Long Weekend Page #4

Change them again.

- Do it yourself.

F***.

Where do you like, a**hole?

What happened?

Tomorrow morning we leave.

My head...

How's your hand?

Good. But my head hurts.

I want to leave early.

- Yes, I see.

Maybe we can use

Portsea drive home.

Prima.

That's just...

250 km detour.

It's a shame the rest of the weekend

ruin.

I will pack up the rest.

- I'll do that.

Then I have a table...

- No.... amazing.

You have the spilled sugar.

See those ants everywhere?

I'm sorry...

- I need your help.

Go for a walk or something.

I'm packing it.

From now on.

I told you it was not a dolphin.

Yes, that's a Dugong.

A manatee.

There were thousands of coastal...

Before they were slaughtered for their oil.

She searched her young.

This explains the sounds you hear.

It is said that the youth

as crying like babies.

It's terrible.

I'm going to talk to those people.

Ask if they have seen Luke.

I mean...

Come.

- I mean...

It's a pity to just leave.

We have the whole day to relax.

You promised, Peter.

- I know. I do not say...

That we have here one night stay.

- You promised.

I'm not...

- You promised.

F*** my promise.

I want to drive to the beach...

And just talk to the people who camp.

We have here no later than 12 hours away.

It takes only half an hour.

They are no longer there.

Not everyone is afraid

Mother Nature, sweetheart.

Not everyone is afraid.

- Well, let's go then.

Come on.

Is not this fun, sweetheart?

What time for ourselves.

You wanted

riding along the beach and we do so.

You know, Carla, I feel like I

sucks.

I have the feeling that everything

what you come close...

A little closer to death.

I do not know how I would stand by the nature...

But I do not think Mother Earth

is very fond of you.

Is fixed a feminine touch?

Other chemicals.

You know, the truth is, that I

the world brighter than you see.

Must be something male.

- Egocentric a**hole.

You're a selfish bastard.

You drag me here...

To this terrible place and stick your head like a turtle...

From your tent of $ 10,000.

You call this reality?

Reality is dealing with the right people...

Mountains and earn money.

Those are your own words.

- All right, go on.

There are holidays for.

Let me ask you this.

Is it true if you Mark fucks

and then the unborn child murder?

You're unbelievable.

You were so horny on Simone, you

Mark and I spent together.

And now you scream like a pig,

while everything is f***ed up. Or not?

Everything is f***ed.

If it was not murder,

why did you not tell me?

Did you think I would agree

votes to destroy it?

Nothing is destroyed.

Nothing is destroyed.

- Since then it gnaws at you.

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