I keep having this dream...
where I wake up in my bed...
and all I can hear is this yapping.
I go in the hall...
and I see this guy sitting in a chair.
He's got a cap on him and his head's down...
so I can't see his face.
I yell at him...
but the guy won't look at me.
And the yapping is getting louder and louder.
I walk down and say, 'Hey mate, you alright?'
And he just sits there, says nothing.
I lift his head up with my hands...
and he's got this cut across his neck.
It looks like a big fucking mouth.
I lean down closer...
and I see this Chihuahua...
sitting inside his neck...
looking back at me...
yapping.
Yapping at me.
Oh!
I was just wondering maybe next Saturday...
whether you want to go out to dinner, to the Chinese place?
Are you asking me out on a date?
Yeah. You know, it's really nice.
Sounds good.
Excellent.
Take your mind off things for a while.
Get out of the house.
Fuck!
- I needed to ask you, actually. - Yep.
If you wouldn't mind.
Tomorrow night I've got to go and see the ex.
I was hoping maybe you could watch over them for a couple of hours for me.
Anytime you want a hand like that, I'm happy to do it.
What do you reckon?
- Honestly? - Yeah.
Our next challenger is a turf farmer by day...
and an entertainer by night who dreams of winning an Oscar.
From Kandinya in Victoria, we welcome Rowan Clancy.
Oh fucking hell, Alex, your feet stink.
Now you sell grass for a living then,
is that right mate?
Yes, instant lawn, Glenn.
Oh, sorry, sorry.
My fault there. My fault.
But tell us more about Draculas. That sounds like a lot of fun.
So Jamie, how's that girl you're seeing?
She's pretty good.
Seen her lately?
- I saw her on the weekend. - Oh yeah.
Doing alright with her?
- Her parents like me. - Oh yeah, you met them?
Good.
So what's the girl's name?
I'm not telling you. You might steal her.
When are you seeing her again?
- Probably on the weekend. - Oh yeah.
What do you reckon? Not too bad?
Good.
Hey Jeffery, can we watch that kangaroo movie again?
Kangaroo movie?
Which one's that?
The one that the kangaroo hops on.
Umm...
Ohh...
Turn to your side.
Look at the camera.
Put your arms up.
Put your hands behind your head.
Turn to me.
Hello, anyone home?
- Is your Mum here, mate? - Yes.
Scratching the hairs on your arse.
- Nice bickie? - Yep.
You must be Elizabeth.
I am, mate.
- You know who I am? - I do.
- Mind if I sit down? - Help yourself, mate.
So, nice area.
You been here long?
Yeah, I have.
So we've heard.
Mmm.
I've got something to tell you, Dizzy Lizzie.
Thanks, Mum.
Do you want eggs, boys?
Here you go, babe.
- Sweetheart. - Thanks, Mum.
Here, sweetheart.
Yummy?
Good boys.
What have you done, Jeffery?
What have you fucking done?
What have you fucking done to my fucking boys?
What?
I said fucking what?
What have you fucking done?
What? What?
Fucking what?
Tell me now!
My boys!
Fucking what?
Fucking what!
Jeffery!
I'm gonna fucking kill you!
Fuck you!
Northern Police.
I need to make a statement about my boys.
What address, please?
13 Farrow Road.
As soon as possible, please.
Yep.
What a friend we have in Jesus
All our sins and grief to bear
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer
O what peace we often forfeit
O what needless pain we bear
All because we do not carry
Would you bow with me in prayer.
Lord, as we depart this place in the name of Christ Jesus...
be with us in our waking...
and our sleeping and our raising...
and our getting up and our going out...
until we meet again in the week to come.
In the name of Christ Jesus.
I really miss you, you know?
I love you so much.
Give it one more try, huh?
Don't know.
I miss seeing the boys.
I miss seeing you.
Hey!
Cut it out.
Boys, inside!
Boys!
You're right. I was lucky there.
- But I can't forgive him. - Well nobody's asking you to.
Well what the hell do you all want, then?
I just want you to give yourself a break.
Stop making out like you don't care.
- I don't. - That's crap, Angel.
You lost your father.
Jamie.
What are you, a shrink?
No. No, I'm your best mate.
Get off the tracks!
Don't be stupid. It's safe.
Obviously it's not.
For he's a jolly good fat cunt
With an ugly beard as well
What do you call twenty five lesbians stacked up on top of each other?
No idea.
A block of flaps.
You like that one, Barry?
You like that one?
- Gidday, mate. I'm John. - Morning, babe.
- How're you doing? - It's Jamie.
- You alright? - Pretty good.
Nice to meet you.
Take a seat, mate.
You hungry, yeah?
I've got some bacon and eggs going. Do you want that?
- Yeah. - Yeah? Alright.
- You hungry again, mate? - Yes.
You eat like a fucking horse, you do, don't you?
You want some eggs and bacon and everything?
- Yes, please. - Yeah?
Sausages? You want a sausage too, Jamie?
- Yep. - Yep.
Alright. There we go.
I'll just get this up then I'll look after you, alright?
Jamie mate, I'm really sorry if I woke you up last night too, mate.
Just had to deal with that fucking prick across the road, eh?
Don't worry about it, Jamie.
John'll take care of that bit of shit.
It's just not alright, mate, you know what I mean?
I mean, if the kids were from the fucking city...
I bet they'd look after them real quick, you know what I mean?
He wouldn't be out on bail in a fucking day, would he?
This is my eldest boy, Troy.
Gidday, mate. I'm John. How are you?
Jesus, a barrel of fucking laughs, he is.
What, did he have a big night, love?
I'd assume so, yes.
Live one, is he?
Absolutely.
Troy, cut it out!
I don't think he likes us. Is that it?
Troy, come on!
I'm late.
Yeah, give it a go, mate.
Been having pains.
Yeah?
I'm craving gherkins and cheese.
Yeah?
I think I might be pregnant.
Woo-hoo! Yeah!
Alright!
There you go.
Alright, grab the straps. That's it.
Give us a look.
Make sure you hold on really tight for me, alright?
There you go.
On you get.
Hold on tight! Hold on properly.
Nice and tight, mate. You ready?
Got his foot in foot peg? That's it.
Hold on tight, babe!
There you go.
- What do you say? - Thank you.
- Thank you. Good one. - That's a good boy.
- There you go. - Thank you.
- I like to hear manners. - Yeah, good on ya. Hey?
Come here. Come here. There you go.
Chuck it at the house.
There you go, mate. Chuck it out.
Chuck it at the house. Go on.
Come here, come here, come here.
Have a look.
Come on, come on.
Oi! Good work.
Anyone touch my kids,
I'm going to go honey over a fucking bullants' nest.
Yeah, and rightly so, mate.
Rightly so.
Or a hungry rat in a tube and let them eat their fucking dick off.
- Right. - You know, full on.
Those fucking dirty bastards deserve--
- In a nutshell. - In a nutshell.
- The system's fucked isn't it, really? - Full on.
Here's an example how the system's fucked, right?
And I know you can go along with this, Nige...
because this has happened to your boys, hasn't it?
- Yes. - Now here we go.
They've got a police check, don�t they? To get into teaching at schools, right?
- Yep, and working. - Absolutely.
- And volunteering. - A fucking police check, right?
So Claire across the road, right? We all know her.
She's a great girl, she's been studying for six years,
She's been studying to be a teacher.
She goes to get a fucking job, she can't get a job...
because she stole a fucking watch when she was 18.
But Mr. Fucking Bum Puncher, your mates, mate.
No, they're not my mates.
No, they're all your fucking friends, Barry. We know, mate.
- Yeah, I know mate - - They can just stroll into schools.
Just strolls into school, right?
Yeah, you're a nasty character.
No, no, no fucking worries, no fucking worries.
And takes my kiddie...
- to the fucking bathroom. - Oh, there's the keys, mate. Absolutely.
There's your fucking keys. The gents are just down the hall.
- Have a fiddle, on us. On us. - Have a smorgasbord, mate.
And what did the school do about that?
The school? The school actually did absolutely nothing.
Nothing.
I honestly don't see an answer to any of our questions.
- And when you-- - I don't see a solution to any of it.
I'm fuckin' sick to death of it, I really am.
I've had a gutful, and sitting around here talking about it,
it's all great, we're all venting. That's fucking fantastic.
But it's happening right fuckin' now, right while we're sitting here.
Some little kid's being touched up.
But how difficult--
Can you please go back in there with the boys?
I really don't want you here.
No Jamie, it's alright, mate. You can stay.
No John, I really don't want him a part of this, John.
No, it's... it's alright. It's alright love. He's a big boy.
He is going to learn more in here than he is in--
Tell him to go back inside.
Come here, mate. Come here, mate.
I really don't want him in here, John.
Hey hey, it's alright love. It's alright.
He's a big boy. He's a big boy. You want to sit down, mate?
- You want to join in? Yeah. - Yeah, I want to sit down.
Rob, get up for him, would ya?
Take a seat, mate.
- Do you want a beer? - Yeah.
You want to push the legislation...
up to the welfare and the dogs too.
Hey, hey, it's alright. It's alright.
I'm sleeping in the bedroom. You've got the couch.
How are you, mate?
- You want to join in the conversation? - Yeah.
You can't blame every gay for being a paedophile.
I want to ask you a question. Yes, you can.
Our queer friend here...
thinks that it's okay for poofter teachers to teach at school.
What do you think about that?
- I don't know. - Go on, mate.
Tell us what you really think. We're all friends here.
I don't think they should be doing that.
Don't think they should be doing that, do you?
Touching up your friends.
Stay behind class, please, I need to see ya.
That's not fucking right, is it?
Well some boys know what they want, don't they?
Shut up, Barry.
They're children.
What do you reckon? What should happen to 'em?
- Fucking kill 'em. - Kill 'em.
Well done!
What, are you gonna go and kill the rest of the world?
I could name 250 'round here.
Shut up, Barry.
You've gotta take it in your own hands because I bet you,
I bet you after you kick the shit--
I bet you after you kick the shit out of that fucking pedo...
he's gonna put his cock away, and he didn't touch no other kid after.
And that's exactly what me and Rob are doing, aren't we mate?
- Right on. - You know what I mean?
There should be more people like me doing it.
- You're right. - There should be more people like you.
I mean, you should see the hours that we put in.
You gotta take it into your own hands.
- Morning, mate. - Morning.
How'd you sleep?
Pretty good.
Come over here mate and pick that up and put it in the bucket for me.
Just put all those in there.
Chuck them in the bucket.
And the tail, too.
- Head as well? - Yeah, mate. All in.
Woo!
That was a fucking bastard, wasn't it?
Yep.
In she goes.
Give it a go.
Go on mate, put your back into it.
That's enough.
Pick up the bucket.
Get his fucking couch.
Pick up the bucket.
That's it.
You can go a bit slower if you want.
You're a natural, mate.
- You want to go up a gear? - Yeah.
Yeah, alright.
Put your hand on the clutch, clutch in, foot underneath the peg.
Up. There you go.
Release the clutch, give it a bit.
There you go. Look at that.
There's a man...
back to normal square leg...
even perhaps sometimes behind square leg...
when the left hander bounces you.
That's where the top edge can go...
Oi. What's on?
I don't know.
Is that your boyfriend?
What?
What are you gonna do about it, punk?
- Fuck off. - Come on.
What are you gonna do? Let's go. Come on, what have you got?
Ya got nothing. Come on pussy, get up.
Look at you, just laying in bed.
Let's go. Come on, get up.
Let's go. Come on. Let's go. What have you got?
Come on. Come on, whaddya got?
What have you got, huh? What have you got?
Come on.
Fucking bitch.
Whaddya got?
You can see his leg there.
Tries to to get it outside the line, it's very close...
and you can see him straight away looking back up at the umpire,
eyes wide open and that is a sense of relief.
Wide World of Sports Memorabilia is celebrating the performance by...
David Boon with the limited edition 500 of the bat on the left there,
seven hundred and fifty dollars framed, including courier costs.
That's the phone number and...
have a look at the picture on David on the bat there.
You can see this bat beautifully framed, actually.
All the details of his career down the side,
and that is painted on, handpainted,
that picture of David Boon, his personal signature.
And then that cross shot appears,
that shot he played so well down at the bottom --
So how was school today, boys?
Bad.
Bad?
I thought you loved school, mate.
Isn't there some little girl that you've got your eye on?
- What? - Yeah?
Didn't you tell me about this little girl you got your eye on?
What?
- Thought her name was Aleisha. - No.
Cute little girl you were telling me about last week.
You couldn't stop talking about her.
How's the food, Troy?
It's that good you're eating it, is it?
Hey, John.
What are you going to be doing with that, mate?
Oh, I don't know, mate.
Think I might extend, mate.
Hey?
Oh, I'm thinking of extending, mate.
Get a new room out here.
- Room extension? - Yeah.
Yeah, I'm thinking an entertainment system or something.
Go the whole nine yards.
Yeah, mate. A big screen TV,
subbies, whole nine yards.
That'd be alright, wouldn't it?
When's opening night?
Oh yeah, it's coming on.
You'll get the opening night ticket for sure.
- He's off his fucking tree. - Yeah.
Hey love, can we get some water, please?
In the army, I was a sniper rifle.
I shot hundreds of people when I was doing...
when we were in the...
when you're in the barracks, there's about sixteen --
The Trip. That's what he's known as.
He's a nasty sadist.
Anything under 16 is fine by him.
He lives at 16 Wilson Lane.
Then there's Jason Fry.
At 21 Chester Road.
Runs his fingers through his arse...
And then he sits down the park all day watching and wanking.
Then there's Barry Stone.
Hang on, mate.
And they get down and they run around in trees...
and whoever's left on the ground, they shoot in the face.
Alright.
Barry Stone
At 203 Bourke Road.
Chucks kids' parties for all the methadone mothers.
He's got one pocketful of jubes.
The other pocket's cut out and he's playing snakes.
They don't know where the kids are, they don't know where he is.
Then there's Tony "The Frog" Thompson--
Hang on, mate.
- Tony "The Frog"-- - Hang on.
Then there's Tony "The Frog" Thompson.
He's a nasty bit of work.
And I want in on him, John.
He lives at 225 Alexander Place.
And he just smashes 'em.
Sodomises 'em on the lounge room floor and...
And I know.
He's a fucking faggot.
When somebody tells you--
Drives an old Valiant.
-- you go up to the front and you try to shoot bullets around them.
When the tanks come...
Is that it?
Yeah, that's all I've got.
Where'd you pick him up from?
Someone's gotta have someone, John.
-- very happy because it's what you're paid to do.
You can go home and you try to have a proper life but you can't.
When your Commander tells you to move on, you move on.
If you got... get shot, well then that's too bad, that's part of your life-
Hmm...
Do you think Liz is gonna like this?
What?
Think your Mum's gonna like this?
Oh, probably not, but who cares?
I reckon I look good, mate.
Hey, do you mind if I stay over?
Of course, mate.
You're more than welcome.
You alright?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
- You hungry? - Yeah.
Alright.
Do you like snow peas?
Don't know. Never had them before.
You've never had snow peas before?
No.
Look out.
Well don't wait for me or anything.
Mixing it all together.
- Not too hot? - No, it's good.
It's good?
It's what they call a green curry.
Is that because of the peas?
It's probably because it's green.
Rice is a bit overcooked. Sorry about that.
That's alright. Tastes good anyway.
- Huh? - Tastes good anyway.
Do you like being fucked?
What?
Do you like being fucked?
No.
So why not do something about it?
Because all I ever see you do is sook, mate.
- I do not. - No?
What'd you do about Jeffery?
Fucking nothing.
You see me and Robert moping around?
Hmm?!
No, you don't...
because you do that and they fuck you forever.
Do you want that, do you?
When are ya gonna grow some balls, mate?
You ever shot a gun before?
Well go on, pick it up, see how it feels.
Feel good?
Yeah?
Do you wanna shoot it?
Yeah?
Shoot it.
At what?
Shoot the dog.
Come on. Come here.
Come here. Good girl.
Shoot the dog.
No.
No? Why not?
She's my dog, mate. I don't really give a shit.
Oh look, mate.
You don't even have to look at her.
You just shoot it.
Yeah?
Come here. Kelly, come here.
Get up.
You want to do something about this?
Shoot the dog.
Go on, mate. Shoot it.
Shoot it.
Shoot the fucking dog!
Dog's not dead.
Give me the gun.
Give it to me.
BARRY ON ANSWERING Hello, Chris?
It's is your brother, Barry.
I thought you should know I'm on my way to Queensland.
I don't know if I'm going to hitch all the way, or catch the bus.
I should be there in a couple of days.
Don't reckon I'll be home for a while, mate.
Can you tell Mum?
See ya, mate.
Yeah, go and load it up, babe. I'm hungry.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
You didn't eat much lunch today, did ya?
No.
- You hungry, boys? - Yeah.
Okay, who wants a bit of mash?
Yeah.
Is that enough for you or you want some more?
- More. - More.
- Please. - Good manners, mate.
- That'll do. - That'll do?
- What about you? - I'll have some. Just a bit.
I'm going to need some help tomorrow with umm...
with some stuff out the back, boys, alright?
Ah-hmm.
We're going to move some rubbish in some bags.
Alright?
- Yep. - Yeah.
Oi.
You're going to eat your vegetables tonight, aren't you?
Because if you don't, you're not going anywhere.
I don't want to boast, but we had a terrific year in chemicals.
We developed the bastard white out which takes 45 minutes to dry.
The bastard pencil. The lead is broken every centimetre.
But the big one's finally come through and we've developed...
the bastard cellophane for wrapping sweets for picture theatres.
Gidday, Ray.
How're you going, John?
Good, mate. And you?
Oh, yeah.
You're a bit close, aren't ya?
No worries, John. I'm gonna get going.
How long has he been out there?
I'm not sure.
You keeping an eye on him for me?
Yeah, of course I am, John.
Don't worry about him. He's harmless.
You know that's not true, love.
Well why? What have you heard?
That he's been down the school again, flashing himself.
I haven't heard nothing like that.
Seems okay. He's very quiet, keeps to himself.
I don't mind.
Here, have something to eat. You look all tense.
Oh, thanks love.
Don't worry about him.
Turn around.
What's up?
You alright?
Cat lost your tongue?
- Yours. Yours! - No, yours.
Hey, fucking watch the water.
Fuck this wind.
I've had some fuckin' women, but...
it's been a while since I've actually had some true love.
Mate, do you know,
I don't know if you've felt it before but...
the last romantic thing I can remember doing, bro,
you know, like I say, it's been a while,
and I wined and dined her, you know, did the whole nine yard thing.
Hmm...
I booked a hotel on Glen Osmond Road,
took her to a hotel- I think it's called Eagle On The Hill, right?
It's a real classy restaurant dude, right?
Cost me hundreds of dollars obviously to pay for it.
But she was worth it, mate.
She was beautiful, you know what I mean?
- I loved her. - Yeah, I know.
Yeah, wined and dined her, you know what I mean?
And afterwards, I think it's called Windy Point, or whatever it is.
- It's a lookout, right? - Up in the hills?
Up in the hills, alright?
Which was beautiful, know what I mean?
Got into each other, got a little bit heated,
you know what I mean?
But in that loving, caring, sort of nurturing feeling way.
Yeah, yeah.
And umm...
And took her back to the hotel room,
and you know, it wasn't fucking,
you know, and see you later.
There was something more to it, you know?
Substance, mate. Substance.
I miss it.
So what's he going to do with this now?
He was talking about making a bomb shelter.
Who the fuck's gonna bomb us, brother?
I don't know, man.
Shit.
Yeah, he's got some big ideas.
Jamie, just go.
- Just fuckin' go. Just go! - What's up, Mum?
- Just-- - She said fuck off!
What the fuck? Everything alright?
Just go, mate. Drive.
Hello, Suzanne.
It's Ray.
I've met some girl...
and I don't need to stay in the caravan anymore.
If I've left anything behind...
you can keep it.
It's all yours.
Thanks, sweetheart.
Bye.
Where's John?
He's not here, mate.
What happened?
We had a fight.
Don't fuck this up, Mum.
- You still up, mate? - Yeah, I guess.
- You been roo shooting? - Yeah.
- Give us a hand? - Yeah, sure.
Lord, I just want to lift Lynn to you today.
Thank you for bringing her back to us...
and just pray continue to encourage her...
and bless her,
comfort her as she grieves the loss of her grandfather...
together with other family members...
who will be grieving his loss as well.
Okay, thank you.
Is there anyone else who'd like to...
to share anything with the congregation this morning?
Elizabeth?
Do you want to come out the front,
or do you rather me bring the microphone to you?
I'll stand here. Is that okay?
Yeah, I can bring it to you. That's alright.
Thanks, mate.
- It's ok, love. Go on. - Thanks, mate.
It's ok, love. You'll be alright.
I just... I wanted to say...
It's okay.
I just really love my family, love my boys, mate.
Okay, thanks Elizabeth, for sharing that.
Okay, is there anyone else who would like to...
share anything with the congregation?
- Went fishing. - Did you catch anything?
- Yeah, tommy rough. - Yeah?
Yeah, got a freezer full at home now. You should come over.
That's alright.
- Bring the boys. - Yep.
We can have a barbie, hey Dave?
Be nice to get 'em away. Something different.
Yeah, that's right.
No, they should come down one weekend. Be good.
- You alright? - Oh, hey John.
- Good to see you, mate. - Yeah, you too mate.
- Marcus gave us a lift home. - Oh yeah.
You remember David?
Yeah. Gidday, mate.
I was just tellin' Liz...
Dave got himself an apprenticeship, John.
- Did he? - Yeah, a mechanic.
That's cool.
Dave's been at the job two weeks now.
Two weeks? Look out.
How's it been going?
It's alright.
As long as he sticks with it.
Away he goes.
It's a bit dirty is it, mate?
Jesus, mate. They're flash.
What do you call those?
They're Nike Airs.
They must have cost a bit.
They did.
First week's pay and all.
Why not?
Splash out.
Yeah.
Why not?
What do you call them?
Cheap.
Have a look at your brother.
Looks like a fucking monkey up there.
Let's go. Come on.
No, mate. No monkey in me.
Chicken shit. Come on, get up here.
Chicken shit?
- No mate, I'm alright down here. - Come on.
Let's go. Come on!
Thanks, chief.
Shall I, be it again?
That's right, I'm being an idiot, aren't I?
Would the boys and girls care to join in?
Ooh! Here's Glenn.
- Hello. - Hey.
Hello. Hello Mary.
What are you being?
If you'd been here on time Glen--
How was the movie?
- Pretty shit. - Yeah?
- Where's Mum? - She's asleep.
Right.
Oi! Where's my hug?
Come here.
Big hug, big hug. Squeeze.
Arghh!
Alright, goodnight.
Sleep well. Oh, you want a kiss, do ya?
Want your kiss down there?
Just letting you know, I spilt some milk.
- Oh, did ya? - Yep.
You gonna make me clean it up, are ya?
Yep.
What happened to your hand?
Come on.
Come and say hello to Barry.
Put your hands on top of your head.
- Take a deep breath. - Fucking told you...
- he's as weak as piss-- - Shut up, mate.
Get him a glass of water
He was a waste, Jamie.
He was a fucking junkie.
Fuck, it wasn't his fault!
Calm the fuck down. Calm the fuck down.
- Piss off! - You wanna go me, huh?
You wanna fuckin' go me? Uh?
You wanna go me, do you? Uh?
Club me in the fuckin' head again, mate. Go on.
OK! Hey! Hey!
- Piss off! - Hey, come here.
He was my fucking friend.
He was a fucking junkie.
He was my friend.
Come on, look at me.
What?
He was my fucking friend, and you killed him.
He fucking deserved it, mate. Come here. Come here.
Calm down. Calm down.
Hey? Calm down.
What if that was your mother?
What if that was one of your brothers, hey?
He was my fucking friend.
And he was a fucking waste, wasn't he?
Big fucking junkie, eh?
I'm only looking after you, mate.
- I'm looking after you. - Let go!
I'm looking after you.
When you calm the fuck down...
you do what you need to do.
That's his card.
Alright?
Fuck you.
Go and pack his clothes up.
Go on.
Fuck you, man.
Get out of here.
There's this chick that I know, known her for a lot of years,
And she had this boyfriend, partner, thing, whatever.
And she actually found that guy in bed with her daughter.
How old was his daughter?
She was about six or seven at the time.
She kicked him out for maybe, I don't know, 48 hours...
then took him back into her home with that daughter...
and just let him live there.
Just let that fucker live in her house.
You wouldn't do that, would ya?
- Fuck no. - What would you do?
Oh, first chance I got, I would fucking...
probably skin his penis.
What about you, Nigel? What would you do, mate?
Shove a.38 up his arse and pull the trigger.
- That's it? - That's too easy.
What do you reckon before that?
Come on, I know. I can see something in you.
There's something else you'd do before that, wouldn't you?
Yeah, I'd kick the absolute fuck out of him. Cut his throat.
Yeah. Break every fuckin' bone in his body.
Cut his cock off, shove it in his mouth. See ya later.
Say, 'how the fuck do you like it?'
Put a fucking candle in the cock eye,
see you later, happy birthday and then up the arse, right?
Just shove some bloody waterproof match heads up his dick.
Fucking nice.
What about you, mate. What would you do?
Don't be a fucking pussy, mate. Have a go.
- Stop it, John. - Stop what?
Just your mean shit.
Are you saying it's okay for these people...
to just go on with what they're doing?
You should just get 'em all in one--
It's just not even about that anymore, mate.
And blow them all up.
What are you even fucking talking about, Liz?
It's not about that.
It's not fucking mean if you kick the shit out of some diseased prick.
He fucking deserves it.
It's an Australian fucking tradition anyway.
Hey?
Look at Anzac Day, for Christ's sake.
The whole country applauds a bunch of blokes...
who killed and tortured men, don't they?
Why do they do that?
Because they fucking deserved it, didn't they?
See, I don't get it. What's the difference between me...
putting the boot in a fucking pink one...
- and them killing a yellow cunt? - You don't have a badge.
- I don't have a badge? - You don't have a badge.
That's it. Where's my fucking parade?
Yeah, where's your day?
You find something funny, mate?
What do you think about this?
If they don't touch me, I don't care.
That'd be right, wouldn't it?
Well that attitude is why it keeps going on, isn't it?
Not going to wait for you to protect my kids.
Leave it. Leave him out of it.
Hmm.
You wanna say something, Troy?
People like that just walk away.
Exactly. People that walk away and shut their fucking eyes -
He's the smart one.
Why is he the smart one, walking away?
He's just shutting his eyes to something that's so real and out there.
No, he just doesn't need to be here, listening to all this...
bravado about what you do.
Like, honestly. Would you do that shit?
I came here for dinner, alright?
Well you had your dinner, now fuck off.
Happy birthday to you
You look like a monkey
And you smell like one too!
- Hip hip! - Hooray!
Wow, a Sega game!
What the fuck!
- Get his head. Got it? - Yep.
Yep!
Yes!
Turn the telly on.
No!
Get the fucking bag.
Fuck off!
Get back in here now.
I said fuckin' now.
You gotta see this.
Come on.
Get up.
I can't fucking take it anymore, Mum.
Can't fuckin' take it anymore, Mum.
I don't want to fucking live here.
I don't wanna fucking live here.
I'm going away.
Don't you fucking call me.
I fucking hate you.
Troy. Hey, hey.
Look who's here.
Jamie.
What did I say?
I'm sorry, master.
Please forgive me.
I'm sick.
- Good boy. - Cure me.
Good boy.
Stop.
Head up, head up.
Again.
Stop.
Again.
Stop.
Again.
Stop.
Again.
Stop.
And again.
Just fucking do it!
Stop.
Hey.
Good boy.
Come on, Jamie.
How was your weekend?
- Good. Yep. - Was it good?
You sure? Were you good? Were you good?
Yeah, I was good.
What was the fight about?
Money.
Do you know where he went?
Mum, it's me, Troy.
I've gotta get away.
I can't fucking take it anymore, Mum.
I don't wanna fucking live here.
I fucking hate you, Mum.
Don't you fucking call me.
I'm going away.
Hello Mum?
I just wanted to call and tell you that I've met someone...
And his name's Andy.
Andy wants me to live up north...
so I'm going to.
Don't worry, you'd like him.
He's not like the others.
Love you. Bye.
Hi Mum, it's me, Fred.
I'm on my way to Perth.
I met a really nice girl.
I'll be back some time after Christmas.
Bye.
How are you, alright?
Mm-hmm.
So Fred, tell me, how long have you been schizophrenic?
- Um, a couple of years now. - Have you seen a psychiatrist?
Yeah, I have.
The psychiatrist diagnosed you with schizophrenia?
- Yeah. - Okay.
What's the symptoms of what you usually have with the schizophrenia?
Um, a lot of stuff.
A lot of stuff. Like headaches?
- Yeah. - Do you have negative thoughts?
Yeah.
So since you are on the medicine, do you feel different?
- Do you feel better? - Nuh.
You're supposed to sleep with such medication.
What about your mind?
Do you think it's not working properly sometimes?
- No. - Not at all.
Here you are, Fred. There's your certificate.
Just lodge them at a Centrelink. I'll see you later.
Have you got your Medicare card?
OK. Just sign next to the cross.
Okay, that all looks fine.
We'll reactivate your payments at the end of the day.
You'll receive your first payment a week from today.
So what I need you to do now Fred is sign here for me.
It's the 23rd.
'98.
Okay.
Okay, that's it, Fred. Any other questions?
So who is he?
He's Gary. He's just a spastic.
So you know him?
Yeah, sort of.
Would anyone miss him?
I don't know.
This is my pet python snake. It's a ju-jungle python snake.
It comes from the ah, top of Queensland.
It's a bit nasty, and um, it's about two years old...
and you can buy these um, rats from a pet store.
It's about five dollars a-a box.
Yeah, anyway...
Would you like to s-see me um, feeding the snake, Jamie?
Yeah, sure.
See how he's eating?
Yeah, he's beautiful, isn't he Jamie?
Um, this one's a um, jungle python.
- Is it? - Yes.
Um, he gets about eight feet long and um,
he comes from Queensland, north of Queensland.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
And his name's Bill Murray.
- Bill Murray? - Yeah, and um--
For fuck sake, Verna, can you get 'em out of here?
What do you want me to do?
Clean the house, look after the kids.
Just take the kids away, will ya?
If you manned up once in a while I wouldn't have to.
Oh for fuck's sake, just do it, will ya?
Alright kids, out!
Out.
Out back.
We'll leave the boys alone to talk about their private girly business.
- Thanks. - Pussy.
- Moll. - Out back!
Come on, all of you!
Jesus, mate, you're going to have to put a leash on that.
You got one big enough?
I could make one.
Might take a while, but.
I've been meaning to talk to you about that, John.
Why is that?
Me and Verna got into a bit of a blue the other night.
Drunk, carrying on.
She ended up starting to call me names.
You know, saying I was a pussy and I don't fuck her properly.
Do you, mate?
Well, how do you, really?
You tell me.
Roll her around first in flour to find the wet spot.
- You alright, mate? - Yeah.
We got bluing and...
when she called me a pussy, it just sort of come out.
I said, 'if I'm a pussy, why is it that I can bury blokes?'
So she sort of knows what's going on, John.
And I told her, mate.
I said, look, if you say anything to anyone...
I'll put you and the kids out in the streets.
She won't say nothing, mate.
So I feel really shit.
Just really sorry, John.
She won't say anything, mate.
- Promise ya. - It's alright, mate.
- Sorry, John. I feel awful. - Don't worry about it.
It happens.
You look like a fucking ghost hit ya.
Yeah.
Oi.
It's alright to smile.
I dare you to.
So how do ya fuck her, mate?
Step ladder.
Bucket.
Pull the bucket over her head and hang on to the handle.
It's strange, but Australia Post want to give her her own postcode.
- There ya go, mate. - Want me to stop by tonight?
No, you spend some time with your family, mate.
- Alright. - I'll call you tomorrow.
- No worries. Take it easy. - Yeah, you too.
You gotta stop fucking around with that shit, Jamie.
You fucking get off that shit. Alright?
You fuckin' get off that shit.
Okay?
Yeah.
Look at me.
You don't need to worry, alright?
They're nobody, mate.
No one gives a shit.
They're nothing.
The neighbours barely fucking notice when they go missing.
You did though, didn't you?
And your brothers.
You're lucky.
Aren't ya?
Good.
It's alright, mate.
Good boy.
It's alright.
I need you.
Better blow your fucking nose.
Go on.
I need you to take Alex away.
You right, mate?
Come here.
Mum, it's Verna.
I need to get away for a while.
Mark and I keep fighting.
I fucking hate his guts.
Can you watch the kids for me, please?
Don't try and call me, Mum. I'm sorry.
Bye.
So where's this computer at?
Just north of Clare.
And he only wants two hundred for it?
Yeah.
Is it any good?
I don't know.
Oh well, for 200 it's probably worth a look.
You coming in?
No, I'm happy here.
What about you?
Did you call him yet?
Yeah, he doesn't want it.
Hi-ya!
Ya-way-ya-ya!
Ya!
I just killed ya. Ha, ha.
That was fun. Flipping killed ya.
Have a go.
Do you require police, fire or ambulance?
What service do you require, police, fire or ambulance?
Do you require police, fire or ambulance?
Where're we going?
Get in.
Grab those bags.
You coming, mate?
- Everything alright? - Yeah, it's fine.
Got time for a beer?
Yeah, sure.
- How's your Dad been? - Yeah, he's been alright.
- Still fishing? - Yeah, doing a little bit.
Caught a fair bit of whiting the other day.
Beautiful. Still goes to that same patch he used to always go to?
Yeah, yeah.
So is that your girlfriend?
Yeah.
How long have you been with her?
A couple of months.
She's pretty nice.
Yeah, she's great.
So does she go to school or anything?
She's going to university next year.
Doing psychology.
Why are you asking? Do you like her?
Hey, John.