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- Rachel.

- You know,

we used to have a word for punks like you,

little shits who'd come into basic,

swinging their dicks around like they owned us,

owned the world,

headshots.

We called them headshots.

You'd call 'em that to their face

and they'd laugh and smile

like it was some kind of compliment or something.

Like they were sharp shooters.

It wasn't 'cause of that.

Headshots.

It's 'cause after two weeks of basic training,

they'd want to take a rifle,

put it in their mouth

and blow their fucking brains out.

Course none of 'em had the guts to do it.

Well, most of them didn't.

Most of them would just go home crying to mommy.

Leave the killing to us.

Those it didn't drop out,

a headshot that made it through basic training,

oh, that's your perfect soldier.

That's the sort of cunt who kept following orders

way after they made sense anymore.

So listen here, headshot.

This is something that you're not gonna survive

and you're not gonna be able to go home crying to mommy.

- Rachel.

Oh.

Come on baby, come on.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

Oh, no, fuck, fuck,

fuck, fuck.

Fuck.

Help!

Help!

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

I'm gonna get help.

Okay.

Fuck.

Fuck.

East.

North.

- Oh, shut up will ya!

I said fucking shut up.

- Help.

- Am I supposed to know you?

- Please, you gotta help me.

- My land, my rules.

That sign saying no trespassing is pretty clear.

I bet you left me fucking gate open.

- My wife, she's--

- She's in the car, right?

Let me guess.

You's hit a roo and now she's totaled.

Call the tow and fuck off.

- We were attacked!

Some fucking guy, he beat us and she.

- I got me sick mum inside.

I can't have you bringing your troubles here to me.

- He's dead!

Fuck, I think I killed him.

- Well now.

Aren't you a tough cunt.

- Can you help me?

- Your missus, she no good?

- She didn't make it.

- All right, better come inside.

Say hello to me mom.

Be polite.

We don't have guests around much.

- Thank you, whatever you say.

- "Whatever you say",

I like that.

Yeah, just grab yourself a water.

City cunts.

- What's the gun for?

- Some maniac fucks you up

and you want me to go without a gun?

- I told you he's dead.

- Who's to say

there ain't someone else?

Come on, mate.

She's open.

Old man Keegan's place is down this way.

What brings you out here?

- Just a bad decision.

- You can say that, all right.

So I'm guessing you and the missus

get away for the weekend.

You like country?

Lee Kernaghan?

John Williams?

Slim, you heard of him?

- I don't like Slim.

- Sounds like your old man's a smart bloke.

- Hey mate.

There ain't nothing in there for you.

Nothing you haven't already seen.

You wanna wait here, I won't think any less of ya.

- I'll kill him.

I'll fucking kill him.

I'll fucking kill him!

You, you little cunt.

Because of you, my baby brother's in there dead.

My baby brother.

- You should never have come here.

You don't belong.

Go already.

You hear me.

I can't fucking handle life!

Keep quiet and don't talk.

Or I'm gonna hurt you worse.

Bet it was easy for you, yeah?

Sticking my little brother like that.

He wasn't bad.

He was a good kid.

A patriot.

He had his demons.

But he loved his mom and us.

Then they took,

took his innocence,

took his smile.

Mom thought he was out.

Thought he'd made it.

And they just kicked him to the curb

when they're done with him.

It's not his fault.

It's not

his

fault what happened.

Aint none of it

his fault.

For that

you're gonna suffer.

You think your world is dark now?

For all my little brother was,

he was the best us.

The innocent

become broken.

I was born broken.

I was born sick.

But out here,

we believe

an eye

for an eye.

See this dead bitch?

That's the last thing you're ever gonna see.

- No wait,

wait!

Wait!

No, no!

Please.

Oh my fucking god.

Oh my fucking god.

- Actually, I change my mind.

The last thing you're ever gonna see

is my ugly fucking face.

Can you hear me?

Let me get one thing straight.

This is just the beginning.

- Hello?

Hello?

Help me.

Are you with anyone?

Are you with anyone?

Are you with anyone?

It's just you.

You know,

when I was a boy,

there was this,

this house

on top of a hill

where we used to say

that a man lived there

who kidnapped little boys

that go too close.

Kids at school

called him a pedophile.

Now,

I don't know if that,

what that meant at the time,

I knew it was bad.

It was a

kind of a rite of passage,

run up that hill,

knock on that door.

You were scared.

You did it anyway.

Everyone did.

Truth is

no one lived in that place for

ages.

It didn't matter.

When it was my turn,

I climb up that hill.

And knock on that door.

Heard something inside.

Pissed my pants right there and then.

Then I ran down that hill, like that hill,

it was,

it was the most terrified

I'd ever been.

What I'd give

to be there right now.

Come on boy.

Fuck.

Come on.

I'll let you over.

Boy?

Come on.

Fuck.

Boy?

Boy?

Where are you?

Come back.

Don't leave me.

Don't leave me you fucking mutt.

Fuck!

Help!

Help!

Rachel.

Rachel.

- Wait!

- Fucking come on!

- That's six mate.

Think you got something over me?

Come all the way out here.

What were you thinking?

Just wanna piss me off, I guess.

Don't move or I'll kill you.

- Just do it.

Get it outta the way.

- Not yet.

Soon.

Fuck this.

You can dig your own hole.

- Are you fucking

serious?

- Just do it.

- What are you gonna do?

Kill me?

Just let me die!

- I'm gonna make you a deal.

I was gonna dig this hole for you and your tramp,

bury you here where no one will find you.

No one's coming out here to look for you.

You see if you dig this hole,

not anytime soon,

but one day,

I'll tell someone where you are.

Sure,

you'll still be dead,

but you got family, yeah?

Yeah, bet you do.

And if you don't,

that sweet thing

lying in a pool of her own blood surely does.

See, what'll really tear 'em up

is not knowing what happened to you.

They'll probably think you're dead,

but they won't actually know.

If you haven't worked out quite yet,

I'm all about family.

Family's everything,

even to a dog like you.

So what's it gonna be, tough guy?

You wanna lie here and be forgotten

or you want to give someone back home some answers?

That's enough mate.

- What's your name?

Come on.

- Ned.

- Ned,

look, it wasn't my,

what happened to your brother,

you said it yourself,

he lost it.

I lost it.

But it wasn't my,

look, you don't have to do this.

Ricky rode is here with our heads covered.

I've got no idea where the fuck I am.

And Jesus, I've got no fucking eyes!

You could just,

just drive us a few hours

and dump us by the side of the road.

It'd never get back to you.

I made a mistake.

A stupid

fucking mistake

and look what I paid with.

Please just let me go.

Just let me take

her home.

Please, Ned

Just look

into your heart--

- You're up early.

- I couldn't sleep.

- You're not gonna talk about it.

- I just don't see any other way we can get ahead.

You know if we do this right then

it could be a whole new start for us.

It's gonna be okay.

- I hope so.

- Boy,

can I help yous?

- Good day mate.

We were just hoping you could maybe get something for us.

- What, tractor parts?

- No, we were,

we were looking for something else.

- Oh yeah.

Like what?

- Oh you know.

Well you are the bloke with a black car, right?

- My mate, Woodsy,

he said you're the one to see.

- You got a phone?

- Yeah.

- Give it to me.

Yours too.

Come on.

Good.

Righto, get in the car.

- What for?

- Because we're not fucking doing it here.

Put these on

and don't fucking moan about it.

- Is this the spot?

- It's none of your fucking business.

Upstairs.

Don't worry darling.

Nothing up there gonna bite you.

Welcome to the kitchen.

- Don't use that in it, do you?

- Yeah

- Like an ingredient?

- Clever girl.

Come on.

- Isn't that supposed to be white?

- Yeah,

if you've got a fancy lab and a bigger wallet.

- Yeah, pretty sure it's supposed to be white though, right?

- Are you telling me some tweakers gonna give a fuck

when he is after his next hit?

Just call it mellow yellow or some shit.

I love giving them names.

Now how much do you want?

- Well we were thinking maybe

about 10 grands worth.

What do you reckon you could do for that?

- Well, you're holding 250 in your hands.

10 grand wouldn't give you a teabag.

How much do you really want?

- We don't have that kind of cash mate.

Where'd you starting out.

Like

would you, would you take 20?

I mean we could do 20.

I reckon we could do 20.

If you take.

- 20.

So you serious?

You dumb fucking cunts.

You dumb fucking cunts

come out here

and I am sick of dealing with this sort of shit.

What?

You thought I'd just bring you all the way out here

so you could fuck me around?

- Mate, I'm not trying to fuck you around.

Okay, believe me.

Think it's just been a misunderstanding.

- Yeah, this is a mistake.

- You just thought you'd walk out of here,

the fuck you are.

Give me what you've got now

so I didn't waste my time

bringing you little cunts out here.

- Mate, I'm sorry.

I really am.

Let's just call it quits, all right?

If you just take us back.

- Take you back?

How do I know you're not fucking rats?

- We're sorry.

- Unless you wanna be buried outta back.

Give the fucking money.

- What?

- Rach?

Rachel?

Rachel!

- Now look what you fucking done!

- What?

- Shut up.

I said shut up.

- Fuck.

Fuck.

Is he gonna find me?

- Anybody else?

Huh?

Is there a phone?

Is there a fucking phone?

Fuck!

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- Why me?

Why me?

Why me?

Rachel.

Mom.

Dad.

I need you, please.

Please.

Help.

Do it.

Do it.

Why can't you do it.

Let it end.

Hey.

Help.

Help.

Please.

Hey.

Please.

Please.

Hey.

Everyone's here.

You waited for me.

Oh, dad.

I made it.

I'm back.

Rach, Rachel.

I'm here, baby.

I'm here.

I found you.

I love you so much.

I love you.

Everything

is gonna be okay.