Stranded backpackers in remote Australia fall prey to a murderous bushman who offers to fix their car, then takes them captive.

Ben Mitchell: How much do you want for this?
Mick Taylor: I'm not gonna charge ya, you stupid bastard. Did you hear that? "How much"! Ha ha ha!
Mick Taylor: See? Head on a stick!
Mick Taylor: I always use a rubber with you cunts... I just don't know where ya been!
Mick Taylor: I'm going to do something now they used to do in Vietnam. It's called making a head on a stick.
Mick Taylor: [pointing at corpse] She was good for months... until she lost her head!
Mick Taylor: [he grabs a wounded Liz and holds her up; she starts screaming. Mick laughs] I got a bullet hole in me neck and I'm not whingeing, am I? No!
Mick Taylor: I'm gonna have to do something, Lizzy. So as you don't try and run out on me, you know? It's... It's a little trick they used to use in the Vietnam War, you know? So they could take prisoners and they still get the same information out of 'em! But the little buggers didn't escape!
[Mick shakes Liz and shouts in her ear]
Mick Taylor: You with me? You with me?
Mick Taylor: You see what I mean, eh?
Liz Hunter: [groans] No! No...
Mick Taylor: Now that! That's for FUCKIN' WRECKIN' ME FUCKIN' TRUCK, YOU BITCH!
Ben Mitchell: [slightly drunk] Man, you must love the freedom.
Mick Taylor: What?
Ben Mitchell: The freedom. You know, you must love it. You know, hangin' out in nature and shit.
Mick Taylor: Right...
Ben Mitchell: You get to, like, you know, cruise around the bush.
Ben Mitchell: Saying cool stuff like, "that's not a knife, this is a knife!"
[Mick glares at him]
Mick Taylor: I was doing people a service really, by shooting them. There's kangaroos all over the place... like tourists.
Mick Taylor: [pouring water] Nothing like rain water from the Top-End.
Liz Hunter: Thanks again for helping us out.
Mick Taylor: No worries.
Liz Hunter: Obviously it would be great to get going as soon as possible.
Mick Taylor: No worries.
Ben Mitchell: What do you do now?
Mick Taylor: I could tell you. But then I'd have to kill you.
Mick Taylor: Where you from, mate?
Ben Mitchell: Sydney.
Mick Taylor: Poofter capital of Australia!
Mick Taylor: What was it your mate said again? Oh, yeah, that's not a knife - *this* is a knife!
Kristy Earl: [as she's tied up and gagged] Why are you doing this? Why?
[Mick ignores her]
Kristy Earl: Please! If you let me go, I won't tell anyone!
Mick Taylor: Shh, shh, shh!
Kristy Earl: I won't! I won't!
Mick Taylor: [Mick approaches her] Come on. Calm down! Listen to Uncle Michael...
Mick Taylor: Come on...
Mick Taylor: Now, as I keep tellin' ya, you know, I always use a rubber with you cunts! I don't know where you been.
Kristy Earl: [screaming] Fuck you!
Mick Taylor: [as he tries to touch Kristy in an attempt to rape her] Mmm... Mmmm... Mmmm...
Kristy Earl: Get away from me! Fuck you! Fuck you, cunt!
[Kristy spits on Mick]
Ben Mitchell: So, um, where do you live?
Mick Taylor: Oh, I get around, you know...
Mick Taylor: Never know where I might pop up!
Kristy Earl: [screaming at Taylor while she's tied-up] You loser!
[Liz has Mick at gunpoint]
Mick Taylor: Now Lizzy... A rifle in the wrong hands can be you know, really dangerous. So, GIVE ME THE FUCKING...
[Liz shoots him]
Kristy Earl: Someone's got a crush on you.
Ben Mitchell: Yeah, Graham the attendant. I could tell.
Mick Taylor: I'm heading South.
Ben Mitchell: South.
Mick Taylor: Yeah, South.
Ben Mitchell: South.
Mick Taylor: You wanna get North?
Ben Mitchell: Yeah.
Mick Taylor: I'm heading South.
Ben Mitchell: [laughs] Yeah.
Mick Taylor: [laughs] Bit of a bugger!
Ben Mitchell: [laughs] Yeah.
Kristy Earl: [Screaming hysterically] Please, don't kill me. Please!
[Mick fondles with his shotgun]
Kristy Earl: PLEASE! AH!
[Mick casually points his gun at her]
Kristy Earl: Please! Don't kill me! Please! NO! DON'T KILL ME!
[Mick's gun goes off but with no bullet; Mick laughs as Kristy continues screaming]
Mick Taylor: Well, nothing happens when the bolt's open, ya see?
[Mick takes a bullet and places it in his rifle; he clicks the gun]
Mick Taylor: UH-OH!
[Taylor points the gun at Kristy again and fires, but she is not hit with the bullet; it just barely misses her. She continues screaming in fear and Mick laughs]
Liz Hunter: Why would he lie?
Kristy Earl: Because he's a bloke.
Liz Hunter: [screams as she points the gun at Mick] Get away from her!
Liz Hunter: NOW!
Ben Mitchell: I think it'd be cool, you get to go from place to place saying things like 'that's not a knife - this is a knife'.
Kristy Earl: [as Mick Taylor chases her by car] Fuck you...
[Mick drives alongside her car and gives her crazy glances]
Kristy Earl: FUCK YOU!

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