Drift

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Let's go, muscles.

- Hey! Where do you think you're going?! Huh?

- Ah!

- Go! Go!

- Open this door, woman! So help me God!

Open the bloody door!

Go, mom!

Drive!

There'll be no green bottles

standing on the wall

10 blue bottles

standing on the wall...

Ah, look at that.

Oi, Jimmy!

Come back here.

Goofy, get back here!

Can you go get

your brother, please?

Nuh-uh.

No way, kiddo.

I've got a job interview in Albany

and it's still a day's drive away.

Albany's gonna suck.

And it's not going

to have waves like that.

You could find a job here easy.

Andrew, I'm not going

to ask you again.

Come on, it's a sign.

We'll fit right in.

I promise.

Aww!

- Big boy, let's go! Hit him!

- Say it again, I dare you!

I'm all ears, mate. Got

anything else you want to add?

Come on, Lincoln!

Nah, I didn't think so.

Go on then,

piss off back to Sydney

d*ckhead.

Awww!

Boys, break it up!

You lads break it up!

Get off of him!

God!

Nothin' but trouble, you lot.

I'll be back in an hour.

Don't even think

about going anywhere.

We'll talk about this then.

Feel like a quick wave?

Deep down in Louisiana

close to new Orleans

way back up in the woods

among the evergreens

there stood a log cabin

made of earth and wood

where lived

a country boy...

Hey there.

I'm Gus.

Jimmy Kelly.

How's it goin', fellas?

It's a bit nippy, eh?

Be warmer back on land, mate.

Go, Johnny, go go...

Guess I'll see you

when I see you.

Oi, wait your turn!

Johnny b. Goode...

He used to carry his guitar

in a gunny sack

go sit beneath

the tree...

Whoo!

Oh, the engineers would

see him sitting in the shade

strumming with the rhythm

that the drivers made

people passing by,

they would stop and say

"oh my, that little

country boy could play..."

Wow.

Hello, Mr. fix-it.

Oh, just basic patching,

glassing.

Caravans and canoes and stuff.

The nearest ding-fixer's

in perth,

so I do most of

the locals' boards as well.

Cool.

Really?

Yeah.

It's unreal.

Sweet. All right,

let's take a look at ya.

The nose section's

pretty stuffed.

I can try and bog her up, but I'm not

too sure how good she'll turn out.

Why don't we just chop it off?

He did.

Yeah, genius.

That's dick brewer.

Bloke's a legend.

Probably has dozens of boards.

- So?

- So we've only got the one.

What if we stuff it up? I'm already

in a enough sh*t with mom.

Couldn't make it any worse.

Sorta makes sense.

Less surface area, less drag.

Your board, but.

Whoa!

Pointing it the right way?

Ya little mullet.

No, Jim, no no no no,

not that one. Jim!

Jimmy!

Whoo!

Whoo!

And for the first time

in the history of the comp',...

...we've scored ourselves

a sponsor!

Which means finally

someone else gets the privilege...

...of putting on the keg.

And that someone is

Mr. ocean king himself,

Gordon king!

- Over to you, gordo.

- All right.

Thanks, Ron.

Look, ocean king

are stoked to be here,...

...supporting surfing at a grassroots

level in Western Australia.

By now you've all

seen candy wandering around.

Where are you, darlin'?

Now come on, come over here.

Right? Ha ha ha!

Look at that, eh?

If you're nice to her,

she might even give you...

...a free stick

of ocean king surfboard wax.

I'll give her a stick!

Yeah, right on, mate.

Back in your box.

I can tell we all want to have a

beer, so let's get on with it.

Okay, the winner

of the 1972 ocean king...

...seacliffe amateur surf comp'...

...on what I am told

is his trademark red rocket,...

...it's Jimmy Kelly!

Come up here, son!

You got it!

Ah, sh*t!

- Oh!

- Whoo!

- Yeah!

- Speech! Speech!

Well...

- Let's get pissed!

- Yeah!

Ah, slow down a bit, mate.

Anyone'd think

you got somewhere else to go.

Yeah, wind's going

off-shore, Percy.

Be clean as a whistle

out there right now.

I knock this one off, I'll get

half an hour in the water...

...before the sharks

come out and eat me.

Rather you than me, mate.

Come on, Percy!

Chop chop!

You old bag of bones!

You're not done yet, mate.

Hang in there, Andy.

You won't have to carry

the old bugger for much longer.

He's been carrying me

long enough, Stan.

He probably deserves a bit of a

breather by now, don't you reckon?

Aw, you're a soft touch. Plenty of time

for that when he's not on the clock.

- Right, Percy?

- Oh, right as rain, Stan.

About bloody time.

You were supposed to be here

this morning!

You blokes don't mind working

back to unload it, do you?

Hey, Jimmy!

Ah.

Hey, ladies.

- How you doin'?

- Nice car.

Ah, thanks.

Nice bike.

- Hey, you.

Goofy, you smelly

old bastard, mate.

Jesus, I thought my day sucked.

I'm just finishing up.

So?

How'd he go?

I thought we were going

to fix mom's car?

Oh, sh*t, I totally forgot.

- I'm meeting the boys for a drink.

- Which boys?

I don't know, just the usual.

How was your day?

Long.

You're really not going

to ask how it went.

How what went?

D*ckhead!

- Mom told you, didn't she?

- She couldn't help herself, mate.

- Ahh! Jimmy Kelly!

- Whooo!

How good is that, mate?

Now you make it to the nationals, I'm

going to ask Stan for the day off.

- How's that?

- Yeah, right.

I'll believe that

when I see it.

I'll fix the car on the weekend.

I promise.

F***in' hell.

Whoa, thought it

was a nightmare

lo, it's all so true

they told me,

"don't go walkin' slow

the devil's on the loose"

better run

through the jungle

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