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[dramatic Western-style theme music]

[moody accordion plays]

- [moody piano arpeggio] - [bees buzzing]

[Robyn] Ringer reckoned thou shalt learn about the birds and the bees...

[horse snorts]

- ...before it hits you in the face. - [horse neighs]

- [whips cracks] - [Shirley Bassey] ♪ If you go away ♪

- ♪ On a summer day ♪ - [birds twittering]

♪ Then you might as well take the sun away ♪

[clock ticking]

♪ All the birds that flew in a summer sky ♪

♪ When our love was new and our hearts were high ♪

♪ When the day was young and the night was long ♪

♪ And the moon stood still for the nightbird's song ♪

[toilet flushing]

♪ If you go away If you go away ♪

♪ If you go away... ♪

Well, that root was fuckin' disappointing.

Yeah? I'll see you next Tuesday.

- Oh, yeah, righto. - ♪ But if you stay, I'll make you a day ♪

♪ Like no day has been or will be again ♪

♪ We'll sail the sun ♪

♪ We'll ride in the rain ♪

♪ We'll talk to the trees ♪

♪ And worship the wind ♪

♪ But if you go, I'll understand ♪

♪ Leave me just enough love ♪

♪ To hold in my hand ♪

♪ If you go away ♪

- [door opens] - ♪ If you go away ♪

- [door closes] - ♪ If you go away... ♪

[dramatic orchestral flourish]

[song ends]

[Steve] Good boy. That's it, come on.

- Come on. - [Karen] Have a look at him, Steve.

- He's ready to go. - Don't be a bastard.

Come on, it's time.

Don't fuck around.

- [Karen] Look at that. - [Steve] Come on, for fuck's sake.

[Karen] There we go. Look at the presentation on that.

- Get in the mood, mate, come on. - [horse grunts]

- What are ya doin'? - [horse whinnies]

Alright, alright, alright, fuck off then.

Mornin'.

Fuck's sake. What are ya doin' here?

I thought we was going riding?

No.

- But you said. - No, I'm workin' here.

Do you... do you know what you just cost me?

The mare was pickin' up on your bad mood. That's why she didn't cooperate.

- Yeah, and whose fault's that? - Yours.

For sinkin' a shitload of piss yesterday.

[muttering, to himself] See, this is why I don't want fuckin' kids.

Always wantin' shit.

Nice one.

[Robyn grunts]

[Steve] Hey, hey!

[spits]

[Karen] She's not interested. Chuck her in the float.

[fast-paced intriguing music]

Where's my pipe?

[Cheryl grunts quizzically]

Thought you were going riding?

Nuh.

[beer trickling on floor]

- [music ends] - What are you doing?

Um...

Is that mari-ju-ana?

You can't do that under my roof.

[inhaling]

[exhales]

Not your roof.

I'm done here.

[Cheryl] Wait.

Somebody called for you.

What? Who?

A young man.

[beep!]

[Gidge, on recording] Robyn, it's, um... it's Gidge.

Listen, things have... well, they've gotten bad

and I don't know what to do.

So...

I think this is the end of the road.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

Goodbye.

And...

it was really nice getting to know you.

- [beep!] - [breathing rapidly]

How do I call him back?

You can't.

["My Pal Alcohol" by Slim Dusty plays]

♪ I've been drinkin' since I was four ♪

♪ Ain't had enough and I still want more ♪

♪ Fill 'em up again Place the glasses in a row ♪

♪ I've been in the horrors and started to shake ♪

♪ But good hard liquor is what I take ♪

- ♪ And my pal alcohol ♪ - [muttering angrily]

♪ I love you so ♪

♪ When I'm far away from home ♪

♪ If there's no pub, I'll brew my own ♪

♪ Out of vegetable or anything that grows ♪

Fuck!

♪ I'll drink it till my eyes bulge out ♪

♪ Then I'll scream and rave and shout ♪

♪ 'Cause my pal alcohol ♪

- ♪ I love you so ♪ - [gas cooktop clicking]

- [groaning] Bloody hell! - [gas cooktop continues clicking]

- [loud clattering, bottles clanking] - [grunts]

[caravan crunches]

Fuckin'...! Gidge!

- [metal squealing] - Hey!

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

Where... where are you going? Don't leave me here, mate. It smells.

- And I need a lighter! - [car door opens]

[engine starts up]

- [tyres screeching] - [metal crunching]

[engine switches off, handbrake cranks]

[Robert, tapping on window] Hello?

You need these.

[Dick] Hey, Gidge.

Morning, Dick.

Looks like you're taking care of business, ay?

- [Gidge] Yeah. - Ahh. I mean, the poor bugger.

Have you got anything that can cut a lock?

Well, bolt cutters? What do you need them for?

Have you got any?

[Dick] Nah. I used to have a pair.

Leant 'em to someone. Never come back.

Shit.

Yeah, oh... well, I've got a hacksaw?

- Oh, yeah, that'll do. - [Dick] Yeah?

[Cheryl] Where does he live?

- Adelaide. - What's his address?

- I dunno. - Maybe you should just wait here.

- [door opens] - He might call again?

[Karen] Come on.

Come on.

Alright! Family meetin'.

- What for? - [Steve] I'm turning over a new leaf.

See, Robyn here...

Hmm?

Robyn here's just given me a spray that's got me thinkin'.

It's time I stepped up and became a father.

So that's what I'm gonna do.

Steve.

- [slurping] - Whatever. I gotta find Gidge.

- Who's Gidge? - My boyfriend.

- You got a boyfriend? - Robyn needs our help to find him.

- Don't you, Robyn? - Cheryl, I told you last night.

You can't just get rid of her.

Oh, darling, I'm only trying to help.

Steve!

- Hmm? - [car doors closing]

Oh, yeah, and, um...

Karen's pregnant too.

[Cheryl] And?

[doorbell ringing]

What?

Yeah. So that makes three.

Only three, ay?

Well, actually, there might be a few more down the highway.

- [doorbell continues] - [Karen laughs]

They can come and live with us as well.

You philandering fuckhead!

- You what? - Don't think you're gonna get a cent,

you gold-digging trollop!

[Karen] That's rich comin' from you.

Everyone knows you only married him for his old man's money.

- How dare you! - Ow! Ow!

[both grunting]

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Girls, girls, girls!

- Relax! - [Tracey] Hello, Robyn.

- [Karen] Get off me! - G'day, everyone.

I'm Detective Burke. This is Detective Wills.

- Oh, you took your fuckin' time. - [Tracey] You're coming with us.

- No. I gotta go find Gidge. - [Tracey] Nah, come on.

- Hey. Hey, hey, hey... - Calm down, Robyn.

- Don't touch me! - Get your hands off my bloody daughter!

Nah, come on.

You must be the father, then.

- [Robyn struggles] - Yeah.

[Mick] Well, you can come too, mate.

[Tracey] She needs a guardian.

No bloody way. I got responsibilities here.

I got a stud to look after. Got a couple of kids on the way.

- Come on, mate. - Hey, hey!

Get ya bloody hands off me, mate!

- [can thuds on floor] - [Mick] Hmm?

[Steve grunts, struggles]

[groans]

[Steve groaning]

It's alright, sweetheart.

I got ya.

[handcuffs clicking]

Yeah, and she did all that for me.

I did it for my pop.

Why? You only had three weeks left on your sentence.

Don't say nothin' until we see a lawyer. [clicks tongue]

You gotta find Gidge.

Hey, look, forget about this Gidge.

- He's in trouble. - What kind of trouble?

I dunno.

Probably got something to do with that dead woman in his father's caravan.

- [tyres screech] - [Mick gags]

What dead woman?

Gidge's dad killed a woman, and then we found the body.

Now he's in trouble. And he's at home.

Bob killed a woman?

Yes. That woman he was with.

- His wife? - [Robyn] No, that's not his wife.

[stammering] I don't believe it. Bob wouldn't do that.

Psst! Psst!

Well, I seen it.

- Mick, turn around. - What?

- Do it! - [huffs]

[tyres screeching]

[soft, pensive music]

[sighs]

[flies buzzing]

Ohhh!

[chuckles]

- [sawing] - [Robert, tapping at window] Ha-ha! Gidge!

Gidge, it was the lamp!

She electrocuted herself!

I didn't kill her. Isn't that great news?

You can let me out now!

Why are you wearing a suit?

Oh, she deserves a decent burial, son.

- [Dick] You leavin' that caravan here? - [Gidge] Uh, yeah.

You know, lost the, uh, lost the key, silly me.

Oh, just forward on that hacksaw. You'll fuck the blade.

- Right. - Lucky for you, I brought in the big guns.

- Oh, no, that's- - Just need some power.

- [Gidge] Dick, you don't have to- - [Dick] No.

[Gidge] I appreciate it but really you don't...

Oh, Jesus! There's a smell. Oh!

Yeah, the dog.

Blood and bone. Someone's doin' a bit of gardening, is what that is.

Dick, I really-

Hey, Rob! Rob, what are you-

[flies buzzing]

Look, here's your, um...

Here's your...

- Keep it. - Yep.

See what you've done now? We're fucked!

No, you're fucked! [huffs]

[taps window] Hey, Gidge.

The money! Her money. The money. You can have it all!

I-I don't care, you can have it, just let me out!

[banging] Let me out, will ya?!

Listen.

I'm going now.

If there's anything else you got to say, now's the time.

[sighs] I really need a lighter.

- Jesus. - [Robert] Hey, hey! Here. Here.

- [slow, curious music] - [flies buzzing]

[chain rattles]

[saw clangs on ground]

[electricity buzzing]

[engine starts up]

[Mick] This place smells ripe.

Living next door to a sewerage plant would almost have me off me lunch.

Bet the houses are cheap, though.

[sighing] Yes, Mick.

[lawnmower whirring]

I'll go talk to him, see what he knows.

[car door closes]

- [Tracey] Hey. - [fast-paced music]

Not against the law to mow your lawn.

Didn't say it was.

[Mick] Be nice to rekindle a father-daughter relationship, ay?

Yeah.

[Robert] I love you, son!

Gidge!

I love ya!

[exasperated scream]

[fast-paced music continues]

[Tracey] Mick, can you get over here?

[Mick groans]

Stay here.

- [car door closes] - Hey.

Hey, what are you doin'?

[handcuffs jangling]

You're pretty good at that.

[fast-paced music continues]

[Robert] Yeah, good boy. Come on, son.

- [bangs window] - Oi. Hey.

- [window smashes, lawnmower whirrs] - [Steve] Hey! Hey!

[Robert] Yeah, come on, Gidge, that's a good boy.

Come on, boy.

No, don't do it!

Mate, this is your last chance.

Alright? It's your last chance.

[tapping at window]

[Robert] Oi!

Oi, get back here!

Oh, no! Oh, bloody hell.

- Evil! - [Robyn laughs]

[stammers] How did you...

What's that smell?

- Oh, that woman's in there. - Still?

[chuckling] Yeah, we were gonna bury her in that hole.

You're an idiot.

- [fast-paced music continues] - [Mick] What are ya doin', ya drongo!

- Are you fuckin' crazy? - Mowin' me lawn!

- Turn the mower off, mate! - [lawnmower whirrs]

- What? - Turn it off!

Can't hear ya!

[engine stops]

You see, I shouldn't have to do that.

Oi. Robyn.

- Get back in the car. - Who's this?

Oi! Get your hands off my son, you Jezebel!

Oi!

What did you call my daughter?

I called her a bloody Jezebel, you moron!

Now get off my fuckin' lawn, idiot!

Come out here and say it, mate, hey?

Hey? Who do ya think you are?

[both arguing at once]

If you won't come out here, I'm comin' in there, mate!

You better be ready!

I'm comin' in! Nobody speaks to my daughter like that!

- [gun fires] - [Steve yelps]

[whimpers]

[Robert] Oh, shit. Sorry.

[dogs barking]

[Tracey] Who shot that?

He's got a gun?

Oh, Jesus, me knees.

Agh... Christ, that smell!

[Steve whimpering]

This is no good, this is not good.

Ohhh...

Dad?

[Robert] Yes, son?

Cops are here.

You got a woman's body in there?

[Robert] No!

[Mick] Your neighbour said he's seen her, mate.

Ah, sorry, Rob. They forced it outta me.

[Robert] Oh, fuckin' Dick!

Come out, Bob. Leave that gun inside.

[Robert] No, thank you. I like it in here.

I can't stand the sight of blood,

so you're gonna have to have a look at it for me, mate.

Alright, just breathe deep.

- Breathe in and out. That's it. - Just be careful.

Bob! Come out, we need to talk.

I need a lighter!

[Mick] Who's got a lighter?

Yep, sure. Two ticks, I got one here. Hang on.

There you go.

[Mick] Alright, Bob.

I'm gonna pop this through your little hole here.

You light that durry and then you come on out.

[loads gun]

[fast-paced brass music]

- [gas hissing] - [lighter flicking]

[tense music builds]

[explosion booms]

[groaning] Oh, Jesus...

[Robert] Ah, oh, ooh, ow!

- [slow, whimsical music] - Agh! Ow, ow, ow, ow! It hurts!

It hurts! It hurts! Aghh!

I'm on fire!

[Robert shrieks]

Shit, shit, shit!

Get the fuckin'...!

[Robert thuds on ground]

[unzips]

[unzips]

- Better get in and help. - [Steve groans]

You're right.

[trickling]

[trickling]

[door creaking]

[Robyn] My pop Ringer reckoned thou shalt not steal.

'Cause if you do, you're gonna get locked up.

He had a lot of sayings, that old fella.

But he's dead now.

The only lesson I learned from all of this?

If you're not gonna stick around, don't stick it in.

- You're born alone and you die alone. - Mate, I told ya yesterday you can't park there

[Robyn] And I'm sick of being alone.

[Robyn] So I'm gonna take a new road.

- [car door closes] - With this fella.

I don't know where we're gonna go,

but thou gotta plan the escape first.

["The Biggest Disappointment" by Slim Dusty plays]

♪ They had my future wrapped up in a parcel ♪

♪ And no one even thought of asking me ♪

♪ The day I turned 15 I caught the mail train ♪

♪ To find what else might be in life for me ♪

♪ I rode on trucks and trains and lived on nothin' ♪

♪ Served me right for wanting to be free ♪

♪ Ah, well, that's the way society looked at it ♪

♪ But it didn't seem to be that way to me ♪

♪ And the biggest disappointment in the family was me ♪

♪ The only twisted branch upon our good old family tree ♪

♪ I just couldn't be the person ♪

♪ They expected me to be ♪

♪ And the biggest disappointment in the world was me ♪

♪ A lot more dinner times than there were dinners ♪

♪ I learned a lot that hurt me at the time ♪

♪ Then this quiet country boy went home a different man ♪

♪ With a memory of distance on my mind ♪

♪ But I always spoke too loud ♪

♪ And laughed too often ♪

♪ Maybe drank too many glasses down ♪

♪ And perhaps my clothes were older than I realised ♪

♪ A relief to all concerned ♪

♪ When I left town ♪

♪ And the biggest disappointment in the family was me ♪

♪ The only twisted branch upon our good old family tree ♪

♪ I just couldn't be the person ♪

♪ They expected me to be ♪

♪ And the biggest disappointment in the world was me. ♪

[song ends]

["Ngurrapanya Tjayla" by Isaac Yamma plays]

[song ends]

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