Malcolm (1986) Movie Script
(tools clanking)
(machine whirring)
What about them?
Nothing much.
Well you better
get them separated.
(tools clanking)
(machine whirring)
Hey Malcolm.
How come you're still here?
Yes, sir.
See you tomorrow.
Yes, sir.
(tools clanking)
(engine rumbling)
(bright music)
(bell ringing)
(bright music)
(bell ringing) (bright music)
(bright music)
They're laughing
at me out there.
Do you know that?
Do you even care?
I employ a bloke like you out
of the goodness of my heart.
And what do I get?
Some loony who uses the
department's time, money,
and spare parts to build his
own model tram for Christ sake.
Are you listening
to me, Malcolm?
Yes.
Then look at
me for Christ sake.
You've done it this
time, you know, Malcolm?
You do know that?
I am getting through
to you, aren't I?
You are fired.
Sacked.
Do you understand?
From now on, God help me,
I'm only staffing this place
with 100 percenters
and that's all.
The full quid, savvy.
Now get out of here.
I'll be lucky to
keep my own job,
but I'll make sure as
hell you don't keep yours.
Could I still keep me tram?
What?
Get out.
Out.
(men chattering)
(bright music)
(kids chattering) (bright music)
(dog barking)
(bright music)
(bird squawking)
(chain whirring)
Want an apple, Arnold?
Want a bit of apple?
Here's a bit.
Go on.
There you go.
Chew on that.
(chain whirring)
(bright music)
You like me being at
home, don't you, Arnold?
(bird squawking)
Wanna go for a ride?
(bird squawking)
(bright music)
(kids chattering) (bright music)
(bright music)
(toy car whirring)
(horn beeping)
(bright music)
(bell ringing)
(bright music)
Where's me milk?
(bright music)
Hello, Malcolm.
[Malcolm] Hello.
(bright music)
(bell ringing)
Malcolm.
I know you don't understand,
but I can't give you any more
milk or bread or newspapers.
You haven't paid
me for three weeks.
You've got no job
and you're not trying
to get another one.
If your mother was
alive, she'd be horrified.
Spending all your
money on these toys.
How much you
got left in the bank?
$128.
Well, that's not
gonna last long.
Look, I've been thinking.
I reckon you oughta
get in a boarder.
This is what we'll do.
We'll stick a notice
in the window
and I'll tell you
what to ask them.
Could I have me milk now?
Gidday.
You got a room?
A room?
Yeah, there's a note
in the Milk Bar window.
Yes.
Well is there?
What?
A room.
Yes.
Well, can I see it?
Yes.
I've got some questions.
[Mrs. T] Has he answered?
Yeah, Mrs. T.
[Mrs. T] Well, where is he?
[Jenny] Where is he?
[Mrs. T] Stay there, love.
He'll be back in a minute.
One.
Do you have any references?
References?
Two.
Are you a neat and tidy person
who makes his, stroke, her
own bed and washes the dishes?
Eh?
Three.
Are you a good cook?
Listen, I just want a room.
Four.
$35 per week.
Well, I haven't even
seen the joint yet.
What?
Well, 'rm not gonna
take it til I see it.
[Malcolm] It's this one.
$35 a week, is it?
Are you in regular employment?
Don't worry, I can pay.
Yes.
Who was that?
That was Mrs. T.
I'm going to the pub.
What's up with him?
(door thudding)
(dogs barking)
[Frank] Keep the change, mate.
[Driver] Thanks, man.
(woman laughing)
(dogs barking)
[Frank] Where's me key?
(woman laughing)
Shhh.
(door thudding)
(dog barking)
Hello.
Where's the coffee?
I'll get it for you.
Sure.
Thanks.
I'm Judith.
I'm a friend of Frank's.
Who are you?
I'm Malcolm Hughes.
I'm the landlord.
Malcolm Hughes, the landlord.
How come you own this house?
It's my mom's house.
Where is she?
She's dead.
Oh.
I'm sorry.
She died on the 23rd of July.
Last year?
Yes.
I like your trains.
Trams.
Is this your mom?
Yes.
And me.
She looks lovely.
Yes.
I bet you miss her.
Is your mom dead?
She might as well be.
Frank's sleeping in mom's bed.
Where did your mom die?
In bed.
Judith, you got my shirt?
[Judith] Sh, Malcolm.
[Malcolm] Yes.
What?
[Judith] Shut up, Frank.
Which bed did she die in?
- Why?
- The one nearest the door.
Which door?
- In the hospital.
- What?
She died in the hospital.
[Frank] Who?
His mother.
Thank Christ for that.
Now.
Is it okay if I stay here, too?
There's no more bedrooms.
Oh, well I can
stay in Frank's room.
Yeah.
She'll pay ya some rent.
Yeah, I got a job.
You want to be a boarder, too?
Yeah.
That's right.
One.
Do you have any references?
Two.
(door squeaking)
Why don't you come
over tonight, Frank?
[Frank] Yeah, right.
You're not getting involved
with him, are you, Frank?
Why?
The guy's trouble.
Oh, he's all right.
Sure.
(plane engine rumbling)
Needle nose.
- What?
- Needle nose pliers.
Oh yeah.
Right.
Open the door.
(door creaking)
[Frank] Shit.
Shit.
[Man] Shut the door.
I can't.
It's stuck.
Get the boxes
in the bloody van.
I'll shut the door.
Cops.
[Cop] VKC 203, we're going in.
Code five.
[Dispatcher] Roger that, 203.
Come on.
Come on out of there, fellas.
(siren wailing)
Get the van.
[Cop] Hey, get
us down, will ya?
You guys are in
a lot of trouble.
(siren wailing)
[Dispatcher] All
units in the vicinity
of Rosedon Road, Port Melbourne,
please proceed
there immediately.
- [Cop] I can't see.
They're right underneath us.
[Dispatcher] Port Melbourne
203, please advise position.
[Frank] Give us
a hand, will ya?
[Judith] I'm not
touching that stuff.
[Frank] Don't be an asshole.
Hi, Malcolm.
What do you want?
Are those boxes?
No, they're pineapples.
[Judith] It's all
right, Malcolm.
Yes, they are boxes.
Frank's looking after
them for a friend of his.
Can I have the cardboard?
[Judith] Sure.
When his friend's
finished with them, okay.
(bright music)
(mailman whistling)
(whirring) (bright music)
This is for Frank.
Thanks, Malcolm.
Bloody lovely.
[Judith] You're
way off, Frank.
Crap.
He knows.
So, what's he
gonna do about it?
When he tells the old duck
at the Milk Bar, we're goners.
[Judith] He doesn't
care about stuff like that.
Oh, of course he bloody
cares about stuff like that.
He's a goodie, goodie.
He'll wanna get rid of us.
I cannot believe how
dumb you are sometimes.
We've gotta
have it out with him.
Malcolm.
I gotta know where I stand.
Malcolm, come here.
Don't you screw it up, Frank.
[Frank] Malcolm.
Yes, Frank.
Oh, I give up.
Something I've gotta tell you.
I just got out of jail.
So if you're gonna blabber
that all around the place,
we might as well
pack up and leave now.
[Judith] Frank.
You're not gonna
leave, are ya?
No way, Malcolm.
No way.
(hammer thudding)
[Frank] You in there?
[Malcolm] Yes, I'm in here.
Yeah, I can see that.
This is for you.
For me?
[Frank] Yeah.
Looks like one of
your boxes, Frank.
Yeah, I know that.
Here.
Looks like good cardboard.
Pull out the cardboard.
Have a look inside.
A television?
Yep.
Now you can watch
TV in your room.
(tool whirring)
What's he doing out there?
Who knows.
Bloody waste of time.
That's pretty funny
coming from you.
What's that supposed to mean?
It's supposed to mean that
I don't think you not known
for your capacity for
work can criticise him
who unlike you at
least is doing something.
Bullshit.
It's not bullshit.
Anyway, why have
you got it in for Malcolm?
He's harmless.
He's a moron.
You're the moron.
(tool whirring)
I hope you're proud of yourself.
It wasn't me
that yelled it out.
You really are warped.
[Frank] I'm not gonna hang
around for one of your sermons.
(tool whirring)
Shit.
(bird squawking)
(dog barking)
(bright music)
(man whistling)
(bright music)
[Man] Service.
(bright music)
What are you doing here?
Thought you might
be missing Malcolm.
Hello, Judith.
Is this your work?
Hello, Malcolm.
Sit down here.
Hey.
Hey, how 'bout a
little service, love?
(men laughing)
See that boy shout
Hello, mate.
Got $0.20, Frank?
No, I haven't.
Do you work here or not?
How do you make this work?
Eh?
It plays music.
What do you wanna eat?
You haven't got any money.
Don't worry about that.
Jude will look after us.
Pick something out of there.
[Judith] You two,
what do you want?
Are you on the menu?
Say what are you
doing after work?
Cut that out.
Frank.
Leave it, Frank.
No don't, Frank.
Frank, don't do it.
Frank, Jesus Christ.
(bright music)
Asshole.
[Actor 1] Mind
your own business.
[Actor 2] Come
on, fellas, this is not.
[Actor 1] Who are
you calling fat man?
[Actor 2] Calling
you fat man, fat man.
What'd you expect
me to just sit there
and watch them assholes
treat you like a slut?
I could handle it, Frank.
It's you who couldn't
and now I haven't
got a job thanks to you.
Yeah well, I didn't
want you working
in a sleaze hole
like that anyway.
You didn't want me working
in a sleaze hole like that.
It's a job, dickhead.
Malcolm hasn't got a job.
We don't seem to
be doing too well
out of your little business
and now thanks to
you, I haven't got a job.
Oh, rub it in, why don't ya?
When the skinny one
nearly fell over (laughs).
(bright music)
No way.
You're not getting
on with all that stuff.
Malcolm.
Come on, you mad bugger, get on.
(bright music) (bell ringing)
What are you building
another tram now?
(bright music)
Must be you two.
He's a lot better.
You've known him
for a fair while, Mrs. T?
Been here 18 years.
His mother was a lovely woman.
God love her.
But she really
messed that boy up.
It's not a bloody
library, you know.
If only he put his
mind to something.
Use that brain of his for
better things than those toys.
He's actually pretty smart.
I know, love, but
it's all in his head.
See you later, Mrs. T.
[Announcer] Four lengths
between first and last.
Frank.
- Frank, come here.
- Why?
Come here.
I wanna show you
something, come on.
What?
Out here.
It's a car, isn't it?
It's for you, Frank.
For me?
Yes, Frank.
Is this what you been
working on out here?
Does it work?
It's a getaway car.
A what?
Like on TV.
A getaway car?
It works.
Get in, Frank.
Go on, get in.
(bright music)
(coins clanking)
Hang about.
Keep the engine running.
(bright music)
[Driver] Oy.
Flaming turkey.
(bright music)
[Frank] Hit it.
Hit it?
Hit it.
Go, go.
(bright music)
He's going for the ball.
Marks it.
Okay, he's a good mark.
We all know he's a good mark.
All right, should be fine.
Shit.
(bright music)
I can run faster than this.
Open her up.
What, Frank?
[Frank] Faster, faster.
[Malcolm] It's
as fast as it'll go.
Shit.
Open the glove box.
Just drive this
shit heap, will ya?
Open the glove box.
All right.
What's this for?
Steering.
Eh?
Like a motorbike.
Jesus.
Ride it like a motorbike.
- Yeah, that's right.
- Jesus.
Bloody hell.
207 to VKC.
[Dispatcher] Melbourne
207, do you require backup?
(siren wailing) (bright music)
What colour is
the other half, 207?
[Cop 1] The
vehicles are yellow.
[Cop 2] VKC, the
vehicles are all yellow.
[Dispatcher] All the
vehicles are yellow, 2077
(siren wailing) (bright music)
[Cop 1] Get out
of the bloody road.
[Cop 2] VKC, two vehicles.
All yellow.
(siren wailing) (bright music)
[Dispatcher] 207, you
are on a police chase.
[Cop 2] Roger.
[Cop 1] Bloody hell.
They're going into Woolworth.
(siren wailing) (bright music)
Shit.
[Dispatcher] 207,
intercept as soon as possible.
Your suspects are not
regarded as dangerous.
Shit.
[Dispatcher] Please respond.
I don't believe it.
How do you do it?
Let's take Jude for a ride.
It's a bit cramped.
It's a nice car though, Malcolm.
Ah, cars are too
big these days.
That's a change.
What happened to
the Pontiac convertible?
Oh, this is a convertible.
Oh yeah?
Yeah.
(woman screaming)
(bright music)
[Frank] Hang onto me, Jude.
I'm hanging on,
you stupid bastard.
(bright music) (car revving)
Ahhh!
(bright music) (car revving)
Jesus.
(woman screaming)
You've blown it, Frank.
[Frank] Bullshit.
Ya have.
[Frank] Why?
You know why?
[Frank] Why?
Getting Malcolm to make that.
Bullshit.
He did it himself.
You've blown it.
Yeah, you keep saying that.
What about you anyway?
[Judith] What do you mean?
The way you walk around.
What?
[Frank] With bugger all on.
What the hell's
that got to do with it?
[Frank] He hates it.
Malcolm?
[Frank] Yeah.
He couldn't care less.
Bullshit.
You're so keen on
showing your tits,
you wouldn't even notice.
Up yours.
Want a cup of tea, Frank?
[Frank] Oh yeah.
[Malcolm] Tell me
about the bank, Frank.
What bank?
About when you go into it.
Why?
How do you get the money?
[Judith] Don't
you dare tell him.
Very funny.
That's nice, Judith.
Wanker.
[Reporter] Two
policeman couldn't believe
when a car simply split apart
as if sliced down the middle.
[Witness] Couldn't
believe my eyes.
One part sort of just, you know.
The other part just
straight down the lane.
The police saw it, too.
Hey Frank, we should
get a car like that, eh.
Yeah, sure.
One is registered LDW.
The other 073.
Police described the drivers
as being in their early 30s.
Now some overseas news.
(knocking)
[Judith] Hi, Jenny.
Is it okay if I come in?
Mama, (speaks
in foreign language).
Judith.
Hello.
(speaking in foreign language)
Have you come about Malcolm?
Yeah.
Have you known him long?
Yeah.
I just.
(speaking in foreign language)
Do you like him?
Yeah.
(bright music)
[Announcer] An
upset with the outsider
in the field of six.
Sir Regrefoe giving up to
win, ridden by Nick Harnett.
Starting at 14 to
one, 950 and 285...
Do you wanna do something?
[Frank] I am.
Come on, Frankie.
Let's get some fresh air.
It's bad for ya.
Come on. The
three of us will go out.
Waste of time.
Come on, Frankie.
Let's walk to the pub.
Oh yeah, all right.
Okay.
[Announcer] 150 and 75...
(siren wailing)
Malcolm, get your coat on.
Come on, Frank.
(siren wailing)
You haven't told
me how you get them
to give you the money, Frank.
And he's not going to either.
Come on, Jude.
Yeah, Judith.
Stay here.
Just stand here.
I'll show ya.
Hands up, you assholes.
Nobody move.
You got it, you
got it, you got it.
It's a stick up, you're right.
You too, lady.
Wipe that grin off your face.
Stick 'em up or I'll
blow your brains out.
Watch out, Frank.
Behind you.
It's the oldest trick
in the book, Jude.
Come on.
- You can do better than that.
- Watch out.
Oh shit.
If it hurts that much,
go to the doctor.
Shut up, you stupid bitch.
Why didn't you stop him?
I tried.
Didn't I, Malcolm?
[Malcolm] Yeah,
she did, Frank.
You shut up, too, shithead.
I've had enough of you.
Don't you speak
to him like that.
Oh, would you listen to that?
I just had me head bashed in
and all you care
about is this dickhead.
I'm warning you, Frank.
Oh, bugger, I'm
going out for beer.
I hope you have a
brain haemorrhage,
except I know you've
got nothing to have it with.
(man laughing)
Oh, I'm not laughing.
Look, not a smile.
I think it's a terrible thing
that happened to you.
(man laughing hysterically)
Hands up, you assholes.
What the?
(toy whirring)
[Malcolm] Nobody move.
I don't believe it.
[Malcolm] I said nobody move.
I think it's candid camera.
Nobody move.
(hand knocking)
Get back or I'll shoot.
Is it real?
I don't know.
It's real, so you'd
better give me the money.
[Guard] It can't be real.
It's just a toy.
Some joke.
It's not a joke.
It's a real gun.
It shoots real bullets.
What did you say?
You're gonna have to speak up.
Just hand over the money.
What's going on?
Oh it's you, Frank.
Of course it's bloody me.
I forgot me keys.
What's all this?
What's what?
Sh.
It's a hold up, Frank.
See?
All remote control.
This is the gun button
and this is the camera
and it's my bank.
Look.
That makes him go up and down.
That makes him
go left and right.
Watch it.
(gun firing)
Shit.
Christ, he means it.
[Frank] We mean it, all right.
Okay, you assholes,
bring them bags here.
[Malcolm] Tell 'em to
put it on the back, Frank.
Okay.
Slowly put 'em on the back.
Now, move!
(toy whirring)
The doors are shut, Frank.
We're stuck.
Long hair on the left.
Come here and stick
your floor on the mat.
Yeah you move.
I'll blow your balls off.
(toy whirring)
(siren wailing)
Better hurry now.
[Malcolm] It goes
real fast, Frank.
(siren wailing)
[Frank] You little beauty.
(siren wailing)
We've lost 'em, Frank.
[Frank] That's not
all we've bloody lost.
We can do it again.
What in God's
name got into ya?
[Frank] He did it himself.
Crap, Frank.
You're a bloody liar.
I heard you, both of you.
You and Malcolm
talking all the way
through the shopping centre.
And calling each other by name.
You're bloody hopeless.
I come in in the middle of it.
He worked the whole
thing out by himself.
Frank, not for a moment
did I think you had anything
to do with working it
out, but he sure as hell
didn't arrive there by himself.
He did.
And what about that gun?
He could've killed someone.
[Malcolm] They
were blanks, Judith.
Were they?
Oh you're both helpless.
You're turning him
into a bloody crim.
Ah, he's no crim.
Didn't even care when
he lost the money.
[Judith] Try
telling the cops that.
The cops wouldn't know
where to start looking.
He never left his bedroom.
They're not total idiots.
They'd found out
sooner or later.
Well if you're so
worried about it,
why don't you help him?
What?
Help him rob banks?
Yeah, not a bad idea.
Sure as hell wouldn't make
a bigger balls
up of it as you do.
Well do it.
Never.
You'll get caught.
You just said he wouldn't.
[Frank] No.
Not this time.
(engine rumbling)
Great value for
money, eh, Frank?
Hi, Jenny.
Hi, Judith.
[Judith] You ready?
Oh, I don't know.
I really shouldn't
Oh, come on.
We're gonna have a lot of fun.
I don't know, Judith.
Let's do it.
It'll be great.
We've got all afternoon.
Come over in a
couple of minutes.
(patrons chattering)
You should be on
the hills of what I find
All that I want to find
I never have
But I gave her
$1000 to be mine
Sit here, Frank.
Yeah.
What do you wanna drink?
Malcolm, maybe you'd
like to get us some drinks.
I'm not thirsty.
Jenny might like something.
No, thank you.
Come to a pub to drink.
I'll get "em."
The SW2 class
came into existent
when number 436 was
rebuilt from the W1 class design
of 938 to test
the sliding tunnels
planned for the SW6 class.
Now, the even pillar
spacing is maintained
so that doors are
narrower than in other cars
and the centre windows
are evenly spaced.
Now, the last three
unconverted W1 class cars
has number 426, 431, and
478 were then converted
to the SW2 class design,
but with a side
pillars repositioned
as in the W2 class design.
I gotta go to the toilet.
Frank.
What?
You ever used that?
[Malcolm] What?
You know.
You know what I mean?
You know, you ever err?
You know, you ever..
Been with a sheila?
(patrons chattering)
Oh Jenny, there's
another very interesting fact
that I didn't tell you.
It relates to the
maintenance of trams.
Now, as a result
of serious damage,
number 644, two and
five were converted
to an advanced design and
would have been the prototypes
for the conversion
of the entire W2 class.
I can show you what
I meant by that SW6
and particularly number 850.
It was built with no lights.
Malcolm, get
Jenny a cup of tea.
Yes Judith, I'll do that.
Subsequently, the order
was extended by 15 cars
and later a further contract
for another 100 cars was placed.
Now these cars, they had
a chopper control system
to cut power consumption
and an added door
to expedite unloading.
It was a very good tram in fact.
And now to the
nearest decimal point,
there's 136.52
miles of tram routes
in the Melbourne
metropolitan area.
Malcolm?
I'm gonna work for my uncle.
His shop's in Lalor.
Malcolm?
Are you okay?
I feel sick.
Where's Jenny?
Jenny went home.
Hey!
What have you two been doing?
I was showing Malcolm
how to make love.
Bloody lovely.
We talked about it, Frank.
In fact, you suggested it.
Bullshit.
I've been lined up
outside, you dirty mole.
Don't you dare say that.
I'm in there asleep
and you're out here
screwing this half wit.
You bastard.
You and him
against me now, eh?
Well I'm sick of it.
Come back, Frank.
I only told him how to do it.
We didn't do it, you moron.
Malcolm.
Hey.
Malcolm.
You don't wanna let
him upset you like this.
He just flies off the handle
sometimes, that's all.
He's like that.
It's because of
something that happened
to him when he was a kid.
Hey.
Well you see.
Frank's mom died
when he was little
and his dad decided to pick
up and move to Melbourne.
They lived on a farm, see.
His dad was a good carpenter
and he thought he'd
do well in Melbourne.
So they picked up
the car and they set off.
And Frank was happy 'cause
he loved his dad, you know.
Anyway, they started
driving and driving and driving.
It got really dark.
Really, really dark.
Then, in the middle
of the highway
in the middle of
nowhere, the car stopped.
They'd run out of petrol.
So Frank's dad said,
"Okay. Now I want you"
to climb over into the backseat.
Cover yourself with a
blanket and go to sleep
and when I go, you lock the door
because I'm gonna
walk back on the road
to where I saw a building
with some lights on
and I'm gonna
ask 'em for petrol.
So Frank crawled
over into the back,
put the blanket over himself,
and went into this
deep, deep sleep.
Next thing he
knew, he's woken up
by this dreadful
thumping on the roof.
This bang, bang, bang, bang.
He bolt upright and
looked out into the darkness
to the left and to the right
and straight ahead
and backwards.
There was nothing there
and he was scared stiff.
And again bang,
bang, bang, bang.
And suddenly out of
nowhere all these headlights
came streaming
through the windows.
And he heard this voice
over a loud speaker saying,
"This is the police."
If there's anyone in that
car, on the count of three,
I want you to open the
door and run towards me,
but don't look back.
Whatever you
do, don't look back.
And so Frank very, very
quietly slipped across the seat.
Put his hand on the handle.
Opened it up and ran
like hell towards the voice.
And there, just
as he was getting
to the cars and the police,
he turned around
and looked back.
And what do you think he saw?
Right on the car,
there's this crazy man
smashing something on the roof.
And you know what it was?
A head.
Frank's dad's head.
You see, Frank's dad had
gone back to a lunatic asylum
and that was one of the loonies.
(Frank coughing)
Did they put your dad's head
back on for the funeral, Frank?
Bloody good food, Jude.
Potatoes a little burnt.
I like 'em like that.
Me too.
I've been... Frank, I've been
You go.
No, you go first.
I know you're up to something.
What are you talking about?
Don't, Frank.
I know you and
Malcolm are pulling a job.
You're out all the time.
Malcolm's building all the time.
Every time I go out,
I don't know whether
I'll ever see you again.
Can't stand it.
So I'm gonna help ya.
What, rob banks?
I'm serious, Frank.
I've been thinking about it.
You can't look after yourself.
Neither can Malcolm.
He's got great ideas,
but he knows nothing
about cops or jails or anything.
What would I do without you?
Don't wanna spend
another two years
staring at you through the
wire netting once a week.
Couldn't stand it.
So I'm gonna help you.
Okay?
There it is.
250 grand in a trolley,
every Thursday
morning at 10 o'clock
pushed by two guards
straight across there.
[Judith] It's all
crooks money anyway.
Would you like
this, will we, sir?
I'd like three
of these, please.
Would you like me to wrap them
or would you rather
drive them home?
What?
I'm only joking, mate.
(kids chattering)
What about that one?
Nah, dead end.
This one?
Nah, not smooth enough.
Hey, look at that.
Yeah.
Yeah, that could be all right.
(hammer clanking)
[Judith] Malcolm, this okay?
That's very good, Judith.
How's Malcolm?
Pretty good.
Don't see much
of him these days.
Has he got a job?
Yeah.
Sort of.
He's working on this
Can I get a Winfield please?
Do you mind?
I'm serving this lady.
It's okay.
Serve him first.
Some people got no manners.
What do you want?
Four replacement
ashtray units.
Just a second.
I have to check with
the boss, all right.
(speaking in foreign language)
[Judith] Come on, you guys.
All we have to
do is deliver these.
Then we can go home, okay.
Nobody said anything.
None to worry.
One there, one
there, and one there.
Sign here, please.
Not my job.
You sign.
Thought you might say that.
Get a move on.
What?
[Judith] Move your ass.
(man whistling)
Bossy bossy, eh.
Yeah, yeah.
We done it.
Jesus Christ, I'm wet through.
I'm not cut out for this.
Oh, you were great.
Okay, let's go.
[Malcolm] Can
you start now, Frank?
[Frank] Of course I can.
Just get going.
(bright music)
(lift bell dinging)
(bright music)
(lift bell dinging)
(bright music)
Shit, there's someone coming.
[Malcolm] There's
too many of us.
[Frank] Act natural.
[Malcolm] We had
it set on back down.
[Frank] Sh.
(lift bell dinging)
(bright music)
Watch out.
[Judith] Okay,
the coast is clear.
Okay.
(bright music)
Okay, let's get out of here.
Well Arnold.
Today's a very important day.
We're gonna do a big job.
And tomorrow we'll
be in the newspapers.
So I'm gonna take you
to Mrs. T for a few days.
(bird squawking)
But don't worry.
I won't forget you.
[Parrot] Thanks a lot.
[Malcolm] Look after yourself.
Remember you
guys, it's only money.
Things go wrong, we split.
[Cop] Hey, Dave.
[Dave] Aw, shit.
[Cop] They're in there.
[Dave] Are they?
Let's get some help.
[Cop] Yeah.
What's the time?
9:46.
All your stuff working?
Yes.
Well, suppose all
we can do is wait.
(man whistling)
Seems pretty quiet.
Yes, I can't see
any policemen.
Bloody better not be.
Be in the shit.
[Cop] Strewth!
Now.
Freeze, you assholes.
[Malcolm] We've
got you surrounded.
[Judith] Don't
try anything smart.
[Frank] Hit it.
(explosion booming)
(smoke alarm wailing)
[Judith] Behind you, Frank.
(gun firing)
(smoke alarm wailing)
(alarm beeping)
Hit the window, Malcolm.
(alarm beeping)
(glass shattering)
(alarm beeping)
We've got it.
[Frank] You little beauty.
(alarm beeping)
[Man] You stupid idiot.
Don't you look
where you're going.
What have you done to me?
Look at my pastries.
You bastards.
(sirens wailing)
(gun firing)
[Cop] It's a bloody dummy.
After them.
(ice cream truck music)
Bloody traffic.
[Policeman] Easy
to get along with.
Cares about his family.
Policemen.
Where?
Act natural.
I am.
Suppose that'll all
go out the door now.
I don't know.
They might get it together.
Hey, Roger.
How 'bout an ice cream?
I don't want an ice cream.
It's middle of winter.
Eh, come on.
Hey, mate.
Give us an ice cream.
We haven't got any.
Tell him.
We haven't got any.
No ice cream?
No rear vision mirror.
Pull over in front of us.
What the?
(sirens wailing)
We're nearly there, Jude.
- You ready?
- Yeah.
There it is, Frank.
Okay, let's go.
(sirens wailing)
(bright music)
Damn!
(bright music)
(chattering) (bright music)
No problems.
What about the tram?
It's the same as
Melbourne, Frank.
They say the guards
carry 26,000 quantos.
How much is that?
$200,000.
We'll have it by
tomorrow night.
Hey signomi, three cuppas.
[Judith] This is
Portugal, Frank.
Not Greece.
(bright music)
(bright music continues)
(bright music continues)
(machine whirring)
What about them?
Nothing much.
Well you better
get them separated.
(tools clanking)
(machine whirring)
Hey Malcolm.
How come you're still here?
Yes, sir.
See you tomorrow.
Yes, sir.
(tools clanking)
(engine rumbling)
(bright music)
(bell ringing)
(bright music)
(bell ringing) (bright music)
(bright music)
They're laughing
at me out there.
Do you know that?
Do you even care?
I employ a bloke like you out
of the goodness of my heart.
And what do I get?
Some loony who uses the
department's time, money,
and spare parts to build his
own model tram for Christ sake.
Are you listening
to me, Malcolm?
Yes.
Then look at
me for Christ sake.
You've done it this
time, you know, Malcolm?
You do know that?
I am getting through
to you, aren't I?
You are fired.
Sacked.
Do you understand?
From now on, God help me,
I'm only staffing this place
with 100 percenters
and that's all.
The full quid, savvy.
Now get out of here.
I'll be lucky to
keep my own job,
but I'll make sure as
hell you don't keep yours.
Could I still keep me tram?
What?
Get out.
Out.
(men chattering)
(bright music)
(kids chattering) (bright music)
(dog barking)
(bright music)
(bird squawking)
(chain whirring)
Want an apple, Arnold?
Want a bit of apple?
Here's a bit.
Go on.
There you go.
Chew on that.
(chain whirring)
(bright music)
You like me being at
home, don't you, Arnold?
(bird squawking)
Wanna go for a ride?
(bird squawking)
(bright music)
(kids chattering) (bright music)
(bright music)
(toy car whirring)
(horn beeping)
(bright music)
(bell ringing)
(bright music)
Where's me milk?
(bright music)
Hello, Malcolm.
[Malcolm] Hello.
(bright music)
(bell ringing)
Malcolm.
I know you don't understand,
but I can't give you any more
milk or bread or newspapers.
You haven't paid
me for three weeks.
You've got no job
and you're not trying
to get another one.
If your mother was
alive, she'd be horrified.
Spending all your
money on these toys.
How much you
got left in the bank?
$128.
Well, that's not
gonna last long.
Look, I've been thinking.
I reckon you oughta
get in a boarder.
This is what we'll do.
We'll stick a notice
in the window
and I'll tell you
what to ask them.
Could I have me milk now?
Gidday.
You got a room?
A room?
Yeah, there's a note
in the Milk Bar window.
Yes.
Well is there?
What?
A room.
Yes.
Well, can I see it?
Yes.
I've got some questions.
[Mrs. T] Has he answered?
Yeah, Mrs. T.
[Mrs. T] Well, where is he?
[Jenny] Where is he?
[Mrs. T] Stay there, love.
He'll be back in a minute.
One.
Do you have any references?
References?
Two.
Are you a neat and tidy person
who makes his, stroke, her
own bed and washes the dishes?
Eh?
Three.
Are you a good cook?
Listen, I just want a room.
Four.
$35 per week.
Well, I haven't even
seen the joint yet.
What?
Well, 'rm not gonna
take it til I see it.
[Malcolm] It's this one.
$35 a week, is it?
Are you in regular employment?
Don't worry, I can pay.
Yes.
Who was that?
That was Mrs. T.
I'm going to the pub.
What's up with him?
(door thudding)
(dogs barking)
[Frank] Keep the change, mate.
[Driver] Thanks, man.
(woman laughing)
(dogs barking)
[Frank] Where's me key?
(woman laughing)
Shhh.
(door thudding)
(dog barking)
Hello.
Where's the coffee?
I'll get it for you.
Sure.
Thanks.
I'm Judith.
I'm a friend of Frank's.
Who are you?
I'm Malcolm Hughes.
I'm the landlord.
Malcolm Hughes, the landlord.
How come you own this house?
It's my mom's house.
Where is she?
She's dead.
Oh.
I'm sorry.
She died on the 23rd of July.
Last year?
Yes.
I like your trains.
Trams.
Is this your mom?
Yes.
And me.
She looks lovely.
Yes.
I bet you miss her.
Is your mom dead?
She might as well be.
Frank's sleeping in mom's bed.
Where did your mom die?
In bed.
Judith, you got my shirt?
[Judith] Sh, Malcolm.
[Malcolm] Yes.
What?
[Judith] Shut up, Frank.
Which bed did she die in?
- Why?
- The one nearest the door.
Which door?
- In the hospital.
- What?
She died in the hospital.
[Frank] Who?
His mother.
Thank Christ for that.
Now.
Is it okay if I stay here, too?
There's no more bedrooms.
Oh, well I can
stay in Frank's room.
Yeah.
She'll pay ya some rent.
Yeah, I got a job.
You want to be a boarder, too?
Yeah.
That's right.
One.
Do you have any references?
Two.
(door squeaking)
Why don't you come
over tonight, Frank?
[Frank] Yeah, right.
You're not getting involved
with him, are you, Frank?
Why?
The guy's trouble.
Oh, he's all right.
Sure.
(plane engine rumbling)
Needle nose.
- What?
- Needle nose pliers.
Oh yeah.
Right.
Open the door.
(door creaking)
[Frank] Shit.
Shit.
[Man] Shut the door.
I can't.
It's stuck.
Get the boxes
in the bloody van.
I'll shut the door.
Cops.
[Cop] VKC 203, we're going in.
Code five.
[Dispatcher] Roger that, 203.
Come on.
Come on out of there, fellas.
(siren wailing)
Get the van.
[Cop] Hey, get
us down, will ya?
You guys are in
a lot of trouble.
(siren wailing)
[Dispatcher] All
units in the vicinity
of Rosedon Road, Port Melbourne,
please proceed
there immediately.
- [Cop] I can't see.
They're right underneath us.
[Dispatcher] Port Melbourne
203, please advise position.
[Frank] Give us
a hand, will ya?
[Judith] I'm not
touching that stuff.
[Frank] Don't be an asshole.
Hi, Malcolm.
What do you want?
Are those boxes?
No, they're pineapples.
[Judith] It's all
right, Malcolm.
Yes, they are boxes.
Frank's looking after
them for a friend of his.
Can I have the cardboard?
[Judith] Sure.
When his friend's
finished with them, okay.
(bright music)
(mailman whistling)
(whirring) (bright music)
This is for Frank.
Thanks, Malcolm.
Bloody lovely.
[Judith] You're
way off, Frank.
Crap.
He knows.
So, what's he
gonna do about it?
When he tells the old duck
at the Milk Bar, we're goners.
[Judith] He doesn't
care about stuff like that.
Oh, of course he bloody
cares about stuff like that.
He's a goodie, goodie.
He'll wanna get rid of us.
I cannot believe how
dumb you are sometimes.
We've gotta
have it out with him.
Malcolm.
I gotta know where I stand.
Malcolm, come here.
Don't you screw it up, Frank.
[Frank] Malcolm.
Yes, Frank.
Oh, I give up.
Something I've gotta tell you.
I just got out of jail.
So if you're gonna blabber
that all around the place,
we might as well
pack up and leave now.
[Judith] Frank.
You're not gonna
leave, are ya?
No way, Malcolm.
No way.
(hammer thudding)
[Frank] You in there?
[Malcolm] Yes, I'm in here.
Yeah, I can see that.
This is for you.
For me?
[Frank] Yeah.
Looks like one of
your boxes, Frank.
Yeah, I know that.
Here.
Looks like good cardboard.
Pull out the cardboard.
Have a look inside.
A television?
Yep.
Now you can watch
TV in your room.
(tool whirring)
What's he doing out there?
Who knows.
Bloody waste of time.
That's pretty funny
coming from you.
What's that supposed to mean?
It's supposed to mean that
I don't think you not known
for your capacity for
work can criticise him
who unlike you at
least is doing something.
Bullshit.
It's not bullshit.
Anyway, why have
you got it in for Malcolm?
He's harmless.
He's a moron.
You're the moron.
(tool whirring)
I hope you're proud of yourself.
It wasn't me
that yelled it out.
You really are warped.
[Frank] I'm not gonna hang
around for one of your sermons.
(tool whirring)
Shit.
(bird squawking)
(dog barking)
(bright music)
(man whistling)
(bright music)
[Man] Service.
(bright music)
What are you doing here?
Thought you might
be missing Malcolm.
Hello, Judith.
Is this your work?
Hello, Malcolm.
Sit down here.
Hey.
Hey, how 'bout a
little service, love?
(men laughing)
See that boy shout
Hello, mate.
Got $0.20, Frank?
No, I haven't.
Do you work here or not?
How do you make this work?
Eh?
It plays music.
What do you wanna eat?
You haven't got any money.
Don't worry about that.
Jude will look after us.
Pick something out of there.
[Judith] You two,
what do you want?
Are you on the menu?
Say what are you
doing after work?
Cut that out.
Frank.
Leave it, Frank.
No don't, Frank.
Frank, don't do it.
Frank, Jesus Christ.
(bright music)
Asshole.
[Actor 1] Mind
your own business.
[Actor 2] Come
on, fellas, this is not.
[Actor 1] Who are
you calling fat man?
[Actor 2] Calling
you fat man, fat man.
What'd you expect
me to just sit there
and watch them assholes
treat you like a slut?
I could handle it, Frank.
It's you who couldn't
and now I haven't
got a job thanks to you.
Yeah well, I didn't
want you working
in a sleaze hole
like that anyway.
You didn't want me working
in a sleaze hole like that.
It's a job, dickhead.
Malcolm hasn't got a job.
We don't seem to
be doing too well
out of your little business
and now thanks to
you, I haven't got a job.
Oh, rub it in, why don't ya?
When the skinny one
nearly fell over (laughs).
(bright music)
No way.
You're not getting
on with all that stuff.
Malcolm.
Come on, you mad bugger, get on.
(bright music) (bell ringing)
What are you building
another tram now?
(bright music)
Must be you two.
He's a lot better.
You've known him
for a fair while, Mrs. T?
Been here 18 years.
His mother was a lovely woman.
God love her.
But she really
messed that boy up.
It's not a bloody
library, you know.
If only he put his
mind to something.
Use that brain of his for
better things than those toys.
He's actually pretty smart.
I know, love, but
it's all in his head.
See you later, Mrs. T.
[Announcer] Four lengths
between first and last.
Frank.
- Frank, come here.
- Why?
Come here.
I wanna show you
something, come on.
What?
Out here.
It's a car, isn't it?
It's for you, Frank.
For me?
Yes, Frank.
Is this what you been
working on out here?
Does it work?
It's a getaway car.
A what?
Like on TV.
A getaway car?
It works.
Get in, Frank.
Go on, get in.
(bright music)
(coins clanking)
Hang about.
Keep the engine running.
(bright music)
[Driver] Oy.
Flaming turkey.
(bright music)
[Frank] Hit it.
Hit it?
Hit it.
Go, go.
(bright music)
He's going for the ball.
Marks it.
Okay, he's a good mark.
We all know he's a good mark.
All right, should be fine.
Shit.
(bright music)
I can run faster than this.
Open her up.
What, Frank?
[Frank] Faster, faster.
[Malcolm] It's
as fast as it'll go.
Shit.
Open the glove box.
Just drive this
shit heap, will ya?
Open the glove box.
All right.
What's this for?
Steering.
Eh?
Like a motorbike.
Jesus.
Ride it like a motorbike.
- Yeah, that's right.
- Jesus.
Bloody hell.
207 to VKC.
[Dispatcher] Melbourne
207, do you require backup?
(siren wailing) (bright music)
What colour is
the other half, 207?
[Cop 1] The
vehicles are yellow.
[Cop 2] VKC, the
vehicles are all yellow.
[Dispatcher] All the
vehicles are yellow, 2077
(siren wailing) (bright music)
[Cop 1] Get out
of the bloody road.
[Cop 2] VKC, two vehicles.
All yellow.
(siren wailing) (bright music)
[Dispatcher] 207, you
are on a police chase.
[Cop 2] Roger.
[Cop 1] Bloody hell.
They're going into Woolworth.
(siren wailing) (bright music)
Shit.
[Dispatcher] 207,
intercept as soon as possible.
Your suspects are not
regarded as dangerous.
Shit.
[Dispatcher] Please respond.
I don't believe it.
How do you do it?
Let's take Jude for a ride.
It's a bit cramped.
It's a nice car though, Malcolm.
Ah, cars are too
big these days.
That's a change.
What happened to
the Pontiac convertible?
Oh, this is a convertible.
Oh yeah?
Yeah.
(woman screaming)
(bright music)
[Frank] Hang onto me, Jude.
I'm hanging on,
you stupid bastard.
(bright music) (car revving)
Ahhh!
(bright music) (car revving)
Jesus.
(woman screaming)
You've blown it, Frank.
[Frank] Bullshit.
Ya have.
[Frank] Why?
You know why?
[Frank] Why?
Getting Malcolm to make that.
Bullshit.
He did it himself.
You've blown it.
Yeah, you keep saying that.
What about you anyway?
[Judith] What do you mean?
The way you walk around.
What?
[Frank] With bugger all on.
What the hell's
that got to do with it?
[Frank] He hates it.
Malcolm?
[Frank] Yeah.
He couldn't care less.
Bullshit.
You're so keen on
showing your tits,
you wouldn't even notice.
Up yours.
Want a cup of tea, Frank?
[Frank] Oh yeah.
[Malcolm] Tell me
about the bank, Frank.
What bank?
About when you go into it.
Why?
How do you get the money?
[Judith] Don't
you dare tell him.
Very funny.
That's nice, Judith.
Wanker.
[Reporter] Two
policeman couldn't believe
when a car simply split apart
as if sliced down the middle.
[Witness] Couldn't
believe my eyes.
One part sort of just, you know.
The other part just
straight down the lane.
The police saw it, too.
Hey Frank, we should
get a car like that, eh.
Yeah, sure.
One is registered LDW.
The other 073.
Police described the drivers
as being in their early 30s.
Now some overseas news.
(knocking)
[Judith] Hi, Jenny.
Is it okay if I come in?
Mama, (speaks
in foreign language).
Judith.
Hello.
(speaking in foreign language)
Have you come about Malcolm?
Yeah.
Have you known him long?
Yeah.
I just.
(speaking in foreign language)
Do you like him?
Yeah.
(bright music)
[Announcer] An
upset with the outsider
in the field of six.
Sir Regrefoe giving up to
win, ridden by Nick Harnett.
Starting at 14 to
one, 950 and 285...
Do you wanna do something?
[Frank] I am.
Come on, Frankie.
Let's get some fresh air.
It's bad for ya.
Come on. The
three of us will go out.
Waste of time.
Come on, Frankie.
Let's walk to the pub.
Oh yeah, all right.
Okay.
[Announcer] 150 and 75...
(siren wailing)
Malcolm, get your coat on.
Come on, Frank.
(siren wailing)
You haven't told
me how you get them
to give you the money, Frank.
And he's not going to either.
Come on, Jude.
Yeah, Judith.
Stay here.
Just stand here.
I'll show ya.
Hands up, you assholes.
Nobody move.
You got it, you
got it, you got it.
It's a stick up, you're right.
You too, lady.
Wipe that grin off your face.
Stick 'em up or I'll
blow your brains out.
Watch out, Frank.
Behind you.
It's the oldest trick
in the book, Jude.
Come on.
- You can do better than that.
- Watch out.
Oh shit.
If it hurts that much,
go to the doctor.
Shut up, you stupid bitch.
Why didn't you stop him?
I tried.
Didn't I, Malcolm?
[Malcolm] Yeah,
she did, Frank.
You shut up, too, shithead.
I've had enough of you.
Don't you speak
to him like that.
Oh, would you listen to that?
I just had me head bashed in
and all you care
about is this dickhead.
I'm warning you, Frank.
Oh, bugger, I'm
going out for beer.
I hope you have a
brain haemorrhage,
except I know you've
got nothing to have it with.
(man laughing)
Oh, I'm not laughing.
Look, not a smile.
I think it's a terrible thing
that happened to you.
(man laughing hysterically)
Hands up, you assholes.
What the?
(toy whirring)
[Malcolm] Nobody move.
I don't believe it.
[Malcolm] I said nobody move.
I think it's candid camera.
Nobody move.
(hand knocking)
Get back or I'll shoot.
Is it real?
I don't know.
It's real, so you'd
better give me the money.
[Guard] It can't be real.
It's just a toy.
Some joke.
It's not a joke.
It's a real gun.
It shoots real bullets.
What did you say?
You're gonna have to speak up.
Just hand over the money.
What's going on?
Oh it's you, Frank.
Of course it's bloody me.
I forgot me keys.
What's all this?
What's what?
Sh.
It's a hold up, Frank.
See?
All remote control.
This is the gun button
and this is the camera
and it's my bank.
Look.
That makes him go up and down.
That makes him
go left and right.
Watch it.
(gun firing)
Shit.
Christ, he means it.
[Frank] We mean it, all right.
Okay, you assholes,
bring them bags here.
[Malcolm] Tell 'em to
put it on the back, Frank.
Okay.
Slowly put 'em on the back.
Now, move!
(toy whirring)
The doors are shut, Frank.
We're stuck.
Long hair on the left.
Come here and stick
your floor on the mat.
Yeah you move.
I'll blow your balls off.
(toy whirring)
(siren wailing)
Better hurry now.
[Malcolm] It goes
real fast, Frank.
(siren wailing)
[Frank] You little beauty.
(siren wailing)
We've lost 'em, Frank.
[Frank] That's not
all we've bloody lost.
We can do it again.
What in God's
name got into ya?
[Frank] He did it himself.
Crap, Frank.
You're a bloody liar.
I heard you, both of you.
You and Malcolm
talking all the way
through the shopping centre.
And calling each other by name.
You're bloody hopeless.
I come in in the middle of it.
He worked the whole
thing out by himself.
Frank, not for a moment
did I think you had anything
to do with working it
out, but he sure as hell
didn't arrive there by himself.
He did.
And what about that gun?
He could've killed someone.
[Malcolm] They
were blanks, Judith.
Were they?
Oh you're both helpless.
You're turning him
into a bloody crim.
Ah, he's no crim.
Didn't even care when
he lost the money.
[Judith] Try
telling the cops that.
The cops wouldn't know
where to start looking.
He never left his bedroom.
They're not total idiots.
They'd found out
sooner or later.
Well if you're so
worried about it,
why don't you help him?
What?
Help him rob banks?
Yeah, not a bad idea.
Sure as hell wouldn't make
a bigger balls
up of it as you do.
Well do it.
Never.
You'll get caught.
You just said he wouldn't.
[Frank] No.
Not this time.
(engine rumbling)
Great value for
money, eh, Frank?
Hi, Jenny.
Hi, Judith.
[Judith] You ready?
Oh, I don't know.
I really shouldn't
Oh, come on.
We're gonna have a lot of fun.
I don't know, Judith.
Let's do it.
It'll be great.
We've got all afternoon.
Come over in a
couple of minutes.
(patrons chattering)
You should be on
the hills of what I find
All that I want to find
I never have
But I gave her
$1000 to be mine
Sit here, Frank.
Yeah.
What do you wanna drink?
Malcolm, maybe you'd
like to get us some drinks.
I'm not thirsty.
Jenny might like something.
No, thank you.
Come to a pub to drink.
I'll get "em."
The SW2 class
came into existent
when number 436 was
rebuilt from the W1 class design
of 938 to test
the sliding tunnels
planned for the SW6 class.
Now, the even pillar
spacing is maintained
so that doors are
narrower than in other cars
and the centre windows
are evenly spaced.
Now, the last three
unconverted W1 class cars
has number 426, 431, and
478 were then converted
to the SW2 class design,
but with a side
pillars repositioned
as in the W2 class design.
I gotta go to the toilet.
Frank.
What?
You ever used that?
[Malcolm] What?
You know.
You know what I mean?
You know, you ever err?
You know, you ever..
Been with a sheila?
(patrons chattering)
Oh Jenny, there's
another very interesting fact
that I didn't tell you.
It relates to the
maintenance of trams.
Now, as a result
of serious damage,
number 644, two and
five were converted
to an advanced design and
would have been the prototypes
for the conversion
of the entire W2 class.
I can show you what
I meant by that SW6
and particularly number 850.
It was built with no lights.
Malcolm, get
Jenny a cup of tea.
Yes Judith, I'll do that.
Subsequently, the order
was extended by 15 cars
and later a further contract
for another 100 cars was placed.
Now these cars, they had
a chopper control system
to cut power consumption
and an added door
to expedite unloading.
It was a very good tram in fact.
And now to the
nearest decimal point,
there's 136.52
miles of tram routes
in the Melbourne
metropolitan area.
Malcolm?
I'm gonna work for my uncle.
His shop's in Lalor.
Malcolm?
Are you okay?
I feel sick.
Where's Jenny?
Jenny went home.
Hey!
What have you two been doing?
I was showing Malcolm
how to make love.
Bloody lovely.
We talked about it, Frank.
In fact, you suggested it.
Bullshit.
I've been lined up
outside, you dirty mole.
Don't you dare say that.
I'm in there asleep
and you're out here
screwing this half wit.
You bastard.
You and him
against me now, eh?
Well I'm sick of it.
Come back, Frank.
I only told him how to do it.
We didn't do it, you moron.
Malcolm.
Hey.
Malcolm.
You don't wanna let
him upset you like this.
He just flies off the handle
sometimes, that's all.
He's like that.
It's because of
something that happened
to him when he was a kid.
Hey.
Well you see.
Frank's mom died
when he was little
and his dad decided to pick
up and move to Melbourne.
They lived on a farm, see.
His dad was a good carpenter
and he thought he'd
do well in Melbourne.
So they picked up
the car and they set off.
And Frank was happy 'cause
he loved his dad, you know.
Anyway, they started
driving and driving and driving.
It got really dark.
Really, really dark.
Then, in the middle
of the highway
in the middle of
nowhere, the car stopped.
They'd run out of petrol.
So Frank's dad said,
"Okay. Now I want you"
to climb over into the backseat.
Cover yourself with a
blanket and go to sleep
and when I go, you lock the door
because I'm gonna
walk back on the road
to where I saw a building
with some lights on
and I'm gonna
ask 'em for petrol.
So Frank crawled
over into the back,
put the blanket over himself,
and went into this
deep, deep sleep.
Next thing he
knew, he's woken up
by this dreadful
thumping on the roof.
This bang, bang, bang, bang.
He bolt upright and
looked out into the darkness
to the left and to the right
and straight ahead
and backwards.
There was nothing there
and he was scared stiff.
And again bang,
bang, bang, bang.
And suddenly out of
nowhere all these headlights
came streaming
through the windows.
And he heard this voice
over a loud speaker saying,
"This is the police."
If there's anyone in that
car, on the count of three,
I want you to open the
door and run towards me,
but don't look back.
Whatever you
do, don't look back.
And so Frank very, very
quietly slipped across the seat.
Put his hand on the handle.
Opened it up and ran
like hell towards the voice.
And there, just
as he was getting
to the cars and the police,
he turned around
and looked back.
And what do you think he saw?
Right on the car,
there's this crazy man
smashing something on the roof.
And you know what it was?
A head.
Frank's dad's head.
You see, Frank's dad had
gone back to a lunatic asylum
and that was one of the loonies.
(Frank coughing)
Did they put your dad's head
back on for the funeral, Frank?
Bloody good food, Jude.
Potatoes a little burnt.
I like 'em like that.
Me too.
I've been... Frank, I've been
You go.
No, you go first.
I know you're up to something.
What are you talking about?
Don't, Frank.
I know you and
Malcolm are pulling a job.
You're out all the time.
Malcolm's building all the time.
Every time I go out,
I don't know whether
I'll ever see you again.
Can't stand it.
So I'm gonna help ya.
What, rob banks?
I'm serious, Frank.
I've been thinking about it.
You can't look after yourself.
Neither can Malcolm.
He's got great ideas,
but he knows nothing
about cops or jails or anything.
What would I do without you?
Don't wanna spend
another two years
staring at you through the
wire netting once a week.
Couldn't stand it.
So I'm gonna help you.
Okay?
There it is.
250 grand in a trolley,
every Thursday
morning at 10 o'clock
pushed by two guards
straight across there.
[Judith] It's all
crooks money anyway.
Would you like
this, will we, sir?
I'd like three
of these, please.
Would you like me to wrap them
or would you rather
drive them home?
What?
I'm only joking, mate.
(kids chattering)
What about that one?
Nah, dead end.
This one?
Nah, not smooth enough.
Hey, look at that.
Yeah.
Yeah, that could be all right.
(hammer clanking)
[Judith] Malcolm, this okay?
That's very good, Judith.
How's Malcolm?
Pretty good.
Don't see much
of him these days.
Has he got a job?
Yeah.
Sort of.
He's working on this
Can I get a Winfield please?
Do you mind?
I'm serving this lady.
It's okay.
Serve him first.
Some people got no manners.
What do you want?
Four replacement
ashtray units.
Just a second.
I have to check with
the boss, all right.
(speaking in foreign language)
[Judith] Come on, you guys.
All we have to
do is deliver these.
Then we can go home, okay.
Nobody said anything.
None to worry.
One there, one
there, and one there.
Sign here, please.
Not my job.
You sign.
Thought you might say that.
Get a move on.
What?
[Judith] Move your ass.
(man whistling)
Bossy bossy, eh.
Yeah, yeah.
We done it.
Jesus Christ, I'm wet through.
I'm not cut out for this.
Oh, you were great.
Okay, let's go.
[Malcolm] Can
you start now, Frank?
[Frank] Of course I can.
Just get going.
(bright music)
(lift bell dinging)
(bright music)
(lift bell dinging)
(bright music)
Shit, there's someone coming.
[Malcolm] There's
too many of us.
[Frank] Act natural.
[Malcolm] We had
it set on back down.
[Frank] Sh.
(lift bell dinging)
(bright music)
Watch out.
[Judith] Okay,
the coast is clear.
Okay.
(bright music)
Okay, let's get out of here.
Well Arnold.
Today's a very important day.
We're gonna do a big job.
And tomorrow we'll
be in the newspapers.
So I'm gonna take you
to Mrs. T for a few days.
(bird squawking)
But don't worry.
I won't forget you.
[Parrot] Thanks a lot.
[Malcolm] Look after yourself.
Remember you
guys, it's only money.
Things go wrong, we split.
[Cop] Hey, Dave.
[Dave] Aw, shit.
[Cop] They're in there.
[Dave] Are they?
Let's get some help.
[Cop] Yeah.
What's the time?
9:46.
All your stuff working?
Yes.
Well, suppose all
we can do is wait.
(man whistling)
Seems pretty quiet.
Yes, I can't see
any policemen.
Bloody better not be.
Be in the shit.
[Cop] Strewth!
Now.
Freeze, you assholes.
[Malcolm] We've
got you surrounded.
[Judith] Don't
try anything smart.
[Frank] Hit it.
(explosion booming)
(smoke alarm wailing)
[Judith] Behind you, Frank.
(gun firing)
(smoke alarm wailing)
(alarm beeping)
Hit the window, Malcolm.
(alarm beeping)
(glass shattering)
(alarm beeping)
We've got it.
[Frank] You little beauty.
(alarm beeping)
[Man] You stupid idiot.
Don't you look
where you're going.
What have you done to me?
Look at my pastries.
You bastards.
(sirens wailing)
(gun firing)
[Cop] It's a bloody dummy.
After them.
(ice cream truck music)
Bloody traffic.
[Policeman] Easy
to get along with.
Cares about his family.
Policemen.
Where?
Act natural.
I am.
Suppose that'll all
go out the door now.
I don't know.
They might get it together.
Hey, Roger.
How 'bout an ice cream?
I don't want an ice cream.
It's middle of winter.
Eh, come on.
Hey, mate.
Give us an ice cream.
We haven't got any.
Tell him.
We haven't got any.
No ice cream?
No rear vision mirror.
Pull over in front of us.
What the?
(sirens wailing)
We're nearly there, Jude.
- You ready?
- Yeah.
There it is, Frank.
Okay, let's go.
(sirens wailing)
(bright music)
Damn!
(bright music)
(chattering) (bright music)
No problems.
What about the tram?
It's the same as
Melbourne, Frank.
They say the guards
carry 26,000 quantos.
How much is that?
$200,000.
We'll have it by
tomorrow night.
Hey signomi, three cuppas.
[Judith] This is
Portugal, Frank.
Not Greece.
(bright music)
(bright music continues)
(bright music continues)