Pallet on the Floor (1984) - full transcript

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Did you get a good look, Sam?

Boy, that was the best sight
I've ever seen.

What's all that about?

Some idiot has found a hole in
the wall

and those guys are lining up to
get a good look at the lambs

get their throats cut.

To think I have to work with
these guys.

Well, I better get moving.

Wife is waiting for me. I'll see
you tonight.

Give my love Sue now.



How's it going, mate?

How's it going, mate?

Not too bad tonight.

[INAUDIBLE]

See you, mate.

I hope your fitting went well.

Aye, Sue?

You'll need all the strength for
settling.

Oh, Sam.

Those guys giving you a hard
time?

Thanks.

Had to get out of the races.

Family didn't get rained out
today.

Wish we had.



Why?

Did you loose?

What's the matter?

It's Miriam.

What's happened now?

We met Miriam on the bus and
she was being so friendly.

We didn't mind her joining us.

And we picked a horse together
and I was still in the queue

when the race started.

But you didn't get the bet on?

She won't believe I didn't.

And the horse won and she thinks
I pocketed the winnings.

That's a mug's game.

Never put a bet on for anybody.

Get yourself into too much
trouble.

I just wish now we hadn't
invited her to the wedding.

Don't worry about that.

The whole town will be there
whether you've invited them

or not.

Hey, slow down!

Shit!

Bloody maniac!

[CAR ROARING]

[POLICE SIRENS]

Hold it right there, Marshal.

[TRAIN HORN]

Soon you'll be able to feel it
move.

I can hear him talking.

Stop, you fool.

It's too early.

Shh.

I tell you, I can hear it.

What's he saying then?

He says it's time.

Time?

Yeah.

It's time we got married or he
won't talk to me anymore.

This is it.

Ah!

Top of the morning to you, mate.

I smoke far too much.

Have you been here all night?

BASIL BEAUMONT-FOSTER: Samuel,
don't just stand there.

Open the door.

When are you going to get the
handles put back on?

Why should I bother when I have
friends

like you to open doors for me?

Picked them from the bosom of
the earth this very morning,

my dear chap.

O'Keefe and I left the
festivities

rather late last night, so we
decided

to arrive here trifle early.

[INDIGENOUS SPEECH]

My father says that you have
taken the affections

of his granddaughter.

[INDIGENOUS SPEECH]

Embrace it with love and peace.

[INDIGENOUS SPEECH]

[INDIGENOUS SPEECH]

[INDIGENOUS SPEECH]

[INDIGENOUS SPEECH]

You drunken pig.

I don't know why I bother with
you.

Because you couldn't get him.

[LAUGHTER]

Excuse me, Sam.

Next dance, aye.

I mean, it is your wedding
night.

[INAUDIBLE].

[INAUDIBLE].

Cut it out, Jack.

What's the matter?

All those night in the quarry,
aye?

It was a long time ago, Jack.

Well, old time's sake then,
aye?

To you O'Keefe.

[INAUDIBLE] you are.

[INAUDIBLE].

Ah, yes.

It looks like your man is after
a bit of a dust

up with Jack Voot.

Hold on a minute.

Bar tender, a dire emergency
has arisen.

If you please.

Hang on there, mate.

She can handle it.

Romantical by the rubber
gloves, Sam.

You like something of the fist
of it?

Here.

You just relax.

The dance isn't finished.

She doesn't want to dance
anymore.

She can speak for herself.

I wouldn't do that if I were
you.

To donnybrook after.

Step outside with me.

I might save it till later,
aye?

Oh, any time.

Come on now.

Don't let a man like that spoil
the wedding of the prettiest

[INAUDIBLE] in [INAUDIBLE].

If the truth be told, I'd also
dance with her myself.

If I can have the pleasure, Mrs.
Jamieson, with your husband's

permission, of course.

Piece of odious vermin is our
Jack Voot.

Beautiful.

Beautiful indeed.

And I invite any good white man
or orange man or [INAUDIBLE],,

with the exception of the
all-red [INAUDIBLE] themselves.

And may they rest in their
matted graves.

And we're now gathered together
in holy matrimony

to sing that one bold hymn.

(SINGING) Oh rambling for
roaming,

for football, for sporting, for
drinking black water--

[COUGHING]

--and all your days rolled and
your finance a-jovial.

[CHOCKING]

[COUGHING]

Oh, Jesus, Basil.

O'Keefe.

O'Keefe's dead.

What?

Dead.

Last night he had a seizure.

Sam, what's happened?

It's O'Keefe.

He died last night.

[BIRDS CRYING]

[INDIGENOUS SINGING]

I'm not saying he had been a
prize fighter

and I'm not saying he hadn't,
but the Voots thought he had.

He was, I reckon.

Never had a roughhouse fighter
in the jaw

look him straight in the eye and
belt him in the gut.

He is to say the Irish were
like the Maoris for shellfish.

That's why they had such good
heads of hair.

You understand that?

[INAUDIBLE]

The copsters are all gone to
O'Keefe's funeral.

And what?

Well, you employed all those
bloody Maories.

Bloody Maories?

I employ all those bloody
Maories

to protect our access rights to
work

the quarries on their land.

God damn it.

They're land!

And if you keep trying to mess
with that woman,

we'll lose it all.

Jesus Christ, you're going to
murder yourself.

Now, you stay away from those
Jamieson's.

You hear me?

Or we'll have all the Maories in
the district on our heads

and no land to work at all.

That's right, Jack.

You didn't stick her enough,
aye?

Oh.

Still the little darky's well
stuffed now though.

Now, you stay away from that
Jamieson fella

or we will lose those quarries.

Do you hear me, boy?

Do you hear me?

Jamieson's order for firewood.

You want to deliver it?

How you getting on with that
new bloke, that traffic cop?

What's his name?

Henderson.

Why they stationed a traffic
cop in this town is beyond me.

Oh, come on, mate.

Times are changing.

You can't be expected to handle
the whole thing by yourself.

Of course, the only time I've
ever seen him he's

always got some [INAUDIBLE] in
the car,

kind of a driver's license.

Riders license should be more
like it.

Yeah, well, I better get on
with those [INAUDIBLE]..

Plenty of beers in the fridge,
mate.

Help yourself.

Hold it right there, buddy.

[GUN CLICKING]

Evening, Marshal.

- Thanks, Groucho. - Cheers,
mate.

- And take Sue home, will you? -
Yeah, sure.

No problem.

Are you sure you don't want to
come in?

No, I'd rather go home.

You'll be all right there?

Yeah, I'll be OK.

Aye, fucking move it!

So your baby's father up and
died on you, did he?

Please hurry.

Serves you not.

So how about the money you owe
me?

Black tart.

It was just like Jim Harris,
aye?

He hit the deck right alongside
me.

Those guys are working in
freezing chambers.

It thickens the blood.

Working at those temperatures,
got to get you sooner or later.

Be crying and you'll be a next,
Sam.

I confess I sympathize.

And yet, how curious that we who
trade in blood and death

should be so disconsolate.

It's enough to make a black
morbid.

Let us drink until the horrors
come, lest sober we go mad.

(SINGING) When the roll is
called up yonder--

It is good.

(SINGING) Is called up yonder.

When the roll is called up
yonder.

Aye, that new Mrs. of yours,
she

going to fork out that money?

She walked off my [INAUDIBLE] at
the [INAUDIBLE]..

That horse came in and paid $86.

Listen, Stan, you weren't there

and neither was I. Sue said you
didn't get the bid on.

That's what she says.

And that's good enough for me.

Well, it's not good enough for
me.

You tell her to get that $43
together or else

it's going to be trouble.

Just remember, I've got mates.

I'm going to get some
cigarettes.

How'd you feel if I ran off
with it?

How would you like to feel
diddled?

Oh, listen, Miriam, I'm sick
and tired of hearing about it.

Well, maybe you are.

But I'm going to tell you
something

that'll change your mind about
your

pure, innocent, little wife.

Going to have a kid, is she?

And silly old Sammy thinks he's
the daddy.

What?

Your mate that dropped dead
knew more about that kid

than you did.

It wasn't just Shellfish O'Keefe
that was dipping into.

Too.

And how would you know about
that?

Didn't those two go hunting the
beach

and river often as they could?

Nice sand hills out there, Sam.

O'Keefe was my mate.

Sue thought the world of him.

Sure.

Sure.

Enough to lie in her back with
her legs open.

Think about it, Sammy.

O'Keefe wasn't like that.

He wasn't interested in women in
that way.

You show me a man that isn't
interested.

Christ, Miriam.

Well, you think it over.

But before you boot the bitch
out, get my dough.

What's that?

Don't you think you've had
enough, Sam?

You're walking nine.

You must have given Brendon some
wake.

What's the matter?

As if you didn't know.

I'm damned if I do.

I just want a drink.

I helped to make it, didn't I?

Yeah, and you've got something
in your belly

that I didn't help make.

What?

Out in the sand hills with
O'Keefe, aye?

It's no more my baby than the
full bloody moon.

I don't understand you.

Are you saying this is O'Keefe's
baby and not yours?

That's just what I'm bloody
well saying.

O'Keefe never laid a hand on me
and you know it.

I can see it's no good talking
to you.

No need for you to go, Sam.

This is your home just like it's
your baby.

Now your slut of a wife will go
back to her people.

No, Sue.

You don't trust me.

So that's that.

Love and trust go together, Sam.

Sue.

It's Miriam, isn't it?

She's been at you with that
vicious tongue of hers.

I can see that.

I'm sorry.

Do you forgive me?

Please forgive me.

Hello, Joe.

You haven't forgotten that
firewood I

asked you to deliver, have you?

You might be warm tonight, but
you'll be cold later on.

Yeah, there'll be more sweaty
crutches

and runny noses around here
tonight.

You'll get your firewood.

Can you fill it up, please,
lad?

Jamieson wants his firewood.

Why don't you deliver it now?

I think it's a very good idea.

[HORN IN DISTANCE]

Why you had to marry her, I'll
never know.

Leave it out, Miriam.

Who is she anyway?

A bloody half-cast.

She's my wife.

Fathered by some fly-by-night
night salesman in a flashy car.

Not even his own.

Good enough to get him to share.

She's still got a crush on him.

A trifle enamored, I should
say.

Enamored, more like.

You was going to marry me.

It's all water under the
bridge, Miriam.

I say, Samuel, why not flutter
the old shoe

leather for this old chap.

Oh, shove off, Lord Muck.

Tap dance.

He doesn't want to.

Do you, Sammy?

I'll tell you what, why don't
we just have an early night,

aye?

Excellent suggestion,
[INAUDIBLE]..

I feel at this stage of the
proceedings

I should invite you all to my
home.

Alas, I have no home.

Why don't we go to my place?

We might even get a bite to eat.

Sounds great.

- Bloody good idea. - Excellent.

- I'll get a flagon, aye? - Pay
you back later.

Veronica, give me the hat. Come
on.

Hey.

Veronica, give me the hat.

Veronica, give me the hat.

Give me the hat.

Come on.

Fuck you.

[BOTTLES CLANKING]

I see the long arm of the Lord
is about to reach

into mysterious places.

Didn't take him long to get into
a [INAUDIBLE]..

Lay down.

Lay down.

[ENGINE STARTS]

Don't you go off without me,
Sam.

It should have been you and me,
you know that.

You're all up the shoot,
Miriam.

[INAUDIBLE] finds its own level
and you'll be

dragged back to the mat.

Don't tell me she's never
suggested it.

Yeah, but only when the roof
leaks.

Now, listen, Miriam, go home,
leave me and Sue alone.

You've got Stan.

But it'd be different with you
and me, Sam.

It's not too late.

Lots of people start a new life,
but not with a black

at their heels.

[CLANKING]

Sam?

That you, Sam?

A bloke could do with a drink
after

and finding his way up that path
of yours.

You'd better go, Jack.

Oh, come on, girl.

Just a drink.

Please, go.

That's where you'll end up,
back at the park,

eating dry chalk and sleeping on
the floor.

Come on, Sam.

Just a kiss.

I'm so lonely.

You know you want me.

Why, Sam, you're so passionate.

I don't care what you do.

I know we could be happy.

All right, yes.

Right here.

Crazy.

You're bloody mad.

Sam.

Sam.

Oh.

[GASP]

[GRUNTING]

[SCREAMING]

You hurting my baby!

[GRUNTING]

(SINGING) [INAUDIBLE]

You fucking slut!

[SCREAMING]

Calm down, you bitch!

Sam.

Sam!

Sam.

Sam.

[SCREAMING]

[GRUNTING]

No, shit.

He is a goner.

The pulse, Spud.

Try the pulse.

Dead as a doornail, Bas.

Roll him over.

I'm afraid so.

Get the Marshal!

Let us not be hasty now.

I fear the police may complicate
matters.

An accident, Bas.

Well, nobody meant to kill him.

Get the Marshal, Basil.

There's nothing else we can do.

Samuel, why don't you take
Susan back to the house?

Let us-- let us get him behind
the wheel.

I'm sure he'll be happier there.

Come on, Shorty.

[INAUDIBLE].

You see, if we go to the
constabulary,

he'll probably [INAUDIBLE].

3 and 1/2, you mean.

3 and 1/2?

3 and 1/2 to 1.

Even if the police do believe
us,

we have the boots to think of.

And that's not our place and
thought.

Bas.

Good thinking, Spud.

You have genius concealed under
that hat of yours.

Now, come on.

Push, push, push, push.

Over the railway line, through
the fence into the river.

The titan.

Heads up.

What the hell are you doing?

Right to the edge, lads.

Oh, it's suck.

Oh, shit, it's not going to go.

Never say die, chaps.

[CAR APPROACHING]

All right, what's going on
here?

Well, isn't anybody going to
tell me?

We're on our way to Sam's.

And you are?

Um, my good friend [INAUDIBLE]
McGhee, known to all as "Spud."

Please, officer, let me explain.

I'm Basil Beaumont Foster.

We were, as my good friend here
was telling you, returning

from the hotel on our way to to
Samuel's here for supper

when this truck came thundering
towards us.

So you're not in the truck.

Oh, Good Lord, no, no, no, no,
no, no.

Pedestrians.

Pedestrians.

We naturally assumed it would
reduce speed.

It didn't.

And what you'll see here is the
result.

The maniac tried to kill us.

Probably the dog pissing in the
snow.

But where's the driver?

Ah, asleep in the cab here.

Overindulgence, intoxicated.

Do you know who he is?

Voot-- Officer Jack Voot.

Christ, this man needs a
doctor.

Bring him into my car.

Ah, it occurs to me officer
that, um, we

should remove this obstruction.

So with your kind permission I
shall convey Mr. Voot

in his truck to the hospital,
thereby

solving all the problems at the
one time,

if you see what I mean.

Right.

So you follow me?

Excellent suggestion, officer.

Right.

Listen, get down.

Listen, when we hit town I want
you

to do the disappearing trick.

I got to sort this out.

Jack Voot's had an accident.

Oh my her--

Veronica, cut it out.

Christ.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[TRAIN HORN]

[BRAKES SCREECHING]

Basil.

Is that you?

[INAUDIBLE]?

What in the hell happened?

[INAUDIBLE] came too.

What the hell do you mean?

He woke up.

[INAUDIBLE] came too.

Grabbed me arm.

Engine stalled.

Failed to respond on the
starter.

Oh, golly, what a mess?

Bloody hell.

Was anyone hurt?

Are you telling me that man
came too?

Correct, officer.

Then he lunged at me.

I'm lucky to be here.

Oh, fucking hell.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[INAUDIBLE].

Why?

There's been an accident.

It's Jack Voot.

All right, come in.

MAN 1: The hell is it?

It's the Marshal.

Go back to bed, love.

I'll get something to eat when I
get to work.

We'll never be able to fix this
place up.

We'll have to move out to the
park.

I'm not living in any Maori
village.

I'm a Maori, Sam.

I'm not going back to the mat.

No but to anymore.

It'll be OK, as long as we
stick to Basil's story.

I'll get the lads to help and
fix it up.

It's not just the house, Sam.

It's the baby.

We'd be so much happier living
at the park.

Back to the mat, aye?

It's just what everyone's
waiting for.

I can just hear them now.

Sam, I was so happy as a child
living the way we did.

I just want that for our child
too.

Look, we'll-- we'll get
somewhere to live in town.

Everything will be OK, Sue.

It's tough enough as it is
without having to pay rent.

You have a look around town.

I'm sure there'll be something.

I have to go to work today.

Things have to look normal.

I'm so scared.

It'll be all right, Sue.

It'll be all right.

Stan.

How does it feel to be a
murderer?

What?

Smashing flagons over Voot's
head and putting the boot in.

I didn't think frost had the
guts

to push that truck on the line,
but he

did just to save your bacon.

You don't know what you're
talking about.

Yes, I do.

Miriam seen it all.

Who'd believe her.

Her word against five of us.

I was there too.

Oh, you bloody liar.

Who will Joe Voot believe, you
or me?

Listen, you killed Jack and
tried to cover it up.

You could've wrecked that train.

Throw the book at the lot of
you.

Marshal will be running around
in circles.

And Miriam and me were the key
witnesses.

You wouldn't.

That's right.

I wouldn't.

But just get your Mrs. to pay
that money she owes Miriam

and sign over that land of yours
to us.

That land's everything we've
got.

I suppose Tomlinson will be the
lawyer to handle it.

He'd know damn well I wouldn't
give it away.

Let him think I'm paying it
off.

Don't get any bright ideas.

It's that land or I go to the
cops,

and just for good measure, Joe
Voot.

You're a bastard, Breen.

Slimy, blackmailing bastard.

Voot tried to rape Sue.

Raped her, my backside.

You just got home too early.

That's all.

Coitus interruptus.

I'll see you down at the pub
tonight

and we'll sort out that
appointment with Tomlinson.

[HORN]

You hear that, Voot?

Yeah, nothing like a dinner,
aye?

[INAUDIBLE] fucking
[INAUDIBLE]..

- Jesus, what a piss-off, eh? -
What?

You're short a penny?

Hello, my lads, that's it.

Only the foreman and some of the
longest serving employees

are to be retained.

As for us, the season terminates
forthwith.

No holiday pay?

10 years I've been in this place
and they still

haven't put me on permanent.

You must be keeping the wrong
company, old chap.

Now to an even more disturbing
problem.

It seems, from what Samuel has
told us,

we are to employ a colloquialism
up the creek without a paddle.

Well, it's either prison or Sam
loses land.

Grim though it is the fact must
be faced.

You haven't got any stick we
can fall back on, have you,

Basil?

You refer to the fabled
Beaumont

Foster carburetor, no doubt?

Not a success, old boy.

And just between you and me, and
no one in his right mind

would have ever bought one.

My dear father in England owns
the only ones in existence.

Skulls of them.

It took a tank full of petroleum
to circumnavigate

the village square.

We thought you were getting
royalties from it.

Isn't it obvious?

My dear truncated friend you see
before you, a remittance man

without a remittance.

Truncated.

Sawn off, Shorty.

Short.

Right you are.

Outside.

I want a word with you.

Remain here, chaps.

Does he want all of us?

Hell does he want?

About the accident, I suppose.

Well, I'm not going until I get
my pay.

It seems our presence is
required in the Marshal's

office by one Detective Sergeant
Waterworth, the sleuth

from the big city, who is
conducting

inquiries into the unfortunate
accident that befell Jack Voot.

What?

Now?

We've got to get changed.

We want our pay.

Lads, all has been arranged.

We can pick up our
remunerations, et cetera,

and the good Marshal will
chauffeur us there.

[INAUDIBLE].

[KNOCKING]

Right. You.

Here.

You might as well take a seat,
gentlemen.

Excuse me, Constable, but is
this likely to take long?

Well, it's up to you.

I see.

Thank you.

Rather we were in the Boozer.

[CLANKING]

[SNAP]

- This the drivers? - Yes.

That's right, sir.

Beaumont.

Beaumont Foster.

Basil Beaumont Foster, Sergeant,
from--

The freezing works.

Right.

Well, Mr. Basil Beaumont Foster,
why

don't you tell me in your own
words exactly what happened?

Well, on the night in question
we

were returning from the hotel en
route to Sam--

Jamieson's.

The cottage up the hill.

Yes.

We were walking on the roadway
because, well, the foot--

The foot path is a disgrace to
the council.

And this drunken bastard came
driving straight at us

all over the road.

Exactly.

Well, I don't know, Sergeant.

I think you should have made
three

carbon copies of the first one,
could've saved us

all a lot of time.

I don't know why I bother.

I really don't know why I
bother.

Why don't you just piss off?

You can sign that later.

Popular bloke this Voot,
wouldn't you say?

Well, I suppose, like most of
us, Sergeant,

he had his admirers and his
detractors.

A lot of people would be
pleased to see him dead,

I should think.

What I'd like to know is what he
was doing after he

left the pub at about 8:45.

They tell me he got himself into
a bit of a mess

between 8:45 and 9:30, say?

Truck stalled, did it?

He came to and grabbed the
wheel.

The wheel?

My foot slipped.

Off the wheel?

The accelerator, Sergeant.

Still you managed to jump
clear,

so you're lucky to be alive.

You could say that.

Yes.

Quite a trick there.

We'll be in touch.

Goodbye.

By the way, weren't you also
with Mr. O'Keefe when he died?

Mr. O'Keefe, Detective
Sergeant,

was a very dear friend of mine.

Don't leave town.

[INAUDIBLE].

Oh, come on, Spud. One more.

I'll get another round.

No, I'm going fishing.

See you, Sue.

I'll be at the wharf.

SUE JAMIESON: Bye, bye, Spud.

MAN 2: Time again?

Yeah, filling up, Amos.

Jamieson.

Jamieson.

I'll ring Tomlinson, Tuesday
tomorrow.

All right.

That's 2 o'clock here and 2:30
there,

so don't you try anything.

Remember?

Don't try anything.

Thanks, Amos.

What did the illustrious Stanley
Breen have to say?

He's arranged an appointment
with Tomlinson at 2:30.

Meeting at 2 o'clock here.

You can't give us a lift, can
you?

Of course, dear boy.

Does Susan know about this?

If I only had the heart.

Have you found a place to live?

Yeah, the old place above Ted
[INAUDIBLE]'s's place.

It's got bedding and we stay
there tonight.

$15 a week.

It's going to be living
hand-to-mouth.

Why don't you go to the past,
Samuel?

Susan would be much happier
there.

Yeah, I know.

I would as well.

You know, Basil, a man would
feel a bit of a failure

if he couldn't support his own
wife.

What the hell does it matter?

The old Maori had the right
idea.

This is a rat race.

When you're too old to work
you're

poor if you haven't saved every
bauble

and lived miserably when you
were

young enough to enjoy yourself.

You could have a life of
contentment down at the park.

People would say we're going
back to the mat.

People-- what people say is of
no consequence, Sammy.

People are all scratching a
living

in this foul world of ours.

Scraping and scrimping for what?

Yeah.

It's work, work, work and then
you're dead.

I think deep down all of us
would

like a pallet on the floor.

I envy your opportunity, my dear
friend.

Come on, Spud.

[GRUNTING]

Just stay on your feet, will
you?

I'll slog off that
[INAUDIBLE]..

Get up, will you?

You got a problem, Miriam?

Oh, don't worry, Joe.

There's a taxi coming.

We'll be right-- - You get the
taxi.

I'll take him home.

[GRUNTING]

A taxi's coming.

You don't have to worry, Joe.

There's a taxi coming.

I've ordered it.

It should be here any minute.

What's the deal with Jamieson?

I don't know what you're
talking about.

What's the deal, Miriam.

- I don't know any details, Joe.
- Listen, you bitch.

I heard him talking in the pub
about some lawyer.

Get a bulldozer and clear out
all this gaffe.

What the fuck are you talking
about?

Shut up, Stan.

Don't you say anything.

Joe, he's drunk.

[INAUDIBLE] between 'em.

And [INAUDIBLE].

Get out.

Just get out.

[INAUDIBLE].

[INAUDIBLE], don't you?

[INAUDIBLE]

[INAUDIBLE],, where's that long
streak

of palmy piss-fuster gone?

Johnny.

Johnny.

Foster!

Sheesh.

What do you want?

- Bastard Foster. - He's not
here.

Bull shit.

You got his mates in there.

- Oh, fuck off, Voot. - Yeah,
piss off, Voot.

Give him to me, [INAUDIBLE].

Piss off!

Oh, shit.

Right, you fucking runt.

Where's your long palmy mate?

He's gone fishing.

Goofer!

Foster.

Come out before I shorten this
runt even further.

Shit.

He's not at the hut.

He's not at the pisser.

So where is he?

I said, where is he?

Fishing.

There's a wharf.

You lied to me.

Come on.

Get in.

One little squeak from you,
runt,

and I'll squash you like a bug.

[ENGINE STARTS]

McGhee, where's that long
[INAUDIBLE]

palmy-pissed Foster?

Down here.

[INAUDIBLE]

Foster.

Foster.

[GRUNTING]

Looking for me, old chap?

[SCREAM]

Jesus, can he swim?

Apparently not.

God, I need a drink.

Come on, Basil.

I fear our predicament is far
too acute for comfort.

What we need is some--

some angling gear, some Voot
angling gear.

Oh, yeah--

Oh, shit.

There's some in his truck.

Yeah, hang on, I'll get it.

Excellent, excellent. Why was
he here?

Why was Joe looking for me?

All I could find in the back.

Excellent.

Excellent, Spud.

Excellent.

It will now appear, to any
suspicious minds,

that Joe has been fishing here.

He's a little stewed.

Drops his bag into the cargo
there

and in climbing down to retrieve
it, falls into the water

and drowns.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah, I'll get you.

Oh, Christ, I just hope we get
away with all of this.

Aren't you going to drop me at
the flat first, Basil?

It's just along there.

There's something I want to
talk to you about first, Sue.

Perhaps we should have a drink
first.

We'll pick up the Breens.

The Breens?

Yeah.

See you in a minute.

It's about the land, Sue.

I didn't tell you before
because, well, I thought

you were miserable enough.

Miriam was there that night.

She saw everything, the fight,
the train crash.

She told Stanley.

Amos going to the funeral?

Indeed he is.

And this establishment closes in
20 minutes,

so drink up and be married.

[INAUDIBLE] planting Jack Voot
will be dragging

the wharf for his brother.

Joe Voot?

They found his bag.

He must've been fishing the
incoming tide and slipped.

Joe Voot.

[INAUDIBLE] thousands wouldn't.

Others have drowned there.

Won't be the last.

How true.

Many brave hearts are asleep in
the deep.

But what were those words from
his palsied lips?

A little birdie has been
whispering in Joe Voot's ear,

or to be more precise, a
slobbering inebriant.

Speak of the devil.

What are you doing here,
Foster?

Now chemist in such
questionable shape.

You wish to go to [INAUDIBLE],,
do you not?

With Jamieson, not you.

Well, I come equipped with
motor

vehicle to convey you there.

The taxicab, unfortunately, is
busy

with the funeral arrangements.

Yeah, I thought--

Her hair stands up like worms
in excrement.

Shit.

Yeah, well, the car's outside.

Come on, let's get weaving. -
What's the hurry?

It's only quarter to.

First, I must drop Susan off at
her new residence,

then I shall convey you to
Tomlinson.

Christ, what happened to you,
mate?

Oh, fell down the bank back at
Johnny's place last night.

Jeez, I could get a drink.

It's been a shit of a week.

Here, old chap, have mine.

What a piece of junk.

It'll serve its purpose
admirably, madam.

Samuel and Susan, in the front.

Basil, [INAUDIBLE].

You leave everything to me,
dear Susan.

We're going to the park first.

We'll make other arrangements
later.

Come on.

We'll be late for Tomlinson.

All in good time, Mr. Breen.

All in good time.

Foster, hold it right there,
buddy.

Now, where do you think you're
going?

I have business to attend to,
Sergeant.

Detective Waterworth would like
a word with you.

I'm afraid it will have to wait
till later, Sergeant.

Don't you think you got some
explaining to do?

Not only were you in the vehicle
the night Jack Voot was killed,

but we've got it on good
authority

that Joe Voot went looking for
him and suddenly disappeared.

My dear, dear Sergeant Larkman,

as I've already explained, I'm a
little busy right now,

but I shall be only too happy to
call on the good detective

later.

That's two deaths in the one
week.

He thinks there's something
fishy going on.

Say that again.

Chumps away!

You bloody maniac.

He'll run us all in.

Marshal, think you've got a bit
of a flatty there.

Right.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

You out. You two, come with me.

- What the hell's going on? -
You, move over.

I need this car for police
business.

What about my driver's license?

I'm sorry, love.

We can go for your rider's
license when we get back.

You dick!

Hey, take it easy.

It'd be pity for O'Keefe to
leave no family.

Haven't you done enough
already?

I'm just beginning.

Yeah.

Well, you live with it.

We'll leave it here, Samuel.

You can unload it later.

All right, let's get it off.

Thank you, Basil.

You're such a good friend to us.

The pleasure's all mine, dear
lady.

How long's this palaver going
on for?

Ready your bags, Foster.

Have you no soul, madam?

Soul?

Forget about soul.

Let's get moving.

When your turn comes to meet
your maker,

I doubt you'll be in such a
hurry.

Come, Samuel.

[POLICE SIREN]

Can't this heap of nuts and
bolts go any faster, Foster?

You're always in a hurry, Mrs.
Breen.

I wonder why that is.

Yeah, can I have a drop of
that.

In a word, dear boy, no.

Pass it here, Samuel, when
you've drunk your fill,

of course.

I'm not driving with drunks.

Oh, really.

Shall I let you off here?

You're bloody well mad, you
are.

Get going and stop being so
stupid.

I'll have you know, madam, I am

neither mad nor stupid, a little
drunk perhaps,

but not mad or stupid.

Well, get going then.

We've got a funeral to go to as
well.

To you, madam, I say,
arseholes.

Do not address yourself to me
again ever.

Don't worry, Sam.

I know what I'm doing.

I shall see to it that you reach
your destinations, all of you.

I tell you, he's mad.

This poor chap.

He doesn't appear to have these
blighters under control.

Samuel, why don't you show him
how?

Come on now, with a smile on
your face

and a song in your heart.

[HUMMING]

Take this in remembrance.

Foster, wait!

Foster!

You're in a hurry to die,
Miriam?

[GRUNTING]

Lord, have patience with me!

WOMAN: (SINGING) Some things in
this life I shouldn't have.

Some I should.

I may have lived a bad life,
love.

Basil!

Basil!

Christ.

Is that Foster?

Yeah.

It was Basil.

How come you weren't with him?

He made me get out of the car to
shoo the sheep.

Oh my God.

WOMAN: (SINGING) Bad life.

Good life.

Makes no difference anymore.

I found my heaven on the floor.

Make me a pallet on the floor.

Make me a pallet on the floor.

Make it long, make it low, so my
baby and I

will know we can keep those hard
times from the door.

I don't want to have no double
of You

can throw away those sprays.

I don't want no bunk when I am
drunk.

And a cut would clip my wings.

I don't want to be a boaster.

in some satin sheet for a
poster.

Make me a pallet on the floor.