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(tranquil instrumental music)

(gentle instrumental music)

- Oi, you blokes playing or praying?

- You finished the Seabrix qoutes?

- Harry's got work.

- They're trading up. That's a new plane.

- Is it?

(airplane engine roars)

Can it use a nail gun?

- No.

- It looks like you two have got

something in common, doesn't it?

(woman shouting)

- Well?

- Quick, look.

(dog barking)

- What the fuck is that?

- That's a cat.

- You got stupid in your old age.

- What?

- Another blue, what is that?

Fourth blue in two years?

It's mean, it's cruel.

Look, I know you get off on
this whole builder thing,

the ute, the hat, head
like a fried sausage.

You really want that blue in the back

to cap off the image there, don't you?

I told you, you're too
old, you need a pussy-ass

cocker spaniel, not a
tough guy cattle dog.

- They were gonna put him down.

They reckon he knew it.

He's intelligent that dog, my word he is.

- He's drinking window cleaner, Digger.

(laughing)

- Right, where were we?

- The loos.

- All right, that crapper upstairs.

There's only the two of you, isn't it?

- That's right.

- Two people, three thunderboxes.

(phone rings)

Excuse me.

Ah, Singlet Champion.

Oh, I'm glad I'm not hanging by my plums.

(chuckles)

What's the G8?

Well that's it then.

No, I'll see you at the game single.

(crowd cheering)

- Come on, come on!

- Go on sprint boy, sprint!

Singlet, get him off.

Come on Dingoes!

(overlapping shouting)

(grunts)

- Get off me.

- Mate, Brett's weak.
Run off Jack. Go, Son!

- [Player] Lets go, lets go!

(upbeat guitar music)

Make it wide off Solly.

Here, hold.

- Get up JJ!

(crowd cheers)

- Go dingoes!

- [Team] Now that we're all round the bar!

- Round the bar!

- [Team] And the captains
declared it a chorus.

And we'll drink til the dawn breaks again!

Breaks again!

May the sessions of the bay last forever!

Up the bay!

(cheering)

- Did we win?!

- [Team] Damn straight!

- How did we do it?!

- [Team] Fucking easy!

(cheering)

- You right? Injured?

- Want a beer?

- Yeah thanks.

- Get us one while you're at it.

- Listen to this one.

- Oh wait I'm telling the story.

- Its boring everyone shitless JJ.

Hurry up and finish.

- This is like drinking
a bloody slush puppy.

Dale, would you?

- You want me to take your
pink lemonade back to the bar?

- Hey you right?

- You know how many
calories are in a beer?

- Dale, you just put an in on an out.

- Okay!

Just didn't wanna miss anything.

- Hey Dale how ya doing?

- Chicko!

- You leaving that for me?

- Chicko!

You right?

- Heard Singlets real good news?

- Find a cure for that rash?

- Sold the farm.

- True?

- Keep us busy.

- Sold to Seabrix.

- I was gonna tell ya.

- Big bucks?

Would have to be wouldn't it?

Signed and sealed?

- Not yet no.

- Deposit?

- 10% standard, subject to
rezoning it's not a problem.

- Oh that's good.

- Yeah

- What are we building next then?

- Good shot.

- Where's my pen?

- Where's Dale?

- No more red one

I need to double run the final figures.

Take a month of Sundays to remove

all that stuff from the house.

- Seabrix of all people.

That's loyalty for ya.

Harry will be a bag of misery tonight.

- Thought they'd have to drag
her out of there in a box.

- Till?

Till? Tilly?

(country music)

- Hey are you lost?

Or are we going to work today?

- No it's alright. Check this out!

- [Jack] Nice.

- Just like Digger will be
when we finally walk in.

- Ah for Christ sake.

- Looks like these fellas have moved in.

- You're six and a half minutes late.

- Make up by leaving early.

- You'll make up by moving that loam.

- Guess what I've just seen?

Seabrix are hotting up.
They're going for it.

You finished their quotes?

- Not yet.

- Give me a crack.

I'll qoute.

- I'll qoute it.

- Pull your finger out.

We gotta move on this.

- Do we?

- Finish here where are we gonna go?

- Harry's got work.

- Harry's got a fist full of fuck all.

- [Harry] A very good morning to you too.

- Shovels in the shed.

- G'day.

- Hi.

- I'm Jack. Jack Kelly,
Kelly Constructions.

You're the new contracts administrator.

Vicker?

- Vicko?

- Vicker, you're Vicker.

- Oh! Victorian?

- Yeah don't worry. I won't tell.

- Are you here to submit
your quote for stage two?

- Yeah.

There you go.

Got any cordial?

- Sorry?

- Any cordial?

Conner always had cordial.

He never let me near it though.

- Is this a joke?

- No.

Everything's there.

Look, that's the final figure right there.

Double underlined in red.

- Put it with the others then.

- Don't stand a chance do we?

- This is the marketing business.

- Selling houses or stationary?

- Presentation counts.

- Show you something?

That wall's out by 12 mil.

I measured it.

Mortar's uneven on the brick work.

That slab's got a crack in it already.

Check this.

Straight lines.

Clean cut.

Perfect finish.

The other photos are the
ones you're using now.

The one's with the flashy folders.

That's us.

So how much does
presentation really count?

- Interesting tactic.

- Oh, my old man always said

you want to beat your opposition,

you got to know their weaknesses.

In this case it's
builders who can't build.

I may take this back though if I can.

I know the way you vickos can be.

I'll take it back home and
I'll give myself a touch up.

I'll give it,

the quote, a touch up.

- Right-oh fellas. We'll leave it there.

Game's on tonight.

Go you Queenslanders!

(grumbling)

- Hey you forgot something?

- Nah.

- The dog, Digger.

(laughing)

- Grand Final, get here.

Get in the back of the truck you mongrel.

Grand Final, get here!

- That's not how you talk to a dog Digger.

He's having a good time out there.

You got to put a bit
more fun into it mate.

Grand Final, Grand Final come here boy.

Come here, come here, that's it.

Come here, come here, that's it.

That's it, that's it,
that's it, come here.

Here boy, Here boy!

- Fuck me it worked.

- That's it, that's it, that's it.

- Here boy, come here boy.

(whistling)

(laughing)

- Cocker Spaniel I'd say.

Preferably a fat one
that doesn't run much.

- Grand Final get here!

- Hello sweet peas. Where's Digger?

- Where's the beer?

- He's lost another blue, Mrs. K.

- Don't tell me.

- New record.

Four days, ten hours and eight minutes.

- There's no beer.

- You're joking?

- You're cracking jokes?

- You're a bloody idiot you are.

- Who dobbed?

- You said you had beer!

- I do.

If your taste buds aren't up your ass.

- You're like an old man trying to

save money on the pension.

I mean, to be fair Digger,

what tight ass makes home brew?

This shit's bitter but it aint' beer.

- [Digger] This kid whines
like a pony backpacker.

- [Solly] Maybe you want
to warm one up for him Dig.

- I know you don't like
it Dad. Nobody likes it.

- Here, give me a crack.
Forget this fella.

- Yeah it's a good batch, Sol. Have a sip.

- I'd rather drink a liter for sweat

from a camel's ball bag than take

one sip of that shite.

- [Betty] Jack.

- Sorry mum.

But it's fucking awful and
it's time someone said so.

- No takers son.

- Cheers, Sol.
- Cheers, Dig.

- Aw yeah!

I gotta tell you Dig,

this is bloody awful.

- [Dale] Game's on!

- Come on!

Go Queensland!

- Excuse me, Mrs. Kelly.

- TV's on the blink. Had to piss bolt.

I'll grab a beer.

Oh no don't tell me!

Don't bloody tell me.

(grunting)

- Here we go.

- I know the way this one ends.

- You dropped me for the grand final.

Are you kidding me?

- He could have gone you know?

- Yeah more money, less
training. I could've gone.

- But you're a dingo.

- Yeah, he is a dingo.
Since we was seven, mate.

He's been loyal to this
club for over 20 years.

Where's your loyalty to him?

- My loyalty's not to you.

I make calls based on
what's best for the team.

That's where my loyalty is.

- And the teams better off without me?

- Brett, I've been coaching for 20 years.

No one ever comes up and tells me

they're getting too slow.

They always leave that to me.

Sometimes for the sake of the team

you got to cut and bleed.

- What?

- Cut the old bloke, blood the youngster.

- You're a prick.

- Yup, that's the way it ends.

- Yeah.

(cheering)

(whistle blowing)

- That's enough.

- Aim up. Fire up.

- Toughen up.

- They're just words and
words don't mean shit.

We'll go the knuckle.

- That's it? That's your game plan?

- That's our game plan and that's what's

gonna get us back on top.

- It's not fucking 1973.
We'll get on top legally.

- It's the knuckle or it's
whale watching next year again.

Now is that what you want?

Well do you?

Singlet makes the call and

the call is Joey Paluka.

Well get out there! Fire up!

- Come on, let's go!

(cheering)

(smooth music plays)

(yelling)

(whistle blows)

- Bloody perfect.

- [Other Team] Did we win?

- [Other Team Together] We shit in!

- [Other Team] And how did we do it?

- [Other Team Together] Fucking easy!

(distant cheering)

- Shut up!

- Least we won the fight, eh?

- Call me after. You better go.

- My head could drop a small horse.

My tongue feels like it's been licking a

brick wall for the past six hours.

Hey, did you get lucky last night?

- Nah.

- [Jack] Thought I heard something.

- Nah, brah I think you're hearing things.

- You bring the paper in?

- I don't read the paper.

- One day. One day you
could do me a favor.

Oh fuck a duck.

(guitar music)

- Good to see you working
on your presentation.

- Oh fuck.

Tiffany! Tiffany!

- What you doing?

- Shorts! Shorts! I need a pair of shorts!

- What?

- Shorts!!

- Those are my boardies.

You get the paper?

Oi, you've got two
different shoes on there.

And they're both mine!

(panting)

- I thought footy players
were supposed to be fit.

- I forgot to stretch.

I'm actually a very good runner.

I placed third at the
Queensland Junior Championships

when I was a kid.

(vomiting)

(coughing)

Will you go out with me?

This pike's got this hook in its mouth,

a rusted out old one.

It's just sitting there in the

corner of it's mouth like this.

Digger's watching and goes
" Oh rip the sides off it,

" cut it up. We'll use it
as bait, maybe jag a bream."

- I don't know how you can do that.

- It's a small fish Tiff.

- No, spend all weekend with
the people that you work with.

- They're me mates.

Why, who do you spend your weekends with?

- These days? Mostly me.

- I was just like " What we've
gotta do is get that hook

"out of it's mouth, put it on the line,

"whip it through the arch of its back and

"chuck it back out there as a livey."

Everyone's laughing because
we're all pissed, right?

Harry says " Hang on.
That's not a bad idea."

So Digger says do it. So I did it.

- And what happened?

- Nothing.

Sat out there for four and a half hours

untouched with everyone
starving giving it to me now.

And then out of no where,
Bang! Just (Jack buzzes)

This reel's just screaming.
(Jack buzzes again)

- What was it?

- Don't know. Busted us off.

Something big though, bigger than a bream.

- Is that what you want?

Something bigger than this?

- Don't try and race it Tiff.

It's all in the feel, okay?

Just feel the pulse. Can you feel it?

It's soft and then it's hard.

Soft and then it's hard.

Now slowly close in on it.

Now you feel it go soft.

Wait.

Then hard.

Bang! Grab it!

Go, you've got it.

Go, go, go.

You've got it.

You got it. You got it.

(Tiffany laughs)

You got it.

- Yeah.

- That's your first worm.

- So, a contracts administrator eh?

- That's right.

- I won by first job off
Harry by slapping a price

on a piece of driftwood
at a fire on Fraser Island

29 years ago.

The only contract I've
scrutinized since then

is a handshake.

- Quiet a legend.

- So work's good then?

- Better if I had some decent help.

- You know the government's paying $3000

for every new apprentice you put on?

If I was five years younger,
I'd employee myself.

- [Digger] True? I'll
give Monty a run then.

- [Jack] What are we? Charity?

Her mob's got it all over us.

You're putting on bludgers.

Hey, tell Dad about the
plans for Singlet's joint.

- Oh yeah, there's 70 town houses.

- Well, whatever. Monty
won't be part of it.

Brother boy just got a call up.

He's trialing with Cronulla.

- I thought 18 was too young.

- You needed a few more kilos on you.

- How much does Monty weigh, Sol?

Couldn't be more than 75 kilos.

- For the umpteenth time,

you weren't ready.

- Hey, how's your brew?

- It's great.

- [Solly] You haven't
even bloody tried it yet.

That's a bit bloody rude don't you think?

- Very disgracious.

- It is a tad ill-mannered.

- That's called ticker. With a capital T.

(laughing)

- Any good?

- Bloody awful Digger.

- [Solly] Bloody good effort.

- What a champion, eh?

- Hey there Sol!

Check it out.

- Brother!

- Hey! Who the fuck are you?

- Who the fuck are you?

- I'm running the show.

- Sort it out with him, he's the boss.

- Calm down.

- Get rid of him.

- Why?

- Cost 200, takes half an hour and

frees up one day's work for two blokes.

Fuck'n two blokes mate.

It's quicker, cheaper, smarter.

- Yeah, smarter.

We'll see how you keep them all going when

they're on your payroll.

Now fuck him off. Boss.

What's that?

- It's an ice cream truck.

- I'm not putting my name to studs at 600.

- This was meant to be done on Tuesday.

- Pull it down.

- What?

- Pull it down. Do it properly.

- You're kidding right?

(Brett laughs)

Fuck off, Brett.

You gotta be kidding.

- Pull it down and start again.

- Oi. Oi!

It's true what they say about you.

You are a prick.

- Pull it down.

- Pull it down yourself
you stupid old prick.

Shove your job up your
jackson while you're at it.

Solly!

Solly!

(slamming door)

Solly!

- Fuck.

Jack. Jack!

- What?!

- This is Digger's ute.

So you're really going to do this?

- Yeah.

- Start a business.

- Yep.

- Drum up work?

Pay the bills?

- I think it's going to be fun.

- Great.

- Cheers.

- Yeah. Good.

- I got three brothers
and three sisters, right?

I got Helen, Albert, Jeffrey,
Harry, Michelle, Margaret,

Edward and Dot.

- Is that right?

- [Harry] Yeah.

And when we were growing up, one toilet.

- Well, it's good to see you
thought this one through.

What no dummy as well?

- I'm not here for a lecture.

- Oh.

So you've got no credit
rating, no overdraft,

no sales experience, no site references,

no brains, no hope.

- You piss the broom cupboard off,

you'll fit a crapper in there.

- Yeah, whatever.

No work, no money, no idea, no chance.

See it's no picnic running
your own business mate.

There's pressure.

- Yeah? You haven't done too bad.

His and hers Range Rovers.
House on the water. Shark Cat.

I could handle that pressure.

- Rule one. Don't make
money your motivation.

Your old man said it once. Tell him, Tom.

He said, " Success was being able to

"walk down the street, and
look everyone in the eye."

- Well?

- Well what mate?

- I'm not here to ask you for work.

That's not why I came here.

You wouldn't have any anyway would you?

- Digger's my builder.

- Seabrix have got Singlet's joint.

- Oh, not even you're that stupid, surely.

I mean, ask Tom. I mean, they hit him up

for half the deposit up front.

You tell him, Tom.

Right your old man quotes them but

he won't touch them. Yeah, tell him Tom.

I mean, Des will tell you.

- Oh come on Tiff.

Just give us a look,
just two secs. Please.

- No. No. Absolutely not.

- But if you could just show
me what we're up against.

- God, no Jack. I can't believe you're

even asking me this.

- Look, alright, cool. It's cool.

It's over. I'm out of
line. Sorry. Case closed.

- Really?

- Yeah, really.

(phone rings)

- Yeah?

- What is it? Yes or no?

- No.

- No? So you got the stuff then?

- No? Yes!

- What the fuck's going on?

Do I get the stuff, yes or no?

- Yes!

- [Solly] Why didn't you fucking say so?

- I've got no idea who that just was.

Have you found a ballet school yet?

- No.

- That's good. Cause
I've decided to offer you

my services, yeah?

I'm thinking first lesson
tonight, 8ish, my room.

Bit of heel to toe, heel to toe. Yeah?

- Move on, move on.

It's all cool.

There's a black man
jumping through the window.

There's nothing to look at here.

(restrained jazz music)

Yellow folder underneath the desk.

Yellow folder underneath the desk.

There's no yellow folder here.

Oh fuck.

(laughing)

- If my lunch beak was longer

Come on, come on.

(phone rings)

- Hang on.

Yeah?

Can you repeat that for me?

- Are you deaf? The
photocopier is fucking broken.

- Well what's wrong with it?

- How the fuck do I know what's

fucking wrong with it?

- Is it switched on?

- What do you mean is it on? Of course

it's fucking...

Yeah, bro. Give me 10 minutes eh?

- Come on! Come on.

- Bloody Indian call centers.

- Cancel.

Cancel!

What's going on?

- Have look what this dog's doing to me.

(phone rings)

- Yo.

- Bretto. It's me.

- On your own mate?

- Yeah. On my own now.

Hey listen, that price your quoted

for Digger for Seabrix,
that's mates rates yeah?

- Yeah that's the best price.

- Best price my ass mate.

- It is.

- Oh really?

Now I hear differently mate.

Word is you could come
down a bit. In fact, a lot.

Say by about two grand. Mate.

Oh no. You can't do this to me, Jack.

Two grand or I'm going
elsewhere, all right?

JJ, what's doing bro?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I've gone out on my own.

I'm just chasing up that price that you

gave Digger for Seabrix.

Mate, is that your top price?

(upbeat guitar music)

- You'll need these.
See you at the pub, eh?

- Harry.

- Jack.

- Thanks mate.

- It's all done.

- Done.

- Oh Jack, that stuff stinks.

Why don't you cook at your own house?

It's free here.

Get your ass up. You start work today.

- What do you mean?

- Sign that.

And get your boots.

You're already 15 minutes late.

- Apprentice? Apprentice what?

- An apprentice jockey.

Carpenter.

- I get it. You don't want me.

You just want the three
grand from the government.

- I need an apprentice,
and you need a life.

Now get your shit together.

If I get that form in by nine,

I'll have the money by
the end of the month.

Which reminds me you'll
have to wait that long

to get your first pay packet.

- What have I gotta do?

- Anything I tell you to.

If you know what's good for you.

Start by putting in two pieces of toast.

- Solly working for you?

- Good to see your appetite's back, love.

Your father waited for
you til 7:30 this morning.

He said he was waiting for a sparky,

but it was you he was waiting for.

- I don't know anything about electrics.

- Don't go getting smart with me.

I'm telling you Jack.

This whole Seabrix thing's gone too far.

- I'm ready.

- Where are you off to?

I'm working for Seabrix too.

(hammer pounding)

So this is it?

Me and you two?

- And sammy.

- Sammy?

- Sammy the shovel.

Your new best friend. Now, listen.

If we get this done on time and on budget,

we get the first three on Singlet's joint.

Hold our prices.

We don't even have to requote.

So let's work as a team, please.

We'll do it my way.

- Of course.

- [Jack] Are you coming to work?

- Yeah.

- Where's Dale?

- She's having a sickie.

- Bullshit.

- Get your boots on.

- She's not working today.

- Yeah she is.

- No she isn't.

- Oh what is it?

You got a sore tummy?

You got a headache?

Are the painters in?

Look at me. I don't care.

You're a working girl now,
so you get working, girl.

Now.

- She's pregnant.

- How could you do this to me?

Don't even think about
me forking out maternity.

And fair dinkum, if I
have to pay back that

three grand to the government,

I'm going to make you and
Solly work overtime until

What about Solly?

Never even said anything to me.

- Well don't tell him.

- Solly doesn't know.

It is Solly's?

- Oh Dale.

Chicko.

Dale?

- Mmm?

- You got to get rid of it.

If this baby comes out and it's white

it'll ruin your life.

What are we going to tell Solly?

- Grandpa. How does that grab you?

- Long as he can tackle.

- Yeah I don't know what's going on.

She says she loves me. Wants a family.

But says she has to wait and see.

Now what the fuck does that mean?

- Hey is Jack still a no-show?

Ah, stuff him.

13 years ago I promised my bride

I'd carry her over the threshold.

And that day's not too far away.

Thanks to the freebies,
and thanks to all of you.

Here's cheers!

- [All] Cheers!

- I can't believe it. We're nearly here.

- Anyways, while I'm unloading.

I just wanna say about me,

you know, leaving with Jack.

It was nothing personal, eh?

- You and me are friends, Sol.

Good friends.

Jacks's your mate.

- What's the old fella up to?

- Why don't you ask him yourself?

- Should she be playing
when she's up the duff?

- Doctor gave her clearance this morning.

- Doesn't mean she won't
be slowing us down.

- Come on, Bet.

- Jump, jump.

Jump! Oh!

- Dale.

- Oi.

- What?

(Solly laughing)

- Don't go talking to me sweetness.

I'm out of my tree.

I'm on my little glass cage.

Can't be beaten.

I won't be beaten.

(Solly yelling)

- Take it seriously, would you?

We don't want to start
the season with a loss.

- Oh yeah, how could we
front up to work tomorrow

if we lost netball.

- Hey hey hey,

come on, come on, come on.

Don't upset my little man in here.

- It'd be different if it was
your precious bloody football.

- Start stretching.

- Fingernails. Come on.

- Fingernails. No Jewelry?

Okay thank you.

- Let's go, Let's go!

- Come on JJ! Move!

- [Solly] Okay. Let's go.
Let's go Ange. Get Set!

- Eh? Things have just
got interesting, eh?

(Whistle blows)

Let's go.

(country rock guitar music)

(whistle blowing)

- Contact. Blue advantage.

- Listen, you have to fire up.

Dale, that goalkeeper's
making you look retarded.

Move your legs for fuck's sake.

And Tiff, if you can't
keep up, speak up, yeah?

And we'll replace you with someone

whose prepared to have a dig, all right?

- They're killing us down left.

Someone take that tall fat bitch and

put her out of action.

- It's a game! Relax.

- [Solly] That's the kind of attitude

that kept us in B-grade last year.

Are you trying to say these
fools are better than us?

- No way. That Chicko's going down, yeah?

Start giving it to 'em.

Fuck 'em! All right?

We wanna win, we gotta be tough.

- Come on lets go.

- As tough as guts.

Now fire up, all right?

There's no room for limp-wrists here.

All right?

Now where's my bib?

Come on!

Alright. Come one, lets go!

Let's get a piece of 'em! Come on!

(country rock guitar resumes)

- Give her the ball, Chicko.

(whistle blowing)

- That's a warning! Stop it!

(whistle blowing)

Stop this now! The game is over!

The game is over, gentlemen!

(laughing)

- Hey and next week, I'll be
going in Bazza's new boat.

I'm gonna go cray-fishing.

- Oh yeah, right.

- Bring a couple of crays back in. Yeah.

- Actually, Dale said she was
gonna take me whale watching.

- You tell her about whale watching?

- What? Don't you like whale watching?

- No. I hate whale watching.

- What?

- Have you cleaned those windows yet?

- No.

- Well what are you doing?

Handover's in three hours.

- Piss off.

- Oi!

- What's your problem?

- I'm not handing over my first house

with stickers on the windows.

You've got six minutes to
start taking that glue off--

- You're getting ripped
off on your pavers.

Thompson's charged you for 300.

There's nothing like that here.

- Now you've got five and half minutes.

- I don't know how you wake up to that.

- Handover's in three hours.

- Yeah I know.

- Jack, there's crap every where.

- Solly!

- What?

- Is this scaffolding being picked up?

- Yeah.

- And what about the temporary siding?

- Done. Done.

- What about the-- good.

Count those pavers off. Make
sure we got what we paid for.

I think Thompson's
starting to pull a swiftie.

Come check this out.

(garage door opening)

You like that?

Oh not this prick again.

Now, listen, mate, I've told you.

I can pay you, I will pay you.

But I just have to wait for my
final payment to go through.

Tiff, tell him.

- [Solly] Jack! Jack!

- What?

- We're 120 paver short mate.

- Well go and pick 'em up.

- But that's at Maryborough.

- Then fuck'n go to Maryborough.

- I wanna keep close.

- Just go.

- Look, next week, okay.

We'll got to the movies.

No, not just the movies,
we'll do dinner as well. Yes?

That means we can talk.

You know?

Movies, dinner, talk, yes?

- Two hours, 50 minutes.

(slow whistling tune)

- In a bit of pain, it looks like.

(Dale moans)

- Come on Dale. Come on.

Turned out nice, eh?

Have a look around, yeah?

I reckon you'll be happy
here. This is for you.

If you find anything that needs tweaking,

you just pick up the
blower, all right, mate?

(Dale moans)

- Son, get this woman to a hospital.

- Sure.

- You might want to take
a look at the garage door.

It seems to jam when you close it.

I'll get a man straight on that--

- My water's breaking!

- Son!

- Well get her off the carpet then!

Come on Dale!

Come on, get up, get up.

That's it. Yep, good.

There. Good girl. Okay.

I'll have that fixed by the morning, eh?

Enjoy the champagne.

Come on Dale, move Dale.

I'm pretty sure you legs move. Lets go.

I can't believe I had to miss out

on the full enjoyment of
handing over my first house.

You know how much I was
looking forward to that, Dale!

Fuck! I never even got a photo!

I never even got a photo Dale!

This is a fucking disaster.

Sol, it's happening.
Swing it around, mate.

- I don't want him there.

- What?

What are you talking about?

I can't have him there, Jack.

Why?

- Not until I know.

(Dale crying)

- Dale. Dale.

Listen. Listen.

I promise you black or white, this kid

is going to be a part
of Solly's life, yeah?

Sol, it's going on, mate. It's happening.

Get up the hospital.

I haven't had frigg'n
time to call you, man.

I've got a pregnant woman
breaking water on my dashboard.

And I'm moving as fast as I can.

Get up the hospital, mate.

- [Solly] I told you, you bloody bastard!

- This is gonna be brutal.

- [Solly] Jack!

- I don't think he's real happy with me.

(steady drums and harmonica)

- Hold her hand, Mr. Kelly.

- Dale, Dale. Screamings
not helping anyone. Shush!

(Dale Screams)

- Would you like to come down

this end of the Bed, Mr. Kelly?

- And be wicket keeper? No, no way.

Come on, Dale!

Less whinging more pushing!

- Come, Dale, fire up!
- Come on that's it.

- Fire up, Dale! Go Move it!
- Just take it easy.

- Move it Dale. Let's go! Let's go!

- Go! Go!

- Good.

(Dale screams)

- Lift your game, Dale. Come on!

It doesn't hurt that bad!

- It hurts!! JACK!

- It doesn't hurt that bad.

Now push! Push! Push!

Come on Dale!

There's nothing happening!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

- Okay, that's nice
- Push! Push! Push!

- Push! What's that?!

- That's the baby's head coming through!

- It's got a head!

- It's coming through. Okay, good girl.

Good girl. That's it.

(Dale Screams)

- Come on Dale! Come on Dale!

- That's it great! Good, good.

Okay that's nice.

It's a--

- It's a darkie! It's a darkie!

Yes! Dale!

- Good size too.

- Here's your son.

- Nurse. Fix him up, please.

(Jack snoring)

- Wasn't his fault.

I begged him not to tell you.

I wanted to be sure I could be a mother.

- And?

- As soon as I saw him.

- Huh?

- Okay. We've got A into B, D into F.

Where the hell's G?

If they were all like
Pete, I wouldn't have

to check the bastards.

Hey, I pulled off a B and
E for you to get those.

Built you a house in time.

You can't even put a
cot together. Whatever.

- Anyways, it's not in on time until I

get this final claim in.

- Would you hurry up?
All this baby stuff's

running me dry.

- Yeah, what are you
even doing over there?

You know what you're doing?

- Yeah.

- Not like that. Start with the base.

Put it on the floor.

Give us a look. Give me that.

You don't even need them.

Start with these ones. Put
'em in like this. Yeah?

Then you'll be picking
these ones up. Yeah?

That goes in there.

That's what happens. Yeah?

- Yup.

- That goes in there
and that goes in there.

- All right.

Well, good luck with all that, eh?

(Sol whistles)

Check you out.

(Tiffany laughs)

- Helllo?

- Yo!

You, miss Tiffany Lambert, you are in

for the night of your life tonight.

- Mmhm, when I heard
it was State of Origin,

I knew you'd come up with something.

- Come on, front row seat. Yeah?

On the lounge.

- We're going to the movies, remember?

- Wine? Wine.

- Nice try.

What are you doing?

- Nothing.

- What are you hiding?

- Nothing.

- What is it?

All right, fine then.

Where did you get these?

You used me.

- No Tiff--

- Don't. Stop right there.

- Tiff look--

- Do you have any idea what I've given up

to get this shot at management?

You're still here in
your little world with

Mummy and Daddy on hand for every crisis.

Don't you realize I'm on my own?

- Tiff. Tiff! Hey.

- Stay home. Watch your football.

Do your fucking washing.

And since you're so good with paperwork

have another look at your contract.

Section 36B.

If Singlet's comes off, go one day over

and I will whack you $1000 a day.

One minor defect, and I'm
pulling you off the job.

I'm not falling for you.

- If Singlet's comes
off? What do you mean if?

- From here on in, you're on your own.

(sad country music)

- Didn't expect to see you.

- Why not? It's my team.

- Tiff, Tiff, Tiff

You're on fire tonight.

- If you want to talk to me,

make an appointment in office hours.

- Need a hand with that?

You got much work on?

- A bit.

You?

- I need something to tide me over.

- And I'm your Father Christmas.

450 mate.

- Seabrix do 'em at 600.

- We do 'em at 450.

(Engine running)

- Whose that bloke?

- Search me.

- Who's the suit?

- You don't wanna know.

- The rezoning fell
through on his farm today.

- Didn't plant. There's nothing coming in.

- I warned you.

- Jack's relying on
your joint for cashflow.

- Yeah, well he reckons
that Tiffany reckons

it's not over yet.

Reckon's they're sending some
big knob up from Melbourne.

Reckons he's gonna appeal.

- Maybe they worked out
they paid through the ass.

- I didn't plant. There's
nothing coming in.

- You didn't tell me Jack was with them.

- Oh didn't I?

Hey, great day for whale watching.

- Yeah we just saw one.

- Did you?

- Yeah.

- Just one Jack?

No. No, there were two.

- Yeah, one of them had a baby.

- Really?

- [Men] Yeah.

- It's the krill from Antarctica

that's bringing them all in.

- Just around the bend.

And that baby, it's an albino.

- Are you guys coming?

- I've got the kids.

- I've got a kid.

(slow melodic electric guitar)

- They were here just a minute ago.

- Take me in.

- I need an hour or so off tomorrow.

Singlet's rezoning appeal's on.

- Can't spare you.

This has got to be locked up tomorrow.

I'm sweating on a bank draw.

- Well I'm sweating on this
appeal. I need one hour, max.

I promise I'll back by 12.

- Make sure you are.

- I told her if she pulls this off

I'd line her up in her ballet classes.

- Oh, I'll drink to that.

- Course, that was when
she was talking to me.

- My colleague, Reg Brassford.

- Big knob from Melbourne.

G'day mate.

- G'day.

(Jack yelling)

- Yeah!

Jack's back! Baby!

Takes the shot!

Nothing but net!

- I guess the appeal went well, eh?

- Yeah! Jack's back baby!

(laughing)

- How dare you turn up here like

a drunken plum fairy.

- Fairy godmother more like it.

The rezoning's though.

The checks are due.

The Seabrix man will see you through.

Plie.

(some laughing)

You could've said "well done."

- I'll give you well done when

you've been at it for 29 years.

- Which, was coincidentally, the last time

you updated your house plans.

No offense mate, but one toilet?

He's got four kids! Huh?

The line up for a piss in the morning

will look like a Big Brother audition.

- It's a home and it's a good one.

- It's a shitbox.

It's a typical pokey Harry
little obsolete shitbox.

Fair dinkum, mate. You
couldn't give these house away.

- [Worker] Hey, you right?

- It might not suit your new found

station in life, son--

(car door shutting)

Jase, mate, I've just about had enough.

How many times you need to be told?

I can pay you, and I will pay you.

But I can't pay you until
Harry's refinancing comes though.

Harry asked me for a favor,
I asked you for favor.

That's the way it works.

- Harry's gone belly-up mate.

Went into voluntary
liquidation this morning.

Sorry.

- Harry owes me 18 grand.

Digger owes me 15.

- He's into me for 42.

- Where at they?

- How much does Harry owe Digger?

- Our collective asses. If
Harry goes, Digger goes.

- And if Digger goes, we all go.

- There goes next year's grand final.

- Everyone just settle down.

- I've been trying to
reach Digger all over.

Phone's off.

- Everyone shut up.

All right?

We're here to train.

- Fuck your football!

Your old man owes me 15
grand and he's gone AWOL.

- Yeah. What are you saying?

- I'm saying you Kelly pricks

you can't be trusted.

- My old man has never
reneged on a debt in his life.

- Yeah but you're a suss dog.

And you must've got that somewhere.

- Oh you're fucked.

- Hey hey hey. Come on. Don't get--

- Jack, Jack. Leave him.

- Don't let fear hold you back Kelly.

If your old man's such
a hero, where is he?

- [Digger] I'm here.

Harry came to see me.

He asked me for a favor.

Said he was refinancing, nothing major.

And could I carry him
for a couple of weeks?

Well that was six weeks ago.

- Digger, what about me?

Tell me I'm not going
to lose my house, Mate.

- Harry said they're working on a scheme.

- Digger.

You tell me.

You tell me that I'm not
going to lose my house.

(water dripping)

No. Fuck.

(phone rings)

- Mum? What's wrong?

No.

Oh how would I know?

Oh calm down will you?

He'll be on the piss somewhere.

Oh, yeah, righto.

Nah, I'll go. Where do you reckon?

Yeah, I'm on my way.

I'm on my way. See you.

Yeah. Yeah.

I've found him.

Okay? He's at Pete's.

All right? So goodnight, Mum.

Yeah. Well, no, well,
he's not at the caravan.

He's at the house.

Yeah I know it's not finished.

Just relax will you Mum?

I don't know.

Looks like he's working.

By himself. Yeah, he's up on the roof.

I'm here now. All right. Oh Jesus.

Yep. Just. Mum! Mum, he's not.

He's not having a breakdown, all right?

Okay? He probably just wants
to spend some time by himself.

Me?

Why don't you talk to him about it?

Oh!

He's not going to jump.

Eh? Oh. All right. All right.

Alright. Yep. Okay.

I'm going. I'm going Mum.

I'm doing it. I'm doing it now.

Okay.

Bye.

What do I say to him?

- [Betty] Tell him to
get off the damn roof.

- Alright, alright.

Turn the lights on.

Bit slippery.

How's it going?

- Good.

- That's good.

A nice night.

I'll leave ya to it.

This is bullshit!

You gotta pull your act together.

Harry's out there drumming up votes.

Mum's handling the creditors.

What the fuck are you doing?

- Hello, mate.

What're you doing?

Mate, I can't come up there.

I'll bloody fall off and kill meself.

Hey.

Betty's on the way.

- Did he make it home
all right last night?

- Yeah. No thanks to you.

- Hey, you gotta do something.

He's losing it.

- I gotta go out tonight.

I want you to keep an eye on him.

- What am I gonna do with him?

- So what the hell's doing on?

- Told you. Mum said he
needs a boy's night out.

- He said he didn't want to go out.

- I'm not sure I wanna go out.

- All right. Go grab him.

- You go, he's your father.

- He's your best mate.

- You owe him one.

- Me?

- Yeah.

- What?

- He is an egg. Eh?

He's a dumb, dullard, wouldn't
know if his ass was on fire.

Special school egg.

- Better than Connelly

- Connelly's our best ref.

- I'm off.

- Hey, we'll give you a lift.

- Thanks for the lift.

- You going to be alright?

- What do you reckon?

- Hey. I'll come in.

Have a beer.

- Haven't got any beer.

- That's all right.

Just have some of your
home brew, then, eh?

- Don't push me.

Are you stupid?

Are you stupid?!

I don't want you on my team!

I don't want you on my site!

And I don't want you in my house!

- Well too bad what you
want. I'm allowed to be here.

- What's happened?

What's this?

- I just wanted to belt him back up.

- Go home, son.

Don't go looking to me for sympathy.

I feel like giving you a
bloody great thumping myself.

He was only trying to help.

You can't take that, can you? Hmm?

You're all right when you're
helping everyone else out.

But when it's your turn,
you won't even listen.

Where are you going?

- Looking for me wife.

Get some support.

- What do you want?

- Thought I'd better return this.

Oh. Cordial.

Cool.

Can I make myself a cup?

- What do you want?

Jack, leave me alone.

- Make one little mistake.

- You lied, you cheated, and you stole.

- Three pretty big one's but still.

- You don't care.

- I'm really sorry Tiff.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Hey, look at me.

I stuffed up.

I never should've done that.

I want you.

I need you.

And I'm really sorry.

What can I do?

- Do something right.

Do something for someone
else for a change.

- Is this your way of saying that

you want me to make you
a cup of cordial too?

(crowd murmuring)

- If you're a creditor please sign in.

If you're a creditor, sign in please.

- Forgot your glasses.

Good luck.

- Ladies and Gentlemen.

This meeting of the creditors
of Bay Land Developments

in voluntary administration
is now called to order.

We'll begin with a look
at a reasonable snapshot

if its current financial position.

It's very much like a balance sheet.

And so as you can see,

from the size of the deficit you can see

that the position is--

- Rat shit!

- Please raise your hand
and identify yourself

before addressing the chair.

- Look, if you don't mind mate,

you've been dribbling on
for 40 minutes and I think

I can sum up in English what
you've been trying to say.

Harry's stuffed.

(crowd murmurs and applauds)

We already know that, Einstein.

We knew that three bloody weeks ago.

Most of us have been sitting
on our asses since then

with nothing coming in and this lot here

breathing down our necks.

So, cut the shit, mate, and explain

what happens from here.

What we want to know is
when we get out money.

- [Crowd] Yeah!

- So to answer that question,
the secured creditors here

will be paid first.

Then will be the preferential creditors.

- Well, who's preferential?

- Bet it won't be us.

Group tax for one.

- Down here are the unsecured creditors.

(crowd clamors)

- The tax office gets paid before us.

- Speak english you dickhead!

- Why doesn't Harry say something?

- What's the bottom line, Harry?

- And you are?

- I'm his biggest creditor.

And he's my mate.

So, what is the score mate?

- Uh, well

It's as he says.

We finish the Booral job and try and

claw back a few cents in the dollar but

to pull this off we all
need to be back on the job

by Monday.

(crowd grumbles)

- You drag us down and
expect us to prop you up!

- This is as good as it's going to get.

- What about the money you owe us?

- I'm sorry mate.

- But you'll be okay.

- No, mate. No I won't be okay.

You think I like being up
here with these tossers?

What, you think I wanted this to happen?

Me and Digger kept you
blokes in work for years.

Back in '85 when those other
southern bastards went broke

I borrowed to the hilt
to keep my business going

to keep you blokes in work.

- 1985? Christ I was ten year's old.

- It's time to move to the vote.

- I have an offer to put to the meeting.

- And you are?

- Jack Kelly Constructions.

- To participate in this meeting you must

be a registered creditor
of Bay Land Developments.

On whose behalf are you speaking?

Sir, I'll ask you to resume your se--

- I wanna say that Harry's right.

Him and Digger we owe them a lot.

Me, you Pete, Sol,

Even you, Brett.

They taught us a trade, gave us a chance.

We wouldn't be here without 'em.

But you blokes have got to ask yourselves,

where exactly are you?

You're cooped up in a ballet hall and

you're fighting for your lives.

My old man he's

he's the best builder I know.

He build houses,

and he builds 'em good.

But they're not good homes.

- Your out of order.

- Hey. Harry can build 'em.

Digger can build 'em .

I can build 'em. We can all build 'em.

We can't design 'em and we can't sell 'em.

Seabrix can.

- It's a good proposal.

You really should hear it out.

- [Jack] If you vote to
team up with Seabrix,

we can start building homes
that people wanna live in.

And the quicker we sell them,

the quicker you get back on your feet.

But there's no schemes.

And Harry goes down.

- What do you mean,
"Harry goes down." Jack?

He's at least going to give us
10 cents on the dollar, mate.

What are you gonna do?

(crowd clamors)

- It's all there, facts and figures,

signed off by an army of CPAs.

- Order. Order!

- Enough! For Christ's sake!

You've all written me off.

Well I'm not dead yet,

and neither are you.

Come on, wake up, fellas.

Wake up. This isn't about Harry McPhee or

Bay Land Developments.

This is about our town.

And they're going to waltz
in here with their promises

- [Singlet] What did
Seabrix ever promise, Harry?

Apart from fair prices?

- This is Singlet. My good mate, Singlet.

And the reason that we're in the mess

that we're in is that
when he sold his land

he sold us down the drain!

(crowd clamors)

- Shut up! Everyone, shut up!

- [Woman From Crowd] We're
going to lose everything!

And you bastards don't give a damn!

- What's going on?

Is this what we've become?

Is this who we are now?

Mate again mate?

Just looking after yourself?

- We were all doing all right
til you jumped ship, Jack.

- Shut up, JJ.

- You're right mate.

You're right.

I'm the guiltiest bloke here, mate.

- Sir? I'll ask you one lasts time.

On whose behalf are you speaking?

- [Digger] Me.

He speaks for me.

- Why didn't you say
that at the start mate?

When he said "Are there any questions?"

- Yeah, we're going to get 40 cents more.

Did we win?

- Did we?

- We shit it in!

- You did your job today, Son.

- Can't do it on my own.

You wanna team up?

- I think you're ready.

- I think you're ready.

- [Harry] Hey.

- Well we know how this one ends.

- At least I get to spend
more time on the boat.

The boat and the house
are in the wife's name.

- And he said, Digger's creditors
will be paid back in full.

It may take some time,
but you'll get your money.

- Every cent?

- Every cent.

- Thanks to Seabrix, eh?

Seabrix.

- Who's dying for a drink?

- Good idea.

- G'day boys.

Bring around the pipe!

- 450.

- 600, mate.

- Hey, Hey. Look here.

Hey, nice cocker spaniel, Digger!

(crew laughs)

- All right boys, back to work eh?

- And we're guaranteed to see whales?

- Uh-huh

- From the beach? So they come this close?

- Strangely, the bigger
whales get more nervous.

- Bout time you guys
got here, I'm thirsty.

- Where are the boys?

- Oh they'll be here. They love it.

- Maybe going the knuckle was a bad idea.

- Righto, lets do it.

- Here come the whales!

(women laughing)

- They've got even larger this year.

- Oh, not what I'm looking at.

(happy folk music)

(heartfelt acoustic guitar and vocals)