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♪ Sorry, baby, I don't care for... ♪

We have agreed to let her fly over.

I swear, we will cancel the trip. You can't do that.

They might be interested in what Avery thinks

about you with Mary Doyle. You are such a child sometimes!

(knock at the door) No!

Hey, dickhead.

That's mum. She's been in Queensland this whole time.

You can't show up after four years

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

Brisbane, here we come.

Hello. I'm Kaylee. That's you.

Linda was really unwell when I met her.

(baby cries)

Oh, my god! Oh, f...

I'm Jaxon, with an X.

I'm 17 and I live in Karingunna. Of course I'm fucking pregnant.

I'm 17 and I live in Karingunna. Of course I'm fucking pregnant.

Holy shit. Lucky, what about Cairns?

Just stop. My life is falling apart.

I'm begging you. Come on, for old times' sake.

That is not the sell you think it is.

♪ Mmm ♪

♪ Don't lie to me, woman... ♪

(woman) Oi! Mikey Mike.

(loud talking and laughing)

Mikey! Mikey Mike, Mikey Mike.

(slurring) Here, Mikey Mike. I want another drink.

(smash) (man) Whoo, hey!

(woman) Ooh!

I broke it. (Bartender Mike) Jesus Linda!

(Linda) Sorry, Mikey.

I don't think you need another drink, sweetie.

What you need... Don't tell me I have to have water.

Water can suck my dick.

I could not agree more, darl. Ooh-ooh.

You got 40 bucks on ya?

(Linda exhales)

What's your name, lovely man?

What's your name, lovely man?

You can call me Duncan.

(bank notes rustle) What's your real name?

Duncan.

(patrons talking loudly in background)

(Linda) Don't you fuckin' touch me!

What do you think you are, fuckin' God's gift or something?

You fucking... Settle down.

Fuck head!

Eugh! (thump)

(onlookers) Whoa!

(birds caw)

(Lucky) I used to work there.

Oh. Topless barmaid?

(Lucky chuckles)

No, I was actually a DJ.

"DJ Lucky." Bet that was fuckin' cool as.

Actually "DJ Lock" and I was incredibly cool.

Mm-hm.

I used to live just round the back with this drug-dealing plumber

and a dish-pig with a trust fund.

Mm.

Good times. Hey.

Even if you weren't pregnant this'd be a stupid habit.

Mmm. It's not a habit, it's a choice.

Mmm. It's not a habit, it's a choice.

(clicking) Can I have it?

That's even stupider.

(Jaxon) Jesus, Meg.

Come on, it's our turn. It's my turn, OK?

You stay with DJ Lock.

Maybe you can like, drop a banger or whatever.

DJ, eh?

Cool.

(woman) Sexually active?

Really?

Yes, really.

Are you? Yes.

Oh, good on ya. Hashtag-me-too.

When was your last period?

Um...

Shit like, a couple of months ago.

A couple? You mean two?

Yeah, a couple.

Sweet vag.

Would you know who the father is?

He's not the father. You can't be a father to a clump of cells.

Well, let's have a look, shall we?

Well, let's have a look, shall we?

Up you pop.

Better get a fucking lollipop after this.

And then my Aussie grandad, who I barely even knew,

he passed away and left the farm to Mum,

so yeah, we just packed up and moved.

I was like, 14 at the time or something

and I'd only been to Australia once before.

Bro, it was hell, eh, when we first got here...

(message received beep)

Everyone just keep giving me and my dad shit

about our accents and whatever

but then I started playing seniors when I was 15 and a half

and, you know, that shut them up a little bit.

But anyway, yeah, I only knew Meg as this angry chick

the year below me at school,

who only showed up half the time.

(message sent beep)

Then she started working Saturdays at the bakery

and she was actually funny as.

(keys click)

You should just call her.

Thank you, Jaxon.

Got kids? (message sent beep)

Nieces and nephews. Oh, true? How many?

(message received beep) One.

One nieces and nephew? Yes.

OK. (Jaxon breathes deeply)

OK. (Jaxon breathes deeply)

You want to? (message sent beep)

What? Have kids?

What, with you?

Oh!

Nah, nah.

(message received beep)

(foetus' heart beats rhythmically)

(doctor) OK. You can pop down now if you like.

So, Megan, you're about nine weeks pregnant.

Do you understand?

It's a healthy foetus. You're a healthy young woman.

There's no reason why this wouldn't be a healthy baby.

I'm happy to schedule a termination if you're sure that's what you want.

But because it is not a medical emergency,

the soonest I can get you on the list is four days away.

So, take that time to have a think.

Talk to your loved ones. Talk to your mum.

Talk to your loved ones. Talk to your mum.

(little scoff)

(approaching footsteps)

(Jaxon) Meg. Yo, Meg!

You gonna unlock it or... (car beeps unlocked)

How did it go?

(Meg whistles)

You can piss off now, Jaxon. What?

OK. Look, I'm really grateful that you're concerned about me,

and you're a really nice guy but you can go back to 'Gunna now.

But I just... I know. I know. OK?

And I appreciate it. It's just I'm here to look for my mum.

And I don't need the fucking drama. Hey?

Airport please, mate.

Airport please, mate.

Can we at least talk ab... Come on.

You're in a rush to get back to your stupid life, remember?

(loud grinding music plays over system)

That's annoying.

Do you wanna talk about it?

Yeah, I do.

You shouldn't change the volume on someone else's music.

(music becomes louder)

Look at the fucking road.

(music becomes softer)

You are so annoying.

OK, fine. Fine. Whatever.

I'm nine weeks pregnant

and she's happy to kill it for me but I've gotta wait four days.

OK?

OK. Mm-hm.

OK, when we get back to Sydney, I'll... (phone rings)

OK, when we get back to Sydney, I'll... (phone rings)

(phone continues to ring)

Does he know?

(Scoffs) Yeah, like I'm totally going to tell my dad

about my awesome teen pregnancy.

We could like, draw up an abortion plan together.

You know, I could have it in a pool.

Jesus, you are bleak. I'll name it Abe.

Short for Abe-bortion. Fuck!

You know they have a heartbeat?

Yeah, from like, six weeks.

What the fuck is that about?

Amazing.

Fucking gross. I've got two hearts in me.

Where did you put the... Where's the jerky?

(bag rustles)

How long we got to go?

How long we got to go?

Hey, Siri... (computer beeps)

How far is it to Barney and Barb's Banana and Llama Farm?

(Siri) Barney and Barb's Banana and Llama Farm

is approximately 87 kilometres away.

(toy squeaks)

(bell dings and toy squeaks)

(bell stops)

They're actually alpacas but llamas sell better.

(chuckles) It's the rhyme, Barn says.

The bananas are definitely bananas though, so no dramas there.

Oh, you're wanting a tour.

Oh, no. No.

Actually, we're looking for someone

who might have worked here a very long time ago.

Linda Johnson. Eight or nine years ago.

We get a lot of workers through, darl, but...

Barn!

Barney! (Barn) Oh, yeah, I'm coming.

That's her on the left. Yeah, right.

Hey, Barn, is that, um... Isn't that, um...

Hey, Barn, is that, um... Isn't that, um...

Oh, yeah. What was her name?

It wasn't Linda, was it?

Yeah, no, not Linda.

Yeah, no. Manda. Oh, of course.

Manda. Yes.

But... Well, yes, we do remember her.

Yeah. Afraid we do, rather.

So, how do you know her?

Oh, I don't. She's my mum.

She didn't say anything about kids. We didn't know she had kids.

She was a... Um... She...

(Barb makes nervous sounds)

Smoothie?

(alpaca hums)

She'd be fine for a bit

then go into Cairns for a night with the pickers and disappear...

(chuckles) for days sometimes.

Days. Yeah, I told Barb we ought to get rid of her...

But I thought she was on the right track but then one day after about,

what would it have been?

About four. Three or...

Four or five months. ..four months she just...

Poof. Emptied the till and that was that.

Poof.

Poof.

Broke Barb's heart.

Did a bit. It wasn't the money, really.

I mean, I knew she had troubles but I just...

I don't know. I thought we were helping.

She ran the canteen the last couple of months.

So creative.

Barn was rather partial to her parmigiana.

Oh, I loved her parmi.

And before that there was only the schnitty.

She came along and revolutionised everything with the parmigiana.

What's the difference between a schnitty and a parmigiana?

Well, the parmi's just got your tomato

and then it's got your ham and cheese on top of it.

Oh, jeez!

That's been there so long I've stopped seeing it. Of course!

Manda made those things, didn't she, Barn? Oh, sorry. Linda.

Can I... Do you mind?

No, here, allow me.

You should keep it.

(tinkling)

We have one at home.

It's really clever. Mmm.

Didn't know she made them.

(gasps)

Are you alright? Mm. Yep, I'm OK.

I just shouldn't have... (gags) I shouldn't have had all that jerky.

(Meg vomits) Oh!

Eugh!

(Meg continues to vomit)

(Meg splutters)

(animals bleat and hum)

(beep of car unlocking) There you go, son.

Oh, no, no. We're fine for bananas. I've got the undies and the hat.

Full of magnesium. Good for your nausea.

And the potassium stops you feeling angry.

Ten bucks, thanks.

Honestly, you're saving about 20 bucks right there.

Only if I was planning on popping to the supermarket

and buying 80 bananas. Exactly.

And buying 80 bananas. Exactly.

Thanks.

Aw! Come here. Give us a hug, darl.

Thank you for this.

Um... You said that she would like to go out on the town.

Do know where she went?

Oh, I suppose the Grand View Hotel. Right, Barn?

They used to do eight-buck steaks of a Friday.

But it's changed owners now.

It's all just NRL and pokies.

You know the Grand View?

No. Yeah. I know the Grand View.

Ahh, good-oh.

Thank you. Thanks, Barb. Thanks, Barn.

(car beeps)

Enjoy those nanies.

Oh, dear.

(edgy music)

(car doors shut)

Come on.

(car engine starts)

Yeah. Yeah, Dunc, it's Carl, mate.

Yeah, nuh, all good. Yeah.

You won't fuckin' believe who just showed up here at Barb and Barn's.

(Meg) When I was little, I used to think,

imagine if everyone was leaving like,

a trail of like, coloured ink or whatever.

A trail of like, coloured ink or whatever.

And you could take a satellite photo of the earth

and see where everyone has been their whole lives.

Like, all the times you were just around the corner from a celebrity,

or all the times you walked past a murderer,

or when you like, bumped into someone

that you later became friends with.

And the bit between your bedroom and the bathroom

was just like this dark splodge.

And me driving away from Karingunna four years ago

and you from Sydney, and our trails

getting closer and closer and closer and then...

(screech and crash)

And then our lines became one line for a while.

Maybe a new colour while they mixed.

And then, you know, we...

Or, OK, what if elements left trails?

Mm-hm.

And you could see where like, a magnesium in one of those bananas

had been like, starting at the Big Bang or whatever

and ending up in a hire car

with a hairy old dude and a pregnant fuck-up.

You reckon it's disappointed? Are you disappointed, bananas?

We're going to the airport, Meg.

She went to the Grand View Hotel. You could have met her.

But I didn't.

We're getting closer, Lucky.

They said she might have gone to the Grand View Hotel years ago

and that it's changed owners. You heard her.

Whatever. You go back to Sydney. Mmm?

Mate, I'm not leaving you here by yourself.

(scoffs) You don't get to tell me what to do, mate.

Well, someone has to. I just... I... I...

Well, someone has to. I just... I... I...

I think you're a little bit in denial, actually about...

(Meg turns up volume of grinding music)

Honestly...

I don't think you're dealing with being pregnant at all

and I don't think you get that...

Mmm. I don't think you get that your mum is probably...

I mean, she changed her name everywhere she went.

You have to face up to the fact... Oh, my god! Can you hear yourself?

You are such a hypocritical fuck-stain!

You reckon I'm not facing up to shit?

Where's your daughter, Lucky? I'm trying to get home to see her.

Don't shout at me! I'm not shouting.

You started shouting at me. It's a red light, Lucky.

Yeah, yeah. Are you gonna stop?

(tyres screech) I can see it. What the...?

Don't get out of the car. Meg.

Hey, hey, hey. Come on.

I'm sorry, OK? No.

(car horns toot) Look, go away. I'm not your problem.

Just get in the car. What are you doing? Don't touch me!

(horns blare) Help!

What's going on?

(horns blare) The hell is wrong with you?

(man) You right, love? Yes. Thank you, mate.

(woman in car) Get off the road, dickhead. Hurry up!

Eugh!

Eugh!

(tyres screech)

(ship's horn sounds)

(indistinct chatter)

You can't eat that in here. Sorry. Oh. Um... Can I get a lemonade?

Do you know this lady?

No. Sorry. I'm not a local.

Has anyone worked here for a long time?

I think the manager's been here six months.

Thank you.

(jet engines whine)

(edgy music)

(keys clatter into box)

Hello. Could I get a drink in here?

This place used to be pumpin'.

(bartender) What'll you have? Draft, thanks.

Now it's like a hospital waiting room.

(beer pours)

I'm Duncan.

(voice message beeps) This is Meg. Don't leave a message, obviously.

You're still here.

Oh, hey. Yeah, there's only one flight a day.

Boarding soon though. Where's Meg?

She told me to fuck off.

She'll do that.

She's planning on having it, by the way.

The abortion, I mean. Sorry.

Oh. Right.

Phew.

I knew she would.

I just didn't want her to have to do it by herself, you know.

(announcer) Flight BH959 to Bourke is now boarding.

You know, it's not like we were going to be together anyways.

Meg, man, her brain is just fierce as. You know?

She needs, I don't know, someone to wrestle with, I guess.

That's not me.

Anyways...

Chur ma bro. Take care, Jaxon.

(indistinct announcement)

Pick up, Meg.

(phone vibrates)

So, where's your boyfriend?

I don't have a boyfriend.

Well, your sugar daddy then.

Your bloody special uncle. Whatever he is.

Where's Lock?

The bloody guy you were with today at Barn and Barb's. Where is he?

I don't know. I don't really care.

(phone rings) Hi, Ave. I'm...

(Avery) Please tell me you're at the airport.

Yeah, I'm at the airport. I'm gonna be in Sydney by seven.

Do you even realise that what you do actually affects other people?

I know. I'm sorry. We had this whole drama at a llama farm.

How am I supposed to explain a pregnant teenager to myself,

let alone my mum? Wait, did you say llama?

They were actually alpacas.

No, I'm sorry, I am coming. I promise. I'm literally boarding now.

Well, what's your flight number? I'll come pick you up.

Lucky... Hold on, Ave. I'm gonna call you back.

Lucky... Hold on, Ave. I'm gonna call you back.

Whoa! Hey, man. Sorry. Where did you get that?

Oh. I got it in Cuba. Hey, I got a tatt too. Check it.

Wow. Wow, that is a brave choice.

I meant the little dangling thing.

Oh. This is from a little market at a stall...

Was it in Queensland? Yeah, definitely it was in Queensland.

A little town on the coast.

What was the name of it? How far up north?

There was this guy selling

these wicked little Dutch pancake thingies.

Um, profiteroles. No.

What was the town called? It's on the tip of my tongue, it is.

Poffertjes! Yeah. It would really mean a lot to me

if you could remember the name of the place.

OK. A, B, B, C, C, D, D, D, E, F, G...

(airline staff) Your boarding pass, please.

Gun, gun, gun... Gungardie! Yeah.

Sir? Most def.

(airline staff) Your boarding pass, please.

I think. Your boarding pass, please?

(suspenseful music)

Can't trust anybody these days. (chuckles)

(Meg gives a fake chuckle)

But Carl, who is a real friend, told me

you were probably heading here and lo and behold, here you are.

You were probably heading here and lo and behold, here you are.

Lo and behold? Yeah.

It's what you say.

Has to be both of them? Can't just be "lo"?

I just need to know where he is.

I told you, Lucky's gone. He'll be on a plane now.

(car key jangles)

(keys rattle)

(Lucky strains)

What did he do to you anyway? He betrayed me.

He nicked my car and he bolted

and he left me to face the consequences of his...

Do you want some pork scratching? I wanna get some pork scratching.

Hey, could we get some pork scratching, please?

Dos. And another Draft and... What's that?

Lemonade.

I'll get these. Oh, thank you.

I'll get these. Oh, thank you.

And I paid the price for his actions because that's loyalty.

Mm-hm.

And because he took too long to get the bloody bag up.

(laughs) Sorry.

(phone vibrates)

(phone dialling)

Who was that? Ahh, it was just my mum.

(phone rings)

Hello? (Meg) Told you, Lucky's on a plane.

What if I don't believe you?

I don't give a shit if you don't believe me. He's gone.

Hello? Meg? And I'm, fuckin'...

I'm fuckin' glad he's gone 'cause not only is he a traitor...

(Lucky, faintly) Hello?

Just like you say, Duncan, he also never knows when to shut up.

I'm always like... Meg!

Lucky, just shut up sometimes, man.

Just know when it's your turn to shut your big fuckin' mouth.

And listen sometimes. You know what I mean, Duncan?

Yeah. What a prick. Oh, fuck!

We were mates, you know. We were housemates.

But he always thought he was better than everyone else,

even though he was a total screw-up himself.

Fuckin' totes! And was he a shit DJ?

Fuckin' totes! And was he a shit DJ?

I reckon it must have been a really shit DJ.

What? No. He was an awesome DJ.

I was a fuckin' awesome DJ.

That's weird 'cause you know, he's got such shit taste in music.

And he's also like, 60 or something.

I don't know about any of that.

All I know is, if I get a hold of him,

I swear I'm gonna, I'm gonna bloody...

hold him accountable. Whoa. Hold him accountable.

Yeah! White guys like him think they can do anything they want.

What are you gonna do about it?

I was thinking maybe I'd kill him.

Or get him to apologise through some kind of mediation.

Or maybe really like, maim him with a knife or something or a drill.

Yeah. There's just something...

maimable... about his face, isn't there?

Yes. I dunno.

He also never texts you with the details of his plans.

So, to know where the fuck he is.

If I were you, I'd just fuck him up.

And...

And dump him out the front of the medical centre.

What's going on? What do you mean?

What's going on? What do you mean?

Give me your phone.

I'm not gonna give you my fucking phone. Wait. Fuck!

Get the f... Who is this? Who is it?

Hello? Who's this?

(bartender) Oi! No fighting.

Eugh!

(tyres screech)

♪ Let's pretend... ♪ Drive. Go. Go. Go!

♪ Like we've done this all before... ♪

You come back here now!

♪ So much wilderness to go and explore... ♪

Really? Maimable?

Yeah, well... (Lucky chuckles)

Where are we going?

We are going north to Gungardie.

Why?

'Cause I'm a fucking idiot, I suppose.

Yep.

Hey!

It stinks of bananas in here.

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