These Final Hours Page #3

A fuckload deeper.

Thousands of kilometres deeper,

just for a f***ing start.

And then

what do you think?

Things are just gonna

f***ing clear up

and that we can just go back out,

get on with f***ing life -

whoop-de-f***ing-do -

after a f***ing year?

Huh? Look around, Vic.

I mean,

just f***ing look around.

This is a f***ing coffin,

not a home.

Why are you being so mean?

Freddy said we could

survive it down here.

Freddy's offering us hope

down here.

Don't you want to be with me,

down here?

You went and saw her.

You never even went

and saw your family, did ya?

Stop.

This whole time, you were

f***in' her brains out by the beach.

You could have stayed there.

Bet you're

f***in' kicking yourself now.

Hey.

You think you're better

than all of this?

Better than me, hey?

You're not.

You're worthless.

And you're a bad f***in' liar.

F***ing hate you!

I f***ing...

F*** you, ya f***in' prick!

F*** you!

I don't want to die!

James!

James, I'm so scared!

I don't want to die!

I don't want to die!

- Stop, Vic. Stop.

- I'm so scared, James.

I'm sorry. I'm so scared.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.

- Kiss me, James.

- Stop, Vic. Stop.

- Kiss me.

- Vic, stop! Please.

- Please, kiss me.

- Please stop, Vic, Vic.

- Kiss me!

Stop. Stop.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

Stop, stop. Stop.

- Kiss me.

- Please stop. Stop.

- Please. Kiss me.

- Please stop.

I'm scared.

I'm scared too.

I'm scared. Yeah.

Yeah.

Stop.

Just listen to me.

I came here because

I didn't know what to think.

I didn't know what to do.

Just wanted to block it out

and get f***ed up.

I can't.

I can't block it out.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna take that girl

back to her dad.

- No.

- It's where she belongs.

What about you, though?

Where do you belong?

Not here.

I'm sorry.

Vic, I'm sorry.

Vic.

If you leave,

I'll kill you.

- Vic.

- And then I'll kill myself.

Oh! Jesus Christ, Vic!

What are you doing?

Huh?

You knew I wanted to show Jimmy

this place myself.

And you had to

f***in' do it, didn't ya?

Why are you crying?

Why is she crying, Jim?

What's going on?

What did I miss?

Why is she crying?

Jim? Talk to me, d*ckhead.

Why the f*** is she crying?

Stop f***ing telling her

these crazy stories of survival!

It's not right!

She's your f***in' sister!

Stop telling her

everything's gonna be OK!

- It is gonna be OK!

- It's not!

- You shut the f*** up.

- You don't belong down here.

- What are you talking about?

- You don't belong down here.

Oi!

- What's he been saying, darling?

- We're not deep enough.

We're all gonna die.

You f***in' killjoy!

You f***in' get back here, Jim!

Rose! Rose!

- Hey, Jimmy, man.

- Rose! Rose! Rose!

- What'd you do to her?

- Never mind. She's mine.

- Mandy!

- Her name's not Mandy!

It's Rose! What's wrong?

She's burning up.

What'd you give to her?

- Nothing!

- What'd you f***in' give to her?

- What did you give to her?

- I didn't give her anything!

- Sorry, Rose.

- Mandy!

Her name's Rose!

It's not Mandy!

He's got my daughter!

- He's got my daughter!

- F*** off!

Not cool, man. Alright?

Not cool.

Not cool!

Not cool, Jimmy!

Just trying to have a good time

and you spoil it, man.

OK? You can't push women

like that.

Alright? You f***in' killjoy.

You f***in' ungrateful f***!

She's not good. She's not good.

Just let us leave.

- No! He's got my Mandy!

- Oi! F*** off!

- I want my Mandy!

- Put her f***ing down!

Her name's Rose!

- Put her f***ing down!

- She's f***in' crazy.

Look at her.

She's off her f***in' dial!

- I'm not putting her down.

- Yes, you f***in' are.

- Just shoot him!

- I'm not putting her down!

Just shoot him!

Just shoot him!

- F***, man.

- I'm not putting her down.

I've got a bullet for your head

if you don't put her down.

- Give me the gun, Freddy.

- Vicky, what are you doing?

You're embarrassing me

in front of everybody.

- Just shoot him!

- Don't do that.

Shoot him!

Just f***in' shoot him!

Vicky, please.

- Just f***ing shoot him!

- Vic!

Just f***ing shoot him!

F***, yeah, b*tches!

Go.

No! No, no, no! No! No!

- No!

- Dad...

- F***!

- My skin's hot.

Come on. Drink. Drink.

..Tiger land

In any weather,

we will see us with a grin...

Hold tight, Rose.

Hold tight.

When we're behind,

we don't mind

We are gonna win

We're from Tiger land

The fighting fury,

Tiger land

And if you see us...

Oi, oi! Eh! F***in'... Eh!

Mate, mate,

mate, mate, mate!

F***'s sake!

Get back here!

Hold on. Hold on, Rose.

Mum!

It's Jimmy, Mum!

It's OK, Rose.

Mum, it's Jimmy! Mum!

I've got a little girl!

She needs help!

Mum, she's burning up! Please!

Mum, come on!

Don't kick

the f***in' door!

OK, Rose. OK.

Here.

Thanks.

You little prick.

There's no way

you were coming back.

And now here you are,

just like that.

- I was.

- Oh, yeah.

I was, alright?

I wondered

what I'd say to you

if you did somehow

magically appear.

It's funny, you know, I...

I don't feel sad, happy.

Just numb inside.

I was gonna swing by, Mum.

What do you want me to say, huh?

Do you think

I planned for this?

Huh?

- Can I bum a demon?

- Knock yourself out.

You seen your sister,

by any chance?

No.

Well, I went round there

yesterday.

Had some chocolates

for the girls.

I knocked, waited, no answer.

Called out, like an idiot.

No-one came to the door.

Not even the girls.

Oh, so selfish.

I don't have rights

to see my own grandkids.

It's that husband of hers.

He's driven a wedge.

- Didn't you go inside?

- You even listening?

No-one came to the door.

I could tell that they were at home.

Well, I did

go around today.

- Thought you said you didn't.

- Well, I did.

I wanted to use the car.

So I went inside.

There was a note on the coffee table

saying they'd gone.

Packed up and left.

Gone? Gone where?

Didn't say, alright?

Just said they'd gone.

Explains why no-one went

to the f***in' front door.

I mean, at least

they're all together, right?

Oh... who'd want

to live in a world

where you can't even

say goodbye to your grandkids?

Sometimes, I swear,

the end can't come soon enough.

How much petrol

you got in the Laser, Mum?

- You are unbelievable.

- How much?

Who you trying to impress?

Running around,

trying to help this girl.

I'm just trying

to help her, Mum.

If you can't understand that,

then that's your problem.

Well, maybe I can't understand.

I'm just your stupid mother.

What would I know?

What would I know about you?

- It's gone. Someone pinched it.

- When?

Does it matter?

You stubborn old bat.

Try the shed.

There's a couple of Jerry cans

floating round in there.

F***.

Mick down the street,

he never came back for 'em

once his shed was done.

He won't be

comin' back for 'em.

He went bush,

like a lot of those nut jobs.

Like that's gonna make

a bloody difference.

How about you, Mum?

What are you gonna do?

When it happens.

You got anything planned?

Got a few puzzles

I'll try and get finished.

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