Gettin' Square

Get in!

Hurry up! Come on! Get in!

You're number four, okay?

That's all you gotta remember. Right?

Number four.

Too easy, mate.

You are number one and number two, number three and number four.

Number one is the man who handed you your gear.

Number two is seated to his right.

Number three should be seated opposite number one.

And number four is the last man in.

If you are uncertain of your number, speak now.

I'm number four. Right?

Yeah, four. Fuckin' four!

Yeah. Right. Four.

The target is a commercial premises.

You will enter through a rear fire escape door

from an alleyway behind the building.

Let's go!

Come on!

Is this it?

This is it.

Are you sure, mate? I don't think this is it.

This is it! Let's go!

I don't think this is it...

Righ to everyone right down! This is a stick-up!

Get your faces down on the fuckin' floor!

Get down!

Get down or I'll blow your fuckin' head off!

So get down!

Don't move! Get down on the fuckin' floor!

What's goin' on, mate?

This ain't the right joint! Change of plan, Johnny Boy.

Righto, Jack.

Let's see your safe.

GET DOWN !!

Come on!

Jesus! What happened?

There was a gun in the safe and the bastard topped him.

Shit! Is he all right?

He's gone, mate. He's wasted.

Ah, fuckin' Johnny Spitieri! He was fuckin' dead meat anyway.

Wattsy! You're on.

And I'm sick of it! D'you understand me?

I'm sick to shit of it and I'm not coppin' it any more!

Youse are gonna let me out. Right?

Mr. Obst, you can't ...

No! No! No! No! No "Mr. Obst"!

Youse'll let me out. Okay?

Now don't start that! Don't start that whisperin'! Right?

Youse have got nothin' to talk about. Right?

Youse are gonna let me out.

Right now. Right here. Today.

That's it. Finished. End of story.

Done. Over with. Say goodbye.

I must say your history gives me cause for concern.

I see that in this latest robbery,

you actually locked three of the bank staff in the strong room.

Yeah, I wouldn't do that again.

Well I should hope not.

No, I wouldn't. Dead set.

Since I done me Violent Offenders Program and that,

I know that you just can't do that shit no more.

And what would you say that you'd learnt, Mr. Morrison?

Well, you just gotta be more professional about

everything you do these days, haven't ya?

Things like getting to the crime scene early.

Bein' polite and courteous with your victims.

I mean, if you can't be professional about what you're doing,

then you dead set shouldn't be doing armed robberies!

Who's running our Violent Offenders Course these days?

I have absolutely no idea.

Thank you, Mr. Morrison.

Oh, it's all right for the young blokes comin' through, see?

It's okay for them. They got no worries.

You know, this joint's like a bloody revolvin' door.

The minute they arrive, youse just roll out the red carpet for 'em.

They get handed this. They get handed that.

Bloody wrong, don't ya think? Something wrong with the whole system.

Yeah, no sooner they get in here, mate, they're out again.

Gotta be taught, don't you think, Your Majesty?

If you can't do the time, you don't do the crime.

You've been in prison since you were nineteen.

You've served eight years of a twelve-year term for manslaughter.

This is your third application for parole?

That's right.

You struck a 55-year-old night watchman

who disturbed you and others during a break-and-enter of a warehouse

in South Brisbane and he died as a result.

I never hit the bloke.

Yes, I know. You're quite innocent, like every other inmate in this prison.

But that doesn't alter the fact that you've confessed the crime to the police.

I never made that confession, ma'am. The coppers bricked me on it.

And you continue to assert that your arresting officer,

Detective Senior Sergeant Deviers, fabricated the case against you?

I came through that window with the others, but I never hit that old bloke.

Arnie Deviers just wrote me up for it.

It was a dead set verbal.

Well, you see, that's another problem, isn't it?

You say that someone else committed the crime and yet you won't say who.

That's just how I was brought up, ma'am.

I don't tell tales.

Hey! Hey, Barry!

Hey, brother.

Hey, better luck next time, man.

Better days ahead,

Mate. I'm gettin' out, man.

You serious?

Yeah, yeah. Believe that. Parole's effective immediately.

Mate, that's shit hot, mate Yeah. So what're you gonna do?

Oh mate, I'm gonna get square and I'm gonna stay fuckin' square.

Yeah. You do it, mate.

Oh man, I'm outta here man.

I've spent too much fuckin' time in here already, mate.

I'm fuckin' square, I'm tellin' ya.

I'm gone. Dead set. I'm goin' to Italy to live.

What?

Yeah. I told ya, remember?

I traced me cousin there.

It's no bullshit, eh. Me uncle left us this house in his will.

It's like ten thousand years old or somethin'.

Yeah but, Spit mate, like, do you think that

they're just gonna let you piss off overseas when you're on parole?

Oh mate, fuck 'em!

Yeah, mate.

Oh yeah. FUCK 'EM, mate!

You don't come back here. You understand?

You get square.

Hey...

So what's this walkin' shit? All part of this diet that you're on, is it?

Too right, son. It's your Slim Shapers Programme.

Regular exercise in conjunction with your strictly controlled dietary regime.

Yeah?

Yeah. Go for a walk every day. Weigh-in once a week.

What, in front of all them sheilas?

Mate, I'm a New Age bloke. All right?

Yeah. Well, you've dropped a bit.

I'm down four kilos!

Shit. That's all right!

Shit-hot, mate. I'm a bloody star performer!

Piss off, birds!

I don't get it, Crusher...

... the joint's heavin' with bloody tourists.

Every dump in town is doing big business.

We can't even put in enough punters to start a decent argument!

Oh. Hello, darlin'. Hi, Dabba.

I'm tellin' ya, boss. Cheryl's got too much gear on, eh.

With tits like them she should be topless.

Don't be so fucking vulgar.

What about if we put a couple o' tables in out the back?

What?

A couple o' tables.

Mate, are you listenin' to me?

I've come up here to get away from all that shit. Okay?

I'm getting square.

I got meself a new missus who's straight up and down,

and two beautiful baby daughters who are going to come up the right way. Okay?

Square heads. Do you understand?

That's it. End of story, son. Boomf.

And square heads don't run no illegal game out the back o' their joint, Craig.

You with me?

What about a pool table?

Pool tables always get the punters in.

All right you blokes. Play School's over. Hardware up!

Everyone out!

No. Not you, Barry. You stay put.

You've got a visit.

I think you know Detective Senior Sergeant Deviers.

G'day Barry, old mate.

I heard you got yourself a cushy job in the kitchens.

Well done, son.

Mostly 'eat in' crowd, is it?

What the fuck do you want?

Just like your old mum used to make, eh?

I heard she'd been a bit crook lately.

She's on the mend.

'On the mend'?

Fuck! Is that what you call it?

Haven't you heard?

The old bat carked it last night.

She's dead, mate.

That's what we're here for...

... to break the good news to her little baby boy.

I volunteered specially for the job.

Knew you'd wanna hear it from an old mate.

You know, Barry ..

This soup's not bad.

It's not bad at all.

Just needs um ...

... a little bit of the Colonel's secret recipe.

Keep at it, son. Keep at it.

I've been very bloody patient with you people,

comin' here year after year.

But a bloke's only got so much patience. Right?

Well, I've had a gut-full!

Youse'll let me out, you ungrateful people!

And if I cop any more of your bullshit ...

I'm dead set gonna do me 'nana! Right?!

Get your fuckin' hand off me!

The sole remaining family member.