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I'm coming home tomorrow.

Can't we just talk about it then? What about, Lucky?

The lying? Or the drinking problem?

I'm actually looking for someone and I think that she makes these.

Oh, I couldn't help you with that.

Hey, wait! Mate!

They brainwashed my wife into joining their little cult.

Could you show us where it is?

Monsters!

ANDY: There's something you need to know about your mum.

She did come back for a bit.

DUNCAN: Lucky! I know you're out there.

I swear to God I'll spear this guy in the fucking neck!

No, no, no!

Motherfucker!

Come here!

(COCKS GUN) (MEG GASPS)

Guys like you need to be held accountable for their actions.

(FIRES ARROW)

Fuck!

(SCREAMS) Meg!

(SCREAMS) Meg!

(CAR ROLLS ALONG ROAD)

(TYRES SCREECH)

(LOUD CRASH AND BREAKING GLASS)

WOMAN: Meg! Matty!

Please! (WOMAN CRIES AND SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

MATTY: Meg?

WOMAN: I'm so sorry!

MATTY: Meg!

WOMAN: Meg! Matty!

Meggles?

(CAR METAL CREAKS)

WOMAN: I'm so sorry!

YOUNG MEG: My leg hurts.

Lucky!

Hello!

(MEG EXHALES)

Lucky!

(VOICE ECHOING) Lucky!

(MEG EXHALES)

(CRICKETS CHIRP, BIRDS CAW)

(TYRE CHAIN CREAKS)

(BIRD CAWS AND FLUTTERS)

(TINKLING)

(TINKLING AND RATTLING SOUNDS)

(TAP SQUEAKS)

WOMAN: Oi! (EXCLAIMS)

Hope you've got strong guts.

(TAP CREAKS, WATER GURGLES)

I mean, we drink it, don't we, but we're used to it.

They're our bugs.

Gee, you lost a boot.

Unless... (CHUCKLES)

Ya found one.

Have a seat, why don't ya.

Not that one, that's mine.

(TAP SQUEAKS ON, WATER RUNS)

Eugh!

Meg!

(LUCKY GROANS)

Fuck!

Eugh! Ow!

(LUCKY STRAINS)

(LUCKY STRAINS THEN WHIMPERS)

(LUCKY GROANS IN PAIN)

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit.

Got a name?

Meg.

You don't look like a Meg.

Squirrel. What?

Just Squirrel.

Like Cher or Rasputin. (CHUCKLES)

Hope you take milk. Yeah, thank you.

Don't thank me yet. Could be poison.

You've gotta watch out these days. (CHUCKLES)

We could be cannibals for all you know.

We're not but we could be.

We're not but we could be.

Or cannonballs, human cannonballs. (CHUCKLES)

If they still have 'em. No, don't suppose so.

Health and safety and all that.

You get fired on the spot the nowadays.

Where are they now, all those shooting stars?

Here, fire 'er up.

Night's comin' and my babies too

and we want it nice and crackling when they do.

Now... (GROANS)

Where are you supposed to be, you little bugger?

(LUCKY GASPS FOR BREATH)

Meg! Eugh!

(ANIMAL GRUNTS AND SHRIEKS)

What the fuck is that? (ANIMAL SHRIEKS AGAIN)

A fucking Cassowary?

(GUNSHOT) (LUCKY SCREAMS)

(BIRDS CAW AND TAKE FLIGHT)

(BIRDS CAW AND TAKE FLIGHT)

(GUNSHOT)

(MORE GUNSHOTS)

Eugh!

MAN: Oops.

That's not a pig.

SQUIRREL: Ah, piccies.

Who's that then?

My Mum. Oh.

So, she gone to find peace, has she?

A little piece of peace.

I bet she has. (CHUCKLES)

Off with the barefoots.

Up the river.

Up the creek to find a paddle. (CHUCKLES)

Barefoots?

Yeah, we watch 'em go by, don't we.

Yeah. Pilgrims and suits and pale women.

Up the river they choof, all battered and bruised,

searchin' for someone to take their skins off 'em.

Tryin' to escape but needin' a big ol' wire fence round 'em.

But now here comes girly, eh?

But now here comes girly, eh?

Mama's got progeny hot on her heels.

You come to save her? Eh?

Or to tell her what for? A comeuppance.

Or come-downance. Or what have ya.

What happened then, eh?

D'ya go overboard, eh?

Fell off ya boat, did ya?

Lucky and I, we...

I got lost.

You're telling me you got lost, you silly goose.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, it snakes, see? The river up here.

It twists and turns.

You get turned round in no time.

Sun's goin' down, you don't know which way's up.

You won't find your Lucky tonight, girly.

He might be hurt. Night's comin'.

Nothin' you can do. Facts is facts.

So pop in there, clean yourself up.

Grub'll be here soon.

And put that lot on.

(LUCKY GROANS IN PAIN)

(THUMP) Eugh!

(THUMP) (WATER LAPS AGAINST BOAT)

I'm Bec. This is Quiet Colin.

I'm Lucky.

Colin, he wants to apologise for mistaking you for a pig.

(COLIN GRUNTS)

(GASPS) (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

So, you got a spear in your tit.

Not a great place for it, eh?

Let's have a fuckin' look, shall we?

No. Just please...

Give it a twist. What?

What!

Oh, alright.

No! Fuck! Get away from me!

It's got a barb.

It's... (PANTING IN PAIN)

(SNIFFS)

Jesus! What the hell is that?

New batch.

Pretty nasty, huh?

Hey. Don't be a hog.

(PIG GRUNTS NEARBY)

Meg? Meg! Eugh!

Meg? Meg! Eugh!

♪ Highway number nineteen ♪

♪ The moon's shining bright ♪

♪ She's been in my dreams ♪

♪ If it's ever gonna happen ♪

♪ It'll happen tonight ♪

♪ Talk to me talk to me ♪

♪ Tell me what you gonna do ♪

♪ Come to me come to me ♪

♪ Are we gonna see it through? ♪ (SQUIRREL SINGING ALONG)

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ So you got a reputation... ♪

Is this us?

Well, I dunno who else we could be.

(SQUIRREL MUMBLES ALONG WITH THE SONG)

There are no roads.

The river's a road.

Yeah, you know what they say, the only way out is up.

Or is it death?

Or through.

Eugh.

The only way out is...

Oh, I never remember.

Aren't you lonely?

Me? (LAUGHS)

I'm not alone.

Nope.

I've got m'books, got m'music.

I miss Gerald

and Parsnip.

But I still got my babies. Still got my angels.

(RATTLING OUTSIDE)

(BOAT BANGS OUTSIDE)

Speak of the devils.

Mum! Check out what we got.

Just a little sow but she'll be gorgeous.

(PIG THUMPS DOWN)

We got this bloody...

Lucky. Lucky!

Lucky! Meg.

What...? Oh, shit.

SQUIRREL: What have we got here? (MUSIC TURNS OFF)

Oh, shit. Oh, he's got a spear in his tit.

Yep.

(SIGHS) Has it got a barb?

It's got a barb. Mmm.

It's got a barb. (LUCKY GROANS)

What does that mean?

Well, you know what they say, don't you?

The only way out is death. What!

I mean up.

Shouldn't we take him to the hospital?

(SCOFFS) No hospital.

(BEC BLOWS A RASPBERRY) Hospital?

Well then, what do we do?

(STRAINS) Don't you have a phone?

Christ, he's dense!

Or like, an emergency radio or something?

SQUIRREL: Just keep him upright. That's the ticket.

SQUIRREL: Just keep him upright. That's the ticket.

Hold his arms out.

Not up, out. Like Jesus.

That's it. Nice and wide.

Like Jesus on the cross with a spear in his side.

Only in our case it's his tit.

And this spear, this one's got a barb

which I don't suppose the Romans had.

We'll have to look it up.

Well, girly, we know what they say, don't ya...

The only way out is...

Eugh! Through.

(SPEAR CLATTERS ONTO FLOOR)

Eugh!

(THUNDER CRASHES)

(METAL ON ROTARY GRINDING)

BEC: Ahh, first set of tits you've seen in a while, hey, Colin?

(COLIN GRUNTS)

Thank you, Colin.

But are these... What are...

What are these?

Painkillers Mum got 'em. You need a prescription and shit.

Right. Maybe I shouldn't have... They'll make you feel better.

Are you sure? I wouldn't wanna...

I've got no use for 'em anymore...

I've got no use for 'em anymore...

Not since Parsnip died.

Parsnip?

BEC: A croc took a chunk out of her foreleg.

We tried to save her but...

Parsnip's a horse?

Does it hurt?

Yeah, it fuckin' kills.

Are you OK? Well, I lost one of my Docs

and I'm dressed like Bob the fuckin' Builder

so what do you reckon?

And the pig's lookin' at me kinda funny.

I meant about your dad's voicemail.

(BEC SIGHS) Youse are lucky, eh?

How's that?

We're gonna do a supply run tomorrow anyway so we can drop youse in town.

No, no, it's all good. We don't need to...

Thank you, that'd be fantastic.

Here we go!

Here you are. Thank you.

Hey! No grub without grace.

BEC: Mm-hm. (SQUIRREL EXHALES)

You got a grace for us, girlie?

What about you, Jesus?

What about you, Jesus?

Lucky.

No, I don't believe in anything.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(MOBILES TINKLE)

It's funny how they say that you put an edge on a knife.

You know, when we sharpen it.

You're not putting anything on, you're taking it off.

Every time you sharpen it, you're removing microscopic pieces of it.

A tiny little bit of destruction

so that it can be the best version of itself, every time.

So it can move through what it needs to move through

with the least resistance.

Amen.

(RAIN PATTERS)

(CUTLERY AND PLATES CLANK)

Can you not?

What?

What?

("I'VE BEEN AROUND TOO LONG" BY MARMALADE PLAYS)

What!

Raise.

I'll fold.

Yes! Drink, bitch. Drink, drink.

Drink, drink, drink, drink.

Yeah! (LAUGHTER)

ANDY, VOICE ECHOING: One day, there she was.

And she was happy and clear and it was nice.

YOUNG MEG: Why?

Well, she just is, Meggles. She gave birth to you.

(MOBILE TINKLES)

What's "gave birth"? Well, um...

You know how babies grow in ladies' tummies?

Well, you grew in Linda's tummy.

But Linda doesn't know me.

How did she get me in her tummy?

Come on, mate, you're supposed to be asleep.

I'll explain it all tomorrow, right?

Is Linda staying?

Well, do you mind if she does?

No.

She's got nice eyes.

She does.

But she's not my mum.

(MUSIC BLARES)

Just deal, ya dickhead.

I need to piss.

(BEC LAUGHS)

(THUMP) Whoa!

(BEC SNORTS) Towny blokes are such pussies!

(MOCKING) I live in the city.

I shave my balls but I can't handle a few drinks

and a couple of horse tranquillisers.

I don't shave my balls. Yes, you fuckin' do.

I wax them. (BEC LAUGHS)

(SQUIRREL STRAINS)

(SQUIRREL GROANS)

(SQUIRREL BLOWS A RASPBERRY)

(SQUIRREL BLOWS A RASPBERRY)

Are you one of them tree turtles?

(SQUIRREL CHUCKLES)

Teetotals? Mmm?

I am pregnant.

(LAID-BACK SONG PLAYS ON TAPE) (CRICKETS CHIRP)

(SQUIRREL GRUNTS)

In our day we used to drink the whole nine months.

Whole nine yards.

All nine holes.

Never did our babies any harm.

(BANGING AND LAUGHTER) BEC: Ow!

Eugh! Well.

Yeah, I don't reckon I'm gonna go the whole nine yards.

That why you wanna go and see your mama, eh?

Doesn't look like I'm doing that neither.

Mmm.

Well...

she's not the one you're lookin' for.

BEC: Oi! LUCKY: Hey, whose is this?

(HIGH PITCHED VOICE) Whose is this?

BEC: Oh, fuckin', here we go. Here we go.

Oh, mate, he thinks he's Bono.

Yeah, no. Fuck Bono.

(MUSIC ON TAPE STOPS ABRUPTLY)

You talk any more shit about Bono,

I'll cut off your balls and turn 'em into a little coin purse.

OK.

(COLIN SNARLS)

Go on, then.

(LUCKY PLAYS AND SINGS) ♪ Just like a child ♪

♪ You've made up your mind ♪

♪ You make it look easy ♪

♪ To leave me behind ♪

♪ To leave me behind ♪

♪ You're crossing a bridge ♪

♪ You're crossing a line ♪

♪ You hold out your heart your hand ♪

♪ You change the plan ♪

♪ And call yourself a man! ♪

(GUNSHOT)

♪ But I ain't no little girl... ♪

(COLIN COCKS RIFLE) (GUNSHOT)

♪ No I ain't no little girl ♪

♪ I won't cry I won't beg ♪

♪ I won't plead I won't pray ♪

♪ I won't ask you to stay... ♪

(GUNSHOT)

♪ Just walk on by ♪

♪ And leave me alone... ♪

(SONG CONTINUES FAINTLY)

(GUNSHOT)

LINDA: Please, please, please, Andy.

ANDY: You can't. LINDA: I just wanna say goodbye.

Can I just say goodbye, Andy? Please.

Look, maybe in a few months, alright?

It won't be a few months.

(CRUTCH CLATTERS)

Oh, hi. Hey, baby girl.

How's your leg?

Itchy.

But everyone signed it.

Well, that's good. That's good.

Sweetie, I'm going away for a bit now

and I just wanted to say that...

I love you, always.

(APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS CRUNCH) (LUCKY CHUCKLES)

It's funny, isn't it?

What? What's funny?

What? What's funny?

(SLURRING) Like you were saying, the ink lines.

It's like the sins of my past have caught up with me and...

(LAUGHS) now we're here.

It's funny.

Yeah, it's fucking hilarious. Yep.

This probably is for the best though. You know that.

That we have to go back 'cause...

You know, 'cause your mum...

was so fucked up.

You're fucking gross when you're drunk.

And fucking pathetic.

Like, do you know how pathetic it is?

At like, 50 or whatever?

And to be fucking miserable

unless you're pissed or you have people looking at you?

Like, you take a clap from a pig hunter over an actual...

Like, you take a clap from a pig hunter over an actual...

(SLURRING)) You're being logically furious with me right now.

I don't know why you're being so... Because you're giving up!

You said you'd help me. We don't have a choice!

I have a hole in me

and we don't have a car

and my phone doesn't work

and I don't have a fucking clue where we are.

And sometimes things just don't work out the way you want.

You have to know when to fold.

Fold!

Mate, well, you're the fucking expert on that, aren't you?

(CRICKETS CHIRP)

(RECEDING FOOTSTEPS)

"You'd rather take a clap from a pig hunter."

"You'd rather take a clap from a pig hunter."

That is a lyric.

I should write that down.

(FOOTSTEPS ON BOAT RAMP)

(OUTBOARD MOTOR COUGHS)

(OUTBOARD MOTOR SPUTTERS BUT DOESN'T START)

(MEG STRAINING) What the fuck?

(MEG STRAINS)

(OUTBOARD MOTOR SPUTTERS)

(MEG GIVES A BIG STRAIN)

Oh, great. Brilliant. This is...

This is an excellent plan. Fuck off.

You're gonna steal that nice old lady's boat.

I'm borrowing it.

I know what you're doing, Meg.

You think, now you've got me wrapped around your little finger

you think I'm gonna come with you

'cause you think that I'm not gonna let you go off on a boat by yourself

in the night in a crocodiley river

while you're pregnant.

I don't want you to come.

Oh, well, that's handy because guess what?

(MEG STRAINS) I'm not coming.

Good. Piss off, then.

OK. Bye. See ya.

Yeah, go play drinking games with you mates. You fucking legend.

I just want to go home.

Then why are you still here?

(EMPTY FUEL CAN CLATTERS)

You're a fuckin' psycho.

And you're a fucking traitor.

Fine.

(MOTOR SPLUTTERS AND DIES)

(MEG STRAINS) (MOTOR STARTS)

Meg.

Whoa!

(THUMP)

Fuck! Jesus.

What the...? Just... Just turn.

We're going back, Meg. Just give me the...

Get off! Ow!

Eugh! Fuck!

(MEG STRAINS)

(LUCKY GROANS)

Great. Thank you.

(WATER LAPS AGAINST THE BOAT)

(MEG SIGHS) (LUCKY EXHALES)

(BIRD CAWS)

Meg?

Look at me.

Did you hear what your dad's message said?

Did you understand it?

She came back.

She... (SCOFFS)

She came back and almost killed you.

Jesus, Meg, mate, what do you think is waiting for you up this river?

If by some miracle we find this fucking place,

do you think you're gonna

do a slow-mo flower petaled run into each other's open arms

and sing a duet?

It's... It's brutal but you have to understand that...

she doesn't wanna meet you.

And mate, I don't understand why you would wanna meet her...

'Cause fuck her!

Because why shouldn't she have to meet me?

Why does she not have to face me?

Why does she get out?

I... I... I have to carry all this crap

and she just gets to bail and live in the fucking trees?

No.

Her son's dead. OK?

And I'm, I'm fucking tired.

So she's gonna have to carry some of it. Fuck her.

And fuck you!

And fuck Dad.

And fuck all you fuckin' useless self-obsessed fucking liars.

You fucking coward.

I feel so sorry for Billie the day that she finds out

that her real dad is such a pathetic piece of shit.

(MEG BREATHES DEEPLY)

(OWL HOOTS)

(WATER LAPS AGAINST THE BOAT)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(SOUND OF CHILDREN GIGGLING)

(MEG GROANS)

(CHILDREN GIGGLING)

(WHISPERING) Lucky! Lucky, wake up.

(WHISPERING) Lucky! Lucky, wake up.

You're seeing that too, right?

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("BIRDS EYE VIEW" BY MARDI WILSON PLAYS)

♪ You know that I try so hard ♪

♪ It's not something that I hide ♪

♪ You see that I am so tired ♪

♪ It is written inside these eyes ♪

♪ When we get high when I wanna see a birds eye view ♪

♪ The roads that I've taken and the places I've passed through ♪

♪ What if I've been running in circles? ♪

♪ What if I've been running in circles? ♪

♪ I feel like I've been chasing my tail ♪

♪ If I didn't know me if I didn't know me ♪

♪ I think I'd look lonely I seem so alone ♪

♪ And if I didn't know ♪

♪ Would I say I struck gold? ♪

♪ Oh-oh ♪

♪ You know I go solo ♪

♪ When I am flying high ♪

♪ I see my life through a bird's eye ♪

♪ And there's no change in sight ♪