Bikie Wars: Brothers in Arms

Practising for your trip to Texas?

You haven't been with your old man longer than two minutes

and I don't know what he's told you about our club,

but here, we respect the rules... and the prez.

Righto. So, pull your fuckin' head in.

Hey, a word of advice... don't mess with Ness.

Hey, I just wanted to apologise for last night.

My old man said I made a fool of myself...

disrespected you and the boys, you know?

It was Jock gettin' into her, I'm sure of it.

Did you see his face? Nuh.

But it looked like him and definitely looked like his bike.

He's not above our law, prez or not.

We take it to the next meeting, vote him down, he loses his colours.

Do you think I'm gonna stand there

and watch my men listen to that utter bullshit

comin' out of that prick Campbell's mouth?

I'm splittin' the club. I'm startin' another chapter out west.

Are you comin' with me?

Yeah, mate.

I'm a Commo because of you.

You stay here.

I don't want you with me.

You know Snoddy would never have left you behind.

You know he wanted to come with you. But you wouldn't let him.

He wanted to stay with them

but he's too gutless to come and say it to my face.

And those fucking Campbells,

you mark my words,

I'm gonna make them regret the day they took their first breath.

That's not how it goes, Kiddo.

Hang on, hang on.

Hang on. Let's check out these freaks.

Snowy? I'm gonna check out these freaks here.

Sorry, bro. Full house.

"Bro"?

I said we're full. Do you know who the fuck I am?

I am the supreme commander

of the greatest motorcycle club

in the history of motorcycle clubs.

I don't give a toss who you are.

Piss off.

Do you know, I know what it is, right?

You don't want to share. You want to...

keep all those tucked up cocks to themselves.

Just move on.

Righto, it's your wedding tomorrow. Let's go.

I'm just gonna take a piss.

Pull up, pull up, pull up.

Alright. Get in tight.

That's it. Big smiles.

Shit, I missed.

What do you want?

G'day to you too.

We need help... three of your best.

Do some damage on a couple of Maori bouncers down the Cross.

Jock wants 'em taken care of.

He wants us to do his dirty work.

Well, that's your job.

What's stoppin' you from bashin' 'em?

You know those Maoris. They're built like brick shithouses.

It won't look good if they get away with it.

Yeah, well, I'll talk to the boys and see what they think.

What was Jock doing in the Cross, anyway?

It was his buck's night.

Are Bandidos Mexican?

No, mostly Yanks.

They're pretty good blokes for Yanks, though.

You know it snows in Texas?

No way. Yeah, up north.

Wow.

We can have summer down south, where it's warm.

Maybe San Antonio.

You'd love it, babe.

I'd love a 10-gallon hat.

30-gallon hat.

You, me, Joely.

Buy a nice little farm.

Raise some cattle, raise some kids.

Are you serious? Yeah, I'd love some kids.

I know that.

I mean, about Texas. Yeah, why not?

What... you'd just leave everyone behind?

Well, good mornin'.

I'm Miss Lee Denholm.

I'm property of Mr Snoddy Spencer.

How are you today?

I'm good.

What... so, this prick gets married

and doesn't even request the pleasure of our company?

It's a dog act.

What about you, Snod? Did you get an invite to Jock's wedding?

No, mate. Probably thought I'd still be in America.

Bullshit.

Bob Hawke takes a shit and Jock will find out about it.

You should rub the Bandidos meeting in his face.

Alright, so, what do we reckon about going in to bat for him

over this Kings Cross bashing?

We don't need to be savin' his arse.

He's still our prez,

and we're still part of the same club.

Would he put his neck on the line for us?

He'd at least send in the troops.

We could seriously bash those Maoris, though.

Of course we could.

But then they'd tell their mates up and down Darlinghurst Road

and our name's mud in the Cross.

Maybe... maybe once we win, no-one'll fuck with us.

Nup. I ain't makin' any more enemies for Jock.

Alright. We'll put it to a vote.

All those in favour?

You gonna get them back in the garage or what?

Well, that's where they came from, didn't they?

I said I was sorry, OK?

You spoilt the bloody photos.

Jesus Christ, Ness, will you just leave it alone?

Hello?

Where the bloody hell have you two been? Come in and give me a hand.

I caught up with Caesar.

Can you do something else, please, love?

What did Campbell have to say?

He said you can fight your own fights.

Did he?

And did you remind him that he's still under my command?

I don't think he needs to be reminded. That's the problem.

Prick.

They put it to the vote, apparently.

Don't stand around. Give me a hand.

Kiddo, put these in the garage.

Uh...

I heard about you getting married. I hope you don't mind me dropping by.

Jock's home.

Snod's really upset about the wedding.

Well, it was my day. I didn't want all that crap spoiling it.

So, what's goin' on, Ness?

Got nothin' to do with me...

or you.

It's between them.

Yeah, but what about us? Are we still mates?

I don't see how we can be.

It's just something little.

Jock wouldn't like that. Go on.

It might help make things better between them.

Look, I gotta go. I've got 101 things to do here.

Hey, Ness?

Congratulations. I hope you enjoyed your day.

Yeah, I did.

Scull, scull, scull!

I've seen Sunshine drink five of those yard glasses

and then punch on for an hour afterwards and come out on top.

Collecting quite a few new members, love.

Aye, I am.

Every man and his bike in this town

is gonna want to join the Comancheros.

And if they don't want to join, they can get out of New South Wales,

'cause it belongs to me.

I've got plans, love. I've got big plans.

Yeah, well, no-one would be able to run it like you, Jock.

G'day.

Lads. Leroy.

Don't make a scene, will you, love.

Oh, yeah? Why not?

'Cause I'm enjoying meself.

And you've had enough fighting for the week.

Congrats on getting hitched the other day.

Heard Foggy was havin' a party.

Thought we'd drop in and raise a glass with youse.

Did you enjoy the bridal waltz, did you, Ness?

Yeah, it was nice. Have a big turn-out for it?

With this lot, you woulda.

A couple of guys there I don't recognise, eh?

So?

Yeah, so...

We hear they've got their colours.

That's pretty quick. That's not your business, is it?

It's still my club. No.

It's my club.

If you don't like it, you can piss off.

I was just askin', Jock.

You know what? You're not welcome here.

Right? So, you can both leave.

Come on, love.

You heard what he said. Fuck off or we'll bash ya.

Ta-ta.

Alright. Let's go.

Aagh! Come on!

- What's that? What's that? Ooh! - Nice job!

What's that?

Whoo!

Whoo! Give me some of that.

Nice. Hey?

I'll have some of that.

Now I can really bash the shit out of ya.

You sound like Jock last night, mate.

What?

OK, get it up. Come on. Let's go, let's go!

Take a swing.

Ugh! See that? Eh?

If I do that hard enough, you'll never speak the same way again.

Sorry, Jock.