Razorback Page #3

'I knew you'd be a fun group when

I saw you with the whoopee cushions.'

(Laughs)

(Growling)

(TV) 'You will all give me

your names and relatives.'

(Growling)

Wakey, wakey, hands off snakey!

- We're going hunting, mate.

- Hunting? Tonight?

You don't shoot roos in the daylight.

They can't see the spotlight.

There you are. Don't be shy.

Great. You don't get many strangers

up this way, huh?

Nah. Tourist coach about once a week.

That's all.

What about that American woman,

Beth Winters?

- That grunter from New York?

- What happened to her?

Cops say she fell down a mine shaft.

- Friend of yours, was she?

- Me? No.

- You come from over there, don't you?

- Never met her, though.

- I don't go along with animal welfare.

- How come you came to Petpak?

How come you came down our place?

Jake Cullen said you guys

knew a lot about opal mining.

Did he? What else did he say?

- Nothing.

- Oh.

That's all right, then.

You don't want to listen to him, mate.

He's as mad as a meat axe.

Yep. You know what?

He murdered his grandson.

Is that right?

Kid disappeared. They tried Jake

but they couldn't convict him.

They didn't have enough evidence.

Kid vanished. It must have been him.

Maybe he fell down a mine shaft, too.

You know your trouble?

You ask too many bloody questions.

You writing a book or something

about this Winters woman?

Not me.

You gonna hold onto that all night?

Get a blanket. Gets cold enough to freeze

the balls off a brass monkey.

Did you ever see them castrating lambs?

We'll have to take you out

to do that one day.

(Snorts)

(Sings)

You work the spot, Bill,

so Dicko can shoot.

Unless we see a mob of big reds.

Then you'll have to drive

so I can shoot too.

Spot's behind you.

For Christ's sake, mate,

don't switch it on until you get up there.

Now just swing it around slow

like you're doing a spotlight.

You hold it there while I cut the donk.

You cut their dogs?

(Both) The motor.

No! No! Left, left, left!

Down! Down! Up!

That's it. Beautiful.

It's beautiful.

See? See how it's mesmerised

with the spot?

Beautiful big brown eyes.

F*** me!

- There!

- God. God!

- What?

- It's still alive.

Of course it is. You don't kill it outright.

It'd go stiff as jerky

before you had time to butcher it.

- (Vomits)

- Strewth!

Charming! Charming! Charming!

- Must have been the snags.

- Sure smells like it.

What's up, Billy?

That snag turn in your gut, did it?

You only had to holler if you wanted to barf!

Give me the rifle. Give me the rifle!

No way! Why do you want it?

What are you doing? Leave it alone!

You killed it! What did you want

to bloody go and do that for?

You better finish it off now.

Skin it and gut it.

Pretty tough hombre, aren't you?

Do you chuck up

when you're shooting deer?

That's mine. See you, Skip.

You're in the middle of bugger all here

so for Christ's sake don't go walkabout.

We'll be back in five or six hours.

(Eerie animal noises)

(Birdcall)

Wakey, wakey, hands off snakey!

(Laughs maniacally)

(Growling)

(Eerie animal cries)

(Squealing)

Can't swim... You can't swim!

You can't get me!

You can't get me!

Oh! Oh, God!

No!

No, you!

(Both scream)

It's OK. It's OK.

Good morning.

What happened to you out there?

Car break down?

The Baker brothers.

Benny and Dicko took me shooting.

Yeah, that'd be their idea of a joke.

- Some boars chased me.

- You were chased by boars?

Dozens of them.

I spent the night up a windmill tower.

At the pumping shed? God, they've busted

through the north boundary.

- You ever heard of Beth Winters?

- Animal campaigner? Yep.

- She's my wife.

- She wasn't very popular around here.

So I gather.

- Do you know what happened to her?

- She fell down a mine shaft.

Lie still. Lie down. Keep still, huh?

If the boars had you surrounded,

how the hell did you get away?

- Sorry.

- I don't know.

Something big scared them away.

Like what?

I don't know. But it was huge.

As big as a rhino.

You just lie still.

I've got to make a call, OK?

Sarah tells me you've seen the boar.

The razorback. Come on, boy!

- I'm not sure. I didn't see it clearly.

- Tusks around about so.

I couldn't say. It was a long way away.

- I'm going out there.

- Could it be the same one?

Lt'll do me.

(Sarah) Wait. I'll get the dart gun.

Jake!

You're not going to stop him with a.303.

I won't stop him with a dart.

- We can get a transmitter on him.

- I don't want to track him.

I want to nail the bastard's hide

outside the pub so everyone can see.

Take the dart gun. Please.

Thank you.

What's with him? Doesn't he care about

anything but his goddamn razorbacks?

One of them got into his house

and took his grandson.

It was a razorback?

He's had a private war going ever since.

Took his grandson. His daughter.

And his pride.

That boar destroyed his life.

Come on, Spider.

Come on. We've got a long wait.

Here, boy. Here. Here, boy. Yeah.

'Ln South Australia, instead of mowing

your lawn, you can smoke it.'

(Laughs)

(Growling)

(Squealing)

(Laughs)

Oi!

What are you trying to do?

Drown the flies?

- What are you doing?

- Putting a tag on it.

I keep track of their migration that way.

I got a grant to carry out research.

It's more work but I need the cash.

- So you're here all alone?

- Yep.

Jake drops in regularly.

He's supposed to be my stockman

but I can't get him to take any pay.

- What's wrong?

- Oh, nothing. I...

I've never seen anyone in Dad's trousers

since he died. It looks good.

Next time he comes back this way

I catch him and check his growth.

- There it is.

- Yeah.

How long have you been

all by yourself here?

My mum died last year.

Jake's never more than

a radio message away.

Must be tough.

It wasn't so bad a couple of years back.

Now these boars are eating us

out of house and home.

- Why has it gotten so bad?

- We're not exactly sure.

A lot of them are diseased.

They've got worms and parasites.

The sicker they get,

the hungrier they become.

Lately Jake's been finding their teeth.

They've been cannibalising their young.

It's not normal.

I dissected a sow last week.

Guess what I found.

- A stress ulcer.

- Boars worry?

Yeah. Lately something's

been worrying them a lot.

Jesus wept.

It's him, Spider. The big fella.

Sarah was right.

It's gonna take a lot to stop him.

Go!

Die, you murdering bastard!

Die!

Dart!

(Screams)

They'll believe me now.

I'm sorry, son.

The electronic gizmo. Switch it on.

Gotcha, you murderous bastard.

- Where is he?

- Hang on, Jake. Give me a minute.

Three miles west of the pumping shed.

No water in 30 miles. He's got to come

to the water hole to drink.

- If you couldn't stop him...

- He's bacon.

- Get some help.

- No, he's mine.

That.458 your father keeps

around the place.

- That ought to slow him down.

- Be careful, you old goat.

(Sarah) Sorry.

Didn't agree with her ideas

but I'm sure she was a good woman.

I never...

What?

The day she disappeared

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