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- Shit.

- A large squash, please.

Thanks.

Do you have any rooms here?

What, to stay?

- Yeah, probably
just for one night.

You can stay at my place, love.

Any time you like.

Oh god, I don't
know why you'd wanna stay here.

I got a spare bed, sweetheart.

- I'da bet.

Having a little
trouble, are you, dear?

You wouldn't wanna stay
in a rough joint like this.

I mean, it's, well,
it's no place for um...

- For a lady.

- Now, the bloke to see
about your bike is Tim Curtis.

You go down there
to the gamelli turnoff.

You take a left and
a right, and you...

- Can't miss it.

- Yeah.

That's right.

Need a push, darling?

Well can you at least
tell me what's wrong with it?

- Not today, sweetheart.

It's a bit late.

- Well could I use
some of your tools, then?

- Hey Tim.

Yeah I heard.

- Hi.

- You know how to do it?

- More or less, yeah.

- Alright.

Just put things back
when you're finished and,

don't make a mess.

- Great, thanks a lot.

- It's time for you
to knock it off, Gary.

- Okay.

- Nice.

They do a nice
motorcycle, the nips.

- Yeah, they do.

- Well you're gonna get
past through it, around here.

Probably have to send a car.

More likely, Perth.

- How long with it take?

- I don't know.

It could be lucky, tomorrow.

More likely, it'll
be the day after.

- Terrific.

- Yeah, well.

It's beautiful, aint it?

Just like a clock.

- Mr. Curtis?

That sleep out, could I
possibly use it tonight?

Please?

- Uh.

Yeah, alright.

- I mean, I'll pay for it.

- No, no, no.

I'll just tell my mum.

Thank you.

- Whatever possessed
you to do a thing like that?

God almighty, Tim.

- Hello.

- Out the way.

Hungry, are ya?

Well we can't feed ya.

Sorry, but we're too busy.

- It's quite alright, really.

- There's a cafe in town.

You can get something there.

If you're hungry.

- Look, I can do this, really.

- Yeah?

Alright then.

And go easy on the water.

Here we are.

So come, let's just
you lean on me.

You need a good rest.

That's what the doctor said.

Alright, my darling.

You can be tucked
up in your own bed.

God knows what
happens at those dances.

- For god sake!

You're her father.

She's your own daughter.

I can hear every
word you're saying, you know.

- Lizzie!

Lizzie!

- Don't be frightened.

It's alright.

It's okay.

- No.

Tell them to stop.

- Hey, come here.

- Tell them to stop.

No.

They just go on and on.

They won't stop, tell them.

Please.

Stop.

- Hi.

Uh, can I have the
hamburger with everything

and a choco malted?

When you can manage it.

You this busy every night?

- What?

-Are you this busy every night?

- Oh.

Yeah.

It's where the
elite meet to beat.

- Mel, where's
the burgers, baby?

Come on, go, go, go.

- Drop dead.

- Two more of them to go, Mel.

- G'day.

- Hello.

- You know, I got to
admit, she scrubs up alright.

For an old chick.

- And that looks pretty
butch in them trousers, bud.

I wonder how
she'd go in a dress.

Hey, butch.

You own a dress?

- Not in your size.

- What do you
think you're doing?

What?

- You knocked my bloody chair.

- I didn't mean to knock
your bloody chair, mate.

Yeah, well,
you can say you're sorry.

- No.

I don't say sorry, Davey boy.

Sorry.

What's wrong with him, lorna?

- Shut up.

-Aw, Dave, can't
a bloke even talk

to your little sister no more?

- They're too good
for us, Wayne.

- Aye big Dave.

000000000000000000.

- How you doin' lorna?

I haven't seen you
around much lately.

You doing anything
Saturday night?

- If you's dickheads
are gonna fight,

wills you's get outside
and do it, thank you.

- I could spread you all
over this fucking shop, mate.

See you around, butch.

- Go and have a go Danny.

- Hi.

- Hello.

- So you found
Tim Curtis' alright?

- At the pub.

Heard sargent cuddy
telling you how to get there.

- Oh right, yeah.

Found it.

- Listen.

We're just going
down to the pub.

I wondered if you'd
like to come along?

- Thanks, but it's
been a long day, and...

- Oh go on, just
a quick one, aye?

- No, really.

Thank you.

- Just trying to be friendly.

- Yeah, I know.

Good night.

I'll see you around maybe.

Maybe.

Good night.

- Night.

- Gary?

Gary?

Yeah?

- Pumps.

Right-o.

- Yeah, look, I'm after
some parts for a 750 suzuki.

- Katana.

- Good aye, gethrop.

Fill 'er up.

- Yeah, well have you got any?

Well are you the
bloke in charge?

Look, I'll wait.

You go and get the boss.

Wal.

- How's it going Tim?

How's the family?

- Okay.

- That's good to hear.

- I'm on the phone wal.

- Yeah, sure.

I'll just have a
word with the lass.

Tim iookin' after ya?

- Yeah, thank you.

- Hm, told ya.

Of course, visitors are always
welcome here in ginborak.

- Well I'm very
relieved to hear that.

- Traveling alone, are ya?

- Apparently.

- We asked her for a
beer last night, sarge,

but she wouldn't be in it.

- You checked my
oil and water, gazzer?

- Right-o, right-o.

Miss cadell?

- Yeah?

- On the train tonight.

- Great, thank you.

- It's gonna cost a bit though.

- Heh.

Sorry.

All fixed up then, aye?

Put a bit of a hole in
your holiday though, aye?

What are you going to
do with yourself all day?

- Mr. Curtis, can I
borrow this bike?

- Sure.

I suppose it'll be alright.

- You, if you wanna go
somewhere, I'll give you a lift.

No trouble.

- Aw shit!

- G'day.

- Glad you came along.

I haven't had much
luck with bikes lately.

- What are you
going out this way?

Just sort of looking 'round?

- Yeah, I suppose
something like that.

- You work?

- Yep.

Sort of an office job.

- Right.

My wife, she works
at the meat works.

I'm a row shredder meself.

No.

Can't complain.

Most blokes around
here aint got nothin'.

- Yeah.

So you work at night?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I work at night.

Must be tough on your wife.

- G'day butch!

- Hey Ross.

Hey there.

How's penny these days?

- You bastards!

- Stop, that's enough!

Stop it!

- He's a bloody madman.

- Leave him alone, go on.

We'd better get him home.

Come on mate.

- Piss off!

See,

she used to go down to
the club when I was workin'.

You can't blame her
for that much, can you?

Why penny, she
likes a bit of company.

A few laughs, a few drinks.

Well she likes a good time.

Why not?

Well they give her that alright.

Stupid

bitch.

She tries to lay charges.

People say, "charges?

"Penny rights everyone, though.

"What's a man supposed to do?"

Blokes look at me in the street.

Down at the club.

Laugh.

- God in heaven, Ross,
what have you been doing?

- I want my wife, dulcie.

- Yeah, alright, wait here.

- Goodness me.

We haven't been in the
wars, haven't we, Ross?

What happened?

- It's nothing.

I'm alright.

I've come to get my wife.

- Oh god.

Penny dear,
he won't say what happened.

- We gotta go, mum.

Money.

- Doesn't look as
though he'll be able to

come to work tonight.

Dulcie, Norma Curtis
and Lizzie off again today?

- Some kind of
tummy wop, I think.

- Looks like she'll
want the day off as well.

- You ought to control that
boy of yours, Mrs. Rudolph.

- Don't start all
that again, Ross.

- You both think you
can do what you like to us.

- I'd be careful of what I
said, Ross, if I were you.

- You stop and listen
to me, you bitch.

- Andrew.

Who the hell are you?

Dulcie?

Pay those two off.

- Yes, Mrs. Rudolph.

The rest of yous, back to work.

For all I know,
she's been sleeping around

since she had Jimmy Dickinson.

- Don't come near me, mate.

- Tina!

- Why don't you talk
some sense in him?

He seems to think
you're bloody Christmas.

Yeah, that'll be
right, go on, get out!

Have a wink to your mates.

You're pathetic!

It's a bloody war crime now.

Shit.

How much that bod cost ya?

- I don't know,
it was a present.

- I hope you're right.

Now you're piss farting
around the countryside?

On a holiday.

- Mhm, seeing how the
other half lives, you know.

- No.

I don't.

You're gonna fix it yourself?

Yep.

- Where'd you
learn to do all that?

- A motorcycle engine
is completely logical.

I find it makes a nice
change from people.

- Aye.

Why'd you wanna
stick your nose in

all that today at the works?

Hi, Liz.

Hello.

- Where's dad?

- He went out, love.

- Yeah.

- Well?

That was the boss, and he?

Was her precious bloody son.

You were right.

He had it comin'.

You see,

you can just get on this
fancy motorbike and piss off.

You don't have
to work out there.

- So what, so you just
let them walk all over you?

- It's that or you
don't work, smarty.

Except maybe on your back.

Sounds like
the same thing to me.

- Yeah?

Oh, it's not your worry, is it?

- No, you can all
rot for all I care.

- Did you really punch
Andrew Rudolph?

- It was more of
a slap actually.

Can you tell me where
the railway station is?

It's near my place.

- I'll show you.

- Liz, I don't...

- Might do you good to get
out of the house, yeah, Lizzie?

- I suppose it'll be
alright with the three of us.

Fat?

How could you get
fat bouncing around on

that bloody bike?

- I don't know, but I do.

I wear trousers all
the time in this heat.

- Thrush.

- Yeah.

- Then there's the crick
neck and the sunburn

and insects.

- So why do you do it?

- It's a lot of fun.

- Jeez, you wouldn't get
me on one of those bikes

for a million bloody bucks.

Oh, Lizzie.

- I'm going home.

- How many of them were there?

- Which?

- Well it's not too hard to
work out what happened.

- Yeah, well I'd just mind
my own business if I were you.

Okay?

Oh, you know, Tim and me.

On again, off again.

His wife pissed off on
him about seven years ago.

He reckons he got the
rough end of the stick.

- And did he?

- Yeah, I reckon.

She ran off with some
bloke she reckon had

more get up and go.

If you get the idea.

- And I suppose he's
been hurting ever since?

- Right.

Aw, you know how it is with men.

They just need one thing,
one woman, to go wrong,

and then they've got an excuse.

- I think it's their mothers.

Yeah well anyway.

We'll see.

Oh god.

- Here we go.

Do you want something?

- Yeah, you wanna
give it to us, honey?

- You couldn't
cope with me, boy.

So why don't you just piss off?

- Oh geez.
- Oh yes ma'am.

Whatever you reckon.

- Just kids.

- You didn't know that.

- Nice little place.

- You reckon?

Yeah.

It used to be my
mum's 'til she died.

You wanna come
in and have a cuppa?

You got time.

The station's
just over that way.

- Look, thanks, Tina,

but I've gotta go and
pick up my spare parts.

- I'll tell you what, I
wouldn't mind a few

spare parts myself.

- I know what you mean.

- Aye.

Anyways, see ya.

Be careful, okay?

- Bye.

- She's getting away, grab her!

Playing hard to get, aye?

Now that your friend isn't here,

you get us all to yourself.

- Tonight's the
night, sweetheart.

- Bloody grab her!

What are you doing,
for Christ's sake?

- Shit.

- What the hell were you
doing down there anyway?

- What has that
got to do with it?

- What were you doing there?

- Picking up a parcel,
if you must know.

- Oh well, couldn't it have
waited until the morning?

- No, I am a citizen.

I have every right
to do whatever...

- Do you think I've
got nothing better to do

than to run around these
streets day and night

nurse mating
bloody fools like you?

- Now I'm a fool?

- We're talking about four boys.

Boys.

Having a bit of fun.

- Hey girls, what do
you do for a bit of fun?

- Don't get smart
with me, girly.

Just stay off the street.

- They're down at the hospital.

Steve Hemingway's got 15
stitches in his arm and face.

- I could charge you.

- Charge me?

And when will you start
on the fun loving boys?

Driving under age,
driving with a blood alcohol

above the prescribed limit,

negligent driving,

conspiracy, uh, attempted
abduction, assault.

- Put on, ya love.
- Yeah.

- Well, well.

A bit of a bush lawyer, are we?

- A barrister, as
a matter of fact.

Yeah, well.

Pretty funny bloody barrister.

Eh?

- Yes.

Sargent.

- Well you can rest
assured I'll be speaking

to the fathers of the boys
first thing in the morning.

-And that's it, a little chat?

- No, I might have to
kick a few bums as well.

- Alright, let's talk about you.

Failure to act on a
legitimate complaint,

dereliction of duty...

- Alright miss barrister.

You wanna lay charges?

- No.

Forget it.

I couldn't be bothered.

Shit.

- Gas and check
the lot Danny mate?

- Yeah, five bucks.

Morning.

You got her all fixed, aye?

You must've worked all night.

Why are you in such
a big hurry, asta?

You know, I'll be
really sorry to see you

just disappear.

- Leave my bike alone please.

Lizzie.

Lizzie!

Hello Lizzie.

- Andrew.

Listen to me please.

You've got to tell my
dad what really happened.

Andrew.

Please.

How could you let them do that?

Please.

Just tell him I didn't know.

- Lizzie, look!

It's all over okay?

- No.

Please, you've got to
tell him I'm not a slut.

Please.

- Get out of this car!

- Tell him!
- Get in the house.

- Aye, Curtis.

Keep an eye on that girl.

She's gettin' a name.

A real little goer.

- I just can't go in
today, Dulce, I can't.

- She told me to put
someone else on.

- Well just today,
Dulce, I can't.

- I can't cover for you, love.

You'll lose your job.

- Hang on.

Tim!

Somebody's got to
stay with Lizzie, son.

- Well I've got two
share destructions

I gotta finish working on

or I'll get no work at all
from this drill mining run off.

- Would you listen,
miss cadell, please?

Will you stay with little Liz?

Just for today?

Could you?

- Go on, doll.

What's another day to you?

- Oh, bless ya, love.

Come on, norm.

Come on.

Go away.

Oh, leave me alone, gran.

- It's not your gran,
she had to go to work.

Lizzie?

- What?

- For what it's worth,

I believe you.

- I was so stupid, wasn't I?

I didn't do one thing to them.

I just sort of sat alone.

And talked and that.

Andrew.

He said he loved me.

- Lizzie, it wasn't you.

It wasn't Lizzie Curtis.

It was just a woman, anybody.

I think I might go for a swim.

Oh!

It's lovely, isn't it?

- You must be rich.

- Why?

- I don't know.

Just the way you talk.

How you're traveling
around for no reason.

And you're not...

You're not careful.

- No, maybe I've
never had to be.

- Have you got a boyfriend?

- Yes, a long,
suffering boyfriend.

Then how come
you're traveling around

on your own then?

Sorry.

- No, that's alright.

He had to work and,

I wanted some time on my own.

- Does he love you?

Well don't you
want to get married?

- Uh huh.

I am getting on, you know?

- Yeah.

- Do you think I should be
careful and say yes, Lizzie?

- I don't know.

- Perhaps I will.

Careful and very respectable.

- Then no more motorbikes.

- I'll drive a tank.

- And have a big house.

- With curtains and
bars on the windows.

- Champagne on the terrace.

Oh, drunk every night.

- Even go to the hairdressers.

- I'll have to get
a facelift at 40.

- Gentlemen will kiss your hand.

- Lizzie, when I
meet a gentleman,

he can kiss me
wherever he wants.

- Woo!

- Hi, Liz.

- Hi.

Have they got
anything better to do?

- No.

- That's not a bad bike.

- Thank you.

What can it do?

- Oh, around 190k.

- You like something big
between your legs, do ya?

- If it does 190k.

Now if you don't mind.

You're flooding
my carbies, mates.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- 0h.

Sorry.

- Do you wanna go for a ride?

- Yeah.

Keys?

- Sorry, I only got it back
together this morning.

Shift back.

- Give her heaps.

- Oh, oh, oh.

- Hang on tight mate.

- Could you all
stand back please?

Sorry, I'd thought you'd
ridden on a bike before.

- Hang on real tight.

- Woo!

I'll get it, Gary.

Oh, it won't be long.

Okay then.

Okay, thank you.

Okay, bye bye.

- Been riding on the
big machine, aye?

You've come on fast, Liz.

They're saying you'll
ride anything, aye?

How's about a go with
our gazzer some time?

Aye?

- What's going on?

What's going on?

Have you finished
that block yet?

Well get to it.

What's going on?

- Yeah, ask her.

Bitch.

Okay, so maybe you aren't
meant to get into her pants.

Okay.

- Leave that.

Put it down.

Here's what I owe you.

Good thing I didn't
see you this morning.

Now just get your
things and get out.

You're fired.

Just a minute.

- You're an asshole, Curtis.

And piss weak as well!

- I want an answer.

- Yeah, ask her,
that'll be right.

You don't believe anything
I say anymore, do you?

Anyone but me.

I'm not your little virgin
daughter anymore, am I?

Of course I said yes to Jimmy.

I wanted him.

But nevermind that,
you don't wanna know.

Ask her, go on!

You think I'm a little slut.

- I don't know what I've been,

what I've been thinking

of

What's wrong with me.

I'm sorry, Liz.

I love you.

Well then.

I don't know.

Maybe I feel what
goes on this town

couldn't touch us.

That sort of thing
happens to other people.

Not your own family.

But you find out
things about yourself

you didn't wanna know.

- Yeah.
- Talking about me?

- Hello love.

I thought you'd
be asleep by now.

- How could I be with you
two raving under my window?

- You still going tomorrow?
- Uh huh.

First thing in the morning.

- What was that?

- Do you have to?

- Asta's got her own life, Liz.

- Hey, hey.

You forgot the e.

Hey.

- Shh, shut up.

- What the hell do
you think you're doing?

- Shit.

- Hey, wait a minute!

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey, what are you gonna do?

Hey, hey.

What are ya...

Hey, what are you gonna do?

Hey, what are ya doin'?

Leave me alone.

Hey, Bruce!

Bruce, wait!

- Hey.

Thanks for what you done.

- Hi.

- Oh, you're still here.

- Good to see you, Lizzie.

How you feelin' love?

- Alright.

Coming back to work, are ya?

- Having a good
old gossip, are you?

Talking about me?

- No one's talking
about you, Lizzie Curtis.

- Oh, bullshit.

Of course you're
talking about her.

But she's the latest.

- Oh, give it up Rita.

Just because a few
little sluts in this town

get what they deserve.

- Don't worry sweetheart,
we're going straight home.

- Little sluts?

Is that how you explain it?

You stupid bitch.

- Bullshit, Lizzie Curtis.

I've seen at those
footy club dances.

You got what was coming to you.

- You dumb bitch, Lynn.

What are you lookin' at?

- What?

- Yeah, you two.

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

- They're your sons.

They're bloody animals.

- Don't talk to
me about animals.

What kind of woman is that
biker friend there of yours?

Roaming the streets at night
and gettin' my son 15 stitches.

- Your son goes
roaming the streets

at night molesting women.

What kind of a mother are you?

- What?

What's she been saying, aye?

- Lizzie.

Lizzie, you can't
say things like that.

My Bruce has never
been in trouble in his life.

- Well he's gonna
be in trouble now.

And so is your little Steve!

Lizzie.

- You lying little tart.

Slut.

- Lizzie!

Lizzie!

Will you really Liz?

Really get them all?

- No sense in leaving any out.

- Then I will too.

I will if you will.

I'll get 'em Liz.

For god's sake, get in the car.

- People are gonna claim
you're just making it all up.

You've already left it too long.

- Dad, we're gonna
ring the hospital.

We're getting medical evidence.

- 0h.

You leave it to someone
else to be brave, Lizzie.

We've gotta put
all this behind us.

- Look, Liz.

You're not penny Ross.

She's as hard as nails.

- Yeah, used to be.

- Yeah.

She tried laying charges.

- So people would never
talk to her in the street.

She was a joke.

- Yeah, I remember you laughing.

- It didn't even get
to court because,

for god lovers Lizzie,
you've already left...

- Dad.

Tina?

Look, I know other girls.

Lots of them.

They could easily be
doing what I'm gonna do,

but no, everyone just says,
"remember penny Ross?"

Why don't you just go and
hide until the shame goes away?

And nothing ever happens.

- Well mum.

- I've ironed your dress, love.

Aye.

Here they come.

- Now what do we do?

- Nothin'.

We stay calm.

Andy?

You go come.

You too, mate.

But nobody does a
disappearing act, right?

Let's let the sargent play.

Policemen will play along.

Now everybody knows what to say?

- We're gonna need
that lawyer again.

- It's alright, mate.

We'll get him.

Won't we, Andy?

- Yeah.

- Dad.

Don't come in.

There's things I have
to say that I don't,

I don't want you...

- I said that I would.

You put a dress on.

Maybe I should
have got changed too.

I thought you
weren't comin', Liz.

- Lorna.

Look, for god's sake.

- Yeah.

- The football
season's starting.

We have a Jim cana soon.

I mean, there's a
whole town here.

Something like this
could turn neighbors,

households against each other.

I imagine your business
could suffer, Mr. Curtis.

- It might.

- Naturally I feel responsible,

and just because it's my
own son apparently involved.

- Of course.

- Are you here on the
capacity of the Curtis'

legal advisor, miss cadell?

- Oh, I don't know.

Tim, do you want me to go?

- Uh, no.

You stay.

Please.

-Yes, well, I had
hoped, Mr. Curtis,

that you and I might
have discussed this

one parent to another.

However, you see, these charges.

Isn't there some way we can
resolve this amongst ourselves?

If Lizzie really feels
she was wronged.

- She was wronged, Mrs. Rudolph.

- Oh dear.

I'm so sorry, Lizzie darling.

But revenge is...

- What?

- Well these things happen.

Oh, I don't want to
seem unreasonable, but,

how about a holiday, darling?

Or some lovely new clothes.

- Don't you want
want a holiday, Liz?

Singapore, Disneyland?

Anywhere you want?

Lovely new clothes?

How much are you offering
in cash, mrs, Rudolph?

- I didn't have a
precise figure in mind.

- But you are prepared
to be very generous?

- Of course.

Picking up a little business
while you're here, miss cadell?

Well let me make
one thing very clear.

My family is not going to
be dragged through the mud

because of some
little factory girl.

- Well I think you've made
yourself perfectly clear.

Well that's a taunt.

- I'll be right with ya, sarge.

Don't go without me.

- You're just gonna
take the girls word for it,

are you, wal?

- A little bit she hops
and you jump, aye?

- It's my job, gentlemen.

The girl laid charges.

Serious charges.

Now come on Robert.

Move.

- He's a working
man, you know, wal.

- Out of working, working man.

What's the bail?

- Bail?

You all know
that's not up to me.

- Hey fellas.

Reckon we'd better
have a whip around

and start a fighting fund.

- Not a bad idea, gezzer.

Nice one, gezzer.

- Alright, take them
down and get on with it.

- Don't worry about
a thing, Danny boy.

We'll see you right.

- Dale Owens.

- Six she reckons.

Ought to be grateful.

- Catch ya's later.

- Just because a few lads
act like nature intended.

- She reckons six.

Maybe she's just skating.

Any more for the fighting fund?

Come on you blokes.

Now here's
the man we want to see.

- Oh god.

Now you lot settle down.

G'day.

- Wal.

- Listen, I, I wouldn't
come in here if I was you.

- Probably, wal.

- Look, I believe your
girl's story, alright?

I believe her,
and I'm real sorry.

But you coming down here?

What's that gonna prove?

- I just want a beer.

I haven't had one for 20 years.

- Yeah, what is this Tim?

What's going on?

- I don't Earl,
suppose you tell me.

- Now don't be a
smart ass, Tim boy.

Didn't you see the coppers?

Had my son and those
other blokes under arrest.

- Give us a glass, please, Beth.

Nothing new on that call.

Your boy's been arrested before.

- Bloody hell,
Tim, this is serious.

- You're right, it is.

- Now come on Tim.

No hard feelings.

Man to man, old son.

Your girl, what's her name?

Lizzie.

- Watch what you say, Phil.

- Aye, you're dozy, Tim boy.

You're the last to know.

Caught her coming
home this time, did ya?

- Yeah my little
Steve, he's a good boy.

He hasn't been in
any trouble before.

- Your good boy, eh?

Your good boy probably
held my Lizzie down.

All those other good boys...

- Doesn't need any holding
down from what I hear.

- Alright, gentlemen, right-o.

You two, outside.

The rest of ya, be your
age and settle down.

Right?

Happy?

You do your drinking
alone for a bit, aye?

- I didn't come here
looking for trouble.

- Get your girl to drop it, Tim.

- Anyway.

"Where is me dinner?" He says.

"I'm tired," I say.

"You'll just have
to get your own."

Well you should have seen him.

"Not enough a man's got to
ask you for me drinking money,"

he says, "and can't
even get his dinner."

- Hasn't he heard
of women's liberate?

- You're a career woman, love.
- Oh yeah that'd be right.

So then he says, he says, "if
you won't get me me dinner,

"I aint gonna rooch us no more

"and I'll find myself
a real woman."

- Go on, he'd never.

- Blood oath, he did.

- So what'd you do, Rita?

- Got him his dinner.

Oh yeah, what can you do?

- Well, I wasn't gonna miss out.

I've been thinking
about it all day.

- 0h Rita.

- Oh look at little miss sweet.

Go on, you like a bit
when it's nice, don't ya?

Well it's nice.

- What happened, dad?

- Nothing.

Why don't you get a hold
of that detective bloke.

- Alright.

Let's take 'em down.

You know.

Dad.

Should I get that?

- No.

Yeah, would you?

Please, love.

- That was Betty on the
phone down at the pub.

She reckons all
the boys will be back

on the streets within the hour.

Oh yeah.

Seems Mrs. Bloody
Rudolph's gone on bond.

And get this?

The blokes at the pub
passed a hat around.

A big joke.

- The justice of the peace
has been apprised of the

facts and bail has been
approved and posted.

- I want an injunction
restraining any of these men

from coming anywhere
near the Curtis house

and specifically,
miss Curtis herself.

- Oh do ya?

Well that's coming
on a bit strong, isn't it?

I mean.

- Jesus, how far is
she gonna take this?

- This time you're
going to jail.

- Did you hear that?

Did you hear what she said?

- Yeah, I heard.

- Our blokes are gonna
run rings around her, aye?

She's done this before mate.

- You can tell.
- She just sounds good.

Right, she's got
you scared, has she?

Oh, Wayne's just
pissed his pants.

Come on, let's go to the pub.

- Might be best to get
out of town for a bit.

- Yeah, until things quiet down.

- She can go to your
sister down in esperance.

- Sure, they'd love that.

That's really admitting
they've got you scared.

- You should be scared.

- Give her a break, asta.

- Why?

Do you think they're gonna
give her a break out there?

Do you wanna hear some
pretty stories about women

who have laid charges?

- Well anyway, I'm not scared.

Well not with you around.

- But what about you, Lizzie?

What about you
sticking up for yourself?

- I can.

- Can you?

What if there's no one?

I think you'd just freeze up.

- No, I wouldn't..

- Oh you'll be ready, aye?

- Hey, Lizzie.
- Stop it.

- Pretty little Lizzie.

- You should cut it out, asta.

- Stop it.

No.

Stop it!

- You can't count
on anyone Lizzie.

- Come on, fight back!
- No, stop it!

- Alright.

- You can't count
on anyone, Lizzie.

Yeah, at least like that.

And smile.

He thinks he's got you, right?

Lift your knee up
right into his balls,

do you understand?

That's gonna hurt him badly.

And your hands, Lizzie.

These little hands.

You can do a lot with them.

Dig in here, in the
windpipe, and just pull hard.

Alright?

Or else just go for the eyes.

Just go for the eyes.

- The eyes?
- You heard me.

- I didn't bring
her up for this.

- Do you think I like it?

Do you think I like
watching every shadow

and jumping at every sound?

Alright.

Now, he's got you.

He's got you like this, alright?

- Oh, asta.

Asta.

What if there's six?

- I don't know, Lizzie.

- Hi Melina.

Here we are.

Well, we going in?

- We are.

You's fellas can
do what you like.

- Get us some
more beer, rich boy.

- You don't have to...

Alright.

-And some smokes!

- Hi Danny.

Me and Rachel aren't
doing anything tonight.

- Yeah?

Well.

What a night, aye?

Saturday night.

Cheer up, little Stevie, mate.

Now listen, it'll be the
children's call for you anyways,

so forget it.

- G'day, Danny mate.

Cradle snatching tonight, aye?

Piss off.

- Aye, Susan.

- Do you wanna dance, Steve?

- Oh shit.

- Can we come?

- Hey asta.

Take a whiff of this.

Isn't that beautiful?

- Mmm, yeah.

- I used to wear that
scent when I was about 18.

I was wearing it
when I told his father.

Funny to think people
have been walking on her

up there, aye?

God, I'd love to do that.

Gran.

- Yeah.

Walking on the moon.

I have dreams about it.

- Where'd you go, mate?

- I was supposed to
be meeting these birds

down the sports ground
and they never showed.

- Here you go, boys.

Something's
got into these women.

Something?

Bloody Lizzie Curtis.

- The whole family think
they're bloody Christmas.

- Aw, stuff 'em.

Stuff 'em all on.

Why don't we go
for a little drive?

It's a nice night.

- Shit.

What's going on?

- Get Norma!

Lizzie, get dressed.

Stay low from
where the lights are.

Come on, where's your gran?

We hear she
turns it on for the boys!

- Come on.

Let's go.

- Come on, come on.

Hey, hey, over here!

Come on.

Hey, hey.

- For god's sake,
get Lizzie out of here.

Get out of here, you bastards.

- Come on, let's
get out of here.

- Get you at curtains, bastard!

- Lizzie.

- Now, mum!

- Go!

Get away, go away!

Go ahead, mum.

- Drive back.

I'll send cuddy, or someone.

Just go!

- I knew I shouldn't
have gone home.

- Oh my god.

- You gotta find mum, Tina.

- Where's Norma?

- I don't know.

- They took the truck.

Lizzie.

- She's safe, Jim, she's safe.

Oh shit.

- We'll go and look for her now.

Take him to the hospital!

Take my car.

Look for Rita, look for anyone.

- There's trouble down
at the Curtis place.

- What sort of trouble?

- The boys have been there.

Ross, we're going by the river.

You go by the rail way!

- Right-o, doll.

- Alright?

- Alright, ducle.

- You bloody burnt
me, you old bitch!

- You dirt licking bastards!

- Well what are we
gonna do with her?

- You're gonna do nothing!

Bastards!

I'm gonna get you!

Name every one of ya's!

- Fighting back,
aye, you grandma?

I'll tell what we're
gonna do with her.

Get her out of the truck.

She's gonna go blabbing.

We'll give her something
to really blab about.

Get her out, mate.

- I see where
Lizzie gets it from.

- Yeah, she was
a real tiger, aye?

- Shut up, shut up!

-Ah shit, she bit me!

- Bridge.

The railway bridge.

- Now don't do
that again, granny.

Making all that noise.

Don't you wanna
have a bit of fun?

Holy shit.

- Get up!

- Get off of me, you bastard!

- Now do your job,
you useless bastard!

Get up!

- Let me go you pig!

Let me go!

- Tim.

Is me son alright?

- It'll be alright, love.

- Where is my Lizzie?

- She's alright.

- I don't know.

Where is she?

- Help!

Please help!

- Shut her up, get her in!

Lizzie!

Lizzie!

- Well where are we
going, for Christ's sake?

- Shut up.

- Help!

- Shut her up.

- The bitch bit me!

- Shut her up.

They wonder why
you're a weak turd!

- Stop it!

Stop the car!

Stop it!

Danny, Danny, stop the car!

- We can go out in the morning

and look for her
as soon as it's light.

- Stand back, there
now, stand back, please.

They say they've been at
the Rudolph place since nine.

- Ha.

- Yeah, come on.

Gavin!

Now look, will you
stand back, please?

Gavin!

Now clear the way here.

- Where is she?

- Can we get on
with this, sargent?

- Shut up.

- Where is she?

- She?

Who's she?

- We've just been
having a few drinks

at my place, miss cadell.

Ask my mother.

- Tell me or I'll break ya neck.

- Yeah?

You and whose army?

Now get out of my
way, you mad dyke.

Oh, Jesus.

- You cunt.

Women.

Lousy, stickin' cunts!

Get her off him, cuddy.

Stop it!

She'll kill him.

No, asta, you'll kill him.

- It wasn't meant to happen.

We just wanted to...

Andrew.

The road.

The quarry.

The road down by the quarry.

Do not
say one more word, Andrew!

- It's a pity she didn't
finish you off, mate.

- 0h.

- Mother of god.

- Are you alright, Rita?

- Well.

I hope you're bloody satisfied.

- No wal.

We're not bloody satisfied.

Not by a long way.

Mate.

- Sargent?

I'll be down the police
station at nine o'clock.

Okay?

I'll be laying charges.

And this time,

I'm not running away.

Okay?

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