01x04 - Episode 4

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That's better.

Yeah.

Yeah!

Ooh!

Lard, wanna set 'em up?

Come on, boys.

What do you want, Davo?

I'm here to have it out with Jock.
What?

Man on man.

Just the two of us. No weapons.
Just our fists.

Whose idea's this?
Nobody's.

Well, you're lucky he's not here.

You'd better come inside, then...

if you're game.

What's the bloody Bandaid
doin' here?

Testin' how brave he is.

Ah, should be fun.

Hey, Davo.

When can we come to your joint
and share those bloody girls?

You're not goin' to his clubhouse.

If you want to flex your muscles,
there's plenty of other clubs.

We're both too big for this.

We're not gonna close you down

and you're not gonna close us.

We'll see about that.

I agree with Davo.

Come on, fellas. We're all
Comanchero underneath, aren't we?

You think we ain't heard about
Snoddy threatening to k*ll Jock?

Well, that's not the only bullshit
being talked, Leroy.

Now, the best thing for you to do
is f*ck off while you can!

I just thought
there might be someone

not as f*cked up as everyone else.

I'll have a word with Jock.

At least you came here.

Yeah.

So, you've been to Granville?

Who told ya?
Brothers talk.

Did someone invite ya?
Look, I just thought...

You don't do nothin'
unless you're told.

You think Jock or any of them
are gonna listen to reason?

Well, probably not.
So, what's the point?

You just look weak.
It's not weak to talk.

If they see weak,
this thing will never end.

And if Jock sent someone here,
I'd laugh in his face.

So...

we're gonna sit and do nothin'.

We're not doin' nothin'.

f*ck off!

You f*ck' prick!

Prick!

- How is he?
- How do you think?

The police have been.
sh*t.

Yeah, I know...
you don't talk to the cops.

Well, this is different.
This time, they tried to k*ll him.

Does he know who it was?
Nuh.

How's the bike?
Cops took it.

Do we care?

You gotta do somethin', Snow.
You gotta make this end.

Why'd you let him split the club?
Everything was fine before that.

You've been makin' allegations.

Who says?

The cops.

You've been talkin' to them, have ya?

They didn't get nothin' from me.

But some b*stard
gave 'em my phone number.

I don't know nothin' about that.

So, you think we tried to
k*ll Jock, hey?

Run him off the road?

If we wanted him dead...

he'd be dead.

And you.

And anyone else.

Well, if you didn't do it, who did?

I don't know. Why don't you ask
a fortune-teller?

Jock's a pretty shithouse rider.

Maybe someone
got pissed off with him.

So, it was just some...
crazy straight out there, was it?

Mate, if we wanted to get you...

we wouldn't do it at night.

We'd do it right in front of
your face.

With these.

Come on.

Come on.

f*ck' do both of ya.

You're weak as piss.

So's Jock.

# Well, now, baby

# Somethin's goin' on

# Well, now, baby

# There's somethin' goin' on

# Now, tell me, baby

# Where has that good thing gone?

# I'm down here, baby

# On my bended knee

# I'm down here, babe

# On my bended knee... #

Thanks, Snod,
for not wearing your colours.

What about him?

It's OK. They're not causing
any trouble.

Three beers
and a lemon squash, thanks.

You're in me way.

Somethin' on your mind?

Yeah... that you might
hassle the publican

like you did the other night.

Wasn't me.

Or bash one of our members.
Wasn't me neither.

You piece of sh*t.

Even your vice-prez
can't go to a swap meet

without bashin' one of our blokes.

You f*ck' cowards.

Go and tell someone who cares.

Dickhead.

That's the trouble with you Commos.

You haven't worked out
that if you push us,

we push back twice as hard.

# Give me one more time

# We could make a new start... #

Aaagh! Aaagh! Aaagh! Aaagh!

# Give me one more time... #

Aaaaagh!

# We could make a new start... #

Aaagh!

Sorry, love.
Tell Bob to send me the bill.

# We could make
a new start... #

- Bit unfit, are youse?
- I'll say.

What happened to you?
Bandaids got us at the pub.

What could we do?
They had the numbers.

f*cking cowards...
this is all about the Bandaids

tryin' to prove
they're harder than we are!

I think they're lookin' for
an all-in blue, Jock.

Wouldn't the Campbells love that?
I'll tell you somethin'.

That won't be happenin', alright?

We'll be fightin' this
on our own terms,

in accordance with
the seven elements.

"I will force the enemy
to take our strength for weakness

"and our weakness for strength."

And I'll get Foggy to call
a council of w*r, alright?

Nobody... does that to Jock Ross!

f*cking nobody!

We approach by the sea, at
night, and come in through the park.

There's a jetty.
Why go through the park?

We have to get around,
underneath the back of the house,

take three boxes
and the detonating device.

And what... blow up the place?
That's mass m*rder, mate.

Only if you get caught.

If he's doin' it,
we'll get caught, Jock.

We'll wait until no-one's there,
then we go 'boom'.

Oh, right.
And who makes it go 'boom'?

I do.

I'd have to go out the back.
Oh, sh*t, that's clever.

Why don't you blow yourself up
in the process

and destroy the evidence?

Hey, we're discussing
possibilities here.

If you've got nothin' to offer,
then shut up.

Well, I say we take 'em up
on their offer.

Strike Force versus the Campbells.

- I know where I'd put my money.
- Oh, do you?

'Cause mine'd be on them.

Alright, the last thing
that we want is a fair fight.

Is that what happened with Dog?
I mean, have a f*ck' look at him.

Alright? This calls for
an escalation.

Yeah, well, I'm against
blowing anything up, Jock.

I mean, for Christ sakes,
how has it come to this?

I don't know! Alright?
I suggest you go and ask them.

What do you think, Fogg?

I'm with you, Prez.

Nothin' face to face.

Exactly. Nothin' face to face.

Which doesn't leave
a whole heap of options, does it?

Hey!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh!

Chopper! You scared the sh*t out
of me. Give me a hand, would ya?

Alright. Box of fire lighters.

Four kilos of bangers.

Two boxes of bourbon.
Should get us through the night.

Nice one.

What'd I miss?

# Astra Wally
is a real mean cat

# He gets around
with caps in his hat

# He looks at pain
with a nod and a wink

# Oh, Astra Wally,
you're a super-fun thing

# Astra Wally

# You super-fun thing

# Astra Wally

# You super-fun thing

# It ain't funky, comin' down

# It ain't funky

# It ain't funky

# It ain't funky

# It ain't funky, comin' down... #

We got 'em good, eh.
I reckon they got the message.

I don't reckon they did.
We need to bash 'em all.

It's enough for now.

I disagree.

You give me the word, I'll take
all the blokes and we'll finish it.

You're not thinkin' ahead.

There's more of us and he knows that.

And we're better-lookin'.

Come on, Shadow.

If we're gonna have a chat,
we may as well chat to the ladies!

# Astra Wally

# You super-fun thing

# Astra Wally

# You super-fun thing

# Thing

# Thing, thing

# Thing

# Thing, thing

# Thing

# Thing... #

f*ck' hell!

Stay down!

Is everyone alright?!

J&B Fencing.

Vanessa, hi. How are you?

Oh, you know.
Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

Hey, is Jock there?

Do you think he might speak to Snod?

Yeah, I don't...
I don't know what about.

Yeah, I can... I can wait.

It's Lee Denholm.

Snoddy wants to talk to you.

Well, why doesn't he
phone me himself?

Will you talk to him or not?

You there, Lee?
Yeah, I'm here.

Put Snoddy on, will ya?

Hello.

Jock?

What do YOU want?

We need to talk.

It's a bit late for that,
wouldn't you say?

If we don't,
someone's gonna get hurt, real bad.

Someone already has.

You bashed my men at the pub.
That's not where this started.

Well...

that's not where it'll finish.

So, now you're taking pot-shots
at the clubhouse.

I don't know what
you're talkin' about.

Well, I don't expect you to admit it.

Any more than you'll admit to
running me off the road.

We said we didn't do it.

Me neither.

And next...

We need to meet.

Why?

Both clubs, in a football field,
and fight it out.

Is this the Campbell plan?

Well... no.

They enjoy that too much.

Well, I never heard you
walk away from a blue, Jock.

I'm not backin' away from anythin'.

Alright? I'm just employin'
other tactics.

I was going to phone you anyway,

to make my own declaration.

What?

Of w*r.

And there'll be no fights
at football grounds

or frontal attacks
or conventional engagements.

Alright? This is guerilla warfare...

at night, in your home,

when you least expect it.

And like all guerilla wars,
it's going to be a long one.

A very, very long one.

So, watch your back.

He wanted to tell me officially
that we're at w*r.

A guerilla w*r.

Bring it on.

I told him we should
sort this out the usual way

but he rejected me offer.

So, we need to decide
what our next move is.

Hit their clubhouse,
like they hit ours.

Uh, well, that would involve
the cops even more.

But we're not telling them
anything, are we?

Maybe we should. I don't know
why we're protecting them.

We're not protecting them.
We're just not squealing.

We gotta do this our own way.

I'll ring Jock and tell him
what we think of his declaration.

But if he won't listen,
these are the options...

We do nothin'.

We hit their clubhouse
like they hit ours.

Yep.

We go to their pub, we bash the sh*t
out of them, we take their colours.

Now you're talkin'.

Alright, meeting's over.

You didn't have much
to say for yourself.

Just tell the cops what
they need to know, nothin' more.

Alright? This sh*t's
gettin' out of hand.

You and Jock
need to sit down and talk.

Mate, it takes two to tango.

I suppose you're not
as stubborn as he is.

That's what you think the problem is?
Me being stubborn?

No, he didn't say that.
We're just tryin' to help.

Well, you can start
with some loyalty.

Yes...

And you keep your bloody nose clean.
What's that mean, Snod?

No g*ns.

We need another 50 of these.

But get Leroy to pick them up,
make sure they're cut to length.

You sure he should
take 'em to the job?

If it's at the owner's expense.

I'm not paying for any
if they go missing.

Are you gonna call Snoddy?

He phoned again. I spoke with Lee.

Well, you shouldn't have.
They're Bandaids.

He wants you to call.

Anyway, I'm gonna take Holly-Ann
to the doctors.

Her throat's not gettin' any better.

You know, she should have
her tonsils out.

I'll put the answer phone on.
Don't bother.

If they want to phone back,
they can phone back.

No-one wants to talk to
a bloody machine.

That was Ness.
Jock got your message.

And?

He's not gonna call.

Why not?

'Cause he's your former prez
and you need to go and see him.

Is that what he said?
No, that's what I'm saying.

I'm a president too.

I don't get this sh*t
from other clubs!

Hey, Joel, can you go
watch some telly?

Thanks, baby.

He's f*ck' lovin' this.
Yeah, of course he is.

Yeah, he makes his declaration of w*r
and f*ck the consequences.

Which is why you have to
be better than him.

Well, we're not accepting w*r.
f*ck him.

We're not backin' down.

Well, that'll work.

Sure.
Oh, Jesus, Lee!

Can you f*ck' help me out here?!
I'm sorry. I just...

I'm sorry. I think you should
go and see him, though.

He thinks we're running scared.
And?

We f*ck' outnumber him, 2 to 1.

And he's got g*ns and he wants
to use 'em. He's prepared.

And so have we.

Is that what you think?
Hang on. No, no, no.

I thought you said that
you weren't gonna do that.

I thought you told him that.

This isn't our idea!
We don't do anything!

He declared on us!
Right. He declared on you.

We don't want w*r
and we all voted against it.

w*r.

You don't understand.
I understand.

I understand you bikie clubs
are loyal and you take no sh*t

and you look after us, but...

are those f*ck' colours
worth dyin' for?

Snoddy, are they worth
more than you and me?

I don't know what you want me to say.

- Isn't that Foggy's ute?
- Yeah.

What's he doin' on our turf?

Pricks.

Go! Go!
f*ck!

Come on!

Where was he?
Just here.

What's he doing
near my bloody house?

Got no idea.

There he is!

Hey! Come here!

f*ck!

Come here, you little...

Get down!

You right?
Yeah. You?

Yeah.

sh*t.

f*ck.

So, who was on sentry?

I dunno. Who was on sentry?

Don't ask him!
You should bloody know!

Jesus Christ!

We got shotgun blasts
goin' through the window

and you sleep through
the whole thing?

We had a...
..pretty big night.

You had a big night?!

You're a disorganised,
useless rabble!

Now, I want sentries


Here and at my house... you got that?

Yes, Prez.
Well, get it organised! And you...

Right? You double
the fortifications, alright?

I want more barbed wire and
I want boards on the windows.

You had a big night!

If you were in the army,
they'd take you out and sh**t ya!

f*ck'...

Do you think this is some kind of
a f*cking joke, do ya?!

Huh? This is full-on
hostilities, alright?

This is all-out w*r!

And big nights, Leroy, they're
f*ck' cancelled too, alright?

Done!

You take another mouthful
of that beer,

I'll bend you over that table and
I'll ram it straight up your arse.

Alright? They're done.
Alright? Over!

Alright?
You're the sergeant-at-arms.

You stand down the troops!

If you'd call 'em that!

'Cause I wouldn't!

You're a disgrace!

The lot of ya!

Jock Ross?

Who wants to know?

I'm Detective Sergeant Masterson.

This is Detective Constable Moran.

We're making, uh, inquiries
about a sh**ting incident.

We have reason to believe that some
of your men might have been involved.

Uh, members of your motorcycle club.

So, what's that got to do with me?

Do you know anything
about the incident?

No.
Or... who might have been involved?

You clowns woke me up
to ask me this?

'Cause according to our information,

various members of your club
and another, the Bandidos,

are... well, they're taking
pot-shots at each other.

Pot-shots? Oh, right.

Is there, like, a prize?

Are you denying shots were fired
at your clubhouse on 18 August?

Pass.

Your neighbours lodged
a complaint but...

but you didn't.

No. 'Cause I wasn't there.

Several of your men were.

Do you have any weapons
on the premises, Mr Ross?

Weapons? No.

But you have a licence
for a number of firearms.

I have a property at Mangrove
Mountain. I got g*ns up there.

Properly secured?
No.

They're just lyin' around
on the f*ck' tables.

Of course they're properly secured!
Why do you have these weapons?

Well, sport.
You know, rabbits, pigs.

Why does anyone have g*ns?

Now, that's an interesting question.

Don't be smart with me, Ross.

My g*ng's a whole lot
bigger than yours.

Is that a threat?
You bet.

I mean, you can bash each other
as much as you like.

But you start firing g*ns
in public places,

expect a whole lot of grief from us.

Hmm?

Well, I'm quakin' in me boots.

Right.

Well, we'll be back, hmm?

Alright, good.

Give me some notice
and I'll put the kettle on.

Come on.

Inside, darl.

You go play with Joely, alright?

Go and play with Joely.

Hey, Chrissie.
Hey.

Want a beer?
Yeah, sounds good.

Hey.

How are things?
Yeah, good.

Joely, why don't you go outside
and play with the girls, mate?

Good boy.

I'm leavin', Snod.

I'm not takin' any more chances
with Chris and the kids.

There's me colours.

But we're brothers, mate.
Don't pull that.

They've got me so worried, before
Chris takes the kids to school,

I'm checkin' the f*ck' car
for bombs.

At night, we're pushin' the couch
up against the bloody front door.

It's gonna blow over.

Is it?
Yes.

I got responsibilities.

You know, in case
you haven't noticed,

they're not right
in the f*ck' head.

I can't risk my family, mate.

Neither should you.

You know Jock's gonna
see this as a win?

f*ck him.

Are your brothers goin' too?

We haven't talked about it.

But you don't have to worry.

Caes and Shad, they love this sh*t.

And they're staunch.

Will you think about it... for me?

Will you give me a couple of days?

Look...

you feel the same in a week,

I'll let you go.

You got me word.

Go on.

What happened to just...

a good root, a bit of a knuckle
and a long ride, eh?

One week, Snod.

One week.

OK.

Right, fellas.

First off, I won't be
joinin' youse tonight.

I'm on a promise to Lee's family.

Don't worry, Snod.

I'll drink all your beer for you.
Piss off, you b*stard.

You do anyway.

The swap meet at the Viking Tavern
tomorrow at Milperra...

it's a compulsory meeting.

And if the Comanchero are there,

we will bash them
and we will take their colours

and put an end to this.

And you remember,
we've got the numbers,

so I expect every one of youse there
tomorrow to maintain that advantage.

Alright?

Boys, I didn't want this fight.

But I'm not f*ck' backin' away
from it either.

I made a promise to the Americans,

when we took their colours...

that we would wear 'em
and we would wear 'em proud.

We're not some tin-pot, made-up club
like the f*ck' Comancheros.

We're part of the Bandido Nation...

part of a global brotherhood.

Right?

So, I'll see you all tomorrow.

Bandidos forever!

Forever Bandidos!

Bandidos forever!

Forever Bandidos!

Bandidos forever!

Forever Bandidos!

Bandidos forever!

Forever Bandidos!

Bandidos forever!
Forever Bandidos!

Bandidos forever!

Forever Bandidos!

Bandidos forever!