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- Holden, Australia's own car.

Australia, what's your favorite sport?

- Football.

- Snack?
- Pies.

- Animal?
- Kangaroo.

- And what's
your favorite car, Australia?

- Holden.

- Let me see,
that's football, meat pies,

kangaroos and Holden cars, huh?

- Right.

- Well, you sure
sound like Australia to me!

- We are!

- Well then,
you'd better tell me again,

'cause I just might forget.

- That's football, meat pies,

kangaroos and Holden cars.

- I think
you'd better tell me again.

- In case you're wondering,

this film is brought to
you by football, meat pies,

kangaroos, and Australia's own car.

- An Elizabeth South family

has told of the shocking moment

a police patrol car
plowed into their home.

Witnesses say the vehicle became airborne

moments before the collision.

An investigation has now been launched.

- They're called in
to all kinds of emergencies,

but today, police responded
to one of their own,

a patrol car in the front bedroom

of an Elizabeth South home.

Police say two officers
were patrolling the area

just before 11 o'clock this morning,

when they spotted a man and woman arguing

out the front of their
home on Underdown Road.

Police say they'll now look
at a number of factors,

including half after the
patrol car was traveling at

and whether its brakes failed
in the lead up to the crash.

- You sure you know what
you're doing there, mate?

- No one was injured.
- What about your shit, mate?

- The two officers involved

are experienced policemen and
have have provided statements.

The driver was breath tested for alcohol

and returned a negative reading.

The vehicle will now be examined

as part of the investigation.

- Hey.
- Kaziah Sullivan, 9 News.

- Sometimes, the walls run into you.

- What was that, mate?

- Is it rolling?

- Yeah, mate.

- Interview one with Brock
Barnes at Lyell McEwin Hospital.

May 1st, 2022.

- Brock.

Tell us how it all started, mate.

- Well, you can start
by trimming the hedges

nice and square, rake the
leaves, spray the weeds,

um, prune the fruit trees, clean the pool,

mow the lawn, ah, aerate the grass,

and spread mulch in the
front and back beds.

There's some mulch right there.

- Hey, hey, hey!

We're going away for the weekend.

I want you to put all this stuff away

and put it in the garage
and lock the garage up.

There's a button just on the inside. Okay?

- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

What the fuck?

- Where'd you go, Daddy? I was so lonely.

- Can you hear me?

- Of course I
can, Daddy, I missed you.

- Stop calling me Daddy.

Can you see me?

- I can if you want me to.

- New
factories create new jobs

and in Elizabeth, there are new factories,

all types of industry, light and heavy.

General Motors Holden's,
one of the largest,

heads a list of names
known the world over.

And General Motors Holden's
is pretty big business

up this way now with a
modern, well-equipped factory

in very pleasant surroundings.

In the Elizabeth factory alone,

over 1500 people are
employed on two shifts.

And shortly, this factory will cover

one million square feet of working area.

There's certainly employment opportunity

and skilled labor in particular

is always in demand in this country.

- Guys, take
a seat. Phones off.

Does anyone know what this is?

Brock?

- Supply and demand curve.

- Very good and what's
this point right here?

- Equilibrium.

- Someone's done the reading.

- Nerd.

- And why is this important?

Help us out, Brock.

- It's the point where
supply meets demand,

which is how we determine the market value

of any product or service
in a free market economy.

- Very good. So today I
wanna talk about two things.

We're gonna talk about
how to increase demand

by reducing supply and
we can do that ourselves,

or we can do that by eliminating
some of our competition.

- Red
seats are priority seats

for passengers with a
disability, or pregnant,

or are less able to stand.

- God, it's like "The
Walking Dead" out here.

It's like everyone's
just a little bit broken.

- If you could hear yourself.

- What?

They're not exactly winners, are they?

Some people just make bad life choices.

- Sometimes, the walls run into you.

- What's that mean?

- Do you think that it was
my choice to be adopted?

Do you think it was Dani's
choice to have Down Syndrome?

Do you think it was your dad's choice

to have that factory closed down?

- Brum, brum, brum!

Brum, brum, brum!

Did you make this, Dad?

- Yeah, sure did, Brocky.

- Wow!

Brum, brum, brum, beep beep!

Brum, brum, brum, brum,.

Brum, brum, brum,!

Brum, beep, beep!

- How's Shazza?

- What?

Why?

- Because I like her more than I like you.

It must be hard for her.

Fuck.

Brock, I'm sorry, I didn't,
you know, I just thought-

- Now
arriving at Elizabeth South.

- See you, Brock.

- Then
express to Elizabeth.

- Elizabeth, South Australia.

To you, perhaps just a name,

but to us here in South Australia, a city,

the newest planned city in
the Commonwealth of Australia.

I know this city of Elizabeth
well and I've had the chance

to help a lot of newcomers
find homes, homes like this,

two-story houses, bungalows,
contemporary homes.

But the job's not finished yet.

We can build houses for you,
but it's people who make homes

and people from many different lands

have made a new life in Elizabeth.

After all, life goes on
in much the same way here

as it does in other countries,

people have their jobs to
do, their shopping to get.

It's a busy, thriving community

and there's still room
for many, many more.

Perhaps that's where you come in.

- There's a
great spectacle, indeed.

Supporters of the Allan
Moffat, Federation,

Camel Filter, Carlton, and
of course not to be outdone,

Marlboro Holden Dealer Team girls,

there to lend moral support

to Peter Brock and Jim Richards,

the pole sitters for the
1979 Hardie-Ferodo 1000.

And there's the man, Peter Brock,

last year's Hardie-Ferodo winner,

pole sitter here for the third year.

This year, Brock considers
himself at the moment,

to be King of the Mountain.

- Is that you, bub?

- Mum, you can't just come in like that.

- Want some tucker, bub?

- What's the options?

- Baked beans on
toast, cheese on toast,

Vegemite on toast, whatever you want, bub.

- No, I'm good.

Thanks.

- All right,
but let me know, okay.

How was your day?

- Love you.

- Yeah, so like I said, I had a laptop

but it...

malfunctioned and I threw it out.

- Brock, um, what we're
really interested in

is your relationship with um,

Wayne Cooper.

- Yeah mate, did you meet him before,

you know, that day?

- That ex of yours
is pretty intense, dude.

- Yeah, sorry about that.

- Bet she's great in bed though.

Your banter
game is so weak, bro.

- Come on, ladies! The
men are getting thirsty.

Chop, chop!

- Dad, this is Brock.

- Oh, yeah!

How about you girls go and
hang out in the front, eh?

Hm, go on.

Yeah!

Really?

Get in there.

- How much does a boat
like this cost anyway?

- About half a mill.

It's a tax write off though,

Dad uses it for entertaining clients.

- Oh yeah, whoo!
That's the business!

- Grab a couple more?

- Well, let me tell you about Thailand.

It was close, man, I mean,
she looked like a lady,

she talked like a lady, she
fucking walked like a lady.

She even kissed like a lady, oh man.

It wasn't until she drove
me back to the hotel

and reversed parked perfectly,

I thought, hang on a fucking second!

What's going on here?

Hey, hey!

I thought your old man was coming.

- Yeah,

he wanted to, but got caught up with work.

Said to say sorry.

- What's he do?

- He's in the auto industry.

- Not much of that around here anymore.

- There isn't actually.
- Yeah.

He mainly does consulting work now,

China and Germany, he's
barely home anymore.

- China?

Maybe he'll swing past Phuket

and see your little friend, Wayne.

- You're an intense fucker, aren't you?

Huh?

Hey now,

let me tell you about Africa.

Oh!

- Cheers.

What's that?

- Oh, it was just Dad,

saying sorry he couldn't make it.

- Oh.

That's nice.

- Black words only, punk.

- Oh hey.

- What's up?

- Ah, nothing, just doodling.

- So are you gonna skate or...

- Ah, no, I've gotta go.

Okay.

See you!

- Hi, yeah, g'day mate.

Yeah, mate.

Yep.

No, I am ready now.

Fuck!

Right, right, right, so I
sit here like a fucking moron

until 12 o'clock?

You fucking will be.

You wanna get it right, for fuck's sake!

- Shit.

Sweet.

- Dad owns like 20 properties.

Each one earns more money
per year just sitting there

than the average person does

working 40 hours a week, 50 weeks a year.

With the money we get from them,

we buy more properties
and on and on and on.

- That doesn't sound right.

- It is right.

Have you never played
Monopoly? The perfect system.

If you're in the masterclass,
that is, and anyone can join,

you just need one thing.

- What's that?

- A million bucks.

- Fuck.

Come on.

- Yo, who the fuck are you?

- The Gardn boy.

- The what?

- I was just
putting the mower back.

- What, at four o'clock
in the fucking morning?

- What?

- The Used, "The Taste of Ink," I figured.

- Oh, you're punk, are you?

- Emo, but yeah.

- Right, right, so what the
fuck are you doing here, dude?

- Well, I forgot to put
the mower back earlier,

and I was worried it was
gonna rain tonight, so.

I've, I've got the key.

Just gonna put it back in the lockbox.

Okay, that's chill.

So what are you into then,
like Sunday, The Promise Ring?

- No, no, more like early 2000
stuff, like The Get Up Kids.

- Okay.

- Thursday, Dashboard.

The World's a Beautiful Place
& I'm No Longer Afraid to Die.

- The World's a Beautiful Place

& I'm No Longer Afraid to Die?

Yeah.

Catchy, hey?

There's actually a gig
this Saturday at Cry Baby,

you should come.

- Okay, yeah, I might
come check it out. Cheers.

- Yeah. I'd better get going, man.

- Do you have a, do you have a jacket?

- No, no, I'm all good, man.

- Here, take this, take this.

- You sure?

- Yeah, yeah, it's all good.

Just drop it back when you
do the gardening next, eh?

Thanks so much, man.

- It's all good, man. I
might see you the gig, eh?

- Legend.

Punk's not dead!

- Hey Hunter.

- Hey.
- We still on for Saturday?

- Yeah, absolutely. Bring friends.

- Cool. See you then.

- Girlfriends.

- Hey, what's, what's Saturday?

- Pool party.

- Thanks for the invite, man.

- What, didn't you get one?

- No.
- Hey, Bryce.

Yeah, sorry, I'll sort it out,
all right, I'll send you one.

- Hey, bro, do
you wanna film a line?

Hey bro.

Do you wanna film a line?

- Ah, no, I don't reckon, Jimmy.

- What's up, man?

- Oh yo, what's up, Brock?
- How you going?

- Yeah.

Soccer chief? Perhaps he's going eighties.

- Yeah.

I guess I just don't really
see the point anymore.

- Well, does there have to
be a point to everything?

- No, kind of just seems
like a waste of time.

- Plenty of time
talking about grown ups

and old men, only young once.

- Yeah, I guess.

- Don't be so serious.

Are you down for a mission?

- A mission?

- Yes. Get in.

Okay, so what's your favorite
place in the whole world?

- What?

- Okay, ah, close your eyes,

and think of a time when
you were really happy.

- What are you doing?

- Just do it.

Show me yours, I'll show you mine.

Now, think about when you were a kid

and the world seemed full of goodness

and hope and shit.

Where are you?

- Come on, Brocky, you got it, mate.

- Can you help?

- No, no bloody way. You got this.

That's it, one hand over the other.

That's it, Brocky, you're doing well.

You're doing well, buddy.

That's it, ah!

You bloody legend!

- Wow!

- Yeah, pretty cool, huh?

- Yeah.

- Done well, mate.

- So where are we going?

- Ah, Gumeracha.

- Okay.

- See you, Dougie!

- See you!

- Oh, my God, I totally
forgot about this place.

Whoa!

- Pretty cool, huh?

- Hm.

- I feel like
you could skate that.

- Okay, yeah.

You sure about this, dude?

- You're always so serious.

You're only young once, right?

- Hey, get out of there!

What do you think you're
doing? You can't be up there!

Did you kids even buy tickets?

There's an entry fee, you know!

$2.

You're banned for life, both of you!

No more Big Rocking Horse
for you ever again, ever!

- Now you show me yours.

- I thought you'd never ask.

- Looks like we're too late.

- Come on!

- Whoa!

What are they?

- Ah, flying foxes.

- Where'd they come from?

- They're kind of like refugees.

They ran out of food on the
East Coast, so they came here.

- Amazing.

- Hm.

And we have,

the best seats in the house.

So you never told me.

- What?

- Why you weren't coming.

- Yeah, I did.

- Hm-hm.

Well?

- Well,

maybe I didn't want to hurt you.

- Oh, so thoughtful.

You can say it, I can take it.

I don't know, I think it'd be nice to know

if it's something I can fix,

or if I can just move on.

- You don't need to fix anything.

- Well, what then?

- I want to get the hell
out of the northern suburbs,

for starters.

I guess I just feel like maybe

you don't have that same ambition.

- It's just so...

typical.

- What?

- Well, you never ask about my life.

It's everything about yourself.

- What are your dreams, Kylie?

- You really wanna know?

- Yeah.

- I, I'm gonna open my own salon

in the city,

and I'm gonna hire all my
freak friends to work there,

and I'm gonna crank punk tunes all day.

- Do you know how much it
costs to start up a business?

Fit out, solicitors fee,

insurance,

first three months.

- Geez, dream killer.

- No, seriously, the world
is one big game of Monopoly

and our generation's
come into it too late.

All the hotels and houses are stacked

and we're just left to
shell out, just to move on.

Just to do.

Sorry.

Go on.

- Well, that's it really.

But do you know what I'm gonna call it?

- What?

- Screaming Infidelities.

- Nice.

- You like it?

- It's genius.

I could help you start it up.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- What's up, bro?
See you got the invite?

- Yeah.

Thanks.

- Want a drink?

- Yeah, sure.

Nice place.

- You've never been here?

Hey guys.

Guys!

This is Brock.

Do you wanna start by
watering the plants, mate?

It's pretty hot today,
they look a little thirsty.

- Watering can's just over there, mate.

- I'll take that one off you, mate.

Can't have you drinking
on the job now, can we?

Chop, chop, mate, I'm
paying you by the hour.

- Come on, slave
boy, pick up the pace!

- When can you do my garden, slave boy?

Hey slave boy,

hold it right there for
a sec, will you, yeah?

Yeah, that's right, just,
just tip it up a little bit.

- Get us another beer, slave boy.

- Heads up!

- Slave boy, slave boy, slave boy!

Slave boy, slave boy, slave boy!

Slave boy, slave boy, slave boy!

Slave boy, slave boy, slave boy!

- Oi, what the fuck are you doing?

- Dad, Dad!

Sorry, we were just playing a little joke,

it got out of hand.

Sorry, man, fuck!

You take everything so serious.

Here, have a beer, come join the party.

We're just having a laugh, right, guys?

- Yeah.

- Come hang, man.

So I'll pay you for the gardening,

so basically, you're
getting paid to party.

Guys.

This is Brock. I got a bit out of hand.

Introduce yourselves. This is
everyone, man, this is Leo.

- Hey.

- That's Tom.

That's Leslie, Kiara.

Who threw the beach ball?

- He did.

- Hunter!

Hunter!

Something's come up at work.

You'll have to cook the barbie yourself.

- You are still on the clock, bro.

Come on, we'll cook it together.

- Argh!
- Uh!

Where the fuck is my money?

- What the fuck you talking about?

- $740,000

taken out of my bank account!

- Could be fucking Russian
hackers or some shit.

- Where were you
Thursday night at midnight?

- Thursday? Pick up day.

- You fucking know it was!

- I was in the fucking
grow room with Trevor.

- Yeah, well the transaction
came from the computer

in the grow room at midnight,

Thursday night.
- Honestly, I don't know

what the fuck you're talking about!

- You just sold yourself out!

- Wait, there was this kid.
- Huh?

- This kid creeping out the roller door.

- The what?
- The Gardn app kid,

he had, he had the key.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

- It was
raining, the Gardn app boy.

- Shit.

- You off, mate?

- Yeah, I've got a thing
with Kylie tonight.

I totally forgot.

- Put in a good word for me, yeah.

Hey, bro, bro.

Sorry about earlier, man.

- No, all good.

- You did lie to me about
the Gardn thing though.

- Yeah.

Sorry.

- We all good?

- Yeah, we're all good.

- Fuck, it's probably not
even his real fucking name,

Jimmy Eat World.

- Jimmy Eat World?
- Yeah.

- That's an alias.
- Hm?

- It's a punk band. He's an emo kid.

- What the fuck is an emo kid?

- It's a subgenre of punk,

like he's more emotional
and introspective.

- La la la la la la la!
Shut up and keep working.

- Have you tried calling them?

- Calling who?

- The, the Gardn app, the company.

- You can't call an app company, dickhead,

there's no phone number,
there's no people,

it's a fucking algorithm!

- There he is.

- Eh?

Can you zoom in?

- Let me have a look.

- Ah, that sneaky little fuck!

He didn't tell you his real name?

- No.

- Well, what did you talk about?

- He just spoke about bands and shit.

- You talked about bands with someone

creeping out of a garage

at four o'clock in the fucking morning?

- Wait.
- Hm?

- There was one thing.
- Yeah, hm?

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

I know that fucking kid.

- What's up with you?

What am I looking at?

- My ticket.

- Your ticket?

To what?

- The masterclass.

- Wait.

Is that your money?

It's a million dollars in
your bank account, how?

- International finance.

- Damn, I should've gone to uni.

How does it feel to be a millionaire?

- I feel nothing.

It's all right.

Go dead inside and
everything just becomes easy.

Go dead inside like most
people are most of the time.

- He would've been so proud of you.

Should
we watch some sad boys

play some sad songs?
- Yeah.

- Wait, stop!

- Hey!

- You bloody dickhead!

- I'm just trying to warn you.

- Hey, you all right?

You all right there, mate?

- Fuck!

- You
all right there, mate?

- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, fuck.

- Adelaide men,
I'm telling you.

- This
is it, the great race.

We have a touch off then,

the Hardie-Ferodo classic
for '79 with Peter Brook,

05 for the Marlboro Holden Dealer Team.

Former National Touring
Car Champion leads,

from Bobby Morris, Allen Moffat,
Allan Grice, Peter Janson.

Then the rest of the field at drop,

who was going to conserve in
this opening lap of the race

has established, even at this stage,

what you would term a handy lead.

Peter Brock, smooth as can be,

Mr. Professional in
every sense of the word,

Bobby Morris in second,

Allen Moffat in the
Federation Campbell Falcon

is back in third.

Now through the start of the circuit,

but it's very demanding,
the drivers have to take it-

Very closely.

The top of the mountain to get through-

- What's going on?

- Because
the drivers really know

that if anything goes wrong-

- Brocky?

Brocky?

- Trying
to conserve their cars,

trying to go faster.

But look at Peter Brock and
the crowd are going wild

at the top of the mountain.

They've got a Torana, one,
they've got a Torana, two,

and a Ford in third.

Yo!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad, can I borrow the car?

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Fuck!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad, what are you doing? Wake up!

Fuck!

Dad, Dad, please!

Dad!

- Kylie called.

- Yeah.

- She said you just disappeared.

- I just forgot to say
goodbye, that's all.

I'll give her a call in the morning.

- You know I'll always
be on your side, bub.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- You can never do anything
to make me stop loving you.

- Jesus, Mum.

- But I can't help you,

if I don't know what's wrong,

- Help me?

How could you help me?

All you do is sit around
watching old car races,

smoking cigarettes, and
drinking shitty beer all day.

I bet you've never read
a book in your life.

- I've read books.

- Oh yeah?

- "Peter Brock: How Good is This?"

"Peter Brock: Living With
a Legend." Oscar Wilde.

- Oscar Wilde, huh?

Which one?

- I don't wanna fight with you,
bub, I just wanna help you.

- What's with your sick
obsession with Holden's?

Wearing that stupid hat all the time,

like it's some kind of badge of honor.

You know they killed your husband, right?

- Holden's didn't kill your dad, Brocky,

they kept him alive for 20 years.

- If that factory was still
here, he would still be here.

- Your dad was a good man, bub.

But he had his demons
and he was too proud,

he was too proud and he
kept it all bottled up.

- That beer you're drinking,
do you know who makes that?

No one does because they
closed that factory too!

It's the same with everything around here,

we don't make shit anymore, it's done.

- You're all I've got left,
Brocky, you're everything to me.

I'd do anything. Just
please tell me what's wrong.

- I'll tell you what's wrong,

dedicating your life to some corporation

that'll make you a cripple one day

and up and leave town the next!

It's not gonna be my story.

Help me?

You can't even help yourself.

- Oh, fuck!

Now this thing's blinking.

- Where?

- There.

- Well,
did you put batteries in it?

- I'm
not a fucking idiot.

- All right, give it here then.

- Oh, man.

Hang on.

Fuck off.

Here.

- So many fucking buttons on these things.

You even know what all these do?

Hey Brock, man, what's this blinking here?

- Did you put a card in it?

- Card? Did it come with a card?

- Buggered if I know.

- Yeah, that, that's
your problem, I reckon.

- So
none of that recorded?

- Doesn't look like it.

- What? For...

You bloody idiot, honestly!

- Boss had to shoot an
auto, this is what I did.

- Oh,
he's gonna growl us.

- At least we've still got your notes.

- Yeah.

Yeah, we've still got them.

Let's just cut to it then, eh?

Brock, why don't you just
tell us about the day

the whole shit went down?

- Oh, what the fuck is this?

Are you trying to give me diabetes?

- It's all they had, man.

- Well, what have you got?

- I've got some, some
lollipops, some whiz fizzers.

- Here, son.

- Why would
anyone wanna live out here?

- It's not a choice, son.

The poorer you are, the
shittier place you live.

It's the only social justice left.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- So this is the place?

- Pretty sure.

- Pretty sure?

- It's hard to see from here.

- Oh well, you're the big university boy.

Why don't you go fucking work it out?

Go on, hurry up.

Kids.

- Shut up, shut up.
- Fucking look at this car.

- Hey.
- What have we got here?

- What do you think
you're doing here, man?

- You got your mum
telling you to go get a haircut?

- Look at yourself.
- Bloody maggot!

- Get fucking gone.
- Fucking unreal.

- Go back to where
you fucking belong, mate.

- Don't even think
about looking this way.

- Where you going, for a haircut?

- Mummy's boy.
- Hey, where you going, huh?

You think a haircut's gonna
fucking fix that shit?

- Should we give you permission?

- You wanna fucking go?

Get fucked!

- How can I help you?

- Hi, I'm here to see-

- Do you have an appointment?

Can anyone take a walk in?

- What are you doing here?

- Hey Kylie, do you have
time for a quick cut?

- No, Kylie's off at five. I
can get the you in with Vicky.

- No, no, it's fine, Dani.

I'll just squeeze him in after Shaz.

Oh, shit, Shaz, this
is um,.

- Hunter.

- Hunter. Hunter, this
is Shazza, Brock's mum.

- Oh hi.

- Oh, how do you do?

- I'm well, thank you.

How's Brock?

- Oh well, you'd know better than I would.

- Do you know where he is?

- Yeah, he's at home asleep.

Hey, you should come visit.

- Yeah, sure.

- Didn't you want a haircut?

- Oh yeah.

- I guess I'm driving Shaz home.

I could take my gear and
give you a snip there.

- Yeah, sure, sounds great.

- Okay.

So what do you think?

- It's beautiful, Kylie.
Thanks, bub, you're amazing.

- Elizabeth, the
new town in South Australia,

plan to provide a good
life for Australians

and for the newest of our
new settlers from overseas.

There's a place for you in Elizabeth,

where there's housing that
gives plenty of opportunity

for you to create a real
home for your family.

And for your children,
there's a fine education

in schools with every modern facility

and every opportunity for sport
and carefree leisure hours.

Elizabeth, a brand new
city with a bright future,

a good place to grow.

- So what's our Brocky
like at uni then, Hunter?

- He's, ah, you know, um...

Ah, he's really smart, like genius smart.

Reads a lot of books, knows
lots about economics and stuff.

- Nice of you to
come north of Grand Junction.

- It's nice out here.

- Yeah, if you squint your eyes,

you can almost see Paris.

- Oscar Wilde was buried in Paris.

Oh, and that's where Jimmy
Barnes grew up.

- That's so random, Shazza.

- Come on, boy, Jimmy!

Have you been over to
see the neighbors, huh?

God, there's no feeling like a hairdo,

to make you feel fresher.

- Yeah.

- Oh, what a gentleman.

- Oh, I try.

- What an angel.

- What the fuck?

What'd you do, Mum?

- What do you mean?

- Your hair?

- Oh, you like it?

- Yeah, it's nice.

- Thanks for saying goodbye last night.

- What the fuck?

We're not into creeps watching
you sleep, by the way.

- What's up, mate?

- You take as long as you like,
Brocky, we'll be out back.

Hunter's here for a haircut.

You are a beautiful boy, little
Jimmy Richards, aren't you?

So he was breach, and so the first thing

anybody ever saw of
Brocky was his arsehole.

- I bet it was a cute arsehole though.

- Oh, the cutest, but the
best thing about it was

when they took him out and
they laid him on the table

and the fancy pants doctor leant over him

to check his heart rate or something,

and you know what little Brocky did?

- Oh, I know this one.

- What?

- He pissed right in his eye.

His little winky was so tiny,
but his aim was dead eye dick.

- Better not be talking about me.

- Just your cock, mate.

- I'm allowed to, I made you.

- Looks good, man.

- Yeah?

- Ah, stay still.

- So what brings you out this way, bro?

- Best fade north of Grand Junction.

- Oh, stop talking and
you, don't encourage him.

- No, I got it.

- I'll tell you that
when he was three months old

and his dad was changing his nappy,

and he bent down to get a fresh one

and little Brocky shat on his head.

- They've
led every lamp of the race,

when I say they are in third,

Peter Brock and Jim Richards.

- Mr. Cooper.

- Brock, right?

- Yeah. Um, Hunter's just
out back getting a haircut.

- Great.
- The record with Allen Moffat

with four wins-

What the fuck?

Who the fuck are you?

Fucking get your hands off him.

What's going on, Brocky?
Fucking get your hands off him.

- Nice work, son.
- You're choking him.

- Who the fuck are you?

- Oh, watch out, lads,
we've got feisty one here.

- Get your hands off him.
- Ah, you must be Mum.

- Get your fucking hands off
him. Who the fuck are you?

- Are you gonna tell
her, mate, or should I?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Well, I guess we're just gonna have

to take your word for it, aren't we?

How about now, Jimmy Eat World?

Anything you wanna say?

- Ah!
- What the fuck?

- Ah!
- Get her!

- Ah!
- Kylie, Kylie!

- Oh!
- What the fuck?

Fucking, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

- Shut that derro bitch up, huh!

- Don't, don't, please!

- Where's the fucking money, kid?

- Get the fuck outta my house!

Get the fuck outta my house!

Get the fuck outta my house!

Get the fuck outta my house!

- Shut the fuck up.

Uh!

I guess the apple doesn't
fall far from the gutter.

- Fuck you, you fuck!

- Argh!

- Fuck!

- I still have it.

- What's that, buddy?

- Your money.

I can give it back, all of it.

- Well, that's
good news now, isn't it?

Ssh!

- And just how are we gonna go about that?

- My laptop, it's inside.

- Okay.

Let's go.

Hunter.

- Is she gonna be all right?

- Oh, come on.

- An incredible performance

from this very, very
talented driver, Peter Brock.

There he is.

- All right, where is it?

- Cheering him
on and it all seems so easy.

- I can do the transfer on my phone.

- A truly great driver,

any driver who can make racing look easy

and I suppose at home, it just
looks like a Sunday drive,

and that's what it is.

- You look fucking ridiculous.

Take that shit out of your hair.

We've gotta talk about your
taste in friends, Turbo.

- Back in
the race and of course,

John Sheppard, who doesn't
give too much away.

- I need your account details.

- What?

You took it out.

Just put it back in.

- Yeah, I can't, I just
need your account details.

- Here.

- Just overlapping there,

the tipped first car is
McDonnell-Bell Alfetta.

- Point at him, you idiot!

- Once again.

Three times and staring
a fourth in the face.

- Are you all right, Shaz?

- Oh, fucking Jesus Christ,
I've been better, bub.

How are you?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

You, you are going to bleed out

if you don't put something on that.

Have you still got that
first aid kit, Shaz?

- Yeah, it's in the kitchen,
um, top of the fridge, bub.

- She's not just gonna run anywhere.

- Four laps
to go for Peter Brock

and the finish of the
Hardie-Ferodo 1000 for 1979,

and he will be, provided
he maintains this position.

The first man ever to lead
the race from go to whoa.

- Ah, oh yeah,
oh yeah, that'd be right.

Come on!

Not one bar.

It's like a fucking third
world country out here.

You know, if I had stolen 800 grand,

I wouldn't be living in
a shithole like this.

- I guess the next-
- Shit!

- To the Hardie-Ferodo

could only be the 400 kilometer-

- What the fuck?

Make sure he doesn't move! Shit!

- Talented
driver, Peter Brock.

- What, what the fuck are you doing?

- The fans
up on top of the mountain

are cheering him on.

- You've lost one, dickhead!

- It's okay, Jimmy Richards.

51 Underdown Road.

- Where are you?

- It's okay, Jimmy Richards, it's okay.

Please come, please come.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

- Let me go, let me go!
- Wait!

- Right in
there alongside Moffat.

- Trust me.

- Who
remains absolutely cool

under all circumstances.

- You had one fucking job to do!

One sniff of gash and you pussy out

like the pathetic piece of
shit I always knew you were.

- What did you do to her?

- What did you do to her, you mean, huh?

If you'd been watching her

instead of getting a touch
up from Avril Lavigne!

- What'd you fucking do to her?

One more fucking step and I cut.

- Have you got a shot, son?

Give it to me!

Drop the knife, little girl.

- Drop the fucking gun, prick!

- Fuck! Stop moving, will you?

Ah, fuck!

You fucking dog!

- His factory
car was running sweetly

at the completion of the race.

Uh!

- If he had to, yes.

- Fuck you!

Step from the car

and have a cup of tea,

and retire to the presentation area.

- Fuck!

- Who the fuck are you?

- Through here.

Overlapping the Volvo again.

Listen to the crowd.

They're already warming to the last lap.

He has one and a half laps to go

and staring at his fourth
Hardie-Ferodo win in the face.

- The bogan
bitch is dead, by the way.

Not just her.

But the cripple too.

- Here he comes,
just listen to the applause!

The accolades,

for a man among men.

Peter Brock must've seen one
thing and one thing only.

- The Hardie-Ferodo
1000, here he comes.

- Not so smart now, are you?

- "All of us are in the gutter,

but some of us are looking at the stars."

Cunt!

- Made
history as Peter Brock

of the Marlboro Holden Dealer Team

comes across to take the checkered flag!

Peter Brock!

And wait for the reaction of spectators,

the thousands upon thousands,

on the top part of the circuit

who will be down near the fences.

You'll be able to hear
their cheers as Peter Brock,

05 for the Marlboro Holden Dealer Team

comes across the mountain.

The man who has conquered the mountain!

- Oh, man!

"All of us are in the gutter,

but some of us are looking at the stars."

God!

- Shit!

Oh, fuck, that's fucking gold.

- Your mum's a legend, man, that's wild.

- Oscar Wilde, who'd have thought?

- Poetry.

- Look, mate.
- Poetry.

- We know everything from that point on.

- Yeah, safe to say,
Wayne Cooper is going away

for a long time.

- Yeah, murder, kidnap.

- Oh, not to mention the 20
mansions full of coke, dope,

a whole bunch of naughty things.

- You've got to pay for
everything in this world

one way or another.

- Ain't that the truth? Hey,
nothing easy ever stays.

- Oh, and he broke down
like a little bitch too,

when we interrogated him.

- Yeah, yeah, he was like,
"Oh, the whole thing started,

'cause he ripped me off to the tune of um,

800 grand."

- Just fucking kidding, man!

- Don't worry.

- The case is closed on that one.

- Yeah, no, that international
banking bullshit's

so confusing, way above our pay grade.

- And totally out of
our jurisdiction, dude.

- Yeah, so if you did get your hands

on some of Wayne's funny money,

safe to say, no one's coming for it.

- What about Hunter?

- The son?

Yep, yeah, he'll be right.

- Yeah, the family's lost everything, man.

The property, the wealth
all belong to the state now.

They, they're moving to like
a, a housing trust house.

Is it down the road?

- Yeah, Davoren Park or
Craigmore, somewhere there.

- Who knows?

- Yeah, well,
that's one hell of a story

you've got there, buddy.
- Yeah.

- So that's it, I can just go?

- Yeah.
Think you'll be all right?

- Yeah.

- Cool. "Some of us are
looking at the stars."

- Brilliant.

- See you, Brock.

- Brock, one last question,
totally off record.

What did you do with the money?

- What money?

- Ah, I get it, I get it, smart.

Have a good one, mate.

- Brock!

So good to see you.

- Hey.
- You look great.

- Welcome back, buddy.

We missed you.