Snowtown Page #6
time after Christmas.
JOHN:
Bye.
FRED:
Bye.
DOCTOR:
How are you, alright?
Mm-hmm.
So Fred, tell me, how long
have you been schizophrenic?
- Have you seen a psychiatrist?
Yeah, I have.
The psychiatrist diagnosed
you with schizophrenia?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
What's the symptoms of what you
usually have with the schizophrenia?
Um, a lot of stuff.
A lot of stuff. Like headaches?
- Yeah.
- Do you have negative thoughts?
Yeah.
So since you are on the medicine,
do you feel different?
- Do you feel better?
- Nuh.
You're supposed to sleep
with such medication.
What about your mind?
Do you think it's not working
properly sometimes?
- No.
- Not at all.
Here you are, Fred.
There's your certificate.
Just lodge them at a Centrelink.
I'll see you later.
Have you got your
Medicare card?
OK. Just sign next to the cross.
SOCIAL WORKER:
Okay, that all looks fine.
We'll reactivate your payments
at the end of the day.
You'll receive your first
payment a week from today.
So what I need you to do now
Fred is sign here for me.
It's the 23rd.
'98.
Okay.
Okay, that's it, Fred.
Any other questions?
JOHN:
So who is he?He's Gary.
He's just a spastic.
So you know him?
Yeah, sort of.
Would anyone miss him?
I don't know.
This is my pet python snake.
It's a ju-jungle python snake.
It comes from the ah,
top of Queensland.
It's a bit nasty, and um,
and you can buy these um,
rats from a pet store.
It's about five dollars a-a box.
Yeah, anyway...
Would you like to s-see me um,
feeding the snake, Jamie?
JAMIE:
Yeah, sure.GARY:
See how he's eating?Yeah, he's beautiful,
isn't he Jamie?
Um, this one's a um,
jungle python.
- JOHN:
Is it?- Yes.
Um, he gets about eight
feet long and um,
he comes from Queensland,
north of Queensland.
- JOHN:
Yeah.- Yeah.
GARY:
And his name's Bill Murray.- JOHN:
Bill Murray?- GARY:
Yeah, and um--[DISTURBING MUSIC PLAYS]
[THUNDER]
For f*** sake, Verna,
can you get 'em out of here?
What do you want me to do?
Clean the house,
look after the kids.
Just take the kids away, will ya?
If you manned up once in a
while I wouldn't have to.
Oh for f***'s sake, just do
it, will ya?
Alright kids, out!
Out.
Out back.
We'll leave the boys alone to talk
about their private girly business.
- Thanks.
- VERNA:
P*ssy.- MARK:
Moll.- Out back!
Come on, all of you!
Jesus, mate, you're going to
have to put a leash on that.
MARK:
You got one big enough?JOHN:
I could make one.Might take a while, but.
MARK:
I've been meaning totalk to you about that, John.
JOHN:
Why is that?Me and Verna got into a bit
of a blue the other night.
Drunk, carrying on.
She ended up starting
to call me names.
You know, saying I was a p*ssy
and I don't f*** her properly.
Do you, mate?
Well, how do you, really?
You tell me.
Roll her around first in flour
to find the wet spot.
- You alright, mate?
- Yeah.
We got bluing and...
when she called me a p*ssy,
it just sort of come out.
I said, 'if I'm a p*ssy, why is it
that I can bury blokes?'
So she sort of knows
what's going on, John.
And I told her, mate.
I said, look, if you say
anything to anyone...
I'll put you and the kids
out in the streets.
She won't say nothing, mate.
So I feel really sh*t.
Just really sorry, John.
She won't say anything, mate.
- Promise ya.
- It's alright, mate.
- Sorry, John. I feel awful.
It happens.
You look like a f***ing
ghost hit ya.
Yeah.
Oi.
It's alright to smile.
[MARK LAUGHS AWKWARDLY]
I dare you to.
So how do ya f*** her, mate?
Step ladder.
Bucket.
Pull the bucket over her head
and hang on to the handle.
[LAUGHS LOUDLY]
It's strange, but Australia Post want
to give her her own postcode.
[JOHN & ROBERT LAUGH]
- There ya go, mate.
- Want me to stop by tonight?
No, you spend some time
with your family, mate.
- Alright.
- I'll call you tomorrow.
- No worries. Take it easy.
- Yeah, you too.
[DOOR CLOSES]
You gotta stop f***ing
around with that sh*t, Jamie.
You f***ing get off that sh*t.
Alright?
You f***in' get off that sh*t.
Okay?
Yeah.
Look at me.
You don't need to worry, alright?
They're nobody, mate.
No one gives a sh*t.
They're nothing.
The neighbours barely f***ing
notice when they go missing.
You did though, didn't you?
And your brothers.
You're lucky.
Aren't ya?
Good.
It's alright, mate.
Good boy.
It's alright.
I need you.
Better blow your f***ing nose.
Go on.
I need you to take Alex away.
You right, mate?
[CAR DOOR CLOSES]
Come here.
VERNA ON RECORDING:
Mum, it's Verna.
I need to get away for a while.
Mark and I keep fighting.
I f***ing hate his guts.
[SNIFFLES]
Can you watch the kids for me,
please?
Don't try and call me, Mum.
I'm sorry.
Bye.
DAVID:
So where's this computer at?JAMIE:
Just north of Clare.And he only wants two
hundred for it?
Yeah.
Is it any good?
I don't know.
Oh well, for 200
You coming in?
No, I'm happy here.
JOHN:
What about you?Did you call him yet?
Yeah, he doesn't want it.
[BUTTONS CLICKING]
Hi-ya!
Ya-way-ya-ya!
Ya!
I just killed ya. Ha, ha.
That was fun.
Flipping killed ya.
Have a go.
[DIAL TONE]
OPERATOR:
Do you requirepolice, fire or ambulance?
What service do you require,
police, fire or ambulance?
Do you require police,
fire or ambulance?
Where're we going?
Get in.
[MUSIC INTENSIFIES]
[METALLIC CLANK]
JOHN:
Grab those bags.[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONTINUES]
[SHOES SQUEAK]
[METALLIC CLANK]
[METALLIC BANGING]
JOHN:
You coming, mate?[SHOES SHUFFLE,
PLASTIC SHEET RUSTLING]
[CLOCK TICKING]
[JAMIE SNIFFS]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
- Everything alright?
- Yeah, it's fine.
Got time for a beer?
Yeah, sure.
[PUB HUBBUB]
- MAN:
How's your Dad been?- Yeah, he's been alright.
- Still fishing?
Caught a fair bit of
whiting the other day.
Beautiful. Still goes to that same
patch he used to always go to?
DAVID:
Yeah, yeah.[METALLIC BANGING]
JAMIE:
So is thatyour girlfriend?
DAVID:
Yeah.JAMIE:
How long haveyou been with her?
DAVID:
A couple of months.JAMIE:
She's pretty nice.Yeah, she's great.
So does she go to school
or anything?
She's going to university next year.
Doing psychology.
Why are you asking?
Do you like her?
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC INTENSIFIES]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[SHOES SQUEAK]
Hey, John.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC
INTENSITY LOWERS]
[MUSIC STOPS]
[METALLIC BANGING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[SUBTITLES BY DVDTECH]
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