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You can't stop a wave.

It's pure energy.

Born in a storm way out to sea,

brewing and churning
for days, weeks, months,

sometimes even years.

It's all building
to this breaking point.

A short, sharp shock of violence
on the shore.

And you either surf it...

or... you get wiped out.

You know, that was my best
surfing-as-a-metaphor-for-life speech.

I was hoping
for a little more enthusiasm.

You're still a surfer, right?

I should be in school, Dad.

Miss Hoolihan is gonna give me
so much shit for this. And Mom.

Yeah, well, Miss Hoolihan
and your mom will get over it.

Sometimes, a man's gotta
get away from it all.

Okay, I'm gonna take this call.
Get your gear on.

I have a big surprise for you.

Conlon,
thanks for calling me back.

Okay. I'm at Luna Bay now,
and I'm with my son,

and I was hoping to show him the house.
Can you open the gates?

Mate, you've been in
three times already.

Well, I am the one buyin' it.

Yeah, maybe not.
There's another offer.

No, you told me
the competing bidder pulled out.

Uh, there's a family
interested,

they're flying in
for a viewing,

and have already offered
1.6.

And it's a cash offer.

I have financing.

Cash is guaranteed.

So, if you wanna go
sale agreed,

then you gotta go up to 1.7.

But can you raise
another hundred grand?

Yeah, yes. Yes.

Can you give me
until the end of next week?

Uh, no.

Come on, man,
meet me halfway here.

Wait for me there.
If you have the money

in the next 48 hours,
I'll consider your offer.

So, Christmas Eve,
you're still coming over to me, right?

- Uh, yeah.
- Great.

Christmas Day,
is that... at your mom's?

Uh, no. We're... we're going
to a barbecue.

Fuck off.

Dad, you all right?

Hey, Dad.

Dad.

What? Yeah.
We gotta get out there, though.

It's the best place to show you
my big surprise.

- Oi!
- Fuck off!

Locals only!

Look, it's quiet out there.

We'll respect the line.
We won't drop in.

The kid's a fantastic surfer.
Just wait till you see him.

Don't live here,
don't surf here.

I grew up here.

Don't live here,
don't surf here!

- Hey, Dad...
- It's okay.

You're scaring my boy.

Get out of my personal space.

Don't live here,
don't surf here.

Now, now, now.

No need for all this fuss.

You all right, son?

Good lad.

- Look, can I get a word?
- I'm taking my son for a surf.

Yeah, I get that.

Just come back up here with me
for a minute.

You hang tough, mate. I'm just gonna
grab a quick chat with your old man.

You can't surf here.

It's a public beach.

Yeah, but nah.

Listen to me, brother.

The fellas out there have been
partying start of Christmas week,

and it was snowing pretty heavy
last night.

You know how it goes.

Look, I'm trying to do you
a solid here.

You paddle out into that break
with your boy,

I don't know what might happen.

I mean, Mr. Pitbull there?

He's the type to make you watch while they
knock the teeth out of the kid's head.

Look... I know it smarts to
lose face in front of your boy,

but you gotta know
when to back down.

Or it could get
a whole lot worse.

Plenty of family beaches
for you to enjoy your afternoon.

So, get outta here.
Forget this place.

I-I wanted to surf

that break with you today
because...

out there on the water,
sitting on our boards,

is the best view of the homes
on Cliff Top Drive.

And it was going to be
a surprise, but I'm buying one.

And it's not just any house.

It used to belong
to your grandfather.

We could drive up there
right now and take a look at it.

Do you want to?

Oh, come on, don't let that...

This a special place for us.

I'm buying it for us.

It was magic here
when I was your age.

My dad would wake me
first thing,

and I'd watch him make coffee before
driving into the city for work.

And then I'd grab my board
and I was off.

There's a rat run that goes straight
from the house down to the beach.

I was training
for the Shark Tooth.

It's a local surf competition.

You could enter it,
if it's still going.

A-and I want that for you.
I wanna give you all that.

Come on, let's go take a look.

I just wanna go home now.

Righto. Yeah, sorry, mate.
It's manic here.

So, what's the damage?
There's another bidder.

- The price has gone up 100K.
- Oh, shit.

Sorry. I know
you had your heart set on it.

I still do.
Look, I'm freeing up some extra capital.

I can maybe raise
another 30 more.

So, can you go back to the bank
and get the extra 70?

That way, I've made up
the difference and I still win.

Look, you're pushing
the limit here as it is.

But is it possible?
- Well, yeah.

But the-the thing is,
and I'm speaking to you

as a friend here,
not as your broker, okay?

This won't fix anything.

If you looked
across that bay, mate,

you could get
a really sweet place...

No, no, no. It has to be here.

I've been working my whole life
to get back here.

The house may never come
on the market again.

The time is now.
Can you at least try?

Yeah, yeah,
I'll do my best.

All right.
I believe in you, Mike.

If anyone can do this, you can.

So, let's do this.
Let's seal the deal.

And then we'll celebrate with a
big lobster dinner on the veranda

and a bottle of champagne.

Just wait till you see
the sunsets, Mike.

The girls will be here,
and the kids too.

Okay.

Or maybe just you and me
and a couple of beers.

Fine, whatever it takes.
I need this, Mike.

Call me back
as soon as you can.

What?
Where the fuck are you?

I had to take a personal day.

Oh, you're shitting me.
You're sick?

- No.
- Well, Benson wants to see you ASAP.

He's worried
about the Arkam account.

They're getting jittery.

And they said
you weren't wearing

any shoes or socks
in the meeting yesterday.

- What the fuck is that about?
- I don't have time for this right now.

I'm closing a deal on a house.

I'll be back tomorrow
and I'll fix it then, okay?

You'd better. Benson's office,
first thing tomorrow.

Fantastic. Bye.

Why am I here?
Where have you been?

I've been down here, I told you.

- For three days, we haven't seen you.
- Oh, for God's sake...

You don't understand
she's asking me, "Where's Dad?"

Hey, hey, hey.

No, don't.

Hey.

- Are you a Bay Boy?
- A what?

Are you with those fuckers down on the beach?
Are you local?

I don't want this.

You're a seppo.

Yeah, well,
you might be all right.

So at least look
at what I'm trying to show you.

Yeah,
I haven't seen your dog.

Oi, come here!

Ah, here we go.

Careful, son.

Four dollars, dude.

- Fuck off!
- What are you doing here, bitch?

I'm going, I'm going.
I haven't done anything.

Look at you.
You don't fucking belong here.

- That's my stuff. Give it to me.
- No. Fuck off.

Get the fuck outta here.
- Eat the dirt.

Get on the floor,
where you fucking belong.

Fucking weak prick.

Oi, fuckface. Locals only.

Don't live here,
don't surf here.

I'm not surfing.

Or is the view for locals only
as well?

Don't say we didn't warn you,
you fucking dickhead.

Hi.

What the hell were you thinking

taking him out of school
like that?

I wanted to surprise him.

It's only one day,
and it's almost the holidays anyway, so...

Where are you?

He wouldn't even tell me
where you took him.

I'm at Luna Bay.

My old house
is finally for sale, Helen.

Can you believe it?

You're gonna love it.

Don't do this to yourself.

I worked hard for this, Helen.

Don't I know it.

I told you I'd buy it all back.

And once I do,
I'll have more time.

Look, we should meet up.
After Christmas.

Yes, I would love that.

So you can sign the papers.

Because Derek and I...

we wanna get married.

So I need you to sign.

Okay.

And I've got
some pretty big news.

Getting engaged
isn't the big news?

I wanted to tell you in person,

but it's obvious now,
and I didn't want you

to have to hear it from Charlie
or anyone else.

I'm pregnant.

Are you still there?

So it's a shotgun wedding.

I'm a little long in the tooth
for that.

Well, I have another call
coming in, so...

It's about the house.
I should probably take it.

Yeah, okay.

You don't belong here
anymore.

...I know that might sound...

Seem like
a very simple proposition,

but the reality
is that it's not.

What is the purpose?
Is there any meaning...

Jenny!

Can I have a word?

I just need proof.

- Can you help me?
- I can't.

I feel bad for Jay. I do.

What happened to him was terrible,
but I've got to move on.

Jenny, let's go.

No, please.
Give me a sec more.

Talk about
a fucking buzzkill.

Uh, hey, can you spare
one of those?

Are you with Scally?
Are you a Bay Boy?

No, but they're not gonna miss
one pizza in 20. How much?

For you, 100 dollars.

A hundred bucks for a pizza?

Are you out of your mind?

O-okay, okay. Look...

Here.

I hope it's anchovy.

Yeah!

Scally,
we've got a gift for you.

Ah, looks like the little
runts have brought us a gift.

All right. Now we're talkin'.

Well done fellas.

I want my surfboard.

Get the fuck up, Blondie.

Get the fuck in there, Blondie.
Fuck him up!

Hey!

Fucking drop him! Drop him!

Get up, Blondie!

Fuck him up!
Fuck him up!

Yeah,
get on him Blondie!

Get up, Blondie!
Come on!

I want my board back.

Okay.

All right! I'm leaving!

Luna Bay Police.
- Yeah, hi.

I'm reporting an assault
and a theft.

Uh, worth a bit of money, is it?

No.

It's my property,
and I was assaulted for it.

They've been down there
all night.

Partying, doing drugs.

They're still down there.

Let's go.

What are you doing?

You wait right here, mate.

I'll go down and talk to 'em.

G'day, boys.

- Put your hands in the air.
- Ah, there he is!

Excuse me, sir.

I don't know what your game is,
but you're bringing heat.

And it's no good for me,
no good at all.

Sorry. Uh...

I was wondering if I could
borrow your binoculars.

Tell you what, I'll swap them
for those fancy sunnies.

Come on, son.

Because of you,
that asshole cop's back.

And if he sees me,
there's gonna be trouble.

So, now,
I gotta make myself scarce.

So... I need some sort
of compensation.

Thank you.

Bunch of fuckin'
yuppies cosplaying at being surf gangsters.

It's all in good fun.

Boys will be boys.

Who's the main guy?

The one they call Scally?

The guru?

Scott Callahan.

That's Scotty Callahan?

I thought you said
you weren't local.

I'm not. I was once.

- I was born here.
- Ah.

I remember him and his family.

Ahh, poisonous cunts.

His granddaddy stole
most of the land around here,

and now, that entitled,
little trust-fund bitch

gets to sit there
on his throne of sand

and pretend like he's something.

You sound like you have
a personal problem with him.

My son...

my boy, he used to surf.

Jay was such a beautiful surfer.

He won the Shark Tooth
two years running.

Nice. Congratulations.

- The kid could've gone pro.
- I'm sure.

And before I knew it,
he was an altar boy at their little church,

lapping up all that Lord-of-the-Wave
prick's nonsense, until...

And then after everything
that went down,

after he took my boy from me,
then he killed my dog.

I-I... I know he did.
He killed my dog.

If you know he killed your dog,
why are you handing out missing flyers?

To piss him off.
To get inside his head.

Or maybe I'm using it
as an excuse

to get the right amount of sun
on my crown

to go crazy enough to really
do something about it.

Oh, yeah? Like what?

Like maybe...

go down there
and blow his fucking brains out.

Eh?

I told you to wait up
at the car park.

I want my surfboard.

Okay, okay.
I'm sure it's just a mix-up.

Uh, is it one of these?

Dude, that's my board

and I want it back.

Listen, mate,
I think you've been out in the sun too long.

They took it
from me last night,

threatened me
with a broken bottle.

Why don't you take
a drink of water?

I don't want anything from you.
I want my board.

So, you're saying they took
this from you last night?

Was I not clear?

Well, it's just the problem is,

and I can tell you myself,

that old board's been up there
for as long as I can remember.

How long?

I reckon we put it up there

maybe seven summers back, now.

She's a beaut, isn't she?

I guess it's like a talisman
for us.

W-what the fuck is this?

Sir, it is in your best interest

to get back up to the car park
and wait for me by your vehicle.

That is my board.

I don't know
what to tell you, mate.

I don't see how it can be.

The Bay Boys
have had that board for years.

"Bay Boys." Sounds like a gang.

More of an unofficial club.

Do you get a lot of complaints
about the localism on this beach?

Nah, it's all part
of the culture.

- It serves a purpose.
- Yeah? What purpose is that?

Keeps the undesirables
out of the neighborhood.

And you're fine with the
desirables getting drunk

and doing drugs down there
all night?

Listen here, mate.

Mr. Callahan's family put a lot
of money into this community.

If they wanna blow off some steam once
in a while, nobody's complaining.

Are you a Bay Boy too?

I don't surf.

Let's talk more about you
for a beat.

Did you sleep here last night?

I was waiting for you.

Are you living
in this car, mate?

Do I look homeless to you?

You better dial down
the attitude, mate,

or you and me
are gonna have a problem.

What's with the binoculars?

I'm a bird-watcher.

Officer, we got a raid here
on Main Street.

Copy that.

Now, you got some place
you can go?

Yes, of course I do.

Good, because this is
what's gonna happen.

You're gonna leave here and you're
gonna stop bothering these people.

Are we clear?

Yes, I'm leaving.

Good.

You have yourself a nice day.

I'm gonna leave you
in charge, son.

- Hey!
- Oh, shit. Oh, yeah, shit...

Fuck you!

Kook!

Fuck!

Hello?
Stanley Muldoon Finance.

Yeah, hi. It's me again.
Is Mike back yet?

- No, he's with a client.
- Okay, can we set a time for a call?

I'm under pressure to get mortgage
approval for a house I wanna buy.

I need to close
before Christmas.

And I... and I don't wanna lose it.
I can't lose it.

Okay, I'll have Mike call you as
soon as he's back in the office.

Okay, great.
Thank... thank you.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry to bother you,

but I was running
my air-con all night,

and now my battery's dead.

So, photography.

Is that a hobby
or a profession?

Oh, I was chained to the desk
until last year.

But photography
has always been my passion.

So, I quit to work
on a photography book.

I get it. I used to be a writer
for a bit back in the day.

Oh, okay.
What'd you write about?

Surfing.
Just for a few small zines,

but I chased the waves around
the world for a couple of years.

Sounds idyllic.

Well, I don't know
if living on beans in a van

can be described as idyllic,

but it might just be the last
time I had a good night's sleep.

So, what happened to you
after that?

The love of my life happened.

I mean, I always knew I'd come
home to Australia one day, but...

It's this place.

Luna Bay.

I promised my wife
we'd live here.

I'm actually buying
my old family property,

right up there
on Cliff Top Drive.

I thought you were American.

Uh, well, my-my dad, he died...

when I was a kid,

so we had to move, and my mom
took us to California.

Okay, cool.

Don't you miss
the life of the surfer,

chasing waves around the world?

Maybe I'll go back to it
when I retire.

Seems like a long time to wait
for a good night's sleep.

Well, thanks. I appreciate it.

Oh, no worries.

Scott Callahan takes the
biggest egos in the boardroom,

breaks them into small pieces,
and rebuilds them as corporate supermen.

Some superwomen do show up too,

but I find it's men who need
the most help right now.

Because, honestly, I feel that
contemporary workplace culture, and I...

I better watch my words here,

but it's made the modern male
too soft.

He expects
everything handed to him.

He's forgotten how to suffer.

You know, the Shaolin monks used to
make their prospective disciples

wait outside the temple gates
for seven days and nights...

just sitting there,
exposed to the elements.

Because you've gotta be shunned
before you can demand acceptance.

You have to feel worthless before
you can know that you're priceless.

Hi, can I get a flat white?

And I'll take a Danish
and an OJ too, please.

Yeah, that'll be 23 bucks.

Ah, shit. My phone just died.

- Do you have cash?
- No.

- Ooh, bad luck.
- Do me a favor.

Charge my phone,
and I'll pay you after.

I don't do favors
for people I don't know.

I... I'm-I'm in a bind here.

I don't have a charger and I'm
expecting a really important call.

Electricity costs dollar, bro.

- Come on, man, move on.
- Look,

I really need a cup of coffee,
okay? Be reasonable.

This isn't a soup kitchen, mate.
There's no freebies.

My cards are stored on my phone.

I will pay you
when it's charged.

- Come on, go.
- Can you just wait your turn?

How can we work this out?

All right, tell you what,
give me a deposit

in case you don't come back
to pay.

The phone is a deposit.

It's only a cup of coffee, man.

No, but I'll take your watch
as guarantee.

Final offer.

But my father gave me this.

Well, you can get it back
if you can pay for the flattie.

I want the pastry
and the OJ too.

You can have
the coffee but nothing else

until you can pay for it
with real money.

My terms. Deal or no deal, man?

Be careful with that.

Hey.

Coffee's for Bay Boys.

Now, fuck off.

Come on, let's go.

You... you're not
from around here, are you?

No, we're from France.

Have you surfed here before?

Right. Well,
I feel I should warn you,

there's quite a bit of localism
down there. It's hostile.

Ah, cool.

Well, thanks for the tip, man,

but, uh, it doesn't look
too busy.

We're pretty experienced
and respectful.

We don't have
enough cash,

but we could give you
something to eat if you like.

- Are you hungry?
- No. No, thank...

Who's a good girl. Good girl.

It's sickening, isn't it?

Ah, they're good lads, really.

Local boys.

They're bullies
and they're breaking the law.

Men are like engines.

You've gotta release
a little steam now and then,

or you'll blow up.

Better let it out down there
than at home.

If it stops them beating the Botox
out of their wives, so be it.

And it keeps the riffraff out.

Hey!

Just wake up.

Stanley Muldoon Finance.

- Please hold.
- No, no, no. Don't put me on hold again.

I'm on... I'm on an old payphone
and I don't have much credit.

Tell Mike my cell phone
is out of action,

so he has to call me back
on this number.

- Have you got a pen?
- Yes.

Okay. "0895-349-516."

Can we set a time
where he might call?

- He can call you at 9:00 a.m.
- 9:00 a.m. tomorrow?

- Can... can't we do anything sooner?
- No, sorry. He's chockers.

Okay, no, no, no, it's fine.
All right, I will make it work. Thank you.

Tonight, we officially welcome
a new member into our tribe.

He has looked the beast
in the eye

and he has tamed the fucker.

Welcome to the kingdom of be who you
are and say what you like, Blondie.

You have to be careful
up there.

Watch what you say,
watch how you say it.

But the irony
is the pressure's still on.

They still want you
to slay it at work.

To go out and provide.

They want the spoils,
so they need you to hunt.

And boy, oh, boy,

do they still want you
to come home

and fuck 'em like a beast.

So they demand you be
a red-blooded predator.

But go
even just a little bit too far,

and they'll pull a 180

and punish you
for doing what's in your nature.

Now, I'm not saying let's wind the clock
back to our fathers' repressed bullshit.

What I am saying
is we need places like this.

To acknowledge that every man has
a fucking animal inside of him.

Hoo-hoo!

We need time down here
to maintain order up there.

But it comes at a price.

Because you can't surf...

if you don't suffer.

Suffer, surfer, suffer,

surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer,

surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer,

surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer,

surfer, suffer,
surfer, suffer...

- ...surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer...
- Ahh!

...surfer, suffer,
surfer, suffer,

...surfer, suffer,
surfer, suffer...

...surfer, suffer,
surfer, suffer...

- Hey!
- Oi, it's fucking big boy!

Oi, you fucking dog!

Oi! Fuck you!
We'll fucking kill you!

Get outta here!

Hi-yah!

We'll fuck you up,
you stupid moron! Come at me!

- Come on!
- Fuck you, mate!

Is that all you got?

- Come here, damn it!
- Fuck you!

- Yoo-hoo!
- Come on, mate, we're looking for ya!

Where are you,
old man? Come on!

Hey, come on. Let's move out.

Come on!

What are you still doing here?

They stole my car last night.
I couldn't leave.

You-you gotta do something
about them now.

Mate, we had an agreement.

You said you'd move on and stop
bothering the people here.

They stole my car last night.

Right. Okay.

So, first,
they take your surfboard.

I solved that one pretty quick.
And then they take your car.

Okay, listen, mate,
I've been good to you,

but my patience
is wearing thin now.

I told you to get out of here,

and you promised me you would.

We agreed that
you'd get someone down here

to put a tire
on this bloody thing,

or I'd have it towed
and impounded.

What... You think this is my car?

Have you got another one?

Yeah! I drive a Lexus.

And my Porsche
is just down in the shop.

You've been drinking, have ya?

Doing some drugs maybe?

You're a part of this.

Okay, all right.

You've been out
in the sun too long,

and I think you need some help.

Why don't I run you back
into town

and you can rest up
at the station for a while?

Oh, what,
so you're arresting me now?

On what charge?

Well, I could book you
for vagrancy,

or wasting police time,
but I won't

because I'm really trying
to help you, mate.

I'll even throw in
a free breakfast.

Nah.

No, I'm not...
I'm not going with you.

I'm all right.

I am.

I'm sorry for wasting your time.

All right.

You'll work on gettin'
this thing outta here?

...which will essentially
make this

- a private beach exclusively...
- Ah, Conlon.

- ...for the Cliff Top properties...
- Conlon.

Conlon.

Do I know you?

Yeah, right.

Listen, man, you've gotta give
me more time on the house.

I have never met you in my life.

- Could you just clear off?
- Clear off?

What? Hey, buddy,
you're not buying my house.

Yep.

Listen,
why don't you and the kids go

and have another look
at the beach,

and I'll be with you in a tick?

Uh, what's this about, mate?

You want me to give you ten bucks,
so you can bugger off?

You are not the vibe
I need right now.

Okay, okay.
So, you're doing this?

You wanna pretend
like you don't know me

so you can sell the house
to somebody else?

- I don't know you.
- No, you know me.

You know me.

And I'm gonna prove it to you
'cause I'm gonna close this deal right now.

- Where's my phone?
- No idea, man.

Hey, I gave it to you to charge.

I don't know what to tell you.
It's not here.

You took my watch!

My father gave me this watch
for my 21st.

No, my father gave me
that watch!

Come on, Twitchy,
get the bloody brew on already.

- That's my father's watch!
- Whoa! Chill, man.

Look, I've gotta have this all
set up by 9:00,

so if you're not gonna buy
anything...

Translation, move on.

- Give me the watch.
- Chill!

Hey, fix me a couple of piccolos
and a babyccino, Twitchy.

Can someone call the cops
to get rid of this bum,

or they're gonna try and knock
about 10K off the asking price.

Hey, hey, my broker is Mike Muldoon,
and you do know him.

He's gonna call me on that payphone,
you're gonna talk to him,

- and you're gonna cut this shit out.
- Great, yeah.

I can't wait to hear your bid.

- Moron.
- I need that phone.

- We're using it, dickhead.
- No, you aren't. You all have your own phones.

I'm calling your mom.
She wants to do anal.

He doesn't like those dirty numbers poppin'
up on his bill.

You're not even using it.

- Hey, get your fucking hands off me!
- He's only 16!

Lay a fuckin' finger on him,
that's child abuse.

Is that what you're into?
Yeah, you're a fuckin' pedo, aren't you?

- Stop filming me.
- Who'd wanna talk to you anyway?

My broker. I'm trying to...
buy a house on Cliff Top Drive.

And I have to talk to him,

or the whole thing's
gonna fall through.

Can you understand that?

Bullshit.

- There, you see? You see?
- Oh, shit.

- Let me take the call!
- Hey, back off! He's got you on camera.

What's it worth, huh?

I lost my wallet.

- Oh, boo-fuckin'-hoo.
- I can't give you anything.

- That'll do.
- Hell no.

You're running out of time, man.

- It's your call.
- Literally.

Come on, fat fingers,
take the fuckin' ring off.

Hand over the silver!

Come on!

Mike? Mike!

Fucking idiot. Fuck you.

Stop filming me! Stop!

Stop! Stop it!

Fucking pathetic.

Take it.

You get dehydrated out here
in a heartbeat.

Consider it a peace offering
with a condition.

Drink deep, eat your fill,

turn around, leave this place,
and never come back. It's for the best.

I'm going down on that beach...

and I'm gonna surf that break.

No, you're not.

I grew up here.

I know that.

I remember watching you surf.

And I remember what your old man did.
Terrible thing.

They found him just down there
on the strand, right?

What age were you, 15?

It was an accident.

Don't kid yourself now.

There's nothing to be gained
from that.

A boy needs
a strong male role model.

I guess it's understandable.

It makes me sad
to see you turn out like this.

Like what?

Like a bum.

You're living
in this piece of junk.

I'm buying a house
for my family here.

You're a family man, eh?

Where's your ring? Huh?

Where's your ring?

You had a family once, right?

But you let everything get on top of you,
just like your old man.

You lost them.

You lost everything. You did.

Why isn't the missus
up here looking for you, eh?

It's Christmas week.

Because you're a bum.

Just accept it.

- No.
- Yes.

- No. No.
- Yes.

Yes!

Tell me,
how old was your father when he checked out?

About the same age
as you are now, right?

Mm. Mm-mm.

Very simple to do.

You're not a bloody
vegan-greenie, are you?

Huh?

For God's sake,
do what's good for you, man.

Eat.

I don't need anything from you.

I think you do.

If you don't eat it...

I will.

I'll eat the whole fucking lot.

I'll eat your lunch.

I'm not trying to be cruel.

I'm just trying to help you
wake up and accept who you are.

- See ya!
- Come on, kids, get in the car.

Go on, big boy!

Hey! Get away!

Get away from here!

Ah!

What?

Hey!

Can I borrow your phone?

I have to call my broker.
It's very important.

I-I have to close
before Christmas.

I promised my wife
we'd live here.

Come on. I'm gonna make her
dinner on the balcony.

Excuse me, do you know
my broker, Mike Muldoon?

- I have to call... Do you have a phone?
- No, mate.

We're gonna have a nice...
family dinner on the balcony,

with oreganata clams,
and clams casino,

and puttanesca pasta.

Hey, fisherman!
Did you catch a fish?

- No.
- I wanna take my son fishing.

Yeah. I'm buying the house.

I told you I was gonna get it
all back, son.

I'm getting it all back!

You have phones!

- Give it back! Come on, give it back!
- You want my phone?

- Come on!
- You wanna buy it?

- Fuck off!
- Whoo!

Yeah, walk away.
Walk out of here.

What the fuck was that?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll be home
by Christmas.

I promise. All right.

Bye.

I know you.

We spoke.

Do you remember me?

Yeah.

Do you... do you remember
the car I was driving?

Uh, I'm not so great on cars.

Let me just...

There you are.

I have a car.

I have a job.

I have a name!

I have a son!

Here, drink some water.

What happened to you?

Come on, let's get you
out of the sun.

No, I have to call Mike.

Can I use your phone?

I have to call Mike.
It's-it's not too late.

I-I... I know
it's not too late. I...

Hello? Stanley Muldoon Finance.

It's me. Is-is Mike in?

One moment.

Hey, mate, how's it going?

Did the bank come back?

No, no, don't-don't sigh.

Just say they're...
they're going to make it happen.

Look, I'm sorry.
We've pushed it as far as they're gonna go.

Uh, they have agreed
to an extra 50, but that's it.

That's not...
No, that's not gonna cut it!

Aw, fuck.

It's not enough!

- Oh, Christ, mate.
- It's not...

- It's not...
- I'm sorry, it's just... It's not gonna happen.

Listen, you need
to forget this place.

You're just not meant
to be here.

Don't live here,
don't surf here.

Where the fuck
do you think you're going?

Get the fuck off!

Back off!

The fuck are you...

Ha!

You eat it! Eat the rat!

Eat it!

I'm from here! Ha!

I belong here!

You get off my beach!

You've shown us your power.
Now, give him some air!

Give him some air!

- You can't stop me being here.
- I know.

And I don't want to.

Pitt! Pitt!

- All right, mate?
- Oh, you all right, mate?

Lift him up,
go on.

I see your pain.

But before
you can have everything,

you have to experience nothing.

Before you can surf,
you must suffer.

Get him up!

Ready?

Blondie, fix him up
one of those recovery cocktails.

Oi,
mix some hydration salt into that water.

- It's okay. Blondie's a doctor.
- No!

Come on, mate.

Help. Help!

Just relax.

That's it.

There you go.

I was so close.

You've reached the summit,
and you don't even realize it.

This is it.

You've arrived.

I didn't have the money.

I lost the house.

Peter there is the senior
manager at First National Bank.

We're gonna take care of it
for ya.

G'day, mate.
I'm the bank manager. Hmm?

But the agent said
there was another bidder.

Good choice, mate.
Best house on Cliff Top Drive.

Call me.

- G'day, mate.
- Hi.

Your car's gettin'
serviced down at Twitchy's uncle's garage.

You look like you could do
with a flattie, mate.

Hey, Scally.

This whole time, you knew
I was going for the house?

That's a good one.

This is
a tight-knit community.

And we're the backbone of it.

You had to prove yourself.

But you can rest now...

'cause you're home.

You're home.

Surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer.

Surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer.

Surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer.

Surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer.

Surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer.

Surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer.

Surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer.

Surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer.

Surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer.

Surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer.

Surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer,
surfer, suffer.

Surfer, suffer, surfer,
suffer, surfer, suffer.

Surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer.

Surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer.

Surfer, suffer, surfer,
suffer, surfer, suffer.

Surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer.

Surfer, suffer, surfer,
suffer, surfer, suffer.

Scott!

You shouldn't be here, Jenny.

Be honest with me.
Tell me the truth.

About what?

Well,
everyone at school is...

- You know, his dad...
- Don't listen to that old man. He's crazy.

Come on.

Isn't she a bit young?

Eh. He's really playing
with fire with that one.

I don't like seeing her.

- She just reminds me of Jay.
- Jay?

...beautiful surfer.
Great surfer.

- Jenny was his bird, or he thought she was.
- Let's get inside.

Hey! You all right?
She got in trouble.

Scally had to get her fixed.

Young fellow
found out, blew a fuse.

He just wouldn't let it go.

What happened to him?

Uh... nothing.
- Shh!

Old news.

Forget it.

I talk too much when I...

- You'll call me soon, right?
- I will. Take care.

You get a lot of kids down here.

It's important to look out
for the next generation.

It's so easy for them
to go down the wrong path.

And that homeless man
from the car park...

His son came around here
for a bit, didn't he?

Where's his kid now?

Surfing in Bali, a yoga retreat in Cambodia.
Fucked if I know.

No, I think you do know.

Tell me.

The kid was wild, all right.

He got himself all wound up
about a girl last summer.

Took off, ended up in some junkie's
flophouse in the back of beyond.

He got jumped,
hit his head on the curb.

That was the end of him.

It was a tragedy.

So, why is his dad
so pissed off at you?

He's got it in his head that
I paid them fellows to do it.

Don't even think about asking.

None of this is on me.

It's easy for him to come down here
and put the blame on someone else.

Taking responsibility for his
failures as a father and as a man

is just too damn hard.

That's all.

Did you kill his dog?

You're harshing my vibe now.

But did you kill his dog?

Not me personally.

I can't have him down here
every day eyeballing me.

Now, enough of this.
Confession time is over.

Come join the congregation
for communion.

That's my church out there.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold up there.

Uh, where do you think
you're goin'?

I gotta be sure I can trust you.

There's one last test.

Hurry up, cunt.

- You can't burn his car.
- He's been well warned.

Deep down,
he wants it to happen.

It'll be cathartic for him.

He needs to move on.

It's all he's got.
You can't burn his car.

I'm not burning his car.

You are.

Visualize your house up there
with a view of the ocean.

It's all yours.

A haven for your family.

Eh? This is the moment.

You take it or you lose it.

Think of your family.

Think of what you've got to do
to be the person they need.

You've got to destroy to create.

I know it's not easy.

But there's no joy
without suffering.

- Come on.
- Yeah, yeah! Suffer!

Do it for your family.

Yeah. Do it!
Suffer!

Get in there! Suffer!

Suffer!

Welcome.

Yeah!

You need to get out of here.

You need to go home.
Just go home.

- What the fuck are you doin' here?
- Leave.

You haven't picked up your phone
in days. It's Christmas.

- What, you're with them now?
- He is. And so are you.

Your old man's been blowin' off some
steam with the locals. We're celebrating.

He's about to close the deal and get
you that house up on Cliff Top Drive.

Right?

I'm sorry
if we scared you before, kid.

But things have changed.

Your old man here,
he stepped up.

Come on.

Down to our beach.

I'll fix you up with a board.

We'll paddle out together.

'Cause out there
is the best vantage point

to see your house
in all its glory, right?

Right?

Because it's his house too.

It's his chance
to join our community.

And this is your moment
to give that to him.

Come on,
let's go surfing.

Yeah.
Yeah, be sociable.

We'll ride some waves
and go home together.

I'm just gonna put his bike
in my car.

I'll be right there.

Come on. Come on.

You're gonna love it out there.

Where are the keys?

Where are the fucking keys?

Ahh!

This bum does not fuck off!

You are gonna
turn around right the fuck now

and get off my beach.

I've got a little present
for you.

Oh, oh.

Let's go.

Uh-uh.
Stay right there, young fella.

- No, no, no, no.
- Don't worry.

This blowhard
ain't gonna do shit.

That thing's probably
not even loaded.

All right, listen.

All right, Mr. Fitzgerald,
just...

Just-just take a breath.

"Mr. Fitzgerald," eh?

I almost didn't recognize
you there

without your little
piggy costume, eh?

Where were you
when I needed you, eh?

Where were you then?

What do you want?

I want...

I want you all to get down on
your knees and face the ocean.

- Okay. Okay.
- Get down. Get down!

Go on, do it, or I swear to God,
I'll let it rip!

Now!

Let's get into it.

Did you kill my dog?

'Cause maybe, you know...

You kill my mutt,

I'll kill one of yours.

Jesus, please don't. Fuck!

You only have three bullets.
Let my son go.

Huh?

So I'm forced
to show some mercy, eh?

Fuck, man please...

How would you like to be spared?

- Please, Fitzy.
- Hmm? Yeah?

- Bark if you wanna be spared.
- What?

Bark if you wanna be spared!
Now, bark!

Good! Good boy!
Good boy! Good boy!

Go on, fuck off outta here!

All right, the general defects!

Now, for the rest
of the troops, eh?

Congratulations,
you're pardoned.

Not you three cunts.

- Let my son go too!
- You too, piggy.

No!

I'll never get to hold
my boy again.

Why should you,
you fuckin' liar?

I'll give you my car.
Just... let my son go.

You can't buy me. I don't want
your fucking trinkets!

This country...

Everyone's in shackles, and they're
calling it jewelry. Can't you see it?

I see it.

- I see it.
- And yet here you are,

selling your soul for one of those sea
view prisons up there on the cliff

- like a good little Bay Boy!
- I'm not...

I'm not buying that house.

- I'm not one of 'em.
- Yes, he is. And he deserves it.

He's worked hard.
He's not gonna let go of it now, mate.

Shut up, Scally.

I know you have your reasons.

I know you're in pain.

You lost your son.

Don't you talk about my boy.

I have something
that belongs to Jay, and I...

I... I'd like to give it back.

- I'm standing up.
- No, you're fucking not!

I'm moving very slowly.

No, no, no, no! No, look!

Look.

Jay must have been
some surfer, huh?

He must've really cut it up
out there.

Fuckin' right, he did.

All I want...

is to take my son surfing.

That's all.

Let's go.

Let the rip take you.
Don't look back.

You can't stop a wave.

It's pure energy.

Born in a storm...

way out to sea...

...brewing and churning...

for days, weeks, months,
sometimes even years.

It's all building
to this breaking point.

A short, sharp shock
of violence on the shore.

And you either surf it...

or...

you get wiped out.