Newcastle Page #2

you see, so...

(They laugh)

So yeah.

- (Laughter)

- (Nathan) No. No.

Hey! Piss off.

OK, what if I can't get the keys?

Oh, you'll get 'em.

No. Mum'll stash 'em somewhere.

Or take 'em. She's not stupid!

- Neither are you!

- Exactly.

Look, come on, Jess.

Stop being such a p*ssy, dude.

Debra's gonna go

and you'll get your chance with her.

- She said she's keen.

- Do you reckon they'll show?

Sh*t, yeah!

Leah's like totally into you, dude.

All right. I'll tell my mum

I'm training at yours.

Yeah, youse all say

you're staying at mine.

Me, I'll say I'm staying at Nate's.

We'll be back by Sunday.

No one will ever know.

Exactly.

Come on, Jess. No surf fest, man,

but looks like you

could be taking Debra's V, who knows?

More like she'll be taking his.

(Scotty laughing) Oh, yeah.

- (Toilet flushing)

- I knew that would get him.

(Laughs)

- What?

- Well, where we going?

F***ing Fergus.

What are you doing in there?

You're not going anywhere, Fergus.

What's the problem, man?

May as well.

Oh. Yeah, right. Faggus. In the dunes?

Man, have you seen his get-up?

He doesn't wanna go.

He's just bullshitting.

(Andy) Yes, he does.

What's your problem?

He's your brother, man.

Whatever.

Just don't bloody tell Mum and Dad.

Yeah, like I'm gonna say anything.

You got f***ing third?

You whacking off?

No! Nathan stuffed me up.

Billy's already giving me sh*t

about Rip getting in over ya.

F*** Ripley,

I'm better than he is.

- Danny's a f***ing d*ckhead.

- Oh, Danny's a d*ckhead.

You weren't even there,

you f***ing loser.

What the f*** was that,

you little sh*t?

F*** off. F***! Get off me!

- Call me a f***ing loser, huh?

- Yeah, you're a f***ing loser.

We're gonna play a little game

of f***ing Jesse typewriter.

- J-E, double-S. Oh, spelt it wrong.

- F***ing get off me!

- Get off!

- Don't ya like that one?

- Get off me!

- (Hawks)

(Reggie) Get off him. Victor.

(Jesse) F*** off!

- Get off. Just get off. Grow up!

- You want me to go already?

- F***ing go, huh?

- Go downstairs and chill out! Go on.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

Go downstairs and help your mother.

- Go to your mummy, third-place p*ssy.

- Victor!

And Jess, pull your pants up.

For God's sake!

(Slams door)

What have you got so much stuff for?

I got Dad coming over and all youse ever do

is eat everything up.

Got some of them nice meat pies

you like.

I'm going to Scotty's for the weekend.

- For the weekend?

- Yeah. The surf's gonna be heaps good.

No. I don't want you

sponging off them like that.

I'm not sponging off them.

Scotty invited me and Fergus.

- What you up to?

- Nothing.

You're taking Fergus to Scotty's

for the weekend?

- Yeah, so?

- What's going on?

Nothing. I'm going over to Scotty's

for the weekend with Fergus. Mum!

Just making sure there ain't

no funny business going on.

You know Mum's making dinner tonight?

Yeah, I know, I forgot.

But it's Scotty's birthday.

(Sighs) No answer.

Do you know about this?

- What?

- (Flora) This weekend.

(Whispers) Yes.

Yeah, er...

I already told you guys.

Scotty invited us at the pool.

- Right. To his house.

- (Jesse) Yeah.

We're gonna teach Fag...erm,

Fergus how to surf.

- Who's "we"?

- Everyone.

Like Nathan, Scotty, Andy.

- And whose idea was this?

- Well...

- Gramps.

- Yeah, Gramps.

- You wanna go?

- Yeah.

- Got a new pair of boardshorts.

- With what money?

Mowing lawns.

Yeah, cool. So we can go?

Oh, I don't know. I don't know.

How'd you go today, anyway?

He blew it. Sh*t!

(Reggie) Oh, great!

(Flora) Bit of paint, you'll never know.

Nathan doubled up on Jesse's wave,

got his best ride disqualified.

So he came in third and they're only giving

out two spots this year, so...

Oh.

You behave yourself over there.

I don't want his mum calling me

with no stories.

No. She won't. She won't.

(Car engine revving)

(Kids cheering)

(Leah) Can you slow down?

(Scotty) No, go faster!

(All groan)

- Oh, spit it out.

- Don't get it on me!

(Scotty) Oh! That's classic!

(Andy) You all right, man?

(Laughs) Oh, yuck.

(Jesse) Oh, that's wrong!

- (Fergus groans)

- (Jesse) Damn!

Bloody hell, Fergs.

You look like a f***ing

plucked chicken or some sh*t.

- (Jesse) So good.

- You're white enough!

- Shut up, Scotty.

- (Scotty) What, you keen on him?

Hey. You OK?

(Scotty) You boys

got something going on?

Yeah. Sort of.

(Scotty) Oh, don't get me wrong.

I'm cool with it. I'm cool with it.

Oi, let's get there already!

Come on!

(Andy) Let's go, Fergs.

(Debra) Yeah, guys. Let's go.

(Scotty) I'm cool, man.

I'm down with it.

- You all right, mate?

- Yeah.

(Nathan) Straight from the gut,

straight from the gut.

Oh, yeah.

One of Nate's best works, I'd say,

this one, huh?

Yeah, yeah. Oh yeah.

It's coming again, baby!

- (Stereo) # ..emotionally unavailable #

- Unavailable!

(Scotty) Not yet.

- # See it in your smile #

- Know what I mean? Right?

- # l can see it in your smile #

- Mwah!

(All) # I'm talking about it #

# I'm yelling it out #

# I'm shouting out #

# I'm screaming out loud #

# I don't want no complications #

# I don't need no obligations #

# I can't have no situations #

# But I still want you around #

# Around #

- (Nathan) Yeah.

- How's it going back there, Fergus?

- I'm all right.

- (Debra) Good.

Oi, Nate!

Give me a hand.

(Scotty) He's not here.

(Jesse) F*** it.

(Grunts)

Oi, they're down here.

Hey, Deb?

(Giggling and squealing)

(Leah shrieks)

(Debra laughs)

(Leah shrieks)

(Debra laughs)

Come on, let's go.

(Laughter)

(Scotty yelling, whooping)

(Whooping, cheering)

Come on!

(Whooping continues)

(Nathan) Fergus!

(Andy) Fergus!

(Shouting and laughter)

(Andy) Get off me, man!

Get off me!

(Scotty) Andy!

Andy!

Come on, princess!

We're just muckin' around!

(Scotty) Hey!

Hey!

(Shivers)

(Leah) Erm, that's a good look, Andy.

(Giggles) No worries there, darlin'.

- (Andy) F***!

- (Both giggle)

- What about me?

- Oh yeah.

(Shrieks and giggles)

- Let's do it!

- (Nathan) Let's do it!

Oh sh*t,

Fergs, did you chuck a fat?

(Laughter)

No.

Bullshit, look at it!

Yeah, all right, Scotty.

Holy sh*t! (Laughs)

Don't look!

It's not a boner, it's just big,

but you wouldn't know anything

about that, would ya, Scotty?

- (Nathan) Oh, dude.

- My goodness.

F*** you, Fergs.

F*** ya. F*** ya.

F*** you.

That was classic.

(Scotty) F*** off, Fergus!

# I went to the beach

just the other day #

# I saw some skin-coloured nutties

yeah, yeah, yeah #

# What did I say? What did I do?

Skin-coloured undies ride to you #

- Lovely.

- Oi, he's so...

Oi, what did you say the other day?

Remember he said something?

Oh, yeah, he said something.

I don't think he's got the guts

to say it now.

You wouldn't do it.

You wouldn't do it.

(Jesse burps)

(Groaning, laughter)

(Jesse) Want some?

(Indistinct)

Want some?

Nate?

What the hell are you guys laughing about?

Don't worry, man.

You wouldn't understand.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes