it happening
to us, now, do we, Daniel?
What's this, then, Daniel?
Toilet paper?
l'm a writer.
Pages impose
an artificial structure
on my stream of consciousness.
Well, l guess that would mean
you'd write shit, then.
Wouldn't it, Daniel?
What's going on?
We're the police, sweetheart.
Your civil liberties
are about to be violated.
Oh, great.
lf prostitution
is the rental of the body...
..marriage is the sale.
You're a sick fuck,
aren't you, Daniel?
What is wrong with you?
Haven't you got
anything better to do,
like chasing rapists
or murderers or something?
You know something
about rapes and murders,
do you, sweetheart?
Fuck you.
Sammy.
We refuse
to answer any questions
without the presence
of a solicitor.
You know what we usually
do to places like this, Daniel?
We usually torch them.
So that would make you
the arson squad, then?
(Laughs) You're a tough nut to
crack, aren't you, hard case?
You animals got any guns
on the premises?
Sure, we've got a cache
of paramilitary weapons
up in the attic.
l'll just nip up
and get them, shall...?
No, l reckon
you're on something.
What do you reckon, Stuart?
Put it away, Russ.
You lot on drugs?
Only when we can get them.
lf you don't cooperate,
hard case,
you never know
what might happen.
Nice tatts, man.
You look like a fucking
pincushion down there, mate.
Flip, what's going on?
lt's cool, dude.
Nanna's booked me into rehab.
(Sighs)
lt's a good one. They get you
to make your own bed and stuff.
Let's stop the clowning around,
hard case.
Your friend here led us
a merry chase last night
through numerous brothels,
two nightclubs,
a girlie bar and the casino.
Picked him up
at the blackjack table,
trying to order
half a dozen Asian girls
and a gram of speed
from the croupier.
We cancelled the girls.
Not before he whacked up over
eight-grand's worth of whoopee
on this, though, Danny boy.
That's my card.
lt would seem so, Danny boy.
Seems like you owe $7,257
in rent and damages
to some of our friends
in Brissy, Daniel.
Add that to the eight large...
..notched up
by your associate here.
Which means
you're going to need
the mother of all student loans
to pay that lot back,
aren't you, Daniel?
We refuse to say one more word
until we have spoken
to a lawyer.
l've had just about enough
of you l can take, arsewipe!
Some of our friends
own that casino, Daniel.
And they don't like
being out-of-pocket.
Makes them angry.
Makes us angry.
(Nervously) l need to pee.
Can you hear something, Stuart?
Put it away, Russ.
You know,
like a mosquito buzzing,
or something like that.
Russ! Put...it...away!
He needs to fucking pee,
you fascist pig dog!
( BANG!, THUD! )
Shit.
Big mistake, hard case.
Big fucking mistake.
Fight the power, Daniel!
Fight the power, lain.
STUART: Pity it had to come
to this, Daniel.
And who was to know
it was only a water pistol?
Excuse me?
The gun.
What gun?
Your friend pulled a gun.
We fired in self-defence.
Who was to know
it was only a toy?
Are you insane?
There was no gun.
You look after yourself
out there, Daniel.
Anything could happen,
you know.
And let's face it, mate,
it probably will, won't it?
( SlREN WAlLS )
l'm not your mate.
Maybe...
Maybe it was like,
you know, a Buddhist thing.
He denies your existence,
don't call us, we'll call you,
that sort of thing.
lt's the police, Sammy.
They're hardly likely to be
Buddhists.
They shoot first,
ask questions later down here.
l'm a dead man.
Maybe you're
just losing weight.
lnwards, your heart is full.
Outwards, your heart is empty.
l wasn't exactly expecting
a shower of confetti.
Maybe you should...move on.
lt might not be too sensible
to wait around
for anything to happen.
What about you?
l think l'll...think l'll
stick around here for a while.
Sort of like it.
(Taylor retches)
(Yells)
Best fucking night
l've had in ages.
Just what
is your fucking problem, Nina?