Wake in Fright Page #3

We'll fix you up.

Look, just drink your beer,

sit down, stop worrying, huh?

John's got a bit of trouble,

but nothing to worry about.

She'll be right, mate.

Drink up.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

Hey.

- Hey, Tim.

- Yeah?

I got news for you, mate.

What do you think?

What do you think?

You got piles.

No, no, no, no.

You know

Stanley's brindle b*tch?

- Yeah.

- Sold her to me.

- English bred.

- You're a liar.

It's the truth.

She's got a broken leg.

I'm not ribbing you,

mate, he sold her to me.

A great dog. A great dog!

A great dog.

Good dog.

Come off it, mate.

This'll be one of the best bloody

dogs I've ever seen after roos.

Eh?

You've gotta be kidding!

What makes a good dog?

Can I help you?

So, we let this ferret go

down the rabbit's burrow...

I studied

history and literature.

And what can you do with that

if your parents are nobody

and you have no money?

Oh, I know I can teach, but...

I'd really like

to get to england.

Well, this is bad enough,

but even Sydney, it's...

I'd really like

to get to england.

What would you do there?

Journalism.

Do you have a girl?

Yes, in Sydney.

What's her name?

Robyn.

Robyn.

What's she like?

Robyn.

Would you take her

to england with you?

Yes.

Yes.

Ooh!

- Those are Saint Mary's.

- Hey, hey, hey.

Yeah?

What's the matter with him? He'd

rather talk to a woman than drink?

School teacher.

Oh.

Then we agreed, before the game

started, there was a $5 limit.

No, there was

no agreement, mate.

Wait, wait, was that...

What's the matter with you?

There was no agreement made.

Go on, you blokes, just...

Was there any

bloody agreement made?

- I don't know.

- No.

I hate to remind

you this is my house...

You're always

bloody interrupting...

It's got nothing to do

with whose bloody house it is.

Doc Tydon, you old bastard.

- How do you know that?

- Great to see you.

Hi, boys.

Have yourself a beer,

I got five aces coming up.

If you're playing cards with

this lot, you'll need a doctor

before the night is out.

Why do you stay in Bundanyabba?

No, I'm surprised,

I mean, you're

pretty and...

And there's a shortage of

pretty girls in this town.

Ah, it's beautiful.

Smell that.

Peppercorn.

Is it because of your father?

Sorry.

The moonlight like snow

upon the desert's dusty face.

All right, dicky boy,

let's hear from you.

- What've you got?

- Three Jacks, mate.

Ah-ha! Well, just hold it,

hold it, hold it.

- Daddy?

- Flush.

Daddy?

John and I are

going for a walk.

Well come on, come on, come on,

get me while I'm hot, boys.

An inside showing all the time.

It's not the gravity.

It's not the gravity

that makes the beer go down.

- It's peristalsis.

- Perry who?

Perry Mason.

Peristalsis,

it's the contraction

of the muscles

of the esophagus.

Come on, doc, get up, man!

Come on.

Whoa, whoa!

It'll be a week for sure.

Hey, doc, doc?

Come in over here.

Look, doc, when is

she gonna whelp, huh?

I tell you what, I'll give

you five it's a week, Joe.

Listen to the doc.

She's not pregnant.

Cut it out, doc, come on.

When's she gonna whelp?

Who's the father?

It's a dog, not a sheep.

She'll have pups by morning.

Beauty.

No way, I bet it'll be a week.

I don't feel anything.

Come on, put your money out.

Five, right?

- Five.

- You're on for five.

Let's have a second opinion.

Before morning.

- It'll be a week.

- You heard me say that.

I didn't.

Who is the father, anyway?

I don't know.

She's a slag, this little

mutt, she'd try anything.

You drank yourself

under the table

after your little

episode with Janette.

Get out.

Don't get upset.

We've all had our little

episodes with Janette.

What a doll.

Better.

You need a drink.

Oh, no. Water, please.

Yabba water's only for washing.

Come on, drink it up.

It's a bit flat.

Come and get it.

Oh, no, thanks very much,

but I don't...

No, I'm sure you don't.

But you'd better

eat it just the same.

Come on, sit down.

Sir John.

Not too bad.

Kangaroo.

Want some sauce?

What time did the, um...

The, uh, party finish?

About dawn.

And what time is it now?

'Round about 4:
00.

4:
00?

Look...

Look, uh, thanks

for the hospitality.

I'd better be going along now.

You see, I'm the

school teacher at Tiboonda.

And, um...

Well, I lost all my money.

Gambling.

Yeah, I know.

Why did you have to lie

about it to Tim Hynes?

There's no disgrace here.

Well...

Well, in any case,

I can't stay in your, um,

cabin, indefinitely, can I?

It isn't mine.

I've just lived

here for five years.

Anyway, you're

better off here than

trying to sponge on

men like Tim Hynes.

Sponge?

Yeah, sponge.

Sit down and eat your grub.

You're gonna need it.

We're going hunting

with dick and Joe.

Kangaroo.

- Hunting?

- Yeah, you were

boasting in your cups,

and said...

Good shot.

You said you won a silver medal

at school for target shooting.

Huh?

Remember?

You wouldn't have

an aspirin, would you?

No, I've got something better.

This ought to

kill your headache

and pep you up

a little bit as well.

Wash it down with

some beer. Here.

Oh, I'm allergic to...

Ah, there's nothing in there to hurt you.

Go on, man, swallow it down.

What a voice.

She just opens her mouth and...

And notes come floating out.

Oh, sorry, I don't smoke.

Would you like to try it?

No.

You've been here five years?

Shall I satisfy your curiosity?

I'm a doctor of medicine.

And a tramp by temperament.

I'm also an alcoholic.

My disease prevented me

from practicing in Sydney,

but out here it's

scarcely noticeable.

Certainly doesn't stop people

from coming to see me.

I charge no fees because I'm

not interested in money.

Anyway, I'm unreliable.

But I'm accepted socially

because I'm an educated man.

Or character.

I get my food from my friends.

My requirements in beer.

Which, with some

measure of self-control,

is the only

alcohol I allow myself.

And you get along

without money altogether.

It's possible to live forever

in the yabba without money.

As you probably noticed, some

of the natives are very...

Hospitable.

Take Janette for instance.

Now there's a very

interesting biological case.

If she were a man,

she'd be in jail for rape.

If I were to marry, Janettes

just the sort of girl...

Excuse me.

Uh, can you tell

me where the, um...

Toilet?

Yes.

Outside.

I wouldn't recommend it.

Do it out here in the open.

No one around to see.

If I were ever to marry,

Janettes the sort of

girl I'd like to marry.

She likes sex.

She likes experiment

and she likes variety.

We thought about

getting married once,

but neither of us could live

with one person for very long.

Still, she visits

me from time to time.

When I want her.

And when she gets

bored with them.

Beer?

What's wrong with a woman taking

a man because she feels like it?

I really don't know.

Because there's

nothing wrong with it.

Sex is just like eating.

It's a thing you do

because you have to.

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