Dying Breed Page #4
Where is she?
We will find Rebecca.
Okay?
And then we're all
gonna get out of here.
And he's gonna help.
I can walk.
Jack, come on.
Come on, mate.
Let's get outta here.
Hey! Who lives there?
The child's father.
What do you mean? The
girl from the cave?
- Matt?
- Care to take a look?
No, I don't want to go in there.
Stay here. Okay?
We'll be back in a second.
I promise.
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
F***.
What the f***, man?
Jack.
Jesus, what's that smell?
Wait.
No, you bastard! No!
You f***in' evil bastard!
I'm gonna kill you!
Come on!
I'm gonna f***ing kill you!
I'm gonna kill you, you miserable f***!
F*** you! F*** you.
Come on!
Jack!
Go. Go help.
Jack!
F*** it!
F*** it.
Sh*t!
Goddammit!
Jack!
Jack!
Jack.
F***.
Nina, let's go.
Come on. Come on.
Get up.
Nina!
Come on. Hang on.
Nina, please.
Come on!
He's in the bushes. We heard him.
Sh*t.
Stay here. Stay here, okay?
Yes?
Come on.
Come on!
Harvey?
Harvey?
Please, please, please.
What did you hope to find?
Please.
We've been here a long time.
Almost as long as the nation.
We have a life to protect.
A tradition.
You tourists have no tradition.
F***!
I can feel the family resemblance.
You f***er!
Oh, sh*t!
- F***!
- Nina.
Nina?
Nina.
Nina, is that you?
Come on.
What...
Nina!
Nina?
Oh, sh*t. Oh, sh*t.
Nina!
Over here.
Sh*t!
You're a silly girl.
All this trouble.
The Irish.
Stubborn and willful.
Willful and stubborn.
Come on now.
You know you want this.
Your sister, she did.
A good breeder.
Fertile, as you are.
For the good of the family.
No!
No!
Should have been done
when you were a pup.
You killed her.
You f***ing killed her!
I'm sorry.
Harvey.
Until then.
You head back to your city life.
We'll know soon enough.
Be safe.
I never asked.
Did you find one of
those tigers of yours?
Well, if he's still around
after a hundred years,
he be one slippery shite.
Try this. They're bloody great.
How'd he manage to set
a man trap on his own?
I was born here. I know these people.
You gonna eat that or what?
Rebecca's.
It should go with her other stuff.
Righty-ho.
Ta.
Good, huh?
See?
We do need you...
to survive.
It means a lot to us.
To keep the family going.
The Pearce family.
But it's hard...
to obey rules...
...to stay pure.
Like your tiger.
There's so few of us left.
Things have to stay hidden...
to survive.
You understand that.
Simple Simon met the pieman
playing with a knife.
Said Simple Simon to the pieman,
"Will you take my life?"
Said the pieman to Simple Simon,
"When the time is right."
Said Simple Simon to the pieman,
"Then I'll die tonight."
I'm hungry.
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