Wolf Creek (2016) s01e02 Episode Script
Kutyukutyu
1 (DARK MUSIC) SONG: Who killed cock robin? Who killed cock robin? 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, said the fly With my little eye It was I It was I.
(DARK MUSIC) Kutyukutyu.
Is that where you're hiding? (PANTS AND WHINES) (SNORTS) Hey, hey! Get out! Out! (THWACK!) Fuck! (GRUNTS) (BIRDS SCREECH) Oh.
(GROANS) Go on.
Out.
Get out! (SIGHS) Go home.
(SNIFFS) Suit yourself.
(DOOR CLOSES) (COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYS) Oh, are you right there? Yeah.
Yeah.
It's just a scratch.
Where can I wash? Oh, the bathroom's blocked, so you'll have to use the trough.
(CASH REGISTER CLACKS) CASHIER: 41.
80, thanks.
Um I don't need this.
- Yeah.
I don't need this.
- OK.
(CASH REGISTER PINGS AND CLACKS) A bee to honey, boys.
(TENSE MUSIC) (TAP HANDLE SQUEAKS) (WATER RUNS) (CLANG!) I got something red and throbbin' too.
You wanna look? No.
(TAP HANDLE SQUEAKS) (GROANS) WOMAN: Hey, dickhead.
(COCKS GUN) Know what the Maori word for 'nuisance' is? Hoha.
And that's what you're being, bro.
A real hoha.
Boo! (LAUGHS) You want a coffee? EVE: I wasn't scared of him.
- (WOMAN CHUCKLES) - You know? WOMAN: Come on.
(BIRDS TWEET) WOMAN: What more could a lady want than a rig that hauls 22 tonnes of fuel one minute, boils a jug the next? Go ahead.
It's not poisoned.
Thanks.
So, what did that, then? Trap for an animal, I think.
You're not from round here.
I'm looking for the man who drives this.
The blue truck in the background.
WOMAN: Lot of F100s 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? (CLEARS THROAT) 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 want to survive around here, you can't take shit like that anymore.
I wasn't.
Gotta be tough.
10 times tougher than they are and 100 times tougher than you feel.
Kia kaha.
Be strong.
(SIGHS) Thank you.
(DOG BARKS) (ENGINE STARTS) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (INAUDIBLE) - (TYRES SCREECH) - (CRASH!) (DOG BARKS) Hop out.
Come on.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
(DEVICE BEEPS) I'm really sorry about your car.
I think it's just my brakes need a service.
- Huh! - I'll get onto it.
Yeah.
OK.
You know the car's unroadworthy, don't ya? Can I just pay the fine? (SNIFFS) Whose is this? EVE: 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.
EVE: Hey, I had a dog.
(DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) 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.
(OTHER PRISONER DEEPLY INHALES AND EXHALES REPEATEDLY) I'm looking for someone around here.
Drives a blue F100.
Mmm.
(SNORES) (INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY) (BIRD CAWS) (GUNSHOT) (FLIES BUZZ) (SQUELCHING NOISES) (GRUNTS) (VEHICLE APPROACHES) (TENSE MUSIC) (SNIFFS) (SNORES) (BUZZING) (BUZZING CONTINUES) - (BEEP) - Hey.
How much we make? For the bag? It's in the usual spot.
In the usual spot! Yeah, good one.
You taking your time getting here on purpose or what? - (DOG BARKS OUTSIDE) - Mongrel.
Psst! (CLICKS) You're an American, aren't ya? (LAUGHS) Sing me something.
Like what? Oh, I don't know.
You know, bloody Taylor Swift, Beyonce.
That weird bloody Gaga chick.
They're all Yanks, aren't they? Yeah.
Yeah.
Well, you're a Yank.
They're Yanks.
You're a bloody Yank.
Everyone's a Yank.
Come on, fuckin' sing me something.
(DOOR OPENS) This her? Yep.
I'm gonna need you to release her into my custody.
What, you want to 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, don't ya? You want to take her across the border? Get the paperwork.
(SIGHS) (DOOR CLOSES) (GASPS) (DOG BARKS OUTSIDE) You reckon I'd fit? (LAUGHS) Yeah, maybe.
You reckon you'll reach? Yeah.
I could do it.
Um With a leg-up? Oh.
How about that song? (SINGS) When Johnny comes marching home again Hoorah, hoorah We'll give him a hearty welcome then Hoorah, hoorah Duh-duh duh-duh-duh-duh da da Na-na-Na Na-na-na Na-na-na Na Na-na Da da da da Johnny comes marching home.
Yeah.
(LAUGHS) - Now? - Hmm.
Yeah.
(SNORING) I'm gonna think of a couple more things for you to do first.
(SNORING) (GROANS) - What? - (EVE GRUNTS) (GROANS) (WINDOW OPENS) (GROANS) WOMAN: So did anyone pick up that dead roo from up the road? MAN: Yeah, there's a fella who's down the road.
He goes and gets it every day, so (CONVERSATION CONTINUES) 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.
Well, when you catch him, give him a slap from me.
Who? The runaway kid you've been chasing.
Oh.
Yeah.
- (KNOCK AT DOOR) - Hang on a sec.
(HILL GROANS, OPENS DOOR) What are you doing here? She just let me off with a warning.
She said it was too much paperwork.
Guess she must have decided I'm not such a big-time crim after all.
She didn't realise she could have added stealing police property to your charge sheet.
EVE: I only took that file 'cause you weren't doing your job properly.
HILL: Where is it? Are you gonna leave me standing out here Where's the file? I lost it.
Uh, I I put it on top of the car one morning, and it 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.
EVE: I'm wasting my time.
Where are you going? Hey, stop.
Come on.
Hey, sorry, something's come up.
I've gotta go.
I'll call you tomorrow.
'Bye.
Every second that my dad wasn't at work, he was trackside.
He was coaching me.
200, 100 hurd, long, high, shot, jav, 800 - Pentathlon.
- (LAUGHS) 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, loved getting PBs, but, you know after 13 years, it's Halfway through 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 a problem.
I don't know.
Maybe I was addicted.
Because I was pretty set to represent my country, and then, um, I broke into the campus infirmary.
How'd you do your shoulder? I fell down some stairs.
You were drunk.
I was drunk.
(LAUGHS) - (KNOCK AT DOOR) - WOMAN: Housekeeping! Must have been one hell of a fall, huh? Mom always said I never did things by halves.
Evening, Detective Sergeant, and guest.
Oh! WOMAN: I dunno how you do things in the Territory, but in WA, us coppers generally like to avoid harbouring fugitives.
(BANGS ON DOOR) She said that you let her out.
Yeah, and she climbed out the bloody window like a monkey.
Eve! I'm gonna knock it down if you don't open it.
One, two (GROANS) You took her wallet and her passport? - Yeah, of course.
- Good.
Her car's a write-off.
She's probably just gonna hide behind the bushes overnight.
- We'll find her in the morning.
- Yep! And thanks for your cooperation! - (CAR DOOR CLOSES) - Highly professional.
(CAR ENGINE STARTS) (DOORHANDLE CLICKS) (DOORHANDLE CLICKS, DOOR SLIDES) (DOOR CREAKS OPEN) (DOOR CLOSES) MAN: How much did you say? 15 Gs? MAN 2: Mate, you ain't getting your hands on a brass razoo.
MAN 1: What's crawled up your arse? Shut up.
Now get in the fuckin' car.
(CAR DOOR CLOSES) (ENGINE STARTS AND REVS) (VEHICLE DRIVES AWAY) What I shoulda done is just left you there, teach you a lesson.
Oh, you're fuckin' on your fuckin' rags again, are ya? Do you know how long I was there, setting up today? This is the biggest job I've ever done.
Huh? And where are you? Locked up in the drunk tank.
Having a little singalong with some Yankee chick.
MAN 1: Whatever, you dickhead.
So where's the cash, eh? - MAN 2: Huh? - Is it in the house? MAN 2: You forgotten, Kane? (CHUCKLES) Safe and sound in the usual spot, just like we said.
KANE: Yeah, she got balls, I tell ya.
MAN 2: Who? Who are you talking about? KANE: The Yankee chick.
(CONVERSATION CONTINUES) (TENSE MUSIC) - Oh, you know what I'm gonna do? - What ya gonna do, Ginge? GINGER: I'm gonna keep your share until you've earned it.
KANE: Bullshit.
(DOOR CLOSES) (FRIDGE DOOR OPENS, BOTTLES CLINK) KANE: Who found it? Who found the Chinese in the first place? GINGER: Beardy, can you hear this shit? BEARD: Yeah, yeah, I'm hearing it.
BEARD: Yeah, it's true, mate.
I remember it clear as day.
KANE: Do you mind?! I am having a private conversation with my brother here.
- BEARD: Sorry, mate.
Sorry.
- Sorry? Oh, you're sorry, then? (UNZIPS BAG) WOMAN: Hi, sweetie! Did they feed you in the jailhouse? Want a spag bol? KANE: Yeah, that sounds very nice, Mum.
Thank you.
KANE: Know what I hate most about you? Your fucking face, mate.
- I hate your ugly fuckin' mug.
- Hey, hey.
MUM: You right for a beer, boys? - Who are you? - (EVE GASPS) Thievin' little bitch! Oi! Some skinny blonde bitch has got the money! KANE: Comin', Mum! Mum! MUM: Thief! Catch that girl! GINGER: Come on! (MOTORCYCLE REVS) (POLICE RADIO CHATTER) (PANTS) (ENGINES REV) It's our fuckin' money! (SHOUTS) Pick it up! (WHISTLES) (BANGING) - (WHISTLES) - (BANGING) (WHISTLES) (BANGING) (WHISTLES) (WHISTLES) (TWO GUNSHOTS) (DOG BARKS IN THE DISTANCE) (WHISPERS) Kane-O! (GUNSHOT) - Hey! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What do ya think you're doing in my yard? Huh?! - (DOGS BARK) - Get the fuck off my property.
Alright.
Now! - No worries.
- Yeah, get out of here! Yeah.
Yeah.
- (METALLIC CLATTER) - Oh, Jesus! (POLICE RADIO CHATTER) (WOMEN SPEAK IN DUTCH) (SPEAKS DUTCH) Shh! (SPEAKS DUTCH) (VEHICLE APPROACHES) (CLANGING FROM VEHICLE) (BOTH SPEAK EXCITEDLY IN DUTCH) Hello! WOMAN: Hello! (BOTH SPEAK DUTCH) (MICK CLEARS THROAT) - Hello? - Hello? (DOOR SLAMS, CLANGING) What the bloody hell are you sheilas doin' out here? It's broken.
Yeah.
It's not working.
WOMAN: We have a problem.
Ah! - (ENGINE SPUTTERS) - Right.
Righto, righto.
Turn it off! Yeah.
I reckon this fuel line's blocked like the Pope's old fella.
Blocked? We can blow him? MICK: Hey, keep it decent! I mean, the blockage, it can be cleared? MICK: Yeah, if you've got the tools.
Ya tooled up, are ya? (CHUCKLES) - No.
- Oh.
Oh, I tell ya what.
I got the gear to fix this back at my joint, right? So I can tow ya back there, we can do the business and then you're on your way, eh? What do you reckon? It's up to you.
(WOMEN SPEAK IN DUTCH) OK.
OK, mister.
Yeah? No worries.
(WOMEN WHISPER IN DUTCH) - MICK: How's it goin'? - Yeah, good.
You? - Not bad.
- MAN: Ladies.
- MAN 2: Hello.
- WOMAN: Hi.
MAN: How ya goin'? Engine trouble? WOMAN: Um, seemingly, we have a fuel blockage.
It's alright, fellas.
I got it sorted.
I'm gonna take it back to my place, fix it, yeah? (SNIFFS) - That's an '87 Commodore, isn't it? - Yes.
Well, it looks like it's your lucky day.
We'll have that fuel line fixed in no time.
WOMAN: Oh, great.
- You wanna grab the toolbox? - MAN: Yeah.
As I said, uh, I got it sorted, yeah? But we can fix it now.
MICK: Oh.
MAN: Look, mate.
I can see what you're doing here.
- Is that right? - Mmm.
MAN: Saving the day.
The 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 perv? Yeah.
Well I'll leave you city wankers to it, then.
(CHUCKLES) (GRUNTS) (OPENS DOOR) (CLOSES DOOR) (WOMAN LAUGHS) (BIRD CAWS) (LAUGHTER) (URINATES) What the? What the hell? - - MAN: And this bloody dickhead, he must have left the handbrake off or something, 'cause a hundred thousand bucks worth of bloody German engineering's ended up in the river.
- MAN 2: Seems like it, son.
- MAN 1: Got it.
Had to pay to get it winched out.
Totally cactus.
Absolutely buggered.
- (MAN 2 LAUGHS) - (DOOR OPENS) - What's your poison, boys? - Ah, we're looking for someone.
An American chick.
She's travelling alone.
MAN: Bit off the old beaten track out here, old mate.
KANE: She's 20-ish.
She's got this long blonde hair.
MAN: Many a month since we've seen a Sheila like that out here, mate.
- What about you, Knackers? - Nope.
Seen no-one, mate.
MAN 3: Sorry, buddy.
- KANE: 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 lookin' for a young Sheila like that, eh? Ah, just pullin' your chain, cobber.
Nah, I haven't seen her.
She might have mentioned a truck? A blue F100? She's looking for the driver.
Oh! Nope.
Sorry.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) (DOG BARKS) Let's go.
(DARK MUSIC) Kutyukutyu.
Is that where you're hiding? (PANTS AND WHINES) (SNORTS) Hey, hey! Get out! Out! (THWACK!) Fuck! (GRUNTS) (BIRDS SCREECH) Oh.
(GROANS) Go on.
Out.
Get out! (SIGHS) Go home.
(SNIFFS) Suit yourself.
(DOOR CLOSES) (COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYS) Oh, are you right there? Yeah.
Yeah.
It's just a scratch.
Where can I wash? Oh, the bathroom's blocked, so you'll have to use the trough.
(CASH REGISTER CLACKS) CASHIER: 41.
80, thanks.
Um I don't need this.
- Yeah.
I don't need this.
- OK.
(CASH REGISTER PINGS AND CLACKS) A bee to honey, boys.
(TENSE MUSIC) (TAP HANDLE SQUEAKS) (WATER RUNS) (CLANG!) I got something red and throbbin' too.
You wanna look? No.
(TAP HANDLE SQUEAKS) (GROANS) WOMAN: Hey, dickhead.
(COCKS GUN) Know what the Maori word for 'nuisance' is? Hoha.
And that's what you're being, bro.
A real hoha.
Boo! (LAUGHS) You want a coffee? EVE: I wasn't scared of him.
- (WOMAN CHUCKLES) - You know? WOMAN: Come on.
(BIRDS TWEET) WOMAN: What more could a lady want than a rig that hauls 22 tonnes of fuel one minute, boils a jug the next? Go ahead.
It's not poisoned.
Thanks.
So, what did that, then? Trap for an animal, I think.
You're not from round here.
I'm looking for the man who drives this.
The blue truck in the background.
WOMAN: Lot of F100s 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? (CLEARS THROAT) 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 want to survive around here, you can't take shit like that anymore.
I wasn't.
Gotta be tough.
10 times tougher than they are and 100 times tougher than you feel.
Kia kaha.
Be strong.
(SIGHS) Thank you.
(DOG BARKS) (ENGINE STARTS) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (INAUDIBLE) - (TYRES SCREECH) - (CRASH!) (DOG BARKS) Hop out.
Come on.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
(DEVICE BEEPS) I'm really sorry about your car.
I think it's just my brakes need a service.
- Huh! - I'll get onto it.
Yeah.
OK.
You know the car's unroadworthy, don't ya? Can I just pay the fine? (SNIFFS) Whose is this? EVE: 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.
EVE: Hey, I had a dog.
(DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) 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.
(OTHER PRISONER DEEPLY INHALES AND EXHALES REPEATEDLY) I'm looking for someone around here.
Drives a blue F100.
Mmm.
(SNORES) (INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY) (BIRD CAWS) (GUNSHOT) (FLIES BUZZ) (SQUELCHING NOISES) (GRUNTS) (VEHICLE APPROACHES) (TENSE MUSIC) (SNIFFS) (SNORES) (BUZZING) (BUZZING CONTINUES) - (BEEP) - Hey.
How much we make? For the bag? It's in the usual spot.
In the usual spot! Yeah, good one.
You taking your time getting here on purpose or what? - (DOG BARKS OUTSIDE) - Mongrel.
Psst! (CLICKS) You're an American, aren't ya? (LAUGHS) Sing me something.
Like what? Oh, I don't know.
You know, bloody Taylor Swift, Beyonce.
That weird bloody Gaga chick.
They're all Yanks, aren't they? Yeah.
Yeah.
Well, you're a Yank.
They're Yanks.
You're a bloody Yank.
Everyone's a Yank.
Come on, fuckin' sing me something.
(DOOR OPENS) This her? Yep.
I'm gonna need you to release her into my custody.
What, you want to 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, don't ya? You want to take her across the border? Get the paperwork.
(SIGHS) (DOOR CLOSES) (GASPS) (DOG BARKS OUTSIDE) You reckon I'd fit? (LAUGHS) Yeah, maybe.
You reckon you'll reach? Yeah.
I could do it.
Um With a leg-up? Oh.
How about that song? (SINGS) When Johnny comes marching home again Hoorah, hoorah We'll give him a hearty welcome then Hoorah, hoorah Duh-duh duh-duh-duh-duh da da Na-na-Na Na-na-na Na-na-na Na Na-na Da da da da Johnny comes marching home.
Yeah.
(LAUGHS) - Now? - Hmm.
Yeah.
(SNORING) I'm gonna think of a couple more things for you to do first.
(SNORING) (GROANS) - What? - (EVE GRUNTS) (GROANS) (WINDOW OPENS) (GROANS) WOMAN: So did anyone pick up that dead roo from up the road? MAN: Yeah, there's a fella who's down the road.
He goes and gets it every day, so (CONVERSATION CONTINUES) 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.
Well, when you catch him, give him a slap from me.
Who? The runaway kid you've been chasing.
Oh.
Yeah.
- (KNOCK AT DOOR) - Hang on a sec.
(HILL GROANS, OPENS DOOR) What are you doing here? She just let me off with a warning.
She said it was too much paperwork.
Guess she must have decided I'm not such a big-time crim after all.
She didn't realise she could have added stealing police property to your charge sheet.
EVE: I only took that file 'cause you weren't doing your job properly.
HILL: Where is it? Are you gonna leave me standing out here Where's the file? I lost it.
Uh, I I put it on top of the car one morning, and it 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.
EVE: I'm wasting my time.
Where are you going? Hey, stop.
Come on.
Hey, sorry, something's come up.
I've gotta go.
I'll call you tomorrow.
'Bye.
Every second that my dad wasn't at work, he was trackside.
He was coaching me.
200, 100 hurd, long, high, shot, jav, 800 - Pentathlon.
- (LAUGHS) 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, loved getting PBs, but, you know after 13 years, it's Halfway through 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 a problem.
I don't know.
Maybe I was addicted.
Because I was pretty set to represent my country, and then, um, I broke into the campus infirmary.
How'd you do your shoulder? I fell down some stairs.
You were drunk.
I was drunk.
(LAUGHS) - (KNOCK AT DOOR) - WOMAN: Housekeeping! Must have been one hell of a fall, huh? Mom always said I never did things by halves.
Evening, Detective Sergeant, and guest.
Oh! WOMAN: I dunno how you do things in the Territory, but in WA, us coppers generally like to avoid harbouring fugitives.
(BANGS ON DOOR) She said that you let her out.
Yeah, and she climbed out the bloody window like a monkey.
Eve! I'm gonna knock it down if you don't open it.
One, two (GROANS) You took her wallet and her passport? - Yeah, of course.
- Good.
Her car's a write-off.
She's probably just gonna hide behind the bushes overnight.
- We'll find her in the morning.
- Yep! And thanks for your cooperation! - (CAR DOOR CLOSES) - Highly professional.
(CAR ENGINE STARTS) (DOORHANDLE CLICKS) (DOORHANDLE CLICKS, DOOR SLIDES) (DOOR CREAKS OPEN) (DOOR CLOSES) MAN: How much did you say? 15 Gs? MAN 2: Mate, you ain't getting your hands on a brass razoo.
MAN 1: What's crawled up your arse? Shut up.
Now get in the fuckin' car.
(CAR DOOR CLOSES) (ENGINE STARTS AND REVS) (VEHICLE DRIVES AWAY) What I shoulda done is just left you there, teach you a lesson.
Oh, you're fuckin' on your fuckin' rags again, are ya? Do you know how long I was there, setting up today? This is the biggest job I've ever done.
Huh? And where are you? Locked up in the drunk tank.
Having a little singalong with some Yankee chick.
MAN 1: Whatever, you dickhead.
So where's the cash, eh? - MAN 2: Huh? - Is it in the house? MAN 2: You forgotten, Kane? (CHUCKLES) Safe and sound in the usual spot, just like we said.
KANE: Yeah, she got balls, I tell ya.
MAN 2: Who? Who are you talking about? KANE: The Yankee chick.
(CONVERSATION CONTINUES) (TENSE MUSIC) - Oh, you know what I'm gonna do? - What ya gonna do, Ginge? GINGER: I'm gonna keep your share until you've earned it.
KANE: Bullshit.
(DOOR CLOSES) (FRIDGE DOOR OPENS, BOTTLES CLINK) KANE: Who found it? Who found the Chinese in the first place? GINGER: Beardy, can you hear this shit? BEARD: Yeah, yeah, I'm hearing it.
BEARD: Yeah, it's true, mate.
I remember it clear as day.
KANE: Do you mind?! I am having a private conversation with my brother here.
- BEARD: Sorry, mate.
Sorry.
- Sorry? Oh, you're sorry, then? (UNZIPS BAG) WOMAN: Hi, sweetie! Did they feed you in the jailhouse? Want a spag bol? KANE: Yeah, that sounds very nice, Mum.
Thank you.
KANE: Know what I hate most about you? Your fucking face, mate.
- I hate your ugly fuckin' mug.
- Hey, hey.
MUM: You right for a beer, boys? - Who are you? - (EVE GASPS) Thievin' little bitch! Oi! Some skinny blonde bitch has got the money! KANE: Comin', Mum! Mum! MUM: Thief! Catch that girl! GINGER: Come on! (MOTORCYCLE REVS) (POLICE RADIO CHATTER) (PANTS) (ENGINES REV) It's our fuckin' money! (SHOUTS) Pick it up! (WHISTLES) (BANGING) - (WHISTLES) - (BANGING) (WHISTLES) (BANGING) (WHISTLES) (WHISTLES) (TWO GUNSHOTS) (DOG BARKS IN THE DISTANCE) (WHISPERS) Kane-O! (GUNSHOT) - Hey! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What do ya think you're doing in my yard? Huh?! - (DOGS BARK) - Get the fuck off my property.
Alright.
Now! - No worries.
- Yeah, get out of here! Yeah.
Yeah.
- (METALLIC CLATTER) - Oh, Jesus! (POLICE RADIO CHATTER) (WOMEN SPEAK IN DUTCH) (SPEAKS DUTCH) Shh! (SPEAKS DUTCH) (VEHICLE APPROACHES) (CLANGING FROM VEHICLE) (BOTH SPEAK EXCITEDLY IN DUTCH) Hello! WOMAN: Hello! (BOTH SPEAK DUTCH) (MICK CLEARS THROAT) - Hello? - Hello? (DOOR SLAMS, CLANGING) What the bloody hell are you sheilas doin' out here? It's broken.
Yeah.
It's not working.
WOMAN: We have a problem.
Ah! - (ENGINE SPUTTERS) - Right.
Righto, righto.
Turn it off! Yeah.
I reckon this fuel line's blocked like the Pope's old fella.
Blocked? We can blow him? MICK: Hey, keep it decent! I mean, the blockage, it can be cleared? MICK: Yeah, if you've got the tools.
Ya tooled up, are ya? (CHUCKLES) - No.
- Oh.
Oh, I tell ya what.
I got the gear to fix this back at my joint, right? So I can tow ya back there, we can do the business and then you're on your way, eh? What do you reckon? It's up to you.
(WOMEN SPEAK IN DUTCH) OK.
OK, mister.
Yeah? No worries.
(WOMEN WHISPER IN DUTCH) - MICK: How's it goin'? - Yeah, good.
You? - Not bad.
- MAN: Ladies.
- MAN 2: Hello.
- WOMAN: Hi.
MAN: How ya goin'? Engine trouble? WOMAN: Um, seemingly, we have a fuel blockage.
It's alright, fellas.
I got it sorted.
I'm gonna take it back to my place, fix it, yeah? (SNIFFS) - That's an '87 Commodore, isn't it? - Yes.
Well, it looks like it's your lucky day.
We'll have that fuel line fixed in no time.
WOMAN: Oh, great.
- You wanna grab the toolbox? - MAN: Yeah.
As I said, uh, I got it sorted, yeah? But we can fix it now.
MICK: Oh.
MAN: Look, mate.
I can see what you're doing here.
- Is that right? - Mmm.
MAN: Saving the day.
The 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 perv? Yeah.
Well I'll leave you city wankers to it, then.
(CHUCKLES) (GRUNTS) (OPENS DOOR) (CLOSES DOOR) (WOMAN LAUGHS) (BIRD CAWS) (LAUGHTER) (URINATES) What the? What the hell? - - MAN: And this bloody dickhead, he must have left the handbrake off or something, 'cause a hundred thousand bucks worth of bloody German engineering's ended up in the river.
- MAN 2: Seems like it, son.
- MAN 1: Got it.
Had to pay to get it winched out.
Totally cactus.
Absolutely buggered.
- (MAN 2 LAUGHS) - (DOOR OPENS) - What's your poison, boys? - Ah, we're looking for someone.
An American chick.
She's travelling alone.
MAN: Bit off the old beaten track out here, old mate.
KANE: She's 20-ish.
She's got this long blonde hair.
MAN: Many a month since we've seen a Sheila like that out here, mate.
- What about you, Knackers? - Nope.
Seen no-one, mate.
MAN 3: Sorry, buddy.
- KANE: 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 lookin' for a young Sheila like that, eh? Ah, just pullin' your chain, cobber.
Nah, I haven't seen her.
She might have mentioned a truck? A blue F100? She's looking for the driver.
Oh! Nope.
Sorry.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) (DOG BARKS) Let's go.