How about a front wheel wobble, princess? Eh?
Ian?
Pet?
"May 7, 2009.
"A coach driver travelling to Oodnadatta
"reported a vehicle burning fiercely on the surface of Salt Lake.
"It was registered to a Roberto Rosselini of Potts Point, Sydney.
"No traces of human remains were found at the scene.
"A nationwide search failed to locate Rosselini or his companion, Ian Kapsis."
Our guy?
- Come on. Come to Kev! - No!
Come on. Give us a kiss!
Come here! Ah! Argh!
Come on!
Get up!
G'day, gorgeous!
No-one's gonna save you this time.
Come on!
- Come on! Come on, come on! - OK!
- Come on! Come on! - OK!
Are you gonna party with me?
I will if you let me go.
That's more like it.
You hurt my shoulder.
I didn't drive a thousand miles to hear you bellyache...
Where's your car?
Yonder, by the highway.
Get in it and go.
You're not gonna use that thing.
I'm not gonna count to 10. I'm just gonna shoot.
You're full of bullshit... Ohh!
Fuck! Oh!
Oh, shit!
Shit! You... you shot me!
You shot me!
Oh! Oh, look at all the blood!
Ohh!
Oh, Christ.
- Am I gonna die? - No.
Here, press that on.
Go on.
Oh, man, it's throbbing.
Red and throbbing, huh?
Hey! That's me best shirt.
Oh, fuck!
Never been shot before.
Never shot anyone before.
What's your name?
Kevin. Small.
What'd I ever do to you?
Look at you.
Sexy arse.
Silky blonde hair.
Bet it smells real nice.
I should have shot your dick off.
I need to get you to a hospital.
I'm not goin' with you. Make me own way, thanks.
- You can't drive like that. - I'll wait.
Someone's bound to come along.
It's your own fault.
Well, you shouldn't bloody advertise if you're not sellin'!
Dog, come on.
Come on!
Glad you come by.
First human I've seen in hours.
Ah, must be your lucky day. Hop in!
Oh, fuck!
- Boy, I'm thirsty. - Yeah.
Shit.
Ah, don't worry about it. Bit of blood never hurt no-one.
So, what's she look like, this Sheila?
Oh... Long blonde hair.
Blonde hair. Real long.
American?
Yeah. How'd you know?
Good guess.
Pretty hot all right.
That's why I give her one.
- Did you, now? - Had her gaggin' for more.
Couldn't get enough of that good Aussie lovin'.
You know what I mean?
Was that before or after she shot ya?
We find this truck, we find the guy.
All we've got to do is track down every beat-up F100 in the country.
Yep.
Thought you liked long odds.
And what are you doing while I'm doing that?
We go back, check every crime scene they never found a body at.
- Oh! Working hard? - Sprung.
- Kirsty. - Hi, Dave.
- Are you staying for lunch? - Nah, I can't.
Don't take any stupid risks, mate.
Are you sending him on a job?
Yeah. Leaving tomorrow. Gonna be gone a while.
We're supposed to be spending the weekend on Shane's new boat.
One bark for left, two barks for right and straight ahead, no barks.
Too late.
Shit.
I could really use a cup of coffee, and I got a tyre needs fixing.
What part of Ireland?
Excuse me?
Are you from?
County Kerry? Am I right?
Oh, I'm not Irish.
Now, now. I can pick an accent. Everybody around here says so.
Bernie O'Dell can pick an accent.
County Kelly.
Knew it.
- Why the face of the Madonna? - Can ya read?
On an otherwise ordinary night in 2001,
"Wilma O'Dell went to the ladies lavatory with a mop and bucket
"to clean and was struck dumb!
"A pattern had formed on the floor tiles under the washbasin
"in the shape of the face of the Virgin Mary."
Mum. That night changed her life forever.
She had pancreatic cancer, and you know what?
Old cheese kicked on for another 12 years.
$70.50 for that one, plus GST. We take cards. 10% surcharge on Amex.
You must get a lot of visitors.
Busload of cancer patients, once upon a time.
Not many lately.
But... there must be a lot of people, not just tourists.
Oh, everybody passes through the Madonna sooner or later.
Do you happen to know a man who drives a sky-blue Ford truck?
He's a shooter. He's tall, with a big hat.
Red check shirt.
Can't say he rings a bell, but...
Is it still there?
Faded away the next day.
Never returned neither.
I still live in hope.
You gotta, don't ya?
Have faith.
Us Irish, we know that better than anyone.
Thanks.
Hey! Hey!
I got you.
You're safe.
About time. I been here four hours.
Hm? Four hours!
Yeah, I'm good, thanks, brother. Thank you for asking.
Any luck?
Yeah, I got her head in a saddlebag.
Fuck, you're a prick.
Have you any idea how much money we've spent on fuel?
It's worth way more than that gun is.
It's not about the gun.
- Nah? - No, I want her to sing me a song.
What, you carrying a stiffy for this bitch that ripped us off?
- That's unbelievable. - I'll flip ya, all right?
Heads, we go home. Tails, we both go on. Hm?
Heads, we go.
All right.
I'll head east. You go north.
Back here same time tomorrow.
Why can't I go east?
What does it...?
You go east, Kane, OK? You go east, then.
'Cause Mum spoils ya.
You go east.
You're just fuckin' jealous.
Is there anyone within 50km of...
Salt Lake Zero 20. Didn't catch that.
Dispatch, you're breaking up.
A truck driver found a deceased person on East Valega Road.
Sounds like mutilation's involved.
Whereabouts exactly?
Lake Bargo Dispatch, this is Detective Sergeant Sullivan Hill,
Northern Territory Major Crime.
Any objections if I attend? Over.
Cause of death is major blood loss.
That's what happens when you get genitals sliced off.
What kind of psycho cuts off a man's tackle?
Woman with a grudge?
Tell me, you see any vehicles like this in the area today?
Haven't seen that car today.
See any vehicles at all?
Been a lonely road today, mate.
You drive with your eyes closed, do ya?
Petrol, number three.
Hey, you got any tea bags?
Irish breakfast, English breakfast.
Uh, normal.
And what about oranges?
Over there.
Oh!
If it was a snake, it would have bit ya.
I've seen you before, haven't I?
Nuh.
Well, can I interest you in a souvenir pot holder?
- Nah. - Suit yourself.
Hey, ah, I'm looking for a friend of mine. American Sheila.
You know, long blonde hair.
Uh... not bad-lookin'.
Tall.
Nuh. No-one like that.
I never forget a face.
Everyone'll tell ya.
Bernie O'Dell never forgets a face.
- Is that right? - Mm-hm.
What about bikies? They come through here?
Oh, lots. Too many to count.
- Ugly bastards. - Uh.
- Yeah. - I have seen you before.
Oh! Oh!
Stop!
Johnny, help me!
Stop!
We're closed!
Can't ya read?
Come back in the mornin'!
Oh, come on! Be a sport. Ooh!
All right.
Look. Make it worth your while, right?
50 for a tank of gas? Yeah?
And, uh, another for some information.
Prices go up after dark.
Lookin' for a cousin of mine. She's American.
Young. She's good-lookin'. She's got blonde hair down to here.
Probably travelling alone.
Wouldn't know, sorry.
Another fella lookin' for a girl like that.
Yeah? What fella?
Just a fella: two arms, two legs.
- About as ugly as you. - Oh.
What about the girl?
Ah, you're outta luck.
I woulda remembered a girl like that.
Fuck.
Seen an Irish girl, but.
Irish?
Short hair, travelling on her own.
Yeah?
Which way she headin'?
Dunno.
Nowhere just yet.
She left a tyre here to be repaired.
Mm-hm.
What's she drivin'?
Shit!
Help me.
I was in a crash.
Help me. Please?
You don't need the gun.
You wanted to escape pretty bad.
Had to find the guy who put me inside.
What did he do to you?
We did a job.
Armed robbery.
Someone got shot.
Died.
I got convicted for it.
But you didn't do it?
Left me to do 15 years hard time without parole.
You know, if you kill him, you'll just go back to jail anyway.
An innocent man died.
Doesn't matter he was a jerk.
Someone's gotta pay for it.
Won't bring them back.
I mean, it won't bring him back.
Do you want some food?
Yeah, be great.
You gotta turn that bit.
- You right? - Yeah.
Are they after you?
They will be.
You gotta tighten 'em properly next time.
That's what that's for.
Do you need a lift somewhere?
Nah. Gotta get going. I...
I draw too much heat.
Thanks, huh?
See ya down the road somewhere.
My name's Eve.
Remember me?
Back in Kutyukutyu!
You and me, we, uh, we done a little jail time together.
When Johnny come marching home again...
And then you snuck into our house and you ripped us off.
You pinched the housekeeping and you took me best gun.
Now, what did we ever do... Ooh!
There we go.
Now, I gotta say, I'm not wild about the new hairdo.
A girl ought to look like a girl, in my book.
Now, I'm sorry I had to hit ya, but you bloody well deserved it.
Hello? Hello?
- Hello? - Hello!
This a good, uh, camping place?
- What? - Camp... camp here?
- Camping plats? - Yeah, camping plats.
We... we can camp here to ourself?
- Fuck off! - Fuck off?
Fuck off or I'll fuckin' torch ya fuckin' van,
- dipshit! - Help!
Help me!
Help!
Oi! Shush!
You itchin' for another smack, are ya?
You want the gun, it's on the front wheel.
It's not about the gun. Jesus!
- Ain't you worked that out yet? - What do you want?
I need a woman.
Give me kids.
I'm only 19.
Mum was only 16 when she had Ginge.
Look. You're ballsy.
You're not bad-lookin', and you're...
you got a good head on your shoulders.
What's your name?
Cracker.
Now, don't you be a hero, all right?
- Get back. Get back! - Don't you get any...
- Get back! - funny ideas!
No, you put the gun...
Oh!
- Oh! - Oh, my God.
It's got a hair trigger.
Shoulda mentioned that.
What's your name?
Eve.
Oh.
I don't give discounts to nobody, bro.
Not even cops.
I'm happy to pay you full price, long as the coffee's good.
Grab a latte to go.
You really do believe in miracles.
I hear from people that
they come from all over looking for a cure at this place.
Yeah, thousands of 'em. Run off our feet.
What are you lookin' for?
I'm looking for a girl.
American.
Can't help. Too many.
How about a blue Ford F100?
Never seen it before.
You want to have a good think about that?
I gave you my answer.
How about this bloke?
Jog your memory?
Looks like my husband.
Late husband.
You realise that you're hindering a police investigation here, don't ya?
Mister, I'm not in the business of sucking up to cops.
Life's tough enough already. OK?
Just so you know, this girl that I'm looking for, she's in a lot of danger.
You might be the only one that can help her.
I don't get involved, period.
On the house.
Jesus Christ!
Can anybody deal? I repeat, we got another dead body.
Location: Darcy's Flat Road,
approximately 10k's east of the Madonna Cafe.
Salt Lake Zero 20. We can deal.
Got ourselves a Kane Jurkewitz from Kutyukutyu, Western Australia.
Dingoes haven't got to him yet, so we're thinking it's still a pretty fresh kill.
Ah, maybe less than 12 hours.
Kutyukutyu? It's a long way from home.
Two suspicious deaths in two days within 50k's of each other.
What do you reckon the flower means, Sarge?
Could be gang-related. Payback.
I'll leave you with it, eh?
- How's it goin'? - You was here yesterday.
- No, I wasn't. - And you were bloody rude.
What do you want this time?
Tea cosy and a pot holder.
That's more like it.
You know that American Sheila I was tellin' you about?
She might be drivin' a white van.
Remembered an Irish girl in a white van.
- Yeah? - Looked like she stuck her head
under a lawnmower.
What are you gonna do with her when you find her?
Good question.
"Acting on information obtained
"from the local Indigenous community,
"I located Eve Frances Thorogood
"sleeping rough on the outskirts of Alice Springs town centre.
"Over the past two days, I've had several discussions with her
"in an attempt to persuade her to return home to the United States.
"Only time will tell if I succeed."
Convince is better.
Whoa! Hey, hey, hey! Argh! Argh!
Argh, what... what are you doin'? Hey! Stop!
- Shut your... - What are you doin'?!
Jes... argh! Argh!
Argh!
Sully, please, stop it!
Please!
What the fuck, man?
That American blonde bitch...
You find her.
Yeah, mate.
- People been lookin' for you. - Who?
Police?
Amongst others.
Northern Territory cop dropped in, asked about you.
- Who else? Any local cops? - Nah.
They're too busy chasing their tails over that bloke.
Tell me there's another one.
That's all I bloody need.
Serial killer killin' my customers.
Who else has been asking?
Your cousin. Another fella.
- Cousin? - Yeah, big bikie bloke.
What'd you do, steal the family silverware?
What... what other fella?
Are you askin' about that fella who drives a truck?
Him.
What did he say?
Did he give you a name? He say where he was going?
He mentioned he was going to Opalville.
He's got a contract out there shooting pigs.
No need to be nervous.
He's got no idea we're onto him.