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- Been talking to the others, Lachy,

and you need to come home.

Everyone makes mistakes.

- You drove her to Kalgoorlie?

-Her mum's not in Kal is she?

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

-I'm sorry I lied about Mum.

-You've gotta call your dad.

-She's really good.

-Gran, stop it.

- It'll be more peaceful.

Not having you turn up every other day bashing away.

It's yours anyway, it always was.

Since the day we moved in here and you walked up to it

and you put your finger--

-I know the story, Mum.

-Just give it time.

He loves you, Lachy.

He'll come round.

-This is where you grew up?

-Uh-huh.

-I can totally see why you hate it so much now.

I feel quite sorry for you.

Maybe you should organise like a fun run, you know,

to raise awareness.

-Come on dickhead.

-Hello?

Hello?

-She's pretty...

hey?

- Lucky?

You're hurt.

-I'm Meg.

Hi, I'm Suzie.

-You are? -Lucky's driver. Sort of.

We spoke on the phone.

-Meg is...

-Yeah he smashed into me so I had to give him a lift.

-From...from Sydney.

-Yeah, na... Well...Mildura.

-Mildura?

-Yeah. Have you been to Mildura?

-Um...

You don't have to. I mean, it's nice, but you know.

Unless you're into oranges.

Are you into oranges?

-Ah...

-You had a car accident? -Yeah, well--

Yeah, he doesn't believe in mirrors.

-Was it bad? You--

-Yeah, it was pretty bad. He totalled his car.

Oh, but that's not what happened to his face, that was a fight.

Although he was pretty weird looking anyway, to be fair.

-I just don't...

-How old are you? -Sixteen.

Thirteen.

-And you were driving a car?

Ute. It was a ute.

- I didn't even know you had a car.

What happened to you?

- Hi Mum. -Hi.

Oh.

-Sorry, I'm late.

-You're always late, Lachy.

I don't know you.

-No...um...

I'm Meg.

-Oh, g'day, Meg.

Are we related?

- Mum. - Christ, Jen.

-Well, you never know. -No, he ran into my ute.

And my arm was fractured, so he drove me to hospital.

-Oh, what was in it for him?

-Free Ride. -Oh, that sounds about right.

-Are you gonna be a cow the whole time I'm here?

Is that your plan?

-Well, that just depends on how long you're here.

-Or how long I am.

-Where is she?

-She's at a birthday party With Tobes.

They'll be back soon.

-Who?

-My husband and our daughter.

-How close to death does a girl have to be to get a cup of tea?

- Good idea.

- You idiot.

-I gotta...give her a hand.

-She seems OK.

Feisty.

-Doctor says she's got days at most.

Apparently it's quite common to perk up just before...

The chemo's all out of her

and she's pretty off her face on morphine.

Will Meg want tea?

-She only drinks Fanta.

-We have cordial.

-Worth a try.

-Jen's been going on about wanting a bloody swim.

- 'Course she has.

- I would have liked a girl.

Oh, but they were lovely boys, though.

Always bickering.

Nothing serious, it was just...

band names and harmonies.

-Oh, they were best friends.

Inseparable.

I got my girls in the end.

You don't think he'll tell her...

do you?

-Orange cordial. -Oh, thank you.

- Just give it a minute, Mum.

- OK.

-So, Meg, where are your parents?

-Well, I don't have a mum,

because she pissed off when I was a baby,

and my dad's in Karingunna,

but he's being really sad because of my brother who died.

So...I was just kind of like, "Bugger this!"

So I'm having a bit of a break.

-Here they are!

Oh.

- I should give a lolly to Gran.

- Yeah.

Just don't wake her if she's sleeping, OK, Squidface.

-She calls them nipples.

- What?

-Strawberries and Cream. Gran calls them nipples.

- Sh-sh-sh-sh.

-Want to show Gran your parrot as well, Squid--

-Hello.

-Hi Billie.

-You're Uncle Lucky.

Nice to meet you.

-Nice to meet you too.

-Want a lolly?

-Oh yeah. Thanks.

-What happened to your hand?

-I hurt it.

-Der.

- Yeah, der.

Um...

Billie this is my friend Meg.

-Hi.

-Hi. -Nice to meet you.

-I like your boots. -Thank you.

I like your hook.

-Hello Gran. -Hi darling.

- Uncle Lucky's here. - I know.

- Have a nipple. - Thank you.

-I can sing all of yours and Dad's songs.

I know them off by heart.

Except for the ones with rude words,

'cause I'm not allowed to listen to them yet.

But I will be next year.

-Next year? -Ah... Year after.

-Oh, well, when I'm 11. I'm nine now.

It was my birthday this week, wasn't it Mum?

-Uh-huh. - Yeah, I know.

I'm sorry I didn't bring you a card.

-Tobes.

-What?

-I mean surely that was a fucking joke, right?

-Dad!

-You're sorry you didn't get her a birthday card?

That's what you sorry for is it brother?

-No, I was...

-I mean you piss off for eight years, then you rock back in

with Mum 48 hours from kicking the bloody bucket--

-Oh hold on.

-I'm not just rocking back in. - Toby, I think Lucky--

-Oh, here we go. -No, I'm not going anywhere...

- What, you're going to defend him now are you?

-...until I've had a swim -Mum, you're not having a swim!

-Look, just...

Just...

I did, I brought something.

For you.

From Sydney.

It's out the front.

-Can I go?

-Um... Yeah.

-No, no. No, fuck this.

-Toby. -No, don't do it.

Don't do that. OK, I'm allowed.

- Hey.

He doesn't get to just come here and...

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

-Tobes.

-Hey, Billie... -Yeah?

-Could you show me your room.

Please, I'd love to see your toys.

-OK. -OK.

-Toby.

- Fuck.

Oh fuck.

- Maybe I wanted it like that!

What happened to your face?

-Got in a fight.

-'Course you did.

-Um...we lost this lady's horse. -What?

-Why didn't you answer my texts?

-My phone didn't work...

in the desert.

-Why in the name of Christ were you in the desert?

Why didn't you just get on an aeroplane two weeks ago

when I told you how sick she was?

Why didn't you just book

a motherfucking flight and come home?

-It's just that...

-I wanted-- -Oh, you broke again are you?

- Oh.

-I mean you're 42 years old, mate.

How can you not have enough money--

-Toby, I know this probably comes as a surprise to you,

but not everyone just has money lying around.

Not everyone is given, for example, a house.

-Hey! -A $3 million--

-We moved in here to look after her you little shit.

- Shhh! Both of you.

Do you want to tell her?

-No, he's not telling her.

-I am asking what he wants.

-Well, I don't care what he wants!

Why should we care?

Selfish shit's never given a fuck about anyone

other than himself--

-Oh great, that took, what, 10 minutes to get to--

-Did you just look at your wrist?

-...get to selfish. Ten minutes. -Invisible watch on?

Is that all you've got after eight years.

That's the only word you can think of is selfish.

-Yeah, well give me something else then!

Anything other than pure unfettered narcissism!

- You are quite selfish.

-For fuck's sake, Mum. -I'm just saying.

-Look, you have no right to her.

Do you understand me?

I'm her dad.

-Jesus, why do you think I've stayed away?

- You got about 10 minutes, I reckon.

I told her that if she finishes her puzzle

I'd make sure her present's ready for her.

He's not selfish.

-Sorry, who are you?

- Oh, this is Meg.

-She's Lucky's driver.

-I mean he can be selfish, you know.

Definitely, he can be a complete arsehole, but...

mostly, I think he's just sad, you know.

It's like he's got a really old soul.

And not in the good way, though.

Not in the way people like, "Oh she's so wise."

"She has a really old soul."

I mean his soul is literally old.

It's like an old car, it's like totally buggered.

But he's also like a kid at the same time.

It's like he never got started with being a grown up.

But he can be really nice.

I mean he did drive me to the hospital

and he punched the shit out of this bikie

that was trying to pick a fight.

And helped me get my wallet back and...

we buried a baby camel together.

You know, not many people would do that.

Sorry, Billie said it was her birthday this week?

Tuesday, it's the 15th, right?

Well, you probably don't believe in coincidences,

but it's really weird

'cause that was... that was my brother's birthday.

Yeah, he would have been 20.

And there was this time just a few days ago,

but it feels like weeks when...

Lucky thought he'd saved my life,

but I told him to stop being a dickhead and everything but...

I don't know.

Maybe...maybe he did.

So I suppose that's something else other than

unfettled narciss-scissors or whatever you said.

And he brought that fucking piano this whole way, so...

-Do you know the thing that fucks with my head?

After all this time, it still just does my head in.

If you and...

If you hadn't have done what you did...

she wouldn't exist.

She's just a baby, OK?

Oi, Squidface!

-Go and see what Uncle Luck's got.

-Hey. You want to get up here with me?

Ready on three? One, two...

- Budge over.

-Right. So this was your great gran Nell's piano.

Do you know about Nell?

She was an amazing jazz piano player, right?

Anyway, Nell taught my mum to play on this piano.

-Gran? -Yeah, your gran.

And Gran taught me and she's also teaching you, I think.

-We've lessons on Saturdays,

except when I have footy, then we do it on Sundays sometimes.

Well, not now, 'cause she's too sick.

-Yeah, I would have liked to teach him myself...

but I've...

had to be away...

And I...

I don't think I'm a very good teacher anyway,

I'm not patient like Gran.

So this piano lived in that front room for 65 years

and that's where your dad and I used to play when we were kids.

-Like in the photo? -Yeah, like in that photo.

So, anyway, when you...

When I went away, I took this piano with me

because Gran said it belonged to me, but...

I don't know.

I think it belongs here, probably.

Never sounded quite right over there.

And then...

your gran sent me this video a few weeks ago

and I could hear you playing on it,

and it was really beautiful.

You were just on your little keyboard,

but you're so good, Billie.

You were playing that...I don't know where it comes from.

What's that one?

-I made that up.

-Did ya?

I thought you might have.

And so I thought, it's time you had a proper piano.

And I know it doesn't look fantastic,

but it still sounds good, believe it or not.

It's got its own special sound, right,

and all these dings and scratches

and broken bits,

they're all part of why it sounds the way it does.

And you don't practice. OK?

You don't think of it as practice. It's just playing.

You just play whenever you feel like it.

Whatever you feel, you just play OK.

And...and you can make heaps of mistakes.

And you never worry about that

because sometimes when you make mistakes,

that's when you make something accidentally beautiful.

Sometimes.

So this is yours.

This is yours now.

And I'm giving it to you because I can't give...

'cause I can't be a very good uncle.

-This was her favourite song, you know.

-Oh, I know.

-It's becoming my least favourite.

They've been playing it for half an hour.

- Oh, here come Billie for the bridge!

- Yeah.

- I don't know.

- One more time!

-Come in, it's open.

I think that's Andy.

-Andy? Lucky.

Hi.

-We'll go find Meg.

-Sorry to hear about your mum.

-Thanks.

-Good funeral?

-Yeah, thanks, it was really good.

Do you want a beer or wine?

-I'm off it for a bit I reckon.

Um...thanks.

Thanks for looking after her.

-Reckon it was her looking after me most of the time.

- She'll do that.

- Dad!

-Baby girl.

-It's OK.

-I miss him.

-Oh sweetie pie.

It's gonna be OK.

-Yeah, I miss him too.

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