Death in Brunswick (1990) Movie Script
(gentle guitar music)
(upbeat music)
(cans clattering)
(cans clattering)
(soft upbeat music)
(Carl groaning)
(upbeat music)
(Carl exhaling)
(upbeat music)
(cans clattering)
(upbeat music)
(cans smashing)
(upbeat music)
- Oh my God.
Mother? Is that you, are you all right?
- Oh hello, Dear. You up already?
- What are you doing in there?
- I'm doing what you should be doing.
Really, I wish you
wouldn't live like this.
It so disappoints me.
I know you think it's
bohemian, all this filth,
never washing the dishes and so on.
But really it's just unhygienic. Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it, Dear?
- Yes, Mum.
- Don't call me Mum. It's common.
(match striking)
Your landlord seems to be a very rude man.
I opened it by mistake.
You'll have to learn to pay
your rent on time, Dear.
I can't be expected to help
you forever, now can I?
- Yes, Mum.
I'm going for a job.
- Really? Oh, that's wonderful news.
It's only a short stay this time, Dear.
No more than a week.
- A week?
- You won't even notice I'm here.
(flames roaring)
(shower spitting)
(flames roaring)
(water running)
(water dripping)
(flames roaring)
(upbeat music)
(air hissing)
(upbeat music)
(traffic zooming)
(upbeat music)
(music stops)
- Aris, this is the new cookie.
- Yanni, this fridge is stuff again.
I thought you was gonna fix it.
- Yeah, yeah, later, later.
- Later, later (grumbles).
- Well, this is it.
It's got everything you need, no probs.
Tony upstairs does the
ordering and the buying.
You do the cooking.
- All right.
- This is the cool room. Keep
your veggies, chips in there.
You feed the kids' faces, keep them happy.
We make the money. Okay, Cookie?
- Carl. Carl's my name.
- Yeah, right. Okay, Cookie, go for it.
- What?
- Start cooking.
- You want me to start cooking now?
- Yeah. Don't tell me you can't cook that.
- Well, yeah, of course I can, but--
- Yeah, but what? You
want the job or don't you?
- Well, yes I do, but, who helps me?
I mean, do I have a kitchen hand or what?
- Yeah, but what do you think this is?
There's a welcome staffer comes in.
Bastard, he should be here by now.
But you know what a bloody
helpless mob those Turks are.
- Look, Yanni, I--
- I can't stay and chat all day.
I've got a club to run, see.
Any probs, take them to
Laurie. He'll sort them out.
Here's your keys.
Back door, cool room, up
the side. See ya, Cookie.
(insects buzzing)
Oh, and no drinking, okay?
(insects buzzing)
- Well when does, what?
Phew.
(insects buzzing)
(Carl groaning)
(food sizzling)
- You're the new cook?
- Yeah.
- Mustafa.
Go on, say it.
- Moose, Mustafa.
- Oh.
Mustafa.
- Mustafa.
- Okay, go ahead.
- Carl.
- Carl.
- Yeah.
Well, Mustafa, how about
cleaning down the benches please?
- Pigs, let them eat like pigs.
- Yeah I know, but,
it's my kitchen.
- It's your kitchen, you clean it.
(food sizzling)
(Carl sighing)
- This bloody rotten
beef they're giving me.
(knife scraping)
What am I expected to do with these?
Hey, Mustafa, feel like a drink?
- Shouldn't drink in the kitchen.
Maybe you cut your hand off.
- Well I can see we're gonna get on well.
Uh, who's on the bar?
- Sophie and Carmel.
- What are they like?
- Don't.
- I'm just gonna get a drink,
that's all. Do you want one?
- Don't. Don't go up there.
- Keep an eye on the onions, will you?
(soft music)
- Hello.
- Hi, Cookie. I'm Sophie.
- Carl.
(soft music)
- Are you all right?
- Oh, yeah, I was wondering
if I could have a drink.
- Staff aren't allowed to drink.
- Yeah, I know.
- So what do you want?
- Tequila.
And a dash of ginger.
What are you doing going
around dressed like that,
especially in a joint like this?
- Yeah, well.
Yanni turns around the
other night, and he goes,
all your barmaids are gonna wear
school uniforms tomorrow night, see?
Bring the customers in.
- Do you like working here?
- It's all right.
- Hey, Sophie,
I'm never gonna get through
the night on just this.
Do you think you could
bring us down another one?
If you get a break.
You've got lovely hazel
eyes. Did you know that?
(Sophie giggling)
- Yeah, okay, Cookie, why not?
- You know the rules. No drinking.
- Ugh, don't.
- What are you looking at?
Want some of this, eh? Do you, uh?
Well piss off, Cookie.
This belongs to management, got it?
- I figure, mate, that's
sexual harassment.
- Sexual harassment, my ass.
Downstairs, because we're gonna
get a frigging pie machine.
(drums beating)
- Hey, Mustafa, what do you think of her?
- Who?
- Sophie.
- Greek girls no good.
Everybody give it to her.
- Yeah?
You haven't, have you?
- I'm married.
- Oh yeah, right.
Laurie's a heavy bastard,
though, isn't he?
- Doesn't scare me.
- Yeah well, couldn't scare me either.
(phone dialling)
How long have you worked here?
- Cooks come, cooks go.
- Yeah, right.
Hello, Mother.
Yeah, yeah.
I got the job.
Yeah.
Hey look, I can't talk right now, Mother.
You're gonna have to make
your own dinner tonight.
I'm gonna be late home, all right?
Yeah, I'm down here now.
Yeah.
- [Mother] I love you.
- I love you too, Mother.
Yeah, right.
All right, bye.
(phone dinging)
(water splashing)
(muffled rock music)
(men chattering)
(muffled rock music)
(men chattering)
- Thank you.
(muffled rock music)
(food sizzling)
(muffled rock music)
(footsteps approaching)
- Great.
- Thanks for sticking up for me.
But you wanna watch out for
Laurie. He's a real bastard.
- You and him, you're not uh?
- That big suck, no way.
And my girlfriend, Carmel, she goes,
she goes, that new guy in
the kitchen, that Carl?
He looks a bit like Sting.
- Yeah? Sting, eh?
- Yeah.
(muffled rock music)
(spoon stirring)
- How long have you worked here?
- Nearly a year.
I used to work at the Safeways,
but I got sick of that.
And I did a bit of waitressing,
and then me dad got me this job here.
What about you?
What have you been doing?
You always been a cook?
-Um.
Could I, um,
could I ring you at home, maybe?
We could go out or something?
- No, shit no.
My dad doesn't like guys ringing up.
I'll ring you.
What's your number?
(muffled rock music)
We all thought you were a poof.
- Yeah?
Well, I'm not.
(Sophie chuckling)
- You're better looking
than him, you know.
Better looking than Sting.
(Carl chuckling)
- [Laurie] Hey, Sophie!
- Gotta go, Cookie. See you tomorrow, eh?
- Yeah, okay.
(upbeat music)
(Carl sighing)
(upbeat music)
(bottles clinking)
(upbeat music)
(Carl groaning)
(soft upbeat music)
- Wake up, Dear, wake up! Time to get up.
It's a lovely morning.
- Oh, Jesus Christ, Mum.
- It's nine o'clock, Carl.
Don't shout at your mother.
Sleeping in your clothes,
you really are ...
No wonder poor Pru left you.
- Don't start now, Mum, please.
- I'm only trying to help,
Dear. Lord knows you need it.
Just look at you.
You ought to eat more fruit.
You look all blocked up.
Right, now get a move on,
Carl. I want my breakfast.
Did you find your magazines?
- I only read them for
the interviews, Mother.
You're supposed to be giving those up.
- Ashtray, Dear.
I have very few pleasures left.
Cigarettes, and my wonderful Mr. Mahler.
The least you can do is put
up with them for a while.
What are you going to do today, Dear?
- Well, I have to go to work at six,
so I thought I'd just--
- Look, Uncle John's
calling round to discuss
my will, and I want you out.
It'll all be yours one day, all I have.
The Lord truly works in
mysterious ways, doesn't He?
- Uncle John? Mother, I just wanted to--
- It's a lovely day. Go for a walk.
Get some air into your lungs.
(soft orchestral music)
(phone ringing)
Hello.
Yes, yes, he lives here.
This is Mrs. Fitzgerald,
his mother, speaking.
Just a minute. I'll see if he's in.
She sounds foreign.
(soft orchestral music)
- Sophie?
- Hi, I rang you earlier this morning,
but your mum answered and
she said you were out.
- Oh right, yeah.
What are you doing?
- I'm at my Auntie Martha's place,
looking after my cousin Con.
What are you doing?
- Oh, nothing much, just, sitting around,
thinking about you.
- Oh yeah.
Listen, I'm gonna take Con to the movies.
- Oh, would you like some company?
Great. Look, I'll meet you outside.
- Okay, Cookie, see ya.
- Oh, yeah, and Sophe?
Please don't call me Cookie, okay?
- Yeah, okay. See ya.
Mm.
(soft orchestral music)
(phone dinging)
- Cookie. Really, Carl,
what do you see in them?
You're a terrible
disappointment to me, you know?
(soft orchestral music)
She's exceedingly common, I can imagine.
I don't know why
sometimes I get frightened
- Oh.
I can see my eyes
You can tell that I
(indistinct singing)
(Carl humming)
(upbeat music)
Mm-mm.
(upbeat music)
(children chattering)
- Sophe.
- Hi, Carl. Got the tickets already.
This is my cousin Con.
- Hi, Con.
- Hey, Sophe, what's he got on his face?
- Shut up, you little suck.
Don't be so nosy.
Come on.
(moviegoers chattering)
(crowd cheering)
(animal roaring)
(crowd cheering)
(dramatic music)
(actors chattering)
- Careful, Beckmeyer.
(Beckmeyer screaming)
Stop, Beckmeyer. This has gone far enough!
(Beckmeyer screaming)
- Don't.
Stop!
Sorry.
- It's all right.
Hi.
- Hello.
You're really good looking, you know that?
- So are you.
(children laughing)
(explosions)
- Keep the energy in!
(Beckmeyer screaming)
(dramatic music)
- Ew, yuck, I knew this was gonna happen.
- Shut up.
- I'll tell Uncle George.
- Better not.
- I will. I'll tell him.
- Shut up!
- Hey, Mister, want some salt and pepper?
- Yeah, go for it.
- Give her the five fingers of death.
- Sophie, do we have to stay here?
- No, I've seen it three times already.
Look, I'm going. Here's five
bucks, catch a train home.
Don't say anything.
(werewolf howling)
(radio chattering)
- How old are you?
- 19. How old are you?
- 30.
Four.
- It's not that old.
My girlfriend, Helen, she's 16.
She's married to this guy who's 40.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- 40, eh?
(car jolting)
It's hot in here, isn't it?
(Carl exhaling)
(jars clattering)
(top popping)
- That's Yanni's father and my dad.
- Which one's your dad?
- He's the biggest.
- Looks a bit grim. Does
he give you a hard time?
- Yeah, sometimes.
I got into a bit of trouble
while I got school, you know.
And he thinks no one's gonna marry me.
Ma's all right. She sticks up for me.
Except she doesn't speak
English too good, you know.
- What does your dad think
of you working at the club?
- He thinks Yanni's a
nice boy, the fat suck.
If Dad just knew.
- What do you mean?
- Oh, don't worry about it.
It's got nothing to do with you.
- Yeah, well, it's a rotten
place. It's like a pit.
I'll give it a couple more
weeks, then I'll quit.
- Yeah?
Yeah, we didn't think you'd last long.
- I'll miss you, though, Sophe.
- Oh yeah.
- No, it's true. I will.
Do you really like me?
- What do you think?
- I think you're beautiful.
- Am I?
- Yes you are.
- Get up a sec.
(laughs) Come on, get up.
Okay.
(pillow plopping)
(bed squeaking)
It's all right.
I told you before, me mother
won't be home for ages.
Don't worry.
- I'm not worried.
- (laughs) Oh, yes you are.
(coat sliding)
(coat dropping)
Geez, you're thin.
I'm gonna have to start going to the gym.
- Sophe.
You don't need to go anywhere.
(Sophie laughing)
How come I didn't meet you years ago?
- I don't know. Maybe because
I was still in school.
(Carl laughing)
But you've met me now, haven't you?
- Yeah, I have.
(soft music)
Do you want a hand?
- Yeah (breathes hard).
(soft music)
No, don't. Carl, don't, I hate it.
- What, what's the matter?
- I can't wear a bikini.
(soft music)
Don't look, okay? Please.
Okay, now you can take them off.
(soft music)
- Oh, Sophe.
Oh, Sophie, it's beautiful.
(Carl moaning)
I love it.
(soft music)
(items crashing)
- (laughs) What are you doing?
- I'm a little shy too.
- Geez, I really like you, Carl.
(soft music)
(Sophie moaning)
I'll do it.
(soft music)
Hi, Cookie.
- Hi, Sophe.
(soft music)
(Sophie moaning)
Sophe, I still got my shirt on.
- Forget your shirt.
- Sophe.
- Oh, Cookie (moans).
(both moaning)
(soft music)
(both moaning)
- Oh, Sophe.
- Oh, Cookie.
(soft music)
(Carl exhaling)
- You did, didn't you?
- Yeah, I sure did.
It was really nice.
- Oh, Sophe, it was great. It
was really great, I loved it.
- I've gotta go to the toilet.
Can't go on the toilet,
makes my boobs ache.
- Just wait a second.
- No no, Carl, I've gotta go.
I told you before I got
into trouble at school.
- Oh, right, yeah.
Oh.
- Dad thinks I'm a slut.
- Christ, Sophe. This is Australia.
- Yeah, I know.
Dad don't know that. He
thinks it's Cyprus and that.
The other day, he goes,
he turns around and goes,
Sophie, you get into trouble again
and make your mother
ashamed, I'll kill you.
- Oh God. We didn't use anything.
- Yeah, I know. That's why I've gotta go.
- Hey.
Never mind, Sophe. I'll look after you.
- Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm.
(Carl panting)
- What kinda name's Carl?
You're not Australian, are you?
- Of course I am.
- You don't talk like a skippy butt.
- Well I am.
- You're different than guys around here.
- How do you mean?
- Just different.
- Yeah?
- Yeah. You're not like them.
Like that Laurie always chasing me around
with his thing hanging out,
what there is of it (laughs).
- Hey, Sophe, I hope you
don't think that, that I--
- What?
- Well, that,
that I took you back to your
Auntie Martha's just to,
you know, because,
because I really like you.
- Well didn't you?
Anyway, I took you there, remember?
- Oh yeah.
Hey, you wanna go and get
some coffee or something?
- I can't. I gotta see me mum and dad.
We're going over to Yanni's
parents' place for a visit.
- Oh right, yeah.
I'll see you tonight at work, eh?
- Yeah.
(traffic passing)
(lips smacking)
See ya.
- Yeah, see ya.
(traffic passing)
(engine whirring)
- Come on, you kids.
You should be in school.
- Piss off. It's school holiday.
- Oh, right.
(branches snapping)
(light music)
(gate creaking)
(gate slamming)
(chicken clucking)
- Dave!
Dave?
- Carl, my boy.
How are you?
- Hey, Dave.
(Dave groaning)
- Let's have a beer. Have a baby.
-Um,
okay.
(baby passing gas)
Oh.
(light music)
(baby passing gas)
(baby gurgling)
Thanks, Dave.
Uh, where's June?
- Oh, don't worry. She'll be a while yet.
Sit down, relax.
- Yeah.
Um.
I spent the morning having
breakfast with Mother.
- You poor bastard.
How long's she staying?
- A week.
- A week?
You'll never make it. I
thought she had a crook ticker.
- Yeah, well you shoulda
seen the breakfast
she put away this morning.
- Now then.
Where are we here?
You owe me 1,585 dollars and 32 cents.
- Dave?
I've met this girl, this
gorgeous Greek girl.
Sophie.
And, uh, she looks one of the
'60s film stars, you know?
- Gina Lollobrigida?
- That's right, Gina Lollobrigida.
- Hey.
How old is she?
- She's beautiful, really beautiful.
- How old is she?
- And she likes me.
(darts dropping)
- How old is she, Carl?
- She's 19, Dave.
And, uh,
I think I'm in love.
- Take it easy, Mate.
Last time you were in
love, you got married.
1,600 dollars. So when did you meet her?
- Oh, yesterday.
- Oh, it's fairly serious then.
- Cut it out, Dave.
- You really are like a chook
in a thunderstorm sometimes.
(dart pounding)
I don't know.
- Anyway,
how's the boneyard, Dave?
Dug up any good stiffs lately?
- You know people used to
go for picnics up there?
You oughta come up there
sometime. You'd probably like it.
(door opening)
Oh shit, that's June.
(boys running)
- Hi, Dad.
- Hi, Dad.
- Not a word, you boys, okay?
- Hello, Carl.
- Hi, June.
- What's wrong?
- June.
- We only see him when there's trouble.
You said so yourself.
How much do you need?
- Take it easy, Babe. Man's in love.
- Poor girl.
Does his mother know?
She still doing your washing for you?
- I can't stop her. She likes doing it.
- You're hopeless, Carl. Hopeless.
When are you gonna grow up?
And you're just as bad.
Don't think I don't know.
You encourage him.
And, Dave, you could at
least use a proper ashtray.
Put the negative ioniser on.
The house smells bad enough as it is
without you adding to it.
- It's rising damp. Bit of a
feature of these old places.
We oughta rent your mother
out to the fire brigade.
She can smell smoke at 40 places.
Better be a bit careful of this
Gina Lollobrigida of yours.
Look at the trouble I'm in.
(upbeat electronic rock)
(crowd chattering)
(upbeat electronic rock)
(crowd cheering and shouting)
- I warned you about that, you little rat!
(upbeat electronic rock)
Here you go!
Yankee bastard!
(upbeat electronic rock)
- You all right?
God, you don't waste time, do you?
- Mind your own business, Carmel.
- How about a drink?
- Okay.
- Give him an orgasm.
(upbeat electronic rock)
- I enjoyed today.
- So did.
- It was fantastic.
- Yeah, it was.
- God, talk about a teenage
romance. What's with you two?
- I'll try and come down
and see you later, eh?
- That'd be great.
- You're asking for it, Cookie.
I catch you up here one more time,
and I'm gonna fucking give it to you.
Now get!
- Lay off, will ya?
- Yeah? Come on!
Eh?
You're piss weak. You're
full of shit, Mate.
(knife chopping)
- Laurie'll keep.
He'll get his.
Kuzhal's.
Now that's a knife, Mustafa.
(muffled rock music)
(banging)
(lettuce tearing)
Hey, Mustafa, you wouldn't
have anything, would you?
Just a little something, come on.
- Maybe later.
- Here you are, Cookie.
(muffled music)
- I take my break now.
- Okay, Mustafa, good.
- You look for trouble.
- How's it going?
- Good.
You busy upstairs?
- Yeah.
- Got a sec?
- Not really, but yeah, okay.
- Come on.
(soft music)
(Sophie giggling)
- Hello.
- Hello.
(soft music)
- Oh.
I never really thought you were a poof.
Just you talk a bit funny, you know.
- Sophe, what are you doing?
- Can we go back to your place after work?
- Yeah.
No, I mean no. My mother's there.
Oh God.
- You live with your mother still?
- No, she's living with
me. I mean she's staying.
She's staying with me for a few days.
She gets, she gets
horny.
Lonely, she gets lonely.
- You sure now?
- Yeah.
(dishes rattling)
- Geez you're nice, looking
after your poor old mum.
- Sophie, do we have to
talk about it just now?
- No.
(dishes rattling)
I'm still living with my parents.
See I'm a good Greek girl, you know?
- Yeah, yeah. I believe you.
Yeah.
- You sure? I am, you know.
(plates crashing)
We better stop now.
- No, don't stop now, Sophe.
(items crashing)
Oh shit!
Oh.
- Some woman's on the phone.
She says she's your mother.
- What's she want?
- Come on.
(Carl breathing hard)
Come on. Your mum wants you (laughs).
- You make trouble for all of us.
- Yes, Mother, what is
it? I am busy, you know.
- Here.
How much do you think?
(group chattering)
- Hey, how are my two
favourite spunksters?
- Great, till you turned up.
- Yeah, I love you too, Carmel.
Hey.
Your dad and me had a real good talk.
Hey.
(lips smacking)
- Yeah, I'm well aware of
that. You're always sick.
- The night at Billy Costa's.
- It's about time.
50 bucks.
- Each?
- The lot.
- Come on, don't shit us, man.
- 50 bucks.
- [Carl] Course I remember that.
- 50 bucks for two blasters?
- Take it or leave it.
- [Carl] I do.
- Come on, man, we can do
a heap better for this.
- Outside. Come on outside.
- No I do.
I do appreciate what
you've done for me. I do.
Do we have to bring Dad into this?
I know what--
Look, Mother, please.
I do realise that. I do.
- I've got him!
- You come back here again,
you know what's gonna happen!
- Mother.
Look, Mother, just take a couple of Bex
and lie down, will you?
Good, okay, bye.
(men shouting)
(punch striking)
Jesus, what's going on?
- Piss off.
- Shit.
- Piss off, I said!
- Hold him.
- That's enough, Laurie, don't!
- Get him outta here!
- Come on, Cookie, get out!
Come on. Get in there!
It aint none of your business, got it?
- (strains) Oh shit.
(Mustafa groaning)
- You got a bloody cheek, Mate.
(speaking indistinctly)
You bastard.
- No no no!
- You wanna know who told you?
You wanna know, huh? Do you?
It's your old mate,
Cookie, that's who, huh?
(upbeat rock music)
- Drink, I need a drink quick.
Sophe, those bastards
just did over Mustafa.
They beat the shit out of him.
(rock music)
But I'll fix him. I'll get that Laurie.
- Carl, what are you
talking about? Now don't.
Laurie's a real nutter. He'll do you.
He's been going around
telling everyone you got AIDS.
- Sophe, you gotta leave this joint.
- I can't. I want to, but I can't.
- Well you've got to.
Look, they're all crazy around here.
They're all coked outta their
heads probably. Believe me.
- You don't understand. I've
gotta get back to work, Carl.
- Sophe.
I really like you. You
do like me, don't you?
- Yeah. I don't really know you, but ...
- Can I see you later?
- No, you better not.
(upbeat rock music)
You better go.
(indistinct singing)
- Are you okay?
(crickets chirping)
(Carl exhaling)
(mysterious music)
- Listen, Sport, now
you keep your mouth shut
and you do the right thing down here,
or else I'm gonna fucking give it to you.
I don't like give-ups. You got me?
- I got you.
(Laurie breathing hard)
- You piss off on me,
and you're gonna get what he got.
Now I want pizza for me
and the boys at 12:30.
Let's have already.
(footsteps receding)
(Aris jeering)
- Pizza, I'll give him fucking pizza.
(hammer pounding)
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Two tablespoons of
mouse shit.
And they're laughing.
(muffled rock music)
- Where's that fucking feed, Cookie?
- You know something, this
kitchen's a fucking disgrace.
It looks all right.
(muffled rock music)
Not bad. Real spicy, good one, Cookie.
- About time he cooked something decent.
Hey, no olives. There's no olives, Cookie.
- Yanni, who's gonna clean up tonight?
I'm gonna be flat out.
And when do I get paid?
- Don't worry.
You clean up, tomorrow
I'll give you some dough.
And a bit extra, huh?
- I'll be here till five in the morning.
- Now you've been fucking told, Cookie.
Stop your wingeing.
Yanni said he's gonna fix you up tomorrow,
so you keep them pizzas coming
and make some bloody chips.
- I just hope I'm not gonna
be too busy, that's all.
- Excuse me.
And, uh, watch your hands, Cookie.
Keep them to yourself.
You know what I mean?
All right, guys, let's go.
- Good one, Cookie. Special one.
(thugs chattering)
(muffled rock music)
(drawer slamming)
(tray banging)
(knife scraping)
(dishes crashing)
- Mustafa, what are you doing here?
Are you all right?
(Mustafa coughing)
(glass clattering)
- They'll get you too.
Pick up the glass!
Where's my money?
Where's my money!
(items clattering)
(dramatic music)
Geez.
You told Laurie.
- No, no, I didn't tell anything.
Look, Mustafa, you've got it all wrong.
- You tell Laurie!
- No, I didn't do anything!
They're bullshitting you!
- You fucking pig!
You tell Laurie!
(dramatic music)
(Carl breathing hard)
- Mustafa?
(items clattering)
Mustafa?
- Yeah, all right.
Stay there.
Yeah, okay.
(thunder rumbling)
- Look at the time.
Who was that?
- That was Carl.
- What?
What's he want?
- I don't know. Couldn't
get much sense out of him.
He seemed really freaked out (sniffs).
I'll have to go down and see him.
- What?
Dave.
You just did.
- I'll have to go. He could be in strife.
- Go then.
- Oh, Babe, come on.
- No, go on. Piss off.
And you could sleep in the
boys" room when you get back.
(thunder rumbling)
(rain pouring)
- Carl?
Carl, where are you?
- [Carl] Dave, Dave, I knew
you'd come. I knew you would.
- Jesus Christ almighty, you all right?
Could we have some light in here?
- No no.
- What's going on?
- Dave, look in the cold room.
Under the potatoes.
- Shit, who's this?
Jesus Christ, Carl, this guy's dead.
- Yeah, I know, I know.
- Yeah, well, who did
it? He's been stabbed.
- Dave.
I didn't mean to.
I swear to God.
He had a go at me. I must
have had the fork and knife
in my hand at the time.
Jesus, what are we gonna do, Dave?
- We?
- Mm-hm.
- Oh Christ, I don't know.
Guess we should call the cops.
It was an accident. It was self-defense.
You did put him in there, didn't you?
- Dave, I couldn't go to jail.
I couldn't go through
a trial and everything.
I'd kill myself.
(Carl groaning)
Shit it was a really good day.
Oh please, Dave, please,
what are we gonna do?
- Jesus Christ, Mate,
I've got a wife and kids.
You'll be right. And the
cops'll understand that.
- I can't tell the cops.
Dave, Dave, you're my friend.
- Yeah, all right.
Yeah, all right, all right.
Take it easy.
Carl, do you swear?
- Oh God, Dave.
- Here.
You're in a really bad way.
Sit down.
Sit down and calm down. Let me think.
- Yeah, think.
(Carl breathing hard)
I knew you'd help me,
Dave. I knew you would.
- You got him right between
the sixth and seventh ribs.
Ah.
If you're gonna chuck, do
it now, and not in the car.
Right, we'll take him
down to my office then.
(crickets chirping)
- Okay, come on.
- Go and open the car.
The boot, open the
boot, quick. He's heavy.
(metal clanging)
(crickets chirping)
(head thudding)
- Christ, Dave, he's still alive.
- No, it's just the fluids
moving around inside him.
- God.
- Listen, we're not even halfway through
getting this thing done, take it easy.
Just do exactly as I say
and we'll be all right.
- Yeah, I will, Dave. I will, I promise.
I feel okay now.
- Good.
Good.
(Carl retching)
Jesus Christ.
(Carl retching)
And do your seat belt up, for Christ sake.
We don't want the cops stopping us now.
(Carl retching)
(crickets chirping)
(both straining)
(gas passing)
- Was that you?
- No.
- Musta been me. Sorry.
- Why is he so limp? I
thought they went stiff.
- No, they don't go like that
yet for hours, thank Christ.
Jesus Christ, Carl!
- Sorry.
- Hang on. DiForenza.
This'll do. Put her down.
(crickets chirping)
I'm just gonna go and get
a shovel and a crowbar.
You stay here. Don't move.
- Dave, can I come with you?
I don't wanna stay here with ...
- Don't worry. He can't hurt you now.
(crickets chirping)
(birds chirping)
- Dave?
Dave?
- Carl.
- Dave?
- Carl.
- Whoa!
- Carl?
- Dave?
- Carl, where the hell are you?
- Dave!
- Oh good.
You found her.
- Found who?
- Mrs. DiMarco.
- Who's Mrs. DiMarco?
- I don't know, but
you're standing on her.
- What do you mean standing
on her? Where is she?
- Right below you.
- Oh God, get me out, get me out.
Whoa!
(Carl shuddering)
Let's go home. Let's just leave him here.
- That's exactly what
we're gonna do, Mate.
(crickets chirping)
(shovel scraping)
(crickets chirping)
(shovel scraping)
(shovel pounding)
Here she is. Give us
the crowbar, will you?
(crickets chirping)
- What are you gonna do?
- I'm gonna give Mrs. DiMarco some company
before her husband
drops in in the morning.
(shovel banging)
- Don't, Dave. Don't.
(shovel scraping)
- Well I don't hear anyone
complaining, do you?
(crickets chirping)
- Aw, Jesus.
- Oh my God.
I didn't think of it.
Are you all right, Carl?
- Yeah, I think so. Yeah.
- I'm gonna have to
make room for the other.
You wanna go for a walk for a minute?
- No, I'm all right.
- All right.
(foot pounding)
- Oh, no.
(foot pounding)
What's that smell, Dave?
- Shut up and go and get him.
- Mm.
- Well I can't get him. I'm
stuck in the bloody hole!
- Oh yeah, right.
(crickets chirping)
Sorry, Mustafa.
Can't lift him.
- Well fucking roll him!
- Yeah.
- Hurry up.
- Yeah.
- Drag him. Got it?
- Yep.
(Carl groaning)
- Okay, let him go. I've got him.
- Yeah.
(body thudding)
(crickets chirping)
- Put that across the grave, will you?
- Eh?
- Put it across the grave.
How do you think I'm gonna bloody get out?
No, across the bloody grave,
Carl, for Christ sake.
Jesus Christ, my flaming leg!
- You all right?
- No, I'm not.
You'll have to get down
and give us a bung up.
- Oh, no. No, I can't,
Dave, I can't, Dave.
I can't go down there again.
- You get down here, or
you're walking home alone.
- Oh shit.
- Come on, Carl.
Come on.
- Here.
- Jesus.
Hey, give us your leg.
(Carl groaning)
(bodies crashing)
- Oh, my head.
- My leg.
(crickets chirping)
- Dave?
What was that
that green stuff in the coffin?
- Fuck, I don't know.
Mould, I guess.
Jesus, they ought to burn them all.
I thought it'd just be bones.
Don't worry.
11 tomorrow, they'll put
Mr. DiMarco on the top.
I'll fill it in, and that's it.
- Will you be okay? I know
you don't sleep too well.
- I don't wanna live like this anymore.
Look at me.
(engine idling)
You won't tell Junie, will you, Dave?
- What do you reckon?
Anyway, I'm an accessory now.
(engine idling)
Are you supposed to go to work today?
- Oh, I couldn't, Dave.
- Well you've got to.
I'll come in with you.
You'll be all right. I'll
pick you up after the funeral.
(engine idling)
- I'll never forget you for this, Dave.
(upbeat music)
(door creaking)
(upbeat music)
- Is that you, Dear?
(upbeat music)
What's happened to you?
- I fell over.
- You should be more careful, Dear.
(birds singing)
- Morning, Chaps.
- Hi, Dad.
- Hi, Dad.
- How come you slept in our room?
- You're not fighting, are you?
- I don't know, are we?
- Yes, we bloody well are.
- Yeah, we are apparently.
- You're covered in, what is it? Mud?
It's even in your hair.
And you stink. I can smell you from here.
What were you doing,
playing in a sewer with him?
Keep away.
- Oh, yeah, Daddy smells.
- Oh.
- Buggered your leg, I see.
Well, don't expect any sympathy from me.
You been out boozing with
him again, haven't you?
- Babe, I swear, we didn't
have a single drink.
Carl just got in a little
bit of trouble, and I ...
- Oh yeah? What kinda trouble?
Come on. What kind of trouble?
- I better go to work now.
- Dave, you come right back here.
Dave!
(Carl yawning)
- Dave?
Dave, where's my fork?
- Don't worry about that. I got rid of it.
Now, you sure you'll be
all right if I go now?
- Yeah, I think so (sniffs).
Geez, it's like nothing
ever happened here.
- That's the way it should look, Mate.
- Oh, Cookie, who's your
mate? He want a job?
- This is Dave.
- Huh.
Come on, bring him them in, Laurie.
Listen, Cookie, this is
Mustafa's missus and his kid.
You know Mustafa.
Anyway, he hasn't been home and that,
and I was telling them
we haven't seen him.
Isn't that right,
Cookie? Isn't that right?
-Yeah, I ...
(wife speaking foreign language)
- My mom says, have you
seen my dad, Mustafa Kaya?
- Look, I--
- Cookie don't know nothing. Do you?
Do you?
Listen, Kid, tell your mum,
he's probably out somewhere,
he's getting whacked or something.
(both speaking foreign language)
- My dad doesn't drink.
(wife speaking foreign language)
Do you know where my dad is?
Do you know where he is?
- No, I don't.
- Cookie's real busy
now. Come on, let's go.
Let's go, come on. Let's go.
- Leave her alone!
- What? What'd you say?
- He said leave her alone.
- [Laurie] Yeah? And who are you, asshole?
- I'm his mate.
- You tell your mate to keep
his mouth shut. Or else.
- Let her go!
- Hey, take it easy, Laurie!
We don't want there to be trouble here!
Take it easy!
Let the lady's arm go. Laurie!
Let it go.
- Piss off!
You'll keep, Turkey.
Don't think you won't.
- Excuse me.
Listen, Cookie, I've got
some bad news for you.
We're a bit short on sale,
it's a liquidity problem,
so we gotta cut down a bit on staff.
You better finish up now, eh?
Here you go.
- Fuck him, Yanni!
- Hey.
- Don't pay him. Little poof.
- Come on, Carl, let's go.
- My jacket.
- Now, come on, let's go. Let's go.
(elbow thudding)
(Laurie gasping)
Haven't you learnt?
Don't touch things that
don't belong to you.
You oughta get yourself a new heavy.
This one's full of wind.
(Laurie gasping)
- Piss off, Cookie, you're
a wretch around here!
Get up!
(traffic passing)
- Mrs. Kaya?
Take it please. It
belongs to your husband.
(traffic passing)
Please.
Please.
(boy speaking foreign language)
(traffic passing)
(horn blaring)
- You shouldn't have done that, you know?
Why didn't you just tell her you did it?
You want a lift home?
- No, I'll walk.
- Well take it easy.
Look after yourself.
- You too.
- What are friends for?
(Carl exhaling)
(crickets chirping)
- Sophie.
- Carl, what are you doing here?
- Waiting for you.
- Well you better not let Laurie see you.
- Sophie, how about--
- Don't, Carl, don't touch me.
- What's wrong?
Sophe, I really need to see you.
- I can't talk now. Me
dad's picking me up.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing's wrong.
- Sophe, I've got to see
you. We need to talk.
- No, there's nothing to talk about.
I don't wanna see you anymore.
- What?
Look, Sophe.
(horn beeping)
- There's me dad now. No, I gotta go.
(engine revving)
(tyres squealing)
(dramatic music)
(storefront exploding)
(dramatic music)
(Laurie coughing)
(tyres squealing)
(upbeat dramatic music)
- Oh no.
- You bastard! You fucking bastard!
- Shit.
- You're dead, Cookie! You hear me?
You're dead!
I'll find you! Go away, you bastard!
You better run!
(upbeat dramatic music)
(mother snoring)
- Wake up, Mother, wake up.
Come on, Mother, wake up!
- Carl, now what are
you doing? Where am I?
- Come on, Mother, we have to leave.
- Is the house on fire?
Carl, what's going on?
- They think it's me,
Mother. I know they do.
They're gonna kill me.
- Who is, Dear?
(upbeat dramatic music)
(dogs barking)
- You take this, Mum. Here's your bag.
(dogs barking)
Your place, Mum.
- Yes, I'll tell him.
Thank you, John. Bye-bye.
(phone dinging)
Carl, your Uncle John
said you should go down
to the nearest police
station and tell them
exactly what happened.
(birds singing)
I know you're listening, Dear.
- Mother,
I overreacted last night.
I'd been drinking.
It was just a little flareup
in the kitchen, that's all.
A slight altercation between management
and staff, nothing at all,
it happens all the time.
- We'll have no lockboxes here, Dear,
as the dear nuns used to say.
Carl.
- All right.
(clock tolling)
(upbeat music)
(traffic zooming)
(upbeat music)
(horn blaring)
(upbeat music)
- Psst. Psst.
Psst.
Carmel?
- Oh shit, Carl? What the
hell are you doing up there?
Perving?
- No.
No, I wanna see Sophie. Can
you go and get her please?
- I don't know if I should.
- Please, Carmel, it's really important.
It's a matter of life and death.
Can you tell her that please?
- Okay.
- Thanks.
- You wait there.
(footsteps receding)
(traffic passing)
- What's this?
- It's a wedding invitation.
They've already gone out.
Sophie said to say that's it. It's final.
She doesn't wanna see you again.
- Aw, no.
No, she can't marry
Yanni, not that fat slug.
Carmel, you're her friend.
We've got to stop her. We
can't let her ruin her life.
- Oh, you'd rather ruin
it for her instead, huh?
- Look,
I love her.
(water trickling)
- You're weird, Carl.
Weird.
- Please, Carmel.
Please.
(water trickling)
- Okay, the Brunny Baths,
five o'clock tomorrow,
I'll have her there.
The rest is up to you.
- Thanks a lot.
(footsteps receding)
(ladder banging)
(glass breaking)
- [Mother] Is that you, Dear?
- Yes, Mother.
- In here, Dear.
(ladder banging)
I found just the thing for you.
Cook wanted for nursing home.
Must be prepared to wash dishes.
Experience with geriatric diets preferred.
Award rates (speaks indistinctly).
- I've worked in those places, Mother.
Those old ladies, they smell.
- Don't be so cruel, Dear.
I'll be like that one day.
I hope you'll be more considerate
when you have to look after me.
This nonsense has gone
on for far too long.
I want to be a grandmother, Carl.
Did you have a nice day, Dear?
- Um, yeah, it's all sorted
out. I didn't need Uncle John.
- Oh, that's good, Dear.
(horn blowing)
- He's here.
(soft music)
(swimmers chattering)
(soft music)
(water lapping)
(soft music)
- It's the first time I've ever been here.
Everyone's so, brown.
- You really done it now, haven't you?
What are you doing here?
They're all out looking for you, you know.
You could have killed someone.
- Sophe, I didn't do
anything. It's all a mistake.
- I'm in big trouble because of you.
Yanni and Laurie came
into my parents' place
at three o'clock in the
morning wanting to know
if I knew where you lived.
- Shit, I'm sorry, Sophe.
- And they're gonna put
the cops onto you as well.
- Shit.
- What's gotten into you anyway?
- Look, Sophie. It wasn't me, it was ...
It was some guys in the car.
I don't even know who they were.
- What are you gonna do then?
- I don't know.
(Sophie sighing)
- I'm gonna go, Carl.
- Sophe, please.
- Look, I'll get Yanni
and Laurie off your back,
but you gotta stay away from me, okay?
- No, Sophe.
- It's all arranged, understand?
It's over between you and me.
Bye, Love.
(swimmer splashing)
(swimmers chattering)
- She's crying, Carl. Happy?
- I didn't mean to.
I'll wait outside.
- Don't.
Go home.
Leave her alone.
(swimmer splashing)
(mysterious music)
(Carl shouting)
(mysterious music)
(man shouting)
- I haven't done anything.
You've got the wrong man.
- Shut up! We got the right man.
(kidnapper speaking foreign language)
(boy speaking foreign language)
(kidnapper shouting in foreign language)
- Careful with those. Those are Ray-Bans.
(glasses cracking)
- Why you get mad at his missus, eh?
- I didn't.
- Don't shit me, Mate!
(kidnappers speaking foreign language)
Maybe they cut your nose
off. Maybe your balls.
What do you think, huh?
(elbow thudding)
(Carl groaning)
- It was ...
It was Laurie.
- Who?
- Who?
- You know Laurie, big
bloke who works at the club.
- Laurie.
I saw him beating up my staffer,
and I tried to stop him.
Honest I did, I tried to stop him.
(kidnappers speaking foreign language)
- You got 10 minutes.
If you don't come out within 10 minutes,
we'll come and get your balls, all right?
- Yeah, all right, all right.
(upbeat electronic rock)
- Carl, what's happened to you?
- Mustafa's mates picked me up.
They reckon I know where he is,
and they're outside waiting for me.
- Well you better get outta here quick.
Laurie's, shit.
- Give me the drink, Sophe.
(indistinct singing)
Shit house!
This band's shit house.
I told Laurie to book somebody
decent for a bloody change.
What do you think, Mate?
Laurie!
I'll see you later, Mrs. Voulgaris, mwa.
Hey, Laurie. Hey, Laurie!
(upbeat electronic rock)
- Don't, Sophe. Don't marry him.
- He'll have to go out the back way,
through the fire escape,
Tony's in the kitchen.
I'll cover for you. Quick, get him out.
Piss off.
(upbeat electronic music)
(indistinct singing)
- Fuck you, Carl, you got
no right coming down here.
- I didn't have much choice, believe me.
- You're determined to stuff
things up for me, aren't you?
It's locked, shit!
I'm gonna have to go up to
Yanni's office and get the key.
You stay here, all right.
I'll be back in a minute.
- I'm not going anywhere.
Come with me, Sophe.
(muffled music)
(music stops)
(footsteps approaching)
(Laurie laughing)
- Hello, Cookie.
- Hi, Laurie.
- Long time no see.
- I left some of my stuff here.
I thought I'd, come back and collect it.
- Yeah?
(muffled music)
(footsteps descending)
(muffled music)
Bad news, Cookie. You know that?
You're real bad news.
- Get back, Laurie.
- (laughs) Oh, a real tough guy, eh?
Huh?
(glass dinging)
(Laurie laughing)
(glass dinging)
- Stay back, Laurie!
- I'm scared. I'm real scared.
(glass dinging)
(Laurie laughing)
You're piss weak, Mate.
You're really piss weak.
This is how you do it.
(glass shattering)
Ah, shit!
(Carl snickering)
Oh you.
- Get back, Laurie. Get back!
(both straining)
- Come on, Mate. You're
afraid, aren't you?
Come on. Come on, you tough guy.
(Laurie screaming)
(knee thudding)
(Carl gasping)
You fucking bastard, Cookie.
You bastard!
(fist thudding)
(Carl gasping)
(Laurie screaming)
Come here! Get out here now!
Say your prayers, Cookie,
because I'm gonna fucking kill you!
- Get off him, Laurie! Get off!
(all screaming)
(elbow thudding)
- What's going on here?
- [Laurie] He tried to
burn the joint down, Yanni!
- I tell you, I wasn't.
- Oh shut your face.
What do you think you're doing, huh?
What do you think I am?
You must think I'm stupid or something!
Sniff around behind my
back all the time. You ...
- You what?
- You've always been a slut.
I told my dad that before!
(Yanni shouting in foreign language)
You marry her, she's yours (spits).
- Come on, Carl, let's go.
- Just a minute. Don't think--
- What?
Don't think of what, eh?
You piss off, Cookie,
before I change my mind!
- Come on, Carl.
- Better go, Cookie.
- Fuck, Yanni, you're a weak prick.
- Leave them, Laurie. They're shit.
(Laurie screaming)
(upbeat suspenseful music)
- Come on, Carl.
Come on!
Come on.
- I'm stuck.
Oh no.
(Laurie laughing)
- Oh, Cookie, you just can't
learn how to run, can you?
(Laurie laughing)
(bat banging)
- Fuck you, Laurie!
- Anytime, Sweetheart. Anytime!
- Go on, Sophe, run away. Run!
(soft dramatic music)
(men speaking foreign language)
- Is that you, Mustafa?
You back for some more then, are you?
Yeah, you come and get
it then, you bastards.
Come on, you come and get it!
- We'll cut your head off.
Do you hear! We'll cut your head off.
- Jesus Christ.
(soft dramatic music)
- Sophe, Sophe, wait.
Wait. I need a rest.
(both gasping)
- You okay?
- Yeah.
Yeah, thanks.
Thanks for what you did for me back there.
(both gasping)
- I don't know why I
didn't leave you there.
(both gasping)
Look at you.
- Oh, Sophe.
Sophe.
(soft muffled music)
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Dave, this is Sophie.
Sophie, this is Dave.
- Hi, Dave.
(soft music)
- You mind if we come in?
- No, of course not, Mate.
(soft music)
(music stops)
- Hey, thanks a lot for putting me up.
I won't be here that long, will I?
- Oh no, just a couple
of days at the most.
Until things calm down a bit, you know.
If that's okay.
- Yeah, that's fine. Junie, isn't it?
- You told your mother yet, Carl?
- No, not yet.
Just need a little time with her.
She's, um, she's got funny
ideas about migrants, you know.
- That's okay. I was born here.
- Why don't you tell her
the truth, just for once?
- I couldn't do that.
She wouldn't like it.
It's great spaghetti, Junie.
- How old are you, Carl?
- She's been sick.
- You've got another problem
as well, haven't you?
Have you told Sophie you're still married?
(traffic passing in distance)
I think it's time you and
I did the dishes, Dave.
(dishes rattling)
- Sophe.
(water running)
- I just did it to please my mother.
I didn't even like her.
- Carl.
- She was horrible. We
fought all the time.
- Are you still seeing her?
- Not really.
- Poor Carl.
- Poor Carl?
If he runs out on her, I'll
hold you personally responsible.
- Look, I haven't seen her for ages.
- Yeah, sure.
- No, it's true. It's over, it's finished.
I'm getting a divorce.
(crickets chirping)
What am I gonna do,
Dave? What am I gonna do?
I mean, I really like
her, you know. I love her.
(gate creaking)
All I need is, some money
and a car, yeah, a car.
- Go home, Carl. Sort it
out in the morning, eh?
- Dave, you've got a car.
Maybe you could ...
Actually, better still,
maybe you could lend me--
- Just go home.
(gate creaking)
- Dave, look, we wouldn't need very much.
And, I could ask Mother for ...
I could tell her ...
That wouldn't work.
Dave, look, if you could
just see your way clear--
- Look, you stupid
bastard. Make a decision.
You're screwing Sophie's life up.
You killed a guy, for Christ sake,
and it's all been for what?
I've had it with you, you and your mother.
Reactionary bitch, why don't
you bloody well nick her?
And fucking do yourself at the same time!
- Well,
I guess I better go then.
- Dear Mother of God, I know
it's my fault the way he is.
We spoilt him when he was a little boy,
but I couldn't help it.
He was so sweet.
Such a dear.
I know he would have been a better man
if he'd finished university.
Look at Dr. Lee and his beautiful suits.
Now he's a chef. I know he hates it.
He looks so tired, poor boy.
He's rude to me, but he can't help it.
I'm an old woman. I nag him.
Maybe it will be better if
it happens soon (cries).
(bell tolling)
(birds singing)
- Amongst us today, we
have people who have
committed adultery, lied, stolen,
had an abortion, perhaps
even perpetrated an act
of violence against a neighbour.
Now as victims, we may find
it difficult to forgive those
who have stolen our video recorders,
slept with our wives and
husbands, or assaulted us.
But we most.
For today we are praying to the God
who is all knowing, all forgiving.
(parishioners standing)
Hallelujah.
- [All] Hallelujah.
His words give us mission.
Hallelujah.
- [Priest] Today's reading
comes from the Gospel
according to Matthew.
- Get up, Dear. It is the Gospel.
- What's happened to the Mass, Mother?
- Sh. This is how it is now.
- Then Peter went up to Him and said,
"Lord, how often must I forgive
my brother if he wrongs me?
"As often as seven times?"
Jesus answered, "Not
seven times, I tell you,
"but 77 times."
77 times.
This is the Word of the Lord.
- [Parishioners] Thanks be to God.
(soft music)
- Sit down, Dear, sit down.
- Now, my dear brothers and sisters,
I'd like to say a few words
to you about forgiveness.
Yes, forgiveness.
For Christ is the judge of judges.
He's a heavenly, almost
all-forgiving judge.
Yes, all forgiving.
Your Heavenly Father
will forgive anything.
The bigger the sin, the
bigger the forgiveness.
Even a heinous sin, like murder.
The taking of a human life.
Isn't that a wonderful thing?
A sin like that, washed
away in holy blood.
We pray to God in the
knowledge that we will all
one day be reunited in His love
on that great day of judgement,
when once again we will
meet the dead, in the flesh.
Face to face. What a wonderful
day that will be, friends.
Let us now offer each
other a sign of peace.
- [Parishioners] Peace be with you.
- Peace be with you.
(soft music)
- What are you doing,
Dear? Are you all right?
Let go of the man's hand, Dear.
- What was that, Mother?
- Let go of the man's hand.
- God bless you.
(soft music)
- [Priest] Peace be with you.
(soft music)
- What's this?
Headless horror. What
is the world coming to?
Poor man.
Probably just went for a
stroll, doing nobody any harm.
You never know when the
Good Lord wants you, do you?
- No, Mother.
- I put on your favourite music, Mother.
- Oh, thank you, Dear.
(soft music)
- I'll just be a minute.
- Thank you.
(soft music)
(pills rattling)
(water pouring)
- How much do you think
you're worth, Mother?
- Oh let's not talk about
money on the Sabbath, Dear.
- Just a guess.
- Well, I don't know.
(soft music)
- How many sugars, Mother?
- Two, Dear.
- Good.
(soft music)
- I have thought about changing my will.
- You haven't, have you?
- No, of course not.
Charity begins at home,
they say, don't they?
(spoon pinging)
(soft music)
What's this?
Carl, I thought you'd
know better than that.
Never in my life have I ever
drunk tea out of a coffee mug.
- Right.
(soft music)
Make a guess, Mother.
How much do you think I'll, I'd inherit?
- Well, your grandfather's money alone
is over 100,000 dollars.
- What? What money?
- He left it in trust for you.
I haven't touched a penny of it.
Well, not the principal anyway.
- What are you talking about?
This is the first I've
heard of it. What money?
When do I get it? Why haven't I got it?
- My tea, Dear.
- Why haven't I seen any of this?
You've been holding
out on me, haven't you?
- Carl, my tea.
- I should give you this tea, Mother.
I should bloody well give
you this tea. You deserve it.
All this time I've had nothing from you,
nothing but shortcomings!
When do I get it? When do I get my money?
I want my money!
God, you've been living off
the interest, haven't you?
Jesus, off my money!
(mother crying)
- My tablets, Carl.
The red and white ones.
- Mother. Mother.
(soft music)
(mother gasping)
- Oh, Carl.
(groans) Carl.
I can't breathe.
- Mother, take this.
(mother grunting)
I'll get an ambulance, Mother.
- Get a taxi. It's cheaper (moans).
- All right.
(items rattling)
- Your mother doesn't look so good.
- Yeah.
Only one.
(mother moaning)
You'll be all right,
Mother, I promise. Oh!
- I've got it, Mate.
- Shit.
(mother moaning)
Here you are, Mum. Now swallow.
(mother coughing)
Oh for God sake.
Swallow it, Mum.
(monitor beeping)
(Carl breathing hard)
- Oh, Mother.
Oh, Mother, I'm sorry.
I caused this. I know it.
I wanted you dead.
Your own son wanted you
dead, God forgive me.
I don't know what I was thinking of.
I've killed before.
I killed Mustafa.
Then Dave and I smashed
up an old dead woman
so we could hide his body.
And then his wife and
kids came down to the club
looking for him, and I lied
to them, it was horrible.
And then the club got firebombed.
And, Laurie, Laurie got beheaded.
Well, I hated him but I didn't want ...
And now Sophie's parents have
disowned her and you're ...
You're a vegetable, and it's all my fault.
(soft upbeat music)
I'll make it up to you, Mother.
I promise. Sophie and I'll look after you.
I'll get power of attorney and build you
a lovely little granny
flat out in the backyard.
You'll like Greek food, Mother.
I'm sure you will.
(lips smacking)
(gentle upbeat music)
(mother groaning)
(gentle upbeat music)
- You sure this is a good idea?
- Sophe, I've already told
you everything's gonna be
different now, we're making
a new start all round.
A clean slate, as Mother used to say.
And I think it's time for the future
in-laws to meet each other.
- I don't know, Carl. My
dad's still pretty mad.
Yanni made him pay for the reception,
the church, the priest, everything.
It was all part of a customer packet.
Here it is.
(gentle upbeat music)
Hi, Dad.
- Hi, Mr. Papafogos.
We haven't really met,
but I'm Carl Fitzgerald.
And this is my mother.
(chair whirring)
(gentle upbeat music)
Unfortunately, she's
paralysed from the neck down.
And Sophie,
Sophie you already know.
Now I know there's been a
little ill feeling between us,
a little misunderstanding, but
I'm sure that,
I'm sure that ...
(gentle upbeat music)
It'll be fine, I promise.
(gentle upbeat music)
Relax, Sophe, I know what I'm doing.
(gentle upbeat music)
Mr. Papafogos, I don't quite
know how to put this, but
well, try to think of it not
so much as losing a daughter
but more like
gaining a son.
(father speaking Greek)
(fist thudding)
- [Sophie] Oh, Cookie.
(upbeat wedding music)
(wedding party chattering)
(upbeat wedding music)
- Cheese.
(camera snapping)
(upbeat music)
(upbeat music)
(cans clattering)
(cans clattering)
(soft upbeat music)
(Carl groaning)
(upbeat music)
(Carl exhaling)
(upbeat music)
(cans clattering)
(upbeat music)
(cans smashing)
(upbeat music)
- Oh my God.
Mother? Is that you, are you all right?
- Oh hello, Dear. You up already?
- What are you doing in there?
- I'm doing what you should be doing.
Really, I wish you
wouldn't live like this.
It so disappoints me.
I know you think it's
bohemian, all this filth,
never washing the dishes and so on.
But really it's just unhygienic. Isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it, Dear?
- Yes, Mum.
- Don't call me Mum. It's common.
(match striking)
Your landlord seems to be a very rude man.
I opened it by mistake.
You'll have to learn to pay
your rent on time, Dear.
I can't be expected to help
you forever, now can I?
- Yes, Mum.
I'm going for a job.
- Really? Oh, that's wonderful news.
It's only a short stay this time, Dear.
No more than a week.
- A week?
- You won't even notice I'm here.
(flames roaring)
(shower spitting)
(flames roaring)
(water running)
(water dripping)
(flames roaring)
(upbeat music)
(air hissing)
(upbeat music)
(traffic zooming)
(upbeat music)
(music stops)
- Aris, this is the new cookie.
- Yanni, this fridge is stuff again.
I thought you was gonna fix it.
- Yeah, yeah, later, later.
- Later, later (grumbles).
- Well, this is it.
It's got everything you need, no probs.
Tony upstairs does the
ordering and the buying.
You do the cooking.
- All right.
- This is the cool room. Keep
your veggies, chips in there.
You feed the kids' faces, keep them happy.
We make the money. Okay, Cookie?
- Carl. Carl's my name.
- Yeah, right. Okay, Cookie, go for it.
- What?
- Start cooking.
- You want me to start cooking now?
- Yeah. Don't tell me you can't cook that.
- Well, yeah, of course I can, but--
- Yeah, but what? You
want the job or don't you?
- Well, yes I do, but, who helps me?
I mean, do I have a kitchen hand or what?
- Yeah, but what do you think this is?
There's a welcome staffer comes in.
Bastard, he should be here by now.
But you know what a bloody
helpless mob those Turks are.
- Look, Yanni, I--
- I can't stay and chat all day.
I've got a club to run, see.
Any probs, take them to
Laurie. He'll sort them out.
Here's your keys.
Back door, cool room, up
the side. See ya, Cookie.
(insects buzzing)
Oh, and no drinking, okay?
(insects buzzing)
- Well when does, what?
Phew.
(insects buzzing)
(Carl groaning)
(food sizzling)
- You're the new cook?
- Yeah.
- Mustafa.
Go on, say it.
- Moose, Mustafa.
- Oh.
Mustafa.
- Mustafa.
- Okay, go ahead.
- Carl.
- Carl.
- Yeah.
Well, Mustafa, how about
cleaning down the benches please?
- Pigs, let them eat like pigs.
- Yeah I know, but,
it's my kitchen.
- It's your kitchen, you clean it.
(food sizzling)
(Carl sighing)
- This bloody rotten
beef they're giving me.
(knife scraping)
What am I expected to do with these?
Hey, Mustafa, feel like a drink?
- Shouldn't drink in the kitchen.
Maybe you cut your hand off.
- Well I can see we're gonna get on well.
Uh, who's on the bar?
- Sophie and Carmel.
- What are they like?
- Don't.
- I'm just gonna get a drink,
that's all. Do you want one?
- Don't. Don't go up there.
- Keep an eye on the onions, will you?
(soft music)
- Hello.
- Hi, Cookie. I'm Sophie.
- Carl.
(soft music)
- Are you all right?
- Oh, yeah, I was wondering
if I could have a drink.
- Staff aren't allowed to drink.
- Yeah, I know.
- So what do you want?
- Tequila.
And a dash of ginger.
What are you doing going
around dressed like that,
especially in a joint like this?
- Yeah, well.
Yanni turns around the
other night, and he goes,
all your barmaids are gonna wear
school uniforms tomorrow night, see?
Bring the customers in.
- Do you like working here?
- It's all right.
- Hey, Sophie,
I'm never gonna get through
the night on just this.
Do you think you could
bring us down another one?
If you get a break.
You've got lovely hazel
eyes. Did you know that?
(Sophie giggling)
- Yeah, okay, Cookie, why not?
- You know the rules. No drinking.
- Ugh, don't.
- What are you looking at?
Want some of this, eh? Do you, uh?
Well piss off, Cookie.
This belongs to management, got it?
- I figure, mate, that's
sexual harassment.
- Sexual harassment, my ass.
Downstairs, because we're gonna
get a frigging pie machine.
(drums beating)
- Hey, Mustafa, what do you think of her?
- Who?
- Sophie.
- Greek girls no good.
Everybody give it to her.
- Yeah?
You haven't, have you?
- I'm married.
- Oh yeah, right.
Laurie's a heavy bastard,
though, isn't he?
- Doesn't scare me.
- Yeah well, couldn't scare me either.
(phone dialling)
How long have you worked here?
- Cooks come, cooks go.
- Yeah, right.
Hello, Mother.
Yeah, yeah.
I got the job.
Yeah.
Hey look, I can't talk right now, Mother.
You're gonna have to make
your own dinner tonight.
I'm gonna be late home, all right?
Yeah, I'm down here now.
Yeah.
- [Mother] I love you.
- I love you too, Mother.
Yeah, right.
All right, bye.
(phone dinging)
(water splashing)
(muffled rock music)
(men chattering)
(muffled rock music)
(men chattering)
- Thank you.
(muffled rock music)
(food sizzling)
(muffled rock music)
(footsteps approaching)
- Great.
- Thanks for sticking up for me.
But you wanna watch out for
Laurie. He's a real bastard.
- You and him, you're not uh?
- That big suck, no way.
And my girlfriend, Carmel, she goes,
she goes, that new guy in
the kitchen, that Carl?
He looks a bit like Sting.
- Yeah? Sting, eh?
- Yeah.
(muffled rock music)
(spoon stirring)
- How long have you worked here?
- Nearly a year.
I used to work at the Safeways,
but I got sick of that.
And I did a bit of waitressing,
and then me dad got me this job here.
What about you?
What have you been doing?
You always been a cook?
-Um.
Could I, um,
could I ring you at home, maybe?
We could go out or something?
- No, shit no.
My dad doesn't like guys ringing up.
I'll ring you.
What's your number?
(muffled rock music)
We all thought you were a poof.
- Yeah?
Well, I'm not.
(Sophie chuckling)
- You're better looking
than him, you know.
Better looking than Sting.
(Carl chuckling)
- [Laurie] Hey, Sophie!
- Gotta go, Cookie. See you tomorrow, eh?
- Yeah, okay.
(upbeat music)
(Carl sighing)
(upbeat music)
(bottles clinking)
(upbeat music)
(Carl groaning)
(soft upbeat music)
- Wake up, Dear, wake up! Time to get up.
It's a lovely morning.
- Oh, Jesus Christ, Mum.
- It's nine o'clock, Carl.
Don't shout at your mother.
Sleeping in your clothes,
you really are ...
No wonder poor Pru left you.
- Don't start now, Mum, please.
- I'm only trying to help,
Dear. Lord knows you need it.
Just look at you.
You ought to eat more fruit.
You look all blocked up.
Right, now get a move on,
Carl. I want my breakfast.
Did you find your magazines?
- I only read them for
the interviews, Mother.
You're supposed to be giving those up.
- Ashtray, Dear.
I have very few pleasures left.
Cigarettes, and my wonderful Mr. Mahler.
The least you can do is put
up with them for a while.
What are you going to do today, Dear?
- Well, I have to go to work at six,
so I thought I'd just--
- Look, Uncle John's
calling round to discuss
my will, and I want you out.
It'll all be yours one day, all I have.
The Lord truly works in
mysterious ways, doesn't He?
- Uncle John? Mother, I just wanted to--
- It's a lovely day. Go for a walk.
Get some air into your lungs.
(soft orchestral music)
(phone ringing)
Hello.
Yes, yes, he lives here.
This is Mrs. Fitzgerald,
his mother, speaking.
Just a minute. I'll see if he's in.
She sounds foreign.
(soft orchestral music)
- Sophie?
- Hi, I rang you earlier this morning,
but your mum answered and
she said you were out.
- Oh right, yeah.
What are you doing?
- I'm at my Auntie Martha's place,
looking after my cousin Con.
What are you doing?
- Oh, nothing much, just, sitting around,
thinking about you.
- Oh yeah.
Listen, I'm gonna take Con to the movies.
- Oh, would you like some company?
Great. Look, I'll meet you outside.
- Okay, Cookie, see ya.
- Oh, yeah, and Sophe?
Please don't call me Cookie, okay?
- Yeah, okay. See ya.
Mm.
(soft orchestral music)
(phone dinging)
- Cookie. Really, Carl,
what do you see in them?
You're a terrible
disappointment to me, you know?
(soft orchestral music)
She's exceedingly common, I can imagine.
I don't know why
sometimes I get frightened
- Oh.
I can see my eyes
You can tell that I
(indistinct singing)
(Carl humming)
(upbeat music)
Mm-mm.
(upbeat music)
(children chattering)
- Sophe.
- Hi, Carl. Got the tickets already.
This is my cousin Con.
- Hi, Con.
- Hey, Sophe, what's he got on his face?
- Shut up, you little suck.
Don't be so nosy.
Come on.
(moviegoers chattering)
(crowd cheering)
(animal roaring)
(crowd cheering)
(dramatic music)
(actors chattering)
- Careful, Beckmeyer.
(Beckmeyer screaming)
Stop, Beckmeyer. This has gone far enough!
(Beckmeyer screaming)
- Don't.
Stop!
Sorry.
- It's all right.
Hi.
- Hello.
You're really good looking, you know that?
- So are you.
(children laughing)
(explosions)
- Keep the energy in!
(Beckmeyer screaming)
(dramatic music)
- Ew, yuck, I knew this was gonna happen.
- Shut up.
- I'll tell Uncle George.
- Better not.
- I will. I'll tell him.
- Shut up!
- Hey, Mister, want some salt and pepper?
- Yeah, go for it.
- Give her the five fingers of death.
- Sophie, do we have to stay here?
- No, I've seen it three times already.
Look, I'm going. Here's five
bucks, catch a train home.
Don't say anything.
(werewolf howling)
(radio chattering)
- How old are you?
- 19. How old are you?
- 30.
Four.
- It's not that old.
My girlfriend, Helen, she's 16.
She's married to this guy who's 40.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- 40, eh?
(car jolting)
It's hot in here, isn't it?
(Carl exhaling)
(jars clattering)
(top popping)
- That's Yanni's father and my dad.
- Which one's your dad?
- He's the biggest.
- Looks a bit grim. Does
he give you a hard time?
- Yeah, sometimes.
I got into a bit of trouble
while I got school, you know.
And he thinks no one's gonna marry me.
Ma's all right. She sticks up for me.
Except she doesn't speak
English too good, you know.
- What does your dad think
of you working at the club?
- He thinks Yanni's a
nice boy, the fat suck.
If Dad just knew.
- What do you mean?
- Oh, don't worry about it.
It's got nothing to do with you.
- Yeah, well, it's a rotten
place. It's like a pit.
I'll give it a couple more
weeks, then I'll quit.
- Yeah?
Yeah, we didn't think you'd last long.
- I'll miss you, though, Sophe.
- Oh yeah.
- No, it's true. I will.
Do you really like me?
- What do you think?
- I think you're beautiful.
- Am I?
- Yes you are.
- Get up a sec.
(laughs) Come on, get up.
Okay.
(pillow plopping)
(bed squeaking)
It's all right.
I told you before, me mother
won't be home for ages.
Don't worry.
- I'm not worried.
- (laughs) Oh, yes you are.
(coat sliding)
(coat dropping)
Geez, you're thin.
I'm gonna have to start going to the gym.
- Sophe.
You don't need to go anywhere.
(Sophie laughing)
How come I didn't meet you years ago?
- I don't know. Maybe because
I was still in school.
(Carl laughing)
But you've met me now, haven't you?
- Yeah, I have.
(soft music)
Do you want a hand?
- Yeah (breathes hard).
(soft music)
No, don't. Carl, don't, I hate it.
- What, what's the matter?
- I can't wear a bikini.
(soft music)
Don't look, okay? Please.
Okay, now you can take them off.
(soft music)
- Oh, Sophe.
Oh, Sophie, it's beautiful.
(Carl moaning)
I love it.
(soft music)
(items crashing)
- (laughs) What are you doing?
- I'm a little shy too.
- Geez, I really like you, Carl.
(soft music)
(Sophie moaning)
I'll do it.
(soft music)
Hi, Cookie.
- Hi, Sophe.
(soft music)
(Sophie moaning)
Sophe, I still got my shirt on.
- Forget your shirt.
- Sophe.
- Oh, Cookie (moans).
(both moaning)
(soft music)
(both moaning)
- Oh, Sophe.
- Oh, Cookie.
(soft music)
(Carl exhaling)
- You did, didn't you?
- Yeah, I sure did.
It was really nice.
- Oh, Sophe, it was great. It
was really great, I loved it.
- I've gotta go to the toilet.
Can't go on the toilet,
makes my boobs ache.
- Just wait a second.
- No no, Carl, I've gotta go.
I told you before I got
into trouble at school.
- Oh, right, yeah.
Oh.
- Dad thinks I'm a slut.
- Christ, Sophe. This is Australia.
- Yeah, I know.
Dad don't know that. He
thinks it's Cyprus and that.
The other day, he goes,
he turns around and goes,
Sophie, you get into trouble again
and make your mother
ashamed, I'll kill you.
- Oh God. We didn't use anything.
- Yeah, I know. That's why I've gotta go.
- Hey.
Never mind, Sophe. I'll look after you.
- Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm.
(Carl panting)
- What kinda name's Carl?
You're not Australian, are you?
- Of course I am.
- You don't talk like a skippy butt.
- Well I am.
- You're different than guys around here.
- How do you mean?
- Just different.
- Yeah?
- Yeah. You're not like them.
Like that Laurie always chasing me around
with his thing hanging out,
what there is of it (laughs).
- Hey, Sophe, I hope you
don't think that, that I--
- What?
- Well, that,
that I took you back to your
Auntie Martha's just to,
you know, because,
because I really like you.
- Well didn't you?
Anyway, I took you there, remember?
- Oh yeah.
Hey, you wanna go and get
some coffee or something?
- I can't. I gotta see me mum and dad.
We're going over to Yanni's
parents' place for a visit.
- Oh right, yeah.
I'll see you tonight at work, eh?
- Yeah.
(traffic passing)
(lips smacking)
See ya.
- Yeah, see ya.
(traffic passing)
(engine whirring)
- Come on, you kids.
You should be in school.
- Piss off. It's school holiday.
- Oh, right.
(branches snapping)
(light music)
(gate creaking)
(gate slamming)
(chicken clucking)
- Dave!
Dave?
- Carl, my boy.
How are you?
- Hey, Dave.
(Dave groaning)
- Let's have a beer. Have a baby.
-Um,
okay.
(baby passing gas)
Oh.
(light music)
(baby passing gas)
(baby gurgling)
Thanks, Dave.
Uh, where's June?
- Oh, don't worry. She'll be a while yet.
Sit down, relax.
- Yeah.
Um.
I spent the morning having
breakfast with Mother.
- You poor bastard.
How long's she staying?
- A week.
- A week?
You'll never make it. I
thought she had a crook ticker.
- Yeah, well you shoulda
seen the breakfast
she put away this morning.
- Now then.
Where are we here?
You owe me 1,585 dollars and 32 cents.
- Dave?
I've met this girl, this
gorgeous Greek girl.
Sophie.
And, uh, she looks one of the
'60s film stars, you know?
- Gina Lollobrigida?
- That's right, Gina Lollobrigida.
- Hey.
How old is she?
- She's beautiful, really beautiful.
- How old is she?
- And she likes me.
(darts dropping)
- How old is she, Carl?
- She's 19, Dave.
And, uh,
I think I'm in love.
- Take it easy, Mate.
Last time you were in
love, you got married.
1,600 dollars. So when did you meet her?
- Oh, yesterday.
- Oh, it's fairly serious then.
- Cut it out, Dave.
- You really are like a chook
in a thunderstorm sometimes.
(dart pounding)
I don't know.
- Anyway,
how's the boneyard, Dave?
Dug up any good stiffs lately?
- You know people used to
go for picnics up there?
You oughta come up there
sometime. You'd probably like it.
(door opening)
Oh shit, that's June.
(boys running)
- Hi, Dad.
- Hi, Dad.
- Not a word, you boys, okay?
- Hello, Carl.
- Hi, June.
- What's wrong?
- June.
- We only see him when there's trouble.
You said so yourself.
How much do you need?
- Take it easy, Babe. Man's in love.
- Poor girl.
Does his mother know?
She still doing your washing for you?
- I can't stop her. She likes doing it.
- You're hopeless, Carl. Hopeless.
When are you gonna grow up?
And you're just as bad.
Don't think I don't know.
You encourage him.
And, Dave, you could at
least use a proper ashtray.
Put the negative ioniser on.
The house smells bad enough as it is
without you adding to it.
- It's rising damp. Bit of a
feature of these old places.
We oughta rent your mother
out to the fire brigade.
She can smell smoke at 40 places.
Better be a bit careful of this
Gina Lollobrigida of yours.
Look at the trouble I'm in.
(upbeat electronic rock)
(crowd chattering)
(upbeat electronic rock)
(crowd cheering and shouting)
- I warned you about that, you little rat!
(upbeat electronic rock)
Here you go!
Yankee bastard!
(upbeat electronic rock)
- You all right?
God, you don't waste time, do you?
- Mind your own business, Carmel.
- How about a drink?
- Okay.
- Give him an orgasm.
(upbeat electronic rock)
- I enjoyed today.
- So did.
- It was fantastic.
- Yeah, it was.
- God, talk about a teenage
romance. What's with you two?
- I'll try and come down
and see you later, eh?
- That'd be great.
- You're asking for it, Cookie.
I catch you up here one more time,
and I'm gonna fucking give it to you.
Now get!
- Lay off, will ya?
- Yeah? Come on!
Eh?
You're piss weak. You're
full of shit, Mate.
(knife chopping)
- Laurie'll keep.
He'll get his.
Kuzhal's.
Now that's a knife, Mustafa.
(muffled rock music)
(banging)
(lettuce tearing)
Hey, Mustafa, you wouldn't
have anything, would you?
Just a little something, come on.
- Maybe later.
- Here you are, Cookie.
(muffled music)
- I take my break now.
- Okay, Mustafa, good.
- You look for trouble.
- How's it going?
- Good.
You busy upstairs?
- Yeah.
- Got a sec?
- Not really, but yeah, okay.
- Come on.
(soft music)
(Sophie giggling)
- Hello.
- Hello.
(soft music)
- Oh.
I never really thought you were a poof.
Just you talk a bit funny, you know.
- Sophe, what are you doing?
- Can we go back to your place after work?
- Yeah.
No, I mean no. My mother's there.
Oh God.
- You live with your mother still?
- No, she's living with
me. I mean she's staying.
She's staying with me for a few days.
She gets, she gets
horny.
Lonely, she gets lonely.
- You sure now?
- Yeah.
(dishes rattling)
- Geez you're nice, looking
after your poor old mum.
- Sophie, do we have to
talk about it just now?
- No.
(dishes rattling)
I'm still living with my parents.
See I'm a good Greek girl, you know?
- Yeah, yeah. I believe you.
Yeah.
- You sure? I am, you know.
(plates crashing)
We better stop now.
- No, don't stop now, Sophe.
(items crashing)
Oh shit!
Oh.
- Some woman's on the phone.
She says she's your mother.
- What's she want?
- Come on.
(Carl breathing hard)
Come on. Your mum wants you (laughs).
- You make trouble for all of us.
- Yes, Mother, what is
it? I am busy, you know.
- Here.
How much do you think?
(group chattering)
- Hey, how are my two
favourite spunksters?
- Great, till you turned up.
- Yeah, I love you too, Carmel.
Hey.
Your dad and me had a real good talk.
Hey.
(lips smacking)
- Yeah, I'm well aware of
that. You're always sick.
- The night at Billy Costa's.
- It's about time.
50 bucks.
- Each?
- The lot.
- Come on, don't shit us, man.
- 50 bucks.
- [Carl] Course I remember that.
- 50 bucks for two blasters?
- Take it or leave it.
- [Carl] I do.
- Come on, man, we can do
a heap better for this.
- Outside. Come on outside.
- No I do.
I do appreciate what
you've done for me. I do.
Do we have to bring Dad into this?
I know what--
Look, Mother, please.
I do realise that. I do.
- I've got him!
- You come back here again,
you know what's gonna happen!
- Mother.
Look, Mother, just take a couple of Bex
and lie down, will you?
Good, okay, bye.
(men shouting)
(punch striking)
Jesus, what's going on?
- Piss off.
- Shit.
- Piss off, I said!
- Hold him.
- That's enough, Laurie, don't!
- Get him outta here!
- Come on, Cookie, get out!
Come on. Get in there!
It aint none of your business, got it?
- (strains) Oh shit.
(Mustafa groaning)
- You got a bloody cheek, Mate.
(speaking indistinctly)
You bastard.
- No no no!
- You wanna know who told you?
You wanna know, huh? Do you?
It's your old mate,
Cookie, that's who, huh?
(upbeat rock music)
- Drink, I need a drink quick.
Sophe, those bastards
just did over Mustafa.
They beat the shit out of him.
(rock music)
But I'll fix him. I'll get that Laurie.
- Carl, what are you
talking about? Now don't.
Laurie's a real nutter. He'll do you.
He's been going around
telling everyone you got AIDS.
- Sophe, you gotta leave this joint.
- I can't. I want to, but I can't.
- Well you've got to.
Look, they're all crazy around here.
They're all coked outta their
heads probably. Believe me.
- You don't understand. I've
gotta get back to work, Carl.
- Sophe.
I really like you. You
do like me, don't you?
- Yeah. I don't really know you, but ...
- Can I see you later?
- No, you better not.
(upbeat rock music)
You better go.
(indistinct singing)
- Are you okay?
(crickets chirping)
(Carl exhaling)
(mysterious music)
- Listen, Sport, now
you keep your mouth shut
and you do the right thing down here,
or else I'm gonna fucking give it to you.
I don't like give-ups. You got me?
- I got you.
(Laurie breathing hard)
- You piss off on me,
and you're gonna get what he got.
Now I want pizza for me
and the boys at 12:30.
Let's have already.
(footsteps receding)
(Aris jeering)
- Pizza, I'll give him fucking pizza.
(hammer pounding)
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Two tablespoons of
mouse shit.
And they're laughing.
(muffled rock music)
- Where's that fucking feed, Cookie?
- You know something, this
kitchen's a fucking disgrace.
It looks all right.
(muffled rock music)
Not bad. Real spicy, good one, Cookie.
- About time he cooked something decent.
Hey, no olives. There's no olives, Cookie.
- Yanni, who's gonna clean up tonight?
I'm gonna be flat out.
And when do I get paid?
- Don't worry.
You clean up, tomorrow
I'll give you some dough.
And a bit extra, huh?
- I'll be here till five in the morning.
- Now you've been fucking told, Cookie.
Stop your wingeing.
Yanni said he's gonna fix you up tomorrow,
so you keep them pizzas coming
and make some bloody chips.
- I just hope I'm not gonna
be too busy, that's all.
- Excuse me.
And, uh, watch your hands, Cookie.
Keep them to yourself.
You know what I mean?
All right, guys, let's go.
- Good one, Cookie. Special one.
(thugs chattering)
(muffled rock music)
(drawer slamming)
(tray banging)
(knife scraping)
(dishes crashing)
- Mustafa, what are you doing here?
Are you all right?
(Mustafa coughing)
(glass clattering)
- They'll get you too.
Pick up the glass!
Where's my money?
Where's my money!
(items clattering)
(dramatic music)
Geez.
You told Laurie.
- No, no, I didn't tell anything.
Look, Mustafa, you've got it all wrong.
- You tell Laurie!
- No, I didn't do anything!
They're bullshitting you!
- You fucking pig!
You tell Laurie!
(dramatic music)
(Carl breathing hard)
- Mustafa?
(items clattering)
Mustafa?
- Yeah, all right.
Stay there.
Yeah, okay.
(thunder rumbling)
- Look at the time.
Who was that?
- That was Carl.
- What?
What's he want?
- I don't know. Couldn't
get much sense out of him.
He seemed really freaked out (sniffs).
I'll have to go down and see him.
- What?
Dave.
You just did.
- I'll have to go. He could be in strife.
- Go then.
- Oh, Babe, come on.
- No, go on. Piss off.
And you could sleep in the
boys" room when you get back.
(thunder rumbling)
(rain pouring)
- Carl?
Carl, where are you?
- [Carl] Dave, Dave, I knew
you'd come. I knew you would.
- Jesus Christ almighty, you all right?
Could we have some light in here?
- No no.
- What's going on?
- Dave, look in the cold room.
Under the potatoes.
- Shit, who's this?
Jesus Christ, Carl, this guy's dead.
- Yeah, I know, I know.
- Yeah, well, who did
it? He's been stabbed.
- Dave.
I didn't mean to.
I swear to God.
He had a go at me. I must
have had the fork and knife
in my hand at the time.
Jesus, what are we gonna do, Dave?
- We?
- Mm-hm.
- Oh Christ, I don't know.
Guess we should call the cops.
It was an accident. It was self-defense.
You did put him in there, didn't you?
- Dave, I couldn't go to jail.
I couldn't go through
a trial and everything.
I'd kill myself.
(Carl groaning)
Shit it was a really good day.
Oh please, Dave, please,
what are we gonna do?
- Jesus Christ, Mate,
I've got a wife and kids.
You'll be right. And the
cops'll understand that.
- I can't tell the cops.
Dave, Dave, you're my friend.
- Yeah, all right.
Yeah, all right, all right.
Take it easy.
Carl, do you swear?
- Oh God, Dave.
- Here.
You're in a really bad way.
Sit down.
Sit down and calm down. Let me think.
- Yeah, think.
(Carl breathing hard)
I knew you'd help me,
Dave. I knew you would.
- You got him right between
the sixth and seventh ribs.
Ah.
If you're gonna chuck, do
it now, and not in the car.
Right, we'll take him
down to my office then.
(crickets chirping)
- Okay, come on.
- Go and open the car.
The boot, open the
boot, quick. He's heavy.
(metal clanging)
(crickets chirping)
(head thudding)
- Christ, Dave, he's still alive.
- No, it's just the fluids
moving around inside him.
- God.
- Listen, we're not even halfway through
getting this thing done, take it easy.
Just do exactly as I say
and we'll be all right.
- Yeah, I will, Dave. I will, I promise.
I feel okay now.
- Good.
Good.
(Carl retching)
Jesus Christ.
(Carl retching)
And do your seat belt up, for Christ sake.
We don't want the cops stopping us now.
(Carl retching)
(crickets chirping)
(both straining)
(gas passing)
- Was that you?
- No.
- Musta been me. Sorry.
- Why is he so limp? I
thought they went stiff.
- No, they don't go like that
yet for hours, thank Christ.
Jesus Christ, Carl!
- Sorry.
- Hang on. DiForenza.
This'll do. Put her down.
(crickets chirping)
I'm just gonna go and get
a shovel and a crowbar.
You stay here. Don't move.
- Dave, can I come with you?
I don't wanna stay here with ...
- Don't worry. He can't hurt you now.
(crickets chirping)
(birds chirping)
- Dave?
Dave?
- Carl.
- Dave?
- Carl.
- Whoa!
- Carl?
- Dave?
- Carl, where the hell are you?
- Dave!
- Oh good.
You found her.
- Found who?
- Mrs. DiMarco.
- Who's Mrs. DiMarco?
- I don't know, but
you're standing on her.
- What do you mean standing
on her? Where is she?
- Right below you.
- Oh God, get me out, get me out.
Whoa!
(Carl shuddering)
Let's go home. Let's just leave him here.
- That's exactly what
we're gonna do, Mate.
(crickets chirping)
(shovel scraping)
(crickets chirping)
(shovel scraping)
(shovel pounding)
Here she is. Give us
the crowbar, will you?
(crickets chirping)
- What are you gonna do?
- I'm gonna give Mrs. DiMarco some company
before her husband
drops in in the morning.
(shovel banging)
- Don't, Dave. Don't.
(shovel scraping)
- Well I don't hear anyone
complaining, do you?
(crickets chirping)
- Aw, Jesus.
- Oh my God.
I didn't think of it.
Are you all right, Carl?
- Yeah, I think so. Yeah.
- I'm gonna have to
make room for the other.
You wanna go for a walk for a minute?
- No, I'm all right.
- All right.
(foot pounding)
- Oh, no.
(foot pounding)
What's that smell, Dave?
- Shut up and go and get him.
- Mm.
- Well I can't get him. I'm
stuck in the bloody hole!
- Oh yeah, right.
(crickets chirping)
Sorry, Mustafa.
Can't lift him.
- Well fucking roll him!
- Yeah.
- Hurry up.
- Yeah.
- Drag him. Got it?
- Yep.
(Carl groaning)
- Okay, let him go. I've got him.
- Yeah.
(body thudding)
(crickets chirping)
- Put that across the grave, will you?
- Eh?
- Put it across the grave.
How do you think I'm gonna bloody get out?
No, across the bloody grave,
Carl, for Christ sake.
Jesus Christ, my flaming leg!
- You all right?
- No, I'm not.
You'll have to get down
and give us a bung up.
- Oh, no. No, I can't,
Dave, I can't, Dave.
I can't go down there again.
- You get down here, or
you're walking home alone.
- Oh shit.
- Come on, Carl.
Come on.
- Here.
- Jesus.
Hey, give us your leg.
(Carl groaning)
(bodies crashing)
- Oh, my head.
- My leg.
(crickets chirping)
- Dave?
What was that
that green stuff in the coffin?
- Fuck, I don't know.
Mould, I guess.
Jesus, they ought to burn them all.
I thought it'd just be bones.
Don't worry.
11 tomorrow, they'll put
Mr. DiMarco on the top.
I'll fill it in, and that's it.
- Will you be okay? I know
you don't sleep too well.
- I don't wanna live like this anymore.
Look at me.
(engine idling)
You won't tell Junie, will you, Dave?
- What do you reckon?
Anyway, I'm an accessory now.
(engine idling)
Are you supposed to go to work today?
- Oh, I couldn't, Dave.
- Well you've got to.
I'll come in with you.
You'll be all right. I'll
pick you up after the funeral.
(engine idling)
- I'll never forget you for this, Dave.
(upbeat music)
(door creaking)
(upbeat music)
- Is that you, Dear?
(upbeat music)
What's happened to you?
- I fell over.
- You should be more careful, Dear.
(birds singing)
- Morning, Chaps.
- Hi, Dad.
- Hi, Dad.
- How come you slept in our room?
- You're not fighting, are you?
- I don't know, are we?
- Yes, we bloody well are.
- Yeah, we are apparently.
- You're covered in, what is it? Mud?
It's even in your hair.
And you stink. I can smell you from here.
What were you doing,
playing in a sewer with him?
Keep away.
- Oh, yeah, Daddy smells.
- Oh.
- Buggered your leg, I see.
Well, don't expect any sympathy from me.
You been out boozing with
him again, haven't you?
- Babe, I swear, we didn't
have a single drink.
Carl just got in a little
bit of trouble, and I ...
- Oh yeah? What kinda trouble?
Come on. What kind of trouble?
- I better go to work now.
- Dave, you come right back here.
Dave!
(Carl yawning)
- Dave?
Dave, where's my fork?
- Don't worry about that. I got rid of it.
Now, you sure you'll be
all right if I go now?
- Yeah, I think so (sniffs).
Geez, it's like nothing
ever happened here.
- That's the way it should look, Mate.
- Oh, Cookie, who's your
mate? He want a job?
- This is Dave.
- Huh.
Come on, bring him them in, Laurie.
Listen, Cookie, this is
Mustafa's missus and his kid.
You know Mustafa.
Anyway, he hasn't been home and that,
and I was telling them
we haven't seen him.
Isn't that right,
Cookie? Isn't that right?
-Yeah, I ...
(wife speaking foreign language)
- My mom says, have you
seen my dad, Mustafa Kaya?
- Look, I--
- Cookie don't know nothing. Do you?
Do you?
Listen, Kid, tell your mum,
he's probably out somewhere,
he's getting whacked or something.
(both speaking foreign language)
- My dad doesn't drink.
(wife speaking foreign language)
Do you know where my dad is?
Do you know where he is?
- No, I don't.
- Cookie's real busy
now. Come on, let's go.
Let's go, come on. Let's go.
- Leave her alone!
- What? What'd you say?
- He said leave her alone.
- [Laurie] Yeah? And who are you, asshole?
- I'm his mate.
- You tell your mate to keep
his mouth shut. Or else.
- Let her go!
- Hey, take it easy, Laurie!
We don't want there to be trouble here!
Take it easy!
Let the lady's arm go. Laurie!
Let it go.
- Piss off!
You'll keep, Turkey.
Don't think you won't.
- Excuse me.
Listen, Cookie, I've got
some bad news for you.
We're a bit short on sale,
it's a liquidity problem,
so we gotta cut down a bit on staff.
You better finish up now, eh?
Here you go.
- Fuck him, Yanni!
- Hey.
- Don't pay him. Little poof.
- Come on, Carl, let's go.
- My jacket.
- Now, come on, let's go. Let's go.
(elbow thudding)
(Laurie gasping)
Haven't you learnt?
Don't touch things that
don't belong to you.
You oughta get yourself a new heavy.
This one's full of wind.
(Laurie gasping)
- Piss off, Cookie, you're
a wretch around here!
Get up!
(traffic passing)
- Mrs. Kaya?
Take it please. It
belongs to your husband.
(traffic passing)
Please.
Please.
(boy speaking foreign language)
(traffic passing)
(horn blaring)
- You shouldn't have done that, you know?
Why didn't you just tell her you did it?
You want a lift home?
- No, I'll walk.
- Well take it easy.
Look after yourself.
- You too.
- What are friends for?
(Carl exhaling)
(crickets chirping)
- Sophie.
- Carl, what are you doing here?
- Waiting for you.
- Well you better not let Laurie see you.
- Sophie, how about--
- Don't, Carl, don't touch me.
- What's wrong?
Sophe, I really need to see you.
- I can't talk now. Me
dad's picking me up.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing's wrong.
- Sophe, I've got to see
you. We need to talk.
- No, there's nothing to talk about.
I don't wanna see you anymore.
- What?
Look, Sophe.
(horn beeping)
- There's me dad now. No, I gotta go.
(engine revving)
(tyres squealing)
(dramatic music)
(storefront exploding)
(dramatic music)
(Laurie coughing)
(tyres squealing)
(upbeat dramatic music)
- Oh no.
- You bastard! You fucking bastard!
- Shit.
- You're dead, Cookie! You hear me?
You're dead!
I'll find you! Go away, you bastard!
You better run!
(upbeat dramatic music)
(mother snoring)
- Wake up, Mother, wake up.
Come on, Mother, wake up!
- Carl, now what are
you doing? Where am I?
- Come on, Mother, we have to leave.
- Is the house on fire?
Carl, what's going on?
- They think it's me,
Mother. I know they do.
They're gonna kill me.
- Who is, Dear?
(upbeat dramatic music)
(dogs barking)
- You take this, Mum. Here's your bag.
(dogs barking)
Your place, Mum.
- Yes, I'll tell him.
Thank you, John. Bye-bye.
(phone dinging)
Carl, your Uncle John
said you should go down
to the nearest police
station and tell them
exactly what happened.
(birds singing)
I know you're listening, Dear.
- Mother,
I overreacted last night.
I'd been drinking.
It was just a little flareup
in the kitchen, that's all.
A slight altercation between management
and staff, nothing at all,
it happens all the time.
- We'll have no lockboxes here, Dear,
as the dear nuns used to say.
Carl.
- All right.
(clock tolling)
(upbeat music)
(traffic zooming)
(upbeat music)
(horn blaring)
(upbeat music)
- Psst. Psst.
Psst.
Carmel?
- Oh shit, Carl? What the
hell are you doing up there?
Perving?
- No.
No, I wanna see Sophie. Can
you go and get her please?
- I don't know if I should.
- Please, Carmel, it's really important.
It's a matter of life and death.
Can you tell her that please?
- Okay.
- Thanks.
- You wait there.
(footsteps receding)
(traffic passing)
- What's this?
- It's a wedding invitation.
They've already gone out.
Sophie said to say that's it. It's final.
She doesn't wanna see you again.
- Aw, no.
No, she can't marry
Yanni, not that fat slug.
Carmel, you're her friend.
We've got to stop her. We
can't let her ruin her life.
- Oh, you'd rather ruin
it for her instead, huh?
- Look,
I love her.
(water trickling)
- You're weird, Carl.
Weird.
- Please, Carmel.
Please.
(water trickling)
- Okay, the Brunny Baths,
five o'clock tomorrow,
I'll have her there.
The rest is up to you.
- Thanks a lot.
(footsteps receding)
(ladder banging)
(glass breaking)
- [Mother] Is that you, Dear?
- Yes, Mother.
- In here, Dear.
(ladder banging)
I found just the thing for you.
Cook wanted for nursing home.
Must be prepared to wash dishes.
Experience with geriatric diets preferred.
Award rates (speaks indistinctly).
- I've worked in those places, Mother.
Those old ladies, they smell.
- Don't be so cruel, Dear.
I'll be like that one day.
I hope you'll be more considerate
when you have to look after me.
This nonsense has gone
on for far too long.
I want to be a grandmother, Carl.
Did you have a nice day, Dear?
- Um, yeah, it's all sorted
out. I didn't need Uncle John.
- Oh, that's good, Dear.
(horn blowing)
- He's here.
(soft music)
(swimmers chattering)
(soft music)
(water lapping)
(soft music)
- It's the first time I've ever been here.
Everyone's so, brown.
- You really done it now, haven't you?
What are you doing here?
They're all out looking for you, you know.
You could have killed someone.
- Sophe, I didn't do
anything. It's all a mistake.
- I'm in big trouble because of you.
Yanni and Laurie came
into my parents' place
at three o'clock in the
morning wanting to know
if I knew where you lived.
- Shit, I'm sorry, Sophe.
- And they're gonna put
the cops onto you as well.
- Shit.
- What's gotten into you anyway?
- Look, Sophie. It wasn't me, it was ...
It was some guys in the car.
I don't even know who they were.
- What are you gonna do then?
- I don't know.
(Sophie sighing)
- I'm gonna go, Carl.
- Sophe, please.
- Look, I'll get Yanni
and Laurie off your back,
but you gotta stay away from me, okay?
- No, Sophe.
- It's all arranged, understand?
It's over between you and me.
Bye, Love.
(swimmer splashing)
(swimmers chattering)
- She's crying, Carl. Happy?
- I didn't mean to.
I'll wait outside.
- Don't.
Go home.
Leave her alone.
(swimmer splashing)
(mysterious music)
(Carl shouting)
(mysterious music)
(man shouting)
- I haven't done anything.
You've got the wrong man.
- Shut up! We got the right man.
(kidnapper speaking foreign language)
(boy speaking foreign language)
(kidnapper shouting in foreign language)
- Careful with those. Those are Ray-Bans.
(glasses cracking)
- Why you get mad at his missus, eh?
- I didn't.
- Don't shit me, Mate!
(kidnappers speaking foreign language)
Maybe they cut your nose
off. Maybe your balls.
What do you think, huh?
(elbow thudding)
(Carl groaning)
- It was ...
It was Laurie.
- Who?
- Who?
- You know Laurie, big
bloke who works at the club.
- Laurie.
I saw him beating up my staffer,
and I tried to stop him.
Honest I did, I tried to stop him.
(kidnappers speaking foreign language)
- You got 10 minutes.
If you don't come out within 10 minutes,
we'll come and get your balls, all right?
- Yeah, all right, all right.
(upbeat electronic rock)
- Carl, what's happened to you?
- Mustafa's mates picked me up.
They reckon I know where he is,
and they're outside waiting for me.
- Well you better get outta here quick.
Laurie's, shit.
- Give me the drink, Sophe.
(indistinct singing)
Shit house!
This band's shit house.
I told Laurie to book somebody
decent for a bloody change.
What do you think, Mate?
Laurie!
I'll see you later, Mrs. Voulgaris, mwa.
Hey, Laurie. Hey, Laurie!
(upbeat electronic rock)
- Don't, Sophe. Don't marry him.
- He'll have to go out the back way,
through the fire escape,
Tony's in the kitchen.
I'll cover for you. Quick, get him out.
Piss off.
(upbeat electronic music)
(indistinct singing)
- Fuck you, Carl, you got
no right coming down here.
- I didn't have much choice, believe me.
- You're determined to stuff
things up for me, aren't you?
It's locked, shit!
I'm gonna have to go up to
Yanni's office and get the key.
You stay here, all right.
I'll be back in a minute.
- I'm not going anywhere.
Come with me, Sophe.
(muffled music)
(music stops)
(footsteps approaching)
(Laurie laughing)
- Hello, Cookie.
- Hi, Laurie.
- Long time no see.
- I left some of my stuff here.
I thought I'd, come back and collect it.
- Yeah?
(muffled music)
(footsteps descending)
(muffled music)
Bad news, Cookie. You know that?
You're real bad news.
- Get back, Laurie.
- (laughs) Oh, a real tough guy, eh?
Huh?
(glass dinging)
(Laurie laughing)
(glass dinging)
- Stay back, Laurie!
- I'm scared. I'm real scared.
(glass dinging)
(Laurie laughing)
You're piss weak, Mate.
You're really piss weak.
This is how you do it.
(glass shattering)
Ah, shit!
(Carl snickering)
Oh you.
- Get back, Laurie. Get back!
(both straining)
- Come on, Mate. You're
afraid, aren't you?
Come on. Come on, you tough guy.
(Laurie screaming)
(knee thudding)
(Carl gasping)
You fucking bastard, Cookie.
You bastard!
(fist thudding)
(Carl gasping)
(Laurie screaming)
Come here! Get out here now!
Say your prayers, Cookie,
because I'm gonna fucking kill you!
- Get off him, Laurie! Get off!
(all screaming)
(elbow thudding)
- What's going on here?
- [Laurie] He tried to
burn the joint down, Yanni!
- I tell you, I wasn't.
- Oh shut your face.
What do you think you're doing, huh?
What do you think I am?
You must think I'm stupid or something!
Sniff around behind my
back all the time. You ...
- You what?
- You've always been a slut.
I told my dad that before!
(Yanni shouting in foreign language)
You marry her, she's yours (spits).
- Come on, Carl, let's go.
- Just a minute. Don't think--
- What?
Don't think of what, eh?
You piss off, Cookie,
before I change my mind!
- Come on, Carl.
- Better go, Cookie.
- Fuck, Yanni, you're a weak prick.
- Leave them, Laurie. They're shit.
(Laurie screaming)
(upbeat suspenseful music)
- Come on, Carl.
Come on!
Come on.
- I'm stuck.
Oh no.
(Laurie laughing)
- Oh, Cookie, you just can't
learn how to run, can you?
(Laurie laughing)
(bat banging)
- Fuck you, Laurie!
- Anytime, Sweetheart. Anytime!
- Go on, Sophe, run away. Run!
(soft dramatic music)
(men speaking foreign language)
- Is that you, Mustafa?
You back for some more then, are you?
Yeah, you come and get
it then, you bastards.
Come on, you come and get it!
- We'll cut your head off.
Do you hear! We'll cut your head off.
- Jesus Christ.
(soft dramatic music)
- Sophe, Sophe, wait.
Wait. I need a rest.
(both gasping)
- You okay?
- Yeah.
Yeah, thanks.
Thanks for what you did for me back there.
(both gasping)
- I don't know why I
didn't leave you there.
(both gasping)
Look at you.
- Oh, Sophe.
Sophe.
(soft muffled music)
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Dave, this is Sophie.
Sophie, this is Dave.
- Hi, Dave.
(soft music)
- You mind if we come in?
- No, of course not, Mate.
(soft music)
(music stops)
- Hey, thanks a lot for putting me up.
I won't be here that long, will I?
- Oh no, just a couple
of days at the most.
Until things calm down a bit, you know.
If that's okay.
- Yeah, that's fine. Junie, isn't it?
- You told your mother yet, Carl?
- No, not yet.
Just need a little time with her.
She's, um, she's got funny
ideas about migrants, you know.
- That's okay. I was born here.
- Why don't you tell her
the truth, just for once?
- I couldn't do that.
She wouldn't like it.
It's great spaghetti, Junie.
- How old are you, Carl?
- She's been sick.
- You've got another problem
as well, haven't you?
Have you told Sophie you're still married?
(traffic passing in distance)
I think it's time you and
I did the dishes, Dave.
(dishes rattling)
- Sophe.
(water running)
- I just did it to please my mother.
I didn't even like her.
- Carl.
- She was horrible. We
fought all the time.
- Are you still seeing her?
- Not really.
- Poor Carl.
- Poor Carl?
If he runs out on her, I'll
hold you personally responsible.
- Look, I haven't seen her for ages.
- Yeah, sure.
- No, it's true. It's over, it's finished.
I'm getting a divorce.
(crickets chirping)
What am I gonna do,
Dave? What am I gonna do?
I mean, I really like
her, you know. I love her.
(gate creaking)
All I need is, some money
and a car, yeah, a car.
- Go home, Carl. Sort it
out in the morning, eh?
- Dave, you've got a car.
Maybe you could ...
Actually, better still,
maybe you could lend me--
- Just go home.
(gate creaking)
- Dave, look, we wouldn't need very much.
And, I could ask Mother for ...
I could tell her ...
That wouldn't work.
Dave, look, if you could
just see your way clear--
- Look, you stupid
bastard. Make a decision.
You're screwing Sophie's life up.
You killed a guy, for Christ sake,
and it's all been for what?
I've had it with you, you and your mother.
Reactionary bitch, why don't
you bloody well nick her?
And fucking do yourself at the same time!
- Well,
I guess I better go then.
- Dear Mother of God, I know
it's my fault the way he is.
We spoilt him when he was a little boy,
but I couldn't help it.
He was so sweet.
Such a dear.
I know he would have been a better man
if he'd finished university.
Look at Dr. Lee and his beautiful suits.
Now he's a chef. I know he hates it.
He looks so tired, poor boy.
He's rude to me, but he can't help it.
I'm an old woman. I nag him.
Maybe it will be better if
it happens soon (cries).
(bell tolling)
(birds singing)
- Amongst us today, we
have people who have
committed adultery, lied, stolen,
had an abortion, perhaps
even perpetrated an act
of violence against a neighbour.
Now as victims, we may find
it difficult to forgive those
who have stolen our video recorders,
slept with our wives and
husbands, or assaulted us.
But we most.
For today we are praying to the God
who is all knowing, all forgiving.
(parishioners standing)
Hallelujah.
- [All] Hallelujah.
His words give us mission.
Hallelujah.
- [Priest] Today's reading
comes from the Gospel
according to Matthew.
- Get up, Dear. It is the Gospel.
- What's happened to the Mass, Mother?
- Sh. This is how it is now.
- Then Peter went up to Him and said,
"Lord, how often must I forgive
my brother if he wrongs me?
"As often as seven times?"
Jesus answered, "Not
seven times, I tell you,
"but 77 times."
77 times.
This is the Word of the Lord.
- [Parishioners] Thanks be to God.
(soft music)
- Sit down, Dear, sit down.
- Now, my dear brothers and sisters,
I'd like to say a few words
to you about forgiveness.
Yes, forgiveness.
For Christ is the judge of judges.
He's a heavenly, almost
all-forgiving judge.
Yes, all forgiving.
Your Heavenly Father
will forgive anything.
The bigger the sin, the
bigger the forgiveness.
Even a heinous sin, like murder.
The taking of a human life.
Isn't that a wonderful thing?
A sin like that, washed
away in holy blood.
We pray to God in the
knowledge that we will all
one day be reunited in His love
on that great day of judgement,
when once again we will
meet the dead, in the flesh.
Face to face. What a wonderful
day that will be, friends.
Let us now offer each
other a sign of peace.
- [Parishioners] Peace be with you.
- Peace be with you.
(soft music)
- What are you doing,
Dear? Are you all right?
Let go of the man's hand, Dear.
- What was that, Mother?
- Let go of the man's hand.
- God bless you.
(soft music)
- [Priest] Peace be with you.
(soft music)
- What's this?
Headless horror. What
is the world coming to?
Poor man.
Probably just went for a
stroll, doing nobody any harm.
You never know when the
Good Lord wants you, do you?
- No, Mother.
- I put on your favourite music, Mother.
- Oh, thank you, Dear.
(soft music)
- I'll just be a minute.
- Thank you.
(soft music)
(pills rattling)
(water pouring)
- How much do you think
you're worth, Mother?
- Oh let's not talk about
money on the Sabbath, Dear.
- Just a guess.
- Well, I don't know.
(soft music)
- How many sugars, Mother?
- Two, Dear.
- Good.
(soft music)
- I have thought about changing my will.
- You haven't, have you?
- No, of course not.
Charity begins at home,
they say, don't they?
(spoon pinging)
(soft music)
What's this?
Carl, I thought you'd
know better than that.
Never in my life have I ever
drunk tea out of a coffee mug.
- Right.
(soft music)
Make a guess, Mother.
How much do you think I'll, I'd inherit?
- Well, your grandfather's money alone
is over 100,000 dollars.
- What? What money?
- He left it in trust for you.
I haven't touched a penny of it.
Well, not the principal anyway.
- What are you talking about?
This is the first I've
heard of it. What money?
When do I get it? Why haven't I got it?
- My tea, Dear.
- Why haven't I seen any of this?
You've been holding
out on me, haven't you?
- Carl, my tea.
- I should give you this tea, Mother.
I should bloody well give
you this tea. You deserve it.
All this time I've had nothing from you,
nothing but shortcomings!
When do I get it? When do I get my money?
I want my money!
God, you've been living off
the interest, haven't you?
Jesus, off my money!
(mother crying)
- My tablets, Carl.
The red and white ones.
- Mother. Mother.
(soft music)
(mother gasping)
- Oh, Carl.
(groans) Carl.
I can't breathe.
- Mother, take this.
(mother grunting)
I'll get an ambulance, Mother.
- Get a taxi. It's cheaper (moans).
- All right.
(items rattling)
- Your mother doesn't look so good.
- Yeah.
Only one.
(mother moaning)
You'll be all right,
Mother, I promise. Oh!
- I've got it, Mate.
- Shit.
(mother moaning)
Here you are, Mum. Now swallow.
(mother coughing)
Oh for God sake.
Swallow it, Mum.
(monitor beeping)
(Carl breathing hard)
- Oh, Mother.
Oh, Mother, I'm sorry.
I caused this. I know it.
I wanted you dead.
Your own son wanted you
dead, God forgive me.
I don't know what I was thinking of.
I've killed before.
I killed Mustafa.
Then Dave and I smashed
up an old dead woman
so we could hide his body.
And then his wife and
kids came down to the club
looking for him, and I lied
to them, it was horrible.
And then the club got firebombed.
And, Laurie, Laurie got beheaded.
Well, I hated him but I didn't want ...
And now Sophie's parents have
disowned her and you're ...
You're a vegetable, and it's all my fault.
(soft upbeat music)
I'll make it up to you, Mother.
I promise. Sophie and I'll look after you.
I'll get power of attorney and build you
a lovely little granny
flat out in the backyard.
You'll like Greek food, Mother.
I'm sure you will.
(lips smacking)
(gentle upbeat music)
(mother groaning)
(gentle upbeat music)
- You sure this is a good idea?
- Sophe, I've already told
you everything's gonna be
different now, we're making
a new start all round.
A clean slate, as Mother used to say.
And I think it's time for the future
in-laws to meet each other.
- I don't know, Carl. My
dad's still pretty mad.
Yanni made him pay for the reception,
the church, the priest, everything.
It was all part of a customer packet.
Here it is.
(gentle upbeat music)
Hi, Dad.
- Hi, Mr. Papafogos.
We haven't really met,
but I'm Carl Fitzgerald.
And this is my mother.
(chair whirring)
(gentle upbeat music)
Unfortunately, she's
paralysed from the neck down.
And Sophie,
Sophie you already know.
Now I know there's been a
little ill feeling between us,
a little misunderstanding, but
I'm sure that,
I'm sure that ...
(gentle upbeat music)
It'll be fine, I promise.
(gentle upbeat music)
Relax, Sophe, I know what I'm doing.
(gentle upbeat music)
Mr. Papafogos, I don't quite
know how to put this, but
well, try to think of it not
so much as losing a daughter
but more like
gaining a son.
(father speaking Greek)
(fist thudding)
- [Sophie] Oh, Cookie.
(upbeat wedding music)
(wedding party chattering)
(upbeat wedding music)
- Cheese.
(camera snapping)
(upbeat music)