Son of a Gun (2014) - full transcript

(MAN COUGHING)

(BANGS GRILLE)

OFFICER: Open your mouth. Wider.

Turn your head to the side,
let's see behind your ear.

And then your other ear.

Anything in your pockets?

Empty it all out
and hand it over to me.

Right. I want all your gear off, place
it in this plastic bag.

OK, look at me.

Pop your hands right up,
let's see under your armpits.

Turn your hands the other way, wiggle
your fingers.



Foot down, other foot up.

Wiggle your toes.

I want you to drop down,
give us a big squat, and cough.

You ever been in prison before or been
locked up?

You have enemies

or anyone who might have a problem with
you in this place?

Good. Keep your nose clean.

Six months with time off,
you'll be out in three.

You want anyone
on your phone account?

- No.
- Family?

No.

Time for a fresh start, then.

OFFICER: Turn to the side.

Front.



Look at the camera.

OFFICER, OVER PA:
A and D, get what you need,

grilles shut in two minutes.

(OFFICER SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY OVER PA)

(DOOR BUZZES)

Open grilles B and D.

Come on, move.

(DISTANT SHOUTING)

INMATE: Rock'n'roll!

Alright. This is you.

Come on, in you go.

White in-house.

(WHISTLES)

(MAN CHORTLING)

(CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

(FOOTSTEPS)

Hey, boy.

Nowhere to fuckin' go,
mate, hey?

Come on, mate. Let's go.

Hey? Let's go.

Can't be that obvious.

What the fuck do you want?

Bad move.

What?

He's got you checkmate.

It's alright. What?

He's got you checkmate
in three moves.

Fuck off.

No, he hasn't.

Show me.

Well, your king opens up...

Whoa, whoa. What you doing?

I didn't tell you to sit down.
I said show me the move.

OK.

(CHUCKLES)

Checkmate.

(OTHERS CHUCKLE)

You fucker.

So what's all the staring about?

You taken a little shine to me?

I read about you.
You're the guy who...

Shut it!

I'm no-one.

You get it?
In here, we're all no-one.

- Right?
- Alright.

(DOOR OPENS)

And that includes them.

INMATE: Beat it. Go on.

(INMATE CHUCKLES)

(METALLIC SCRAPING)

What are you doing?

Whoa. Steady. Just trying
to be neighbourly. OK?

Fuck the neighbours.

That's not gonna help.

You got any better suggestions?

(DISTANT SHOUTING)

Didn't think so.

(METALLIC SCRAPING)

♪ SINISTER INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC ♪

(WATER SPLASHES)

Go on, hit me. You can hit me.

Fuckin' hit me!

(SHOUTING, COMMOTION)

(LOCK CLICKING)

White, get up.

(BASKETBALLS BOUNCING)

You obviously
didn't hear me the first time.

Keep your nose
out of other people's stuff.

(CHOKING, GURGLING)

Fuck.

- (CHOKES)
- Fuck.

Fuck.

(BLEEP!)

OFFICER: State your medical emergency.

Could you send
a guard in, please? Ben's dying.

He's bleeding everywhere.

Please hurry.
Send a guard in now.

(BEN GROANS, PANTS)

- Fuck. Fuck.
- (DOOR CLICKS)

OFFICER: Move away from him.

Hang on, mate.
Hang in there, buddy.

Call for a B Kit, mate.

Keep pressure on it, Denis.

(DOOR BUZZES)

(DOOR BUZZES)

See our little friend
didn't make it.

(DOOR BUZZES)

See ya round.

(DOOR BUZZES)

♪ TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC ♪

Whoa-ho-ho.

There you are.

Got a problem, have we?

Fuck off.

Fuck off!

Are your ears painted on?
You heard the man.

- Fuck off, chunk!
- Fuck you!

Take your fucking poodles
with you, you chunky cunt.

Merv, get in your cell.

Come here, sit down.

Sit down.

In game three of the most famous chess
tournament in history

between Bobby Fischer
and Boris Spassky,

Bobby played an opening move he'd never
played before.

Eh?

It means 'son of sorrow'.

If you commit to this,
there's no going back.

If you play this opening,

you're saying I'm not
interested in a draw.

A draw cannae help me.
This is all or nothing.

This is a fight to the death.'

Now, if you want
to take action...

then make it count.

No half measures.

'Cause unless you're
planning on fighting plaque,

this is not gonna stop Dave
and his cronies.

Now, son,
I can sort this for you.

But then I'm gonna
need your help on the outside.

To do what?

What do you think?

I'm looking at 20 years
without parole in this shithole.

25, once I sort
your wee problem.

And what if I say no?

Well... Dave has
some very ugly friends.

Both inside
and outside of prison.

You might find you need

something more
than a toothbrush.

Go on. Think about it.

(CHESS PIECES CLUNKING)

Go on.

(CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INMATE SHOUTS MENACINGLY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

Get the fuck off me,
you fuckin'...!

(GRUNTS)

Get off him, cunt!

(GRUNTS)

Fuck off, Brendan.

This is none of
your fuckin' business.

Well, the business model's changed,
Dave.

(GROANS)

Go, go, go, go.

Just walk. Walk, walk, walk.

(DAVE GRUNTS)

Shut up, cunt!

- (THUD!)
- (INMATES EXCLAIM)

Go on.
Keep walking. Keep walking.

Come on. Keep walking.

Get in the cell. Go on.
Go, go, go, go.

(INDISTINCT OFFICER RADIO CHATTER)

No. No, I'm not happy.

I wanted blue
and white and red -

the colours of the bloody
Aussie flag, you dimwit.

We're not throwing
a Tupperware party.

She's our future State Premier.

Fuck!

Fucking loser.

You got something for me?

(MUTTERS ANGRILY)

(PING-PONG BALL BOUNCING)

Guys. Do you mind?

Sorry, boss.

He says you know the game.

You mean chess?

Which fucking game am I playing?
Monopoly?

(CHUCKLES)

What's my next move?

Pawn to king four.

Get the fuck outta here.

Yeah, he takes the bait,

then his knight's opened up
to your bishop. See?

Right.

The sacrificial lamb.

- Yeah.
- (CHUCKLES)

Josh, give him the suitcase.

Josh, suitcase.

This is where you're staying.
It's right on the beach.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

Da?

(DANCE MUSIC BLARES)

Look, I know it's been a while, but try
not to drool - it's not a good look.

- Faggot.
- What did you say?

What?
Did I just call you a faggot?

Sorry, mate,
I've got Tourette syndrome.

Yeah, it's a real problem. Faggot.

(WOMEN LAUGHING)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Tasha. Friend of Sam's.

I'm just going to use
your, uh, toilet.

It's just to the left.

(CROCKERY AND BOTTLES CLATTER)

Hey, do you want a beer?

I'm here to drop something off.

Still, no harm in a beer, right?

That's everything you need.

Cash, phone...

So, um, what's the plan?

Keep the phone charged,

and when it rings, answer it.

Someone will tell you
what to do.

(MUFFLED HAPPY HARDCORE BEATS IN DISTANCE)

You government?

- Sam sent me.
- Sam who?

Fucking no idea.
Little bald guy.

Sam.

(HAPPY HARDCORE BLARES)

Sit down here, mate.

You from around here?

Nah.

Don't need a room, do ya?

- Got one going here.
- Nah.

Pills?

Ecstasy.

You know that?

- Huh?
- You know what ecstasy is?

Yeah.

I don't have these.

I love this bit.

♪ Forever young ♪

♪ I want to be forever young ♪

♪ Do you really ♪
♪ want to live forever? ♪

♪ Forever ♪

♪ Whenever... ♪

- ♪ What do you have? ♪
- ♪ Forever young ♪

♪ I want to be ♪
♪ forever young... ♪

You'll like what I got.

Check that out.

Russian grenade.

Actually, no, give that back,
you'll blow us both up.

Right. Um... MP5K.

Special Forces.

M4. Infantry.

M60. Rambo Ill.

What's in there?

Oh, that's just for
my own personal use.

But seeing as you're asking...

RPG-7. For the invasion.

Alright, that lot'll
set you back 18 G's.

And I'll chuck in free training.

You want one?

Help you concentrate.

(GUNFIRE)

You see that wagon?

That's your target. I want you
to take that out with the M60.

Alright?
Short bursts.

(GUNFIRE)

It's a bit different when
you're shooting at real people.

Covering fire!

(GUNFIRE)

Come on!

(PHONE RINGING)

Fuck. Where is it?

Fucking phone...

Tasha?

BRENDAN: Hey, kid.
You're on for tomorrow.

Don't miss that flight.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, mate.
Where's the Scenic Flights?

Oh, just up there
to the left, mate.

Alright, thanks.

♪ TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC ♪

PILOT: Air traffic,
Fremantle Helicopter,

Kilo Echo Bravo, we'll be
conducting orbits around Fremantle.

- First time, kid?
- Uh-huh.

Me too.

Only kidding. Been doing this for 15
years without a hiccup.

- 1983...
- Oh, fuck.

We won the America's Cup...

For the first time in 123 years,
it ran outside of New York.

- Turn off the radio.
- What the fuck are you doing?

Turn off the radio
and put this into your GPS.

Settle down, kid.

- Do it. Just do it!
- Just stop there, man.

Hey, your old lady
still sucking cock?

I haven't eat'n your missus out for a
week.

Yeah?

(BOTH GRUNT)

Fuck's going on?

Open the yard door.

Open the fucking door,
or I'll pop him!

- Just open the door.
- Calm down.

I'll fucking pop him!
Do it!

- (DOOR BUZZES)
- Go, go, go!

(SHOUTING, COMMOTION)

- We have a hostage situation.
- (ALARM BLARES)

Get the fucking keys!

- Get the fucking keys!
- They're stuck!

I'm fucking trying!

Come on!
Get it open!

Come on.

Where is he?

- I'm gonna fucking...
- Where is he?

- He'll be here!
- Get down on the ground now!

You fucking stay where you are! Stay
where you fucking are!

Stay down, or I'll fucking
pop him. Don't do it!

Put the gun down!

Stay down!

Open up on them!

(GUNFIRE)

Back off!

(GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

MAN: Whoo!

♪ OMINOUS INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC ♪

MERV: Put him on
the fucking ground. Move!

- Come on!
- Get him down!

(LAUGHTER)

MERV: Let's go get a burger!

(ENGINE SPLUTTERS)

(ENGINE SPLUTTERS)

I'm assuming you chose this one for the
leather upholstery.

- (ENGINE SPLUTTERS)
- (LAUGHS)

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

(ENGINE SPLUTTERS)

(ENGINE REVS)

MERV: How's this
fucking thing...? Hey!

(EASY LISTENING MUSIC PLAYS ON STEREO)

MAN, ON RADIO: Minimise exposure to
the fumes.

In breaking news, the police have
released the identities

of three inmates who escaped
from the State's...

Here we are.

Maximum security prison earlier today.

Notorious armed robbers
Brendan Lynch and Craig Sterling

and convicted rapist
Mervyn Rider,

who was sentenced to ten years

for the rape
of a Perth schoolgirl...

- the daring prison break...
- Did you know about that?

Told me it was GBH.

STERLO: Fucking shitbag.

Here comes the fat fuck now.

Alright?

Yeah, I know that place.

Last time I bought
a takeaway there,

my mate found two big slugs
in his burger.

MERV: What, like garden slugs?

STERLO: Garden. Outhouse. Shithouse. How
could you tell?

- (MERV GRUNTS)
STERLO: Get up.

You shouldn't have lied to us.

(MERV COUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

You're on your own now.

Tell them anything useful,

someone will be waiting for you on the
inside.

(GROANS)

Come on, let's go. Other car.

STERLO: Hey. Keys.

What do ya reckon?
Pretty sweet, eh?

Single entry. Too high to jump.

Something goes wrong,
we're sitting ducks.

We'll get some sheets,
tie 'em together

and hang 'em over the edge.

Have you seen what's out here?

I haven't had a fuck for six
years, mate. Relax. Have a beer.

- Here.
- Where's my suitcase?

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

♪ FLAMENCO-STYLE GUITAR ♪

(LAUGHTER AND SQUEALING)

Alright, Ken.
Still Sam's doorman, eh?

Dobrodošao, Brendan.

Wait here.

Jesus. You know much about art?

Don't fucking touch that.

You know it's a waste
of fucking time.

If it's worth anything,
you can't fence it.

Stick to cash and jewellery, son.

Hey.

'Minister fears for his life.'

(LAUGHS)

Come up.

Hey, I've found something
you'll like.

Do you know how much gold
is worth these days?

It's three times what it was when you
went inside.

And where does it all come from?

- Africa.
- Kalgoorlie.

Look, if it's a job, I'll have
to wait till the heat's off.

It can't wait.

And if you're not
going to do it,

then I can't tell you
what it is.

Nice try, Sam.

Or the seven-figure sum involved.

What?

We're gonna go
after the supplier.

Go on.

The Gold Room will be holding five or
six bars.

That's 4.5 million
of portable, untraceable moolah

once we get it to Melbourne.

You said yourself, you might
as well be hung for a sheep

as for a goat.

No, I said if you're gonna
be hung for stealing a sheep,

you might as well fuck it,
as well.

- (BOTH CHUCKLE)
- Baa.

Hm?

It's about your fundraiser.

Sorry, I've gotta take this.

SAM: Yeah...

Look at you.
All fucking grown up.

See yourself as a father-figure, do you?

(CHUCKLES)
That's funny.

♪ FLANGED ELECTRIC GUITAR ♪

(PARTY CHATTER)

SAM: Tasha, come here.

(DISTANT LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)

♪ Sometimes ♪
♪ I go down to the club ♪

♪ And see all the beautiful people ♪
♪ dancing all around ♪

♪ The pretty girls come up to me ♪

♪ And I don't know ♪
♪ what the fuck to do ♪

♪ TECHNO MUSIC ♪

- Alright, mate.
- (SNIFFS)

You have a lighter?

I liked you better
without the jacket.

If you're trying to be one
of them, it doesn't suit you.

Maybe you could
take me shopping.

What, and buy you some taste?
(CHUCKLES)

- This one's off limits.
- Mind your own business, Josh.

Come on, Tash.
You know the rules.

- What d'ya think you're doing?
- Get off me!

- Fuck off!
- (SPLASH!)

(MUFFLED THUDDING OF MUSIC)

- (GASPS)
- What's he doing?

- (JOSH LAUGHS)
- (COUGHS, GASPS)

- (LAUGHS)
- Help!

(GIRLS LAUGH)

- Help!
- TASHA: Take my hand!

- Take my hand!
- JOSH: Swim! Swim!

- Fucking hell.
- (COUGHS)

- It was an accident.
- Fucking idiot!

- Hey!
- I'll fucking kill you!

Always just blending in,
aren't you? Eh?

(LAUGHS)
Where you going? The party's just started!

Jump in.

(ENGINE REVS)

♪ ROMANTIC MUSIC ♪

Cheer up, you'll dry in no time.

Must be nice
not to worry about money.

(CHUCKLES)

Driving that car,
living in that big house.

Well, that was what I thought
in the beginning.

I'm not sleeping with him,
if that's what you're asking.

I never thought you were.

Not anymore.

If you're not sleeping with him,
why does he keep you around?

The same reason you bought
that dumb leather jacket -

thinks it makes him look good.

Check this out.

They're really good dumplings.
You have to try one.

Try.

- (CHOPSTICK CLATTERS)
- (CHUCKLES)

Is it your first time?

Come on. Bit more higher up.

Relax. Relax the hand.
There you go, try now. OK?

- So how did he find you?
- He advertised on the internet.

They said it was easier
to get a visa if you're a student.

Work for two years, so you get
a certificate and a passport.

That's the theory.

Never saw anyone
get a passport yet.

Why do you stick around?

Why don't you just flog
the Porsche and drive to Broome?

He caught the last girl
who tried something like that.

A kitchen fire,
on the police report.

Is there anyone back home
who can help?

No.

How about your people?

Last time I was home,

my dad gave me this
as a Christmas present.

Well, at least
you have something

to remember him by, huh?

He should've taught you
how to swim, though.

Try your sticks again.

(LAUGHS)

That's the first time
I've seen you laugh.

(GIGGLES)

We have to go.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

(SIZZLING)

Fucking JR!

Did you give your ferret a run?

Huh?

Did you give your ferret a run?

Let me have a word with the boy, will
you, Sterlo?

Did you have a good night
last night, did you?

We ate dumplings.

Ate dumplings.
What else did you do?

Just dumplings.

- I told you, nothing happened.
- Yeah.

I know. If it had, Sam would've made you
both shark food by now.

Is that it?
Can I...?

You listen to me. You listen very
fucking carefully. Right?

You do not bend the rules
for a piece of skirt!

Now, you stop thinking
with your bloody dick,

and get with the program,
or you are fucking out, right?

What's it gonna be?
Tell me right fucking now.

I'm... I'm with the program.

- Good.
- (MESSAGE TONE BLEEPS)

Sam came through
with a new place.

- Sterlo!
- STERLO: Yeah?

BRENDAN: Sam came through
with a new place.

Good. This is better.

- Yeah. Fucking great.
- Fucking perfect.

♪ MOODY INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC ♪

BRENDAN: How solid is the Intel?

SAM, ON PHONE: We've got security codes,

work rosters up the wazoo.

BRENDAN: What about access IDs?

SAM: My inside man's gonna get them once
we've sorted the crew.

- So, are we on?
- We're on.

- Understood?
- OK, great.

There's about a dozen
panic buttons in the building.

The front door
cannot be circumnavigated,

no matter how hard
we huff and puff.

So we'll cut our way
in the night before.

It's important
to get the jump on them,

so someone will crawl
into the vent

and drop down from the ceiling five
minutes before the pour.

This monkey
will wave his gun around,

do a bit of crowd control,

and then get one of the staff
to open the front door

where the rest of us
will be waiting.

So who's the monkey?

There's no margin for error.

You fuck this up and one of them
hits the panic button,

then it's, 'Whoo-ooh', game over.

But, if they're scared enough, they
won't do shit.

So you get your gun
right in their fucking head,

say, 'Don't fucking move
or I'll fucking waste you.'

You look like you mean it,

they'll just about
do anything you say.

Come on, I've got to go see about a
driver.

(ENGINES REV)

(ENGINE REVS)

(GROANS)

Fuck.
She needs fucking tightening.

Maybe you're just not
driving it right.

- When did they let you out?
- They didn't.

(BOTH LAUGH)

BRENDAN: The worst-case scenario
is it'll be a real hornet's nest.

I mean,
choppers and assault rifles.

In that case, we'll hightail it
to our escape route,

which will be here, like this.

You two will be
front-of-house here,

while the young fella and I
will be on gold duties.

I'm supposed to be on the gold.

You'll be front-of-house, alright?

If you don't mind,
I want Josh on the gold.

I do mind.

In the light
of certain concessions...

Fuck sake. Alright.

Once we're in, JR,
you'll be here with Sterlo.

- Don't cry.
- Something goes wrong...

- What did you say?
- I said, 'Don't cry.'

Come here. Come here,
you little fucking prick!

(BOTH CURSE ANGRILY)

Get some drinks. Go and get
some fucking drinks. Go.

JOSH: Fucking idiot. Yeah.

♪ M.I.A: Bad Girls ♪

♪ Get down ♪

♪ Pull me closer ♪
♪ if you think you can hang ♪

♪ Hands up, hands tied ♪

♪ Don't go screamin' ♪
♪ if I blow you with a bang ♪

♪ Ahh, Suki Zuki ♪

♪ I'm comin' in the Cherokee ♪

♪ Gasoline ♪

♪ There's steam ♪
♪ on the window screen ♪

♪ Take it, take it ♪

♪ Wheels bouncing ♪
♪ like a trampoline ♪

♪ When I get to where I'm going, ♪
♪ gonna have you tremblin' ♪

MAN: Hey, how about a lap dance?

TASHA: I'll get one of the girls.

- We want you.
- TASHA: Get your hands off me!

Oi! Get your hands off her.
You heard what she said.

- What are you, her manager?
- Really? See this?

- You see this?
- Yeah.

- JR: Walk away. Fuck off.
- MAN: Yeah, we get it.

♪ When I'm bangin' on my radio ♪

♪ Back it, back it ♪

♪ Yeah, pull up ♪
♪ to the bumper game... ♪

Tasha.

I suppose you think
that was smart.

- What if they call the police?
- I can handle that.

I can't.

You're right. I'm an idiot.
I'm sorry.

Wanna go for coffee
or something?

- Sam wouldn't like it.
- Fuck Sam.

Near your place, there's
a footbridge to the beach.

- Know it?
- Yeah.

I'm off at eight.
I'll meet you there.

(WAVES LAP)

JR: What are you doing?

- Oh, fuck!
- Come.

- Fuck!
- Come, it's OK.

Why couldn't we do this
in a restaurant?

- TASHA: Too many people!
- Shit!

This is more relaxing.

Relaxing? Really?

As soon as you get out
far enough,

it's not a problem anymore.

It's a problem for me.

- I can't...
- It's OK. It's OK.

It's fine.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

When I was a kid, I hadn't
quite learnt to swim yet.

And my dad gets this stupid idea
in his head

that the best way to learn
is to chuck me overboard.

- And?
- I drowned.

Seriously, my heart stopped.

What was it like?

Once you stop thinking about it, it's...

it's kind of peaceful.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

(CHUCKLES)
Two blonde children.

I just liked them
because they looked happy.

It's not real.

It's real for someone, isn't it?

I don't know.
You ever met a family like that?

Me either.

What's this anyway?

A goodluck charm.

How's that been working out
for you?

Not so great... until now.

It... it says...
(CLEARS THROAT)

'Things are not as you imagine.'

Really?

I think they generally are, though.

What if I'm working for Sam,
trying to win your confidence?

Find your weakness.

You can tell Sam all about it if
you like. I don't give a fuck.

We're gonna get that gold.

I'll get my share, then you and me are
gonna run off together.

Sure. Like that's gonna happen.

(CHUCKLES MIRTHLESSLY)

Just pack your bags
and be ready. OK?

(GUN COCKS)

Oh. What the fuck is this?
All you had to be was on time.

I know. I'm sorry I'm late.

There's no margin
for error here.

(CAR ENGINE REVS)

(TYRES SQUEAL)

That'll do, eh?

JR: Do you ever wonder, what if
it doesn't all go to plan?

Let me ask you something, kid.

You think Danny Green
ever thinks about losing a fight?

- Hm?
- Guess not.

Of course he fucking does.

But what he knows
is he's a tough prick.

He's got a trainer
who'll look after him.

And Brendan's the only bloke
I know

who's been blessed by fairies.

If you want proof of that,
you take a fucking look at me.

I got three life sentences.
Three of the fuckers.

Here I am, free as a bird,
doing what I like best.

You follow Brendan...
Look at me.

You follow Brendan
and guaran-fucking-teed,

that's where the pot of gold will be.

Except you both
ended up in prison.

♪ INTRIGUING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC ♪

Paperwork and ID, boys.

- All good, guys.
- OK.

Cheers.

(PLASMA CUTTER CRACKLES)

(CLATTERING)

Bingo.

BRENDAN: Oh!

Come on, just stick to
the game plan. You'll do fine.

Hey, you can do this.

Alright?

(GRUNTS)

(PANTS)

(PLASMA CUTTER CRACKLES)

♪ INTENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC ♪

(MACHINES RATTLE)

(ZAP!)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTS)
OK, I see it.

(WHIRRING)

(WHIRRING)

JR, ON RADIO: I'm in position.

Alright, just hold tight.
Only a few hours to go.

(THUD!)

JR: Fuck! Fuck!

(PANTS)
Brendan, you there?

Fuck!

- What's going on?
- I just dropped my torch.

- Will they see it?
- (PANTS) I don't know.

Well, will they see it or not?
You're the one in the vent.

- It's your call.
- (PANTS)

Fuck!

I'm here now. Keep going.
Keep going.

BRENDAN: Alright.

SAM: Is everything OK?

It's all fine.

- What did he tell you?
- Like you said.

He wants to take his share, then
him and me to run off together.

Did you fuck him?

I told him it was too dangerous.

That's my girl.

Goodnight, Sam.

(BELL TOLLS IN DISTANCE)

Right. Remember, stick together, stay in
contact.

And if you have to shoot,
shoot their legs, OK?

(MACHINES CLANG AND RATTLE)

(BEEPING)

(DOOR BUZZES)

(BEEPING)

Yo?

BRENDAN: Someone called
a faulty monitor?

- It wasn't me, mate.
- Well, someone did, mate.

I've got a work order
to fill here.

GUARD: Alright. Wait there.

(BEEPING, DOOR CLICKS)

(TASER ZAPS)

(GUARD GROANS)

(GUARD GRUNTS)

- Come on, get in!
- Sit the fuck down. Sit down!

(GUN COCKS)

Go now. You're on.

(PANTS)
Fuck. OK. Alright. OK.

(MUFFLED PANTING)

Don't fucking move! Nobody move! Nobody
move!

Get up! Get the fuck up!
Get up! Get up!

Get over here! Press that button and
I'll fucking waste you!

Don't press it!
Open the fucking door!

- Nobody move!
- You, you, you! Get up!

We just want the gold.
We don't want to hurt anyone.

We don't want any
fucking heroic shit!

- STERLO: Keep moving!
- Go! Go!

JOSH: On the ground!
Get on the ground!

- How we doing?
- Clear.

You?
You're the manager?

There's three responses...
'yes', 'no', or I'm not sure'.

- Yeah, I'm the manager.
- MAN: Get up, go! Take this one!

You, supervisor, let's go. Let's move!
We haven't got all day.

Come on, let's go.
Here, take my hand.

Take my hand. Come on, it's OK.

Alright, start the pour,
just as you always do.

- Come on!
- Let's go.

STERLO: Keep your fucking
head down!

Sterlo, I'm supposed to be
on the gold.

Don't use my name, you fuck!

You've been demoted.
Now stay here.

- I didn't!
- Stay here!

JOSH: I didn't! Fuck!

Go, go, go! Start the pour!
Come on!

Keep your fucking eyes on 'em. Keep your
eyes on 'em!

Don't fucking look at me!

JOSH: On the ground!
Eyes to the ground now!

STERLO: Keep your fuckin' head down!

- Kid, keep your eyes on him!
- BRENDAN: You alright?

(DISTANT SHOUTING)

Is it four or five minutes
to set?

Uh, five minutes.

- (GUNSHOT)
STERLO: You fucking idiot!

Watch them.
What the fuck is going on here?

He was going for the door!

Ah! Fuck!

- (SCREAMING)
- Alright, alright.

Stop your bleating. We have to keep the
pressure on, alright?

I'm gonna tighten it now.
One, two, three.

(MAN GROANS)

Your job is to keep that tight.
Keep pressure there.

Babysit this piece of shit,
will you?

If he tries anything,
fucking shoot him!

Don't turn your back on them. Never turn
your fucking back.

- You're fucking dead!
- STERLO: Shut up!

Put your fucking mask back on, dickhead.

- JOSH: I didn't...
- STERLO: Shut up!

(SIRENS WAIL)

Hey, boys, the Jacks are onto us. The
airways have lit up.

(MAN SCREAMS)

Switch to plan B.
OK, cool 'em down.

MAN: Move!
Move! Move! Move!

STERLO: Come on,
let's fucking move! Move!

OK, come on, let's go.

- Join the others.
- We've got them.

- Come and get us.
- CHRIS: On my way.

- OK, let's do it.
- Go get the other bag.

BRENDAN: Let's go, come on.

BRENDAN: Move, move, move.
Go, go!

BRENDAN: Don't shoot!
They've got guns!

Don't shoot! They've got guns! They've
got guns!

- Don't shoot!
- Hold your fire!

Don't shoot!
They've got fucking guns!

(RAPID GUNFIRE)

Fucking move!

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

- Let's go! Come on!
- Move!

(POLICE SHOUT INDISTINCTLY)

OK, go!

(ENGINE REVS, GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(GROANS)

STERLO: Fuck! Fuck!

Shit! Put pressure on it!
Put pressure on it! Push it!

It's his guts. I don't know
what I'm fucking pressing on!

Hang on, Sterlo.

(SIREN WAILS)
JR: Josh, can you help?

(ENGINE REVS)

You're alright, Sterlo.
You'll be alright.

(TRUCK RUMBLES)

(SIRENS WAIL)

C'mon, put your foot down!

(CRASH!)

BRENDAN: Bastards!
Fuckin' lose 'em, Chris!

(THUDDING)

(STERLO GROANS)

(RAPID GUNFIRE)

BRENDAN: Ah, shit!
I'm empty.

BRENDAN: Hang on, Sterlo.
You're alright.

(TYRES SCREECH)

(SIRENS WAIL)

- (SOBS)
- It's OK. It's OK. It's OK.

JR: Fuck!

My little girl, she gets my cut.

Oh, fuck!

- (STERLO GROANS)
CHRIS: Hold on!

(SIRENS BLARE)

♪ SOMBRE PIANO ♪

(CRASH!)

Hold on.

(TYRES SCREECH, CRASHING)

(CRASHING)

SAM: About fucking time.

This piece of shit
took me off the gold,

and broke my fucking nose!

- Get in the car.
- Fucking amateur!

- Come here, Josh.
- What the fuck happened?

- You're all over the news!
- Your nephew happened.

I took my eye off him
for one second.

I told you, put him
on the gold with you!

Yeah, and I told you
this was my operation.

I gave him a gun,
he fucking shot someone!

JR: You want him
out of the car or...?

No, leave him in there.

- I'm sorry about your mate.
- Oh, that's very nice of you.

I'm sure that's a sentiment that'll be
shared by his wife.

- How many bars you get?
- Six.

Six? Is good.

We're all rich.

Put them... put them in the car.

Clean up. Burn the car. I'll cut
the gold into smaller pieces.

Drop your share off tonight.

You can fence it yourself
or use my guy in Melbourne.

Alright.

(SIGHS)

(SNIFFS)

♪ MELANCHOLY MUSIC ♪

JR: Should we say anything?

Goodbye, Sterlo.

Where you're going,
they don't give parole.

(MUSIC SWELLS)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(PLAYFUL KNOCK)

- Hi.
- Can I come in?

Yes.

I could go a cuppa.

Sure. I'll put on the kettle.

(SWITCHES KETTLE ON)

How do you take it?

Black. No sugar.

(CRIES OUT)

Sam said I could teach you not to keep
secrets... Arrgh!

(CURSES IN NATIVE TONGUE)

Oh!

(TASHA YELLS)

(SCREAMS)

(SPEAKS IN NATIVE TONGUE)

(MESSAGE TONE BEEPS)

From Tasha.
'Run. Sam set you up.'

Fuck!
Keep going, keep going.

(MOBILE RINGS)

- Yeah?
- BRENDAN: Why did you do it?

I don't know who I'm talking to.

Yeah, you're damn right
about that.

(CURSES)

Keep an eye on the street.

(POLICE RADIO)

BRENDAN: Albert Jones.
This is it.

I know this is not a fortune,

but this will buy us
some help in Melbourne.

What's in Melbourne?

That's where Sam
turns gold into money.

(PANTS)

(MESSAGE TONE BEEPS)

♪ SOL SEPPY: Enter One ♪

♪ After a storm ♪

♪ I want to be brave ♪

♪ And keep you warm ♪

♪ Not fade away ♪

♪ As we float from the shore ♪

♪ Into the light ♪

♪ Into the unknown ♪

♪ Like thousands of lanterns ♪

♪ Glowing with grace ♪

♪ In glorious silence ♪

♪ Descending through space ♪

♪ To a friend ♪

♪ A sister in need... ♪

You said your mates organised
a handover to the Russian mob

tomorrow or the next day, right?

Well, this is where my mate reckons it's
gonna happen.

Port Melbourne.
This intersection.

This is the time.

You know it?

BRENDAN: Pay him.

- Thank you.
- Cheers.

(TV IN BACKGROUND)

MAN, ON TV: Police are appealing for
witnesses

after the discovery
of a burnt-out car

- in Kalgoorlie...
- TASHA: You're on TV.

The LandCruiser was found
in an abandoned pit

belonging to
the KB Mining Corporation.

Police believe
the car is linked to

convicted bank robber and
prison escapee Brendan Lynch

and 19-year-old
Jesse-Ryan White.

Investigators say
they're the chief suspects

in a brazen robbery two days ago

that netted more than
$10 million worth of gold.

BRENDAN: Fuck off!

That's more than twice
what we took.

Everyone's ripping off everyone, eh?

Isn't that right?

What are you trying to say?

Go out and get us some takeaway, will
you?

Post this while you're out.

- What is it?
- Dead man's cut.

It's for Sterlo's wife.

Post it your fucking self.

- (CRIES OUT)
- You do as you're told.

You fucking...

JR: Fuck off,
you fucking arsehole.

BRENDAN: Say fucking mercy!

- Say fucking mercy!
- Fuck you!

Say. Fucking. Mercy!

Mercy. Mercy, mercy, mercy.
(GASPS)

Where do you get off
blowing a fuse like that?

I'm done with this shit.
Find yourself another monkey.

What are you gonna do, eh?
Run off with that stupid cow?

- You don't know shit.
- You say that like you do!

I've seen too many good men
do time for birds like that.

You stupid idiot!

(TV CONTINUES IN BACKGROUND)

Only two races of people in this world.
Did you know that?

Some scientist looked way, way back in
our evolution

and he discovered that
all humans come from

just two kinds of monkey - the
chimpanzee and the bonobo.

They're almost indistinguishable.

They're both primates,

but have completely different
characteristics.

The chimp, if it's threatened
or scared, will fight

and in some cases
even kill its own.

But the bonobo, they just
huddle together and fuck.

Yeah, yeah,
you're a lover or a fighter.

The bonobo are almost extinct.

You need to figure out
which species you are.

And you'd better do it quickly.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Once this job comes off,
we have to vanish.

I mean, completely disappear.

You can't do that
with a girl in tow.

They can't disconnect.

There's always someone
they got to get a message to.

(CHILDREN TALKING HAPPILY)

♪ TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC ♪

BRENDAN: Don't make
the same mistakes I made.

You've got to trust me on this, JR.

The only woman I ever loved

got me ten years
without even trying.

That should be enough
to get her off your back.

Tell her it's just for
a couple of weeks,

but you have to
do this thing solo.

Oh, fuck!

Tasha!

Tasha, what are you doing?

For fuck's sake. Tasha...

- TASHA: Let me...
- JR: Hear me out for a...

- fucking second, OK?
- Let me go...

Please...
listen to me for a second!

You're losing your grip, Brendan.

Kids, Chinese takeaway.

Your mate Sam
has put a hit on you.

Aye, it figures.

How much am I worth, huh?

What is it, 2,000?

Well, that's...
like $100 a day.

No, no, no. It's not like that.
It's not like that!

OK, it's too dangerous
for you here.

Meet me on the Central Coast after we've
done the job.

- Sure! Like he told you to.
- I need to see this through.

Tasha, we need the money
from this next job.

And you think
he's gonna give it to you?

Huh?

Haven't you figured this out?

Why the hell do you think
he keeps you around?

He just needs some kid
he can throw his shit on.

Some kid, hey?

Yes.

And you're perfect.

A mixed-up orphan
looking for a father.

See you around.

I should have been
wise like you, Wayne.

Accepted the low pay hit
and take all the risk

while he offloads
all the fucking gold.

- What fucking gold?
- The Kalgoorlie job.

What, you didn't know
that was him?

He said that Josh
was coming to town.

So what the fuck
are you doing here?

I figured I would hit him.
During the handover.

If you came on board...

you could be walking away with a few
hundred grand.

Now, I don't know what they're
paying for the murder, but...

I'm pretty sure it's not that, eh?

♪ MELANCHOLY MUSIC ♪

Fuck!

ON PHONE: It's Tasha. Leave a message.

You were right.

Things are not as you imagine.

Pressure
can be a bitch sometimes.

Every fucker telling you,
'Do this. Don't do this.'

(CHUCKLES)

Happy birthday.

That's a Tanfoglio.

Takes 15 in the clip
and one in the chamber.

Fuck you.

Oh, don't be
so fucking sensitive.

Get up. We're going out.

This will be the spot.

That's from Sam.

MAN: It's just a key.

Yeah, it's a key.
It's a key to the gold.

The gold where?

Watch this.

(SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)

Ken!

Come on, Ken!

Come out with your fucking
hands up!

I know you're there, mate.
Come on, Ken!

- (CURSES)
BRENDAN: Come out!

Check the driver.

Oh, Josh, Josh.

What were you handing over?

Where's the fucking gold?

He gave him this.

Alright, he's alive.
Get him in the van.

JOSH: Get off me! Fuck!

Fuck!
What the fuck, Wayne?

You're working for Sam,
aren't you?

He got a better offer.

Josh, where is my gold?

Go fuck yourself.

Give me a fucking hammer
or something.

What I can't stand
is all the shouting, you know?

'Oh, please don't...
don't hurt me. Oh, no, no.

No, please, no, not the thumbs, not the
thumbs.

I'm just learning the piano.'

- No, wait. No, wait!
- See?

- We haven't even started yet.
- Don't do it. Fuck off!

I reckon he'd be quieter...

in that freezer.

- What?
- Wayne...

you're a fucking genius.

- Put him in the freezer.
- No. Fuck off.

- Go on.
- No! Fuck off! Don't!

Let go of me!

JR: How long does it take
for hypothermia to kick in?

Alright, let him out.

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

Right, then.
Let's try this again.

Where is my gold, Josh?

I can't straighten my legs.

Shall I get Wayne to straighten it with
a hammer?

Where's my fucking gold, Josh?

Get fucked.

No. Don't.

No, please, don't.

Please don't, don't.

We're not home yet.

Still got to get it
out of the country.

But first we've got some unfinished
business back west.

BRENDAN: Here you are.
Thank you.

WOMAN: Here are your tickets.
Enjoy your flight.

God bless you. Thank you.
Go on, son.

Who moved this?

Who moved this?!

BRENDAN: I did.

I wasn't expecting any honour amongst
thieves here,

but I am not sensing
much remorse, Sam.

It's business.

No place for sentiments.

Couldn't agree more.

JR: That's alright.
Keep the change.

DRIVER: Thank you.

JR:43.

- OK, number 43.
- No worries.

You're right.

Where were you?

Just getting a chocolate bar.

Do you want some?

They give you pimples.

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Come on.

Going to see a man about a boat.

That's her ahead!

Is she any good in a storm?

MAN: Depends how good a sailor
you are.

Took me to Java ten years ago
single-handed.

Up the Whitsundays
every Christmas with the wife

while she was still up to it.

BRENDAN: How much do you want for her?

The wife? She's not much chop since she
caught Alzheimer's.

- No, the boat, mate.
- Price is on the advert.

I already turned down 75
for her.

What would you say to 80,
cash in hand?

You're on.

(SHOWER RUNNING)

BRENDAN: Whoa!

(MAN SPEAKS ON TV)

I told you to sit
where I could see you.

- I'm just watching TV.
- Sit there.

- Sit there.
- Jeez.

BRENDAN: Better.

JR: Fuck.

Wake up.

It's time to go.

JR: We're all set.

I'm sorry, kid. This is
the end of the line for you.

I don't want your death
on my conscience,

so I was thinking...

What's a fair price
for a young bloke like you?

And I came up with half a bar - 350.

Half of 4 million
is 2 million.

- What are you smiling at?
- Nothing.

What would you do with
that kind of money anyway?

Buy a boat, maybe.

Your book makes it sound
pretty easy.

Where did you get that?

The flat in Melbourne.

You fucking used me.

I'm offering you
350,000 fucking dollars!

You don't have
that kind of money anymore.

What?

Fucking what?

Fuck.

Fuck.

Right.

I'll only ask you this
fucking once.

(PHONE RINGS)

- That'll be for you.
- Where is the gold?!

Answer it.

- Son of Sorrow.
- What?

No half measures, right?

If you shoot me,
she'll call the cops.

Answer it!

TASHA: If you want to see
your half of the gold,

do what he says.

- Where were you?
- Getting a chocolate bar.

TASHA: Things are not as you imagine.

OK, number 43.

TASHA, ON PHONE: You were right.

Never trust a woman.

Checkmate.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck.

(GRUNTS)
Come on!

(JR COUGHS)

Didn't it occur to you

that she could just run off
with all the fucking gold?

You know what?

It didn't.

What a fucking idiot.

I'm a bonobo.

Oh, am I a fucking chimp?

Keep the phone.

I'll call you and let you know
where you can find your half.

(SPEEDBOAT MOTOR)

♪ SOL SEPPY: Enter One ♪

♪ After a storm ♪

♪ I want to be brave ♪

♪ And keep you warm ♪

♪ And they are surrounding her ♪

♪ And they will enfold ♪
♪ her outstretched hand ♪

♪ In our love ♪

(CHILDREN TALKING)

♪ Enter the light ♪

♪ It's hard to believe ♪

♪ It's always been ours to give ♪

♪ And to receive ♪

♪ I want to be shameless ♪
♪ like the sun ♪

♪ Moving into you ♪

♪ Entering light ♪

♪ Welcome ♪

♪ Inshallah, inshallah ♪

♪ Enter one ♪

♪ Amazing grace ♪

♪ Is pouring down ♪

♪ Fear not this light ♪

♪ We're of this light divine ♪

♪ So come ♪

♪ We move as one ♪

♪ Amazing grace is pouring down ♪

♪ Fear not this light ♪

♪ We're of this light divine ♪

♪ Welcome ♪

♪ Enter one ♪

♪ After a storm ♪

♪ I want to let go ♪

♪ Of the things that I've done ♪

♪ Without any worry ♪

♪ I want to come home ♪

♪ Into the light ♪

♪ Into the unknown ♪

♪ I want to be shameless ♪

♪ Like the sun ♪

♪ Moving into you ♪

♪ Entering light... ♪

JR: Next time
you're in Darwin,

make sure you pay respects
to Albert's cousin, Thomas.

- ♪ Welcome... ♪
♪ JR: PS. ♪

Here's some proof that
the bonobos aren't dying out.

♪ Enter one ♪

♪ Amazing grace is pouring down ♪

♪ Fear not this light ♪

♪ We're of this light divine ♪

♪ So come ♪

♪ We move as one ♪

♪ Amazing grace is pouring down ♪

♪ Fear not this light ♪

♪ We're of this light divine ♪

♪ Welcome ♪

♪ Enter one. ♪

Captions by CSI Australia