"That's better." "Yeah." "Yeah!" "Ooh!" "Lard, wanna set 'em up?" "Come on, boys." "What do you want, Davo?" "I'm here to have it out with Jock." "What?" "Man on man." "Just the two of us." "No weapons." "Just our fists." "Whose idea's this?" "Nobody's." "Well, you're lucky he's not here." "You'd better come inside, then... if you're game." "What's the bloody Bandaid doin' here?" "Testin' how brave he is." "Ah, should be fun." "Hey, Davo." "When can we come to your joint and share those bloody girls?" "You're not goin' to his clubhouse." "If you want to flex your muscles, there's plenty of other clubs." "We're both too big for this." "We're not gonna close you down and you're not gonna close us." "We'll see about that." "I agree with Davo." "Come on, fellas." "We're all Comanchero underneath, aren't we?" "You think we ain't heard about Snoddy threatening to kill Jock?" "Well, that's not the only bullshit being talked, Leroy." "Now, the best thing for you to do is fuck off while you can!" "I just thought there might be someone not as fucked up as everyone else." "I'll have a word with Jock." "At least you came here." "Yeah." "So, you've been to Granville?" "Who told ya?" "Brothers talk." "Did someone invite ya?" "Look, I just thought..." "You don't do nothin' unless you're told." "You think Jock or any of them are gonna listen to reason?" "Well, probably not." "So, what's the point?" "You just look weak." "It's not weak to talk." "If they see weak, this thing will never end." "And if Jock sent someone here, I'd laugh in his face." "So... we're gonna sit and do nothin'." "We're not doin' nothin'." "Fuck off!" "You fuckin' prick!" "Prick!" " How is he?" " How do you think?" "The police have been." "Shit." "Yeah, I know..." "you don't talk to the cops." "Well, this is different." "This time, they tried to kill him." "Does he know who it was?" "Nuh." "How's the bike?" "Cops took it." "Do we care?" "You gotta do somethin', Snow." "You gotta make this end." "Why'd you let him split the club?" "Everything was fine before that." "You've been makin' allegations." "Who says?" "The cops." "You've been talkin' to them, have ya?" "They didn't get nothin' from me." "But some bastard gave 'em my phone number." "I don't know nothin' about that." "So, you think we tried to kill Jock, hey?" "Run him off the road?" "If we wanted him dead... he'd be dead." "And you." "And anyone else." "Well, if you didn't do it, who did?" "I don't know." "Why don't you ask a fortune-teller?" "Jock's a pretty shithouse rider." "Maybe someone got pissed off with him." "So, it was just some..." "crazy straight out there, was it?" "Mate, if we wanted to get you... we wouldn't do it at night." "We'd do it right in front of your face." "With these." "Come on." "Come on." "Fuckin' do both of ya." "You're weak as piss." "So's Jock." "# Well, now, baby" "# Somethin's goin' on" "# Well, now, baby" "# There's somethin' goin' on" "# Now, tell me, baby" "# Where has that good thing gone?" "# I'm down here, baby" "# On my bended knee" "# I'm down here, babe" "# On my bended knee... #" "Thanks, Snod, for not wearing your colours." "What about him?" "It's OK." "They're not causing any trouble." "Three beers and a lemon squash, thanks." "You're in me way." "Somethin' on your mind?" "Yeah... that you might hassle the publican like you did the other night." "Wasn't me." "Or bash one of our members." "Wasn't me neither." "You piece of shit." "Even your vice-prez can't go to a swap meet without bashing' one of our blokes." "You fuckin' cowards." "Go and tell someone who cares." "Dickhead." "That's the trouble with you Commos." "You haven't worked out that if you push us, we push back twice as hard." "# Give me one more time" "# We could make a new start... #" "Aaagh!" "Aaagh!" "Aaagh!" "Aaagh!" "# Give me one more time... #" "Aaaaagh!" "# We could make a new start... #" "Aaagh!" "Sorry, love." "Tell Bob to send me the bill." "# We could make a new start... #" " Bit unfit, are youse?" " I'll say." "What happened to you?" "Bandaids got us at the pub." "What could we do?" "They had the numbers." "Fucking cowards..." "this is all about the Bandaids tryin' to prove they're harder than we are!" "I think they're lookin' for an all-in blue, Jock." "Wouldn't the Campbells love that?" "I'll tell you somethin'." "That won't be happenin', alright?" "We'll be fightin' this on our own terms, in accordance with the seven elements." ""I will force the enemy to take our strength for weakness" ""and our weakness for strength."" "And I'll get Foggy to call a council of war, alright?" "Nobody... does that to Jock Ross!" "Fucking nobody!" "We approach by the sea, at night, and come in through the park." "There's a jetty." "Why go through the park?" "We have to get around, underneath the back of the house, take three boxes and the detonating device." "And what... blow up the place?" "That's mass murder, mate." "Only if you get caught." "If he's doin' it, we'll get caught, Jock." "We'll wait until no-one's there, then we go 'boom'." "Oh, right." "And who makes it go 'boom'?" "I do." "I'd have to go out the back." "Oh, shit, that's clever." "Why don't you blow yourself up in the process and destroy the evidence?" "Hey, we're discussing possibilities here." "If you've got nothin' to offer, then shut up." "Well, I say we take 'em up on their offer." "Strike Force versus the Campbells." " I know where I'd put my money." " Oh, do you?" "'Cause mine'd be on them." "Alright, the last thing that we want is a fair fight." "Is that what happened with Dog?" "I mean, have a fuckin' look at him." "Alright?" "This calls for an escalation." "Yeah, well, I'm against blowing anything up, Jock." "I mean, for Christ sakes, how has it come to this?" "I don't know!" "Alright?" "I suggest you go and ask them." "What do you think, Fogg?" "I'm with you, Prez." "Nothin' face to face." "Exactly." "Nothin' face to face." "Which doesn't leave a whole heap of options, does it?" "Hey!" "Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh!" "Chopper!" "You scared the shit out of me." "Give me a hand, would ya?" "Alright." "Box of fire lighters." "Four kilos of bangers." "Two boxes of bourbon." "Should get us through the night." "Nice one." "What'd I miss?" "# Astra Wally is a real mean cat" "# He gets around with caps in his hat" "# He looks at pain with a nod and a wink" "# Oh, Astra Wally, you're a super-fun thing" "# Astra Wally" "# You super-fun thing" "# Astra Wally" "# You super-fun thing" "# It ain't funky, comin' down" "# It ain't funky" "# It ain't funky" "# It ain't funky" "# It ain't funky, comin' down... #" "We got 'em good, eh." "I reckon they got the message." "I don't reckon they did." "We need to bash 'em all." "It's enough for now." "I disagree." "You give me the word, I'll take all the blokes and we'll finish it." "You're not thinkin' ahead." "There's more of us and he knows that." "And we're better-lookin'." "Come on, Shadow." "If we're gonna have a chat, we may as well chat to the ladies!" "# Astra Wally" "# You super-fun thing" "# Astra Wally" "# You super-fun thing" "# Thing" "# Thing, thing" "# Thing" "# Thing, thing" "# Thing" "# Thing... #" "Fuckin' hell!" "Stay down!" "Is everyone alright?" "!" "JB Fencing." "Vanessa, hi." "How are you?" "Oh, you know." "Yeah." "Yeah, I know." "Hey, is Jock there?" "Do you think he might speak to Snod?" "Yeah, I don't..." "I don't know what about." "Yeah, I can..." "I can wait." "It's Lee Denholm." "Snoddy wants to talk to you." "Well, why doesn't he phone me himself?" "Will you talk to him or not?" "You there, Lee?" "Yeah, I'm here." "Put Snoddy on, will ya?" "Hello." "Jock?" "What do YOU want?" "We need to talk." "It's a bit late for that, wouldn't you say?" "If we don't, someone's gonna get hurt, real bad." "Someone already has." "You bashed my men at the pub." "That's not where this started." "Well... that's not where it'll finish." "So, now you're taking pot-shots at the clubhouse." "I don't know what you're talkin' about." "Well, I don't expect you to admit it." "Any more than you'll admit to running me off the road." "We said we didn't do it." "Me neither." "And next..." "We need to meet." "Why?" "Both clubs, in a football field, and fight it out." "Is this the Campbell plan?" "Well... no." "They enjoy that too much." "Well, I never heard you walk away from a blue, Jock." "I'm not backin' away from anything'." "Alright?" "I'm just employin' other tactics." "I was going to phone you anyway, to make my own declaration." "What?" "Of war." "And there'll be no fights at football grounds or frontal attacks or conventional engagements." "Alright?" "This is guerilla warfare... at night, in your home, when you least expect it." "And like all guerilla wars, it's going to be a long one." "A very, very long one." "So, watch your back." "He wanted to tell me officially that we're at war." "A guerilla war." "Bring it on." "I told him we should sort this out the usual way but he rejected me offer." "So, we need to decide what our next move is." "Hit their clubhouse, like they hit ours." "Uh, well, that would involve the cops even more." "But we're not telling them anything, are we?" "Maybe we should." "I don't know why we're protecting them." "We're not protecting them." "We're just not squealing." "We gotta do this our own way." "I'll ring Jock and tell him what we think of his declaration." "But if he won't listen, these are the options..." "We do nothin'." "We hit their clubhouse like they hit ours." "Yep." "We go to their pub, we bash the shit out of them, we take their colours." "Now you're talkin'." "Alright, meeting's over." "You didn't have much to say for yourself." "Just tell the cops what they need to know, nothin' more." "Alright?" "This shit's gettin' out of hand." "You and Jock need to sit down and talk." "Mate, it takes two to tango." "I suppose you're not as stubborn as he is." "That's what you think the problem is?" "Me being stubborn?" "No, he didn't say that." "We're just tryin' to help." "Well, you can start with some loyalty." "Yes..." "And you keep your bloody nose clean." "What's that mean, Snod?" "No guns." "We need another 50 of these." "But get Leroy to pick them up, make sure they're cut to length." "You sure he should take 'em to the job?" "If it's at the owner's expense." "I'm not paying for any if they go missing." "Are you gonna call Snoddy?" "He phoned again." "I spoke with Lee." "Well, you shouldn't have." "They're Bandaids." "He wants you to call." "Anyway, I'm gonna take Holly-Ann to the doctors." "Her throat's not gettin' any better." "You know, she should have her tonsils out." "I'll put the answer phone on." "Don't bother." "If they want to phone back, they can phone back." "No-one wants to talk to a bloody machine." "That was Ness." "Jock got your message." "And?" "He's not gonna call." "Why not?" "'Cause he's your former prez and you need to go and see him." "Is that what he said?" "No, that's what I'm saying." "I'm a president too." "I don't get this shit from other clubs!" "Hey, Joel, can you go watch some telly?" "Thanks, baby." "He's fuckin' lovin' this." "Yeah, of course he is." "Yeah, he makes his declaration of war and fuck the consequences." "Which is why you have to be better than him." "Well, we're not accepting war." "Fuck him." "We're not backin' down." "Well, that'll work." "Sure." "Oh, Jesus, Lee!" "Can you fuckin' help me out here?" "!" "I'm sorry." "I just..." "I'm sorry." "I think you should go and see him, though." "He thinks we're running scared." "And?" "We fuckin' outnumber him, 2 to 1." "And he's got guns and he wants to use 'em." "He's prepared." "And so have we." "Is that what you think?" "Hang on." "No, no, no." "I thought you said that you weren't gonna do that." "I thought you told him that." "This isn't our idea!" "We don't do anything!" "He declared on us!" "Right." "He declared on you." "We don't want war and we all voted against it." "War." "You don't understand." "I understand." "I understand you bikie clubs are loyal and you take no shit and you look after us, but... are those fuckin' colours worth dyin' for?" "Snoddy, are they worth more than you and me?" "I don't know what you want me to say." " Isn't that Foggy's ute?" " Yeah." "What's he doin' on our turf?" "Pricks." "Go!" "Go!" "Fuck!" "Come on!" "Where was he?" "Just here." "What's he doing near my bloody house?" "Got no idea." "There he is!" "Hey!" "Come here!" "Fuck!" "Come here, you little..." "Get down!" "You right?" "Yeah." "You?" "Yeah." "Shit." "Fuck." "So, who was on sentry?" "I dunno." "Who was on sentry?" "Don't ask him!" "You should bloody know!" "Jesus Christ!" "We got shotgun blasts goin' through the window and you sleep through the whole thing?" "We had a..." "..pretty big night." "You had a big night?" "!" "You're a disorganised, useless rabble!" "Now, I want sentries 24 hours, alright?" "Here and at my house... you got that?" "Yes, Prez." "Well, get it organised!" "And you..." "Right?" "You double the fortifications, alright?" "I want more barbed wire and I want boards on the windows." "You had a big night!" "If you were in the army, they'd take you out and shoot ya!" "Fuckin'..." "Do you think this is some kind of a fucking joke, do ya?" "!" "Huh?" "This is full-on hostilities, alright?" "This is all-out war!" "And big nights, Leroy, they're fuckin' cancelled too, alright?" "Done!" "You take another mouthful of that beer," "I'll bend you over that table and I'll ram it straight up your arse." "Alright?" "They're done." "Alright?" "Over!" "Alright?" "You're the sergeant-at-arms." "You stand down the troops!" "If you'd call 'em that!" "'Cause I wouldn't!" "You're a disgrace!" "The lot of ya!" "Jock Ross?" "Who wants to know?" "I'm Detective Sergeant Masterson." "This is Detective Constable Moran." "We're making, uh, inquiries about a shooting incident." "We have reason to believe that some of your men might have been involved." "Uh, members of your motorcycle club." "So, what's that got to do with me?" "Do you know anything about the incident?" "No." "Or... who might have been involved?" "You clowns woke me up to ask me this?" "'Cause according to our information, various members of your club and another, the Bandidos, are... well, they're taking pot-shots at each other." "Pot-shots?" "Oh, right." "Is there, like, a prize?" "Are you denying shots were fired at your clubhouse on 18 August?" "Pass." "Your neighbours lodged a complaint but... but you didn't." "No. 'Cause I wasn't there." "Several of your men were." "Do you have any weapons on the premises, Mr Ross?" "Weapons?" "No." "But you have a licence for a number of firearms." "I have a property at Mangrove Mountain." "I got guns up there." "Properly secured?" "No." "They're just lyin' around on the fuckin' tables." "Of course they're properly secured!" "Why do you have these weapons?" "Well, sport." "You know, rabbits, pigs." "Why does anyone have guns?" "Now, that's an interesting question." "Don't be smart with me, Ross." "My gang's a whole lot bigger than yours." "Is that a threat?" "You bet." "I mean, you can bash each other as much as you like." "But you start firing guns in public places, expect a whole lot of grief from us." "Hmm?" "Well, I'm quaking' in me boots." "Right." "Well, we'll be back, hmm?" "Alright, good." "Give me some notice and I'll put the kettle on." "Come on." "Inside, darl." "You go play with Joely, alright?" "Go and play with Joely." "Hey, Chrissie." "Hey." "Want a beer?" "Yeah, sounds good." "Hey." "How are things?" "Yeah, good." "Joely, why don't you go outside and play with the girls, mate?" "Good boy." "I'm leavin', Snod." "I'm not takin' any more chances with Chris and the kids." "There's me colours." "But we're brothers, mate." "Don't pull that." "They've got me so worried, before Chris takes the kids to school," "I'm checkin' the fuckin' car for bombs." "At night, we're pushin' the couch up against the bloody front door." "It's gonna blow over." "Is it?" "Yes." "I got responsibilities." "You know, in case you haven't noticed, they're not right in the fuckin' head." "I can't risk my family, mate." "Neither should you." "You know Jock's gonna see this as a win?" "Fuck him." "Are your brothers goin' too?" "We haven't talked about it." "But you don't have to worry." "Caes and Shad, they love this shit." "And they're staunch." "Will you think about it... for me?" "Will you give me a couple of days?" "Look... you feel the same in a week," "I'll let you go." "You got me word." "Go on." "What happened to just... a good root, a bit of a knuckle and a long ride, eh?" "One week, Snod." "One week." "OK." "Right, fellas." "First off, I won't be joinin' youse tonight." "I'm on a promise to Lee's family." "Don't worry, Snod." "I'll drink all your beer for you." "Piss off, you bastard." "You do anyway." "The swap meet at the Viking Tavern tomorrow at Milperra... it's a compulsory meeting." "And if the Comanchero are there, we will bash them and we will take their colours and put an end to this." "And you remember, we've got the numbers, so I expect every one of youse there tomorrow to maintain that advantage." "Alright?" "Boys, I didn't want this fight." "But I'm not fuckin' backing' away from it either." "I made a promise to the Americans, when we took their colours... that we would wear 'em and we would wear 'em proud." "We're not some tin-pot, made-up club like the fuckin' Comancheros." "We're part of the Bandido Nation... part of a global brotherhood." "Right?" "So, I'll see you all tomorrow." "Bandidos forever!" "Forever Bandidos!" "Bandidos forever!" "Forever Bandidos!" "Bandidos forever!" "Forever Bandidos!" "Bandidos forever!" "Forever Bandidos!" "Bandidos forever!" "Forever Bandidos!" "Bandidos forever!" "Forever Bandidos!" "Bandidos forever!"