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Newcastle
(Crossing bell)
(Foghorn)
- What the f***...?!
- (Door slams)
She kick you out again?
You go in my room again
and I'll f***ing kill ya.
Well, nice hair there, Faggus! (Laughs)
That deserves a noogie,
don't you think?
Goddammit, Victor, I ain't having
your bullshit in this house!
It's all right. Won't be here long.
- Good.
- (Whispers) F***.
Oh f*** off, man, no!
(Reggie) Hey, watch your language!
Hurry up!
(Fergus) Occupied.
That's it.
I'm going to sh*t on your pillow.
(Fergus) Hey, come on.
(Jesse) Yeah, oh! Flush the guitar.
Yeah.
(Jesse) That's right.
Get the f*** out.
Dun-dun-dun, poing!
Oh, you c*nt.
Still riding that piece of sh*t?
Yeah, I'm getting
my new board today, though.
- About time.
- F*** off.
You coming to my trial, Mum?
Love, you know I got work on.
Good luck, though.
- Don't blow it. Again.
- F*** off!
Hey! Enough of that language.
I'll see you tonight.
Yeah, righto. Dad'll be over.
- Yeah. No worries. I'll see you tonight.
- Victor, are you coming for dinner?
Most likely.
He's got nowhere else to go.
Oh! Shush, you.
- Dad didn't even say nothing.
- About what?
My surf trial.
Love, he's been through all that
with Victor. You'll be right.
Oh, purple now.
Oi.
- I'll come, Jess.
- Yeah, as if.
Never knock back a fan, Jess.
Hey. Hello?
- Hey, Gramps.
- Go your hardest.
And, for Chrissake,
enjoy yourself out there.
OK, ready? Er, love the hair.
(Boy) Hey, hurry up!
(Excited chatter)
Yeah! Whoo!
- (Jesse) Sh*t, yeah!
- Hello, Nate.
Yes! My new board!
Check out the rails on this, man.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! No, no, no, Jesse.
No, Jess, not today, mate.
- Maybe next time.
- (Jesse) Oh, come on.
That's not part of the deal, Jess.
You gotta get in the contest first.
- Like I'm not gonna.
- (Roy) See ya, boys!
- Thanks, Dad.
- See ya, Dad.
F*** it, man.
It's got the new H2s and everything.
- (Scotty) Hey, Ripley.
- How are ya?
- Nice board, mate.
- Yeah. It goes good, eh.
(Horn honking)
(Danny) Come on, move!
Get this sh*t out of the back!
(Scotty laughs)
(Danny) Whoa, sorry there, mate.
Sorry, Sonny.
Go on. Don't just stand there
like a bunch of flaccid penises.
Get this sh*t out of my car!
- You're the one that's late.
- Come on, Sonny.
Move it!
You, erm, you have a couple
last night, Danny?
Yeah, get that bloody deckchair, too.
I'll be needing that.
- (Horn)
- There's your call, mate.
- F*** off. I ain't staying here.
- Just like your bro said.
Half-brother,
and don't say sh*t about him.
Righto, righto, righto.
Righto. Shut your cakeholes.
- Now we got two spots.
- Two spots?
- (Danny) That's all they're giving this year.
- Sh*t!
- There go your chances.
- Get f***ed, Ripley.
- Oh yeah?
- (Jesse) Yeah, really!
- Really?
- (Danny) Hey! Hey!
Hey, hey! Hey, cut it out!
Cut it out.
is going to cost you points.
I ain't the one...
- You want to stand there all day...
- Oh, f***'s sake.
..or did you come here to f***ing surf?
Why don't you give me your boardshorts?
I'll give you a skirt.
- Keep going.
- Righto.
This is how it's going to work.
Cunny, write this down.
Everyone will have 15-minute heats.
Best two waves,
the two blokes go through.
So, erm, Jesse.
- Er... F***, what's his name?
- (Scotty laughs) It's Nathan.
(Danny) Nathan.
Nathan, Ripley and Andy, you're up.
- It's ours.
- F***, yeah.
Yeah, what about me?
Yeah, well...
You and Cunny
can keep score for me.
Hey, Derek.
You're on the horn, mate.
(Sounds horn)
(Laughter)
F***ing hell! Not in me ear! F*** off!
Give me the bloody horn. Get out of it.
(Barks)
Oh, Andy!
My arse.
His first wave, Andy gets a nine.
Give him a nine. Give him a nine.
The boys are up.
(Jesse) Move!
Oi! Oi!
Double! Check it out!
Hey! Shitheads!
Double interference!
You get nothing! Nothing!
- (Sounds horn)
- Shitheads!
You would have got an eight
but you get f***ing nothing.
- You blew my ride!
- F*** off! It was mine!
You didn't f***ing call it.
- Get f***ed, Jesse.
- Prick!
You just stay the f*** out of my way,
Nathan.
Jesse, chill out.
There's going to be another wave.
Later, faggots.
Give him a six.
Six?
Ripley?
F***, give him a seven, then.
I don't give a f***.
Sh*t!
You know, it ain't an ashtray.
Yeah, it ain't a toilet either,
but we still piss in it.
We're all going to have to put in
some extra time this weekend.
We've got to overhaul a big one
that's coming in.
Don't look at me. I got off.
So do some of the other blokes,
but they're still willing to put in.
Why would I do that?
'Cause this is the job
that feeds your kids now, right?
Not bloody surfing.
Yeah, you got that right.
I'm just trying to help you out, son.
(Foghorn)
A little too late to be playing daddy.
You know, I stuck my neck out for you.
Damn it, Fergus!
Hi, Mick. How's the water?
- Ah, it's good today, Bette.
- Good.
Who's that?
- Bette.
- (Laughs) Bette?
Hey. How long?
- Just over a minute.
- Is that all?
- Well, you're not a bloody fish, mate.
- I'm trying to build my lung capacity.
Well, just get Jess and his mates
to teach you to surf already.
Yeah, like that's gonna happen.
- (Jesse) Why the hell are you surfing?
- Uh-oh.
- All you do is f*** things up!
- Don't even f***ing go there!
- It was my f***ing wave!
- (All shouting)
- I didn't make it either.
- Oh, like you had a f***ing chance!
- F***.
- (Andy) He's right, it's not that big a deal.
You don't even wanna be
in the f***ing contest, Andy.
I mean, do you want anything?
Oh no, that's right,
you've already got it all.
Jess. How'd you go?
F***ing third.
Man, I'd give you my spot,
but my Dad would kill me.
Oh, that's big of you.
You want to talk about it?
You sure?
Just keep at it, Jess.
Your time will come.
A whole 'nother year
in this shithole, Gramps.
You've got a funny definition
of a shithole, Jess.
All right, here it goes. I reckon
we should hit Stocko this weekend.
- Here we go.
- Camp the dunes, get some waves.
(Scotty) Be sweet as.
(Nathan) How?
(Scotty) Ah, you.
- Me?
- Yeah, you. You got your Ps.
Like my olds
are gonna let me drive out there.
F***. His olds.
How about if you just don't tell them,
you d*ckhead?
Funny, Scotty!
(Andy) Aren't your parents
going away this weekend?
- Yeah, to Sydney.
- Hmm.
Well, there you go.
What do you reckon, Jess?
I'll snag some beers off Danny again.
Like I'm going away
with you f***ing tools!
It's better than spending
the weekend with Victor and Fag Boy.
Don't say sh*t about Victor.
You don't know nothin' about him.
Oi. Jess.
Hey, Jesse.
- (Jesse) Hey.
- How's it going?
- Hi, Scotty.
- Hey.
- (Debra) Hi, Andy.
- Hey.
Oi, wait up.
What are youse doin' this weekend?
Youse wanna hang out with us?
- What are you doing?
- (Debra) I don't know.
Maybe. (Giggles)
Hi, Nathan.
(Mimics) Hi, Nate.
Why? You guys going somewhere?
Well, erm, Nathan has got a car,
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