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Kutyukutyu.

Is that where you're hiding?

Hey, hey! Get out! Out!

Fuck!

Oh.

Go on. Out.

Get out!

Go home.

Suit yourself.

Oh, are you right there?

Yeah.

Yeah. It's just a scratch.

Where can I wash?

Oh, the bathroom's blocked, so you'll have to use the trough.

41.80, thanks.

Um... I don't need this.

- Yeah. I don't need this. - OK.

A bee to honey, boys.

I got something red and throbbin' too.

You wanna look?

No.

Hey, dickhead.

Know what the Maori word for 'nuisance' is?

Hoha. And that's what you're being, bro.

A real hoha. Boo!

You want a coffee?

I wasn't scared of him.

You know?

Come on.

What more could a lady want

than a rig that hauls 22 tonnes of fuel one minute,

boils a jug the next?

Go ahead.

It's not poisoned.

Thanks.

So, what did that, then?

Trap for an animal, I think.

You're not from round here.

I'm...

...looking for the man who drives this.

The blue truck in the background.

Lot of F100s on these roads.

Yeah, but it's got... It's got a strange frame.

- He's a shooter. - Lot of shooters too.

Why are you looking for him?

And what do you do when you find him?

Now, I'm not much of an expert,

but what's a girl your age doing travelling alone?

You're gonna get eaten up and swallowed whole.

If you want to survive around here,

you can't take shit like that anymore.

I wasn't.

Gotta be tough.

10 times tougher than they are and 100 times tougher than you feel.

Kia kaha. Be strong.

Thank you.

_

Hop out. Come on.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

I'm really sorry about your car.

I think it's just... my brakes need a service.

- Huh! - I'll get onto it.

Yeah. OK.

You know the car's unroadworthy, don't ya?

Can I just pay the fine?

Whose is this?

I told you, it's not mine. I've never seen it before.

I had no idea it was there.

Need the ladies, let me know.

Hey, I had a dog.

Pardon the grievous curiosity, but...

...what does land a girl like you in a place like this?

Traffic infringements.

What about you?

Take a wild guess.

I'm looking for someone around here.

Drives a blue F100.

Mmm.

_

Hey.

How much we make? For the bag?

It's in the usual spot.

In the usual spot!

Yeah, good one.

You taking your time getting here on purpose or what?

Mongrel.

Psst!

You're an American, aren't ya?

Sing me something.

Like what?

Oh, I don't know. You know, bloody Taylor Swift, Beyonce.

That weird bloody Gaga chick. They're all Yanks, aren't they?

Yeah.

Yeah. Well, you're a Yank. They're Yanks.

You're a bloody Yank. Everyone's a Yank.

Come on, fuckin' sing me something.

This her?

Yep.

I'm gonna need you to release her into my custody.

What, you want to take someone facing multiple charges across the border?

We can lay any charges you need in the Darwin District Court.

Something wrong with the courts in WA?

This woman here is part of an ongoing investigation in the Territory.

So?

Got your extradition order?

I need to take her with me, Constable.

Well, my hands are tied, Sergeant.

She'd be facing a few years inside. You know that, don't ya?

You want to take her across the border? Get the paperwork.

You reckon I'd fit?

Yeah, maybe.

You reckon you'll reach?

Yeah.

I could do it. Um...

With a leg-up?

Oh.

How about that song?

Yeah.

- Now? - Hmm.

Yeah.

I'm gonna think of a couple more things for you to do first.

What?

So did anyone pick up that dead roo from up the road?

Yeah, there's a fella who's down the road.

He goes and gets it every day, so...

You getting ready for the Sydney haul?

They changed the roster, so I'll be stuck here all week.

When will you be home?

Oh, when the job's done.

A few days.

A few days?!

Why can't they send someone else to do it?

Because it's my case.

Well, when you catch him, give him a slap from me.

Who?

The runaway kid you've been chasing.

Oh. Yeah.

Hang on a sec.

What are you doing here?

She just let me off with a warning.

She said it was too much paperwork.

Guess she must have decided I'm not such a big-time crim after all.

She didn't realise she could have added

stealing police property to your charge sheet.

I only took that file 'cause you weren't doing your job properly.

Where is it?

Are you gonna leave me standing out here...

Where's the file?

I lost it.

Uh, I... I put it on top of the car one morning, and it...

Sorry.

Can I have some money?

Please. I just need a couple of hundred.

I'll pay it all back.

Look.

This country's too big, OK? You're not gonna find him.

I'm wasting my time.

Where are you going? Hey, stop. Come on.

Hey, sorry, something's come up. I've gotta go.

I'll call you tomorrow. 'Bye.

Every second that my dad wasn't at work, he was trackside.

He was coaching me.

200, 100 hurd,

long, high, shot, jav, 800...

- Pentathlon. - Yeah.

Yeah, and he had all these mantras,

like "Chest up, shoulders down.

"Hold strong in the core. Drill it through to the point.

"Lift your toes. Catch flies."

Like, relax your jaw. Don't tense up.

I loved it.

I loved winning, loved... getting PBs,

but, you know... after 13 years, it's...

Halfway through my sophomore year, I needed a shoulder reconstruction,

and they gave me these really strong drugs.

Opiates.

And, yeah, they stopped the pain,

but, um, I... developed a... a problem.

I don't know.

Maybe I was addicted.

Because...

I was pretty set to represent my country,

and then, um, I broke into the campus infirmary.

How'd you do your shoulder?

I fell down some stairs.

You were drunk.

I was drunk.

Housekeeping!

Must have been one hell of a fall, huh?

Mom always said I never did things by halves.

Evening, Detective Sergeant, and guest.

Oh!

I dunno how you do things in the Territory, but in WA,

us coppers generally like to avoid harbouring fugitives.

She said that you let her out.

Yeah, and she climbed out the bloody window like a monkey.

Eve! I'm gonna knock it down if you don't open it.

One, two...

You took her wallet and her passport?

- Yeah, of course. - Good.

Her car's a write-off.

She's probably just gonna hide behind the bushes overnight.

- We'll find her in the morning. - Yep!

And thanks for your cooperation!

Highly professional.

How much did you say? 15 Gs?

Mate, you ain't getting your hands on a brass razoo.

What's crawled up your arse?

Shut up. Now get in the fuckin' car.

What I shoulda done is just left you there, teach you a lesson.

Oh, you're fuckin' on your fuckin' rags again, are ya?

Do you know how long I was there, setting up today?

This is the biggest job I've ever done. Huh?

And where are you? Locked up in the drunk tank.

Having a little singalong with some Yankee chick.

Whatever, you dickhead. So where's the cash, eh?

- Huh? - Is it in the house?

You forgotten, Kane?

Safe and sound in the usual spot, just like we said.

Yeah, she got balls, I tell ya.

Who? Who are you talking about?

The Yankee chick.

- Oh, you know what I'm gonna do? - What ya gonna do, Ginge?

I'm gonna keep your share until you've earned it.

Bullshit.

Who found it? Who found the Chinese in the first place?

Beardy, can you hear this shit?

Yeah, yeah, I'm hearing it.

Yeah, it's true, mate. I remember it clear as day.

Do you mind?!

I am having a private conversation with my brother here.

- Sorry, mate. Sorry. - Sorry? Oh, you're sorry, then?

Hi, sweetie!

Did they feed you in the jailhouse? Want a spag bol?

Yeah, that sounds very nice, Mum. Thank you.

Know what I hate most about you?

Your fucking face, mate.

- I hate your ugly fuckin' mug. - Hey, hey.

You right for a beer, boys?

Who are you?

Thievin' little bitch!

Oi! Some skinny blonde bitch has got the money!

Comin', Mum! Mum!

Thief!

Catch that girl!

Come on!

It's our fuckin' money!

Pick it up!

Kane-O!

- Hey! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What do ya think you're doing in my yard? Huh?!

Get the fuck off my property.

Alright.

Now!

- No worries. - Yeah, get out of here!

Yeah. Yeah.

Oh, Jesus!

Shh!

Hello!

Hello!

- Hello? - Hello?

What the bloody hell are you sheilas doin' out here?

It's broken.

Yeah. It's not working.

We have a problem.

Ah!

Right.

Righto, righto. Turn it off!

Yeah.

I reckon this fuel line's blocked like the Pope's old fella.

Blocked? We can blow him?

Hey, keep it decent!

I mean, the blockage, it can be cleared?

Yeah, if you've got the tools.

Ya tooled up, are ya?

- No. - Oh.

Oh, I tell ya what.

I got the gear to fix this back at my joint, right?

So I can tow ya back there,

we can do the business and then you're on your way, eh?

What do you reckon?

It's up to you.

OK.

OK, mister.

Yeah? No worries.

- How's it goin'? - Yeah, good. You?

- Not bad. - Ladies.

- Hello. - Hi.

How ya goin'?

Engine trouble?

Um, seemingly, we have a fuel blockage.

It's alright, fellas. I got it sorted.

I'm gonna take it back to my place, fix it, yeah?

- That's an '87 Commodore, isn't it? - Yes.

Well, it looks like it's your lucky day.

We'll have that fuel line fixed in no time.

Oh, great.

- You wanna grab the toolbox? - Yeah.

As I said, uh, I got it sorted, yeah?

But we can fix it now.

Oh.

Look, mate.

I can see what you're doing here.

- Is that right? - Mmm.

Saving the day.

The bush knight in shining armour.

But you know something?

Even if you could turn that piece of crap into something like mine,

those chicks still aren't gonna put out for you.

So why don't you just piss off, you old perv?

Yeah.

Well...

I'll leave you city wankers to it, then.

What the...?

What the hell?

- _ - MAN: And this bloody dickhead,

he must have left the handbrake off or something,

'cause a hundred thousand bucks worth

of bloody German engineering's ended up in the river.

- Seems like it, son. - Got it.

Had to pay to get it winched out.

Totally cactus. Absolutely buggered.

- What's your poison, boys? - Ah, we're looking for someone.

An American chick.

She's travelling alone.

Bit off the old beaten track out here, old mate.

She's 20-ish. She's got this long blonde hair.

Many a month since we've seen a Sheila like that out here, mate.

- What about you, Knackers? - Nope. Seen no-one, mate.

Sorry, buddy.

- You? - No, mate.

How about you?

Seen an American girl?

Long blonde hair?

Yeah, well, what's a bloke with a head like a cock

lookin' for a young Sheila like that, eh?

Ah, just pullin' your chain, cobber.

Nah, I haven't seen her.

She might have mentioned a truck?

A blue F100? She's looking for the driver.

Oh!

Nope.

Sorry.

Let's go.

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