Kid Snow (2024) Movie Script
(HAUNTING VOCAL MUSIC)
(SOMBRE RHYTHMIC PULSING)
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
(BELL RINGS)
(BOXERS GRUNT)
(BELL RINGS)
(GASPS AND SNIFFS)
(SPITS)
Listen to me.
Don't brawl. Box.
He's a carnie puncher, got it?
-What round, Da?
-Four.
I have him.
Concentrate.
He's dangerous, alright?
You do your job.
(BELL RINGS)
You'll do
as you're fucking told.
Box!
This corner!
One. Two.
Three.
-REFEREE: Box!
-(MAN CALLS OUT)
(BOXERS GRUNT)
Do your job!
(DISCORDANT MUSIC)
(GRIM MUSIC)
REFEREE: One. Two. Three.
Four. Five. Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
(BELL RINGS)
-(FLASH BULB POPS)
-(BOXER EXHALES RAPIDLY)
TRAINER: Jab.
Jab.
Good, lad.
Jab.
Jab.
Five minutes.
Here.
Yeah, fuckin'...
Sorry, Kid.
Just make sure you win.
Yeah.
Easy.
Fuckin' easy.
(DISTANT CHEERING
AND WHISTLING)
(ANNOUNCER SPEAKS
INDISTINCTLY)
ANNOUNCER: All the way
from Melbourne...
..Rory Quinn!
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
Fuck you.
(THUNDER CRACKS)
I could have beaten him.
There's always more than
one way to win a fight.
I could have beaten him.
-Kid!
-What the fuck, man!
-(TYRES SKID)
-(METAL CRUNCHES)
(THUNDER CRACKS)
(UNEASY MUSIC)
(BIRDSONG)
(BELL RINGS)
(POP!)
(THUD!)
RORY OVER P.A.:
Come in closer.
I'll show you something
that you've never seen before.
All the way from the darkest
corners of New Zealand,
they call him
the Maori Warrior.
Come on out, Maori Warrior.
The myth is that he bit off
his own tongue...
(RORY CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
HAMMER: I'm starving.
RORY OVER P.A.: The thing is
I've got some of the finest
athletes in the country here,
all wantin' to earn their keep
and knock you
back into your school shorts!
Relax. You'll get your story.
-RORY: Tonight...
-Yep.
..in three minutes,
you can earn the respect
of every man here.
Strike 'em up, boys,
strike 'em up!
The first man on the drums,
he's so good he'll fight
any of you one-handed.
He fights with one arm
tied behind his back.
the next fella up, sure,
he might look like a girl,
but, by Jesus,
he fights like a man.
Rally on the drums for Lovely.
-(BELL RINGS)
-(CROWD YELLS)
Now, hold 'em, hold 'em,
hold 'em, hold 'em, hold 'em.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the star of the show,
10 years unbeaten,
he's the fair prince
of pugilism,
the king of the canvas,
Kid Snow!
-(DRUMBEAT POUNDS)
-(BELL RINGS)
-ONLOOKERS: Oh!
-(EXHALES RAPIDLY)
MAN: Irish bastard!
-Alright.
-(DRUMBEAT POUNDS)
Who's game?
Who's got the guts?
20 bucks a minute
for any winner out there.
That tent show sounds wild.
Rory Quinn's boys.
Rory Quinn?
Rory Quinn has a brother.
You know Kid Snow?
Yeah.
Did you know Kid Snow
was my third pro fight?
You won.
Knocked him out
in the fourth, right?
Why did we stop here, Hammer?
I heard the steaks were good.
Leave it alone, champ.
-You know who I am?
-No.
Should I?
RORY OVER P.A.: Alright,
ladies and gentlemen,
get your money ready.
The show's about to start.
Come on in now.
I want to show you something.
The steak was shit.
(ONLOOKERS CHEER AND CHATTER)
Now, ladies and gentlemen,
you think that was fun,
just see what we've got
in store for you next.
You know the man in blue.
Alright, ref,
check them laces.
Touch gloves, gentlemen.
Let's have a nice clean fight.
-Fuck this!
-ONLOOKER: Let's go, Rory!
Let's get it on.
RORY OVER P.A.: What,
you want to go first, do you?
You're that eager
we'll let you jump the queue.
You boys sit down,
watch how it's done.
Come on, you... Come on!
RORY OVER P.A.: Easy, easy.
Easy, tiger.
-(BLOWS LAND)
-Oh, he's already in there.
Touch gloves first.
RORY OVER P.A.: You deserved
it, man, you deserved it.
-(BLOWS LAND)
-(MEN YELL)
Now, ladies and gentlemen,
have we got a special guest
here tonight.
Just walked in.
The middleweight champion
of Australia,
Mr Hammer Morina.
(YELLS)
Here, ref, take him
to the corner.
-Back him off.
-Who's next, eh?
HAMMER: Look at you, Snow!
A clown!
Good enough for you, Hammer.
Hey!
Keep your fucking hands
off me.
(APPLAUSE)
Better-looking and funnier.
(ONLOOKERS LAUGH)
(GRUNTS WILDLY)
ONLOOKER: Ooh, get him!
Get him, get him!
(BLOWS LAND)
(ONLOOKERS CHEER)
Snow the carnie puncher.
ONLOOKER: Come and throw
a punch, you wanker!
Get your boyfriend
to let you go
and I'll give you
the beating you got last time.
-I'm right here.
-(ONLOOKERS LAUGH)
(KISSES)
-Easy, champ.
-Easy, champ.
You step in that ring, you're
gonna be fighting all of us.
-ONLOOKERS: Come on!
-MAN: Come on!
Have a swing, champion!
Oh, here we go!
-Here we go.
-You are shit, Snow.
(ONLOOKERS LAUGH AND JEER)
Shit boxer. A shit man.
WOMAN: Watch out,
he's gonna get ya!
-MAN: You've gotta hit him!
-WOMAN: Come on!
Go on, off you fuck
with your boyfriend.
-(ONLOOKERS LAUGH)
-Enjoying the show?
RORY: That's right,
ladies and gentlemen,
you never know
what's gonna happen.
Give it up for Kid Snow!
(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
-I'm fighting him, Frank!
-He's nothing.
I'm not having those people
say I ran away from him.
Who's saying that? No-one.
I'm fighting him.
And if I don't,
you can fuck America off.
OK? Sort it out.
Well, if you don't tell me,
Frank...
FRANK: Hammer!
Hey!
Wait!
Hammer!
Let's talk this over!
(RORY SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY
OVER P.A.)
Who are you?
Just a boxing fan.
There's boxing in America
last I heard.
Not like this.
That's quite a show.
You got that guy riled up,
alright.
Oh, yeah?
The guy you walked in with,
you mean?
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
Nice talking to you, son.
(MUTTERS)
Fuck.
Rory.
No, you Irish prick.
Let's see what you got
for me, eh?
(PATRONS CHATTER)
Hey, Diesel,
make it four beers.
Excuse me, ladies.
Here you go, lads.
No hard feelings.
You broke my fucking nose.
Well, you did mine.
-(SCOFFS)
-We're even.
Yeah.
You're lucky Snowie
didn't kill ya.
I'll have the beer.
And then you can fuck off.
And take your spastic mate
with ya.
Fuck you.
You can drink up, lads,
and piss off!
See ya later.
Got nothing like this
back home, Frank.
Yeah.
It's like going back in time.
Give your boy the fight,
Frank.
Time Life's expecting
a feature story
about an outback champion.
You promised me that, Frank.
When I get here, you tell me
that Hammer's next fight
is cancelled, so...
..the champ
versus the tent boxer,
in the outback,
old score settled.
That's a hell of a story,
Frank.
They're carnies.
Unpredictable.
Irish.
MAN: Not even close, Rory.
Not even close.
(MEN GRUNT)
-Ugh!
-Oh, fuck!
Oh, Jesus! Fuck!
Been pissing that money from
this shit show on the horses
instead of paying your debts,
haven't you?
How are you, Slim?
Frank, I'd love to chat, mate,
but as you can see,
I'm in the middle
of a client meeting.
What's he into you for?
Sell that to me...
..at 400.
(LAUGHS)
Frankie.
(LAUGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
Cash.
-He'll never be good for it.
-RORY: What the fuck?
(GROANS)
Alright.
Now, if you'll excuse us...
What's your game, Frankie?
Slim, you'll be the first
to know.
Huh. Yeah, I will.
Fuck, man.
(HAMMER BREATHES HEAVILY)
The fuck do you want?
I want my money back.
So listen up.
-(MEN YELL)
-Now, bring down these poles.
-(METAL CLANGS)
-(MEN CALL OUT)
(UNEASY MUSIC)
Bring it down.
-You heard the man.
-One, two, three.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
(MEN CALL OUT)
RORY: Careful. In together.
You rip my tent,
I'll rip you a new arsehole.
(SPARSE MUSIC)
(HAMMER GRUNTS REPEATEDLY)
Ed, come on, spot me.
(GRUNTS REPEATEDLY)
(CHUCKLES)
I hear you like the old tents.
You're the one
who took me there, champ.
How many pro fights
did Snow have after me?
Huh?
None.
I'm the champion.
I'm the one they pay to see.
(TRAINER SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY
NEARBY)
Why, champ?
Why does it matter?
(SNIFFS)
He's a tent fighter
who's forgotten what it's like
to take a punch.
I'm gonna remind him.
It matters.
(BOXER GRUNTS)
You're here to tell my story.
I tell it like I see it,
champ.
RORY: Come on!
Get behind your man.
(DRUMBEAT POUNDS)
RORY OVER P.A.: Alright,
hold 'em, hold 'em, hold 'em.
The second man up, he don't
even know what mercy means.
All the way
from Yorta Yorta country,
the Black Lizard!
Alright, who's game?
Who's hard enough?
20 bucks a minute
for anyone who can win.
Now, hold 'em down, hold 'em
down, hold 'em down.
10 years unbeaten,
he's the fair prince
of pugilism,
the king of the canvas,
Kid Snow!
(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
Where the fuck is he now?
Rally on the drums!
Strike 'em up! Strike 'em up!
-(DRUMBEAT POUNDS)
-(ONLOOKERS EXCLAIM)
-Nice of you to drop by.
-Pleasure.
Alright, ladies and gentlemen,
put your hands
in your pockets,
get your money out 'cause
the show's about to start.
-Enjoy the show.
-(CROWD CHATTERS)
Good-looker.
Hippie coat. Nice arse.
Got to be easier ways to
earn money looking like that.
-Billy.
-Mm-hm?
Pretty lady gets in free.
No, thanks.
(CROWD YELLS)
RORY OVER P.A.:
And in the blue corner,
hoping to earn his other arm
back, it's Armless!
-(BOXERS GRUNT)
-(ONLOOKERS EXCLAIM)
RORY: Oh, he's taking it
to you.
Chasing him.
Get him back in the ring here.
MAN: Don't fuckin' get
in there, you fuckin' mongrel!
WOMAN: Here we go. Here we go!
-Yeah! Oh!
-(BLOWS LAND)
-MAN: Yeah!
-MAN 2: Hit him! Hit him!
(ONLOOKERS CALL OUT)
RORY: Where is he?
(BLOWS LAND)
RORY: Easy, easy. That's it.
Don't let him push you around.
-Go on!
-Come on, get into him!
RORY: Let's see this
local hero, what he's made of.
-ONLOOKERS: Oh!
-Taking it all the way to him.
Oh, and that is what we call
an uppercut in the business.
There he is, ref. You alright?
(ONLOOKERS CHEER)
WOMAN: Yeah, get him again.
Yeah, take that!
-MAN: Come on, come on!
-WOMAN: Yes!
RORY: That's it.
Take it to him, man.
Don't wait for him
to come to you.
MAN: Body, body, body, body!
MAN 2: Rookie!
Let's see some punches, boys.
That's it! Swing it!
-(BLOWS LAND)
-(ONLOOKERS YELL)
MAN: He's puffed, look at him!
Oh, it's a big one,
and he's suffering for it.
And he's throwing the towel
in. (CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
(BELL RINGS)
RORY: Give it up for Armless!
(CROWD CHEERS)
(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYS
IN DISTANCE)
Fuck.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)
(INDISTINCTELEVISION COMMENTARY)
Hey. Just a middy, please.
(TRUCK HORN BLOWS IN DISTANCE)
(ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES)
Diesel, give me a round
for the boys, would ya?
Oh, and have you got
any of them hot pies?
Christ, Rory,
you bet on a winner?
DIESEL: Rory. Rory.
You know the rules.
Ask your boys
to take themselves outside.
Alright, boys,
outside with you.
Are you fuckin' serious?
Then I'm outside
with the boys.
Later, man.
Come on, now.
RORY: Can I buy you
a real drink?
Fighters?
Not my type.
Do I look like a fighter,
darlin'?
Like I said, not my type.
You know...
..I saw you.
Over in the tent.
I couldn't miss
a looker like you.
I saw.
Saw what?
Oh, cut the bullshit, darlin'.
And you should have quit
while you were ahead.
Let's go. Come on.
RORY: Get in the ring there.
Take off your jacket.
Huh!
-And the dress.
-What the fuck?
Listen, I tell the cops about
you, you're gonna go to jail.
What happens to your kid then?
That little fella you got
hiding out in your car.
Take it off, sweetheart.
Take off the fuckin' dress.
Now...
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
Don't touch me.
You can either
give it to me...
..or I'm just gonna fuckin'
take it anyway.
You don't rob
my fuckin' crowd.
No, no, no.
You stay right there.
Don't move.
('I'LL TAKE YOU HOME AGAIN,
KATHLEEN' BY BRIAN COLL PLAYS)
SONG:
I'll take you home again
Kathleen
Across the ocean wild...
Alright...
(MEN SING) Bend to the oars,
you lousy whores
None is bigger
than mine...
(MEN LAUGH)
Kid...
Someone's in your car.
The roses all
have left your cheek...
Give me a dance, would you?
-I watch them...
-Now.
Fade away and die
Your voice is sad
Whene'er you speak
And tears...
What do you want?
Bedim your loving eyes...
Mm.
Oh, oh, oh, I...
-My da had a show.
-That's nice.
(CHUCKLES)
I'm offering you a job,
darlin'.
I'm not stripping.
What else are you gonna do?
Got your kid in your car.
You're broke.
And is it the law
you're running from?
No.
But you are running
from something, eh?
I would say you left
in a little bit of a hurry.
Ever danced before?
I'm not stripping.
You're a thief
and I caught you.
Anyway, it's not stripping,
it's dancing.
You keep your undies on.
The lights are low.
It's a leg show.
(SONG ENDS)
How much?
15% of the door.
Hm.
-Pfft!
-And I want half now.
-Do I like stupid?
I give you half, I'm not
gonna see you for dust.
25%, and we settle up
at the end of the run.
But it's my show.
I choose the music,
how I dance, everything.
As long as the fellas
leave happy, it's all yours.
(EXHALES)
I'd need somewhere decent
to sleep for me and my boy.
Yeah.
You can take the caravan
we've got outside there.
Your boy, has he eaten?
No.
Come here.
(CLEARS THROAT)
You can get yourself a feed
at the roadhouse.
But...
..I'm gonna need the keys
to your car.
It's just insurance, darlin'.
And I'll lock it.
MAN: Over there.
-MAN 2: Yeah, Lizard, man.
-(TAPS)
MAN 3: What's Snowie doing?
KID: Hey... Hey!
MAN: Oh, get him, Kid!
Get him!
-Stop!
-MAN 2: Run, little man!
-KID: Stop!
-There's that little bugger.
-(GRUNTS)
-SUNNY: Hey!
Get off him!
(KID GRUNTS)
What do you think
you're doing? Huh?
(MEN CHUCKLE)
I think she likes you, mate!
(MEN LAUGH)
I'm...I'm sorry. I...
I thought he was stealing.
MAN: Hey, Rory,
who's your new friend?
(MEN LAUGH)
SUNNY: Come on. It's OK.
(OBJECTS CLATTER)
He's no thief.
RORY: Kid.
(MEN LAUGH AND CHATTER)
RORY: You know, Hammer's got
this fight in America.
He's got this fuckin'
title defence fight
to do here first.
Get this.
The fella they had lined up,
three days ago
busted his hand.
They need a replacement.
Well, at least that's what
Frank Belushi tells me.
Here's to ya.
(SCOFFS) I wouldn't
last two minutes.
I don't know, Kid.
But 10 years ago, man...
Fucking 10 years ago?
Things were different,
remember?
You already said yes.
(EXHALES)
Well, I...
This better be fucking good.
I can't afford to pay the boys
at the end of the run.
The fucking crowds
are down, man.
We need a new fucking tent.
And our cut of this
would be 12 grand.
When?
Fuck, man. 13 weeks from now.
And there's a qualification
fight to do.
You're playing me
like a fiddle.
Kid, listen.
They only want this fight
'cause some fella
from Time Life thinks
it's gonna make a good story.
You've got a fuckin'
puncher's chance, Kid.
Sure, it's a 1-in-50,
but it's your chance.
So get yourself fit.
Anything can happen.
And there's always more
than one way to win a fight.
That's Dad talking.
And what?
Was he wrong?
I mean, he got me close,
didn't he?
So close I could...
I could fuckin' smell it.
Anyway, fuckin'...
..worst thing
that's gonna happen,
we walk away with 12 grand.
Or he messes me up so bad
I never fight again.
Yeah, imagine
how that would feel.
I'm... Fuck it.
I shouldn't have said.
Huh!
(SNIFFS)
I want half in my pocket.
Oh, Kid, come on, man.
The purse is for the show.
We share it out, like always.
Fuckin' half or you can
fight him yourself.
Kid, man, fuckin'...
Alright, fuck it! Half.
Hmm.
MAN: Yeah, thanks. (SIGHS)
MAN 2: What a day.
MAN 1: That little bloody runt
just running around...
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
BILLY: Coffee?
MAN: Oh, I don't know, boys.
I'm Billy.
I'm Sunny.
MAN: Looks like
someone's moved in, hey?
(WHISTLES) Come on!
-This is Little Billy.
-SUNNY: Makes sense.
(MEN CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)
Thanks for the coffee.
MAN: I've never seen inside
the caravan.
I'm not complaining.
I'm just saying.
(MEN CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)
(INSECTS DRONE)
(BIRDS CHIRP, FLY BUZZES)
(KID GRUNTS AND MURMURS)
LIZARD: Wake up.
Yeah, what happened with you?
I'm gonna fight Hammer.
(SCOFFS) No way!
In your dreams!
What, you serious?
You need a trainer?
Yeah, why not?
Well, trainin'
starts now, then.
No more smokin', yeah?
RORY: Right here, boys.
MAN: Move it down.
Needs a bit of sprucing up.
(FLIES BUZZ)
"Contessa the Undresser"?
-(SNORTS)
-Wanna model for me?
Paint on this side.
What am I painting?
This.
No bastard makes damper
like you, Snowie.
Mm. Uh-huh!
-Too bloody right, no bastard.
-MAN: No bastard.
That's right. My bastard is
a good old bastard. (CHUCKLES)
I'm touched, fellas.
(MEN LAUGH)
KID: Hey, kid!
You hungry?
(MEN LAUGH)
He showed you, bruv.
Boys.
Alright, listen up.
Got some great news.
Kid's got a fight,
but I mean a fuckin' real one
against Hammer Morina.
You and Hammer?
Proper match-up.
RORY: Mandatory title defence.
Isn't that right, Kid?
Sounds more like
manslaughter to me, Kid.
He'll fuckin' kill ya.
Oh, I see what's
happening here.
We're talkin' a fix-up, yeah?
No.
On the level.
BILLY:
You'll kill him, Snowie.
-(COALS HISS)
-Too easy.
Fuckin' nice one, Lovely.
MAN: Keep it tight.
Keep it tight, Armless.
Got your end?
SUNNY: Rory,
what about my costume?
You're looking at it, darlin'.
Someone else's old knickers?
(CHUCKLES)
I need to go into town.
I need money for my costume,
decorate my tent.
Hmm.
MAN: Pull it out
at the other side.
Alright.
(MEN CHATTER INDISTINCTLY
IN DISTANCE)
The kid stays here. One of
the boys will go with you.
Tie a knot around that pole
there. Keep it tight.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(FLASH BULB POPS)
We met the other night.
Ed Byrne, Time Life.
I know who you are.
Well, you mind if I ask
a few questions?
-(KID EXHALES SHARPLY)
-Take a few photographs?
So, uh...
..why does a national champion
want to fight a tent boxer
he hasn't seen for 10 years?
You're asking the wrong man.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
ED: Your father
was a fighter too
back in Ireland.
Tough as they come, they say.
So what happened that night?
(FLASH BULB POPS)
I saw the police pictures
of the crash.
People say you were drunk.
I wasn't drunk.
They say that you and Hammer
went at it outside
after the fight.
Why?
Ask him.
Well, you think
you can beat Hammer?
Now, you were pretty good...
..weren't you, Kid?
You went toe to toe
with the champ.
He wasn't the champ then.
Well, he is now, Kid.
-(SPITS)
-Great talking.
(BOTH BREATHE HEAVILY)
LIZARD: Come on. Keep up, Kid!
LOVELY: Alright, Billy.
(MEN SHOUT INDISTINCTLY
IN DISTANCE)
(BOTH BREATHE HEAVILY)
LIZARD: Come on. Keep going!
-(RETCHES)
-Come on, now.
-(GROANS)
-Gotta keep going.
Come on, man!
That's it, that's it. Come on.
(COUGHS AND PANTS)
Look at you, you old wreck!
(BOTH LAUGH)
(COUGHS AND PANTS)
LIZARD: Oh, you alright?
(BELCHES)
RORY: Come on in, gentlemen.
Come on in.
-(DRUMBEAT POUNDS)
-Come nice and closer.
And I'll tell you all about
what's inside this new tent.
(RORY CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
Mum, what are you
doing in there?
SUNNY: I'm just
getting dressed.
I'm going to work.
Like that?
RORY: I've seen
her dance, boys.
Ooft, I've seen her dance
and let me tell ya,
it is a thing of wonder.
She's an Outback Cleopatra
with the eyes of a temptress.
Her spell will
break your hearts.
But mark my words,
when you see her,
you're gonna want
your heart broken.
And now, for one night only,
you fellas can see her
for a discount price.
DARCY: Mum, what's the matter?
RORY:
I'll tell you why, fellas.
-Nothing.
-(DOOR OPENS)
Don't let anyone in, OK?
I won't be long.
RORY: But a word of warning...
SUNNY: And lock the door.
Come on in if you think
you can handle the heat!
She's gonna show you something
that you'll
never forget, boys.
Get on in there.
See if you can spy her
through that tent there
while she's warming up, lads.
(RORY CONTINUES SPRUIKING
IN DISTANCE)
(DOOR CREAKS)
RORY: We bring you
a taste of the Orient
where the dancing skills
of the courtesan
are prized beyond rubies,
beyond any treasure
you'll find in all
of your Arabian nights.
(RORY CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
Good crowd.
(RORY CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
You know, my first tent fight,
I was nervous as all hell.
It soon went, though.
I mean, it's just a show.
So I give you, hot from
the bazaars of Baghdad,
the ravishing Contessa!
(MYSTERIOUS
PSYCHEDELIC ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)
My advice to you
would be to just...
('IN-A-GADDA-DA-VIDA'
BY IRON BUTTERFLY PLAYS)
(MAN WHISTLES)
(MEN EXCLAIM)
In-a-gadda-da-vida,
honey...
(MEN CHEER)
Don't you know
that I'm loving you?
In-a-gadda-da-vida, baby
Don't you know that
I'll always be true?
Oh, won't you come with me
-And a-take...
-KID: Oi, you little...
DARCY: Ow! Let me go!
Oh, won't you
come with me...
Listen.
Promise you won't run off.
-Promise?
-Mm-hm.
Please take my hand...
Oi, that's it! Over we go.
-(DARCY GRUNTS)
-Shush!
-(DARCY YELLS INDISTINCTLY)
-Stop wriggling!
(MEN CHEER AND HOOT)
-Right.
-Let me go!
What's Mum doing in there?
She's just dancin'.
That's all.
She's good too.
('IN-A-GADDA-DA-VIDA'
CONTINUES)
(MEN WHISTLE AND CHEER)
What are you doing
in here? Get out!
Get out of here.
What was he doing in here?
Nothing.
I just wanted to see
what you were doing.
-(CARNIVAL MUSIC PLAYS)
-(BELL RINGS)
Hey!
Did he see me?
No.
-(EXHALES)
-That's it. Better. Again.
-(GRUNTS)
-Again.
That's it. That's better.
Better! Better.
Hey! Kid, Kid, move from
the hips, not the shoulders.
-Huh!
-Child's play, man. Come on!
-Get that stance, man!
-(YELLS IN FRUSTRATION)
Kid, don't fuck...
Time was you could've
done this blindfolded, Kid!
Fuck off!
(SPITS AND COUGHS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
LIZARD: Come on, come on,
come on, come on!
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
You gonna see Snow's
qualification fight?
Yeah, yeah, see him
in a real fight.
You tell him
what you see here.
(PEOPLE CHATTER CHEERFULLY)
GIRL: Wow! Look at that!
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
What's he doing here?
He's looking after you.
Mmm.
You be a good boy, OK?
DARCY: Mm-hm.
The crowds are getting bigger.
I know.
(DOOR SHUTS)
(CROWD CHEERS IN DISTANCE)
(DREAMY ROCK MUSIC)
(SLINKY CLINKS SOFTLY)
I'm not a kid.
I can look after myself.
I know.
I just come in here
for the quiet.
Want to see my stuff?
Do you like it?
KID: I do.
Where's this?
The egg you busted,
it was one in a million.
I'll never find
another one like it.
You know how to make a bloke
feel good, alright, don't you?
(DREAMY ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES)
Look at this.
(WHISTLING AND APPLAUSE)
MAN: Hey, don't go!
Where you going? Come back!
(CHEERING AND SHOUTING)
-Holding it, holding it.
-Hey, stop winding me up.
(LAUGHS)
-OK.
-Ready?
-Yep.
-Three, two, one. Go.
-DARCY: Ahh!
-(ROBOTS WHIRR)
"Destroy him!"
SUNNY: Rory?
I was thinking we could add
another show after the fights.
I could do a lot more
with better lights.
We could, uh,
jack the price up a bit.
You know my brother's
got this fight coming.
-It's a big one.
-Yeah, I heard.
RORY: Yeah.
So the money...for the lights.
Money?
Don't introduce me anymore.
It sounds cheap.
The show will
work better without it.
You stay out
of my brother's way now.
LOVELY: Full speed, bruz.
(ALL CHUCKLE)
(ARMLESS CHATTERS
INDISTINCTLY)
Boys, let's make our
rising star feel welcome.
(ALL CHEER)
-You were great tonight.
-Thank you.
That new show.
You had them
in the palm of your hand,
every curve, every twist...
-MAN: Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
-..every turn.
MAN 2: Ooh-la-la!
Ooh, girl, you are
mesmerising. (LAUGHS)
Hey, where you learn
to dance like that, woman?
Where else?
Kings Cross, Sydney.
I was living with my dad
before Darcy was born,
just dancing in nightclubs,
hanging out with all the
drag queens and the strippers.
-LOVELY: Yep.
-ARMLESS: Hmm.
-Were you a stripper?
-What are you doing, Billy?
SUNNY: No.
I wasn't a stripper.
But my dad's girlfriend was.
Yeah, Betty.
-Queen of the Cross.
-(MAN EXCLAIMS)
SUNNY: All sequins and glitter
and she danced with a python.
Yeah, 10 feet long.
-Ooft! That's a big snake.
-SUNNY: Yeah.
Did Betty teach you to dance?
No.
I'd sneak in
and watch her, though.
I was in a club
one night, right,
and it was full of soldiers.
You know, from Vietnam. Yanks.
And this fight breaks out,
a big one, huge.
And Betty is just standing
there, naked with her python.
She steps up and smacks
one bloke fair in the face.
-MAN: Whoa!
-Down he goes, out cold.
The place goes quiet.
Dead silence.
She steps up and says,
"Any other cunt want
to fuck with my act?"
(ALL CHUCKLE)
ARMLESS: We could use Betty
in the big tent.
(ALL CHATTER AND LAUGH)
So why did you leave?
You know how it is, Billy.
Things change.
The world keeps turning.
You have to move on.
Anyway, I'm gonna go to bed.
Thanks for the beer, ladies.
-MAN: Sweet dreams.
-MAN 2: 'Night.
ARMLESS: We should find
a woman like Betty, man.
MAN: Yeah, just put your bag
in the back. Yeah, good.
Oi, whose bag is this?
RORY: Alright,
make sure everybody's here,
we all know where we're going.
BILLY: Billy! Good girl.
Come on. On the bus.
SUNNY: Darcy!
Let me ride with you.
ARMLESS: Hey, Rory,
you coming with us?
LOVELY: Yeah, come on,
Rory. Keep up!
Alright.
LIZARD: Yeah,
let's go, you mob!
-Alright, all good, boss!
-RORY: All good!
-Off we go.
-RORY: Nice one.
(ENGINE SPUTTERS AND STARTS)
-ARMLESS: Hey, Rory, keep up!
-You good?
RORY: Ah! Fuckin' hell!
Come on, man!
-(LAUGHTER IN DISTANCE)
-MAN: See ya, Rory!
Catch you later!
(SIGHS AND MUTTERS)
(VEHICLE APPROACHES)
MAN: Hey, Rory,
where you been, mate?
(MEN LAUGH)
-MAN: Go on. Get in.
-(MAN 2 SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
-RORY: Fuckin' drive.
-(MEN LAUGH)
MAN 1: Here we go!
RORY: Fuckin' clowns.
(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC)
(MACHINERY GRINDS)
(BRAKES SQUEAK)
(GRINDING CONTINUES)
(TOOTS HORN)
Ed Byrne.
We spoke on the phone.
(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC
CONTINUES)
-(PEOPLE CHATTER AND SHOUT)
-(TOOLS THUD)
(PEOPLE CHATTER BUSILY)
(RORY GRUNTS)
DARCY: Hey, Mum.
SUNNY: Hey? How you doing?
-Pretty cool, huh?
-DARCY: Mm-hm.
-KID: So just...that much.
-DARCY: That much?
KID: And then like this.
DARCY: Cool.
Roll?
-What do I...
-Just lick it.
Oh, OK.
(SPITS)
You're gonna win
on Wednesday, aren't you?
He's a pro
and I've not fought a pro
in years.
You fight every night.
Yeah, but they're mugs.
I fight mugs, Darcy.
It's not the same.
You scared?
It's OK because Mum says when
you're scared, you're careful.
Your mum's right.
When Dad came home...
..I was scared.
This one's good.
Mum's 32. Is that old?
She says it is.
Not really, but, um...
..well, you know, sometimes
women see things differently.
Well, that's true.
When did you get
so old and wise, sport?
I've seen things
that no child should see.
At least,
that's what Mum says.
What about your mum?
What's she like?
She died.
How old were you
when she died?
Four.
Remember what she looked like?
No.
Probably ugly...
..'cause she's your mum.
Probably very ugly.
BILLY: Turn her over, Snowie.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(ENGINE REVS)
Yeah!
(BIRDS SQUAWK)
(INSECTS CHITTER)
(ROPE WHIPS)
SUNNY: It's funny
seeing a man skipping.
You're not that bad, though.
Yeah? Better than you.
(ROPE WHIPS)
KID: Not bad. (CLAPS)
(SOFT PIANO MUSIC)
Come on. Jump in.
Faster.
Get closer, then.
-KID: Ready?
-Yeah.
-(ROPE CLAPS)
-(BOTH GASP)
SUNNY: No.
I'm sorry.
This isn't a good idea.
-I'm sorry.
-It's alright.
Darcy!
Hey, Darcy!
Come here. Stop.
Hey, hey. Stop.
(QUIETLY) I'm sorry.
-(KNOCKS)
-(BELL RINGS IN DISTANCE)
(DOOR OPENS)
(RORY SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY
OVER P.A.)
(CLOSES DOOR)
Do you like it?
It's shit.
KID: Alright.
I'll have it back, then.
(DOOR CLOSES)
You're not funny.
I know.
You're not clever either.
You're just a dumb boxer.
Yeah.
I guess.
(TEARFULLY) You're not my dad.
(SOBS)
I know.
(MEN SHOUT AND MOAN)
('IF I'M IN LUCK I MIGHT GEPICKED UP' BY BETTY DAVIS)
I said if I'm in luck
I just might get picked up
I said I'm fishin' trick
And you can call it
what you want then
I just might get picked up
I said I'm vampin', trampin'
You can call it what you wanna
I said I'm wigglin' my fanny
Ooh-hoo-hoo
I want you dancing
I'm movin' it, movin' it
I'mma take her home, man
Try not to pass out
Say you will, say you will
Oh, if I'm walking
like I should
Maybe you might pick me up
If I'm looking real good,
maybe you might pick me up
Take me home
Take me
home
Will you take me home?
(MEN HOOT)
(SONG ENDS)
(MEN CHEER AND WHISTLE)
(CAR HORN TOOTS)
Kid!
You watch the show?
No. I don't like
the way they look at you.
Really?
I do.
Where'd you learn to do that?
Jail.
All of 17 years old.
For what?
I stabbed a man
who got too close.
In the heart.
Be careful with Darcy.
Good luck tomorrow.
(MEN LAUGH)
LOVELY: How's that Sunny?
Show's packed every night.
She's got brains on her.
Dances like a wolf.
ARMLESS: Should make her
the boss, eh, Rory?
I said no more smoking, mate.
BILLY: Yeah, and Rory could be
the dancer.
(MEN LAUGH)
LOVELY: I hear she's pretty
good at skipping too, eh?
(OTHERS CHUCKLE)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
ANNOUNCER OVER P.A.:
Ladies and gentlemen!
Welcome to Central Showgrounds
for tonight's qualification
fight over 15 rounds
between Mike Barton
and Kid Snow.
-REFEREE: Box!
-(BELL RINGS)
MAN: Come on,
off the ropes, Kid!
-To the corner.
-(BELL RINGS)
(BLOWS LAND)
..eight, nine, ten.
(BELL RINGS)
ANNOUNCER OVER P.A.:
Ladies and gentlemen...
(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
..Kid Snow!
(BELL RINGS)
RORY: We've only had
six weeks, man.
He'll get up
to fighting speed.
FRANK: He hasn't got it
in him anymore.
He's not a boxer.
He barely made it
through the fight.
And if we have to call it off,
I'll take everything
you've got.
I will burn your fuckin' tents
to the ground
right in front of you.
(BOTTLE CAP CLINKS)
ED: Here.
(TRAIN HORN BLOWS IN DISTANCE)
Hammer will kill you.
You're in no condition
to fight him.
It's not your decision.
So just...take the money.
Go down whatever round pays
the most, like you always do.
KID: Shut the fuck up.
ED: You and your brother
ever fought straight?
Ever?
Who the fuck
do you think you are?
I'm just a man who figured out
how the Quinn brothers
worked their racket.
Wasn't hard.
Tony North and the cost of
three beers.
Yeah, that guy. Remember him?
The one you beat the night Kid
threw the fight with Hammer.
He's got a garage now.
Doing OK.
Told me how he paid for it.
Took a dive for you,
hey, Rory?
That's enough, man.
KID: What the fuck's
he talking about?
(RORY MURMURS)
I guess there's a lot
you don't tell him.
-I said that's enough.
-Fuckin' look at me.
I am lookin' at ya.
What the fuck is
he talking about?
The money you were paid
for the fall to Hammer
went to Tony North
so your brother could win.
KID: Piece of shit.
Jesus, fucking Kid.
ED: Tony North said more.
Said Kid was good enough
to go all the way.
And you weren't,
were you, Rory?
Unless you could buy it.
(GRUNTS)
Good enough for ya?
Fuckin' dog, man.
You'll be better for the run,
Snowie.
(ENGINE STOPS)
-Dad said...
-What, Kid?
What did Dad say?
I gave up my chance
so you could be champion
'cause you'd earned it.
That's what fucking Dad said.
Kid.
I thought you were
a real boxer.
Fucking hell, man. I would
have beaten him anyway.
Would you?
Were you good enough?
'Cause I was.
And I gave everything up for
you because you were family.
Yeah.
Family, right, yeah.
But, um...
But I'm the one who takes
all the shit, aren't I?
'Cause that's what
the eldest does.
I'm the hard cunt.
You get to just
have the easy ride, man.
Everyone, they see you,
they say,
"There goes Kid!
Yeah, Mr Nice Fucking Guy."
And then they look at me.
And they say,
"There goes Rory...
"..the bitter fucking
cripple."
Maybe I could have beaten
Tony North. Maybe. But...
But why take the risk? Why?
I had to become champion
to earn the money
so that you could
have your shot too,
because Kid, this game
is a world of shit
and no-one...no-one gets
to the top clean, not one.
And one time...
..ONE time, you had to get
a little bit dirty
to make my climb easier.
And the one time you dipped
your toe into that shit,
you fucking screamed
like a girl
and Dad fucking died
and my leg got broken
in nine fucking places!
We didn't tell you the truth
back then, man,
because we knew you'd just
fuck it all up for all of us -
which you did anyway!
So just fucking forget
what that Time Life
piece of shit said.
The past is dead.
It's done, it's buried.
And we need this fucking
fight, Kid. We need it.
But you,
you're not fucking fit.
You're screwing it all up.
You have to get your head
in the game.
Yeah, back then, everybody...
They all saw it, man.
They saw it.
You had Hammer beat.
Nobody's gonna
fucking believe it
when they see
you fight him now.
And that's what's eating you.
So you can tell yourself
that this fight,
it doesn't matter,
it's not important.
What else you got?
What, something better?
Fucking her?!
-You finished?
-Fucking Kid.
Arse, tits and face.
That's all she is, man.
That's all any of 'em are.
And why the fuck would she
want you anyway?
What have you got? Nothin'!
Apart from the fucking purse
coming to you from the fight.
And if you weren't here,
Kid...
What?
She'd be all over you,
would she?
(DOOR SLAMS)
You, tonight's your last show.
Then it's over. You're done.
And you keep away
from my brother
before you get him
fucking killed.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(MUTTERS) OK.
(SIGHS)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(GRUNTS)
(MUFFLED WHOOPING
AND CHEERING)
(HAMMER SIGHS)
Hey.
(LAUGHS)
Ah.
I see you've been getting
to know the Quinn boys.
(LAUGHS)
Ah, it's not funny.
I know.
Who did this?
Rory.
-Ah.
-(TUTS)
I guess I dug up
something he didn't like.
Yep.
Don't make Snow out
to be a hero.
It's not who he is.
(LIZARD SIGHS)
(LIZARD KNOCKS)
It's Kid.
SUNNY: Wait for me in the car.
-Where is he?
-Been drinking.
In a bad way.
What have you done?
Oh, you know...
Everyone wants to fuck with
Kid Snow, don't they?
Take him down.
-But you won.
-(SCOFFS)
Come on.
I couldn't lose, could I?
It was a set-up.
Still.
I don't need
anything from you.
You're a mess.
It was my last show tonight.
Rory fired me.
Told me to steer clear of you.
What happened?
You should go.
Is that what you want?
You should look for
something better.
You think I wanted
to end up here,
dancing in a shitty tent?
I had my face messed up
by a man one night.
I was working in a club.
And when my boss saw me,
he sent three guys round
and they nearly
killed the bloke.
Darcy saw ALL of it.
That bloke was his dad.
I wanted Darcy
to know his father.
And there's a big fat
fucking lesson.
You can't make things
different
just 'cause you
want them to be.
(SNIFFLES)
You shouldn't get
in the ring with Hammer.
You don't even know
what's worth fighting for.
('I'LL TAKE YOU HOME AGAIN,
KATHLEEN' BY BRIAN COLL PLAYS)
I want my money.
Your heart...
Alright.
You want your money.
That's fair.
That's it.
No, that's not right.
25% at the door. Two shows
a night. I've kept a record.
Oh, really?
Here, let me see that.
Yeah, very diligent.
SUNNY: Hey! Listen...
I know you've been fucking
turning tricks behind my back.
-I don't do that.
-Sure you do. You all do.
And you've been
after my brother
'cause you know
he's an easy mark
and he's got a payday coming.
You wanna see something?
Come on, I'll show you.
(GRUNTS)
Look at that beauty.
What do you think?
You know he did that to me?
(SONG CONTINUES PLAYING
IN DISTANCE)
Here, you want a bit more of
this money, do you?
Why don't you come over here,
help me forget about it?
And when the fields
are fresh
And green...
Yeah.
SUNNY: Hey!
Hey! Stop!
Hey. Hey!
-What now?
-Stop.
-Stop!
-Shut the fuck up.
(SUNNY MOANS)
DARCY: Stop!
-Darcy!
-Shut up. Shut up!
Darcy!
(YELPS)
No, stop!
(BOTH GRUNT)
RORY: Fuck!
Get the fuck off me!
Go!
SUNNY: Go!
Hurry.
Get in.
Let me see you.
Did we get paid?
Darcy! Darcy.
(DARCY SHOUTS) Get in!
-(SUNNY STARTS CAR)
-Go!
(BIRDS CHIRP)
(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC)
Mum?
Mum? Mum?
(TYRES SKID)
Where did you get that?
He owed us.
(DOOR OPENS)
(UNEASY MUSIC)
(GLASS BOTTLES CLINK)
Fuck. Jesus.
(KICKS CABINET)
(UNEASY MUSIC)
(SEABIRDS SQUAWK)
(WAVES LAP GENTLY)
Do you think
he'll come after us?
-Well?
-No sign of him, boss.
Our boy's gone walkabout.
You can shut your
fucking mouth.
Oh.
(CAR DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
Come back for some more,
have you?
I haven't used one of these
since the war.
But I'll stick you
and enjoy doing it.
Now, where's your brother?
Gone.
Took off.
When's he back?
He still gonna fight Hammer?
Tell him I was
looking for him.
I'm not your fucking
messenger boy, man.
Well, you're not good
for much else, are you?
(BILLY SNICKERS)
(SEABIRDS SQUAWK)
WOMAN: Hello, young man.
-It's a nice view, hey?
-Mmm.
I don't owe you a thing.
I'm not your mother.
That kid there's not my blood.
I know that.
So why did you come here?
SUNNY: Look, we have
nowhere else to go.
Just let us stay here.
Please.
You can stay here for a bit.
Just keep out of my way.
You had a snake, didn't you,
when you were a stripper.
BETTY: It was a python.
DARCY: Oh, yeah.
I heard all the stories.
It can't be easy
holding onto a big snake
when you've got no clothes on.
(BETTY CHUCKLES)
No, I guess not.
DARCY: Hey, what colour
was the python?
BETTY: Well, I had
three pythons.
GIRL: It's hard
to throw these.
(DARCY GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
-Hey.
-(GRUNTS)
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Who did that?
Rory was hurting Mum.
Is she alright?
What did she do with it?
Everyone's allowed one
big mistake in life, Darcy.
What was your mistake?
SUNNY: Darcy! Come here!
Now! Now!
Get inside.
Go on.
Go home, Flossie.
KID: Where's the money?
Doing Rory's dirty work again?
Once a thief, always a thief.
-That money belongs to me.
-Your money?
Where is it?
Where's my fucking money?
DARCY: Here.
I took it.
Mum didn't know it was yours.
-(MEN CHEER)
-(DRUMBEAT POUNDS)
RORY: Alright, hold 'em,
hold 'em, hold 'em.
Tonight, we've got
a new fighter here tonight.
Have I got a special treat
for ya.
Rally on the drums!
Ring the bell for Kid Slick.
(PEOPLE CHEER)
Tell you a little bit
about this fella.
He'll beat ya before
the fight's even started.
Where's Kid Snow?
Kid who, man?
You want a real fight?
That's the bikie
Snowie busted up.
This fella's got more guts
than Snow ever had.
Alright, ladies and gentlemen.
Rally on the drums,
ring the bell!
Get your tickets and change.
-(CROWD CHEERS)
-(DRUMBEAT POUNDS)
It's all there.
Count it.
Part of me knew
you'd come looking for me,
then another part of me said,
"Don't do that.
You've got a boy.
"You can't keep thinking
of yourself all the time."
But I knew.
I knew you'd come looking.
But that's not why
you're here.
You should just go.
You've got your money now,
so just leave us alone.
(INSECTS CHIRP)
SUNNY: This is all we get.
Leave in the morning
before he wakes up.
He'll cry
if he sees you leave.
-(ONLOOKERS CHEER)
-Yeah!
(DANNY LAUGHS) Yes!
ARMLESS: OK, get him
out of here. Get him off.
Stay with him.
Make sure you stay with him.
LIZARD: Move out of the way.
-(ONLOOKERS CHEER)
-(LAUGHS)
Fuck off, mate.
Got another round in you?
Happy with these?
(ONLOOKERS CALL OUT)
-(GRUNTS)
-(ONLOOKERS GROAN)
Come on.
(GRUNTS)
(ONLOOKERS CALL OUT)
(BOTH GRUNT)
ONLOOKER: Yes!
A little faster than before,
huh?
LOVELY: Is that what you want?
Is that what you want?
Get off me!
(ONLOOKERS SHOUT)
(SUNNY SIGHS)
(BOTH BREATHE HEAVILY)
(GROANS SOFTLY)
(SOFTLY) Yeah. Yeah.
(PANTS)
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
(PENSIVE MUSIC)
(PENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(VEHICLE APPROACHES)
Bloody hell.
Sight for sore eyes.
Fucking hell.
Where's Billy?
(LITTLE BILLY WHINES NEARBY)
(LITTLE BILLY WHINES)
(EXHALES)
Copped one in the eye.
LOVELY: That bikie
came looking for you.
Rory put him in with Billy.
-He needs a doctor.
-Rory said that...
Fuck him! He needs a doctor.
Take my car.
-Where is he?
-In the tent.
-Where the fuck is he?
-Kid...
Kid!
If you think
I'm gonna kill him, step in,
not before.
(GRUNTS, GROANS)
Argh! Fuck! Kid! Fuck!
Thought I'd gone for good,
did you?
So you took it out
on Billy, hey?
(RORY GROANS)
Come here.
Come here, you fuck.
You beat up a woman
and her kid.
That's low, even for you.
Yeah? What are you gonna
fuckin' do, Kid?
You gonna fuckin' kill me?
-Do it right this time.
-I'll fuckin'...
Fuckin' kill me, man!
Go on, then!
Kid...
You can't leave, man.
-We're quits.
-(GRUNTS)
Yeah? Well, you fuckin'
came back, didn't you?
RORY: Help me up, man.
Crawl.
(WHEEZES)
(CRIES)
(UNEASY MUSIC)
(GROANS, LAUGHS)
Shit's serious now.
You gotta eat proper.
-(SNOW EXHALES SHARPLY)
-(BLOWS LAND)
LIZARD: Come on. Harder.
-(GRUNTS)
-Let's go.
Let's go. That's it.
That's it. Now push me off.
Push me off, bro. Push me off.
There we go!
Push, push! Push!
Hit it harder.
That's it. Push that bag.
Seven. Almost there. Let's go.
Eight. Nine.
10. That's good,
that's good, that's good.
Look who's back.
Oh, it's Billy.
Hey!
BILLY: Hey!
Come to Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!
(LAUGHS)
Hey!
How many fingers?
-(ALL LAUGH)
-BILLY: Three.
Yeah. A lot of... Lot of...
Lot of pretty nurses.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
(GRUNTS)
(SLOW FOOTSTEPS)
You didn't know it was fixed
till he told you.
He laughed at you, didn't he?
Is your, uh...
Your eye better now, huh?
(HAMMER LAUGHS)
Ah. (EXHALES)
(LIZARD COACHES INDISTINCTLY)
Faster.
-(EXHALES SHARPLY)
-Keep moving. Keep moving.
LIZARD: Keep that distance.
-(EXHALES SHARPLY)
-Back to your chin.
-Back to your chin.
-(EXHALES SHARPLY)
-Better be damper, Snowie.
-Top it up.
Here you go. Here you go.
-(LIQUID SLOSHES)
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
(FLY BUZZES)
BILLY: No bastard makes damper
like you, Snowie.
No bastard.
(WIND WHISTLES)
(KID RUBS HANDS)
Ooh!
(WHISTLES)
-Look at that. (LAUGHS)
-Whoo!
-Yeah.
-Yes!
Hammer sees you wearing that,
he won't know whether
to fight you or fuck you.
(ALL LAUGH)
Nah, looking real sharp.
Anyway, suits you.
(CLEARS THROAT)
How are you feeling? Strong?
Yeah.
It feels good, doesn't it?
Alright. (CLEARS THROAT)
Go on, give us a twirl,
then, Kid.
Go on.
-Ooh!
-Ooh-la-la!
LIZARD: Chuck him in
the 'Tessa tent!
-Hey, true!
-(ALL LAUGH)
LIZARD: Oh, look.
He got something else.
Hey, got the trunks too.
-Got the magic trunks.
-Look at these trunks!
MEN: Brr! Brr! Brr!
Brr! Brr! Brr!
-Oi!
-(ALL LAUGH)
LIZARD: Up and over
that shit. (LAUGHS)
(WOLF-WHISTLE)
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
(KEYS JANGLE)
-Rory, the keys.
-(GRUNTS)
10 minutes.
RORY: Kid, listen to me now.
You sound like Dad.
I got some money on you
with Slim.
Fuckin' everything, man -
the purse and more besides.
Now, you get to the end
of that third round.
Just that.
Just three rounds, Kid,
or everything's fuckin' gone.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(HEARTBEAT THUDS)
(SHAKY BREATHING)
COMMENTATOR ON TV:
One of these boys
is Australian
and Commonwealth
Middleweight Champion
and the other is a showground
fighter making his comeback.
(COMMENTARY CONTINUES
INDISTINCTLY)
I told her to come.
ANNOUNCER ON TV: Commonwealth
Middleweight Champion,
Hammer Morina.
-(HEARTBEAT QUICKENS)
-(FLASH BULBS POP)
(SNIFFS)
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(HEARTBEAT QUICKENS)
Three rounds, Kid. For Da.
-(BELL RINGS)
-REFEREE: Box.
(CROWD CHEERS)
(INDISTINCT COMMENTARY ON TV)
COMMENTATOR:
Morina opens up with a jab.
-(GRUNTS)
-Yes. Yeah!
Come on.
(BOTH GRUNT)
(CROWD CHEERS)
COMMENTATOR:
Vicious overhand left hook.
See the weight behind that.
RORY: That's it.
Hold him. Hold him.
Break it up. Break, break.
Grab him! Grab him!
That's it. That's it.
(CROWD CHEERS)
That's it. Smack him.
That's it, Kid.
(CROWD CHEERS)
Oh!
(BOTH GRUNT)
COMMENTATOR: He's in
all sorts of trouble.
(BELL RINGS)
-(CROWD CHEERS)
-(TEAM SHOUTS)
-(BELL RINGS)
-LIZARD: Hey, fuck off!
(LAUGHS)
Do we need a ref call out here
with the bell?
REFEREE: I'll sort it.
Stay in your corner.
Breathe.
Oi. Round two, Snowie.
Hey. Attention.
If you can't clinch him,
get the fuck away from him.
You hear me?
-Go, Snowie.
-(BELL RINGS)
Box.
-Yes!
-(GRUNTS)
LIZARD: Good boy!
That's it. Good boy.
Let's go! Let's go!
-Yes!
-(BOTH GRUNT)
(CROWD CHEERS)
Come on. Get up, Kid.
COMMENTATOR:
He's down again, Kid Snow.
COMMENTATOR 2: There's no way
this fight's
going the distance.
Go on. Get up. Get up.
-One, two, three...
-Get up. Get up. Get up.
Get up. Get up. Get up.
Come on.
LIZARD: Come on, Kid. That's
it. That's it. That's it.
Show 'em who
the carnie folk is.
-Four.
-Show him!
Show him!
-(CROWD CHEERS)
-Five, six...
(BELL RINGS)
-Alright, Kid, now...
-Breathe, man, breathe.
Fuckin' shut up.
Don't drop now.
Do not fuckin' drop now.
One more round.
One more fuckin' round,
brother.
(MEN GRUNT REPEATEDLY)
(CROWD CHEERS)
COMMENTATOR:
He can be knocked down.
-Turn it off, Darcy.
-No.
BETTY: No.
We'll see it through.
COMMENTATOR:
He's just hanging on.
REFEREE: Five.
(GRUNTS)
REFEREE: Six.
Seven.
-Are you good, Kid?
-Yeah, Ref.
You've got this. Gloves up!
-Box.
-(BELL RINGS)
(GRUNTS)
Back to your corner.
-(PANTS)
-(RORY SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
-Kid, you fuckin' did it, man.
-Spit it out.
You fuckin' did it.
Here, now,
you listen to me, Kid.
First big hit this round,
you just stay down.
Just stay the fuck down, man.
Round four.
(PANTS) Fourth round.
Just stay the fuck down, man.
You've done it.
You've fuckin' done it.
Your round. Finish him.
Let's go, boys. Come on.
Come on.
TRAINER: Finish this. Come on.
-(BELL RINGS)
-Box.
RORY: Come on, Kid!
(CROWD CHEERS)
COMMENTATOR: ..vicious
right hand, left hook.
Both fighters exchanging
bombs and there's that...
Finish him!
Fuckin' bury him, Kid!
(CROWD CHEERS)
-Fuckin' yeah, Kid.
-Yes, Kid!
REFEREE: Neutral corner. Go.
-(FLASH BULBS POP)
-RORY: Yes! Yes, Kid!
(GRUNTS, PANTS)
(HEARTBEAT THUDS)
REFEREE: One, two,
three, four...
(BELL RINGS)
..five, six, seven...
-(BELL RINGS)
-REFEREE: Are you good?
-Snowie!
-Go.
COMMENTATOR: Round five.
What are we gonna see next?
Get your mum.
COMMENTATOR:
How is he holding on?
Mum! Come on!
RORY: You got it, man.
Kid, like that.
You got it. Breathe.
Spit that out.
Kid, fuckin' one more round.
One more round of that
and you've fuckin' got him.
One more fuckin' round,
you got him.
LIZARD: You can beat Hammer.
You can fuckin' beat Hammer.
Let's go! Let's go!
RORY: What? What is it?
Dad was right. We're done.
(CROWD BOOS)
What the fuck have you done?
COMMENTATOR:
He's thrown in the towel.
Kid Snow was on course
for the upset of the century.
What did he do? Did he lose?
COMMENTATOR: The crowd
here has gone crazy.
(CROWD JEERS)
What the fuck have you done?
-REFEREE: You done?
-RORY: Kid!
There's always more than
one way to win a fight.
-(BELL RINGS)
-It's over. It's over, Jack.
ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,
the winner
by technical knockout
and still the undefeated
Australian and Commonwealth
Middleweight Champion,
Hammer Morina!
(CROWD CHEERS)
(SOLEMN MUSIC)
(FLASH BULBS POP)
(SOLEMN MUSIC CONTINUES)
MAN: You had him. Good fight.
LIZARD: Good fight, brother.
Good fight.
(INDISTINCT COMMENTARY ON TV)
You can smile, you Irish fuck.
(CHUCKLES MIRTHLESSLY)
You know how many bets I had
on you making it through
four rounds?
One.
You. (LAUGHS)
Made me a lot of money.
Lot of money.
Just keep counting, Slim.
Whoo!
Hey, look!
-Hey!
-Hey!
ARMLESS: Oi,
Rory's looking for you.
Yeah, he's not happy with you.
He's never happy.
I'm, uh,
heading the other way.
This is it, then, hey, Kid?
No more boxing?
Not gonna be the same
without you.
Yeah.
Take care of yourselves, boys.
Stay out of trouble.
That's never gonna happen.
(LAUGHS)
One more thing.
It's a present from Slim.
Ooh!
Share it out.
(HAUNTING VOCAL MUSIC)
Thanks for everything.
Come here.
(HAUNTING VOCAL MUSIC
CONTINUES)
Hey.
You did good.
Go easy.
BILLY: We'll miss you, Snowie.
You old bastard, you.
(ALL LAUGH)
(MEN SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)
You just gonna crawl out of
here without saying goodbye?
I'm going now, Rory.
Ah.
Where the fuck am I gonna find
another fighter like you, hey?
Or a brother?
(SNIFFS)
Ah, fuck.
Ah, fuck.
(SOFTLY) You'll be back, man.
You'll be back, man.
You'll be fuckin' back, man.
Yeah, you'll be fuckin' back.
Yeah, you'll come back to me,
man.
You'll come back to me, man.
(SEABIRDS CALL)
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(CHILDREN LAUGH AND CHATTER)
That one.
(TENDER, UPLIFTING MUSIC)
-WOMAN: Thank you.
-SUNNY: Here you go.
SUNNY: Enjoy.
DARCY: Let's go inside.
GIRL: Come on, Darcy.
Let's go.
-DARCY: Come on.
-(CHILDREN LAUGH)
OK.
(TENDER, UPLIFTING MUSIC
CONTINUES)
Here.
Thanks, Darcy.
Where are you going?
Does that hurt?
Not so much.
(HAUNTING MUSIC)
(RORY SPEAKS FAINTLY) Tonight,
ladies and gentlemen...
(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
Now, it might look like it...
(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
In three minutes,
you can earn the respect
of every man here.
So, step up, Kid.
(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
(LOW AMBIENT MUSIC)
(SOMBRE RHYTHMIC PULSING)
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
(BELL RINGS)
(BOXERS GRUNT)
(BELL RINGS)
(GASPS AND SNIFFS)
(SPITS)
Listen to me.
Don't brawl. Box.
He's a carnie puncher, got it?
-What round, Da?
-Four.
I have him.
Concentrate.
He's dangerous, alright?
You do your job.
(BELL RINGS)
You'll do
as you're fucking told.
Box!
This corner!
One. Two.
Three.
-REFEREE: Box!
-(MAN CALLS OUT)
(BOXERS GRUNT)
Do your job!
(DISCORDANT MUSIC)
(GRIM MUSIC)
REFEREE: One. Two. Three.
Four. Five. Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
(BELL RINGS)
-(FLASH BULB POPS)
-(BOXER EXHALES RAPIDLY)
TRAINER: Jab.
Jab.
Good, lad.
Jab.
Jab.
Five minutes.
Here.
Yeah, fuckin'...
Sorry, Kid.
Just make sure you win.
Yeah.
Easy.
Fuckin' easy.
(DISTANT CHEERING
AND WHISTLING)
(ANNOUNCER SPEAKS
INDISTINCTLY)
ANNOUNCER: All the way
from Melbourne...
..Rory Quinn!
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
Fuck you.
(THUNDER CRACKS)
I could have beaten him.
There's always more than
one way to win a fight.
I could have beaten him.
-Kid!
-What the fuck, man!
-(TYRES SKID)
-(METAL CRUNCHES)
(THUNDER CRACKS)
(UNEASY MUSIC)
(BIRDSONG)
(BELL RINGS)
(POP!)
(THUD!)
RORY OVER P.A.:
Come in closer.
I'll show you something
that you've never seen before.
All the way from the darkest
corners of New Zealand,
they call him
the Maori Warrior.
Come on out, Maori Warrior.
The myth is that he bit off
his own tongue...
(RORY CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
HAMMER: I'm starving.
RORY OVER P.A.: The thing is
I've got some of the finest
athletes in the country here,
all wantin' to earn their keep
and knock you
back into your school shorts!
Relax. You'll get your story.
-RORY: Tonight...
-Yep.
..in three minutes,
you can earn the respect
of every man here.
Strike 'em up, boys,
strike 'em up!
The first man on the drums,
he's so good he'll fight
any of you one-handed.
He fights with one arm
tied behind his back.
the next fella up, sure,
he might look like a girl,
but, by Jesus,
he fights like a man.
Rally on the drums for Lovely.
-(BELL RINGS)
-(CROWD YELLS)
Now, hold 'em, hold 'em,
hold 'em, hold 'em, hold 'em.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the star of the show,
10 years unbeaten,
he's the fair prince
of pugilism,
the king of the canvas,
Kid Snow!
-(DRUMBEAT POUNDS)
-(BELL RINGS)
-ONLOOKERS: Oh!
-(EXHALES RAPIDLY)
MAN: Irish bastard!
-Alright.
-(DRUMBEAT POUNDS)
Who's game?
Who's got the guts?
20 bucks a minute
for any winner out there.
That tent show sounds wild.
Rory Quinn's boys.
Rory Quinn?
Rory Quinn has a brother.
You know Kid Snow?
Yeah.
Did you know Kid Snow
was my third pro fight?
You won.
Knocked him out
in the fourth, right?
Why did we stop here, Hammer?
I heard the steaks were good.
Leave it alone, champ.
-You know who I am?
-No.
Should I?
RORY OVER P.A.: Alright,
ladies and gentlemen,
get your money ready.
The show's about to start.
Come on in now.
I want to show you something.
The steak was shit.
(ONLOOKERS CHEER AND CHATTER)
Now, ladies and gentlemen,
you think that was fun,
just see what we've got
in store for you next.
You know the man in blue.
Alright, ref,
check them laces.
Touch gloves, gentlemen.
Let's have a nice clean fight.
-Fuck this!
-ONLOOKER: Let's go, Rory!
Let's get it on.
RORY OVER P.A.: What,
you want to go first, do you?
You're that eager
we'll let you jump the queue.
You boys sit down,
watch how it's done.
Come on, you... Come on!
RORY OVER P.A.: Easy, easy.
Easy, tiger.
-(BLOWS LAND)
-Oh, he's already in there.
Touch gloves first.
RORY OVER P.A.: You deserved
it, man, you deserved it.
-(BLOWS LAND)
-(MEN YELL)
Now, ladies and gentlemen,
have we got a special guest
here tonight.
Just walked in.
The middleweight champion
of Australia,
Mr Hammer Morina.
(YELLS)
Here, ref, take him
to the corner.
-Back him off.
-Who's next, eh?
HAMMER: Look at you, Snow!
A clown!
Good enough for you, Hammer.
Hey!
Keep your fucking hands
off me.
(APPLAUSE)
Better-looking and funnier.
(ONLOOKERS LAUGH)
(GRUNTS WILDLY)
ONLOOKER: Ooh, get him!
Get him, get him!
(BLOWS LAND)
(ONLOOKERS CHEER)
Snow the carnie puncher.
ONLOOKER: Come and throw
a punch, you wanker!
Get your boyfriend
to let you go
and I'll give you
the beating you got last time.
-I'm right here.
-(ONLOOKERS LAUGH)
(KISSES)
-Easy, champ.
-Easy, champ.
You step in that ring, you're
gonna be fighting all of us.
-ONLOOKERS: Come on!
-MAN: Come on!
Have a swing, champion!
Oh, here we go!
-Here we go.
-You are shit, Snow.
(ONLOOKERS LAUGH AND JEER)
Shit boxer. A shit man.
WOMAN: Watch out,
he's gonna get ya!
-MAN: You've gotta hit him!
-WOMAN: Come on!
Go on, off you fuck
with your boyfriend.
-(ONLOOKERS LAUGH)
-Enjoying the show?
RORY: That's right,
ladies and gentlemen,
you never know
what's gonna happen.
Give it up for Kid Snow!
(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
-I'm fighting him, Frank!
-He's nothing.
I'm not having those people
say I ran away from him.
Who's saying that? No-one.
I'm fighting him.
And if I don't,
you can fuck America off.
OK? Sort it out.
Well, if you don't tell me,
Frank...
FRANK: Hammer!
Hey!
Wait!
Hammer!
Let's talk this over!
(RORY SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY
OVER P.A.)
Who are you?
Just a boxing fan.
There's boxing in America
last I heard.
Not like this.
That's quite a show.
You got that guy riled up,
alright.
Oh, yeah?
The guy you walked in with,
you mean?
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
Nice talking to you, son.
(MUTTERS)
Fuck.
Rory.
No, you Irish prick.
Let's see what you got
for me, eh?
(PATRONS CHATTER)
Hey, Diesel,
make it four beers.
Excuse me, ladies.
Here you go, lads.
No hard feelings.
You broke my fucking nose.
Well, you did mine.
-(SCOFFS)
-We're even.
Yeah.
You're lucky Snowie
didn't kill ya.
I'll have the beer.
And then you can fuck off.
And take your spastic mate
with ya.
Fuck you.
You can drink up, lads,
and piss off!
See ya later.
Got nothing like this
back home, Frank.
Yeah.
It's like going back in time.
Give your boy the fight,
Frank.
Time Life's expecting
a feature story
about an outback champion.
You promised me that, Frank.
When I get here, you tell me
that Hammer's next fight
is cancelled, so...
..the champ
versus the tent boxer,
in the outback,
old score settled.
That's a hell of a story,
Frank.
They're carnies.
Unpredictable.
Irish.
MAN: Not even close, Rory.
Not even close.
(MEN GRUNT)
-Ugh!
-Oh, fuck!
Oh, Jesus! Fuck!
Been pissing that money from
this shit show on the horses
instead of paying your debts,
haven't you?
How are you, Slim?
Frank, I'd love to chat, mate,
but as you can see,
I'm in the middle
of a client meeting.
What's he into you for?
Sell that to me...
..at 400.
(LAUGHS)
Frankie.
(LAUGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
Cash.
-He'll never be good for it.
-RORY: What the fuck?
(GROANS)
Alright.
Now, if you'll excuse us...
What's your game, Frankie?
Slim, you'll be the first
to know.
Huh. Yeah, I will.
Fuck, man.
(HAMMER BREATHES HEAVILY)
The fuck do you want?
I want my money back.
So listen up.
-(MEN YELL)
-Now, bring down these poles.
-(METAL CLANGS)
-(MEN CALL OUT)
(UNEASY MUSIC)
Bring it down.
-You heard the man.
-One, two, three.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
(MEN CALL OUT)
RORY: Careful. In together.
You rip my tent,
I'll rip you a new arsehole.
(SPARSE MUSIC)
(HAMMER GRUNTS REPEATEDLY)
Ed, come on, spot me.
(GRUNTS REPEATEDLY)
(CHUCKLES)
I hear you like the old tents.
You're the one
who took me there, champ.
How many pro fights
did Snow have after me?
Huh?
None.
I'm the champion.
I'm the one they pay to see.
(TRAINER SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY
NEARBY)
Why, champ?
Why does it matter?
(SNIFFS)
He's a tent fighter
who's forgotten what it's like
to take a punch.
I'm gonna remind him.
It matters.
(BOXER GRUNTS)
You're here to tell my story.
I tell it like I see it,
champ.
RORY: Come on!
Get behind your man.
(DRUMBEAT POUNDS)
RORY OVER P.A.: Alright,
hold 'em, hold 'em, hold 'em.
The second man up, he don't
even know what mercy means.
All the way
from Yorta Yorta country,
the Black Lizard!
Alright, who's game?
Who's hard enough?
20 bucks a minute
for anyone who can win.
Now, hold 'em down, hold 'em
down, hold 'em down.
10 years unbeaten,
he's the fair prince
of pugilism,
the king of the canvas,
Kid Snow!
(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
Where the fuck is he now?
Rally on the drums!
Strike 'em up! Strike 'em up!
-(DRUMBEAT POUNDS)
-(ONLOOKERS EXCLAIM)
-Nice of you to drop by.
-Pleasure.
Alright, ladies and gentlemen,
put your hands
in your pockets,
get your money out 'cause
the show's about to start.
-Enjoy the show.
-(CROWD CHATTERS)
Good-looker.
Hippie coat. Nice arse.
Got to be easier ways to
earn money looking like that.
-Billy.
-Mm-hm?
Pretty lady gets in free.
No, thanks.
(CROWD YELLS)
RORY OVER P.A.:
And in the blue corner,
hoping to earn his other arm
back, it's Armless!
-(BOXERS GRUNT)
-(ONLOOKERS EXCLAIM)
RORY: Oh, he's taking it
to you.
Chasing him.
Get him back in the ring here.
MAN: Don't fuckin' get
in there, you fuckin' mongrel!
WOMAN: Here we go. Here we go!
-Yeah! Oh!
-(BLOWS LAND)
-MAN: Yeah!
-MAN 2: Hit him! Hit him!
(ONLOOKERS CALL OUT)
RORY: Where is he?
(BLOWS LAND)
RORY: Easy, easy. That's it.
Don't let him push you around.
-Go on!
-Come on, get into him!
RORY: Let's see this
local hero, what he's made of.
-ONLOOKERS: Oh!
-Taking it all the way to him.
Oh, and that is what we call
an uppercut in the business.
There he is, ref. You alright?
(ONLOOKERS CHEER)
WOMAN: Yeah, get him again.
Yeah, take that!
-MAN: Come on, come on!
-WOMAN: Yes!
RORY: That's it.
Take it to him, man.
Don't wait for him
to come to you.
MAN: Body, body, body, body!
MAN 2: Rookie!
Let's see some punches, boys.
That's it! Swing it!
-(BLOWS LAND)
-(ONLOOKERS YELL)
MAN: He's puffed, look at him!
Oh, it's a big one,
and he's suffering for it.
And he's throwing the towel
in. (CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
(BELL RINGS)
RORY: Give it up for Armless!
(CROWD CHEERS)
(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYS
IN DISTANCE)
Fuck.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)
(INDISTINCTELEVISION COMMENTARY)
Hey. Just a middy, please.
(TRUCK HORN BLOWS IN DISTANCE)
(ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES)
Diesel, give me a round
for the boys, would ya?
Oh, and have you got
any of them hot pies?
Christ, Rory,
you bet on a winner?
DIESEL: Rory. Rory.
You know the rules.
Ask your boys
to take themselves outside.
Alright, boys,
outside with you.
Are you fuckin' serious?
Then I'm outside
with the boys.
Later, man.
Come on, now.
RORY: Can I buy you
a real drink?
Fighters?
Not my type.
Do I look like a fighter,
darlin'?
Like I said, not my type.
You know...
..I saw you.
Over in the tent.
I couldn't miss
a looker like you.
I saw.
Saw what?
Oh, cut the bullshit, darlin'.
And you should have quit
while you were ahead.
Let's go. Come on.
RORY: Get in the ring there.
Take off your jacket.
Huh!
-And the dress.
-What the fuck?
Listen, I tell the cops about
you, you're gonna go to jail.
What happens to your kid then?
That little fella you got
hiding out in your car.
Take it off, sweetheart.
Take off the fuckin' dress.
Now...
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
Don't touch me.
You can either
give it to me...
..or I'm just gonna fuckin'
take it anyway.
You don't rob
my fuckin' crowd.
No, no, no.
You stay right there.
Don't move.
('I'LL TAKE YOU HOME AGAIN,
KATHLEEN' BY BRIAN COLL PLAYS)
SONG:
I'll take you home again
Kathleen
Across the ocean wild...
Alright...
(MEN SING) Bend to the oars,
you lousy whores
None is bigger
than mine...
(MEN LAUGH)
Kid...
Someone's in your car.
The roses all
have left your cheek...
Give me a dance, would you?
-I watch them...
-Now.
Fade away and die
Your voice is sad
Whene'er you speak
And tears...
What do you want?
Bedim your loving eyes...
Mm.
Oh, oh, oh, I...
-My da had a show.
-That's nice.
(CHUCKLES)
I'm offering you a job,
darlin'.
I'm not stripping.
What else are you gonna do?
Got your kid in your car.
You're broke.
And is it the law
you're running from?
No.
But you are running
from something, eh?
I would say you left
in a little bit of a hurry.
Ever danced before?
I'm not stripping.
You're a thief
and I caught you.
Anyway, it's not stripping,
it's dancing.
You keep your undies on.
The lights are low.
It's a leg show.
(SONG ENDS)
How much?
15% of the door.
Hm.
-Pfft!
-And I want half now.
-Do I like stupid?
I give you half, I'm not
gonna see you for dust.
25%, and we settle up
at the end of the run.
But it's my show.
I choose the music,
how I dance, everything.
As long as the fellas
leave happy, it's all yours.
(EXHALES)
I'd need somewhere decent
to sleep for me and my boy.
Yeah.
You can take the caravan
we've got outside there.
Your boy, has he eaten?
No.
Come here.
(CLEARS THROAT)
You can get yourself a feed
at the roadhouse.
But...
..I'm gonna need the keys
to your car.
It's just insurance, darlin'.
And I'll lock it.
MAN: Over there.
-MAN 2: Yeah, Lizard, man.
-(TAPS)
MAN 3: What's Snowie doing?
KID: Hey... Hey!
MAN: Oh, get him, Kid!
Get him!
-Stop!
-MAN 2: Run, little man!
-KID: Stop!
-There's that little bugger.
-(GRUNTS)
-SUNNY: Hey!
Get off him!
(KID GRUNTS)
What do you think
you're doing? Huh?
(MEN CHUCKLE)
I think she likes you, mate!
(MEN LAUGH)
I'm...I'm sorry. I...
I thought he was stealing.
MAN: Hey, Rory,
who's your new friend?
(MEN LAUGH)
SUNNY: Come on. It's OK.
(OBJECTS CLATTER)
He's no thief.
RORY: Kid.
(MEN LAUGH AND CHATTER)
RORY: You know, Hammer's got
this fight in America.
He's got this fuckin'
title defence fight
to do here first.
Get this.
The fella they had lined up,
three days ago
busted his hand.
They need a replacement.
Well, at least that's what
Frank Belushi tells me.
Here's to ya.
(SCOFFS) I wouldn't
last two minutes.
I don't know, Kid.
But 10 years ago, man...
Fucking 10 years ago?
Things were different,
remember?
You already said yes.
(EXHALES)
Well, I...
This better be fucking good.
I can't afford to pay the boys
at the end of the run.
The fucking crowds
are down, man.
We need a new fucking tent.
And our cut of this
would be 12 grand.
When?
Fuck, man. 13 weeks from now.
And there's a qualification
fight to do.
You're playing me
like a fiddle.
Kid, listen.
They only want this fight
'cause some fella
from Time Life thinks
it's gonna make a good story.
You've got a fuckin'
puncher's chance, Kid.
Sure, it's a 1-in-50,
but it's your chance.
So get yourself fit.
Anything can happen.
And there's always more
than one way to win a fight.
That's Dad talking.
And what?
Was he wrong?
I mean, he got me close,
didn't he?
So close I could...
I could fuckin' smell it.
Anyway, fuckin'...
..worst thing
that's gonna happen,
we walk away with 12 grand.
Or he messes me up so bad
I never fight again.
Yeah, imagine
how that would feel.
I'm... Fuck it.
I shouldn't have said.
Huh!
(SNIFFS)
I want half in my pocket.
Oh, Kid, come on, man.
The purse is for the show.
We share it out, like always.
Fuckin' half or you can
fight him yourself.
Kid, man, fuckin'...
Alright, fuck it! Half.
Hmm.
MAN: Yeah, thanks. (SIGHS)
MAN 2: What a day.
MAN 1: That little bloody runt
just running around...
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
BILLY: Coffee?
MAN: Oh, I don't know, boys.
I'm Billy.
I'm Sunny.
MAN: Looks like
someone's moved in, hey?
(WHISTLES) Come on!
-This is Little Billy.
-SUNNY: Makes sense.
(MEN CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)
Thanks for the coffee.
MAN: I've never seen inside
the caravan.
I'm not complaining.
I'm just saying.
(MEN CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)
(INSECTS DRONE)
(BIRDS CHIRP, FLY BUZZES)
(KID GRUNTS AND MURMURS)
LIZARD: Wake up.
Yeah, what happened with you?
I'm gonna fight Hammer.
(SCOFFS) No way!
In your dreams!
What, you serious?
You need a trainer?
Yeah, why not?
Well, trainin'
starts now, then.
No more smokin', yeah?
RORY: Right here, boys.
MAN: Move it down.
Needs a bit of sprucing up.
(FLIES BUZZ)
"Contessa the Undresser"?
-(SNORTS)
-Wanna model for me?
Paint on this side.
What am I painting?
This.
No bastard makes damper
like you, Snowie.
Mm. Uh-huh!
-Too bloody right, no bastard.
-MAN: No bastard.
That's right. My bastard is
a good old bastard. (CHUCKLES)
I'm touched, fellas.
(MEN LAUGH)
KID: Hey, kid!
You hungry?
(MEN LAUGH)
He showed you, bruv.
Boys.
Alright, listen up.
Got some great news.
Kid's got a fight,
but I mean a fuckin' real one
against Hammer Morina.
You and Hammer?
Proper match-up.
RORY: Mandatory title defence.
Isn't that right, Kid?
Sounds more like
manslaughter to me, Kid.
He'll fuckin' kill ya.
Oh, I see what's
happening here.
We're talkin' a fix-up, yeah?
No.
On the level.
BILLY:
You'll kill him, Snowie.
-(COALS HISS)
-Too easy.
Fuckin' nice one, Lovely.
MAN: Keep it tight.
Keep it tight, Armless.
Got your end?
SUNNY: Rory,
what about my costume?
You're looking at it, darlin'.
Someone else's old knickers?
(CHUCKLES)
I need to go into town.
I need money for my costume,
decorate my tent.
Hmm.
MAN: Pull it out
at the other side.
Alright.
(MEN CHATTER INDISTINCTLY
IN DISTANCE)
The kid stays here. One of
the boys will go with you.
Tie a knot around that pole
there. Keep it tight.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(FLASH BULB POPS)
We met the other night.
Ed Byrne, Time Life.
I know who you are.
Well, you mind if I ask
a few questions?
-(KID EXHALES SHARPLY)
-Take a few photographs?
So, uh...
..why does a national champion
want to fight a tent boxer
he hasn't seen for 10 years?
You're asking the wrong man.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
ED: Your father
was a fighter too
back in Ireland.
Tough as they come, they say.
So what happened that night?
(FLASH BULB POPS)
I saw the police pictures
of the crash.
People say you were drunk.
I wasn't drunk.
They say that you and Hammer
went at it outside
after the fight.
Why?
Ask him.
Well, you think
you can beat Hammer?
Now, you were pretty good...
..weren't you, Kid?
You went toe to toe
with the champ.
He wasn't the champ then.
Well, he is now, Kid.
-(SPITS)
-Great talking.
(BOTH BREATHE HEAVILY)
LIZARD: Come on. Keep up, Kid!
LOVELY: Alright, Billy.
(MEN SHOUT INDISTINCTLY
IN DISTANCE)
(BOTH BREATHE HEAVILY)
LIZARD: Come on. Keep going!
-(RETCHES)
-Come on, now.
-(GROANS)
-Gotta keep going.
Come on, man!
That's it, that's it. Come on.
(COUGHS AND PANTS)
Look at you, you old wreck!
(BOTH LAUGH)
(COUGHS AND PANTS)
LIZARD: Oh, you alright?
(BELCHES)
RORY: Come on in, gentlemen.
Come on in.
-(DRUMBEAT POUNDS)
-Come nice and closer.
And I'll tell you all about
what's inside this new tent.
(RORY CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
Mum, what are you
doing in there?
SUNNY: I'm just
getting dressed.
I'm going to work.
Like that?
RORY: I've seen
her dance, boys.
Ooft, I've seen her dance
and let me tell ya,
it is a thing of wonder.
She's an Outback Cleopatra
with the eyes of a temptress.
Her spell will
break your hearts.
But mark my words,
when you see her,
you're gonna want
your heart broken.
And now, for one night only,
you fellas can see her
for a discount price.
DARCY: Mum, what's the matter?
RORY:
I'll tell you why, fellas.
-Nothing.
-(DOOR OPENS)
Don't let anyone in, OK?
I won't be long.
RORY: But a word of warning...
SUNNY: And lock the door.
Come on in if you think
you can handle the heat!
She's gonna show you something
that you'll
never forget, boys.
Get on in there.
See if you can spy her
through that tent there
while she's warming up, lads.
(RORY CONTINUES SPRUIKING
IN DISTANCE)
(DOOR CREAKS)
RORY: We bring you
a taste of the Orient
where the dancing skills
of the courtesan
are prized beyond rubies,
beyond any treasure
you'll find in all
of your Arabian nights.
(RORY CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
Good crowd.
(RORY CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
You know, my first tent fight,
I was nervous as all hell.
It soon went, though.
I mean, it's just a show.
So I give you, hot from
the bazaars of Baghdad,
the ravishing Contessa!
(MYSTERIOUS
PSYCHEDELIC ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)
My advice to you
would be to just...
('IN-A-GADDA-DA-VIDA'
BY IRON BUTTERFLY PLAYS)
(MAN WHISTLES)
(MEN EXCLAIM)
In-a-gadda-da-vida,
honey...
(MEN CHEER)
Don't you know
that I'm loving you?
In-a-gadda-da-vida, baby
Don't you know that
I'll always be true?
Oh, won't you come with me
-And a-take...
-KID: Oi, you little...
DARCY: Ow! Let me go!
Oh, won't you
come with me...
Listen.
Promise you won't run off.
-Promise?
-Mm-hm.
Please take my hand...
Oi, that's it! Over we go.
-(DARCY GRUNTS)
-Shush!
-(DARCY YELLS INDISTINCTLY)
-Stop wriggling!
(MEN CHEER AND HOOT)
-Right.
-Let me go!
What's Mum doing in there?
She's just dancin'.
That's all.
She's good too.
('IN-A-GADDA-DA-VIDA'
CONTINUES)
(MEN WHISTLE AND CHEER)
What are you doing
in here? Get out!
Get out of here.
What was he doing in here?
Nothing.
I just wanted to see
what you were doing.
-(CARNIVAL MUSIC PLAYS)
-(BELL RINGS)
Hey!
Did he see me?
No.
-(EXHALES)
-That's it. Better. Again.
-(GRUNTS)
-Again.
That's it. That's better.
Better! Better.
Hey! Kid, Kid, move from
the hips, not the shoulders.
-Huh!
-Child's play, man. Come on!
-Get that stance, man!
-(YELLS IN FRUSTRATION)
Kid, don't fuck...
Time was you could've
done this blindfolded, Kid!
Fuck off!
(SPITS AND COUGHS)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
LIZARD: Come on, come on,
come on, come on!
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
You gonna see Snow's
qualification fight?
Yeah, yeah, see him
in a real fight.
You tell him
what you see here.
(PEOPLE CHATTER CHEERFULLY)
GIRL: Wow! Look at that!
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
What's he doing here?
He's looking after you.
Mmm.
You be a good boy, OK?
DARCY: Mm-hm.
The crowds are getting bigger.
I know.
(DOOR SHUTS)
(CROWD CHEERS IN DISTANCE)
(DREAMY ROCK MUSIC)
(SLINKY CLINKS SOFTLY)
I'm not a kid.
I can look after myself.
I know.
I just come in here
for the quiet.
Want to see my stuff?
Do you like it?
KID: I do.
Where's this?
The egg you busted,
it was one in a million.
I'll never find
another one like it.
You know how to make a bloke
feel good, alright, don't you?
(DREAMY ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES)
Look at this.
(WHISTLING AND APPLAUSE)
MAN: Hey, don't go!
Where you going? Come back!
(CHEERING AND SHOUTING)
-Holding it, holding it.
-Hey, stop winding me up.
(LAUGHS)
-OK.
-Ready?
-Yep.
-Three, two, one. Go.
-DARCY: Ahh!
-(ROBOTS WHIRR)
"Destroy him!"
SUNNY: Rory?
I was thinking we could add
another show after the fights.
I could do a lot more
with better lights.
We could, uh,
jack the price up a bit.
You know my brother's
got this fight coming.
-It's a big one.
-Yeah, I heard.
RORY: Yeah.
So the money...for the lights.
Money?
Don't introduce me anymore.
It sounds cheap.
The show will
work better without it.
You stay out
of my brother's way now.
LOVELY: Full speed, bruz.
(ALL CHUCKLE)
(ARMLESS CHATTERS
INDISTINCTLY)
Boys, let's make our
rising star feel welcome.
(ALL CHEER)
-You were great tonight.
-Thank you.
That new show.
You had them
in the palm of your hand,
every curve, every twist...
-MAN: Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
-..every turn.
MAN 2: Ooh-la-la!
Ooh, girl, you are
mesmerising. (LAUGHS)
Hey, where you learn
to dance like that, woman?
Where else?
Kings Cross, Sydney.
I was living with my dad
before Darcy was born,
just dancing in nightclubs,
hanging out with all the
drag queens and the strippers.
-LOVELY: Yep.
-ARMLESS: Hmm.
-Were you a stripper?
-What are you doing, Billy?
SUNNY: No.
I wasn't a stripper.
But my dad's girlfriend was.
Yeah, Betty.
-Queen of the Cross.
-(MAN EXCLAIMS)
SUNNY: All sequins and glitter
and she danced with a python.
Yeah, 10 feet long.
-Ooft! That's a big snake.
-SUNNY: Yeah.
Did Betty teach you to dance?
No.
I'd sneak in
and watch her, though.
I was in a club
one night, right,
and it was full of soldiers.
You know, from Vietnam. Yanks.
And this fight breaks out,
a big one, huge.
And Betty is just standing
there, naked with her python.
She steps up and smacks
one bloke fair in the face.
-MAN: Whoa!
-Down he goes, out cold.
The place goes quiet.
Dead silence.
She steps up and says,
"Any other cunt want
to fuck with my act?"
(ALL CHUCKLE)
ARMLESS: We could use Betty
in the big tent.
(ALL CHATTER AND LAUGH)
So why did you leave?
You know how it is, Billy.
Things change.
The world keeps turning.
You have to move on.
Anyway, I'm gonna go to bed.
Thanks for the beer, ladies.
-MAN: Sweet dreams.
-MAN 2: 'Night.
ARMLESS: We should find
a woman like Betty, man.
MAN: Yeah, just put your bag
in the back. Yeah, good.
Oi, whose bag is this?
RORY: Alright,
make sure everybody's here,
we all know where we're going.
BILLY: Billy! Good girl.
Come on. On the bus.
SUNNY: Darcy!
Let me ride with you.
ARMLESS: Hey, Rory,
you coming with us?
LOVELY: Yeah, come on,
Rory. Keep up!
Alright.
LIZARD: Yeah,
let's go, you mob!
-Alright, all good, boss!
-RORY: All good!
-Off we go.
-RORY: Nice one.
(ENGINE SPUTTERS AND STARTS)
-ARMLESS: Hey, Rory, keep up!
-You good?
RORY: Ah! Fuckin' hell!
Come on, man!
-(LAUGHTER IN DISTANCE)
-MAN: See ya, Rory!
Catch you later!
(SIGHS AND MUTTERS)
(VEHICLE APPROACHES)
MAN: Hey, Rory,
where you been, mate?
(MEN LAUGH)
-MAN: Go on. Get in.
-(MAN 2 SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
-RORY: Fuckin' drive.
-(MEN LAUGH)
MAN 1: Here we go!
RORY: Fuckin' clowns.
(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC)
(MACHINERY GRINDS)
(BRAKES SQUEAK)
(GRINDING CONTINUES)
(TOOTS HORN)
Ed Byrne.
We spoke on the phone.
(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC
CONTINUES)
-(PEOPLE CHATTER AND SHOUT)
-(TOOLS THUD)
(PEOPLE CHATTER BUSILY)
(RORY GRUNTS)
DARCY: Hey, Mum.
SUNNY: Hey? How you doing?
-Pretty cool, huh?
-DARCY: Mm-hm.
-KID: So just...that much.
-DARCY: That much?
KID: And then like this.
DARCY: Cool.
Roll?
-What do I...
-Just lick it.
Oh, OK.
(SPITS)
You're gonna win
on Wednesday, aren't you?
He's a pro
and I've not fought a pro
in years.
You fight every night.
Yeah, but they're mugs.
I fight mugs, Darcy.
It's not the same.
You scared?
It's OK because Mum says when
you're scared, you're careful.
Your mum's right.
When Dad came home...
..I was scared.
This one's good.
Mum's 32. Is that old?
She says it is.
Not really, but, um...
..well, you know, sometimes
women see things differently.
Well, that's true.
When did you get
so old and wise, sport?
I've seen things
that no child should see.
At least,
that's what Mum says.
What about your mum?
What's she like?
She died.
How old were you
when she died?
Four.
Remember what she looked like?
No.
Probably ugly...
..'cause she's your mum.
Probably very ugly.
BILLY: Turn her over, Snowie.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(ENGINE REVS)
Yeah!
(BIRDS SQUAWK)
(INSECTS CHITTER)
(ROPE WHIPS)
SUNNY: It's funny
seeing a man skipping.
You're not that bad, though.
Yeah? Better than you.
(ROPE WHIPS)
KID: Not bad. (CLAPS)
(SOFT PIANO MUSIC)
Come on. Jump in.
Faster.
Get closer, then.
-KID: Ready?
-Yeah.
-(ROPE CLAPS)
-(BOTH GASP)
SUNNY: No.
I'm sorry.
This isn't a good idea.
-I'm sorry.
-It's alright.
Darcy!
Hey, Darcy!
Come here. Stop.
Hey, hey. Stop.
(QUIETLY) I'm sorry.
-(KNOCKS)
-(BELL RINGS IN DISTANCE)
(DOOR OPENS)
(RORY SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY
OVER P.A.)
(CLOSES DOOR)
Do you like it?
It's shit.
KID: Alright.
I'll have it back, then.
(DOOR CLOSES)
You're not funny.
I know.
You're not clever either.
You're just a dumb boxer.
Yeah.
I guess.
(TEARFULLY) You're not my dad.
(SOBS)
I know.
(MEN SHOUT AND MOAN)
('IF I'M IN LUCK I MIGHT GEPICKED UP' BY BETTY DAVIS)
I said if I'm in luck
I just might get picked up
I said I'm fishin' trick
And you can call it
what you want then
I just might get picked up
I said I'm vampin', trampin'
You can call it what you wanna
I said I'm wigglin' my fanny
Ooh-hoo-hoo
I want you dancing
I'm movin' it, movin' it
I'mma take her home, man
Try not to pass out
Say you will, say you will
Oh, if I'm walking
like I should
Maybe you might pick me up
If I'm looking real good,
maybe you might pick me up
Take me home
Take me
home
Will you take me home?
(MEN HOOT)
(SONG ENDS)
(MEN CHEER AND WHISTLE)
(CAR HORN TOOTS)
Kid!
You watch the show?
No. I don't like
the way they look at you.
Really?
I do.
Where'd you learn to do that?
Jail.
All of 17 years old.
For what?
I stabbed a man
who got too close.
In the heart.
Be careful with Darcy.
Good luck tomorrow.
(MEN LAUGH)
LOVELY: How's that Sunny?
Show's packed every night.
She's got brains on her.
Dances like a wolf.
ARMLESS: Should make her
the boss, eh, Rory?
I said no more smoking, mate.
BILLY: Yeah, and Rory could be
the dancer.
(MEN LAUGH)
LOVELY: I hear she's pretty
good at skipping too, eh?
(OTHERS CHUCKLE)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
ANNOUNCER OVER P.A.:
Ladies and gentlemen!
Welcome to Central Showgrounds
for tonight's qualification
fight over 15 rounds
between Mike Barton
and Kid Snow.
-REFEREE: Box!
-(BELL RINGS)
MAN: Come on,
off the ropes, Kid!
-To the corner.
-(BELL RINGS)
(BLOWS LAND)
..eight, nine, ten.
(BELL RINGS)
ANNOUNCER OVER P.A.:
Ladies and gentlemen...
(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
..Kid Snow!
(BELL RINGS)
RORY: We've only had
six weeks, man.
He'll get up
to fighting speed.
FRANK: He hasn't got it
in him anymore.
He's not a boxer.
He barely made it
through the fight.
And if we have to call it off,
I'll take everything
you've got.
I will burn your fuckin' tents
to the ground
right in front of you.
(BOTTLE CAP CLINKS)
ED: Here.
(TRAIN HORN BLOWS IN DISTANCE)
Hammer will kill you.
You're in no condition
to fight him.
It's not your decision.
So just...take the money.
Go down whatever round pays
the most, like you always do.
KID: Shut the fuck up.
ED: You and your brother
ever fought straight?
Ever?
Who the fuck
do you think you are?
I'm just a man who figured out
how the Quinn brothers
worked their racket.
Wasn't hard.
Tony North and the cost of
three beers.
Yeah, that guy. Remember him?
The one you beat the night Kid
threw the fight with Hammer.
He's got a garage now.
Doing OK.
Told me how he paid for it.
Took a dive for you,
hey, Rory?
That's enough, man.
KID: What the fuck's
he talking about?
(RORY MURMURS)
I guess there's a lot
you don't tell him.
-I said that's enough.
-Fuckin' look at me.
I am lookin' at ya.
What the fuck is
he talking about?
The money you were paid
for the fall to Hammer
went to Tony North
so your brother could win.
KID: Piece of shit.
Jesus, fucking Kid.
ED: Tony North said more.
Said Kid was good enough
to go all the way.
And you weren't,
were you, Rory?
Unless you could buy it.
(GRUNTS)
Good enough for ya?
Fuckin' dog, man.
You'll be better for the run,
Snowie.
(ENGINE STOPS)
-Dad said...
-What, Kid?
What did Dad say?
I gave up my chance
so you could be champion
'cause you'd earned it.
That's what fucking Dad said.
Kid.
I thought you were
a real boxer.
Fucking hell, man. I would
have beaten him anyway.
Would you?
Were you good enough?
'Cause I was.
And I gave everything up for
you because you were family.
Yeah.
Family, right, yeah.
But, um...
But I'm the one who takes
all the shit, aren't I?
'Cause that's what
the eldest does.
I'm the hard cunt.
You get to just
have the easy ride, man.
Everyone, they see you,
they say,
"There goes Kid!
Yeah, Mr Nice Fucking Guy."
And then they look at me.
And they say,
"There goes Rory...
"..the bitter fucking
cripple."
Maybe I could have beaten
Tony North. Maybe. But...
But why take the risk? Why?
I had to become champion
to earn the money
so that you could
have your shot too,
because Kid, this game
is a world of shit
and no-one...no-one gets
to the top clean, not one.
And one time...
..ONE time, you had to get
a little bit dirty
to make my climb easier.
And the one time you dipped
your toe into that shit,
you fucking screamed
like a girl
and Dad fucking died
and my leg got broken
in nine fucking places!
We didn't tell you the truth
back then, man,
because we knew you'd just
fuck it all up for all of us -
which you did anyway!
So just fucking forget
what that Time Life
piece of shit said.
The past is dead.
It's done, it's buried.
And we need this fucking
fight, Kid. We need it.
But you,
you're not fucking fit.
You're screwing it all up.
You have to get your head
in the game.
Yeah, back then, everybody...
They all saw it, man.
They saw it.
You had Hammer beat.
Nobody's gonna
fucking believe it
when they see
you fight him now.
And that's what's eating you.
So you can tell yourself
that this fight,
it doesn't matter,
it's not important.
What else you got?
What, something better?
Fucking her?!
-You finished?
-Fucking Kid.
Arse, tits and face.
That's all she is, man.
That's all any of 'em are.
And why the fuck would she
want you anyway?
What have you got? Nothin'!
Apart from the fucking purse
coming to you from the fight.
And if you weren't here,
Kid...
What?
She'd be all over you,
would she?
(DOOR SLAMS)
You, tonight's your last show.
Then it's over. You're done.
And you keep away
from my brother
before you get him
fucking killed.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(MUTTERS) OK.
(SIGHS)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(INTENSE MUSIC)
(GRUNTS)
(MUFFLED WHOOPING
AND CHEERING)
(HAMMER SIGHS)
Hey.
(LAUGHS)
Ah.
I see you've been getting
to know the Quinn boys.
(LAUGHS)
Ah, it's not funny.
I know.
Who did this?
Rory.
-Ah.
-(TUTS)
I guess I dug up
something he didn't like.
Yep.
Don't make Snow out
to be a hero.
It's not who he is.
(LIZARD SIGHS)
(LIZARD KNOCKS)
It's Kid.
SUNNY: Wait for me in the car.
-Where is he?
-Been drinking.
In a bad way.
What have you done?
Oh, you know...
Everyone wants to fuck with
Kid Snow, don't they?
Take him down.
-But you won.
-(SCOFFS)
Come on.
I couldn't lose, could I?
It was a set-up.
Still.
I don't need
anything from you.
You're a mess.
It was my last show tonight.
Rory fired me.
Told me to steer clear of you.
What happened?
You should go.
Is that what you want?
You should look for
something better.
You think I wanted
to end up here,
dancing in a shitty tent?
I had my face messed up
by a man one night.
I was working in a club.
And when my boss saw me,
he sent three guys round
and they nearly
killed the bloke.
Darcy saw ALL of it.
That bloke was his dad.
I wanted Darcy
to know his father.
And there's a big fat
fucking lesson.
You can't make things
different
just 'cause you
want them to be.
(SNIFFLES)
You shouldn't get
in the ring with Hammer.
You don't even know
what's worth fighting for.
('I'LL TAKE YOU HOME AGAIN,
KATHLEEN' BY BRIAN COLL PLAYS)
I want my money.
Your heart...
Alright.
You want your money.
That's fair.
That's it.
No, that's not right.
25% at the door. Two shows
a night. I've kept a record.
Oh, really?
Here, let me see that.
Yeah, very diligent.
SUNNY: Hey! Listen...
I know you've been fucking
turning tricks behind my back.
-I don't do that.
-Sure you do. You all do.
And you've been
after my brother
'cause you know
he's an easy mark
and he's got a payday coming.
You wanna see something?
Come on, I'll show you.
(GRUNTS)
Look at that beauty.
What do you think?
You know he did that to me?
(SONG CONTINUES PLAYING
IN DISTANCE)
Here, you want a bit more of
this money, do you?
Why don't you come over here,
help me forget about it?
And when the fields
are fresh
And green...
Yeah.
SUNNY: Hey!
Hey! Stop!
Hey. Hey!
-What now?
-Stop.
-Stop!
-Shut the fuck up.
(SUNNY MOANS)
DARCY: Stop!
-Darcy!
-Shut up. Shut up!
Darcy!
(YELPS)
No, stop!
(BOTH GRUNT)
RORY: Fuck!
Get the fuck off me!
Go!
SUNNY: Go!
Hurry.
Get in.
Let me see you.
Did we get paid?
Darcy! Darcy.
(DARCY SHOUTS) Get in!
-(SUNNY STARTS CAR)
-Go!
(BIRDS CHIRP)
(CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC)
Mum?
Mum? Mum?
(TYRES SKID)
Where did you get that?
He owed us.
(DOOR OPENS)
(UNEASY MUSIC)
(GLASS BOTTLES CLINK)
Fuck. Jesus.
(KICKS CABINET)
(UNEASY MUSIC)
(SEABIRDS SQUAWK)
(WAVES LAP GENTLY)
Do you think
he'll come after us?
-Well?
-No sign of him, boss.
Our boy's gone walkabout.
You can shut your
fucking mouth.
Oh.
(CAR DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
Come back for some more,
have you?
I haven't used one of these
since the war.
But I'll stick you
and enjoy doing it.
Now, where's your brother?
Gone.
Took off.
When's he back?
He still gonna fight Hammer?
Tell him I was
looking for him.
I'm not your fucking
messenger boy, man.
Well, you're not good
for much else, are you?
(BILLY SNICKERS)
(SEABIRDS SQUAWK)
WOMAN: Hello, young man.
-It's a nice view, hey?
-Mmm.
I don't owe you a thing.
I'm not your mother.
That kid there's not my blood.
I know that.
So why did you come here?
SUNNY: Look, we have
nowhere else to go.
Just let us stay here.
Please.
You can stay here for a bit.
Just keep out of my way.
You had a snake, didn't you,
when you were a stripper.
BETTY: It was a python.
DARCY: Oh, yeah.
I heard all the stories.
It can't be easy
holding onto a big snake
when you've got no clothes on.
(BETTY CHUCKLES)
No, I guess not.
DARCY: Hey, what colour
was the python?
BETTY: Well, I had
three pythons.
GIRL: It's hard
to throw these.
(DARCY GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
-Hey.
-(GRUNTS)
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Who did that?
Rory was hurting Mum.
Is she alright?
What did she do with it?
Everyone's allowed one
big mistake in life, Darcy.
What was your mistake?
SUNNY: Darcy! Come here!
Now! Now!
Get inside.
Go on.
Go home, Flossie.
KID: Where's the money?
Doing Rory's dirty work again?
Once a thief, always a thief.
-That money belongs to me.
-Your money?
Where is it?
Where's my fucking money?
DARCY: Here.
I took it.
Mum didn't know it was yours.
-(MEN CHEER)
-(DRUMBEAT POUNDS)
RORY: Alright, hold 'em,
hold 'em, hold 'em.
Tonight, we've got
a new fighter here tonight.
Have I got a special treat
for ya.
Rally on the drums!
Ring the bell for Kid Slick.
(PEOPLE CHEER)
Tell you a little bit
about this fella.
He'll beat ya before
the fight's even started.
Where's Kid Snow?
Kid who, man?
You want a real fight?
That's the bikie
Snowie busted up.
This fella's got more guts
than Snow ever had.
Alright, ladies and gentlemen.
Rally on the drums,
ring the bell!
Get your tickets and change.
-(CROWD CHEERS)
-(DRUMBEAT POUNDS)
It's all there.
Count it.
Part of me knew
you'd come looking for me,
then another part of me said,
"Don't do that.
You've got a boy.
"You can't keep thinking
of yourself all the time."
But I knew.
I knew you'd come looking.
But that's not why
you're here.
You should just go.
You've got your money now,
so just leave us alone.
(INSECTS CHIRP)
SUNNY: This is all we get.
Leave in the morning
before he wakes up.
He'll cry
if he sees you leave.
-(ONLOOKERS CHEER)
-Yeah!
(DANNY LAUGHS) Yes!
ARMLESS: OK, get him
out of here. Get him off.
Stay with him.
Make sure you stay with him.
LIZARD: Move out of the way.
-(ONLOOKERS CHEER)
-(LAUGHS)
Fuck off, mate.
Got another round in you?
Happy with these?
(ONLOOKERS CALL OUT)
-(GRUNTS)
-(ONLOOKERS GROAN)
Come on.
(GRUNTS)
(ONLOOKERS CALL OUT)
(BOTH GRUNT)
ONLOOKER: Yes!
A little faster than before,
huh?
LOVELY: Is that what you want?
Is that what you want?
Get off me!
(ONLOOKERS SHOUT)
(SUNNY SIGHS)
(BOTH BREATHE HEAVILY)
(GROANS SOFTLY)
(SOFTLY) Yeah. Yeah.
(PANTS)
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
(PENSIVE MUSIC)
(PENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(VEHICLE APPROACHES)
Bloody hell.
Sight for sore eyes.
Fucking hell.
Where's Billy?
(LITTLE BILLY WHINES NEARBY)
(LITTLE BILLY WHINES)
(EXHALES)
Copped one in the eye.
LOVELY: That bikie
came looking for you.
Rory put him in with Billy.
-He needs a doctor.
-Rory said that...
Fuck him! He needs a doctor.
Take my car.
-Where is he?
-In the tent.
-Where the fuck is he?
-Kid...
Kid!
If you think
I'm gonna kill him, step in,
not before.
(GRUNTS, GROANS)
Argh! Fuck! Kid! Fuck!
Thought I'd gone for good,
did you?
So you took it out
on Billy, hey?
(RORY GROANS)
Come here.
Come here, you fuck.
You beat up a woman
and her kid.
That's low, even for you.
Yeah? What are you gonna
fuckin' do, Kid?
You gonna fuckin' kill me?
-Do it right this time.
-I'll fuckin'...
Fuckin' kill me, man!
Go on, then!
Kid...
You can't leave, man.
-We're quits.
-(GRUNTS)
Yeah? Well, you fuckin'
came back, didn't you?
RORY: Help me up, man.
Crawl.
(WHEEZES)
(CRIES)
(UNEASY MUSIC)
(GROANS, LAUGHS)
Shit's serious now.
You gotta eat proper.
-(SNOW EXHALES SHARPLY)
-(BLOWS LAND)
LIZARD: Come on. Harder.
-(GRUNTS)
-Let's go.
Let's go. That's it.
That's it. Now push me off.
Push me off, bro. Push me off.
There we go!
Push, push! Push!
Hit it harder.
That's it. Push that bag.
Seven. Almost there. Let's go.
Eight. Nine.
10. That's good,
that's good, that's good.
Look who's back.
Oh, it's Billy.
Hey!
BILLY: Hey!
Come to Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!
(LAUGHS)
Hey!
How many fingers?
-(ALL LAUGH)
-BILLY: Three.
Yeah. A lot of... Lot of...
Lot of pretty nurses.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
(GRUNTS)
(SLOW FOOTSTEPS)
You didn't know it was fixed
till he told you.
He laughed at you, didn't he?
Is your, uh...
Your eye better now, huh?
(HAMMER LAUGHS)
Ah. (EXHALES)
(LIZARD COACHES INDISTINCTLY)
Faster.
-(EXHALES SHARPLY)
-Keep moving. Keep moving.
LIZARD: Keep that distance.
-(EXHALES SHARPLY)
-Back to your chin.
-Back to your chin.
-(EXHALES SHARPLY)
-Better be damper, Snowie.
-Top it up.
Here you go. Here you go.
-(LIQUID SLOSHES)
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
(FLY BUZZES)
BILLY: No bastard makes damper
like you, Snowie.
No bastard.
(WIND WHISTLES)
(KID RUBS HANDS)
Ooh!
(WHISTLES)
-Look at that. (LAUGHS)
-Whoo!
-Yeah.
-Yes!
Hammer sees you wearing that,
he won't know whether
to fight you or fuck you.
(ALL LAUGH)
Nah, looking real sharp.
Anyway, suits you.
(CLEARS THROAT)
How are you feeling? Strong?
Yeah.
It feels good, doesn't it?
Alright. (CLEARS THROAT)
Go on, give us a twirl,
then, Kid.
Go on.
-Ooh!
-Ooh-la-la!
LIZARD: Chuck him in
the 'Tessa tent!
-Hey, true!
-(ALL LAUGH)
LIZARD: Oh, look.
He got something else.
Hey, got the trunks too.
-Got the magic trunks.
-Look at these trunks!
MEN: Brr! Brr! Brr!
Brr! Brr! Brr!
-Oi!
-(ALL LAUGH)
LIZARD: Up and over
that shit. (LAUGHS)
(WOLF-WHISTLE)
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
(KEYS JANGLE)
-Rory, the keys.
-(GRUNTS)
10 minutes.
RORY: Kid, listen to me now.
You sound like Dad.
I got some money on you
with Slim.
Fuckin' everything, man -
the purse and more besides.
Now, you get to the end
of that third round.
Just that.
Just three rounds, Kid,
or everything's fuckin' gone.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(HEARTBEAT THUDS)
(SHAKY BREATHING)
COMMENTATOR ON TV:
One of these boys
is Australian
and Commonwealth
Middleweight Champion
and the other is a showground
fighter making his comeback.
(COMMENTARY CONTINUES
INDISTINCTLY)
I told her to come.
ANNOUNCER ON TV: Commonwealth
Middleweight Champion,
Hammer Morina.
-(HEARTBEAT QUICKENS)
-(FLASH BULBS POP)
(SNIFFS)
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(HEARTBEAT QUICKENS)
Three rounds, Kid. For Da.
-(BELL RINGS)
-REFEREE: Box.
(CROWD CHEERS)
(INDISTINCT COMMENTARY ON TV)
COMMENTATOR:
Morina opens up with a jab.
-(GRUNTS)
-Yes. Yeah!
Come on.
(BOTH GRUNT)
(CROWD CHEERS)
COMMENTATOR:
Vicious overhand left hook.
See the weight behind that.
RORY: That's it.
Hold him. Hold him.
Break it up. Break, break.
Grab him! Grab him!
That's it. That's it.
(CROWD CHEERS)
That's it. Smack him.
That's it, Kid.
(CROWD CHEERS)
Oh!
(BOTH GRUNT)
COMMENTATOR: He's in
all sorts of trouble.
(BELL RINGS)
-(CROWD CHEERS)
-(TEAM SHOUTS)
-(BELL RINGS)
-LIZARD: Hey, fuck off!
(LAUGHS)
Do we need a ref call out here
with the bell?
REFEREE: I'll sort it.
Stay in your corner.
Breathe.
Oi. Round two, Snowie.
Hey. Attention.
If you can't clinch him,
get the fuck away from him.
You hear me?
-Go, Snowie.
-(BELL RINGS)
Box.
-Yes!
-(GRUNTS)
LIZARD: Good boy!
That's it. Good boy.
Let's go! Let's go!
-Yes!
-(BOTH GRUNT)
(CROWD CHEERS)
Come on. Get up, Kid.
COMMENTATOR:
He's down again, Kid Snow.
COMMENTATOR 2: There's no way
this fight's
going the distance.
Go on. Get up. Get up.
-One, two, three...
-Get up. Get up. Get up.
Get up. Get up. Get up.
Come on.
LIZARD: Come on, Kid. That's
it. That's it. That's it.
Show 'em who
the carnie folk is.
-Four.
-Show him!
Show him!
-(CROWD CHEERS)
-Five, six...
(BELL RINGS)
-Alright, Kid, now...
-Breathe, man, breathe.
Fuckin' shut up.
Don't drop now.
Do not fuckin' drop now.
One more round.
One more fuckin' round,
brother.
(MEN GRUNT REPEATEDLY)
(CROWD CHEERS)
COMMENTATOR:
He can be knocked down.
-Turn it off, Darcy.
-No.
BETTY: No.
We'll see it through.
COMMENTATOR:
He's just hanging on.
REFEREE: Five.
(GRUNTS)
REFEREE: Six.
Seven.
-Are you good, Kid?
-Yeah, Ref.
You've got this. Gloves up!
-Box.
-(BELL RINGS)
(GRUNTS)
Back to your corner.
-(PANTS)
-(RORY SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
-Kid, you fuckin' did it, man.
-Spit it out.
You fuckin' did it.
Here, now,
you listen to me, Kid.
First big hit this round,
you just stay down.
Just stay the fuck down, man.
Round four.
(PANTS) Fourth round.
Just stay the fuck down, man.
You've done it.
You've fuckin' done it.
Your round. Finish him.
Let's go, boys. Come on.
Come on.
TRAINER: Finish this. Come on.
-(BELL RINGS)
-Box.
RORY: Come on, Kid!
(CROWD CHEERS)
COMMENTATOR: ..vicious
right hand, left hook.
Both fighters exchanging
bombs and there's that...
Finish him!
Fuckin' bury him, Kid!
(CROWD CHEERS)
-Fuckin' yeah, Kid.
-Yes, Kid!
REFEREE: Neutral corner. Go.
-(FLASH BULBS POP)
-RORY: Yes! Yes, Kid!
(GRUNTS, PANTS)
(HEARTBEAT THUDS)
REFEREE: One, two,
three, four...
(BELL RINGS)
..five, six, seven...
-(BELL RINGS)
-REFEREE: Are you good?
-Snowie!
-Go.
COMMENTATOR: Round five.
What are we gonna see next?
Get your mum.
COMMENTATOR:
How is he holding on?
Mum! Come on!
RORY: You got it, man.
Kid, like that.
You got it. Breathe.
Spit that out.
Kid, fuckin' one more round.
One more round of that
and you've fuckin' got him.
One more fuckin' round,
you got him.
LIZARD: You can beat Hammer.
You can fuckin' beat Hammer.
Let's go! Let's go!
RORY: What? What is it?
Dad was right. We're done.
(CROWD BOOS)
What the fuck have you done?
COMMENTATOR:
He's thrown in the towel.
Kid Snow was on course
for the upset of the century.
What did he do? Did he lose?
COMMENTATOR: The crowd
here has gone crazy.
(CROWD JEERS)
What the fuck have you done?
-REFEREE: You done?
-RORY: Kid!
There's always more than
one way to win a fight.
-(BELL RINGS)
-It's over. It's over, Jack.
ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,
the winner
by technical knockout
and still the undefeated
Australian and Commonwealth
Middleweight Champion,
Hammer Morina!
(CROWD CHEERS)
(SOLEMN MUSIC)
(FLASH BULBS POP)
(SOLEMN MUSIC CONTINUES)
MAN: You had him. Good fight.
LIZARD: Good fight, brother.
Good fight.
(INDISTINCT COMMENTARY ON TV)
You can smile, you Irish fuck.
(CHUCKLES MIRTHLESSLY)
You know how many bets I had
on you making it through
four rounds?
One.
You. (LAUGHS)
Made me a lot of money.
Lot of money.
Just keep counting, Slim.
Whoo!
Hey, look!
-Hey!
-Hey!
ARMLESS: Oi,
Rory's looking for you.
Yeah, he's not happy with you.
He's never happy.
I'm, uh,
heading the other way.
This is it, then, hey, Kid?
No more boxing?
Not gonna be the same
without you.
Yeah.
Take care of yourselves, boys.
Stay out of trouble.
That's never gonna happen.
(LAUGHS)
One more thing.
It's a present from Slim.
Ooh!
Share it out.
(HAUNTING VOCAL MUSIC)
Thanks for everything.
Come here.
(HAUNTING VOCAL MUSIC
CONTINUES)
Hey.
You did good.
Go easy.
BILLY: We'll miss you, Snowie.
You old bastard, you.
(ALL LAUGH)
(MEN SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)
You just gonna crawl out of
here without saying goodbye?
I'm going now, Rory.
Ah.
Where the fuck am I gonna find
another fighter like you, hey?
Or a brother?
(SNIFFS)
Ah, fuck.
Ah, fuck.
(SOFTLY) You'll be back, man.
You'll be back, man.
You'll be fuckin' back, man.
Yeah, you'll be fuckin' back.
Yeah, you'll come back to me,
man.
You'll come back to me, man.
(SEABIRDS CALL)
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(CHILDREN LAUGH AND CHATTER)
That one.
(TENDER, UPLIFTING MUSIC)
-WOMAN: Thank you.
-SUNNY: Here you go.
SUNNY: Enjoy.
DARCY: Let's go inside.
GIRL: Come on, Darcy.
Let's go.
-DARCY: Come on.
-(CHILDREN LAUGH)
OK.
(TENDER, UPLIFTING MUSIC
CONTINUES)
Here.
Thanks, Darcy.
Where are you going?
Does that hurt?
Not so much.
(HAUNTING MUSIC)
(RORY SPEAKS FAINTLY) Tonight,
ladies and gentlemen...
(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
Now, it might look like it...
(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
In three minutes,
you can earn the respect
of every man here.
So, step up, Kid.
(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
(LOW AMBIENT MUSIC)