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“The yellow-rumped pardalote, a rare bird indeed,
“can occasionally be spotted foraging in this area.”
(YELLS) Pig!
What?
That was a bit rough.
- I was just... - Pig!
BOOTS: Arggh!
(BOOTS CURSES AND YELLS)
CHARLIE: Ahh, brake! Jesus!
CHARLIE: Oh!
Whoa.
Thanks for stopping. I've been out here for ages.
Thought I was gonna be out there all night.
BOOTS: No worries.
Where are you headed?
To, uh, Cape York. To go fishing.
Is that anywhere near Tamworth?
Well, Tamworth's on the way.
Cape York's on the very northern tip of Australia.
Oh, cool.
(STARTS ENGINE)
CHARLIE: So, how did you end up out here?
My boyfriend was taking me to Tamworth. I'm a singer.
And he cracked it and kicked me out. He's a real arsehole.
Why did he do that?
Um, he wanted me to do things to him I didn't want to. And I told him so.
And he begged, and I said no, and he begged some more
and then he kicked me out. (CHUCKLES)
Yep, sounds like an arsehole to me.
So, how far's this Cape York?
It's about 2,500 k's.
When I was young, Dad promised we'd do it one day
so we're doing it now.
That's so great. I'm Jess.
I'm Charlie. And this is Boots.
How you goin'?
Charlie and Boots.
CHARLIE: Pretty cool, eh?
(LAUGHS)
Oh, well, he's out.
He's so cute.
(CHUCKLES) I suppose.
Do you love him?
Well, yeah, he's my dad.
I mean, we've had our ups and downs but, uh...
..I don't know, he's kind of all I've got now.
Well, there's my brother, but...
Your mum?
No, she...she died last month.
JESS: That must be awful.
I don't know what I'd do if my mum died.
I never got to meet my dad.
JESS: You're not married?
BOOTS: Oh, I was.
Mum and Dad were married for 45 years.
He must miss her.
Yeah.
Here I am, I couldn't even manage to stay married for three years.
What happened?
Uh...Therese, my wife...
I don't know, I guess I was just never really what she needed.
She was a city girl.
Mum and Dad tried to get her involved in the farm
but I told them to pull their head in and...
..and...with what happened...
..uh...
Did you have any kids?
Yeah, a little boy. Ben.
You know, I reckon you'll find someone else.
Yeah, I'm not really...
JESS: So you live on the farm with your dad?
BOOTS: No, my little brother runs it now.
Me and my wife moved away, so...
Can you not go back?
No.
I mean, I love the farm, don't get me wrong.
But I don't know, things just didn't work out that way, I guess.
Plus, it wouldn't really be fair, I suppose, on my brother.
Which I know disappoints my dad.
JESS: Why are you called Boots?
BOOTS: My mum was a real character.
I mean, what you might call a free spirit.
You know, she was into the arts and music,
and one day in a moment of inspiration
she decided to name me after her favourite singer.
Dad never really was crazy about the name
so he's always called me Boots.
Who was the singer?
(CHUCKLES)
- Dean Martin? - I wish.
(CHUCKLES) Frank Sinatra?
(LAUGHS)
Fred Astaire?
- No, he was a dancer. - Oh. (GIGGLES)
Um...
I'm not gonna tell you.
Sorry about that one, son.
Another argument I lost with your mother.
(LAUGHS)
He's awake.
- Morning, Charlie. - Morning.
BOOTS: it's starting to get a little bit late.
Maybe we should stop over in Gilgandra.
OK, well, maybe you can drop me at a service station, then?
We can take you the rest of the way in the morning.
- I really can't afford to pay... - No, don't worry about that.
Me and Dad can get you a room, can't we, Dad?
Oh, sure. Not gonna just drop you alongside the roadway.
Thank you.
(SNORING)
(GIGGLES)
(SNORING CONTINUES)
(BIRDS CHIRP)
- Come on. - I really wanted to say goodbye.
- Come on, they'll survive! - One sec.
(HORN BEEPS, ENGINE REVS)
(JESS GIGGLES)
What's that?
Oh, it's from Jess!
BOOTS: I hope she knows what she's doing.
CHARLIE: Ah, she'll be right.
She's pretty switched on for a 16-year-old kid.
- What are you doing? - What?
I mean, to what do I owe the pleasure?
I'm always happy to drive.
Really?
All you had to do was ask.
Uh-huh.
Are you saying Pamela Anderson's ugly?
CHARLIE: She runs up and down the beach...
BOOTS: And you don't like the look of that?
CHARLIE: ..with that David Hopalong, Jason or...
BOOTS: Hasselhoff.
No.
I don't believe it.
CHARLIE: Hello!
(SIGHS) Well, it's official- he really is an arsehole.
What did he do this time?
More of the same. What is it with boys?
Where's your guitar?
Still in the back. I wasn't quick enough.
- JESS: There's Tristan! Again! - BOOTS: Really?
- JESS: Yeah. - CHARLIE: Your guitar!
I can't believe I fell for that jerk.
Oh, don't worry about it. We all make mistakes.
His bumper sticker should've been enough to scare me off.
BOOTS: Can you see him?
Ah, could be anywhere by now.
There he is!
What are you doing?
BOOTS: There we go.
Don't worry, you'll get used to his driving.
BOOTS: Jess, grab your guitar.
Oh, ***. it's not there.
Hey, it's here in the front seat.
***.
Boots, keep an eye on him.
You got a wire coathanger?
TRISTAN: Give me some ginger beer, a pie and some hot chips.
How about this?
- Wait, wait, wait. - Too soft.
G'day.
(WHISPERS) Oh, ***.
- JESS: Have you done that before? - Oh, sure.
- Really? - Yeah.
JESS: Are you sure you've done this?
CHARLIE: Yeah. Yeah.
- Really? - Yeah.
You'd better be quick - I think he's coming!
How you goin'?
- CHARLIE: We need something else. - JESS: How about this?
CHARLIE: Oi!
(ALARM BLARES)
Quick! Get in the car!
TRISTAN: (YELLS) Hey! Hey! Hey!
(ALL LAUGH)