Those must be the trees on the creek,
so we're on the right track, we just...
Think we just keep heading north.
- Got it. - How much?
On reserve, but enough to get us to Mick's.
How's Oskar? Is he still following us?
Yeah. A little way back.
Jesus! Shit!
Christ.
Fucking tyre!
There's blood in here.
Could be from anything.
I don't think he cut himself shaving.
Shouldn't be too much further now, should it?
No.
I think we're almost there.
Hey.
- I guess this is home. - Yeah.
Wait. Where's Oskar?
Must've dropped behind a bit.
I don't think that tool shed
would have held him for long.
Take him hours to get here on foot.
Yeah, and we might need all of that. Are you ready?
- One shot left, yeah? - Yeah. I won't waste it.
Let's go. Come on!
Hey. Aren't you gonna stop that thing?
No. Won't be able to restart it.
He has to live on his own, right?
There can't be anyone else around.
I doubt it.
- Danny! Danny, I'm here! - Jesus!
- What? - I'm not certain!
Come on, ya bastard.
Arggh!
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First things first, I've gotta find some petrol.
I was hoping there might be a tank out here somewhere.
Rebecca!
What's in here?
- I don't know. It's just stuff. - Any petrol?
I don't know.
Oh, my God.
Here's something.
Empty.
Fucking useless.
Come on. Let's keep looking.
Rebecca!
Look!
Look.
It's Danny's, so he's definitely here.
Look at this.
Danny?
Danny!
Rebecca! Take that!
Here.
OK.
Thank Christ! We've got it.
Fucking asshole!
Here. Here. Get the lock off.
But we have to go back for the jerry cans.
- You get it. Danny! - Don't take the torch away!
Wait! Brian, Brian, shut up!
Jesus. Don't you go in there.
Are you kidding?
It's Danny.
Rebecca! Bec, wait!
Just wait until I've got another torch!
Fuck!
Fuck it!
Torch, torch, torch.
Danny?
Danny!
Oh, they left my fuckin' truck running!
What are they trying to do? Cook the fuckin' engine?
Fuckin' boofheads.
Don't you go crawling around or I'll come back and kill ya.
Come on. Get out. Get out! Come on!
Oh, no! Nooo!
Ah, for fuck's sake.
No!
Keep bloody still, for Christ's sake.
- Arggh! - Come on!
- No! No! - Go on, get in there.
Get in! Get in there!
Danny?
Hello?
Danny?
Danny!
No!
- No! - Go on, get in there!
Get... in there!
Can you see anyone?
Oh!
Which way do you think they went?
_
Oh. Rightio.
Oh, shit! Fuck!
Fuck!
Oh, shit! Shit!
Oh...
_
Arggh!
Oh! Jesus!
What...
Where is he?
He thought you were down there.
No, it's Rebecca.
Oh, God!
You have to go after her.
Like fuck, I do!
- What about me? - What about you?
Shit!
Brian, is that you?
Brian!
Shit.
Oh! Ohh!
Oh, shit.
Oh!
Oh, fuck.
Oh, f...
Oh!
That you, Winx?
Be careful where you're steppin', girly!
Shit!
OH! Oh, fuck!
Oh...
Hello, hello, hello.
G'day, fella.
So, mate, did you enjoy the Eyetalian food, eh?
Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh!
Oh! Oh!
Oh... Oh... I'm coming! I'm coming!
Come on!
Fuck!
You are really just going to leave me and Rebecca here?
Yep.
You fucking bastard!
Survival of the fittest, Nina. It's called evolution.
Oh, you stupid fucking thing!
Damn! Damn! Make it work!
Shit!
Hey.
Stay. Stay.
Go on.
Now, go on, get him! Get away back up there!
Christ!
Please! Brian. You have to take me.
- Now, shut up! - Brian!
- Take me with you, please! - I said shut the fuck up!
- Please! Please! - Shut... up!
Danny!
Bec!
Danny!
Rebecca!
Oh, my God.
Who are you with?
The police?
Uh...
No.
No, it's j...
What?
It's just me and Brian.
He's coming.
No. No, no, no, no.
No. Bec, listen. I can't move too good.
Hey. We found gas.
Brian's gonna get us out of here.
It's alright. It's OK.
It's OK.
Is that thing loaded?
Yeah. One shot left.
You fuckin' kill him with it.
That's the plan.
Oh! Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you. Hey.
Where's Michelle?
I'm sorry.
Hey.
Hey, you want to get this motherfucker?
What do you fuckin' think?
Oh...
Is there another way out of this shithole?
I've never seen one. He always comes and goes from there.
Brian. Please.
- Sorry. - Please!
Hello, Brian. Where are you off to?
Give me one reason why I shouldn't drop ya.
You know, we've got more in common than you think,
you and me.
Well, you are in cluster B.
You have all the classic symptoms
of antisocial personality disorder,
callous disregard for the feelings of others,
extreme violence, total lack of guilt.
I bet you've also got a long history
of physical and emotional abuse,
probably at the hands of your father.
Am I warm?
And as a child,
you would have dreamt so much about standing up to him.
Then when some poor, hapless camper stumbled in here,
well, you just lashed out, right?
Boy, did it feel good, having all that power...
... watching the life drain out of him.
You finished, Brian?
If you want to make sure that copper knows where to find you,
one of us has to make it out of here alive.
Makes sense.
Problem is, though, all these guys'll keep...
... coming back to help each other.
If you let me go...
... I'm out of here.
I'll get what I want. You get what you want.
Deal?
Be careful.
You don't give a rat's arse about any of 'em, do ya?
Couldn't care less.
Drown 'em all in burning oil as far as I'm concerned.
Oh!
Oh. Jesus.
They killed the bloody mutt!
Oh, fuck it.
Alright, psycho.
You got a deal. Fuck off.
And don't you take my fuckin' truck again, you got that? Eh?
- Yes. Yes. - Yeah? Mmm?
- I understand. - Yeah.
Well, go on, get.
He'll be back in a minute looking for these.
- That made a shit-ton of noise. - Well, I didn't mean to kill it.
You didn't have a choice.
Can we forget the fucking dog?
He's coming for us and we have no bullets left.
Well, do you have any ideas?
Oh!
No, no. No. No.
I'm too slow. Just leave me.
After everything we've been through?
Come on. Come on, Danny.
Come on. Come on.
- You go. - Please.
There's no point three of us getting caught, so you get out.
No... no.
We'll follow as fast as we can.
Take this.
There might be more shells up there somewhere.
Go.
I'll meet you at the top.
It's just you and me. Hey?
Come on.
Bastards.
Fuck!
Come on.
Nearly there.
G'day, girls!
Come on.
That's it. Keep moving. Take your time. You'll be right.
Come on!
Where's Mick? I need the keys.
Where's Mick?!
I have them.
- Where? - Help me out.
- Keys first. - Nein!
- Give me the keys! - Brian. Don't let me die here!
Stop being such a stubborn bitch!
If that snake was venomous and I take this off,
you will die in agony!
Give me the keys!
Fuck you!
Oh!
Arggh!
- Oh! Stop! - Ah!
Oh!
Nina! Nina.
Nina.
Oh!
Oh, my God.
Well, what's all this about, then?
Oh, I see you found the keys, Brian.
Keys?
To Spence's truck. Gotta go.
Hey! Not you.
Just him.
What?
He's leaving without us. And he just fucking killed Nina.
- We did a deal. - What?
You could have done the same, Rebecca.
Oh, hey. Hey, you can't be serious.
Wake up! You're all just bait!
This is all about the cop in the newspaper clippings.
No.
He's got a score to settle.
No. What are you doing?
It's called hanging you out to dry.
He's as mad as a cut snake.
You played 'em like a piano. Didn't you, Brian?
Jesus.
I figured you learned all that fancy talk from INSIDE a cell.
I can pick a killer when I smell one, mate.
And you stink, boyo.
I suppose you could say I just lashed out too.
My father deserved everything I did to him.
And I enjoyed it.
The power of it.
And the pathetic look in his eyes.
Almost as if he couldn't believe what was happening to him.
There really is nothing
like taking another human life, is there?
Told you we had a lot in common.
Oh, yeah, mate.
Like looking in a mirror.
You're not a psychiatrist. You're a fucking inmate.
Hey, fucking look at me!
Was just... was everything you said to me a lie?
Huh?
Not everything.
Oh, OK.
I do like you, Rebecca.
But it seems in this game, there can only be one winner.
And the winner is me. Goodbye.
Fuck you, you fucking coward!
You're wrong.
You're the loser.
And I'm the winner.
It's a beautiful thing.
What is it all about, huh? Are we just bait?!
Huh? Fucking tell me, huh?!
What the fuck is this all about? Come on! Why?!
Well, I could tell ya, but I'd have to kill ya.
Oh, yeah, go...
I intend to have you around for a while.
- Fuck! - Hey? Beautiful.
- Don't fucking touch me. - Eh?
Fucking coward! Fucking pussy!
Get the fuck in there.
Run, Kel, run! Come here, huh? A mindless, sick fuck!
Well, I'm gonna take Kelly for a little walk,
and I'm gonna have you for afternoon tea.
You're gonna be around for a... a long... long time.
Welcome home.
Oh, shit.
Danny.
We can still get this sonofabitch.
Do it.
Yes.
We're gonna be OK, aren't we?
Definitely.
I love you.
Love you too.
Coming to get you, Butch.
You get that fucker.
- Do it. - Yeah.
Fuck! Fuck!
Ah!
Ah! Uh!
If you keep walking that way,
it's about 500 k to the nearest town.
But within a day, your kidneys'll pack it up,
the dingoes and the eagles, they'll start circling.
And when you're too worn out to bat 'em off...
... they'll just eat you alive,
pick your bones clean.
I love a sunburnt country.
It's the mystery that's caught the imagination
of the world,
a busload of tourists has vanished
in the Australian outback.
Travellers from Germany, Canada, the UK and the US
are among those missing.
The tour was supposed to arrive in Alice Springs yesterday,
but despite everyone having mobiles
and the driver carrying a satellite phone,
nothing has been heard from anyone
since one of the tourists, Wade Chedi,
posted on his travel blog last Saturday morning.
State police have formed
a special search-and-rescue task force
to solve the mystery,
which is feared linked to a string of disappearances
over the last 20 years.
If anyone has any information that may help the investigation,
please contact Task Force Atlas on 1800 435 777.
Again?
Yeah, why not?
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