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- What the hell happened? - It was a rabbit.

You nearly killed us for a rabbit?

Well, you wouldn't want me to kill it, would ya?

Oh, babe, I don't care about the stupid little bunny,

you nearly killed us.

What was that?

Pigs. Lots of pigs.

Oh, look, there's another one, still trotting along.

What are they doing?

I don't know, maybe something startled them.

Yeah, babe, like what?

Maybe there's a hunter out there.

What the FUCK was that?

OK, let's get out of here!

- Ah, how's it going, mate? - Not bad at all, mate.

Did you hear about Bernie?

Bank's trying to foreclose on the poor bastard.

I heard. Bunch of snot-nosed assholes, if you ask me.

- Too right. - They just don't get it.

I mean, if they'd get out of their fancy city offices

and come down here,

they'd understand we're in the middle of a bloody drought.

Hey, mate, the ah, Genny. The lid.

Anyway, what about yourself, mate? Knocking a few over?

Not even trying, mate.

I've been doing a bit of fencing.

Something's been tearing the fences down there

at old Patterson's farm there.

- Oh, yeah. - Keeping me busy though, eh?

Hey, hang on, what's that?

Is that Bob?

Yeah, that's him. Look at the old bastard.

Get a fucking job, youse poofters.

Jesus.

That old bloody pisspot,

I mean, he shouldn't be driving around anymore.

He reckons the same thing's happening up at his farm too.

- Yeah? What's that? - Ah, knocked down fences.

He's down a few sheep too.

- Yeah? - Something's killed them, yeah.

What, all nine of them?

He's probably stewed 'em up and forgotten about it.

I mean, look at him...

he's a hundred mile of bad bloody road.

Hey, Gail's daughter works for the quack.

She reckons he's been diagnosed with dementia,

so I wouldn't be at all surprised.

I couldn't give a fuck because I've got things to do, alright,

I've got places to go, I've got to go to work.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - I've got a fair drive ahead.

Alright, alright. See you in the pub though?

Ah, yeah, ah, maybe. I don't know.

Ah, bastard.

Brucey!

Sure you don't want me to drive, Bruce?

No, no, I'm fine, I'm fine.

- You sure? - Yeah, oh, yeah.

Come on, Bruce, just let Robbie drive for a while.

Yeah, maybe that's a good idea.

We'll get in the back and we'll make out.

Well, that sounds good. I'll pull over for that.

Mum, that's gross.

You are not doing that while I'm in the car.

Well, actually, sweetheart,

Bruce and I make out all the time, even in the car.

- Mm-hm! - Blah!

Yeahhh!

Come on, let your parents have some fun.

We can have the front to ourselves.

Remember when you did that thing when I was driving to Sydney?

Um, you'd better not be doing that.

It's called a blowjob, Mum.

I don't care what it's called,

you don't do that while you're driving, it's dangerous.

I was actually talking about this other thing that she does.

Kind of tickles.

- She does it with her tongue. - She does.

You are such an asshole, Bart!

Takes one to know one.

Ow! Fucking dick!

I wasn't talking about blowjobs, you little shit.

- Oh, guys, stop it! - Oh, sorry, babe.

OK, cabin fever has officially set in.

I don't know about you guys

but I'm hungry enough to eat the crotch out of a low-flying duck.

What? What the fuck did he just say?

It's the ass out of a low-flying duck.

Robbie!

It sounds so shit when he says it.

Well, hey, look, I'm doing the best I can here.

You're trying.

I suggest the next town we pull over and get some grub.

- Good idea. - Sounds great, Bruce.

You want to stop so you can give Robbie a little tongue tickle.

Hey, Bart. Bart.

Hey, Bart. Bart.

- WHAT? - You a virgin?

Robert, stop it, OK.

He's saving himself for the right woman, aren't you, baby?

Hey, Bart, you can't be a virgin because your face is fucked.

OK, we're pulling over.

- Thank fuck for that. - Robbie.

Sorry, Deb.

Sorry, Deb.

- Morning, possum. - Morning.

Hey, Dad, those folks look familiar to you?

Oh, look at the ass on that, would ya, eh?

Like two possums fighting in a paper bag.

Dad!

Which reminds me,

are those jeans tight enough on you, do you reckon?

Ha, ha, ha.

Bugger me.

Can you put a leash on it, old man?

She's way too young for you. Here.

If you can still raise your sword,

you're still in the fight.

Yeah, well, stop your perving and come give me a hand,

it's almost 10 o'clock.

- Get a room, you two. - Ha, ha, I would if I could.

Hi.

Young lady, you wouldn't have a smoke on you, would you?

Sorry, I don't smoke.

Vape then. You look like a lady who does vapour.

No smokes, no vapes.

I tell you what, though.

Here.

This ought to buy you a pack of smokes.

Oi! Here ya, boss.

Cheers, mate.

Ernie's the name.

Robert. Nice to meet ya.

Well, that was a waste of 20 bucks.

And he owns a drilling company.

Got to be fucking joking.

That was really sweet of you, baby.

You just gave $20 to probably the richest man in town.

Are you mocking me?

Maybe he'll give it to charity or something.

- Well, I'll be fucked. - Will you rein it in?

No, no, no, they're familiar.

It's been years but we do know them.

Oh, yeah, well, who are they? Don't keep me in suspense.

Yeah, well, see that blonde sheila walking with that bloke?

Yeah, well, that's Debbie Monroe, Bernie's sister,

so they'd have to be her kids, Ella and, ah...

- Oh, um, Bart. - Bart!

- Holy shit, haven't they grown! - Yeah, well, they don't shrink.

I don't know who the two blokes are.

Hey, didn't Debbie's first husband leave her or something?

Yeah, something like that.

So they're obviously going over to see Bernie.

Maybe Debbie's here to help him keep the farm.

How'd you know about the farm?

Dad, I own a pub, I know everyone's business.

Point taken.

Hey, look, I'd like to stay here and chat to you for hours

but I've got work to do. Mwah.

- Oh. - See you, possum.

Thanks for your help. I'd be fucked without ya!

Watch out!

What the hell, Bruce!

- What was that? - What a fucking idiot!

- Oh, Jesus. - Where's my chocolate?

Oh.

10-second rule?

OK.

- Can I have some KitKat? - No.

Oh, my God, look at you!

Oh, my God!

Oh, I've missed you so much. Oh, my God!

Are you taller?

Fuck me, you weren't kidding. He's a giant.

- Your mum's a walking headjob. - Shh.

That's my mother you're talking about.

Yeah, but look at her.

Little Ella bo Bella!

Yeah, Uncle Bernie, it's me.

Oh, my little buddy!

I've missed you so much.

- Hey, it's a nice place. - Yeah.

Look at the lambs. Do you reckon he eats them?

- Yeah, probably. - And who's this?

Uncle Bernie, this is my boyfriend, Robert.

Be nice.

Hey.

I can crush skulls with my bare hands.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you too, mate. Just mucking with you.

Yeah.

Good to see you're still around, Bruce.

What can I say? Deb makes a mean sponge cake.

Good to see you, Bernie. Alright.

- Good to see you too. - Yes.

Come on, let's go and get some grub.

Are you guys coming?

Oh, yeah.

He's a great guy but you don't want to piss him off.

- He can be a mean bastard. - Got that from the handshake.

Yeah. Welcome to the family.

You'd better not be shagging the old labrador at Patto's.

Whisky!

Whisky!

Whisky!

Whisky!

Whisky! Come here, boy!

Where you at, boy?

Whisky!

WHISKY!

Come on, boy. Come here, boy!

Whisky, come here, boy.

Leave him alone, you bastard! Leave him alone!

Whisky, come here, boy!

Come here!

Ken, mate, are you there?

Barely. It's as hot as a tomcat with four balls out here.

What do you want?

Oh, look, mate, I'm going a bit soft.

I thought I'd come out and give you a hand, if you like.

Ah, you just want my body.

Well, grab your swag and some ice and a few beers, eh?

OK.

I'll stop at the pub and I'll put them on your account, huh?

Oh, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Hey, tell Sasha I won't be back till late morning,

something like that, alright?

Not a problem, bud. See you soon, matey.

Yeah, I can hardly wait.

- Asshole. - Roger that.

Fuck was that?

There you go.

- Oh, yes, you have. - No, no.

- There you go, darling. - Good on you.

What time do you call this?

- What did I tell you? - What?

No, I've got no tab. I thought you had the tab.

I thought you had the tab.

Nah, nah, nah. Nah. I'm not paying for it.

I'm not paying for it either.

Hey, Sash, when's that spunky father of yours

gonna ask me out on a date?

You ask me that same bloody question every week

and I give you the same answer.

You're way too much for my old man to handle.

She's right. He wouldn't last five minutes with you.

That's way too much information.

Yeah, you're right.

I need a virile man who can handle a cougar like me.

Kind of makes me wish I wasn't camping out tonight.

- G'day, Bluey. - G'day, how are you going?

Whoa, Blue, don't encourage her.

Let me guess. Dad sent you in here for beer and food, right?

Well, he didn't say food, but now that you mention it.

Mm-hm. Well, you know where the cold room is.

I'm not your bloody slave. Off you go.

Alright, alright. God.

And whose account am I putting this on?

- Do you really have to ask? - Put it on Dad's tab, right?

Rack one up for me on there too, eh?

- You can bloody pay for yours. - Well, you can put it on ours.

No, you two can bloody shut up.

Don't let Dad get too pissed

and make sure he eats something this time.

- Is that enough food? - We'll eat every last crust.

Here, you'd better take these too.

Dad likes a treat after dinner.

I could give him an after-dinner treat.

You're such a bloody tart!

Well, on that note, I'm out of here

but I'll catch you tomorrow.

Be safe.

Don't get too pissed.

Ah, we will and we will.

Yeah, I know you bloody will, you pair of old drunks.

I swear the worst thing I did was buy a pub.

See ya.

Do you think this is a good idea?

Mm-hm. Best idea I've had, like, ever, maybe.

I don't want Matt and Sheri to hear us.

Then be quiet.

Mmm.

- Oh, I tell you what. - Mm?

You go and get me a drink

and make sure that Matt and Sheri are not outside

and I might let you have a quickie.

Promise?

After all, we don't want your balls exploding.

- Could get really messy. - Yes.

Ah! I'm alright.

So graceful!

Oh. Oh, bugger. I was bloody enjoying that.

Jesus Christ.

It's just dropping everywhere.

Sasha's a good cook, eh? She's just like her mother.

She's JUST like her mother.

Yeah. She was amazing, wasn't she, Maryanne?

Mm.

How long since she's gone, mate?

15 years.

15 long years since I buried my fucking heart.

What's that?

What do you see?

Is that a spot fire?

A camp fire, I think. I can just make out a few tents.

Oh!

Jesus, how much of that bloody carton did you drink, mate?

A lot more than you, mate.

You've been drinking like a fucking woman.

That Wendy and Anna

could drink you under the table tonight, I reckon.

Ah, bullshit.

What the bloody hell

do you think they're doing camping out here?

I don't reckon they got permission.

What do you reckon they're up to then?

Oh, what do you reckon we go and find out, eh?

Oh, bullshit, mate, I mean it's nice and warm and cosy here.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, mate, mate. OK, we'll take the truck, we'll drive.

- I'm too drunk to drive, mate. - Yeah, bullshit.

You're too drunk to drive,

you're not too drunk to sling a bloody rifle over your shoulder.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Oh, you fucking prick, wait a minute,

I'll get some bloody piss to take with us.

You carry on like an old fucking woman, you do.

Hang about, mate, where's the bloody sandwiches?

- Oh, for fuck's sake. - What about a torch, mate?

Hurry up, princess.

You'll end up bringing the whole camp, the way you're going on.

Mate, it'll take us a bloody hour to walk.

We're just going for a little walk.

It's not going to kill you. Come on.

For Christ's sake!

Girl Guide.

Ryan, is that you?

Ryan, don't be an ass. It isn't funny.

Oh, you're such an asshole.

Screw cutting you off for tonight,

I'm cutting you off for the entire month!

Oh, Ryan, where are you?

Please tell me it's you out there.

Please.

Ryan?

Ryan?

Is it just me or does that campfire

seem to be getting further and further away?

We're past halfway, old mate. Stop your bellyaching.

I'm not as young as I used to be, mate.

The furthest I walk these days is from the bar to the shitter.

Which reminds me, I was in the pub today

and I saw Anna and Wendy.

They wanted to come out camping with us.

Oh, Christ.

Young Sasha put a stop to it, though.

Well, thank fuck for that

because I wouldn't touch either of them

if they were the last living pussy on the planet.

You'd end up with a crutch full of herpes

or fucking dick rot.

Come on, let's get going.

What, you reckon they've got a dose?

I'd bet my left lung on it, mate.

Shit! Hope you're bloody joking, matey.

I'm not joking.

Ah, Christ.

Come on, poxy balls, hurry up.

Hey, hey, did you hear that?

That was a scream, wasn't it?

Yeah, definitely a scream, mate.

What do you see? What do you see, mate?

What the fuck is that?

Either I'm pissed off my chest, mate,

or that's the biggest fucking boar I've ever seen.

Here, you're a better shot than me. You take a look.

Holy Mary, Mother of God! That is a monster!

Well, shoot the fucking thing!

- Please tell me you got it. - No, mate.

- No, it's... it's... it's gone. - Oh, shit.

Mate, we've got to get back to the bloody truck and get help.

No, mate, we're much closer to them than we are to the truck.

We've got to find them and we'll take one of their cars.

Mate, whoever was down there before

is not there any bloody more!

Mate, we have got to try, you know,

we've got to go and fucking find out, for Christ's sake!

Oh, Jesus.

Jesus Christ!

Ohhhhh.

Jesus Christ.

Ken, look, mate, look.

Oh, mate, I'm not fucking blind. I can see, alright?

What the fuck is happening here?

Oh, Jesus, look at that.

She's...

Blue, she's...

They're... they're just kids, mate.

Ahh... there's more of them.

- How do you know? - There's two tents, right?

I mean, they're not going to come out here and go camping

and sleep in separate tents, are they, you know?

So, ah, well, judging by this, um...

..this, ah, this girl, mate, um...

..I-I reckon that they would've been sleeping in that tent

and the other kids must've took off

when that bloody big pig attacked.

Now, give me that, give me that. Here.

Oh, Christ. We don't have any bullets, mate.

- What? - I haven't loaded the mag.

Oh, shit. Why didn't you bloody check it, you stupid bastard?

- Well, because... - No fucking bullets!

How was I to know we were going to find a fucking pig

the size of a fucking rhino?

Jesus Christ.

Blue, you're going to have to go back to the truck, mate.

I-I got bullets in the glovebox

and-and I'll stay here and see if I can find these kids.

No, no. Fuck that, mate.

I'm not leaving you on your own

and I'm not walking back there by myself either.

Blue, I got no bullets.

We are sitting ducks if that monster fucking comes back here.

You've gotta go back to the truck, you know.

I am not leaving those kids out in the bush by themselves.

You know, they'll be scared fucking shitless.

So you've got to get going.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Blue, look, you can do this. You'll be back in half the time.

When was the last time you went for a jog?

Alright, I'll go back to the bloody truck, mate.

But you look around, see if there's a bloody car here,

get in the bastard and pick me up

because, mate, we're both dead men without a bloody rifle.

So it's weapons first, then we look for the bloody kids, right?

Righto, mate, I'll-I'll do my best, I'll look around, OK,

but you just get going, OK?

- Take the bloody torch. - No, you-you...

No, I don't need the fucking torch, you know.

I can build the fire up. You take it.

- Go on, go on, get going. - I'm gone, bloody piss off.

- Oh, Blue. Blue! - What?

Mate, go as fast as you can

but find a big motherfucking stick

and grab it just in case, alright?

Got it!

Jesus H. Christ.

Oh, oh, Jesus.

What's that?

Hey! Are you the kids from the camp back there?

You fucking dingoes!

Oh, Jesus! Fuck!

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, shit!

What the...?

Ohh.

Holy Jesus Christ.

Oh, Jesus.

I know you're out there.

I know you're out there!

I know you're there.

Oh, Jesus.

Come and get me!

Oh, you feral fuck.

Oh, Jesus!

Oh, oh!

You asshole, where are you?

Come on!

Come on. Come on.

Come on!

Come and get me.

Come and get me, you bastard.

Where's your bloody car?

Matthew.

Where are you, Matthew?

I hope you know how to get back to camp.

Yeah, it's just up here a bit.

Don't panic, it's probably just Ryan and Hanna mucking around.

That is something Ryan would do.

I want to tell you about this Yara-ma-yha-who.

Come sit down here for a bit.

So, the Yara-ma-yha-who, right,

he's like a little red man, alright,

and he kind of looks a bit like a demon, yeah?

And he doesn't have any teeth, which is weird for a vampire.

And his skin's all glossy, like... like silk.

Anyway, he climbs up high into the trees

to stalk his victims.

You know, he moves like a monkey in the trees, ooh, ooh, ooh.

But he doesn't make a sound.

He watches them closely, sizing them up.

And then he stalks them and stands right above them,

right above his next meal.

Then, when he's ready,

he jumps,

wrapping these octopus-like tentacles around his victims,

sucking all the blood out of them.

Now he can dislocate his jaw, too, like a snake,

so he can swallow his victims whole.

Then, when he's finished his meal, he rests,

lets it all settles down in his stomach.

And then when he wakes up,

he immediately regurgitates everything back up

onto the floor

and there in a pile of muck and goo

is a baby newborn Yara-ma-yha-who.

Firstly, that is disgusting.

Did you hear that?

I'm not going to sleep or eat for a week now.

- Secondly... - Seriously, shh for a second.

I heard something. Hand me the torch.

I'm not handing you the torch.

I think there's a wild pig out here.

Of course there is.

There was drop bears, drop possums

and some ridiculous outback vampire

and now wild pigs are stalking us!

I'm serious. Give me the bloody torch!

Your story doesn't make sense.

What do you mean?

Your drop vampire yeti story, it doesn't make any sense.

It's not my story. It's an Aboriginal legend.

Ryan. Is that you?

Sheridan, we have to be quiet for a sec.

- Why? - Just sh-sh-sh.

Well, I was always told that drop bears hang from the trees

and when their claws come down,

they hook into your head and reef you off the ground.

I am serious! Shut the fuck up!

Calm down, babe. That was really rude.

I'm sorry. I just need you to be quiet for a sec, OK?

I'm going to turn the light out.

What?

Fuck me!

Sheri!

SHERI!

Help me!

Somebody help!

Let her go!

What the fuck?!

What the fuck?

Oh, shit!

Hey, honey, you breathing over there?

Come on, one of you be OK.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus, Jesus.

Ah. So sorry, sweetheart.

Oh, shhhhh, it's all right, it's all right, it's all right.

- You don't have to talk. - It's not a drop bear.

No, yeah, I know.

What's-what's your name?

Sh... Sheridan.

Yeah? My name's Ken, hey?

Now, just try and relax.

You're in shock, sweetheart, hey?

Now, I just need you to stay calm

to help me, alright. Hey?

OK?

Is Matt OK?

No, no, not really, he's not.

It's you that we've got to worry about now, though, eh?

Sheridan, Sheridan, you've got to be still, OK,

and very, very quiet.

I need you to be as quiet as possible, OK?

I know it hurts. I know it hurts.

But...

..I need you to be...

..nice and still.

And I'll lead him away from here.

- No! No! - No, no, it's-it's... it's OK.

It's OK. I've been doing this since I was a kid.

Yeah?

I've been doing this since I was a little kid.

Hey!

Come on, come on, you mongrel!

You're the pig, I'm the big bad fucking wolf!

That's right, ugly guts, come on, follow me!

Jesus!

Sheridan, Sheridan, you've got to stand up.

You've got to stand, OK?

I've got to get you out.

Ohhhh.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh. I'm so sorry, little one. I'm sor... I'm so sorry.

I'm coming, Maryanne.

Come on, you piece of shit!

Sashaaaa!

Mum, I don't think I could eat another bite.

I'm ready to explode.

You're going to explode, are you?

It's not for you, honey, it's for Uncle Bernie.

He's already had three servings!

Elli, I'm a growing boy.

Yeah, 'boy's about right,

the way you chased Bart to the bathroom this morning.

So, what's the plan for today, Bernie?

I've been thinking we can take a drive out to Patto's farm,

we can take a picnic lunch, have a swim in the river,

when the sun starts to go down we can do a bit of spotting.

- Yeah, let's go swimming. - You want to go swimming?

Hey, Uncle Bernie, do you reckon we could take some guns out?

- Maybe just... - Deb.

Bart wants to know if we can take some guns.

Bernie, you know how I feel about guns.

I would think that out there at least one for safety.

Not a bad idea, Bruce.

What do you say? Just for safety, Debs?

You guys are full of it.

You just want to sneak about in the bush like commandos

and shoot shit.

Well, I've seen Charlie's Farm.

I know there's creeps out there ready to cut you up, rape you.

- Robbie! - I can tell you right now,

all those hillbillies out there will shoot you

before you step foot on their property.

Well, I reckon I can shoot a can at 50 meters.

- Probably 25. I don't know. - Is that right?

And at the fair last year, with the ducks,

you didn't shoot a single one and they were two meters away?

Yeah, well, that game was rigged.

Yet Bart hit three of them.

Three of them.

But the way you kept trying to win me that teddy bear,

that was sweet.

I wasn't trying to win you shit,

I was trying to prove a point, that the game was rigged.

Whatever.

And if I remember correctly,

you were the winner at the end of the night.

That's right. I was the winner, wasn't I?

Are you right?

So, how are we all going to get out there, Bernie?

- The troopy, my friend. - And what's a troopy?

Aw, what's a troopy!

Why the bloody hell did you have to go and marry a Yank?

Bruce, it's the car we took to the pub last night.

- I knew that! - Yes, I know you did.

Thank you, sweetie.

What a knob.

I'm going to go and put my swimmers on.

I'm going to join you. You guys want to load up the car?

Ah, Mum, about the gun...

Alright, one gun. Bernie, I mean it, just one.

Fine, fine, one gun. Got it.

- Oh, fuck! - Bernie!

Did I scare you, Bruiser?

You need to relax, city boy. Too much pent-up tension.

Come on, Robbie.

Let's go and fill up the cruiser.

- It's Robert. - Nah, I like Robbie better.

Hey. Let him call you Robbie. It's easier that way.

Come on, Bruiser.

Fill up the troopy.

The troopy!

Yeah, you like that, don't ya?

Seem like the kind of girl who loves a good spanking.

Why don't you bend over and let me stick my foot up your ass

and see how much you like that?

- Sounds kinky. I like it kinky. - Damo!

Control your fucking mutt!

He's got a point. You're being a fucking idiot.

I get it.

Let me make myself very fucking clear

because I've just about had enough of your fucking shit.

If you fucking touch me again

I'll rip off your arm and I'll beat you to death with it.

How about I give you a free pass for my indiscretion?

I'll let you hit me. I won't try and stop you.

Come on, babe. Just let go of some of that tension.

You stupid fuck!

Get the fuck out of my bar!

Go on! You're leaking all over my floor, you asshole!

Fucking slut! Who do you think you are?

You show her some fucking respect, you little shit.

Get that sack of shit out of here, Bernie.

He's stinking up my bar.

Yahoo!

What's he doing?

I think he knocked him out.

- Did you see that? Holy shit! - Ouch!

And that, Robert, is why you let him call you Robbie.

Got it.

You alright, Sash?

- Yeah. What a dickhead. - Yeah.

Hey, I had it under control, you know.

I know you did. I was just finishing it for you.

Ah, what a shot, big fella!

You shut up.

Thanks, love. What can I get you?

I'm taking the family out to Patto's for a swim.

I just might clean out your fridge.

No worries.

What are you after?

Some of those doughnuts please, Sash.

- And some chockies for Bart. - Yeah, yeah. Of course, love.

How about drinks?

Yep. Just soft drinks. That'd be wonderful.

- Can I get some ice too, there? - Yeah, love, no worries.

Thank you.

Just give me $20, love, that's fine.

Hey, if you see Dad out there,

can you get him to give me a call?

He was out there with Blue last night

and he was supposed to be back this morning

but I haven't heard from them.

Sure. Was he working at Patto's yesterday?

Yeah. I tried calling his mobile phone

but I just got his answering machine

but maybe they've got no reception.

No worries, then.

If I see a pair of old drunks, I'll send them home

with their tails between their legs.

Thanks, darling.

- See you later, big fella. - See you, mate.

- See you, Bernie. - See you, mate.

Come on, tackle!

Hey, Bernie, be careful, dammit.

He's not going to hurt Bart. He's too protective of him.

Yeah, I know but he doesn't know his own strength.

If he's not careful,

Bart's going to end up in one of those trees.

- Bernie, I mean it! - Relax, sis.

Your mother's gone soft.

- Oh, hey! - Yeah, that's mature.

Oh. I'll be taking off for about half an hour.

What for?

Sasha said Ken and Blue are out there somewhere.

She's a bit worried because they didn't come home

when they said they would.

Well, how are you going to find them?

Isn't this property over 2 million acres?

I was talking to Ken the other day.

He told me he was working down the west fence.

That's only a few klicks that way

so I'll take a quick run on the fence line and check it out.

Want to go with him?

You want Bruce to go with you?

Nah.

Bruiser can stay here and protect the family, mate.

No worries, mate.

I will stay here and protect the family, Bern.

It's Bernie, mate. Not Bern. Bernie.

Rightio, then.

- He scares me. - Yep.

He scares everybody, that one.

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Did you guys hear that?

I didn't hear anything.

Are you deaf? Yeah, I heard it.

It sounded like an explosion or something.

- Didn't you hear it? - No.

Yeah, yeah, it did.

I think I'm going to go check it out.

Why?

I just want to.

- Really? - Yeah.

Yeah, alright, well, take one of the boys with you.

- I don't want to go. - I'm not going that far.

It's just for safety, hon. Take Robert.

Go on, baby. You can finally play soldier.

Yeah, you'd love that, wouldn't you, huh? Huh?

Give me a kiss. Another one.

- Hon, wait for Robert. - Stop it.

Look after my boy, Bruce.

Hon, forgot your binoculars!

Fuck me!

I'm going to ask Elli to marry me.

What?

How long have you guys been going out, like 7, 8 months?

She's the one, Bruce.

When you know it, you know it. Life's too short for what-ifs.

Did you tell Debbie?

No. Not yet.

I reckon she'll be pretty happy though, don't you think?

Well, she likes you so I should think so, yeah.

I mean, my only piece of advice

is make sure that's what you guys want to do.

It is, mate.

A lot of times people jump in

when they're in that starry-eyed phase and...

Yeah, well, we're adults, Bruce.

Well, you know, marriage is not all fun and games.

You've got to be in it for the long haul.

I am.

You know, I've been helping to raise Elli for so long

I feel like her real father

and I just want you to know that if you hurt her...

..I will hurt you back.

I wouldn't have it any other way, Bruce.

You know, I don't want to get all heavy here,

I don't want to piss in your pocket

but, you know, I don't know much about you,

I don't know about your childhood or your parents.

What the hell does that have to do with anything?

Well, it has everything to do with it

because I want to make sure that Elli is happy.

My parents were real good, Bruce.

They were real good.

Well, that's good because marriage is permanent.

Remind me, Bruce,

how many times have you been married now?

Three times.

Yeah. Yeah, that's my point.

I'm the poster child for what not to do.

Yeah.

Look... I'm sorry if I pissed you off.

Don't worry about it.

Let's check up around that band and then we'll go back, alright?

Yeah.

You right there, bub? You look a bit out of sorts.

Ah, look, it's probably nothing, Ernie,

but Dad and Blue camped out last night

and Dad said he'd be back first thing in the morning

and I haven't heard from him all day.

I can't even get him on the bloody phone.

You tried Blue's mobile? I got his number here somewhere.

I tried them like 20, 30 times.

- The usual, love? - Yes, please.

That's not like your dad.

I mean, he's alright, though. He'll be alright.

There's nothing out there except dust and roos.

That's a load of shit, Ernie, and you know it!

There's something out there that's been knocking down fences

and killing the livestock for months now.

You mean that monster wild boar you claim to have seen?

Not claimed to have seen, I saw it!

- Ah, you were drunk. - I know what I saw.

What exactly did you see, Jack,

'cause all I've heard is second-hand rumours

and they get more bloody ridiculous

every time they're told.

Well, you remember that smash up on the highway

coming into town, right, about 12 months ago?

You remember they couldn't find the couple?

All the police found was the wrecked car, right?

Yeah.

Well, I was coming back from Bob's place in me truck

and I'm looking out the window

and I spot something in this paddock

about 300 or 400 metres out

so I gets the spotty on it... fuck me drunk, it's a boar!

It looks like a boar

and it's about the size of a fucking kombi van!

Yeah, so I follow it along with a spotlight

and I'm driving along and I'm driving along

and it starts getting closer, right,

and it's about 100 metres off.

And I can see that this bastard's

got a person hanging in its mouth.

Well, it's a female, to be precise,

and she's got long hair, you know,

and she's just hanging there like a rag doll

and I shat meself

and then I accidentally lost control of the spotty handle.

Come on. You're shitting me, right?

Pigs don't grow that bloody big and they don't eat people.

I know what I saw.

I might have been drunk,

yeah, I shouldn't have been driving or something.

Well, it could've been anything, eh, eh?

Maybe it was a cow eating grass, eh?

Well, whatever it was when I hit the spotty back

it was long gone.

How do you know it wasn't a hairy bloke, Jack?

I saw her tits, they were hanging out the top like that.

Mate, if there was something out there

as big as what you say it is,

knocking over fences and terrorising livestock,

it'll take more than a rifle and a slug to slow it down.

Yeah. Yeah.

What, you believe him?

Yeah, well, I've heard stranger stories.

You believe that I saw a monster pig with a kid in its mouth?

Hey?

When I said to... I spoke to the cops

they just laughed at me.

Yeah. Well, you know how it is,

everyone here thinks I've got a few roos loose

in the top paddock, if you know what I mean.

Mate, your drunken antics

have gained you quite a reputation around here.

Ain't that the truth?

I still remember you doing the nudie run

- up and down the street. - Yeah!

That's something I would like to un-see, Jack!

Well, mate, if there's anything out there

as big as what you reckon

I reckon a lot more people would've seen it

than crazy old Jack.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, thanks, mate.

See?

Well, you know, whatever it is, even if it's not a monster pig,

something is wiping out the livestock

and smashing the fences.

Still nothing?

No. Hey, you know what?

Bernie's out there, swimming with his family.

I'm going to give him a go.

If I had a phone,

if I had a phone with one of them cameras,

I woulda taken a picture, but I don't have a phone.

I don't have a phone.

Nup.

- Ern, can you do me a favour? - Sure.

Can you watch the pub for a couple of hours?

You know what, I'm gonna bloody drive out there.

What if they've broken down and they've got no reception?

It's a three-hour drive out there.

You're gonna hike it all the way out there

for a couple of old pissheads?

Maybe they're just sleeping off a hangover.

Then that way I'll kick both their asses

to Timbuk-fucking-tu.

So can you watch the pub for me?

Yep, I'll look after the bar for you, honey.

I've got this, mate.

Fuck no, I want stock when I get back.

Everything's here in the folder

but Tina's gonna be in in a couple of hours anyway.

She knows where everything is.

Alright, thank you so much, darling.

You want me to come with ya?

No, I want you to stay here and keep drinking, right?

I've got rent due at the end of the week

and that goes for the lot of you.

Yeah, well, all the drinks are on Ernie!

Free drinks if you're black.

You white fellas are paying double.

I'm going outside for a quick suntan.

What the fuck is that?

Whoa! What the fuck?!

What the fuck is that?

It's a fucking pig.

Shit! Oh, my God!

That's insane!

- Fuck this, I'm out of here! - Argh!

Fucking coward!

Run!

Mum.

Mum! Something's wrong.

Run!

Run!

- Run! - What's that, hon?

- Run! - I can see Robert.

- Run away! - He's alone and he's running.

He looks scared.

What the fuck?

- Run away! - Where's Bruce?

Run!

- I think he wants us to run. - Where's Bruce?

I don't like this. Something's wrong.

No, hang on.

There's a wild fucking pig!

Poor bugger's scared of a wild pig.

Where's Bruce, Mum?

Where is Bruce?

He's dead.

What did you say?

He's full of shit.

- Did he say 'dead'? - Watch out!

Come on, let's go!

- Robbie! - Let's go!

Robbie!

Come on, baby, we've got to go!

We've got to go now. You have to come.

- Come on, Elli! - Get up!

Get up!

Come on, take this!

Come on, Elli. Get up!

Robbie!

Robbie!

Come on! Give me that.

Get to the other side! Don't look back!

Fucking go!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on.

Come on, Elli!

I don't want to die.

Get up!

Come on, Bart, hurry up.

Come on!

Fucking hell!

Bart!

Mum!

Don't move, baby.

Don't move!

Mum!

Mum! Mum!

- No! - No!

Come on! Go!

Come on! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Oh, God, no.

Come on! We just need to get up there. We'll be safe.

Where?

Go. Go, go!

- Help me! - I'm trying!

Come on.

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I'm OK. I'm OK.

It's OK. I'm OK.

Take care of your mum.

Why did you let my son die?

Why, Bernie, why didn't you try to save him?

I'm sorry, sis.

Why didn't you save my son?

Why didn't you fucking try?

- Why? Why? - I'm so sorry.

Why, Bernie?

It's OK, Mum.

Bart might be OK.

We have to stay positive.

No. He's gone.

They're all gone. They're all dead.

They're all dead!

There's only one way we're gonna make it through this.

We need to kill that overgrown diseased fucker.

How do we... how do we kill it? We don't have a gun.

How did it get so big?

- That's not normal, is it? - No.

It's definitely not normal, Ell.

I've never seen a boar that size.

How are we going to kill it, Bernie?

We don't have a gun!

It's OK.

It's not OK!

It... it took my boy.

- It took my baby boy. - It's OK, Mum.

I'm so sorry, Deb. I'm sorry.

Bernie.

My baby.

Is she asleep?

Yeah. It's really cold.

Do you think we could use some of this wood in here

to start a fire and keep warm?

Don't see why not.

So we have a lighter but no gun.

I thought you were asleep.

Could you sleep?

I'm going to go outside, grab more wood and kindling.

It'll make it easier to start a fire.

- No, don't do that. It's OK. - It's alright.

It's just out there.

You guys keep an eye out the window for me while I'm outside.

Bernie, don't... don't go.

Please don't go, no.

It's alright, I've got my knife.

Ready?

No.

Bernie, get it!

Come on, behind me. Slowly. Slowly, slowly.

Take it easy, big fella.

Now, when I say run,

you fucking run, OK?

- Where do we run? - That way.

Right behind the barn.

Don't you hurt me, big fella.

OK.

Run!

Go! Go, Elli, go, go.

Let's do this, you ugly fuck!

Bring that shit!

We've been walking for ages, Mum.

I think we should set up a heap of spot fires and get warm.

What about the pig? What if it comes back?

Bart told me about a documentary he watched on grizzly bears.

He said they're scared of fire.

Maybe it scares off pigs too. It's worth a shot, Mum.

He's a good boy, my Bart.

OK, baby, yeah. Let's... let's build Bart's fires, eh?

Maybe he'll find us that way.

What are you doing?

I'm making hand-held torches.

Like the ones Bart and Bruce made on that camping trip

a few years back.

That's a good idea. I'll make one too.

He taught me so much.

Do you think Uncle Bernie killed it?

If anyone could kill it it would be Uncle Bernie, OK?

Mum, just grab one of mine and light it.

Oh, it works.

Get back.

OK. OK, OK.

Get away!

Fuck! Fuck!

Is she OK?

It's OK.

It's OK. I'm alright, I'm alright.

Jack was right.

Debbie, go and get the rifle

out of the back seat of the car, quick.

Just breathe!

Kill it, Mum!

- Is he dead? - Yeah. It's dead.

Come on. Let's go.

You've got to be kidding me.

It's them.

Oh, God!

Bart!

Bernie.

Oh, come on, let's go. You right?

Takes more than a monster boy to keep you down, hey, Bernie?

You've got no idea!

We're going to the city tomorrow.

Bernie, you're coming with us.

I think I might fucking join ya.

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