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DOCTOR: Megan, you're around nine weeks pregnant.

I'm happy to schedule a termination

if you're sure that's what you want.

You can piss off now, Jaxon.

I don't need the fucking drama.

(phone ringing) LUCKY: Does he know?

Like, I'm totally going to tell my dad

about my awesome teen pregnancy.

We're looking for someone?

Isn't that, um... BARNEY: Amanda.

One day she just, poof,

emptied the till and that was that.

Oof.

Amanda made those. I have one at home.

I think you're a little bit in denial.

My god! Can you hear yourself?!

Where's your daughter, Lucky?

I'm trying to get home to see her.

DUNCAN: Where's Lock?

What are you going to do? I was thinking maybe I'd kill him.

(GLASS SHATTERS) Argh!

(TYRES SCREECH) Drive! Go!

(TYRES SCREECH) Drive! Go!

Where are we going?

We are going north to Gungardie.

♪ Your boyfriend ain't coming back ♪

♪ Your girlfriends ain't coming back ♪

♪ Your best friend ain't coming back ♪

♪ So, get, get down, get down like... ♪

Thanking you, Chubba.

Go on then.

Huh, how about you pay me last month's rent

and then we'll talk about it?

Fair enough.

Why do they call Chubba anyway

if you're so skinny?

CHUBBA: Different kind of Chub. You know. (PHONE CHIMES)

Oh, yeah I love it! Please tell me right now!

Year 8 swimming carnival at Scotch.

Second division breast stroke.

I was on the starting blocks and...

..yeah.

Must've been the silky fabric or something.

Little fella just popped up to say hello,

and, 'Boom'. That was it.

Chubba. It just stuck.

I bet it did. Well, fuck it.

You're in Far North Queensland now, m'brother.

Every prick and his dog's running away from something.

Yours is a twenty-year-old boner.

(LAUGHTER)

(LUCKY HYPERVENTILATING)

Hey, Mr DJ, y'right?

(THUMPING)

Hey! Hey! Argh! Fuck!

Hey! Hey! Argh! Fuck!

Hey, hey, you're alright.

Let's have one. Let's have one together.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING) (AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Alright, Cairns, are you ready to forget who the fuck we are?!

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

(RECORDING OF A CASSOWARY MATING CALL PLAYING)

What the hell is that?

A cassowary.

'12 Things That'll Kill You in The Daintree'.

After Crocodiles, suicide plants,

paralysis ticks, and feral pigs.

Cassowary? Uh-huh.

"This angry prehistoric chicken will gut you

with it's ten inch medial claw".

Medial? Medial claw.

Holy shit, that's a sheep.

That's it's intestines! That is fucking sick. Look!

Look!

No, I don't want to look. Make it go away.

(PHONE CHIMES)

No, oy. You're driving. Hey, hey, hey!

You're driving. It's the law. That's my... Who is it?

It's just Billie.

What does she say?

"You're so random. How drunk were you?"

How drunk were you?

Lucky?

I don't...

(COUGHS) Oh!

Wow.

What?

I'm pretty sure I'm looking at the words,

“5 sleeps” spelt out in bananas.

Oh, yeah. I did that.

Oh, you also sent Avery like,

a thousand messages, mate.

(GROANS) Mate.

Yep.

Getting pissed by y'self in a cheap motel.

Classy.

(GAGS) Blurgh.

What?

Oh, nothing.

I just got a (GAGS) wave of...

Oh, no. It's...

You've been looking at the phone. Look at the horizon.

No it's cause you smell like

red (GAGS) wine and arse.

I don't smell like arse. (MEG GAGS)

Oh, can you stop making that noise,

you're making me sick.

I'm pregnant, I can't help...

Well, it's not my fault your pregnant.

I'm hungover. Can you stop making the noise?

(BOTH GAGGING)

(BOTH GAGGING)

Just hold on. Can you hold on?

Mm! (GAGS)

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm.

(TYRES SCREECHING) Oh, fuck!

Oh, my god!

(MEG RETCHES)

(LUCKY RETCHES)

(BOTH RETCHING) (KOOKABURRAS LAUGHING)

Are you alright? Yeah.

Alright. OK.

(GROANS) Oh, god. Sweet.

(QUIRKY MUSIC)

(MEG GROANS)

(INAUDIBLE BACKGROUND CHATTER)

I need some Mentos or something.

My breath smells like puke.

Y'might score some biodynamic mint.

(BACKGROUND CHATTER) (DRUMS PLAYING)

Hey. Huh?

Hey. You'll be fine.

Whatever happens, I'm going to be...

(PHONE RINGS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Sorry, it's Avery. It's alright, I'll get it later.

No, take it. Talk to her now.

Are you sure? Yeah, I'm good.

You go for a wander? I'll be... Mm-hm.

Hey, hi.

I'm putting your stuff in storage.

What? Wait a sec, why...

Lucky, is that a conga drum?

A Djembe, I think.

I'm at this gorgeous little market in a town called Gungardie.

You know what? I don't even care.

Come on, Ave, just I'm coming home tomorrow.

Can't we just talk about it then?

What about, Lucky? Hm?

The lying or the drinking problem?

Or is it the secret relationship

with the pregnant teen?

(DISCORDANT GUITAR NOTES PLAY)

Whoa, was that my... Was that my Maton?

If you cared about our relationship

as much as you do these fucking guitars.

It's a 1977 limited edition, babe.

When you get back tomorrow,

you're shit's going to be in 2x2 at Kennards.

So, whatever you've got to say, can you just say it now?

(EXHALES)

(TYRES SCREECH)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(DRUM BEAT CONTINUES)

(CAR DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

(CAR DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

(OMINOUS MUSIC CONTINUES)

(INAUDIBLE BACKGROUND CHATTER)

- (JEWELLERY JINGLING) - (MAN LAUGHING IN DISTANCE)

(OMINOUS MUSIC CONTINUES)

- (BALLOON BURSTS) - (WOMAN LAUGHS IN DISTANCE)

(MAGICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(JINGLING)

(MAGICAL MUSIC CONTINUES)

Hi.

JACOB: Can I help you?

Um, yes...

These are cool. Do you know who makes them?

Oh, we do.

Right, and you're...

We're a poly-spiritual

anti-capitalist intentional community.

Nice. Catchy.

Nice. Catchy.

Yeah, we hold monthly seeding seminars in town

if you're interested.

"'Sowe', nourish, grow".

Sow.

Oh, sow?!

We sow the seeds of enlightenment.

Y'know, if you buy one of those,

they throw in a brainwashing for free.

Geert, can you please...

What? I'm allowed to offer samples.

Puffy poffertjes.

You come visit us, brand new location,

down by the toilets.

Have a lovely day.

Yeah, sorry about him.

Um, where were we?

I'm actually looking for someone,

and I think that she makes these,

and I just wanted to know if you had any information.

Oh, I couldn't help you with that.

Well, she... She...

Yeah, if you've got any more questions,

the seeding seminar's your best bet.

I've given up drinking.

What, since the banana dick pics you sent me at 3am?

Yes.

Well, it's not about the drinking, Lucky.

It's about the shit that you don't talk about

that makes you drink,

that makes me want throw this fucking Maton out the window.

Those windows aren't wide enough to throw a Maton...

Those windows aren't wide enough to throw a Maton...

Lucky, just try not to be funny for one second!

(SIGHS)

Jesus Christ.

I mean, I fell in love with you because you're funny, but...

I thought it was my bum.

It's pathological avoidance.

This wall that comes up every time

anything is asked of you.

I mean, like, whenever I want to talk about,

I don't know, our future,

or, god forbid, kids.

Just this fucking wall.

OK.

Look, Ave...

..there is a thing.

It's about Billie.

Billie? Your niece?

Yeah, well, that's kind of the...

..You know how I've been...

..kind of anxious about her coming?

And Toby was ringing...

I'm sorry...

..You bolted because, what, um...

..You're anxious about a visit

from your 12-year-old niece?

Yeah. Sort of. It's more...

Jesus Christ, no wonder you can talk about kids.

Jesus Christ, no wonder you can talk about kids.

You're barely functional enough

to come up with a decent lie.

It's not a lie.

It's... It's just...

People only have kids because life

is fundamentally meaningless,

and kids are meaning-shaped things

that fit into their meaningless holes.

Well, I'm glad I'm not going to be throwing

any of my ten remaining eggs

into your meaningless hole, Lucky.

(EXHALES)

No, Ave, I was just joking. Don't hang...

(PHONE BEEPING)

Oi, Lucky!

I found something. Come on!

Come on, Fucky. Hurry up.

GEERT: Hashtag TastyPoff.

Post your poff pictures today.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

Five for seven, seven for ten.

No? I respect that.

(BALLOON STRETCHING)

What the? Wait it...

It was right here.

What? It was right here?

What do you...

What do you...

Hey! Wait!

Mate!

(BOAT MOTOR HUMMING)

That is fucking weird.

What now?

Poffertjes.

Awesome.

Goedemorgen. Five for seven, seven for ten.

Those scammers? Why'd you want to know about them?

We're looking for someone,

and I think they might know where she is.

They took her too?

Danke.

Remember to post your poff pictures, hashtag TastyPoff!!

They brainwashed my wife into joining their little cult.

Cult?

Sorry... 'Intentional community'.

Where is this place?

It's up the river, in the forest.

It's like their Ewoks or something.

Could you show us where it is?

Yeah. I can show you the track, but it's rough.

Yeah. I can show you the track, but it's rough.

You'll need a good four-wheel drive.

Meg...

You will be home tomorrow. OK? Sunday latest.

If I don't...

You'll be home with a day to spare. OK? I promise.

She's there. I know she is.

Hashtag Tastypoffs!

(SIGHS)

I don't suppose you'd know

where we can get a four-wheel drive?

('ICE (FLEISCH EDIT) BY FORCES PLAYING ON CAR SOUND SYSTEM)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Do it your way.

Flip it... and hit the latch,

very gently.

(THUMPS) Argh!

Just be careful. Hands. Sorry.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

OK. Let's ride, bitches.

Oppsie daisy!

Ha, okay.

(MUSIC PLAYS ON STEREO)

Who was it you lost?

My mum.

My mum.

Ah... monsters.

(PHONE CHIMES)

How long is this drive?

Ah, three, four hours, depending on the track...

..and the weather...

..and luck.

(VOLUME INCREASES)

('ICE (FLEISCH EDIT) BY FORCES CONTINUES)

Monsters!

OK.

(BIRD CAWING)

So, how was it with Avery?

Fairly terminal, I would say.

Mm.

Does she know you're Billie's dad?

Billie doesn't even know

I'm Billie's dad.

(MEG SNORTS)

Well, bizarrely,

the topic of fathering a child

to my brother's wife, hasn't come up.

You know?

You know?

It's just all this fucking lying that adults do.

You reckon you're protecting people,

but you're just pussies.

Well, you'll find that the truth

get's a bit more complicated as you get older.

(MOCKING TONE) Oh, thank you.

Thank you, Mr Wise Old Wizard Man.

Are you guys OK back there?

You need more A/C? It's dual zone.

Yes, please.

I was thinking that if they do let you in,

maybe you can get a message to my wife, Tammy.

What do you mean, "If"? Oh, yeah.

Well, they are very paranoid about outsiders.

They only need

one weakness to prey on.

With Tammy it was her weight.

I mean she's full figured, you know?

(PHONE VIBRATES)

I mean, we're bakers, for Christ sake!

But she does this course

and they say, you know,

"God wants you to have 1,400 calories a day",

or some twaddle like this.

And fine, OK, I use the wholemeal spelt whatever,

just for her... ANDY (ON PHONE): Hey, darlin'.

Look, I know you're angry... But...

That's not enough.

Suddenly she needs space. There's something

you need to know... about your Mum.

You need to know... about your Mum.

So, here I am. She's left me.

Taken out an AVO,

calling me a dikzak and this and that.

Sorry, what was that?

"Dikzak". It means, 'Fat Bag'.

(INAUDIBLE PHONE CHATTER)

No, the AVO bit.

She took out a restraining order on you?

Yeah. Can you believe it?

Yeah, but why? What did you do?

Emotional abuse, they said.

Can you stop the car?

What, because I cry too loudly?

Geert! Can you stop the car?

I think we need to...

Just stop the fucking car!

Why?

What's going on? Get out. Get out.

I'm getting out.

Shut up for a sec.

(CAR DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

Meg... I have a poop shovel if you need!

I need to get higher. What's going on?

I need reception. It's Dad. Where are you going?

Well, why don't you just...

Careful of the nature!

(MEG GROANS)

Are you OK? I'm fine.

Why don't you just take it a bit easier?

Why?

Well, because you're...

What, you want it to be healthy abortion?

Jesus. No, I'm not worried about that embryo.

Jesus. No, I'm not worried about that embryo.

I'm worried about you.

(BRANCHES SNAP) Argh!

Shit me! Fuck!

Even the plants here are arseholes.

(ON PHONE): There's something

you need to know about your mum.

She, um...

She actually did come back for a bit.

You were six, and...

(ANDY EXHALES)

..The social worker said

that kids can sometimes

block stuff out, or whatever.

Anyway, so, one day,

there she was...

..at the front door, with a bag.

She was happy and clear and...

..It was nice. It was really nice...

..for a couple of weeks...

..'til, I don't know, um...

..Hey, do you remember

when you had the cast on your leg?

Well, one day, I got home from work,

and the place was empty,

and the place was empty,

and the Toyota was gone.

And I thought, you know,

maybe she's taken you out

for an ice cream.

But then...

..then the cops called.

She'd come off the road, flipped the car,

just south of Coongoola,

And she was trying to take youse...

..from me.

I mean, you... You were all OK,

except for your bleeding, but.

Anyway...

..I should have told you before.

It's just... Call me back, yeah?

(HANGS UP PHONE) (MESSAGE BANK BEEPS)

Meg.

We should go.

(BIRDS TWITTERING)

Go where?

(SOLEMN MUSIC)

I just remember it was itchy.

The cast. I had to...

..scratch it with a chopstick.

It's kinda funny how you and me

are only here right now cause of two car crashes.

Well, probably heaps of others we don't know about.

Anyway it's a foetus.

What?

Well, I'm nine weeks pregnant..

..So, it's officially... a foetus.

It's not... an embryo.

Right.

DUNCAN: Lucky! Shit!

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Lucky!

(SPEAR GUN CLICKS)

I know you're out there!

I don't even know them.

Lucky!

If you don't come down right now, I swear to god,

I'm going to spear this guy in the fucking leg!

(GASPS) I just make poffertjes.

(WHISPERING) Lucky, what did you actually do to this guy?

(WHISPERING) Nothing.

(WHISPERING) Nothing.

Nothing much.

(SPLASHING) (GASPING)

I thought you said

it was a couple of pounds.

Yeah. 'A couple' means two.

Yeah, not always.

Yes, always.

As in, "Look at that lovely couple holding hands".

As in a rhyming... couplet...

So, if you say, "See you in a couple of minutes”

you're literally gone for two minutes on the dot, are ya?

No, but says we've got to collect

a couple of pounds of methamphetamine,

I'm expecting two fucking pounds of it,

not whatever the fuck this is!!

(GRUNTING)

Well, whatever it weighs,

it's a couple of months' debt paid off for you, isn't it?

(LUCKY GRUNTING)

You smuggled meth?

No. Lucky!

Well, technically, yes.

Now!

I'm going to count to 40,

and if you don't come down straight away...

Wait, wait... Why 40?

Huh? Why 40?

Because 30's too quick. I thought about it.

He might be ages away.

Then why not five minutes, or something?

Then why not five minutes, or something?

Have you ever counted to 300, you dipshit?

It takes, like, forever.

No, no. It would take five minutes.

Sixty seconds... and that is it!

(WHISPERING) You have to help him.

You have to go down there.

That guy is abusive.

His wife took out a restraining order on him.

For crying!

That's what HE says.

Duncan's here because of you. Go!

Don't you victim blame me.

I'm drug smuggler-blaming you!

Fine. Fucking fine.

But you go back up the hill.

Call the cops.

No, they'll take, like, two hours to get here!

Have you got a better idea? Yes. Go!

No you go.

Go!

I'm not fucking moving. Go.

46... 46...

..45...

..44...

..43...

..42, 41.

OK, OK, I'm here, I'm here. I'm here...

Duncan.

G'day, buddy.

It's been a while.

What was that?

What was that?

What?

Is that...

(POLICE SIREN)

Oh, shit!

Come on. Go take it, take it...

No, no, no, no.

I can't swim.

What do you mean, you can't swim?

You're always fishing.

Yes, from a fuckin' boat!

(SIREN)

MAN OVER SPEAKER: This is the police.

Stay were you are!

Don't move!

(SIREN WAILING)

Lucky...

Lucky!

I spent 26 months in that jail because of you.

To be fair, you were trafficking class A drugs.

Not so much as a fucking day visit

or a phone call.

And do you know what's really funny,

like, LOL, fucking hilarious?

Every week night when I was inside,

guess what we all used to watch?

(SIGHS)

Channel 9, 7:30, every night, like church.

'Precinct Seventeen'... 'Precinct Seventeen'?

With Avery Mae. (SIGHS)

And then one day, I'm having a poo,

And then one day, I'm having a poo,

flicking through some TV mag,

and there she is, Avery Mae,

and lo, there next to her

is your stupid fucking traitorous head.

I mean... (LAUGHS) Come on!

Dunc, I am sorry I left,

but I had to. OK?

You had to. Right. Got it.

It's true. I had a daughter.

Oh, bullshit. I did.

I do.

You're lying.

I swear, I can show you a photo.

Oh, yeah? Then how come I never met her?

She lives in Perth with her mum.

Look, here, this is her.

She's playing footy.

AFL. That is not football.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

She has your eyes.

You reckon?

So, you abandoned her too then, hey?

No.

It's tricky.

It's tricky?, Is it a little bit tricky?

Do you know what else is tricky?

Prison.

Prison.

Prison's fucking tricky!

(CREAKING)

Hey, what can I do to...

..to make it up to you?

Reparations.

Reparations?

Yeah, the Pajero.

I'll take that Pajero.

No, it's my Pajero. It's his Pajero.

Oh, shit!

What I needed was a mate and I thought we were friends!

We are... friends.

Whoa! Whoa!

(GRUNTING)

No, no, no, no, no!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

You people are insane!

No, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

You've got our stuff! Motherfucker!

I saved your life, you dikzak!

Your bananas!

Fuck, you arsehole!

Oi!

No, you fucking don't. OK, OK.

Don't you move! Oi!

No! No! No! No! No! No! You come back here!

Come here!

Duncan!

(MEG PANTING)

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

Come here!

Duncan!

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

Oi!

(GRUNTS)

Don't do it!

Oh, so we're all fucking swimmers, are we?

Duncan!

Come on, mate. Let's just...

You know what?

Guys like you need to be held accountable

for their actions.

You're right. OK. You're right.

I... I...

I fucked things up and I run off.

I... I... I... I leave so that

I don't have to deal with the aftermath.

No!

People.

You fuck people up.

Yeah.

People. You're right. So...

..And I need to learn my lesson.

So, why don't we just sit down

and we can talk...

(SPEAR GUNS DISCHARGES) (LUCKY GRUNTS)

(LUCKY GROANING)

(LUCKY GROANING)

Well, let's... Let's call that even.

(LUCKY GASPING)

(RAPIDLY DEPARTING FOOTSTEPS)

Fuck!

(GROANING) Fuck!

(WHIMPERING)

Meg! Meg!

('UH OH' BY CHILDREN COLLIDE PLAYING)

Captions edited by Ai-Media ai-media. tv

♪ Uh oh ♪

♪ I made a booboo ♪

♪ Tried to see through the voodoo, you do at night ♪

♪ Like an emu ♪

♪ Scratching round in the outback of my mind ♪

♪ Uh oh... ♪

♪ Uh oh ♪

♪ You're the mistake that I always wanna make again ♪

♪ You're the mistake that I always wanna make again ♪

♪ Uh oh. ♪