Shame (1988) Movie Script
[thunder rumbling]
[insects buzzing] [soft piano music]
[motorcycle passing] [upbeat music]
[bleating] [tires screeching]
[crashing]
[insects buzzing] [sheep bleating]
Shit.
[people chattering]
[man whistling]
[people chattering]
A large squash, please.
[man chattering on radio]
Thanks.
[cash register pinging]
Do you have any rooms here?
[Cashier] What, to stay?
Yeah, probably just for one night.
[Man] You can stay at my place, love.
Any time you like.
[Cashier] Oh God, I don't know why you'd wanna stay here.
[Man] I got a spare bed, sweetheart.
I'da bet.
Having a little trouble, are you, dear?
You wouldn't wanna stay in a rough joint like this.
I mean, it's, well, it's no place for um...
For a lady.
[laughing]
Now, the bloke to see about your bike is Tim Curtis.
You go down there to the Gamelli turnoff.
You take a left and a right, and you--
Can't miss it.
Yeah.
That's right.
[engine revving]
[Man] Need a push, darling?
[whistling and cat calling]
[clapping] [cheering]
[laughing]
[Asta] Well can you at least tell me what's wrong with it?
Not today, sweetheart.
It's a bit late. [rock music]
Well could I use some of your tools, then?
Hey Tim.
[Tim] Yeah I heard.
Hi.
You know how to do it?
More or less, yeah.
Alright.
Just put things back when you're finished and,
don't make a mess.
Great, thanks a lot.
It's time for you to knock it off, Gary.
Okay.
[insects buzzing]
Nice.
They do a nice motorcycle, the nips.
Yeah, they do.
Well you're gonna get past through it, around here.
Probably have to send a car.
More likely, Perth.
How long will that take?
I don't know.
It could be lucky, tomorrow.
More likely, it'll be the day after.
Terrific.
Yeah, well.
It's beautiful, ain't it?
Just like a clock.
[insects buzzing]
Mr. Curtis?
That sleep out, could I possibly use it tonight?
Please?
Uh.
Yeah, alright.
I mean, I'll pay for it.
No, no, no.
I'll just tell my mum.
[Asta] Thank you.
[insects buzzing]
[bag crumpling]
Whatever possessed you to do a thing like that?
God almighty, Tim.
[door slamming]
Hello.
Out the way.
[clearing throat]
Hungry, are ya?
Well we can't feed ya.
Sorry, but we're too busy.
It's quite alright, really.
There's a caf in town.
You can get something there.
If you're hungry.
Look, I can do this, really.
Yeah?
Alright then.
And go easy on the water.
[door slamming]
[insects buzzing]
[water running]
[insects buzzing]
[truck approaching]
Here we are.
So come, let's just you lean on me.
You need a good rest.
That's what the doctor said.
Alright, my darling.
You can be tucked up in your own bed.
[slow, melancholy piano music]
[insects buzzing]
[people chattering]
[Tim] God knows what happens at those dances.
For God sake!
You're her father.
She's your own daughter.
[insects buzzing]
[women chattering]
[Lizzie] I can hear every word you're saying, you know.
Lizzie!
Lizzie!
[sobbing]
Don't be frightened.
It's alright.
It's okay.
No.
Tell them to stop.
Hey, come here.
Tell them to stop.
[sobbing]
No.
They just go on and on.
They won't stop, tell them.
Please.
Stop.
[sobbing]
[laughing]
[people chattering] [video game music]
[cash register pinging]
Hi.
Uh, can I have the hamburger with everything
and a choco malted?
When you can manage it.
[people chattering] [video game music]
You this busy every night?
What?
Are you this busy every night?
Oh, yeah.
It's where the elite meet to beat.
Mel, where's the burgers, baby?
Come on, go, go, go.
Drop dead!
Two more of them to go, Mel.
[people chattering]
G'day.
Hello.
[people chattering] [video game music]
You know, I got to admit, she scrubs up alright.
For an old chick.
[laughing]
And that looks pretty butch in them trousers, bud.
I wonder how she'd go in a dress.
Hey, butch.
You own a dress?
Not in your size.
[laughing]
What do you think you're doing?
- [Boy] What? - You knocked my bloody chair.
I didn't mean to knock your bloody chair, mate.
[Dave] Yeah, well, you can say you're sorry.
No.
I don't say sorry, Davey boy.
Sorry.
[laughing]
What's wrong with him, Lorna?
Shut up.
Aw, Dave, can't a bloke even talk
to your little sister no more?
They're too good for us, Wayne.
Aye big Dave.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo.
[upbeat country rock music]
How you doin' Lorna?
I haven't seen you around much lately.
You doing anything Saturday night?
If yous dickheads are gonna fight,
will yous get outside and do it, thank you.
[upbeat country rock music]
I could spread you all over this fucking shop, mate.
[laughing]
[Wayne] See you around, Butch.
[upbeat country rock music]
Go and have a go Danny.
[laughing]
Hi.
Hello.
So you found Tim Curtis' alright?
- Hm? - At the pub.
Heard Sergeant Cuddy telling you how to get there.
Oh right, yeah. Found it.
Listen.
We're just going down to the pub.
I wondered if you'd like to come along?
Thanks, but it's been a long day, and...
Oh go on, just a quick one, aye?
No, really. Thank you.
Just trying to be friendly.
Yeah, I know.
Good night.
[Boy] I'll see you around maybe.
[Asta] Maybe.
- Good night. - Night.
[dogs barking]
[honking]
Gary?
Gary?
- [Gary] Yeah? - Pumps.
[Gary] Right-o.
Yeah, look, I'm after some parts for a 750 Suzuki.
- Katana. - Katana.
G'day, Gethrop.
Fill 'er up.
Yeah, well have you got any?
Well are you the bloke in charge?
Look, I'll wait.
You go and get the boss.
Wal.
How's it going Tim?
How's the family?
- Okay. - That's good to hear.
I'm on the phone Wal.
Yeah, sure.
I'll just have a word with the lass.
Tim lookin' after ya?
Yeah, thank you.
Hm, told ya.
Of course, visitors are always welcome here in Ginborak.
[chuckling]
Well I'm very relieved to hear that.
Traveling alone, are ya?
Apparently.
We asked her for a beer last night, sarge,
but she wouldn't be in it.
You checked my oil and water, Gazza?
Right-o, right-o.
- [Tim] Miss Cadell? - Yeah?
On the train tonight.
- Great, thank you. - It's gonna cost a bit though.
Heh, Sorry.
All fixed up then, aye?
Put a bit of a hole in your holiday though, aye?
Eh.
What are you going to do with yourself all day?
Mr. Curtis, can I borrow this bike?
[Tim] Sure.
I suppose it'll be alright.
You, if you wanna go somewhere, I'll give you a lift.
No trouble.
[upbeat music]
Aw shit!
G'day.
Glad you came along.
I haven't had much luck with bikes lately.
[rattling]
What are you doing out this way?
Just sort of looking 'round?
Yeah, I suppose something like that.
[insects buzzing]
You work?
Yep.
Sort of an office job.
Right.
My wife, she works at the Meat Works.
I'm a row shredder meself.
No.
Can't complain.
Most blokes around here ain't got nothin'.
Yeah.
So you work at night?
Yeah.
Yeah, I work at night.
[Asta] Must be tough on your wife.
[motorcycle approaching]
[honking]
[rock music]
G'day Butch!
[rock music]
Hey Ross.
Hey there.
How's Penny these days?
[laughing]
[tires squealing]
You bastards!
[yelling]
[yelling]
[hitting] [grunting]
Stop, that's enough!
[hitting] [yelling]
Stop it!
[Ross groaning]
He's a bloody madman.
Leave him alone, go on.
[groaning]
We'd better get him home.
Come on mate.
Piss off!
[insects buzzing]
See,
she used to go down to the club when I was workin'.
You can't blame her for that much, can you?
Why Penny, she likes a bit of company.
A few laughs, a few drinks.
Well she likes a good time.
Why not?
Well they give her that alright.
Stupid
bitch.
She tries to lay charges.
People say, "Charges?
Penny rights everyone, though.
What's a man supposed to do?"
Blokes look at me in the street.
Down at the club.
Laugh.
[insects buzzing]
[machines whirring]
God in heaven, Ross, what have you been doing?
I want my wife, Dulcie.
Yeah, alright, wait here.
[machines whirring]
Goodness me.
We haven't been in the wars, haven't we, Ross?
What happened?
It's nothing.
I'm alright.
I've come to get my wife.
Oh God.
[Mrs. Rodolph] Penny dear, he won't say what happened.
We gotta go, mum.
Money.
Doesn't look as though he'll be able to
come to work tonight.
Dulcie, Norma Curtis and Lizzie off again today?
Some kind of tummy wop, I think.
Looks like she'll want the day off as well.
You ought to control that boy of yours, Mrs. Rodolph.
Don't start all that again, Ross.
You both think you can do what you like to us.
I'd be very careful of what I said, Ross, if I were you.
You stop and listen to me, you bitch.
[yelling]
Andrew.
Who the hell are you?
[machines whirring]
Dulcie?
Pay those two off.
Yes, Mrs. Rodolph.
The rest of yous, back to work.
[insects buzzing]
[insects buzzing]
[people chattering]
[Tim] For all I know, she's been sleeping around
since she had Jimmy Dickinson.
Don't come near me, mate.
Tina!
Why don't you talk some sense in him?
He seems to think you're bloody Christmas.
[insects buzzing]
[door slamming]
[truck starting up]
Yeah, that'll be right, go on, get out!
Have a wink to your mates.
You're pathetic!
It's a bloody war crime now.
Shit.
[insects buzzing]
How much that bod cost ya?
I don't know, it was a present.
[Tina] I hope you're right.
Now you're piss farting around the countryside?
On a holiday.
Mhm, seeing how the other half lives, you know.
No.
I don't.
[insects buzzing]
You're gonna fix it yourself?
[Asta] Yep.
Where'd you learn to do all that?
A motorcycle engine is completely logical.
I find it makes a nice change from people.
[insects buzzing]
Aye.
Why'd you wanna stick your nose in all that today at the Works?
Hi, Liz.
[Asta] Hello.
Where's dad?
He went out, love.
Yeah.
[insects buzzing]
Well?
That was the boss, you know?
Was her precious bloody son.
[insects buzzing]
You were right.
He had it comin'.
You see,
you can just get on this fancy motorbike and piss off.
You don't have to work out there.
So what, so you just let them walk all over you?
It's that or you don't work, smarty.
Except maybe on your back.
[Asta] Sounds like the same thing to me.
Yeah?
Oh, it's not your worry, is it?
No, you can all rot for all I care.
Ha!
Did you really punch Andrew Rodolph?
It was more of a slap actually.
Can you tell me where the railway station is?
[Tina] It's near my place.
I'll show you.
Liz, I don't--
Might do you good to get out of the house, yeah, Lizzie?
I suppose it'll be alright with the three of us.
Fat?
How could you get fat bouncing around on
that bloody bike?
I don't know, but I do.
I wear trousers all the time in this heat.
Thrush.
Yeah.
Then there's the crick neck and the sunburn
and insects.
So why do you do it?
It's a lot of fun.
Jeez, you wouldn't get me on one of those bikes
for a million bloody bucks.
[honking]
Oh, Lizzie.
I'm going home.
[dog barking]
How many of them were there?
Which?
Well it's not too hard to work out what happened.
Yeah, well I'd just mind my own business if I were you.
Okay?
[dog barking]
[Tina] Oh, you know, Tim and me.
On again, off again.
His wife pissed off on him about seven years ago.
He reckons he got the rough end of the stick.
And did he?
Yeah, I reckon.
She ran off with some bloke she reckon had
more get up and go.
If you get the idea.
And I suppose he's been hurting ever since?
Right.
Aw, you know how it is with men.
They just need one thing, one woman, to go wrong,
and then they've got an excuse.
I think it's their mothers.
[laughing]
[honking]
Yeah well anyway. [tires screeching]
We'll see.
Oh God.
Here we go.
Do you want something?
Yeah, you wanna give it to us, honey?
You couldn't cope with me, boy.
So why don't you just piss off?
- Oh geez. - Oh yes ma'am.
Whatever you reckon.
Just kids.
You didn't know that.
[insects buzzing]
[train whistle blowing]
Nice little place.
- You reckon? - Yeah.
It used to be my mum's 'til she died.
You wanna come in and have a cuppa?
You got time.
The station's just over that way.
Look, thanks, Tina,
but I've gotta go and pick up my spare parts.
I'll tell you what, I wouldn't mind a few
spare parts myself.
I know what you mean.
Aye.
Anyways, see ya.
Be careful, okay?
Bye.
[slow piano music]
[doorknob rattling]
[slow, dramatic music]
[dramatic music]
[whistling]
She's getting away, grab her!
[dramatic music]
[Asta breathing heavily]
[dramatic music]
Playing hard to get, aye?
Now that your friend isn't here,
you get us all to yourself.
Tonight's the night, sweetheart.
Bloody grab her!
What are you doing, for Christ's sake?
[dramatic music]
[hitting] [yelling]
Shit.
[hitting] [yelling]
[shattering] [yelling]
[heavy breathing]
What the hell were you doing down there anyway?
What has that got to do with it?
What were you doing there?
Picking up a parcel, if you must know.
Oh well, couldn't it have waited until the morning?
No, I am a citizen.
I have every right to do whatever--
Do you think I've got nothing better to do
than to run around these streets day and night
nurse mating bloody fools like you?
Now I'm a fool?
We're talking about four boys.
Boys.
Having a bit of fun.
Hey girls, what do you do for a bit of fun?
Don't get smart with me, girly.
Just stay off the street.
They're down at the hospital.
Steve Hemingway's got 15 stitches in his arm and face.
I could charge you.
Charge me?
And when will you start on the fun loving boys?
Driving under age, driving with a blood alcohol
above the prescribed limit,
negligent driving,
conspiracy, uh, attempted abduction, assault.
- Good on ya love. - Yeah.
Well, well.
A bit of a bush lawyer, are we?
A barrister, as a matter of fact.
Yeah, well. [chuckling]
Pretty funny bloody barrister.
Eh?
Yes.
Sergeant.
Well you can rest assured I'll be speaking
to the fathers of the boys first thing in the morning.
And that's it, a little chat?
No, I might have to kick a few bums as well.
Alright, let's talk about you.
Failure to act on a legitimate complaint,
dereliction of duty--
Alright miss barrister.
You wanna lay charges?
No, forget it.
I couldn't be bothered.
[soft country music] [people chattering]
[hitting]
Shit.
[hitting]
[insects buzzing]
[hitting]
[insects buzzing]
[insects buzzing] [birds chirping]
Gas and check the lot Danny mate?
Yeah, five bucks.
Morning.
You got her all fixed, aye?
You must've worked all night.
Why are you in such a big hurry, Asta?
You know, I'll be really sorry to see you
just disappear.
Leave my bike alone please.
[slow piano music]
[Norma] Lizzie.
Lizzie!
[Wayne] Hello Lizzie.
Andrew.
Listen to me please.
You've got to tell my dad what really happened.
Andrew.
Please.
How could you let them do that?
Please.
Just tell him I didn't know.
Lizzie, look!
It's all over okay?
No.
Please, you've got to tell him I'm not a slut.
Please.
Get out of this car!
- Tell him! - Get in the house.
[Lizzie sobbing]
Aye, Curtis.
Keep an eye on that girl.
She's gettin' a name.
A real little goer.
[car speeding off]
[slow piano music]
I just can't go in today, Dulce, I can't.
She told me to put someone else on.
Well just today, Dulce, I can't.
I can't cover for you, love.
You'll lose your job.
Hang on.
Tim!
Tim!
Tim!
Somebody's got to stay with Lizzie, son.
Well I've got two share destructions
I gotta finish working on
or I'll get no work at all from this drill mining run off.
[motorcycle starting]
Would you listen, Miss Cadell, please?
Will you stay with little Liz?
Just for today?
Could you?
Go on, doll.
What's another day to you?
[birds chirping] [insects buzzing]
Oh, bless ya, love.
[Dulcie] Come on, Norm.
Come on.
[car speeding off]
[slow piano music]
[knocking]
[Lizzie] Go away.
Oh, leave me alone, Gran.
It's not your gran, she had to go to work.
[Lizzie groaning]
[slow piano music]
Lizzie?
What?
For what it's worth,
I believe you.
[slow piano music]
[water flowing] [birds chirping]
I was so stupid, wasn't I?
I didn't do one thing to them.
I just sort of sat alone.
And talked and that.
[sobbing]
Andrew.
[sobbing]
He said he loved me.
Lizzie, it wasn't you.
It wasn't Lizzie Curtis.
It was just a woman, anybody.
[birds chirping] [water flowing]
I think I might go for a swim.
[birds chirping] [water flowing]
[splashing]
Oh!
[chuckling]
It's lovely, isn't it?
You must be rich.
Why?
I don't know.
Just the way you talk.
How you're traveling around for no reason.
And you're not...
You're not careful.
No, maybe I've never had to be.
Have you got a boyfriend?
Yes, a long, suffering boyfriend.
[Lizzie] Then how come you're traveling around
on your own then?
Sorry.
No, that's alright.
He had to work and,
I wanted some time on my own.
[slow piano music]
Does he love you?
Well don't you want to get married?
Uh huh.
I am getting on, you know?
Yeah.
[gasping] [splashing]
[laughing]
Do you think I should be careful and say yes, Lizzie?
I don't know.
Perhaps I will.
Careful and very respectable.
Then no more motorbikes.
I'll drive a tank.
And have a big house.
With curtains and bars on the windows.
Champagne on the terrace.
[Asta] Oh, drunk every night.
Even go to the hairdressers.
I'll have to get a facelift at 40.
Gentlemen will kiss your hand.
Lizzie, when I meet a gentleman,
he can kiss me wherever he wants.
[slow piano music] [birds chirping]
[motorcycle approaching]
[upbeat music]
Woo!
[upbeat music]
[cash register pinging]
Hi, Liz.
Hi.
[Asta] Have they got anything better to do?
No.
[mimicking motorcycle revving]
That's not a bad bike.
Thank you.
[Man In Hat] What can it do?
Oh, around 190K.
You like something big between your legs, do ya?
If it does 190K.
[laughing]
Now if you don't mind.
[mimicking motorcycle revving]
You're flooding my carbies, mates.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Oh.
Sorry.
Do you wanna go for a ride?
Yeah.
Keys?
Sorry, I only got it back together this morning.
Shift back.
Give her heaps.
[laughing]
[slow, dramatic music]
Oh, oh, oh.
[laughing]
[engine revving]
Hang on tight mate.
Could you all stand back please?
[upbeat music]
[yelling]
[people laughing]
Sorry, I'd thought you'd ridden on a bike before.
Hang on real tight.
[upbeat music]
Woo!
[upbeat music]
[power washer running]
[phone ringing] I'll get it, Gary.
[rock music]
Oh, it won't be long.
Okay then.
Okay, thank you.
Okay, bye bye.
Been riding on the big machine, aye?
You've come on fast, Liz.
They're saying you'll ride anything, aye?
[Gary] How's about a go with old Gazza some time?
Aye?
[chuckling]
[rock music]
[slapping]
[Tim] What's going on?
[rock music]
[Tim] What's going on?
Have you finished that block yet?
[tool clattering]
Well get to it.
[tool clattering]
What's going on?
[Gary] Yeah, ask her.
Bitch.
Okay, so maybe you aren't meant to get into her pants.
Okay.
Leave that.
Put it down.
Here's what I owe you.
Good thing I didn't see you this morning.
Now just get your things and get out.
You're fired.
[birds chirping]
[Tim] Just a minute.
[Gary] You're an asshole, Curtis.
And piss weak as well!
I want an answer.
Yeah, ask her, that'll be right.
You don't believe anything I say anymore, do you?
Anyone but me.
I'm not your little virgin daughter anymore, am I?
Of course I said yes to Jimmy.
I wanted him.
But never mind that, you don't wanna know.
Ask her, go on!
You think I'm a little slut!
[slow piano music] [sobbing]
I don't know what I've been,
what I've been thinking
or
what's wrong with me.
[Lizzie sobbing]
I'm sorry, Liz.
[slow piano music]
I love you.
[Lizzie sobbing] [slow piano music]
Well then.
I don't know.
Maybe I feel what goes on this town
couldn't touch us.
That sort of thing happens to other people.
Not your own family.
But you find out things about yourself
you didn't wanna know.
- Yeah. - Talking about me?
Hello love.
I thought you'd be asleep by now.
How could I be with you two raving under my window?
[chuckling]
- You still going tomorrow? - Uh huh.
First thing in the morning.
[rustling]
What was that?
Do you have to?
Asta's got her own life, Liz.
[rustling]
Hey, hey. You forgot the E.
[spraying]
Hey.
Shh, shut up.
[spraying]
What the hell do you think you're doing?
Shit.
[yelling]
Hey, wait a minute!
Hey, what are you doing?
Hey, what are you gonna do?
Hey, hey.
What are ya--
Hey, what are you gonna do?
[spraying] Hey, what are ya doin'?
Leave me alone.
[spraying]
Hey, Bruce!
Bruce, wait!
[car speeding off]
[laughing]
Hey.
Thanks for what you done.
Hi.
Oh, you're still here.
Good to see you, Lizzie.
How you feelin' love?
Alright.
[Rita] Coming back to work, are ya?
Having a good old gossip, are you?
Talking about me?
No one's talking about you, Lizzie Curtis.
Oh, bullshit.
Of course you're talking about her.
But she's the latest.
Oh, give it up Rita.
Just because a few little sluts in this town
get what they deserve.
Don't worry sweetheart, we're going straight home.
Little sluts?
Is that how you explain it?
You stupid bitch.
Bullshit, Lizzie Curtis.
I've seen at those footy club dances.
You got what was coming to you.
You dumb bitch, Lynn.
What are you lookin' at?
What?
Yeah, you two.
I don't even know what you're talking about.
They're your sons.
They're bloody animals.
Don't talk to me about animals.
What kind of woman is that biker friend there of yours?
Roaming the streets at night and gettin' my son 15 stitches.
Your son goes roaming the streets
at night molesting women.
What kind of a mother are you?
What?
What's she been saying, aye?
Lizzie.
Lizzie, you can't say things like that.
My Bruce has never been in trouble in his life.
Well he's gonna be in trouble now.
And so is your little Steve!
[Norma] Lizzie.
You lying little tart.
[Woman] Slut.
Lizzie!
Lizzie!
Will you really Liz?
Really get them all?
No sense in leaving any out.
Then I will too.
I will if you will.
I'll get 'em Liz.
[Norma] For God's sake, get in the car.
People are gonna claim you're just making it all up.
You've already left it too long.
Dad, we're gonna ring the hospital.
We're getting medical evidence.
Oh.
You leave it to someone else to be brave, Lizzie.
We've gotta put all this behind us.
Look, Liz.
You're not Penny Ross.
She's as hard as nails.
Yeah, used to be.
Yeah.
She tried laying charges.
So?
So people would never talk to her in the street.
She was a joke.
Yeah, I remember you laughing.
It didn't even get to court because,
for God lovers Lizzie, you've already left--
Dad.
Tina?
Look, I know other girls.
Lots of them.
They could easily be doing what I'm gonna do,
but no, everyone just says, "Remember Penny Ross?"
Why don't you just go and hide until the shame goes away?
And nothing ever happens.
Well mum.
I've ironed your dress, love.
[Boy] Aye.
Here they come.
[boys chattering and catcalling]
Now what do we do?
Nothin'.
We stay calm.
Andy? You go home.
You too, mate.
But nobody does a disappearing act, right?
Let's let the Sergeant play.
Policemen will play along.
Now everybody knows what to say?
[all agreeing]
We're gonna need that lawyer again.
It's alright, mate.
We'll get him.
Won't we, Andy?
Yeah.
Dad.
Don't come in.
There's things I have to say that I don't,
I don't want you...
[slow piano music]
[door closing]
[slow piano music]
I said that I would.
You put a dress on.
Maybe I should have got changed too.
I thought you weren't comin', Liz.
[car approaching]
Lorna.
Look, for God's sake.
Yeah.
[slow piano music]
[car starting up]
[slow piano music]
The football season's starting.
We have a Jim Cana soon.
I mean, there's a whole town here.
Something like this could turn neighbors,
households against each other.
I imagine your business could suffer, Mr. Curtis.
It might.
Naturally I feel responsible,
and just because it's my own son apparently involved.
Of course.
Are you here on the capacity of the Curtis'
legal advisor, Miss Cadell?
Oh, I don't know.
Tim, do you want me to go?
Uh, no.
You stay.
Please.
Yes, well, I had hoped, Mr. Curtis,
that you and I might have discussed this
one parent to another.
However, you see, these charges.
Isn't there some way we can resolve this amongst ourselves?
If Lizzie really feels she was wronged.
She was wronged, Mrs. Rodolph.
Oh dear.
I'm so sorry, Lizzie darling.
But revenge is...
What?
Well these things happen.
Oh, I don't want to seem unreasonable, but,
how about a holiday, darling?
Or some lovely new clothes.
Don't you want want a holiday, Liz?
Singapore, Disneyland?
Anywhere you want?
Hm?
Lovely new clothes?
How much are you offering in cash, Mrs. Rodolph?
I didn't have a precise figure in mind.
But you are prepared to be very generous?
Of course.
Picking up a little business while you're here, Miss Cadell?
Well let me make one thing very clear.
My family is not going to be dragged through the mud
because of some little factory girl.
Well I think you've made yourself perfectly clear.
[door slamming]
Well that's a taunt.
I'll be right with ya, sarge.
Don't go without me.
You're just gonna take the girl's word for it,
are you, Wal?
A little bit she hops and you jump, aye?
It's my job, gentlemen.
The girl laid charges.
Serious charges.
Now come on Robert.
Move.
He's a working man, you know, Wal.
Out of work, working man.
What's the bail?
Bail?
You all know that's not up to me.
Hey fellas.
Reckon we'd better have a whip around
and start a fighting fund.
[laughing]
Not a bad idea, Gazza.
Nice one, Gazza.
Alright, take them down and get on with it.
Don't worry about a thing, Danny boy.
We'll see you right.
No worries.
Six she reckons.
Ought to be grateful.
Catch ya's later.
Just because a few lads act like nature intended.
She reckons six.
Maybe she's just skating. [laughing]
[Gary] Any more for the fighting fund?
Come on you blokes.
[Man] Now here's the man we want to see.
Oh God.
Now you lot settle down.
G'day.
Wal.
Listen, I, I wouldn't come in here if I was you.
Probably, Wal.
Look, I believe your girl's story, alright?
I believe her, and I'm real sorry.
But you coming down here?
What's that gonna prove?
I just want a beer.
I haven't had one for 20 years.
[soft country music]
Yeah, what is this Tim?
What's going on?
I don't Earl, suppose you tell me.
Now don't be a smart ass, Tim boy.
Didn't you see the coppers?
Had my son and those other blokes under arrest.
Give us a glass, please, Beth.
Nothing new on that call.
Your boy's been arrested before.
Bloody hell, Tim, this is serious.
You're right, it is.
Now come on Tim.
No hard feelings.
Man to man, old son.
Your girl, what's her name?
Lizzie.
Watch what you say, Phil.
Aye, you're dozy, Tim boy.
You're the last to know.
Caught her coming home this time, did ya?
Yeah my little Steve, he's a good boy.
He hasn't been in any trouble before.
Your good boy, eh?
Your good boy probably held my Lizzie down.
All those other good boys--
Doesn't need any holding down from what I hear.
[grunting]
[hitting] [yelling]
[yelling]
[yelling] [hitting]
Alright, gentlemen, right-o.
You two, outside.
The rest of ya, be your age and settle down.
Right?
[heavy breathing]
Happy?
You do your drinking at home for a bit, aye?
I didn't come here looking for trouble.
Get your girl to drop it, Tim.
[slow piano music]
[spitting]
[laughing]
Anyway.
"Where is me dinner?" he says.
"I'm tired," I say.
"You'll just have to get your own."
Well you should have seen him.
"Not enough a man's got to ask you for me drinking money,"
he says, "and can't even get his dinner."
Hasn't he heard of women's liberate?
- You're a career woman, love. - Oh yeah that'd be right.
So then he says, he says, "If you won't get me me dinner,
"I ain't gonna rooch us no more
"and I'll find myself a real woman."
Go on, he'd never.
Blood oath, he did.
So what'd you do, Rita?
Got him his dinner.
[laughing]
[Tina] Oh yeah, what can you do?
Well, I wasn't gonna miss out.
I've been thinking about it all day.
Oh Rita.
Oh look at little miss sweet.
Go on, you like a bit when it's nice, don't ya?
Well it's nice. [chuckling]
[birds chirping]
What happened, dad?
Nothing.
[women laughing]
Why don't you get a hold of that detective bloke.
Alright.
Let's take 'em down.
You know.
Dad.
[honking]
Should I get that?
No.
Yeah, would you?
Please, love.
[women laughing]
That was Betty on the phone down at the pub.
She reckons all the boys will be back
on the streets within the hour.
Oh yeah.
Seems Mrs. Bloody Rodolph's gone on bond.
And get this?
The blokes at the pub passed a hat around.
A big joke. [laughing]
[slow, dramatic music]
[people cheering]
[slow, dramatic music]
The justice of the peace has been apprised of the
facts and bail has been approved and posted.
I want an injunction restraining any of these men
from coming anywhere near the Curtis house
and specifically, Miss Curtis herself.
Oh do ya?
Well that's coming on a bit strong, isn't it?
I mean.
Jesus, how far is she gonna take this?
This time you're going to jail.
Did you hear that?
Did you hear what she said?
Yeah, I heard.
Our blokes are gonna run rings around her, aye?
She's done this before mate.
- You can tell. - She just sounds good.
Right, she's got you scared, has she?
Oh, Wayne's just pissed his pants.
[laughing]
Come on, let's go to the pub.
Might be best to get out of town for a bit.
Yeah, until things quiet down.
She can go to your sister down in Esperance.
Sure, they'd love that.
That's really admitting they've got you scared.
You should be scared.
Give her a break, Asta.
Why?
Do you think they're gonna give her a break out there?
Do you wanna hear some pretty stories about women
who have laid charges?
Well anyway, I'm not scared.
Well not with you around.
But what about you, Lizzie?
What about you sticking up for yourself?
- I can. - Can you?
What if there's no one?
I think you'd just freeze up.
No, I wouldn't.
Oh you'll be ready, aye?
- Hey, Lizzie. - Stop it.
Pretty little Lizzie.
- You should cut it out, Asta. - Stop it.
No.
Stop it!
You can't count on anyone Lizzie.
- Come on, fight back! - No, stop it!
Alright.
You can't count on anyone, Lizzie.
[slapping]
Yeah, at least like that.
[slow piano music]
And smile.
He thinks he's got you, right?
Lift your knee up right into his balls,
do you understand?
That's gonna hurt him badly.
And your hands, Lizzie.
These little hands.
You can do a lot with them.
Dig in here, in the windpipe, and just pull hard.
Alright?
Or else just go for the eyes.
Just go for the eyes.
- The eyes? - You heard me.
I didn't bring her up for this.
Do you think I like it?
Do you think I like watching every shadow
and jumping at every sound?
[slow piano music]
Alright.
Now, he's got you.
He's got you like this, alright?
Oh, Asta.
Asta.
What if there's six?
I don't know, Lizzie.
[country music]
[honking]
Hi Melina.
Here we are.
Well, we going in?
We are.
Yous fellas can do what you like.
[car approaching]
Get us some more beer, rich boy.
You don't have to--
Alright.
And some smokes!
Hi Danny.
Me and Rachel aren't doing anything tonight.
[boys laughing]
Yeah?
[country music]
Well.
What a night, aye?
Saturday night.
Aye.
Cheer up, little Stevie, mate.
Now listen, it'll be the children's call for you anyways,
so forget it.
G'day, Danny mate.
Cradle snatching tonight, aye?
[laughing]
[Wayne] Piss off.
Aye, Susan.
[country music]
Do you wanna dance, Steve?
Oh shit.
[country music]
Can we come?
[country music]
[insects buzzing]
Hey Asta.
Take a whiff of this.
Isn't that beautiful?
Mmm, yeah.
I used to wear that scent when I was about 18.
I was wearing it when I told his father.
Oh.
[insects buzzing]
Funny to think people have been walking on her
up there, aye?
God, I'd love to do that.
[Lizzie] Gran.
[chuckling]
Yeah.
Walking on the moon.
I have dreams about it.
[insects buzzing]
[men chattering]
Where'd you go, mate?
I was supposed to be meeting these birds
down the sports ground and they never showed.
Here you go, boys.
[men chattering]
[Dave] Something's got into these women.
[Wayne] Something?
Bloody Lizzie Curtis.
The whole family think they're bloody Christmas.
Aw, stuff 'em.
Stuff 'em all on.
Why don't we go for a little drive?
It's a nice night.
[men agreeing]
[men chattering]
[insects chirping]
[slow, dramatic music]
[cars approaching]
[dramatic music]
Shit.
[clattering]
[crashing]
[dramatic music] [men yelling]
[Tim] What's going on?
Get Norma!
[men yelling]
Lizzie, get dressed.
Stay low and keep your lights off.
Come on, where's your gran?
[boys yelling] [dramatic music]
[Gary] We hear she turns it on for the boys!
[dramatic music]
[window shattering] [screaming]
[dramatic music]
Come on.
Let's go.
[men yelling] [laughing]
[dramatic music]
[shattering] [screaming]
Come on, come on.
[dramatic music]
[Boy] Hey, hey, over here!
[door slamming]
[hitting]
[Tim] Come on, into the workshop.
[dramatic music] [banging]
[Boy] Hey, hey.
[banging]
[glass shattering]
[men mocking Lizzie]
For God's sake, get Lizzie out of here.
[men mocking Lizzie]
[Tim] Get out of here, you bastards.
[hitting]
Come on, let's get out of here.
Get you at curtains, bastard!
Lizzie.
[men yelling] [dramatic music]
[motorcycle revving]
[dramatic music]
Now, mum!
[dramatic music]
[Wayne yelling]
[dramatic music]
[men yelling]
[tires skidding]
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music]
Go!
Go!
Go!
[men yelling]
Get away, go away!
Go!
Go ahead, mum.
Go!
[men yelling]
Drive back.
I'll send Cuddy, or someone.
Just go!
Go!
[motorcycle approaching]
I knew I shouldn't have gone home.
Oh my god.
You gotta find mum, Tina.
Where's Norma?
I don't know.
They took the truck.
Lizzie.
She's safe, Jim, she's safe.
Oh shit.
We'll go and look for her now.
Take him to the hospital!
Take my car.
Look for Rita, look for anyone.
[motorcycle starting up]
[dramatic music]
There's trouble down at the Curtis place.
What sort of trouble?
The boys have been there.
Ross, we're going by the river.
You go by the rail way!
Right-o, doll.
[dramatic music]
Alright?
Alright, Dulce.
[dramatic music]
[police sirens blaring]
[dramatic music]
You bloody burnt me, you old bitch!
You dirt licking bastards!
Well what are we gonna do with her?
You're gonna do nothing!
Bastards!
I'm gonna get you!
Name every one of ya's!
Fighting back, aye, you grandma?
[spitting]
[Norma grunting]
I'll tell what we're gonna do with her.
Get her out of the truck.
She's gonna go blabbing.
We'll give her something to really blab about.
Get her out, mate.
I see where Lizzie gets it from.
Yeah, she was a real tiger, aye?
Shut up, shut up!
Ah shit, she bit me!
[horn honking] [men yelling]
[men yelling] [Norma screaming]
Bridge.
The railway bridge.
[Norma screaming]
Now don't do that again, granny.
Making all that noise.
Don't you wanna have a bit of fun?
[motorcycle approaching]
[Boy] Holy shit.
[boys yelling]
Get up!
[hitting] [grunting]
[yelling]
[dramatic music] [yelling]
[police sirens wailing]
Get off of me, you bastard!
[spitting]
[grunting]
Now do your job, you useless bastard!
[Sergeant Cuddy] Get up!
Let me go you pig!
Let me go!
[women sobbing]
Tim.
Is me son alright?
[sobbing]
It'll be alright, love.
Where is my Lizzie?
She's alright.
I don't know.
Where is she?
[car approaching]
[dramatic music]
[Lizzie screaming]
Help!
Please help!
Shut her up, get her in!
[dramatic music]
[motorcycle approaching]
[insects buzzing]
[Tina] Lizzie!
[Asta] Lizzie!
[insects buzzing]
Well where are we going, for Christ's sake?
Shut up.
Ow!
Help!
[Lizzie screaming] Shut her up.
The bitch bit me!
[Danny] Shut her up.
[grunting]
They wonder why you're a weak turd!
[hitting] [grunting]
[Lizzie screaming]
[dramatic music] Stop it!
Stop the car! Stop it!
Danny, Danny, stop the car!
[motorcycle approaching]
[people chattering]
[insects buzzing] [people chattering]
We can go out in the morning
and look for her as soon as it's light.
[people chattering] [insects buzzing]
Stand back, there now, stand back, please.
They say they've been at the Rodolph place since nine.
Ha.
Yeah, come on.
Gavin! Gavin!
Now look, will you stand back, please?
Gavin!
Now clear the way here.
Where is she?
Can we get on with this, Sergeant?
Shut up.
Where is she?
She?
Who's she?
[slow, dramatic music]
We've just been having a few drinks
at my place, Miss Cadell.
Ask my mother.
Tell me or I'll break ya neck.
[laughing]
Yeah?
You and whose army?
Now get out of my way, you mad dyke.
[hitting]
[Man] Oh, Jesus.
You cunt.
[dramatic music]
Women.
Lousy, stickin' cunts!
[hitting]
[grunting]
[choking]
[Man] Get her off him, Cuddy.
[choking]
[Andrew] Stop it!
She'll kill him.
[people chattering]
[choking]
[Tina] No, Asta, you'll kill him.
It wasn't meant to happen.
We just wanted to--
[Mrs. Rodolph] Andrew.
[Andrew] The road.
The quarry.
The road down by the quarry.
[Mrs. Rodolph] Do not say one more word, Andrew!
[motorcycle revving]
It's a pity she didn't finish you off, mate.
[insects buzzing] [cars approaching]
[people chattering] [insects buzzing]
[Asta sobbing]
[slow piano music]
Oh.
[sobbing]
Mother of God.
[slow piano music]
[sobbing] [slow piano music]
[sobbing] [slow piano music]
Are you alright, Rita?
[slow piano music] [sobbing]
[slow piano music] [people chattering]
[insects buzzing] [slow piano music]
Well.
I hope you're bloody satisfied.
No Wal.
We're not bloody satisfied.
Not by a long way.
Mate.
[people chattering]
Sergeant?
I'll be down the police station at nine o'clock.
Okay?
I'll be laying charges.
And this time,
I'm not running away.
Okay?
[slow, dramatic piano music]
[rock ballad music]
[rock ballad music]
[rock ballad music]
[insects buzzing] [soft piano music]
[motorcycle passing] [upbeat music]
[bleating] [tires screeching]
[crashing]
[insects buzzing] [sheep bleating]
Shit.
[people chattering]
[man whistling]
[people chattering]
A large squash, please.
[man chattering on radio]
Thanks.
[cash register pinging]
Do you have any rooms here?
[Cashier] What, to stay?
Yeah, probably just for one night.
[Man] You can stay at my place, love.
Any time you like.
[Cashier] Oh God, I don't know why you'd wanna stay here.
[Man] I got a spare bed, sweetheart.
I'da bet.
Having a little trouble, are you, dear?
You wouldn't wanna stay in a rough joint like this.
I mean, it's, well, it's no place for um...
For a lady.
[laughing]
Now, the bloke to see about your bike is Tim Curtis.
You go down there to the Gamelli turnoff.
You take a left and a right, and you--
Can't miss it.
Yeah.
That's right.
[engine revving]
[Man] Need a push, darling?
[whistling and cat calling]
[clapping] [cheering]
[laughing]
[Asta] Well can you at least tell me what's wrong with it?
Not today, sweetheart.
It's a bit late. [rock music]
Well could I use some of your tools, then?
Hey Tim.
[Tim] Yeah I heard.
Hi.
You know how to do it?
More or less, yeah.
Alright.
Just put things back when you're finished and,
don't make a mess.
Great, thanks a lot.
It's time for you to knock it off, Gary.
Okay.
[insects buzzing]
Nice.
They do a nice motorcycle, the nips.
Yeah, they do.
Well you're gonna get past through it, around here.
Probably have to send a car.
More likely, Perth.
How long will that take?
I don't know.
It could be lucky, tomorrow.
More likely, it'll be the day after.
Terrific.
Yeah, well.
It's beautiful, ain't it?
Just like a clock.
[insects buzzing]
Mr. Curtis?
That sleep out, could I possibly use it tonight?
Please?
Uh.
Yeah, alright.
I mean, I'll pay for it.
No, no, no.
I'll just tell my mum.
[Asta] Thank you.
[insects buzzing]
[bag crumpling]
Whatever possessed you to do a thing like that?
God almighty, Tim.
[door slamming]
Hello.
Out the way.
[clearing throat]
Hungry, are ya?
Well we can't feed ya.
Sorry, but we're too busy.
It's quite alright, really.
There's a caf in town.
You can get something there.
If you're hungry.
Look, I can do this, really.
Yeah?
Alright then.
And go easy on the water.
[door slamming]
[insects buzzing]
[water running]
[insects buzzing]
[truck approaching]
Here we are.
So come, let's just you lean on me.
You need a good rest.
That's what the doctor said.
Alright, my darling.
You can be tucked up in your own bed.
[slow, melancholy piano music]
[insects buzzing]
[people chattering]
[Tim] God knows what happens at those dances.
For God sake!
You're her father.
She's your own daughter.
[insects buzzing]
[women chattering]
[Lizzie] I can hear every word you're saying, you know.
Lizzie!
Lizzie!
[sobbing]
Don't be frightened.
It's alright.
It's okay.
No.
Tell them to stop.
Hey, come here.
Tell them to stop.
[sobbing]
No.
They just go on and on.
They won't stop, tell them.
Please.
Stop.
[sobbing]
[laughing]
[people chattering] [video game music]
[cash register pinging]
Hi.
Uh, can I have the hamburger with everything
and a choco malted?
When you can manage it.
[people chattering] [video game music]
You this busy every night?
What?
Are you this busy every night?
Oh, yeah.
It's where the elite meet to beat.
Mel, where's the burgers, baby?
Come on, go, go, go.
Drop dead!
Two more of them to go, Mel.
[people chattering]
G'day.
Hello.
[people chattering] [video game music]
You know, I got to admit, she scrubs up alright.
For an old chick.
[laughing]
And that looks pretty butch in them trousers, bud.
I wonder how she'd go in a dress.
Hey, butch.
You own a dress?
Not in your size.
[laughing]
What do you think you're doing?
- [Boy] What? - You knocked my bloody chair.
I didn't mean to knock your bloody chair, mate.
[Dave] Yeah, well, you can say you're sorry.
No.
I don't say sorry, Davey boy.
Sorry.
[laughing]
What's wrong with him, Lorna?
Shut up.
Aw, Dave, can't a bloke even talk
to your little sister no more?
They're too good for us, Wayne.
Aye big Dave.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo.
[upbeat country rock music]
How you doin' Lorna?
I haven't seen you around much lately.
You doing anything Saturday night?
If yous dickheads are gonna fight,
will yous get outside and do it, thank you.
[upbeat country rock music]
I could spread you all over this fucking shop, mate.
[laughing]
[Wayne] See you around, Butch.
[upbeat country rock music]
Go and have a go Danny.
[laughing]
Hi.
Hello.
So you found Tim Curtis' alright?
- Hm? - At the pub.
Heard Sergeant Cuddy telling you how to get there.
Oh right, yeah. Found it.
Listen.
We're just going down to the pub.
I wondered if you'd like to come along?
Thanks, but it's been a long day, and...
Oh go on, just a quick one, aye?
No, really. Thank you.
Just trying to be friendly.
Yeah, I know.
Good night.
[Boy] I'll see you around maybe.
[Asta] Maybe.
- Good night. - Night.
[dogs barking]
[honking]
Gary?
Gary?
- [Gary] Yeah? - Pumps.
[Gary] Right-o.
Yeah, look, I'm after some parts for a 750 Suzuki.
- Katana. - Katana.
G'day, Gethrop.
Fill 'er up.
Yeah, well have you got any?
Well are you the bloke in charge?
Look, I'll wait.
You go and get the boss.
Wal.
How's it going Tim?
How's the family?
- Okay. - That's good to hear.
I'm on the phone Wal.
Yeah, sure.
I'll just have a word with the lass.
Tim lookin' after ya?
Yeah, thank you.
Hm, told ya.
Of course, visitors are always welcome here in Ginborak.
[chuckling]
Well I'm very relieved to hear that.
Traveling alone, are ya?
Apparently.
We asked her for a beer last night, sarge,
but she wouldn't be in it.
You checked my oil and water, Gazza?
Right-o, right-o.
- [Tim] Miss Cadell? - Yeah?
On the train tonight.
- Great, thank you. - It's gonna cost a bit though.
Heh, Sorry.
All fixed up then, aye?
Put a bit of a hole in your holiday though, aye?
Eh.
What are you going to do with yourself all day?
Mr. Curtis, can I borrow this bike?
[Tim] Sure.
I suppose it'll be alright.
You, if you wanna go somewhere, I'll give you a lift.
No trouble.
[upbeat music]
Aw shit!
G'day.
Glad you came along.
I haven't had much luck with bikes lately.
[rattling]
What are you doing out this way?
Just sort of looking 'round?
Yeah, I suppose something like that.
[insects buzzing]
You work?
Yep.
Sort of an office job.
Right.
My wife, she works at the Meat Works.
I'm a row shredder meself.
No.
Can't complain.
Most blokes around here ain't got nothin'.
Yeah.
So you work at night?
Yeah.
Yeah, I work at night.
[Asta] Must be tough on your wife.
[motorcycle approaching]
[honking]
[rock music]
G'day Butch!
[rock music]
Hey Ross.
Hey there.
How's Penny these days?
[laughing]
[tires squealing]
You bastards!
[yelling]
[yelling]
[hitting] [grunting]
Stop, that's enough!
[hitting] [yelling]
Stop it!
[Ross groaning]
He's a bloody madman.
Leave him alone, go on.
[groaning]
We'd better get him home.
Come on mate.
Piss off!
[insects buzzing]
See,
she used to go down to the club when I was workin'.
You can't blame her for that much, can you?
Why Penny, she likes a bit of company.
A few laughs, a few drinks.
Well she likes a good time.
Why not?
Well they give her that alright.
Stupid
bitch.
She tries to lay charges.
People say, "Charges?
Penny rights everyone, though.
What's a man supposed to do?"
Blokes look at me in the street.
Down at the club.
Laugh.
[insects buzzing]
[machines whirring]
God in heaven, Ross, what have you been doing?
I want my wife, Dulcie.
Yeah, alright, wait here.
[machines whirring]
Goodness me.
We haven't been in the wars, haven't we, Ross?
What happened?
It's nothing.
I'm alright.
I've come to get my wife.
Oh God.
[Mrs. Rodolph] Penny dear, he won't say what happened.
We gotta go, mum.
Money.
Doesn't look as though he'll be able to
come to work tonight.
Dulcie, Norma Curtis and Lizzie off again today?
Some kind of tummy wop, I think.
Looks like she'll want the day off as well.
You ought to control that boy of yours, Mrs. Rodolph.
Don't start all that again, Ross.
You both think you can do what you like to us.
I'd be very careful of what I said, Ross, if I were you.
You stop and listen to me, you bitch.
[yelling]
Andrew.
Who the hell are you?
[machines whirring]
Dulcie?
Pay those two off.
Yes, Mrs. Rodolph.
The rest of yous, back to work.
[insects buzzing]
[insects buzzing]
[people chattering]
[Tim] For all I know, she's been sleeping around
since she had Jimmy Dickinson.
Don't come near me, mate.
Tina!
Why don't you talk some sense in him?
He seems to think you're bloody Christmas.
[insects buzzing]
[door slamming]
[truck starting up]
Yeah, that'll be right, go on, get out!
Have a wink to your mates.
You're pathetic!
It's a bloody war crime now.
Shit.
[insects buzzing]
How much that bod cost ya?
I don't know, it was a present.
[Tina] I hope you're right.
Now you're piss farting around the countryside?
On a holiday.
Mhm, seeing how the other half lives, you know.
No.
I don't.
[insects buzzing]
You're gonna fix it yourself?
[Asta] Yep.
Where'd you learn to do all that?
A motorcycle engine is completely logical.
I find it makes a nice change from people.
[insects buzzing]
Aye.
Why'd you wanna stick your nose in all that today at the Works?
Hi, Liz.
[Asta] Hello.
Where's dad?
He went out, love.
Yeah.
[insects buzzing]
Well?
That was the boss, you know?
Was her precious bloody son.
[insects buzzing]
You were right.
He had it comin'.
You see,
you can just get on this fancy motorbike and piss off.
You don't have to work out there.
So what, so you just let them walk all over you?
It's that or you don't work, smarty.
Except maybe on your back.
[Asta] Sounds like the same thing to me.
Yeah?
Oh, it's not your worry, is it?
No, you can all rot for all I care.
Ha!
Did you really punch Andrew Rodolph?
It was more of a slap actually.
Can you tell me where the railway station is?
[Tina] It's near my place.
I'll show you.
Liz, I don't--
Might do you good to get out of the house, yeah, Lizzie?
I suppose it'll be alright with the three of us.
Fat?
How could you get fat bouncing around on
that bloody bike?
I don't know, but I do.
I wear trousers all the time in this heat.
Thrush.
Yeah.
Then there's the crick neck and the sunburn
and insects.
So why do you do it?
It's a lot of fun.
Jeez, you wouldn't get me on one of those bikes
for a million bloody bucks.
[honking]
Oh, Lizzie.
I'm going home.
[dog barking]
How many of them were there?
Which?
Well it's not too hard to work out what happened.
Yeah, well I'd just mind my own business if I were you.
Okay?
[dog barking]
[Tina] Oh, you know, Tim and me.
On again, off again.
His wife pissed off on him about seven years ago.
He reckons he got the rough end of the stick.
And did he?
Yeah, I reckon.
She ran off with some bloke she reckon had
more get up and go.
If you get the idea.
And I suppose he's been hurting ever since?
Right.
Aw, you know how it is with men.
They just need one thing, one woman, to go wrong,
and then they've got an excuse.
I think it's their mothers.
[laughing]
[honking]
Yeah well anyway. [tires screeching]
We'll see.
Oh God.
Here we go.
Do you want something?
Yeah, you wanna give it to us, honey?
You couldn't cope with me, boy.
So why don't you just piss off?
- Oh geez. - Oh yes ma'am.
Whatever you reckon.
Just kids.
You didn't know that.
[insects buzzing]
[train whistle blowing]
Nice little place.
- You reckon? - Yeah.
It used to be my mum's 'til she died.
You wanna come in and have a cuppa?
You got time.
The station's just over that way.
Look, thanks, Tina,
but I've gotta go and pick up my spare parts.
I'll tell you what, I wouldn't mind a few
spare parts myself.
I know what you mean.
Aye.
Anyways, see ya.
Be careful, okay?
Bye.
[slow piano music]
[doorknob rattling]
[slow, dramatic music]
[dramatic music]
[whistling]
She's getting away, grab her!
[dramatic music]
[Asta breathing heavily]
[dramatic music]
Playing hard to get, aye?
Now that your friend isn't here,
you get us all to yourself.
Tonight's the night, sweetheart.
Bloody grab her!
What are you doing, for Christ's sake?
[dramatic music]
[hitting] [yelling]
Shit.
[hitting] [yelling]
[shattering] [yelling]
[heavy breathing]
What the hell were you doing down there anyway?
What has that got to do with it?
What were you doing there?
Picking up a parcel, if you must know.
Oh well, couldn't it have waited until the morning?
No, I am a citizen.
I have every right to do whatever--
Do you think I've got nothing better to do
than to run around these streets day and night
nurse mating bloody fools like you?
Now I'm a fool?
We're talking about four boys.
Boys.
Having a bit of fun.
Hey girls, what do you do for a bit of fun?
Don't get smart with me, girly.
Just stay off the street.
They're down at the hospital.
Steve Hemingway's got 15 stitches in his arm and face.
I could charge you.
Charge me?
And when will you start on the fun loving boys?
Driving under age, driving with a blood alcohol
above the prescribed limit,
negligent driving,
conspiracy, uh, attempted abduction, assault.
- Good on ya love. - Yeah.
Well, well.
A bit of a bush lawyer, are we?
A barrister, as a matter of fact.
Yeah, well. [chuckling]
Pretty funny bloody barrister.
Eh?
Yes.
Sergeant.
Well you can rest assured I'll be speaking
to the fathers of the boys first thing in the morning.
And that's it, a little chat?
No, I might have to kick a few bums as well.
Alright, let's talk about you.
Failure to act on a legitimate complaint,
dereliction of duty--
Alright miss barrister.
You wanna lay charges?
No, forget it.
I couldn't be bothered.
[soft country music] [people chattering]
[hitting]
Shit.
[hitting]
[insects buzzing]
[hitting]
[insects buzzing]
[insects buzzing] [birds chirping]
Gas and check the lot Danny mate?
Yeah, five bucks.
Morning.
You got her all fixed, aye?
You must've worked all night.
Why are you in such a big hurry, Asta?
You know, I'll be really sorry to see you
just disappear.
Leave my bike alone please.
[slow piano music]
[Norma] Lizzie.
Lizzie!
[Wayne] Hello Lizzie.
Andrew.
Listen to me please.
You've got to tell my dad what really happened.
Andrew.
Please.
How could you let them do that?
Please.
Just tell him I didn't know.
Lizzie, look!
It's all over okay?
No.
Please, you've got to tell him I'm not a slut.
Please.
Get out of this car!
- Tell him! - Get in the house.
[Lizzie sobbing]
Aye, Curtis.
Keep an eye on that girl.
She's gettin' a name.
A real little goer.
[car speeding off]
[slow piano music]
I just can't go in today, Dulce, I can't.
She told me to put someone else on.
Well just today, Dulce, I can't.
I can't cover for you, love.
You'll lose your job.
Hang on.
Tim!
Tim!
Tim!
Somebody's got to stay with Lizzie, son.
Well I've got two share destructions
I gotta finish working on
or I'll get no work at all from this drill mining run off.
[motorcycle starting]
Would you listen, Miss Cadell, please?
Will you stay with little Liz?
Just for today?
Could you?
Go on, doll.
What's another day to you?
[birds chirping] [insects buzzing]
Oh, bless ya, love.
[Dulcie] Come on, Norm.
Come on.
[car speeding off]
[slow piano music]
[knocking]
[Lizzie] Go away.
Oh, leave me alone, Gran.
It's not your gran, she had to go to work.
[Lizzie groaning]
[slow piano music]
Lizzie?
What?
For what it's worth,
I believe you.
[slow piano music]
[water flowing] [birds chirping]
I was so stupid, wasn't I?
I didn't do one thing to them.
I just sort of sat alone.
And talked and that.
[sobbing]
Andrew.
[sobbing]
He said he loved me.
Lizzie, it wasn't you.
It wasn't Lizzie Curtis.
It was just a woman, anybody.
[birds chirping] [water flowing]
I think I might go for a swim.
[birds chirping] [water flowing]
[splashing]
Oh!
[chuckling]
It's lovely, isn't it?
You must be rich.
Why?
I don't know.
Just the way you talk.
How you're traveling around for no reason.
And you're not...
You're not careful.
No, maybe I've never had to be.
Have you got a boyfriend?
Yes, a long, suffering boyfriend.
[Lizzie] Then how come you're traveling around
on your own then?
Sorry.
No, that's alright.
He had to work and,
I wanted some time on my own.
[slow piano music]
Does he love you?
Well don't you want to get married?
Uh huh.
I am getting on, you know?
Yeah.
[gasping] [splashing]
[laughing]
Do you think I should be careful and say yes, Lizzie?
I don't know.
Perhaps I will.
Careful and very respectable.
Then no more motorbikes.
I'll drive a tank.
And have a big house.
With curtains and bars on the windows.
Champagne on the terrace.
[Asta] Oh, drunk every night.
Even go to the hairdressers.
I'll have to get a facelift at 40.
Gentlemen will kiss your hand.
Lizzie, when I meet a gentleman,
he can kiss me wherever he wants.
[slow piano music] [birds chirping]
[motorcycle approaching]
[upbeat music]
Woo!
[upbeat music]
[cash register pinging]
Hi, Liz.
Hi.
[Asta] Have they got anything better to do?
No.
[mimicking motorcycle revving]
That's not a bad bike.
Thank you.
[Man In Hat] What can it do?
Oh, around 190K.
You like something big between your legs, do ya?
If it does 190K.
[laughing]
Now if you don't mind.
[mimicking motorcycle revving]
You're flooding my carbies, mates.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Oh.
Sorry.
Do you wanna go for a ride?
Yeah.
Keys?
Sorry, I only got it back together this morning.
Shift back.
Give her heaps.
[laughing]
[slow, dramatic music]
Oh, oh, oh.
[laughing]
[engine revving]
Hang on tight mate.
Could you all stand back please?
[upbeat music]
[yelling]
[people laughing]
Sorry, I'd thought you'd ridden on a bike before.
Hang on real tight.
[upbeat music]
Woo!
[upbeat music]
[power washer running]
[phone ringing] I'll get it, Gary.
[rock music]
Oh, it won't be long.
Okay then.
Okay, thank you.
Okay, bye bye.
Been riding on the big machine, aye?
You've come on fast, Liz.
They're saying you'll ride anything, aye?
[Gary] How's about a go with old Gazza some time?
Aye?
[chuckling]
[rock music]
[slapping]
[Tim] What's going on?
[rock music]
[Tim] What's going on?
Have you finished that block yet?
[tool clattering]
Well get to it.
[tool clattering]
What's going on?
[Gary] Yeah, ask her.
Bitch.
Okay, so maybe you aren't meant to get into her pants.
Okay.
Leave that.
Put it down.
Here's what I owe you.
Good thing I didn't see you this morning.
Now just get your things and get out.
You're fired.
[birds chirping]
[Tim] Just a minute.
[Gary] You're an asshole, Curtis.
And piss weak as well!
I want an answer.
Yeah, ask her, that'll be right.
You don't believe anything I say anymore, do you?
Anyone but me.
I'm not your little virgin daughter anymore, am I?
Of course I said yes to Jimmy.
I wanted him.
But never mind that, you don't wanna know.
Ask her, go on!
You think I'm a little slut!
[slow piano music] [sobbing]
I don't know what I've been,
what I've been thinking
or
what's wrong with me.
[Lizzie sobbing]
I'm sorry, Liz.
[slow piano music]
I love you.
[Lizzie sobbing] [slow piano music]
Well then.
I don't know.
Maybe I feel what goes on this town
couldn't touch us.
That sort of thing happens to other people.
Not your own family.
But you find out things about yourself
you didn't wanna know.
- Yeah. - Talking about me?
Hello love.
I thought you'd be asleep by now.
How could I be with you two raving under my window?
[chuckling]
- You still going tomorrow? - Uh huh.
First thing in the morning.
[rustling]
What was that?
Do you have to?
Asta's got her own life, Liz.
[rustling]
Hey, hey. You forgot the E.
[spraying]
Hey.
Shh, shut up.
[spraying]
What the hell do you think you're doing?
Shit.
[yelling]
Hey, wait a minute!
Hey, what are you doing?
Hey, what are you gonna do?
Hey, hey.
What are ya--
Hey, what are you gonna do?
[spraying] Hey, what are ya doin'?
Leave me alone.
[spraying]
Hey, Bruce!
Bruce, wait!
[car speeding off]
[laughing]
Hey.
Thanks for what you done.
Hi.
Oh, you're still here.
Good to see you, Lizzie.
How you feelin' love?
Alright.
[Rita] Coming back to work, are ya?
Having a good old gossip, are you?
Talking about me?
No one's talking about you, Lizzie Curtis.
Oh, bullshit.
Of course you're talking about her.
But she's the latest.
Oh, give it up Rita.
Just because a few little sluts in this town
get what they deserve.
Don't worry sweetheart, we're going straight home.
Little sluts?
Is that how you explain it?
You stupid bitch.
Bullshit, Lizzie Curtis.
I've seen at those footy club dances.
You got what was coming to you.
You dumb bitch, Lynn.
What are you lookin' at?
What?
Yeah, you two.
I don't even know what you're talking about.
They're your sons.
They're bloody animals.
Don't talk to me about animals.
What kind of woman is that biker friend there of yours?
Roaming the streets at night and gettin' my son 15 stitches.
Your son goes roaming the streets
at night molesting women.
What kind of a mother are you?
What?
What's she been saying, aye?
Lizzie.
Lizzie, you can't say things like that.
My Bruce has never been in trouble in his life.
Well he's gonna be in trouble now.
And so is your little Steve!
[Norma] Lizzie.
You lying little tart.
[Woman] Slut.
Lizzie!
Lizzie!
Will you really Liz?
Really get them all?
No sense in leaving any out.
Then I will too.
I will if you will.
I'll get 'em Liz.
[Norma] For God's sake, get in the car.
People are gonna claim you're just making it all up.
You've already left it too long.
Dad, we're gonna ring the hospital.
We're getting medical evidence.
Oh.
You leave it to someone else to be brave, Lizzie.
We've gotta put all this behind us.
Look, Liz.
You're not Penny Ross.
She's as hard as nails.
Yeah, used to be.
Yeah.
She tried laying charges.
So?
So people would never talk to her in the street.
She was a joke.
Yeah, I remember you laughing.
It didn't even get to court because,
for God lovers Lizzie, you've already left--
Dad.
Tina?
Look, I know other girls.
Lots of them.
They could easily be doing what I'm gonna do,
but no, everyone just says, "Remember Penny Ross?"
Why don't you just go and hide until the shame goes away?
And nothing ever happens.
Well mum.
I've ironed your dress, love.
[Boy] Aye.
Here they come.
[boys chattering and catcalling]
Now what do we do?
Nothin'.
We stay calm.
Andy? You go home.
You too, mate.
But nobody does a disappearing act, right?
Let's let the Sergeant play.
Policemen will play along.
Now everybody knows what to say?
[all agreeing]
We're gonna need that lawyer again.
It's alright, mate.
We'll get him.
Won't we, Andy?
Yeah.
Dad.
Don't come in.
There's things I have to say that I don't,
I don't want you...
[slow piano music]
[door closing]
[slow piano music]
I said that I would.
You put a dress on.
Maybe I should have got changed too.
I thought you weren't comin', Liz.
[car approaching]
Lorna.
Look, for God's sake.
Yeah.
[slow piano music]
[car starting up]
[slow piano music]
The football season's starting.
We have a Jim Cana soon.
I mean, there's a whole town here.
Something like this could turn neighbors,
households against each other.
I imagine your business could suffer, Mr. Curtis.
It might.
Naturally I feel responsible,
and just because it's my own son apparently involved.
Of course.
Are you here on the capacity of the Curtis'
legal advisor, Miss Cadell?
Oh, I don't know.
Tim, do you want me to go?
Uh, no.
You stay.
Please.
Yes, well, I had hoped, Mr. Curtis,
that you and I might have discussed this
one parent to another.
However, you see, these charges.
Isn't there some way we can resolve this amongst ourselves?
If Lizzie really feels she was wronged.
She was wronged, Mrs. Rodolph.
Oh dear.
I'm so sorry, Lizzie darling.
But revenge is...
What?
Well these things happen.
Oh, I don't want to seem unreasonable, but,
how about a holiday, darling?
Or some lovely new clothes.
Don't you want want a holiday, Liz?
Singapore, Disneyland?
Anywhere you want?
Hm?
Lovely new clothes?
How much are you offering in cash, Mrs. Rodolph?
I didn't have a precise figure in mind.
But you are prepared to be very generous?
Of course.
Picking up a little business while you're here, Miss Cadell?
Well let me make one thing very clear.
My family is not going to be dragged through the mud
because of some little factory girl.
Well I think you've made yourself perfectly clear.
[door slamming]
Well that's a taunt.
I'll be right with ya, sarge.
Don't go without me.
You're just gonna take the girl's word for it,
are you, Wal?
A little bit she hops and you jump, aye?
It's my job, gentlemen.
The girl laid charges.
Serious charges.
Now come on Robert.
Move.
He's a working man, you know, Wal.
Out of work, working man.
What's the bail?
Bail?
You all know that's not up to me.
Hey fellas.
Reckon we'd better have a whip around
and start a fighting fund.
[laughing]
Not a bad idea, Gazza.
Nice one, Gazza.
Alright, take them down and get on with it.
Don't worry about a thing, Danny boy.
We'll see you right.
No worries.
Six she reckons.
Ought to be grateful.
Catch ya's later.
Just because a few lads act like nature intended.
She reckons six.
Maybe she's just skating. [laughing]
[Gary] Any more for the fighting fund?
Come on you blokes.
[Man] Now here's the man we want to see.
Oh God.
Now you lot settle down.
G'day.
Wal.
Listen, I, I wouldn't come in here if I was you.
Probably, Wal.
Look, I believe your girl's story, alright?
I believe her, and I'm real sorry.
But you coming down here?
What's that gonna prove?
I just want a beer.
I haven't had one for 20 years.
[soft country music]
Yeah, what is this Tim?
What's going on?
I don't Earl, suppose you tell me.
Now don't be a smart ass, Tim boy.
Didn't you see the coppers?
Had my son and those other blokes under arrest.
Give us a glass, please, Beth.
Nothing new on that call.
Your boy's been arrested before.
Bloody hell, Tim, this is serious.
You're right, it is.
Now come on Tim.
No hard feelings.
Man to man, old son.
Your girl, what's her name?
Lizzie.
Watch what you say, Phil.
Aye, you're dozy, Tim boy.
You're the last to know.
Caught her coming home this time, did ya?
Yeah my little Steve, he's a good boy.
He hasn't been in any trouble before.
Your good boy, eh?
Your good boy probably held my Lizzie down.
All those other good boys--
Doesn't need any holding down from what I hear.
[grunting]
[hitting] [yelling]
[yelling]
[yelling] [hitting]
Alright, gentlemen, right-o.
You two, outside.
The rest of ya, be your age and settle down.
Right?
[heavy breathing]
Happy?
You do your drinking at home for a bit, aye?
I didn't come here looking for trouble.
Get your girl to drop it, Tim.
[slow piano music]
[spitting]
[laughing]
Anyway.
"Where is me dinner?" he says.
"I'm tired," I say.
"You'll just have to get your own."
Well you should have seen him.
"Not enough a man's got to ask you for me drinking money,"
he says, "and can't even get his dinner."
Hasn't he heard of women's liberate?
- You're a career woman, love. - Oh yeah that'd be right.
So then he says, he says, "If you won't get me me dinner,
"I ain't gonna rooch us no more
"and I'll find myself a real woman."
Go on, he'd never.
Blood oath, he did.
So what'd you do, Rita?
Got him his dinner.
[laughing]
[Tina] Oh yeah, what can you do?
Well, I wasn't gonna miss out.
I've been thinking about it all day.
Oh Rita.
Oh look at little miss sweet.
Go on, you like a bit when it's nice, don't ya?
Well it's nice. [chuckling]
[birds chirping]
What happened, dad?
Nothing.
[women laughing]
Why don't you get a hold of that detective bloke.
Alright.
Let's take 'em down.
You know.
Dad.
[honking]
Should I get that?
No.
Yeah, would you?
Please, love.
[women laughing]
That was Betty on the phone down at the pub.
She reckons all the boys will be back
on the streets within the hour.
Oh yeah.
Seems Mrs. Bloody Rodolph's gone on bond.
And get this?
The blokes at the pub passed a hat around.
A big joke. [laughing]
[slow, dramatic music]
[people cheering]
[slow, dramatic music]
The justice of the peace has been apprised of the
facts and bail has been approved and posted.
I want an injunction restraining any of these men
from coming anywhere near the Curtis house
and specifically, Miss Curtis herself.
Oh do ya?
Well that's coming on a bit strong, isn't it?
I mean.
Jesus, how far is she gonna take this?
This time you're going to jail.
Did you hear that?
Did you hear what she said?
Yeah, I heard.
Our blokes are gonna run rings around her, aye?
She's done this before mate.
- You can tell. - She just sounds good.
Right, she's got you scared, has she?
Oh, Wayne's just pissed his pants.
[laughing]
Come on, let's go to the pub.
Might be best to get out of town for a bit.
Yeah, until things quiet down.
She can go to your sister down in Esperance.
Sure, they'd love that.
That's really admitting they've got you scared.
You should be scared.
Give her a break, Asta.
Why?
Do you think they're gonna give her a break out there?
Do you wanna hear some pretty stories about women
who have laid charges?
Well anyway, I'm not scared.
Well not with you around.
But what about you, Lizzie?
What about you sticking up for yourself?
- I can. - Can you?
What if there's no one?
I think you'd just freeze up.
No, I wouldn't.
Oh you'll be ready, aye?
- Hey, Lizzie. - Stop it.
Pretty little Lizzie.
- You should cut it out, Asta. - Stop it.
No.
Stop it!
You can't count on anyone Lizzie.
- Come on, fight back! - No, stop it!
Alright.
You can't count on anyone, Lizzie.
[slapping]
Yeah, at least like that.
[slow piano music]
And smile.
He thinks he's got you, right?
Lift your knee up right into his balls,
do you understand?
That's gonna hurt him badly.
And your hands, Lizzie.
These little hands.
You can do a lot with them.
Dig in here, in the windpipe, and just pull hard.
Alright?
Or else just go for the eyes.
Just go for the eyes.
- The eyes? - You heard me.
I didn't bring her up for this.
Do you think I like it?
Do you think I like watching every shadow
and jumping at every sound?
[slow piano music]
Alright.
Now, he's got you.
He's got you like this, alright?
Oh, Asta.
Asta.
What if there's six?
I don't know, Lizzie.
[country music]
[honking]
Hi Melina.
Here we are.
Well, we going in?
We are.
Yous fellas can do what you like.
[car approaching]
Get us some more beer, rich boy.
You don't have to--
Alright.
And some smokes!
Hi Danny.
Me and Rachel aren't doing anything tonight.
[boys laughing]
Yeah?
[country music]
Well.
What a night, aye?
Saturday night.
Aye.
Cheer up, little Stevie, mate.
Now listen, it'll be the children's call for you anyways,
so forget it.
G'day, Danny mate.
Cradle snatching tonight, aye?
[laughing]
[Wayne] Piss off.
Aye, Susan.
[country music]
Do you wanna dance, Steve?
Oh shit.
[country music]
Can we come?
[country music]
[insects buzzing]
Hey Asta.
Take a whiff of this.
Isn't that beautiful?
Mmm, yeah.
I used to wear that scent when I was about 18.
I was wearing it when I told his father.
Oh.
[insects buzzing]
Funny to think people have been walking on her
up there, aye?
God, I'd love to do that.
[Lizzie] Gran.
[chuckling]
Yeah.
Walking on the moon.
I have dreams about it.
[insects buzzing]
[men chattering]
Where'd you go, mate?
I was supposed to be meeting these birds
down the sports ground and they never showed.
Here you go, boys.
[men chattering]
[Dave] Something's got into these women.
[Wayne] Something?
Bloody Lizzie Curtis.
The whole family think they're bloody Christmas.
Aw, stuff 'em.
Stuff 'em all on.
Why don't we go for a little drive?
It's a nice night.
[men agreeing]
[men chattering]
[insects chirping]
[slow, dramatic music]
[cars approaching]
[dramatic music]
Shit.
[clattering]
[crashing]
[dramatic music] [men yelling]
[Tim] What's going on?
Get Norma!
[men yelling]
Lizzie, get dressed.
Stay low and keep your lights off.
Come on, where's your gran?
[boys yelling] [dramatic music]
[Gary] We hear she turns it on for the boys!
[dramatic music]
[window shattering] [screaming]
[dramatic music]
Come on.
Let's go.
[men yelling] [laughing]
[dramatic music]
[shattering] [screaming]
Come on, come on.
[dramatic music]
[Boy] Hey, hey, over here!
[door slamming]
[hitting]
[Tim] Come on, into the workshop.
[dramatic music] [banging]
[Boy] Hey, hey.
[banging]
[glass shattering]
[men mocking Lizzie]
For God's sake, get Lizzie out of here.
[men mocking Lizzie]
[Tim] Get out of here, you bastards.
[hitting]
Come on, let's get out of here.
Get you at curtains, bastard!
Lizzie.
[men yelling] [dramatic music]
[motorcycle revving]
[dramatic music]
Now, mum!
[dramatic music]
[Wayne yelling]
[dramatic music]
[men yelling]
[tires skidding]
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music]
Go!
Go!
Go!
[men yelling]
Get away, go away!
Go!
Go ahead, mum.
Go!
[men yelling]
Drive back.
I'll send Cuddy, or someone.
Just go!
Go!
[motorcycle approaching]
I knew I shouldn't have gone home.
Oh my god.
You gotta find mum, Tina.
Where's Norma?
I don't know.
They took the truck.
Lizzie.
She's safe, Jim, she's safe.
Oh shit.
We'll go and look for her now.
Take him to the hospital!
Take my car.
Look for Rita, look for anyone.
[motorcycle starting up]
[dramatic music]
There's trouble down at the Curtis place.
What sort of trouble?
The boys have been there.
Ross, we're going by the river.
You go by the rail way!
Right-o, doll.
[dramatic music]
Alright?
Alright, Dulce.
[dramatic music]
[police sirens blaring]
[dramatic music]
You bloody burnt me, you old bitch!
You dirt licking bastards!
Well what are we gonna do with her?
You're gonna do nothing!
Bastards!
I'm gonna get you!
Name every one of ya's!
Fighting back, aye, you grandma?
[spitting]
[Norma grunting]
I'll tell what we're gonna do with her.
Get her out of the truck.
She's gonna go blabbing.
We'll give her something to really blab about.
Get her out, mate.
I see where Lizzie gets it from.
Yeah, she was a real tiger, aye?
Shut up, shut up!
Ah shit, she bit me!
[horn honking] [men yelling]
[men yelling] [Norma screaming]
Bridge.
The railway bridge.
[Norma screaming]
Now don't do that again, granny.
Making all that noise.
Don't you wanna have a bit of fun?
[motorcycle approaching]
[Boy] Holy shit.
[boys yelling]
Get up!
[hitting] [grunting]
[yelling]
[dramatic music] [yelling]
[police sirens wailing]
Get off of me, you bastard!
[spitting]
[grunting]
Now do your job, you useless bastard!
[Sergeant Cuddy] Get up!
Let me go you pig!
Let me go!
[women sobbing]
Tim.
Is me son alright?
[sobbing]
It'll be alright, love.
Where is my Lizzie?
She's alright.
I don't know.
Where is she?
[car approaching]
[dramatic music]
[Lizzie screaming]
Help!
Please help!
Shut her up, get her in!
[dramatic music]
[motorcycle approaching]
[insects buzzing]
[Tina] Lizzie!
[Asta] Lizzie!
[insects buzzing]
Well where are we going, for Christ's sake?
Shut up.
Ow!
Help!
[Lizzie screaming] Shut her up.
The bitch bit me!
[Danny] Shut her up.
[grunting]
They wonder why you're a weak turd!
[hitting] [grunting]
[Lizzie screaming]
[dramatic music] Stop it!
Stop the car! Stop it!
Danny, Danny, stop the car!
[motorcycle approaching]
[people chattering]
[insects buzzing] [people chattering]
We can go out in the morning
and look for her as soon as it's light.
[people chattering] [insects buzzing]
Stand back, there now, stand back, please.
They say they've been at the Rodolph place since nine.
Ha.
Yeah, come on.
Gavin! Gavin!
Now look, will you stand back, please?
Gavin!
Now clear the way here.
Where is she?
Can we get on with this, Sergeant?
Shut up.
Where is she?
She?
Who's she?
[slow, dramatic music]
We've just been having a few drinks
at my place, Miss Cadell.
Ask my mother.
Tell me or I'll break ya neck.
[laughing]
Yeah?
You and whose army?
Now get out of my way, you mad dyke.
[hitting]
[Man] Oh, Jesus.
You cunt.
[dramatic music]
Women.
Lousy, stickin' cunts!
[hitting]
[grunting]
[choking]
[Man] Get her off him, Cuddy.
[choking]
[Andrew] Stop it!
She'll kill him.
[people chattering]
[choking]
[Tina] No, Asta, you'll kill him.
It wasn't meant to happen.
We just wanted to--
[Mrs. Rodolph] Andrew.
[Andrew] The road.
The quarry.
The road down by the quarry.
[Mrs. Rodolph] Do not say one more word, Andrew!
[motorcycle revving]
It's a pity she didn't finish you off, mate.
[insects buzzing] [cars approaching]
[people chattering] [insects buzzing]
[Asta sobbing]
[slow piano music]
Oh.
[sobbing]
Mother of God.
[slow piano music]
[sobbing] [slow piano music]
[sobbing] [slow piano music]
Are you alright, Rita?
[slow piano music] [sobbing]
[slow piano music] [people chattering]
[insects buzzing] [slow piano music]
Well.
I hope you're bloody satisfied.
No Wal.
We're not bloody satisfied.
Not by a long way.
Mate.
[people chattering]
Sergeant?
I'll be down the police station at nine o'clock.
Okay?
I'll be laying charges.
And this time,
I'm not running away.
Okay?
[slow, dramatic piano music]
[rock ballad music]
[rock ballad music]
[rock ballad music]