Razorback Page #2

- Hello?

- (Sniggering)

- Mate? What do you reckon?

- (Squeals) I reckon.

(Laughter)

Sorry. Only want to give you a little drink.

The roads will be full of kangaroos

after dark.

It wouldn't look good for you

to be running animals over.

Thanks for worrying.

I'll drive slowly and be back by dusk.

Don't use all the hot water, OK?

(Horn)

"Who wouldn't be?"

So they took her to intensive care.

The next day the Mother Superior was there.

She said, "My dear, how do you feel?"

The nun says, with her eyes full of tears,

"Terrible. He hasn't called,

he hasn't written..."

What's up your hole?

You American sh*t! You give me that...

Listen, man, you come round

to where we work and you shoot...

You want this back?

Quick, Benny!

Benny!

- Bye!

- Oh, yeah. Bye.

You idiot!

(Horn)

What's she doing down there?

Come on.

(# Duran Duran:
New Moon On Monday)

# Send me your warning siren

# As if I could ever hide

# Last time la luna

# I light my torch and wave it for the...

# New moon on Monday

# And a fire dance through the night

# I stayed the cold day... #

(Dicko shouts) We're turning left!

Stop! Jesus!

Hi. Everything OK?

- Any bones broken?

- (Whimpers)

- Anything like that? You all right?

- Yeah.

Yeah? Good.

(Screams)

- I'll have a go after you, Dicko!

- Mind your own business!

- (Screams)

- Just relax!

Don't rough her up too much, mate!

We don't want to spoil the goods!

- (Benny sniggers)

- (Beth screams)

Go on, son! That's right!

Do you want to make love?

I said... I said do you wanna make...

(Sobs)

(Benny sniggers)

Try it again. Stay on the bed, Mavis.

- That's a good girl.

- Get her legs up, mate!

Can't get her legs open!

How's your French...

I said, how's your French kissing?

(Growling)

(Screams)

(Growling)

Get into it, darl.

Hey, cut that out, Dicko!

- Shut your hole!

- You don't want to kill the bloody woman!

(Growling)

Quick! Let's get out of here!

- Quick!

- I'm just getting her ready!

Leave her!

Get out of here!

(# Elton John:
Blue Eyes)

# Blue eyes holding back the tears

# Holding back the pain

# Baby's got blue eyes... #

(Squeals)

(Screams)

(Screams)

(Screams)

Going to cost more to tow it back

than the bloody thing's worth.

Insurance job. Should have just left it.

Townies run off the road, knock posts down

and wander into the bush.

Bloody locals have got to drop everything

and go looking for them.

- He's back.

- Hey?

- I said he's back.

- Who's back?

An old friend.

- Benny! Benny!

- What do you want, Jake?

- You were there.

- We were where?

You and Dicko. You saw it.

- What was it we saw?

- All right. Where's Dicko?

Dicko didn't see it.

He didn't see any boars or any women.

(C*cks rifle)

Bye, Jake.

Silly old bugger.

Now get off, you.

Bye, Jake.

Cut it out, you mongrel! Just cut it out!

Carl. It's beautiful.

'... claims that

the kangaroo is becoming extinct? '

What do you mean, she's missing?

- It was an accident.

- My fault.

'How many razorbacks

would you kill in a season? '

- 'There isn't a season.'

- Shouldn't have let her go.

'Blasting the sh*t out of a razorback

brightens up my day.'

(Man) That's Jake Cullen.

Excuse me.

Can you tell me who runs this place?

Yeah. Me.

I'd like to reserve a room for the night.

I'll give you a bed out the back.

- Where can I find Jake Cullen?

- Jake?

Nowadays he's out about Ten Train Road.

turn left at the junction,

follow the road right through to the end.

- How about a taxi or a car for hire?

- Taxi?

I haven't seen a taxi here

since about 1953 and he was lost.

Listen, you better take my old bomb.

Just top up the tank when you get back.

- You sure?

- Sure. I'll look after your bag.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

I'd watch the steering.

She gets a bit wobbly over the ton.

OK. Back soon.

To the left!

How's it going?

- Same as usual.

- Bit dusty, huh?

Yeah.

My name's Carl Winters.

Yeah?

Jake Cullen, right?

What's it to you?

You were one of the last

to see my wife alive.

- Your wife?

- Beth Winters.

Oh, yes.

The kangaroo woman.

It's too bad. I'm sorry.

Thought you might know

what happened to her.

Razorbacks.

Vicious, sh*t-eating godless vermin.

God and the devil couldn't have created

a more despicable species. Here.

See this fella? I blew half of his hind

quarters away and he kept coming.

Usually the concussion alone is enough

to knock most animals rotten but...

But your razorback doesn't have

a nervous system like most animals.

It's only got two states of being -

dangerous or dead.

- Nothing in between.

- That's very interesting.

- Now tell me about my wife.

- I sort through their droppings.

- You learn a lot from droppings.

- Droppings?

Boar sh*t.

You're giving me a lesson in wildlife.

It's my wife we're talking about.

"The kangaroo woman". You make it sound

as if she has a goddamn pouch.

Now, listen, son. You and me,

we got something in common.

I know what you're going through.

Then help me.

- No proof.

- I'm not asking for proof.

Just give me some place to start.

Try the Petpak cannery.

(Carl) Hello?

- Hi. What are you doing?

- The smell brings the flies in.

I've got to put these lights up

so they don't clean me out.

- American, are you?

- Ah, no. Canadian.

Canadians are American, aren't they?

Hop up.

(Growling)

- Dicko!

- Hang on! I'm busy!

I got an American out here!

- Bugger. Eh, this is er...

- Bill.

He's gonna get a ride out with us

to the diggings, mate.

Why don't you give Dicko a hand

until we go?

- (Benny sniggers)

- Here. Take the spade.

Welcome to Petpak.

You idiot! I told you to watch it!

What are you trying to do? Blow us up?

Get away!

What do you think you're doing,

Wallace, you idiot!

- I'll follow you.

- No, ride with us. Save yourself a dollar.

- That's not necessary.

- You can give Turner's car back tomorrow.

Look out for the piggy-wiggies, Wallace!

Hey, Ben. I'm out!

- You over here on your holidays then?

- Yeah.

Yeah. I guess you guys hunt roos

in this thing, huh?

Yeah. You do any hunting in Canuck land?

- Deer.

- Sweetheart.

Get it? Dear?

- Hey! Hey!

- Yeah, that's Sarah Cameron's place.

Hey, you can always pop in

for a quick... visit.

(Sniggering)

- Sorry?

- Yeah, you'd be sorry all right.

You would be, yeah.

Homey-poo!

After you! After you!

(Manic laughter)

Come in.

Watch your step here, Bill.

We've got plenty of bunks down here.

- No, I've reserved a room in town.

- No, we wouldn't hear of it.

We like a guest. And you'll be closer

to the diggings here.

Dicko's gonna burn us some snags.

- Snags?

- You know, bangers.

- Mystery bags.

- What?

- Sausages.

- Oh, yeah.

I'm really beat. If I could use your shower,

I'd like to lay down for an hour.

Shower? You can hose off

under the tank if you like.

There you go, Bill.

This is your bunk here, mate.

Nice and soft, eh?

That's a good one for you.

You can punch a few Zs away there, mate.

Do you want a rum?

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