:32:02
- You're kidding?
- No.
:32:04
Cities are crowded, right? If I went and
lived in a city, I'd only make it worse.
:32:10
Here, try this.
:32:17
- Do you want me to have a look?
- It's just a scratch.
:32:20
A scratch can turn septic out here.
Give us a look. No, it's all right.
:32:28
Now what?
:32:34
Oh, Christ! It's like living
with Davy Crockett.
:32:43
Mick?
:32:49
Mick?
:33:02
Oh, Mick! You frightened shit
out of me!
:33:05
So I ought to. Sneaking up on a man
when he's rendering first aid to a lady!
:33:11
Is that what you were doing?
:33:16
It's all right, it's a mate of mine,
Neville Bell. Sue Charlton.
:33:25
What are you doing
wandering round here?
:33:28
I'm on my way to a corroboree
at the Jabba. A bloody drag.
:33:31
But still, my dad'll get angry
if I don't show up.
:33:35
Nev's a real city boy,
but his dad's a tribal elder.
:33:41
Oh, no, you can't take my photograph.
:33:44
I'm sorry, you believe
it'll take your spirit away?
:33:47
No, you got a lens cap on!
:33:53
Crikey! Mick, I'd better get going.
:33:58
- Nice to meet you, Sue.
- Bye, Nev.