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-Lucky, start the car! They've got my wallet!

-How much did they take? -All of it.

-What are you so happy about? -I got my wallet back, didn't I?

That's Matty, my brother.

He turns 20 this week, actually.

-Suzie, thank you for rescuing my big brother

from a life of half-remembered fucks in cheap motels.

Ooh, he's up.

-You should be ashamed of yourself.

-How much fuel did you put in this?

-Oh shit. It's a diesel, isn't it?

- F-u-uck!

- It was the Conscious Living Expo,

have you heard of it?

- No.

- Oh, well Lachlan was at the conference centre too.

- I was playing background piano

for an accounting firm awards dinner.

-Oh, sweet gig, mate.

-And I saw him at the end of the night

carrying his little keyboard and his speaker thingy.

- Oh, cute. -Amp.

-And I could just tell that he had lower back pain.

And, so, I asked him, "Do you have lower back pain?"

-And he said-- -I said, "Yes."

-Wow, that's amazing!

And so I said, "Well, come into the clinic."

and here we are.

-Oh, that's so sweet. -Clinic? Which clinic?

-Bloom Health in Subi.

We offer a range of healing services.

Cupping, extractions, dermal fillers

for those pesky crows feet.

-Pesky indeed.

Please, everyone, tuck in, it's Nigella's sticky date.

-This is amazing. Suzie makes this.

-Oh, wow,

So...

Lucky tells me you guys have a band?

Dog...um...

-Yeah, Dogswamp. -Dogswamp.

-From memory, yeah. We had a band--

-We don't practice so much anymore, do we?

-No, 'cause some of us have to live in the real world

unfortunately.

-Toby's a project manager up north. Fly-in fly-out.

-He's away a lot. But it pays well.

- That's the main thing, isn't it?

-Distance makes the heart go fonder.

-Yeah. -Absence.

Project manager sounds really important,

but every time he explains it to me,

I'm just like, "I dunno, what is it?"

-Yeah, well, better to be a successful project manager

than a washed-up cocktail pianist,

that's what I always say.

-He does. He always says that. -Always.

-Arrogant! -He's not arrogant.

You're just trying too hard.

-I'm not trying too hard. I was just waving.

-This is trying too hard.

-How are you 23? -You're on 6.

Three cars, one ute.

Although I don't think the ute should have counted

'cause I reckon he was just picking his nose.

-He wasn't picking-- -OK, your turn go.

-Nope. Nothing.

-No! -Oh ho, yes.

-That's ridiculous. -Yes.

-This is... -Twenty-four.

-Bollocks. This is rigged.

-Look out! -What?

-Yes! -No.

-Why not? -Too bad, mate.

We're going where they're going.

-No! - Yes!

Yes.

-No! What is... -Thank you, lesbo nannas.

Look-out here we come.

-This is... You're like a witch.

What's the plan here?

-Ah, I think we're going to stop here for the night, love.

-Really?

I thought you guys were going all the way--

-My sciatica's being a bastard.

Pretty though, eh?

Yeah, you don't think you might want to just stay for an hour

and then get back on--

-Bunny's called it. Fancy a home brew?

- Can I have a sip?

-Don't think that's a great idea.

-Jesus. -Is that your piano?

-Yeah. -Do you play?

-No, not really.

-You're heading east or west? -West to Perth?

-Ah, we're Perthlings. We're heading east.

It's Will's first big road trip, isn't it, Will?

Will? Will? Will?

I could literally be on fire?

-Hey. -Hey.

-Frankie. -Meg.

-That's will. -Lucky.

Stupid name for a grown man.

-So you're travelling with the whole family?

-Oh Christ, no. That's Bunny and Phyllis.

They were meant to be towing us to a mechanic.

-Yeah, but Bunny's sciatica's being a bastard.

-Oh bugger. Do you know what's wrong with it?

-Yeah. -Think she's just old.

-Hey Benj? -She meant the ute.

-I know you knob. -Oh, that's you being funny?

Yeah, we were in a hurry at the last petrol station

and I accidentally put a few litres of petrol...

-What's up? -These guys got car trouble.

-Oh, Benji. -Hi. Lucky.

Yeah, we accidentally put...

- He put petrol in a diesel!

-Thank you bunny.

- Bugger.

-We just need to get to-- -Big Mike!

-Get to the nearest town as quickly as possible,

because we're in a bit of a hurry to...

- What's up? -Hi. Lucky.

-To get to Perth because... -Petrol in a diesel.

-Ooh. For shizzle.

-You reckon you can fix it?

-Oh, yeah, if we tow him to the site.

-What site? -Got the winch, so...

-No problems. -We just set up a few K's back.

It's a really gorgeous spot actually, isn't it?

-Stunning. -Divine.

-That's amazing. Thank you.

-No worries. We'll get you hooked up.

Hey, Karo!

-Thanks.

What happened to Meg? Did you see where she went?

-Ah...no. Will?

-Oh. Thanks Will.

Thank you.

-Whoa!

-Whoa. Shit.

-Meg? Meg, can you come away from there?

-What are you doing? -We're on the edge of Australia?

-Yeah, I'm aware of that.

-Like, I could sit right here and dangle my legs off

the actual edge of Australia.

-OK, yep, but can you not?

These guys are waiting for us. Can we go, please?

Can you please just come away from the edge?

Now.

-I've only seen the ocean twice.

-Seriously? -Yep.

-Once when I was 10 with Dad and Matty

and once on a school excursion.

- We are not staying.

The quicker we get out of here the better.

-Come on. It might be cool.

-Perth people are not cool.

All they want to talk about is how the rest of the country

owes them more respect,

and how the city centre is really taking off.

-Whoa. -Holy shit.

-Oh, yeah, that's petrol. -Yeah? But what year?

-Thank you so much for helping me with this.

-No, no. We love it.

-Hey, why don't you two have a drink?

Darl, make yourself at home.

There's like soft drink in there and there's food everywhere.

-Thank you.

-Oh and Will's in the van. He's got marshmallows.

-Right.

-You said Perth people were boring, Dad.

-I didn't...

-I didn't... I didn't say that.

-I said...

Come on the Dockers.

-Right. Beverage?

-Ah, yeah, I'll have one.

-We do have to get going-- -Do you want beer?

-Ah...wine.

-What colour?

-Red. -Red?

-Yes.

-Unless it's pinot, in which case, beer.

- Beaver Loop. - Beaver Loop?

-Yeah. -Good one.

- Jebediah. When they were just babies.

-Circus Murders. -So good!

-Cinema Prague. -I loved Cinema Prague.

-Effigy. Storytime. Do you remember them?

-Instrumentals -Yes, the Instrumentals.

-Spank! -Spank.

-Oh what was her name, the lead singer?

-So good. Sasha Ian. -Oh Sasha.

-I wanted to be Sasha Ian so bad when I was at uni.

I cut my... I actually cut my hair into a little bob.

And I wore op shop slips with cherry top buttons.

-Dog-swamp.

Do you remember them?

The one with the brothers?

-Yeah.

-You fucking liar.

-You do play.

-I did play.

- If it wasn't for our gold, our ore,

and our pearls,

our weed...

- Crayfish.

- Our crays.

Yep. - Our crays.

- And our uranium.

And our bloody work ethic.

- Oh yeah.

- Rest of Australia'd be up shit creek without a spoon.

- No shit.

-My brother was a boiler maker

and he had good work ethics,

but there are just no jobs in Karunguna, so...

- Seen the city lately? Remarkable transformation.

- Beautiful - Yeah. Oh it's lovely.

-Dogswamp.

I remember I had a little bit of a thing for your brother,

what was his name?

-Toby. -Toby.

-He's a project manager now.

Whatever that is.

-Hey, you should play.

-Na.

-Go on.

Please play.

For old times sake.

And then we can fuck.

-Can we go now?

-No.

-You're right. Perth people are boring.

-Perth people are awesome!

-No they're not.

-They're pretty good.

-Just go and find-- -I want to go.

-Just go and find something to do.

- Come on, we should have a little dance.

- Will?

Will?

Will!

You want some water?

-Sorry, I meant vodka.

How's the war?

-Pretty intense. -Mm.

-I got my period.

That's my dad.

I'm gonna ask you a question.

Do you have any money?

-Saxophones!

-Adults are cunts.

-What happens when you die?

In...in your game? In the war?

-Ah, you disappear.

-How?

-You kind of disintegrate into the earth.

The war keeps going, but you just stop.

-Do you get to come back?

-No, you have to create a new avatar

and go all the way back to the start.

-It sounds boring.

-War is tough. Death is wasted on the weak.

- What are you doing?

- Oh shit! Shit.

- What the fuck are you doing?

-I want to go. Let's go. -No.

You're the one who said they wanted to stay the night.

-Now. I want to go. I want to go now.

-No. Don't pull this shit with me, Meg.

You're not a child.

-Please, Lucky, can we just go?

-No. This is the first adult interaction I've had

in fucking aeons.

Just go to bed. Or listen to your bogan music or whatever.

Just... We'll leave in the morning.

-Please, Lucky, can we just leave?

-No! You're on your own tonight.

-I thought we were... -We are not anything.

We're just sharing transport because I don't have a choice.

We're not fucking Thelma and Louise.

Jesus.

-I don't feel right.

Hey you've called Matty, Meg and Andy

leave a message-- If you're ugly!

-Hi Dad.

I just...

I just wanted to check that everything was OK...

today.

You're probably asleep.

Anyway...

I just wanted to say that it's...

it's not your fault.

Dad?

-Oh shit.

Shit. Stupid...

Shit.

Shit.

Fucking hell.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Oh shit.

Meg. Meg! No!

-What the fuck?

-No, you don't want to do this! -What the...

-Meg... -Get off!

-These things pass, we've all had...

-Get off! -There are times when--

-I wasn't going to jump off the cliff... Dickhead.

-What? -Get off!

-Get the fuck off.

-What...

Well, what the hell is this about?

-Give that back!

-I don't know what shitty stuff's going on in your life,

Meg, but jumping off the edge of Australia

is not going to fix anything.

-It's Matty's!

I wasn't gonna jump off the cliff, OK?

I would never do that.

-Fuck.

I just...

I went to the ute and you...

and I read the thing and I just thought you...

Fuck.

Oh fuck.

-Today's his birthday.

-I'm so sorry.

-Why?

-Did you tie the rope?

His music isn't crap by the way.

-I know. I'm just an arsehole about music.

-You're an arsehole about everything.

I reckon he would have liked you.

Like, he could have flogged you,

but I don't think he would have, 'cause he would have liked you.

Or else just felt sorry for you.

When did he?

-Ten months ago.

-Jesus.

-Yeah, he was awesome.

Even though there was seven years difference,

we were like Siamese twins.

-What?

-You know, the twins and their heads are joined together--

-Seven years? -Yeah.

-You said he would have been 20?

-He's twen...

-Oh, fuck.

You're 13.

Meg, are you 13?

-Well, yeah, but I'm mature for my age.

-Oh fuck.

-So what if I'm 13, why does it matter?

-Why does it matter?

This was bad enough when you were 16.

You're a child!

Oh my God, I'm being driven across the Nullabor

by a 13-year-old child.

- Oh OK, that's because you're shit driver

not because I'm 13.

-You're not legally allowed to drive, Meg.

You're not legally allowed to be away from your parents.

-Well, if you stopped fucking randoms,

we'd almost be at my mum's by now.

-Oh my God!

I can't believe you've done this to me.

-To you? -Go to bed.

-No! What?

-Tomorrow morning we are turning around

and taking you to the nearest police station.

-You said you tell me to Kalgoorlie to see Mum.

-You're 13!

-Stop saying that! Just stop!

-They're gonna say I kidnapped you.

I could end up in jail for this.

-You're a selfish fucking prick.

-Go to bed. -No, I'm not.

-No! -Get the fuck to bed.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

- Hang on.

Shh! I'm coming!

Just... Shh!

What?

-Do you want to come out?

-No.

-Just one more wine?

-Do you have any idea what your daughter did to my son?

-No. What?

-She came in here, she got him drunk

and then she molested him.

It's not funny.

-Ha.

What did she do exactly?

-She give him vodka

and then she stuck her tongue down his throat.

-Been talking to the others, Lachy, and...

you need to come home.

It's been eight years and enough's enough.

Everyone makes mistakes.

Listen.

Can you hear that?

Enough's enough.

Everyone makes mistakes.

Listen.

Meg!

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