High school almost killed me.
Came bloody close.
After almost being burnt alive, I realized…
Don't ask me…
…I'm a hard bitch to take out.
What you know is true…
And so is Hartley…
Don't have to tell you…
…even if she is a few classrooms short these days.
I love your precious heart…
Hello!
A lot changed in the last year.
Romance crossed enemy lines.
Some friendships were left for dead.
There was heartbreak,
and there was drama.
But we found a new normal in the end.
Some of us have flourished.
Well done.
Some of us are still annoying as hell.
As for me, I've found my calling.
I'm gonna smash my exams, get into Psych at university,
and continue being an absolute legend.
I'm done making dumb choices,
being a magnet for chaos,
dating the wrong guys.
Now I've just gotta survive the final weeks of school
so I can step into this beautiful thing called adulthood.
Uh, that's not going to fit into the graduation video.
Am, the question was
"Describe your high school experience in three words or less."
Soz, you know I ramble.
I think you covered it with "almost killed me."
-Kill me. -The last days of school are crazy.
Help! Help!
I do love the torture of Year Sevens.
-Please help. -That was just mean.
Oh, my sweet little empath, it's Muck-Up Day.
Yeah, we waited 13 years for this day,
for the right to terrorize the rest of the school.
-Don't worry, it's character-building. -Exactly. That was me in Year Eight.
-And I turned out fine. -Debatable.
Confetti. High phosphorus detergent.
-Can you hear the dolphins crying? -Chill, Greenpeace.
It was made very clear
that environmentally-damaging products would not be welcome.
Quinni, can you overrule this? You're school captain.
But I'm the head of the graduation committee,
so Muck-Up Day falls under my remit.
-Help! -Uh…
Sorry, Am, she's right.
Where do you expect me to put this?
Shove it up your arse. I don't care. Don't know. Just get rid of it.
Hey, I hope that's not a glitter bomb! Give me that!
-What the hell? -What are you doing?
-What did I say? -Warning the others.
Becoming vice captain
is probably the worst thing that could've happened to Sasha.
Yeah, total power trip.
You know, we could stash this at Rowan's place.
Hive mind, bitch.
You're the worst.
That's why I love you though.
H-O-T-T-O-G-O
You can take me hot to go…
-Thanks, mate. -Oi, piss off.
Hmm…
Ugh. Voss really left his mark on this place.
Yeah, kind of unfair how we call it Rowan's place.
Heard he's, um, he's out of hospital and back in Dubbo, so that's good.
Huh. Good for him.
Oh my God, oh my God. Trial exam results are in.
92 in biology, 95 in English, 85 in maths.
The plan's on track! The plan's on track!
What plan?
Oh, me and Harps go to Sydney Metropolitan Uni.
Arts, Psychology.
We graduate with honors, go backpacking, join a K-pop entourage…
-…then come back and start our careers… -Mmm…
…and co-parent an Alaskan Malamute named Jack Barklow.
Yeah, that one.
Sounds lesbo. My plan's to not get anyone pregnant.
Yet.
Should've been Malakai's plan.
Ooh, way to bring up ghosts of boyfriends past.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
Um, where's your shirt?
Sasha banned me from wearing it.
Apparently it's offensive to people who identify with having boobs.
Oh, she is going down.
Passive agressive I'm sexy, obsessive
That closet, impressive She messy, possessive…
Get Sasha!
No, guys, this isn't fair! I can only shoot one at a time! Ow!
Oi, Povvo High, suck this!
Whoo!
-Whoo! -Yeah!
Whoo!
The fuck?
Hey, you You never should've ran
You want to make something That can take you down again
This time, you say you're just fine
You need a little something That can make you smile again
Come on, yeah, it won't take long
You need a little bit So you can impress everybody…
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
-I got one! -Yeah, get the head!
The mascot is ours!
What just happened?
-Wow. -We need to crack who did it.
-Those boys certainly had some cheek. -Who were they?
Who else calls us Povvo High?
St. Brunos's boys.
Let's not go pointing fingers without proof, okay?
-Thank you, Jojo. -We can prove they did it.
Excuse me, St. Brunos
have been very charitable to us in the wake of the fire.
They've lent us facilities, and they've also donated textbooks.
Miss, they didn't give us anything this time.
-They took from us. -Yeah, the head of the ibis mascot.
Oh my God.
-Wow, he is a really ugly crier. -Yeah.
As school captain--
And vice captain, head of the Queer Environmentalist Social Justice Club,
and the graduation committee.
I consider it my personal responsibility to ensure that morale remains high
during these stressful times before we graduate, Miss.
-Exactly. -Mmm.
They didn't just take a mascot or an ibis head.
-They took our school spirit. -Hear, hear.
And we're not gonna let them get away with it!
-Hell no. -Yeah!
-We're gonna just lay down-- -Yes! What does it say--
Settle down, everyone, please. Thank you.
Bullshit.
All of you
are nearly at the finish line of school,
on the cusp of adulthood.
Your trial exams are over.
All that remains is Showcase, your final exams, and graduation.
You are so close to the end.
Do not risk your very exciting futures…
…on seeking retaliation.
Am I clear?
Yeah, but--
Am I clear?
-Yes, Miss. -Sure.
-Yes, Miss. -Yes, Miss.
Yep.
Oh my God, look what they've done.
Five years from now… Mmm…
Graduate drama school. Emmy, Oscar, Grammy, Tony.
And attending movie premieres with Ca$h as my arm candy.
They said that?
Okay.
Finish the apprenticeship, uh,
and, you know, doing… doing tattoos.
Signing my multimillion dollar deal for my award-winning podcast.
Oh, about what?
Anything I want. I'm a storyteller.
Mum's got it all worked out. I'm gonna be a carpenter like Jesus.
I think they earn pretty good money. It's just, like, nothing but wood
all day.
I am going to be a practicing vet, having graduated from my uni of choice
because I am going to get that scholarship.
Everything going to plan, I'll get drafted in an AFLW team.
Whatever I need to do. I'll move anywhere.
Okay, I guess it kind of depends where Missy gets drafted.
'Cause she's gonna get drafted. She's so good.
Okay, where do I see myself in five years?
I would love to start my own nonprofit.
You know, I wear my values, and I'd like to do something along the lines of that.
Um, just really helping people.
Where will I be in five years?
Yeah, I have no idea.
I see myself in a mansion in Byron Bay opposite Chris Hemsworth
with my sexy boyfriend Noah and my best friend Harper.
All the Byron Bay locals will be my psychology clients.
I'll also dabble in spiritual healing
and would probably have a boob job by that point.
Looks great.
Yeah, except I lost all of that footage 'cause of the water bombs.
Uh, no one will know that's missing.
This video and my graduation speech
are my last acts as school captain.
-It has to be perfect. -It will. It will be. I promise, okay?
Now just come hang out inside the bowlo. Everyone's there.
There's no point obsessing over what happened. Come on.
Come on.
The St. Brunos's boys have been fucking with us all year.
Why couldn't they let us have our Muck-Up Day?
Because if they want something, they always get it.
Do you think Noah knows where the ibis head is?
-Oh, thanks. -I don't know. Why don't we ask him?
Oi, no, you two, out. If my boss sees youse dressed like that…
We're not staying, bro.
Just popped by to see my stunning girlfriend. G'day.
Really love that you showed your peen to my entire school.
-Yeah. That was Seb's idea. -Mmm…
And the ibis head?
Crime of opportunity?
You'll get it back. Just don't let Seb know you want it.
You enjoy the show, Dazzler?
When was the last time you washed your arsehole?
Where's the head?
Harper, if you want head, just ask nicely.
Yuck!
-Woodsy will help us get it back. -Whatever. Enough of this shit.
Gotta get to work.
Do you need a lift to Harry's?
No, I'm not at Harry's tonight. I got a job at the carnival in town.
I wouldn't step foot in that cathedral to white trash.
How's your neck?
You know, from my chokehold?
You know, there's a strong correlation between violence and a low, low IQ.
All right.
Back in your box.
-Bye. -Seb.
-Come on. -Catch you later, plebs.
Hey, nice shorts.
Dick.
That piece of shit needs to go down.
Noah too. It's us versus them.
They have something of ours.
We need something of theirs.
-A head for a head. -Yes.
Nope. You heard what Woodsy said.
Since when do you care about what Woodsy says?
Well, this time she's right.
From now until the HSC, I'm literally spending every spare minute studying.
I don't need any dumb distractions.
And neither do you.
This is our future, Harps.
Darius then organized the Persian Empire into 20 provinces, or satrapies--
Why are you friends with Seb?
I've known him since kindy. Yeah, we're kind of like you and Harper.
Except Harper's not a massive dildo.
Sometimes, you're mates with someone 'cause you have a shared past.
Doesn't mean they're gonna be in your future.
Brutal.
What? People change. Go down different tracks.
That's not me and Harps. We're gonna terrorize nursing homes together.
So then I guess I'll be out of the picture by then.
Yeah, you'll be dead already. I would've sexed you to death.
Worse ways to go out.
Like being assassinated by Artabanus and his eunuch.
-I see what you did there. -Got to keep on track.
Oh, what would I do without you?
All right. What caused the fall of Persepolis?
Persepolis was sacked and burned by Alexander the Great in, uh,
330 BC.
-That was really good. -Yeah.
Now take off your cardigan.
-It's… it's really cold-- -Off.
-No, it's freezing-- -Take off your cardigan. Off.
-Baby. -I'm not gonna ask again.
Okay, I wanted to beat you at quizmaster just once.
Oh my…
What, by cheating?
-It's not fair. You've got a tutor. -Yeah, and I give you all her notes.
Give 'em here.
Persian Empire.
Pompeii.
Where's the Han Dynasty?
What else are you hiding?
The Forbidden City.
It's a grubby tactic.
It's hard to focus now that I've seen your, um,
cheat sheet.
Gotta keep on track.
Oh! Principal McMahon.
Um, we all really appreciate, uh, you taking the time to see us today.
Our students were very insistent.
No problem.
This is our Year 12 captain, Sharma. His vice, Johnson.
I've asked them to join the meeting, considering the nature of it.
Now, let me get this straight.
Naked boys in balaclavas stormed Hartley High yesterday.
And you think the boys are from this school?
We know they are, sir.
At this stage, that is a theory, yes.
On what basis?
Well, I think it's fair to say that there has been rivalry
with our students and our schools.
In the past, perhaps.
This particular cohort has been very collegiate.
They stole the head of our mascot.
The chicken costume?
It's an ibis.
And it's an important symbol of our school.
I'm asking that you question the boys on its whereabouts
and get them to return it promptly.
The logistics of what you're asking are a bit tricky.
There are 112 graduating seniors, most of whom are not regularly on campus--
I can identify one of the streakers. He's standing right next to you.
Sebastian?
That is not true, sir.
I thought you said the boys were wearing balaclavas.
Yes, but you can see the bruising on his neck.
That's where Harper tackled him.
Uh, one of the Year 12 students tried to apprehend one of the culprits.
Sir, I… I wasn't there, and I'll be honest with you…
…I have no idea what they're talking about.
Sebastian, how did you get that bruise on your neck?
Spear tackle. Rugby game got a bit spirited.
-Ouch. Ouch. -Mm-hmm.
Bullshit.
-Okay, Sasha, please. -I was two inches away from your penis,
and I saw that ugly little birthmark next to your ball sack,
and I will happily ID it.
Okay, well, clearly we can't do that.
-Go on, show us your dick. -Enough!
This meeting is over.
Sasha, please sit down.
-Well, that went well. -Mm-hmm.
-Ah, what a dreamboat. -Rack off, creeper.
-Who's he? -Just an old friend. Boyfriend, briefly.
-Oi, Noah. -Yo.
Girlfriend's keeping tabs on her ex.
Malakai?
Harper mentioned him yesterday,
and I was just curious as to what he was up to.
Don't read into it.
Cool.
All good. Just gotta hit the showers, and then I'll see you after.
-Okay. -Talk to you soon.
-Love you. -Love you.
You are on a roll.
-Hmm? -Stirring shit, stealing heads…
Look, you've had your fun. When are you gonna give it back?
I don't have it. Not anymore.
Where is it?
In a place where you'll never be able to get it.
I think there's a minimum annual salary requirement just to get in the door.
Povvo High losers.
Piece of shit.
How do we break it to Quinni?
We don't. We go and get it back.
The whole point of him leaving it there was so we couldn't.
Well, there's gotta be a way. You're the one with the in.
I'm not exploiting my relationship like that, Harper.
So we just lie down and take it?
So you're choosing Noah over me?
Why are you so cut?
Seb's always doing cooked shit like this. How is this time any different?
I…
-I bombed at trials. -What?
How bad were your marks?
Bad enough that I'm probably not getting into uni.
It… It's okay. It's okay, okay?
We've still got coursework and… and the HSC.
Trials only count for 40%. We can save the plan.
You're the only person I'd ever admit this to,
but maybe I'm just not smart enough.
Oh, piss off. You are the smartest person I know, okay?
Seriously. You're just working two jobs, and you've got so much on your plate--
That's never gonna change, Amerie.
I have to support myself.
You know, maybe…
maybe Seb's right about me.
Don't you dare say that. Seb knows nothing. Fuck that guy, okay?
Okay?
Wait here.
But…
A head for a head.
-Okay. -I love you, Map Bitch.
They left our ibis at the yacht club.
We'll leave this bust somewhere
they'll never lower themselves to rescue it from.
-Centrelink. -Kmart.
-A food court. -Guys, no. We need to think bigger.
We need to go large, and we need to do it tonight.
I can't. I'm working at the carnival.
Oh my God.
Oh my God, Harps. Seb said he'd never set foot in the carnival.
Oh! We could hang it from a ride.
From a noose.
-We'll call it Operation Headjob. -Hell yeah.
Yeah, I've done my fair share of B&Es with the adlays.
This one's, uh, not worth the risk.
Who said anything about breaking in? Harper literally works there.
-Hmm. -Gotta be a way to Trojan horse this shit.
-Oh my God, actually… -Still…
…we could totally…
…not worth the risk.
Hey, no running in the halls.
Oh, there you are.
Okay, so I've been thinking
about the revenge plan for the ibis head, and--
Oh, and we'd maybe still have it
if you'd shut your hole in the Brunos meeting.
Anyways, I was doing some digging on St. Bruno.
Turns out he was a Carthusian monk who was never formally canonized.
Like, there's gotta be a reason why.
Wait, you're gonna cancel a dead saint?
Well, yeah, it's perfect.
We hack into the St. Brunos School website
so when people go there, boom, up comes a picture of Bruno
covered in the facts the Church don't want you to know.
Right.
You know what, Sash? That's… That's, like, actually a really good idea.
Really?
Yeah. Yeah, I mean, we don't have a better one, right?
-I love it. -Mm.
-Oh yeah. Sick idea, Sash. -Yeah.
-Great idea. -Yeah. It's a mad idea.
-Okay. -Yeah, it's so good.
Yeah, well, I thought so. So, um, great, team.
I'll get started on the research.
-Amazing! -Get to work, girl boss.
We love you, vice captain!
All right, our plan shits all over that,
so I'll iron out the details, and I'll see you there at 5 p.m tonight.
-Got it? -Hell yeah.
Hell yeah.
He was an average egg
who said,
"Just one more time."
One more climb!
-Okay. -One last…
More pizzazz, more…
…high.
Less is more.
But that final step…
…would be his final breath.
And all the king's horses…
…and all the king's men
couldn't put my son together again!
This is bad. I need to impress the drama school people.
The drama showcase is in two weeks.
As the president of the drama club, you should be doing better.
-You should be taking this more seriously. -I'm just trying to lean into the comedy.
Well, I'm trying to get us top marks.
You know what I give top marks to, Zoe?
-Your other writing. -Mm.
-You both know it's not me. -Oh…
Curse!
Curse on both your houses!
Macbeth?
The other one.
Guys, what other writing?
-Um… -Uh…
Ant just found… found this website open on the library computers.
Had some pretty horny content.
Fairy smut. Erotic fiction, Miss,
called Velvet Thrones, if you wanna check it out.
I'm okay. Thanks, Darren.
Ant went full missionary, yeah. Got everyone to read it.
Everyone.
Even the Year Sevens.
-Sick. -The entire school.
And you think Zoe wrote it?
Probably not, but it feels so good…
…to give her shit about it.
I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear any of that.
I, um, heard it's actually really good. Have you, um…
-Have you read it? -No. I don't get off to words.
I'm more of like a VR headset, moisturizer kind of guy.
Yeah, me either.
Noah?
Amerie.
What are you doing here? You didn't say you were gonna come over.
Oh yeah, um… I left my charger.
But, um, I can't stay. Harper's had a heap-shit day, so I need to…
What is that?
Why is your hair wet?
And why do you smell like salt and vinegar chips?
-I went to the yacht club. -You got the head?
I just know how much it means to Quinni, so I…
-Noah. -Yeah.
Don't thank me yet though. Um, strong winds overnight,
head fell off the bow into the water, got swept onto the rocks,
a crab made a home in its left eye socket, and then, um,
the seagulls came.
Oh, Jesus!
We could just clean it up.
Yeah, I… I really didn't wanna tell you this, Quinn,
but, um, Seb took a shit in it.
Seb is an animal.
Hmm. Which is why this mug needs to get it extra good.
I wanna meet Penetrator.
Oh, that is not it.
I wonder what he penetrates.
-Hearts. -Minds.
-Souls. -Or probably vaginas.
These bloody wristbands. Who needs blood supply to their hands?
At this rate, I'm never gonna be able to mazz again.
Guys, I was supposed to open my stall 15 minutes ago. Come find me, yeah?
-Thanks, babe. I'll see you later. -Oh, there's the others.
Hey.
It's Malakai. Remember?
-Yeah. -Ah!
The guy who doesn't do goodbyes.
Yeah.
Um, I hope it's okay I came. Just… Missy invited me.
I only flew in this morning. We just… we wanted to hang out.
Um…
What… what are you doing back?
Uh, Dad, he… he finished up his contract,
so Mum and I have just come to help pack up the house.
Malakai, come on! Hurry up!
Oh, I hate to cut short this beautiful reunion,
but unlimited rides, people.
-Sorry. -The band's back together.
Never leave us again, Malakai.
Did you-- Um… Did you know he…
-It… No. -No.
I mean, Malakai did post a story of him boarding a plane in Dubai,
so I knew he was in the approximate geographical location.
What? I was stalking his socials this morning.
-I didn't see that. -Oh, no. It was just close friends.
Which I am right this second learning you are one of.
Look, it's a lot to unpack, but we need to remain focused on why we're here.
No, you're right. Okay.
Everyone's across the plan.
Until go time, we just need to blend in, like regular teens
enjoying a wholesome day out at the carnival.
-Period. -Period.
Shakedown 1979
Cool kids never have the time…
Huh? Oh yeah?
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I
And I don't even care
To shake these zipper blues
And we don't know
Just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed
Into the earth below
As you see there's no one around
Order up.
Thank you.
You really are a witch.
You just uttered his name, and he was, like, full on summoned.
Sorry, that must've been a shock. You okay?
I am now. Be the pond, not the fish.
I moved on. My life is spectacular.
More importantly, how are you feeling?
Hmm.
Hey, we're gonna get you through, Harps.
Don't forget Showcase. That'll make up for heaps of loss marks.
-Hope so. -It will.
I'm covering breaks. You wanna take yours now?
Uh, thanks, I don't need one.
Not even to eat?
My mate will get me something.
Does your mate have a name?
Amerie.
I thought it was gonna be Beautiful.
-Mmm. -Chill, Liam.
She's got a hot rich boyfriend, so don't waste your tickets.
Oi!
Chase skirt on your own time.
Have another drink, Clancy.
Whoa. Way to speak to your boss.
No, my mum's the boss. He's just the mongrel that she's shacked up with.
Let me know if you change your mind.
Lock up your daughters.
Hey, chase skirt on your own time, yeah?
Amerie.
-I… Can we just-- -What?
What's going on with--
You moved halfway across the world, and I had to hear it from Missy.
I know. It… it was a messed up time.
At the very least, you could have said goodbye.
Is that why you ignored my letter?
I… I never got a letter.
You didn't?
No, Malakai.
To be honest, it seems like a pretty convenient excuse…
-…for you to pull out now. -No.
No. Yeah, I… I can be a dickhead, sure, but I… I'm not a liar.
No, I slipped it into your locker the day of formal.
That whole part of the school burned to the ground.
Huh!
A bit tragic, you going on this alone.
Yeah, I… I'm not.
You're coming with me.
Oh my God, this is so lame.
You're scared.
I'm not.
Oh!
You know, laughter is a stress response to fear.
Okay, I'm literally about to study psychology.
I think I can psychoanalyze myself, thank you. I'm not scared. Oh!
Okay, okay, I'm shitting myself!
I don't think this is part of the ride.
Must've just missed the sweet spot there, big man.
Sorry about that. Better luck next time, eh?
All right. Three tickets, three chances to win.
Hair on that chest there, Hercules?
Yeah, step up and prove it.
-I think I got it from here. -You wish.
All right, five bucks says I can top ya, easy.
Uh, are you forgetting something? I'm an athlete. I'll make you piss.
-Oh, the language of love. -Watch and learn.
-Don't choke. -You wish.
Mother of my babies.
Try harder.
-What? -Sorry.
Wackadoodle.
Yeah, all right, enough foreplay. Give me that, thank you.
-I mean, I paid for that. -You can do it.
-We have a winner, ladies and gentlemen! -You did it! You did it!
That was so good! That was so good!
What prize do you want, Quinni?
Slappy hand!
Slappy hand! I have a slappy hand! I have a slappy hand!
All yours, darling.
-Thank you. -Thank you!
I actually would've picked you for studying psych.
Hmm. Yeah.
Guess I've always been into watching people, you know.
Trying to understand why they do the things they do.
Then after all the Rowan stuff, I had to see a counselor, so…
-You know, that really helped me. -Hmm.
Thought I'd like to help people in that way too.
I'm really sorry about what happened.
What Rowan did, it wasn't your fault, or mine.
And even though it was an awful experience,
it brought some really positive change into my life.
Like meeting Noah.
Oh, your… your boyfriend?
You know?
Oh, yeah, Missy keeps me updated, so…
Huh.
-So how long is it-- -About a year.
Yeah. Um, after the fire, St. Brunos invited us to use their campus.
Like, their oval, art rooms, sort of.
He's a private-school boy.
Yeah, but, like, the least awful version of one.
No, he's the best.
Honest, dependable, loyal.
That sounds like you're describing a dog.
Well, dogs can't hold pens, so no risk of them writing letters.
So, um, not that it really matters much now,
but what did you write me?
Uh…
It was everything I was too afraid to say to you in person.
Like what?
Er…
That I just…
Oh. Hi, Liam.
Amerie.
So sorry to interrupt this,
but little Timmy in the car ahead puked up a…
Sorry, he just…
…puked up a daggy dog all over Dracula.
Yeah. I'll show youse to the exit, eh?
Okay.
What…
Yep.
Quinni?
Sasha. What are you doing here?
Oh, my parents forced me to come and herd my feral brothers.
Hey, I'm sorry about snapping in that meeting before.
I… I should've just let you handle it.
It's okay.
Anyways, what are you doing here?
What? Oh!
My slappy hand!
Water, water, water!
Sashy! Sashy! Look what I got!
Kevin, no, I told you not to spend all of your money on that.
-Get here, we're going home. -That's unfair.
Mum said it was all right.
It's time to mobilize. Operation Headjob is a go.
Carnival's closing in 30 minutes.
It's go time.
You heading off?
I thought I'd stick around, actually.
Need a ride, so…
Did Missy tell you the… the full plan?
To get revenge on those rich Bruno wankers?
Okay, so you know you'll be waiting for that ride for, like, a… a while.
Unless I wait with you guys.
A lot of bodies, little truck.
If you wanna get intimate with someone's armpit for the next few hours…
-…be my guest. -Mmm.
Oh, yes.
It's go time.
You guys are insane.
Seb's gonna shit himself.
Roll up, roll up, get your tickets to ride!
Guys, guys, guys, stop arsing around.
We need to get this done, and then we need to get the hell out of here.
All right. I'll get the mannequin up there.
Great.
It's a tawny frogmouth!
Nightmare fuel is what that is. Jeez.
It's all right, I'm good.
-It's all right. -Go on.
You got this, baby.
Jesus! Nope, nope, cannot do it.
Aww…
Not cool, dude. It's like a legit phobia.
-You're a legit pussy, dude. -Fucking say that again.
There cannot be a worse time for you guys to measure dicks.
-Please, please, settle down. -Babe, babe, babe, it's okay.
Settle.
I'll do it.
Oh, okay, don't forget this.
-All right. Uh, grab the rope, Harps. -I'll just go keep lookout or whatever.
Yeah, Missy, can you actually go do the same?
This is how horror films start.
-Ant, you know what to do, buddy. -I do know what to do.
-And you two-- -I really need to have a wee.
Impeccable timing, seriously.
-Go find a bush. -Okay.
Go with.
Coming, Quinni.
-Come on. God. -Okay.
-Could you help me with it? -Hey!
Jesus Christ.
-Stop it. Hold this up. -Okay. Okay.
Hurry up.
-Hold it. Hold it. -Okay, I've got it.
Oh my God.
There we go.
-Oh, Bruno. -Bruni.
Suck it, Seb.
Jesus.
Whoa.
-Harper. -Harps.
-What's going on? -I don't know.
Let's move, now.
Malakai, just leave it!
-No! -Let's go!
Oh my God!
Oi!
-Oi! -Go! Go! Run!
Oi!
-Go! -Oh my God!
Oi! Come here, you little prick!
Come back here, you little shit!
Hey! Hey!
Come back here!
Pool killer, killer pool, pool killer Kiss me
Mr. Caspian's killer told me so
La-la la-la la la
Heard it down on the radio…
Go, go, go.
La-la la-la la la
Summer vibes killed
In cold blood illed