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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.
- 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!
There's something you need to know about your mum.
She did come back for a bit.
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!
Guys like you need to be held accountable for their actions.
Fuck!
Meg!
Meg! Matty! Please!
Meg?
- I'm so sorry! - Meg!
Meg! Matty!
Meggles?
I'm so sorry!
My leg hurts.
Lucky!
Hello!
Lucky!
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Lucky!
Oi!
Hope you've got strong guts.
I mean, we drink it, don't we, but we're used to it.
They're our bugs.
Gee, you lost a boot.
Unless...
Ya found one.
Have a seat, why don't ya.
Not that one, that's mine.
Meg!
Fuck!
Fuck.
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.
- Hope you take milk. - Yeah, thank you.
Don't thank me yet. Could be poison.
You've gotta watch out these days.
We could be cannibals for all you know.
We're not but
we could be.
Or cannonballs, human cannonballs.
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...
Where are you supposed to be, you little bugger?
Meg!
What the fuck is that?
A fucking Cassowary?
That's not a pig.
Ah, piccies.
Who's that then?
My Mum.
So, she gone to find peace, has she?
A little piece of peace. I bet she has.
Off with the barefoots.
Up the river.
Up the creek to find a paddle.
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?
Mama's got progeny hot on her heels.
You come to save her?
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.
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.
I'm Bec.
This is Quiet Colin.
I'm Lucky.
Colin, he wants to apologise for mistaking you for a pig.
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!
Alright.
No!
Fuck! Get away from me!
It's got a barb.
It's...
Jesus! What the hell is that?
New batch. Pretty nasty, huh?
Hey. Don't be a hog.
Meg?
Meg!
Is this us?
Well, I dunno who else we could be.
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.
The only way out is...
I never remember.
Aren't you lonely?
Me?
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.
Speak of the devils.
Mum! Check out what we got.
Just a little sow but she'll be gorgeous.
We got this bloody...
Lucky. Lucky!
- Lucky! - Meg.
What...? Shit.
What have we got here?
Shit.
He's got a spear in his tit.
Yep.
- Has it got a barb? - It's got a barb.
It's got a barb.
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? - No hospital.
Hospital...
Well then, what do we do?
- Don't you have a phone? - Christ, he's dense!
Or like, an emergency radio or something?
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...
Through.
First set of tits you've seen in a while, hey, Colin?
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...
Not since Parsnip died.
Parsnip?
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.
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 fantas...
Here we go!
- Here you are. - Thank you.
No grub without grace.
You got a grace for us, girlie?
What about you, Jesus?
Lucky.
No, I don't believe in anything.
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.
- Amen. - Amen.
Can you not?
What?
What!
Raise.
I'll fold.
Yes! Drink, bitch.
Drink, drink, drink, drink.
Yeah!
One day, there she was.
And she was happy and clear and it was nice.
Why?
Well, she just is, Meggles.
She gave birth to you.
- What's "gave birth"? - Well...
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?
Do you mind if she does?
No.
She's got nice eyes.
She does.
But she's not my mum.
Just deal, ya dickhead.
I need to piss.
Towny blokes are such pussies!
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.
Are you one of them tree turtles?
Teetotals!
I am pregnant.
In our day we used to drink the whole nine months.
Whole nine yards.
All nine holes.
Never did our babies any harm.
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.
Well...
she's not the one you're lookin' for.
Hey, whose is this?
Whose is this?
Fuckin', here we go. Here we go.
Mate, he thinks he's Bono.
Yeah, no. Fuck Bono.
You talk any more shit about Bono,
I'll cut off your balls and turn 'em into a little coin purse.
OK.
Go on, then.
? Just like a child ?
? You've made up your mind ?
? You make it look easy ?
? 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! ?
? But I ain't no little girl... ?
? 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... ?
? Just walk on by ?
? And leave me alone... ?
Please, please, please, Andy.
- You can't. - 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.
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.
It's funny, isn't it?
What? What's funny?
Like you were saying, the ink lines.
It's like the sins of my past have caught up with me and...
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... - You're being illogically 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?
"You'd rather take a clap from a pig hunter."
That is a lyric.
I should write that down.
What the fuck?
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.
Well, that's handy because guess what?
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?
- You're a fuckin' psycho. - And you're a fucking traitor.
Fine.
Meg.
Fuck! Jesus.
- What the...? - Just... Just turn.
We're going back, Meg.
- Just give me the... - Get off!
Fuck!
Great. Thank you.
Meg.
Look at me.
Did you hear what your dad's message said?
Did you understand it?
She came back.
She...
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.
Lucky.
Lucky, wake up.
You're seeing that too, right?
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