- Holden, Australia's own car.
Australia, what's your favorite sport?
- Football.
- Snack? - Pies.
- Animal? - Kangaroo.
- And what's your favorite car, Australia?
- Holden.
- Let me see, that's football, meat pies,
kangaroos and Holden cars, huh?
- Right.
- Well, you sure sound like Australia to me!
- We are!
- Well then, you'd better tell me again,
'cause I just might forget.
- That's football, meat pies,
kangaroos and Holden cars.
- I think you'd better tell me again.
- In case you're wondering,
this film is brought to you by football, meat pies,
kangaroos, and Australia's own car.
- 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.
- 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?
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- Hey, hey, hey!
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.
What the fuck?
- Where'd you go, Daddy? I was so lonely.
- Can you hear me?
- Of course I can, Daddy, I missed you.
- Stop calling me Daddy.
Can you see me?
- I can if you want me to.
- 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.
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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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?
- 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,.
Brum, brum, brum,!
Brum, beep, beep!
- 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-
- Now arriving at Elizabeth South.
- See you, Brock.
- Then express to Elizabeth.
- 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.
- 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,
to be King of the Mountain.
- Is that you, bub?
- Mum, you can't just come in like that.
- Want some tucker, bub?
- What's the options?
- Baked beans on toast, cheese on toast,
Vegemite on toast, whatever you want, bub.
- No, I'm good.
Thanks.
- All right, but let me know, okay.
How was your day?
- Love you.
- Yeah, so like I said, I had a laptop
but it...
malfunctioned and I threw it out.
- 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?
- That ex of yours is pretty intense, dude.
- Yeah, sorry about that.
- Bet she's great in bed though.
Your banter game is so weak, bro.
- Come on, ladies! The men are getting thirsty.
Chop, chop!
- Dad, this is Brock.
- Oh, yeah!
How about you girls go and hang out in the front, eh?
Hm, go on.
Yeah!
Really?
Get in there.
- 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.
- Oh yeah, whoo! That's the business!
- Grab a couple more?
- 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!
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.
- 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.
- You're an intense fucker, aren't you?
Huh?
Hey now,
let me tell you about Africa.
Oh!
- Cheers.
What's that?
- Oh, it was just Dad,
saying sorry he couldn't make it.
- Oh.
That's nice.
- Black words only, punk.
- Oh hey.
- What's up?
- Ah, nothing, just doodling.
- So are you gonna skate or...
- Ah, no, I've gotta go.
Okay.
See you!
- Hi, yeah, g'day mate.
Yeah, mate.
Yep.
No, I am ready now.
Fuck!
Right, right, right, so I sit here like a fucking moron
until 12 o'clock?
You fucking will be.
You wanna get it right, for fuck's sake!
- 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.
- What's that?
- A million bucks.
- Fuck.
Come on.
- Yo, who the fuck are you?
- The Gardn boy.
- The what?
- I was just putting the mower back.
- What, at four o'clock in the fucking morning?
- What?
- The Used, "The Taste of Ink," I figured.
- Oh, you're punk, are you?
- 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.
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?
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.
- Yeah. I'd better get going, man.
- Do you have a, do you have a jacket?
- No, no, I'm all good, man.
- Here, take this, take this.
- You sure?
- Yeah, yeah, it's all good.
Just drop it back when you do the gardening next, eh?
Thanks so much, man.
- It's all good, man. I might see you the gig, eh?
- Legend.
Punk's not dead!
- 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.
- Hey, bro, do you wanna film a line?
Hey bro.
Do you wanna film a line?
- Ah, no, I don't reckon, Jimmy.
- 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.
- 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?
- A mission?
- Yes. Get in.
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?
- Come on, Brocky, you got it, mate.
- Can you help?
- No, no bloody way. You got this.
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!
- Yeah, pretty cool, huh?
- Yeah.
- Done well, mate.
- So where are we going?
- Ah, Gumeracha.
- Okay.
- See you, Dougie!
- See you!
- Oh, my God, I totally forgot about this place.
Whoa!
- Pretty cool, huh?
- Hm.
- I feel like you could skate that.
- 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!
$2.
You're banned for life, both of you!
No more Big Rocking Horse for you ever again, ever!
- Now you show me yours.
- I thought you'd never ask.
- Looks like we're too late.
- Come on!
- 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.
- Amazing.
- Hm.
And we have,
the best seats in the house.
So you never told me.
- 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.
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.
- Nice.
- You like it?
- It's genius.
I could help you start it up.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- What's up, bro? See you got the invite?
- Yeah.
Thanks.
- Want a drink?
- 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.
- 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.
- Come on, slave boy, pick up the pace!
- When can you do my garden, slave boy?
Hey slave boy,
hold it right there for a sec, will you, yeah?
Yeah, that's right, just, just tip it up a little bit.
- Get us another beer, slave boy.
- Heads up!
- 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?
- Yeah.
- Come hang, man.
So I'll pay you for the gardening,
so basically, you're getting paid to party.
Guys.
This is Brock. I got a bit out of hand.
Introduce yourselves. This is everyone, man, this is Leo.
- Hey.
- That's Tom.
That's Leslie, Kiara.
Who threw the beach ball?
- He did.
- Hunter!
Hunter!
Something's come up at work.
You'll have to cook the barbie yourself.
- You are still on the clock, bro.
Come on, we'll cook it together.
- 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.
- 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?
- It was raining, the Gardn app boy.
- Shit.
- 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.
- No, all good.
- You did lie to me about the Gardn thing though.
- Yeah.
Sorry.
- We all good?
- Yeah, we're all good.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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?
- Let me have a look.
- Ah, that sneaky little fuck!
He didn't tell you his real name?
- No.
- 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.
- What's up with you?
What am I looking at?
- 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.
Should we watch some sad boys
play some sad songs? - Yeah.
- Wait, stop!
- Hey!
- You bloody dickhead!
- I'm just trying to warn you.
- Hey, you all right?
You all right there, mate?
- Fuck!
- You all right there, mate?
- Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, fuck.
- Adelaide men, I'm telling you.
- This is it, the great race.
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.
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.
Now through the start of the circuit,
but it's very demanding, the drivers have to take it-
Very closely.
The top of the mountain to get through-
- What's going on?
- Because the drivers really know
that if anything goes wrong-
- Brocky?
Brocky?
- 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.
Yo!
Dad!
Dad, can I borrow the car?
Dad!
Fuck!
Dad!
Dad, what are you doing? Wake up!
Fuck!
Dad, Dad, please!
Dad!
- Kylie called.
- 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.
- 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.
- I've read books.
- Oh yeah?
- "Peter Brock: How Good is This?"
"Peter Brock: Living With a Legend." Oscar Wilde.
- 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.
- Oh, fuck!
Now this thing's blinking.
- Where?
- There.
- Well, did you put batteries in it?
- I'm not a fucking idiot.
- All right, give it here then.
- Oh, man.
Hang on.
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?
- 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.
- So none of that recorded?
- Doesn't look like it.
- What? For...
You bloody idiot, honestly!
- Boss had to shoot an auto, this is what I did.
- 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?
- 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.
- 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.
- So this is the place?
- Pretty sure.
- Pretty sure?
- It's hard to see from here.
- Oh well, you're the big university boy.
Why don't you go fucking work it out?
Go on, hurry up.
Kids.
- Shut up, shut up. - Fucking look at this car.
- Hey. - What have we got here?
- What do you think you're doing here, man?
- You got your mum telling you to go get a haircut?
- Look at yourself. - Bloody maggot!
- Get fucking gone. - Fucking unreal.
- Go back to where you fucking belong, mate.
- Don't even think about looking this way.
- Where you going, for a haircut?
- Mummy's boy. - Hey, where you going, huh?
You think a haircut's gonna fucking fix that shit?
- Should we give you permission?
- You wanna fucking go?
Get fucked!
- 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,.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- Nice of you to come north of Grand Junction.
- It's nice out here.
- Yeah, if you squint your eyes,
you can almost see Paris.
- Oscar Wilde was buried in Paris.
Oh, and that's where Jimmy Barnes grew up.
- That's so random, 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.
- Oh, what a gentleman.
- Oh, I try.
- What an angel.
- What the fuck?
What'd you do, Mum?
- What do you mean?
- Your hair?
- Oh, you like it?
- Yeah, it's nice.
- Thanks for saying goodbye last night.
- What the fuck?
We're not into creeps watching you sleep, by the way.
- What's up, mate?
- 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?
So he was breach, and so the first thing
anybody ever saw of Brocky was his arsehole.
- 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.
His little winky was so tiny, but his aim was dead eye dick.
- 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.
- No, I got it.
- 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.
- They've led every lamp of the race,
when I say they are in third,
Peter Brock and Jim Richards.
- Mr. Cooper.
- Brock, right?
- Yeah. Um, Hunter's just out back getting a haircut.
- Great. - The record with Allen Moffat
with four wins-
What the fuck?
Who the fuck are you?
Fucking get your hands off him.
What's going on, Brocky? Fucking get your hands off him.
- Nice work, son. - You're choking him.
- 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! - Kylie, Kylie!
- Oh! - What the fuck?
Fucking, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
- Shut that derro bitch up, huh!
- Don't, don't, please!
- Where's the fucking money, kid?
- Get the fuck outta my house!
Get the fuck outta my house!
- Shut the fuck up.
Uh!
I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the gutter.
- Fuck you, you fuck!
- Argh!
- Fuck!
- I still have it.
- What's that, buddy?
- Your money.
I can give it back, all of it.
- Well, that's good news now, isn't it?
Ssh!
- And just how are we gonna go about that?
- My laptop, it's inside.
- Okay.
Let's go.
Hunter.
- Is she gonna be all right?
- Oh, come on.
- An incredible performance
from this very, very talented driver, Peter Brock.
There he is.
- All right, where is it?
- Cheering him on and it all seems so easy.
- I can do the transfer on my phone.
- 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.
- 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.
- Here.
- Just overlapping there,
the tipped first car is McDonnell-Bell Alfetta.
- Point at him, you idiot!
- Once again.
Three times and staring a fourth in the face.
- 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.
- 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, 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.
- I guess the next- - Shit!
- To the Hardie-Ferodo
could only be the 400 kilometer-
- What the fuck?
Make sure he doesn't move! Shit!
- Talented driver, Peter Brock.
- What, what the fuck are you doing?
- 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.
- Where are you?
- It's okay, Jimmy Richards, it's okay.
Please come, please come.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
- Let me go, let me go! - Wait!
- Right in there alongside Moffat.
- Trust me.
- Who remains absolutely cool
under all circumstances.
- 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!
Drop the knife, little girl.
- Drop the fucking gun, prick!
- Fuck! Stop moving, will you?
Ah, fuck!
You fucking dog!
- His factory car was running sweetly
at the completion of the race.
Uh!
- If he had to, yes.
- Fuck you!
Step from the car
and have a cup of tea,
and retire to the presentation area.
- Fuck!
- Who the fuck are you?
- Through here.
Overlapping the Volvo again.
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.
- The bogan bitch is dead, by the way.
Not just her.
But the cripple too.
- Here he comes, just listen to the applause!
The accolades,
for a man among men.
Peter Brock must've seen one thing and one thing only.
- The Hardie-Ferodo 1000, here he comes.
- Not so smart now, are you?
- "All of us are in the gutter,
but some of us are looking at the stars."
Cunt!
- Made history as Peter Brock
of the Marlboro Holden Dealer Team
comes across to take the checkered flag!
Peter Brock!
And wait for the reaction of spectators,
the thousands upon thousands,
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!
- Oh, man!
"All of us are in the gutter,
but some of us are looking at the stars."
God!
- 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."
- Just fucking kidding, man!
- 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?
- Yeah, well, that's one hell of a story
you've got there, buddy. - Yeah.
- So that's it, I can just go?
- 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.
- Brock!
So good to see you.
- Hey. - You look great.
- Welcome back, buddy.
We missed you.