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broke it in half and he never even fell over. They fired at me.
    WALKER : That’s a bit rude.
    RYAN : I took off.
    WALKER : Can’t say as I blame you.
    RYAN : Swam the Murrumbidgee and burnt my clothes in someone’s incinerator.
    WALKER : How scientific.
    RYAN : I got into my bed at home with my underpants on.
    WALKER : Good thinking.
    RYAN : When the jacks called, Mum said I’d been asleep all night. How could they prove otherwise?
    WALKER : You could’ve got three years for that.
    RYAN : Yes, I’ve always been tinny, haven’t I?
    WALKER : I’m English. I came over by boat.
    RYAN : Then you’re a practising masochist.
    WALKER : All the world’s a prison.
    RYAN : And all the prisoners merely dickheads.
    They light smokes.
    I don’t know what’s wrong with me. People help me and I betray them. I don’t think anyone in Balranald will cry for me. But if I was up there they’d take me in. And you. That’s how it is in the bush. My old lady and old man used to be cupboard drinkers. They’d prop me up all night sipping ten-bob horror. I suppose it was like TV. I think of them. I suppose I love them.
    WALKER : I think Wingy was the best of the lot. We’re all Wingy, aren’t we?
    RYAN : The Murrumbidgee. Clean, faithful. Like Dorothy. Before we got greedy. I fucking wished I’d married a tram conductress.
    WALKER : Sleep, mate. It’s late. In the morning I’ll shout you a root.
    RYAN : Goodnight, mate. Are we in trouble…?
    Slow fade to black.
    POLICE RADIO : Possibly Walker will head to Footscray area re a Bobby Coleman of 11 Primrose Street Essendon who he threatened when he gets out. Woodend Road block. Seen nothing. No luck on train.
    RYAN : What a lot of fuss.
    Musical bridge—Mozart music interlude fades to Sunday tea at Dorothy’s parents’ mansion, Mr Harold George’s residence. Posh. Mozart. MRS GEORGE . MR GEORGE . DOROTHY sipping broth at 7:00 p.m. Seven gongs. Then GOUGH , the butler, presents beef broth for three. All politely sip soup.
    DOROTHY : What would occur if broth arrived at one minute past seven?
    MRS GEORGE : [ sipping her broth ] That would be the end.
    MR GEORGE : What did you do after work, my love?
    MRS GEORGE : I don’t have to work. You’re a Mason.
    MR GEORGE : I mean what did Dorothy do, darling?
    DOROTHY : Well, I work with you. I don’t know what you mean, Father.
    MR GEORGE : How is your young man going. Ron, is that it?
    MRS GEORGE : How common Ron is. Who ever heard of Ron? It sounds incorrect.
    DOROTHY : He makes wheels for Olympic Tyres, Mother.
    MR GEORGE : We need wheels. You can’t roll anywhere without them. I immensely like Ron.
    DOROTHY : [ kissing her father ] Good on you, Dad.
    MR GEORGE : [ feeling the kiss from his happy daughter ] Good on me, Dad.
    MRS GEORGE rings GOUGH for broth removal.
    MRS GEORGE : Off broth, Gough!
    GOUGH picks up broth cups, exits silently.
    MR GEORGE : [ staring after GOUGH ] I like Gough.
    MRS GEORGE : Where does Ron abide, dear?
    DOROTHY : In heaven, Mother.
    MR GEORGE : Our darling Dorothy is certainly smitten, Mother.
    MRS GEORGE : Olympic Wheels and walking back to Footscray. I have the gravest doubts about this human. Darling, why couldn’t you obtain a sweet and suitable young accountant named Ian? I have always trusted Ians. They are as reliable as rain.
    MR GEORGE : And equally depressing. I loathe Ians. Ians aren’t much chop at building hearses. I have let go several Ians.
    Lights go out, Mozart up, DOROTHY out. MR and MRS GEORGE stare at each other.
    [ To himself ] It’s hard to know what to say when you live like us.
    Courtship scene with RYAN and DOROTHY . They are strolling along the Yarra Bank. Yarra Bank birds are heard splashing of the water.
    DOROTHY : Mother thinks you’re a larrikin.
    RYAN : I honestly do not know how she has formed that opinion. I have always liked her.
    DOROTHY : The clothes don’t