Body Melt Page #2

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- Mack, get out here!

- Mack's the brainy one.

(growling)

- Paul.

Paul, wake up.

Look, I know this job

cansometimes be a bit boring,

but this is ridiculous.

(groaning)

- What time is it?

- Are you alright?

- Yeah.

I'm okay.

- I thought you were out.

I buzzed you earlier,

didn't you hear me?

Some guy from the CIB

wants to speak to you.

Your secret life is catching up

with you at last, Paul.

Look, why don't you take the

rest of the day off.

I'll cover for you.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

- I'm gonna leave the keys here

and I'm gonna check the tires.

- This place looks like sh*t.

- I got lumbered with it

after my divorce.

I wanted a flat.

There's a spare bedroom through there

and the shower's down there.

(tense music)

(gasps)

(breathes heavily)

- Is it true what they say about you's

city men?

- It depends who says it.

- Oh, shut up dirt b*tch.

- I'm gonna check on the windscreen.

You coming?

- Yeah, in a minute.

- Smell that air, eh?

- Yeah, great.

I guess it's that clean country

air we all hear about.

- Yeah, well,

everything in the country ain't

always that fresh.

Where you from, son?

- Melbourne.

- Whereabouts?

- Homesville.

(laughs)

Homesville.

Actually, it's not much more than

a dead end housing estate.

- How many kids in your family?

- Italians, mate.

You know, spermatos a elgrosso.

(laughs)

- Yeah, families sure are...

- [Sal] Gino!

- Strange things.

(Bab shouts in gibberish)

(Bab shouts in gibberish)

- [Bab] Hit her

right between the eyes!

(speaks gibberish)

Is that aboriginal for something?

(howls)

(cheers)

(sickening squish)

(Bab speaks in gibberish)

- What the f*** is it?

- Don't you know nothin'?

It's crazy word.

- Sh*t.

That's the f***in' adrenal gland.

You're f***in' mad.

- Psycho jelly!

Psycho jelly!

- You go on, I'll catch you later.

- Hey, Sal, watch the third leg, pal.

- Psycho jelly!

Psycho jelly!

- [Gino] Yahoo!

- Do they do this often?

(upbeat dance music)

- He had the f***ing ebola.

This better be a good lead, buddy.

- There's a health farm there, Johnno.

Do you some good.

- This body is in great shape.

I don't need some doctor

working up some bullshit

schedule for me.

I am in touch with my body, Sam.

- Man, doing burnouts

was never this good!

Unreal, un-f***in'-real.

(upbeat music)

- Hey.

Do you want

a love bite?

- Sure.

(moans)

(laughs)

(siren whirs)

(beeping)

- Hey.

Looks like your oldman's

seen better days.

Was this a hospital or something?

- Oh, I don't know.

Pop never talked about those days.

Says he worked in some

kind of germ factory.

- Pud is your old man, isn't he?

- It's all so mixed up.

But Pud reckons we got this

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