01x02 - Episode 2

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What are you lookin' at?

Oh, you want me to stop looking?

Yeah, I do, mate.

Better still, we'll go.

Very good idea.

Wankers.

Got your glasses, mate?
Yeah, I got me glasses.

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

Ooh-ooh-ooh!

Yee-hoo!

Heave!

Come on, Foggo,
dig your f*ck' heels in!

Come on, Fogg! Did your heels in!

Dig your heels in.

Aaaagh!

Aah!

Hey, come on, girls!
Get your gear off and get in!

You gotta be kiddin', mate.
Yeah, where's your bikini, Roo?

Aaaagh! Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Grab a beer!

Hey, brother.

Mate. Good to see ya.

Welcome, lads.

Glad you decided to come up.

Might as well. Nice day for a ride.

Mm.

You must be Chopper.

With an accent like that,
you must be Jock.

Aye, I'm a Scotsman.
Proud of it.

Yeah, well, just don't play
any f*ck' bagpipes around me.

Noted.

Here's Shadow, Bull...

How you goin'?

Be glad to have you onboard
if you like the way we do things.

Foggy, Leroy?

Show the boys what's what.

Good to have you, mate.
Yeah.

How you goin', mate?

Let's go have a beer.

Turn it over, babe.

Lights.

They workin'?
Yep.

Turn it off.

When are you gonna let me
ride this thing, huh?

One day, maybe.

What about this weekend?

Not this weekend.

Why? You scared about the guys
seeing you let me ride it?

It's not about me lettin' ya.

You sure about that, Spencer?
Yeah, it's my bike.

I can do what I want with it.

Well, you want to have sex on it?

Right now.

Cheeky little fox, aren't you?

Snoddy?

Hold that thought.

Yeah?

There's work to be done.

Why don't you just let everyone
relax, have a bit of fun?

We've had enough of that
for a while.

You need to assemble the troops.

Why don't you get Fogg?
He's vice-prez.

'Cause they'll take it better
comin' from you.

You know a lot of them
hate this sh*t.

Yeah... and I hate f*ck' bananas

but I eat them
'cause they're good for me.

How do you make a sausage roll?

Mm?
Push it down the hill.

Oh, jeez, I think I got thrush.

Oh, I know what that means.
You right?

OK, listen up.

What are they doin'?

Strike Force...
front line, forward.

Up, up, up. Let's go.

Get back. Second line.

Second line, forward. Go!

- What ARE they doin'?
- Forward!

Strike Force over here. Let's go.
Some military crap.

It's got that brilliance of Jock
written all over it.

Fogg, Leroy?

Don't need to tell you two what
you're doin' is against the rules.

We were curious.

You haven't been with your old man
for longer than two minutes

and I don't know what he's told you
about our club

but here, we respect the rules...

and the prez.

Yeah, righto.
So, pull your f*ck' head in.

You got it?

Come on.

Thanks for that, by the way...
for your help.

You did alright by yourself.

I felt like smackin' her
in the f*ck' mouth.

Hey, a word of advice.
Don't mess with Ness, alright?

Forward!

OK. OK.

That'll do you for today.

I don't see what the point
of this sh*t is.

Jock wants them ready to bash anyone.

What do you reckon?

It's good exercise.

Come on, Mr Strike Force.
Get up, Foggy. Come on.

What the f*ck you doin'? Piss off!

Come on! Come on!
"Oh, piss off! Oh, piss off!"

You're a f*ck' girl, mate.
You're a f*ck' girl!

Have another shot.
Have another shot.

What's up with ya? Hey?

You'll have to do better than that

if you want to protect your prez,
Mr Strike Force.

You c*ck!

Hey!

Get off him.

Sure!

Hey.

That's no way to treat our guest.

He f*ck' started it.

Go and shake his f*ck' hand.

Now.

Campbells and the Strike Force.

Be a match made in heaven.

Get off of me, you...
Oh, ya...

Oi!

Drink, chug-a-lug!

Drink, chug-a-lug!
Drink, chug-a-lug! Drink! Yeah!

Yeah!

Hey! Let me go! Jesus!

Yeah, I'd love to
open it up, mate.

Yeah, we should go late arvo.

Evenin'.

Hey, man.

We were just sayin', if the weather's
gonna be good tomorrow,

we should head back to Sydney
late arvo.

That's a good idea.

Could head home via Bathurst
and have somethin' to eat.

Oh, there's heaps of cops
hangin' around there.

Well, they can piss off.
We're not botherin' anyone.

Yeah, it doesn't stop 'em
botherin' us, though, does it?

Caesar's got a point.

Why spoil a good run?

We could just go round and maybe
stop off at, uh, Oberon for a feed.

Yeah, we can go to Oberon. There's
that, uh... that good pub there.

The, um... the Tourist.
Yeah, on the corner.

Does a great T-bone.
Yeah.

Yeah, let's do that.
Yeah. Sounds good.

Hey, Snod?
Yeah.

Get a blanket for your missus.

Have a look at her.

Hey, baby.

Wake up. Come on.

Come on.

You alright?
Mm-hm.

How's your head?

Sore.

Coffee there, if you want some.
Nah.

Hey, I just wanted to apologise
for last night.

My old man said
I made a fool of myself.

Disrespected you and the boys,
you know?

No worries.

Apology accepted.

Just don't do it again.

Make us all happy.

I won't. I promise.

She's gotta lay off the booze,
that one.

She's a bit like you
after a few drinks.

What do you mean?

Last night. You fell asleep
with your skirt around your arse.

Could see what you had
for breakfast.

I was asleep.

You had half these lads scurrying
into the bush to polish their knobs.

Is that true?
I didn't see anything.

But if Jock says so...

Next time, make sure you're covered
up before you drop off to sleep.

Can't have you causing
all that kind of commotion.

That was a cheap bloody shot.

Why are you such a stirrer,
Jock Ross.

Well, I gotta remind them
who's boss, love.

Hey, baby.

Hey.
What's wrong?

I'm gonna... head home. Hitch a ride.

What? Why?
I just wanna go home.

I kind of miss Joely.

Well, we won't be too late home.
I'm gonna go, Snod.

No, you can't. You'll make me
look like a dickhead.

You get here with me,
you've gotta go home with me.

OK.

I'll see you back at the tent.
Alright.

I'm cool to join up
and be a Commo.

But this Strike Force sh*t...

We don't want Jock building up

too many numbers,
thinkin' he's king sh*t.

Not that he doesn't already.

Yeah, well, I'm not interested in

- getting all that...
- "Army" into me.

I'm with Chop. I'm keen to be
a Commo but bugger everything else.

I might have thought about it
if Snoddy was into it.

He's the one we gotta keep onside
if we want any pullin' power.

Well, he loves us, so...

Let's just keep it that way.

Well, I'd like to try
and change your mind.

The boys don't want to
step on anyone's toes.

Well, that doesn't exclude you from

joining the Strike Force
on your own.

I'm just happy to be Commo.

How about we see how they feel
a little bit down the track, eh?

Get some time in the club.

We'll see.

f*ck' cheating arsehole!

That's it! The prick
f*ck' cheated on me!

f*ck' prick!
Can you take care of that?

You tell me you're mine
and then you f*ck who you like?

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Nicky.

Nicky! Calm down.
And you leave me alone too!

Foggy, go and tell this turd
to pull his head in.

Go.

For f*ck's sake, mate...

I can't have this type of sh*t
happen at the club, OK?

Yeah.
He's on a warning.

Pulls that sh*t again,
he's suspended.

And we need to ban her, teach her
a lesson. She's a nightmare.

Ah, give her a break.

She's lucky she doesn't get
a good kick in her snatch!

Foggy, you tell that brother that
his missus is banned for six weeks.

What's up his arse?

Dunno.

Thought it might have
something to do with you

and the little chat you were having.

I was just tellin' him I don't
want to be part of his Strike Force.

Jock doesn't like the word 'no'.

Well, he'll have to get used to it.

What you doin'?
Want to go pig shootin'?

When?

Now.

Yeah, let's go.

Hey?

Hope that thing's not loaded.

Might be.

Bang!

No pig's gonna get away from me.

Well, enjoy yourselves.

These Campbells.

They're like a club within a club.

- Come on, Snoddy.
- Piss off.

sh*t!

Kiss my arse!

No! Don't you...

Somebody...
Snoddy, sh**t this prick!

Here's a pressie for ya.

Pigs' trotters.

f*ck' hate those things.
Don't be like that.

Give you my mum's recipe.
You'll love it.

Get her to cook them for you, then,
'cause I don't want them.

Do you want a motorbike?

What is it?

It's Italian.

I pinch 'em from this toy shop.

They're real good.

So, do you want it?

I've got a real one.

How about some crayons?

Who's got a light?

Hey! Get this out!

Get this piece of sh*t
outta here, mate!

Get out of the car!

- Who are ya, mate?
- Get this sh*t out!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey!

- Oi, oi, oi!
- Leave him alone.

Hey, hey, leave him alone.
Oi, oi!

You must be Kraut.

Are you Kraut?!
He's Kraut.

Alright, let's go inside.

Alright, fellas.
This is, uh, Kraut.

We're thinkin' about
making him a nom.

So, what sort of bike have you got?

I haven't.

But I am in the process
of buying one.

"In the process"?
What's that supposed to mean?

I'm still lookin' around.

But you can ride?

He can't ride.
Can't bloody dress either.

Alright, quieten down.

It won't take him long.

You learn to ride, you become a nom.

People like Kraut are useful.

What for?

Wha-ey!

Can you do it again?

He can do it again... as many
times as we ask, right, Kraut?

That was fantastic.

Hey?

That was impressive, huh?

Seems like he's built of good stuff.

Is he gonna make a habit of
blowin' sh*t up?

Hey, we can use that. Believe me.

Do you know
what I dream about at night?

Schoolgirl on a Harley?

Runnin' the biggest club
in the country.

Right? Us. Me and you.
Kraut's a shortcut, is he?

You don't like somebody else,
you get rid of 'em?

He'll just be handy
to have around, alright?

That stuff's great value.

Jesus, Jock.

Dynamite's a bit extreme.

Look, I don't want to
k*ll or maim, OK?

I just want to make the enemy aware
that we mean business.

Right? The Campbells, Kraut...
They can help us make that happen.

The Campbells might take
a bit of convincing.

I'm gonna need your help on that,
Snoddy. You've got their ear.

Listen.

We stick together on this,
then things will fall into place.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Hey.

Hello, my baby.

Joely was asking when you'll
take him to the clubhouse again.

I told him next time
the strippers rock up.

Club business.

Where does all that stuff go, Snod?

What stuff?

Well, I know you worry.

I'm not worried about anything.

Except losing you... or Joely.

Or me brothers.

In that order?

Let's get this little fella to bed.

Come on, mate. Let's get you to bed.

Dead-weight boy.

Everyone who joins
the Comanchero brotherhood

is required to swear an oath.

So, I want you to repeat after me...

"I swear my allegiance
to the supreme commander

"of the Comanchero Motorcycle Club,
Jock Ross."

I swear my allegiance to
the supreme commander

of the Comanchero Motorcycle Club,
Jock Ross.

Aaaaagh!

Oww! Whoo!

Welcome, brother.

Well done, lad.

More rules.

We need to talk about Jock...

the way he's patching
every Tom, d*ck and Kraut.

Well, why don't you sit down
and have a chat with him?

He's not gonna listen, mate.
He's on another planet.

He's like a woman on her rags.

With a bit of luck,
Kraut will bugger things up anyway.

That's not gonna change the way
Jock does things, though, is it?

Kraut, why don't you
tell your brothers

what you've been up to?

Been doing reconnaissance
on the Ghosts.

Went around to the prez's house

to see how much dynamite
it would take to dismantle it.

Dismantle it?
You mean blow it up?

Yeah.

For those of you who don't
comprehend... blow it up.

What the hell for?

'Cause I'm declaring w*r
on the Ghosts.

Why do you want to
go to w*r with them?

Well, for a start,
they're wearing our colours.

They're not. They've got
a maroon stripe round the border.

They look like
our f*ck' colours to me.

You even know what they're
f*ck' colours look like?

And further to that,
they've moved into Parramatta,

which is our patch.

Now, we're the biggest club
in Sydney.

If we want to keep it that way,

we need to move 'em out
and make sure they don't come back.

Jock, we don't need dynamite
to do that.

Well, that's what we'll be doin'.

That's bullshit.

Come back inside.

Mate, this is bullshit.
I'm leavin' the club.

No, you're not.
Bombs and sh*t?! Blowin' things up?!

Whatever happened to punchin' on?

Jock's always talkin' sh*t like that.

Don't worry about it!
This is different!

Hey, get off the bike!

We'll take it to a vote, alright?

Mate, we'll sort this out.

- We all OK here?
- Yeah.

I reckon we need to take a vote
on a couple of things.

We can put them on the agenda.

Anyone else got something to add,
you can do the same thing.

- Fix the shitter. It stinks.
- Bloody oath.

How about a new clubhouse?

Put some of those bar profits
where they belong.

The brothers deserve better than
this f*ck' sh*t-hole.

Absolutely.

And forget about blowin' up
the Ghosts.

Don't blow up anyone or anything.

If that's what everyone wants...

I'm not gonna disagree.

That's such bullshit.
He's f*ck' givin' up.

Grab us a beer?

While you're there, champ.

f*ck' look at this joint.

sh*t, yeah.



Do you reckon Jock'll go for it?

Like to see him try and stop us.

Aaaaah!
Aaaagh!

I wanna dance, love?
Not dancin' to this sh*t.

Oh, when are you gonna learn to
move with the times, eh?

'50s dancing's good enough for us.

Who says I'm talkin' about dancing?

Well, say what you bloody mean,
then? What do you mean?

You've got a band of men dependin'
on ya. They're happy to be here.

So, you should try it.

What are you doin'?

No, I'm not doin' this.
Come and have a drink.

Come on...
No, f*ck that!

Aaaagh!

Whooo!

Practising for your trip to Texas?
Yeah.

Reckon the Hell's Angels
know how to crack a whip?

All I want 'em to do
is help me source some bikes.

Make us all happy.

Excuse me?

How you goin'?
Very well, thank you.

I'm Lesley. I'm your neighbour.

G'day. I'm Snoddy and this is Caesar.

Snoddy. Caesar.

Look, the music's very loud.

If you'd be so good
as to turn it down...

Oh, it's not that loud.

Yeah, no, I'll go and turn it down.

You've moved in, have you?
Yeah.

Nice neighbourhood.

Yes, it is a nice neighbourhood.

It's always been
a nice neighbourhood.

Don't you worry, Lesley.
We won't be making any trouble.

Oh, well, thank you
very much, Snoddy.

And if there's ever any other way
we can help you out,

you just let us know.

Yes. Uh, I will. Thank you.
See ya.

Ooh, yeah!
There you go.

Jock's bike.

What are you doin' now?
I'm gonna take a look.

Let's go.

It was Jock gettin' into her,
I'm sure of it.

Did you see his face?
Nup.

But it looked like him and it
definitely looked like his bike.

Jesus.

And you're sure it was Nicky,
not just some stray?

It was her house.
They were definitely her t*ts.

You didn't see her face
and you didn't see his face

but you're sure it was them.

It was his arse.
We're not bullshitting.

It was them.

This is f*ck' sh*t!

We should get our old ladies to talk
to Nicky, see what she's got to say.

No, we need to keep this in the cone
for now. Just us four, alright?

Out of respect for the brother

and his old lady and Jock.

You guys willing to back it up,
face-to-face with him?

Yep.

We know what we saw.

He's not above our law,
prez or not.

We take it to the next meeting,
vote him down, he loses his colours.

He needs the chance
to tell his side of the story.

You guys, you're not
shittin' me, are ya?

I swear on me old man's grave.

f*ck!

f*ck!

Oh, look what the cat dragged in.

I need to have a word, Jock.

You can wait for a swim,
can't you, love?

I s'pose I'll have to, won't I?

Drink, Snod? Sandwich?

No, I'm right, thanks, Ness.

Well, whatever you've come
to say, say it.

Some of the blokes reckon
they saw you screwin' someone else.

Oh, yeah?

So?

One of the brothers' old ladies.

And you believe them, do you?

I've got to run it to ground, Jock.

You've got to run it to ground?!

Well, whoever they are,
they're f*ck' liars.

So, you tell me,
who reckons they saw?

Chop, Shadow.

Oh, the dumb-as-shite Campbells.

And you're on their side now?
I came here to warn ya.

Warn me about what?
They're gonna use it against ya.

Try and vote you into the ground

and take your colours,
get you out of the club.

f*ck' scum!

You get them off my back!

They want you to make a case,
like anyone else.

Just say you didn't do it...
the club needs to hear it from you,

and they'll believe you.

The Campbells are the ones
who'll get arsed out.

But you gotta take it to a vote.
A vote.

I'll lay my hands
on a stack of f*ck' Bibles

and ram it straight up their arse!

You think I'm gonna stand there

and watch my men listen to
that utter bullshit

comin' out of that prick
Campbell's mouth?!

To besmirch me?!

After everything I've done!
Everything I've built up!

They can all go and get f*cked!

I ain't doin' it!

They're gonna have to k*ll me
to get me out of me own club!

And I want to know...
I want to know, who do you believe?

Do you believe them
or do you believe me?

I'm with you!
You're with me?

I'm goin' for a swim.

- Boys?
- Snoddy?

There'll be no vote.
Jock, you gotta.

The Campbells would have got to
each and every one of them

and poisoned them against me.

They'll have made up
their mind already,

on supposed lies and transgressions
that have never happened.

You deserve more than this.

Things are gonna change,
startin' from now.

What do you mean?
I'm splittin' the club.

I'm startin' another chapter
out west.

What for?
'Cause I hate it here, right?

It's not me.

All these rich pricks out in their
yachts... it's not where I belong.

Are you comin' with me?

Of course I'll go with ya.

You'd leave all them.

Yeah, mate.

I'm a Commo because of you.

There'll be no meeting today,
no agenda.

This club's gettin' split
into two chapters.

There'll be this one

and another out Granville way
called the Western Chapter.

Now, you can all decide
where you want to be,

who's goin' where.

It makes no difference to me.

But at this new chapter,

there'll be one rule
and one rule only.

And that's I'll have final vote
on everything.

So, if you want to come with me,
you come now.

No, you stay here.

I'm comin' out west with you.

I don't want you with me.

I can see that you all
would have voted against me.

But for what it's worth,
you're wrong!

So, you can all go and get f*cked.

The f*ck' lot of you.

You know Snoddy
would never have left YOU behind.

You know he wanted to come with ya,
but you wouldn't let him,

'cause of your pride.

That's bullshit!

He wanted to stay with them

but he was too gutless
to say it to my face.

Orphan d*ck!

Don't be like that.

You two have been through
so much together.

Well, that means
nothin' now, does it?

Ask him. He'll come.

He can go to hell.

And those f*cking Campbells,

you mark my words...

I'm gonna make them regret the day
they took their first breath.

Hi.