Colin and Drew stared at the trunk in silence.
"You open it," Drew eventually mumbled.
"Me? Why me…you noticed it, you open it," Colin scorned and thrust the keys into Drew's hands.
"I'm not opening it…I'm too sensitive to look at dead bodies," Drew insisted and gave the keys back.
"Oh and you think I want to?" Colin snapped.
"You might get a kick out of it," Drew shrugged.
"I'm not opening it," Colin hissed.
"Well neither am I," Drew huffed and crossed his arms.
"Fine we'll drive around with a corpse in the trunk all day…I can't wait until it starts to smell," Colin retorted.
Drew looked slightly green. "Fine, I'll open it," he muttered and snatched the keys from Colin.
Drew slowly slipped the key into the lock and turned it. They both turned away as the trunk popped open.
Colin turned around first and couldn't believe what he saw. He nudged Drew who turned around with his eyes still closed.
"Is it gross?" he asked.
"Not really," Colin replied.
Drew opened his eyes. "Man, it’s a kangaroo," he breathed.
"A big kangaroo," Colin nodded.
"Do you think they ran over it?" Drew asked.
"I think the bullet wounds in its chest would suggest not," Colin sarced.
Drew mumbled something under his breath.
"I suppose we should get it out of there…dump it amongst the trees," Colin sighed.
"I am not touching that," Drew cringed.
"Well I can't carry it," Colin scorned, pointing to his injured leg.
"I'm not touching it," Drew insisted.
"It’s dead…it’s not going to attack you, there's no maggots falling out its butt…yet," Colin mused.
Drew turned an unmistakable shade of green again. "NO," he managed to spit.
Colin let out an annoyed sigh and looked from the trunk to Drew, to the trees and back at the trunk.
"Fine we'll do it together," he grumbled and leaned his walking stick against the car.
Drew still looked horrified but together they managed to lug the large marsupial into the trees. They chucked a few leaves over it and then headed back to the car.
"I want to wash my hands," Drew whined.
"Well there is only one source of water here and it's not from a tap," Colin mused as he grabbed his walking stick and shuffled back into the car.
"That's disgusting man," Drew scorned.
"What? NO," Colin hissed, "the radiator you stupid yank," he added.
"Stupid yank!" Drew gasped.
"Sorry, heat of the moment," Colin smiled as Drew wandered to the front of the car. "Not," he added with a snigger.
"He's gone…I can't find him anywhere," Wayne announced as he stormed back into the restaurant.
"Where the hell could he have got to?" Greg said to no one in particular.
"Maybe Ritza caught him and is holding him hostage," Chip babbled.
"Brad's not that stup…yeah, could have happened," Ryan sighed.
"What are we gonna do?" Wayne asked.
"Well I suppose dinner and dancing is out of the question," Greg mused.
"Can't you take anything seriously?" Chip gasped.
"Charles, I hardly think Brad being gone a couple of hours is a sign that he's now slowly rotting in a shallow grave," Greg sarced. "Mind you were are in Australia and people do have a habit of dying here," he added.
"So what are we gonna do?" Wayne asked again.
"This really screws things up…do we search for Brad, continue the hunt for Colin or look for Drew?" Ryan breathed.
"We could split up," Greg suggested.
"That's not a bad idea…me and you can look for Col and Wayne and Chip can go after Brad," Ryan perked.
"Hey, do we get a say in this?" Chip asked.
"NO," Ryan and Greg said together.
"Wayne?" Chip asked looking over at Wayne.
"What? I'm easy," Wayne shrugged.
"So I've heard," Greg giggled.
Wayne shook his head and gave Greg a small smile.
"Sorry…you set me up nicely," Greg perked.
"OK then…we'll take you guys back to the city and you can pick up another rental car and look for Brad," Ryan nodded, getting to his feet.
They paid the restaurant bill, piled into the car and headed back to Sydney.
"Well it's big…and it’s a dish," Brad announced as he stood leaning against Ritza's car and staring at the Parkes satellite dish.
"It’s bloody impressive, that's what it is," Ritza stated.
"It’s in the middle of a field…there are sheep," Brad mused.
"They keep the grass down," Ritza shrugged as her phone rang. "I've gotta take this," she announced and walked a little way before she answered.
Brad listened as best he could.
"Hello…you've done what? You idiots…I don't know why I employ you. What do you mean stranded? Well I'm not coming to get you…I'm busy…call Jack…I don't care if it’s his day off. No I don't want you to meet me…I'm fine…besides you two are dead shits when I catch up with you. Yes I mean it, ok…ok…if you're still there by tonight I'll come. Yes…now fuck off," Ritza snapped the last words and ended the call.
"Problems?" Brad asked casually.
"Nothing I can't handle," Ritza breathed.
"Employees huh?" Brad jeered,
"Soon to be unemployees I think," Ritza mused and rejoined Brad leaning against the car.
"So what do you think of it then?" Ritza asked after she'd obviously calmed down.
Brad looked at Ritza. "Very beautiful," he smiled coyly.
"Australia?" she added.
"You think I meant something else?" Brad asked.
"Didn't you?" Ritza smiled.
Brad raised an eyebrow and kept his coy smile. "So, what are you showing me next?" he asked.
Ritza shook her head. "You…are interesting," she mumbled. "Are you hungry?"
"Starving," Brad nodded.
"For food?" she added with a giggle.
"I just said I was…oh…OH," the penny dropped and Brad began to fluster.
"Come on you dag…I know a good restaurant," Ritza laughed and got into the car.