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G'day, Melbourne! How the fuck are ya?

Baby! You nervous about the trip,

it's still like a week away.

Eight days.

Then why be interested in what Avery thinks about you

getting it on with Mary Doyle?

But I didn't do...

The point is that you gave them a story.

- Get off me! - Give me the fucking camera!

No!

Hey, dickhead. Miss me?

You told me that she was overseas

but she's been in Queensland this whole time.

Meg, you can't show up after four years,

and just expect me to hop on a plane with you.

OK, it will take two days, tops. I promise.

Oh, it didn't take long, hey?

This one's a bit young though.

Sshh, sshh.

Shush!

Mum?

Yes, Matty?

What's wrong with Meg?

Darl? You got the bub?

Yeah, I'm just doing her bottle.

This is a boarding call

for Flight EH-545 to Brisbane.

We will begin boarding in a few minutes at Gate 47.

I'm gonna look at headphones.

We would now like

to invite our priority passengers to board from Gate 47.

You can et 'em if you want.

My shout.

Honestly, just get them.

I'm looking for more expensive ones.

I'm looking for more expensive ones.

Oh, fuck

No, look, It's a one hour flight.

Please, it's so fluffy. Please!

Come on.

- Shit. - What?

Oh, don't worry about it. Let's go.

No, there's heaps of time.

Sorry, mate.

Nah, they're boarding. I heard them.

Meg, we have the join the end of the queue.

Hi.

Sorry, ma'am, I'll need you to move to the back of the line.

I'm from Karingunna, and it's my first time on a plane,

and I'm just really nervous, so, um...

Youse don't mind, do you?

Sorry, it's her first time on a plane.

It's like a mentor-y thing.

Brisbane here we come.

- Yeah.

- What was that about? - Queues are for pussies.

Glad you haven't outgrown the gendered slurs.

People who say "gendered slurs" are cunts.

All passengers on Flight EH-454 to Brisbane.

Why not? It's a pub, it'll be open.

Because it's eleven o'clock and the Valley

will be heaving of vomiting bogans looking for a fight.

And besides, you're under age. They won't let you in.

They'll let me in with you.

Meg, I've had three hours sleep

and I'm on my second hangover of the day.

I just need to go to bed.

So?

I was on an overnight bus for seven hours sitting next to some dude

who thought the 'Greyhound Magazine' was sending him satanic messages,

but I'm not having a whinge.

Are you 520?

Yeah.

After you.

I'll leave my phone on.

So, just call me if you need... anything.

I don't have your number.

You used to.

Yeah. You changed it.

Oh. Yeah. I forgot.

I think I still got yours. Unless...

No, it's the same.

Give me.

Legend.

Are you OK?

Yep.

See ya.

- You just waved it in front of...

- That?

- Yeah.

It's good to see you.

How'd you figure out it was this pub?

That's the post code.

And then I Google-stalked to find a building that looked like it.

I can only read "four-zero".

That's the whole of Brisbane.

Yeah. Yeah, it took fucking ages.

You say she worked here?

Yeah, she has an apron.

Oh, yeah.

No, sorry, she's unfamiliar.

I've been here nine years.

That's before they repainted the balcony, so it's pre-2011.

Looked nicer the old way, I reckon.

Oh, Christ.

Don't you have, like, employment records or something?

I mean, if she was a casual, she coulda been paid in cash.

But I'll have a look. What's her name?

Linda Adams.

Or maybe try her maiden name? McCaffrey?

- What? - 2010?

2010. You said you found these a week ago.

I did.

And you said that this was a recent...

I said, "Most recent".

It's 12 years ago, Meg.

People don't work in pubs for 12 years.

Well, I didn't know the photo was that old.

Well, I didn't know the photo was that old.

And Stan at the 'Gunna Hotel' started there in 1961!

Look, I understand how much this means to you,

but you're gonna have to forgive me for being a tiny bit pissed off

that you're dragging me on another wild fucking goose chase.

I'm not. I didn't know.

Morning, Patrick.

Sorry, love. No Adams, no McCaffreys.

Sorry about that.

While you're there...

Whattaya having?

Um, lager. Whatever.

Just something without 'Boutique' in the name.

Actually, Patrick might know.

What's that then?

Don't suppose you recognise this one?

Yeah, I do remember her.

She wasn't here long, and she was pretty quiet.

Oh, god. Now, what was her name? Um...

Linda?

That's it! Linda. Yeah, Linda.

No idea where she got to.

I remember Kaylee Pascoe.

Who's that?

Who's that?

Kaylee, the other bird.

She wasn't staff, she was a regular. Very regular.

We did AA together in the end.

It sticks for some.

She was pretty wild back in the day...

but now she's a bloody saint.

Ended up down at St Abigail's, looking after my uncle.

Still there, as far I know.

Kaylee that is, not my uncle.

Hundred and three he made it to.

Got a letter from the queen and all,

and he reckoned he wiped his arse with it!

Which is a good story,

but I'm pretty sure he kept it in his drawer.

Not long after that it was Kaylee wiping his arse.

- Thank you. - Bless 'er.

I hate these places.

Why? Oldies are hilarious.

You understand that it's very likely

they're not going to be still be in touch, right?

Twelve years is a long time.

Some of us have been in the same place for seventeen.

I just don't want you to be disappointed.

Just take a seat. Kaylee won't be too long.

Oh! You're here!

Hello.

And I thought it was Tomatoes.

Sorry?

I thought it was Tomatoes again, but it's you.

Jan! It's not Tomatoes! It's a show.

Jan! It's not Tomatoes! It's a show.

- What? - A show! A concert!

Oh a concert! Lovely! I thought it was Tomatoes.

So sorry, I think there's been some sort of mis...

Kaylee won't be too long. She'll be out in a minute.

Hetty, darling, be a total bloody sweetheart

and fetch that mag for me, will you?

Mm-hm.

No, not that one, the crappy one.

See?

Oooh! I love that Grant Bunning. Sexy.

Not him! The hairy one. See?

That's him.

Mrs Plunkett, this gentleman isn't here to play a concert.

My arse he's not.

Because if I have to watch 'Fried Green Tomatoes'

one more time,

I'm going to set fire to this fucking place.

Excuse my language.

I heard you on 'Radio National' podcast.

You were quite good.

Thank you.

Barry! Concert!

You just turn that thing off right now.

I don't really do...

Oh, sweet boy.

Oh, sweet boy.

Just go over to that piano and play us a song

so that us old buggers have a few minutes of distraction

from our interminably boring

bowel-grumbling stumble towards death, will you?

Try not to bitch about it.

I'll be in the front row.

It's a concert.

Hello, I'm Kaylee.

- You guys needed something. - Hi.

Um, I'm Meg Adams, and I'm looking for my mum, Linda.

Well, we only have one Linda. And her kids are...

Oh, no sorry, she's not, like, an inmate. Um...

She's... Um...

That's you, right?

You're Meg.

Yeah.

Shall we have a cuppa.

He's not your dad, though.

No, he's um... He's my godfather.

He's lovely.

Yeah, when he's doing this.

When he doesn't have a piano, he's pretty annoying.

When you get sober, it's hard to go back.

You're not supposed to go back.

It's hard for me, to look at this, because I...

Are you sure you want to know all this?

Yeah, please. If you don't... If you don't mind.

OK.

So, Linda was really unwell when I met her...

So, Linda was really unwell when I met her...

and I wasn't much help.

We weren't exactly what we needed for each other.

But, I adored her, though.

Your mum was, um... very depressed.

Do you understand that?

Yeah.

But she talked about you all the time, about you and your brother

and about how she was going to get well and go home.

But she struggled with that.

Mostly because the only way she knew

how to deal with the sadness was with...

it doesn't really matter, but... not just booze. Yeah?

Yeah.

She worked at the pub for about two months.

About a year after that,

she, um... she had a really bad...

She...

Sorry.

It's OK.

Your mum ended up in hospital.

That's what made me start going to meetings.

I'll always remember that.

It's the best thing that happened to both of us in a way.

She started seeing a counsellor, she got clean.

My group told me not to, but I saw her one more time.

Actually... Here.

She was so beautiful that day and she was happy.

She said she was going home...

to you.

She didn't.

I always wondered.

But she wanted, you said.

It's all she wanted.

Code Blue in Iris Wing.

Code Blue.

Bugger. That's me, I'm afraid.

I'm sorry I don't know more.

Thank you. That was...

lovely. - Thank you.

Oh, um, Meg...

Yeah?

She wasn't 'Adams'. She was 'Johnson'.

She wasn't 'Adams'. She was 'Johnson'.

I don't suppose that will help, but...

Thank you.

Meg, I just don't think you're going to find her online.

I mean, there'll be hundreds of Linda Johnsons.

Thousands.

And anyway, from the sounds of things she wasn't... isn't your...

a post-pictures-of-your-labradoodle kind of person.

Mm-hm.

Look, I have to go back to Sydney, Meg.

Like, now, today.

Mm-hm.

Meg.

Mm-hm.

Look, I said I'd help you, and I did. OK?

And I get how badly... I get it. Alright?

But you're not going to find her on Facebook.

She could be anywhere, Meg.

She could be in Port Hedland or, fucking Peru.

She could be dead.

Can you just shut the fuck up, Lucky?

Fuck.

Yeah, I had the red wine. And the white wine.

And one of the little vodkas.

And the chocolate-covered peanuts.

Meg did you have anything from the minibar?

- Nah. - Could you...

Um, could you sort us a taxi to the airport, please?

Thanks.

Hi, there. Can I just get a taxi to the airport...

Meg.

Mm?

Let's go.

Oh, my god!

- Oh, fuck me! - Sorry, bro.

Jesus, Jaxon. What the fuck?

Sorry. I was just... worried, you know?

Who's this?

Sorry. I'm Jaxon, with a 'X'.

Jax-on.

- Yeah, Meg's boyfriend.

- Ex.

Hold on.

Are you stalking her?

Oh, settle down, Lucky. How did you find me?

'Find My Friends'.

No, I switched that off.

No, you switched off 'Glympse'.

Shit.

Look, Meg, I'm just worried about you.

I don't want to put any pressure on you either way,

but I just wanted to be here. - Jaxon.

But I just wanted to be here. - Jaxon.

Besides, besides...

It's not just your decision.

It's both of ours. - Shut the fuck up.

Hold on. Sorry. Hold on.

Are you... Meg...

Are you pregnant?

Whatever.

Are you fucking kidding me? You're pregnant?!

I'm seventeen and I live in Karingunna!

Of course I'm fucking pregnant!

Ooh.

So much conditioner.

What?

No, sorry, we need two to Bourke and one to Sydney.

Right, and you're going to...

Hey, I think you guys might want to have a look at this.

I'm Flynn, and I'm going to Sydney.

And Manu and Adams are going to Bourke.

Right, go it.

So, we have one to Bourke, and two to Sydney.

No, sorry.

I need two to Bourke and one to Sydney.

Yes, but we have one to Bourke and two to Sydney available. OK?

Yes, but we have one to Bourke and two to Sydney available. OK?

Hey, you guys want to have a squiz? I think...

Holy fucking shit!

Holy shit, Lucky!

I told you so.

OK, we're just going to need one minute.

That's her only post.

Just that photo. Uploaded July... 2014.

Just give me a minute.

Avery, are you alright?

No, I'm not alright.

What?

- Have you seen the video? - What video? I haven't...

I said, you guys might want to take a look.

Of course I'm fucking pregnant!

Oh, shit. No. OK, right.

That is absolutely not what it, obviously, what it seems to...

...wrecks my reputation.

I get that, but I didn't know people were filming. I know...

It's my career you're ruining.

I know it's your...

Fucking shit-itty.

Cairns! Cairns! She put a place of work in her profile! Some farm!

What about Cairns?

Plenty of seats to sunny Cairns.

Lucky, we have to go!

So, three tickets to Cairns?

OK, no! Stop! Just stop!

Look, Meg, I did what I said I was going to do,

I brought you to Brisbane.

OK, but my life is falling apart, and I have to go home now.

OK, but my life is falling apart, and I have to go home now.

And you have to get back to your dad and stop avoiding your... problems.

- Oh, you can talk. - What does that mean?

So, one ticket to Sydney?

Please... one more day.

Meg, you don't understand.

Even if I wanted to, which I don't,

I can't go to Cairns.

I don't go to Cairns.

Why the fuck not?

Too sticky.

Lucky, sit down.

- No, I don't want to sit down. - Mm, yep.

Just sit down for a second. Come on.

Thank you. Thank you.

- I don't want to... - Lucky, sit!

I am begging you for your help for one more day.

We've come this far... - No, no, no. There is no way.

And every time you say,

"There's no way", there's been a way.

Please.

Meg, do you understand how far north Cairns is?

I'm sure they have sunscreen in Cairns

and I will buy you a nice big sunhat. Just...

Come on. One more step.

Come on. One more step.

For me.

Come on, for old time's sake.

That is not the sell you think it is.

I'll do you a deal.

Yep?

We go to Cairns this evening, but...

tomorrow morning, before we do any Linda-chasing,

we find a family planning place and you talk to a doctor.

Deal?

Deal.

- Fine. - Fine.

- Oh, and one more thing. - Mm?

You're absolutely not taking old mate.

Pringle.

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