Chopper Page #6

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That was me and the raincoat man.

Downie was driving the car.

You drove him to the hospital.

No I didn't drive

him to the bloody hospital.

Do I look like Mother Teresa to you?

You know him do you?

Who?

F***ing who? Neville.

What are you doing

standing there sticky nose?

I f***ing live here, you shouldn't

be talking about this stuff here!

Oh, f***ing go and do the dishes!

F***ing shut up!

Don't come back in here

when we're talking business!

Business eh?

I bet you've got a briefcase there.

So there's nothing you're

supposed to be telling me Jim?

Nothing about a

contract that's out on me?

You must have two

dozen contracts out on you.

Aall apparently Neville Bartos and

Nick Anastopoulos...

and the rest of the fairy godfathers

have put a contract out on me.

Look mate, I don't

know anything about it.

Really? You see I heard you're

the one who's supposed to do it.

I guess it's a case of first,

best dressed isn't it.

No Mark, you're

being f***ing paranoid.

Just because i'm being paranoid doesn't

mean people aren't trying to kill me.

Mark, i've got kids here man.

I've got kids here, alright?

Chop, he really likes you,

he speaks highly of you!

He wouldn't f***ing try and knock you!

F***ing sure he f***ing does.

- Well f***ing shoot me!

- Don't shoot him...

- Shoot me in front of my kids!

- Put the gun away Chopper!

Shoot me in front of my kids!

Go on you f***ing c*nt, go on!

I'm sorry Jim.

I didn't mean to bloody scare you.

You gotta relax a bit man,

you gotta take it easy.

You gotta get out of town.

- You're jumpy.

- Yeah whatever.

Look at you though, bloody hell!

You're going bad Jim. You've

got bloody kids and everything.

For Christ's sake.

Fix your house up, fix you're bloody

kids up, get your life in order.

You can't live like this,

it's bloody terrible, take it.

Jim, mother's a

drug addict for f*** sake!

That's not for drugs.

Jim, don't slam the f***ing door!

The kids are asleep.

At least they were.

Who you ringing?

Get dressed, we're going out.

Get dressed? We've got no money.

Where we going?

Just get dressed, we're going out, ok?

Get me my gun, get me my jacket, quick.

Jesus, where we going?

It's 1 o'clock, it

better be f***ing good.

Neville.

It's Loughnan.

Yeah, he's just been here.

- Has he?

- Just left my place.

- Where's he f***ing going?

- He's going to Bojangles.

Bojangles, great job,

i'll get my jacket.

F*** Neville Bartos!

He couldn't have the fluff

to knock off a cappuccino.

He's saying that you're two-faced.

I'm not bloody two-faced!

The word is and i'm hearing it everywhere

is that you're working for the cops.

Who says that?

I'm hearing it everywhere.

You gotta look at the motives behind

the people saying this stuff.

I'm not well liked Ian.

Do you realise it's the world's

worst best kept secret that...

i've giving you me

and it bloody information?

Do you think there are sharks running

around telling people about this stuff?

That'd be sort of counter-productive.

I like a smiling face Mr Downie

and you know I like you...

but i'm an expert at playing mind

games, i'll set my little traps...

and i'll find out where

the leak is coming from.

It's good to see you my friend.

Do you want a drink?

No, no, that's alright mate.

Let me buy you drink,

I have plenty money...

I buy you two dozen drink.

- Later, alright?

- You won't forget?

- Thanks. - You want

drink you come see me.

Who's that?

Who?

The f***ing wog

character up at the bar.

That's Sammy the Turk.

Really?

You wanna know

if she's got friends?

What are you touching for me

all the time? You bloody homosexual?

Why you scared?

I'm not scared just don't

touch me you bloody poofta.

- Where's your car?

- It's up there!

Which one?

- Keep going.

- Where?

Is that gun eh?

Yeah it's a gun, it's pointed at you.

Now, who's team are you on?

What?

Who's team are you on?

Team, football?

F***ing comedian too are you?

Why'd you f***ing bring me out here?

What?

No no Chop...

you bring me here.

You're f***ing good aren't you?

Yes i'm good, i'm friend to you.

Yeah you're a

f***ing friend aren't ya?

Bringing me out here in the middle

of the f***ing night, what for?

What?

What's that mean?

You want English?

Speak f***ing English!

It's Australia!

F*** you!

That's English.

You alright?

Give me a look.

You alright? I'm sorry mate.

Jimmy!

That f***ing lunatic just shot a bloke,

he just shot him in the eye!

Don't shout my name!

Who's this bloke?

I don't know, shut the f*** up Marcus!

I never liked you, let me in the car!

Calm down!

Who's this bloke?

Let me get in.

Calm down!

Now this character, he's

following me around all night...

he's got his arm around me all night,

he's buying me drinks, buying me drinks...

buying me drinks, in my company,

right here, all frickin' night.

I didn't know him, I didn't

know him from a bar of soap.

You know me, I don't go out my

way to befriend our ethnic cousins.

He's Turkish or something, i've

got enough on my plate as it is.

Yeah, go on.

He wants to sell me this gun.

He says he's got all

these guns in the car outside.

Well I didn't have 10 cents on me.

But I don't think he had a

gun salesmen's license either.

I thought if he wants to sell

me a gun i'll relieve him of it.

He's very keen to get me

into this carpark mind you.

So did you go outside with him?

What happened was we go to the carpark...

Bojangles has got two carparks...

I head to the main carpark and...

he pulls me up, he says:

No Chopper, this way,

this way over here...

I park over here, on this side.

Plenty guns, very good guns.

I get a bit bloody suspicious because...

this carpark is not very well

lit, it's pitch bloody black...

and I walk out there, i'm

following him, and he stops dead...

and he turns around...

and he's looking

over my bloody shoulder.

This f***ing prick is

checking for bloody witnesses.

All of a sudden he

turns around, he says:

Hey, wait, Chopper, you got gun?

He's walking towards me. "You got gun?"

I said yeah, I got a gun.

He says:

What sort? Show me please.

"Show me your f***ing gun."

He's dying to see my bloody gun.

I had the gun down the front of my

pants, so i've lifted up my jacket...

i've looked down at my gun and

this cheeky little f***ing rat...

he's grabbed the gun as quick

as lightning, he's pulled it out...

and he pointed it at

my head and he's gone...

Click click click with the trigger.

It's not going off.

It's a 32 automatic.

Now as you fellas know, unless

you've got the hammer pulled back...

It's not gonna go off, it's an operative.

You can pull the trigger all bloody

day long and it's not gonna go off.

Yeah sure so...

What happened then?

So he's got the gun at my

head, he's going click click click...

and I have got the 410 shotgun down

the back of my pants, so I pull it out.

It's a tiny little bloody 410 shotgun...

He's going click click click...

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