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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.
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... - Amanda.
One day she just, poof,
- emptied the till and that was that. - Poof.
- Amanda made those. - We 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.
Where's Lock?
- What are you going to do? - I was thinking maybe I'd kill him.
Drive! Go!
Where are we going?
We are going north to Gungardie.
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Thanking you, Chubba.
Go on then.
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?
- Different kind of Chub. You know? - 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...
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. - Yeah. 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.
Hey, Mr DJ, y'right?
- Fuck! - You're alright?
Let's have one. Let's have one together.
Alright, Cairns, are you ready to forget who the fuck we are?!
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?
"This angry prehistoric chicken will gut you
with it's ten inch medial claw".
- Medial... claw. - Medial claw.
Holy shit, that's a sheep.
That's it's intestines! That is fucking sick.
- Look. Look. Look! - No, I don't want to look. Make it go away.
No, oy. You're driving.
- 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...
What?
I'm pretty sure I'm looking at the word,
"5 sleeps" spelt out in bananas.
Yeah. I did that.
You also sent Avery like, a thousand messages, mate.
Yep.
Getting pissed by y'self in a cheap motel.
Classy.
What?
Nothing. I just got a wave of...
No. It's... You've been looking at the phone. Look at the horizon.
No it's cause you smell like red wine and arse.
I don't smell like arse. 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?
Just hold on. Can you hold on?
Oh, fuck!
Oh, my god!
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- Are you alright? - Yeah.
Alright.
- OK. - Oh, god.
Sweet.
I need some Mentos or something.
My breath smells like puke.
Y'might score some biodynamic mint.
Hey.
- You'll be fine. - Yeah.
Whatever happens, I'm going to be...
Sorry, it's Avery.
- It's alright, I'll get it later. - No, take it. Talk to her.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, I'm good.
You go for a wander? I'll be...
- 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?
The lying or the drinking problem?
Or is it the secret relationship with the pregnant teen?
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?
Hi.
Can I help you?
Yes...
These are cool.
Do you know who makes them?
We do.
Right, and you're...
We're a poly-spiritual
anti-capitalist intentional community.
Nice. Catchy.
We hold monthly seeding seminars in town if you're interested.
"'Sowe', nourish, grow".
Sow.
- 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.
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.
I couldn't help you with that.
- Well, she... She... - 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...
Lucky, just try not to be funny for one second!
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...
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.
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.
No, Ave, I was just joking. Don't hang...
Oi, Lucky!
I found something. Come on!
Come on, Fucky. Hurry up.
Hashtag TastyPoff.
Post your poff pictures today.
Five for seven, seven for ten.
No?
I respect that.
What the?
Wait it...
It was right here.
What? It was right here?
What do you...
Hey! Wait!
Mate!
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.
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!
I don't suppose you'd know where we can get a four-wheel drive.
Do it your way.
OK.
And hit the latch, very gently.
- Just be careful. Hands. - Sorry.
OK. Let's ride, bitches.
Oppsie daisy!
Okay. Okay.
Who was it you lost?
My mum.
Monsters.
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How long is this drive?
Three, four hours, depending on the track...
and the weather...
and luck.
Monsters!
OK.
So, how was it with Avery?
Fairly terminal, I would say.
Does she know you're Billie's dad?
Billie doesn't even know I'm Billie's dad.
Well, bizarrely, the topic of fathering
a child to my brother's wife, hasn't come up. 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.
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 woman, you know?
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... - Hey, darlin'.
- But no, that's not enough. - Look, I know you're angry... But...
- Suddenly she needs space... - There's something you need to know...
- to sing her abundance. - 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'.
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.
- 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!
- 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.
I'm worried about you.
Shit me! Fuck!
Even the plants here are arseholes.
There's something that you need to know about your mum.
She...
She actually did come back for a bit.
You were six, and...
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...
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 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?
Meg.
We should go.
Go where?
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. You know? So. - Right.
- Lucky! - Shit!
Lucky!
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!
I just make poffertjes.
Lucky, what did you actually do to this guy?
Nothing.
Nothing much.
- 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,
not whatever the fuck this is!!
Whatever it weighs, it's a couple of months' debt paid off for you, isn't it?
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?
Why 40?
Because 30's too quick. I thought about it.
- He might be ages away. - 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!
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.
- Go! - I'm not fucking moving. Go.
- 46... - 46...
45...
44, 43,
42, 41.
Okay, okay. I'm here, I'm here. I'm here...
Duncan.
G'day, buddy.
It's been a while.
- What was that? - What?
Is that...
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!
This is the police.
Stay were you are! Don't move!
Lucky...
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.
Channel 9, 7:30,
every night, like church.
- 'Precinct Seventeen'... - 'Precinct Seventeen'?
With Avery Mae.
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...
- 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.
- 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.
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's fucking tricky!
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.
Shit!
What I needed was a mate and I thought we were friends!
We are...
friends.
No, no, no, no, no!
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!
- No, you fucking don't. - Okay, okay.
Don't you move! Oi!
- No! No! No! No! No! No! - You come back here!
Come here!
Duncan!
- Come here! - Duncan!
Mate!
Don't do it!
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 fucked things up and I run off.
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...
Well, let's... Let's call that even.
Fuck!
Meg!
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