Original subtitles

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

WOMAN ON RECORDING: I'm glad to hear from you.

(ELECTRONIC VOICE REPEATS PHRASE IN JAPANESE)

(ELECTRONIC VOICE REPEATS PHRASE IN JAPANESE)

WOMAN: I'm looking forward to seeing you.

(ELECTRONIC VOICE REPEATS PHRASE IN JAPANESE)

(ELECTRONIC VOICE REPEATS PHRASE IN JAPANESE)

WOMAN: Nice day, isn't it?

(ELECTRONIC VOICE REPEATS PHRASE IN JAPANESE)

(ELECTRONIC VOICE REPEATS PHRASE IN JAPANESE)

- WOMAN: It's starting to rain. - (KNOCK AT DOOR)

(ELECTRONIC VOICE REPEATS PHRASE IN JAPANESE)

(DEVICE CLICKS)

(SNIFFS)

(DISTANT SHOUTING AND CLANGING)

(DISTANT SHOUTING AND CLANGING)

- (SOMBRE MUSIC) - (VISITORS SPEAK INAUDIBLY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DISTANT THUDDING)

- (DISTANT BUZZING) - (KEYS JANGLE)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

GUARD: Easy, Abbott.

Happy New Year.

Fuck, it's good to finally see you.

(JACKIE CLEARS THROAT)

I just came to say goodbye.

Where are you going?

JACKIE: England.

How long?

I don't know yet.

Uh, but I'm gonna write and everything still.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Jesus, what... (LAUGHS) What do you expect?

I mean, I... I've got a life, Brenden.

I've got a...

(SIGHS)

..ambitions of my own.

You... you don't think I have ambitions?

Come on, Jackie.

I'll be a good boy.

I'll get out.

And you need to be here, not living in fuckin' England.

That's years away.

'Bye.

- I gotta go. - No, Jackie.

- I... I can't... - No.

I really have to go, Brenden. I...

GUARD: Hold it.

(JACKIE SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(DOOR CLUNKS)

GUARD: You'll be right, mate.

(KEYS JANGLE)

Get outside, get some fresh air.

(DISTANT SHOUTING)

Have a dart.

(DISTANT SHOUTING AND CLANGING)

That's a nice piece of arse

you're missing out on there, Abbott.

CULLEN: Sucked my dick on the way out.

You never told me she was a swallower.

- (INTENSE SYNTH MUSIC) - (BOTH GRUNT)

(INMATES SHOUT)

- INMATE: Fuckin' hit him! - INMATE 2: Fuckin' get him!

? Skinny girl Dressed in black ?

- (KEYS JANGLE) - ? Leather boots ?

Fuckin' get him!

- ? Nazi hat ? - Go!

- Fuckin' get him. - Smash the cunt!

INMATE: Fuckin' go!

Let's go! Fuckin' go!

INMATE: Open the fuckin' door! Come on!

(INMATES SHOUT)

Fuckin' get him!

(SOFTLY) Run.

INMATE: Fuckin' open it!

Come on!

? Panther girl ?

? Take me home ?

? Take me home ?

? Hip to hip ?

? Bone to bone ?

? Evil heat ?

? All night long ?

? Evil heat ?

? All night long ?

? Shake ? All night long ?

? Shake... ? All night long ?

? Shake ? All night long ?

? Shake ?

(INTENSE SYNTH MUSIC CONTINUES)

(INMATES SHOUT)

? Shake it, baby ?

? Shake it, baby Shake it, baby ?

NEWSREADER: Yesterday's riot left Fremantle Prison ablaze.

About 135 inmates took control of a cell block

and held five prison officers hostage

and injured several others.

(GUNSHOT)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(SILENCE)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(TENSE MUSIC)

Just a tick.

(LOCK JIGGLES)

(DOOR SQUEAKS)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(LIGHTS CLICK AND BUZZ)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(CAR RADIO PLAYS INDISTINCTLY)

ANNOUNCER: I hope you managed to get along to the beach.

Around WA tomorrow, temperatures, as I mentioned,

Around WA tomorrow, temperatures, as I mentioned,

will be up a couple of degrees right around the coast, in fact.

The highest recorded maximum in the state was 43 up at Derby.

(EMPLOYEES CHATTER)

(EMPLOYEES LAUGH)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(DRAMATIC CHORD)

WOMAN: Good morning.

MAN: Morning!

WOMAN: Thank you.

MAN: Morning!

MAN: Oh, Nola!

Is that passionfruit frosting?

Get out of it, Keith. That's for morning tea.

- Have we got the milk? - KEITH: Oh, Jenny's getting it.

She won't be long.

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(LIGHT CLICKS AND BUZZES)

(SIGHS)

(THUDDING)

(GASPS SOFTLY)

- (WOMAN SCREAMS) Oh! - Oh!

BRENDEN: Good morning, everybody!

Hands up where I can fuckin' see them.

Get in the back corner. Now!

Nobody's gonna get hurt

as long as we don't have any fuckin' heroes pushing buttons.

- ROBBER: Go! - BRENDEN: It's OK, Nola.

(NOLA GASPS)

BRENDEN: You can stick with me, love.

- Come on. - (WOMAN SOBS)

BRENDEN: Where's that short one

with the fuckin' perm and the glasses?

(SHAKILY) The milk. The milk.

BRENDEN: Who's the manager?

Come on, mate. I know it's you.

Is it a 2-minute or a 5-minute timer?

Two.

BRENDEN: Take Porky Pig

and then Smokey here to the vault.

- Bag it up! - (EMPLOYEES EXCLAIM FEARFULLY)

- BRENDEN: Let's go! Move! - (WOMAN SOBS)

- ROBBER: Hurry up! - (NOLA GASPS AND SOBS)

MAN ON 2-WAY: Lads, there's no time to fuck around in there.

- (NOLA SOBS) - Hey. Nola, Nola.

- (NOLA WAILS) - It's... it's OK, love.

We'll be fuckin' out of here soon. It's alright.

BRENDEN ON 2-WAY: Get ready, mate. Nearly done, nearly done.

(ENGINE STARTS AND REVS)

- (ENGINE REVS) - (SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)

- (GUNSHOT) - (EMPLOYEES SCREAM)

You OK, fuckin' Burt Reynolds?

Are you OK, mate?

ROBBER: Yeah, yeah, yeah, all good, mate.

BRENDEN: Nice job. Get back with your mates.

- Right. Did you get it all? - ROBBER: Yeah, yeah.

MAN ON 2-WAY: Will you fuckin' talk to me? What's going on?

MAN ON 2-WAY: Will you fuckin' talk to me? What's going on?

BRENDEN: We're done.

(BREATHES HEAVILY) Right, give us the key.

(KEYS JANGLE)

- Get on the fuckin' floor! - (EMPLOYEES GASP)

BRENDEN: Go. Go. Fuckin' go.

- (WOMAN SOBS) - BRENDEN: Go!

(WOMEN CRY)

On behalf of my colleague and I,

it has been a pleasure banking with you all today.

(TENSE MUSIC)

MAN: Come on! Quick! Come on, let's go!

Quick!

Come on.

- (ENGINE ROARS) - (BRENDEN LAUGHS)

REPORTER: Police say the robbery was well planned,

with the two bandits hiding in the roof of the bank.

They believe the men entered the roof from an alleyway

at the side of the bank

which leads to a curtain shop.

According to the owner of the shop, Mary Darville,

a padlock on the gate had been cut.

MARY: That there.

REPORTER: As bank staff prepared to open,

the two men, wearing black balaclavas

and brandishing a shotgun and two handguns,

dropped from the ceiling to the floor of the bank.

They told workers to lie down,

and a shot was fired into the floor of the building.

The two men escaped from the bank

with a large amount of money.

The trauma of the hold-up

was too much for one worker.

112,730

plus change.

- (SCREAMS) Fuck, mate! - (BRENDEN CHORTLES)

Fuckin' hell! Fucking...

We did it, boys!

REPORTER: Police have warned both men are armed

and extremely dangerous.

- (TENSE MUSIC) - (EMPLOYEES SPEAK INAUDIBLY)

DETECTIVE: Can we get her a blanket, please?

(NOLA BREATHES SHAKILY)

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO COMMUNICATIONS)

- (DETECTIVE SIGHS) - (CHAIR SQUEAKS)

What a morning, huh?

Hey...

The sky is blue. You'll get some fresh air soon.

You'll be home.

I just...

I just have a few more questions, that's it.

He... knew my name.

What if he knows where I live?

- (HUMS CHEERFULLY) - (KEYS JANGLE)

- BRENDEN: Rah! - (JACKIE SHRIEKS)

Shit! Fuck! You dickhead.

Gonna knee you in the fuckin' scrote, mate.

(LAUGHS) I told you you could do your washing at Mum's.

Yeah, I don't wanna wear out her welcome.

Nah, she's all good now.

I'm glad you're here.

I don't have any change for the laundromat.

Well, I've got money.

- Heaps. - Do ya?

- Yeah. - Interesting.

Di's bringing Chinese around for Glenn's birthday.

I've got work at 8:00.

What was that for?

Do I need a reason?

Let's go now and then we can do your laundry for free.

Can't go anywhere without your dirty undies.

(CAR DOOR THUDS)

THELMA: Hey, Glenn, I've gotta go to the bank.

Don't turn the oven off.

- Hi, darling. - KELLY: Hi.

- Hi, darling. - KELLY: Hi.

You mind setting the table?

Yeah, you can't go to the bank, though.

There's been a robbery.

Yeah, there's, like, cops everywhere

up on the roof.

Huh.

KELLY: Happy birthday.

GLENN: Thanks, babe.

Guess what your birthday present is.

KELLY: What?

Help me set up the fuckin' table.

KELLY: Fuck it. (GRUNTS)

(TV PLAYS NEARBY)

THELMA: What is it? What did she get ya?

(MUMBLES) A new car, Mum.

(GUNFIRE AND SHOUTING ON TV)

THELMA: Look at the front.

(GLENN LAUGHS)

I got him a pair of boxers.

- THELMA: Oh, lovely. - GLENN: Sweet.

- Thanks, Kelly-Jelly. - That's alright.

(NEWS BULLETIN PLAYS ON TV)

NEWSREADER: The quiet suburb of Belmont was...

Oh! This is it. Mum!

NEWSREADER: Two armed men dropped from the ceiling

of a local bank.

After terrorising staff, it's believed the assailants

were assisted by a third man

acting as a getaway driver.

Police believe a burnt-out mustard-yellow Ford

found several hours later at Kewdale

is linked to the crime.

GLENN: Fuck!

NEWSREADER: and are asking for witnesses...

That's fuckin' genius. He's come through the ceiling.

That's fuckin' genius. He's come through the ceiling.

(DOOR OPENS AND THUDS)

NEWSREADER: witnessed the daring escape.

Here's what she had to say.

REPORTER: Miss James, what can you tell me...

(BANGS SWITCH)

- Wah! - Hey!

Happy birthday, you fuckin' big bastard.

- That's for you. - Cheers, mate.

Alright, give us that.

- Hello there, boy! Hello! - (DOG PANTS)

JACKIE: Happy birthday.

- GLENN: Thanks, Jackie. - Ohh!

BRENDEN: Hello, beautiful boy.

- (DOG WHINES) - Mum, Jackie's not staying.

I've just gotta drop her at work after this.

But I'll sort this out.

Well, you're welcome to stay for dinner.

Di's bringing Chinese.

I've, uh, got a shift. Gotta go to work.

Oi, yah.

- JACKIE: What did you get? - GLENN: Mm.

- JACKIE: Show us. - Just some boxers.

(JACKIE LAUGHS)

Pretty good, eh?

KELLY: Yeah, how's the Royal?

JACKIE: Uh, nuh, I'm at the flicks now.

KELLY: Ohhh!

GLENN: Oh, that's fancy. (CHUCKLES)

Oi, save some honey prawns for me.

JACKIE: Congratulations. Happy birthday.

Jesus Christ, that girl's still got him

by the short and curlies.

GLENN: Leave him alone, Mum. It's my birthday.

THELMA: When was the last time he did his own fuckin' laundry?

I didn't even know he knew how to work a washing machine.

(GLENN AND KELLY CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)

(REFLECTIVE MUSIC)

(REFLECTIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)

BRENDEN: You know how foxes get rid of fleas

when they're infested?

JACKIE: Hm?

BRENDEN: They find a leaf

and they... they put it in their mouth,

they slowly back into a pool of water,

with the only thing left sticking out

is their nose and the leaf.

And then the fox

has all the fleas run up, jump on the leaf

and then the fox just lets the leaf go.

JACKIE: Hm!

BRENDEN: Isn't that the smartest thing?

JACKIE: Should try getting out of you that way.

I'm just saying there's always a solution to every problem.

I'm just saying there's always a solution to every problem.

Just gotta use your brains. Even foxes can do that.

JACKIE: Mm. Using your brains.

Is that why we're floating around the swimming pool?

Waiting for someone to charge us with break-and-enter?

BRENDEN: I'm just thinking about our future.

I can't see one without you.

I don't trust you're gonna get your shit together.

Cross my heart.

Starting today.

JACKIE: We'll see.

Gotta get to work.

(SOUL MUSIC PLAYS)

? I know what's in my heart ?

? I know that's where heaven starts ?

- (SONG CONTINUES FAINTLY) - ? It's with you, babe ?

? It's with you, babe ?

(ENGINE REVS)

- (BRENDEN SIGHS) - (ENGINE SHUTS OFF)

? Waited my whole life for you ?

(CAR DOOR SHUTS OUTSIDE)

- Oi, Glenn. - GLENN: Yeah?

KELLY: Stabbie's here. He's been waiting for Bren.

BRENDEN: What are you doing here, mate?

- (SHAKILY) It's Lievense. - What about him?

He's been taken in and questioned by the cops.

Fuck, mate.

Gaz saw him down at the Vic,

shouting everyone in the whole pub rounds.

- What did I tell you about... - (SLURS) So he... What?

I told you that he would get us fucked, didn't I?

(STABBIE STAMMERS) Sorry.

- I thought he'd shut his gob. - THELMA: Hey.

- You're not welcome here. - S-sorry, Mrs Abbott.

- I just... - THELMA: Piss off!

BRENDEN: Yeah, yeah, piss off.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

(STABBIE WHISPERS) Sorry, man.

You missed dinner. Di and the kids had to take off.

Sorry, Mum. Took a bit longer than I thought.

Sorry, Mum. Took a bit longer than I thought.

Mm-hm. I know it was you.

Your brother in there just pulled his socks up

and you go and pull a stunt like this.

You know that everything you do has a bad effect on him.

Or do I need to remind you?

- (ENGINE REVS) - It'll be OK, Mum.

- THELMA: Jesus Christ! - It'll be OK, Mum.

No! It is not!

It's not.

I don't want you here, Brenden.

I don't want the cops coming, kicking my door in

and your brother doing something stupid.

So you can go and get your shit and get out of my house.

Mum.

- (DOOR SQUEAKS) - Mum!

THELMA: Take your fucking washing.

(DREAMY INDIE MUSIC)

(SOFTLY) Oh, fuck.

(SOFTLY) Oh, fuckin' hell.

(SOFTLY) Oh, fuckin' hell.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(ENGINE REVS)

KELLY: Come on.

We've gotta keep cleaning.

(ENGINE ROARS)

(DREAMY MUSIC CONTINUES)

? This one little star ?

? Must leave ?

(JACKIE HUMS TUNE)

- Huh. - ? Into the atmosphere ?

Get used to this kind of laundry service.

Pack your stuff. We're going away.

(LAUGHS) Where are we going?

I just bought a new Patrol and I want to let it rip off-road.

JACKIE: What the fuck? I've got work.

Call in sick.

- (JACKIE SCOFFS) - It's just a few days.

(DREAMY MUSIC CONTINUES)

(DREAMY MUSIC CONTINUES)

? Silence away ?

NEWSREADER ON RADIO: The court heard that Stabback

and an accomplice

cut through the roof of the bank

and waited in the ceiling for staff to arrive.

They then threatened them with handguns

stolen earlier from WA Guns & Ammo in Maddington.

The guns were later found by police divers in the Swan River.

David Brian Stabback

was arrested at his home this morning.

His co-accused, Peter James Lievense,

was arrested soon after the robbery

following a confrontation at an Armidale pub.

Police say they are closing in on a third man involved in...

(RADIO TURNS OFF)

You got your shit ready for that job tomorrow?

That's Brenden, for sure.

- Fuck. (SNICKERS) - GLENN: Fuck.

(LAUGHS)

(SOBER MUSIC)

(CAMERA CLICKS AND WHIRRS)

BRENDEN: Hoodie, you mad Brit.

(HOODIE REPLIES INDISTINCTLY)

Hey, listen, mate, I'm gonna need that fishing trip.

(HOODIE REPLIES INDISTINCTLY)

BRENDEN: Yeah, a week from today.

(CAMERA CLICKS AND WHIRRS)

Sounds good.

Alright, I'll be in touch when I get up there.

(HOODIE REPLIES INDISTINCTLY)

(RECEIVER CLATTERS)

(UNEASY MUSIC)

BRENDEN: Should we get some brekkie?

JACKIE: Yeah, mate.

- Mate? - JACKIE: Fuckin' starved.

You called me mate, hey?

You know I hate it when you call me fuckin' mate.

I'm not your mate.

I'm your lover.

- (JACKIE LAUGHS) - Mmmm!

How do you say in French "I'm full"?

Um... (SPEAKS FRENCH)

- (JACKIE REPEATS PHRASE) - (CHUCKLES)

(CROCKERY CLANGS NEARBY)

JACKIE: Merci.

Hmm!

- BRENDEN: Hey. - What?

- Where are you going? - (SCOFFS)

Toilet. Is that alright with you?

Do you, um...

Do you think we should get a dog?

(JACKIE LAUGHS) What?

I don't need a dog. I've got you.

(JACKIE GIGGLES)

(WHISPERS) Here's the thing.

I'm busting to split my whisker

and if you don't let me go, I'm gonna piss on you.

(BRENDEN CHUCKLES) Fuck your photos.

You should've been a bloody poet.

- (JACKIE CHUCKLES) - (CROCKERY CLANGS NEARBY)

(VEHICLE APPROACHES)

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(VEHICLE DOOR OPENS)

(VEHICLE DOOR SHUTS)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

(DOORBELL JINGLES)

- CASHIER: Oh, morning. - OFFICER: Hiya.

CASHIER: What would you like?

- Um, two cheese sandwiches. - Right, coming right up.

(PLASTIC RUSTLES)

(TENSE MUSIC)

CASHIER: There you go.

OFFICER: Thank you.

(CASH REGISTER BUTTONS BEEP)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

CASHIER: There you go.

OFFICER: Thank you.

- (CASH DRAWER SLIDES) - (COINS CLINK)

CASHIER: And there's your change.

- Thanks, mate. - CASHIER: Have a great day.

Thank you.

- (DOORBELL JINGLES) - JACKIE: Alright, you done?

Jeez Louise, what's got you so jumpy?

BRENDEN: Nothing. I'm all good.

Alright. Are you finished with that?

BRENDEN: Yep.

Hi.

- CASHIER: What would you like? - Um...

- CASHIER: What would you like? - Um...

Could I please get a pack of menthols?

- Sure. - (SNIFFS) Thank you.

- CASHIER: There you go. - Thank you.

Just getting your change.

(CASH DRAWER SLIDES)

(CASH CLIPS CLICK)

CASHIER: Hope the breakfast was alright.

(COINS CLINK)

(UNEASY MUSIC)

(COINS CLINK)

(REGISTER BEEPS)

CASHIER: And there's your change.

Uh, thanks. Thank you.

CASHIER: No worries, love.

(UNEASY MUSIC CONTINUES)

(VEHICLE ENGINE RUMBLES)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

- You right? - JACKIE: Yeah, yeah.

Uh, here's your change.

(COINS SCATTER)

(TENSE MUSIC)

Hey.

You right?

(TENSE MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(CROCKERY AND GLASSES CLATTER)

Jackie!

- Jackie! - (JACKIE GRUNTS)

Jackie.

- Get the fuck off me! - (KEYS DROP)

- I'm sorry. - Fuckin' don't touch me.

I'm fuckin' sorry.

- Get the fuck... - I fucked up.

You fuckin' dickhead!

How could you do that?

- You can't fuckin' do this. - Sorry!

You can't come back from something like that. You...

(DOORBELL JINGLES)

I was gonna tell ya.

- I just didn't know fuckin' how. - Oi!

- I just didn't know how. - Everything alright, love?

Yeah, it's all good, mate.

I'm asking her.

(JACKIE PANTS) Get your hands off me.

(PANTS AND SNIFFLES)

(PANTS) Yeah, I'm good.

I'm good.

I'm good.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

Don't touch me.

(WHISPERS) I'm sorry.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(JACKIE EXHALES HEAVILY)

- (INHALES) - (SOFTLY) Hey, hey.

- (BREATHES SHARPLY) - Hey...

Just... don't. Don't.

Is this car stolen?

No, I paid cash for it. It's clean.

Stolen cash.

Hey...

Hey...

I've got it all planned out.

I've got a mate in Darwin

who can get us on a fishing boat to PNG

and we fly to Vietnam and then on to Japan.

Now, you've always banged on about Japan, right?

Guess what -

there's no extradition treaty there.

I've got just under 40 grand left.

That is more than enough for us to have a good life over there

until things settle down.

JACKIE: Then what?

Cross that bridge when we come to it.

That's...

..fucking insane.

- I know. - It's fucking insane, Brenden.

How could you just plan all this and think I'd go along with it?

Can you...

Can you just think about it at least?

Drive. Just fucking drive.

(IGNITION CLICKS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

"Peter Holden"?

BRENDEN: Yeah, I was thinking you could be Jessica Holden.

Make you one in Darwin.

I always thought of myself

as more of a single-name kind of girl, you know?

Like Madonna.

What I'm asking you to do is fucked.

I know.

If any part of you doesn't want in,

I'll give you half the cash right now.

I will. I'll put you on a bus back to Perth.

(TENSE MUSIC FADES)

- (CICADAS BUZZ) - (BIRDS TWEET)

(PHONE RINGS)

I'll get it.

GLENN: I've got it. I've got it.

- I've got it. - THELMA: Shit.

- Hello? - (WHISPERS) Give it to me.

BRENDEN: Glenny, it's me.

Oh, they haven't caught you, have they?

BRENDEN: No, mate, they haven't caught me.

- Course they haven't. - I told ya.

You should've let me drive. Lievense is a soft cunt.

BRENDEN: As if Mum doesn't blame me enough

for your fuck-ups already.

Listen, mate, I need to know what's going on back home.

(RUSTLING OVER PHONE)

THELMA: Hey, hey, where are you?

The cops been round?

THELMA: What do you think?

What did you tell 'em?

Well...

(SNIFFS) ..I, uh...

I told them that you were here all day

helping with your brother's birthday

and that you're too stupid to pull off a stunt like that.

Thanks, Mum.

THELMA: So where are ya?

I'm at the Oasis hotel.

THELMA: Did you hear that they...

..they shot Stabbie in the arse when they arrested him?

- BRENDEN: In the arse? - THELMA: Yeah.

So I don't want anything like that, or worse,

to happen to you, OK?

BRENDEN: No, I'm not gonna get shot, Mum.

Hey, I... I gotta go, but, um...

..thank you.

And I... I'll call you soon, yeah?

THELMA: Brenden...

(RECEIVER CLATTERS)

BRENDEN: Did you hear that?

David got a bullet in the butt when they arrested him.

David got a bullet in the butt when they arrested him.

Oh, yeah, is that funny, is it?

Well, it's a little bit funny, isn't it?

Why did you tell your mum where we are?

Because she did me a solid with what she told the cops.

(JACKIE INHALES)

Do you believe her?

She's my mum.

Yeah, and she's never fuckin' acted like it, Brenden.

- She's gonna fuckin' dob you in. - No, she's not.

- Yeah, she is. - She's not. She's not.

It is gonna be OK, I promise you.

It's gonna be good.

Everything's gonna be good, OK?

Listen to me.

(TENSE MUSIC)

I'm gonna go get us some supplies

for us to celebrate our new life.

And then you can tell me all about Japan.

- Oi! - What?

I love you.

- (JACKIE SIGHS) - I love you.

(RUSTLING)

BRENDEN: Sayonara, baby.

(EXHALES)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

GLENN: Well, where is he?

THELMA: I don't know. Make me a cup of tea.

GLENN: Ah. Alright.

(GLENN SIGHS)

(CUPS CLATTER NEARBY)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(GROANS)

(ENGINE ROARS)

(TENSE MUSIC FADES)

(INSECTS CHIRP)

(COCKATOO SCREECHES IN DISTANCE)

(REFLECTIVE MUSIC)

(VEHICLE APPROACHES)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

- (DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES) - (OFFICER SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)

(OFFICER SPEAKS FAINTLY) Hands in the air!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MOUTHS WORDS)

- OFFICER: Down! - OFFICER 2: Down on the ground!

(BRENDEN BREATHES HEAVILY)

OFFICER: Head down!

(MAN CALLS OUT INDISTINCTLY)

- Gun! - OFFICER 2: Put him in the van.

- Gun! - OFFICER 2: Put him in the van.

(OFFICERS SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)

MAN: Hurry up.

OFFICER: Come on!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC FADES)

NEWSREADER: It's been six months

since the January 4 riot at Fremantle Prison.

Another 135 inmates took control of the cell block

and held five prison officers hostage.

No official reason was given for the riot and fire,

but it's believed the 42-degree heat

and the jail's archaic conditions

were partly responsible.

The ringleaders,

including notorious bank robber Brenden James Abbott,

will face sentencing for their involvement in the coming days.

The Supreme Court of Western Australia... (VOICE FADES)

(GRITTY GUITAR MUSIC)

? Oh! ?

(GRITTY GUITAR MUSIC CONTINUES)

(INMATES SPEAK INAUDIBLY)

Don't bullshit me. Don't fuckin' bullshit me, mate.

(INMATE CONTINUES ARGUING INDISTINCTLY)

(GRITTY GUITAR MUSIC CONTINUES)

Who's that?

That Cullen prick needs another kick in the face.

? How you gonna sleep ?

? When the singing never stops ?

? Through the night? ?

(INMATES CHATTER)

Don't look so happy to see me!

(STABBIE CHORTLES)

You're fuckin' famous!

- (GLENN LAUGHS) - Fuckin' hell.

STABBIE: Hey, welcome to the big house, mate.

(GLENN LAUGHS)

REYNOLDS: Fuck. How did they get you?

Oh, right, when he robbed that shop, he only wore one glove.

Left his fingerprints everywhere.

Must've dropped the cunt on me way in. (CACKLES)

Hey, you could've just visited, mate.

GLENN: Yeah.

TAYLOR: We got a little baby Salmon here.

Oi, lads, lads, Brenden's little brother.

- Hey! - Welcome, baby Salmon!

(INMATES ARGUE AND SCUFFLE)

Little bit of a show, eh?

(REYNOLDS LAUGHS)

(INMATES ARGUE INDISTINCTLY)

INMATE: Hey, getting restless, huh?

- INMATE 2: Come on, boys! - Let me at him!

(GRITTY GUITAR MUSIC CONTINUES)

INMATE: Fuckin' hit someone!

(INMATES JEER)

INMATE: Come on!

Trying to kill me? Fuck you. Fuck you!

(MUSIC FADES)

THELMA: He only did that job to be like you.

(PEOPLE CHATTER QUIETLY)

- (DOOR THUDS) - (KEYS JANGLE)

You know I can do this as long as you can.

(BUZZER DRONES IN DISTANCE)

(BUZZER DRONES IN DISTANCE)

Do you know she's back from London?

She been to see you, has she?

Yeah, I didn't think so.

You tell yourself what you want,

but I am here.

Where the fuck is she?

I'm done, mate.

(KEYS JANGLE)

(SOBER MUSIC)

BARRISTER: Brenden, I need you to concentrate.

Six counts of depravation of liberty

and two counts of aggravated assault?

(SIGHS) Look, I... I spoke to the prosecutors.

They've said that it's likely it'll add an extra four years

to your existing sentence.

So I want you to take a look at this photo.

Closely.

They claim it's you assaulting Officer Cullen

during the riot.

There is precedence where the use... (VOICE FADES)

(THOUGHTFUL MUSIC)

(THOUGHTFUL MUSIC)

..we could argue that it's someone else.

No, it's me.

? I'm always dreaming of you ?

? All through the day, the nights... ?

JUDGE: Brenden James Abbott.

There is little that is mitigating

in your personal circumstances.

A ward of the state. In and out of boys and foster homes.

Juvenile delinquency. Speeding convictions. Petty theft.

Drugs and weapons charges.

I sentence you to a further six years

for the charges proven here in this court today.

? I can't stop thinking of you ?

? Dreaming that it will come true ?

(WHISPERS) For fuck's sake.

? All I do ?

- (SIGHS) - ? That someday ?

? You'll see me ?

? The way that I see you ?

GUARD: Yeah.

Yep. Hands free.

Open your mouth.

Wider.

Ahhh.

GUARD: Squat.

? Out of my head ?

- GUARD: Next. - ? Till you come my way ?

- BRENDEN: All good, mate? - GUARD: Yeah, how did you go?

It's fair to say we got a better result

in the cricket last night.

Yeah. I know, mate. You're resilient.

You'll fuckin' bounce back.

Yeah. Mouth.

Move your tongue. Yep.

OK.

Next.

Hands.

Look away.

Turn.

Hair.

? And if you only knew ?

? What I'm going through ?

Next.

- ? Then you will dream ? - Spread 'em.

- ? Of me too ? - Wider.

Tongue.

? Out of my head ?

? Till you come my way ?

? Staying in bed ?

? Staying in bed ?

I've been doing a lot of thinking here.

(SONG CONTINUES FAINTLY)

KELLY: Yeah?

And I've been thinking about

what kind of sex our little one would be.

What, no-one's fucking you up the arse in here?

Well, actually, I quite like it up the bum.

(GLENN LAUGHS)

(SNIFFS)

Now I know how you feel.

? And if you only knew ?

- Got no undies on. - Yeah?

? What I'm going through ?

Don't jizz your pants, babe.

? Maybe you'll dream of me too ?

? Maybe you'll dream of me too ?

? Maybe you'll dream of me ?

You tell Brenden he owes me.

Mm-hm.

(SEWING MACHINES RATTLE)

(GLENN LAUGHS)

IVAN: Good.

(INMATES CHUCKLE AND CHATTER)

(INMATES CHUCKLE AND CHATTER)

REYNOLDS: That's 'cause you're young.

You wait, you'll get a bit older,

everything changes, eh?

(REYNOLDS LAUGHS)

You'll be happy just to hold hands.

(TAYLOR AND REYNOLDS LAUGH)

Psst.

IVAN: Brenden, Brenden, Brenden.

BRENDEN: Ivan.

Got a little present for you, mate.

Here we are.

BRENDEN: Check out page 12.

- IVAN: Oh! (CHORTLES) - (BRENDEN LAUGHS)

(DOOR SQUEAKS)

(DOOR THUDS)

TAYLOR: Check it out. (LAUGHS)

BRENDEN: Boys.

(SEWING MACHINES STOP)

BRENDEN: Alright, next one.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Hey, Glenn. Think I'm getting to know your lady, hey?

(BRENDEN WHISPERS) Mate, don't fuck around.

(REYNOLDS LAUGHS)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

Oi. Turn around.

(SEWING MACHINES RATTLE)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

WOMAN ON RECORDING: It's starting to rain.

(ELECTRONIC VOICE REPEATS PHRASE IN JAPANESE)

(ELECTRONIC VOICE REPEATS PHRASE IN JAPANESE)

WOMAN ON RECORDING: It's a little cold outside.

(RAIN PATTERS)

(ELECTRONIC VOICE REPEATS PHRASE IN JAPANESE)

(ELECTRONIC VOICE REPEATS PHRASE IN JAPANESE)

(INMATES LAUGH)

WOMAN ON RECORDING: It's very hot outside.

(ELECTRONIC VOICE REPEATS PHRASE IN JAPANESE)

(ELECTRONIC VOICE REPEATS PHRASE IN JAPANESE)

- (TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES) - (SEWING MACHINES RATTLE)

- (TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES) - (SEWING MACHINES RATTLE)

WOMAN ON RECORDING: It's cool today, isn't it?

(ELECTRONIC VOICE REPEATS PHRASE IN JAPANESE)

(ELECTRONIC VOICE REPEATS PHRASE IN JAPANESE)

WOMAN ON RECORDING: It's warm today, isn't it?

(ELECTRONIC VOICE REPEATS PHRASE IN JAPANESE)

(ELECTRONIC VOICE REPEATS PHRASE IN JAPANESE)

WOMAN ON RECORDING: I'm glad to hear from you.

(ELECTRONIC VOICE REPEATS PHRASE IN JAPANESE)

(ELECTRONIC VOICE REPEATS PHRASE IN JAPANESE)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

WOMAN ON RECORDING: I'm looking forward

to seeing you.

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(INMATES LAUGH NEARBY)

Alright, next one.

Oi, concentrate.

(METALLIC CLUNK)

- (SEWING MACHINES STOP) - Fuck!

- TAYLOR: Mate! - GLENN: Fuckin' idiot!

I fuckin' told you not to cut right fuckin' through.

Mate. Fuck, they're gonna see that, surely.

Just... just fuckin' put it back. Fuckin' put it back in, mate.

- It'll look... - (INMATE WHISTLES TUNE)

(WHISPERS) Fuck.

Fuck!

(SEWING MACHINES RESUME)

(SEWING MACHINES RESUME)

TAYLOR: That's it. We're fucked.

(BRENDEN WHISPERS) Shut the fuck up.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

CULLEN: All good, Ivan?

Uh, yeah. Nothing to report.

All quiet. All good.

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

TAYLOR: Fuck, man.

STABBIE: Yeah, Taylor's right. We're fucked.

REYNOLDS: Oh, fuck.

What are we gonna do?

We go now.

- Yeah? - BRENDEN: Yeah.

- Yeah. Fuck, yeah! - BRENDEN: Let's do it.

Let's fuckin' do it.

- (GRUNTS) - TAYLOR: Let's go.

Let's go.

Shh, shh, shh!

Oh! See? (BREATHES HEAVILY)

(OBJECTS CLATTER)

I'm out, boys.

Can't risk getting another bullet in the arse.

Yeah, well, I'm fuckin' in. I'm all fuckin' in!

BRENDEN: Shh!

TAYLOR: Yeah, yeah, come on, mate.

BRENDEN: I've only got three fuckin' pairs of overalls.

- Yeah, yeah. - Fuck, fuck.

GLENN: Give us one. Give us one.

Where's mine? Where's mine? Where's mine?

- Give me... No, no, no. - No, you're not coming.

You're not fuckin'... You're not fuckin' coming.

- I gotta have a fuckin'... - Listen to me. Listen.

- You've got 18 months. - You can fuckin' trust me.

You'll be out in 18 months, mate.

Mum will fuckin' kill me, OK?

GLENN: Fuck! No.

REYNOLDS: Let's go. Fuckin' hell.

- Fuck! (SLAMS WASHING MACHINE) - BRENDEN: Shh! Shh!

- TAYLOR: Let's go. - (GLENN HYPERVENTILATES)

TAYLOR: Fuck.

Mate. Mate, mate, mate, you'll be right.

- Shh! - Oi, get over here.

- Come on. - Yeah, yeah. I'm good, I'm good.

I'm good. I'm fuckin' good, Bren, alright? I'm good.

- (TAYLOR WHISPERS) Let's go! - Yeah, yeah.

- TAYLOR: Hurry up! Let's go. - You'll be good.

You'll be fuckin' good.

REYNOLDS: Get out of here. Fuck it.

- Hey, come on. - Fuck it!

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TAYLOR GRUNTS)

(TAYLOR GRUNTS)

(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(ESCAPEES GRUNT FAINTLY)

- BRENDEN: Boys. - TAYLOR: We're fucked, mate.

- BRENDEN: No, just... - TAYLOR: They're right there.

BRENDEN: Just relax. We're maintenance, alright?

We're just here to do a job, alright?

Alright, mate, we can't fuckin' jump

if she's fuckin' right there.

Alright.

Come here, come here. We have to go right now, yeah?

We have to just... We have... Fuckin' here. Come here.

Alright, boys, this is us.

REYNOLDS: What? What are we doing?

We'll be on the rum and Cokes before you know it, alright?

What are we doing here?

We're just pretending to fix this fuckin' roof, OK?

Just look at these... look at these nails

and just make sure none of them are rusty, mate.

REYNOLDS: Yeah.

TAYLOR: Come on, mate. It's fine.

Mate, don't look up.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

BRENDEN: Two metres max.

Right, soon as she's not looking,

we're going, alright? Yeah.

- Deep breath, mate. Deep breath. - She's looking right at us.

I know, mate, alright?

Just check on that.

Just check on that.

Soon as she's not looking, I'm first, then you, right?

You hear anything?

GLENN: I can't fuckin' see them.

(FOOTSTEPS THUD)

Go.

(BRENDEN LANDS AND GRUNTS)

Come on!

GLENN: I can't... can't see 'em.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(REYNOLDS GRUNTS)

(REYNOLDS LANDS AND GROANS)

Fuckin' move, man.

(BREATHES HEAVILY) OK.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES)

(GLENN WHISPERS) Can't fuckin' see.

- Go! - (TAYLOR BREATHES HEAVILY)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

- (SICKENING CRUNCH) - TAYLOR: Arghh!

(CRIES OUT)

- (ALARM BLARES) - (GUNSHOT)

- REYNOLDS: Fuck! - (TAYLOR GROANS)

MAN OVER P.A: Attention, guards.

Escape in progress.

All prisoners to remain stationary

at risk of being shot.

They did it! Fuckin' oath! They...

MAN OVER P.A.: Prison is now in lockdown.

All inmates, stay in your cells or shelter in place.

- (ALARMS BLARE) - (FAST-PACED MUSIC)

GLENN: Fuckin' done it!

Suck on these big fuckers, boys!

There's the dogs!

(GLENN AND STABBIE YELL)

CULLEN: Oh, fuck off.

- GLENN: Ohh, the fuckin' dogs! - Hey!

Ah, ya fuckin'...

(ALARMS BLARING AND P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT CONTINUES)

(INMATES CHEER)

- (FAST-PACED MUSIC) - Yeah!

(ALL GRUNT AND EXCLAIM)

(GLENN LAUGHS)

- (ALARMS BLARE) - (FAST-PACED MUSIC)

(GUARD COCKS GUN)

(GUNSHOT)

? Come on, y'all! ? ? I kiss your lips ?

? And close my eyes ?

- I'll fucking kill ya. - ? Take you away to paradise ?

I'll fuckin' kill ya. (GROANS)

? Make everybody see ?

- Fuck! - ? That I love you ?

- Fuck! - ? That I love you ?

-I'm gonna fucking kill ya! ? And you love me ?

? I kiss your lips ?

? And close my eyes ?

? Take you away to paradise ?

? Make everybody see ?

(SCREAMS)

? That I love you ?

? And you love me ?

? Come on, y'all! ?

? I kiss your lips ?

- ? And close my eyes ? - Arghh!

? Take you away to paradise ?

? Make everybody see that I love you ?

? And you love me ?

? I kiss your lips ?

? And close my eyes ?

? Take you away to paradise ?

(GUNSHOT)

? Make everybody see ?

? That I love you ?

? And you love me ?

('SONNENSCHIFF' BY ALAIN GRASSELLI)

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