02x13 - Episode 13

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♪ There's too much choice ♪

♪ And not enough time ♪

♪ To find what's mine ♪

♪ Aiming for your head ♪

♪ Get down ♪

♪ You're the only one in town ♪

(rock music)

- Mornings like this,

you almost get the feeling that the beach is your own.

Perfect break, no one around.

It's like nothing else exists.

Just you and the waves.

Then the weekend comes and everyone descends.

The toilets back up, the shops run out of pies,

people shake sand in your face

and you realize the beach isn't yours at all.

You're sharing it with twelve thousand others.

- Go!

Come on, guys.

Great work, guys, hit the sand fifty crunches.

Come on, let's go.

Let's get that heart rate up.

(chattering and laughing)

- Oi!

What are you doing?

- Guys, do you mind we're training here.

- Get lost!

- Did you hear what she said?

- What?

- We're training here.

- So?

- So, get lost.

- Eric, chill will you?

- You see those four flags poking out of the sand,

they're there for a reason.

- It's a free beach man, we can play where we want.

- Loser.

- Free beach, free to do what?

Kick your ball into someones head?

- Aren't they at our school?

- Fly reckons the one with the big mouth

was in her science class.

- Two chocolate, two vanilla and two chips.

- And the chicken salt?

- You know something?

Sorry about that.

- No worries, you new here?

- Yeah, been here about a week.

I'll go get it.

- Sixty, eighty, fifteen dollars.

Plus fifteen, twenty, seventy

fifteen dollars and seventy cents.

- Thanks.

- Thank you for the chicken salt.

- You're at Solar Blue, aren't you?

- Yeah.

- I just bought this new board,

and it's sorta not working for me.

I don't know whether it's me

or the board or what.

Would you mind taking a look?

- Wow, this is yours?

- Yeah, I bought it second hand from my uncle.

And I got this job so I could pay it off.

- Okay.

This is a retro board from the seventies.

Do you think he knows what he's handing over?

I mean, it's worth a fair bit.

- I don't think he cares really,

he just wanted to help me out.

- Well, how long did you say you've been surfing for?

- About a year.

Before I got this I just borrowed boards,

whatever I could get my hands on really.

- Okay, well look this is too heavy for you to learn on.

- I knew it wasn't right, what do I do now?

- Well, you need something lighter.

Look, why don't you come out with me

and you can check out some of our boards.

- Really?

That would be so cool.

When's a good time?

- Eric.

- Afternoons.

Tomorrow after school's good.

- Thanks, I really appreciate it.

- It's no problem.

(rock music)

- So he takes off and he's in the middle

of this massive tube and this guy drops in on him.

- Well, well, well.

- How's it going?

Outta your flags, are ya?

- Flags, is that what they were?

I thought they were goal posts.

- Just move on, will ya?

- Hey, what happens to wax heads

when they get hot below the collar?

Do they melt?

(engine roars)

- This guys is a jerk, what's his problem?

- He's just baiting you.

- Why?

- Because he can.

- Some of the locals around here

have more attitude than sense.

They don't surf, they just hang around and stir up trouble.

- What and we're supposed to just sit around and cop it?

- Steer clear of them.

The more you react, the worse it'll get.

- I'm going for a run before training, wanna come?

- Yeah.

- Hi, I was looking for Eric.

- He's gone for a run.

- Oh, okay.

He was gonna talk to me about my board.

- He should be back soon if you wanna wait.

- Nice board.

- Thanks.

- Mine's kind of a dinosaur.

- It's a nineteen seventy single fin, right?

- Yeah.

- Cool.

Bit of a plank though.

- That's what Eric said, he said

I'd be better with something lighter.

- A thruster, three fin.

They're heaps more maneuverable.

- That's what I need, I just don't get

any power off bottom turn.

- We've got a few inside if you wanna have a look.

This is a five ten and a six two.

- This is awesome.

Look at the choice.

- You know, there's only one way

to figure out what type of board's right for you.

(water rushing)

(soulful music)

(waves crashing)

You did really well out there.

Wasn't she great?

- That's a really nice bottom turn.

- Thanks.

- How long did you say you've been surfing for?

- About a year.

- Get the right board, you'd really improve.

- Great.

I've just spent all this money on a board

and it's no good.

- Well, no, no, no, no, no.

I think Simmo would love a seventies retro,

I mean we could talk to him about a swap.

- Sounds perfect!

- Guys, training's about to start.

- We'll talk to Simmo and get back to you.

- Great, thanks so much.

- No problem! - See you!

(rock music)

- Uh oh!

- Here comes trouble.

- This looks like a good spot, hey?

- Boys, throw your sides out there.

- Not here, Freddie.

- Any Freddies here, boys?

- As in, you blind Freddie?

- Well, you're not setting

your stuff up in the middle of our track.

- Why not?

- Because we were here first.

- Um, we've been living here for our whole life,

we've been here first.

- Just because you grew up here,

doesn't make this your beach.

- Of course it does!

- Locals were all boys, don't you forget it.

- Yeah and you tourists have been here for like five minutes

- Tourists?

Hello, we live here in that house.

- Come on, guys.

- Give us a break.

Can't you just move along the beach a bit?

- Uh, no.

- You're just looking for a fight, mate.

- Ah, bad catch.

- Eric! - Hey!

What's going on?

- Ask him!

- He's not my problem, you are.

But that's it, I want everyone

up to the house for a meeting now.

Move it!

We do not need this kind of agro.

Especially not from locals.

- They started it, Simmo.

- They're just looking for a fight.

- And you're not gonna give it to them.

Now, we have to share a beach with these guys.

- Even if they are idiots.

- I don't care, that doesn't give them the right

to deliberately disrupt our training sessions.

- No, it doesn't.

But you signed a contract stating

that you would stay out of trouble.

Now, we do not want the name Solar Blue

dragged into the dirt because you get

phased by some buff heads.

- So, they can just do what they want

and we have to cop it?

- Sounds like it.

- That sucks, man!

- Well, maybe that's the way its gotta be.

- You're not serious?

You saw what they did.

- I've seen stuff like this get ugly, okay?

This one time back home, you practically needed

a police escort to get out the surf.

- So, is that why you been doing too well against us?

Haven't got the cops to protect ya?

- I don't need the cops to take care of you two,

I've had you sorted out months ago.

- So, we put up this volleyball set, right?

And then they tell us that we have to move

like further up the beach.

- Yeah and we're like: "What, you own the joint, do ya?"

- Then they say something about

how we can't play in front of the break.

- Yeah, just like that.

- Hey!

What are you doing hanging around with them?

- Who I hang out with has got nothing to do with you.

- That guy's such a jerk.

- Yeah, he's also my brother.

- Troy's your brother?

Is he adopted?

- Eric. - What?

- It's okay, I know what he's like, he's a jerk,

but he's not always a jerk.

- Really?

It's just you know, every time I've been around him

or near him he's been a jerk.

- When he's on his own, he's okay.

But when he's with his mates.

- I know what you mean.

- What do you mean you know what she means?

- Sometimes with guys, the more there are of them,

the dumber they act.

- Exactly!

Plus Troy just doesn't like surfers.

- Even if his sister's one?

- Even worse if his sister's one.

- Oi, go back to where you came from!

- Stay off our beaches!

(scream)

- Are you all right?

- Yeah.

- [Jilly] Well, what is it?

- Tomato.

Rotten tomato by the smell of it.

- Well, you're gonna have to soak it, Rachel.

- Why me?

What did I do?

- It was probably meant for me, Jilly.

- What's going on?

- Rachel copped a tomato from a passing car.

- Bit of lettuce, some celery,

you'd make a great french salad.

Just tryna cheer you up.

- You all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

The guy who chucked this won't be if I catch him.

- Gets worse, I'm afraid.

I've just had a call, someone's making an official complaint

- What? Who?

One of the boys' parents,

Troy Anderson.

- Don't tell me, he's got a broken jaw

from talking too much?

- They claim he was attacked on the beach.

- Attacked? - What?

- And that the attack was unprovoked.

- He wasn't attacked, nobody even touched him!

This is a joke.

- I believe you, all right?

Problem is they're going to council

to try and have our permit revoked.

- They can't do that!

- What does that mean?

- It means we wouldn't be able to use

the beach anymore for training.

- That's not fair.

- I know.

I'm gonna talk to them, try and cool things down.

In the meantime, stay away from these guys.

- What if they approach us?

- Ignore them.

If in doubt, walk away.

This has gotta stop.

(knock on door)

Yes, Fly?

- Can I have a word?

- I'm just about to make a call.

Okay, let's hear it.

- It's not fair!

- What's not fair?

- The way you're treating them,

like it's their fault.

- Hang on.

- All you're worried about is the council

revoking our permit because Troy's parents

ring up and complain.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Back that truck up slowly.

- You believe them, don't you?

They didn't start this.

- I know that and I'm as angry about it

as you are, but it's not as simple as

who's right and who's wrong.

- No, but isn't it should be?

- Fly, one of life's big lessons

is learning to turn the other cheek.

If we don't handle this properly,

they're the ones that will suffer.

- You really think the council

could stop us using the beach?

- I won't let that happen.

I've lived here a long time,

I know a lot of the people.

- I feel so useless.

I mean, I wish there was something I could do.

- There is.

Keep them focussed.

Stop them from concentrating on this too much.

- I'll try.

- You'll do better than that.

- Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten!

- Ten?

You should be getting up to fifteen on those.

- Yeah, I'm working on it.

- Good news, guys.

I spoke to Sim earlier and he said

it was okay for you to swap that board.

If your friend's still interested?

- Yeah, she'll be stoked!

Hey, let's go down to the cafe and tell her.

(indie music)

- Look who's here.

- Great.

- Eric, maybe this news can wait.

- I'm not about to turn and run away, hey.

- But Simmo said that --

- Simmo said not to react and we won't.

- Hey, Eric!

How's the vegetable rugby going?

I heard one of your friends

got caught up in those oncoming tomatoes.

(laughs)

- You're kidding me, a brand new board?

- Nope, never been ridden.

- Come over when you're ready to do the swap.

- How about as soon as I knock off work?

- Sure!

- You guys are unreal.

- Don't think your brother would agree but thanks.

- Let's go.

- Guys, just stay where you are.

You've got a right to be here.

- No, no, it's okay, we'll leave.

- Chatting up my sister?

- No, Troy.

- Troy, stop it.

- Just leave her alone, got it?

- Eric, let's go.

- Yeah.

We'll talk to you later then.

Move outta the way so we can leave?

- Just try making me.

- You lot, out!

- Mate, what did we do?

I'm just here talking to my sister.

- I don't want any of this nonsense in my cafe.

Go.

Or I'll call the police.

You're banned, too.

- Hang on, they haven't done anything.

- I've heard about this trouble on the beach,

I don't want in here.

- But they came in and started it.

- I'm not interested, I don't want any of it here.

- But, that's not fair.

- It's okay, Nat. - No, it's not.

- It's my business, I don't need to be fair.

- It's fine, we'll just go.

- Guys, wait.

Mister Waylin, they're good customers.

- And they're not coming back.

- They always--

- And if you don't like it, you can go too.

- Actually,

I don't like it.

- [Amy] You can't quit because of us.

- [Eric] You need that job.

- There are plenty of other jobs around.

- You reckon?

- Yeah, but it's not everyday you get a brand new board.

- You wanna come get it?

- Now?

- Well, I suppose it's as good a time as any.

- Let's get out there.

(soulful music)

(splashing)

(waves crashing)

- [Eric] Maybe the Aborigines have got the right idea.

Instead of thinking the land belongs to them,

they reckon they belong to the land.

If we could try to look at it like they do,

we'd probably be better off.

The problem is I don't think

I've got an Aboriginal bone in my body.

- Okay guys, let's move.

The swell is pumping up the coast.

I packed the car last night so we're ready to go.

Mike, can you tie the boards on the roof?

- Sure.

- Where are we going?

- Diamond beach.

- Oh, cool.

- Yeah, I figured we could all use a day away.

- Simmo.

Where's the van?

- What do you mean?

It's in the driveway.

- Not anymore.

- What?

(solemn music)

- Okay, this has officially gone too far.

- Show's over, let's go home.

- What happens now?

What do we do?

- We let the police do their jobs,

that's what we do.

- Okay, we've gotta try and get this out of our heads.

We've still got training, remember?

I'll meet you all at the beach in half an hour.

- Hey, she said half an hour.

- I know.

- Then where are you going?

- To talk to him. - Eric.

Remember what I said about the trouble back home?

I'm serious, you don't wanna go there.

- I'm not looking for a fight, Corey.

I just wanna go sort this out.

- Oh yeah, how?

- Talk to them, see what their problem is.

- Eric, let the police deal with it.

- There's only one way to sort this out

and that's if one of us breaks the ice.

And that has to be us.

(rock music)

- Back for some more, fellas?

- What do you want?

- This is stupid, we gotta talk.

- We don't talk to wax heads.

- Oh well, you're gonna have to talk to this one.

- Says who?

- Says me.

- Oh I'm scared, you scared Thacky?

- I'm wetting myself, Troy.

- Just listen bro, we know you trashed the van.

- What van?

- What, locals rule?

You don't think the police will work that out?

- He's trying to threaten us, Troy.

- Right, well let's start with this.

What do you want?

- That's simple, we want you off our beach.

- All right, I got it, okay.

But you know what?

That's not gonna happen, so we're gonna have to

come up with a compromise.

- Right-o.

How about you stay out the water and the sand.

- Don't have much of a sense of humor

do they, these grommets?

- Give it back, please?

- Can I have it back, please?

- What's going on?

Give that back to him.

- It's a crap hat anyway.

- Yeah, we're doing him a favor.

Junk it, Thack.

- Nat, watch out!

(tires screech)

(thud)

- Someone call an ambulance!

Call an ambulance!

- Should I go with her?

- Hang on, if anyone's gonna go with her, it's me.

She's my sister.

- So, what happened?

- [Simmo] Here you go.

- It all happened so quickly.

One minute they're throwing my hat around

and then this car came out of nowhere.

I didn't go down for a fight or anything, Simmo.

I just went down to talk to--

- I know, I know.

Police might have a lead on the guys that took the combi.

Apparently somebody saw 'em dump it.

- So?

Does it change what happened to Nat?

- No.

It might shake some sense into Troy.

If he's not shaken up enough already.

You're not the only one that's feeling bad

about what happened to Nat right now.

(waves crashing)

- Hey, is Nat okay?

- You're really busting to get your head smacked,

aren't you, mate?

- I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to Troy.

Well?

- She got a broken leg, man.

Six weeks in plaster.

- She won't be too happy with that, hey?

- Look, you got what you wanted

now can you get lost?

- Why don't you do us all a favor and pull your head in?

- Thacky man, go and buy an ice cream or something.

- You don't have to put up with this dork, mate.

- Go on.

- There are no winners here, Troy.

You know that?

There's also no rule saying that we have to like each other.

- We don't.

- No, but I don't want anyone else getting hurt,

so we're gonna have to sort something out.

Right here, right now.

- How do you propose we do that?

- Any way you want, man.

Fight to the death, board wax at twenty paces,

bury ourself neck deep in sand

and see which one lasts the longest.

- You think this is some kind of joke, man?

- No, I don't.

This fight is a joke.

I mean, look at the size of the beach.

There has to be room for all of us.

Now, we can work something out.

You stick at the north end,

we stay down the south end, whatever.

The point is, are you willing to make a deal?

(indie music)

- Hey, look who it is!

- Oi! - Hey!

- Good to see you again, when did you get out?

- Couple of days ago.

How's your leg?

- It's not too bad, doctor says I'll be back

in the surf within six weeks.

Wow, a future world champion

should probably sign this faster.

- I hope so. - You think so?

- I know so, just don't know which one of you it is yet.

- Ah, you.

The best thing about beaches is that you can't own them,

they're there for everyone.

And let's face it, we live in paradise here.

Sun, sand, blue water.

It's only right that we all share it.

But right now,

this next wave is mine and I'm not giving it up for anyone.

(waves crashing)

♪ There's too much choice ♪

♪ And not enough time ♪

♪ To find what's mine ♪

♪ Aiming for your head ♪

♪ Get down ♪

♪ You're the only one in town ♪