Original subtitles

Thou shall never go to Coober Pedy.

Ringer reckoned it's full of opal fever,

venereal diseases, and my dad.

Ringer reckoned these mob keep a lot of secrets too.

But the clever ones know how to hide it.

Just like they hide them bodies.

What's another one?

Who was driving?

Don't know.

It's enough to put you off your lunch.

We stop plenty of cars, Trace.

I don't remember all of them.

What are you going to say when you see him?

Hey Steve, I'm your daughter.

Just broke out of custody and killed a man.

Nice to meet you.

Well, I think you can leave that bit out.

I'm hungry.

You hungry?

- You like Chinese food? - Don't know.

Well, there's a Chinese joint over there - Steve's.

Steve's?

Yeah, like yellowish sign - right there.

Steve's... Chinese.

S-T-E-V-E.

Steve's Chinese!

Steve's Chinese!

Wait, hang on. What? Are you Chinese?

No, I don't know.

How do I look?

Come on, quick.

Yeah.

- Scotch, double. - Hey hey...

- That bad, hey? - Worse.

- She burnt my taxi. - Oh mate! On the house.

Oh yeah. Great. I'll get a Fanta, thanks.

Ha, not you. 80 cents.

I'll be back.

Hey, um, hey, do you think maybe I should,

maybe I should come with you?

Look after this.

Oh fuck me dead. Mate, can you chuck us a roll?

Mate?

Robyn!?

Robyn, are you in here?

Oh fuck!

Where's my money?

- Burned it. - Burned it?

And why would you do that?

'Cause I know where that money comes from.

Hey...

That was a very foolish thing to do.

I'll work for it. That's what you want, hey?

I'll work for it.

Take off your clothes.

Why?

No one's going to want you looking like that, are they?

Dad...

Look, I, I just, I came to say that I...

I appreciate what you're - coming all this way to--

You look like a woman.

This, this is how I dress now.

It's that girl, isn't it -

the one you've been running around with?

Where is she?

No, I, I don't know, why?

Well, because she stole something

that doesn't belong to her, and I've come to get it back.

Well, well, I mean, you know, we're...

We're not together anymore.

So...

A girl like that. Nothing but trouble.

No, she isn't.

The woman you're with... There's the trouble.

I know Robyn doesn't like her.

Son...

You're not a gin burglar now, are ya?

Take that back.

That's the look your mother used to give me.

You bugger!

Okay. Okay. Move out of the way, mate.

Out of the way. Break it up. Oi!

Come on. Get up. Get up, gentlemen.

Get up and get out!

Piss off!

Hey, my friend's still in there.

Out!

I'd listen to her.

Come on...

You simmer down there, hey?

Scotch - top shelf.

I know just the fella for you.

Oh, great!

What about the Chinese restaurant?

What about it?

Maybe he's there.

Fuck me dead!

Alright...

Come on.

Yeah, have you seen this girl?

Ah, we don't serve minors in here, mate.

So you got a menu?

- Kitchen's closed. - Oh, for fuck sake!

Good evening, this is ABC News.

I'm Richard Benson.

Tonight, Elizabeth II has announced that her eldest son,

Prince Charles, is engaged to be married--

Here's a song.

This is all about a mechanical harvester,

or a header, whatever you like to call them.

They're used for harvesting wheat and soy,

things like that.

Years ago the word for a harvester, headers,

was called a thrashing machine,

and they were driven by steam.

This is all about a steam driven thrashing machine.

♪ Now I found in Queensland when I was a boy ♪

♪ A cotton of Rosie was my pride and joy ♪

- Oh fuck!

♪ Now Rosie was pretty and yet seventeen ♪

♪ When I showed her the works of my thrashing machine ♪

♪ Thrashing machine thrashing machine ♪

♪ When I showed her the works of my thrashing machine ♪

♪ Now Rosie, she says she's a much travelled girl ♪

♪ Been places seen faces all over the world... ♪

He's not here.

Pick a bloke. Off you go.

Touch my arse.

- Oh, where have you been? - Just do it!

What? No. Why?

I'm not comfortable doing that.

Shhh! Look over there.

Shit.

Can't I just like... hold your hand?

Oh, fine.

What are you doing here?

What the fuck are you doing here?

You look really beautiful.

- I look fucked. - No!

- Hey, who owns this place? - My mum.

- Where is she? - She's cooking.

Why's it called Steve's?

He's my dad.

Where is he?

Dunno...

I've been thinking,

you don't want this old truck, worn out, no tread.

Come on. You want a nice young one.

Fresh off the production line.

Ah, nah, nah, I mean, what's wrong with old?

You know, vintage.

I mean, I'm a, I'm a classics kind of a guy.

Mate, I found you a girl.

There...

Ah no, no... Let Gidge have her.

- Gidge? - Yeah.

Is that your son?

- Yeah. - Is he wearing my clothes?

Oh, that explains it.

I'm going to fucking kill the fucking pair of them.

Wait, wait! I've got your money.

Excuse me. - Wait! What are you doing?

- Hi. - What?

This is Robyn. She's also Steve's daughter.

That makes you sisters.

Jesus! Another one.

You should like hug or something.

That fuckhead never mentioned you. You sure?

Yes. Steve Sanders. He was a jockey, right?

- Hm-mm. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We've got his trophy from here in Coober Pedy,

and we can go and we can...

Aah...

I left the trophy in the bag and I left the bag in the pub.

Sorry. My dad was in there. It was weird.

We got into a fight.

I punched him in the face. It was really, really weird.

What do you want? That cockhead's long gone.

Where is he now? - No idea.

If you do see him, cut his ball bags off.

You want a cut?

No. No. It's, it's not your money I want, Maxine.

Fine.

- Okay, let's go. - Beauty.

Good evening. How's the feed?

Evening, detectives.

You're in luck. She's over there.

Robyn!

Don't do anything dumb, alright?

Detective Wills, this is Senior Detective Burke.

I want to ask you some questions.

We didn't kill him.

Come on in. Home sweet home.

Well, I like what you've done to the place.

You didn't need to go to so much effort, Robert.

Oh, you know. Ah, would you like a drink?

- Ha, the good stuff. - Yep.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Ugh.

Where's my money?

It's safe.

Yeah, money first and then we'll...

No, no, no, no, you're not going to fool me again.

Oh come on, Robert. Don't you trust me?

I just think it's better this way.

How do I know you've got it?

Ooh...

Alright, let's get on with it.

Right...

Oh stop, stop, stop...

I want...

I want you to undress me.

I just want to...

I just want to kiss every inch of your body.

Does it feel good?

You know what'd really get me going?

- Yeah, what? - My money.

Oh, let's not talk about money.

Okay...

You can grab my tits. You can slap my arse.

You can ride me like a donkey. You can choke me.

- What? - Just hurry the fuck up!

What?

Oh, fuck me dead.

Like any other bloke - get in, get out - come on!

Jesus! Put a bit of fucking effort into it.

It doesn't feel very nice.

Alright, I know what will help.

Fuck!

Oh, there we go.

Oh, fuck me dead!

Oh, that was terrific.

How was it for you?

Hey! Hey, Maxine?

How was it?

Hey?

Maxine?

Maxine?

Maxine!

Oh, shit...

Seems this bloke's been doing this for a while.

You both had a very lucky escape.

Excuse me, miss er... - Kitchen's closed.

You're fucking with me. Oh, this is ridiculous.

Do you mind if I...

Jesus, Mick, we're at work.

What? I'm hungry.

My blood pressure drops if I don't eat, Trace.

Yes, Mick, I know.

Maybe you should talk to your doctor. But it's just one chip!

Well, you'll have to come with us

and make a proper statement.

Then we're going to have to take you back to Alice Springs.

What?

No, you can't. We're on a mission to find her dad.

I'm sorry, Robyn, but it's going to have to wait.

Don't move.

What's that, mate?

- I'll pull it. - Pull what, mate?

I've got a weapon.

- A weapon? - Yeah, it's a gun.

Put it away, mate.

- Don't talk. - Don't be a hero.

Get your hand out of your pants.

Get up, Robyn, let's go.

No, no, no, no. We are both going to get up

and we are going to walk out of here

and neither of youse are going to follow.

Pull your hand out of your pants and stop playing.

- I'm warning you. Come on!

3, 2, 1...

Trace, give us your gun.

What? No. Where's yours?

- I left it in the car. - Why'd you do that?

We were coming in for a feed, not a shoot out.

Hey, just... Don't do this, right?

Let's go, go, go!

That's unfortunate.

Oh, I didn't mean to do it. I'm really sorry.

Look, I, I, I know I haven't been, you know,

your most faithful servant, but, but I can do better.

It was an accident.

Oh, don't Iook at me like that.

Missionary or not.

Thou shalt never lie on your back with your legs spread.

Ringer reckoned the desert is drier

than a nun's you-know-what.

You can't just wash away your sins.