Dying Breed Page #3
in a f***ing time warp.
What are they doing here, anyway?
And where are all the women?
They heard you were coming.
Funny.
Wasn't this meant to be hooked on?
Sh*t.
Anything missing?
- Anything?
- It doesn't look like it.
You see? Descended from convicts, mate.
Once a thief, always a f***ing thief.
Look at that.
F***, look at that!
- What?
- Look, my f***ing car!
Look at that!
- It's not funny!
- I'm laughing at...
Look at my car!
Fifth generation wankers!
Look at that.
Don't touch it.
F***! God!
Can you close the top up? F***!
Yeah, I will. Wait for me.
Come on!
You know, I haven't thanked
you for helping me do this.
It really means a lot to me, Matt.
Thanks.
Hey, I want to show you something.
Look at this.
My gran used to do this.
Yes, please, let's talk about your gran.
- Hikers disappear,
right? - Mm-hmm.
And here, more hikers disappear.
"The Pieman's Curse."
This one is from the '60s.
- I don't have to read all this, do I?
- God.
Look at this.
Here.
"when Alexander Pearce
escaped into the bush
and survived off human flesh."
He was a cannibal.
Who was?
The Pieman, Alexander Pearce.
He ate people to survive,
right here in the hills.
And that is what that little
girl was singing about.
I'm gonna have a shower.
Hey, come here.
Oh, sh*t.
Jack, the lights. The lights.
Jack, shush, shush, shush.
What?
I don't believe it, Jack! Sh*t!
You all right? I heard screams.
You dirty bastard!
But, Jack, wait!
It's okay.
It's probably just a fuse.
What happened?
There was some f***ing weirdo
behind the door watching us.
You sure?
Yeah, I know what I heard.
Do you mind?
You sick bastard!
Please, it wasn't me, I swear!
You sick f***!
Is that what you do, huh, you sick f***?
Come here. Come here.
Did you get a kick out
of scratching my car?
Did you? Huh? Come here.
Yeah, you f***in' rat.
Well, I'll tell you,
I like my car to stay brand new.
F***ing...
...new!
You get it?
F***ing pervert.
Here.
That was for my girlfriend,
you f***ing rat boy.
It's me, you idiot!
Well, it would have been a good show.
An adventure, right?
- Yes.
- Yeah.
- Sleep tight.
- What?
It's all sorted.
You know, I don't know
who unnerves me more...
the locals or Jack.
He took care of it.
There you go.
Thanks.
- Watch out.
- Sorry.
Yay!
We're off. Thanks.
All right, I'm in charge of ropes.
Hold on. Wait.
My camera bag... I think I've left it.
- Oh, really?
- No, it's in there.
No, I left it in the
truck. It's not here.
- I'll get it.
- That's okay. I'll get it.
You sure?
Yeah, it's in the brand-new car
with the brand-new scratch on it.
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