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(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(RESELLERS CHEERING)
- WOMAN 1: Hey! - WOMAN 2: Hey!
(BOTH WHOOP AND LAUGH)
- Hey, hey, hey! - Hey!
- MAN: Sorry, sorry. - Watch where you're going.
Hey. (SPEAKING SWEDISH)
- What? - (SPEAKING SWEDISH)
What, uh... What? I'm sorry, what?
Oh, sorry, I thought you were, uh, Swedish.
I'm from Norway.
Canada. We're Canadian.
- Wait, what? Canada? - Everybody loves Canadians.
Are you here on vacation or...
- Uh, yeah, yeah. - That's cool.
Cool.
- (REVELERS CHEER) - (MUSIC VOLUME INCREASES)
Whoo!
(YELPS AND LAUGHS)
Whoo!
(SUBDUED DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
(IN ENGLISH) Oh, uh... No.
- Hey. - Hi.
- What can I get ya? - Uh, two Fosters, please.
- Fosters? - Yeah.
- Really? - (REVELERS CHEER)
- There are better beers. - What?
- There are better beers. - I... I can't hear you.
(DANCE MUSIC BOOMS LOUDLY)
So do you get to have a dance or...
(CARD MACHINE BEEPS)
- Declined. - What?
Your card. Declined.
- Uh... - Hey, mate, what can I get ya?
No, look, can you... can you try it again?
Yeah, I did.
- Who's next? - MAN: Two gin and tonics, mate.
(MUSIC FADES)
(ANIMATED CHATTER, LAUGHTER)
(ELECTRONIC DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)
Hey, Hanna? Sorry.
Uh...
Hanna?
Uh, Hanna, can I have your card?
- Mine was declined. - What?
It got declined.
- Wait, seriously? - Yeah, I'm out of cash.
(SIGHS) Liv...
- It'll be fine, it'll be fine. - It'll be fine? (SCOFFS)
MAN: Woo-hoo!
(BOAT HORN BLARES)
(REVELLERS CHEER AND WHOOP)
- (HUSHED CHATTER) - (PHONES RINGING)
(HANNA GROANS SOFTLY)
(LIV EXHALES)
What?
That's a hickey. Yeah, right...
- Oh, stop. Stop. - Right there. That's huge.
Okay, so it's good money,
but what makes it a little tough is the remoteness of the location.
So you guys are gonna be right here.
It's a large mining area.
So you're gonna have to be okay with a little male attention.
Yeah...
Yeah, we'll... we'll... we'll be fine.
Um... (CLEARS THROAT) Is there anything a little less remote?
No. Sorry. Not at this late notice.
Will there be kangaroos?
WOMAN: Uh, yeah, sure.
I mean... Yeah, we'll take it.
- WOMAN: Great. I'll get the paperwork. - Thank you.
What?
(TRAIN HORN BLARES)
(BRAKES HISS)
- LIV: Up. - (HANNA GRUNTS)
(LIV AND HANNA HALF-CHUCKLE, GROAN)
- (BAG SLIPS) - Whoa. Oh...
- HANNA: Oh, no... - LIV: Fuck.
Let me just...
- This is all your fault. - I know.
We're in the middle of nowhere.
Yep.
Like, where is anything...
Oh, car, car!
Hi.
(ENGINE SWITCHES OFF, HANDBRAKE CRANKS)
(CAR DOOR CREAKS OPEN)
Uh, is this... We're here for the Work and Travel program.
- WOMAN: Yep. - Um... (CLEARS THROAT)
Here's the confirmation letter and copies of our passport
and health insurance.
Uh, bags in the back.
You gettin' in or what?
(DOG PANTS)
(INDISTINCT COMMENTARY ON RADIO)
LIV: It's incredible.
The... the landscape, it's...
(COMMENTARY CONTINUES)
...really nice.
LIV: Hey, hey, a swimming pool.
See? Not so bad.
(ENGINE SWITCHES OFF, HANDBRAKE CRANKS)
(CAR DOOR CREAKS OPEN)
(CAR BOOT CREAKS OPEN)
(DOG PANTS)
Come on, boy. Whoop! (CHUCKLES)
(DOG BARKS)
(KEYS JANGLING)
- (LOCK RATTLING) - (DOOR CREAKING)
Down the back, up the stairs.
Uh, sorry?
Down the back, up the stairs.
Your rooms. Where you're staying.
Oh. Oh, yeah, sorry.
(DOOR CLOSES)
WOMAN: Down the back, up the stairs.
- Wait... - What...
Did she... Did she lock us in?
What...
(MEN SNICKER)
WOMAN: Keep it locked!
It's a pub, for fuck's sake.
(MEN SNICKER)
(MEN MOCKINGLY) Down the back...
- And up the arse... the stairs! - And up the stairs!
(MEN CACKLE)
(HANNA SCOFFS SOFTLY)
(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)
(IMITATES AUSTRALIAN ACCENT) Down the back...
(IMITATES AUSTRALIAN ACCENT) Up the stairs, mate.
(STAIRS CREAKING)
(FLICKS SWITCH)
What's in here?
Yeah, nope.
It's not it.
- Oh, uh, sorry. - Oh.
(INDIE ROCK MUSIC PLAYS QUIETLY)
LIV: Hi.
Hi.
You the new girls?
HANNA AND LIV: Yeah.
Where you from?
Uh... Canada.
You?
England!
(WOMEN HALF-CHUCKLE)
HANNA: Uh, do you know the wi-fi?
(WOMEN SCOFF AND LAUGH)
(LAUGHS AND GROANS)
(PIPES CLUNKING)
- HANNA: Liv. - LIV: Yeah?
(KNOB SQUEAKING)
My shower's not working.
What?
The shower, it's... it's not working.
Oh, my... Okay.
Uh... let me see if...
- Yeah, tap. - Can you do the tap?
- (WATER RUNS) - MAN: Hey!
(SQUEALS) Oh, my God!
- MAN: Hey! - That's so cold!
Fuckin' get 'em off!
The taps!
(SHOWER RUNNING)
Weir's at 13. Yeah?
- (SHOWERS STOP RUNNING) - It's dry as a nun's.
Yeah? 12 and we're fucked. Get it?
Oh, Jesus.
(SLOWLY) You speak English, don't youse?
Yes, of course we do. We... We're both fluent in English.
Spanish too.
A little Portuguese.
Smart cunt, yeah?
Think you're a smart cunt?
I like that.
Could use one around here.
Right, get some clothes on. It's not that kind of place.
(DOOR CLOSES)
What did he just call me?
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) - Oh, my God.
Right.
Gold is for a Cold Gold, yeah?
Red for Redlands, even though it's green, in a green can.
And green is for anything in a green bottle. Yeah?
Very simple. Green bottle, green sticker. Yep?
Gold, gold.
Green, green, except when it's not or when it's red.
And the lights... Well, no one drinks the lights, so...
Craig drinks the lights.
Right, Teeth.
Teeth gets his first for free.
Like that.
You see Teeth sit down, you get him a beer.
Yeah? Get it?
- Got it? Good. - (OPENS CAN)
Right.
Your meal tickets, they go in here.
- WOMAN: Hey. - Yeah?
What's that?
Carol will give youse a bell when it's done.
- Won't ya, Carol? - (DINGS BELL)
Eh, Carol?
(DINGS BELL REPEATEDLY)
- Now, you gotta slam it. - (SLAMS DOOR)
Yeah? You gotta give it some or she'll stall.
- Okay. - Okay? Have a go.
Um...
- No, slam it. - How... Like that?
No, don't just fuckin' look at it. No, mate. You gotta...
- (SLAMS DOOR) - Oh! Okay, yeah.
- Yeah? Right? - Yep.
- You got it? Okay. - Mm-hmm.
- (LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYS) - (PUB GOERS CHATTER AND SHOUT)
Where are you girls from? Where? Where you from?
Canada.
Oh, yeah? Like moose and that, yeah?
Yeah.
Liv, Liv, which one's Cold Gold?
- It's the yellow. - Yeah, which one?
The other yellow. The top one.
You're not listenin'! Gold!
Who have I gotta shag to get a beer round here?
Right, Glenda needs a beer!
- MAN: How much for a kiss? - BILLY: Useless.
Here, here, here. Here, here. Over there.
- Where? - BILLY: Spanners.
Spanners. Spanners gets a Red. Down the end.
And get those bins out.
Hey, uh, need me a cider!
Hey! I'm just lookin' for a girl who can get me a cider.
- Cider? - Yeah.
Uh, Dickens.
Dickens Cider?
Yeah, that's it. That's the one, yeah.
So... so, what is it? Which one do I want?
Dickens Cider?
- Yeah, sure. - Where are they?
- What's that? - The cider.
- Nah, but which one? - Dickens Cider.
(PUB GOERS LAUGH)
Only if she's lucky, sweetheart!
(GLENDA LAUGHS)
Get him a Goldie.
Just get him... Get him a Goldie.
(MEN SHOUTING DRUNKENLY IN DISTANCE)
(GRUNTS)
Fuck. Oh!
CAROL: You right?
Um, yeah.
You have five minutes off. Better eat something.
Ah. Thanks.
(DOOR CREAKS)
You like stars?
(FLICKS SWITCH)
HANNA: Wow.
It's amazing.
(DOOR CLANGS SHUT)
(PUB MUSIC PLAYS IN DISTANCE)
Your geologists, they're your top dogs, right? Big money.
And your riggers, they're your red eyes.
And your offsiders, they're all shitkickers, you know.
They're just your, um, your dunnies and your bins.
But in here it's all the same. Doesn't matter who you are.
You just have a drink with whoever's standing next to ya.
What are dunnies?
Yeah, yeah, your bogs. Your, um, your toilets.
Oh, okay.
But they're all blow-ins, you know? Like...
Except for, um... Except for Billy.
'Cause Bill's dad and grandad owned the place before him.
And Carol's here from time to time.
Blow-ins?
Come here for the work and can't find a reason to leave.
- Stars are different here. - What do you mean?
- The constellations... - MAN: Blondie!
What did the blonde say when she found out she were preggers?
- What did she fuckin' say? - Oh, shit.
- (WOMAN LAUGHS) - MAN: Go on, get up there!
- (SCREAMS DRUNKENLY) - (PUB GOERS CHEER)
Get up!
(PUB GOERS LAUGH AND SHOUT ENCOURAGEMENT)
(PUB GOERS CHEER)
You can't fuckin' smoke in here!
I've told you a fuckin' thousand times!
Fucking out! Outside!
(SHOUTING, CLAMOURING)
(PUB ROARS WITH SHOUTING AND LAUGHTER)
Hi.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Gold? - Yeah, thanks. Cheers.
- What was so funny before? - Huh?
- What was so funny before? - Before?
Yeah, with Liv. With the cider.
Oh...
What... Explain it to me.
Oh, no, we were just...
We were just muckin' around. You know what I mean?
He wants to stick his dick into your...
Yeah, she gets it, Glenda, for fuck's sake!
I'm sorry, it was just...
- (WOMAN LAUGHS) - (PUB GOERS CHEER)
- (GLASSES SMASH) - (PUB GOERS GROAN)
Agh!
- (WOMAN LAUGHS) - (PUB GOERS CHANT)
(PUB GOERS CHEER AND WHOOP)
- Come on. - Make sure he pays ya.
I fuckin' pay ya!
Seriously, make sure he pays ya.
Oh, no, no, no!
BILLY: Come on.
Hey, Kev! Kev... Get her down, will ya?
- (GLASSES SMASH) - (PUB GOERS GROAN)
Oh!
Fuck off! (SQUEALS)
Stop!
(SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)
That will be us in a few weeks.
Stop! What the fuck is wrong with you?
- (SCREAMS DRUNKENLY) - (PUB GOERS CHEER)
(LAUGHS)
You've had one too many.
- Too many! Too many! - (PUB GOERS CHEER AND SHOUT)
(YELLS INDISTINCTLY)
(PUB GOERS EXCLAIM AND CHEER)
(LAUGHS)
(PUB GOERS LAUGH AND HOOT)
(MAN EXCLAIMS)
(CHATTER, HUBBUB ENDS)
(SIGHS)
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
(MEN CHEER AND SHOUT DRUNKENLY)
- (FIRECRACKERS EXPLODING) - (DOG BARKING)
- (FIRECRACKERS CONTINUE) - (CHEERING, SHOUTING CONTINUE)
(MEN LAUGH RAUCOUSLY)
- (FIRECRACKERS EXPLODE) - (MEN CHEER)
(SCOFFS)
- (FIRECRACKERS CONTINUE) - (CHEERING, SHOUTING CONTINUE)
(EXHALES) It gets cold at night.
Hanna?
I want to leave.
Okay. Uh...
Look, those British girls, Jules and Cassie,
it's their final night, so this is like a farewell.
W... (SCOFFS)
We're on vacation. We should be on a beach somewhere.
- Teeth says it's... - HANNA: Wait, what, Teeth?
He was the one with the...
Anyway, he says it's actually pretty quiet most nights.
No, it's... it's disgusting. They're disgusting.
They are no worse than the bros on the boat.
What? He called me the C-word!
Okay, but...
I don't think that that means what you think it means.
No, it means what I think it means and they don't care.
- No, it's like a cultural thing. - (SCOFFS) A cultural thing?
- That's just... - Come on, let's...
Let's put up with it for a few more weeks,
make some cash.
We're travelling, we wanted an adventure.
And then we will be swimming in "Bondy".
(STIFLES CHUCKLE)
What?
It's pronounced "Bond-eye".
- "Bond-eye"? - HANNA: Mmm-hmm.
- Yep. Yep. Mmm-hmm. - Mmm... Are you sure?
(CHUCKLES)
Just a few more weeks.
Okay.
Hey, where are the kangaroos?
(HANNA SCOFFS)
Oh, my God.
(INHALES)
(PAPER RUSTLING)
Hey... That's not bad
for a first day.
Here's your, uh...
Yeah? Here's a little...
Yep.
(COINS CLINKING)
Get ya pay at the end of the week. Yeah?
Sunday.
We'll do a bank run Friday, but ya get your pay Sunday.
Yeah, bit empty, eh?
Wouldn't hurt ya to smile a bit.
(WRY CHUCKLE)
(BOTH GRUNT AND SIGH WEARILY)
(BOTH SIGH)
Couch?
Oh, my God...
- (PANTING) Oh... Oh, hiya. - (GASPS)
- (HANNA QUIETLY) Oh, my God! - (SQUEALS)
(WHISPERS) Oh, my God!
(LAUGHS QUIETLY)
Wait, what the fuck?
(WHISPERS) She's getting the cider.
(BOTH STIFLE LAUGHTER)
(MAGPIES WARBLING)
(JULES AND CASSIE MUTTER, STAMMER)
CASSIE: (WHISPERS) Shh! Shh!
JULES: (WHISPERS) Sorry.
- Where's my ticket? - CASSIE: No, it's an email.
- Don't ya fuckin' listen to me? - JULES: Just stop... Stop fuckin'...
- CASSIE: Shh. - Sorry. Sorry.
(JULES AND CASSIE CHUCKLE)
- CASSIE: Shush! - (LIV GROANS)
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
(FLIES BUZZING)
(JULES AND CASSIE WHOOPING, LAUGHING IN DISTANCE)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER AND CHUCKLING)
Too fuckin' windy.
JULES: Hanna! Have fun!
See ya!
HANNA: Bye.
(ENGINE ROARS)
Let's go for a swim.
(AUSTRALIAN ROCK MUSIC BLARES OVER PUB STEREO)
They kept going?
- (HANNA SCOFFS) - LIV: Oh...
(BOTTLES CLINKING)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
(KNOCKING CONTINUES)
(KNOCKING CONTINUES REPEATEDLY)
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
(DISTANT CLATTERING)
LIV: Hi.
She's just gettin' her hat.
(SLAPS THIGH)
Gotta drive her out to Wadup.
Miss the bus, you gotta catch it out at Wadup.
(RAPID FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
JULES: Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry!
Shit.
Sorry about the mess. (LAUGHS AWKWARDLY)
Got a bit carried away last night.
Here, yeah? For...
It's fine.
JULES: Oh, well...
Seriously, don't worry about it. It's... it's fine.
Um...
- Ker-ching! - Thank you.
- MAN: Gotta go. - Oh, yeah. See ya.
(DOOR CLANGS SHUT)
- Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh! - No, no!
(COINS JANGLE)
It's mine. Mine! It's mine.
BILLY: Where youse goin'?
For a swim!
BILLY: It's winter!
(FOOTSTEPS SHUFFLING)
(BOTH GRUNTING WITH EFFORT)
(CROWS CAWING)
(LIV CHUCKLES)
Let's just... Yep.
Let's just bring this up.
Okay.
Wait. Okay.
(BOTH GRUNT AND LAUGH)
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(MAN AND WOMAN ARGUING IN DISTANCE)
- (WOMAN SHOUTS AGITATEDLY) - (LOUD BANGING)
What was that?
(WOMAN SHOUTS IN DISTANCE)
(WOMAN LAUGHS IN DISTANCE)
She's laughing. I...
I think she's laughing.
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
We have sunshine
and booze in a box.
Booze in a box and sunshine.
(BIRD TRILLING)
- (BIRD HOOTING) - (INSECTS CHIRPING)
- (DOOR BANGS) - BILLY: Fridge doors are open!
Keep 'em closed!
Not in the North Pole now, are we?
Keep 'em closed, keep 'em cold!
- Yeah, no worries. - Yeah?
Hey, Hanna. Why don't blondes talk during sex?
(LAUGHS)
It's a fuckin' joke, Hanna. God...
Saturday night, where is everyone?
- Glenda? - What?
Where's Spanners? Where's Craig?
- (PHONE RINGS) - Ah, Craig's back in Wadup.
Closer to his kids.
Place is empty.
We're busy!
Fuck.
Slow as a wet week.
(DOOR OPENS)
(BELL DINGS)
(WHISPERS) That dick's here.
(BELL DINGS)
No, Liv. No, no.
- Drinks first. - Yeah, I'll take care of it.
BILLY: Carol can bring 'em out herself!
CAROL: No, I fuckin' won't!
(BILLY LAUGHING) Yes... Yes, you bloody will!
Cider.
Oh, yeah?
Cheers.
Come on, how about a smile, eh?
You're driving 'em all away, you are, with that attitude.
- Place is empty. - Look, just
lean in a little when you serve 'em, darlin', eh?
(CACKLES)
Sav blanc. (TAPS COUNTER)
YOUNG MAN: Oi, Anna.
Anna.
- Anna? - It's... it's Hanna.
- Hanna? - Yeah.
Oh, Hanna. Yeah, right.
Uh, do you have a bit of time off?
You know, like RDO?
Like, do you want to get out of here?
(SCOFFS) Where? Where would we go?
You like rocks?
(GLENDA GUFFAWS)
Tell me about them rocks, Matty.
Money's up. Dolly's waitin'. Yeah?
Money's in his hand, he wants a beer.
Oh, so you're just in it for the money, then?
No, no, she's here for the galleries and museums.
Aren't ya, love?
- (LAUGHS) - You just in it for the cash?
Or, I mean, don't you wanna get out and see the place?
Cash.
MATTY: Can you swim?
(FRIDGE DOOR CLANGS SHUT)
(BIRDS TWITTERING)
MATTY: I got a classic.
This one's a goodie.
- Do you like Kylie? - Kylie?
MATTY: Australia's one and only.
Oh, oh... Yeah.
You dunno what I'm talkin' about, do ya?
I only know, like, two songs.
(POP SONG PLAYS ON CAR STEREO)
(SINGING ALONG) ? Everybody's doing
Oh, okay.
? Come on, baby Do the locomotion
? You know you'll like it if you give it a chance now
? Come on, baby Do the locomotion
? My little baby sister can do it with ease
? It's easier than learning your ABCs
(SINGS ALONG) ? So, come on, come on
MATTY: ? Do the locomotion with me
? Swing your hips now
? Come on, baby
? Jump up, Jump...
(SONG ENDS)
(DISTANT TRAFFIC SOUNDS)
HANNA: Where are we?
I need to pee.
MATTY: It's not long now.
(LIV GROANS URGENTLY)
Oi, it's just over there. You just need the keys from inside.
(GRUNTS)
(PHONE BUZZES)
Nice. I have reception.
- MATTY: Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
Gay time?
(CHAIN RATTLES)
There ya go.
MATTY: Ah, yep.
- HANNA: What? - MATTY: Yeah, this is it.
(INSECTS CHIRPING)
(HANDBRAKE CRANKS)
Oh. Look at that.
Check it out.
- HANNA: What? - LIV: Where are we?
MATTY: Oh, it's beautiful, eh?
(LIV SCOFFS SOFTLY)
Where can... Where can we swim?
This way.
Come on.
- (WATER FLOWING) - (BIRD CALLS)
Are you guys comin' in?
Yeah, but is it safe?
- Is it safe? - Yeah. Is it safe?
Yeah, you're right, we should probably check it out!
(HANNA SCREAMS)
(HANNA SQUEALS)
- (LIV SCREAMS) - MATTY: Whoo!
(LIV LAUGHS)
(HANNA YELLS, SQUEALS PLAYFULLY)
MATTY: Uh, meteorology.
(FLIES BUZZING)
Meteorology?
Yeah, you know, like, uh,
weather patterns and forecasting and that.
Yeah. Wow.
MATTY: (CHUCKLING) Are you surprised, are ya?
No, I just, I...
I didn't, uh...
I dunno.
- MATTY: Okay. - (CHUCKLES)
What did you study?
(CHUCKLING) Business management and marketing.
- MATTY: Oh, wow. - Yeah.
- What? - Oh, nothin'.
(BIRDS TWITTERING, TRILLING)
You want a beer?
No, I... I'm good, thanks.
- (OPENS CAN) - You don't drink?
HANNA: No, I... I... I do.
My mom drank.
I mean, not a lot.
But, you know, just enough.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(POP SONG PLAYING)
(LIV AND HANNA LAUGH, WHOOP)
MATTY: Oh, look at that!
- HANNA: Is that a kangaroo? - LIV: Oh, my God!
(HANNA AND LIV SQUEAL, WHOOP)
Look at that!
So cute!
LIV: Aw!
- Agh! - No!
No!
- Damn it. - LIV: Come back!
(ALL SINGING ALONG) ? Tears on my pillow
? Pain in my heart
? Caused by you...
- MATTY: Delivery, mate? - Youse got a key?
LIV: Keys! I got keys!
- Can we help? - How strong are ya?
Oh, I mean...
Pshh... Strong as old socks?
Strong as old socks.
Ah. Thanks.
- Too much? - Nope.
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
How's the Royal?
Yeah. It's, uh...
- Yeah. - Yeah.
(CAR APPROACHING)
Ay, Auntie.
Hey, Tommy. Billy pay you up?
What?
How much do we owe?
- Three months. - CAROL: Three?
4,300, hey.
TOMMY: He's out cold.
I'll sort it out, yeah?
I'll get youse paid up.
Do you want to come in for a drink or cool down?
Nah.
Yeah, Tommy's a bit busy, aren't ya, mate?
Yeah. A bit busy.
You know, can't drink and drive, eh?
- Yeah, that's it. - Yeah.
There we go.
Thanks.
Hey.
What was that?
Oh, it's nothin'. It's just six hours back to town is all.
(DOOR CLANGS)
(GROANS SOFTLY)
Oh...
Fuck...
(EXHALES WEARILY)
You right, mate?
- Hey? - Huh?
I'll have a beer.
You have a beer.
BILLY: Hey?
I took 'em down to Long Drop.
What's that?
Took the girls down to the waterhole. Down Long Drop.
TEETH: Hey!
I said I was gonna take 'em to the Drop. I told you that.
Maybe next time, Teeth.
MATTY: You snooze, you lose, mate.
(SLURRING) Oh, get us a beer!
Come on!
(OPENS CAN)
(CAN TAPS ON COUNTER)
(DOOR OPENS)
Hey.
Oh, Jesus, here we go...
(EMPTY CAN THUDS ON COUNTER)
You owe Tommy three months. That right?
Why haven't we paid him?
- Hey, don't... - Hey, hey.
(BILLY SIGHS)
Pay him.
- Last chance. - Yeah, yeah.
- You pay Tommy. - Yeah, yeah, yeah...
I'll pay him, I'll pay him.
And these girls. You pay these girls.
Haven't even done a week yet.
Pay's on Sundays.
Hey, Carol, don't...
Bill? Bill, you all right?
MATTY: Nah, he's all right. Fuck... Aren't ya?
Mate, get off me. I'm all right.
TEETH: Hey, um, Liv, not too far from here,
there's an open-cut mine...
(BARSTOOL CLATTERING)
BILLY: Jesus...
- (BILLY GRUNTS) - All right.
(CLAPS) Hey, Bill.
Yeah, you'll be right, Bill.
BILLY: (MUMBLING) I'm all right, I'm all right.
Jesus...
Oh, shit.
(BILLY GROANS SOFTLY)
Hey?
I broke your sunshine, mate.
I'm sorry, I'm...
I'm sorry.
I...
Um... (CLEARS THROAT) Uh, do you...
He'll pay ya tomorrow.
BILLY: I'll take ya for a dance, hey?
Yeah? Like we used to.
What now?
Ah...
Okay, it's one shot...
One shot if you get it right... Whoa!
You said one shot.
Can you fuckin' wait for two seconds?
- You said one shot. - MATTY: Yeah, yeah.
So it's one shot if you get it right, okay?
- (ROCK MUSIC PLAYS ON STEREO) - (HANNA LAUGHS)
It's two shots if you get it wrong, okay?
- I really like this game. - MATTY: Wait a minute. Okay.
- Cheers. - LIV: No!
So you have to drink no matter what? I don't understand.
You gotta get a question first, okay?
- HANNA: Which question? - LIV: Pick a question!
- HANNA: Okay. - Mmm!
Can you wait for the question?
- She's gonna get it wrong anyway. - HANNA: Okay. Shh.
Okay. "The... the... the Suez Canal."
That's not a question. That's an answer.
(ALL LAUGH)
MATTY: Oh, my God.
Okay. "Which body of water... "
BOTH: The Suez Canal!
- MATTY: Pick a different one. - I win.
No, no, you don't. Stop, stop...
(ELECTRONIC MUSIC BLASTS ON STEREO)
HANNA: Mmm...
Okay.
(MUSIC STOPS)
I think it's bedtime.
Yes.
No.
- Yeah. - Uh-uh. You should go home.
- MATTY: No, I shouldn't. - I think you should go home.
- Yeah, you should. - Nah, 'cause I've been drinkin'.
You know? It's illegal.
(LAUGHS)
Stop. Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.
- Huh? - Stop.
I'm sorry, it's late.
- What? - No, it's late and Liv's here.
- What's wrong with that? - No, nothing, I just, I...
It's bedtime.
Wait, wait, wait.
Wait. No, no, no. Wait, wait.
- No, it's bedtime. - Please come sit down.
(CHUCKLES)
- Wait, Hanna... - What?
HANNA: No.
Wait, wait. Hanna.
Stop.
- Hanna... - Stop, stop...
Stop. Stop!
(FIRMLY) Stop. Go.
Fuckin'... All right.
Good night.
Yeah, fuckin' good night.
(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
HANNA: (WHISPERS) Hey.
- (LIV GROANS SOFTLY) - Hey. Come on. Come on.
Wake up.
Did I win?
Yeah, yeah, you won.
Come on.
Up. Up. (WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)
Come on, we're almost there.
Okay. Yep.
Here we go.
Okay.
(LIV GRUNTS)
(LIV MUTTERS SLEEPILY)
(SOFT THUDDING IN HALLWAY)
Matty, please!
Come on!
(HANNA HUFFS)
(MUMBLES)
(GASPS)
- (DOOR SLAMS SHUT) - (LOCK CLICKS)
(UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING)
(SOFT THUD)
(FOOTSTEPS PADDING IN HALLWAY)
(FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE)
(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)
(KNOCKING)
(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)
(FOOTSTEPS PADDING)
(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
(AXE CHOPPING)
(BIRDS TWITTERING, TRILLING)
(AXE CHOPPING CONTINUES)
(BIRD TRILLING)
You made him sleep in his car?
What was I supposed to do?
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) - We have a couch.
(LIV CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
- (AXE CHOPPING CONTINUES) - (SIGHS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Um...
(GRUNTS SLEEPILY)
(EXHALES WEARILY)
Oh, shit.
Hey, I'm sorry. I was... I was pretty drunk.
(LIVELY PUB MUSIC PLAYING)
- (NOISY CHATTER) - MAN: Hey!
Oi, oi! Fuck the glasses. Pour 'em out.
- Uh, who was... - Where's Billy?
MAN: Where's my rum and Coke, love?
MAN: Hey, Hanna. Hanna.
Hanna. What do you say to a bird with two black eyes?
- Simmo. Stop. Stop. - Fuckin' hell.
I'll get a joke in one day, I tell ya.
(MAN LAUGHS)
One sec. Hey, where's the...
Hey, you got a boyfriend, then?
- LIV: Hanna, where's the bottle opener? - Hey, Liv...
You know? I'm gonna bet that there's a boyfriend, right?
Like a Mister...
- Mr Boyfriend? - TEETH: Liv. Liv.
- Not now, Teeth. - TEETH: No, no, no.
It's not a twisty. Here. Chuck 'em here.
(OPENS BOTTLES)
Thank you.
TEETH: Want a chip?
Yeah.
Mmm. Good.
So, why here?
What do you mean?
Why Australia? Why'd you want to come all the way out here?
It was the furthest away.
TEETH: Mmm.
(POURS DRINK)
- Cheers. - Cheers.
TEETH: Hey, uh, Liv?
Liv.
Do you reckon...
Um... Do you reckon I could, like,
take ya out somewhere sometime, like a date and that?
Oh, Jesus, Teeth.
(PUB GOERS SCOFF AND MURMUR)
Teeth, I...
Right, yeah, um...
Yeah, 'course.
(PUB GOERS SNICKER)
- (PUB GOERS LAUGH) - LIV: Wait...
Teeth.
Hey, hold on, Teeth.
(CAT MEOWS)
- Here's some pussy for ya! - (UPROARIOUS LAUGHTER)
Hey. Hey!
(WATER TRICKLING)
That tap was left on.
You seen Billy?
Has he been in?
(LOUD CRASHING)
(MEN EXCLAIM)
(TYRES SCREECHING, ENGINE REVVING)
(MEN LAUGH AND HOOT)
(SCREECHING, REVVING CONTINUES)
MAN: You right, Teeth?
(ENGINE REVVING LOUDLY)
TEETH: Fuck.
Fuck!
(TEETH GROANS)
SIMMO: Fuckin' hell, Teeth. What the fuck you doing?
- Oh, I didn't... - What the...
TEETH: Oh...
What the fuck is wrong with ya?
- Yeah, nah, I... - Eh?
TEETH: I'm sorry, mate, I didn't fuckin'...
(TEETH GROANS)
MAN: You need a lift, Teeth?
I'm fine. I'm walkin'.
- MAN: It's fuckin' 10 miles! - I'm gonna walk!
(MAN LAUGHS)
BILLY: You're banned, Teeth! You hear me?
You're fuckin' banned! Three weeks!
(METAL CLANGS)
BILLY: Right, two!
At least two!
- LIV: No! - DOLLY: Do the shot.
(LIV CHUCKLES)
- No. - LIV: Wait...
(DOLLY AND LIV CHATTER, CHUCKLE)
- LIV: Okay. - DOLLY: No, no, no, drop it in.
- (LIQUID PLOPS, GLASS CLINKS) - (DOLLY AND LIV CHEER, LAUGH)
All right. Fuckin' bombs away, then.
LIV: Cheers.
(POP MUSIC PLAYS ON PUB STEREO)
- I can't... Oh! - Here we go.
- I can't. - Oh.
- Oh, God. - HANNA: Hey. Hey, Liv.
Liv, hey.
Um, do you wanna head upstairs, have a quick shower and I'll finish up?
Hanna.
Liv, you've had enough.
- Why? - Why are you asking why?
DOLLY: What are you talking about?
What's goin' on?
LIV: I'm gonna go to bed.
- DOLLY: We just got started. - Good night.
- (DOOR OPENS) - Last call.
DOLLY: Last call?
Mmm-hmm. Yep. (CLEARS THROAT)
DOLLY: Here you go.
(TAPS COUNTER REPEATEDLY)
Ooh.
(CHUCKLES)
Come on, take it.
Tougher than you look.
(DOLLY CHUCKLES)
Hey, you got those grizzlies up where you're from, don't ya?
(CAN TAPS ON COUNTER)
DOLLY: That's what I reckon you are.
Fuckin' grizzly.
(CHUCKLES)
'Cause you'd rip it up with anybody, wouldn't ya?
Wouldn't let anyone get in your way. Grrrr!
- (DOOR OPENS) - (DOLLY CHUCKLES)
- Just a quick stop. - Got any champers?
Uh, yeah, I think so.
Hey, grizzly. Give us a roar.
- (OPENS FRIDGE DOOR) - Go on.
WOMAN: Yes. Lovely.
MAN: Perfect.
- (GASPS) Looks fancy. - (CHUCKLES)
Our anniversary.
Oh. Happy anniversary.
Ooh, someone's gonna get a root.
(CHUCKLES)
It's on the house.
- Aw, thanks, love. - Aw, thanks.
- (CORK POPS) - WOMAN: Ooh!
(HANNA AND WOMAN CHUCKLE)
DOLLY: Grrr! (CHUCKLES)
Grrr!
(CHUCKLING) What?
Is that another one?
- Fuckin' two in a row. - Two in a row?
Two smiles in a row.
Yeah. Pricks at the bar say she doesn't fuckin' smile.
WOMAN: But it's a beautiful smile.
Yeah. But Craig and that, they call her "sour cunt."
Sour cunt 'cause she doesn't smile.
Fuckin' bunch of bullshit, isn't it?
Um... (CLEARS THROAT)
How... how long have you been married?
- WOMAN: Too long. (LAUGHS) - MAN: 35 years today.
- (COIN CLATTERS) - MAN: Have you... have you got a fella?
WOMAN: 'Course she does, pretty little thing like that.
Okay.
- Hey, uh, Dolly... - (COIN CLATTERS)
Come on.
- What? It's a tip. - (COIN CLATTERS)
You're gettin' a tip, Hanna.
Give us another one while you're at it, hey?
- And a wine. - (COIN CLATTERS)
Somethin' fancy. Like a sav blanc.
For you.
(DOLLY CHUCKLES)
- (OPENS CAN) I said last call. - Don't be a fuckin'...
Just have one with me, would ya?
- No, I don't think so. - No, no. Get yourself one.
And get these cunts one another one.
- We just dropped in for the one. - No, fill 'em up, yeah?
- Thanks for the offer but... - I'm being fuckin' nice!
HANNA: Dolly...
Dolly, that's enough.
DOLLY: Hey?
(FIRMLY) That's enough.
You want me to go?
Hey? You want me to go?
All right.
I'll go, yeah?
You want me to go?
(CLEARS THROAT)
All right.
Put money in your fuckin' jar, and I'm out?
Is that it?
Yeah?
What about you?
- Some fuckin' money? - No. No, no, we're all right.
You want some fuckin' money? Nah, take it, mate.
What about you, Daz? Want some fuckin' money? Hey?
(SLAMS JAR)
Is that what you want, Hanna?
Hey?
No, it's... it's fine, Dolly. Just, please, sit down.
Finish your beer.
All right.
(JAR CLINKS)
Sav blanc.
- Get yourself one. - She's working, it's...
(CHAIR CLATTERS)
- Dolly, please... - (GLASS SMASHES)
(CLEARS THROAT)
BILLY: Hey!
(DOOR OPENS)
Everythin' all right?
Yeah, mate. We're all good.
We're all good, aren't we?
Yep.
We're doing a run down to the servo.
Youse girls need anything?
- No, thanks. - (CLEARS THROAT)
Um... Oh, wait, maybe... maybe some shampoo.
Just a fuckin' joke, Hanna.
One big joke.
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
- (EXHALES HEAVILY) - (LIGHTER FLICKS)
Dolly, he's fucking crazy.
What happened?
He's just... He's dangerous.
He's fine.
- No, he's not fine. - He is. He's just... (INHALES)
I dunno. He's lonely. (BLOWS)
Lonely?
LIV: Come on, Hanna.
(HANNA SCOFFS)
Why can't you give him a chance?
(LOUD CLATTERING)
HANNA: What was that?
(BOTH SCREAM)
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God! - Shh!
Oh, my God. Fuck.
Oh, my God, it's moving, it's moving!
(SNAKE SLITHERS)
DOLLY: Oi!
What's goin' on?
- LIV: Oh, my God. - (SNAKE HISSES)
It's all right, girls.
She's mine now.
Ain't ya?
Ya big beautiful thing.
See?
He's fine, Hanna.
(MAGPIES WARBLING)
(SOFT UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
HANNA: He killed it.
- What? - The snake.
- Who? Dolly? - Yes, Dolly.
He put it in a jar and he put my name on it.
It has my name on it, Liv.
I told you, I don't... I don't trust him.
Okay. Um...
There are loads of snakes on the bar.
That just... That must be what they do. It's okay.
- No. I... I'm scared. - Hanna...
No, I... I... I'm scared of this place.
I'm scared of everyone and everything in this place.
Hey, it's just a snake.
You're not scared. You're just tired.
You're strong. Okay?
We're strong. Strong as old socks.
No, I'm not strong.
I'm weak and I'm scared and... and I just...
I want to... I want to go home.
(FIRECRACKERS EXPLODING)
- (SHOUTS) Hey! - Hanna...
Hey!
Hey! Hey, get the fuck out of here!
(FIRECRACKER POPS)
BILLY: What, ban him? Dolly? What for?
But he threatened a woman last night.
- He threatened the customers. - Ah, come on, mate.
I'd be out of business. Yeah? I'd have to ban 'em all.
No. Ban him.
No. Fuckin' bans don't do nothin'.
Fuckin' Teeth's banned.
(CHUCKLING) Fuck!
Jesus. Fuck.
Fine. Then we quit.
- What? No. Hanna. - Yeah, we quit, we're out.
- No, we're not. - Yeah, we are.
Well, you better make up your minds.
Liv, we're leaving.
So, where you gonna go, eh?
That bus is not for two days. Hey?
You're not staying here if you quit.
I'll take youse.
If you need, you could always just crash at mine.
We're not... (HUFFS)
Well, where's our pay?
- BILLY: You want your pay? - Mmm-hmm.
Mate, you're clearing 'em out, you are. Fuckin' everyone.
You owe me!
- (DOOR OPENS) - CAROL: You at it again?
Pour it out.
Go on, pour it out.
(GRUNTS SOFTLY)
Pay 'em up.
And Tommy too.
You owe him 4,300.
Don't go there.
(BILLY MUTTERS)
Your dad would be ashamed of you.
Ashamed of this place and what it's become.
Hey.
- HANNA: Billy... - (BILLY MUTTERS)
- Put... - (COINS CLINK)
(CAROL STRAINS)
- Oh, for... Fuck! - (TRAY AND COINS CLATTER)
(CHUCKLING) Yeah, what the fuck?
Jesus...
(BILLY EXHALES)
(CHUCKLES)
Ah...
Hey. Come on. (CHUCKLES)
- TEETH: Bill, just... - Come on. Come on.
- Let's have a dance. Come on. - (CAROL STRAINS)
It's not funny!
(TRAY CLANGS)
(MUTTERING) Oh, Jesus fuckin'...
Hey...
- (CASH REGISTER CRASHES) - (THUMPING)
- Bill, you right? - (BILLY GRUNTS)
- CAROL: Bill? - (BILLY GROANS)
(EXHALES)
(BILLY MOANS)
TEETH: Twist him. Twist him. Yep.
Go grab his arms.
Oh... (MUMBLES INCOHERENTLY)
- (BILLY GROANS) - Good boy.
HANNA: Where are you taking him?
A few hours up north.
Bit of a hospital up there.
Then I'll...
go for a drive maybe.
Yeah.
A holiday.
Had enough of this place.
- MAN 1: Bye, Carol! - MAN 2: Yeah, hoo-roo.
CAROL: Got all me stuff. I'm done.
- TEETH: Goodbye, Carol. - (BILLY GROANS)
- MAN 3: Hoo-roo. Good on ya, Carol. - (CLOSES DOOR)
I took 4,300 for Tommy.
Left a couple of hundred in the till for youse.
You've got a couple of nights,
make what you can, get on the bus and go.
Yeah. Thank you.
- (STARTS ENGINE) - Oh, and, um,
take care of yourselves, yeah?
Yep.
CAROL: There's a storm comin' in!
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(RAIN PATTERS STEADILY)
(BIRDS TRILLING)
It's beautiful.
Hmm?
That bird thing.
- Oh, the birds. - Mmm.
(BASS-HEAVY DANCE MUSIC PLAYS IN DISTANCE)
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
LIV: Who is that?
(DANCE MUSIC BLARES)
HANNA: Wait... Torsten?
Hanna!
- Hey! - (LAUGHS)
- TORSTEN: Whoo! - LIV: The guy from the boat?
- HANNA: Yes, the guy from the boat. - Yes!
- (MUSIC CONTINUES) - (HANNA AND LIV LAUGH)
LIV: Torsten!
Hey!
Where are we?
- (MUSIC STOPS) - Whoo hoo-hoo-hoo!
- It's beautiful! - Mmm.
(LOUDLY) Aussie, Aussie, Aussie!
(SOFTLY) Oi, oi, oi!
(LOUDLY) Aussie, Aussie, Aussie!
BOTH: Aussie, Aussie, Aussie!
(CHORTLES)
Aussie, Aussie, Aussie!
HANNA: Aussie, Aussie, Aussie...
- No, "Oi, oi, oi!" - Oi, oi, oi, oi!
Yes! Aussie!
Oi!
Oi! Uh, Aussie!
- Ah, forget it. - (LIV LAUGHS)
- Amazing. - (DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)
Perth, it's so beautiful.
They have so many different kinds of fugler, uh, birds.
(FOOTSTEPS SHUFFLING)
Cunts!
Cunt.
- MATTY: Oh, yeah, cunts. - LIV: Hey.
All right? I'm Matty.
- This is Teeth. - Torsten.
Friend of Hanna's.
Oh... Yeah, right.
Torsten.
Toasty Torsten.
Toasty Torsten. I like... That's cool, man.
Toasty's fuckin' delicious, mate.
- Fuckin' delicious, mate! - Ya kiddin' me?
MATTY: Dude, we got some beers.
- TORSTEN: Oh, great. - (CAN OPENS)
- What brings you out here? - Mmm. Hanna.
She needs a ride to, uh, Sydney, right?
Mmm-hmm, yeah.
(MAN AND WOMAN ARGUING IN DISTANCE)
(SHOUTS) Hey!
Hey, we can fuckin' hear ya! Shut the fuck up!
- (ARGUING STOPS) - (DOG BARKING)
TORSTEN: That's fuckin' cool, man.
- (QUIETLY) "Shut the fuck up!" - Yeah.
- Yes, man! - Yeah, shut the fuck up!
- Shut the fuck up, man! - (SING-SONG) Shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up!
- There you go. - TORSTEN: Mmm.
(DANCE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(CAN OPENS)
- All the way down, like that. - Okay!
You shake it and you open the lid. Yeah, that's...
Shake it. Like that.
(LIV LAUGHS)
- MATTY: Shake it like a baby. - Shake it like a baby.
Tell Glenda you love her. I love you, Glenda Benda!
I love you, Glenda!
- Stab it like a pig! - (LIV YELPS AND LAUGHS)
And you drink its fuckin' blood!
(LIV LAUGHS)
- HANNA: Liv... - GLENDA: Come on, let's go!
Liv. Liv. I'm gonna need some help.
- I need some help. - What?
I need help.
- Hanna, love, listen to me. - Yes...
I will help you clean, all right? I'll... I'll help you clean.
- TORSTEN: Machine-gun! - (PUB GOERS REPEAT AND CHEER)
(LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY)
Uh, it's... it's... it's "shotgun".
- Huh? - It's "shotgun".
It's shotgun!
(PUB GOERS CHEER)
(NOISY CHATTER AND HUBBUB)
Yes! Yes!
(PUB GOERS CHEER)
(HUBBUB CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)
(LIGHTER CLICKS)
(LIGHTER CLICKS REPEATEDLY)
(PHONE RINGS)
Hello?
WOMAN: Is Kev there?
I'm sor... I can't hear you.
W... Well, is Kev there?
Kev? No.
Oh, I can't find him.
Where...
- Get off! Get off! - Jules?
What... what... what about Dolly?
No, Dolly's banned.
- Wait... - Ohh...
- Jules, are you okay? - (JULES MOANS, MUTTERS)
(JULES LAUGHS)
(JULES GRUNTS)
Hello?
Jules?
LIV: Oh, no!
- (ROCK MUSIC BLARES) - (NOISY CHATTER)
Uh, Spanners, do you have a light?
SPANNERS: Yeah, sure.
Thanks.
MAN: Hey, Spanners, come on.
- Come here. Spanners! - SPANNERS: Hey, what?
- (FLICKS LIGHTER) - MAN: Crackers wants ya, mate.
SPANNERS: Yeah? That Crackers is nuts...
- MAN 1: Hey, hey, shush! Shush! - MAN 2: Fellas, shut up!
ALL: ? Happy birthday to you
(MUSIC STOPS)
? Happy birthday to you
? Happy birthday, dear Liv...
- (SINGS) Canada! - Oh!
ALL: ? Happy birthday to you.
- MAN: Hip-hip! - ALL: Hooray!
Best birthday ever!
It's an amazing birthday.
(GLENDA LAUGHS)
- Oh. - Mmm!
BOTH: Mmm...
- (CAKE SPLATS) - LIV: Oh. Shit.
Oh. Oh.
Oh.
Hey, it's a pity about your boyfriend.
- He's not my boyfriend. - Ah, yeah?
(FIRECRACKERS POP)
(PUB GOERS EXCLAIM)
HANNA: Hey!
Hey! Hey!
Hey, stop! Get out! Out!
- One more round! - Out! No! Out!
Out! Out! Out!
(SHOUTING AND COMMOTION)
Get out now!
Get out!
(FIRE ALARM BEEPING)
Where's Liv?
Startin' to get out of hand, love.
(PUB MUSIC CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)
Liv?
(FIRE ALARM BEEPING)
(CLATTERING)
Wait, what... what are you doing?
Oh, just fuckin', um...
- What? Teeth! - Just lookin' for, um...
- Papers. Liv wanted papers. - Get out. Get the fuck out.
Oh, yep. Yep, I'm goin'. I'm gone.
Wait, where is she? Where's Liv?
Oh, she just went to the, um, the woodpile
with, uh, fuckin' Dolly and that.
- Dolly? - She just wanted a smoke.
(MEN SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)
Liv?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER, CHUCKLING)
- HANNA: What's going on? - Just havin' a smoke.
- Just havin' a ciggie. - HANNA: What? No. Get her out.
(LIV LAUGHS)
- You only just got in, love. - What? No.
- Get her out of the car. Liv! - Havin' a smoke.
MATTY: Hanna!
HANNA: Matty!
Oh...
Yeah, just need a bit of service.
There's a bit of a, uh, a bit of a queue.
KEV: Bit of a queue, love, is there?
- Liv. Liv. - KEV: Having a smoke.
- It's Hanna... - Liv, get out of the car.
- Unlock it! - KEV: All right, just relax.
Liv! Liv, come on...
- Stop! Let me go! - It's all right, it's fine.
Get off me!
- (THUD) - Argh!
KEV: You right? You right there, love?
Jesus.
Where we goin'? Where we headin'?
- MACCA: Just down the servo. - (CAR DOORS CLOSE)
- HANNA: Hey! - (CAR ENGINE STARTS)
Hey! Stop! Stop!
(ENGINE IDLES)
(ENGINE REVS)
(MOCKINGLY) Wooh...
(LAUGHS)
(AIR HISSES)
- (HANNA SHOUTS) - (TYRES SCREECH)
TEETH: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, come on.
You right? Oop. Get you into the pub, come on.
- You right? - LIV: Mmm.
- You got my papers! - TEETH: You're right. Okay.
I've got ya.
- (HANNA GRUNTS) - (AIR HISSES)
(MEN GROAN AND CHUCKLE)
- Hey, love. Need drinks in here. - Yeah.
(SLAMS DOOR SHUT)
KEITH: Hey, where's me rum and Coke?
We're fucking shut.
(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
LIV: (MUMBLING) I wanted a smoke...
Where's Dolly...
(TORSTEN GROANS)
LIV: Mmm... Ah...
TEETH: Whoop.
Ew, Liv. (HALF- CHUCKLES)
(TORSTEN GROANS)
Hey.
Hey, are you okay, mate?
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
What did they do to your face?
Sour cunt.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(TORSTEN GRUNTS)
It's sour...
(CHUCKLES)
Okay. (CLEARS THROAT) Come on.
- Wait... - Get out. Get the fuck out.
Get out.
(TORSTEN GRUNTS)
TORSTEN: Sour! (LAUGHS)
HANNA: Get the fuck out!
- TORSTEN: You're fucking sour! - HANNA: Get out!
Hey, Teeth! Teeth, we're closed.
- Hanna, no... - HANNA: We're closed.
- TEETH: Yep, all right. Okay. - Get out. Get out.
- I'm out. - Get out.
Hey, Liv... Come on.
Hey, that's enough. Hey, that's enough.
Come on. Liv... You're embarrassing yourself.
Stop. You're embarrassing yourself. Liv...
(YELLS) Liv!
(LIV CHUCKLES)
(DRUNKENLY) This was supposed to...
(SOBBING) We were supposed
to get away.
To get away from everything back home.
(VOMITS)
Liv. Liv. Hey...
LIV: Get off!
(LIV SOBS)
HANNA: Liv.
(LIV CONTINUES SOBBING)
What can I do?
You're the embarrassment.
(WATER SLOSHES)
(SOFT EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)
(DISTANT BIRD CALL)
(POP SONG PLAYING)
(MAN HUMMING)
(MATTY SINGING) ? You don't remember me
? But I remember you
? 'Twas not so long ago
? You broke my heart in two
? Tears on my pillow
? Pain in my heart
? Caused by you...
(KISSES GLASS)
Hey, Hanna. Do you wanna come dance?
MATTY: Come dance.
(BOLT CLICKS)
What... Is that Dolly?
- MATTY: Dolly? - Yeah. What is he doing here?
MATTY: Ah, he's all right, he's... He's a bit thirsty.
- Bit thirsty, aren't ya, mate? - DOLLY: Fuck yeah.
- (BOLTS DOOR) - MATTY: Yeah.
Hanna?
(THUD ON DOOR)
MATTY: Hanna, do you want to open the door?
(DOOR RATTLES)
- Would you open the door? - (RAPPING ON GLASS)
Come on.
- We're just thirsty. - (DOLLY CHUCKLES)
- (GLASS SMASHES) - MATTY: Fuck!
(DOOR RATTLES)
(SONG CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)
DOLLY: Hey, Livvie!
- LIV: What's going on? - (POUNDING ON DOOR)
DOLLY: Livvie!
- Dolly? - DOLLY: You in there, Liv?
Livvie?
- It's just Dolly. - DOLLY: Come on, Liv.
- (FORCEFUL BANGING ON DOOR) - (HANNA GASPS)
Hey, Liv.
Want to come up the hill?
Yeah?
HANNA: Liv.
Catch the sunrise?
- LIV: Let's go. - No. No!
- No! - (LIV GRUNTS ANGRILY)
- LIV: I'm fine. - Hey, I'll grab your jacket.
Keep you warm.
(MATTY CHUCKLES)
Jesus.
You gonna hit me with that?
Hit me with it, then.
(CHUCKLES)
- Hey! - Matty.
If you're gonna use it, then fuckin' use it.
No! (STRAINS)
- (HANNA GRUNTS) - MATTY: Fuck!
Argh!
(HANNA SOBS)
(SOBBING) Argh...
MATTY: Hanna?
(HANNA SHRIEKS IN AGONY)
(SOBS SOFTLY)
(LAUGHTER IN DISTANCE)
DOLLY: (IN DISTANCE) Matty...
(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DISTANCE)
Liv...
Hanna?
What the fuck did you do, mate?
- Hanna? - DOLLY: Hey, come on.
- Hanna! - What the fuck did you do?
- Ya fuckin' idiot. - Get off me. Get, get...
- Agh! - (LIV GRUNTS)
(CAR RAPIDLY APPROACHING)
DOLLY: Fuck!
The fuck you doin', dickhead?
What the fuck is your problem?
(BOTH GRUNT)
TEETH: I told you to leave her the fuck alone!
DOLLY: Oi, Teeth, look at me! Fuck!
(FIGHTING, AGITATED CHATTER CONTINUES)
DOLLY: Teeth! Oi, you dickhead!
(DOLLY GRUNTING)
DOLLY: Ah, fuck...
(GRUNTING, FIGHTING CONTINUES)
TEETH: Shut up!
(LOCK CLICKS)
(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)
(LIQUID SLOSHES)
(DOOR OPENS)
(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)
- (GRUNTS) - (JARS CRASH)
(GLASS SMASHES TO FLOOR)
TEETH: Fuck!
Stupid fuckin' prick!
I fucked him. I fucked that fuckin' cunt!
I fuckin' kicked his head in!
You're mine.
I told him.
Get out, Teeth.
What's goin' on?
Liv.
What the fuck are ya doin'?
Liv! What the fuck are ya doin'?
- Get out! Out! - (GLASS SMASHES)
(WRY CHUCKLE)
(MUTTERING) Crazy fuckin' bitch.
(LIV PANTS HEAVILY)
(GLASS CRUNCHING)
(FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING)
(FIRE ROARS)
Let her rip!
(LAUGHS)
(POP SONG PLAYING)