Bosch & Rockit (2022) Movie Script
1
[Gentle music]
Rushing water
One keeps to corners
Turn cheeks in shadows
On the shortline
Woman willing
Undress your heart strings
[Car engine revs]
Follow your thick thing boys
On a shortline
[Car engine revs]
[Upbeat rock music]
Rebel rebel
You've torn your dress
Rebel rebel
Your face is a mess
Rebel rebel
How could they know?
Boys.
Boschy.
Hot tramp I love you so...
What's up?
- Hey, mate.
- How are you, mate?
You've been working hard
by the looks of it.
Yeah, boy.
I've got a little
surprise for ya.
Oh.
- That's yours, Salty.
- Fucking hell.
[Laughter]
Cobba.
Yeah, Bosch.
Don't put it in the
fucking bank, whatever you do.
Come on, Bosch.
Are you one of those,
what do they call them,
fuckin' financial planners
or something now, mate? [Laughs]
Call the girls, Cobba.
there's a party.
You better believe it, turn
that music up, mate, let's go.
[Laughter]
Hot tramp I love you so
[Plastic rustles]
Hey, it's Lizzie.
Leave a message.
[Answering machine beeps]
Hey, Mum.
I'm just calling
to say goodnight.
Hope I can come see you soon.
Love you heaps.
[Distant music]
[Bottles clatter]
Fuckin' hide this shit, fellas.
Hide this shit.
Fuckin' move, you sook.
Fuckin', come on.
Hide it, hide it.
Can I help you, boys?
Put your hands above your head
and don't move.
I think there's been
a little misunderstanding, mate.
[Man] Are you deaf?
I said don't move.
No, just let me
show you something.
[Man] Stop!
Stop right there.
OK.
What's that, what's in the bag?
I'll show you what's in...
[Man] Don't fucking
touch the bag!
[car door shuts]
Geoffrey Bosch James.
You're under arrest.
For what?
For being a fucking legend,
Boschy.
[Laughter]
Oh, you fucking...
[Laughter]
Fuck!
[groans]
Jesus Christ,
I nearly shit myself.
You're doing alright, Boschy?
Who is this?
It's my other boss.
[Water runs]
[Owl hoots]
[Owl hoots]
Look at this.
Detective Sergeant Campbell
pulled it off the docks
last night.
Jesus fuckin' Christ.
It's Colombian.
It's the purest we've ever seen.
Made sure we kept a key
just for you, Boschy.
What the fuck am I
going to do with this?
Cut it, double it,
sell it you idiot.
Boschy, it's time you start
making some real money.
We don't deal with this shit,
Keith, you know that.
[Man] Well here's your problem,
old mate.
You're not making
the decisions anymore.
What did you fuckin' say?
Here's the deal.
Take my gift...
shut the fuck up...
and you unload it.
I don't want you
to waste your talent, Bosch.
[Distant country music]
How's little Rocky doing?
I'm really sorry, Bosch.
You know, I thought I was doing
a good thing for the crew.
Look at them.
Look at them.
All right?
They're your fucking brothers.
Your family and you
just fucked them.
Fuck!
What are you fucking thinking?
We're farmers, mate,
we don't sell coke, all right?
Fuck.
[Distant country music]
[Door slams]
[Distant inaudible voices]
[Giggling]
Oh my God.
My God, he's so cute.
[Chuckles]
Go get us a beer, love.
[Whispers] Oi.
You cheeky bugger.
I knew it.
[Laughing] How's school?
What does that mean?
Get a surf?
Pumping?
Any barrels?
What?
What did you have for dinner,
want some pizza?
No.
- No, come on.
- No.
Oh, God!
Oh, you got me.
Come on.
Strong.
What's the matter?
When is mum coming home?
I wish I could tell you, mate.
Hey...
Rock.
What do you reckon
we go for a surf tomorrow, hey?
Me and you?
Yeah, me and you.
I reckon get up early...
...Before the sunrise
and the wind is asleep
and the dolphins
are just waking up.
Fishes around.
It's magic in the air,
magic in the water.
But you gotta get up
real early!
Real early, beat the sunrise.
What do you reckon?
Hmm?
[Woman] Boschy?
Drink's getting warm.
[Bosch] OK.
- Cheers, love.
- Cheers.
He is the cutest.
Yeah, he's full of magic,
that little fella.
Just like you're going to be.
[Laughter]
Come on, you've been
a bad, bad girl.
[Birds chirp]
[Door rattles]
[Rockit whispers] Dad.
Dad, it's locked.
[Kookaburras laugh]
[Whispers] Dad.
Dad, we've got to get there
before sun up like you said.
Come on, dad,
the waves are pumping.
We've got to go.
Oh, mate, go back to bed,
it's pumping in there too.
What? Dad, you promised me
last night.
You said you would come with me,
come on!
Just fucking go yourself, mate!
- Get up, let's go!
- Fuck.
Get up, dad, come on.
Let's go!
All right, all right,
I'm coming.
Yes!
I'll make us some Weet-Bix.
[Gentle music]
[Gentle music continues]
[Gentle music continues]
[Gentle music continues]
Did you see that last one, dad,
I crushed it.
Mmm.
Killing it, mate.
Oi, you got school today?
Yeah, I can skip though.
Dude, come on, I got a hundred
calls this year already.
What time have you
got to be there?
Half past eight.
- Shit, mate. Come on, let's go.
- No.
Why not?
I hate school.
Why?
They call me Dum Dum.
Why do they call you Dum Dum?
Because I can't read properly.
Look...
Listen, you remember what I told
you about bullies all right?
Next cunt to say something,
grab the biggest thing you can
and fucking hit him, right?
Fucking knock him out.
But...
I don't want to hurt no one.
All right, mate.
You're a lot smarter than me,
little Rock.
I never got to go, you know.
You didn't?
Spent my whole life on the farm
wishing I could.
Dad?
Yeah, mate?
You said there's magic.
Where is it?
Mate, can't you feel it?
It's everywhere.
[Birds chirp]
Last one in the car
is a rotten egg, go.
[Woman] Good morning, class.
[All] Good morning, Mrs Cousins.
OK, let's see
everyone's assignments.
Rockit, let's start with you.
Biskets ate it, Miss Cousins...
Oh, who's Biskets?
My dog, Miss.
He doesn't even own a dog.
Yes I do.
He didn't do it, Miss Cousins.
- He told me in the playground.
- No I didn't.
- See?
- I didn't ask you, Taz.
Rockit, did you or did you not
complete your assignment?
I didn't do it.
Dum Dum can't even read a book.
Taz, I'm not going to
ask you again.
OK, class,
who did do their assignments?
Raise your hands.
[Bell sounds]
Hey, Dum Dum.
Are you a girl?
You've got her like a girl.
Have you got a vagina
like a girl?
Piss off, cunt.
- Tough bastard, aren't you?
- Fucking weak pussy.
- Whistle, Whistle.
- Get your fucking hands off me.
You can't even read
properly yet, Dum Dum.
You pathetic piece of shit.
- Oh, shit!
- Oh my God.
- Rockit James!
- What?
[Boy] Get up, get up.
Get up!
[Sombre music builds]
[Water laps]
[Thunder rumbles]
It's pretty late, mate.
A lady from school
came by today.
Wanna tell me what happened?
Hmm?
You wanna tell me
about the kid in hospital?
I don't wanna be Dum Dum.
What do you mean,
you're not a Dum Dum.
You don't even try, mate.
You spend your whole day
in the surf,
how the fuck are you
gonna learn anything?
Why the fuck do you think
I tell you to go to school?
I do go.
I'm not a good reader.
[Bosch] Why aren't you
a good reader?
Only Mum ever helped me.
[Exhales]
[Door slams]
It's going to be a long weekend
for me, OK, buddy?
Is she ever coming back?
I don't think so.
[Rockit sighs]
[Sombre a cappella music]
[Gentle music]
[Water splashes]
[Gentle music continues]
[Gentle music continues]
Holy shit.
[Phone rings]
[Glass clatters]
[Man] Boschy, Boschy.
There is a massive bushfire
ripping towards your farm, mate.
We're evacuating the area
right now.
They're going to find
all your fuckin' crops, mate.
[Car engine revs]
[Car engine revs]
[Dramatic music]
Fuck.
[Siren wails distantly]
[Dramatic music continues]
You're fucking kidding!
[Groans]
[Tyres screech]
[Engine revs]
Rockit, let's go!
Oh, just five more minutes, dad.
No, get in the fucking car, now!
Fucking hell!
Oi, Dad, where's the Mustang?
- I don't have time to explain.
- Where are we going?
Shut up, get in the fucking car!
[Engine revs]
What's happening,
what's all this shit, dad?
[Engine revs]
What's all this
fucking white stuff...
Don't fucking touch it, mate.
Don't smell it.
What the fuck is it?
It's nothing, mate,
don't worry about it OK?
Where the fuck
are we going right now?
Just let me think
for a second, mate.
- Fuck it.
- What's wrong with you?
Just, we're going on holidays,
mate, OK?
We're going on holidays?
[Bosch] Yeah.
Where are we going on holiday?
I dunno, Byron,
wanna go to Byron?
- Byron Bay?
- Yeah.
That's like Tallows
and the Pass and that?
Yeah.
Are you serious?
Yeah, I'm serious, mate.
Fucking go surfing,
boards on the roof, yeah.
We're going to Byron?
Yeah, we'll go surf
Tallows and that, yeah.
- What do you reckon?
- We're going to Byron Bay?
Yeah, Byron Bay.
[Gentle music]
[Gentle acoustic music]
[Gentle music]
Hey.
Oh, we're here!
Oi, dad,
can we go out?
Nah, mate, it's pretty small.
Why don't we wait
'till tomorrow,
a bit more swell coming I think.
Are we going to stay
in a big hotel?
Listen...
I know, why don't we...
Why don't we build a fort?
A fort?
- Yeah.
- Like a gunyah?
Yeah, like a gunyah.
Where?
You know, somewhere down here
on the beach,
overlooking the waves.
Or we can use your car too
and we can use that
to hold up a sheet.
Yeah, why don't we
get the sheets
and then find some sticks
and some poles or something,
build a little tent,
we'll sleep on the beach, mate.
Oh, dad, where are the sheets?
In there somewhere, mate.
[Gentle music]
[Car door shuts]
Let's go, dad.
[Gentle music continues]
Oi, you gonna leave
those fuckin' boards there?
You put them there.
Don't lame me when they're gone
in the morning, hey.
Oh, you just stepped on
my pillow, dude.
- That was you.
- What? That wasn't me, dude.
Why did you do that?
Look at all the sand on it.
[Gentle music]
[Gentle music]
[Gentle music continues]
Go!
[Gentle music continues]
Camera shutter clicks.
[Woman groans]
[Bosch laughs]
Piss off.
[Laughing] Sorry, love.
What are you taking photos of?
Did you get any of my boy
out there ripping?
Who, your imaginary friend?
No, my son.
He's out there in the surf.
Here.
You look like a rock spider
with those milkshakes.
All right, love, calm down.
Rock spider.
[Distant race commentary]
- Hey, Boss.
- Hey, good news.
Have you heard from him?
Ah, no, I haven't heard a thing.
Well he's your partner,
isn't he?
Yeah.
So you have heard from him?
Derek, if I had,
you would be the first to know.
Good to know.
Because half the force
is looking for him
and we need to get to him
before they do.
I know Bosch.
Trust me, he's not
going to spill on us.
[Distant commentary continues]
You're fucked, Keith.
And if you're fucked,
I'm fucked.
So best you toddle off
and do what needs to be done.
[Distant commentary continues]
Wait, love.
You dropped your flipper.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
What have you got going on here?
Ah...
Just built a shelter.
- A shelter?
- Yeah, shelter.
Are you homeless?
No, I'm just mucking around,
me and my boy.
We're on holiday.
Oh, yeah. Where from?
Down the coast a bit.
Thought we check out
the big city.
It's a pretty good spot here,
it's pretty special.
So far so good.
[Chuckles]
Hey, you wouldn't
happen to know anywhere
to stay around here would you?
Oh, so you are homeless.
If you and your imaginary friend
get sick of staying
in this makeshift tent,
then I'd check out
the Sails Motel.
It's down the road.
Sails Motel.
Thanks.
What's your name, love?
[Laughs] fuckin' hell.
[Car engine revs]
What is this place?
Mate, this is a surf hotel.
Can I get a new board?
Wh--
What's wrong with those ones?
Yeah, but we're on holiday.
No.
Yeah, my daughter said a
handsome man might be coming in.
Did she?
[Chuckles]
These must be her photos then,
are they?
Yep, Deb's got a great eye.
Deb.
Are you looking for a room
just for yourself?
- And me.
- Oh.
What's your name, little fella?
Rockit.
Dad and I are on holiday.
Do you guys serve brekky,
I'm starving.
Mate, mate,
just pipe down for a second, OK?
Look, we have an apartment
that's just opened up,
just down there.
Yeah, does it got
windows to the beach?
Rockit.
Do you guys provide
room service?
Mate, let me just...
Just let me talk to the lady OK,
I'll talk to her, not you.
[Rockit groans]
Listen, love.
How does three months sound?
Yeah, sure.
I'll just need a form of ID.
No, we just came
out of the surf,
so why don't I locate it
and I'll bring it to you later.
Hey, ma'am, do you provide
fresh towels every morning?
For fuck's sake,
you little ratbag,
can you just chill out
for a second?
Fuckin' hell, I'm just askin'.
Fuckin' hell, stop asking.
Oh my God.
[Chuckles] Sorry.
Christ, mate.
Can you take it easy
when I do business please?
You make me look like a kook.
What kind of hotel
doesn't have a buffet brekky?
It's a surf hotel, mate,
I told you.
They're up before sunrise
and they don't need
a big brekky.
Well I'm hungry
and I'm not pro yet.
All right, mate, well we'll go
get some eggs and groceries OK?
So we can cook tucker?
Yes, so we can cook tucker.
Just mind your tongue
for heaven's sake, mate.
[Chuckles]
Fuckin' mind your tongue.
Oh you fuckin' cunt.
Oi, cunt,
watch your fuckin' tongue.
Oi!
Are you old enough...
Are you old enough ooh ooh
Are you old enough oh oh...
Hey.
[Chuckles]
Yeah, I'm talking to you.
Is your dad home?
You must be his boy.
Yeah.
Have you got a name?
Ah, yeah.
Hi, ah, yeah.
My name is Rockit.
Rockit, I like it.
Who gave it to you?
My Mum.
She'll be here any second now.
Oi, Dad,
some chick is here to see you.
OK, mate.
[Bosch] G'day, love.
[Deb] Hey.
Thanks for saving the day,
this is great.
Where's Mum on this holiday?
Geez, love,
are you always this upfront?
Well the truth is...
...She hasn't been around
for a while,
so it's a bit of a sensitive
issue with the young one.
Mmm.
Listen as a thank you,
I'd be honoured if you would
do me the very great honour
of having dinner with me
and a bottle of wine and such.
A bottle of wine and such,
gee, what century are you from?
Same century as you.
[Deb laughs]
Mmm...
I'd love that.
Great.
That's not all
you're gonna love.
Hmm.
No, I mean,
I'm a good cook, so...
Whatever you say, beach bum.
I'm going now.
[Laughs]
She is a weirdo.
Yeah, she is, hey?
Pretty cute though.
Dad, you said we're going
to cook tucker tonight.
Oh, mate, come on.
Just let me hang out with
this chick tonight all right?
You surfed all morning.
We'll shred tomorrow, I promise.
You better mean it, Dad.
We're on holiday.
I know, Buddy,
I know we're on holiday.
You little shit.
[Chuckles]
Why don't you take some money
and go see a movie or something,
get some ice cream.
I don't even know where to go.
Well you just go
wherever you want.
A little bloke like you, hey?
The world is your oyster.
Just make sure you're not back
before midnight, mate.
Hey, what the fuck, bro?
No, no.
What...
But you do it!
Yeah, I do it
'cause I'm a silly old bastard.
You're a grommet, get out.
Oi.
Mate and you made it all wet.
"Prisoner of Society"
The Living End.
Well we don't need no one
To tell us what to do
Oh yes we're on our own
And there's nothing
You can do
So we don't need
No one like you
To tell us what to do
[Tyres screech]
[Girl] Hey!
What?
You can't do that.
Piss off.
[Tyres screech]
- [Rockit] Fuck!
- [Chuckles]
[Tyres screech]
[Rockit] This car
is a piece of shit!
[Chuckles]
[Tyres screech]
[Rockit] Oh, fuck this!
Where ya goin'?
Gotta go to town,
run some errands.
Like what?
Gotta get a new surfboard
'cause I'm goin' pro,
probably some hot chips.
Hot chips?
Yeah, why do you think
I said it?
Can I come?
Do you know where town is?
Duh.
My name is Ashley.
Call me Ash.
All right, my name is Rockit,
so call me Rockit.
OK.
Hurry up.
[Relaxed music]
[Ash] Your hair
is longer than mine.
So?
Do you ever straighten it?
No, but sometimes
I wash it before bed.
Don't you ever get haircuts
where you're from?
Um, hello, do you know any
pro surfers with short hair?
[Ash] What about Kelly Slater?
He's got short hair.
[Rockit] Well I'm pretty sure if
could grow hair it would be long
[Relaxed music continues]
It's gotta be a twin fin,
only the best
can ride twin fins.
Yeah, but why?
'Cause only the best
can ride twin fins.
Oh...
[Relaxed music]
That one.
It's my favourite colour.
[Relaxed music continues]
Whoa, whoa, easy, grommet.
Hands off!
Jiggling my board, carrying it
through the shop like that.
I'm getting this board.
No, piss off, grommet.
- No, I'm getting this board!
- No you're not.
How? We don't accept
Monopoly money, blow in.
Does this look like
Monopoly money, fucking blow in.
And we want two lollipops.
Come on, you heard her,
two lollipops.
Well take them,
you've got two hands.
- You want some wax?
- Yeah.
No, not this shit though,
give me sex wax.
[Relaxed music]
Cobba, what's happening
down there, buddy?
[Cobba] It's swarming
with police, Boschy
and the cops came
to my fuckin' house.
They're talking you up
like a proper crook, mate.
But listen,
I had a call from
that fucking Derek.
He is going off
like a cut snake, mate
and he wants his money
and he's sniffing around
the other boys as well.
Just tell all the boys
to keep their fuckin' mouths
shut all right.
Fuck!
- What do you want, cuz?
- Umm...
Three bucks of chips
with chicken salt,
barbecue sauce
and a potato scallop.
- Two potato scallops.
- Extra chicken salt.
- Extra...
- And one milkshake.
Chocolate, strawberry, vanilla,
mixed.
Chocolate...
Two.
[Ash chuckles]
$20.
[Whistles]
Oh, a big whale.
Where? Gone?
Yeah.
I haven't seen any.
How do you put
a baby astronaut to sleep?
How?
You rock it.
Get it?
Yeah, I get it, I get it,
I get it, yeah I get it.
- They're real cute though.
- They're pretty crap.
What's black white and pink...
[Laughter]
...And sits in a tree?
I don't know.
A magpie with a fat!
[Ash laughs] What?
[Laughter]
What?
They can get those?
Yeah.
Oh, actually I don't know.
No, I'm pretty sure.
See it blowing,
just way out the back?
[Ash gasps] Oh yeah,
I see, I see, I see.
[Captivating music]
[Captivating music continues]
Do you ever look for
shooting stars?
No.
Well...
...You know if you can see one,
you can make a wish.
It's like a rocket,
but it happens really fast
'cause it's made of magic.
Whoa.
How long will you
be on holiday for?
Three months.
No way.
Yeah, my dad even
said it himself.
Lucky.
Kelly and Carl only take me
for three weeks.
Who's that?
My second mum and dad.
What happened to
your first mum and dad?
Mum got really sick
and couldn't take care of me.
What about your dad?
I don't know.
I've never
seen him before.
I miss her lots.
But it's OK,
she's happy.
I'm going to
see her again one day
and take care of her like
Kelly and Carl took care of me.
No!
They're going to wonder
where I went, I've got to go.
No, Ash-Ash.
Can't you stay a little longer?
Just 'till we catch
a shooting star.
[Relaxing music]
OK.
"Rain" Dragon.
It's a happening thing...
Hey.
Holy shit.
Wow.
Thanks.
You clean up nice too.
Oh, thank you.
You look absolutely ravishing.
[Gentle music]
Thanks for hanging out with me,
Ash-Ash.
Why are you calling me Ash-Ash?
'Cause of this.
Ash-Ash.
Oh... OK.
Why did you do that?
When I stayed in the kids' home,
I didn't want anyone
to steal them.
So I had to make sure
my name was on both.
Was there a lot of
Converses there?
No, but it's the best shoe.
- Why is your name Rockit?
- I don't know,
but my dad likes to say it's
'cause I'm out of this world.
[Laughs] That's cute.
[Gentle music continues]
I'm glad you
came here on holiday.
[Gentle music continues]
Bye, Rockit.
Bye, Ash-Ash.
Thanks.
[Gentle music continues]
[Giggling]
[Gentle music continues]
Where's Rockit?
Umm... He's probably
at the pool or something.
See ya.
Yeah.
[Gentle music builds]
Dad?
Yeah?
I got a new board.
I saw.
Are you mad?
Did you get the best one?
Yeah.
The most expensive one too.
Here you go, mate.
[Gentle string music]
- Dad?
- Yeah, mate?
Thanks for being my dad.
Thanks for being my son.
"Bound" RY X.
With our minds gone
We can only know the feeling
of our bodies open
Peel it off
Let me go
Hold our heart out...
[Inaudible chatter]
Let these feelings show
The fear
Let go of Let go of
We're here
For so long For so long...
That was sick, Ash!
For so long
For so long
For so long
For so long For so long...
[Inaudible chatter]
For so long
For so long...
[Knock on door]
[Camera shutter clicks]
For so long
For so long
[Bird squawks]
[Salty] Got a visit
from Derek, mate.
Told me if I didn't tell him
where you were,
he'd kill my missus and kids.
[Salty] And I believe him.
I'm sorry, mate, OK.
Listen, this is fucked up.
Just grab your wife and kids,
go lay low somewhere OK.
(SOBBING) This is fucked,
Boschy.
I'll figure something out.
"April Sun in Cuba" Dragon.
I'm tired of the city life
Summer's on the run...
Hey, dad?
Yeah, mate.
Do you love Deb?
Well...
More than mum?
Well love is complicated, mate.
It's hard to explain.
Why?
'Cause it's complicated.
Well can you try and explain?
Sometimes you can have
someone in your heart
and not have them in your life,
you know?
Take me to
The April Sun in Cuba
Woah oh oh
Take me where the April sun
Gonna treat me...
[Siren wails]
Oh, fuck!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Fuck!
- Why is he doing that?
- Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Dad, what's going on?
Just be quiet, mate, all right,
just let me handle this.
[Siren wails]
- Fuck.
- What are we going to do?
Mate, just fucking
keep quiet, all right?
Don't say a fuckin' thing.
Just let me do the talking.
G'day, mate, how are you?
License and rego, thanks.
Yeah, um, yeah.
Just going a bit quick, was I?
Um...
Look, we just came
out of the surf, mate,
it must of, ahhh,
it must have got stolen
out of the glove box.
Name and birth date.
Ah, Robert Wilson.
- Robert Wilson?
- Yep.
First of January 1971.
What's your name, mate?
What?
What's your name?
Um, Guru.
Hey?
- Guru.
- Guru Wilson?
Ah, his mum was a...
His mum with a hippie, you know?
Right.
Wait here.
Fuckin' Guru Wilson,
are you fuckin' serious?
What kind of name is that?
It means deep ocean!
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Why did you lie?
Why did you lie to him?
Right, fucking listen to me,
all right.
I never told you
what my job was, OK.
The truth is...
...I'm actually a spy and I work
for the Kiwi Government, yeah?
What?
Yeah and that guy
is a sneaky fucking Russian.
OK, he's a bad guy.
You're a spy?
Yeah.
Like James Bond?
Exactly like James Bond.
All right, it's spy protocol,
you can't tell him all right?
He cannot be trusted,
he is a Russian.
Listen, mate, your name and
birthdate doesn't match up
with anyone in our system
and these number plates
have been flagged.
It doesn't match up?
There must be a problem
in the system, officer.
I bought this car off a bloke
a couple of days back.
Going to need you to
step out of the vehicle, sir.
Or maybe the papers
haven't gone through yet.
Mate, listen, I'm telling you,
step out of the vehicle!
- Get out!
- Oi, Dad!
[Officer] All right, son...
- Oh, you, fuck, fuck, fuck.
- What the fuck?
[Over radio]
Code one, all units,
possible officer shooting.
Oh, that doesn't sound too good,
mate.
Shut the fuck up, mate.
What direction is the
getaway car travelling?
[Over radio] South.
Oh, you better get after it,
mate.
Don't you fucking move.
Stay in the car!
Officer Williams on the way.
Fucking blow ins, fuck.
Fuck.
What the fuck
is wrong with that guy?
[Siren wails]
[Rockit] Are you right?
What are you going to do?
I'm going to get
the fuck out of here.
Where are we going to go?
[Upbeat banjo music]
[Rockit] Fuck!
[Upbeat banjo music continues]
[Tyres screech]
All right, mate, leave no tracks
all right, take everything.
Let's go. Let's go, let's go!
[Upbeat banjo music continues]
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
[Rockit] Oh, fuck!
[Upbeat banjo music continues]
Come on, mate, go, go.
What about the car, dad?
Just forget about it, mate.
[Upbeat banjo music continues]
Come on.
[Upbeat banjo music continues]
Come on.
Hurry up!
Fuck!
How long have you
been a spy for, dad?
Shut the fuck up, mate.
Come on, hurry up.
What, do you have a pocket gun,
where are your gadgets?
Get in here, mate.
Close the door!
Dad?
How did you know that cop
was a bad guy yesterday?
Like, I knew he was a blow in,
but how did you know?
Hey, mate,
how about for the next
part of your holiday
you go stay with your mum?
Really?
Yeah, she's got some
good breaks up there.
A big house too.
And we'll all stay together?
No, mate, no.
No, I'd go back to work
and you'd finish out
your holiday with her, yeah?
Did I do something wrong?
Mate, I've got to go and do
a bunch of stuff
that I don't want to do, OK?
Are you mad at me?
[Bosch] No.
It's just...
It's not safe...
...With my spy work.
But...
...I want to stay
together again,
like we used to.
I know, mate.
It's fair for your mum
to see you by herself too.
You're just saying that.
You're not being fair to me.
[Sombre music builds]
[Sighs]
[Sombre music continues]
[Phone rings]
[Woman] Hello, it's Lizzie.
Hello?
Can I help you?
[Exhales slowly]
Hi.
Are you OK?
We're leaving to go
back home tomorrow.
Carl got a job.
How far?
126 km.
You're my only friend.
Ash-ash, I'm the only kid here.
And when you go back home,
all your old friends
are going to be there.
You're my best friend.
Just because you're far away
doesn't mean I'm not
your bestest friend.
Here, I got you something.
Will you come see me one day?
Duh.
[Laughs]
Will you let me braid your hair?
Maybe.
Can I braid it right now?
[Laughs]
[Inaudible radio chatter]
[Snorts]
[Sniffs]
[Continues sniffing]
He's in Byron Bay.
How do you know?
Because they pulled him over
yesterday
and the slippery bastard
got away.
You're shitting me.
Fuck!
Are you up for this, Keith?
I mean, can you do
your fuckin' job properly?
Derek, I swear to God...
Fuck!
Now you get my money,
or get rid of him.
Mate, I got pulled over,
I can't be driving nowhere.
[Keith] I get it.
I get your situation,
but you've just got to
find a way to get to me.
I've got some funds for you too.
I've gotta run.
[Bosch] Keith, wait.
Can you trust him?
I grew up with him,
taught the grommet how to surf.
I've gotta work it out.
And how are you gonna do that?
I can't keep running.
Listen...
If something happens to me,
call this number.
You could take my truck OK?
Hi, mate.
Like your hair.
Hey, I'm heading off
for the night, all right?
Aren't I going to mums?
Change of plans, mate.
Deb is going to come
and look after you, all right?
I've got to see
a man about a dog.
Is that spy code, dad?
Hey, listen, mate...
Sometimes in life,
things have to get a lot harder
before they get easier.
[Sombre music builds]
But just remember
that I love you.
I'll always love you, all right?
No matter what.
[Sombre music]
See ya.
Dad?
Yeah, mate?
Be careful OK?
10-4, copy that.
[Sombre music continues]
[Sniffs]
[Truck engine revs]
Hey.
Hey, Keith. Do you want some?
It's straight off the block.
[Laughs]
No, mate.
Oh, the, ah...
Lifesaver.
Look, I've tried my hardest
to bury this case, Bosch.
This is one of the biggest crops
they'd ever come across.
Didn't half-arse it,
did you, mate?
[laughs]
Didn't do it alone, Keith.
You're a good man, Bosch.
But Derek's gunning for you,
you know?
Fucking Derek.
What you do with it?
Do with what?
The coke, his money.
I lost it in the fire, Keith.
You fucking know that.
I lost it along with the rest
of my fucking life, mate.
Yeah.
Good to see, mate.
Good to see you too.
[gun clicks]
[tense soundtrack]
Go on then.
Go on.
Do it, mate.
[quietly] OK.
[tense soundtrack]
Just pull the fucking trigger,
Keith.
Do it!
- Just do it.
- Stay still!
Fucking do it.
Fuck. I'm sorry, mate.
Sorry.
G'day.
Yeah, g'day, mate.
Looking for a bloke.
He's wanted for the attempted
murder of a police officer.
I don't recognise the face.
Well, if you do happen to come
across him, give me a tingle.
Yeah, will do, detective.
I would appreciate it.
Here, Rockit.
Two bucks of chips, chicken salt
and a potato scallop.
And what happened
to your girlfriend, cuz?
She's not my girlfriend.
Yeah, that's what they all say,
mate.
Well, who's your guy they're
after?
Don't know. Some dickhead.
[ominous soundtrack]
Is everything OK, Rockit?
Um...
Could you put the chips in a bag
for me, please?
Yeah, sure, mate.
Hey, you want extra chicken salt
with that, Rockit?
No, I'm good.
Might make your balls drop.
Thanks, Tukz.
- Dad!
- We're going to call 000.
What the fuck, Dad!
You can't call an ambulance.
Are you crazy? Rockit, call
an ambulance now, OK?
No, don't touch
the fucking phone!
Dad, there's a guy
looking for you!
They can't fucking come here!
You don't have a fucking choice!
Oi, ya blow-ins, listen to me!
There's a spy looking
for you!
He said you tried to kill
a police officer! Did you?
Oi, Dad!
[Rockit] Hurry up, Deb!
Dad? Dad, you alright?
- I'm alright, mate.
- What's wrong?
[groaning]
Dad!
We are we going?
- Where are we going?
- We're going to the hospital!
- Oh, fuck.
- What?
Just listen, mate.
Fucking codenames, right, mate?
- Codenames?
- Yeah, Rodney Jenkins.
You're Rodney Jenkins.
I'm Guru Jenkins.
Deb, you're Angela Basinger.
No, I'm not.
It's a codename, Deb!
Spy protocol.
- [whispered] Codenames, Deb.
- Yeah, OK.
Hi. Angela?
And Guru?
So, your father's
in a stable condition.
It took us a little time
but we managed to find
the cause.
Unfortunately, he had
what we call a peptic ulcer.
Peptic ulcer?
It can be life-threatening
if not treated in time.
Thankfully, you were able
to get him here when you did.
Can we see him now?
[machine beeping]
Dad!
Hello, mate.
He's doing better
but he's going to need
some sleep with these meds.
OK.
By the way, Mr Jenkins,
it says here we're
having trouble
processing your Medicare number.
Do you have a copy
in your wallet?
Oh, someone nicked it out
of our car at the beach, ma'am.
OK.
Yeah, sometimes our computer
systems play up.
Yeah.
I recommend letting him sleep.
OK.
Thank you.
OK, let's go. I gotta go.
Hey, no, no, no.
They just doped you up.
[man on radio]
Attention all units
in the vicinity
of Byron Bay Hospital.
We have a possible location
of a wanted man.
Geoffrey Bosch James.
He is in the ICU.
This is Detective
Senior Sergeant Derek Campbell.
We are on our way.
[man on radio] Copy.
Looks like I'm gonna have to do
this myself.
[chuckles]
[car starts]
Hey!
Rockit, wait, stop it! Rockit!
Go get the truck.
Sorry, Dad.
[groans]
Deb, you get the ute
and I'll get Dad out, alright?
- We need to go.
- Go, love. Go.
- We've got to go!
- You've got to do it.
You beach bums are insane.
Come on, Deb! Gotta go.
Let's go, mate.
Oi!
You stay by the car
and you watch the front.
Where is he?
Geoffrey James, do not move.
Fuck!
Stop, stop, stop.
Hey! Are you OK?
Dad, come on, just to the truck.
[groans]
OK?
Thank you.
[evocative music]
Rockit! Come here!
Oh, my god! Look how big
you are!
Look how long your hair is.
[laughs]
- I missed you, Mum.
- I missed you too, baby.
Where have you been?
I've just been here.
It took me a lot longer
to find a place
and then I had to set it up,
I had to make it really nice
for you.
Come on, let me show you.
This is your room.
I put all your stuff
I had in the chest here.
I enrolled you
in the local school.
It's supposed to be pretty good
and I got you a uniform.
That's just here and, um,
I don't know, you can get
your books from school tomorrow.
- Thanks, Mum.
- You good?
Can I still surf before school?
Honey, you can do
whatever you want.
Well, as long as you're ready
for school by eight.
I mean, you can clean up
after I cook,
you've got to listen
to your mum.
OK?
Alright.
It's a nice place, Liz.
Mm-hm.
You look good.
My would you bring her here?
You gonna be right
to take care of him?
Haven't changed a bit, have you?
Neither have you, apparently.
Look, I just need you
to take care of him.
Right? Just till I get things
sorted, alright?
Till you get things sorted?
Yeah.
Till you get things sorted.
Of course I'll take care of him.
I'm still his mother.
Then be his mother for this time
in his life. Please.
I was his mother
for eleven fucking years
while you never came home.
Here we fucking go. You want
to know why I never came home?
I think half the town knows
why you never came home.
- Half the fucking town.
- Can we get a pizza?
Mate, can you just give us
a second, please?
It's OK.
[Bosch] How many drinks
have you had?
[Elizabeth] None.
Well, one. This is it.
[Bosch] Are you even in a state
to look after our son, Lizzy?
[Elizabeth] Don't come here
and question me.
You know what? It was nice
seeing you, Bosch.
Someone's waiting
in the car for you.
[Bosch] Yeah, at least someone
will fucking wait.
[Bosch] Can't believe
I'm fucking here
listening to this shit.
[Elizabeth] Get the fuck
out of my house.
- [Bosch] Fuck you!
[Elizabeth] Get out of my house!
Dad! Dad!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You can't leave
without saying goodbye!
You can't leave
without saying goodbye.
Easy, mate. It's alright.
Come on, eh?
You know, I'm sorry, Dad.
You don't have to be sorry,
mate. You did nothing wrong.
Alright? It's not goodbye.
I just gotta go get myself
better. That's all.
I messed it up, I messed it up,
I know it.
Hey, look at me. Look at me.
You saved me, mate.
And I think you're the best
surfer, chef, secret agent.
I think you're the best
everything, OK?
I don't want you to leave, Dad.
I don't want you to leave.
I'll be back, mate.
Your mum and I, we think
you're out of this world.
You'll be right.
I'll be back.
[car starts]
[pensive music]
[evocative music]
Hey, Mum.
He left me.
Ah! I can't believe
he fucking left me.
They're all the same, Rockit.
[laughs]
It always ends up the same
for me.
It's OK, Mum.
I love you.
Come here.
You're so...
You're such a beautiful son.
I'm so lucky to have you.
[chuckles]
No. Mum, can you just stop
drinking?
I'm scared.
You're scared?
What are you scared of?
You're scared of me?
You're lucky to have me.
I'm all you've got.
Do you know why
I'm all you've got?
'Cause your father's
a criminal.
- No, he's not.
- Yeah.
He's a drug-dealing, lying,
cheating, con artist.
I mean, fuck.
Bosch is going to spend
the rest of his life in jail.
No, he's not, Mum!
You're lying!
Dad's a spy!
And nobody knows that but me.
Is that...
Is that what he told you?
[laughs]
You have to grow up, Rockit.
You grow up!
You know what Bosch stands for?
Fucking bullshit artist.
You're a fucking bullshit
artist!
[laughs]
He's a fucking spy?
[pensive music]
[girl] You going to that thing
this week, right?
So good.
[Rockit] Ash-Ash!
Rockit? What are you doing here?
This is where my mum
lives.
Whoa.
What are you doing right now?
Nothing.
Come with me.
[Rockit] Why did the gecko
cross the road?
I don't know. Why?
So he could go visit
his flatmate.
A thing that's run over,
it's not flat.
He's been run over by a car.
So, he'd be flat.
He be squished flat, yeah?
He wouldn't be in a ball.
- No.
- Yes.
[laughs]
So, where's your dad now?
I don't know.
Haven't heard from him.
I'm sorry.
How's it with your mum?
I've thought about you a lot.
Mum's...
I don't know. She's changed.
She's always drunk.
Why? What do you mean?
I guess...
She just wants to be loved
by someone.
She thinks no one ever will.
You love her.
I try my hardest.
[chuckles]
I'm really happy you found me.
Me too.
Hot nights coming
Keep the car running
Lavender fingers...
I told you I'm not hungry
right now.
Just put it in the oven
and I'll have it later.
Swallow my pollen
Gold I fell into your spell
On the rite of god we fell
You were plush
and I laid bare
You had me howling
Cold I fell into your skin
On the night
you let me under your sin
You had me howling
You had me howling
Ooh ooh blush
Ooh ooh blush
Golden siren
Under explosion...
There you go, boys.
You fucking dog.
Come lay your weakness down
On the floor
in the backseat
Gold I fell into your spell
On the rite of god we fell
You were plush
and I laid bare
You had me howling...
Guess what?
What?
My parents are going away
for the weekend,
so I'm gonna have the house
to myself,
and I was wondering if you
wanted to have a sleepover?
Duh!
Only under one condition.
What's that?
If you promise Carl won't come
home halfway through the night.
That would suck.
Actually, he's going
to a wedding,
so I can definitely
promise that.
Ooh ooh blush...
[laughs] I can't wait
to meet you either.
OK.
Mum.
OK, bye.
[laughs] Bye.
What?
What's all this?
Um...
Well, we're visiting Uncle Buck
this weekend.
Who?
Your uncle. We're paying him
a visit.
Since when are we going
to do that?
I just thought it'd be nice to
spend the weekend with family.
Were you even going
to ask me?
I'm your mum.
I don't have to ask.
Yeah, but I've got plans
with Ashley tomorrow night.
- I'm not coming.
- Tough shit, mate.
You're not even here
half the fucking time.
What does it matter to you?
Well, it matters to me
'cause this is my house
and you'll go where I tell you
to go.
Can you just stop being
a fucking brat?
I will when you stop being
a fucking bitch!
[door slams]
[sound of modem]
Get off the internet, Ash! Fuck!
[door slams]
[melancholy strings]
[Rockit] How much further?
[Elizabeth] We're almost there.
You hungry?
Should we pull in
and get some fresh prawns?
I don't even like prawns.
Well, I do.
I reckon it'd be nice
to bring for your uncle.
[strings continue]
How big are your prawns?
[laughs]
How much are they?
Thank you.
Look at them!
Here you go.
[thunder]
[thunder]
Well, it's here. I think.
Uncle Buck lives in a shitter.
[whispered] Jesus.
[thunder]
Are you fucking kidding?
Um...
Right, I'm just going
to pop down to the bottle-o.
I'll be back real soon.
You alright, Mum?
Yeah.
[thunder]
[sound of rain]
[door closing]
[thunder]
Rocky.
What the fuck is this?
Rocky!
[thunder]
Hey, Rocky!
You hungry?
Making some stew.
I don't want your fucking stew.
[Elizabeth] "Dear Bosch...
I can't take care
of Rockit anymore.
Here's 200 bucks.
It's the best I can do.
Your mum, mate,
she's a fucking piece of work.
[Elizabeth] I'm sorry. Lizzy."
You guys are a joke.
All you do is care
about your fucking selves!
Mum told me what happened!
She told me everything!
Is that why didn't come back?
Hiding from the cops?
- I couldn't come back.
- Why, Dad?
I could barely look after
myself, mate.
You didn't even bother calling
me either, you've fucking loser!
- I did.
- No, you fucking didn't!
Not once!
Not once in the whole
fucking year!
Mum told me you're going to jail
for the rest of your life
if you don't leave the country.
Did you want to tell me
that part?
Or is that all part
of your new plan
to take care of me?
Rip me out of school again
and fuck my whole world
up again!
You were younger then, mate.
Well, I'm not too young
to understand
that you told me were going
on a holiday!
But really we were
never going back!
Or what about the time
you told me you were a spy?
You're nothing but a crook,
Dad, and a liar!
Do you know how that feels?
Do you?
To be left and to be lied to
again and again?
Do you?
There's nothing I can say
that can make it better, buddy.
I tried to be a good dad.
But I fucked it up.
[haunting ethereal music]
Hello?
Yeah?
I want to apply for the job.
Have you got any hair
under your arms?
Come back when you've got
some experience.
I've got hairs.
I've got tons of experience.
Spent my whole life out there.
You're going to be way
too green.
How old are you anyway?
Old enough to get laid.
[laughs]
Just give me a chance.
Ooh
Young star haunted lynx
Ring of silver oh
I want your bones
inside my bones
Under the lights we went
Wearing our chimes
we bled out
Fennel and lashes wet
Heart on a diamond thread ah
You're making me sweat
sweat sweat my love
Down deep into your bones
You're making me sweat
sweat sweat my heart
Down deep into your soul
I can't take it
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh...
Don't spend it all at once.
I won't.
We're going back out at three.
[pan sizzles]
Dad?
Wake up.
[Bosch] I'm up.
Made you some lunch.
Thanks, mate.
How's work going?
It's tough.
You liking it?
Yeah.
Caught some massive fish,
ton of prawns.
Even saw some big sharks
circling the boat last night.
Makes you not want
to surf again.
You've surfed with plenty
of sharks before.
They're sneaky little bastards.
Never really see 'em, you know?
Want some of this?
[chuckles]
So, how are you feeling?
I'm alright, mate.
Whatever happened to Deb?
I blew it, mate.
I'm surprised she hung around
as long as she did.
Thanks for cooking lunch.
I only made lunch
'cause I couldn't bear another
day of your fucking stew.
[Bosch laughs]
Fuck, me neither.
I love you, Dad.
I love you, too, buddy.
Dad!
[evocative music]
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh...
Here's the boat
going to Fiji, Dad.
Hey, mate. Hey...
I want you to promise me
that you'll never stop surfing.
Why would I?
You know, your mum and I, we...
We did love each other.
For a while.
Her, so young, mate.
You know, we weren't ready.
I definitely wasn't ready.
Should've done things
a lot differently.
I made a lot of mistakes, mate.
But you were the best thing
that ever happened to me.
[Bosch sighs]
You know we'll meet again,
yeah, Rocky?
[melancholy strings]
Just keep your eyes open
for a postcard
from Rodney Jenkins.
[soulful strings continue]
Hey, mate.
I've got to go see a man
about a dog.
[strings continue]
Oh, my god! Rockit!
I made these for you.
[chuckles]
You're out of this world.
I'm in love with you, Rockit.
I love you, too, Ash-Ash.
Got you caught in my mind
Hear you calling
My body sun
My body sun...
Are you really going to go?
I have to work.
Stay with me.
Finish school.
We could find a way
to make it work.
Remember when we were younger
and we were trying to catch
a shooting star?
I was scared.
And I asked you to stay there
until we caught one.
It was you.
[music building]
Got you caught in my mind
Feel you falling
My body sun
My body sun
Did it cross your mind
Hold your breath
To lead you here
Did it close your eyes
And fill your mouth
And melt you near
Got you caught in my mind
Hear you calling
[Gentle music]
Rushing water
One keeps to corners
Turn cheeks in shadows
On the shortline
Woman willing
Undress your heart strings
[Car engine revs]
Follow your thick thing boys
On a shortline
[Car engine revs]
[Upbeat rock music]
Rebel rebel
You've torn your dress
Rebel rebel
Your face is a mess
Rebel rebel
How could they know?
Boys.
Boschy.
Hot tramp I love you so...
What's up?
- Hey, mate.
- How are you, mate?
You've been working hard
by the looks of it.
Yeah, boy.
I've got a little
surprise for ya.
Oh.
- That's yours, Salty.
- Fucking hell.
[Laughter]
Cobba.
Yeah, Bosch.
Don't put it in the
fucking bank, whatever you do.
Come on, Bosch.
Are you one of those,
what do they call them,
fuckin' financial planners
or something now, mate? [Laughs]
Call the girls, Cobba.
there's a party.
You better believe it, turn
that music up, mate, let's go.
[Laughter]
Hot tramp I love you so
[Plastic rustles]
Hey, it's Lizzie.
Leave a message.
[Answering machine beeps]
Hey, Mum.
I'm just calling
to say goodnight.
Hope I can come see you soon.
Love you heaps.
[Distant music]
[Bottles clatter]
Fuckin' hide this shit, fellas.
Hide this shit.
Fuckin' move, you sook.
Fuckin', come on.
Hide it, hide it.
Can I help you, boys?
Put your hands above your head
and don't move.
I think there's been
a little misunderstanding, mate.
[Man] Are you deaf?
I said don't move.
No, just let me
show you something.
[Man] Stop!
Stop right there.
OK.
What's that, what's in the bag?
I'll show you what's in...
[Man] Don't fucking
touch the bag!
[car door shuts]
Geoffrey Bosch James.
You're under arrest.
For what?
For being a fucking legend,
Boschy.
[Laughter]
Oh, you fucking...
[Laughter]
Fuck!
[groans]
Jesus Christ,
I nearly shit myself.
You're doing alright, Boschy?
Who is this?
It's my other boss.
[Water runs]
[Owl hoots]
[Owl hoots]
Look at this.
Detective Sergeant Campbell
pulled it off the docks
last night.
Jesus fuckin' Christ.
It's Colombian.
It's the purest we've ever seen.
Made sure we kept a key
just for you, Boschy.
What the fuck am I
going to do with this?
Cut it, double it,
sell it you idiot.
Boschy, it's time you start
making some real money.
We don't deal with this shit,
Keith, you know that.
[Man] Well here's your problem,
old mate.
You're not making
the decisions anymore.
What did you fuckin' say?
Here's the deal.
Take my gift...
shut the fuck up...
and you unload it.
I don't want you
to waste your talent, Bosch.
[Distant country music]
How's little Rocky doing?
I'm really sorry, Bosch.
You know, I thought I was doing
a good thing for the crew.
Look at them.
Look at them.
All right?
They're your fucking brothers.
Your family and you
just fucked them.
Fuck!
What are you fucking thinking?
We're farmers, mate,
we don't sell coke, all right?
Fuck.
[Distant country music]
[Door slams]
[Distant inaudible voices]
[Giggling]
Oh my God.
My God, he's so cute.
[Chuckles]
Go get us a beer, love.
[Whispers] Oi.
You cheeky bugger.
I knew it.
[Laughing] How's school?
What does that mean?
Get a surf?
Pumping?
Any barrels?
What?
What did you have for dinner,
want some pizza?
No.
- No, come on.
- No.
Oh, God!
Oh, you got me.
Come on.
Strong.
What's the matter?
When is mum coming home?
I wish I could tell you, mate.
Hey...
Rock.
What do you reckon
we go for a surf tomorrow, hey?
Me and you?
Yeah, me and you.
I reckon get up early...
...Before the sunrise
and the wind is asleep
and the dolphins
are just waking up.
Fishes around.
It's magic in the air,
magic in the water.
But you gotta get up
real early!
Real early, beat the sunrise.
What do you reckon?
Hmm?
[Woman] Boschy?
Drink's getting warm.
[Bosch] OK.
- Cheers, love.
- Cheers.
He is the cutest.
Yeah, he's full of magic,
that little fella.
Just like you're going to be.
[Laughter]
Come on, you've been
a bad, bad girl.
[Birds chirp]
[Door rattles]
[Rockit whispers] Dad.
Dad, it's locked.
[Kookaburras laugh]
[Whispers] Dad.
Dad, we've got to get there
before sun up like you said.
Come on, dad,
the waves are pumping.
We've got to go.
Oh, mate, go back to bed,
it's pumping in there too.
What? Dad, you promised me
last night.
You said you would come with me,
come on!
Just fucking go yourself, mate!
- Get up, let's go!
- Fuck.
Get up, dad, come on.
Let's go!
All right, all right,
I'm coming.
Yes!
I'll make us some Weet-Bix.
[Gentle music]
[Gentle music continues]
[Gentle music continues]
[Gentle music continues]
Did you see that last one, dad,
I crushed it.
Mmm.
Killing it, mate.
Oi, you got school today?
Yeah, I can skip though.
Dude, come on, I got a hundred
calls this year already.
What time have you
got to be there?
Half past eight.
- Shit, mate. Come on, let's go.
- No.
Why not?
I hate school.
Why?
They call me Dum Dum.
Why do they call you Dum Dum?
Because I can't read properly.
Look...
Listen, you remember what I told
you about bullies all right?
Next cunt to say something,
grab the biggest thing you can
and fucking hit him, right?
Fucking knock him out.
But...
I don't want to hurt no one.
All right, mate.
You're a lot smarter than me,
little Rock.
I never got to go, you know.
You didn't?
Spent my whole life on the farm
wishing I could.
Dad?
Yeah, mate?
You said there's magic.
Where is it?
Mate, can't you feel it?
It's everywhere.
[Birds chirp]
Last one in the car
is a rotten egg, go.
[Woman] Good morning, class.
[All] Good morning, Mrs Cousins.
OK, let's see
everyone's assignments.
Rockit, let's start with you.
Biskets ate it, Miss Cousins...
Oh, who's Biskets?
My dog, Miss.
He doesn't even own a dog.
Yes I do.
He didn't do it, Miss Cousins.
- He told me in the playground.
- No I didn't.
- See?
- I didn't ask you, Taz.
Rockit, did you or did you not
complete your assignment?
I didn't do it.
Dum Dum can't even read a book.
Taz, I'm not going to
ask you again.
OK, class,
who did do their assignments?
Raise your hands.
[Bell sounds]
Hey, Dum Dum.
Are you a girl?
You've got her like a girl.
Have you got a vagina
like a girl?
Piss off, cunt.
- Tough bastard, aren't you?
- Fucking weak pussy.
- Whistle, Whistle.
- Get your fucking hands off me.
You can't even read
properly yet, Dum Dum.
You pathetic piece of shit.
- Oh, shit!
- Oh my God.
- Rockit James!
- What?
[Boy] Get up, get up.
Get up!
[Sombre music builds]
[Water laps]
[Thunder rumbles]
It's pretty late, mate.
A lady from school
came by today.
Wanna tell me what happened?
Hmm?
You wanna tell me
about the kid in hospital?
I don't wanna be Dum Dum.
What do you mean,
you're not a Dum Dum.
You don't even try, mate.
You spend your whole day
in the surf,
how the fuck are you
gonna learn anything?
Why the fuck do you think
I tell you to go to school?
I do go.
I'm not a good reader.
[Bosch] Why aren't you
a good reader?
Only Mum ever helped me.
[Exhales]
[Door slams]
It's going to be a long weekend
for me, OK, buddy?
Is she ever coming back?
I don't think so.
[Rockit sighs]
[Sombre a cappella music]
[Gentle music]
[Water splashes]
[Gentle music continues]
[Gentle music continues]
Holy shit.
[Phone rings]
[Glass clatters]
[Man] Boschy, Boschy.
There is a massive bushfire
ripping towards your farm, mate.
We're evacuating the area
right now.
They're going to find
all your fuckin' crops, mate.
[Car engine revs]
[Car engine revs]
[Dramatic music]
Fuck.
[Siren wails distantly]
[Dramatic music continues]
You're fucking kidding!
[Groans]
[Tyres screech]
[Engine revs]
Rockit, let's go!
Oh, just five more minutes, dad.
No, get in the fucking car, now!
Fucking hell!
Oi, Dad, where's the Mustang?
- I don't have time to explain.
- Where are we going?
Shut up, get in the fucking car!
[Engine revs]
What's happening,
what's all this shit, dad?
[Engine revs]
What's all this
fucking white stuff...
Don't fucking touch it, mate.
Don't smell it.
What the fuck is it?
It's nothing, mate,
don't worry about it OK?
Where the fuck
are we going right now?
Just let me think
for a second, mate.
- Fuck it.
- What's wrong with you?
Just, we're going on holidays,
mate, OK?
We're going on holidays?
[Bosch] Yeah.
Where are we going on holiday?
I dunno, Byron,
wanna go to Byron?
- Byron Bay?
- Yeah.
That's like Tallows
and the Pass and that?
Yeah.
Are you serious?
Yeah, I'm serious, mate.
Fucking go surfing,
boards on the roof, yeah.
We're going to Byron?
Yeah, we'll go surf
Tallows and that, yeah.
- What do you reckon?
- We're going to Byron Bay?
Yeah, Byron Bay.
[Gentle music]
[Gentle acoustic music]
[Gentle music]
Hey.
Oh, we're here!
Oi, dad,
can we go out?
Nah, mate, it's pretty small.
Why don't we wait
'till tomorrow,
a bit more swell coming I think.
Are we going to stay
in a big hotel?
Listen...
I know, why don't we...
Why don't we build a fort?
A fort?
- Yeah.
- Like a gunyah?
Yeah, like a gunyah.
Where?
You know, somewhere down here
on the beach,
overlooking the waves.
Or we can use your car too
and we can use that
to hold up a sheet.
Yeah, why don't we
get the sheets
and then find some sticks
and some poles or something,
build a little tent,
we'll sleep on the beach, mate.
Oh, dad, where are the sheets?
In there somewhere, mate.
[Gentle music]
[Car door shuts]
Let's go, dad.
[Gentle music continues]
Oi, you gonna leave
those fuckin' boards there?
You put them there.
Don't lame me when they're gone
in the morning, hey.
Oh, you just stepped on
my pillow, dude.
- That was you.
- What? That wasn't me, dude.
Why did you do that?
Look at all the sand on it.
[Gentle music]
[Gentle music]
[Gentle music continues]
Go!
[Gentle music continues]
Camera shutter clicks.
[Woman groans]
[Bosch laughs]
Piss off.
[Laughing] Sorry, love.
What are you taking photos of?
Did you get any of my boy
out there ripping?
Who, your imaginary friend?
No, my son.
He's out there in the surf.
Here.
You look like a rock spider
with those milkshakes.
All right, love, calm down.
Rock spider.
[Distant race commentary]
- Hey, Boss.
- Hey, good news.
Have you heard from him?
Ah, no, I haven't heard a thing.
Well he's your partner,
isn't he?
Yeah.
So you have heard from him?
Derek, if I had,
you would be the first to know.
Good to know.
Because half the force
is looking for him
and we need to get to him
before they do.
I know Bosch.
Trust me, he's not
going to spill on us.
[Distant commentary continues]
You're fucked, Keith.
And if you're fucked,
I'm fucked.
So best you toddle off
and do what needs to be done.
[Distant commentary continues]
Wait, love.
You dropped your flipper.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
What have you got going on here?
Ah...
Just built a shelter.
- A shelter?
- Yeah, shelter.
Are you homeless?
No, I'm just mucking around,
me and my boy.
We're on holiday.
Oh, yeah. Where from?
Down the coast a bit.
Thought we check out
the big city.
It's a pretty good spot here,
it's pretty special.
So far so good.
[Chuckles]
Hey, you wouldn't
happen to know anywhere
to stay around here would you?
Oh, so you are homeless.
If you and your imaginary friend
get sick of staying
in this makeshift tent,
then I'd check out
the Sails Motel.
It's down the road.
Sails Motel.
Thanks.
What's your name, love?
[Laughs] fuckin' hell.
[Car engine revs]
What is this place?
Mate, this is a surf hotel.
Can I get a new board?
Wh--
What's wrong with those ones?
Yeah, but we're on holiday.
No.
Yeah, my daughter said a
handsome man might be coming in.
Did she?
[Chuckles]
These must be her photos then,
are they?
Yep, Deb's got a great eye.
Deb.
Are you looking for a room
just for yourself?
- And me.
- Oh.
What's your name, little fella?
Rockit.
Dad and I are on holiday.
Do you guys serve brekky,
I'm starving.
Mate, mate,
just pipe down for a second, OK?
Look, we have an apartment
that's just opened up,
just down there.
Yeah, does it got
windows to the beach?
Rockit.
Do you guys provide
room service?
Mate, let me just...
Just let me talk to the lady OK,
I'll talk to her, not you.
[Rockit groans]
Listen, love.
How does three months sound?
Yeah, sure.
I'll just need a form of ID.
No, we just came
out of the surf,
so why don't I locate it
and I'll bring it to you later.
Hey, ma'am, do you provide
fresh towels every morning?
For fuck's sake,
you little ratbag,
can you just chill out
for a second?
Fuckin' hell, I'm just askin'.
Fuckin' hell, stop asking.
Oh my God.
[Chuckles] Sorry.
Christ, mate.
Can you take it easy
when I do business please?
You make me look like a kook.
What kind of hotel
doesn't have a buffet brekky?
It's a surf hotel, mate,
I told you.
They're up before sunrise
and they don't need
a big brekky.
Well I'm hungry
and I'm not pro yet.
All right, mate, well we'll go
get some eggs and groceries OK?
So we can cook tucker?
Yes, so we can cook tucker.
Just mind your tongue
for heaven's sake, mate.
[Chuckles]
Fuckin' mind your tongue.
Oh you fuckin' cunt.
Oi, cunt,
watch your fuckin' tongue.
Oi!
Are you old enough...
Are you old enough ooh ooh
Are you old enough oh oh...
Hey.
[Chuckles]
Yeah, I'm talking to you.
Is your dad home?
You must be his boy.
Yeah.
Have you got a name?
Ah, yeah.
Hi, ah, yeah.
My name is Rockit.
Rockit, I like it.
Who gave it to you?
My Mum.
She'll be here any second now.
Oi, Dad,
some chick is here to see you.
OK, mate.
[Bosch] G'day, love.
[Deb] Hey.
Thanks for saving the day,
this is great.
Where's Mum on this holiday?
Geez, love,
are you always this upfront?
Well the truth is...
...She hasn't been around
for a while,
so it's a bit of a sensitive
issue with the young one.
Mmm.
Listen as a thank you,
I'd be honoured if you would
do me the very great honour
of having dinner with me
and a bottle of wine and such.
A bottle of wine and such,
gee, what century are you from?
Same century as you.
[Deb laughs]
Mmm...
I'd love that.
Great.
That's not all
you're gonna love.
Hmm.
No, I mean,
I'm a good cook, so...
Whatever you say, beach bum.
I'm going now.
[Laughs]
She is a weirdo.
Yeah, she is, hey?
Pretty cute though.
Dad, you said we're going
to cook tucker tonight.
Oh, mate, come on.
Just let me hang out with
this chick tonight all right?
You surfed all morning.
We'll shred tomorrow, I promise.
You better mean it, Dad.
We're on holiday.
I know, Buddy,
I know we're on holiday.
You little shit.
[Chuckles]
Why don't you take some money
and go see a movie or something,
get some ice cream.
I don't even know where to go.
Well you just go
wherever you want.
A little bloke like you, hey?
The world is your oyster.
Just make sure you're not back
before midnight, mate.
Hey, what the fuck, bro?
No, no.
What...
But you do it!
Yeah, I do it
'cause I'm a silly old bastard.
You're a grommet, get out.
Oi.
Mate and you made it all wet.
"Prisoner of Society"
The Living End.
Well we don't need no one
To tell us what to do
Oh yes we're on our own
And there's nothing
You can do
So we don't need
No one like you
To tell us what to do
[Tyres screech]
[Girl] Hey!
What?
You can't do that.
Piss off.
[Tyres screech]
- [Rockit] Fuck!
- [Chuckles]
[Tyres screech]
[Rockit] This car
is a piece of shit!
[Chuckles]
[Tyres screech]
[Rockit] Oh, fuck this!
Where ya goin'?
Gotta go to town,
run some errands.
Like what?
Gotta get a new surfboard
'cause I'm goin' pro,
probably some hot chips.
Hot chips?
Yeah, why do you think
I said it?
Can I come?
Do you know where town is?
Duh.
My name is Ashley.
Call me Ash.
All right, my name is Rockit,
so call me Rockit.
OK.
Hurry up.
[Relaxed music]
[Ash] Your hair
is longer than mine.
So?
Do you ever straighten it?
No, but sometimes
I wash it before bed.
Don't you ever get haircuts
where you're from?
Um, hello, do you know any
pro surfers with short hair?
[Ash] What about Kelly Slater?
He's got short hair.
[Rockit] Well I'm pretty sure if
could grow hair it would be long
[Relaxed music continues]
It's gotta be a twin fin,
only the best
can ride twin fins.
Yeah, but why?
'Cause only the best
can ride twin fins.
Oh...
[Relaxed music]
That one.
It's my favourite colour.
[Relaxed music continues]
Whoa, whoa, easy, grommet.
Hands off!
Jiggling my board, carrying it
through the shop like that.
I'm getting this board.
No, piss off, grommet.
- No, I'm getting this board!
- No you're not.
How? We don't accept
Monopoly money, blow in.
Does this look like
Monopoly money, fucking blow in.
And we want two lollipops.
Come on, you heard her,
two lollipops.
Well take them,
you've got two hands.
- You want some wax?
- Yeah.
No, not this shit though,
give me sex wax.
[Relaxed music]
Cobba, what's happening
down there, buddy?
[Cobba] It's swarming
with police, Boschy
and the cops came
to my fuckin' house.
They're talking you up
like a proper crook, mate.
But listen,
I had a call from
that fucking Derek.
He is going off
like a cut snake, mate
and he wants his money
and he's sniffing around
the other boys as well.
Just tell all the boys
to keep their fuckin' mouths
shut all right.
Fuck!
- What do you want, cuz?
- Umm...
Three bucks of chips
with chicken salt,
barbecue sauce
and a potato scallop.
- Two potato scallops.
- Extra chicken salt.
- Extra...
- And one milkshake.
Chocolate, strawberry, vanilla,
mixed.
Chocolate...
Two.
[Ash chuckles]
$20.
[Whistles]
Oh, a big whale.
Where? Gone?
Yeah.
I haven't seen any.
How do you put
a baby astronaut to sleep?
How?
You rock it.
Get it?
Yeah, I get it, I get it,
I get it, yeah I get it.
- They're real cute though.
- They're pretty crap.
What's black white and pink...
[Laughter]
...And sits in a tree?
I don't know.
A magpie with a fat!
[Ash laughs] What?
[Laughter]
What?
They can get those?
Yeah.
Oh, actually I don't know.
No, I'm pretty sure.
See it blowing,
just way out the back?
[Ash gasps] Oh yeah,
I see, I see, I see.
[Captivating music]
[Captivating music continues]
Do you ever look for
shooting stars?
No.
Well...
...You know if you can see one,
you can make a wish.
It's like a rocket,
but it happens really fast
'cause it's made of magic.
Whoa.
How long will you
be on holiday for?
Three months.
No way.
Yeah, my dad even
said it himself.
Lucky.
Kelly and Carl only take me
for three weeks.
Who's that?
My second mum and dad.
What happened to
your first mum and dad?
Mum got really sick
and couldn't take care of me.
What about your dad?
I don't know.
I've never
seen him before.
I miss her lots.
But it's OK,
she's happy.
I'm going to
see her again one day
and take care of her like
Kelly and Carl took care of me.
No!
They're going to wonder
where I went, I've got to go.
No, Ash-Ash.
Can't you stay a little longer?
Just 'till we catch
a shooting star.
[Relaxing music]
OK.
"Rain" Dragon.
It's a happening thing...
Hey.
Holy shit.
Wow.
Thanks.
You clean up nice too.
Oh, thank you.
You look absolutely ravishing.
[Gentle music]
Thanks for hanging out with me,
Ash-Ash.
Why are you calling me Ash-Ash?
'Cause of this.
Ash-Ash.
Oh... OK.
Why did you do that?
When I stayed in the kids' home,
I didn't want anyone
to steal them.
So I had to make sure
my name was on both.
Was there a lot of
Converses there?
No, but it's the best shoe.
- Why is your name Rockit?
- I don't know,
but my dad likes to say it's
'cause I'm out of this world.
[Laughs] That's cute.
[Gentle music continues]
I'm glad you
came here on holiday.
[Gentle music continues]
Bye, Rockit.
Bye, Ash-Ash.
Thanks.
[Gentle music continues]
[Giggling]
[Gentle music continues]
Where's Rockit?
Umm... He's probably
at the pool or something.
See ya.
Yeah.
[Gentle music builds]
Dad?
Yeah?
I got a new board.
I saw.
Are you mad?
Did you get the best one?
Yeah.
The most expensive one too.
Here you go, mate.
[Gentle string music]
- Dad?
- Yeah, mate?
Thanks for being my dad.
Thanks for being my son.
"Bound" RY X.
With our minds gone
We can only know the feeling
of our bodies open
Peel it off
Let me go
Hold our heart out...
[Inaudible chatter]
Let these feelings show
The fear
Let go of Let go of
We're here
For so long For so long...
That was sick, Ash!
For so long
For so long
For so long
For so long For so long...
[Inaudible chatter]
For so long
For so long...
[Knock on door]
[Camera shutter clicks]
For so long
For so long
[Bird squawks]
[Salty] Got a visit
from Derek, mate.
Told me if I didn't tell him
where you were,
he'd kill my missus and kids.
[Salty] And I believe him.
I'm sorry, mate, OK.
Listen, this is fucked up.
Just grab your wife and kids,
go lay low somewhere OK.
(SOBBING) This is fucked,
Boschy.
I'll figure something out.
"April Sun in Cuba" Dragon.
I'm tired of the city life
Summer's on the run...
Hey, dad?
Yeah, mate.
Do you love Deb?
Well...
More than mum?
Well love is complicated, mate.
It's hard to explain.
Why?
'Cause it's complicated.
Well can you try and explain?
Sometimes you can have
someone in your heart
and not have them in your life,
you know?
Take me to
The April Sun in Cuba
Woah oh oh
Take me where the April sun
Gonna treat me...
[Siren wails]
Oh, fuck!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Fuck!
- Why is he doing that?
- Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Dad, what's going on?
Just be quiet, mate, all right,
just let me handle this.
[Siren wails]
- Fuck.
- What are we going to do?
Mate, just fucking
keep quiet, all right?
Don't say a fuckin' thing.
Just let me do the talking.
G'day, mate, how are you?
License and rego, thanks.
Yeah, um, yeah.
Just going a bit quick, was I?
Um...
Look, we just came
out of the surf, mate,
it must of, ahhh,
it must have got stolen
out of the glove box.
Name and birth date.
Ah, Robert Wilson.
- Robert Wilson?
- Yep.
First of January 1971.
What's your name, mate?
What?
What's your name?
Um, Guru.
Hey?
- Guru.
- Guru Wilson?
Ah, his mum was a...
His mum with a hippie, you know?
Right.
Wait here.
Fuckin' Guru Wilson,
are you fuckin' serious?
What kind of name is that?
It means deep ocean!
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Why did you lie?
Why did you lie to him?
Right, fucking listen to me,
all right.
I never told you
what my job was, OK.
The truth is...
...I'm actually a spy and I work
for the Kiwi Government, yeah?
What?
Yeah and that guy
is a sneaky fucking Russian.
OK, he's a bad guy.
You're a spy?
Yeah.
Like James Bond?
Exactly like James Bond.
All right, it's spy protocol,
you can't tell him all right?
He cannot be trusted,
he is a Russian.
Listen, mate, your name and
birthdate doesn't match up
with anyone in our system
and these number plates
have been flagged.
It doesn't match up?
There must be a problem
in the system, officer.
I bought this car off a bloke
a couple of days back.
Going to need you to
step out of the vehicle, sir.
Or maybe the papers
haven't gone through yet.
Mate, listen, I'm telling you,
step out of the vehicle!
- Get out!
- Oi, Dad!
[Officer] All right, son...
- Oh, you, fuck, fuck, fuck.
- What the fuck?
[Over radio]
Code one, all units,
possible officer shooting.
Oh, that doesn't sound too good,
mate.
Shut the fuck up, mate.
What direction is the
getaway car travelling?
[Over radio] South.
Oh, you better get after it,
mate.
Don't you fucking move.
Stay in the car!
Officer Williams on the way.
Fucking blow ins, fuck.
Fuck.
What the fuck
is wrong with that guy?
[Siren wails]
[Rockit] Are you right?
What are you going to do?
I'm going to get
the fuck out of here.
Where are we going to go?
[Upbeat banjo music]
[Rockit] Fuck!
[Upbeat banjo music continues]
[Tyres screech]
All right, mate, leave no tracks
all right, take everything.
Let's go. Let's go, let's go!
[Upbeat banjo music continues]
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
[Rockit] Oh, fuck!
[Upbeat banjo music continues]
Come on, mate, go, go.
What about the car, dad?
Just forget about it, mate.
[Upbeat banjo music continues]
Come on.
[Upbeat banjo music continues]
Come on.
Hurry up!
Fuck!
How long have you
been a spy for, dad?
Shut the fuck up, mate.
Come on, hurry up.
What, do you have a pocket gun,
where are your gadgets?
Get in here, mate.
Close the door!
Dad?
How did you know that cop
was a bad guy yesterday?
Like, I knew he was a blow in,
but how did you know?
Hey, mate,
how about for the next
part of your holiday
you go stay with your mum?
Really?
Yeah, she's got some
good breaks up there.
A big house too.
And we'll all stay together?
No, mate, no.
No, I'd go back to work
and you'd finish out
your holiday with her, yeah?
Did I do something wrong?
Mate, I've got to go and do
a bunch of stuff
that I don't want to do, OK?
Are you mad at me?
[Bosch] No.
It's just...
It's not safe...
...With my spy work.
But...
...I want to stay
together again,
like we used to.
I know, mate.
It's fair for your mum
to see you by herself too.
You're just saying that.
You're not being fair to me.
[Sombre music builds]
[Sighs]
[Sombre music continues]
[Phone rings]
[Woman] Hello, it's Lizzie.
Hello?
Can I help you?
[Exhales slowly]
Hi.
Are you OK?
We're leaving to go
back home tomorrow.
Carl got a job.
How far?
126 km.
You're my only friend.
Ash-ash, I'm the only kid here.
And when you go back home,
all your old friends
are going to be there.
You're my best friend.
Just because you're far away
doesn't mean I'm not
your bestest friend.
Here, I got you something.
Will you come see me one day?
Duh.
[Laughs]
Will you let me braid your hair?
Maybe.
Can I braid it right now?
[Laughs]
[Inaudible radio chatter]
[Snorts]
[Sniffs]
[Continues sniffing]
He's in Byron Bay.
How do you know?
Because they pulled him over
yesterday
and the slippery bastard
got away.
You're shitting me.
Fuck!
Are you up for this, Keith?
I mean, can you do
your fuckin' job properly?
Derek, I swear to God...
Fuck!
Now you get my money,
or get rid of him.
Mate, I got pulled over,
I can't be driving nowhere.
[Keith] I get it.
I get your situation,
but you've just got to
find a way to get to me.
I've got some funds for you too.
I've gotta run.
[Bosch] Keith, wait.
Can you trust him?
I grew up with him,
taught the grommet how to surf.
I've gotta work it out.
And how are you gonna do that?
I can't keep running.
Listen...
If something happens to me,
call this number.
You could take my truck OK?
Hi, mate.
Like your hair.
Hey, I'm heading off
for the night, all right?
Aren't I going to mums?
Change of plans, mate.
Deb is going to come
and look after you, all right?
I've got to see
a man about a dog.
Is that spy code, dad?
Hey, listen, mate...
Sometimes in life,
things have to get a lot harder
before they get easier.
[Sombre music builds]
But just remember
that I love you.
I'll always love you, all right?
No matter what.
[Sombre music]
See ya.
Dad?
Yeah, mate?
Be careful OK?
10-4, copy that.
[Sombre music continues]
[Sniffs]
[Truck engine revs]
Hey.
Hey, Keith. Do you want some?
It's straight off the block.
[Laughs]
No, mate.
Oh, the, ah...
Lifesaver.
Look, I've tried my hardest
to bury this case, Bosch.
This is one of the biggest crops
they'd ever come across.
Didn't half-arse it,
did you, mate?
[laughs]
Didn't do it alone, Keith.
You're a good man, Bosch.
But Derek's gunning for you,
you know?
Fucking Derek.
What you do with it?
Do with what?
The coke, his money.
I lost it in the fire, Keith.
You fucking know that.
I lost it along with the rest
of my fucking life, mate.
Yeah.
Good to see, mate.
Good to see you too.
[gun clicks]
[tense soundtrack]
Go on then.
Go on.
Do it, mate.
[quietly] OK.
[tense soundtrack]
Just pull the fucking trigger,
Keith.
Do it!
- Just do it.
- Stay still!
Fucking do it.
Fuck. I'm sorry, mate.
Sorry.
G'day.
Yeah, g'day, mate.
Looking for a bloke.
He's wanted for the attempted
murder of a police officer.
I don't recognise the face.
Well, if you do happen to come
across him, give me a tingle.
Yeah, will do, detective.
I would appreciate it.
Here, Rockit.
Two bucks of chips, chicken salt
and a potato scallop.
And what happened
to your girlfriend, cuz?
She's not my girlfriend.
Yeah, that's what they all say,
mate.
Well, who's your guy they're
after?
Don't know. Some dickhead.
[ominous soundtrack]
Is everything OK, Rockit?
Um...
Could you put the chips in a bag
for me, please?
Yeah, sure, mate.
Hey, you want extra chicken salt
with that, Rockit?
No, I'm good.
Might make your balls drop.
Thanks, Tukz.
- Dad!
- We're going to call 000.
What the fuck, Dad!
You can't call an ambulance.
Are you crazy? Rockit, call
an ambulance now, OK?
No, don't touch
the fucking phone!
Dad, there's a guy
looking for you!
They can't fucking come here!
You don't have a fucking choice!
Oi, ya blow-ins, listen to me!
There's a spy looking
for you!
He said you tried to kill
a police officer! Did you?
Oi, Dad!
[Rockit] Hurry up, Deb!
Dad? Dad, you alright?
- I'm alright, mate.
- What's wrong?
[groaning]
Dad!
We are we going?
- Where are we going?
- We're going to the hospital!
- Oh, fuck.
- What?
Just listen, mate.
Fucking codenames, right, mate?
- Codenames?
- Yeah, Rodney Jenkins.
You're Rodney Jenkins.
I'm Guru Jenkins.
Deb, you're Angela Basinger.
No, I'm not.
It's a codename, Deb!
Spy protocol.
- [whispered] Codenames, Deb.
- Yeah, OK.
Hi. Angela?
And Guru?
So, your father's
in a stable condition.
It took us a little time
but we managed to find
the cause.
Unfortunately, he had
what we call a peptic ulcer.
Peptic ulcer?
It can be life-threatening
if not treated in time.
Thankfully, you were able
to get him here when you did.
Can we see him now?
[machine beeping]
Dad!
Hello, mate.
He's doing better
but he's going to need
some sleep with these meds.
OK.
By the way, Mr Jenkins,
it says here we're
having trouble
processing your Medicare number.
Do you have a copy
in your wallet?
Oh, someone nicked it out
of our car at the beach, ma'am.
OK.
Yeah, sometimes our computer
systems play up.
Yeah.
I recommend letting him sleep.
OK.
Thank you.
OK, let's go. I gotta go.
Hey, no, no, no.
They just doped you up.
[man on radio]
Attention all units
in the vicinity
of Byron Bay Hospital.
We have a possible location
of a wanted man.
Geoffrey Bosch James.
He is in the ICU.
This is Detective
Senior Sergeant Derek Campbell.
We are on our way.
[man on radio] Copy.
Looks like I'm gonna have to do
this myself.
[chuckles]
[car starts]
Hey!
Rockit, wait, stop it! Rockit!
Go get the truck.
Sorry, Dad.
[groans]
Deb, you get the ute
and I'll get Dad out, alright?
- We need to go.
- Go, love. Go.
- We've got to go!
- You've got to do it.
You beach bums are insane.
Come on, Deb! Gotta go.
Let's go, mate.
Oi!
You stay by the car
and you watch the front.
Where is he?
Geoffrey James, do not move.
Fuck!
Stop, stop, stop.
Hey! Are you OK?
Dad, come on, just to the truck.
[groans]
OK?
Thank you.
[evocative music]
Rockit! Come here!
Oh, my god! Look how big
you are!
Look how long your hair is.
[laughs]
- I missed you, Mum.
- I missed you too, baby.
Where have you been?
I've just been here.
It took me a lot longer
to find a place
and then I had to set it up,
I had to make it really nice
for you.
Come on, let me show you.
This is your room.
I put all your stuff
I had in the chest here.
I enrolled you
in the local school.
It's supposed to be pretty good
and I got you a uniform.
That's just here and, um,
I don't know, you can get
your books from school tomorrow.
- Thanks, Mum.
- You good?
Can I still surf before school?
Honey, you can do
whatever you want.
Well, as long as you're ready
for school by eight.
I mean, you can clean up
after I cook,
you've got to listen
to your mum.
OK?
Alright.
It's a nice place, Liz.
Mm-hm.
You look good.
My would you bring her here?
You gonna be right
to take care of him?
Haven't changed a bit, have you?
Neither have you, apparently.
Look, I just need you
to take care of him.
Right? Just till I get things
sorted, alright?
Till you get things sorted?
Yeah.
Till you get things sorted.
Of course I'll take care of him.
I'm still his mother.
Then be his mother for this time
in his life. Please.
I was his mother
for eleven fucking years
while you never came home.
Here we fucking go. You want
to know why I never came home?
I think half the town knows
why you never came home.
- Half the fucking town.
- Can we get a pizza?
Mate, can you just give us
a second, please?
It's OK.
[Bosch] How many drinks
have you had?
[Elizabeth] None.
Well, one. This is it.
[Bosch] Are you even in a state
to look after our son, Lizzy?
[Elizabeth] Don't come here
and question me.
You know what? It was nice
seeing you, Bosch.
Someone's waiting
in the car for you.
[Bosch] Yeah, at least someone
will fucking wait.
[Bosch] Can't believe
I'm fucking here
listening to this shit.
[Elizabeth] Get the fuck
out of my house.
- [Bosch] Fuck you!
[Elizabeth] Get out of my house!
Dad! Dad!
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You can't leave
without saying goodbye!
You can't leave
without saying goodbye.
Easy, mate. It's alright.
Come on, eh?
You know, I'm sorry, Dad.
You don't have to be sorry,
mate. You did nothing wrong.
Alright? It's not goodbye.
I just gotta go get myself
better. That's all.
I messed it up, I messed it up,
I know it.
Hey, look at me. Look at me.
You saved me, mate.
And I think you're the best
surfer, chef, secret agent.
I think you're the best
everything, OK?
I don't want you to leave, Dad.
I don't want you to leave.
I'll be back, mate.
Your mum and I, we think
you're out of this world.
You'll be right.
I'll be back.
[car starts]
[pensive music]
[evocative music]
Hey, Mum.
He left me.
Ah! I can't believe
he fucking left me.
They're all the same, Rockit.
[laughs]
It always ends up the same
for me.
It's OK, Mum.
I love you.
Come here.
You're so...
You're such a beautiful son.
I'm so lucky to have you.
[chuckles]
No. Mum, can you just stop
drinking?
I'm scared.
You're scared?
What are you scared of?
You're scared of me?
You're lucky to have me.
I'm all you've got.
Do you know why
I'm all you've got?
'Cause your father's
a criminal.
- No, he's not.
- Yeah.
He's a drug-dealing, lying,
cheating, con artist.
I mean, fuck.
Bosch is going to spend
the rest of his life in jail.
No, he's not, Mum!
You're lying!
Dad's a spy!
And nobody knows that but me.
Is that...
Is that what he told you?
[laughs]
You have to grow up, Rockit.
You grow up!
You know what Bosch stands for?
Fucking bullshit artist.
You're a fucking bullshit
artist!
[laughs]
He's a fucking spy?
[pensive music]
[girl] You going to that thing
this week, right?
So good.
[Rockit] Ash-Ash!
Rockit? What are you doing here?
This is where my mum
lives.
Whoa.
What are you doing right now?
Nothing.
Come with me.
[Rockit] Why did the gecko
cross the road?
I don't know. Why?
So he could go visit
his flatmate.
A thing that's run over,
it's not flat.
He's been run over by a car.
So, he'd be flat.
He be squished flat, yeah?
He wouldn't be in a ball.
- No.
- Yes.
[laughs]
So, where's your dad now?
I don't know.
Haven't heard from him.
I'm sorry.
How's it with your mum?
I've thought about you a lot.
Mum's...
I don't know. She's changed.
She's always drunk.
Why? What do you mean?
I guess...
She just wants to be loved
by someone.
She thinks no one ever will.
You love her.
I try my hardest.
[chuckles]
I'm really happy you found me.
Me too.
Hot nights coming
Keep the car running
Lavender fingers...
I told you I'm not hungry
right now.
Just put it in the oven
and I'll have it later.
Swallow my pollen
Gold I fell into your spell
On the rite of god we fell
You were plush
and I laid bare
You had me howling
Cold I fell into your skin
On the night
you let me under your sin
You had me howling
You had me howling
Ooh ooh blush
Ooh ooh blush
Golden siren
Under explosion...
There you go, boys.
You fucking dog.
Come lay your weakness down
On the floor
in the backseat
Gold I fell into your spell
On the rite of god we fell
You were plush
and I laid bare
You had me howling...
Guess what?
What?
My parents are going away
for the weekend,
so I'm gonna have the house
to myself,
and I was wondering if you
wanted to have a sleepover?
Duh!
Only under one condition.
What's that?
If you promise Carl won't come
home halfway through the night.
That would suck.
Actually, he's going
to a wedding,
so I can definitely
promise that.
Ooh ooh blush...
[laughs] I can't wait
to meet you either.
OK.
Mum.
OK, bye.
[laughs] Bye.
What?
What's all this?
Um...
Well, we're visiting Uncle Buck
this weekend.
Who?
Your uncle. We're paying him
a visit.
Since when are we going
to do that?
I just thought it'd be nice to
spend the weekend with family.
Were you even going
to ask me?
I'm your mum.
I don't have to ask.
Yeah, but I've got plans
with Ashley tomorrow night.
- I'm not coming.
- Tough shit, mate.
You're not even here
half the fucking time.
What does it matter to you?
Well, it matters to me
'cause this is my house
and you'll go where I tell you
to go.
Can you just stop being
a fucking brat?
I will when you stop being
a fucking bitch!
[door slams]
[sound of modem]
Get off the internet, Ash! Fuck!
[door slams]
[melancholy strings]
[Rockit] How much further?
[Elizabeth] We're almost there.
You hungry?
Should we pull in
and get some fresh prawns?
I don't even like prawns.
Well, I do.
I reckon it'd be nice
to bring for your uncle.
[strings continue]
How big are your prawns?
[laughs]
How much are they?
Thank you.
Look at them!
Here you go.
[thunder]
[thunder]
Well, it's here. I think.
Uncle Buck lives in a shitter.
[whispered] Jesus.
[thunder]
Are you fucking kidding?
Um...
Right, I'm just going
to pop down to the bottle-o.
I'll be back real soon.
You alright, Mum?
Yeah.
[thunder]
[sound of rain]
[door closing]
[thunder]
Rocky.
What the fuck is this?
Rocky!
[thunder]
Hey, Rocky!
You hungry?
Making some stew.
I don't want your fucking stew.
[Elizabeth] "Dear Bosch...
I can't take care
of Rockit anymore.
Here's 200 bucks.
It's the best I can do.
Your mum, mate,
she's a fucking piece of work.
[Elizabeth] I'm sorry. Lizzy."
You guys are a joke.
All you do is care
about your fucking selves!
Mum told me what happened!
She told me everything!
Is that why didn't come back?
Hiding from the cops?
- I couldn't come back.
- Why, Dad?
I could barely look after
myself, mate.
You didn't even bother calling
me either, you've fucking loser!
- I did.
- No, you fucking didn't!
Not once!
Not once in the whole
fucking year!
Mum told me you're going to jail
for the rest of your life
if you don't leave the country.
Did you want to tell me
that part?
Or is that all part
of your new plan
to take care of me?
Rip me out of school again
and fuck my whole world
up again!
You were younger then, mate.
Well, I'm not too young
to understand
that you told me were going
on a holiday!
But really we were
never going back!
Or what about the time
you told me you were a spy?
You're nothing but a crook,
Dad, and a liar!
Do you know how that feels?
Do you?
To be left and to be lied to
again and again?
Do you?
There's nothing I can say
that can make it better, buddy.
I tried to be a good dad.
But I fucked it up.
[haunting ethereal music]
Hello?
Yeah?
I want to apply for the job.
Have you got any hair
under your arms?
Come back when you've got
some experience.
I've got hairs.
I've got tons of experience.
Spent my whole life out there.
You're going to be way
too green.
How old are you anyway?
Old enough to get laid.
[laughs]
Just give me a chance.
Ooh
Young star haunted lynx
Ring of silver oh
I want your bones
inside my bones
Under the lights we went
Wearing our chimes
we bled out
Fennel and lashes wet
Heart on a diamond thread ah
You're making me sweat
sweat sweat my love
Down deep into your bones
You're making me sweat
sweat sweat my heart
Down deep into your soul
I can't take it
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh...
Don't spend it all at once.
I won't.
We're going back out at three.
[pan sizzles]
Dad?
Wake up.
[Bosch] I'm up.
Made you some lunch.
Thanks, mate.
How's work going?
It's tough.
You liking it?
Yeah.
Caught some massive fish,
ton of prawns.
Even saw some big sharks
circling the boat last night.
Makes you not want
to surf again.
You've surfed with plenty
of sharks before.
They're sneaky little bastards.
Never really see 'em, you know?
Want some of this?
[chuckles]
So, how are you feeling?
I'm alright, mate.
Whatever happened to Deb?
I blew it, mate.
I'm surprised she hung around
as long as she did.
Thanks for cooking lunch.
I only made lunch
'cause I couldn't bear another
day of your fucking stew.
[Bosch laughs]
Fuck, me neither.
I love you, Dad.
I love you, too, buddy.
Dad!
[evocative music]
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh...
Here's the boat
going to Fiji, Dad.
Hey, mate. Hey...
I want you to promise me
that you'll never stop surfing.
Why would I?
You know, your mum and I, we...
We did love each other.
For a while.
Her, so young, mate.
You know, we weren't ready.
I definitely wasn't ready.
Should've done things
a lot differently.
I made a lot of mistakes, mate.
But you were the best thing
that ever happened to me.
[Bosch sighs]
You know we'll meet again,
yeah, Rocky?
[melancholy strings]
Just keep your eyes open
for a postcard
from Rodney Jenkins.
[soulful strings continue]
Hey, mate.
I've got to go see a man
about a dog.
[strings continue]
Oh, my god! Rockit!
I made these for you.
[chuckles]
You're out of this world.
I'm in love with you, Rockit.
I love you, too, Ash-Ash.
Got you caught in my mind
Hear you calling
My body sun
My body sun...
Are you really going to go?
I have to work.
Stay with me.
Finish school.
We could find a way
to make it work.
Remember when we were younger
and we were trying to catch
a shooting star?
I was scared.
And I asked you to stay there
until we caught one.
It was you.
[music building]
Got you caught in my mind
Feel you falling
My body sun
My body sun
Did it cross your mind
Hold your breath
To lead you here
Did it close your eyes
And fill your mouth
And melt you near
Got you caught in my mind
Hear you calling