The Hard Word

The.Hard.Word.2002.720p.BluRay.x264.YIFY "The hard Word" a.k.a.:"The Australian Job"

Back!

Get off me, you prick!

"Portnoy's Complaint".

- Who wants that? - Mildenhall.

Mildenhall wants "Portnoy's Complaint", eh?

I'll bet he fucking does.

What's he complaining about?

Oh, his mother, women, not enough sex.

- You know, the usual. - Any good?

That would depend on whether you've spoofed all over the toothbrushes

as your mother tying to bash down the bathroom door.

"Wanker's Bible". It's pretty funny.

I'll have a go after Mildenhall.

- Tell him it'll cost him a drink. - Big or little drink?

- Oh, well, that depends on how thirsty he is. - Hey, Dougie?

"The 100 most asked questions about love, sex and relationships."

Donelly?

The only relationship Donelly ever had was with a fucking sheep.

Wouldn't you be a mutton man, Doug?

I can see you going full clacker with a prize ram.

Don't push it, Twentyman.

Oh, sorry, mate.

Your ass. Governor's office, now.

You're a prince, mate. See you, Deano.

He's the king.

Cheeky bastard.

Could do worse.

Long as he doesn't come at me when the knife's in my hand.

I think that's part of the attraction.

What are you girls nattering about, eh?

Wouldn't be planning a mutiny now, would you?

No, sir. Nothing like that, sir.

We love it here.

You're out, Twentyman.

Governor's office, now.

You right to finish this off, Tone?

Oh, yeah. Course he is.

Pick up. Mate, no.

Look.

Right, from here. Here.

Everything has to come from here.

And nothing can go wrong.

Hit the shower, muscles. You're sprung.

What day is it?

Your lucky day. Governor's office.

For me. Dougie will show you.

Yes!

Hi. Are you ready to order?

Yep.

Um...full English breakfast, extra sausages,

extra toast, whole-wheat.

I'd like a, er, barbecue sauce with that,

and, um, a hot... no, a Dijon mustard

and, um, a large cappuccino.

Toast and tea, thanks, love.

Yeah. What sort of tea?

Ordinary, and white toast.

And you, sir?

Yeah. "Tapenade". Bok-a-kini." Blah, blah, blah.

Bloke doesn't know what he's ordering anymore.

Er, the, "brushedda",

"drizzled with, er, extra virgin olive oil."

Bruschetta.

It's toast with fancy stuff. It's a girl's thing. Have the breakfast.

I don't want the breakfast.

I want the Bruschetta,

but I don't want it drizzled with extra virgin fucking anything.

What can I have instead?

Oh, anything, as long as it's on the menu.

Chips. I want it with chips.

Just ordinary chips, right?

Straight ones. Nice, long, straight ones.

Alright, there's the plate.

I want the toast thing there, the chips there, right?

Toast thing, chips. Got it.

And would you like a drink with that, sir?

Yes. A Pepsi, no ice.

Oh, I'm sorry. We only have Coke here, sir.

I don't want, er, Coke. I want Pepsi.

I'll get him a Pepsi.

Cold in a can!

We've got time for a swim after this.

How long we got?

48 minutes.

We haven't got any trunks.

Then we'll go in our undies.

I'm not wearing any.

Well, I'll buy you some.

- Undies? - Trunks, mate.

Well, that's a waste of money.

Oh, I think we can afford it.

I got trunks at Mum's.

No, I don't want any more. I like the ones I got.

Yay.

There you are, mate. There.

Ah, cold in a can.

Here's one I like. Race six in Melbourne.

The Sponge.

I thought we might go for a swim.

A swim? Haven't got any trunks.

What's going on now, mate?

- Chips aren't straight. - Yeah, they are?

Don't touch 'em.

I'm not eating that now. You touched it.

Beautiful.

- Want another chip, mate? - Yeah.

Thanks, Shane.

Have I got time to place that bet now?

Hello?

Security...

Yep. Lovely.

The grey Calais, mate.

Right.

Listen, mate...

It'll be funny not doing this anymore.

Is a fucking hoot, isn't it, really?

Next one, buddy.

Dale thinks this is the last time.

Never say never, baby.

Is it or isn't it?

I've got to know how to play.

What are you doing tonight?

So, he goes back inside. How long for this time?

He'll be a little while yet.

Does he know that?

Well, I haven't told him, no.

He'll go fucking apeshit.

And Shane, Shane will rip someone's head off.

The cops will straighten them out.

- You're cold bastard, Frank. - Iron-cold bastard.

Don't get me wet again. He'll know.

He's been in over two years. What's he expect?

Sexy little bint like you.

We're working on our dream, that's what he expects.

We're working on a dream, alright, and a beautiful dream it is.

Hey, Carol.

Alright, boys. It's only the cops.

My favourite sight. What's the split?

365 in change.

- 90 each? - Not bad, not bad. Bag it.

- We divvy up later on? - Yeah, later.

Later today, alright?

You give us our money today. All of it, in cash.

The money's invested, fellas.

Wouldn't be good leaving a couple of million bucks sitting around in cash.

- Frank. - Boys.

Fellas.

Someone should call the police.

Go off alright?

It's going off, alright.

We all square then?

Yes, mate. All square. 50-50.

No one got hurt?

Only their feelings.

Always nice doing business with the best.

Well, I'll take the fellas in then, finalise the, er, paperwork.

Best kind of paperwork, I reckon, eh? Counting cash?

Is that Dale in there?

Yep.

Give him a hurry-up, will you?

Dale! Come on, mate. You've never taken this long before.

Get in.

Call you when we're done, eh?

Oh, g'day, fellas.

Jesus, mate. What's going on in there?

So, how many is this, then?

- Don't know. 10? - 12.

12, what, couple of years?

Two years, four months, eight days.

We'll be sorry to see you go.

There'll be plenty of other blokes.

Nah, not with your track record. Every one a winner.

No witnesses, no GBH, no worries.

Beauty. Got one.

The races are over, spaz.

Footy game tonight. I can see the score.

Where you going tonight?

Hotel. Coogee Bay, I reckon.

Yeah.

You going to stick around for a bit?

Couple of weeks, see some old mates.

I have been thinking about Adelaide.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. I like it down there.

Clean, dry.

It's shit as.

As soon as Frank gives us the money, I'm getting the first plane to...

Gold Coast.

What about you?

You going to find that place in the country?

Yeah. Get ourselves organised, start having a look.

Come on.

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