Son of a Gun Page #4

Eyes to the ground now!

Keep your f***in' head down!

- Kid, keep your eyes on him!

- You alright?

Is it four or five minutes

to set?

Uh, five minutes.

You f***ing idiot!

Watch them.

What the f*** is going on here?

He was going for the door!

Ah! F***!

Alright, alright.

Stop your bleating. We have to

keep the pressure on, alright?

I'm gonna tighten it now.

One, two, three.

Your job is to keep that tight.

Keep pressure there.

Babysit this piece of sh*t,

will you?

If he tries anything,

f***ing shoot him!

Don't turn your back on them.

Never turn your f***ing back.

- You're f***ing dead!

- Shut up!

Put your f***ing mask back on,

d*ckhead.

- I didn't...

- Shut up!

Hey, boys, the Jacks are onto

us. The airways have lit up.

Switch to plan B.

OK, cool 'em down.

Move! Move! Move! Move!

Come on,

let's f***ing move! Move!

OK, come on, let's go.

- Join the others.

- We've got them.

- Come and get us.

- On my way.

- OK, let's do it.

- Go get the other bag.

Let's go, come on.

Move, move, move.

Go, go!

Don't shoot!

They've got guns!

Don't shoot! They've got guns!

They've got guns!

- Don't shoot!

- Hold your fire!

Don't shoot!

They've got f***ing guns!

F***ing move!

- Let's go! Come on!

- Move!

OK, go!

F***! F***!

Sh*t! Put pressure on it!

Put pressure on it! Push it!

It's his guts. I don't know

what I'm f***ing pressing on!

Hang on, Sterlo.

Josh, can you help?

You're alright, Sterlo.

You'll be alright.

C'mon, put your foot down!

Bastards!

F***in' lose 'em, Chris!

Ah, sh*t! I'm empty.

Hang on, Sterlo.

You're alright.

It's OK. It's OK. It's OK.

F***!

My little girl, she gets my cut.

Oh, f***!

Hold on!

SOMBRE PIANO:

Hold on.

About f***ing time.

This piece of sh*t

took me off the gold,

and broke my f***ing nose!

- Get in the car.

- F***ing amateur!

- Come here, Josh.

- What the f*** happened?

- You're all over the news!

- Your nephew happened.

I took my eye off him

for one second.

I told you, put him

on the gold with you!

Yeah, and I told you

this was my operation.

I gave him a gun,

he f***ing shot someone!

You want him

out of the car or...?

No, leave him in there.

- I'm sorry about your mate.

- Oh, that's very nice of you.

I'm sure that's a sentiment

that'll be shared by his wife.

- How many bars you get?

- Six.

Six? Is good.

We're all rich.

Put them... put them in the car.

Clean up. Burn the car. I'll cut

the gold into smaller pieces.

Drop your share off tonight.

You can fence it yourself

or use my guy in Melbourne.

Alright.

MELANCHOLY MUSIC

Should we say anything?

Goodbye, Sterlo.

Where you're going,

they don't give parole.

- Hi.

- Can I come in?

Yes.

I could go a cuppa.

Sure. I'll put on the kettle.

How do you take it?

Black. No sugar.

Sam said I could teach you not

to keep secrets... Arrgh!

Oh!

From Tasha.

'Run. Sam set you up. '

F***! Keep going, keep going.

- Yeah?

- Why did you do it?

I don't know who I'm talking to.

Yeah, you're damn right

about that.

Keep an eye on the street.

Albert Jones.

This is it.

I know this is not a fortune,

but this will buy us

some help in Melbourne.

What's in Melbourne?

That's where Sam

turns gold into money.

Enter One

After a storm

I want to be brave

And keep you warm

Not fade away

As we float from the shore

Into the light

Into the unknown

Like thousands of lanterns

Glowing with grace

In glorious silence

Descending through space

To a friend

A sister in need...

You said your mates organised

a handover to the Russian mob

tomorrow or the next day, right?

Well, this is where my mate

reckons it's gonna happen.

Port Melbourne.

This intersection.

This is the time.

You know it?

Pay him.

- Thank you.

- Cheers.

Police are appealing

for witnesses

after the discovery

of a burnt-out car

- in Kalgoorlie...

- You're on TV.

...the LandCruiser was found

in an abandoned pit

belonging to

the KB Mining Corporation.

Police believe

the car is linked to

convicted bank robber and

prison escapee Brendan Lynch

and 19-year-old

Jesse-Ryan White.

Investigators say

they're the chief suspects

in a brazen robbery two days ago

that netted more than

$10 million worth of gold.

F*** off!

That's more than twice

what we took.

Everyone's ripping off everyone,

eh?

Isn't that right?

What are you trying to say?

Go out and get us some takeaway,

will you?

Post this while you're out.

- What is it?

- Dead man's cut.

It's for Sterlo's wife.

Post it your f***ing self.

You do as you're told.

You f***ing...

F*** off, you f***ing arsehole.

Say f***ing mercy!

- Say f***ing mercy!

- F*** you!

Say. F***ing. Mercy!

Mercy. Mercy, mercy, mercy.

Where do you get off

blowing a fuse like that?

I'm done with this sh*t.

Find yourself another monkey.

What are you gonna do, eh?

Run off with that stupid cow?

- You don't know sh*t.

- You say that like you do!

I've seen too many good men

do time for birds like that.

You stupid idiot!

Only two races of people in this

world. Did you know that?

Some scientist looked way, way

back in our evolution

and he discovered that

all humans come from

just two kinds of monkey - the

chimpanzee and the bonobo.

They're almost

indistinguishable.

They're both primates,

but have completely different

characteristics.

The chimp, if it's threatened

or scared, will fight

and in some cases

even kill its own.

But the bonobo, they just

huddle together and f***.

Yeah, yeah,

you're a lover or a fighter.

The bonobo are almost extinct.

You need to figure out

which species you are.

And you'd better do it quickly.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

Once this job comes off,

we have to vanish.

I mean, completely disappear.

You can't do that

with a girl in tow.

They can't disconnect.

There's always someone

they got to get a message to.

TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC

Don't make

the same mistakes I made.

You've got to trust me on this,

JR.

The only woman I ever loved

got me ten years

without even trying.

That should be enough

to get her off your back.

Tell her it's just for

a couple of weeks,

but you have to

do this thing solo.

Oh, f***!

Tasha!

Tasha, what are you doing?

For f***'s sake. Tasha...

- Let me...

- Hear me out for a...

- ...f***ing second, OK?

- Let me go...

Please...

listen to me for a second!

You're losing your grip,

Brendan.

Kids, Chinese takeaway.

Your mate Sam

has put a hit on you.

Aye, it figures.

How much am I worth, huh?

What is it, 2,000?

Well, that's...

like $100 a day.

No, no, no. It's not like that.

It's not like that!

OK, it's too dangerous

for you here.

Meet me on the Central Coast

after we've done the job.

- Sure! Like he told you to.

- I need to see this through.

Tasha, we need the money

from this next job.

And you think

he's gonna give it to you?

Huh?

Haven't you figured this out?

Why the hell do you think

he keeps you around?

He just needs some kid

he can throw his sh*t on.

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