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Who killed Cock Robin?

Who killed Cock Robin?

I I, said the sparrow

With my little bow and arrow

It was I

It was I

Who saw him die?

Who saw him die?

I I, said the fly

I With my little eye

It was I

It was I

Kutyukutyu.

Is that where you're hiding?

HEY. hey, get out!

Out!

Fuck!

Ow!

Goon.

Out.

Get out!

Go home.

Suit yourself.

Oh, are you all right there?

Er...

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.

All right.

Like a bee to honey, boys.

Watch this,

I got something red and throbbing too.

You wanna look?

No.

Hey, dickhead.

Know what the Maori word for nuisance is?

Hoha.

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?

There you go.

It's not poisoned.

Thanks.

So, what did that, then?

A trap for an animal, I think.

You're not from round here.

LN'

looking for the man who drives this.

The blue truck in the background.

A lot of F1005 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 wanna survive here, you can't take shit like that anymore.

I wasn't.

Gotta be tough, ten times tougher than they are

and a hundred 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 unto it.

Yeah, OK.

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

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.

Mm.

HEW

How much did we make?

The bag?

It's in the usual spot.

In the usual spot!

Yeah, good one.

Are you taking your time getting here on purpose or what?

Mongrel.

Psst.

You're an American, aren't you?

Sing me something.

Like what?

Oh, I don't know.

You know, bloody Taylor Swift.

Beyoncé. That weird bloody Gaga chick.

They're all Yanks, aren't they?

- Yeah. - Well, you're a Yank, they Pre Yanks.

Everyone's a Yank. Go on, fucking sing me something.

Is this her?

Yup.

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

What, you wanna 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.

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?

When Johnny comes marching home again, hoorah, hoorah

We’ll give him a hearty welcome then, hoorah hoorah

Ida-Da, Da-Da, Da-Da-Da, Da-Da

Jr Da-Dada, Da-Da, Da-Da

Jr Da, Da, Ga, Da

Johnny comes marching home

Now?

Yeah.

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

So, did anyone pick up that dead r00 from up near the track.

Yeah, there's a fella just down the road. He goes and gets them 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.'

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 there was too much paperwork.

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

She can add stealing police property to your charge sheet.

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

'Where is it?'

- Are you gonna leave me standing... - Where's the file?

I lost it.

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

I'm 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. Somethings come up. I've got to go. I'll call you tomorrow.

Bye.

Every second that my dad wasn't at work he was trackside, 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, I loved getting PBs,

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

In 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 problem.

I don't know.

Maybe I was addicted.

Because I was pretty set to represent my country

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

How did you do your shoulder?

I fell down some stairs.

You were drunk.

I was drunk.

Housekeeping.

Must have been one hell of a fall.

Mum always said I never did things by halves.

Evening, Detective Sergeant,

and guest.

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.

She climbed out the bloody window like a monkey.

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

One, two...

Ah! You took her wallet and her passport?

- Yeah, of course. - Good.

Her car's a write-off. She'll probably just hide in the bushes.

We'll find her in the morning.

And... thanks for your cooperation.

Highly professional.

How much you say? 15 Gs?

- You ain't getting a brass razoo. - What's crawled up your arse?

Shut up. Now, get in the fucking car!

I should have left you there to teach you a lesson.

Oh, you're fucking on your fucking rags again, are you?

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

This is the biggest job I've ever done, and where were you?

Locked up in the drunk tank, having a singalong with a Yankee chick.

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

Huh? Is it in the house?

Have you forgotten, Kane?

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

Yeah, she's got balls, I tell you.

- Who are you talking about? - The Yankee chick.

- Yeah? Got balls, has she? - More balls than you.

- You know what I'm gonna do? - What, Ginge?

Keep your share until you've earned it.

Bullshit!

Who found it, eh? Who found the Chinese?

- Beardy, can you hear this shit? - Yeah, I'm hearing it.

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

Du you mind?

I am having a private conversation with my brother.

Sorry, man. Sorry.

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 fucking mug. - Hey, hey!

You all right for a beer, boys?

Who are you? You thieving little bitch!

Oi!

Some skinny blonde bitch has got your money!

- What did she say? - Coming, Mum!

- Mum! - Thief!

Catch that girl!

Come on!

The fucking money!

Pick it up!

Get her.

- Hey! - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What do you think you're doing in my yard, huh?

Get the fuck off my property.

All right.

- Now! - No worries.

- Get out of here! - Yeah, yeah.

Oh, Jesus.

Can you see what's wrong?

We should have got the Subaru.

And we should have gone to New Zealand.

I'm hungry. Are you hungry?

- Shh. Hear that? - I wish we had chocolate.

- Oh! - Thank God.

Hello.

Hello!

Oh, super!

- Hello? - Hello?

What the bloody hell are you sheilas doing out here?

- It's broken. - Yeah, it's networking.

We have a problem.

Ah,

Right. Righto, righto.

Turn it off.

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? You tooled up, are you?

- No. - Oh.

I'll tell you what.

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

So I can tow you 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 going? - Yeah, good. You?

Not bad,

- Ladies. - Hi,

How are you going? Engine trouble?

Seemingly we have a fuel blockage.

Ah, it's all right, fellas. I got it sorted.

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

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

Looks like it's your lucky day. We'll have that fuel line fixed in no time.

- Oh, great. - You wanna grab the tool box?

As I said, I got it sorted, yeah?

But we can fix it now.

Look, mate,

- I can see what you're doing here. - Is that right?

Saving the day, a 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 perve?

Yeah, well...

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

What the...

What the hell?

And this bloody dickhead, he must have left the handbrake off.

100,000 bucks' worth of bloody German engineering

has ended up in the river.

Had to pay to get it winched out.

Totally cactused, absolutely buggered.

What's your poison, boys?

Er, we're looking for someone, an American chick.

She's travelling alone.

Bit off the old beaten track out here, mate.

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

Many a month since we saw a sheila like that.

- What about you, Knackers? - Nah, seen no one, mate. No one.

Sorry, mate.

- 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

looking for a young sheila like that, eh?

Ah, just pulling your chain, cobber.

No, I haven't seen her.

She might have mentioned a truck, a blue F100?

She's looking for the driver.

Oh!

No, sorry.

Let's go.