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- What you doing here?

Well, uh, sort of borrowing the place.

It's all right though, Mitch.

Uh, Bruno knows.

Oh. Well, no, he don't, actually. Um -

He gave me, uh, the keys

a couple of years ago...

and, uh, I had to leave

where I was in a hurry.

And I thought

that Bruno wouldn't mind -

- I wasrt expecting to find anybody here.

- Yeah, well, why should youse?

- Yeah. That's why the gun.

- Yeah, I can see that.

I mean, it's a social call, isn't it?

I mean, uh, you drop in on a friend,

and you know the flat should be empty...

and, uh, you find

this bugger installed here.

Well, naturally you're gonna, uh -

[Chuckles]

Well, I mean, if you're -

if you're carrying one.

Means nothing, eh?

That's clear.

[TVAnnouncer Continues, Indistinct]

Uh...

Australian Rules.

I get 'em sent over every week.

Uh, my name's Harry.

I know Mitch.

Um, I don't know you

though, mate, do I?

- No.

- Oh. I don't know you either.

But, uh, what's in a name?

[Chuckles]

Three friends of, uh, Bruno's -

All friends of Bruno's.

Good old Bruno.

How's it been, Mitch?

My name's Willie Parker.

You've probably

read about me in the paper.

You bastard.

[Harry] I didn't hear that, Mitch.

He's a joker, right?

He's a bloody clown. I swear to you, Mitch.

I never heard his name.

- Willie Parker.

- [Harry] Shut up.

- Shut up! What are you trying to do to me?

- Not trying to do anything to you, Harry.

I don't know you're on a job.

I don't know nothir.

[Chuckles Nervously]

I haven't read the paper.

I'll burn the fuckir paper.

[Lock Turns]

- [Gun C*cks]

- [Gasps]

[Whimpers]

No, look. Don't.

Maggie, I want you

to meet some friends.

Amigos, okay?

Son buenos amigos.

Mi estimado amigo

Mr. Mitchell...

and, uh, these are some other friends.

- Hola.

- [Phone Rings]

Wort be for us.

I don't take calls here.

Look. Why don't we, uh -

Why don't we have a beer, eh?

Nice, cold beer all around.

- Talk this thing out.

- [Ringing Continues]

- I could do with a beer, Mr. Braddock.

- Great.

That's what we need.

And we can sort it all out.

Hmm?

- Nothing for him.

- Oh, let bygones be bygones.

A beer, a chat.

Maggie, tres cervezas. Pronto. Okay?

Sit, sit. Get comfy.

She's called Maggie?

Magdalena Mara victoria Morales.

[Chuckles]

Beautiful, isn't it? But a mouthful.

I call her Maggie.

She's been with me for a year.

Best year I ever had.

How old would you say she was?

I don't give a toss how old she is.

Nineteen?

How about 16?

How about 15?

[Chuckles Nervously]

Not bad for an old fart, is it?

I suppose you're wondering

what she sees in me. Well...

money obviously, but it's more than that.

It's a real bond.

She was in bad shape when I met her.

Beautiful little kid

running wild in the streets.

Comes from an excellent family.

So she tells me.

Brother's a priest. All that.

[Sniffles]

But, you know, death, disaster...

unfortunate investments.

One minute she's a little princess

up in the hill...

next she's down there working the bars,

doing the best she can.

This is Spain.

- Why don't you shut up?

- I can't!

[Footsteps Approaching]

Did you know

I'd moved to Madrid, Mitch?

Mitch and me are old mates from Rome.

He helped some associates of mine

with a problem they were having.

You know how it is. A few greedy buggers

messing it up for everybody else.

Well, old Mitch come in one weekend...

sorted it out.

- Gracias.

- Oi.

De nada.

I'll just leave it here.

Whenever you're ready, Mitch.

Car keys?

Uh, the garage has got 'em, Mitch.

Uh, I've been using the car a little bit.

I thought Bruno would be glad to have

the motor turned over once in a while.

If you want the car,

have to phone down for it.

- Tell them to bring it round.

- Right. Sure.

[Harry Speaking Spanish]

[Spanish]

Bringing it straight round, Mitch.

It's a white Mercedes.

I know what it is.

Carburetor's a bit dicey.

I was gonna have it serviced, but I didn't.

You leaving straightaway?

Oh, that's too bad.

Madrid's a fabulous city, and the...

Go on.

Hey.

I don't deserve this, Mitch.

Do you like...

the girl?

- Maggie?

- Mmm.

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

I mean, she's got a hell of a temper

sometimes, but we get along.

I think I finally struck it lucky.

Gonna have to take her, Harry.

Best I can do for you.

Well, it'll shut me up.

That's for sure.

Not that I'd, you know -

I appreciate it, Mitch.

How long will you keep her?

She'll be all right.

She's a good kid.

I guess I was just in the wrong place,

wrong time.

Yeah.

Get the girl.

We're taking her with us.

- Eh?

- Is that gonna work, Mr. Braddock?

Get the girl!

You, the bags.

[Maggie Groaning]

Harry. Harry!

Harry.

[Speaking Spanish]

- Harry!

- You.

Tell this whore

that we're just about to go out...

and if she doesn't behave herself,

then I'm gonna get very angry.

I don't think I need to tell her.

Good.

[Maggie Sobbing]

[Door Closes]

[Muffled Groan]

- [Muffled Whimper]

- That's enough.

I'm sure true love will see us through.

Even with a reward.

- Wait.

- [Myron] Mr. Braddock.

Wait.

I didn't talk to 'em, Mitch.

Didrt have time.

Fair old reward though, isn't it?

Have to be careful.

Want a drink?

Shall we watch the game?

[Man Announcing Game, Indistinct]

That's my team, Mitch.

Hawthorn.

They're losing.

[Lighter Clicks]

[Announcer] Two points for Edwards

at the seven-and-a-half minute mark...

of the second, uh, quarter

of the elimination final for 1983...

and, uh, the Blues

still bouncing back.

[Announcer Continues, Indistinct]

[Car Door Opens]

Everything all right, Mr. Braddock?

[Engine Starts]

Aw, look.

She's terrified.

Don't worry.

You're - You're in safe hands.

She doesn't understand

a word I'm saying.

- [Willie] Do you want me to translate?

- No.

She's a pretty little thing, isn't she?

She's wasted on that Aussie.

Now you'd have thought

he'd taught her a bit of English.

- Do you speak any English?

- Qu?

English. Do you speak any English?

Oh. Yes. English.

Fair dinkum.

Jesus. I'm horny.

[Willie Chuckles]

Well, it's comir along.

I think she's taken a fancy to me.

#[Flamenco, Up-tempo]

Wait here.

#[Singers Shouting]

Out. Come on. Out.

Qu pasa?

#[Man Singing In Spanish]

[Spanish]

#[Continues]

- [Braddock Grunts]

- [Spanish]

[Screams]

[Sobs]

No!

- Oh!

- [Myron] What are you doing?

[Sobbing]

What does it look like I'm doing?

We can't take her with us,

and we can't let her go.

- [Sobbing]

- Oye!

- Por qu?

- Mira. Margarita.

As es la vida.

[Sobs]

Por qu?

[Myron] But what about Harry?

He'll talk as soon as he finds out.

- Harry's dead.

- [Willie Speaking Spanish]

- What?

- So we don't need her.

You. Get away from her.

[Maggie]

No.

No. No!

[Sobbing Softly]

[Sobbing]

Take 'em both to the car.

[Car Door Closes]

He should have killed them both

together in the flat.

I don't know.

It's supposed to be quick, clean work.

Look at him now.

Australians, women.

It's not his fault.

It's an accident.

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