Dying Breed Page #2

Welcome to the winner of Tidy Camp.

Wave to the locals. Making friends.

This Pieman guy's popular.

He owns everything.

We should get the f*** out of this car.

Oi. That look familiar?

Toilet?

Okay.

What did that achieve?

Nothing, but I feel better, eh?

Come on, let's have a beer.

Jesus, Matt, we only just got here.

I know. I know.

Do you want anything to drink, babe?

Yeah, just whatever.

Can we stay out of trouble?

Can we do that? Please?

Let's sort out the rooms.

Hi.

Be with you in a minute.

Don't even think about the towel.

- I think it's alive.

- Great.

Look, are you okay with me being here?

I know that Jack can

railroad people into things,

and I don't want you

to think that I'm...

No, no, no. It's fine.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

Okay, good.

It's just...

This place was the last

stop that my sister made,

so it's a little bit weird.

Before she died?

Before she drowned, yeah.

It was an accident, apparently.

It was eight years ago, so I was young.

Yeah, and look. It hasn't changed a bit.

It's that old-world charm.

Interesting wildlife.

Lovely.

Thank you.

They jump, you know.

I've nothing.

You're kidding.

I didn't know it was pig season.

Try the next town.

If you don't mind roughing it.

Anything's fine.

Harvey. Fifth generation Irish.

Hi, I'm Matt. Matt.

Hey, thank you.

You see that?

It belonged to my

great-great-grandda.

Wow. Cool.

Gareth!

You got a flat.

You must have picked up something.

As he says, if you

don't mind roughing it.

Liam.

- Awesome.

- Here you go, guys.

Let's see if Pieman

lives up to his name.

Yes, except I'm on a no-carbs thing.

That you may have to forget.

It's traditional

Wangan's food, apparently.

It's good. Cheers.

The mines around here

may have shut down,

but the pies have hung on.

It's important to us. Traditions.

Tradition.

So, are the rumors true?

- Rumors?

- Yeah.

That the tiger's alive and kicking.

That's what brought you here.

That and the cooking.

It's good.

So are they?

There hasn't been a tiger

around here for a hundred years.

Seems to bring in the

odd tourist, though.

Fine devils, but they got the

teeth that'll rip through bone.

- Devils?

- Aye.

There's little hairy creatures

that'll creep up on

you in the bush and...

That was funny.

Come on, now, let's have us shenanigans.

No.

Come on.

Come on now! Let's have a party!

She doesn't dance.

Come on.

You're out of the city now.

Let's make this quick.

Yeah. Welcome to Sarah,

the shallow end of

the f***ing gene pool.

There's something seriously

wrong with this place.

- I mean, that old guy with the teeth?

- You nearly wet yourself.

Well, do you blame me?

I mean, a bunch of inbreds

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