100 Bloody Acres Page #6

Aw, shut up about your bloody

hand for one bloody minute!

Look after your mates, eh?

It's time for me to...

do it.

F*** is with that guy?

Oh, you are stressed, poor love.

Oh yeah.

If one of us had to go,

it was always going to be Reg.

Oh, I suppose I'll have to help family

now that he's gone.

How long did you say

they'll be up there, Linds?

Oh, hard to say with

the old Jackie dancer.

Reckon it will be a while, though.

Who knows?

He might love it up there.

On the coast.

May never want to come back.

Anyway, it's a

shame to see Reggie go.

Oh, it wouldn't be the

same without him around.

No, no, it won't be the same at all.

I know deep down

you do care about him.

He does look up to you, you know?

You're like a father to him.

Mmm, and you're

the mother he never had.

Anyway... Reckon I'll

enjoy being by myself, huh?

Yes, I'm sure we will.

Oh, Darl!

How about we just run for it?

We get into town.

Then the three of us can sit down

and talk through all this sh*t

so I can get a little

bit of f***ing closure!

I'm waiting for the chopper, man.

They gonna put me back together.

It is a beautiful clean slice.

Look.

Oww!

Oh, my God.

Yo, Jimbo?

There it is!

- Hey, boy.

- Wes.

- Hey, boy.

- Wes, dammit!

Wes, get back here.

Hey, come on.

Let me call him.

Oh, Linds!

Oh, Linds!

Yeah that's it.

Oh yes, don't stop.

Mmm. Oh, yes!

Deep breaths, Linds, deep breaths.

That's better, that's it.

Just like that.

Yes, oh, yes.

Oh! That's it.

Yes, that's my boy.

That's my boy.

Almost there.

Almost there.

Maigret, is that you?

Maigret, no!

Don't worry about the bloody dog!

Oh, Maigret.

No.

Hey.

- Oh.

- Sorry.

My hand!

F*** this, we're going.

James?

Sophie, come on!

Come on, then.

Come on!

You shot him.

This could be one of them like

that kids from the festival.

Reg, what are you doing here?

Maybe I should ask

you the same question.

I just popped in for a few pumpkins.

Is that what you call it?

- Put it down, Reg

- Or you what? Kill me?

I thought you'd want to keep

me fresh so you can hot bone me.

No one's going to

be hot bonin' no one.

Reggie, put the cleaver down.

Lindsay, give me the gun.

Auntie Nance, we done

some bad things this arvo.

- Shut it, Reg.

- Don't you tell me to shut up!

From now on, you don't slap me,

choke me or call me names.

Auntie Nance, I want you to get

on the blower Yandoit Police.

You can tell them that

the Morgan Brothers

are turning themselves in.

What the bloody

hell is going on here?

A druggie kid trespass on me

property and I'll f***in' shot him.

Oh, why don't you tell Aunt Nance

about the Salvo Six then?

Oh, shut it, you f***ing idiot!

What do you know

about the Salvo Six?

One of the three terrified

kids up there in the shed?

I've heard just about enough of this.

You're both are acting very strange,

Very strange indeed.

I'm gonna call the station,

I'm gonna get Burkey...

Aargh.

Look what you've done.

Arrgh, f***!

Oh, you c*nt!

Out!

F*** you.

Sophie, I got 'em!

Sophie, I got 'em!

You are not going back there.

That's it, we're through!

Let's go!

Sophie.

Guys?

Mum will be very

disappointed in you, Reg.

Been some afternoon, huh, Reggie?

I know it hasn't turn out

especially good for anyone,

but, uh, these are the risks you take

when you run a small business.

Why Lindsay?

It's all over.

We can't get away with this.

Think I don't know that?

Think I can't tell that we're rooted?

Now, the thing is...

I am a man of my word.

And when I promise Charlie Wick

a ton of premium great new blend,

well...

I'm going to deliver on that promise.

That's a Morgan Brothers guarantee

All I ever wanted from you

was a bit of recognition.

So if your soil is off the boil

You get nothin' for all your toil

Our blood and bone

will fix you up a treat

Morgan's Organic

will get your

garden growing great

That's a Morgan Brothers guarantee

Yes, it is

A Morgan Brothers

guarantee that is.

Well, well, well.

Little Missy here...

true sharpshooter.

So if you thinks in me time

have no problem in shooting another.

Get away from him.

Oh, Becs has got some

competition, has she, Reggie?

Now, come on, shithead.

Give us the rifle.

Aarrgh!

Oh!

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