Dead End Drive-In

Woo! Come on.

Come on, little doggy.

Get that!

You're a useless little...

Useless! Useless!

Woo! Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo!

See you later.

Come on, boys.

Hey, fuck arse, want to sell your shoes?

Do you want a fight?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

I want your fucking shoes!

Let's go!

Let's go! Go, go!

Let's go! Go!

See you Thursday.

OK.

- Hey, Mum. - Jimmy, darling.

- You ran again. - What's for dinner?

Spaghetti. Naughty boy!

- Good day, Frank. - Hey, Jimmy.

- Going out tonight? - What do you think?

- You're going out tonight. - I'm not taking you.

I wasn't going to ask.

What are you doing? Seeing that chick?

Carmen? No, not tonight.

Fuck it, I'm strong enough.

Thanks, mate.

- Fucking West Indies done us again. - Yeah, I heard.

- Do you want a beer? - No, I'm going to finish my workout.

It won't do you any good. I'm not taking you on the track. That's it.

You're not big enough.

Thanks, Frank.

Detroit in the United States

was last night the scene of widespread looting

in the wake of riots caused by food shortages.

Hundreds of national guardsmen

fought pitched battles with organised gangs of looters,

many of whom carried stolen automatic weapons.

- Give yourself a gut ache. - I'm building up.

You're small, Jimmy. You're small like your papa.

Why you not realise?

I'm building up.

You're never going to be like Frank. He's big. He's strong. You're small.

I can be big. I'm building up.

You run, you lift, you eat...

But you're small.

You done already, Frank?

It's 6:40, shift starts at 7:00.

See you, Mamma.

Frank, listen, I don't want you to take me on the shift. I'm not asking.

I just want a lift down the takeaway.

What you want to go down the takeaway for? You just had dinner.

Something to do.

- Can I take the Chevy? - Stuff that.

- Can I have it later in the week? - I don't know. I have to think about it.

Come on, get in.

Oh, great! Thanks, Frank.

Bloody Carboys again, eh?

I don't know why you want to go on the tracks, Jimmy. You've got a good job.

- Driving a shit heap minivan? - Think yourself lucky, mate.

I spend my time fighting with Carboys and arguing with cops.

- But you still get... - Think the money's good?

It is if you get there first. Fuck all if you don't.

Hello, this is control. Come in please.

Got you. Go!

Corner of William and Memorial. A triple.

I'm there.

Go for it.

Let's go!

I should have dropped you off at the corner, Jimmy.

Don't worry about me.

Allied Panel, I'd like to claim all three. First on scene.

Marcus came at the same time. You'll have to share.

Shit, you know I bloody well came first. I'm claiming all three.

First on the scene, Chief, claiming all three.

- Pull your head in, Turkey. - You talking to me?

I've been here a fortnight. Stay healthy, pal. Piss off.

Piss off, yourself. I'm taking the cars, OK?

Shut up, the pair of you, or I'll book you for obstruction.

All right, let's cut through the bullshit, shall we?

We do our usual deal?

Our usual deal, bullshit. I've been paying him off for months.

You can pay him all the money you like but I'm taking the car.

- The deal is not I'm taking the cars. - Move down...

Don't tell me to back off! I'll kick your fucking teeth in.

They're my cars!

Carboys!

Quick, Jimmy, get us the wrench!

- You going to do anything about them? - That's your problem.

Come on, Jimmy, quick! Quick!

Argh!

Get out of here, scum.

Right, who's next?

If they come near you, shoot 'em in the gut.

Get out of here!

I'm warning you! I'll use it! I'll do it!

Get back! Get out of here!

Yeah, these are our cars. Piss off!

Sign here. Thanks, pal.

Hey, I'm getting wet in here.

Shut up, animal!

Get back!

Get back, or I'll bloody do it!

Shit!

Piss off!

Over here.

- Fellas, give us some room. - We'll pick it up at the ambulance.

Frank Versini, Allied Panel. It's a bad one. Any idea how many victims?

Yeah, five Roger. Three not looking too good.

Looking at that wreckage it's a miracle everybody wasn't killed.

- That's right. - It's a mass of twisted steel.

- Any idea how it happened? - Booze I'd reckon.

A busy start to the night and a tragic one.

Yeah, that's right, Roger. Now we've got work to do.

OK, thanks very much.

The grim details of yet another road fatality.

Roger McManus, Nightbeat News.

...crime. And there's been a dramatic improvement

in the fight against violent crime.

The security minister, Mr Marshall said today.

Over 2,000 more police have been recruited,

and patrols have been stepped up throughout the metropolitan area.

A contributing factor to the better crime climate

was the reduction in unemployment figures, Mr Marshall said.

Come on. Come on!

Shit!

What are you doing? Get off me!

Jesus!

Take that, you bastard!

Get out of it! Get out of it!

Woo-hoo-hoo! Arriba!

Wow, check it out!

What picture are we seeing?

- That's not what you came for, is it? - Oh, cheeky bugger!

Two adults.

Two unemployed, thanks.

Enjoy yourselves.

Dirty old man!

- Not here. - Why not?

- Police. - Yeah, so?

- So, Mum's still looking for me. - So?

- I'm on all the lists. - All right.

Getting scared?

What of, you?

These places are supposed to be dangerous.

Dangerous? No, they're just rumours.

You reckon? Anyway, you're safe in my hands.

Shut your eyes. Go on. Shut 'em.

Open, open!

Ha-ha!

Thank you.

Oh, shit!

Oh, wow!

Where did you get these boots?

Off Frank! Swapped him a carton of Marlboro for 'em.

They come off a bike that went under the truck.

You're not wearing his false teeth as well are you?

Wait!

- Do you like them? - Mm.

Shit! Shit!

- What's going on? - God, what was that?

- Quickly, get me my clothes. - Hang on! Hang on!

The car, God!

Don't go out there.

- The wheels! - What?

- Shit, shit, shit, shit. Give me my boots. - What?

- Frank will bloody kill me. - What is it?

I don't believe this! Give us the boot.

Jesus... Hey! Hey you!

Hey! Did you see who took me wheels?

- Piss off! - Piss off yourself!

Give us the wrench, quick, quick!

Christ!

Hey, you!

- Guess who took the wheels? - Carboys?

- No, it wasn't. Put your clothes on. - Don't get cranky with me, Jimmy.

- I never took your wheels. - I never said you did.

If it wasn't Carboys, who did take them then?

- You don't know who took them? - Of course not. That's why I'm asking.

The cops took them. The cops!

Oh, my God.

What are we gonna do?

Let's eat.

Oh, God.

- Come on. Forget the bloody film. - I have to see the end!

Hurry up!

I want to report a theft.

- Is that right? - Yeah, that's right.

- Two wheels off my car! - Only two? You were lucky.

Lucky? How am I supposed to get home?

- You can't. - What do you mean, "can't"?

You can't.

You mean we'll have to stop here, all night?

Well, not so bad is it?

Listen, pal. I want something done.

My wheels have been stolen in this drive-in.

And you'll be stopping here the night.

You want a blanket issue?

- What? - A blanket issue?