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METAL JINGLES
Those must be the trees along the creek
so we're on the right track, we just...
Think we just keep heading north. - Got it.
How much?
On reserve, but enough to get us to Mick's.
How's Oskar? Is he still following us?
Yeah, a little way back.
CAR ENGINE RUMBLES
SUSPENSE MUSIC
CAR CLATTERS
Jesus! Shit!
Christ!
Fuckin' tire!
METAL CLANGS
There's blood in here.
Could be from anything.
I don't think he cut himself shaving.
Shouldn't be too much further now, should it?
No, I think we're almost there.
MICK GRUNTS
MICK GRUNTS
METAL CLINKS ON GROUND
I guess this is home. - Yeah.
REBECCA: Wait, where's Oskar?
Must have dropped behind a bit.
CAR BRAKES SQUEAK
I don't think that tool shed would've held him for long
It'll take him hours to get here on foot. - Yeah, we might need all of that.
Are you ready? - One shot left, yeah?
Yeah, I won't waste it. Let's go.
Come on!
METAL SCREW TWISTS
NINA GASPS WITH RELIEF
Hey, are you going to stop that thing?
No. Won't be able to restart it.
He has to live on his own, right? There can't be anyone else around.
I doubt it.
Danny? Danny, I'm here! - Jesus!
What? - I'm not certain.
NINA SHARPLY INHALES
MICK CLEARS HIS THROAT
MICK GRUNTS
MICK: Come on, you bastard.
[NINA BREATHES SHALLOW BREATHS]
NINA GASPS
ENGINE STARTS
THEME MUSIC: Acoustic cover of "Down Under"
SUSPENSE MUSIC
First things first, we've got to find some petrol.
Was hoping there might be a tank out here somewhere.
Rebecca!
CHAINS CLINK
What's in here? - I don't know, it's just stuff.
Any petrol?
I don't know.
SHED CREAKS IN WIND
Oh, my God.
BRIAN: Here's something.
Empty.
Fucking useless.
Come on, let's keep looking.
BRIAN: Rebecca?
Look!
Look!
It's Danny's, so he's definitely here.
Look at this.
Danny!
Danny!
SUSPENSE MUSIC
BRIAN: Rebecca! Take that!
Here.
METAL SLAMS
Thank Christ, we've got it.
Fucking arsehole.
Here. Here. Get the lock off.
But we have to go back for the jerry cans.
You get it. Danny! - Don't take the torch away!
Wait, wait, shut up!
DISTANT METAL CLANGS
Jesus, don't you go in there.
Are you kidding?
It's Danny.
Rebecca. Rebecca, wait! Just wait until I've got another torch!
Fuck.
Fuck it!
REBECCA BREATHES DEEPLY
CAR ENGINE RUMBLES
DISTANT METAL CLANGS
WIND BLOWS
SUSPENSE MUSIC
REBECCA GAGS
METAL CREAKS
FLIES BUZZ AROUND
BRIAN: Torch! Torch! Torch!
Danny?
Danny!
GUSTY NOISES APPROACH
Danny!
Danny!
CAR APPROACHES
CAR BRAKES SQUEAK
Ah, they've left my fuckin' truck running!
What are they tryin' to do? Cook the fuckin' engine?
Fuckin' boofheads.
ENGINE STOPS RUNNING
DISTANT CLANGING NOISE
Don't you go crawlin' around or I'll come back and kill ya.
NINA BREATHES DEEPLY
SLOW FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
DOOR LOCKS SHUT
MICK: Come on, get out. Get out!
NINA: No!
LL.
MICK: Fuck's sake.
Quit bloody yelping, for God's sake.
NINA SCREAMS
Go on, get in there!
Get in there! - No!
OBJECTS CLATTER
Danny?
Hello?
Hello?
Danny?
Danny!
NINA: No!
Go on, get in there! Get in there!
NINA GROANS
NINA COUGHS
MICK: Can you see anyone?
MICK GROANS
NINA MOANS IN PAIN
Which way d'you think they went?
Oh! Rightey-oh.
DOG BARKS
Oh shit! Fuck!
Fuck!
DISTANT DOG BARKS
DOOR SHUTS FIRMLY
SUSPENSE MUSIC
DISTANT CLANGING
NINA SCREAMS IN PAIN
NINA CONTINUES SCREAMING
DISTANT WIND HOWLS
Oh, Jesus!
Where is he? - He thought you were down there.
That's Rebecca. - Oh, God!
You have to go after her! - Like fuck I do!
NINA: What about me?
What about you?
ยฃ5111!
CREAKING ECHO
Brian, is that you?
Brian?
REBECCA BREATHES DEEPLY
REBECCA GROANS
REBECCA GASPS IN PAIN
REBECCA CONTINUES GROANING
MICK: That you, Winxy'?
MICK: Be careful where you're steppin', girly!
Shit.
FOOT CRUNCHES
REBECCA PANTS HEAVILY
REBECCA GROANS LOUDLY
Fuck!
NINA PANTS HEAVILY
DOG BARKS
Hello, 'ello, 'ello.
G'day, fella!
So, mate, did you enjoy the Italian food, eh?
REBECCA PANTS HEAVILY
Shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
DANNY: Rebecca!
I'm coming! I'm coming!
Come on!
SCRATCHING NOISE
BRIAN GAGS ON PETROL HOSE
Fuck.
You are really just going to leave me and Rebecca here?
Yep.
You fucking bastard!
Survival of the fittest, Nina! It's called evolution.
DOG BARKS
DOG BARKS
Oh, you stupid fucking thing!
Fuck.
ยฃ5111!
DOG GROWLS
DOG BARKS
MICK: Stay.
Stay. Stay.
Now go and get him! Get away back up there!
CHAIN FALLS
REBECCA GROANS
Christ!
Please, Brian, you have to take me!
Shut up. - Take me with you, please!
I said shut the fuck up! Shut up! - Please!
Danny!
DOG BARKS
DOG GROWLS
DOG BARKS
Danny?
DANNY: Rebecca?
Oh, my God.
DANNY: Who are you with?
The police?
Uh...
No.
No, it's ju...
What?
It's just me and Brian and...
he's coming.
No! No, no, no!
Bec, listen. I can't move too good.
DANNY GROANS
We found gas.
Brian's gonna get us out of here.
It's alright. It's OK.
It's OK.
Is that thing loaded?
Yeah, one shot left.
I'm gonna fuckin' kill him with it.
That's the plan.
Oh! Thank you! Thank you. Thank you.
Where's Michelle? - I'm sorry.
Hey.
Hey, you wanna get this motherfucker?
What do you fuckin' think?
SUSPENSE MUSIC BUILDS
DOG BARKS
Is there another way out of this shithole?
I've never seen one. He always comes and goes from there.
Brian, please!
Sorry. - Please!
Hello, Brian. Where are you off to?
Give me one reason why I shouldn't drop ya.
You know, we've got more in common than you think...
you and me.
Well, you are in cluster B.
You have all the classic symptoms of anti-social personality disorder.
Callous disregard for the feelings of others.
Extreme violence.
Total lack of guilt.
I bet you've also got a long history of physical and emotional abuse.
Probably at the hands of your father.
Am I warm?
And as a child, you would've dreamt so much of standing up to him.
Then when some poor, hapless camper stumbled in here, weโ
you just lashed out.
Right?
Boy, did it feel good.
Having all that power.
Watching the life drain out of him.
You finished, boy?
If you want to make sure that copper knows where to come and find you
one of us has to make it out of here alive.
Makes sense.
Problem is, though
all these guys will keep...
coming back to help each other.
If you let me go, I'm out of here.
I'll get what I want, you'll get what you want
Deal?
DOG BARKS
You don't give a rat's arse about any of 'em, do ya?
Couldn't care less.
Drown 'em all in burning oil, as far as I'm concerned.
GUN SAFETY CLIP CLICKS
DOG GROWLS - GUNSHOT
Oh, Jesus.
They killed the bloody mutt!
Oh, fuck it.
Alright, psycho.
You've got a deal. Fuck off.
And don't you take my fuckin' truck again, ya got that?
Hey? - Yes.
Yes.
Mm? - I understand.
Well go on, get.
MICK SIGHS
Be back in a minute lookin' for these.
MICK SNIGGERS
That made a shit ton of noise. - Well I didn't mean to kill it.
You didn't have a choice.
Can we forget the fucking dog?
He's coming for us and we have no bullets left.
Well, do you have any ideas?
HEAVY BREATHING
DANNY GROANS
REBECCA: Hey, hey.
I'm too slow. Just leave me.
After everything we've been through?
Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come on.
You go.
There's no point three of us getting caught, so you get out.
No.
We'll follow as fast as we can.
Take this.
There might be more shells up there somewhere.
Go.
I'll meet you at the top.
Just you and me. Hey.
Come on.
Come on.
KELLY PANTS HEAVILY
MICK: Bastards.
Fuck!
COCKS GUN
DANNY GROANS
Come on.
We're nearly there.
MICK: G'day, girls!
Come on.
That's it, keep moving.
Take your time. You'll be right.
Where's Mick? I need the keys.
Where's Mick?
I have them.
Where?
Help me out.
Keys first. - Nein!
Give me the keys! - Brian!
Don't let me die here!
Stop being such a stubborn bitch!
NINA SCREAMS
If that snake was venomous and I take this off
you will die in agony.
Give me the keys!
Fuck you!
Ow!
NINA GASPS IN PAIN
NINA GULPS FOR AIR
Nina!
Nina? Nina?
Nina?
DANNY GROANS
MICK: What's all this about, then?
Oh, I see you found the keys, Brian.
Keys?
To Spence's truck.
Gotta go.
Hey! Not you.
Just him.
REBECCA: What?
He's leaving without us.
And he just fucking killed Nina. - We did a deal.
What?
You could've done the same, Rebecca.
Oh, hey. Hey, you can't be serious.
Wake up. You're all just bait
This is all about the cop in the newspaper clippings.
He's got a score to settle.
No, what are you doing? - It's called hanging you out to dry.
He's as mad as a cut snake.
Played 'em like a piano.
Didn't you, Brian?
Jesus.
I figured you learned all that fancy talk from inside a cell.
I can pick a killer when I smell one, mate.
And you stink, boyo.
I suppose you could say I just lashed out, too.
My father deserved everything I did to him.
And I enjoyed it.
The power of it.
The pathetic look in his eyes.
Almost as if he couldn't believe what was happening to him.
There really is nothing like taking another human life, is there?
I told you we had a lot in common.
Oh yeah, mate.
Like lookin' in a mirror.
You're not a psychiatrist, you're a fucking inmate.
REBECCA: Hey, fucking look at me.
What... was everything you said to me a lie?
Huh?
Not everything.
Oh, OK.
I do like you, Rebecca.
But it seems in this game there can only be one winner.
And the winner is me.
Goodbye.
Fuck you, you fucking coward!
COCKS GUNS
MICK GRUNTS
You're wrong.
You're the loser.
And I'm the winner.
GUNSHOT
It's a beautiful thing.
What is it all about, huh? Are we just bait?
Huh? Fucking tell me, huh?
What the fuck is this all about? Come on! Why?
Well I could tell ya, but I'd have to kill ya.
OK, go...
'Cos I intend to have you around for a while.
Hey, beautiful? - Fucking touch me!
Hey?
You fucking...
MICK SLAMS INTO METAL GATE
REBECCA: You fucking coward!
Fucking pussy!
Run, Kel, run!
Come here, huh?
You mindless, sick fuck.
Well, I'm gonna take Kelly for a little walk.
And I'm gonna have you for afternoon tea.
You're gonna be around for a long...
long time.
Welcome home.
MICK SPITS
DANNY WHEEZES
REBECCA: Shit.
MICK SNIGGERS
Danny, we can still get this son of a bitch.
Do it.
Do it.
We're gonna be OK, aren't we?
Definitely.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Comin' to get you, butch!
You get that fucker.
Do it!
LOUD BANG
KELLY CRIES IN PANIC
Fuck!
LOUD BANG
LOUD BANG
LOUD BANG
LOUD BANG
LOUD BANG
LOUD BANG
LOUD BANGS
FLY BUZZES
SUSPENSE MUSIC
KELLY GENTLY SOBS
CAR DOOR CLOSES
If you keep walkin' that way
it's about 500 k to the nearest town.
But within a day, your kidneys'll pack it up
the dingoes and the eagles, they'll start circling.
FLY BUZZES
And when you're too worn out to bat 'em off
they'll just eat you alive.
Pick your bones clean.
I love a sunburnt country.
ENGINE IGNITES
NEWSREADER: It's a mystery
that's caught the imagination of the world.
A busload of tourists has vanished in the Australian outback.
Travellers from Germany, Canada, the UK and the US
are among those missing.
The tour was supposed to arrive in Alice Springs yesterday
but despite everyone having mobiles, and the driver carrying a satellite phone
nothing has been heard from anyone
since one of the tourists, Wade Chedi
posted on his travel blog last Saturday morning.
State police have formed a special search and rescue task force
to solve the mystery, which is feared linked to a string of disappearances
over the last 20 years.
If anyone has any information that may help the investigation
please contact Task Force Atlas on 1-800-435-777.
Again? - Yeah, why not?
MICK CHUCKLES
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