Teenage Kicks Page #2

I'm sorry.

No. It's not you. It's just...

The last few days

it didn't move and I thought,

after Tomi, I,

I almost didn't want it anymore.

How could anybody even

think something like that?

[sniffles]

I'm sorry.

I'm glad you came.

I should go.

Take it.

[music]

[door creaks open]

Sh*t! Mik!

Come here! Come here and

close the door!

Come on!

What's the matter with you, man? You want

to bring the wrath of God down on me, huh?

- Huh?

- Ow!

What are you doing?

You want to try some?

Yeah.

I'll just give you a little bit

because this sh*t will f*** you up.

[lighter flick]

[coughing]

Shhh!

Keep it down! They'll hear!

Alright, we'll try something

else.

Just breathe in.

[lighter flicks]

Shotgun.

[laughs]

[laughs]

You look wasted already, little

man!

[laughing]

Take it off!

[parking brake]

[door slams]

Mikls Varga.

Do you have anything to

say?

Look,

I know

you've been having a difficult

time.

But this is a very serious

situation.

[grinding]

I need to inventory these cans

of paint.

Now, you count them and

then you take note here, huh?

Your brother was a good

boy.

Good boy.

He wasn't the greatest

student, but he was

courteous.

Listen, I want to buy that paint

you recommended,

but I can't remember which one

it is.

- I have the swatches you gave me.

- Sorry, that was my brother.

Well, can you tell me which

would be better?

Missed you at the beach the

other day.

Well, they're white.

They have different reflect.

Reflex.

Hey, fellas.

When you're young it makes

sense to want to rebel

when things don't go your way.

Sh*t news about your bro, man.

He was a good guy.

- Oh, this one is cheaper.

- That's not the point.

Your brother said that one of them had

a warm reflect and would be better.

But I can't tell.

Look, I'd rather talk to him.

Bummer he's dead though. Who are

we going to buy weed from now?

Are you trying to be funny?

That's yellow.

I don't want yellow. I want

this.

- Right, they're both f***ing white!

- What?

[grinding]

You f***ing-Say you're f***ing

sorry!

When is your brother back?

I need to talk to him...

He's not coming back.

He's dead, okay? So you just

have me.

F***ing relax, psycho!

[punches]

Mik!

[punches]

F***!

Yeah, you f***ing piece of sh*t!

[punching]

Mikls, go sweep the back!

Get off him! Get off him!

- F*** off!

- Get off him!

F*** off!

I think your brother would be very

disappointed by what's happened today.

[digging]

No!

You're doing it wrong.

You're doing it wrong.

You dig in the mulch.

You don't stab the dirt.

See? See?

- See?

- Okay.

Sorry.

Useless.

F***ing useless!

F***ing waste of space!

F***ing useless!

F***! F***!

Expelled!

You are expelled!

Expelled!

You make me sick to look at you!

F***! F***!

I saw it when you were born!

Who are you?

Tketlen kis bna pocs!

[spits]

[water running]

[traffic sounds]

[cars honking]

[engine not starting]

Stop it!

[crying]

[banging]

[screams]

[airplane engine]

Whose shitbox?

Ha! It's ah

my shitbox!

Ohhh!

Want to go for a ride?

It doesn't go yet. Dad's going to get

it up and going when he wakes up.

It's a birthday present!

- What a piece of sh*t!

- Yeah, you're just jealous, dick!

[laughs]

Yeah, it's awesome.

It's our escape!

[splash]

Ohhh!

F***er!

- Don't you f***ing dare!

- Hey?

Don't f***ing dare! Don't you

f***ing dare!

Hey hey!

Shut the f*** up!

I'm trying to f***ing sleep!

I'm the one that had to f***ing

work all night, remember?

[splashes]

[laughing]

You f***er!

Shut up, Dan!

[laughing]

No!

Give up, f***er?

[heavy breathing]

[spits in Dan's face]

[inaudible] [spits in Mik's

face]

[laughs]

F***!

[car honking]

[music]

Oh, you're f***ing kidding!

[singing]... is the city

life,

gonna fall in,

wasting...

[mumbling lyrics]

Don't stop, it's beautiful.

We'll be...

Even in our dog years,

we were dancing

in the rain!

[music turns off]

Hey, thanks for inviting me,

Mik.

I didn't.

I guess you've got nothing better to do

than come along to a wake for someone

you didn't even know.

I'm sorry. Dan invited me.

But if you,

if you prefer I didn't, I could

catch the train back.

[music]

- I don't know this one. What is it?

- It's a Tomi classic!

Woo!

Travel safe,

brother!

[all screaming]

[seagulls squawking]

This night is a

celebration

to our brother, Tomi

Varga.

The man with the best weed in

town!

So let's make it a good one!

And hope that that bastard rots

in his own guilt for what he did.

Send a though to his

girlfriend, Annuska, who

didn't feel up to being here

tonight.

And send, send a thought to his

family.

Tomi!

Tomi!

Tomi!

Hey, walk with me. Come on.

It's so beautiful here.

Tomi taught us how to surf here.

- Mik ate a lot of sand that day.

- Bullshit!

That was you.

Pfff, f*** it.

I'll be back in a sec.

I am sorry about before.

- I don't know what happened.

- It's okay.

Thanks.

I'm glad you came.

Looks cosy!

[laughing]

I'm going to head back down.

- Stay here with us if you want.

- No, it's cool.

I'll see you guys in a bit.

See you.

[waves crashing]

What happened to my bike?

Ma?

- What happened to my f***ing bike?

- Mikls, don't use that language.

- Did you do this?

- Yes.

Why?

Why? I don't want you killed

too!

How the f*** am I supposed

to get around now?

Don't swear!

Well, you can catch the fucky

f*** bus like everyone else!

[laughs]

Oh, you think it's funny?

Why I can't swear too?

F***!

F*** f*** f*** f*** f***!

F***!

Why do I care what people think?

My son is dead.

You are a criminal.

You are expelled from school

now.

Is this my punishment? Oh!

- Hey, mum. I'm sorry.

- Don't touch me!

You try to be as your brother,

but you will never be the man he

was!

[laughter]

[buzzing]

[buzzing]

[banging]

Smells good!

Ah maybe it's a little too hot.

Mik,

what are you doing here?

How did you get in?

Out of the window. I just, I

just wanted to-

Do you think maybe I could, I

could stay here with you tonight?

[music]

Thanks for the plant.

Where did you get it?

Yeah, maybe put that back!

Um,

I wanted to give you these.

- I can't take that.

- It's not everything.

He f***ing loved that shirt.

I hate it!

I never let him wear it.

Tried to throw it out like a

hundred times.

Try it on.

Thanks.

[clears throat]

Look, Mik.

I'm pretty exhausted.

- Will you be okay on the couch?

- Yeah, I'm, I'm fine.

- There's some stuff here.

- It's cool.

I can, I can sort it out.

Okay.

Night. You know where everything

is. Make yourself at home.

[camera shutter]

You sh*t!

- I'm fat!

- No, you look good.

- Coffee?

- Yeah.

Can I do anything?

Do you need shopping or

anything?

You can have a look at the sink.

It doesn't drain properly.

Yeah, okay.

- I can do that.

- Alright.

I'll see you later, maybe.

And keep the music down!

[music]

[banging]

[phone ringing]

- [on phone] Hi, Mik?

- Hey, do you have a wrench somewhere?

[on phone] I dunno.

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