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Ok then, you're late again.

One more time, and you're gone.

Dad's gonna be pissed off, mate.
Yeah, righto.

Got a minute?

When we're outside.

You got any teaching jobs
going at the moment?

I told you when you quit, no second
chances. That was two years ago.

I can't keep workin' here, waitin' to
fall into one of those bloody machines.

Be at my place tomorrow.
3:00. Sharp.

What for? You'll see.

And bring both your shoes.

**

What are you doin' tomorrow?
I don't know. Stuff. Why?

I was gonna drop by Walter's.
I don't know. Want to come?

What?

Give you a ride.
Whoop-de-fuckin'-do.

I wonder how those girls
have matured.

**

Thanks, right.

I thought I said 3:00. Yeah, uh, sorry,
the, uh... the traffic was a shocker.

Well, put your shoes on
and get warmed up.

All right, everyone to the bar.

What am I doing here?
Just go with it.

Well, well.
Look what the cat dragged in.

I never thought I'd see you
guys... You still here?

Walter's the only one who'll give him
a job. You guys. Good to see ya.

Place is exactly the same, huh?

No, mate, some things
have improved.

Come on. Lift those legs.
Make it snappy. Snappy!

Keep your taps clean.

Bloody prick.

All right, give
me a nice clean finish.

Five, six, seven, eight.

You want to improvise,
you do it in your own time.

Bit rusty, aren't you, mate?

Yeah. All right, take
five, everybody.

Didn't think you guys
would turn up for this.

Turn up for what exactly?

Last week, Walter got a call from a guy
he tapped with before his accident.

Anyway, this guy's done a lot of big
shows, you see... Spit it out, Gus.

He's auditioning people
for a new tap show in Sydney.

You beauty. What a waste of time.

Then again, maybe not.

- Yeah, that's the hairdressing chick.
- Are we next?

- She just opened a salon on Darby Street.
- Sweet.

- She moved up from Wagga not that long ago.
- Hey, glamour.

Listen up, everybody.
Gather round.

I'd like to introduce you
to Gerard Ball.

Gerard's Anthony Ford's
choreographer.

This is a great opportunity
for you all.

Please, give him your best.

Keep it simple and no improvising.

I got it covered.

You haven't got it covered.
This guy's a professional.

Easy, tiger. Okay,
I want everybody to do this.

And keep it going. Keep it going.

Who are they? The Okden brothers.
Steer clear.

Arms straight.

Okay. Stop there.

Everyone I point to, step forward.

You, you, you, you,

you, you, you, you, you.

- There you go.
- The rest, you can go. Thanks for coming.

Okay, I want you to do this.

Okay. Five, six, seven and...

Stop. Stop. Stop!

Stop! Whoo!

Why would I hire you if you can't
follow a simple direction?

Because I'm bloody good.

Thanks for coming.

In fact, thank you all for coming.

I've seen enough.

Fifteen years of tap class
for a... oh, 12-second audition.

You owe me a schooner for this.
Yep. Whatever.

Before you leave, clean
up the studio and put the CDs away.

G'day, I'm Mitch. And you're... Hi.

I prefer redheads anyway.

Well, I thought you were great.

- I'm Linda.
- Sean.

That spin you did, I'd love
to be able to do that.

Well, well. If it isn't
Prancer the Tap Dancer.

Nice slippers.
What do you want, Huey?

Well, we miss having you around.
Don't we, fellas?

Yeah, mate. We miss ya. Yeah. We need
your expertise. We want you to come back.

So you can keep ripping us off?
Oh, geez, mate.

Oh, geez, that hurt.

Come here.

No, come here. Come here. It's all right.
Come here.

You wanna work for me, stay out of
my fuckin' business, all right?

Yep. Got it?

Mm-hmm. Good.

But I don't work for you
no more, you ass-wipe.

Ah.

Hey!

Oi! Don't you fuckin' dare!

Then fuck off!

See you later, pretty boy. Yeah?

See you later, dickhead.
Next time.

- What was that about?
- You all right?

Yeah. Yeah.

Good, thanks. So, does this
happen after every audition?

Can I have a word?

Hey, help me out with him, yeah?

Shut the front door.
Sean's got it.

Hey, ugly. Yeah, good game?

Yeah, good.
You should've seen this.

Yeah? They'll run the replay in a minute.
Beautiful.

Dad, guess what. Get out of
the way of the television.

Dad, guess what. Sean's got a
job in Sydney tap dancing.

What? 800 a week.

- We can finally get some peace, eh?
- I thought you gave it up.

Yeah, old Hopalong Walter had
an audition today. Oh, did he?

You're not goin'.

Dad, this is a real break.

Yeah, what happens when it finishes?
You're back up here on the dole.

Come on, Dad. Shut up, Mitchell.

It's his life. Shut up.

- Eight blokes have been retrenched this month.
- Exactly.

There's no security
at the steelworks anymore.

More reason to hang on
to what you've got.

When are you gonna get it into your head that
anything would be better than what I do now?

And when are you gonna get it through
your thick skull that you're not goin'?

Yeah, try and stop me.

You've never even seen me tap.

And don't smoke that shit out
the front, boxhead. Yeah.

Sorry I swore.

This is great. You piss him off, and
then you piss off.

I wonder who he's gonna take it out on, eh?
Thank you very much.

Get off! Get off. You'll scratch the Duco.
Oh, Christ.

Here, a present.

You should come with me.
I'm not interested, mate.

I reckon I could get you in.

No.

Come on. It'll be a blast.

We've always wanted to get out
of this place. No, you have.

Well, what are you gonna do? What?

Work in the steelworks
forever and ever. Amen.

No, I've got my own plans.

Oh, yeah?

You gonna deck this out as a
cubbyhouse again, are ya? Shut up.

Yeah? What, and rent it out
for five cents?

- Get fucked. Yeah?
- Yeah, what then?

Well, seriously, I'm saving
up to buy my own truck.

All right, I figure
that I'll start with one rig...

and see how it goes... Well, come with me.
It's 800 bucks a week.

800. Even if you could get me in,

I'm not giving everything up for a job
that's only gonna last three months.

Dad's right.
What do we do when it's over?

Improvise.

What are you doing here?

It's 6:00. Thought I might
finish your lesson.

You been tapping long?

Nah. Just a couple of years.

How come I haven't seen you
there before at class?

I quit when I had to
work at the steelworks.

Can't make a living
out of tap in this town.

Why does Walter keep churning out
all these amazing tappers...

if there's nothing
for 'em to do afterwards?

He makes a few bucks.

He's a bloody great teacher. Yeah.

He just loves tap.

I'd forgotten
how much I missed it...

You know, when you're on a roll
and you forget all the bullshit,

everything that's pissing you off.

It's great.

So, you opened that salon, huh?

Hey. Watch this.

- How's that?
- That's pretty good.

Bullshit. You're just saying
that to get into my pants.

No, I'm not.
Well, yeah, I am actually.

No! No, no, no.
You're pretty good.

No. I've got terrible timing.

Well, let's see if we can take
those training wheels off.

Okay? Tap, step.

Tap, step. Exactly.

See? I told you so.

Just my luck. I'm about
to leave and you turn up.

I told you I had terrible timing.

There's no chance of you, uh,
opening up a barbershop in Sydney?

Absolutely.

Once I take over Newcastle,
Sydney's next.

World domination, huh? Hmm.

Come on.

Up, up, up, up!

Go on, get it out! Get it out!

Yeah! Come on!

Jesus, Sean!

When are you gonna learn how to tackle?
He did a goose step.

Take 'em down now. Boys.

- Yeah.
- Good game, guys.

Hey. You coming to the pub?
Can't do it.

He's got a job in Sydney tap dancing.
They payin'?

Three month contract. I thought
you gave it up when we all did.

Walter had an audition.
He didn't invite me.

That's 'cause you tap
the way you tackle.

- Come on, Col.
- Travelin'.

Maybe you should practice
tackling her.

- She's got you by the short and curlies.
- Get stuffed, the lot of ya.

She hates me. You shouldn't
have bonked her sister.

It was her cousin. It was
three years ago. Whatever.

See ya, fellas. See ya, mate.

Hey.

- Hey, Sean.
- Hey.

Good luck in Sydney, mate.
Show 'em how it's done.

Thanks, mate. Yeah. No worries.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

This is a great place. Yeah.

Yeah, my mom used to bring
me here when I was a kid.

You must miss her.

Yeah.

She would have liked you though.

You're leaving tomorrow.

Let's not rush this.

Okay. Okay.

All right, Dad.
I'll see you, then.

Yeah, righto. Have a safe trip.

Yeah, thanks, I will.

What a warm send-off.

Hey, don't forget to speak to Gerard.
I think he really liked me.

Yeah. Well, don't hold your breath.
You can still come.

- Go on, fuck off.
- All right. Good luck with your scheme.

I'll be there on opening night.

You're just saying that
to get in my pants.

Mmm.

All right, well, um,
I'll give you a call.

And come down before that, like,
on a weekend, when I'm settled in.

I'd love to.

Hi, mate. You all right?

You off then? Yeah.

Don't screw it up.

Keep it simple and no improvising.
Keep it simple. No improvising.

Get out of here. I got it covered.
Don't worry.

**

* I see the city and it
isn't what it used to be *

* A million houses goin' up
and down in front of me *

* No time to let
the concrete set *

* Before it's broken up again *

* Don't care if it's historic
Don't really care at all *

* A hidden landscape on the
brink of a development *

* A protest rally never
satisfied with development *

* Both striving
for a perfect world *

* Each having their own opinions *

* It's all a sequence
It goes on and on *

* All torn down *

* All torn down **

Stop. Stop! It's sloppy.

First positions.

Hey. You're doing well.

Just two things.
Don't upstage Anthony.

Huh? During the
routine, stay in line.

And, uh,

that's Anthony's fiancée.

Absolutely no idea.

Now I want it right in this little
crease here. Is Sebastian coming?

He's such a piker. Yes, Sara.
I know where to put it, okay?

Come on. We're on.

Yeah. No, we're gonna get a cab.
See you there. All right, bye.

What?

The business line is not for personal
calls. Is not for personal calls.

Okay. Okay.

- What is wrong with you? You've been a pain in the ass lately.
- Bullshit.

- Sara?
- Total pain in the ass.

Well, sorry, girls. I've been
trying to balance the books.

It's not easy, you know. Didn't I tell you
to stay away from the Okden brothers?

Don't start. Don't tell me you've
got the hots for old doorknob Sean.

Doorknob? Yeah.
Everybody's had a turn.

You know.

- Hey, has he rung yet?
- No, I guess he's just really busy.

Well, why don't you ring him?
'Cause I don't have his number.

He's been gone three weeks
and hasn't rung?

Girl, the guy's finding it
somewhere else.

Ow.

**

We're going out.

No, thanks. I'm not in the mood.

You can't go on
waiting for him to call.

We're going out. We're gonna have a
couple of drinks and a bit of a dance.

It'll be fun. Come on.

You're right.

- Hi, this is Linda.
- And Kim.

Ladies and gentlemen, the beep.

Hi, Linda. It's me.

Uh, I can't believe I'm finally getting
through. Your phone's always busy.

Anyway, I've been pretty flat out, but they're
finally, uh, giving us this weekend off.

So, it'd be great
if you could come down.

Uh, I've got my own place set up,

but, uh, well,
the phone's not on there yet.

So, leave a message
at the theater.

I miss you.

**

How's that new boyfriend?
Yeah, right, Mitch.

Hey.

Boop. Hey.

Hey. How you' doin'?

Hello. How you goin'? I'm goin' good.
Can I buy you a drink?

No, thank you. I'm fine.
Schooner of New.

"I feel like a Tooheys or two."
Or three or four.

Have you heard from Sean? Shit, no.
Excuse my language.

How come you didn't go to Sydney with him?
Tap dancing's not real work.

Yeah, but you like it, don't ya?
Yeah.

I like to surf too, but I'm not
gonna make a living out of it.

Do you reckon Sean's gonna come back to
Newcastle with his tail between his legs?

No. He's never coming back. Eh?

Yeah. Why do you say that?

He's my kid brother, and he's been
wanting to get out of here for years,

and he couldn't face Dad
unless he does well.

**

Slap that bass. Slap those feet.

Slap that bass.

Gonna slap those feet.

**

- - Hey! You're a
bloody little upstart. You're sacked.

- What?
- You heard me.

Now get out of here.

- Oh, you little shit.
- You better leave.

Get him out of here. Everyone's
standin' around. Stop lookin' at me!

* Oh, yeah *

**

Yeah!

Get out.

Whoo-hoo!

- You're a heaps good dancer, eh?
- Oh, you're just saying that.

Linda. Hey, glamour. Wait up.
What's up? What's wrong?

- ** - Nothing.

I'm just not very good
company tonight. Oh.

- One more. One more. One more.
- Ohh.

Here's my favorite song.
I gotta work tomorrow.

They're playing my song. It's mine.
Oh, Mitchell.

Your favorite song?
Yeah, it's my song.

- Yeah.
- * Leave the city far behind *

* Don't need people
with a one-track mind *

* Jealousy takes all their time **

Shit!

What?

Sorry, um, you gotta get up.

Well, good morning to you too.

Hi, Linda. It's me.

Uh, I can't believe
I'm finally getting through.

Your phone's always busy.

Anyway, um, I've been
pretty flat out...

- What's the rush?
- I'm late.

For what? Work.

You'll have to let
yourself out, okay? Okay.

- Good-bye.
- Bye.

Fuckin' prick!

You know how cold it is... Fucker!

You fucker! Get off!

Come on. You only just met her, and
you said you weren't comin' back.

- She was fair game.
- Fair game? That's bullshit...

and you know it! What are you gonna do?
Beat me up?

I'm sorry.

I mean... I like her heaps.

Yeah.

She's lovely.

So, how was Sydney?
Did you go to the opera house?

- Hello, sweet.
- What do you want?

- Hmm?
- How... How come you're back?

What do you care? Can I...
Can I talk to you, please?

- Oh, yeah. Sure.
- Alone.

If you can fuck him,
you can talk in front of him.

Take it easy. Take it easy? How about
you stay out of this, Mitchell?

- It's always about you.
- What?

Ever since we were kids, it's
always been about you. Yeah.

If something's not about you, you have a
little cry. So many tears I can swim.

Mitchell, shut up!

Hey, listen. Everyone kept saying
that you played around, right?

Oh! And when I didn't... Sara
said you had a bad reputation.

- I didn't hear from you!
- I called!

That many times!

What? You were never
on the fuckin' phone!

I... I thought that you'd...
You'd found someone in Sydney.

Thank you for having such faith in me!
Sean, listen, I'm sorry.

Please...

I'm sorry. Late for
that now, isn't it?

You can have her, mate.

Would you like my jacket?

Just...

- I thought you were in Sydney.
- Didn't work out.

And now John, 40 minutes out.

Move over.

This one's gonna pull up.

Last night's game.

I fell asleep
in front of the telly.

Got pissed in front of the
telly actually.

And tolling the kicks up.

Oh, yes!

One of your old actions, eh, Dad?
Yeah.

Except I was tougher
than that bastard.

You can get your job back,
you know.

I had a talk to Bobby Williams,
asked him not to fill the position.

Yeah, thanks for the support, Dad.

- You screwed up a golden opportunity.
- Can we not talk about it?

- What the hell happened?
- I thought we weren't gonna talk about it.

I'm gonna start my own tap group.

I learned one thing. Me and the
guys are better tappers...

than any of those wankers
I worked with in Sydney.

Have you got any idea
what it takes to put on a show?

Don't worry. I'll improvise.

Startin' now.

Can I use your studio
for rehearsals?

Up, down. A one, two. Good go.

A five, a six, up, down.
A one, a one,

a one, a one,

a one and a two and a three and a
four and a five, six, seven, eight.

Good go. All right, thank you.
Hey, hang on.

I want a word with ya. Hey.

Hey. What are you doing back?

Ooh, long story. All right, Gus, listen.

Basically, I'm starting up a tap
group, and I want you on board.

And you, what's...
What is your name?

Oh, Johnno. Johnno. Johnno.
What do you reckon?

Oh, man, I've got a wage here.

Uh, five, six, seven, eight.

Yeah. Well, you wouldn't
have to quit work.

Down, a one. I mean, we'd
be rehearsing at night.

Up, stage. And a wage?
Walter's pay is crap.

You could make loads of extra money.
Pick 'em up!

Two, three, four.
And you'd be performing.

Yeah, okay. All right, up and
to the corner. Thank you.

Johnno,
you've got nothing to lose.

You're young and you know how to tap
dance, but you need to take the next step,

which is to perform with some guys
who really know how to tap dance.

Sounds a bit risky.
Well, for me it is.

For you, it's not.

Look, you're young. You're still
in school, for Christ sakes.

Mate, this is the best offer you'll ever get.
You can't be Walter's gofer all your life.

And when you're in a show,
girls want to knock you off.

- I'm in.
- What do you say, gofer?

Huh? Girls. All right, travel.

We get to go to Brisbane. We get to go
to Jupiter's Casino, the Gold Coast.

Hey, hey, okay. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, Sean.

Let me get this straight, mate.

You waltz in here,
you criticize my job,

and then you expect me
to drop everything...

to join some nonexistent tap troupe
that's gonna tour Queensland?

Yeah, that's about it.

When do we start? Eh?
How about now?

Whoo.

Hey, what kind of drugs
are you on?

You know how I feel
about that shit.

Yeah, I know how you feel
about this shit as well.

If it took off, you wouldn't have
to work here anymore. Hi, Sean.

Well, it's worth a laugh. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah. Real laugh a minute.

Complete strangers wanting to beat me up
because they think I'm some dancing poofter.

Give him a drink, mate.
It's all right.

Don't worry about that, mate.
We know you're straight.

You stare at tits all night. Yeah.

Are you in? Whoo.
Is Mitch doing it?

- No.
- Well, then who?

Uh, a new kid called Johnno, Angus, myself.
Oh, fuckin' Angus.

The guy's a total pain in the ass.
Never shuts the fuck up.

Chat, chat, fuckin' chat.
Yeah, all right.

Worried he's gonna show you up?
I'm heaps better than that prick.

Really? Yeah.

- Show me.
- **

Come on. Dance, you big lug.

* I know that I look
kind of funny *

* Sometimes
I just don't act right *

They're showing you up.

* I'm not a teenage dream
I never made the team *

* Like Frankenstein
I get some people afraid *

* I don't even have to try *

* They cross the street
to pass me by *

Come on! Take it off!

* Come on, tease me **

Are you gonna join?

Don't know. Come on.

All the other guys are doing it. I'm
not making you any long-term promises.

Good man. Right.

Put these on. I want to
see if you're in form.

No. Let me think about it.

Derrick, you look just like the construction
worker from the Village People.

Yeah, right.

Oh, fuck!

You might want to lift your feet a
little too. Your taps sound a bit muddy.

All right, all right. Come on.
Let's take it from the top.

We'll remotely stay in time?

Can you stop fucking about?

Sorry.

Five, six, seven and...

Lookin' flash, boys.

Come on, Col. Time to go.

I better get going. What?

Sorry, guys. We haven't finished.

Colin, fun and games are over.

Well, anybody need a lift?

Why isn't this working?

Now, Sean, I've been thinking about
it, and the fact of the matter is...

The fact is the matter, what?

Our routines are no different to the most basic
stuff tap dancers have always done, mate.

We're just wearing different hats.

Your station, 2HD.

With Summer and Tony this morning.

We've just heard news there's been a major
traffic problem in Hunter Street, Newcastle.

A two-car accident, partially blocking one
lane, causing massive traffic problems.

If you're in that area...

Where were you till all hours?
Out and about.

How much money have you saved
towards the rig?

About 3,000. Mm-hmm.

Still gonna get the late-'80s Kenworth?
Mm-hmm. Yeah.

They run about 80 grand,
don't they?

Yeah, I reckon if I save about 15,

I can go for a loan.

Hmm. Well, it's only
five grand, but...

I'll throw in the money
that your mother left ya.

I thought we weren't getting
that till we turned 25.

You weren't. But this is for
something worthwhile, isn't it?

That's great. Yeah.

What did I tell you?

I wouldn't do that if I was you.

I guess the girls were right.

Didn't take you long
to find someone else, eh?

Oh, Linda, this is
my cousin Annabelle.

Hi. Hello.

Listen, I'm gonna go. Um, thanks. I
hate coming down here on my own.

No worries. Say g'day to your mum, yeah?
Yeah. Nice to meet you.

See ya.

You were saying? Sorry.

How much for the extractor? 100.

I've got 90. That's all right.

- Shit!
- You must have a problem with your hearing, Mitchell.

Excuse me? Never fuck
with a man's livelihood.

There's a blue. Hey, boys!
There's a blue on!

How's my tap dancing,
sunshine? Whoo!

You mother...

Take this!

Easy.

Hurry up!

Go! Go! Go! Come on!

Hurry up, you squashed fuck!

I don't know why the hell
I'm helping you! Just go!

Get him! Shut up!

- Turn the fuckin' music up!
- **

Come on. Hit him.

I'll fuckin' kill him.

I got him.

Whoo!

You're fucked! You're fucked!

Hit him! Hit him!

Fucker!

Fucker!

Yeah.

Whoo!

Esther.

You're playing with
the big boys now, son.

I find out you're selling again, I'll
put you out of business for good.

Fuckin' prick! And you watch
it too, you little faggoty cocksucker.

You're a wanker, Huey!

Chilly, eh, boys?

What the fuck was that about?

Tell me! I just lost
my fucking bike.

I've got a business going.
What business?

For the last couple of months, I've been
stealing cars and selling the parts.

You fucking what? And Huey
hasn't taken kindly to it.

Well, what's it to him?

It's what he does.

And I used to work with him,
and he ripped me off and...

Well, now he can get fucked.
Eh, fuck him.

Jesus. Fuck, Mitch!
Oh, settle down.

What if Dad found out?
Settle... Shh.

Settle down. Settle down. Yeah.

Yeah? That fuckin' prick
just nearly ran us down.

It's not for long. Just till I've got enough
money for me rig, and then we're sweet.

No worries.
Christ! You're dreamin'!

You're gonna get yourself
busted or killed!

Yeah, yeah, whatever. Piss it off, mate.
It's bad news.

Oh, whatever. Jesus.

Look, I'm starting my own tap group.
Why don't you do that?

No way. Everyone else is doing it.

Yeah? Mmm.

It's your thing.

Now just think.

Where could you put on
this show for free?

Here?

Yep.

Plenty of room up the end
there for a stage.

Place hasn't been used for months.

I don't think you'd have any trouble
getting permission to use it.

It's not what I had in mind.

Yeah, well,

improvise.

Yeah, all right.
I'll still need...

heaps of money for...

lights, sound, stage.

Yeah.

Don't look at me.

- You want to borrow $4,000 to put on a dancin' show?
- Yeah. Yeah.

You'll get the money back with interest.
I've retrenched 16 men...

in the last two weeks.

All right. You can use the machine
shop, but that's it, all right?

I'm not sponsoring
no fuckin' dancing show.

- And don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.
- All right, thanks.

G'day. G'day.

You know the money Mum left me?

Yeah. Could I have it now, please?

What for? Does it matter?

Yeah, of course it matters.

I'm trying to put
a tap group together.

The money's for
something worthwhile.

I'm not gonna let you flush it down the
shit-house on some half-assed dance show.

- But you gave it to Mitch.
- Because your brother's got brains.

He's buying a rig.
Now, that's worthwhile.

So what I wanna do don't matter?

The answer's no, Sean.
Now go back to work.

What are you doing here?

Your dad told me
that I might find you here.

Sean, listen, would you...
Would you just hear me out?

I'm really, really sorry
about what happened.

I was drinking.

I know that's no excuse.

I really screwed up.

It was my brother,
for Christ's sakes.

I'm really sorry.

I thought we had something.

We do.

We do.

S-Sean.

I love you.

I love you.

But if we give it like
a graduated cut up the side,

you're gonna free up all that lovely
curl that you've got naturally.

It's gonna look beautiful. You still
want to be able to wear it up to work.

When's the wedding date? A couple months?

I think it'll look really nice.

Can I have a word?
Mitchell, I'm working.

It's just for a sec, sweet.
Just for a sec.

Just for a sec. Excuse me.

Mitchell, look out.

Oh, my God. You're off your face.
Nah, no.

Look, you don't think Sean's
gonna hang around, do ya?

What? Do ya?

Yeah, I do. No. I mean, like,

until he gets another chance, and then he's
gonna be gone just like a rat up a drainpipe.

You better leave. I've
gotta get back to work.

I should... should just forget
it ever happened, eh?

Yeah.

I can't. I love ya.

Look.

We can be friends, okay?
But that's it.

Come on, mate.
Go home and sleep it off.

Go on.

Hey, Sean! Sean.

This is my cousin Newt. His
band wants to be in the show.

**

You think Bon Jovi's
music's appropriate?

He trained at the Con.

The Conservatory of Music
in Sydney?

No. Connolly's School of
Guitar on Baker Street.

He'll do it for free.

We could use a live band.

**

** Something like this.

All right!

**

* Yep *

- Car bloke, mate?
- Yeah.

This it? Yeah. Two-liter turbo.

I'll take it. Cool.

Boys!

Good evening, son.
Good to have you back.

All right, get the shit.

* Rack 'em up, Jim
It's your break *

* Set 'em up, Max It's my shout *

* You know, I really could go
a round or three *

* You wouldn't believe the crap
I've had to deal with this week *

* And I'm shoveling
most of it for free *

* Grace under pressure
That's what the old man said *

* Well, the old man said
a lot of things in his time *

* Well, fighting a bull's
one thing * Fuck. My car.

* Fighting bullshit's another *

* You know, around here the
bullshit just never seems to die *

* I just want nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind **

**

One, two, three, four!

Fuck it.

I can't believe he's actually getting
worse. I didn't think it was possible.

- You guys talking about me?
- Yeah.

You really do suck, mate.
Yeah, all right.

Come on, let's take it from the
top, the music part. Okay, Sean.

**

**

All right, it's too loud.
I can't hear the taps.

- Turn it down.
- Don't go no lower than that.

How many times are we gonna
have to fuckin' tell you?

- Just turn it down.
- Hey, Mitch!

How are ya, eh? Doin' good?

Nice to see you shaved off
the bum fluff, Derrick.

Boys.

Hey, Sean.

Oh, no. What happened to you now?
Don't worry about it.

I like your new tap style,
but your band is bloody loud.

You're gonna have to do something
about that. Yep. Tell me about it.

This guy is a kook.
Get him a root, he'll improve.

- That's beyond my powers.
- I've had a root.

What are you doing here? You gonna come
and join us for a bit of a tap dance?

What's the point of all this shit?
Come on. Let's go have a beer.

What's wrong with it? We're doing
something. Better than the steelworks.

Plus, I need some bloody inspiration.
These guys are shit.

Yeah, yeah. No, only joking.

Put some boots on.
Give me something.

No, he's right.
You are shit. Let's go.

Ah, Mitchie! Shut up.

I just can't believe
he's doing it.

I feel like we're mates again.

That's great.

Sean. What is it?

Come on. I don't have time
for this, huh?

I need to know. I'll shoot you.

You're gonna shoot me?
Yeah, I'll shoot you.

I think I'm gonna shoot you.
I think I'm gonna shoot you.

Huh? Don't. Don't.

Are you all right? Yeah. I'm
just not feeling very well.

Oh, do you want me to get you something?
No, I'm fine.

This looks good.

Got a Stiffin's man.
All right, smart-ass.

Hey, guys. I'd like you
to meet my friend Holly.

She's a cadet journo at the Herald.
Said she'd do a story on us.

It's a pleasure. Idiot.

So, what's the name
of this tap troupe?

Bootmen. It is?

Yeah.

Hey, so, Holly, is it, um...

3,700?

Hey! I thought you'd given
us a discount on this stuff.

I did. Well, I don't have
that sort of money with me.

Well, at 6:55 on the night,

I want $3,700 in cash,
or I pack up all this equipment.

Understood? Understood?

Yeah. I'll see you at rehearsals.

What for?

Well, this does include you running the
lights and sound desk, doesn't it?

No. That's an extra $200.

"Doesn't it"? What?
Hey, that's a rip-off.

Yeah, it is. It is.

But as they say,
like it or lump it.

3,900? Yeah.

Even at 10 bucks a head,
we still need 400 people...

to turn up on the night
just to cover that.

It ain't gonna happen.

We're gonna need more
than a newspaper story.

Haven't you ever wondered
why nobody gets a ride home with you?

Because nobody wants to be trapped in
a car with you. Shut up, all right?

Go, go, go!

- Let's go! Let's go!
- Excuse me, sweet.

- Five, six, seven, eight.
- Hey, look at these bloody idiots.

Shit. It's the boys.

Now, this is wide exposure. Yeah.

You forget your pom-poms, lady?

Come on.

Hey, we should look
on the bright side.

Even if we did get it back to front,
at least it was wide exposure.

Yeah, except now everyone in town
thinks we're complete dickheads.

Every time you fuck it up,
it's gonna cost you two bucks.

Colin.

I just saw you on television.
Yeah?

Yes! Getting arrested.

You looked like a bunch of morons.

Why do you always have
to be so negative?

Nothing's ever good enough. You're either
whinging about something or bossing me around.

Why can't you just
be nice for a change?

I saw that, Johnno. I do not have
to stand here and get insulted.

- Well, then go.
- All right.

Well, go on. All right, I will.

Well, you're still here.

You did the right thing, mate.

What do you know?
You've never even had a root.

What's a root?

Come on, Dad. I wasn't charged.

Only because I know Bluey Roberts.

You made a goose out of yourself, you
made a goose out of your brother,

and you made an even bigger
goose out of me.

I hope you're proud of yourself.

**

Want to join our
dancing troupe, Gaz?

Certainly got the legs for it.

You want a punch
in the face, Clem?

Huston. Uh, no, no, no!

Huston. Get out of the way.

Oh, fuck. Fuck! Fuck!

Don't fuck with me again,
pin dick!

Jess.

Huston.

- Hey!
- Hi.

We're going to rehearsals.
Come and watch. No. I...

Can you just hold on for a minute?

Because I need
to talk to you both.

You okay?

What's wrong?

- I'm pregnant.
- You're joking.

It's his.

Sean. Sean!

**

All right. I give you the nod,
you know what to do, right?

You betcha. All right.

Hey, Sean.
We'll get going in a sec.

Good. Great.

Here he is. You're late.

- Fuckin' told ya.
- What the fuck happened to you?

I ran into some blokes who don't
appreciate tap dancers. I'm quittin'.

You can't do a runner now. I told you
before we started I didn't want this shit.

We need you. Don't we?

- See you later.
- Come on. It's just a black eye.

Huh? Get over here, you dickhead.

Hey, hey, guys, hey, I just have one
question at this particular juncture.

Shut up, you ferret.

Hey, don't start on me, all right?

We gonna rehearse
this thing or what?

Yes!

**

What the fuck do you... Shut up!

Drumroll, please.

Why didn't you tell me about rehearsals?
You know how I hate to be late.

- What now?
- Well, now that's not nice to say to me, is it?

I even brought my own tap shoe.

- Pretty fuckin' good, eh?
- I hope you brought your leotard.

- Fuck it!
- I'm calling the cops!

See ya.

Mitchell!

No!

Hey.

Oh, Jesus Christ, Mitch.

Man, you're all right. You're all right.
You're all right.

You'll be all right, mate, yeah?
Give us a kiss.

Oh, Jesus. Mitch.

Mitchie. Mitchie.

Better come down, son.

**

I can't see you anymore.

It's Mitch.

I think about him
all the bloody time.

I'm sorry.

He's so little.

G'day, Mr. Okden.
Should be a good game today.

Should be, Col. You all right?

Yeah, sure.

Look, I know this ain't
a great time to bring it up,

but are we gonna do
this thing or what? No.

Come on, mate. You got us started.
I can't do it, mate.

Mitch would've wanted it.

Don't fuckin' tell me
what Mitch would've wanted.

I don't feel like going
to the football today.

You go with Col, and I'll go home.

I'll come with you.

All right. See you later, Col.

See you, Mr. Okden. See you, mate.

Righto! Can I
have your attention, please?

I've called this meeting because I've
received a bit of bad news from management.

Due to the
company's new direction,

operations at these steelworks...

will be scaled back immediately...

before a full closure
in three months.

Three months? Righto, listen up.

All employees will be
entitled to severance pay...

commensurate with
the length of employment.

That's it.

Hear us over that
bloody band now, eh?

Hey, tiger. What if the Bootmen could
put on a benefit for these guys?

Bootmen? I thought you
gave that idea the flick.

These guys are gonna need money.

If we could get 5,000 people
to turn up for a show...

Five thousand?
Just go with it for a sec.

If we charge them 10 bucks
each, we'd have 50 grand.

Yeah, but there's
4,000 steelworkers.

You'd end up giving them, what?

About 12 bucks each. That's not including
the cost of putting on the show.

These guys don't need a handout.

What they need is retraining, learning
about computers, that sort of stuff.

If we take the 50 grand, subtract
10 for the cost of the show,

we'd still have 40 grand
to buy the computers.

Hey, now that's not
such a bad idea.

Whoa! Quite the bouncer,
aren't we?

You better believe it, bub.

What's this benefit thing about? How the
hell's that gonna work? Mates!

Whack these on your boots.

Why? You want to be heard over
that cousin of yours, Newt?

What have you got in mind? Hey!

What have I told you blokes about
playing bloody cricket in the studio?

Mate, can you call around to all
the other tap schools? What for?

We need something to make
this benefit really big.

Big enough for you, tiger?

What's this?

Dad, it's the only way
I know how to help.

We can... We can raise
some money, right?

And, I don't know,
start a retraining center.

And, I don't know, it would...
Mightn't make Mitch's death...

feel so pointless.

I really want you
to come too, Dad.

Just once. Please.

Everything's still set up.

Not here. Then where?

Not here.

A benefit in the actual steelworks,
in one of the workshops there.

Gotta get some money together
for retraining.

We're hoping to get quite
a bit of money. Good kid.

Just a reminder,

the benefit concert for the
steelworks is this weekend.

Hey. Hey.

So you like tap dancing?
I might see you there.

I'm in.

- Move!
- Get off the road!

Look, I just have to say that...

when you have the baby,

uh, I want to... I want to
take care of you both.

I... I can handle it. You know,
I've really thought it through.

I've got enough money, and I
don't expect anything from you.

I really want to help.
I really do.

Thanks. Yeah.

It doesn't seem real.

Shh.

Jesus, not again.
Excuse me, fellas.

For what, being a faggot?

Hey, boys, if you want to punch
a poofter, well, here I am.

Bit different
now it's two on two, huh?

Damn!

Hey, don't worry, man.
You're not my type.

Ten bucks! Ten dollars, folks!

Thanks. Ten bucks. Thank you.

Hey, the traffic's backed all the
way up to the railway tracks.

You won't start till
tomorrow night, at this rate.

Oh, yeah. We'll clear
40 grand at least, eh?

You all right? Yeah. Fine.

Now, what is it?

Well, the whole bloody
town's here except Dad.

I thought he'd come.

Yeah.

Hey, it's a great job you're doing.

Break a leg, all right?

Well, tiger, aren't you gonna say,
"Keep it simple and no improvising"?

No. It's your show. You can do
what the fuck you like.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Sorry.
Excuse me. Ten bucks!

- Ten dollars, folks.
- Sorry, mate. Excuse...

What are you doing here? I
thought you might need a hand.

Ten dollars, folks. Cool.

Eh? Eh? Go get ready.

Yeah.

Come on, folks.

- Ready for sound.
- I love these things.

Thank Mitch.

Thanks, Mitch.
Yeah, thanks, Mitch.

All right, boys. You all right?

Just keep it simple. No improv...

I can't believe I just said that.
Let's just do it. We know it.

Yeah!

Whoo! Oh, yeah!

All right! Whoo!

Go, Col!

Whoo! All right, boys! Oh, yeah!

Bring it on! Yeah!

**

Oh, look!

Go, Col!

Whoo-hoo! I love you, Col!

Mum would have been
so proud of you.

I'm proud of you.

They're still clapping.
You better go back out there.

**

Yep.

Here we go.

* Rack 'em up, Jim
It's your break *

* Set 'em up, Max It's my shout *

* You know, I really could go
a round or three *

* You wouldn't believe the crap
I've had to deal with this week *

* And I'm shoveling
most of it for free *

* Grace under pressure
That's what the old man said *

* Well, the old man said
a lot of things in his time *

* Well, fighting a bull's
one thing *

* Fighting bullshit's another *

* You know, around here the
bullshit just never seems to die *

* I just want nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Christ, hell
It's warming up in here *

* Listen to that guitar player
will ya *

* You think anyone could
tell him to turn down *

* Uh, where'd Jim go *

* Sorry I didn't catch your name *

* It's impossible to hear
a word above that sound *

* I'm a little thirsty *

* I'm running out of money *

* Hey, I'm a legend not a star *

* And I'll talk to anyone
Yes, I will *

* Just as long as I can keep ripping the
scab off the cold little vicious ones *

* As they keep
coming across the bar *

* I just want nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* There was a man
on the radio today *

* Talking about the young people *

* Said we should listen
to the young people *

* Said they're
a victim of conspiracy *

* The young people Jesus *

* What's that supposed to mean *

* I never did one damn good
thing till I was over 30 *

* I'm gonna get up
in the morning *

* Chugalug a coffee *

* I'm gonna get on my bike
and ride away *

* Find me a beach
with a nice little break *

* And I'm gonna catch wave
after wave after wave *

* Till there's
nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Just want nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Nothing on my mind *

* Yep *

* Ohh *

* Young people *

* Whoever brought me here is
gonna have to take me home *

* The young people, huh **

What?

What's that?

What's that?

What'd I say?

Huh?