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There's nothing here.

How long do you reckon we have to stay out here for?

Another 15 minutes, just to keep her happy.

Okay.

There used to be thousands of 'em!

Didn't have to hunt 'em like this.

It's too cold for prawns!

That's why there's nobody else here!

Ah, we used to just chuck the net in

and scoop up a couple of pounds of 'em.

Anytime of the year. - Yeah, yeah.

People are greedy now.

They aren't happy just to get a feed.

Hey, I've got something!

Something strayed into my net!

Well, pull it out of the water!

Go on!

- It's a fish. - What sort of fish?

- It's a beauty! - What is it?

Oh, bugger. It's a bloody mullet.

Oh, chuck it back.

No way! I caught it!

It's a mullet! They're not good for anything!

They're all right.

They're good.

I'm not eating that. No way.

When you work in a pub,

people tell you things they wouldn't tell anyone else.

This isn't my story.

I'm in it, but it's not about me.

It mightn't be right, but it's the way I remember it.

People think that country towns

are full of rednecks and gossip

or they think they're about home spun wisdom

and preserved fruit.

There's some of that here,

but mostly, it's full of people

just trying to get on with each other.

Most of this town's stories are about people getting married

and having kids, or they're about petty scandals,

or people leaving.

This one's about someone coming back.

- Going to Coollawarra? - Yeah.

You can hop in the back, if you want.

Ta.

Do we have to go through this every time?

Gary, just take the money.

They'll do me for corruption,

if I don't pay for the bastards.

Mate, it's just a couple of leather jackets.

- Just take the money. - Look, you me mate.

Now, is it unreasonable for a mate to give a mate a fish?

And what about poor old Jesus, eh?

When he was handing out the loaves and the fishes?

Was that corruption? I don't bloody think so.

If you don't take the money, I'm gonna have to arrest you

for attending to corrupt an officer of the law.

Geez, you're a hard bastard.

Hard...

But fair.

Yeah, just try 'em with a bit of flour, all right?

Fried with a bit of butter and parsley.

♪ Well, I'm not looking for anyone else ♪

♪ And I'm not searching for big answers ♪

♪ I'm just sifting through ♪

♪ All these memories of you ♪

♪ All these versions of you ♪

- Hey, copper. - Hey.

Where's my fish?

I had a shit of a morning.

Bad?

Yeah, like not good.

What? No fish?

I thought we'd have the mullet.

No.

Got some leather jackets.

How are you?

I'm good

- Kids good? - Yeah, they were good.

Didn't worry you, Mom going on the other night?

Nah. I like your mom.

You like kids, too.

Please, Pete!

You work with 'em all day!

No, I don't wanna have another fight about this!

Just want you to think about it.

Yeah, but I told you when we got married.

- Yeah, I know. - I'd be a fucked mom.

- You'd be good. - No, I wouldn't.

Yes, you would.

Hey, you know what'd be good?

- What? - A puppy.

A puppy would be good.

We could get a big one and train it to be an attack dog.

It'd be good.

We don't need a dog.

Yeah, well, we don't need one,

but we might want one, mightn't we?

Hey? Do you reckon?

Puppy would be good, hey?

Puppy.

Hey? - I gotta go to footy.

- What? - I gotta go to footy.

See ya.

See ya.

- Thanks a lot. - No worries.

Where is everyone?

Crows are playing. Hey, aren't you Col's kid?

As far as I know.

Don't they call you Mullet?

That's what some people call me.

Footy star, right?

No, mate.

So, you didn't go up to Sydney to play first grade?

No, I didn't. Listen, is the car yard open?

Down there.

Ta.

Get off him.

Get off him!

Back off!

Oh!

He ducked into it, ref. Ref, he ducked into it.

Get him off!

Oi.

Too high, mate. Off.

Oh, that's bullshit! Jazza, Jazza, Jazza!

Come on, Alan. He ducked into it.

You're a copper.

You're supposed to be setting a good example to the kids.

Hit 'em around the legs. They can't run without legs!

How many times have I gotta tell you?

- Think I meant to do it? - What?

Do you think I meant to do it?

Right, it's our penalty. Let's get set.

Fuck me dead. Mullet, you mongrel.

How you been?

Who's that bloke?

Just a bloke.

Hey, Kay. Two Reschs, thanks.

G'day, Eddie.

I didn't know you were back in town.

Hey, Kay.

Kay's off.

Is that the best you can do?

Three years and "Hey, Kay" is the best you can do?

Well, it rhymed.

I want a proper hi, you bastard!

Can I finish?

I just got in today.

So, what are you doing back?

Oh, thought I'd see how many people

I can give the shits to.

Yeah, well, you can put me down as the first.

Heard you were in London, working on some big paper.

I've never been there in my life.

So what have you been doing?

Not much.

You gonna flush that?

I'm the stupid bitch who has to clean that out

in the morning.

And wash your hands, you grab.

Yeah, it's good to see you, ya ugly bastard.

Yeah, well, I wish I could say the same about you.

Now, now, I heard that you was a big movie producer

now over in Hollywood.

Oh, yeah. Who told you that?

I don't know. Someone told me.

So, um, what about, what about Gary?

How come he wasn't playing today?

- Gary? - Gary?

Gaza.

- Oh, he's not- - Yeah, he is.

- Is he? - He is, yeah.

Three years.

Three years.

Three years and three kids. True.

- It's not Sandy. - Yep.

Three years ago. You been away that long?

Yeah.

Oh!

Stupid cow, Robbie.

He could've spilled my beer.

What's the matter, brother? Aren't you glad to see me?

What's going on out there?

Oh, it's just the Maloney's, Dad.

Eddie's back.

- Mullet? - Yeah.

Oh, for fuck sake!

I thought we got rid of him for good!

Tell 'em to behave or they're out the bloody door!

Yeah, it's a head-high tackle.

Hey, are you hungry,

or are you gonna play with that thing all night?

Gotta make it safe.

Guess what? - What?

I heard Eddie's in town.

So what's gonna happen?

Are they gonna stop you playing or-

Yeah, probably. A couple of weeks.

Have you seen him?

Yeah, he was at the game.

What did he want?

I don't know. I only saw him.

Well why did you say that you heard he was in town

when you saw him?

- Whatever. - Yeah.

I'm the one that should be worried.

And why should you be worried?

So, what are you doing back?

I'm not back. I'm just visitin'.

What do you want?

Doesn't matter what I want. Only matters what I can get.

Not very much, then.

What about you?

Thought you were gonna get outta here as soon as you could?

Ah, I went for a bit, but somebody's gotta run the pub,

now that Mom's gone.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

What? That she ran off with a poker machine repair man?

That's not funny.

Yeah, I dreamt I'd eaten a large marshmallow

and when I woke up, my pillow was gone.

That's not funny at all.

Hey, you want to go easy on that, mate.

Tell her to. She's the one driving.

Why am I driving? Why don't I drink and you drive?

Look, just stop being a cop for a minute

and have your go, Pete.

I'm just concerned, that's all. Aren't I allowed to care?

Oh, don't give us that.

Hey, aren't you getting anyone else a drink?

Thought everyone else was bloody driving.

You gonna have your go, mate?

You see Eddie at the game?

Blackjack.

You Mongrel.

Maybe we should have a barbie.

- Sucked in. - Sucked in.

Yeah.

- Everyone together. - Pick up seven.

Mm-hm.

What was that?

What?

- Did you hear something? - I didn't hear anything.

Think I'll check the car.

Work 24 hours a day. Doesn't stop.

What about Jonesy? He's all right, isn't he?

Jonesy? He's bloody useless.

Okay, now you're your first.

Well done!

That's very good. Okay, Jazz.

Want me to take that off? Okay, go, Jazz.

- Now here we go! - Oh, nearly.

Another go. Oh, here we go.

One more.

- What about we move it here? - Yeah, we can move it there.

Or we can move it right here!

All right, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here.

No, you shouldn't. You should just stay away.

Are you staying?

- I don't know. - You don't know?

No. I don't know.

Gee, that's unlike you, Eddie. Really is.

Jeez, you look good.

What do you want?

What makes you think I want something?

Because you always want something.

Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here.

It wasn't fair.

And what's that supposed to mean?

What, is there some fair way

of just turning up after three years?

I'm sorry, I, I shouldn't have punched in the head.

No, no, no, no. It's all right, I deserved it.

What's that? You married?

You know I'm married.

Who to?

To Pete. We got married last year in October.

So why didn't anyone let me know?

Well, nobody knew where you were.

- That's bullshit. - They tried.

- Such bullshit. - Eddie, people tried!

People tried to find you!

So who's this Mullet bloke, then?

Just a bloke.

People keep saying he was a good footy player.

- I don't think so. - No?

How good was he?

What do you care?

Don't get the shits. I'm just asking.

You mates with him?

Yeah, I suppose.

Well, either you are or you aren't.

He's my brother.

Hello.

Hello! Come here, Zip.

Hey, come here, you grumpy old girl.

Hey? Yeah, you're a weakly old mongrel.

Yeah.

All right?

Hello.

Hello, you dirty old mongrel.

You took your time getting out here.

Call your mother. - Oh, what?

She's still not talking to ya? - Just call her.

- Mom! - Now what's all this?

Like a rat looking through a straw broom.

Mom!

Well, you got a bloody kiss for me or what?

Yeah, all right.

Our Zip. She misses ya.

Hm.

Well, come on.

Gonna stand around here like a bunch of Anglicans?

Let's go inside. - Yeah, hang on a minute.

Tell your father it can wait till after a cup of tea.

It'll just take a minute. Something I wanna show you.

Here we go.

Well?

What?

The toilet.

The toilet?

The toilet.

It's a bloody flush toilet.

Put it in a couple of months ago.

Oh, right.

Yeah.

It's good, Dad. It's good.

Here. Don't you wanna see it flush?

No, no! Take your word for it.

Listen.

It's beautiful.

What are they?

Just some photos.

Of the wedding?

Aren't you gonna show it to me?

- You wanna see 'em? - Why not?

Oh, they're nice.

It's a pity I couldn't be there, eh?

Oh, don't start.

What do you mean don't start?

You didn't think it'd bother me when I found out?

If anybody knew where you were.

Oh, bullshit, Dad.

You didn't want me there.

We wanted you there. We just couldn't find you.

Everybody wanted you there.

Even Peter wanted you there.

Just nobody wanted the shit that goes with having you.

Well, should I go now?

Stop it.

Look, we're gonna sit down and have a cup of tea.

Ed, tell your father to get me a bloody microwave.

- Dad, get Mom a microwave. - Piss off.

I tried, Mom. I tried.

Give you cancer.

They don't give you cancer.

They bloody do!

Tell him he's a miserable old shit.

How long you home for, Ed?

Oh, I don't know.

Where you gonna be staying?

Down at the van.

Who said you could stay there?

Of course you can stay there! It's my brother's van.

It's got nothing to do with your father.

So, what is it this time, Mom?

How come you're not talking to him this time?

I've got nothing to say to him.

Oh! "Nothing to say."

Listen to her. She's full of it, isn't she?

Tell him he can go on as much as he wants.

It's just water off a duck's back.

So why do you two stay together?

- What do you mean? - We do all right.

We do all right.

Tell your father he's right.

♪ One day, you're gonna go missin' ♪

♪ Missin' all the love we used to share ♪

♪ One day, you're gonna go missin' ♪

♪ I wonder if anybody's gonna care ♪

♪ There will come a day when all your friends say ♪

♪ Hey now, didn't he treat you good ♪

♪ And on that day, you'll look the other way and wonder why ♪

♪ You never did anything about it when you could ♪

Christ, Eddie.

Tell him to shut up.

♪ One day, you're going to be sorry ♪

♪ Sorry for the love you let slide through your hands ♪

♪ One day, you're going to be sorry ♪

♪ And everybody's gonna understand ♪

Mad as a cut snake.

Come to the footy.

I don't wanna come to the footy.

I don't care. Come anyway.

I can't help you with deep sea work, mate.

What about mullet?

Mullet?

Yeah, Mullet, mate. Mullet.

You know what mullet are?

- Yeah. - Very sweet fish.

Soft, textured flesh.

Mm.

You used to go up with your dad, didn't ya?

Well, what about his boat?

So you'll take a few?

I don't know, mate. I might be just winding you up.

I might be setting you up for a fall.

Well, that leaves me in a bit of a bind, don't you think?

Ah, a few, mate. We'll take a few.

So, I hear you're married.

- Yeah, I've heard that too. - Hm.

And how's that?

Ah, it's all right. You know?

Got some kids.

- Three. - Yeah.

Little buggers.

Well, you must be working pretty hard then, huh?

Ah, you know. Head down, bum up.

Lot to be said for that kind of work.

So, it's all right, is it?

I mean, this marriage business?

Oh, I don't think about it, mate.

And you? What about you and Tully?

What?

Well, isn't that why you came back?

No.

- No? - No.

Yeah, whatever.

Well, mate, look, I better be getting back to work,

otherwise I'll be sacking me.

Been good to see you, bud. - Yeah.

Get it along the line. Come on!

Yeah, yeah, yeah! That's the one!

Watch those passes.

Come on!

- G'day. - What...

Ah. Look what the cat dragged in.

So you wanna run, do you?

Wouldn't mind.

Go and get your gear on.

Get it out.

All right, same line.

Walk it!

One line.

All right, now stretch it out!

Oh, if you can't run in a bloody straight line,

how do you expect to play as a team?

Back and do it again.

Didn't think you'd still be playing.

Well, I haven't for a while.

You take my place.

Eh?

I'll be out for a few weeks.

It was that high tackle.

Take my place.

What do you want?

Want? What makes you think I want something?

In a pub, people usually want something.

- What something? - A drink.

People could want a drink. That's a possibility.

What do you think I want?

Well, I think you want a smack in the head.

But why don't you try a drink?

People have been known to enjoy them.

Okay, I'll go for the drink.

And I'll let you surprise me on what else I get.

♪ Home sweet home didn't turn out like we thought it would ♪

♪ When you look at me, I feel that I'm no good ♪

♪ You're up and walking to the door ♪

♪ Fed up and don't know what it's for ♪

♪ You're walking to that door ♪

♪ Don't know where you're going and I ♪

♪ Don't know if I really care ♪

♪ All I want to do ♪

♪ Is hang my head and cry ♪

Come here you bugger.

Yeah.

I saw him yesterday.

How was he?

Same.

How you mean, the same?

Don't go funny on me Pete.

What, have you got a problem with me talking to him?

No.

Well, if you do, just say so!

I will.

Did you tell him?

About us? Yeah.

- How was that? - Oh, it was all right.

What about seeing him? How, how was seeing him?

Well, it's fine. It's been three years, you know?

I'm fine. It's all over.

He gave me the shits a bit, being a smart arse.

- On the fridge. - Ta.

You used to enjoy that.

No, it just gave me the shits.

So, what do you think about it?

I don't know.

You don't know?

For once, just for once, Pete,

why can't you just tell me how you feel about something?

What are you afraid of?

Nothing.

If you wanna know something, just ask me.

Oh, God. I did, I did!

I just asked you the bloody question!

What're you getting so upset-

Nothing!

It's fine.

Tully, what?

What's the point? You won't answer me.

So, what's the point?

See ya.

Tully?

Tully!

Big spunk!

Hey, boofhead!

How are you?

I'm so itchy, I could scratch me insides out.

What's wrong with you?

I've had thrush for three days,

so I've got half a thing of yoghurt up me.

Oh, geez. Why'd you tell me that for?

Well, what'd you ask for, if you didn't wanna know?

I did want to know.

I just don't wanna know all that stuff.

You look like you're gonna have a big cry about it.

Don't chicks in Sydney get thrush?

Course they bloody do.

Then what are you whinging about, you big sook?

You seen Mom and Dad?

Yeah.

You seen Tully?

Did she whack ya?

If she didn't, I bloody should.

Well, it's nice to see you too.

Did I say I wasn't glad to see you? Did I?

No. Don't bloody think so.

What're you doing here?

Thought you hated us all. Too boring for you.

Here's some fish.

For Gary.

- Are you staying? - A while.

I don't know why you bother. Doesn't seem worth it.

Drinking money.

Hey, aren't you supposed to eat the yoghurt?

Yuk! No way!

You going down the pub later?

Maybe.

I might see you down the pub.

Thank you very much.

Hello, Eddie. Where are you?

G'day.

It is.

We like it.

Thought I'd better come out.

Mm. Say g'day?

That's right.

You doing a bit of, uh, mullet fishing?

Mm.

You have a licence, then?

For mullet?

- If you're using a gill net. - Oh, fuck off, Peter.

I suppose it doesn't matter that much.

Gee, thanks.

We tried to find you but no one knew where you were.

Oh, is that right?

How were we supposed to know you were still in Sydney?

You didn't waste much time, did you?

Huh?

Well, you must have gotten in pretty quick after I left.

You just left.

- Yeah. - Just pissed off.

Yes, I did.

You hadn't contacted Tully for three years.

Three years.

And we're supposed to bust a gut to find you,

to invite you to the wedding.

And even if you had come, you would've just got pissed

and started a fight or something.

What're weddings for?

I didn't come out here to start a blue.

Hey, I'm sorry you didn't know.

If you're gonna be around, we're having a barbie.

Be good if you could come.

When?

Saturday.

Beauty. I'll bring some fish.

Good.

Good.

Held.

Get up and play the ball!

Now, move it out across the line! Come on!

Try and get there, Terry, bugger you!

Held!

All right, gentlemen.

And good luck to 'em.

Quick hands!

Not always to the inside. They'll read that.

They'll read that!

That's it. Send it out.

Stay creative!

Feed the line!

Pressure the ball!

Up and play it smartly. That's the way.

Call for it.

We'll be here all night, gentlemen.

We'll be here all bloody night!

Okay, let's go! Pick the runner up!

Good stuff. Good stuff.

That's the way. Along the line.

Use your feet.

Face the ball! Face the ball!

That's the way.

Well done.

All right, another set of six.

Yoghurt's not doing anything. Think it's making it worse.

- Who told you to use yoghurt? - Oh, I read it somewhere.

Who'd be a woman, eh?

Who'd be a bloke?

Wouldn't it be good to have a cock, even just for a day?

- Robbie! - What?

Don't you think it'd be good to see what it's like?

Yeah, probably. It's just that I-

You don't wanna talk about it?

No, not really.

If you had one, it'd make you act stupid.

Do you have to say everything that you think?

- What's wrong with that? - Nothing, it's just...

- What's up your arse? - Nothing's up my arse.

I just don't feel comfortable talking about it

with my sister-in-law, that's all.

"Sister-in-law"?

Christ. You've never called me that before.

He's back a couple of days and everything's different.

It's got nothing to do with him.

So, you gonna play with us or what?

Come on.

- What else are you gonna do? - I'll amuse myself.

Never been able to amuse yourself.

You get bored quicker

than it takes most people to have a hot dinner.

You gonna play with us or what?

Come on.

League's not just a game, you know.

Yeah. It's more than just a game.

That's right!

It's about heart!

It's about getting knocked down, getting back up again.

Getting the ball, getting knocked down again.

About not giving up.

- Here you are. - What's that?

It's a fish.

A mullet?

Yeah, a mullet.

What am I supposed to do with it?

Cook it. Eat it.

But it's a mullet.

Oh, I can't put anything over on you, can I?

They taste like shit.

Thanks.

Hey, it's not your fault that mullet tastes like shit.

That's just a fact of life. You shouldn't take it personal.

Well, here you are. Take it home to Mom.

It'll be woofy by the time I get it there.

Look, do you want the bloody fish or not?

Ah, give us it. Take it home and feed it the chooks.

See you, Dad!

Hooroo.

Hey, hey, hey! What're you doing?

I told you I didn't want one.

I don't want one, all right?

Bought you another beer. Least you could do is drink it.

I don't bloody want it, but here.

I'll tell you what I will do.

Hey, hey. That's not the point, it's not the money.

It's about you going over there,

and buying 'em for your mates.

Fine. I'll get you one.

Fuck him, fuck him!

Why bother with the cunt?

He's always been up himself. Fuck him.

So, what?

I'm a cunt because I don't want the beer?

No, I think you're a cunt because you won't drink the beer

that's been bought for you.

I said I didn't want one,

and he goes and gets me one anyway.

That's because he's your mate,

and that's what mates fucking do!

Look, don't worry about it.

It doesn't matter. I'll drink it.

It does matter!

You've always been too fucking good, haven't you?

Eh?

You want me to drink the beer?

Do you want me to drink the beer?

I'll fucking drink the beer.

Beautiful.

Might have a bit of yours, if you don't mind, mate.

Mm.

That'll do me for now.

What round next?

Well, I tried to get a job on the paper,

but they didn't like my writing.

Then I met some wanker wearing a skivvy at this party.

He got me a job as a copywriter at an agency.

What sort of agency?

Ads.

You were writing ads?

Yeah.

I got pretty good money, too.

Most of it went up my nose.

I acted like a wanker.

Then I got the sack.

When?

Last week.

♪ I'm through with hangin' around ♪

♪ All the boys in town ♪

♪ Now I want a man around ♪

♪ Get me out of here ♪

♪ I am just a red brassiere ♪

♪ For all the boys in town ♪

♪ Put this bus in top gear ♪

♪ Get me out of here ♪

♪ I must've been desperate ♪

♪ I must've been pretty low ♪

♪ I must've been desperate ♪

♪ I must've been pretty low ♪

♪ Too much, too young ♪

♪ Too much, too young ♪

It doesn't go like that.

There's a whole other verse before that bit.

You're too pissed to drive home.

I am.

What're you doing?

Catching up.

Come on, then.

I've been writing again.

Yeah?

Nothing important or anything. Just stuff about the town.

I used to like those letters from when you were overseas.

I used to enjoy reading them.

Oh, they're just letters.

No, no, no. They were good.

When I read them, I could see what you were talking about.

Smell it, even.

They were true. - Yeah, they were letters.

Sure.

So, what're you writing about the town?

Just stuff. Just what happens.

Stuff that happens in the town, about this place.

About people that come in here, into the pub.

And this is your life's work, is it?

Stuff that happens in the town?

I mean, I think it's good that you're writing.

There should be more of it.

Why don't you read...

Why don't you go and read something to me?

- No, no, no. - Go on.

No, it's not for anyone else! I just do it for me.

Would you prefer if I left?

Hm? No, I wouldn't.

I asked you to stay.

Hey.

Yeah?

I'm glad you like my letters.

Chook, chook, chook!

Chook, chook, chook, chook, chook, chook, chook!

How you going, girls?

Are they looking after ya?

What're you toey about?

You should've fucked me.

- Hey? - You should've.

I didn't think it was a particularly clever thing to do.

It wasn't fair. It would've just been a fuck.

Well, I thought it would make it difficult

when I came in for a drink.

Well, you don't know anything.

It would've been a fuck. That's all.

A fuck. That's all.

- You could've asked me. - Anybody else would've.

Look, you just asked me if I wanted to sleep here.

Yeah, with me!

Yes, and I thought it would make it complicated

when I came in for a drink!

Why?

I just thought it would.

Well, you don't know anything.

It would've just been a fuck.

Well, that's bullshit. "It would've just been a fuck."

Would've been something.

It's always something. You don't mean that.

How do you know I don't mean that?

Look, I don't know much about anything, all right?

But I do know when you fuck someone,

things are different forever.

It doesn't have to be a bad thing.

That's what you mean, but you should've stayed with Tully.

Why'd you say that?

You going fishing?

'Cause nobody wants 'em, you know.

Nobody wants your fish anyway.

- Hey, look who's here. - It's the mullet man.

- Yeah, love yous all. - Mm, mullet.

My favourite. - Oh, don't you start.

I don't think it's thrush anymore.

I think it's me ovaries.

I think they're rooted.

Poor little buggers.

They're swimming along, enjoying a bit of mud.

Next thing they know, they've got a net up their gills,

and they're fucked.

James' mom cooks 'em good.

You know, they say that fish have got bad memory?

They reckon that a goldfish,

by the time he's swam from one side of the goldfish bowl

to the other, he's forgotten all about it.

Then they swim around again and it's all new again.

And again and again.

That's be fucking fantastic, wouldn't it?

Wouldn't it?

Yeah, that's the best bit. That's the bit.

That new bit.

That's the best bit about life.

That bit when you meet someone, you like them,

they like you, and everything could still be perfect.

Every bit.

Perfect.

And if you're a fish, well, you could have that bit,

over and over,

and over again.

There are other bits.

Yeah, but they're not as good, are they?

Yeah.

Just need more effort.

Doesn't Pete let you smoke inside?

Well, it's my house. I can smoke wherever I want.

If you've come to see Pete, he's not here.

Oh, well. I'll just have to talk to you.

What for?

'Cause you were a big part of me for a long time.

Yeah, and you left.

Didn't say a word. You just left.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm sorry about that.

I'm sorry about leaving and not telling you why,

but I didn't know.

I spent years trying to figure it out.

Yeah, so have I.

I wanted to say that I was sorry about getting the shits.

If you wanted to get married, then good on you.

It's got nothing to do with me.

No, it doesn't.

I'm sorry that you didn't know.

I didn't make it easy for anyone.

So, did you, you got bored?

- What do you mean? - Was that why you came back?

'Cause you were bored?

Something like that.

Well, why did you come back, Eddie?

'Cause this is where I come from.

Didn't you miss me? Just a bit?

You know, you used to say it was you and me

against the world.

Fuck 'em all.

Fuck 'em all. You still think that, don't you?

You against the world. - No, no.

Now I think it's the world against me.

You know, when you left, there wasn't anyone except Pete.

You know? Pete was nice to me.

Is that what you call it?

You don't know anything about being nice.

So, don't even have an opinion on it.

Pete didn't want anything. He was just being nice.

And after a while, I got used to him being there,

and I, I, I, I liked it, but-

Yeah. What about love?

You're a bastard. You know that?

I missed you. I really fucking missed you.

You should go.

So, what're you gonna do?

About what?

I don't know.

You know, about Eddie.

You getting back with him?

- What? - You're gonna have to decide.

He won't.

All I wanna do is just go.

With Eddie?

No, not with him. Just away.

- Where? - I don't know, somewhere...

Somewhere where it's nice, warm.

I don't know. Anywhere where they're not.

Aren't you and Pete getting on?

He's just not there, you know?

And even when he is, he's...

What do you want him to do?

Well, I want him to do something!

I, I don't know. Lose it, just for once, I...

Ah, just anything that'll just show me

that his heart's still beating.

Come down the pub and have a game of pool.

No, I gotta go home.

Pretty shitty.

Ta.

Give us a couple of beers, Kay.

I thought it would make it complicated

when you came in for a drink.

Well, it could've, but we were lucky.

What do you mean, "lucky"?

Do you go outta your way to take everything the wrong way?

Here.

I've ended up sleeping with half the blokes in town.

- Well, that's a lot. - There's not that many.

Well...

Maybe not half, but a few.

Suppose I didn't really sleep with 'em. I fucked 'em.

None of them stayed to sleep.

Well, a couple passed out.

I guess I didn't fuck them. They fucked me.

Then they left.

Quickly.

So, did you get nothing?

What? Like a prize?

No. Like a disease.

Oh, nah.

Suppose I was lucky.

Look, we slept together. We slept in the same bed.

That's not a bad thing.

You want another one?

No, I'm all right.

Did you get one for James?

Yeah.

Come on.

♪ Met downtown in a local bar ♪

♪ Drinking rum and smoking tar ♪

♪ People there want to put you down ♪

♪ Ooh, babe, you been dancin' around ♪

♪ It don't matter what you do ♪

♪ I'm still in love with you ♪

♪ It don't matter what they say ♪

♪ You can have me anyway ♪

♪ I'm still in love with you ♪

♪ I'm still in love with you ♪

You all right?

See ya.

What's that supposed to fucking mean?

Nothing.

- You having a go at me, mate? - No, no, no, no, no, no!

I mean, St. George offered you a contract.

But no, you'd rather just stay in this shithole

the rest of your life and do fuck all.

This is my home, mate. I live here.

You went away, and you're Mr. Happiness, are ya?

You reckon people in this town

have forgotten you're an Abo, do you?

They just forget that when you're winning the footy for 'em.

- What'd you do that for? - What?

Kick him in the guts.

Am I wrong?

I mean, it's the way it's gonna be. It's the truth.

And just because it's not pleasant, it's not nice,

doesn't stop it being the way things are.

Nice has got nothing to do with it.

It was a gutless thing to do. He's your friend!

What do you know about the truth, anyway?

So, what happened with you in Sydney?

Why don't you tell us the truth about that?

- What? - Oh, it doesn't matter.

I don't care.

The truth doesn't matter.

By saying what you did to James, by saying what you did,

you're the first one,

the first person in town to say to him,

"You're still just an Abo."

- I didn't say that. - You did, you did!

That's what you just said.

Sorry. It's not what I meant.

You make it so hard for anyone to like you, you know.

You make it so hard.

- Eddie. - Rob.

I'm not taking them, the mullet.

- How come? - 'Cause I can't!

Can't get rid of 'em. No one wants them.

Since when?

I don't know.

Small town, eh?

Everyone works together

to get rid of something they don't like.

You know what I never miss about you?

I never missed you going on

about your opinions of the world.

What makes you think your opinions are interesting anyway?

Sometimes I miss you and me, you know?

No.

- What? - I don't know.

You know?

I don't wanna know.

Well, sometimes I remember when you and me were together,

and you'd say something,

something that made me feel good about myself,

made me think, "Oh, yeah, you're not that bad.

You're all right."

Think about how kind you were.

I didn't do it because I was being kind,

you stupid bastard!

I did because I loved you, Eddie!

Because I thought you were all right.

I mean, that's love, you fucking idiot.

That's all it is.

That you do something nice for someone,

because you think they're all right.

Oh, god.

It's not that fucking hard, you know.

Shouldn't you use a dustpan or something?

Hey. - Leave it!

Oh, shit. Shit.

No, Tull. Tull!

Leave...

Ow!

Just, Tully.

Ow!

Ow.

Tully, um, Tully's cut her hand.

- You all right? - Yeah, it's just a little.

It's fine, it's fine.

Tully offered you a beer?

Yeah.

Do you want another one?

No.

What about you, Tully? Do you want a beer?

Is your hand all right? - Yeah.

- You sure? - Yes!

Women.

Can't live with 'em, can't shoot 'em.

You can't do this.

What?

You can't just come back and we go at it

like you haven't pissed off for three years, without a word.

I waited. I fucking waited.

I don't like that bloke anymore.

- Who? - Me.

- So? - So what?

So that makes it all right?

All right that you just left and you didn't call me?

Sorry.

Fuck sorry!

Look, it was three years ago. I don't feel like that.

Tell me, was it me?

It was everything.

That was a long time ago.

You don't deserve me being nice to you.

I'm a bloody idiot.

Don't you wanna know where I've been?

What're you doing here?

We were supposed to swap shifts, remember?

Haven't you got a barbie?

Ah, yeah. Yeah, I forgot.

What? About the barbie?

Nah, about the shifts.

Wish I could forget about the barbie.

How about I shoot him?

- Who? - Your brother.

I'll shoot him. You know, resisting arrest or something.

You just gotta back me up. - I'm not hearing this.

You're not saying this. - Yeah, maybe not shoot him.

But you know, just slap him round a bit. Mess him up a bit.

I could suspend you for saying that.

Mate, he's making a dickhead outta you, okay?

And you're doing nothing.

You don't wanna do it? I'll do it for ya.

No, the only dickhead here is you. Now, you shut up!

- Mate, I was just saying- - Just shut up!

You didn't say anything.

I didn't hear anything.

You didn't even think anything.

All right?

So, you're just gonna do nothin'?

Hello, love. Where's Pete?

Tull.

That was a bit of a bloody performance.

What's wrong with her?

Hello. Here's trouble.

Yeah, good to see you too, you grumpy old bastard.

- What've you got there? - Couple of mullet.

What're you gonna do with them?

What do you bloody reckon?

Oh, bloody get out of the way!

Here. Where's Tully?

She's in the dunny. Looked a bit crook.

You all right in there?

Piss off.

Look, if you're in there because of me,

I'll go, all right?

Why do you think everything has to be about you?

Christ, I've wasted the last three years

letting it be about you.

It's not about you anymore!

She all right?

She's fine.

You seen your sister?

Hey?

Why do you keep asking me

the same bloody questions all the time?

Too complicated for you, is it?

Oh, stop it, you two.

There you go. That'll be her and James now.

He's a good fella, James. Pity he's a Black fella.

Tell your father James can't help it.

- Here, let me take that. - No, no, you take this.

You take this. I've got it.

Why don't you want me to take it?

It would just be easier.

You don't want the dumb Black fella carrying the grog?

Not in front of family, eh?

Why'd you bring me then?

What're they carrying on about?

What're you talking about?

You and Dad have been carrying on, half my life.

What do you mean, "carrying on"?

What's that got to do with anything?

Will you lot shut up?

Eddie, tell your father to go

and chop some wood for the barbie.

Well, go on! You heard her.

Go chop some wood for the barbie!

Eddie.

What?

Are you clever?

What?

Clever. Smart.

Are ya?

I don't know. What do you mean?

You always said you were. Clever, I mean.

I never really thought about it.

You should just go away, mate.

Well, I've got nowhere else to go, Mom.

Go and give your old man a hand,

before he has a heart attack.

Look out.

Oh, fuck!

You'd think he'd bloody sharpen it.

Well, if you used it properly-

What do you mean, properly? It's blunt!

You swing it like a poof.

Listen, I've been chopping wood for 15 years, all right?

That axe is blunt.

And I've been chopping wood since before you were born,

and after you pissed off to the city.

Even your mother knows how to use an axe properly.

It's blunt.

Well, maybe you should make do with what you've got, eh?

What's that? Your contribution of fatherly advice, is it?

That's what it is.

Look, I...

I don't get it.

What? You don't get what?

It! You know!

This family.

Life.

Love.

Love. I don't get love.

What would I know about it?

Well, you must know something about love.

You and Mom have been together forever.

Wanna know what I know about love? I'll tell you.

Some mornings, I wake up next to your mother,

I look at her and I think, "Who the bloody hell are you?"

And there are other mornings I wake up,

and I look at her and I think,

"Thank Christ you're here,

'cause at least I know where I am."

It's about taking the good with the bad,

and you don't get one with...

Without the other.

You all right in there?

Look, I'll be out in a minute, all right?

I've got some ice.

I was thinking about putting it in the bath.

We don't have a bath.

Well, where will I put it?

Just leave it outside.

Carpet will get wet.

Just leave it!

Fuck.

He's a pain in the arse, that brother of yours.

Jones reckons I should shoot him.

Resisting arrest.

Can I come and watch?

I thought you all liked him.

No one likes him, Pete.

People might love him, but they don't like him.

What about you?

What about me?

So, what's all this for? You planning on going on a bender?

Nah.

Having a barbie at my house. Maybe you should come along.

Oh, I appreciate the offer,

but uh, what goes on in your family's between you lot.

Thanks all the same.

Oh, we're pretty well behaved.

Maybe that's the problem.

How's it going, James?

I'm Black, mate.

Oh! Is that right?

I would've said more of a coffee colour or a tan.

No, no, definitely Black. No question.

I've been told, mate, in no uncertain terms. I've been told.

- Oh, stop it. - He's not here, huh?

What's going on here? Are you lot fighting?

There's no need for it. There's no need for any nastiness.

Right? Just be nice.

- What you mean by nice? - Be normal. That's nice.

Nice and normal.

Tully?

You in there? - Piss off.

What's going on?

Come out. - What for?

You won't even fucking talk to me.

I will.

Just don't start yelling at me.

Well, why should I come out

and pretend we're one big happy family, Pete?

Why should I?

You gonna leave?

Are you gonna go off with him?

That's it, isn't it?

It's just one big competition between you two.

But I don't matter.

I'm just the thing you're fighting over, aren't I?

Why don't you kiss each other or kill each other?

I don't know!

Just put the rest of us out of our bloody misery.

Why are we having this stupid bloody barbecue anyway?

I mean, you can just tell them all to go away.

I'm sick of your bloody family.

Dad?

Yeah?

Can you watch the bar for me?

Yeah, no worries. Off you go.

Is that nice?

Oh, you're just being stupid.

What, because I don't know what nice is?

I'm not talking to you.

What, because I'm not being nice?

Nice, nice!

Smiling. Now, smiling's nice.

Well, hold on. Have you ever seen anyone smile...

What type of people smile all the time?

Mentally handicapped, used car salesmen and Americans!

That's who.

I'm sick of you and your bloody mouth.

It's all fun for you, isn't it?

You hate me and James because we're happy.

You want be happy. - What? You don't know-

No, you don't know how to be happy!

You wanna be happy and you're jealous about it!

You all right?

Everyone having a good time?

Got something to eat? Something to drink?

You know what?

I wish you'd all just piss off!

What's wrong with him?

- What's wrong with me? - Yeah.

Well, maybe my little brother's right.

Maybe being nice isn't normal.

Well, maybe not for him.

Well, where's it gotten you, Mum? Being nice.

You and Dad can hardly talk to each other.

I do the right thing.

Have a barbecue to welcome back my little brother home.

That was a nice thing to do, wasn't it?

Well, where's it gotten me?

Jesus, Peter, listen to yourself. "Where's it gotten me?

Where's it gotten me? I've been nice."

You've got everything you want!

You've got everything I bloody well want!

"Where's it gotten me?" - You don't even have to try.

It's always been easy for you.

The sun's always shone outta your arse.

Oh, that's right. Blame me.

I've been a shit house mother,

and all your problems are my bloody fault, eh?

What're you doing here?

You're like some stray dog, following your own scent!

I'm here because I thought this is where I belonged.

- What, here? - Yes, here!

You don't belong,

'cause you don't know what it is to belong!

Belonging's about hanging round!

But not you!

As soon as a going gets tough,

you piss off and you leave behind a big mess

for somebody else to clean up!

Look, I don't know how to get what I want.

It's not about about what you get.

It's about what you give!

Mate, I love Tully more than anything,

but if she'd be happier with you, then she'll go.

I'm not going anywhere!

I'm not going anywhere.

What're you doing?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Are you all right?

Um...

We're gonna have a baby.

I knew it. I knew it.

Well, that explains a lot.

Is that what you want?

Yes, it's what I want.

Good. That's great.

Come on, let's not make a fuss.

Let 'em be alone, eh?

Come on, let's get out.

Oh, what a family, eh? What a beauty.

Ow!

I'm sorry.

The hard thing about writing stories

about people you know, is finding the end.

Because even when you think it's finishing,

something else is always starting up.

But I suppose

that's the point.

So, what do you know?

Well, I know one or two things about love.

- What are they? - I'll tell you sometime.

Sometime.

I didn't really wanna know what you know.

- No? - No.

It's just an expression.

What's that? Sort of a barmaid thing?

Sort of.

Well, what do you know about love?

Are you taking the piss outta me?

No, I'm not. I wanna know.

Well, I don't know about love, but I know what I like.

You gonna come inside?

No, I was just gonna keep on driving,

as it seems everyone in town wants me to leave.

Not everyone.