Chopper Page #4

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You wanna f***ing finish it?

I'm sorry baby.

I get a bit bloody schizo or something.

It's not easy you know, if I go out

everyone's staring at my ears...

staring at my tattoos, you know?

I've done some bad things but...

I've done some bad things.

Now i've got a bloody team of enemies.

You should lay off the speed.

I'm trying to think of the last time...

I actually took

some time to be normal.

Stood there and looked at a

bloody sunset or go to a bloody bar.

I can't go to a bar, I can't

have a relaxed bloody meal.

I can't go to a restaurant

and have a relaced bloody meal.

I've gotta sit with my back against

the wall in case someone comes in.

My luck can't last forever.

I'll get us some money together.

I've got some money coming in.

Let's say you and I

go down to Tasmania...

and me make our

own bloody life together?

No offence but I think i'd rather

keep working at the brothel.

I can't stop working babe, I tried.

What's the matter honey?

Who is he?

It's f***ing Neville f***ing Bartos isn't it?

Mark, you're not gonna

start all this again are you?

I'm talking to you, who is he?

F***! You're hurting me!

Is it Neville Bartos?

Let go, let go of me Mark!

- Neville Bartos.

- F***ing let go of me!

What is wrong with you?

I f***ing knew it!

Just bloody tell me,

who are you f***ing?

Mark...

Everyone...

I work in a f***ing brothel.

That's not what I mean, you know

what I mean, who are you kissing?

You.

See?

I'm kissing you.

You get away from me with

that mouth, it tastes of wog's cock!

You're f***ing nice!

Yiou're f***ed and you're fat!

What do you want?

It's me, Mark.

I know who it is,

what do you want?

Baby, just let me in will ya.

No Mark, what do you want?

What do you want?

I'm sorry baby.

Yeah, righto.

I don't wanna see you Mark.

I love you baby.

Pull the other f***ing one!

- I need to see you Tanya.

- No, i'm no letting you in.

Got that?

- Come on Tanya.

- No, f*** it!

- Just talk.

- Nothing to talk.

Tanya!

I'm going then.

I'm f***ing going.

F***ing slut!

- Get out!

- Who are you talking to?

Hello? Is that you Neville?

You f***ing rat!

Tanya, you;re coming with me.

Piss off Mark!

Mark, get out of my house.

Mark, listen to me...

Mum, stay out of it,

i'm not gonna bloody hurt her.

Mark, for goodness dake.

Come here Tanya!

- Why?

- Don't Mark!

Why Neville?

Why Neville?

You ruined everything!

Settle down!

- For God's sake!

- Leave it mum, get out of here!

Now look what you've done!

Now look what you've gone and done!

My mum's upset.

I'm a bloody

disappointment to you aren't I?

What?

You've probably read all the

newspaper stories about me...

And you've heard the

word on the street about me...

And you've got a picture in your

head of what Chopper Read's like...

And we're sitting here at this

bar all very nice and cosy...

I'm a bit of a bloody let down to you.

What are you on about Mark?

I feel like I should be doing

more for you Mr Downie.

There's crims out there that get

round like a protected species.

Why?

I know you blokes don't mind

turning the occasional blind eye...

whilst I deal out my

own bit of justice, right?

Mark, that's not the way we operate.

I understand perfectly Mr Downie...

there are certain things

you can't appear to condone.

Appearance's got nothing to

do with it. We don't condone it.

I understand Mr Downie.

Who is it?

Nick, go see who it is.

Who there?

It's me.

What the f*** do you want?

Is Neville home?

Nev!

What the f*** do you want?

I just came over to apologise.

How the f*** did you

find out where I live?

Don't worry about it, i'm a bit embarrassed about what happened the other night.

I just came over to

apologise and clear it up.

You mad bastard.

You've got a nerve coming around here.

No f***ing about. This is a

very good neighbourhood.

No f***ing around.

You understand?

Open the gates Nev, come on.

I'm gonna let you in... you're

playing the game by my rules.

Yeah, it's your house.

It's a lovely house too.

- Full respect mate.

- There'd better be respect

Total respect.

Is that back garage shut Nick?

- Sure?

- Yeah.

Check it out.

- You're bloody killing me.

- How well have I done?

Who's the king?

It's very nice.

What are you doing mate throwing

your cigarettes on the grass?

Nick, pick it up, get it off.

What are you guys doing? You're

following me around like a bad smell.

It's like you wanna f*** me up the arse!

Go inside, mix some drinks or

something, get out of here.

It explains your limp.

- Can you dive in?

- No sorry, no grubs allowed.

Have a look at my babies,

are they beautiful or what?

Whatever you do, don't use

the names on those bowls.

They're aliases.

What?

Don't look at me like that,

some smart c*nt comes here...

looking to rip me off uses those names

and those dogs will rip him to pieces.

Check this out!

Neville!

Are you bloody right?

I should report you to

the f***ing RSPCA you idiot.

No, they like it, they do, my dogs do.

Keeps them alert.

Let's see if those idiots

have got the drinks ready.

Nick?

Neville's turning over

a bit of this stuff is he?

He's got all the spoon

in the western suburbs.

He's doing well then isn't he?

You think he'll want to

give a bit of cash my way?

I don't think he'll go for that.

F*** him, he'll have to go for it.

Neville?

Nev, I hear you want

to give me a bit of money.

Where did you hear that mate?

It's just the mail,

I can collect it now if you like.

I think someone's pulling your leg mate.

Someone's pulling your leg Neville.

Someone'll pull your other

f***ing leg in a minute.

Now how much do

you wanna give me?

Who do you think you're talking to mate?

I'm Neville Bartos.

Or has your f***ing memory

lapsed you f***ing idiot?

What?

Who do you think you're talking to mate?

Sorry, was I being rude?

Yes, you were being very

f***ing rude, you f***ing d*ckhead.

You wanna make some

money you make it yourself.

Get him a drink Nick.

And behave, I said behave.

F***ing idiot! Can you

believe that f***ing c*nt or what?

I'm sorry mate, where are you?

I'm sorry mate.

I've had a couple of drinks, I get a bit

carried away, i've just been out of it.

Sorry, give a bit of goey.

I don't know who you think you're talking

to but you're being very rude understand?

Show me some repsect, very very rude.

I'm f***ing embarrassed.

I'm f***ing sorry Nev. I'm sorry.

Alright mate, apology

accepted, now let it go, relax...

Take it easy, i'm trying to relax over here.

But seriously Nev, how you holding

for cash? I'm a bit bloody broke.

What are you talking about?

Cash.

There's no cash here!

Here there's no cash, alright?

Cash, no, Robbo?

No cash.

I tell you what, you try and get from

where you're sitting to the front door.

Because I reckon I could shoot you from

where you're sitting to the frint door.

Because that's about as long as you've

got to produce some money for me.

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