Romper Stomper

What did you run into me for? - I didn't mean to, that guy pushed me.

What are you doing here?

I'm going to tell you something. I want you to listen to me, OK?

This is not your country.

Help!

Get the yellow fuck!

Fuck off!

Fucking squinty! Fuck him!

Fuck him!

One, two...

Get him!

You like it, gooky boy?

Fuck off!

Hurry, your brother needs the pot.

What happened? - Fucking skinheads!

They bashed Long, Vinh and my sister.

Look, my sister's blood.

Come on. We'll get some payback.

All the guys from the factory are with us.

But we're going to need more wheels, so bring your car.

The skinheads would all be gone by now.

We'll find them, sooner or later.

Well? My sister worked for you and your father. Remember?

Doesn't that mean anything?

Dad will kill us if he knows we left the car.

He's right.

Oh yeah? Yeah?

Forget them, Tiger.

Chicken shit.

I'll help. Can I come?

Forget it, shrimp.

Where is he? Inside?

Yeah, he hasn't come out but he's expecting you.

Oh, that was Pommy Bill. He's come to help.

He hurt you? - No.

But he's been hitting the rohys again. It's the worst I've ever seen him.

Are you all right?

Perhaps if you stop struggling, Sir...

Have it your way.

Do you like punching up little girls, Sir? Do junkies like punching up little girls?

Have you been taking the Phenytoin? - Yeah.

Then where is it?

I don't know. I'm busy.

You haven't, have you?

Seizures been bad? - No.

You've got a bloody chemist shop here. You'll fry your brains with this stuff.

And the one drug you really need, you don't bother with.

I need some money, Martin.

Come on now.

Shut up!

It's your game anyway, you stupid...

Get away from me, you bastard! I'll fucking kill you!

Missed you badly.

I don't want that.

Can't you just be nice to me?

Pick up your things and let's get out of here.

Get away from me, you bastard! I'm going to fucking kill you!

I can't stay with you, Martin, come on.

Fuck off!

You're the one who always starts it.

All right! - Hey, boys!

Tracy!

Sorry.

The men are here. The big men have arrived.

Come here, you!

Piss off!

Fuck off!

Hey, we need your muscle. Rob and Chris have kicked us out the squat.

Three jugs, Harold.

Fucking Rob hit me too. - Are you going to stomp 'em for us, Davey?

Hey! Get him out!

Come on. I'm not serving any bloody kids. Get him out!

If he doesn't leave, I turn off the beer.

Now!

OK, Bubs, piss off.

Come on, out you go!

Get your mother to read you a story.

Piss off, Bubs!

Go home!

Hey, Rollo says you had some gooks in here last week.

What's it to you? - What were they doing here?

This is our place, mate. - No, this is my fucking place, mate!

Yeah, but you had gooks here.

Doesn't bother me.

You got a problem with that, that's your fucking problem.

Who's that? - I don't know.

Never seen her before.

Bit of a space monster, if you ask me. - You mean space cadet.

Hey, mate, you gonna give us a drink?

Come on, mate. Come on, give us a drink.

Oh fuck!

Your breath smells like shit.

Hey, can we go? - What did you just call me?

Hey, what did you just call me?

Just leave it. Let's just go. - Don't lean on my face!

Davey!

Get off me!

Do you surrender? - Yeah, fucking whatever, I surrender.

Motherfucker!

You're getting better, Davey.

Gee, look at that jacket.

It's beautiful!

You want that jacket?

Move!

Nice jacket. - Yeah.

Well, I hope it was worth it.

It's bleeding.

It's not even deep.

Got a bit of glass in it, though.

Do you want me to operate?

It's still bleeding.

This is pretty clean.

This is home.

Yeah, what is this, a squat? - Squat be fucked! We pay rent for this.

Let me show you this.

What is this?

Do you love me?

So you're awake.

Brought my bag up from downstairs.

I didn't get to salvage much from the place where I was living.

Some idiot tore it all up.

These are for tap dancing. See?

But they don't fit me anymore.

That's a picture of my mum. Isn't she beautiful?

Everyone says I look like her.

Not saying I'm good-looking. I'm not saying that.

But we do look alike.

She's dead now.

It was a car accident.

She had her head chopped off.

I think it's good to be able to talk about these things without cracking up, you know?

Besides... I know she's still with me somehow.

I think, that when I have kids, she'll be one of them.

You know, sort of reincarnated.

What are you doing?

Why don't you fucking keep your mind on the fucking job, woman?

What?

Hando, ah, Magoo.

Magoo! - Way to go!

Fucking Magoo. What are you doing here?

Didn't have time to tell you we were coming.

Didn't know we were coming, actually. Just kept on driving.

Forgot to fucking stop!

Check this out!

Joined up a couple of months ago.

What for?

Needed a job, didn't I?

They put you through school.

Still get to keep the hair short. - You look like a fucking hippie!

Fuck!

I thought you wanted to shoot guns, mate.

I want to get in a fucking sub.

Fire torpedoes.

How are you? We're the handsome Canberra boys.

Come to see the ugly Melbourne boys.

This is my mate Magoo.

That's Jacqui.

And that's Flea.

Hi.

Got something for you, boys.

Macka pulled it from the basement of the war museum.

Standard issue for the Hitler Youth.

Cheap alloy. Doesn't look that good. They were made towards the end of the war.

They were running out of metal then, weren't they?

You don't want it?

I'll take it. - Fifty bucks.

Thirty.

Forty then.

Come on, Davey, you're robbing me of fifty, mate.

That's all I got. How long are you staying for?

Come on.

Here. Pay me back next dole cheque.

Magoo! - Champ, man!

Hey, how's Billy? - Can I have look, Dave?

He got Eileen up the duff. - It looks all right.

It'll be all right. - Tommy's going to kill him.

I'll change that bandage for you later on.

He's going to fucking kill him!

Any parties happening in this shitty town?

Orr, Bubsy!

Oy, Davey! Cop a drink!

Nice party, mate.

I've got to get the first bus back to base.

You enjoy being cannon fodder for the system?

It's a job.

See you, Hando.

Hey, Flea.

You look like shit, Davey.

Stupid little bugger.

Why do you go in for all this stuff?

Because I don't want to be a white coolie in my own country.

Because it's not our country anymore. Because rich people...

and powerful people brought in boatloads of human trash.

Cheap labour.

Gooks mainly. And there's going to be more.

I want people to know that I'm proud of my white history and my white blood.

One day, it might be all I have.

But I don't want to go the same way as the fucking Abbo.

See that map?

That's all the gook properties in Barclay Street.