Sleeping Dogs Page #5

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- Let him go!

- Stop, Bullen, he's hurt!

(Tires screech)

- You can't just leave him...

- We did it, boy! We're on our way!

You can't just leave him there,

you bastard!

(Tires screech)

(Shotguns)

- Are you OK?

- Yeah, I'm all right.

The bastards closed the whole place off!

Go, you crazy bastard! Get 'em!

Hold on, boy! Here we go! Yippee!

Jesus!

What?

Get the bloody thing out of here!

- Keep going!

- Are they after us?

Jesus, get going, you bugger!

Take it easy, you mad bastard!

You want to bloody kill us? Jesus Christ!

Here...

Right...

Argh!

Come on, get out of there!

Will you bloody get out?

What the hell's the matter with you?

- What's got into you?

- Leave me alone!

(Distant sound of vehicles)

Get down.

Aaagh! Aaagh!

Aaaargh!

Come on.

We got the bastards, didn't we, Bullen?

Hey, didn't we?

The easiest thing in the world.

They just go through the gate

and bam, they go up! Simple!

You just pull a trigger...

...and they go down.

If they get up again, you pull the trigger

and they go down again.

- Just another Special. It doesn't matter.

- Agh! Aah...

Hell of a place for a picnic.

No, I... I know it.

It's, uh... a peaked cap.

Have you seen a peaked cap?

I've lost it in the bush somewhere.

All right. Come on.

Hurry up.

(Helicopters whirring)

What the hell do you think you're doing,

you bloody idiot? Get down!

Isn't this what you want, what you do?

You've got to learn to do as you're told!

If doing what I'm told means

taking orders from you, Bullen,

then you can stick it!

Where the hell do you think you're going?

Where are you going?

Well, bloody well go then!

(Helicopter whirrs overhead)

(Whirring fades)

(Whirring overhead)

(Orders given over radio)

(Aircraft engines roar)

'Chopper One to Blue Section.

Get the hell out of here!'

(Explosions)

'Going in for a second attack

on impact area.'

(Distant screams)

Aaaagh! Aaagh! Aaagh! Aaaagh!

(Groaning)

Jesus! You poor bastard.

(Groans)

Come on. We've got to get out of here.

Ugh... Ugh!

Aagh!

- Come on.

- Ugh!

(Aircraft engines roar)

(Birds singing)

(Bullen groans)

Ugh!

(Breathes heavily)

(Smithy) Brilliant revolution.

Two guys shitting themselves in the bush.

Just because they knocked out

one little camp,

doesn't mean they've won

the whole bloody war.

Where are we?

What do you mean, "where are we"?

You bloody well got us here!

You can get us out.

There are some... farms...

...on the other side of the peninsula.

If we can just get over the mountains...

You must be joking.

You can't even bloody well walk!

Christ, look at you!

Who'd bust up a marriage over that?

All right, get up.

Get up!

Ugh...

Now let's get moving.

I'm... not going to be able to make it,

Smithy.

Why don't you just piss off?

Gloria'll never know.

Yeah, but I would.

I'm sorry, Smithy.

(Distant animal cries)

Don't look at the brook.

- Hang on to me. Hang on to me.

- Aagh!

- Hang on to me!

- Aagh!

Aah... Aagh!

Ohh!

(Pants)

Uhh...

Uhh... Aagh!

(Sobs quietly)

(Continues sobbing)

( Dramatic music)

Ugh!

This way.

(Coughing)

Take it easy.

We're there, Bull!

We're there, Bull!

You're not gonna believe this, boy.

Come on, Bull. Come on.

We're... We're there.

(Laughter)

Look at that!

(They laugh)

You beauty!

We beat them, Bull.

We beat those bloody bastards.

We beat those bastards.

We're here, Bull. They couldn't stop us.

Sh*t, I never thought

we'd bloody get here.

Hey, Bull?

Hey, Bull?

Listen, Bull, I'll go down to the farm

and get some help, all right?

It's gonna be all right, Bull.

Hey, Smithy.

Hey, Smithy... Smithy!

Smithy!

We did it, boy.

Yeah, we did it! We did it!

Look out!

(Gunfire)

Aaagh! Smithy...

Aagh!

Ugh! Aaagh! Smithy!

(Gunfire)

Not you, Bull, you poor bastard.

- You poor old bugger.

- Leave me here.

It's gonna be all right.

It'll be OK, I promise.

Loudhailer!

Smith!

Put down your weapons

and come out into the open!

Bastards!

You bastards!

- You bastards!

- Smith!

Give yourself up!

You're completely surrounded.

Jesus, they're really

pouring them in, Bull.

(Jesperson) I've got 12 armed men up

here and there are more on their way.

We'll give you one minute

and then we're coming down.

Let them take me, Smithy.

Let them take me.

You'll be OK, Bull.

I'll look after you, mate.

I'll look after you. Don't worry about

that. I won't let 'em get you, Bull.

Smith!

This is your last chance!

(Gun c*cks)

It's gonna be all right, Bull.

(Splutters)

Smith, I'm not waiting any longer!

Don't push me, Smith!

Well...

Well, here goes, mate.

This is it.

Don't fire!

Well, what are you waiting for?

Shoot me.

Shoot me!

Come on, shoot me, shoot me!

Isn't that what you want me for?

Come on, what are you waiting for?

Pull the trigger, Jesperson!

Come back here! Come back here!

(Gunshot)

Smith!

Smith, I want you alive!

( ARIEL RAILWAY:

"Sleeping Dogs")

And I find myself

Back on the road again

There was really nothing there

to try

It don't make much difference

For the time was surely slipping away

Turn your back on it all

And let sleeping dogs lie

The winds have changed,

they blow colder now

The time for regrets is done

And these black clouds rolling in

from the south

Well, they seem to be driving me on

When it comes to leaving

There's one thing I surely know

That if staying around

don't look too easy

It's even harder to go

And I find myself

Back on the road again

Don't even understand the reason why

It don't make much difference

For the time is surely slipping away

Turn your back on it all

And let sleeping dogs lie...

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