Can you hear that?
Come on! I'm taking you to your mum's.
What the fuck does this mean?
Jenn's in a coma. She was asking for you before she went under.
Would you be able to give my dad and me a lift to Perth?
Yeah, I don't think so.
- Did you steal a car? - If you want to get to Perth, get in!
Well you're a fucking dead man!
Stop!
Lucky, your mum. She's awake!
Meg.
Oi, Meg. You dead?
You drove all night.
So.
What's the address?
I don't know.
What?
Yeah, I had it-I had it on a bit of paper,
but I must've left it in Matty's Ute.
Well, you must...
- Do you know the name of the area? - Yeah, it's near a footy club.
Okay.
That's good.
Like, here?
Yeah, Bookham Street.
- You sure? - Yeah.
Alright.
14 minutes.
Let's go see your mum!
Yeah...
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You nervous?
_
What are you gonna tell her happened to your arm?
Maybe I'll say the camel did it.
Err, just... right.
See, that is why camels shouldn't be allowed to play netball.
- No! You've got a 6 hour drive! - Just for a minute!
- Go see your mum. - I'm just gonna say hi...
- I won't stay... - Lucky! I just...
So, when you get a phone,
I want you to text me, okay?
Seriously. I wanna know how you're going.
Yeah, 'cos you're famously excellent at texting back.
Okay.
Text me.
Fuck off!
Nah!
Y'ello!
Hey but, my name's Andy. Umm...
I'm not sure if you can help me, but I'm looking for my daughter, Meg.
She said that she was staying at some friends,
but they haven't seen her in over a week.
and the phone was under a pillow,
but I had this number, right, in my phone,
- from when she last rang. - Yeah, right.
- And... when she... - Hi.
When she rang...
Sorry...
It's been an average couple of weeks.
- Andy... - See, I missed her calls, and...
It's okay. Meg told me about
- your... son. - You've seen her then?
Oh God. Thank God!
Yeah, she's not in any trouble, I got her there safely.
Got her where?!
Thanks. I was busting.
No dramas, darl'!
You wanna go left on Meldrum up here, follow it round,
left onto Miles, right onto Forrest, station's about a k on your left.
Thanks!
Take care!
W-wait wait wait wait! Back up a bit!
- How do you know her? - I just, umm...
- I don't, really. - But you drove her.
- To Kalgoorlie. - Well, we drove each other, actually.
She said she wanted to go stay with her...
Sorry, sorry... what?
Hello?
Are you still there?
Her mum's not in Kal, is she?
Mate, her mum pissed off when she was a bub!
We haven't seen her in over 10 years!
- Where is she now? - Don't worry!
- I'm gonna go find her, okay? - What do you mean?
Where did you leave her?
She's okay, I promise. I'll call you back. Okay? I'll call you back!
Jesus Christ, Meg! You are a fucked up little unit!
I want to get to Karingunna.
I can get you as far as Port Pirie.
Err... $742.50.
- I have a student card. - It's not a school bus, love!
Thank you!
You wanna go left on Meldrum, left on Miles, right onto Forrest.
Thank you!
Come on, come on, come on...
Where are you, Meg?
Meg!
Shit!
No... you stupid idiot!
- Meg! - What the hell, Lucky?
- Stay where you are, mate! - I spoke to your dad,
and I told him I'd find you and I went back to the house.
Why you'd come back?
I couldn't just leave you wandering around the streets of Kalgoorlie.
- You idiot! You need to go to your mum! - Just a second.
She's going to die,
and you're not going to get to say goodbye, and it's all my fault!
- No! I shouldn't have left you! - I told you to!
I should've known! I'm the grown-up! I'm the grown-up, Meg!
- Ow! You're hurting my fingers! - Shut up, mate! - No!
- Just stay there, Meg! - Lucky!
I did it! I stole the car! He didn't do anything, it was all me!
I stole it!
Can you just put out an alert or something?
Her name's Meg, she's like 5', little skinny
kid with a furious look on her face.
Officer? Can I have my phone at least? So I can ring her dad?
So he knows...
She's all on her own.
She's better off on her own than with a car thief!
I'm not a fucking car thief!
Not a very smart one anyway. I mean, who steals a car from Esme?
He stole a car from Esme??
Who's Esme?
- He's got balls, I'll give him that much! - Jesus.
- Why do I have balls? - Right, listen!
You have to just be quiet for the next 5...
Esme!
Er... you're here early!
It's not really protocol for the victim to meet the... perp.
Hello, sweetheart.
H-hi.
Where's Haymaker?
- Who? - So, they tell me,
there was a piano forte, of all things,
in my float where there used to be a racehorse.
So where is he? Where's my racehorse?
I don't know.
We lost him.
Let's get these off then, eh?
You don't wish to pursue the matter?
No, no, I don't think so. I think it's all just pretty clear.
It's all just been a little bit of a misunderstanding.
- Thank you? - Yer.
- And I am really sorry that we lost your... - No.
No need. These things happen.
I mean, who amongst us hasn't lost a large mammal once or twice, eh?
Thank you, Constable.
I stole it!
I stole the truck.
And the horse float.
And the horse.
You'd be Meg, then.
Okay, listen, Mr Flynn was driving.
He's the one that's culpable, so I'd just keep my mouth shut. Okay?
- But where is he? - Esme's got him.
Shut up! He's gone.
- Gone where? - You don't wanna know.
- Shut! Up! - Okay, please?
He has to get to Perth. Where is he?
Look, if you have nowhere to go,
I'll get you the number for Family Services. They can come down,
maybe find you some...
Oh, for...
Hey!
Hey, that's my piano.
Not anymore, it's not. It's evidence.
Evidence of what?
- Come on. Bugger off. - If you wreck that piano, I...
Fuck!
I got him at auction
for $900.
The others took the piss out of me for bidding,
but I got there early, you understand?
And I saw them trying to get that little bugger off that float,
and I saw his eyes.
He fucking hated 'em.
He hated everything. He was just so fucking angry at the world.
I reckon,
he never forgave them for chopping his balls off.
He has made me nearly 200 grand in the last 5 years.
You just had to hit the shit out of him on that final bend.
Oh, sorry. Sorry.
I just have to get this. I'm sorry, I'll just be a minute.
Yeah well, you can make that phone call later my darlin',
if you're feeling up to it.
This is Lucky Flynn, leave a message.
Fuck! Lucky, I wish you'd pick up. I just, I really...
I'm sorry that I lied about Mum. I just, I...
I thought if you knew that I had nowhere to go...
And then when you said you were going
western Australia, it just felt like it was, it was far away enough. You know?
And after a while, I started to believe it myself.
And it's a bit messed up, isn't it?
Anyway...
Okay, going now. Bye!
I promise you, I am not a person who steals cars.
Just, I'm trying to get to Perth, to see my mum.
Because... Well...
she's dying, actually.
Right, well, everyone's mum is dying.
The only people who don't have dying mums,
are the ones whose mums are already dead.
Draft, thanks.
Get us a jug you stingy prick!
- Hey. - Jug...
Is that your crane?
I drive it.
I need to borrow it.
Something you're not telling us, Kane?
Sperm bank been giving out your details?
Sure, no worries.
Thanks.
I was joking. You don't just borrow a 32 ton crane.
- But I re... - Get outta here. Jeez. Go on, piss off!
What if I beat you in a game of pool?
Come on! Scared I'll win?
Aw, bro! Your new daughter's awesome!
Do you why the world is going to shit?
It's because everyone has a reason for everything.
Now, philosophically, I get it.
It's not my fault I'm like me,
it's not your fault you're like you.
So, if you have some
terrible tale that explains why you stole my vehicle,
and my racehorse,
then I am truly sorry for your troubles.
I am not lacking in empathy.
Irregardless, the reality is,
there still has to be consequences.
You need to take responsibility for your mistake.
Fair's fair?
- I do... - Fair's... fair...?
Start to get underway. The late scratching of Haymaker...
No pressure, bro.
We're not judging your manhood or anything.
Yeah, yeah, shut up.
Nice, nice, nice.
Alright. Alright. Man's got some skill.
Man's got some skill.
Unlucky, man.
Ah, nah nah.
That's my pocket.
What the fuck does that mean?
West Aussie rules, sis.
Yeah, you have to nominate a pocket and and it can't be his.
Sucks ballsies.
Oh, yeah!
Oh, here we go.
Shit.
Unlucky, sis.
So this used to be a two-up shed,
before online pokies killed everything.
So I started this.
I source the fighters.
I run the books.
I make a very nice margin on beer and saussie rolls,
thank you very much.
But every now and then, you do get a pretty good fight, but,
if I'm gonna be honest with you,
mostly they just wanna see blood. Sit.
What the hell did you want to lift anyway?
Piano.
Piano?
Yep.
I used to play the piano.
Please... I will find your horse. I promise.
- Or I-I-I can get you money... - Hey, sweetheart, listen,
all I need from you,
is to just stay on your feet for a couple of rounds, okay?
You give them something to bet on.
Jesus Christ this is a fucking joke, right?
I can't fight!
- I'm just... - You're not just anything, mate!
You are the useless piece of shit
that stole my champion racehorse, aren't ya?
Put this dickhead up against Bevan.
15 to 1.
Beautiful!
What's your name?
Lucky.
Fuck me!
Beautiful!
So? Where do you want it?
- I dunno! - Right.
- *** - It's Lucky's, but he was in the lock-ups.
Someone took him. Someone called Esme.
I think.
What?
Oh, one more little thing.
I put $300 on you.
What?
'Cos I saw you in Cocklebiddy,
before you stole my vehicle,
And I saw your anger,
and I can see it now,
just here,
just behind the fear.
Now, if you win...
What? Win?! I...
If you win,
I'll split it with ya. See?
Fair's fair.
But I...
- You go get 'em, tiger! - Please...
Fight! Fight! Fight!
You gotta get your hands up, son! Get your hands up!
Get your hands up!
That's it!
Lucky!
Hear this!
Stop!
- Make it stop! Make it Stop! - Hey? Hey?
- Make it stop! Lucky! - Hey?
Lucky!
- Get up I say! - Lucky! No! Don't get up!
- Lucky! - This one, hang back.
Mum.
What?
Get up!
Lucky!
Come on, up!
Mate, just stay down.
Tip for beginners, this is where you fuck off.
Lucky?
Just give up!
- I can't do it! - Lucky!
Lucky!
- It could ruin everything... - I'm not going to destroy my family
for a stupid fuck.
Meg.
Lucky?
- Are you okay? - Yep.
I think I broke my fingers.
I'm sorry I lied about Mum.
Did you call your dad?
No, not yet.
You've gotta call your dad.
$2250.
Ya just had to hit the shit out of him on that final bend.
I'll text you when we get to Perth.
No, Dad... there's no rush.
I know you will!
Bye.
Is he okay?
He sounded better.
Stop! I wanna pull over, just up here.
You eat fruit?
Pink fruits.
Oh, look, I'm the full Peter Garret under here
but I'm feeling good though.
Listen, love.
Been talking to the others, Locky and... you need to come home.
It's been 8 years, and enough's enough.
Everyone makes mistakes.
Listen.
Can you hear that?
Can you hear her?
She's really good!
Gran! Stop it!
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