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(woman on stage) G'day, Melbourne! How the fuck are ya?

(crowd cheering and whistling)

Baby! You nervous about the trip,

it's still like a week away.

Eight days.

Then why be interested in what Avery thinks about you

getting it on with Mary Doyle?

But I didn't do...

The point is that you gave them a story.

- Get off me! - Give me the fucking camera!

- (knocking on door) - No!

Hey, dickhead. Miss me?

You told me that she was overseas

but she's been in Queensland this whole time.

Meg, you can't show up after four years,

and just expect me to hop on a plane with you.

(camera shutter clicking)

(camera shutter clicking)

(Meg) OK, it will take two days, tops. I promise.

Oh, it didn't take long, hey?

This one's a bit young though.

(grunts)

(baby Meg crying) (Linda shushing)

(baby Meg continues crying) (Linda shushing)

(Linda) Sshh, sshh.

(Linda sighs)

(baby Meg continues crying)

(Linda) Shush!

(Linda exhales)

(baby Meg continues crying)

(Matty) Mum?

Yes, Matty?

(Matty) What's wrong with Meg?

(baby Meg continues crying)

(Andy) Darl? You got the bub?

Yeah, I'm just doing her bottle.

(microwave beeping)

(sighs)

(inaudible background chatter) (microwave humming)

(baby Meg continues crying)

(crying echoing)

(microwave beeping)

(musical tones play over the pa system)

(pa announcement) This is a boarding call

for Flight EH-545 to Brisbane.

We will begin boarding in a few minutes at Gate 47.

(inaudible background chatter)

(phone number pad clacking)

(bag zipping)

I'm gonna look at headphones.

(music tones play over pa system)

(announcement over pa system) We would now like

to invite our priority passengers to board from Gate 47.

You can et 'em if you want.

My shout.

Honestly, just get them.

I'm looking for more expensive ones.

I'm looking for more expensive ones.

(chuckles) Oh, fuck

No, look, It's a one hour flight.

Please, it's so fluffy. Please!

Come on.

(suspense music playing)

- Shit. - What?

Oh, don't worry about it. Let's go.

No, there's heaps of time.

Sorry, mate.

Nah, they're boarding. I heard them.

Meg, we have the join the end of the queue.

Hi.

Sorry, ma'am, I'll need you to move to the back of the line.

I'm from Karingunna, and it's my first time on a plane,

and I'm just really nervous, so, um...

Youse don't mind, do you?

Sorry, it's her first time on a plane.

It's like a mentor-y thing.

(computer beeps)

Brisbane here we come.

Yeah.

- (Lucky) What was that about? - (Meg) Queues are for pussies.

Glad you haven't outgrown the gendered slurs.

People who say "gendered slurs" are cunts.

(pa announcement) All passengers on Flight EH-454 to Brisbane.

♪ Tell her give it to me right now, tell her give it to me right now ♪

♪ Uh, uh, uh ♪

♪ We ain't need to turn the lights out ♪

♪ We ain't need to turn the lights out ♪

♪ Uh, uh, uh ♪

♪ Tell her give it to me right now, tell her give it to me right now ♪

♪ Uh, uh, uh ♪

♪ We ain't need to turn the lights out ♪

♪ We ain't need to turn the lights out... ♪

Why not? It's a pub, it'll be open.

Because it's eleven o'clock and the Valley

will be heaving of vomiting bogans looking for a fight.

And besides, you're under age. They won't let you in.

They'll let me in with you. (elevator dings)

Meg, I've had three hours sleep

and I'm on my second hangover of the day.

I just need to go to bed.

So?

I was on an overnight bus for seven hours sitting next to some dude

who thought the 'Greyhound Magazine' was sending him satanic messages,

but I'm not having a whinge.

Are you 520?

Yeah.

After you.

I'll leave my phone on.

So, just call me if you need... anything.

I don't have your number.

You used to.

Yeah. You changed it.

Oh. Yeah. I forgot.

I think I still got yours. Unless...

No, it's the same.

Give me.

Legend.

Are you OK?

Yep.

See ya.

You just waved it in front of...

That?

Yeah.

(electronic lock buzzes)

It's good to see you.

(electronic door lock buzzes)

(distant chatter)

(pensive music playing)

(pensive music continues)

How'd you figure out it was this pub?

That's the post code.

And then I Google-stalked to find a building that looked like it.

I can only read "four-zero".

That's the whole of Brisbane.

Yeah. Yeah, it took fucking ages.

You say she worked here?

Yeah, she has an apron.

(Cherry) Oh, yeah.

No, sorry, she's unfamiliar.

I've been here nine years.

That's before they repainted the balcony, so it's pre-2011.

Looked nicer the old way, I reckon.

Oh, Christ.

Don't you have, like, employment records or something?

I mean, if she was a casual, she coulda been paid in cash.

But I'll have a look. What's her name?

Linda Adams.

Or maybe try her maiden name? McCaffrey?

(door opens)

(door clicks closed)

- What? - 2010?

2010. You said you found these a week ago.

I did.

And you said that this was a recent...

I said, "Most recent".

It's 12 years ago, Meg.

People don't work in pubs for 12 years.

Well, I didn't know the photo was that old.

Well, I didn't know the photo was that old.

And Stan at the 'Gunna Hotel' started there in 1961!

Look, I understand how much this means to you,

but you're gonna have to forgive me for being a tiny bit pissed off

that you're dragging me on another wild fucking goose chase.

I'm not. I didn't know.

(Cherry) Morning, Patrick.

Sorry, love. No Adams, no McCaffreys.

Sorry about that.

(door closes)

While you're there...

Whattaya having?

Um, lager. Whatever.

Just something without 'Boutique' in the name.

Actually, Patrick might know.

- What's that then? - (Lucky sighs)

Don't suppose you recognise this one?

Yeah, I do remember her.

(chuckles)

She wasn't here long, and she was pretty quiet.

(beer pouring)

Oh, god. Now, what was her name? Um...

Linda?

That's it! Linda. Yeah, Linda.

No idea where she got to.

I remember Kaylee Pascoe.

Who's that?

Who's that?

Kaylee, the other bird.

(chuckles)

She wasn't staff, she was a regular. Very regular.

We did AA together in the end.

It sticks for some.

(sighs)

She was pretty wild back in the day...

but now she's a bloody saint.

Ended up down at St Abigail's, looking after my uncle.

(chuckles)

Still there, as far I know.

Kaylee that is, not my uncle.

Hundred and three he made it to.

(chuckles)

Got a letter from the queen and all,

and he reckoned he wiped his arse with it!

Which is a good story,

but I'm pretty sure he kept it in his drawer.

Not long after that it was Kaylee wiping his arse.

- (Lucky) Thank you. - (Patrick) Bless 'er.

(door opens and closes)

(tense music playing)

(Lucky) I hate these places.

(Meg) Why? Oldies are hilarious.

You understand that it's very likely

they're not going to be still be in touch, right?

Twelve years is a long time.

Some of us have been in the same place for seventeen.

I just don't want you to be disappointed.

Just take a seat. Kaylee won't be too long.

(background chatter, coughing and phones ringing)

Oh! You're here!

Hello.

And I thought it was Tomatoes.

Sorry?

I thought it was Tomatoes again, but it's you.

Jan! It's not Tomatoes! It's a show.

Jan! It's not Tomatoes! It's a show.

- (Jan) What? - (Val) A show! A concert!

Oh a concert! Lovely! I thought it was Tomatoes.

So sorry, I think there's been some sort of mis...

Kaylee won't be too long. She'll be out in a minute.

Hetty, darling, be a total bloody sweetheart

and fetch that mag for me, will you?

(Hetty) Mm-hm.

(Val) No, not that one, the crappy one.

See?

Oooh! I love that Grant Bunning. Sexy.

Not him! The hairy one. See?

That's him.

Mrs Plunkett, this gentleman isn't here to play a concert.

My arse he's not.

Because if I have to watch 'Fried Green Tomatoes'

one more time,

I'm going to set fire to this fucking place.

- (Meg chuckles) - (Val) Excuse my language.

I heard you on 'Radio National' podcast.

You were quite good.

Thank you.

Barry! Concert!

You just turn that thing off right now.

I don't really do...

Oh, sweet boy.

Oh, sweet boy.

Just go over to that piano and play us a song

so that us old buggers have a few minutes of distraction

from our interminably boring

bowel-grumbling stumble towards death, will you?

Try not to bitch about it.

I'll be in the front row.

(woman) It's a concert.

(Kaylee) Hello, I'm Kaylee.

You guys needed something. - (Meg) Hi.

Um, I'm Meg Adams, and I'm looking for my mum, Linda.

Well, we only have one Linda. And her kids are...

Oh, no sorry, she's not, like, an inmate. Um...

She's... Um...

That's you, right?

You're Meg.

Yeah.

Shall we have a cuppa.

(piano playing)

(Lucky) (singing) ♪ Once in a while ♪

♪ Will you try to give one little thought to me? ♪

♪ Though someone else may be ♪

♪ Nearer your heart ♪

(continues to play piano)

♪ Once in a while ♪

♪ Will you dream of the moments ahead... ♪

(inaudible singing continues in distance)

He's not your dad, though.

No, he's um... He's my godfather.

He's lovely.

Yeah, when he's doing this.

When he doesn't have a piano, he's pretty annoying.

(Kaylee chuckles)

When you get sober, it's hard to go back.

You're not supposed to go back.

It's hard for me, to look at this, because I...

Are you sure you want to know all this?

Yeah, please. If you don't... If you don't mind.

(Kaylee) OK.

So, Linda was really unwell when I met her...

So, Linda was really unwell when I met her...

and I wasn't much help.

We weren't exactly what we needed for each other.

But, I adored her, though.

Your mum was, um... very depressed.

Do you understand that?

Yeah.

But she talked about you all the time, about you and your brother

and about how she was going to get well and go home.

But she struggled with that.

Mostly because the only way she knew

how to deal with the sadness was with...

it doesn't really matter, but... not just booze. Yeah?

Yeah.

She worked at the pub for about two months.

About a year after that,

she, um... she had a really bad...

She...

Sorry.

It's OK.

Your mum ended up in hospital.

That's what made me start going to meetings.

I'll always remember that.

It's the best thing that happened to both of us in a way.

She started seeing a counsellor, she got clean.

My group told me not to, but I saw her one more time.

Actually... Here.

(exhales)

She was so beautiful that day and she was happy.

She said she was going home...

to you.

She didn't.

(sighs) I always wondered.

But she wanted, you said.

It's all she wanted.

(pa announcement) Code Blue in Iris Wing.

Code Blue.

Bugger. That's me, I'm afraid.

I'm sorry I don't know more.

Thank you. That was...

lovely. - Thank you.

(sniffing)

Oh, um, Meg...

Yeah?

She wasn't 'Adams'. She was 'Johnson'.

She wasn't 'Adams'. She was 'Johnson'.

I don't suppose that will help, but...

(Meg) Thank you.

(Lucky) Meg, I just don't think you're going to find her online.

I mean, there'll be hundreds of Linda Johnsons.

Thousands.

And anyway, from the sounds of things she wasn't... isn't your...

a post-pictures-of-your-labradoodle kind of person.

(Meg) Mm-hm.

(Lucky sighs)

Look, I have to go back to Sydney, Meg.

Like, now, today.

- (Meg) Mm-hm. - (car beeps horn)

Meg.

(Meg) Mm-hm.

Look, I said I'd help you, and I did. OK?

And I get how badly... I get it. Alright?

But you're not going to find her on Facebook.

She could be anywhere, Meg.

She could be in Port Hedland or, fucking Peru.

She could be dead.

Can you just shut the fuck up, Lucky?

(Lucky) Fuck.

Yeah, I had the red wine. And the white wine.

And one of the little vodkas.

And the chocolate-covered peanuts.

Meg did you have anything from the minibar?

- Nah. - Could you...

Um, could you sort us a taxi to the airport, please?

Thanks.

(hotel worker) Hi, there. Can I just get a taxi to the airport...

Meg.

Mm?

Let's go. (tense music plays and intensifies)

(Meg) Oh, my god!

(Lucky) Oh, fuck me! - (Jaxon) Sorry, bro.

Jesus, Jaxon. What the fuck?

Sorry. I was just... worried, you know?

Who's this?

Sorry. I'm Jaxon, with a 'X'.

(Lucky) Jax-on.

Yeah, Meg's boyfriend.

Ex.

(Lucky) Hold on.

Are you stalking her?

Oh, settle down, Lucky. How did you find me?

'Find My Friends'.

No, I switched that off.

No, you switched off 'Glympse'.

Shit.

Look, Meg, I'm just worried about you.

I don't want to put any pressure on you either way,

but I just wanted to be here. - Jaxon.

But I just wanted to be here. - Jaxon.

- Besides, besides... - (Meg shushing)

It's not just your decision.

It's both of ours. - Shut the fuck up.

Hold on. Sorry. Hold on.

Are you... Meg...

Are you pregnant?

Whatever.

Are you fucking kidding me? You're pregnant?!

I'm seventeen and I live in Karingunna!

Of course I'm fucking pregnant!

Ooh.

So much conditioner.

What?

- (zipping) - (phone beeps)

(electronic beeping)

No, sorry, we need two to Bourke and one to Sydney.

Right, and you're going to...

Hey, I think you guys might want to have a look at this.

I'm Flynn, and I'm going to Sydney.

And Manu and Adams are going to Bourke.

(ticket clerk) Right, go it.

So, we have one to Bourke, and two to Sydney.

No, sorry.

I need two to Bourke and one to Sydney.

Yes, but we have one to Bourke and two to Sydney available. OK?

Yes, but we have one to Bourke and two to Sydney available. OK?

(Jaxon) Hey, you guys want to have a squiz? I think...

Holy fucking shit!

Holy shit, Lucky!

I told you so.

(phone rings)

OK, we're just going to need one minute.

That's her only post.

Just that photo. Uploaded July... 2014.

Just give me a minute.

Avery, are you alright?

(Avery) (on phone) No, I'm not alright.

(Lucky) What?

- (Avery) Have you seen the video? - (Lucky) What video? I haven't...

I said, you guys might want to take a look.

(Meg) (on recording) Of course I'm fucking pregnant!

Oh, shit. No. OK, right.

That is absolutely not what it, obviously, what it seems to...

(Avery) ...wrecks my reputation.

I get that, but I didn't know people were filming. I know...

(Avery) It's my career you're ruining.

- I know it's your... - (Avery hangs up)

Fucking shit-itty.

Cairns! Cairns! She put a place of work in her profile! Some farm!

What about Cairns? (clerk typing rapidly)

Plenty of seats to sunny Cairns.

Lucky, we have to go!

(ticket clerk) So, three tickets to Cairns?

OK, no! Stop! Just stop!

Look, Meg, I did what I said I was going to do,

I brought you to Brisbane.

OK, but my life is falling apart, and I have to go home now.

OK, but my life is falling apart, and I have to go home now.

And you have to get back to your dad and stop avoiding your... problems.

- Oh, you can talk. - What does that mean?

So, one ticket to Sydney?

Please... one more day.

Meg, you don't understand.

Even if I wanted to, which I don't,

I can't go to Cairns.

I don't go to Cairns.

(Meg) Why the fuck not?

(loud music playing) (crowds cheering)

Too sticky.

Lucky, sit down.

- No, I don't want to sit down. - Mm, yep.

Just sit down for a second. Come on.

Thank you. Thank you.

- I don't want to... - Lucky, sit!

I am begging you for your help for one more day.

We've come this far... - No, no, no. There is no way.

And every time you say,

"There's no way", there's been a way.

Please.

Meg, do you understand how far north Cairns is?

I'm sure they have sunscreen in Cairns

and I will buy you a nice big sunhat. Just...

Come on. One more step.

Come on. One more step.

- (Lucky sighs) - (Meg) For me.

Come on, for old time's sake.

That is not the sell you think it is.

(tones playing over the pa system)

(inaudible announcement over pa system)

(sighs) I'll do you a deal.

Yep?

We go to Cairns this evening, but...

tomorrow morning, before we do any Linda-chasing,

we find a family planning place and you talk to a doctor.

Deal?

Deal.

- (Lucky) (sighs) Fine. - (Meg) Fine.

(Meg chuckles)

- Oh, and one more thing. - Mm?

You're absolutely not taking old mate.

('Dreaming' by Scribe playing)

(crunching)

Pringle.

♪ Check it out, one two ♪

♪ Hey, yo, hey, yo ♪

♪ I came a long way since back in the day ♪

♪ From a teenager trying to make a rap in this way ♪

♪ From a teenager trying to make a rap in this way ♪

♪ Ever since I was a kid I had something to say ♪

♪ Rocking mics was a dream I didn't care about pay ♪

♪ I sacrificed late nights and going out with my friends ♪

♪ Just to stay home alone with my pad and my pen ♪

♪ Had my eyes on my prize, my mind on my goal ♪

♪ As I carved these rhymes out ♪

♪ With my hear and my soul ♪

♪ I didn't have a CD, all I had was a tape ♪

♪ On the dole through my flow was my only escape ♪

♪ From a world where they didn't want to see my prevail ♪

♪ Didn't want to see me take it all ♪

♪ They'd rather see me fail ♪

♪ Its like ♪

♪ I was down and out ♪

♪ Struggling ♪

♪ Wondered how I'm gonna make it through ♪

♪ I got a dream, I got a dream ♪

♪ Holding old ♪

♪ I'm gonna hold on ♪

♪ I can't let go 'cause I gotta make it come true ♪

♪ Hey, yo, I got a dream to make it big in New York ♪

♪ Give up the drugs and alcohol ♪

♪ I didn't want to distort my vision to be living life to the full ♪

♪ And I wouldn't of made it I f it wasn't for you ♪

♪ You picked me up every time that I fell ♪

♪ When I was going through hell, you told me that I would prevail ♪

♪ You said I had exactly what it took to be great ♪

♪ You said I had exactly what it took to be great ♪

♪ That I was young and in future would a man I would make ♪

♪ It's like you saw something in me I couldn't see ♪

♪ You said I would succeed and be anything I wanted to be ♪

♪ I'm 23 and I just want to be me ♪

♪ I want to be free want to be everything I can be ♪

♪ But I don't have many choices ♪

♪ Can't afford to be wrong ♪

♪ All I do is try to stay true to the words of my song ♪

♪ Just don't hesitate and wait too long ♪

♪ 'Cause like a dream when you wake up it's gone... it's gone. ♪

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