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(rumbling)

(ominous music)

(gentle music)

- All right, be patient, we're nearly done.

You all did well this year.

I'm proud of each of you.

You all deserve a nice Christmas holiday.

(gentle music)

Bye.

Be careful, Lucas.

Bye.

Merry Christmas.

- For you, Mr. Grant.

Merry Christmas!

(gentle music)

(children laughing)

- [John] Have you worked out what I owe you?

- It's a hell of a long drive.

You don't wanna stay one more night?

- [John] Nah, I'll be all right.

- [Barman] I'll get your receipt.

- Are you the teacher?

- Yeah.

- [Man] Leaving?

- Yep.

- Better pay?

- No, pay's about the same.

- [Man] Better kids?

- No.

- Better place?

- [Radio Presenter] Yes, and what would you do?

- [Man] Mate, give all them aim wide blokes guns.

Bring 'em out here to the camels.

Label the meat "Persian lamb" and then sell it

to fancy restaurants in Sydney for 40 bucks a kilo.

Two problems solved at once.

- [Radio Presenter] Looks like Gabby's.

? Off the wall ?

? If it just won't sing for you ?

? Gone away ?

? And there's nothing there for you to prove ?

? Oh, look what you've done ?

? You've made a fool of everyone ?

(tires crunching)

? Everyone ?

? You've made a fool of everyone ?

(crashing)

(tires screeching)

(John groaning)

(tense music)

- Shit.

Jesus.

(tense music)

(gun clicking)

(gunshot firing)

- Thought about it too much, that's your problem.

You've done a job on that.

What's your plan?

- Could you take me somewhere?

- Where you wanna go?

- I'm tryna get to Sydney.

- Well you could take your chances

hitching from the indie truck stop.

- How far is it?

- It's a bit of a drive.

I'll have to charge you the return fare,

say 400 bucks, even.

(John groaning)

Or I could take you to Bundanyabba, nice little hotel.

Vic, the mechanic, he might be able

to look over your car tomorrow.

- And how far is it to Bundanyabba?

- 10 minutes.

(tense music)

Where you from?

- [John] Leaving to Tiboonda.

- You the teacher?

Girlfriend?

- Sorry?

- Phoning your girlfriend?

Fancy bloke like you, all jeered up,

looking to get to the big smoke.

Figured you must be blue ballin'.

Wouldn't bother though.

- Why's that?

- The reception's a bit shit, since the mine

stopped paying for the booster.

Been to the Yabba before?

- No.

- You'll be thanking that roo.

Best little town on Earth.

Once you've been to the Yabba,

you never wanna leave.

(tense music)

Won't be a tick.

(knocking)

(tense music)

(John sighing)

- Hey, your meter's still running.

Look, I thought you were taking me

to the hotel, not picking up other passengers.

- What's your name, giggles?

- John Grant.

- Well John Grant, you're a bit pretty.

Thought we'd stitch you up first.

(engine igniting)

(tense music)

That'll be 35.50.

- Oi, my bags!

(door creaking)

- Did anyone teach you that roos come out at dusk?

- Someone should tell the roos that

school teachers drive at dusk.

I just wanted to get home.

(John groaning)

- Do you like it?

- Sydney?

- Teaching.

- Some days, sure.

Some days it's the slowest form of torture.

- For you, or your students?

What kind of man are you, John Grant?

- What do you mean?

Coward.

- Good to know, because we're out

of anesthetic, unless you count booze.

- I'll survive.

(gentle music)

Hi.

- Can I help you?

- Those are my bags.

I need a room.

- Do you have a reservation?

- No.

How much is a single?

- $239.

- Jesus.

No offense, but is there anywhere else in town?

- You tell me.

- [Man] To open, coming horse and Aussie, and horseman ship.

There's a full canteen all weekend,

with a pick on the spin Saturday night.

One not to be missed, with high quality bulls on offer.

(gentle music)

(ominous music)

(crowd chatting)

- Hi, can I grab a soda?

Excuse me, can I grab a soda water please?

(crowd chatting)

Can I get a soda water please?

- Sorry, mixer's down, do you want a beer?

(glass smashing)

- Get in it.

Come on, let's go!

(Luke groaning)

- How're you doing, Luke?

- [Luke] Really good, serg.

- Do you think it might be time to go home?

- Yes serg.

(Luke groaning)

(crowd chatting)

- I hit a kangaroo.

- When?

- This evening.

- Don't recall hearing about a motor vehicle accident.

What, did you kill a native animal

and not report, did you?

- No, no, I hit it, but I wasn't the one-

- Hey relax.

You might wanna report it, if you wanna make a claim.

You know those insurance pricks,

they want everything done by the book.

Hey, get us two coldies, would you, Joyce?

- I really just want something to eat and a soft drink.

- You don't want a drink?

Or you can't drink?

(bubbles fizzing)

- Well, you know, just one maybe.

(glasses clinking)

(gentle music)

(water splashing)

(John panting)

- Better get us two more of these, Joyce.

- No, no.

I really think I ought to eat something.

- Jock Crawford.

- John Grant.

- Ah, the teacher.

Weren't you driving to Sydney, were you,

when you hit that roo?

- Yeah, I'm taking up another position in Neutral Bay.

- Didn't quite adapt to country living, hey?

(John laughing gently)

- I really should eat something.

- They don't serve dinner here.

- Oh.

- [Jock] So, what do you recon to the Yabba, John Grant?

- It's classy.

- Yeah.

Yeah, we're pretty simple folk here.

Two more, thanks Joyce.

- Sergeant, I really-

- Nah, don't worry about it.

I get mine for free when I'm on the job.

Drink up, I've got something interesting to show you.

You know the Yabba, John, it's the best

little town on Earth.

(tense music)

- [Man] All right mate.

(crowd chatting)

- Yeah, that's the game in there, two up.

You know, since they pulled the pokies

out of here, with the mine in maintenance, mate,

folks have got to amuse themselves somehow.

- Is that legal?

- Legal, Christ, I don't know about that,

but if the pokies were, I'm sure that should be.

Blokes have got to let off steam.

(crowd chatting loudly)

Come on.

Let's go and have a peak, while your tea cooks.

(crowd cheering loudly)

Here you go, it's back to convict times, this.

(crowd yelling)

Know about two up, do you?

The bloke there with the green hat, he's the spinner.

- That's his bet?

- Yeah.

Those blokes around him, they're the controllers.

They collect just enough to cover the bet.

- So they're just betting on whether

the coins come up heads or tails?

- Yeah, pretty much.

Spinner has to bet heads, but otherwise, better's choice.

(crowd yelling)

- [Man] On the outside.

- Here we go.

- [Man] Come in spinner!

(crowd cheering)

- Just made like 1000 bucks.

- Yeah.

Easy game to him, easy to win, easy to lose.

Come on, let's see if your tea's ready.

(crowd shouting)

Well, I best be pushing along.

Don't do anything silly now.

- I'm not a gambler.

(crowd cheering)

(gentle music)

(water splashing)

- [Man] Place your bets, go on, place your bets.

Place your bets, place your bets.

(crowd shouting)

- Sausage raffle.

Fresh pork sausies.

One dollar a ticket.

Six for five, sir for you.

- I'll pay six.

- Six tickets for you.

(crowd chatting)

Hello handsome.

Sausie raffle.

Dollar a ticket, or six for five,

which I see you're holding right there.

- No thanks.

- Six chances for a mere fiver.

You look like an educated man,

they're very good odds.

- I don't have anywhere to cook them.

- Nowhere to cook 'em?

(Doc laughing)

You're a bit tight, sweetie.

Don't wanna part with your money, hey?

Sausie raffle.

- [Man] All right guys.

(crowd shouting)

- The pineapple on tails, mate?

- Yeah.

(crowd shouting) (tense music)

(whistling)

- Center is set.

- Go on the outside.

- Forward.

- Come in, go!

(tense music)

And she's tails.

(crowd cheering)

Who's our next spinner?

- Excuse me.

Excuse.

(tense music)

- Next tenner, we go.

- Fuck sake.

- Mate.

Knew I'd find ya.

(tense music)

(crowd shouting)

- [Man] Place your bets.

We've got heads or we've got tails.

Heads or tails, heads or tails.

(tense music)

- 100.

100 on tails.

- Wait for my call, wait for my call.

- I'll take your money, son.

- Going spinner.

(crowd shouting)

And he's tails.

(crowd cheering)

- You wanna leave that on the table?

- [John] Sure.

- Come in.

And he's tails!

(crowd chatting)

- 200 on tails.

- And he's tails.

- 400.

(dramatic music)

1000 on tails.

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

Four 20, four 40, four 60, four 80, 4100.

(John panting)

Oh John Grant, you're a clever lad.

(John panting)

- [Woman] Anywhere?

- [John] Anywhere.

- Marrakesh.

- Marrakesh?

Okay.

Why?

- The Menara Gardens, the Bahia Palace, the Medina.

Where would you go?

- I was gonna say Coffs.

(Robyn laughing)

But Marrakesh sounds okay.

(Robyn screaming)

I'll take you.

We could do Marrakesh.

- Right.

I forgot how well first year teachers got paid.

(Robyn laughing)

(tense music)

- I need another spinner.

You.

You!

(crowd shouting)

What's your bet, mate?

What's your bet?

- [Woman] Spinner.

- Come on! - Tails.

- [Man] Come on mate, what's your bet?

- 4100.

- Neat.

- Go get it!

- On tails.

On tails!

- Spinners always bets heads.

4100.

- [Man] 1500.

500.

- Hey wait, wait.

- Hey, a bet's a bet.

Center is set.

- [Man] Center is set.

We're good on the outside.

Here we go.

Come in spinner.

(gentle music)

(coins banging)

And we get her.

- No throw.

No spin.

- Get the kip above your head.

Above your head.

Come on mate, get 'em above your head.

- Above your head.

- Above your head.

- [John] All right, all right.

- [Man] Get on with it.

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

Let's go, go.

We're live, we're good on the outside.

We're good in the center.

Come on in spinner.

(gentle music)

(coins banging)

(tense music)

Do you wanna have another bet, mate?

Mate!

Another bet.

Come on mate, another spin?

(man laughing)

On you go then.

Who's gonna come in the ring?

Who's our next spinner?

(crowd shouting "Off")

(tense music)

(John panting)

(crowd shouting)

- $1000.

- 1000 on what, pal?

- Tails.

- All right.

- Center is safe.

(crowd shouting)

- Come in spinner.

(tense music)

And he has heads!

(crowd cheering)

(tense music)

- You done, are ya?

You done?

- I reached my daily limit.

- (sighs) What a pain.

I could spot you a bit?

- (sighs) I couldn't.

- [Mick] Say 500?

- Would ya?

- You look honest enough.

(crowd shouting)

- [Man] 500 on heads, 500 on heads.

- I'll take that!

- Sweet mate.

You're on tails.

(tense music)

- [Man] And he has heads.

(crowd cheering)

(tense music)

- Shit.

Has anyone seen.

Hey, my wallet.

Has anyone seen.

Has anyone seen my wallet?

My wallet, have you seen my wallet?

(tense music)

(crowd cheering)

(crowd shouting)

- God.

- Grant, isn't it?

John Grant.

I'll be needing that 500 back, John Grant.

- Yeah, I'll get it for you in the morning.

- Okay.

But there'll be interest on it in the morning.

It'll be $1000 tomorrow.

- What?

- It doubles, like two up.

Tomorrow 500 becomes 1000,

the day after, 1000 becomes two, and so on.

You understand?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

How will I find you?

(knocking)

(banging)

- Mr. John Grant?

Check out time was 10 o'clock.

- Can I have a late checkout?

- You need to arrange late checkout the night before.

- Jesus.

Can I have a shower?

- Five minutes.

(tense music)

(water trickling)

- [John] Has anyone seen.

Has anyone seen my wallet?

(tense music)

- Wednesday.

- Well that's what my credit union said.

They're sending replacement cards, and it'll take

a few days, because we're in the middle of nowhere.

(John laughing)

They said I can get emergency cash

from the post office on Monday.

That's just like two days?

- Then you can come back in like two days,

pay your minibar bill, and rent a room off me then.

- Come on.

Isn't this the Abba?

Isn't this the best little town on Earth?

Hi, that's my car.

Yeah, listen, I'm not sure if I want

it fixed, or whether I'll sell it for scrap.

It depends, yeah.

Is there a bus that goes to Sydney?

(Vic groaning)

- Sydney bus left seven this morning.

- Right.

When's the next one?

- Seven next Sunday morning.

- Shit.

How much will it cost to fix the car?

(Vic groaning)

- I know.

That's when roos come out.

(John laughing gently)

Vic will work out a price.

(gentle music)

- Could I get a glass of water, please?

- Water's off, love.

If you wanna stay, you have to order.

- Okay, a Coke?

- Soft drinks are warm, fridge is down.

- Do you have ice?

- Ice?

Sure.

Maybe a slice of lemon, a little straw and an umbrella?

(patrons laughing)

- Just do me your local, thanks.

(tense music)

(John panting)

- Good to know, because we're out of anesthetic,

unless you count booze.

- [Sergeant] Big night, John?

- No.

Why?

- You better get us a couple more of these, Joyce.

- I can't afford to buy you a drink, sergeant.

- Well I'm buying you a drink, John.

All you gotta do is say thank you.

- Thank you.

- So why can't you afford a drink?

You had plenty of dosh last night.

- I think my wallet might have been stolen last night.

- Stolen?

In the hotel?

- No.

From the RSL, that you took me to.

- Well that sounds really serious, indeed.

Are you intending on reporting this crime?

- Is there any point reporting it?

- Hey Joe, Mickey.

- Serg, Sandy.

- [Sergeant] Do you want a coldie?

- Why not?

- Hey Joyce, get us another couple, would you love?

This is John Grant, he's a school teacher in Tiboonda.

John Grant recons he got his wallet stolen,

at the RSL last night.

- No.

Not in the Yabba.

- No, not in the Yabba.

- The cleaner found this at the RSL,

behind the pot plant, next to the ATM.

- Yeah, things operate a bit different here, John.

Blokes do drink a little, end of the week,

end of the year, why not?

Bloody hot, you can't change that.

If a bloke does drink, he needs

to be able to handle himself, you know?

Not start throwing accusations around.

While I can turn a blind eye to the odd

small indiscretion, when someone starts

taking advantage of our good nature, I won't look away.

- I'm sorry, Jock.

- Oh, no cash.

Was it stolen?

You can get this bloke another hair

of the dog, if he needs it, Joyce.

Joe.

Hey Mickey, take care of the shoulder, hey?

- This is him.

- This is him.

- 1000, right?

(Mickey groaning)

- See Joe, told you a teacher would have

to have a good memory.

- Is there an ATM here?

- That way.

- Hey Joe.

- [Joe] Good day, mate.

How are ya?

(tense music)

- Fuck.

(Joe laughing)

- Yeah, right.

(tense music)

(John panting)

Listen, not nice teacher.

My Mick lends you money, and now you're running away.

- Joe!

Let him go.

- He was running.

He was running away!

- It's okay, you found him.

We let him go.

We see what he has to say, okay?

(tense music)

- The banks canceled my cards.

- Look around ya.

Where did you think you were gonna go?

- Teacher needs a lesson.

(both laughing)

- [Mick] Teacher needs a lesson.

- Oh hello Jaffries.

Big day?

- Not looking for us, are ya, Tim?

- No.

No, no, no.

Nothing to worry about.

- We're just having a sneaky cig with our new friends.

- Those things will kill you.

Tim Hynes.

- John Grant.

- John Grant?

- John was the teacher at Tiboonda.

- (laughs) Yes, the teacher.

You do know that roos come out at dusk.

(John laughing gently)

What are we baking out here for?

Coming in for a coldie?

Am I interrupting something?

I can leave you all to it.

- No.

- No. - No.

- We've had our chat.

Joe and I need to go, things to do.

Tomorrow it's two grand.

- So, it's just you and me, Mr Chips.

(both laughing)

Joyce.

- Just, I can't.

- What?

Don't you drink?

- No, I just can't afford to shout you a round,

my bank cards are playing up.

- What sort of mug do you take me for?

(Tim laughing)

Don't worry, I asked you for a drink, John.

Here's to teaching, the world's oldest profession.

- I think that's.

- Tiboonda, do you love it?

- It's got nothing on the Yabba.

What did he find?

- Will you understand if I tell you?

- Hey, of course.

- Okay, well your left tire rod arm,

your lower control arm bush need replacing.

Steering arm bellows is split.

Radiator needs brazing.

Lower locator needs to be rewelded.

And your sump's cracked, so he's going

to try and seal it with some epoxy metal.

- Okay, great.

How much?

- 1800.

- How soon?

- We'll let you know.

- Victor will do a sterling job.

So what's your plan now?

- Well, Tim, this may seem forward-

- A year in Tiboonda.

Not much to do in Tiboonda.

Can't even drink.

You married?

- No.

- Gay?

- No.

- Not a gambler, are you?

(John laughing)

- Listen Tim, by Wednesday-

- You are a man with an appetite.

Let's finish these.

- So Tim, I was thinking-

- You know what I was thinking?

I was thinking, when's this bright

young man gonna ask me what I do?

- What do you do, Tim?

- John, I make dreams come true.

- Well that's good, because I could

definitely do with a bit of help-

- Advice.

- What?

- That's our sporting complex.

Tennis courts, skate park, pool.

You can't use the pool just at the moment,

but it's top notch.

I was like you once John, young man

with the world at my feet.

- And talking of the world, Tim-

- And I fell in love, and I don't mean

just with my wife Ursula, bless her.

No, no, no, I fell in love with the Yabba.

I got married here, I started a business here,

had a beautiful daughter.

She really is beautiful, I'm not just saying that,

she is beautiful.

The Yabba's been good to me.

It could be good to you too.

I'd like others to share in my good fortune.

- That's great to hear, because.

- It's a buyers market at the moment.

A perfect time to buy.

That's a beautiful house, built in the Boon.

Stone bench tops, ducted air con.

- Tim, the thing is, I've accepted a job in Sydney.

- Investment property.

Terrific little owner.

- With the mine shut down-

- No!

It's in maintenance mode, that's all.

A bit of a down turn, sure, but things will pick up.

You mark my words.

We're home.

Come in.

Ursula.

This is John Grant, the teacher from Tiboonda.

- Was.

Hi.

- Was. (laughing)

Nice to meet you, John.

- Kangaroo.

- Oh. (laughing)

Yes, so I heard.

Can I have a word?

Told me you weren't going to bring anymore.

(Tim muttering)

For God sake.

(beer splattering)

(gentle music)

- I'm sorry.

You're their daughter.

- Why are you here?

- Your dad invited me.

Hey, look I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude.

- And yet here you are.

- Well there you are.

Look at you two, mates already.

You coming in, John?

- [John] Sure.

(tense music)

- [Tim] You look thirsty, John.

- You hungry, John?

- [Tim] Of course he's hungry.

- [Woman] What do you think?

- [Man] Seems nice.

- [Ursula] Someone special?

- Sorry?

- Do you have a girlfriend?

- What's her name?

- Robyn.

- [Ursula] Lovely.

- You know what, I think Robyn

would be very impressed if you return

to Sydney with a little property portfolio.

- Well actually on that topic of houses,

and jobs, and money (laughs).

Funny thing Tim, I actually, I lost my wallet,

and I canceled my. (knocking)

- [Tim] Excuse me.

Doc.

Yep.

(tense music)

- Ursula.

Janette.

Hello there.

- Have a seat, Doc.

- Timothy.

- It's Christmas.

Couldn't sell them last night?

- Oh no, no, no, they're fresh,

and I only sell the tickets, Tim, I don't bet.

I know how you feel about gambling.

- Have a beer.

- Really?

- Thank you Tim.

And who have we here?

- [Tim] This is John Grant, Doc.

He was the teacher at Tiboonda.

He's on his way back to Sydney.

- Well, distracted by the Yabba.

It's sights, it's sounds, it's nightlife.

- I'm surprised to see you here Evan,

especially this time of year.

- Janette.

- Well the rent was due this week,

and I thought why not pay my dues in person.

And why not show that this time of year

means as much to me, as anyone.

- Sorry timing's off, I scraped the bottom.

I'll be in the kitchen.

- Tiboonda, that's a dry town, isn't it, John?

No booze.

- That's right.

- Which makes the Yabba such a nice change.

Lots of beer, hospitable people, beautiful women.

Why would you want to go back to Sydney?

- The only problem with Yabba is if you make

a mistake around here, eventually everyone knows.

- Steady, soldier.

- Sorry.

May I use your bathroom?

- In the hall, second on the left.

(tense music)

(water splashing)

(crowd jeering)

- They like you.

- Yeah, that's good.

(tense music)

- Come on.

Still here?

Just gonna show John Grant the roses.

- Well, you're in for a treat.

- They're beautiful.

Your mother planted them?

- She hardly even waters them.

Hardly any water.

And yet they're still alive.

How can you leave your kids in Tiboonda?

- I guess I'm just ready to move on.

- Are you?

(gentle music)

(both panting)

(water splashing)

(tense music)

- John, what have you done?

(John coughing)

- Wow.

- What do you recon?

Spectacular, hey?

- Want a lift?

- No, I need to ask your dad something.

- Fine.

- No, Christ.

- Christmas cheer.

A little toast, and then we'll talk business.

- Yeah, okay, good idea.

Good idea.

- To the Yabba.

- To the Yabba.

- Yeah, to Yabba.

Now Tim.

- Have a seat.

- Of course.

Listen Tim, I have to ask you a small favor.

- Let's start with this one, John.

- Listen, look you know I have a steady job in Sydney.

- Yes John, you have a steady income.

- Exactly, that's right, a steady income.

I was wondering, if you could spare me

a small loan of $1000.

(Doc laughing)

- That's to offset the four grand

you lost in two up last night.

(Doc laughing gently)

- Two up?

Are you going to buy a house here, John?

- No, no Tim, I'm not.

- You'd best leave.

(tense music)

- Sorry, did I spoil something?

Never mind, tomorrow's a new day.

- You fucking asshole.

(crowd laughing)

(Robyn laughing)

(tense music)

- There, beside you.

(Doc laughing)

Better out than in.

- What the fuck?

- Yes, I took the liberty of washing your clothes.

You were a little bit messy last night,

over yourself and me.

- What are you talking about?

- You didn't seem to mind.

(John groaning) (rattling)

(tense music)

- What the fuck did you do to me?

- What did I do to you?

Not very comfortable with yourself, are you John?

Don't worry, I used to be picky too.

The Yabba cures you of that.

- Yeah, bullshit.

Bullshit, you're fucking with me

because you like her yourself, don't you?

Janette.

- Like her?

You arrogant little prick.

You're just stumbling through life, aren't you?

No fucking idea how lucky you are.

Maybe that's why you and I met, we're so alike.

- We're not alike.

I'm not lucky.

- Hey, hey, hey, sit down before you fall over.

Bloody idiot.

- Where are my things?

- There you go.

Your phone's dead.

- And my other thing.

- A man about to be engaged, engaging in strange dalliances.

- Fuck off, mind your own business.

- [Doc] Come on, don't be like that.

Here.

- Shit, no.

- Come on, hair of the dog, it actually works.

Trust me, I'm a doctor.

- You're not a doctor.

- No, you're right, I'm not.

But have it anyway.

Come on.

And here, take some of these.

- What are those?

- It's basically aspirin.

(John gasping)

- What time is it?

- Little bit after four.

- Four?

I gotta get out of here.

- And go where?

To see the redoubtable Sergeant Crawford?

You don't have a brass rose here,

he'll lock you up for vagrancy.

(sighs) John, Jesus John.

You think you can keep secrets out here.

(Doc laughing)

You see, the heat boils them up,

until we can't hold them any longer.

And so then what do we do?

We drink, don't we?

And the mistakes that we make

are still there when we wake up.

And we can hope that things are gonna change,

we can hope that they're gonna get better, but they don't.

Not out here, John.

Nothing changes out here, not on its own.

Only we can change it, you and me.

- You're fucking nuts.

(Doc laughing)

This whole place is fucking nuts.

(water splashing)

(gentle music)

- What the hell are you doing?

- Nothing.

Are you here for me?

Because I'd love to get out of here.

- Really?

'Cause every time I see you,

you're burrowing into people's lives.

Asking my parents for money, what's wrong with you?

- No, it's not like that.

- Why are you here?

What have you being doing with Evan?

- Wait!

Fuck.

Hey.

Hey.

Can I get that lift?

- Walk it off.

- Hey look, I'm sorry about last night, okay?

After the.

- We have enough problems, John.

(tense music)

- Hey, here they are.

- Shit.

Shit.

- What the fuck is that little shit doing here?

How the fuck did you find him?

(tense music)

John.

- I can get your money.

- Hop in.

- Okay.

- Put in a good word for you, John.

- You owe us money.

Here's your chance to work it off.

- What have I gotta do?

- You've gotta hop in.

(tense music)

(dog growling)

(dog barking)

You look worried.

Here.

Come here.

(Joe laughing)

(John coughing)

Righto.

You two, stay here.

(dog barking)

Cut it out, Boody.

- What the fuck are we doing here?

(dog growling)

(dog barking)

Doc?

(tense music)

Doc?

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

- What are you doing?

- What?

I followed you.

- Mick said to stay.

- What's going on?

I told you two to stay put.

- John came back here, caught him snooping around.

- Go back and get ready.

(tense music)

Snooping?

- No, Boody charged me.

I came back in here to get away.

- What did you see?

- Nothin'.

- Nothin'.

You don't like doing what you're told, do ya?

Mister teacher.

- No, I'll do what I'm told.

- Too right you will.

Block one nostril.

(John sniffing)

(Mick sniffing)

Getting a good look, are ya, John?

(gun clicking)

(Mick groaning)

- Are we going shooting?

- You're one clever guy.

Been shot before, teach?

- What?

- You shot before?

- [Joe] Come on Boods.

(dog barking)

- Rabbits.

- Not shooting rabbits tonight.

- You've gotta get me out of here.

- It's too late, John.

(dog growling)

(dramatic music)

(tense music)

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