Original subtitles

LILY: It'd be nice if you stopped disappearing.

BRENDEN: Yeah, but we've got to have money.

There's only one way to do that.

LILY: Can't you just

stick to doing that here with us for a bit?

GLENN: I've been looking around for something in Adelaide,

so you don't even have to go anywhere.

And I've got the inside on a job.

Listen, I don't want you rushing into things or taking any risks.

Hey, you just got out. Just enjoy it.

THELMA: What do you think it means to be a parent, Brenden?

What do you want for your son?

Don't you want to protect him?

MAN: Turn the fuck around.

- (GUNSHOTS) - (MAN CRIES OUT)

What the fuck happened, mate?

We fucked up, that's what fuckin' happened!

- Get in, mate, get in, get in! - (GUNSHOT)

- You OK? - Bren, he got fuckin' Tayles!

Yeah, he got my leg, mate. It's fucking cactus!

Yeah, he got my leg, mate. It's fucking cactus!

Fuck off!

GLENN: You gotta go to Brenden's

and tell them they've got my pager.

TAYLOR: Jesus, how the fuck did that happen?

GLENN: No, no, no, don't fuckin' waste my time!

- Police, don't move! - Don't move!

LILY: What the fuck?! My baby's in there!

That's not him! It's not him!

(POWERFUL DRUM BEAT)

(ENGINE REVS)

Ahhh! Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

(ALT ROCK/BLUES MUSIC)

Come on!

Come on, car, let's fuckin' go!

Ahhh!

(SIREN PULSES)

? I got a meth lab Zoso sticker Rolled up in my pocket ?

? I got a meth lab Zoso sticker Rolled up in my pocket ?

? Got a 7-inch trigger finger ?

- (SIREN PULSES) - Oh, fuck! Fuck!

? Got a one way pile-driver Nowhere left to use it ?

? I'm a Supercharged Freedom Fighter ?

? And I'm givin' it all ?

? I gotta candy stick Peacemaker ?

TAYLOR: Fuck off!

Mate, I just got out.

Congrats on your release!

Thanks, mate. What have I done?

We've got some questions for you.

TAYLOR: Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Can you fuckin' believe this?

Same day I get out.

FLINT: Come on.

- Do you wanna... - It's alright.

Shall we... just straight in? Oh!

Fuckin' dickhead.

- Fuckin' hell! - QUILTY: Watch your fingers.

(WHISPERS) Mate.

- Thanks, mate, ta. - FLINT: Hey.

No smoking!

Can you believe that? Fuck's sake.

No smokin'! What's next?

(DOOR SHUTS)

I'd prefer that, actually.

You can just listen.

That's you.

Three years ago.

No, no.

PORTER: In Adelaide.

Two days after the robbery.

Yeah, mate. I was arrested for breaking parole.

That was... That was the arrest.

And the gunshot in the leg?

On the job?

The leg's cactus

'cause I fucked it during a prison break.

Everybody knows that.

Wesley, one look at your leg

and I can see a bullet's been through it.

I've never been inside that shop in my life.

Right.

So you were just in Adelaide visiting friends?

Mm.

PORTER: Hm.

Brenden Abbott and Glenn Salmon.

Don't know those names.

Three years back in prison.

Glenn didn't visit you once.

So what?

PORTER: So what? I mean...

I'm trying to figure out

what it is that you get from covering for them.

Is that it?

Are we done?

- Got company. I'm expected. - PORTER: Who's that?

Your pen pal, Lily?

"Can't wait to see you in the flesh."

You can go.

You should take my direct line and the duty sergeant's number.

You can call.

Anytime.

(SNIFFS)

? Dum dum dum dum dum ?

? Dum dum dum dum dum ?

? Dum dum dum dum dum dum ?

? Dum dum dum dum dum Dum dum dum ?

- (DOOR OPENS) - ? Dum dum dum dum dum ?

- ? Dum dum dum dum ? - (DOOR CLOSES)

? Dum dum dum dum dum dum ?

? I'm a dead man walking ?

(WHISTLING SOLO)

? Bang, bang ?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

? There's too many guns In this town ?

? Way too many sons

? In this town ?

? I don't wanna stop Or turn around ?

? 'Cause there's too many guns In this town ?

? I'm a dead man walking ?

(WHISTLING SOLO)

(MEN YELL INDISTINCTLY)

(ENGINE REVS)

- Whoo! - Fuck, yeah!

- Go, my brother! - Go, brother!

- Go, boy! - (MEN CHEER)

Let's go!

(MAN YELLS INDISTINCTLY)

The fuckin' bastard!

(LAUGHS)

Hey, this is fun, isn't it?

Fuckin' oath, brother!

Spin it, cunt! Spin it, you cunt!

You fuckin' beauty!

- Go, mate! - Go, mate.

Hip, hip, whoo-hoo!

Fuckin' hell, mate.

- Dad. - Go for it!

(MEN YELL AND WHOOP)

(LAUGHS)

Fuck, that was great!

(MEN YELL AND WHOOP)

NEV: Hey, how'd she go?

Nah, she's fuckin' cooked, mate. What about you fellas?

Yeah, we shredded these fuckin' tyres, didn't we, Nip?

Lucky for you guys, I've got a brand-new set for youse.

Out the front.

Out the front.

Nah, I can't accept that, Pete. I'm skint, mate.

Well, it's not a loan, mate.

It's a gift.

Oi!

Get on it!

Go on.

I need a good mechanic.

I was thinking we could do a bit of an exchange.

You know, I'll give you parts and you help me out.

What do you reckon?

OK.

He's a good kid, that boy.

Yeah.

He's my best mate.

So this is where you been fuckin' hiding yourself, hey?

- TAYLOR: Yeah. Yeah. - (GLENN LAUGHS)

GLENN: I thought you'd be at the airport.

I thought I said not to come.

I'll give little Nip a hand, eh?

Yeah.

Hey, mate.

Excuse us, Limpy.

TAYLOR: Oh, is that it? I'll excuse you.

TAYLOR: Oh, is that it? I'll excuse you.

Yeah, I'll give you a fuckin' minute.

Yeah, excuse us, mate.

I told you there's nothing here for you.

Not with him.

Nah, you owe the guy, Bren, alright? He did time.

And he only got nipped

'cause the fuckin' doggies thought he was you.

He was doing us a fuckin' favour, mate.

I told him to go to your house

and he did three more fuckin' years for it.

Yeah, well, it doesn't matter, 'cause I'm clean in this state

and it's staying this way, so there's no point

you fuckin' being here, brother.

Just get back to Adelaide and wait for me there.

I might have something for us.

Then what?

Huh?

Come on, Bren.

One big job, debt's paid,

everyone's fuckin' happy, mate.

Everyone's sweet. Everyone will be sweet.

- Debt's paid. Everyone's happy. - Mate, no...

- Everyone's happy. - I don't...

Big smile on the face of Bren, big smile.

Smiling. The big boy's here, smiling.

Not around here, mate.

GLENN: Fuck, it stinks in here.

Is that the only set of clothes you've got?

(TAYLOR POPS LIPS)

(TAYLOR POPS LIPS)

Mate, do you have to keep making that fuckin' noise?

What noise?

Like that... (POPS LIPS)

- What, this, like, that... - Fuck!

- (POPS LIPS) That noise? - Shut up.

- Shut up! Just fuckin'... - Is that what's annoying you?

TAYLOR: The... (POPS LIPS)

(TAYLOR POPS LIPS)

(PHONE RINGS)

- Hello? - GLENN ON PHONE: Mum, it's me.

Hey, where are you?

Yeah, I'm up in the Pilbara.

- Got myself a mining job. - (TAYLOR POPS LIPS)

Fly in and out sort of deal, you know?

(TAYLOR POPS LIPS)

Why don't you pull the other one, mate?

It's got bells on.

GLENN: What one? The third leg?

- (LAUGHS) - (GLENN LAUGHS) Yeah, nah.

No, serious.

- I'm up in Tom Price. - (TAYLOR POPS LIPS)

It's... it's just a trial, but I got it through a mate of mine.

- (TAYLOR POPS LIPS) - It's good money too.

You're not with him, are you?

Oh, Mum, for fuck's sake.

I haven't seen Brenden in years thanks to you.

Why can't you just be happy for me?

- (POPS LIPS) - THELMA: OK. Alright. Yeah.

- (POPS LIPS) - THELMA: OK. Alright. Yeah.

- I'm happy for you, Glenny. - (CAR DOOR CLOSES)

I'm really proud you got a job.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

GLENN: Thanks, Mum.

THELMA: Oh, Christ, it's Jackie Lewis.

What the fuck does she want?

Hey, I better go, but you call me back later, OK?

- Yeah, righto. - (TAYLOR POPS LIPS)

(GLENN PUTS RECEIVER DOWN)

(POPS LIPS)

There's nothing in that fuckin' head of yours, is there?

Fuck!

I don't know how you can do that all day.

(BANGING DOOR) Hello?

Oh, hi, Thelma.

Sorry, I did call, but I guess I don't have your number anymore.

Yeah, I changed the number a couple of times

to stop any unwanted calls.

I guess you get a lot of those with Brenden's face

plastered all over the news all the time.

Mm-hm.

JACKIE: Hmm.

Look, I'm on my lunch break, so I'm not gonna come in.

Oh, that's good, 'cause I'm not inviting you.

OK. Alright. (CHUCKLES) Um...

I, um, I need you to pass on a message to Brenden from me.

I, um, I need you to pass on a message to Brenden from me.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, you'll pass on a message to Brenden?

Why the fuck would I want to do that?

Because your son is still contacting me.

Someone's told him where I'm working.

I figure that's you.

Someone also must have told him

that I'm not married anymore,

which I consider an invasion of privacy.

Oh, well, if someone's keeping tabs on you, Jackie,

it's got nothing to do with me.

Just tell Brenden to leave me alone.

I don't want to hear from him anymore.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

- Hey! - JACKIE: What?

THELMA: I've got no idea where Brenden is,

and I wouldn't even know how to contact him,

so you can shove that up your arse

along with your fuckin' broomstick!

(JACKIE SCOFFS)

(DOG BARKS)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(FRONT DOOR OPENS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(FRONT DOOR CLOSES)

- Fuckin' stinks in here. - (TOILET FLUSHES)

Yeah, no, I've shut all the windows.

Where's Wesley?

Yeah, I don't know, something's died

- and crawled up his arse. - (BATHROOM DOOR OPENS)

TAYLOR: Mate, how... how can it die and still fuckin' crawl?

GLENN: I don't know. Maybe you fuckin' put it up there.

TAYLOR: You fuckin' genius.

My arse, it doesn't make any sense.

Abbott.

My brother reckons that I owe you, mate.

Does he? Is that right?

- TAYLOR: Hey? - What are you talking about?

TAYLOR: Oh, no, hey...

You know what they do

to racehorses with gimpy legs,

don't you, mate?

They're useless, aren't they, so they...

I mean, they fuckin' put 'em down.

- I'm... I'm good. I'm good. - BRENDEN: Yeah?

- I'm... I'm good. I'm good. - BRENDEN: Yeah?

Yeah, don't be fuckin'...

BRENDEN: Oi, we're fuckin' on for tomorrow.

Oh, yeah, where?

Just down the road.

Any one time, branch has three fuckin' tellers on duty.

Bank manager's name's Gavin.

He's as scary as he fuckin' sounds.

(BOTH LAUGH)

(INSISTENT MUSIC)

BRENDEN: Six cameras, right?

Vault, back right of the counter.

Doors open at 9:30.

ArmaTruck arrives at 8:50.

Let in by our mate, Gavin.

Staff arrive no later than 9:00.

Meantime, you'll be out there parking the getaway vehicle,

and as soon as you see Gavin wave off the ArmaTruck boys,

radio me, grab him,

fuckin' march him inside.

fuckin' march him inside.

Meanwhile, we'll be fuckin' coming in from the roof,

straight down into the back room,

and we'll have everybody munching fuckin' carpet.

- Yeah? - GLENN: Yeah.

- We good? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

BRENDEN: Yeah? We good?

And after this, I don't owe you anymore, Wes.

Don't fuck this up.

Yeah. You good, Wes? Huh?

Oh! Yeah, fuckin' guess so.

Guess so? What does... What does that mean?

TAYLOR: Well, no, it's...

Look, just the name.

You know, Federal... (SQUEAKS) Bank.

- What about...

- (GLENN LAUGHS) TAYLOR: Well, you know the old...

(SQUEAKY VOICE) Bank! Bank! Bank! Bank!

Hey, look, there's the old saying, you know,

you do a Federal, you get nabbed by the Feds.

No, no, Best Bank's better, Best Bank's different.

It's in the name, it's as good as the best banks in the world.

I'll tell you what's better... (SQUEAKY VOICE) Best Bank!

(GLENN AND BRENDEN LAUGH)

GLENN: No, I'll tell you what,

I think he's shut down his brain in there.

I think he's shut down his brain in there.

He's been making this sound... (POPS LIPS)

I was fuckin'... I was on the phone to Mum.

I was on the phone to Mum and he was making this fuckin' sound.

You didn't fuckin' tell her you were with me, did you?

No, no fuckin' ways, mate.

BRENDEN: What'd she want?

Well, no, I-I-I don't know,

but guess who came to visit when I was on the phone.

- Who? - Jackie.

Oh, what'd she want?

Oh, I don't know. I had to get off the phone.

What does Jackie always want from you, hey?

Fuckin'... (LAUGHS)

Fuckin' good to see you, boy.

You're fuckin' a bit fat now, aren't ya?

(SIREN WAILS)

(INTENSE MUSIC)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

- Ah, thank you. - No worries.

STRINGER: Heard from the minister's office?

Jackie, minister's office, have we...

JACKIE: Uh, no, sorry, um,

he's still in a meeting with the Lands Trust, so...

How many bloody sacred sites can there be?

How many bloody sacred sites can there be?

It's gonna be too late by the time they've finished.

Um, did you, sorry...

(PEN SCRIBBLES)

- JACKIE: Grant? - Mm.

Did you get a chance to put that word in for me with Carl?

Oh, um...

..it's just a bit of a tricky time

at the moment, do you know what I mean?

- Right. - Do you understand?

I...

Yeah, I understand, so...

(PHONE RINGS)

Stringer.

Mate, your ears must be burning.

My girl's just handed me your fax.

Ja... Jackie, could you close the door? Thank you.

Uh, no, mate, no, we're all good on this end.

(DOOR OPENS)

BRENDEN ON WALKIE-TALKIE: How many tellers?

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS)

Yeah, that's the last one.

(SIGHS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Fuck.

(WHISPERS) Oi, Brenden, what's your star sign?

Hm?

TAYLOR: Zodiac, horoscopes, that shit.

- Taurus. - That's the bull, isn't it?

Yeah, that's... That makes sense, yeah.

Well, just, you know,

thinking in terms of all that, um...

..compatibility stuff, what's that compatible with?

Wouldn't have a fuckin' clue, mate.

(WHISPERS) Yeah, just 'cause, um...

Well, you know, Lily, um,

she loves all that stuff, doesn't she?

You know, yeah, well, most... most ladies do.

With compatibility,

I'm a Pisces.

And that's a water-based thing.

Yeah, my fist would be compatible with your face.

Yeah, my fist would be compatible with your face.

You know? Shut up.

Yeah, righto, mate.

Just making conversation.

You know, just a bit...

Feeling a bit toey, you know?

Glenny.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hang on, they're coming now, boys.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

GLENN: They're gone.

(WHISPERS) What am I gonna do with this?

You can drink it.

Are you serious?

Well, we can't have DNA, can we?

What's DNA?

- FEMALE TELLER: One? - Yep.

FEMALE TELLER: How was your night out, by the way?

My friend got a little too drunk.

FEMALE TELLER: Oh, no! (LAUGHS)

MALE TELLER: But it was a fun night out.

- FEMALE TELLER: Oh, good. - MALE TELLER: Yeah.

FEMALE TELLER: Better than my night out, you know?

Sat at home watching telly. (LAUGHS)

I was wondering what Gav's meeting was about.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

GLENN: Shh, shh, nice and easy, mate.

Shh!

Hands in the fuckin' air!

Everybody down on the floor!

Get the fuck down! Get down!

Hey, hey!

Get on the floor! Get down!

(YELLING AND SCREAMING)

Oi, everybody, calm! Calm!

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

- How long's the timer, Gav? - GAVIN: Five minutes.

Don't fuckin' lie to me, mate.

How long's the timer, Gav?!

How long's the timer, Gav?!

How long is the fuckin' timer, Gav?

Two. Two, two minutes.

No, how long's the fuckin' timer, Gav?

- Two minutes. - What did you say, five?

- How long's the timer, Gav?

- Two, two! How long's the fuckin' time again?

It's fucking two!

Don't fuckin' lie to me, mate!

(TELLER WHIMPERS)

Keep your fuckin' eyes on 'em, boys.

Keep your fuckin' eyes on 'em.

You fuckin' stay right there.

BRENDEN: Move, Gav, you fuckin' slow old cunt!

Don't fuckin' move, guys.

Nobody be a fuckin' hero, we'll be right.

Come on, five me, alright?

I'll give you a hundred.

I'll give you a hundred for a high-five.

(KEYPAD BLEEPS)

Fuckin' hurry up.

- I'm going, I'm going. - You're fuckin' not going fast.

(WHIMPERING)

(KEYPAD BLEEPS)

- GAVIN: Now we gotta wait. - Yeah?

(GAVIN BREATHES DEEPLY)

BRENDEN: Deep breaths, Gavin.

In through the nose, out through the mouth.

Deep breaths, yeah?

You're quite a big fella, aren't you?

- (LAUGHS NERVOUSLY) - Hey, how tall are you, mate?

About 6'2", I suppose.

- BRENDEN: 6'2"? - Yeah.

Fuck, I thought you would have been fuckin' taller than that.

Old Big Gav, eh?

Hurry the fuck up in there, Gav!

Come on, mate, let's fuckin' go!

(WHISTLES)

(TENSE MUSIC)

- (WHISTLES) - Let's fuckin' go!

Oh, come on, mate, fuck, surely that's two minutes.

Fuck, come on.

Open her up.

Righto. Get in.

Open her up.

Money in the bags.

Very simple, mate. Fuckin' move fast.

Come on, come on. Quick, quick, quick.

We don't care about the fuckin' coins, Gav!

Fuckin' hurry up, mate!

(TAPS SHELF) This, Gav? In the fuckin' bag.

It's not fuckin' rocket science, mate.

Get it in the fuckin' bag.

Don't worry about the coins.

Just get the cash and fuckin' move.

We call you Big Gav!

Now fuckin' move, Big Gav!

Come on, cunt!

How good's this gonna be?

Come on.

Come on, Gav. Well done.

Well done. That's bloody beautiful.

Good work. Well, good on you.

Fuckin' get on the floor.

Fuckin' get on the floor.

You'll have a fuckin' story for your grandkids.

- Get the fuckin' bags. - (WOMAN SCREAMS)

Move!

Fuckin' move, move!

(INTENSE MUSIC)

(DOOR CLOSES)

BRENDEN: It's a fuckin' clearway.

(BLEEPING)

GLENN: How was I supposed to fuckin' know, Bren?

It's on the fuckin' sign, dickhead.

TAYLOR: I don't know.

BRENDEN: Come here, come here.

- GLENN: Fuck. - Put it here.

- Shit. - (SIREN PULSES)

BRENDEN: Fuckin' don't. Don't shoot.

- Don't fuckin' shoot! - (SIREN BLARES)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

- Fuckin' move! - Move!

Move, move, move!

- Oi! - Go, get in there!

- Move! Just move! - Stop!

- (GUNSHOT) - (COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYS)

(INDISTINCT YELLING)

Fuckin' door!

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYS)

- Move! - Go!

MAN: Hang on, this...

Fuckin' go! Go, go, go, go!

Fuckin' go! Go, go, go, go!

(INDISTINCT YELLING)

WOMAN: Fuckin' pigs!

? We're the boys from the bush ?

? And we're back in town ?

BRENDEN: Come on! Let's go! Just run!

? Well, the dog's in the back And the foot goes down ?

Fuckin' get in!

? We're like members Of the Outback Club ?

Get in the fuckin' car!

- Hurry up! - (GUNSHOT)

? We're the boys from the bush Come in from the scrub ?

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

- (COUNTRY MUSIC CONTINUES) - Go!

- (GUNSHOTS) - ? We've been out in the heat ?

TAYLOR: Fuck!

Whew! Whew!

(SIREN BLARES)

Fuck.

GLENN: What the fuck, man? The fuckin', fuckin' gun!

Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the fuck are you doing, man?

Just fuckin' drive the fuckin'...

Shh.

(SIRENS BLARE)

There's cops. There's fuckin' cops.

Just shut the fuck up.

(SIRENS BLARE)

Eight times five.

Eight times five.

What's eight times five?

Mate, it's, like...

Four. 40.

40 and a hundred.

Hundred... hundred and 40.

- 40 grand. - BRENDEN: 50-50-40.

TAYLOR: For once.

And, um...

Uh, listen, Bren, you know,

because of the getaway and everything...

Oh! That's on me. I should have...

BRENDEN: You think?

That's twice you nearly got me killed.

Mum was right, wasn't she?

Should have been a bricklayer, 'cause you're shithouse at this.

Well, what I was gonna say is, you know,

because of that, you should just...

You should probably take my cut.

BRENDEN: You know what you are in this family?

You're the runt of the litter.

Here.

You keep your cut.

So you can...

I fuckin' see Mum all the fuckin' time, cunt!

Sit the fuck down.

Sit down, cunt. Sit down.

Fuck off, cunt.

- (GLENN GROANS) - We're done.

(INDISTINCT RADIO BROADCAST)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(LILY SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(LILY SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

Ready? What do we do?

We stop?

Yup?

JAMES: Yeah!

LILY: What do we do? Ready?

(JAMES SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(LILY LAUGHS) I'll race you. Come on!

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(PHONE RINGS)

Hodge.

PORTER ON PHONE: Bruce. Porter.

Have you got me on speed dial or something?

Yeah, something like that.

You know these are our boys, right?

We're still putting it together.

We're still putting it together.

My backyard, remember?

PORTER: Of course.

Look, you need to get your eyes and ears

on Lily Grainger.

Wesley Taylor's been sending her

some beautifully shithouse poetry from prison.

Now he's out and he's done this job

with Abbott and Costello in Adelaide.

The last time I listened to you,

we had a full tactical team breaking down doors

to catch Taylor on some pissant parole breach.

Taylor's gonna go and pay Abbott's ex a visit,

or even better, Abbott's gonna go and see his kid.

You need to get your TI warrant from the judge.

Right after I get my restraining order on you.

- OFFICER: Porter again? - Always Porter.

(SIGHS)

(PUTS RECEIVER DOWN)

(SIGHS)

(LIFT BELL TINGS)

(DOORS SLIDE OPEN)

Excuse me.

Hi.

- Hello.

I moved your three o'clock to, um,

after the cost report meeting.

So I guess we'll be working late, then?

Um...

Yeah, probably a little bit late.

STRINGER: OK.

I've, uh...

..already told Sarah I'll be working back tonight, so...

..if we...

..finish in time...

Go.

STRINGER: OK.

STRINGER: OK.

(WISTFUL MUSIC)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

JACKIE: I don't need any of that.

Oh, my God!

(HEAVY BREATHING)

BRENDEN: Oh, fuck!

I gotta slow, I gotta slow down.

I gotta slow down. I gotta slow...

- I gotta stop. I gotta stop. - No.

- I gotta stop. I gotta... - No, no.

Ohhh!

(BRENDEN GRUNTS)

Arggh!

Arggh!

- (JACKIE LAUGHS) - That fuckin' noise!

I told you.

JACKIE: My turn.

Hey, your turn?

(LAUGHS)

- JACKIE: Hey. No, no, no. - BRENDEN: Isn't it my wish?

JACKIE: No, no, no. It's my eyelash. It's my wish.

- BRENDEN: Righto. - JACKIE: Stop.

- BRENDEN: Go on, then. - (JACKIE BLOWS SOFTLY)

What was it?

JACKIE: No!

No, I'm not telling you.

Was it about me?

Oh, man, you are so full of it.

Was it about your boss?

What?

I saw his hand on you like it had been there before.

JACKIE: OK.

He's married.

He said he was gonna fast-track me into sales and acquisitions

He said he was gonna fast-track me into sales and acquisitions

and I was too good for typing and that he'd speak to Carl.

Do you reckon I'm an idiot?

No.

- I am. - No, you're not.

Yeah, I am and so are you. We're both...

BRENDEN: I don't know if I am.

Haven't you seen the front cover of 'The Borough'?

$4 million from the bank.

(JACKIE SIGHS)

Are you a little bit impressed?

(JACKIE GASPS)

I wished...

..that I could turn back time

and stop you from robbing Belmont.

That's what I wished for.

That's what I wished for.

Oh! (GRUNTS)

Whoa.

Oi, so... so Brenden does know about this?

GLENN: Yes, mate. For fuck's sake, just grab the crate. Fuck.

TAYLOR: Yeah, but why isn't he here, then?

Grab an end.

(GRUNTS) It's a bit heavy, mate. What's in it?

Car parts.

(TAYLOR LAUGHS)

Yeah, right.

TAYLOR: Oh!

Oh!

Hold on.

You got that one yourself?

So what does Brenden think you're gonna do with him?

So what does Brenden think you're gonna do with him?

I'm starting my own operation in Perth.

TAYLOR: Oh, yeah?

No more flying in and out to be a shitkicker.

That way me and Kel can afford to squeeze out a couple of kids.

TAYLOR: Yeah. (CHUCKLES) Yeah.

You know, mate,

he didn't mean what he said the other night, you know?

He was just being angry.

No, he doesn't fuckin' rate me.

He treats me like I've got brain damage.

Anyway, now he'll realise I'm not some sort of fuckin' joke.

I wouldn't give so much of a shit about what he thinks.

I wouldn't want to be Brenden, mate.

What, you wouldn't want to be the best bank robber

in the fuckin' world?

- Nah. - Yeah, righto, I believe you.

(TAYLOR LAUGHS)

He's had to leave his kid, his missus.

It's not...

It's not worth it, you know?

It's not... it's not fair on them either.

What's it to you, mate?

Nothing, cunt.

- (GLENN LAUGHS) - Just feel for him.

Fuck! (LAUGHS)

Fuckin' you were shitting your pants there, weren't you?

(GLENN LAUGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

JACKIE: Hey.

Everyone's already left if you want to take my car.

Leave yours here.

Uh...

I should probably finish this,

to be honest, but, um, I'll see you tomorrow.

I thought... You don't want to...

Not tonight.

(PRESSES KEYS)

OK.

- Goodnight.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(TYRES SQUEAL)

(FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE)

(KEYS CLINK)

Nice wheels. STRINGER: Oi, jeez!

(BOTH LAUGH)

Thanks, mate. Yeah, it's, uh, inline six.

Sunroof, cruise control.

- I like it. - (CAR DOOR CLOSES)

You should have talked to Carl.

Say again?

You should have talked to Carl.

Who the fuck are you?

Jesus Christ.

You're Brenden Abbott.

(GRUNTS)

Get the fuck off me!

(STRINGER GROANS)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

Speak to Carl.

(GROANS)

(STRINGER GROANS)

(CLATTER)

(DOOR SQUEAKS)

(CLATTER CONTINUES)

(THELMA BREATHES UNEVENLY)

(CLINKING)

(THELMA SIGHS)

Boo.

Don't make much of a burglar, do you?

BRENDEN: Good to see you.

You been bashing up rocks again?

I've been bashing bloody brick walls.

How stupid are you?

Why are you here, risking everything for her?

No, I wouldn't expect you to bloody understand.

I wish you would understand it.

All she does is use you.

She never loved you.

- Bullshit, Mum. - It's not!

If I hadn't done Belmont, she would have married me.

I was knocked up at 15, married at 16.

Look at me.

You're alright.

No, I'm not.

You think marriage fixes everything?

It's horseshit.

Look at you, you got a kid with Lily,

you never see them.

Mum, staying with them is how I get caught.

I thought going to Perth to find Jackie's how you get caught.

You gotta use your head.

- Use your fuckin' head! - I am using my head.

I don't want to be the one that says you can't stay here,

but if that means cops turn up at my door,

you can't sleep here.

(STRINGER COUGHS)

STRINGER: Oh. Oh, fuck.

- What happened? - Piss off, Jackie.

What hap...

Fuck off, Jackie.

- Are you OK? Can... can... - Fuck off!

- Are you OK? Can... can... - Fuck off!

Just fuck off!

(CAR APPROACHES)

(CAR ENGINE STOPS)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Is Glenn asleep?

He's not here.

He's in Adelaide.

He got stuck there. He'll be back tomorrow.

Can I crash here tonight?

Mm. The couch is all yours.

He tell you about the job?

He reckons we're rolling in it.

What?

Yeah, he nearly got us killed.

He's fuckin' loose, Kel.

I had to cut him off.

You think I'm dating some kind of moron?

I'm not having a go at you.

You've always looked down your nose at Glenn.

We're not all stuck up like Jackie.

She never thought that you were good enough for her

and that's why she fucked you off.

You know that.

I'd never do that.

Not to you.

(DOOR OPENS)

(BEEPING)

(MEN YELL INDISTINCTLY)

You can fuck off now, mate.

GLENN: You have a good day too.

(SPITS)

(PHONE RINGS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Grant Stringer's office, can I help you?

BRENDEN ON PHONE: I'm taking you for dinner tonight.

You are a fuckin' monster, do you know that?

What are you talking about?

JACKIE: I am talking about how you fucked up my boss's face

and how you are fuckin' up my life.

No, Jackie.

Jackie, I just wanted you to get that promotion.

That's... That's all I wanted.

Yeah, well, I didn't get promoted, Brenden.

I got fucking fired.

Fuck, well, I didn't want that, did I?

Jack, hey, if... if there's anything that you fuckin' need,

you know I'll... I'll do... I'll do anything for you.

If you need money, I'll give you fuckin' money, I'll...

The only thing, the only thing that I need from you, Brenden,

is to stay the fuck away from me.

Do not contact me.

Ever. Do you understand?

BRENDEN: Please don't hang up.

No, fuck, you don't...

No, fuck, you don't...

Jack, please don't fuckin' hang up on me.

- I better go. - No, no, no...

The police are here, so I should probably, um... (SNIFFLES)

BRENDEN: Please. I love you.

Yeah, I love you too.

'Bye.

BRENDEN: I love you...

(PUTS RECEIVER DOWN)

Just my mum.

Fuck!

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

PORTER ON PHONE: Look, Jackie, I won't keep you.

Just a few follow-up questions

involving an incident with your boss

that came across my desk at Armed Robbery.

JACKIE ON PHONE: Um, yep, I'm... (CLEARS THROAT)

..hap-happy to help if I can.

..hap-happy to help if I can.

DUNNE: Oi, boss.

Did you speak to Jackie Lewis?

Yeah, uh, she's sticking by her statement.

Claims she hasn't seen Abbott.

Maybe she's telling the truth.

No, I know he's here.

PORTER ON TAPE: You know, I've often thought about the courage

it must have taken to give up your childhood sweetheart...

(TAPE RECORDER WHIRRS)

JACKIE ON TAPE: ..hap-happy to help if I can.

PORTER ON TAPE: So Mr Stringer was violently assaulted

and yet the perpetrator left behind keys

to a '94 BMW 7 Series,

not to mention a wallet with credit cards and cash in it.

Strange, no?

JACKIE ON TAPE: I'd... Maybe he was...

..disturbed.

(SOMBRE SYNTH MUSIC)

? We sit by the side ?

? And observe all the animals ?

? And observe all the animals ?

? I try not to laugh ?

? 'Cause I know It's the end of us ?

? Queen dies in her sleep ?

We're closed.

? There's no time King must not weep ?

Fuck's sake.

? We look at our phone ?

Just so you know...

? Every morning ?

..I love my brother.

? Battery is dead ?

Me too.

? Kiss the sky ?

? Tear in your eye ?

? Tear in your eye ?

(KELLY GRUNTS)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(KELLY GRUNTS)

(DARK ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

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