Original subtitles

(BALL BOUNCES)

(BIRDSONG IN DISTANCE, QUIET BUBBLING)

Captions by Able. www.able.co.nz

(BALL BOUNCES)

(HAIRDRYER WHINES)

- ARTIE: Mum!

(BALL BOUNCES IN DISTANCE, QUIET BUBBLING)

(KNOCK ON DOOR) - Mum!

- JO: Matt! (KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Can you get that? (BALL BOUNCES)

- Mum!

Mum! - JO: Answer it!

- Mum!

(HAIRDRYER WHINES IN DISTANCE)

ARTIE: Mum!

- What?! - (HAIRDRYER TURNS OFF)

- Is that the man coming to buy the car?

- No, hon. That man's coming tomorrow.

It's Barry.

(BIRDS TWITTER IN DISTANCE)

(DOOR CREAKS)

- Hey, babe. - (SIGHS)

Oh God. Just give me a minute.

(KIDS' PROGRAMME PLAYS ON TV) - Don't. Wait!

- (GIGGLES)

- Dinner's on. Keep an ear out for the timer.

I'll be back about 11.

- Why are you selling the car?

(KIDS' PROGRAMME CONTINUES PLAYING)

(FOOTSTEPS RETREAT)

(JINGLE PLAYS ON TV)

- You're the man of the house, Matt.

You OK? - BARRY: Yeah.

(DOOR OPENS, FOOTSTEPS THUD)

(DOOR SHUTS)

- WOMAN ON RADIO: It's not Ōtāhuhu. It's Ōtahu.

I grew up there.

I should know.

It's mean! It's mean.

It's absolutely... (KIDS' PROGRAMME PLAYS ON TV)

- HOWIE: Hey, shithead.

- ARTIE: You're not allowed to be here!

- HOWIE: Yo, Matt! - MATT: Yo.

- Where you at? - Going to get dressed.

(TV PROGRAMME, RADIO CONTINUE IN DISTANCE)

I can't find the keys.

Hey.

- You sure? Huh? - Yeah, come on.

- Here.

- Ohh. - (CHUCKLES)

- OK. - (CHUCKLES)

This is your colour.

Yeah, I'd say it's you. - Fuck off, cuz.

- (CHUCKLES) - Nah, put it back.

It's not cool.

- MATT: Yes! Found 'em. (KEYS CLINK)

- You like fishing?

(FOOTSTEPS THUD)

(PICTURE THUDS SOFTLY) Hear about Sam's Dad?

Apparently, he had a cancer too.

(DRAWER SLIDES SHUT)

(SHOUTING, AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE ON TV)

Fuck.

No way your mum's gonna sell this.

- ARTIE, MUFFLED: You're not allowed!

- Windows down. - What?

- Windows down. - ARTIE: You're not allowed!

(KEY TURNS, ENGINE STARTS) - MATT: Come on!

- You're not allowed! - Come on.

(ENGINE REVS)

- For the last time, we're not allowed!

- Come on! - We're not allowed!

(CAR DOOR SLAMS)

- Get in the car. - Get off me.

We're not allowed! - Come here.

- Come on. (CAR DOOR SLAMS)

- (GRUNTS) Stop! - HOWIE: Hey, hey, hey.

- (GROANS) - Get in the car!

- (GRUNTS) - Hey, hey, hey.

- Keep off! - Get in the car.

- HOWIE: Come on. (CAR DOOR OPENS)

- MATT: Hurry up!

(DOOR SLAMS, ENGINE TURNS OVER)

(ENGINE REVS)

(ENGINE STALLS) - ARTIE: Ha ha! (LAUGHS)

- MATT: I'm trying. (ENGINE GRINDS)

- ARTIE: You don't even know. - HOWIE: Go harder.

(BIRD CRIES, MUSIC PLAYS IN DISTANCE)

(ENGINE REVS)

(SLIM WHITMAN'S 'CATTLE CALL' PLAYS)

- HOWIE: Fuck. Your dad had some whack-as music.

Wait. What do you reckon? Do I look 20?

- About the same. (LAUGHS)

- (ARTIE GIGGLES) - Oh, yes.

- ♪ ...singin' my cattle call. ♪ - ARTIE: Come on!

- MATT: Dude. - HOWIE: Go for a walk.

- MATT: Dude, go. Go.

(BIRDS TWITTER, DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)

Whoooo! (HORN HONKS)

All right, you ready?

(WINDSCREEN WIPERS WHIRR) - (LAUGHS)

- (ARTIE GIGGLES)

(SLIM WHITMAN'S 'ROLL ALONG SILVERY MOON' PLAYS ON STEREO)

- ♪ 'Roll along,

♪ 'silv'ry moon.

♪ 'Guide my lover

♪ 'on his way.' ♪

(ENGINE RUMBLES, MUSIC STOPS)

(ENGINE REVS)

- Go, Howie, go! Go! - MAN: Come here!

- Come on! Get in the back. In the back.

(BOTTLES CLINK) - Come here, you little shits!

(ENGINE REVS) - Go. Get outta here!

Too slow!

You're too slow!

You're too slow! - Fuckin' badass.

- You're too slow! - I know your faces!

Seen you before! - ARCHIE: You suck!

(ENGINE RUMBLES)

- Here's your Coke, shithead.

(ENGINE REVS, HORN HONKS) - ARCHIE: Whoooo!

(CRICKETS CHIRP) - You show your legs off more,

but, like, fuck, one...

- Aoooooooo! - ...one breeze -- whew!

- (MATT LAUGHS) - Like, holy shit.

(COW MOOS IN DISTANCE) - MATT: One breeze? (LAUGHS)

- (ARCHIE HOWLS)

(SLIM WHITMAN'S 'ROLL ON SILVERY MOON' PLAYS ON STEREO)

- (SLIM WHITMAN YODELS, MATT HOWLS)

(HOWLING, YODELLING CONTINUE IN DISTANCE)

(CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

(VEHICLE APPROACHES, BOYS CHEER)

Stay in the car, all right? - OK.

- Yo, what's up brother? Hey, dim those lights.

(ENGINE STOPS) - Hey.

- Hey. - This your car?

- Yeah.

- ARTIE: This is my dad's car.

- It's-- It's mine. - It's Dad's.

- Come on. - It's Dad's!

- Can I get in? - Uh...

WHISPERS: Get out.

- But I'm supposed to stay in-- - Get out.

- Hey, hey, hey. Uh, come with me, shithead.

- Hey! - Hey, cutie.

- Come on, man. - So cute!

(POP MUSIC BLASTS IN DISTANCE)

(DOOR SHUTS)

(PARTYGOERS CHATTER, CRICKETS CHIRP)

- Get comfy, my man.

- How you doing?

(BOYS SHOUT, CHEER)

(LIGHTER CLICKS) - (EXHALES SHARPLY)

Windows. - No.

- We'll get higher.

Yours too.

(SCOFFS)

(CHATTER, LAUGHTER CONTINUE IN DISTANCE)

- (EXHALES)

- I like your nose. - My nose?

- CHUCKLES: I dunno.

- (LAUGHS) That is nasty. (GIRLS CHUCKLE)

- Yeah, go on. That shit's good, bro.

You relaxin'?

(BOTH LAUGH)

- GIGGLES: It's just ...

- (COUGHS, LAUGHS) - (GIGGLES)

(CHATTER CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)

WHISPERS: Do that again.

(EXHALES SOFTLY) Wait.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Was this how they found him?

When he... killed himself?

- (INHALES SHAKILY)

(LOW, UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(BIKE ENGINE REVS)

(PARTYGOERS CHATTER)

- MATT: Artie!

Artie! - ARTIE: I'm here! I'm here!

(FIREWORKS CRACKLE, HISS)

(LOUD BOOM)

- What you doing, man? - What you doing?

- Get up! Get outta here. Come on.

(FIREWORKS CRACKLE, EXPLOSIONS BOOM)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

- ELISE: Matt!

(ENGINE STARTS)

(ENGINE REVS)

(FOLK MUSIC PLAYS ON STEREO)

- HOWIE: I think he only smoked a little bit.

- ♪ ...and softly she sighed

♪ to the moon.

♪ Roll on,

♪ silv'ry moon.

(SIREN WAILS) ♪ Guide my lover...

- HOWIE: Oh, fuck. - ♪ ...on his way.

- Shit!

What are you doing? (TYRES SCREECH)

- No, no, no! - Aargh!

(CAR HORN BLARES)

- ♪ ...nightingale song... - HOWIE: Fuck!

- ♪ ...is in tune... - Slow, slow, slow.

Go into the yard.

(TYRES SCREECH) - ♪ ...I never,

♪ never more... - Shit. Go!

(SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE)

This is good. This is good.

- ♪ ...from my true love... - Let's wait here.

- ♪ ...will stray. ♪ - Dim the lights!

(ENGINE STOPS, MUSIC STOPS) - (EXHALES)

SOFTLY: Oh, fuck.

(VEHICLE APPROACHES) - ARTIE: I can hear them.

- MATT: Shh. Shut up.

Fuck.

(EXHALES)

Fuck, fuck.

(SIREN WAILS) Shit. Down!

Go, go! (ENGINE STARTS)

- ♪ ...a squall. - Shit!

- ♪ I don't care what the weather,

♪ my heart as light as a feather,

♪ singin' my cattle call.

(SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE) ♪ (YODELS)

(CRASHING) - Aargh! I don't wanna die!

- Shit! - Fuck!

- ♪ I'm brown as a berry

♪ from ridin' the prairie... - Go, go!

- ♪...and I sing with an ol' western drawl.

♪ (YODELS)

♪ Singin' my cattle call. (SIREN WAILS)

♪ (YODELS)

(TYRES SCREECH)

- ♪ (YODELS) ♪ (SIREN WAILS, RAIN PATTERS)

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

(POLICE CAR ENGINE STOPS) - (PANTS)

(FOLK MUSIC PLAYS ON STEREO) - Fuck.

(ENGINE STOPS, MUSIC STOPS) Fuck. Fuck!

- JO: My boys are asleep in bed, OK?

- OFFICER: They've just stolen booze from the bottle store...

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- (EXHALES, BREATHES SHAKILY) - JO: Matt.

Matt.

Matt! - HOWIE: Shit.

- Matt!

- (BREATHES SHAKILY)

(GARAGE DOOR RATTLES)

- (EXHALES, INHALES SHARPLY)

- You gonna fucking tell 'em what happened?

Fuck you! (CLANG!)

Fuck you! (CLANG!)

Fuck you! (CLANG!)

Tell 'em! I fucking hate him!

- Oh-- No. No! - I hate him!

- No!

- Back the fuck up! Let him finish.

- Fucking hate him!

(MATT JUMPS ON ROOF) - HOWIE: What're you doing?

Matt, get down!

(CLANGING CONTINUES)

Come back!

(JARRING, DISCORDANT MUSIC)

(METAL ROD CLANGS)

- OK?

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(BIRDS TWITTER)

(DISTANT KNOCK ON DOOR)

(KIDS' PROGRAMME PLAYS ON TV, KNOCKING CONTINUES)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

(BIRDS TWITTER IN DISTANCE)

- MAN: I'm here about the Datsun.

- Uh, sorry. It's... not for sale any more.

(QUIET BUBBLING)

(SLIM WHITMAN'S 'ROLL ON SILVERY MOON')

Captions by Able. www.able.co.nz