- Yes.
What do you know about Mexican standoffs?
- Huh? - Mexican standoffs.
You gotta be in Mexico to have one,
or you gotta be Mexican, that's what I'm asking.
Well, think about it,
anywhere else in the world do you have a standoff?
It's just called a standoff.
For some reason, Mexico's got its own name for his standoff.
If you're in Pakistan, it ain't a Pakistan doff.
You're in Istanbul, that ain't a Istan...
You hear what I'm saying, right?
Doesn't make any fucking sense to me.
- Are you having a fucking stroke?
- That's a question.
That's not an answer.
If you don't have an answer,
just fucking tell me you don't know.
- Is that her?
- Why? You fucking little.
- Well. - Well, what?
I'm in the middle of a fucking very intense game of Alex
the 7-year-old kid.
I think he's seven. He looks seven.
Does he look seven to you?
I hope he's seven.
He's fucking jumping over fucking fire and shit.
He may not be any younger than seven.
Number 53, silver Audi.
I already told you cuz.
- Well, that's 53, but there's no fucking Audi.
- Yeah, well, maybe we got the wrong number.
- Of course you got the fucking wrong number.
All you had to do was read it off a fucking text message,
for fuck's sake.
- You know the real reason
why we're sitting here doing this shitty job
is 'cause you won't take a fucking real job.
'Cause you're some kind of pussy now.
I don't get it.
I mean, what are you gonna do, man?
Just work your ass off at the workshop
for the rest of your fucking life?
Getting peanuts?
Is that how we're gonna get rich?
- Just find the fucking address.
Please tell me that wasn't what I think it was.
- You think it was my phone dying?
It was my phone dying.
Number 53, it was 53 silver Audi.
I'm this sure.
I mean, like this sure.
I'm this not sure. - Shut the fuck up.
If your brains were fucking dynamite,
you wouldn't have enough to blow your fucking ears off.
- Did you come up
with that now? - No.
No, Dad used to say that all the fucking time.
- About you? No, not about me.
About fucking you.
- Oh really? He said that? - Yeah. Really.
Just yeah, he did.
He said it about you.
Just.... - At least you know
I'll be an asshole. - Stop.
- When it's him. - Introduce your top lip...
Introduce your top lip to your bottom lip
and shut the fuck up, okay.
That is the best bet.
- You know, it's funny you should mentioned dynamite
'cause... - Hi.
My piece of shit fucking car just broke down.
I just live up the fucking hill,
do you mind giving me a lift?
I'm not interrupting anything, am I?
- No. - Fuck no.
- Yeah, yeah.
We'll give you a push, love. - For sure.
So what's your plan here, man?
What are we doing?
- Wait till she goes inside
and we steal the car and we take it somewhere
and we fucking burn it.
- Burn it?
This is just me, but why would we burn it?
We could send it to fucking space.
- What are you fucking talking about?
- I got a friend who just got outta the army.
He's got sticky fingers.
Now, I got some boom sticks in the trunk of the car.
- Thanks guys. Have a great night.
- How do you like that?
No offer of a beer.
High five, nothing.
Phew, inside.
Like we're a couple of rapists or something.
Dynamite?
- You're a fucking idiot.
And we are not blowing up the fucking car.
- Why not?
- Do you not remember how you got the nickname
the Gringo Drongo?
Now, get in the fucking car.
- Working?
Oh, I know where it is.
The fucking car's broken.
We had to push it here, remember?
Okay. All right.
I need a phone.
- So use yours.
- No battery, remember?
A little fire jumping asshole.
- What do you need a fucking phone for?
- Really? I wanna order a pizza.
I'm trying to detonate an application,
a nitro fucking methane and then automobile.
Give me your fucking phone.
That shit's self-explanatory.
- Fuck you.
No, there is a lot of really fucking documents,
and stuff on this and I don't wanna lose them.
- Oh, okay. Documents. Alright.
Back it up to the cloud and you won't lose them.
- I don't know how to do that.
- You don't? Okay, give it here.
I bet you don't even use a VPN when you browse the web.
That shit is reckless, my friend.
Fucking reckless.
And all backed up.
- Okay.
Let's blow some shit up.
- Shut the fuck up.
- Your call could not be connected, please.
Your call could not be connected.
- Was it done?
- Did you hear a big explosion?
- No. No. Heard a bark.
- Hey, Pete.
Making house calls, are we?
- Not catching you at a bad time, am I?
- Come in.
Thought our meeting was supposed to be next week.
- Yeah, it is.
I was in the neighbourhood,
so I thought I'd move it up.
Are you sure you should be drinking one of those?
- It's only one beer.
- It's never one beer though, is it?
- No, Pete, it's only one beer, so.
- Calm down. All right.
I don't wanna have to write a report
that you can't control your emotions.
Not when you're so close to being done.
You're only two weeks away,
two weeks away from never having to see me again.
So I don't want to write that report, but I will.
- How can I help you, Peter?
- Alright, let's just get to it.
Not like I don't have somewhere more important to be.
Now, are you still employed?
- Yes.
- How many days of work did you take off this month?
- None.
- Have you been engaging in any legal activity?
- No.
- Associating with any known criminals?
- No.
- What about your anger issues?
- Fine.
- Why do I get the feeling
that you're not taking this very seriously, Nick?
Maybe you forgot who I am.
I'm your parole officer.
You know what that means, don't you?
- Yeah, no, I got it, mate. I got, I'll go.
- You still gambling?
- Only with my health.
- Hey, listen, it's been two days,
two days since the bin truck came.
And your bin still on the fucking street.
I'm sick of it and I'm sick of you!
It's disgusting.
I've given you five good offers to sell your house,
but no, you wont, you wanna stay.
This street is good and you're ruining it.
Clean your fucking bin, it fucking stinks!
- Hey, open the fucking door. - Hold on, hold on.
- Open the door.
- I'm fucking trying.
- It's locked. - No, shit, Sherlock.
I can fucking see that, I'm trying to fix it.
Okay, you in? beautiful.
- Drive!
Oh, for fuck's sake.
Fuck now.
Where the fuck's Damo?
- What do you mean where the hell's Damo?
He's with you.
- I asked him to come out and fucking find you.
There's only one way out the fucking place.
- You're asking me?
- Unless he went out the fucking chimney,
the Santa Claus looking fuck.
- Damo couldn't find his own cock
in a fucking nudhist town.
- Well, you don't need Google Maps
to find the fucking street.
It's just there.
- He was with you and now he's not with you.
And I'm just sit in the car waiting, okay?
- For fuck sake! Where?
- I don't know.
- I'm fucking fine.
Get in the car.
- Drive!
- Sunday afternoon.
Shops over the canal, okay?
Hey, don't be fucking late.
Okay.
- Thanks Turbo.
- It's just me. Don't get up.
- How's work?
- Same shit, different depth.
Four of a kind beats a full house, that's right.
- You don't have a four of a kind,
or a full house, you bullshit artist.
- Watch your language!
There's children here.
How the fuck would you know what I've got in my hand?
- Because I can read you like a book, Nick.
- Like a book on cheating.
This one here is bloody looking at my hand
and send you signals, I know.
- You gonna make a bet,
or are you just gonna keep stalling?
- Fold. - Useless.
Nick. - Yeah. Whatever.
Deal again, deal again.
Show me what you had? - Useless.
- What did you have?
- Two Queens.
- See, you would've beat me anyway.
- Col, if you just listen to what I'm saying for a second,
I have the money.
- Great. Well, bring it around now.
- What I mean is...
- Where's the fucking money, Turbo?
- I don't physically have the money.
I'm on my way to Jimmy Streets house right now
to pick it up though.
- Ah, so you don't have it?
- I've got it.
Well, I'll have it in 10 minutes.
- Okay, so when am I gonna see it?
- Later today. - Later today?
- Ah shit, hold...
Well, hold on a second,
I gotta work this afternoon, right?
- Ah.
- Then I got a meeting and then my mom's calling.
I haven't spoken to her in a long time, Col,
you know her.
You don't wanna get in the way of a she-wolf and her cubs,
am I right?
- Of course.
- Tomorrow? - Tomorrow.
And then the middle of next week and then next month.
Does that sound familiar Turbo?
- Tomorrow afternoon at the latest.
You have my word.
- Ah. Oh wow. That's very reassuring, Turbo.
You know, to make things easier for me,
what you say I just send Rocko around,
and you two can work it all out?
- You're threatening to break my legs over five grand
after I did that job for you last night, and everything.
How long have you know me, Col?
I ain't never welsh, not one time.
- Turbo! Shut the fuck up and listen to me.
Now I want you to say my name's Tommy O'Rourke,
and I'm a bad gambler and a shit human being.
- I don't wanna say that.
- Oh look, if you can't say that,
I'm just gonna have to send Rocko around to the workshop,
this sarvo.
- My name's Tommy O'Rourke, I'm a bad gambler,
and a shit human being.
- You are mumbling.
- My name's Tommy O'Rourke,
I'm a bad gambler and a shit human being.
- That wasn't how hard was it, hey?
- Alright. I'm pulling up to Jimmy's right now.
I gotta go, okay.
Palm Beach High, right?
- Yep. - Okay. Alright.
Five stars please.
- Well, he's a dumb prick,
isn't he, hey? Hey?
- Hey Nick.
I'm gonna be shuffling a bit of shit next door
if you want me, alright?
- Yeah. Sweet. No worries, Col.
- Fucking hot, isn't it?
- Yeah, it's pretty warm.
- Yeah. We're gonna rip a few scabs off a few cold beers
after work if you're interested.
- Nah, thanks Col.
I'll just stay here and finish the books, mate.
- Jeez, you're a miserable bastard.
What do you want me to do?
Buy you a fucking handjob?
- Good chat, Col.
- Where have you been? - Lunch?
- Two hours for lunch.
What, did you fucking make a three-course meal?
You're not driving Uber on the company dime again, are you?
- If you want me out there working,
why call me in here like a dickhead?
I spoke to Simmo yesterday about our horse,
says it's good to race early next week.
- I'll give you the hot tip, Turbo.
If a horse hasn't raced for 400 days,
it is not a good thing.
It's a fucking money pit.
- Simmo seems to think it'll go okay,
but you seem to forget it's father came second
in the Cox Plate.
- I should punch you in the Cox Plate
for wasting my five grand.
- You're still paying your stable fees every month,
don't you?
You big son of a...
I'll go see him.
And see how he looks. You should come.
- Yeah, I'll think about it.
Oi, before you go, what the fuck are they?
- Those are adapters for the whirlybird outside.
It's getting old, so it needs replacing.
- Well, Barb's doing stock take today.
Apparently there's 20 boxes of these fucking things
in the back row.
You got any idea why?
- Yeah. Been telling you about that for months, man.
We don't actually need those parts anymore.
The new parts have a built in adapter, you see, so.
We've been telling you and Col
for like three fucking months.
You just keep order ordering them.
- I don't keep ordering them.
- I don't know.
Maybe we should talk to Col about it.
Maybe he's getting a little...
In his fucking old age.
You know what happens?
- You can tell him that if you like,
I need this fucking job.
The last and only time I went to speak to Col,
I found him in the kitchen with my old man up a ladder
passing him shotguns outta the ceiling
like they were cans of soup.
- What were they doing?
- Adjusting a few attitudes, I don't know.
The old man said, don't worry about it.
I looked at Col, he's got an arm full of shottys
as he just stares me straight in the eye,
says, how you going, kid?
Dad's mate, the fucking gun collector.
- Oh, Pete, that explosion last night.
It was a complete fucking success.
- Turbo, did all that fire give you a stiffy?
- No, it happened before we started.
- Well, keep it down, all right?
We don't want other people knowing we're pulling jobs
for Col on the side.
- Yeah, unfortunately someone does though don't they?
- Sorry, can we help you?
- Well, that depends, doesn't it?
How are you guys at fixing cars
that have blown into about 30 different pieces?
Not to mention fixing house windows
that said explosion have blown out.
- Not too good.
But I might know a guy who could help you
with the windows though.
- Do you fuckwits know who I am?
- No.
- Because your mate Col knows who I am.
We've known each other for years.
Col's gotten older and slower, and he's in debt.
We talked about partnering up in this place some time ago.
Would've been a nice cosy little situation,
but as things seemed to go, it all fell apart.
And because Col couldn't swallow his pride.
Now I can tell with some certainty Col sent you.
So you give me two options.
Option one, you gimme back the money to replace the car.
Everybody remains friends.
Option two, let's just remain at option one, shall we?
- Look, we'd happily give you the money if we had it,
but last night was to pay off gambling debts, so.
- Well, if you can't find it, you can make it.
You're good at pulling jobs.
Maybe you do a job to pay me back.
- What did you have in mind?
- These two little pricks ripped me off a couple weeks ago.
None of my fuckknuckles seem to be able to track 'em down.
You bring me one of them
and we'll talk about what it's worth.
You bring me the 50K they've got
and we'll call the whole thing even-Stevens.
Now boys, I've just done you a favour.
It's non-negotiable.
Don't fuck it up. Toodaloo.
- What the fuck is toodaloo?
- What the fuck's going on, man?
What's that scrag want?
- Oh, job gone wrong.
Don't worry about, it's all good.
- Yeah. So all's good, eh? - Yeah, it's good.
- Yeah. Yeah.
- It's all turned to shit, isn't it?
- No. No, mate, honestly.
- This isn't my first fucking rodeo, Nick.
You know, I know what's going on.
- Nah, Col, look, it's sweet mate.
We've got it covered. - I've never heard
so much bullshit come out of a mouth in my fucking life.
What's going on? - Don't worry about it.
It's all good.
- So what's the news?
- They're fucking taking over the lot.
Col was losing the turf war, man.
- He lost, so we're on our own now.
They said they're gonna put their own little piggies
in there.
And start using the place to launder money.
So we don't work there anymore.
If we're lucky, losing our job will be the only blow back
we get from this mess.
But nobody can tell me that for sure just yet.
- We'll just find these guys she's looking for,
and that'll be the end of it.
- It's not that easy.
One of those guys, is Patty Burman's son.
- Shit!
- We can't turn him in.
You think they know about Col's money?
- What money?
- He's been using place a stash spot
for the last three months.
It's a bit of money in there.
- How do you know he's been using it as a stash spot?
- 'Cause I've been skimming from him.
- That's fucking genius, Turbo, well done.
- Who do you thinks been paying Mel's Mortgage hey?
Besides, I didn't know this shit
was going to fucking happen.
Anyway, look man, I've been thinking about it all afternoon.
I got a plan to get us out of this.
- Can't wait to fucking hear this brilliant plan.
Lay it on us, Sun-Tzu.
- Sneak in.
Tomorrow night, under the cover of darkness,
dig the whole lot up.
If they can't find the whole thing,
they can't find it's light, right?
- What about all those drop ticks hanging around there
with guns?
You think that might be a problem?
- You think so?
- Yes, dickhead.
- You wanna give me a hand?
- No, I give you a fucking hand,
and I go away for another five years.
What part of keeping my nose clean,
do you not understand mate?
- Thanks. I'm calling in a favour.
- No, you're not.
This is not a favour, this is a fucking shit sandwich,
and you owe me the favour?
- Wanna call it in? - No.
- I think we've gotta get in there,
and get the fucking money before they find it, right?
- Oh yeah, yeah. I agree. I think you do.
- Look, this involves you as much as it involves me.
When I first got out, Col was the only guy
who gave me a shot at the job.
I'm pretty sure your story goes exactly the same.
Our options are pretty soon after this.
We need this money, Nick.
We'll double it, hand these assholes there cut,
and use the rest to figure out what's next.
- Look, you need to keep your nose out of this, all right.
You've already fucked up enough, okay?
- Sure you don't wanna?
- No!
- Hi, this is Lance from Ballarat Bank.
We just need a bit more information
about your employment situation before we can approve
you going guarantor on the mortgage for Mel O'Rourke.
Please give a call back.
Thanks.
- Yeah, mate, I'll give you a buzz back in 10.
Catch ya.
- Nicky, it's Col.
Rick said Turbo left the side door unlocked
again last night.
Have a word, will ya?
I'm popping into the shop later,
the sarvo, stick around would ya. Hooroo.
- Are you sure you don't wanna do his suit Black?
It's Batman.
- It's not Batman. It's a fake Batman.
- Oh, so it's like a bad guy in Batman suit?
- Yeah. - Okay, so it's fake man.
- Why's that bloody door locked?
What are you doing here?
- I was helping Mel with Jo.
- She doesn't need your help.
I'm here now. Where is she?
- She's upstairs asleep.
- Has she told you about the issue about the mortgage?
- Yeah. Yeah. I'm working on it.
- Oh, okay, well you can move.
I don't want you around the kids.
See you later, chicken.
Keep up the good work, hey, I love your colour choice.
It's fantastic. Love you mum.
Who are you?
- Neighbourhood Watch.
You Nick O'Rourke?
- Who's asking? - I'm fucking asking.
- And what do you want?
- Just hop in the car.
We'll go for a little drive.
A little chat.
- Nah.
- Don't be a big girl's blouse.
Go for a quick ride. Hop in.
- I'm fine. You can talk right here.
- Okay. I understand you used to run Col's workshop
down there.
So where's the money?
- It's upstairs in the safe in the office.
- Funny enough, there wasn't that much in there.
- You probably should have hid it before payday then.
- Look, I know Col's parking money there for months.
Stop fucking me around.
- Look, all the money I know about was in the safe
in the office upstairs.
If Col was parking money somewhere else,
that's news to me mate. I just ran the place.
- Yeah, right, that's what you said yeah. Yeah.
Well look, this way's it's going to go down, all right?
So I know that you know a lot more than you're letting on.
And if you don't huh, you'll find a way to.
Now, what I want is what was in the safe or 50 grand,
which is what a little birdie told me was in there.
Hey, hey. And I want it in 48 hours.
Get it? You deliver it to me, no one else.
And then I will pass it onto Erin.
I made myself understood?
- Is that it? - No. I think I should mention
the fact that Col was offered the same deal.
And you know what happened there.
- Okay.
- Hey, whose place is that?
- Just a mates.
- A mates? Alright.
Say hello to your sister and the kid from me, eh?
- Yep. - What the fuck
is wrong with you?
My guy just called me.
Why'd you tell him you were in the joint?
They're not impressed by that, you know.
- What do you want me to tell him?
- Make something up, you prick.
Tell him you were managing a bar in Thailand
for three years.
Tell him you were in a gigolo in South Sudan.
Fucking anything.
- I just wanna be up front.
- You're gonna be up front in the line of Centrelink
if you keep this shit up, man.
Just come over, get your ass over here,
and we'll have a fucking beer.
- Thanks.
- Nice spot Nick.
I like it. I like it a lot.
- You following me Pete?
- If I did, what would I see?
- Nothing interesting.
- Why do I doubt that?
- Because you got trust issues.
- Maybe. Or maybe I hear things and I'm a curious cat.
So when I heard that there was a shooting
at your work today, I did some digging into her signing
the checks in that place.
Not good for you.
- No? - No.
See now I have to kick it up the chain
that you were working for a person
with organised crime connections and just got murdered.
- Hey, I'm just the manager in a workshop.
If that place was owned by someone dodgy,
then that's news to me too.
- It's not gonna look like that to them.
It's gonna look like a gross violation of your parole,
which it is.
You'll be back in the slammer before you know it.
Unless. - Unless what?
- Let's just be honest.
You knew what was going on in that place.
I mean, how could you not?
But whatever. No skin off my nose.
What it tells me though is that you're a person
that can find some cash fast.
Which is fortuitous for me because it's football season
and I need a new TV.
And when I say new TV, I mean a big $10,000 TV.
So if I was to say find a bag of cash on my doorstep,
I'd be pretty happy.
I mean, I might be so happy watching the footy on my new TV
that I'd forget to pass on the information
about your employment.
- 10 grand? I can't fucking do that.
You know I can't do that.
- I reckon you can and you better.
I mean, who's gonna pay your sister's medical bills?
Yeah, I know, you didn't think I knew about that.
Kind of hard to do from the clink.
You'll do the right thing.
I have faith in you Nick.
Oh. And I've organised a drug test for you next Wednesday.
Never can be too careful about these things.
See you around.
- Now if the horse has got a sinus issue
like this fella back here, then leads to other issues.
But good news, we got him in the country meeting.
- So is he any chance of placing?
- Well, it's a regional race.
It's his first run back, so probably not.
- How much does last place pay?
- Fuck all.
- Don't judge your book by its cover though, right?
You're not gonna come last though, are you mate.
No, you are the winner.
Just looking for someone who'll believe in you.
So? - Hmm.
- It's not gonna get us the 50K right away,
but it'd be nice if we get on him
with some good odds, right?
A few races.
- Yeah. A horse with issues and no chance of winning.
Sounds like one of us already.
- Hmm. I'm telling you man.
I saw a look in his eyes.
50 to one.
I'm gonna have us sit at a beach, beer in hand
by next weekend.
- I'd settle for not having
to look over my shoulder one day.
- Now what the fuck is nitrogen?
What? What's got you down in the dumps now man?
- One of the guys that's taken over Col's place
came looking for the missing 50K last night at Mel's house.
Told me I got 48 hours.
- 50K? He said it was on you.
- Yeah. Yeah. Thanks for that.
Plus my dodgy PO officer is trying to blackmail me
because he knows Col's connected.
- Our boy's paying 50 to one.
That's a thousand bucks, right?
- Yeah. That's a thousand bucks.
Do you have a thousand bucks?
- No, I don't have a thousand bucks.
I know where we can get a thousand bucks.
- Don't worry about it.
He's just sniffing around.
He doesn't know if he's got it.
But fuck me.
At what point do you stop getting up off the ground
after life repeatedly kicks you in the fucking balls?
- Ice pick says you don't wanna fuck around
with these guys, Nick.
And I've got the perfect way to get us out of this.
I got Col's phone in my car.
That's right.
Before they kicked us outta the workshop.
- And?
- And it's got all the guys he took bets off.
More importantly, all the ones that owe him money.
- How many times are you in it?
- It's irrelevant.
Hey, hey come on man.
- What?
- We call, we collect on a few of the big ones, right?
Use that to bankroll one of the horses.
Bet it all.
Get up to a 100K, cash out.
You've done it before.
- Yeah, but that was a fucking fluke.
Turbo, a fluke mate.
It's once in a fucking lifetime. Okay?
No, we'll just this fuck up too.
- All right, okay.
I'm calling it.
You forced my hand.
I'm calling it. This is your favour.
That's right. We're doing it.
Hey, come on man.
It's just collecting money.
- Fuck!
- Yes. All right.
This is gonna be fun.
- $500 dollary doos.
That's all we're asking them already.
We won't bug you anymore.
- I don't have $500 dollary doos.
Why don't you go see my brother?
- I don't wanna see your brother.
He's just as fucking ugly as you, okay?
You owe us the money, you silly freak. Okay?
So give us the money.
Otherwise he's gonna come over here.
He's gonna pistol whip you with the gun he's got down
the back of his dacks,
and you're gonna get blood all over these beautiful
surfboards and I don't want that to happen.
They're just works of art and I'd hate to see
that go to waste.
- They are works of art. - They beautiful things.
- I'm telling you, I don't have your money.
I don't have your money, but I do know Mutai.
- Regardless of your relationship with Asian cattle mate,
just give us the fucking money, okay?
Otherwise he's gonna come over here and smash you.
- I don't have your money.
- All right, you stupid motherfucker.
You better listen up close.
- Okay. Okay. - Give me that fucking money!
I'm gonna take that longboard,
and I'm gonna shove it up your ass.
- Okay. Okay.
I've got half now and half tomorrow.
- Right? Why don't you just run out the back there
and grab it then like a good little boy.
- Fucking wanker.
- One thing I never understood.
You guys are cousins, right?
- The only thing you should be worried about
is how much money you owe Col.
Now where is the money?
Thank you very much.
Let's go.
Tom P, that's you right?
- Yeah, that's me.
- So where's Col's $3,000?
- Screw this shit.
Too dangerous. - Agreed.
- You waiting for plan B? - Yeah.
- All right.
- There's still guys in there.
We've gotta get them out.
- I got something for that.
Check this out.
- There's a fucking safe in here?
- Yep.
- No, my dad told me my mom was abducted by aliens.
Kyle told me the truth.
- Your uncle used to be a trainer.
He still work there?
- No, no. He got suspended
for purposely losing horses in poker games.
Then he was paying off bush jockeys,
so his shit horses would win.
He's retired now.
- You were a bush jockey?
- I was a country member.
- Yeah, I remember.
- Did he ever pay you off?
- All the fucking time.
Bush jockeys get paid shit,
especially the piss heads.
When some guy comes up offers you twice
what you getting paid to take it easy
on some meaningless race on a Tuesday, you're all ears.
- Wait, what was his name again?
- Uncle Mel. - Oh shit, Mel.
That's right.
God, top bloke to have a beer with, though?
- One of the best.
Mom used to say Uncle Mel never finished nothing
in his life, but I saw him finish plenty of six packs,
I don't mind telling you.
- This is the dumbest fucking idea out of a catalogue
of greatest hits of yours, Turbo.
- Okay. Negative Nancy.
You forget about our little caddy shack episode before?
The fact of how difficult it's proven to be to find anybody
with actual cash on him these days.
This is the closest thing we got to a sure bet man,
especially in 48 something hours.
- I was always fucking shit at the fillies.
- Well your shit?
Your shit's better than 80% of people's good.
So have some self-confidence.
- Righto. I'll be back.
- Five jobs, eh?
- Yep. - Five jobs.
That's five grand.
- Very well observed.
- Is that anywhere close to hitting my pocket?
- I needed to use some money for something else.
Now because of this, that's gonna take a little longer.
But tell you what, once I move that,
I'll push you back your 5K
and then when something else pops up,
I'll let you invest in it, right?
Everyone's a winner.
- I really need that money like as soon as possible.
- Well, tough shit mate. I needed the money too.
You're not the only one with issues.
Once I have it, you'll have it, alright?
Don't forget who you're talking to.
- Hey Artie, how are you mate?
Yeah, no, no, I'm good.
I'm good. Thanks.
Hey listen, I'm just at the track now,
and I was just wondering if you wanted to...
No, I'm at the track.
No, everything's fine. Thanks mate.
Anyway, look, I just wanted to pick your brain.
They've got this Melbourne runner up running tonight
and you know I don't see what the fuss is all about.
I just wonder, do you like it?
Yeah, race five number eight.
Smiles and beef at this Melbourne thing.
Oh, you don't like it, eh?
Oh well if you don't like it then...
Yeah, no worries, mate.
I'll call you back.
That's another fucking thing.
Even if we do win,
I'm supposed to just walk outta here with 50 grand in a bag.
- No one knows we got the money.
So how the fuck are we supposed to know?
- So who we backing fellas?
- Nobody special.
- There was a little bit of commotion down
at the warehouse last night.
You know anything about it?
- Nope.
- Somebody was trying to get in and get Col's money. Huh?
So how much did you get, boys?
- Is this a fuckhead who showed up at Mel's the other day?
- Hey, yeah, hey, come on. Be nice.
- That's the kind of thing that could come back at you,
don't you think?
- Settle down, sweetheart. Come on.
While we're all still friends,
true or false, it wasn't real, was it?
- Yeah, that's right.
- And you're definitely sticking to that story.
- Listen buddy, I think maybe someone's been telling
your porcupines about there being money back in there.
Hmm? You got your knickers in a twist about nothing.
- It's okay.
What's the matter?
Because eventually, we'll find out, yeah?
- Almost set for our next race.
- Backing any winners?
- No. I'm just having a look.
- Fucking bullshit!
I heard you were really good at this, huh?
If I gave you a hundred bucks, what could I get.
- Fucked. You get fucked.
- Fucking comedian.
- That was a long time ago.
I don't do that anymore.
- What about this thing up from Melbourne
in the next...
What do you reckon?
- Nah, I don't like it. But that's just me.
- You don't like it?
What is it you don't like about it?
- I just think there's better options.
But again, that's just me.
- There's better options but that's just you.
- Why do you keep repeating shit?
- You're not bullshitting me, are you?
Trying to keep it to yourself, are you?
- No.
- We'll see, I suppose.
Hey, hey, have a nice day.
Don't spend it all in one place.
I love your hair.
- Fuck!
- It is available immediately
and.
- Good day, Norm's.
Long time.
- Hey Nicko.
Yeah, it's been a while.
Everything good?
- Oh, you know, same shit, different depth.
I thought you just did the dish lickers, mate.
- Oh nah, mate.
These days you've gotta do it all.
- Yeah, I heard that.
Listen, Norm, I've gotta put a big chunk
on the number four in the next, mate.
- How much is a big chunk?
- That much?
- Fuck me, Nico.
Yeah, I can take that bet,
but I'll need you to lay half of it off inside
while I count this.
- On the four.
- No, the eight.
This thing I've got up from Melbourne.
Oh, what have you heard?
- Oi! Now correct me if I'm wrong,
but did I just see you put a chunk of coin
on that fucking Melbourne horse?
You prick. I thought you said you didn't like it.
- I don't. Bookie mate of mine ask me to put a bet on
for him.
I'm on the number four.
- Bookie mate...
If you are... My fucking ass.
What do you think I am, an idiot?
Take me for some sort of dumb cunt.
- Look, I dunno what to tell you, okay?
There's my ticket.
I gotta go. - No, you don't mate.
You're going to fucking stand here
and watch this fucking race with me.
And I swear to God, you better pray
that, that fucking Melbourne cock-sucking horse doesn't win.
But if it does, there'll be fucking words.
I don't like him, but that's just me.
Fucking hell!
You fucking...
- We are ready to run.
Gates open, they're off and racing now.
Crimson Reward from the inside left quickly,
Contribute shows good speed from towards the middle.
And there's Red Deception going forward.
Maltali's going to land behind them in about fourth spot
from Inflamed who's a length away in fifth.
Next then came First Sun followed two for the back
to Money Bear from Secret Note.
And Bullet Force is last of all.
So Crimson Reward takes up the lead towards the side
of the 700 metre mark, round the final corner
with 350 metres to go.
Crimson Reward tries to kick away,
led by Two Lengths to Inflamed
who's getting up on the inside from Maltali,
wider route with 150 metres to go.
But quickly Money Bear is sprinting hard on the outside.
Money Bear boost up to Crimson Reward and then Inflamed.
And it's Money Bear Boosts who's too good.
Money Bear.... - Good one dickhead.
Listen, do yourself a favour.
You get that money, you bring it to me
and I will pass it on.
Do you understand?
Now, do you fucking understand?
- Yeah, I got it.
- Good. Fuck off.
Fucking hell!
They're still running.
- Yeah.
You always were shit with fillies.
This kid's still got the money.
I say we rock and roll to the casino with great haste.
Chuck it all on blank.
- And what if he doesn't have the money?
What do we do then, smartest man alive?
- I got a little trick up my sleeve.
Oh, what a shithole this place is.
See the locks on them doors?
If this kid has the money,
it's gonna be real fun getting outta here
without getting robbed.
I'm telling you.
- Fucking take it easy Karen.
- Who the fuck is Karen?
- It's fucking you, bitching and moaning
and carrying on.
Patty?
Look what the cat dragged in mate.
- Holy shit! Turbo is that really you?
- The one and only.
- Hey, you're not here to borrow more money, are you?
- Same old Patty.
- Hey, you guys know Petro Peterson died right?
- Right.
- He was working with me here last year.
- Shit!
Listen Patty, we came to see you to talk
about your son, mate.
- How much does he owe? - 50 grand.
- Oi, get out here.
You know anything about this?
- Well, yeah, it's not a gambling debt.
I mean I owe them some money.
Not 50 grand, but some.
- So you owe them money, but you don't owe them money.
- It's all about some landscaping work we did for her.
- Who's we?
- Me and this guy I was helping out. JP.
JP found these garbage bags filled with money in them
as we were digging up this pond in her backyard.
I guess JP must have grabbed them afterwards
because people started grumbling about missing money
about a week ago.
- So what happens now?
- Can you call him?
- Nah, he hasn't been returning my calls for days.
- Look, I know this JP dropkick.
Go around. Have a word.
- Wait, wait, wait. Stop. Stop.
Put your mask on.
- I got a beard on. I don't need a mask.
- What do you mean you get a beard on,
you don't need a mask.
Put a fucking mask on.
- You want a mask to cover the beard?
Cover my face.
How many fucking layers of coverage do we need here?
- I want the fucking mask on.
Just put the mask on.
- Christ.
- Put the fucking mask on.
- Hey buddy.
Have you seen Kent?
- Who the fuck is Kent?
- What, this isn't Kent's house?
We must have the wrong place.
- Oh shit sorry.
That's on me.
I was in a rush when I wrote down the address.
It's my bad, obviously.
- I guess we're the silly Kents.
- Hey. - Feel me mate?
- Yeah. - Okay man. We'll be gone.
- Stay right there, Stretch.
Right you are.
That JP guy send you to watch me.
- JP who?
- JP, the slimy four eyed fuck
that kidnapped me and dumped me here.
- Holy shit! He fucking kidnapped you.
Were you not supposed to be here?
- What was your first clue?
So I can see you're the brains.
- That's true, yeah.
- Look, we can help you with that, okay?
We just came by to get some stuff
'cause he's ducking a mate of ours.
So we'll just quickly grab this stuff,
and then we can grab you and we can split.
It's no sweat.
- So you don't know him?
- No, Fuck, JP, no! No.
- This thing isn't even loaded.
Tony Soprano left it on the bench here this afternoon.
Doesn't even realise.
- So you'd been here for a couple of days, no?
You wouldn't happen to know where he would keep stuff?
- Oh, he spends most of his time in his bedroom.
Beyond that, fuck knows.
- I'm gonna check the bedroom and see if you just.
Just a second.
Talk amongst yourselves.
- So you get some good mileage on that thing?
- So what's the ordeal, Stretch?
What's your name?
- Turbo.
- Yeah, that sounds about right.
So what's the go here?
You blokes a couple of love birds,
get a sexual thrill outta breaking into people's houses.
- Um, maybe.
- Why are you frowning like I just offered you a salad?
- We good?
- How much is that?
Is it 50K worth?
- I don't think so.
But let's not fucking stick around to count it, okay?
Let's fuck off.
- Yoo-hoo, shitheads.
Now, if one of you suss dogs touches my genitals,
we're gonna have a real fucking problem.
Especially you Baldy Lox.
- Hiya Captain.
- He's got a mouth on him, hasn't he?
- Wait till you get your own nickname.
- You got a nickname?
It's on wheels.
Just push the fucking thing.
- Oh, this way. - Yeah.
- So just a water? - And a Milky Way.
- So how much you know about this GP guy anyway?
- Other than he likes to kidnap people.
- He's dangerous.
- What do I look like?
The world's greatest detective?
It's called legwork for a reason.
Do your own dirty work.
Thicky Minaj.
So what's in the bag?
Oh, yahtzee!
- Yeah, well it's still not enough.
- So where we dropping you off? Wheelchair?
- Don't call him wheelchair.
- If he's gonna call me Thicky Minaj,
I'm gonna call him wheelchair.
- You know I know a bloke who could help you double
that if you willing to kick a bit back my way.
- Yeah, we could do that.
Where is he? - He's not far.
Buckle up and I'll show you, Toupee Jay.
- Toupee Jay?
- You know these fellas? - Yeah. They're harmless.
I've met fucking farm animals smarter than this one.
Anyway, how do I get some fucking spring rolls
in this joint?
- You can womp your fat ass up there,
and get yourself.
You fat fuck!
- Love it when you talk dirty to me.
Hooroo, shitheads!
- You all right?
- You got a phone?
- Give me the phone.
- Yo. - Hey, it's me.
I got a couple of blokes here with a bag of pineapples.
You know anything about that?
- No.
- Who the fuck is with this one?
- Hey listen, ask them if they have any coke.
I might be able to take it off their hands tonight.
I've got some famous actors staying in town.
Hello? Fucking believe this bloody dickheads put me on hold.
Right, I'm going to the gym.
- Sorry about that boys.
Yeah, hey.
Pricks hung up on me!
You all right boys.
I can do something with this.
- Yeah. How much are we talking about?
- Well, looks like you've got about five grand.
So conservatively I could flip that for nine, maybe 10.
- And when can we get the money back?
- A week, maybe two.
- That's gonna be a problem.
Can you do a little quicker than that?
Maybe call your friend back.
- That dead shit?
- Look, is there any way we can get it back like tonight?
- Boys, this is how I work.
You don't like it.
You wanna be cop magnets?
What the fuck is this?
- It's a fucking keyring, why?
- That's a tracking device.
You're fucking cops.
- No, we're not fucking cops.
Do you think it was JP?
- Uh-huh.
Listen, we're gonna have to fucking keep our head
on a swiwel 'cause this shit's getting out of control.
- Oh, well I guess JP knows we got his money.
- Fucking oath, he does.
- I made some calls. - Hello gents.
Long time no see.
Why don't we all go upstairs and catch up?
No beer? What a shocker.
Old mate, he doesn't mind a bit of a hooch just quietly.
Sushi. Nice.
But my lovely new friend Erin here
has been telling me some very interesting stories
about all the adventures
that you two have been getting into.
Seems I have underestimated you, Nick,
you sneaky little prick.
So I'm thinking we should maybe renegotiate
this little deal of ours.
I figure when you get Erin the money you owe her,
you get me the same amount.
It's only fair.
I mean.
- What a dick!
Don't say I don't do anything for your two boys.
I just saved you 50 grand.
Now where are you two fuckknuckles at with my money?
- We're close.
- Well, we are not here to fuck spiders, boys.
The fucking clock's ticking.
- We'll have your money by tomorrow.
Chill.
Throw a shrimp on a barbie or something.
- I'll put you on the barbie
if you keep mouthing off, fuckhead.
- Look, we're just having a bit of trouble finding
where Col kept the money. That's all.
So we're just trying to manufacture it ourselves.
And that takes time, so.
- Well fellas, tomorrow afternoon, don't be late.
Well next time I'm gonna come back angry.
Have fun cleaning up that cocksucker.
- I don't wanna do this again.
- Sure this guy's even dead?
- His fucking brains are all through my fridge.
I'm pretty sure he's fucking dead.
- Kinda looks like he's looking at me.
- You standing right above him.
- Still kinda looks like he's looking at me, man.
- You stick your finger up his ass
and see if he shuts his eyes then, hey?
Just fucking wrap him up.
What the fuck is this?
Turn it the other way,
it's fucking longer one way.
- Oh, that fixed it.
I'm gonna change his fucking diaper.
- It's just what I had in the fucking car, okay.
Just fucking wrap him up.
It does look like he's looking at you, doesn't it?
- Shut up, and fucking help me!
- This is fucking bullshitting man!
Tell you, I gotta get back into the gym?
Hold on a second.
- Yo.
- Hey. Hey buddy.
My friend Kenji said you might be the right guy
to talk to about getting rid of some product.
- Oh yeah? - Pineapples.
- How many are you talking about?
- About 10,000 worth.
- That's a lot.
- Huh? That's okay, we can go elsewhere.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on big dog.
I just wanna know where you got that much.
- From Hawaii. What does it matter?
- Listen, come by my place, alright.
- Okay. - I'll text you
the details. - Beautiful.
- Nice work, Scarface.
So do you actually know somewhere
where you can get some cocaine?
- I may do.
- This way, gentlemen.
- Take a seat fellas.
So I hear you're chasing after some gear?
- Yeah. - Sweet as.
Let's take a look at the dollars then, hey?
Nice.
So Turbo, you know I like you.
Bad news for you, Sport.
Your mate here's a cop.
- I'm a cop? - Mhm-hmm.
Ahshh! You're a cop.
- So how could you tell? - The haircut.
See, you cops all have that same special cop haircut.
And that's the haircut. - Right.
- You know if you looked up the word cop in the dictionary,
you know what you'd find?
- The definition of the word cop?
- Yep. Only a cop would know that.
You're a cop, no deal.
- Well, hey, hey, hey, hey. So come on.
What can we do to make this situation go away?
- You got a dick pic?
See, a cop wouldn't have a dick pic
on his phone now would he?
- Ah, no, sorry.
I'm all outta dick pics, I'm afraid.
- I got a dick pic.
I got a good one.
Check this out. - Yeah, nah.
Fuck no, Turbo.
I'd imagine your dick would look like the surface
of the moon.
It's this fella here that's the concern.
Come on boys.
The faster we get this over and done with,
the faster you both can skedaddle out of here.
What do you reckon, eh?
- So what do you wanna do?
- Oh, come on.
Don't be an egg.
My camera phone has excellent megapixels.
- Are you fucking serious?
- Oh, I'm very serious bro.
- Fuck!
Don't you fucking look.
- Look at that.
- We got him good. - Oh man,
that worked way better that I thought it would.
That was fucking beautiful.
- Thank. Fuck, I thought we were dealing
some sort of fucking pervert.
- Oh you are? - Yeah.
She's just also a practical joker too.
- I can still take a picture of your dick if you want, bro.
- Who the fuck are you?
- I'm Pineapple Pete.
- Who the fuck is that? - That's Pineapple Paul.
- I could put in Pineapple Paul.
Come in.
- So it's Eric, but don't call me fucking Eric.
Because if you call me Eric, I'll fucking kill you.
What do you got?
Yeah. That's my shit.
Over here. Over here.
It's got your name on it.
Abbott. Thank you, Stella.
Thank you, boys.
There you go.
Goddamn! That's not bad.
- So you got a movie star staying here, eh?
- Yeah. Yeah, a movie star brother.
But movie stars is a very broad definition,
you know what I mean?
Like I could have been a movie star.
Stella! How hard is that?
You wanna play rough?
Okay!
Hey listen, what's your name?
- Turbo. - Turbo?
Is that Italian?
- Half Italian, half Irish.
- Boys, I don't wanna be the bearer of bad news, okay?
This is fucking...
This is not 10 grand.
- We think it's 10.
- Hey Cherry Bomb!
Subtitles, get the money from the fucking cupboard, yeah.
Thank you. Appreciate it.
Five and a half.
And that's where we're at.
If you think that's 10 grand,
you've got fucking rocks in your head, brother.
- How do we get it closer to 10?
- What are you gonna do?
Hang on a sec.
Abra fucking Cadabra!
Five and a half is still five and a half.
You want to go get 10 grands worth?
Go get 10 grands worth,
but this ain't fucking 10 grands worth.
- Hey, asshole! It's gonna be 10.
- You pulling a gun on me?
Are you fucking serious?
Are you fuck.. Hun!
They're pulling a gun on me in my house.
I know.
Sweetheart, give me the bitch.
My dick, it's bigger than yours.
- Not for much fucking longer.
- Woohoo, yeah!
- I said five, motherfucker!
If all fear is rooted in the fear of death,
motherfucker, there is nothing to fear.
- Okay, okay, you know what?
You drive a hard one.
- Let me ask you a question.
Are you a nihilist or an idealist?
Because that's important.
Take my eyes!
But not that.
Is this fucking guy for real?
I told him five and a half, all right.
And I'm doing you a favour 'cause I like you bro, okay?
And this guy, he wants 10.
Where we at?
Fuckface!
Fuckidy. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Fuckface!
Movie star.
- Oh, yeah!
- Movie star, motherfucker.
- Oh, yeah!
- Oh, motherfucking, yeah!
- Where the fuck did you get a gun from?
- Bernie.
- When was the last time we met here?
- Long time.
- Got some work for you if you want it.
Just like the old days.
- Just like the old days.
A few blokes pulling the job,
getting out around five o'clock this arvo.
We're gonna grab them as they're coming out.
- How many's the few?
- Dunno, maybe two, three.
But I've seen more braids in a Bangcock whorehouse
than with these guys.
- Need anybody else?
- Don't think so.
- Okay. I'll get my equipment together.
I'll meet you guys at 5:00 p.m. sharp.
Nice hat.
- Hey. - Hello.
- Look, I'm a mate of Nick's. Is he home?
- No, I haven't seen him for a few days.
- Oh, right, a few days. Alright.
He's meant to leave something here for me.
He didn't drop a bag off or anything, did he?
- No. Look, if he does,
I'll let him know you're looking for him.
- No, that's all right.
Probably come back later.
That's a cute kid.
Hello. You two have a lovely day.
- What are they doing?
- JP's robbing some joint.
Wanted me to wear a getaway.
Either way, once they come out, we ambush them,
take it off their hands.
What the fuck was that?
- Oh, Mel bought me a new watch
since I no longer have a phone to set alarms.
- Turn it off.
Don't want it going off at the wrong moment.
- Where the fuck is Patty?
- Hey, here he is. He's here.
- Sorry, boys.
Fucking flat tyre.
- Where the fuck's Patty? - On the inside.
- Where the fuck is that?
- Motherfuckers!
- Hey Cricket, is that you?
- I'll just grab us a couple of beers, mate.
- Hey, hey.
Take it easy, big guy.
Nick, you're in here? Cuz?
- Look who the fuck it is.
You stole my money. - All your fucking money?
Five grand plus interest motherfucker!
- I'll get you five grand right here, bitch!
- Where the fuck have you been Patty?
- Boys, boys, boys.
Well, that's not cash.
You guys are fucked!
- Oh, is that a Mexican standoff?
I'm pretty sure that was a Mexican standoff.
- Come on, numb nuts.
I'll give you a free ride to the hospital.
Oh, you've seen worse.
- You look thirsty, mate.
- Saves me a walk.
So how you been?
- Oh you know, same shit, different depth.
You sort out that little problem.
- No, not yet.
- How much do you owe?
- All of it.
- Right? How much do you have?
- I got six grand to start with.
- Righto. When's it due? - Yesterday.
- Right. Now, we can fix this.
Now, this is an oldie but a goodie.
You take that six grand you have,
you put one grand of it onto a horse racing
in the bush tomorrow.
Doesn't matter who, just pick a name.
- Yeah mate, I backed roughies before,
and it doesn't work out so well.
- Just listen.
This is gonna be beautiful.
You then take the other five grand,
and you put it on the same horse
that's gonna bring the price in,
which is why you put your money down first.
Then you call this Boss Lady and you say,
I'm sorry I don't have the money.
But what I did find was a $5,000 ticket for a horse
that's racing tomorrow, paying 35 to one.
If it wins, you'll get $175,000 you tell her.
She'll ask, what horse? Where?
Then you just sit and wait.
- Well, what then?
- Well, then you stop asking stupid fucking questions.
You've gotta stop over-complicating things, Nick.
All you have to worry about is making sure
that you leave that ticket in the boss's house.
Then you wrap your laughing gear around a beer
while you're watching the race tomorrow.
If it doesn't get up, you're hop on your bike
and you fuck off.
And you fuck off quick.
But if it does, you just remember your old mate, Potsy.
- Oh hey. Yeah, look Erin, it's me.
I know it's not 50K, but we found a ticket at Col's place.
But we think Col got some tip on a roughy running
in the bush because it's five grand at 35 to one.
That's $175,000 if it wins.
Anyway, thought you might be interested, that's all.
Alright, will do.
Have a good day.
Fucking bitch!
- And we're just about running to six,
gates open and they're off now.
Mel's Secret was away quite well,
but not as well as Wide Ribbon from Mount Wide
was given a shove to go forward and quickly rolls towards
the front and takes up that leading position.
Mel's Secret coming after White Ribbon,
then Madam Rock and Bold Delargo.
Mel's Secret now takes the lead,
starts to edge away later and Mel's Secret
is going to win it well by two legs,
beat White Ribbon.
Thirdly Madam Rock,
and then Bold Delargo leaves and was last.
- Hey. - Oh, hey.
- Is he here?
- No. - No, no, okay.
All right, well maybe I might.
I'll just wait.
- You want a cuppa? - What?
- Do you want a cuppa? - No, she's right.
Nice deck.
Goes well with the garden.
- Yeah, thanks.
We've had some great times out there.
- So I'm back because him and his little mate were meant
to drop a bag off for me yesterday and they didn't.
So here I am.
- I haven't seen Nick since yesterday, so.
- Alright, where's the little one?
- She's at school.
- All right. I'm gonna take a another walk around.
But if you're lying to me and he's here,
I'm not gonna be very fucking happy.
- Look, as I said, I haven't seen Nick since yesterday.
- Yeah, that's what you said.
- We'll just take a look around then, hey.
Don't mind?
- So he is not here, okay?
- Yeah, you said it.
- Call him.
- I think it's time you leave.
- Call him.
Hurry up. Hurry up!
- Nick ever tell you why he went to jail?
- No, he didn't.
I don't give a fuck.
- See, Nick grew up at the racetrack.
This one night, this mob guy comes up to Nick
and he asks him for a tip and Nick knew who he was,
and didn't wanna cause any trouble.
So he gives him one and it wins.
For weeks, this prick just keeps coming up to Nick
and asking him for tips.
And one night when Nick sure thing doesn't win,
this mob guy, like he tells Nick that he owes him the 20K
that he just lost on the race.
Nick didn't have that kind of money, so after 24 hours,
the guy shows up here threatening me and my daughter.
He thinks that's a way to get to Nick, except Nick was here.
He came out of that walk-in right there
with a spanner in his hand and he hit the guy in the head
with it over and over, and over and over again
till the guy stopped moving,
and then Nick and I buried his body out there under
the deck, the one you like.
He's still out there.
And then Col paid some money
to make the problem go away.
And then Nick got pinched trying to get the money
to pay back Col.
And that's why Nick went to jail.
- Ahoy, poloy. - Hey.
- Hey, how the hell does a guy take so long to get ready
and still look so fucking ugly?
Hey, you got a new phone?
- Yeah, well somebody killed my other one.
- Is this what 50 grand feels like?
Christ, there's a whole lot more than 50 grand here.
- I found Col's other stash.
- Oh. Tell me about it.
- Yep. As soon as I figured out what was going on.
Could only get 20 to one though.
- Who gives a fuck?
I told you our boy was special.
He's going places.
- Turbo, you know they paid all the other jockeys off
so our boy would win, right?
- Eh, you can believe that if you want.
I'm telling you, he's a champion.
Why your fingernails so dirty?
- Don't worry about it.
- Yo, I'm just thinking out loud here,
like, you know what we can spend our money on.
I'm talking serious investments,
not gambling, or throwing the shit away.
You know, talking like strippers, taylor suits,
holy shit, look at that dog.
That dogs got one fucking leg.
That's got more wheels than legs.
Yo, what's your dog's name?
Rolly?
Things are looking up.