Black Sheep Page #3
You do need therapy.
Ah!
There's no deal, Angus.
We have a contract, Henry.
It's done.
Not with all this
going on.
- Ah!
- Henry!
Help me!
Help me, Angus!
Angus!
I'm your brother!
That's the thing
about farms, Henry,
accidents happen.
- Let me go.
- No. No.
Oh my God!
- Are you okay?
- I'll never be okay ever again.
- What's that?
- Geranium...
aroma therapy for uplift
and hormonal balance.
Do your hormones
really need balancing?
Considering I've been
attacked
by genetically-
engineered monsters,
jumped off a moving vehicle,
been chased across a paddock,
dragged into a torture chamber, pulled
into a mountain of rotting flesh...
yes, my hormones
need f***ing balancing.
- Working yet?
- Uplifting at any moment.
- Where are you going?
- There are caves near the woolshed.
If this is part
of the same system,
we can walk
right under the sheep.
Right.
All he had to do
was leave.
Why wouldn't he
do that?
What happened to those idiots
I sent to collect you?
That looks...
anomalous.
What it looks like
is the spontaneous cellular
transferral
we've been trying to
achieve for months.
Or possibly not
so spontaneous.
- What's going on?
- Nothing.
He'll be out
for a while.
Where's your brother
and that girl?
Oh, don't worry.
They're gone.
Well, I don't know what
they're on about.
The sheep?
Really.
There's too many people
running around here today.
One of those greenies
bit me on my way up the hill.
- Bit you?
- Yeah.
Looked like he hadn't
bathed for months.
Hm, you may
need a shot.
Well.
I want this place secured.
Yeah, I have something
I need to observe here,
but I'll be down
presently.
No. Stay here.
Stay here?
I need to present my work.
Look, the last thing I need is someone
with your reputation
prancing about
the place.
Oh, my reputation didn't
seem to bother you
when you needed someone
to kick-start this venture.
Or when you
wanted to pursue
some personal interests.
I was just coming up with solutions
that you hadn't thought of.
Now I'll send someone
up for the animal.
You lock this place down
and stay out of the way.
What about that shot?
Put a plaster on it.
I'm sure you'll be fine.
The amount of bad karma
your brother's generating,
he'll probably
come back as a sheep.
I don't want to think about
what Angus has been doing.
Using your father's legacy
as a testing ground
for vile experiments
on animals.
Experience.
What was all that
about a deal?
Huh?
What are you here
for today?
I sold him my share
of the farm.
I thought if I could
come back here
and resolve things with him,
I could move on.
But these
are your roots.
There's something
in here.
There can't be.
Or they'd have to...
Jump!
Come on!
Sh*t!
I have to
get out of here!
- Down here.
- No. No way.
If it's a way out,
we're there.
If it's not,
we're there forever.
You go first!
Henry:
It shouldn't be too far.
Keep moving.
I can't.
You can.
Look,
you're a tree.
- A tree.
- Feel your roots
- in the ground. Feel your, um...
- Chakra.
...chakra...
- My base chakra.
...drawing energy
from the ground.
Okay, I feel it.
There.
You're relaxed.
I'm relaxed.
Don't get too relaxed.
Go! Go!
- Hurry up!
- I'm hurrying!
- Don't stop!
- It's opening up!
I'm stuck!
I was wrong
about your aura.
Really?
I said it
was selfish, but...
now I think it was
something you stepped in.
This way.
Mrs. Mac:
"Address To A Haggis:
Fair fa' your honest,
sonsie face,
Great chieftain o'
the pudding-race!
Aboon them a' ye
take your place,
Painch tripe or thairm. "
Oh hello, dear.
Did you see Henry
up the hill?
Uh, no.
No, I think
he's gone.
Oh?
Really?
I thought he would have
at least said goodbye.
Well...
you can't tell what
Henry will do,
can you?
It's all his
bloody fault.
He had his money...
good money.
My money.
That little baaa-stard.
Henry:
Up here.
This is how
I remember it.
It's beautiful.
We'd better hurry.
What's that noise?
Somebody shearing.
Experience:
Hello?
Oh God, no.
Grant?
Oh!
What's happened
to you?
Grant, it's me...
Experience.
Hey!
Experience:
Henry!
This way!
Come on!
Henry:
Round here.
- He's coming!
- Come on.
Oh sh*t!
Grant, what's that
on your face?
Is that blood?
Have you been
eating meat, Grant?
Was it even organic?
So, that's
your boyfriend?
I knew you liked animals,
but I didn't think you...
He's not my boyfriend.
Something must
have bitten him.
You mean...
like Tucker?
The amniotic fluid
should work
as an attenuated vaccine
on the mutated cells.
What's going on?
- Tell me how you feel?
- Sore.
Itchy.
My... my skin feels really tight.
Go on.
No no no no no no no no.
No, wait.
All right,
thanks very much.
Oh hello.
Thanks for coming.
Konnichiwa.
Angus:
We're about to kick off.
There's my girl.
Oh sh*t!
Angus won't be selling much sheep
if he turns into one, will he?
He might need
that shot after all.
You're a very lucky
young man,
to be witness to
a new scientific frontier.
I have a small errand
to attend to,
and then...
I think we might try and replicate
the effect on you
with some of
these cultures I have.
In the meantime,
you rest up.
Konnichiwa,
gten tag,
kia ora,
g'day.
This land was carved
from virgin bush
by my great-great
grandfather more than...
My family have sowed their seed
here since that time.
But now...
I have a dream
for the future...
a dream of sheep.
Oh.
The Merino,
the Romney,
the Drysdale.
Excuse me.
It's not far.
It's just a quick trip
through the trees.
These names are shared
in corners of the farm...
These...
these names are...
names...
Well, time to meet the star
of our show, I suppose.
I give you
the Oldfield.
Man:
It's beautiful.
Quiet down.
Ah, beautiful.
Quiet now.
Quiet, my pretty.
Oh no.
Perhaps it won't
be that bad.
Easy! Easy!
Easy!
Oh!
"Lo, on Mount Zion
stood the lamb,
and with him,
Woman:
But I'm a vegetarian!
Was, was, was!
"It is these who follow
the lamb wherever he goes,
for they are spotless!"
- Help me! Help me!
- Ew! Get off!
Help me!
Take me up, O Lord!
Take me...
Henry!
Just in time for dinner!
Oh my Lord!
Oh!
Yeah!
Angus:
Easy, easy.
That's my girl.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
There, it's... I know.
It's okay, yes.
I know, it's okay.
Let's make
that phone call.
I think MAF,
then WEKA.
Or WEKA
then MAF.
Someone must have one of the other
phones off the hook.
Who else is in the...
- Your boyfriend's back.
- Experience:
Jesus, Grant.- Henry!
- Ow!
Mrs. Mac:
My shotgun's in the pantry!
Many's the meal I've made
of wethers like you.
You don't scare me.
What is that?
My haggis!
Shells!
Shells!
No!
What did you do?
Ling gui ba fa.
- Huh?
- Acupuncture point.
Causes temporary
paralysis.
Or coma
if I did it wrong.
Did you?
He fell down,
didn't he?
We're safe.
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