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(birds chirping)

(foreboding music)

(man muttering)

- [Boy] Dad, stop.

Stop.

(traffic humming)

(Josh sighs)

(phone ringing) (door clicking)

- Yes, please.

- Hi, I have a booking for two to Hobart.

- Name? - Ryan Riley.

- Nothing under that name.

- Josh Riley?

(machinery tapping)

- [Woman] No.

- Can I buy two tickets to Hobart then?

- [Woman] You need to have a booking to buy tickets.

- I had a booking.

- [Woman] Not that I can see.

(phone ringing)

- Hey!

Where you going?

(cars humming)

(gentle music)

- [Driver] I can only take you as far as Deloraine

is that all right? - [Ryan] No, that's fine, thanks.

I really appreciate it.

- [Driver] Where are you headed?

- [Ryan] Just the south of Hobart.

- [Driver] (mumbles) You still got a fair way to go.

Go for it, I brew it me self.

(music drowns out speaker)

If you're a traumatized individual,

it's kind of just suppress the whole bunch of shit

that happened to you when you were a child

and you've been going on swimmingly

and everything seems right.

Put yourself in the environment of that kind of thing again,

it can completely bring up a whole bunch of shit.

You've basically had to sleep for maybe 20 years.

- Watch that for me.

(patrons chattering)

(Josh exhales) (easygoing music)

(Ryan sighs)

(thunder rumbling)

- You drive for work?

- [Driver] Deliveries.

- Must be great being on the road all the time.

You know especially on days like today.

- Ah, don't trust it.

Stirring it out here, been in thick snow before.

- [Ryan] Wow, really?

- [Driver] Drove the last truck too.

Had to get this piece of shit,

company made me pay it off out of my wage.

- [Ryan] Can they do it?

- [Driver] Yeah, tried to fight them.

Nah, I reckon there's no point now.

- [Josh] They're capitalist motherfuckers.

- [Driver] Sorry.

- Shareholders' satisfaction must be one's top priority

as to insure continual growth of net profits.

- [Driver] Yeah, well, look, all I know is I wanna,

just gonna get myself another job.

- You can run all you like, man,

but there's no escaping the corporate nightmare.

- Sorry, my brother gets a bit worked up sometimes.

- I apologize, it's not very polite to point out

the futility of one's actions

while they're giving them a ride.

But tell me, in the last election, who'd you vote for?

- Josh, come on.

- [Driver] It's none of your business.

- Well, I don't mean to sound indelicate,

but you may have brought this upon yourself.

Sorry, deliveries, but to them, you're just grease

to the mill, I mean you might

as well be in fighting in Afghanistan,

I mean if you think about it.

It's all one big sick joke.

- Shut up.

- [Driver] Afghanistan is not a joke.

- Sorry?

- It's not a fucking joke!

- (laughs) Ah, yeah, it fucking is.

- Oh, yeah?

Right, you guys better get out.

- [Ryan] Hang on--

- No, my brother was in Afghanistan.

You either shut the fuck up or get out.

- [Josh] Well your brother's just as thick as you are.

(Josh grunting) - Hey, hey, hey!

We're gonna go, we're gonna go, we're gonna go.

(car doors thudding)

(Josh coughing) You okay?

Where'd he get you? - Wow, fuck off.

(car engine roaring)

(Josh coughing)

(gentle music)

- Okay, there's a car coming.

Hey. - No, no, no, no.

Don't worry about it.

Don't worry about it!

It's fine.

(bag clunking)

(sorrowful music)

(fire crackling)

(Josh sighs)

- Hm? - Thank you.

- That be there some good moonshine there.

You have a really good moonshine

at one point. - Yeah.

- I think they did a real good job there, that guy.

Know what he's talking about?

Mm.

(coughs) I think that's from the Appalachian Mountains.

I'll point, I'll point that this guy is not a coal miner.

- Nope. - You know what I'm saying?

- Nope. - A bunkie's here.

- He's a mountain man.

- (laughs) He's a mountain man.

Get that into ya. - Yeah.

(Ryan sighs)

Hey.

We're gonna be all right.

You know?

I know it would mean a lot to her, us...

Us coming down together.

It's so weird.

I can't believe it's only,

I can't believe it's only been a week.

It hasn't really hit me yet.

I mean does it ever really hit you, I don't know.

Sometimes...

Her...

Sometimes I think...

Where is she now?

Like, she was here.

And now she's just supposed

to be somewhere else. - Where you going, man?

- I don't know, I'm sorry.

This is the first time I've really had the chance

to sit down and think about everything.

That it's good to come back.

Show her our respect.

(Josh sighs)

- Maybe her, but not him.

- What do you mean? - Why should I respect him?

He was a fool for swimming upstream against the tide.

- (sighs) Anyway, I really wanted to thank you

for coming down, I think it's--

(bottle clunks) - Will you just shut

the fuck up please?

- Sorry. (Josh sighs)

I'm sorry.

(solemn music)

(distant shouting)

(Josh sighs)

(phone ringing)

- [Jenny] Hi, you've reached Jenny,

I can't take your call right now

but please leave a message and I'll get back to you.

(phone line beeps)

- Hi, Jenny, it's Ryan.

I'm just on my way down with Josh now

and I'm just calling to let you know

we might be a little bit later than we thought,

but we should be in by tomorrow at the latest.

If you could check on things in the mean time,

I would really appreciate it.

Thanks so much, that would be great and...

Yeah, it's weird being back.

Things aren't really going as expected.

Anyway, I don't have any signal up here,

but should hopefully get some when we get back down

on to the highway, so you should be able to get me then.

Okay,

thanks, bye.

(phone clanks)

(Ryan breathes heavily)

Josh!

Josh!

(insects humming)

(Ryan breathes heavily)

Hi, sorry.

My brother's gone, he took off without his bag or anything,

could you give me a lift and help me find him?

- We've only got two seats.

You mind laying on the bed in the back?

- Sure.

(car rumbling)

- Um. (woman laughing)

Check out this guy.

(woman laughing) - Holy shit.

Ah, I think that's him.

- Seriously? - Yeah.

Can we just stop here for a sec?

- [Driver] Yeah, I'll pull over.

- What the fuck?

- What's he doing? - Sorry.

Jesus.

Josh, what the fuck, man?

Ah, just wait there for a sec.

Josh.

Hello.

What the fuck is going on?

Whoa!

- [Driver] What's he doing? - Maybe you guys should just go.

I'll just get my bags.

Josh!

Josh, put some clothes on for (mumbles).

It's fucking freezing.

(footsteps rustling)

(intense music)

What the fuck?

How do you turn this off?

Oh, God.

- [Josh] Jesus.

(breathing heavily)

(animal bleating)

- [Ryan] Can we please stop?

I'm exhausted, Josh.

- [Josh] If we stop, we freeze.

(breathing heavily)

(birds chirping)

- Ah.

(gentle music)

(Josh sighing)

(groaning)

(door thudding)

(door thudding)

(door creaking)

It's enough to make any wife jealous

when her husband praises the meal another woman prepared.

But clever wives don't need to envy anyone.

They know that Benedict.

(Ryan breathes heavily)

(gentle music)

- Time to get up, guys.

- Oh, sorry.

We'll get going.

- [Jack] Did you sleep well, lads?

Well I assume you're not interested in it.

- In what?

- In buying the place.

Sorry, the name's Jack Fowley.

Great Lakes Realty.

Shall I show you out?

This is just the demo house.

We did it up with furniture just to give people an idea.

- Okay, yeah, all right.

- Anyway, I can't let you stay here.

- [Ryan] Could we get a lift with you?

- Well I'm headed back to New Norfolk if that helps.

- How much? - For what?

- How much are you selling it for?

- [Jack] Oh, 11 million.

- What, 11 million.

What, it sitting on a gold vase?

(Jack chuckles)

- The whole town, the whole town is for sale for 11 million.

I couldn't just sell this house, what would be the point?

Anyway, car's outside, I'll let the two of you

get dressed and I'll see you out there.

- Come on, let's go.

- I'm staying.

- Josh, come on, he's waiting for us.

(Josh sighs)

We can't stay here, he'll kick us out.

What are you going to do?

Just sit there?

There's nobody here.

So you don't care if you miss your own mother's funeral?

Please, Josh.

(solemn music)

(animals chirping)

- Where'd you get these?

- Back at the shop.

You and mum used to love these.

- Josh, Ryan!

Hi.

You two look like you could use a lift.

Sorry, I know it's a bit weird.

But I've seen countless photos of you two.

I'm Terry, your mum and I used to work together.

We used to look after Odessa?

I'm sorry about your mum.

- Thanks.

- Well we're heading to Signet now if you want a lift.

- Yeah.

- Josh, can you do me a big favor?

Can you please hold Dessa?

Just got to put the cream in the car, thanks.

(gentle music) (chattering)

(women laughing)

(animals chirping)

(car door clunking)

- Where are you going?

- I'm just gonna give birth to a wombat.

Are you worried that I'll run off?

(fly buzzing)

(Josh sighs)

(patron laughing)

(patrons chattering)

- What'll it be? - Hey.

Shot of whiskey and a pale ale, please.

Good day to you, gentlemen.

- So is that coming home or

just passing through? - How much is that?

- Well 12.50.

Thanks. - Keep the change.

How you guys going?

(phone buzzing)

- Hello?

- [Jenny] Hi. - Hi, Jenny.

- [Jenny] Did you just get in?

- Yeah, maybe an hour, two hours ago.

- [Jenny] I'm so sorry I couldn't get back to you.

- That's okay.

- [Jenny] Did you see my note?

- No, I didn't, where?

(Jenny mumbling)

- [Jenny] Hello?

Hello?

Ryan?

Are you there, love?

Hello?

- Ah,

hang on, today's the...

The 6th.

- (mumbles) the service. - It's Friday.

- [Jenny] No, it's Saturday.

- No, we took two days to get down here

and we started on the 4th, so that's not right.

- [Jenny] The service was on Thursday.

- Who changed it?

(Jenny mumbles)

I know it doesn't make any sense.

- [Jenny] Oh, are you okay?

- Hang on, I gotta call you back.

Josh!

(gentle music)

- Ah (coughs).

How about this weather, eh?

- The weather today, they say it's going to rain tomorrow.

- Truly, raining? - That's what I heard.

- Cold front's bringing precipitation in from the bite.

Wind's south side westerly 25 knots, something like that.

- What are you, a weatherman?

- Meteorology happens to be one

of my many interests, gentlemen.

It allows us to, you know, commune with nature

and you know it makes for gripping conversation to boot.

If you only knew how much I envy your simpleton lifestyle.

To roam the green nulls and room in a pastorally.

May your lives start to stay well watered

and your brain houses ever full.

- Drink to that.

- May your wives remain contented with their stars

and your children marry their cousins.

- [Man] What's wrong with him?

(unsettling music)

- Ale!

More ale!

Bring me the finest ale in all of un demon's land.

- Hey, you're Josh, right?

Steven Riley's son?

- Sorry, mate, I might be needing your services,

very good, sir.

- No, I know who you are, Steven Riley's son, Josh Riley.

Jesus, mate, your mum just died, didn't she?

- I have no idea what you're talking about.

So, for three.

(unsettling music)

- No, I know who you are.

I knew you when you were a little tucker with your dad.

You guys were joined at the hip.

- Why don't you fuck off?

You're being a nuisance.

- What's your problem?

- My problem is I don't like inquisitive cunts.

- Now look, I'm just trying to say, look, you know,

I knew your dad, I knew your mum, too.

I mean we all did, right?

And we're all a bit sad about it.

Let me buy you a drink, come on.

- No, I believe I'm the one buying the drinks.

- No, please, let me get a drink.

- Clearly this man refuses to desist from being a cunt.

I no longer have any time for him.

I'm sorry, you've just mistaken me for someone else.

- I didn't, I know who you are.

- I told you, you don't know me.

No one here knows you. - I'm just trying to say

I'm sorry, look, I knew your parents.

I'm just trying to say that we're--

- Oh, hey, hey, hey, whoa, whoa!

Get out of here!

(Josh shouting) (unsettling music)

- Hey!

(Josh groaning)

Get up.

Jesus.

You're a mess.

We missed the funeral.

(Josh laughs)

- Ah,

that's perfect.

(Josh breathes heavily)

Ah.

- [Ryan] What the fuck is wrong with you?

- [Josh] I've had enough.

- Is this the thanks I get for putting up with you

this whole time?

- Jesus Christ, your sanctimony is astonishing.

- Or maybe you never cared about family

because it actually meant something to me.

- You're still terrified of everyone leaving, aren't you?

- At least I don't walk out on them.

- [Ryan] What would you have done?

If you were 14 and you suddenly had to become a man?

- [Josh] She never asked that of you.

- I had no choice!

You were both better off without me.

- What about me?

You left me there with her.

(Josh breathes heavily)

- You think I'm weak, don't you?

Tell me, what is weak about doing the only thing

you can do to fucking survive?

You're the fucking weak one, man.

Just rather keep everyone locked in a cage

instead of just...

This fear they're gonna run off on you.

- All you had to do was be there.

- Fuck you.

- You're a coward.

- Maybe,

yes.

(Ryan shouting)

- Hey, hey, hey. - Piece of!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. - Stop.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. (Ryan grunting)

- Fuck you!

- [Josh] Sh, sh, sh, sh, stop, just,

let it go.

(Josh mumbles) - Okay!

(Ryan breathes heavily)

Hang on.

The ashes.

Over there.

- [Josh] Shit, fuck.

(water clapping)

(men grunting)

Ryan!

Ryan!

Stop!

Stop!

It'll kill you.

(breathing heavily)

(solemn music)

(breathing heavily)

- Fuck.

Josh!

(water rushing)

(soothing music)