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- My dad was a hero, a sporting hero, a war hero,

and the local cop.

He died young to save me.

I think about that a lot, about what he gave up for me.

It's been tough at times not having him or Mum around.

But I've learned that when your dad's a hero,

it's like he never died.

Everyone remembers him, speaks about him

like he's still around.

I've got a lot of work to do to fill his shoes,

to make him proud and maybe fill the hole that he left.

- There, there.

Left, right, left.

Left, left.

Tiny bubbles in my whiskey make me feel a little frisky.

Left, left.

Left, right, left.

You hear that?

Sounds like dinner to me, huh?

You stay.

Protect my rear.

I gotta go get this motherfucker.

Ooh.

Sweet.

All right.

I'm gonna get your number.

Ah!

- Hold there.

- Oh, thanks, Maddy.

- Let's bring that trophy home again this year, eh?

- Yeah, I'm on it.

- Was I speeding?

- Where are my eggs?

- Another shakedown.

Double yolkers, right?

- Yeah, I can't have breakfast without 'em.

- They're back home waiting for you.

You come around whenever you want.

- Thanks, Bob.

You're the best.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Schmitty.

- Maddy, Maddy, Maddy, I've seen it.

- You've seen what?

- I've seen a beast in the guise of a--

of a huge kangaroo!

A 7 foot tall big red.

I named him Rippy.

Maddy, you must listen to me.

- Schmitty, just can you get--

get that thing off the road or I'll impound it, OK?

- Maddy, Maddy, Maddy, I feel that we're all in mortal danger.

I shot the thing point blank, and it didn't die.

I think he got Ralphie.

- Ralphie?

- Yeah.

Just-- just-- can you just stay there?

- Wait, Maddy, wait!

Wait, wait, wait!

- I want you to tell me what you really think.

- Hey, look, everyone. He's got--

- Get out of my face, pinhead.

- Little man's lost his temper.

- Oh, here we go again.

- We're pushing now, are we? - Yeah.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- You like pushing?

- Hey, eh, eh, boys.

- Look what you done again.

- Little peanut.

- Yeah?

Well, you're a pirate who no one wants to root.

- Pull your head in, Parker.

- Had a few too many, boys?

- Sorry about this, Maddy.

- Sorry, sorry, boss, sorry.

- Well, do you want to root him?

Ugh.

- All right.

- Get him out of here!

- Ow, ow.

- Sit.

- Hey, thanks so much for that.

He's being a real dick.

Ah.

- I'm gonna need a torch.

- With pleasure.

- All right.

- All right, get up.

Get up.

- She kicked your ass, bro.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- All right, you can sleep it off in your car,

or you can walk, but you're not driving anywhere.

- No, no. What?

- Come on. We're sorry.

- We will not have any more trouble.

- He farts in his sleep.

- Hey.

We'll walk home then, huh?

- Far out.

- Bye.

- This is bullshit.

- Schmitty was here.

- When?

- Just before.

He said Ralphie ran off and something about a giant roo.

Sorry.

I didn't want to upset ya.

- It's OK.

I reckon the divorce is longer than the marriage by now,

anyway.

- Hey, that cop, bro, she was tough.

- She overreacted, bro.

- Well, we were pretty wasted.

- In a pub.

That's where you get wasted.

- I can't believe you actually asked her if she'd root

me.

And I don't remember hearing her response.

Did you?

- I forgot to tell you. - What?

- She slipped her number in my pocket,

asked me to give it to you.

- Eh?

- Yeah, it's right here.

It's right here.

Here it is.

As if, bro.

- Screw you, bro. - Hang on.

I gotta take a piss.

Ah.

What are you doing?

- You hear that?

- My piss?

- All right.

- Nothing.

There's nothing.

It's starting to creep me out, bro.

- What is that?

- Ah, it's just--

- Hey, you don't have to be here.

- Dave called.

Thought I could help.

- Hey, Maddy.

- Hey.

- It's Tim.

- Oh, my god.

- Yeah.

And the other one, Ricky's over there.

Looks exactly the same.

- So you found them what time?

- Well, when they didn't come back last night,

I decided to come out looking for 'em.

I thought I'd find them sleeping under a tree but--

- What time?

- 6 o'clock.

- So this could have happened anytime?

- Anytime overnight.

- OK.

Have you ever seen anything like this?

- Maybe it's a croc or a pack of dingoes.

- Whatever did this bloody strong.

Dragged both these men around like rag dolls,

tore them apart like nothing. - Yeah, it can't be a croc.

We're too far from any water.

And dingoes haven't been seen around here for decades.

- So what are you thinking?

- Well, maybe it was a hit and run.

- Car don't do that.

- Yeah, but scavengers might after they were dead.

I don't know.

Maybe dingoes are back.

All right, we've got to get these into cold store.

- Well, let's get an ambulance or a coroner

out here to pick them up.

- They're not sending an air ambulance

for two dead bodies, darling.

And the coroner's unit are all tied up with the fires up north.

- Oh, no.

- Schmitty.

- Deb.

I tried to tell you.

- Tell her?

Tell her what?

- Undead roo on the loose.

It cannot be killed.

- Like it refuses?

- Yeah.

- People have died here, Schmidt.

Have some respect.

- Schmitty, how did you turn up here of all times?

- I was looking for Ralphie.

Oh, jeez.

Look.

Oh.

Look at these tracks.

Look at how big they are.

- Yeah, there's-- there's lots of tracks.

Schmitty, can you just go and find Ralphie?

We have work to do here.

- All right.

It's a zombie.

- Sorry about the dust.

Oh, there's gonna be a bit of a smell.

- Oh.

- Look, I've done the best I can,

but this is really not my cup of tea.

- Just do your best.

- OK.

Oh.

- Are you OK?

- Not really.

This is massive trauma.

It looks like a stab, a slash, a rip.

But here, here is a bite wound.

And this, this looks like it's been torn off.

- Ugh.

Was it a weapon of some sort?

- That's not really my area of expertise.

I can't see any sign of a knife or an ax.

There's no evidence of blunt force trauma, either.

These-- these bodies look like they've

been ripped apart by something.

- There's no way someone from town has done this.

It's got to be someone else, maybe one of the fly

in, fly out miners.

- Or Jack the Ripper.

- Hi, yeah.

- Hey, Maddy, I ran that list for you, and I got something.

You want me to fax the details or--

- Yes.

No, just send his name and mugshot to my phone, please.

And can you read out the list of priors to me?

- Five counts of drunk and disorderly,

three counts of disturbing the peace.

- Yeah.

- One count of aggravated assault and one count

of manslaughter 2.

Dave, can you get one of your new workers

to meet me at your office?

His name is Reuben Williams.

He's got a violent rap sheet, including

a prior for manslaughter.

He looks like our guy.

And if he doesn't have an alibi, I've got to take him in.

- All right, Mads, I'll get him to the office.

- She's here.

Reuben Williams?

- Yeah.

- Where were you last night, Reuben?

- I want my lawyer.

- How you want to do this?

I hope you have a good lawyer.

- I heard it was a miner.

- Ah, yes, yes, he's locked up now.

- So that's it, then?

- That's it.

- Wait, so I can go for a run?

- Get that trophy, remember?

- Your dad would be so proud of you, my love.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I hope so.

- Dinner's up.

- Come on.

Come on, Dad, it's not that cold.

Dad?

- Hang on, hang on.

- Dad!

- Yep?

Hello, Maddy speaking.

- We can't find Troy.

- Troy?

- He didn't come home for dinner.

He always comes home in time.

- He went out where?

- On his run.

Something has happened.

- OK, just stay calm.

Stay calm. We'll find him.

I'll be right there.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

It's OK. - No!

No!

No!

I can't look at him like this again.

You said he was safe, Maddy!

- Sweetheart, this is not your fault.

- I don't understand who's--

- You can't have known.

- He was gutted like a fish.

He looked just like the others.

- So what's going on?

- Maybe-- maybe Schmitty knows something.

It's-- it's worth checking, right?

- Maddy, Maddy, Maddy, Maddy.

- I told her we'd all be safe.

- I think it's worth putting together

a hunting party for an actual animal that actually exists.

I'll talk to Dave.

Those miners, they're all mates.

They love hunting.

They'll all help.

Schmitty's words, they're not to be trusted.

- Why?

- He's broken, love.

He's damaged inside his mind.

He was a bit odd when we met.

I thought it was the war, not that he ever

talked to me about that.

It was when your dad died.

- Donna, there was--

- It's a level of broken that's hard to get a handle on.

- There were tracks.

There were tracks all around Troy.

- What tracks?

- Roo tracks.

Maddy?

Darling, how are ya?

If you called before you came over, I would have--

I would have cleaned the place up a bit.

You don't have a phone.

Yeah.

Well, they don't-- they don't work out here.

- Is there still no sign of Ralphie?

- More people have died?

- Yeah, Troy Kitchener.

- Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

The weight of the uniform.

It's time for you to see it.

Making decisions for people and about people

without having all the information, it's really tough.

But when I look at you, I see wisdom, strength, and courage

you don't even know you have.

I believe you can do anything you set your mind to.

- Schmitty.

Thank you, but I--

I just don't think you're really seeing things clearly.

- Well, you have the benefit of not knowing what I know.

- What?

What do you know?

- I met your father in the jungles of Southeast Asia.

- Yeah, yeah, I know that.

- But what you don't know is that our friendship

was forged when I shared vision of the beasts of which I speak.

- What did you see?

- Evil.

- OK, I was thinking more of an animal, maybe.

- It takes all forms.

In Vietnam, it was everywhere.

June 30, 1971, we were overrun.

Men struggled to tell each other in the mud, in the moonlight.

We used bullets, knives, rocks.

The beast was in us.

And when our commanding officer ordered a napalm strike

on our own position, we saw it embodied in its terrible glory.

- What happened?

- Instead of the sound of aircraft,

we heard the roar of a beast.

When we looked up, there was no jet fighter.

But we saw a dragon fly out of a black cloud and spew

fire on everything around it.

Hell itself opened up and swallowed men alive.

We hid in the bottom of our hole,

wanting to scratch our eyes from our faces for the horror

that we had looked upon.

- Dad never spoke about anything that happened over there.

- You were a child.

And to talk about it is to relive it.

What we choose to do about this, it's how we find peace.

- Well, this-- this beast that you saw, can you track it?

- I can track anything that moves.

- All right, well, there's a hunting party leaving town

at dawn.

Will you come with me?

- Yeah.

- Crazy.

This is crazy.

- Matilda?

It'll change you when you see it.

Decide who you want to become.

- Just-- just make sure you're wearing pants tomorrow.

OK?

- All right, how we looking?

- Good.

All set.

- Front and center.

- Nice shorts.

- Well, with long pants, I chafe.

And the bikini.

- Oh, Schmitty, just put it in the back.

- Maddy.

- You don't have to go out there, you know?

We have enough people.

- No, those boys are important to me.

It's not about have to.

I wanna.

- How about you head over to near where Troy was killed,

and we'll head back down to the main road

and then meet up over near the camping ground?

- That's gonna take all day.

I better get cracking.

See ya.

- Bye.

- Righto, let's get going.

Maddy.

- It's a police operation, Donna.

My call.

- Fine.

But I get the front seat.

- Your throne awaits you.

- Dave, we'll head west towards the mine road

and catch up later, OK?

- Copy that.

We're headed over towards the Kitchener farm.

- Copy that.

Stay safe.

I hope Dave's posse is having more luck than we had.

- Can't be doing any worse.

I bet they're all still awake.

- Just resting me lids.

- You've been snoring for an hour.

You know, I haven't missed that.

- So there are some things that you did miss?

- It's gonna be dark soon, so let's check out here

and then we'll head back towards Dave and the others.

- It's been a while.

- It's like riding a bicycle.

We're actually really close to where your father died.

- Schmitty!

So this is the edge of the mine's land.

- What?

What?

What is it?

- What?

What is it?

- Wait.

- Matilda!

- Mads, there's something out here.

- Yeah, there's something here, too.

- Let's get out.

Come on.

- Oh, shit.

- Fuck me.

- What did that?

- I don't think you were the first one to kill this.

- No, this thing has been dead for a while.

It was moving.

I shot it in a drop.

- What the fuck?

- Hey, guys, keep the noise down.

Turn your lights out.

- What's wrong, Dave?

Do you see something?

- You see another dead cow we can shoot?

- I'm worried about what can see us.

Hey, be quiet.

Spread out.

Head back up in that direction, and then double back here

to the Yurt, OK?

And if you hear anything or see anything, call out,

and we'll come running.

- If I see anything, I'm shooting it.

- I'm killing whatever it is.

I'm not wasting time telling you guys where.

- You couldn't even kill a dead bull laying in the grass.

Come on.

- This water, it has the smell of the beast.

- I reckon it's runoff from the mine.

This billabong should be glowing.

- I never trusted the chemicals they used over there.

- Come on, you piece of shit.

- Mecca!

- Faster, faster, faster!

- Jenny!

Jenny!

- Dave!

Dave!

- What now?

- It's Dave.

Holy shit.

- Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

- Dave.

- Please, please.

- Stay with us. Stay with us.

- It's gonna be OK.

We're gonna take you home, OK? - Stay with us.

It's - Gonna be OK.

We're gonna take you home. - It's all right.

It's OK.

- Dave, please.

You're safe. You're safe.

It's OK.

- Dave, please, can you listen to me?

Listen to me.

We'll take you home, Dave, please.

We have to do something.

We have to do something!

- Sweetheart, he's gone.

- He's not.

Come on.

Come on!

Come on.

He's not. He's not gone.

Come on, please.

- Come on, Dad.

It's not that cold.

Dad.

Dad!

- Hang on, hon.

Hang on, hang on!

Maddy, where are you, love?

- Maddy.

- The miners and Troy and--

and Dave.

- This is not your fault.

- And Dad.

It's like they're all just dying because of me.

- That's not true, sweetheart.

- It is.

- Tell her.

Tell her.

- I don't--

- Tell me what?

- You had nothing to do with your father's death.

- Schmidt.

- He-- he died because of me.

- Bullshit.

- Schmidt.

- It's because he was drunk.

- No.

What?

- He was staggering around out there.

He fell down.

- No.

- He hit his head, and he bled out.

That's what happened. - No, that's not what happened.

He-- no, I remember.

He cried out for me.

I remember that, Schmitty.

He saved me.

- Think about it, Maddy.

You were a incredible swimmer from the time

you were knee high.

The whole story doesn't even make sense.

Try to remember.

Try to remember about that time.

- Come on, Dad.

It's not that cold.

- Maddy?

Maddy, where are you, love?

- Maddy?

Darling.

- And that the--

the whole town just believed that?

- The whole town wanted to believe your father was a hero.

Star athlete, Vietnam vet.

Everybody loved hanging out with him, drinking at the pub.

Sometimes it's easier to believe a lie

than to face an ugly truth.

- Donna?

- Is that how you wanted to remember him?

Is it, Maddy?

- Don't move.

I don't think he knows we're here.

- Let's get the fuck out of here.

- No.

Suck it out.

Suck it out.

- Move!

- Drive, Maddy, drive!

- Get us out of here!

Get us out of here!

- Did I kill it?

Did I kill it?

- You must have, Maddy.

- Shit.

- How is that thing still alive?

- Yeah, he won't be for long.

Come here, boy.

Fuck.

- Are you sure you want to do this?

- Fuck.

Shit.

- Maddy.

- Maddy?

- Oh, shit.

- Oh, fuck.

- Ow.

- Fuck.

For fuck's sake!

Shit.

- I'm gonna check the perimeter.

- You lied to me.

- I know I should have told you.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- Hey.

- I'm so sorry.

- It's OK.

- No sign of him.

- I don't know what's going on.

But I shot it, and it didn't die.

- Indeed.

- We have to warn everyone.

- Oh, I guess we're walking.

Follow me.

We've lost him for a while, I think.

It's not far now.

- So is that piece of crap car gonna work?

Where are the keys?

- Yeah, I got the keys.

But that's-- that's not the problem.

- What's the problem?

- The battery died on the way back from town.

- Sorry, so it's not in the van?

- No, it's on a--

it's on the charger, which is out there.

- All right, well, does this thing still work?

- Yeah, that works.

- Yeah, all right, because I think we need to head into town.

We need to warn people. We need backup.

- I gotta go fire up the generator.

- No, I'll--

I'll go.

You call it in as soon as that thing sparks up, all right?

Is the genny still in the same ditch?

Be ready to go.

- We'll be ready.

- Do you still think about him?

- Every day.

I think about you every day, too.

It's been a while since we had a chance to--

to talk.

- We had the chance for about 20 years, Schmitt.

You weren't the one for much talking.

- Some things, they're just hard to talk about.

- I know.

Easier to take off, hang gliding, fire fighting,

all that hero stuff, while I run the pub.

- It wasn't about--

- It was the rush, wasn't it?

The adrenaline?

There was a big part of you that was still in the war.

We both paid the price for that.

- Guilty.

- I know the war did terrible things to you and Murray.

But it did terrible things to you and me.

Why couldn't you just talk to me, Schmitty?

I would have listened.

I lost my brother, and then I lost you.

- Losing you was the worst thing that ever happened to me.

- You never told me that.

- You deserve better than this, this Schmitty.

Hmm?

What?

What?

- That smile.

- Like me a little bit?

Might like me a little bit?

- A little bit.

- Ralphie!

Come here, buddy.

Oh, hello.

- Yes!

- Good girl.

Mads.

Farinet Hotel, come in, please.

Farinet Hotel, come in, please.

- Ralph! Ralph!

Come on.

Oh, my goodness.

What a good boy.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, there's my boy.

That's my boy.

You found him.

- He found me.

There you go.

- I'll get the battery.

- I'll get Donna.

Yes, yes.

OK. Oh, you're a good boy.

Come on.

- Copy that.

All available units are being turned to Ax Head.

Over.

- Thank you.

Ralphie.

Good boy.

The hotel isn't answering.

- I think we better get over there.

- Shit.

Here.

- Go, go, go!

- A group of us went out to destroy whatever animal

killed Troy Kitchener.

It's a fucking massive roo.

We're the only ones left.

- Where's Dave?

- He's dead.

They're all dead.

- It is here!

It is here!

- Come on.

Maddy, come on.

Come on.

- We need to lock-- we need to lock every door and window.

We need to barricade that front door.

And our only chance is to keep it out.

Go. - Barricade that door.

Lock everything top to bottom, you guys.

- That way.

- Come on.

One more, one more.

- Got it.

Come this way.

- Where is he?

Where's he gone?

I can't see him.

Where is he?

- I'm not sure.

But he knows we're in here.

- They're coming.

They're coming.

- How many cows are coming?

- There's only one car.

- Shit, shit, shit, shit.

He doesn't know why he came.

Stan!

Stan!

- Stan!

- Stan, get back in your car!

Stan!

Stan!

- Maddy?

- Stan, get back in the car!

- Stan, get back in the car!

- G'day, skip.

- Fuck me.

- Maddy, we got to get these people to safety.

- We've got to get out of here.

- OK, everyone, listen up.

Donna, is there room in the cellar?

- Follow me!

- You'll be safe.

Don't worry.

All right, all right. You'll be safe.

Careful.

- Get in, get in.

- I've been thinking about Dad.

- Maddy.

- Just everything I've been doing since then, everything.

- Maddy, we've gotta get out of here.

- Yeah, but we have to do something.

- They are safe in the cellar.

We can go out and get help.

- I can't do that.

- Maddy, I was--

I was wrong to lie about Murray.

But you keep wanting to pay a debt that you don't owe.

- Stay as hidden as you can.

Go.

Hey, go, go.

- They're safe for now.

- I have a plan.

- So what's your plan?

- I'm gonna blow the fuck his brains out.

- Maddy, we got to save those people down there.

- Sweetheart, no, no.

Sweetheart, no, it's not worth it.

Don't do it, sweetheart.

No.

Don't leave.

Please, please.

- Don't you touch my girl, you big red bastard!

- Maddy!

- Oh, my god.

Hey.

My dad wasn't perfect, but I know that he loved me.

Maybe I can take that and be OK with it,

to choose to let go of the hero I lost

and hold on to the family I found.

- What the hell?

Ah!

- Hey, boss!