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Motherf***er, that hurt!

Come on, come on, come on!

Let's move it! Are you f***ing crazy?

- Go! Go! Go!

- I told you that b*tch was batshit.

Greedy motherfuckers!

B*tch is f***ing crazy!

Yeah, she was a tough old broad.

- She f***in bit me!

- What did you expect?

What were you f***ing around for?

She bit me on the f***ing back!

I told you. She had the "hahn".

She's 90 years old.

Doesn't matter!

It's f***ing eternal.

It's eternal. Ha ha!

- Hey, you want me to drive?

- Yeah, sure, sure.

Of course, that's what you're here for.

Ha! Ha! That's right bucko!

That's right! Back up!

Back the f*** up and get against

the fence!

Now!

You gonna shoot me, Pete?

If I have to, I'll shoot you!

You're gonna shoot me and take

the money?

I'll give your money back to the

people you stole it from

and they'll probably give me

a f***ing reward!

I do not think so.

They're certainly not going to

arrest me!

I'm not the bad guy here!

No... I don't think I can let you do this.

You... don't... have a choice!

Everybody's got a choice, brother.

I'm going to count to five.

- One.

- What are you doing?

I'm counting to five!

- No you're not!

- Yes I am!

This is a loaded f***ing gun!

- Two.

- Don't you make me do it!

Three!

- I will shoot you!

- Four!

Stop that! Stop, stop!

Keller, this has got to stop now!

Do not reach for that gun man!

Don't do that!

Four and a half!

Don't make me do it man!

Fiiiiiive! I yie yie.

F***ing a**hole.

Gotta learn how to count, bro.

See, she shot them all. At us.

Can we go?

I can't believe you would have shot me

over nothing.

What are you talking about?

You almost killed me.

- When?

- Three times!

- Alright, but not on purpose.

- What do you mean?

Hell, you got big ups from this thing.

Don't pretend it's not

an opportunity for you.

I got nothing from this thing,

except for maybe ten years in Sing Sing.

No, no, no, no...

Hell, I'm still trying to figure out

how I'm going to convince anyone

that I was taken hostage in this

situation.

I told you, I cuff you to the wheel,

I hit you in the face wherever

you'd like,

and you skate.

How many times do I have to tell you?

With 3 million dollars.

No. I either leave that for you

somewhere else,

or wire it to an account.

It's not that complicated.

You're so full of sh*t.

How much further do we got to go

here anyway?

100 miles.

- 100 miles?

- Yes.

We're gonna need gas.

Well we're going in the right direction

for gas.

You've got it all figured out, don't you?

You're God damn right.

Every step of the way.

Rossi.

This is Dr. Henri Bascombe.

Keller. Oh...

You'll never make it.

Oh, no, I think I will.

You want to bet?

How about a little friendly wager?

OK. OK.

So you wanted what was yours.

I understand.

But you took more than that, Keller.

Call it interest. Five years worth.

Look, I realize you're a little upset

with the way things turned out,

but... you know,

we can make it up to you.

So here's what I propose, OK guy?

How about this...

I take your money and you wind up

dead in the desert somewhere

or quivering like a toothache.

What are you talking about?

What, are you off your meds?

You know, there's a certain kind

of animal purity

you can only have with a woman

who's f***ed up.

And when I say "f***ed up"

I'm referring to your wife.

How is the little lady?

That anorexic piece of jet trash.

What the f***? Wha...

Why do you got to talk about my wife,

Keller?

Your wife, you know what she reminded

me of?

She reminded me of a fetus with a

slingshot!

- What the f***? Come on, Keller!

- That's what she looks like to me.

You look like a dwarf.

She looks like a goblin.

Alright? No, she looks like a hose beast.

A hose beast? What the f*** is with you?

A hose beast.

That's a multi-tentacle demon.

Mythological. Anyway, I know your love

is as pure as a cough drop.

You know, but she's a horrible witch.

And I f***ed her.

And I would have rather

f***ed anything than her.

Is that right?

Well how about you go eat sh*t and die,

a**hole!

You're hard on cellphones, aren't ya?

Plenty more where that came from.

So that's the guy? The guy who, um...

turned you into jailhouse p*ssy?

I kept my virtue...

barely, but yes that's him.

Hey uh...

Get some food and water, will you?

- Thanks Dad.

- Get yourself a hat.

- You want something to drink?

- Yeah. Fresca.

- Sweet ride.

- Yeah, it's... not mine.

Fill her up on pump number...

pump... number one.

- I know who you are, mate.

- Hold on now! Whoa!

- Don't move.

- I'm not moving. Come on now.

You take one more step and you're dead.

I'm not.

He looks in, you wave to him.

You tell him to come inside.

You don't want to bring him in here.

- You do what I say.

- Man I'm telling ya...

when he comes in here, very bad things

tend to happen.

Well I might just have to reduce the

odds then.

Hey! Hey! No!

Come out you little bastard!

No, no! Keller!

Hey Roberts! You all shot up in there?

He's gonna shoot me!

- He's gonna f***ing shoot me!

- Oh, cheeky bastard!

That's you. Now he's shooting at you!

Listen, I don't want to kill anybody,

OK?

So why don't you just...

put your gun down,

and get down on the ground, and...

and we'll just drive out of here,

OK?

You still got that bank money with you?

Yeah, we still got it.

You bring me the money, and I

let him go.

- That's a good idea!

- It's in the car.

Alright, this is what we do mate.

One of you get the money. The other

fellow stays here!

You bring me the money

and I let you go!

Did you hear what I said?

Yes! We heard you and we are doing

it right now!

We got a deal or not?

Yes it's a f***ing deal!

Take it easy buddy!

Come on now.

You don't want to do this!

Uh-oh!

No, no... sh*t!

Hold on now!

Hey. OK. Up... up.

Back up. Back up.

Now put the gun down, slowly.

You shot him!

Oh God damn! You shot him!

No, I didn't shoot him.

- He shot himself.

- Oh!

- F***! F***!

- God!

You stupid f***!

Put her in jail for God's sake!

She should get life!

- What happened?

- Another car was stolen.

And she was convinced it was the

same two guys - What happened?

And she was convinced it was the

same two guys

who held up the bank at the Gold Coast.

She ID'd them?

- Yeah, seems that she shot at them.

- She what?

Yeah, she chased them through the

parking area and shot at them.

One of the rounds hit her husband

inside the winery.

I'm pressing charges!

She's a menace to society!

And that's why you cuffed her?

No, I cuffed her because

she kicked me in the nuts.

Did she?

Make and model of the car?

Uh, yeah, a Ford Mustang, 1969, black,

license 999 TBL.

- We should have any trouble finding it.

- And why is that?

It has Star Track installed.

- Great, thanks.

- I'll set it up.

How long until we get a fix on

their position?

We need to get within 5 km of them.

Walker.

Give me the address.

How far away is that from where we are

now? Got it.

60 km from here, petrol station.

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