Last Cab to Darwin
No, oh, yeah, I will.
I'm just finishin' me beer.
- Just let me finish me beer.
- No, get out. I told you.
I f***in' told you. Hey!
You've had enough.
You've had e-bloody-nough.
Now, come on. Get out.
- Brownie, I promise. I promise I'll be good.
- No, get out! Beat it! Out now!
You've had enough.
You've had enough. Come on! Get out!
Tell him who spilled it! I didn't even
spill it! Simmo, you weak prick!
- Dougie! Dougie!
- Hands off the merchandise!
- Dougie, you're barred!
- F***, Brownie!
- Yeah, alright. Just go home.
- Brownie!
Dougie! I don't want to see
your ugly mug around here again.
Come on, come on. He'll get over it.
He's got the long haul
to Adelaide tomorrow.
He's just shitty.
Lucky I don't leave
a piss ring on your carpet!
Come on. Come on, shut up.
Wouldn't even know
there was a piss ring on your carpet!
Hey, Rexie. Hey, where's Rexie going?
- Rexie!
- See you, boys!
Come on.
- Let's go to the Workers' Club.
- Nah, he's barred from there as well.
When you walked into the room
There was voodoo in the vibes
I was captured by your style
But I could not catch your eyes
Now I stand here helplessly
Hoping you get into me
I am so into you
I am so into you
I can't think of nothing else
Thinking how it's gonna be
Whenever I get you next to me
It's gonna be good
Don't you know?
From your head to your toe
Gonna love you all over
Over and over...
Rex!
Rex!
Rex!
- Morning, Pol.
- You!
You've been dumping
your rubbish in my bin!
I don't want your rubbish, mate!
You keep it in your own bin, and if you
don't have no room in your own bin,
you'll keep it in your f***ing house!
I'm not the bloody tip!
You finished?
And you keep that mangy
bloody dog of yours
on your side of the street.
Yesterday, I come out and that big
bloody Alsatian from next door
was chock-a-block up him!
Would have been a sight.
Looked like it was trying
to shake a possum off a pole!
How you feeling?
Can't keep my food down.
I reckon it's that fisherman's basket
they serve you up at the All Nations.
My Uncle Cyril used to say never,
ever order seafood in this town.
We're 500 miles from the ocean.
I'm getting old, Pol.
We all getting old, Rex.
These days, I can't remember
ever being young.
My Uncle Cyril used to say if you were
born in this town, you were born old.
Your Uncle Cyril used to say a lot.
Couldn't shut the bastard up.
Oh, dear.
- You didn't come around last night.
- Oh, I left it a bit late.
Might tonight, hey?
- 43 today, they reckon.
- Hotter yesterday.
Yeah.
Morning, Rex.
The cousin and his mob still coming down
for the school holidays?
Nup. Too bloody many of them.
Useless mob of no-good bludgers.
Bloody mad, the whole lot of them.
Swimming in a river with no water,
driving round in a car with no fuel.
"When can we come
and see you, Aunty Polly?"
"When hell freezes over, Noel,
that's when!"
Okay, dog.
Sh*t, shower and shove off.
Come on.
Gday, Col!
- Morning, Mrs Peter.
- Good morning, Rex.
- Have a good one, Mrs Peter.
- Thank you.
- Rexie. What do you know?
- Not enough, Dougie. Not enough.
Correct. You may pass.
Hey, Rexie.
Sexy Rexie.
See you at the pub, hey?
Good man.
- How you going, Rexie?
- Can't complain.
Polly alright?
Well, she's good, I suppose, darl.
You'd have to ask her.
- Rex MacRae.
- Yeah.
Apart from the lymphatic system,
these dark areas show it's moved through
into the liver and several other organs.
Multiple cannonball lesions
here on the lungs.
We didn't get it all, Rex. I'm sorry.
How long?
Well... it's extremely well advanced.
Three months.
At best.
There you go, then.
If we'd got it earlier...
If.
"If wishes were horses,
beggars would ride."
Dad used to say that.
So, Rex, we're gonna have to look
at hospital as an option.
No.
We have a brand-new
palliative care ward...
No f***in' hospitals.
Eventually... you won't have a choice.
I'm a cab driver, Doc.
That's what I am.
So I'm gonna drive my cab
until I can't drive it anymore.
That's it.
Finished.
You can help me out, can't you?
Put me down when the time comes?
I give you my word there will be no pain.
No f***in' hospitals!
Okay.
Okay. And you're right.
Take some time. It's...
It's a lot to think about.
Let's talk again in three days, okay?
Rexie! How is ya, fella?
Dougie. Col.
Little birdie told me
it was your shout, Rex.
F*** that little birdie.
- Evening, Rex. Still single?
- Still single, Frank.
Brothers, my brothers!
There was much rejoicing in the land,
for there was no spillage.
Hey?
Not a drop. Hey, hey, hey!
Dougie, where's my beer?
It's your shout, you little weasel.
No, Rex has got them, you stupid bastard.
Coming up.
- How is ya' Rexie?
- Can't complain, Simmo.
Oh, God, you're a legend!
- Thanks, Rex.
- Here's to us and f*** the rest.
- Yeah.
- Cheers.
Frank?
- What's news, Col?
- Oh, not much.
Still this euthanasia thing up in
the Territory, although now it's official.
So if you know for sure you're gonna
cark it and you reckon you've had enough,
you can just ask them
to put you out of your misery.
Jesus. Pass that law in Broken Hill,
the-red be no bastards left!
I'm hearing ya.
Hey, Simmo.
Tell Rex about our plan.
Come on. Hey.
Rex, he's gonna make us millionaires.
Hey? Go on, tell him. It's brilliant.
Well, we're thinking of going into
partnership. Open up a restaurant.
Wait till you hear this.
This is rolled f***ing gold, mate.
We're not gonna serve the same old crap
you get everywhere else. No, no, no.
This will be an offal restaurant.
That stuff your mum used
to make you eat. Liver. Kidney.
- Brains. Tongue.
- Tongue!
Tripe. That sort of thing.
Simmo's even thought
of a name for it, haven't you?
- Offally Good.
- Oh, you dozy little prick!
He's offally clumsy today!
- I bloody warned you!
- This is me good gear!
- Calm down.
- I haven't done nothing.
- I said f***in' calm down!
- Don't be offally rude.
I'd like the number
for a Dr Farmer. In Darwin.
Yeah, it's...
Nicole.
Yep. Well, she must be.
I'm looking at her photo in the paper.
Could I have the number
of the Darwin Hospital, please?
I'd like to speak to...
Does she work at the hospital there?
Yeah.
Hold on. Give it to me.
Hello. This is Dr Nicole Farmer's surgery.
I'm not available right now,
but please leave a message.
In case of emergency, call 000.
Hello.
My name is Rex.
It's not short for anything, it's just...
Rex.
I live in Broken Hill.
But...
I'm dying.
My number is 08...
8087-3666.
I know Darwin's a long way...
What are you doing up?
It's morning.
Tea's still brewing!
I made some scones last night.
They turned out alright!
Airport, thanks. Going to Adelaide.
Turn that sh*t off.
I'm trying to call my wife.
It's a basic human right, Simon...
Out of range?
We're in the middle of f***in' town.
- You live here?
- Only all my life.
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