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Dig?

Come here, girl.

Diggity! Diggity.

Dig!

Come here, girl.

Dig.

- Diggity.

- (DIGGITY WHINES)

Diggity!

- (DIGGITY WHIMPERS)

- Diggity!

Hey, Diggity! Diggity, Come here!

(DIGGITY WHIMPERS AND GROANS)

Spit it out. Come on,

girl. Come on.

Come on, girl, spit it out.

(ROBYN PANTS HEAVILY)

(DIGGITY WHIMPERS)

No, no, no, no, no. Come

on, come on, come on.

Diggity, Diggity, come on.

- Hey...

- (DIGGITY WHIMPERS)

Diggity!

Diggity, come on!

Diggity!

No!

No! Go away!

Stay here.

(RADIO WHINES)

- Hello?

- (STATIC)

- Hello?

- (STATIC CONTINUES)

Is anybody there?

(CAMEL BRAYS)

(CAMEL WHINES)

(SPARSE PIANO MUSIC)

(PLANE ROARS OVERHEAD)

(CAMEL BRAYS)

(CAR DOORS OPEN AND CLOSE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAN:
Miss Davidson? Robyn?

- MAN:
Hello?

- MAN:
Where are you, Robyn?

- Wait a minute!

- Here she is!

- Hey! Whoa!

- Hey! Hey, Robyn!

(MEN CALL OUT)

MAN:

Stay right where you are! Hang on!

- You OK?

- MAN:
We need to get a photo!

Hey, you OK? You alright?

I've been trying to find

you for over a week.

MAN:
Miss Davidson!

(MEN CLAMOUR)

Calm down! Just stand back!

(MEN SHOUT AND CLAMOUR)

- Just give her a little space.

- Leave me alone!

(MEN CONTINUE CLAMOURING)

Go away!

(SCREAMS) Go away!

Where's Dig?

She's gone.

Poison.

RICK:
You have one from London,

another from New York.

Paris, Saigon, Singapore...

Wow. I can't even read

where that's from.

Doesn't matter anyway.

What doesn't matter?

ROBYN:
This trip.

I never should have started it.

They're gone?

Yeah. For now.

Ow.

Sorry.

Rick?

I'm so alone.

We all are.

(SOBS GENTLY)

(SOBS) I miss her so much.

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

(GENTLE STRINGS MUSIC)

RICK:
(PLAYFULLY) Agh! No!

- Hey!

- (CHILDREN CHUCKLE)

RICK:
Way up high!

(CHILDREN GIGGLE)

(CHILDREN SHOUT)

Alright, you ready?

(CHILDREN CONTINUE

SHOUTING AND GIGGLING)

I've been thinking...

Yeah?

I want to finish what I started.

You know, but I can't face

those reporters again.

Oh, I can go ahead of

you into town and...

and say that one of

your camels is sick,

and it won't be

better for six weeks.

Trust me, none of them

will be able to stay

there for six weeks.

You think they'll go?

No, they'll be waiting

for you at Carnarvon.

But I'm not going to Carnarvon.

I know.

(ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC)

- (CAMEL BRAYS)

- Come on.

Here, Dook.

Steady.

Come on.

(MUSIC SWELLS)

(CAMEL BRAYS)

(LAUGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

Here, Bub.

- (CHUCKLES)

- Ooh! Ooh!

Just be careful.

(CHUCKLES)

Come on.

Come on.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Come on.

(CAMEL GRUNTS)

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Captions by CSI Australia

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