Son of a Gun

than a toothbrush.

Go on. Think about it.

Go on.

Get the f*ck off me,

you fuckin'...!

Get off him, cunt!

F*ck off, Brendan.

This is none of

your fuckin' business.

Well, the business model's

changed, Dave.

Go, go, go, go.

Just walk. Walk, walk, walk.

Shut up, cunt!

Go on.

Keep walking. Keep walking.

Come on. Keep walking.

Get in the cell. Go on.

Go, go, go, go.

No. No, I'm not happy.

I wanted blue

and white and red -

the colours of the bloody

Aussie flag, you dimwit.

We're not throwing

a Tupperware party.

She's our future State Premier.

F*ck!

Fucking loser.

You got something for me?

Guys. Do you mind?

Sorry, boss.

He says you know the game.

You mean chess?

Which fucking game am I playing?

Monopoly?

What's my next move?

Pawn to king four.

Get the f*ck outta here.

Yeah, he takes the bait,

then his knight's opened up

to your bishop. See?

Right.

The sacrificial lamb.

Yeah.

Josh, give him the suitcase.

Josh, suitcase.

This is where you're staying.

It's right on the beach.

Da?

Look, I know it's been a while, but

try not to drool... it's not a good look.

- Faggot.

- What did you say?

What?

Did I just call you a faggot?

Sorry, mate,

I've got Tourette syndrome.

Yeah, it's a real problem.

Faggot.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Tasha. Friend of Sam's.

I'm just going to use

your, uh, toilet.

It's just to the left.

Hey, do you want a beer?

I'm here to drop something off.

Still, no harm in a beer, right?

That's everything you need.

Cash, phone...

So, um, what's the plan?

Keep the phone charged,

and when it rings, answer it.

Someone will tell you

what to do.

You government?

- Sam sent me.

- Sam who?

Fucking no idea.

Little bald guy.

Sam.

Sit down here, mate.

You from around here?

Nah.

Don't need a room, do ya?

- Got one going here.

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