Summer City (1977) - full transcript

(MultiCom jingle)

(chugging of train)

(gunshots)

- [Man] Social intolerance
and misunderstanding

are the perfect partners in
the trial facing the court.

Are we to judge the prisoner
purely on his actions

or his motives?

Is he guilty through
provocation or impulse?

(lazy music)

(radio plays)

(car horn honks)



- Hey!

They don't like it, do they?

You're still away.

- It's just not right.

I still feel guilty being homesick.

- Feels alright to me.

- Don't judge me.

You know what I'm...

- Hey, who's joking?

I'm deadly serious.

Look, I really do fancy you.

- Well I like you too, but you know

what's happening this week.

- So what?



It's all the more reason for you to enjoy

the last few nights.

Look, life's too short.

You gotta do it, Nina.

(knocking)

- Hey, Boo.

I need a favor.

I got two girls going bowling tonight.

- That's alright, that's alright.

It's just Dodd being nosey.

He can't see anything.

- Listen, I got Gloria
over here in the car

and she wants to say hello to ya.

- Yeah?

Well you tell Gloria, "Hi" for me, huh?

But some other time.

- Is that the message?

- Look, mate, I'm a bit tied up.

(laughing)

- I know what you mean.

Listen, ring you tomorrow, buddy.

See ya later.

Bye.

- Don't you dare tell
anyone about tonight.

- Well I shan't.

Anyway.

What's to tell?

Just a friendly last trip.

- Don't be like that, Boo.

Can you take me home, please?

- I can.

- [Radio Host] And don't
forget: Willie Nelson,

the Everley Brothers, and
the fabulous Beach Boys

will be doing concerts all over Australia

starting next week at the Stadium.

Now to win two free tickets
to this great concert,

I want you to tell me who
was the movie star who also

has the hit record for

Bye, Cruel World,
(Boo and Nina moan)

You got that one right?

Who is the movie star
with the second record,

Bye, Cruel World.

Now here is a brand new
record that's starting

to rave in the American
charts, particularly billboard.

(upbeat rock music)

(dog barking)

(birds chirping)

(rock music)
(engine roaring)

- Scollop?

Oh.

G'day, Mr. Lloyd.

Scollop here?

- Out having an early nap.

- Oh.

Mind if I wait here, then?

- [Scollop] Hey, Rob!

- Oh, g'day Scollop.

- Give me a minute, man.

- Righto, mate.

- Hey dad.

- Why don't you (drowned
out by cans crashing)

- Nice day.

- Everything's set?

- Yeah, mate.

- Bye, dad.

(upbeat rock music)

- Going away.

I'll be home, I'll be over.

- You alright, Rob?

- [Sandy] Hey, mate.

- Best to get out the place.

- Oh, sorry.

- Going to be driving
mad with preparation.

- This mucking around.

Boo's waiting.

- Didn't want me to go
though, driving me crazy.

That's me, how about you?

- Not so bad, mate.

And yourself.

Go on, go on.

(engine revving)

(rock music)

- [Radio Host] Eiser says Wood
Belly Austin was the biggest

hit on platters that matter.

Now on the show today--

- Gloria?

What're you doing here?

- What?

- Oh, I don't care.

Boo's me mate.

- What up, boys?

Sorry I'm late.

Oi, Robbie, do you know Gloria?

- No, but I've heard
all about you, Gloria.

- What time is it?

Still gotta pack.

- Come on, mate, come on.

We're running late.

Won't be long, Sandy!

Oh where's me best brass?

- You can use mine, mate.

- Thanks, mate.

Oh listen, sweetie.

Can you...

Tidy up a bit before you go?

- Right, Sandy.

Here you go.

I know you.

Want it?

You sure?

Breakfast, mate.

(mumbling)

- Come on, let's go.

- Nah, I don't want any.

- That's what I thought.

Put the board on top.

- Want some, huh?

- Yeah, mate.

(car horn honks)

(bluegrass music)

(car horn honking)

(bluegrass music)

- How we gonna pay?

- They're all sisters, man.

- [Boo] She looks like she
could be the right girlfriend.

Give her a big job behind a counter.

- Why not?

G'day, sweetheart.

My name's...

Boo.

What's yours?

- And what sorta name's that?

- Short for Boo-Boo.

- Oh, you make mistakes.

- Just swap ten, will ya?

- [Scollop] Can you make that four?

Boo's sharing.

- Oh, they already have the info.

Jeff Yatts.

- Here.

- Zero?

I'd just come back from a war, you know.

Make sure you have real cash.

- Paying them tensworth.

- I'll have a lemonade.

- You'll share this one, then.

It's yours, Sandy.

- Like they said, great from away.

- Like I said, just be honest, doll.

Are you guys happy?

- [Scollop] Yeah.

- [Robbie] Yeah.

- Alright, listen.

Four males of style.

What do you say?

- Listen, we don't want any of that dirty

talk here, mate.

- [Boo] Well sorry,
that's me misleading you.

Sorry.

- Four hamburgers, Giuseppe.

- [Giuseppe] Order of
hamburgers are coming up!

- [Boo] Four hamburgers.

Comin' up (chuckling).

- Doesn't he ever give up?

- It's why we all love him.

- Hey cool it, you guys.

I need plenty of space.

(dinging of pinball machine)

(laughing)

- [Scollop] Listen, step
aside and let a real

expert have a go.

- Just one more time.

(dinging and clanging of pinball machine)

You flying shit!

- Okay, that's enough.

- Excuse my French.

- Don't excuse me, mate.

- [Scollop] Somebody has to.

- What can I do for you, mate?

(mumbling)

("Shout" by Otis Day and The Knights)

♫ Throw my hands up and shout

♫ Kick my heels up and shout

♫ Throw my hands up and shout

♫ Come on and

♫ Don't forget to say you will

♫ Don't forget to say

♫ Say you will

- Order a hamburgers.

The (mumbles) special.

Great.

- You gotta be joking.

When did you cook it, yeah?

Last year?

- [Robbie] I wouldn't feed this to me dog.

- Pay!

- Come on, let's go boys.

I'm not eating at this slophouse.

- Slophouse!

This is--

- [Boo] I'd like it, but
the service was a problem!

- Don't you speak to me like that!

And don't come back!

- Well fair enough.

You boys show me ladies
like that, and I'll be glad

to get married anytime.

Hey, imagine being married
to a scrubber like that, Boo?

You're not careful, you'll
find yourself married

to one like that.

Boo's a little burger bar with a peddle

to his little burger's feet everywhere.

(boys laugh)

- You're right, Sandy, you're a comedian.

I didn't know you were a comedian.

What're being a comedian for?

Or that you're getting married?

That's funny, yeah.

Yeah, that's funny.

(Boo laughing)

(surf rock music)

(engine sputtering)

(boys yelling)
(tires screeching)

- [Sandy] Oh, you nearly
wiped us out, you bastard.

Aww shit, here he comes.

- [Scollop] Look at
the bloody size of him.

- Don't let him in!

- What the bloody hell do
you think you're doing!?

A bloody man could've
been killed out there!

- We nearly did, just up the road, mate.

- You think it's a
bloody joke, do ya punk?

Get outta the car, son.

(ignition sputtering)

Outta the car!

You, out, come on.

Out.

- Okay.

- Right.

- What the hell's he doing out there?

The tires!

Hey, what you doing, grandad!?

- Get out or I'll fill it full

of bloody knuckle.

Can't start the bloody thing, eh?

Bugger, these tires crack me up.

(laughing)

(engine revving)

I got your bloody number!

(engine roaring)

(surf rock music)

(silly music)

- Leave us alone, alright?

- Yeah.

- Step aside, boys.

I'll handle this.

- You're the little mag
with all the lip, eh?

(Boo laughs)

shit!

(boys laugh)

(blues music)

- Bloody son of a bitch.

When I get my hands on that...

- Hey, weren't you supposed
to change the seat last week?

Sometimes you can't trust a man.

See the radiator, Sandy?

- Get us a beer, then?

(folksy guitar music)

(soft country music)

(dogs barking)

- [Boo] Where's all these red hot birds

you was telling us about?

- [Robbie] We'll find 'em, we'll find 'em

- [Boo] They must've
heard you were coming.

- [Scollop] Hey, what's this here?

- [Robbie] Quick, the curb!

- [sandy] Red alert, mate.

Red alert!

- [Boo] Looks alright, too.

Well hi, birdie.

We thought you might
know about what a bunch

of nice guys can do around here.

- We make our own fun.

- Oh.

- Who's to know in our age standard.

- No route, no ride, eh?

- Don't take me home.

- What's your name, sweetie.

- See you tonight, Caroline.

7:30.

- And look, you better stop
following me and leave me.

You know, my father wouldn't like it?

- Hey, that's a coincidence.

We're all looking for a place to crash.

Alright sweetie, you run along.

I'll see you later.

(Boo laughs)

- Ya bombed out, mate.

- Hey Robbie, I think
she fancies me, mate.

That's what I like, a challenge, mate.

Yeah, some might get me too offended.

- Cheers.

- Yeah, cheers.

- Think we better get some
stubbies, too, for the trip.

Can we have a couple dozen stubbies?

- Couple dozen stubbies?

Yeah.

- Thanks a lot, mate.

- It's about time, mate.

What's happening boys?

What's the story?

- [Boo] You got any
daughters in there, man?

(laughing)

(extreme crosstalk)

(mumbling)

- Yeah, you're a wally.

Why don't you go to the car instead?

- [Boo] Any money on you?

- Yeah, mate.

- [Boo] Oh, here you go.

There's a bank up there, mate

split your share.

- I don't care.

Three beers and a--

- Have another scotch.

- No, I'm water,

I'm water.

I'm alright.

(bar commotion)

- That outta get to breakfast, lads!

(engine revving)

(engine purring)

G'day!

Bobby Woods.

- Joe Matthews.

- Oh, listen Mr. Matthews,

we were wondering if we could

(mumbling)
(dogs barking)

- Five overnight,

two (mumbles) for facilities.

- This mate will sleep in the shit house

it'll be cheaper.

(laughing)

Bloody hillbillies, you're all the same.

- [Bobby] We were
wondering if we could sleep

on the grounds here.

- For overnight, (mumbling).

- [Sandy] Where would you like us to park?

- Well, you mind showing us around sir?

(dogs barking)

- There's that Caroline
bird, Caroline, mate.

That's unreal, no?

Hey, you know when we picked her,

you know when we met her down the street,

had R double oh two
written all over her face.

Top one, really, top bird.

She has to be the best
bit of gear in the bay.

Hey, she's gonna have to get the pigs.

- Oh.

(laughing)

- [Boo] Legs right up to her bum, mate.

I tell you man, she turns up a good thing,

tonight I'll be in there like Flynn.

- [Scollop] You reckon?

- [Boo] Yeah, before
curfew's over here tonight

I'll be in that, mate.

Smile, man, it's got it
written all over it's face.

I'll bet you a quid, mate,

I'm in that before 10 o'clock.

Wanna take me on?

- You're on.

- Here it goes again, mate.

- [Mr. Matthews] Keep
away from those laddigans.

See ya later.

- I just can't wait for tonight, man.

- [Scollop] How was
Gloria the other night?

- Six outta 10.

- [Scollop] For real?

- Yeah, nothin', nothin'
we had this whirl, mate,

but that, that.

- Boo, he's like that all the time.

Don't let him get atcha.

- Well that's just it.

Let's sleep in the shit house.

No finesse, no thought.

Not working, Rob.

Think I should go now.

Appreciate this.

- Why ruin a good weekend?

- Okay, alright, alright.

I'm not going to the dance,

I'm not in the mood.

- You were upset that I
scored Gloria, aren't ya?

You are.

You dog,

you're batteries over a bird.

I never thought I'd see the day, mate.

But Gloria?

Did you have her staked out mate?

Aw, listen man,

she's always been just
one of the girls right?

How long we known her?

Two years, right?

Right?

If I'd known you had her staked out, mate,

I wouldn'ta gone near her.

That's the gospel, right?

You believe me?

I would not have touched her.

If I'd known that you had her staked out,

I wouldn'ta gone near her
with a bloody barge pole.

- I believe you.

- Yeah, you look like you believe me too.

- I do.

- Listen mate,

the dance is on tonight,

if she's got a sister, we'll
both be in, I promise ya,

right?

(laughing)

Get the old routine, mate (chuckling).

Now listen, bullshit about Gloria, right?

- Hey Boo, lay off Sandy, right?

Lay off Sandy.

- What's the story.

- I'm trying to get
him away for a weekend,

and what we agreed to in the beginning,

get in a good time.

You're ridin' him, mate.

- He's been whinging
since we started, right?

Mate?
- Just lay

off him, mate.
(extreme crosstalk)

- Let's have a good time.
- Yeah, yeah, right, right.

(dramatic 70s rock music)

(upbeat swing music)

(party commotion)

- [Man] Wrote a presentation?

- [Boo] You hear that inside, man?

- If that opens I can go in, right?

- Listen, the accents they go for alright,

you gotta go in (mumbling) alright?

- [Bouncer] Hey, take him in.

- Hey mate, come on.

- [Bouncer] Hey, blue shirt!

Come on.

Come on.

Nice try.

And your seeing eye dog, come on.

Good game.

(clanging of coins)

(laughing)

(mumbling)

- Plenty of good looking
(mumbles) here, right?

- Oh yeah, what are we on that one?

- That's my little sister (mumbling).

- Hey there's a chick with
her tongue in her throat,

am I right?

(mumbling)

- Yeah, right.

(Scollop mumbling)

She's alright, yeah.

That blond one there, mate.

(boys mumbling)

- Well (mumbling) are you
enjoyin' yourselves tonight?

(crowd cheering)

That's the way it should be.

Now, you know when you came
through the door tonight,

you got tickets, right?

Now this is our door prize for ya,

and this happens to be for two tickets

to go along next Wednesday
night for the all teen shake,

specifically to see the
Great Crash (mumbles).

(crowd cheering)

I thought you'd like that,

good prize.

And I now wanna get into
something I think that

these guys have been doing
such a marvelous job.

These guys are here at
work, I've seen them work

around the place, and they
are The Marshall Brothers.

Let's put our hands
together (crowd cheering).

Okay.

And the guys and I
thought we have to do this

number tonight, because
it's actually success

and if all these guys
down low, wherever we do

the dances, and they're great now,

"Johnny B. Goode"!

(audience cheering)

("Johnny B. Goode" by Chuck Berry playing)

♫ Deep down in Louisiana
close to New Orleans

♫ Way back up in the
woods among the evergreens

♫ There stands a log cabin
made of earth and wood

♫ Lived a country boy
named Johnny B. Goode

♫ Never ever learned to
read or write so well

♫ But he could play a guitar
just like a-ringing a bell

♫ I say go

♫ Go Johnny go, go

♫ Go Johnny go, go

♫ Go Johnny go, go

♫ Go Johnny go, go

♫ Go Johnny B. Goode.

♫ He used to carry his
guitar in a gunny sack

♫ Sit beneath the tree
by the railroad track

♫ Oh, the lord, see him
sittin' in the shade

♫ Strummin' to the rhythm
that the drivers made

♫ The people passing by
they would stop and say

♫ Oh my, that country boy can play

♫ I say, go

♫ Go Johnny go, go

♫ Go Johnny go, go

♫ Go Johnny go, go

♫ Go Johnny go, go

♫ Go Johnny B. Goode

(crickets chirping)

♫ His mother told him
someday you will be a man

♫ And you will be the
leader of a big ol' band

♫ Many people gonna show from miles around

♫ To hear you play your
music when the sun goes down

♫ Maybe someday your name'll be in light

♫ Sayin' Johnny B. Goode tonight

♫ I say go

♫ Go Johnny go, go

♫ Go Johnny go, go

♫ Go Johnny go, go

♫ Go Johnny go, go

♫ Go Johnny B. Goode

♫ One time I say go

♫ Go Johnny go, go

♫ Go Johnny go, go

♫ Go Johnny go, go

♫ Go Johnny go, go

♫ Go Johnny B. Goode

(screeching and shrieking)

(Boo screaming incoherently)

(playful chattering)

- Just wait right here.

- Boo!

- Just wait there.

Stay right there.

- [Girl] Boo!

- [Boo] Listen baby, I can
see your house from up here!

Wow, there's a wipe out!

Amazing!

(gun shot)

I think I spilt my (mumbling).

Come on, baby you make
life terrific up here.

Hey, come check it out!

It really is terrific.

Oh, I feel so free, wow!

Hey!

- [Girl] Aw, Boo!

- [Boo] Come on up, terrific!

Hey, couple a steps, there ya go!

(water splashing)

Come on, baby.

- [Girl] I'm coming!

- [Boo] Come on, baby.

The water's beautiful.

Come on, over the top.

Hey, it's beautiful.

(clock ticking)

Don't worry about your dress,

just throw it away.

- [Caroline] Yeah right.

- [Boo] Come on.

(playful shrieking)

- It's cold!

- [Boo] Hey what a view!

it's beautiful.

- What are you doing?

- Is it good?

(water splashing)

I forgot to ask you, can you swim?

- Of course I can swim.

- [Boo] Isn't that good?

(giggling)

- It's really nice!

- [Boo] Hey!

- Yeah?

- [Boo] Someone told me at
the dance there's snakes

in here.

- What?

I'm getting out!

No, no, no.
- No, baby.

Stay.

- No!

No.

- It's alright.

Mascara.

- Seen anything of Caroline?

- No, I haven't, no.

(heavy breathing)

- It's alright, isn't it?

- Boo!

(mumbling)

(ominous rumblings)

(waves crashing ashore)

(birds chirping)

- [Boo] I can't see you tomorrow, baby.

I've got things to do, you know?

We'll be leaving tomorrow.

I tell you what.

Next time I come back,
we'll do it right, okay?

- [Caroline] Boo.

- [Boo] Come on, baby.

Your old man'll be waiting up for ya.

You gotta go now.

- [Caroline] Aren't you
going to take me home?

- [Boo] Yeah, what if your
old man's up and sees me, eh?

There'll be hell to pay, right?

- [Caroline] Boo?

Boo.

You still love me, don't you?

- [Boo] 'Course I do.

Come on quick, I gotta go.

(ominous music)

(waves crashing ashore)

(ominous music)

(waves crashing ashore)

(upbeat jazzy music)

- G'day out there today.

- Looks really good.

Really like the sea.

- Almost everyone I know likes the sea.

- I suspect you're right.

You seem to be part of it though.

What is it you like about surfing?

- I don't know.

It's hard to say.

Well, if you could ride
yourself, you'd know why.

- [Sandy] Just a sport.

- Ah, no, no.

It's more than just a sport, mate.

Might sound stupid, but more
a way of life, I suppose.

Say, if you've got any problems or worries

or anything like that you just,

there's the place to go.

Or just take 'em all out there and thrash

it out on the waves.

- Where's the future in it?

Out there for hours and hours,

in the water, out of the water.

Nowhere to go.

- That's right.

There's no where to go.

It's all there already.

- Yeah,

where is the security in surfing
for the rest of your life?

What would you be doing in 10 years time?

- I'll be doing something
in 10 years time.

So I guess in 10 years time,
that's what I'll be doing.

(upbeat surf rock)

♫ Well it's early in the morning

♫ And it's time to make a start

♫ And I put my poly surfboard
on the rack upon my car

♫ I head down to the surf

♫ I read the waves are really fine

♫ I'm gonna catch a
mountain but I won't go down

♫ You gotta walk the plank

♫ Ride the hook

♫ Caught it left and right
and keep it nice and tight

♫ And now the tide is drawing near

♫ You're moving down the wall

♫ Now steady as she goes you
got your toes upon the nose

♫ And now you're hanging right

♫ Hanging right

♫ Oh come to Malibu

♫ And now you hit the beach

♫ And you're feeling mighty fine

♫ You turn your board
around for the second time

♫ You make it out the back

♫ Swells are comin' back

♫ The first ones are too small

♫ And so you take a latch

♫ You gotta walk the plank

♫ Ride the hook

♫ Going left and right
and keep it nice and tight

♫ And now the time is drawing near

♫ You're movin' down the wall

♫ Steady as she goes, you
got your toes up on the nose

♫ So now you're hangin' fine

♫ Hangin' by shores upon the Malibu

♫ Let's go

♫ And when the day is over

♫ And all of the sudden you think

♫ You're going out to the surf club

♫ To dance and start the paces

♫ And when the night is through

(birds chirping ominously)
♫ You hear the fellas say

♫ Don't forget tomorrow
you got another day

♫ You gotta walk the plank

♫ Ride the hook

♫ Caught it left and right
and keep it nice and tight

♫ And now the time is drawing near

♫ You're movin' down the wall

♫ Now steady as she goes

♫ You got your toes up on the nose

♫ You're hangin' by

♫ Hangin' by--

- Out of towners, eh?

Toms, and Caveman.

- How ya goin?

- G'day, g'day.

- Listen, you mind if we borrow the wax

'cause numb skull

forgot it.
- Sure.

- Pick it up.

- Not really working that good today,

but anytime you come in
it's usually 10 feet.

No trouble through the pier,

I'd say 10 foot all along
here left and right flakes.

No trouble at all.

Best surf on the coast.

- Shut it, will ya?

Wax your board up, will ya?

We usually got a good break there early

in the morning, you know, it's not bad.

Just weave the (mumbles)
out there in the (mumbles)

you know?

You come here much?

Alright.

Hey!

Anyway,

going out?

Okay!

(surf breaking loudly)

(slow surf music)

- [Radio Host] Ah, what a sound,

that really stokes me.

Well, gang, we gotta wrap it up.

Look out for yourselves out there,

and remember a rickapootie
and a bandooglie!

(bar commotion)

(laughing)

(mumbling conversation)

- My ID?

You're mack little pal.

(extreme crosstalk)

I'm not the proud type.

(extreme crosstalk and mumbling)

- [Boo] Got any more on you, mate?

- I have if you got it.

(mumbling)

Pullin' the slip again, yeah.

- Get a shot for the groupie or what?

(extreme crosstalk and mumbling)

(sad music)

- [Caroline] Hey, hey!

You're Boo's friend, aren't you?

- [Sandy] Yes.

- [Caroline] Do you know where he is?

- Why?

- I've got a problem.

- What are you trying to say?

What are you trying to say (mumbles)?

(crying)

Oh, God.

(crying)

Do you realize that what you've done,

you're in for fear of

of the thing that you've done to yourself.

How old are you?

You don't even know the man.

I mean, you met this boy once.

You're 15, you don't know the meaning

of the word love yet.

And you just give yourself away,

you just gave yourself away.

- [Caroline] It wasn't that bad,

he said he loved me.

- [Sandy] How could he say he loved you,

do you love him?

How can you love somebody
you only met him once.

My god, just threw,
completely threw something

that's sacred, just threw it out the door.

For what?

For some fool who you met once?

What if you are pregnant?

What, in this town,

what is it gonna say?

This town?

(bar commotion)

- Four beers please.

(bar commotion)

Hey, baby.

Mind if I join you for a while?

I couldn't leave without speaking to one

of the more lovely locals.

You've got a lovely pair of...

Hands.

So I go with--

- You make me sick.

I've read better lines in magazines.

You're only a boy, what
the hell do you know?

- Well.

See you later.

- Naw, wait a minute.

- (mumbling) Maybe you'll listen to me.

No one in the rest of the
this bloody town does.

Leave him.

- Who is he?

- My husband.

Don't.

Doing good.

Anyway, I wanna ask you
what you did with that

poor bitch Caroline.

Poor love, she's probably suffering hell.

You're only the start of her troubles.

- How?

- What it is you don't know is

this is a small town.

Jack the milk man saw you and her

up at the water tower.

And Marge Bowman saw her
coming home very upset.

The break times better than any newspaper.

- She wanted it.

I made her happy.

- You think so?

What you'd have thought.

Come on.

(mumbling softly)

- Who is Boo?

Boo doesn't love you.

Boo loves Boo.

(sniffling)

Listen, what if you're pregnant?

(crying)

The whole town'll know.

They'll think you're a whore.

Look, you gotta tell your father.

Tell your father.

- I can't tell him!

- You've got to tell your father!

- I can't!

I can't tell him!

- I guess they ostracize the bullies.

And I got married, I
never thought I would.

- Could.

Met a girl at school once,

I'll tell ya, I was so
wrapped up with her,

it was love or whatever they call it.

The real thing, just like in the movies.

Anyway, the more I did for her,

and I showed her some really good times,

the more she came to expect.

So when I ran out of the good times,

then one night,

when she was supposed to be at the movies

with her girlfriend,

she was out driving

with one of me best mates.

I would never have found out

if they hadn't smashed
and killed themselves.

- I'm sorry.

That's tough.

- No, that's alright.

(bar commotion)

(sad music)

(crickets chirping)

(horns honking)

- [Scollop] You never
told me how you made out

with Caroline the other night.

How was she, hey?

- Tight like a mouse's ear.

(chuckling)

- A bit young wasn't she?

A bit dangerous forcing a young girl--

- I didn't force her.

I just (mumbles) a vibe, that's all.

(crickets chirping)

(rumbling of engine)

(ominous music)
(clock ticking)

- You didn't go to church today.

You're tired?

Enjoy the dance last night?

- [Caroline] It was alright.

- What time did you get in last night?

Or this morning?

It was this morning, wasn't it?

(ominous music)
(clock ticking)

(plate shattering)
(shrieking)

- Wasn't my fault!

I didn't want to do it!

- I want to know his name.

Who was he?

- I don't know!
- What was his name?

- I don't know.

- You don't know his name?

You get into all kinds of trouble,

and you don't even know his name.

(ominous music)
(clock ticking)

(sobbing)

(screaming)

Darling, darling, I know, I know.

(mumbles)

You must know his name.

You must know who he was.

What's his name?

- I don't (mumbling) daddy.

- No darling, I know
you don't wanna hurt me.

Who was he?

What's his name?

Who was he?

- Boo is his name.

- One of those

fellows who came here last night?

The smart one?

(ominous music)

(Caroline sniffling)

(ominous music)

(boys mumbling)

- [Scollop] Well, wasn't there a sign?

- [Robbie] Must've blown
down, this isn't right.

- If you're going 30
miles down a dirt track

in the middle of nowhere,
you wanna be bloody sure

it's the right way.

- Listen.

If you wanna get out,
there's the door, alright?

- [Robbie] Cut it out
here, you miserable lot.

Let's get the beer and have a good time!

- Last fling.

Wanna be the last.

- Yeah, this wedding's really
got you screwed up, huh?

I'm never getting married,
that I'll tell ya.

- Depends on the girl.

- Look, what kind of girl?

- The kind you can trust.

- Trust?

Listen, if you want my advice,

you'll call it off.
- Now why should

I take your advice?

- [Robbie] 'Cause he's been
with every chick around.

- Alright, well there might be one or two

eventually out there.

- Alright, Boo, cut it out.

- You gotta great chick back there, Sandy.

- Yeah, we all think so, don't we fellas?

(laughing)

Yeah, yeah there's two kinds.

The kind you marry and the kind you--

(laughing)

(wheels screeching)

(boys mumbling)

(sighing)

- Come on here, boys, give us a hand.

- How far is the beach from here?

- Can't you think of anything
except for surf and sex?

None of ya's know where we are.

Nearly kill me.

- [Robbie] The axle's ratchet.

We'll be here for the night.

Come on Sandy.

(ominous music)
(crickets chirping)

- The car's stuck.

Look mate, I've had it with this.

Great weekend.

Sleeping on the ground.

And a whinger.

Robbie shouldn'ta brought him.

He's up himself.

Mopin' about that stupid chick.

What the hell's he see in her anyway?

(birds loudly trilling)

(mumbling)

(Robbie drowned out by birds and crickets)

- Enjoy yourself.

After next week, things'll be different.

It'll be all over for ya, mate.

- You mean the marriage?

Christ, hasn't it occurred to you yet

that that's what I want?

- Sure, mate.

But everyone has their last fling.

- Why?

For you and them back there.

I've outgrown that (mumbles).

And when you grow up, you will too.

- Grow up?

If growing up means settling
down with one person

for the rest of your life,

I don't wanna know about it.

- Who's the lady Robbie?

The one you can trust?

(laughing)

What've I told you, mate?

You can't trust any of them.

They're all the same.

Donna's no different from any of them.

One man woman.

What a joke.

It all depends on who
you're with at the time.

- I thought she seemed
like the faithful kind.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Yeah?

Who do reckon I was with at the carpark

last Thursday night?

The night you came to the window.

- Oh, wow.

(laughing)

You and Donna in a car park?

(laughing)

(dramatic funk music)

(smashing head into window)

(screaming and grunting)

(grunting and thud of
fists and feet to body)

- [Boo] Oh, Christ!

- What happened Mike?

(grunting and screaming)

(ominous music)

- [Boo] I'll kill him!

(ominous music)

I'll kill him, Mike!

(ominous music)

(groaning)

- Where's Sandy?

- Don't know.

- [Robbie] Sandy!

(sobbing)

- Jesus Christ!

- [Scollop] Take it easy.

(groaning)

Take it easy, alright?

(grunting and groaning in pain)

- [Boo] Jesus Christ!

(crickets chirping)
(grunting and panting)

Oh, oh!

- Look mate, I think
you better be careful.

I think Sandy has the rifle.

- [Boo] What rifle?

- Mine.

Well,

Rob asked me to bring it
along to shoot rabbits with

for food maybe.

Boy Scouts.
- Oh, Boy Scout

stuff, yeah great.

(crickets chirping)

(ominous music)

(cicadas chirping)
(ominous music)

(birds chirping)

Scollop, mate, Scollop!

- Mate?

Yeah mate, what?

- Listen, I'm split, mate.

That bastard out there's done his nut.

- Look it'll be alright.

Stick around, it'll be alright.

- No, he's got a gun, mate.

- Look, don't be stupid.

Sandy's only tryin' to give you a fright.

- You comin'?

- No.

Look, how will you get home anyway?

- [Boo] I'll hitch.

Don't worry, I'll be okay.

- [Scollop] Are you okay?

- Yeah.

(dramatic funk music)
(birds chirping)

Wait, stop!

Stop!

Wait, stop!

(gun shot fires)

(body thudding on the ground

(birds chirping)

(car door slams shut)

(footsteps)

(birds chirping)

(dramatic funk music)

(gun shot fires)

(dramatic funk music)

(boys screaming)

(gun shot fires)

(dramatic funk music)

(gun shot fires)

(dramatic funk music)

(gun shot fires)

(birds chirping)

- Mate?

(birds chirping)

(Scollop whimpering)

(birds chirping)

(sobbing and sniffling)

(birds chirping)

- [Robbie] Sandy!

(birds chirping)

(sobbing)

(sobbing)

(birds chirping)

- [Judge] The defendant must
be judged on his intentions.

Were they deliberate, or in self defense?

Having assessed the evidence
presented to the court,

along with the defendant's motives,

I find the decision a difficult one,

but after much deliberation, pronounce

Sandy Harrison not guilty,

and serve notice for his acquittal.

(gavel pounding on wood)

(upbeat bluegrass music)

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