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Shh. Can you hear that?

- Come on. I'm taking you to your mum's.

What the fuck does this mean?

- Jen's in a coma she was asking for you

before she went under.

-Would you be able to give my dad and me a lift to Perth?

-Yeah, I don't think so.

-Did you steal a car?

-You want to get Perth? Get in!

-Well, you're a fucking dead man!

Stop it.

-Lucky, your mum, she's awake.

Whoo!

-Meg.

Oi, Meg? You Dead?

-You drove all night.

-So...

what's the address?

I don't know.

-What? -Yeah, I had it...

I had it on a bit of paper, but I must have left it

in Matty's ute.

-Well, you must...

Do you know the name of the area?

-Yeah, it's near a footy club.

-That's good.

Like here?

-Yeah, O'Connell Street.

-You sure? -Yeah.

-Alright, 14 minutes.

Let's go see your mum.

- Yep.

-Are you nervous?

What are you going to tell her happened to your arm?

-Maybe I'll say the camel did it.

Ah...just right.

-See, that is why camels

shouldn't be allowed to play netball.

-No. -Just for a minute.

-You've got a six-hour drive.

Go see your mum.

-I'm just going to say hi. I won't stay. I'm just--

-Lucky, I just...

-Wow.

So, when you get a phone, I want you to text me, OK?

Seriously, I want to know how you're going.

-Yeah, 'cause you're famously excellent at texting back.

- Yeah.

-Text me.

-Bleurgh.

Fuck off.

Hello?

-My name's Andy, I'm not sure if you can help me,

but I'm looking for my daughter, Meg.

She said that she was staying at some friends,

but they haven't seen her in over a week

and her phone was under her pillow,

but I had this number, right, in my phone

from when she last rang.

And...when she...

When she rang...

Sorry.

It's been an average couple of weeks.

- Andy...

See, I missed her calls and...

-It's OK. Meg told me about your son.

-So you've seen her then?

Oh god, thank God.

-She's not in any trouble. I got her there safely.

-Got her where?

-Thanks. I was busting.

-No dramas, darl.

You want to go left on Meldrum up here,

follow it round, left onto Miles,

right onto Forest, station's about a K on your left.

-Thanks. -Take care.

-Wait, wait, wait. Back up a bit.

-How do you know her? -I just...

I don't really.

-But you drove her... to Kalgoorlie.

-Well, we drove each other, actually.

She said she wanted to go stay with her...

-Sorry, what?

Hello.

Are you still there?

-Her mum's not in Kal is she?

-Mate, her mum pissed off when she was a bub.

We haven't seen her in over 10 years.

-Where is she now? -Just don't worry.

-I'm gonna go find her, OK? -What do you mean?

Where did you leave her?

-She's OK. I promise.

I'll call you back. OK, I'll call you back.

Jesus Christ, Meg, you are a fucked up little unit.

- I want to get to Karingunna.

-Can get you as far as Port Pirie?

$742.50.

-I have a student card.

-It's not a school bus, love.

-Thank you.

-You want to go left on Meldrum, left on Miles.

-Right onto Forest. -Thank you.

-Come on. Come on.

Where are you, Meg?

Meg!

Ah shit!

-No, you stupid idiot.

-Meg! -What the hell, Lucky?

-Stay where you are, mate!

-I spoke with your dad, and I told him I'd find you.

-And I went back to the house-- -Why did you come back?

-I couldn't just leave you

wandering the streets of Kalgoorlie.

- You idiot! You need to go to your mum.

-No, no. -She's gonna die.

And you're not gonna get to say goodbye and it's all my fault.

- Settle down. -No, I shouldn't have left you.

-I told you to! -I should have known.

I'm the grown up, Meg!

-Ow! -Shut up, mate.

-You're hurting my fingers!

- No! Lucky!

-I did it! I stole the car.

He didn't do anything, it was all me.

I stole it!

- Can you just put out an alert or something?

Her name's Meg. She's like 5 foot.

Little skinny kid with a furious look on her face.

Officer? Can I have my phone at least?

So I can ring her dad. So he knows.

She's all on her own.

-She's better off on her own then with a car thief.

-I'm not a fucking car thief.

-Not a very smart one anyway.

I mean who steals a car from Esme?

-He stole a car from Esme?

-Who's Esme?

-He's got balls, I'll give him that much.

- Jesus -Why do I have balls?

-Right, listen, you have to just be quiet for the next 5--

Esme.

You're here early.

It's not really a protocol for the victim to meet the perp.

-Hello, sweetheart.

Hi.

-Where's Haymaker?

-Who?

-So they tell me there was a pianoforte,

of all things, in my float,

where there used to be a racehorse.

Hmm?

So, where is he?

Where's my racehorse?

-I don't know.

We lost him.

-Let's get these off then, eh?

-You don't wish to pursue the matter?

-Ahh... No. No, I don't think so.

I think it's all just pretty clear.

It's just been a little bit of a misunderstanding.

-Thank you.

And I am really sorry that we lost your--

-No. No need. These things happen.

I mean who amongst us hasn't lost a large mammal

once or twice, eh?

-Thank you constable.

-Um...

-I stole it! -Huh?

-I stole the truck...

and the horse float...

and the horse.

-Oh. You'd be Meg then?

OK.

Listen, Mr Flynn was driving.

He's the one that's culpable.

So I'd just keep my mouth shut, OK?

-But where is he? -Esme's got him.

-Shut up.

-He's gone. -Gone where?

-You don't want to know. -Shut up.

-OK, please. He has to get to Perth.

Where is he?

-Look, if you have nowhere to go.

I'll get you the number for Family Services,

they can come down, and maybe find you some...

-Hey! Hey, that's my piano.

-Not anymore it's not. It's evidence.

-Evidence of what?

-Go on, bugger off. -If you wreck that piano--

Fuck!

- I got him at auction for $900.

The others took the piss out of me for bidding,

but I got there early, you understand,

and I saw them trying to get that little bugger

off that float and I saw his eyes.

He fucking hated 'em.

He hated everything.

He was just so fucking angry at the world.

I reckon he never forgave 'em for chopping his balls off.

He has made me nearly 200 grand in the last five years.

You just had to hit the shit out of him on that final bend.

-Oh, sorry. Sorry.

I just have to get this. I'm sorry.

I'll just be a minute.

-You can make that phone call later my darling,

if you're feeling up to it.

This is Lucky Flynn. Leave a message.

-Fuck. Lucky, I wish you'd pick up.

I just...I really...

I'm sorry that I lied about Mum.

I just...

I thought if you knew that I had nowhere to go...

And then when you said that you were going Western Australia,

it just felt like it was, it was far away enough, you know.

And after a while I started to believe it myself.

And it's a bit messed up isn't it?

Anyway...

OK, going now. Bye.

I promise you, I'm not a person who steals cars.

It's just I'm trying to get to Perth to see my mum

because... well, she's dying actually.

-Well, everyone's mum is dying.

The only people who don't have dying mums are the ones

whose mums are already dead.

-Draught thanks.

-Ah, get us a jug you stingy prick!

-Hey... -Jug.

-...is that your crane?

-I drive it. -I need to borrow it.

- Is there something you're not telling us, Kane?

Sperm bank been given out your details?

-Sure. No worries.

-Thanks.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I was joking.

You don't just borrow a 32-ton crane.

-But I... -Get out of here.

Go on, piss off.

-What if I beat you in a game of pool?

-Come on! Scared I'll win?

-Oh bro, your new daughter's awesome!

- Do you know why the world is going to shit?

It's because everyone has a reason for everything.

Now, philosophically, I get it.

It's not my fault I'm like me,

it's not your fault you're like you.

So if you have some terrible tale that explains

why you stole my vehicle and my racehorse...

then I am truly sorry for your troubles.

I am not lacking in empathy.

Irregardless, the reality is...

there still has to be consequences.

You need to take responsibility for your mistake.

Fair's fair?

- I don't-- - Fair's fair?

About to get underway.

The late scratching of Haymaker--

- No pressure, bro.

We're not judging your manhood or anything, eh?

-Yeah, yeah. Shut up.

- Nice. Nice, nice.

- Alright, alright. The man's got some skill.

Man's got some skill.

-Unlucky, man.

- Na, mate, he's out of here.

- Nup. No, no.

It's my pocket.

-What the fuck does that mean?

-West Aussie rules, sis.

Yeah, you have to nominate a pocket and it can't be his.

Sucks balls, eh?

- Ooh.

- Oh, here we go. - Oh!

Shit.

Unlucky, sis.

-So this used to be a Two-Up shed.

Before online pokies killed everything.

So I started this.

I source the fighters.

I run the books.

I make a very nice margin on beer and sausy rolls,

thank you very much.

But every now and then,

you do get a pretty good fight.

But...

If I'm gonna be honest with you,

mostly they just want to see blood.

Sit.

-What the hell did you want to lift anyway?

-Piano.

-Piano?

-Yep.

-I used to play the piano.

- Please, I will find your horse,

I promise.

Or, OK, I can get you money.

-Hey sweetheart, listen,

all I need from you,

is to just stay on your feet for a couple of rounds, OK?

You give them something to bet on.

-Jesus Christ, this is a fucking joke right?

I...I can't fight!

-I'm just-- -You're not just anything, mate!

You are the useless piece of shit

that stole my champion racehorse, aren't you?

-Put this dickhead up against Bevan.

15 to 1.

Beautiful!

What's your name?

Lucky.

Fuck me.

Mwah. Mwah.

Beautiful!

- So, where do you want it?

-I dunno.

-Right. Can I buy a vowel?

-It's Lucky's but he was in the lock-up.

Someone took him. Someone called Esme, I think.

What?

- Oh, one more little thing...

I put $300 on you.

-What?

-'Cause I saw you in Cocklebiddy before you stole my vehicle...

and I saw your anger...

and I can see it now...

just there...

just behind the fear.

So if you win...

-W-win?

-If you win...

I'll split it with ya.

See? Fair's fair.

-But I-- -You go get 'em tiger.

-Please, I...

-You gotta get your hands up, son. Get your hands up!

Get your hands up.

That's it.

- Lucky!

- Lucky!

Stop! Make it stop!

-Hey! Hey! -Make it stop.

-Hey! -Make it stop.

-Hey! -Lucky!

Lucky!

- Get on your feet!

- No, don't get up!

-Lucky! -He's fine. Comeback.

-Mum?

-What?

- Get up! Get up!

- Get up!

- Lucky!

-Come on, up.

-Mate, just stay down.

-Tip for beginners,

this where you fuck off.

- Lucky!

- Just give up!

- I can't do it! - Lachy!

- Tobes... - Lucky!

- It could ruin everything.

- I'm not gonna destroy my family for a stupid fuck.

-Meg.

-Lucky?

Lucky?

Are you OK?

- Yep. I think I broke my fingers.

-I'm sorry I lied about Mum.

-Did you call your dad?

-No, not yet.

-You've gotta call your dad.

- Two thousand two hundred and fifty.

You just had to hit the shit out of him

on that final bend.

- I'll text you when we get to Perth.

Alright, Dad, there's no rush.

I know you will.

Bye.

-Is he OK?

He sounded better.

Ooh, stop. I want to pull over just up here.

- You eat fruit?

- Pink fruits.

- I'm the full Peter Garrett under here.

But I'm feeling good though.

Listen, love...

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. Shh.

Can you hear that?

Can you hear her?

She's really good.

-Gran, stop it.

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