Drift
Let's go, muscles.
- Hey! Where do you think you're going?! Huh?
- Ah!
- Go! Go!
- Open this door, woman! So help me God!
Open the bloody door!
Go, mom!
Drive!
There'll be no green bottles
standing on the wall
10 blue bottles
standing on the wall...
Ah, look at that.
Oi, Jimmy!
Come back here.
Goofy, get back here!
Can you go get
your brother, please?
Nuh-uh.
No way, kiddo.
I've got a job interview in Albany
and it's still a day's drive away.
Albany's gonna suck.
And it's not going
to have waves like that.
You could find a job here easy.
Andrew, I'm not going
to ask you again.
Come on, it's a sign.
We'll fit right in.
I promise.
Aww!
- Big boy, let's go! Hit him!
- Say it again, I dare you!
I'm all ears, mate. Got
anything else you want to add?
Come on, Lincoln!
Nah, I didn't think so.
Go on then,
piss off back to Sydney
d*ckhead.
Awww!
Boys, break it up!
You lads break it up!
Get off of him!
God!
Nothin' but trouble, you lot.
I'll be back in an hour.
Don't even think
about going anywhere.
We'll talk about this then.
Feel like a quick wave?
Deep down in Louisiana
close to new Orleans
way back up in the woods
among the evergreens
there stood a log cabin
made of earth and wood
where lived
a country boy...
Hey there.
I'm Gus.
Jimmy Kelly.
How's it goin', fellas?
It's a bit nippy, eh?
Be warmer back on land, mate.
Go, Johnny, go go...
Guess I'll see you
when I see you.
Oi, wait your turn!
Johnny b. Goode...
He used to carry his guitar
in a gunny sack
go sit beneath
the tree...
Whoo!
Oh, the engineers would
see him sitting in the shade
strumming with the rhythm
that the drivers made
people passing by,
they would stop and say
"oh my, that little
country boy could play..."
Wow.
Hello, Mr. fix-it.
Oh, just basic patching,
glassing.
Caravans and canoes and stuff.
The nearest ding-fixer's
in perth,
so I do most of
the locals' boards as well.
Cool.
Really?
Yeah.
It's unreal.
Sweet. All right,
let's take a look at ya.
The nose section's
pretty stuffed.
I can try and bog her up, but I'm not
too sure how good she'll turn out.
Why don't we just chop it off?
He did.
Yeah, genius.
That's dick brewer.
Bloke's a legend.
Probably has dozens of boards.
- So?
- So we've only got the one.
What if we stuff it up? I'm already
in a enough sh*t with mom.
Couldn't make it any worse.
Sorta makes sense.
Less surface area, less drag.
Your board, but.
Whoa!
Pointing it the right way?
Ya little mullet.
No, Jim, no no no no,
not that one. Jim!
Jimmy!
Whoo!
Whoo!
And for the first time
in the history of the comp',...
...we've scored ourselves
a sponsor!
Which means finally
someone else gets the privilege...
...of putting on the keg.
And that someone is
Mr. ocean king himself,
Gordon king!
- Over to you, gordo.
- All right.
Thanks, Ron.
Look, ocean king
are stoked to be here,...
...supporting surfing at a grassroots
level in Western Australia.
By now you've all
Where are you, darlin'?
Now come on, come over here.
Right? Ha ha ha!
Look at that, eh?
If you're nice to her,
she might even give you...
...a free stick
I'll give her a stick!
Yeah, right on, mate.
Back in your box.
I can tell we all want to have a
beer, so let's get on with it.
Okay, the winner
of the 1972 ocean king...
...seacliffe amateur surf comp'...
...on what I am told
is his trademark red rocket,...
...it's Jimmy Kelly!
Come up here, son!
You got it!
Ah, sh*t!
- Oh!
- Whoo!
- Yeah!
- Speech! Speech!
Well...
- Let's get pissed!
- Yeah!
Ah, slow down a bit, mate.
Anyone'd think
you got somewhere else to go.
Yeah, wind's going
off-shore, Percy.
Be clean as a whistle
out there right now.
I knock this one off, I'll get
half an hour in the water...
...before the sharks
come out and eat me.
Rather you than me, mate.
Come on, Percy!
Chop chop!
You old bag of bones!
You're not done yet, mate.
Hang in there, Andy.
You won't have to carry
the old bugger for much longer.
He's been carrying me
long enough, Stan.
He probably deserves a bit of a
breather by now, don't you reckon?
Aw, you're a soft touch. Plenty of time
for that when he's not on the clock.
- Right, Percy?
- Oh, right as rain, Stan.
About bloody time.
You were supposed to be here
this morning!
You blokes don't mind working
back to unload it, do you?
Hey, Jimmy!
Ah.
Hey, ladies.
- How you doin'?
- Nice car.
Ah, thanks.
Nice bike.
- Hey, you.
Goofy, you smelly
old bastard, mate.
Jesus, I thought my day sucked.
I'm just finishing up.
So?
How'd he go?
I thought we were going
to fix mom's car?
Oh, sh*t, I totally forgot.
- I'm meeting the boys for a drink.
- Which boys?
I don't know, just the usual.
How was your day?
Long.
You're really not going
to ask how it went.
How what went?
D*ckhead!
- Mom told you, didn't she?
- She couldn't help herself, mate.
- Ahh! Jimmy Kelly!
- Whooo!
How good is that, mate?
Now you make it to the nationals, I'm
going to ask Stan for the day off.
- How's that?
- Yeah, right.
I'll believe that
when I see it.
I'll fix the car on the weekend.
I promise.
F***in' hell.
Whoa, thought it
was a nightmare
lo, it's all so true
they told me,
"don't go walkin' slow
the devil's on the loose"
better run
through the jungle
better run through
the jungle
better run
through the jungle
whoa, don't look back
to see...
You boys know the fine for
pilfering another man's crayfish?
It's 10 bucks...
Per cray.
How many you got?
That's 20 bucks
right there, mate.
Honestly,
we're really sorry, mate.
Yeah, well, you will be
if the owner ever catches you.
I can't believe you get
away with living like this.
Who's gonna stop me?
I don't know.
Movin' around all the time...
...taking surf photographs,...
...not knowing where you're gonna
be one day to the next?
Doesn't seem like a job, right?
It's not.
It's not a job.
Look, I surf
and I get to document it.
If some idiot wants
to put diesel in my bus...
...and buy me a plane ticket,
sweet, but it's not a job.
Hey.
Just don't tell anyone.
G'day.
- Hey.
- Where'd you come from?
I was surfing that little
left-hander off the point.
What's that called again?
- Um, lefties.
- Of course.
So let me guess. What,
Southern California, right?
Malibu?
Hawaii, west coast of oahu.
So what happened? You get sick
of warm water and perfect waves?
- Something like that.
- Huh.
How long you and your
boyfriend in town for?
J.B.'S not my boyfriend.
He's my dad's friend.
Uh, dad wasn't too stoked
with the boys...
I was hanging out with
on the island,...
...so he asked j.B. If I could
tag along for a few months.
Figured it might
straighten me out.
What, he actually thought hanging with j.B.
Might straighten you out?
- Should have seen the other boys.
Jimmy Kelly.
Hey, I'm lani.
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