Last Cab to Darwin Page #4

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Triple stitching!

Having problems with your Abo neighbours?

- Just give 'em a house!

- Pol...

I don't want your house.

I don't want your dog.

You're a fool, Rex MacRae. A gutless fool!

Call me and tell me about your adventures?

Don't you dare call me again.

Don't you f***ing dare!

Sit down.

Sit down!

Big night?

You still going to Darwin?

Yep.

Can I come with you?

Sally's mob's from around here.

Kaytetye mob.

They didn't walk away.

They fought.

She's a tough one, that one.

But she gotta be, you know?

She's the only chance my kids have got.

The reason I didn't go

play for Essendon...

'cause I was scared.

Sally...

she begged me to go.

I'm just full of bullshit.

You got any kids?

Hey, cuz. It's Polly.

Hey, I was just thinking,

you know about the school holidays?

Well, I got this spare house

across the road from me.

True!

Well, why don't youse come down?

Yeah. And the dogs! Yep.

The whole bloody mob!

That your woman?

She's a blackfella.

She's my neighbour.

She tell you you're a mad bastard

for doing this?

Tell you what, Tilly.

I'll do you a deal.

You don't tell me how to live my life

and I won't tell you how to live yours.

Fair?

You want a beer?

Thirsty Thursday.

Thirsty Thursday?

Cheque day. They don't serve

blackfellas on Thursday.

Well, I can buy you one.

Don't want one.

I'm finished with it.

Nic, the phones won't stop ringing.

Everybody wants to know when this

bloody cab driver's gonna get here!

Me included. Just let me clear

the backlog, would you?

Well, that's all for now, Theresa.

Well done.

Bye.

Feel the air, Rex.

Put your window down.

Feel that? Tropical.

F***in' tropical, brother!

Where we going, old man?

Gentlemen. What do you want?

Well, I want to play football

and he wants to kill himself.

- Two beers, then.

- Nah, nah. Beer for him.

Coke for me.

Ta.

From the bottle?

With ice and lemon.

"Remember, the toes that you step on today

"may be attached to the arse

you'll have to kiss tomorrow."

That's good advice.

For the swelling.

Hold it up against your skin

for as long as you can stand it.

I don't think you're from round here?

- London.

- London!

What you doing here?

Broadening my experience.

Julie. Come on, sweetheart.

Glasses. Let's go.

Alright. Keep your shirt on.

Thanks.

I'm just going to go outside.

Play spot the blackfella.

Shouldn't be too hard!

Oh, I love that one.

It's one of the oldest photos here.

Look at them.

No one deserves to be that happy.

That's my mum and dad.

F*** off!

- Bloody hell.

- Where was this airfield?

Oh, it's still there. It's just behind

the pub. Even the hangar.

- Are you alright?

- Yeah.

Thanks.

Keep it.

- I won't tell no one.

- This is what I reckon about Australia.

If you look around you, we've got people

living in Australia and coming here

from all around the world and I look upon it

as one of those big old camp oven stews,

and in that big old stew, we've got peas,

corn, carrots and celery and a few beans,

and we've got a bit of rough old,

tough old Territory beef like me.

And it's not gonna be a real

good feed tomorrow morning,

but couple of hundred years

down the track.

Let it brew, let it boil away, I'll tell

you now, it's gonna be real good tucker.

Hey! There's one local ingredient

you haven't thrown in yet!

A nice burnt pencil yam like me.

You ever had pencil yam, Chilli?

Bush carrot? Yeah, bush carrot.

I have, mate. They're bloody beautiful.

Well, you want to make that stew,

you better make sure you've got

a few proper Australian ingredients in

there, or you're just wasting your time.

Yeah, mate, no, hang on. He's absolutely

right. What's your name, young fella?

Tilly! Hey! Chilli and Tilly!

We can be a double act!

Oh, mate,

I'd love to be on your team, Tilly.

Just standing there,

you look like you've got stories to tell.

- Have you got one for us tonight?

- Nup. But I'm a proper deadly dance man!

Come on. Real Aussies can't dance.

- This one can.

- Oh, this one can.

Hey, you mob out there tonight,

would you like to see Tilly dance?

Come on up.

Put your hands together for Tilly.

Let's have a look at this one.

Righto, Tilly.

You're on the spot. Okay.

What have you got for us?

Alright! Do you want to see a dance?

- I'll show you the butcher dance.

- The butcher dance?

That's him. Proper special dance

from back my home way.

I need clap stick. You got any clap stick?

I've got clap sticks. No worries about

that at all. I'll do the clap sticks.

Alright! Everyone watching.

I'll show you one time. That's it.

- The butcher dance.

- The butcher dance. Okay.

Let me hear that clap stick.

Ya butcha left foot in

Ya butcha left foot out

Ya butcha left foot in

And you shake it all about!

I can't top that one. Thanks, Tilly.

Put your hands together.

Oh, we love it. We love it.

You alright there, old fella?

You're not gonna bust a popper valve, hey?

Everybody, can you move, please?

He's not well. Come on.

Alright, clear a space.

Clear a space, please.

You're alright, darling.

You're alright. You're alright.

- Julie, leave him be. Call an ambulance.

- That's two hours away. I'm a nurse.

Not while you're here, you're not.

You're a barmaid. Now go.

I quit. You want to do something useful,

then find us a room I can take him to.

- We're full. Have a look around.

- He can have mine. Tilly, help me get him up.

- Come on, Rex.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Up you get. That's it.

You're alright, darling. Don't apologise.

What were you thinking drinking

beer in your condition?

You served me.

Oh, my God!

This is you!

You're all anyone's been

talking about round here.

Grey nomads think you're a bloody hero.

Now, lots of little sips.

Rest!

Since I don't work here anymore...

I'm gonna have a drink.

Thanks, Tilly.

You know what you're doing, old man?

Hello?

Polly?

It's really f***ing early.

Pol, about five years ago,

I was gonna ask you to marry me.

I gotta go, Rex.

Pol, I'm sorry.

I gotta go.

What's going on?

Well, good morning to you too, Rex!

What's going on, Rex?

Rex?

Get out.

Get your gear and get out!

Rex! What's up your arse?

- You should be in bed, old man.

- What's wrong?

Rex!

Rex, what the f*** are you doing?

Rex!

Rex!

Rex!

Rex! Rex!

What the f*** is that?

It's a cane toad.

Fat, ugly bastard.

- It's hard.

- What is?

To kill yourself.

It's really f***ing hard.

Don't look at me like that, Rex.

I like her.

She likes me.

Oh, that's beautiful.

Can we pull over here?

Just for a second. Please?

Thanks.

Hey! Do you mind if I take a picture?

Brilliant!

Brilliant. Thanks.

The fascinating witches

Who put the scintillating stitches

In the britches of the boys

Who put the powder on the noses

Of the faces of the ladies of the harem

of the court of King Caractacus

Were just passing by.

How do you not know this song?

Isn't it an Aussie song?

Well, I never heard it.

Do it on your own now.

Well, the fascinating witches...

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