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-I think my brother's got a crush on you.

-That's convenient.

-Look I am going home to see my family

and the prospect was giving me panic attacks.

I lost my pills, so we're going to Port Augusta

to get some more.

-How did you do it? -Swimming

-Playing netball.

-You know, this is illegal, don't you?

Stealing a prescription?

How do I know you can look after that girl?

-She's indestructible, dude.

-Hurry up, dickhead!

-Come back here!

-Can hear what's coming if you know what you're listening for.

-My mum's dying.

-You can hear that?

- Hold on...

I've gotta charge my fucking glass.

Charge your glasses...charge... charge your glasses.

Charge your glasses. Here...you can do that

'cause I've got to go and do a speech.

Pinot! Kill me.

Hello.

Ting, ting, ting, ting, ting, ting.

I do my own sound effects.

Here comes the best man's speech.

Known throughout history as being the best speech.

Toby's my brother as you all know,

'cause you're at his wedding.

I had a speech... I lost it.

But, I think this is going fine.

So, to my amazing mum, Jen.

Toby and I are so lucky to have had her bring us up,

pretty much single-handedly.

You know, after Dad went...

You guys know that story.

And to my brother Toby for growing the fuck up!

Like a proper man.

And, of course, Susanna Rose Flynn.

Suzie, here's to you-zy.

You look very pretty and I just want to say,

that it's not too late to change your mind.

You've only been married for a few hours, alright.

-OK, Lucky.

-Hey! Wildy's up! Hey, come on.

Anyway... No, no, no, I was joking.

What you have together...

Anyway, Suzie thank you for rescuing my big brother Toby

from a life of lugging amps and electrified microphones

and, you know, half-remembered fucks in cheap motels.

Manilla and... Oh! He's up!

-Big fella's up. -OK.

-That means dancing. Press play, press play!

-Go, let's dance! -Lucky, come on mate.

-This moment will pass. Dance mother fuckers.

Dance like it's the last night of your life!

-Come on. -Rock and roll.

Whoo! Rock and fucking roll! You beige western suburbs cunts!

-Forget your tent?

-Sorry?

-No tent.

-Oh, yeah.

-Is that a piano? -Yeah. It's a piano.

-Do you play? -Yeah, a little bit.

-Go on then.

-Bit early, don't you reckon?

-Oh, yeah.

-Used to play French horn.

Well, if you're heading west, might see you at the next stop,

maybe get a little bit of a tinkle.

Hey?

-Maybe.

-Can you get my jumper from the front?

-No, get it yourself. -Can you just get it, knob.

-If you're going to the shop,

can you get some phone credit please?

And sandwiches.

Cheezels, please.

-So do I just, like, put it in.

-Come on.

Shouldn't feel sharp.

If it does, you're not high enough.

Should feel mildly uncomfortable.

-Thanks. My dad would have been totally hopeless.

-Come here, love.

-Ooh, customer.

G'day. Can I help you?

-Yeah, morning.

We're on the lookout for these individuals.

Do you recognise...

-Need my glasses, glasses. -...either of these.

-Glasses, glasses, glasses.

Perfect eyesight all my life, then last year...

-Let's go. -What's the hurry?

-Your mum's dying...

Remember?

-Wow. Harsh.

-You got phone credit, yeah? -Mm-hm.

-What's wrong with you? -Nothing.

-You seem a bit edgy.

Ah, right.

That's inconvenient.

-Yep.

- Big galah!

-Tick that shit off the bucket list.

-These look really old. Do tampons go off?

What if I go into toxic shock?

OK. General feelings of unwell. Der.

Ah...temperature, nausea, vomiting, rash.

So, basically, everything.

Oh, plus face freeze.

Lucky, is my face frozen?

Is it? Lucky?

Ah...

OK.

Yay!

Leave it, it looks good on you.

Hey! No!

I don't listen to a weird man breathing.

-Right. -Right, what?

No. Hey! Oh, OK.

OK. Oh great, great.

You're gonna put on like Michael Buble aren't you?

Or like... U2.

Or whatever old people listen to.

Michael. Boo-bay. Michael Boo-bay.

-Just shush. Shush. Shush. Shush. Just listen, listen.

-Listen. - Listen.

What is this?

This is that piano...

recorded in the house I grew up in.

-Is it you playing?

-It's 1954. It's my gran.

-Sorry.

-It's alright.

-Can we pull over, I want to use your phone.

-Yeah, of course.

- And I think I need to change my tampon.

- Hey, you've called Matty, Meg and Andy,

-please leave a message-- - If you're ugly!

- Dad? Ah...

Are you up?

Sorry I just walked out the other day.

I was...um...

I'm going to stay at Becky's for a few days, I think,

so, don't worry about me.

It's nice down here.

Peaceful.

OK.

Good chat.

Bye.

- Meg? Are you OK?

-Yeah. Coming.

Is it cancer? Your mum?

-Yep.

-Dad?

-My dad...

died when we were kids.

His heart stopped in the second half of a hockey semi-final

when he was 46.

-That's a bag of scrotes.

-Yes. It is.

It's a big bag of scrotes.

-So you're going to be an orphan?

-Don't think they call you an orphan when you're a grown-up.

Sorry, did you just call yourself a grown up?

-Going to have to stop and fill up soon.

-Shit.

-It's fine, there's a quarter of a tank.

-No, no, no, no. -What? What?

-Shit. Shit. -What?

-OK, lift your bum. -You're freaking me out. What?

-I think I left my wallet in the toilet block.

-No, you didn't... -I think I did.

-What! Why? -I don't know why!

That's a stupid question! Why would you ask why, Lucky?

That doesn't make any fucking sense!

-Well, we can't... What are we gonna do?

-We have to turn around and go back.

-We can't turn back there's not enough fuel to get back.

-Lucky, that's all of our money!

-God...damn it.

-Lucky! Start the car!

-What? -Start the fucking car!

-What do... W-why? -Go! They've got my wallet.

-How do you know? -Go! Get in the car.

-It's a ute.

Have you got our wallet?

Fuck. Maybe they made a mistake.

-Just... Fucking seatbelt. -Just fucking go. Start the car.

-Stop yelling at me! I'm going. Fuck.

-Go. Go faster.

Go faster!

-Even if they do have your wallet,

what is your plan if we catch up to them?

-I'll get my wallet back.

-Oh... "Excuse me? I think you might have mistaken

"my friends pink purse for your pink purse."

-Could you shut up and drive faster?

-Don't understand why you took the purse with you

to the loo anyway.

-Well, it had my tampons in it.

Besides, how can you be pissed off? It's not your money.

-That was the deal. -What deal?

-That I drive you and you... -And I...

-What? Pay for everything?

-Yes. Well, yes, and I pay you back, obviously.

- Oh yeah. I remember that deal.

-It was just...silent deal.

-Oh yeah, that one. OK. Yep.

-Implied in the conversation we had.

-Fuck. Oh, act like...

-Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit. There's cops!

-We are not stopping.

-OK, so I'm your daughter. -No, do not start that again.

I'm not lying to the police.

I haven't done anything wrong. Why should I lie?

-Because if you don't,

then they'll want to call my real dad.

-So?

-So, he thinks I'm at a friend's house.

-In Karinguna -What!

-Well, he doesn't know that I'm going to Mum's, does he.

-Jesus Christ. Shitting hell, Meg.

So, whose ute is this?

-It's Matty's, my brothers.

-Hi... Officer.

-Hi. -Sorry.

-Are you aware that you were going a 145km an hour, mate?

-No, I did...

-I... Right. I'm so sorry. -Wow.

-Sorry you got a $500 fine and three demerit points.

You the owner of this vehicle, sir?

-No, actually, I borrowed it off a mate.

So that I could, you know, move the...my daughter's piano.

-Yeah, we noticed the piano.

I used to play the viola.

-Violas are lovely-- -Mate's name?

-Oh. -The owner of the vehicle.

-Yes, Matty... - Matthew Adams.

-Matthew Adams.

Matthew Adams.

-Licence, please.

-Ah, Yes.

Blockbuster.

Need to clean out the old...

wall-et.

-This won't take long.

-Thank you.

We are so screwed.

Every time I listen to a word you say...

-I'm not listening. -You said I should go fast.

-Hello. -Mr Flynn.

-Hi officer. -Sorry to do this to you.

But...I'm such a big fan.

I saw Dogswamp open for Jet in Melbourne in 2007.

-6. 2006. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Such a great gig.

-You fell off the stage, remember?

-I jumped, I think.

-Yeah, right.

You and your bro, what happened with you guys?

I mean you just stopped.

-Yeah.

It's a funny old industry

-Yeah.

-Na, when I saw you guys leave the caravan park this morning,

-I knew I knew that face.

And now you're here. What are the chances?

-Slim, but not outrageous.

-Could I...

I know it's totally unprofessional

and you can't tell anyone this ever happened.

-No. Definitely. -Could I get a photo.

-Yes of course. Course. -Awesome.

-Ooh. -Ah, fuck the police.

-Yeah, fuck the police.

-I mean, not... Just the song.

My daughter loves taking photos. Do you want her to take one?

-Yes please. -That's good

Here you go darling, do you want to take a photo of me and the...

-Thanks darlin'. -Sure. Sure. Just one second.

-Oh ho ho. You're a legend.

-Smile. -Ooh. Ah!

-Awesome.

-Oh, mate! -No worries.

-Thanks so much. Here you go. -Thanks.

-Drive slower. -Definitely drive slower.

-Yes. Thank you. -Cheers. Thank you.

What do we do? Do we just go?

-Sorry! Sorry, I almost forgot.

We've been trying to track down these two.

They robbed a couple of pubs down on the peninsula.

You haven't seen them on your travels have ya?

-Motherfuckers.

-Maybe we'll get our wallet back.

-Go you dickhead!

-This is stupid. If we go faster, we'll get there quicker.

-Doesn't work like that. If you go faster, you use more fuel.

-But we'll be there quicker, so we won't need as much.

-But we won't get there because we'll have run out.

-But, if we go faster then we'll be there before we run out.

-Just...

-Oh come on. Like that's gonna make a difference.

-It might.

Actually... Do... Just...

-Wind drag uses more petrol. -How do you know that?

-I just know. - I just know.

-That's not what I sound like.

-I know all the things about stuff 'cause of my massive head.

-Ha! Yes!

Ha ha!

-We're gonna make it. -OK. OK fine.

- F-u-u-uck!

-Knew I was right.

-Do you want to swap?

- No!

-Are you even pushing?

-Shut up!

Just steer.

-Yes, boss.

- You should be ashamed of yourself.

-Yes, boss.

Sorry, boss.

-That's a sad bit...

Why is that bit sad?

-It's like a dominant 7 going into a relative minor.

-Yeah but why is that sad?

-I dunno actually. It just is.

-It's like sad sad.

It's kind of like my sad.

-Well it depends on what else is going on.

-Whoa. Hill, hill, hill, hill! -Oh.

-Go, go, go. -Shit.

-Lucky, we're gonna make it.

-Whoo!

-We're gonna make it! -Yeah!

-Come on! Get in!

Ah!

Whoo-oo!

Whoa!

-How are we going to pay for fuel?

- It's a crazy story actually,

we had our money stolen from us

out of this lavatory in the middle of nowhere.

It's one of those long drops. Disgusting

Ah...

and then we ran out of petrol,

so I was wondering what sort of system you have for IOU's

where maybe I...

- Shit.

-Send you a cheque or wire it to you, or...

Nup. You're...

Thank you so much for your help.

What the fuck are they doing here?

- Distract him.

-What?

-Distract the guy smoking.

-I don't know how to distract. -Yes you can. Figure it out.

-I don't know what to say to people like that.

Hey.

-Get your own.

-Oh, no, I don't smoke, just...

saying, "Hey".

Hey.

Ever tried vaping?

It looks sort of almost as cool, but not as cool.

Do you call that a man bun?

Like a topknot, like a... Looks really good?

I can't do it, I don't have the cheekbones.

How tall are you? Like, six...

Six two?

You're uphill, so it's hard to tell.

-Fuck off faggot.

-Do people still say faggot?

Fuck.

- Lucky!

- What?

-What are you doing? -Start the car.

-What? -Start the fucking car!

-But we don't have any fuel. -Yes we do.

-Nup. Bullshit.

-What are you doing?

Meg!

-Fuck. It's not starting!

-Oi!

Thanks for the top up fuck knuckle!

-Oh sweet Lord.

-Go Lucky. Go, go, go, go!

-Get in the car!

-Suck my dick loads of bogans!

-Police please.

-Yes!

-Hey, hey!

-Officer Brett!

Whoo!

-We're like a gang.

-I think you need more than two people to have a gang.

-Na, get stuffed. We're a gang.

How much did they take?

All of it.

-Fuck.

What are you say happy about?

-Well, I got my wallet back, didn't I?

-Is that you?

-No. That's Matty, my brother.

-Is he back in Karaguna? -Karinguna.

Yeah. He turns 20 this week, actually.

-What? Why are we stopping?

-How much petrol did you put in there?

-Plenty. I put in plenty.

-Oh shit.

-What?

-It's a diesel, isn't it?

-Right.

Well, this is not ideal.

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