Drift Page #6
whacked him on the nose there.
Just the whole vibe's
- The vibe.
- Peace, brother.
Hey, I just brought tom in
for a cup of tea.
- It's freezing out there.
- One step ahead of you, mom.
G'day, tom.
Milk, sugar?
Been looking for you.
Haven't got all day.
Yeah, well, you know,
maybe it hasn't come in yet.
I spoke to the supplier.
It's been delivered.
Stop wasting my f***in' time.
Relax, mate.
I'm--
I'm just saying that
you hope--
I just hope it hasn't been
shaped and sold already--
...maybe I'm not
making myself clear.
That gear belongs
to some very heavy people.
Right? There's not much
they won't do to get it back.
Which puts me in an awkward
position, do you understand?
Oh, I underst--
ah!
Do you understand?!
Hmm?
- Well?
- Okay, yeah. Fair enough.
Fair enough, yeah.
I get it.
I'm sorry, man.
I took your stuff.
Excuse me?
I took your stuff
and I went through it all.
The lot?
What, two kilos
in a week, you blew?
I'm so sorry.
Don't you f***in' lie to me!
Oh! I took it all,
you d*ckhead!
Do I look like
a f***in' idiot to you? Hey?!
Tomorrow you're going to come
bring me my gear.
Because if you don't,
I'm gonna come back here...
...and I won't be as forgiving
next time, do you understand?
Yeah.
Oh!
How's the nose?
It's still there.
Well, I guess
that's something, right?
How did we end up here?
Welcome to the real world.
Screw the real world.
I'm gonna get out of here.
I'm gonna grab Gus and leave,...
...go up the coast,
somewhere hard to find.
Just leave.
What do you reckon?
Can I get you
a cup of tea, Kat?
Kat?
Hey.
I'm fine. Just a little
bit wobbly today.
Okay.
Hey, it'll be all right.
- I promise.
- Yeah.
I'm sorry.
This is really stupid.
I'm not usually like this.
I'm fine.
Cup of tea would be lovely.
All right.
Thanks, sweetie.
Jeez, that's a bugger,
isn't it?
Hello, Andrew.
How you holdin' up?
Me, I'm fine.
Terrible business, Gus.
Ah, he was a good kid.
I liked him.
Bet you he'd be pissed off to know
that he's left you in the sh*t, eh?
I don't know what
you're talking about, mate.
Come on, don't waste my time, mate.
It was him who came to me,...
...offering to get my product
delivered to your factory.
That's news to me.
Oh, well, that's just
a minor detail.
What's a major f***in' detail
is it never got to me.
So now it's real simple--
...you either give me my gear
or you give me my money.
What do you reckon?
What about you go and get
f***ed, we call it even?
Hmm?
Fair enough.
Ha!
You know,
in some f***ed-up countries,...
...they'll chop a bloke's hand off for
stealing another bloke's gear.
Ah!
That's a silly place to park.
I wouldn't do that if I was
you, you f***in' hippie.
Take a long time
to forgive that.
bridge when we come to it.
Let him go.
Don't make me
ask your mom, Andy.
You have to go to the police.
And say what?
That I'm in a feud...
over a drug debt?
Which is not yours.
It was delivered to my factory.
I even signed for it.
Okay, then call Gordon king.
His offer is pretty
reasonable considering--
...considering what?
I do that,
You're nothing like him. He
never surfed a day in his life.
It doesn't matter, lani!
We're not selling out.
That's the point.
Tell her, j.B.
Tell her.
She's right.
Sometimes you got
to exploit the system, yeah,
or the system's going
to exploit you.
It's darwinian, man.
We adapt, we survive...
...and we move on.
What the f*** are you talking about,
after all we've been through?
Having come this far?
Is everything clear?
Any questions, Kat,
feel free to drop me a line.
Then sign it and return it
as soon as you can.
Hello, Andrew.
You're making a very wise
decision, Mrs. Kelly.
Mom?
Hey!
You really thought
I'd agree to that, did you?
It's not up to you. The house
is in your mother's name.
I think you'll find
it's a very fair price.
What, the exact same amount
we paid for it 12 years ago?
- The market's been very flat.
- Andy!
- You thieving prick!
- Andrew, enough!
Safe travels.
Andrew, this way
we get to pack up...
...and start again somewhere new.
- We're not going anywhere, mom.
- I know about Miller.
Lani told me.
that we live here. All right?
And you're telling me that we're going to
run away with our tail between our legs?
Without so much as a fight?
A real fighter knows when to stand
his ground and when to walk away.
I thought you'd
worked that out by now.
It'll sort out the bank,
it's gonna take care of Miller.
Think about it.
These are pro surfers
from all over the world.
- You'll be lucky if you even qualify.
- It's $5,000, lani.
Which you have zero chance
of winning.
You think I'm gonna roll over for these
pricks, you've got another think coming.
This is real.
Miller is not going away.
- Exactly!
- Would you stop?
What?
You can't fix this on your own.
Okay?
You can't.
Not this time.
If Jimmy were here,
it might be a different story.
Yeah, but Jimmy's
not here, is he?
You know the trouble with
being the last man standing?
You got no one
to share it with.
Come on, come over here.
Have a good surf, man.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Is this the place to register
for the qualifying events?
Yeah yeah.
What's your name?
Andrew Kelly.
Uh, nah,
I've got a James Kelly.
Yeah, that's my brother.
I just want to compete
in the open qualifiers.
It's a pro event, so qualifying
heats are invite only.
- Sorry.
- Price of popularity, I'm afraid.
Hey, what do you think?
Too big?
She reckons you're not holding an
open qualifying round, Gordon.
I'm afraid not.
Seems everyone from sunny down...
...wants a crack at the five gs.
We are drowning in interest.
So what difference
would one more make then?
You scared an unknown
might scoop the pool?
Jeez.
You know what?
It breaks my heart
to see a grown man beg.
Hey, I can't help you
out there, though.
Good luck.
Day one of the
ocean king qualifying round,...
...with some heavy waves
out the back,...
...connecting right through
to the inside bank here.
Let's have a look.
Turning and paddling hard is the
seacliffe local, Andrew Kelly.
Oh, it's a very low take-off--
no, he's made the drum!
He's crashed right down
through the lip!
Oh, this is tremendous stuff.
He's looking for the pocket.
Oh, ho ho ho!
Heavy wipe-out there
from Andrew Kelly!
Gee whiz, that's not
going to impress the judges.
I reckon he's already
trailing on the scoreboard.
Looks to be a little
out of his depth
in this building
six-to-eight-foot swell.
There's only seconds
to go now, folks.
Last chance for
one lucky surfer to step up...
...and score enough points to make
it through to the main event.
Oh, ho!
Top stuff!
Coming from behind to snag
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