Boy Page #4

What's wrong with him?

You want to go for a ride in my car?

Yeah.

Cool.

Let's go.

- Far!

- (GASPS)

(WHISTLES)

Phwoar! Mean car.

Hey, Uncle.

Who's this, then?

Mouldy Smith.

(SIGHS)

Well, see you at home, then, eh?

What? Are you going? Can I come?

Oh, I'm busy. I've got

a few things to take care of.

You hang out here

with your mates, man.

Dukes of Hazard.

(GRUNTS WITH EXERTION)

(HORN BEEPS)

(GIRLS GIGGLE)

Hmph!

So he finally came home, eh?

How long's he here for?

Don't know. Not long.

That'd be right.

Has he been to see your mum yet?

- Nah, not yet.

- F***ing typical!

Hey, Aunty,

can I have an iceblock, please?

No!

- Oh, it's not fair.

- Get a job, man.

Oh, there's none left.

You got them all!

- Boy, can I have a go with one?

- Can't.

Saving them for a special occasion.

Hey, was that your dad?

Yep.

Oh, he's got a premo car.

How long's he staying for?

Not long. But we're gonna be

moving pretty soon.

Where to?

Don't know. Probably just cruise

around in his mean-ass car.

Hey, you guys,

I just did a massive sh*t in there.

- You should go and check it out.

- Oh, yeah. I'll check that out!

- Don't touch, Falcon.

- I want the lollies.

They're lollies for adults,

not for children, Falcon. Pest!

Wow! What a mean one, Dally.

Alright, we're finished. Let's go.

Tip!

Hey, weirdo, do you live here?

Shh!

(WHISPERS)

Why do we have to whisper?

Because it's dangerous on the river.

Sorry.

I live here with my mum.

My mum's dead.

I killed her.

Do you have any friends?

- Do you have a brother?

- No.

I've got a brother. He's cool.

He's hanging out with our dad.

- What's he like?

- Loud.

(CHUCKLES)

(GRUNTS WITH EXERTION)

Sorry. I think I did that.

Hey?

I think I made you fall over. Sorry.

I have to watch out for my powers.

They're too dangerous.

My brother says

that's how my mum died.

'Cause of my powers were too strong

when I was getting born.

You gotta use them to do good, eh?

Just like in the comic books.

What are we looking for?

Anything.

Quick! Here they come.

Here come the cops!

Quick! Quick! Here! Here!

Alright. Where am I? Here. Here.

Dig. (GRUNTS)

- Forget it, man.

- Something here. It's right here.

That's where it is.

Not there.

So, I mean... I would've...

I would've run further than that.

- (SIGHS) I thought you knew, man.

- I do.

It's a certain number of steps

from the post.

I just can't remember

the exact number of steps...

- (SIGHS)

- ...or the post.

If we're digging here,

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