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[intense music]

[orchestral music]

[waves crashing]

[upbeat music]

- [Announcer] It's David versus Goliath

as the Aussie underdogs take on

the might of America and history itself.

At 132 years, it's the longest winning

streak in the history of sport.

- America's Cup fever has swept the nation.

The team from Down Under are

attempting to scale the unscalable.

Even our new Prime Minister has gotten race fever.

- We have all our best wishes with you.

As I said in my message, if it gets tight, let us know.

We'll all turn towards Newport and blow to get you home.

- [Man] We're with you, Australia II.

♪ They're coming from a color television ♪

♪ Every trick they try

- [Man] We're with you, Australia II.

♪ I can tell it's just a lie

- [Woman] We're with you, Australia II.

[gun booming]

♪ Coming from a color television ♪

- God bless you all for what you're doing.

♪ They're coming from a color television ♪

- [Announcer] It's the first of four

in the best of seven races.

Some are dubbing this the greatest

sporting event this century.

It's party time here at Rhode Island.

♪ Switch off

I can tell you they'll all have a bellyful tonight.

♪ I switch off

♪ I switch on, I switch off

♪ I switch on, I switch off

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♪ I switch on, I switch off

♪ I switch on, I switch off

♪ I switch on, I switch off

♪ I switch on, I switch off

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♪ I switch on, I switch off

♪ Switch on, switch off

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♪ Switch on, switch off

♪ I switch on, I switch off

♪ I switch on, I switch off

♪ I switch on, I switch off

♪ I switch on, I switch off

♪ I switch on, I switch off

♪ I switch on, I switch off

♪ I switch

- Drop your pants.

And your underpants, please.

Bend over.

Bend over, mate.

Now hold still.

- Please lift up your scrotum.

Spread your buttocks.

[crowd cheering]

- [Man] Alright, bit of hush, alright.

Bit of hush, please, bit of hush.

- On yeah, Coach. - Bit of hush.

Now, we've been watching the raffle tally

for the end of season footy trip climb

pretty slowly over the last year,

but unfortunately we didn't raise quite enough.

- Oh. - Come on.

- But, hang on, hang on, hang on.

Thanks to a very generous donation

from the owner of the fabulous

Paradise Gardens Reception Center, well...

[crowd cheering] [crowd applauding]

Says it all, Bangkok, here we come.

[chuckling] - Yeah!

- Here to present the final award of the evening

is that generous man himself,

our esteemed club president Pat, the rat, Shepherd.

- Thank you, Pat. [crowd applauding]

- Thanks very much, mate.

Much appreciated. - Thanks, mate.

- Hide your daughters. [laughing]

- Thank you, John.

Four wins from 18 games.

How do you do it?

- Well...

- No, really, how do you do it?

[laughing]

- - He was only sober for four of 'em.

[laughing] - Oh, Cheeky Graeme.

Listen mate, if your form on the field was as good

as it is off we might have won five games.

[crowd teasing]

OK, OK listen up.

Clubman of the year.

Now, this year's winner exemplifies the qualities

of a truly great clubman,

loyalty, endurance, resilience,

always putting the team above himself.

Now, this kid may not kick the most goals,

he may not take the most marks,

in fact, he may not even make

the team next year, by the sounds of it.

[laughing]

But after playing a record 154 consecutive games

the winner of the 1983 West Sunshine Clubman

of the Year is the endurable Ray Jenkins.

- Oh, Ray. - Yeah!

- [Pat] Come up here, Ray.

- Good on you, mate, well done, well deserved.

- Ray, Ray.

- Ray. - Ray.

- Get that into you. - Ray.

- Ray. - Ray.

- Go on, put it down, son. - Ray.

[laughing]

[crowd cheering]

- I can't believe it.

- Congratulations.

Say a few words.

Thank you. [microphone feedback piercing]

[flash bulb popping]

[groovy music]

- [Man] I just told her, I didn't know

it was your bloody cousin.

[laughing]

- That's right, it's a true story.

- Not telling the one about that mole

from Essendon again, are you, Gav?

[chuckling]

Hey, don't do anything silly in Thailand, fellas.

- I don't know-- - I don't know?

Just be careful.

Don't come home with anything.

Go on, get out of here.

Give me a minute with him. [chuckling]

Still having your shindig next weekend?

- Yeah, why, you need something done?

- Swing by Paradise, pick up a free keg.

What about Raymond, he going?

- Where?

- Thailand, knucklehead.

- Doubt it, you'd have to pry him off his mum's tit.

- Can't have the Clubman of the Year not touring, can we?

Be double the fun.

[train whistle blowing]

[muffled speaking in a foreign language from TV]

- That won't work.

I already tried.

- Can I break for lunch?

- Do the whole table first.

I don't pay you to eat.

[chuckling]

[train whistle blowing]

- [Gavin] Unlimited piss,

St. Kilda sluts, my joint, it's on.

And you're the only bloke from the club I'm inviting,

so don't tell no-one.

- [Judy] Is that you, Ray?

- [Ray] Yes, Mum.

- And is that the dashing Gavin Ellis with you?

- The one and only, Mrs. Jenkins.

Just escorting the Clubman of the Year home.

- Oh, yeah, well, the Clubman of the Year

can escort himself inside and set the table.

John?

[train whistle blowing]

- It's good to be back in Edwin Street.

- Yeah, they put a verandah out the back of your old house.

- Who doesn't want a verandah, eh?

- [Ray] Thanks for the ride.

- Have a think about the Thailand offer.

Get 'em through customs, shit 'em out

and Robert's our aunty's husband.

Easiest eight grand you'll ever make.

[engine revving]

- Sure.

- Buy yourself some wheels, have a play with the ladies,

eight grand could do a lot for

a bloke like you, and your mum.

- Nah, mate, I'm sorry, I'm not your man.

Besides, I wouldn't be any good at it.

- Pay John's debts and stop your mum

getting hurt over a card game.

- What do you mean? - Don't answer now.

Mull it over, let me know at my party.

Here's some cash for a cab.

Go on, take it, it's yours, for the cab.

There's plenty more where that came from.

St. Kilda sluts!

[laughing]

- They said it might rain tomorrow afternoon.

- Yeah, we need a bit of rain.

- Hopefully it'll clear up, though.

- That'd be nice.

- Yeah.

Anyone see Adelaide's weather?

Going through a real hot spell.

Yeah, a real hot spell.

- Why are you and Gavin knocking around again?

He hasn't been over since they lived next door.

- He just gave me a lift home from work, Mum.

- Yeah, well, he's bad news, Ray.

He's been in jail.

- It was a youth offenders unit.

- He cut that poor boy up with a chisel.

- It was a long time ago, darl.

Gav's a pretty decent bloke when you get to know him.

- You two used to be like peas in a pod.

Oh, he was such a sweet kid.

His mother would turn in her grave if she saw him now.

- Hey, love, while you're up.

- Oh, I don't think so, darlin'.

That was your third.

You've had your quota for the day.

[sighing]

- How lucky are we, eh?

Good food, good home, good health.

Oh, yeah, it's good to be us.

[laid back music]

♪ It is magic

♪ Sensing my way

♪ All very well

♪ Puffington Ray

- This is Ziggy, he's Lithuanian.

♪ Out to find some way

- Come to get my keg for tonight's party.

- Get Fuck.

- What?

- Get Fuck, to help you.

He's in the kitchen.

- It's Phuk.

- Oi.

Did you have a word with our Clubman of the Year?

- He's not up for it.

Doesn't have the guts.

- It's a pity.

His mum could use the cash.

Never met a coach with more bad luck than John.

Speaking of which...

Best dog I ever had.

[chuckling]

Here's your traveler's checks.

Half a kilo, no more, no less.

[knocking on door]

[kettle whistling]

[knocking on door]

- Who is it? - A friend.

- Who is it, sorry? - Where's John?

- He's not here.

He's down at the pub.

- Which pub?

- [Judy] Who is it, love?

- He didn't say, mate, but I can pass on a message for him.

- Next time, I come for your mother.

[glass shattering]

[muffled talking on TV]

- [Man On TV] There you have it--

- Who was that?

- Mormons.

- What, at this hour?

Oh, Christ almighty.

- Mum, I'm gonna head out now.

- To Gavin's.

John.

- Darl, he's not a baby.

He can make his own decisions.

- Night-night.

Night.

- Oh, mate, before you go,

could you spot us some cash?

Just a couple of lobsters?

It's for your mum.

[rock music]

[yelling]

♪ Prophets are singing about our rain ♪

♪ The drinks talk about it the same way ♪

♪ Everyone gets to have champagne ♪

♪ 'Cause there's a bottle of it going around ♪

[talking drown out by music]

♪ There's a lot of it going around ♪

- Yeah!

♪ As long as I can puke it out in the street ♪

♪ Do it now

♪ Do I want to listen to the upright side ♪

♪ I can't let you it all

♪ Cycling back to red drink sauce ♪

♪ Get back home, take her to the beach ♪

♪ Patrol is getting fucked boy

♪ In the jungle

- Oi, dickhead, you always go around

drinking other people's beers?

- I thought it was unlimited.

- Oh, a bit dumb, aren't you?

Might have to knock some sense into you.

[laughing]

- I could pay for it.

- I fuckin' oath you'll pay for it.

- What's going on?

- Oh, this dickhead thinks it's OK

to steal other people's beers.

- [Man] Whoa.

- If someone does you wrong, you knock 'em the fuck out.

My party, my rules.

Or don't you have the balls? - Go and have a crack.

- Ray?

- [Man] You know this prick?

- [Man] Smash him.

[thumping]

[laughing]

- Yes, yes, I do.

Have you two met?

Tiffany, Raymond.

[chattering]

[muffled talking on TV]

What you doing?

- [Ray] I'm taking my lunch break.

- Dog shit, you are, finish table.

Sit down, I said sit down.

- I quit.

- Quit?

OK, quit, good luck finding job.

We're the only repair shop in 20 miles.

OK, OK, take lunch.

Take 30 minutes.

Take 35.

[airplane droning]

[brakes squeaking]

[rock music]

- Fuck me, Rhonda, don't you knock?

- I'm in.

- And why would you knock?

Mi casa, su casa.

Bring on god's country.

[airplane whooshing]

[upbeat electronic music]

[laughing]

[singing in a foreign language]

Dennis Lillee's a great man.

So are you, love.

[laughing]

- Who's ready for a boat race?

- One, two, three!

[yelling]

Let's do it.

Scull, scull, scull, scull!

♪ At the no you will go

Yeah!

♪ Just like a fin in the way she goes ♪

[cheering]

[singing in a foreign language]

- [Group] Yeah!

Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray.

- Drinks, they're on me.

- He's my brother.

[laughing]

[boat engine rumbling]

[speaking in a foreign language]

[rooster crowing]

[speaking in a foreign language]

Sonia?

- [speaking in a foreign language]

Hey.

[speaking in a foreign language]

- You'd better wait out here.

[speaking in a foreign language]

- You sunburn like last time, not learn.

Too skinny.

Eat.

- Any mushrooms in this?

I'm allergic.

- Eat.

[chattering in a foreign language]

Here your half-kilo.

- Things have changed.

I need a whole kilo.

- You got more, you get more.

Oi, Nuang kilo!

[dishes clanging]

[shouting in a foreign language]

[woman gasping]

[shouting in a foreign language]

[yelling] [clanging]

[speaking in a foreign language]

- OK, good to see you.

- Tell Pat thank you to look after my nephew, Phuk.

And please enjoy Bangkok, heaven awaits.

[chattering in a foreign language]

- Gav, Gav, Gav, Gav, I can't do it.

- [Gavin] What?

- This, I don't want to do this.

- It's too late, pal. [tense music]

- We only just got it, please.

- What do you want me to do?

Go back in there with that fuckin' experiment

and ask for our money back?

- I don't know.

I'm sorry, I thought I could do this, but I can't.

I'm sorry.

Please.

- Alright.

- Please. - Alright.

Wish me luck.

- Good luck.

- Ray.

Brothers.

[chattering in a foreign language]

[sighing]

Let's get out of here.

- What did Sonia say? - No go.

She nearly ripped my head off.

Come on.

Ray, let's go!

[intense electronic music]

♪ Watch your skin peel

♪ Watch the sky change

[phone ringing]

♪ In a vision

♪ I'll get what's inside of you ♪

♪ The way that I feel tonight

♪ And into the void

♪ Again the empty street

♪ Again I am destroyed

You can't eat anything between now and delivery,

but don't refuse your meal on the plane.

The stewardesses will flag you as suspicious, alright?

[toilet flushing]

And when we get home, you've gotta ditch your mum.

I don't care how you do it,

but you've gotta be at my joint by six, OK?

You'll need a few things for the airport.

Cotton shirt, breathes.

Hides your sweat.

Photos, souvenirs.

Looks like you gave a shit.

Codeine, two of these bad boys will block you up for a week.

Down the hatch.

[gasping]

Good.

Now finish 'em.

- Where are yours? - I've had mine.

- But you said we'd do it together.

- You heard wrong.

- No, you said.

- You heard wrong.

[airplane whooshing]

- [Announcer On Loudspeaker] Thai Airways TT419 Bangkok

to Melbourne now arriving at Gate 18.

[suspenseful music]

- [Man] Think quick.

[laughing]

- [Man] First trip overseas, eh?

[chattering]

- Yeah, alright. - Boys.

- [Man] Jenkins, where's your bag?

[laughing]

- [Man] My sister's picking us up.

She's got two spare seats.

- [Announcer On Loudspeaker] Unaccompanied baggage--

[chattering]

[dog barking]

[baby crying]

[dog barking] [baby crying]

[suspenseful music] [dog barking]

- [Announcer On Loudspeaker] Brian and Sandra Ferguson.

Brian and Sandra Ferguson, please report to Gate 12.

Your plane is ready for immediate departure.

[laughing]

- [Announcer On Loud Speaker] All travelers must--

- Hey, Jenko, you're up.

[muffled talking on loudspeaker]

- Declaring anything today?

- Just some smokes and, this.

- Where are your other bags?

- I don't have any.

- No clothes, no toiletries.

- It all got stolen.

- Just wait here for me, please.

Jenkins, just come back from Thailand.

All he's got is a snow dome.

That's fine.

- Ray, it's Ray's.

- [Woman] Welcome home.

- Oh, I can see him.

- Ray. - Thank you.

Ray!

- Look, there he is. - Oi, Jenkins!

I'm not your bloody servant.

Ray, Ray.

Ray? - Excuse me, sir.

- [Man] You forgot your bag, dickhead.

- Sir, excuse me, sir.

Whose bag is that?

Looks clear. - Right.

- What's this?

- Lunch.

- From the plane?

- Yeah.

- Taking it home, were we?

- I wanted to show Mum.

- Bend over.

Bend over, mate.

Now, hold still.

[phone ringing]

- Where the fuck are you, Ray?

- Mr. Jenkins, my name is Detective Les Paris.

This is Detective Tom Croft.

We're with the Australian Federal Police.

The importation of narcotics is a federal offense.

Therefore Detective Croft will need

to perform a digital examination,

or if you prefer, we could X-ray your stomach instead.

Be aware that a refusal may appear as an admission of guilt.

Will you avail yourself to either procedure?

- No.

- [Man] Alright, then.

You leave us with no option but to accompany you

to a hospital for observation

by a registered medical officer.

- [Man] We don't need your permission for that.

[handcuffs clinking] [groaning]

- [Man] We're unable to confirm what's in there.

If it is narcotics, he's a human time bomb.

- [Man] Surely you can whack something up there,

take a look-see.

- Not without his permission.

He'll expel whatever it is soon enough.

All you can do is wait.

- Fuck that.

I'm not sitting in there all night

waiting for this cunt to take a dump.

There's this hotel I use in Airport West.

- Airport West?

No doubt it's the bloody Hilton.

[belching]

I'm obliged to inform you that you're being detained

under suspicion and without charge.

You don't have to say anything and are entitled

to the presence of a legal representative.

Now, whilst in detention without charge,

you are legally entitled to a similar standard of living

that you're accustomed to at home.

[groaning]

I.E., if you usually have a glass

of wine with dinner at home,

you're entitled to a glass of wine with dinner here.

- You, drink a bit of fucking Riesling, do you?

The law permits us to detain you for seven days,

or until you empty your bowels twice.

Until then, you'll remain in this

room under constant supervision.

The sooner you go to the toilet, the sooner we all go home.

[phone dialing]

- Fuck!

[phone ringing]

Ray?

- [Pat] No, it's me.

- Oh, mate.

I was just on my way over.

- Missed you at the airport.

- [Gavin] Really?

- Sent a car, it was under your name.

- I didn't see it.

- No worries.

I'll send the car over now.

- No, don't. - I don't know his address.

- [Gavin] I'm on my way out the door, mate.

- Just hold on a second, will you, mate?

[suspenseful music]

Here's the address.

[screaming]

- John, he's your stepfather and coach, yeah?

And was it his idea to go to Thailand?

- Don't know.

- Ray, whatever's in your stomach, if it's narcotics,

you could be in a lot of trouble.

Especially if you don't get it out.

- I told you at the airport, I'm constipated.

- Then why won't you take a laxative?

- I'm allergic.

- Ray, I'm not interested in putting away good blokes

who have made one bad decision.

I want the real bastards.

Everybody works for somebody.

- Yes.

[shouting in a foreign language]

- Where is it?

[clanging]

[suspenseful music]

[speaking in a foreign language]

[banging on ceiling]

- [Gavin] Shit.

- Got you, you faggot shit.

[screaming]

I kill you!

[shouting]

You're a dead man!

[engine revving] [tires screeching]

- When you want to have a tinkle,

you let Constable Rowland know.

If you decide to shit, you let Constable Rowland know.

If you snore, you let Constable Rowland know,

'cause he's your new roommate.

He'll be here all night.

Goodnight.

[sighing]

- Don't let the bed drugs bite.

[door thudding]

[downbeat electronic music]

- Anything to report?

- Nothing yet.

- Ray, why didn't you go to the toilet?

- Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.

Wrap your laughing gear around this.

- [Ray] I'm not hungry.

- [Les] Why don't you get a couple of hours kip next door?

- Come on, quick sticks, it'll get cold.

- I need to do a wee.

- No, you finish your breakfast, then you can piss.

- I got these photos from your luggage.

They're your shots from Thailand?

- Yeah.

- [Les] Do you mind if I have a look?

- Sure.

- We spoke to one of your teammates.

A gentleman named Graeme Spence, aka Cheeky,

said you weren't around much in Thailand.

Then on the last day, all the boys went to the tiger park

but you went to the markets instead.

Is there any reason for that?

- I don't like seeing caged animals.

- Aw.

Where were the markets? - Near the hotel.

- What did you buy?

- Pratunam, Chatuchak?

- A snow dome. - A snow dome.

They get a lot of snow in Bangkok, do they?

- So you never went to the tiger park?

- No.

- Well, what's this, then?

- My mate borrowed the camera that day.

- [Les] What's his name?

- Josh. - Josh who?

- Josh Robinson.

[laughing] - Fuck, mate.

- Did any boys take drugs over there?

- I don't know. - What, no Buddha stick?

- Did you? - No.

- Bit of hash? - Anyone offer you drugs?

- Bit of coke? - No.

- Ask you to hide drugs? - Mum like a taste, does she?

- What? - Are you sure?

- No, I've never had heroin.

It was an end of season footy trip, that's it.

- Who said anything about heroin?

He did?

- Didn't you?

- You got something you want to tell us?

[sighing]

[door squeaking]

[knocking] - Lawyer's here.

- Ray, stay with me, you were saying?

- I've got-- - What should I tell her?

- Tell her to suck my dick.

- Or you could do that yourself.

Jasmine Griffiths, legal aid.

I'm here to see my client, Mr. Ray Jenkins.

- Yeah, just a second.

Ray, you said, I've got.

What have you got?

- You're not required to answer any

questions right now, Mr. Jenkins.

- I've got nothing to hide.

- My client and I require some time alone, please.

[knocking] - Oh.

- Sorry, Miss Jenkins.

Hey, we heard about Ray.

All the boys are really worried.

- Oh, thank you, Gavin. - Is he OK?

- I hope so.

- Yeah, I'll just be a few minutes, love.

We're going to see him now.

- Where is he? - He's in a motel.

- Motel?

- Yeah, no, the police are keeping him there.

- Like a witness?

- What's he said? - Nothing, I don't know.

That's what we're going to find out.

[horn honking]

[horn honking] Righto, love, coming.

- I'll be right behind you. - Righto, Gav.

Thanks, mate, see you.

Ray'll appreciate it.

- Ray, if they try to coerce a confession out of you again,

just tell them my presence is required

before you'll disclose anything.

I suppose my next question is,

if you've got nothing to hide then why won't you defecate?

[groaning]

- What?

- Why won't you go to the loo?

- I told you before, I'm constipated.

The thing is, if you keep-- [farting]

- Shit, I'm so sorry. - It's fine, it's OK.

It's OK.

Look, the thing is, though, if--

[sighing]

- I did not mean that.

- I'll get your mother.

- My mum's here?

- Bit more choke and that would have started.

- You haven't charged him.

You haven't allowed him access to basic sanitation.

He claims you've assaulted him.

- [Man] Assault, eh?

- You haven't got a leg to stand on.

- [Man] He's not a case study, Toots.

He's a shithead with a gutful of junk.

- I can assure you Detective that my client

will be leaving here a free man.

- [Man] Not unless he keeps that gear up

his arse for another six days.

- Innocent until proven guilty, look it up.

You'll find it written in almost

any book about basic human rights.

- Ah, human rights warrior, here to save the world.

I've never seen your type before.

Let me guess.

You shunned the big firms for legal aid

because for you it's not about money,

it's about justice, yeah?

- I defend those who can't defend themselves.

- Nice of you to pop down to the working class.

Especially with those sugary tits of yours.

- Just give him a shower, pin-dick.

- There's no taps in his bathroom.

- Well, use your bathroom, then.

Lord knows you could do with a wash too.

- [Man On TV] There you have it.

[muffled talking on TV] [faucet running]

[suspenseful music]

[screaming]

- Oh, shit!

[laughing]

- You'll be alright, just get you on your feet.

Come on.

[thudding] - Whoopsy.

- Ah you're aright, up you get.

[groaning]

Whoa. [thudding]

[groaning] [laughing]

Mate, you keep slipping. - Oh, Jesus Christ.

- Come on.

[screaming]

Hurry up, don't be a mongoloid.

- Get off.

Please, get off, get off! [laughing]

- What's going on? - Get off.

- We're just trying to help our man up.

We wouldn't want anything bad to happen to him, would we?

[laughing]

- [Man On TV] The 22 karat gold plated cricket mallet chain

has been slashed to $14.95.

That's right.

- What's this they're saying about drugs in your stomach?

- It's just a mix-up.

- Yeah, well, that's what

I keep telling them, isn't it, John?

- [Ray] It's OK, Mum, I'll fix it, I promise.

- But they can't keep you here

without charging you, can they?

- Yes, for seven days, but that's all.

[crying]

- [Ray] Mum, Mum, Mum, please don't cry.

- Yeah, come on, darl.

Darl, pull yourself together.

Mate, all the boys down the club have been phoning.

Your vice-captain called by the house again today.

He's very worried about you, we all are.

- Tell him I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Clubman of the Year, remember?

- That's right, you are.

And you've never been in trouble

with the police before, have you?

- Never. - That's right.

- Never. - Never.

[airplane droning]

[suspenseful music]

- [Man On Phone] He's in room 308.

He hasn't said anything.

- Good on you, Coach.

[unsettling music]

[airplane whooshing]

- Can I help you? - Nah, wrong floor.

[groaning]

[door thudding]

[tense music]

[groaning]

- Cough.

[mumbling goofily]

[laughing] - Let me have that.

[airplane whooshing]

[vomiting] [splashing]

- Well, well, well, never had a mule refuse to shit before.

- No, how long can the bastard last?

- Well, I pulled some files this morning.

Three years ago, a Nigerian national

was detained at Heathrow on suspicion of smuggling.

Guess how long he didn't shit for.

- I don't know.

- 10 days.

- Jesus Christ.

Give me 10 minutes with that donkey,

he'll shit more than his pants.

Whatever it takes.

- [Man On Phone] It's not exactly topical,

is it, sweetheart?

- I'd like to speak to a senior journalist.

[tense music]

- [Woman On TV] Design has remained shrouded in mystery.

Regardless of result, the question remains

when will the Aussies reveal

the design of their hidden keel?

That's the daily news.

I'm-- [siren blaring]

[speaking in a foreign language]

- Sonia say one kilo, all good.

- One kilo?

What else did he say?

- She say your men take and go.

No lie.

- Did you say men?

- [Phuk] Yes, man.

- No, hold on, man or men?

Man or men?

- Man.

Men. - Oh, for Christ's sake.

One or two?

Fuck, Phuk, one or two?

One man or two men?

- [Phuk] Man.

[suspenseful music]

[stomach rumbling] [groaning]

- [Man On Radio] Precisely because things are heating up.

Sarah Myer with the weather.

- [Sarah On Radio] A high pressure--

[stomach rumbling] [suspenseful music]

[sighing]

[groaning]

[mumbling]

[gasping]

- Oh, oh Pat.

Fuckin' scared the life out of me, mate.

- You ought to be more careful, mate.

[shattering] [grunting]

- Christ, mate, I needed to-- [grunting]

I needed to get ahead, Pat.

I mean, look at this shithole.

Fuckin' look at it.

I couldn't ask you for any more money, I couldn't.

[clanging]

- I was talking about the beer.

[grunting]

[thudding]

Where is he?

[clanging]

Where is he?

- Pat, I...

[glass shattering] [suspenseful music]

Pat, what are you doing?

Oh, please, mate, not the car.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Pat, I gotta pick Jude up from work, mate.

What the fuck am I gonna tell her?

[balloon air squealing]

[chuckling]

[door thudding open]

- Come on, drop your strides.

Cough.

[Ray coughing]

Alright, lift up your nuts.

Lift up your nuts.

[suspenseful music]

Alright, he's clean.

[thumping] [gasping]

I'm starving, who wants lunch?

Would you like a stick?

[muffled pop music]

There are tongs for that.

- You run, go fetch me some.

- I don't work here.

- Well, you fuck off, then.

- You just made your second mistake.

Yeah? - Wrong tree, dickhead.

[chattering]

- [Man] Fried rice, no mushroom.

[tense music]

- [Man On TV] And the number one

single across the country

for the third week in a row,

it's the new national anthem,

Australiana by Austen Tayshus.

[crowd cheering] [knocking on door]

- [Man] Sitting at home last Sunday mornin',

me mate Booma rang. [crowd laughing]

Said he was having a few people around for a barbie.

Said he might cook a burra or two.

I said, sounds great, will Walla be there?'

[crowd laughing]

He said, yeah, and Veggie might come too.

[crowd laughing]

So I said to my wife, do you want a go, Anna?

- You forget something, mate?

- [Man On TV] She said, I'll go if Ding goes.

[banging] [thumping]

[yelling] [thumping]

- [Gavin] Don't, I don't have the gear.

Ray's got it. [groaning]

Ray's got it.

I don't have it.

[thumping] [groaning]

- [Man On TV] Mate, I don't like to speak ill of Warra.

[crowd laughing]

[groaning]

- All that planning, all that conniving

foiled by a few champignon mushrooms.

[thumping] [yelling]

- Come here. [groaning]

- Did you honestly believe I wouldn't find out?

You really didn't think this through, did you, mate?

- Please don't kill me, Pat. [groaning]

Don't kill me.

- I'm not gonna kill you, son, 'cause you, Gav,

are gonna kill your mate before he sings to the pigs.

And my wop here is gonna make sure you do.

- How am I supposed to get him?

He's surrounded by cops.

- [Man On TV] The he said as matter of fact mate he's a cop.

I said, you're joking, mate, a cop?

I'm going, let's go, Anna.

- [Gavin] I can't, Pat, I can't.

- It's you, or the mule.

Rest a-fuckin'-ssured.

[suspenseful music drowning out man talking on TV]

- [Man On TV] Thank you, goodnight.

[crowd cheering]

- Do you think we could have a moment alone?

- What, you and me?

Fuckin' oath.

- Alas, no, Dr. Zaki and I.

[door thudding closed]

- [Zaki] He needs to empty his bowels immediately, Jas.

He's in grave danger.

- [Jasmine] Can you administer something for his pain?

- [Zaki] Not without Ray's consent.

- What about a headache tablet?

- [Zaki] No.

That's codeine, it'll constipate him.

[door creaking]

- Why didn't you pick up the phone?

I had to get a lift home with Alison,

hear all about Charlie's bloody plantar wart.

Why are you sitting in the dark?

- Shut up.

- [Judy] Where's the car?

Where's my car?

- They took it.

- [Judy] Who took it?

Who took it?

- Your mate Pat Shepherd fuckin' took it.

- What, why would he do that?

What's wrong with his car?

- Nothing wrong with his car.

- Then why would he take ours?

John, you been gambling again?

- Oh, oh.

- Why would he take our car?

John, answer me, why would he take our car?

- Because I paid for the drugs inside Ray.

- What?

- We went behind Shepherd's back.

Right, he found out and he came over,

he came over and he took the car, just like that.

- You're pissed, you are pissed.

- All Ray had to do was wait for

his luggage, the dopey fuckin' prick.

- You are a liar. - He did, agreed to swallow.

- He wouldn't do it, get out!

- Yeah, yeah?

- Have a go, get out.

- Fuckin' calm down.

Fuckin' calm--

- Get out, get out. - Calm down.

- [Judy] Get out, don't come back.

- Darl, it's a disease, you know.

I'm sorry.

Darl, I'll fix it, alright?

You'll see, stay there.

I'll fix it.

- Ray.

Ray.

[dog barking]

- Shepherd, I know you're in there!

I want my fuckin' car back!

I want my car back or I'm going to the cops!

[bottle shattering]

I'll shut you down, your whole business!

- Shut up. - Do you hear me?

- Yes, John.

Loud and clear.

- I want my car back, Pat.

- This is no way to go about it.

You're making a spectacle of yourself.

- Mate, Jude's gonna leave me.

- Alright, I'll get the keys.

Just keep the noise down.

[sighing]

Bloody hell, you're a mess. - Yeah, I know.

I'm really sorry, Pat.

I'm sorry, mate.

You bloody went out with her, Jude.

Bloody hell, you know what she's like.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, thanks, mate.

[yelling]

For fuck's sake, Pat!

[screaming]

It was Gav.

Fuckin' Gavin's idea. [screaming]

What the fuck, Pat.

- You call yourself a coach.

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ Who's the one when it comes to lunching ♪

♪ homemade bread with crumbs and crunching ♪

♪ Hurry up I've got it made now ♪

♪ Slow down son you've got all day now ♪

♪ Ooh

♪ Congratulate

[crying]

♪ Would like to say it's you

♪ It's true

♪ You want to be congratulated

[suspenseful music]

- [Detective In Memory] What, no Buddha stick?

Bit of hash, bit of coke?

Mum like a taste, does she?

[door thudding] - Hello, Mrs. Jenkins.

- Oh, you poor thing.

- Hey, Victor phoned.

He's offered your old job back.

He said he's never been busier.

Yeah.

I made you some lunch.

I thought you might be getting

sick of eating all the hotel food.

- [Ray] Yeah.

- It's your favorite crumbed lamb cutlets.

- I just ate, Mum, thanks. - No, you didn't.

- Not to worry, this is prime Australian lamb.

Hey?

- Really, I can't.

- Oh, you can and you will.

You will eat your meal like a good boy,

and you'll make your old mum proud.

- You should listen to your mother, Ray.

- Ray. - Mum.

- It's your favorite. - Please don't.

- I cooked it especially for you and you're gonna eat it.

- [Ray] No Mum, I don't want to eat it.

[stomach gurgling]

- Eat it now.

[groaning]

- [Ray] What the hell are you doing, Mum?

Please. - Your belly--

- OK, OK, OK, Mrs. Jenkins.

It's alright, OK.

OK, alright.

Who wants cutlets for lunch?

[groaning]

[banging on door]

- Use the one next door.

- Doesn't flush.

- Piss off down to the lobby then.

- I'm not gonna make it. - Oh, fuck.

[groaning]

- [Man] Steak Diane with scalloped potatoes.

- Those cutlets your mum made have

got the boys glued to the loo.

And she doesn't know you're allergic to laxatives.

[door thudding closed]

What a mum.

- [Man On TV] Serve it up, gobble it down.

The only working up you gotta do

is your fingers or your elbows.

[airplane droning]

- [Dylan On Tape] You can win, you will win, you do win.

We did win.

[dramatic rock music]

Hi, I'm personal life coach Professor Dylan Kanarakis.

- [Jasmine] Unfortunately, Ray, a magistrate has granted

the police a three-day extension.

I don't know how.

But they're now permitted to detain you

for up to and including 10 days.

[snoring]

[shuddering]

[gagging]

[gulping]

[gulping]

[gagging]

- I've gone to the toilet.

I've gone to the toilet.

- Yep.

Hey?

Yep.

Jesus Christ.

[static buzzing]

That stinks.

- Well, well, well, the dickhead's finally lost his guts.

Oh. - Oh god.

[groaning]

[thudding]

[groaning]

Great.

- No packets.

- Search this whole fuckin' joint.

- Well, Ray, we might have to let you go after all.

All we need to do is get you to an X-ray machine.

- No, I won.

The proof is in here.

- Listen to me, fuckwit, you haven't won anything.

Oh, Jesus H, he's eaten them.

[gagging]

- Clean yourself up, you filthy animal.

- We've got you for three more days, shit-breath.

Three fuckin' days.

[train whistle blowing]

[door thudding]

- [Man] Australia, what's your favorite sport?

- [Group] Football.

- Snack? - Pies.

- Animal? - Kangaroo.

- What's your favorite car Australia?

- [Group] Holden.

- [Man] Let me see, that's football,

meat pies, kangaroos and Holden cars.

- [Group] Right.

- [Man] Well you sure sound like Australia to me.

- [Group] We are.

- Jesus, 20 pages of bullshit about a yacht race.

Not one word about you.

I handed it to them on a fucking platter.

It was the perfect case study for the reduction

of our civil liberties.

- I've got 20 condoms of heroin in my stomach.

- I know.

All they care about is a bunch of rich pricks

playing who's got the biggest dick?

Those arseholes haven't heard the last of Jasmine.

- I've got 20 condoms of heroin in my stomach.

- Keep your voice down, Ray.

- I've got 20 condoms of someone's fucking heroin

in my fucking stomach.

- Shh.

You need to hold on.

Just a little bit longer.

I'm not gonna let that arrogant prick beat us.

We can win this together.

- What are you talking about?

- Shh.

Just hold on.

[stomach grumbling] [singing on TV]

- A shiv?

Not sure this is a good idea.

Mate, there's cops everywhere.

They're all over him.

What the fuck am I supposed to do?

[yelling]

- Not my problem, your problem.

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, alright, alright.

Let go, let go.

- I'll be watching.

What is your marital status?

- Can I help you, sir?

This area's currently under the jurisdiction

of the Australian Federal Police.

- I'm here to see Ray Jenkins.

- And who are you?

- I'm the captain of his footy team.

- The captain?

Who told you he was here? - Our coach.

- Well, unfortunately, he's in police custody at the moment,

so he's not receiving any visitors.

- Mate, I've walked all the way from Sunshine.

I'll only be five minutes, promise.

- Alright, why not?

Arms up.

Your captain's here.

- Gav. - Jesus.

- [Les] Mate, I'm the only one here.

The boys are home with diarrhea.

- Where are they?

Bullshit.

What have you told 'em?

- Look at me.

I haven't told 'em anything.

- Why the fuck not?

- We're brothers.

Right?

- How did we fuck this up?

- Told you I wouldn't be any good at it.

- How did I fuck this up?

- It's not over yet.

- Yeah, it is.

Ray.

Brothers.

So, yeah.

We'll, have you at full forward next year, right, mate?

- Yeah, we'll see how we go.

- Yep. - Yep.

- Good one.

[muffled music on radio]

♪ On the weekend

♪ They're all going

We need to talk.

- I thought you'd never ask.

Vice-captain.

[helicopter buzzing]

- [Gavin] And Ray got nabbed by customs

and now here we are, on a fucking roof.

- Is it uncut?

- Pure chicken.

- [Les] And you're prepared to testify in court?

- Yeah, I'll name 'em all.

- [Les] So who else knows about this?

- Nobody, just me and Ray.

And you.

- Hey, you've made the right decision.

- You promise nothing will happen to Ray?

- I swear on the Holy Bible.

- You'd better look after me too.

Cunts want me dead.

Like this prick, down there.

[airplane whooshing]

- You won't have to worry about him anymore.

- You bloody beauty.

[glass shattering] [screaming]

[speaking in a foreign language]

[mimicking gun firing]

♪ All my friends are dead

[engine revving]

- You're gonna die, you do realize that?

There's only one option where you survive.

I take the drugs, file a report stating it was glucose.

There's no laws about carrying sugar in your gut.

Sure, you'll look like a fuckwit,

but then you're used to that, aren't you?

[engine rumbling]

- So where is it?

- What?

- The body, where's the body?

Why isn't there a body down there, or police?

- [Ray] 'Cause the big bloke took it.

- The big bloke?

- [Ray] Yeah.

With the mustache.

He drove off with the body.

- With the body of your mate that my partner murdered?

- [Ray] Yeah.

- Oh, and this mustache took the dead body in the car

without anyone seeing him?

- [Ray] It was night time.

- Right, and no-one heard anything?

- [Ray] We're under the flight path.

Please.

Please, you've got to believe me.

- Oh, I do believe you, mate.

Just show me where the body was again?

- [Ray] Just down there.

[thudding] [screaming]

- You want me to accuse a Federal Police Officer,

let alone my partner, of murder?

- Yes, he killed-- [thudding]

He killed Gavin.

He killed my mate. [thudding]

He said that you two would smuggle out the heroin,

that you'd replace it with glucose,

that you two do it all the time.

But I told him I don't have any heroin.

[thudding]

You need to watch your mouth, spoof bag.

You are this close to getting run over.

[door thudding]

♪ Gotta stop these tears that are falling from my eyes ♪

♪ Go walk out in the rain so no-one sees me cry ♪

♪ Can't stop this memory that goes creeping through my brain ♪

♪ I get no answer So the question still remains ♪

♪ Am I ever gonna see your face again? ♪

It's an appropriate song because

that's where Gav is now, with the angels.

- I thought we covered all this the last time?

- 72 hours.

If you grant us that, sir, we will produce the evidence.

- Judge Irving, my client has already

been held for 10 days without charge.

They have neither the evidence nor the right

to keep him detained any longer.

- He refuses to be X-rayed.

What more do you need?

- I need you to follow the law.

This is not just some game.

- Well then why won't the prick shit?

- Shush up.

- Judge, we're very close, I can assure you.

- Well, then, you don't need 72 hours, do you?

I'll grant you half that time, two days.

Should be sufficient for all of you, hm?

- Thank you, sir.

[suspenseful music]

- Best of seven.

- [Man On TV] Now, this year's winner--

- [Ray In Memory] I've got 20 condoms

of someone's fucking heroin.

[laughing] - Fuckin' stubborn shit.

- [Man In Memory] Your vice-captain's

very worried about you.

- [Judy In Memory] He's bad news, Ray, he's been in jail.

- [John In Memory] Gav's a decent bloke

when you get to know him.

- [Jasmine In Memory] We can win this.

- [Gavin In Memory] Stop your mum

getting hurt over a card game.

- [Judy In Memory] You'll eat your meal like a good boy.

And you'll make your mother proud.

- [Detective In Memory] You should listen

to your mother Ray. - Don't want to.

- [Detective In Memory] Who said anything about heroin?

- [Gavin In Memory] How did we fuck this up?

- [Man] The endurable Ray Jenkins.

[moaning]

- [Detective] We've got you

for three more days, shit-breath.

- [Jasmine In Memory] You need to hold on

just a little bit longer.

- Heaven awaits.

[laughing] - You're gonna die.

- [Man On TV] Race six of the America's Cup

and it's best of seven too.

History appears to be in the making

here as Australia II sets sail

to even this series at three-all

and bring about a seventh,

the deciding race between these two boats.

[snoring]

[imitating snoring] [suspenseful music]

And come on Australia too.

Now this is certainly the tightest

racing action the America's Cup has seen.

My honest evaluation is the superior boat...

[suspenseful music drowning out man on TV talking]

Were the mistakes of the opposing skippers.

[groaning]

[birds chirping]

[farting]

- [Man On TV] Sausage sensation.

Dandy Aussie Snags.

Look-- - Oh, Jesus.

♪ Dandy, Aussie, the pride of the country ♪

- I need to do a wee, please.

[commercial jingle on TV]

[groaning]

- I feel like I've been hit by a truck.

- Don't tell them I was boozed, OK?

Can I go to the toilet now, please?

[urinating]

[sighing]

[door thudding]

- [Man On TV] Remember me?

The fates of the Aussies are

in Dennis Conner's hands.

- Your mum sent these over.

Celebration or funeral?

I'll put 'em in some water for you, yeah?

[dramatic music]

We might win this little contest, Ray.

Never count the other blokes out, though.

[muffled talking on TV]

Nobody wants to lose.

- [Woman On TV] Thank you, Duncan.

The Liberty's skipper had this to say

before tonight's deciding race.

- It's gonna be very exciting to be involved

in the race of a century, and at this point,

we're hoping that we can find a way to prevail

like we have over the last 132 years.

I think we have an awful lot of tradition going for us,

and we have a very courageous crew,

and somehow I think we'll pull it out.

- [Man On TV] Yes, folks, as expected,

the Americans are way out in front in this,

the seventh and deciding race.

The underdogs are just one race away from annihilation.

The big question is--

- Aussie, Aussie, Aussie!

- [Group] Oi, oi, oi!

[coughing]

[knocking on door]

- Oh, look out, the stripper's here already.

And we haven't even won yet.

- Jesus, Bondie buys a yacht

and everyone thinks he's a bloody hero.

- He is a bloody hero.

He helps other people by giving them cash

to do what they do well, well.

That is a hero.

- Yes, because yachtsmen have always

been symbols of the working class.

- You fuckin' pinko.

I'm a proud Australian.

- Who suddenly loves yachting.

If only the Americans gave a shit.

- Are you a fuckin' Kiwi?

- Useless bloody thing.

Sort this shit out or watch it next door.

- So if you're not here for the yachts

to what do we owe the pleasure?

- I'm here to pick up my client upon his imminent release.

- [Detective] What do you mean?

- His detention warrant expires in 45 minutes.

You should always read documents

before signing them, Detective.

- It's 4:30 in the morning.

He's not going anywhere till we see the magistrate.

- [Jasmine] You sure about that?

- Fuck.

[door thudding]

- We should get you cleaned up Ray.

I've organized us a press conference.

Perhaps Detective Croft might like to join us.

[ignition struggling]

- Oh, fuckin' come on, you bastard.

- Going somewhere?

[engine revving]

- Yes, right now.

Thank you.

- There's no point us standing out here.

- Hello? - Your Honor?

[airplane whooshing]

- [Man On TV] This is sensational stuff!

The Aussies are 21 seconds ahead!

- Hey. - Out of here, Coupland.

- But I just-- - Now.

- We're gonna win this. - Now!

- [Ray] I need to piss anyway.

- You and I have some business to discuss.

[phone ringing]

Detective Paris speaking.

- Lesley, it's me. - Crofty, what's the scoop?

- [Tom On Phone] Well, mate, the judge was his usual self.

- [Les] What's that?

Mate, I can't hear you, what did he say?

- [Tom] We're too late, he's free to leave.

- Thanks, I'll let him know.

The magistrate's granted us the extension.

You'll remain in our custody for a further six days.

How's that sound?

- Can you turn up the television, please?

I'm watching the race.

[chuckling]

- You Westie cunts really have got

life figured out, haven't you?

Drop out of school to stand in

front of a conveyor belt all day,

piss away your wage on darts and bourbon,

knock up some slut in a public toilet

who smokes her way through pregnancy,

then you shit out a couple of dickhead kids

to continue the whole sad cycle.

Oh, no, I'm not talking about you, Ray.

No, no, no, no, no, you're different.

You've got ambition.

You've got an ingenious plan.

Listen to this one.

It has never been done before.

You're going to turn to crime.

But you fucked it, didn't you?

Just like everything you do.

I'm giving you a chance to unfuck it.

Take my offer.

Do something with this shitty life

of yours before it's too late.

What's it gonna be, pal?

Moneybags or body bags?

- Why would you kill Gavin?

- Look, I don't have time to piss about.

- You did kill him, didn't you?

- Listen, dickhead, I'm offering you a way out of this.

- I just can't work out why.

- 'Cause he was a fuckin' maggot.

Suburban scum just like you and your dopey fuckin' mother.

Now, give me the gear or you will leave here on your back.

- [Man On TV] On the American skipper.

He'll regret that.

[sighing]

- Alright, I'll do it.

- [Man On TV] Vanished into thin air.

No one-- - On one condition.

- [Les] What's that?

- [Man On TV] This is a huge result for Australia.

- I shit in your mouth.

- Give me the fucking bags now!

- Come and fuckin' get 'em.

[thumping] [clanging]

- Now park your arse on that dunny and give me what I need.

Shit or swallow, your call.

- OK, OK, OK, OK.

- [Man On TV] Crossed the line.

We're looking for the smoke at any moment!

They've done it.

Australia II has done it.

[groaning]

- Where the fuck are they?

[chuckling]

- [Man On TV] The Australians have done it.

- You lost.

- [Man On TV] Liberty has lost, liberty has lost.

King of Australia, king of Australia, the--

[thumping]

Has just crossed the line.

- Call an ambulance.

- I want an X-ray.

- [Man On TV] I wonder, [muffled talking].

The Australians have done it.

[dramatic music] [train whistle blowing]

[cheering on TV]

- Where are they, Jenkins?

[train whistle blowing]

[screaming]

Fuck!

What, you put this in?

Nice one, anything we can use?

I lied to him, to get the job done.

Whatever it takes, you taught me that.

- Yep.

That's true, I have bent the rules.

But you broke the rules.

You killed a cunt.

What for, hey?

A few extra bucks.

Cuff the prick!

- Get your priorities straight.

We're brothers.

- You're a grub. [groaning]

- We're trying to catch real criminals.

- [Man] Shut up, you're fuckin' mine now, arsehole.

- [Les] Oh, Coupland, you cunt.

[elevator dinging]

- [Group] We won the Cup.

We won the cup.

[chattering]

[sirens blaring] [laughing]

- OK, bye.

- [Man] Alright, it's the police, straighten out.

- Who was that?

- Uncle.

- What the fuck does he want?

She say cannot let police take you.

- Bloody oath, you can't.

- I pay you good money.

More than that fuckin' gook.

- [Phuk] My uncle's name is Sonia.

- [Man] They're upstairs.

[thudding]

- [Man] Jesus.

[thudding]

[groaning]

- Fuck.

- [Phuk] It's Phuk.

[train whistle blowing]

- Ray?

[dramatic music]

[flash bulb popping]

- [Woman On TV] It's been concealed throughout

the summer and the race series.

However, Australia's winged keel was finally

revealed tonight by its jubilant owner.

And the Prime Minister went up in the polls this morning

by announcing an unofficial public holiday

in light of Australia's remarkable victory.

- I tell you what, any boss who sacks anyone

for not turning up today is a bum.

[crowd cheering]

["Holdin' On" by The Lonely Sailor and Renee Mendoza Haran]

♪ Cold eyes, watching you in the dark side ♪

♪ But you can't see through a little lapse ♪

♪ The fear inside that keeps you from feeling alive ♪

♪ Rain drops falling down on the street ♪

♪ As you dance to the sound of a lonely beat ♪

♪ A lovers got your back to the wall ♪

♪ Stand strong and watch the lovers fall ♪

♪ Fall down

♪ Fall down

♪ Fall down

♪ Fall down

♪ Holdin' on

♪ You realize we holdin', holdin' on ♪

♪ Holdin' on to what's inside of you ♪

♪ You realize that

♪ Tell me you'll be holdin' on

♪ Oh he's out of bed

♪ Dancing solo

♪ Lonely dreaming alone

♪ Visions in the dark

♪ Hands and skin and hand on heart ♪

♪ Sinking deeper and deeper now ♪

♪ It's a lonely life and your heart is true ♪

♪ And your love is pure

♪ And you know you can breathe in now ♪

♪ You realize we holdin', holdin' on ♪

♪ Holdin' on to what's inside of you ♪

♪ You might understand

♪ Tell me you'll be holdin'

♪ Touch, your dreaming will be a dream come true ♪

♪ Now's the part you'll have to see it through ♪

♪ Through the hardest times and the blues ♪

♪ Tell me you'll be holdin' on

♪ Keep saying better

♪ Keeping it alive

♪ Keep your eyes open all through the night ♪

♪ It's hard to reach out

♪ Cheer up, you can feel it

♪ It's more than just words

♪ This is something real

♪ Cold eyes are watching you in the dark side ♪

♪ But you can't see through

♪ Your walking in danger

♪ You should know better than

♪ To put your faith in a stranger ♪

♪ You've got the feeling inside ♪

♪ That keeps you feeling alive

♪ The cold weather you can't ignore ♪

♪ A heartbeat keeps you wanting more ♪

♪ Holdin' on

♪ Holdin' on

♪ Holdin' on

♪ Holdin' on

♪ You always know we holdin' on ♪

♪ Holdin' on to what's inside of you ♪

♪ Through the hardest times and the blues ♪

♪ Tell me you'll be holdin'

♪ Touch, and it'll make the dream come true ♪

♪ Now's the part you'll have to see it through ♪