VINCE COLOSIMO ON TV: Listen, mate,
what are you talking about?
ERIC BANA ON TV: Cash.
VINCE: There's no cash here.
Here there's no cash, alright?
‐Cash, no. Robbo? ‐SAM HOULI ON TV: No cash.
Well, I'll tell you what, you try getting from
where you're sitting to the front door.
You know what I've noticed?
Before I became a director,
I used to watch movies like everybody else,
you know, like an audience member.
But now I watch movies completely differently.
Now I look for the lighting, the camera angles,
the way the camera moves and shit.
RAY: Mm.
I wouldn't mind making movies one day, you know?
Like, serious movies, you know?
‐Like a Hollywood movie? ‐Yeah.
Yeah, you'd fit right in over there, mate.
‐Yeah? ‐Mm.
You reckon?
Yeah, they're all fucking perverts.
Ah.
‐Fuck you. ‐(CHUCKLES)
..is now, isn't he?
‐Get a fucking rag! ‐Forget the rag, boys.
Get the fucking cash, would you?
GARY: Oh!
‐School reunion's this week. ‐Really?
Yeah.
I didn't get an invite.
Oh, that's 'cause you're a cunt.
‐Why'd they invite you, then? ‐Yeah, good point.
They probably just didn't have your contact details,
couldn't get in contact with you.
‐It doesn't mean you can't go. ‐Ah, I don't care.
I'm not going anyway.
You're coming!
No, I'm not.
You might get laid.
Is that why you're going?
‐(LAUGHS) Yeah! ‐Pff.
I'm single and ready to mingle, mate.
It might do you good.
It might help you to get your mind off, you know...
‐Nah, mate, you go. ‐Mate, you gotta come.
‐I need a wingman. ‐I'm not fucking going.
That's it.
MONTELL JORDAN: ♪ This is how we do it
♪ This is how... ♪
Ah. "Welcome, Class of '96."
Look, there's Jai!
‐Remember Jai? ‐Yeah.
♪ This is how we do it... ♪
Gazza?!
‐Carrie! ‐(LAUGHS) Oh, my God!
‐How you going? ‐You look amazing!
Yeah, look at you! Good to see you!
CARRIE: Oh, it's amazing to see you.
‐Yeah, my goodness. ‐Wow. Hey.
‐Hey, Carrie. ‐Hi.
‐It's Ray. ‐Ray! Ray.
‐Shoesmith. ‐Shoesmith.
‐RAY: Yeah. ‐Yeah.
Did we have any classes together?
Yeah, for about two years.
Oh, OK.
Yeah.
Ah, he looks different without the school uniform.
Right.
‐Ray! Yeah. ‐Yeah. Yeah, good to see you.
Good to see you. You're looking good.
‐Yeah, you look great. ‐Looking good, Ray.
‐Yeah. ‐So, are you still with Dave?
‐No, no! God. ‐Dave McGrath.
Your memory is amazing! Wow!
Well, you guys were together from Year 7
until, like, all the way through to 12.
‐Yeah! ‐You were, like, inseparable.
‐You were like a married couple. ‐No.
‐Yeah, no, not together? ‐No.
‐You don't remember Ray? ‐No!
Uh, can I get a scotch and Coke?
Yeah.
Uh, and can I get a bourbon
with that diet crap in it, please?
‐Mm‐hm. ‐Thanks.
GARY: Nothing, since...since '96.
‐Yeah, trying to perfect it. ‐Oh, OK.
‐Yeah. ‐Yeah, alright. OK.
‐But, I mean, you look amazing. ‐Oh, beauty. Yeah.
Thanks very much. Scrub up alright.
I'm hungry, so I'm gonna grab some food. I'll be back.
Yeah, OK. Alright.
(EXHALES)
‐There you go. ‐Oh, beauty.
‐Cheers. ‐Cheers.
‐Oh, shit. ‐What?
GARY: Look out.
‐The blondie? ‐Yeah, Meaghan Clarke.
Mm. She's alright.
‐Alright? ‐Mm.
Mate, I had the biggest fucking crush on her.
She was, like, my first. My first big crush.
Steffi Graf.
First crush.
Steffi Graf?
What's wrong with Steffi Graf?
‐Big nose. ‐I like a big nose.
‐Adds character. ‐Fair enough.
‐Mate, first time I saw her... ‐Mm.
‐..it was the school holidays... ‐Mm.
..and she was riding a big white horse
in the paddock behind our house.
‐Yeah. ‐Love at first sight.
Then when I went back to school, there she was,
but we never, ever had a class together.
I was fucking devastated.
‐Was this after I left? ‐No.
‐You didn't tell me about it. ‐I didn't tell anyone about it.
Well, off you go.
What?
Go talk to her.
Nah. What am I gonna say?
You chicken?
('LET'S MOVE ON' BY MISTER AUL AND NICOLAS BAUDINO PLAYS)
Ah.
Wish me luck.
Meaghan?
Meaghan Clarke?
Gary...Thomas.
‐Yeah! ‐(LAUGHS)
‐You remembered! ‐Yeah!
Ha! My goodness.
‐Isn't this crazy? ‐This is weird.
Mental, seeing all these old heads.
‐I know. ‐Making me feel so old!
(GARY SIGHS)
All these memories come flooding back.
I know.
So, what have you been... What do you do these days?
‐Oh, you know, just working. ‐Yeah?
‐Yeah. ‐OK. What do you do?
‐I'm in real estate. ‐OK. Yeah, great.
‐Yeah. ‐Wow. Yeah.
That's funny. It just so happens I'm looking to buy.
Oh, right. Well, I'm in rentals.
Oh, OK, well, I'm actually looking to rent.
(MUSIC PLAYS INSIDE)
‐Hey. ‐Hey.
(COUGHS)
Time to quit.
‐Yeah. ‐(HALF‐LAUGHS)
You a teacher, are you?
I was. Principal now.
‐Oh, yeah. ‐Did you go to school here?
Yeah, yeah.
‐What's your last name? ‐Shoesmith.
‐Hm. ‐Yours?
‐Hurley. ‐Hurley?
Mm.
Did you used to take kids to the Lithgow field day?
Yeah. Were you in my class?
No, no. I remember you, though.
Oh, I give you a hard time, did I?
Yeah, you did a bit, mate.
Yeah.
I was a bit of a hard‐arse in my younger days.
I used to drag my feet.
Sorry?
When I walked, I used to drag my feet.
Oh.
One day, I was walking up the hall.
You started yelling at me.
You said, "Lift your bloody feet when you walk."
‐Yeah? ‐Mm.
If you had have asked me nicely,
it wouldn't have been a problem, you know?
But because you were rude,
I started walking up the hallway like this.
So, then you dragged me into a bloody classroom
full of sixth‐graders,
you made me walk up and down in front of them.
Don't remember?
No.
Ah.
Yeah, they thought it was funny. You were laughing too.
I certainly don't remember doing anything like that.
Why would you?
Look, all I'm saying is I don't remember this now.
That's not to say it didn't happen.
I'm just saying I don't remember it.
Mm.
But if it did happen,
and I'm quite sure that it's possible,
then I apologise.
Lot of good it does me now, huh?
‐Yeah, maybe so. ‐Mm.
I'm sorry for that too.
But, uh...
..this was, what, 30 years ago?
So?
Well... (CHUCKLES)
..no offence, but you hang onto this shit for that long,
can't be good for you.
Well, that's what people do, mate. They hold onto shit.
That's why you've got to be careful how you treat people.
‐Hm. Yeah. ‐Yeah.
Fair enough.
Oh, look, for what it's worth, and I know it isn't much,
I'm sorry.
When I started teaching, to be honest,
dealing with kids... (CHUCKLES)
..it used to scare me quite a bit.
So, I always thought I had to be this tough guy, you know?
Whereas, really, I'm just a softie.
Fair enough.
(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING INSIDE)
‐A film director? ‐Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Just recently started my own production company.
Here, I'll give you a business card.
So, if you, um, get any ideas, give us a call.
‐'Naughty Boy Productions'. ‐Yeah.
‐NBP for short. ‐(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Hey, g'day, mate.
‐Remember Ray? ‐Ray...
Did you go to Rousley High?
‐He left early. ‐Yeah.
‐He left early. ‐(LAUGHS) Sorry.
MAN: Oi, Shit‐dick!
(LAUGHS) Fuck!
‐Fucking Shit‐dick! ‐Hey, g'day, Kenny.
(LAUGHS) Look who it is!
‐Hey, Shit‐dick! ‐G'day, Dame. Jase.
‐JASE: Onya, Shit‐dick. ‐Shit‐dick.
‐How are you? ‐Good, Kenny. How are you, mate?
‐Fucking good! ‐Yeah, good.
KENNY: Oh.
‐Hey? ‐Hey, Kenny.
Meaghan. Fucking how long has it been, Shit‐dick?
Too long, Kenny. Too long.
Hey, why do you keep calling him 'Shit‐dick'?
‐What, you don't know the story? ‐No.
Meaghan doesn't know the story why we call him Shit‐dick!
Tell her, mate. Tell her. It's a cracker!
‐Are you gonna tell her? ‐Nah, nah.
‐Come on, mate. ‐Nah.
Alright, I will. Do you remember that cabin that my parents had?
‐Ha, mate... ‐Yeah? Out the back of Bathurst?
‐Yeah. Oh, yeah. ‐How you going, Kenny?
‐Who are you? ‐Ray.
Ray who?
Hey, just can it with the Shit‐dick stuff, will you?
‐What? ‐You're cock‐blocking Gaz.
(LAUGHS) Shit‐dick?
Yeah. So, just ease up, OK?
Don't tell me to fucking ease up.
Hey, Kenny, Kenny, Kenny...
I'll fucking knock your spark out.
‐Yeah? Come on, then. Go on. ‐Kenny, calm down. Hey.
‐(GRUNTS) ‐Come on.
‐(GROANS) ‐(PEOPLE EXCLAIM)
‐You right, mate? ‐Yeah, yeah, yeah.
‐Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray! ‐(PEOPLE EXCLAIM)
(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)
‐(GRUNTS) ‐(GASPS)
‐Get up! Get up! ‐(GROANS)
Stop it!
‐(PEOPLE GASP AND EXCLAIM) ‐Shit!
Fuck.
RAY: You right?
GARY: Maybe it's your hair, you know?
'Cause your hair was a lot longer at school
and it was curly.
You know, and you've got all the facial hair now.
Maybe that's why no‐one recognised you, you know?
Somebody should have fucking remembered me.
Yeah, well, I guarantee you
they'll fucking remember you now.
(GARY LAUGHS)
(BOTH LAUGH)
‐Hey, Dad. ‐Hey.
‐What you doing? ‐Cleaning up.
‐How was your day? ‐Yeah, not bad.
How's school?
Really good.
Ah.
Are you happy, Dad?
Am I happy?
Yeah.
Yeah. Are you happy?
Yeah.
Do you miss Uncle Bruce?
Mm. Do you?
Yeah.
Mm.
Do you miss Ally?
Yeah, sometimes.
I really liked her.
Mm. So did I.
I love you, Dad.
Love you too.
What's going on?
What?
Have you taken something?
No.
Don't lie to me.
Yeah, that's your job, isn't it, Ray? (CHUCKLES)
What have you taken?
Nothing.
Yeah, you've taken something. I can tell. So, what is it?
Um...I had a cap.
What's a cap?
I don't know. M‐D‐A something?
Where'd you get it?
Just a friend.
‐What friend? ‐Just someone at school.
‐Who? ‐Doesn't matter.
It does matter, OK? Who gave it to you?
Relax, Dad.
‐Gaz. ‐Yeah?
‐Keep an eye on Brit, will you? ‐Sure.
I'll be back.
Alright.
I'm gonna go.
Laters.
(ENGINE REVS)
‐Where'd you get the cap? ‐Huh?
Cap you gave my daughter.
‐Where'd you get it? ‐What cap?
Mate, you don't tell me what I wanna know,
I'm gonna beat you around the head with that skateboard.
‐Where'd you get the cap? ‐OK! I got it from Troy.
‐Troy who? ‐I don't know his last name.
‐Where's he live? ‐Somewhere on Carter Street.
‐Give me a number. ‐I don't know the number.
I don't know the... It's a red brick house.
There's a... There's a yellow garage door.
That school you go to, right, you don't go there no more.
You got it? Alright?
And if I ever see you with my daughter again, OK...
(WHISPERS) ..I'm gonna cut your balls off.
Yeah? Now, get the fuck out of here.
(LOW, OMINOUS MUSIC)
(ENGINE STARTS)
‐(HIP‐HOP MUSIC PLAYS INSIDE) ‐Hello. (CHUCKLES)
What have we got here, then? A little baby pussycat.
She's come to get some milk.
(SNIFFS) Come in.
Close the door.
(HIP‐HOP MUSIC CONTINUES)
Mm, take a seat.
(EXHALES) Hallelujah.
Oh, fucking hell.
(PANTS, CHUCKLES)
(EXHALES, SNIFFS)
You're an expert. (LAUGHS)
Come here. (CHUCKLES)
Look at you. (CHUCKLES)
Look at your little nose. It's like a little button.
(CHUCKLES, SNIFFS)
Oh, God.
(SCREAMS)
Get out.
(SHOUTS) Go!
‐(BOTTLES CLATTER) ‐GIRL: Get off!
GARY: Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah. Keep going. Yeah.
That's it. G'day, mate.
(CLEARS THROAT)
(SIGHS)
That's it. And back. OK.
Then it's me. Oh!
Gotta be quick! Gotta be quick.
Don't want you seeing that Adrian again, OK?
It's not his fault. I wanted to try it.
I don't care whose fault it was, alright?
I don't want you seeing him. That's it.
That's bullshit.
‐Watch the language. ‐Or what? You're gonna shoot me?
No, I'll just shoot your boyfriend.
‐Your ex‐boyfriend. ‐Great.
Then you can go back to prison where you belong.
So, if I see you with him again,
I'll tell your mother about the cap, OK,
and then you can deal with her, OK?
Fine. I'll tell her you have a gun in the house.
I'm going home.
You're not going anywhere.
I'll call Mum. She can come get me.
‐RAY: Fine by me. ‐Fine!
(DOOR SLAMS)
(INHALES SLOWLY)
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
Yeah!
Reflexes of a cat.
(SIGHS)
(DOOR OPENS)
Any good?
I like it with olives, though.
Yeah, I ran out.
I don't want to fight with you anymore.
Me either.
I just worry about you, that's all,
you know?
In a couple of years, you'll be grown up.
You'll be out there in the world.
The thing you don't understand is, you know,
there's bad people out there, you know?
What do you mean?
Evil. Bad people doing bad stuff, you know?
‐Like what? ‐I can't even tell you.
Why?
You'd be too scared to go out the front door if I told you.
I mean, you know, when I was a kid...
..I didn't always do what I was told.
I did naughty stuff, you know.
You're gonna do naughty stuff.
All kids do, you know?
But...
..I don't want you to feel like, um...
I don't... I don't want you to feel like
you can't tell me something because you're scared of
how I'm gonna react, you know?
I want you to feel like, if you get in a bad situation,
um, you know, you're in trouble,
I want you to feel like you can talk to me, OK?
That's, you know...
I can't help worrying about you. Sorry.
But, you know, I worry about you 'cause I love you.
You know that, right?
Aww, thanks, Dad.
You little shit.
('IS THIS WHAT I GET FOR LOVING YOU?' BY THE RONETTES)
♪ There's been a lot of talk around
♪ That you've been seen with a certain party
♪ And now I'm so afraid
♪ I'm losing you
♪ Oh, baby
♪ Don't tell me you don't want my love
♪ I couldn't give it to just anybody
♪ Baby, won't you tell me
♪ It's not true?
♪ Don't leave me, baby
♪ Don't tell me it's over
♪ After I trusted you... ♪