01x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

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 f*ck 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 c*ck 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.

sh*t, 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.



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 sh*t
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 f*ck 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.
f*ck 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 sh*t 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.

You don't apologise.
Alright? You never apologise.

Do it again.

Let's go. Take a swing.

Are you not learnin'
anything, Kiddo?

Jock, phone.
Who is it?

Snoddy.

Keep practisin'.

Hello.

So, you had a party last night?

It was a chapter party.

Since when do we have
chapter parties?

One of the lads decided to
throw us a party

as part of our wedding
celebrations, alright?

There's no chance of a honeymoon
with all this business going on.

It seems to me all this business
that's goin' on

is comin' from your side.

That's bullshit.
I'm just playing defence.

No, you're not.
You're takin' the piss.

You were takin' the piss
when you threatened Chop and Shad.

I wasn't takin' the piss.
So, you were serious?

You'd bash your own brothers
for no reason?

I've got my reasons, Snoddy, OK?
And that's the way it is!

Alright? I don't give a sh*t!

You know, one day, Jock, someone's
gonna make damn sure you give a sh*t.

Hello?

Snoddy!

How about this, right?

Jock Ross puts out the word
and the true soldiers gather.

We'll have 10 times as many
as Louisa Road in no time.

It ain't a competition.
We're all still Commos, ain't we?

Listen to me, Leroy, right?
I started this club.

Alright? So, this Western Chapter
has to set the example.

We've got to be bigger and better
until they see sense

and come back to the bosom of
the west, where the Commo belongs.

There's no chance of that.

Well, then, it's your job to
convince them, isn't it?

You don't want them Campbells back.

They're trouble.
I'm not talkin' about them pricks.

Alright? They can go back to their
Campbell's Soup for all I care.

I'm talking about other men, right?
There's good men there.

Like Snodgrass?

I said GOOD men.

Now, let me remind you all here...

any chance you get to remind them
of where they should be...

then you grab it.

Alright? You seize it.

Run with it.

From now on!

Right?

This is carpe diem!

Yeah!

We welcome Kiddo
into this great brotherhood.

We welcome our 20th member.

And we must continue to grow
and continue to get stronger.

And it's important
that we do that swiftly.

So, to that end,
I'm relaxing the rules.

No longer will the worthwhile man

have to wait nine months
on probation.

After three months,

if a man looks fit enough,
is man enough,

then he will be allowed the honour
of becoming one of us.

And any member found guilty of
breeding dissension within the club,

running down another member
or club policy

will be kicked out, never to return.

But not before each loyal and
dutiful member has the opportunity

to belt the sh*t out of them.

Everyone understand that?

We don't need votes.

And we don't need the OK
from the other lot.

Has everyone got that?

Hey, chickie.
Hey.

You're Junior's old lady, aren't ya?

That or a woman stole his bike.

Hey.

Hey, where you goin'? Come here.

Come here! Oi! Hey!

Oh, that's nice.

I was gonna buy one of these
at the swap meet.

That where you got it from?
Junior bought it for me.

Oh, he got it for you, did he?
That's very sweet. Oi!

Where you goin'?

Junior bought it for her.

Where you goin'? Come here!

Come on! Where you goin'? Come on!
You don't need to run anywhere.

Hey, short-arse.

You got good taste, short-arse.

Give it back.

I really like this.

Give us it here... now.

No.

I think I'll keep it.
That's not fair.

You shut your mouth.
f*ck' apologise.

You hear that? Short-arse
wants you to "f*ck' apologise".

No.

I don't think so.

You're gutless, pickin' on a woman.

What did you say?

What did you say?
You f*ck' heard me, old man.

I said you're gutless.

I said you're f*ck' gutless!
Do you hear me?!

What was it that Jock said
about the, uh, "Carpe..."?

Oh, uh, "Carp... Carpe diem."

"Carpe..."
Yeah.

- sh*t!
- Come here!

What are you doing?! No! Stop it!

No! Stop it!

Get off me,
you stupid little b*tch!

Get off me!

Stop hitting him!

Just stop it! Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it!

Aagh!

Aah!

sh*t...

Who's the teenager?

He's our newest member.

You like 'em young, don't you, Jock?

Maybe he's lookin' for
someone older, so I can teach him.

Is that what Fogg and Snow were doin'
with Junior... teachin' him somethin'?

From what I heard,
Junior was gettin' lippy.

So, they should have
brought it to a meeting.

Oh, yeah?

Well, sometimes, lessons are best
learnt in the heat of battle.

Fogg and Snow need reining in.

I don't need you to tell me
about leadership! You understand!

They've f*ck' been around to
Junior's parents, threatening them!

Conveniently forgot to
tell you that, didn't they?

Don't you tell me about my men!

Alright? They'll have their reasons!

I've been meaning to tell ya.

I got together with the Bandidos
when I was in the States.

The Bandidos? They're full of wogs.
Why would you go and do that for?

I heard they run a good club.

What the f*ck would you know about
runnin' a good club?

Righto.
A bit of quiet, thanks.

On black.

On black.

Done.

Hey. How'd he take it?

Usual Jock Ross dickhead way.

It's just the colours
keepin' us together.

And those colours
don't exactly mean much

if we don't see eye to eye
on sh*t anymore.

We should just hand 'em back.

Form a new club.

We're not part of his anymore.

He's been f*ck' us over
for long enough.

He doesn't give a sh*t
about anybody.

We've gotta start somethin'
really big...

something he wouldn't
want to tangle with.

Shitload of recruiting.

Or join something that's already big.

Ronnie from the Bandidos said they
were lookin' to branch out over here.

What?

Us join them?
Yeah, mate.

It's been done before...
clubs joinin' other clubs.

Bandido Nation.

Do it, mate.

Ohh...

Ah!

Ahh!

Yeah.

Ronnie.

Alright. Speak soon.

We're Bandidos.
Ohh!

Oh...
We're f*cking Bandidos!

Baby, I'm so happy for you.

Ohh!

Holy sh*t!

Is Jock expectin' ya?

Yeah, he is.

How are things?
Dunno, Snod. How are things?

Yeah, alright.

You should have gone with him.
I bloody tried that.

Yeah, well, you didn't try
hard enough. Neither of you did.

City chapter's joining the Bandidos.

We'll be the first here in Australia.

I got a charter
from the guys in America.

I don't give a f*ck what you do.

I'll be sendin' someone around
to get all your colours.

Well, you can't have 'em all.
I'm sending some to America.

Well, they don't belong there.
They're mine.

It's a bit late to protect 'em now.

You had your chance.

You'll get what we decide
you need to get.

Piss off.

Piss off!

Come on, love. Let's have a dance.

Come on!

OK. Slow down, Jock.

You're hurting me.

Slow down, Jock! You're hurting me!

Slow down! I s...

What's the matter with you? Huh?

Fogg?

You know what we're here for.

Nuh. Why don't you
spell it out for me?

We're here to collect the colours.

I told Jock they're goin' to America.
Yeah, he wants 'em all.

Not gonna happen.

Well... we're here to take 'em home.

Don't f*ck' touch 'em
unless you want to lose your hands.

Jock wanted me to tell ya...

you're all traitors
to the colours.

Ooh!

Bandidos forever!

Bandidos forever!

Forever Bandidos!

And that, my friends,

is a bandaid hair parter.

Snodgrass...

loves Caesar Campbell up the arse.

Oh... oh, that he does.
He does, mate.

Snoddy! Oh! Oh! Snoddy!

Snoddy! Oh, yeah!

Aaaagh!

To our newest member, Sunshine!

And to the birth
of the new Comanchero!

- Comanchero forever!
- Forever Comanchero!

Comanchero forever!
Forever Comanchero!

Comanchero forever!
Forever Comanchero!

- Comanchero forever!
- Forever Comanchero!

Comanchero forever!
Forever Comanchero!

- Comanchero forever!
- Forever Comanchero!

Comanchero forever!
Forever Comanchero!

Yeahhh!

Forever Comanchero!

Come on, Jock.

Just a little bit more off the sides.

When you said that last time, I
ended up looking like bloody Hitler.

I thought you'd like that.

Ah, see, now, I like that.

That feel nice?
Aye.

It's like I'm a little boy again.

Aww! Little boy Jocky.

Mmm!

You were so cute. Yeah?

I still am.

Jock?

Sorry.

What?
Got some Bandaid news.

Go inside, Ness.

Alright, well, what's happened?

That's the golden touch.

Hello, Bob.

Give me a couple of schooners
for the boys, eh?

Sorry. No can do.

I got me rules.

You want to remind me what they are?

I can't have both clubs
drinking here at the same time.

Doesn't work. You know that.

Well...

why don't you tell them
to f*ck off?

Haven't seen you around here for
a while. It's a Bandidos pub now.

Is that right, is it?

That's bad news, innit?

You best go, Jock.

OK, Bob.

As the innkeeper says, lads,
we'll go.

See ya, Bob.

- I'm callin' the cops.
- Don't do that, Bobby.

Hey, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby,
Bobby, Bobby.

Don't worry. We'll look after this.
We'll keep an eye on things.

The club'll take care of it.
No.

Hey? Hey? I promise.

You got our word.

It's OK.

Thanks, mate.

Let's have another couple.

Shut up, Bob.

I run this place as a Bandidos pub,
it's gonna be a liability.

It's gotta stop.

It's killin' the business and me.

Don't worry.
I'll make sure this stops.

Yeah, OK.

Alright, hang on. I'll ask him.

It's Snoddy.

Sorry, Snoddy.

You'd think with Snoddy's new club

you'd at least try
and wipe the slate clean.

Start fresh.

I didn't ask for your opinion.

Well, too bad. I'm givin' it.

I might keep me mouth shut
out there,

but here, in the privacy of me own
home, I'll have a f*ck' opinion.

Yeah. You will, won't ya?

I love the bloody club
as much as you do.

But it used to be about riding
bikes, Jock, and having fun.

But that just wasn't enough
for you, was it?

Now it looks like you might end up
losing everything that made it good.

Good? I'm the only one
that made it good.

Alright? Me. Jock Ross.

Right? No other mongrel b*stard.
On my own.

And everyone needs to get that
through their thick skull, alright?

Including you.

You're an arsehole, Jock Ross.
A right royal arsehole.

Is that right?

We need to give Jock a message.
No two ways about it.

He ain't gonna take notice of
no rational message.

Yeah, I got that, loud and clear.

We need something else.

Jock likes people to think he's mad,
think he's capable of anything.

Maybe I need to show him
I'm just as f*ck' crazy.

Are ya?

You think you got some ba*ls,
don't ya?

Walkin' into our clubhouse,
givin' a bit of lip,

bashin' Bob Woods.

But you're shittin' yourself now,
aren't ya?

It's just you and me.

Jock will come after ya...
if you do anything to me.

You're just a shitkicker, mate.
He won't give a rat's arse.

He's got my back.
Is that what he told ya?

Yeah. He teaches me stuff.

Looks after me.

Yeah. He did the same to me...
for a while.

I'll tell ya something for nothin'.

Get out of the Comancheros
while you still can.

And you tell Jock
to stay the f*ck off our patch

or he's a dead man.