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So you're saying we'd actually have

1,500 Australians fighting for Islamic state-type terrorists

because Muslim leaders won't back down?

May I help you?

Just a refill on this, thanks.

Sure thing.

That's $25.

$25, thanks.

Oh, ah.

Yeah, mum, I know, the salon's just not

cutting it for me these days.

Yeah, I think TAFE is just what I need

to make a real go of it.

What about Josh?

He's old enough to take care of himself now after school.

Yeah, look, mum, I gotta go.

I'm turning the mixer on. I'm turning the mixer on.

Just a minute!

Box! My office, now!

Yeah, boss?

About time, Box.

This is Nathan, our new charity case the state's awarded us.

You're gonna show him the ropes

and make sure he doesn't fuck up too much.

Come on, kid.

Show him around, get him cleaning.

Then work up to the kills.

And safety! The last thing I need

is another fucking idiot losing a finger on the first day.

So this is the hose.

Squeeze the trigger, on. Release, off. Got it?

Yep.

Now you go.

On.

Off.

Yeah, natural.

Do you eat steak?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, this is where all the steak comes from.

But don't get any ideas, huh?

Yeah, rump, eye filets, sizzle,

T-bone, she's all here.

All we have to do is cut it out of 'em.

Do you eat asshole?

What?

Tongues, face, assholes,

anything that's not pretty goes into snags.

Waste not, want not, got it?

Got it.

Well, every fortnight on payday,

we all bring in a bucket.

Well, not a big bucket, like a small ice cream tub.

Casseroles, or for your dogs. A few scoops of this,

you're all set.

This is the cold room.

Product goes in, product goes out.

Don't get any ideas of punching these things, though.

You're not Rocky, and you'll just look like a wanker.

You a shooter?

Nah, but I fish though.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, fresh water mostly.

Usually go up the river

or out on the lakes for a few days.

You'll be fine doing a cow, then.

You bop it on the head, you slit its throat.

Guttin' a cow stinks a shit lot worse than a fish.

So that's why you'll be doing that part.

Welcome to the main event.

Out in the back, you shoot 'em in the head.

The gate drops down, you slit their throat.

Sometimes they'll keep kicking,

but you only focus on one thing,

turning these heifers in Bolognese.

Now just like a fish.

You work your way from the pussy down to the throat.

Here you go, cunt.

Heh, wet your lips on this.

Cheers, mate.

Don't get too excited. You're getting the next one.

Oh, nah, I won't be having too much.

You're driving?

I'm just, ah, cash is a bit low until first payday.

Might have to start calling you Whispers.

Why's that?

Because you never fuckin' shout.

Everything okay with the meals?

Looks like Box has got a new girlfriend.

Yeah. Everything's all right, love.

New guy!

Yeah, mate. Nathan.

Welcome to the bullshit corner.

Wanna know why they call him the Box?

Why's that?

'Cause he's a fuckin' pussy, aren't ya?

Pussy!

Friend of yours?

Nah, that's Blake.

You gotta watch him at work.

Harmless, but he can be a real cunt.

Someone needs to take him down a peg or two.

Yeah, maybe one day, tough guy.

Anyway, what brings you to town?

So how are you finding the town?

Yeah, it's fine. Just like back home.

Your living situation?

That's just me at the moment,

but hopefully Tracey will be moving up soon.

Good.

That's good. Made any friends?

A guy at work's been real good,

taking me out for beers and stuff.

Just as long as it's the right people.

First month's always the hardest, you know?

But we don't want you slipping back into your old habits

and getting in with the wrong crowd, okay.

Nah, things are good.

Anyway, how's it at work?

Yeah, it's good just to have a job again.

You working every day?

Four, five days mostly.

Okay, well, if it gets any less than two,

give us a call and we'll work something out, okay?

And your new mate's there?

Yeah.

Hm, and the rest of 'em?

Hey Nath. Little Nath, all on his own.

What's goin' on?

Not much. Where's the big Box?

He's gone to get us something from the lunch truck.

Oh, okay, well, you won't have to worry

about buying lunch today, mate,

because we got a little something for ya.

You being the new guy and all,

and you know, company tradition.

Yeah?

Yeah, why don't you take a break and come with us?

Nah, fuck off, Blake.

Fuck off?

Don't be like that, don't.

Ya see, firstly, we're just trying to be nice to you.

And secondly, well, we got a little

extra-special delicacy for you.

Don't!

Because you're looking a little too hungry there, Nath,

too hungry to be waiting for your old mate Box

to waddle his ass back from the lunch truck,

don't you reckon, Damon?

Yeah, mate, real fuckin' hungry.

Get the fuck off me!

Let me ask you something, Nate,

and I want you to be completely honest with me.

Have you ever tried pig dick?

Get it, get it in there , pig dick.

You enjoy that!

Pig dick!

When they start playing up,

they'll take any advantage to tussle with ya.

Don't give 'em nothing. You gotta show 'em who's boss,

And you do that by slashing their arsehole open.

Yeah, yeah, I know, "You shouldn't do that."

they say, "It's not right."

But they're not the ones forcing them

through the processor, are they?

And besides, what's a slashed taint

gonna matter just a few moments time?

You gotta show 'em who's boss, you gotta put 'em in line.

Why all of these pigs all of a sudden?

I mean, since I got here, it's just been cows, now pigs.

Yeah, well the place up in Derry usually gets 'em,

but when they get overloaded,

we're stuck processing the little fuckers.

I'm glad they taste so good, otherwise it wouldn't be worth

dealing with all their shit, now, would it?

You still hungry, Pig Dick?

Fuck off, mate.

Oh, come on mate, don't be like that.

All right, all right, I get it, okay?

We took it a little far,

me and the boys before, but we're sorry.

Yeah, sure.

Good, we're sorry we gave you lunch,

but we didn't give you any fucking dessert,

did we, pig dick?

Ha ha ha ha, you fucking Pig Dick! Whoo!

Fuckin' Pig Dick!

Pig Dick!

Pig Dick! Pig Dick! Pig Dick!

What the fuck was all that about?

Just a bunch of fuckin' comedians.

Nah, mate, what did they do?

They thought it'd be real funny

to stick a raw pig dick in my mouth.

That's , that's far, that-

Everyone in town will be calling you Pig Dick

by the end of the week if Blake's mouth

has got something to do with it!

Maybe it's time a lesson was taught.

What are you getting at?

Don't give me that fuckin' doe-eyed look.

You know what I'm getting at.

I know what you've done.

Just like those pigs I was telling you about,

it's time Blake is taught a lesson

that when you fuck with the bull, you get the fuckin' horns.

Box, you just missed the turn-off.

C'mon.

What are we doing?

Hello?

Fuckin' hell.

What the fuck, Box?

Get off me ya bloody dickhead!

Come on!

Do it!

Do it again!

Now, you finish it.

Take it, take it!

Take it!

Do it.

Do it!

I don't know!

Do it! Do it!

His soul belongs to you now.

Come on, cunt, let's clean this shit up.

Oi!

See you Monday.

You think a cow, pig, or a fish

doesn't care if you kill it?

It does, you just don't give a shit.

People aren't any different.

You done it before?

Don't tell me you didn't like it.

That cunt deserved it.

Made it easy.

Hey, you ever hear about this Martin Bryant bloke?

Huh, don't suppose you have.

People don't like to talk about it these days.

People would much rather try and forget, I guess.

Back in '96, this fucker went all-out

in Port Arthur, men, women, children.

It didn't matter to him. They meant nothing.

He wasn't smart. He didn't think things through.

Killed 36 people that day.

And he changed the country.

Yeah, I've heard of it.

You've fucking heard of it.

Well, that dumb cunt, you know he's retarded, yeah?

He's there rottin' in that cell!

He's the reason we can't go to the shops

and buy an automatic!

He's the reason we can't buy real guns!

He only got to 36, and that number will never go up!

That'll starve him.

Not me. No one's ever gonna know my name.

And that's just the way I like it.

When can we do it again?

We got another shipment of hogs

coming through on Thursday.

I want 'em processed and out the door

by close of business on Wednesday.

We're short, but you gotta suck it up

and keep moving forward, okay?

If we don't get every one of those pigs

out the door by Thursday,

you and I are both gonna have pains in our asses

that we're not gonna get rid of until end of financial year.

Number two processor's down.

Hans is coming to fix it at 11 o'clock, okay?

He should have it up and running

by the time you guys get back from lunch.

If any of those idiots get an idea

about not wearing a hairnet around the processing unit,

okay, you just remind 'em what happened to Jimmy.

I'm countin' on you, Box, got it?

Yeah, I got it.

Good, don't fuck it up.

Thanks for coming, mate.

No worries.

Cheers, cheers, come on in.

Box!

What's up?

Cops are here.

Yeah.

Couple of 'em, talking to Beresford.

You fucking snitch on me, cunt?

What? Why the fuck would I do that?

Don't worry, I'm only fuckin' with ya.

Shoulda seen the look on your face.

Don't worry about it.

Of course they're here. They had come here eventually.

I mean, Blake is missing, right?

So they come here to his workplace,

they ask a few questions, and then they're out the door.

They got nothing on us. We're clean, trust me.

Now, get back to work before Beresford

gets up my arsehole again.

Rough day?

Well, you could say that.

Bed time!

Hey, seriously, Trace,

bloody good thing you're here for Nate.

Yeah, I hope so.

So, what are you gonna do?

Uh, gonna take my resume around to a few places

tomorrow and see if I can pick up a shift or two

on a checkout or something.

Yeah, there's a,

I think there's a hairdresser in town, job going.

No, I've had it with those places.

I want something I can work up the ranks, you know?

Heh-heh, checkout chick one day,

store manager the next day.

Something like that, yeah.

Hey, look at ol' lover boy over there.

I think someone can't handle his piss.

I think you're a bad influence on him.

Me?

Yes!

Ha ha ha, never!

Mm, hey, lover boy!

Oh, dear, gettin' a bit low.

I might get another one, how 'bout you?

No, I'm good, thanks.

Fair enough, little darlin'.

Are you all right?

It's fine.

You know, one of the older girls probably

has something to deal with that, couple pills?

I said it's fine.

You know you're gonna have to clean

that thing when it's up.

Do you want me to take my clothes off, see my pussy?

Nah, leave 'em on.

Well, do you want me to touch myself, get you going?

Stop it!

What, you don't like it?

I said stop it.

Where's the toilet?

Just over there, hun. I'll be here when you get out.

Nah, I want you on the toilet.

That stuff's extra, you know?

Sit on it.

Piss.

What are these hogs still doing here, Box?

They'll be out by knock-off.

They better be, mate. Heads will roll!

Dickhead.

You know, tight little dress, titties are out.

Sister's looking all right for her formal, you know?

Nathan!

Oh, I'll catch you around, Damo.

How 'bout we clear the rest of these pigs up

so we can clear off down the pub?

I hear they've got a dartboard now,

and I reckon I'll be pretty good at it.

No, I picked up some extra work clearing gutters,

so I'll be doing that tonight.

Oh yeah? Good money in that?

You know, enough to get us an extra

couple of rounds once a week, huh?

Ha ha, now you're talking my language!

Let's kill some pigs.

Oh, it's nice, they've sent me a nice young boy

to help me around the house.

No problem, Mrs. Henderson.

Nice to have a man about the house again.

Mr. Henderson not with us?

No, he went to Korea.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear.

No, it's really nice to have someone

to help me around the house.

They, they did send me one of those nips once,

but I didn't really like the slanty eyes,

and yeah, give me the shudders, yep.

Hey, kid.

What?

This yours?

Skywarp.

Well, I don't know, whoever he is, looks pretty beat up.

Did you get that from up on the roof?

Yeah, up in the gutters.

It was my mum's from when she was little.

I accidentally threw it up there a long time ago.

She'd be pretty mad, so I never told her.

Well, now she never even has to know.

Thanks.

Where are your parents?

They work, so I play at Nan's.

Cool, I'll see you around, kid.

Okay.

See you later, Mrs. Henderson.

Oh, hang on there, Nathan, I've got something for you.

A nice liver casserole.

Oh, nah, I couldn't.

Oh, yes, nonsense, of course you can.

Take that home and get your girlfriend

to make some nice mashed potato,

and you'll really love it.

You don't say.

And don't worry about the plate.

Just bring that when you come, okay?

Sure thing, Mrs. Henderson.

Okay, bye.

I hope you like liver, babe.

Hey, Nath. How's Mrs. Henderson?

She sure is something.

Yeah, she's a real firecracker, isn't she?

Hey, did she tell you her fella died in Korea?

Yeah, she mentioned it.

Yeah, a fuckin' load of bullshit.

Turns out that he had two families,

and he was going back and forth one to the other.

Babe.

The stupid prick just never turned up one day.

Can you help me with the oven, please?

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Oh!

What is he still doing here?

Still doing here? How long's he been here?

He knocked off, and he's been here ever since.

He just won't take the hint and leave!

Really?

Yes!

Well, I'll have a beer with him,

and I'll get him out the door.

Nah, no beers, just get rid of him now.

No, shh, I don't want him to hear ya.

I don't give a shit! Just get rid of him!

So we want me to just walk in there

and tell him to fuck off?

Yeah, I don't know, I don't give a shit, Nathan, okay?

He's your friend, and right now,

he's creeping me the fuck out.

Fine. I'll get rid of him.

Good!

Hey, mate, I'm pretty tired.

Trace and I are gonna head to bed.

What, you kicking me out?

It's just been a big day, mate.

Yeah, no worries.

Look, if I had a slice like that to come home

and snuggle up with, when I walked in,

I woulda kicked me out.

No worries, huh, just give me to the next ad,

and then you can have all the time you want, stud.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, be ready, 9:00 a.m.

Can you talk to him at work tomorrow, please?

Aye? Talk to who?

To Box! He can't come around like that.

Yeah, yeah, I will.

There's something off about him.

Nah, that's just who he is.

He was nice enough to help the new guy out at work.

Does he have a family of his own?

I don't know. He doesn't talk about it.

I don't think he does.

Yeah, well, he was dodging the question

when I asked him before.

What'd you guys talk about?

Oh, he talked about work and fishing

and hunting and just a whole lotta boring shit, really,

but he never really answered my questions, you know?

And it just sorta felt like I was talking to a brick wall.

He just wanted to drink beer and eat wings

and drivel on about small-town life.

I just don't want him getting the idea

that we're his family, you know?

Like, it's great that you have a workmate.

That is what he is.

He's a workmate.

Yeah. I guess you're right, just a workmate.

You'll tell him at work tomorrow, yeah?

After you, princess.

Nah, what is this?

Oh, it's nothing to be scared of.

Just a little project I've been working on. Go on.

Down to the end of the hall.

So, what is it?

Shh!

Listen.

Do you wanna see it?

Say hello,

to Mr. Henderson.

Come on, Nath, come and have a closer look.

Fuck, Box!

Like I said, my special project.

This is fuckin' wrong, mate.

What's so wrong with it?

We're gonna kill him, yeah?

Nah, this one's special. Trust me.

Everything he's getting,

he had it fuckin' coming to him, mark my words.

What did he do?

That's for me and Mr. Henderson.

Isn't it, you old cunt?

How long has he been in there?

I dunno. Who gives a fuck?

I'm going outside.

Yeah, you do that.

I'm gonna have a chat here with me old mate.

Hello, Stanz' office.

Hey, Louise, it's Nathan, Nathan Hopper.

Ah, the country boy.

Yeah, that one.

Listen, is Stanz there for a quick minute?

He's a little busy at the moment, mate.

Yeah, I just need to speak to him for a quick minute.

I'll see what I can do.

Thanks.

Nathan?

Yeah, sorry, mate.

I just don't know who I can talk to about this.

What's it about, mate? Did something happen?

Don't tell me you're in the lockup again.

No, I just, I need someone to talk to.

Nath, I'm in the middle of something here,

mate, shit up to me neck.

I'll call you next week, yeah?

Yeah, sure.

Hi, Nate. Calling Trace?

Yeah, just checking up on her.

Chicken burgers.

Thanks.

Oh, oh, yeah,

I got something real special for us.

One for you, one for me.

C'mon, let's go.

We're gonna flood the whole valley for the hydro.

It's a shame, it's a beautiful valley.

I think it's pretty gorgeous.

What's gorgeous is you.

Oh, my god, don't be gross!

I was only trying to be sweet!

Someone's here.

It's probably Parks.

There's two of them.

Where'd they go?

Tom, he's got a gun.

Seriously? You can't hunt here.

How are we?

Yeah, good, mate.

You know you can't hunt here. It's a national park.

Hunting? We're not hunting, oh, no.

No.

Pest control, you see?

Feral cats making a mess of all the indigenous critters.

Oh, okay.

How come you only have one gun?

I shoot 'em, he carries 'em.

Doesn't look like you're having much luck then.

I reckon our luck's just about to change.

How come?

Heh, 'cause you're exactly

the kind of pussy we've been after.

You can take anything you want.

Oh, yeah?

Our wallets are just in the bag over there.

Car's just down the road.

2016 Grand Cherokee, leather seats, top of the line.

Sorry, I forgot where in put the keys.

They might be under the blanket.

I want you to tie him up.

It's gonna be okay, honey.

Yes, it will.

I don't know what-

- Hey! Don't get any ideas.

Bang! Bang!

I know, how 'bout eeny, meeny,

miny, moe,

catch a nigger by the toe.

If he squeals, let him,

what the fuck was I, oh, fuck this.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Look at her!

The last thing she's gonna see

is you sobbing like some pussy.

Oh, please, no, no, no.

Oh, please, why?

I'll make a deal with ya.

- No, no! - I reckon she's got

about 30 seconds more left in her.

If she lasts any longer, I'll let ya go. Deal?

No!

Well, I tell ya what.

I reckon a bit of time's already passed,

so we'll count down from 10, shall we?

Ten, nine, eight-

- Why? - Seven, six, five,

four, three, two-

Ah!

I'll let you in on a little secret.

I picked her out right from the very start.

Oh, Nate, shut this cunt up!

Nath, Nath!

He's seen your face. You know what you have to do.

If you don't, you know what that'll mean for you.

You know what that'll mean for Trace.

Why, no, I can't!

All right, then. Looks like it's up to me.

I haven't had this much fun in a long time.

Wait!

Fuck!

I'll do it.

I'm done.

What?

What we did back there was fucked. I'm done!

Don't you walk away from me!

Get it through your fuckin' head, Box. It's over.

I don't know you. You don't know me.

Nath!

Stay away.

You just can't call it quits!

Yeah? Watch me.

You're in this as deep as I am!

It's not something you can walk away from!

I never signed up for what we did back there.

I can't do this anymore.

Nath, this is how it is. You don't always have a choice!

That kid saw your face, saw mine.

If we'd let him go, we'll be both locked up.

You did what you had to do to survive.

You made me kill a kid!

I made you kill a kid. You did it on your own.

You did everything to make this happen, everything!

It's over. You understand?

Look at this world, Box. Look at it!

Back there, killing fucking kids, is that what you want?

Over? This is never gonna be over!

You just can't turn this off. This isn't a fuckin' switch!

You asked me, you asked me, and I let you in!

Every morning I wake up in this world,

and I see those cunts looking at me

like I'm some piece of fuckin' filth!

Who the fuck are they? Who the fuck are they?

You're a monster.

Nah, we both are. You're just like me.

Oh, what, don't tell me you didn't like it, kid.

You should be thanking me for you're not the pussy

you once were when we first met.

I'll never be like you.

Oh, well, you do what you have to do.

But ain't it gonna be a shame

when Trace finds out all about this.

Don't you dare bring her into this.

You even breathe her name, and you're dead.

Nice work, Damo.

What are you doing, standing around here doing nothing?

I just sliced half a dozen hams!

Well, there's shit to be done here, mate.

Take your thumb outta your ass

and go on get those hogs out from their truck.

They've got your name on 'em. Do your job!

What the fuck are these pigs

still doing in here, Damo?

Ah, yeah, sorry, Box, I fucked up.

Just going out for a smoke. You got these?

For fuck's sake!

What the fuck, Box? Why are these pigs still alive?

I'll show you how to kill a fuckin' pig!

What the fuck?

You're done, mate! Get outta here!

Aw, fuck, Damo. Go fuck your sister again.

Black velvet tapestries

that hung all over the ceiling and down the walls,

falling in heavy folds-

upon carpet of the same material and hue.

But in this chamber only,

the color of the windows failed to correspond-

- Oh, Box, what are you doing here?

Oh yeah, I just finished early.

Yeah, well, Nathan's not here.

No, no, yeah, I know, he told me

he was gonna meet me here.

Yeah, I don't know, Box, he's gonna be a bit-

- No, he said he'll finish soon.

There was no light of any kind.

Said he was coming to meet me.

Or candle within the suite of chambers.

Okay, come in.

There stood opposite to each window

a heavy tripod bearing a brazier-

- You want a beer or anything?

Oh yeah, that'd be great, thanks.

Glass and so glaringly illuminated the room,

and thus were produced a multitude

of gaudy and fantastic appearances.

But in the western or black chamber,

the effect of the firelight that streamed

upon the dark hangings through the blood-tinted panes

- was ghastly in the extreme- - There you go.

And produced so wild a look

upon the countenances of those who entered

that there were few of the company bold enough

to set foot within its precincts at all.

It was in this apartment also that there stood

against the western wall a gigantic clock of ebony.

Yeah, how 'bout those Bombers, eh?

With a dull, heavy, monotonous-

- Fuck the Bombers.

And when the minute-hand made the circuit

of the face, and the hour was-

- Is everything okay?

There came from the brazen lungs of the clock

a sound which was clear-

- Yep.

And loud and deep and exceedingly musical,

but of so peculiar a note and emphasis that-

- Shall I put some food on?

The musicians of the orchestra-

- Yeah, sure.

Momentarily in their performance

to hearken to the sound, and thus the waltzers perforce

ceased their evolutions, and there was a brief disconcert

of the whole gay company, and while the chimes of the clock

yet rang, it was observed that the giddiest grew pale,

and the more aged and sedate passed their hands

over their brows as if in confused reverie or meditation.

I got a job.

A light laughter at once-

- Yeah?

Yeah, at the salon. Like you said, shampoo girl.

Is that a thing?

Of course it is! You never get shampooed?

And no similar emotion.

And then, after the lapse of 60 minutes,

which embrace 3,600 seconds of the Time that flies,

there came yet another chiming of the clock,

and then were the same disconcert and tremulousness-

So how's work going?

But in spite of these things, it was a gay-

- Oh, yeah, can't complain.

Mm, it's hard, you guys are getting all

those extra shifts lately, not free time.

Actually, Trace, I have a little bit

of a confession to make.

Okay.

I lost my job today.

Oh, that's really sad. What happened?

Usually I'm on the straight and narrow.

I clock on, do the hard yards, and then I clock off.

I love that job, you know?

But today, nothing was going my way.

I lost me cool, and it shouldn't have happened.

But they shouldn't a done that to me!

I was 15 when I started that job, 15!

Everyone just giving me shit, and I lost it.

That place is my home. That place is my life.

You know, I saw people come, I saw people go.

But I was always loyal.

I don't know anything else but killing.

Every day, I got to take the wind outta something.

Bang! Bang!

And on the days you don't,

you really start to miss it.

Just gonna check on the food.

Yeah, you do that.

Tracey?

Trace?

Trace?

Shit, Tracey! Tracey, oh, no!

Tracey! No, no!

She begged me, Nathan, she did.

She begged for her life!

She begged for yours.

But that's not all. No.

You know why I went fishing around inside her?

You know why I gutted her like a fuckin' fish?

Had she told you?

No.

She begged for your baby.

Going somewhere?

You shoulda been there, Nath.

It shoulda been you stickin' her!

Ow!

Rippin' that fresh little one straight out.

You just-

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