There's Something in the Pilliga (2014)

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(CICADAS BUZZING)

Subtitles by explosiveskull

(TRAFFIC RUMBLING)

(♪ "ONE MORE TIME," BY

THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

(BIRDS CAWING)

JAY: f*ck me.

Mate, you got any pepper or what?

DYLAN: I think so, in the dry escort.

(BIRDS CAWING)

JAY: Is there anything

that I can't fix?

Well good, mate, all sorted.

(♪ "THE RIGHT KIND" BY

THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

(BIRD CAWING)

(♪ "I'LL FIND A BETTER WAY"

BY THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

Can I help you?

(JAY YAWNS)

It's gonna be a good day, mate.

DYLAN: Yeah.

Gonna be a very good day, I think.

DYLAN: These evil wages.

Sorted, mate, sorted.

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

Ah, I think you've got me

and you confused, mate.

DYLAN: Yeah, of course I do.

So what are the plans?

I thought we'd just go down

to the boulevards mate, yeah?

Have a bit of a feed, give

the dog a bit of a splash.

- DYLAN: Yeah.

- And then out to Baradine.

DYLAN: Okay.

(MUMBLES) said that it is the place

to be on New Year's Eve, mate.

DYLAN: What did you say about

your old mate again, or something?

(MUMBLES) f*cking

seeing Amy tomorrow, mate.

We're going to go to the pub tonight,

we're going to head out

seeing Amy tomorrow morning.

DYLAN: Yep.

Yeah, mate.

You're going to love me mate,

old school, real good bloke.

(MUMBLES)

f*cking knows his sh*t.

DYLAN: (MUMBLES).

JAY: Well, do you know how

to work that camera, mate?

If you don't know how

to work it, we dicked.

(LAUGHS)

(♪ "UNTIL I SEE YOU AGAIN"

BY THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

(LIQUID TRICKLING)

DYLAN: Look at it,

just look at that, yeah?

Trying to check out your worm, Jay.

JAY: Snake, mate, snake.

(LAUGHS)

Hey, mate, you're getting us confused.

I've got an anaconda.

See the ball baths are right here, buddy.

DYLAN: Wait, hang on.

Did I hear that?

Did you just say "ball baths"?

We're going to wash our ba*ls?

(LAUGHS)

I don't know about that,

sounds a bit strange to me.

JAY: Yep, people around here

breaking in and swimming

in the ball baths.

That's 20 years on your life.

(WATER RUSHING)

DYLAN: 20 years to your life?

Huh.

Hey Jay, Oy.

This chick's left the

door open to the shower,

look at this.

(SIGHS)

What?

Oh, sh*t, it's a bloke.

(JAY LAUGHS)

(SIZZLES)

Hey, Jay.

JAY: Yeah?

DYLAN: Have a look at this.

Ha-ha-ha,

JAY: looks like I'm going

to get lucky tonight, mate,

I don't know about you.

DYLAN: Oh, yeah, right.

Well, you've got the camera, mate, so,

you can film me with both of 'em.

(LAUGHS)

Do you mind not filming me, please?

DYLAN: Sorry.

Sounds like that sex-tape

thing isn't a go, eh?

We'll see, mate, we'll see.

That was hurtful.

"You mind not filming me, please?"

(LAUGHS)

Hey, you girls want a drink or a food?

EMMA: We're fine, thanks.

- Suit yourself.

- What's your dog's name?

JAY: Wolfy.

Yeah, his name's Wolfy.

You sure you not want a drink or a food?

No, we're fine.

DYLAN: Got plenty of sausages for ya.

We're alright, thank you.

I've heard all about you, Peter.

And your truck.

DYLAN: Peter?

What does she mean "Peter"?

(MUMBLES) named that, mate.

Peter pop-a-lon.

(SIZZLING)

Hey, great dog by the way.

JAY: Jeez, mate, you

should meet his owner.

He would love a scratch

behind the ear from you.

(JAY LAUGHS)

(BIRDS CAWING)

Make sure you get these

girls on camera, mate.

Get something for the spank bank later.

Look at this f*cking idiot.

You getting this?

(MUMBLES) wants to part right

next to my f*cking truck.

f*cking idiot.

Come here.

Down boy.

Taking you for a swim, eh?

Oh, mate, it's going down like water, eh?

DYLAN: Yeah, me, too.

You got to eat the last one.

DYLAN: Fell inside.

f*ck me.

We'll have to head out of here soon,

get at the pub.

Hey, you've had a feed, mate, come on.

You're getting a bath, eh?

Okay, hey?

You going to get a bath, hey?

You need to go for a bath, eh?

Good f*cking boy, yeah, dusty are ya?

DYLAN: f*ck me.

Are you getting that?

(LAUGHS)

DYLAN: Oh, no.

You're bad.

Yeah.

Serves the little f*ck right.

Parked next to my truck, mate.

(DYLAN LAUGHS)

f*cking baby boomers, eh?

DYLAN: Well, hurry up with the dog,

cause I want to get to the pub.

Yeah, mate, yeah, yeah,

f*cking hold on.

Come on boy, let's go, eh?

Come on.

(DYLAN LAUGHS)

Come on, you want to go for a swim, eh?

Look at this dickhead.

Not a dog, not today.

What an as*h*le.

Hey, mate.

Mate!

Hey, mate, I'm talking to you.

Yeah, and I'm trying to bath me dog!

You're not bloody

bathing a dog in here, pal.

There's bloody rules.

JAY: Well, mate, he's

covered in dust, right?

Two minutes won't hurt anyone.

Well I care if he's covered in sh*t,

he's not coming in here.

JAY: Alright, those signs there?

That's a guide mate, alright?

Settle down.

BOB: Yeah, well it's not

a guide for a seeing eye dog

and it's not coming in here.

JAY: (MUMBLES) would ya?

BOB: No, I won't.

JAY: Give it a spill, would ya, eh?

Hey, you bloody taking

photos of me, pal?

DYLAN: No?

You bloody better not

be, I'll throttle ya.

DYLAN: I'm not!

Jesus, darling, how

long we been coming here?

Bloody years!

And these pricks show up,

wanna ruin it for everyone.

Ain't nothing but a pack of assholes,

the lot of 'em!

SUE: Bob!

Ah, don't bloody "Bob,"

I've had enough of 'em.

(MUMBLES) How's that for ya, Wolfy?

Old f*cking b*stard.

Get out of here before f*cking

pops f*cking acts up again.

DYLAN: Hey, hey, hey.

Did you see his swimmers?

BOB: Hey listen, mate.

While you're there, clean

your bloody barbecue up.

JAY: Yeah mate, yeah will do.

Hey, they're nice swimmers

by the way, buddy.

Yeah.

JAY: They still make them for men?

(BOB SHOUTING)

Keep talking, you f*cking baby boomer,

I'll kick ya out, sunshine.

BOB: Yeah, piss off!

I'm about to leave ya.

Hey! You're still bloody

(MUMBLES) me, you b*stard?

DYLAN: No, I'm not,

mate, I'm not doing...

I'll tell you what, you better not be.

I'll tear you right, ear and ear!

(♪ "DEVIL GIRL" BY THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

The f*cking conditions

of these roads, eh?

DYLAN: Yeah?

JAY: f*cking living in

this prick of joint, eh?

I reckon the dentist is

also the mechanic, hahaha!

(♪ "90 DAYS" BY THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

You alright, Wolfy?

(TRAFFIC RUMBLING)

Greatest investment that fan, mate.

DYLAN: Yeah?

JAY: When the women get

a little bit hot, you know?

DYLAN: Hey, Jay, what was that?

You ever been out to these

parts of the woods, mate?

DYLAN: No.

Let me tell you.

Good experiences out

here to be seen, mate,

good experiences to be seen.

DYLAN: Yeah?

Let's just say...

You're out in the scruff...

Not all that wanders is lost,

if you know what I mean.

It's a great camera, too,

bet it cost a pretty penny.

DYLAN: Oh, yeah, still paying for that.

JAY: I really appreciate

you coming out here

and doing this for me, eh?

DYLAN: Yeah, that's alright, no prob,

you know that.

JAY: How has your photography course

been going anyway?

DYLAN: Yeah, good, good.

You said you wanted some

kickass photos of you,

and I needed some anyways,

so it's worked out well for us both.

JAY: Yep, just keep it rolling, right?

DYLAN: Yeah, I've got spare batteries.

- sh*t!

- You lost, mate?

DYLAN: You scared the sh*t outta me.

Nah, mate, no, I think we're okay,

I'm pretty sure we're alright.

(DOGS BARKING)

Good hearing it.

Wait here.

DYLAN: I think he's gonna get a map.

JAY: Probably gonna get a banjo.

(LAUGHS)

DYLAN: Nah, maybe he's

going to get his sister.

JAY: Well he isn't gonna

get a f*cking lawnmower,

has he, look at his lawn, eh?

DYLAN: m*therf*ckers got a g*n.

How about you get f*cking

lost somewhere else?

DYLAN: sh*t, he's got a g*n.

Quick, go, drive, go,

f*ck he's got a g*n, sh*t.

(♪ "LIQUOR STORE" BY THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

JAY: You alright, Wolfy?

DYLAN: I like surprises.

JAY: Good, because

you're about to get one.

Smell that?

(MUMBLES) that, mate.

- (JAY LAUGHS)

- DYLAN: Oh, god.

Jeez, let me out here.

Better in than out,

mate, better out than in.

(♪ "HURTS TOO MUCH" BY

THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

Well, looks like we're here, mate.

DYLAN: Yep.

Let's go on, then.

Hey not bad, not bad.

JAY: I know, bright fella.

DYLAN: (MUMBLES).

JAY: Bright crowd in there too, mate?

DYLAN: So, where are we sleeping again?

Sleeping?

JAY: Yeah.

Sleep when you're dead, mate.

Tonight, we party.

You sleep wherever you land on, mate.

(♪ "DON'T COME BACK" BY

THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

(MUMBLES) one of those chicks

from the ball baths, though.

DYLAN: I told you

they're hiding from you.

Mate, I am like a (MUMBLES) bus.

I pick out, and I drop off.

Well, we going in or what?

DYLAN: Yep.

JAY: You might want

to turn that camera off

before we go in, mate.

DYLAN: It's easy, what, this

is something we're filming?

Mate, I understand that,

but the people inside

they might think you're a

bit of a strange b*stard.

DYLAN: Yeah, look,

alright, I'll turn it off.

But I'm taking it in and I'll

see what it's like in there,

and if it's alright I'll

turn it back on (MUMBLES).

Whatever, mate, whatever.

DYLAN: Alright.

(♪ "OUT IN EXILE" BY THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

I'll tell you what, there's

someone to talk to you, right.

JAY: Tell me about it, mate, eh?

I feel like a kid in a candy shop.

DYLAN: So, tell me more

about this Hermie bloke.

I've told you all

you need to know, mate.

Hey, she's not bad on the eye, ey?

- DYLAN: You see that?

- JAY: Yep.

She was checking me out, mate.

DYLAN: Yeah, she was checking you out.

(♪ "GETTING OVER YOU"

BY THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

Hey, you reckon I

can join in there mate,

or is it just for your girl?

Oy, mate, f*ck off.

(JAY LAUGHS)

(♪ "SMILE" BY THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

I wonder if she'd come back to my place,

stare at the ceiling for a bit, eh?

DYLAN: Hey, that was piss (MUMBLES).

JAY: Checking me, as usual, eh?

Oh hang on, what's going on here?

That's that tool from before, man.

She gave it to him.

(GUITAR STRUMMING)

(MUMBLES) f*cking do this anymore,

you best get the f*ck

out of my f*cking life.

(SPEAKING TRAILS OFF)

Oh, hang on.

(DYLAN LAUGHS)

Look at this, alright?

(DYLAN LAUGHS)

f*cking have a look at this, would ya?

Did I, or did I not tell you that Baradine

was the place to on New Years Eve, mate?

DYLAN: Yes, you did.

- JAY: (MUMBLES EXCITEDLY)

- DYLAN: Yes, you did.

JAY: No way!

(BOTH MOANING EXCITEDLY)

DYLAN: Oh, god...

JAY: Oh my,

I'm going to get in on that sh*t, mate.

DYLAN: What?

JAY: Here you go, ladies.

What the f*ck, get out!

(DYLAN LAUGHS)

Are you f*cking kidding, eh?

They threw a f*cking dildo

at me, did you see that?

(CHATTER)

10, nine, eight,

seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one,

Happy New Year!

(CHEERING)

Happy New Year, mate.

DYLAN: Yeah, you, too, champ.

I can't believe how far (MUMBLES).

They get far (MUMBLES) all

of them out, let me tell you.

(BAGPIPES)

DYLAN: They certainly do,

I'll tell you what, I'm feeling it.

Happy New Years, boys.

JAY: And you.

I don't know who you are,

But I'm sure that I will.

You guys want some glowsticks?

DYLAN: Cool, thanks.

(GIRL LAUGHING)

Told you she wanted me, mate, eh?

(JAY LAUGHS)

Doesn't come close to Wolfy, though.

- DYLAN: Oh, okay.

- JAY: (MUMBLES)

Oy.

DYLAN: Oh, hello.

Can you undo a trucker's knot?

DYLAN: I don't know.

That's good,

cause I'm going to tie you up like it.

What?

(DYLAN LAUGHS)

C'mon, Tam.

Finally.

JAY: Looks like you're

buying my next beer, sweetheart.

You spilled most of it

when you bumped me before.

Excuse me, mate?

JAY: Alright, alright,

I'll buy you one.

I'll buy your pretty little

friend here one, too.

Is that so?

DYLAN: I'll buy the drink,

it's my turn anyway.

You girls want one?

Yeah, yes, please, that'd be nice.

Get me anything, surprise.

- Me, too.

- DYLAN: Okay, cool

JAY: Sounds like me, get

her a trucker's knot, mate.

LIZ: "Ha ha ha" very funny.

What're your names, anyway?

She's Tammy and I'm Liz.

- You?

- JAY: Tammy?

A pretty name.

(TAMMY LAUGHS)

I'm Jay, this is Dylan.

Dylan, Hey?

Well, they're doing the

Harley Davidson show,

that's Neil, he's the dickhead.

Get this, just 'cause

he kissed Tammy once,

he thinks that he owns her.

- DYLAN: Uh huh.

- What an idiot.

We're of them, right?

No need to advertise it, Liz.

JAY: You want to come

outside for a smoke?

Yeah, I would.

JAY: Let's do it.

(DYLAN HUMS "HERE COMES THE BRIDE")

Oh, settle down, settle down.

Hang on, hang on, Dylan.

Ah, for f*ck's sake.

What're you filming?

You filming me, mate?

DYLAN: I'm not filming you,

don't even know ya.

Why don't you just f*ck off, Neil?

She's not interested,

can't you get it, mate?

Shut up you drunk a*s skank.

She's not your type, Neil.

Don't you usually like 'em dead?

Look, shut the f*ck before I flog you

like the b*tch you are.

Why don't you have a

crack and then a kneel,

you f*cking nibble?

Neil, I said I'm not

f*cking interested, f*ck.

See?

There are loads of other

lovely women here tonight,

can't you just leave me alone.

Look mate, turn that camera

off or I'll shove it up...

You can come and watch if you like,

I heard you like to watch.

Yeah, keep going, mate, keep going.

You want to see where

you're finishing all the...

Turn that f*cking camera off.

f*ck off...

Say "hi" to your mom for me, fellas!

Jay, they're throwing bottles!

Come on, let's go, let's go.

(JAY SHOUTING)

(LAUGHTER)

Jeez, that was exciting, wasn't it?

Happy New Year, everyone.

So, what's everybody's

New Years Resolution, then?

LIZ: I never make 'em,

cause I always break 'em.

DYLAN: Yeah, me, too.

I just want to get out

of Baradine and hit up the

(MUMBLES) Hermie place.

Who's "Her-mie Puh-by"?

Oh, it's not an old hermit mate of mine,

who lives out there in the Pillaga scrub.

Well, why do they call

him Hermie (MUMBLES)?

All his ex-wives took

him to the cleaners, mate.

Took him for everything he owns.

He's out there in the

Pillaga scrub by himself.

You know what, so sad.

Yeah, got him well and good, but uh,

not too keen on women

now, as you can imagine.

What?

Don't get your panties

in a bunch, girls.

You'll be alright, you're with me.

Ain't I his mate?

DYLAN: Sounds like love.

Get f*cked, would you mate?

And turn that camera off, too,

give us a rest, would ya?

(♪ "OUT ON THE BELT" BY THE BLOWFLYZ)

DYLAN: We're going back to the Pilliga?

Bloody 'roos.

Always harder to see after the rain.

DYLAN: They're not that bad, are they?

You got no idea, mate.

Tammy, I've got a surprise for you.

Oy.

Rise and shine, TimTam.

DYLAN: Is that what I think it is?

What, Viagra?

It'd have to be Niagara to keep him wet.

Here you go.

Whoa, where are we?

Almost at Hermie

(MUMBLES), not far now, mate.

Want one?

TAMMY: How long have I been asleep for?

Bit over a half an hour or so,

- Nah, man.

- Since we left the pub.

I'm fine.

Do you see that sign?

Yup.

And?

And nothing, mate.

Just keep cycling your

purse (MUMBLING), darling.

DYLAN: Jay, that said national park.

(♪ "NOT RIGHT NOW" BY CHRIS E. THOMAS)

(CICADAS BUZZING)

Why did all his exes leave him?

He seems like a poor old bloke.

Eh, darling, goes a

little something like this.

When a man meets a woman, he

wants her to stay the same.

And when a woman meets a man,

she obviously wants him to change.

So, when they break up, he's got the shits

cause she has changed,

and she's got the shits, cause he hasn't.

That is why men and women should not live

in the same houses with each other.

Instead, they should

live in separate houses

besides one another.

Quite the little

philosopher aren't you, Jay?

I am.

You're not one of those

sensitive "new age" guys, are ya?

Yeah, right.

Think you got me a little bit confused

with your boyfriend over there.

I'm more of a caring,

understanding 90s type,

as you like to say.

DYLAN: Welcome to another episode of

Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.

(ENGINE HUMMING)

We're nearly at Hermie's now, so...

When we get there, you guys

let me do the talking, alright?

Yeah.

DYLAN: Yeah, sure.

You've got nothing

to worry about, girls.

He knows me.

LIZ: He's not going to have a (MUMBLES)

because we're women, is he?

JAY: Not if you keep your trap shut

and let me do the talking, you ain't.

LIZ: Look at all

this sh*t at this place.

(♪ "IN THE DAM" BY LEE FORSTER)

JAY: Hermie!

Hermie (MUMBLES).

Hermie, where are ya?

Watch your step, girls.

Hermie, you old b*stard.

Hermie!

(PARROT TALKING)

Hermie, you crazy old

b*stard, where are ya?

What's your plan tonight?

(MUMBLES) want breakfast?

TAMMY: Who's Peter, man?

JAY: That's what he call me because I

love his f*cking (MUMBLES).

TAMMY: Peter?

Yeah, you know, Tam.

Peter, Peter, Pumpkin-Eater.

JAY: Hermie!

Where are ya, mate?

Are you sure we should be in here?

JAY: Yeah, we'll be alright.

LIZ: What's that a drawing of?

It's a pig trap.

(MUMBLES) the one to k*ll

you in the pub last night.

f*ck you.

JAY: Later, Liz, later.

More concentrated on

finding Hermie right now.

DYLAN: Hey, Jay, look at this.

JAY: Yeah, what's up?

DYLAN: Quick, come here.

Hermie's drawn a picture of your mum.

JAY: (MUMBLES) real

funny, mate, real funny.

LIZ: What is it?

JAY: That is an (MUMBLES) myth,

that's what that is.

Depending on who you ask, of course.

What's that smell?

I know, man, yeah.

JAY: It's probably something

dead, maybe a rural rabbit.

LIZ: What?

Hermie!

Never understood why Hermie has a curtain,

his window doesn't even have any glass.

Might as well close the

curtain you silly b*stard.

(SCOFFS)

DYLAN: I don't know about Hermie, Jay,

but I've definitely found Kermie.

(LAUGHS)

LIZ: No one's here, Jay.

Looks like they haven't

been here for a while.

DYLAN: Look, the

calendar's marked November 30,

so he's been here the

last month, at least.

TAMMY: What if

something happened to him?

Then I'll deal with that, alright?

Can't be too far, he often wanders.

Bullshit, nobody leaves like this, mate,

I think you're having us on.

Alright, once you meet

him you'll understand.

He's got to be still alive,

his car's out in the front.

Can't be too far, wherever he's going,

he's got to be on foot.

Well, you and me might have to

have a bit of a wander, Dylan.

DYLAN: Yeah, alright.

What about us?

Well, you girls gotta

wait back in the car.

I don't want to take

you shirtless (MUMBLES)

before I've got the chance

to give him a heads up.

Shirt's made fine.

Leave that camera in the car, too, mate.

I wasn't going looking

for a dirty old b*stard

in the bush anyway.

Well you found us, didn't ya, eh?

Better than finding a dirty

old b*stard in your bush.

DYLAN: You bringing the dog?

Yeah, mate.

He'll help up find him, won't you boy?

Huh, won't ya, come on, good boy.

Alright, you girls stay in the truck.

Hermie comes back,

tell him we've gone to

look for him, alright?

TAMMY: Will do.

Do we tell him we're with Peter or Jay?

Well, stay in my truck and

he'll know you're with me.

Can you leave your keys, at least?

Yeah, okay.

Don't go leaving that radio on, though.

If that battery goes dead,

we'll be stuck here alright?

And don't go going through

me sh*t, either, alright?

I'm not an idiot, Peter.

Alright, to you it's still Jay.

DYLAN: Anyway, Liz, here's the camera.

Can I film?

DYLAN: Yep.

TAMMY: I can't say this

is my idea of New Years,

but you know what, these guys are nice.

LIZ: Yeah, not mine either.

If Dylan wasn't so hot, I

wouldn't stayed in Baradine.

(TAMMY LAUGHS)

So, how're you feeling?

TAMMY: I guess I'm

feeling a little bit better.

Just needed to get away

from that as*h*le, you know?

LIZ: Can you tape back over it?

TAMMY: You're asking the wrong person.

You know what, Dylan's a catch.

You struck it gold.

LIZ: I know man, thanks.

(♪ "SLAUGHTERING OF LAMBS" BY THE NOFFS)

Oy, I've got an idea.

Want to do something naughty?

Naughty?

Jay said we can't leave the car.

LIZ: Not that kind of naughty.

What do you want to do?

LIZ: Well, you know, I want to leave

a surprise message on Dylan's camera.

Something to remember us by.

Alright, what do you got in mind?

LIZ: Yes!

Follow my lead.

(♪ "BEER AND LIPSTICK" BY BRYEN WILLEMS)

(LIZ LAUGHS)

Thought we were going to

all the way, didn't you Dylan?

You thought wrong!

God, you're a b*tch.

Damn straight!

Dylan seemed more keen to go off with Jay

than he did to stay here with me.

Your loss, Dylan.

God, you're bad.

Bad to the bone, baby.

Like my breast friends?

Best sex you never had, Dylan.

Anyway, ready?

Let's do it.

Okay, I think it's on.

Yeah, baby.

You could've seen what

was under that, Dylan.

Yeah!

LIZ: Yeah girlfriend, whoohoo!

(♪ "DEEP DOWN I'M

SHALLOW" BY BRYEN WILLEMS)

Hey, put the radio on, would you?

Yeah, I would if I could

actually get a station out here.

Of course you can, it's

not like we're on Mars.

We may as well be.

I'll do it then.

(STATIC BUZZING)

TAMMY: You've got

to actually tune it in

(MUMBLES) at least.

That's what I'm doing.

TAMMY: This is all you.

sh*t.

(♪ "OPEN UP YOUR HEART"

BY G. WAYNE THOMAS)

Here we go, here we go.

Yes, I love this song.

Mum used to play it all the time.

Yeah, it sounds like something my mum

would really enjoy.

Shh, don't interrupt.

God you weren't wrong when

you said you loved that song.

Shh, (MUMBLES).

MAN OVER RADIO: I

just want to let you know

that if I find ya.

Hello, yes, we're here.

Hello?

That sounded like Neil.

Don't be stupid.

Man, I knew I should've

stayed back there

and talked to him.

What?

Look, he obviously cares about me.

He's out here in the bush looking for me.

He said that he'd k*ll us, Tam.

He said that he'd k*ll Jay, not us.

Jay gave him what he deserved.

He's going to be sore and sorry.

It's not even Neil, he's

probably at home sleeping it off.

Get back on the two-way and find out.

What?

Please.

Look, we don't have to tell

him where we are straight away.

Is that you, Neil?

Look, I'll tell you where we are

as long as you promise

to treat Tammy better.

I'm gonna get my undies.

Tam...

Is that camera off?

Oh, sh*t.

Liz, come on, let's go.

- I want to get outta here.

- I'm coming, just a sec.

Dylan, Jay, when you get this message,

I just want to let you know

that what you guys did sucks, okay?

The keys are still in the ignition.

Good bye and good riddance.

And by the way, if

something does happen to us,

it'll be your fault.

Come on, Liz.

Well, not in Hermie's hut, mate.

DYLAN: No, I know, I

had a look on the camera,

they've definitely gone.

What?

DYLAN: No, they're gone.

You're kidding, aren't you?

DYLAN: Nah.

f*ck.

This is all I f*cking need, f*ck.

DYLAN: Look, we'll find 'em.

Surely they can't be that far.

Yeah, well, good to

see they left the keys

in the ignition, eh?

Give 'em that much.

f*cking b*tches.

Yeah, mate, yeah, I can still

see their footprints, mate.

DYLAN: Okay.

That's a start, isn't it.

Can't be too far, mate, can't be too far.

Oh, there's one.

Hang on.

Oh yeah, there they are.

There they are.

JAY: You are right, mate.

Well, I'm going back even

if they're not right.

I've gotta go back, so,

they can either stay, or they can come.

DYLAN: Yeah, fair enough.

Alright, you've got your

reasons, you've made your point.

What took you so long?

DYLAN: Jay's dog went missing,

we can't find it.

Liz!

Liz!

Liz wait a sec!

LIZ: What?

TAMMY: Look, the reason

why the boys took so long

is cause Jay lost his dog.

LIZ: What?

TAMMY: Jay lost his dog.

You know Wolfy, he's gone.

JAY: We found you,

though, does that count?

f*ck off.

DYLAN: Look.

Please, Liz, just hop

in the truck, alright?

We'll help him find his dog,

then I promise we'll take you

wherever you want to go, okay?

Anywhere but here, Dylan.

DYLAN: Come on, hop in.

Sorry we took so long, okay,

but we've genuinely been

looking for the dog.

TAMMY: Okay.

We thought we'd head out on the highway,

and then someone would

probably pick us up, you know?

You girls ever hear of Arthur (MUMBLES)?

Thanks for leaving that

message that we came back to,

by the way Liz.

Yeah, real funny.

DYLAN: It was!

Real funny, yeah, yeah, yeah.

DYLAN: Doesn't matter, doesn't matter.

It's whatever.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't

have said what I said.

We shouldn't have walked off like that.

Yeah, no sh*t, Liz, eh?

You would've got lost

before you got out, mate.

I just thought that we

could get along the road.

DYLAN: Look, Jay,

enough for a second okay?

There hasn't been any

real harm done, alright?

(JAY MUMBLES)

Hang on.

Find the dog, and then we can all go

wherever we want to go, kay?

Yes?

Fine by me, mate, fine by me.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

- Alright, good.

- Sounds awesome.

(DOG BARKS)

DYLAN: What is it now, Jay?

Shut up.

- What?

- DYLAN: What?

Shut up!

You hear that?

- Hear what?

- What, Jay?

That!

(BARKING)

It's Wolfy.

For f*ck sake.

- Wolfy, wolfy!

- DYLAN: Come on.

Come on, let's do the right thing.

Wolfy, where are ya, boy?

DYLAN: Help him find his dog, come on.

Are you guys going to get out

back there and help or what?

- LIZ: Go.

- DYLAN: Come on.

TAMMY: Yeah, of course we are.

Wolfy!

Wolfy!

- DYLAN: Wolfy!

- TAMMY: Wolfy!

JAY: Wolfy, you alright, boy?

(WHISTLING)

Wolfy!

LIZ: There's that smell again.

DYLAN: Wolfy!

LIZ: It's that same

smell from Hermie's place,

JAY: Wolfy, come here boy!

LIZ: Can you smell that, Dylan?

(CROW CAWING)

- DYLAN: Wolfy, wolfy!

- JAY: Where are ya boy?

LIZ: Wolfy!

JAY: Come here, boy!

(FLIES BUZZING)

(WRETCHING)

(BIRDS CAWING)

LIZ: Are you alright,

guys over here, Dylan's sick!

TAMMY: Oh my god!

(TAMMY AND LIZ SHOUTING)

TAMMY: Oh my god!

LIZ: Oh my god, Tam, Tam don't look,

get away, get away, get away.

- JAY: f*ck me, dead!

- LIZ: f*cking hell!

Oh my god, Tammy come over here.

JAY: It's that chick

from the ball baths, mate.

DYLAN: Oh my god...

The girl in the bath?

LIZ: You guys know her?

JAY: Right, all of you,

go get back in the truck, right?

Go on.

LIZ: Come on, Tammy, come on.

Come on!

Come on, come on...

CICADAS BUZZING:

(BIRDS CAWING)

LIZ: What the f*ck are you doing, Jay?

JAY: What's it look

like I'm doing, Liz?

Dumping the body in the pig wallow.

You're going to what?

Liz!

You better act right,

I've got enough sh*t to deal

without being stuck for this.

So you're a f*cking criminal.

DYLAN: Hardly, he didn't k*ll her.

He's not a criminal, no one is.

And that makes it okay, does it, Dylan?

He's a f*cking criminal.

No worse than you,

you drug dealing wh*re.

Finding sh*t, mate, enough have used.

That's f*cked, I don't

want anything to do with you,

or any of your f*cking problems!

What would you have me do, Liz, eh?

We're in a national park,

we're all pissed,

you're all f*cking high

from your purse lollies.

We've got our spew and prints everywhere.

Added to which, I can't

find me f*cking dog.

So tell me, Liz, what the

f*ck would you have me do?

Call the police!

You obviously weren't listening

to a word I f*cking said.

The cops and I don't see

eye to eye at the moment.

You're f*cked, you know that.

DYLAN: Liz!

f*ck up, Dylan, she's

not going to f*ck you

just because you take her side.

Oh f*ck you, Jay.

DYLAN: That's not what I meant!

Jesus Christ.

(TAMMY CRYING)

Turn that f*cking camera off, mate.

DYLAN: The camera proves

we're innocent, you f*ck,

it gives us every reason

to call the police.

- Dylan's right.

- I agree!

He's f*cking wrong,

that's what he is, right?

DYLAN: Jesus Christ.

I'm dumping the body in

the f*cking pig wallow.

DYLAN: Oh, god...

The pigs will eat her before sundown.

DYLAN: Jesus Christ.

Look, I say we go to

the cops, Jay, alright?

We could always say we

got lost in the scrub,

and maybe they'll us off with a warning

for being in a national

park with a dog, alright?

Look, I can even say it's my dog, alright?

Do I look like the kind of

dickhead that gets warning?

Do I!?

You f*cking clean skins,

you'll get a slap on the wrist, not me!

We can vouch for you!

It's not going to cut it, Tammy!

Then they're going to go through my truck,

they'll find my f*cking g*ns, my knives,

and your f*cking pingers, then what?

DYLAN: Christ.

Look, I'm dumping the body

in the f*cking pig wallow.

Alright?

Then we're all going to walk out of here,

and not gonna say another word about it.

- You understand?

- DYLAN: Jay.

Jay, just listen for a second.

If it is that chick from the ball baths,

then where's her friend, eh?

She might have seen you take the body.

I don't give a f*ck, Dylan.

Maybe she k*lled her, eh?

Maybe someone k*lled 'em both!

Yeah, someone like your mate Hermie.

DYLAN: f*cking Jesus...

Jay, Jay, Jay!

- You f*cking sl*t.

- DYLAN: Jay!

You've been a thorn in my

f*cking side since I met you.

I swear to god, f*cking,

I'm gonna f*cking...

You're gonna what!?

You're going to dump me

in the pig wallow, too?

DYLAN: Tell them to please stop this.

Jesus Christ.

I didn't say that, did I?

DYLAN: Jay, threatening her isn't

going to change what happened, alright?

All I'm saying is...

DYLAN: f*cking Christ.

It's a long walk out of here, people.

Especially at night.

DYLAN: f*cking hell.

What if there is someone out there, huh?

Doing something f*cked up, huh?

You're all going to find

out, here, on your walk out.

If you walk out, that is.

DYLAN: Jesus.

Look, Jay, just listen, right?

What if the same person

that got this girl,

got Hermie, or got her friend, huh?

Would you do the same to him?

I don't give a f*ck!

DYLAN: Or what if they're alive?

JAY: Mate.

DYLAN: Jesus Christ.

JAY: I swear to god, mate.

Turn that f*cking camera off.

LIZ: This is (MUMBLES)!

I don't have to listen to this.

I'm f*cking leaving.

f*ck!

- DYLAN: Liz!

- No!!

Give me my bag, give it to me, Tammy!

DYLAN: Liz, Liz, Liz don't!

LIZ: f*ck!

- DYLAN: Liz!

- JAY: f*ck off!

- DYLAN: Liz!

- LIZ: f*ck you!

DYLAN: Liz!

TAMMY: Jay, I would

think twice about this,

don't you, you don't know,

but, Liz's uncle is a cop.

LIZ: You!

You're a f*cking disgrace!

What if that was your sister,

or your daughter out there?

- DYLAN: Liz!

- LIZ: f*ck!

JAY: f*ck her.

I'm gonna...

- TAMMY: Jay...

- JAY: What?

I'm dealing with this before

I f*cking deal with her.

Thank you very f*cking much.

Turn that f*cking camera

off mate, or I swear to god.

Don't go getting any ideas,

we're throwing away that f*cking tape.

DYLAN: Card.

JAY: What?

DYLAN: It takes cards!

JAY: You're kidding, aren't you, mate?

I've got a f*cking dead body

on the back of my truck,

and you're f*cking talking about cards?

I don't care if it takes Valium, mate,

that's the way it's happening, alright?

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(CICADAS BUZZING)

(JAY SIGHS)

(TAMMY CRYING)

(BIRDS CAWING)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

I didn't want this, Tammy.

I didn't want any of this.

None of us did, Tammy, alright?

But it's done, right?

I've protected you.

I've protected you,

Dylan, and I've protected

your f*cking mate, Liz.

You should be thanking me,

not sitting there f*cking spitting at me!

You f*cking b*stard.

You b*stard!

You b*stard, you b*stard.

f*ck!

There she is.

She's out there on the road.

Lizzy!

Liz!

Liz, Liz, get in the car!

JAY: What, are you going

back in the scrub, Liz?

What?

TAMMY: Look, irrespective

of what's happened,

and what we're all thinking,

walking out of here now is crazy!

We shouldn't have even done it

before, Liz, get in the car!

Tammy, what we've done is wrong!

That body, that girl, don't

you even care about her?

TAMMY: Lizzy, we'll sort it out.

JAY: Now listen, you've

been a drug dealer, Liz.

LIZ: f*ck you, that's different!

JAY: Come on, mate,

hop back in the car.

- TAMMY: Please, please?

- JAY: Right?

Nothing else we can do about it,

what's done is done, alright?

TAMMY: Lizzy, please, get in the car!

JAY: Listen to your

friend, Liz, alright?

Want to come back out here

and relive the whole thing

in Inbred Jed-ville, huh?

Through the courts?

You really want to do that, do ya?

Come on mate, hop in the car.

f*cking hop in the car!

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

f*ck me!

DYLAN: What?

f*cking cops.

sh*t.

- Shut up!

- sh*t, what are you gonna do!

- Shut up, right?

- Oh my god, oh my god.

Put your seat belts on.

Put those f*cking drugs away, Liz.

I swear to god,

I don't want to hear a peep

out of any of ya, right?

I'll handle this.

(CICADAS BUZZING)

Officer.

- License, please.

- Yes, sir.

- Bloody hell.

- I shot a cop.

- (MURMURING)

- DYLAN: Don't look at him.

COP: Is your name Peter Jackson?

JAY: Yes, sir.

COP: Is there anyone

traveling in the sleeper cab

behind the seat there?

JAY: No, sir, no.

COP: Have you seen a black

Toyota Land Cruiser utility?

JAY: No.

COP: The driver is

described as a white male,

approximately 30 years

old, 190 centimeters tall,

heavy set, approximately 110 kilos,

brown hair, green eyes, a brown beard,

and wearing a Harley Davidson shirt.

JAY: No.

No, sir, haven't seen anyone

like that around here.

COP: You do know I'll

run your license and plates

when I get back to the station.

Give me a call when you

get back in phone range.

If you do see anything.

If I was you, I'd make my

way to the Pilliga now.

JAY: Will do, sir.

COP: And drive safely.

JAY: Thank you.

DYLAN: Jesus Christ.

sh*t head.

DYLAN: He's still following us.

What?

Yeah, that's cause he

knows you're a liar, Peter.

No, to you it's Jay.

I'm only going to get

a year for my crimes.

What do you think you'll get, hey?

When he finds your bad of drugs.

TAMMY: He knows we're lying.

He knows we're lying,

so he's going to come back and get us!

LIZ: Well what are you going to do

when he does come back?

JAY: I will handle that!

TAMMY: I'm just gonna

come clean with him.

sh**t, he's getting closer.

Thank god, he's turned off.

Well, it looks like we know

who k*lled that girl, huh?

You know that girl...

That could have been me!

Bet you you're glad I rescued ya.

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(BIRDS CAWING)

DYLAN: We will forget

about this, you know.

One day.

Eventually.

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(LIZ WHISPERS)

DYLAN: Liz, Liz.

(LIZ WHISPERS)

DYLAN: We couldn't call

the cops even if we wanted to.

(LIZ WHISPERS)

DYLAN: There's no phone

service out here anyway, right?

And we don't know where we are.

(DOG BARKING)

DYLAN: Alright, was that...?

JAY: Wolfy!

TAMMY: It's that smell again.

DYLAN: Was that Wolfy?

- (FLIES BUZZING)

- JAY: Wolfy!

- TAMMY: Oh sh*t.

- DYLAN: What're you doing?

Get the f*ck out of the way.

DYLAN: What're you doing?

- LIZ: Oh my god...

- DYLAN: Jay!

- TAMMY: Jay!

- DYLAN: Jay!

- Tammy, Tammy!

- DYLAN: Jay, Jay!

- Jesus Christ!

- DYLAN: What're you doing?

TAMMY: Jay are you okay?

JAY: I'm alright!

DYLAN: Jay!

- DYLAN: Jay?

- Last time, he disappeared...

He was gone for four f*cking hours!

TAMMY: I think we

should just wait for him.

DYLAN: Jay, can you hear me?

LIZ: What, like last time, Tammy?

When we wasted half the day?

DYLAN: Well it's either that or we can

look for him in fading light.

TAMMY: f*ck.

(FLIES BUZZING)

LIZ: Maybe we should wait in the truck.

I agree.

DYLAN: f*ck.

(ANIMALS CHITTERING)

DYLAN: Shhh, do you hear that?

LIZ: What?

(ANIMAL GROWLING)

(ANIMAL GROWLING)

DYLAN: Nah, it's

probably just a possum.

LIZ: I can smell that smell again.

Can you smell that?

(FLIES BUZZING)

DYLAN: Wind up the window.

We can't, Jay's taken the f*cking keys!

DYLAN: sh*t!

Jay, if that's you it's not funny!

LIZ: Dylan, what are we gonna do?

- Oh my god.

- DYLAN: Oh my god.

- TAMMY: What's going on?

- DYLAN: sh*t.

LIZ: Oh my god.

- DYLAN: Jay?

- LIZ: It's not funny Jay!

DYLAN: Jay?

Jay, is that you?

LIZ: What if it's not Jay?

DYLAN: Neil?

TAMMY: N-Neil is that, you?

LIZ: Who's out there?

DYLAN: Jay!

(CREATURE SHRIEKING)

LIZ: What was that?

- (CREATURE SHRIEKING)

- DYLAN: Jay?

(SCREAMING)

LIZ: Oh my god!

TAMMY: Liz, (MUMBLES)!

LIZ: Oh my god, oh my god!

TAMMY: No!

Oh my god, we need to get out of here.

TAMMY: What, what, what is it!

LIZ: Tammy, come on!

DYLAN: Get out of the car!

LIZ: Oh my god, oh my god!

(SCREAMING)

LIZ: Tammy!

Oh my god!

Dylan!

Come on, come on!

Hurry!

DYLAN: Oh my god, Jesus.

Where's Tammy?

Where is she?

DYLAN: I don't know, I

thought she was right behind us!

Tammy, Tammy!

(PANTING)

- DYLAN: Liz, shh!

- LIZ: Tammy?

- DYLAN: Listen, listen!

- Tammy, Tammy!

DYLAN: Listen, okay?

Let's hear where she is first.

It sounds like it's

coming from over there.

Tammy, Tammy?

TAMMY: Liz!

Liz, don't leave me!

There she is, there she is!

TAMMY: Please, help!

There's blood!

- Tammy!

- DYLAN: Oh my god.

Liz, wait!

(CREATURE SHRIEKING)

Oh, jeez.

Oh my god, sh*t.

- Oh sh*t!

- LIZ: Help me, help, help!

- Please!

- DYLAN: Liz!

(LIZ SHRIEKS)

DYLAN: Liz!

(SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)

DYLAN: Liz!

(CRYING IN DISTANCE)

DYLAN: Liz!

Liz!

We have to go,

- we have to go.

- DYLAN: What?

It did things to her,

Dylan, it did things to her.

DYLAN: What, who?

I don't know, I don't

know who did it or what...

We have to go, she's dead.

- She's dead, she's dead!

- DYLAN: What, listen.

We have to go!

DYLAN: Listen, listen,

there's got to be a

road up here somewhere.

Let's keep going.

We've got to keep

moving, come on, come on.

What was it?

I don't know, I don't know.

DYLAN: Was it Jay?

No, Dylan, no, he didn't do it.

It's not, I don't know what it is.

DYLAN: Okay, I'm ready to walk.

LIZ: Is that a kangaroo?

(CREATURE TRILLING)

(CREATURE TRILLING)

(CREATURE GROWLING)

(CREATURE TRILLING)

Shh, shh, shh, please, please.

DYLAN: I remember

you from the ball baths.

We saw your friend, she was...

I know, I know, I was there.

I saw her die.

(CREATURE TRILLING)

Her name's Emma, she told

me about your friend.

DYLAN: What?

Your friend.

Peter.

Him and that old bloke Hermie have been

hunting for something out here.

DYLAN: Shh.

That's how she knows about

Peter and his (MUMBLES).

DYLAN: What are you talking about?

Hermie knew that Peter

was going to come here.

DYLAN: What are you trying to say?

What I'm saying is that

he and Hermie and even Emma,

they come out here because

they're hunting for this thing.

- DYLAN: What is it, Liz?

- I've seen it, too.

LIZ: Shut the f*ck

up, shut the f*ck up.

Shut the f*ck up...

Okay, Dylan, turn the f*cking light off.

What the... What is it?

What are you looking at?

(CREATURE GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

LIZ: Dylan run!

Run, run!

(SCREAMING)

- (DYLAN CRYING)

- DYLAN: Liz?

Oh my god, Liz, Liz!

We have to go, we have

to go now, we have to go,

- okay, she's dead!

- DYLAN: Listen, listen!

- LIZ: She's f*cking dead!

- DYLAN: Stop!

- Stop, stop, stop!

- LIZ: We have to go.

DYLAN: Anything, anything.

LIZ: Tammy.

DYLAN: Surely,

surely, there's got to be

something up here.

Okay.

DYLAN: Okay, come on, come on.

LIZ: Come on!

DYLAN: Come on.

- (LIZ YELLING)

- DYLAN: Liz, Liz, Liz!

LIZ: Dylan, come on, come on!

DYLAN: Liz!

(DYLAN CRYING)

Liz!

(CROAKING)

Liz!

LIZ: Dylan, where are you?

DYLAN: Liz, Liz?

LIZ: Dylan!

- DYLAN: Liz, Liz!

- LIZ: Dylan!

Dylan, wait for me, f*ck!

DYLAN: Liz, Liz!

LIZ: f*ck!

- Dylan, help me, Dylan!

- DYLAN: Liz!

- DYLAN: Liz!

- LIZ: Help me, please.

DYLAN: Liz, give me your hand, Liz.

LIZ: Oh god!

(CREATURE TRILLING)

LIZ: Don't leave me out here, Dylan.

DYLAN: I'm so sorry.

LIZ: Please, Dylan!

Dylan!

- DYLAN: I'm so sorry.

- LIZ: Dylan, please!

Dylan, please, don't leave me out here!

(CREATURE TRILLING)

Dylan, Dylan wait!

Dylan, please!

Dylan!

(CREATURE TRILLING)

(HEAVY PANTING)

(GURGLING)

(CREATURE TRILLING)

(CREATURE SHRIEKING)

(CREATURE TRILLING)

(CREATURE GROWLING)

DYLAN: God...

(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS)

(CREATURE GROWLING)

(CREATURE SNIFFING)

(g*nsh*t)

(BARKING)

(CREATURE TRILLING)

(g*nsh*t)

(CREATURE TRILLING)

(g*nsh*t)

JAY: Hermie!

DYLAN: Jay!

Jay, I'm over here!

DYLAN: Oh sh*t.

(DOGS BARKING)

(DYLAN GROANING)

INBRED JED: Where are ya?

I know you've been knocking off me diesel.

Where are ya?

Not so funny now, you mongrel.

Where are ya?

DYLAN: Sir, I'm in trouble.

(g*nsh*t)

How about you suck on this siphon?

(g*nsh*t)

(CREATURE TRILLING)

DYLAN: Oh, sh*t.

(FLIES BUZZING)

(DYLAN GASPS)

(CREATURE SHRIEKING)

(HEAVY PANTING)

Oh my god, it's a road.

(BIRDS CAWING)

(LOUD THUMP)

(CREATURE GROWLING)

(FLIES BUZZING)

LIZ: Dylan!

(STATIC)

(BIRDS CAWING)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(STATIC)

(♪ "SO MUCH BETTER" BY DANIEL AULD)

BOB: I bet you it

belongs to those dickheads

from the ball baths.

(STATIC)

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

SUE: There's a red light

still flashing on here.

(CRASH)

(♪ "SKELETON HILL" BY RORY ELLIS)

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(♪ "PILLIGA YOWIE" BY MICK JAMES)