Sleeping Dogs Page #2

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and a way of life

'New Zealanders can be proud of.'

It's about bloody time, too.

Drop it, drop it.

Go on, drop it, you silly...

See the stick, see the stick.

Come here, come here.

Come on, come on.

G'day.

Go on!

How's it going out on the island?

Good.

Bloody possums are digging up my garden,

though.

You ought to lay some poison.

No, the dog might eat it.

A gun's what I need.

Yeah.

A gun's the story.

I, uh... I found an old radio.

Old Army one.

At least, that's what it looks like.

Sort of a two-way job, you know?

Yeah, well, that's possible.

During the war,

they set up caches all around this area

in case the Japs invaded.

(Chuckles)

There's stuff dug into hillsides

all over the place.

- Pretty useless now.

- No, it goes.

It's got a new battery and everything.

It's been good.

I had mates all afternoon.

You'll have heard the result

of the referendum, then?

Nah, I'm not interested in that stuff.

(Water lap)

You know, I really like it here.

He could at least pay some maintenance

for the kids!

No! I'll get a job first.

You're not getting any job.

- Left, right! Left, right!

- What the hell...! Run!

Left, right! Left, right!

(Screams)

Get your bloody hands off her!

Aaah!

Oh, Jesus! Aaah!

You bastards!

Run!

Oh, Jesus!

They got... They got my ID card.

(Seagulls squawk)

Hi, I was looking at your boat.

It's leaking a bit.

Where's Cousins?

I don't know.

Probably up in the channel, fishing.

(Chirping)

(Owl hoots)

(Distant explosions)

Jesus.

(Chirping, buzzing)

(Dog barks)

What's going on? Let me go!

What the...!

Aaargh!

What do you want? Christ! Let me go!

(Groans)

Jesus...!

Do you know him?

That's Cousins.

( Dramatic music)

Hey, I know him. Stop! I know him!

I know him!

Bloody ask him! He'll tell you!

Oh, Jesus Christ...

Ask him. He'll tell you.

Look, I know that jack.

What's his name?

(Pants)

(Squealing)

(Distant cries of pain)

Jesperson.

Open up, you bastards!

I want to see Jesperson!

I want to see Jesperson!

(Distant tortured cries)

(Cries continue)

(Footsteps approach)

(Pants)

(Footsteps)

Smith. I'm sorry

I didn't recognize you the other day.

- School.

- Right.

I read your file.

- Can you get me out of here?

- It's not going to be all that easy.

Please, what's...

What's going on? I mean, I...

I don't even know

what I'm supposed to have done.

Well, Smith, there really are

quite a few things, aren't there?

I mean, you haven't registered,

you had in your possession

an illegal weapon and ammunition,

you had an illegal radio transmitter,

you're an associate

of two known saboteurs.

Hidden on various parts of your island

were explosives and a variety of weapons.

Under present law,

just for the items in your possession,

a military court could have you executed.

Executed?

I can explain all those things.

I'm not interested in your explanations.

Listen, it will take perhaps two months

to fully prepare a trial.

You will be convicted and shot.

What?

Unless you make a full confession.

Voluntary, of course.

How do you mean? Confess to what?

Well, that you're a revolutionary.

Give a full and detailed account

of who supports you,

where your arms and supplies

come from

and that your aim is the overthrow

of established democratic values.

- But it's not true.

- If you made this statement,

then I would be able to guarantee you

safe passage out of this country.

You would have your life,

you would have freedom.

It wouldn't be true,

I'm not a revolutionary.

Does that matter?

The details of the revolutionary movement

are true enough.

The rest isn't important.

It's important to me!

Do you want to be shot?

Because that's your choice.

I'd have to leave the country?

We couldn't let you stay here, could we?

Within six months,

you'd be part of the revolution.

I've told you before, I'm nothing

to do with the revolution!

I'm nothing to do with anybody

with the revolution!

Tomorrow there will be a car

to take you to the television station.

You'll find a prepared statement there.

You'll have time to familiarize yourself

with it beforehand.

Urgh!

- Oh, filthy pig!

- (Coughs)

- Hey!

- Argh!

Stop!

Stop that man!

Stop him!

Stop that man!

Stop him! Stop!

Get out of it!

(Siren wails)

We're in luck.

Where's Gloria?

She's away.

With Bullen?

Have they got the kids with them?

The kids are being looked after.

They're fine.

Jesus. What a mess.

What am I gonna do?

Smithy, I don't know.

I can't do much.

I've got an address,

someone who might be able to help you.

In Rotorua.

Rotorua? How am I...?

How the hell am I going to get there?

(Screams)

( Dramatic music)

Oh... sorry.

If he comes here,

notify the Special Police, immediately.

Do you understand that?

(Knocks on door)

Are you looking for something?

Oh... I'm looking for a Miss Thompson.

Elsie Thompson.

Yes?

What do you want?

Look, sorry to bother you, but I was told

to see if you could give me some help.

What sort of help?

I need somewhere to stay.

Out of the way.

You're Mr. Smith, aren't you?

Yes. You've shaved your beard off.

But I'm afraid you can't stay here.

Have you tried the motel?

I'm sure Mr. Burton will give you

some odd jobs about the place.

- You wouldn't mind, would you?

- Is that a good idea?

You'd be perfectly safe. He doesn't have

many... Well, he doesn't have any guests.

But we really can't go on

calling you Mr. Smith, can we?

Er...

What about Brown?

Barry Brown. Do you like that?

Er, well, it's...

It's certainly different.

I'm sure you'll be very comfortable.

There's only Mr. Burton and Mary,

the girl who works there.

What she does I can't think.

Well... Look, I'll go and ring them.

Oh, by the way, there is one thing.

He's rather apt to hit the bottle.

You don't mind, do you?

No.

Good.

(Telephone rings)

(Mower rumbling)

- Turn it off!

- Eh?

- Turn that bloody thing off!

- I can't hear...

- Turn that bloody thing off!

- I'll turn it off!

I just had a call. A party of tourists

have booked in for the end of the month.

- We're in business!

- Good.

25 of them. A whole house full.

Maybe next month we'll even get paid.

- Mary's going to be run off her feet.

- How long are they here for?

They didn't say, but weekly rates.

A fortnight of fishing and frolic, eh?

Oh, I nearly forgot. We've got

an one-nighter booked in tonight as well.

- Business is really booming.

- Yep.

(Drunken singing)

Shove it up your jumper...

Eh, you bastard?

All right...

How's your mother...

(Mary) How's your father?

And he's down!

- You all right, Bill?

- Here, and... ah!

(Laughs helplessly)

- Here you are.

- Oh, my bum!

- Good night, you old bugger.

- Night, all!

All right, here we go.

- All right, here we go. Which way...?

- Here we go. In there.

Quick! Aah!

(Laughs)

Not half bad.

Sh-sh-ssh!

Hey, no... No.

Get off, you! Stop it.

- No!

- Oh!

There, you!

- There it goes.

- And boom!

I'm sorry about the socks.

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