Wolf Creek 2

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Sh*t. It's under.

He doesn't know that.

Yes!

Oh, yeah.

G'day.

Get out of the vehicle.

No worries.

Know how fast you were going?

Faster than I was supposed to,

if you blokes pulled me up.

You shoot pigs for a living?

Bet your life.

Can you read?

Well, get a bit stuck on the big words

every now and then, but you know.

Yeah, I can read pretty good.

Then you'd be able to

read the sign back there

with the big one-f***in'-double-zero

on it, wouldn't you?

You know, I could've sworn I was, you

know, sittin' under 100 there. You know.

You think I'm talking sh*t?

Struth no. No, sorry, mate. No.

No, look, won't happen

again, all right?

Where the f*** you

think you're going?

You bastards. You're

putting me on, aren't you?

You're not really going

to book me, are you?

Can I see your license, please?

You're a long way

from home, aren't ya?

Look, always travel up north when I'm

doing a bit of hunting, you know.

Get away from it all. Not

a lot of pigs down south.

Ooh!

This, plus a speeding ticket.

It's an order to take

this car off the road

for good.

Tires are as bald as a baby's ass.

Amazed it's even running.

Body looks like you've thrown

it off a f***in' cliff!

Aw...

Come on.

Now you take this piece

of sh*t back to town,

and then you get the f***

back where you came from.

I don't want to see your ugly

mug around here ever again.

You understand?

Or is that too many

big words for you?

Mate, you sure you

want to give me this?

Bet your life.

You have a nice day.

Ta!

You f***in' a**hole. Oh, man.

That's how we keep our

quotas up out here, son.

Oh, man. "You sure you

want to give me this?"

Yeah. Pretty sure you just got that rusted

piece of sh*t taken off the road, too.

F***in' d*ckhead.

Oh, man, did you see

the look on his face?

What a redneck moron.

Jesus! F***! F***!

F***, the...

F***!

Shot!

Where the bloody hell do

you think you're going?

You're crazy, mate!

Not me leg. I think it's broken.

Yeah.

Ah, shut up, you big crybaby.

That'll do, pig.

What do you think

you're f***in' doing?

You know, your little mate's right.

I am a pig shooter.

You know what I do to pigs

who won't stop squealing?

I make 'em stop!

F*** me.

You stupid pair of bastards.

Look at the f***in' mess you made,

huh? Now, I gotta clean it up.

They'll f***in' find us!

They'll find the f***in'

car and then they'll...

F***.

I want to see my kids.

Why?

Mate... Mate, wait.

I can make the ticket

go away, mate.

Or I can make you go away.

Let's go! You are seriously a hero.

Hello.

Cool.

Hey! Thank you! Thank you!

Have a good trip.

Awesome.

They are so cute. I love them.

What are they called again?

The little black one's

called Nutella.

Yeah, we have that in Europe, too.

I know it's brown, but it's my

little daughter's idea of a joke.

And the little one with the

broken horn is called Casper.

And, uh, the other

one, that's Marley.

- Okay.

- Thank you so much.

- It's all right.

- Here we are.

Bye-bye, kids.

- Thank you. Auf Wiedersehen.

- See ya. Okay.

- See ya, love.

- Thank you very much.

So cool.

Oops.

Hello, and, uh, goodbye.

All right, if you keep fighting

you're gonna go back to the car.

Motherf***er!

What's wrong with you people?

You afraid to stop or something?

Yahtzee.

What the bloody hell are you

buggers doing out here?

This is a national park.

You can't camp here, mate.

Uh...

Sorry, we did not know that was the

case. About national parks, I mean.

No signs here.

Oh, well, don't get your knickers in a knot,

mate, I'm not a ranger or anything. Eh?

Look at this bloody fire, mate.

You haven't put it out properly.

All this bloody saltbush around

here is dry as a nun's nasty.

You know, one spark, the whole

bloody place will go up!

Ah. I...

I did put some water on it.

Yeah?

Well, for all the good you've done,

you may as well have pissed on it, eh?

It was a good thing

I found you, huh?

Name's Mick.

Rutger.

Rutger. Rutger! Eh?

Kraut, are ya?

I'm, um... From Germany.

They usually are.

Okay.

Oh...

Heil, Frulein.

Hi.

Little bit of German for you.

It's good, Frulein.

As I was saying, mate, if

the rangers did find you,

you'd be charged, right?

You wouldn't want that, would you?

No.

As a matter of fact, mate,

I'm going back through town,

so I can give you a lift, okay?

You know, and set you up in a

caravan park for the night.

Right? Yeah?

You wouldn't want to be hiking

back into town, would you?

No, we were hoping to

get lift tomorrow.

Like I said, there's no signs here, so did

not think we were doing anything wrong.

Well, I'm offering you a

lift, mate, you know.

So you won't get caught.

Um...

Are you sure there's no camping

here? I checked on the map.

I just said so, didn't I?

Well, yes, but...

Well, you calling me a liar?

Um...

Look, I'm gonna give you one

last chance to help you out.

All right?

Thank you, but, um, we will stay.

Sorry about the fire and for

making you come out of your way.

Don't you turn your back

on me, you Nazi bastard!

So, let me hear you talk

back now, you dopey c*nt.

Rutger!

Rutger!

Rutger!

Rutger!

Let me go!

Let me go!

Eh?

Keep still. Keep still.

Keep f***ing still!

Now put your hands together.

Put your f***ing hands together, or I'll

spread your nose all over your face.

Huh?

Now look, I didn't

want to do you here,

but your stupid f***ing

boyfriend forced me.

And now, why wait, eh?

Anyways, my name's Mick Taylor.

Pleased to meet you.

You know...

I still don't know what you friggin'

tourists see in this place.

I mean, is this the way you

spend your life, Frulein?

Eh?

Coming out here and

shitting in our backyard?

Is that what it's all about, eh?

Is it, eh?

I'm talking to you.

Talking to you!

Oh...

Oh, look at that, eh?

Cookies!

Rutger!

Rutger!

Rutger, no!

Eh?

Sh*t!

He's tougher than a pig.

Where you crawling

off to, Frulein?

Now,

I promise you.

We're gonna spend a nice,

long, few months together.

There we go!

Non-smoker.

Gutless Kraut now, huh?

Jesus!

Rutger, what are you,

part bloody donkey?

Who's the lucky girl, then? That'd

make your eyes water, wouldn't it?

Here's a little piggy,

here's his snout.

Slit him open and

his guts fail out.

Get your f***ing head out of there.

All good.

The dogs'll like that.

Oh, you mongrel bastard.

Oh, Jesus.

Come on!

Come on.

Quickest way to a man's heart

is through his chest, eh?

Doesn't look f***ing easy getting through

that f***ing breastplate, does it?

Can you f***ing believe it?

There we are.

Oh, no. Rip your heart out.

There we go!

Hide and seek, is it?

Hey, come on, girly.

Up the ass.

Wait, wait.

You have to run faster than that.

Clever b*tch, eh?

Beck?

Becky?

Hello, Angel?

I can't hear you, babe.

Um...

Becky.

Bollocks.

Holy sh*t!

Help me!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

What happened?

Did you get hit?

What?

It's all right. Come on! We're gonna

get you out of here, all right?

All right.

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