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it up, baby.
Swift and Shaft. Swift and Shaft.
It should have gone on when we told you.
Oh, there'll be plenty of fresh air in the new place. I won't take Bronson long
to change that.
It'll be fantastic.
No art gallery snobs, no rip-off merchants, no noise, no pollution.
No McDonald's. Plenty of fresh fish.
Lots of things to do.
I can see that. There was no leaf. I can't hold on much longer.
No more smoggy streets, no more suburban shoeboxes, no more traffic lights, no
more parking meetings. I tell you, it'll be just like living in paradise.
now baby baby come on now baby shake it up now baby now shake it up baby
Looks like we're moving up in the world.
Smell that fresh air, eh? Good for the soul.
Nearest girl must be 500 miles away.
Well, excuse me.
Sorry,
I forgot.
Let's go and look.
Thank you.
Yes? Who are you?
I used to live here.
Is that music?
I can't hear anything.
Ah, Miss Rickard.
I thought you'd met Linda. Pete, this is Miss Rickard, who I was telling you
about. Her brother Tom was the last lighthouse keeper here.
Ah, what a wonderful spot.
So peaceful.
Bye, Dad.
But it's real quiet, eh?
Ah, Mr. Quist.
Great to see you again.
Welcome, welcome.
The Gribble. This is my son, James. James!
And his friends, Rabbit and Tiger.
And this is my wife, Matron Cecilia Gribble.
Are these your little kiddies? Yes, this is Linda and this is Pete.
And, uh... We've met.
Well, as Shire President, I'd like to officially welcome you here to the
Winswept Cliffs.
There's something weird about that, don't he? Yeah, funny, don't he?
Jokey, John?
Loony Lou.
It's not funny. There was someone in there and then there wasn't. No one's
been in there since Dead Ned died on the job.
Dead Ned.
Where's Mr. Twist?
Down the window.
Widower dummy.
She died in an accident four years ago.
Oh, I am sorry.
Hey, can we check the joint out, Dad?
Yeah, I'm sure Mr. Twist wouldn't mind.
Well,
come on, we don't want to be left behind.
Quicken the dead around here.
Maybe a few big dogs around here. Oh, she's not that big, mate.
What do you think?
Excellent. Oh, it's been a while to get into a filthy state.
It's disinfecting.
Excellent!
This is my room!
Hey, where'd you get the clothes?
The undertaker?
Where'd you get your face?
Panel beater?
Think she likes your grips?
Yeah, probably. Tell me more about Dead Ned.
Dead Ned, eh?
Oh, OK.
See, Nell was overseas and Dead Ned was looking after the place.
When Nell came back, all she found was a skeleton on the dunny.
They say, on a windswept night... Gee, I'm never going down there again.
It's a bit of a pity because, like, just between you and me, you know, keep it
quiet, but there's been a bit of interest in this place over the years.
We could stitch up a pretty good deal, you know.
But, you know, if you do change your mind, offer's always open.
I've got backers with the money.
Knocked down this joint and put up something decent, eh?
Like a well-shaped dunny for tourists?
I would have bought the place myself, but I had a bit of a fiscal overrun. If
someone hadn't pitched my painting, I might have raised the overdraft myself.
It was an original clique. You're not accusing me.
It's a catfish wearer.
I didn't take your painting. Silly old fool.
It's not worth ten cents anyway. Some of them are worth hundreds of thousands.
That painting was the early days of this lighthouse. It even had my father in it.
Someone round here pinched my painting. Yeah, well, it wasn't me. Yeah, anyway,
well, look, we're not selling. We've only just arrived.
Stop doing that
All this stuff belonged to my brother.
I don't know what's in here.
I'll be clearing it out soon.
Oh, there's no hurry, Miss Riggins. Take your time.
I appreciate that.
Thanks a lot.
Oh,
oh, rising down.
Dead man's dike.
Hey, Dad.
Yep? This bike's been on top of the flag for over 20 days without eating.
Do you reckon you're into the loop?
Bronson, we're having dinner.
I see we've started.
Here's to our new home.
I'm a bit worried about Gribble and his mate, though, Dad. Why?
They don't like my clue.
How long can you go without eating?
Oh, you can't go for 10 minutes.
You don't have to go to the toilet.
And I'm never going to the law again, so from now on, I'm giving up food.
That's a bit of a pity, Bronson, because we've got chocolate chip ice cream with
raspberry sauce for dessert.
Bronson's favourite.
And we don't get any until we've eaten our first course. Which is stir-fry a la
dad.
Suffer, Bronson.
Oh, weak.
Pathetic. Will of iron, Bronson.
Peace, strength, and harmony.
Amanda, will you go to the dunny with me?
Don't be such a wimp.
Pete!
Have you gone to the dunny with me?
Would I go to the dunny?
Would I go to the dunny? Just wait a minute.
I'm coming down the path.
I'll be at the toilet soon.
There was a ghost in the toilet!
Hey, Bronson, Bronson, take it easy, mate.
What's wrong?
The toilet's haunted!
Yeah, now, come on, Bronson, slow down. The toilet's haunted?
Yes! With a ghost?
Yes!
There are no such things as ghosts.
When it gets dark and creepy, you think you see things, especially in a new
place. Where are you going?
To the toilet.
That's okay with you.
You want me to come with you?
Bronson, what are you doing?
Protecting you from the ghost.
There is no ghost.
There's your ghost.
You want me to come in with you?
Don't be such a dropkick.
Listen, Bronson. Nick off.
Okay. I'm going.
Goodbye.
I'll be sorry.
I
was
off, Bronson.
Bronson, is that you?
Are you there, Bronson?
What's
all the
noise about? A ghost.
A ghost?
What did he look like?
Well, he wasn't at all. And he had a white hat on.
Young Ned.
Pete!
There is a ghost before him.
Nelson or Young Ned.
Oh, bull twang. Oh, there is.
There was this creepy guy looking over the door. You could see right through
him. A see-through spook? It's not funny.
You don't reckon, eh?
Why didn't the ghost go to the ball?
I don't know. Why didn't the ghost go to the ball?
Because he had nobody to go with.
Honey.
Don't say we didn't warn you.
I'll just pop the old tooth in and go and have a touch young Ned.
I'll have you walk me if you don't come back.
Are you there?
What do you call a drunken ghost?
A methylated spirit.
My tooth!
Birdie, that plate cost a mint.
I'm never going down to that dunny again.
I'm using the toilet in the caravan park from now on. I'm going to get that tooth
back before Dad finds out.
That's West Guru's farm.
Court! Nick!
You're not wrong.
He's showing his teeth to you.
Good day. Ah, company.
Peanut butter, you want some?
No, thanks.
I'm looking for my plate. I dropped it down the toilet.
Oh, we haven't got any plates. They never fit through the pipes.
No, no, no, plate isn't toothed. Ah, got plenty of them.
All the joys and sorrows of humanity end up here.
Time flows so quickly by.
Flushed fantasies and hopes are but pipe dreams.
Imprisoned flights of the imagination Carried down to my dark brown pond Where
dentures venture No more to roam Help yourself
Don't be chicken.
Shove it in.
Fight the bullet.
I can't do it. I just can't do it.
This ghost has gone too far.
Young Ned's got to go.
We have to take the initiative and exercise the loop.
Like jogging?
Exercise, dog.
How do you exercise the loop?
Don't ask me. I'm not going.
Me neither.
We'll all go.
Hungry? I am.
Cooked in the window? No, don't worry. I'll do it. Dad'll do it. Dad'll do it.
Beef stew for dinner?
Mmm, yummy.
I think I'd better be getting to bed now.
Off you go then.
Aren't you coming?
I'm going to see this through.
Pete? I'm staying to watch Linda see it through.
I think I'll stay too then.
That's what you were pointing at.
I.
Unhappy?
Sad? Sad?
Sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
The ugly?
Scared.
I'm sorry to scare you.
You just wanted us to find this.
It's alive, Ned.
I reckon it's a fake clickette. It's not one of the expensive ones, anyway.
I think I knew that all the time.
But it's valuable to me.
Young Ned, eh?
I reckon he was in limbo.
Neither one placed or the other.
He stole the painting.
And he had to hang around to make things right.
Do you reckon we'll ever see him again?
No. Wouldn't think so.
Dad, have a look at this.
For the king, Carter, and all the king's men Couldn't put me back together
again I'd say, ring, ring, go away, come again another day
Hey!
Have you ever, ever felt like this? Have great things happened?
Are you going round quick?
Have you ever...
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