Killing Ground Page #3

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- Maybe they got into trouble.

- What kind of trouble?

Well, that track's pretty bad.

Yeah, last year a guy fell, broke his back.

- It was a week before they found him.

- Well, what about the tent? It's trashed.

Uh... it could've been a pig.

Maybe it went in there looking

for food, got stuck, freaked out.

I seen a wild boar wreck a tin shed.

We don't have any reception on our phones.

Do you have a phone, or a radio we can use?

No, sorry.

Right, well, what are we waiting for?

I think we should go.

- Oh, hang on. What about his folks?

- They could be anywhere.

Or they could be where

they said they were going.

Look, river bend in a horseshoe here.

We head over the hill. Take ten,

fifteen minutes to get to the falls.

We'll have a look around, walk the track back

and we'd be back in less than an hour.

But if we leave now it's gonna be dark

before someone gets back here.

I mean, you're the doctor.

What do you reckon?

Okay.

Okay.

- I'll get my first aid kit out of the back.

- You got a full kit?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got everything

just in case someone gets into trouble.

- He'll probably be okay till we get back.

- Yeah?

- Whoa.

- Hey, what's that for?

Well, if we run into a pig,

I don't wanna get gored.

- Have you ever fired a rifle?

- Uh, no.

Yeah. You'd better carry this then.

You have any trouble, you just hit

that horn and we will come running.

Okay.

- You okay?

- Yeah, yep. Back as quick as we can.

Make sure you find them.

Yeah, we'll find them.

Hurry back. Please.

Banjo.

Oi!

Check this out.

Well, now's your chance.

- Right here?

- Or somewhere more private.

The last time you took a girl somewhere

more private you ended up in jail.

Yeah, but I learnt from my mistakes.

You gotta make the most

of your opportunities.

Yeah, okay.

- You stay here and keep an eye on the girl.

- Hey, where are you goin'?

I'm gonna go and see if we're alone.

Yeah.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Hello.

- What are you doing?

- Did I scare ya?

Um, where's Mum and Dad?

Don't know.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

Just relax, okay?

- Just get away from the car.

- I'm not gonna hurt you.

Just get away!

Why don't you come out?

Come on.

Stop it!

Stop it now!

Stop it!

Is that our car?

Yeah.

What's she doing?

I don't know. Maybe she saw a snake.

Jesus, leave me alone!

Oh, for f***'s sake.

- You take Ollie.

- Okay. Come on.

- I'll see you back there.

- Okay.

Yeah.

Leave me alone!

- What are you doing?

- Well, she started it.

- It's just a bit of fun.

- A bit of fun? F***in' idiot.

Where's he going?

Get out of the car!

Get out of the car

before I blow your f***in' head off.

Now! That's it.

We're just gonna go for a little ride, okay?

Huh? Now come on.

Now!

Oh, f***.

- Get away from her!

- Dad!

Let him go!

Okay, it's okay.

Ollie, I'm just going to put you down

for a little bit, okay?

Good boy.

Don't get out. It's okay.

- Let me go!

- F***in' shut up!

- Let me go!

- Hey!

Run, Em!

The next one goes in his head.

I don't know how you catch

any pigs in all this.

Oh, you send the dog out.

Or even better, you set a trap.

- Let 'em come to you.

- You're allowed to use traps?

You talking about

those old steel-jawed things?

I guess so, yeah.

They're illegal.

Won't work on a pig, anyway.

Pigs are too big.

You gotta use a cage.

A pig goes in, door closes...

...can't come out.

And the trick is having the right bait.

Corn and strawberry milk powder

works pretty good.

- Strawberry milk powder?

- Yeah.

Piggy's got a sweet tooth.

- Wanna tie their feet?

- Nah. We're goin' for a walk.

Stand 'em up.

Stand 'em up.

- Do you wanna bring the dog?

- No, Banjo stays here.

'Cause he'll tell us if anyone turns up.

Let's walk 'em up the path.

Come on, move.

Move it.

# Two little ducks went out one day #

# Over the hill and far away #

# Mother Duck said quack quack quack quack #

# But only one little duck came back ##

Hey!

They got a little kid.

Where is he?

Don't worry, we'll take care of him.

Here!

Chook!

You wanna do her again?

Nah!

Yeah, well, grab your gun.

- What for?

- What do you think?

- Nah.

- Grab your f***in' rifle.

You stay there.

We're gonna play a game.

Age before beauty.

Now sit still. Sit still.

Let's see how good you are.

Your shot.

I said, sit still.

Alright, stay still.

Good shot!

Your turn.

You stay still.

Just stay still, alright?

I said stay still!

My turn.

Your go.

Now, you set it up.

Maybe you should get

your eyes tested, old man.

Call it a draw.

What about her?

Let's get out of here.

Yeah, grab the drinks, Chook.

Come on.

F***.

No, she's dead too. We gotta...

we gotta get back now.

- Where's the mother?

- What?

The mother.

- She isn't here.

- We gotta get help.

- No.

- What?

- What are you doing?

- Look! She went that way.

F***.

Excuse me, we found a little boy.

We've been here since yesterday

but his parents are missing.

Where's your man?

He just went looking for them with, um...

I don't know his name.

Can you hear me?

- Ollie?

- Ollie's okay. Ollie's okay.

Alright, you're gonna be okay, I'm a doctor.

Alright? Now, can you tell me your name?

Huh? What's your name?

F***in' Chook.

What are you doing? What's going on?

Oh, f***.

She wanna f***in' run?

Go get her!

Oh, f***. I wish German was here.

The look on your face.

Are you gonna shoot me now too?

Nah.

You can watch me f*** your girlfriend first.

Get up.

F***!

F***, Banjo!

Get off him, Banjo!

Oh, f***!

Ah!

Gotcha.

Oh, Sam.

- Chook.

- Oh, f***. F***.

I'm sorry, Germ.

Germ, I'm so f***in' sorry. I didn't...

Shh, please, please, please,

please, please, please, please.

Sam.

Shh! No, no, no, no, no. Oh, God.

Move, move, move!

Quicker.

Keep going.

Yeah, stay there.

- Just shut that f***in' kid up!

- Shoosh, please, shoosh.

- Here. Give him here.

- I'll make him quiet.

- Give me the f***in' kid.

- I'm sorry.

- No! No, come on, no, no, no, no, no!

- Let him go!

Ian, help me! Help me! Do something, please!

Let him go!

No!

Oh, my God!

- Stay there!

- Oh, my... Oh, my God! No, let me...

Don't move or I'll put

a f***in' bullet in your head.

Please, please, don't.

Tell me what to do, eh?

- Oh...

- Fi... finish me, Chook.

- No, I can't finish you, Germ.

- Please, please.

Finish me.

Please.

Goodbye, Germ.

Get up.

Get up!

Now we'll be waiting by the rocks!

You know the place!

Move. Go.

Quick!

The doctor's taking his time.

Maybe he needs some encouragement.

What'd you reckon?

Let's hear a scream.

- Scream.

- No.

No?

- Scream for me.

- No, no, no, please, please, please.

Please, please, please.

- Scream.

- Please, please.

Please, please, don't.

I want you to scream.

- Scream.

- No.

- Scream, scream. Yeah.

- Mm-mm. Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

Yeah, scream, scream.

Don't f***in' look at me.

Scream. You f***in' scream!

F***. Oh, come on.

Come on, Ian, think.

Think, come on.

F***!

That f***in' chicken-sh*t bastard!

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