Restraint

Charlie?

Charlie, come on.

Not going to the funeral?

No, didn't know her, really.

Is that on credit?

Unfortunately.

Makes you think, though.

Certainly does.

Wonder what he'll say at my funeral.

Something nice, I'm sure.

There you are.

Sorry.

Good boy.

That's it.

Good boy.

That's it.

Come on.

Here we go.

No! No! Charlie, no!

Oh, no.

Oh, you bloody bugger.

Want some juice?

How much did that cost?

I don't know.

A few bucks.

Yeah? Used every

f***ing cent we got, Dale.

Well, I'll put it on my card, Ron.

No.

They can trace after us.

Give me the cash.

Let's do a runner.

They've seen the car, Ron.

Now give me the cash...

and I'll sort it out.

It's only a few bucks.

Listen, you either pay me

the right money...

or I'll call the cops.

It's $4.50.

Fine.

Look, I hate to put you

in this situation.

Is there anything I could do...

that might square things up?

You'd be all right until about nightfall.

Here we go.

Jesus, Ron!

Are you out of your f***ing mind?

He was calling the cops!

You gave him a blow job?

What was that back there?

What the f*** were you thinking?

What is Joey doing

in the boot of the car?

What'd you want me to do with him...

leave him in the f***ing car park, Dale?

I'm trying to get you

out of that life, Dale...

and the first chance you get,

you're giving a blow

to some servo attendant for 4.50!

It was a f***ing handjob, Ron.

Pardon me.

Same difference.

It's a big f***ing difference.

One's with the hand,

and one's with the mouth.

Sh*t. Sh*t, Ron.

- F***ing turn off! Turn off!

- Just sit still and stay calm, all right?

Don't shoot anybody, Ron.

- Don't f***ing shoot any...

- Shut up!

All right, we're gonna dump the car.

It's okay, baby.

It's okay.

That's nice.

We should be able to hot-wire it.

Maybe the keys are in the house.

Come on.

Hey, Ron.

What...

what are you doing here?

- No!

- Ron, no!

- Please don't hurt me.

- Shut up!

What's your name, a**hole?

- Andrew.

- Andrew?

A**hole.

I was close, wasn't I?

Give me your wallet.

Get it out!

That's it?

Where are your car keys?

In the box on the table over there.

Get them, babe.

Here, hold that.

Get on your stomach.

Come on!

- You alone?

- Yes.

All right?

Look for some cash

or something.

All right.

Sh*t.

Oh, my God.

Yeah!

Yes.

Hurry up, Dale!

We're out of here!

Here's the plan, and...

You're gonna drive us up North.

Dale is going to be in the boot

until we get out of Bowral...

and I'm going to be

right behind you...

with my shotty sticking

straight up your ass.

When we get to Queensland...

you're going to pull

over to an auto teller...

and you're going to withdraw

up to your limit.

Now, I'm doing this

because, you see...

my girlfriend,

she's got a soft heart.

But if it was up to me...

you'd be dead already.

Am I getting through to you, Andy?

I can't.

No, really, you can.

No, you don't understand, I'm...

No, you don't understand.

So?

What do you think?

Women.

We need cash, Dale.

There isn't none.

God, you are f***ing killing me.

No, please no!

I can't go outside! Please!

No! Please!

I'm afraid of open spaces.

I can't go outside!

Yeah? Well, I'm afraid...

of enclosed spaces, like jail!

Please!

No!

Get out!

Get up!

You're being

a very bad hostage.

Come on!

Get up now.

F***!

Coppers!

Get back.

Come back inside, Andy.

Come back

in the house, Andy!

Come in the house, Andy!

Come on, Andy.

Pills.

- My pills.

- What the f***?

Bathroom... bathroom drawer.

Sh*t.

Servos, jumpers...

We've got it.

- What the f*** is the matter with him?

- He's agoraphobic.

Agora what?

I don't know,

he says he can't go outside.

No, no!

No!

Please!

He said he can't go outside.

He's outside now!

Bloody human boomerang.

Sh*t.

All right...

We just keep our heads down for a bit.

A day or so, they'll call it off...

and then we can get

the hell out of here.

Ron?

Where's the remote?

Where is it?

F***!

F***!

They got my face.

If we just done a runner,

when I said so...

we'd be halfway there...

but no, you got to sort it out.

Well, we're f***ing sorted now,

aren't we?

Dead guy at the service station...

and our hostage is going

to go the same way.

No, he's not.

You're never killing him.

You're right.

It's about time you did

your own dirty work.

You know how I promised, remember?

I'm not doing that.

Bet you're not, you lazy b*tch.

I'm not lazy.

I'm not the only one

that says so, all right?

I am not lazy.

Come on, stop it.

Don't touch me.

Oh, babe, come on.

Go then!

F***ing hell.

I won't forget this, you prick.

Dale!

I'm sorry.

I'm not f***ing lazy, Ron.

I might be a pig, all right?

I'm a f***ing pig...

that loves you.

I just like you the way you are.

Not dressed up like a champion.

B*tch.

You know?

I want to do some nasty,

nasty sh*t to you.

You're not wearing any undies.

You don't wear undies

in a dress like this.

You're bloody so f***ing hot.

Yeah? Do you want me to f*** you?

Yeah.

You got a death wish?

Because I can grant it, d*ckhead.

No worries at all.

I've thought of a way...

I can get you $40,000.00.

Say that again.

I can get you $40,000.00...

in two days.

What are you doing?

Our friend Andy

just made a proposition.

This better be good.

It's a trust fund

that my mother set up.

That must be nice.

And this just tops up every fortnight.

Bullshit!

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