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What the hell happened?

It was a rabbit.

You nearly killed us for a rabbit.

You didn't want me to kill them, did you?

Aw, babe, I don't care about the stupid little bunny.

You nearly killed us.

What was that?

Pigs.

Lots of pigs.

Oh, look, there's another one.

Still trotting along.

What are they doing?

I don't know.

Maybe something startled them.

Yeah, babe, like what?

Maybe there's a hunter out there.

What the fuck?

Okay, right, let's get out of here.

How's it going, mate?

Not bad at all, mate.

Did you hear about Bernie?

Bank's trying to foreclose on the poor bastard.

Yeah, yeah, I heard. Bunch of snot-nosed arseholes, if you ask me.

-Too right. -They just don't get it.

I mean, if they'd get out of their fancy city offices and come

down here, they'd understand we're in the middle of a bloody drought.

Hey, mate, the, uh...

Jenny, the lid.

Anyway, what about yourself, mate?

Knocking a few over?

Not even trying, mate.

I've been doing a bit of fencing.

Someone's been tearing the fences down there at old Patterson's farm there.

-Oh, yeah. -Keep me busy, though, eh?

Hang on, what's that?

Is that Bob?

Yeah, that's him.

Look at the old bastard.

You the fuckin' job, you spooftas!

Jeez.

You know, that old bloody pisspot, I

mean, he shouldn't be driving around anymore.

You reckon the same thing's happening up at his farm, too.

How's that?

Knocked down fences.

He's down a few sheep, too.

Something's killed him, yeah.

Oh, what, all nine of them?

He's probably stewed them up and forgotten about it, you know.

I mean, look at him, he's a hundred mile of bad bloody ray.

You know, Gayle's daughter works for the Quacks.

She reckons he's been diagnosed with

dementia, so I wouldn't be at all surprised.

I couldn't give a fuck, because I've got things to do, all right?

I've got places to go.

I've got to go to work.

I've got a fair drive ahead of me.

See you in the pub, though.

Yeah, maybe.

I don't know.

You sure you don't want me to drive, Bruce?

No, no, I'm fine.

-I'm fine. -You sure?

Yeah. Come on, Bruce, just let Robbie drive for a while.

Yeah, maybe that's a good idea.

We'll get in the back and make out.

Well, that sounds good.

I'll pull over for an hour.

Mum, that's gross.

You are not doing that while I'm in the car.

Well, actually, sweetheart, Bruce and I make out all the time.

Even in the car.

Oh my God.

Come on, let your parents have some fun.

We have to have fun to ourselves.

I remember when you did that thing when I was driving to Sydney.

Um, you'd better not be doing that.

It's called a blowjob, Mum.

I don't care what it's called, you don't do that while you're driving.

It's dangerous.

I was actually talking about this other thing that she does.

Kind of tickles.

And she does it with her tongue.

She does?

You are such an arsehole, Mum.

Takes one to know one.

Ow!

Fucking dick! I wasn't talking about blowjobs.

Oh, shit.

Oh, guys, stop it.

Okay, cabin fever is officially set in.

I don't know about you guys, but I'm hungry

enough to eat the crotch out of a low-flying duck.

What?

What the fuck did he just say?

It's the arse out of a low-flying duck.

Robbie.

It sounds so shit when he says it.

Hey, look, I'm doing the best I can here.

You're trying.

I suggest the next town we come to, we pull over and get some grub.

-Good idea. -Sounds great, Bruce.

Do you just want to stop so you can give Robbie a little tongue tickle?

Hey, bye.

Bye.

Hey, bye.

Bye.

What?

You virgin.

Robert, stop it, okay?

He's saving himself for the right woman, aren't you, baby?

Hey, Byte, you can't be a virgin.

Because your face is fucked.

Okay, we're pulling over.

Thank fuck for that.

Sorry, Deb.

Sorry, Deb.

Morning, Pussum.

Morning.

Hey, Dad, those folks look familiar.

You'd look at the arse on that, would ya, eh?

It's like two possums fighting a paper bag.

Which reminds me, are those jeans tight enough on you, do you reckon?

You put a leash on an old man.

She's way too young for you.

Here. You still raise a sword, you're still in the fight.

Yeah, well, stop your perving and come give me a hand.

Look, it's almost ten o'clock.

Get a room, you two.

I would if I could.

Hi Hey, young lady, you wouldn't have a smoke on you.

Would you? Sorry, I don't smoke or vape

thing You look like a lady who does vapor?

No smokes, no vapes I'll tell you what Yeah

Sort of buy you a pack of smokes

Wait, yeah boss

Cheers, mate.

Ernie's your name?

Robert.

Nice to meet you.

Well, that was worth 20 bucks.

Andy owns a drilling company.

Gotta be for fucking Jake.

That was really sweet of you, baby.

You just gave $20 to probably the richest man in town.

A mockingbird?

Maybe you'll give it to charity or something.

Well, I'll be fucked.

Well, are you reigning it in?

-No, no, no. -They're familiar.

It's been years, but we do know them.

-Oh, yeah? -Well, who are they?

Don't keep me in suspense.

We'll see that blonde, Sheila, walking with that bloke.

That's Debbie Munro.

Bernie's sister, right?

So they'd have to be her kids.

Ella and...

Oh, Bart.

Bart.

Holy shit.

Haven't they grown?

Yeah, well, they don't shrink.

I don't know who the two blokes are.

Hey, didn't Debbie's first husband leave her or something?

Yeah, something like that.

So they're obviously going over to see Bernie.

Maybe Debbie's here to help them keep the farm.

How'd you know about the farm?

Dad, I own a pub.

I know everyone's business.

Point taken.

Hey, look, I'd like to stay here and chat

to you for hours, but I've got work to do.

See you, possum.

Thanks for your help.

I'll be fucked without you.

What the hell, Bruce?

What was that?

What a fucking idiot!

Where's my chocolate?

Ten seconds more.

Okay.

Can I have some Kit-Kat?

No.

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Oh, my God, look at you!

Oh, my God!

Oh, I missed you so much!

Oh, God.

Are you taller?

Fuck me, you ain't kidding.

He's a giant.

Your mum's a walking hedgehog.

Shh. That's my mother you're talking about.

Yeah, look at her.

Little Alaba-Bala?

Yeah, Uncle Fanny, it's me.

Oh, my little bunny!

I missed you so much.

Hey, it's a nice place.

Look at the land.

Do you reckon he eats them?

Probably.

And who's this?

Uncle Bernie, this is my boyfriend Robert.

Be nice.

Hey.

I can crush skulls with my bare hands.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too, mate.

Just fucking with you.

Yeah.

Good to see you're still around, Bruce.

What can I say? Deb makes it mean sponge cake.

Good to see you, Bernard.

-All right. -Good to see you, too.

Yes, sir. Come on, let's go and get some grub.

You guys coming?

Oh, yeah.

He's a great guy, but you don't want to piss him off.

He can be a mean bastard. Yeah, you got that from the handshake.

-Yay. -Welcome to the family.

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You better not be sucking the old Labrador putt-o's.

Whiskey!

Fuschi!

Whiskey!

Whiskey!

Whiskey! Come here, boy!

There you are, boy.

Whiskey!

Whiskey!

Come on, boy.

Come here, boy!

Whiskey! Come here, boys!

Leave me alone, you bastard!

Leave me alone!

Whiskey, come here, boy!

Come here!

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Can't my...

Barely. This is hot as a tomcat with four balls out here.

Now, what do you want?

Look, mate, I'm going a bit soft.

I thought I'd come out and give you a hand, if you like.

Nah, you just want my body.

Well, grab your swag and some ice and a few beers, eh?

OK.

I'll put them on your account then, huh?

Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Hey, tell Sasha I won't be back till late

morning or something like that, all right?

Not a problem, bud.

See you soon, matey.

Yeah, I can hardly wait.

Asshole.

Roger that.

Bye.

The fuck was that?

There you go.

Hey.

-How are you? -I'm fine. -Thanks, mate.

How are you doing?

Ah, come on, old lady.

How are you?

Good.

Oh, yes, you are.

-No, no. -Yeah. -Here you go, John.

Good on you. What time do you call this?

What did I tell you?

No, I've got no time.

I thought you had the time. I thought you had the time.

-No, no, no. -I'm not paying for it.

No, I'm not paying for it either.

Then what's my time? What about your time?

Yes, mine.

Hey, Snatch.

When's the spunky father of yours going to ask me out on a date?

You ask me that same bloody question every week and I give you the same answer.

You're way too much for my old man to handle.

She's right.

He wouldn't last five minutes with you.

Mum, that's way too much information.

Yeah, you're right.

I need a very old man who can handle a cougar like me.

Kind of makes me wish I wasn't camping out tonight.

-Hey, Blue. -Hey, mate.

How you doing? Well, Blue, don't encourage her.

Let me guess.

Dad sent you in here for beer and food, right?

Well, he didn't say food, but now that you mention it.

Mm-hmm. Well, you know where the cold room is.

-I'm not your bloody slave. -Off you go.

-All right, all right. -Good.

And whose account am I putting this on?

Do you really have to ask?

Put it on Dad's tab, right?

Wrap one up for me on there too, right?

You can bloody pay for yours.

Well, you can put it on ours.

No, you two can bloody shut up.

Don't let Dad get too pissed and make sure he eats something this time.

Is that enough food?

We'll eat every last crust.

Yeah, you better take these too.

Dad likes a treat after dinner.

I could give him an after-dinner treat.

You're such a bloody tart!

Well, on that note, I'm out of here.

But I'll catch you tomorrow.

Be safe.

Don't get too pissed.

We will and...

We will?

Yeah, I know you bloody will.

Pair old drunks.

I swear, the worst thing I did was buy a pub.

See ya!

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Do you think this is a good idea?

Mm-hmm.

Best idea I've had, like, ever, maybe?

I don't want Matt and Sherry to hear us.

Then be quiet.

I'll tell you what, you go and get me a drink

and make sure that Matt and Sherry are not outside.

And I might let you have a quickie.

Promise?

After all, we don't want your balls exploding.

We'll get really messy!

Yes!

I'll do it!

So grateful.

I'm buggered.

I'm bloody enjoying that.

Jesus Christ.

It's just dropping everywhere.

Ah.

Sash is a good cook, eh?

She's just like her mother.

She's just like her mother.

Yeah.

She was amazing, wasn't she, Marianne?

How long since she's gone, mate?

Fifteen years.

Fifteen long years since I buried my fuckin' heart.

What's that?

What do you see?

Oh, is that a spot fire?

A campfire.

I think I can just make out a few tents.

How much of that bloody carton did you drink, mate?

A lot more than you, mate.

You've been drinking like a fucking woman.

That Wendy and Anna could drink you under the table tonight, I reckon.

Yeah, bullshit.

What the bloody hell do you think they're doing camping out here, do you think?

I don't reckon they've got permission.

What do you reckon they're up to, then?

What do you reckon we go and find out, eh?

Bullshit, mate.

I mean, it's nice and warm and cosy here, mate.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, mate.

Right, mate. OK, we'll take the truck.

We'll drive. I'm too fucking drunk to drive, mate.

Yeah, bullshit. You're too drunk to drive.

You're not too drunk to sling a bloody rifle over your shoulder.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Oh, you fucking bitch.

Wait a minute.

I've got some bloody piss to take with us.

Jeez, you're carrying it like an old fucking woman, you do.

Hang about, mate.

Where's the bloody sandwiches?

Oh, for fuck's sake. What about a torch, mate?

Hurry up, princess.

Why don't you end up bringing the whole camp the way you're going on?

Mate, it'll take us a bloody hour to walk.

We're just going for a little walk.

It's not going to kill you.

Come on.

For Christ's sake.

Girl guide.

Fine, is that you?

Ryan don't be an arse.

It isn't funny.

You're such an arsehole!

Screw cutting you off for tonight, I'm cutting you off for the entire month!

Oh, Ryan, where are you?

Please tell me it's you out there!

Please.

Come on.

Ryan?

Is it just me, or does that campfire

seem to be getting further and further away?

We're past halfway, old mate.

Stop your belly-aching.

I'm not as young as I used to be, mate.

The furthest I walk these days is from the bar to the shitter.

Oh, which reminds me, I was in the pub today and I saw Anna and Wendy.

They wanted to come out camping with us.

Oh, Christ.

Young Sasha put a stop to it, though.

Oh, thank fuck for that, because I wouldn't touch either

of them if they were the last living pussy on the planet.

You end up with a crutch full of herpes or a fucking dick rot.

Come on, let's get going.

You reckon they've got a dose?

I'd bet my left lung on it, mate.

Shit.

I hope you're bloody joking, matey.

I'm not joking.

Oh, Christ.

I'm Foxy Balls, hurry up.

Hey, hey, hey, did you hear that?

That was a scream, wasn't it?

Yeah, definitely a scream, mate.

What do you see?

What do you see, mate?

What the fuck is that?

Either I'm pissed off my chest, mate, or

that's the biggest fucking boar I've ever seen.

Here, look, you're a better shot than me, you take a look.

Holy Mary, mother of God, that is a monster.

Well, shoot the fucking thing.

Please tell me you got it.

No, mate.

No, it's gone, mate.

It's gone. Mate, we've got to get back to the bloody truck and get some help.

No, mate, we're much closer to them than we are to the truck.

We've got to find them and take one of their cars.

Mate, whoever was down there before is not there any bloody more.

Mate, we have got to try, you know.

We've got to go and fucking find out for Christ's sake.

Oh Jesus, Jesus Christ, oh Jesus

Christ, Dan look mate

look, oh mate I'm not fucking blind I can see alright,

what the fuck is happening here, oh Jesus look at that.

She's, uh, I blew your, this is, this

is, this, this, they're just kids, mate.

There's more of them.

How do you know?

Well, there's two tents, right?

I mean, they're not going to come out here and

go camping and sleep in separate tents, are they?

You know?

So, uh, well, judging by this, um...

This girl, mate, I reckon they would

have been sleeping in that tent

and the other kids must have took off

when that bloody big pig attacked.

Give me that.

Oh, Christ.

We don't have any bullets, mate.

I haven't loaded the mag.

Oh, shit. Why didn't you bloody jack it, you stupid buck?

Fuckin' no fucking bullets.

Well, how was I to know we were gonna find

a fuckin' pig the size of a fuckin' rhino?

Jesus Christ.

Blue, you're gonna have to go back to the truck, mate.

I got bullets in the glove box, and I'll

stay here and see if I can find these kids.

No, no, fuck that, mate.

I'm not leaving you on your own.

I'm not walking back there by myself either.

Blue, I got no bullets.

We are sittin' ducks if that monster fuckin' comes back here.

You gotta go back to the truck.

You know, I am not leavin' those kids out in the bush by themselves.

You know, they'll be scared fuckin' shitless.

So you gotta get goin'.

Well, what are you waitin' for?

Blue, look, you can do this, mate.

You'll be back in half the time.

When was the last time you went for a jog?

All right, I'll go back to the bloody truck, mate.

But you look around.

See, there's a bloody car here.

Get in the bastard and pick me up.

Because, mate, we're both dead men without a bloody rifle.

So it's weapons first, then we look for the bloody kids, right?

Right on, mate.

I'll do my best.

I'll look around, okay? But you just get goin', okay?

Take the bloody torch.

No, you, you, you, you know.

No, I don't need the fuckin' torch.

You know, I can build a fire up.

You take it. Now, go on, go on, get goin'.

I'm goin'.

Bloody pistol.

Oh, Blue, Blue!

What? Mate, go as fast as you can, but find a big

motherfuckin' stick and grab it, you know, just in case, all right?

Got it.

Jesus H.

Christ.

Oh, Jesus.

Hey, are you the kids from the camp back there?

You fuckin' dingoes!

Oh, Jesus!

Oh,

Jesus!

Oh, shit.

What the...

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Oh, Jesus.

I know you're out there.

I know you're out there.

I know, you're there.

Oh Jesus, come and get

me, you feral fuck.

See?

Oh

Dear Asshole, where are you?

Come on.

GIVE ME YOUR CLOUD!

Where's your bloody car?

Matthew.

Where are you, Matthew?

I hope you know how to get back to camp.

Yeah, it's just up here a bit.

Don't panic, it's probably just Ryan and Hannah mucking around.

That is something Ryan would do.

Yeah, I want to tell you about this Yaramiyahu.

Come sit down here for a bit.

So, the Yaramayahu, right, he's like a little red man.

All right, he kinda looks a bit like a demon, yeah?

And he doesn't have any teeth, which is weird for a vampire.

And his skin's all glossy, like silk.

Anyway, he climbs up high into the trees to stalk his victims.

Now, he moves like a monkey in the trees, but he doesn't make a sound.

He watches them closely, sizing them up, and then he stalks

them and stands right above them, right above his next meal.

Then, when he's ready, he jumps, wrapping these octopus-like

tentacles around his victims, sucking all the blood out of them.

Now, he can dislocate his jaw, too, like a

snake, so he can swallow his victims whole.

Then, when he's finished his meal, he

rests, lets it all settle down in his stomach.

And then, when he wakes up, he immediately

regurgitates everything back up onto the floor and

there, in a pile of muck and goo, is a baby newborn Yaramayahu.

First of all, that is disgusting.

Did you hear that?

I'm not going to sleep or eat for a week now.

Secondly...

Seriously, just shh for a second.

I heard something.

Hand me the torch.

I'm not handing you the torch.

I think there's a wild pig out here.

Of course there is.

There's dropped bears, dropped possums and some ridiculous outback vampire.

And now wild pigs are stalking us.

-I'm serious. -Give me the bloody torch.

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Your story doesn't make sense, by the way.

What do you mean? Your drop vampire yaddy story, it doesn't make any sense.

It's not my story.

It's an Aboriginal legend.

Ryan?

Is that you?

Sheridan, we have to be quiet for a second.

Why?

Just shh, shh, shh.

Well I was always told that drop bears hang from the trees and when

their claws come down they cook into your head and rip you off the ground.

-I am serious. -Shut the fuck up.

Calm down babe.

That was really rude.

Just have to be quiet for a second, okay?

We'll turn the light out.

What?

Fuck!

Oh, shit!

Thank you.

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Hey honey, you breathing over there?

Come on, won't you be okay?

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Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus, Jesus.

Oh, it's all right, sweetheart.

Oh, Jesus.

It's all right, it's all right, it's all right.

Don't talk.

You don't have to talk.

No, yeah, I know.

What's your name?

Sharon.

-Yeah. -Yeah? -My name's Ken, eh?

Now, just try and relax.

You're in shock, sweetheart.

Okay?

Now, I just need you to stay calm to help me, all right?

Eh?

Okay?

You're not okay.

No, no, not really, sweetheart.

It's you that we gotta worry about.

Sheridan, Sheridan, you've got to be still, okay?

And very, very quiet.

Okay, sweetheart, now.

I need you to be as quiet as possible, okay?

I know it hurts.

I know it hurts.

But...

I need you to be

nice and still, and I'll lead him away from here.

No.

No, it's okay.

It's okay, I've been doing this since I was a kid.

Yeah?

I've been doing this since I was a little kid.

Hey!

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-Come on! -Come on, you mongrel!

You're the pig!

I'm the pig by a fucking wall!

That's right, ugly guts!

Come on, pull the rope!

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Jesus!

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Sheridan. Sheridan, you got to stand up.

You got to stand, okay?

Got to get you out.

Oh

I'm so sorry, little one.

I'm so sorry.

I'm coming, Marianne.

Come on, you piece of shit!

Mum, I don't think I could eat another bite.

I'm ready to explode.

Oh, you're gonna explode, are you?

It's not for you, honey.

It's for Uncle Bernie.

He's already had three servings.

Ellie, I'm a grown boy.

Yeah, boy's about right, the way you chased Bart to the bathroom this morning.

So, uh, what's the plan for today, Bernie?

Well, I've been thinking we can take a drive out to Palos Farm.

We can take a picnic lunch, have a swim in the river.

When the sun starts to go down, we can do a bit of spotting.

Yeah, let's go swimming.

Shall we?

Hey, Uncle Bernie, do you reckon we could take some guns out?

Maybe...

Deb, Bart wants to know if we can take some guns.

Bernie, you know how I feel about guns.

Well, I would think that out there, at least one for safety.

Not a bad idea, Bruce.

What do you say, just for safety, Debs?

You guys are full of it.

You just wanna sneak about in the bush like commandos and shoot shit.

Yeah, well, I've seen Charlie's farm.

I know there's creeps out there ready to cut you up, rape you.

Robbie... I can tell you right now, all those hillbillies out

there, we will shoot you before you step foot on their property.

Yeah, well, I can shoot a can at, I don't know, 50 metres.

Probably 25, maybe, I don't know.

Is that right?

And at the fair last year, with the Ducks, you didn't

shoot a single one, and what, that was two metres away?

Yeah, well, that game was rigged.

Yep, Bart hit three of them.

Three of them.

But the way you kept trying to win me that teddy bear, that was sweet.

Yeah, I wasn't trying to win you shit.

I was trying to prove the point that the game was rigged.

Whatever.

And if I remember correctly, you were the winner at the end of the night.

That's right.

I was the winner, wasn't I?

Are you right?

So, how are we all gonna get out there, Bernie?

The troopie, my friend.

And what's a troopie?

Oh, what's a troopie?

Why the bloody hell would you have to go marry a Yankee?

Bruce, it's the car we took to the pub last night.

-I knew that. -Yes, I know you do.

Thank you, sweet.

What a knob.

I'm gonna go and, um, put my surmise on.

Yeah, I'm gonna join you. Um, you guys wanna, um, load up the car?

Um, Mum, about the gun.

All right, one gun.

Bernie, I mean it, just one.

Fine, fine, one gun.

Got it.

Oh, fuck!

Bertie!

Did I scare you, Bruiser?

You need to relax, city boy.

Too much pent-up tension.

Come on, Robbie.

Let's go and fill up the cruiser.

It's Robert.

Nah.

I like Robbie better.

Let him call you Robbie.

It's easier that way.

Come on, Bruiser.

Fill up the troopie.

The troopie?

Yeah, you like that, don't you?

You seem like the kind of girl who loves a good spanking.

Why don't you bend over and let me stick my

foot up your ass and see how much you like that?

Sounds kinky.

I like it kinky.

Damo!

Control your fucking mutt!

He's got a point.

You're being a fucking idiot. I get it.

Let me make myself very fucking clear because

I've just about had enough of your fucking shit.

If you fucking touch me again, I'll rip off

your arm and I'll beat you to death with it.

How about I give you a free pass for my indiscretion?

I'll let you hit me.

I won't try and stop you.

Come on, babe.

Just let go of some of that tension.

You stupid fuck!

Get the fuck out of my bar!

Go on, get your leaking all over my floor, you asshole!

Fucking slut!

Who do you think you are?

You show her some fucking respect, you little shit!

Get that sack of shit out of here, Bernie!

You're stinking up my bar!

What's he doing?

I think he knocked him out.

Did you say that?

Holy shit!

And that, Robert, is why you let him call you Robbie.

Got it.

You alright, Sash?

Yeah, what a dickhead.

Hey, I had it under control, you know.

I know you did, I was just finishing for you.

Ah, what a shot, big fella!

You shut up.

Thanks, love.

What can I get you?

I'm taking the family out to paddocks for a swim.

I just might clean out your fridge.

No worries.

What are you after?

Some of those donuts, please, Sash.

Yeah, yeah, of course, love.

How about drinks?

Yep, just soft drinks.

They'll be wonderful.

Can I get some ice to do that?

Yeah, love, no worries.

Just give me 20, love.

That's fine.

Hey, if you see Dad out there, can you get him to give me a call?

He was out there with Blue last night.

He was supposed to be back this morning, but I haven't heard from him.

Sure. Was he working at Paddo's yesterday?

Yeah. I tried calling his mobile phone, but I just got his answering machine.

But maybe they've got no reception.

No worries, then.

If I see a pair of old drunks, I'll send

them home with their tails between their legs.

Thanks, Darwin.

See you later, big fella. See you, mate.

-See you, Benny. -See you, mate.

Come on, Tick!

Bernie, be careful, dammit.

He's not gonna hurt Bart, he's too protective of him.

Yeah, I know, he doesn't know he's got strength.

Just be careful, Bart's gonna end up in one of those trees.

Bernie, I mean it!

Ruff, sis!

Your mother's gone soft.

Oh, fuck it!

Oh yeah, that's mature.

I'll be taking off for about a half an hour.

What for?

Sasha said Ken and Blue are out there somewhere.

Just a little bit worried because they

didn't come home when they said they would.

Well, how are you gonna find them?

Isn't this property over two million acres?

I was talking to Ken the other day.

He told me he was working down the west fence.

It's only a few clicks that way, so I'll take a

quick run along the fence line and check it out.

You wanna go with him?

You want Bruce to go with you?

Nah.

Bruce can stay here and protect the family, mate.

No worries, mate.

I will stay here and protect the family, Byrne.

It's Byrnie, mate.

Not Byrne.

Byrnie.

Righto, then.

He scares me.

Yep.

He scares everybody, that one.

Yo, VIP, let's kick it.

I don't know, turn off the lights, and I glow, to the

extreme, I rock a mic like a man, I can jump like a kid, I can dance.

Now the party is jumpin' The bass is kickin' The Vegas is poppin'

Quick to the point, the point no fakin' Cookin' MC like a pound

of bacon-dun-dun, we ain't quickenin' for Fuckin' crazy when I

hear that cymbal Ha-ha, with the suits up tempo I wanna roll, time to go

Did you guys hear that?

I didn't hear anything.

You deaf?

No, I heard it.

Sounded like an explosion or something.

You didn't hear it?

-No. -Yeah, yeah, I did.

I think I'm gonna go check it out.

Why?

I just want to.

Really?

Yeah.

Alright, well, take one of the boys with you.

I don't want to go. I'm not going that far.

It's just for safety, hun.

Take Robert.

Go on, baby.

You can finally play soldier.

Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you, huh?

-Huh? -Give me a kiss. -Go on.

Han, wait for Robert!

Robert!

Look after my boy, Bruce.

Han, have you got your binoculars?

Oh

Ow.

Ow.

Fuck me!

I'm gonna ask Ellie to marry me.

What?

How long have you guys been going out?

Like, seven, eight months?

She's the one, Bruce.

And you know it.

You know it.

Life's too short for what it's.

Did you tell Debbie?

No, not yet.

I reckon she'll be pretty happy, though, don't you think?

Well, she likes you, so I should think so, yeah.

I mean, my only piece of advice is just

make sure that's what you guys want to do.

It is, mate. A lot of times people jump

in when they're in that starry-eyed phase.

Yeah, well, we're adults, Bruce.

Well, you know, marriage is not all fun and games.

You got to be in it for the long haul.

I am.

You know, I've been helping to raise

Ellie for so long, I feel like her real father.

And I just want you to know that if you hurt her.

I will hurt you back.

I didn't have it any other way, Bruce.

No, I don't want to get all heavy here, I don't want to piss in

your pocket, but, uh, you know, I,

I don't know much about you.

I don't know about your childhood, I don't know about your parents.

What the hell does that have to do with anything?

Well, it has everything to do with it,

because I want to make sure that Ellie is happy.

My parents were real good, Bruce, they were real good.

Well, that's, that's good, because, um, marriage is permanent.

Remind me, Bruce, how many times have you been married now?

Three times.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's my point.

I'm the poster child for what not to do.

Yeah.

Look, you know, I'm sorry if I pissed you off.

Don't worry about it.

Let's check up around that bend and then we'll go back, all right?

Yeah.

You all right there, bub?

You look a bit out of sorts.

Look, it's probably nothing, Ernie, but...

Dad and Blue camped out last night, and Dad said he'd be back

first thing in the morning, and I haven't heard from him all day.

I can't even get him on the bloody phone.

When you tried Blue's mobile?

I've got his number here somewhere.

I've tried him, like, 20, 30 times.

Use your alarm? Yes, please. Well, that's not like your dad.

I mean, he's all right, though.

He'll be all right.

There's nothing out there except...

dust and roos.

That's a load of shit, Ernie, and you know it.

There's something out there that's been knocking

down fences and killing the livestock for months now.

You mean that monster wild boar you claim to have seen?

Not claim to have seen.

-I saw it. -Oh, you were drunk.

I know what I saw.

Well, what exactly did you see, Jack?

Because all I've heard is second-hand rumours, and

they get more bloody ridiculous every time they're told.

Well, you remember that smash up on the highway coming into town, right?

About 12 months ago, you remember?

They couldn't find the couple.

All the police found was the wrecked car, right?

Yeah. Well, I was coming back from Bob's place in my truck,

and I'm looking out the window, and I spot something in this

paddock about 300 or 400 metres out, so I gets the spotty on it.

Fucking drunk, it's a boar.

It looks like a boar, and it's about the size of a fucking combi van.

Yeah, so I follow it along with the spotlight, and I'm driving

along, and I'm driving along, and it starts getting closer, right?

It's about 100 metres off, and I can see that

this bastard's got a person hanging in its mouth.

Well, it's a female, to be precise, and she's got long hair, you

know, and she's just hanging there like a rag doll, and I shat

myself, and then I accidentally lost control of the spotty handle.

Come on, you're shitting me, right?

Pigs don't grow that bloody big, and they don't eat people.

I know what I saw.

I might have been drunk.

Yeah, I should have been driving or something.

Well, it could have been anything, hey?

Hey, maybe it was a cow eating grass.

Eh?

Well, whatever it was, when I bit the spotty back, it was long gone.

Hey, you know, it wasn't a hairy bloke, Jack.

I saw a ditch.

Did you go off and open anything out the top like that?

Mate, if there was something out there as big as what you

say it is, knocking over fences and terrorising

livestock, it'll take more than a rifle and a slug to slow it down.

Yeah.

Yeah.

What, do you believe him?

Yeah, well, I've heard stranger stories.

Do you believe it?

I saw a monster pig with a kid in its mouth.

Eh?

Yeah. Well, I said to the...

I spoke to the cops.

They just laughed at me.

Yeah.

Well, you know how it is.

Everyone here thinks I've got a few roos

loose in the top paddock, if you know what I mean.

Mate, your drunken antics have gained you quite a reputation around here.

Ain't that the truth.

I still remember you doing the nerdy run up and down the street.

That's something I'd like to unsee, Jack.

Well mate, if there's anything out there as big as what you

reckon, I reckon a lot more people would have seen it than crazy old Jack.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, thanks mate, see, yeah well, you

know, whatever it is, even if it's not a monster pig,

something is wiping out the livestock and smashing the fences.

Still nothing?

No.

Hey, you know what?

Bernie's out there swimming with his family.

I'm going to give him a go.

If I had a phone, if I had a phone with one

of them cameras, I would have taken a picture.

But I don't have a phone.

I don't have a phone.

Ern, can you do me a favour?

Sure. Can you watch the pub for a couple of hours?

You know what? I'm gonna bloody drive out there.

What if they've broken down and they've got no reception?

What's a three-hour drive out there?

You gonna hike it all the way out there for a couple old pissheads?

Maybe they're just sleeping off a hangover.

And that way I'll kick both their arses,-fucking-two.

So can you watch the pub for me?

Yep.

I'll look after the bar for you, honey.

I got this, mate.

-Fuck no. -I want stock when I get back.

Everything's here in the folder, but

Tina's gonna be in in a couple of hours anyway.

She knows where everything is.

All right, thank you so much, darling.

Do you want me to come with you?

No, I want you to stay here and keep drinking, right?

I've got rent due at the end of the week, and that goes for the lot of you.

Yeah, well, all the drinks are on Ernie!

Free drinks, if you're black.

You white fellas are paying double.

Oh, I'm going outside for a quick suntan.

The fuck is happening?

What the fuck?

What the fuck is that?

What a fucking pig.

Oh my god!

Fuck this, I'm outta here.

FUCKING COWARD!

Mom?

Something's wrong!

I can see Robert.

He's alone and he's running.

He looks scared.

Where's Bruce?

I think he wants us to run.

Where's Bruce?

I don't know, I think something's wrong.

Ned, hang on.

There's a wild fucking pig!

Poor bugger's scared of a wild pig.

Where's Bruce, Mum?

Where is Bruce?

He's dead!

What did you say?

He's full of shit.

Did he say dead?

Watch out!

Get out of the car!

Get the fuck out!

Get out!

Get out of the car now!

Get the fuck out!

Get out!

-Come on! -Take it!

Come on, Ellie!

Come on!

Get to the other side!

Don't look back!

Fucking go!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on, Ellie!

Yeah, okay.

Here we go.

-Come on, Bart. -Hurry up.

It's just you.

Don't move.

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-Come on, get up! -Come on, get up!

We're here.

We're here.

Come on, we just need to get up there.

We'll be safe.

Go, go, go.

Oh, God.

-Help me! -I'm trying!

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Come on.

-Fuck! -Fuck, fuck, fuck!

-I'm okay. -I'm okay.

Take care of your mom.

Why did you let my son die?

Why, Bernie?

Why did you try to save him?

I'm sorry, Susie. Why didn't you save my son?

I'm sorry, Susie. Why didn't you fucking try?

Why?

-I'm sorry, Susie. -Why?

Why, Bernie?

It's okay, Mum.

Mum, I'll be okay.

We have to stay positive.

They've gone.

They're all gone.

They're all dead.

They're all dead!

There's only one way we're going to make it through this.

We need to kill that overgrown disease fucker.

How do we- how do we kill it?

We don't have a gun.

How did it get so big?

That's not normal, is it?

No, it's definitely not normal, Elle.

I've never seen a ball that size.

How are we gonna kill it, Benny?

We don't have a gun!

It's not okay!

It killed my boy!

It killed my boy.

I'm so sorry, dear.

Oh

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Cheers, Slade.

It's really cold.

Do you think we could use some of this wooden handset?

It's not a fire and keep warm.

So I say, well, I'll...

We have a lighter but no gun.

I thought you were asleep.

Could you sleep?

I'm gonna go outside and grab some more wood and kindling.

It'll make it easier to start the fire.

No, don't do that.

It's okay. It's alright. It's just out there.

You guys keep an eye on the window for me, I'll go outside.

Benny, don't, don't go.

Please don't go, no.

-Ready? -No.

Oh, my God!

Come on.

Behind me.

-Slow. Slow. -Slow.

Slow. Slow. Slow.

Now, when I say run, you fucking run, okay?

Where do we run?

That way, right behind the barn.

Oh, don't you hurt me, big fella.

Chris! Chris!

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UGH!

Arrghhh!

Come on, let's do this, you ugly fuck!

Bring that shit!

Oh!

Oh, fuck.

Fuck!

We've been walking for ages, Mum.

Look, I think we should set up here for spot fires and get warm.

What about the pig?

What if it comes back?

Bart told me about a documentary he watched on grizzly bears.

He said they're scared of fire.

Maybe it scares off pigs too.

It's worth a shot, Mum.

He's a good boy, my Bart.

OK, let's build Bart's fires, eh?

Maybe he'll find us that way.

What are you doing?

I'm making handheld torches.

Like the ones Bart and Bruce made on that camping trip a few years back.

That's a good idea.

I'll make one too.

They taught me so much.

Do you think Uncle Bernie killed her?

If anyone could kill it, it would be Uncle Bernie, okay?

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Mom, just grab one of mine and light it.

Works.

Oh

Fuck!

It's okay, it's okay, I'm all right, I'm all right.

Stevie, go and get the rifle and put it back through the car, quick!

Oh

Kill it, Mum.

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Is it dead?

-Yeah. -It's dead.

Go on.

You've got to be kidding me

It's them.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Come on.

Come on, let's go.

You all right?

Takes more than a monster ball to keep you down, hey Bernie?

You've got no idea.

We're going to the city tomorrow.

Bernie, you're coming with us.

I think I might fucking join you.

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