(static hissing)
- [Presenter] Holden, Australia's own car.
Australia, what's your favorite sport?
- [Australia] Football.
- Snack? - Pies.
- Animal? - Kangaroo.
- [Presenter] And what's your favorite car, Australia?
- [Australia] Holden.
- [Presenter] Let me see, that's football, meat pies,
kangaroos and Holden cars, huh?
- [Australia] Right.
- [Presenter] Well, you sure sound like Australia to me!
- [Australia] We are!
- [Presenter] Well then, you'd better tell me again,
'cause I just might forget.
♪ We love football, meat pies, kangaroos, and Holden cars ♪
♪ Football, meat pies, kangaroos, and Holden cars ♪
- [Presenter] That's football, meat pies,
kangaroos and Holden cars.
♪ Football and meat pies, kangaroos, and Holden cars ♪
- [Presenter] I think you'd better tell me again.
♪ We love football, meat pies, kangaroos, and Holden cars ♪
- [Presenter] In case you're wondering,
this film is brought to you by football, meat pies,
kangaroos, and Australia's own car.
♪ They go together underneath the starboard side ♪
♪ Football and meat pies, kangaroos, and- ♪
(gun firing) (TV exploding)
(TV static crackling)
- [Newscaster] An Elizabeth South family
has told of the shocking moment
a police patrol car plowed into their home.
Witnesses say the vehicle became airborne
moments before the collision.
An investigation has now been launched.
- [Reporter] They're called in to all kinds of emergencies,
but today, police responded to one of their own,
a patrol car in the front bedroom
of an Elizabeth South home.
Police say two officers were patrolling the area
just before 11 o'clock this morning,
when they spotted a man and woman arguing
out the front of their home on Underdown Road.
Police say they'll now look at a number of factors,
including half after the patrol car was traveling at
and whether its brakes failed in the lead up to the crash.
- You sure you know what you're doing there, mate?
- No one was injured. - What about your shit, mate?
- [Newscaster] The two officers involved
are experienced policemen and have have provided statements.
The driver was breath tested for alcohol
and returned a negative reading.
The vehicle will now be examined
as part of the investigation.
- Hey. - Kaziah Sullivan, 9 News.
- Sometimes, the walls run into you.
- [Officer Nguyen] What was that, mate?
- Is it rolling?
- Yeah, mate.
- Interview one with Brock Barnes at Lyell McEwin Hospital.
May 1st, 2022.
- Brock.
Tell us how it all started, mate.
(soft orchestral music) (skateboard whirring)
(skateboard clattering)
(leaves rustling)
(doorbell ringing)
(garage door rattling)
- Well, you can start by trimming the hedges
nice and square, rake the leaves, spray the weeds,
um, prune the fruit trees, clean the pool,
mow the lawn, ah, aerate the grass,
and spread mulch in the front and back beds.
There's some mulch right there.
(upbeat punk music)
(hedge trimmer whirring)
♪ Black and blue, cruising hoodie ♪
♪ Lack of truth, clueless searching ♪
♪ Fractured youth, blooming crazy ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Black and blue, cruising hoodie ♪
♪ Lack of truth, clueless searching ♪
♪ Fractured youth, blooming crazy ♪
♪ We will definitely tear this world apart ♪
- Hey, hey, hey!
(tinny punk music)
We're going away for the weekend.
I want you to put all this stuff away
and put it in the garage and lock the garage up.
There's a button just on the inside. Okay?
- Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
(car rumbling quietly)
(soft melodic music)
(door thudding)
(soft melodic music)
(soft melodic music continues)
(door clicking)
(clock ticking)
(soft melodic music)
(computer chiming)
What the fuck?
- Where'd you go, Daddy? I was so lonely.
- Can you hear me?
- [Cam Girl] Of course I can, Daddy, I missed you.
- Stop calling me Daddy.
Can you see me?
- I can if you want me to.
(gentle tense music)
(gentle orchestral music) (skateboard whirring)
(kids chattering)
(bright melodic music)
- [Presenter] New factories create new jobs
and in Elizabeth, there are new factories,
all types of industry, light and heavy.
General Motors Holden's, one of the largest,
heads a list of names known the world over.
(bright melodic music)
And General Motors Holden's is pretty big business
up this way now with a modern, well-equipped factory
in very pleasant surroundings.
In the Elizabeth factory alone,
over 1500 people are employed on two shifts.
And shortly, this factory will cover
one million square feet of working area.
There's certainly employment opportunity
and skilled labor in particular
is always in demand in this country.
(bright melodic music)
(skateboard clattering)
(soft orchestral music)
(skateboard whirring) (soft orchestral music)
(machines clunking rhythmically)
(soft orchestral music)
(door creaking)
(door thudding)
(soft orchestral music)
(skateboard clattering)
- [Lecturer] Guys, take a seat. Phones off.
Does anyone know what this is?
Brock?
- Supply and demand curve.
- Very good and what's this point right here?
- Equilibrium.
- [Lecturer] Someone's done the reading.
- Nerd.
- And why is this important?
Help us out, Brock.
- It's the point where supply meets demand,
which is how we determine the market value
of any product or service in a free market economy.
- Very good. So today I wanna talk about two things.
We're gonna talk about how to increase demand
by reducing supply and we can do that ourselves,
or we can do that by eliminating some of our competition.
(train rumbling)
- [Train Announcer] Red seats are priority seats
for passengers with a disability, or pregnant,
or are less able to stand.
- God, it's like "The Walking Dead" out here.
It's like everyone's just a little bit broken.
- [Kylie] If you could hear yourself.
- What?
They're not exactly winners, are they?
Some people just make bad life choices.
- Sometimes, the walls run into you.
- [Brock] What's that mean?
- Do you think that it was my choice to be adopted?
Do you think it was Dani's choice to have Down Syndrome?
Do you think it was your dad's choice
to have that factory closed down?
(soft melodic music)
- Brum, brum, brum!
Brum, brum, brum!
Did you make this, Dad?
- Yeah, sure did, Brocky.
- Wow!
Brum, brum, brum, beep beep!
Brum, brum, brum, brum, (laughing).
Brum, brum, brum,!
Brum, beep, beep!
- [Kylie] How's Shazza?
- What?
Why?
- Because I like her more than I like you.
It must be hard for her.
Fuck.
Brock, I'm sorry, I didn't, you know, I just thought-
- [Train Announcer] Now arriving at Elizabeth South.
- See you, Brock.
- [Train Announcer] Then express to Elizabeth.
(soft orchestral music)
- [Presenter] Elizabeth, South Australia.
To you, perhaps just a name,
but to us here in South Australia, a city,
the newest planned city in the Commonwealth of Australia.
I know this city of Elizabeth well and I've had the chance
to help a lot of newcomers find homes, homes like this,
two-story houses, bungalows, contemporary homes.
But the job's not finished yet.
We can build houses for you, but it's people who make homes
and people from many different lands
have made a new life in Elizabeth.
After all, life goes on in much the same way here
as it does in other countries,
people have their jobs to do, their shopping to get.
It's a busy, thriving community
and there's still room for many, many more.
Perhaps that's where you come in.
(bagpipe music)
- [Commentator] There's a great spectacle, indeed.
Supporters of the Allan Moffat, Federation,
Camel Filter, Carlton, and of course not to be outdone,
Marlboro Holden Dealer Team girls,
there to lend moral support
to Peter Brock and Jim Richards,
the pole sitters for the 1979 Hardie-Ferodo 1000.
And there's the man, Peter Brock,
last year's Hardie-Ferodo winner,
pole sitter here for the third year.
This year, Brock considers himself at the moment,
(door thudding)
to be King of the Mountain.
- Is that you, bub?
(refrigerator door clicking)
(tinny punk music)
(refrigerator door thudding)
(tinny punk music)
♪ If I was in control of all my thoughts ♪
♪ Then surely I would not have thought at all ♪
(knuckles rapping)
♪ How easy it would be to not get caught ♪
(door clicking)
♪ For painting all the walls in aerosol ♪
- Mum, you can't just come in like that.
(door thudding)
(tinny punk music)
- [Shazza] Want some tucker, bub?
- What's the options?
- [Shazza] Baked beans on toast, cheese on toast,
Vegemite on toast, whatever you want, bub.
- No, I'm good.
Thanks.
- [Shazza] All right, but let me know, okay.
How was your day?
♪ They say these thoughts are thought by everyone ♪
- Love you.
(walker clunking)
(keyboard tapping)
(soft tense music)
(tinny punk music)
- Yeah, so like I said, I had a laptop
but it...
malfunctioned and I threw it out.
(machine beeping quietly)
- Brock, um, what we're really interested in
is your relationship with um,
Wayne Cooper.
- Yeah mate, did you meet him before,
you know, that day?
(machine beeping quietly)
(water lapping)
- [Hunter] That ex of yours is pretty intense, dude.
- [Brock] Yeah, sorry about that.
(girls laughing)
- Bet she's great in bed though.
(laughing) Your banter game is so weak, bro.
- Come on, ladies! The men are getting thirsty.
Chop, chop!
- Dad, this is Brock.
(cooler thudding)
- Oh, yeah!
How about you girls go and hang out in the front, eh?
Hm, go on.
Yeah!
Really? (laughing) (bottles clinking)
Get in there.
(Wayne laughing)
- How much does a boat like this cost anyway?
- About half a mill.
It's a tax write off though,
Dad uses it for entertaining clients.
- [Wayne] Oh yeah, whoo! That's the business!
- Grab a couple more?
(guests laughing)
- Well, let me tell you about Thailand.
It was close, man, I mean, she looked like a lady,
she talked like a lady, she fucking walked like a lady.
She even kissed like a lady, oh man.
It wasn't until she drove me back to the hotel
and reversed parked perfectly,
I thought, hang on a fucking second!
(all laughing)
What's going on here?
Hey, hey!
I thought your old man was coming.
- Yeah,
he wanted to, but got caught up with work.
Said to say sorry.
- What's he do?
- He's in the auto industry.
- Not much of that around here anymore.
(guests laughing)
(bottles clinking)
- There isn't actually. - Yeah.
He mainly does consulting work now,
China and Germany, he's barely home anymore.
- China?
Maybe he'll swing past Phuket
and see your little friend, Wayne.
(guests laughing)
- You're an intense fucker, aren't you?
Huh?
(all laughing)
Hey now,
let me tell you about Africa.
(guests laughing)
(snorting coke) Oh!
- Cheers.
(guests laughing)
(cellphone ringing)
What's that?
- Oh, it was just Dad,
saying sorry he couldn't make it.
- Oh.
That's nice.
(upbeat punk music)
♪ I'm very young ♪
♪ Days was just a natural do ♪
♪ Damn all ♪
♪ I'm scared and I'm small ♪
♪ Can't tell my guitar ♪
♪ They're so much alike ♪
♪ And I've watched them for ♪
♪ Downside ♪
♪ Like the whole world was overtime ♪
♪ Intending on finding out today ♪
♪ How I know all down ♪
- [Kylie] Black words only, punk.
- [Brock] Oh hey.
- What's up?
- Ah, nothing, just doodling.
- So are you gonna skate or...
(cellphone ringing)
- [Brock] Ah, no, I've gotta go.
(skateboard clattering) - Okay.
See you!
(soft orchestral music) (skateboard whirring)
(skateboard clattering)
(soft orchestral music)
(birds chirping)
(lockbox clicking)
(garage door rattling)
(upbeat punk music)
♪ You ♪
♪ You what ♪
♪ Slave boy ♪
♪ You what ♪
(upbeat punk music)
♪ You ♪
♪ You anger me ♪
♪ You do ♪
♪ You anger me ♪
♪ You ♪
♪ You what ♪
♪ Slave boy ♪
♪ You what ♪
(tinny punk music)
(object clunking)
(Brock grunting softly)
(object clattering)
(Brock thudding)
(cat meowing)
(gentle melodic music)
(gentle melodic music continues)
(plastic sheeting rustling)
(air filter humming)
(distant object thudding)
(cellphone ringing)
(plastic sheeting rustling)
- Hi, yeah, g'day mate. (lighter clicking)
Yeah, mate.
Yep.
No, I am ready now.
Fuck!
(plastic sheeting rustling)
(door thudding)
(plastic sheeting rustling)
(air filter humming)
(door thudding)
(plastic sheeting rustling)
(Trevor speaking indistinctly)
(plastic sheeting rustling)
Right, right, right, so I sit here like a fucking moron
until 12 o'clock?
You fucking will be.
(plastic sheeting rustling)
(birds chirping)
(van engine idling)
(van doors clicking)
(people chattering indistinctly)
You wanna get it right, for fuck's sake!
(van engine idling)
(bags rustling)
(van doors clunking)
(reverse alarm beeping)
(van rumbling)
(air filter humming)
- Shit.
Sweet.
- Dad owns like 20 properties.
Each one earns more money per year just sitting there
than the average person does
working 40 hours a week, 50 weeks a year.
With the money we get from them,
we buy more properties and on and on and on.
- That doesn't sound right.
- It is right.
Have you never played Monopoly? The perfect system.
If you're in the masterclass, that is, and anyone can join,
you just need one thing.
- [Brock] What's that?
- A million bucks.
(air filter humming)
(mouse clicking) (gentle tense music)
(door clicking)
- Fuck.
Come on.
(door thudding)
(gentle tense music)
(plastic sheeting rustling)
(air filter humming)
(gentle tense music)
(air filter humming)
(upbeat punk music)
♪ We will never do it down ♪
(air filter humming)
(garage door rattling)
- [Punk Kid] Yo, who the fuck are you?
- [Brock] The Gardn boy.
- [Punk Kid] The what?
- [Brock] I was just putting the mower back.
- What, at four o'clock in the fucking morning?
♪ It's four o'clock in the fucking morning ♪
- What?
- The Used, "The Taste of Ink," I figured.
- Oh, you're punk, are you?
- [Brock] Emo, but yeah.
- Right, right, so what the fuck are you doing here, dude?
- Well, I forgot to put the mower back earlier,
and I was worried it was gonna rain tonight, so.
I've, I've got the key.
Just gonna put it back in the lockbox.
(thunder rumbling) - Okay, that's chill.
So what are you into then, like Sunday, The Promise Ring?
- No, no, more like early 2000 stuff, like The Get Up Kids.
- Okay.
- Thursday, Dashboard.
The World's a Beautiful Place & I'm No Longer Afraid to Die.
- The World's a Beautiful Place
& I'm No Longer Afraid to Die?
(rain pouring) - Yeah.
Catchy, hey?
There's actually a gig this Saturday at Cry Baby,
you should come.
- Okay, yeah, I might come check it out. Cheers.
- [Brock] Yeah. I'd better get going, man.
- Do you have a, do you have a jacket?
- [Brock] No, no, I'm all good, man.
- Here, take this, take this.
- [Brock] You sure?
- Yeah, yeah, it's all good.
Just drop it back when you do the gardening next, eh?
(thunder rumbling) - Thanks so much, man.
- It's all good, man. I might see you the gig, eh?
- [Brock] Legend.
Punk's not dead!
(rain pouring)
(skateboard clattering)
(skateboard whirring)
(thunder rumbling)
(door clicking)
- Hey Hunter.
- Hey. - We still on for Saturday?
- Yeah, absolutely. Bring friends.
- Cool. See you then.
- Girlfriends.
- Hey, what's, what's Saturday?
- Pool party.
- Thanks for the invite, man.
- What, didn't you get one?
- No. - Hey, Bryce.
Yeah, sorry, I'll sort it out, all right, I'll send you one.
(background students chattering)
(skateboard whirring)
(skateboard clattering)
(skateboard whirring)
(skateboard clattering)
(skateboard whirring)
(skateboard clattering)
- [Jimmy] Hey, bro, do you wanna film a line?
Hey bro.
Do you wanna film a line?
- Ah, no, I don't reckon, Jimmy.
(skateboard whirring)
(skateboard clattering)
♪ Once there is glory, once there is fog ♪
♪ I hope I feel like this for no reason at all ♪
- What's up, man?
- Oh yo, what's up, Brock? - How you going?
- Yeah.
Soccer chief? Perhaps he's going eighties.
- Yeah.
I guess I just don't really see the point anymore.
- Well, does there have to be a point to everything?
- No, kind of just seems like a waste of time.
- [Kylie] Plenty of time talking about grown ups
and old men, only young once.
- Yeah, I guess.
- Don't be so serious.
Are you down for a mission?
- [Brock] A mission?
- Yes. Get in.
(car doors clunking)
Okay, so what's your favorite place in the whole world?
- What?
- Okay, ah, close your eyes,
and think of a time when you were really happy.
- What are you doing?
- Just do it.
Show me yours, I'll show you mine.
Now, think about when you were a kid
and the world seemed full of goodness
and hope and shit.
Where are you?
(traffic rumbling quietly) (skateboard clattering)
- Come on, Brocky, you got it, mate.
- Can you help?
- No, no bloody way. You got this.
(soft melodic music)
That's it, one hand over the other.
That's it, Brocky, you're doing well.
You're doing well, buddy.
That's it, ah!
You bloody legend!
- Wow!
(birds squawking)
- (sighing) Yeah, pretty cool, huh?
- Yeah.
- (laughing) Done well, mate.
- So where are we going?
- Ah, Gumeracha.
- Okay.
- See you, Dougie!
- [Dougie] See you!
(melodic punk music)
♪ Smart ass sitting in your art class, bunking off ♪
♪ Wants to play chess but you never learnt how ♪
♪ A metaphor now that you're 24 ♪
♪ Out on your own trying not to burn out ♪
- Oh, my God, I totally forgot about this place.
(soft melodic music)
(gate creaking)
(soft melodic music) (birds chirping)
Whoa!
- Pretty cool, huh?
- Hm.
- [Brock] I feel like you could skate that.
- [Kylie] Okay, yeah.
You sure about this, dude?
- You're always so serious.
You're only young once, right?
- Hey, get out of there!
What do you think you're doing? You can't be up there!
Did you kids even buy tickets?
There's an entry fee, you know!
(car engine starting) $2.
(Kylie laughing)
(car door clunking)
(car rumbling)
You're banned for life, both of you!
No more Big Rocking Horse for you ever again, ever!
- [Brock] Now you show me yours.
- [Kylie] I thought you'd never ask.
(upbeat punk music)
(car doors clicking)
(car doors clunking)
(bats squawking)
(car door clunking)
- [Brock] Looks like we're too late.
(soft melodic music)
(feet thudding)
(chain rattling)
(gate creaking)
- [Kylie] Come on!
(soft melodic music) (birds chirping)
(bats squawking) (soft melodic music)
- Whoa!
What are they?
- Ah, flying foxes.
- Where'd they come from?
- They're kind of like refugees.
They ran out of food on the East Coast, so they came here.
- [Brock] Amazing.
- Hm.
And we have,
the best seats in the house.
(bats squawking)
So you never told me.
- [Brock] What?
- Why you weren't coming.
- Yeah, I did.
- Hm-hm.
Well?
- Well,
maybe I didn't want to hurt you.
- Oh, so thoughtful.
You can say it, I can take it.
I don't know, I think it'd be nice to know
if it's something I can fix,
or if I can just move on.
- You don't need to fix anything.
- Well, what then?
- I want to get the hell out of the northern suburbs,
for starters.
(bats squawking)
I guess I just feel like maybe
you don't have that same ambition.
- It's just so...
typical.
- What?
- Well, you never ask about my life.
It's everything about yourself.
- What are your dreams, Kylie?
- You really wanna know?
- Yeah.
- I, I'm gonna open my own salon
in the city,
and I'm gonna hire all my freak friends to work there,
and I'm gonna crank punk tunes all day.
- Do you know how much it costs to start up a business?
Fit out, solicitors fee,
insurance,
first three months.
- Geez, dream killer.
- No, seriously, the world is one big game of Monopoly
and our generation's come into it too late.
All the hotels and houses are stacked
and we're just left to shell out, just to move on.
Just to do.
Sorry.
Go on.
- Well, that's it really.
But do you know what I'm gonna call it?
- What?
- Screaming Infidelities.
(bats squawking)
♪ Your hair is everywhere ♪
♪ Screaming infidelities and taking its wear ♪
- Nice.
- You like it?
- It's genius.
I could help you start it up.
- Really?
- Yeah.
(cellphone ringing)
♪ Beat downstairs, now I'ma beat downstairs ♪
♪ I telephone the block on a beat for a bit ♪
♪ And fly around the scene with a stick ♪
(doorbell ringing)
(door clicking)
- [Hunter] What's up, bro? See you got the invite?
- Yeah.
Thanks.
(background people chattering) (water splashing)
- Want a drink?
- [Brock] Yeah, sure.
Nice place.
- You've never been here?
Hey guys.
Guys!
This is Brock.
Do you wanna start by watering the plants, mate?
It's pretty hot today, they look a little thirsty.
- Watering can's just over there, mate.
(all laughing)
- I'll take that one off you, mate.
Can't have you drinking on the job now, can we?
Chop, chop, mate, I'm paying you by the hour.
(all laughing)
- [Student] Come on, slave boy, pick up the pace!
(all laughing)
- When can you do my garden, slave boy?
(all laughing)
Hey slave boy,
hold it right there for a sec, will you, yeah?
(all laughing)
Yeah, that's right, just, just tip it up a little bit.
(all laughing)
- Get us another beer, slave boy.
(all laughing)
- Heads up!
(beach ball thudding softly)
- [All] Slave boy, slave boy, slave boy!
Slave boy, slave boy, slave boy!
- Oi, what the fuck are you doing?
- Dad, Dad!
Sorry, we were just playing a little joke,
it got out of hand.
Sorry, man, fuck!
You take everything so serious.
Here, have a beer, come join the party.
We're just having a laugh, right, guys?
- [All] Yeah.
- Come hang, man.
So I'll pay you for the gardening,
so basically, you're getting paid to party.
(muffled pop music)
(cellphone ringing)
Guys.
This is Brock. I got a bit out of hand.
Introduce yourselves. This is everyone, man, this is Leo.
- [All] Hey.
- That's Tom.
That's Leslie, Kiara. (bottles clinking)
Who threw the beach ball?
- He did. (Hunter laughing)
- Hunter!
Hunter!
Something's come up at work.
You'll have to cook the barbie yourself.
- You are still on the clock, bro.
(all laughing)
Come on, we'll cook it together.
(background people chattering) (water splashing)
- Argh! - Uh!
Where the fuck is my money?
- What the fuck you talking about?
- $740,000
taken out of my bank account!
- Could be fucking Russian hackers or some shit.
- [Wayne] Where were you Thursday night at midnight?
- Thursday? Pick up day.
- You fucking know it was!
- I was in the fucking grow room with Trevor.
- Yeah, well the transaction came from the computer
in the grow room at midnight,
Thursday night. - Honestly, I don't know
what the fuck you're talking about!
- You just sold yourself out!
- Wait, there was this kid. - Huh?
- This kid creeping out the roller door.
- The what? - The Gardn app kid,
he had, he had the key.
- What the fuck are you talking about?
- [Punk Kid] It was raining, the Gardn app boy.
(Punk Kid gasping)
(mellow melodic music)
(cellphone buzzing)
(Brock sighing)
(mellow melodic music)
- Shit.
(Brock sighing)
(mellow melodic music)
- You off, mate?
- Yeah, I've got a thing with Kylie tonight.
I totally forgot.
- Put in a good word for me, yeah.
Hey, bro, bro.
Sorry about earlier, man.
- [Brock] No, all good.
- You did lie to me about the Gardn thing though.
- Yeah.
Sorry.
- [Hunter] We all good?
- Yeah, we're all good.
(mellow melodic music)
- Fuck, it's probably not even his real fucking name,
Jimmy Eat World.
- Jimmy Eat World? - Yeah.
- That's an alias. - Hm?
- It's a punk band. He's an emo kid.
- [Wayne] What the fuck is an emo kid?
- It's a subgenre of punk,
like he's more emotional and introspective.
- La la la la la la la! Shut up and keep working.
- [Punk Kid] Have you tried calling them?
- Calling who?
- The, the Gardn app, the company.
- You can't call an app company, dickhead,
there's no phone number, there's no people,
it's a fucking algorithm!
- There he is.
- Eh?
Can you zoom in?
- [Punk Kid] Let me have a look.
- [Wayne] Ah, that sneaky little fuck!
He didn't tell you his real name?
- [Punk Kid] No.
- [Wayne] Well, what did you talk about?
- He just spoke about bands and shit.
- You talked about bands with someone
creeping out of a garage
at four o'clock in the fucking morning?
- Wait. - Hm?
- There was one thing. - Yeah, hm?
Stop, stop, stop, stop!
I know that fucking kid.
(upbeat punk music)
♪ I don't wanna talk about it ♪
♪ I don't wanna talk with you ♪
♪ Wouldn't give a shit about it ♪
♪ Even if I told the truth ♪
♪ It's not fair ♪
(keys jangling)
- What's up with you?
What am I looking at?
- [Brock] My ticket.
- Your ticket?
To what?
- The masterclass.
- Wait.
Is that your money?
It's a million dollars in your bank account, how?
- International finance.
- Damn, I should've gone to uni.
How does it feel to be a millionaire?
- I feel nothing.
It's all right.
Go dead inside and everything just becomes easy.
Go dead inside like most people are most of the time.
- He would've been so proud of you.
(clears throat) Should we watch some sad boys
play some sad songs? - Yeah.
(car doors clicking)
♪ Watching late-night reruns ♪
♪ You're lying on our bed ♪
♪ You're asleep and I'm a drunk ♪
♪ So I kiss your forehead ♪
♪ I realize as I switch off the light in the kitchen ♪
♪ I'm fucking pinned against the wall ♪
♪ There's nothing else I want at all ♪
♪ Your forearm pressed against my throat ♪
♪ I'll surrender ♪
♪ 'Til the end of my life if you're mine ♪
♪ For all of my regrets ♪
♪ For all the stupid things I've said ♪
♪ I'll never take this back ♪
(melodic punk music)
♪ I'm fucking pinned against the wall ♪
♪ There's nothing else I want at all ♪
♪ Your forearm pressed against my throat ♪
♪ I'll surrender ♪
♪ 'Til the end of my life if you're mine ♪
♪ Leave me scarred ♪
♪ Your eyes ♪
♪ Cut like shards of ♪
♪ Ceramic ♪
- Wait, stop!
- Hey! ♪ Ceramic ♪
- [Hen Party Girl] You bloody dickhead!
- I'm just trying to warn you.
- [Hen Party Girl] Hey, you all right?
You all right there, mate?
(melodic punk music)
♪ I'm fucking pinned against the wall ♪
♪ If you're mine ♪
♪ There's nothing else I want at all ♪
♪ Leave me scarred ♪
♪ Your forearm pressed against my throat ♪
♪ Your eyes cut like shards of ceramic ♪
♪ I'll surrender ♪
♪ 'Til the end of my life if you're mine ♪
- Fuck!
- [Paddle Boater] You all right there, mate?
- [Brock] Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, fuck.
- [Paddle Boater] Adelaide men, I'm telling you. (laughing)
- [Commentator] This is it, the great race.
(racing cars rumbling)
We have a touch off then,
the Hardie-Ferodo classic for '79 with Peter Brook,
05 for the Marlboro Holden Dealer Team.
Former National Touring Car Champion leads,
from Bobby Morris, Allen Moffat, Allan Grice, Peter Janson.
Then the rest of the field at drop,
who was going to conserve in this opening lap of the race
has established, even at this stage,
what you would term a handy lead.
(racing cars rumbling)
Peter Brock, smooth as can be,
Mr. Professional in every sense of the word,
Bobby Morris in second,
Allen Moffat in the Federation Campbell Falcon
is back in third. (door thudding)
Now through the start of the circuit,
(door thudding)
but it's very demanding, the drivers have to take it-
(laptop cracking)
Very closely.
(laptop cracking)
The top of the mountain to get through-
(laptop cracking)
- What's going on?
- [Commentator] Because the drivers really know
that if anything goes wrong-
(objects clattering)
- Brocky?
Brocky?
(door clicking)
(door thudding)
- [Commentator] Trying to conserve their cars,
trying to go faster.
But look at Peter Brock and the crowd are going wild
at the top of the mountain.
They've got a Torana, one, they've got a Torana, two,
and a Ford in third.
(soft tense orchestral music)
(door thudding)
(soft tense orchestral music)
(gate clicking)
(soft tense orchestral music)
(soft tense orchestral music continues)
(door clicking)
(door thudding) - Yo!
Dad!
(object clattering)
Dad, can I borrow the car?
(soft tense orchestral music)
Dad!
(car engine idling) (soft intense music)
Dad!
(car door clicking)
(Brock coughing)
Fuck!
Dad!
Dad, what are you doing? Wake up!
Fuck!
Dad, Dad, please!
Dad!
(door thudding)
- Kylie called.
- [Brock] Yeah.
- She said you just disappeared.
- I just forgot to say goodbye, that's all.
I'll give her a call in the morning.
- You know I'll always be on your side, bub.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- You can never do anything to make me stop loving you.
- Jesus, Mum.
- [Shazza] But I can't help you,
if I don't know what's wrong,
- Help me?
How could you help me?
All you do is sit around watching old car races,
smoking cigarettes, and drinking shitty beer all day.
I bet you've never read a book in your life.
- [Shazza] I've read books.
- Oh yeah?
- "Peter Brock: How Good is This?"
"Peter Brock: Living With a Legend." Oscar Wilde.
- [Brock] Oscar Wilde, huh?
Which one?
- I don't wanna fight with you, bub, I just wanna help you.
- What's with your sick obsession with Holden's?
Wearing that stupid hat all the time,
like it's some kind of badge of honor.
You know they killed your husband, right?
- Holden's didn't kill your dad, Brocky,
they kept him alive for 20 years.
- If that factory was still here, he would still be here.
- Your dad was a good man, bub.
But he had his demons and he was too proud,
he was too proud and he kept it all bottled up.
- That beer you're drinking, do you know who makes that?
No one does because they closed that factory too!
It's the same with everything around here,
we don't make shit anymore, it's done.
- You're all I've got left, Brocky, you're everything to me.
I'd do anything. Just please tell me what's wrong.
- I'll tell you what's wrong,
dedicating your life to some corporation
that'll make you a cripple one day
and up and leave town the next!
It's not gonna be my story.
Help me?
You can't even help yourself.
(door slamming)
(Shazza sobbing)
(machine beeping quietly)
- Oh, fuck!
Now this thing's blinking.
- Where?
- [Officer Nguyen] There.
- [Officer McAdam] Well, did you put batteries in it?
- [Officer Nguyen] I'm not a fucking idiot.
- All right, give it here then.
- Oh, man.
Hang on.
(tripod attachment clicking)
Fuck off.
Here.
- So many fucking buttons on these things.
You even know what all these do?
Hey Brock, man, what's this blinking here?
(machine beeping quietly)
- Did you put a card in it?
- Card? Did it come with a card?
- Buggered if I know.
- Yeah, that, that's your problem, I reckon.
- [Officer McAdam] So none of that recorded?
- [Brock] Doesn't look like it.
- What? For...
You bloody idiot, honestly!
- Boss had to shoot an auto, this is what I did.
- [Officer McAdam] Oh, he's gonna growl us.
- At least we've still got your notes.
- Yeah.
Yeah, we've still got them.
Let's just cut to it then, eh?
Brock, why don't you just tell us about the day
the whole shit went down?
(machine beeping quietly)
(traffic rumbling quietly)
- Oh, what the fuck is this?
Are you trying to give me diabetes?
- It's all they had, man.
- Well, what have you got?
- I've got some, some lollipops, some whiz fizzers.
- Here, son.
- [Hunter] Why would anyone wanna live out here?
- It's not a choice, son.
The poorer you are, the shittier place you live.
It's the only social justice left.
- Hi. - Hi.
- [Wayne] So this is the place?
- [Hunter] Pretty sure.
- Pretty sure?
- [Hunter] It's hard to see from here.
- Oh well, you're the big university boy.
Why don't you go fucking work it out?
(car door clicking)
(car door clunking) Go on, hurry up.
Kids.
(wrapper rustling)
- Shut up, shut up. - Fucking look at this car.
- Hey. - What have we got here?
- [Youth] What do you think you're doing here, man?
- [Youth] You got your mum telling you to go get a haircut?
- Look at yourself. - Bloody maggot!
- Get fucking gone. - Fucking unreal.
- [Youth] Go back to where you fucking belong, mate.
- [Youth] Don't even think about looking this way.
- [Youth] Where you going, for a haircut?
- Mummy's boy. - Hey, where you going, huh?
You think a haircut's gonna fucking fix that shit?
(youths all jeering)
- [Youth] Should we give you permission?
- You wanna fucking go? (youths laughing)
Get fucked! (door clicking)
(door creaking)
- How can I help you?
- Hi, I'm here to see-
- Do you have an appointment?
Can anyone take a walk in?
- What are you doing here?
- Hey Kylie, do you have time for a quick cut?
- No, Kylie's off at five. I can get the you in with Vicky.
- No, no, it's fine, Dani.
I'll just squeeze him in after Shaz.
Oh, shit, Shaz, this is um, (snaps fingers).
- Hunter.
- Hunter. Hunter, this is Shazza, Brock's mum.
- Oh hi.
- Oh, how do you do?
- I'm well, thank you.
How's Brock?
- Oh well, you'd know better than I would.
- Do you know where he is?
- Yeah, he's at home asleep.
Hey, you should come visit.
- [Hunter] Yeah, sure.
- Didn't you want a haircut?
- Oh yeah.
- I guess I'm driving Shaz home.
I could take my gear and give you a snip there.
- Yeah, sure, sounds great.
- Okay.
So what do you think?
- It's beautiful, Kylie. Thanks, bub, you're amazing.
(melodic orchestral music)
- [Presenter] Elizabeth, the new town in South Australia,
plan to provide a good life for Australians
and for the newest of our new settlers from overseas.
There's a place for you in Elizabeth,
where there's housing that gives plenty of opportunity
for you to create a real home for your family.
And for your children, there's a fine education
in schools with every modern facility
and every opportunity for sport and carefree leisure hours.
Elizabeth, a brand new city with a bright future,
a good place to grow.
(melodic orchestral music)
- So what's our Brocky like at uni then, Hunter?
- He's, ah, you know, um...
Ah, he's really smart, like genius smart.
Reads a lot of books, knows lots about economics and stuff.
- [Kylie] Nice of you to come north of Grand Junction.
- It's nice out here.
- [Kylie] Yeah, if you squint your eyes,
you can almost see Paris.
(Shazza laughing)
- Oscar Wilde was buried in Paris.
Oh, and that's where Jimmy Barnes grew up. (laughing)
- That's so random, Shazza.
(Shazza and Kylie chattering indistinctly)
- [Shazza] Come on, boy, Jimmy!
Have you been over to see the neighbors, huh?
God, there's no feeling like a hairdo,
to make you feel fresher.
- Yeah. (door clicking)
- Oh, what a gentleman.
- Oh, I try.
(walker clattering)
(car rumbling quietly)
(door clicking)
- [Shazza] What an angel.
- What the fuck?
(Shazza chuckling)
What'd you do, Mum?
- What do you mean?
- [Brock] Your hair?
- Oh, you like it?
- [Brock] Yeah, it's nice.
- Thanks for saying goodbye last night.
- What the fuck?
(Shazza chuckling)
We're not into creeps watching you sleep, by the way.
- What's up, mate? (Kylie laughing)
(all laughing)
- You take as long as you like, Brocky, we'll be out back.
Hunter's here for a haircut.
You are a beautiful boy, little Jimmy Richards, aren't you?
(Shazza laughing)
So he was breach, and so the first thing
anybody ever saw of Brocky was his arsehole.
(all laughing)
- I bet it was a cute arsehole though.
- Oh, the cutest, but the best thing about it was
when they took him out and they laid him on the table
and the fancy pants doctor leant over him
to check his heart rate or something,
and you know what little Brocky did?
- Oh, I know this one.
- What?
- He pissed right in his eye.
(all laughing)
His little winky was so tiny, but his aim was dead eye dick.
- [Brock] Better not be talking about me.
- Just your cock, mate.
- I'm allowed to, I made you.
- Looks good, man.
- Yeah?
- Ah, stay still.
- So what brings you out this way, bro?
- Best fade north of Grand Junction.
- Oh, stop talking and you, don't encourage him.
(sirens wailing in distance)
(knuckles rapping)
- No, I got it.
- [Shazza] I'll tell you that when he was three months old
and his dad was changing his nappy,
and he bent down to get a fresh one
and little Brocky shat on his head.
- [Commentator] They've led every lamp of the race,
when I say they are in third,
(door clicking)
Peter Brock and Jim Richards.
- [Brock] Mr. Cooper.
- Brock, right?
- Yeah. Um, Hunter's just out back getting a haircut.
- Great. - The record with Allen Moffat
with four wins-
(door thudding)
(footsteps thudding)
(trash cans clattering) (Brock grunting)
(dog barking) - What the fuck?
Who the fuck are you?
(dog barking)
Fucking get your hands off him.
What's going on, Brocky? Fucking get your hands off him.
- Nice work, son. - You're choking him.
- [Kylie] Who the fuck are you?
- Oh, watch out, lads, we've got feisty one here.
- Get your hands off him. - Ah, you must be Mum.
- Get your fucking hands off him. Who the fuck are you?
- Are you gonna tell her, mate, or should I?
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Well, I guess we're just gonna have
to take your word for it, aren't we?
How about now, Jimmy Eat World?
Anything you wanna say?
- Ah! - What the fuck?
- Ah! - Get her!
- Ah! (coughing) - Kylie, Kylie!
- Oh! - What the fuck?
Fucking, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
(Kylie shrieking)
- Shut that derro bitch up, huh!
- Don't, don't, please!
- Where's the fucking money, kid?
- [Shazza] Get the fuck outta my house!
Get the fuck outta my house!
- Shut the fuck up.
(Shazza spitting) Uh!
(Kylie whimpering) (dog barking)
I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the gutter.
- [Shazza] Fuck you, you fuck!
- Argh! (blow thudding)
(Shazza thudding) (dog barking)
- [Wayne] Fuck!
(Kylie whimpering) (dog barking)
- I still have it.
- [Wayne] What's that, buddy?
- Your money.
I can give it back, all of it.
- [Wayne] Well, that's good news now, isn't it?
(Kylie whimpering) - Ssh!
- And just how are we gonna go about that?
- My laptop, it's inside.
(dog barking)
- Okay.
Let's go.
(dog barking)
Hunter.
- [Hunter] Is she gonna be all right?
- [Wayne] Oh, come on.
(dog barking)
- [Commentator] An incredible performance
from this very, very talented driver, Peter Brock.
There he is.
(laptop cracking)
- [Wayne] All right, where is it?
- [Commentator] Cheering him on and it all seems so easy.
- I can do the transfer on my phone.
- [Commentator] A truly great driver,
any driver who can make racing look easy
and I suppose at home, it just looks like a Sunday drive,
and that's what it is.
- You look fucking ridiculous.
Take that shit out of your hair.
We've gotta talk about your taste in friends, Turbo.
- [Commentator] Back in the race and of course,
John Sheppard, who doesn't give too much away.
- I need your account details.
- What?
You took it out.
Just put it back in.
- Yeah, I can't, I just need your account details.
- (sighing) Here.
- [Commentator] Just overlapping there,
the tipped first car is McDonnell-Bell Alfetta.
- Point at him, you idiot!
- [Commentator] Once again.
Three times and staring a fourth in the face.
(racing cars rumbling)
(Kylie breathing heavily)
(Shazza groaning softly)
- Are you all right, Shaz?
- Oh, fucking Jesus Christ, I've been better, bub.
How are you?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
You, you are going to bleed out
if you don't put something on that.
Have you still got that first aid kit, Shaz?
- Yeah, it's in the kitchen, um, top of the fridge, bub.
- She's not just gonna run anywhere.
- [Commentator] Four laps to go for Peter Brock
and the finish of the Hardie-Ferodo 1000 for 1979,
and he will be, provided he maintains this position.
The first man ever to lead the race from go to whoa.
- Ah, oh yeah, (laughing), oh yeah, that'd be right.
Come on!
Not one bar.
It's like a fucking third world country out here.
You know, if I had stolen 800 grand,
I wouldn't be living in a shithole like this.
(skateboard clattering)
- I guess the next- - (laughing) Shit!
- [Commentator] To the Hardie-Ferodo
could only be the 400 kilometer-
(blind rattling)
- What the fuck?
Make sure he doesn't move! Shit!
- [Commentator] Talented driver, Peter Brock.
- What, what the fuck are you doing?
- [Commentator] The fans up on top of the mountain
are cheering him on.
- You've lost one, dickhead!
- It's okay, Jimmy Richards.
51 Underdown Road.
(soft ominous music)
- [Wayne] Where are you?
- It's okay, Jimmy Richards, it's okay.
Please come, please come.
(Wayne roaring) (dog barking)
(Wayne roaring) (breeze-block thudding)
(soft ominous music)
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
- Let me go, let me go! - Wait!
- [Commentator] Right in there alongside Moffat.
- Trust me.
- [Commentator] Who remains absolutely cool
under all circumstances.
(soft ominous music)
- You had one fucking job to do!
One sniff of gash and you pussy out
like the pathetic piece of shit I always knew you were.
- What did you do to her?
- What did you do to her, you mean, huh?
If you'd been watching her
instead of getting a touch up from Avril Lavigne!
- What'd you fucking do to her?
One more fucking step and I cut.
- Have you got a shot, son?
Give it to me! (breathing heavily)
Drop the knife, little girl.
- Drop the fucking gun, prick!
- [Wayne] Fuck! Stop moving, will you?
(gun firing) - Ah, fuck!
You fucking dog!
(gun firing)
(soft ominous music)
- [Commentator] His factory car was running sweetly
at the completion of the race.
(blow thudding) - Uh!
(Wayne thudding and groaning)
- [Commentator] If he had to, yes.
- Fuck you!
(gun firing)
(Brock thudding) - Step from the car
and have a cup of tea,
and retire to the presentation area.
- [Brock] Fuck!
(Wayne growling)
(kick thudding) (gun clattering)
- Who the fuck are you?
- [Commentator] Through here.
(racing cars rumbling)
(door clicking) Overlapping the Volvo again.
(crowd cheering)
Listen to the crowd.
They're already warming to the last lap.
He has one and a half laps to go
and staring at his fourth Hardie-Ferodo win in the face.
- (laughing) The bogan bitch is dead, by the way.
(soft ominous music)
Not just her.
But the cripple too.
(Brock wailing in anguish)
(Wayne grunting)
- [Commentator] Here he comes, just listen to the applause!
The accolades, (crowd cheering)
for a man among men.
Peter Brock must've seen one thing and one thing only.
(both grunting) (soft tense music)
- [Commentator] The Hardie-Ferodo 1000, here he comes.
- Not so smart now, are you? (laughing)
(walker clattering)
(Wayne grunting)
- "All of us are in the gutter,
but some of us are looking at the stars."
(Wayne grunting)
Cunt!
(walker clattering) (Wayne grunting)
- [Commentator] Made history as Peter Brock
of the Marlboro Holden Dealer Team
comes across to take the checkered flag!
(racing cars rumbling) Peter Brock!
And wait for the reaction of spectators,
the thousands upon thousands,
(sirens wailing in distance)
on the top part of the circuit
who will be down near the fences.
You'll be able to hear their cheers as Peter Brock,
05 for the Marlboro Holden Dealer Team
comes across the mountain.
The man who has conquered the mountain!
(both laughing)
- Oh, man!
"All of us are in the gutter,
but some of us are looking at the stars."
God!
(both laughing)
- Shit!
Oh, fuck, that's fucking gold.
- Your mum's a legend, man, that's wild.
- Oscar Wilde, who'd have thought?
- Poetry.
- Look, mate. - Poetry.
- We know everything from that point on.
- Yeah, safe to say, Wayne Cooper is going away
for a long time.
- Yeah, murder, kidnap.
- Oh, not to mention the 20 mansions full of coke, dope,
a whole bunch of naughty things.
- You've got to pay for everything in this world
one way or another.
- Ain't that the truth? Hey, nothing easy ever stays.
- Oh, and he broke down like a little bitch too,
when we interrogated him.
- Yeah, yeah, he was like, "Oh, the whole thing started,
'cause he ripped me off to the tune of um,
800 grand."
(machine beeping quietly)
- Just fucking kidding, man! (laughing)
- Don't worry.
- The case is closed on that one.
- Yeah, no, that international banking bullshit's
so confusing, way above our pay grade.
- And totally out of our jurisdiction, dude.
- Yeah, so if you did get your hands
on some of Wayne's funny money,
safe to say, no one's coming for it.
- What about Hunter?
- The son?
Yep, yeah, he'll be right.
- Yeah, the family's lost everything, man.
The property, the wealth all belong to the state now.
They, they're moving to like a, a housing trust house.
Is it down the road?
- Yeah, Davoren Park or Craigmore, somewhere there.
- Who knows? (sighing)
- [Officer McAdams] Yeah, well, that's one hell of a story
you've got there, buddy. - Yeah.
- So that's it, I can just go?
- [Officer McAdam] Yeah. Think you'll be all right?
- Yeah.
- Cool. "Some of us are looking at the stars."
- Brilliant.
- See you, Brock.
- Brock, one last question, totally off record.
What did you do with the money?
- What money?
- Ah, I get it, I get it, smart.
Have a good one, mate.
(camera clanking)
(machine beeping quietly)
(mellow melodic music)
(mellow melodic music continues)
- Brock!
So good to see you.
- Hey. - You look great.
(mellow melodic music)
(mellow melodic music continues)
- Welcome back, buddy.
(mellow melodic music)
(sobbing and laughing) We missed you.
(upbeat punk music)
♪ I drive silently to you ♪
♪ Mileage signs to find the truth ♪
♪ I spy violent deja vu ♪
♪ Lies have led to red and blue ♪
(upbeat punk music)
♪ You're my demerit, stain against my name ♪
♪ I know I'll never make the same mistake ♪
♪ You lacerate, no referee to mediate ♪
♪ Assassination, while I plead for an escape ♪
♪ You're my demerit, stain against my name ♪
♪ I know I'll never make the same mistake ♪
♪ It looks like rain, you go inside and lie awake ♪
♪ The sky's not gray, it's silver-lined and mine to take ♪
(upbeat punk music)
(upbeat punk music continues)