Original subtitles

[Gentle music]

♪ Rushing water ♪

♪ One keeps to corners ♪

♪ Turn cheeks in shadows ♪

♪ On the shortline ♪

♪ Woman willing ♪

♪ Undress your heart strings ♪

[Car engine revs]

♪ Follow your thick thing boys ♪

♪ On a shortline ♪

[Car engine revs]

[Upbeat rock music]

♪ Rebel rebel ♪

♪ You've torn your dress ♪

♪ Rebel rebel ♪

♪ Your face is a mess ♪

♪ Rebel rebel ♪

♪ How could they know? ♪

Boys.

Boschy.

♪ Hot tramp I love you so... ♪

What's up?

- Hey, mate. - How are you, mate?

You've been working hard by the looks of it.

Yeah, boy.

I've got a little surprise for ya.

Oh.

- That's yours, Salty. - Fucking hell.

[Laughter] Cobba.

Yeah, Bosch.

Don't put it in the fucking bank, whatever you do.

Come on, Bosch. Are you one of those,

what do they call them,

fuckin' financial planners or something now, mate? [Laughs]

Call the girls, Cobba. there's a party.

You better believe it, turn that music up, mate, let's go.

[Laughter]

♪ Hot tramp I love you so ♪

[Plastic rustles]

Hey, it's Lizzie. Leave a message.

[Answering machine beeps]

Hey, Mum.

I'm just calling to say goodnight.

Hope I can come see you soon.

Love you heaps.

[Distant music]

[Bottles clatter]

Fuckin' hide this shit, fellas. Hide this shit.

Fuckin' move, you sook.

Fuckin', come on. Hide it, hide it.

Can I help you, boys?

Put your hands above your head and don't move.

I think there's been a little misunderstanding, mate.

[Man] Are you deaf? I said don't move.

No, just let me show you something.

[Man] Stop!

Stop right there.

OK.

What's that, what's in the bag?

I'll show you what's in...

[Man] Don't fucking touch the bag!

[car door shuts]

Geoffrey Bosch James.

You're under arrest.

For what?

For being a fucking legend, Boschy.

[Laughter] Oh, you fucking...

[Laughter] Fuck!

[groans]

Jesus Christ, I nearly shit myself.

You're doing alright, Boschy?

Who is this?

It's my other boss.

[Water runs]

[Owl hoots]

[Owl hoots]

Look at this.

Detective Sergeant Campbell

pulled it off the docks last night.

Jesus fuckin' Christ.

It's Colombian.

It's the purest we've ever seen.

Made sure we kept a key just for you, Boschy.

What the fuck am I going to do with this?

Cut it, double it, sell it you idiot.

Boschy, it's time you start making some real money.

We don't deal with this shit, Keith, you know that.

[Man] Well here's your problem, old mate.

You're not making the decisions anymore.

What did you fuckin' say?

Here's the deal.

Take my gift...

shut the fuck up...

and you unload it.

I don't want you to waste your talent, Bosch.

[Distant country music]

How's little Rocky doing?

I'm really sorry, Bosch.

You know, I thought I was doing a good thing for the crew.

Look at them.

Look at them. All right?

They're your fucking brothers.

Your family and you just fucked them.

Fuck!

What are you fucking thinking?

We're farmers, mate, we don't sell coke, all right?

Fuck.

[Distant country music]

[Door slams]

[Distant inaudible voices]

[Giggling]

Oh my God.

My God, he's so cute.

[Chuckles] Go get us a beer, love.

[Whispers] Oi.

You cheeky bugger.

I knew it.

[Laughing] How's school?

What does that mean?

Get a surf?

Pumping?

Any barrels?

What?

What did you have for dinner, want some pizza?

No.

- No, come on. - No.

Oh, God!

Oh, you got me.

Come on.

Strong.

What's the matter?

When is mum coming home?

I wish I could tell you, mate.

Hey...

Rock.

What do you reckon we go for a surf tomorrow, hey?

Me and you?

Yeah, me and you.

I reckon get up early...

...Before the sunrise

and the wind is asleep

and the dolphins are just waking up.

Fishes around.

It's magic in the air, magic in the water.

But you gotta get up real early!

Real early, beat the sunrise.

What do you reckon?

Hmm?

[Woman] Boschy?

Drink's getting warm.

[Bosch] OK.

- Cheers, love. - Cheers.

He is the cutest.

Yeah, he's full of magic, that little fella.

Just like you're going to be. [Laughter]

Come on, you've been a bad, bad girl.

[Birds chirp]

[Door rattles]

[Rockit whispers] Dad.

Dad, it's locked.

[Kookaburras laugh]

[Whispers] Dad.

Dad, we've got to get there before sun up like you said.

Come on, dad, the waves are pumping.

We've got to go.

Oh, mate, go back to bed, it's pumping in there too.

What? Dad, you promised me last night.

You said you would come with me, come on!

Just fucking go yourself, mate!

- Get up, let's go! - Fuck.

Get up, dad, come on. Let's go!

All right, all right, I'm coming.

Yes! I'll make us some Weet-Bix.

[Gentle music]

[Gentle music continues]

[Gentle music continues]

[Gentle music continues]

Did you see that last one, dad, I crushed it.

Mmm.

Killing it, mate.

Oi, you got school today?

Yeah, I can skip though.

Dude, come on, I got a hundred calls this year already.

What time have you got to be there?

Half past eight.

- Shit, mate. Come on, let's go. - No.

Why not?

I hate school.

Why?

They call me Dum Dum.

Why do they call you Dum Dum?

Because I can't read properly.

Look...

Listen, you remember what I told you about bullies all right?

Next cunt to say something,

grab the biggest thing you can and fucking hit him, right?

Fucking knock him out.

But...

I don't want to hurt no one.

All right, mate.

You're a lot smarter than me, little Rock.

I never got to go, you know.

You didn't?

Spent my whole life on the farm wishing I could.

Dad?

Yeah, mate?

You said there's magic.

Where is it?

Mate, can't you feel it?

It's everywhere.

[Birds chirp]

Last one in the car is a rotten egg, go.

[Woman] Good morning, class.

[All] Good morning, Mrs Cousins.

OK, let's see everyone's assignments.

Rockit, let's start with you.

Biskets ate it, Miss Cousins...

Oh, who's Biskets?

My dog, Miss.

He doesn't even own a dog.

Yes I do.

He didn't do it, Miss Cousins.

- He told me in the playground. - No I didn't.

- See? - I didn't ask you, Taz.

Rockit, did you or did you not complete your assignment?

I didn't do it.

Dum Dum can't even read a book.

Taz, I'm not going to ask you again.

OK, class, who did do their assignments?

Raise your hands.

[Bell sounds]

Hey, Dum Dum.

Are you a girl? You've got her like a girl.

Have you got a vagina like a girl?

Piss off, cunt.

- Tough bastard, aren't you? - Fucking weak pussy.

- Whistle, Whistle. - Get your fucking hands off me.

You can't even read properly yet, Dum Dum.

You pathetic piece of shit.

- Oh, shit! - Oh my God.

- Rockit James! - What?

[Boy] Get up, get up. Get up!

[Sombre music builds]

[Water laps]

[Thunder rumbles]

It's pretty late, mate.

A lady from school came by today.

Wanna tell me what happened?

Hmm?

You wanna tell me about the kid in hospital?

I don't wanna be Dum Dum.

What do you mean, you're not a Dum Dum.

You don't even try, mate.

You spend your whole day in the surf,

how the fuck are you gonna learn anything?

Why the fuck do you think I tell you to go to school?

I do go.

I'm not a good reader.

[Bosch] Why aren't you a good reader?

Only Mum ever helped me.

[Exhales]

[Door slams]

It's going to be a long weekend for me, OK, buddy?

Is she ever coming back?

I don't think so.

[Rockit sighs]

[Sombre a cappella music]

[Gentle music]

[Water splashes]

[Gentle music continues]

[Gentle music continues]

Holy shit.

[Phone rings]

[Glass clatters]

[Man] Boschy, Boschy.

There is a massive bushfire ripping towards your farm, mate.

We're evacuating the area right now.

They're going to find all your fuckin' crops, mate.

[Car engine revs]

[Car engine revs]

[Dramatic music]

Fuck.

[Siren wails distantly]

[Dramatic music continues]

You're fucking kidding!

[Groans]

[Tyres screech]

[Engine revs]

Rockit, let's go!

Oh, just five more minutes, dad.

No, get in the fucking car, now!

Fucking hell!

Oi, Dad, where's the Mustang?

- I don't have time to explain. - Where are we going?

Shut up, get in the fucking car!

[Engine revs]

What's happening, what's all this shit, dad?

[Engine revs]

What's all this fucking white stuff...

Don't fucking touch it, mate.

Don't smell it.

What the fuck is it?

It's nothing, mate, don't worry about it OK?

Where the fuck are we going right now?

Just let me think for a second, mate.

- Fuck it. - What's wrong with you?

Just, we're going on holidays, mate, OK?

We're going on holidays?

[Bosch] Yeah.

Where are we going on holiday?

I dunno, Byron, wanna go to Byron?

- Byron Bay? - Yeah.

That's like Tallows and the Pass and that?

Yeah.

Are you serious?

Yeah, I'm serious, mate.

Fucking go surfing,

boards on the roof, yeah.

We're going to Byron?

Yeah, we'll go surf Tallows and that, yeah.

- What do you reckon? - We're going to Byron Bay?

Yeah, Byron Bay.

[Gentle music]

[Gentle acoustic music]

[Gentle music]

Hey.

Oh, we're here!

Oi, dad, can we go out?

Nah, mate, it's pretty small.

Why don't we wait 'till tomorrow,

a bit more swell coming I think.

Are we going to stay in a big hotel?

Listen...

I know, why don't we... Why don't we build a fort?

A fort?

- Yeah. - Like a gunyah?

Yeah, like a gunyah.

Where?

You know, somewhere down here on the beach,

overlooking the waves.

Or we can use your car too

and we can use that to hold up a sheet.

Yeah, why don't we get the sheets

and then find some sticks and some poles or something,

build a little tent, we'll sleep on the beach, mate.

Oh, dad, where are the sheets?

In there somewhere, mate.

[Gentle music]

[Car door shuts]

Let's go, dad.

[Gentle music continues]

Oi, you gonna leave those fuckin' boards there?

You put them there.

Don't lame me when they're gone in the morning, hey.

Oh, you just stepped on my pillow, dude.

- That was you. - What? That wasn't me, dude.

Why did you do that?

Look at all the sand on it.

[Gentle music]

[Gentle music]

[Gentle music continues]

Go!

[Gentle music continues]

Camera shutter clicks. [Woman groans]

[Bosch laughs] Piss off.

[Laughing] Sorry, love. What are you taking photos of?

Did you get any of my boy out there ripping?

Who, your imaginary friend?

No, my son. He's out there in the surf.

Here.

You look like a rock spider with those milkshakes.

All right, love, calm down.

Rock spider.

[Distant race commentary]

- Hey, Boss. - Hey, good news.

Have you heard from him?

Ah, no, I haven't heard a thing.

Well he's your partner, isn't he?

Yeah.

So you have heard from him?

Derek, if I had, you would be the first to know.

Good to know.

Because half the force is looking for him

and we need to get to him before they do.

I know Bosch.

Trust me, he's not going to spill on us.

[Distant commentary continues]

You're fucked, Keith.

And if you're fucked,

I'm fucked.

So best you toddle off and do what needs to be done.

[Distant commentary continues]

Wait, love.

You dropped your flipper.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

What have you got going on here?

Ah...

Just built a shelter.

- A shelter? - Yeah, shelter.

Are you homeless?

No, I'm just mucking around, me and my boy.

We're on holiday.

Oh, yeah. Where from?

Down the coast a bit.

Thought we check out the big city.

It's a pretty good spot here, it's pretty special.

So far so good.

[Chuckles]

Hey, you wouldn't happen to know anywhere

to stay around here would you?

Oh, so you are homeless.

If you and your imaginary friend

get sick of staying in this makeshift tent,

then I'd check out the Sails Motel.

It's down the road.

Sails Motel.

Thanks.

What's your name, love?

[Laughs] fuckin' hell.

[Car engine revs]

What is this place?

Mate, this is a surf hotel.

Can I get a new board?

Wh-- What's wrong with those ones?

Yeah, but we're on holiday.

No.

Yeah, my daughter said a handsome man might be coming in.

Did she?

[Chuckles]

These must be her photos then, are they?

Yep, Deb's got a great eye.

Deb.

Are you looking for a room just for yourself?

- And me. - Oh.

What's your name, little fella?

Rockit.

Dad and I are on holiday.

Do you guys serve brekky, I'm starving.

Mate, mate, just pipe down for a second, OK?

Look, we have an apartment that's just opened up,

just down there.

Yeah, does it got windows to the beach?

Rockit.

Do you guys provide room service?

Mate, let me just...

Just let me talk to the lady OK, I'll talk to her, not you.

[Rockit groans]

Listen, love.

How does three months sound?

Yeah, sure.

I'll just need a form of ID.

No, we just came out of the surf,

so why don't I locate it

and I'll bring it to you later.

Hey, ma'am, do you provide fresh towels every morning?

For fuck's sake, you little ratbag,

can you just chill out for a second?

Fuckin' hell, I'm just askin'.

Fuckin' hell, stop asking.

Oh my God.

[Chuckles] Sorry.

Christ, mate.

Can you take it easy when I do business please?

You make me look like a kook.

What kind of hotel doesn't have a buffet brekky?

It's a surf hotel, mate, I told you.

They're up before sunrise

and they don't need a big brekky.

Well I'm hungry and I'm not pro yet.

All right, mate, well we'll go get some eggs and groceries OK?

So we can cook tucker?

Yes, so we can cook tucker.

Just mind your tongue for heaven's sake, mate.

[Chuckles]

Fuckin' mind your tongue.

Oh you fuckin' cunt.

Oi, cunt, watch your fuckin' tongue.

Oi!

♪ Are you old enough... ♪

♪ Are you old enough ooh ooh ♪

♪ Are you old enough oh oh... ♪

Hey.

[Chuckles] Yeah, I'm talking to you.

Is your dad home?

You must be his boy.

Yeah.

Have you got a name?

Ah, yeah.

Hi, ah, yeah.

My name is Rockit.

Rockit, I like it.

Who gave it to you?

My Mum.

She'll be here any second now.

Oi, Dad,

some chick is here to see you.

OK, mate.

[Bosch] G'day, love. [Deb] Hey.

Thanks for saving the day, this is great.

Where's Mum on this holiday?

Geez, love,

are you always this upfront?

Well the truth is...

...She hasn't been around for a while,

so it's a bit of a sensitive issue with the young one.

Mmm.

Listen as a thank you,

I'd be honoured if you would do me the very great honour

of having dinner with me and a bottle of wine and such.

A bottle of wine and such,

gee, what century are you from?

Same century as you.

[Deb laughs]

Mmm...

I'd love that.

Great.

That's not all you're gonna love.

Hmm.

No, I mean, I'm a good cook, so...

Whatever you say, beach bum.

I'm going now.

[Laughs]

She is a weirdo.

Yeah, she is, hey?

Pretty cute though.

Dad, you said we're going to cook tucker tonight.

Oh, mate, come on.

Just let me hang out with this chick tonight all right?

You surfed all morning.

We'll shred tomorrow, I promise.

You better mean it, Dad. We're on holiday.

I know, Buddy, I know we're on holiday.

You little shit.

[Chuckles]

Why don't you take some money and go see a movie or something,

get some ice cream.

I don't even know where to go.

Well you just go wherever you want.

A little bloke like you, hey?

The world is your oyster.

Just make sure you're not back before midnight, mate.

Hey, what the fuck, bro?

No, no. What...

But you do it!

Yeah, I do it 'cause I'm a silly old bastard.

You're a grommet, get out.

Oi.

Mate and you made it all wet.

"Prisoner of Society" The Living End.

♪ Well we don't need no one ♪

♪ To tell us what to do ♪

♪ Oh yes we're on our own ♪

♪ And there's nothing You can do ♪

♪ So we don't need No one like you ♪

♪ To tell us what to do ♪

[Tyres screech]

[Girl] Hey!

What?

You can't do that.

Piss off.

[Tyres screech]

- [Rockit] Fuck! - [Chuckles]

[Tyres screech]

[Rockit] This car is a piece of shit!

[Chuckles]

[Tyres screech]

[Rockit] Oh, fuck this!

Where ya goin'?

Gotta go to town, run some errands.

Like what?

Gotta get a new surfboard 'cause I'm goin' pro,

probably some hot chips.

Hot chips?

Yeah, why do you think I said it?

Can I come?

Do you know where town is?

Duh.

My name is Ashley. Call me Ash.

All right, my name is Rockit, so call me Rockit.

OK.

Hurry up.

[Relaxed music]

[Ash] Your hair is longer than mine.

So?

Do you ever straighten it?

No, but sometimes I wash it before bed.

Don't you ever get haircuts where you're from?

Um, hello, do you know any pro surfers with short hair?

[Ash] What about Kelly Slater? He's got short hair.

[Rockit] Well I'm pretty sure if could grow hair it would be long

[Relaxed music continues]

It's gotta be a twin fin,

only the best can ride twin fins.

Yeah, but why?

'Cause only the best can ride twin fins.

Oh...

[Relaxed music]

That one.

It's my favourite colour.

[Relaxed music continues]

Whoa, whoa, easy, grommet.

Hands off!

Jiggling my board, carrying it through the shop like that.

I'm getting this board.

No, piss off, grommet.

- No, I'm getting this board! - No you're not.

How? We don't accept Monopoly money, blow in.

Does this look like Monopoly money, fucking blow in.

And we want two lollipops.

Come on, you heard her, two lollipops.

Well take them, you've got two hands.

- You want some wax? - Yeah.

No, not this shit though, give me sex wax.

[Relaxed music]

Cobba, what's happening down there, buddy?

[Cobba] It's swarming with police, Boschy

and the cops came to my fuckin' house.

They're talking you up like a proper crook, mate.

But listen,

I had a call from that fucking Derek.

He is going off like a cut snake, mate

and he wants his money

and he's sniffing around the other boys as well.

Just tell all the boys

to keep their fuckin' mouths shut all right.

Fuck!

- What do you want, cuz? - Umm...

Three bucks of chips

with chicken salt, barbecue sauce

and a potato scallop.

- Two potato scallops. - Extra chicken salt.

- Extra... - And one milkshake.

Chocolate, strawberry, vanilla, mixed.

Chocolate...

Two.

[Ash chuckles]

$20.

[Whistles]

Oh, a big whale.

Where? Gone?

Yeah.

I haven't seen any.

How do you put a baby astronaut to sleep?

How? You rock it.

Get it?

Yeah, I get it, I get it, I get it, yeah I get it.

- They're real cute though. - They're pretty crap.

What's black white and pink...

[Laughter]

...And sits in a tree?

I don't know.

A magpie with a fat!

[Ash laughs] What?

[Laughter]

What?

They can get those?

Yeah.

Oh, actually I don't know. No, I'm pretty sure.

See it blowing, just way out the back?

[Ash gasps] Oh yeah, I see, I see, I see.

[Captivating music]

[Captivating music continues]

Do you ever look for shooting stars?

No.

Well...

...You know if you can see one, you can make a wish.

It's like a rocket,

but it happens really fast 'cause it's made of magic.

Whoa.

How long will you be on holiday for?

Three months.

No way.

Yeah, my dad even said it himself.

Lucky.

Kelly and Carl only take me for three weeks.

Who's that?

My second mum and dad.

What happened to your first mum and dad?

Mum got really sick and couldn't take care of me.

What about your dad?

I don't know.

I've never seen him before.

I miss her lots.

But it's OK, she's happy.

I'm going to see her again one day

and take care of her like Kelly and Carl took care of me.

No!

They're going to wonder where I went, I've got to go.

No, Ash-Ash.

Can't you stay a little longer?

Just 'till we catch a shooting star.

[Relaxing music]

OK.

"Rain" Dragon.

♪ It's a happening thing... ♪

Hey.

Holy shit.

Wow.

Thanks. You clean up nice too.

Oh, thank you.

You look absolutely ravishing.

[Gentle music]

Thanks for hanging out with me, Ash-Ash.

Why are you calling me Ash-Ash?

'Cause of this.

Ash-Ash.

Oh... OK.

Why did you do that?

When I stayed in the kids' home,

I didn't want anyone to steal them.

So I had to make sure my name was on both.

Was there a lot of Converses there?

No, but it's the best shoe.

- Why is your name Rockit? - I don't know,

but my dad likes to say it's 'cause I'm out of this world.

[Laughs] That's cute.

[Gentle music continues]

I'm glad you came here on holiday.

[Gentle music continues]

Bye, Rockit.

Bye, Ash-Ash.

Thanks.

[Gentle music continues]

[Giggling]

[Gentle music continues]

Where's Rockit?

Umm... He's probably at the pool or something.

See ya.

Yeah.

[Gentle music builds]

Dad?

Yeah?

I got a new board.

I saw.

Are you mad?

Did you get the best one?

Yeah.

The most expensive one too.

Here you go, mate.

[Gentle string music]

- Dad? - Yeah, mate?

Thanks for being my dad.

Thanks for being my son.

"Bound" RY X.

♪ With our minds gone ♪

♪ We can only know the feeling of our bodies open ♪

♪ Peel it off ♪

♪ Let me go ♪

♪ Hold our heart out... ♪

[Inaudible chatter]

♪ Let these feelings show ♪

♪ The fear ♪

♪ Let go of Let go of ♪

♪ We're here ♪

♪ For so long For so long... ♪

That was sick, Ash!

♪ For so long

♪ For so long ♪

♪ For so long ♪

♪ For so long For so long... ♪

[Inaudible chatter]

♪ For so long ♪

♪ For so long... ♪

[Knock on door]

[Camera shutter clicks]

♪ For so long ♪

♪ For so long ♪

[Bird squawks]

[Salty] Got a visit from Derek, mate.

Told me if I didn't tell him where you were,

he'd kill my missus and kids.

[Salty] And I believe him.

I'm sorry, mate, OK.

Listen, this is fucked up.

Just grab your wife and kids, go lay low somewhere OK.

(SOBBING) This is fucked, Boschy.

I'll figure something out.

"April Sun in Cuba" Dragon.

♪ I'm tired of the city life ♪

♪ Summer's on the run... ♪

Hey, dad?

Yeah, mate.

Do you love Deb?

Well...

More than mum?

Well love is complicated, mate.

It's hard to explain.

Why?

'Cause it's complicated.

Well can you try and explain?

Sometimes you can have someone in your heart

and not have them in your life, you know?

♪ Take me to The April Sun in Cuba ♪

♪ Woah oh oh ♪

♪ Take me where the April sun Gonna treat me... ♪

[Siren wails] Oh, fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Fuck!

- Why is he doing that? - Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Dad, what's going on?

Just be quiet, mate, all right, just let me handle this.

[Siren wails]

- Fuck. - What are we going to do?

Mate, just fucking keep quiet, all right?

Don't say a fuckin' thing.

Just let me do the talking.

G'day, mate, how are you?

License and rego, thanks.

Yeah, um, yeah.

Just going a bit quick, was I?

Um...

Look, we just came out of the surf, mate,

it must of, ahhh,

it must have got stolen out of the glove box.

Name and birth date.

Ah, Robert Wilson.

- Robert Wilson? - Yep.

First of January 1971.

What's your name, mate?

What?

What's your name?

Um, Guru.

Hey?

- Guru. - Guru Wilson?

Ah, his mum was a...

His mum with a hippie, you know?

Right. Wait here.

Fuckin' Guru Wilson, are you fuckin' serious?

What kind of name is that?

It means deep ocean!

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Why did you lie?

Why did you lie to him?

Right, fucking listen to me, all right.

I never told you what my job was, OK.

The truth is...

...I'm actually a spy and I work for the Kiwi Government, yeah?

What?

Yeah and that guy is a sneaky fucking Russian.

OK, he's a bad guy.

You're a spy?

Yeah.

Like James Bond?

Exactly like James Bond.

All right, it's spy protocol, you can't tell him all right?

He cannot be trusted, he is a Russian.

Listen, mate, your name and birthdate doesn't match up

with anyone in our system

and these number plates have been flagged.

It doesn't match up?

There must be a problem in the system, officer.

I bought this car off a bloke a couple of days back.

Going to need you to step out of the vehicle, sir.

Or maybe the papers haven't gone through yet.

Mate, listen, I'm telling you, step out of the vehicle!

- Get out! - Oi, Dad!

[Officer] All right, son...

- Oh, you, fuck, fuck, fuck. - What the fuck?

[Over radio] Code one, all units,

possible officer shooting.

Oh, that doesn't sound too good, mate.

Shut the fuck up, mate.

What direction is the getaway car travelling?

[Over radio] South.

Oh, you better get after it, mate.

Don't you fucking move.

Stay in the car!

Officer Williams on the way.

Fucking blow ins, fuck.

Fuck.

What the fuck is wrong with that guy?

[Siren wails]

[Rockit] Are you right?

What are you going to do?

I'm going to get the fuck out of here.

Where are we going to go?

[Upbeat banjo music]

[Rockit] Fuck!

[Upbeat banjo music continues]

[Tyres screech]

All right, mate, leave no tracks all right, take everything.

Let's go. Let's go, let's go!

[Upbeat banjo music continues]

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

[Rockit] Oh, fuck!

[Upbeat banjo music continues]

Come on, mate, go, go.

What about the car, dad?

Just forget about it, mate.

[Upbeat banjo music continues]

Come on.

[Upbeat banjo music continues]

Come on.

Hurry up!

Fuck!

How long have you been a spy for, dad?

Shut the fuck up, mate.

Come on, hurry up.

What, do you have a pocket gun, where are your gadgets?

Get in here, mate.

Close the door!

Dad?

How did you know that cop was a bad guy yesterday?

Like, I knew he was a blow in, but how did you know?

Hey, mate,

how about for the next part of your holiday

you go stay with your mum?

Really?

Yeah, she's got some good breaks up there.

A big house too.

And we'll all stay together?

No, mate, no.

No, I'd go back to work

and you'd finish out your holiday with her, yeah?

Did I do something wrong?

Mate, I've got to go and do a bunch of stuff

that I don't want to do, OK?

Are you mad at me?

[Bosch] No.

It's just...

It's not safe...

...With my spy work.

But...

...I want to stay together again,

like we used to.

I know, mate.

It's fair for your mum to see you by herself too.

You're just saying that.

You're not being fair to me.

[Sombre music builds]

[Sighs]

[Sombre music continues]

[Phone rings]

[Woman] Hello, it's Lizzie.

Hello?

Can I help you?

[Exhales slowly]

Hi.

Are you OK?

We're leaving to go back home tomorrow.

Carl got a job.

How far?

126 km.

You're my only friend.

Ash-ash, I'm the only kid here.

And when you go back home,

all your old friends are going to be there.

You're my best friend.

Just because you're far away

doesn't mean I'm not your bestest friend.

Here, I got you something.

Will you come see me one day?

Duh.

[Laughs]

Will you let me braid your hair?

Maybe.

Can I braid it right now?

[Laughs]

[Inaudible radio chatter]

[Snorts]

[Sniffs]

[Continues sniffing]

He's in Byron Bay.

How do you know?

Because they pulled him over yesterday

and the slippery bastard got away.

You're shitting me.

Fuck!

Are you up for this, Keith?

I mean, can you do your fuckin' job properly?

Derek, I swear to God...

Fuck!

Now you get my money, or get rid of him.

Mate, I got pulled over, I can't be driving nowhere.

[Keith] I get it.

I get your situation,

but you've just got to find a way to get to me.

I've got some funds for you too.

I've gotta run.

[Bosch] Keith, wait.

Can you trust him?

I grew up with him, taught the grommet how to surf.

I've gotta work it out.

And how are you gonna do that?

I can't keep running.

Listen...

If something happens to me,

call this number.

You could take my truck OK?

Hi, mate.

Like your hair.

Hey, I'm heading off for the night, all right?

Aren't I going to mums?

Change of plans, mate.

Deb is going to come and look after you, all right?

I've got to see a man about a dog.

Is that spy code, dad?

Hey, listen, mate...

Sometimes in life,

things have to get a lot harder before they get easier.

[Sombre music builds]

But just remember that I love you.

I'll always love you, all right?

No matter what.

[Sombre music]

See ya.

Dad?

Yeah, mate?

Be careful OK?

10-4, copy that.

[Sombre music continues]

[Sniffs]

[Truck engine revs]

Hey.

Hey, Keith. Do you want some?

It's straight off the block.

[Laughs]

No, mate.

Oh, the, ah...

Lifesaver.

Look, I've tried my hardest to bury this case, Bosch.

This is one of the biggest crops they'd ever come across.

Didn't half-arse it, did you, mate?

[laughs]

Didn't do it alone, Keith.

You're a good man, Bosch.

But Derek's gunning for you, you know?

Fucking Derek.

What you do with it?

Do with what?

The coke, his money.

I lost it in the fire, Keith.

You fucking know that.

I lost it along with the rest of my fucking life, mate.

Yeah.

Good to see, mate.

Good to see you too.

[gun clicks]

[tense soundtrack]

Go on then.

Go on.

Do it, mate.

[quietly] OK.

[tense soundtrack]

Just pull the fucking trigger, Keith.

Do it!

- Just do it. - Stay still!

Fucking do it.

Fuck. I'm sorry, mate.

Sorry.

G'day.

Yeah, g'day, mate.

Looking for a bloke.

He's wanted for the attempted murder of a police officer.

I don't recognise the face.

Well, if you do happen to come across him, give me a tingle.

Yeah, will do, detective.

I would appreciate it.

Here, Rockit.

Two bucks of chips, chicken salt and a potato scallop.

And what happened to your girlfriend, cuz?

She's not my girlfriend.

Yeah, that's what they all say, mate.

Well, who's your guy they're after?

Don't know. Some dickhead.

[ominous soundtrack]

Is everything OK, Rockit?

Um...

Could you put the chips in a bag for me, please?

Yeah, sure, mate.

Hey, you want extra chicken salt with that, Rockit?

No, I'm good.

Might make your balls drop.

Thanks, Tukz.

- Dad! - We're going to call 000.

What the fuck, Dad!

You can't call an ambulance.

Are you crazy? Rockit, call an ambulance now, OK?

No, don't touch the fucking phone!

Dad, there's a guy looking for you!

They can't fucking come here!

You don't have a fucking choice!

Oi, ya blow-ins, listen to me!

There's a spy looking for you!

He said you tried to kill a police officer! Did you?

Oi, Dad!

[Rockit] Hurry up, Deb!

Dad? Dad, you alright?

- I'm alright, mate. - What's wrong?

[groaning] Dad!

We are we going?

- Where are we going? - We're going to the hospital!

- Oh, fuck. - What?

Just listen, mate.

Fucking codenames, right, mate?

- Codenames? - Yeah, Rodney Jenkins.

You're Rodney Jenkins.

I'm Guru Jenkins. Deb, you're Angela Basinger.

No, I'm not.

It's a codename, Deb!

Spy protocol.

- [whispered] Codenames, Deb. - Yeah, OK.

Hi. Angela?

And Guru?

So, your father's in a stable condition.

It took us a little time

but we managed to find the cause.

Unfortunately, he had what we call a peptic ulcer.

Peptic ulcer?

It can be life-threatening if not treated in time.

Thankfully, you were able to get him here when you did.

Can we see him now?

[machine beeping]

Dad!

Hello, mate.

He's doing better

but he's going to need some sleep with these meds.

OK.

By the way, Mr Jenkins,

it says here we're having trouble

processing your Medicare number.

Do you have a copy in your wallet?

Oh, someone nicked it out of our car at the beach, ma'am.

OK.

Yeah, sometimes our computer systems play up.

Yeah.

I recommend letting him sleep.

OK. Thank you.

OK, let's go. I gotta go.

Hey, no, no, no. They just doped you up.

[man on radio] Attention all units

in the vicinity of Byron Bay Hospital.

We have a possible location of a wanted man.

Geoffrey Bosch James.

He is in the ICU.

This is Detective Senior Sergeant Derek Campbell.

We are on our way.

[man on radio] Copy.

Looks like I'm gonna have to do this myself.

[chuckles]

[car starts]

Hey!

Rockit, wait, stop it! Rockit!

Go get the truck.

Sorry, Dad.

[groans]

Deb, you get the ute and I'll get Dad out, alright?

- We need to go. - Go, love. Go.

- We've got to go! - You've got to do it.

You beach bums are insane.

Come on, Deb! Gotta go.

Let's go, mate.

Oi!

You stay by the car and you watch the front.

Where is he?

Geoffrey James, do not move.

Fuck!

Stop, stop, stop.

Hey! Are you OK?

Dad, come on, just to the truck.

[groans]

OK?

Thank you.

[evocative music]

Rockit! Come here!

Oh, my god! Look how big you are!

Look how long your hair is. [laughs]

- I missed you, Mum. - I missed you too, baby.

Where have you been?

I've just been here.

It took me a lot longer to find a place

and then I had to set it up,

I had to make it really nice for you.

Come on, let me show you.

This is your room.

I put all your stuff I had in the chest here.

I enrolled you in the local school.

It's supposed to be pretty good and I got you a uniform.

That's just here and, um,

I don't know, you can get your books from school tomorrow.

- Thanks, Mum. - You good?

Can I still surf before school?

Honey, you can do whatever you want.

Well, as long as you're ready for school by eight.

I mean, you can clean up after I cook,

you've got to listen to your mum.

OK?

Alright.

It's a nice place, Liz.

Mm-hm.

You look good.

My would you bring her here?

You gonna be right to take care of him?

Haven't changed a bit, have you?

Neither have you, apparently.

Look, I just need you to take care of him.

Right? Just till I get things sorted, alright?

Till you get things sorted?

Yeah.

Till you get things sorted.

Of course I'll take care of him. I'm still his mother.

Then be his mother for this time in his life. Please.

I was his mother for eleven fucking years

while you never came home.

Here we fucking go. You want to know why I never came home?

I think half the town knows why you never came home.

- Half the fucking town. - Can we get a pizza?

Mate, can you just give us a second, please?

It's OK.

[Bosch] How many drinks have you had?

[Elizabeth] None. Well, one. This is it.

[Bosch] Are you even in a state to look after our son, Lizzy?

[Elizabeth] Don't come here and question me.

You know what? It was nice seeing you, Bosch.

Someone's waiting in the car for you.

[Bosch] Yeah, at least someone will fucking wait.

[Bosch] Can't believe I'm fucking here

listening to this shit.

[Elizabeth] Get the fuck out of my house.

- [Bosch] Fuck you! [Elizabeth] Get out of my house!

Dad! Dad!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You can't leave without saying goodbye!

You can't leave without saying goodbye.

Easy, mate. It's alright.

Come on, eh?

You know, I'm sorry, Dad.

You don't have to be sorry, mate. You did nothing wrong.

Alright? It's not goodbye.

I just gotta go get myself better. That's all.

I messed it up, I messed it up, I know it.

Hey, look at me. Look at me.

You saved me, mate.

And I think you're the best surfer, chef, secret agent.

I think you're the best everything, OK?

I don't want you to leave, Dad.

I don't want you to leave.

I'll be back, mate.

Your mum and I, we think you're out of this world.

You'll be right.

I'll be back.

[car starts]

[pensive music]

[evocative music]

Hey, Mum.

He left me.

Ah! I can't believe he fucking left me.

They're all the same, Rockit.

[laughs]

It always ends up the same for me.

It's OK, Mum.

I love you.

Come here.

You're so...

You're such a beautiful son.

I'm so lucky to have you.

[chuckles]

No. Mum, can you just stop drinking?

I'm scared.

You're scared? What are you scared of?

You're scared of me?

You're lucky to have me.

I'm all you've got.

Do you know why I'm all you've got?

'Cause your father's a criminal.

- No, he's not. - Yeah.

He's a drug-dealing, lying, cheating, con artist.

I mean, fuck.

Bosch is going to spend the rest of his life in jail.

No, he's not, Mum!

You're lying!

Dad's a spy!

And nobody knows that but me.

Is that...

Is that what he told you? [laughs]

You have to grow up, Rockit.

You grow up!

You know what Bosch stands for?

Fucking bullshit artist.

You're a fucking bullshit artist!

[laughs]

He's a fucking spy?

[pensive music]

[girl] You going to that thing this week, right?

So good.

[Rockit] Ash-Ash!

Rockit? What are you doing here?

This is where my mum lives.

Whoa.

What are you doing right now?

Nothing.

Come with me.

[Rockit] Why did the gecko cross the road?

I don't know. Why?

So he could go visit his flatmate.

A thing that's run over, it's not flat.

He's been run over by a car.

So, he'd be flat.

He be squished flat, yeah?

He wouldn't be in a ball.

- No. - Yes.

[laughs]

So, where's your dad now?

I don't know.

Haven't heard from him.

I'm sorry.

How's it with your mum?

I've thought about you a lot.

Mum's...

I don't know. She's changed.

She's always drunk.

Why? What do you mean?

I guess...

She just wants to be loved by someone.

She thinks no one ever will.

You love her.

I try my hardest.

[chuckles]

I'm really happy you found me.

Me too.

♪ Hot nights coming ♪

♪ Keep the car running ♪

♪ Lavender fingers... ♪

I told you I'm not hungry right now.

Just put it in the oven and I'll have it later.

♪ Swallow my pollen ♪♪

♪ Gold I fell into your spell ♪

♪ On the rite of god we fell ♪

♪ You were plush and I laid bare ♪

♪ You had me howling ♪

♪ Cold I fell into your skin ♪

♪ On the night you let me under your sin ♪

♪ You had me howling ♪

♪ You had me howling ♪

♪ Ooh ooh blush ♪

♪ Ooh ooh blush ♪

♪ Golden siren ♪

♪ Under explosion... ♪

There you go, boys.

You fucking dog.

♪ Come lay your weakness down ♪

♪ On the floor in the backseat ♪

♪ Gold I fell into your spell ♪

♪ On the rite of god we fell ♪

♪ You were plush and I laid bare ♪

♪ You had me howling... ♪

Guess what?

What?

My parents are going away for the weekend,

so I'm gonna have the house to myself,

and I was wondering if you wanted to have a sleepover?

Duh!

Only under one condition.

What's that?

If you promise Carl won't come home halfway through the night.

That would suck.

Actually, he's going to a wedding,

so I can definitely promise that.

♪ Ooh ooh blush... ♪

[laughs] I can't wait to meet you either.

OK.

Mum.

OK, bye.

[laughs] Bye.

What?

What's all this?

Um...

Well, we're visiting Uncle Buck this weekend.

Who?

Your uncle. We're paying him a visit.

Since when are we going to do that?

I just thought it'd be nice to spend the weekend with family.

Were you even going to ask me?

I'm your mum. I don't have to ask.

Yeah, but I've got plans with Ashley tomorrow night.

- I'm not coming. - Tough shit, mate.

You're not even here half the fucking time.

What does it matter to you?

Well, it matters to me 'cause this is my house

and you'll go where I tell you to go.

Can you just stop being a fucking brat?

I will when you stop being a fucking bitch!

[door slams]

[sound of modem]

Get off the internet, Ash! Fuck!

[door slams]

[melancholy strings]

[Rockit] How much further?

[Elizabeth] We're almost there.

You hungry?

Should we pull in and get some fresh prawns?

I don't even like prawns.

Well, I do.

I reckon it'd be nice to bring for your uncle.

[strings continue]

How big are your prawns? [laughs]

How much are they?

Thank you.

Look at them!

Here you go.

[thunder]

[thunder]

Well, it's here. I think.

Uncle Buck lives in a shitter.

[whispered] Jesus.

[thunder]

Are you fucking kidding?

Um...

Right, I'm just going to pop down to the bottle-o.

I'll be back real soon.

You alright, Mum?

Yeah.

[thunder]

[sound of rain]

[door closing]

[thunder]

Rocky.

What the fuck is this?

Rocky!

[thunder]

Hey, Rocky!

You hungry?

Making some stew.

I don't want your fucking stew.

[Elizabeth] "Dear Bosch...

I can't take care of Rockit anymore.

Here's 200 bucks. It's the best I can do.

Your mum, mate, she's a fucking piece of work.

[Elizabeth] I'm sorry. Lizzy."

You guys are a joke.

All you do is care about your fucking selves!

Mum told me what happened!

She told me everything! Is that why didn't come back?

Hiding from the cops?

- I couldn't come back. - Why, Dad?

I could barely look after myself, mate.

You didn't even bother calling me either, you've fucking loser!

- I did. - No, you fucking didn't!

Not once!

Not once in the whole fucking year!

Mum told me you're going to jail for the rest of your life

if you don't leave the country.

Did you want to tell me that part?

Or is that all part of your new plan

to take care of me?

Rip me out of school again

and fuck my whole world up again!

You were younger then, mate.

Well, I'm not too young to understand

that you told me were going on a holiday!

But really we were never going back!

Or what about the time you told me you were a spy?

You're nothing but a crook, Dad, and a liar!

Do you know how that feels?

Do you?

To be left and to be lied to again and again?

Do you?

There's nothing I can say that can make it better, buddy.

I tried to be a good dad.

But I fucked it up.

[haunting ethereal music]

Hello?

Yeah?

I want to apply for the job.

Have you got any hair under your arms?

Come back when you've got some experience.

I've got hairs.

I've got tons of experience.

Spent my whole life out there.

You're going to be way too green.

How old are you anyway?

Old enough to get laid.

[laughs]

Just give me a chance.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Young star haunted lynx

♪ Ring of silver oh ♪

♪ I want your bones inside my bones ♪

♪ Under the lights we went ♪

♪ Wearing our chimes we bled out ♪

♪ Fennel and lashes wet ♪

♪ Heart on a diamond thread ah ♪

♪ You're making me sweat sweat sweat my love ♪

♪ Down deep into your bones ♪

♪ You're making me sweat sweat sweat my heart ♪

♪ Down deep into your soul ♪

♪ I can't take it ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

Don't spend it all at once.

I won't.

We're going back out at three.

[pan sizzles]

Dad?

Wake up.

[Bosch] I'm up.

Made you some lunch.

Thanks, mate.

How's work going?

It's tough.

You liking it?

Yeah.

Caught some massive fish, ton of prawns.

Even saw some big sharks circling the boat last night.

Makes you not want to surf again.

You've surfed with plenty of sharks before.

They're sneaky little bastards.

Never really see 'em, you know?

Want some of this?

[chuckles]

So, how are you feeling?

I'm alright, mate.

Whatever happened to Deb?

I blew it, mate.

I'm surprised she hung around as long as she did.

Thanks for cooking lunch.

I only made lunch

'cause I couldn't bear another day of your fucking stew.

[Bosch laughs]

Fuck, me neither.

I love you, Dad.

I love you, too, buddy.

Dad!

[evocative music] ♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

Here's the boat going to Fiji, Dad.

Hey, mate. Hey...

I want you to promise me that you'll never stop surfing.

Why would I?

You know, your mum and I, we...

We did love each other.

For a while.

Her, so young, mate.

You know, we weren't ready. I definitely wasn't ready.

Should've done things a lot differently.

I made a lot of mistakes, mate.

But you were the best thing that ever happened to me.

[Bosch sighs]

You know we'll meet again, yeah, Rocky?

[melancholy strings]

Just keep your eyes open

for a postcard from Rodney Jenkins.

[soulful strings continue]

Hey, mate.

I've got to go see a man about a dog.

[strings continue]

Oh, my god! Rockit!

I made these for you.

[chuckles]

You're out of this world.

I'm in love with you, Rockit.

I love you, too, Ash-Ash.

♪ Got you caught in my mind ♪

♪ Hear you calling ♪

♪ My body sun ♪

♪ My body sun... ♪

Are you really going to go?

I have to work.

Stay with me.

Finish school.

We could find a way to make it work.

Remember when we were younger

and we were trying to catch a shooting star?

I was scared.

And I asked you to stay there until we caught one.

It was you.

[music building]

♪ Got you caught in my mind ♪

♪ Feel you falling ♪

♪ My body sun ♪

♪ My body sun ♪

♪ Did it cross your mind ♪

♪ Hold your breath ♪

♪ To lead you here ♪

♪ Did it close your eyes ♪

♪ And fill your mouth ♪

♪ And melt you near ♪

♪ Got you caught in my mind ♪

♪ Hear you calling ♪