The Proposition Page #2

to this beleaguered land

and the God in me just...

evaporated.

Let us change our toast, sir.

To the God who has forgotten us.

But first...

cardinal rule.

Never raise a glass with a man

whose name you do not know.

My name is Charles Murphy.

Charles, eh?

Perhaps you've read

'On The Origin Of The Species

By Means Of Natural Selection'

by Charles Darwin.

Oh, don't be thrown by the title.

He had some most fascinating

things to say.

Chilling things.

Mr Darwin spent time

studying Aboriginals.

He claims we are, at bottom,

one and the same.

He infers, Mr Murphy,

that we share

a common ancestry with monkeys.

Monkeys!

Mr Murphy, Russia, China, the Congo.

Oh, I have travelled

among unknown people

in lands beyond the seas.

But nothing...

nothing could have prepared me

for this godforsaken hole.

You see... Mr Murphy...

I am something of a fortune hunter.

And what fortune do you hunt

out here, Mr Lamb?

That would be my question

to you, Mr Murphy.

Unhand me, Murphy, or I'll slit

your f***ing throat.

We are white men, sir.

Not beasts.

He sits up there

in those melancholy hills.

Some say he sleeps in caves

like a beast.

Slumbers deep like the kraken.

The blacks say that he's a spirit.

The troopers will never catch him.

Common force

is meaningless, Mr Murphy,

as he squats up there

on his impregnable perch.

So I wait, Mr Murphy.

I wait...

Aye, you wait.

You wait here, bounty hunter.

- Hang him, sir.

- Hang him high, sir.

Hail the conquering hero.

What a vile specimen of humanity.

What a little piece of filth.

Not really the one that we're looking for,

though, is it, Captain?

In the end, justice will be done.

Justice.

Save your little wisdoms

for the mob, Stanley.

Has he told you where his brothers are?

With due respects, Mr Fletcher,

perhaps it would be wise

to allow police work

to be done by policemen.

What a little piece of filth.

Still, better than nothing, I suppose.

Good evening, Captain.

Good evening.

"When?"

Said the moon to the stars in the sky.

"Soon," said the wind

that followed him home.

"Who?" said the cloud that started to cry.

"Him," said the rider, dry as a bone.

Me roses are looking lovely.

I got green thumbs, I 'ave.

I was just

thinking about England.

Do you not miss it, Martha?

There's much to miss.

There and here.

Let's get rid of that headache.

Now... Captain Stanley,

eat your breakfast before the flies do.

Made by

me own fair 'ands, them eggs.

Me eggs

have never tasted so fine, ma'am.

You're a good man, Morris.

And you're a good woman, Martha.

Do we have company?

Yes, I'm afraid we do.

Captain!

Excuse me, ma'am. Excuse me, sir.

Martha, would you excuse us?

It's fine, Morris.

No, Martha, please.

This is police business.

How dare you come

to my house in that state?

Sir.

What exactly do you want?

We just got back from

the Arooka Ranges, sir.

We rounded up six rebel blacks, sir.

Sean killed one.

Thought you'd want to know

about it straightaway.

Captain?

Captain?

No, leave the door open.

It's rank in here.

Yes, sir.

Are you sure you've put enough iron

on these men, Sergeant?

They have been

adequately secured, sir.

Jacko, get over here.

Yes, Captain, sir.

Ask them how long they've been

hiding up in the ranges.

He says they very tired.

Well, you'll have a nice long rest

if you don't open your f***in' mouths

and start yapping, you black bastards.

Sergeant.

Wait outside.

Wait outside the door.

I'll call you if and when I need you.

Ask them again

how long they've been

hiding up in the ranges.

Captain, sir, he said

they don't hide in the ranges,

they live in the ranges.

Then ask him how long

they have lived in the ranges.

Them always been living

in the ranges, Captain, sir.

Ask him if they've seen

a white man up there.

Yes, Captain, sir. I'll ask them.

They seen white man.

White man catches them.

Jesus Christ.

I don't mean the police.

This... this man.

This man. A man with this man.

A white man.

This man. This man.

Ask him.

Fella in the picture...

he live in a cave.

Dog man.

Big fella.

He said dog man never sleep.

He sit there all day.

Sit down in a cave. Way up.

He live with small fella... and black fella.

Cannot catch him. Cannot kill him.

He's dog.

What, he eats dog?

No, Captain, sir. He is dog.

He changed to dog.

He grows hair.

He grow teeth. Sharp.

And he grows a tail, this way.

Long.

And he stand with two leg, like this.

And he goes...

Sergeant.

Sergeant!

"When?"

Said the moon to the stars in the sky.

"Soon," said the wind

that followed him home.

"Who?" said the cloud that started to cry.

"Me," said the rider, dry as a bone.

"How?" said the sun

that melted the ground.

"Why?" said the river that refused to run.

"Where?" said the thunder

without a sound.

"Here," said the rider,

and took up his gun.

The captain is weak, a weak man.

Oh, so you reckon he's weak,

Lawrence?

F*** off, Cox.

Come out here

to sort out the n*ggers.

F*** me, he's done nothing.

These black bastards,

they're running all over us.

They chose

the wrong man for the job.

This isn't London. It's not England.

This is f***in' Australia.

Did I say I wanted to f***

the captain's wife?

Will you go back to sleep, Paul?

For gawd's sake.

I would like to f*** his wife.

If I was married to that bucket

of pig's tripe you call a f***in' wife,

I'd want to f*** her too.

"I want to f*** his wife."

I want to f*** his wife.

I could f*** her so...

Yeah, alright.

We all want to f*** Mrs Stanley.

She certainly isn't getting anything

from the good captain, is she?

You know why?

Because he's weak.

He's got other things on his mind.

Because he really f***ed up this time.

He got the boy, yeah.

He let the other one go.

Fix him right up.

Got him good...

Got him good medicine.

Fix him no time good.

Gonna need sleep. Gonna need rest.

Don't cry, Daddy.

Blood all gone. Good and clean.

Gonna need sleep.

Gonna need rest.

Good afternoon, Mr Broussard.

Remember to save a turkey for me.

Of course, Mrs Stanley.

Is everything alright?

Go home, you stupid cow.

I'm sorry. What did you say?

Mrs Stanley... perhaps

you'd better ask your husband.

Shut up, dog.

Holy mother of mercy.

Look who's raised himself

from the dead.

Him much better now.

Him much better because I fixed him.

He don't look better to me.

You know, Samuel, the thing

I relished the most while I was away

was not having to see

your f***in' face all the time.

If it weren't for me and my crack shooting,

you'd be f***in' dingo dinner.

30 yards away, I was.

Blew that black bastard's head right off.

It was beautiful.

Show a bit of respect

or I might just have to shoot you...

with my new Winchester.

F***! That hurt!

Charlie.

Go easy there.

It's alright, Charlie.

Do you want to know

why I've come back?

I know why you've come back, Charlie.

Look at that.

Be humble of heart, Charlie.

This is the end of things.

You're my brother, Charlie.

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