Mr Inbetween

Listen, mate,

what are you talking about?

Cash.

There's no cash here.

Here there's no cash, all right?

-Cash, no. Robbo? No cash.

Well, I'll tell you what, you try getting from

where you're sitting to the front door.

You know what I've noticed?

Before I became a director,

I used to watch movies like everybody else,

you know, like an audience member.

But now I watch movies completely differently.

Now I look for the lighting, the camera angles,

the way the camera moves and shit.

Mm.

I wouldn't mind making movies one day, you know?

Like, serious movies, you know?

-Like a Hollywood movie? -Yeah.

Yeah, you'd fit right in over there, mate.

-Yeah? -Mm.

You reckon?

Yeah, they're all fucking perverts.

Ah.

Fuck you.

...is now, isn't he?

-Get a fucking rag. -Forget the rag, boys.

Get the fucking cash, would you?

Oh.

-School reunion's this week. -Really?

Yeah.

I didn't get an invite.

Oh, that's 'cause you're a cunt.

-Why'd they invite you, then? -Eh, good point.

They probably just didn't have your contact details,

couldn't get in contact with you.

-It doesn't mean you can't go. -I don't care. I'm not going.

You're coming.

No, I'm not.

You might get laid.

That why you're going?

Yeah.

I'm single and ready to mingle, mate.

It might do you good.

It might help you to get your mind off, you know...

-Nah, mate, you go. -Mate, you got to come.

-I need a wingman. -I'm not fucking going.

That's it.

Ah. "Welcome, Class of '96."

Look, there's Jai.

-Remember Jai? -Yeah.

Gazza?

-Carrie! -Oh, my God.

-How you going? -You look amazing.

Yeah, look at you. Good to see you.

Oh, it's amazing to see you.

-Yeah, my goodness. -Wow. Hey.

-Hey, Carrie. -Hi.

-Ray. -Ray. Ray.

-Shoesmith. -Shoesmith.

Yeah. -Yeah.

Did we have any classes together?

Yeah, for about two years.

-Oh, okay. -Yeah.

Ah, he looks different without the school uniform.

Right.

-Ray! Yeah. -Yeah. Yeah, good to see you.

Good to see you. You're looking good.

-Yeah, you look great. -Looking good, Ray.

-Yeah. -So, are you still with Dave?

-No, no. God. -Dave McGrath.

Your memory is amazing. Wow.

Well, you guys were together from year seven

until, like, all the way through to 12.

-Yeah. -You were, like, inseparable.

-You were like a married couple. -No.

-Yeah, no, not together? -No.

-You don't remember Ray? -No.

Uh, can I get a scotch and Coke?

-Yeah. -Uh, and can I get a bourbon

with that diet crap in it, please?

-Mm-hmm. -Thanks.

Nothing, since... since '96.

-Yeah, trying to perfect it. -Oh, okay.

-Yeah. -Yeah, all right. Okay.

-But, I mean, you look amazing. -Oh, beauty. Yeah.

Thanks very much. Scrub up all right.

I'm-I'm hungry, so I'm gonna grab some food. I'll be back.

Yeah, okay. All right.

-There you go. -Oh, beauty.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

-Oh, shit. -What?

Look out.

-The blondie? -Yeah, Meaghan Clarke.

Mm. She's all right.

-All right? -Mm.

Mate, I had the biggest fucking crush on her.

She was, like, my first. My first big crush.

Steffi Graf.

First crush.

Steffi Graf?

What's wrong with Steffi Graf?

-Big nose. -I like a big nose.

-Adds character. -Mm, fair enough.

-Mate, first time I saw her... -Mm.

-it was the school holidays, -Mm.

and she was riding a big white horse

in the paddock behind our house.

-Yeah. -Love at first sight.

Then when I went back to school, there she was,

but we never, ever had a class together.

I was fucking devastated.

Was this after I left?

No.

You didn't tell me about it.

I didn't tell anyone about it.

Well... off you go.

What?

Go talk to her.

Nah. What am I gonna say?

You chicken?

Ah.

Wish me luck.

Meaghan?

Meaghan Clarke?

Gary... Thomas.

Yeah.

-You remembered. -Yeah.

Ha. My goodness.

-Isn't this crazy? -This is weird.

Mental, seeing all these old heads.

-I know. -Making me feel so old.

All these memories

-come flooding back. -I know.

So, what have you been...

What do-what do you do these days?

-Oh, you know, just working. -Yeah?

-Yeah. -Okay. What do you do?

-I'm in real estate. -Okay. Yeah, great.

-Yeah. -Wow. Yeah.

That's funny. It just so happens I'm looking to buy.

Oh, right. Well, I'm in rentals.

Oh, okay, well, I'm actually looking to rent.

-Hey. -Hey.

Time to quit.

Yeah.

You a teacher, are you?

I was. Principal now.

-Oh, yeah. -Did you go to school here?

Yeah, yeah.

-What's your last name? -Shoesmith.

-Hmm. -Yours?

-Hurley. -Hurley?

Mm.

Did you used to take kids to the, uh, Lithgow field day?

Yeah.

Were you in my class?

No, no. I remember you, though.

Oh, I give you a hard time, did I?

Yeah, you did a bit, mate.

Yeah.

I was a bit of a hard-ass in my younger days.

I used to drag my feet.

Sorry?

When I walked, I used to drag my feet.

Oh.

One day, I was walking up the hall.

You started yelling at me.

You said, "Lift your bloody feet when you walk."

-Yeah? -Mm.

If you had have asked me nicely,

it wouldn't have been a problem, you know?

But because you were rude,

I started walking up the hallway like this.

So, then you dragged me into a bloody classroom

full of sixth-graders,

you made me walk up and down in front of them.

Don't remember?

No.

Ah.

Yeah, they thought it was funny. You were laughing too.

I certainly don't remember doing anything like that.

Why would you?

Look, all I'm saying is I don't remember this now.

That's not to say it didn't happen.

-I'm just saying I don't remember it. -Mm.

But... if it did happen--

and I'm quite sure that it's possible--

then I apologize.

Lot of good it does me now, huh?

-Yeah, maybe so. -Mm.

I'm sorry for that, too.

But, uh...

...this was, what, 30 years ago?

So?

Well...

no offense, but you hang on to this shit for that long,