[MUSIC PLAYING]
[EERIE SOUNDS]
[SNAKE HISSING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[FAINT EERIE WHISPERS]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
♪
[insects trilling]
[Ray sighs]
[inhales and exhales slowly]
[sighs]
[packet thuds]
[sniffs]
[exhales]
♪
[exhales]
[dog barking in distance]
[birds squawking]
What about your picture?
You can have it.
I thought you liked that picture.
I do, but I've got nowhere to put it.
Well, you might as well have it
'cause I don't have anywhere to put it either, so...
Uh...
Dad?
Hmm?
Why are you leaving?
We talked about this.
And I'm not leaving.
I'm gonna be, like, an hour and a half away
and I'm still gonna see you all the time.
Yeah, but you're still leaving.
♪
[over radio]: ♪ French kissin' in the USA ♪
♪ French kissin' in the USA... ♪
Why is it called French kissing?
Hmm, don't know.
Did French people invent it?
Maybe.
Kissing's weird.
Hmm? Why's that?
Don't you think it's weird?
You open your mouth and stick your tongue
in someone else's mouth and then wiggle it around.
Well, when you put it like that, yeah, it's a little bit weird.
Exactly.
So have you had a pash yet?
Pash?
-Kiss. -I know what a pash is.
-But no one says that anymore. -Oh, okay.
Sorry I'm not up with the latest lingo.
-So what do you call it? -Kissing.
Oh, okay. So have you done any kissing?
Yuck.
-[chatter] -[gentle piano music plays]
How you going, mate?
Hello.
All right.
What are you up to?
Not much.
-RAY: Not a bad spot, eh? -Yeah.
I'd rather be there than here.
Yeah. Me, too.
BILL: Mmm.
Who are you?
I'm your son.
-My son? -Yep.
This is your granddaughter.
Hi, Pop.
I've got a granddaughter.
It's your lucky day, mate.
Well, look at you! You're so pretty.
Thanks.
Are you Chinese?
No, I'm Aussie.
BILL: Oh.
[Ray and Brittany chuckle softly]
-All right. -[handbrake creaks]
Well, I'll see you in a couple of weeks.
Make sure you get the Internet connected.
Yes, ma'am. All right.
-Love you, darling. -Love you.
That's one.
There's two.
-See you, darl. -'Bye.
[gears clunk]
[insects chitter]
GARY: Oh, man.
So what are you gonna do with Britt?
Has she been down here? Has she stayed?
No Internet.
-Oh, gotta have the Net. -Yep.
Gotta have the Net.
How's the movie biz?
Mate, it's going great guns.
I... I might have to put someone on.
I'm serious.
I tell you what. I'm earning my fuckin' money, though.
Last week, this couple, they wanted to shoot an outdoor vid.
-Yeah? Yeah. -You know, down by the beach.
So, anyway, we get down there
and there's all these people around.
I'm thinking, "This isn't right. We can't do it here."
But that's what they wanted to do.
They wanted to do it in public.
-Exhibitionists. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.
So I managed to coax them
into doing it in a more palatable spot.
Yeah.
So, anyway, they're getting into it.
I'm filming away.
Next minute, fucking...
What?
They wanted me to join in.
[both laugh]
[indistinct chatter]
[traditional Chinese music plays quietly]
What are you eatin'?
-Dimmies. -Ugh.
-Want one? -Nah. Fuck no.
-Don't you like dimmies? -I've never had one.
Mate, you're not an Aussie
if you haven't had a bloody dimmie.
-Mate, I don't understand... -Mmm?
...like, how can you eat something
when you don't even know what's in it?
I don't need to know what's in it.
It tastes good. That's all I need to know.
-Nah. -Try one.
-No, I don't want one. -For me.
-No, mate, I've come this far... -Just for me.
-Please. Please. Try it. -All right, I'll have a bite.
I'll have one bite.
Disgusting-looking thing.
-It's pretty fuckin' good. -What did I tell you?
Get it in there, mate. Soy sauce.
-Oh, my God. -How good is it?
It's incredible.
-Told ya. -Mmm!
Hey, mate, I figure you should know.
Um, you know that guy, the-the biker
you were having that trouble with?
-Alex? -Yeah.
-Yeah? -He's looking for ya.
-Who told you? -Just a mate.
Does he know where he is?
Beauty.
So it was a flying fucking saucer, was it, Raymond?
Look, mate, if there were aliens about, we'd know by now.
I mean, think about it.
How the fuck are you gonna keep that a secret?
Mate, they don't want you to know about it.
It's all fucking top secret, right?
[chuckles] Really?
Mate, how many planets have you got in the universe?
I don't fuckin' know. How many?
-Trillions, okay? -Trillions.
You got trillions of planets.
You're gonna tell me out of all those planets,
the universe goes on forever,
this is the only planet
that's got any life on it?
Come on, mate. Jesus.
Would you root an alien?
Why would I root an alien?
Nah, nah, look. Well, there's no human women about.
You're on one of those planets
surrounded by fuckin' alien women who are all, you know...
You know, you haven't had a root in ten years. You give 'em one?
-Depends. -On what?
If she looked like E.T., mate,
I can tell you it's not gonna happen.
[laughs]
Okay, what about-- what about...
You've seen that Star Wars film, right,
where that Jabba the Hutt slug, the big, fat fuckin' thing,
he's got this, uh... he's got this alien woman on a chain,
she's dancing around, she's got the Lycra on,
she's got the, you know...
..she's got the good rig, got the horns.
-Give her one? -[scoffs]
I'd have to be pretty fuckin' toey, mate, I'll tell you.
Mate, I'd give her one in a fuckin' heartbeat.
And you know why?
If for no other reason to say, Raymond,
that I fucked an alien.
No, think about it, right? No, think, think.
You go down the pub, mate says to you,
"What'd you do yesterday?"
"Fucked an alien. Like, properly."
[laughs]
DAVE: Anyway... Mate, are we close?
RAY: Should be on the left.
Are we on the right fuckin' road here?
Mate, Pine Grove Road, 3664.
So that's...
-Well, we've gone past it. -Fuckin' turn around, then.
RAY: I'll do a uey up here.
DAVE: It'll be up here.
Up here, up here.
It's just saying...
Here, Ray. Right here.
There.
[birds singing]
[engine idles]
-[seatbelt clicks] -[engine shuts off]
[cockatoos squawking]
Living underground, is he?
[fly zips]
[phone beeps]
[urinating]
[line ringing]
Hi. You've called Freddy. You know what to do.
[beeps]
Give us a call as soon as you can, mate.
[drone whirrs]
What the fuck is that?
-What? -That.
-[gunshot] -[grunts]
DAVE: Fuck! Fuck!
[yells]
Get up, Ray! Go!
[gunshots]
-Fuck. -Fucking Jesus Christ.
-Fuck! -[gunshot]
Fuck!
[engine rumbles]
Go! Go!
[gunshots]
Go, go! Fuck, move, Ray!
Fuck!
[Dave groans]
Oh, fuck!
-You hit? -No.
-[grunts] -Oh!
Get the semi! It's in the boot!
Jesus fuck!
Fuck!
[both grunting]
[both groan]
DAVE: Fuck. [groans]
[engine approaches]
DAVE: Fuck!
DAVE: Fuck.
Ah...
[Dave groans]
-[gunshots] -DAVE: Fuck!
Fuck. Give me the gun! Go. Run. Get into cover!
Fuck...
-[motorbike motor revs] -Ah...!
[gunshot]
[men shouting indistinctly]
DAVE: Can't fuckin' breathe.
RAY: Go!
[shouting in distance]
[groans, pants]
[coughs]
Fuck.
Ray.
-[coughs] -Mate, you gotta keep moving!
Ray, I'm fucked. Ray, I'm... Just give me the gun.
No! Get to the farmhouse! Go!
[hammer clicks]
[groans]
RAY: Mate, we gotta go. Pick it up.
Come on, come on! Go!
[thudding]
Come on! Get in.
Get down, mate.
[Dave panting]
-[fabric rips] -Mate!
-Ray... I'm fucked. -[grunts] Okay.
DAVE: Don't worry about me.
Okay, you gotta keep the pressure on that, mate. Okay?
[gurgles]
Hey, mate.
[breathlessly]: Listen to me...
Listen to me.
You look after my little boy.
You look after him.
[breathes unevenly]
You gotta promise... promise me.
I promise you.
[sniffles, pants]
Don't you bloody die on me, mate.
[gasps softly]
[sighs]
♪
[exhales softly]
[rattling and thudding inside]
[door creaks quietly]
[magpies sing in distance]
[gasps]
[whispers]: Fucking move.
[softly]: Move.
♪
[whooshing]
[screams]
[pants]
[grunts]
[starter motor cranks]
[grunts]
[starter motor cranks]
[engine starts]
[panting]
[metallic clicking]
[breathes weakly]
Fuck... you.
[laughs weakly]
[cockatoo screeches in distance]
[crowd cheering on TV]
[announcer speaking indistinctly]
ANNOUNCER: ...to sing the Australian national anthem.
Oh, fuck.
What?
Our national anthem. It's shit.
FREDDY: All national anthems are shit.
Hmm, not America's.
How's theirs go again?
Well, I don't remember it off by heart,
but it shits on ours.
♪ Is girt by sea... ♪
"Girt by sea." What the fuck does that mean?
"Waltzing Matilda" should be ours.
Oh, fuck off.
What's wrong with that?
A song about a thief who kills himself
by jumping in a fucking lake.
Great.
Where are you going?
To get a drink.
♪ In joyful strains, then let us... ♪
[insects trilling]
[insects continue trilling]
Jesus Christ, you scared the fucking shit out of me!
[panting]
Mate, I'm sorry. I am. I had to do it. I'm-I'm sorry.
I had... I had to do that. I had no choice.
Now, if I didn't help set you up,
he was gonna kill me.
Rafael and his guys,
they... they... they were watching me.
They were watching me at the... at the restaurant.
They had a... a guy outside my house
watching Michele.
She here?
She's upstairs.
Like, I-I feel so bad, I-I haven't slept.
You're unbelievable. You're like a... You're like a cat.
[chuckles]: Nine lives.
Friend of mine wasn't so lucky.
Oh, mate, I'm sorry.
Hey, if... if there'd been any other way...
Could have tipped me off.
Hey, look, I was just...
I was... I was... I was... I was... I was terrified.
But, yeah, yeah, you know, you're right.
Yeah, I should have, uh...
Yeah. I should have... I-I should have done that.
I should... I should have tried,
but I-I made a mistake, you know.
Everybody makes mistakes, huh?
[chuckles]: Yeah. Fuck.
Mm-hmm.
Wasn't really a mistake, though, was it?
Yeah, it was. Yeah.
-RAY: Hmm. Hmm. -It... it was, mate.
I'm the one who made the mistake.
Ray, I'm so sorry.
[sighs heavily]
[kettle whistling]
[whistling stops]
[pours water]
[birds singing]
[sniffs]
[groans softly]
[groans]
[rain patters]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[thunder crashes]
[man speaks indistinctly]
Where youse off to?
Christies Beach.
All right, I'll try to get you as close as I can,
but it's pretty wet down there, boys.
-Cool. -Thanks.
[thunder crashes]
[funky electronic music playing softly on radio]
How's your night been, driver?
Yeah, pretty good, mate. How's yours?
-Yeah, not bad. -Mm.
We was just down at the clubhouse.
Yeah.
We know a few of the boys.
Had a bit of a shindig, hey, Jase?
[laughs lightly]
How long you been driving cabs?
Not too long.
You enjoy it?
Well, it's not the worst job I've ever had.
What about you? What do you do?
You know, a bit of this, bit of that.
Yeah.
[heavy metal music plays on radio]
[funky electronic music plays]
[heavy metal music plays]
[funky electronic music plays]
RADIO DJ: Welcome back.
We are halfway through our classic playlist
as voted by you...
[radio DJ speaking indistinctly]
I'll have to drop you here, boys.
We're just around the next bend.
[seat belt latch clicks repeatedly]
All right, I'll get you around the corner, all right?
["Run" by AWOLNATION playing softly]
-[frogs croaking] -[insects trilling]
That's it, mate.
Keep going.
I'm sorry, mate, we're just a bit further.
[water splashes]
Pretty spooky out here, hey, Dill?
Yeah, it's dark as.
Someone might die out here tonight.
[exhales]
♪ I am a human being ♪
♪ Capable of doing terrible things... ♪
What do you reckon, Dill?
Yeah. Maybe, eh?
♪
♪ Run ♪
♪
♪ Oh-oh ♪
♪ Hey! Hey! ♪
♪ Hey! ♪
♪ You people are mistaken ♪
♪ If you think that I'm awake and celebrating ♪
♪ Anything that I've become ♪
♪ You people are mistaken if you think that... ♪
Making an album has been, like, psychological chaos.
[HIP-HOP INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]
It's got to be so smart...
[BEATBOXING]
...so poignant...
[BOTH LAUGHING][WHOOPING]
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
[MAN WHOOPING]
...reinventive.
[ALL CHEERING]
I'm gonna be okay, right?
Yeah.Yes.
He'll be fine.Oh, yeah.
♪ Hi, I'm Dave
[SCREAMING]
♪ Hi, I'm Dave
I'm an addict, and I'm an out-of-control addict.
And what I've learned is I'm not that healthy.
I want to talk to people that are open.
I want to learn about myself,
and that's my intention, right?MAN: Right.
DAVID: It's not going the way I want.
[GROWLING]
BOTH: Stop yelling at me! Stop yelling at me!
I'm cool with that.