Wake in Fright Page #4

Not 'cause you want to, but

most people are afraid of it.

You seem offended by my

little discussion of Janette.

In the circumstances, I

thought you'd be interested.

Well, I'm not.

You're probably

a little puritan,

like the rest of these people.

They think Janettes a slut.

The women who'd

like to act like her

and the men she has

given a tumble to.

Janette and I are alike.

We break the rules.

But we know more about

ourselves than most people.

Hey, doc! Doc!

Come on!

Make a bit of noise,

boys, will you?

Hi, dick.

- Hey, Joe.

- In the back, fellas.

Get back there.

Hey, John.

I got a gun here for you.

A bit old, probably

blow your head off.

Whoo-hoo!

Look at her go there, boys!

Watch out the dog doesn't

leak on you, Johnny.

Roos!

Go on. Get the bludgers.

Look at him go!

Get him!

Go on! Go on!

He's got him, he's got him!

What are you doing? You want

to take my bloody head off?

Look at him go!

Get him! Get him!

Look at him go, will you?

Look at him go!

Hey, Socrates.

You got a shot in yet?

Get out.

Beauty. It's a boomer.

Knocked him out.

It's no good skinning him, eh?

- Where's the surgeon?

- Here.

Doc eats 'em.

Reckon they're

the best part of the roo.

- Have you ever tried them?

- No.

Better than oysters.

Put lead in your pencil.

Any damage, sir?

Ah, couple of dents.

All right, now, let's go.

No, no, let's get a drink.

Johnny?

Why don't you try

driving faster, mate?

Hey, Stubbsy.

Hi, fellas.

Stick it up your arse.

Heya, mate.

You got any roos?

No, mate. Couple of boomers.

You blokes couldn't

hit elephants.

- Eh?

- Couldn't hit elephants.

We'll get 'em

tonight with the spot.

What's a spot?

Spotlight, it hypnotizes them.

- Hey, Stubbsy.

- Yeah?

Stick these in your deep-freeze

till tonight, will you?

Hope they're not yours, doc.

Fox.

Hey, I hit him!

Hey, John, where you going?

I hit him!

It's no good skinning 'em, mate.

They're all mangy out here.

Come on and drink your beer.

Give us a

tailor-made, Joe

- you need any more drinks?

- I guess it's my shout.

Oh, no, no.

This last round's on me.

Nobody who's broke

buys beers in the yabba.

I'm not broke,

I've got a dollar.

Forget it, John, forget it.

- $1.

- Look.

When you got some money,

you can take us on a bash.

- Right?

- Right.

- Stubbsy?

- Yeah.

Four more and

four double whiskeys.

Right.

And a packet of

smokes for the teacher.

Three whiskeys, dick.

- Four.

- Three.

- Four.

- Three.

Four.

Hey, you got her fair, eh, doc?

Hey, Joe, take a look

at this. It's a beauty.

Yeah.

He must be a

seven-footer for sure.

Go on, dick. We better cut

up a few for the dogs, eh?

The big fellow just

won't go down, doc.

Take us over there.

He kicks you, you're dead.

Come on, take us over there.

Righto, mate!

Let's go.

Get stuck into him, Joey boy.

No worries!

See the way the roo's

trying to draw him in

so he can get back

up on his tail, see?

Yeah, and then he rips his guts

out with his hind legs like...

All right!

Yippee, Joey boy!

Come and get your beer, fella!

Once you've got her by the

tail, it's as good as dead.

Have you ever done it, Joe?

- Dick?

- Eh?

- Have you ever done it?

- What?

Oh, yeah, hundreds of times.

Yeah, of course he's done it.

I've done it!

Why? Do you want to

have a go, teacher?

Why not?

If I were you,

I wouldn't do it.

Yeah, it's all right,

Joe, I will.

You will?

What's the matter,

teacher? You scared?

It's only a baby.

It's badly wounded.

Have a go, you mug.

Go on, Johnny!

Come on, Johnny!

Go get him.

He's trying to dance with him.

Come on.

Cut him through. Johnny!

The throat!

He's trying to beat

the thing to death.

Through the throat, teacher.

Come on, Johnny!

You beauty!

Well done.

Yeah, that's it,

Johnny, now you're one of us.

You bloody maniacs.

Bloody maniacs.

I cannot accept

your premise, Socrates.

Affectability?

Progress?

A vanity spawned by fear.

A vanity spawned by fear.

The aim of what

you call civilization

is a man in a smoking jacket,

whiskey and cider,

pressing a button of...

A button

to destroy a planet

a billion Miles away,

kill a billion

people he's never seen.

Where are you?

Come on!

What happened?

Hey, what happened to Socrates?

Where's Socrates?

- What?

- Socrates!

You bastard.

No, Joe!

Stop it, you...

You murdering bastards.

You bastards!

Beat it, doc.

You murdering bastards!

Bastard!

You are...

I'll get you.

Okay, you old hippie, get out!

What's up?

Oh, Stubbsy, you bastard.

It's only a party.

Bloody maniacs.

What do you want with me, doc?

Bloody cow...

You bloody coward!

Whoa!

Get off.

I need to...

Refrigeration.

Doc.

Turn it off, turn it off.

No.

No, no...

Going?

- Yes.

- Where?

Sydney.

Sydney.

You want some food

before you go?

No.

How about a drink?

Hey, don't forget your gun.

What?

The boys made you

a present of the gun.

Bye.

Better?

Yes, better.

Thanks, mate.

Have another one.

Oh...

No, I don't really like to.

One more beer, thanks, Joyce.

Jock, you damn near saved

my life just now, how about

completing the job by

giving me a cigarette, huh?

Thanks.

I thought you were pulling out

of the yabba on Saturday.

Hmm? Oh, yes,

yes, I was.

What went wrong?

Oh, I got involved.

Hey, there's my suitcases.

Yours, are they?

Yes. I left them

here yesterday.

No.

No, not yesterday.

No, it's the other day.

They've been

here since Saturday.

Look, if John says they're

his, then they're his.

What's in them, John?

Oh, it's clothes.

Books.

Couple of schooners, Joyce.

Like he said, books.

Not that I doubted you,

of course, John.

Is there anywhere

I can get a shower and shave?

Thanks, mate.

Right, thanks a lot.

- Come and have a drink, mate.

- No, thanks.

- Come and have a drink.

- Not interested...

It will only take a minute.

Come on, come and have a drink.

Look, mate, I've given

up drinking for a while.

What's wrong with you,

you bastard?

Why don't you come

and drink with me?

I just brought you 50 Miles eating

dust, and you won't drink with me.

What's wrong with you?

What's the matter

with you people, huh?

You sponge on you...

You burn your house down,

murder your wife,

rape your child,

that's all right.

But don't have a drink with

you, don't have a flaming,

bloody drink with you,

that's a criminal offense,

that's the end of

the bloody world.

You're mad, you bastard.

Hey. The gent here wants to know

who owns that semi-trailer.

Who wants to know?

Excuse me.

You, uh...

You own the semi-trailer?

What of it?

Well, nothing, uh...

I wanted to see if you

could give me a lift.

Where you going?

Right through.

To the city, I mean.

Well, I'm going

to the city myself.

- Oh.

- How much is it worth?

I am afraid I'm broke, that's

why I'm begging rides.

Should be worth at

least a couple of dollars.

Well, it would be, yes, but...

But I'm really flat.

Make it $2 and we're sweet.

Look, I've got $1.

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