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- Dog-swamp! Please play.

For old times sake.

And then we can fuck.

- Hi Dad.

I just wanted to say, it's not your fault.

Please, Lucky, can we just go.

-You're on your own tonight.

Oh, shit.

-I wasn't going to jump off the cliff!

-Well, what the hell's this about then?

-It's Matty's!

-I'm so sorry. -Why? Did you tie the rope?

-Meg are you 13?

I could end up in jail for this!

-You're a selfish fucking prick.

-You need to come home. Everyone makes mistakes.

-Meg!

- Toby, just don't walk through the flowers.

- My room!

-Why is Grandma's piano still here?

-Well, she couldn't take it to the nursing home,

so she said we could keep it.

Isn't that great?

-It's a bit sad actually.

-Yeah, it is a bit.

But she knows that we'll look after it for her.

Yeah! yeah! Yeah! -Toby!

-I'm still standing after all this time!

-Just settle down.

- Picking up the pieces of my life...

I'm still standing.

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

-You...lying...

selfish...

- Fucking cunt!

-No. No. Toby...

-Where is my fucking piano!

I'm gonna fucking kill you, you little shit.

-Hey? -Jesus, mate!

Where'd you come from?

-Sydney, that'd be right.

-Can I have some water please? -If you don't mind girl germs?

You look like you've been hit by a truck.

-The little shit stole my piano. -Really? Cheeky bugger.

Let's have a look then, shall we?

Nope. No piano here.

Just this little fella.

You coming?

So, you one of them Jesus fellas?

-Sorry?

-Blokes who go wandering through the desert

because they want to be like Jesus.

You know, 40 days and whatnot.

See if God saves them.

-No, I...

this girl took off and left me.

-Breakups are hard.

So you like unicorns, do ya?

-What?

-My kids love 'em! Unicorns and mixed martial arts.

-No, I just...

-It's a sign.

-What is?

-People knick 'em.

Tourists mostly.

Take 'em back to wherever they come from.

Look what I brought back from Down Under!

Kangaroo, a wombat, camel...

All fun and games.

But then no one know what's up ahead do they?

They're not gonna know what's coming.

-Wait, whoa. Whoa. Whoa, where are we going?

...KFC and then home for 'Game of Thrones'.

-No. No, I need to get out.

-Can you pull over please? -You sure?

-I have to keep going west, my mum's...waiting.

- Sorry, little guy. -Rightio. Hop out then.

Not you.

Here.

You don't need burnt soles.

-Thank you.

-You better take this too.

You don't want to be drinking your own piss.

-No.

-Thanks...for...

everything.

-No worries.

Don't get lost.

-You're fucking kidding me.

Oh, fuck off.

Ah!

What the...f..

Fuck!

I wasn't doing anything.

I stood still you little bastard!

Isn't that the deal?

I stand still and you don't bite me.

Fuck!

Ah!

What do I do? What do I do?

Do I suck it or tourniquet it?

Do I suck it or tourniquet it?

Do I suck it?

Or tour... Do I suck it or tourniquet it

you slimy fucking prick?

Ah!

Ah... Fuck!

Fuck. Fuck.

I've been bitten by a snake.

I got bitten by a snake!

I've been bitten by a snake!

- It's yours anyway, it always was.

- Hey, Lucky?

- I'm still standing after all this time.

- I can't do it!

- Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

- Just give it time.

- We don't just give up, do we?

Lachy?

- Mum?

What are you doing here?

I'm late. I'm sorry.

This fucking kid, she took grans piano.

She took our piano and I don't know where she is.

She could be anywhere.

I was bringing it home because I thought...

thought it'd be nice to...

be nice to bring her something.

But now I don't have anything.

Toby doesn't want to see me.

Of course he doesn't, he hates me.

Everybody hates me.

And I... I've got nothing

to give.

So...

I think maybe I'll just go back.

I think I'll just go back.

And I can't face them.

I can't face...

you.

I'm sorry, Mum. I'm...

I'm such a fucking selfish...

- Holy shit, mate!

Thought you were a bloody big red.

- What have we got here? -G'day, Barry.

-G'day Joselito.

-Not a great place for a kip, mate.

What happened?

- I was bitten by a snake.

- That's no good. What sort of snake?

-It was long and scaly and kinda brown.

-Ah. It sounds like a brown snake.

-Yeah. But was it a Western Brown or Eastern Brown?

-I don't know. What's the difference?

-Well, tough to tell me, mate, you know, symptoms are the same.

Only difference is Western you survive, Eastern you die.

-Right.

OK, could one of you guys take me to a hospital?

-Ah not many where I'm headed.

Nearest hospital is east. Ceduna.

Barry, drop him off?

-Yeah, no worries.

-Good on ya, mate. See youse later.

-Thanks.

-Come on, mate. Let's get a wriggle on.

-Thanks.

-Sorry. -This bloody road, eh?

Yesterday I saw a bloke dragging a crucifix up here.

This morning, I see a midget in a ute

with a bloody piano on the back and now I find a hippie

pretending to be roadkill.

All I need now is...

-Wait! -Hey!

- Stop! - Where are you going?

-What are you doing you idiot? -Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

-Want me to suck it for you?

-What?

-The snake bite.

I can suck it if you like?

Just kidding, mate!

Sucking doesn't really work, that's just in the movies.

It's like pissing on jellyfish sting, you know,

some pervert probably made it up getting his rocks off.

Chupa chup?

Mate. You're lucky I stopped for you.

This is me, see.

Joselito!

Most reliable driver four years running!

Mostly nothing stops me.

Not dead kangaroos not broken-down cars.

Not even a full bladder. Look!

You got any jellyfish sting on ya?

Hey, you like red liquorice?

I've got eight tonnes of it back there.

Due in Freo tomorrow.

And I will be there, because I have integrity.

My integrity is the only thing that will get me

to where I gotta be...

and methamphetamine.

Methamphetamine also helps.

- Jesus.

-Relax Mad Max.

You got a lot of venom inside you.

Here, benzos. Careful.

Careful, enough there to kill a camel. Eh?

Now, let me put on some meditative music for ya.

Some birds and waterfalls.

-So...you play? -What?

-The piano. Do you play? -Not much.

Not anymore.

-Why did you stop playing? Were you shit?

-I just...

I wasn't enjoying it anymore.

Lost the love.

-So?

I don't like red liquorice, doesn't matter.

It's not for me.

-It's so straight.

-800 kilometres, you know. Only one bend.

It's amazing how many people miss it.

-I can't do it!

-Yes you can. Come on, I've heard you. Come on, Lachy.

-My fingers don't move that fast.

-Hey. We don't give up do we? Come on, try again.

Come on.

I can't do it!

- Lachy!

- Joselito... if I fall asleep.

What if I don't wake up?

-Well, if you don't wake up...

then it was definitely an Eastern Brown.

Oh my...

What is that word?

Matty, what is that stupid word?

Is it eggs?

-Sounds like eggs.

Like...

Like...like maybe he loved her so much

that he put all of his eggs in her basket.

-I hate you for what you did, Matty.

You're such a selfish fucking....

Aches.

It's aches.

I'll give all my aches to you.

Look out, Meggles.

-Whoa whoa whoa. Easy there Lucky, ya.

It was just a roo mate. You know, just a kangaroo.

-Did you see a...

-No, no, no. We haven't passed any utes.

I haven't seen any upright pianos.

Here. Promise.

You feel better?

-Yeah, a little bit.

-Go Western Browns, huh?

Alright. What have we got here? We've got Toto.

We got Hall and Oates. We got Sepultura.

-Stop. Stop. Stop, please stop.

Mate, you know I can't-- -Please. Joselito, please?

-Please. -Shit.

-Just dump me, I'll be fine. I promise.

Thank you. Sorry. Thank you.

Thank you.

Holy...

Oh fuck.

No.

Meg?

Meg.

Are you OK?

-I swerved.

What's a camel doing on the Nullarbor Plain?

-There are signs. -Well, I didn't see any.

-He's not going to last long. -I can't leave him.

Don't make me leave him.

-Meg, come on. Please. -No.

I found him.

-What do you mean?

-I found him and I tried to get him down.

Like, hold him up, but I couldn't,

he was just so heavy, I couldn't do it.

I hate him for what he did! I hate him!

I hate him! I hate him!

I hate him.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

No.

-Shh.

That's it.

-Thank you.

Sorry little guy.

-I wonder what his name was.

I reckon maybe Craig.

Play something.

-What?

-Now? -Yeah, it's a funeral.

There should be music to celebrate his life.

That's what music's for.

-Piano's completely--

-You played so you could root that old lady in the car,

so you can fucking well play for Craig.

-What do you want me to play?

-Something appropriate.

- My humps My humps My humps My humps

My little camel...

Too soon?

-A bit.

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