Last Ride Page #4

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We've got all that good stuff.

Come on, you must be hungry.

My face hurts.

Ow! Ow!

Hey, keep still.

You nick that vest?

It's magic protection.

Ow.

How did you get those scars?

Well, all sorts of sh*t

goes on in prison, mate.

Like what?

Oh, well, I was young... easy prey.

People take advantage -

do bad things to ya.

Know what I mean?

Come on. Come on in.

I can't swim. You know that.

No, you can't swim yet.

Come on.

Hey? It'll be fine, right?

I got ya.

You're not too cold?

- Uh-uh.

- No?

Right. Now, take a deep breath.

Relax, relax. Relax.

- You right?

- Mm.

OK. Put your head back.

Straighten your back. That's it.

Righto. Put your arms out wide.

Right.

OK.

N ow

I'm gonna let you go.

Relax.

You right? You're right.

You're right, you're right,

you're right. I've got ya. I've got ya.

I've got ya. Try again.

OK.

Relax.

Keep your back straight.

There you go.

There you go. See?

Eh?

Now, you get into trouble, you can

always roll onto your back and float.

Sh*t.

Come on, mate.

F***in' black bastards

must have dobbed us in.

F***!

F***.

You stay there.

Sh*t!

Are we bogged?

Go see if you can find us some water.

Gross.

Nah, it's alright.

What are we gonna eat?

We could boil up those sheep's bones.

Maybe catch a dingo.

We can get the car out

in the morning.

Hey?

Can you eat a dog?

- How about that?

- Yep! A bit more!

Is that good enough?

Yeah.

- Ah!

- Yes!

Good driving!

It's about 300 or 400 k's around...

...or 30 across,

then there's a roadhouse.

How do you know?

I've been here before.

It's a lake.

Yeah, sorta.

- Where'd you learn to count?

- Same place as you.

Mate, 14 and 8 makes 22,

not f***in' 21.

My game.

Finish up, mate.

I'm off for a quick drink.

- See you in the morning.

- See you, Dad.

What you doin', eh?

Eh?!

You f***in' dog!

Dad?

You didn't have to.

Didn't have to what?

Hurt Max.

He wasn't hurting me.

He was just lonely.

Hey, don't you say that,

you little poofter.

Yeah, well, it doesn't matter now

anyway, 'cause he's dead.

What?

He's f***in' dead. Right? He's dead.

Dead.

Oi!

Chook!

I hate you!

F***in' cut that out!

Listen, mate. F*** it.

He was still breathing

when we left, yeah?

You saw me check on him.

I hate you.

Mate, there are just some things

you're too young to understand.

I'm supposed to protect ya.

He was like a proper dad.

He looked after me, not like you!

You f...

F***!

Proper dad?

I'll show you a f***in' proper dad.

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Hey, get in.

Alright, I'm sorry, yeah?

But you needed to learn a lesson.

Come on, mate.

Hey.

You right there?

Out of there, boy.

You deaf?

Hey?

Hey, behave yourself.

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