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(HEAVY BREATHING)

(BRAKES SCREECH)

You're fucking with my life, Robert!

Robert!

Deal with your own shit for once 'cause I'm so fucking out!

What the fuck?

Uh...

Can I have some privacy, please?

Your mother could have spared you the pain

of having me as your father if she'd just listened to me and went to a clinic.

(SCREAMS)

(CHOKES)

(CHUCKLES)

I look good, right?

Define good.

Why aren't you wearing your dad's watch?

Oh, I just get sweaty sometimes, you know?

Since when?

You're just like your mother - knows everything.

(SIGHS) I'm nothing like her.

Yeah. You are.

It's not all bad.

God, she moved on, Robert. Just time you did too.

I can't believe my baby's 21.

(SHAVER BUZZES) Ah, fuck!

Hold still, OK?

It's not my fault you can't afford a haircut.

I can afford a haircut, Sisi. Oh, yeah. Sure.

Just like you can afford the rent and the bills.

"Thanks, Elsie."

Oh, yeah. No problem, Robert. (LAUGHS)

(FEELING ALRIGHT BY 5 REVOLUTIONS PLAYS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Hey. Hey.

Hey.

Um...

..here are the IDs that you needed.

I have to go to work now, but, uh, I'll have the others for soon.

Yeah. That's cool.

What are you doing tonight?

We're gonna climb Town Hall roof around 10 o'clock.

Yeah, I'll try to make it.

It's what you always say.

I always mean it.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello? WOMAN: (OVER PHONE) You screwed up.

You're supposed to wash the money, not lose the lot.

Yeah, yeah, I know. Um...

Hey look, I... Yeah, no, I've never let you down before, right?

If you could just give me one more re-up, I'll...

I'll sort it out, I promise. I'll...

We can even come out on top of this.

I'm collecting the 26,000, Robert.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

MAN: I only owe five grand.

Please, just a week more!

I'll tell you what,

If you haven't paid in a week, your dick's next.

(CRUNCH!)

Argh!

(WHIMPERS)

(LOUD MUSIC AND VOICES)

New rules.

Three rounds. Winners got a chance at eight grand.

Show me what you're made of, Tom.

Ding-ding, darlings.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(GROWLS)

CROWD: Oh!

What the fuck was that?

Go on. Fair play.

Let's go!

Box dye was the worst decision I've ever made.

I've made worse.

(CHEERING)

(THEY GRUNT)

Go on, then. You told me you were the best. Yeah?!

Oof!

(CROWD GROANS)

Stay down.

And the winner by knockout...

(CHEERING)

You call that boxing?

Pocket? What?

Eight grand in pocket.

No, I told you, it's the chance to have $8,000, sweetie.

This guy owes me 26 grand.

Get it off him and I'll give you eight of it.

I can't do that. I'm on parole.

I said I would box for you.

Do you want the money or not?

Fuck this. I've got to go to work.

ROBERT: All I have to do is like, stand on the side of the road,

flipping the sign all day.

55 bucks an hour, brother.

Well, the 26,000 shouldn't be a huge problem to get approved.

Really?

Oh, that's... that's wonderful.

Well, we just need some records now.

Last three months of your pay, will do.

Records?

Oh, yeah, well...

Well, I'm more of a, um...

..on an hourly, casual arrangement kind of agreement

and, um, yeah.

Well, that's OK, that's OK, mate.

Um, well, we need some proof of your income.

Proof, yeah.

Proof.

Um, look, I don't know why I'd need money for borrowing money.

That's exactly why I'm borrowing the money.

Because I don't have any fucking money, do I, you twat?

Hey, Sergio. SERGIO: G'day, Tom. Ready for your first shift?

You alright, mate?

Oh, yeah, yeah. I just fell off my bike. Oh, right.

Uh, you've done your trial. Let's go to this register here.

I'm going to go out for a cigarette.

Just grab me if you need me, rightio?

Oh, my God.

Oh, hey, Sergio. How do I, um, price check out sale items?

Oh. Alright, look, you scan the code.

Click retail, promotional, apply.

(EXHALES)

Cheers, man.

Hey, Elsie. What's up, Hamza?

You took your time.

Been working on the deposit for my bike stall.

It's not yours yet, kid. Yeah, but it will be one day.

I'm only a couple hundred short.

I'll give it to you once you flog...

..these.

Sounds good.

Can't wait to see your bikes. Mm-hm.

Uh-uh.

I want 80% of everything and I know it's retail, so if you rip me off,

I'll cut you.

Elsie, I've known you since you were this big, I would never.

But 80% is a bit much.

Give you 60 for them.

80. 70.

No.

75. No.

(SIGHS)

Alright, 80.

And tell your dad I'm not a bank.

MAN: Swifty! Ooh!

Hey, what's going on? Oh.

Hi. Yeah, Wharfie, mate.

A suit? How are you?

Are you good?

Yeah. Good, good. Haven't seen you.

Hey, I've got a sure bet. You want in?

I'll do you one better.

I've got a got a bottle with your name on it.

Want to come round?

I've got to run now. I've got to put the bet on.

But, um, later on, I'll come past. Yeah, sweet as. Yep.

Alright.

Hey, babe.

MAN: The most beautiful woman in the world!

Hey, Elsie. Hey.

Tatenda, I'm off.

Please do the invoices.

I just can't be bothered today.

Aight. Aight

(CHUCKLES)

Still keen for dinner tonight?

Yeah.

But I do have to leave by 9:30

because I'm going to meet Aisha after.

Aisha?

Yeah.

Hey.

Hey, you know you're a cutie, right? You're still my guy.

Oh, shut up, Elsie.

(GIGGLES)

What the fuck?

What?

Oh... Robert pawned his watch.

Sorry, Dad must have put it through.

Just take it back.

Just give us the cash when you have it.

OK?

Elsie. Get out!

Hello, Mr Mufutu.

It is not our fault if your worthless father

hocks an heirloom for $250.

Excuse me. Dad, just chill out.

No. It's fine. Whatever.

Bye.

Tatenda, you cannot tell me that is good for you.

Sisi!

You pawned your dad's watch?

Yeah, well, I needed the money more than I needed to know the time.

Oh, OK. So where's the money?

Because I need $300 to pay the gas bill.

Sisi...

..I've been pondering our... (SIGHS)

..current financial predicament.

I need you to hear me out, because I've got a solution

that I'm confident will remedy...

..all of that.

(VIOLENCE BY LAZER GATOR PLAYS)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Get out.

I pay and you stay out.

Oh.

I made you a sandwich.

Oh, OK. Put it down.

That's cheese.

You know, I can't eat dairy.

Thanks for the tomato sauce and bread, Robert.

I was just wondering if maybe I could get an advance

for the shift I worked today.

Because I'm trying to get a bond together.

Mate, please.

I'm not your dad.

You get paid next Thursday like everyone else.

No exceptions.

Rightio?

Um, yeah, I'd like to borrow some money.

(SIREN WAILS IN BACKGROUND) Uh...

Just... Just a couple of weeks. I'll turn it around.

I'm good for it, mate.

I've, um... I've got a bit of an opportunity, and, um...

No!

That job you have for me?

Eight grand, right?

His name is Robert Masalla, 22 Swift Street.

You got 10 days.

Make it a very memorable occasion for him.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Hey. Hey.

Come on, come on.

So, dinner?

Um, let's just go to Lookout

'cause I can't be fucked wasting money.

Hey, it's calm, I got you.

No, you got dinner last time. Let's just go to Lookout.

I want to take you to dinner.

Here, I got you a little present.

You're a flake.

I'm here and I want to see you.

I-I remember, yeah, I remember.

But... But... But, um, this is different.

OK, fine. Whatever. Let's just go to dinner.

No, that's not the point.

I don't understand why you want me to force it

with these weird dates and shit.

What do you mean, force it?

It's normal for couples to go out on dates.

I know what's normal but, like, why can't we just hang out

like we have for the past three years?

Like, what? Go out and steal shit?

Oh, what do you want to do? Suck your dad's arse?

'Cause you and your dad are so perfect.

(KNOCK AT DOOR) Robert, door!

(SIGHS) Do you know what? Um...

I've actually got shit to do, so you can just leave.

Hey, Tatty. Hey, Robert.

Alright, then, do your shit.

Wharfie!

Hey. Thanks for coming over, brother.

It's all good, bro. Don't worry about it.

Yeah. Oh, mate.

Hey, bottle of the finest? If you wouldn't mind, please, sir.

Sweet. Thank you.

Come on. Let's crack one over together.

Um, bro, I'd love to, but the missus is waiting for me.

Got dinner and everything. You know how it is, mate.

Ah, what? Can't do it.

Come on, mate. Uh, I've got...

Keep your money.

Go on. You're a good man, Swifty.

You know that? Yeah.

Good to see you. I love you.

Thank you. Alright.

Ciao.

Yeah, good to see you, brother.

Drive safe.

Fuck!

(GRUNTS)

26K, 10 days, or say goodbye to your fucking legs!

What the fuck is happening?

How the hell do you owe $26,000?!

Don't talk to me that way.

You gambled it, didn't you?

Oh, where did you even get that kind of money in the first place?

I got caught up washing some money for this person, OK?

I know I was stupid. Stupid is a massive understatement!

OK? I bust my arse every single day,

paying for our bills and our fucking rent,

and you go and do this?

You are so beyond useless, Robert!

At least I won't have to deal with you when you go missing.

Shut up!

Fuck you! Fuck you!

Fuck you! Argh! Fuck you, Robert!

(BRAKES SCREECH)

You're fucking with my life, Robert!

Robert!

Deal with your own shit for once because I'm so fucking out!

What the fuck?

Um...

Can I have some privacy, please?

Oh, fuck. Look...

I always knew I'd be a shit dad.

(TEARFULLY) I don't know what I'm doing.

I always try to tell myself that you were some kind of blessing.

And you are. You...

You're fucking amazing.

Your mother could have spared you

the pain of having me as her father

if she'd just listened to me and went to the clinic.

(SCREAMS)

(CHOKES)

Fuck! (GROANS)

(BOTH SOB)

I'm sorry.

So sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

(SIGHS)

So stupid.

You deserve so much better.

What?

You deserve so much better.

What?

Huh?

(THEY CHUCKLE)

(LAUGHS AND GROANS)

Holy shit.

They're gonna fucking kill me.

Do you have any idea how to pay it back?

That's everything I saved for my bike store.

Sisi, it's your money.

For fuck's sake!

I'll help you make the 26 grand.

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