The F.J. Holden (1977) - full transcript
Bankstown, NSW, Australia, 1970s. Kevin and his mate Bob spend their time drinking and cruising around the western suburbs of Sydney in Kevin's yellow FJ Holden, looking for girls. One day Kevin meets Anne. Anne works in a large shopping center. Anne and Kevin spend some time together until one day Kevin gets drunk and tries to make love to Anne with Bob watching. Anne throws them out of her house. When Anne later refuses to be pacified, Kevin becomes aggressive and causes a scene at a party. The police are called. Kevin escapes but later returns home to find the police waiting there for him.
♪ I've been on the side before ♪
♪ But I don't see nobody anymore ♪
♪ Because I leave the wheel at night ♪
♪ Come and watch my wheels at night ♪
♪ And I know just what the chances are ♪
(engine rattles)
♪ You got to lose a girl to keep a car ♪
♪ So I drive, drive, drive,
drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ Yeah in my FJ, in my FJ Holden ♪
♪ Drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ In my FJ, in my FJ Holden ♪
♪ Drive, drive, drive ♪
(flame hissing)
(metal clinking)
- Okay, drive.
(car engine revving)
♪ In my FJ, in my FJ Holden ♪
♪ Drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ Gotta drive, gotta drive ♪
♪ In my FJ ♪
(car engine revving)
- [Woman] Come on.
Come on.
- My hands are full.
- [Woman] Oh hurry up and get them off.
(lips smacking)
- [Man] Do you need a hand, mate?
- Not unless you want
to get behind and push.
(door slams)
Piss off!
(frogs croaking)
- [Man] Two more beers, mate?
(upbeat jazz music)
- Geez, you get a look at that.
- Oh yeah. What's the
name of that girl again?
- Where are they?
- Number 57 bus stop.
- Yeah?
- [Bob] Yeah.
- Right.
(car engine revving)
(upbeat jazz music)
Where are they?
- They're gone, man.
(tyres screeching)
(horns blaring)
(man shouting)
- Mama mia.
- Get the gear, mate.
(horn blaring)
(tyres screeching)
(car engine revving)
(horn honking)
(car engine revving)
(car engine revving)
(radar signal blares)
(tyres screeching)
- Yeah, I understand.
But these two guys here,
that's the one that should be
booking in the first place.
Not me.
- Good afternoon, gentlemen.
Did you force that driver off the road?
- Never seen him before in my life.
- What speed were you travelling at?
- About 60 kilometres an hour.
What do you reckon, Bob?
- We certainly weren't going any faster.
- That driver maintains you
were travelling a lot faster.
- Not us, sarge.
Otherwise you would've
spotted us on the radar.
- You got a licence, there?
Good.
All right, Kevin.
How long have you had the car?
- About two months.
- Well, another stunt like that today
and you won't have your
licence or your car.
All right, off you go.
Consider yourself lucky this time.
(car engine starts)
- You were exceeding the speed limit, sir.
- Yeah, I know I was.
- On the radar.
- But you don't believe
me, because they're not
there from the road and that's not fair
because those people get away
and I'm here getting booked.
- [Officer] Sir, I'm only doing my job.
- Should have booked them.
- If you write a letter
into the commissioner, sir,
I'm sure you'll give you-
- But this is not good.
- How'd you get out of school?
- I wrote the teacher a note.
- Hope that old bag
lets Anne out for lunch.
- There she is.
- That bitch has been on my back again.
Wouldn't matter what I did.
She'd still find something wrong.
(man speaking on announcer)
(soft instrumental music)
(food sizzles)
(soft whimsical music)
(man speaking indistinctly on announcer)
- Who was the guy in the
chocolate panel there?
- A guy I was going out with.
- What's he like?
- What do you mean?
- Geez, he looked nice.
- He's got the biggest dick in Bankstown.
- How do you know?
- We danced at the park
picnic and he pulled it out.
- What did you do?
- I pulled him off.
He'd taken me down there
for the weekend, hadn't he?
(car engine revving)
(horn honking)
- [Bruce] Good day.
- [Cheryl] Hi.
- [Bruce] What you doing for lunch?
- Going shopping.
- How would you like the afternoon off?
- Not today, I gotta go, see you later.
- Care to ride tonight?
- Dunno.
(horn honking)
(engine revving)
- I'd be more careful who I
was seen with at lunchtime,
if I was you.
Or at least take off my uniform
when I was outside the store.
- What do you mean?
- I wouldn't like my
daughter to be seen talking
to those sorts of boys.
- Oh, is there enough left for you?
- I don't think it's any
of your business, Mrs. Peg.
- It is, when you're part of this staff.
- I wasn't hired by you.
- No, and your type wouldn't be.
- what do you mean?
- Ask your mother, if you can find her.
- She's probably at your place
doing a job on your old man.
Don't let it get you down, love.
- She needs to get off my back.
- [Girl] Whew!
(groovy music)
(groovy music)
(car engine revving)
(tool clinking)
- How is it going, Kev?
- Okay, thanks Norm.
- You're taking your time, aren't you?
- What do you mean?
- Oh, we thought you could
do it a bit of a hurry up.
- We got a little surprise for you, mate.
- Put me down!
(men chattering)
Fuck off, you poofters!
(water hose clatters)
- Let's give him a shower, eh?
(men chattering)
- You bastards, you bastards!
(men laughing)
- See you down at the pub, right?
- See you later.
(men chattering)
- What do you want?
- [Man] Aw, come on. We'll go for a beer.
- Yeah, all right.
Hang on a minute, I
can't get this shit off.
(man whistles)
- Hey, why don't you go and ask them over?
You could handle two
of them, couldn't you?
- What you don't use,
we'll look after for you.
Yeah, go on, see if they need a lift home.
Come on, mate.
- Yeah, go and ask them
over ya mug. Go on.
- What are you drinking?
- Nothing. Thanks.
- Come on.
- [Norm] How's your car going?
- Good, real good.
- [Man] Yeah, heel marks on the roof line.
- Happy birthday, Kev.
I'm on a promise, if I get home early.
- He wouldn't have came to work at all.
Hey, good night, Kev.
- Happy birthday, mate.
- See you.
(couple speaks indistinctly)
You ready?
- [Man] Well, see you later, man.
- See you, Kev.
(crowd chattering)
- These wideys, you know.
Good stuff. Good set of rubber.
Early on though, it's not too bad.
Anne, Chris,
Kevin.
What's all the racket?
- It's my birthday.
- Many happy returns.
- [Chris] Happy birthday.
- [Man] What are you drinking?
- Nothing thanks, mate.
I've got to go.
- I've got to go, too.
- Catch you later.
- See you later.
- Oh, well. I might sit here
and have a few more drinks, eh?
(soft jazz music)
- Do you work with those other blokes?
- Yes. It's my second year
with them at the wreckers.
Where do you work?
- At the square.
(engine revving)
♪ Get a job baby ♪
♪ Settle down, build a life ♪
- Fag?
- No thanks.
♪ And I guess I'm not prepared ♪
♪ But I think I'm doing fine ♪
♪ Doing fine ♪
♪ Well I know that I'm doing fine ♪
♪ Yeah I'm young and I'm having a time ♪
♪ Well my dad says think ahead ♪
♪ But I don't hear a word he said ♪
♪ Because I think I'm doing fine ♪
♪ Doing fine ♪
♪ Got no problems ♪
♪ And I got no people ♪
♪ When the music's loud ♪
- You live around here?
- Yeah.
(engine revving)
♪ Yeah, doing fine ♪
♪ Got a car and a telephone ♪
♪ She said hey baby ♪
- What number?
- 17.
♪ We're steppin out tonight ♪
♪ And honey I'll show you right ♪
♪ And I think we're doing fine ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Doin' fine ♪
- Might see you at the Royal
Oak later on tonight, then.
- Maybe. Thanks for the lift.
- See you.
(engine revving)
(gate creaks)
(dog barks)
Come on, they're all clean clothes.
Inside.
- [Steven] Why should we?
- Come on.
You have a bath and get ready for tea.
Come on, Steven.
- [Steven] Ohh Jees I'm coming.
- [Anne] Come on, get in the bathroom.
- Good day, love.
How are you?
- Good. Thanks, Dad.
A bit tired.
- Yeah, I know.
(claps hands) Now go on, you two.
Into the bath.
There's a good boy, come on, son.
- A schoolboy who attempted
to hold up the post office in
the small south coast township
of Hilldale yesterday was found asleep
inside the building this morning.
Joe Wilson is in Hilldale with the story.
- The boy believed to be about 13
walked into this one woman post office
at about closing time yesterday.
- Saw Molly today.
- Oh yeah?
- [Mom] Tells me Cheryl's getting married.
- Cheryl?
- [Mom] Molly's daughter.
- Molly who?
- [Mom] Molly Cruikshank.
Tells me she's marrying one
of Kevin's friends, Bruce.
- Oh.
- Good day.
- [Dad] Good day.
- Hey, Mom.
- [Mom] Good day, love.
- [Kevin] What time is tea?
- About half an hour.
Why? Are you going out?
- [Kevin] Yeah, Bob and I are going
to a party over at Ashfield.
- [Mom] Make sure you don't drink too much
if you've got to drive.
- [Kevin] Yeah, right-o
- [Dad] Have you got your P plates on?
- [Kevin] Yeah.
- [Dad] You'll lose your bloody licence
if they catch you without them, you know.
- [TV] I've looked on a
lot of women with lust.
I've committed adultery
in my heart many times.
Mr. Carter went on to say in the interview
that this is something God recognised.
I've done it and God forgives me for it.
- Don't drink out of the bottle, love.
Other people have got
to drink that, you know.
- Kevin] Sorry.
- And you should keep the P plates on.
Your father is right, you know.
- [Kevin] Yeah, right-o.
- Do you want a beer?
- Yes. Thanks, Dad.
- Ordinary Americans found
Mr. Carter's remarks in
the Playboy interview
offensive and unworthy of a
man aspiring to the presidency.
Mr. Carter, however, is
still ahead of Mr. Ford
in the presidential race
according to latest polls.
- Here you go.
- Ta.
- You can't go out without eating,
if you're going to be drinking.
- You didn't have to do that.
- Don't be bloody silly. Eat it.
- Thanks, Mom.
- Where you going, Kev?
- [Kevin] A party.
- Can I come?
- No.
- We'll be home too late
and I'm going with Bob.
See you all later.
- What time will you be home?
- Pretty late. See you in the morning.
(upbeat groovy music)
(horn honking)
- Good day, mate.
Like a drink?
- Yeah.
- Gary, Anne, Chris.
- Good day.
- Profit's getting greedy, mate.
- Drinks?
- Bourbon and Coke.
- Schooner.
- Gin sling.
- Could I have a double Bourbon and Coke,
ah, gin sling and two Schooners, thanks.
- I'm dry as a bone.
- [Chris] Typical.
- What did you give me?
- I got you a double since
this is the last drink of the night.
(rock music)
(men chattering indistinctly)
- What are you doing after this?
- Going home.
- See you around then.
- See you, matey.
- How are you getting home?
- Get a cab.
- You sure you don't want a lift?
- No.
- See you later anyway huh?.
- See ya'
- Hi, how are you?
- Good day, you had a good night?
- Not bad. Got a bit
boring with that friend
of Brian's though.
- What are you doing now?
- I was going to go home.
- Do you need a lift?
- That'd be lovely. Thanks.
- What do you drink?
- Southern Comfort.
- Okay.
Good day, Dead legs.
How you going, Cheryl?
- Hi, Hi Kev.
- Good day.
- How you going?.
- Good.
(radio transmits indistinctly)
(engine revs)
- [Bob] A bit of a squeeze, isn't it?
- [Officer] Have a look
at that block, will you?
(upbeat rock music)
- [Bob] I'm Bob.
- [Anne] I'm Anne.
- You don't come from around here, do you?
- Yeah. I work at the square.
- I think I've seen you there.
Is there anything else you'd like to hear?
- Oh yeah. What have you got?
- Take a pick out of these.
- How about this?
(tape clicks)
(groovy rock music)
- Would you like something to drink?
- What have you got?
- Here it is.
Here ya'are, mate.
- Ta, mate.
- Thanks.
♪ Now I remember how you told me ♪
♪ That you found somebody new ♪
♪ I know that you needed it ♪
♪ So just do what you want to do ♪
♪ So you're knocking on my door ♪
♪ You know I won't make one sound ♪
♪ No I won't, I got a
feeling pretty soon ♪
- You're getting a bit pissed, Bob.
- No, not me, mate.
♪ I love you, I love you ♪
♪ I love you, darling ♪
- What time do you have to be home, Anne?
- It doesn't matter.
- Good oldies, eh?
(engine revving)
♪ You see the other side ♪
♪ Now I know what you're thinking about ♪
♪ Your foolish ride ♪
(groovy rock music)
- [Anne] Let's get in the back, ay?
- [Bob] Okay.
♪ The sun won't shine
if you throw me away ♪
♪ Now it doesn't matter, but
you won't be back someday ♪
♪ You've been thinking about the way ♪
(door clicks)
♪ And I'll be there by your side ♪
♪ Somebody gave me a cue ♪
♪ I love you ♪
♪ Really really love you ♪
♪ I really really love you ♪
♪ Really really love you ♪
♪ You know I ♪
♪ Really really love you ♪
♪ Clap your hands ♪
♪ Really really love you ♪
♪ Really really love you ♪
♪ I think I'll try an experiment ♪
♪ Want the people to clap their hands ♪
♪ So how about you people here be quiet ♪
(Anne moans)
(engine revs)
- [Anne] Let me off at the corner.
- [Kevin] Okay.
(engine revs)
(cat screeches)
(upbeat jazz music)
♪ Well I continue driving every night ♪
♪ Because I know that those city lights ♪
♪ But my friends say I'm a fool ♪
♪ To spend time with you ♪
♪ And they say that I forget my car ♪
♪ I know it's never
going to get that far ♪
♪ Because I'll drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ Every night and day ♪
♪ It's my right of way ♪
♪ In my FJ, in my FJ Holden ♪
♪ Drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ In my FJ, in my FJ Holden ♪
♪ Drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ And I know, there's places I should be ♪
♪ And I've seen them all ♪
♪ But I know my street
just can't believe ♪
♪ I get out, I get out ♪
♪ Gotta get out, I got to ♪
♪ In my FJ, in my FJ Holden ♪
♪ Drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ In my FJ, in my FJ Holden ♪
♪ Drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ Gotta drive ♪
- What are you doing Wednesday?
- [Anne] Nothing. Why?
- The old lady's been on to
me to bring you home for tea.
I reckon she wants to check you out.
- See if I'm clean enough.
- Hello, Mom.
- How do you do, Anne?
Why didn't you use the front door?
Well, come on through
and out of the kitchen.
- Get off the floor.
- I was watching that.
- Nevermind the bloody TV.
- Dad, this is Anne.
- How do you do, Mr. Evans?
- Pleased to meet you, Anne.
- And this is Jenny.
- [Anne] Hi.
- Good day.
- [Dad] What would you like to drink?
- A soda and lemonade?
- Yeah, that'd be fine. Thanks.
- Excuse me, Anne. I'll check the tea.
- Can I help?
- [Dad] Beer?
- Yes, thanks mate.
- Thanks, Mr. Evans.
- Thanks, dear.
- Ta.
- Cheers.
- Yeah, cheers.
- Jesus, you're doing
all right for yourself.
- [Mom] John, would you
like to open the wine?
- Your health.
- And yours too.
- It's really nice, Mrs. Evans.
- [Mom] That's good dear.
- Kevin tells me you
work at the square, Anne.
- Yeah, that's right.
- [Kevin] Her boss is a real bitch.
- Watch your tongue.
- I've seen that one.
She's a dreadful sour faced so-and-so.
- She just makes it really
hard to enjoy the job.
It's better than going to school.
- Eat it.
- Careful you don't choke, Jenny.
- Very funny.
- See you this afternoon.
- Come to tea.
- Let's go out.
(engine revs)
- Steven and David, get
outside and play. Go on.
Go on, get outside.
(dog barks)
(door slams)
- Good day.
- Good day.
- Hello, love.
What's for tea?
- Chops.
- Oh, lovely.
Want a beer, Kevin?
- [Kevin] Yes, thank you, sir.
- Inside you two, it's time for your bath.
- [TV] 30, 40.
- Car is looking good, Kevin.
- Yeah. It's coming well.
Be nice when it's finished.
- [TV] Game, Australia.
(mellow guitar music)
(boys giggle)
- Don't do that.
- Kevin does it.
(mellow guitar music)
- I'm ready.
We're off now, Dad.
- Why are you going?
- Because I am.
- Where are you thinking of going?
- We'll try seats at Mille Para.
- Have a good night, love.
- What are you going to have?
- I don't know.
- What do you feel like?
- Steak, I suppose.
- Why don't you try something else?
- What?
- Well, have something
you haven't had before.
- I haven't had any of this before.
- Would you care for an aperitif, sir?
- Yes.
- Which aperitif would you prefer, sir?
- What do you reckon?
- Might I suggest a gin sling for the lady
and perhaps a dry martini for you, sir?
- Right. Thanks.
(gentle classical music)
- [Anne] Thank you.
- Would you care to order now, sir?
- The prawn cocktail and rack of lamb
with French side salad, please.
- Twice.
What a geek.
(Anne giggles)
(upbeat jazz music)
Four dollars worth, mate.
(engine revs)
(horn honks)
(tyres screeching)
(engine revving)
(tyres screeching)
(engine revving)
(man whistles)
(men chattering)
(tyres screeching)
- Want to rubber?
- What do you got?
- Triples, head cam. Bit of a ball.
- Fair enough
- What's the bet?
- What do you got?
- 10 bucks.
- You're on.
- Sure.
(engines revving)
(tyres screeching)
(giggles)
(tyres screeching)
- Is he always that fast?
- I reckon you're better off
pulling your prick, Brian.
It'd be a lot healthier for you.
- What do you mean?
- [Bob] Another day, another dollar, mate.
- Do you want to go?
- You want to do more money?
Boof head wants to do more dough.
- Okay.
- [Man] Ready to go?
- Whenever you are, mate.
- To the railway bridge?
- Fine with me.
(engine revving)
- I'll suck you up the exhaust pipe.
- With that shit box? You must be joking.
(tyres screeching)
(tyres screeching)
(exciting groovy music)
(horn honking)
(engines revving)
- [Bob] This is cocked.
(engine revving)
(exciting groovy music)
(girl screams)
- [Man] That's the dead shit. Shit.
Fuck, the cops. That's all we need.
- [Girl] If the cops
catch me again, I'm gone.
And you'll go too, because I'm underage.
- [Girl] My old man
catches me, he'll kill me.
- [Man] It doesn't look too bad, mate.
- [Driver] Sure. Here.
(man speaks indistinctly)
- Terrific.
What happens when I get
home covered in this shit?
(water sloshes)
- [Man] How we going to get out?
(exciting groovy music)
(horn honks)
(police siren blares)
(engines revving)
(tyres screeching)
(man hollers)
- It's all right, love.
We'll just be a bit late home.
- Morning, Cheryl. How's your mother?
You seen her lately?
Bit early in the morning
for you, isn't it, Bruce?
I hear you're getting married.
Got your licence there, Bruce?
(bubbles gurgle)
(men chattering)
(crowd groans)
(bubbles gurgle)
- Licence?
- Yes, sir.
(crowd jeers)
- Your name, young lady.
- Anne Sullivan.
- How old are you?
- 18.
- Surprising.
Do your parents know where you are?
- Of course.
- What's your address?
- 17 Strickland Street, Panadium.
- That muffler's a bit
older and louder than legal.
(whimsical music)
(solemn music)
(lawnmower rattles)
- [Kevin] Jesus.
Oh, shit a brick.
Good day, mom.
- What time did you get home?
- Pretty late. I didn't
know what time it was.
- I heard the milkman at 5:00.
You weren't in then.
- Huh?
- You shouldn't stay out so late.
- [Kevin] Yeah, I know.
- You've got another party
tonight, haven't you?
- Yeah.
- Try and get home earlier,
keep regular hours.
- Yeah, all right.
- Better go to work on
Monday. You need the rest.
- That's what I'm doing.
- Good day, Mrs. Evans. How you doing?
- [Mom] Good day love, good thanks.
- Try to work on the car today, mate?
- No mate.
- [Mom] You got any more dirty clothes?
- No, just what's in the clothes basket.
- Have you had breakfast yet, Bob?
- Yes. Thanks, Mrs. Evans.
- [Dad] Good day, Bob.
- Good day, Mr. Evans.
- [Dad] What happened to the car?
- What do you mean?
- The bloody defect notice.
There's nothing wrong
with the car, is there?
- No.
- What were you doing to get
that bloody thing then, eh?
- We got caught over at Brickie's.
- Jesus. You'll never learn.
What are you doing for lunch?
- Nothing.
- Do you want to come to
the club for a smorgasbord?
- Okay. We'll be back.
Do you want anything in Bankstown?
- Don't think so.
- [Kevin] See you later, then.
- See you later.
(engine revving)
(marching band music)
(engine revving)
(mellow jazz music)
(Bob whistles)
(horn honks)
- [Man] Hi there, girls.
- [Driver] Hop in sweetheart,
I think I love you.
- [Man] And the information
is available right now.
In the furnishings department.
If you're thinking goods, think value.
Think David Jones.
(mellow jazz music)
- Smart ass.
- Who's the geek?
- [Kevin] Let's go, mate.
- [Bob] Yeah, let's go.
(man speaks on announcer)
- [Man] Have a look at the history
of the English speaking peoples.
A series of volumes written
by Sir Winston Churchill,
the books are beautifully
written and illustrated
and each volume sells for just $1.95.
- Good day, Frank.
- Good day, Kevin.
This is my wife.
- How do you do, Mrs. Mason?
- Kevin.
- [Frank] My daughter Carol.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Like you to meet a good mate of mine, Bob.
- Good day, Bob.
- Good day, mate.
- We better get going
to finish the shopping.
I'll see you Monday, all right?
- Yeah.
- Nice to meet you, Mrs. Mason, Carol.
- Bye.
- [Woman] Attention please, shoppers.
We have a little lost boy in the office.
His name is David, he's three years old
wearing a yellow tee
shirt and blue shorts.
Would his mother please come
down to the management office.
We are located down the stairs
outside the supermarket.
(groovy jazz music)
(girls giggle)
- Last week, Alan and the
guy from the Y was here
and he had coffee with us.
- Who?
- The instructor from the Y at Risbee.
He's beautiful.
- I like the one on the right.
(girls giggle)
- Plenty of spunky chicks about, eh?
- Bit young though, mate.
- This area is for patrons only.
- [Kevin] Beg your pardon?
- These tables are for patrons only.
- What do you mean?
- It's for customers.
- Oh.
- Two donuts, please.
Thank you.
Here we are, Kevin.
- Thank you, Robert.
(loud rock music)
- Slow down.
You're not down on the drag strip now.
♪ Look at my winning hand ♪
♪ I just want to play ♪
(engine revving)
(slot machines click)
Jesus, haven't you eaten for a week?
- [Kevin] You said to take what you want.
- There's no need to
make a pig of yourself.
You can go back, you know.
- That's right, mate.
- Look at that bastard down there.
They're not playing holes
and they come here and stuff themselves.
That'd be his third.
(slot machine clicks)
Make a name for yourself.
- Okay.
(coins clink)
- Good boy.
- Jesus. Sorry.
- That's all right, love.
Helps them along sometimes.
- How's it going, Stan?
- 12 fucking dollars and not a drop.
Suppose I'll have to go
and cash the old check.
(engine revving)
(dog barking)
(knocking at door)
- Good day.
- Hi, how are you?
- Good day.
- Hi, Bob.
- We're a bit pissed
we went down to cover
the old man for lunch.
- How was it?
- Terrific. Where's your old man?
- Taking the boys to cricket.
- [Bob] Do you mind if I watch TV?
- No, put it on.
- What's the matter?
What's the matter?
(slap thwacks)
- Piss off and grow up!
Just get out.
- I'm sorry.
- It's always what you want, isn't it?
- But-
- Oh, just get out!
- What about the party?
- Take your shadow. He
always goes where you do.
(door shuts)
(engine revving)
- Thanks, mate.
(engine revving)
(loud rock music)
- Great party, Mr. Willis.
- Thank you.
(girls chattering)
(bottles clinking)
Who invited him, mother?
- [Mother] He's not a
friend of our Wendy's.
- He says everything he says all the time.
Just listens to everything he says.
I think we were alone once,
in all the time I was going out with him.
- Ohh, that's a bit slack
(friends chattering indistinctly)
It's ridiculous the way they carry on.
- Typical kids.
- They'll probably turn
up here tonight, too.
- They're all the bloody same.
- That's another thing
that really annoys me.
When they came to my place,
they were just pissed.
So pissed, nobody would believe it.
(friends chattering indistinctly)
ah I don't know what to do.
I'm not going to crawl back to him.
- This is Tang, all right?
Bought all these lottery tickets,
He's got em' all over his walls.
- Do you want a drink?
- Christ, Yeah.
But don't waste time with that punch.
- Hang on a minute.
(friends chattering indistinctly)
No worries.
- This guy in the FJ behind me be going...
(girls giggling)
(friends chattering indistinctly)
(water splashes)
- Would you like to try some?
- No, thank you.
- It's really good.
- No, I tasted it when I
was making this, you know.
And I'm not really a big drinker.
- Ah, go on.
- No, thank you.
Look, I must go inside now.
Wendy's mother needs
some help in the kitchen.
Excuse me.
- [Woman] Really nice party, Mr. Willis.
(friends chattering indistinctly)
(water splashes)
(engine revving)
(groovy electronic music)
- [Bob] Look Anne, I'm really
sorry about this afternoon.
- Yeah, I know. You both always sorry.
But it doesn't stop you
- But I wanted to-
- Look, I don't want to talk about it now.
- [Kevin] Seen Anne?
- Yeah, she's here, mate.
What's up?
- Nothing much.
(groovy bass music)
(guests chattering indistinctly)
I want to talk to you.
- Not tonight.
Call me when you're sober.
- [Kevin] I want to talk to you now.
- No. Go home and go to bed.
- [Kevin] Be fucked if I'll go.
- You're unfair, Kevin.
- Leave her alone.
- Mind your own fucking business.
- Oh Fair go
- [Woman] Why don't you just piss off?
- I'm sure John will take care of that.
- [Kevin] I want to talk to you now.
- [Anne] No.
- [Man] Listen, Why don't you leave?
- [Kevin] Mind your own fucking business.
- You better go home.
- Bullshit. I'm not going
until I fucking talk to her.
- [John] I think you'd better go now.
- Who says so?
- If you're not out of here in one minute,
I'm calling the police.
- Listen. It's all right.
We'll take him home.
- Bullshit.
- [Bruce] Hang about, Kev.
- [Girl] Please, Kev.
- Listen mate, why don't you forget it?
(groovy rock music)
- Give us the car keys, mate.
Come on, mate.
- I'm not going.
- This is fucking stupid.
Don't let the silly goose drive.
- Come on mate let's get going.
- Want a beer?
- Yeah.
(Bob burps)
- What the hell is he doing?
(knocks at door)
- Now, look. I've called the police.
Maybe they can get you off my property.
(glass shatters)
- [Woman] Oh my goodness.
- [Bob] What a rabbit.
Come on mate, the old
codger called the cops.
Let me drive.
- Be fucked, I'll drive.
(engine revving)
(horn honking)
(police siren blares)
(engine revving)
(tyres sc reeching)
- We lost them, mate.
- Hey, what are you doing there?
- [Bob] Nothing, you geek.
(horn honking)
(engine revving)
- I'm really sorry.
- Cheer up.
Wish it hadn't happened.
- You'll get over it.
- What about Kevin?
- Oh, fuck him.
- See you later.
- See you round.
- Here's to sexy women.
(bottles clink)
Not that there's many of them, eh?
What do you think?
- She shits me.
- Why does she shit you?
- Because she slapped me.
- (laughs) She slapped you.
Why did she slap you?
- She can't even buck in here, mate.
- (laughs) You got me laughing, mate.
She can't buck. Why can't she buck?
- You got me in the bloody shit anyhow.
- No, I didn't. Why did I?
- Perverted bastard.
- (laughs) Settle.
(burps) That was good.
What do you reckon?
- I bet you I can lob one
right in the belly, mate.
Right in the middle of that building
just near that shithouse.
- You're kidding.
(bottle shatters)
You missed, mate. I can beat you.
(bottle clinks)
I beat you.
- Beat me ass? Didn't even smash.
- Give me that bottle.
You can't find a bottle opener.
- Give it.
- No, that one.
Give me that bottle
opener. I got this one.
Here. Look at that.
It's busted off.
I still reckon I beat you.
- I just proved it, mate.
- I beat you.
- You can't even get a bloody woman.
- Bullshit.
- You have to perv on my bloody sheilas.
- (laughs) I had her
before you had her, mate.
- Should have kept her.
- Stiff cheddar.
What's the use of wasting
of grog over a woman anyway?
- Grog?
- Yeah.
- Reckon they're sorry as fuck.
- Don't bullshit to me.
She probably come across for any guy.
- That's all right. I just
don't want to talk really
because I'm a bit upset.
- A bit upset? You look
a bit pissed, mate.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
But everything you do, I do, eh?
We're best mates.
What do you reckon? Huh?
- After tonight, I don't know.
After what happened
before, I just don't know.
- What you blame it on me?
You can't blame it on me, mate.
You did a bit of a
mistake too, didn't you?
Didn't you? Didn't you?
- A bloke can't even have bit nowadays.
- Oh. If I went and had
a bit, you'd watch too,
wouldn't you? Wouldn't you?
- No Mate.
- Don't lie to me.
- I'd be sick.
- Don't lie to me, Kevin.
You're telling lies now.
Every time I get a bit,
you get a bit, don't you?
- Anne, I guess, loves me.
- You went slops with her, didn't you?
(bottle clinks)
That's just a corner. I beat you.
(bottle shatters)
- Jees I tell you what, mate.
We're getting low on bottles.
Hey, we're still mates, aren't we?
You might have lost a bitch,
but we're still mates, what do you reckon?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- There's plenty of girls
on the street, mate.
Don't you think so?
- But other people went off the strip.
- Yeah. But what?
- I get the ones I want.
I like them, I like her.
- You like her, do you?
She wasn't that big but I
like them plump. Don't you?
Yes or no?
- It'll take me a month
to recover, for sure.
- Mate, you can get
another chick anywhere.
You're a good looking guy, I'm not.
- Forget it.
- Oh, forget it.
(bottle clinks)
Do you want another one?
- No.
- You don't want another one.
- I'm done, that's it.
- There's only one left, mate.
- No.
I've had enough, I've had enough.
- All right, I'll finish mine.
- I'm a bit crook.
- We going, are we?
- [Kevin] Yeah. Come on.
(hopeful piano music)
Hey, get out.
- [Dad] You've done it this time, Kevin.
Look at the state you've
got your mother in.
What happened, son?
(upbeat jazz music)
♪ Oh, in, oh, in ♪
♪ Oh, in my FJ ♪
♪ Well I continue driving every night ♪
♪ Because I know you
like those city lights ♪
♪ But my friends say I'm a fool ♪
♪ To spend time with you ♪
♪ And they say that I forget my car ♪
♪ I know it's never
going to get that far ♪
♪ Because I drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ Every night and day ♪
♪ It's my right of way ♪
♪ In my FJ, in my FJ Holden ♪
♪ Drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ In my FJ, in my FJ Holden ♪
♪ Drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ Drive ♪
♪ I've been on the side before ♪
♪ But I see nobody anymore ♪
♪ Because I lead the field at night ♪
♪ Come and watch my wheels at night ♪
♪ And I know just what the chances are ♪
♪ You got to lose a girl to keep a car ♪
♪ So I drive, drive, drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ In my FJ, in my FJ Holden ♪
♪ Drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ In my FJ ♪
♪ But I don't see nobody anymore ♪
♪ Because I leave the wheel at night ♪
♪ Come and watch my wheels at night ♪
♪ And I know just what the chances are ♪
(engine rattles)
♪ You got to lose a girl to keep a car ♪
♪ So I drive, drive, drive,
drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ Yeah in my FJ, in my FJ Holden ♪
♪ Drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ In my FJ, in my FJ Holden ♪
♪ Drive, drive, drive ♪
(flame hissing)
(metal clinking)
- Okay, drive.
(car engine revving)
♪ In my FJ, in my FJ Holden ♪
♪ Drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ Gotta drive, gotta drive ♪
♪ In my FJ ♪
(car engine revving)
- [Woman] Come on.
Come on.
- My hands are full.
- [Woman] Oh hurry up and get them off.
(lips smacking)
- [Man] Do you need a hand, mate?
- Not unless you want
to get behind and push.
(door slams)
Piss off!
(frogs croaking)
- [Man] Two more beers, mate?
(upbeat jazz music)
- Geez, you get a look at that.
- Oh yeah. What's the
name of that girl again?
- Where are they?
- Number 57 bus stop.
- Yeah?
- [Bob] Yeah.
- Right.
(car engine revving)
(upbeat jazz music)
Where are they?
- They're gone, man.
(tyres screeching)
(horns blaring)
(man shouting)
- Mama mia.
- Get the gear, mate.
(horn blaring)
(tyres screeching)
(car engine revving)
(horn honking)
(car engine revving)
(car engine revving)
(radar signal blares)
(tyres screeching)
- Yeah, I understand.
But these two guys here,
that's the one that should be
booking in the first place.
Not me.
- Good afternoon, gentlemen.
Did you force that driver off the road?
- Never seen him before in my life.
- What speed were you travelling at?
- About 60 kilometres an hour.
What do you reckon, Bob?
- We certainly weren't going any faster.
- That driver maintains you
were travelling a lot faster.
- Not us, sarge.
Otherwise you would've
spotted us on the radar.
- You got a licence, there?
Good.
All right, Kevin.
How long have you had the car?
- About two months.
- Well, another stunt like that today
and you won't have your
licence or your car.
All right, off you go.
Consider yourself lucky this time.
(car engine starts)
- You were exceeding the speed limit, sir.
- Yeah, I know I was.
- On the radar.
- But you don't believe
me, because they're not
there from the road and that's not fair
because those people get away
and I'm here getting booked.
- [Officer] Sir, I'm only doing my job.
- Should have booked them.
- If you write a letter
into the commissioner, sir,
I'm sure you'll give you-
- But this is not good.
- How'd you get out of school?
- I wrote the teacher a note.
- Hope that old bag
lets Anne out for lunch.
- There she is.
- That bitch has been on my back again.
Wouldn't matter what I did.
She'd still find something wrong.
(man speaking on announcer)
(soft instrumental music)
(food sizzles)
(soft whimsical music)
(man speaking indistinctly on announcer)
- Who was the guy in the
chocolate panel there?
- A guy I was going out with.
- What's he like?
- What do you mean?
- Geez, he looked nice.
- He's got the biggest dick in Bankstown.
- How do you know?
- We danced at the park
picnic and he pulled it out.
- What did you do?
- I pulled him off.
He'd taken me down there
for the weekend, hadn't he?
(car engine revving)
(horn honking)
- [Bruce] Good day.
- [Cheryl] Hi.
- [Bruce] What you doing for lunch?
- Going shopping.
- How would you like the afternoon off?
- Not today, I gotta go, see you later.
- Care to ride tonight?
- Dunno.
(horn honking)
(engine revving)
- I'd be more careful who I
was seen with at lunchtime,
if I was you.
Or at least take off my uniform
when I was outside the store.
- What do you mean?
- I wouldn't like my
daughter to be seen talking
to those sorts of boys.
- Oh, is there enough left for you?
- I don't think it's any
of your business, Mrs. Peg.
- It is, when you're part of this staff.
- I wasn't hired by you.
- No, and your type wouldn't be.
- what do you mean?
- Ask your mother, if you can find her.
- She's probably at your place
doing a job on your old man.
Don't let it get you down, love.
- She needs to get off my back.
- [Girl] Whew!
(groovy music)
(groovy music)
(car engine revving)
(tool clinking)
- How is it going, Kev?
- Okay, thanks Norm.
- You're taking your time, aren't you?
- What do you mean?
- Oh, we thought you could
do it a bit of a hurry up.
- We got a little surprise for you, mate.
- Put me down!
(men chattering)
Fuck off, you poofters!
(water hose clatters)
- Let's give him a shower, eh?
(men chattering)
- You bastards, you bastards!
(men laughing)
- See you down at the pub, right?
- See you later.
(men chattering)
- What do you want?
- [Man] Aw, come on. We'll go for a beer.
- Yeah, all right.
Hang on a minute, I
can't get this shit off.
(man whistles)
- Hey, why don't you go and ask them over?
You could handle two
of them, couldn't you?
- What you don't use,
we'll look after for you.
Yeah, go on, see if they need a lift home.
Come on, mate.
- Yeah, go and ask them
over ya mug. Go on.
- What are you drinking?
- Nothing. Thanks.
- Come on.
- [Norm] How's your car going?
- Good, real good.
- [Man] Yeah, heel marks on the roof line.
- Happy birthday, Kev.
I'm on a promise, if I get home early.
- He wouldn't have came to work at all.
Hey, good night, Kev.
- Happy birthday, mate.
- See you.
(couple speaks indistinctly)
You ready?
- [Man] Well, see you later, man.
- See you, Kev.
(crowd chattering)
- These wideys, you know.
Good stuff. Good set of rubber.
Early on though, it's not too bad.
Anne, Chris,
Kevin.
What's all the racket?
- It's my birthday.
- Many happy returns.
- [Chris] Happy birthday.
- [Man] What are you drinking?
- Nothing thanks, mate.
I've got to go.
- I've got to go, too.
- Catch you later.
- See you later.
- Oh, well. I might sit here
and have a few more drinks, eh?
(soft jazz music)
- Do you work with those other blokes?
- Yes. It's my second year
with them at the wreckers.
Where do you work?
- At the square.
(engine revving)
♪ Get a job baby ♪
♪ Settle down, build a life ♪
- Fag?
- No thanks.
♪ And I guess I'm not prepared ♪
♪ But I think I'm doing fine ♪
♪ Doing fine ♪
♪ Well I know that I'm doing fine ♪
♪ Yeah I'm young and I'm having a time ♪
♪ Well my dad says think ahead ♪
♪ But I don't hear a word he said ♪
♪ Because I think I'm doing fine ♪
♪ Doing fine ♪
♪ Got no problems ♪
♪ And I got no people ♪
♪ When the music's loud ♪
- You live around here?
- Yeah.
(engine revving)
♪ Yeah, doing fine ♪
♪ Got a car and a telephone ♪
♪ She said hey baby ♪
- What number?
- 17.
♪ We're steppin out tonight ♪
♪ And honey I'll show you right ♪
♪ And I think we're doing fine ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Doin' fine ♪
- Might see you at the Royal
Oak later on tonight, then.
- Maybe. Thanks for the lift.
- See you.
(engine revving)
(gate creaks)
(dog barks)
Come on, they're all clean clothes.
Inside.
- [Steven] Why should we?
- Come on.
You have a bath and get ready for tea.
Come on, Steven.
- [Steven] Ohh Jees I'm coming.
- [Anne] Come on, get in the bathroom.
- Good day, love.
How are you?
- Good. Thanks, Dad.
A bit tired.
- Yeah, I know.
(claps hands) Now go on, you two.
Into the bath.
There's a good boy, come on, son.
- A schoolboy who attempted
to hold up the post office in
the small south coast township
of Hilldale yesterday was found asleep
inside the building this morning.
Joe Wilson is in Hilldale with the story.
- The boy believed to be about 13
walked into this one woman post office
at about closing time yesterday.
- Saw Molly today.
- Oh yeah?
- [Mom] Tells me Cheryl's getting married.
- Cheryl?
- [Mom] Molly's daughter.
- Molly who?
- [Mom] Molly Cruikshank.
Tells me she's marrying one
of Kevin's friends, Bruce.
- Oh.
- Good day.
- [Dad] Good day.
- Hey, Mom.
- [Mom] Good day, love.
- [Kevin] What time is tea?
- About half an hour.
Why? Are you going out?
- [Kevin] Yeah, Bob and I are going
to a party over at Ashfield.
- [Mom] Make sure you don't drink too much
if you've got to drive.
- [Kevin] Yeah, right-o
- [Dad] Have you got your P plates on?
- [Kevin] Yeah.
- [Dad] You'll lose your bloody licence
if they catch you without them, you know.
- [TV] I've looked on a
lot of women with lust.
I've committed adultery
in my heart many times.
Mr. Carter went on to say in the interview
that this is something God recognised.
I've done it and God forgives me for it.
- Don't drink out of the bottle, love.
Other people have got
to drink that, you know.
- Kevin] Sorry.
- And you should keep the P plates on.
Your father is right, you know.
- [Kevin] Yeah, right-o.
- Do you want a beer?
- Yes. Thanks, Dad.
- Ordinary Americans found
Mr. Carter's remarks in
the Playboy interview
offensive and unworthy of a
man aspiring to the presidency.
Mr. Carter, however, is
still ahead of Mr. Ford
in the presidential race
according to latest polls.
- Here you go.
- Ta.
- You can't go out without eating,
if you're going to be drinking.
- You didn't have to do that.
- Don't be bloody silly. Eat it.
- Thanks, Mom.
- Where you going, Kev?
- [Kevin] A party.
- Can I come?
- No.
- We'll be home too late
and I'm going with Bob.
See you all later.
- What time will you be home?
- Pretty late. See you in the morning.
(upbeat groovy music)
(horn honking)
- Good day, mate.
Like a drink?
- Yeah.
- Gary, Anne, Chris.
- Good day.
- Profit's getting greedy, mate.
- Drinks?
- Bourbon and Coke.
- Schooner.
- Gin sling.
- Could I have a double Bourbon and Coke,
ah, gin sling and two Schooners, thanks.
- I'm dry as a bone.
- [Chris] Typical.
- What did you give me?
- I got you a double since
this is the last drink of the night.
(rock music)
(men chattering indistinctly)
- What are you doing after this?
- Going home.
- See you around then.
- See you, matey.
- How are you getting home?
- Get a cab.
- You sure you don't want a lift?
- No.
- See you later anyway huh?.
- See ya'
- Hi, how are you?
- Good day, you had a good night?
- Not bad. Got a bit
boring with that friend
of Brian's though.
- What are you doing now?
- I was going to go home.
- Do you need a lift?
- That'd be lovely. Thanks.
- What do you drink?
- Southern Comfort.
- Okay.
Good day, Dead legs.
How you going, Cheryl?
- Hi, Hi Kev.
- Good day.
- How you going?.
- Good.
(radio transmits indistinctly)
(engine revs)
- [Bob] A bit of a squeeze, isn't it?
- [Officer] Have a look
at that block, will you?
(upbeat rock music)
- [Bob] I'm Bob.
- [Anne] I'm Anne.
- You don't come from around here, do you?
- Yeah. I work at the square.
- I think I've seen you there.
Is there anything else you'd like to hear?
- Oh yeah. What have you got?
- Take a pick out of these.
- How about this?
(tape clicks)
(groovy rock music)
- Would you like something to drink?
- What have you got?
- Here it is.
Here ya'are, mate.
- Ta, mate.
- Thanks.
♪ Now I remember how you told me ♪
♪ That you found somebody new ♪
♪ I know that you needed it ♪
♪ So just do what you want to do ♪
♪ So you're knocking on my door ♪
♪ You know I won't make one sound ♪
♪ No I won't, I got a
feeling pretty soon ♪
- You're getting a bit pissed, Bob.
- No, not me, mate.
♪ I love you, I love you ♪
♪ I love you, darling ♪
- What time do you have to be home, Anne?
- It doesn't matter.
- Good oldies, eh?
(engine revving)
♪ You see the other side ♪
♪ Now I know what you're thinking about ♪
♪ Your foolish ride ♪
(groovy rock music)
- [Anne] Let's get in the back, ay?
- [Bob] Okay.
♪ The sun won't shine
if you throw me away ♪
♪ Now it doesn't matter, but
you won't be back someday ♪
♪ You've been thinking about the way ♪
(door clicks)
♪ And I'll be there by your side ♪
♪ Somebody gave me a cue ♪
♪ I love you ♪
♪ Really really love you ♪
♪ I really really love you ♪
♪ Really really love you ♪
♪ You know I ♪
♪ Really really love you ♪
♪ Clap your hands ♪
♪ Really really love you ♪
♪ Really really love you ♪
♪ I think I'll try an experiment ♪
♪ Want the people to clap their hands ♪
♪ So how about you people here be quiet ♪
(Anne moans)
(engine revs)
- [Anne] Let me off at the corner.
- [Kevin] Okay.
(engine revs)
(cat screeches)
(upbeat jazz music)
♪ Well I continue driving every night ♪
♪ Because I know that those city lights ♪
♪ But my friends say I'm a fool ♪
♪ To spend time with you ♪
♪ And they say that I forget my car ♪
♪ I know it's never
going to get that far ♪
♪ Because I'll drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ Every night and day ♪
♪ It's my right of way ♪
♪ In my FJ, in my FJ Holden ♪
♪ Drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ In my FJ, in my FJ Holden ♪
♪ Drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ And I know, there's places I should be ♪
♪ And I've seen them all ♪
♪ But I know my street
just can't believe ♪
♪ I get out, I get out ♪
♪ Gotta get out, I got to ♪
♪ In my FJ, in my FJ Holden ♪
♪ Drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ In my FJ, in my FJ Holden ♪
♪ Drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ Gotta drive ♪
- What are you doing Wednesday?
- [Anne] Nothing. Why?
- The old lady's been on to
me to bring you home for tea.
I reckon she wants to check you out.
- See if I'm clean enough.
- Hello, Mom.
- How do you do, Anne?
Why didn't you use the front door?
Well, come on through
and out of the kitchen.
- Get off the floor.
- I was watching that.
- Nevermind the bloody TV.
- Dad, this is Anne.
- How do you do, Mr. Evans?
- Pleased to meet you, Anne.
- And this is Jenny.
- [Anne] Hi.
- Good day.
- [Dad] What would you like to drink?
- A soda and lemonade?
- Yeah, that'd be fine. Thanks.
- Excuse me, Anne. I'll check the tea.
- Can I help?
- [Dad] Beer?
- Yes, thanks mate.
- Thanks, Mr. Evans.
- Thanks, dear.
- Ta.
- Cheers.
- Yeah, cheers.
- Jesus, you're doing
all right for yourself.
- [Mom] John, would you
like to open the wine?
- Your health.
- And yours too.
- It's really nice, Mrs. Evans.
- [Mom] That's good dear.
- Kevin tells me you
work at the square, Anne.
- Yeah, that's right.
- [Kevin] Her boss is a real bitch.
- Watch your tongue.
- I've seen that one.
She's a dreadful sour faced so-and-so.
- She just makes it really
hard to enjoy the job.
It's better than going to school.
- Eat it.
- Careful you don't choke, Jenny.
- Very funny.
- See you this afternoon.
- Come to tea.
- Let's go out.
(engine revs)
- Steven and David, get
outside and play. Go on.
Go on, get outside.
(dog barks)
(door slams)
- Good day.
- Good day.
- Hello, love.
What's for tea?
- Chops.
- Oh, lovely.
Want a beer, Kevin?
- [Kevin] Yes, thank you, sir.
- Inside you two, it's time for your bath.
- [TV] 30, 40.
- Car is looking good, Kevin.
- Yeah. It's coming well.
Be nice when it's finished.
- [TV] Game, Australia.
(mellow guitar music)
(boys giggle)
- Don't do that.
- Kevin does it.
(mellow guitar music)
- I'm ready.
We're off now, Dad.
- Why are you going?
- Because I am.
- Where are you thinking of going?
- We'll try seats at Mille Para.
- Have a good night, love.
- What are you going to have?
- I don't know.
- What do you feel like?
- Steak, I suppose.
- Why don't you try something else?
- What?
- Well, have something
you haven't had before.
- I haven't had any of this before.
- Would you care for an aperitif, sir?
- Yes.
- Which aperitif would you prefer, sir?
- What do you reckon?
- Might I suggest a gin sling for the lady
and perhaps a dry martini for you, sir?
- Right. Thanks.
(gentle classical music)
- [Anne] Thank you.
- Would you care to order now, sir?
- The prawn cocktail and rack of lamb
with French side salad, please.
- Twice.
What a geek.
(Anne giggles)
(upbeat jazz music)
Four dollars worth, mate.
(engine revs)
(horn honks)
(tyres screeching)
(engine revving)
(tyres screeching)
(engine revving)
(man whistles)
(men chattering)
(tyres screeching)
- Want to rubber?
- What do you got?
- Triples, head cam. Bit of a ball.
- Fair enough
- What's the bet?
- What do you got?
- 10 bucks.
- You're on.
- Sure.
(engines revving)
(tyres screeching)
(giggles)
(tyres screeching)
- Is he always that fast?
- I reckon you're better off
pulling your prick, Brian.
It'd be a lot healthier for you.
- What do you mean?
- [Bob] Another day, another dollar, mate.
- Do you want to go?
- You want to do more money?
Boof head wants to do more dough.
- Okay.
- [Man] Ready to go?
- Whenever you are, mate.
- To the railway bridge?
- Fine with me.
(engine revving)
- I'll suck you up the exhaust pipe.
- With that shit box? You must be joking.
(tyres screeching)
(tyres screeching)
(exciting groovy music)
(horn honking)
(engines revving)
- [Bob] This is cocked.
(engine revving)
(exciting groovy music)
(girl screams)
- [Man] That's the dead shit. Shit.
Fuck, the cops. That's all we need.
- [Girl] If the cops
catch me again, I'm gone.
And you'll go too, because I'm underage.
- [Girl] My old man
catches me, he'll kill me.
- [Man] It doesn't look too bad, mate.
- [Driver] Sure. Here.
(man speaks indistinctly)
- Terrific.
What happens when I get
home covered in this shit?
(water sloshes)
- [Man] How we going to get out?
(exciting groovy music)
(horn honks)
(police siren blares)
(engines revving)
(tyres screeching)
(man hollers)
- It's all right, love.
We'll just be a bit late home.
- Morning, Cheryl. How's your mother?
You seen her lately?
Bit early in the morning
for you, isn't it, Bruce?
I hear you're getting married.
Got your licence there, Bruce?
(bubbles gurgle)
(men chattering)
(crowd groans)
(bubbles gurgle)
- Licence?
- Yes, sir.
(crowd jeers)
- Your name, young lady.
- Anne Sullivan.
- How old are you?
- 18.
- Surprising.
Do your parents know where you are?
- Of course.
- What's your address?
- 17 Strickland Street, Panadium.
- That muffler's a bit
older and louder than legal.
(whimsical music)
(solemn music)
(lawnmower rattles)
- [Kevin] Jesus.
Oh, shit a brick.
Good day, mom.
- What time did you get home?
- Pretty late. I didn't
know what time it was.
- I heard the milkman at 5:00.
You weren't in then.
- Huh?
- You shouldn't stay out so late.
- [Kevin] Yeah, I know.
- You've got another party
tonight, haven't you?
- Yeah.
- Try and get home earlier,
keep regular hours.
- Yeah, all right.
- Better go to work on
Monday. You need the rest.
- That's what I'm doing.
- Good day, Mrs. Evans. How you doing?
- [Mom] Good day love, good thanks.
- Try to work on the car today, mate?
- No mate.
- [Mom] You got any more dirty clothes?
- No, just what's in the clothes basket.
- Have you had breakfast yet, Bob?
- Yes. Thanks, Mrs. Evans.
- [Dad] Good day, Bob.
- Good day, Mr. Evans.
- [Dad] What happened to the car?
- What do you mean?
- The bloody defect notice.
There's nothing wrong
with the car, is there?
- No.
- What were you doing to get
that bloody thing then, eh?
- We got caught over at Brickie's.
- Jesus. You'll never learn.
What are you doing for lunch?
- Nothing.
- Do you want to come to
the club for a smorgasbord?
- Okay. We'll be back.
Do you want anything in Bankstown?
- Don't think so.
- [Kevin] See you later, then.
- See you later.
(engine revving)
(marching band music)
(engine revving)
(mellow jazz music)
(Bob whistles)
(horn honks)
- [Man] Hi there, girls.
- [Driver] Hop in sweetheart,
I think I love you.
- [Man] And the information
is available right now.
In the furnishings department.
If you're thinking goods, think value.
Think David Jones.
(mellow jazz music)
- Smart ass.
- Who's the geek?
- [Kevin] Let's go, mate.
- [Bob] Yeah, let's go.
(man speaks on announcer)
- [Man] Have a look at the history
of the English speaking peoples.
A series of volumes written
by Sir Winston Churchill,
the books are beautifully
written and illustrated
and each volume sells for just $1.95.
- Good day, Frank.
- Good day, Kevin.
This is my wife.
- How do you do, Mrs. Mason?
- Kevin.
- [Frank] My daughter Carol.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Like you to meet a good mate of mine, Bob.
- Good day, Bob.
- Good day, mate.
- We better get going
to finish the shopping.
I'll see you Monday, all right?
- Yeah.
- Nice to meet you, Mrs. Mason, Carol.
- Bye.
- [Woman] Attention please, shoppers.
We have a little lost boy in the office.
His name is David, he's three years old
wearing a yellow tee
shirt and blue shorts.
Would his mother please come
down to the management office.
We are located down the stairs
outside the supermarket.
(groovy jazz music)
(girls giggle)
- Last week, Alan and the
guy from the Y was here
and he had coffee with us.
- Who?
- The instructor from the Y at Risbee.
He's beautiful.
- I like the one on the right.
(girls giggle)
- Plenty of spunky chicks about, eh?
- Bit young though, mate.
- This area is for patrons only.
- [Kevin] Beg your pardon?
- These tables are for patrons only.
- What do you mean?
- It's for customers.
- Oh.
- Two donuts, please.
Thank you.
Here we are, Kevin.
- Thank you, Robert.
(loud rock music)
- Slow down.
You're not down on the drag strip now.
♪ Look at my winning hand ♪
♪ I just want to play ♪
(engine revving)
(slot machines click)
Jesus, haven't you eaten for a week?
- [Kevin] You said to take what you want.
- There's no need to
make a pig of yourself.
You can go back, you know.
- That's right, mate.
- Look at that bastard down there.
They're not playing holes
and they come here and stuff themselves.
That'd be his third.
(slot machine clicks)
Make a name for yourself.
- Okay.
(coins clink)
- Good boy.
- Jesus. Sorry.
- That's all right, love.
Helps them along sometimes.
- How's it going, Stan?
- 12 fucking dollars and not a drop.
Suppose I'll have to go
and cash the old check.
(engine revving)
(dog barking)
(knocking at door)
- Good day.
- Hi, how are you?
- Good day.
- Hi, Bob.
- We're a bit pissed
we went down to cover
the old man for lunch.
- How was it?
- Terrific. Where's your old man?
- Taking the boys to cricket.
- [Bob] Do you mind if I watch TV?
- No, put it on.
- What's the matter?
What's the matter?
(slap thwacks)
- Piss off and grow up!
Just get out.
- I'm sorry.
- It's always what you want, isn't it?
- But-
- Oh, just get out!
- What about the party?
- Take your shadow. He
always goes where you do.
(door shuts)
(engine revving)
- Thanks, mate.
(engine revving)
(loud rock music)
- Great party, Mr. Willis.
- Thank you.
(girls chattering)
(bottles clinking)
Who invited him, mother?
- [Mother] He's not a
friend of our Wendy's.
- He says everything he says all the time.
Just listens to everything he says.
I think we were alone once,
in all the time I was going out with him.
- Ohh, that's a bit slack
(friends chattering indistinctly)
It's ridiculous the way they carry on.
- Typical kids.
- They'll probably turn
up here tonight, too.
- They're all the bloody same.
- That's another thing
that really annoys me.
When they came to my place,
they were just pissed.
So pissed, nobody would believe it.
(friends chattering indistinctly)
ah I don't know what to do.
I'm not going to crawl back to him.
- This is Tang, all right?
Bought all these lottery tickets,
He's got em' all over his walls.
- Do you want a drink?
- Christ, Yeah.
But don't waste time with that punch.
- Hang on a minute.
(friends chattering indistinctly)
No worries.
- This guy in the FJ behind me be going...
(girls giggling)
(friends chattering indistinctly)
(water splashes)
- Would you like to try some?
- No, thank you.
- It's really good.
- No, I tasted it when I
was making this, you know.
And I'm not really a big drinker.
- Ah, go on.
- No, thank you.
Look, I must go inside now.
Wendy's mother needs
some help in the kitchen.
Excuse me.
- [Woman] Really nice party, Mr. Willis.
(friends chattering indistinctly)
(water splashes)
(engine revving)
(groovy electronic music)
- [Bob] Look Anne, I'm really
sorry about this afternoon.
- Yeah, I know. You both always sorry.
But it doesn't stop you
- But I wanted to-
- Look, I don't want to talk about it now.
- [Kevin] Seen Anne?
- Yeah, she's here, mate.
What's up?
- Nothing much.
(groovy bass music)
(guests chattering indistinctly)
I want to talk to you.
- Not tonight.
Call me when you're sober.
- [Kevin] I want to talk to you now.
- No. Go home and go to bed.
- [Kevin] Be fucked if I'll go.
- You're unfair, Kevin.
- Leave her alone.
- Mind your own fucking business.
- Oh Fair go
- [Woman] Why don't you just piss off?
- I'm sure John will take care of that.
- [Kevin] I want to talk to you now.
- [Anne] No.
- [Man] Listen, Why don't you leave?
- [Kevin] Mind your own fucking business.
- You better go home.
- Bullshit. I'm not going
until I fucking talk to her.
- [John] I think you'd better go now.
- Who says so?
- If you're not out of here in one minute,
I'm calling the police.
- Listen. It's all right.
We'll take him home.
- Bullshit.
- [Bruce] Hang about, Kev.
- [Girl] Please, Kev.
- Listen mate, why don't you forget it?
(groovy rock music)
- Give us the car keys, mate.
Come on, mate.
- I'm not going.
- This is fucking stupid.
Don't let the silly goose drive.
- Come on mate let's get going.
- Want a beer?
- Yeah.
(Bob burps)
- What the hell is he doing?
(knocks at door)
- Now, look. I've called the police.
Maybe they can get you off my property.
(glass shatters)
- [Woman] Oh my goodness.
- [Bob] What a rabbit.
Come on mate, the old
codger called the cops.
Let me drive.
- Be fucked, I'll drive.
(engine revving)
(horn honking)
(police siren blares)
(engine revving)
(tyres sc reeching)
- We lost them, mate.
- Hey, what are you doing there?
- [Bob] Nothing, you geek.
(horn honking)
(engine revving)
- I'm really sorry.
- Cheer up.
Wish it hadn't happened.
- You'll get over it.
- What about Kevin?
- Oh, fuck him.
- See you later.
- See you round.
- Here's to sexy women.
(bottles clink)
Not that there's many of them, eh?
What do you think?
- She shits me.
- Why does she shit you?
- Because she slapped me.
- (laughs) She slapped you.
Why did she slap you?
- She can't even buck in here, mate.
- (laughs) You got me laughing, mate.
She can't buck. Why can't she buck?
- You got me in the bloody shit anyhow.
- No, I didn't. Why did I?
- Perverted bastard.
- (laughs) Settle.
(burps) That was good.
What do you reckon?
- I bet you I can lob one
right in the belly, mate.
Right in the middle of that building
just near that shithouse.
- You're kidding.
(bottle shatters)
You missed, mate. I can beat you.
(bottle clinks)
I beat you.
- Beat me ass? Didn't even smash.
- Give me that bottle.
You can't find a bottle opener.
- Give it.
- No, that one.
Give me that bottle
opener. I got this one.
Here. Look at that.
It's busted off.
I still reckon I beat you.
- I just proved it, mate.
- I beat you.
- You can't even get a bloody woman.
- Bullshit.
- You have to perv on my bloody sheilas.
- (laughs) I had her
before you had her, mate.
- Should have kept her.
- Stiff cheddar.
What's the use of wasting
of grog over a woman anyway?
- Grog?
- Yeah.
- Reckon they're sorry as fuck.
- Don't bullshit to me.
She probably come across for any guy.
- That's all right. I just
don't want to talk really
because I'm a bit upset.
- A bit upset? You look
a bit pissed, mate.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
But everything you do, I do, eh?
We're best mates.
What do you reckon? Huh?
- After tonight, I don't know.
After what happened
before, I just don't know.
- What you blame it on me?
You can't blame it on me, mate.
You did a bit of a
mistake too, didn't you?
Didn't you? Didn't you?
- A bloke can't even have bit nowadays.
- Oh. If I went and had
a bit, you'd watch too,
wouldn't you? Wouldn't you?
- No Mate.
- Don't lie to me.
- I'd be sick.
- Don't lie to me, Kevin.
You're telling lies now.
Every time I get a bit,
you get a bit, don't you?
- Anne, I guess, loves me.
- You went slops with her, didn't you?
(bottle clinks)
That's just a corner. I beat you.
(bottle shatters)
- Jees I tell you what, mate.
We're getting low on bottles.
Hey, we're still mates, aren't we?
You might have lost a bitch,
but we're still mates, what do you reckon?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- There's plenty of girls
on the street, mate.
Don't you think so?
- But other people went off the strip.
- Yeah. But what?
- I get the ones I want.
I like them, I like her.
- You like her, do you?
She wasn't that big but I
like them plump. Don't you?
Yes or no?
- It'll take me a month
to recover, for sure.
- Mate, you can get
another chick anywhere.
You're a good looking guy, I'm not.
- Forget it.
- Oh, forget it.
(bottle clinks)
Do you want another one?
- No.
- You don't want another one.
- I'm done, that's it.
- There's only one left, mate.
- No.
I've had enough, I've had enough.
- All right, I'll finish mine.
- I'm a bit crook.
- We going, are we?
- [Kevin] Yeah. Come on.
(hopeful piano music)
Hey, get out.
- [Dad] You've done it this time, Kevin.
Look at the state you've
got your mother in.
What happened, son?
(upbeat jazz music)
♪ Oh, in, oh, in ♪
♪ Oh, in my FJ ♪
♪ Well I continue driving every night ♪
♪ Because I know you
like those city lights ♪
♪ But my friends say I'm a fool ♪
♪ To spend time with you ♪
♪ And they say that I forget my car ♪
♪ I know it's never
going to get that far ♪
♪ Because I drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ Every night and day ♪
♪ It's my right of way ♪
♪ In my FJ, in my FJ Holden ♪
♪ Drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ In my FJ, in my FJ Holden ♪
♪ Drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ Drive ♪
♪ I've been on the side before ♪
♪ But I see nobody anymore ♪
♪ Because I lead the field at night ♪
♪ Come and watch my wheels at night ♪
♪ And I know just what the chances are ♪
♪ You got to lose a girl to keep a car ♪
♪ So I drive, drive, drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ In my FJ, in my FJ Holden ♪
♪ Drive, drive, drive ♪
♪ In my FJ ♪