Last Cab to Darwin Page #2
Well, we're thinking of going into
partnership. Open up a restaurant.
Wait till you hear this.
This is rolled f***ing gold, mate.
We're not gonna serve the same old crap
you get everywhere else. No, no, no.
This will be an offal restaurant.
That stuff your mum used
to make you eat. Liver. Kidney.
- Brains. Tongue.
- Tongue!
Tripe. That sort of thing.
Simmo's even thought
of a name for it, haven't you?
- Offally Good.
- Oh, you dozy little prick!
- This is me good gear!
- Calm down.
- I haven't done nothing.
- I said f***in' calm down!
- Don't be offally rude.
I'd like the number
for a Dr Farmer. In Darwin.
Yeah, it's...
Nicole.
Yep. Well, she must be.
I'm looking at her photo in the paper.
Could I have the number
of the Darwin Hospital, please?
I'd like to speak to...
Does she work at the hospital there?
Yeah.
Hold on. Give it to me.
Hello. This is Dr Nicole Farmer's surgery.
In case of emergency, call 000.
Hello.
My name is Rex.
It's not short for anything, it's just...
Rex.
I live in Broken Hill.
But...
I'm dying.
My number is 08...
8087-3666.
I know Darwin's a long way...
What are you doing up?
It's morning.
Tea's still brewing!
I made some scones last night.
They turned out alright!
Airport, thanks. Going to Adelaide.
Turn that sh*t off.
I'm trying to call my wife.
It's a basic human right, Simon...
Out of range?
We're in the middle of f***in' town.
- You live here?
- Only all my life.
Heaven for ya. I'm flying home
for good week after next.
Of course I can, Simon.
But it's just that. Fear.
Can't get away from this sh*t
even if you try.
- Hey!
- You will die.
Surely the big question is not
whether we'll die, but how we die.
Well, let's see if our listeners agree.
Time to take some calls.
1800-500-260.
Are you there, Terry?
And we've got time for just one
more caller. Rex in Broken Hill.
- Hello?
- Hi, Rex.
I left a message on your machine.
You didn't call me back.
- What's your question, Rex?
- Well, I'm crook.
Real crook.
- And I'm not gonna get any better.
- I'm sorry to hear that, Rex.
You're looking for a volunteer,
aren't you? To be first, right?
Rex, I'd need to know
so much more about your situation.
I've got stomach cancer.
They cut out half my gut a while back,
but they didn't get it all, so...
So, what else do you need to know?
Well, you'd need to speak first
with your family.
I haven't got any.
those closest to you, Rex.
There's no-one else.
It's just me.
Any time this century?
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