Mad Bastards Page #2

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picking on your little mate?

Hey?

F***! TJ!

Get out of here,

you f***in' arsehole!

Get out of here, you f***in' bastard!

Get him! Get him off me!

F*** him up, bro!

F*** him up!

F*** him up, brother!

- Uncle Texas!

- Bullet! Get back in the yard!

Uncle Texas! Uncle Texas!

Damien! Damien, that's enough!

- Uncle Texas, look here!

- Joseph, that's enough.

- Uncle Texas, look here...

- Nella, get back in that yard!

Now, you two, f*** off now!

Otherwise somebody's getting

locked up.

Get out of here. Now!

Alright, that's it. Nella!

No! No! F*** you! F*** you!

F*** you, arsehole!

Keep going, boys.

Keep walking down that way.

You mob, get.

Bullet.

Get back down to my place.

You're not staying here tonight.

Go on.

Look, Aunty, I hate to do this to you...

But, TJ, why do you

want to go all the way up there?

You haven't even

been there before. Hey?

'Cause I got f***in' nowhere else to go.

Oh, TJ, you're such a mess.

Listen to you.

You've just gotta sit down

and sort yourself out for once.

Aunty, I know what I've gotta do

and I'm doing it.

But... Mum won't even see me,

and... I've got no money.

- TJ, TJ.

- Are you able to help me out?

Listen, TJ, I'll put

some money into your account.

But please be careful up there, bub.

Yeah, Aunty.

Just remember I love you

and my prayers will always be with you.

You know, Aunty, I love you so much.

You've always been there for me.

You got swimming today, babe?

- Yeah.

- Yep.

How was your night, babe?

Oh, flat out.

- Bloody chaos.

- Yep.

Had a big blue

at bloody Nella's place last night.

Stupid. It's just madness.

I wonder when that lot's gonna stop.

Knock knock!

Everybody OK?

Alright.

Oh.

Nella!

Hello?

Hello?

Who this?

Hello? Hello?

Anybody there?

Oh, come on! What was that?

Go on, son, get it.

Come on, bud.

Come on, Bullet.

Come on, Bullet, come. Come play.

What's the matter?

What's the matter, mate?

I don't want to go away

from you guys, Grandpa.

Well...

I don't want you to go either,

mate, but... you know...

you've got to think

about what you done.

I mean, lighting fires -

people get locked up for that, mate.

You know? I mean...

You've got to take some responsibility

for your actions, you know?

Well, what's that camp gonna be like?

Two weeks out there is better

than six months in jail.

And they'll teach you how to act

a bit more like a man.

One, two, three, four...

Moonlight glitter on the bay

Like teardrops rolling in the waves

Rumba

Ukulele play

Songs of yesterday

Calypso

Can you limbo?

Cha-cha, old-time disco

Hula-hula, wobbly nura

Pretty girls and frangipanis

Moonlight glitter on the bay

Like teardrops rolling in the waves

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