Snowtown Page #5

You wanna go me, do you? Uh?

Club me in the f***in'

head again, mate. Go on.

OK! Hey! Hey!

[JAMIE CRIES]

- Piss off!

- Hey, come here.

He was my f***ing friend.

He was a f***ing junkie.

He was my friend.

Come on, look at me.

What?

He was my f***ing friend,

and you killed him.

He f***ing deserved it, mate.

Come here. Come here.

Calm down.

Calm down.

Calm down. Calm down.

Hey? Calm down.

What if that was your mother?

What if that was one of

your brothers, hey?

He was my f***ing friend.

And he was a f***ing waste,

wasn't he?

Big f***ing junkie, eh?

I'm only looking after you, mate.

- I'm looking after you.

- Let go!

I'm looking after you.

[JAMIE TAKES DEEP

QUICK BREATHS]

When you calm

the f*** down...

you do what you need to do.

That's his card.

Alright?

F*** you.

Go and pack his clothes up.

Go on.

F*** you, man.

Get out of here.

[METALLIC BANGING

SOUND FADES IN]

[SLOW GUITAR FADES IN]

[MUSIC AND METALLIC

BANGING CONTINUE]

[METALLIC BANGING

AND MUSIC FADE OUT]

VERNA:
There's this chick that I

know, known her for a lot of years,

And she had this boyfriend,

partner, thing, whatever.

And she actually found that guy in

bed with her daughter.

JOHN:

How old was his daughter?

She was about six or

seven at the time.

She kicked him out for maybe,

I don't know, 48 hours...

then took him back into her

home with that daughter...

and just let him live there.

Just let that f***er live

in her house.

JOHN:
You wouldn't do that,

would ya?

- VERNA:
F*** no.

- JOHN:
What would you do?

VERNA:
Oh, first chance

I got, I would f***ing...

probably skin his penis.

What about you, Nigel?

What would you do, mate?

NIGEL:
Shove a .38 up his

arse and pull the trigger.

- That's it?

- VERNA:
That's too easy.

JOHN:
What do you reckon

before that?

Come on, I know.

I can see something in you.

There's something else you'd do

before that, wouldn't you?

Yeah, I'd kick the absolute

f*** out of him. Cut his throat.

Yeah. Break every

f***in' bone in his body.

Cut his cock off, shove it

in his mouth. See ya later.

VERNA:
Say, 'how the

f*** do you like it?'

Put a f***ing candle

in the cock eye,

see you later, happy birthday

and then up the arse, right?

NIGEL:
Just shove some bloody

waterproof match heads up his dick.

ROBERT:
F***ing nice.

What about you, mate.

What would you do?

Don't be a f***ing p*ssy, mate.

Have a go.

- ELIZABETH:
Stop it, John.

- Stop what?

Just your mean sh*t.

Are you saying it's okay

for these people...

to just go on with what

they're doing?

WOMAN:
You should just

get 'em all in one--

It's just not even about that

anymore, mate.

WOMAN:

-- And blow them all up.

What are you even

f***ing talking about, Liz?

It's not about that.

It's not f***ing mean if you kick the

sh*t out of some diseased prick.

He f***ing deserves it.

It's an Australian f***ing

tradition anyway.

Hey?

Look at Anzac Day,

for Christ's sake.

The whole country applauds

a bunch of blokes...

who killed and tortured men,

don't they?

Why do they do that?

Because they f***ing deserved it,

didn't they?

See, I don't get it. What's the

difference between me ...

putting the boot in a

f***ing pink one...

- and them killing a yellow c*nt?

- You don't have a badge.

- I don't have a badge?

- You don't have a badge.

That's it.

Where's my f***ing parade?

WOMAN:
Yeah, where's your day?

JOHN:
You find something

funny, mate?

What do you think about this?

If they don't touch me,

I don't care.

That'd be right, wouldn't it?

MARK:
Well that attitude is

why it keeps going on, isn't it?

VERNA:
Not going to wait

for you to protect my kids.

MARK:
Leave it.

Leave him out of it.

Hmm.

You wanna say something, Troy?

MAN:
People like that

just walk away.

VERNA:
Exactly. People that walk

away and shut their f***ing eyes -

MARCUS:
He's the smart one.

VERNA:
Why is he the smart one,

walking away?

He's just shutting his eyes to

something that's so real and out there.

No, he just doesn't need to

be here, listening to all this...

bravado about what you do.

Like, honestly.

Would you do that sh*t?

I came here for dinner, alright?

VERNA:
Well you had your dinner,

now f*** off.

GROUP [SINGING]:

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

You look like a monkey

And you smell

like one too!

- Hip hip!

- Hooray!

[PARTY HORNS BLOW]

Wow, a Sega game!

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYS]

[LAUGHTER]

[MUSIC FADES OUT]

[BANGING, GROANS]

TROY:
What the f***!

[TROY YELLS]

[FIGHTING NOISES]

[TROY SCREAMS]

- JOHN:
Get his head. Got it?

- ROBERT:
Yep.

JOHN:
Yep!

[HANDCUFFS CLOSING]

[TROY GRUNTS]

JOHN:
Yes!

[TROY GRUNTS, SCREAMS]

[UNINTELLIGIBLE CONVERSATION]

[TROY SCREAMS]

JOHN:
Turn the telly on.

[TROY SCREAMS]

[FISHING SHOW

PLAYS LOUDLY ON TV]

TROY:
No!

Get the f***ing bag.

[TROY YELLS]

[SCREAMS]

F*** off!

[TROY SCREAMS]

[SCREAMS FAINT]

[KIDS SHOUTING]

JOHN:
Get back

in here now.

I said f***in' now.

[KETTLE WHISTLES]

[JOHN SIGHS]

You gotta see this.

Come on.

Get up.

[HEAVY BREATHING]

I can't f***ing take it anymore, Mum.

Can't f***in' take it anymore, Mum.

I don't want to f***ing live here.

I don't wanna f***ing live here.

I'm going away.

I'm going away.

Don't you f***ing call me.

Don't you f***ing call me.

I f***ing hate you.

I f***ing hate you.

[CLICKS RECORDER]

Troy.

Hey, hey.

Look who's here.

Jamie.

JOHN:
What did I say?

TROY:

I'm sorry, master.

Please forgive me.

I'm sick.

- Good boy.

- Cure me.

Good boy.

[TROY GAGS]

[TROY STOPS GAGGING]

Stop.

Head up, head up.

Again.

[TROY GAGS]

[METALLIC RATTLING]

[GAGS]

Stop.

[TROY BREATHS]

Again.

[GAGS]

Stop.

[TROY BREATHS]

Again.

[TROY GAGS]

Stop.

[TROY BREATHS]

Again.

Stop.

[TROY BREATHS]

And again.

Just f***ing do it!

[TROY GAGS]

JOHN:
Stop.

[JAMIE CRIES]

[TROY GAGS]

[JAMIE CRIES]

[TROY GAGS]

[RATTLING STOPS]

[BREATHING STOPS]

[JAMIE CRIES]

Hey.

Hey.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Come on, Jamie.

[BRAKES SCREECH,

ENGINE STOPS]

How was your weekend?

- Good. Yep.

- Was it good?

You sure? Were you good?

Were you good?

Yeah, I was good.

[ELIZABETH SNIFFLES]

What was the fight about?

Money.

Do you know where he went?

[BEEP]

TROY ON ANSWERING MACHINE:

Mum, it's me, Troy.

I've gotta get away.

I can't f***ing take it anymore, Mum.

I don't wanna f***ing live here.

I f***ing hate you, Mum.

Don't you f***ing call me.

I'm going away.

[BEEP]

WOMAN ON ANSWERING MACHINE:

Hello Mum?

I just wanted to call and tell you

that I've met someone...

And his name's Andy.

Andy wants me to

live up north...

so I'm going to.

Don't worry, you'd like him.

He's not like the others.

Love you.

Bye.

[BEEP]

JOHN:

Hi Mum, it's me, Fred.

FRED:

Hi Mum, it's me, Fred.

JOHN:

I'm on my way to Perth.

FRED:

I'm on my way to Perth.

[SHOWER RUNNING]

JOHN:

I met a really nice girl.

FRED:

I met a really nice girl.

JOHN:
I'll be back some

time after Christmas.

FRED:
I'll be back some

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