Chopper

There's somethin' desperately wrong

with him and he needs... He needs help.

Good luck to him, you know?

I mean, good luck to him and anyone that's helping him

because he's, I'm tellin' you.

Neville Bartos has been in hiding

since Chopper shot and narrowly missed killing him

for the second time.

See, that's a good bloody wound, that.

Can you see it? Course I can bloody see it!

I was hospitable. I let him in.

I said hello. I was a friend.

And he did it again.

He did it again. That's right!

So, what have you got to say to people

who say, "he's a real bad piece of work.

"He's criminally insane"?

Who says that?

Well, Neville Bartos, for one.

Oh, that bloody sook? Is he still crying, is he?

You know, Neville shouldn't have stepped

into the criminal world unless he was prepared

to put his whole bloody leg into it.

Look, the average man on the street

doesn't worry about Chopper read.

The average man in the street,

he likes me, he couldn't care less about me.

What I do, he applauds.

You know, and now they're saying that the victims,

that the bloody proceeds of my book

should go to these victims of crime.

Well, who are my victims?

Victims of crime! They're bloody drug dealers.

Can you believe it?

You want money to go lo drug dealers? Perish the thought!

I've got nothing on my conscience

for killing a few drug dealers.

You know, I mean, the drugs, as far as I'm concerned,

they completely ruined the criminal world,

and in my opinion they will probably ruin normal society.

That's right. That's what you said before.

You seem to have a hatred for humanity.

Well, I mean, humanity doesn't like me.

That's why we're sitting here now talkin'

I'm a bloody freak show. I'm a bloody freak show.

Hello! Hello! Waving at us!

He's waving at us!

The Chopper, Chopper. He's waving at us.

An average person watching this thinks I'm a bloody freak.

What's your opinion?

I'm just a bloody normal bloke.

A normal bloke who likes a bit of torture.

See that line there?

That's your side of the yard.

You stay that side of the yard, we'll stay this side.

Good. You got that, knucklehead?

What's he done to his hair?

That's boot Polish, mate.

He's developed a bit of a complex about it.

Poor old bugger.

Nice to see your bald patch's gone, Keith.

No, no, looks good, mate.

I like it.

So you're not gonna get me then, Keithy?

You're not worth doin' any more time over, you maggot.

Oh, Keithy, you'd get off on self-defense.

All's you've got to do is kill me,

present my psychiatric records to the court.

There's not a jury in the land that will convict you.

You're fuckin' sick, read. You're insane.

Beethoven had his critics too, Keith.

See if you can name three of them.

That's right. You can't.

Why don't you do yourself a favour and neck up, you cunt?

You're a parrot. Fucken' blowfly.

Oh, Keith, you know, I always thought I was a good bloke.

Ha! What did you ever do that was good?

Well, I bashed you.

That was good, wasn't it?

It was good for a bit of a giggle, anyway. Eh, Keithy?

Oh, come on, Keith.

You should thank me.

You've got a head that needs regular panel beating.

Oh, fuck him. Who does he think he is?

He knows who he is, mate.

He's Keithy George, right?

He's... he's the painters and dockers, mate.

Out there he's a painters and dockers.

In here he's just another bare bum in the shower.

Why do you hate him so much?

I don't hate him. I don't hate anybody.

Well, why have we been fighting him

for three fuckin' years, then?

I don't know.

Well, mate, we should have a reason.

We'll make one up.

Step in.

Step in, Mark.

Fuckin' get that into yaaaa...

Cunt!

It's a goal, kicked by Sheldon.

Shit! Fuck.

Mr. Cole? Mr. Cole?!

What the fuck's going on down there?

There's been an accident!

Keithy's done himself a mischief!

Rightio.

Hurry up! I'm comin' down in a minute.

Shit!

Are you alright, Keith? Eh?

It's alright, Keith.

You're not gonna bleed to death, mate.

Alright? They called the screws.

The screws are comin'.

Do you want a cigarette, Keith?

Get away from me.

It's alright, mate.

Have a cigarette, Keith.

Keithy, hey, come on, mate.

You don't much like me, do you, Keith?

You bash people for no reason, just to make your name.

You're a fuckin' idiot.

I'm not the dumb cunt what's pissing blood, Keith.

Right?

I'm the one who runs the division, mate.

Make no mistake about that, alright?

What's going on here?

Oh, no, she's sweet.

Oh, Keithy seems to have done himself a mischief.

Jesus. Stay back, fellas. Step back.

Are you alright, Keithy?

Off you go, mate.

Off to the sick bay.

Oh, whinge, whinge. Fuckin' whinge.

Be a nice late one tonight, sir.

I don't mind, Mark, I can tell you.

Bit of overtime? That'll do me, mate.

Enjoy.

Bloody put my shoulder out.

What?

Mark, this is detective senior sergeant Creswell

and detective sergeant Wyatt.

They're from the prison liaison office.

They're investigating the incident that happened

in h division yesterday involving prisoner George.

I must inform you that you're not obliged to say anything.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

Do you understand that?

Look, all I can tell you

is what I've already told Mr. Beasley.

None of us saw anything. It was just one of those things.

Bluey Barnes was reading a magazine.

Ambrose Atcheson was taking a piss.

Johnny price was washing his hands.

Jimmy Loughnan was watching a bull ant crawl across the table.

And I was watching Jimmy watching the bull ant.

Sadly, none of us are going to be able

to help you on this occasion, much as we'd like to.

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

Look, I didn't stab Keithy George.

I had nothin' to do with what happened to Keithy George.

Right?

And I'm sure when he wakes from his slumber,

he'll swear to god that I didn't stab him.

Well, he's not gonna wake up, Mark.

He died this morning.

Shit.

It's not a good thing.

The sort of thing that's gotta come back at you.

Don't get all spooky on me.

You dream about that shit for a while. Big deal.

You keep your feet on the ground.

It's not what he's talkin' about.

He's talkin' about the dockies.

They have to get us back now, don't they?

Hey! What did you want me to do about it, blue?

Just fuckin' lie there while he's stabbin' me to death, huh?

Let him stab me to death?

That would've been wise, wouldn't it?

Hey, we didn't want to start it up again!

That's the fuckin' whack!

That's the fuckin' whack!

Bluey!

Get fucked.

About bloody time, blue!

Don't get angry, blue.

You'll lose your edge. You'll lose your perspective.

You can't make friends with your enemies.

Even when peacetime is declared, no-one bloody...

You know, they're all still fuckin' enemies.

Aren't they?