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and she kind of shook

a bit, especially

if she got flustered.

That-- that was really weird.

Odd kid.

Got mixed up in drugs, I think.

You don't remember her?

No, I don't remember her.

You don't remember Greta?

Up

No.

Dan might.

Was she unhappy, do

you think, Denise?

I don't know, Susie.

You should try

and get some sleep.

Don't be stupid.

Well, one of us

should get some sleep.

Why do people always think you

should try and get some sleep?

I don't know.

Why do you think

she wrote sorry mom?

Because she is.

And why not, sorry dad?

Don't know.

Or, sorry mom and dad?

I don't know.

I'm going to look.

What?

Where?

Ceduna.

We-- we can't do that.

Well, I can't

stay here either.

You can't just go

driving into the night.

Well, it's better than

lying here, isn't it?

Well, all right.

Then I'm coming, too.

The money is the problem.

That's what worries me.

All that money and

a little girl on her

own out in the

middle of nowhere.

Is she sensible?

Yes.

No.

Well, not really.

You know, you wouldn't

call this sensible.

Well, she's as

sensible as her father.

Would she flash

the money around?

No.

Probably.

I mean, she's not likely to

be in a pub somewhere, is she?

You know, shouting the bar?

No.

Or is she the

sort of teenager who

might think, yeah, he looks

like a fun sort of a bloke?

You know?

And go out with him?

Or get into a car with him or--

Oh, God.

No, no, I don't think so.

What do you think, Dan?

I don't know.

I don't know anymore.

No.

No, she wouldn't.

Right.

That's good.

That's good.

That's good.

And now this friend of

hers, God, what's her name?

Sapphire.

Sapphire.

Sapphire.

Sapphire.

That's right.

Yeah.

They're just good

friends, are they?

Yes.

Friends, that's good.

That's good.

I mean, you know, you--

you can't take anything

for granted these days.

Oh, no.

Look, they're friends.

All right.

That's good.

That's good.

They're just friends.

But usually it's

nothing, right?

Usually it's all about some blow

they've had with a boyfriend.

A boyfriend you know nothing

about and they just turn up

at their uncle's.

She

doesn't have an uncle.

Or their aunt's.

But this-- this Death

Dog stuff, that's good.

That gives us some comfort.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, the

Death Dog stuff's good.

I don't think we'll

need to be checking

the dental records on this one.

What is the story

with the money?

Money, didn't bank it.

Why not?

I hadn't got around to it.

Why not?

Well I-- I went to the bank

on Friday and just as I got

to the door they locked it.

It was that woman

with the glasses.

You know her.

She put it-- she--

so she saw me.

And she just ignored me.

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