"The best thing for you to do is fuck off while you can!" "You think Jock or any of them are going to listen to reason?" "Probably not." "So, what's the point?" "You just look weak." "Mate, if we wanted to get you, we wouldn't do it at night." "We'd do it right in front of your face." "Fucking cowards!" "This is all about the Bandaids trying to prove they're harder than we are!" "That's the trouble with you Commos." "You haven't worked out that if you push us... we push back twice as hard." "Go and tell someone who cares." "We fucking outnumber him two to one." "He's got guns and he wants to use them." "He's prepared." "So have we." "Hang on." "No, no, no." "I thought you said that you weren't going to do that." "I thought you told him that." "This is full-on hostilities, alright?" "This is all-out war!" "Why did you let him split the club?" "Everything was fine before that." "I'm leaving, Snod." "I'm not taking any more chances with Chris and the kids." "You keep this for now." "You feel the same in a week, I'll let you go." "I mean, you can bash each other as much as you like." "You start firing guns in public places, expect a whole lot of grief from us." "Is that a threat?" "You bet." "And there'll be no fights at football grounds." "This is guerrilla warfare." "So watch your back." "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." "Bandidos forever!" "Forever Bandidos!" "Hey, Shifty." "Hey, you old bastard." "Leanne." "What are you doing here?" "You going to church?" "Yeah, right!" "No, I'm dropping some flowers on my old man's grave." "Nice." "What you doing after that?" "Going to a swap meet." "Why?" "Can I come?" "I don't think so." "I'm bored, Shifty." "Don't be such a dumbshit arsehole." "Listen here, Leanne, I told you to quit with the swearing!" "I'll be off this bike as soon as look at you and slap your arse!" "Tell you what I'll do." "Stay with me bike, see no-one touches it, then I'll think about taking you to the swap meet." "Fucking deal." "Whoa!" "Soap and water, Leanne!" "Yeah, soap and bloody water and don't be too bloody long." "Good morning!" "Hello, mate." "Hey." "Look what's under there." "Happy Father's Day." "Thanks, mate." "Thank you." "What are they?" "Thanks very much!" "Happy Father's Day." "Jesus Christ, Leroy." "We won't have any left!" "The trick's getting the pressure right in the bastard." "Just use your bloody mouth!" "Yeah, I tried that!" "Hurts in here." "Just leave it alone, OK?" "Let me do that." "You come and do this." "Nice day for it." "Aye." "You know, my father, he never approved of Father's Day." "He said it was a capitalist plot designed to separate the worker from his money." "Me, I'd rather enjoy it, you know?" "A day of reflection of the importance of being the man of the house." "Not my father." "No time for reflection there." "Course, growing up in the Gorbals forges a man politically." "Goebbels was a Nazi." "What?" "You know." "# Hitler has only got one ball #" "# Goering, his are way too small #" "# Himmler had something sim'lar #" "# But poor old Goebbels had no balls at all. #" "What are you talking about, you clown?" "I'm talking about Father's Day and growing up in the Glasgow slums." "I mean, what the fuck has that got to do with the Third Reich, Leroy?" "Don't say another word, pal." "OK?" "Are you going to the swap meet?" "Yeah." "Fog's picking me up." "Good." "'Cause I've got a neighbour coming over." "He's a drainer." "Yeah?" "You'd probably be out of your depth." "I'll show you how to do this." "It's too fast, see?" "Hey, Bull." "You coming to Milperra?" "Nah." "Everybody's going." "I'm not." "Well, how am I supposed to get there?" "I need a lift." "That's not my problem." "Hey, Chopper." "Christine." "Big night out?" "Yeah, always." "Come here." "Hey." "You know this is compulsory, don't you?" "Snoddy wants us all there." "Fair dinkum." "Babe, do you mind if I drop Chop off and have a couple of beers?" "Well, you're lucky it's Father's Day." "I'll only be a couple of hours." "I promise." "Better bring him home..." "Come here." "Otherwise I'll be doing the cooking." "No, no!" "That's my barbeque." "You don't touch that!" "Yeah, well, you've been told!" "You, you're a bully." "See ya." "Alright?" "And you smell." "Hit it, Leroy." "Backhand." "Forehand." "Backhand." "Leroy." "Game, set, match." "Oh!" "After the meet, come back for a feed, if you like." "Oh, we're thinking out heading to Mittagong for a bit of a run." "Well, enjoy yourselves." "Going to see if there's any interest." "See who turns up at the club." "If you do decide to come back, get Snowie to bring some meat, eh?" "I wouldn't mind a bit of a run, Pres." "Yeah, well, I wouldn't mind that either." "Poor old thing hardly gets a ride these days." "I heard that." "OK!" "Ready?" "And go!" "Hang on!" "Hang on!" "No, wait!" "What's going on here?" "Go on." "Bring me in, bring me in!" "Come on, come on, come on!" "What are we doing?" "Chop, come on!" "Here we go." "Alright." "One, two, three, four!" "Ow!" "Fuck!" "Guys, no, we're supposed to..." "Roo, come on in." "Come on, Roo!" "You show us then!" "Come on, mate." "You got to show us." "Come on." "Here we go." "Oi!" "Oi!" "Oh, the double!" "What is that?" "!" "Going to get my beer." "Fair dinkum." "That's dangerous." "I thought you weren't coming." "Yeah, well, stinky fingers needed a lift and I felt like a beer." "It's a waste of time anyway." "They're not going to show." "Too public." "Too many people." "What can you do at a swap meet anyway?" "It's like... fighting in church." "I'm getting too old for this shit." "You love it!" "Not like I used to." "You're so full of crap!" "Mate, we can't do this forever." "I can." "It's in my blood." "You just do it 'cause Caeser does it." "Bullshit!" "Mate, you copy everything he does!" "Such a load of crap." "If he put on lipstick, you'd go and buy a bloody dress!" "Oi, go and get fucked." "Aw, see?" "Nice." "You need a better role model." "Like you?" "Yes!" "Solid, dependable, incredibly good looking..." "Solid?" "Yes!" "What do you call this?" "Hey?" "What about it?" "An old couch losing its padding?" "Ease up!" "Storing fat for the winter?" "Mate, this is a fuel tank for a fuck machine and don't you forget it!" "Hey!" "He done it!" "Oh, stop it!" "Stop teasing!" "Oh, no." "You're mine!" "This is how you dance with ladies, gentlemen." "I use the term 'gentlemen' very lightly." "Hey, Leanne!" "Leanne!" "Hey!" "Hi, Dad!" "What are you doing here?" "Oh, I got a late start." "You're not working, are you?" "Yeah, yeah." "I'm going down the snow." "But it's Father's Day." "I got you a present." "I don't need nothing like that." "But it's really good." "I got it from the Avon lady." "Oh, you should hang on to your money, love." "I got a job now, Dad." "Making and folding curtains." "Yeah, well, you should be at school, you know?" "Yeah, well, I'm in the real world now, ain't I?" "So, where you living?" "At Melinda's." "With her mum and her aunty." "Oh, yeah?" "That going alright?" "Uh, you know." "Do you speak to your mum much?" "Not really." "Hey, maybe I could come with you, Dad?" "Down the snow." "Yeah, well, why not?" "You being my daughter and all, don't think the boss would mind." "That's great." "Not this trip though." "Like, I'd have to ask him permission." "What about your present?" "Well, you could come over during the week." "You know, Lorraine and I have moved." "You know where we are, yeah?" "Uh, yeah." "There's my lift." "It was really good seeing you, love." "Yeah, you too." "You keep out of trouble now." "Never!" "Is that it?" "Aren't you going to take one from the side?" "No." "With the harbour in the back." "No!" "It's a better photo!" "So?" "So, why don't you take one?" "What for?" "!" "I just want a decent bloody photo of my bike." "Is it too much to bloody ask?" "!" "Come on!" "Come on." "You had your finger over the bloody... lens." "Here." "Maybe it's got a self timer." "What's up your arse today?" "Look, I'm just going to sit it on something." "The swap meet." "You're worried about the swap meet." "What?" "You don't have to worry about the bloody Commos, mate." "Course I have to worry about the bloody Commos." "I heard Snow's got a new shovel rigid with a 56 frame and a 76 engine." "Shits all over this piece of shit." "Sexy!" "Fucking Bandaids." "What?" "They just drove past my house." "What do you mean?" "Well, they wanted me to see them." "They're headed for the swap meet." "I know it." "Oh." "So it's on." "So, what are we going to do?" "You get to the club as quick as you can and I'll round everyone up." "Go." "What are you waiting for?" "Go!" "Foggy?" "Aye." "Yeah." "Yeah, it's on." "It's on!" "Jude, how's it going?" "Ah, hey, Mike!" "Yeah, it's going real good!" "I reckon there's about 20 stalls here already, there'll be more on the way." "You going to make your money on them?" "Yeah, yeah." "We'll get to 30, I reckon." "Five bucks a stall - that's 150 bucks." "Plus the roast and the raffles." "And the wet T-shirt." "Yeah, that as well!" "You might even clear 500 bucks." "Oh, I hope so." "Wet T-shirt comp." "Reckon I should enter?" "No." "I don't." "Don't be an arsehole, Shifty." "Watch it, Leanne, or I'll take you home!" "I want to have some fun!" "Buy me a vodka and orange, please!" "No way!" "Hey!" "I'm old enough to drink!" "No!" "You're not old enough." "And just because you do doesn't mean..." "Boring old shit!" "Jeez, you're a handful, Leanne." "You can have a cordial." "Bit of ice." "One of those umbrellas!" "I don't understand what you have to be here for." "I thought we were having a day with Mum and Dad." "That was the plan." "Then someone rings and it all goes out the window." "It's the way it works." "We were supposed to be going to the golf club for drinks." "I know." "Yeah, well, I'm still going to go." "So you should." "Sorry." "See you." "Foggy, what are they for?" "So we can talk." "Snowie's going to have this one." "Here." "Go over there." "Can you hear me?" "Over." "You want to go to the zoo tomorrow?" "What?" "They got this condor there." "I want to pinch it." "We can keep it here." "What?" "!" "A Californian condor." "Alright, they got a 10-foot wingspan." "They live for 50 years!" "We can go to the zoo tomorrow, alright?" "Yeah." "Over." "And out." "This is it, eh?" "I s'pose." "What if it's just the four of us?" "Then we can all go home." "Yep." "Bye!" "Who was that?" "My mum." "She's taking Joely for the weekend." "Since when?" "You didn't tell me." "Yes, I did." "Why didn't she say hello?" "'Cause you were in the shed." "I thought he was going to the Campbells'?" "Yeah, I don't like the way they play." "They're real rough and I'm not going to go myself." "Why not?" "Because I got the day to myself." "Clean up and have a bath, finish my book." "They're expecting you." "I don't think they'll miss me, Snod." "Dance with me." "It's going to be that sort of day, is it?" "I'll be back as soon as I can." "Well, so much for a day with the family." "Bloody obsessed with the Bandidos." "Not doing you any good either!" "Listen, I've got to do what I've got to do." "Yeah, but do you have to go looking for a fight?" "I'm not looking for a fight!" "Don't you yell at me!" "Just mind your own business, OK?" "Well, if you're not my business, what is?" "This is my club, Vanessa, alright?" "These are my men." "At least you get to ride the poor bloody thing!" "Don't give me that." "You love it." "Love what?" "Sitting around, chewing the fat." "Talking women stuff." "Is that what you think we do?" "Yeah." "I've changed my mind." "I've got better things to do than sit around with a bunch of bikie widows." "Babe, hey, hey, hey." "It's alright." "Stop it." "I'm serious." "Stop it!" "Hey, hey, hey, hey!" "Just go and hang with the other old ladies." "It's a club day and I really want you there." "Fucking club." "I'll make it up to you." "When I get back from the swap meet, the rest of the day is yours." "OK?" "Better be." "Cross me heart." "Yeah, well, my legs will be crossed the minute you forget it." "I love you." "Love you." "No barbeque 'till Bull gets here." "I'm on strict instructions." "Men and their cooking." "Would they boil you an egg?" "I know." "Oh!" "Hey!" "Hey." "Hey." "Boiling an egg's not manly enough for you." "But a barbie's different." "It's man against fire." "You know, that's a challenge." "God save the bloody meat!" "What's Snoddy like in the kitchen?" "He's great in the kitchen." "It's got nothing to do with his cooking though." "When are you going to the States?" "Oh, I don't know." "Snod loved it, you know?" "Can't wait to take me and Joely to Disneyland, but... got to save up, I guess." "Yeah, well, don't tell my lot." "There's bloody heaps of them." "Can't see that ever happening." "We took 'em to 'Walt Disney's World on Ice' once." "The Campbells love breeding, that's for sure." "Think of Phyllis and 17 children." "You mind if I don't?" "You and Snoddy will have another one, won't you?" "Yeah, think so." "Yeah, he wants a daughter." "A daughter?" "Mmm." "Why?" "'Cause he thinks boys are trouble." "I'm going to go check on the kids." "So, are you worried?" "About the boys?" "I don't see the point of worrying." "If they bash each other's heads in then I know which side I'm on." "Hey, Lard." "Mate, you're a rover." "What?" "Certain blokes have got targets and the rovers are there to protect them." "So I want you to bash anyone who gets on top of our blokes." "Yeah." "Right." "Roo." "Snod." "How's it going?" "I don't know." "You tell me." "Well, hopefully they're not going to show." "There's an idea." "Chop." "Hey." "We need to talk guns." "Taking them." "I'd prefer if we didn't." "Well, those bastards have got them." "We know that." "We'll wait another hour or so for everyone to get in, then we'll head off." "Leave the Rossi with me and take the rest with you in Bull's car." "He's going to love that." "He'll get over it." "All we're doing is showing them we're armed as well." "If they start firing?" "It's not going to happen." "Well, this is it." "Now, listen up, this is what we're going to do." "We're going to go for an hour, have our show, and then we'll leave." "And if they're there, you make no mistake, it's on." "So, those on bikes go in colours." "Cars go in support of the bikes." "And more than likely we're going to be outnumbered." "So tactics are going to be important." "The whole thing needs to be controlled." "Snow and Fog, be in radio contact and under my command the whole time." "Now, with guns, I want you to listen up." "You think of them as a deterrent, right?" "A last resort." "And they are not to be loaded when you're driving in the cars." "And if you have to shoot, you shoot at the legs." "Do I make myself clear?" "Yeah." "Yes, Pres." "Now, this is the type of day that can make a club." "It's also the type of day that can break one." "And as my father used to say," ""You hold your head high 'cause there's money bid for you."" "You go hard, you go straight, and you listen to orders." "And you wear these colours with pride!" " Comancheros forever!" " Forever Comanchero!" "Let's go!" "G'day, fellas." "You here setting up a stall or are you just looking for parts?" "Oh, just parts." "What are you planning to do with that?" "What's it to you?" "This is my turf, mate." "Good for you, mate." "This is a nice quiet family day." "What do you need with a baseball bat?" "Protection." "From what?" "Pricks that piss me off." "Where's your pres?" "There he is, just over there." "Fog, it's Snow." "Any sign of anyone?" "No, not yet." "Over." "You mind telling me what you need with a walkie-talkie?" "Well, that's a radio." "It's hardly an offensive weapon." "No, but that is." "That's my golok, mate." "It's my badge of office." "I take it everywhere." "What about your mate with the baseball bat?" "You're probably all carrying something." "Here we go." "Assuming the worst of me and my boys, just like everyone else." "I don't want any trouble." "There's not going to be any trouble, pal." "OK?" "Unless the Bandaids turn up." "You need to tell all your men to put their weapons away." "Now, get rid of that, the baseball bat, and anything else you're carrying." "You understand?" "Is that right, is it?" "Well, I tell you what, mate." "I'll think about it." "I'm ringing the cops." "Hey, I don't know if that's a good idea." "Bikies don't like the law." "Foggy's at his checkpoint." "There's kids here, Jock." "I know that, Snow." "What you doing?" "They got a gun." "That's why we're going to head right up here, well away from any trouble." "Who are they?" "You don't want to know, Leanne." "When you see them I just want numbers." "OK?" "How many bikes, how many cars, how many on bikes." "I don't care who they are, who's out in front" " I just want numbers." "You got that?" "Over." "Yeah." "I'm think I need someone with me." "No, you don't, alright?" "You stay put." "You're out of trouble over there." "Over." "Have you got that?" "Yep, got it." "Over." "I'll check the flanks." "Over." "We ready yet?" "Still waiting on a few stragglers." "Alright." "Hey, we're still going, aren't we?" "'Cause I've been polishing my bike all week." "A competition." "Yeah." "I'd normally win this sort of thing 'cause I've got the..." "Easy Rider pegs." "Yeah?" "It's good to see you're single-minded, mate." "Only way to win, Snod." "Only way to win!" "Been thinking about a long weekend." "We should plan a decent run." "Yeah." "What about Labour Day?" "That'd be good." "Up to the Walls of China or Bald Rock National Park." "Yeah, well, we haven't done it for a while." "Camp overnight or stay at a pub or something." "Well, I better get me bike back on the road!" "What's wrong with it?" "It's a Harley, mate." "Why do you think I'm driving the bloody wagon?" "I'm thinking of getting another one." "Oh, you're a sucker for punishment." "Someone's got to do it, mate." "I hear you." "You got anything?" "Anything happening down there?" "Nah, nothing, mate." "Over." "Nothing." "These gutless pricks aren't going to show." "You sound disappointed, Jock." "We've got to face them sometime, Snow." "I'd just rather get it over with." "Snow?" "Yeah?" "What's going on, mate?" "I don't know." "I think Jock's gone in for a drink or something." " Hello?" " Uh, Ness, it's me." "What happened?" "Well, nothing happened." "They didn't show." "I'll have a beer and I'll be home in half an hour." "OK." "Bye." "Cheers, Pres." "Change, love." "Cheers." "Smells good." "Yeah, it does." "Here you go." "Are you a Commo?" "Comanchero?" "Yeah." "I'm with my bikie friend." "Are ya?" "Do you know Shifty?" "Yeah, I know him." "He warned me to stay away from youse." "Who's next?" "Uh, one lamb sandwich, please." "Mm-hm." "That'll be a dollar, love." "Is it?" "Mm-hm." "How much have you got?" "It's alright." "I'll pay for those, and two or me." "That's sweet of you, mate." "There you go." "Thanks, mister." "Thank you." "No worries." "What can I get for you, mate?" "To those fucking cowards, the Bandaids." "Yellow-livered fuckheads." "Too scared to show their face and shit their pants in public." "I give you the one and only, the greatest club in this whole fucking sunburnt, Dorothea Mackellar country of ours." "The glorious, undefeated, Comanchero outlaw motorcycle club of Australia." " Comancheros Forever!" " Forever Comancheros!" " Comancheros Forever!" " Forever Comancheros!" " Comancheros Forever!" " Forever Comancheros!" "Comancheros Forever!" "Forever Comancheros!" "Aye." "Aye." "Foggy." "They're here." "Foggy." "Foggy!" "Foggy!" "Foggy, where are you?" "!" "Fuck!" "Now, boys." "Let's go, Kid." "Where's your pres?" "He needs to help stop this!" "He needs to help me stop this!" "It's too late!" "Get your guys to put their guns down." "Where the fuck's Jock?" "What do you reckon, boys?" "Bullhorn ambush or a battle wedge?" "I'm going in." "Cover me." "No firing." "Why don't you put the guns down?" "Fight like men." "You better get that gun out of my face before I shove it up your arse." "I'm going to fucking kill you!" "Hello?" "Oh, my God!" "These men of ours did an awful thing." "How do we live with that?" "We don't get a choice."