The Turning Page #3

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No.

Just coffee.

Sure. Coffee.

Sorry, I just... I had to come.

There's really no-one else?

No. No. Dad drove me here.

So f***ing sad.

They think I'll score otherwise.

Will you?

I'm here, aren't I?

What do you want from me, Fay?

Is a bit of adoration

too much to ask?

I just need the edge taken off.

I mean... this f***ing town.

What was I thinking?

Why'd you come back?

I want my kid.

What's your excuse?

I came here for comfort

and you're uncomfortable.

You used to treat me

like a trophy.

I was your prize.

Please.

I'm aching.

Fay...

Don't do that.

Don't look down at me.

I can't drink or drive.

I'm living with my parents.

A mercy f***

isn't going to kill you.

I can't give you anything, Fay.

You used to beg me {or it.

Jesus. This is so humiliating.

You were never really my friend.

Fay, don't do this.

Every shitty thing I ever did

got back to them.

Except for the one thing

that would make them realise

what their f***ing tin god

is really like.

We were kids.

Your mum paid for it.

Then she paid me.

Jesus.

And then nothing.

What kind of a man...

What kind of a kid...

Dad'?

Ricky.

Ricky. Bed.

I've got to wee.

Come on, mate. Into bed.

I guess that's a no, then.

Hey, Mum.

Mum.

How long is this gonna take?

Two hours.

You alright?

This is bullshit.

What do you think you're doing?

What does it look like?

- No, you're f***ing not.

- Hey, language!

Mum, she sacked you.

Yeah, well,

I have plenty of other clients.

Mum, you've got to stop.

This is demeaning.

Oh, and to whom is it demeaning,

Victor? Hmm? You'?

Well, I'm not helping.

Did she call the police?

Well, if she had,

we'd know about it.

'Cause she can't claim insurance

if she doesn't report it.

This doesn't make any sense.

Does she think I stole them?

Oh, no. You haven't

helped out here in months.

Well, we have to do something.

You want to do something?

Take these to the laundry.

No.

OK, Mr High-and-Mighty

Law Student,

what do you suggest I do, then?

Well, let's just

take the money and go.

And confirm I'm a thief?

Well, let's just leave, then.

No. Not cleaning would

look like an admission of guilt.

So report it yourself, then.

Can you imagine the talk?

I'd lose all my clients.

Eugh!

Mum, it's not fair.

No.

Ifs not fair.

So do your poor mother a favour,

will you?

And use a disinfectant.

Ha.

Eh?

Bit of excitement, please.

It's carelessness.

Stupid carelessness.

Worth 500 bucks, my arse.

It doesn't change anything.

But this is proof

that you're innocent.

She'll just think

that I put them back

because she found me out.

Changes nothing.

Pop 'em back in her bedroom,

will you?

Well, that's the end of

three years' service.

What about the money?

Oh, I'm worth more than that.

- Well, I'll take it, then.

- Don't you dare.

We're not taking it

on principle.

Good one, Mum.

That'll really teach her.

I'll meet you out the front.

I know this one.

No, no, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

We're definitely past

'More Songs of Praise'.

It's either

'Further Songs of Praise'

or 'Yet More Songs of Praise'.

You got somewhere to be?

Just trying to help.

- I haven't finished.

- Alright.

You're gonna be late for school.

Bye, Mum.

Why are you following me?

I'm just going to the bus.

You know what I mean.

Did you do your maths?

- No.

- Bugger.

I thought you might have.

Hey.

Do you mind if I come along?

You've got no shoes.

I'll be alright.

Suit yourself.

Damn ugly buggers, aren't they'?

S'pose.

OW!

Ah! Fuh... f... Ow, ow, ow.

Ow.

Are you OK?

Yeah, bloody wonderful.

Only a matter of time.

Hot water, they say.

See ya.

Brakey.

Have you drowned in there?

At least you got shoes tonight.

Do you remember that old canoe,

when we were kids?

And, like, we'd all try

and pile into it?

What happened to it?

I don't know.

Where are we going?

I'm going to the

Beasley sisters'.

Do they pay alright?

The Beasley sisters?

I don't even know what

flathead's worth.

It's gotta be more than

mullet, though, right?

Jesus, Brakey.

Spare me the pity, will ya?

I don't even like fishing.

I thought things

were better over at yours.

Why? Because he doesn't

hit her anymore?

It's worse.

OK?

It's worse.

Hey.

Oh, f...

Sorry.

It doesn't matter.

- Sh*t.

- I said it doesn't matter.

I'll see you, Brakey.

Oh, sh*t.

- Mum, there's a fire.

- What?

Fire!

Please help them!

Agnes!

- Agnes!

- Agnes!

- Agnes!

- Agnes!

No. No, Brakey! No!

No, Brakey!

Don't!

Get off.

No fighting, youse two!

Hi.

Is this machine free?

Yep.

Boy, that must've hurt.

I didn't even have the guts

to get my ears pierced.

It must really hurt there.

Oh. No. No.

It's easier than getting a tatt.

My name's Sherry.

Rae.

Hi, Rae.

We're moving into

a house up the hill.

Just waiting for the kitchen

to be done.

Are you staying in White Point

for good?

Yeah. Dan's the new manager

up at the depot.

I know what you're gonna

do. Don't touch that.

Don't youse be f***ing with me,

saying you need to go

when you don't.

- You need to go to the toilet?

- I need to go toilet.

- You really need to go?

- I need to go toilet.

Max'? Max!

Max! Why can't we have

a house, for f***'s sake?

With an actual toilet in it.

We wouldn't have to

walk 50 metres, like...

...to take a sh*t.

I need to go toilet.

Go.

This place is so calm.

You're stuck here now.

You make it sound tragic.

Max lets me do darts nights,

Tuesday at the pub.

But... nothing happens here.

You're gonna be f***ing bored

outta your skull.

You should come. Darts night.

You can meet the girls.

Oh, nights are a bit tricky

for me with Dan's workload.

Stay away from that

water, 'cause there's...

But the clays are good.

Your husband works at the depot

too, doesn't he?

- Yeah.

- Whoa! There's a big one!

He's a cray fisherman.

When we first got together

he shouted us a trip to Bali.

Screwed ourselves silly

for two weeks straight.

He's got a gut now.

Ooh.

- Oh, good bullseyes.

- Oh, yeah.

Ooh.

I'll go again, Razza.

Yay.

Come on. Bullseye.

- Oh!

- Bullseye.

You must be Rae, right?

- Sherry in?

- Yeah.

Rae?

Rae! Are you OK?

Where are the girls?

They're... It's darts night.

Max has got 'em.

Oh!

You guys have been going at it,

haven't ya?

Come in. Come in for a cuppa.

- Yeah.

- No.

Nah, it wouldn't be right.

'Cause...

Oh, I'll leave youse to it,

ya root rats.

See you.

Hope youse are hungry.

Yum.

Let me have the plates.

A chicken boob?

All good, hey?

Lily. You right?

Some more'?

Pretty good, hey'?

It's good.

You like... You like your

mum's dress?

- Rae. You're early tonight.

- Yeah.

- What happened to dads?

- I'm skippin' it.

Bunch of b*tches.

Deb's got a gob on her.

I'm just over it.

Would you like some gnocchi,

Rae?

- What?

- Pasta.

Oh, yeah.

- Hello.

- G'day.

So it's this.

This?

This.

The Bible'?

Yeah, I know

what the f***ing thing is.

Guys younger than me,

f***ing half my age,

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