Script For Charleville..including The Beginning
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CHARLEVILLE
THE SCRIPT
Shearers don’t always shear..when it rains they are forced to do other kinds of work or travel hundreds of miles to find a shed where it isn’t raining..
MATES-MAN-SHIP
CHARACTERS:
Yorky
Jeff
Darryl
Fat Yabo
Bill the contractor
LOCATIONS:
Int. vehicles
Int. hotel
Ext: Hotel
Int. Caravan
SCENES:
YORKY (V/O)
I had a full tank of juice and a few bucks to spare and a long trip ahead of me. I was on the highway to St.George now and it was pissin’ down with rain. There was no lack of semi-trailers heading to their destinations. Every time one passed mi old station wagon, it kicked up a water spray so big that I had to slow down to make sure I didn’t run off the road. It was one of the worst nights drives I had ever experienced. Little did I know things were not going to improve.
The contractor had given me directions on the phone of how to find the cockys’ shed. I had my hand-drawn map on the dashboard so I didn’t miss a turn off otherwise I’d end up lost on some dirt-track road out in the middle of nowhere, out of petrol.
At long last I saw the shed off in the distance which, let me tell you, was a very welcome sight. It was about 6 O’clock in the morning when I pulled up outside the shearers’ quarters. When I opened the door to get out of the station wagon I noticed how stiff mi legs and back were. As I did a couple of stretches, a bloke sauntered out of the cook house and walked over to where I was parked.
BILL THE CONTRACTOR
(Extends hand)
G’day mate. I’m Bill, the contractor. you must be Yorky.
YORKY
Yeah, that’s right mate.
BILL
Jesus sport, you must be fuckin’ broke drivin’ all the way up here in this stinkin’ fuckin’ weather?
YORKY
Ya not wrong there Bill. It was a case of driving up here for two days work or sittiin’ on mi arse in Moree pub goin’ broke.
BILL
Well, I’m glad ya made it safe and sound mate but I got a bit a’ bad news for ya. The Cockey fucked up and didn’t get the sheep in the shed in time so the blokes voted ‘em out as wet!
YORKY
Oh for fucks sake! Ya mean I’ve driven all the way up here for fuckall?
BILL
Well, not quite mate. We got enough dry ones for two runs.
YORKY
Oh well, that’ll have to do.
BILL
It’s better than a poke in the eye with the burnt end of a forty stick Yorky mate. Anyway, go get ya self some breakfast and a hot cuppa’. The cook’s about to serve up.
YORKY (V/O)
Fuck me rome, I thought to myself, as I walked over to the cook house. An all-night drive for four hours work. What fuckin’ else can go wrong?
Before that thought could drift away like a cloud in the sky, down the rain came again, only this time it was heavier than ever. Over breakfast, I introduced myself to a few of the other shearers and then made mi way over to the shed. Once inside, another lovely surprise awaited me. Big wooly, wrinkly wethers!
YORKY (V/O) Cont’d
Fuck me dead! Wouldn’t that root ya fuckn’ boot! I’ll be flat-out gettin’ 30 a run in these mongrel bred bastards!
(Yorky walks over to young bloke loading up his gear on one of the stands.)
YORKY
G’day mate. Which is the spare stand?
JEFF
Couple down from me sport. Number 6.
YORKY
Good on ya’.
(The young bloke loads his gear. He saunters over to where Yorky is and sticks out his hand.)
JEFF
What’s ya name sport? Mine’s Jeff.
YORKY
Yorky, good to meet ya’ Jeff.
(They shake hands.)
JEFF
Where the fuck did you come from in this weather Yorky?
YORKY
I drove all night from Moree.
JEFF
Jesus Christ mate, that’s a fuckin’ long way to drive for a couple of runs!
YORKY
Yeah, well the contractor said he had a couple of days work and there’s fuck all happening around the Moree area.
JEFF
What was it like drivin’ into the cockeys’ place on those dirt tracks this morning?
YORKY
Not too fuckin’ good Jeff. I nearly lost it a couple of times and I’m used to wet dirt roads.
JEFF
Fuck me, if it was that bad when you drove in, we may end up stuck here till she dies out a bit.
YORKY
Don’t fuckin’ tell me that Jeff. I’ve had a hard enough time gettin’ here. That’s the last fuckin’ thing I wanna’ hear!
JEFF
Yeah, I know mate, but this Queensland bush country can be pretty treacherous. It’s all black soil around these parts.
YOKRY
Meanin’ what mate?
JEFF
It’s a bastard in wet weather. It sticks to the tires and build up under the wheel arch. Ya gotta’ stop and dig it out then or it will fuck up the diff!
YORKY
Ya got anymore good fuckin’ news mate?
(They laugh. Jeff walks back to his his stand. Yorky loads his hand piece.)
YORKY V/O
I like that bloke. He’s got a good sense of humor.
(Bell rings. Yorky pulls out his first sheep.)
YORKY V/O (Cont’d)
These bastards are not going to be money for old rope!
(Yorky shearing.)
(Yorky smokes and sits on the board with the rest of the shearers. Washes up a couple of combs and a few cutters for grinding. Jeff walks over and sits down.)
JEFF
So where ya headin’ after lunch Yorky?
YORKY
I’m fucked if I know Jeff. I’m all out of ideas.
JEFF
Why don’t we travel together mate. We’ve got a much better chance of gettin’ out’a here alive.
YORKY
Sounds good to me. Ya got ya own vehicle?
JEFF
Yeah mate, if ya can call it that. She’s a fuckin’ old Falcon on her last legs but she hasn’t let me down yet.
(With no more sheep to shear the contractor declares the shed over.)
YORKY (V/O)
Three and a half hours shearing in woolly fuckin’ wethers for an all night drive from Moree to the black blocks of St. George! What a bastard! My main concern is now gettin’ out of this shit-hole.
(The shearers are all paid off. A few of the shearers discuss how they’re going to get back onto the bitchumen. Two convoys of cars leave the shearing shed in the rain. Everyone is covered in mud and soaking wet. When they get onto the main road, Yorky goes up to Jeffs’ car and speaks with him,)
YORKY
What d’ya wanna’ do now mate?
JEFF
Well, I was shearing around these parts last year so I reckon our best bet would be to head towards Charleville. Once it dries up we’ll pick up a pen there. No Worries. I know a couple of contractors that I shore for last season.
YORKY
That sounds pretty fuckin’ good to me Jeff.
(The 2 cars follow each other to the nearest watering hole and stop for a few beers)
JEFF
(Sitting at bar talking)
Charleyville’s full of fuckin’ Yobos’ mate. We’ll have to fuckin’ watch each others backs.
YORKY
Ya’ want another beer?
JEFF
Might as well. We’re not goin’ anywhere till this storm ceases up a bit.
EXT – EVENING – SAME DAY – OUTSIDE HOTEL IN PARKING LOT)
(Yorky and Jeff get their cars ready for sleeping in.)
INT – MORNING – LOOKING OUT WINDSCREEN OF CAR.
YORKY V/O
The whole place looks like a lake!
(Yorky goes over to Jeffs’ car and tries to wake up Jeff by banging on the roof of his car. Jeff wakes up and winds his window down half-way.)
JEFF
(Groggy voice)
Jeezus mate, what time is it?
YORKY
It’s 6:30 mate. Ya gettin’ up or not?
JEFF
Yeah, I suppose I’d better. I feel a bit crook from the grog last night. Mi mouth tastes like a mob of Galahs’ took a shit in it! Ya got any XXXX in the back of your station wagon?
YORKY
Yeah, I got the remains of that 6-pack we bought at closin’ time.
JEFF
Good on ya Yorky mate. Ya think ya could find ‘em and crack a couple for us? I’m not firin’ on all 6 yet!
YORKY
No worries mate. I know where they are.
(Yorky returns from his car with the beers. After they finished off a couple of tinnies Yorky says to Jeff)
YORKY
Let’s have a look around and see if we can find a Dago shop. I need a hot cuppa’ and something to eat. All we had to eat last night was potato chops and salted peanuts washed down with one too many beers!
JEFF
Yeah, I suppose a bit of tucker wouldn’t go astray.
(Yorky and Jeff finish breakfast they head out to Charleyville. The rain has slowed down somewhat. When they arrive in Charleyville they head to the hotel that Jeff did most of his drinking at the previous year)
INT – BAR – LATE AFTERNOON
YORKY
Ya gonna’ give that contractor a ring and see what he’s got goin’?
JEFF
No worries Yorky. I’ll do it now before I get too pissed.
YORKY
Ya got any idea where we’re gonna’ camp?
JEFF
I sure have mate. Soon as I get done callin’ the contractor, we’ll book into this caravan park where I camped last year. It’s not much and it’s a bit rough but it beats sleepin’ on the back seat of mi car. Get another round in Yorky, I’ll be back shortly.
(Jeff goes to the pay-phone and then returns to the bar.)
YORKY
How d’ya go Jeff? Was the contractor home?
JEFF
Yeah, no worries mate. We got a start at a station called Wonbin. It’s somewhere between here and Quilpie. Now all we gotta’ do is sit out this fuckin’ rain and wait for the sheep to dry out.
INT BAR – TV ON – WEATHER REPORT
WEATHER REPORTER ON TV
“Charleyville is now cut of from all the main roads due to flash-flooding!”
JEFF
This fuckin’ weathers’ not lookin’ too good Yorky. We may be stuck here for a couple of weeks!
YORKY
I fuckin’ hope not Jeff. At the rate we’re goin’ I’ll be outta’ money in 3 or 4 days!
JEFF
No worries mate. I’ve got enough to keep us goin’ for maybe a week. It depends on how hard we hit the grog.
YORKY
Maybe we ought to slow down a bit then.
JEFF
Fuck that for a joke Yorky. What else are we gonna’ do if we don’t drink? Sit in that tin can they call a caravan, staring at the walls?
EXT – HOTEL – EVENING
(Yorky and Jeff are sitting outside on a bench after the bar has closed. They are eating hamburgers and drinking beer.)
(A broken down ute rounds the corner on 2 wheels and comes to an abrupt halt right in front of Yorky and Jeff. On the back of the use was a metal crate with half-a-dozen yobos, waving shot guns around.)
FAT YOBO
G’day
(A face full of stubble. A double-barrel shotgun in one hand and in his other hand is a tinnie, He’s wearing an old singlet and a pair of stubbies. His gut, which is covered in hair, sticks out like dogs’ balls)
JEFF
G’day. How are ya?
FAT YOBO
Pretty good.
JEFF
What’s the spotlight and double barrels for? Ya goin’ pig shootin’?
FAT YOBO
We’re huntin’ bungs tonight! We’re chasin’ a couple of coons in an old Holden. Did they drive past ya?
JEFF
Nah mate. We’ve been sat here for the past half-hour. We haven’t seen any abbos’ in a Holden.
FAT YOBO
Where ya blokes from? What are ya doin’ in our town?
YORKY
We’re shearers from New South.
FAT YOBO
No worries then mate. We don’t mind shearers, long as ya not coon lovers.
JEFF
Not us. We’re just mindin’ our own business, eatin’ a burger and havin’ a quiet beer.
FAT YOBO
No worries then Sport. Do us a favor and let us know if they drive down this street. We’ll be back around here in an hour or so.
JEFF
Ya fair dinkum about shootin’ ‘em?
FAT YOBO
Fuckin’ oath mate. There’s too many of the black bastards around Charleyville for my likin’ and besides, this town belongs to us white fellas’ not those fuckin’ bungs! See ya around.
(Truck drives up street shining the 12 Volt spotlight up and down)
YORKY
Fuck me dead! Ya think they’re fair dinkum Jeff?
JEFF
Fuckin’ oath mate, let’s head off before the inbred bastards come back. I don’t wanna’ get on the wrong side of these retards!
YORKY V/O
INT – BAR
My situation is as bleak as the weather. I’m down to a full middy, a packet of Drum and papers and 78 cents change in mi pocket.
YORKY (Cont’d)
Hey Jeff, ya got any ideas what we’re goin’ to do for money? Ya think ya family could wire us some money?
JEFF
No mate. I don’t get along with mi old man and I’m too proud to ask him.
YORKY
Doesn’t he have a farm in Victoria?
JEFF
Yeah, he does mate. That’s the problem.
YORKY
What d’ya mean?
JEFF
He’s pissed off big time because he wants me to stay at home and help him work on the farm instead of cruising around all over the Outback as a shearer. We had a big stinkin’ row the last time I was home so we’re not speaking to each other. I’m off to the dunny Yorky.
(Jeff leaves)
(Yorky sits at the bar contemplating his dire situation. A voice calls out.)
DARRYL
(Soaking wet)
Yorky, ya bastard! How are ya mate?
(Yorky turns to see who it is.)
YORKY
Jesus H. Christ, Darryl! Am I fuckin’ glad to see you.
DARRYL
How are ya Yorky. I didn’t expect to see you sat at the bar in Charleville!
YORKY
Where the fuck did you come from Darryl? Why are ya soaked to the skin?
DARRYL
I’ve been shearin’ at a shed about a hundred miles from here but they declared it due to wet sheep.
YORKY
Ya got any money Darryl?
DARRYL
Fuckin’ oath mate, I’ve been knocking out some good tally for the last three weeks.
YORKY
Ya got enough to lend me a few bucks? I’m fuckin’ broke. I’ve got 78 cents to mi name.
DARRYL
JEFF
Ya want another beer Yorky?
YORKY
Might as well. We’re not going anywhere till this storm eases up a bit.
(That evening, after the hotel closed, Jeff and miself camped out in our vehicles. I put the back seat down on mi station wagon and Jeff slept on the back seat of his Falcon sedan.)
(In the morning, when I looked out of the window of my car, the whole area looked looked like a lake. After waking up Jeff with a few loud bangs on the roof of his car, he finally woke up. Once the window of his old car was was halfway down, he said in a groggy voice.)
JEFF
Jesus mate, what time is it?
YORKY
6:30 mate. Ya gittin’ up or not?
JEFF
Yeah, I suppose I better.
( Once he was up and around he said,)
I feel a bit crook from the grog last night and mi mouth tastes like a mob of Galahs took a shit in it! Ya got any XXXX in the back of your car?
YORKY
Yeah, I got the remains of that 6-pack we bought at closing time.
JEFF
Good on ya Yorky mate. Ya think ya could find ‘em and crack a couple for us? I’m not firing on all six yet.
No worries mate. I know where they are.
YORKY
Let’s have a look around and see if we can find a Dago shop. I need a hot cuppa’ and something to eat. All we had to eat last night was potato chips and salted peanuts, washed down with one-too-many beers.
JEFF
I suppose a bit of tucker won’t go astray.
Once we had our breakfast, it was decided that we’d head off to Charleville as the rain had now slowed down somewhat.
When we arrived in Charleville, we headed to the hotel that Jeff did most of his drinking at the previous year. After a couple of rounds I said,
YORKY
Ya gonna’ give that contractor a ring and see what he’s got going?
JEFF
No worries Yorky. I’ll do it now before I get too pissed.
YORKY
What about tonight, ya got any idea where we’re gonna’ camp?
JEFF
I sure have mate. Soon as I get done callin’ the contractor, we’ll book into this caravan park where I camped last year. It’s not much and it’s a bit rough but it beats sleepin’ on the back seat of mi car. Get another round in Yorky, I’ll be back shortly.
YORKY
How d’ya go Jeff? Was the contractor home?
JEFF
Yeah, no worries mate. We got a start at a station called Wonbin. It’s somewhere between here and Quilpy. Now all we gotta’ do is sit out this fuckin’ rain and wait for the sheep to dry out.
The hotel bar we were drinking in had a television on the wall. Every hour or so the weather report came on. It had started raining heavy again and the report showed all the flooded areas surrounding Charleville. It wasn’t long before the report said that Charleville was now cut off from all the main roads due to flash flooding.
JEFF (CONT’D)
This fuckin’ weather’s not looking too good Yorky. We may be stuck here for a couple of weeks.
YORKY
I fuckin’ hope not Jeff. At the rate we’re goin’, I’ll be out a’ money in 3 or 4 days.
JEFF
No worries mate, I’ve got enough to keep us goin’ for maybe a week. It depends on how hard we hit the grog.
YORKY
Maybe we ought to slow down a bit then.
JEFF
Fuck that for a joke Yorky. What else are we gonna’ do if we don’t drink? Sit in that tin can they call a caravan, starin’ at the walls?
That evening, after closing time, we were sat on a bench outside the hotel eating a hamburger and drinking some beer. We hadn’t been there for long before a broken down
ute rounded the corner on two wheels and came to an abrupt halt, right in front of us. On the back of the ute was a metal crate with half-a-dozen blokes waving shotguns around.
YOBO
G’day.
(He is fat and has a face full of stubble. In his hand is a double-barrel shotgun and in his other hand is a tinny. He is wearing a ratty old singlet and pair of stubbies. His gut, is covered in hair, which sticks out like dogs’ balls.)
JEFF
G’day. How are ya?
YOBO
Pretty good.
JEFF
What’s the spotlight and double-barrels for? Ya going pig shootin’?
YOBO
We’re huntin’ ‘bungs’ tonight. We’re chasing a couple a’ coons in an old Holden. Did they drive past ya?
JEFF
“Nah mate, we’ve been here for the past half hour. We haven’t seen any abbos in a Holden.
YOBO
Where are you blokes from and what ya doin’ in our town?
YORKY
We’re shearers from New South.
YOBO
No worries then mate. We don’t mind shearers, long as ya not coon lovers.
JEFF
Not us.”, said Jeff. “We’re just mindin’ our own business, eatin’ a burger and havin’ a quiet beer.
YOBO
No worries then sport. Do us a favor and let us know if they drive down this street. We’ll be back ‘round here in an hour or so.
JEFF
“Ya fair dinkum about shootin’ ‘em?
YOBO
Fucking oath mate. There’s too many of the back bastards around Charleville for my likin’. Besides, this town belongs to us white fellas’ not those fuckin’ bungs. See ya around.
(They drive off up the street, shining the 12 volt spotlight up and down.)
YORKY
Fuck me dead! Ya think they’re fair dinkum Jeff?
JEFF
Fucking oath mate, let’s head off before the inbred bastards come back. I don’t wanna get on the wrong side of those retards!
( The wet weather was showing no sign of slowing down. Flash flooding was still in progress. All roads out of town were flooded so there was no way out. The weather channel was showing clips of helicopters air-lifting cattle off of small marooned islands. The whole situation was looking pretty bleak)
YORKY (V/O)
My situation is as bleak as the weather. I’m down to a full middy, a packet of Drum and papers and 78 cents change in mi pocket. With a doubt, full-blown panic has set in as I sit on this bar stool
YORKY
Hey Jeff, Ya got any ideas what we were going to do for money?
Ya think ya family could wire us some money?
JEFF
No mate, I don’t get along with mi old man. I’m too proud to ask him.
YORKY
Doesn’t he have a farm in Victoria?
JEFF
Yeah, he does mate. That’s the problem.
YORKY
What d’ya mean?
JEFF
He’s pissed off, big time, because he wants me to stay at home and help him work on the farm instead of cruisin’ round all over the Outback as a shearer. We had a stinkin’ row the last time I was home so now we’re not speakin’ to each other.
YORKY (V/O)
It’s now obvious that no money was going to come from Jeffs’ side of the fence. My side was was as dry as a gumboot in the desert.
As I sit at the bar, finishing off my last middy, my mind is re-running past situations where I’d been in similar circumstances. The voices were in full command, telling me I am going to starve to death in Charleville unless I sold my station wagon which to me is not acceptable. A shearer, in the Outback, without a vehicle, is dependent on other shearers which would not work out too well as most shearers are not dependable.
(A voice shouts out off-camera)
DARRYL
Yorky, ya bastard, how are ya mate?
(Yorky, stunned, turns to see one of his old shearing mates.)
YORKY
Jesus H Christ Darryl! Am I fuckin’ glad to see you!
DARRYL
How are ya Yorky? I didn’t expect to see you sat at the bar in Charleville!
YORKY
Where the fuck did you come from Darryl?
DARRYL
I’ve been shearin’ at a shed about a 100 miles from here but they ‘declared it due to wet sheep’.
YORKY
Ya got any money Darryl?
DARRYL
Fucking oath mate, I’ve been knockin’ out some good tallys for the last three weeks.
YORKY
Ya got enough to lend me a few bucks? I’m fuckin’ broke mate. I’ve got 78 cents to mi name!
DARRYL
No worries mate, I’m rollin’ in it. How much d’ya want $50 -$100?
YORKY
Can ya spare a hundred?
DARRYL
For you Yorky mate, no worries.
YORKY (V/O)
I had to swallow a big lump in mi throat or I would have probably cried.
YORKY
How come ya so fuckin’ wet and covered in mud? D’ya get bogged?
DARRYL
Yeah, a couple of times. This black soil up here is a bastard when it’s wet.
YORKY
I take it ya got it out.
DARRYL
Yeah, eventually. I thought it was gonna be a clear run into Charleville, till I got to the river.
YORKY
So how d’ya get the car across?
DARRYL
I didn’t mate. I had to leave it on the other side with all mi gear.
YORKY
How d’ya get across then?
DARRYL
I fuckin’ swam.
YORKY
Ya kiddin’.
DARRYL
No way mate. I stuffed a few things in the back-pack, then I wrapped mi money in a plastic bag. I wasn’t gonna’ sit on the other side of the river when the hotel’s on this side.
YORKY
Weren’t ya worried about gettin’ swept away?
DARRYL
Fuckin’ oath I was. I walked up and down to find a narrow spot, then I waded in and swam like fuck. I ended up about half-a-mile down from where I went in.
YORKY
Was it scary?
DARRYL
Too fuckin’ right mate. There were a lot of dead branches and logs being swept down. Finish ya beer Yorky, it’s my shout.
(Jeff returns to the bar and Yorky introduces Darryl to Jeff. They sit there having a good old natter about days gone by.
DARRYL
Oh Jesus, I was so happy to see ya Yorky, I almost forgot. Here’s a $100. If ya need anymore let me know.
YORKY
Good on ya Darryl, you’re a fuckin’ great mate.
DARRYL
No worries Yorky, you’d do the same for me mate.
YORKY
Yeah, I would Darryl, any day.
(Darryl downs another beer)
DARRYL
Yorky mate, I’ll catch up with ya later on tonight. I’m gonna’ book a room. I need a hot shower and a couple of hours sleep.
YORKY
Ya got any dry clothes?
DARRY
I’m not sure. I stuffed ‘em in a plastic bag in the back-pack.
YORKY
Well, if ya need any let me know. You’re about the same size as me so they should fit.
DARRYL
Good on ya mate.
(Darryl leaves bar)
Once Darryl was gone, I said to Jeff,
“We’re flush again! Ya need some money?”
“Not yet Yorky. I’ve still got a few bucks left. I’ll get some off ya later. What ya think about the caravan mate?”
“What about it?”
“I don’t like it mate. It’s as cold as campin’ in mi car and those vinyl mattresses are the same as mi back seat. I might camp in mi car from now on. “
“I don’t mind, I can camp in mi station wagon, no worries. I got a bit of a foam mattress I can roll out once the back seat’s down. The only thing that worries me mate is, it may not be too safe with those fuckin’ yobos driving around of a night time.”
“Don’t ya have a rifle mate?”
“Too fuckin’ right! I’ve got a 308 with a 7 X 50 Bushnell scope on it.”
“Jesus mate, that would blow a hole in of those yobos so fuckin’ big ya’d be able to see daylight through him.”
“You got a rifle Jeff?”
“Yeah mate, it’s not as good as yours but it’s pretty effective. It’s an old ex-army 303. She’s a bit beat up lookin’ but she still shoots straight as a dye.”
“Where d’ya think we ought to park up for the night Jeff?”
“Not sure yet mate but we’ll find somewhere as safe as possible. I know mi mate Darryl will lend us his room key and as long as we’re not spotted we can have showers upstairs.”
“Sounds good to me Yorky. The best part is we’ll have extra money for grog since we won’t be rentin’ that fuckin’ old caravan.
That evening, Jeff, Darryl and miself had a good, old session on the grog, the same as most shearers would do on a Saturday night. In the shed, young shearers mostly skite about how many sheilas they’ve rooted and in the bar room they brag about how many sheep they can shear. True to form, the more beer shearers drink, the higher the shearing tally creeps up until it becomes obvious at the end of the night that everyone is full of grog and bullshit. Our conversations were no different. We followed the tradition to the letter.
The Publican called last orders and once we’d finished our middies Darryl said,
“That’s it for me fellas. I’m headin’ off upstairs for a sleep. What with gettin’ bogged a couple of times and swimmin’ a fuckin’ river, I’m rooted. Not to mention, I’m as full as a boot!”
“No worries Darryl, we’ll catch up with ya tomorrow mate.”
“So what are we gonna do Jeff?”, I asked.
“Let’s buy a six-pack and a flagon. I usually keep a few cans in the boot but I seem to remember I couldn’t find any last time I looked. I must have drunk ‘em all.”
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