Wake in Fright Page #4

he turned it on.

I grabbed him by the scruff

of the neck and I hit him.

Done the knuckle in.

Knuckle's squished up

back here.

Yeah, it's been six weeks.

All these mugs I get in here.

They want to try you out.

They all come from far

and wide to try you out.

Hot?

Hot.

New to the yabba?

New to the yabba.

Like the old place?

No, I think it's bloody awful.

You don't like the yabba?

No.

Will you have a drink?

No, I'm toying

with this one, thanks.

Well, drink it down,

I'll buy you another.

Look, I'm flat broke and

I can't afford to drink!

What's that go to

do with it, man?

I said I'd buy you a drink!

You don't have to buy me one!

Now, drink it down!

Two middies, Keith.

Don't forget the tomato juice.

I'm Tim Hynes.

John grant.

Hey. Good shot.

Are you a Mason?

What? No!

You're in the buffs.

In the what?

In the buffs.

The buffs?

Are you a member of

the buffalo lodge?

No.

Never heard of it.

Not a Mason, not a buff.

No.

Ah, you'll be

a Roman catholic, then.

Oh, no, I'm not.

Well, what are you going to do?

You're not a buff?

I am not a buff.

Poor old John.

Well, we better

have another beer.

Hey!

I was just checking your oil.

Now, come on, John.

Hey, Keith, a couple of beers!

Well, here we are, John.

- Home, sweet home.

- Uh-huh!

Grab yourself a seat, John,

I'll tell Janette we're here.

Janette! Put these in

the fridge, will you?

Oh, I brought a friend back, so set

another place for lunch, will you?

Oh!

How do you do?

Fine.

How are you?

I really must apologize for

landing on you like this.

Mr. Hynes more

or less insisted.

He usually does.

Oh, my name's John grant.

I'm Janette Hynes.

Oh.

Thanks.

Over the teeth and round the gums,

look out belly, here it comes!

Just a little

quickie before lunch.

Lunch is ready now, daddy.

I know.

But firstly, John and I

must have an aperitif.

Ah.

John, old man,

about your troubles,

a terrible thing,

you losing all that money.

You have no idea...

No, it was somewhere between

the train and the hotel.

Hmm.

I could put a call

through to Sydney.

No, there's no one

there I could borrow from.

John, I'd love to

lend you some...

No, no. No, no, no. I wouldn't,

really, I'll be all right.

Ah, you're a good bloke.

We'll think of something.

Now, don't you worry, lad.

- Right.

- And drink up.

Drink up.

I say!

Wake up, Tim!

Well, that's... That's dick and

Joe, couple of old mates of mine.

I want you to meet them.

Come on in, boys.

Come on in.

Am I glad to see you!

You look bloody awful, mate.

I feel bloody awful!

Hey!

Too much of the old booze.

Oh, cut it out, boys, will you?

Stop it!

Hey. Let's all

have a drink.

- Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

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