Wolf Creek 2 Page #3

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Sh*t!

You'll have to do better than that!

He's got to be hungry, I know that.

We didn't know whether to wake you.

We're heading to town as soon

as you've eaten something.

Phone?

No phones.

We got shortwave if it was working.

It's the magnets. Something

weird in the ground.

Even the TV goes on the

blink now and again.

Ah, you got to be

self-sufficient out here.

It's all right.

You're safe now.

I'm Lil.

This is Jack.

Paul.

Come on, son. Eat up.

You'll need your strength.

I made it special for you.

You in there, hero?

You don't want anyone else

to get hurt, do you, eh?

He's here.

Don't you worry, mate.

I'll see to it.

Get off my property.

Hey, mate. The boy. Hand him over.

I said get the hell away from here.

Now get.

He's gone.

No. No, he's...

He's not.

He will be if I see him again.

The car's at the front.

We'll all go out together.

You got the keys, no?

I can't.

Sh*t.

Hey, baby.

We could have had a

good time, you and me.

Please!

Just leave me alone.

F***ing Pommy, eh?

I...

- Huh. Definitely a Pommy.

- Weak as piss.

Obviously don't know the

first rule of the Outback, hero.

You never, ever stop.

Could have saved yourself

a whole lot of trouble.

Why you here, Pommy?

Please...

I asked you a question.

- Why are you here?

- Please...

Please... I didn't...

I didn't mean to interfere.

I should have just left her there

and minded my own business.

Well, maybe I can

answer it for you, huh?

You're here for an adventure.

You're here for a bit

of excitement, hmm?

- For the thrill, hey? Hey?

- Yes. Yes! Yes!

- Something a bit different!

- Please.

Please!

Just let me out of here.

And I'll just walk away.

That's a good one.

You expect to come to

my f***ing country,

waltz around like you

own the bloody place,

come between a man and his

meal and "just walk away," eh?

Just like that?

Please! Don't!

You owe me, boy.

What made you think you could

just take her away from me, huh?

Just wanted to...

Hey? Hey, hey, hey?

Where's your famous

English wit, now? Huh?

Even harder to be a smartass

with no f***ing tongue.

There once was a lad from York,

who picked his nose with a fork.

And when it got stuck, he

cried, "I don't give a f***,"

and walked around

looking like a dork.

There once was a man,

uh, from Kansas,

whose nuts were made of brass.

In stormy weather, he'd clack them together,

and lightning would shoot out his ass.

What are you doing, Pom? Hmm?

There once was an old lady from

Wheeling, who had a peculiar feeling.

And she lied on her back,

and tickled her crack,

and pissed all over the ceiling.

"Pissed all over the ceiling."

You're a funny little

f***, aren't ya, eh?

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