01x05 - Rome

Episode transcripts for the TV miniseries "Wolf Creek". Aired: May 2016 to December 2017.*
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"Wolf Creek" follows 19-year-old Eve, an American tourist targeted by the crazed serial k*ller, who survives his att*ck and embarks on a mission of revenge.
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01x05 - Rome

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(DARK MUSIC)

Song: ♪ Who k*lled cock robin? ♪
♪ Who k*lled cock robin? ♪
♪ I, said the sparrow ♪
♪ With my little bow and arrow ♪
♪ It was I ♪
♪ Oh, it was I ♪
♪ Who saw him die? ♪
♪ Who saw him die? ♪
♪ I, said the fly ♪
♪ With my little eye ♪
♪ It was I ♪
♪ Oh, it was I ♪

(BIRD CAWS AND WIND BLOWS)

(SIGHS)

(VEHICLE APPROACHES)

Hello, mate. You need a lift?

No, thanks.

We're going to Rome. Where are you heading?

Nowhere.

(LAUGHS) Oh, mate, it's a fair stroll to anywhere from here.

I'm good.

(LAUGHS) What?!

What do we gotta do? Pick you up and chuck you in the back?

Man 2: Come on, buddy. Come on!

Man 1: Oi, mate... get this into ya.

♪ ♪

Sinking a coldie with us?

No. Gotta find someone.

(MUSIC PLAYS)

(CHATTER)

My shout.

G'day, Angie.

Take a seat, Billy.

Someone will take your order.

Oh, no, I was just... was just maybe thinking, thought about what I said, maybe grabbing dinner one night?

I work nights, Billy.

Don't be a smart-arse. Your job is to make 'em feel like a king.

All right.

Hey, Ange. Bloke who's stalking you is in the bar asking after you.

Big hat, check shirt, ugly?

Is he asking by name?

Description. Skinny blonde, Yank.

She's Canadian, you moron.

Same difference.

You didn't say anything, did you?

No. Of course not.

What exactly did you say?

Nothing.

Alls you had to do is say there's no girl like that working here.

You got a big mouth, Desiree. Matches your arse.

(LOUD CHATTER FROM PATRONS)

Is that the bloke?

You want me to get him facing this way?

Let me, Ange. At least I won't give him your name and number.

How are we doing?

Ordering lunch today?

I recommend the schnitzel.

Are you American?

Canadian.

It's kinda hard to tell the difference, isn't it?

Yeah.

I'll just have... the schnitzel.

Whole five bucks. Lucky me.

(MAN CHUCKLES)

Owner: Didn't I just say to you treat 'em like a king?

Emperor.

Man 2: Barkeep!

A jar of your best gut-rot!

A bottle of rotgut for Jesus.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY AND SIGHS EXASPERATEDLY)

"Benjamin Mitchell. 26 years old in 1999. A man presented to the Emergency Department with multiple injuries. Wounds to both forearms were consistent with his statement he had been held prisoner and crucified."

(DOOR OPENS)

Woman: That shower block oughta be condemned.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hey, um... that guy who was at the bar?

Raggedy, with the scars?

You mean the one they call Jesus?

Yeah.

What about him?

Where does he live?

Humpy out bush somewheres?

Don't know what he does. Just drinks, I guess.

We only see him once in a blue moon.

Why?

I just thought he was strange.

Wow.

(LAUGHS)

Eve: Is that it?

Woman: Mm-hm.

Wow. I love it.

Me too!

But it's seven grand.

But you earn a grand a week in tips.

If that's the one you love, you should do it.

You know what you always say.

It's the biggest day in a girl's life! (LAUGHS)

Oh, you're right.

You are right.

Hey. I just had the coolest idea.

Chief bridesmaid.

Really?

Mm-hm.

Eve: Me?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(DOG BARKS IN THE DISTANCE)

(GRUNTS)

(BLOWS)

Come on.

(GROANS)

(SQUELCHING AND BONES BREAKING)

f*ck!

(GROANS LOUDLY)

(GROANS)

(SHOUTS IN PAIN)

(SCREAMS LOUDLY)

(SCREAM ECHOES)

(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)

I don't date customers, Billy. I'd lose my job.

Look, let me... I'll just square it with the manager.

Billy, I'm not into guys.

(CLATTER)

Man: Jesus!

Billy: Sorry. Sorry.

(MAN SIGHS)

Man: Don't worry about it. Walked in worse.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

(DOOR OPENS)

Was it him?

Yeah, I don't think he recognised me, though.

What are ya gonna do? Go to the cops?

Yeah?

(SNIFFS) Yeah.

Make sure he doesn't leave?

(RADIO PLAYS COUNTRY MUSIC)

(SLURPS)

♪ ♪

(TENSE MUSIC)

(STARTS ENGINE)

6RD 2... 10.

(QUICKLY) 6RD 210.

(SLOWLY) 6RD 210.

sh*t!

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(CLANGING FROM MICK'S VEHICLE)

(EXHALES)

(EVE BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

(CHUCKLES)

Yum!

(MUSIC AND CHATTER)

(CHILD SQUEALS OUTSIDE)

Guest 1: .. absolutely loves it. So I take her on Wednesdays...

Guest 2: Yeah.

Guest 1: .. straight after kindy...

Guest 2: Yeah.

(BACKGROUND PARTY CHATTER)

Talking cars. You?

Breast versus bottle and when you start them on solids.

(MOBILE BUZZES)

Hang on.

It's all right.

Hello?

Eve: It's me.

Where are you?

Who is it?

Can't talk. I've got his plate number.

Say again, Omaha?

I got the plate number off his truck. Write it down.

6... RD... 210.

What, you reckon you found him?

I found him.

Did he see you?

I don't know.

Christ. Just give me your number.

(DOOR OPENS)

I'll call you back in 30.

Just run it for me, all right?

No-one comes in here. Out.

Dimitri? Hey, it's Sullivan Hill here.

I'm gonna need you to run a trace on my mobile in a second for me.

Great. And I'm gonna need you to run a rego plate for me.

(MOBILE BUZZES)

Yeah.

Your plates are registered to a Mary Elizabeth Humperson.

She's 83 years old.

Car was stolen in Cottesloe, Perth, February 2012.

Sorry.

Yeah.

Hey, um, I'm sorry about Opalville, about running out on you.

You're worried about me, I know.

Yeah.

I just don't want to open a newspaper and read about another m*rder.

It's nice to hear your voice.

(MOBILE BEEPS)

Yours too.

(MUSIC, CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)

Going somewhere?

Yeah.

An old case just come back and bit me.

When you be home?

I'm not sure.

Kirsty: My dad always said there's one case you take to the grave.

♪ ♪

(SIGHS)

♪ ♪

Eve?

Unbelievable.

(DOOR OPENS)

Dirty bastard!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oh! Oh, f*ck!

What were you doing?

Stealing our knickers to wank in 'em?

I'm a cop!

You're a stalker.

Eh, no...

Detective Sergeant Sullivan Hill.

(GROANS)

(EXHALES)

Hi.

Wait a sec.

You two are friends?

No.

Yes.

sh*t! (LAUGHS)

(SULLIVAN GROANS)

Can I have my bat back, please?

Thank you.

(SULLIVAN GROANS)

(WOMEN LAUGH)

(GROANS)

Boy: This is me top spinner!

Run! Run!

(GASPS)

(CHILDREN CHEER)

Boy: Come on, run!

(EVE LAUGHS)

What are you gonna do when you find him?

Gonna put a b*llet in his gut like you did that bikie?

That was an accident.

(KIDS CALL OUT)

Boy: Catch it!

Sullivan laughs: Hey! Catch.

Gotta have a bat now.

Boy: Lucky!

Eve: What do I do? I don't know this game.

Boy: Come on, Gary.

Eve: Like that?

Sorry.

About clobbering you before.

Didn't know you two are hooked up.

We're not.

Eve: Yeah, I'm ready.

(KIDS CALL OUT)

sh*t! (CLAPS)

Boy: Run! Run, run!

I'm not scared of him anymore.

You should be.

Should be dead.

You just need to get home while you still can.

If I don't stop him, he's gonna keep on k*lling.

He's been k*lling people since before you were born.

Catching him's my job.

Anyway, just catching him's no good.

Chances are he'll walk, even with an eyewitness.

I know how it goes.

It's a good spot for a graveyard.

You can bury me there.

(EVE LAUGHS)

There's only one other option, isn't there?

We can take him down together.

You're the bait. I'm the trap.

When we're done, we disappear.

Why are you doing this for me?

♪ ♪
(EVE SIGHS AND SNIFFS)

Will you take Dog back?

Yeah.

What?

I'm glad you're here.

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, me too.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(PHONE RINGS AT OTHER END)

(ANOTHER CAR'S ENGINE STARTS)

Eve: Hey, mister! Jesus? Hey!

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Police!

Show me your hands now!

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(GROANS)

(Kn*fe STABS AND TWISTS)

(GROANS)

Are you lookin' for me?

You're under arrest, you f*ckin' prick.

(STABS AGAIN)

(PULLS Kn*fe OUT)

Argh!

Welcome to Mick's world.

(SULLIVAN GROANS)

(GROANS AGAIN)

(GROANS AND PANTS)

(TURNS OFF ENGINE)

(APPLIES HANDBRAKE)

(KNOCKS)

Hello?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

What do you want?

(GASPS)

I just... I just wanna talk.

My name's Eve.

Are you the man they call Jesus?

"And on the third day, he rose again."

You were crucified... right?

Who did that to you?

Who... who crucified you?

Pontius Pilate. Read your Bible.

What were you called before Jesus?

Do you remember?

Strung him up like a lamb, he did.

Hammered nails through poor old Ben's living flesh.

Who did that to you, Ben?

Helped Ben and his pals out when they broke down.

Hitched up his truck and...

Truck?

.. towed 'em back to his place.

What colour was his truck?

Blue.

Yeah. Baby blue.

Offered food and drink.

(CHUCKLES)

"Rainwater from the Top End," he said.

What was his name?

Don't remember nothing else.

What about where he lives?

Nothing but nails.

What about this? Does he live here?

He lives in here.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Be careful.

He likes to play games, this fella.

And he don't play fair.

♪ ♪

Hey, boy.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(EVE SOBS)

Eve: Excuse me, sir?

(WHISPERED) Excus... excuse me, sir?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(SNIFFS)

What... what's happening?

Eve: I'm leaving.

Ann-Marie: What? Why? Where's Sullivan?

I don't know. He's gone.

I need you to do two favours for me.

Ann-Marie: What... what do you mean?

Ann-Marie: Why has he gone?

The first one is, you know my stalker?

I need you to tell him where I am.

What... what?

You know the old graveyard?

It's about 20 miles west. Tell him I'm there.

Ann-Marie: Oh, but... I don't...

Eve: Be subtle about it.

Ann-Marie: I don't get all of this...

Eve: Don't let him know that I told... you to tell him.

Ann-Marie: Why?

The other thing is, I can't take him.

Why not?

So, um... I just can't.

Keep him locked up. Keep him safe. Keep him inside.

That's it. All right. Thanks.

Uh-huh... I don't even get a hug?

You are gonna be at my wedding in May, right?

Yep.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(VEHICLE DRIVES OFF)

(MUSIC, CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)

It'll be expensive. Do you want a*mo with that?

Yeah.

How much?

Everything you've got.

How much for a dog trap?

What do you want one of them buggers for?

I got a problem with vermin.

Man: 50?

Eve: Cents?

Man chuckles: Dollars.

Is it cheaper if I buy the lot?

You must have a shitload of vermin.

Just one.

♪ ♪

(FENCE CREAKS OPEN)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

(INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

Eve: "Dear Dad. I'm taking a minute to write to you now because I don't know if I'll be able to later. I just want you to know I'm sorry for screwing everything up. All I ever wanted was to make you proud. To see the smile on your face. To know you loved me. 'Cause I love you. I don't know if I'm doing the right thing. It's crazy. I know that. But I'm out of options, Dad. I'll see you soon. Pray for me."

(DARK MUSIC BUILDS)

(DARK MUSIC CONTINUES)

(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)

(WIND WHISTLES)

Ginger: Go, go, go! Josh!

Get ya f*ckin' head down!

(TRAP SNAPS)

(SCREAMS)

f*ck! Argh! (GROANS)

sh*t!

(GROANS)

f*ck it! Bitch!

(GINGER SCREAMS)

Beard whispers: Cover me, with this.

(TWO g*nshots)

sh**t that bitch!

Come on, boys! Get in!

(g*nsh*t)

Get down!

(SEVERAL g*nshots)

(GINGER SCREAMS AND GROANS)

(g*nf*re)

You're f*ckin' dead!

sh*t! You bitch!

(g*nf*re FROM MEN)

(MEN CALL OUT)

(g*nf*re)

(SHOUTS)

You bitch!

(g*nf*re)

Oh!

(BEARD) Take her out!

(g*nshots)

(g*nf*re)

Take that bitch down! Round the back! Round the back! Move!

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(MAN SHOUTS)

(expl*si*n)

(sh**t TWICE)

Oh, Jesus! sh*t!

Peek-a-f*ckin'-boo!

What did my family ever do to you?

Well, now you've got five seconds to think about that.

One.

(EVE GASPS)

Two.

(BEARD GROANS)

Ginger: Three.

Look at me.

Four.

(g*nf*re)

(GINGER SCREAMS)

(GINGER SCREAMS)

(g*nf*re)

Where's that comin' from?

Ginger: Jesus!

(GINGER PANTS AND SCREAMS)

Beardy! Beardy!

Beard: I can't, Ginge!

Beardy: Move!

Ginger: Beardy! (PANTS)

Johnny? Oh, sh*t.

Seven years.

Johnny!

Seven f*ckin' years I did for you!

Good to see ya. What the f*ck happened to your mitt?

And I had your back.

Who are you working for?

And you left me to f*ckin' rot in there.

Who would know what the f*ck you say.

I never would've let you hang.

Ginger: Don't do this.

Johnny. Don't f*ckin' do this.

Johnny, don't! f*ck you're dead!

(g*nf*re)

Argh!

Ginger: Johnny... Johnny, I'm sorry. I'm f*ckin' sorry.

Piss off.

I'm f*ckin' sorry.

Now.

Okay.

I'm goin', Johnny.

Get outta here!

(GINGER GROANS)

(GINGER GROANS)

Eve.

I told you we'd cross paths.

They'll be back. Let's get outta here.

♪ ♪

(GINGER GROANS)

(SIGHS)

Why didn't you do it?

Why didn't you sh**t him?

Ginger?

You said it yourself.

Never going to bring back the dead.

And you're never gonna even it up.

It's never gonna be what it used to be.

My guy's not like Ginger.

He hurts people for fun.

And he's not gonna stop unless I stop him.

He k*lled my family.

k*lled my mother, my father, my little brother.

This is his b*llet.

Came right here, and they cut it out through there.

There's nothing else I can do while he's out there.

Hey.

Don't cry.

Hey. It's okay.

I can't.

You're not gonna b*at this guy.

You're not gonna b*at him, no matter what happens.

Sullivan might still be alive.

Oh, come on, Eve!

He hasn't k*lled him yet. I'd know.

Right.

What, so... so he's made an exception for you?

Just get out.

(LAUGHS) Come on. Get out?

Get out!

(JOHNNY SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(WHIMPERS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

(DARK MUSIC)

(CHAINS RATTLE)

(DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN)

(CHILLING MUSIC)

(BIRD CAWS OUTSIDE)

Where's the g*ns?

Where's the g*ns?! Where are the f*cking g*ns?

sh*t!

f*ck!

(SIGHS EXASPERATEDLY)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
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