Wolf Creek 2 Page #2

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Whoa.

Hey, is there anyone else?

Is there anyone...

Who did this sh*t to you?

Hang on, hang on, hang on, hang on!

Give me your hand, all right?

I don't understand you!

Who's this f***ing maggot?

Who was that? Who was that?

What the f*** is going on here?

You'll have to do better

than that, a**hole!

Oh, sh*t! It's all right!

Hey, little pigs, little pigs!

Let me come in!

It's all right!

Come on, you f***er!

Whoa!

F***! F***!

Hold on!

Oh, God!

It's all right.

Hang on. It's all right.

See you in hell, c*nt!

Jesus.

Yeah!

Oh, sh*t!

Are you all right?

Oh, sh*t!

F***!

For f***'s sake, Mick!

Don't!

F***!

I'm...

I'm sorry.

Sh*t!

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!

Uh...

Hey!

Oh, sh*t!

What the f***'s wrong

with you, you pricks?

Stop, you f***ing bastards!

Okay.

Okay.

Hey!

Hey!

Stop!

Here! Hey!

Oh, f*** me.

Oh, sh*t!

Thanks for the truck, blubber guts.

Let's play, eh?

Come on!

Oh, sh*t!

Whoops.

Bit of music, eh?

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, sh*t!

Hey! Sh*t! Flying kangaroo!

Oh! Sorry, Skippy.

Hey!

Welcome to Australia, cocksucker.

Come on.

Oh!

Come on!

Sh*t!

You'll have to do better than that!

He's got to be hungry, I know that.

We didn't know whether to wake you.

We're heading to town as soon

as you've eaten something.

Phone?

No phones.

We got shortwave if it was working.

It's the magnets. Something

weird in the ground.

Even the TV goes on the

blink now and again.

Ah, you got to be

self-sufficient out here.

It's all right.

You're safe now.

I'm Lil.

This is Jack.

Paul.

Come on, son. Eat up.

You'll need your strength.

I made it special for you.

You in there, hero?

You don't want anyone else

to get hurt, do you, eh?

He's here.

Don't you worry, mate.

I'll see to it.

Get off my property.

Hey, mate. The boy. Hand him over.

I said get the hell away from here.

Now get.

He's gone.

No. No, he's...

He's not.

He will be if I see him again.

The car's at the front.

We'll all go out together.

You got the keys, no?

I can't.

Sh*t.

Hey, baby.

We could have had a

good time, you and me.

Please!

Just leave me alone.

F***ing Pommy, eh?

I...

- Huh. Definitely a Pommy.

- Weak as piss.

Obviously don't know the

first rule of the Outback, hero.

You never, ever stop.

Could have saved yourself

a whole lot of trouble.

Why you here, Pommy?

Please...

I asked you a question.

- Why are you here?

- Please...

Please... I didn't...

I didn't mean to interfere.

I should have just left her there

and minded my own business.

Well, maybe I can

answer it for you, huh?

You're here for an adventure.

You're here for a bit

of excitement, hmm?

- For the thrill, hey? Hey?

- Yes. Yes! Yes!

- Something a bit different!

- Please.

Please!

Just let me out of here.

And I'll just walk away.

That's a good one.

You expect to come to

my f***ing country,

waltz around like you

own the bloody place,

come between a man and his

meal and "just walk away," eh?

Just like that?

Please! Don't!

You owe me, boy.

What made you think you could

just take her away from me, huh?

Just wanted to...

Hey? Hey, hey, hey?

Where's your famous

English wit, now? Huh?

Even harder to be a smartass

with no f***ing tongue.

There once was a lad from York,

who picked his nose with a fork.

And when it got stuck, he

cried, "I don't give a f***,"

and walked around

looking like a dork.

There once was a man,

uh, from Kansas,

whose nuts were made of brass.

In stormy weather, he'd clack them together,

and lightning would shoot out his ass.

What are you doing, Pom? Hmm?

There once was an old lady from

Wheeling, who had a peculiar feeling.

And she lied on her back,

and tickled her crack,

and pissed all over the ceiling.

"Pissed all over the ceiling."

You're a funny little

f***, aren't ya, eh?

English wit, mate.

Where'd you learn those?

Boarding school.

Boarding school, huh?

Pants-down, botty-whackers, eh?

Only on weekends.

You still know f***

all about my country,

eh, you little Pommy ponce?

There once was an

Australian stockman,

lying, dying.

And he got up on one elbow

and he turned to his mates who had

all gathered around and he said...

Watch me Wallabies feed, mate

Watch me Wallabies feed

They're a dangerous breed, mate

So watch me Wallabies feed

All together now!

Tie me kangaroo down, sport

Tie me kangaroo down

Tie me kangaroo down, sport

Tie me kangaroo down

Keep me cockatoo cool, Curl

Keep me cockatoo cool

Don't go acting a fool, Curl

Just keep me cockatoo cool

All together now!

Tie me kangaroo down, sport

Tie me kangaroo down

Tie me kangaroo down, sport

Tie me kangaroo down

Take me koala back, Jack

Take me koala back

He lives somewhere out

on the track, Mac

So take me koala back

All together now!

Tie me kangaroo down, sport

Tie me kangaroo down

Tie me kangaroo down, sport

Tie me kangaroo down

Play your didgeridoo, Blue

Play your didgeridoo

Keep playing 'til I

shoot through, Blue

Play your didgeridoo

All together...

Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred

Tan me hide when I'm dead

So we tanned his hide

when he died, Clyde

And that's it hanging on the shed!

Hey!

F*** me.

You mad little British bastard.

Well, you know...

Where do you know that song from?

Uh... My mother had the record.

- Oh.

- We'd listen to it endlessly as kids.

My word, eh?

You are a knowledgeable

little prick, eh?

I'll tell you what, mate.

Let's have a f***ing drink, eh?

I thought you'd never

f***ing ask, mate.

"I thought you'd

never f***ing ask."

Tie me kangaroo down, sport

Tie me kangaroo down

There you are, son. Let's wrap the

laughing gear around this one, eh?

Oh. Thanks. It'd be better

to have a free hand.

Oh. Thanks for mentioning that.

I would never have thought. You know.

There we go.

- Thank you.

- Okay.

- Get that up, son.

- Thank you.

Please.

Here's looking up ya bum.

Whoo...

All right, isn't it?

Tastes like camel's piss but, Jesus,

it gives a man a f***in' buzz.

Rum. It's all me and my mates

used to drink back home.

Yeah? Rum, eh? Here's a good one.

My name is old Jack Palmer

I once dug for gold

The song I'm 'bout to sing ya

Recalls the days of old

When I'd plenty mates around me

and the mates would fairly hum

As we all sat together

round the old keg of rum

The old keg of rum,

the old keg of rum

As we all sat together

round the old keg of rum

The old keg of rum...

Australians all, let us rejoice

For we are young and free

With golden soil and

wealth for toil

Our home is girt by sea

I hate that f***ing song.

"Girt by sea."

Who's "Gert"?

Some f***ing big butch lesbian

standing astride Sydney

f***ing heads or something.

It's a f***ing sh*t song.

Hmm...

Oh, sh*t.

Now, seeing as you're such an amusing

f***ing Einstein know-it-all bastard,

I got this little game

we can play, huh?

- Kind of like a quiz. Yeah.

- Right.

I call it Aussie history.

I ask you 10 questions, you get

half of 'em right, so, five,

and then I'll let you go.

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