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MAN: It made me feel equal, it made me feel loved.

REPORTER: Messages of support from across the world.

#marriageequality trending on Twitter.

Lady Gaga sent her congratulations

and our very own Kylie saying, "Love is love."

It's been one of the most talked about,

most divisive votes in our history.

They voted 'yes' for fairness.

They voted 'yes' for commitment.

They voted 'yes' for love.

(ROARS)

In Geraldton, the winds blow so hard

even the trees can't grow straight.

That's what this town does to you.

Well, that's what Dad said anyway.

Desert on one side, ocean on the other.

We're all alone out here.

Dad said there were two ways out -

leave in a blaze of glory

or die.

I don't want to die.

Dad worked his whole life in the port.

He gave them his sweat,

tears,

and finally...

...his blood too.

But when he got his pay out,

we scored a flat-screen telly from Cash Converters.

He spent so much time on that couch,

his arse print is still baked into it.

The best was watching Rage on Saturday mornings,

especially when they showed old '90s stuff.

He'd get real quiet whenever Nick Cave came on.

He grew up in a shithole town, too.

People thought he was a weirdo, but he didn't give a rat's.

He got out of there.

Now Nick Cave is rich, famous, got respect.

Nobody calls him a weirdo now.

And then, one day, a clip came on that changed everything.

Dad could have Nick Cave.

This is what I wanted to be.

I didn't just want to watch those clips,

I wanted to be the one up on that screen.

That's when I came up with a plan.

Hey!

Get a guitar.

Get good. Get out.

I'm going to be the biggest rock star the world has ever seen.

(SINGS) ♪ What about me?

♪ What about me?

♪ What about me? ♪

(MAN CLAPS)

Thank you so much.

We are Cemetery Drive playing all the hits.

Now let's really get this party started with Nutbush!

Take it away, Charlie.

You know I fucking hate that song.

We're hired to play radio-friendly retro

for the weeknight drunks.

If we don't toe the line, my dad won't keep booking us.

Thank you.

Do you want it or not?

I don't want it, I need it.

Eyes on the prize, Charlie boy.

If we book enough gigs over the next few months,

we can get our stuff properly mixed and upload it.

Or get out of Gero.

One step at a time.

Just tone it down, OK?

You can be a lot.

I'm not toning myself down for anyone.

Wanna fuck me?

BOY: Dad, are we there yet?

MAN: Soon. Just hurry up.

I'm tired.

We got a long way to go still, so just...

Just get a move on.

(MUFFLED SPEECH AND LAUGHTER IN OTHER ROOM)

(FLOOR CREAKS)

Is that you, Chucky?

Nah. I'm just here to rob the place.

(LAUGHS)

Cheeky bugger.

MAN: Hey, what did you call me?

I wasn't talking to you.

Get off it, Fitzy.

What?!

(ALARM RINGS)

(HEAVY GRUNGE MUSIC)

Mr Roth.

Father.

And the badge.

What do you call that colour?

The Way You Make Me Teal.

You look like a drowned Smurf.

You will need to cut it off.

You mean shave it?

But then, sir, I'd be a skinhead.

Wouldn't that send out a terrible message

to the school community?

Dye it back.

Or Saturday detentions.

That's your call.

Sophie's Choice!

Always a pleasure, Father.

(HAMMER GRUNTS)

(MOANING)

Mind if I take this tie off you? (LAUGHS)

Oh, don't be like that, babe.

Why don't you let me titty fuck you?

Huh?

How about now? How about now? How about now?

(LAUGHS ECHO)

MAN: (ON FILM) Good luck!

Just felt like it.

We booked it.

Perth Arena?

A wedding!

Congrats dude, you're finally marrying that chicken burrito!

Nat from the surf shop's marrying Lorenzo Calogero.

Who?

Bitch Tits's older bro.

Is Nat's rack as big as his?

You know what this means?

You're gonna unhook your jaw like an anaconda

and try and shove in as much wedding cake as you can.

Arsehole! Ow!

Bec! Something to share, Rebecca?

No, Miss.

It means serious cash.

How much? A hundred each.

Then we'd have enough for a ticket to Sydney.

Or a professional mix.

Whatever.

If we book enough weddings

over the next few months, we are set.

And, Charlie, no MCR.

Don't look at me.

I'm not playing the fucking Nutbush!

(MOANING ON TV)

Gay!

That's enough, Hammer.

But, Miss, this is a porno!

We don't need your commentary.

(MUSIC PLAYS INSIDE HOUSE)

Quick.

Locking me in, huh?

It's my house.

I can do what I want.

Fuck.

Nice.

You don't kiss?

Nah, I'm not into it.

Damn.

What's your name?

Gerard.

You're hot, Gerard.

Oh, nice.

You play?

Nah, nah, I'm good.

You can do what you want here.

I'm OK.

What's with the nails?

(EXHALES)

You a drag queen?

I'm in a punk band.

Oh.

You have a kid?

None of your business.

Are you married?

Not anymore.

Bedroom's this way.

You want me to fuck you?

Um...

Yeah?

I don't really fuck.

You don't kiss, you don't fuck.

What do you do?

It'll get hard if you suck it.

(MOANS) Suck me.

Suck your daddy.

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(CAR PULLS UP)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

What? Teeth?

No, no. Get off.

What's going on? She's home.

I thought you said you weren't married anymore.

Fuck what I said! Hide!

Keep your mouth shut.

Alright, Kevin, whose bike is it?

Hey?

Oh, please, her jeans are still on the floor.

You said we were done.

I said I needed time to think.

Where is she?

Come on out, sweetie!

Come on, let's get a good look at ya.

Ah.

Come on, don't be shy.

You're a boy?

He told me you left.

Oh my God, Kevin.

He's a he?!

And he's how old? How old are you?

17.

He's a teenager, Kevin.

What did you do to him?

I didn't do anything.

He wanted it. I'm sorry. I didn't...

Wait a minute.

Don't I know you? No.

Aren't you Nadine Roth's son?

You're Charlie.

Charlie Roth. You can't tell my mum.

For fuck's sake, Kevin, how long has this been going on?

Tonight was the first time. I wasn't talking to you!

Get your shit and get out!

You're not going to tell anyone?

What?

Worried I'm going to tell everyone

what a sick faggot you are?

Just get out!

What the fuck, Kevin?!

(CONTINUES YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

Fucking stupid cunt!

Fuck! Fuck!

(ECHOING) You're not gonna tell anyone?

Worried I'm going to tell everyone

what a sick faggot you are?

(MUFFLED, INCOHERENT VOICES, WHIRRING)

TEACHER: ..watched the movie,

I want you to consider the following questions.

Who is the real mastermind?

(INDISTINCT VOICES)

(CHILDREN YELLING PLAYFULLY)

Stop.

Hey, I'm not here to cause trouble.

I'm with my kid. Please don't let her do this.

Do what? She can't tell anyone.

What the hell?

Get away from my family, you pervert.

Pervert.

I didn't do anything wrong. Are you mental?

You get my husband high and then beg him to fuck you?

Fuck you! What?

I know your type.

You've got a fucked-up home life,

so you gotta fuck up everyone else's.

Look, that's not what happened.

Don't touch me!

(CRIES)

Now look what you've done! Calm down.

Calm down? Calm down?!

Don't tell me to be calm.

I am calm.

I'm happily married with a beautiful kid,

which is more than you'll ever have, you little homewrecker.

(CRIES) It's OK, darling, it's OK.

Come here, it's OK.

You're not gonna out me.

Don't you try me. You never were.

I'll ruin you. You can't.

Because that'll just show how bullshit your whole life is.

You've got way more to lose than me.

You just shut your mouth.

I'll tell everyone about you.

Not if I tell them first.

What?

Come back here! Don't walk away from me!

What's up, Gero?

It's your boy, Charlie Roth, lead singer of Cemetery Drive,

here to tell my truth.

Do any of your pipes need cleaning?

Well, boy, do I have the place to go.

Check out Kev's plumbing.

He'll clear out all of your holes.

Just make sure you book an appointment

for when his bitch-arse wife isn't coming home early,

because Alicia is totally not a fan of his bicurious phase.

She likes to pretend they have the perfect family,

but I'm pretty sure we all know the truth.

Don't we, Gero?

Kev's got a thing for underaged boys.

That's right, he's a pedo.

And how do I know?

Well, because he picked me up off an app.

And what app, I hear you ask?

A faggot app.

Because I, Charlie Roth, am a fucking faggot.

And I don't give a shit who knows it anymore.

So do your worst, Gero.

(PHONE DINGS)

(PHONE DINGS)

(PHONE DINGS REPEATEDLY)

(NADINE LAUGHS IN LIVING ROOM)

MAN: (ON TV) ...the ideal partner.

MAN: I have been married before.

I have two kids.

I was of the understanding, you know, growing up,

that men don't cry and, you know, hold things back.

But once my marriage broke down,

I did take it very hard.

Dinner?

No, thanks.

I'm a very forgiving person, caring,

and, you know, I always put everyone else before myself.

(LAUGHS) But I am lonely.

He's in for a whole world of hurt. (LAUGHS)

I'd really like to let go of that

and really focus on going into this experiment,

and that requires a partner who's very patient.

(HARD ROCK MUSIC)

Yass, qween! Total diva move. Bitch, why didn't you tell me?

Don't. What?

Don't treat me like that. Like what?

Like I'm a fucking queen.

Charlie, what did I do?

HAMMER: Maybe not to try on that.

Well, look who it is.

Cover your arses, boys.

(LAUGHTER)

Aw, don't be like that, Charlie.

Don't be like that, Charlie girl!

(LAUGHTER)

Come on, Charlie.

Charlie!

(CACOPHONY OF INDISTINCT VOICES)

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

Motherfuckers!

Where the fuck's my money, Fitzy?

What money?

You took it!

No idea what you're on about, mate.

Just give me my fucking money.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down, Chucky.

So what do you want it for?

It's none of your fucking business. Just give it back.

Nah, mate, can't help.

You fucking arsehole!

Fitzy!

Get the fuck off me!

Get the fuck off me!

Calm down, little man. Fitzy!

Fitzy, get off him!

I don't wanna go through this

with a fucking little poofter like you, OK?

Get the fuck off me, you fucking junkie!

What the fuck did you just call me?

Leave him alone, Fitzy!

You get back up again, mate,

and I'm going to put you on your fucking arse.

Are you calm? Are you calm?

Fitzy!

Fitzy, did you take his money?

So fucking what if I did?

About time this little poofter started chipping in, eh?

It's not yours to take!

Are you gonna pay him back?

I thought maybe he could go down to the wharves

and suck some dick.

Oh, nice one, cockhead.

PA: Attention all passengers.

The N5 bus to East Perth via Jurien Bay is now boarding.

MAN: Thank you.

Henry. Yeah. Hey, hold up.

My mum's on board. She's got my ticket.

No, no.

Your mum's not on board, mate.

Come on.

Hey, can't I just pay at the other end?

(LAUGHS) Doesn't work like that.

Please, sir, I really need to get out of here.

I'm sorry, mate. I can't help ya.

You want me to call the cops?

Thanks for fucking nothing.

Buy a bloody ticket next time.

Ah, fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

(NICK CAVE SONG PLAYS IN DISTANCE)

(NICK CAVE SONG PLAYS IN CAR)

Hey.

Hey, man.

Are you gonna get in or what?

Getting a good look, eh?

Sorry, you're just, um... you're hot.

I was gonna say the same.

You like Nick Cave?

Aren't you a bit young to know who he is?

What? Are you my dad?

How old are you? 20.

How old are you?

16.

No, you're not.

Exactly. Neither are you.

I don't want to be a cradle snatcher.

Right.

If you're a cradle snatcher,

I don't want to know what that makes the other guys.

Yeah, it's always gross old cunts at these places.

Yeah. (LAUGHS)

I'm Charlie.

Sorry, you don't have to tell me your name.

I don't normally tell guys...

I'm Matt.

Well, um, it's nice to meet you, Matt.

You too, Charlie.

SONG: ♪ I'm a stranger...

♪ ..to kindness. ♪

(THEME MUSIC PLAYS)

♪ The more you know

♪ The more

♪ The more you know

♪ You know! ♪