All language subtitles for Riot (2018)

(GROUP CHATTERS INDISTINCTLY)

WOMAN: No, don't...

MAN: It's nearly there.
Just move it...

ALL: No, no, no... (ALL CALL OUT)

('OVER AND OVER' BY SYLVESTER PLAYS)

(CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

(LAUGHTER)

# Over and over

# Time and time again

# You can't be nobody's lover

# You can't be nobody's lover

# Till you're somebody's friend

# Ooooooh-ooooh

(CHEERING)

(CHATTER)

# Over and over

# Time and time again

# Over and over and over

# Time and time again

# You can't be nobody's lover

You right, Lance?

# You can't be nobody's lover... #

Let's get this party started!

(ALL CHEER)

(GLASS SHATTERS, SIRENS WAIL,
PEOPLE SHOUT)

(MEN CHATTER)

(ALL CHATTER)

You coming for a beer, Lance?

Nah, mate. I gotta get home.

Oh, jeez, mate.
She keeps you on a short leash.

(MATCHES RATTLE, MATCH STRIKES)

(MEN SIGH AND MOAN)

(MEN MOAN AND GRUNT)

LANCE: Got a light?

I don't smoke.

Neither do I.

Hey.

It's OK.

(HORN HONKS)

Alright, boys! The party's over!
Jesus Christ!

Stop!
Quick! Run! It's the pigs!

Run!

(HORN HONKS)

(GRUNTS) Let go of me!

Where you going, fairy?

(SMACK!)
(GRUNTS)

(BLOWS THUD, MEN GRUNT AND SHOUT)

(ENGINE ROARS)

Ugh!
(OFFICER GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Ugh!

Oi! Stay down, you prick.
(GROANS)

(SMACK!)
(GRUNTS, GROANS)

Come on!

Hey, Agostini!

Come and take your boyfriend
for a walk.

(ENGINE IDLES)

Get up. Get up!

(PANTS, GRUNTS)

Come on - move!

Move!

I bet your dad's proud of you.
Shut up.

(LOCK CLANKS)

(DOOR SLAMS, LOCKS)

Bruce.
Lance.

Toby.

Slide over, comrade.

(SIGHS)

First time arrested?

Mm.

So, I'm arm in arm with these
doe-eyed Palestinian activists

and, being Arabs,

they're completely relaxed with...
Mm.

..hand holding
and cheek kissing and...

Yes, they do that, don't they?
Yeah.

And I'm 27, you know,
and never been...

Bullshit.
(CHUCKLES) Really. Really.

I was a late starter.

Um... Anyway. Where was I?

Deir al-Asad.
Right.

So, then I went to America

and, uh, I went to the Freedom Rides

and the March on Washington,

and I was with a quarter of a million
people at the Lincoln Memorial...

Martin Luther King?

Yeah, the very one,
when he spoke the immortal words...

Fuckin' shut up, Lance -
we're trying to sleep!

(SNIFFS, SIGHS)

(MEN'S VOICES ECHO OUTSIDE)

Hey.

What's the matter?

Your family don't know?

Are you worried you'll lose your job?
No, it's not that.

Hey, if I can survive working at...
(TEARFULLY) Please.

..at Quarantine with a bunch
of wharfies, you'll be fine.

They probably won't even charge us.

Smashing up a beat
is just sport to them.

The charges are boring paperwork...

I don't give a shit
about the charges.

I'm just so fucking...lonely.

(CHUCKLES) Oh.

I'm an idiot.
Oh... You're not an idiot.

I'm an idiot. I'm so sorry.
No, you're not.

No, you're not. You're beautiful.
(SNIFFLES)

So sorry.
You're beautiful.

Bruce is an idiot.

Actually I'm...I'm...
I'm getting used to this.

(CHUCKLES) Are you?
I could stay another night.

Yeah? (LAUGHS)

Nice to meet you, Ron.

Nice to meet you too, Lance.

RON: So you...you live
in the Gay Liberation commune?

Yeah. So, Gay Liberation
are your anarchists and agitators.

Right.
We live communally.

We share everything.
Everything?

Yeah - crabs, mainly.
(CHUCKLES)

Sorry.

And this is CAMP - the Campaign
Against Moral Persecution.

It's basically a social gathering.

Everyone's a bit more polite
and well behaved.

Well, it's ridiculous!
WOMAN: It's fucking typical.

Do you not think that we deserve
to be represented too?

I'm not saying that.
I understand what you're saying...

LANCE: This is where
we do our meetings.

RON: Mm-hm.
(OTHERS CONTINUE ARGUING)

And if you want to chair a meeting
you sit there,

or we sit around the table.

And this is where we generally
hang out. Pop down there.

You're like bloody Queen Victoria,
pretending we don't exist.

Get into the thick of it. Go on.
I think that's a bit...

Don't be scared.
WOMAN: That's not the point, Peter.

Oh, so you're cooperating
in making lesbians invisible.

Invisible lesbians?

What's that - the magic act
for the next CAMP social?

Oh, for heaven's sake.
Fuck off.

Peter and I...

Peter and I
are going on Chequerboard.

The ABC are doing a program
about a homosexual couple.

Oh, spare me!

If the bloody ABC's the hope
of the left, we're in trouble.

And what's that - a stable,
committed homosexual couple

shown on national TV,
living a normal life?

Yeah, playing happy families
to reassure straights

we don't threaten
traditional marriage is what it...

Who's this joker?

I'm Lance Gowland.
I'm the provisional wing.

Oh, well, I'm glad you spoke -

now I can tell your mouth
from your arsehole.

(LAUGHTER)

Who's that?

I'm Ron.

And Martin Luther King
stood there on the steps...

Mm-hm.
..of the Lincoln Memorial

and said, uh, "I have a dream."
Wow.

(MUSIC, CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

Hey, I don't want you to think that
this is the entire movement, Marg.

It's a bit of a...

CAMP's a bit of a knitting circle.

Oh, well, you know I'm quite partial

to a little bit of women's crafts
myself, Lance.

No, Robbie and I are just coming
here to meet some other lesbians.

Robbie? Is she the...
the stunner in the green poncho?

Hey, just 'cause you're a poofter

doesn't mean you can comment
on a woman's looks.

Oh, bloody Sue's
gonna be recruiting her.

She'll be getting her into
rape and abortion -

not even lesbian issues.

But there's many ways
to smash a patriarchy, Lance,

and I think that most women
actually prefer to do it

without the aggravation
of gay blokes

who don't recognise
their own privilege.

Oh, don't waste your time here, Marg.
We need women like you in Gay Lib.

What, pashing on buses?
(LAUGHS) Yes.

Swearing at police?
Yeah.

No. No, thank you.

I've got a job, I've got two kids -
I've got something to lose.

Well, if you're not prepared
to lose it all,

you never change anything.

Hey, uh, Sue has invited us
to paint banners

for the abortion demo tomorrow.

Ah.

Hey, you could hold a banner.

Nah, I'm busy tomorrow.
Mm.

Alright.

Lovely meeting you, Lance.
Yes. You too, Marg.

(QUIET CHATTER, GURNEY RATTLES)

(WHISPERS) Hi.
(WHISPERS) Hi.

How's she doing?
She had a better night.

That's a good sign.
Yeah.

How are the boys?

They miss you.

Hello, darling.

How was the drive?
Do you need some money for petrol?

I'm managing.

Dr Glasson will be here soon.

(BELL TOLLS)

WOMAN: Do you think Jesus Christ
Superstar is blasphemous?

We haven't seen it, but we'll,
uh, have to get, um...

MAN: You really should.

Oh, Peter,
you must insist he takes you.

(SNORTS) On my salary?
I could take him, I suppose.

Rector, I think we might be
underpaying Bon.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

You have an interesting
interpretation of St Paul -

very modern.

Well, times are changing, Peter.
We've got to change with them.

Hear, hear.

BON: Yes, well, actually, um,

Peter and I have been invited
to appear on Chequerboard.

WOMAN: On the ABC?
BOTH: Mm.

How wonderful!

Oh, Hughie and I
watch it religiously.

We do.

Uh, so, Rector...
Hm?

..do you think Jesus Christ
Superstar is blasphemous?

Hmm.

Jenny, I'd watch Marcia Hines
sing the phone book.

(OTHERS CHUCKLE)

You heard it here first.

(OTHERS CHUCKLE)

(TRAIN PASSES)

(UP-BEAT MUSIC PLAYS ON STEREO)

Afternoon.
Lancelot.

We're gonna do a zap on the 433.
Ah.

Come with us.
(CHUCKLES) No.

No, not today.
Come on.

If two guys kissing on the bus
upsets them, imagine three.

Challenge the patriarchy...
BOTH: And reject monogamy.

You boys have fun.

You haven't got a few spare coins
for bus fare, would you?

(ACOUSTIC GUITAR PLAYS
IN BACKGROUND)

I'm moving out.

Oh. We'll miss you.

Will you visit me?

Where?

(SNIFFS) Robert Menzies College.

Oh, dear God, comrade.
(CHUCKLES)

Into the jaws of the enemy.

Well, can you put Norma back on?

(MEN CONVERSE INDISTINCTLY)

Well, when are they likely
to be back?

I can't keep up with him.
Once he's gone, he's gone, eh?

I know the turn.
Yeah.

Is it Bankstown?
Bankstown.

They are rough, mate.
They are really rough.

Last time they smacked
the hell out of us.

Yeah, I know. You can't keep up
with him. Once he's gone...

MAN: (OVER PHONE)
Lance, are you there?

Forget about it.
I'll call back later.

Excuse me!

Sorry.

Have you got change for the phone?

(COINS JINGLE)

Uh...

I've only got 40.

Oh, that's OK. I'm desperate.

(COINS JINGLE)

(UNDER BREATH) Turn around.
Turn around. Turn around.

(COINS JINGLE)

G'day.

(DOOR CLOSES, FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Can I help you?

Uh, yeah. Is the doctor
taking appointments today?

(CHUCKLES)

You'll need a uterus.

What?

A uterus.

Saturday afternoon
is a free women's clinic.

Oh. Uh, when will he finish?

Late.

(SIGHS)

Do you owe someone money?

No.

He's not a jealous husband, is he?

I mean, you haven't done some...
Joan.

I always said you were a dark horse.

(CAR STARTS, ENGINE RUMBLES)

(SIGHS)

What do you want?

Well, um...

..peace in Palestine,

an end to uranium mining,

justice for Aborigines...

But, uh, you know,

I'll settle for dinner.

(CHATTER, MELLOW MUSIC PLAYS)

You know, I was in Washington when
they had the big civil rights march,

and Martin Luther King said,
"I have a dream.

"I can see
the black children of Alabama

"walking hand in hand
with the white children of Alabama."

And I was there when he said that.

It was, um, an amazing day.

Amazing.

A lot of protests.

Yeah.

Well, it all comes down
to the patriarchy, really.

Rich, white men oppress the poor,

women, gays,
anyone who's a different colour.

I'm not really...political.

You offer a free women's clinic -
that's quite political.

Well, I don't think of it that way.

Just being here with me
is political.

Maybe.

And if I were to run my hand
along your thigh...

..that would be highly political.

Highly.

And if I were to take you
back to my place...

..that would be...

Criminal.

If we do it right, yes.

(CLASSICAL CELLO MUSIC PLAYS)

(KISSING, HEAVY BREATHING)

(FOOTSTEPS PASS OUTSIDE)

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES OUTSIDE)

(URINATES)

Hi. Mind if I join you?

Hands off, princess -
that's Lance's latest.

What's the point of a commune
if you can't share?

(CONTINUES URINATING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

LANCE: We're expecting
quite a good crowd here tonight.

And they'll be wearing clothes?
MARG: Ooh, nice!

We're watching the ABC,
not Number 96.

Hi! This is Jim.
Oh, God help us!

Another one, Lance?
Oh, shut up!

You ever think of taking them
for a drink or a show...?

Oh... No, no. Ignore her.
I'm Nicole.

Oh. Hello, Nicole.
All new recruits are welcome.

(CHEQUERBOARD THEME
PLAYS THROUGH STATIC)

WOMAN: No, no, no -
that makes it worse!

That's it. That's it, there.
(ALL CALL OUT)

PETER: If you just
leave it alone, it...

OK, OK, OK! Alright!

LANCE: (LAUGHS) Look at you!
MARG: Here we go.

We did this quite a few times.
Bon!

(LAUGHS)
Oh, you look great.

WOMAN: Shh! You look sexy.
You look so tough.

I don't know
what he's planting there.

(ALL LAUGH)

(ALL CHEER)

They used it.

First gay kiss
on Australian television!

(ALL CHEER)

It's about time.
WOMAN: Oh, great!

INTERVIEWER: What attracted you
to Bonsall in the first place?

Oh, dear. (CHUCKLES)

It was so embarrassing.
(CHUCKLES)

(ON TV) I've thought about this
quite a number of times.

I find it sort of...terribly
difficult to put it in words.

LANCE: (CHUCKLES) Oh, Peter.

Um...

I just felt attracted to him

and, uh, my love for him
just grew bigger and bigger.

INTERVIEWER: One of the phrases
that CAMP members use a lot...

Come here.
..is the phrase 'coming out'.

What does it actually mean?

(ON TV) I mean, I think
it means having the courage -

and it is courage at this stage -

um, to be able to tell other people
that you're homosexual,

uh, without having, necessarily,
anything to shout about.

I mean, there's nothing whatsoever
different about me

because I am homosexual.

It just happens to be a part of me.
LANCE: You tell 'em.

How do you have a satisfactory
sexual relationship without a man?

Well, there are
lots of different ways...

You're slouching, Gab.
(OTHERS CHUCKLE)

..that people can express
their affection for one another,

their love...for one another.
(GABRIELLE COUGHS)

And I think that
sexual relationship

is only one aspect of that.

She liked you.
Good answer.

Thanks, Lance.
MARG: That's so good.

It's so good, Sue.

INTERVIEWER: ..they've never
really had the opportunity

to be anything else,

that women who are butch and tough
and prickly with men...

GABRIELLE: They hardly even
showed us. We were an afterthought.

Well, there's nothing
I can do about that.

They made me...
I looked like a sullen teenager.

(PHONE RINGS)

Gaby...
Gabrielle.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)
Well, we met in the staffroom.

So, there's
an English teachers' table,

a maths teachers' table

and over in the corner,
a lesbian table.

(OTHERS LAUGH)
Now, who needs a top-up?

Hey, how come they didn't ask you

about that three-way with that surfie
behind the North Steyne Club?

Lance! Shh!
Oh, she's alright.

Nah, we'll talk about that later.
'Freeway'. I said 'freeway'.

Bon, there's a phone call for you.

Ah. That'll be Mum.

Congratulations.
Ha! Probably will be.

I keep thinking about
all those wives

watching you and Gaby on TV
and thinking, "Mmmm."

While their...while
their husbands sit beside them

complaining about
the woolly woofters on the ABC.

I keep thinking about
all those wives sitting there

while their husbands walk the dog,

wondering how a dog that gets walked
two hours every night ends up so fat.

(LAUGHTER)

Plenty of fat dogs
in your neighbourhood.

(LAUGHTER)
Perfect...perfect answer!

Good. Good one.

What's wrong?

I've been sacked.

What do you mean?

Well, I mean, apparently,
the Bishop called.

LANCE: Most importantly,

if you know a friendly lawyer,
call him now.

MARG: Or her.
Or her.

Thank you.
Warn them you might get arrested.

ROBBIE: Let's try
not to get arrested, Lance.

The school would sack us.
Oh, Jesus. Ron...

Now, I think it's a good idea that
we all get into religious dress.

I think it's a much bigger impact.
Ron. Comrade.

We're trying to be serious.

ALL: (CHANT) Ho! Ho! Homosexual!
Ho! Ho! Homosexual!

Ho! Ho! Homosexual!
Ho! Ho! Homosexual!

One! Two! One, two, three!
ALL: Down with church hypocrisy!

One! Two! One, two, three!

Hugh? Jenny?
Down with church hypocrisy!

Did you agree to Bon's sacking?
One! Two! One, two, three!

Down with church hypocrisy!
Come on, darling.

Let's go.
Ho! Ho! Homosexual!

See, I don't see
what the point of it is.

No, it's fine. Just... It's alright.
I told you I didn't want to be here.

Just calm down
and participate in the protest.

Homosexual!
Ho! Ho! Homosexual!

Ho! Ho! Homosexual!
Hello, Sam.

Ho! Ho! Homosexual!
Mrs Webb?

Ho! Ho! Homosexual!
Ho! Ho! Homosexual!

BOTH: Ho! Ho! Homosexual!
MAN: I'm going in!

Ho! Ho! Homosexual!
Ho! Ho! Homosexual!

You have no right to stop us...
Ho! Ho! Homosexual!

Get out of here!

(ALL SHOUT)

LANCE: Bloody dickheads!

ALL: Ho! Ho! Homosexual!
Ho! Ho! Homosexual!

MARG: So, what, we just
stand outside and protest

while they sit inside and ignore us?

Ho! Ho! Homosexual!
Ron!

Marg McMann,

if anyone can annoy the shit out of
a bunch of hypocrites, it's you.

Will you do me the honour
of pretending to be my wife?

ALL: One! Two! One, two, three!
Down with church hypocrisy!

Hmm. Excuse me.

I hear you have a vacancy
for church secretary.

I'd like to apply.

This is my lovely wife.
How do you do?

Well, you're entitled
to your expression of freedom,

but we believe true freedom...
MAN: Excuse me.

..comes from submitting
to the will of God.

You knew about Bon and Peter.

You're such a good man
for telling the truth!

This has nothing to do
with their work!

It's a great Christian charity!
(ALL CHEER)

Photographers! Photographers!

Get in! Get in!

If you might get sacked or divorced,
stand at the back.

Or cover your face with a placard.

We're aiming for the front page.

Are we being happy or serious?
Serious.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

('MAGIC CARPET RIDE'
BY STEPPENWOLF PLAYS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

No, that's what I said to him.

BON: It's the most fantastic thing,
actually. It's quite surprising.

The phone has rung day and night.

It's the first time people have been
able to find another homosexual.

No, the interesting...
the interesting thing is

that they just want to talk.

Like, I didn't realise
how...how many isolated people...

(MUSIC STOPS, PEOPLE PROTEST)

..there are out there
who have no-one to even...

Peter, tell them about Sweden.
Yeah, I'm getting to it.

(POP BALLAD PLAYS)
There's a gay group in Sweden

and, um, they've set up
a volunteer service.

It's called Phone-A-Friend.
Phone-A-Friend.

Now, all we need is one phone line.
We can set up here at CAMP...

We thought we could actually use a
phone line in the room here at CAMP.

MARG: Well, we should take advantage
of all the new volunteers

while they're fresh.

Sorry.
I think we...

I think we also need
a...a women's committee

and...and a working group...

No, we don't need
more committees, Sue!

There's that lesbian band
that played at our dances.

Mm, Clitoris.
Clitoris - that's it.

I mean, they're not much to look at.

We should certainly arrange
some music lessons...

All these people
energised by a protest,

you want to form committees!

It's a start, Lance.
No, no, it's a detour.

No, we should be...
we should be targeting

these bloody sites
doing brain lesioning.

Well, we will. We will do that.
We should be...

We should be running openly gay
candidates in elections.

We should be picketing more churches.

Oh, change the record, would you?
We should be doing a protest a week.

OK, alright.
Well, what about an actions group?

So Lance and his comrades can
organise their protests and demos

without derailing every other
discussion with Marxist dogma.

Yes. Now, that is genius.
Mm.

Mwah!
Would you be in it?

Mmm...yes.

I knew I married you for a reason.

RON: Don't worry, Michael - they're
not going to bite your head off.

It's Darren.
Darren. It's Darren.

Everybody, this is
Darren the fireman!

(ALL CHEER)

Now...now, the boys next door
have made a $5 bet on Darren

that he comes over here

and then returns to the station
with a beer from the gays.

Now...
(LAUGHTER)

..I propose...I propose

that we give you $10 if you
go back to the station with a kiss.

(CHEERING)
What do you think?

Right. So, who has got...
who's got a lipstick?

Who's got a lipstick?

Have you...? Oh, hello darling.
Nice to see you.

We need a lipstick.

Come on - there has to be a femme
at this party somewhere.

Oh, we're political dykes, Ron.

We don't identify...
I was talking about the boys, Sue.

(LAUGHTER)
No, here. I've got one.

I've got one.
No, no, no, no, no.

Jim! Jim, Jim, Jim!

(CHEERING)
Come on!

Oh, we're gonna make this
worth it, Jimmy.

OK, hold...hold still.
This is it.

Oh, God.

You're quite enjoying this,
aren't you, sweetheart?

(AMUSED CHATTER)
There you go.

Oh, you... This is it.

Alright, come on.
Oh, yeah.

(ALL CHEER)

OK, that's it.
That's enough. That's enough.

You have a boyfriend.
You have a boyfriend.

LANCE: I'm jealous.
I did a pretty good job, eh?

I'm jealous. I'm a bit jealous.
Oh, alright. Come here.

No, no, no.
Come on. Come on.

Come on.
Don't come crawling back now.

(LANCE SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY OUTSIDE)

We need to start again.
We need a new manifesto...

(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

No. No, I can't tell the bloody...
(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

Yeah, well, get Craig or one of the
other...one of the other academics...

Alright. OK. Alright. Thanks.

Yeah, that would be perfect.

That'd be perfect. OK.

No, I didn't mean to get...
pissed off with you.

I'm not pissed off with you.

Alright. Bye.

(HANGS UP PHONE)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Where are you going?

Got a PSA meeting
at, uh, Trades Hall.

On a Sunday?

There's someone you need to meet.

..my sunglasses on?
Yep.

JIM: And you visit every day?

Yeah.

She needs the routine.
(CHUCKLES)

And you thought I wouldn't notice.

(CHUCKLES) You're 26
with a bum like a peach.

You don't want the responsibility
of three kids.

You think the kids
might be an issue for me?

Not the Communism?
Or the dress sense?

Or the stubbornness?

The fact that half the men in Sydney
are in your address book?

Well, when you put it like that...

I thought you were having an affair.

Would you have cared?

Yes.

Surprisingly, I would.

Buh-buh-bum!

Ness.
(LAUGHS)

Oh... (CHUCKLES)

Buh-bum!
(LAUGHS)

So THIS is how
the other half live, huh?

(MAN AND WOMAN
CONVERSE INDISTINCTLY)

(BOTH STOP TALKING)

Hm.

I think we just came out
to your neighbours.

Yeah. Thanks for that.

Well, visibility
is 90% of the battle.

Off your soapbox.

And monogamy, Jim Walker,

is a patriarchal construct
that we should reject.

Out.

It's true!
Come on, out.

Out?
Out!

You're kicking me...

You're gonna kick me out for that?

You can reject monogamy
and piss off back to the commune.

Are you serious?

Or...

..you can admit you're wrong...

..and stay.

(SNORTS)

Well, how about
I'm right about the theory...

..and I'll just choose
not to put it into practice?

Close enough.
(LAUGHS)

Phenomenal. (LAUGHS)

Oh, what?

(PHONE RINGS)

Phone-A-Friend. Hello?

JIM: ..for one moment,
this is a draft...

Yes, that's right.

..of what could go
into the Crimes Act...

MAN: Unbelievable. Here we go.

..once "the abominable crime
of buggery" is taken out.

MAN: And why is any sex
in the Crimes Act?

Yeah, exactly.

To protect children
and prevent rape.

They're put in to protect children
and prevent rape.

Well, Jim has put a lot of work
into this proposal,

so if we can just give it
the time it deserves...

It's not a proposal -
it's an abortion!

Uh, excuse me -

don't use a woman's right to her
body as an all-purpose insult.

Misogynist whinger.

Well, it's not misogynist to
find you obnoxious and unappealing.

Hey!
JIM: That's not necessary. Please.

MARG: Can we please
keep this respectful?

We're going.
That's not necessary. It's not cool.

There is way too much to do

to waste time educating poofs
about women's rights.

Sue. No, no. No, no. Sit down.

No. Lance, I'm sick of it.
Sit down, please.

I know this is painful...
No, no. Sue!

..but coalition is important too.
Can you please...

So if everybody could just...
They're all yours, Marg. Good luck.

Well done, fellas. Good. Great work.
Get your coat.

They're all going.
That's the women's committee gone.

Well done.

Why do you want to work
with the filthy Liberals, anyway?

Because - we have to work
with whoever's in government.

We cannot work with the Liberals!

Why would this be any different?
You know that's bullshit.

We should be OVERTHROWING
the government.

Surely we can do both - we can have
law reform AND the revolution.

That's ridiculous, Lance.
How?

Are you serious?
Yes, I'm serious!

Oh, my God.
You're all talk.

We're outta here.
MARG: Oh, come on, fellas.

You don't have to leave!
Thanks for the tea.

Well, then, can you clean up
after yourself?!

If I wanted to pick up shit
from male chauvinist pigs

I'd have stayed married!

(DOOR SLAMS)

Fuck 'em. It's about time
we expanded our horizons.

(RON CHUCKLES)

So, Lance, this is your hotbed
of student radicals, ripe for...

..ripe for recruitment, huh?

Uh, wait - you said SUPPORTING
students, not recruiting them.

Well...

Best behaviour, Lance.

Comrade!

I know you.

You're the theology student
from Glebe Branch.

Peter Murphy.
Lance Gowland.

You Reds are everywhere.

So, you're into
Aboriginal land rights...

Yes.

..and saving the whales...

Yes - quite keen on whales.

..and you don't like uranium.
No.

No, no - hates uranium.
Hm!

So, basically, you're into every
left issue except gay rights.

Yeah...

No.

No, I'm...into everything.

Well, we can count on you
to get behind us, then, hm?

Gay Society are right there.

There's a women's poetry comp
in the theatre,

and the boys have gone off

to try and get the lesbians
to build their stall.

MARG: Hm!

And she's off.
(LAUGHS)

I'm a cat who likes her own kind.
(WOMAN PURRS)

I don't sway my tail
and show my date,

sniffing sausage dogs.

(LAUGHTER)

My pussy thrills
to the purrrr of herrrr.

The lap, lap, lap of a hot,
pink tongue stirs my cream.

Actually, our focus
is more on representation.

Mind the claws -
they're retractable.

Never tractable.

I arch my back to bull.

We should be taking lessons
from you boys.

(CHEERING, APPLAUSE)

(WOMAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

Good. Excellent. Good.

You teach my sister
at Anglican Ladies' College.

I've seen you on speech day.

Sorry, mate - you've made a mistake.

Do they know you're a lesbian?
Do they know you're a dickhead?

(LOUDLY) Hey, I've seen you
at that gay bar up at the Cross!

You're the one who wears
those scarlet hotpants, yeah?

I've never been to a gay bar.

Oh, it's fine -
these women don't judge.

Look, I don't know who you've seen,
but it's not me.

Oh, mistaken identity, then.

It happens.

That was great!

It was really... (LAUGHS)
Oh, get fucked.

What? No, it was good.
Fuck off, Lance.

The lap, lap, lap...
(SOUND FADES OUT)

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(ALL SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)

.."bloody get that thing away
from me," you know, 'cause I....

(MEN TAUNT AND LAUGH MOCKINGLY)

MAN 1: Oh, check out the poofters!
MAN 2: Ah!

Eh? Couple of fruits.

(ALL SNIGGER)

Backs to the walls, boys!

Oi!

Lay off the Old Spice, poof!

I can smell you from here!

(ALL SNIGGER)

Yep.
Thanks a lot.

(BOTTLES RATTLE)

Do you know him?

He arrested me once.

KAY STARR: # Nobody knows

# The trouble I've seen
(LIP-SYNCS TO RECORDING)

# Nobody knows my sorrow... #

I'm not sure how long
I'm gonna want to stay here.

RON: You're here! You made it!

Isn't this fabulous?

Mwah!

Uh, yeah. You want a beer?

MAN: Yes?
Three schooners of New, please.

Six bucks.

What?!

That'll be six dollars -
for the beers.

Do we each get a hand job with it?

If I don't get a better offer
between now and closing, why not?

(CHEERING, APPLAUSE)
Ron, can I bludge a...a dollar?

I need a dollar. It's six bucks
for three bloody beers.

Lighten up, Lance.

At least you've got a room full of
potential recruits for the movement.

PERFORMER: Is everyone
having fun tonight?

AUDIENCE: Yeah!
In here?

This place is one big closet, Ron.

They're only gay till they get off,

and then they're back to their
safe, secret little lives.

I've got a space over here.

These prices,
and they still water it.

Oh, don't be ridiculous -
they don't water down beer.

And they do have to
pay off the cops.

Boys! If you're looking
for somewhere to sit,

this space is free. (CHUCKLES)

And let me tell you, it's been
crying out to get into a centrefold.

(LAUGHTER)
It's amazing.

Lance!
Oh. Hey.

Lance.
G'day.

I've been wondering
when I'd see you here.

I see we have some girls
in the house.

Hey, girls! How are you?

Oh, did you hear
what the blind man said

when he walked past the fish market?

"Evening, ladies."

(LAUGHTER)

Misogynist!
PATRON: Shh!

'Miss Ogynist'?

God, you must be old
if you remember my maiden name.

I'm younger than you!

Well, maybe, but I'm not trying
to fuck a 19-year-old, am I?

AUDIENCE: Whoa!

Or is he your grandson?

(LAUGHTER)

Please, shut up?

(SOUL SONG PLAYS)

So the T-shirt's
just for decoration?

# One man's poison
is another man's meat... #

Be cool.

Mm. Mm! Everyone drink up.
I'll get us another round.

Have mine.
Yeah, it's not really our scene.

Jeremy!
Hey!

Not you.

But you have splendid hair.
Oh, thank you.

Oh, I love this song.

# Everything's
gonna be alright... #

(CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

MAN 1: You can't drive!

MAN 2: No, I can.
I'm gonna. I'm...I'm fine.

I'm fine.

(MEN CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)

You alright?

Uh...buses don't start for an hour.

You need a lift somewhere?

Uh, Macquarie Uni.

Sure. No problem. Come on.

Seriously?!
Yeah. I live out near Epping.

Name's Keith.
Oh. Right on! Jeremy.

(ENGINE STOPS)

Don't want the wife
to smell it in the car.

Come and keep me company.

Uh, I...I don't really smoke.

What?

Come and join me.

(KNOCKS ON BONNET) Hey! Hop out.

Beautiful night.
Mm.

A toke?

Oh, we drive out all this way and...

..you won't even have
a smoke with me?

(INHALES)

Last chance.

(INHALES)

You fuckin' fag!
No...!

(GROANS)
Hey!

(GROANS)

MARG: So, I get called
into the Principal's office

and, um, she says, uh,

"Ms McMann, the brother
of one of our girls

"claims to have seen an
Anglican Ladies' College teacher..."

LANCE: Yeah.

"..performing a poem in the
tradition of Sappho of Lesbos."

She didn't say Sappho! (LAUGHS)
"Sappho of Lesbos."

So I looked suitably shocked.
Well, you would!

(PHONE RINGS)
I did. I did.

(LAUGHS) And then she says,
she says to me,

"Until the fuss dies down,
I'm asking you..."

"The fuss"! "The fuss".
"The fuss dies..."

A great bit of fuss. That's great.
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

"..I'm asking you to wear a
ladylike frock to school each day."

(LAUGHS) "A ladylike frock"!
No, don't laugh. Yeah.

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
Phone-A-Friend.

..I'm gonna borrow something
from your wardrobe.

(SOBS SOFTLY)

(OVER PHONE) It's alright.

You don't have to tell me
who you are.

(SIGHS)

(SNIFFLES)

If you want to talk, I'll listen.

(SNIFFLES, SIGHS)

Or if you want to stay on the line
while I talk, that's OK too.

My name's Jim.

(HANGS UP)

A prank call?

No, I don't think so.

(WATER RUNS)

(SILENCE)

(SOBS)

MAN: Mr Fisher.

Yes.

Mrs Fisher.

Oh.

Thank you very much for coming.
No, no. Of course. Of course.

(SIGHS) What a terrible thing.
Mm.

Everyone at the college is so
distressed that this has happened.

Oh. Uh, thank you.

I can assure you, we...

..we did our best to discourage
his interests, but, uh...

..it's a sickness.

Once it takes hold, then...
So...you knew he was depressed?

Perhaps 'possessed' is a better word.

His obsession with
the abnormal and the perverse -

it really has no place
in a Christian college.

Get out.

I'll pray for you.

JEREMY: But they've got
no right to kick me out.

It's not like I was
having sex at college.

Yeah, it's to...it's to silence you.

Expel you, and everyone else
will feel scared and ashamed.

Uh, Murph thinks I should fight it.

Are you up to it?

(SIGHS) I just think I'll lose.

Comrade, I have lost nearly
every scrap I have been in.

If we only fight the battles
that we're gonna win,

there'd be no point
getting up in the morning.

(TEARFULLY) I can't
go back and live there.

You don't have to live there.

You don't have to live there,
but you can make them listen.

You can show them
there are consequences

for treating you like this.

Murph!

What have you done
to get him back in?

What have you tried so far?

Um, nothing that's worked.

The university said
it has nothing to do with them -

the college answers only to God.

(SNORTS)

Yeah, we may need a few allies.

LANCE: Jack Mundey!

Lance Gowland.

The ghost of Goulburn
Trades and Labour Council.

Where did you disappear to, comrade?

Found a better class
of cocksucker in Sydney.

Ah!

How's your father?

He's still a cantankerous old commie
with a chip on his shoulder.

How's Judy?

Yeah, she still works twice as hard
as I do and complains a lot less.

(CHUCKLES)

Look, mate, uh, RMC at Macquarie

have just expelled a kid
for his political beliefs.

Ooh. Communist?

No, no - he joined
a gay rights group.

Had pamphlets in his room.

Now, the college is only half built,
and your labourers are on site.

Green ban.

You want my workers
to down tools and forgo wages

to get a poofter back into
Robert Menzies College?

We share a common enemy.

It's the same fuckers, mate -

the church, the government,
the big end of town.

Operating in the dark,

bulldozing bushland,

kicking kids out of college.

They do what they like.
No-one even questions them.

You were wasted on Goulburn.

Gay rights is our issue, Jack.
No-one else will touch it.

It'd be different
if he was a member.

No. No. It's better that he's not.

Mate, you can be
the first union in the world

to take industrial action
purely on a gay rights issue.

Well, I'll put it to the blokes...

..but I don't like your chances.

ALL: (CHANT) Students! United!
Will never be defeated!

Students! United!
Will never be defeated!

I can't believe
how many people are here!

Where's your mate Mundey?

I never said that was certain.

Oh, Lance. You say a lot of things.

Students! United!
Will never be defeated!

We...we are not moving...

(ALL CHEER)

..until every single gay and lesbian
student at this university

has the same rights
as every single other student!

(ALL CHEER)

Our vice chancellor thinks
that he can silence us!

(ALL BOO)
Cut him off!

He is going to listen!

(ALL CHEER)

(CHANTS) Come out, VC! Come out, VC!

ALL: Come out, VC! Come out, VC!

Hey, Jeremy!
Come out, VC! Come out, VC!

Come out, VC! Come out, VC!

Come out, VC!

(ALL CHEER)

You've got your pink ban, comrade.

You took your time.

I was on the phone
to the Vice Chancellor.

Comrade!

Jack! (CHUCKLES)

You and I have a meeting to attend.

(ALL CHEER)

(BIRDS SQUAWK)

LANCE: Yeah, I think I must have had
my sleeping bag on a pile of rocks.

MARG: (SNORTS) You're
too old for this, Lance.

ROBBIE: Mm.

Christopher! If you push Geoffrey in
the water again, you'll get a smack!

I don't want either of you getting
on the train in damp trousers!

What time do they leave?
3:00.

Oh, my back is stuffed!

Do you take them camping
every holiday?

Yeah. Yeah. It's good for them.

Hello.
Mum, can we have some more bread?

Oh, OK. This is it, though.

You might want
some more sandwiches later.

There you go.
Lucky ducks. Go fatten them up.

You're welcome!
Thank you!

Thank you!
Let's go!

N'aww. She's so nice
to her little brother.

She must miss him
when she goes back to their dad's.

Actually, she's decided
she's gonna go with him this time,

just for a term.

Oh, Marg. Jesus. I'm sorry.

ROBBIE: Well, Rodney begged her.

It's fine. He's five
and he still wets the bed and...

Yeah, and he wants a mummy and
a daddy, like all the other boys.

She can't bear the thought
of him being on his own, and...

..it's only a term.
Yeah.

Well, they'll be back with us
next holidays.

Mm.

I'm sure she'll convince him
to move back with her

when he's a little bit older.

She's very determined.
I know.

Ohh.
Mm.

(SIGHS) Poor Marg.
Yeah.

And...uh...
So, do we have to...

Have you finished that?
Yeah.

Can you...can you look
at the language on that...

JIM: "Dear Commissioners,

"we present the submission
of CAMP New South Wales

"to the Royal Commission
on Human Relationships..."

"..liberation for
this suppressed minority..."

"What is necessary
is a redefinition of family..."

"Love..."
Yep.

(LAUGHS)
"..and peace."

LANCE: See, that was a good addition.

Very good.
Mwah! Well done.

Good. My...mine is so empty.

(ALL LAUGH)

Oh, great.
No!

No, no, no! What was that?

Now we'll never be able
to tell what it says!

And thank you for preparing
those interviews.

That's really personal stuff.
Yeah, yeah.

Mwah!
It's good.

Well, I know the magic words -
"Trust me, I'm a doctor."

Oh, that's...that's a line
from a...a blue movie I saw once.

Yeah, right.
Oh.

Right, reopen the submission -
we've gotta condemn porn.

See ya. Bye.
Bye.

See ya. Let me through.
See ya.

(MARG AND ROBBIE LAUGH)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Ohh! God.

All that work you two are doing
on the royal commission...

You know, if Whitlam
simply abolished marriage,

human relationships
would be solved on the spot.

(CHUCKLES) You're a bad man.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Ugh. What have they forgotten?

(LAUGHS) No more submissions!

Dad.

Your mother said you'd give me
a bed for the night.

Uh, this is my boyfriend, Jim.

This is my father, Gerry.

Shake his hand.

Doc Hovey wants me to stay in town.

I got bloody lost
trying to find this place.

I'm buggered.
I don't need a barney with you.

Come with me, Gerry.
The boys' room's already made up.

You want a cup of tea?
No!

(SIGHS) He's just...he's such
a cruel, authoritarian old bastard.

Well, you'll have to find
a way to live with him.

No. No, no, no. Not on your life.

If an oncologist wants your father
to stay in town...it's not good.

ROBBIE: Are you guys ready?

NICOLE: But I don't want
to wear a hat!

MARG: Well, you're gonna get
a burnt nose.

Rodney, your hat's in the suitcase.

Come... Ugh.
Marg.

They're from the court.

Can both of you come back, please?

LANCE: Can we do a
"Keep uranium in the ground"?

"Flower power" or
"Violets against violence"?

How about "Keep geraniums
in the ground"? That'll do it.

(LAUGHS)
(SQUEALS)

Whoa! Hey!
That was really funny.

Hello!
Lance.

ROBBIE: Get Uncle Ron
to paint your face.

Hey, uh, Ron, can you
take missy for us?

I'd love to take missy.

It's nail painting time for you.
Do you want pink?

Yes.
Pink?

What's up?

Divorce papers came.
They've subpoenaed both of us.

Oh, Marg.

We could lose Rodney and Nicole
completely.

Surely the court
keeps kids with their mother?

Oh, with...with their
LESBIAN mother?

My friend Virginia is a lawyer.

She's sympathetic at least.
I can call her.

Now?

Yeah. Go.

Yeah. Come on.

Can you...can you avoid court?
(STRIKES MATCH)

Just offer him the status quo?
No.

No, I want...I want
to LIVE with my kids, Lance.

I don't want to take them camping
a couple of weeks a year.

That's not enough for me.

Well, maybe Jim's friend
knows a trick or two...

Oh, if we turn up in Albury with
a lesbian lawyer from the big city

they'll lock all three of us up.

(BOYS LAUGH)

What sort of a father
dresses his boys up like that?

CHRISTOPHER: We like it!

You hypocrite.

I was beaten as a kid
'cause my father was a communist.

Sure it wasn't because
you were a poofter?

(KISSES)

(QUIETLY) Hey. I was thinking.

I should just tell them that we're
work colleagues who live together.

No. If you lie,
you could go to jail.

Yeah, but they're country lawyers.
It's a...it's a local judge.

They might not know.
What if they put Nic on the stand?

I can't put her in that position.

Well, Virginia told me
about a couple

who set up a banana lounge
in the bedroom so they could...

..I don't know, argue that
they weren't sleeping together...

Robbie.

I mean, I'm co-convener
of a gay rights group. It...

Let's face it - a judge
is just gonna take one look at me

and say "butch old bull dyke".

And, really, I don't think a banana
lounge is gonna convince anyone.

Well...

..maybe...

..maybe I should move out.

Just until the court case is over.

They know we're lesbians.

(TEARFULLY)
If we go to court and we lie...

..then...

..we're just lesbians who agree
it's something to be ashamed of.

(SIGHS)

I know.

I can't do this without you.

(SNIFFLES)

Our submission is one of 500
that went to the royal commission.

Real stories about all the taboos.

Dinner's ready, Gerry.

Uh, sexuality, abortion,
child abuse.

So how do we turn that exposure
into some action?

Well, Whitlam's working on
a new family law.

We should push for
custody rights for gay parents.

Yeah, if...IF he can get it
through the Parliament.

GERRY: It's the Labor Party.
Bunch of class traitors.

Too lazy to be revolutionaries
and too Catholic to be liberals.

I'm gonna take this upstairs...

You will...

..eat at the table with us.

And listen to Miss Pollyanna

dreaming of getting reform
from Labor?

Always a reason to give up.

No wonder you were
such a shit communist.

And...and you and your nancy boys -
what have you achieved?

Change is coming, mate -

not in your lifetime, obviously.

I'm going to bed.

It'll only make me throw up.

(GERRY COUGHS AND VOMITS
IN OTHER ROOM)

(RETCHES)

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

(GROANS) Oh, piss off.

(GRUNTS)

Come on. Come here, Dad.
No, leave it!

No, come on.
Let's get you in the shower, mate.

Yeah.
(GRUNTS)

I can do it.
I don't know if you can.

Oh, you've made a bit
of a mess there, haven't you?

Ugh.
There we go. There we go.

(GROANS)
You're right.

(MOANS)
There you go.

There you go.
(GROANS)

(MOANS)
You're right.

(GROANS)
Yeah.

(GROANS)

There's some fight
in you yet, you old bastard.

You got it from somewhere.

MAN: Miss Plaister,
according to our documents,

you and Mrs McMann
have the same place of residence.

That's right, yes.

How many bedrooms?

Two.

And when Mrs McMann's children
visited in the past,

did they have their own rooms?

Nicole lived with us.

When Rodney came for holidays,
he shared her room.

So, where do you
and Mrs McMann sleep?

In the other room.

And did this other room have
a double bed, or two singles?

Miss Plaister?
A double.

So, you and Mrs McMann
share a double bed,

even when the children
are staying with you?

(SIGHS)

Yes. We do.

(PEN SCRATCHES)

BOTH: # Happy birthday to you

# Happy birthday to you. #

There's a bit of hope
in the language on custody.

Non-biological parents
get some standing, and kids...

Yeah, but that won't help me appeal.

No, but kids now have a say in which
parents they want to live with.

OK, that's good.

Once they turn 14.

Well, it's a start.

Fuck. That is three years away,
and it's only for Nic.

Well, Robbie and I will keep
working on the custody campaign.

Yeah, there'll soon be
court decisions

to help us prepare tactics.

Well, either way,
we still have to convince a judge.

And judges reflect society.

Then we have to change society.

Well, overthrowing the patriarchy
just got a new deadline.

RON: Hello, everybody!
Hello!

Hey, look who's...
Ron!

Hello, love.
It's Ron!

I brought the party with me.
Of course you did.

BOTH: Mwah!

Stop!

(GATE CLANKS, SQUEAKS)

No...
CHRISTOPHER: Jim! Lance!

Put your clothes on! Mum's here!
Chri...Christopher!

What? He's a nudist.

You know that I can't just walk
into their house without knocking.

Dad!
LANCE: Hello! Mwah!

G'day, mate.

Jim's out the back. Where's your mum?

Norma.

(CHUCKLES) What are you
doing out there?

(CHUCKLES)
Mwah! Come inside.

Oh, it's good to see you.

ALL: # Happy birthday, dear Nessie

# Happy birthday to you. #

Oh! Hip-hip!
ALL: Hooray!

Happy birthday!
Happy birthday!

(ALL CHATTER AND LAUGH)

There you go.

I can't reach it.
I'm exhausted.

I mean, do you think there's
any chance Wran will get in?

Oh, I don't know.

The forces of darkness have
come back hard against Whitlam.

I don't think they're gonna want a...

..a reformist premier
in New South Wales.

10 bucks if you're talking
something other than politics.

Fashion.
Footy!

Oh, you're still such
a terrible liar, Lance.

Shit!
Oh, Christopher!

Be careful, please!
It was an accident.

There's some bicarb in the pantry.
Thank you. I...

Chris, did you say sorry?
Come on.

(ALL SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)

She wants it.
Oh, no.

I think...
ALL: Ohhh!

Lance is very lucky.

Oh, Jim is a...a lovely man.

No, I meant because of you.

Well, you're always
driving the kids up here,

and you keep him part of the family.

He's their father.

Well, a lot of women
wouldn't be so forgiving.

I look at my three
beautiful children

and I find it hard to regret

anything that led
to them being born.

Have you got children?

Mm, I do. I have...
I've got two kids.

But they don't live with me.

Oh.

Here.
Um...

Um...

One of Lance's...shirts
is bound to fit, so I'll just...

Oh... Yes.
What is it?

What is it? What is it? What is it?
It's a...

Oh, it's a handbag!
(ALL CHEER AND LAUGH)

Norma!

(LOUD CHATTER)

MARG: OK, OK! Can we have
a bit of hush here, please?

(CHATTER DIES DOWN)
Thank you! Thank you.

It's good to see so many
different groups uniting here.

Now, we need to present

an agreed position of the
gay and lesbian community

to Premier Wran.

Sorry, but when have we
agreed on a position?

And since when have we been
one community?

Well, can we start with priorities?

Decriminalisation?

Yeah, but lesbian sex
isn't a crime.

Well, the fact that these buggers
are still criminals

undermines everyone's
ability to protest.

Yeah, that's right.

Anti-discrimination?
(MURMUR OF AGREEMENT)

OK, so Walker's bill
outlaws discrimination

on race, gender, religion and age.

We need to convince Wran
to include sexuality.

No, no, no, no -
it needs to be HOMOsexuality.

'Sexuality' includes things
that we can't defend.

Bestiality...

Sue! You cannot
leave out the trannies!

You can't say that!

Also, we...look, we know...
we know custody is complicated,

but some small changes

to relationship recognition
and fostering rules

could make a huge difference.

Before we do that, can we just work
out a definition of 'sexuality'...

If there's anything
that upsets the straights

as much as poofters
sucking cock in parks,

it's dykes raising children.

(ANGRY CLAMOUR)

Well, I don't think
that's funny at all.

Listen! The number one issue
should be the police!

(GROANING)

If Wran let us protest,
we could achieve everything else.

We could!
(WHISTLES SHRILLY)

OK, look, we can't go in there
with a shopping list.

We need to offer
something achievable.

Well, other...other communities
have chosen a small delegation.

Can we agree on one male
and one female representative?

(ALL CLAMOUR)
No! Marg, that's not gonna work!

We've got...

(QUIET CHATTER)

NEVILLE WRAN: Morning.

JIM: Premier.
MARG: Morning.

Youth suicide and homelessness,

violence prevention,

uh, relationship recognition,

and a host of issues
around education.

For gay men, um, amending
the Crimes Act is the priority,

and both gays and lesbians want
anti-discrimination laws.

(MURMUR OF AGREEMENT)

And shock treatment.

Sorry, what?

Psychiatrists "curing" homosexuals
with shock treatment.

WOMAN 1: That's right.

WOMAN 2: It's appalling.

You know, I like being Premier
of New South Wales.

But I will lose
a lot of religious voters

if I support...if I support these.
(ALL PROTEST)

Including...including all
the Catholics in my cabinet...

But our community will support you.

And how large is your community?
Well, it's a decent-sized community.

It's large enough to be acknowl...
How large?

(CLEARS THROAT) Premier,
the Kinsey Report suggests 10%.

Active, visible, engaged members

who would change their vote
on this issue?

Nobody...nobody knows.

Well, would you say
larger than the Catholics?

Or the Evangelicals?

Or...the returned soldiers?

All the people I will lose
if I'm for gay and lesbians?

(MURMURING)

Oh, great. Oh, great.
So we're not humans. Great.

Personally, I am sympathetic.

Oh, my God.
But you need to demonstrate

that the wider community
supports change.

Well, how are we supposed to get
the wider community behind us

when the police
keep shutting us down?

You know, taking on the churches
is one thing.

You want me to take on
the New South Wales Police?

You are the Premier AND
the Police Minister, aren't you?

Hey, every time we march for rights,

the cops are out there
breaking heads!

A Labor government should...

..should sort out these
violent, corrupt bastards.

(SIGHS)

Well, thank you all
very much for your time.

(MURMURING)

Jesus, Lance. The police?

He was never gonna come at that.

PETER: Look, I know it wasn't
the result we were hoping for.

At least he respected us enough
to tell us the truth.

Respected us? I mean, no.
We need to build alliances.

Peter, Wran is weak.
Actually...

RON: Oh, my God. I am bored already.

How about we just revive
the socials at the Town Hall.

Can we have a bit of fun,
for goodness sake?

We've got nothing.
Not a bloody sniff of hope.

On ANY issue.

He was...personally sympathetic.

Oh, for God's sake.

I mean, how...how gutless
and hypocritical is that -

just letting a bunch of rabid
right-wingers in his own government

dictate a position
that he knows is wrong!

If we cannot get
our own community on board...

MARG: I couldn't give a shit
about his personal sympathies.

..how can we possibly
win over the straights?

It doesn't change the fact
that according to the government

I am...I'm a sick criminal
with...with no rights

and I have to ask THEM
to give me my children back.

There have been cases where
lesbians have been given custody...

Yeah, I know! I know!

With conditions - we...

..we sleep in separate bedrooms.
Yes.

We...we don't talk about
lesbian activism.

We don't...we don't discuss
sexuality with our own kids!

I know, Marg. I know.

But she would be with us.

Yeah, until they found a way
to say that we had breached,

and they took her away...

Fuck!
What?

Oh, no, I'm alright.
What?

Shit!
What...?

Oh!
Jim!

He's the Police Minister...
JIM!

Ogh!
What?

Oh, God!
Where's the pain?

You're not...
you're not alright, Marg.

Is there tightness?
Mm!

Call an ambulance!

Jim, what is it?
OK, Marg, look at me.

Hi.

I'll go and get some dinner.

Mm.

(SIGHS)

(BOTH CHUCKLE TEARFULLY)

Well, you look better
than I expected.

(WEAKLY) Oh, yeah?
Mm.

For a dyke with a triple bypass.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Yeah, a bit of lippy
wouldn't go astray.

Get fucked.

You know, we can...

..we can, um...

..we'll keep everything going.

Till you're better.

(SOBS)

Oh, I'm not sure if I can take
much more of this.

Oh, fuck.

Oh.

They won't let me smoke in bed!

(BOTH LAUGH)

Oh, fuck.

(SIGHS)

I love you so much.
I love you.

Oh, It'll be fine.
It's gonna be fine.

Yeah, you're gonna be fine.
Yeah.

You're gonna be just fine.
Yeah.

ALL: (CHANT) Two! Four! Six! Eight!
Gay is just as good as straight!

Two! Four! Six! Eight!
Gay is just as good as straight!

Two! Four! Six! Eight!
Gay is just as good as straight!

Two! Four! Six! Eight!
(WHISTLE BLOWS)

(ALL CLAMOUR)

JIM: You must have done SOMETHING
to antagonise them.

VANESSA: (IN OTHER ROOM)
What's the time, Mr Wolf?

Police don't just arrest people
out of the blue.

MURPH: Three o'clock!

Are we talking about the New
South Wales Police? They're thugs.

What's the time, Mr Wolf?
Then why is it always you?

Four o'clock!

You make yourself a target.

I might not always be around
to patch you up.

What's the time, Mr Wolf?

Dinner time!

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)
(WHOOPS)

MAN: Yeah, so, just down...
that one there.

OFFICER: What, second on the right?
Yeah, that's it. The second.

REPORTER (ON TV) Yes, Greg.
Well, in the city...

VANESSA: (SCREAMS) ICE-CREAM!

..the city council are up there
collecting debris.

A few moments ago, two...
ICE-CREAM!

..Ford Escort panel vans full
of brooms were brought along...

ICE-CREAM!

Should I give her more ice-cream?
ICE-CREAM!

More ice-cream? No! She's had
enough sugar today already.

ICE-CREAM!
That's why she's screaming.

(POUNDING AT DOOR)

It's better to let her
tire herself out.

(SCREAMS)
Who's that?

Nessie, Nessie, Nessie...

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
What's going on here?

Are you the owner
of this property?

Who's responsible for this child?
I am. I'm her father. What's going...

You're the father?
Well, we've had a complaint, mate.

What complaint?
I'll check upstairs.

A child in a dangerous situation.
You can't just...

What's your name?
Vanessa.

Vanessa?
Excuse me.

I might be able to help you if...
Is that your daddy, is it?

Yeah.
Can you please stop...

Where's your mummy?
Goulburn.

Mummy's not here?
Is this 'cause she was screaming?

Was it the neighbours?
Who are you?

She's had too much sugar.
Dr James Walker. This is my house.

She was screaming because
she wanted more ice-cream.

Who's the fella with the kid, then?

My...housemate.
What's this mark on her arm?

You tell me what the issue is...
Housemate.

..and I will be able to help you.

Not your homosexual lover?

There's no mark.
This happened at home here, did it?

There's not a bruise.
Ooh, it looks a bit sore.

Can we please call the director
of Grosvenor Hospital?

She'll tell you
that Vanessa is not at risk.

OFFICER: And who's
that long-haired lout?

Bit of a, uh...
three-in-a-bed thing, is it?

Excuse me, sir...

Where's your daddy sleep?
Uh, at home.

You tell me, is your daddy
a good man or a bad man?

Oh, OK, alright. No, no, no -
this is actually harassment.

If you've got an issue
and think that she's being abused,

then you need to arrest me.

If not, can you please leave?

Could always lock the both of you up

for being a pair of
self-proclaimed shirt-lifters.

Hm?

Are we good?

Are you alright?
Yes.

Yeah? Gave you a bit of a scare,
didn't it?

(SIGHS) We're alright.

We're alright.
Just a couple of idiots, eh?

Yeah.

Couple of idiots, weren't they?

Hm?

(ENGINE STARTS, CAR DRIVES AWAY)

This has to stop.

Oh, you are upset.

Yeah. I want you to step back.

No more protests, no more public...

Well, it wasn't Lance's fault.
The police are gonna pick on some...

They were in our home.
Yeah, I noticed.

In our bedroom!

I think Jim needs a cuddle too.

(CHUCKLES)

You know, I reckon we need to...

..we need to really concentrate
on repealing the...

LANCE!

(WALKS OUT)

'Cause it's, um...it's just giving
the cops free rein, you know.

(DOOR SLAMS)
Yeah.

Um...can I...can I make a call?

Yeah.

(PHONE RINGS)

(CHATTER)
Phone-A-Friend - this is Keith.

Hang on - I'll just
get the details.

So, uh, in the spirit of solidarity,

we're inviting gay men and lesbians
around the world

to mark the anniversary of Stonewall

with an international day
of gay pride.

Ken's putting together
a gay solidarity group

and he's asking
all of the gay and lesb...

Some.
Some.

..some of the gay and lesbian
groups in Sydney

to come together
and plan a response.

We're thinking of a march,
or a forum...

Or both.

I'm bored.

No, come on - it just...
it sounds so dreary.

Why... Who's gonna come
to this march

when no-one's gone
to any other march?

Do you...do you, uh, need any help
approaching the other groups?

Oh, it's already done.

But, you know, Lance,
we'd really welcome your ideas.

Mm-hm.

Great. OK.

Sorry, Lance.
Did you, um...have a moment?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I think
we're, uh...we're finished here.

Thank God.
Thanks.

KEN: Thank you for your time.

No, seriously. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Look, I just...the only thing is,

I just want you to take me to the
forest and shoot me in the head

and bury me,
'cause I'm that depressed.

It's not gonna be...
it's not gonna be how it was.

I just want something happy -
do you know what I mean?

Sorry, Peter,
did you want to, um...?

Look, Lance...

..all these violent protests
and the negative publicity -

it has to stop.

It's scaring people off.
It's PUTTING people off.

People who are vulnerable
and isolated

and afraid of...being...

A lot of members feel
that CAMP should just focus

on being a gay counselling service.

Your actions group...

..will need to meet elsewhere.

Look, there's so many other groups
for marches and...

(SOUND FADES OUT)

LANCE: I think I've been
kicked out of CAMP.

I heard.

Bon told me.

There's a new group...

(SIGHS)

..and, uh...

..they're planning to do a big...

..big day of protest.

I can't do this anymore.

(SIGHS)

The police raided my surgery today.

I think you should sleep
in the boys' room

until you find a place of your own.

Oh, shit.

Oi! Oi! Can you give us a hand?

Sorry - I seem to be falling apart.

Ooh! Thank you.

Hey, I'm doing a show at Patch's
at 10:00pm. You should come!

It's 11:30.
Plenty of time.

Ron.

What am I doing here?
You're here because you owe me.

Oh, yeah?

Now, I have stood beside you
for years...

Mm.
..during the Lance Gowland Show.

And now it's time for you
to do something in return.

Yeah? What's that?

We're gonna go for a walk.

Down Oxford Street. Come on.

I should warn you, Ron -

I'm completely over poofters.

Mm. Of course you are...

..comrade.

(MEN LAUGH)

MAN: I know, but every time...

Take my hand.
MAN: He never does it.

He's such a tight-arse.
I know!

Come on.
Yeah, there's no way...

Trust me.
I know.

Take it, don't squeeze it.

Hiya.
Hey.

(MEN CONVERSE INDISTINCTLY)

See? That wasn't so bad, was it?

This is our community, Lance.

And they're not just activists.

We did this.
We made this all possible.

Then why won't they march?

Every protest I organise
gets smaller and smaller.

Marg.
Hello.

Mwah!
Ohh.

Oh, jeez -
I thought I looked like shit.

Oh, Jim kicked him out. He's been
sleeping on my floor for a week.

Oh, shit, Lance. Are you alright?
Yeah, I'm OK.

Well, you can stay at ours
if you need.

No, no, no, no, no.
I love him on the floor.

Yeah, it's alright.
It's been fun.

Marg, can you drink yet?
Uh, special occasions.

Well, it's my shout.
Oh, well, that's incredibly special.

What's this about?

This is very exciting.

I have an idea for this
gay solidarity day.

I think we should have
a street party.

(SNORTS)
Fill Oxford Street up with people.

Music, dancing, lights.

Get them out of the bars
and onto the streets.

And no protests, please. No aggro.

I've been flogging myself for years
to show we're serious about reform.

Lance...

A bunch of fairies
gyrating in dancing pumps...

The night Judy Gar...
..will look like we don't care.

It'll look like...look like
we just want to party.

The night Judy Garland died,
the police raided the Stonewall Inn

and it was the drag queens
that fought them off.

Now, you get the drag queens,
you get the boys,

I guarantee you, before you can say
"There's no place like homo,"

you're gonna get
the straights swarming in

and perving on the freak show -
I guarantee it.

Yeah, like...like Carnival in Rio.
No, not really.

Or...or New Orleans Mardi Gras.

You get the feathers,
you get the tits,

you get the dance routines,
it's going...

Well, I can muster
a slow dance, I'm sure.

Lance, you want visibility, my love.

This is the way to do it.

We're gonna close down Oxford Street
and have a riot of colour and fun.

Might be a small riot.

There were only...six people
at the last protest.

That would be because
it was a protest, Lance,

and it was nasty and it was grim

and, quite frankly, it was...

..well, pathetic.

THIS...is going to be glorious.

(BANGS ON DOOR) Jim!

Jim!
JIM: (WHISPERS) Lance!

Lance?!

What are you doing?

Let me in.
It's not locked.

Jim!
What?!

We're gonna have a mardi gras.

(RECORD CRACKLES,
MELLOW OPERA MUSIC PLAYS)

It's gonna be a street party.

At night.

In fancy dress.

So anyone who's a bit scared
of being exposed

can, uh, wear a wig or a mask.

(BOTTLE CAP CLATTERS)
You know...

(POURS DRINK)

..when I started in this movement,

I knew every out gay man in Sydney.

And it was all politics,
all the time,

because that's all...
that's all we had.

But now we're...we're part
of a mixed-up, mad...

..community, you know?

There's artists, and there's...

..there's...there's dykes,
and druggies,

and public servants,
and primary school teachers,

and fuck it - I just...
I wanna...I wanna celebrate.

I wanna celebrate.

Out there,

they LOVE a miserable, lonely homo.

And going along
the way we are, it's...

..it's proving
they're right about us.

What'll scare them shitless

is a group of poofs
and a group of lezzos

dancing in the streets...

..because we're happy.

We're happy.

And...and...

..and we're proud...

..to be gay.

All that sounds amazing.

(CHUCKLES) It really does.

Goodnight, Lance.

KEN: Night-time? No-one will come.
MARG: They WILL come.

We've hardly got enough volunteers
to organise the forum and the march.

(MURMUR OF AGREEMENT)
Just put it to a vote.

All in favour of a mardi gras?

Hmm!
(CHUCKLING)

(DOOR CLOSES)
Gay and lesbian street party?

Gave the boys a bit of a chuckle.

The usual conditions for a protest.
You know the drill.

It's not a protest.
It's gonna be fun.

If you behave yourselves,
we'll ALL have fun, huh?

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)

(LIVELY CHATTER)

Marg wants to be cowgirls,
but it's gonna be cold and...

Oh, Robbie, please -
I have to have it.

(ENGINE REVS, STOPS)

It's a dykey bikie!
(CAR HORN TOOTS)

(ENGINE STALLS, MUSIC CUTS OUT)

(ENGINE STARTS,
MUSIC RESUMES ON RADIO)

(ENGINE STOPS, MUSIC STOPS)

Ta-da!

It's...yellow.

It's hideous.

Ken, we're gonna need
a bigger banner.

Oh, just put the sound system
in the back.

KEN: I like it, Lance.
Where's Marg?

She said she was gonna
bring the music.

Yeah, she's coming. She's just
at the lawyers with Nicole.

Oh, God - this stinks.
Now, the bars close at 10:00,

which means every
dyke and poofter in Sydney

is gonna be walking down
Oxford Street towards the clubs...

Now listen, when you're
handing these things out,

I would like you to
mince around a bit, please.

MURPH: Pretend you're chewing
on a Mintie with your arse.

That's it.

KEN: Yeah, and talk it up.
It'd be awful if nobody came.

MARG: Here they are.

So, we're going to need to start
doing some work over here.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm gonna live with Mum.

(ROBBIE CHUCKLES)

We've applied for
unconditional custody.

(LAUGHS)
Oh, Marg.

(LAUGHS) That's wonderful.

Right - music for the parade.

Ah. Yes.

(CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHS)

('ODE TO A GYM TEACHER'
BY MEG CHRISTIAN PLAYS)

RON: Oh, I love this song!

# She was a big, tough woman,
the first to come along

# That showed me being female
meant you still could be strong

# And though graduation... #

(CHEERING, APPLAUSE)

Is this everybody?

It's early, queens time.

Gay Solidarity
have another 20 protestors

headed up Liverpool Street.

Well, they need to hurry.

Ugh. Bloody hell.

# I wrote her name on my notepad

# And I inked it on my dress... #

Evening, fellas.

OFFICER: What the fuck
do you think you're doing?

OFFICER: You need to get moving,
Mr Gowland.

Permit's for 10:30.

You're making my
nice, clean streets untidy.

You agreed to obey
all police directions.

Absolutely.
Yeah, yeah.

Here are my directions -

you march the agreed route,
you don't linger,

and you don't stop.

It's not a march.

It's a mardi gras.

# And though graduation meant
that we had to part... #

BON: Lance.

You're joining us.
We've got bail money.

Oh, that's totally unnecessary.
It's a party, not a protest.

Hopefully, we won't need it.

Thanks for coming.

Have you seen Jim?

Not tonight, no.

No, not...not for a while, actually.

# ..new aches and pains
the teacher had to rub

# And while other girls
went to the prom

# I languished by the phone

# Calling up and hanging up
if I found out she was home

# She was a big, tough woman,
the first to come along

# That showed me being female
meant you still could be strong

# And though graduation
meant that we had to part... #

You right, Lance?

Let's get this party started!

(ALL CHEER)

('OVER AND OVER' BY SYLVESTER PLAYS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(CROWD SHOUTS AND CHEERS)

# Over and over

# Time and time again

# You can't be nobody's lover

# You can't be nobody's lover

# Till you're somebody's friend... #

(MUSIC AND CHEERING
CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)

(CAR STARTS, ENGINE RUMBLES)

Jesus Christ.

('GLAD TO BE GAY'
BY TOM ROBINSON BAND PLAYS)

LANCE: (SHOUTS)
Hey, Jeremy! Hey, Jeremy!

Go tell them
they're welcome to join us.

The bar queens?

Tell them there's
free head jobs in Hyde Park.

(LAUGHS)
(CROWD SHOUTS AND CHEERS)

# But they still find excuses
to call it obscene... #

I'm off. I'll be back.

ALL: (CHANT) Out of the bars
and onto the streets!

Out of the bars
and onto the streets!

Out of the bars
and onto the streets!

Out of the bars
and onto the streets!

Out of the bars
and onto the streets!

Out of the bars
and onto the streets!

Out of the bars
and onto the streets!

Out of the bars
and onto the streets!

Have a beer.
Oh. I'm...I'm not much of a drinker.

# Sing if you're glad to be gay

# Sing if you're happy that way, hey

# Sing if you're glad to be gay

# Sing if you're happy that way

# Don't try to kid us
that if you're discreet... #

Lance! You have to have
a look at this! Lance!

(CROWD CHEERS AND SHOUTS)

# You don't need to mince
or make... #

ALL: (CHANT) Out of the bars
and onto the streets!

Out of the bars
and onto the streets!

Out of the bars
and onto the streets!

# I had a friend
who was gentle and short

# He was lonely one evening
and went for a walk

# Gay-bashers caught him
and kicked in his teeth... #

(ENGINE REVS)

Keep it moving, mate.
Do not slow down.

Hey, a bit of common sense, Officer.

They're strung out like
Brown's cows. Let them catch up.

Head down Liverpool.

Permit says Hyde Park.

Hey...
Hey!

(ENGINE REVS)

(TYRES SCREECH)

# Sing if you're glad to be gay

# Sing if you're happy that way

(CROWD SHOUTS AND CHEERS)

# And sit back and watch
as they close down our clubs

# Arrest us for meeting
and raid all our pubs

# Make sure your boyfriend's
at least 21

# So only your friends
and your brothers get done

# Lie to your workmates,
lie to your folks

# Put down the queers... #

OFFICER: Stop the vehicle!
What the fuck?!

Come on, get out!

(CROWD CLAMOURS)

Get out of the vehicle!

(CROWD CLAMOURS)

Get back! Back! I said back!

Is everyone enjoying the Mardi Gras?

(CROWD CHEERS)

We have some messages
from our friends overseas.

(CHEERING DIES DOWN)

From San Francisco -

"Around the world, the fight is on,

"against the Briggs Initiative
that allows homosexuals to be sacked,

"against laws that imprison
and persecute gays and lesbians.

"We too will parade on the streets!"

(CROWD CHEERS)

Shut him down - now!

From Berlin -

"Homosexuals share the right of every
human being to be free, to love..."

(CROWD CLAMOURS)

Get off me!

(CROWD SHOUTS AND JEERS)

Lance!
(CROWD SHOUTS AND JEERS)

(MEGAPHONE FEEDBACK SQUEALS)
You're breaking the law.

Disperse immediately
or you will be arrested.

MAN: To the Cross! To the Cross!

No!

(CROWD CHEERS)

Lance! Lance, Lance, Lance!

Lance, there are cops and paddy
wagons at Darlo. Serious numbers.

(CROWD SHOUTS AND CHEERS)

(CROWD SHOUTS AND CHEERS)

(CROWD SHOUTS AND CHEERS)

We need to get everyone out of here.

Disperse immediately!

They're surrounding us.

They've no intention
of letting us go.

Help me get this dress off!

Disperse immediately!

Everyone, link arms!

Link arms! Link arms!

Link arms!

Link arms!

Hold tight!

Move in close.

(CHANTS) Stop police attacks!
On gays, women and blacks!

ALL: Stop police attacks!
On gays, women and blacks!

Stop police attacks!
On gays, women and blacks!

Stop police attacks!
On gays, women and blacks!

Stop police attacks!
Alright, you're coming with me.

(CROWD CLAMOURS)

OFFICER: Come on, let's go!

Get your fucking hands off her!

Robbie!

Get off, you arsehole!

GABY: Let go of her! Let go of her!
Hey! Get off her!

Robbie! Robbie!
(OFFICER SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)

Robbie!

MARG: Robbie!

(CROWD CLAMOURS)

(ROBBIE GASPS, GRUNTS)
Robbie, no!

(CROWD CLAMOURS)

Get off! Get off her!

No, please! Don't! Don't!

(BANGING, CLATTERING)

RON: No, no! Please!
Please, please, please, please!

Please! Stop, stop, stop! Stop!

WOMAN: Stop police attacks!
On gays, women and blacks!

(THUD!)

Stop police attacks!
Get off!

Stop police attacks!
On gays, women and blacks!

Stop police attacks!

Get the fuck off me!

(CROWD CLAMOURS,
WAGON DOORS SLAM, BLOWS THUD)

MAN: Back off! Hey, hey!

LANCE: Get off, you fucker!

Hey!

MURPH: Are you OK? Are you OK?
(WINDED) Yeah.

(GROANS)

Get off me, you arsehole! (GRUNTS)

(OFFICER GRUNTS)

(BLOWS THUD)
On the ground now!

Get on the ground!

(CROWD CLAMOURS)
WOMAN: Stop police attacks!

MAN: Get off me!
Another one!

(GRUNTS, GROANS)

Go on - get in there!

(MAN SCREAMS IN PAIN, SOBS)
Get in there! Get in!

ALL: Stop police attacks!
On gays, women and blacks!

OFFICER: Right, stay down!

(SCREAMS, WHIMPERS)
Stay down!

(CROWD CLAMOURS)

Are we gonna let the dykes and poofs
have all the fun?!

(GROANS)
Stop it!

(ROBBIE SCREAMS)
Stop it! Let go of her!

(GROANS)
Let go of her! Robbie!

MAN: You got it?
You got it? You right?

Let go! Robbie!

LANCE: Get out! Go, go, go, go!

Hey! Arsehole!

(OFFICER SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)

ROBBIE: Get off me!

Come here, you bitch!

Fuck it.

Fuck you!

OFFICER: You are disobeying
a direct police order!

Get out of it!

Don't! Let go! Let go! Let go!

(GRUNTS) Get in there! Get in there!

(DOOR CLANGS)

(BLOWS THUD, CROWD CLAMOURS)

OFFICER: You poofter!

MURPH: Yeah, yeah, yeah. OK.

So, next time they try
to put someone else in,

we all just push forward
and make a break for it.

Good idea.
You lead the way.

(CROWD CLAMOURS)

Ugh!
Come on! Run!

You fuckin' prick!
Ugh!

You'll wish you were never
fuckin' born, you fuckin' prick!

Get in. Get in!

(CROWD CLAMOURS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(CROWD CLAMOURS)

WOMAN: Get off me!

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS) Get off!

(GROANS)

Stay down, you fuckin'...

(GRUNTS, CHOKES)

Oh...!

(ENGINE STARTS)

(DOORS CLOSE,
PADDY WAGONS PULL AWAY)

(BANGING FROM INSIDE WAGON)

Follow 'em!

Follow 'em! Follow the paddy wagons!

They're gonna be going
to Darlinghurst Station!

Follow 'em! Everybody!

(DOORS OPEN)

(OFFICERS SHOUT INDISTINCTLY)
OFFICER: Right, get out!

Move! Straight ahead!

(ALL CLAMOUR)

Right, you lot, out you get.

Come on - move it, move it!
Watch your head.

Get out, mate. Get out.
We still have rights.

Through that door, please.
Through that door.

What's the charge?

We'll think of something, mate.
Come on, get out.

Uh-uh-uh-uh! Not you, dickhead!
You fuckin' stay put.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(CROWD CLAMOURS)

What are the charges?!

(CROWD CLAMOURS)

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(DOOR OPENS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(DOOR LATCH CLANKS)

(CROWD CLAMOURS OUTSIDE)

Well, get out.

Get off me!

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS, PANTS)

You filthy fuckin' little ratbag!

Did you fuckin' kick me, mate?!

You're gonna wish you were never
fuckin' born, you fuckin' prick!

(THUD!)
(GRUNTS)

(SMACK!)
(GROANS)

Please!
(THUD!)

(THUD!)
(SOBS) Please, don't!

(SMACK!)

(ALL CLAMOUR)

Ron!
We need to do some kind of headcount.

I don't know who we've got.
I haven't seen Sue.

I haven't seen Greg.
I haven't seen Greg.

MURPH: (INSIDE) Ugh!
(SMACK!)

(SOBS) Please, stop!
That's Murph. That's Murph.

Oi! Hey!

(CROWD CLAMOURS)
Somebody's bashing Peter!

Somebody's in there, bash...

(CHANTS) Let them go! Let them go!

CROWD: Let them go! Let them go!

Let them go! Let them go!
Let them go! Let them go!

(MURPH GROANS AND SOBS OUTSIDE)
(BLOWS THUD)

Stop!

(GRUNTS)
(SMACK!)

You fucking...
(SMACK!)

..little...
(SMACK!)

..prick!
(CRUNCH!)

(CHOKES, GURGLES)
(PANTS)

CROWD: (OUTSIDE) Let them go!
Let them go! Let them go!

Let them go! Let them go!
(CHOKES, GURGLES, GROANS)

Let them go! Let them go!
Let them go! Let them go!

Let them go! Let them go!

Let them go! Let them go!
(CHOKES, GROANS)

Let them go! Let them go!
Let them go! Let them go!

Let them go! Let them go!

Let them go! Let them go!
(SOUND FADES OUT)

Bail money. We've been passing
the hat around in the clubs.

Thank you, comrade.
That's alright, love.

SUE: My friends are in there and
I want to make sure they're alright.

OFFICER: Step away
from the entrance.

But what's the bail?
Step away, sweetheart.

(SNORTS)

Are you alright?

Yeah.

Peter Murphy's inside.

I heard.
They're not letting anyone in.

My name's Dr James Walker.
I'm here to see Peter Murphy.

No-one here by that name.

What - 50, 60 arrests?

You're gonna spend
the next month in court,

and if a single one
of these protesters claims

you've denied them
medical treatment,

I'll be standing right beside them,
ready to testify to it.

Poofter.

(MURPH GASPS, BREATHES SHAKILY)

Jesus.

(WHIMPERS, GROANS)

It's me.

It's Jim.

It'll be OK.

Peter, look at me.

It'll be OK.

(GRUNTS)

CROWD: # We shall not,
we shall not be moved

(DOOR CLANGS)

# We shall not,
we shall not be moved

# Just like a tree

# That's standing by the water

# We shall not be moved

# We shall not,
we shall not be moved

# We shall not,
we shall not be moved

# Just like a tree

# That's standing by the water

# We shall not be moved

# We shall not,
we shall not be moved

# We shall not,
we shall not be moved

# Just like a tree

# That's standing by the water

# We shall not be moved... #

(SIGHS)

Thanks for taking care of Murph.

They could've killed him.

(CHUCKLES)

Do you need a lift?

Hm...

I've got a truck over there.

Mm. Saw that.
(CHUCKLES)

I think I'll walk.

(SNIFFS)

Oh, you gotta be joking.

(SIGHS)

How's your mate?

St Vincent's wouldn't see him,
so they took him to RPA.

Good party, Lance.

Yeah. We'll be back next year.

What - not enough of you
left bleeding?

(CHUCKLES)

You'll get shamed out of beating us

long before we stop
being able to take it.

Wanna bet?

100 bucks says in 10 years
there's still a Mardi Gras.

And by then, you'll be
dancing in it yourself.

You'd look good in hotpants.

(STARTER TURNS,
ENGINE RATTLES AND DIES)

('HEROES' BY DAVID BOWIE PLAYS)

(STARTER SHUDDERS)

(STARTER TURNS, ENGINE ROARS)

(GEARS GRIND)

# I

# I will be king

# And you

# You will be queen

# Though nothing

# Will drive them away

# We can be heroes

# Just for one day

# We can be us

# Just for one day. #