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You do know that the TM said that we've got a cut for handling?

There has to be another solution.

I have tried offering more desirable solutions.

How much did she offer you?

You don't give a fuck about anyone but yourself.

Where's your husband? Uh, he's in Hong Kong.

He's just tying up some business. Doesn't he know you're still here?

I just needed to see you.

Who's Leo? He's my grandson.

We don't have much contact.

Turn it off.

Turn it all off.

Attention, passengers.

There's been a delay for baggage from flight 1857 from Darwin.

We apologise for the inconvenience

and we'll update you as soon as possible.

We've got queues for lost bags heading past the taxi rank.

Your blow-ins are as useless as tits on a bull.

Check out 3 o'clock.

Those bags are going straight back on the plane they just came off.

At this rate, we'll be shutting down domestic completely!

Sustenance for the off-work workers.

For further information, please contact local baggage.

Surprised she didn't bring in robots.

They'd be better than this lot.

I posted a robot attacking a passenger on TikTok.

No way. Did that happen?

Nah, AI. Thought it might scare management.

You got TikTok? Yeah.

I rank public toilets from all over the world.

Oh, no way. Now I have to follow that.

Connie's Commode.

Good morning, good morning, good morning.

Came down to see how you're all faring.

We're just enjoying the show. There's not much to enjoy upstairs,

just a lot of unhappy passengers.

If there's anything I can do to help.

No, we've already tried that, didn't we?

Is, uh...

..belt four domestic or international?

Yeah, you should answer for us. You love doing that.

Ha! Now, that's a miracle.

Lost for words.

I'll leave you to it.

Why did you have to check it in?

We're gonna miss the start.

Cause if I wore it, I wouldn't fit in the seat.

Chill, Tish, we'll be fine. Oh?

What? It's the last show of her tour.

Oh, God! Oh, there it is. Hallelujah!

Hurry up! Let's go, go, go!

Yes! Yes! Thank God.

# You went and made me mad

# Now I'm about to crash

# Machete on the dash

# Pedal to the metal and I take off in a flash

# This is Blak Britney season

# Real gutter bitch, I got the proper seasoning

# Filthy mouth, it need a proper cleaning

# If a gubba got a problem...

Wait.

# Some of you johnnies ain't impressing me

# Auntie curry sausages, please, you stole the recipe... #

What the fuck?

Mark. Chaplain.

All the way from Brussels.

Just wanted to drop them off as a thank you for our chats.

Hey, it's what I'm here for.

Thank you, thank you.

So where are we off to today?

Tokyo, then on to Hamburg.

Tokyo? Ah...

Ryoko wo tanoshinde kudasai.

Means, "Enjoy your trip."

Keep practising, chaplain.

Ever been? No, I wish.

I've never left the country since I arrived as a 12-year-old.

Seriously? Yeah.

I mean, I had a trip planned once, but, um...

I think working here is probably the closest I'm ever gonna get.

How's things?

Yeah. Good.

Yeah?

Tobias, ah, sorry to interrupt.

Oh. Mira, Captain Cahill.

Mark. Mark.

We'll have to get you up to the pointy end one of these days.

I'd love that. You take care.

Yeah, you too. Thanks, Mark.

Thank you.

Could use you up there.

Yeah. I've seen the chaos

and it's only going to get worse.

Well, if Lex wants to play hard, I can play hard.

Maybe if we'd heard him out, it wouldn't have come to...

He walked out of the meeting.

He did, yeah.

But, look, if he wasn't up for negotiating

he would have gone home by now.

He's down there.

He's watching your blow-ins load jet pets onto the catering truck.

It's enough to make anybody go back to work.

Sorry, can I just...

You're not still sleeping in your office, are you?

Don't say you're up late writing reports,

because I still haven't seen one.

No, there's a little turbulence at home, that's all.

The airport's not a hotel. No, the room service is terrible.

Whatever the state of your marriage, you cannot sleep here.

It's not negotiable.

No. Understood.

CT-34 to Mildura has been loaded with Singapore baggage.

This isn't my case. What a surprise.

Uh-huh. Oh, alright.

Thank you, I'll just carry these myself.

No worries.

How are you going there, Yasmin?

Yeah, terrific, Tobias.

When I was little, you know, I dreamed about doing this.

Excuse me. Are you with lost bags?

You know what, babes? Not today.

Here you go. Have fun.

Excuse me, if you don't mind just moving that bag out of my face.

Well, it seems like I am. My friend's got the wrong case.

Yeah, I can't see Miss Kaninna like this.

Like, no. You're gonna have to, Mills.

We're not all missing out because you decided to check your bag.

Look, if you fill in one of these forms,

the airline will contact you

and get you your bag once they've located...

Ugh, surely there's, like, an app or something.

My mum's gonna kill me.

I packed her wedding dress as my fit.

You what? Shit! Mills...

That was stupid.

Surely the owner of this sporty junk

is gonna realise it's not their wedding day.

Um, can I have it? Sure. It stinks, though.

I reckon you're not the only one in desperate need of their bag.

Leave it with me. Wait, how long is it gonna take?

Miss K's on at four. So is the game.

The bags from the Hobart flight was supposed to be at four,

and then half of them went to eight

and then the bell started reversing.

It's crazy.

Oh, look at this Chippendale.

No idea what he's doing. Can we go back to the carousel?

Yeah.

Bingo.

Who's that? Come on! That's Kody Cunningham.

Never heard of him.

Mate, you've been in this cave far too long.

That's not completely wrong.

Yep. There he is.

Q-H-I...

Hey, Ziv?

How would you like to be responsible for reuniting

Kody Cunningham with his lucky boots?

Yep! Yep. I'm texting you a number plate now.

Desperate to help, are you, Chaplain?

Or are you just after an autograph now?

Multiple things can be true, Sami.

Thanks.

Ciao.

This is Ty. Don't leave a message.

This is Ty. Don't leave a message.

That's where the guys crash when they're on back to backs.

They're not allowed to do that.

No, but you know what?

Split shifts are a joke.

Three hour turnarounds don't cover petrol, tolls,

let alone sleep.

So anything less than ten hours in between shifts, no one goes home.

It's fucking brutal, right?

You know, if you ever came down from your ivory tower

and wore our shoes for a moment, you'd understand.

You end the stop work and we'll talk.

Alright, Princess. I'll tell you what.

You lose the tusks, we talk terms, you nix the need for beds,

you fix the fans down here so it's not like a sauna,

no sackings, in writing, and then we go back to work.

That's so unreasonable. That's the way it is.

Hey, this place is cooked.

I quit.

Oh, shit. That's a shame.

No stamina, these scabs.

There we go.

We'll leave that there for now, just come help me with this.

These go to bay 18, let's load them.

"Princess"?

You'll get used to being wrong about me.

Asha?

Asha!

Asha! Jesus.

I'm sorry, I did try to...

Though you were immigration.

How's that going? The visa application.

All sent off.

It'll be around a week or so, though, before I hear back.

OK.

Look, reason why I'm here, I'm really sorry

but you can't stay here any longer while you wait.

Can I call the embassy for you?

I'm sure they can sort something out.

No.

It's fine.

I've done what I can,

and I can't keep sleeping in my office.

The thing is...

I've been seeing this guy here.

What does that... Is that good?

I mean, maybe you can stay with him.

I don't know.

He drove me to the airport and dumped me there.

And...

Asha, are you pregnant?

Yes.

I am.

OK.

So that's why you didn't want to go home to your parents?

And this guy you've been seeing,

the one who dumped you at the airport,

does he know? No.

And I am...

I can't... I can't contact him.

It's complicated.

Look, you should be having this conversation with him,

I mean, I can organise some support for you.

Someone to talk through your options.

That'd be great.

I need to take this.

Look, of course you can stay here.

Just while you figure this out.

Yep? No, I'm here.

OK. Yep. No, five minutes away.

Tobias.

Got the number of Kody's driver for you.

Well done, Ziv.

You think he'll get us some tickets for the game as a thank you?

You never know.

It's not why we do it, though, is it?

Yep, hello. My name's Tobias Wallace.

I work at the airport.

Kody.

Kody!

Yeah, mate? You took the wrong suitcase.

What do you mean?

Damn.

I cannot wear this onto the G.

Oh, Miss Kaninna? Sick.

It starts soon, and I'm just... It's alright.

We've been talking and this might be him.

Wait. What?

# You went and made me mad

# Now I'm about to crash... #

Ah! Yo!

You're a Miss Kaninna fan? Yeah, man.

You guys want a lift to the show?

The G is right next door.

The what? Yeah, of course we do.

Come on, come on. In, in, in.

Here we go. Thank you.

Thanks for sorting it out, chaplain.

No worries, Kody. No worries.

Um, look, my mate Ziv is a bit of a fan.

Do you think he could have an autograph?

Sure, mate. No worries.

There you go. Thank you so much.

Appreciate your help.

Thank you. Come on.

Have a good game.

Bye! Thank you so much.

Love you, mister. Thank you!

Thank you.

Love you, mister!

Thank you.

Let's go, let's go!

The 10th of February, say, 10:00-10:30 in the morning.

Oil spill on bay five cleared now.

Thank you. And it's a security issue.

Come on.

You owe me for rabbit gate. Alright.

That is not how I remember it.

Yes. Copy that, Brodie.

You nearly got me fired.

That was all you, mate.

And poor Johnny.

That review nearly broke him.

Alright, fine.

But you're gonna have to leave me alone for a whole week, OK?

Deal? OK.

Drop offs, international departures.

Yeah, that's her.

Hey, isn't that the prayer room girl?

Asha, yeah. Can you zoom in on the plate?

OK, so it's not a security issue, then.

You know what? I should have known.

You know, I'm just gonna say

that the chaplain broke into the IOC while I was at lunch.

Alright? Because I am not dealing with this.

Hey, Ziv? It's me again.

Um, we've got another baggage mix up.

Needs an urgent fix.

Well, I might have a little payment for you for this one.

OK. Thanks, Ziv.

Thanks, mate.

Hey, Ziv, you must really have some sins to atone for, mate.

Hey, Sami, fuck you. Fuck you too.

Hey.

Hi.

Um, sorry I didn't call earlier. How did it go?

I was there in the hearing without a word from you.

You know what that looked like?

My own wife not giving a character reference?

I...

I couldn't sign the reference you gave me, Anthony, I'm so sorry.

It's not how I see you.

I asked you to write your own.

Um...

I didn't know how to make it honest and flattering at the same time.

Losing this will end me if I'm found to be complicit.

I will be unemployable, destroyed.

We could have survived this.

How? By working together.

By you not running away the moment things got tough.

I have to go.

You asked me to put myself in your shoes.

I did. Now it's your turn.

Can't have people camping on site.

It's unsafe, it's unfair.

I mean, I imagine it's really bad for morale

when you're using a suitcase as a pillow.

Yeah, right.

Um...

If we could get discounted staff car parking,

that would help reduce the cost to get to work.

Right, OK. Car parks.

I guess we could get a reduced rate if we framed it

as, like, a greening initiative.

Like, discounts for employees who carpool.

That's a great idea.

Yeah, I could roster the guys who live near each other

on together, yeah. Great.

That's not the real problem, though, is it?

We've got casual contracts.

We have no permanent positions, no permanent posts, right?

So we have no job security, Mira.

I hear you, Lex, I do.

But every solution has a price tag

and the airport can't operate in the red.

You are going to have to meet me halfway.

A car registered to a Charlie Barton.

Got it. Thanks.

Charlie Barton...

Hello.

Oh, hey. This is Tobias Wallace.

I'm a chaplain at Victoria Airport.

Could I speak to Charlie Barton, please?

This is Charlie.

Oh, um, I'd wanted to talk to you about Asha.

Asha?

Uh, yeah.

Um, I understand you might have recently dropped her off

at the airport.

I did.

Um, what is this about?

Um, I'm not sure. Sorry.

I'm also now assuming

that you weren't in any sort of relationship with Asha.

I don't know what she's told you, chaplain,

but I was Asha's student services officer.

Right. She'd failed university

and her visa was about to be cancelled

and that's why I drove her to the airport.

She told me she'd quit.

Definitely not. A consistent fail in all her subjects.

Bar socialising, I believe. Um, OK.

Sorry to bother you. Thanks, Charlie.

Sorry, mate.

Sorry.

Steph! Hey, dad.

Hi.

We just thought we could come and say thanks for the plane.

Oh.

Thought maybe you could show us some taking off, Grandpa.

Of course. I'd love to.

Hello, little Leo.

Oh, hello. How are you?

Who's that?

That's Asha, she's an international student.

I'm helping her sort a few things out.

Why is she here? Is she living with you?

No, she's not living with me, Steph, she's...

I mean, yes, she's been staying, but...

Not anymore. Seriously, dad?

It's OK. She's leaving. Right.

It's temporary. I've heard that before.

I'm helping her sort a few...

You never learn, do you?

Hey. Come in.

Dad? This is Steph.

Hi. Hi.

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