Red Dog Page #3

And I know

it used to be home...

Well, whisk me away

I'll be yours for a day

In heavenly fields

we can roam...

Whoa, oh, oh

You're my clean white love

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

What are ya doing to me?

What are you doing

to my head?

Whoa, oh, oh

You're my clean white love

Whoa, oh, oh

You're too clean white love

I give my heart

on the morning...

Really?

Everybody's

looking for a fix, hey

Sell me a sign

I'll cut the telephone line

Just to keep

expectations alive...

Hello, Red. Hello! Come on. Up.

The feeling is blind

Though I climbed up

You're looking divine

Sell me it straight...

Red Dog! Red!

Keep on breaking

the rules, ohh

Whoa, oh, oh

You're my clean white love

Whoa, oh, oh

You're too clean white love

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

What are ya doing to me?

What are you doing

to my head?

Whoa, oh, oh

You're my clean white love

Whoa, oh, oh,

you're too clean...

Yep, Red was a real

matchmaker, alright.

Red Dog is reason

I met my most bella wife.

Do you remember? It was

the day Red Dog was shot.

- Red Dog was shot?

- Oh, yes.

After his first

great tight with Red Cat.

- Why would anyone shoot him?

- Because he won.

No, he did not win

his first fight with Red Cat,

but Red Dog was not

a normal poochie.

He was smart, very, very smart,

and brave.

Get out! Get! You dirty,

filthy, whoring hound!

- Johnny boy!

- Yeah?

Phone.

Hello.

He's over here!

Hey, buddy. Hey.

Oh, what have they done to you?

Ohh. What do you think?

I can stop the bleeding, but

we have to get him to a vet.

That's four hours.

Three and a half, mate,

the way I drive.

Don't you dare die on me,

you damn dog.

Don't you dare die.

You're OK.

So, who do you think did it?

Evil cribbages.

They live on pig shouts

and they hate the doggies.

What makes you think

he has a rifle?

- I know.

- How do you know that?

After Jumbo Smelt

was eaten in the leg

all the men with gun...

...went out to kill the sharky.

I'm glad they didn't kill it.

Why?

You never know when

you might need a shark.

What in God's red earth

would you need a shark for?

Say you woke up

one fine morning

and didn't find it so fine.

Being eaten by a shark is

rather a memorable way to go.

You would not talk this way

if you laugh once in a while.

I laugh.

- Never.

- He's right, mate.

I've never even

heard you chuckle.

Maybe you haven't noticed,

but Dampier's no three-ring

bloody circus, is it?

In my home village of Abruzzi

there was always

laughter, always.

I don't even think

there is an Abruzzi.

You probably come from some

piss-ugly town in Albania

and are trying to pass.

Vannoski!

That is not funny.

Yuri Vannoski.

Dimitri Vannoski.

Knitter.

- What did you call me?

- I called you a knitter!

What kind of a man

knits a sweater?

Shut up! Give Red Dog

some peace, for Godsakes!

It'S OK. It'll be OK.

Well, he got lucky.

The bullets missed the bone.

I saved them for you.

Well, look at that.

- How long will he need to stay?

- Just a couple of hours.

It's my shout, boys.

You alright?

Red's gonna need

to come back in two weeks.

- That's a long bloody drive.

- Yeah.

I could try and take

the stitches out for you.

No.

I will take him.

It would be an honour.

2 WEEKS LATER

Idiota, idiota, idiota!

3 WEEKS LATER

His nose, it is, uh, very dry.

I cannot sleep.

4 WEEKS LATER

Yes, a worm.

A big white worm.

5 WEEKS LATER

I am sorry they give you

enema last time.

This time I promise

to ask her out.

OK, OK, OK.

I ask her out

and give you big meat, huh?

No. After.

I can't see any glass.

I wonder, you know, sometime,

I and you together maybe...

Are you asking me out?

I do.

Arggh!

Well?

Yes, I, Vincenzio

Alberto Girolomo,

ask you, bella Rosa, out.

A round of drinks on me

for my bella Rosa, my bello

child Giovanni and Red Dog.

He saved my life once. True.

Yeah? How did he do that?

Everyone that ends up

in this part of the country

has something

they're running away from.

Hang on.

Lack of money, broken heart,

violent acts, loss of hope.

We all have a story

we left behind.

10 years ago, my wife and girl

were killed in an auto accident

when I was driving.

Oh, Jesus,I... I'm sorry.

What Vanno said was true.

I... I hadn't laughed in years.

Then one fine morning I woke up

and I didn't find it so fine.

Oh, g'day, Jumbo.

Couldn't stand a drink

for me poor nerves and

me throbbing scar, could you?

No worries, Jumbo.

Throbbing something

horrible all night.

And what do I hear this morning?

Me old nemesis, Lord Nelson,

is back off Hansen's Cove,

swimming back and forth,

carefree as a kiss.

Huh.

I feel like

Captain bloody Hook.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Hey, mate, can you grab

us a cold one out of the esky?

Oh, g'day, mate.

Get it!

Where are you,

you lazy-arse fish?

- Hey, get out of it, you mongrel!

- That's my steak!

Drop that steak!

- Jocko!

- Get out!

Shark!

- Faster!

- Get in, Jocko!

Ah!

Do you want to die?

Get rid of the steak!

Get in!

You alright?

Wasn't for Red Dog and

that prime hunk of red meat,

you'd be looking

at fish bait.

Hello?

Oh, uh. Wait.

Wait a second. Uh...

A gentleman.

Four sisters.

Ah. Well...

Oh, yeah, sorry. Sorry.

Yeah.

So, whatever happened

to them?

- Who?

- Nancy and John.

Uno, dos,

one, two, tres, cuatro.

Up, up, Up, Up.

Yeah!

Not that song!

Hey.

Excuse me, guys.

Oh, here we go,

here we go, here we go.

Speech!

Speech! Speech! Speech!

- Speech!

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

What do you think I'm standing

up here for, the weather?

- How's the weather?

- Hot!

Now, most of you blokes

have no idea

what we're celebrating

here tonight.

You heard there was

free beer and food

and you came swarming out of

the night like locusts.

He's not a bad bloke

for a seppo.

But I'm here to tell you

there's something deeper

going on here tonight.

We're celebrating

a unique moment in my life.

- Sedentariness.

- Did he say he was on drugs?

Nah, I think he's joining

the priesthood.

Now, I've been in Dampier

two years and one day.

That is one day longer

than I've ever been

in any single place

my whole life.

- Why, you ask? Why? Why?

- Why?

Why in this glorious

armpit of the North-West?

One reason.

One incredibly

beautiful reason.

I am hopelessly in love

with Nancy Grey,

and I am not afraid to tell

the world about it, or her.

Uh... Huh.

Nancy Jane Grey...

...will you marry me?

John Grant...

...I Will!

Now, go home!

- Lovely party.

- Mmm.

I think we should

go to my place.

Or we could just go

into my bed.

Which two of your mates

are passed out in.

Red Dog, you stay.

You hear me?

I'll be back in the morning.

Go back to sleep,

beautiful.

I'll see you tonight, OK?

Hello?

Oh, hello, Nancy.

It's Jocko.

Hello, Jocko.

How's your head?

What head?

Some joker's replaced it

with a swollen pumpkin.

- Have you seen John?

- Why?

Well, he never

showed up for work.

He left my place early

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