Chopper

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There's something f***ing

desperately wrong with him and...

...he needs f***ing help.

Good luck to him, good luck to him

and anyone that's helping him...

because he's f***ed... i'm telling you.

Neville Bartos has

been in hiding since...

Chopper shot and narrowly missed

killing him for the second time.

You see that's a good bloody wound.

Do you see that?

Of course I bloody can!

...I let him in,

I said hello, I was a friend.

- And he did it again...

- That's right!

So what have you got to

say to people who say...

"He's a real bad piece of work,

he's criminally insane."

- Who says that?

- Well Neville Bartos for one.

That bloody sook!

Is he still crying is he?

Neville shouldn't have stepped

into the criminal world unless...

he was prepared to

put body on the line.

The average man on the street

doesn't worry about Chopper Read.

The average man on the street, he likes

me, he couldn't care less about me.

What I do, he applauds.

And now they're saying...

the proceeds of my bullshit should

go to these victims of crime.

Who are my victims?

Proceeds of crime!

Do you wanna see money go to the

drug dealers? I perish the thought.

I ain't got nothing on my

conscience for killing a few druggies.

The drugs are far as i'm concerned...

they completely the criminal world...

And in my opinion they'll

probably ruin normal society.

That's right, that's what he said before.

You seem to have a hatred for humanity.

Humanity doesn't like me. That's

why i'm always sitting here talking.

I'm a bloody freak show.

He's waving at us!

Chopper!

He's waving at us!

The average person watching

this thinks i'm a bloody freak.

What's your opinion?

I'm just a normal bloke, a normal

bloke that likes a bit of torture!

You see that line there?

That's your side of the yard.

You stay that side of the

yard, we'll stay this side.

Good, you got that knucklehead?

What's he done to his hair?

That's boot polish mate.

Lynx forgot to pick up the powder.

Poor old bugger.

Nice to see your bald

patch has gone Keith.

It looks good mate.

I like it.

So you're not gonna get me then Keith?

Not worth doing any

more time over you maggot.

Keithy, you'll get off on self defence.

All you gotta do is kill me...

present my psychiatric

records to the court...

There's not a jury in the

land that'll convict you.

You f***ing sick, Read.

You're insane.

Beethoven had his critics too Keith.

See if you can name 3 of them.

That's right, you can't.

Why don't you do yourself a

favour and shut up you c*nt.

You're a parrot, f***ing blowfly!

Ah Keith, I always

thought I was a good bloke.

- What did you ever do that was good?

- Well I bashed you.

That was good, wasn't it? It was

good for a bit of a giggle anyway.

Hey Keithy?

Come on Keith,

you should thank me.

You're gonna hit the knees

doing regular panel beating.

F*** him, who does he think he is?

He knows who he is.

He's Keithy George.

He's the painters and dockers mate.

Out there he's the

painters and dockers.

In here he's just another

bare bum in the shower.

Why do you hate him so much?

I don't hate him,

I don't hate anybody.

Well why have we been

fighting for 3 f***ing years?

I don't know.

- Mate, we should have a reason.

- We'll make one up.

Over here.

Step in, Mark.

Mr. Cole?

What the f***'s

going on down there?

Keithy's done himself a mischief.

Hurry up!

I'll be on down in a minute.

You alright Keith?

It's alright Keith, you're not

going to bleed to death.

They called the screws.

The screws are coming.

- Want a cigarette Keith?

- Get away from me!

It's alright mate.

Have a cigarette Keith.

Keithy, come on mate.

You don't much like me do you?

You bash people for no reason

just to make a name for yourself.

You're a f***ing idiot.

I'm not a dumb cumless piece of blood Keith.

I'm the one who runs a division.

Make no mistake about that.

What's going on here?

No sweat.

Keithy seems to have

done himself a mischief.

Stay back fellas!

Keep everyone away!

Alright Keithy?

Off you go mate.

Off to the sickbay.

Whinge, whinge, f***ing whinge!

Nice late one tonight sir.

I don't mind Mark,

I get double pay.

- Bit of overtime?

- It'll do me.

Enjoy.

Bloody put my shoulder out.

What?

This is DSS Creswell, DS Wyatt.

They're from the

prisoner liaison office.

They're investigating the

incident that happened in...

H division yesterday

involving prisoner George.

At this stage I must inform you that

you're not obliged to say anything...

And anything you do say may

be given in evidence, understand?

All I can tell you is

what I told Mr Beazley.

None of us saw anything,

it's just one of those things.

Bluey Barnes was reading a magazine...

Ambrose Atcheson was taking a piss...

Johnny Price was washing his hands...

Jimmy Loughnan was watching a

bull ant crawl across the table...

And I was watching

Jimmy watch the bull ant.

Sadly, none of us are gonna be

able to help you on this occasion...

as much as we'd like to.

I put it to you that that's not the truth.

Look, I didn't stab Keithy George.

I had nothing to do with what

happened to Keithy George, alright.

And i'm sure when he

wakes from his slumber...

he'll swear to God

that I didn't stab him.

He's not gonna wake up Mark,

he died this morning.

It's not a good thing.

The sort of thing

that'll come back at you.

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