Last Cab to Darwin

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No, oh, yeah, I will.

I'm just finishin' me beer.

- Just let me finish me beer.

- No, get out. I told you.

I f***in' told you. Hey!

You've had enough.

You've had e-bloody-nough.

Now, come on. Get out.

- Brownie, I promise. I promise I'll be good.

- No, get out! Beat it! Out now!

You've had enough.

You've had enough. Come on! Get out!

Tell him who spilled it! I didn't even

spill it! Simmo, you weak prick!

- Dougie! Dougie!

- Hands off the merchandise!

- Dougie, you're barred!

- F***, Brownie!

- Yeah, alright. Just go home.

- Brownie!

Dougie! I don't want to see

your ugly mug around here again.

Come on, come on. He'll get over it.

He's got the long haul

to Adelaide tomorrow.

He's just shitty.

Lucky I don't leave

a piss ring on your carpet!

Come on. Come on, shut up.

Wouldn't even know

there was a piss ring on your carpet!

Hey, Rexie. Hey, where's Rexie going?

- Rexie!

- See you, boys!

Come on.

- Let's go to the Workers' Club.

- Nah, he's barred from there as well.

When you walked into the room

There was voodoo in the vibes

I was captured by your style

But I could not catch your eyes

Now I stand here helplessly

Hoping you get into me

I am so into you

I can't think of nothing else

I am so into you

I can't think of nothing else

Thinking how it's gonna be

Whenever I get you next to me

It's gonna be good

Don't you know?

From your head to your toe

Gonna love you all over

Over and over...

Rex!

Rex!

Rex!

- Morning, Pol.

- You!

You've been dumping

your rubbish in my bin!

I don't want your rubbish, mate!

You keep it in your own bin, and if you

don't have no room in your own bin,

you'll keep it in your f***ing house!

I'm not the bloody tip!

You finished?

And you keep that mangy

bloody dog of yours

on your side of the street.

Yesterday, I come out and that big

bloody Alsatian from next door

was chock-a-block up him!

Would have been a sight.

Looked like it was trying

to shake a possum off a pole!

How you feeling?

Can't keep my food down.

I reckon it's that fisherman's basket

they serve you up at the All Nations.

My Uncle Cyril used to say never,

ever order seafood in this town.

We're 500 miles from the ocean.

I'm getting old, Pol.

We all getting old, Rex.

These days, I can't remember

ever being young.

My Uncle Cyril used to say if you were

born in this town, you were born old.

Your Uncle Cyril used to say a lot.

Couldn't shut the bastard up.

Oh, dear.

- You didn't come around last night.

- Oh, I left it a bit late.

Might tonight, hey?

- 43 today, they reckon.

- Hotter yesterday.

Yeah.

Morning, Rex.

The cousin and his mob still coming down

for the school holidays?

Nup. Too bloody many of them.

Useless mob of no-good bludgers.

Bloody mad, the whole lot of them.

Swimming in a river with no water,

driving round in a car with no fuel.

"When can we come

and see you, Aunty Polly?"

"When hell freezes over, Noel,

that's when!"

Okay, dog.

Sh*t, shower and shove off.

Come on.

Gday, Col!

- Morning, Mrs Peter.

- Good morning, Rex.

- Have a good one, Mrs Peter.

- Thank you.

- Rexie. What do you know?

- Not enough, Dougie. Not enough.

Correct. You may pass.

Hey, Rexie.

Sexy Rexie.

See you at the pub, hey?

Good man.

- How you going, Rexie?

- Can't complain.

Polly alright?

Well, she's good, I suppose, darl.

You'd have to ask her.

- Rex MacRae.

- Yeah.

Apart from the lymphatic system,

these dark areas show it's moved through

into the liver and several other organs.

Multiple cannonball lesions

here on the lungs.

We didn't get it all, Rex. I'm sorry.

How long?

Well... it's extremely well advanced.

Three months.

At best.

There you go, then.

If we'd got it earlier...

If.

"If wishes were horses,

beggars would ride."

Dad used to say that.

So, Rex, we're gonna have to look

at hospital as an option.

No.

We have a brand-new

palliative care ward...

No f***in' hospitals.

Eventually... you won't have a choice.

I'm a cab driver, Doc.

That's what I am.

So I'm gonna drive my cab

until I can't drive it anymore.

That's it.

Finished.

You can help me out, can't you?

Put me down when the time comes?

I give you my word there will be no pain.

No f***in' hospitals!

Okay.

Okay. And you're right.

Take some time. It's...

It's a lot to think about.

Let's talk again in three days, okay?

Rexie! How is ya, fella?

Dougie. Col.

Little birdie told me

it was your shout, Rex.

F*** that little birdie.

- Evening, Rex. Still single?

- Still single, Frank.

Brothers, my brothers!

There was much rejoicing in the land,

for there was no spillage.

Hey?

Not a drop. Hey, hey, hey!

Dougie, where's my beer?

It's your shout, you little weasel.

No, Rex has got them, you stupid bastard.

Coming up.

- How is ya' Rexie?

- Can't complain, Simmo.

Oh, God, you're a legend!

- Thanks, Rex.

- Here's to us and f*** the rest.

- Yeah.

- Cheers.

Frank?

- What's news, Col?

- Oh, not much.

Still this euthanasia thing up in

the Territory, although now it's official.

So if you know for sure you're gonna

cark it and you reckon you've had enough,

you can just ask them

to put you out of your misery.

Jesus. Pass that law in Broken Hill,

the-red be no bastards left!

I'm hearing ya.

Hey, Simmo.

Tell Rex about our plan.

Come on. Hey.

Rex, he's gonna make us millionaires.

Hey? Go on, tell him. It's brilliant.

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