Wake in Fright Page #2

simple-minded game.

My steak's probably ready.

Yeah, come on.

Here you are.

That'll be a dollar, son.

There's a clean

place here, Jack.

Oh.

Well, I'll have to

be pushing along.

Oh, thanks, jock. Thanks

for showing me around.

Oh, that's all right.

And that'll be

the best dollar's worth

you'll ever have

in your life, Matey.

All the little devils

are proud of hell.

Two heads.

Do you mean you

don't think the yabba

is the greatest

little place on earth?

It could be worse.

How?

The supply of

beer could run out.

Hey, aren't you

going to eat that?

No.

Why did you say that?

Say what?

Well, about them

being proud of hell.

Discontent is a luxury

of the well-to-do.

If you gotta live here,

you might as well like it.

Why don't you like Crawford?

Jock?

The touch of his

hairy hand offends you.

I'm just bored with it.

The aggressive hospitality,

the arrogance of stupid people

who insist you should be

as stupid as they are.

It's death to farm out here.

It's worse than

death in the mines.

Do you want them to

sing opera as well?

And what do you do?

I drink.

This beer's gone warm.

I...

Heads.

Here you are, doc.

Thanks, Joe.

It's a spinner's night,

nearly two-to-one on heads.

Good on you, doc.

Good on you... mate.

You want to bet on tails, son?

Fifty for the guy in the

jacket over there, slim.

Fair go.

When you're ready there, Brian.

No betting when I say fair go.

Fair go, Brian.

Fair go.

Two tails!

Anybody seen

a bloke with a coat on?

Where's that bloke in a coat?

Here! Here.

Thought I lost you, mate.

Move over!

Sit down here, son.

How many heads up?

Heads, heads! I bet on heads.

Anyone betting on tails?

No, on heads.

Tails, 100!

You're covered!

- A hundred for you?

- Yes.

You're on a head.

Anymore tails?

Will you place your bets

and take your seats?

Sorry, son.

Be quiet!

When you're ready for it.

Fair go.

They're up!

- Play for now.

- Hold it!

- Heads!

- All right.

When you're ready.

Don't forget, every Wednesday,

Thursday and Friday night!

Early start

Christmas Eve, boys!

Bring your own money,

anybody's girl.

Leaving it all on heads, mate?

Two hundred on tails.

I'll have 100.

You're on.

- What are you backing, mate?

- Tails.

You're set.

I'll back a head.

I'll back... you're up?

Thanks, mate.

You're too noisy!

Fair go, spinner.

When you're ready.

One of each,

which is no result.

Fair go.

Fair go!

Tails, they are!

Whoo!

$1,000.

Just...

Just one more spin,

and you're out of it.

Out of teaching.

Out of Tiboonda.

Toss? Toss?

Toss? Toss?

Who wants to toss?

Yes!

Here you are, son.

How much you tossing for?

$400 on tails.

You can't spin for tails, mate.

The spinner always

spins for heads.

- Heads.

- On a head.

Four hundred, Charlie.

Watch out, imbecile! Watch

where you're going, you mug.

When you're right now.

Come on,

out of the ring, you blokes.

Fair go, son.

Heads.

Settle down!

No, son. You gotta put 'em

above your head and spin it.

- All right?

- I'm sorry.

When you're right now.

Wait for it now.

When you're right.

Fair go.

Tails, two tails.

What, still here, Jack?

Hmm? Mmm.

How goes it?

Well, jock.

Look, um, will they cash a

check for me in this place?

Yeah, for how much?

Two hundred and ninety dollars.

- Gonna try the game, eh?

- Yes.

Two-ninety on heads.

Well, he's on heads now.

What are you betting on, mate?

Two-ninety on heads.

You're on.

Can you... can you tell me

where the labor exchange is?

Turn left as you go out,

second street, turn right,

next street,

turn left, it's on the right.

Yeah, so I say to this mug, I

said, "you better get out.

"You're barred from the pub.

"Every time you come in

here, you put on trouble."

And then, all of a sudden,

he turned it on.

I grabbed him by the scruff

of the neck and I hit him.

Done the knuckle in.

Knuckle's squished up

back here.

Yeah, it's been six weeks.

All these mugs I get in here.

They want to try you out.

They all come from far

and wide to try you out.

Hot?

Hot.

New to the yabba?

New to the yabba.

Like the old place?

No, I think it's bloody awful.

You don't like the yabba?

No.

Will you have a drink?

No, I'm toying

with this one, thanks.

Well, drink it down,

I'll buy you another.

Look, I'm flat broke and

I can't afford to drink!

What's that go to

do with it, man?

I said I'd buy you a drink!

You don't have to buy me one!

Now, drink it down!

Two middies, Keith.

Don't forget the tomato juice.

I'm Tim Hynes.

John grant.

Hey. Good shot.

Are you a Mason?

What? No!

You're in the buffs.

In the what?

In the buffs.

The buffs?

Are you a member of

the buffalo lodge?

No.

Never heard of it.

Not a Mason, not a buff.

No.

Ah, you'll be

a Roman catholic, then.

Oh, no, I'm not.

Well, what are you going to do?

You're not a buff?

I am not a buff.

Poor old John.

Well, we better

have another beer.

Hey!

I was just checking your oil.

Now, come on, John.

Hey, Keith, a couple of beers!

Well, here we are, John.

- Home, sweet home.

- Uh-huh!

Grab yourself a seat, John,

I'll tell Janette we're here.

Janette! Put these in

the fridge, will you?

Oh, I brought a friend back, so set

another place for lunch, will you?

Oh!

How do you do?

Fine.

How are you?

I really must apologize for

landing on you like this.

Mr. Hynes more

or less insisted.

He usually does.

Oh, my name's John grant.

I'm Janette Hynes.

Oh.

Thanks.

Over the teeth and round the gums,

look out belly, here it comes!

Just a little

quickie before lunch.

Lunch is ready now, daddy.

I know.

But firstly, John and I

must have an aperitif.

Ah.

John, old man,

about your troubles,

a terrible thing,

you losing all that money.

You have no idea...

No, it was somewhere between

the train and the hotel.

Hmm.

I could put a call

through to Sydney.

No, there's no one

there I could borrow from.

John, I'd love to

lend you some...

No, no. No, no, no. I wouldn't,

really, I'll be all right.

Ah, you're a good bloke.

We'll think of something.

Now, don't you worry, lad.

- Right.

- And drink up.

Drink up.

I say!

Wake up, Tim!

Well, that's... That's dick and

Joe, couple of old mates of mine.

I want you to meet them.

Come on in, boys.

Come on in.

Am I glad to see you!

You look bloody awful, mate.

I feel bloody awful!

Hey!

Too much of the old booze.

Oh, cut it out, boys, will you?

Stop it!

Hey. Let's all

have a drink.

- Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

- What, what?

Who's your mate?

Who? Oh, he...

Oh, that's John.

This is, uh, dick and Joe.

You're an ignorant bludger.

- G'day.

- How are you?

- G'day, John.

- How are you?

Uh, you're new to the

yabba, are you, John?

Yes. Yes.

Hmm.

G'day, Janette.

Pretty as ever, eh?

Missed me.

Tim, I'll be moving off now.

Thanks for your hospitality.

Moving off?

Where would you be going, lad?

Well, I've...

Well, I've gotta look for work.

On a Saturday?

Look, why don't

you just hang around?

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