6 Plots Page #2

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- [Kyle's dad] Macka!

- My poor baby was robbed.

- [Macka] Hold your horses.

- Well, what the hell are you doing?

- What?

- Well, look at the clock!

- Yeah, and?

- It's still going isn't it?

- [Macka] Yeah.

- [Kyle's Dad] Well, it shouldn't be.

Once they fix the timer and

re-calibrate, we'll re-run it tomorrow.

Now on your bike, fix it.

Stay in the pool.

Haven't you got class Miss Freeman?

Some people would say

I have a lot of class.

[message tone beeping]

Hey, didn't Mike used to

coach Macka or something?

Um, yep they had a falling out.

- Drugs.

- Ohh.

Punches were thrown, blood

was let, usual macho bullshit.

Before or after his,

the drink-driving thing?

- Just before.

- Wow, sounds complicated, girl.

- [laughing]

- Let's go.

[pop song plays]

I've been batting back a secret

For whenever you're around

I feel my heart begin to race

And both my feet lift off the ground

It's like I'm

floating in slow motion

High above our sleepy town

And I've been trying not to notice

It's a long way down

Hey, Dane.

- What's up?

- What's up?

You very well know

what's up, Miss Wisemann.

No helmet, reckless driving,

that little stunt you pulled

back there through the park.

Come on, don't be a stiff.

A girl's gotta have some fun.

Besides, hey, I can handle myself.

I'm sure you can, look,

just put a helmet on, you know,

and set a good example and all.

Oh, like you?

Go on, get outta here.

[engine revs]

Aw, come on.

[phone buttons beeping]

Hello? Hello.

[screaming]

[laughing]

- Good one, Kyle.

- What?

[boy]

Aww, Brisie-poo.

Shut up.

You should have seen your face.

Wow, couldn't have found

anywhere a little more--

- Vulgar?

- Discrete?

Who owns this place?

Apparently they're O.S.

Jules got a tip-off.

That's not the only

tip Jules is getting off.

[Amy] Oh, God.

Brie, just chuck your

stuff in the kitchen.

[doorbell ringing]

I reckon it will just

be the guys, hang on.

I'll get it.

Hey.

- [shouts]

- [screams]

Jesus, you guys scared

the sh*t out of me.

Anyone would think you're

breaking the law or something.

Don't tell your dad.

- Hi.

- Hiya.

- Hey, how are you going?

- Good, let's get sh*t faced.

Let's.

[giggling]

Wow.

Tada.

Are they started already?

Ah, get a room you two, honestly.

Now that's a good idea.

Hey, you.

[Brie] Found their password yet?

[chuckles] Idiots.

- Hey, bro.

- Tess, let me get you a drink.

It's been awhile man,

how's things at the mill?

You know, same old.

Old man's still busting my balls.

Yeah it's a bummer you had to drop out.

- Hey, beverage?

- Brought my own mixer.

Oh, how obliging.

I saw your slice and dice

stunt on Screen-It.

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