All language subtitles for Underbelly - 02x11 - The Brotherhood.BiA.English.HI.orig.Addic7ed.com

Can you stand up
under oath and identify this man

as the bloke who introduced
Terry Clark to Brian Alexander?

That's Bob Trimbole.

Hey, listen. You know that test
that we did?

You've got cancer, mate.

Full-blown cancer. I'm really sorry.

You must've won big-time, hey?

I got me test results. I'm clear.

Bobby, that's great.

He's our point of attack.

He connects all the corruption -

the cops, the narcs,
the lawyers and Clark.

(ALL LAUGH)

It's nice to have mates, eh?

Sure is.

What's this then, eh? A bonus?

ASTON: I'm afraid I'm letting you go.

You're giving us a bad name, Brian.

SONG: # It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there

# It's a jungle out there. #

('SETTLE THE SCORE'
BY COOKIN' ON 3 BURNERS PLAYS)

BRIAN: Another drink, gorgeous?

When I said a drink,
I really meant...

...just a drink.

OK.

Yeah.

Only once.

Oh, here's George.

Georgie. George Freeman.

George Freeman, I'd like to introduce
you to my friend Melanie.

I want you out of here.

Sorry?

You're into me for over 20 g's,

yet you stand here
sipping 15-buck-a-glass cognac.

Get out.
Maybe I should leave.

No. No, please stay.

This is a misunderstanding.

I'm here with my fiancée, Brian.

Let's not have a scene, hey?

Mate, you know I'm good for it.

Fuck the money!

Hmm?

I got regulars here

who don't like the kind of publicity
that you've been pulling.

Well, I was acquitted.

Ah, fuck!

You fuck!
I deserve some respect, George!

Respect.

You're just a trumped-up unemployed
errand boy, Alexander.

Oh, the things
I know about you, Freeman.

Murray Farquhar, the cops,
the whole fucking lot of you!

Yeah, I can take you all down.

Oh, look, mate. You know...

I'm under a lot of strain.
l-l-I didn't mean that.

I... I would never talk, George.
You know that I w...

(GRUNTS)

Fuck, mate! George!

Fuck!

Let go, you fucking prick!

Get out!

Sorry, sweetheart.

(GRUNTS)
Shall we order?

(BRIAN GRUNTS)

JACQUl: Brian Alexander
thought he could have it both ways.

He liked being a respectable member
of the law fraternity.

But he also liked to mix it
with hardened criminals.

And having a foot in both camps

meant he wasn't totally trusted
by anybody.

Auntie Bess was a nurse

and she said you can get treatment
for an enlarged prostate.

In Auntie Bess's day, treatment
meant slapping a leech on your bum.

You're so rude about my family.

The pills Paltos gave me
are doing wonders.

They're painkillers. They're not gonna
make you any better, Bob.

I feel better. Why would I see
more doctors if I'm feeling better?

(DOOR SHUTS)

(GASPS)

What the hell h...

Morning, all.

I don't suppose the bar's open, Bob?

No, it isn't!

I'm sorry.

Sonia's locked me out of my house.

Did Sonia tear your clothes

and smear shit
all through your hair as well?

I was in a scuffle.

Who with?

George Freeman.

Fuck me.

I've been getting shit
from every direction in my life.

Work...

...wife...

...you name it.

Then old Freeman kicks me out of
his new club for no fucking reason.

Yeah, well, Freeman
doesn't need a fucking reason.

Can you talk to him, Bob?

(SIGHS)

Please, mate. People listen to you.

(DANCE MUSIC)

SONG: # Tell me, baby,
what are you doing?

# I don't like
what you're drinking... #

Oh, George, George, hey.
How are you going, mate?

Um, a...

...quick chat?

(BLOWS SMOKE)

Brian Alexander,
he's, er, shitting himself.

Wants to apologise about
that business the other night.

You can both go fuck yourselves.

# You know stuff
which you don't recognise

# You just wanna drink beer
with the guys

# You'd better listen
to what I say... #

(MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY)

What if Trimbole and Clark
were partners right from the start?

We know he deals directly
with Freeman,

Alexander,
Painters and Dockers in Melbourne,

the Italians in Griffith.

Trimbole's not the only
well-connected villain

on that board.

But he does explain how
a two-bit dope dealer like Clark

could've hooked into
a national distribution network

within weeks of arriving
in this country.

DAVE: You think we should
actually summons Bob

to appear at the Wilson inquest?

Allison Dine said he is the link
between Clark and Alexander.

Let's do it.

Robert Trimbole, John Aston,
Brian Alexander.

This, er...

...Alexander bloke -
he just got acquitted, didn't he?

Of conspiracy to pervert justice.

This summons relates
to a separate matter.

Mmm.

So Brian's been a busy boy, eh?

You've heard of the Wilsons -

heroin couriers found murdered
in Melbourne?

Mmm. In Melbourne.

So, all due respect, Inspector,
what's this got to do with us?

MESSINA: I'm a Victorian police officer
intending to serve summons

on suspected criminals
residing in Sydney -

your jurisdiction.

I don't know how things are
in Victoria, Inspector,

but I've got a manpower shortage
and I can't spare anyone.

MESSINA: Let me get this clear -

you're refusing to provide assistance
to a fellow officer?

This is a matter
of basic police protocol.

Well, look, maybe if you come back
next week, you know...

There you go.
Yeah.

Next week you can have Jimbo
drive you around all day.

MESSINA: 25 years
I've been a police officer.

I have never, ever experienced
the like of it.

Welcome to sunny Sydney.
Hmm.

Best thing out of Sydney's
the road to Melbourne, Dave.

(THE DETONATORS'
'THROTTLE JOCKEY DEMON' PLAYS)

DAVE: Big night, Brian?

Fuck off.

Are you Brian William Alexander?
You know who I am.

Are you Brian William Alexander,
yes or no?

Yes.

Leave the window open
next time you kip in the car.

The fumes in there
could kill a horse.

SONG: # Murder runs through
his pumping veins

# Twist the grip
Cruise state highways

# Push the clutch
Grind the gear

# Drive like a demon
Have no fear... #

Look, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, madam.
I'm going to have to call you back.

Jesus, Inspector, haven't you
got anyone else to pick on?

Plenty. I just have more fun
picking on you.

# Well, throttle jockey demon
is on the go

# You can hear him coming
Got to go, go, go

# Saturday night special

# Fire up and chuckle
Well, here come the signs... #

Are you Robert Trimbole?

No. I'm Rock Hudson, officer.

In town for the Mardi Gras.

I'll see you at the inquest, Rock.

They've got nothing,
alright? Nothing!

Well, we've gotta do something about
that Dine bitch!

Shut her up!
Wait. I don't wanna hear this.

Why don't you go round and breathe
on her, Brian? That'll finish her off.

Well, she's your
responsibility, Bob.

I said I don't wanna hear this!
Shut up, the both of you!

It's just an inquest.

Into a double murder.

BRIAN: It's being held in Victoria.

I don't give a shit where it is.
The same rules apply as up here.

Never name names, never tell tales

and everything else
will look after itself.

Bob. Wait up.

Wait up.

Look, you know... you know
I'll do the right thing, right?

Yeah, my arse you will.

I went to see Freeman.

Asked for a chat.

Just like you wanted.
What did he say?

Well, it turns out you threatened him.
Said you'd talk.

No, no, no.
I didn't actually do that.

Whatever you fucking said,
he got the message.

Now, you're gonna have a shower,

you're gonna put on a clean suit

and you're gonna front that coroner
in Melbourne

and say absolutely nothing.

And then we'll worry
about hosing Freeman down.

Alright?

JACQUl: Like good,
law-abiding citizens,

Bob, Brian and John obeyed their
summons and appeared at the inquest.

And saying absolutely nothing

proved far easier for Bob and Brian
than any of them had imagined.

MAN: Calling Robert Trimbole.

Mr Trimbole is present,
Your Worship.

However, my client
claims the privilege

against self-incrimination.

(SIGHS)

Brian William Alexander.

Mr Alexander is present,
Your Worship.

However, he also claims
the privilege

against self-incrimination.

John Aston.

JACQUl: The only drawback
with claiming privilege

is that some people may think
you have something to hide.

Is John Lawrence Aston present?

And for a lawyer
who needs a reputation

as a man of good character,

that wasn't an option.

Do you swear by almighty God
that the evidence you will give

shall be the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth?

So help me, God.

MESSINA: For the record, my name
is Detective Inspector Joe Messina

and the Coroner has asked me
to assist with this inquiry.

Mr Aston, I'd like to ask you
some questions

concerning Terrence John Clark.

You said in a previous statement
you've never met Mr Clark.

To the best of my knowledge, no.

He is a client of yours, is he not?

No.

MESSINA: We've tabled evidence

that shows your practice
is nothing more or less

than a clearing house
for Mr Clark's drug money,

while facilitating payments
made to corrupt police officers

and public officials,

all on behalf of Mr Clark,

and you're saying
you know nothing of this?

I've told you.
I haven't even met Mr Clark.

Hmm. Your Worship, I'm tabling
Mr Aston's appointment book,

which, when seized by police,
had a page torn out.

Forensic testing of the backing page

shows the missing page detailed
a scheduled appointment

between Mr John Aston
and a Terry Clark.

No, no. Wait. I didn't say that.

I said I didn't remember meeting,
er, Mr Clark.

I... I may have met him.

I meet with lots of people.

I put it to you, Mr Aston, that just after
your meeting with Mr Clark,

your firm transferred some funds.

An amount of $264,000,

which went into an account
held by Mr Clark.

I have the paperwork right here.

(ONLOOKERS MURMUR)

JACQUl: While John Aston's
evasiveness cast a huge shadow

over the relationship
between his office and the syndicate,

the ultimate success
of the Wilson inquest

hinged on Allison Dine.

If she could hold her nerve,

Brian Alexander and Bob Trimbole
would still be in the firing line.

Don't be scared of them.
You're not one of them.

You're standing up
and you're telling the truth.

And that's a good thing.

A rare thing.

MESSINA: You were Terry Clark's
long-term lover, is that correct?

Yes, it is.

You worked for him,

carried out heroin importations...

...helped process the heroin.

That's right.

Mr Clark also discussed
several murders with you.

Gruesome murders.

And yet you never turned him in.

In fact, through most of it,
you stayed loyal to him.

Yes.

I did.

Given that history, how do you expect
anyone to believe your testimony?

I wouldn't blame them
if they didn't.

I don't think there's any way
I can ever work off what I've done.

But...

...I guess maybe... (SIGHS)

...any value...

...any value left at all -

it's that I can get up here and tell
the truth about what happened,

help the truth to get out.

So I have to try.

JACQUl: For the next two days,

Allison Dine went to town.

And this time, the Coroner described her
as a very credible witness.

He found that the Wilsons had been
murdered on the orders of Terry Clark

and recommended a royal commission
into the whole Mr Asia syndicate.

And in this country, no-one can hide
from a royal commission.

Bazza has sent you some sangers.

Seems there was a spare one
lying about.

Thanks, mate.

Trev, you've been hearing
about this Joint Police Group?

Yeah, a bunch of feds and Victorians
sticking their noses into our patch.

We thought you might like
to put yourself forward.

I'm sorry, Dennis.

Well, we keep a lid on things in this city,
not the fucking feds, alright?

You've seen enough to know that.

It ain't always by the book,
but it works.

JIM: Mm-hm. See, it looks like
they're tapping some phones

and God knows what else.

Nosey bastards are breathing
down our neck.

It makes it harder to do our job.

Yeah, I can see all that.

So Jim and I,
we've been having a chat,

and we thought you might like
to help us out here.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Young bloke like you -

I mean, it's just the sort of guy
they're looking for, eh?

They get a talented police officer,

and we rest easy knowing

that someone sensible's
keeping an eye on what they're doing.

Good boy.

Danny? Bob. How are you, mate?

Listen,

we need to have a word
about your latest invoice.

Yeah, well,
Paltos needs to understand

that my drivers will be taking this shit
through three different states.

Well, our costs are blowing out
everywhere, mate.

So it's gotta be payable
on delivery, not now, OK?

How long's that gonna be, Bob?

Well, an import of this size
takes a while to organise, Danny.

It's gotta be harvested, packed up,

and then we've gotta buy a ship
to get it out.

Best part of a year, probably.

The Coroner has recommended
a royal commission be convened

into the Mr Asia drug syndicate.

You understand what that means?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I'm being persecuted.

You can't say no
to a royal commission, Brian.

MESSINA: You refuse to testify,
you'll be in contempt.

DAVE: That means jail.

MESSINA: A lot of blokes inside
aren't big fans of lawyers.

A lot of blokes inside
aren't big fans of you.

Fuck off.

Just fuck off, OK?

Sounds like you need a stiff drink.

Oh, I think he's already had
a few of those.

What do you think will happen to me
if I do testify?

What do you think
will happen to you if you don't?

You cooperate with us,
we can protect you.

Well, you want an answer from me?

Well, I've already given you one.

Fuck off!

Inspectors.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Oh, it's great to be on board.

Hey, Trev, you know...
you know Mobbs, don't you?

Er, yeah, we met once or twice
when I first went upstairs.

Oh, yeah.
Trev's just, um, got the nod.

He starts with us on Monday.

How do your old mates at CIB feel about
you working with the feds?

At the end of the day
we're all on the same side.

You say that like you believe it.

I wouldn't be in the job
if I didn't.

Well, we do try
to put the rivalries aside here.

It's one of the appeals
of the unit. Cheers.

Cheers.
Cheers.

That and the slick cars.

Mmm.

Anyway, I reckon that's why
I joined the force.

You know - the brotherhood.

One big blue family, huh?

Yeah, you know what they say
about family.

Can't choose 'em,
but you're stuck with 'em for life.

Trimbole knew
about the Wilson murders.

He discussed it with Allison Dine.

That's enough to charge him
as an accessory.

We do that, we lose the wiretaps.

The taps are only there
to gather intelligence.

The intelligence is there
so that you can make an arrest.

One arrest. What we're getting
on the tapes could lead to dozens.

You were the one that said
we should focus on Trimbole.

Why don't you wanna finish the job?

We've been listening
to his phones for two weeks

and already we've found out
about a major importation.

Drugs, yes.
I'm talking about homicides.

DAVE: They're one and the same.

These homicides are a product
of the drug trade.

I want Trimbole for the lot.
LIZ: He's a flight risk, Warwick.

MESSINA: Exactly. We need to get him
in front of the royal commission.

He'll never talk!

If Bob's on remand,
it ups the pressure on Alexander.

And as you said, we all know
that jellyfish is one nudge away

from blowing the entire
rotten state apart.

The level of chatter
about the importation is building.

Let's give the tap
a couple more days,

find out how much they're moving
and where it's coming from,

then we'll grab Trimbole.

Cheers, Stevo.

Cheers.

Looking edgy, Trevor.

They're bugging the phones.

A lot more of them than we thought.
Yank technology.

The nearest phone's
behind that bar, mate.

l-I don't reckon
they can hear us from here.

Just spit it out, mate.

They're gonna move
on that Trimbole bloke.

Move how?

They'll ping him as an accessory

and anything else they can cook up
just so they can hold him.

When?

Early next week. Maybe sooner.

Good lad.

Good lad.

If they're right
and it is spreading, what'll I do?

Well, prostate cancer like yours
is driven by testosterone.

The preferred way of arresting
its spread is orchidectomy.

Orchid-fucking-what?

Surgical removal of the testes.

You wanna cut my balls off?

It's likely
that's what they're gonna recommend.

Fucking Jesus.

You wanna call Ann-Marie?

No, she doesn't know I'm here.

I knew a bloke,

they told him he had six months.

Decided to go out with a bang.

Sold up everything he owned,

left his wife and went travelling
in the West Indies.

Six months later he was feeling better
than ever

so he called his quack -
no offence -

and the quack admits
they'd fucked the tests up.

Wasn't a thing wrong with him -

apart from the fact
that he was broke, stuck in Guyana

and his wife
wasn't returning his calls.

Sometimes we make mistakes.

Could call it a mistake.

On the other hand,
he had a bloody good six months.

(T-REX'S 'SOLID GOLD
EAS Y ACTION' PLAYS LOUDLY)

SONG: # Hey, hey, hey!

# Hey, hey, hey!

# Life is the same
And it always will be

# Hey, hey, hey!

# Easy as picking foxes from a tree

# Hey, hey, hey!

# But I can't get no satisfaction
All I want is easy action... #

Alright! Thank you! Thank you!

(MUSIC STOPS)

You're all drinking my booze

so you can all shut up
and let me talk.

(ALL LAUGH)

Now, some of you might've wondered
why I'm throwing a party,

particularly given
the, er, negative reportage

that's been written
in the papers about me recently.

It's all lies, officer!

Yeah, yeah. Well, it is
a bunch of bloody lies!

And that's why I'm chucking a party -

to stick a finger up at 'em!

(ALL CHEER AND YELL)

And they keep coming at me,

cooking up new outrages that
Bob Trimbole supposedly committed.

But they can't make any of it stick!

I'm untouchable, unchargeable,
and I'm here to stay!

(GUNSHOTS AND CHEERING)

(NEEDLE SCRATCHES)

Just don't mention
the word orchid to me ever again

and you and me will be alright.

(CHUCKLES)

You're drinking champagne?

Well, you're always telling me
I'm in a rut, so here I am rut-free!

Bob, is there something
you're not telling me?

Yeah.

There is something
I need to tell you.

You are the most beautiful girl
in the room.

Come on. Dance with me.

SONG: # I don't know

# If you think they would be cool

# Shoo-bee doo-wah

# And when I think
about the things I wanna say

# Whoa-oh, oh, oh... #

(NEEDLE SCRATCHES)

(POWERSOLO'S 'BABY,
YOU AIN'T LOOKING RIGHT' PLAYS)

Go, Bob!

(NEEDLE SCRATCHES,
PEOPLE CHEER)

I heard you've got a job on, Bob.

l-I thought maybe
I could get onto it too.

Sorry, mate.

It's all been quiet ever since
that shit with Terry went over.

What?

I'm looking at
a fucking bottle shop job.

Five dollars an hour.

That cash in hand?

How often have I helped you, Bob?

And every time,
I paid top dollar for the privilege.

Anyhow, I've already said,

it's quiet.

You're a lying wog.

I know you've got something cooking
with Paltos.

You get out of here. Come on! Out!

(MUMBLES)

I'm sorry, Bob.
I... I didn't mean that.

I don...

How many times
you gonna use that excuse?

My wife
has taken my kids to Canberra.

I owe George Freeman 20 grand.

And now this
royal commission business.

I wish I could kill myself.

But I'm a bloody Catholic.

Watch what you wish for.

There are a few blokes who'd be happy
to make that one come true.

I just need to work, mate.

I just need to earn.

You wanna eat?

On the house.

Anything you want.

But when you leave,
you don't come back here.

Ever.

BRIAN: Get your hands off me!

George, you owe me!

George, you owe me, George.

I need to speak to you, Freeman!

Calm down!
George, after all I've done for you!

George!
Out you go. Out you go!

Come on, mate. Out we go.
Let me go. I wanna speak to Freeman!

Fair enough.

So they're closing in again,
are they?

Yeah.
GEORGE: What have you heard?

We heard the feds
are gonna make a move.

Trimbole's gone.
Same with Alexander.

(SCOFFS) Surprised
it took 'em so bloody long.

Bob's a good fella.

I mean, he has his limits,

but you give him fair warning,
he'll do the right thing.

Alexander's another story.

Oh, I think we can handle Brian.

(SIGHS)

Royal commission. Bloody hell.

They're pressing me, mate.

I don't wanna talk.

I know things that could hurt
a lot of people.

But if they won't help me, then what
the fuck am I supposed to do?

That's a hard one.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Well, is there something
that can be done?

Uh...

Maybe Dennis could put the feelers
out to this Messina prick

and call him off.

Brian, Messina's
got a rod so far up his arse

you can see it when he yawns.

There must be someone
down in Victoria

that wants to do some business.

Have you got any money?

Yeah, I could borrow some
from my cousin.

Maybe 20, 30.

OK. (CLEARS THROAT)

I'll have a little chat with Dennis,
just see what he can turn up.

Thank you, mate.

I'm fucking dying here,

I really am.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello.

Bob, it's me, Nick.

Oh, g'day, mate.
How'd you pull up?

Listen, I got word from George.

He reckons the heat's on you
for that business down south.

Oh, I... I knew
they were sniffing around.

More than sniffing. I can't say
where he got this from, but it's reliable.

They're gonna move on you. Soon.

We talking about next week, or?
Soon, mate.

Very soon.
Alright.

I'll get back to you.
I'll make some inquiries.

(TAPS ON GLASS)

Liz.

Switch it to speaker.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello.
Mate, I've got some news.

Don't tell me, Jim -
the feds are onto me.

JIM: You're not half bloody wrong.
That's Jim Egan.

BOB: How long do you reckon
I've got?

Well, from what I hear,
they're overdue now.

OK. Thanks. (HANGS UP)

Trimbole's just been tipped off!

Phone's running hot out there.

I've gotta go...

...leave the country.

Right now?

Well, y... you know
how I've had m-money problems?

Well, they're a lot worse
than I let on. A lot worse.

So to get away from some bad debts
you're leaving me?

No, love. I'd be more of a fool
than I am to leave you.

I just need to make myself scarce
for a bit, that's all.

Well, how long's a bit?

Well, w-we'll see, eh?

(SIGHS)

Oh.

All you ever do is work.

You ought to be glad
to see the back of me.

Well, if I'd known,
I would've packed you some things.

I mean, what about your script?
Have you still got those pills left?

They're just painkillers.

You're right, love.

I've got cancer.

I know that, you fool.

(SOBS)

(SIGHS)

PRIEST: I want a PASS alert
on the names Robert Trimbole,

Jones, anything else
we know he uses.

I'm onto it.

Do you want me
to ring Inspector Messina?

It was my call to hold off.
I'll tell him.

JACQUl: With no time to make plans,

Aussie Bob was stuck with having
to travel on his own real passport.

And he knew that unless he could think
of a small, simple way

of fooling the customs computer,
he was snookered.

WOMAN ON P. A: Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

Flight 5550...

(STRAUSS'S 'BLUE DANUBE
WALTZ OP.314' PLAYS)

(MUSIC SWELLS)

Nice day to be flying
on an aeroplane.

(STAMPS)

JACQUl: And that was all it took.

(SIGHS)

(COINS JINGLE)

(DIALS)

Er, hello.

Jim. I got a message to call you.

Yeah, mate. (CLEARS THROAT)

Look, I had that little chat
with Dennis.

And he reckons he can help you out.

Fair dinkum?

I was that pissed the other day,

I didn't know
if you meant business or not.

Oh, bloody oath, I did.

How'd you go getting that money?

Yeah, I got 10.

You know, if that's not enough,

maybe we should just forget
the whole thing.

No, no, no, no, no.
We'll sort that out later.

You are... You just stay
where you are. We'll come get you.

I don't want to cause any trouble,
you know?

Mate, no trouble.

Just have a beer, relax and, er,
whatever you do, don't talk to anyone.

Alright?

Alright?

Yeah, alright.

(PACHELBEL'S
'CANON IN D MAJOR' PLAYS)

(COINS DROP)

(SIGHS)

Soni, it's me.

Soni?

Why are you calling me?

(EMOTIONALLY) I just wanted
to hear your voice.

I've asked you not to call.

Yeah... I know,

but, er... I'm all alone down here.

Could you put the kids on, please?

You're drunk.

No, I'm not.

(SOBS) Soni, please.

I just wanna hear their voices.

I'm sorry,

but it's better that I don't.

Jesus Christ.

It's so much to ask, isn't it?

I've lost fucking everything!
I just wanna talk to my children.

(SOBS)

(MUSIC SWELLS)

DENNIS: Sure you don't want a drink?

Bazza's mate
has a very sophisticated bar.

Stubbies, cans or longnecks.

No.

So Jim told me about
the little chat you had.

Bugger of a thing,
that royal commission, eh?

Oh, yeah, but I'm not gonna say
anything, Dennis, I swear it.

You know, they can lock me up.
I don't give a shit.

That's not what you told me.

I was pissed.
Exactly.

See, that's
the fucking problem, Brian.

You're a fucking pisspot
with a big mouth.

Dennis, please. Come on.

Hey, hey. I thought we agreed.
No guns. No blood on the deck.

Let me go. Let me go.

Look, look - I got 10 grand here.
You can have all that. It's yours.

It's nothing personal, OK?

I don't like you, it's true,
but that's not why I'm doing you.

You're just a bloody liability.

Brian, just stand still, mate.
You're making me seasick.

Gah... Alright! Fuck!

Fucking get it over with!

No, no, no, no.
There's no shooting, mate.

Gonna have to fill out a report
if we fire police arms.

What the fuck? No, no, no, no!

Do me clean, man. Shoot me.

Shoot me! I won't show. I swear it!

Wait! Fuck off!

Fucking... get...
No!

Be a man, Brian!
No!

Be a man!
Jesus fucking...

Fucking...
No! No!

Dennis! Dennis! D...
Don't fucking throw me!

You fuckers! Don't!

Jesus, hit him over the fucking head
or something.

I'm not returning this boat
with blood on the deck.

Fucking hold him still then! Jesus!

Please, Dennis!
Fuck! I'm trying to fuck...

(ALL YELL)

Come on!

OK, boys, chuck it over!

Arggh! Arggh!
You sure?

As it was in the beginning,
now and forever shall be...

(SORROWFUL GUITAR MUSIC)

Glory be to the Father,
Son and the Holy Spirit.

As it was in the beginning,
now and forever shall be.

Oh, fuck!
Fucking hell.

It's funny, eh?

I never thought
he'd be so religious.

(ALL LAUGH)

Who wants a beer?

(GUITAR MUSIC ECHOES)