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    JIMMY attacks and they engage in a ragged brawl. After a moment they separate and circle one another. JIMMY takes his coat off.
    JIMMY : Awright, come on, come on.
    SAM : Stop it, you hear me? And none of your bitin’.
    FRANK : I’d better go, Mrs Millimurra.
    MILLY : Yeah, awright.
    FRANK stands.
    FRANK : And thanks for the really nice meal.
    MILLY : That’s all right. Eh! Cut it out, you two.
    FRANK : Tooroo!
    FRANK leaves. JIMMY and SAM are locked together, cursing each other. CISSIE and DAVID rescue the bike from under their feet. JOE blows his nose and looks for blood on his sleeve.
    GRAN : Don’t you hit him, SAM .
    SAM : I will if he bites me.
    GRAN : I’ll stop you two fellas.
    She charges at them, grabbing both by the hair and pulling viciously. They separate and she falls on her backside. MILLY laughs.
    MILLY : Aw, Mum, you’re cruel.
    JOE goes and tries to pick her up. SAM seizes his chance and sits on JIMMY , who thrashes about helplessly.
    JOE : Granny, git up, you’re getting dirt all over you.
    GRAN gets up with help from JOE .
    JIMMY : Who do you think you are, fuckin’ Jack Johnston?
    SAM : You think you’re fuckin’ Jack Dempsey.
    GRAN : I’ll stop youse, I’ll stop youse.
    She takes her wahna stick and gives them both a solid poke in the ribs. They separate and get up, reluctantly.
    [ To SAM ] Now git off him. You know he’s weern koort minditj .
    SAM : He ain’t sick in the chest, he’s sick in the bloody head.
    JIMMY crawls for his coat, then for the bottle. MILLY beats him to it.
    MILLY : This is real fightin’ stuff, eh? Real fightin’ stuff.
    She pours it onto the ground. JIMMY sits, head between his knees, and groans.
SCENE FOUR
    The Police Station and lock-up, Northam, night. Two separate cells imprison JIMMY and SAM . The SERGEANT and CONSTABLE put possessions into drawstring bags and record their contents. Beside them stands a bottle of port, nearly empty.
    SERGEANT : Munday, James Emmanuel.
    CONSTABLE : One mouth organ, one length of binder twine; tobacco tin, Wild Woodbine; one book, Lasseter’s Last Ride , eightpence halfpenny.
    SERGEANT : [ inspecting the bottle ] Port. Who got it for ’em?
    CONSTABLE : [ laughing ] They’re not sayin’.
    JIMMY takes out a mouth organ and plays ‘Home, Sweet Home’.
    SERGEANT : Be that bloke camped down the goods yard. I’ll check with publicans and pick him up in the morning…
    [ Nodding at JIMMY ] Thought you took that thing off him.
    CONSTABLE : [ picking up a bag ] I did, it’s here.
    SERGEANT : Musta had two of ’em. Get it off him.
    The CONSTABLE walks down to JIMMY ’s cell
    CONSTABLE : Give me that instrument.
    JIMMY : This ain’t a hinstrument, it’s a mouth organ.
    CONSTABLE : Hand it over.
    JIMMY : You already got one.
    CONSTABLE : Give it here.
    JIMMY : I gave you me other one.
    CONSTABLE : Just bloody-well hand it over.
    SAM : Give it to him, gnoolya , baal nooniny barminy .
    JIMMY relents and pokes it through the door. The CONSTABLE returns and puts it in the bag.
    JIMMY : Bastard.
    CONSTABLE : Two mouth organs. Wish I knew how to play one of these.
    JIMMY picks up the toilet bucket.
    JIMMY : [ calling ] Eh, Sergeant! Sergeant!
    SERGEANT : [ to the CONSTABLE ] See what he wants.
    The CONSTABLE walks to the cellblock doorway.
    JIMMY : [ calling ] Sergeant!
    CONSTABLE : What do you want?
    JIMMY : Tell your boss the koomp bucket’s got a hole in it.
    CONSTABLE : [ to the SERGEANT ] He reckons the piss bucket’s got a hole in it.
    SERGEANT : Bullshit; he can’t aim straight.
    CONSTABLE : There’s nothing wrong with it, you not aimin’ straight.
    The CONSTABLE returns to the bench.
    JIMMY : [ calling ] I’m aiming straight, all right. I’m a good shot. I can knock a rabbit’s eye out at a hundred yards, and I could blow the sergeant’s head off with a three-oh-three at six hundred, bloody