Mystery Road Page #2

And I reckon the drug squad's just

gonna be lost without ya, eh, Johnno?

Oh, no. Speak...

speak for yourself, Sarge, eh?

Ah, it's gonna be

hard to replace you.

Jesus, it's hard to replace

anyone out here.

As you know, this joint was

robbed five times last month.

By the same teenage kid.

And just last week,

a junkie held a knife

to a woman's throat.

Just across the road from here.

And let us never forget poor

young Constable Bobby Rogers.

Who died last year in

the line of the duty.

Hear, hear.

Jesus,

maybe we should all shoot

through while we still can.

But for some of us,

It's the only home we know.

And we gotta stop the rot.

And protect our way of life.

We hope you're gonna think of us...

when you're sinkin' cold

ones on that tropical isle.

Yeah!

Raise your glasses.

Let's drink a toast to...

Frank and Joyce.

To Frank and Joyce.

Frank and Joyce!

Happy trails.

Good on you, Frank.

How's it goin'?

Yeah, not bad.

Here about that girl, are ya?

Yeah, that's right.

I can tell you now

I don't know nothin' about it.

Well, that might be true, but I still

need to ask you a few questions.

Yeah, well...

I got a herd of cattle here I gotta

drench. Won't get done by itself.

I understand, Mr...?

Bailey. Sam Bailey.

Mr Bailey, do you remember seeing any

train stopping down on the highway...

on Friday or Saturday night?

There's always

someone stopping there.

Mostly truckies

checkin' their load, I guess.

What about last Friday

or Saturday night?

Might've been.

I don't recall any details.

Like I said,

I don't know nothin' about it.

Normally in bed by 9:00.

I'm up at sparrow's.

Do you remember seeing anything

strange out here lately?

Well...

We got these wild dogs

running round everywhere.

Killed two of me

young calves last week.

Only other thing strange is...

these young hoodlums

come out from town,

tryin' to steal everything I own.

Yeah, I got signs and guard dogs

and bloody car alarms.

Don't stop their little black

hands gettin' on somethin'.

Are you a real copper or are you...

one of them black trackers

who turns on his own type?

No disrespect intended.

How much land you got here,

Mr Bailey?

Far as you can see.

That's a lot of dirt.

Yeah, I guess.

Well, your children will have a pretty

good future, then, won't they, eh?

You're a lucky man.

You know your way

back to town, don't you?

He had a smile on

him like a shot fox.

Johnno.

Jay boy.

Look, I'm gonna have

to get back to ya, Jack.

I will. Bit later.

Hooroo.

What?

What do you know about young girls

prostituting to truck drivers...

out on the highway?

Oh, come on, Jay.

It's only rumours.

Nothing's ever been

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