Razorback

Scotty, Scotty.

Where's my little pal?

Come on.

Off to bed.

There, there, Scotty.

Now, now, now, now, boy.

It's all right.

It's only the storm.

Come on.

Yes.

Here we go.

There's a boy.

Oh, God!

Scotty!

No!

Scotty!

Where are you?

Come.

Come back to me!

My little baby!

- This hearing is to determine whether Jake Matthew Cullen

is to be committed for trial for the disappearance and

presumed murder of Scott Matthew Cullen.

A pig, you say?

No, a boar.

Razorback.

- And this, this razorback broke your leg and carried

your grandson away?

Yes.

- You mean to say, Mr Cullen, that as a professional

kangaroo shooter armed with a high powered rifle, you were

unable to kill or even wound this boar.

- Your Worship, the animal in question is by no means a

normal product of nature.

It's armoured in a thick layer of bristle that can't be

penetrated by a rifle shot unless it's fired

from underneath it.

- Your Worship, we have already heard expert testimony from

Mr Baker that he shoots and kills razorbacks every day.

- There are all sorts of razorbacks.

It's a hybrid species.

A freak.

An aberration.

Aberration or apparition?

Quiet!

Quiet!

Then the answer is no.

You were unable to wound it.

- Well, you'd have to see it to believe it.

Indeed.

Indeed, indeed.

- So, as a professional kangaroo shooter and an expert on

local wildlife, how big would an animal, say, a razorback,

how large would a razorback have to be to actually carry a

two-year-old child over any distance?

- About four or five times bigger than anything I've seen

or heard of.

- For an animal to have grown to such an extraordinay size,

he must be extremely shy and cunning--

- Even an exceptionally large and cunning

beast couldn't have dragged the boy?

Where to?

Anywhere.

No, not for any distance.

The razorback's a kind of cowardly bastard.

Usually a good boo would scare him off.

- Do you often leave the boy with his grandfather?

I was away in Brisbane.

My mother was sick.

Do you know what happened?

Objection!

Overruled.

- Dad said it was a razorback, but what razorback?

Where is it?

Why hasn't anyone else ever seen it?

- The finding of this court is that there is insufficient

evidence to support the charge.

The accused is hereby discharged.

Exploitation of animals.

Exploitation, honey?

Carl?

Hello.

Is it on yet, honey?

No, it's still cooking.

It's nearly ready.

Oh, you mean the TV?

Yeah, it just started.

They enjoy performing.

- With cattle prods attached to their genitals?

We don't used prods here.

Oh, God.

- Hey, wait a minute I want to watch that.

- No, please, Carl, leave it off.

Uh-uh.

Don't you touch it.

Here.

No.

Come on.

Just relax.

That's a damn lie.

Not one of our wranglers ever used a prod.

- Would you like to see the proof?

- Honey, you and your friends wouldn't know the difference

between a cattle prod and a pool cue.

- Not much different in terms of pain.

Don't play with me.

I've been in the business for twenty years.

Look at this creep.

- My reputation speaks for itself.

- Unfortunately the animals can't do the same.

- You start with the horses and steers,

why don't you go and save the

fleas and flies and bugs in the world, too?

They're animals, aren't they?

People swat fleas.

I got no time of day for this.

Fleas in America.

Cruelty to rats, too.

Jerks.

The agency greenlighted the Australia special today.

On the kangaroo slaughter?

I thought they passed on that months ago.

They changed their minds.

And they're insisting that I go.

Damn right you should go.

It was your idea in the first place.

Honey, that's terrific.

Congratulations.

- I'm scheduled to leave on Monday.

Oh, well.

Yeah.

Oh, hon.

What's wrong?

Oh, I don't know.

Come on.

Prenatal depression.

Come on.

What about you?

- Well, I'll be utterly and completely miserable,

but I can probably take care of myself.

Really?

Oh, shit!

Argh!

Come on.

Here.

Will you miss me?

Is the Pope Polish?

Does a bear shit in the woods?

- I don't like being apart on our anniversary.

- You know, there's a rumour going around that they've

actually got telephones in Australia now.

I think I even read about it in National Geographic.

What would they know?

- Well, I suppose if you're so determined to run off again

and leave me, I should probably give you your little

surprise now.

Carl!

It's beautiful.

Yeah?

Good.

Then it suits you.

Ahem.

Set.

- We're 600 miles west of Sydney in the outback town of

Gamulla, an aboriginal word that appropriately means

intestine or gut, appropriate because Gamulla deals

literally in an economy of flesh and blood.

Last year, more than 800,000 kangaroos and waballies.

Wabballies!

Oh!

Erm.

Still rolling.

Still rolling.

From last year, okay?

Right.

Last year, more than 800,000 kangaroos and wallabies

were slaughtered in this district alone.

They were summarily gutted and quartered and dumped at the

Petpak cannery eight miles west from here, to become dog

excreta on the sidewalks of Sydney, Hong Kong, and New York.

That'll do.

I'll do the pampered pet routine in voiceover, okay?

Well, how did I sound?

Wabballies!

Friend of yours?

G'day.

We'd like to book a couple of rooms, please.

Beth Winters, isn't it?

The animal campaigner?

Yes, that's right.

How do we get a message out?

- Well theres a radio phone, it might take an hour or two to get through.

Where are you ringing?

New York.

New York?

You'll be lucky to get Burke.

- Let's start with Burke then shall we?

Where are the rooms, mate?

- We, we'd like to interview some kangaroo shooters.

Anyone interested?