Mad Bastards

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You gotta put the fuel

in first, d*ckhead!

Uh, fuel from the lawnmower.

- Oh, sweet.

- Here's a better one.

F***in' fuel, fuel, fuel.

Come on, Bug.

Pour it in. Come on, guys.

Where's the rag?

Where's the rag?

Give me that.

And be careful, now, Bug.

Light it up.

Oh! Here we go, boys!

Here we go!

Come on, give it here.

Oh! Mad bastard!

Come on, Bullet! Come on!

Gotcha!

Bullet! Jeez, boy!

What were you thinking?

Eh?

Uncle Texas!

What the hell? What's going on?

Bullet! It WAS you! What the f***

do you think you're doing?!

- What do you care?

- What?!

What... what's happening?

What's... what's going on?

You stink.

Nella.

Nella, give me back

my f***in' cigarettes, hey?

F*** off, you mob!

My son could be going to jail!

Uncle Tex...

what's gonna happen

to my baby?

Got to find a place

to hide my head

A shady billabong

Crash out on a cyclone bed

Maybe time will right the wrongs

But nothing really matters

In the season of the lullin'

Yeah, nothing really matters

When you're rolling on the run

Drifting off in dreamland

Cops and journos on my trail

Trying to pin me down

with slander

Trying to haul me off to jail

But nothing really matters

In the season of the lullin'

No, nothing really matters

When you're rolling on the run.

When you're rolling on the run.

Raise your arms.

Turn around.

What's this, then?

Well, what do you reckon it is?

You know the rules.

F***in' men in uniform, unna?

Your brother's waiting.

He's my blood, bro.

Just like you.

Mum won't even let him talk to me.

They brought him in here

to visit you, or what?

What do you reckon?

Mum and Candy grow him up now.

They probably tell him his dad's dead.

- So, how old's yours now?

- My what?

I thought you went up there

to visit him.

Yeah. I was gonna.

But it's a long f***in' way.

I've just got one thing to say to you.

Don't leave it too late, Thomas.

Here.

I made it myself.

Woodwork class.

Yeah, well, I can see that.

It's Dylan's birthday this weekend.

He turns six.

Oh, no. No, bro. No way.

Come on, bro. Just take it to him.

He's at Mum's.

True, brother, Mum don't like me

more than she don't like you.

TJ. Kudda.

Please.

Shirl...

what's all this stuff here?

That's for that Five Rivers men's group

you wanted to start up.

What do they need?

Uh, just the infrastructure cost.

Oh... pretty much, we need...

sausages and...

- Yep.

- bread and...

butter and tomato sauce and...

Yeah.

They like an informal

environment, you know?

Just somewhere to sit down and talk

and have something to eat.

That's all they need.

How's the homework going, bub?

Good.

Won't be long, bud.

For f***'s sake!

Mum! Shithead's here.

- G'day, Mum.

- What do you want?

I've been to see Mick.

What do you think you're doing?

Don't you go bringing

your dirty business around here.

You know, I went to see Mick.

He made this for Dylan

for his birthday.

Solid, huh?

- He's got a nerve.

- What the f***...?

I don't want you boys

around my grandson.

Come on. Mum!

Get!

F***!

- What are you guys doing?

- Nothing.

Got any drink?

- Nah, not mine.

- Nah, it's the last one.

Come on, give me a f***in' drink.

What the f***? Get the f*** off me.

I just want a f***in' drink of beer!

- It's f***in' hot out here.

- F***in' too bad!

Well, the boys are down there.

Want to go see them?

Yeah.

Thank you, boys, for coming.

You blokes had a good feed?

Yeah? That's good.

This is our first...

men's group meeting,

and I'd like to welcome you all here.

The reason I wanted to get this going

is to bring men together,

sit down and have a talk.

You want to talk about

marriage problem,

you know, alcohol problem,

all that sort of thing.

And this is about... making you...

sort of, feel a little bit important,

so you don't feel like

no-one care about you.

Well, to kick it off,

I might just sort of ask

if anyone want to say anything.

Any of you boys want to...

talk about something that...

that you want to get off your chest?

- Hey!

- Hey!

We only just started

and we've run out already.

Bring that stuff inside.

Hey! Spider! Howthe f*** are you?

Yeah, good, brother.

- TJ, look who's here.

- Spider.

- How are you going, mate?

- How are you going, bud?

- Yeah, always good, yeah.

- When did you get out?

- About two months.

- Solid. Staying under the radar?

They've got a tight leash on me,

the parole dogs. You get that.

What were you pushing in there?

Weights?

- Me best, son.

- Yeah, straight out.

Come on!

You've got to pay attention.

Youse are getting flogged.

Eh? They reckon you're the man

around here, mate.

I find it very hard to believe.

Shot!

- You DO want it!

- No, I don't!

You've been acting

like this all night!

- Get outta my f***in' house!

- You're just a f***in' slut!

What do you f***in' think

you're doing?!

- Oi!

- F*** off!

- Come here!

- Don't touch me!

Come here!

Don't miss that.

Oh! Look at that one.

- Just letting you catch up.

- The 50's in the wallet, Eddie.

The 50's in the wallet, mate.

Hey, hey, hey!

Settle down, settle down!

- Come on, come on!

- Hey, hey, hey! Let go!

Another lucky shot, mate. Jesus!

You're playing the game

of your life, mate.

You're playing

the game of your life.

Huh? You're on fire.

Hey! Nella! Nella!

Come on! Break it up!

You bastard!

You useless prick!

F*** you! Hey?

TJ, what are you doin'

picking on your little mate?

Hey?

F***! TJ!

Get out of here,

you f***in' arsehole!

Get out of here, you f***in' bastard!

Get him! Get him off me!

F*** him up, bro!

F*** him up!

F*** him up, brother!

- Uncle Texas!

- Bullet! Get back in the yard!

Uncle Texas! Uncle Texas!

Damien! Damien, that's enough!

- Uncle Texas, look here!

- Joseph, that's enough.

- Uncle Texas, look here...

- Nella, get back in that yard!

Now, you two, f*** off now!

Otherwise somebody's getting

locked up.

Get out of here. Now!

Alright, that's it. Nella!

No! No! F*** you! F*** you!

F*** you, arsehole!

Keep going, boys.

Keep walking down that way.

You mob, get.

Bullet.

Get back down to my place.

You're not staying here tonight.

Go on.

Look, Aunty, I hate to do this to you...

But, TJ, why do you

want to go all the way up there?

You haven't even

been there before. Hey?

'Cause I got f***in' nowhere else to go.

Oh, TJ, you're such a mess.

Listen to you.

You've just gotta sit down

and sort yourself out for once.

Aunty, I know what I've gotta do

and I'm doing it.

But... Mum won't even see me,

and... I've got no money.

- TJ, TJ.

- Are you able to help me out?

Listen, TJ, I'll put

some money into your account.

But please be careful up there, bub.

Yeah, Aunty.

Just remember I love you

and my prayers will always be with you.

You know, Aunty, I love you so much.

You've always been there for me.

You got swimming today, babe?

- Yeah.

- Yep.

How was your night, babe?

Oh, flat out.

- Bloody chaos.

- Yep.

Had a big blue

at bloody Nella's place last night.

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