It's about legacy, and I understand that now.
Work hard, dream big, until you triumph.
-[kids laughing, chattering] -And get these on, okay?
-That one. -That one? All right.
So, when he rocks up, all you got to do
is say you want to see the guns first, okay?
How's that? No, that way?
Yeah? Okay, good.
-Go and annoy your mum, angel. -GIRL: Mum, I want to play.
Doesn't matter what he wants to do.
-You've got to see the guns. -All right.
Now, guys, you got to be aggressive.
Can't be fucking around with this guy.
We got to fuck him up.
If we don't, he's gonna start thinking
he can come back at us, and we don't want that.
-GIRL: Daddy! -Why don't we just knock him?
Why knock him if we don't need to?
Trust me, if we do this right, this motherfucker's
not gonna come back at us.
Hey, blood capsules, yeah? Fake blood.
Whack two in your gob. Put 'em in the corner of your mouth.
That way, when we start to give you a bit of a touch-up,
you can bite down on 'em, make it look like
-we've gone to town on you. -Jesus, mate.
I don't really like the sound of that, to be honest.
Don't be a fucking pussy. We're not gonna
fucking hurt you. We got to make it look good
so they don't think it's a fucking set-up.
[kids shouting]
Okay.
-Have you got that? -Yeah.
-Are we good? -Yeah.
-[splashing] -[laughing]
-WOMAN: Good job, honey. -CHILD: No.
[insects chirping]
[engine rumbling]
-[brakes squeak] -[engine stops]
[doors open]
-How youse going? -Good, mate. How you doing?
Not too bad.
How you want to do it?
Well, you show me the toys, I'll get you the cash.
All right.
[grunts] Have a look.
Happy?
Righto.
-Get on the fucking ground, pal! -Whoa, whoa!
Don't you move. Don't you fucking move!
-Get the fuck on the ground! -All right, mate.
Get the fuck down now!
-On the ground, you cunt! -Get down now!
-Get the fuck down! -Down there, you...
[grunting]
-Abracadabra! Get the fuck down! -[grunting]
-Oh! Oh, fuck. -I told you to get on the fucking ground, you...
-[grunting] -Get on the fucking ground, bro!
-Fuck you! -[groans]
-[grunting] -[shouting]
GRAHAM: Grab the fucking bag.
Stay the fuck down!
I've got the guns. I've got the guns. Let's go!
-[grunts] -Hurry up!
Let's get out of here. Fuck you. Stay down, there, you fuck!
[moans]
[coughing]
-[car doors thud] -[engine starts]
-[car departs] -Oh...
Shit, boys. Fuck.
You right, mate? Mate?
Oh... come on, mate.
We got to get you out of here, mate.
Come on. I'll get you up. I'll get you up.
[grunts] Come on, come on.
Come on, mate. I'll get you back to the car.
[groans]
Here. Come on.
There you go.
Get your legs up. Oh, fuck.
Oh. Oh, shit. Mate, come on.
Hey, mate, we got to get you up.
Come on. We got to get you out of here.
Oh, shit. Come on.
[groans]
[grunting]
Oh, come on. Get up. Come on.
Here we go. [grunting]
Here we go. Come on.
Get in. Get in, there.
[panting] Get in.
[grunting]
[pants]
All right, I got to get the fuck out of here.
Oh... okay.
♪
How you feeling?
Not great.
Why'd you run me over?
You know why.
Mate, I had nothing to do with the rip-off.
Who else knew?
Mate, how would I know?!
What, you reckon I told anybody?
Cut the shit, will you, mate?
Mate, I'm telling you.
Okey dokey.
I just want the guns back, mate. That's all I care about.
Honestly, I swear
on my kid's life.
-[motor starts] -Come on, mate.
Please. Come on.
I swear to God.
Mate.
Come on. Please, mate.
-[motor revs] -Please! Please...
Okay, okay.
Okay, okay! Okay!
-Okay, okay, okay, okay. -[motor stops]
Okay.
Okay what?
Okay, I'll get the guns for you.
I want names, too.
I can't... I can't give you names.
But I can... I can get the guns back, okay?
You just-you just got to give me my phone.
Names.
Mate, I can't give you names.
Why can't you give me names?
Look...
these blokes...
Like, they're my mates, you know?
Like, I've known these guys my entire life.
Like, I just can't give 'em up.
Okay? Like, I'm sorry.
I just fucking can't.
Well, you're a loyal bastard, mate. I'll give you that.
Give your mates a call, huh?
[grunts]
[line ringing]
-GRAHAM: Hey, you. -Mate, it's me.
-Fuck, Steve, what's going on? -Look, we, uh...
...we got to give the guns back. Yeah?
No, look, mate. They... they know.
-What do you mean, they know? -Okay, they know.
What? You fucking told them?
-Yeah, well, I fucking had to. -Why did you have to?!
He was about to chop me fucking leg off with a fucking chainsaw.
"Everything will be fine," you fucking said.
Well, it ain't fucking fine.
Okay? I've been run over by a fucking car.
I've been chained to a fucking fence all night.
-Fucking come and get me. -Calm the fuck down.
No, don't tell me to fucking calm down.
Seriously. Where the fuck are you?
Shit. Ah.
You got a pen there?
Uh... yeah.
Okay.
Farley's Brook, Harndorff Road.
There's an old, uh, farmhouse there called Belleview.
There's a sign out the front.
You got four hours.
You bring the guns,
30 grand cash
or we got a problem.
[engine revs in distance]
[engine stops]
[birds squawking]
How'd you pull up?
Not bad.
So how you want to do this?
Guns and cash first, please.
[birds squawking]
You right?
Yeah.
Cash?
[scoffs]
Our lad first, hey?
[chains clinking]
I'll see you 'round, hey?
[engine starts]
-Oh, fuck! -Get out, get out!
Oh, fuck!
[shouting]
-Ugh. -Oh.
Jim! Fuck.
[all grunting]
-Oh, fuck! -Oh, fuck!
-[grunts] -[man shouts]
[grunts]
-No! -No, Steve, wait!
-Aah! -Get up, Steve!
Get up!
Bastards!
-Steve. -[groans]
Fuck! Fuck. Hey, Steve, get up!
Fuck! Steve! Come on, mate. Come on.
I fucking need you to get up. Come on.
[grunts]
[panting]
[grunts]
Fuck. [groans]
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
[grunting, panting]
[sighs]
Bit off more than I could chew, eh?
Just a little.
Sorry about that beating, mate.
It was nothing personal.
Don't worry about it.
Sh-Should... should've just given you the fucking cash.
Coulda, shoulda.
Don't matter now.
Well, no, but...
you know, my boys...
Got 'em killed, huh?
[gurgles]
What's your name?
Huh...
Graham.
Ray.
[wheezing, gurgling]
[exhales]
Eh...
[birds squawking]
Fucking hell.
What's that?
Yeah, three-way split.
Nah, you guys split it.
What?
I don't want it.
You okay, Ray?
Easy, tiger.
♪
-[birds chirping] -[kids shouting in distance]
[sighs]
[machine whirrs]
♪
What's your birthdate?
25th of March, '76.
You're a dragon.
-Is that good? -Yeah.
You're in my triangle of affinity.
What's that?
It's where there's three animal signs in a triangle.
Dragon-- you, me-- and then monkey and rat.
Is that what your mum is, a rat?
No, she's a tiger.
Tigers don't get along with dragons, though.
That's why you got divorced.
So if you want to get married again,
you need to find someone who's a dragon, monkey or rat.
Easy-peasy.
People don't say that anymore, Dad.
It's, like, circa 1980.
Okay, word Nazi.
Okay, boomer. You can just drop me here, Dad.
-What for? -Just drop me here.
Yeah, but why?
'Cause.
What, are you too embarrassed to be seen
with your old man, now, ey?
Just drop me here.
[indistinct chatter]
Bye.
No kiss?
I'm 12.
Love you, Britt!
-[girl laughs] -GIRL 2: "Love you, Britt."
Little shit.
-GIRL: Bye, Dad. -MAN: Bye, luv. See you tonight.
[bell rings]
[men chatter]
MAN: Hey. Whoa.
Fucking serious?
[mutters]: Fucking jerk-off.
MAN: Good on you, fucking idiot.
MAN: Oh, here we go.
MAN 2: What's your problem, dickhead?
You're slapping the mirror. What's your problem?
You're supposed to stop, dipshit.
Why is that, mate?
Because it's a pedestrian crossing, mate.
So where's the white stripes painted on the road and the sign
that says it's a pedestrian crossing, then, buddy?
-Still a crossing, you fuckwit. -Is it?
-[grunts] -Hey.
Are you for real?
[siren chirps]
Oh, fuck.
[lock buzzes, latch clicks]
[indistinct chatter]
Kelsey?
Back against the wall.
Okay, we're gonna conduct a search on you.
Listen to the instructions given to you.
Do exactly what I say. Do you understand that?
-Yep. -Okay.
To start off, take the shirt off and hand it to me.
Underwear off and hand it to the officer.
Lift your balls.
Right up.
Leg out like that.
And now the other leg.
[lock clicks, gate creaks]
Just wait there. Yep.
[lock rattles, clicks]
[man shouts in distance]
[indistinct chatter on radio]
MAN: Hey, sweeties, how are you?
[prisoners shouting, whistling]
[door clangs, lock clicks]
[muffled shouting in distance]
-[footsteps pace outside] -[gate clangs shut nearby]
[prisoners jeering, shouting outside]
[door clangs]
How you going, mate? All right?
Sorry.
[door shuts, lock clicks]
[shouting, banging outside]
-First time in, huh? -Yeah.
You can tell?
Yeah, normally we don't shit in the cell,
'cause it stinks the joint out.
-[toilet flushes] -Shit. Sorry, mate.
That's all right. You didn't know.
Cheers.
If you need to shit, just use the communal dunnies
down the hall, there.
-Right, yep. -Yeah.
I'm Adam.
So what are you in for?
Oh, it's a... long story.
Plenty of time.
Uh, I'm...
Well, my wife, um, started seeing this dude
behind my back for a while.
-Mm. -Like... Yeah.
You know, wasn't the first time.
Mm.
But, yeah, she was seeing this dude
and she took off with him,
and I didn't really give a shit about that.
Uh... Well, actu... Uh, like, I-I did.
The problem was, um,
we have a kid together.
And... yeah. So I just-I just wanted to see my daughter
and make sure she was okay 'cause, yeah, she's only nine.
Yeah. Anyway, to cut a long story short,
she took an AVO out on me
and I didn't realize, like, you can't even text somebody
when they've taken an AVO out on you.
I texted her a few times just saying, you know,
I want to see my daughter and all that,
and, yeah, she told the cops
and so now I'm in here
for breaching the AVO.
-Oh, that's fucked. -Yeah.
What are you in here for?
Rape.
Shit.
Mm.
I should stop, but I just fucking love doing it, you know?
-Love raping. -Yeah?
Oh, yeah, well, you've got... You're probably... Yeah.
That's... Yeah, it's not for me to judge, ey?
-You never raped anybody? -Me? No.
How come?
Um... how come?
I just... Yeah, don't know, really.
Just not really into it.
But, like...
What, do you think
there's something wrong with it or something?
No. No. Like...
RAY: Yeah.
I mean, it's not like I rape women and shit.
Oh, okay.
Just blokes.
Huh. Yeah, well...
Oh, you fuck.
[laughs] Fuck me.
Oh.
I'm Ray, anyway.
I'm Adam.
-Good to meet you. -Fucking hell.
Almost had a fucking heart attack.
-Sorry about that, mate. -[laughs]
Couldn't resist. Had to do it.
[laughs]
[traffic passing by]
JACINTA: Hey, it's your dad.
-BRITTANY: Hello? -Hey, sweetheart.
-How are you? -Good. Where are you?
Uh, Queensland.
Yeah, I know. But where in Queensland?
Um...
Near Brisbane.
-How's school? -Good.
When are you coming back?
Oh, hopefully, you know, like...
Probably two, three weeks maybe.
What do you mean, hopefully?
Oh, not hopefully. You know what I mean?
Um...
Just, you know,
like, I'll probably be back in...
You know, probably two to three weeks.
Why are you being weird?
I'm not being weird.
I'm just, uh... You know, everything's good.
And, uh, you know, just look forward
to seeing you when I get back.
-Okay. -Okay?
All right, I love you.
Love you.
[hangs up]
Dad's being weird.
Mm, what's new?
♪ 'Cause he gets up in the morning ♪
♪ And he goes to work at 9:00 ♪
♪ And he comes back home at 5:30 ♪
♪ Gets the same train every time ♪
♪ 'Cause his world is built 'round punctuality ♪
♪ It never fails ♪
♪ And he's, oh, so good ♪
♪ And he's, oh, so fine ♪
♪ And he's, oh, so healthy ♪
♪ In his body and his mind ♪
♪ He's a well-respected man about town ♪
♪ Doing the best things ♪
♪ So conservatively ♪
♪ And his mother goes to meetings ♪
♪ While his father pulls the maid ♪
♪ And she stirs the tea with councilors ♪
♪ While discussing foreign trade ♪
♪ And she passes looks as well as bills ♪
♪ At every suave young man ♪
♪ 'Cause he's, oh, so good ♪
♪ And he's, oh. ♪
[SHOP BELL RINGS]
Do you love what you do?
Eh.[GROANS]
So you've got to ask yourself, "Why am I doing it?"
Cut the crap, princess.
Or what? You're gonna shoot me?
Fine!Fine.
Love you, Britt!
[SIGHS]
Yes, you may be discriminated against,
but how do you find joy amidst all of that?
That's up to you.