Hello, Steve.
I'm your daughter.
You didn't know about me, hey?
Bet you knew about them other kids,
and you still dumped 'em.
Won't be making that mistake again.
That's it.
Say goodbye to your ball bags.
Them missionaries reckoned,
thou shall not use protection, for it was a sin.
Ringer said that was just an excuse
for dickheads to go running around the countryside
leaving a trail of kids behind.
But now I had the answer - castration.
Here, here... Hold these, hold these.
Nah... All good.
So how do you know old Steve-o then?
Oh, I don't.
My mum.
Ah, don't worry, you didn't miss much.
Yep...
You coming?
Grog's inside.
I like your hat.
Winnie...
Got yourself a bit of filly, have ya?
Just quietly...
Where's Steve?
Where do you think, love? He's in the bloody ground.
What, didn't you know?
Carked it on the shithouse. Brick one, of course.
Nothing cheap for this bloody family.
Champers or tinnie?
Ah, it's all right. I got ya.
You right? You look a bit lost.
Making friends already.
Nice of you to join us. You look like shit.
Attention, please!
Now! Hmm...
Thank you all for coming
to mourn the passing of Steve Sanders -
husband, father, legend.
If he hadn't been taken already, I'd have married him,
not his son.
- Miserable old bastard!
It's true, Steve wasn't given to smiling much,
but I know he'd be smiling now
because young Steve and I are having a baby.
Surprise, my love.
Fucking oath!
Our first child.
Congratulations, Steve. You're going to make a wonderful dad.
I've got to go and have a whizz.
You're Steve?
Ah...
Hello.
A few shakes, then I'll be done.
It's all true. I know why you're here.
You're looking for a--
Get away from my husband.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...
Oh, stop...
Oh sweetheart, you don't want to do that.
That's it.
Triple Zero what's your emergency?
There's an Aborigine in my house, with a gun.
Yes. No, no, no, no. Don't transfer me.
What's this?
Coober Pedy Cup.
Ringer wanted me to bring that to you.
Ringer!?
How do you know Ringer?
My Pop.
Mary's... your mum?
How old are you?
Seventeen.
I think.
Hello? We need the police here now.
This is urgent. We need them here now.
Put the phone down, Cheryl.
Did I tell you she's going to hurt my husband?
I think something's--
Cheryl, put the phone down.
Steve! Who is this?
Quiet!
Everyone, I would like to introduce, aah...
Robyn.
Robyn! She's my daughter.
Alright, youse can all fuck off now.
Well, that was a fucking shit show.
No, you can't feed him that.
Yeah, he's on a strict diet.
He's a stud. Aren't you, mate?
Ah, doesn't matter. We're celebrating.
Not every day you meet your dad, hey?
You're a cheating bastard.
Yeah.
Is that you?
Huh, yeah. How is she?
Good.
Hmm...
As soon as I clapped eyes on your mother, Mary...
... I was a goner. Hmm...
Nothing like your first love.
Fuck anyone who tries to tell you different.
It's never the same again.
You know I come here to shoot you.
But you didn't, did ya?
Well, ah...
Ruby?
Rosie?
Rowena?
Well, pleased to meet ya.
Whatever your bloody name is.
Mum?
Home sweet home, hey, Bob?
Yeah...
What's with all the statues?
Oh, I collect them.
Oh well, look ah, cheers. Appreciate the lift.
Yeah, you take care, won't you?
Ah, what are you doing?
I figured I'd walk you inside.
Ah, not necessary.
Nah, drove you all this way.
Might as well walk you to your door.
Yeah, alright.
Bob! Oh, oh...
Come and give us a hug, ya old bugger.
- Good to see you, old man. - Oh, good to see you too.
Hey darling, how are ya?
Oh well, thanks again.
Sorry for the miscommunication - taking off like that.
I was just, you know,
I was just really keen to find my son.
Right. So if you see him, you'll give us a call then?
Oh yes.
What was all that about?
Oh, the son got himself in a bit of a bother
with the police.
Gidge? What? With the police? What, what did he do?
Oh look, I'd love to talk. I'll talk later, Dick.
I've really got to take a shit.
Yeah, a bit of thinking time. Yeah.
Hey, hey, good to see you, Bob.
You too, Dick.
- Really good to see you, mate. - Yeah.
Hi, son.
Nice to see ya.
Where's that ah, little sheila
you've been running around with?
Ah, she left.
Good.
Why is that lady dead?
Ah...
I ah...
I killed her.
How?
Oh...
Religious ecstasy.
Did you get angry with her?
Look, I killed her. Yes.
But I don't really know how.
We were getting intimate
and then well, she put her hand down there, you know,
and she slipped her finger up.
Well, I had one of my spells and I lost control
and then I woke up, and I found her like this.
We need to call the police.
No, no, no, no, no! No police.
God is judging me.
We need to deal with this - you and I.
Just like old times, hey?
I don't know about this, Dad.
Will you just drop it and help me?
You got to learn to work smart, not hard, son.
Look at this!
You brought a bit of the desert back with you
- by the looks of it. Yeah!
Gidge, hey, I didn't know you were back.
- Hey... - Look at you, all grown up.
Oh, I picked some zucchinis. Thought you might like 'em.
Hey! Big unit you are now, aren't ya?
We're digging a hole?
I looked after this for ya, now you're digging it up.
Yeah.
What for?
Ah, planting a lemon tree.
- Alright. Yeah.
- So first the police. Right.
Now you're digging a fucking hole.
Yeah. - What are you really doing?
Oh...
Gidge hit a dog.
Oh no! - Yeah.
- What kind? - Bluey.
- What, a Heeler? - Yep.
- Oh, poor bugger. - I know.
Hit and run.
Oh!
You alright, mate? What's going on?
Oh no, I'm alright.
Just my back playing up, you know.
I'll give you a hand, mate. Let me have a go.
No, it's alright, Dick.
No, come on. You need a bloke.
Come on. Cheers.
I've been doing this all my fucking life.
Another thing I've been doing is mowing the fucking lawn.
I mean, how big is this dog?
Oh, you know.
I'll go and get a bigger shovel.
Yeah, that's a good idea.
Hey, now's our chance. Let's do it!
Come on. She's not going to bury herself.
Right. I'll grab the arms. You grab the legs.
Son?
What? Gidge!
Gidge, open the bloody door!
- Where's Mum? - What?
Where - is - she?
I don't know.
Why isn't she here?
Oh God, how would I bloody know?
You killed her.
What?
For wanting a divorce.
Oh, bloody hell.
You, you murdered her,
like you murdered that lady.
- Gidge, open the bloody door. - No!
I saw the divorce papers.
Dad, I am not going to let you out
until you tell me what happened.
Alright, okay.
Yes.
She left me.
Look, Gidge, I loved your mother.
I loved your mother, but she didn't love me. She hurt me.
So I hurt her back.
I stole you.
You said... she didn't want me.
Gidge?
Where are you going?
Gidge, open the door.
Hi, um, Mr. Spider? It's Gidge.
I was just wondering if Robyn...
...if Robyn was still there?
Ah! I tell you what,
I will say one thing for the old bastard,
he did keep a good wine cellar.
They say a glass a day is good for your health.
I'll get it.
Ah, thanks, love.
Hmm...
Left-handed.
Hm?
You've called the estate of
Cheryl and Steve-o, leave a message.
Robyn? It's um, it's Gidge.
Listen, things have, well, they've gone 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.
♪ In the great book of John you're warned of the day ♪
♪ When you'll be laid beneath the cold clay ♪
Hello, we're not here right now.
Just leave a message for Gidge, Robert or myself
and we'll get back to you soon.
Hey Mum,
I'm sorry for whatever I've done.
Please let me come home.
I just... I just want to hear your voice, Mum.
Mum, I know I haven't called in a while.
You should be ashamed of yourself.
You call yourself a mother.
Mum, I've...
I've run away from Dad.
I actually met a girl.
Robyn.
♪ That you're ready to meet the Angel of Death ♪
Close your eyes. - Why?
'Cause I got something for ya.
Come on, close them.
Alright. Put your hand out.
Be up early and I'll take you riding.
Really?
Just me and you.
Oh, who was that, love?
- Wrong number. - Ah, that's alright.
Yeah...
Ringer used to say,
distance makes the heart grow fonder.
I was starting to like my drop dead dad.
But you know what?
It's only a matter of time until they fuck up again.
Ah, fuck!
Gidge!