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I was born Mark Reed, 23 years in jail.
Seven stabbings, two severed ears,

and a heap of killings later, I became
Chopper, a name that would light up

anywhere.

But I put that behind me.

I was a best -selling author, and I
promised my high school sweetheart,

Margaret, I'd go straight. It'd just be
Mark.

So we set up home in Tassie.

I even got myself a sidekick, Trent.

Her life was sweet.

What could go wrong?

Sid Collins, you know, that's what.

I mean, a small -time crook plans a big
-time wedding, and I'm invited.

He takes it personal, gets himself shot,
and tells the cops I did it.

All the things I'd gotten away with, you
know. And now I've been arrested for

the one thing I didn't do.

It doesn't help that people think I'm as
mad as a cut snake, you know.

Maybe I am.

I've done some crazy stuff for a giggle,
you know.

With a loaded gun to my head, I mean, I
knew the odds were in my favour.

And now I had to make sure the same went
for the tribe.

And that meant getting the best lawyer
in town.

You know what's going on here, right?

Well, the Crown don't want to make an
example of me, punish me for my whole

life. But they've got nothing. There's
no gun, no witnesses.

It's just his word against mine.

Yes, but you must appreciate that his
word could be considered more

than yours. But I'm also afraid they do
have more than Mr Collins' word.

They have the bullet hole in the back
seat of the car.

It's not a bullet hole.

It's just a hole.

It could be from anything. I mean, and
that car's not even registered to me.

Yes, I know, but they're saying... Even
if it was a bulldog, which I don't think

it is, but even if Ted got shot in that
car, it doesn't mean I did it, you know?

I mean, I employ a chauffeur.

Would I sit in the front seat with that
maggot in back of me? Never. Unless the

jury is left with a reasonable doubt,
you may be convicted.

You know, I used to think a crims were
the only people dumb enough to hire

lawyers. But, you know, she seems smart,
Dad. I like her. I like her a lot.

What are you doing? What's the problem?

I don't know if I believe you. That's
the problem.

You can't stop here.

Don't shout at me. We're in the middle
of the road. Someone will ram us up the

bummer. I'll get the blame for it. I
said don't shout at me.

You can't just walk off. Don't tell me.
what I can't do.

Margaret. Bubby. Margaret, come on,
Bubby.

She had a temper. Oh, let me tell you.

Oh, and she still does.

And, you know, no, I don't deserve it.

Honestly. I mean, I gave her so much dog
excrement over the years.

Truly. Tell us what happened to Sid.

How'd the trial go?

Oh, come on. Yeah, I don't want to talk
about that anymore. You know?

It's all the cops want to know about.

That's why they'll be here tonight. Tell
us about Sid.

Sid Collins, you know.

The trial.

Fuck.

You know, the guts, yeah?

Now I need you to stop lying.

They're telling people I shot you, yeah?

I wish I could bloody kill you right
now, but that'd really drop me in it.

There's one thing you didn't count on,
you know?

Trent Anthony's on my side.

Okay?

Now, after I get clear with this, you
better keep your eyes on the back of

head, sunshine.

Yeah?

This troll down in Tassie, you have to
organise that chopper rest of the kit.

Something tells me you want something,
Alphonse.

That loudmouthed prick still owes me 30
grand.

It's about six.

Whatever, he owes me.

I think that we should make sure that he
does not flip these charges.

Well, maybe he is a missing piece.
That's not the point, Lewis.

Dr. Anthony?

I heard you were looking for me.

Come on in, mate.

Take a seat.

All that.

I'll tell you everything I saw.

You have to protect me.

You understand?

Hey.

Why would I hide the gun there, for
fuck's sake? Well, let's be honest,

you've never been that good at crime.

This may not be Scotland Yard, and you
may not be Sherlock Holmes, but any

can see I've been set up, you know?

Somebody planted that gun.

Who? Lewis Moran. Lewis Moran's been in
lock -up for the past two weeks.

Malphonse Gangitana.

He's overseas.

Then Judy Moran. I mean, she hates me,
loathes me. You really think Judy Moran

flew down to Tasmania to plant a gun in
your woodpile?

She's dangerous.

You ever get between her and a buffet
table?

She'll step on your neck.

Gee, Moran didn't put the gun there. Can
we inject a little bit of logic into

this argument?

I'm a crack shot, you know?

Why wouldn't I shoot Sid in the bloody
head if I wanted him dead?

Fair point.

Why didn't you? Because I didn't do it,
you know?

If I had, one, I'd put him through a
tree shredder, and two, I don't keep the

weapon, you know? I mean, I may be an
idiot, but the two most important things

in any crime is, one, get your story
straight, and two, get rid of the

weapon.

Then why is Trent Anthony set to testify
against you?

You didn't know that?

Yeah, well, obviously somebody has
gotten to him.

A lot of conspiracies, mate.

The way I see it, the simplest answer is
often the best.

You did it.

I might be a lot of things, but I am not
Simpson on his donkey. I did not take

men to hospital.

They said once you got a trial.

There are other ways to handle this.

I don't want to do that, Dad.

Not you, me.

I find, Sid, there won't be a trial.

What are you, a mafia hitman?

You're 68 years old.

I can still get to him.

They say I'm the sociopath.

You're not a sociopath.

You're a dickhead.

The pair of us, huh?

I appreciate the offer. It's very
fatherly, but I didn't do this, Dad, and

make the jury see that.

Mr. Collins, is it true that you have
many enemies?

Yes. Yes.

So, who were you protecting, Mr Collins?
Was it one of your bikey enemies that

shot you?

No. I put it to you that my client did
not shoot you. What do you say to that?

He shot me. I lost half of my kidney and
my spleen.

Like the bullet, bounced off my rib.

And came out your ass, you big silk.

Mr Reid, what do you tell untruths to
avoid the consequences of criminal

conduct? If you check my criminal
record...

I always plead guilty to what I do.

If I do something, I say I did it. Would
you tell lies to stay out of jail?

Well, yes, I would tell lies to stay out
of jail. Of course I would.

Look, my life may never be a Disney
movie, but I'm not guilty of this.

I did not shoot Sid Collins.

Members of the jury, are all 12 of you
agreed upon a verdict against the

accused? Yes. How say you? Do you find
Mark Brandon Reid guilty of committing

unlawful act intended to cause bodily
harm?

Guilty, Your Honour.

This

is

not the end of the chop. Come on, Mr
Reid. This is not the end of the chop.

No! We'll sort it out. We'll sort it
out.

We'll sort it out.

Objection! I felt, uh, you know, they're
so stupid.

I mean, my life was looking a million
dollars.

Then my past came back to haunt me.

The court declared me a dangerous
criminal.

based on my past crimes.

This meant they could detain me at the
governor's pleasure.

The legal speak for throw away the
bloody key.

All the crimes I did and got away with,
now I'm going down for the one I didn't

do.

I mean, yeah, if it wasn't happening to
me, I'd laugh.

Yeah. I'd laugh.

What are they going to do to you?

The same things they can do.

Yeah, they can keep me locked up until I
break through.

I'll reform.

No, wrong.

No, an indefinite sentence.

I mean, you know, it'd be different if
you'd killed seven people or something,

but... God!

I'm sorry, I've got to go or I'll
scream.

Come on, lovey.

No, no!

No.

No.

No, I warned you.

I warned you.

I told you if you went back in.

It's over.

I waited and I waited.

You're a good man, Mark.

I've always thought that.

You fucking chopper keeps getting you in
trouble.

The pink palace.

This was all I was going to see for the
rest of my life.

The rest of my life.

I mean, Sid was free, having the time of
his life.

Well,

I was living with the offspring cousins
of inbreds.

You know? I mean, the greatest
collection of nuffs -nuffs, spastics and

God ever shoveled guts into.

It was hard at keeping a chopper back,
you know?

You write poems, yeah?

I've written a few, yeah.

I've got a girl.

I want you to write her a poem for me.

What's your name?

Daniel. Daniel.

Are you fucking with me, Daniel?

No, I'm serious.

What are you?

A bottle of aftershave. Oh, good stuff.

What's her name?

Susie. Susie.

Yeah.

Inspiration.

Yeah, yeah, I've written to the parole
board again.

They wouldn't even grant you a hearing.

They fault you for not showing remorse
for your crime.

Well, that's because I didn't do it. I
know. Just keep your voice down, John.

There's maggots everywhere.

I'm trying to listen in.

You OK?

Yeah. Yeah, just be careful.

You've got to keep playing nice in here.

What are those?

These?

Fan letters.

Can you believe it? I mean, I get this
many every month from sheilas who have

read my book.

No.

This one calls me a saint chopper of the
pump action.

This one's from a woman.

who says she works for the tax
department.

Look at the return address, Melview
Manor.

I thought she was writing from a mental
hospital.

Was she? No, no. One of the screws told
me Melview's like a ritzy place on 500

acres.

She's got money.

Mm.

And why's she writing to you?

Because she says she understands me
today, you know? She grew up in a

household, as we do, and knows what it's
like, and believes I didn't shoot Sid.

And she says that, well, she wants to
meet me.

Are you going to see her?

Well, yeah, I don't have a lot of other
prospects at the moment, do I?

Yeah, I'm sorry, Chuck.

I've been trying to get you out.

Are you doing okay in here, mate?

I'll take that as a no.

I'm good.

And

it was

hard, you know, keeping a chopper back.

I mean, I did my best, but one day, he
came out again.

And I couldn't stop him.

If there's one piece of scum I won't
abide, it's child

tamperers.

What does it matter where it happened?
This is how I remember it.

This is a bath that had raped and
murdered a seven -year -old boy.

If nothing else, killing that dog should
get me into heaven, you know. No

questions asked.

Maybe God did start to look out for me
after that because I finally met the

from the tax department.

And I was sure she'd have the face of a
pig dog come to audit me.

But she was pretty, you know, very
pretty.

I mean, I couldn't figure it out. This
woman, she'd been to private schools,

never done anything wrong, had a job.

Why did she want to talk to me?

I thought it must be something like Star
Wars, you know, the dark side.

I want to talk to you. Come to me. Come
to me.

And, you know, I did everything I could
to try to drive her away. I did.

200 tats.

Scars.

Butcher's knife in there.

Lost about ten feet of intestine there.

Mark. Stanley knife. Mark.

Stanley knife. Mark, I didn't come here
to see.

I didn't want to talk.

Why?

I want to get to know you.

Well, let me tell you, that about
floored me, you know?

She'd been with a guy who you hadn't
treated her right.

So maybe she thought that I could
protect her or something. I don't know.

But she kept coming back.

And we became friends.

I was amazed.

Amazed. They want to make a bloody movie
out of my book.

Can you believe it?

Why not?

It could be a top film. The books are
great.

Really? Yeah.

That's why I wrote you.

I've never written to anyone before, and
I'm, you know, in a place like this.

But I really, I felt a connection.

I mean, I felt a connection, too.

I did.

I mean, I wanted to tax the pants right
off it, you know.

Tax this and tax that, you know. I'd be
a bloody accountant, taxing all day.

But I took a deep breath and tried to
act like a gentleman.

Those numbnuts want a Russell Crowe to
play me. Can you believe it? A Russell,

bloody Crowe.

Who do you want?

There's this comic on Full Frontal. Have
you seen him?

Eric Banana or something.

That's not his name. No, no, that's his
name.

He'll be good. I mean, he looks like me,
except with the ears.

Marianne's visits helped.

They did. They helped.

I still felt my life.

passing away.

With no hope of ever getting out.

While those maggots who sit in Gangitana
were out there somewhere, gliding,

living the life that I should have been
living.

Alphonse still wants his money.

How did you get in here?

Same way you got the kitty fiddler.

You gotta

get

me out of here, Dad.

You know what we were talking about?

Yeah. But, uh...

Margaret will kill me if I marry
somebody else. That's it, right?

You said it was over.

She's in Melbourne.

Yeah, I know. But I never thought about
marrying anyone except Margaret, Dad,

right? They rejected your court appeals.

The parole board won't even meet with
you, Chopper.

The only way of getting out of there is
to prove that you've turned your life

around.

Look, you've been inside more than five
years already.

That's about what you would have got for
shooting, Sid.

If you'd have done it.

Yes, Father.

They've locked me up forever. I'm aware
of that, you know?

Bloody aware of it.

Yeah.

So, what do you say?

Well, the only way I can get out is if
we tie the knot.

Yeah, I know.

It's all a task.

And there's no other way you'll be
released?

No. No matter who's a governor's
pleasure and who manages this hotel,

But we, you know, we get along.

Yeah.

Like this.

Crazy things have happened.

To me.

I'm sorry I asked.

But... A worthwhile one?

Is that a yes?

Yes.

Do you, Marianne Hodge, take Mark
Brandon Reid to be your husband?

I do.

And do you, Mark Brandon Reid, take
Marianne Hodge to be your lawfully

wife?

If she'll have me, I do.

I now pronounce you to be husband and
wife.

I told the court I had a home to go to
now, a family to start, and no reason to

re -offend.

No reason.

And believe it or not, they released me.

They said I'd done my part.

And I was telling them the truth. I had
no reason to re -offend.

No reason.

My old mates in Melbourne were taking
care of all my old business.

Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.

And as far as I was concerned, I was
never going back.

Never.

What are you waiting for?

Nothing. I'm waiting for nothing.

But, you know, me and Marianne, we did
have a beautiful little boy.

A child.

A little child.

You might not believe that these words
are my own, but I wrote this myself so

your mind would be blown.

If you were only happy if I went away,
I'd take a hole in the moon and

inside I'd say, I'd take a pencil and
some paper too, and

think of the perfect words to write to
you.

I'd take all the lines from your
favorite

Look at that.

Those bloody pricks wouldn't even invite
me to my own movie.

They wouldn't. Yeah.

I'm glad I fell.

Make a night of it.

It'll be fun.

Yeah, all right.

I'm taking a couple of guns, huh,
Jackie?

playing Chopper Reid wouldn't pay.

I can't cry because Chopper would be
most disappointed.

I'd like to thank the entire cast, every
single one of them. I couldn't possibly

single any of them out.

And I'd like to finally, of course,
thank the two greatest casting directors

the world, Greg Atts and, of course,
Mark Brandon Reid. Thank you so much to

members of the AFI.

You should be there.

Oh, that was a nasty little man. Bye
-bye. Yeah, bye -bye.

Have you been eating Mexican again?

You cheeky little... Do you want to go
for a little cruise?

Boo!

You know what?

It's time.

to do some learning.

Charlie?

You know, you've got to learn how to
count, Charlie.

Education, very important, see?

Now, what we have here is some things to
count with.

Very important to learn how to count
when you're dealing with large holdings

cash. Yeah?

Want to take that one?

That's one.

Hey?

Very good count.

Another one.

Three. Yeah.

What are you doing?

Four.

I'm going to teach you how to count.

With those?

Well, that's all I have. It's not like
he's going to shoot them.

He's got no sense. Come on, Charlie.
Come on, come with me.

He was having some fun.

You know, give me a pair of pliers and a
drug dealer and I'll go to work, you

know? Give me a wife.

And child, and I'm a bloody Bombay
hurricane.

Just down for a little sightseeing,
mate.

Nice B &B, is it?

If it's in, yeah.

He's still sleeping with the lights on?

A scared old chop -chop's going to take
a working holiday to go visit him?

No. No?

Mate, I was just going to talk to you.

Oh, talk me.

you tell that prick I'm done with him,
okay? If he ever sends somebody to talk

to me again, I will come out of
retirement.

Enough of this rubbish! I drive a bloody
Volvo!

Chopper. Chop.

Mary Ann told me you'd had a blue.

Yeah, there was a... There was some
trouble in town, yeah.

Is it Collins?

Has he been bothering you again?

I heard he's been talking shit, bragging
about how he set you up. Dad, calm

down. You know what he needs, don't you?

A bullet in the skull.

I told you, I told you. You've got to
stop, Dad. Jesus.

You know, if anything happens to Sid,
I'll be the first place the cops are

looking.

Right.

You're that smart, yeah.

Just take your time.

But remember, only forget about an enemy
when he's dead.

I had nowhere else to go.

Get some sleep.

We'll talk in the morning about what's
next.

She's blood loyal, this one.

But this little beauty has decided that
now I'm divorced,

she's going to be my cheese and kisses,
my missus, she's going to marry me!

Isn't that the most beautiful thing
you've ever seen?

Still, every day I see her. I think it's
amazing.

Like a painting, a beautiful French
painting.

Oh, look.

Go on.

Go on, put the lights on them. Go on, go
on. Oh, the jacks have finally arrived.

Oh.

Yeah, hello, boys.

Yeah, hello, boys.

Welcome. Welcome.

Want a cup of tea?

Well, ladies and gents, I'm afraid we're
going to have to call it a night. You

know, um...

Good night. You've been great. And
always remember, never plead guilty.

So

you've

travelled all the way from Tassie just
to see little old me?

Detective Jenks asked to see Mr Reid due
to our previous connection to help him

with the present investigation.

What investigation?

Don't screw with us. You hear about Sid
Collins. I read about that. He's gone

missing, right? What do you think
happened to him?

We thought you'd have some idea.

Oh, I haven't seen Sid in years.

Not since I was falsely imprisoned for
shooting him.

Ma, you don't have to say anything. It's
all right, Bubby. It's OK.

You know, she thinks I might say
something stupid when all I'd like to

would be terrible to think that somebody
had done harm to old Sid.

We've received information you might
know something about Mr Collins' present

whereabouts. No.

Sorry.

Where was he last seen?

He was last seen on August 25th, driving
towards a property near Tabulum, 50km

west of Cassino in New South Wales.

Well, I bet he's going to see some crims
there, right?

How is it you know that?

Well, I heard he'd got into bed with a
Russian mafia, you know, some sort of a

mail order bride business.

Come on, those Ruskies, you don't want
to be fiddling their books or anything

else for that matter.

No sense of humour, those Slavs. You
heard he owed the Russians money?

No, no, I'm just, you know, what's the
word?

Hypothesising, you know, brainstorming,
you know?

The search of the property Mr Collins
was heading for is being conducted, but

nothing was found.

I know what's going on here. I know
what's going on here. Tell us.

Sid's faked his own death, you know?
He's a very unscrupulous character.

I bet she's gone to Thailand.

I mean, I heard he had a special ladyboy
there.

Yeah, cos I'm sure, uh, you blokes...

And the lady can't be interviewing me
because you actually think I had

to do with his disappearance. You're not
that stupid, are you?

You put me away for six years for
shooting that mega for something I

It won't happen again.

The Jacks were sniffing around with a
pack of brain -dead poodles, you know?

My show's selling out.

I was working on a new book. Oh, it was
all happening, all happening.

And then Dad called.

Dad!

Hey, Dad.

Oh, my God!

Jesus Christ, Dad, what are you doing?

Oh, Chopper.

Oh, sorry, mate. I only put some shot
into you.

Never know who's coming by these days.

What's going on, huh?

Cutting back to essentials.

Just keeping my mess kit and a mattress.

Why is the TV face in the window?

Oh, it sends out ultraviolet rays. I
read about it.

You know, sends you blind and then you
go mad.

Why don't we have something to eat, OK?

Go outside, sit down, get some fresh
air. I'll make you something to eat, OK?

on, get, get, get.

Margaret.

I've got to go shopping for you.

No food, yeah?

This is all I can find.

Go on. They keep as you had.

At least it's good for something, huh?

You're two rocket scientists, huh?

It's us.

Don't touch the car windows.

I think the coppers have sprayed them
with nerve gas.

No one's doing that.

No one's doing that, mate.

Too many dickheads, not enough, am I?

What are you on about?

Shit. Collins.

Why didn't you kill him when you had the
chance? I told you. Went in doubt.

Dad, why do you keep bloody... Yeah?

All my life.

Since I was a kid, you've been bloody
banging on about getting even and

the fight. That's what you gotta do,
Chopper. Stop calling me that!

You're going to have to get someone to
live with him.

Not well.

I mean, we can afford it now. The talk
nights are making money.

The police are going to interview you
again?

I hope so.

I wanna have a baby with you.

And never say never again.

Even when the sun shines, you know it
has to rain.

We all try to fly straight.

We all want love, and none of us want
hate.

But shit happens, and things change.

You see trouble, and you try to walk
away.

But you can only walk till you're back
to the wall.

Then someone has to live, and someone
has to fall.

Hello?

Yeah, I'll put him on.

Yes. Mr Reid, on the evidence we've been
able to collect in an eyewitness

testimony, we can find no connection
between you and Mr Collins on the 25th

August or any dates thereafter.

But if future evidence should make
itself known...

We'll be in contact again.

I'm sure you will.

But let me save you the trouble,
Detective. There will be no future

And please pass on a message to
Detective Martin. The offer for firewood

stands.

Dick.

It'll be.

You see, time takes no prisoners.

Need someone rock solid next year. My
Margaret.

We had a son, Roy.

She was there when my dad passed. And by
my side for my final sentence.

So, the hepatitis C, unfortunately... I
was thinking about that.

You know, I think I know how I got it.

In prison, we used to have to share a
razor.

You cut yourself and you got everything
the yard had.

Yeah, maybe we could sue the government
for unsafe prison conditions, you know.

They'll get a fat wad of cash for
Margaret and the boys.

Surgery isn't an option.

There are tumours pushing against the
arteries to your liver and they're...

It's... It's not an option, I'm afraid.

How much time are we looking at?

That's hard to say.

Boba.

Daddy. Oh, Mom.

Daddy.

Hey, boy.

Boy, boy. Mommy and Daddy.

Are you sure you want to do this? Yes,
it is.

Now, you make sure you get the money,
bubby. I know these TV times.

They like to pay in their greasy smiles
and flap doodle, you know?

Shh.

Thanks for talking me 60 minutes.

Tara will be with you soon. It's a big
league, huh?

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.

I guess being famous, you've done a lot
of interviews.

I'm not famous, no.

You know, once I gave an autograph to
this bloke, right?

And he looks at it and he says, can't
you sign your real name?

Mr. Banner?

So he did.

I signed it Eric Banner.

I mean, fuck, you know, he did a chopper
better than me.

I got him cast.

Did you know that?

Did you know that? I got him cast.

I mean, I made him. I fucking made him.

Everyone's making a bloody dollar off
me, you know. There's a bloody chopper

beer, chopper ball games, chopper dolls.
Have you seen them? Oh, they're bloody

scary. I don't get one for Christmas,
you know.

And now 60 Minutes is going to make
money off of me, aren't you?

right through the roof, won't you?

Anyway, whinge, whinge, whinge.

I've got to go set up.

Calm down.

Those are bloody TV types.

Good evening, and welcome to a special
edition of 60 Minutes.

Well, hello there.

What's your sign?

Nice big... It's very nice.

It's very nice there.

Mark Chopper -Reed dished out and
survived a lot of violence in his life.

You see that?

Oh, look at that. See that?

That's a tumour.

It's a pretty big tumour. Look at the
size of the bastard. See that?

Emotionally, how are you coping with the
thought of dying?

No, it doesn't even hit me.

emotionally, you know.

I don't think of lying in a grave
thinking, you know, what's going on

know.

But I would like to come back and see
what all the fuss is going to be after

dead. Well, are you prepared to tell the
truth today? Of course I am.

Why is that?

Because that's what it's all about, you
know.

This is the last interview, the last
picture show, you know.

Does your word mean anything?

Don't question me about my bloody word.

I guess the point is, you have said in
the past, you put a television camera in

the room and you lay your head off. But
I'm telling the truth now.

And you want to know the truth about Sid
Collins, right?

Right? Well, the truth is, I was
supposed to donate $8 ,000 to his bloody

wedding. But I'm not giving him eight
grand. I don't even know how to ride a

motorbike. And they want me to give them
$8 ,000.

Stick it up your bum. And is that why
you shot him?

Yeah. What more do you need?

Back. Get a bit of that.

Why the fuck did you do that?

I told you I didn't want to go to that
bloody wedding and you wouldn't listen.

It's my fault, okay? I'm sorry. I'm
sorry. I pushed you through fucking far.

Jack! Look, I'm not going to tell
anybody.

I swear to God.

And then you had him driven to hospital.

I believed him.

I mean, we shook hands on it.

You think he would have gone, oh, I owe
this bloke a favour.

I shouldn't document, but no.

I mean, you can't go giving people up
for some minor shooting, you know? I

I shot him in the guts and took him to
the hospital, you know? And for some

petty offence, he took six years of my
life. I was a bloody idiot, you know? I

should have just let him die.

But ten years later, I got it.

You track him down in Casino? No, no,
no.

I was in the casino doing a talk night,
minding my own business.

And who do you think comes up to me
after the show?

Sid Collins.

Pleasure. Can I get an autograph?

Signed, Eric Banner.

Nah, I'm just kidding.

We all right, Chuck?

We good?

I couldn't believe it. What the fuck is
he doing here?

No, I'm not signing anything for you. Go
away.

But then I thought...

Wait.

We're good.

You know, water under the bridge, all
that shit.

Yeah. Hey, why don't you meet me up
front in ten minutes and let's go for

a beer, eh?

Have a yarn, for old times' sake.

Too easy.

Too easy.

Cheers.

An idiot.

They're completely insane.

Obviously they're not cocaine or
something.

And so what happened then?

I met him afterwards, hopped in his car,
going to his place.

And then I took his gun.

This is an idiot. A complete idiot.

What does it feel like to kill someone?

Well, it doesn't feel anything.

You do have two young children?

Yeah, yeah.

I mean, the prospect of not seeing them
grow up, does that distress you?

Of course it does.

I mean, little Charlie, I mean, he's a
sweet boy.

And Roy, I mean, I take him around the
block every night.

I take him to the milk bar and buy him
an Eskimo pie. I mean, he likes them.

I love my boys.

I love my wife.

I'll miss them, man.

Sorry I haven't been down to see you
lately, Charlie.

I'm going to try to get some money
together and send you a nice birthday

present. I just wanted to write to you
to tell you...

how much I love you and how sorry I am
for not being a better father.

I didn't really have much training in
how to be a good dad.

I always blamed someone else for my life
going off the rails.

I blamed a guy named Sid Collins, you
know, made up stories about him when he

was just some tow rag I met in Tasmania.

I had to blame someone for my mistakes,
so I picked him.

But they were no one else's fault.

They were all mine.

Oh, one piece of advice I can give you,
Charlie.

Don't blame other people for your
mistakes.

They're coffee sweet.

Happy birthday, my son.

Your loving dad, always.

It took forever to get Roy to go to bed.

Are you going to go down to see Charlie?

No.

It's bad enough you and Roy have to see
me like this.

I wish I could be like an animal and
crawl off into the woods.

I heard what you said at the interview.

Is it true?

Did you kill Sid Collins?

What do you think?

I think...

You made it up.

We've done a million things I've got
away with.

What's the difference if I put my hand
up for this?

Chopper.

I wanted to be remembered.

How do you want to be remembered?

You know, I said I regret nothing.

Not you.

You know, years of...

Blood and guts. We bashed and beaten
from one end of the street to the other.

We had a cranky time at night.

Darkened my whole life.

But I haven't done much with it, you
know.

Nothing good, really.

You have the boys.

They're good.

You have me.

Well, I hope he does, because I don't.

You think?

Yeah.

So it's come to this, you know?

That's what... Hard -headed Ned Kelly
said before they stretched his neck.

A rooster one day and a feather duster
the next.

In a hundred years from now, maybe two
names will stand out in the history

of Aussie crims. A Ned Kelly and that
mad bastard with no ears, a

Chopper Reed.

Maybe.

Oh. Oh,

I love this.

So what do you reckon?

What is any of this?

True.

Everyone wants to be remembered.

And everyone wants to go to heaven.

Don't they?

But nobody wants to die first.

And that's the truth.

Pretending that you're still.