There's Something in the Pilliga (2014) - full transcript

(CICADAS BUZZING)

Subtitles by explosiveskull

(TRAFFIC RUMBLING)

(♪ "ONE MORE TIME," BY
THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

(BIRDS CAWING)

JAY: Fuck me.

Mate, you got any pepper or what?

DYLAN: I think so, in the dry escort.

(BIRDS CAWING)

JAY: Is there anything
that I can't fix?

Well good, mate, all sorted.



(♪ "THE RIGHT KIND" BY
THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

(BIRD CAWING)

(♪ "I'LL FIND A BETTER WAY"
BY THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

Can I help you?

(JAY YAWNS)

It's gonna be a good day, mate.

DYLAN: Yeah.

Gonna be a very good day, I think.

DYLAN: These evil wages.

Sorted, mate, sorted.

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

Ah, I think you've got me
and you confused, mate.

DYLAN: Yeah, of course I do.

So what are the plans?



I thought we'd just go down
to the boulevards mate, yeah?

Have a bit of a feed, give
the dog a bit of a splash.

- DYLAN: Yeah.
- And then out to Baradine.

DYLAN: Okay.

(MUMBLES) said that it is the place

to be on New Year's Eve, mate.

DYLAN: What did you say about

your old mate again, or something?

(MUMBLES) fucking
seeing Amy tomorrow, mate.

We're going to go to the pub tonight,

we're going to head out
seeing Amy tomorrow morning.

DYLAN: Yep.

Yeah, mate.

You're going to love me mate,

old school, real good bloke.

(MUMBLES)

fucking knows his shit.

DYLAN: (MUMBLES).

JAY: Well, do you know how
to work that camera, mate?

If you don't know how
to work it, we dicked.

(LAUGHS)

(♪ "UNTIL I SEE YOU AGAIN"
BY THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

(LIQUID TRICKLING)

DYLAN: Look at it,
just look at that, yeah?

Trying to check out your worm, Jay.

JAY: Snake, mate, snake.

(LAUGHS)

Hey, mate, you're getting us confused.

I've got an anaconda.

See the ball baths are right here, buddy.

DYLAN: Wait, hang on.

Did I hear that?

Did you just say "ball baths"?

We're going to wash our balls?

(LAUGHS)

I don't know about that,

sounds a bit strange to me.

JAY: Yep, people around here

breaking in and swimming
in the ball baths.

That's 20 years on your life.

(WATER RUSHING)

DYLAN: 20 years to your life?

Huh.

Hey Jay, Oy.

This chick's left the
door open to the shower,

look at this.

(SIGHS)

What?

Oh, shit, it's a bloke.

(JAY LAUGHS)

(SIZZLES)

Hey, Jay.

JAY: Yeah?

DYLAN: Have a look at this.

Ha-ha-ha,

JAY: looks like I'm going
to get lucky tonight, mate,

I don't know about you.

DYLAN: Oh, yeah, right.

Well, you've got the camera, mate, so,

you can film me with both of 'em.

(LAUGHS)

Do you mind not filming me, please?

DYLAN: Sorry.

Sounds like that sex-tape
thing isn't a go, eh?

We'll see, mate, we'll see.

That was hurtful.

"You mind not filming me, please?"

(LAUGHS)

Hey, you girls want a drink or a food?

EMMA: We're fine, thanks.

- Suit yourself.
- What's your dog's name?

JAY: Wolfy.

Yeah, his name's Wolfy.

You sure you not want a drink or a food?

No, we're fine.

DYLAN: Got plenty of sausages for ya.

We're alright, thank you.

I've heard all about you, Peter.

And your truck.

DYLAN: Peter?

What does she mean "Peter"?

(MUMBLES) named that, mate.

Peter pop-a-lon.

(SIZZLING)

Hey, great dog by the way.

JAY: Jeez, mate, you
should meet his owner.

He would love a scratch
behind the ear from you.

(JAY LAUGHS)

(BIRDS CAWING)

Make sure you get these
girls on camera, mate.

Get something for the spank bank later.

Look at this fucking idiot.

You getting this?

(MUMBLES) wants to part right
next to my fucking truck.

Fucking idiot.

Come here.

Down boy.

Taking you for a swim, eh?

Oh, mate, it's going down like water, eh?

DYLAN: Yeah, me, too.

You got to eat the last one.

DYLAN: Fell inside.

Fuck me.

We'll have to head out of here soon,

get at the pub.

Hey, you've had a feed, mate, come on.

You're getting a bath, eh?

Okay, hey?

You going to get a bath, hey?

You need to go for a bath, eh?

Good fucking boy, yeah, dusty are ya?

DYLAN: Fuck me.

Are you getting that?

(LAUGHS)

DYLAN: Oh, no.

You're bad.

Yeah.

Serves the little fucker right.

Parked next to my truck, mate.

(DYLAN LAUGHS)

Fucking baby boomers, eh?

DYLAN: Well, hurry up with the dog,

cause I want to get to the pub.

Yeah, mate, yeah, yeah,

fucking hold on.

Come on boy, let's go, eh?

Come on.

(DYLAN LAUGHS)

Come on, you want to go for a swim, eh?

Look at this dickhead.

Not a dog, not today.

What an asshole.

Hey, mate.

Mate!

Hey, mate, I'm talking to you.

Yeah, and I'm trying to bath me dog!

You're not bloody
bathing a dog in here, pal.

There's bloody rules.

JAY: Well, mate, he's
covered in dust, right?

Two minutes won't hurt anyone.

Well I care if he's covered in shit,

he's not coming in here.

JAY: Alright, those signs there?

That's a guide mate, alright?

Settle down.

BOB: Yeah, well it's not
a guide for a seeing eye dog

and it's not coming in here.

JAY: (MUMBLES) would ya?

BOB: No, I won't.

JAY: Give it a spill, would ya, eh?

Hey, you bloody taking
photos of me, pal?

DYLAN: No?

You bloody better not
be, I'll throttle ya.

DYLAN: I'm not!

Jesus, darling, how
long we been coming here?

Bloody years!

And these pricks show up,
wanna ruin it for everyone.

Ain't nothing but a pack of assholes,

the lot of 'em!

SUE: Bob!

Ah, don't bloody "Bob,"

I've had enough of 'em.

(MUMBLES) How's that for ya, Wolfy?

Old fucking bastard.

Get out of here before fucking
pops fucking acts up again.

DYLAN: Hey, hey, hey.

Did you see his swimmers?

BOB: Hey listen, mate.

While you're there, clean
your bloody barbecue up.

JAY: Yeah mate, yeah will do.

Hey, they're nice swimmers
by the way, buddy.

Yeah.

JAY: They still make them for men?

(BOB SHOUTING)

Keep talking, you fucking baby boomer,

I'll kick ya out, sunshine.

BOB: Yeah, piss off!

I'm about to leave ya.

Hey! You're still bloody
(MUMBLES) me, you bastard?

DYLAN: No, I'm not,
mate, I'm not doing...

I'll tell you what, you better not be.

I'll tear you right, ear and ear!

(♪ "DEVIL GIRL" BY THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

The fucking conditions
of these roads, eh?

DYLAN: Yeah?

JAY: Fucking living in
this prick of joint, eh?

I reckon the dentist is
also the mechanic, hahaha!

(♪ "90 DAYS" BY THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

You alright, Wolfy?

(TRAFFIC RUMBLING)

Greatest investment that fan, mate.

DYLAN: Yeah?

JAY: When the women get
a little bit hot, you know?

DYLAN: Hey, Jay, what was that?

You ever been out to these
parts of the woods, mate?

DYLAN: No.

Let me tell you.

Good experiences out
here to be seen, mate,

good experiences to be seen.

DYLAN: Yeah?

Let's just say...

You're out in the scruff...

Not all that wanders is lost,
if you know what I mean.

It's a great camera, too,
bet it cost a pretty penny.

DYLAN: Oh, yeah, still paying for that.

JAY: I really appreciate
you coming out here

and doing this for me, eh?

DYLAN: Yeah, that's alright, no prob,

you know that.

JAY: How has your photography course

been going anyway?

DYLAN: Yeah, good, good.

You said you wanted some
kickass photos of you,

and I needed some anyways,

so it's worked out well for us both.

JAY: Yep, just keep it rolling, right?

DYLAN: Yeah, I've got spare batteries.

- Shit!
- You lost, mate?

DYLAN: You scared the shit outta me.

Nah, mate, no, I think we're okay,

I'm pretty sure we're alright.

(DOGS BARKING)

Good hearing it.

Wait here.

DYLAN: I think he's gonna get a map.

JAY: Probably gonna get a banjo.

(LAUGHS)

DYLAN: Nah, maybe he's
going to get his sister.

JAY: Well he isn't gonna
get a fucking lawnmower,

has he, look at his lawn, eh?

DYLAN: Motherfuckers got a gun.

How about you get fucking
lost somewhere else?

DYLAN: Shit, he's got a gun.

Quick, go, drive, go,
fuck he's got a gun, shit.

(♪ "LIQUOR STORE" BY THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

JAY: You alright, Wolfy?

DYLAN: I like surprises.

JAY: Good, because
you're about to get one.

Smell that?

(MUMBLES) that, mate.

- (JAY LAUGHS)
- DYLAN: Oh, god.

Jeez, let me out here.

Better in than out,
mate, better out than in.

(♪ "HURTS TOO MUCH" BY
THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

Well, looks like we're here, mate.

DYLAN: Yep.

Let's go on, then.

Hey not bad, not bad.

JAY: I know, bright fella.

DYLAN: (MUMBLES).

JAY: Bright crowd in there too, mate?

DYLAN: So, where are we sleeping again?

Sleeping?

JAY: Yeah.

Sleep when you're dead, mate.

Tonight, we party.

You sleep wherever you land on, mate.

(♪ "DON'T COME BACK" BY
THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

(MUMBLES) one of those chicks
from the ball baths, though.

DYLAN: I told you
they're hiding from you.

Mate, I am like a (MUMBLES) bus.

I pick out, and I drop off.

Well, we going in or what?

DYLAN: Yep.

JAY: You might want
to turn that camera off

before we go in, mate.

DYLAN: It's easy, what, this
is something we're filming?

Mate, I understand that,
but the people inside

they might think you're a
bit of a strange bastard.

DYLAN: Yeah, look,
alright, I'll turn it off.

But I'm taking it in and I'll
see what it's like in there,

and if it's alright I'll
turn it back on (MUMBLES).

Whatever, mate, whatever.

DYLAN: Alright.

(♪ "OUT IN EXILE" BY THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

I'll tell you what, there's
someone to talk to you, right.

JAY: Tell me about it, mate, eh?

I feel like a kid in a candy shop.

DYLAN: So, tell me more
about this Hermie bloke.

I've told you all
you need to know, mate.

Hey, she's not bad on the eye, ey?

- DYLAN: You see that?
- JAY: Yep.

She was checking me out, mate.

DYLAN: Yeah, she was checking you out.

(♪ "GETTING OVER YOU"
BY THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

Hey, you reckon I
can join in there mate,

or is it just for your girl?

Oy, mate, fuck off.

(JAY LAUGHS)

(♪ "SMILE" BY THE DENNIS BOYS BAND)

I wonder if she'd come back to my place,

stare at the ceiling for a bit, eh?

DYLAN: Hey, that was piss (MUMBLES).

JAY: Checking me, as usual, eh?

Oh hang on, what's going on here?

That's that tool from before, man.

She gave it to him.

(GUITAR STRUMMING)

(MUMBLES) fucking do this anymore,

you best get the fuck
out of my fucking life.

(SPEAKING TRAILS OFF)

Oh, hang on.

(DYLAN LAUGHS)

Look at this, alright?

(DYLAN LAUGHS)

Fucking have a look at this, would ya?

Did I, or did I not tell you that Baradine

was the place to on New Years Eve, mate?

DYLAN: Yes, you did.

- JAY: (MUMBLES EXCITEDLY)
- DYLAN: Yes, you did.

JAY: No way!

(BOTH MOANING EXCITEDLY)

DYLAN: Oh, god...

JAY: Oh my,

I'm going to get in on that shit, mate.

DYLAN: What?

JAY: Here you go, ladies.

What the fuck, get out!

(DYLAN LAUGHS)

Are you fucking kidding, eh?

They threw a fucking dildo
at me, did you see that?

(CHATTER)

10, nine, eight,

seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one,

Happy New Year!

(CHEERING)

Happy New Year, mate.

DYLAN: Yeah, you, too, champ.

I can't believe how far (MUMBLES).

They get far (MUMBLES) all
of them out, let me tell you.

(BAGPIPES)

DYLAN: They certainly do,

I'll tell you what, I'm feeling it.

Happy New Years, boys.

JAY: And you.

I don't know who you are,

But I'm sure that I will.

You guys want some glowsticks?

DYLAN: Cool, thanks.

(GIRL LAUGHING)

Told you she wanted me, mate, eh?

(JAY LAUGHS)

Doesn't come close to Wolfy, though.

- DYLAN: Oh, okay.
- JAY: (MUMBLES)

Oy.

DYLAN: Oh, hello.

Can you undo a trucker's knot?

DYLAN: I don't know.

That's good,

cause I'm going to tie you up like it.

What?

(DYLAN LAUGHS)

C'mon, Tam.

Finally.

JAY: Looks like you're
buying my next beer, sweetheart.

You spilled most of it
when you bumped me before.

Excuse me, mate?

JAY: Alright, alright,
I'll buy you one.

I'll buy your pretty little
friend here one, too.

Is that so?

DYLAN: I'll buy the drink,

it's my turn anyway.

You girls want one?

Yeah, yes, please, that'd be nice.

Get me anything, surprise.

- Me, too.
- DYLAN: Okay, cool

JAY: Sounds like me, get
her a trucker's knot, mate.

LIZ: "Ha ha ha" very funny.

What're your names, anyway?

She's Tammy and I'm Liz.

- You?
- JAY: Tammy?

A pretty name.

(TAMMY LAUGHS)

I'm Jay, this is Dylan.

Dylan, Hey?

Well, they're doing the
Harley Davidson show,

that's Neil, he's the dickhead.

Get this, just 'cause
he kissed Tammy once,

he thinks that he owns her.

- DYLAN: Uh huh.
- What an idiot.

We're of them, right?

No need to advertise it, Liz.

JAY: You want to come
outside for a smoke?

Yeah, I would.

JAY: Let's do it.

(DYLAN HUMS "HERE COMES THE BRIDE")

Oh, settle down, settle down.

Hang on, hang on, Dylan.

Ah, for fuck's sake.

What're you filming?

You filming me, mate?

DYLAN: I'm not filming you,

don't even know ya.

Why don't you just fuck off, Neil?

She's not interested,
can't you get it, mate?

Shut up you drunk ass skank.

She's not your type, Neil.

Don't you usually like 'em dead?

Look, shut the fuck before I flog you

like the bitch you are.

Why don't you have a
crack and then a kneel,

you fucking nibble?

Neil, I said I'm not
fucking interested, fuck.

See?

There are loads of other
lovely women here tonight,

can't you just leave me alone.

Look mate, turn that camera
off or I'll shove it up...

You can come and watch if you like,

I heard you like to watch.

Yeah, keep going, mate, keep going.

You want to see where
you're finishing all the...

Turn that fucking camera off.

Fuck off...

Say "hi" to your mom for me, fellas!

Jay, they're throwing bottles!

Come on, let's go, let's go.
(JAY SHOUTING)

(LAUGHTER)

Jeez, that was exciting, wasn't it?

Happy New Year, everyone.

So, what's everybody's
New Years Resolution, then?

LIZ: I never make 'em,
cause I always break 'em.

DYLAN: Yeah, me, too.

I just want to get out
of Baradine and hit up the

(MUMBLES) Hermie place.

Who's "Her-mie Puh-by"?

Oh, it's not an old hermit mate of mine,

who lives out there in the Pillaga scrub.

Well, why do they call
him Hermie (MUMBLES)?

All his ex-wives took
him to the cleaners, mate.

Took him for everything he owns.

He's out there in the
Pillaga scrub by himself.

You know what, so sad.

Yeah, got him well and good, but uh,

not too keen on women
now, as you can imagine.

What?

Don't get your panties
in a bunch, girls.

You'll be alright, you're with me.

Ain't I his mate?

DYLAN: Sounds like love.

Get fucked, would you mate?

And turn that camera off, too,

give us a rest, would ya?

(♪ "OUT ON THE BELT" BY THE BLOWFLYZ)

DYLAN: We're going back to the Pilliga?

Bloody 'roos.

Always harder to see after the rain.

DYLAN: They're not that bad, are they?

You got no idea, mate.

Tammy, I've got a surprise for you.

Oy.

Rise and shine, TimTam.

DYLAN: Is that what I think it is?

What, Viagra?

It'd have to be Niagara to keep him wet.

Here you go.

Whoa, where are we?

Almost at Hermie
(MUMBLES), not far now, mate.

Want one?

TAMMY: How long have I been asleep for?

Bit over a half an hour or so,

- Nah, man.
- Since we left the pub.

I'm fine.

Do you see that sign?

Yup.

And?

And nothing, mate.

Just keep cycling your
purse (MUMBLING), darling.

DYLAN: Jay, that said national park.

(♪ "NOT RIGHT NOW" BY CHRIS E. THOMAS)

(CICADAS BUZZING)

Why did all his exes leave him?

He seems like a poor old bloke.

Eh, darling, goes a
little something like this.

When a man meets a woman, he
wants her to stay the same.

And when a woman meets a man,

she obviously wants him to change.

So, when they break up, he's got the shits

cause she has changed,

and she's got the shits, cause he hasn't.

That is why men and women should not live

in the same houses with each other.

Instead, they should
live in separate houses

besides one another.

Quite the little
philosopher aren't you, Jay?

I am.

You're not one of those
sensitive "new age" guys, are ya?

Yeah, right.

Think you got me a little bit confused

with your boyfriend over there.

I'm more of a caring,
understanding 90s type,

as you like to say.

DYLAN: Welcome to another episode of

Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.

(ENGINE HUMMING)

We're nearly at Hermie's now, so...

When we get there, you guys
let me do the talking, alright?

Yeah.

DYLAN: Yeah, sure.

You've got nothing
to worry about, girls.

He knows me.

LIZ: He's not going to have a (MUMBLES)

because we're women, is he?

JAY: Not if you keep your trap shut

and let me do the talking, you ain't.

LIZ: Look at all
this shit at this place.

(♪ "IN THE DAM" BY LEE FORSTER)

JAY: Hermie!

Hermie (MUMBLES).

Hermie, where are ya?

Watch your step, girls.

Hermie, you old bastard.

Hermie!

(PARROT TALKING)

Hermie, you crazy old
bastard, where are ya?

What's your plan tonight?

(MUMBLES) want breakfast?

TAMMY: Who's Peter, man?

JAY: That's what he call me because I

love his fucking (MUMBLES).

TAMMY: Peter?

Yeah, you know, Tam.

Peter, Peter, Pumpkin-Eater.

JAY: Hermie!

Where are ya, mate?

Are you sure we should be in here?

JAY: Yeah, we'll be alright.

LIZ: What's that a drawing of?

It's a pig trap.

(MUMBLES) the one to kill
you in the pub last night.

Fuck you.

JAY: Later, Liz, later.

More concentrated on
finding Hermie right now.

DYLAN: Hey, Jay, look at this.

JAY: Yeah, what's up?

DYLAN: Quick, come here.

Hermie's drawn a picture of your mum.

JAY: (MUMBLES) real
funny, mate, real funny.

LIZ: What is it?

JAY: That is an (MUMBLES) myth,

that's what that is.

Depending on who you ask, of course.

What's that smell?

I know, man, yeah.

JAY: It's probably something
dead, maybe a rural rabbit.

LIZ: What?

Hermie!

Never understood why Hermie has a curtain,

his window doesn't even have any glass.

Might as well close the
curtain you silly bastard.

(SCOFFS)

DYLAN: I don't know about Hermie, Jay,

but I've definitely found Kermie.

(LAUGHS)

LIZ: No one's here, Jay.

Looks like they haven't
been here for a while.

DYLAN: Look, the
calendar's marked November 30,

so he's been here the
last month, at least.

TAMMY: What if
something happened to him?

Then I'll deal with that, alright?

Can't be too far, he often wanders.

Bullshit, nobody leaves like this, mate,

I think you're having us on.

Alright, once you meet
him you'll understand.

He's got to be still alive,
his car's out in the front.

Can't be too far, wherever he's going,

he's got to be on foot.

Well, you and me might have to

have a bit of a wander, Dylan.

DYLAN: Yeah, alright.

What about us?

Well, you girls gotta
wait back in the car.

I don't want to take
you shirtless (MUMBLES)

before I've got the chance
to give him a heads up.

Shirt's made fine.

Leave that camera in the car, too, mate.

I wasn't going looking
for a dirty old bastard

in the bush anyway.

Well you found us, didn't ya, eh?

Better than finding a dirty
old bastard in your bush.

DYLAN: You bringing the dog?

Yeah, mate.

He'll help up find him, won't you boy?

Huh, won't ya, come on, good boy.

Alright, you girls stay in the truck.

Hermie comes back,

tell him we've gone to
look for him, alright?

TAMMY: Will do.

Do we tell him we're with Peter or Jay?

Well, stay in my truck and
he'll know you're with me.

Can you leave your keys, at least?

Yeah, okay.

Don't go leaving that radio on, though.

If that battery goes dead,
we'll be stuck here alright?

And don't go going through
me shit, either, alright?

I'm not an idiot, Peter.

Alright, to you it's still Jay.

DYLAN: Anyway, Liz, here's the camera.

Can I film?

DYLAN: Yep.

TAMMY: I can't say this
is my idea of New Years,

but you know what, these guys are nice.

LIZ: Yeah, not mine either.

If Dylan wasn't so hot, I
wouldn't stayed in Baradine.

(TAMMY LAUGHS)

So, how're you feeling?

TAMMY: I guess I'm
feeling a little bit better.

Just needed to get away
from that asshole, you know?

LIZ: Can you tape back over it?

TAMMY: You're asking the wrong person.

You know what, Dylan's a catch.

You struck it gold.

LIZ: I know man, thanks.

(♪ "SLAUGHTERING OF LAMBS" BY THE NOFFS)

Oy, I've got an idea.

Want to do something naughty?

Naughty?

Jay said we can't leave the car.

LIZ: Not that kind of naughty.

What do you want to do?

LIZ: Well, you know, I want to leave

a surprise message on Dylan's camera.

Something to remember us by.

Alright, what do you got in mind?

LIZ: Yes!

Follow my lead.

(♪ "BEER AND LIPSTICK" BY BRYEN WILLEMS)

(LIZ LAUGHS)

Thought we were going to
all the way, didn't you Dylan?

You thought wrong!

God, you're a bitch.

Damn straight!

Dylan seemed more keen to go off with Jay

than he did to stay here with me.

Your loss, Dylan.

God, you're bad.

Bad to the bone, baby.

Like my breast friends?

Best sex you never had, Dylan.

Anyway, ready?

Let's do it.

Okay, I think it's on.

Yeah, baby.

You could've seen what
was under that, Dylan.

Yeah!

LIZ: Yeah girlfriend, whoohoo!

(♪ "DEEP DOWN I'M
SHALLOW" BY BRYEN WILLEMS)

Hey, put the radio on, would you?

Yeah, I would if I could
actually get a station out here.

Of course you can, it's
not like we're on Mars.

We may as well be.

I'll do it then.

(STATIC BUZZING)

TAMMY: You've got
to actually tune it in

(MUMBLES) at least.

That's what I'm doing.

TAMMY: This is all you.

Shit.

(♪ "OPEN UP YOUR HEART"
BY G. WAYNE THOMAS)

Here we go, here we go.

Yes, I love this song.

Mum used to play it all the time.

Yeah, it sounds like something my mum

would really enjoy.

Shh, don't interrupt.

God you weren't wrong when
you said you loved that song.

Shh, (MUMBLES).

MAN OVER RADIO: I
just want to let you know

that if I find ya.

Hello, yes, we're here.

Hello?

That sounded like Neil.

Don't be stupid.

Man, I knew I should've
stayed back there

and talked to him.

What?

Look, he obviously cares about me.

He's out here in the bush looking for me.

He said that he'd kill us, Tam.

He said that he'd kill Jay, not us.

Jay gave him what he deserved.

He's going to be sore and sorry.

It's not even Neil, he's
probably at home sleeping it off.

Get back on the two-way and find out.

What?

Please.

Look, we don't have to tell
him where we are straight away.

Is that you, Neil?

Look, I'll tell you where we are

as long as you promise
to treat Tammy better.

I'm gonna get my undies.

Tam...

Is that camera off?

Oh, shit.

Liz, come on, let's go.

- I want to get outta here.
- I'm coming, just a sec.

Dylan, Jay, when you get this message,

I just want to let you know

that what you guys did sucks, okay?

The keys are still in the ignition.

Good bye and good riddance.

And by the way, if
something does happen to us,

it'll be your fault.

Come on, Liz.

Well, not in Hermie's hut, mate.

DYLAN: No, I know, I
had a look on the camera,

they've definitely gone.

What?

DYLAN: No, they're gone.

You're kidding, aren't you?

DYLAN: Nah.

Fuck.

This is all I fucking need, fuck.

DYLAN: Look, we'll find 'em.

Surely they can't be that far.

Yeah, well, good to
see they left the keys

in the ignition, eh?

Give 'em that much.

Fucking bitches.

Yeah, mate, yeah, I can still
see their footprints, mate.

DYLAN: Okay.

That's a start, isn't it.

Can't be too far, mate, can't be too far.

Oh, there's one.

Hang on.

Oh yeah, there they are.

There they are.

JAY: You are right, mate.

Well, I'm going back even
if they're not right.

I've gotta go back, so,

they can either stay, or they can come.

DYLAN: Yeah, fair enough.

Alright, you've got your
reasons, you've made your point.

What took you so long?

DYLAN: Jay's dog went missing,

we can't find it.

Liz!

Liz!

Liz wait a sec!

LIZ: What?

TAMMY: Look, the reason
why the boys took so long

is cause Jay lost his dog.

LIZ: What?

TAMMY: Jay lost his dog.

You know Wolfy, he's gone.

JAY: We found you,
though, does that count?

Fuck off.

DYLAN: Look.

Please, Liz, just hop
in the truck, alright?

We'll help him find his dog,

then I promise we'll take you
wherever you want to go, okay?

Anywhere but here, Dylan.

DYLAN: Come on, hop in.

Sorry we took so long, okay,

but we've genuinely been
looking for the dog.

TAMMY: Okay.

We thought we'd head out on the highway,

and then someone would
probably pick us up, you know?

You girls ever hear of Arthur (MUMBLES)?

Thanks for leaving that
message that we came back to,

by the way Liz.

Yeah, real funny.

DYLAN: It was!

Real funny, yeah, yeah, yeah.

DYLAN: Doesn't matter, doesn't matter.

It's whatever.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't
have said what I said.

We shouldn't have walked off like that.

Yeah, no shit, Liz, eh?

You would've got lost
before you got out, mate.

I just thought that we
could get along the road.

DYLAN: Look, Jay,
enough for a second okay?

There hasn't been any
real harm done, alright?

(JAY MUMBLES)

Hang on.

Find the dog, and then we can all go

wherever we want to go, kay?

Yes?

Fine by me, mate, fine by me.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

- Alright, good.
- Sounds awesome.

(DOG BARKS)

DYLAN: What is it now, Jay?

Shut up.

- What?
- DYLAN: What?

Shut up!

You hear that?

- Hear what?
- What, Jay?

That!

(BARKING)

It's Wolfy.

For fucks sake.

- Wolfy, wolfy!
- DYLAN: Come on.

Come on, let's do the right thing.

Wolfy, where are ya, boy?

DYLAN: Help him find his dog, come on.

Are you guys going to get out
back there and help or what?

- LIZ: Go.
- DYLAN: Come on.

TAMMY: Yeah, of course we are.

Wolfy!

Wolfy!

- DYLAN: Wolfy!
- TAMMY: Wolfy!

JAY: Wolfy, you alright, boy?

(WHISTLING)

Wolfy!

LIZ: There's that smell again.

DYLAN: Wolfy!

LIZ: It's that same
smell from Hermie's place,

JAY: Wolfy, come here boy!

LIZ: Can you smell that, Dylan?

(CROW CAWING)

- DYLAN: Wolfy, wolfy!
- JAY: Where are ya boy?

LIZ: Wolfy!

JAY: Come here, boy!

(FLIES BUZZING)

(WRETCHING)

(BIRDS CAWING)

LIZ: Are you alright,
guys over here, Dylan's sick!

TAMMY: Oh my god!

(TAMMY AND LIZ SHOUTING)

TAMMY: Oh my god!

LIZ: Oh my god, Tam, Tam don't look,

get away, get away, get away.

- JAY: Fuck me, dead!
- LIZ: Fucking hell!

Oh my god, Tammy come over here.

JAY: It's that chick
from the ball baths, mate.

DYLAN: Oh my god...

The girl in the bath?

LIZ: You guys know her?

JAY: Right, all of you,

go get back in the truck, right?

Go on.

LIZ: Come on, Tammy, come on.

Come on!

Come on, come on...

CICADAS BUZZING:

(BIRDS CAWING)

LIZ: What the fuck are you doing, Jay?

JAY: What's it look
like I'm doing, Liz?

Dumping the body in the pig wallow.

You're going to what?

Liz!

You better act right,

I've got enough shit to deal
without being stuck for this.

So you're a fucking criminal.

DYLAN: Hardly, he didn't kill her.

He's not a criminal, no one is.

And that makes it okay, does it, Dylan?

He's a fucking criminal.

No worse than you,
you drug dealing whore.

Finding shit, mate, enough have used.

That's fucked, I don't
want anything to do with you,

or any of your fucking problems!

What would you have me do, Liz, eh?

We're in a national park,

we're all pissed,

you're all fucking high
from your purse lollies.

We've got our spew and prints everywhere.

Added to which, I can't
find me fucking dog.

So tell me, Liz, what the
fuck would you have me do?

Call the police!

You obviously weren't listening
to a word I fucking said.

The cops and I don't see
eye to eye at the moment.

You're fucked, you know that.

DYLAN: Liz!

Fuck up, Dylan, she's
not going to fuck you

just because you take her side.

Oh fuck you, Jay.

DYLAN: That's not what I meant!

Jesus Christ.
(TAMMY CRYING)

Turn that fucking camera off, mate.

DYLAN: The camera proves
we're innocent, you fuckwit,

it gives us every reason
to call the police.

- Dylan's right.
- I agree!

He's fucking wrong,
that's what he is, right?

DYLAN: Jesus Christ.

I'm dumping the body in
the fucking pig wallow.

DYLAN: Oh, god...

The pigs will eat her before sundown.

DYLAN: Jesus Christ.

Look, I say we go to
the cops, Jay, alright?

We could always say we
got lost in the scrub,

and maybe they'll us off with a warning

for being in a national
park with a dog, alright?

Look, I can even say it's my dog, alright?

Do I look like the kind of
dickhead that gets warning?

Do I!?

You fucking clean skins,

you'll get a slap on the wrist, not me!

We can vouch for you!

It's not going to cut it, Tammy!

Then they're going to go through my truck,

they'll find my fucking guns, my knives,

and your fucking pingers, then what?

DYLAN: Christ.

Look, I'm dumping the body
in the fucking pig wallow.

Alright?

Then we're all going to walk out of here,

and not gonna say another word about it.

- You understand?
- DYLAN: Jay.

Jay, just listen for a second.

If it is that chick from the ball baths,

then where's her friend, eh?

She might have seen you take the body.

I don't give a fuck, Dylan.

Maybe she killed her, eh?

Maybe someone killed 'em both!

Yeah, someone like your mate Hermie.

DYLAN: Fucking Jesus...

Jay, Jay, Jay!

- You fucking slut.
- DYLAN: Jay!

You've been a thorn in my
fucking side since I met you.

I swear to god, fucking,
I'm gonna fucking...

You're gonna what!?

You're going to dump me
in the pig wallow, too?

DYLAN: Tell them to please stop this.

Jesus Christ.

I didn't say that, did I?

DYLAN: Jay, threatening her isn't

going to change what happened, alright?

All I'm saying is...

DYLAN: Fucking Christ.

It's a long walk out of here, people.

Especially at night.

DYLAN: Fucking hell.

What if there is someone out there, huh?

Doing something fucked up, huh?

You're all going to find
out, here, on your walk out.

If you walk out, that is.

DYLAN: Jesus.

Look, Jay, just listen, right?

What if the same person
that got this girl,

got Hermie, or got her friend, huh?

Would you do the same to him?

I don't give a fuck!

DYLAN: Or what if they're alive?

JAY: Mate.

DYLAN: Jesus Christ.

JAY: I swear to god, mate.

Turn that fucking camera off.

LIZ: This is (MUMBLES)!

I don't have to listen to this.

I'm fucking leaving.

Fuck!

- DYLAN: Liz!
- No!!

Give me my bag, give it to me, Tammy!

DYLAN: Liz, Liz, Liz don't!

LIZ: Fuck!

- DYLAN: Liz!
- JAY: Fuck off!

- DYLAN: Liz!
- LIZ: Fuck you!

DYLAN: Liz!

TAMMY: Jay, I would
think twice about this,

don't you, you don't know,
but, Liz's uncle is a cop.

LIZ: You!
You're a fucking disgrace!

What if that was your sister,
or your daughter out there?

- DYLAN: Liz!
- LIZ: Fuck!

JAY: Fuck her.
I'm gonna...

- TAMMY: Jay...
- JAY: What?

I'm dealing with this before
I fucking deal with her.

Thank you very fucking much.

Turn that fucking camera
off mate, or I swear to god.

Don't go getting any ideas,

we're throwing away that fucking tape.

DYLAN: Card.

JAY: What?

DYLAN: It takes cards!

JAY: You're kidding, aren't you, mate?

I've got a fucking dead body
on the back of my truck,

and you're fucking talking about cards?

I don't care if it takes Valium, mate,

that's the way it's happening, alright?

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(CICADAS BUZZING)

(JAY SIGHS)

(TAMMY CRYING)

(BIRDS CAWING)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

I didn't want this, Tammy.

I didn't want any of this.

None of us did, Tammy, alright?

But it's done, right?

I've protected you.

I've protected you,
Dylan, and I've protected

your fucking mate, Liz.

You should be thanking me,

not sitting there fucking spitting at me!

You fucking bastard.

You bastard!

You bastard, you bastard.

Fuck!

There she is.
She's out there on the road.

Lizzy!
Liz!

Liz, Liz, get in the car!

JAY: What, are you going
back in the scrub, Liz?

What?

TAMMY: Look, irrespective
of what's happened,

and what we're all thinking,

walking out of here now is crazy!

We shouldn't have even done it
before, Liz, get in the car!

Tammy, what we've done is wrong!

That body, that girl, don't
you even care about her?

TAMMY: Lizzy, we'll sort it out.

JAY: Now listen, you've
been a drug dealer, Liz.

LIZ: Fuck you, that's different!

JAY: Come on, mate,
hop back in the car.

- TAMMY: Please, please?
- JAY: Right?

Nothing else we can do about it,

what's done is done, alright?

TAMMY: Lizzy, please, get in the car!

JAY: Listen to your
friend, Liz, alright?

Want to come back out here
and relive the whole thing

in Inbred Jed-ville, huh?

Through the courts?

You really want to do that, do ya?

Come on mate, hop in the car.

Fucking hop in the car!

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

Fuck me!

DYLAN: What?

Fucking cops.

Shit.

- Shut up!
- Shit, what are you gonna do!

- Shut up, right?
- Oh my god, oh my god.

Put your seat belts on.

Put those fucking drugs away, Liz.

I swear to god,

I don't want to hear a peep
out of any of ya, right?

I'll handle this.

(CICADAS BUZZING)

Officer.

- License, please.
- Yes, sir.

- Bloody hell.
- I shot a cop.

- (MURMURING)
- DYLAN: Don't look at him.

COP: Is your name Peter Jackson?

JAY: Yes, sir.

COP: Is there anyone
traveling in the sleeper cab

behind the seat there?

JAY: No, sir, no.

COP: Have you seen a black
Toyota Land Cruiser utility?

JAY: No.

COP: The driver is
described as a white male,

approximately 30 years
old, 190 centimeters tall,

heavy set, approximately 110 kilos,

brown hair, green eyes, a brown beard,

and wearing a Harley Davidson shirt.

JAY: No.

No, sir, haven't seen anyone
like that around here.

COP: You do know I'll
run your license and plates

when I get back to the station.

Give me a call when you
get back in phone range.

If you do see anything.

If I was you, I'd make my
way to the Pilliga now.

JAY: Will do, sir.

COP: And drive safely.

JAY: Thank you.

DYLAN: Jesus Christ.

Shit head.

DYLAN: He's still following us.

What?

Yeah, that's cause he
knows you're a liar, Peter.

No, to you it's Jay.

I'm only going to get
a year for my crimes.

What do you think you'll get, hey?

When he finds your bad of drugs.

TAMMY: He knows we're lying.

He knows we're lying,

so he's going to come back and get us!

LIZ: Well what are you going to do

when he does come back?

JAY: I will handle that!

TAMMY: I'm just gonna
come clean with him.

Shoot, he's getting closer.

Thank god, he's turned off.

Well, it looks like we know
who killed that girl, huh?

You know that girl...

That could have been me!

Bet you you're glad I rescued ya.

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(BIRDS CAWING)

DYLAN: We will forget
about this, you know.

One day.

Eventually.

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(LIZ WHISPERS)

DYLAN: Liz, Liz.

(LIZ WHISPERS)

DYLAN: We couldn't call
the cops even if we wanted to.

(LIZ WHISPERS)

DYLAN: There's no phone
service out here anyway, right?

And we don't know where we are.

(DOG BARKING)

DYLAN: Alright, was that...?

JAY: Wolfy!

TAMMY: It's that smell again.

DYLAN: Was that Wolfy?

- (FLIES BUZZING)
- JAY: Wolfy!

- TAMMY: Oh shit.
- DYLAN: What're you doing?

Get the fuck out of the way.

DYLAN: What're you doing?

- LIZ: Oh my god...
- DYLAN: Jay!

- TAMMY: Jay!
- DYLAN: Jay!

- Tammy, Tammy!
- DYLAN: Jay, Jay!

- Jesus Christ!
- DYLAN: What're you doing?

TAMMY: Jay are you okay?

JAY: I'm alright!

DYLAN: Jay!

- DYLAN: Jay?
- Last time, he disappeared...

He was gone for four fucking hours!

TAMMY: I think we
should just wait for him.

DYLAN: Jay, can you hear me?

LIZ: What, like last time, Tammy?

When we wasted half the day?

DYLAN: Well it's either that or we can

look for him in fading light.

TAMMY: Fuck.
(FLIES BUZZING)

LIZ: Maybe we should wait in the truck.

I agree.

DYLAN: Fuck.

(ANIMALS CHITTERING)

DYLAN: Shhh, do you hear that?

LIZ: What?

(ANIMAL GROWLING)

(ANIMAL GROWLING)

DYLAN: Nah, it's
probably just a possum.

LIZ: I can smell that smell again.

Can you smell that?
(FLIES BUZZING)

DYLAN: Wind up the window.

We can't, Jay's taken the fucking keys!

DYLAN: Shit!

Jay, if that's you it's not funny!

LIZ: Dylan, what are we gonna do?

- Oh my god.
- DYLAN: Oh my god.

- TAMMY: What's going on?
- DYLAN: Shit.

LIZ: Oh my god.

- DYLAN: Jay?
- LIZ: It's not funny Jay!

DYLAN: Jay?

Jay, is that you?

LIZ: What if it's not Jay?

DYLAN: Neil?

TAMMY: N-Neil is that, you?

LIZ: Who's out there?

DYLAN: Jay!
(CREATURE SHRIEKING)

LIZ: What was that?

- (CREATURE SHRIEKING)
- DYLAN: Jay?

(SCREAMING)

LIZ: Oh my god!

TAMMY: Liz, (MUMBLES)!

LIZ: Oh my god, oh my god!

TAMMY: No!

Oh my god, we need to get out of here.

TAMMY: What, what, what is it!

LIZ: Tammy, come on!

DYLAN: Get out of the car!

LIZ: Oh my god, oh my god!

(SCREAMING)

LIZ: Tammy!

Oh my god!

Dylan!

Come on, come on!

Hurry!

DYLAN: Oh my god, Jesus.

Where's Tammy?

Where is she?

DYLAN: I don't know, I
thought she was right behind us!

Tammy, Tammy!

(PANTING)

- DYLAN: Liz, shh!
- LIZ: Tammy?

- DYLAN: Listen, listen!
- Tammy, Tammy!

DYLAN: Listen, okay?

Let's hear where she is first.

It sounds like it's
coming from over there.

Tammy, Tammy?

TAMMY: Liz!

Liz, don't leave me!

There she is, there she is!

TAMMY: Please, help!
There's blood!

- Tammy!
- DYLAN: Oh my god.

Liz, wait!
(CREATURE SHRIEKING)

Oh, jeez.

Oh my god, shit.

- Oh shit!
- LIZ: Help me, help, help!

- Please!
- DYLAN: Liz!

(LIZ SHRIEKS)

DYLAN: Liz!

(SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)

DYLAN: Liz!

(CRYING IN DISTANCE)

DYLAN: Liz!

Liz!

We have to go,

- we have to go.
- DYLAN: What?

It did things to her,
Dylan, it did things to her.

DYLAN: What, who?

I don't know, I don't
know who did it or what...

We have to go, she's dead.

- She's dead, she's dead!
- DYLAN: What, listen.

We have to go!

DYLAN: Listen, listen,

there's got to be a
road up here somewhere.

Let's keep going.

We've got to keep
moving, come on, come on.

What was it?

I don't know, I don't know.

DYLAN: Was it Jay?

No, Dylan, no, he didn't do it.

It's not, I don't know what it is.

DYLAN: Okay, I'm ready to walk.

LIZ: Is that a kangaroo?

(CREATURE TRILLING)

(CREATURE TRILLING)

(CREATURE GROWLING)

(CREATURE TRILLING)

Shh, shh, shh, please, please.

DYLAN: I remember
you from the ball baths.

We saw your friend, she was...

I know, I know, I was there.

I saw her die.

(CREATURE TRILLING)

Her name's Emma, she told
me about your friend.

DYLAN: What?

Your friend.

Peter.

Him and that old bloke Hermie have been

hunting for something out here.

DYLAN: Shh.

That's how she knows about
Peter and his (MUMBLES).

DYLAN: What are you talking about?

Hermie knew that Peter
was going to come here.

DYLAN: What are you trying to say?

What I'm saying is that
he and Hermie and even Emma,

they come out here because
they're hunting for this thing.

- DYLAN: What is it, Liz?
- I've seen it, too.

LIZ: Shut the fuck
up, shut the fuck up.

Shut the fuck up...

Okay, Dylan, turn the fucking light off.

What the... What is it?

What are you looking at?

(CREATURE GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

LIZ: Dylan run!

Run, run!

(SCREAMING)

- (DYLAN CRYING)
- DYLAN: Liz?

Oh my god, Liz, Liz!

We have to go, we have
to go now, we have to go,

- okay, she's dead!
- DYLAN: Listen, listen!

- LIZ: She's fucking dead!
- DYLAN: Stop!

- Stop, stop, stop!
- LIZ: We have to go.

DYLAN: Anything, anything.

LIZ: Tammy.

DYLAN: Surely,
surely, there's got to be

something up here.

Okay.

DYLAN: Okay, come on, come on.

LIZ: Come on!

DYLAN: Come on.

- (LIZ YELLING)
- DYLAN: Liz, Liz, Liz!

LIZ: Dylan, come on, come on!

DYLAN: Liz!

(DYLAN CRYING)
Liz!

(CROAKING)
Liz!

LIZ: Dylan, where are you?

DYLAN: Liz, Liz?

LIZ: Dylan!

- DYLAN: Liz, Liz!
- LIZ: Dylan!

Dylan, wait for me, fuck!

DYLAN: Liz, Liz!

LIZ: Fuck!

- Dylan, help me, Dylan!
- DYLAN: Liz!

- DYLAN: Liz!
- LIZ: Help me, please.

DYLAN: Liz, give me your hand, Liz.

LIZ: Oh god!

(CREATURE TRILLING)

LIZ: Don't leave me out here, Dylan.

DYLAN: I'm so sorry.

LIZ: Please, Dylan!

Dylan!

- DYLAN: I'm so sorry.
- LIZ: Dylan, please!

Dylan, please, don't leave me out here!

(CREATURE TRILLING)

Dylan, Dylan wait!

Dylan, please!

Dylan!

(CREATURE TRILLING)

(HEAVY PANTING)

(GURGLING)

(CREATURE TRILLING)

(CREATURE SHRIEKING)

(CREATURE TRILLING)

(CREATURE GROWLING)

DYLAN: God...

(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS)

(CREATURE GROWLING)

(CREATURE SNIFFING)

(GUNSHOT)

(BARKING)

(CREATURE TRILLING)
(GUNSHOT)

(CREATURE TRILLING)
(GUNSHOT)

JAY: Hermie!

DYLAN: Jay!

Jay, I'm over here!

DYLAN: Oh shit.
(DOGS BARKING)

(DYLAN GROANING)

INBRED JED: Where are ya?

I know you've been knocking off me diesel.

Where are ya?

Not so funny now, you mongrel.

Where are ya?

DYLAN: Sir, I'm in trouble.

(GUNSHOT)

How about you suck on this siphon?

(GUNSHOT)

(CREATURE TRILLING)

DYLAN: Oh, shit.

(FLIES BUZZING)

(DYLAN GASPS)

(CREATURE SHRIEKING)

(HEAVY PANTING)

Oh my god, it's a road.

(BIRDS CAWING)

(LOUD THUMP)

(CREATURE GROWLING)

(FLIES BUZZING)

LIZ: Dylan!

(STATIC)

(BIRDS CAWING)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(STATIC)

(♪ "SO MUCH BETTER" BY DANIEL AULD)

BOB: I bet you it
belongs to those dickheads

from the ball baths.

(STATIC)

(COUNTRY MUSIC)

SUE: There's a red light
still flashing on here.

(CRASH)

(♪ "SKELETON HILL" BY RORY ELLIS)

Subtitles by explosiveskull

(♪ "PILLIGA YOWIE" BY MICK JAMES)