The Turning Page #4

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getting promotions.

I'm still f***ing...

Sh*t-kicking, hauling arse

all day on the f***ing deck.

It's not fair, Rae.

It's not fucken...

Hey.

I'd promote ya.

Hey?

Maxy?

Have you got anything stronger?

There's a reason why

there's no booze in the house.

Oh, 'cause you're churchy,

right?

Actually, it's because

I'm an alcoholic.

White Point is kind of our

second chance.

Yeah.

Booze leaves a pretty big hole.

We're just here,

finding our way.

- Ooh, look.

- Do you like that?

- Fairy dust.

- Ooh!

This is like a snake.

Come and have

a look at these ones.

- Showbags?

- Yeah, we'll find them.

I know where they are.

You know where they are?

Did you see them already?

They're up there, I think.

- Check it out.

- Oh.

You saw it already?

Holy hardware,

not really my thing.

Aww! Have a quick squiz.

Look at them all.

Do you want to go

and get the show bags, girls?

- Yeah!

- Yes?

We'll go get the show bags.

Let's go over here.

Come on.

Hold my hand.

Look. Check it out.

Instead of snow,

it's got little doves.

Look at this sixpack!

Jesus is ripped.

Alright?

What was it like?

This...

"born-again business?

Well...

It's about getting into...

No, no, I don't...

I don't mean what it's about-

I mean...

...What did it feel like?

The moment you suddenly got it.

The change, you know?

The moment you turned

or whatever you guys call it.

It was like a hot knife

going into me.

Like I was butter.

And this knife was

opening me up...

...and suddenly I could see all

this possibility in the world.

And then something more

than that. There...

There was hope and beauty

where...

...all I'd felt before

was hollow.

Sounds sexy.

Yeah, it was.

Yeah.

Lily.

There's Daddy.

Girls, get in the van.

Get in the van.

Who is it?

What'?

F***ing darts nights for weeks!

Who the f*** is he? Tell me!

He's bigger than you, Max.

So be careful.

You don't know him,

but he owns you.

He'll open you up

like a knife in butter.

Is that right? You tell me

his f***ing name, ya slut!

Hi, girls.

Where the f*** do you think

you're going?!

Where you gonna go, eh?

Who the f*** is gonna have you?

Where the...

...f*** are you going?

You're mine.

"When an archer

is shooting for nothing,

"he has all his skill.

"If he shoots

for a brass buckle,

"he is already nervous.

"If he shoots

for a prize of gold,

"he goes blind

and sees two targets.

"He is out of his mind.

"His skill has not changed,

but the prize divides him.

"He cares.

"He thinks more of winning

than of shooting.

"And the need to win

drains him of power."

Prelim final,

the Swans lead by 18 points

early over the Hawks.

Here's the jack-in-the-box,

what a young player he is.

Frank Leaper,

second season player.

Hawthorn score

a really important goal.

They're back within 12 points

in this prelim final.

Leaper on the burst here,

looking for a pass out wide.

Leaper picks it up,

tries to get rid of it.

Does so. Well played.

Leaper still trying to encourage

himself and make a difference.

Oh, that's high! That is high!

Sydney are gonna get

a free kick.

Leaper's gonna have the chance

to put Sydney through

to the grand final.

Hawthorn fans cannot believe it.

There's no more play after this.

Leaper has the opportunity to do

what every young footballer...

...I can't believe it.

He's dropped the ball.

Frank Leaper has put

the ball on the ground

and the match

is effectively over.

It'll be Hawthorn into

the grand final.

Words can't describe it.

Sydney's future, we know,

in the short-term, is finished.

Sports fans are dismayed...

So what the f*** happened?

Couldn't do it anymore.

You mean you wouldn't do it.

That's what it looked like.

Watching, were ya?

Christ, you idiot,

that's my team.

Of course I was watching.

The whole family was watching,

tearing our f***ing hair out.

You know, I'm the one

that has to live out here.

Yeah, but you hated it

when I was good.

You stupid little bastard.

People dreamed

of having what you had.

Oh, you mean you?

You're a f***ing p*ssy.

Grab your board!

Let's go! Come on! Let's go!

One, two, three.

During moments of stillness,

Vic often felt he could see the

particles an object was made of

start to move.

As if he could slip his hand

through anything.

He was in the habit of

snapping his teeth

every time

they drove under a streetlight.

Salvation belongs to

our God, who sits on the throne,

and to the Lamb.

All the angels

were standing around the throne

and around the elders

and the four living creatures.

He liked to count

how many people caught his eye.

After this, I saw four angels

standing in the four corners

of the earth,

holding back

the four winds of the earth...

He imagined God as a newscaster

in front of a background

of stars,

preaching godly announcements

in a pristine blue suit

with utmost friendliness.

Amen.

Good evening, everyone.

He thought about how

much he would miss eating meat

in the paradise,

as everything

would be vegetarian.

This is God Almighty.

Welcome to the 7:30 news.

Oh, don't forget

you've got soccer practice

at 4:
00pm this week, Vic.

Mr Davidson sent a notice around

saying that the Tigers

are sharing the oval...

Can you do that before

Aunty Mary arrives on Thursday

'cause I told her

that if there's space,

she can put some of her...

Occasionally,

when it's really dark at night,

Vic has to make sure

he hasn't gone blind.

He likes to wash his hands

and be out of the bathroom

by the time the flush finishes.

He loves a girl

who's out of his reach.

He wished he were invisible

again.

He practised

not looking over his shoulder...

...when he got the urge.

It doesn't happen often,

but there are times when

he gets the house to himself.

The rifle calms him down.

A bit early for a beer,

isn't it?

It's half past.

I thought she said 12:00pm.

You alright?

Mmm.

These crackers are pretty good.

Executive crackers.

Which I think it means you get

a better toy thing -

you know, the little toy things

they've got inside 'em'?

Oh, it's not like her

to be late.

Don't ruin your appetite.

A bit early for a beer,

isn't it?

I've had a little glass.

Fair enough.

She won't mind us drinking,

will she?

No.

Yep. It's Christmas.

You wouldn't know it, though.

It's so quiet.

I feel sorry for your mum,

you know.

I mean... it's just not much

of a Christmas, is it'?

No kids.

She's alright.

She loves ya.

Yeah.

Merry Christmas, Mum.

Very quiet.

Yeah. It's a bit hot

in here. Sorry.

You should get

an air conditioner.

Here.

That's for you. Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Come in.

Lunch is almost on the table.

They've asked us over

at Ernie and Cleds.

- What?

- This arvo.

I haven't seen them for years.

- Hi, Gail.

- Hi, Carol.

It's for you. It's a tin of tea.

Oh, Merry Christmas.

Oh!

What, are you actually

going to go?

I don't see why not.

I think you have to give people

the benefit of the doubt.

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