The Hard Word Page #6

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Arnhem Land crocodile sausages.

You've got to be kidding, right?

Sorry, sir. We seem to be out of

what you ordered.

But, er, may I offer you this

instead?

Compliments of the house.

Grange Hermitage, 1 986.

That's very generous of you.

Ah!

The place is charming, mate.

it's rustic. it's really nice.

Menu's a bit limited.

Oh! We're famous for our sausages.

People come from all over the place,

you know.

On holidays?

Honeymoon.

Oh, you didn't hear?

Well, we don't hear much out here.

That's the whole idea.

Matter of fact, I came to see

an old mate about a job.

I think the old mate's retired, mate.

Well, Im sure

the old mate will reconsider

once he's heard the proposition.

I wouldnt be wasting his time,

would I, sweetheart?

No, love. You're always

right on the money.

I say we do this job. Forget any of

that other bullshit ever happened.

Forget you wanted to kill me?

So, now you're gonna make me rich?

Do yourself a favour.

it's all in there -

flight plans, security schedules.

But an airport? I mean, it's very

tricky. A lot of cops at an airport.

it's not a problem.

I have the ultimate inside man.

He is our passport to $1 00 million.

Wow! That's a lot of

f***in' money, isn't it?

And...where do you hide

that kind of money?

it won't be shoved up a cow's arse,

that's for f***in' sure.

You're a funny guy, Frank.

How would you be

without a sense of humour? Huh?

You'd be f***ed.

All we have to do is get it

out of the room, onto the plane.

My guy flies it out of the country.

We're back in business.

I don't...I don't know.

I mean, Im pretty happy here,

minding my own business, you know.

Well, I think

I can help you with that.

I know a couple of Melbourne bookies

who might like to come up

for a nice, quiet weekend.

Oh, I get you.

I get you.

Well, Id have to

talk to the boys first, of course.

How are the boys?

Never better.

He got the Melbourne money.

He told you he got it?

Oh, in his own sweet little way.

How did he know where to find it?

Oh, he's a clever bastard, alright.

it really shits me.

Tracking us all the way here

just to rub it in our faces.

He is just being Frank. He can't

help himself. He has to f*** you.

Im sick of getting f***ed.

Im never getting f***ed ever again.

We're gettin' f***ed right now.

Ah, f***!

it's a lot of money, though.

As if we would ever see any of it.

Tch!

Are you thinkin' what Im thinkin'?

Sh*t, you reckon?

All these years

and no one ever got hurt.

Bloody shame.

Ill do it.

Nah, Ill do it.

I don't mind. Just another animal.

Can I?

Id love to see

the look on his face.

Maybe we should all do it.

Im doin' it.

We should have done it

a long time ago.

Are you right to do

the both of them?

Ugh!

I always said you were a sport.

Didn't I always say that?

Yeah, you did.

You've always said that.

I always said

you were a scheming b*tch.

Shane, Im not going anywhere,

so we might as well get along,

unless you want to be next.

Next of what?

Lookin' forward to gettin' back to work.

itll be like the old days,

knockin' off Angie's big shop

for a bag of lollies.

And we won't have to share it

with Frank anymore.

Will we, mate?

Have you got my table six?

No, we won't. Will we?

Hey!

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