Son of a Gun Page #3

of three inmates who escaped

from the State's...

Here we are.

...maximum security prison

earlier today.

Notorious armed robbers

Brendan Lynch and Craig Sterling

and convicted rapist

Mervyn Rider,

who was sentenced to ten years

for the rape

of a Perth schoolgirl...

- ... the daring prison break...

- Did you know about that?

Told me it was GBH.

F***ing shitbag.

Here comes the fat f*** now.

Alright?

Yeah, I know that place.

Last time I bought

a takeaway there,

my mate found two big slugs

in his burger.

What, like garden slugs?

Garden. Outhouse.

Shithouse. How could you tell?

Get up.

You shouldn't have lied to us.

You're on your own now.

Tell them anything useful,

someone will be waiting for you

on the inside.

Come on, let's go. Other car.

Hey. Keys.

What do ya reckon?

Pretty sweet, eh?

Single entry. Too high to jump.

Something goes wrong,

we're sitting ducks.

We'll get some sheets,

tie 'em together

and hang 'em over the edge.

Have you seen what's out here?

I haven't had a f*** for six

years, mate. Relax. Have a beer.

- Here.

- Where's my suitcase?

FLAMENCO-STYLE GUITAR

Alright, Ken.

Still Sam's doorman, eh?

Dobrodoao, Brendan.

Wait here.

Jesus. You know much about art?

Don't f***ing touch that.

You know it's a waste

of f***ing time.

If it's worth anything,

you can't fence it.

Stick to cash and jewellery,

son.

Hey.

'Minister fears for his life. '

Come up.

Hey, I've found something

you'll like.

Do you know how much gold

is worth these days?

It's three times what it was

when you went inside.

And where does it all come from?

- Africa.

- Kalgoorlie.

Look, if it's a job, I'll have

to wait till the heat's off.

It can't wait.

And if you're not

going to do it,

then I can't tell you

what it is.

Nice try, Sam.

Or the seven-figure sum

involved.

What?

We're gonna go

after the supplier.

Go on.

The Gold Room will be holding

five or six bars.

That's 4.5 million

of portable, untraceable moolah

once we get it to Melbourne.

You said yourself, you might

as well be hung for a sheep

as for a goat.

No, I said if you're gonna

be hung for stealing a sheep,

you might as well f*** it,

as well.

Baa.

Hm?

It's about your fundraiser.

Sorry, I've gotta take this.

Yeah...

Look at you.

All f***ing grown up.

See yourself as a father-figure,

do you?

That's funny.

FLANGED ELECTRIC GUITAR

Tasha, come here.

Sometimes

I go down to the club

And see all the beautiful

people dancing all around

The pretty girls come up to me

And I don't know

what the f*** to do

TECHNO MUSIC:

Alright, mate.

You have a lighter?

I liked you better

without the jacket.

If you're trying to be one

of them, it doesn't suit you.

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