Original subtitles

♫ Worlds away from anyone

♫ They were burning themselves out in the sun

♫ Worlds away from anyone

♫ They were burning themselves out in the sun

♫ There was just enough to get that far away

♫ Ooh

♫ Ooh ooh ooh

- [Group] Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight,

fight, fight, fight, fight, fight,

fight, fight, fight, fight, fight,

fight, fight, fight, fight, fight.

- [Lockie Voiceover] People have some weird fears,

don't they?

Phillip is afraid of becoming like Pop,

wetting the bed till he's 110.

Sarge is afraid of running out of rhymes.

- His words were bitter, just like lemon.

He spat them out and cried to, to.

- [Lockie Voiceover] Mum is afraid that everyone will look

at her bum and think it's too big.

Me?

My fears aren't that weird.

I'm afraid of getting beaten up by big hairy bogans,

like Curtis.

- Hope you've said your prayers, Leonard.

- Does anyone know why I'm here?

Or how this all started?

Or why Curtis is as angry as a bee in a brown paper bag?

- So did your mum say what was so important?

- She just said to ask you.

She baked a cake and everything, and mum never cooks.

- I'll come straight over.

Lockie, apple or orange?

- I've lost my voice.

- You should have got out of your wet suit straight away.

- Lockie and Vicki went water skiing yesterday.

- Ahh!

- [Phillip] And crashed and burned,

and now they're not talking.

- Phillip!

- What?

You've lost your voice.

- I was just filling in the gaps.

- Have you done your assignment?

- What assignment?

- Have to make a speech in front of the whole class.

If you could be anyone for a day, who would it be?

- Don't think I like the sound of that.

What's wrong with just being who you are?

So, you want me to pose for a sculpture?

- I know it's late notice, but the judging closes tomorrow.

Cake?

- [Lockie Voiceover] Apart from her bum,

Mum was also afraid of hurting anyone's feelings.

- I'd be honoured to pose for you.

- Oh, great!

Oh, you don't have to eat it.

- [Lockie Voiceover] And, if I'm honest,

I probably should have said I'm also a bit afraid

of Vicki Streeton.

- You should have called her straight away.

- I did!

(bees buzzing)

- Bees?

But did you say you were sorry for being an idiot?

No. Because if you did, everything would be sweet.

- But I was not an idiot.

- Doesn't matter.

That's just what you have to say.

- Hurry up, Vicki, we've got a class to get on with.

- Haha, there's no class in here, Miss Twaddle.

- Right!

Heads on desks.

If you're going to act like children,

I'll act the grumpy school teacher.

- Egg was right.

I just need to say it.

Tell her I'm an idiot.

I know you think.

- What?

- I'm a.

- All right, let's hope you've used up

all your silliness for today.

Heads up.

Who would you be?

(bees buzzing)

- Since when does she hang around bogans like Curtis?

I thought you said you were gonna apologise

for being an idiot.

- I tried.

- What's that for?

- [Lockie Voiceover] If only I'd known these few little

steps were gonna put me into the face of my fear,

maybe I would have had a chat to my feet.

- What do you want, wax-head?

Dear Vicki, I'm an idiot.

He's got that part right.

(kids laughing)

- [Bogan] Yeah.

- And I'm sorry that.

The only time I ever want to see your face again

is when you bring me a new vanilla slice.

Got that?

- [Bogan] Yeah!

(dish breaking)

- Your mother just found out that your mother needs

to sculpt her in the nude for this competition.

- Mum's got a bum thing.

(Joy mumbling)

- [Lockie Voiceover] I should've rung Vicki straight away

and apologised.

I should've bought Curtis a new vanilla slice.

Or alternatively, I should have just stayed

in bed 'til I turned 18.

(heavy metal music)

(wood cracking)

- [Lockie Voiceover] So where's Mr. Streeton?

He should be out here screaming his brains out by now.

(bicycles clattering)

- Unless you're here to deliver me a new vanilla slice,

I'm gonna be very unhappy.

(electric guitar solo music)

- [Lockie Voiceover] Things were getting

too intense for words.

I had to get some serious air guitar translation done.

(electric guitar solo music)

- And what did you say?

- I just said, yeah, whatever.

- Oh, no.

- What?

- You just agreed to fight Curtis tomorrow at four o'clock,

in the canteen after school.

And you better not be late.

- He said all that?

He specifically said in the canteen after school?

(electric guitar solo music)

- In the canteen.

After school.

- There is another option.

You can tell Mum and Sarge and then that'd stop it.

- No way.

And if you tell them, I'll be using your head for practise,

alright?

- I don't want you to go, Lockie.

- I'll be okay.

- But he's 15.

And he's big.

- Go to sleep, Phillip.

- 20 hours 'til the showdown, Leonard.

- [Lockie Voiceover] If I could be anyone, who would I be?

- [Group] Fight, fight, fight, fight,

fight, fight, fight, fight

- [Lockie Voiceover] Maybe a man of peace.

Gandhi, or some Indian guru.

- [Group] Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight.

- [Lockie Voiceover] Just zap him with my kindness.

Have him eating right outta my hand.

(Curtis grunting)

(Curtis roaring)

Or not.

In which case, I should be a boxer.

Muhammad Ali.

Gotta float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.

Or maybe Phillip's right.

Maybe I should tell Sarge.

Sarge!

Sarge!

You're supposed to come when I call you.

- Would you stop blathering on?

- It's my dream.

- I don't care.

Four o'clock, Leonard.

Four o'clock.

- [Lockie Voiceover] Eight and a half hours to go.

- You are a bit hot.

D'you think you should stay home?

- I dunno, Mum.

It's okay to be scared, Lockie.

I know you don't like making speeches.

Sometimes, they say, it's better to face your fear.

Yeah, I know.

Hmm, always sounded like a load of tripe to me, too.

And you know what?

I will support you if you want to stay at home.

I think it's a silly assignment, anyway.

Well, that's it, then.

We're both staying at home.

Hmm, won't be able to pose

for Mrs Eggleston's sculpture now.

Shame.

- So, Leonard chickened out (clucking like a chicken).

- [Lockie Voiceover] Word was out.

I was home in bed with a bad case of gutlessness.

And it looked like I'd given it to Mum, too.

- I'm so sorry, but I'm afraid Lockie's home sick

and I couldn't leave him.

- Yes, you can.

- Really, I don't think.

- I'm going to school.

- Yes, that was him.

He seems to have made a recovery.

Oh, good, okay.

I'll see you at four.

- You gotta face the fear, Mum.

- And that's why I'd be Oprah Winfrey's dog.

(students clapping softly)

- I had a late note.

Gave it to Mr. Flint.

- Good-o.

- Staying home was the smartest thing you've done all day.

And now you've stuffed that up, too.

I know about the fight.

It's not gonna happen.

I'm gonna stop it.

- Vicki, you're required at the Principal's office.

Your father's waiting to see you.

- But my dad's not meant to be home till tomorrow.

- Immediately, please!

And Vicki, I think you'd better take your bag.

Mr. Leonard, just enough time for you to do your assignment.

Who would you rather be?

- Ahem.

In choosing someone,

there were many things I wanted to have.

Like, characteristics.

But I couldn't work out who had them all.

First off, I tried to think of someone who was fearless.

But Mum said some fears are healthy,

otherwise we'd all go around picking up spiders.

Then, I thought, maybe it'd be better

if I was someone who's brave.

- [Group] Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight.

- [Lockie] Brave people still get scared.

Like Sarge, sometimes he has to do scary stuff,

but he does it anyway.

'Cause he knows it's the right thing to do.

- [Group] Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight.

- Hope you've said your prayers, Leonard.

- [Lockie] And maybe that's the key,

knowing what's worth doing and what's not.

And the brave bit is not caring

if anyone thinks you're a coward.

(bell ringing)

And that's what I was going to tell Curtis,

if he'd only given me a chance.

I can't show you exactly what happened.

Can't stomach it again.

But this is it in interpretive dance.

On skates.

I will be played by Sarge, 'cause he's brave.

Curtis will be played by himself.

'Cause he's a bogan.

(dramatic music)

- [Group] Fight, fight, fight, fight.

- Ahhhh!

How many bee stings?

- Three, four, five?

- Okay, we're done here.

- Does it look bad?

- [Phillip] What are you going to tell Sarge?

- It was an accident.

We were playing handball and I was running backwards

to get the ball.

- I just don't understand why there were bees

at school in the first place.

- They used to be part of the year 12 biology course,

until Lockie crashed into them.

- Stop eating all those jubes, Phillip, you'll be sick.

(telephone ringing)

- Get that would you, please, Phillip?

(doorbell rings)

- That'll be Wingnut.

- So, how did it go?

- How did what go?

- The assignment.

You made the speech,

even though you were just a little bit fearful.

- It was all right.

- But it was good to do it, wasn't it?

Just to get out there and do it.

You know, not hiding at home, just doing it.

- Yeah, it was great.

- Oh, you don't seem very happy about it.

- These bee stings are sort of distracting me

from my happiness, Mum.

- I just want to go for a surf

and forget today ever happened.

- Vicki's on the phone.

- What?

Hello?

- I'm not even supposed to be using the phone.

I just had to make sure that,

that you're okay.

- Yeah, terrible accident, really.

- Well, I'm grounded, in case you care.

- How come?

- Because of what Curtis' mate did to Dad's table.

They shouldn't have been here while Mum and Dad were away.

- Oh, good-o.

- I'm gonna go.

- Well.

Okay.

(mellow music)

- [Lockie Voiceover] Sometimes you just need to get away,

where there's just the sun, the sand, the surf

and no one to mess with your head.

Until some noodle tells you Curtis reckons he's going

to beat you up every day till Christmas.

Not great news.

Almost as scary as the jumble in my head about Vicki.

- You can't hide in bed all day.

Get up.

You've got penance to pay.

- What did I do in my sleep last night

to get me into trouble with Sarge?

Did you tell them about the fight?

- Only the bit about Curtis beating you up every day

until Christmas.

- Lockie!

(dish breaking)

Joy, if you don't like the plates we can get new ones.

- Mrs Eggleston's sculpture won.

- Oh, well, that's, that's good, isn't it?

Mrs. F. Eggleston, winner in the sculpture category.

Prize $300 cash.

Winning sculpture will be on display

at Main Street, Angelus, for three months.

Oh that's, that's good, isn't it?

That, that, that's great.

Yeah, that's great, isn't it?

- No, Sarge, I'm in the nude!

With my big, back veranda exposed for everyone to look at.

- Well, there is that.

(Curtis banging)

Oh, I forgot.

I've got Curtis in the back of the paddy waggon.

- Curtis is here?

Sarge never comes at things head on.

He likes to sneak up on problems.

Give them a touch of showbiz.

- Right, two coats ought to do it.

Oh, nearly forgot.

Here are your brushes.

- Are you for real?

- Am I prone to making jokes, Lochlan?

- Never made a joke in your life.

- Never made a joke in your life, who?

- Sir! Never made a joke in your life, sir!

- Now, I don't know about you, Curtis,

but I know Lochlan!

So I'm assuming he started this.

But you could've turned the other cheek.

Now, Monday morning, if you two are thinking

of moving in to round two,

oh, you'll be back in here Monday night.

- Nice one, Sarge.

There's one problem with the plan though.

He can see through the bars.

Curtis is going to see that I'm not painting.

- No, he won't.

I'm not going to use the word disappointed.

There are very few reasons in this life

to raise your fists, Lockie,

and Curtis is not one of them.

You almost had the right idea by staying at home.

- Yeah, that's what Vicki said.

- Smart girl, that.

Complicated, but smart.

She phoned again, by the way.

Maybe you'd like to go around.

Once you've finished painting.

- Psst, Vicki.

- I have to make sure every shrub is the exact same height,

to the millimetre.

Umm, quick, get in the recycle bin.

- [Lockie] What?

- Oh, they never use it, it's just for show.

- That section's a little bit higher than the rest, kitten.

- He doesn't get it, does he?

- Get what?

- That it's weird to go away and leave you

by yourself for three days in the first place.

- I don't know if you can talk about being weird.

- Well, if some bogan got all hot and sweaty

over my girlfriend and then decided to beat my head in.

- Is that what I am?

Your girlfriend?

- I don't know.

Mostly, you're my confusion.

- I just get sick of being good all the time.

- See, I'm confused already.

I thought we were talking about the Curtis thing?

- Yeah, well I am.

I knew Mum and Dad would chuck a fit if I invited him over.

- But they weren't even here.

- Maybe I wanted you to chuck a fit too.

I said stuff like, I loved you, and you didn't say it back.

- Yeah, but you say that you love heaps of stuff, Vicki.

You love fishing,

you love falling asleep in front of the telly,

you love nachos.

- You're just being thick now.

- [Lockie Voiceover] But I wasn't.

I'm just not as complicated as Vicki.

All this whole love thing.

But it made me realise what makes stuff scary.

It's when you don't know what's going to happen.

- Do you think you'll ever say it?

- I don't even know what it means yet.

Does this, does this mean we can still hang out, or not?

- All right, folks, it's showtime.

The winner of the sculpture prize,

with her very naturalistic piece entitled Mum,

Mrs Florence Eggleston.

- Yay, Mum!

- Kiss.

Okay, let's see it.

(crowd clapping)

- Ah.

Oh, it's inspirational, love.

- It's around the wrong way, you guys.

Come on, I said bum to the wall.

- Oh, I almost forgot.

I made you a card.

- Oh.

- Mum, we love your bum.

And we do.

- Quick, come on, quick, quick, quick.

Oh ho ho, look at that!

- I just don't think I'm happy

with every Tom, Dick and Harry,

staring at my back veranda.

- You've gotta face the fear, Mum.

Face the fear.

♫ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

♫ Boy is breaking

♫ Underneath the weight of strain

♫ Hey, hey, hey

♫ Hey, hey, hey

♫ Worlds away from anyone

♫ They were burning themselves out in the sun

♫ Worlds away from anyone

♫ They were burning themselves out in the sun

♫ It was just enough to keep them far away

♫ Ooh