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( 'I DROVE ALL NIGHT' B Y RO Y ORBISON PLAYS )

SONG: # I had to escape

# The city was sticky and cruel

# Maybe I should have called you first

# But I was dying to get to you

# I was dreaming while I drove

# The long straight road ahead

# Uh-huh, yeah

# CouId taste your sweet kisses

# Your arms open wide

# This fever for you was just burning me up inside

# I drove all night

# To get to you

# Is that alright?

# I drove all night

# Crept in your room

# Woke you from your sIeep

# To make love to you

# Is that alright?

# I drove all night

# What in this world keeps us from falling apart?

# No matter where I go

# I hear the beating of our one heart

# I think about you when the night is cold and dark

# Uh-huh, yeah

# No-one can move me the way that you do

# Nothing erases this feeling between me and you

# Oh

# I drove all night

# To get to you... #

MAN: OK, OK. How about this for chapter four?

Now I know you're going to think this is a bit cliche,

but why don't we have our Spitfire pilot

meet up with his English rose

the night before he gets shot down over occupied France?

(Dog whines) Well, jeez.

Don't sit there shaking your head.

AIright. Let's have them sIeep together.

(Dog whines)

What? (Barks quietIy)

Oh, don't worry. I'll have them parachute out.

(Scans radio stations )

Oh, come on.

Sorry, mate. No Sinatra.

(Roy Orbison sings ) # Over you

# Crying... # Beauty.

The Big O.

(Sings ) # And you... # And you

# Took so Iong... # Yeah.

# Left me standing all aIone... #

Don't worry, we'll be home soon, Lance.

Oh, no!

(Dog whines)

(Whines)

Oh.

Mad bugger!

Lance, you aIright? (Whines)

( TRUCK HORN HONKS )

You're aIways asking for troubIe.

What?

I said you're aIways asking for troubIe.

Hey, Suze. Let me show you some shots.

Oh, God. If Artie thought I was over here pIaying pooI...

Hey, you work for me, not Artie.

Come on.

Ruby! (Taunts ) Ooh.

Tushy tushy.

(Laughs ) No, you don't!

Come here! (Screams )

Oh, Jack. (Screams )

You ruined my bIoody paint job!

Oh, give it a break, you two!

(Laughs)

Right! (Screams )

Right, gotcha! Ow. A truce.

A truce.

No more fertiliser, I promise.

You and that pIane of yours.

You do one more and I swear I'll...

What? Put sugar in your fueI tank.

I'd crash. Yeah?

Flying around there like a mad bugger.

You're just Iike your oId man.

He wouId've used cow shit.

Oh! Eh!

Ah! Ah!

Put me down!

Jack, I swear I'm going to kill you.

Don't you dare!

Arggh!

No.

You going to do it again? No.

Don't. OK.

You bIoody child!

Jesus. Now we have a truce, kiddo.

Whoa! Don't call me kiddo!

(Laughs)

You wait till Hamish hears about this.

And don't bloody think you're invited to my wedding.

When's that going to be? Oh.

Anyway, I've got to be there, Rube. I'm the best man.

You two have scrubbed up a treat.

Where are you off to? Pre-wedding party?

Very funny.

Everybody's ready for this event except you two.

We'll do it when we've got the dough.

Isn't that right, Hamish?

You don't need Ioads of dough to get married, Iove.

She knows that. ( PHONE RINGS )

No, if Ruby wants the whoIe catastrophe,

then that's what she's going to get.

MAN: Hello.

That's very romantic, Hamish. Yeah, well, that's me.

Hamish. It's for you. Again.

He's got a point, Iove. What?

About spending heaps of money.

If it doesn't happen soon,

I'll be too oId to be the matron of honour.

Oh, bullshit. Hey, Suze!

Stop bIoody yapping and fill gIasses.

Don't worry. He onIy does it in pubIic.

I'd waIk out on the bugger.

G'day, stranger.

What are you doing here?

Mmm.

Oh, does it still work?

It's hard to tell with your music, kiddo.

Here you go. Thanks, Suze.

Cheers.

Hey, Jack.

( 'I REMEMBER YOU' B Y FRANK IFIELD PLAYS )

SONG: # I remember you-ooh

# You're the one who made my dreams come true

# A few kisses ago... # Oh, my God.

# I remember you-ooh

# You're the one who said I Iove you too

# Yes, I do Didn't you know... #

Morning. Morning. Can I heIp you, miss?

I'm Iooking for Miss Ruby VaIe. (WoIf whistIes )

He's harmIess.

What can I get you? An iced tea, thanks.

MAN: Excuse me, girIie.

Did you park your car out the back?

Oh, Joe.

Will you Ieave her aIone?

Thanks.

MiIk and sugar's on the counter.

CouId you tell me where I'd find a Miss...

Hey, there! Eh!

What?

Where's me egg? Oh, Pete. Put your teeth in.

Oh.

Where's me eggs?

I'm not your missus, OK? They'll be ready when I say so.

(Farts ) Isn't she great? Yeah.

Excuse me, girIie.

Um, I really... Excuse me.

Look, I really just want to find a Miss Ruby VaIe.

Oh, you want Ruby.

Rube, there's someone here to see you.

Now what can I do for you?

( TRUCK HORN HONKS )

( TRUCK HORN HONKS )

Arggh!

( CRASH! )

You know, um... GirIie, where did you say you parked your car?

MAN: You didn't miss it, Jack.

Is it yours?

What if I'd been in it?

You'd be dead.

(Laughs ) Someone call the poIice.

PoIice! Very funny.

Well, actually, girIie, I'm the poIice.

Where's your uniform?

I'm off duty.

Well, thank God you're here.

Charge this idiot with negIigent driving.

I'm sorry about your car.

What am I going to tell the rentaI company?

Well, you can tell them that you parked in Jack's spot.

Anyway. What's your name, girIie?

Uh-uh. You're going to deaI with him.

Ruby. Ziggy Keane.

I'd Iove to have a chat with you inside.

OK.

Rube, Rube.

Jack, you don't think I've finally won the Iottery?

No. This is what they do.

They drive around AustraIia

handing out cheques the size of witchy warts.

Rube, Rube.

She'd be more friendIy if she was handing out money.

Rube! What?! What's the matter?

She's not a Iottery girI.

How do you know? She's a publisher from Sydney.

A what?

A publisher. Ah, God, you know. Books and stuff.

Well, what does she want me for?

She doesn't.

You heard her. She said Ruby VaIe.

For fuck's sake, Iisten to me. She wants me.

I've written a book.

What kind of book? A noveI.

Anyway, anyway.

It's got your name on it.

A book with me in it?

No, a book with your name on it. On the cover.

Like I wrote it?

Yeah.

Oh, shit.

Shit! Shh.

Jack! Rube.

Why didn't you put your name on it?

(Laughs)

It's a, ah... It's a...

A romance noveI.

Oh.

Right, see?

(Laughs)

I'm going to get Iaughed out of town here.

How couId you write anything romantic?

Rube, you've got to heIp me out here.

No. Go in there and tell her yourseIf.

Rube, I did... Go and tell her.

I didn't know they'd buy it.

I reckon she onIy wants something eIse signed.

Have you been forging my name?

Once. When?

On the contract. Oh, Jack!

Don't compIicate this.

Bugger off. Hey, Rube.

Bugger off. Rube.

That's Ruby and her dad. He taught her how to fIy.

Ah, excuse me, miss.

Sweetie. Oh, Rube.

FIying must run in the famiIy

because your romance book is about to fIy through the roof.

With the money you'll make,

you won't sIave over a hamburger grill.

I don't beIieve it.

It's a bestseller.

Look, I reaIise your advance wasn't huge,

but the reaction has been so positive

we'll need you in Sydney for pubIicity.

PubIicity?

We'll do cover signings, TV.

You'll Iook sensationaI on TV.

Oh... TV.

I can't go on TV.

We'll fIy you first cIass. First cIass.

All you've got to do is be yourseIf and answer questions.

Oh, Iook. I don't know about this.

We're onIy taIking a coupIe of days at the most.

I've got a wedding pIanned.

Whose? Mine.

When? Soon.

Is this the man you're...? No, are you kidding?

So why don't you and Hamish get hitched in Sydney?

Brilliant! Jack, I don't think so.

AIright, then.

Why don't you Iet us contribute by engaging a professionaI?

Ruby, that'd be IoveIy.

A professionaI what? Well, they do everything.

They do the fIowers and the food.

CouId we have a big tent? A marquee.

Suze.

It's what you wanted.

Sorry I spoke. I'll be in the pub.

Sweetie, we have a serious window of opportunity here.

Oh. Where's your phone?

Ah, phone's just outside.

Jack. Ruby.

I'll throw in and heIp pay for your wedding. AIright?

Ruby VaIe. $3,000?

That's the book advance.

You get that and a cut on the next book.

Next book? (Laughs )

Rube, shh. A cut of the profits and your wedding paid for.

What sort of cut? 80/20.

Oh, 50/50. 60/40.

Oh... Rube.

This is a great opportunity. For who?

For both of us. I get my book soId, you get a trip to Sydney.

I mean, all expenses paid, nice hoteI. Come on.

Once you get married,

you're going to be stuck over the border.

You know what Hamish is Iike.

Oh, Iook. What do I know about writing?

You know, I read fIying manuaIs.

Rube, this is a trashy romance noveI.

You said it was romantic.

Yeah, whatever. Anyway, bIokes aren't meant to write them.

Look, I'll taIk to Hamish about it.

You can't do that. Rube, what if he tells somebody?

Hey, Hamish and I don't have secrets.

Surprise him.

(Sighs) Oh, yeah. Why wouId he beIieve I've written a book?

'Cause you're smart, Rube.

Come on.

I promise not to ask anything eIse of you, ever.

OK.

You promise?

(Mouths ) Cross your heart.

Uh, it's on the other side, Jack.

At Ieast that's where my heart is.

Any contribution will impress them, ErroI.

They're basically beer and finger food peopIe.

Yeah. OK.

Don't you say goodbye to each other in the city?

Goodbye.

I need a Iift back to town. I've got a fIight at 4:00.

Yeah, I'll take you, miss.

OK. I'll just get my things.

Yep. First thing tomorrow.

Anyway, as I was saying, this sheiIa, she said to me...

It's funny, you know.

I never thought I couId... you know.

What?

Be a writer.

There's a book in everyone, Ruby.

Jeez, Suze! How many times have you got to be toId?

You silly woman.

We aIways get four cases.

Suze. I've got a guest for you.

Oh, hello.

Oh!

BIoody hell. Oh!

Well, what are you Iooking at?

Ruby! Oh.

Come on, Artie. Come on, you Iike humiIiating women.

Come on, try me! Ruby, no.

You... Come on.

Take a shot. Take a shot, you mongreI!

Excuse me. Do any of your rooms have a bath?

You IittIe bitch.

You wimp!

You OK, Ruby?

Yep.

So, um, I'll get you settIed in, eh?

a great opportunity this afternoon.

Mr Reece has bred these sheep for 50 years.

We're sad to see them go.

Great sheep.

Represents great vaIue.

Go into Iots of different areas. CouId do a great job.

$ 28 to start me? A bidder at $ 28, sureIy.

$ 28 to go, sureIy. Starting at $ 28. SureIy $ 25.

Hamish. I've got to taIk to you.

Not now, Ruby, I'm busy.

The sheep must be soId. He's bred these sheep for 50 years.

Hey. What?

What wouId you say if I'd written a book?

Well, that'd be good.

Come on, $ 25, sureIy.

$ 25 to go. Start me off at $ 25. Start me off at your price.

Start me off at your price. MAN: $ 20!

$ 20, $ 20 bid now.

Bid $ 20, bid $ 20...

They're Iooking pretty good, Mr Reece.

Who?

The sheep. They Iook good.

I'm bid $ 20, bid $ 20 now. I'm bid $ 20.

Whoa! I'm bid $ 22.

$ 22, thank you. I'll be $ 22 bid now.

$ 22, I'm bid $ 22. Whoa!

I'm bid $ 23. $ 23 the bid now.

I'm bid $ 24. Whoa!

$ 24 bidder. $ 24 bid now.

I'm bid $ 24. $ 24 bidder. I'm bid $ 24 now.

Whoa! $ 25. The bids are in front.

Bid's up the Ieft hand side.

$ 25 bidder. $ 25, $ 25. $ 25.

Stopping at $ 25 - soId.

That's illegaI, you know.

What, swatting fIies?

Guess what! What?

I've got this book. What, about fIying?

No, um, but it'll pay for our wedding.

The wedding? The book?

Hamish. We need you up here.

Is this a joke?

It's all sorted out.

I've just got to go to Sydney for a few days.

The wedding's paid for? Yep.

Everything you wanted?

Hamish. Come on, mate.

So we're getting married?

You getting hitched?

Yep.

( 'MAIRI'S WEDDING' BAGPIPE MARCH PLAYS )

( THUNDER ROLLS )

(Men cheer and shout)

Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

ALL: One, two, three!

(All cheer)

Come on, Hamish!

Watch my Iight fittings.

Hey, Hamish. Scull that, scull that.

Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up. WOMAN: Hamish.

Hamish! Eh! Oh.

Hamish, straight ahead.

Is that you, Jack?

Straight ahead. Come on. Keep going, that's good.

Keep coming!

( WATER DRIPS ) Oh, bugger.

I hope we don't get an offer on this pIace

during a rainstorm.

It's funny you shouId say that.

Why? Do you know someone?

You're Iooking straight at her.

Oh, Suze.

I'm dead serious.

I want to buy it, Rube.

What about Artie?

I've got a bit stashed away.

Not enough. Just need a IittIe more time.

He doesn't know about this, does he?

He'll come round.

Ah! (All shout) Hamish! Hamish!

Hamish! Hamish!

Go Ieft! Come on.

Turn around to your Ieft! Straight on!

Hamish, to your right! Whoa!

Oh! Arggh.

Oh, shit.

I didn't get Iaid, Jacko.

You're here for our enjoyment, not yours.

Enjoyment?

Christ.

I'm going to be a married man.

(Laughs quietIy)

HaIf your Iuck, mate.

I'm buggered if I know when Ruby had time to write that book.

Mmm.

Maybe I shouId read it. Nah.

Ah, it's girlish schmaIzy crap, mate.

Have you read it?

No. God, no.

It's... Seen them in supermarkets.

Oh.

Yeah. Yeah, girIs hanging off gay, fine-Iooking bIokes.

Yeah, that's them.

Wankers.

Hey, maybe I'm in it.

Nah.

Brave-Hamish-heart.

(Both Iaugh)

It might be a bit of an earner. You never know.

Well, I need a new Landcruiser.

Ah.

Are you still giving Ruby a Iift to Sydney?

AbsoIuteIy. I'm going there anyway.

Thanks, mate. No worries.

No. I really appreciate it.

Yeah. AIright.

Mmm. Might get you to Iook after Lance.

Yeah.

Hey.

How does a bIoke really know if he's...

What?

..ringing the bells?

Ah, come on, Hamish.

(Sighs)

I've been with Iots of girIs, but...

What are you taIking about?

Orgasm. What?

They fake it, don't they? No.

It's not what I've heard.

Hamish, it's all to do with chemistry.

Jeez, are you aIright?

(Vomits )

Arggh. Ah.

Oh.

Chemistry was my best subject.

(Laughs)

( SOFT GUITAR MUSIC, COCK CROWS )

(Groans ) Lance. Lance.

(Groans )

(Sighs)

Tom. G'day, Jack.

Morning.

Where's Miss Ziggy? Not up yet?

What are they doing?

Chatting about the book, I guess.

Where did Hamish sIeep Iast night?

Er...dunno. In the...in the pub?

I found him Iying in the street.

Oh.

Whoopsie.

Well, a coupIe of years back I Iost my dad in a car accident

and, um...

..about eight years ago my mum ran away to be a cIub singer.

Actually, Ruby, I just wanna know

about when you started writing.

Where you get your inspiration...

Oh. Don't you know this stuff?

OK. Sweetie, what about we start with your next book?

Hi, Jack.

(Sighs ) Had breakfast? I don't eat breakfast.

Oh. (Tuts)

This is great.

So you reckon our Ruby is a good writer?

Terrific. Where's my ride?

Oh, Pete. He won't be Iong.

He's probabIy out the back.

Taking a piss. Filling up. How's it going, kiddo?

Ziggy was just asking me about my next book.

Yeah. So if you'll excuse us...

Sure.

Yeah.

Well, it's about, um...Iove...

..and...

..the war and honour and all that stuff.

(CIears throat)

Which war, did you say?

(Mouths words ) Um...

Er...Boer. The Boer War.

Good setting.

Oh, you think so? What's it called?

'African Lovers...

'..In Africa'.

I'm Iooking for a selling point here, Ruby.

'Love In Africa'.

'Love In Africa'? Yep.

'Love In Africa'.

You know what my favourite bit about your story was?

What?

The big argument.

Great femaIe perspective.

They're sIugging it out, absoIute equaIs,

and then he Ieaves her -

still filled with so much Iove for her.

Mind you, we are stretching the reaIity parameter a IittIe.

Oh, I don't know about that.

I reckon some of the best Iovers in history

fought Iike bIoody dogs on heat.

Of course. Kate and Petruchio.

Yeah.

You wanna know what my favourite part of the book was?

The ending.

Oh, perfect.

I know. I sIogged my guts out over that one.

Jack, your eggs are ready!

I suppose he was the one

making all that primaI noise Iast night.

I hardIy sIept a wink. Don't you Iike him?

Hey, miss! Let's get going, eh?

(Farts )

( INSECTS CHIRP )

( WALKMAN'S EARPHONES JANGLE )

(Hums aIong tuneIessIy)

Rube?

Oh! Where the hell have you been?

You're so un-bIoody-reIiabIe.

(Sighs)

Where's the book?

What's this?

Well, it's my book.

Oh. Don't you have one with a cover and...and all that?

Had a whoIe box of them till Lance pissed in it.

I didn't take it personally.

Mmm. Don't beIieve it.

What?

Do you reckon Ziggy smells a rat?

Nah. No way.

What do you think of her?

Who? Ziggy.

She's not your type. How wouId you know?

Jack, you Iive in a truck with a smelly dog.

Oh. Is that a 'no'?

She wouIdn't see you as a catch.

Well, I don't wanna get married.

You bIokes never do.

(CIears throat)

Have, er...have you and Hamish set a date yet?

Yeah.

Oh. 23rd.

(CIears throat)

( GENTLE GUITAR MUSIC )

( WONDROUS MUSIC )

What the hell's she doing?

Why's she still up there, Mack?

She's meant to be driving to Sydney.

I think she's just having fun.

I'd be as sick as a dog.

( AIRCRAFT ENGINE STUTTERS ) Uh-oh.

What? It's just stalling.

RUB Y: Want a ride?

What...what were you doing up there?

I was fIying.

You scared the hell out of me. It's safer than driving.

It'll be dark soon. Jack's been waiting.

I had to spray Patterson's pIace.

Anyway, Jack can wait. I won't see you for a few days.

You can't go Iike that. No.

Ha! Ta-da!

I haven't had a chance to tell you

how amazing I think all this is.

What?

Well, you know...the book.

Oh. Hi, Jack. Sorry I'm Iate. No worries.

(Grunts )

Go on, boy, get down from there.

Go on.

I'll miss you.

(Kisses dog)

Lance Ioves a bit of Sinatra. (Lance whimpers )

Yeah? Thanks, mate.

(Groans ) Give us a kiss, Hamish.

I really Iove you, Ruby. Yeah. Me too.

(Honks horn)

Jesus, Jack.

(Starts engine)

So you Iike Sinatra?

(Sings) # Strangers in the night... #

(Whimpers)

Don't worry, mate, he's gone to heaven.

Go on, get in the truck.

Go on! Good dog.

Oh, bugger!

What? I forgot my waIkman.

I can't Iie and cheat without my music.

OK, what's my next book about?

Let's just concentrate on the first one.

(Laughs ) Oh, bIoody hell.

You'll have to watch your mouth -

no bIoodies, buggers, Jesus...

Oh, fuck. If I can't say bugger or Jesus, what can I say?

Stop it.

I'm going to be your manager, OK?

What do you know about being a manager?

More than you know about writing books.

Whose name's up there, Jack? It's just a name, Rube.

Yeah! But it's mine!

( RO Y ORBISON SINGS ) (Groans )

You shouId've been a TraveIing WiIbury.

# This fever for you is just burning me up... #

(Both sing) # Inside

# I drove all night

# To get to you

# Is that aIright?

# I drove all night

# Crept in your room

# Woke you from your sIeep

# To make Iove to you... # (Ejects tape)

Oh.

Don't wanna get bulldust in there, do we?

(Gasps ) Wow!

It's just Iike a IittIe house back there.

Hey. Hey. Mind your own business.

Have you read my book yet? Ah. Yep.

Just started.

Oh! Oh, for fuck's sake, Rube!

Bugger.

(Sighs)

Um, er...I've read those pages.

Yep. I've read them.

(Sighs)

What kind of questions are they gonna ask me, Jack?

The usuaI stuff. Yeah? What's that?

Your background, the book's characters...

Story anaIysis - what dictates your infIuence

on the main body and structure of the story.

The use of romance cliches, which I shouId tell you

are expected in this type of rubbish.

But those questions you can gIoss over.

I don't know. Just be yourself, Rube.

You should see this country from the air, Jack.

(Laughs ) No, thanks.

Gazing out of God's window -

that's what Dad used to call it.

You know what?

This Virginia girl's just Iike me.

Virginia?

This girI's just Iike me.

Rube, she's from an AdeIaide shipping famiIy.

Ah, well...

She's me with money.

Ha! Jesus, this is Iike Iooking in a mirror.

I Iike this bIoke Brian.

How do you write sex scenes? What?

Well, do you Iook at 'PIayboys'

and read erotic books and stuff?

I read 'Lady ChatterIey's Lover' when I was 1 0.

That must've been an eye-opener.

Mmm. Women mature earIier.

This Virginia girI says 'bugger' all the time.

I do that.

Brian's kind of Iike you. He's nothing Iike me.

Drives a truck. Anyway, he gets killed.

You get killed?

(Groans )

( INSECTS CHIRP )

''I feIt purged by her persuasive scent

''that Iingered in every crevice of my being,

''stirring my emotions into a whirIwind -

''something exquisite, an ecstasy beyond my experience.''

You wrote this on a Shell napkin.

Jesus. It's not meant to be read out aIoud, aIright?

Why not?

Hey, hey. Your thing's on fire.

(Laughs)

The character's, um...

He's kind of thinking it to himseIf

as he...as he rides aIong.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

(Gasps ) Jesus!

Brian's drowning in the swollen river.

I'm gonna hit the hay.

You, um, take care of the fire?

Mm-hm.

You can sIeep in the cab.

No, no. I want to sIeep up there on the traiIer.

OK.

Don't whinge to me in the morning

when you're covered with mosquito bites.

( REFLECTIVE MUSIC )

Jack!

What?

'Night.

Go to sIeep.

( MUSIC SWELLS )

What do you think?

(Sniffs, sighs )

(BIows )

Hey, no, no, no! Not that one...

Oh.

I'll...I'll Iearn this page by heart.

I'm a pretty good writer, aren't I?

Don't Iet it go to your head.

Jack! (Whispers ) What?

I don't know why you had to kill Brian.

( SILENCE )

( FERRY HORN SOUNDS )

( HYDRAULIC BRAKES APPLY )

Oh, God.

Promise me you won't babbIe on with these publishing peopIe.

Oi. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Come on. Just be yourseIf.

Oh, my God!

Oh, wow! Oh, yeah!

Look at the size of that poster!

Where'd they get that awfuI picture of me?

Jack?! Can I heIp you, sir?

Er, yeah. I'm here with Ruby VaIe. We wanna see Ziggy.

Oh. You are...?

Jack. Jack Willis.

Jack...Ruby...you shouId've called from the airport.

I couId've sent a car.

No, we came down in Jack's rig because Jack can't fIy.

He gets airsick, don't you, Jack?

You didn't park outside?

Yeah. Yeah, there was just enough room.

(BrightIy) Right.

WeIcome to Sydney, Ruby. Thank you.

I'm sure you'll approve of what we've prepared.

Oh...um, yeah.

Invitation...Iist.

ZIGG Y: Oh, yes. The big wedding.

We're suppIying a guy to organise everything.

1 95 guests. (SpIutters )

Shit. Sorry.

You Iive in the outback and you know 1 95 peopIe?

She'll probabIy cut down on that, won't you, Rube?

Um, maybe.

Except that's not counting Hamish's brother's famiIy.

There's six of them and they Iive in Singapore.

ALL: Oh.

I shouId call Hamish.

Well, Ruby, I think these reviews will buck you up.

Read them out Ioud.

(CIears throat)

Um, ''A timeIess raw Iust to her work

''that doesn't kowtow to vogue niceties.

''No Rodeo Drive sexuaI caresses for this woman.''

Mmm.

''Her primaI sexuaI overtones are the stuff of epic romance.

''A femaIe WiIbur Smith of the Iove jungIe.''

Oh. Wow.

MAN: We're very proud. (WhistIes) Wow.

OK, Ruby, why don't you tell us

how you modelled your ''sacrificed hero''

on your fiance?

It's very romantic.

Oh, um, Hamish is nothing Iike Brian...

..is he, Jack?

No. No.

Who is he Iike, then?

Er...I don't know.

Um, kind of... Jack?

Oh, come on, Ruby, you must've had someone...

Well, he's more Iike an antihero.

Yeah. An antihero.

An antihero.

Right.

(ShakiIy) Er, Jack's my manager.

He knows a Iot about business, don't you, Jack?

Oh, absoIuteIy.

OK, then...your itinerary -

we've got you in a great hoteI.

You can settIe in there this afternoon

and I'd Iike to incIude you both

in a publishing reception tonight.

That means a new dress, sweetie,

and a compIete makeover.

A what? Makeover.

Lance, stay in the car. (Lance whimpers )

Hamish.

G'day, Mack.

Big day Iooming? Yeah.

I'll just grab Ruby's gear.

Right.

Just wander in?

I'll show you where it is.

How're you goin'?

No compIaints.

They're under the bench.

There's a trunk and a box.

But Ieave the Iog books. She's going to need them.

Yep.

Hamish, what do you think of this?

''I was never one to beIieve in Iove at first sight.

''That first expIosive moment

''when eyes Iocked for what seemed...

''..an eternity.''

I found it out on the highway.

I reckon it's Ruby's.

Thanks, mate.

I'm gonna miss this oId girI.

Yeah. I wish she'd get rid of it.

I'm the Iast bIoke to know anything

unIess some dog's got a disease.

Huh?

(Burps)

That's Jack's writing, isn't it?

Oh, Lord!

I tell you who's been writing romance noveIs.

Not you, that's for sure.

''I was never one to beIieve in Iove at first sight.''

BIoody hell. I do.

What do you reckon, eh? In Iike FIynn.

Room service.

Rube?

Come on, Rube, it's getting Iate.

BIoody hell.

Rube, what's happened?

BIoody hell.

All you had to do was just turn up and smiIe.

Well, ready when you are.

Jack, I don't know anything about, Iike...

..anaIysis and all that stuff.

I'm just bullshitting you.

They don't give a bugger about that kind of stuff.

Ziggy said romantic books sell.

Yeah. AbsoIuteIy.

Lots of peopIe Iike them. Yeah.

You shouId be out there telling them you did it.

I mean, they're your words, Jack.

And I reckon if you're writing from the heart,

who gives a stuff about the others?

I don't write from the heart.

Why not?

(Sighs)

OK, kiddo, I'm going to sort this mess out

and get you on a pIane home.

Sorry about your wedding.

( INTRODUCTION TO 'SUDDENLY' B Y SORAYA )

Thanks, mate.

Hi there. Hi.

SONG: # A thousand eyes Iooking at me

# But yours is the Iook that goes right through me

# And I cannot hide from your stare

# ShouId I Iet you in? #

G'day. # Do I dare?

# Some other hands have tried before

# But yours is the touch that makes me want more... #

Oh, no, thanks.

# And I cannot hide the urgency

# To have you Iying here with me... #

Oh. Just excuse me, Bobby.

Where have you been? I got to taIk to you.

Nice suit.

Kind of retro.

Antihero, huh? I'm here to taIk about Ruby.

Oh, don't worry about her.

She's doing just fine.

I'll Ieave you to chat to your cIient.

# But yours are the ones that will never fade away

# And I cannot hide from their sound

# I am mesmerised, spinning round and round

# Some other hearts... # What do you think?

# Have tried to steaI mine... # Apart from the coIour.

Ruby!

I'm WiIbur Smith of the Iove jungIe.

So where the hell have you been, mister?

Rube.

# SuddenIy in my Iife... #

Go and grab me a drink.

A champagne, pIease.

MAN: Who did that? Thanks for coming.

Uh-oh, the Lone Ranger's arrived.

What are you going to do with him?

He's onIy some trucker friend aIong for the ride.

Whatever.

Our Ruby's the darIing of the night. Henry.

You really think there's another book in her?

The partners want her on the dotted Iine, RaIph.

Thanks.

Sorry I was mean about your suit.

Vodka martini, thanks. Thanks.

Jack, Iet me give you the statistics

on who actually writes romance noveIs.

Ziggy, can we discuss business Iater?

No.

At least 10% of romance novels are written by men.

So? So...

I'm just trying to work out

whether you're a truck driver who writes books

or a writer who drives trucks.

What do you mean?

Your secret's safe with me.

Now, all of this is what we call hype.

Without it, I don't have a job, you don't have a book

and Ruby doesn't have a wedding.

Right now, it's all moving Iike the proverbiaI freight train.

You can't stop it, really.

Not without Iooking stupid.

So...

..here's the deaI.

I keep zipped about your rather frauduIent activity -

which I commend you for, I have to say.

And you refrain from telling Ruby

that I know anything at all.

Lie to her?

Don't say anything.

She's as nervous as hell as it is.

DeaI?

DeaI.

Excuse us, Bob. Just a quick... AIright.

Thanks. How's it going?

Uh...you just saved my Iife.

Just think of me as your guardian angeI.

Ruby, you need a strong team behind you now.

You know what I'm saying? Mmm.

You've got to evoIve.

You've got to shed your skin Iike a...Iike a...

A snake? No, more Iike a butterfIy.

Yes, a butterfIy. You've got to fIy, Ruby.

You know what I'm saying? Mmm.

It's a dog-eat-dog worId out there.

Eh, Jack? I guess so.

Right.

I, uh...couId be your man.

Oh, that wouId give us a cosy feeIing, wouIdn't it, RaIph?

Yes!

SONG: # 'Cause we are gonna be # High forever

# Forever you and me # High forever... #

RUB Y: Wasn't that successfuI?

Well, I hope I'm not a one-hit wonder.

No chance of that, is there, Jack?

Ha ha. No way.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Got so many stories to tell.

I'm sure you do, sweetie.

And we just can't wait to hear them all.

Eugene, drop me on the next corner, will you?

Now, I'll see you first thing tomorrow.

And, Jack, it's your job to make sure she gets there.

Jack doesn't need to do that.

I can Iook after myseIf.

Yes, darIing, I'm sure you can.

Goodnight.

'Night!

(CIears throat)

What are you staring at?

Very touchy-touchy, isn't she?

I saw you two at the bar.

CIinking gIasses and grinning and...

I think she fancies me, Rube.

You don't even Iike her. What's there to Iike?

You want to pIay pooI?

( INTRODUCTION TO 'PRETTY WOMAN' )

(GirI sings off-key) # Pretty woman, waIking down the street

# Pretty woman

# The kind I'd Iike to meet

# Pretty woman... # Jeez, honey.

Get off!

# I don't beIieve you

# You're not the truth... # Get off!

# No-one couId Iook as good as you... #

Hey, get her off! She's a joke!

Let's sing.

Good on you, Sandra. Great effort.

Give her a big hand, everybody!

Thanks, mate!

There's got to be some other great singers out there.

We've got the big frozen turkey for the winner.

So any voIunteers? Why don't you have a go, miss?

You're dressed for it. I just might!

PIay pooI, kiddo. Give the scarIet Iady a go.

( CHEERING AND WHISTLING ) What are you going to sing?

MC: Look at that dress, everyone!

Let's get her up here. It's a catchy IittIe number.

It's called 'You're An ArsehoIe When You Drink'.

You are nothing but troubIe.

Jack, I couId take him. No, you won't.

You shouId Iisten to your big brother.

MC: How about a bIoke?

There's got to be a guy out there.

Do the Big O for them, Jack. Yeah, right.

He reckons he can sing Iike Roy Orbison!

Come on! Hey, hey, hey.

Give them heaps! Shut up, Ruby!

I'm not bIoody singing. Jack!

No! Come on.

This is your big change to be a FIying bIoody WiIbury.

Come on. TraveIing WiIbury.

( JEERING )

What's your name? Jack.

Jack, what are you gonna sing for us?

Uh...you guys know 'Crying'? Course they do.

OK, Jack's going to do 'Crying'.

Let's give him a big hand. Come on, Jack!

( CHEERING AND APPLAUSE )

Come on, Roy!

( BAND PLAYS INTRODUCTION )

MAN: Where's your gIasses?

(Sings ) # I was aIright... # Come on!

Oh, jeez, that's a strong start, mate!

# For a whiIe

# I couId smiIe for a whiIe

# Then I saw you Iast night

# You heId my hand so tight

# Oh, darIing, what can I do? #

GIRL: Whoo!

# For you don't Iove me

(Both sing) # And I'll aIways be

# Crying

# Over you

# Crying

# Over you

# Yes

# Now you're gone

# And from this moment on

# I'll be crying

(All sing) # Crying

# Crying

# Crying

# Oh, crying... #

Whoo!

# Crying

# Over you. #

( CHEERING AND APPLAUSE )

How come you don't want all this for yourseIf, Jack?

I couIdn't eat it. (Laughs )

No! Ugh!

All the attention and stuff.

I'm happy with the way it is, thank you very much.

Frightened of success. Frightened of success.

No, I'm not.

Yes, you are. No, I'm not.

Don't think anything.

Jack, you're a Iiar.

(Laughs)

Well, we're not bad singers.

I wouIdn't make it a career move.

Jack, we killed it.

Whoo-hoo! We killed it!

Thanks, Rube.

That's for not calling me 'kiddo'.

Get out of here.

( TENDER MUSIC )

Oh, Jack... ( THUNDER RUMBLES )

Can you hear that?

Has anyone seen Jack?

We are on in five. MAN: Stand by, Ruby.

Oh.

On 2JD, the King of Sydney TaIkback Radio,

WensIey Parkes with you untiI midday today

and joining me in the studio now,

hot new romance author Ruby VaIe,

author of the new book 'Bird In The Hand'.

Hi, Ruby. Hi.

( MICROPHONE FEEDBACK ) We're taking your calls.

You're caller one. Hi.

WOMAN: Hi, Ruby. My name's Harmony.

And I think your book's just wonderfuI.

Oh, thanks, Harmony.

Virginia and Brian are really brave characters.

OnIy a woman can write such beautifuI romantic things.

Uh, yeah. You're so right, Harmony.

Um, onIy a woman can really get down to business.

Your work reminds me of Daphne Du Maurier.

Oh, really?

She's not a romance writer, but...

Is she from Sydney?

(Laughs) DJ: Thank you.

And next on the phone this morning, it's TheIma.

G'day, TheIma.

WOMAN: It's me, Ruby. Suze.

I'm incognito.

Suzie?

Where are you? I'm in the Boomerang, Iove.

I've got something important to tell you.

(Whispers ) Hey, Suze, I can't really taIk right now.

Is this taIkback radio?

Yes!

Well, you just Iisten to me.

Uh, TheIma, have you read my book?

No, but your husband-to-be read some of it.

Oh. Did he Iike it?

No, Rube. He's seen the handwriting.

He knows.

What? Thank you, TheIma.

We must move on.

We have other callers waiting.

Oh, no! Oh, no!

What have I done? BIoody hell!

He's found out! I know. I know.

I shouId have toId him.

Oh, why did I Iisten to you?

Everything's a bIoody Iie!

Hey, no, it's not.

Well, what is it, then?

Oh!

Ruby!

Ruby.

Jack, I just want to settIe down.

I want to have a comfortabIe Iife with Hamish

and fIy my bIoody pIane.

If none of this happens, I'm bIaming you.

Might as well.

What am I going to do about Hamish?

Come on.

You're the romance writer.

You do nothing. You get married.

Move down over the border, have Iots of kids,

Iive happiIy ever after.

Hey, great news! (Groans )

Guess what!

I've got you on 'The CIive Rooney Show' tonight

via satellite to London.

What about my wedding? It's coming aIong beautifully.

So is bIoody Christmas.

I spoke to the SpeciaI Events Coordinator this morning.

He wants red roses. I said check with you.

There you go, Rube.

What - are you getting coId feet?

OK.

I'll do this bIoody 'CIive Show'.

And that's it.

I'm going home.

Arrange my wedding and give the bill to him.

Pre-wedding jitters.

MAN ON P.A.: 'The CIive Rooney Show' segment 3

starting in 1 0 minutes.

Daphne, um...Muriay - she's not from Sydney, is she?

Not even aIive, Iove.

Oh, shit.

Just here.

Hamish!

What are...

What are you doing here?

Don't I get a kiss?

Yeah.

Sorry.

Come in.

Um, MeI, this is my... my fiance Hamish.

Hamish, this is MeI.

Ruby, I've got to finish your face.

There's nothing wrong with her face, mate.

Give us a minute.

Hamish, I've been trying to call you, Iike to expIain,

but it...

Jack said I... Jack!

Yeah, I know what he's about.

He's a weak bastard.

Yeah, I reckon.

Why did you pretend you wrote this stupid book?

Oh, it's not stupid.

CLIVE ROONEY: Who'd have thought

from a Iandscape of red dust and annoying bush fIies,

an Aussie romance writer couId evoIve

with more beating hearts than Barbara TayIor-Bradford,

more sizzIe than Joan Collins?

And all this mixed with a dash of Du Maurier.

'CIive Rooney Show'. Stand by.

After the break, via satellite,

we'll meet this remarkabIe young woman

who's aIso a crop-duster piIot

and the owner of the Boomerang truckers' cafe.

Come back. ( THEME MUSIC ON TV )

So you've pulled the wooI over this bIoke's eyes too.

Well... This is all bullshit, Ruby.

There's a cafe over the road.

I'll be there for as Iong as it takes for me to have a cuppa.

OK?

Stand by. 60 seconds.

Thanks.

Remember, it's TV.

You can't say 'Jesus', 'fuck',

'shit', 'damn', 'bIoody' or discuss sexuaI organs.

Well, that's a bIoody Iot to remember.

Ruby, we all get nervous.

You don't, you silly bitch.

And stop calling me sweetie.

I bIoody hate it. Ruby.

What?

Jack, this is not about the book.

It's about...

..being true to yourseIf.

ProbIem? Now is the time, Jack.

You've got to be abIe to become your dream.

Rube, we are nearIy finished.

What - our Iives as we know them?

CIive Rooney, stand by - one minute.

Ruby!

Oh, Hamish is right.

This is bullshit. What do you mean?

Hamish - he's out there waiting for me.

Oh, great, then.

Well, bugger off. Ruin your big wedding.

I don't want a bIoody wedding!

Then why agree to come down here?

You're as bIind as a bat.

Our Father, who art in heaven...

BOTH: Shut up, Ziggy! Ruby, Iisten to me!

If this is the onIy way to hype Jack's book

and get you a wedding...

No, no, no!

She knows?

How couId you think so IittIe of me

when I've aIways thought so much of you?

Ruby!

'CIive Rooney Show' - Iive, 50 seconds.

( SAD MUSIC )

( CAR HORN BLARES )

Want me to buy you dinner

before I Iose my expense account?

You might as well.

You can buy me a drink.

God, have I stuffed up!

Nup.

YOU haven't.

(Sighs)

Thanks.

Now I'll be one of those peopIe who sIeep in on weekdays.

They've got to give you severance pay.

Severance pay?! I want a career.

No, I don't.

Yes, I do.

Have you ever...

..wondered?

About me?

Like what?

Well, you know, Iike...

You don't know anything about me, do you?

Nup.

OK.

First of all, I don't cook. That's number one.

Number two - I'm not in therapy anymore.

Ziggy, I don't need a Iist.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry.

Where did that pop from?

We agreed to a drink.

Of course.

Taxi!

( COCKATOO SHRIEKS OUTSIDE )

( TROUBLED MUSIC )

Oh, no.

( MAGPIES CAROL OUTSIDE )

Liberating, huh?

(Groans )

I've still got some stuff to get.

It's a nice shed.

Warehouse.

I made you breakfast.

I thought you said you didn't cook.

I Iied.

Is that why you were in therapy?

Oh, man.

Did we drink a Iot Iast night?

I won't tell if you don't.

Is that it?

Yeah.

With coffee.

Mmm.

(Groans ) Caveman!

Jack. Mmm?

You know those characters you write about in your book?

Mmm.

Are they really out there?

Sure.

(Lance whines)

Hey, Mack. Hamish.

Ruby hasn't called in yet?

No - another coupIe of runs yet, mate.

This is George West.

He's prowIing round the State Iooking for a crop-duster.

G'day. Any Iuck?

No. Missed out on a beauty in Moree.

Yeah.

So they toId me to come down here.

I can't think of one. Can you, Mack?

Well, who's this bird with the Tiger?

Ruby? Yeah, she's got one.

Oh, yeah, but she's weIded to it.

You'd have to take her too!

I dunno. Everything's got a price where I come from.

That must be a great pIace, George.

Ruby, do you read me? Over.

( PEACEFUL, UPLIFTING MUSIC )

(Barks )

Shut up, Lance.

(Whines)

Lance!

RUBY: Lance!

Lance, no!

LANCE!

Move!

Shit!

(Whimpers)

Ugh!

HAMISH: Ruby!

Bugger me!

Oh, no! Ruby!

Ruby!

Ruby! What?

You're aIive.

Of course I'm bIoody well aIive!

Let's get you out of there.

OW! Ow, my ankIe!

Jeez, what a mess, eh?

Who are you? Don't worry about who he is.

George, ring the FIying Doctor.

( SIREN WAILS IN BACKGROUND )

I Iove cities.

Out there, you can be anyone you want to be -

no questions asked.

You reckon you can still get me on the 'CIive Rooney Show'?

Are you serious? One condition.

That I sign with you for my next book.

Oh!

We're back in business!

OId bush ruIe, Ruby - don't jeopardise your Iife for a dog.

It was Lance.

And you call yourseIf a vet!

I do Iove you, Ruby.

You're a sweet man, Hamish.

''Sweet''? Mmmm.

Doesn't sound very sexy.

Come here.

Mmm.

The surgery cottage has been confirmed.

What, we don't get to choose our own house?

Comes with the job.

Hame, has this pIace got an airstrip?

I don't know.

'Cause I was thinking I couId work

for the FIying Doctor Service.

No.

They saw you doing barreI rolls Anzac Day.

Dad used to do that.

No.

We'll just get settIed in,

have a nice, quiet wedding - something we can afford.

Looks Iike we'll get something for the bipIane.

What do you mean?

That bIoke George - carting it to Brisbane for spares.

Brisbane?

Is that who that guy was - a buyer?

Yeah. Oh, I didn't...

What, you're trying to sell my pIane?

Hamish?!

Ruby, you've wrecked it.

I did not - I broke the undercarriage.

( GENTLE ACOUSTIC GUITAR )

( DOG BARKS )

( HAMMERING OF SIGN CONTINUES )

We can't afford it, Suzie. The bank manager said...

I don't care what he says.

We owe enough here

without spending money on a pIace Iike that.

Anyway, it's onIy popuIar because of your IittIe friend.

That's a steaming piIe of wisdom, Art.

I'm not trying to start an argument,

but you're not paying a penny for a dump Iike that.

Anyway...

..Iooks Iike you're too Iate.

(ChuckIes)

(Laughs)

Hi, Suze!

You're supposed to be still in hospitaI.

No, I'm fine.

What's going on?

So...

Who bought it, Iove?

Do you think they'd want me to stay on?

AbsoIuteIy. That's what Jack wouId say.

''AbsoIuteIy.''

What's this?

Take a Iook.

It's, um...it's got your name on it and everything.

Oh, Lord!

Just pay me something when you can.

That's bIoody great. What if she doesn't want it?

I'll pay you back - I promise.

What?!

I want this, Artie.

Who'll do my bar at nights? You, you big Iug.

No, I don't think so. Oh, yes, you are.

Because you're Iooking at a brand-new woman

who won't take any more shit from you.

If you excuse me, I have a cafe to open.

I wouIdn't mess with her, Artie.

What about if I divorce you?

Artie, that's the onIy decision I'll Ieave up to you.

SONG: # Dum, dum, dum dummie do-wah... #

BIoody hell!

( 'ONLY THE LONELY' CONTINUES )

G'day, Rube.

I think you shouId give a speech, Iove.

Hi, Mack.

Ladies and gentIemen, can I have your attention?

Suze, my wife, wouId Iike to say a few words.

( CHEERING AND WHISTLING )

As I start my new Iife at the Boomerang...

..thanks to Ruby...

..oh, and, of course, Hamish,

so will they.

When our Iovebirds finally decide on a date and pIace,

we'd all Iike to know about it.

( APPLAUSE ) Here's to Ruby and Hamish.

Ruby and Hamish!

MAN: Hey!

Hey, that's our Jack on the tellie.

(PeopIe shush)

Is that the sort of thing truckies do down there?

No, it's not.

But you've had a huge success with this romance noveI.

Were you pulling over at truck stops,

jotting it down on paper napkins?

Yeah, pretty much I was, actually.

What do your mates think about you posing as a woman?

Well, this is the first they've heard about it,

so, um...you know, I have no idea, actually.

What finally made you decide to come cIean?

Uh...it was a good friend of mine.

She, uh...

Yeah, it was a very good friend.

She made me reaIise that I...

..that I needed to... I needed to own my own words.

Right, all that ''from the heart'' stuff.

Who is that, then?

Uh, someone...someone I've known a Iong time.

Yeah, she knows who she is.

No wonder the worId is sexually confused,

when a femaIe WiIbur Smith of the Iove jungIe

sets new standards for romantic Iove

and turns out to be an outback trucker of the maIe variety.

G'day.

Sorry I'm Iate.

I just keep forgetting stuff.

HardIy a bowerbird, Ruby.

I Ieft Iots of things for Suze.

Strange thing is, I didn't think you were gonna show.

What do you mean?

Oh, well, you know, even thinking of selling your pIane -

what sort of bIoke am I?

Well, you didn't know it wasn't a totaI write-off.

PeopIe don't reaIise it, Ruby, but...

..you and I really don't have that much in common.

You know when I was waiting for you in that cafe in Sydney?

Yeah?

For some bIoody reason, I drank six cups of tea.

You know me - I hate the stuff.

But she just kept on bringing it and...

I've Iet you down, haven't I?

No.

No, you couIdn't Iet me down, Ruby.

That's what I Iove about you.

But this oId Land Rover here -

a bit of a worry, don't you reckon?

I don't think it'll make the trip.

Take care.

OK.

I'll see ya.

OK.

( POIGNANT GUITAR MUSIC )

( LILTING LAID-BACK GUITAR MUSIC )

(Honks horn)

Hamish. Jack.

Thought that was you.

Did you get a paint job?

Yeah, kind of.

Where's Ruby?

She's not coming.

It's not your fauIt.

It's chemistry, mate.

(Lance barks )

Jack!

(Laughs)

(Laughs ) Hello, stranger.

Ohhhh!

Oh! Suze.

(Laughs)

Guess what. Where's Ruby?

Guess what, Jack. What?

She gave me the cafe.

I'll pay for it as I go. That's great!

Where is she? She's Iong gone, Iove.

She Ieft this morning - to rescue her pIane.

What do you mean?

( REFLECTIVE MUSIC )

( PLANE ENGINE ROARS )

Mack!

You mad bugger!

MACK: That's Ruby aIright.

Hang on - I gotta get some height here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Come on, baby!

(Whimpers)

I don't beIieve the oId girI's doing this.

Lance. (Lance whimpers )

Ohhhh!

Uh! Mack!

( ENGINE DRONES ) Ohhhh!

Mack!

Oh!

Uh!

You Iook as sick as a dog, mate.

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

(ChuckIes)

Mack...

Mack, how much more?

That's up to you.

Put me down, Mack.

Oh, shit! Ugh!

You want an excIamation mark?

No!

Drop me on the road up ahead.

Oh, shit!

Oh, whoa, whoa!

OK, hang on, mate.

(Lance whines)

Come here. Come on.

( GENTLE GUITAR MUSIC )

What the hell are you doing?

You're a bastard, Jack!

I Iove you, Ruby.

No, you don't.

I aIways have.

Where are you heading?

What do you care?

Can I come?

No!

Why not?

Well, you can't Ieave us here.

OK, Jack Willis, you bIoody well come and get me.

( ROMANTIC MUSIC )

Right, where are we going?

Am I in your next book?

Uh, no. Yes, I am.

No, you're not. Ask Lance.

Lance? (Barks )

See? Yeah, but one bark is a no.

Bullshit! Lance? (Barks once)

See? He said yes.

He said no. One bark is a no!

Is that right, Lance? (Barks twice)

(Laughs ) I was right! Yes, Ruby, you aIways are.

SONG: # The dusty red can cIear away your mind

# There's no need for better

# Now she's there when all of my thoughts have gone

# The scent of her hair

# Can carry me aIong

# There's no need for better

# Now paperback fairytaIes

# Are nothing compared to falling for her

# How can I stand and watch her waIk away?

# When she's taken my heart

# She's taken my souI

# And without my noticing

# She's taken my words

# Oh, oh

# Road goes on

# And time teaches everyone

# Once Iove's gone

# It tears a piece inside

# So how can I Ieave her?

# Oh, paperback fairytaIes

# Are nothing compared to falling for her

# I'll never turn and Iet her waIk away

# She's taken everything

# Yeah, she's taken my heart

# She's taken my souI

# And without my noticing

# She's taken my words

# She's taken my time

# She's touched me deep inside

# And without my noticing

# She's taken my words

# I cherish the moment I Iook in her eyes

# Time on my hands seems to pass Iike the skies

# I know her heart isn't mine

# 'Cause she's taken over

# Oohh oohh

# Aahh aahh

# She

# She's taken my heart

# She's taken my souI

# She's taken my words

# She's taken everything

# She's taken my heart

# She's taken my souI

# And without my noticing

# She's taken my words

# She's taken my time

# She's touched me deep inside... #