Razorback Page #4

OK. Back soon.

To the left!

How's it going?

- Same as usual.

- Bit dusty, huh?

Yeah.

My name's Carl Winters.

Yeah?

Jake Cullen, right?

What's it to you?

You were one of the last

to see my wife alive.

- Your wife?

- Beth Winters.

Oh, yes.

The kangaroo woman.

It's too bad. I'm sorry.

Thought you might know

what happened to her.

Razorbacks.

Vicious, sh*t-eating godless vermin.

God and the devil couldn't have created

a more despicable species. Here.

See this fella? I blew half of his hind

quarters away and he kept coming.

Usually the concussion alone is enough

to knock most animals rotten but...

But your razorback doesn't have

a nervous system like most animals.

It's only got two states of being -

dangerous or dead.

- Nothing in between.

- That's very interesting.

- Now tell me about my wife.

- I sort through their droppings.

- You learn a lot from droppings.

- Droppings?

Boar sh*t.

You're giving me a lesson in wildlife.

It's my wife we're talking about.

"The kangaroo woman". You make it sound

as if she has a goddamn pouch.

Now, listen, son. You and me,

we got something in common.

I know what you're going through.

Then help me.

- No proof.

- I'm not asking for proof.

Just give me some place to start.

Try the Petpak cannery.

(Carl) Hello?

- Hi. What are you doing?

- The smell brings the flies in.

I've got to put these lights up

so they don't clean me out.

- American, are you?

- Ah, no. Canadian.

Canadians are American, aren't they?

Hop up.

(Growling)

- Dicko!

- Hang on! I'm busy!

I got an American out here!

- Bugger. Eh, this is er...

- Bill.

He's gonna get a ride out with us

to the diggings, mate.

Why don't you give Dicko a hand

until we go?

- (Benny sniggers)

- Here. Take the spade.

Welcome to Petpak.

You idiot! I told you to watch it!

What are you trying to do? Blow us up?

Get away!

What do you think you're doing,

Wallace, you idiot!

- I'll follow you.

- No, ride with us. Save yourself a dollar.

- That's not necessary.

- You can give Turner's car back tomorrow.

Look out for the piggy-wiggies, Wallace!

Hey, Ben. I'm out!

- You over here on your holidays then?

- Yeah.

Yeah. I guess you guys hunt roos

in this thing, huh?

Yeah. You do any hunting in Canuck land?

- Deer.

- Sweetheart.

Get it? Dear?

- Hey! Hey!

- Yeah, that's Sarah Cameron's place.

Hey, you can always pop in

for a quick... visit.

(Sniggering)

- Sorry?

- Yeah, you'd be sorry all right.

You would be, yeah.

Homey-poo!

After you! After you!

(Manic laughter)

Come in.

Watch your step here, Bill.

We've got plenty of bunks down here.

- No, I've reserved a room in town.

- No, we wouldn't hear of it.

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