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♪ I'm saying all the things
that I know you'll like

♪ Make a good conversation

♪ I gotta handle you just right

♪ You know what I mean

♪ Let's get physical, physical

♪ I wanna get physical

♪ Let's get into physical

♪ Let me hear your body talk

♪ Your body talk

♪ Let me hear your body talk

♪ Let's get physical, physical

♪ I wanna get physical... ♪

Hello?

It's just me -
Lindy Darwin-Paul.

Always happy
to make a new friend.

G'day, darlin'.

Your money or your life?

Cripes! You're Ned Kelly.

Precious oxygen
rushing from the chamber.

Mirondo rounded on
her five unlikely companions.

Slow down.
I can't type that fast.

They were terrified. Jibbering.

Their scaly visages streaked
with purple discharge.

Oh, uh, hey, how's
the masterpiece coming along?

- Can I read it yet?
- No.

Uh, not just... not just yet.

It's a first draft.
It's not ready yet.

It... You wouldn't
understand it anyway.

No, no, no. No!

Who are you to judge me?

Just want any help with, uh...
with it at all

from a fellow sci-fi
aficionado?

- No, don't.
- Not right now, no.

And it's not sci-fi.

Why must you modern Australians
abbreviate everything?

It's scientifiction.

Now, where were we?

Are you reading those again?

Hmm?

Uh, 'Foundation'. Uh...

Yep, yep.

Just... a stone-cold classic.

Read them all the time.

Until my novel
makes that 'Foundation'

look very shaky indeed.

That's why you're a writer.

Thank you, Kate.

Are you OK? Who's that?

Uh, oh, nothing.

Just... it's... just... spam.

Ha! Uh... Yeah. Yeah.

Anyway,
I wouldn't let the other ghosts

read your novel when it's
ready.

Well, half of them
are illiterate,

and the other half,

well, you've got more culture

growing between your toes.

Oh, gross.

But why? Do you think they
won't like it?

I just think the metaphor's
pretty obvious, Miranda,

don't you?

Your android hero, Mirondo,

is stuck in a spaceship
with five useless aliens,

and you're stuck
with how many ghosts?

Five.

- Four or something.
- Mm.

- One, two, three...
- Mm.

There's... six?

- Five.
- I haven't counted.

I don't see the connection.

Hm. So Shlindi was dancing...

Yes, so Shlindi was dancing
or popping up and down

in her pink and purple
spacesuit as usual, begging for
attention.

Let me take you
all the way back to 1880.

There's me in the belly
of the Melbourne Gaol,

staring at me own corpse,

swinging from
the hangman's noose.

How horrible.

Did you wee yourself?
I've heard you wee yourself...

I'd become a ghost,
an apparition.

You're not finished.

But me torments

were only just beginning.

I was surrounded by
a horde of ghost troopers,

all the filthy coppers I'd
shot,

and I've been on the run
ever since.

That sounds so lonely.

It can be.

And hot.

- Mm.
- And lonely.

Sometimes, darling,
but it doesn't have to be.

With a beautiful sheila
by my side,

me burden would be
a little lighter.

And your guns, do they go off?

No, out of ammo.
I shot my load.

That's OK.
It's nothing to be ashamed of.

Happens to lots of guys.

Do you want to come back
to the house and meet everyone

and maybe, like, see my room
or something?

Nah, I'm a bushranger, darling.
I've got people to rob.

Oh, OK.

Oop.

Well, then maybe
I could stay here

and we could get to know
each other a little better.

Well, I do have a lot
more to tell you about myself.

And I have so many secrets
to tell you about.

- If you could please sit down.
- Sit down and listen.

Yeah, my life was short,

but my life story
was surprisingly long.

Uh... Uh...

Oh, Mirondo, you are very
droll.

Hmm.

Oh!

Oh!

What happened?

Were you surprised by
a plot twist

you wrote and forgot about
and then read and remembered

and then were surprised
that you forgot about it?

What is he doing?

I already told you, Sean.

It's not ready to read... Oh!

It feels like a criticism
of my work.

Oh! This happened to my dad.

I think he's sleepwalking
or he's taken opium.

Your father took opium?

Just once.

Every day.

Oh.

Perhaps we should rouse Kate
before he hurts himself.

No, this happened to my dad
too.

As long as he stays upright,
he should be OK.

Ohhh.

Ah...

He's fine.

Oh! Oh!

Oh, oh!

Oh!

Not fine.

Brilliant. He's dead.

Kate will be all bereaved.

Who will ghost-write
my novel now?

That's a rhetorical question,

which means
you don't have to answer it.

Ah.

Ahh. Ahh!

Aww, poor schmoobie.

- Why did this happen?
- I don't know.

I mean,
it happened a bunch as a kid

and then it just stopped.

No-one really knows
what caused it.

It's caused by
not going to church,

self-flagellation,

possession by the devil

and the sinfulness that
follows.

Superstitious nonsense.

He was probably kicked
in the head

by a gorgeous,
well-muscled horse.

He hasn't been near any horses.

We're getting horses now?

Maybe he just needs
more exercise.

What? Lindy's not here.

I just reckon
that's what she'd say.

Joon, just tell us
what your father did

to cure his sleepwalking.

- He tried everything.
- Yes?

- Opium.
- Oh.

And then one day,
we found out he was betting

on the local cockfighting
matches.

It was the guilt.

That's only what I just said.

Possession, sin, guilt.

Tugging too much
on your whatsit.

It's basic science.

The ghosts are getting
a bit superstitious.

They think maybe you're feeling
a bit guilty about something?

What... what would I be feeling
guilty about?

Yeah.

But sleepwalking
is really dangerous.

Mm.

Maybe you could call
your old therapist.

Nah! No, she's old,
she's retired.

It's probably just a one-off.

What if it's not, Katherine?

A young fiddler
on the HMS 'Oppression'

suffered from this affliction

and he stumbled out of
his hammock one morning

and fell overboard.

Oh!

This is a really
big house, babe.

Do you reckon maybe you
could call someone, please?

Yeah, I should chat
to someone, hey?

One always needs
a talented fiddler.

Yes, especially at a party.

Especially at a party.
He can fiddle everyone.

Hmm!

Righto, Kate,
let's talk colour palette.

I think either Spanish Crimson
or Evening Blush.

Oh, hey.

Hey, hey, I'll, um...
I'll help you in a minute.

I've just got
my first therapy session.

- Oh, already? That's great.
- Yeah.

Is she or he or they...

It.

Like the evil clown?

Not like the evil clown, no.

It's an AI therapy app
and it gets five-star reviews.

Did it review itself, though?

Hey, thank God I found you.

Hey, um, do you have a second?

Hang on, are you seriously
doing AI therapy?

I know, I know,
the carbon emissions.

I'll plant some trees.

But... Oh, God.

It's calling me.

It's calling me.

- Hey, Lindy.
- Hey, Satan.

Hey, where were you
last night?

No, I wasn't...
Not that I was looking for you.

I was looking
for something else.

Uh, what I was looking for,
I found, so...

I've met somebody.

- What?
- What?

- You met someone?
- Yes.

It was so magical.

He talked all night.

Wait here.

Eeeee!

- Did you hear about this?
- No.

And I don't like
the sound of it.

Your money or your life!

This is Ned.

- Just kidding.
- Just a little joke.

But he did steal money
for a living.

- Yeah.
- But he's dead now.

You... It's... K...

Uh...

What's up?

Oh, ah, OK, good question.
Um...

I think the reason
I'm maybe sleepwalking

is because I got
a text message from my ex.

It was just, um,
"How are you?"

And then, uh, a kiss at the
end.

But it was just completely
out of the blue.

I see.

- And how did you respond?
- Uh...

Well, I haven't responded.

Or told Kate yet.

I'm just... telling you.

Ooh!

Oh, Ned, I've got this sick
tatt on my shoul... Ned, over
here.

Ned, on my back of my shoulder,
I've got a tattoo of you.

If I could take my shirt off,
I'd show you, but I can't.

I do have this here, though.
Look.

"Such is life."
That's you. You said that.

That's a common
misconception.

Never actually said those
words.

But, uh, it's there forever
now, so a bit late to change
it.

Yeah, it's probably
too late to change it now, Ned.

Ned!

- Stop embarrassing him.
- No, I'm not. I'm not.

G'day, Kate. It's me,
Aussie legend, et cetera.

When Lindy said her best mate
was a breather,

I thought, "This sheila
just has to meet me."

Yeah. Yeah, I felt
the same... same way.

Make yourself at home.

# Oh, oh... ♪
Yeah, good acoustics in here.

Kuh-Kate! Kuh-Kate!

Psst. Get here.

- What is going on?
- Right, you lot.

Who wants to hear how I became
the most famous bushranger
ever?

- Yes, please. Do it again.
- Anything in the world, Ned.

I love this story.

He's far from
the real Ned Kelly.

He's an...

..actor.

He came here with
a very amateur theatre troupe

in the 1970s

and died during rehearsals.

He was suffocated by
his own helmet.

- Dropped by a prop.
- Hm.

Poor Lindy.

Oh, she has no idea.

We've tried reasoning with his
spirit before, but to no avail.

He's entirely committed
to the role.

Committed to being a git.

Such an over actor.

I know.

The real Ned Kelly was a true
hero and a gentleman.

Yeah.

Sticking it to
the English bastards.

I'm right here.

Bang, bang!

I love Kate.

She is my person.

But if I keep the text a secret
and she finds out,

then it looks like
I'm still hung up on my ex.

And are you hung up on your ex?

There was a...
a point in time

where I was desperate for Sarah
to reach out like this,

but that's only because
she really... messed me up.

Wait, is Sarah that
machine woman or someone else?

- Shh! We're trying to listen.
- Yeah, who's Kate?

- Oh, don't...
- Shh!

Yeah, alright.

And, you know,
you name it, she did it.

Gaslighting. Love bombing.
Breadcrumbing.

Breadcrumbing. So she's a
baker.

- And a bomb lover.
- And she cooks.

What is she playing at?

I'm pretty sure
she's even got a kid.

What was that? I missed that.

A bun in the oven.

An affair with a local baker?

She's also a lamplighter.

I can't believe that fop

would be up for
putting his thing about.

He only eats potatoes
once a month.

I think he gets
a lot of free bread.

That'll do it.

Oh, they also have
a child together.

A...a child?

I wouldn't have thought
he had it in him.

You wouldn't think it to look
at him, but it's true.

Why, the little bastard
could lay claim

to the entire house,

like Napoleon taking over
the Italian Peninsula.

Oh, you know,
he was a pants man too.

If my late husband's any guide,

where there's one illegitimate
child, there's bound to be
more.

And these misbegotten offspring
have a stake in my estate.

Now, now, woman.

And the profits from my novel?!

Shh-shh-shh-shh-shh!

If you mean my estate
and Katherine's, then yes.

He confessed everything
to his talking-woman machine.

Think about the armour

as kind of like a metaphor
for me, right?

Like, hard still on the
outside, but...

Are you sure this guy's
right for you?

You barely know each other.

Kate, it's love at first sight.

He's wearing a helmet.

Yeah.

So mysterious.

I've always needed armour,
be that literal or emotional.

When me mum got locked up...

Stop it!

My nana did time too.

She had stashed
a pallet of Balinese ciggies

in our rumpus room.

You would have loved her, Ned.

The cops were like,
"Whose are those?"

And she said,
"Go eff yourself, you pigs."

Because she didn't want to
swear in front of the kids.

- She was a good nana. She...
- Don't interrupt me, friend.

Oh, sorry, Ned.
He called me 'friend'.

Kooka-cacka-cacka-
kuh-Katherine!

Here is a bush poem
I wrote about Mum.

You did nothing wrong,
Ma, but you never spoke.

You were only inside
because I beat up some bloke.

For the rest of me life,

I sought me revenge
by robbing heaps of banks

with a bunch of me friends.

For three fractured years,
you did hard time.

Quick, Kate.

- What?
- ..water and wine.

I haven't told her yet.

I'm waiting for him to stop
talking, which doesn't happen.

Yes, blast that.

We've got something
far more important

to tell you.

Sean has been
secretly procreating

with his talking-woman machine.

What?

At this very moment,

an army of
their android children

are on the march
towards Ramshead.

I didn't say that.

No, I said that he's got
five illegitimate children

with the local lamplighter.

Mm, OK.

Miranda, my life
isn't science fiction.

It's soft horror.

And, Gideon,
we've been here three months.

What are you talking about?

Tell her, Eileen.

The one thing we know for sure

is he's been cavorting
with the town baker.

Oh.

Buns in the oven
isn't the half of it.

Isn't that right, Joon?

I'm with Miranda.

Haem... haemorrhoid children.

Hey!

Hey, mate.

Ooh.

How was therapy?

Yeah, it was really good.

The... the algorithm's
really empathetic.

Yeah,
I feel way more in control.

In control of
his mechanical spawn.

Where are you going?

Hmm?

Wh-where are you going?

Uh, I'm going to
the antiques store.

Yeah, because...

Oh, sure.

Just, you know, see if
they want any of our old stuff.

- Ooh!
- Uh, yeah.

There's a new owner there,
Peggy.

She's... she's really into
lamps.

Hmm!

A special lamp
for a special lamplighter?

Oh, my...

- 'Bye!
- Yeah!

- Love... love you.
- OK!

Yep.

So there we were,

heroes trudging through
the boggy marsh,

sinking deeper with every step.

I turned to the boys and I
said,

"It's time to stop running
and fight."

Bullets whizzed all around me,

one whanged off me shoulder -
ugh! -

another off me hip - ugh!

Then, calamity,
they shot at me knees,

me Achilles knees!

I should have made knee plates,
but such is life.

I'm finished!

Oh! Oh, my gosh.
It's finished.

- Great.
- He likes it when you clap.

- Who?
- So... clap!

- Oh, Ned.
- Love it.

Thank you. Thanks, everyone.

Oh!

Uh, show's over. Show's over.

Do you reckon maybe
we could just have a...

- Just go back...
- Don't stop. Hey, encore!

- Thank you! Thank you.
- Bravissima!

- What?
- That's Italian.

Do you reckon we could just
talk for a second?

Hey! He's back.
Whoo-hoo! Yeah. One more time.

- Do it again!
- Keep going, keep going.

Oh, hey, hey! Hey.

Hi!

What happened?
You've been ages.

Yeah, no,
I just got caught talking

to the, um, girl
at the antiques shop.

So, yeah.

I... I need to...

I need to go to the...

...the toilet?

Well, well, well.

Well, what's he smuggling
in that bulging knapsack?

Free bread.

Or a wee little bastard.

A mechanical bastard.

Hey, guys!

Um, I did just want
to make an announcement.

We are having a life story
afterparty tonight

in the tower.

Password is 'Glenrowan'. OK?

So I'll see you there.
Ah!

I don't have pants.

I'll check my calendar.

See you there. I'll see
you there. I'll see you there.

Uh... Hey, Lindy.

Oh, hey, Kate,
I actually wanted to say

that tonight, um, Ned and I

are going to be making
a little announcement.

- What?
- Oh, not like that.

Um, I obviously am dead and,
um, but, you know, we'll try.

Fingers crossed.

I did actually want to share,
though, Kate.

Ned's moving in.

Let's go.

I think... I think
that's a housemate meeting

that we need to
all have together.

I mean, I feel like
I spent my whole entire life

just, like, searching for love

and now I've finally found it
in the afterlife

with the real Ned Kelly.

- He's not the real Ned Kelly!
- What?

- You're an actor.
- You're an actor.

- He died here in the 1970s.
- What?

And he's been too deluded
to let go of the role since.

I just spent six hours
telling you my life story.

Don't tell me
it wasn't believable.

I mean, I...

You know, you get it.

This guy with the burnt face
gets it.

You lied to me?

Excuse me,
everything I told you was real.

I saw you guys.
You were swept away.

Like, I'm here stuck
in a steel bucket

all day, every day.

Me shoulder's all chafed.

You know what, Lindy?

I'm not putting up with this.

Let's go. It's me or them.

She's not going with you.

Ned, wait.

Oh, she's going.

What's your choice, sweetheart?

I'm sorry. I choose love.

Good choice.

Well, they can't
get that far, so...

It's all good.

Hey.

Hi.

Hey.

So, look at this.

At the, um, antiques store.

New edition of 'Foundation'.

Yeah. Anyway...

Cool. What up?

Oh, I've had a bit of a day.

- Oh!
- Yeah.

Also, the convicts overheard
your therapy session.

What?

Are you serious?

Has anyone heard of
chatbot-patient
confidentiality?

Um, yeah,
but the ghosts have just been

talking amongst themselves
and then talking to me

and talking to me about, like,

maybe you were cheating on me

with a baker or something

and then there were
robot children,

which I know is not true,

but I just wanted to, like,

get out of my head, you know?

So you're not, like,
cheating on me, right?

No.

- No.
- Great.

Great.

No.

Then the reward
for my capture

was raised from £100 to 2,000,

which is, like, 2 million
bucks.

Anyway, Lindy, sit down.

- This is your new living room.
- Ooh!

It's, um, creepy rustic.

- Yeah.
- Just needs a woman's touch.

Yeah, same.

Some chintz curtains,
s-some potpourri,

maybe a black light.

Anyway, most people
would've quit then,

but I only just got started.

That's when we started
hitting the banks.

- One in Euroa, one in...
- Shh.

You don't have
to pretend anymore.

- Not with me.
- I'm not pretending.

This is our life now.

We're on the run, darlin'.
We're outlaws.

You're my new partner in crime

and I just want
to see your bush...

...ranging skills.

You kiss the inside
and I'll kiss the outside.

Mm!

All of this from a text
from your terrible ex?

Yeah, I know. I know.

I know.

Uh, Ned Kelly, though?

I know. I know.

Except he's not, so...

Yeah, it does make you wonder
who else is out there, hey?

- Totally.
- Hmm.

So you're feeling better

with all the sleepwalking
and everything?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

It's probably just triggered
some deep paranoia

that you might ghost me one day
like Sarah ghosted me,

and with all
these actual ghosts,

I apparently
have got zero privacy

in this giant empty house,

and, you know,

just questions about
where am I and who am I

and what's my future look like.

Yeah.

Anyway, I'm fried.

I think I'm just gonna have
a little grandad nap.

OK?

'Bye.

Do you want to...

OK.

My life was one of
those great tragedies.

Up there with Shakespeare,
except real.

- Mum going to jail...
- Yep.

...was the inciting incident
and that gave me my motivation.

- Yep.
- Um...

- Like, as a person, that is.
- Just gonna... Yep.

And when people think about me,
Ned Kelly...

OK. I'll just...

..the helmet and the
bangs and the shootouts,

but it's not really a story
about a man and his guns.

It's a story about a boy
and his mother.

And I guess that's
where I've come to terms

with the fact that...

Lindy?

Lindy!

But, Kate,
what if the ghosts

see some sort of
non-existent connection

between Mirondo and Miranda?

I mean, the connection's
not really there,

but they'll hate it.

They'll hate it, Kate!

Kate, we have to start again.
We have to start again.

Burn it. Burn it. Burn it all.

It's good. It's really,
really good. I like it.

And I don't even like sci-fi.

The ghosts will like it too.
They'll be flattered.

- Really?
- Yeah.

It's good.

He's doing it again.

But it's OK. I'll watch him.

I'll make sure he doesn't fall.

He's not falling.

He's...

...not falling.

Kate, it's blaringly obvious.

Mechanical children.

- He fell.
- Coming.

Ew.

Say no.