Lockie Leonard (2007–2010): Season 1, Episode 9 - Weird Genes - full transcript
After his disaster with Vicki, Lockie hibernates in his room for days. His family has had enough -- poor Phillip has even broken into a rash.
- It wasn't easy being a Leonard.
I mean it was weird enough being 13
and having hormones play
footy with your brain
without your family
adding to the weirdness.
Then on top of everything,
it was the total train wreck
with my first ever girlfriend.
Yep, only on thing to do:
hibernate for the next millennium.
Sure, after locking myself in my room
for five days in a row,
things started to get a bit pongy
and Phillip broke out in a rash.
- Remember ray that you lopped down
and I performed an autopsy on it?
And I left its guts in
the laundry by mistake
and Mum found it a week later.
It stinks worse than that.
- But, at least you now
what causes your own smell:
sweaty socks, dirty
jocks, mouldy boardies,
Mum's cheese broccoli.
Yep, all good.
Reassuring.
Unlike the stink I'd
caused over Vicki Streeton.
The hottest girl at school,
the girl whose kiss tastes
like Vanilla ice cream
and who smelled like strawberry toffee.
- Definitely the deluxe model, kitten.
An absolutely A-1, top
of the range Streeton,
fully guaranteed.
- Just when we'd
finally become an item, a couple,
the envy of the whole school,
we'd hit the headlines.
I wad dumped.
Must have been some kind of record.
- And the award for the
shortest ever relationship
in the history of Angelus goes to
Lockie Leonard.
- Yep, I botched it.
And all because of some
mirage in a wetsuit.
I didn't know where she
came from, where she lived.
I didn't even know her name.
She was a total mystery.
All I knew was, she could surf.
Yep, only one thing for it, hibernate.
At least until I'd passed
the confused and embarrassed stage.
One problem though,
I'd forgotten I was a Leonard.
- Lockie?
- We've got your favourite take-away.
- It's spag bowl with extra
special tangy tomato sauce.
- But you'll have to come out and get it.
And if you're quick, I'll
throw in one of my best poems.
Clancy of the Overflow.
Always works in a crisis.
- Ask me again in a year.
- Geez, he must be sick.
- He's become a health hazard, Sarge.
- Right.
Phillip, you grab his wettie.
Mum, you grab his board.
I'll back out Frida.
It is time for Operation Lockie Leverage.
- Dad's truly lost it this time.
Here I am being towed by Frida,
Leonards in the car and me on full display
to the whole town.
Could things get any worse?
And instead of heading to the surf,
Sarge decides to take a shortcut.
No, any place but this!
- We got your normal, lovable, likeable,
friendly, charming...
- Lockie!
Looks like Vicki's filming an ad.
You want to stay and watch?
- Yeah, like that's
going to improve my day.
- ...a deal for you!
- Family cars, family
deals so come on down
to Big Barry Streeton.
- Maybe we could be in it.
Like extras buying cars.
I could be on TV.
Does Lisa have a television?
- Burn rubber, Sarge.
I can hear the surf calling.
- Egg's there. He's watching.
- Egg? No way.
This was the last place
Egg would want to be.
Mental note: find out why
Egg's behaving so strangely.
- Hey you, James Dean.
Get out of there!
- I hoped Egg's eviction
from Big Barry Streeton's
might create a big enough diversion
so we could slip away unnoticed.
Please, God. Send me an earthquake.
About 9.5 on the Richter
scale should do it.
Sarge! Unless we're
moving in five seconds,
I swear I'm filing for adoption.
- Right you are, son.
- Hey, I'm walking here.
I said I'm walking here.
- Could the day get any worse?
By the time half the town
had pushed Dad and Frida
down the main street,
we made it to the beach.
And the surf started to work its magic.
I decided it was
impossible being a Leonard.
I know they mean well,
but is it too much to ask
that we slip under the normal radar
just once in a while?
And then, just when I figured
out how normal we weren't...
- How was the surf, mate?
- Enlightening, Sarge.
- Champion.
- Phillip went and raised
the bar even higher.
- You gotta teach me how to kiss.
I've decided to take my
relationship with Lisa
to the next level.
- What relationship, Phillip?
She's 23, you're 10. She's...
- 2.3 times my age, correct.
But when I'm 17, and
she's 30, she'll only be
1.7 times older.
Time is on my side.
- Yeah, well, while you've
got your calculator out,
Mr. Math genius, you're
also a whole lot shorter.
- Good point. I'll make a note.
Be taller.
So, you'll teach me?
- Phillip, I've had one
relationship with Vicki.
And that lasted six hours, 43 minutes...
- 18 seconds, I know.
The whole town knows.
But at least you locked lips.
Were they open or closed?
Someone said I should
practise with an orange.
Is that a good idea?
- It had to be genetic.
Weirdness passed down the family tree.
I bet Egg never had these problems.
He was an only child.
He never had a brother to drive him nuts.
Or experience the trauma
of a Leonard family outing.
- Support your blue light discos.
- Support Lisa's blue light disco.
- I suppose it was too much to hope for,
an earthquake outside the church.
Okay, maybe I'd settle
for a plague of locusts.
- Okay, Lockie, I'll get
you to come in close.
For the Parish Gazette.
- Okay. Phillip.
- Ready? Wait, wait.
Vicki, you too.
Good publicity. Now you're a TV star.
- Put your arm around her, Lockie.
- So when's your ad gonna be on the tele?
- Never, I hope.
- So, how tall do you think you are, Lisa?
- 160 centimetres.
- Here we go! Everybody smile.
Thanks.
- We can stop smiling now?
- One thing I could always count on.
Mum wasn't into church.
So, when she came to pick us up,
she'd always be in a hurry to leave.
- I promise, I will take you
apart nut by nut, bolt by bolt,
screw by screw and sell
you off for paper weight.
- Might be time you thought
about trading this old girl in,
Mrs. Leonard?
Perfect timing with my anniversary sale.
What do you say, son?
- Meanwhile, Egg phoned.
Wanted to meet me at his favourite spot.
One day the Leonard family weirdness genes
are gonna kick in. Nothing surer.
And I'm gonna mutate into a total nutcase.
- Give it a rest. Banging on
about your family all morning.
- Woah, what's up with you?
- Why didn't your mum come to church?
- Cause she's not religious.
What does that have to do with anything?
- Want to know why my mum doesn't go?
- I'm simply asking what
you think of my sculptures.
- I don't have an opinion.
- How can you not have an opinion?
That's what sculptures do,
they evoke opinion.
- Just like my sermons, but
you never offer me an opinion
when I ask.
- You want my opinion? This sucks?
At least your parents
still love each other.
- I suspected things weren't
quite right at Egg's place
but I never knew they were this bad.
Make mental note, strike
previous mental note.
No need to ask Egg why
he's behaving so strangely.
- The drummer from Goliath
has a car like that.
That car's going somewhere
even when it's standing still.
- Is that why you sit in it?
To get away from the fights?
- Some days, I reckon Mum and Rev
only stay together because of me.
If I wasn't around,
I'm sure they'd get a divorce.
- Suddenly, my problems
didn't seem so big anymore.
- Yeah, yeah, that's it. Keep it going.
Good and steady. Yeah, good
on ya, like that, steady.
Ease off! Ease off, ease off! Ease off!
You flooded it.
- I've not flooded it, Sarge.
It's old, it's tired, it's worn out
and we need to get rid of it.
- It's a piece of Leonard family history.
- Well, I don't give a noodle
about family history, Sarge.
Mr. Streeton has made us
a perfectly good offer.
- Mr. Streeton...
- It was the strangest
sound I'd ever heard,
Mum and the Sarge having an arguement.
- I just want a car that
starts when I turn the key
that doesn't leak when it rains
and doesn't smell like Lockie's old socks.
- Now I understood Egg's car thing.
Don't wanna be here. Gotta escape.
Turn on some music.
Think of something else.
Something nice.
Something like
vanilla ice cream. Perfect.
- Rules of the break up are
you will not speak to Vicki,
you will not sit beside her in class,
you will not stand in the
same queue at lunch time,
and you will never ever dream about her.
Are we clear, beansprouts?
- Okay, something that
doesn't involve divorce.
Yes! No complications
of the family kind here.
And man, could she surf.
- Should I practise with
skin on or skin off?
- Phillip, I'm busy here. Go away.
- Doing what?
Fine, skin off. Gentler on the lips.
- Why couldn't anything be simple?
Mum and Sarge could keep Frida
and buy another car.
And Egg could have his
Mum and the Rev back
the way they were.
- You didn't have an opinion,
so I'll assume it's no good.
- Yeah, just like my sermon. Rubbish.
- Okay, so maybe Egg's problems
couldn't be fixed that easily.
Unlike Phllip, who was ready to tackle his
with a bag of oranges and a calculator.
- Shady looking character
we've got here, Constable.
Hang on. Looks like my
Phillip, only taller.
- Just dropped in on my way home.
- You've you've
grown a bit there, son.
- 30 centimetres to be exact, Sarge.
- 30 centimetres. Outstanding!
- Hello, is this today's roster?
I see Lisa's due to finish in two minutes
and 45 seconds to be exact.
- Well, you'd be spot on there, son.
If only your sarge wasn't
such a decent bloke
and hadn't given her an early mark
so she can go to netball practise.
- Netball?
But what if there's a crime
or something important?
- Phillip, what have you been eating?
What's that around your mouth?
- It's new lip cream. Citrus flavour.
To stop them from cracking.
Not that there's any
reason why they'd crack.
- Sarge! It's that boy. The
one that dresses in black.
I told him to stay away from that car.
- What car would that be Mr. Streeton?
- The one that's been
stolen from my car yard!
- While Mr. Streeton
chewed the Sarge's ear,
I figured if I gave
Frida a bit of a polish,
maybe Mum wouldn't be so mad.
But it still looked like
a clapped out old wreck.
- Hi.
- They mystery girl. Without the wet suit.
- What?
- Did I just say that out loud?
- You all right?
- No. Yes!
Sorry. My head and my mouth
just seemed to have
developed a short circuit.
Must be the fumes. Hi!
- I was just heading out for a surf.
I thought you might want to come.
- Okay, got to be significant.
Mystery girl found out where I lived,
wants to go surfing can
only mean one thing.
She likes me.
- Maybe another day.
- No, wait. I'll just get my stuff.
- Lockie, we have to talk.
- Skin off, okay, skin off.
- Egg knicked a car.
- What?
- The old one. From the car yard.
Mr. Streeton said he stole it.
- Are you coming or what?
- Say yes. Go surfing.
Say yes. Please.
No, don't make me wrestle
with my conscience.
Should I help Egg or go
surfing with you know who?
Egg with the greasy hair,
or Mystery Girl with the
smile and the perky bum.
Sorry, can't, gotta help out a mate.
- Good decision.
- Where do you think you're going?
- Netball.
- Yep. It's definitely missing.
- That car is the only
car in this entire yard
that's not for sale.
You wanna know why?
Show him the photo, doll.
Because it's priceless.
That car is part of the family.
- Don't worry, Mrs. Streeton,
that car will stand out in
Angelus like a train wreck.
- There, there. The
police will get it back.
Won't ya, sergeant?
And when you find the
troublemaker that stole it,
I want him charged to the
full extent of the law.
- Fair enough, too.
One last thing.
I noticed the car is a manual gearshift,
none of your modern automatic nonsense.
- Last of its kind.
- It'd be unusual for a 13 year old
to be able to drive a
manual, wouldn't you say?
- Feels like more than just cds.
What's the deal? Where ya goin?
- I figured maybe Mum
and Dad would be happier
if I wasn't around.
- Man! This was heavy.
Egg running away from home.
What do I do? What do I say?
What would Sarge do in a crisis?
Clancy of the Overflow by Banjo Paterson.
- Are you all right?
- No, I'm not all right. You can't leave.
Where are you gonna go?
What am I gonna do for a best mate?
What if your mum and the Rev
are going crazy with worry?
I know if I went missing,
Sarge would be gnawing
his arms off by now.
It took all of about five
minutes to convince Egg
that running away from
home was a dumb idea.
Sarge would have been proud of me.
- You're right. You
would be lost without me.
- No, maybe you should
hang out here for a while.
Til things cool off a bit.
Your car's been knicked
and Streeton thinks you did it.
- What? Man.
- Wait here. I'll be back in a while.
- Where ya going?
- I'll not speak to Vicki Streeton.
I'll not sit beside her in class.
I will not stand in the same queue.
And I promise, I will never ever
dream about her.
- What are you doing here?
- I know I'm breaking
all the break up rules.
But I was hoping to talk to your dad.
- He's not here.
- He thinks Egg stole his car.
- I've heard. Ten times already.
Could hit 20 by dinner.
- Well, I know he didn't do it, okay?
So, if you could just tell your dad that.
- As if he'd listen to me.
He's too worried about his stupid sale
and his stupid ad to care
about who really took the car.
- I guess Vicki's family
weren't as perfect as they seemed either.
- Who is it, love?
- It's no one.
Saturday.
The ad. It's on TV Saturday.
- Nothing else for it.
If Mr. Streeton wouldn't listen,
talk to someone who would:
the Sarge.
Are you sure this is a shortcut?
- No, I just love golf.
Such an interesting game.
- Maybe Sarge's mate upstairs is making up
for the lack of earthquakes
and locust plagues
because right there and then,
in the middle of the ninth tee.
- It's the car!
That's it. It's the car.
The perfect metal on wheels.
- My car!
- It's the guy from the car yard.
- My car, you're not
getting it. Now clear off.
- Fore!
- My car. You hit my car!
I'm coming for yas.
- Geez, it pongs in here.
- What are you doing?
- So, he can't drive away.
You better head home.
I'll give this to Sarge.
I don't often get stuff right.
But I was spot on about Egg's parents.
- When we saw you'd taken your things.
- We were so worried.
- We may argue sometimes,
but there's one thing
we absolutely agree on.
We both love you to bits.
- Maybe the Leonard genes
weren't so weird after all.
Sarge explained to me
what he told Mr. Streeton.
- Homeless fellow, early
20s, beard, longish hair.
Called himself Monster,
reckoned the car was his.
Been through a bit of a rough draws?
It's, still got a but of a pong.
I don't think there's much
to be gained in charging him.
Right.
I'll see you on the tele then.
- Family cars, family
deals, so come on down.
- It's on.
- It's on, it's on, it's on!
- Look, there's
Vicki. Isn't she lovely?
- Come on down to Big Barry
Streeton's anniversary sale.
- Where family is our business.
And our business is family.
- Bit syrupy.
- Yeah. I wouldn't buy
a car from that man.
He looks a little bit shifty.
- Would you buy a special off that man,
would you monkey boy?
Would monkey boy buy one?
Would monkey boy like a little banana?
- There are some things you
would never want to trade.
Like the moment Mystery
Girl asked me to go surfing.
And the moment Phillip
almost got to kiss Lisa.
- Lisa run out of oranges at Netball.
Lucky I had some left
over, so we shared one.
I reckon that was as good as a kiss.
- True enough.
- Remember when we used
to take the old girl
to the drive?
Remember when I raced you to the hospital
when Lockie was on the way?
- And Phillip.
- What do you reckon, Lock,
should we trade her in?
- Not a chance, Sarge. Not a chance.
I mean it was weird enough being 13
and having hormones play
footy with your brain
without your family
adding to the weirdness.
Then on top of everything,
it was the total train wreck
with my first ever girlfriend.
Yep, only on thing to do:
hibernate for the next millennium.
Sure, after locking myself in my room
for five days in a row,
things started to get a bit pongy
and Phillip broke out in a rash.
- Remember ray that you lopped down
and I performed an autopsy on it?
And I left its guts in
the laundry by mistake
and Mum found it a week later.
It stinks worse than that.
- But, at least you now
what causes your own smell:
sweaty socks, dirty
jocks, mouldy boardies,
Mum's cheese broccoli.
Yep, all good.
Reassuring.
Unlike the stink I'd
caused over Vicki Streeton.
The hottest girl at school,
the girl whose kiss tastes
like Vanilla ice cream
and who smelled like strawberry toffee.
- Definitely the deluxe model, kitten.
An absolutely A-1, top
of the range Streeton,
fully guaranteed.
- Just when we'd
finally become an item, a couple,
the envy of the whole school,
we'd hit the headlines.
I wad dumped.
Must have been some kind of record.
- And the award for the
shortest ever relationship
in the history of Angelus goes to
Lockie Leonard.
- Yep, I botched it.
And all because of some
mirage in a wetsuit.
I didn't know where she
came from, where she lived.
I didn't even know her name.
She was a total mystery.
All I knew was, she could surf.
Yep, only one thing for it, hibernate.
At least until I'd passed
the confused and embarrassed stage.
One problem though,
I'd forgotten I was a Leonard.
- Lockie?
- We've got your favourite take-away.
- It's spag bowl with extra
special tangy tomato sauce.
- But you'll have to come out and get it.
And if you're quick, I'll
throw in one of my best poems.
Clancy of the Overflow.
Always works in a crisis.
- Ask me again in a year.
- Geez, he must be sick.
- He's become a health hazard, Sarge.
- Right.
Phillip, you grab his wettie.
Mum, you grab his board.
I'll back out Frida.
It is time for Operation Lockie Leverage.
- Dad's truly lost it this time.
Here I am being towed by Frida,
Leonards in the car and me on full display
to the whole town.
Could things get any worse?
And instead of heading to the surf,
Sarge decides to take a shortcut.
No, any place but this!
- We got your normal, lovable, likeable,
friendly, charming...
- Lockie!
Looks like Vicki's filming an ad.
You want to stay and watch?
- Yeah, like that's
going to improve my day.
- ...a deal for you!
- Family cars, family
deals so come on down
to Big Barry Streeton.
- Maybe we could be in it.
Like extras buying cars.
I could be on TV.
Does Lisa have a television?
- Burn rubber, Sarge.
I can hear the surf calling.
- Egg's there. He's watching.
- Egg? No way.
This was the last place
Egg would want to be.
Mental note: find out why
Egg's behaving so strangely.
- Hey you, James Dean.
Get out of there!
- I hoped Egg's eviction
from Big Barry Streeton's
might create a big enough diversion
so we could slip away unnoticed.
Please, God. Send me an earthquake.
About 9.5 on the Richter
scale should do it.
Sarge! Unless we're
moving in five seconds,
I swear I'm filing for adoption.
- Right you are, son.
- Hey, I'm walking here.
I said I'm walking here.
- Could the day get any worse?
By the time half the town
had pushed Dad and Frida
down the main street,
we made it to the beach.
And the surf started to work its magic.
I decided it was
impossible being a Leonard.
I know they mean well,
but is it too much to ask
that we slip under the normal radar
just once in a while?
And then, just when I figured
out how normal we weren't...
- How was the surf, mate?
- Enlightening, Sarge.
- Champion.
- Phillip went and raised
the bar even higher.
- You gotta teach me how to kiss.
I've decided to take my
relationship with Lisa
to the next level.
- What relationship, Phillip?
She's 23, you're 10. She's...
- 2.3 times my age, correct.
But when I'm 17, and
she's 30, she'll only be
1.7 times older.
Time is on my side.
- Yeah, well, while you've
got your calculator out,
Mr. Math genius, you're
also a whole lot shorter.
- Good point. I'll make a note.
Be taller.
So, you'll teach me?
- Phillip, I've had one
relationship with Vicki.
And that lasted six hours, 43 minutes...
- 18 seconds, I know.
The whole town knows.
But at least you locked lips.
Were they open or closed?
Someone said I should
practise with an orange.
Is that a good idea?
- It had to be genetic.
Weirdness passed down the family tree.
I bet Egg never had these problems.
He was an only child.
He never had a brother to drive him nuts.
Or experience the trauma
of a Leonard family outing.
- Support your blue light discos.
- Support Lisa's blue light disco.
- I suppose it was too much to hope for,
an earthquake outside the church.
Okay, maybe I'd settle
for a plague of locusts.
- Okay, Lockie, I'll get
you to come in close.
For the Parish Gazette.
- Okay. Phillip.
- Ready? Wait, wait.
Vicki, you too.
Good publicity. Now you're a TV star.
- Put your arm around her, Lockie.
- So when's your ad gonna be on the tele?
- Never, I hope.
- So, how tall do you think you are, Lisa?
- 160 centimetres.
- Here we go! Everybody smile.
Thanks.
- We can stop smiling now?
- One thing I could always count on.
Mum wasn't into church.
So, when she came to pick us up,
she'd always be in a hurry to leave.
- I promise, I will take you
apart nut by nut, bolt by bolt,
screw by screw and sell
you off for paper weight.
- Might be time you thought
about trading this old girl in,
Mrs. Leonard?
Perfect timing with my anniversary sale.
What do you say, son?
- Meanwhile, Egg phoned.
Wanted to meet me at his favourite spot.
One day the Leonard family weirdness genes
are gonna kick in. Nothing surer.
And I'm gonna mutate into a total nutcase.
- Give it a rest. Banging on
about your family all morning.
- Woah, what's up with you?
- Why didn't your mum come to church?
- Cause she's not religious.
What does that have to do with anything?
- Want to know why my mum doesn't go?
- I'm simply asking what
you think of my sculptures.
- I don't have an opinion.
- How can you not have an opinion?
That's what sculptures do,
they evoke opinion.
- Just like my sermons, but
you never offer me an opinion
when I ask.
- You want my opinion? This sucks?
At least your parents
still love each other.
- I suspected things weren't
quite right at Egg's place
but I never knew they were this bad.
Make mental note, strike
previous mental note.
No need to ask Egg why
he's behaving so strangely.
- The drummer from Goliath
has a car like that.
That car's going somewhere
even when it's standing still.
- Is that why you sit in it?
To get away from the fights?
- Some days, I reckon Mum and Rev
only stay together because of me.
If I wasn't around,
I'm sure they'd get a divorce.
- Suddenly, my problems
didn't seem so big anymore.
- Yeah, yeah, that's it. Keep it going.
Good and steady. Yeah, good
on ya, like that, steady.
Ease off! Ease off, ease off! Ease off!
You flooded it.
- I've not flooded it, Sarge.
It's old, it's tired, it's worn out
and we need to get rid of it.
- It's a piece of Leonard family history.
- Well, I don't give a noodle
about family history, Sarge.
Mr. Streeton has made us
a perfectly good offer.
- Mr. Streeton...
- It was the strangest
sound I'd ever heard,
Mum and the Sarge having an arguement.
- I just want a car that
starts when I turn the key
that doesn't leak when it rains
and doesn't smell like Lockie's old socks.
- Now I understood Egg's car thing.
Don't wanna be here. Gotta escape.
Turn on some music.
Think of something else.
Something nice.
Something like
vanilla ice cream. Perfect.
- Rules of the break up are
you will not speak to Vicki,
you will not sit beside her in class,
you will not stand in the
same queue at lunch time,
and you will never ever dream about her.
Are we clear, beansprouts?
- Okay, something that
doesn't involve divorce.
Yes! No complications
of the family kind here.
And man, could she surf.
- Should I practise with
skin on or skin off?
- Phillip, I'm busy here. Go away.
- Doing what?
Fine, skin off. Gentler on the lips.
- Why couldn't anything be simple?
Mum and Sarge could keep Frida
and buy another car.
And Egg could have his
Mum and the Rev back
the way they were.
- You didn't have an opinion,
so I'll assume it's no good.
- Yeah, just like my sermon. Rubbish.
- Okay, so maybe Egg's problems
couldn't be fixed that easily.
Unlike Phllip, who was ready to tackle his
with a bag of oranges and a calculator.
- Shady looking character
we've got here, Constable.
Hang on. Looks like my
Phillip, only taller.
- Just dropped in on my way home.
- You've you've
grown a bit there, son.
- 30 centimetres to be exact, Sarge.
- 30 centimetres. Outstanding!
- Hello, is this today's roster?
I see Lisa's due to finish in two minutes
and 45 seconds to be exact.
- Well, you'd be spot on there, son.
If only your sarge wasn't
such a decent bloke
and hadn't given her an early mark
so she can go to netball practise.
- Netball?
But what if there's a crime
or something important?
- Phillip, what have you been eating?
What's that around your mouth?
- It's new lip cream. Citrus flavour.
To stop them from cracking.
Not that there's any
reason why they'd crack.
- Sarge! It's that boy. The
one that dresses in black.
I told him to stay away from that car.
- What car would that be Mr. Streeton?
- The one that's been
stolen from my car yard!
- While Mr. Streeton
chewed the Sarge's ear,
I figured if I gave
Frida a bit of a polish,
maybe Mum wouldn't be so mad.
But it still looked like
a clapped out old wreck.
- Hi.
- They mystery girl. Without the wet suit.
- What?
- Did I just say that out loud?
- You all right?
- No. Yes!
Sorry. My head and my mouth
just seemed to have
developed a short circuit.
Must be the fumes. Hi!
- I was just heading out for a surf.
I thought you might want to come.
- Okay, got to be significant.
Mystery girl found out where I lived,
wants to go surfing can
only mean one thing.
She likes me.
- Maybe another day.
- No, wait. I'll just get my stuff.
- Lockie, we have to talk.
- Skin off, okay, skin off.
- Egg knicked a car.
- What?
- The old one. From the car yard.
Mr. Streeton said he stole it.
- Are you coming or what?
- Say yes. Go surfing.
Say yes. Please.
No, don't make me wrestle
with my conscience.
Should I help Egg or go
surfing with you know who?
Egg with the greasy hair,
or Mystery Girl with the
smile and the perky bum.
Sorry, can't, gotta help out a mate.
- Good decision.
- Where do you think you're going?
- Netball.
- Yep. It's definitely missing.
- That car is the only
car in this entire yard
that's not for sale.
You wanna know why?
Show him the photo, doll.
Because it's priceless.
That car is part of the family.
- Don't worry, Mrs. Streeton,
that car will stand out in
Angelus like a train wreck.
- There, there. The
police will get it back.
Won't ya, sergeant?
And when you find the
troublemaker that stole it,
I want him charged to the
full extent of the law.
- Fair enough, too.
One last thing.
I noticed the car is a manual gearshift,
none of your modern automatic nonsense.
- Last of its kind.
- It'd be unusual for a 13 year old
to be able to drive a
manual, wouldn't you say?
- Feels like more than just cds.
What's the deal? Where ya goin?
- I figured maybe Mum
and Dad would be happier
if I wasn't around.
- Man! This was heavy.
Egg running away from home.
What do I do? What do I say?
What would Sarge do in a crisis?
Clancy of the Overflow by Banjo Paterson.
- Are you all right?
- No, I'm not all right. You can't leave.
Where are you gonna go?
What am I gonna do for a best mate?
What if your mum and the Rev
are going crazy with worry?
I know if I went missing,
Sarge would be gnawing
his arms off by now.
It took all of about five
minutes to convince Egg
that running away from
home was a dumb idea.
Sarge would have been proud of me.
- You're right. You
would be lost without me.
- No, maybe you should
hang out here for a while.
Til things cool off a bit.
Your car's been knicked
and Streeton thinks you did it.
- What? Man.
- Wait here. I'll be back in a while.
- Where ya going?
- I'll not speak to Vicki Streeton.
I'll not sit beside her in class.
I will not stand in the same queue.
And I promise, I will never ever
dream about her.
- What are you doing here?
- I know I'm breaking
all the break up rules.
But I was hoping to talk to your dad.
- He's not here.
- He thinks Egg stole his car.
- I've heard. Ten times already.
Could hit 20 by dinner.
- Well, I know he didn't do it, okay?
So, if you could just tell your dad that.
- As if he'd listen to me.
He's too worried about his stupid sale
and his stupid ad to care
about who really took the car.
- I guess Vicki's family
weren't as perfect as they seemed either.
- Who is it, love?
- It's no one.
Saturday.
The ad. It's on TV Saturday.
- Nothing else for it.
If Mr. Streeton wouldn't listen,
talk to someone who would:
the Sarge.
Are you sure this is a shortcut?
- No, I just love golf.
Such an interesting game.
- Maybe Sarge's mate upstairs is making up
for the lack of earthquakes
and locust plagues
because right there and then,
in the middle of the ninth tee.
- It's the car!
That's it. It's the car.
The perfect metal on wheels.
- My car!
- It's the guy from the car yard.
- My car, you're not
getting it. Now clear off.
- Fore!
- My car. You hit my car!
I'm coming for yas.
- Geez, it pongs in here.
- What are you doing?
- So, he can't drive away.
You better head home.
I'll give this to Sarge.
I don't often get stuff right.
But I was spot on about Egg's parents.
- When we saw you'd taken your things.
- We were so worried.
- We may argue sometimes,
but there's one thing
we absolutely agree on.
We both love you to bits.
- Maybe the Leonard genes
weren't so weird after all.
Sarge explained to me
what he told Mr. Streeton.
- Homeless fellow, early
20s, beard, longish hair.
Called himself Monster,
reckoned the car was his.
Been through a bit of a rough draws?
It's, still got a but of a pong.
I don't think there's much
to be gained in charging him.
Right.
I'll see you on the tele then.
- Family cars, family
deals, so come on down.
- It's on.
- It's on, it's on, it's on!
- Look, there's
Vicki. Isn't she lovely?
- Come on down to Big Barry
Streeton's anniversary sale.
- Where family is our business.
And our business is family.
- Bit syrupy.
- Yeah. I wouldn't buy
a car from that man.
He looks a little bit shifty.
- Would you buy a special off that man,
would you monkey boy?
Would monkey boy buy one?
Would monkey boy like a little banana?
- There are some things you
would never want to trade.
Like the moment Mystery
Girl asked me to go surfing.
And the moment Phillip
almost got to kiss Lisa.
- Lisa run out of oranges at Netball.
Lucky I had some left
over, so we shared one.
I reckon that was as good as a kiss.
- True enough.
- Remember when we used
to take the old girl
to the drive?
Remember when I raced you to the hospital
when Lockie was on the way?
- And Phillip.
- What do you reckon, Lock,
should we trade her in?
- Not a chance, Sarge. Not a chance.