Breaking Loose: Summer City II (1988) - full transcript

(MultiCom jingle)

(slow tribal music)

♪ When I was a boy

♪ The headmaster at school

♪ Said I had an aptitude

♪ For breaking all the rules

♪ Father, he was angry

♪ I thought he would explode

♪ My mother said a rosary

♪ Praying for my soul

♪ Get yourself a job



♪ Learn yourself a trade

♪ Your head's too
full of craziness

♪ You better change your ways

♪ You're right, you're right,

♪ you're right, you're right

♪ You could be
right, you're right,

♪ you're right, you're right

♪ You're so damn
right, you're right,

♪ you're right, you're right

♪ Then I do it anyway

♪ My father said,
now listen boy,

♪ You're soon to be a man

♪ So think about your future

♪ and come up with a plan



♪ Violin and breathin',
improvements in me

♪ And this is what
my father knew

♪ 'Cuz he was just like me

(engine revs)

(burps)

(party music)

- [Man] Hey, what
are you doing here?

(woman laughing)

- [Man] It's party time.

- Down here, eh.

- Ross.
- How ya doin'?

- Hey, how you doing?

- They'll invite
anyone to parties.

- Roscoe, how's the
green machine, man?

- Good, hey, I'll
get the drinks.

- Alright, great.

- Oh, ah, um.

Need a hand?

- Oh, right.

- Ross here is a
medical student,

a specialist in the female form,

and I'm his assistant.

A day in surgery and
we can have you feeling

a different person in no time.

- Thanks for the offer.

But I think I'll keep
ahold of what I've got.

(laughs)

- Sorry.

Sorry, I'm sorry.

Just go around me, go
around the other way.

Oh, come on, I'm
sorry, it was a joke.

I'm sorry I was joking,
oh, c'mon, please, honey.

I'm sorry.

Ross, we're buddies, right, pal?

- It's a good look.

- Don't you do it to me.

- It'll catch on.

- Ross, Ross, Ross.

Miss, come on, one
of them, please.

(man yells)

- Party time.
(woman screams)

- You like it.

Feel my heart is
rising between my legs.

(woman laughs)

- [Man] Hey, hey, hey.

- Oh, oh, oh, friendly
types, aren't they?

- Right up themselves, I reckon.

- You're not invited.

You're not wanted.

Now take a hike.

- [Group] Oh.

- Listen, asshole.

- Whoo.

- Hey, you heard
him now, disappear.

(girls laugh)

- We'll just have to go and
make our own party, okay?

- Right. (laughs)

- [Man] Ah, let's go anyway.

- [Man] Hey.

- What's up, bringing
rent-a-crowd.

- It's bloody gatecrashers.

- Where?

- Outside, right next
to your car, mate.

- Ross.

(ominous music)

- Oh mate, you're not
wanted, now piss off.

Get away from the car.

- No, Ross.

No, Ross.

- Stay away.

- Is this far enough?

- I like you.

- Get your bloody hands off me.

- I really think
you're very nice.

- Get away.

- [Man] Hey.

- You've got no manners.

I've gonna carve my
initials all over your face.

- Don't be stupid, mate.

- And all over your car.

- What we have here
is a matter of honor.

Let's settle this
like gentlemen.

(engines rev)

(suspenseful music)

Remember, like gentlemen.

(screams)

(gang laughs)

(tires screech)
(crowd cheers)

(motorcyclist yells)

- Bloody maniac, whoa.

(man yells)

(man shouts)

Woo hoo.

(laughs)

(metal scrapes)

(laughs)

(horn honks)

(man screams)

(explosion booms)

- Ross?

- Oh, Jesus.

- If this fruitcake dies,

you're up for second
degree murder.

Never mind the other
offenses involved.

Now do yourself a favor, son,

we know you've got
a juvenile record.

So will you stop trying
to be the silent hero

for Christ's sake and
tell me what happened.

(taps on door)

- The parents are here, sir.

- Charming.

- [Man] Would you
come in, please?

- [Man] What happened?

- Some stupid drag race.

Caused a lot of damage.

Put one fella in hospital.

He's in a pretty bad way.

- How bad?

- [Officer] Bad.

- And you, Ross, what have
you got to say for yourself?

- Your son's attitude is
gonna get him a long way.

About from here down
to the cells below.

- Is this true, Ross?

- How about bail?

At least, we'd like
him home with us.

- I'll see what I can do.

I can't promise.

- More bloody trouble again.

- [Man] Same as me.

- Ross, you okay?

Did it go alright?

- Come on, he's okay.

- Mr. Cameron, you'll
need to sign some papers.

- I'm sorry.

Everything just got out of hand.

- Then tell Rick that, please.

(suspenseful music)

(mellow music)

- Nice body, eh?

- No one ever gave you
a paint job like this?

- Didn't need one, did I?

- True.

- So what brings you down
from your ivory tower?

- Supplies.

Can't rely on anything getting
to Wandarra these days.

- No, you will insist
on living in a place

no one ever heard of.

- Except you.

I like it that way.

- It's good to see you.

- Ta.

How's the kid?

- Well, the day
he was old enough

to open a car door on his own,

Ross stopped being a kid.

(laughs)

- Sounds like my kind of guy.

- Yes, well you're
much alike you and he.

He's got a chip on
his shoulder, too.

- Oh.

Not anymore.

(laughs)

- Same old Robbie.

- Thought I heard
someone pull up.

- Robbie's down on business.

- Making surfboards,
call that a business?

- Each to their own.

Never could handle
sitting behind a desk.

- Yeah, well you stick
to what you do best.

And don't interfere elsewhere.

- Rick, that's uncalled for.

- Yeah, well I think
it's time I went.

- Oh, nonsense, you
only just got here,

and besides, this
is my house, too.

And seriously, I would
like to talk to you.

(rock music)

- I'll pick up my stuff later.

- Okay.

- Thanks, mate.

- Alright, see you, mate.

- I don't know what to do.

If it's not one, it's the other.

They're always at
each other's throats.

- You knew it wouldn't be
easy when you married Rick.

Never is when there's
other kids involved.

- It shouldn't be
this difficult.

I mean sometimes I think
Ross is a walking time bomb.

But one day, he's
going to just--

- That your heap out the front?

- You're home.

You remember Robbie
Atkins, from Wandarra.

- You ought to be
put in jail for life

for treating your car like that.

It's criminal.

Birds been fed yet?

- I was going to do
that when Robbie--

- Don't bother, I'll do it.

- See what I mean?

This is one of his better days.

- He's got a will of his
own, that's for sure.

Mind you, I was about the
same when I was his age.

Couldn't tell me anything, I
knew it all, you know that.

- Will you try and
have a word with him?

We just can't seem to
get through anymore.

- Okay.

(wistful piano music)

Never got into birds, least
not the feathered type.

Got a randy old terrier
back in Wandarra,

more interested in the Sheilas
than digging for a bone.

- Do alright down here then.

- Not a chance, he's
got Wandarra blood

through and through,
just like me.

- What's it like up there?

Mum's always so
guarded about it.

- Wandarra's Wandarra.

Bit like a woman
over 60, I suppose.

Every guy know she's there
but no one wants to know.

- Then why stick it out?

- Sucker for punishment.

Besides, I've got a
good group of mates.

And the surf is as good
as you'll find anywhere.

- Now I remember.

You and Rick don't
really hit it off.

Reckons you're a bad
influence, beach bum.

- I been called worse by
some of the Wandarra locals.

People always want
to put labels on you.

You find that?

(wistful piano music)

Listen, why don't
you come up sometime?

Door's always open,
great place to unwind.

- What, and leave
the suburban dream?

- Don't be so hard on 'em.

They're like all parents.

They want to please
but don't always know

when to say the right thing.

- I can do without the hearts
and flowers number, okay.

I think I know my folks better
than you or anybody else.

- I can't handle this.

Only have to mention your name,

and dad goes off the deep end.

They just don't understand.

- Maybe we should have a
break, just for awhile.

- Oh, that's great.

I take all the pressure at home

because I stand up for you,

and you want us to have a break?

Ross, I need you.

My dad thinks I'm
still a little girl.

He never sees me as somebody
with feelings, as an adult.

Well, haven't you
got anything to say?

- You know how I feel about you.

- No, I don't.

I always have to guess.

You never state
your true feelings

other than that damn car.

Look, I know things are
tough for you at the moment.

- Yeah.

- But it would just be nice
to hear you say what you felt,

just once.
- I feel.

- That's all.

I feel as if everything
is closing in around me.

I need some time
and space to myself.

Can you understand that?

Things are tough enough at home.

Now I've got all this
bloody stuff with the cops.

- Fine, if it's space
that you want, Ross,

you take as much as you want.

Don't expect me to be there

just when it's
convenient for you.

(suspenseful music)

- [Man] We got the bastard.

- [Man] Where you go?

- [Man] C'mon.

(gang screams and yells)

- [Woman] Stop him.

(driving rock music)

- What do you want from me?

- [Man] You're bloody, mate.

- [Woman] You're a dickhead.

- [Man] End of the line, Ross.

Our brother Skunk is
not feeling very well.

- It was a fair race.

- Because of you.

They say there's a chance
he won't leave the hospital.

- [Man] Run.

- Back off.

Back off.

Roll up your sleeve.

Weazel.

- Ah man, no, ah.

(suspenseful music)

I'm a very religious man, Ross.

I believe, I really do believe,

in an eye

for an eye.

Watch your back, Ross.

(group laughs)

(harmonica music)

- [Rick Voiceover]
What is it with you?

I treat you as if
you were my own

and all you wanna
do is fight with me.

- [Ross Voiceover]
You never stop do you?

You're not my father,
just leave me alone.

- [Caroline Voiceover]
For goodness sake,

I mean stop arguing
with each other.

- [Ross Voiceover] He's
your husband, not my father.

- [Caroline Voiceover]
Ross, all Rick wants

to do is to be your friend.

(blues music)

♪ I've just got to get away

♪ Too many assholes
day after day

♪ Gonna break out on my own

♪ Have to do it all alone

♪ Everything is going wrong

♪ Just don't feel like I belong

♪ Pack my bags and (loud
truck noise drowns out song)

♪ Oh oh oh

♪ On the road

♪ Yeah yeah yeah

♪ On the road

♪ Yeah yeah yeah

♪ Well, I'm on the road

- Thanks a lot.

♪ Pack my bags, yeah

♪ Yeah yeah yeah

(surf music)

- Hey.

White man, we got visitors.

- You're a bit early for
breakfast, aren't you, Bill?

- You have a problem.

- Like I said, come in.

Hey, piss off, this is my house.

- We know it's here, Atkins.

- Well, you've got one up on me.

What's here?

- Let's forget the
games, eh, (sniffs).

- Coke.
- Oh.

- We're not mugs here, you know.

- Well, if you say so.

- Aw, come on Bill, what
do you think this is?

A service center for
junkies or something?

- Don't push your luck,
Atkins, it's here,

and we'll find it.

- Come on Davie, let's
leave Miami mice to it, eh.

- We're in deep shit, white man.

- Oh, don't get dark on me mate.

It's another set up again.

- Yeah, nice to be popular, eh.

(police radio squawks)

Ah, sprung, we were about
to have our morning snort.

- One of these days,

I'm gonna ram my boot
right up your smart ass.

- Oh, hohoho.

- [Detective] I'll fix you
Atkins, and your black mate.

- Hey, hey, hey,
hey, relax, relax.

They got to get
their kicks somehow.

- Yeah, but we
still got a problem.

- Is there anymore?

- You're looking at it.

- Hey.

Get off, you mutt.

- Now what?

Rooter, down.

Bloody dog, he's
all dentures anyway.

Oh, what are you doing here?

- Taking you up on your offer.

- Aren't you supposed
to be in college?

- End of term.

- Davie, this is Ross.
This is my mate, Davie.

- [Ross] Great, how are you?

- Glad to meet you, Ross.

- What's the police
car doing back there?

- Bill, an old surfer.

Likes to think he's
Clint Eastwood.

Always making his own rules.

- Yeah, he could never
stand the thought that old

Waters here was a better
board runner than him.

He's always looking for an
excuse to stick one on us.

- Come on in.

Hello, shithead.

- Another pet?

- Yeah, Livingston's the name,

he's got a busted wing.

A regular RSPCA we've got here.

Careful, he'll
shit all over you.

(bird squawks)

- Are these your designs?

- No, Davie's.

What he doesn't know about
painting and screen printing

isn't worth knowing.

None better.
- Yeah.

- I'm impressed.

- So are the customers.

You bring the Chevy?

- Thumbed it.

- Oh, yeah?

- [Davie] You had a feed yet?

- Hamburger, last night.

- I'll see what I can get. eh.

- Well as you can you see,

it's every man for
himself around here,

you can either bed down
with us under the stars

or try the Hilton out the back.

- Here.

- Uh, beautiful. Frozen pizza.

- Breakfast.

Welcome to Wandarra.

- Land of the living dead.

- [Unison] Cheers. (all laugh)

(dramatic music)
(machine beeps)

- jeez, I hate this big
hour rush in Wandarra,

don't you, mate?

- Enough to make a man
want to go bush, Waters.

- [Ross] You two must be the
star attraction around here.

- Don't have to do much to
be a star around here, mate.

(whistling)

- [Man] Better
clean the cells out.

- He's got my name
on the door already.

- [Man] Hey Robbie, your share.

- Yeah, you got change
of five cents. (laughs)

Two big beers, thanks, George.

And the usual for Davie.

(sniffs)

- It's like a bloody police
lineup every time I come here.

- Don't let it bother you, mate.

Anything that moves is
looked upon as being

different around here.

- Like a prize hen.

Here, my share.

- Your mate old enough
to drink this stuff.

- Does the grouch
have its beard?

He's old enough to drink.

- Hey, Davie.

- Hey, Scollop.

- How you been?

- You wanna see a prize hen?

Look over there, mate.

Helen's her name, good sort.

We go back a few
years, Helen and me.

- [Ross] She looks out
of place around here.

- Thanks, I'd like
to see some money.

- Hi, Robbie, who's the stray?

- Ross, son of an old friend.

You remember Caroline Dixon.

- It'd be difficult not to.

- Ross, Helen, an old friend
of your mum's and mine.

- [Man] Aw, shit.

Jesus.

- Right hole, wrong
ball, Neville.

Still, at least
you're consistent.

So, you're Caroline's son.

- That's what they tell me.

- Well, this is certainly
a trip down memory lane.

How long you here for, Ross?

- Just taking a
break from college.

- He turned up this morning.

Old Davie and me, were
entertaining for breakfast.

- Yes, I heard you got
a visit this morning.

- Nothing gets
past you, does it?

- Not if I can help it.

Did you tell Ross
about my place?

- He's got a place to crash.

- Atkins, five star.

If the sand bugs don't get
you, the high tide will.

Listen, I run the only
guest house in town.

It's basic, but it's still a
damn sight more comfortable

than sleeping on the beach.

- Thanks all the same,
beach'll be fine.

- I hate to be turned
down, don't I, Robbie?

- Oy.

- Neville.

- I wanna have a word with you.

- Neville, please, will
you leave me alone?

For God's sake, Neville,
you're embarrassing me.

- Domestic, always at
each other's throats.

It'd be a dull time in Wandarra,

the day those two didn't fight.

- Gotta rub my nose
in it, night and day

with every stray dog on heat.

- You're drunk.

Go and sleep it off.

Must be way past
your bedtime by now.

- I heard your scheming.

I won't have that kid in
my house, do you hear?

- Your house?

You got a memory
problem, Neville.

It's my house.

And with all the bad
debts that go with it.

I won't have you
tell me who I can

or cannot have in my own house.

- Don't walk away when
I'm talking to ya.

- You wouldn't know
what conversation was.

The only time you
open your mouth

is to fill it full of booze.

(dramatic piano music)

It's settled.

You're staying at my place.

Be a nice change to have
somebody around I can talk to.

Bring Ross over when
you're finished here.

- What was that all about?

- Helen and Neville.

- The only live entertainment

we get around here in Wandarra.

(motorcycles rev)

- This has been going on for
four days, day and night.

Can't last much longer, surely.

(engines rev)
(rock music)

- Check his blood pressure
every hour from now on.

- Oh.
(dramatic music)

- Hope I'm not too late.

Came to see my friend,

and offer him a little
liquid refreshment.

Something to recharge his
batteries, know what I mean.

- But you can't come
in here, you, you.

- Now look, for god sakes.

- Excuse me.

Try some of this, me old mate.

Good year, this one, Skunk.

That's me boy.

- There you go.

Home for wayward strangers.

- So this is a good idea?

- No.

Go on, live a little.

Helen's a pussy cat,
she won't eat you.

- Bloody shithead.

- Watch the paintwork.

Then again, she might.

- Hi Ross.
- Hi.

- Come in.

Ah, this is my daughter,
Tammy, and her boyfriend, Brad.

- G'day.
- Hi.

- How are you?

- Yeah.

- [Helen] Ross is staying
with us for awhile.

- Yeah, well, see
you later, Helen.

Tammy.

- Eats a lot of
red meat, does he?

- Sort of, Brad's always
like that with strangers.

Come on.

Neville, this is Ross.

You know, our guest.

- Yours not ours.

- No manners when he's
watching his favorite program.

(burps)

Don't worry about him.

You'll get used to it.

I've had to all these years.

Be a love and put the kettle on.

I'm sure Ross could do
with a cup of coffee.

- Thanks.

- Now, make yourself at home
and tell us all about your mum.

- What about his bloody father?

(dramatic piano music)
(mellow music)

(waves crash and water rushes)

♪ Free

♪ Breakin' loose

♪ Free

♪ To do exactly as we please

♪ Free

♪ To decide life's a mess

♪ Free

♪ To do it anyway we can

♪ We're with the (loud water
sounds drown out song lyric)

♪ disappear

♪ (Loud waves crashing
drown out lyric)

♪ Free

♪ Breakin' loose

♪ Free

♪ Yeah

♪ Free

♪ Yes, I am

- Get off, ya mongrel, get off.

(dog growls)

(laughs)

(dog barks)

Bloody mongrel.

- Whoo whoo.

(didgeridoo music)

- Whoo hoo.

Hey.

- Still giving the
young fellas a run for

their money, eh, Waters?

- Couldn't waste
a top day inside.

Besides, he's not bad
for a young fella.

- Old bugger.

- You had an unexpected
visitor this morning.

Rooter gave him
a warm reception.

Didn't you, mate?

- Yeah, who?

- Our mate, the pool shark.

- Nev?

How does she stomach
the gall of that?

- It's a long story, mate.

I'll tell you about it one day.

- A lot of skeletons
up here, eh.

- Yeah, Neville's certainly
got a few in his closet.

It's been years he's
gonna treat the family

like shit ever since.

- Know how they feel.

Been living with Rick
for the past 10 years,

snide remarks, dirty looks.

When I do try to be
nice, dead silence.

- [Davie] That's
white fellas for you.

(laughs)

- Nyuck, nyuck.
- Oh.

- Yeah, you're weird, man.

(didgeridoo music)

- Ross, I don't want
to go poking my nose in

where it's not wanted,

but have you told your
mum you're here yet?

- Who says I haven't?

- Don't go bullshitting
a bullshitter, mate.

- I will.

I just had to go.

Haven't you ever had that
feeling of being closed in

and just had to pack
up and piss off.

- Sure, all the time.

Trouble is I always get drawn
back to where I started from.

A place called home.

You've gotta get your act
together there first, mate,

before you can do anything else.

(slow guitar music)

- Going my way?

- Yeah.

- Hop in.

(mellow music)

What's on your mind?

C'mon, can't be all that bad.

Young man like you shouldn't
have a care in the world.

- Why do you put up with him?

- Circumstances.

I should have got out long ago,

like your mum did.

- What do you mean?

- Oh, let her tell you.

Thing is I'm still here,
doing the same thing,

day in, day out.

- Don't have to be stuck here
to feel like you're in a rut.

Sometimes you can

get a raw deal wherever you are.

- Oh you're just what I want.

Remind me to call you
when I'm feeling suicidal.

- Sorry, just the way I feel.

What?

- You've got quite a head on
those shoulders, haven't you?

- Yeah,

like one of those
sideshow clowns.

Half the world seems
to want to have a go

at knocking it off.

- What a waste,
anything but a clown.

- Oh, we should be getting back.

- What for?

Just to get back on
the old merry-go-round

with Neville?

You asked how I put up with him.

I told you, with
great difficulty.

For all he cares, I
could be another guy.

I'm a woman, Ross, I
need to be appreciated,

to be told, to be

touched.

- Helen, this isn't right.

- Who's to say what's
right, what's wrong?

(slow piano music)

It's been so long, Ross.

- Someone's coming.

- Jeez.

- Problem's, Helen?

- No, it's okay, just
starter troubles.

- Well, if you need a hand.

- No, it's alright,
I can manage.

(engine starts)

See.

- Drive carefully, won't you?

(slow piano music)

- So, what do you think of
our little town, city boy?

- Okay.

- Just okay?

- It's been a long day, I
think I'll hit the sack.

- Stick around, mate.

Have a beer, tell us all
about yourself, your mother,

and that beach bum, Atkins.

- Neville.

Tammy, you're late.

- Your mum said you're late.

- Okay, so I'm late,
is that a crime?

- What's wrong, hon?

- Nothing.

- Nothing.

You bloody women
are all the same.

You say nothing when
you really mean,

"My whole world's
falling in on me."

- Is it Brad?

What did he do this time?

- I am sick of having to do
everything he wants to do.

Sweet pea.

(chuckles)

- Ah, women, give
'em a kiss and card,

(slurs words alhoholically)

right, love?

Right, love?

- Let me go.

- Hey, hey, hey, don't
forget who you're talking to.

Don't forget it was me that
got you out of all that

trouble and I can put
you right back in.

- I don't care.

I've had enough.

You can do what you want.

- What's up?

Gettin' the knife elsewhere?

What are you looking at?

(dramatic piano music)

- Have to be bloody
strong to put up with him.

Don't know how you do
it, the guy's an animal.

- I'm trapped, Ross.

Sometimes I don't know
what to do, I could scream.

What's the use?

I'm sorry about what
happened in the car.

It's just that I get so
lonely, so depressed,

I long for some real company.

(waves thunder)

(surf music)

(Group talks over one another)

- [Man] Hey.

- [Man] Welcome, once
again to the annual

Moon Doggie's Surf Day,

where the hottest
surf and ski riders

are with us from
all over the state.

It's gonna be a top day.

Now, on with the contest.

(waves crash)

♪ Back to what we know

♪ Back to what we do best

♪ Gotta ride the wave

♪ Gotta beat the rest

(waves crash, drowning
out the music)

- Ross.

- Hi, Tammy.

- You riding today?

- Nah, not today,
just a spectator.

How's Bradley?

That good, huh.

(rock music)

♪ Let's change the swell
to where I wanna be

♪ All I wanna do is to ride

♪ Ride, ride

♪ Ride, ride the wave, baby

♪ Push, push,

(water splashes, waves break
drowning out the lyrics)

♪ Baby ride the wave

(clapping)

♪ Baby ride the wave

(water crashes,
drowning out the lyric)

- Like fine wine, it
seems Robbie Atkins

gets better and better.

He's carving all the way.

Who says he finished at 30?

This guy's still doing it at 40.

Good on you, Robbie.
(applause and cheers)

- He wins it every
year, old Waters does.

- Hey, he's not bad
for an old bugger.

- Shit.

♪ Ride the wave

♪ Baby, ride the wave

(waves crash)

- Doesn't anybody do the
shopping around this place?

I said--

- I heard you the first time.

- There's nothing to
drink in the house.

- If you're so bloody thirsty,

why don't you go
back to the pub?

And leave me in peace.

Or has Harry cut off
your credit again?

- That shit, Everingham,
he knows where he

can stick his pub.

- Well, you might try
and behave like a normal

human being for a change,

and stay sober.

Forget your first aid kit?

- Eh?

Oh, yeah.

Where is she?

- If you're referring
to Tammy, she's out.

- Out, where?

- The beach.

Surf carnival.

- Surf carnival,
bunch of no-hopers.

Christ, you've got our daughter
playing your little games.

- Now look what you've done.

- She's with him, isn't she?

- With who?

- Your guest.

Anyone mixing with Atkins

and that black mate of his
would have to be a troublemaker.

Christ, you have
got a short memory,

after what Atkins and
that kid's mother did.

The trouble they caused.

- Don't you ever let
sleeping dogs lie?

- Not when you're around.

- Get out.

For God's sake, leave me alone.

(dramatic piano music)

- You should have seen
the look on his face.

(chuckles)

- [Neville] You know
what time it is, mate?

- Dad.

- Dad.

What's your idea of
getting around this way?

- It's a long walk
from the beach, dad--

- Shut up.

I want to hear it
from smart ass here.

- Leave him alone,
it's not his fault.

- I said shut your dirty mouth.

- You bastard.

- You prick.

- Neville.

- I'm not gonna hit you, mate.

- Leave him alone.

Stop it.

- Go behind my back,
I'll teach you.

I don't want that
bastard in my house.

- Get out, you hear me,
ya drunken moron, get out.

- Alright, alright.

- Tammy, get the first aid kit.

Bastard.

I'm so sorry Ross, I
don't know what to say.

- What are you still
doing here with him?

Why don't you just get out?

There's no reason
to be trapped here

with an animal like that.

- It's not as easy as
that, you don't understand.

Ross, please let me help you.

- Sorry, I just gotta get out.

I'm gonna see Robbie
and I'm gonna piss off.

- Sleep on it, make up
your mind in the morning.

- No, no, no, I've
made up my mind now.

I'm just gonna go.

Appreciate your help.

I'm just gonna go.

- I didn't know
tortoises were orange.

- Tortoise, it's a turtle.

- Oh.

- Yeah, and I'm surprised
you can see anything

after last night's effort.

- Ha ha ha.

- Whose leg's that, Rooter?

Good morning.

- Jeez, what happened
to you, mate?

- I ran into one of
Neville's drunken rages.

- Jesus Christ, a bloody animal.

I should have let
Rooter take his leg off.

- Bastard, I'll ring
his bloody neck.

Deserves a hiding, that one.

- Helen beat you to it, mate.

She kicked him so
hard in the nuts,

he's wondering if he's
Arthur or Martha. (laughs)

- Well, what's his mum say?

- She was just glad to
know where Ross was.

- I mean about his condition.

- Nah, I don't want
to get her all upset.

Could be on his
feet in a few days.

- Really, look, here's our mate.

- Well, well, what
a pleasant surprise.

Hello, Nev.

- What do ya want, Atkins?

- Well, me and Davie here,
we just wanted to tell you

how much we admired you.

I mean any man who
beats up his wife,

slaps his daughter around,

and puts a boot into young kids,

well, you have to look up to
them, you know what I mean?

- Piss off, Atkins, I'm
in no mood for your jokes.

- As a matter of
fact, neither am I.

- Oh, oh.

- I think an apology's
called for, don't you, Nev?

Nev.

- Okay, I'm sorry.

- Did you hear what
he said, Davie.

- Nope, not me, Waters.

- Didn't hear you, Nev.

Nev.

- Sorry.

- Just remember, if
it happens again,

I'll stick your
dick in fiberglass.

- Fiberglass.

Who do you think
you are? (laughs)

(screams loudly)

(gang all yell)

- [Man] Get out of the way.

- [Man] Move it.

(group yells)

- [Man] Go on bugger, get out.

(laughs)

- [Man] Wheelie now.

- [Man] C'mon.

- [Man] Out of the way.

(ominous music)

- Give 'em hell, Skunk.

- See you in heaven, mate.

(shotgun slides)

(shotgun fires)
(explosion blows)

- Time to play.

(birds squawk)

- He's in Wandarra.

- Wandarra, where's that?

Do you have any idea
when he's coming back?

- In a couple of days.

He has to, it's part
of his bail conditions.

(doorbell rings)

Did you bring a friend?

- No.

(gang laughs)

(pounds on door)

- [Group] Whoo hoo.

- We're looking for Ross.

- Who are you?

What do you want?

- Friends.

We're concerned
about his welfare.

We're very worried about him.

- He's not here, but if
you give me your name,

I'll tell him to get
in touch with you.

- Ah, give her a
visitor card, Saps.

- You heard me, now please go.

- Aww, she wants us to go.

(laughs)

- Wait a second, he's not here.

- [Man] Hey.

- You are beginning to annoy me.

- [Man] You're annoying him.

- Shut up, Weazel.

Search the house.

- Upstairs.

- Listen carefully mother,

our brother, Skunk, left here

for a place he did
not choose to go.

Your dear Ross sent him there.

- Let me go.

- [Man] Ooh.

- Little bitch tried
to get out the back.

- No, empty.

- Now, you're almost as much
to blame as your boyfriend is,

aren't you?

A little help from you could
make all the difference,

otherwise I might be
forced to hand you over

to my friends here.

- Hand her over.

- Let's make a sandwich of her.

- Well?

- I don't give a
damn what you do.

- She's mine.

(knife clicks)

(laughs)

Nice, eh?

- Yeah.

- Leave her alone.

- I'll tell you where he is.

- No, Mrs. Cameron, no.

- It's my decision, Jacky.

(knife clicks)

- Wise decision, mother.

- [Woman] Love your hairdo, mum.

Vidal Sassoon.

(laughs)

Eric loves the smell on you.

- So tell us, mum, where is he?

(blues music)

- What is it with
folks around here?

You two are the
sanest ones I've met.

- Got my doubts about him.

- Yeah, right.

- Ah, you gotta understand them.

How their minds work.

- Oh, they've got
minds, have they?

- Yeah.

- I've been a target ever since
the trouble with your mum.

- What trouble?

- Oh, something that
happened 20 years ago.

It still seems like
only yesterday.

A few of us got
together and organized

a bucks night for
one of our mates.

Caroline met Boo, your real dad.

And things,

just got out of hand.

Caroline's old man went berserk.

Took off after Boo
with a shotgun.

We were caught in the middle.

Was nothing we could do.

- She's never talked
to me about it.

- It's not exactly
the kind of thing you

swap over the back fence.

- What was he like,
Boo, my real father?

- A total headcase. (laughs)

Always inviting trouble.

Aw, we were great mates.

Yeah, I think you two would
have got on fine together.

- Still don't know how you
guys stick it out here.

- Maybe I need to
be close at hand.

So I can rattle the skeletons
every now and again.

- Yep, one place is much
the same as any other

for blokes like me.

You just take rough
with the smooth.

At least we've got our
dreamtime to fall back onto.

- What's dreamtime?

- Listen, you'll
learn a thing or two.

- Life's like a pattern, see.

Just like people.

Some people think backward,
some think forwards.

Once you understand the order,

you can end on
anything and anybody.

- Order, what?

- Separating the good
eggs from the bad.

- And there's a lot of
bad eggs around here.

(all laugh)

- It's funny, isn't it?

The way things work out.

I shoot through from Sidney,

thinking I'm getting away
from all that pressure,

and find out you guys have got

exactly the same
hassles up here.

- Yep.

If you can't handle the heat,

you better get out of the fire.

- Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo.

- Ah ah ah, whoo.

- Nyuck, nyuck, nyuck.

- Errr.

(laughs)

- Dickheads.

(water rushes)

(ominous music)

(dog barks)

- Davie, the house.

- What's going on?

Hey.

(engine revs)

- Good boy, Rooter.

Good boy, mate.

- Look what I found.

Looks like another setup.

- Yeah, and I know
who it is, too.

(suspenseful music)

- Hey.

Maybe Davie's right.

You should just
call his superiors.

- What good's that gonna do?

They all stick together.

One is as bad as the other.

Come on, Rooter.

- What do you want, Atkins?

- Where is Bill?

I want to report a prowler.

- You got a problem, you see me.

- I'll handle this.

- [Junior] It's alright,
I can sort it out.

- You deaf. Move.

- You dropped this
last night, Bill.

What did you with
the rest of them?

Turn 'em into board shorts.

- What are ya talking
about, Atkins?

- You dropped this, too.

It's been you all
along, hasn't it?

- You're in a lot of trouble--

- Why'd you do it, Bill?

Why're you so dead
set on nailing me?

- Because me and this town are
sick of what you stand for.

You and all your dope sniffing
mates down on the beach.

You're living on borrowed
time, me old mate.

And this time, there'll
be no more mistakes.

- Well, if it's games
you want to play.

- Junior, arrest him.

- Rooter, get the
stick, get the stick.

(dog growls)

Stay, stay.

Now, let's have a look
at that leg of yours.

- Get away from me, Atkins.

Ouch.

You'll pay for this.

I'll run you out of this town.

- I don't think so.

You try something
like this again,

I'll let Rooter here
chew your toes off.

One by one.

(dog growls)

C'mon, let's go.

(dog barks)

- Yeah, that was pretty dumb.

- Meaning what?

- The guy's a cop, he can
throw the book at you.

- So, he's a cop.

Doesn't give him the
right to set me up

just because I don't
conform to what he wants

in this one-horse town.

- Listen, believe me I know.

I've had enough shit from cops
and other people 'round me

to know exactly how ya feel,

but you can't
fight it like that.

- You can't let him shit
all over you, either.

- Yeah, but in a town like this,

all you're gonna do
is make it worse.

Even I can see that.

- Hey, hey, hey,
don't preach to me.

Now, this is my town as much
as his or anyone else's.

I'll handle my
problems my way, okay.

- Great.

And I'll handle my
problems my way.

Not gonna do it up here
in this crookery land.

- Yeah, well, your decision.

Anyway, we better get back

before we find any
more surprises.

- Remember, goanna can't
change the way he walks.

(phone rings loudly)

- Jesus.

Hello?

- Is that Wandarra
Police Station?

- Yes, what do you want?

- This is Detective
Inspector Reynolds

in Hunter's Hill, Sydney.

I'm calling about a young man

who I believe is in your area.

Ross Cameron.

He's staying with a Rob Atkins.

- Yes, I know Atkins.

Now, what kinda trouble
is this Cameron kid in?

(motorcycles rev)

- Trouble.

Motorbike gang.

- I know.

Just lock the door.

- Aren't you gonna
do anything about it?

- Nope.

- Why not?

- This might settle all our
problems, once and for all.

(tires screech)

- Good day, sir.

We're looking for
a friend of ours.

- [Girl] A brother, in fact.

- Goes by the name of Ross.

- Yeah, I know
that little prick.

He's shacking up with Atkins
and that black mate of his.

- Atkins, eh.

Where does this Atkins hang out?

- South, straight through town.

He's got a house on the
beachfront, you can't miss it.

- On the beachfront.

We can't miss it.

- [Weazel] Can't miss it, eh?

- Weazel.

You are one of us.

A person of rare quality.

- Hey Spags, show him
how grateful we are.

(bike motor revs)

- Alright, kick her over.

(engine grinds)

That's enough, you'll flood it.

- Flood it?

I'll bloody drown the bitch.

Good for nothing piece of shit.

- That's one thing I
admire about you, Waters.

- What?

- Your patience.

(car starts)

Just gotta have the
right touch, see.

- That old black magic, eh.

- Looks like we got trouble.

- [Robbie] Friends of yours?

- Uh uh, wrong color.

And wrong machines.

- Friends of mine.

- Eh?
- This could be ugly.

(dog barks)

- Jesus, they got my
girl, they got Jacky.

- G'day.

Figured our mate, Ross,
was in the neighborhood.

Thought we'd pay him a visit.

A little unfinished
business, Ross.

- We've got nothing to
discuss, except her.

- Yes, very nice.

She's our insurance.

You remember, Skunk?

He's dead.

Well, it's

collection time.

An eye for an eye.

- [Woman] And a life
for a life, Rossy.

(kicks and punches thud)

(bikes crash, people yell)

- Ross, Ross.

- [Ross] Jacky.

- [Robbie] Get in the car.

Get in the bloody car.

- Jesus.

(group yells)

- Who are those guys?

- Come on, Waters, drive.

- They've got her
handcuffed, the bastards.

Go.

- [Davie] Watch out.

- Oh.

- Yeah.

- [Man] Shit, c'mon.

(woman screams)

- [Man] Aw, shit.

- [Robbie] Got some
pretty strange friends.

- I want him.

He's mine.

- [Robbie] What the hell did
you do, piss on their bikes?

- Real funny, no time for jokes.

Have you got a gun?
- No.

- [Davie] Get in
the bloody house.

- We're stuck, we're stuck.

- Quiet, cool it, cool it.

- They've got my
girl out there, man.

- [Man] Over there.

- Keys.

- [Man] Go.

C'mon, let's take her.

(rock music)

(men laugh)

- Last chance, Ross.

Come out now, and
the girl can go free.

- Hey, stay here.
That won't help.

- I'm waiting.

- Ross, Ross.

Jesus, what are you gonna do?

He's got a gun.

(shotgun fires)

(shotgun fires)

- [Man] Woo hoo hoo (laughs).

- [Man] Kill the bastards.

(shotgun fires)

- Windows.

(glass breaks)

(man screams)

- Yeah.

- Sit down, Weazel.

- Shit, it's too heavy, I'm off.

- He's gone crazy.

- Right-o, time to get nasty.

- What's this?

what are you doing?

- Havin' a beer, mate.

- Jesus.

- You wanna settle this?

Your shot.

Better hurry.

Go.

- Cheers.

- Ah.

(screams)

- Run, it's gonna blow.

Rooter.
- Robbie.

- Rooter c'mon, c'mon.

- Christ's sake.

(loud explosion)

- Yeah.

(mellow music)

- Jacky.

(girl squeals)

(laughs)

- Go get 'em, Rooter.

- Jesus, the bloody dog.

Get in the car.

Junior, get in the car.

(dog barks)

(pensive guitar music)

- Oh, man.

What are you guys gonna do now?

You've lost everything.

- Not quite, eh.

- Well, we can
always go surfin'.

(rock music)

- Hey, forgot the surfboard.

- [Man] Woo hoo hoo hoo.

Whoo hoo.

♪ I've got one foot

♪ On the platform

♪ Got the other

♪ On the train

♪ And I'm goin' back

♪ To New Orleans

♪ To wear that ball and chain

♪ So mothers

♪ Tell your children

♪ Not to do what I

♪ Have done

♪ Spend your life

♪ In sin and misery

♪ In the House of the Rising Sun

(guitar solo)

♪ I've got one foot

♪ On the platform

♪ Got the other

♪ On the train

♪ And I'm goin' back

♪ To New Orleans

♪ To wear that ball and chain

♪ So mothers

♪ Tell your children

♪ Not to do

♪ What I have done

♪ Spend your life

♪ In sin and misery

♪ In the House of the Rising Sun

♪ Well, there is a house

♪ In New Orleans

♪ They call the Rising Sun

♪ And it's been the ruin

♪ Of many a poor boy

♪ And God I know I'm one

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