[waves lapping]
[waves continue lapping]
[light music plays]
[light music continues]
[The Surfer] You can't stop a wave.
It's pure energy.
Born in a storm way out to sea,
brewing and churning for days, weeks, months,
sometimes even years.
It's all building to this breaking point.
A short, sharp shock of violence on the shore.
And you either surf it...
or... you get wiped out.
[car door opens]
You know, that was my best surfing-as-a-metaphor-for-life speech.
I was hoping for a little more enthusiasm.
You're still a surfer, right?
I should be in school, Dad.
Miss Hoolihan is gonna give me so much shit for this. And Mom.
Yeah, well, Miss Hoolihan and your mom will get over it.
Sometimes, a man's gotta get away from it all.
- [phone buzzing] - [sighs]
Okay, I'm gonna take this call. Get your gear on.
- I have a big surprise for you. - [phone continues buzzing]
Conlon, thanks for calling me back.
Okay. I'm at Luna Bay now, and I'm with my son,
and I was hoping to show him the house. Can you open the gates?
[The Estate Agent over phone] Mate, you've been in three times already.
Well, I am the one buyin' it.
[chuckles] Yeah, maybe not. There's another offer.
No, you told me the competing bidder pulled out.
Uh, there's a family interested,
they're flying in for a viewing,
and have already offered 1.6.
- And it's a cash offer. - [sighs]
I have financing.
Cash is guaranteed.
So, if you wanna go sale agreed,
then you gotta go up to 1.7.
But can you raise another hundred grand?
Yeah, yes. Yes.
Can you give me until the end of next week?
Uh, no.
Come on, man, meet me halfway here.
Wait for me there. If you have the money
in the next 48 hours, I'll consider your offer.
[disconnect tone]
[unsettling music plays]
[bird calling]
[unsettling music intensifies]
[music ends]
So, Christmas Eve, you're still coming over to me, right?
- Uh, yeah. - Great.
Christmas Day, is that... at your mom's?
Uh, no. We're-- we're going to a barbecue.
[The Surfer gasps]
Fuck off.
[enchanting music plays]
[The young Surfer exhales sharply]
[exhales]
[The Kid, echoing] Dad, you all right?
Hey, Dad.
[in clear voice] Dad.
What? Yeah. We gotta get out there, though.
It's the best place to show you my big surprise.
- [Pitbull] Oi! - [surfer] Fuck off!
Locals only!
Look, it's quiet out there.
We'll respect the line. We won't drop in.
The kid's a fantastic surfer. Just wait till you see him.
Don't live here, don't surf here.
I grew up here.
Don't live here, don't surf here!
- Hey, Dad... - It's okay.
You're scaring my boy.
[Pitbull sniffs aggressively]
Get out of my personal space.
Don't live here, don't surf here.
[Scally whistles]
Now, now, now.
No need for all this fuss.
You all right, son?
Good lad.
- Look, can I get a word? - I'm taking my son for a surf.
Yeah, I get that.
Just come back up here with me for a minute.
You hang tough, mate. I'm just gonna grab a quick chat with your old man.
You can't surf here.
It's a public beach.
Yeah, but nah.
Listen to me, brother.
The fellas out there have been partying start of Christmas week,
and it was snowing pretty heavy last night.
You know how it goes.
Look, I'm trying to do you a solid here.
You paddle out into that break with your boy,
I don't know what might happen.
I mean, Mr. Pitbull there?
He's the type to make you watch while they knock the teeth out of the kid's head.
Look... I know it smarts to lose face in front of your boy,
but you gotta know when to back down.
Or it could get a whole lot worse.
Plenty of family beaches for you to enjoy your afternoon.
So, get outta here. Forget this place.
- [gentle music plays] - [Pitbull snickering]
- [dog barking in distance] - [The Surfer] I-I wanted to surf
that break with you today because...
out there on the water, sitting on our boards,
is the best view of the homes on Cliff Top Drive. [chuckles]
And it was going to be a surprise, but I'm buying one.
- [The Kid sighs] - And it's not just any house.
It used to belong to your grandfather.
We could drive up there right now and take a look at it.
Do you want to?
Oh, come on, don't let that... [exhales sharply]
This a special place for us.
I'm buying it for us.
It was magic here when I was your age.
My dad would wake me first thing,
and I'd watch him make coffee before driving into the city for work.
And then I'd grab my board and I was off.
There's a rat run that goes straight from the house down to the beach.
I was training for the Shark Tooth.
It's a local surf competition.
You could enter it, if it's still going.
A-and I want that for you. I wanna give you all that.
Come on, let's go take a look.
I just wanna go home now.
[The Kid sighs]
[gentle music continues]
[music fades out]
[festive on-hold music playing over phone]
[Mortgage Broker over phone] Righto. Yeah, sorry, mate. It's manic here.
- So, what's the damage? - [The Surfer] There's another bidder.
- The price has gone up 100K. - [Mortgage Broker] Oh, shit.
Sorry. I know you had your heart set on it.
[The Surfer] I still do. Look, I'm freeing up some extra capital.
I can maybe raise another 30 more.
So, can you go back to the bank and get the extra 70?
That way, I've made up the difference and I still win.
[Mortgage Broker] Look, you're pushing the limit here as it is.
- [The Surfer] But is it possible? - [Mortgage Broker] Well, yeah.
But the-the thing is, and I'm speaking to you
as a friend here, not as your broker, okay?
This won't fix anything.
If you looked across that bay, mate,
you could get a really sweet place--
No, no, no. It has to be here.
I've been working my whole life to get back here.
The house may never come on the market again.
The time is now. Can you at least try?
[Mortgage Broker] Yeah, yeah, I'll do my best.
[The Surfer] All right. I believe in you, Mike.
If anyone can do this, you can.
So, let's do this. Let's seal the deal.
And then we'll celebrate with a big lobster dinner on the veranda
and a bottle of champagne.
[contented sigh]
Just wait till you see the sunsets, Mike.
The girls will be here, and the kids too.
[Mortgage Broker chuckles] Okay.
Or maybe just you and me and a couple of beers.
Fine, whatever it takes. I need this, Mike.
- Call me back as soon as you can. - [call disconnects]
- [insects chirping] - [bird calling]
[flies buzzing]
[gulps]
[exhales]
- [phone buzzing] - [air conditioner whirring]
[phone buzzing]
- What? - [colleague over phone] Where the fuck are you?
I had to take a personal day.
Oh, you're shitting me. You're sick?
- No. - Well, Benson wants to see you ASAP.
He's worried about the Arkam account.
They're getting jittery.
And they said you weren't wearing
any shoes or socks in the meeting yesterday.
- What the fuck is that about? - I don't have time for this right now.
I'm closing a deal on a house.
I'll be back tomorrow and I'll fix it then, okay?
You'd better. Benson's office, first thing tomorrow.
- Fantastic. Bye. - [call disconnects]
[Blondie's wife, faint] Why am I here? Where have you been?
[Blondie, faint] I've been down here, I told you.
- For three days, we haven't seen you. - Oh, for God's sake...
You don't understand she's asking me, "Where's Dad?"
- [unsettling music playing] - [Blondie's wife continues indistinct]
- [tires screeching] - [The Surfer] Hey, hey, hey.
No, don't.
Hey.
- Are you a Bay Boy? - A what?
Are you with those fuckers down on the beach? Are you local?
- I don't want this. - [sneers]
You're a seppo.
Yeah, well, you might be all right.
So at least look at what I'm trying to show you.
[sighs]
[The Surfer] Yeah, I haven't seen your dog.
[runt 1] Oi, come here!
Ah, here we go.
Careful, son.
[espresso maker hissing]
Four dollars, dude.
[phone chimes]
[laughter]
- [runt 1 shouts] - [laughter]
- [runt 1] Fuck off! - [runt 2] What are you doing here, bitch?
[The Bum] I'm going, I'm going. I haven't done anything.
[runt 3] Look at you. You don't fucking belong here.
- [The Bum] That's my stuff. Give it to me. - [runt 1] No. Fuck off.
- [runt 2] Get the fuck outta here. - [runt 1] Eat the dirt.
[runt 3] Get on the floor, where you fucking belong.
Fucking weak prick.
Oi, fuckface. Locals only.
Don't live here, don't surf here.
I'm not surfing.
Or is the view for locals only as well?
Don't say we didn't warn you, you fucking dickhead. [spits]
["Teardrops For Christmas" plays]
[music stops]
[phone buzzing]
- [phone beeps] - Hi.
[Helen over phone] What the hell were you thinking
taking him out of school like that?
I wanted to surprise him.
It's only one day, and it's almost the holidays anyway, so...
Where are you?
He wouldn't even tell me where you took him.
I'm at Luna Bay.
[Helen sighs]
My old house is finally for sale, Helen.
Can you believe it?
- You're gonna love it. - [Helen sighs]
Don't do this to yourself.
I worked hard for this, Helen.
Don't I know it.
I told you I'd buy it all back.
And once I do, I'll have more time.
Look, we should meet up. After Christmas.
Yes, I would love that.
So you can sign the papers.
Because Derek and I...
we wanna get married.
So I need you to sign.
[The Surfer] Okay.
And I've got some pretty big news.
Getting engaged isn't the big news?
I wanted to tell you in person,
but it's obvious now, and I didn't want you
to have to hear it from Charlie or anyone else.
- [sighs] - I'm pregnant.
- Are you still there? - [sighs]
So it's a shotgun wedding.
[Helen chuckles]
I'm a little long in the tooth for that.
Well, I have another call coming in, so...
It's about the house. I should probably take it.
Yeah, okay.
- [call disconnects] - [phone thuds]
[soft music playing]
[engine starts]
- [grunts] - [seat belt clicks]
[breathing heavily]
[Scally] You don't belong here anymore.
[seat belt clicks]
[panting]
[Scally, faint] ...I know that might sound--
Seem like a very simple proposition,
but the reality is that it's not.
What is the purpose? Is there any meaning...
["Asking For It" by Ria Rua playing loudly on car stereo]
[indistinct chatter]
[indistinct chattering and laughter]
Jenny!
Can I have a word?
I just need proof.
- Can you help me? - [Jenny] I can't.
I feel bad for Jay. I do.
What happened to him was terrible, but I've got to move on.
[Jenny's friend] Jenny, let's go.
[The Bum] No, please. Give me a sec more.
- [runt] Talk about a fucking buzzkill. - [laughter]
- [insects chirping] - [car approaching]
- [engine stops] - [handbrake creaks]
Uh, hey, can you spare one of those?
Are you with Scally? Are you a Bay Boy?
No, but they're not gonna miss one pizza in 20. How much?
For you, 100 dollars.
A hundred bucks for a pizza?
[chuckles] Are you out of your mind?
O-okay, okay. Look...
Here.
I hope it's anchovy.
[grunts]
[muffled voices, laughter]
[unsettling music plays]
[sighs]
[unsettling music continues]
[runts whooping and laughing]
- [runt] Yeah! - [whooping continues]
- [runt] Scally, we've got a gift for you. - [all cheering]
[Scally] Ah, looks like the little runts have brought us a gift.
- All right. Now we're talkin'. - [overlapping chatter]
Well done fellas.
["ECDYSIS" by YARD feat. YINYANG playing loudly]
[overlapping chatter continues]
I want my surfboard.
[Scally whistles]
Get the fuck up, Blondie.
Get the fuck in there, Blondie. Fuck him up!
- [all cheering] - [The Surfer] Hey!
[grunting]
Fucking drop him! Drop him!
- [grunting continues] - [Pitbull] Get up, Blondie!
[cheering continues]
[partygoer 1] Fuck him up! Fuck him up!
[partygoer 2] Yeah, get on him Blondie!
[partygoer 3 whooping]
[partygoer 2] Get up, Blondie! Come on!
- [The Surfer grunts] - [Pitbull shouts]
I want my board back.
[partygoers continue cheering]
- [growls] - Okay.
- [growling] - All right! I'm leaving!
- [continues growling] - [partygoers cheering]
[cheering, laughter]
[wolf whistling]
[grunts]
- [line ringing] - [exhales]
- [police over phone] Luna Bay Police. - Yeah, hi.
I'm reporting an assault and a theft.
[gasps]
[The Cop] Uh, worth a bit of money, is it?
No.
It's my property, and I was assaulted for it.
They've been down there all night.
Partying, doing drugs.
They're still down there.
Let's go.
What are you doing?
You wait right here, mate.
I'll go down and talk to 'em.
[The Cop, faint] G'day, boys.
[The Cop speaking indistinctly]
- Put your hands in the air. - [Scally] Ah, there he is!
[The Cop groaning playfully]
[indistinct chattering]
[The Bum spits]
[The Surfer] Excuse me, sir.
I don't know what your game is, but you're bringing heat.
And it's no good for me, no good at all.
Sorry. Uh...
I was wondering if I could borrow your binoculars.
Tell you what, I'll swap them for those fancy sunnies.
- [scoffs] - Come on, son.
Because of you, that asshole cop's back.
And if he sees me, there's gonna be trouble.
So, now, I gotta make myself scarce.
So... I need some sort of compensation.
Thank you.
[indistinct chattering]
Bunch of fuckin' yuppies cosplaying at being surf gangsters.
It's all in good fun.
Boys will be boys.
[The Surfer] Who's the main guy?
The one they call Scally?
The guru?
Scott Callahan.
That's Scotty Callahan?
I thought you said you weren't local.
I'm not. I was once.
- I was born here. - [The Bum] Ah.
[The Surfer] I remember him and his family.
[The Bum] Ahh, poisonous cunts.
His granddaddy stole most of the land around here,
and now, that entitled, little trust-fund bitch
gets to sit there on his throne of sand
and pretend like he's something.
You sound like you have a personal problem with him.
My son...
my boy, he used to surf.
Jay was such a beautiful surfer.
He won the Shark Tooth two years running.
Nice. Congratulations.
- The kid could've gone pro. - I'm sure.
[The Bum] And before I knew it, he was an altar boy at their little church,
lapping up all that Lord-of-the-Wave prick's nonsense, until...
[chuckles softly]
And then after everything that went down,
after he took my boy from me, then he killed my dog.
I-I-- I know he did. He killed my dog.
If you know he killed your dog, why are you handing out missing flyers?
To piss him off. To get inside his head.
Or maybe I'm using it as an excuse
to get the right amount of sun on my crown
to go crazy enough to really do something about it.
Oh, yeah? Like what?
Like maybe...
go down there and blow his fucking brains out.
[laughing] Eh?
[The Bum continues laughing]
[laughter]
[footsteps]
[The Cop] I told you to wait up at the car park.
I want my surfboard.
[Scally] Okay, okay. I'm sure it's just a mix-up.
Uh, is it one of these?
[scoffs]
[voice cracking] Dude, that's my board
and I want it back.
Listen, mate, I think you've been out in the sun too long.
[The Surfer] They took it from me last night,
threatened me with a broken bottle.
Why don't you take a drink of water?
I don't want anything from you. I want my board.
So, you're saying they took this from you last night?
Was I not clear?
Well, it's just the problem is,
and I can tell you myself,
that old board's been up there for as long as I can remember.
How long?
I reckon we put it up there
- maybe seven summers back, now. - [scoffing]
She's a beaut, isn't she?
I guess it's like a talisman for us.
W-what the fuck is this?
Sir, it is in your best interest
to get back up to the car park and wait for me by your vehicle.
[breathing heavily]
That is my board.
[The Cop] I don't know what to tell you, mate.
I don't see how it can be.
The Bay Boys have had that board for years.
"Bay Boys." Sounds like a gang.
More of an unofficial club.
Do you get a lot of complaints about the localism on this beach?
Nah, it's all part of the culture.
- It serves a purpose. - Yeah? What purpose is that?
Keeps the undesirables out of the neighborhood.
And you're fine with the desirables getting drunk
and doing drugs down there all night?
[sniffs]
Listen here, mate.
Mr. Callahan's family put a lot of money into this community.
If they wanna blow off some steam once in a while, nobody's complaining.
Are you a Bay Boy too?
I don't surf.
Let's talk more about you for a beat.
Did you sleep here last night?
I was waiting for you.
Are you living in this car, mate?
Do I look homeless to you?
You better dial down the attitude, mate,
or you and me are gonna have a problem.
[The Surfer sighs]
What's with the binoculars?
I'm a bird-watcher.
[dispatch over radio] Officer, we got a raid here on Main Street.
Copy that.
Now, you got some place you can go?
Yes, of course I do.
Good, because this is what's gonna happen.
You're gonna leave here and you're gonna stop bothering these people.
Are we clear?
Yes, I'm leaving.
Good.
You have yourself a nice day.
[tense music plays]
[engine starts]
[engine stutters]
[engine dies]
- [sighs] - [digital dash beeping]
[enchanting music plays]
[music fades out]
[flies buzzing]
[bird squawking]
[bird squawking mockingly]
[continues squawking mockingly]
[water gurgling]
[unsettling music plays]
[unsettling music continues]
[belt jingling]
[music fades out]
[running footsteps]
[The Bum mumbling]
[cubicle door squeaks]
- [The Bum mumbling] - [toilet seat cover closes]
[plastic bag rustling]
- [footsteps] - [cubicle door squeaks]
[The Bum] I'm gonna leave you in charge, son.
[sighs]
[exhales sharply]
[indistinct chattering]
- Hey! - [runt 1] Oh, shit. Oh, yeah, shit...
- [laughter] - [runt 2] Fuck you!
[runt 3] Kook!
- [glass crunches] - [The Surfer] Fuck! [yelps]
[groaning in pain]
[groans in pain]
[labored breathing]
[exhales]
- [line rings] - [receptionist] Hello? Stanley Muldoon Finance.
Yeah, hi. It's me again. Is Mike back yet?
- No, he's with a client. - Okay, can we set a time for a call?
I'm under pressure to get mortgage approval for a house I wanna buy.
I need to close before Christmas.
And I-- and I don't wanna lose it. I can't lose it.
Okay, I'll have Mike call you as soon as he's back in the office.
- Okay, great. Thank-- thank you. - [call disconnects]
Excuse me.
I'm sorry to bother you,
but I was running my air-con all night,
and now my battery's dead.
[The Surfer] So, photography.
- Is that a hobby or a profession? - [camera shutter clicks]
[The Photographer] Oh, I was chained to the desk until last year.
- But photography has always been my passion. - [camera shutter clicks]
So, I quit to work on a photography book.
I get it. I used to be a writer for a bit back in the day.
Oh, okay. What'd you write about?
Surfing. Just for a few small zines,
but I chased the waves around the world for a couple of years.
Sounds idyllic.
Well, I don't know if living on beans in a van
can be described as idyllic,
but it might just be the last time I had a good night's sleep.
[The Photographer] So, what happened to you after that?
The love of my life happened.
I mean, I always knew I'd come home to Australia one day, but...
It's this place.
Luna Bay.
[soft music plays]
I promised my wife we'd live here.
I'm actually buying my old family property,
right up there on Cliff Top Drive.
I thought you were American.
Uh, well, my-my dad, he died...
when I was a kid,
so we had to move, and my mom took us to California.
[The Photographer] Okay, cool.
Don't you miss the life of the surfer,
chasing waves around the world?
Maybe I'll go back to it when I retire.
Seems like a long time to wait for a good night's sleep.
- [car battery charger beeps] - Well, thanks. I appreciate it.
[The Photographer] Oh, no worries.
[engine starts]
[relieved sigh]
[breathing heavily]
[continues breathing heavily]
- [bonfire crackling] - [continues breathing heavily]
[seat belt clicks]
[man on video] Scott Callahan takes the biggest egos in the boardroom,
breaks them into small pieces, and rebuilds them as corporate supermen.
Some superwomen do show up too,
but I find it's men who need the most help right now.
Because, honestly, I feel that contemporary workplace culture, and I...
I better watch my words here,
but it's made the modern male too soft.
He expects everything handed to him.
He's forgotten how to suffer.
[voice resounding] You know, the Shaolin monks used to make their prospective disciples
wait outside the temple gates for seven days and nights...
just sitting there, exposed to the elements.
Because you've gotta be shunned before you can demand acceptance.
You have to feel worthless before you can know that you're priceless.
[phone shutdown chime]
[Bay Boys cheering and chattering in distance]
[espresso maker hissing]
[The Surfer] Hi, can I get a flat white?
And I'll take a Danish and an OJ too, please.
Yeah, that'll be 23 bucks.
Ah, shit. My phone just died.
- Do you have cash? - No.
- Ooh, bad luck. - Do me a favor.
Charge my phone, and I'll pay you after.
I don't do favors for people I don't know.
I-- I'm-I'm in a bind here.
I don't have a charger and I'm expecting a really important call.
Electricity costs dollar, bro.
- Come on, man, move on. - Look,
I really need a cup of coffee, okay? Be reasonable.
This isn't a soup kitchen, mate. There's no freebies.
My cards are stored on my phone.
I will pay you when it's charged.
- Come on, go. - Can you just wait your turn?
How can we work this out?
All right, tell you what, give me a deposit
in case you don't come back to pay.
The phone is a deposit.
It's only a cup of coffee, man.
No, but I'll take your watch as guarantee.
Final offer.
But my father gave me this.
Well, you can get it back if you can pay for the flattie.
I want the pastry and the OJ too.
[The Barista] You can have the coffee but nothing else
until you can pay for it with real money.
My terms. Deal or no deal, man?
Be careful with that.
Hey.
[yelps]
[Mr. Suit] Coffee's for Bay Boys.
Now, fuck off.
[breathing heavily]
[man and woman conversing in French]
- [fly buzzing] - [car door closes]
Come on, let's go.
[man and woman continue conversing in French]
You-- you're not from around here, are you?
No, we're from France.
- Have you surfed here before? - [fly buzzing]
Right. Well, I feel I should warn you,
there's quite a bit of localism down there. It's hostile.
Ah, cool.
[in English] Well, thanks for the tip, man,
but, uh, it doesn't look too busy.
We're pretty experienced and respectful.
[in English] We don't have enough cash,
but we could give you something to eat if you like.
- Are you hungry? - No. No, thank...
[indistinct yelling in distance]
[indistinct yelling continues]
- [dog walker] Who's a good girl. Good girl. - [dog barks]
[dog panting]
[dog walker huffs and puffs cigarette]
It's sickening, isn't it?
Ah, they're good lads, really.
Local boys.
They're bullies and they're breaking the law.
Men are like engines.
You've gotta release a little steam now and then,
or you'll blow up.
Better let it out down there than at home.
If it stops them beating the Botox out of their wives, so be it.
And it keeps the riffraff out.
[unsettling music plays]
- [thumping kiosk] - Hey!
- [compartment opens, closes] - [panting]
[clattering]
- [festive on-hold music playing over payphone] - [Helen] Just wake up.
- [man and woman chattering anxiously in French] - [on-hold music continues]
[man groans softly]
- [music stops] - [receptionist over phone] Stanley Muldoon Finance.
- Please hold. - No, no, no, no, no. Don't put me on hold again.
I'm on-- I'm on an old payphone and I don't have much credit.
Tell Mike my cell phone is out of action,
so he has to call me back on this number.
- Have you got a pen? - Yes.
Okay. "0895-349-516."
Can we set a time where he might call?
- He can call you at 9:00 a.m. - 9:00 a.m. tomorrow?
- Can-- can't we do anything sooner? - No, sorry. He's chockers.
Okay, no, no, no, it's fine. All right, I will make it work. Thank you.
[payphone thuds]
[soft music plays]
[music fades out]
[laughter, indistinct chattering]
[tense music playing]
[rumbling]
[music stops]
[Scally] Tonight, we officially welcome a new member into our tribe.
He has looked the beast in the eye
and he has tamed the fucker.
Welcome to the kingdom of be who you are and say what you like, Blondie.
You have to be careful up there.
Watch what you say, watch how you say it.
[panting]
[Scally] But the irony is the pressure's still on.
They still want you to slay it at work.
To go out and provide.
They want the spoils, so they need you to hunt.
And boy, oh, boy,
do they still want you to come home
and fuck 'em like a beast.
[loud drumming]
So they demand you be a red-blooded predator.
But go even just a little bit too far,
and they'll pull a 180
and punish you for doing what's in your nature.
Now, I'm not saying let's wind the clock back to our fathers' repressed bullshit.
What I am saying is we need places like this.
To acknowledge that every man has a fucking animal inside of him.
- [hits chest] - [Bay Boys] Hoo-hoo!
[Scally] We need time down here to maintain order up there.
But it comes at a price.
Because you can't surf...
if you don't suffer.
[Bay Boys chanting] Suffer, surfer, suffer,
surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer,
surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer...
- [sizzling] - [Blondie yelling in pain]
- ...surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer... - [Blondie] Ahh!
...surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer,
- ...surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer... - [yelling]
- ...surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer... - [snarling]
[Bay Boys continue chanting, whooping]
[tense music playing]
[dog snarling]
- [dog growling] - [grunting]
- [grunts] - [kick lands]
[dog whines]
- [dog barking] - [Bay Boys drumming loudly]
- [runt] Hey! - [Blondie] Oi, it's fucking big boy!
- [grunts] - [Blondie] Oi, you fucking dog!
[runt] Oi! Fuck you! We'll fucking kill you!
Get outta here!
Hi-yah!
[yelps, groans]
We'll fuck you up, you stupid moron! Come at me!
[gasps]
- Come on! - Fuck you, mate!
- [yelps] - [runt] Is that all you got?
- Come here, damn it! - Fuck you!
- [The Surfer panting] - [runts laughing]
[panting]
[continues panting]
[Bay Boys jeering]
[indistinct shouting]
- [Bay Boy 1] Yoo-hoo! - [Bay Boy 2] Come on, mate, we're looking for ya!
[indistinct shouting]
[panting, groaning]
[jeering]
[Bay Boy 3] Where are you, old man? Come on!
[indistinct shouting]
[unsettling music playing]
[indistinct shouting]
[panting]
Hey, come on. Let's move out.
Come on!
[snake hissing]
[The Surfer breathing nervously]
[birds chirping]
[fly buzzing]
[exhales]
[birds continue chirping]
[groans softly]
[gasps softly]
[grunting]
[breathing heavily]
[panting]
[gasping]
[eerie music playing]
[gasping]
[panicked breathing]
[eerie music continues]
[panting]
[car approaching]
- [engine stops] - [handbrake creaks]
What are you still doing here?
They stole my car last night. I couldn't leave.
You-you gotta do something about them now.
Mate, we had an agreement.
You said you'd move on and stop bothering the people here.
They stole my car last night.
Right. Okay.
So, first, they take your surfboard.
I solved that one pretty quick. And then they take your car.
Okay, listen, mate, I've been good to you,
but my patience is wearing thin now.
I told you to get out of here,
and you promised me you would.
We agreed that you'd get someone down here
to put a tire on this bloody thing,
or I'd have it towed and impounded.
What-- You think this is my car?
Have you got another one?
Yeah! I drive a Lexus.
[sniggering]
And my Porsche is just down in the shop.
You've been drinking, have ya?
Doing some drugs maybe?
You're a part of this.
Okay, all right.
You've been out in the sun too long,
and I think you need some help.
Why don't I run you back into town
and you can rest up at the station for a while?
Oh, what, so you're arresting me now?
On what charge?
Well, I could book you for vagrancy,
or wasting police time, but I won't
because I'm really trying to help you, mate.
I'll even throw in a free breakfast.
[softly] Nah.
[in normal voice] No, I'm not-- I'm not going with you.
I'm all right.
I am.
I'm sorry for wasting your time.
- [car door closes] - All right.
You'll work on gettin' this thing outta here?
[car engine starts, revs]
[sighs softly]
[bird calling]
[unsettling music playing]
[breathing heavily]
[continues breathing heavily]
[The Estate Agent speaking indistinctly]
[The Estate Agent] ...which will essentially make this
- a private beach exclusively... - [The Surfer] Ah, Conlon.
- ...for the Cliff Top properties... - Conlon.
[chuckles] Conlon.
Do I know you?
Yeah, right.
Listen, man, you've gotta give me more time on the house.
[chuckles embarrassingly] I have never met you in my life.
- Could you just clear off? - Clear off?
What? Hey, buddy, you're not buying my house.
Yep.
[The Estate Agent] Listen, why don't you and the kids go
and have another look at the beach,
and I'll be with you in a tick?
Uh, what's this about, mate?
You want me to give you ten bucks, so you can bugger off?
You are not the vibe I need right now.
Okay, okay. So, you're doing this?
You wanna pretend like you don't know me
so you can sell the house to somebody else?
- I don't know you. - No, you know me.
- You know me. - [kiosk window opens]
And I'm gonna prove it to you 'cause I'm gonna close this deal right now.
[groans softly]
- Where's my phone? - No idea, man.
Hey, I gave it to you to charge.
I don't know what to tell you. It's not here.
You took my watch!
My father gave me this watch for my 21st.
No, my father gave me that watch!
Come on, Twitchy, get the bloody brew on already.
- That's my father's watch! - [The Barista] Whoa! Chill, man.
Look, I've gotta have this all set up by 9:00,
so if you're not gonna buy anything...
Translation, move on.
- Give me the watch. - [The Barista] Chill!
Hey, fix me a couple of piccolos and a babyccino, Twitchy.
Can someone call the cops to get rid of this bum,
or they're gonna try and knock about 10K off the asking price.
Hey, hey, my broker is Mike Muldoon, and you do know him.
He's gonna call me on that payphone, you're gonna talk to him,
- and you're gonna cut this shit out. - Great, yeah.
- I can't wait to hear your bid. - [dog walker chuckles]
- [The Barista] Moron. - I need that phone.
- We're using it, dickhead. - No, you aren't. You all have your own phones.
I'm calling your mom. She wants to do anal.
He doesn't like those dirty numbers poppin' up on his bill.
- [laughter] - You're not even using it.
- Hey, get your fucking hands off me! - He's only 16!
Lay a fuckin' finger on him, that's child abuse.
Is that what you're into? Yeah, you're a fuckin' pedo, aren't you?
- Stop filming me. - Who'd wanna talk to you anyway?
My broker. I'm trying to... buy a house on Cliff Top Drive.
[voice breaking] And I have to talk to him,
or the whole thing's gonna fall through.
Can you understand that?
- Bullshit. - [payphone ringing]
- There, you see? You see? - Oh, shit.
- Let me take the call! - Hey, back off! He's got you on camera.
- What's it worth, huh? - [tuts]
- [payphone ringing] - I lost my wallet.
- Oh, boo-fuckin'-hoo. - I can't give you anything.
- That'll do. - Hell no.
- You're running out of time, man. - [payphone continues ringing]
- It's your call. - Literally.
- [runts laughing] - [The Surfer whimpers]
Come on, fat fingers, take the fuckin' ring off.
Hand over the silver!
- [The Surfer yelling, growls] - Come on!
- [runts laughing] - [payphone ringing]
- Mike? Mike! - [payphone continues ringing]
[runts laughing loudly]
- Fucking idiot. Fuck you. - [continue laughing loudly]
Stop filming me! Stop!
Stop! Stop it!
- [loud laughter continues] - [grunts]
- [laughter continues] - [eerie birdcalls]
[grunts]
- [laughter continues] - [eerie birdcalls continue]
Fucking pathetic.
[breathing heavily]
[enchanting music plays]
[breathing heavily]
[gasps]
[groans softly]
[breathes deeply]
[enchanting music continues]
[breathing heavily]
[exhales]
[enchanting music continues]
[breathes deeply]
[enchanting music continues]
[rustling]
- [rustling] - [compartment closes]
[music fades out]
[exhales softly]
[gasps softly]
[car door closes]
[light music playing]
[kisses]
[indistinct yelling]
[indistinct chattering]
[swallowing dryly]
[light music continues]
[inaudible]
[light music continues]
[The Surfer exhales]
[indistinct chattering]
[music fades out]
[indistinct chattering continues]
[clattering]
[panting]
- [barking] - [The Surfer gasps]
[dog continues barking]
[gurgling]
[sniffs]
[gentle music playing]
[spits, gags]
[fizzing]
[Scally] Take it.
You get dehydrated out here in a heartbeat.
Consider it a peace offering with a condition.
Drink deep, eat your fill,
turn around, leave this place, and never come back. It's for the best.
[in hoarse voice] I'm going down on that beach...
and I'm gonna surf that break.
No, you're not.
I grew up here.
I know that.
I remember watching you surf.
And I remember what your old man did. Terrible thing.
[contented exhale]
They found him just down there on the strand, right?
What age were you, 15?
It was an accident.
[beer can thumps]
Don't kid yourself now.
There's nothing to be gained from that.
A boy needs a strong male role model.
I guess it's understandable.
It makes me sad to see you turn out like this.
Like what?
Like a bum.
You're living in this piece of junk.
I'm buying a house for my family here.
[scoffs] You're a family man, eh?
Where's your ring? Huh?
Where's your ring?
[softly] You had a family once, right?
But you let everything get on top of you, just like your old man.
You lost them.
You lost everything. You did.
Why isn't the missus up here looking for you, eh?
It's Christmas week.
[Scally whispering] Because you're a bum.
Just accept it.
- [The Surfer] No. - [Scally] Yes.
- [The Surfer] No. No. - [Scally] Yes.
Yes!
[in normal voice] Tell me, how old was your father when he checked out?
About the same age as you are now, right?
[Scally] Mm. Mm-mm.
Very simple to do.
You're not a bloody vegan-greenie, are you?
Huh?
- [The Surfer breathing heavily] - [burger thumps]
For God's sake, do what's good for you, man.
Eat.
[continues breathing heavily]
I don't need anything from you.
I think you do.
If you don't eat it...
I will.
I'll eat the whole fucking lot.
I'll eat your lunch.
I'm not trying to be cruel.
I'm just trying to help you wake up and accept who you are.
- [insects chirping] - [indistinct chattering]
- [child] See ya! - [woman] Come on, kids, get in the car.
- [child yelling] - [car pulling away]
[gagging]
[coughs, sniffles]
- [indistinct chattering continues] - [car pulling away]
[glugging]
[gasps, groans]
- [insects chirping] - [animals calling]
[quiet footsteps]
- [loud thud] - [gasps]
- [tense music playing] - [gasps]
- [Bay Boy 1 growls] - [Bay Boy 2 chuckles]
- [car door closes] - [screeching]
- [laughter] - [loud thumping]
- [Bay Boys laughing and hollering] - [Bay Boy 1] Go on, big boy!
- Hey! Get away! - [Bay Boy 2 laughs]
Get away from here!
[Bay Boys cheering and whooping]
[sighs softly]
[gentle music plays]
[rat squeaking]
- [The Surfer grunts] - [squeaks]
[grunting]
[groans, panting]
[squeaking]
- [squeaking] - [The Surfer yells in pain]
- [rat squeaking loudly] - [The Surfer grunts]
- Ah! - [rat thumps]
[grunts]
[breathing heavily]
[panting]
[loud screeching]
[heavy rumbling]
[The Surfer groans in pain]
[groaning in pain]
[retching]
[exhales]
[retching, spits]
[groans]
[coughs, exhales]
[breathing heavily]
[rustling]
[groans softly]
- [dog barking] - [gasps, panting]
[birds chirping]
[exhales]
[cartridge case closes]
[exhales]
- [gun clicks] - [gasps softly]
[chuckles softly]
[barking]
[dog continues barking]
[The Surfer groans, panting]
[exhales]
[grunts softly]
[nostalgic music plays]
[bird squawking]
[rustling, clattering]
[nostalgic music continues]
[slurping]
[bird squawking]
[slurping]
[clattering]
[nostalgic music continues]
What?
[dog squeals]
[chirping]
[nostalgic music continues]
Hey!
Can I borrow your phone?
I have to call my broker. It's very important.
I-I have to close before Christmas.
I promised my wife we'd live here.
Come on. I'm gonna make her dinner on the balcony.
Excuse me, do you know my broker, Mike Muldoon?
- I have to call-- Do you have a phone? - No, mate.
We're gonna have a nice... family dinner on the balcony,
with oreganata clams, and clams casino,
and puttanesca pasta.
Hey, fisherman! Did you catch a fish?
- No. - [The Surfer] I wanna take my son fishing.
Yeah. I'm buying the house.
I told you I was gonna get it all back, son.
I'm getting it all back!
You have phones!
- Give it back! Come on, give it back! - You want my phone?
- Come on! - You wanna buy it?
- Fuck off! - Whoo!
[runt 1] Yeah, walk away. Walk out of here.
[runts laughing]
[runt 2] What the fuck was that?
[panting]
- [labored breathing] - [music fades out]
[The Photographer in distance] Yeah.
- [car door closes] - Yeah, I'll be home by Christmas.
I promise. All right.
Bye.
[grunting softly]
I know you.
We spoke.
Do you remember me?
Yeah.
Do you-- do you remember the car I was driving?
Uh, I'm not so great on cars.
Let me just...
There you are.
[chuckling]
I have a car.
[chuckling]
I have a job.
[chuckling and sobbing]
I have a name!
[chuckling and sobbing]
I have a son! [chuckling]
Here, drink some water.
[The Surfer sobs]
- [The Surfer glugging] - What happened to you?
[gulping]
[gasping for air]
[gulping]
Come on, let's get you out of the sun.
No, I have to call Mike.
Can I use your phone?
I have to call Mike. It's-it's not too late.
I-I-- I know it's not too late. I...
[keypad beeping]
[relieved exhale]
[line ringing]
[receptionist over phone] Hello? Stanley Muldoon Finance.
It's me. Is-is Mike in?
- One moment. - [festive on-hold music playing]
[Mortgage Broker] Hey, mate, how's it going?
Did the bank come back?
- [Mortgage Broker sighs] - No, no, don't-don't sigh.
Just say they're-- they're going to make it happen.
Look, I'm sorry. We've pushed it as far as they're gonna go.
Uh, they have agreed to an extra 50, but that's it.
[sobbing] That's not-- No, that's not gonna cut it!
- Aw, fuck. - [The Surfer continues sobbing]
It's not enough!
- Oh, Christ, mate. - [The Surfer] It's not...
- It's not-- [sobbing] - I'm sorry, it's just-- It's not gonna happen.
[The Surfer continues sobbing]
Listen, you need to forget this place.
[sobbing]
You're just not meant to be here.
- [continues sobbing] - [runts laughing]
[continues laughing]
[continues sobbing]
[sobbing stops]
[Pitbull] Don't live here, don't surf here.
[dramatic music plays]
[grunts angrily]
- [runt 1] Where the fuck do you think you're going? - [The Surfer grunts]
- [runt 2] Get the fuck off! - [The Surfer grunts]
[The Surfer] Back off!
[panting]
[continues panting]
- The fuck are you-- - [The Surfer grunts]
[The Surfer yells]
[The Surfer straining]
[The Surfer groans in pain]
[The Surfer grunts, yells]
- [grunting] - [The Surfer] Ha!
You eat it! Eat the rat!
- [muffled grunts] - Eat it!
[Pitbull gasping for air]
- [Scally chuckling] - [The Surfer yells]
[grunting]
I'm from here! Ha!
I belong here!
[grunts angrily, growls]
You get off my beach!
[growls, straining]
[straining]
[Scally] You've shown us your power. Now, give him some air!
- [grunting angrily] - Give him some air!
- [The Surfer panting] - [Pitbull gasping for air]
- You can't stop me being here. - [Scally] I know.
- And I don't want to. - [Pitbull gasping]
- [groans, panting] - [Bay Boy 1] Pitt! Pitt!
- [Bay Boy 2] All right, mate? - [Bay Boy 3] Oh, you all right, mate?
[Bay Boy 4] Lift him up, go on.
- [Scally] I see your pain. - [panting]
But before you can have everything,
you have to experience nothing.
[continues panting]
Before you can surf, you must suffer.
- [The Surfer panting] - [Scally grunts]
[Scally exhales loudly]
- [The Surfer grunts] - [Scally shushes]
- [Scally grunts] - [The Surfer gasps]
- [The Surfer grunts] - Get him up!
- [Bay Boy 1] Ready? - [Bay Boys straining]
[The Surfer panting]
[enchanting music playing]
[The Surfer groaning in pain]
[Scally] Blondie, fix him up one of those recovery cocktails.
[Blondie] Oi, mix some hydration salt into that water.
[The Surfer yells in pain]
- It's okay. Blondie's a doctor. - [The Surfer] No!
- [The Surfer yelling] - Come on, mate.
[The Surfer straining] Help. Help!
- [The Surfer straining] - [Scally] Just relax.
That's it.
There you go.
[relaxed exhale]
[relaxed breathing]
[in weak voice] I was so close.
[Scally] You've reached the summit, and you don't even realize it.
This is it.
You've arrived.
I didn't have the money.
I lost the house.
Peter there is the senior manager at First National Bank.
We're gonna take care of it for ya.
G'day, mate. I'm the bank manager. Hmm?
But the agent said there was another bidder.
Good choice, mate. Best house on Cliff Top Drive.
Call me.
- [The Cop] G'day, mate. - Hi.
Your car's gettin' serviced down at Twitchy's uncle's garage.
- [The Cop chuckling] - [The Surfer breathing heavily]
You look like you could do with a flattie, mate.
[wheezing]
[snaps fingers]
Hey, Scally.
This whole time, you knew I was going for the house?
[laugh-crying]
[laugh-crying continues]
That's a good one.
- [laugh-crying] - [Scally] This is a tight-knit community.
And we're the backbone of it.
You had to prove yourself.
But you can rest now...
'cause you're home.
You're home.
[psychedelic rock music plays]
[relaxed exhale]
[breathing heavily]
[grunts softly]
[psychedelic rock music continues]
[Bay Boys chanting] Surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer.
Surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer.
- Surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer. - [sizzling]
Surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer.
- Surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer. - [Bay Boys whooping]
Surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer.
- Surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer, surfer, suffer. - [whooping]
[chanting fading]
[psychedelic rock music continues]
[inaudible]
[tribal calls]
[inaudible]
[psychedelic rock music continues]
[inaudible]
[psychedelic rock music continues]
[psychedelic rock music swells]
[inaudible]
[laughter]
[music fades out]
[Jenny] Scott!
[Scally] You shouldn't be here, Jenny.
[Jenny] Be honest with me. Tell me the truth.
[Scally] About what?
[Jenny] Well, everyone at school is--
- You know, his dad-- - Don't listen to that old man. He's crazy.
- [Jenny moans] - Come on.
Isn't she a bit young?
Eh. He's really playing with fire with that one.
[chuckles] I don't like seeing her.
- [echoing] She just reminds me of Jay. - Jay?
- [The Bum] ...beautiful surfer. - [The Estate Agent] Great surfer.
- Jenny was his bird, or he thought she was. - [Scally] Let's get inside.
- Hey! You all right? - [The Estate Agent] She got in trouble.
[whispering] Scally had to get her fixed.
[echoing] Young fellow found out, blew a fuse.
- [imitates explosion] He just wouldn't let it go. - [Jenny chuckling]
[The Surfer] What happened to him?
- [The Estate Agent] Uh... nothing. - [Pitbull] Shh!
- [shushing] - [The Estate Agent] Old news.
[echoing] Forget it.
I talk too much when I... [whistles softly]
[The Estate Agent chuckles]
[laughs]
[unsettling music plays]
[exhales]
[breathing heavily]
[unsettling music continues]
[waves lapping]
[fly buzzing]
- You'll call me soon, right? - I will. Take care.
[quiet chattering]
You get a lot of kids down here.
It's important to look out for the next generation.
It's so easy for them to go down the wrong path.
And that homeless man from the car park...
His son came around here for a bit, didn't he?
[Scally exhales]
Where's his kid now?
Surfing in Bali, a yoga retreat in Cambodia. Fucked if I know.
No, I think you do know.
Tell me.
The kid was wild, all right.
He got himself all wound up about a girl last summer.
Took off, ended up in some junkie's flophouse in the back of beyond.
He got jumped, hit his head on the curb.
That was the end of him.
It was a tragedy.
So, why is his dad so pissed off at you?
He's got it in his head that I paid them fellows to do it.
Don't even think about asking.
[lighter ignites]
None of this is on me.
It's easy for him to come down here and put the blame on someone else.
Taking responsibility for his failures as a father and as a man
is just too damn hard.
That's all.
Did you kill his dog?
[sighs]
You're harshing my vibe now.
But did you kill his dog?
Not me personally.
[sighs softly]
I can't have him down here every day eyeballing me.
Now, enough of this. Confession time is over.
Come join the congregation for communion.
That's my church out there.
[Scally whistles]
[Scally] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up there.
Uh, where do you think you're goin'?
[laughs]
I gotta be sure I can trust you.
There's one last test.
[Curly] Hurry up, cunt.
[metallic squeaking]
[gasoline can clanging]
- You can't burn his car. - He's been well warned.
Deep down, he wants it to happen.
It'll be cathartic for him.
He needs to move on.
It's all he's got. You can't burn his car.
I'm not burning his car.
- You are. - [Bay Boys laughing]
Visualize your house up there with a view of the ocean.
It's all yours.
A haven for your family.
Eh? This is the moment.
You take it or you lose it.
[The Surfer sighs]
Think of your family.
Think of what you've got to do to be the person they need.
You've got to destroy to create.
I know it's not easy.
But there's no joy without suffering.
- [Bay Boy 1] Come on. - [Bay Boy 2] Yeah, yeah! Suffer!
[Scally] Do it for your family.
- [Bay Boys hollering] - [Bay Boy 2] Yeah. Do it! Suffer!
- Get in there! Suffer! - [Bay Boys whooping]
Suffer!
[Bay Boys continue whooping]
[Bay Boys cheering]
[emotional music playing]
- [fire crackling] - [inaudible]
Welcome.
[Bay Boys] Yeah!
[Bay Boys cheering]
[cheering and whooping]
[cheering continues]
- [explodes] - [loud cheering]
[Bay Boy laughing]
You need to get out of here.
You need to go home. Just go home.
- What the fuck are you doin' here? - Leave.
You haven't picked up your phone in days. It's Christmas.
- What, you're with them now? - He is. And so are you.
Your old man's been blowin' off some steam with the locals. We're celebrating.
He's about to close the deal and get you that house up on Cliff Top Drive.
Right?
I'm sorry if we scared you before, kid.
But things have changed.
Your old man here, he stepped up.
[Scally] Come on.
Down to our beach.
I'll fix you up with a board.
We'll paddle out together.
'Cause out there is the best vantage point
to see your house in all its glory, right?
Right?
Because it's his house too.
It's his chance to join our community.
And this is your moment to give that to him.
[softly] Come on, let's go surfing.
[whistles]
[Bay Boy clicks tongue, imitates gunshot]
Yeah. [clears throat] Yeah, be sociable.
We'll ride some waves and go home together.
I'm just gonna put his bike in my car.
[whispering] I'll be right there.
[Scally] Come on. Come on.
[Scally chuckles softly]
You're gonna love it out there.
Where are the keys?
Where are the fucking keys?
[screaming]
[The Bum wails]
[tense music playing]
[sucks teeth]
[indistinct chatter]
[panting]
- [panting] - [Pitbull] Ahh!
This bum does not fuck off!
[Scally] You are gonna turn around right the fuck now
and get off my beach.
I've got a little present for you.
- [Bay Boys gasp] - Oh, oh.
[The Surfer] Let's go.
[The Bum] Uh-uh. Stay right there, young fella.
- No, no, no, no. - [Scally] Don't worry.
This blowhard ain't gonna do shit.
That thing's probably not even loaded.
[gunshot]
- [exhales sharply] - [The Cop] All right, listen.
All right, Mr. Fitzgerald, just...
Just-just take a breath.
"Mr. Fitzgerald," eh?
I almost didn't recognize you there
without your little piggy costume, eh?
Where were you when I needed you, eh?
[shouting] Where were you then?
What do you want?
- I want... - [The Cop panting nervously]
I want you all to get down on your knees and face the ocean.
- Okay. Okay. - [whispering] Get down. Get down!
[The Bum] Go on, do it, or I swear to God, I'll let it rip!
Now!
Let's get into it.
- Did you kill my dog? - [inhales sharply]
'Cause maybe, you know...
You kill my mutt,
I'll kill one of yours.
[Pitbull crying] Jesus, please don't. Fuck!
You only have three bullets. Let my son go.
[The Bum] Huh?
So I'm forced to show some mercy, eh?
[sobbing] Fuck, man please...
How would you like to be spared?
- Please, Fitzy. - [The Bum] Hmm? Yeah?
[sobbing]
- Bark if you wanna be spared. - [Pitbull] What?
Bark if you wanna be spared! Now, bark!
- [barking] - [The Bum] Good! Good boy! Good boy! Good boy!
- Go on, fuck off outta here! - [Pitbull grunts]
All right, the general defects!
Now, for the rest of the troops, eh?
Congratulations, you're pardoned.
Not you three cunts.
- Let my son go too! - [The Bum] You too, piggy.
No!
I'll never get to hold my boy again.
Why should you, you fuckin' liar?
I'll give you my car. Just... let my son go.
You can't buy me. I don't want your fucking trinkets!
This country...
Everyone's in shackles, and they're calling it jewelry. Can't you see it?
I see it.
- I see it. - [The Bum] And yet here you are,
selling your soul for one of those sea view prisons up there on the cliff
- like a good little Bay Boy! - I'm not...
I'm not buying that house.
- I'm not one of 'em. - [Scally] Yes, he is. And he deserves it.
He's worked hard. He's not gonna let go of it now, mate.
Shut up, Scally.
[breathing rapidly]
[The Surfer] I know you have your reasons.
I know you're in pain.
You lost your son.
Don't you talk about my boy.
I have something that belongs to Jay, and I--
I-- I'd like to give it back.
- I'm standing up. - No, you're fucking not!
I'm moving very slowly.
- No, no, no, no! No, look! - [panting nervously]
Look.
[breathing shakily]
Jay must have been some surfer, huh?
[breathing shakily]
[sobbing softly]
He must've really cut it up out there.
[sobbing] Fuckin' right, he did.
All I want...
is to take my son surfing.
That's all.
[sobs softly]
[The Surfer in low voice] Let's go.
[nostalgic music plays]
Let the rip take you. Don't look back.
[inhales deeply]
[gun rattles]
[gasps softly]
- [gunshot] - [The Surfer panting]
[nostalgic music continues]
[gunshot]
[The young Surfer gasps]
[breathing shakily]
[nostalgic music continues]
[music ends]
[enchanting music plays]
[music ends]
[gentle music plays]
[The Surfer, echoing] You can't stop a wave.
It's pure energy.
[gentle music continues]
Born in a storm...
way out to sea...
...brewing and churning...
for days, weeks, months, sometimes even years.
[gentle music continues]
It's all building to this breaking point.
[music fades out]
A short, sharp shock of violence on the shore.
And you either surf it...
or...
you get wiped out.
[waves lapping]