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Come on! Hurry up.

You're talking too much!

Oh, in case you're wondering,
this is Tomato Day.

Or as I like to refer to it -
National Wog Day.

You might think
this is all quirky and cute

but I actually find this
really embarrassing.

You'd think
they'd never left Sicily,

except that it was,
like, 50 years ago.

This might be where I come from
but do I really belong here?

That's the past and you can't let
the past run your life.

Josie! Put the music back on,
we have to finish.

I have got to get out of here.

You probably can't tell
by looking at me

but, actually, I'm cursed.

So is my mamma.

And my nonna.

Well, that's Nonna's theory anyway.

It kind of sets us apart
from the rest of the family.

The three Alibrandi women...

...outcasts.

Why can't we just buy Latina
like the rest of the world?

She's going to marry
an Australian

and they'll feed their children
fish and chips.

My cousin Robert,
the treasured grandson.

Nonna says
we're lucky to be included

because being cursed
means we have no right to belong.

You are very fortunate, Patrizia.

Nonna goes on and on
about a lot of things

and Mamma always lets her,
just for peace.

Come on, Josie.
You've hardly done anything.

Christina! Christina!

Uh-oh. I wonder
what the gossip is this time.

Yes! Finally!

This is the last year
I'm going to have to do this.

I'm moving out of Little Sicily
and it's not a moment too soon.

Josie!

Give me a few years
and I'll be running things.

And it won't be
a small Italian family either.

I'm not going to be trapped
like them.

Josie, where are you going?
You promised you'd help.

I have! Anyway, you guys
aren't doing anything but talking.

I'm going places...

Hey, Josie.
Forget it, bello di nonna.

Starting with the beach.
Josie!

Josie!
Ciao, Nonna.

Christina!

Are you going to let your daughter
run around like a gypsy?

Mamma, don't start.

These are my friends
Sera and Anna.

We kind of happened by default.

When everyone was choosing
their friends in Year 7,

we were the only ones
left in the playground.

I can't believe you still do
National bloody Wog Day!

I need to be back by 6:00.

My cousin's brother-in-law's
sister's baby's being christened.

Your family's worse than mine.
Let's get out of here.

♪ But if you're shy
If you're shy

♪ You might start thinking

♪ The right kind of pill
will set you on your way... ♪

I've got big plans for this year.

I'm going to get Nonna off my back,

blitz my final exams so I can go
to university to do law

and I'm going to make the man
of my dreams fall in love with me.

And do you know what that means?

It means I'm going to be
the first Alibrandi woman

to have a say
in how her life will turn out.

♪ And you'll enjoy
a happy day with lots of... ♪

What's this about you
running around Bondi half-naked?

We were just at the beach!

Signora Formosa
said you almost ran her over.

She called Zia Patrizia's
next-door neighbour.

It got back to Nonna.
What a liar!

If I know Sera,
I'll hear about this for the next year.

What is wrong with you anyway?

Stop answering back
and start helping around here.

You know, Nonna always puts you
in a bad mood.

Now! This very minute.
This very second!

Sure you don't mean in an hour?

You're not too old to be slapped,
you know.

Poor Mamma's
had to put up with so much.

I can't believe my grandfather Francesco
kicked her out

when she was pregnant.

I mean, she was only 17.

That's how old I am.

Nonna says it's my birth
that brought the curse on us.

I found that out when I found out
Jesus died on the Cross for my sins

so... I felt pretty guilty that year.

Mamma used to tell me
I was an immaculate conception

until I found out
it was just the boy next door.

No-one else knows.

So Mamma and I share
the biggest secret in the world.

Sera and Anna don't really understand
the Mamma thing.

As long as they can hear
their fathers snoring, it's OK -

nobody died during the night.

Don't tell me you're OK, Alibrandi,
because I know you're not.

Oh, I'm getting old, Alibrandi.

That's what you always say
to cover some horrible truth.

Michael Andretti's in Sydney.

Signora Formosa saw him.

He's going to be living here
for at least a year

to work in some law chamber.

I thought you just made him up.

Yeah, sometimes I did too.

Oh, it was so hard standing there

listening to them all going on
about how wonderful he is.

It's no big deal. We can handle it.

It IS a big deal, Josie.

Nonna's decided
she's going to adopt him.

Well, I think it would be better

if I don't go to Nonna's
for a while, then.

He might hang around there.
Nice try.

Are you still in love with him?

He's a 17-year-old boy in my head.

Just say he finds out
and then he goes custody insane

or comes and shoots you
or something?

Let's worry more about Nonna
finding out and shooting him.

Oh, great. Well, this year's
just starting off perfectly.

You know,
I never thought for a second

I'd actually ever meet my father.

Anyway, they all seem
pretty useless to me.

I mean, take Sera's, for example.

Like most Italian fathers,

he thinks his daughter's
the Virgin Mary.

And like most Italian fathers,
well, he doesn't have a clue.

Anna's father's no different.

The poor guy works two jobs,
saves for years

and never goes on a holiday.

What for?

So he can buy his daughter a place
in the best school.

But I know better than that.

Because at St Martha's
it's all about money, prestige

and what your father
does for a living.

And how do I know this?

Because I'm surrounded by girls

whose fathers treat them
like princesses.

Carly!
How was your trip?

They think they have everything.

And do you know what?

They do.

Did you hear what her father said
on his show?

Fucking racist!

Someone should have said it
years ago.

Mmm. Next he's tackling
wogs on handouts.

You look fantastic.

I was having such a bad hair day.

The shoot went on for hours.
Give me a bucket!

♪ Pride, wisdom, holiness

♪ All we possess... ♪

At least I have the dubious honour
of being vice-captain

which is like being runner-up
at the Miss Universe Beauty Pageant.

I take over
if Miss St Martha's gets ill

or becomes involved
in a sex scandal.

Don't take it so seriously, Anna.

It can't predict the future.

Last year, I got Joan of Arc.

Two weeks later,
I burnt my hand ironing.

I wouldn't go near any lion
parks this year if I were you.

Who have you got, Jose?
St Barbara.

She was beheaded by her father.

Bummer.

I'm going to be a saint this year.

Assessments in on time.
No slacking.

No afternoon detentions.

Sera!

And you know what?

For once in my life,
I'm going to stick to it.

Josephine!

We'd all like to know
what you find so fascinating, Josephine.

But maybe not on my first day back.

I don't think you'd find it
interesting, Sister.

You'd be surprised.

Stand up.

Sister Louise is famous
for nostril flaring.

Once I said to Sera that she must
have been a horse in another life.

But Sister overheard

and argued Catholics
shouldn't believe in reincarnation.

What has this magazine got to do
with my religion class?

Well, Sister, you said...

at the end of last year
that we should bring in examples

of material that insults our intelligence.

Well, everything in this magazine
insults our intelligence.

Sit down.

Do you think they're concerned

with whether we're
good Christians or not?

No, it's...

They've got articles like
'Do You Love Your Sex Life?'

And 'Does Size Count?'

And let me assure you, Sister,
they're not referring to his height.

You've made your point.

What year are you in, Josephine?

Why do teachers
always ask questions

they already know the answer to?

Year 12, Sister.

Are we going to have a repeat
of last year?

Truancy? Constant disrespect?

You've already had the chance
of being captain taken away.

If you're going to spend
the year in this office,

you can forget about
being vice-captain.

Look at me.

Don't give people a reason to say
you don't deserve a scholarship.

As if they don't say it anyway.

But just remember —
It's me that decides these things.

Make sure your priorities
are right, Josie.

And that goes
for your new job as well.

Is there anything you don't know?

Not much.

But thank Christ
that even in the most tragic of lives,

there's always a sliver of hope.

♪ Zadok, the Priest

♪ And Nathan, the Prophet

♪ Anointed... ♪

Sorry, Sister.

♪ Solomon... ♪

And his name is John Barton.

♪ King... ♪

and are honoured
to have you here with us

to discuss
this year's social calendar.

Now, St Martha's and St Anthony's

have had a long history
of collaboration.

In the past,
young women and young men...

Teachers always act
like they've never seen food

when they come to functions like this.

That is Miss Gibson's
fifth Tim Tam.

But as I said,

this year doesn't necessarily
have to be all about hard work.

Already
school dances, mock trials,

debates, Have a Say Day, where the
best of our orators will speak...

Does she know you're speaking?

She certainly wasn't talking

about last year's losing team's
third speaker.

Thanks.
Better luck this year.

You'll need it.
I'm not debating.

I'm joining the Young Libs.

I didn't know you were political.

My father's into job security.

What?! Being the leader
of the Liberal Party?

Mr Prime Minister!

When will you announce
your new cabinet, Mr Prime Minister?

As soon as my wife,
the Shadow Attorney-General,

decides to cross the floor.

Is that a possibility,
Mrs Alibrandi-Barton?

I wouldn't be the first politician
to do that.

What were
your early spiritual influences?

How difficult is it...?
Carly Bishop from 'Skamp'.

Attorney-General Alibrandi-Barton,
what will you wear?

Mr Prime Minister!
Excuse me!

Mrs Alibrandi-Barton!

Excuse me!

Excuse me. Do you want one or not?

You're doing a great job there, Carly.

Did you make these yourself?

Ironical, isn't it,
the people you have to serve?

Well... we should be impressed

that she knows the meaning
of the word 'ironical'.

Why not just fuck the guy
and get it over and done with?

And that's got you
a prize of a man.

See you, Josie.
'Bye, John.

Hey, Dad.
Hi, John.

How are you?
Not bad. Yourself?

You want a lift?

Come on, Carly. Hop in.
Ciao, Josie.

See you, Josie.
'Bye.

Hi, Carly. How are you?

[sad Baroque-style music)

Is that a tattoo on Angelo's arm?

Uh-huh. It says, "Sera forever."

I swear, we did it all holidays.

More times than with Anthony?

Sera, I think
you should be careful.

Oh, great, now I'm getting advice
from a professional virgin!

What do you suggest I use?
How about your underpants?

Josefina!

Josefina, ciao!

The ritual of having to go
to my Nonna's every afternoon

drives me insane.

So I try to dawdle.

But there's always
Nonna's spy ring.

It's the biggest and most thorough
in the Southern Hemisphere.

Hey, Jose.

It usually takes them anywhere
between 18 minutes and two days

to get back to her.

Get in the front, Josie.

You know,
once it only took them 12 minutes

because three of Nonna's CIA operatives
were in the same house

having a Bessemer party.

Phone companies would go broke
if it wasn't for the Italians.

I'm not hungry.

It's too hot.

For the Ronald McDonald's
you are always hungry.

Nonna, I'm not eating!
Do you understand English?

I was taught to speak English
before your mother was born,

maleducata!

Why you cannot be like Roberto
I never understand.

You just wish he was your grandson.

Look at your hair.

It's the fashion!

I'm putting the air conditioner on
in the salotto. I'm dying.

Who do you belong to?

Who do you think I belong to?

Go on — who?

Yeah, I bet you wish
I didn't belong to you.

You misintrepid everything!

It's "misinterpret"!

What did I do to deserve
a grand-daughter and a daughter

who talk to me
like I'm a dog in the street?

Don't bring Mamma into this.

She's good to you, Nonna.
You just nag her to death.

Answer back all the time.

I am an old woman
and I deserve respect.

Go and get me my tablets.
You've given me a headache already!

You are cursed this way
because of Christina.

All the curses
come from the mother.

So that's why Mamma's life
turned out the way it has...

because of her mother.

Go home, Josie.

I do not want you here.

Michele Andretti!

Josie, show Michael
to the salotto.

Come in. Come in.

Did you know
Christina had a daughter?

Christina's daughter?

My mother had me young.

Josie!

Josie!

Where are you going?

I don't know who she took after.

What did you do to her, Josie?
She's hysterical.

Josie, I want you to ring
and apologise to her right away.

Josie!

Hurry up!

♪ I'm the problem
with the world today

♪ I'm the problem... ♪

Josie, what's the matter with you?

Open up!

Open it!

He was there, wasn't he?

My father has a scent.

It's a combination
of cigarettes, aftershave

and that smell that all men have.

I can't pretend
he doesn't exist anymore.

I can't understand
how he never found out.

Maybe the wogs don't gossip as much
in Adelaide as they do here.

I'm not getting dropped off
in that car.

Good. Walk, then.

How am I supposed to see
if someone's overtaking us, Sera?

I only want it for a second.

One second — that's all it takes.

Bang! Gone — keep your pants on.
If somebody comes...

Ignorance keeps me safe.

It keeps us all safe.

It's not as if
I can change anything.

Some say that there's nobility
in dying in war.

Others say that there's satisfaction
in dying of old age.

But the person I never listen to

said that there's neither
in dying of ignorance.

So instead of saying, "Why me?"
when it happens,

maybe we should be saying,
"What can I do to prevent it?"

It's up to all of us.

Thank you.

I thought you said
you hadn't prepared anything.

Our next speaker
is the captain of one...

Hey, I liked your speech,
by the way.

I was rooting away for years
without using a condom.

It scares me shitless to think of the
risks I took.

Thanks for sharing that with me.

I think I'll follow your lead

and show them all
how to put one of these on.

How you going?
I'm Jacob Coote from Cook High.

Whoo!

Two things happened to me
yesterday.

The first
was I received all this shit

about voting for the first time.

I tore it up
and chucked it in the bin

because politicians are a bunch of
dickheads and they bore me stupid.

But the second thing

was my old man wanted to watch
this documentary on SBS

about insects rooting
on fig leaves.

So I caught the end
of the 'World News'.

I saw these three guys
dragging a friend of theirs

who'd been shot by their own army

'cause they were protesting
about something.

The only thing I understood was
the guy wore a Nick Cave T-shirt.

But then I wondered how some guy
my age with my taste in music

gets himself into a situation

where his own government
tries to kill him

just because
he has something to say.

And I figured
that in this country,

we vote, not for the best party -
because there's no such thing -

but to keep the worst party out.

I like standing up here

and calling our Prime Minister
a dickhead

without someone trying
to shoot me and stop you listening

and because I don't want
to end up on the news

being watched
by some ignorant idiot

on the other side of the world,

who believes
this can't happen to him.

Cheers.

He's not too bad.
He doesn't do anything for me.

Is that his father?

That's the Premier, you dickhead.

Don't they just
look perfect together?

If he had it any more together,
he'd be running the country.

Mmm, he probably will.
So could you.

I can just imagine them
letting a wog be prime minister!

Why aren't we up there?
We'd look good on telly.

Well, maybe as school
captain, you should be.

You've been doing your homework.

You read interesting things
in public toilets.

Yeah. It's a pity
about you being vice-captain though.

It could have been great
between us.

Happy Easter!

Excuse me, everyone.

Look who's here!

Michael!
Hello.

Great.
What do we do now, Alibrandi?

Can you believe
this is my little Christina?

Hi.

You remember Josie.

Yeah.
I hear you're quite a scholar.

I take after my mother.

Josie, you take these.

Now... why doesn't everyone
go outside? We're nearly done.

Ma.

During the war...

Marcus Sandifordi
taught us to make this salad.

I bet she had a passionate affair
with Marcus Sandford.

Don't be silly.
She was a married woman.

He was good to us
during the war, that's all.

We cried so much
when our men were interned.

Is Ricardo dead or alive?

Maybe he ate my pasta Patrizia?

Signor Sandifordi
teach us the English.

That's why English we speak well.

Look at him
sliming all over Nonna.

Who does he think he is -
part of the family or something?

Whoo! Whooo!

Who wants another turn?
Me! Me!

Later, later. Come on, let's go.

What am I supposed to think,
Christina?

We had it all arranged.
We both agreed to it.

Did you think
I wouldn't come back if I knew?

I changed my mind.
You changed your mind?

I changed my mind.

What about your father?
What about your mother?

What does Katia know about this?
Am I 'this'?!

Don't worry. Mamma and I
are good at keeping secrets.

The only reason I came back was...
For what?

I came back for work.

Thought you'd be settled
with a family.

She IS settled with a family.

Maybe we can discuss this some other time.

Get real.

I beg your pardon?
Stop being polite.

You're making me puke.

Be angry or... or be rude,
but don't you pretend I'm not here!

What do you want me to say?

All the time.

All the time I would say,

"Christina, do not go near
that maleducato.

"He's on the drugs."

The police were always there.

And his poor mother
was on the nerve tablets.

In front of my eyes
and I didn't see.

Why him?

Why disgrace me with
Pia Andretti's son, of all people?

Why can't YOU sleep with her?

Come on. Help me make my bed.

I'm scared to leave her alone
and she won't let me near her.

She's old
and she doesn't shave her legs.

You can't catch old age
from sharing a bed.

Mea culpa.

Mea culpa.

Mea grandissima culpa.

Go get my photo album
on the dresser.

I wish my grandfather Francesco
HAD found out

that Michael Andretti
was Mamma's boyfriend,

'cause then he'd be dead.

Josie.

Look, Josie, a gypsy.

Look!

Me at 17.

Christina.

And you.

Triplets.

And you complain about MY hair.

My mamma would say,
"Katia, you are a gypsy out of control.

"Who would want you?"

But the men still came.

Five men... came to ask me
for my hand in marriage

when I was your age.

Every week, "Marry me,
Katia Torello, marry me."

But it was my father
who chose Francesco.

This was taken on the boat.

I was dancing.

And the men... Oooh!

The way they look at me.

I was most beautiful than all.

And modest too.
Mmm.

Some of the men even said,

"Forget Francesco
and run away with me."

I was, uh... very, very lonely
in Australia.

I was in a place, Josie,
where I did not belong.

And every day, there were people
who said to me with their look,

"Katia Alibrandi,
you... do not belong."

Come on! Come on! Come on!
Go!

WHOO!

What are you doing
around these insane fanatics?

Yes, yes, yes!

Someone should tell your cousin
HE'S NOT PLAYING SOCCER!

Er, John.

I really need to
get to that meeting.

Dad, this is Josie.

Hi.

Third speaker on the winning team.

Good. Um...

Well, we'll see you at home, then.

That was Senator Barton
in an emotional mood.

Overwhelming, isn't it?

What's he got
to be emotional about?

He's breathing down my neck
about my university preferences.

Law at Sydney Uni
so you can be my best friend?

Or teaching?

Don't laugh! You're very patient
with the little debaters.

When you talk, people listen.
My father would have a stroke.

You're a snob.
No, a realist.

My father's a politician,
my grandfather's a politician,

my great-grandfather
was the backer

for the first
Liberal prime minister.

It's called tradition.
Tell me about it.

Sorry.

I'm in a shit mood
because he went through my mail.

He owns my life, you see,
so he can open my mail.

Well, at least your father
has expectations.

Mine can't even handle
being in the same room.

Oh yeah, fantastic.

My favourite is when he gets
on his soapbox on my birthday

and says, "One of my sons
will lead this country

"back on the road to glory,
and I feel that could be John.

"Now, let's forget
the incidents of the past.

"He's done his stint at FBA
and we can move forward into the future."

You're bad.

You going to the Red Hill dance?

You?

Maybe.

Yahoo! Whoo!

Your cousin's doing
a lap of honour.

God! I have to put up with his ego
the whole way home.

WHOO-HOO!

I've gotta look perfect, Nonna.

I want it just like this one.

I can make this exactly the same,
Josie. Exactly.

Ohhh! I'll die if John Barton
doesn't ask me to dance.

Try not to make it too public
and disgrace the family.

This is material
from your glory box.

That was MY glory box.

What chance do you have of marriage
when the devil's cursed your life?

Next time, tell them you'll wear
what you want to.

As if your parents
saw you leave home in that!

OK, God. Here's the deal.

I'll say the rosary
five times a night with Nonna

if you just get him to ask me
for the first dance.

That's him.

Ladies.

I saw you at the Stanavic wedding.

Dance?

How about a dance,
Miss Vice-Captain of St Martha's?

I didn't think you'd be the type
to come to this.

So she thinks she's got me
all figured out.

♪ Victory is empty

♪ There are lessons in defeat

♪ But we're dead
from the waist down

♪ We are sleeping on our feet

♪ We stole the songs
from birds in trees

♪ Bought us time on easy street

♪ Now our paths, they never meet

♪ We chose to
court and flatter greed

♪ Go dispose ability

♪ I caught a glimpse
and it's not me

♪ Make hay not war

♪ Make hay not war... ♪

I modelled that dress once.

I was gonna buy it,
but I found something better.

Good thing you didn't. It needs
holding up in the right places.

The clash of the cleavages.

He's waiting outside the door
for me.

If he stands further away,
you'll be in separate suburbs.

Unlike some people!
You could've done worse.

He's OUR school captain.

But not exactly
the school captain she wants.

Ooooh!

You should've seen her.

John.

I meant to ask you to dance.
Oh, maybe next time.

Let's go to Oxford St!
Sure.

How about BC's? You coming?
I can't.

I can fit five in my car.
I can't come.

Can anyone drop me off?

I can give you a lift.

Hey, he's a friend of mine.

I play soccer with him.

Well, that says it all, Dad.

See you, Josie.

'Bye, John.

'Bye, John.

So, what's your name?

Josephine Alibrandi.

I can't believe it!

He's danced with me
for seven and a half songs,

rubbed his body up against mine

and he hasn't even
asked anyone my name!

I'm going home
with the wrong guy.

I'm going home...
...in a panel van?!

Guess again.

Hey!

This dress is made out of material
from my glory box.

Glory box?

Yeah. This is, like,
the best dress I own.

This'll be a family heirloom
one day.

How do you expect me to sit
on that bike in my family heirloom?

You sure
you don't wanna take a taxi?

Yes, I'm sure.

You'll love it.

Well, can you at least
just turn around?

It's bad enough
George St's gonna see my undies.

You're denying me that honour?

You ready?
No.

Let me check for ID. I don't
wanna be Jane Doe in the morgue.

Gee, you're a morbid chick.

♪ I have looked
all over the place

♪ But you have got
my favourite face

♪ Your eyelashes sparkle
like gilded grass

♪ And your lips
are sweet and slippery

♪ Like a cherub's bare wet ass

♪ 'Cause you're
a human supernova... ♪

♪ Solar superman

♪ You're an angel
with wings afire

♪ A flying
giant frictional blast... ♪

♪ You walk in clouds of glitter
and the sun reflects your eyes

♪ And every time the wind blows
I can smell you in the sky

♪ Your kisses are as wicked
as an M-16

♪ And you fuck like a volcano

♪ And you're everything to me

♪ Yeah,
'cause you're a human supernova

♪ A solar superman

♪ You're an angel
with wings afire

♪ A flying
giant frictional blast... ♪

It's up the hill.

Doesn't your mother worry about you
on that thing?

Oh, she's dead.

Hey, it's OK.

I'd die if my mum died.

No, you don't die.

You just get really angry.

And then, after you get angry,
you hurt a lot.

And then one day you remember

something she did
or something she said

and all of a sudden
you laugh instead of cry.

I thought you'd be rich
'cause you go to that snob school.

I'm on a scholarship.

So if you weren't,
you'd be at Cook High with me.

I'd be at a Catholic school.
But it'd be like Cook High.

Yeah, and I wouldn't
have a problem with it.

Oh, look...
you're not really my type.

I mean, n-not as an insult
or anything.

Oh, no. Of course not.

Look, I've got to go.

Do you want to go out?

You'd have to meet my mother.

Look, I don't meet mothers.

Well, I don't go out
with guys who don't meet mothers.

Alright, it was a dumb idea anyway.

Hey!

Alright, I was being a dickhead.
I'll meet your mother.

Oh, come on. What am I gonna do -
say no to this guy?

I don't think so.

Don't worry.

Do you think I'm going to lose sight
of what I've always wanted?

I can't wait to be here next year.

We'll be in the same tutes,

we'll have coffees together,
studying...

Ohh... There he is.

John!

Where the hell have you been?!

Checking it out.

Trying to decide whether to do
four essays or three assignments

isn't my idea of a holiday.

What if we don't survive?

What happened to
paving your own path to glory?

Oh, the young
are so foolish.

So how's my competition
at Cook High?

I can't make up my mind.
I don't think he's my type.

It's boring if you always
stick to your own type.

You're a dickhead!

How many times do I have to tell you

to stop flattering me.

I'll race you to the arch.

I think we can be more mature than that.
OK.

Come on!

Come on, keep up!

Does this boy have a car?

No.

Good.

How about I drop you both off?

I've got a better idea.

Why don't you sit between us
at the movies?

Josie, why don't you invite him...

in?

Hello, Jacob.

Hey.

I'll just go get my jacket.

Josie!
Ssshhh!

It's so sad — his mother's dead.
There's no-one to sew for him.

What?

There's 'La Dolce Vita'
at the Dendy.

La what?

Mate, I don't wanna see
a film with subtitles.

So what do you want to see,
Mr Bill Collins?

I wanna see a normal movie

with cops and robbers,
good guys and bad guys

and people I can relate to.

Sorry. 'Morons from Outer Space'
is no longer showing.

Look, this is how I dress
when I go to the movies, alright?

And pardon my ignorance
about the mother thing.

I've never had to date
an ethnic girl before.

"Had to"? If we're slumming,
I've never HAD TO date an Anglo before.

What the hell
is an Anglo?

You people should go back to
your own country if you're so confused!

Dear 'Guinness Book of Records',

I've just been out
on a 10-minute date.

Is that a record?

My father's a cop
and he'll kill you!

No, he's a barrister.

I think you should get in the car.

What are you doing?

Are you stalking me?

What are you doing
storming down the street

accusing me
of being a public servant?

I was at Christina's.

I was under the misapprehension
that we could come to an arrangement.

You offered her money, didn't you,
and she said to fuck off?

She was more eloquent than that.

You know, I never thought meeting you
would be so boring.

I thought we'd be really Sicilian
and scream the place down.

Josephine!

Wait!

Till recently, I had no idea
that you even existed,

so pardon me
if I'm not good at this.

So the best you can do
is offer a token gesture.

Look... I need a little time
to take all this in.

Oh, please, Mr Andretti.
Don't do us any favours.

Why can't something go right
for a change?

Oh, I know it sounds like
I'm always complaining,

but... please, God,
don't let me be a loser.

Hey, John!

They had this idea that we should
write down how we feel,

then give it to someone we trust,

who'll read it to us
after the exams.

Catholic answer to therapy.

How do you feel at the moment?
I don't know.

It's almost as though I've given myself
the HSC as this deadline

and then, I'm scared that at the end
of the year, I won't get what I want.

I dunno what I want.
Deadlines aren't very good for me.

Would I pass the trust test?
What?

Catholic therapy.

Would I?

What have you written?
I'm not telling.

How about you?

Are you ready?
Yeah.

♪ From my heart

♪ As it hurts... ♪

I can't believe I've got
John Barton's soul and he's got mine.

And I wonder if he's as scared
as I am about what we wrote.

I don't think I can wait
until the end of the year.

♪ Ecstasy

♪ As it hurts... ♪

They're still here.
He just got his fourth burger.

I saw Anton
at my cousin's wedding.

I was so embarrassed.
Why?

Thanks.
He spoke to me.

Bastard!

Oh, good one, Jose.

What kind of lawyer will I make

if I keep letting a guy like Jacob Coote
get the better of me?

After all, I have
my glorious future to work on.

So no more distractions.
Back to being a saint.

Hello!

This uniform feels so much tighter.
I've put weight on around the bum.

What?

They're teaching us
the wrong English text, aren't they?

It's John Barton.
What's "John Barton"?

He's dead.

He killed himself.

They reckon
that he slit his wrists in his bed.

Shut up, Sera, it's not funny.

Why don't you come
to my office, Josie?

We can ring your mother
and she can come and pick you up.

Josie?

It's OK.

♪ See the stone set
in your eyes

♪ See the thorn twist in your side

♪ I'll wait for you

♪ Sleight of hand
and twist of fate

♪ On a bed of nails

♪ She makes me wait

♪ And I'm waiting for you

♪ With or without you

♪ With or without you, oh

♪ I can't live

♪ With or without you... ♪

For the rest of my life, I want to know
what they do with the sheets.

Maybe they'll burn them

or maybe they'll scrub and scrub
that blood away

so that they can sleep on them
for the rest of their lives.

♪ Nothing left to lose

♪ And you give yourself away

♪ And you give

♪ And you give yourself away... ♪

"If I could be
anything other than what I am,

"I'd want a tomorrow.

"If I could be
what my father wants me to be,

"then maybe I could stay
for that too.

"If I could be
what you want me to be,

"I'd want to stay.

"But I am what I am
and all I want is freedom."

♪ With or without you

♪ With or without you, oh

♪ I can't live

♪ With or without you

♪ Oh-oh

♪ Oh-oh

♪ Oh

♪ With or without you

♪ With or without you, oh

♪ I can't live

♪ With or without you

♪ Oh

♪ Ooh-ooh. ♪

If I'd asked my mum
where to take you, she'd have...

she would've said here.

We used to come here all the time.

She had this way of...

making us feel safe.

It's going to be alright, Jose.

Why can't anyone see?

If John Barton couldn't be alright,
no-one's going to be alright.

It's been three months
since my last confession.

I always wanted to be part
of his world.

But I don't belong there.
God, he didn't even belong there.

I don't belong anywhere
and I hate it.

What is it with wogs?

You stupid bitch!

At least I'm not a bastard.

Oh!

Either she leaves this school
or my daughter does.

No! I'm not leaving.
She's the one who hit me.

I won't put up with leniency
for students on handouts.

It's tokenism.

You've suffered a shock, Josie.
I think I should try your mother.

Don't involve my mother.
I can handle it myself.

I'd advise you
to contact your family solicitor.

As if she can afford one!

I'll ring my father.
He's a barrister.

You liar! She's lying.
She doesn't even have a father.

Yeah, I'm the Immaculate Conception
and my mother's the Virgin Mary.

Why not phone him then?
Go on, phone him!

Carly, I think you should go
to the sick bay.

I have to find his number.

See? She doesn't even know
her own father's phone number.

He's just moved here from Adelaide.
I knew that number — 8874592.

Um...
and could you please remind him

that it's St Martha's, Rose Bay,

and not St Matilda's, Roseville?

Thank you.

My mother says
the family's cursed.

They'll expel her.

She'll have to do her HSC
at TAFE or at a state school.

Come on.

Alibrandi?

Andretti.

Your daughter has broken
my daughter's nose.

My daughter...

has inherited
her father's temper.

Could we, um...
could we talk a minute...

Dad?

She gets on my nerves.
That's it?

Her hair's on my books
when she's in front of me.

Yeah, well, for that,
I would've knifed her.

She's racist.

She called me a wog,
amongst other things.

So you broke her nose
with a science book?

History.
What did she say?

I'm just sick
of being called names, ok?

Josephine, get used to it.

There's many name callers around
and if you thump every single one,

you'll spend your life
paying legal fees.

My apologies for disturbing you.
Just go. I'll fix this up myself.

That creep wants you to pay
for his daughter's nose job.

Because of that nose job,
she'll become a model

and you will end up
working in a fast-food chain

because you were expelled
and couldn't do your HSC.

Now, what did she say?
It doesn't matter, OK?

She doesn't give a shit
about anyone.

She just does all this damage
and leaves us feeling like crap.

Do you think I didn't get depressed
and feel like killing MYSELF?

How dare he!

'Cause everyone knew
who his father was.

No-one ever told their kids

they weren't allowed to play
at his place.

Can I speak to you for a minute,
Mr, er...?

My father is Ron Bishop.

From 2XY.

It's alright.

Weren't you in hot water recently

regarding your views
on immigration?

As if my father listens
to talkback radio.

Oh, but Daddy, aren't we suing?
Da...

How was court today, Dad?

I thought you weren't
ever going to talk to him again.

Thanks for letting him think
we owe him,

that he's the hero of our lives.

Are you going to help me
with my hair?

Where are you going?
For parents and teachers night?

You're only doing this
because Michael's back.

I don't want that name
mentioned in this house.

Well, he's better than your boss,
Elvis Presley,

the perverted dickhead.

It's Paul Presilio, actually.

And if you think I've waited
all my life

for Michael Andretti to come
and save me...

Who is this man, Presilio?
Does he know about you?

Know what?
Am I sick, mama?

Is my daughter
some kind of a... a sickness

that I have to warn people about?

I do not like it when you go out
and neglect your daughter.

Neglect? When have I ever
neglected my daughter?

I need a life too.

You're just jealous because you didn't
make something of life when Papa died

and you were desperate to.

I'm an old woman,
I'm tired of fighting.

And I'm a young woman,
I'm tired of being old.

People will talk,
it'll be me that suffers.

This has got nothing to do
with you.

Do you understand? Nothing!

I understand, Christina.

Go, get married to him,
have a thousand kids!

I'll go live with my father.

I hope I die during the night

and you feel guilty
for the rest of your life.

When you say things like that,
I wonder what I did to deserve you.

Would you like me
to refresh your memory?

None of you care
that it's me who suffers.

None of you.

Oh!

Oh, now what?

Marcus Sandford?

Nonna, this is the guy
you go on about?

He is such a spunk!

Is that what all the Australian guys
looked like back then?

Year after year, every Christmas,

Francesco would go away to work

and leave me all by myself
in the bush.

I was in danger.

Snakes on the floor, Josie.
No tiles, just dirt.

Did Marcus Sandford
kill a snake for you?

I met him in the post office.

I open a letter from Patrizia
who was still living in Sicilia.

Josie, my mamma and papa are dead.

The mafia?

Influenza.

I begin to cry, screaming,
pulling my hair, on the floor,

crying, "Why? Why?"

Those poor Australiani look at me
like I'm a crazy woman.

Nobody moved.

Then someone picked me up off the
floor and carried me out the back.

He spoke to me in English
and I cried to him in Italian...

but we understood each other.

I never stopped being sad
that I lost this Australian friend.

It was his destino
for your friend to die this way.

But it's not mine.

When you were born,

Francesco said that I was never
to see you or Christina

but nothing would stop me
from seeing my bambola.

And I could see that this baby

would be the one
to stop the curse.

Do you want me
to do your hair now?

No wonder you Italians
have so many bloody operas.

So tell me part 12
of the Alibrandi-Andretti saga.

What happened in part 11?

Your old man wanted you to stay
and your mum was cracking up.

Yeah, well, his mother, Pia Maria,
sent my nonna a poison letter

'cause she's in denial.

'Cause Mamma reckons Pia Maria
still thinks her son's a virgin.

She's the witch on nerve tablets

that cursed your grandma's garden
and all the flowers died?

She's not a witch. She's got
the evil eye. It's a bit different.

Nonna says
you're the devil incarnate

and I'm not allowed in your car.

I've got a proposition for you.
A job. Three afternoons a week.

Photocopying, being a courier,
making coffee.

Do I get a mobile?
I'm the boss. No perks.

Do you want a coffee?

Yep, um... do you mind
if we drop Jacob off first?

♪ I come out cold
as the warm sun rises... ♪

Hey, nice car.

♪ Rises

♪ As the warm sun rises

♪ I come out clean
but I wear my disguises

♪ As the warm sun rises... ♪

Does he have a car?
No.

Good.

You two did it in a car,
didn't you?

This isn't the time or the place.
What type? Tell me.

A Charger.

Were you in love with her?

I was in awe of her. She wasn't like
the other girls around here.

In what way?
She was smarter than me.

She was going to go to university
and study poetry.

My mother? A poet?

I didn't think
she'd be interested in me.

I had to use my brains
for a change.

Well, that's because boys
are at their sexual peak at 17.

Oh, really?
Women are when they're 34.

So Mamma's the right age
but you're over the hill.

I used to hang around here
when I was a kid, after school.

And your mother...

your mother would walk down there
with Katia clutching her arm

like she was never
going to let her go.

We were very good at keeping secrets,
your mother and I.

If Katia knew what we were getting up to,
she would have killed me.

I think she still wants to.

Do you?

Does it matter?

I like the fact that you called me
up to the school.

Did you really think she went through
with what you'd planned?

I knew her father.

I didn't think Christina had the guts
to stand up to the bastard.

Don't look at him!

Do you think my life
would have been different

if I'd been conceived in that car?

I can't believe I'm saying this
but I actually feel sorry for Nonna.

I mean, look at the way
her life turned out.

Francesco dragged her off the dance
floor and dumped her in the bush.

No wonder she thinks
all men are bastards.

His grandson is going to be
a solicitor.

But I'll be one myself.

Why? When you can marry one?

You can tell him from me
he's not to pick you up anywhere.

He comes to me first,
especially with propositions of work.

Why are you making things so hard?

For who? For him?
For you.

You know, he might be
interested in you

and for once,
you get to choose what you want.

Everything I've done has been
my choice. I was never forced.

What about things you haven't done?

Like uni or travel or...
joining a circus or...

I don't need to join a circus.
I was born into one.

Relationships?

A few weeks back, you had
an attack at the idea of it

and now you want me
to have a relationship.

Oh, it depends on who with.

Look, I just want you to tell me

how you wanted life to turn out
when you were 17.

Josie, life's not Mills & Boon.
I'm not saying it is.

I dreamt of marrying a man
who'd take care of me.

We'd talk a lot.

We'd have four children.
I wanted girls.

I always wanted a girl.

The important thing
is that he would like me

and that my children
would like me.

Was that man Michael Andretti?

Yeah.

But I look at him now
and think of being spat at

and not being allowed to see Nonna
until my father died

and feeling scared and alone.

Well, why can't you look at him
and think of me?

And I've been like, "Calm down.
You know, it's not that exciting."

It's as if he's got no life
the way he's going on.

I'm like, "Big deal.
I'm just sleeping over."

Shit!

Hi.

She's got homework
coming out of her ears.

Make sure she does it.

See you.
'Bye, darling.

Thank you.

She's got a doctor after her.

I get along with him
like a house on fire.

That should be handy
next time you break somebody's nose.

Don't you have anything
other than Sultana?

It's Santana.

Hello? Yeah. Yeah.

No, no, the deposition's ready.
Yeah. Clayton Utz.

Make it 7:30. That's right.

Yep, 7:30.

The first time he asks me
to join his practice, I think I'll say...

no.

♪ So deep

♪ Deep without a meaning

♪ I knew you'd find me leaving

♪ Tell those friends
with cameras for eyes

♪ That their hands

♪ Don't make me hang

♪ They only make me feel like... ♪

I-I'll take care of that
when I get back. Yeah.

Look, I've got to go.
My daughter's staying over.

Yeah, OK. 'Bye.

Hey, who's the chick?
God, you're nosy.

She's eating spaghetti with
a fork and spoon. What a dickhead!

♪ In an unguarded moment... ♪

♪ In an unguarded moment

♪ In an unguarded moment... ♪

Well, this is it.

There's no going back now.

♪ I'm too tough and... ♪

Look at us all acting like lunatics

trying to pretend
we're not shit-scared.

Who will we know next year?
Who's going to matter?

♪ I lay down the law... ♪

♪ I don't know what I want

♪ I just do what I please

♪ I'll take time to regret... ♪

My marks won't be
high enough for Law, I know it.

What about a fashion designer?

You'll end up being a sales assistant
in Katies or Sussan's.

What about teaching?
Haven't you heard of karma?

What do they sing?

Journalism?

All the women have
really bad haircuts. No, thanks.

Flight attendant?

They're just waitresses
who clean dunnies on planes.

We need to make decisions.

Get your parents to decide.

I'm the master
of my own destiny, Sera.

As if!

You're cursed with one destiny.
You can't control it.

Bullshit.
Listen.

The poor marry the poor,
the wogs marry the wogs,

the westies marry the westies,

the North Shore
marry the North Shore.

Sometimes they marry into
the Eastern Suburbs.

So what about Jacob and me?

You can't even go on a date
without having a fight.

You don't know anything about what
we have, so mind your own business.

Three months and it'll be over.

Look at me and Angelo.

We've been together a year
because we're from the same stock.

Good.

I hope you have retarded children.

It's only the HSC.

Is it who I think it is?

Yeah, Dad. This is Josie.
Hi.

You're all he talks about.

Dad, don't let me
have to kill you.

♪ Millionaire say

♪ Got a big shot deal

♪ And thrown it all away

♪ But I'm not too sure

♪ How I'm supposed to feel

♪ Or what I'm supposed to say

♪ But I'm not... not sure

♪ Not too sure how it feels

♪ To handle every day... ♪

I like you making the first move.
♪ And I miss you, love

♪ Make room for the prey... ♪

You kids want a cup of tea?

Oh, yeah, whatever, Dad.

♪ But it's gonna hurt... ♪

She's beautiful.
So are you.

♪ And I love the pain

♪ A breeding ground for hate

♪ But I'm not... not sure

♪ Not too sure how it feels

♪ To handle every day

♪ Like the one that just passed

♪ In the crowds of all the people

♪ Remember today

♪ I've no respect for you

♪ And I miss you, love

♪ And I misuse love

♪ I love the way you love

♪ But I hate the way... ♪
What?

♪ I'm supposed to love you... ♪
What?

No more, Jacob.
I think we should stop.

It's OK. I've got something.

What?

Oh. A condom.

This just doesn't feel right.

Your dad's in the next room
making us tea.

You're making excuses.

We'll be quiet.

♪ Like the one that just passed

♪ In the crowds of all the people

♪ Remember today... ♪

Don't.

Don't.

Oh, what?
♪ And I miss you, love... ♪

What— is it a prize or something?

Just not now. Not here.

What do you mean, not here?
Not ever?

No, just not now.
Is that so hard to understand?

I just always get the feeling

that you're looking
for something better.

Well, then,
you're reading it wrong.

♪ And I miss you, love. ♪

You're so... I don't know...

You're so lucky.

You live without culture
or... religion.

You just have to abide by the law.
That's bullshit.

I hate the way
you simplify my life.

Aren't we over that bullshit?

You're a snob.
I'm not.

You are. You're a snob.

That's why you liked
that Barton guy.

Don't be sacrilegious, Jacob.

He hasn't even been dead
for three months.

Haven't you heard
of mourning periods?

Hey, I know more about mourning
than you'll ever know,

and believe me, there's no
such things as periods.

God, I'm sorry.
No, you're not.

You're not. You just say
what you think people want to hear.

Fuck.

Jose, wait! Wait!

This should be perfect.

You... you get into punch-ups
with aspiring models

and you... and you wipe your nose
with your sleeve.

You're my type of chick.

Why are we
such a disaster together?

♪ You won't suffer anymore

♪ Validation's your reward

♪ Plus hair and make-up tips

♪ And so much more

♪ For the luckiest of teens

♪ The shallowest of dreams

♪ This model youth

♪ Hey, teenager of the year

♪ Win the chance
to judge your peers

♪ Hey, teenager of the year

♪ Your new life begins right here

♪ So, hey, at least try... ♪

Pens down.

♪ Proves that you're alright. ♪

The train on
platform number 2 goes to...

This is stupid.

I can't understand
why it keeps stalling on me.

Josie, I told you
to go easy on the clutch.

I'm just doing what you told me.

Look here, let me show you.

I'm the one driving.
You're driving me crazy.

At this rate, you won't be able to change
gears before I go back to Adelaide.

When?
When what?

Put your foot on the clutch.
No. When are you going back?

Not just yet. In a couple of weeks
when I'm finished here.

Yeah. What are you finishing, Michael?

Can we talk about this some other time?

Right now, I'm trying to
teach you how to drive.

Fuck your driving lesson.
You're a crap teacher, anyway.

Bullshit!

Hey! Don't you ever
speak to me that way again!

What will you do?
Get all fatherly and discipline me?

That'll be hard
when you're in Adelaide.

Maybe Nonna's right.

We ARE all cursed.

Why did I think
I could ever change anything?

I'm sorry, Nonna. But I'm not going to be
the one to stop the curse.

Your family's just
not good with men.

I think we've analysed
this enough.

Angelo was kind of
growing on me.

His name's Massimo
and his family's from the north of Italy

and his mum's like, you know,
"That's why we have blonde hair."

I mean, can you believe it?
I said, "Excuse me, Signora.

"Look at my hair
and my parents are from Calabria."

Sera, I hate to break this to you,

but you weren't born
with that colour hair.

What star sign is he?

Oh, Libran, you know.

He reckons he's a result
of Christmas passion.

My mum's a Libran — 1st of October.

Then they did it
on New Year's Eve.

Your grandfather
must have been such a romantic.

My grandfather
was anything but romantic.

He wasn't even around
half the time.

Especially at New Year.

What?

I have to go.

Josie.
You're a liar.

What?

Didn't your Australian friend
teach you that word in English? Liar.

That is why Nonno
hated Mamma so much, isn't it?

Isn't it?

Why are you saying this, Josie?

Why can't you just say it?!

Why do you have to be
such a hypocrite?

Our name is a lie. Just say it.
Josie, stop.

You let your husband
kick Mamma out when she was 17.

You wouldn't let Michael come here

when you found out
he was my father,

when all the time you'd done worse.

You're a hypocrite.

I'm telling her.
I'll tell her everything.

You don't understand
what it was like

to live with a man who
treats you like farm animals.

I did my duty. I stayed with him.

That was my penance.

Do you think he didn't know?

Of course he knew.

He couldn't give me children.

He tells me this
17 years after I married him

and I put up with the...
his disgusting ways,

thinking it was me all the time -

me, failing.

So you know what I did?

I hit him.

I despised him.

I had lost so much.

It was not like
being with Francesco

who used me for two minutes.

This man...

he undressed me careful.

Careful...

as if I... was special.

In my marriage bed, Josie.

And he loved...

He loved me.

Why didn't you
stay with him forever?

He begged me...

but I couldn't disgrace my family.

What would happen to my daughter?

Do you think the Italians
would let her play with their children

or the Australians
would accept her?

You must believe me, Josie.

Everything... every single thing I did
was for Christina.

I did everything to protect her,

to keep her safe from the devil.

But the devil, he lived next door

and got in
through a hole in the fence.

He's my father.

If you love me, you'll accept that.

I see Marcus
every time I look at Christina.

In my heart,
I've had only one husband...

who I left behind in Queensland
when I was pregnant.

If I didn't...

my daughter's life
would be worth nothing.

Oh God.

Let my daughter understand
that my sin was her curse.

You have to tell her.
You have to tell her.

No. Never.

Never tell Christina.

No more lies.

My fault.

My fault.

No more curses.

You have to tell Mamma.

Tell her what?

I'm loved by two of the strongest women
I'll ever know...

and they've been kept apart

by a man who couldn't love
either of them.

I think I've always known.

Wouldn't it make Francesco happy
to know that we're all miserable?

'Bye, Nonna.

Hello, Michael.
Hello.

Hello.

Come on up.

Josie.

It's like I started reading
a book in the middle

but, uh...

I don't know what happened
at the beginning.

If I go back to Adelaide,

you could come and visit
every holiday.

If you stay,
I'll come and visit you every day.

♪ Volare

♪ Oh, oh... ♪

Oh, she'll definitely do Law.

Oh, she's not going to make
any decisions

until, you know,
until she's got her results.

That's probably a good idea.

Oh, Mamma.

I can't tell you whether Mamma
will ever really forgive Nonna.

Or whether Michael's going to stay.

Or if Jacob and I
are destined to be together.

♪ Volare... ♪

A motorbike?

What would you prefer he has?
A Charger?

♪ Hey, cantare

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh... ♪

Hey, I really want this
to work, you know,

more than anything
I've ever wanted.

Well, except for my mum
not to die.

Come on.

We both know you don't always get
what you want.

But, God, I love your faith.

How are you, Michael?
Nice to see you again.

Yeah. Nice to see you.

Nonna, this is Jacob.

Hello.
Ah.

I've heard so much about you.

Here you go, mate.
Welcome to the family.

Josie, where are you going?

Christina.

Hey.

Come on in.

Come on. Let's go.

♪ Volare

♪ Oh, oh... ♪

I'd always dreamt of being someone
really impressive and famous -

you know, someone people
could sit back and envy.

I wonder what it would have been like
growing up an Andretti,

who never was an Alibrandi
and should have been a Sandford,

and maybe never be a Coote.

But I know now that what's important
is who I feel am.

I'm Christina
and Michael's daughter

and I'm Katia's granddaughter.

And we're not cursed,
we're blessed.