MAN: OK. We're at the barriers.
MAN: All's clear.
He's quiet. The starter's got him settled.
Jesus, who farted?
Not me! MAN: Wasn't me!
OK. The lights are flashing.
He's getting up.
Stand by. Moving up to the barriers.
He's heading for the shit house.
MAN ON TWO-WAY: OK. We're under starter's orders.
So pull your finger out, upstairs.
He's gone. We're off and running!
Come on. Come on. Let's go. Let's go.
Come on. Back it up. Back it up.
Alright, let's move it, fellas! Move it!
(MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
MAN: Quickly! Come on! Come on! MAN: Come on! Come on!
(TYRES SCREECH, SMASH!)
Oh, shit!
(TYRES SCREECH)
MAN: Oi, that's it.
MAN: He's got through! Hit it! (ATTENDANT YELLS) Stop!
(ATTENDANT YELLS INDISTINCTLY) Hit it! Hit it!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! (ATTENDANT THUMPS VAN ROOF)
Hey, there! (CRIES OUT)
(SCREAMS)
(TYRES SCREECH) MAN: Whoo! Alright!
MAN: Come on! Get a move on.
(CALLS OUT) Please, come back!
(TRUCK HORN HONKS)
(TRUCK REVS)
(BOTH SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)
(CAR HORNS BLARE)
( LAUGHTER)
MAN: Check the Rabbit!
(MAN CALLS OUT) Hey, Rabbit! Got yourself a new butt crack?
(LAUGHS) (LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY) Yeah.
Dickhead.
Rabbit, I thought we were going out.
We are out, doll. Hold the chook.
SONG ON TELEVISION: ♪ You're a star
♪ You're a star
♪ On your golden guitar... ♪ ( SIZZLING )
♪ And I know you'll go far... ♪
WOMAN: You want an egg on this?
♪ You're a star You're a star... ♪
MAN: Wayne.
HOW'D you go? Got them.
What did you get? Three.
Volvos? Fantastic. Yeah, Volvos.
(CAR HORN BEEPS)
(CALLS OUT) Uh, Ruth, your cab's here.
That's great, mate. You take care of it.
(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
It only works if you speak English, pal.
'Engrish'. (SPEAKS ANGRILY IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
WOMAN: Hang on. I've only got one pair of hands.
Interested in, uh, a little bit of... overtime?
Oh, give up, Wayne.
Jesus, you're smooth, Wayne. Give us a kiss, hey?
Leave me alone.
You've got a way with women.
WOMAN: Now, what'll you have, lovey? Burger with chips or chips with burger?
Aren't you working tonight?
Nuh. Rabbit's taken the night off.
In the truck with Janelle? No, no, no, no.
He's got a van from work. And Janelle has a babysitter.
He's got a suit!
Yeah, love you too, Wimpy.
(PHONE RINGS)
I think That'll be for me.
Hello. Yeah, this is him.
Say, “Night-night, Rabbit. Night-night, Mummy.”
'Night, Judy.
'Night, Rabbit. 'Night, Janelle.
The blue Mercedes? JHN 228.
Yeah. No, we'll make sure they steal it.
Yeah. But, uh, you won't get behind with our payments there, will you?
(LAUGHS) Yeah, fine.
MAN: Good one, Wayne!
(GRUFF VOICE) “And no elephant will want to marry you!”
(SOFTLY) “"And to help that sugar-pink rose colour along...”
(GENTLE JAZZ PIANO MUSIC PLAYS )
Oh, Rabbit! Shoot!
I'm sorry, Jan.
(TUTS AND SIGHS)
Oh, look! That's going to have to come off.
Have you got a rag in here?
Your dress is destroyed. That's going to have to come off too.
We're going to have to...
MAN: Come on! Let's do it! Quick!
(MURMURS)
Oh! Let's go back to my place. Mum's out.
What, don't you like my van?
Oh, yeah, It's just like a drive-in.
Lie down.
(ENGINE STARTS)
What? Mmm!
MAN: Hey, don't burn yourself, dummy! (LAUGHS)
MAN: Come on! Let's get out of here!
(ENGINE REVS)
MAN: Yahoo!
RABBIT: I love you, Janelle.
(CAR PASSES BY)
(INDISTINCT RADIO TRAFFIC)
No, that's been there for a week, mate.
A banana bender.
(THUMPS DOOR) You get that back open, boy.
Have you got a license? Sure. Why?
Because I need it to write you a ticket for parking on the freeway.
Open the back.
But there's no traffic.
Have you got an old man who used to drive?
Yeah. Why? Rego papers.
Over here.
Any drugs in there? Does he buy or sell them?
Don't.
Got papers for this thing?
Won't be staying long, will you?
Car like this. Bloke like you.
I'll have you inside two weeks.
What about his ticket? Stuff his ticket.
(TRAIN RATTLES )
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS IN BACKGROUND)
(MAN CALLS OUT) Hello?!
(EUROPEAN ACCENT) We open at nine o'clock.
Doesn't anybody do any work around here?
(ROARS) We're closed!
(MAN THUMPS DOOR) I told you bastards. Piss off!
Come on! Open up! (THUMPS DOOR)
(MUTTERS) Look, you bastards...
Still a cranky bugger.
Steve!
It's Steven! (LAUGHS)
Beat me dead! (LAUGHS)
Come and have a beer.
(TRAIN RATTLES OVERHEAD) (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
(TRAIN NOISE BECOMES LOUDER)
(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)
(REPLIES INAUDIBLY)
(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)
(TRAIN RECEDES)
How long are you down for, eh? How's your mother?
How long has it been?
Well, you weren't giving me beers then, eh? Old Mum, she's OK.
It's good to see you, Steve.
How are you getting on? Where's Dad?
(HORN BEEPS OUTSIDE)
Not bad. Hang on.
(RABBIT CALLS OUT) Hey, Tomas! Are you there?
(YELLS) Not today, boys!
Whose is this sprint car out here? Is Ted back?
Not now, Rabbit. I'm bloody busy!
Oh... Whoops.
Tomas?
Where's Dad?
Your dad's not here, son.
Well, when will he be back?
I don't know.
The story around is that we've gone broke.
And Ted's done a flit - shot through to Perth.
We were going to team up.
He wouldn't go west, anyway.
This place looks... Shit house. (EMPTIES KETTLE)
Was he staying straight?
(ANGRILY) We're straight. Alright?!
That's our trouble.
We were just getting on top of it
when this insurance bloke pulled the plug on us.
But he was staying away from that business.
(SIGHS)
They put it on us, son.
And your dad... told them to shove it.
(TRAIN APPROACHES OVERHEAD)
(TRAIN RECEDES)
Alright! Who are you?!
No! No, no, no, boys. No.
It's alright. It's Ted's son, Steve.
That's Wimpy and Rabbit.
Have you come down to drive that piece of shit outside, have you?
STEVE: Yeah. Pick your nose with that?
RABBIT: No, we're brain surgeons. You busy?
We're crew for your old man too. When he's around.
RABBIT: Hey, ugly! (TOMAS YELLS) Where have you been?!
You owe me two bucks! Ow!
I pay you to be here at 8:00!
RABBIT: One for the cheek. TOMAS: He's the Rat, Chris.
Are we going racing tonight?
RABBIT: Suck!
Well?
Sure.
Better get to sleep. And leave the sprinter here.
I'm OK. No, you're not.
Beat it.
Goes better on fire, does it? (WIMPY LAUGHS SOFTLY)
Only with me in it.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY) Oh...
Hey! We're in business.
(SNORTS)
MAN ON P.A.: Well, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls.
It's a beautiful night for racing.
(ENGINES REV)
There's a little breeze, but all in all, a balmy summer's night indeed.
'Race Car World'. "Speedway Star'. 'Race Car World'.
OK. You blokes want something to eat?
Just watch the fuel gauge, Steve. Just warm it up.
The track could be very greasy.
Hey. How are you going?
How's business? Got time to watch the race and everything?
We're short on 'dogs. Well, sell them chips.
WIMPY: Rabbit! You want something to eat?
Help with that hand, Wimpy.
MAN ON P.A.: And there's a special treat tonight -
the Speedway Queen finalists are here with us to demonstrate their talents...
What do you think you're doing? Why don't you look where you're walking?
It was bloody you. Just watch where you're going!
Dork.
G'day, darling. How are you? I'm Wayne Grubb.
I'll be introducing you on the track a little later on.
Look, will you... Look, that's just perfect.
G'day, Janelle. How are you? Looking good.
Hey! Wayne. What?
Come down... Just leave her alone, mate.
Get off! Look, Janelle...
Keep that smiling. Keep the smiling.
That's it! That's it! That's it! Beautiful, mate. Beautiful.
Pose for me! Pose for me! WAYNE: Piss off, will you?
We're trying to do something. Oh! That's it!
G'day. Oh, G'day, Wimp.
Uh, 10 hot dogs - 6 with sauce and 4 with mustard.
10? Yeah.
(SPECTATORS CHEER AND WOLF WHISTLE)
WAYNE ON P.A.: speedway girls. And here they are.
The finalists for this year's Miss Speedway Queen.
Come on. Let's hear it for these girls. They're working their arses off tonight.
First of all, let's meet last year's winner.
There she is - the beautiful Janelle Clapton.
Janelle, take a bow.
(MAN CALLS OUT) Hey, Janelle! Show us your tits!
Wimp.
WAYNE ON P.A.: ..and she's from Sunshine Heights.
She wishes all the girls in this year's group every success,
and she wishes they could all win.
(LAUGHS) That's a lovely thought.
OK, our first finalist is the beautiful and tantalizing Miss Jacinta Sidebottom.
Take a bow. There she is. Isn't she beautiful?
What a figure! (LAUGHS) Makes your mind boggle, really.
Now, Jacinta's 18 and she's from Canterbury Waters.
She's a doctor's receptionist and she loves music.
Actually, she plays a bit of Spanish guitar.
In fact, she plays every Saturday night at the El Toro Blanco.
(ENGINE REVS)
She'd go better if she went on eight!
Eight, you reckon, Steve?
Don't you touch it! You'll foul it up!
Listen, why does everybody talk filth around here, Tomas?
(REVS ENGINE) Huh?
Doesn't anybody eat?!
RABBIT: Bloody cheap! Oh, Steve.
This is a friend of ours. Ruth Mintos.
G'DAY-RUTH: Hi.
RABBIT: I know what it takes for the drivers, mate.
Turn it off, Steve. Off.
RABBIT: Hey, Janelle! Over here!
WAYNE: See you all later on, OK? At my place.
Do you know Sophie Mintos?
Yeah. She's my cousin. Sophie Diaz. She's married now.
Jeez. We were at school together.
You start young down here.
RUTH: Why are you so slow?
STEVE: I guess it's the weather up north.
(LAUGHS)
Oh. Mustard or sauce? Uh, mustard.
Mustard?! (LAUGHS)
TOMAS: Will you hurry and get me a plug?!
What, are you deaf or something?!
Do you work here? Mmm.
Raced here before? No. First time.
MAN ON P.A.: OK, fellas. Tum them loose. Send them out.
Hold this. Don't go away.
TOMAS: Grab it! Well, there goes his concentration.
(LAUGHS) TOMAS: Are you working or jerking?!
RABBIT: Coming.
God, now you've got his hot dog, he's going to have to get serious.
Shut up. (LAUGHS)
MAN ON P.A.: Get set for top speedway action.
My name is Allan Edworthy, and of course, as always,
our co-commentator is Mr Wayne Grubb.
Thanks, Allan. We're all looking forward to a big night of speedway.
I know I am, Al.
It looks a bit that way, from all the top contenders lined up,
and we look forward to a real fast night of racing.
We certainly do. (SOFTLY) Mate, did you see those bikinis?
ALLAN ON P.A.: We're all set to go now,
looking closely as the cars come out for heat number one.
ALLAN ON P.A.: OK, getting set to go. Five laps, the journey.
The opening heat of the sprint cars, brought to you by Bob Jane.
ALLAN ON P.A.: Looking for a start this time, as they come off turn four.
Arthur Cowan has the green at the ready.
OK. We'll try again, as they run out of turn four.
Up comes the green. They're racing now!
And Rush, Black law and Tatnall all drive into turn one.
Steve Hall is there also, looking for the way through.
(ALL YELL AND CHEER)
ALLAN ON P.A.: Rush still the leader as they run down the back fence.
Tatnall looking for the outside run on Black law.
Guess what? Steve Hall's still there.
Go, Steve! Go!
Go! Go! Go!
ALLAN ON P.A.: Hall is there. Black law. Rush still the leader.
(ALLAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
Go!
(BOTH SPEAK INAUDIBLY) RABBIT: Come on, you rat! Ping them!
ALLAN ON P.A.: with Rush leading.
Oh, this boy from Toowoomba is boxing tonight!
Hall's on the outside now,
while Blacklaw's taken high up, on the fence,
followed through by Tatnall.
Steve Hall's pushing it hard now... (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
ALLAN ON P.A.: Rush still the leader!
Hall's going for the big one on the outside.
There's the black-and-white at the ready, but Rush will win!
Hall comes in for second.
Hey! We've got a qualifier! Mate!
Whoopee!
He can race like a rat.
JANELLE: Go for it, Steve!
Allan, it looks like the newcomer, the 'Typhoon from Toowoomba' -
that's in Queensland, folks...
Tomas. I've got to go back to work. I'll see you later.
Pardon? Got to go back to work.
'Bye. "Bye, possum.
(RABBIT AND WIMPY CHEER)
Good on you, Steve! You little ripper!
Bloody beaut, mate! We're going to do it!
Maybe. Yeah!
Who? Where is she?
She's gone back to work.
Hey, you qualified, eh? Yeah.
(LAUGHS) And you came second! That's pretty good!
Well, how did it go? Gone, mate.
She's gone? Done a Cinderella on you, mate?
It's the Catholic in her.
If they're not home by 12:00, it turns them into pumpkins.
(TAPS WINDOW AND CALLS OUT) OK!
Tsk, tsk.
Tsk. (POUNDS WINDOW)
Deaf Czech.
(TRAIN RATTLES )
(TRAIN RATTLES LOUDLY OVERHEAD )
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(TRAIN RECEDES)
(WATER BUBBLES)
( FART)
(WATER BUBBLES )
(YELLS) Wakey-Wakey!
Tucker time! Don't touch him, Wimp.
He's sleeping in. Hey.
Why'd you do that, mate? We were going to let him sleep in!
Morning, star!
What are you doing? Huh? Oh, nothing.
Who are you looking for?
Haven't you got anything else to do? You're looking for Ruth.
You won't find her. You have to find her mother.
There. 'Mintos'. 'Min-tos'.
Yeah.
You're not going to talk to her dressed like that, are you?
RABBIT: A match. A match. Have you trod in something?
Hey, Wimpy. Did you get me that fizzy stuff?
Ah. He's ringing Ruth.
Well, he doesn't need you leering over him, does he?
Here. Out. Yeah.
Get. Piss off.
(PHONE RINGS)
Hello? STEVE ON PHONE: Hello? Ruth?
No, this is her mother. Who are you? Steve Hall.
What do you want with her? Oh, I wanted to talk to her.
Mum, get off the line.
What do you do? Mum, it's none of your business.
Ruth? (WIMPY LAUGHS SOFTLY)
Mum...
Hello? Steve?
Yeah, look, I was wondering if you were working today.
Oh, no. No, it's Sunday.
Oh, I'm sorry. It's not your fault.
(MOUTHS) (WIMPY LAUGHS SOFTLY)
Alright! Ohhh! Sprung.
I was kind of hoping you could show me around.
RUTH ON PHONE: Yeah, OK. Sure.
OK. Well, I'll pick you up in half an hour, then.
Yeah.
Um, oh, but I'll meet you around the corner.
OK. Sure. OK. See you later.
Well.
How did you go with Maria?
Huh?
Ruth's mum. HOW'D you go?
Oh. I don't know.
She's a bit hard to make sense of.
(CHUCKLES)
(SIGHS)
What's this?
A little something to tide yourself over with.
Oh, I can't take this. Don't be stupid.
It's Ted's half for the month.
Don't worry, you'll be earning it.
Ta.
And what are you doing today?
Oh, I thought I might take her around and see if anyone's seen Dad's car.
Just you be careful who you are talking with.
Alright?
Alright. Off the duco. Come on.
Come on.
Who died? I think I did.
(PAUL KELLY SINGS ON RADIO) ♪ Love is the law
♪ The law is love
♪ Love is the law
♪ The law is love
♪ The law says
♪ Hey
♪ La-la-la-la-Ia-la
♪ The law is love... ♪
RUTH: Doesn't Tomas know where your father is?
Tomas reckons he's shot through.
But he wouldn't do that if he knew I was coming down.
So, where do you think he is? I really don't know.
If I can find his jeep, I reckon I can find him.
Sorry this isn't much fun for you. Oh, it's OK.
(CALLS OUT) Hello?
( METAL CLANGS )
Yeah? Yeah.
Look, I'm having a go at restoring this old jeep.
I was wondering if you had any parts in lately. It's a '48 Willlys.
What's your game, son? What do you really want?
I'm not in that funny business, you know.
I'm looking for Ted Hall. Have you seen him lately?
No, sorry, matey. Can't help you. Wished I had.
Well, thanks, anyway.
Pantons would be the first place I'd try.
I've seen you down the track. You're not bad.
Nearly as good as your old man was.
Yeah.
See you. See you.
STEVE: I bet this lot's got something to do with midnight spares.
RUTH: What's midnight spares? Car-stealing.
They'll pinch your cars, strip them and sell the parts.
Healthy-looking bunch of boys. (LAUGHS) They ought to be.
They're my boss's best customers.
(MAN LAUGHS)
(DOGS BARK)
Hello. How are you?
Hello, sweetie.
Who are you with? Well, my girlfriend.
Yeah? Well, it's trade only here, pal.
Look, mate. You'd be doing me a favour. I'll pay cash.
Well, alright. What are you after?
Anything you've got for a '48 Willlys jeep.
Nothing.
Well, do you know anyone who'd have one?
Hang on. Oh, piss off!
Mmm. Friendly lot.
(MOUTHS)
(PHONE RINGS)
MAN ON PHONE: Yeah? Hello. Is Daryl Vincent there?
OK. Righto.
(CALLS OUT) Hey, Daryl. It's for you.
What do you think, mate?
I'll get you these parts later in the week. At the right price.
MAN ON PHONE: Hello, boss. Alex here.
What's the story?
There's been a kid here looking for a jeep.
Get your freckle out of your mouth. Who is he?
Ted Hall's kid. Who?
Ted Hall's kid.
I've also got some guys out looking for that.
Listen, I've heard Ted Hall's kid is in town.
Yeah, he is. He was at the speedway last night.
Was he? He drove.
Yeah? HOW'D he do? Pretty good. He's pretty fast.
Oh. Well, uh, keep an eye on him for me.
Right? Yeah, sure.
STEVE: Hey, what's a room cost in the people's palace?
(RUTH LAUGHS)
Who lives here? My Uncle Harry.
My dad used to work for him. We live across the road.
Why don't you work for him?
'Cause if you're a guy of 17, he'll give you finance on a panel van.
And if you're a girl of 16, he starts organising possibles for you.
None of them any good, eh?
I'd rather have a panel van. (RUTH'S MOTHER YELLS) Ruth!
Inside!
You can have mine any time.
Call me when you get some curtains.
(RABBIT SINGS) & I love a rainy night Just a beautiful sight... 7
(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
Oh! Whoa! Hey, any closer, we would have been married, doll!
(ENGINE SPUTTERS)
(SQUEALS)
Take that, mate. Quick.
Blimey! Ha!
Oh! Food, eh?
Mmm! (ENGINE SPUTTERS)
(COUGHS) Oh! Pooh! Pooh, mate!
Get out of the cab! Out there? It's wet out there!
Well, you fart in the cab, you should get out in the rain.
It might give you a bit of a wash. It's unfair, mate. It's not fair.
(CHUCKLES) Phwoa!
Hey. What?
What's this? What is it, Wimp?
It's a shit finder! It's a shit finder.
(ENGINE REVS, THEN STALLS)
RABBIT: You should have gone to university, pal.
Hey? Perhaps an astronaut. (CAR HORN BEEPS)
WIMPY: Look at this. Look at this!
(TYRES SCREECH)
WIMPY: There's nowhere to go!
(MAN YELLS)
Oooh! Hey! Bingo! Hey!
RABBIT: Triple! WIMPY: Ohhhh!
Move it!
RABBIT: Out of my way, kid!
Are you alright, mate?
I'll be right with you, mate. Don't go away!
Hey! Hey!
(RABBIT SINGS) ♪ Pennies from heaven So, when you hear it thunder... &
Are you alright, mate?
They all came at me! Oh!
You can't trust anyone these days, chief.
It wasn't my fault! I was surrounded!
They sure did get you.
Now, sign there, mate.
It wasn't my fault. I believe you. I believe you.
Thousands wouldn't, though. Hey!
(ROARS) You big headed, bloody pedantic prick!
Hey? I'm always bloody helping!
Huh? Oh! I've done it now!
Alright! I'll pay you back! Get back in the cab!
(WIMPY CALLS OUT) Hey, Tomas! We've got another one for you.
(CALLS OUT) OK, boys!
(YELLS) Hey! Pull your head in!
(ROARS) Will you get down?!
Still talking to yourself, Tom?
(TOMAS CRIES OUT)
(LOUDLY) Still talking to yourself, Tom?
Well, that way I know I'll get a straight answer.
(CHUCKLES) You silly bastard.
Still trying to do it tough, eh?
Back to that nonsense, are you?
I love your tie, Vincent. Hate the colour.
You can't keep it up yourself, you know.
I'll make you and that kid a good offer.
You're stuffed in this business without connections.
Daryl...
Grey! That's your colour.
One day you'll be on your own, Vincent. And the dogs will have you.
You don't look too healthy to me either, you ref fo mongrel!
(CHUCKLES)
(VINCENT OPENS CAR DOOR)
(VINCENT STARTS ENGINE)
(VINCENT REVS ENGINE AND DRIVES AWAY)
That bastard knows something. I'm bloody sure he does.
Don't get angry, Steve.
Get even.
You know what happened to Dad.
No. I think I know.
Knowing's nothing. Proving - that's something.
Just let them think they're all sweet.
Right. See you later.
G'day. Hi, fatso.
Dumb slope! Bloody dickhead!
WIMPY: Then he gives the camel the electric blanket. You see?
RABBIT: So, the camel's got it. Now... (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
(RABBIT LAUGHS)
Hey, there's King Farouk! Shit!
Still looking for his lady friend.
BOY: How much did it cost you? (BOTH SIGH IN APPRECIATION)
Guess whose Mum's got a Whirlpool!
(LAUGHS) Um... um...
Nice, eh? (YELLS) Hey!
Keep away from that bloody truck!
(YELLS) Hey! Rat! Piss off!
You're a bloody criminal!
This calls for the stopper, Rabbit.
Jesus, Ruth!
Have you been mucking around with the colour on this thing again?
I didn't touch it. It's bloody critical!
What's he do? Not much.
bonsoir, garcon!
RABBIT: You wait for this, mate. Could I see the wine list, please?
And is the fish fresh?
(ZAP!) (SCREAMS)
Hey! MAN: What was that?
What the hell's happening? BOTH: Oooh!
(RAT GROANS) Come on.
(BOTH LAUGH)
WIMPY: Uh, I'll have, uh...
three hamburgers with everything, please,
two 15 Inches of Heaven, three cans of Fanta
and, uh, four doughnuts, please.
The usual.
And, uh, wouldn't mind a bite of a Mars Bar if you've got one open, Ruth.
(LAUGHS)
(CLICK! )
Nice job, this, boys, eh? Plenty of chrome in there.
(TYRES SCREECH)
(ALL YELL)
Hey! He's stealing my car! Telephone! Telephone!
Sorry. Out of order, pal. Out of order. (LAUGHS)
Those blokes should stick to rickshaws.
You're a prick. You know that, Wayne?
Come on! You long streak of...
(GROWLS MENACINGLY)
You two! Round the back! In the truck!
RABBIT: It was the red Charger, mate!
(ZAP!) Ow! Shit!
Sorry, mate. (TYRES SCREECH)
You're a turkey!
Sorry, chief. ow!
It wasn't meant for you. (SPEAKS ASIAN LANGUAGE)
(BOTH SNIFF)
(BOTH CONVERSE IN ASIAN LANGUAGE)
Oh! (SPEAKS ASIAN LANGUAGE)
STEVE: Thought he'd lost us. Bastard.
(CAR HORN BEEPS)
(TYRES SCREECH)
(RAIL CROSSING BELL RINGS)
Missed him! He's stealing my car!
Yeah. He's stealing your car. That's right.
Next time you see your nice red Charger, mate, it will be a canoe.
(TYRES SCREECH)
WIMPY: Where's the train? There's no train!
I've been looking for a van like this.
Yeah?
Stolen. Not this colour, though.
Now, your brakelight's out.
You've got to be joking.
Is this really going to help the poor buggers that lost their cars?
No.
But I reckon you and your mates could help all your wog friends...
by staying at home.
Thanks.
You're doing a lot of overtime, pig.
(LAUGHS)
(WIMPY GASPS)
RABBIT: Alright! Good one, Rat! Split!
Raw pig!
(ENGINE STARTS)
(YELLS IN ASIAN LANGUAGE)
(TYRES SCREECH) (MOUTHS)
What did he say? “Sucker, whitey.”
Oh.
(WIMPY VEILS) Sucker, whitey!
MAN: OK, boys, we've got another new job.
Number four, local car.
Everyone got that? Local job, this one.
Come on! Get into it!
Lo-cal, number four. Everyone understand me?
Red Charger, local, number four.
All parts. Break down.
MAN: Come on! Move it!
MAN: Move your little noggy arses!
Come on! There's another one! Hurry up!
Interstate, right? Bring it in. This one goes interstate!
I want everything off it! Now, get it right!
SONG: ♪ You may talk to Jesus on his royal telephone
♪ Central's never busy
♪ Always on the line
♪ You can hear from heaven
♪ Almost any time
♪ 'Tis a royal service... ♪
Well, don't look at me. I don't touch the money.
It goes through the books. I've got an accountant - a tax specialist.
Yeah? Well, 10,000 bucks just doesn't sprout wings and fly away.
I'll get it. No, I'll get it.
No, I'll get it, mate.
He's getting it.
Thanks, Howie.
Hey, don't you sometimes get a bit, uh...
worried about all these noggies?
Nah, the dumb ones don't speak English
and the smart ones think they're working for the CIA.
No, if they get out of line, it's back on the boat.
Yeah, well, the problem is with this Tomas bloke.
All we've got to do is get ourselves another outside paint shop.
Well, sign up some more noggies! No.
Social workers crawl all over that bloody ref fo camp. It's too risky.
Risky?! I'm the one that's running all the risks!
I'm spread too thin, mate! We've got to get ourselves another paint shop!
We need another outlet!
We've got to convince that little ref fo bastard.
Or remove him. OK.
Hey, we've put a lot into this. I'm sure he'll come to the party.
I'm sure you two blokes can work something out.
Good tucker, hey? Shit house.
I like it.
That figures.
(SNIFFS) Hey, watch it, mate. It's going to be your bedroom soon.
(LAUGHS) Ugh! Did you fart?
I'm just a bit crook in the gut, that's all.
Oooh, hey, where's our boy? He's in love, mate.
Ohhh. Where's that? (LAUGHS)
(GROANS) Shit!
He's fixing up some stuff in his caravan. He'll be in later.
He's going over to meet her mum and Harry soon.
That'll fix it.
(LAUGHS CRAZILY)
How was it for the car, mate? (LAUGHS)
(CONTINUES LAUGHING)
TOMAS: I don't know how you two can eat with the same mouths.
Huh? Explain.
You talk so much crap!
You'd do better for yourselves if you shut up.
(TOMAS MUTTERS) Bloody... uncouth Australians.
WIMPY: Oh! Tucker time!
(RABBIT SINGS) & I was made for loving you, baby... ♪
You'd better call home, love. Yeah.
WIMPY: Tucker time! Ohhh!
How's it going?
Up to, uh... up to shit boozer.
RABBIT: Hey, Wimp! Did you know too much sex makes you deaf?
WIMPY: What?
Hey, Rabbit. Don't get any on you. (LAUGHS) You get it? You get it?
Jeez! That's good!
Wimpy.
Oh, cheers, love. Great.
TOMAS: Steve, what's a jolly jumbuck?
(LAUGHS) It's a sheep.
How did he stuff him in his tuckerbag?
There you go, Rabbit.
TOMAS: I tell you, Steve, it's another language. Fair dinkum.
(LAUGHS)
Looking good.
TOMAS: Hold it, now, Wimpy. Over, over. Careful!
Steady! Steady! Careful! Careful!
Now...
That's it, boys. Time to knock off.
What time is it?
Uh...
12:27.
(SOFTLY) Hey, Ruth.
Come on. We're late.
Your jacket.
We've got to go.
Oi! Hang on!
Right.
(RUTH GASPS) Alright! That's unreal. Ahhh!
So, now it's finished! How do you like that?
STEVE: Blimey! Team Rat!
RUTH: Come over here and have a look at these, Steve.
WIMPY: I like it! I like it!
RABBIT: Have you got a small men's? WIMPY: Oh! Nice! Nice!
STEVE: You're the rodent, you bastard.
WIMPY: Oh! I reckon I'll need two of these!
(TRAIN RATTLES OVERHEAD)
WIMPY: Hey! It fits me! It really fits me!
Is that mine, is it?
MAN: Right, Victor, take her inside. WOMAN: Come on.
MAN: Go on. Inside. Frank! No violence.
Don't worry. I'll see you tomorrow. OK.
'Bye.
It's OK, Frank.
Listen, go and talk to your mother. I don't want...
(FIRMLY) Inside. Get inside, you little...!
Sophie... (SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Alright, fellas. It's alright. You can go home now. Take it easy.
(TYRES SCREECH)
Get off, buddy!
Hooked up. Let's go. OK.
Take a look.
Let's hit it.
(RAIL CROSSING BELL RINGS)
(TYRES SCREECH)
(ENGINE REVS)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS IN DISTANCE)
(ENGINE IDLES)
(APPLIES PARK BRAKE)
(SWITCHES OFF LIGHTS)
(FAINT VOICES WITHIN)
(SNIFFLES)
(TEARFULLY) Look, Mum, I love him.
Oh, don't be so stupid. You've only known him for a week.
Yeah, and I care about him more than anyone else I've ever met.
You're too young to know.
Men are all shits. He'll use you.
He hasn't and he wouldn't try.
Queer, is he?
Look, he's the nicest thing that's ever happened to me.
We're going out. Maybe we'll get married.
I really hope we do. And I want you to be happy for us.
Oh, you've got a terrible temper.
Well, I can't be all bad, then, can I?
(MAN SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Hey. I've sprung you.
Listen, get all those deliveries out early this morning, alright?
Uncle Harry, can I talk to you? You quit your job.
(PHONE RINGS)
Diaz Garden Artistry. Sophie! (SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Mr Diaz's personal assistant speaking.
(MEN CONVERSE IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(HARRY SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
(HARRY SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(MAN REPLIES)
HARRY: Don't you ever sleep?
(HARRY SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE) (MAN REPLIES)
OK. Come in.
Well, what do you do? I drive.
So does every mug around here that works. What else?
I'm going to work Dad's business. Yeah?
Well, that's a mug's game. It didn't do your old man any good.
And all you'll be doing is working for the insurance company,
and that's not working for yourself.
Here, give me a hand with this.
(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Now, take it easy. Don't break it. It's the only one that's left.
Hey, uh, put them on there.
On there. Put them on there.
(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Look, I didn't come here to talk about work.
Well, didn't Ruth's mum tell you?
We want to get married.
(BOTH SPEAK IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Has she met you? No.
But I just want someone to know that we're fair dinkum.
(SOFTLY) “Fair dinkum...
How can you be serious? You're both kids.
We love each other, Uncle Harry.
That's more than a lot of people start with.
Ruth, first you're asking me, now you're telling me.
STEVE: Yeah, we are. Well, slow down!
Give up the driving for a while and get something behind yourself.
Why should he?!
When Steve's on the track, it's the other people that are behind...
Sophie, I asked for black. Well, I didn't hear you.
Uncle Harry!
I've got nothing more to say.
(BOTH CONVERSE IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(HARRY YELLS ANGRILY IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(SARCASTICALLY) That went great, didn't it?
That was good, for Harry.
Jesus. I'd hate to upset him. He'll come round.
It's his new secretary. What?
He's not getting enough sleep. Who is?
(LAUGHS)
( ADVANCE AUSTRALIA FAIR PLAYS ON P.A.)
WAYNE ON P.A.: Well, let's start the evening with a big bang.
And this wonderful firework display is brought to you by...
(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
MAN ON MEGAPHONE: First two heats are on the board.
Newcastle meeting is off tomorrow night.
Here comes the Mafia.
WIMPY: I have to change these brake pads.
TOMAS: Change your underpants while you're at it!
G'day. How are you?
How are you? Alright.
Listen, it's alright. I've got your mother here.
She's on the hill.
Mum? It's OK. Really. She wants to meet him.
(LAUGHS) It's alright.
Listen, be patient. Alright? Yep. For sure.
Coming?
How are you, Harry? G'day. How are you?
Can I talk to you for a minute? Sure. Don't get dirty, Harry.
TOMAS: What's the trouble with you, Harry?
HARRY: No trouble for me.
Oh...
ALLAN ON P.A.: So, it's a big night for racing.
Settle back and enjoy speedway at its best, right here...
RABBIT: Oh!
ALLAN ON P.A.: the fastest circuit on the east coast of Australia.
What's the kid like? How is he? Good?
Steve? He would give you the shirt off your back.
(LAUGHS) Here.
You put this on. You'll get dirty.
MAN: Come over here! WOMAN: Alright! Give me a hand.
Do you come to speedway often? Sometimes.
Have you raced here much? Just once before.
Do you love her?
Yeah.
I don't want to take her away. You couldn't.
She can't cook. She'd kill you, the first meal.
SOPHIE: See? I told you it would be alright.
Hadn't you better be getting back to work?
See you, Soph. 'Bye, Mum.
WAYNE ON P.A.: OK, they're all set to go, and the line-up looks good.
So, it's over to Allan for the actual start.
ALLAN ON P.A.: Thanks, Wayne. They're forming up into rows of two.
We should have the start next time around.
All eyes on the starter now, the flag being held aloft.
Let's pick up the lights now as they get set to charge.
Coming onto the main straightaway - there's the green!
Racing now, as they head up into turn one,
and the field is locked in tight!
(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
ALLAN ON P.A.: Up with turns one and two.
Heading down the back section now, and Rush again taken into the lead.
Now, as they squeeze off the back section,
coming back onto the main straightaway,
oh, gee, it's really tight now with these race cars.
Into the 12-lap turn. Kevin Worthington dives on the inside.
Also, now, as they run off the back section, we can see Steve Hall in there.
He's gone! There's a big one! Oh! A big one on turn one!
And there's a pile of metal and cars everywhere!
All over the circuit now! (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
And there's the red light!
WIMPY: I'll get your gear! RABBIT: Here! Catch!
Oh! Steve! Will he be alright?
ALLAN ON P.A.: The car's badly damaged...
Come on! Off of there!
Well, it looks like time's running out, folks, especially for car 47.
ALLAN ON P.A.: And this is where the pit crews demonstrate their skills.
With six laps still to go, there's no chance for car 84.
But with two minutes to restart, it's all hands to the pump
for those drivers still stranded on the track.
What can I do for you?
WAYNE ON P.A.: There's a bit of talent there, Allan.
And it looks like the Typhoon from Toowoomba has actually blown out.
(BOTH ARGUE INDISTINCTLY)
Get it fixed, OK?!
WAYNE ON P.A.: 30 seconds left to go.
Some teams go home early, and that's the great thing about speedway.
ALLAN ON P.A.: 20 seconds left. No!! It isn't fair!
WAYNE ON P.A.: Just enough time to get a Grubb's Heavenly Hotdog.
ALLAN ON P.A.: But, Wayne, isn't the time always right for Grubb's grub?
It certainly is, Allan.
15 Inches of Heaven that will fill a rumbling tummy.
Brought to you by the girls who care - Carol and Sue Lee.
Jesus Christ!
(CROWD LAUGHS)
(WAYNE YELLS) Stop!
ALLAN ON P.A.: I don't know what's happening out there,
but this race is still alive
until the officials can clear the track of this unauthorised entry
and the race cars can complete 10 laps.
With 5 laps completed at the time of the stoppage...
(YELLS) Get your hat on and get back in the race!
ALLAN ON P.A.: Rush, Black law, Tatnall and... and, yes, Steve Hall,
whose brilliant crew have managed to beat the 2-minute limit,
with, I might add, a little help.
And it looks like my co-commentator, Mr Wayne Grubb,
could be doing a few laps himself tonight, folks.
There's the all clear, however, as the cars move away once again
to form up for the recommencement of racing, into rows of two,
in preparation of greeting the starter for the remaining laps of this event, now.
Forming up, as we pick them up down the back section.
Looking for a start, but the starter says no.
They form up down the back section.
Should get the green this time around.
Onto the main straightaway. Racing now!
Arthur Cowan throws the green!
Up into turn one, it's wheel to wheel!
Right up high on the banks and swinging down the back section,
early race leader is Black law, but Steve Hall's on the move.
Steve Hall coming through from the back.
Inside he comes now, heading down the back section.
Getting set to run through turns three and four.
Moves up to get Worthington and goes right by Worthington.
On the inside now, and he's after the early leader, George Tatnall.
Moves up to Tatnall now, on the inside also, and goes by Tatnall.
And Steve Hall! Look at him go!
Steve Hall, off turn four now, is slipping away!
Makes the final run to the black-and-white.
And Steve Hall! Hall crosses the wire first!
It's back, then, to Tatnall. Next to cross the wire, Black law.
Further back down the back now,
the remainder of the field as they cross the wire,
but Steve Hall with a convincing win.
(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
RABBIT: We did it! We've only qualified for the final!
RABBIT: They probably know. RAT: Yeah, I put it back too.
On you, Rat! HARRY: I'm pushing! Christ!
Mate!
WIMPY: You're a bloody thoroughbred, Steve. Bloody terrific!
(MAN ON P.A. SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
(ALL CHEER)
MAN ON P.A.: Garry Rush... (ALL CHEER)
Rob Worthington, and the very dark horse, the boy from the north,
the Toowoomba Typhoon, Steve Hall.
(ALL CHEER)
You're pushing it, Tomas.
You work for us or you don't work.
Not for as long as my arse points to the ground.
Ha. Accidents can happen. Get out.
If it was for me... But you see, there's other people involved.
Get out.
And besides, you've got junior over there to consider...
Out!
(LAUGHS) Just trying to be nice.
(SPITS)
MAN ON P.A.: Sprint car drivers,
would you recheck the board for your positions?
Where's Tomas? WIMPY: Oh, I don't know.
Hey. Where's Tomas? HARRY: I don't know, mate.
MAN ON P.A.: Sprint car drivers,
the second series of your positions is on the board.
Don't touch it. You'll fuck it up.
HARRY: You right? WIMPY: OK! Let's move it out!
(ALL GRUNT)
(SIGHS)
(SOBS)
(ENGINE REVS)
Are you happy tonight?
I'd be silly if I wasn't, hey?
I don't know about you sometimes.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY) Neither do i.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
Did you mean what you said? What?
Tonight. Of course I did.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
Are you alright, then?
I don't want you to take me home. Yet.
I want us to be together.
I love you.
(STEVE STARTS ENGINE)
(STEVE DRIVES OFF)
Where are they going to?
I don't know, Wimp. Follow them.
RABBIT: Wimp, pull over here.
That's it. He's over 18. He can do what he likes, yeah?
(BRUSHES TEETH)
Oh, her Mum's not going to like that.
(SPITS) Wimpy, would you just shut up?
(SIGHS)
Trouble. Trouble.
(TUTS AND SIGHS)
(STEVE SIGHS)
Christ, that's cold! They turned the hot water off.
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
Ah!
Ah. (BLOWS OUT CANDLE)
(SIGHS)
Are you always this warm? Yep.
Are you always this cold? No.
(BELL TOLLS ON TELEVISION)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC ON TELEVISION)
(GUNSHOT ON TELEVISION)
(SPAGHETTI WESTERN MUSIC ON TELEVISION)
(RUTH GIGGLES) (WIMPY RATTLES DOOR)
(BOTH KISS)
(KNOCKS SOFTLY)
Sorry. Are you alright, mate?
(SOFTLY) What?!
I... just saw the van. I thought you might have had some trouble.
Do you want some licorice?
A-are you taking Ruth home tonight?
No! No, I'm not!
Oh.
Oh! (LAUGHS)
Oh. Sorry, mate. (LAUGHS SHEEPISHLY)
Oooh!
(WHISTLES MERRILY)
(SIGHS)
(BURPS) Where have you been?
Oh, nowhere. Just stretching my legs. (LAUGHS)
It's cracked. You'll have to change it.
(LOUDLY) You'll have to change it!
You'll have to change your underwear.
(RABBIT LAUGHS) Change your...! Ha ha!
RABBIT: Change his underwear! (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
Oh! (SNIFFS) (WIMPY SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
WIMPY: You don't smell like a rose yourself, Rabbit.
There's no races left in that one.
But, uh... (PHONE RINGS)
I just thought we could leave Dad's car in one piece.
(RUTH PICKS UP PHONE) Hello? Do you want to race or what?
You won't win any races sitting in this one.
RUTH: Sure. So?
Uh, Mr Tomas Hrvrka? There's a lady on the phone for you.
Lady on the phone for you, Tomas. (RUBS HANDS TOGETHER)
Uh, Steve, um... about last night, uh...
What about it? What happened?
N-nothing. Doesn't matter.
What do you mean, “doesn't matter”?
We're with you, you mug.
Oh, both of us. Yeah.
Oh, piss off.
TOMAS: I don't service people on Sunday.
RABBIT: What a nice guy. TOMAS: Who told you?
RABBIT: What happened last night, Wimp?
WIMPY: Nothing. Oh! Where are you?
Sure. I'll be there soon.
(CALLS OUT) I have to go!
Will you make sure that those two get to mass on time?
(TRAIN RATTLES OVERHEAD)
(YELLS INDISTINCTLY)
(TOMAS SINGS HAPPILY)
Are you Mr Hrvrka? What's the trouble, lady?
I've got something wrong with the back wheel.
(SINGS HAPPILY)
Oh, shit!
TOMAS: Bastards!
(GRUNTS)
It's your lucky day! We've got a message for you, mate.
Tell him, “Get fucked."
The boss wants an arm. (TOMAS GRUNTS)
(MAN LAUGHS) (SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(SCREAMS AND GROANS)
Don't push it too far or you'll end up in the same place as your mate.
You killed Ted? You bastards!
Oooh! (TED SCREAMS ANGRILY)
(BOTH LAUGH)
(TYRES SCREECH)
(TRAIN APPROACHES OVERHEAD)
(TRAIN RATTLES NOISILY OVERHEAD)
Called your mum? RUTH: Yeah. She wants me home.
She's crazy. You can come too, if you want.
I reckon between Wimpy and your mum, we're better off here.
Quick! Get out! Grab the extinguisher!
Steve! Quick! Get out!
(STEVE REVS ENGINE)
It's inside still.
Hold on.
RABBIT: Look. Three weeks work.
(CRASH!)
Tomas! RAT: Look what I found.
Oh, God. What's happened?
I reckon we've got some bastard worried.
Right. Move.
I thought we were going to stick it up them.
If you're going to get even,
you'd better make sure you get away with it.
This is nothing. This is just a taste.
Of what? (SIGHS)
Steve, they've done Ted.
They've done him.
Listen, isn't it time we stopped fucking around?
Where do we look?
It's Wayne. He's the spotter.
And he's the messenger boy.
(MOUTHS)
(WHISTLES)
See you later, Ron. Take it easy.
(WHISTLES)
(GASPS)
Which one of you bastards killed my old man? Hey?
I don't know anything about your old man.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Hup! Howard did it!
This is just a job to me!
Take your clothes off, would you, tiger? What do you mean?
STEVE: Is he in there? No!
How do we get in there? Come on! There's keys!
STEVE: They're no bloody good! Where else?
Come on! WAYNE: After the railway...
Come on! After the railway crossing.
You go down a dead-end street. You can get in that way.
Huh? Go over the sump.
Where's Vincent? Hey?!
He's... he's at his lodge meeting at the bloody leagues club!
Shit! Janelle's working there tonight.
(WAYNE YELLS) Help! H...!
What are we going to do with you, eh, Wayne?
RABBIT: Kill him! (WAYNE BLUBBERS INDISTINCTLY)
I've got my van! Get it over with.
Ha-bloody-ha.
(WAYNE GRUNTS)
No-one likes a smart-arse, Wayne.
Shit, I didn't mean it, Wimpy.
Come on! Come on! Come on! RABBIT: Hey! Wimp!
RABBIT: You're a star! I think we should report a beached whale!
STEVE: It's OK.
(GIGGLES)
(SNIFFS) Oh!
(ENGINE REVS) Oh!
RABBIT: Come on, killer!
Where are you? I'm bloody here!
Alright. What do you want? Thank Christ you're here.
You can find him.
Find who? Wayne! I can't find him.
He's disappeared with the paperwork.
(SOFTLY) Shit.
Who are you dialing?
The police.
You can't. I've got cars going interstate with no paperwork.
(SIGHS) Jesus.
You'll find him, won't you? I mean, you'll know where he is.
(SIGHS)
(LAUGHS SOFTLY) Uh, you're not going to the lodge party wearing that, are you?
No. (LAUGHS SOFTLY)
I've got my frock in the car.
His frock in the car. Jesus Christ.
(TYRES SCREECH)
(RATTLES DOOR)
You're late! Where have you been? MEN: Where have we been?
(ALL LAUGH) They're onto us, mate!
They're onto us! Hey?
Wayne! What?
Why won't he ring, mate?
(SPITS)
(TYRES SCREECH)
Where are they? (TRAIN RATTLES OVERHEAD)
Where are they?!
Can't hear you.
Where are the rest of them?
Listen, you little ratbag bastard.
You and all your mates are off. Do you hear that?
(GROWLS) (CRIES OUT)
(GROANS) Tomas!
Think you're good enough on your own?
(TOMAS GROWLS) RAT: Tomas!
Tomas, he's a copper! (HOWARD GRUNTS)
(TOMAS GRUNTS)
Crawl, you dog! Crawl!
RAT: Get inside! (GROANS)
(TOMAS YELLS) If anything happens to those kids, I'll kill you!
Bastards! (TOMAS YELLS INDISTINCTLY)
(ROARS) You're dead! You're dead, you bastards!
WOMAN ON MICROPHONE: ..grouped geographically.
If they're between 15 and 25, they're like Africa -
half explored and half unexplored.
(MEN LAUGH)
25 to 35, they're like Asia - hot, torrid and mysterious.
35 to 45, they're like America - streamlined, efficient, cooperative.
What's up? It pays for the babysitter.
WOMAN ON MICROPHONE: they're like Europe - devastated but still good.
Jan... see that bloke?
JANELLE: Yeah.
That's Vincent. You keep him here.
For how long? Oh, call Tomas when he leaves.
But how? Give them something special.
Hey? A bit extra.
Put your hands together, with a big masonic welcome,
for Janelle Clapton!
(LAUGHS) (ALL CHEER AND APPLAUD)
A clap for Clapton!
I love you. I love you. I love you.
(MUTTERS) And respect you.
(MEN WOLF WHISTLE)
Hey, that was a man.
They'll talk. I want out.
Not if they know what's good for them. Now, pull yourself together!
We've got a party to organise.
(MEN CHEER AND WHISTLE)
(BAND PLAYS RAUNCHY BLUES MUSIC)
Steve, Pete. G'day.
Frank. Frank.
RUTH: And Joe. JOE: A good night for it.
RAT: Up there. RABBIT: You can get booked for this.
WIMPY: Shut up, Rabbit. This is serious.
Why do I have to stay here and look after the phone? Hey?
WIMPY: All aboard! STEVE: You right up there?
Tomas has got hands. One hand, anyway.
(MEN CHEER AND WHISTLE)
(MAN CALLS OUT) Get it off now!
(YELLS TRIUMPHANTLY AND LAUGHS)
(RAIL CROSSING BELL RINGS)
(STEVE CALLS OUT) Everyone still on back there?
(SPEAKS ANGRILY IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(CLANG! )
WIMPY: Rabbit! Go back and shut the gate!
(SIREN WAILS)
MAN: Move those little noggy arses! Move!
(SIREN WAILS)
MAN: It's alright. It's alright. It's outside.
Get out!
(SIREN APPROACHES) MAN: Stay where you are!
It's nothing! It's nothing!
(SPEAKS INAUDIBLY) (SPEAKS INAUDIBLY)
MAN: Stop, you bastards! You little fuckers!
(SIREN APPROACHES) (MEN YELL INDISTINCTLY)
Hey! I've got to know what's going on.
(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
HOWARD: I'll drive. You're drunk.
(ALL YELL)
(TYRES SCREECH)
(RABBIT YELLS) Bastards!
Stay and fight, you bastards! MAN: Jesus Christ!
(MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
(RAT YELLS) Oi! There's a ramp at the other end! They're getting away!
Steve! Go the other way! FRANK: Block the ramp!
WIMPY: Get him! (TYRES SCREECH)
RABBIT: They're coming through! Behind you! Look out!
(TYRES SCREECH)
( SLOSH!) (MAN SCREAMS)
RAT: Yee-ha! Whoo!
Shit!
(MAN ROARS)
No!
(MOUTHS) Trying to be smart, eh?
Go! Watch this.
(TYRES SCREECH) (CRIES OUT)
RAT: Suckers!
(TYRES SCREECH)
(LAUGHS)
STEVE: Rabbit! Back up! Hey!
WIMPY: Oh! JOE: Wait for it!
(LAUGHS) Hey! Come on!
(LAUGHS)
Here she comes! Get out! Get out!
RABBIT: Out of the way, Wimpy!
RABBIT: Yee-ha!
RAT: Steve!
I want this one. Come on. Get the cars in.
(TYRES SCREECH)
(MAN YELLS) Stop! Hold it! (YELLS INDISTINCTLY)
(STEVE CALLS OUT) Pete! Eddie! Over here!
(TYRES SCREECH)
MAN: We don't have to go in there.
We don't have to know anything about it.
Neither does anyone else.
(FEARFULLY) Well, I'm finished with it.
Everyone's going to know.
They'll know at the lodge. My bloody mother-in-law will know...
Oh, shut up, you weak bastard!
All they know is they're your best customers!
Well, I'm finished with it! Listen, you wimp.
We didn't set this up so you could piss off whenever you liked!
Now, get a hold of yourself.
VINCENT: Holy shit! Is that one of ours?
HOWARD: Stupid bastards. VINCENT: I'm getting out.
Hey, Howard, I'd better go with Dazza, I think...
Jesus Christ. Shut up.
(VINCENT KNOCKS ON WINDOW)
How do you roll this? It's a bloody heap!
I think it's time we cleaned out the can.
Where are you going?
I'm... I'm coming too.
I'll sort out the dough.
What are we hanging around here for? To tidy up your mess, sweetheart.
(MAN IMITATES PIG SQUEALING)
(CAR HORN BEEPS) RAT: Oi! Fuck-knuckle!
(LAUGHS)
(CAR HORN BEEPS) (MAN IMITATES PIG SQUEALING)
(HORNS BEEP REPEATEDLY) Stupid bastards.
Hey! Out there! Hey guys! (MOUTHS)
(MAN SPEAKS FEARFULLY) Hey, hey, guys. I've got money.
Come here! I've got money!
I've got money! We can do a deal!
Hey, come on. Come on. No, don't be stupid, fellas! Hey?
(CAR HORNS STOP)
(WHIMPERS)
Come on!
Just give me a minute!
(HUMS THE RIDE OF THE VALKYRIES BY RICHARD WAGNER)
(SCREAMS)
(TYRES SCREECH)
(LAUGHS)
(CONTINUES LAUGHING)
(ENGINE REVS)
Bloody stupid bastard.
Oh, shit!
(LOVE IS THE LAW BY PAUL KELLY PLAYS)
Here.
Leave some for the shit to stick.
Boys, we'll be having an all-night party at the panel shop.
Steve! RABBIT: He's back!
You take my car. Oh, Steve! Are you OK?
TOMAS: You and Ruth have been out all night, holding hands.
It's over? Yeah, it's over.
Pardon? I love you.
(PAUL KELLY SINGS) ♪ Love is the law
I The law is love
♪ Love is the law... ♪
Are you alright to drive?
Where am I driving to?
You're driving home.
Where's that?
Wherever we're together.
WIMPY: Hey, Rabbit! One on the target for true love, eh?
RABBIT: Yes, Wimpy. (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
(PAUL KELLY SINGS) ♪ I tell you the truth
♪ One day you'll wake up with tears in your eyes
♪ A tooth for a tooth
♪ A tongue for a tongue
♪ And a lie for a lie
♪ Love is the law
♪ The law is love
♪ Love is the law
♪ The law is love
♪ Love is the shock
♪ Of having somebody
♪ Who steals from me
♪ Love is the lock
♪ And you and me, baby, we've got the key
♪ Love is the law
♪ The law is love
♪ Love is the law
♪ The law is love
♪ The law says
♪ Hey
♪ La-la-la-la-Ia-la
♪ The law is love
♪ Out of my hands
♪ I'd give up my soul
♪ My whole body too
♪ Just understand
♪ I know what I want
♪ I know what to do
♪ Love is the law
♪ The law is love
♪ Love is the law
♪ The law is love
♪ The law says
♪ Hey
♪ La-la-la-la-Ia-la
♪ Love is the
♪ Love is the price
♪ I'll have to pay for you
♪ Love is divine
♪ Fixing me down
♪ I cannot stray from you
♪ Love is the law
♪ The law is love
♪ Love is the law
♪ The law is love
♪ Love is the law... ♪