Head On Page #2

[upbeat music]

[violin plays]

["I Wanna Leave You Far Behind" by Lunatic

Calm plays]

-Sh*t.

-F***.

-Can you lend me some money?

You got any left?

Come on, I'm hot.

-That's all I've got till payday.

Toula's being taken out tonight.

My boss's brother-in-law.

[Ari] Is he Croat as well?

-Yeah, a draper.

Hairy all over, big muscles.

-Maybe he's big all over.

[laughs]

[background chatter]

[both] Ooh!

[chuckles]

I'm going to get a coffee, all right?

[speaks in foreign language]

-Hey, Costa.

[background chatter]

[speaks in Greek]

-He's still trying

to convince the comrades

that Mark predicted the sh*t fights

in the Balkans.

[laughs]

[men chatting and laughing]

- [Costa] What about you, Ari?

Still surplus labour?

[laughs]

[Costa] What's the matter?

[all speaking in foreign language]

-Hey, Joe.

-How much?

-Personal delivery.

-Ari.

How much?

-Great expense to the management,

60 bucks.

-You're ripping me off, man.

-No way, man.

Hey, you know where we should go tonight?

-I'm not going back

to that poofter place.

-What's the matter, mate?

You scared some guy's gonna hit on you?

-F*** off, f*** off. F***.

What about Steki?

We haven't been there in ages.

-Come on, we're going to Chaser's.

-It's full of dumb f*** wogs.

-So is Steki.

-Hey, come on, mate,

that bouzouki player there's great.

-I don't know, Ari.

Dina really wants to go to Chaser's.

-F*** Joe, since when

did Dina start making decisions?

[upbeat music]

[woman] Ari.

-Sophia.

-Flying high, Ari?

-Where's Betty?

[both laugh]

-Mmm. Yum.

-Employee of the month.

-That's great, Tia.

-Slow down, you'll burn your mouth.

-Here, read mine first.

-Like your priorities, sis.

[Alex] You're giving me the shits.

-I can see a snake

being trodden on by someone.

-Hey, that's a good sign.

-What's the job, Mum?

Garbage collector? [laughs]

-There's no one, Tia.

[Joe] Nah, Ari, I know the one.

We met her last week, what's her name?

The one with the hair.

-Stella, that's it.

-Stella?

-There's no Stella, Tia, he's kidding.

-No, no, no, Ari man,

I reckon she could...

-That's enough, get out, both of you.

Something's troubling you.

-I'm moving out.

I'm serious, Tia.

-You're too young.

Get a job.

Wait until you have money of your own.

[sighs]

The cups don't lie.

I saw the face.

-I'm not.

-Find a girl.

Get married.

[upbeat music]

-What do you think?

-You look gorgeous.

I believe it to the day I die

She could always make me cry

Singing her sweet lullabies

And all that I could see

Lights on the brimming sea

Sad, so sad

I'll make my life there

So long

Gonna come out

See you later

There's lots going on inside.

-How many guys you reckon you f***ed?

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