All language subtitles for Long.Weekend.2008.BluRay.x264

Cricket!

Cricket.
Oh. How are you?

How you're doing, girl?
Oh, you can't come with us.

Boss at there says you're a nuisance.

No, Not this time.

How's it going?

I want to get away early.

It's gonna be shift final on the road this evening.
Hmph...

I thought you were gonna ask Mrs. Dunlane
if you don't want Cricket to go.

Peter, I don't feel comfortable asking an old
woman that we barely know to babysit your dog...

- Carla, I was just asking.
But we can forget it. Okay.

- She's not gonna starve.
There's three whole cans of dog food there and...

Mate, you just don't plop down a pile of dog
food expecting that dog would figure it out...

Yeah, it's mind miracle that the canine species...

has survived so many years without canned food.
- Okay, okay, okay. You're right. Yes. You're right.

And I'm a dickhead. Okay.
Come on. Huh.

Let's not get off the wrong foot this weekend.
Alright?

We gonna go to Moondah Beach.

Being in Fresh air, sunshine.
And chance to wind a bit with Luke and Skybird.

Skybird? Yeah.

What? I'm sharing a tent
with a girl called Skybird?

No. You sharing a tent with me.

Come on, loosen up. Okay.

I'm gonna finish packing.

You know...
Can you make it snappy?

I told Luke we meet him up that
roadhouse outside in Packenham.

Damnit.

I was listening to that.

It was bad reception.
Here, put on some music instead.

Peter!

Uh. Be careful.

I saw them.

You talked to Mark and Carol?
Yeah.

Told them we couldn't make it?
Yeah.

So they think they could struggle
on this without us this weekend?

So I take it they're still going to Portsea?
Huh...

Yes, they are.

So I guess we still fight?
- Well...

Look honey, I'm not trying to start anything.

I just think we should back-off for a while.
You know.

All four of us.

Lying on the beach and recuperate.

'Recuperate'?

It sounds like I'm recovering from a disease.

It's me too.
I need a change too.

Getting some surfing with Luke...

While I'm stuck on the beach with Ladybird?
- No, Skybird.

Shit, Carla. Okay.

You don't like camp people,
but we are not exactly roughing you.

10,000 dollars worth of camping gear on the credit cards.
Should hope not.

For that price we could have flown to
Thailand and stayed in the VIP suite.

Yeah, you know all about hotel rooms, don't you?

Get fucked.

Yeah well, there is not much
chance of that this weekend.

Well how long you'll gonna be?

I mean, it's gonna be
midnight before we get there...

And another hour to setup camp. Yeah.

Hold on, you're breaking up.
It's bad reception.

Yeah, that's better.

The Eggleston Pub?

Yeah sure, that's cool.

Uh. Luke got stuck in traffic.

So we should go on ahead.
He said...

Meet at the pub just before the turn-off.

LAST FUEL BEFORE TATHRA

Hey Luke, Peter here. Um.

Look man, umm...
I just leave a message for you.

I'm at the pub and I'm gonna going
probably around 20 minutes from here. So...

Alright. I'll see you.

Hey, how you guys doing?

Yeah. I was wondering I can get a
couple of bottles of your best rum.

Sure.

Gotta quiet for a long weekend, eh?
- Yeah, well, we are far from the highway, mate.

All we get is the lost or the locals.

I'm heading to Moondah Beach.
You know it?

Nah. Supposed to be the best surf of the north coast. Yeh.

Yeah. 70 Bucks, mate.

Supposed to be turn-off about 5 miles up from here?

First time I hear about it.

Oh, I guess I don't have to
worry about the crowds you know.

Listen, I'm supposed to meet up here
with one of my mates in a green van.

But I couldn't raise him on the mobile phone.

Pretty shitty reception around here.

He can't be more than the half an hour behind us.

When he gets here, I want you to tell him...

That we went on ahead to Moondah?

Where the beach don't exist?

Yeah, well it's a secret surf. Right

Maybe it's not known by the name. Huh.

Must be. Yeah. Huh.

Thanks.

Where are we?

Uh. We're almost there,
just down the road.

And Luke and what's her name left then?
- Yeah, I just...

I left a note for them at the pub.

TARONGA ABATTOIR, Phone - LM6157.

Useless piece of shit.

PRIVATE PROPERTY. KEEP OUT.

What's wrong?
- Nothing.

Well is this the place?
- Yeah. This gotta be.

Hmph. You do know where we are?

Preferably.

Ocean is straight up there.
So we just need to find our way through.

That looks promising.

We're getting close now.
You can smell the ocean.

How will Luke and that thing gonna
find their way through this?

I call them, when we get there.

Um. Yummy. Hmm.

Umm. Hello, missy.

Would you like to party?
- No, thanks.

Cri..cket!

Oh yeah.
Want a drink?

Honey, we got a stowaway.
How did you get in here?

Shit, that was close.

No way.

That's the same tree.
- Oh Shit, how can that be the same tree?

Because we are going round in circles.

Well honey, We are on the same
track for the last 30 minutes.

So how could we be going on circles?

Well then, where are we, Peter?

Peter, can I.. can I make a suggestion?

Can we just go back and spend
the night in a hotel?

No. We're gonna sleep here tonight.
- What? In the car?

Yeah, in the car. It just can't be far off.
We find the beach when it gets light.

Fabulous.

You spend a fucking fortune on camping gear...

And now we're gonna sleep in the car.
- Look, you want to drive?

Be my guest, go ahead Carla. Take the wheel.

That's right.

Mornin'n.

Where are we?
- We're here.

And the sun is shining and the birds are chirping.

And the bacon is burning.
- Oh shit!

Well we just miss the mark last night.

Another 50 meters and we are to made it.

Where did you put my clothes?
- Your clothes?

Whose's gonna sees us way out here.

And what about your mate Luke?

Probably slept on the road like we did.

Hello. Shit Peter,
did a great job setting up the campsite.

There you go.
- Lover boy.

What are you doing to that tree?
- Chopping it down.

Why?
- Why not?

Firewood.

What is this?
Oh yeah.

Look at this.
I got...

Look at that.
A spear-gun.

What the hell you gonna do with that?
- I don't know. Shoot a fish?

Uh. Be careful where you point at.
I hate guns. You know I hate guns.

This is not a gun. This is not a gun.

Come on.
You gotta see this.

It's not what you think.
Come on.

Ta-da. What do you reckon? Wow!

Are there any toilets?
- Ah. 'Toilets'.

Cricket, she wants toilets.
- Okay, I'm not the outdoors type.

So? We live off the land and
pay with our precious guano. Yeah.

Pay her with our precious guano.

You know what?
- What?

I think I still love you.
Even though you are...

grumpy old sourpuss at times.

Do you? Hmph.
- And you know what else?

Hm. No. In your hair.

No, it's in your hair. Seriously.
I can get it. serious.. Oh my gosh! Oh yeah.

What did you call me?
- A prick.

What?

Lala did you say? Huh.
- Nothing.

I don't know. A good boy.

A good boy.
How- How good?

Get off me, or I piss myself.

Oh, my God.
Cricket, look out.

Oh. You bully.

Love me.

Maybe.

Ow. That really hurt.

I'm gonna eat your burnt bacon.

What the fuck is that?

Huh. It's my dads old rifle.

Yeah I can see that.
But what's it doing here?

Because it's here.
- Peter.

Come on, hon.

It been sitting in our garage for last 10 years.

And I don't even know if it's still even works.
It's like truth.

Would- would you just lie enough for 5 seconds? Hmm.

Hey, that tree with the arrow is just over there.

Yeah like I said before.
If we gone another 50 meters we will made it. So...

Yes, but the track ends here.
How can we have gone round in circles?

Obviously we didn't.

But the...
- Hey. We are here now.

What's the difference? Hmm.

Come on.

Give it back.

Come on.

Come on.

Good girl.
Come on.

Good girl.
Come on.

Peter.

What wrong?
Cricket, shut up!

What is it?
- There's something in the water.

What? Where?

I don't know.

Huh. Sweetheart, you scared the shit out of me.

Cricket saw it too,
she wouldn't go in the water.

Might have been a shark or something.
Yeah.

Let's go.

What you like for dinner tonight?
Chicken or steak?

What's wrong with some fresh fish?
- Nothing.

Except we don't have any.
- Well, I'll go catch some.

Okay. Right. Umph.

Power mite. I'll just defrost something.
Just in case.

Yeah. Good.

Oh shit.
- What's wrong? Little bastard.

Where is the spray?
- Oh. It's in the tent. Thanks.

What was that thing noise last night?

What noise?

It was sound like a baby crying.

Um. I'm not sure I heard anythink at all.

Where are you going?
- Just for lookup the beach.

What about you?

Um. I'm gonna organise a shower.
- Good.

Fuck.

Are you okay?

The safety is still on.

Sorry, love.
It should't fire like this.

Sorry.

I'll fill this up.

Cricket.

Come on, girl.

Wow! Look at all those ducks. Um.

I'm gonna fucking kangaroo your ass.

Come on Luke. Wakaroo.

Oh. Funny.

Ooh. I fell asleep.

How you doin'?
- I'm okay.

Sorry.

It's okay.

Dr. Hargraves did said that
it could take a few weeks.

It's been a couple of months.

I'm sorry, but I just can't
turn on and off like you can.

Is it a mental thing or...

Uh. Chemistry thing?

I guess I just need to understand these things.

I'm just a man.

I'm sure it's only temporary.

Love, why don't you come surf with me?

The sun gave me splitting headache.
- Huh.

Well the surf will clear it up.

Come on.
You're always saying you want to give it a try.

No, no, no, no.
You are the one who's always saying that I should give it a try.

Alright, never mind.

Hey. What happened to Luke and his girlfriend?

I don't know.

Well you think we should look for them,
or are they just...

Sweetheart, they could be
anywhere between here and Packenham.

Knowing Luke...

He probably get out-stoned
and went to the wrong beach.

Well, I think it's being wierd
that they haven't turned up. I mean...

Maybe we've gone to the wrong beach.
- Maybe we have.

I saw another car down the beach.

I thought we had this place to ourselves.

You can shoot them.

Salud.

Look, what's shitting you anyway?
- I told you, I'm getting a headache.

No, what's really shitting you?
- I'm bored.

Well why not trying get off your ass...

And do something,
besides lying around here and whinning.

I wanted to go to Portsea,
remember?

Look, Pete...

I'm not the type of the fucking
shitting outside and getting drunk.

The sun is too hot,
the water is too cold.

Because you're surfing and have all your toys.
What am I supposed to do?

I don't know.

Go fuck yourself.

Cricket?

What is that?

Peter.

I thought you've...
I thought you've gone...

It's alright.

There was something out there in the water.

Cricket?

What's that?

Oh my God, what is it?
- I don't know.

Looks like a baby seal.

I've heard that noise again.

Sounded like something crying.

There is definitely something
out there in the water.

Can we just go home now?

How's your headache?

I wasn't joking before.

Do we really have to stay here another night?

We just got here.

We could be home by midnight.

I'll make it worth your while,
gorgeous.

"Home" is where I leave my dirty socks.

You should've married your mother.

You got better tits.

C'mon I'm serious, darling.
- About marrying my mother?

Peter...
- Oh, sweetheart...

You really wanna just packup
and leave the first night. Come on.

Come here.
- Forget it. What?

What?

Sweetheart, this chicks gone off.

It couldn't have gone off.
- Oh yes, it has.

It's gone off very badly.

You must have left it out too long.
- No I didn't, that's impossible.

Well, come out and see for yourself.

You must have left it out.

I didn't leave it out.

What is it...
We gonna have to eat the steak.

I'm gonna have to defrost something else.
- Can we just go home?

Can we just go home?

What? Just because the chicks gone off...

And got mold on it?
- It's not about the fucking chicken.

That thing in the water could've
killed you, and this place is horrible.

I want to go home.
- What? It was just a.. probably just a dolphin.

It wasn't a dolphin.
- Then what was it then?

Carla, calm down.

Look at this. I mean...It's..
What is this? An eagle egg?

I wonder if you can eat eagle eggs?

I just got attacked by an eagle.

Eagles don't attack people.
- What are you laughing about?

Spear-guns don't go off
with the safety on either.

Don't you see what's going on?
- Oh honey you...

He was probably after the chicken.
Gosh hon, you can smell it from miles.

No, he was a 'she',
and she was after her fucking egg.

Sweetheart, you didn't even see it.
Okay.

Fuck off.

Why the fuck did you just do that?

It was just an egg, Peter.
It was just a fucking egg.

You didn't have to smash it.
- Why not?

Why are you so full of hate?
- I'm not full of hate.

Can't you see, what it's doing towards to you?

Where are you going?
- I'm leaving.

Come back here and deal with it.
- I'm leaving.

You're not going anywhere.
- You can enjoy the wildlife.

I'm going to a hotel.
- Carla, get your butt back here.

You're coming or not?

Fine.

Fuck. Uha.

Decided to stay?

What's wrong with it?

I switched it to the alternate battery,
to run the fridge.

Switch it back.
- You switch it back.

Fuck you.

Fuck me on that one, dip-shit?

What's wrong?
What happened?

We are leaving in the morning.

My head...

How's your hand?

Oh my hand...
Oh It's fine. It's my head.

I thought we might get an early start.
- Yeah, I see that.

Thought we might be able
to go home by Portsea.

Yeah right.
So the...

What? 250 kms out of the way.

There's no sense in wasting
the rest of the long weekend.

I'll start packing up the tent.
- No, I'll get that.

Okay, I'll do this table...
- No... No. Oh. Uh. Nice job .

You spilled sugar all over here down the table.
You see ants everywhere?

Okay, I'm sorry...
- I don't want your help.

Why don't you go for a
fucking walk or something. Okay.

Okay. I'll do the packing.

From now on.

I told you it wasn't a dolphin.

Yeah, it's a Dugong.
Uh. A sea cow.

Used to be thousands of
them up and down the coast...

Until they are killed off for their oil.

She was after her baby.

Well, that explain the
noise you have been hearing.

It is said that the pup sounds
like the human baby crying.

This place is horrible.

I wanna go and talk to those people
and see if they have seen Luke. What?

I'm saying...
Oh come on.

- I'm just saying...
It's pity to rush out.

That's all.

You got all day to relax.
We wanna do that. That's all.

You promised, Peter. You promised.
- Yeah. Now look, I'm not saying I wanna spend another night... You promised.

I'm not saying that I wanna spend another night.
- You promised.

- Fuck your promise.

I just want to drive down the beach and
talk to those people camped to the other end.

We will be out of here at the noon latest.
Won't take half an hour.

They've gone. They are not there anymore.
They left.

Not everybody is afraid of
Mother Nature, sweetheart.

Not everybody is afraid.
- Okay, let's go.

Come on.

Well, isn't this fun, love?

Our quality time together.

You wanted to drive down the beach
and we are driving down the beach.

You know, Carla, I feels if
you're feeding off me. You know.

I feel like everything that
comes near you now...

It gets a little closer to death.

I'm not sure how I'm scoring
on nature's little snap exam...

But I don't reckon the olderest
mother is too pleased with you.

Must be a female thing? Right?
Different chemicals.

You know, what the truth here is, I can
see the world with more clarity than you can.

Must be a male thing.
- God. You so cynic prick.

You're a self centered prick.
You drag me down here...

To this awful place and you stick your
head out of your 10,000 dollar tent...

Like you are a fucking turtle.

And you call this reality?
Is this reality, is it?

Reality is smoozing the right people...

And making a shit load of money.

And those are your own words. Damn you.
- All right, so let it out hon. Let it out.

That's what holidays are for.

Well, let me ask you this.

Is reality fucking Mark
in murdering the unborn?

You're unbelievable.
You're unbelievable.

You were so hot for Simone,
that you push Mark at me to get together.

And now you're bellowing like a gutshot pig,
because it's all gone to shit. Hasn't it?

It's all gone to shit.

So, if it wasn't murder,
why didn't you tell me?

Did you just assume that
I did agreed to destroy it?

Nothing was destroyed.

Nothing was destroyed.
- It was eating away you ever since it happened.

Oh. Fuck you.

Oh yeah, Fuck me. Fuck you. Fuck me!
Fuck you! Fuck you!

You said you couldn't handle of your baby.
- World's changing with us.

Me! I love kids.

I wanted a kid, a little son
that I could've take it surfing.

Oh my God, I despise you.
- What you are saying ..

Is some grotesque mistake?

You fucked, you panicked and you attacked...

Because you knew that baby was mine.

I can't handle this anymore, Peter.
I can't do this. I can't do this anymore.

We're gonna go down to the hint of the
beach and we're gonna find those people.

No, I'm talking about you and me, Peter.

This week is divorce,
next week it's new drapes.

A headache,
facial at Pepe's and so on.

How we relish the taste of the human flesh.

The new cannibals.

Estranged cannibals.

File for divorce on Monday.

You'll have to miss tennis in
doing it Tuesday, sweetheart.

It's a long weekend.

Hmph. So, where are they?

They were around here yesterday.

Well, they're not here now.
So, can we just go?

What you're doing?

Just going for the look.

You know Luke is not gonna be there.
- I won't be long.

Five minutes, Peter.

I'll give you five minutes, then
I'm leaving without you. I swear to god.

Hey! Anyone.. Anyone here?

Can't we go any faster?
- Not unless you want a broken axel.

What happend back there?

It looked like a murder or a suicide.

It's like it just happened.

Camp side looked like it had been abandoned for months.

Cricket? Cricket...

Did she come with us...

When we were down the beach?
- I don't know. Cricket...

When was the last time you saw her?
- I don't know.

Not since this morning.
- Oh, great.

She's your dog, Peter.
You're the one who let her come.

Fuck, just go down the beach. Do look for her.
I'll finish it here.

Then I'll come and help.
- That's the way we were never gonna leave here...

Before sunset. If we don't get back...
- The better if we do it quick.

What?
- It's still alive.

It's still alive.
- Oh, bullshit Carla, it's fucking dead.

Then how is it keep moving? Peter.
- I don't know. It's probably...

The tide that makes it look like it's moving.
- Bullshit.

- Are you insane.
Oh Carla, come on. Where is Cricket?

Cricket?
- Where is Cricket?

Fuck you, Peter.
- Carla, come on.

I'm going home.
- Where is the fucking dog?

I'm leaving.
I'm leaving! Shit.

I'm not going without her. I'm not going without her.
- Well. I'm just done with you here.

I'm not going without her.
You hear me. Carla.

We're not going without her.
- She's dead.

You fucking liar.

I found her in the bushes.

Where?

Where?
You're a fucking liar.

Deal with it.
- I buried her!

You're a fucking liar.

It will be dark soon.

Cricket. Get out of there.

Bitch.

She'll be back.

She'll be back.

Shake. You want.. I want...

She's gonna come back.

You know, she had...

She'll be back.

Just a stupid ass tree, Cricket.

Where did she go? Where is she?
Go get her.

Quick, girl.

Why? Why you go? Why you go?

Why?

Why? Why did you go?

Come on.

Oh shit.
What the hell?

It's this way. It's this way.

Come on. Come on. Come...

Peter.

You said you couldn't handle of your baby.

It's all gone to shit.

Fuck you! Fuck you!

Nothing is destroyed.
Nothing was destroyed.

I can't take this anymore.

Peter.

I'm leaving.

I want to go home.

Jesus. What the...
- Stop.

What the hell was that?