The Hard Word Page #4

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...we knock off the Melbourne Cup.

No sh*t?

Well...where will you sell it?

Not the Cup, the money.

The bookies' money. F***!

How much money?

At least $10 million.

Depends what wins.

Long shot comes in,

the bookies clean up,

could be 20 million bucks.

Course there's lots of people

to pay off.

F***...

We don't like to work

with other people.

Ive told you that.

This job's way too big

for you three.

Im guessing that Kelly

and O'Riordan are not part of this.

No, mate. it's Melbourne.

Yeah, right. Melbourne. Yeah.

Very wide betting

as we await the start of the Cup:

You boys relax, take it easy.

Fix yourself a drink.

'Cause come six oclock, you'll be

more cashed up than Kerry Packer.

Frank.

What's going on out there?

Oh, Frank's just explaining

to our new friends

how they've got to kill us

when we get the money.

Which is pretty funny really,

'cause I was thinking...

Dale, Shane, Mal.

G'day, fellas.

This is Paul.

Tarzan.

Tarzan.

This is last year.

Exactly the same set-up this time.

After the race, the bookies

all come back to a hotel in the city

to have a piss-up, settle their bets.

Im in business

with the head of the security company

that runs the whole thing.

Shane and Tarzan, youll take care of

the surveillance cameras.

Dale, Mal, you handle the bookies.

Ah, excuse me, sir. I think

you might've gone a bit mad.

There's only four of us.

Five. There's five of us.

Fine. Five. Ill even count you,

Frank. That's six.

There's about 6 million

f***ing armed guards on that video.

I reckon there's a fair chance

every cop in Melbourne

will be listening to a radio.

Told you - we got an inside man.

it's all figured out.

Oh. I must have missed that bit.

Sorry. Im a bit f***ing thick

sometimes, you know.

You ever had a f***-up before?

We've never got too greedy before.

Let's just wait till we get there, OK?

The bloke getting you into the room

will give you the run-down.

That's your horse there, Dale.

Navarone.

That one? 42?

No. 24, black and blue.

F***ing rubbish.

They 're just about set to go

in the Melbourne Cup:

Starter 's got a pretty good line:

Just about ready:

Moving towards the middle gate:

Horse settles down again:

They 're ready to run

in the Melbourne Cup:

Stand by for the start:

Boys left town this morning.

Frank was with them.

Something's going on.

Well, Ive got no idea

where they are.

Really nice garden, Carol.

Thanks, Kelly.

Do it all yourself?

Oh, you know me.

Yes, I do.

Cheers.

Starting at big odds of 50 to 1:

50 to 1? Sh*t.

You won the sweep, mate.

Life is full of surprises, isn't it?

400 bucks. Can I use that?

Good for all of us, eh? Fantastic.

it's all coming together.

I can see how it could all be

coming together for you, Frank.

Particularly if you were to

piss off with all the money

and then piss off with my wife.

Jesus, Dale, eh?

Who's gone mad now?

You are f***ing her, aren't you?

Feeling nervous before the big one,

mate? That's not like you.

it's not just me.

Shane thinks you're f***ing her.

Your faith in Shane's

powers of clairvoyance is touching.

Very touching.

Dale...

Come on, Frankie, you can tell me.

You are, aren't ya?

Let's talk about this later.

No, f*** that.

Let's talk about it now.

Alright. Im not f***ing her.

Ooh, he's not f***ing her.

I swear, I wanna...

I hate that butcher talk bullshit.

Tell him to speak English.

Speak English, Shane.

Sorry, Frank.

Frank, Im gonna kill you.

insanity runs in the family, mate.

How can you do it to me?

How can you f***ing do it to me?

Exactly! How could I? What kind of

low bastard do you take me for?

The f***in' lowest of the low,

you c*nt.

Oi! That's enough. Hey!

Come on, you f***ing bastard.

F*** off!

F***!

Oh, f***!

Next one of you wankers

says a bloody word,

Ill blow his bloody brains out.

Right?

What?

Feel better, mate?

Everyone here?

Everybody.

Right.

The bookies all arrive

in 10 minutes.

They go straight up to their room

under escort.

You two - my bookies,

Ill take you in last,

just as they're settling in.

You other two,

you're doing the security room.

Your job is to shut down

the video surveillance system

and make sure you get all the tapes.

We don't want any faces on TV

when the sh*t hits the fan.

The object of this exercise

is to be rich.

We do not want to be famous.

There's a touch pad on the door.

Today's code.

Two guards -

cuff 'em, do the business.

What's the matter with him?

He's just feeling a bit funny.

Hell be right.

You think you can handle that?

I can handle anything.

Good.

And one more thing, gentlemen,

most important -

nobody gets hurt.

No one ever gets hurt, mate.

Im glad to hear that.

These are the hotel floor plans.

Now, while you gentlemen are

doing your jobs, Ill be doing mine.

The guards will be pulled away

from the bookies' room

Long enough

for you to get the money.

And then Ill also make sure

your escape route's clear.

Coffee, anyone?

Concentrate, mate.

Great day for the race.

Yeah.

Sorry.

Hey.

This it?

Can't you read, d*ckhead?

See that? "Surveillance'.

Course I can f***ing read.

Give me that.

Hey! Im in charge here.

Idiot.

F***!

Who is it?

Let me in.

You have to enter the code.

It doesn't bloody work.

Do it or bugger off.

F***!

No guns.

I like guns, d*ckhead.

Slaveman from Kandahar:

Then further back

with Sausage Sizzle:

Macaroni's coming:

He 's going to come home

from the outside in the Melbourne Cup.

Let me just have your attention,

please, ladies and gentlemen.

Stick 'em up.

You too, fellas.

Hey.

That way.

You right?

Let's keep this simple.

Id like you all to lay on the floor,

face down, slowly.

Cuff yourselves together.

Don't be afraid.

We've done this many times before.

if you stay calm, no one will

get hurt. isn't that right, mate?

No one will get hurt

as long as you stay calm.

Come on, down we go, nice and slowly.

That's the way.

You too, love.

Good. Leave the mobile phone, mate.

Good man.

What's your name, buddy?

N-Norbert.

Norbert?

Ive got a little job for you,

Norbert.

We've got bodies up here, Frank.

Lots of f***ing bodies!

One of your stupid f***ing morons

is blowing people away!

Alright, then, mate.

What's happening?

Someone got hurt.

F***!

Eyes closed, please. Head down.

Good on you, Norbert.

Close the door, mate, won't you?

Watch out.

Put it down. Put it down.

Where you been, mate?

Tarzan went apeshit.

Come on, fellas, let's go.

Don't shoot me.

Where the f*** are they?

I can't...

F***!

I said nobody gets hurt.

F***.

This way.

What? Are you alright?

Get over!

Well, what's happened?

Bugger the f***ers!

Youll lose the money.

F***!

Oi! Dale.

Come on, mate.

There!

Oh, f*** off!

Out!

What am I supposed to do?

You gotta go and shoot the bastards.

Come on, mate.

F***.

Let's go.

Come on.

Yes, Frank...

F***!

F***.

Whoo!

Oh!

'Scuse me, love.

What?

Id like to buy your car.

Oh! Um, I just bought it yesterday.

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