Wolf Creek Page #3
Lucky you sheilas
are traveling with a bloke.
Oan't be too careful.
[Man chuckles]
- Ooh!
- Nothing wrong with the battery.
[Laughs]
- I told you we'd be all right.
- I know. He's hilarious.
He's like one of those guys
from the outback Australia shows.
- Yeah!
- Like Orocodile Dundee.
- [Liz giggles]
- He's a pisser.
You're an Aussie.
How come you don't talk like him?
You want the bad news?
Or the really bad news?
Well, your coil's rooted.
Oactus. You're not going nowhere.
- What can we do?
- F***. I had it totally checked...
- Ben. F***.
- [Liz] Must be something we can do.
You take the old one out,
bung the new one in, Bob's your sister.
The only good news is
I got the gear to do it.
Problem is, it's back at my camp
just down the road a ways.
I'm going back down there anyway,
so I could give you a tow,
fix it tonight.
Probably have you
on the road by morning.
Otherwise, someone'll
be coming through here.
Eventually. [laughs]
Make up your mind,
'cause I gotta get a rattle on.
- [Liz] Thank you
- [Ben] Thank you.
- What do you guys want to do?
- Might as well.
He's not going to fix it
for free, is he?
What if he wants a couple hundred
pounds or something?
- A thousand, what? I don't know.
- [Ben] OK, OK.
- I don't have a lot of cash on me.
- Me, neither.
Nor do I.
Duh.
Why don't we get him to tow us to town,
and we'll get someone there?
Yeah.
- OK.
- Go on.
- You go on, you ask him.
- I don't want to.
Go on. It's a bloke thing. Go on.
Yeah, you must. Please?
- Yeah.
- It's a bloke thing.
[Kristy] Ask him.
- [Ben] You didn't need any help?
- Nah, I'm all right. Thanks, though.
Oertain way of putting it in.
Um, I know it's a long way,
but the girls were wondering
if you could tow us back into town.
I mean, we don't wanna put you out
any more than we already have.
Look, I'd really like to help you, mate,
but I'm not heading
that way, you know?
If you don't want the lift,
that's up to you, but I'm heading south.
- South.
- Yeah, south.
South.
- You wanna go north.
- Yeah.
- I'm heading south.
- [Both chuckling]
Yeah.
- Bit of a bugger.
- Bugger. Yeah.
[Ben] So, um...
- Well, with that coil...
- Yeah?
...and stuff...
How much would that cost,
say if we just got you to do that?
It's not f***in' Pitt Street, mate!
Of course I'm not gonna charge you,
you stupid bastard! Hey?
[Laughs] You hear that?
"How much?"
Hey?
- [Ben] Oh, you sure?
- Oh, Jesus, you make me laugh.
You must keep the little buggers
amused, hey?
[Ben] Yeah.
You amuse the bloody
bejesus out of me.
All right. I'll get the girls going.
- That'd be a good idea.
- Yeah, good idea.
- Off you go.
- Off I go.
Yay.
All right.
[Sighs]
Where did he say his place was again?
South.
It feels like we've been
driving for hours.
We shouldn't be too far.
That's what you said an hour ago.
OK, let's just get him
to drop us off here then, all right?
It's cool.
He said it was gonna be
a bit of a drive, didn't he?
Mm-hmm.
It's cool.
Must be some sort of mining operation.
[Ben] Hmm. Looks like a ghost town.
- We're here.
- Thank God.
Wherever here is.
- [Man] I have plenty of water there.
- [Liz] Aw, thank you.
It's the one thing
that we don't have plenty of.
[Ben] Oheers.
Nothing like rainwater
from the top end.
Hey, Mick, this place is amazing.
I can't believe they just walked out
and left all this stuff here.
Plenty of places like this
all over the outback.
Thousands of 'em.
Places people've forgotten about.
[Mick] Must be a whole town
out there somewhere.
Got lost in a six-month
dust storm back in the '40s.
I heard of blokes gettin' lost
on their own farms.
Just never found their way out.
- On their own property?
- Mm-hmm.
That's amazing.
Oh, there's one up here
that crosses three states, right?
- Takes six days to drive across.
- No!
I... I... We used to
work out there once.
- What'd you do there?
- Head shooter.
You know, clearin' vermin.
Roos, horses, pigs, buffalo.
You name it.
Don't work there no more.
Use poisons.
You know, instead of shooters.
Yeah, used to... used to fly in
with the helicopters.
[Stuttering] You fly in low
over a herd of water buffalo.
Sometimes take out 50 head
in an afternoon.
I wore out five bolts
on a.303 one year.
Pigs. Pigs were different.
You have to get in close.
Get the dogs onto 'em,
and then you go in with a knife.
You had to get in under him, you know,
while the pig's fighting off the dogs.
And you had to be quick.
Otherwise, you'd lose
your guts on its tusk.
- Sharp!
- [Chuckles]
I seen a big boar pig, right?
Take a pitbull's head
clean off one time.
[Makes whooshing sound]
Little legs still pumpin' away.
[Makes squirting sound]
Oh!
- [Mick] Fair dinkum.
- Fair dinkum?
That's what I said, yeah.
[Chuckling] Fair dinkum.
Wow. Poor little fella.
[All laugh]
- So, um, where do you live?
- Oh, I get around, you know.
Never know where I might pop up.
[Laughs]
- Man, you must love the freedom.
- What?
The freedom.
You know, you must love it.
You know, hangin' out
in nature and sh*t.
- [Mick] Right.
- [Ben] Yeah.
[Ben] You get to, like,
you know, cruise around the bush.
Saying cool stuff like,
"that's not a knife, this is a knife."
[Both laugh]
[Ben] You know
what I'm talking about? Yeah?
What do you actually do... now?
Oh, I could tell ya,
but then I'd have to kill ya.
[Laughs]
So you don't really
shoot kangaroos, do you?
I'm doing people a service
by taking out a few roos.
They're everywhere out here now.
Like tourists.
[All laughing]
[Belches] Oh. Excusez moi.
[Belches loudly]
- Oi.
- [Belches]
Oi. Your turn.
[Farts]
[All laugh]
Fair go.
Bloody women here, son.
Well, um, I'll let you know when
I get it goin'. What do ya reckon?
- Thank you.
- [Mick] No worries.
- Thank you.
- [Ben] Thanks.
[Ben yawns]
"But then I'd have to kill ya."
Shh.
What?
Did you see the way
he was looking at you?
He's trying to impress us
with his great white hunter thing.
But he's doing us a favor.
He probably doesn't appreciate us
cracking jokes at his expense.
Seriously.
- [Liz] Let's get the car fixed.
- That's what we're doing.
Don't freak out.
- [Mick] You all right?
- Fine, thanks.
Thanks again for helping us out.
No worries.
Obviously, it'd be great
to get going as soon as possible.
No worries.
Ben.
Ben, move the Esky
away from the fire.
[Sighing] Ben.
[Gasping]
[Panting]
Oh!
[Whimpering]
[Sobbing]
[Panting]
[Moaning]
[Panting]
[Glass shard falling]
[Gasping]
[Distant scream]
[Kristy] No!
No! Aah!
[Screaming continues]
[Man speaking indistinctly on radio]
[Breathing shallowly]
[Radio static]
[Screaming hysterically]
Please don't kill me.
Please.
[Kristy] Please! Aah!
Please!
Don't kill me! Please!
[Kristy] No!
Don't kill me!
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