Chopper Page #5

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I'll give you 20 seconds to produce

some cash of i'll f***ing shoot you.

I've got no cash mate...

Jesus, you come here, I give you a

drink, what's that matter with you?

Sit the f*** down!

Listen...

Stop with the f***ing cannon,

what are you doing?

What the f*** are you doing?

Jesus, relax, he's not your enemy!

He f***ing is no, isn't he?

Get a f***ing rag!

Forget the rag boys,

get the f***ing cash will you.

Frozen! How long's it gonna

take to defrost that you idiot?

He's ina bad way mate.

What's thew matter Neville? You

burst your appendix or something?

Come on Chopper, we've

gotta get him to the hospital.

So you took him to the hospital?

No I didn't take him to the bloodt hospital.

Now tell me this, why

would I shoot a bloke, bang...

then put him in the car and whizz

him off to the hospital at 100mph?

It defeats the purpose of

shooting him in the first place.

What's more, it's bloody insulting!

Am I the only standover

man in the country...

who provides a medical

plan for these customers?

Do I look like Mark Brandon

'Medicare' Read or something?

Who's bloody driving?

Such a bloody sook!

Such a big fuss over such a little

hole. I'll put one in the brain then.

Chopper, come on,

don't do this to your mates!

You're a dead man Chopper.

You're walking around with

one foot in the f***ing grave!

Get in you f***ing golliwog!

Hospital driver.

He says you took him to the hospital.

You spoken to him have you?

It's just what he's

been saying around town.

You'd do well to have a look at

the motives behind him saying that.

Why would he say it if it's not true?

I don't know, i'm not a

bloody psychiatrist am I?

Look Mark, this is no f***ing joke.

I don't f***ing appreciate this, we've

heard you've been running around town...

telling all and sundry...

that we've given you virtual

carte blanche to commit crime.

No Mr Downie, that's rubbish,

it's complete f***ing bullshit.

F***ing eh it's! bullshit.

You get these f***ing

speed freaks together...

they'll create all

kinds of fanciful stories.

Oh yeah?

The other fanciful story is

they've put out a contract on you.

F***ing Mafia, wankers.

Who are they anyway?

Bloody fruit shop owners.

They should stick to selling their

bloody fruit and veg and leave me alone.

I'd be taking this

seriously if I were you.

I'm taking it seriously,

i'm shaking in my boots.

Apparently they're going to

try and get you at Bojangles.

Anastopoulos and Bartos have

gone to Sydney for the weekend.

So obviously they're not f***ing around.

They should stay in Sydney

those razzle dazzle wankers.

It'd suit their style.

Anytime you ever see a Sydney

criminal on the television is when...

he's lying in the gutter...

dead after being killed by a

bloody imported Melbourne hitman.

I really think you should

be taking this seriously.

I'm taking it seriously, trust me.

Jimmy Loughnan's name

has also been mentioned.

Jimmy Loughnan?

He's a f***ing couch potato.

It's just what we heard.

Jimmy Loughnan?

Are you sure?

Get the f*** up now!

Come on!

Oh for f*** sake!

Put the f***ing thing away will you.

Put the f***ing thing awat!

- Do you want a look?

- No, f*** off!

Get up, get the f***ing door!

You're crazy!

-Who is it?

- Mark.

Mark who?

Chopper.

What're you doing coming around here?

All those problems we've had,

they're all in the past.

And all these rumours that are

flying around, they're all bullshit.

I just wanna come in,

I wanna be friends.

What rumours?

That i'm gonna clip you.

I haven't heard that one.

Well it's not true.

Just let us in will you.

Mate, i'm not letting you in,

i've got kids here.

They're just little kids...

and they'll be afraid by

seeing a man with no ears.

Right.

It's nothing personal.

No, it's no problem.

Who is it?

Come on Jim, just let us in.

I'll come in and have a chat.

Come on mate!

I don't bloody bite.

Alright.

Just hang on...

Get out the way!

Are you armed?

Of course i'm bloody armed.

I've got a bunch of

peanuts trying to kill me...

would I get around

without my f***ing guns?

Alright, well you throw them in,

you throw them all in or...

I'm not gonna let you in.

Throw them in first.

Alright?

Nice stick, is that it?

No, one more.

- Is that it?

- Yeah.

I know you...

Ladies' gun.

Beautiful.

It's a girls' gun but it does the job.

Mark, this is my fiance, Mandy.

Hello, Mandy.

Fiance eh?

You'd better speed it up and make

an honest women of her quick...

The bun's nearly cooked!

You got your finger in

your mouth there little one.

This is plush mate, this is swank.

Who says crime doesn't pay?

It is a nice gun.

You got yourself a

family now Jim, little girl.

That's lovely mate. I don't reckon

I could ever have a family though.

They're the sort of thing that

could be used against you.

You know what I mean?

No, not the way that sounded

but you know what I mean.

You alright there love?

How come he hasn't got any ears?

How come I hasn't got any ears?

You're a cheeky little girl aren't you?

Mandy, get Shazzy off to bed now!

Hey, wake up.

Come on twinkletoes, up, let's go!

- Ye righto.

- It's bedtime.

I don't wanna go to bed.

Not you, Shazzy, it's

Shazzy's bedtime. Put her to bed.

Good on you Shazzy.

Night Shazza.

See ya Shazzy!

Take mummy to bed.

See ya Shazzy!

Say goodnight to uncle Chop.

Jesus Jim.

You really have landed

on your knees haven't ya?

What are you doing here?

What? Can't I visit a mate?

You and I were very best of friends.

I do have a couple of

questions for you though.

I've got a couple of questions.

Now the first question is:

Is there something you're

supposed to be telling me?

No.

There's nothing you're

supposed to be telling me?

No mate.

Eveything that's happened in the past...

I'll wash it all away, so long as

there's nothing I need to know now.

You're not angry at me for anything?

No, i'm not angry with you,

it's all water under the bridge.

No new water, no fresh buckets?

There's no fresh buckets coming round.

Now the second question:

Are you employed at the moment,

are you gainfully employed?

I perish the thought.

How much you using?

I've got a handle on it.

It's...

F***ing H division mate.

The only thing you ever had

a handle on Jimmy Loughnan...

was the occasional knife handle

when things got a bit too much for you.

Knife handling the old Chop Chop.

Jimmy, listen,

i'm gonna show you somthing.

Now if this goes any further,

my life's in danger...

and you'll be the one

who's getting killed, alright?

Now have a look at this,

I need someone to help we work.

Guess who i'm working for now?

Bloody guess, have a bloody guess.

F***, eh...

Wrong, begins with C.

Amanda Duncan.

- Cops?

- Yeah.

I got a f***ing green light

from them, have a look at this.

Dirty Dick Downie.

He looks like a f***ing

accountant but he's a hard bastard.

Super Steve Cooney,

look out Super Steve.

You heard about

Neville Bartos' burst appendix?

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