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Where do you want to go next
time?

Should we play it by ear?

Yeah. Of course.

You know, I don't think
I've ever seen you look happy.

I like this look for you.

Should we get out of here?

I have a boyfriend.

I mean, I don't hate you.

Well, I do hate
you.

She looks so young.

Well, she was young.

She escaped rehab.

Random teen camp out in the
country.

She was 19 when she died.

She was in and out of trouble
and ended up dying of an
overdose.

What happened?

I miscarried after 15
weeks.

I did ask the doctor
if I could ever have kids.

And he said, 'We'll see'.

I think I just lost my job.

Service
register 2. Steph, are you
available?

Ugh, why did I even tell
them we were driving through
here?

Maybe you shouldn't come.

We can find you a nice couch
somewhere to wait on.

You came to mine.

Yeah, it's not going to be
a fair trade, trust me.

'Lost bird'

That bird's not lost.

Just saw it's chance
to get the fuck out of here.

Saw a poster for a lost snake
once.

Yeah, nobody is looking for
your lost snake, buddy.

I used to work here, back
when it was just a shed.

Thought I'd be up front
selling strawberries,

but instead I was out back,
weeding out the rotten fruit.

And look at you now.

Yeah.

Unemployed.

It's my friend at 'InTech2Day'.

She might have a job for me.

She's putting my name forward.

- Oh, for what?
- Who cares?

Em?

Oh, God.

- Hi!
- Hi.

- Oh my God.
- Hi.

- Are you back?
- Here? Fuck, no!

Sorry. Ryan, this is Kelly.

We went to school together.

Oh, went to school together?

You bitch. [laughs] We were,
we were best mates.

I just didn't want to hype you
up.

- She's told me all about you.
- I bet she has.

I haven't seen you in ages!

Yeah. We're just ah...

we're going to pop by Mum and
Dad's, but then go away for the
weekend.

Oh. Guess where we live now.

- Where?
- Next to your parents.

- Oh, God. I'm sorry.
- Right?

It's just, like, so weird.

Wait, what happened to
the Carlettis?

I think they died.

Or went to Adelaide or
something.

I don't know. [laughs] Anyway,
where are you off to then?

- The Springs.
- Ooh, okay.

It's got, like,
really fancy there now.

Remember it was just, like,
country bumpkins?

Do you remember camp?

Did she ever tell you about
our, um, Grade 9 camp?

Um, it was just 4 of us in a
cabin. Do you remember the
mineral water?

Err, have you ever tried
fresh mineral water?

You know, like, fresh from
the spring or whatever?

I haven't.

Well, spoiler alert.
It smelt like sewerage

and it tasted disgusting.

Well, at least it did.

But that's probably

just because we were, you know,
tasteless little

country bogan molls.

I find that hard to believe.

Oh, charming.

Not her usual type, then. Lol.

Oh God, do you remember
when you pulled all the slats
out

from Amanda's bunk bed and
then when she jumped on it,

it just, like, collapsed?

Fucking hell.

Thanks for pretending
like I'd spoken about her
before.

She seems really nice.

Did you really take the slats
out of your friend's bed at
camp?

I did. It was actually pretty
funny.

Didn't take you for a prankster.

Yeah, so watch out.

Just so you know,

I'm not the best version of
myself around these people.

Mum's a flake. Dad's a dickhead.

So you've been warned.

Don't worry; parents love me.

I've got you.

Just up here.

Here we go.

So this is where I grew
up.

Looks nice.

Oh!

Come here!

Ryan.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Oh, you look tired.

Thanks.

We got you these.

Oh, they'll go
well on the cake.

Come in.

Cheers.

[Emily] This is way
too much food, Mum.

Oh, you know, I like to
entertain.

How's work, Dad?

Oh. Yeah, good, mmm.
Not too bad anyway.

Plenty of neglected gardens out
here, you know, so...

You know, we're busy.

We're real [stammers] busy,
actually, [stammers] Ye-...mmm.

Emily tells me you're an
interior designer, Mrs Wright?

Oh, God.

Just Sharon, please.

Yeah, we're all informal here.

Yeah, no, I was interested in it
for a while there, but it's a
lot.

Yeah, I'm actually working on
porcelain dolls at the moment.

Well, you should see 'em.

Go get one, love.

All right.

Mmm, yeah.

Oh, she's really good.

Puts a lot of work
into 'em, you know.

They're very... lifelike.

- Hmm.
- Mmm.

Where you from, Ryan?

I'm actually on the east side
at the moment.

Hmm, very expensive out there.

- Yeah.
- This is the last one I've done.

Oh.

The next one is in
the kiln at the moment.

Oh, you've got a kiln
and everything, Mum.

- Oops!
- Watch the head.

Wow. This is...

amazing.

You've even done the
little tiny hairs and
everything.

Oh, well thank you, yeah.

It's a... I mean, it's a lot of
work.

Each of those hairs has to go
in individually.

It's not like, you know, there's
plugs of doll's hair

- that, that they used to have.
- Mmm.

Yeah. There's a real...

- there's a real art to it.
- I can tell.

She's really beautiful.

Her name's Judith.

That's Nana's name.

You named it after your Mum?

I didn't name her.

It was the model name in the
catalog.

God, your Nan's dead
anyway. She's not going to care.

Maybe she'd be honored.

That's really good.
You've done a good job.

Yeah, you have, Mum.
It's really cool.

Show 'em the Emily one.

- There's an Emily one.
- I didn't name it.

So Emily tells me you're
also a 'Wright'.

Mmm, yeah.

Yes. Scottish, though.

Ah. Whereabouts?

A couple of generations ago,

but Glasgow originally.

Hmm, I hear that's a bit of a
rough old city, that place.

Yep. Give me your money.

Hmm.

I'm kidding.

It's err, yeah, it's um... it's
got character, for sure.

This... is Emily.

- Oh, God.
- Yep.

She was the first one
that I was practicing on.

So... you know, she...

she's not really someone
that you can hold.

You... she's a bit fragile.

I feel quite attacked.

We've come out
from England ourselves.

Well, originally.

You know, my side, that is.

All the way from Somerset.

You make it sound like we come
from nobility, Dad.

We do have nobility in our
bloodline, thank you very much.

Your great-great-
grandfather was a nobleman.

Well, if he was so great, why
was he boning the chimney
sweeps?

Don't be a smart-arse, Emily.

I've actually been to Somerset.

Bath.

Beautiful countryside around
there.

Hmm, right, yes.

We've never been.

We're waiting for the airfares
to come down a bit.

Just us.

Mum, you said they weren't
coming.

Don't be rude, Emily.

Got stuck at
the roadworks.

Hey.

Hi.

Oh, you look so skinny.

What you been doing?

- Cigarettes and anxiety.
- Mmm.

Hello.

Here you go. This is your
Auntie.

Is this one from the kiln, too?

Mmm.

- You look tired-er than me.
- Thanks.

It's more tired.

God, does she go
all 'grammar Nazi' on you, too?

I said you looked skinny, too, remember?

How you doing?

- Glenn.
- Hey, Ryan.

You told me it was David.

That was the other guy.

Well, how the fuck am
I meant to know?

Weren't they still
living together, like, a month
ago?

Don't be rude.

Ugh. Why is Emily here?

I want her to see them.

Mum, they're so
creepy.

Why'd you bring out the worst
one?

Well,
I showed them the last one, too.

She dropped Emily on her head.

That's why you can't touch her.

That's fitting.

I didn't drop her, she just
rolled off the table on her own.

Anyway. How you doing, Em?

I'm great.

Come to Nanny.

You still doing that thing
or whatever you're doing?

- Glenn!
- What?

No. I got laid off.

The company collapsed a week
ago.

- I told you that.
- When?

Look, next time,

just give me a list of things
I can and can't say, okay?

How about you, mate, what do you
do?

Or am I meant to know that
already?

I'm an accountant.

Yeah?

Hey Bill, we should get
him to do our taxes

instead of that fucking
idiot in town.

Yes.

I don't do tax returns.

I'm a forensic accountant.

Like on CSI?

Kind of.

I monitor and investigate
corporate fraud and theft.

Do a bit of security and risk
management, stuff like that.

Wow, you can sex it up.

Oh, scratch that then.

You're probably the wrong guy to
help us dodgy up our tax
returns.

Yeah, probably.

- What about you?
- Landscaper.

Nice... nice.

How's he sleeping?

He's not.

It's the same shit every night.

- It's fine.
- Fine for you.

You pretend to be asleep
while he's screaming.

I'm not pretending;
I work for a living.

I need to sleep. -You're lucky
you don't have kids.

So, ah... what's your
plans now, Em?

You're looking for a job, or?

Of course I'm looking for a job.

I've got some leads.

I'm actually waiting to hear
back on a really great one.

What about your place?
Can you get out of the lease?

Why would I get out of my lease,
Mum? I need somewhere to live.

Why don't you just move back
here until you sort yourself
out?

Yeah. I'm not moving back here.

Oh, it's not exactly working
out there, is it?

I could ask Ange if she
needs anyone at the cafe.

Oh, you can't be serious.

What, making cappuccinos by day
and sleeping next to a doll

- kiln by night?
- She doesn't mean permanently.

Just a job to get you through.

I'll be fine.

Well, don't come looking
at us for money.

I'm not looking at anybody
for money, Dad, I just...

I just came here to be nice.

This is her nice, apparently.

I'm not going to work at fucking
Ange's cafe for 15 bucks an
hour.

I had a really good job.

And I'll find another
really good job.

And I've got severance,
and I fucking won an award.

Emily!

Wasn't that,
like, 10 years ago?

Runner up.

The Lit Review Short Story
Awards are a really big deal.

I thought they
stopped doing it.

Well, it was a great story.

Didn't you think?

They haven't read it.

Well of course we're proud of
her.

Didn't
you start a proper book?

- Mmm, how's that going?
- Do you still have the advance?

It was ¤2,000
5 years ago.

Of course she still doesn't have
it.

What's it about?

This shithole.

- What do you mean?
- She's joking.

How much more have
you got to go on it?

Most of it.

I haven't really had much time
to write lately.

You just had 2 years off.

Yeah. What were you doing
all lockdown?

I didn't have 2 years off.

I was working from home.

Didn't you two just collect the
dole the whole time?

- That's different.
- And we're back now.

We make 2 grand in a couple of
days.

Okay, stop.

It's not a competition.

Oh, she'd make
more than that...

in a few weeks at Ange's cafe.

Oh my God, if I end up back here
just fucking shoot me.

Hey!

I don't think the baby minds,
Mum.

It's basically every second word
that comes out of his mouth
anyway.

I wouldn't be surprised if the
baby's first words are fucking
cunt.

Emily!

- [Bill] This is a good
town, Emily.

You were brought up here.

It's a good place to raise a
family.

I don't get why people
rag on it so much.

Seriously?

You used to want to get the fuck
out of here, too, Felicity.

Oh, yeah, so?

What makes anywhere else so
special?

Everywhere's the same.

You haven't been anywhere else.

We just got back from Tasmania.

Sorry.

Didn't realize
you'd been overseas now.

Yeah, well, maybe
you're the problem, Em.

Ever think about that?

Oh, hey.

- Oh, now, look.
- Oh.

The bloody family

is a delight, isn't it?

We should do this more
often.

Well, at least it was painful.

It's like that every time.

A year or so of catching up
over in 10 minutes.

Huge fight and then awkward
silences.

They were right.

I used to think this place was
the problem, but probably it's
just me.

It's not you.

And if it helps, I didn't think
they cared much for me, either.

I'd be more worried if they
did like you, to be honest.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

They offered the job
to someone else.

Oh!

Wow!

- You okay?
- Mmm hmm. Yeah.

How are your dates so polished
and mine are so fucking lame?

- No, they're not.
- Yes they are.

Next date, I am taking you
somewhere really nice.

Really fancy.

You don't have to do that.

Yes, I do. Get your best frock
ready.

The Falls Holiday Camp?

I looked it up.
It's still there.

That's funny.

I should text Kelly and tell
her.

Have you been out here before?

Kind of. Not exactly.

Not exactly?

You know, when I was younger,
my grandparents took my Mum

out here to her camp slash
retreat slash rehab program.

'The' rehab?

Yeah.

I remember the car ride out
here, but not really the place.

Is that why you wanted to come
here?

Well, it wasn't the greatest
of memories, but...

I don't know.

Maybe that's the reason.

Override the bad memories
with the good ones.

Mmm.

Couldn't we just stay
out here forever?

Sure.

I'll pop down to the shop, grab
some new locks, put 'em on the
barn.

Hmm.

We might need some weapons,
too. -

I don't think we have squatter's
rights out here.

I know the owners and
I reckon we could take 'em.

I've never been in a fight
before, but I would do this for
you.

It's a plan.

You've never been in a fight
before?

Nope.

Have you?

Yes.

Kelly was right.

We were little bogan molls.

Our school was like
'Lord of the Flies'.

Did you win any?

- I won all of them.
- Right.

I'll be your backup then.

I think we can take them.

We'll rule with fear.

The King and Queen of The
Springs.

Mmm

You didn't want that job?

I did.

I needed it.

I need something.

- Why?
- Why?

Why do you need a job?

I need the money.

Yeah, exactly.

But what I do is a grind,
and that's all it will ever be.

I'm not gunning to be a
super accountant or anything.

You could go much

further with what you want to
do.

No, it's different.

I need stability.

I'd offer to help you out, but I
know you probably wouldn't take
it.

Damn right I wouldn't.

And with what?

You live in your
grandparents' basement.

I moved in during Covid
to help them out.

I have money.

What are we talking about here?

This property.

Are you serious?

No.

I'm kidding.

- I wish.
- Oh.

Well, I have savings and
investments and stuff.

And if you wanted
to do anything, I'd...

I'd back you.

You don't even know me.

I don't think that's true.

It's Nat.

Okay, she says...

'Severance payout is 6 months'
staff base wage, plus super.'

'We'll work it out Monday.
Have a good weekend.'

That's great, right?

Yeah, that's pretty decent.

How do you feel?

Mmm...

I feel...

relieved.

I think. Now.

And just so you know,
that wasn't a shame buyout.

I don't do charity.

I do investments.

Well, thank you.

And you were right to refuse.

My interest rates are
exorbitant.

See, there is always a catch.

Well, let the record reflect:

I loved you before
I knew you were loaded.

Loaded is
definitely a stretch.

Wait.

What did you say?