Peaches Page #6

We're going to Queensland.

From now on, we'll never be apart.

No matter what.

No, I didn't always know anything.

What happened to:

"Who wants to hang around here

stinking of peach juice your whole life?"

You promised.

OFFICIAL:
We have the vote.

JASS:
Please, God, I promise

I will never enjoy sex again...

if you just don't let him win.

And with a clear majority of 147 votes...

Alan Taylor.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Don't stammer.

Not long ago, I thought...

running away to Queensland

was a pretty good idea...

but work and the workplace

is only ever as good...

as the people who fight for it.

And if we take our eyes off the ball now...

I guarantee enterprise bargaining

will be the beginning of the end.

So it's a time for vigilance...

but it's also a time for celebration,

so I thank you.

What's the matter with you people?

Do you really want to be chained

to this bloody peach line...

for the rest of your lives?

Because you're trapped. And you and you.

And you.

You're never gonna be anything different.

Life's too short,

you spineless pack of sheep!

F*** this place.

And f*** your miserable job.

JASS:
There's a better life somewhere.

There's got to be.

As wide as the ocean

Johnny crossed to find me.

And as wondrous as the miracle in my belly.

It's my gift to this child:

not to be born in this place.

- Right, you.

- Jass.

- Look after Jude, all right?

- Yeah, of course.

Hey, Al.

What go, "Ha, ha, ha, plonk"?

Stupid sense of humor.

ALAN:
We'll be up at Christmas, okay?

JUDE:
Jass. Hey.

Are you going to forgive me?

I promised Johnny a life. We swore.

We can't all be like you, Jass.

I knitted this.

It's not really my size.

Oh, darling.

BRIAN:
Now you know why Jude hid them.

'Cause you'd see how easy it is.

What?

To leave.

It's not.

It's not easy.

Life's a risk, Steph.

Even doing nothing's a risk.

You ever taken a risk?

A real one?

It's f***ing unreal.

It can be.

Miracle baby.

If you're interested, I'm leaving at 5:00.

That's when the big hand's on the 12,

and the little hand's on the 5, and...

[Fire alarm ringing]

If you think I'm bad, your mother could eat

three packets of these in a single sitting.

I could only fit in one jumper

with your jacket as well.

Your Reeboks are in there,

both sets of bathers...

And don't forget, darling.

I'll always be here for you.

You know that, don't you?

I'll write.

JUDE:
You'll write?

Well, you bloody well better.

I'll feed Gregory.

Don't forget to get some Rid.

The mossies up there are killers.

JASS:
Maybe we were on a collision course

all along.

Jude and me.

Al and Johnny.

I thought the glue between us

was stronger than Al's ambition...

but I never understood how much

Al needs the place.

It's like his skin or something.

And Jude needs Al. Like skin.

I feel oddly nervous tonight.

And sometimes Johnny's so far away.

Hey.

JASS:
What's in store

for our intrepid adventuress, Miss Liz?

Well, whatever it is, it's out there waiting.

So put your foot down, Hanoi Harry.

Let's fang it.

Apparently someone tried to immolate

the peach line.

I heard.

Didn't do much of a job.

Declining bloody standards.

You okay?

You're a bastard.

I'm 42. My job's gone belly up,

I've got three kids...

and my wife wants me dead

for the insurance.

And that's on a good day...

so tell me something I don't know.

You know your trouble?

You got no bloody drive.

What sort of drive you got in mind?

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