These Final Hours Page #2

does it make?

We're already f***ing dead!

We're already f***ing dead.

It's gonna hurt a lot.

And I don't want

to feel it.

I don't want to

feel a thing.

Hey.

Life is stronger

than death, James.

I can't.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I just want to

get f***ed up.

You know,

Dad says when it happens,

the earth's gonna

peel like an orange

but the peel

is made out of fire.

Didn't sugar-coat it

for you, did he?

This'll stop the bleeding.

You ever think you might end up in hell

instead of heaven?

That'd be awful.

Sometimes I worry, though,

I'm going to hell instead.

Why do you think

you might end up in hell?

There was this girl

in my class.

She used to tease me

all the time.

One day last year, I prayed

to God that she would die.

She died just before

this year's sports carnival.

She'd gotten leukaemia.

I don't think her getting cancer

had anything to do with you.

Or you praying to God.

It just happens.

Some people get sick

and some people don't.

But Dad always said that God

has a perfect plan for everyone

and that plan never fails.

Well, if this was

God's perfect plan,

then he was

a real f***ing idiot.

- I want to go home!

- Come on, Jane.

- Get out of the car.

- Come on.

- Come on.

- Where are we going?

Just grab your bag.

- No! No!

- Shh! Shh!

- Oh, please, just listen.

- Hey.

- It's very important.

- Excuse me. Excuse me.

This girl's lost.

Can I leave her with you?

Gary, for God's sake.

Get them out of here.

Gary, please!

- Can we go, James?

- Yeah, come on.

- Sorry.

- Wait.

Can I talk to you,

just for a sec?

- Please.

- What?

Please.

Just sit down.

OK. Just go read a book

over there, Rose.

What? What do you want?

Hayley, please sit down.

I've tried to do what's right.

But I can't anymore.

I love 'em too much. I can't

watch 'em suffer like this.

- What sort of dad would I be?

- Hayley, get back here!

- Dad! Dad! Dad!

- Sweetheart, come back. Gary!

You listen to Mummy, please.

Could you do it?

Clean, right in the back of their heads.

- No.

- Please!

I've got a picture book.

I'll read it to them.

You just do it. Clean.

Right in the back of their heads.

They won't feel a thing,

and then it'll be over.

There's four bullets in there,

one for each of us.

- No.

- Please. Please.

No!

Then forgive me, then.

Forgive me...

for what I gotta do.

Say it.

Say you forgive me.

Say it.

I forgive you.

Rose?

Come on.

I hope

you're looking after yourselves out there,

and each other.

These are the things

we gotta hold onto.

When it reaches us here

in Perth,

I know for a fact

that I can sit here and go,

"I had my faults, but...

but I was a good man."

Hello, Freddy?

Oi, Freddy, it's James.

- Who's that, man?

- It's Jimmy. Open up the gate!

Jimmy! Where you been, man?

Vicky's mega-pissed, dude.

Just open up the gate,

will you, d*ckhead?

- Is Vicky your girlfriend?

- Yeah.

Well, why is she

mad at you?

'Cause I should have

been here earlier!

Bloody hell.

Hey. Jimmy!

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,

shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,

shoot, shoot, shoot,

shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,

shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,

shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,

shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,

shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot...

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,

shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot,

shoot, shoot, shoot...

Whom!

F*** yeah!

Jimmy, you mad f***!

You look like sh*t, man.

Bring it in, d*ckhead.

- Where's Vicky?

- Hey, man.

Can you believe I thought no-one

was gonna come to my party, man?

Just look at these f***ers.

They're just going off, man.

They're just... You know what I mean?

They're getting f***ed.

Oh! And they're just

loving each other, man.

They're just aiming life the way

they want to have life!

- Where's Vicky?

- Who the f*** are you?

Oi! Where's Vicky?

Jesus! I don't know. F***!

She's gotta be f***in' somewhere.

You should find her.

She doesn't like being left alone.

She's somewhere, man.

You'd better f***in' find her, man!

- I know!

- Oi! Oi.

It's done. Downstairs.

It's f***in' done,

and it's beautiful, Jim.

You wait till you see it, man.

Don't tell anybody.

Just keep it on the down low.

Just shh.

Alright, huh?

F*** yeah!

Hey, Jimmy! You made it.

Nice one, bro! Whoo!

James, I don't think anyone here

will take me to Aunty Janice's.

- It's me, baby.

- Move.

Where are you going?

Um, is there

anything to eat?

F***!

Here.

Ah, Jimmy, bro,

what you doing?

Mandy? Hey, hey, it's me.

It's Mummy.

Hey, it's Mummy.

Mandy, don't be scared.

- It's Mummy. Mandy.

- Oi, oi.

- Oi! Her name's Rose, not Mandy.

- No, it's my little Mandy.

You want to be my little Mandy?

I don't mind.

- James!

- Hey! Piss off.

James, I don't like it here.

Just eat your chips.

How you been?

I've been going crazy, out of my mind.

This is Rose.

She's looking for her dad.

Oh! You brought a kid, James?

Are you f***in' serious?

- I didn't plan for this.

- We need to f*** now.

Hey. Hi.

How about you go and cool off

in the pool

whilst Uncle James

and I go inside

and we have

a little chat, huh?

- Go on! Don't be shy. Jump in.

- Oi. Oi, Vic. Vic.

- James. What?

- James?

Just...

- Just go for a swim, alright?

- But, James, what if...

Rose, you'll be fine, OK?

It's hot. Just get in.

I never would have picked you

for the fatherly type.

I was so scared

you weren't gonna make it.

What's wrong?

What the f***

am I supposed to do with that?

Oops.

What the f***, James?

Least you could do

is make me come.

Oi!

F***, you can be

a selfish prick.

My sister's dead, Vic.

She killed herself.

She f***in' killed herself.

Her and Greg topped themselves,

in the shower.

And the girls.

And the girls, I found 'em.

They're gone.

They're f***ing gone.

What's the matter with you?

Did you hear what I said?

Why'd you

just tell me that?

I mean, what's the point

of knowing that?

Huh?

You're here now.

Can't we just have

a good f***in' time?

Selfish f***in' prick.

What the hell's

the matter with you?

Come on. Freddy says we have

five, six hours max.

Let's just

make the most of it, OK?

Have some.

I'll tell you what, huh?

Baby. Look. Listen.

How about I give you

a sneak peek?

Hm?

You're so beautiful.

Oh, hey, look. Hey.

You remind me so much

of my little Mandy.

I know how sad you're feeling

right now,

but I...

I have just the thing for it.

Whoo-hoo!

It's easy.

Ahh! See?

Now it's your turn. You do.

Now it's your turn.

Will you take me

to my aunt's place if I do?

Uh...

First things first.

So pretty.

Give me the torch.

Pretty f***in' cool, huh?

Freddy made it all happen,

just like he said.

I want to cover

every bit of cement with colour.

It'll make a real difference,

don't ya reckon?

Freddy reckons there's

enough supplies to last a year.

So, what do you think

of our new home?

- Huh?

- We're all dead, Vic.

We're all dead.

You, me, Freddy. Everyone.

It's the f***ing end.

You need to be

a fuckload deeper than this.

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