01x06 - Episode 6

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Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Foggy?

They're here.

Foggy?

Foggy, Foggy, where are ya? f*ck!

Righto, boys.

Where's your prez?

He needs to help stop this.

He needs to help me stop this!
He's in there!

Get your guys
to put their g*ns down.

- Where the f*ck's Jock?
- What do you reckon, boys?

A bullhorn ambush or a battle wedge?

I'm going in. Cover me.

No firing.

Why don't you put the g*ns down?

Fight like men?

You better get that g*n out of my
face before I shove it up your arse.

Aaagh!

f*ck!

Leanne!

Aagh! Come on!

I'm gonna f*cking k*ll you!

Put your g*ns down!

No! No!

Aagh! Come on!

No!

No, buddy, no!

Bull! Bully! Bully!

No!
Bully! Bully!

Bully!

Aagh!

No!

No! No! You're not movin'!
Come on, buddy!

Bull! Bull! Bully!

Bully! Bully!

Bully...

No! No, buddy! No!

No!

Hello?

Nessie.
Snow? Where are ya?

There's been a shootin'.

They're, uh...

They're taking Jock
to Liverpool Hospital.

Somebody will ring ya.

f*ck' Bandaids shot
four of our blokes dead.

Foggy, Leroy, Dog and Sparra.

Hello?

Joanne? Yeah. She's outside. Why?

Oh, my God.

Shadow's dead.

So is Chop.

What about Bull?

OK. He's OK.

So, he's been taken to the hospital?

Four of theirs are dead.

But why?

No. Why... why did they have g*ns?

What...? We... we had g*ns too?

Christine, what about Snod?

Wait. Um, Davo? Davo?
Snoddy... Is Snoddy OK?

Yeah.

Cops are taking statements.

They're not letting them go
until they sort out the charges.

OK.

Come on, Jock.

Don't let the b*stards win.

I'm sorry, babe.

Alright.

They've kept us together as a club,
but they didn't have to,

so it's a privilege.

So, I don't want
no trouble, alright?

You keep your noses clean
and you be model prisoners, alright?

Can you do that for me?
Yeah.

Yeah.
Good on youse.

I promise youse,
if we get through this,

we'll be out on bail
by Christmas, right?

And behave yourselves in court.

No falling asleep
or calling out, OK?

This is our chance
to show that we're different,

to show we're better than them.

It's a bloody show trial
for the press.

They can't prove
who had a g*n or a bat.

I know.

Are we pleading
self-defence or what?

Well, they were the ones
that first used g*ns, huh?

Isn't that what we're paying
this prick lawyer to do?

This is just the first bit, alright?
We'll leave it all to Murphy.

Ohh...
He knows what he's doing.

Bloody hope so.
Otherwise, we're all rooted.

"Your Honour, I object to being
charged with seven murders.

"No-one told me
the pickhandle was loaded..."

"..or that it fired both ways."

Dickhead.

You're late.

Yeah. Well, the last time I came,
you ignored me and slept.

That's a patient's prerogative.

What's of interest?

Usual.

The public's pissed off.

Fear of payback.

Desecration of Father's Day.

Oh. So, it's
a religious festival now?

You're seen as
the one who caused it, Jock.

Well, that's bullshit.

Bandaids are talking to the press.
Maybe you should too.

Why? And tell them what?

Huh?

I was misunderstood as a kid?

Well, by the time
this gets to court,

people will have made up
their minds.

So, let them...

'cause I know
what happened, right?

I've got the scars.

Oh, it's Mr Tease.

Mrs Ross.

I was just about to go and make
a cuppa. Would you like one?

These lads are here
on official business.

There's absolutely no caffeine.
Isn't that right?

We'll resume
where we left off yesterday.

That's fine by me.

Now, you say you didn't have a g*n.

That's right.

We found a weapon registered
to you - a Bentley 12-gauge.

So?

How did it get there?

It was in the boot
of one of the cars.

Whose car?
Probably Kiddo's.

And why did he have your g*n?

Well, he had a number of g*ns.

Oh, yeah? Why was that?

Insurance... in case there
were trouble with the Bandaids.

And at no time did you
have this g*n with you personally?

No.

Do you know who did?

No, I don't.

You were armed, though, weren't you?

With a machete?

Oh, you mean the golok.

In the military,
it's called a golok.

G-O-L-O-K.

Pronounced 'golok'.

Yes. But you're not in the military,
are you, Jock?

So, we'll call it a machete.

I don't want you
coming to court no more.

I want to come.

It's bad enough
having to sit there and listen.

OK. So, can we talk
about something else?

Joely's doing really well at school.

He's a smart kid.
Yeah. Got his brains from me.

Sometimes, I think
I'm never gonna get out of here.

Stop it or I won't come back.
This is supposed to cheer you up.

The times I've had with you and Joel
have been the best times of my life.

Why don't you tell me
about that trip to the States?

The little spread we're gonna buy.

You weren't stringing me along,
were you, Snodgrass?

Hey, I can't be with you at night.
That's the trouble.

I want to cuddle you.

It'll all be over some day...
Yes, it will.

One way or another.

Tell me
what you think about at night.

You know what I think about
at night.

Tell me, anyway.

I'll write you a letter.

OK.

It's good to see ya.

I miss ya.
Miss you.

"I'm having trouble sleeping,

"so the doc's been giving me pills.

"They kind of work,
but they give me nightmares.

"Last night,
I dreamed about my mother.

"How I saw her when I was a kid,
when she cut her wrists.

"I don't know why
I'm remembering this.

"It's f*cking with my mind.

"I see the split
as if it was yesterday,

"over and over again."

I don't want you with me.

You stay here.

"I just gotta do
what's right for the club.

"That's all that matters now.

"BF. FB.

"Bandidos Forever.

"Forever Bandidos.

"I have a friend
with dark green eyes.

"She's a long way away, but close.

"We met as friends,
then parted as friends.

"Then found each other again.

"We're lovers now,

"and will be forever.

"My love. My Lee.

"Lee for me."

Would you look at this drivel?

You were always a weak prick.

Always.

"I've just gotta do
what's right by the club."

Whose club is that?

The one you swore allegiance to?

The one that saved you
from the gutter?

Or some other club
with a misspelled name

and a Mexican hat on their backs?

That's not Australian.

It's foreign.

And that shouldn't be allowed.

And what's this sh*t?

"BF. FB."

Bloody Fools, Forever b*stards -
is that what that means?

You're a Comanchero...

and you always will be.

And you rose against your own.

Hey, Davo!
Is this a mistletoe?

Come and stand over here.
Don't make promises you can't keep.

Promises? I'm offering Bull. You'd
be up for it, wouldn't you, sweetie?

You OK?

Yeah. Why?
All the bullshit in court today.

Who believes ballistics, mate?
It's just more copper lies.

Just because a g*n registered to you
k*lled somebody, doesn't prove sh*t.

Remember that.

We didn't make bail.
f*ck!

Sorry to get your hopes up,

but the lawyers thought
we were in with a good chance.

That's the way it goes.
That's bullshit.

The trial proper
will start in April,

and it looks like
the charges will stand.

But I'm meeting with the lawyers
tomorrow to see if we can do a deal.

What sort of deal?

Limiting m*rder to those with g*ns
or where the evidence is strong,

which for us, according
to the lawyers, is me... and Lard.

Thanks a bloody lot.
I'm sorry, mate. It's worth a try.

There's no point
in us all going down.

We're a club. We'll stick together.
If one of us is cut...

That's bullshit!

That's bullshit and you know it.

I'm the prez
and I'll do what's right.

Happy Christmas.

Where are you going, Snodgrass?
I just need some air.

It's lock-in in five minutes.
You're not going anywhere, mate.

You've got a card.

Thanks.

Leanne!

So, there'll be no Christmas
at the clubhouse.

No Davo as Santa.

Maybe we'll go
to the clubhouse, anyway,

and have a party
for the kids or something.

There's something you should know
before you see it in the papers,

about the girl.

They're gonna say that I shot her.

And did you?

Did you... did you sh**t her, Snoddy?

I've got no idea.

I was only sh**ting at them.

It all just happened so fast.

Foggy, Leroy...

then I took at shot at Chewy,

but I must have missed.

You shot Foggy and Leroy?

If I hadn't,
they would have k*lled us.

How could you?

How could you do that? They
used to be your friends, Snoddy.

The girl was with a guy
called Shifty.

He's sergeant-at-arms for the Rebs.

He's got long hair

and he's really tall
and he looks just like Chewy.

And I was sh**ting at the wrong guy.

"Today, I saw
the superintendent

"and asked for extra activities
for the men.

"They've been fighting,

"not that you can blame 'em.

"So, they let us into the yard
to let off some steam.

"We've been cooped up in here
for too long."

f*ck off, Davo!
Foul. You're cheatin'.

You're cheatin'.
I'm not f*cking cheating.

I'll explain the rules to you.
Hey, f*ck off!

I'll explain it.
Hey!

Leanne!

"Got a letter from Lee.

"I walked out on her
on the last visit.

"If I lose her, it's my own fault,
'cause I acted like a real prick.

"I'll apologise if she comes back.

"Sometimes, I think things
would have been better

"if I'd died that day
with Chop and Shadow.

"Maybe if that had happened, then
I wouldn't be called a Jock Ross."

Happy Father's Day.

Thanks, mate.

"I wish I could hold
Lee and Joel again.

"If I could do that, I'd die happy.

"I wish all this
had never happened."

Shadow's birthday's coming up.
Any suggestions?

We could go to the zoo.

San Diego Zoo.
I hear it's a f*ck' ripper.

Anything else?

Oh, well, I reckon
we should hire some strippers.

Smuggle ourselves
out in their miffs.

I'm in.

I know you're in.

Next...

my resignation.

I've decided to stand down,
and I nominate you, Bull.

I failed as prez.

You shouldn't be in here.

I've told the lawyers
they can say that I k*lled everyone,

if they let the rest of youse go.

This is not how I thought
the club would turn out.

"This club means a hell
of a lot to me.

"I'll carry it with me forever.

"Bull thought about leaving

"because he could see
we were losing our brotherhood.

"Well, I feel the same.

"Sometimes, I wish
I was with Shadow.

"And Caesar, wherever you are, I
hope the cops never find you, mate.

"And I hope you remember the times
I stuck up for you

"against a few of your brothers.

"I hope people think well of me...

"that I did what I could
and did the best for the club.

"PS - if something should happen,

"all my Bandidos stuff in this book
goes to my brother and friend, Lard.

"My belongings, of course,
go to Lee.

"Signed, Snodgrass 'Snoddy' Spencer.

"BF, FB. One-percenter."

I was born in Glasgow
on the 5th of August in 1943.

At 14, I left school
and became an apprentice blacksmith.

At 17, I joined the British Army

and served with the Royal Engineers
in Germany and the Far East.

In 1966, I emigrated to Australia,

where my parents
lived on the Central Coast.

I knew some people with motorcycles

and the Comanchero Motorcycle Club
came into being.

And I'll tell you
why the club was suffering.

'Cause it was me who split it.

In August 1983, some of my men
were drinking at the pub,

when Snodgrass and his men came in
and belted them black and blue.

And I could have retaliated
right then.

I could have shot them all
the following morning,

when they were blind drunk
at the party.

But I didn't want this conflict
with the Bandidos,

and I'll tell you why.

When I split the club, I had 12 men.

By August 1984, I had 36.

The club was going great.

Things were falling into place.

I didn't want or need
this conflict to stuff that up.

Why would I?

Those Bandidos meant nothing to me.

And the Crown alleges

because we got off our bikes and
started looking all over the place,

that we were doing something wrong.

But ladies and gentlemen,

when you go to a swap meet,
what do you do?

You get off your bikes
and you look around.

There's nothing sinister in that!

I didn't go there that day
to m*rder

or help anyone m*rder anyone else.

Make no mistake.

I'm not here
because of what I've done.

I'm here because of who I am.

The vice-president is gone!

The sergeant-at-arms is gone!

And the Crown and the police
want a scapegoat.

And that's why you've heard
so much garbage put on me.

They want someone to carry the can.

And ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

I'm the only leader left.

Sorry. I couldn't stay away.
Just would have felt wrong.

Well, I'm glad you came.

Snoddy really liked you, Ness.

Yeah.
Yeah.

He said you were like lemon on a
cut finger, but that you were fair.

Yeah. I really liked him too.

I'm not just saying that,
'cause he's...

I'm really sorry.

Thanks.

These men of ours
did an awful thing.

People lost their lives, Lee.

How do we live with that?

We don't get a choice.