Razorback Page #2

The animal campaigner?

Yes, that's right.

How do we get a message out?

Radio phone. It takes time to get through.

Where are you ringing?

- New York.

- New York?

- You'll be lucky to get Burke.

- Let's start with Burke then.

Where are the rooms, mate?

We... we'd like to interview

some kangaroo shooters.

Anyone interested?

(Laughter)

- I see. Well, I'll just...

- Right.

There's no way the Petpak cannery's

going to agree to an interview.

How about we do a walk-in tomorrow?

You're the boss. All they can do

is smash my camera like in Dubbo.

Think positive.

You can collect off my insurance.

Just remember you're not in New York,

surrounded by animal lovers.

- Let's get set up.

- Now?

- Now?

- Hurry!

Sir? Sir, my name is Beth Winters

and I'm from the World Animal League.

How do you respond

to claims by scientists

that the kangaroo is becoming extinct?

Wouldn't know. I hunt boars.

- Boars?

- Razorbacks.

Well, boars or kangaroos.

You're a professional hunter, right?

You make your living

by killing wildlife, correct?

- If you say so...

- Well...

Erm... Roughly how many razorbacks

would you kill in a season?

There isn't a season for razorbacks, girly.

- Then why kill them?

- Oh, I don't know...

Blasting the sh*t out of a razorback

brightens up my day.

But surely...

Cut.

Come on.

(# Australian Crawl: Reckless)

Hello?

No... New York.

United States. America?

Erm... Sorry. Over.

Erm... No, I want to telephone there.

I want you to connect me

with a landline. Over.

Winters. Carl Winters.

He's the party with whom I wish to speak.

- Hello?

- (Sniggering)

- Mate? What do you reckon?

- (Squeals) I reckon.

(Laughter)

Sorry. Only want to give you a little drink.

The roads will be full of kangaroos

after dark.

It wouldn't look good for you

to be running animals over.

Thanks for worrying.

I'll drive slowly and be back by dusk.

Don't use all the hot water, OK?

(Horn)

"Who wouldn't be?"

So they took her to intensive care.

The next day the Mother Superior was there.

She said, "My dear, how do you feel?"

The nun says, with her eyes full of tears,

"Terrible. He hasn't called,

he hasn't written..."

What's up your hole?

You American sh*t! You give me that...

Listen, man, you come round

to where we work and you shoot...

You want this back?

Quick, Benny!

Benny!

- Bye!

- Oh, yeah. Bye.

You idiot!

(Horn)

What's she doing down there?

Come on.

(# Duran Duran:
New Moon On Monday)

# Send me your warning siren

# As if I could ever hide

# Last time la luna

# I light my torch and wave it for the...

# New moon on Monday

# And a fire dance through the night

# I stayed the cold day... #

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