- Scotty, Scotty.
Where's my little pal?
Come on.
Off to bed.
There, there, Scotty.
Now, now, now, now, boy.
It's all right.
It's only the storm.
Come on.
Yes.
Here we go.
There's a boy.
Oh, God!
Scotty!
No!
Scotty!
Where are you?
Come.
Come back to me!
My little baby!
- This hearing is to determine whether Jake Matthew Cullen
is to be committed for trial for the disappearance and
presumed murder of Scott Matthew Cullen.
- A pig, you say?
- No, a boar.
Razorback.
- And this, this razorback broke your leg and carried
your grandson away?
- Yes.
- You mean to say, Mr Cullen, that as a professional
kangaroo shooter armed with a high powered rifle, you were
unable to kill or even wound this boar.
- Your Worship, the animal in question is by no means a
normal product of nature.
It's armoured in a thick layer of bristle that can't be
penetrated by a rifle shot unless it's fired
from underneath it.
- Your Worship, we have already heard expert testimony from
Mr Baker that he shoots and kills razorbacks every day.
- There are all sorts of razorbacks.
It's a hybrid species.
A freak.
An aberration.
- Aberration or apparition?
- Quiet!
Quiet!
- Then the answer is no.
You were unable to wound it.
- Well, you'd have to see it to believe it.
- Indeed.
- Indeed, indeed.
- So, as a professional kangaroo shooter and an expert on
local wildlife, how big would an animal, say, a razorback,
how large would a razorback have to be to actually carry a
two-year-old child over any distance?
- About four or five times bigger than anything I've seen
or heard of.
- For an animal to have grown to such an extraordinay size,
he must be extremely shy and cunning--
- Even an exceptionally large and cunning
beast couldn't have dragged the boy?
- Where to?
- Anywhere.
- No, not for any distance.
The razorback's a kind of cowardly bastard.
Usually a good boo would scare him off.
- Do you often leave the boy with his grandfather?
- I was away in Brisbane.
My mother was sick.
- Do you know what happened?
- Objection!
- Overruled.
- Dad said it was a razorback, but what razorback?
Where is it?
Why hasn't anyone else ever seen it?
- The finding of this court is that there is insufficient
evidence to support the charge.
The accused is hereby discharged.
- Exploitation of animals.
- Exploitation, honey?
- Carl?
- Hello.
- Is it on yet, honey?
- No, it's still cooking.
It's nearly ready.
- Oh, you mean the TV?
- Yeah, it just started.
- They enjoy performing.
- With cattle prods attached to their genitals?
- We don't used prods here.
- Oh, God.
- Hey, wait a minute I want to watch that.
- No, please, Carl, leave it off.
- Uh-uh.
Don't you touch it.
Here.
- No.
- Come on.
Just relax.
- That's a damn lie.
Not one of our wranglers ever used a prod.
- Would you like to see the proof?
- Honey, you and your friends wouldn't know the difference
between a cattle prod and a pool cue.
- Not much different in terms of pain.
- Don't play with me.
I've been in the business for twenty years.
- Look at this creep.
- My reputation speaks for itself.
- Unfortunately the animals can't do the same.
- You start with the horses and steers,
why don't you go and save the
fleas and flies and bugs in the world, too?
They're animals, aren't they?
People swat fleas.
I got no time of day for this.
- Fleas in America.
- Cruelty to rats, too.
- Jerks.
The agency greenlighted the Australia special today.
- On the kangaroo slaughter?
I thought they passed on that months ago.
- They changed their minds.
And they're insisting that I go.
- Damn right you should go.
It was your idea in the first place.
Honey, that's terrific.
Congratulations.
- I'm scheduled to leave on Monday.
- Oh, well.
- Yeah.
Oh, hon.
- What's wrong?
- Oh, I don't know.
- Come on.
- Prenatal depression.
- Come on.
- What about you?
- Well, I'll be utterly and completely miserable,
but I can probably take care of myself.
- Really?
- Oh, shit!
Argh!
- Come on.
Here.
Will you miss me?
- Is the Pope Polish?
Does a bear shit in the woods?
- I don't like being apart on our anniversary.
- You know, there's a rumour going around that they've
actually got telephones in Australia now.
I think I even read about it in National Geographic.
- What would they know?
- Well, I suppose if you're so determined to run off again
and leave me, I should probably give you your little
surprise now.
- Carl!
It's beautiful.
- Yeah?
Good.
Then it suits you.
- Ahem.
- Set.
- We're 600 miles west of Sydney in the outback town of
Gamulla, an aboriginal word that appropriately means
intestine or gut, appropriate because Gamulla deals
literally in an economy of flesh and blood.
Last year, more than 800,000 kangaroos and waballies.
Wabballies!
- Oh!
Erm.
- Still rolling.
Still rolling.
- From last year, okay?
Right.
Last year, more than 800,000 kangaroos and wallabies
were slaughtered in this district alone.
They were summarily gutted and quartered and dumped at the
Petpak cannery eight miles west from here, to become dog
excreta on the sidewalks of Sydney, Hong Kong, and New York.
That'll do.
I'll do the pampered pet routine in voiceover, okay?
Well, how did I sound?
- Wabballies!
Friend of yours?
G'day.
We'd like to book a couple of rooms, please.
- Beth Winters, isn't it?
The animal campaigner?
- Yes, that's right.
How do we get a message out?
- Well theres a radio phone, it might take an hour or two to get through.
Where are you ringing?
- New York.
- New York?
- You'll be lucky to get Burke.
- Let's start with Burke then shall we?
- Where are the rooms, mate?
- We, we'd like to interview some kangaroo shooters.
Anyone interested?
I see.
Well, I'll just--
- Right.
- There's no way the Petpak cannery's going to
agree to an interview.
How about we do a walk-in tomorrow?
- You're the boss.
All they can do is smash my camera like they did in Dubbo.
- Think positive.
You can collect off my insurance.
- Just remember you're not in New York, surrounded by
a couple of million animal lovers.
- Let's get set up.
- Now?
Now?
- Hurry!
Sir?
Sir, my name is Beth Winters and I'm from the World Animal
League.
How do you respond to claims by Australian Environmental
Scientists that the kangaroo is becoming extinct?
- Wouldn't know.
I hunt boars.
- Boars?
- Razorbacks.
- Well, boars or kangaroos.
You're a professional hunter, right?
You make your living by killing wildlife, correct?
- If you say so.
- Well.
Erm, roughly how many razorbacks would you kill in a season?
- There isn't a season for razorbacks, girly.
- Then why kill them?
- Oh, I don't know.
There's something about blasting the shit out of a razorback that brightens up my whole day.
- But surely--
- Cut.
Come on.
- Hello?
No.
New York.
United States.
America?
Erm, sorry.
Over.
Erm, no, I want to telephone there.
I want you to connect me with a landline.
Over.
Winters.
Carl Winters.
He's the party with whom I wish to speak.
Hello?
- Mate?
What do you reckon?
I reckon.
- Oh sorry sweetheart.
We only want to give you a little freak.
- The roads will be full of kangaroos and sheep after dark.
It wouldn't look good for the chief of the Animal Lib to be running animals over.
- Thanks for worrying.
I'll drive slowly and be back by dusk.
Don't use all the hot water, okay?
- Who wouldn't be?
So they took her to intensive care.
The next day I went to see her and the Mother Superior was there--
She said, "My dear, how do you feel?"
The nun says, with her eyes full of tears, "Terrible".
He hasn't called, he hasn't sent any letters.
- What's up your hole?
You American shit!
You give me that.
Listen, man, you come round to where we work and you
shoot.
You want this back?
Quick, Benny!
Benny!
- Bye!
- Oh, yeah.
Bye.
- You idiot!
What's she doing down there?
- Come on.
♫ Send me your warning siren
♫ As if I could ever hide
♫ Last time la luna
♫ I light my torch and
♫ Wave it for the
♫ New moon on Monday
♫ And a fire dance
♫ Through the night
- We're turning left.
- Stop!
Jesus!
- Hi.
Everything okay?
Any bones broken?
Anything like that?
You all right? You are ok?
- Yeah.
- Yeah?
Good.
- I'll have a go after you, Dicko!
- Mind your own business!
Just relax, just relax!
Don't rough her up too much, mate!
We don't want to spoil the goods!
- Go on, son!
That's right!
- Do you want to make love? - What?
I said, I said do you wanna make.
Try it again.
Stay on the bed, Mavis.
That's a good girl.
- Get her legs up, mate!
- Can't get her legs open! - Get her clothes off!
How's your French.
I said, how's your French kissing?
Get into it, doll.
- Hey, cut that out, Dicko!
- Shut your hole!
- You don't want to kill the bloody woman!
Quick!
Let's get out of here!
Quick!
- I'm just getting her ready!
- Leave her!
Get out of here!
♫ Blue eyes holding back the tears
♫ Holding back the pain
- Going to cost more to tow it back
than the bloody thing's worth.
Insurance job.
Should have just left it.
Townies run off the road, knock a few posts
down and wander into the bush.
Bloody locals have got to drop
everything and go looking for them.
- He's back.
- Hey? You say somethin?
- I said he's back.
- Who's back?
An old friend.
- Benny!
Benny!
- What do you want, Jake?
- You were there.
- We were where?
- You and Dicko.
You saw it.
- What was it we saw?
- All right.
Where's Dicko?
- Dicko didn't see it.
He didn't see any boars or any women.
Bye, Jake.
Silly old bugger.
Now get off, you.
- Bye, Jake.
- Cut it out, you mongrel!
Just cut it out!
- Carl, it's beautiful.
- How do you respond to claims that the kangaroo is becoming extinct?
- What do you mean, she's missing?
- It was an accident.
- My fault.
- How many razorbacks would you kill in a season?
- There isn't a season.
- Should never have let her out of my sight.
I don't know. Something about blasting the shit out of a razorback
that brightens up my day - That's Jake Cullen.
- Excuse me.
Can you tell me who runs this place?
- Yeah.
Me.
- Great, I'd like to reserve a room for the night If I could.
- I'll give you a bed out the back.
- Where can I find Jake Cullen?
- Jake?
Nowadays he's out about Ten Train Road.
35 miles down this road, turn left at the junction, follow
the road right through to the end.
- How about a taxi or a car for hire?
- Taxi?
I haven't seen a taxi here since about 1953 and he was lost.
Listen, you better take my old bomb.
Just top up the tank when you get back.
- You sure?
- Sure.
I'll look after your bag, don't worry.
- Thanks.
Thanks a lot.
- I'd watch the steering.
She gets a bit wobbly over the tonne.
- Okay.
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 people 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, shit-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 with a 30-30
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 shit.
- 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.
- 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.
Dicko!
- Hang on!
I'm busy!
- I got an American out here!
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?
- 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, you ride with us.
Save yourself a dollar.
- That's not necessary.
- You can run Turner's car back tomorrow, can't you.
Look out for the piggy-wiggies, Wallace!
- Hey, Ten.
- Oh, wipe 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.
- Sorry?
- Yeah, you'd be sorry all right.
You would be, yeah.
- Homey-poo!
After you!
- Come in.
Watch your step here, Bill.
We've got plenty of bunks down here.
- Oh no listen, I've reserved a room in town.
- No, we wouldn't hear of it.
We like a guest.
In any case, you're gonna be closer to the diggings here.
And Dicko there's gonna burn us some snags.
- Snags?
- You know, bangers.
- Mystery bags.
- What?
- Sausages.
- Oh, yeah.
I'm really beat.
If I could use your shower, I'd like to lay down
for an hour or so.
- Shower?
You can hose off under the tank if you like.
There you go, Bill.
This is your bunk here, mate.
Nice and soft, eh?
That's a good one for you.
You can punch a few Zs away there, mate.
Do you want a rum or anything?
- I knew you'd be a fun group as soon as I
saw you with the water beds and whoopee cushions.
You will all give me your names and relatives.
- Wakey, wakey, hands off snakey!
- We're going hunting, mate.
- Hunting tonight?
- You don't shoot roos in the daylight.
They can't see the spotlight.
There you are.
Don't be shy.
- Great.
You don't get many strangers up this way, huh?
- Nah.
Tourist coach about once a week.
That's all.
- What about that American woman, Beth Winters?
- You mean that grunter from New York?
- What happened to her?
- Cops say she fell down a mine shaft.
- Friend of yours, was she?
- Me?
No.
- You come from over there, don't you?
- Never met her, though.
- I-I don't go along with animal welfare crap.
- How come you came to Petpak?
How come you came down our place?
- I was talking to Jake Cullen said you guys knew a lot about opal mining.
- Did he?
What else did he say?
- Nothing.
- Oh.
That's all right, then.
You don't want to listen to him, mate.
He's as mad as a meat axe.
- Yep.
You know what?
He murdered his grandson.
- Is that right?
- Kid disappeared.
Jake went to court. They tried Jake, but they couldn't convict him.
They didn't have enough evidence.
Kid vanished.
It must have been him.
- Maybe he fell down a mine shaft, too.
- You know your trouble?
You ask too many bloody questions.
You writing a book or something about this Winters woman?
- Not me.
- You gonna hold onto that all night?
Get a blanket or something, you know?
Gets cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey.
Did you ever see them castrating lambs?
We'll have to take you out to do that one day.
- You work the spot, Bill, so Dicko can shoot.
Unless we see a mob of big reds.
Then you'll have to drive so I can shoot too.
Spot's behind you.
For Christ's sake, mate, don't
switch it on until you get up there.
Now just swing it around slow like until you spot one.
And then you hold it there while I cut the donk.
- You cut their donks?
- The motor.
- No, no!
Left, left, left!
Down!
Up!
That's it.
Beautiful.
It's beautiful.
See?
See how it's mesmerised with the spot?
Beautiful big brown eyes.
Fuck me!
- There!
- God.
God!
- What?
- It's still alive.
- Of course it is.
You don't kill it outright.
It'd go stiff as jerky before you had time to butcher it.
- Strewth!
Charming!
Must have been the snags.
- Sure smells like it.
What's up, Billy?
That snag turn in your gut, did it?
You only had to holler
if you wanted to barf!
- Give me the rifle.
Give me the rifle!
- No way, why do you want it?
What are you doing?
Leave it alone!
You killed it!
What did you want to bloody go and do that for?
You better finish it off now.
Skin it and gut it.
Pretty tough hombre, aren't you?
Do you chuck up when
you're shooting deer?
That's mine, see you, Skip.
- You're in the middle of bugger all here
so for Christ's sake don't go walkabout.
We'll be back in five or six hours.
- Wakey, wakey, hands off snakey!
- Can't swim.
You can't swim!
You can't get me!
Oh!
Oh, God!
No!
No you won't!
- It's okay.
It's okay.
Good morning.
What happened to you out there?
Car break down?
- The Baker brothers.
Benny and Dicko took me shooting.
- Yeah, that'd be their idea of a joke.
- Some boars chased me.
- You were chased by boars?
- Dozens of them.
I spent the night up a windmill tower.
- At the pumping shed?
God, they've busted through the north boundary. They don't usually come in that close.
- You ever heard of Beth Winters?
- Animal campaigner?
Yep.
- She's my wife.
- She wasn't very popular around here.
- So I gather.
Do you know what happened to her?
- She fell down a mine shaft that's what they say
Lie still, lie down.
Keep still, huh?
If the boars had you surrounded,
how the hell did you get away?
Sorry.
- I don't know.
Something big scared them away.
- Like what?
- I don't know.
But it was huge.
As big as a rhino.
- You just lie still, I've got to make a call, okay?
- Sarah tells me you've seen the boar.
The razorback.
Come on, boy!
- I'm not sure.
I didn't see it clearly.
- Tusks around about so.
- I couldn't say.
It was a long way away.
- I'm going out there.
- Could it be the same one?
- It'll do me.
- Wait, I'll get the dart gun.
Jake!
If he's as big as you say you're not going to
stop him with a 303.
- I won't stop him with a dart.
- We can get a transmitter on him at least we can--
- I don't want to track him.
I want to nail the bastard's hide
outside the pub so everyone can see.
- Take the dart gun, please.
Thank you.
- What's with him?
Doesn't he care about anything, but his goddamn razorbacks?
- A couple of years ago one of them got into his
house and took his grandson.
- It was a razorback?
- He's had a private war going ever since.
Took his grandson.
His daughter.
And his pride.
That boar destroyed his life.
- Come on, Spider.
Come on.
We've got a long wait.
Here, boy.
Here.
Here, boy.
Yeah.
- Now in South Australia, instead of
mowing your lawn, you can smoke it.
- Oi!
What are you trying to do?
Drown the flies?
- What are you doing?
- Putting a tag on it.
I keep track of their migration that way.
I got a government grant to carry out research.
It's more work, but I need the cash.
- So you're here all alone?
- Yep.
Jake drops in regularly.
He's supposed to be my stockman,
but I can't get him to take any pay.
- What's wrong?
- Oh, nothing, I...
I've never seen anyone in Dad's
trousers since he died, it looks good.
Next time he comes back this way I
catch him and check his growth.
There it is.
- Yeah.
How long have you been all by yourself here?
- My mum died last year.
Jake's never more than a radio message away.
- Must be tough.
- It wasn't so bad a couple of years back.
Now these boars are eating us out of house and home.
- Why has it gotten so bad?
- We're not exactly sure.
A lot of them are diseased.
They've got worms and parasites.
The sicker they get, the hungrier they become.
It's really weird lately because Jake's been finding their teeth.
They've been cannibalising their young.
It's not normal.
I dissected a sow last week.
Guess what I found.
A stress ulcer.
- Boars worry?
- Yeah.
Lately something's been worrying them a lot.
- Jesus wept.
It's him, Spider.
The big fella.
Sarah was right.
It's gonna take a lot to stop him.
Go!
Die, you murderous bastard!
Die!
Dart!
They'll believe me now.
I'm sorry, son.
The electronic gizmo.
Switch it on.
Gotcha, you murderous bastard.
Where is he?
- Hang on, Jake, give me a minute.
Looks like he's about three miles west of the pumping shed.
- There's no water in 30 miles.
He's got to come to the water hole to drink.
- If you couldn't stop him--
- He's only bacon.
- Get some help.
- No, he's mine.
That 458 your father keeps around the place.
That ought to slow him down.
- Be careful, you old goat.
Sorry.
Didn't agree with her ideas but
I'm sure she was a good woman.
- Our anniversary.
The day she disappeared was our anniversary.
First one.
She didn't want to make this trip.
She was six weeks pregnant and worried about the baby.
I'm the one that convinced her to go.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
- Trying to get in contact with Constable McCleary.
Over.
- He's been away all week as far as I know.
What's the trouble, Sarah, over?
- No trouble, Jake's camped out at the northeast boundary.
I'll get him to go over there in the morning.
Over.
- What's up, over?
- Jake reckons he knows what happened to the Beth Winters woman.
Over and out.
- I'll be leaving in the morning.
You've been very kind.
- You can stay as long as you like.
Give the locals something to talk about, eh?
- No.
I'm gonna go home.
I got what I came for.
I guess there's not much more I can do.
- I'll take you to the bus stop in the morning then.
- Well, I guess I'll try to get some sleep.
- Good night, Carl.
- Good night, Sarah.
- He must have found water someplace else.
Well...
we've got plenty of time.
- Dicko, you can't just go around killing
people cause you don't like 'em.
- Why not, I haven't killed anybody.
It's the razorback, eh?
Besides, the old coot's been shooting his mouth off.
I'm gonna have to teach him a lesson.
- Well, I don't want no part of it.
- Yeah, but you never want to do anything fun.
One fart and you're a hamburger.
Come on!
Get down!
Get down on the ground!
Come on!
I want to make sure you don't go to the cops.
- What are you talking about, cops?
- Why didn't you stay in the truck?
What did you do that for?
Because he was gonna go you, you mug.
- He wasn't gonna go me.
Pig's arse.
You just spoilt everything.
- Spoilt what?
- How's he gonna feel it now?
When we bust his legs.
- He'll feel it soon enough won't he.
Not if the razorback eats him before he wakes up.
- Jeez Dicko, you give me the shits sometimes.
If you're gonna do it, just bloody do it.
- Sarah.
Get Sarah for me.
Go on. Run.
- Thank you.
You know, for the clothes and everything. - That's alright.
Good luck.
- Good luck to you.
Off to New York.
I've never even been to Sydney, you know.
- You will.
- I hope so.
Bye-bye.
- Bye.
- Ease on down, ease on down the road.
Traffic, eh?
- Ease on down.
What did you do that for?
- I don't know.
- Weird.
- Come with me.
Jake!
- Sarah.
Sarah, wait a minute.
Sarah!
Where are you going?
- I'm gonna kill it, I know where it is!
- Jake couldn't stop it.
What chance do we have?
- We'll get people together.
We'll get it this time.
Follow me in Jake's ute!
Benny!
Dicko!
- Hang about, Bill, you're supposed to put your brakes on.
- My name's Carl Winters.
As in Beth Winters.
- That's no reason to.
- What did you do to my wife Benny?
What did you do to my wife?
- It was Dicko!
I wasn't even there!
See, Dicko.
He'd gone out and he'd been drinking all day.
He'd got a skinful and he's off his brain.
Let me out!
- He was just gonna frighten her and it got out of hand?
- Yeah.
And then this razorback came.
I've never seen anything like it in my life before.
- Even though you weren't there?
Even though you weren't there?
You left my wife to the razorback?
- I tried to help her.
- Just like you tried to help Jake Cullen.
Is that right?
- I'm not a violent man.
- Where's your brother now?
- I don't know.
- Where's your brother now Benny?
- I don't--
- Where is your brother now?
- Petpak!
He's at Petpak!
Help me out, mate.
Don't leave me here!
I'll come and give you a hand!
Hey, mister, oi!
Don't leave me, hey!
- Got it.
- Come on!
- Oh, shit!
Follow my car!
- Now!
- Stupid bloody woman.
- My dog's bigger than that.
- Waste of bloody time.
- Bloody big razorback that, love.
Back to the pub, boys.
- Hey, Wallace!
You better put some light around the cess pool.
Otherwise the joint will be full of boars tonight, eh?
Put ten out.
Gardner?
Are you coming?
Gardner?
Wallace?
Sorry.
Would you like a hand?
I'm a kangaroo.
You've got a really good sense of humour for a Septic.
- Well, shoot me!
Come on, man, shoot me!
You finished the kangaroo off!
Shoot me!
Wow!
- I've got him on the screen, it was a second transmitter!
- Come on, love, it's been a long day.
- He's definitely at Petpak, he might even be inside.
If we can get out there quickly--
- If he's a Petpak, he won't be molesting anyone.
- Is Carl there?
- Who, over?
- The American.
- I haven't seen anyone.
- I've got to go.
Over and out.
- Oh, God!
- Carl?
Carl?
- Sarah!
Oh, Jesus, no.
Sarah!
Get out of here!
Sarah!
It's down there!
Get the hell out of here!
Get out!
- Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Come on!
This way!
Come on, come on!
Come on, you son of a bitch!
Sarah!
Come on.
Come on!
Come on, you scumbag!
You want me?
Don't just stand there.
I dare you.
You're stupid and you stink too.
You think I'm coming down there?
You can kiss my ass.
Come on, you bastard.
Come on!