The Hard Word Page #5

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it's not for sale.

Ill give you double

what you paid for it, in cash.

No.

Oh, bloody hell. Triple?

Are you deaf? No!

Well give you anything.

Anything you want if you just...

help us, love.

What's the rush?

Our brother's real sick.

We've got to get him to hospital.

Yeah. He's not too flash.

What?

You smell better

than Christmas dinner.

I must be crazy. Get in.

Nice work, mate!

Go on!

What are you staring at?

The most beautiful woman

Ive ever seen in my whole life.

You must be drunk.

Im...

Im drunk.

Im completely sh*t-faced.

I haven't touched a single drop.

Blind, then.

Ohh, sh*t, I sat on your hat.

You know what that cost?

Ill pay you back. Honest.

Yeah, when - next Christmas?

No, really. Here.

Jesus!

Er, yeah, we had a pretty good day

at the races. How'd you go?

Hospital. Which one?

Er...it's in Sydney.

Ill take you to the airport.

Oh, no, thanks. I get a bit funny

on aeroplanes.

Train, then.

No, we've had enough on the train.

if you're not gonna sell us your car,

the least you could do

is drive us to Sydney.

Hmm, my lucky day -

he's blind, you're deaf.

Well, have you got

anything better to do?

Im going home.

Im gonna get more sh*t-faced

and then if I can walk straight,

I will go back to work tomorrow.

Yeah? What do you do?

Im a meteorologist.

That's amazing.

So am I.

What do you guys do, really?

Ah, well tell you

on the way to Sydney.

I am not driving you to Sydney.

Oh, yes, you are, love.

Yes, you bloody well are.

Please?

You said you were a meteorologist.

You're a f***ing liar.

Ive never heard it

put like that before

but that's what I am, baby -

a meat man.

But butchering and meteorology

are two very different things.

No, butcher - meat.

Meateorology.

Good evening and welcome to Lateline.

I'm Tony Jones.

First to the robbery

that stopped the nation:

Police in Melbourne

say they've no fresh leads

on the gang responsible for

the biggest and bloodiest theft

in Australian criminal history:

Six people are dead

including to of the robbers

and to people were wounded

in what 's already being called

the Melbourne Cup Massacre:

A VRC spokesman says

at least $ 10 million was stolen.

Carol...

Where are you?

Halfway between f***ing Melbourne

and Sydney.

You alright?

No, Im not alright.

it's all turned to sh*t.

Well, you better come home then.

Yeah, righto.

Got a couple of things

to take care of first.

See you tomorrow night.

Whatever the amount stolen.

the question reMalns

how did the thieves penetrate

the heavy security screen

and then disappear

virtually unnoticed?

For the latest from the scene.

we'll cross now to Fiona McCallum.

Hey, just pull in up here, mate.

A cow.

Cow, yeah.

He's thinkin'.

He's always thinkin'.

I noticed that.

Hey, listen, love, how'd you like

to grab a milkshake or something?

Yeah.

Alright, then.

Do you want anything?

A pie and a Pepsi.

Keep an eye on the car, won't ya?

You're gone on her, aren't you, mate?

Head over f***in' heels, mate.

Im feeling things I only seen on TV.

Nice tits.

Yeah.

What?

P:
A: There are at least 1 2 breeds

of cattle in the modern meat industry:

Oh, Id like a cappuccino

and a pie and a Pepsi...

OK, love.

Well leave this one, eh?

Phew!

Ready? Come on, come on, come on!

Let's grab something to eat, eh?

Hello?

Victoria Police.

Sh*t!

No... Yeah, sorry.

Ive got the wrong number.

Are you sure?

Yep.

Hey! Mal!

Mal!

Thought I was onto a winner there

for once.

No way.

Had her odds-on.

She was never a chance.

What about her saying

she was a meteorologist?

Can you beat that?

Easy. Forget about her.

I already have.

Hey.

Here's your pocket money.

Come on, Mal.

Sweetheart.

Carol?

Nah, mate! it's the big bad wolf!

You fancy me, Frank?

Or do you like it better

with some lippy, hey?

You've been on a trip, Frank.

What the f***

do you think you're doing, eh?

You don't point a gun at a mate.

And you'd be the worlds

leading expert on mateship.

Come on.

You blokes did alright out of me. Eh?

We're square.

Ill get some beers and...

F*** the beers.

You nicked our dough.

You screwed Dales missus.

You were planning to

bump 'em all off too.

You're one cold bastard, Frank.

She's in on this.

She's here.

Carol!

Sit down!

We made you, Frankie.

We gave you the biggest

green light in history

then you go and f*** us over

on the big one.

It was a one-off. It was Melbourne.

It was Melbourne.

I had to go with the local blokes.

Power of attorney?

We're gonna manage

your estate for you.

Make sure the right people

get taken care of.

By way of a f***ing change.

Sign it.

We're supposed to take care

of each other, Frank.

But you only took care of yourself.

Sign it!

Nah.

Nah.

I:

if you're gonna shoot, go ahead.

Im not signing anything.

Argghhhh!

That hurt.

Argh!

Does that hurt twice as much?

F***!

Arrggh!

Now, sign it.

Wanna know what really hurts?

F***!

F***.

Jesus!

Oh, look at your poor feet.

Ohh.

F*** that.

Where's Dale?

I dunno...

Bullshit!

it's only f***ing bullshit!

Frank, it's the truth.

He knows about us. He hates me.

Now, come on, this is hurtin'.

I still think you set me up.

Look, I know Im a c*nt.

Im not a psychopath.

Come on, uncuff me, will you?

You f***in'...

Oh, f***.

Where are the f***in' keys?

Ill go away with you. OK?

France.

Stick out like bloody dog's balls.

You got a better idea?

Brazil.

Brazil?

No extradition.

it's got that going for it.

Brazil would be fun.

That's what it's got going for it.

Oh. Speaking of dog's balls.

Always good to get home

and see that nothing's changed.

Nothing has.

Yeah, right.

Shoot yourself in the foot, mate?

Where's the money?

Ooh, I stuck it up a cow's arse.

Yeah?

Hope you washed your hands after.

Funny business in the bedroom.

Tell me about it.

So what are we gonna do?

We could keep it simple

and shoot each other.

Only your gun's never loaded, is it?

I never usually wanna hurt anyone.

Or we could do a deal.

Oh, we could

if you had anything I wanted.

Well, Im off.

So have a lovely holiday, won't you?

Give me a chance to explain.

No, I don't think so.

Carol!

Listen to me, Dale.

What are you doing?

Will you just look at me, please?

it's too late, Carol.

There's nothing left.

How can you say that?

Dale, I love you.

We...we fit together.

Right, well,

Ill try and remember that

when Im thinking about your mouth

wrapped around Frank's cock.

it's not about Frank,

you f***ing idiot.

if it wasn't for me, Frank wouldve

gotten rid of you ages ago.

You're so naive, aren't you?

Yeah?

How's that, Dale?

it's because of you

that Frank wanted to f***ing kill me

in the first place!

Yeah, well, maybe I shouldve

f***in' let him kill you!

F***!

OK, turn over, luv.

Ill do your front.

That's lovely. You can squeeze them

as hard as you like.

Id like to try

the Chateau Tizac, please.

Number 19?

Number 19.

Thank you, sir.

Gibson Desert goanna snags.

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