Sins of the Father (an Hommage to the Night of the Hunter) Page #2

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He slipped, he fell...

broke a leg...

froze, starved...

then the devils got him.

Eat you alive if you give

'em a chance.

Odd, though, not to find

a trace.

Well, depends if anyone wanted

a trace left.

Made a few enemies, Jarrah.

He was a foreigner, like yourself.

Wanted to save the trees.

The logging trees's the only reason there's

any people here at all.

Or a town. So you can imagine when he arrived

a few years back he was about as popular

a snake in a sleeping bag.

Good Lord!

Good Lord indeed, Mr David.

Thank you Mr Mindy.

I'll take it from here.

You'll what?

I'd like to go on alone.

You sure? It's a...

Yes.

I'm sure.

Oh well, suit yourself. It's a...

I'll leave you to it, then.

See you in a couple of weeks.

And watch your step.

G'day.

You're back then.

- Get what you needed?

- Sort of.

See many devils?

Yes.

Sick or healthy?

Healthy.

Oh well, don't let me

stand in your way.

Just brought round

some supplies.

Your dinner's in the kitchen.

- Is that your father?

- Which? Oh yeah.

He did it.

- Why's he scratching his head?

- He's not.

He's looking for something.

But you'd never guess

what for.

A way out of here?

A tiger.

Really. A tiger?

What kind of tiger?

A Tasmanian tiger.

A Tasmanian tiger?

That's very interesting,

but you know...

- ...they don't exist.

- Do so!

- They're extinct.

- Oh, no!

My dad saw one

last summer.

It's a secret.

He must have told

somebody about it.

Somebody else, besides you.

Have other people seen it?

I don't know. Ask him.

Hey man.

I hear you're doin' some research up

on the plateaus, devils, right?

- Yeah, that's right.

- Very cool.

I'm free, by the way,

this is Simon.

How's it going?

Hey, you should stop by some time, man;

We'd love to hear about your work.

I'm sorry, but I won't have

any time.

You're not using traps up there, are you?

Steel traps?

No, I won't do that.

Thanks.

I bet you helped your dad too.

What is that now?

A little monkey face?

Okay. Here goes nothin'.

Where did these come from?

It's her prescription,

from the doctor.

Jack Mindy brings them.

Your mother doesn't need

these any more.

So no more, okay?

Okay.

Go run her bath.

Sass. Here, help me.

Here, get her legs.

I have to go back up tomorrow.

You're gonna have to

take care of your mother.

- She's gonna feel sick.

- Okay.

Give her lots of tea and water...

and let her rest.

- Okay?

- Okay.

Out!

You can't come with me.

You know these are extinct.

They're gone.

I don't know what your father told you,

but he couldn't have seen one.

Come on.

Okay, if I see one you'll be the

first to hear.

Where's your mother?

In town, with Jack Mindy.

She's better now.

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