Age of Consent Page #3

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This season, the island's pretty dead.

I like it dead.

Cheerio!

Godfrey.

Come on. Let's find the shack. Godfrey!

Come on out. Come on out.

Come on. Out you come.

Hello.

Chase them out, Godfrey.

I'll hold the door.

Nicely done, boy. Nicely done.

Yeah.

I hope to God there's a scrubbing brush

in that other box from the store.

You know,

there's one thing we haven't done.

We haven't taken a look at the dunny.

I think we've found a haven.

We've got it made.

Too old.

There's people here.

I hope they leave us alone.

Get lost, you nosy bludger! Go on, go out.

Come on.

Like I said, Godfrey,

this place is crawling with people.

Hello, Godfrey.

Godfrey.

What's that?

It's the sun.

It's a saw.

Come on.

See?

I see.

Are you selling those?

Do you supply the storekeeper

on the mainland?

- How much do you want?

- Depends.

- On what?

- How many you buy.

All right, let's have a look.

They're fresh.

Fresher than if I bought them

from the store.

And cheaper.

Does he know that you undersell him?

If you buy from me regular,

I'll give you a special price.

That's fair enough.

- Cash?

- Naturally.

I'll take the big crayfish and all the oysters.

- For $3.50?

- That's too much.

- $3.

- Okay, fine.

I said the big crayfish.

What else can you supply?

Prawns, fish, chicken?

Chooks, eh?

What's the market price

for a prime-fresh chook?

$2.

Can you deliver tomorrow?

- You're sure?

- Yeah.

All right. We're in business.

Hooray.

Jasper, is that you?

Jasper, are you frightening

those fowls again?

I've been waiting for you.

One stinking little crayfish!

- Where have you been, girl?

- Nowhere.

Lying slut. Neglecting your work,

it should have been full by now!

- Do you want us to starve?

- Leave me alone.

So you can waste your time

with some fancy joker

who'll have the skirt off you

and make you sick in your own guts.

Keep away from him

or I'll have the law on him! You're underage.

Like your mother, a b*tch in heat under

the bushes with every filthy feller in town!

Shut up about my mother.

She died of it,

and you'd have gone on your own

if I hadn't taken you and raised you!

I'm an old woman, Cora. Look after me.

My friend.

What a feast you're going to be.

You have an appointment

with some herbs, garlic

and a slow, slow fire.

Chicken bones are bad for dogs, Godfrey.

You get mince.

Time for a swim, eh? Here we go.

Godfrey!

Come back here, Godfrey!

Godfrey, come back!

Godfrey!

Good dog.

Good morning! We're neighbors.

Bradley Morahan.

Ms. Marley, of Marley House,

under the woods.

Yes.

- I'll get it for you.

- Thank you.

- Here you are.

- Thanks so much.

We're just going for a walk, Jasper and I.

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