Lockie Leonard (2007–2010): Season 1, Episode 11 - X Marks the Dot - full transcript
Thanks to Phillip, breaking news about Lockie and Dot is spreading across Angelus like wildfire. Lockie is mortified.
- My little
brother was on a mission
to sort out my love life.
I didn't ask him to do this.
He just butted right in.
- Dot, remember me?
Phillip Leonard, Lockie's brother?
Got a minute?
I'd like to talk to you
about you and Lockie.
- Technically, Dot
and I weren't anything, yet.
But Phillip thought we needed to kick off.
- Can we get ice cream, not
cream on those ice chocolates?
Thank you.
I'll be sitting at my usual table.
Take a seat, Dot.
- It all started the last day
of the Easter holidays.
I'd wanted to spend it at the beach.
Mum had other ideas.
- Not a hair out of place.
- Family photo
time in the shopping centre.
That's when we paid some professional
to take a poxy photo
of us standing against
some crazy background of a desert
which none of us had ever been to.
Seemed like everyone else in
Angelus had the same idea.
We were on our best
behaviour, for Mum's sake.
Phillip didn't last five
minutes in that queue.
While we stood in line,
he went off looking for something to do.
- So, the question on everyone's lips.
Lockie.
Do you like him?
- He's a little...
- Weird?
- Yeah.
He gave me this T-shirt, and then nothing.
I haven't seen him since.
- Lockie's way of saying
he really likes you.
- I've never had a boyfriend before.
- That's okay.
Lockie's never had a girlfriend
that lasted longer than a day.
So, how do you feel about kissing him?
- I've never really kissed anyone.
Maybe.
- Maybe yes, or maybe no?
- Maybe yes.
- Excellent.
- Meanwhile, things
were going from bad to worse.
- Lockie, come here!
You've got Vegemite
all over your face!
- Why
does my mother's spit
always taste of fish paste?
Please!
There are people watching!
- Who was that, dear?
- Dot Cookson, Lockie's girlfriend.
- Phillip!
She's not my girlfriend.
- You gave her a T-shirt!
That screams girlfriend
to me, in capital letters.
- Lockie, you should've
told us you had a girlfriend!
- I don't!
I mean, she's not.
She's just a girl who
happens to be my friend.
- You can tell her that
tomorrow when you're made up.
- Hey?
- Five o'clock, at the wind farm.
- What's happening at the wind farm?
- Lockie's kissing Dot.
- Lockie's kissing Dot!
- There was nothing I could do.
The word was out, and once it was,
it spread like wildfire.
- Attention, attention!
Lockie's kissing Dot!
Attention, attention,
Lockie's kissing Dot!
- Lockie's kissing Dot!
Lockie's kissing Dot!
- Tomorrow.
Five o'clock.
- On the dot.
- Citizens of Angelus,
Lockie's kissing Dot!
- My children are all growing up!
Family hug!
Now!
- If this is what
happens when you grow up,
I'd rather eat dead fish.
- This is even
worse than we thought.
The river's dying.
- I know how it feels.
- We could've stepped this up.
Made more people notice what's happening.
Organise a protest or something.
- I could hide!
I could find a big, dark cave
and stay there 'til it all blows over.
- Why would the idea of kissing a girl
make you want to hide in a cave?
- Kissing a girl in front
of 40 billion people.
- Wow, there's been a sudden
population explosion in Angelus.
Okay, so you're freaked out because
you're kissing her in public.
- 40 billion people gawking on.
Yeah, wouldn't you?
- I'd put up with it.
Maybe you need to find a different place?
Somewhere quiet. Private.
- What's that?
C'mon.
Some kind of rusty
tunnelly-pipey looking thing.
Gross!
- Mega gross.
- Looks like somebody might be
dumping toxic crap down this pipe.
- Wait for me!
- Wow.
- What is it?
Wow.
Where are we going?
- I'm going to have a word
with the factory boss.
- Good idea!
What are you gonna say?
- That we have concerns.
Environmental concerns.
Concerning the factory,
and its toxic grime.
- Can I help you, boys?
- We have concerns.
- Do you, now?
- Well, we'd like to talk to your boss.
- Say, aren't you the kid
that's gonna kiss Dot?
Lockie's.
- Kissing.
- Dot.
- Please, this is really important.
- Clear off, Romeo,
before I call the cops.
C'mon, beat it, boys.
- And the pipe leads all the way
from the river to the factory.
- Bet it's illegal.
We have to shut it down or something.
Mum, Egg and I were thinking.
We could organise a public
meeting here, next week!
- That's nice, dear.
- Fish are dying, Mum,
and all you can say is "Nice"?
- Maybe we could have a roast.
- For the rally? Yeah!
I hadn't thought about food!
- Rally? What rally?
I was talking about Sunday lunch.
You could ask your girlfriend over!
What's her name, Dot?
Sarge and I would love to have her.
13 years old.
It seems like only
yesterday you were born.
- Who
said being 13 was so cool?
I remember that being
three was pretty top-notch.
Lots of food, no school to worry about.
And no female issues.
- Big family hug!
Now.
Then, just when I thought
it was safe to go into the water...
Dot! What are you doing here?
Here was my chance.
Kiss her now, get it over with!
- So.
- So, back to school tomorrow!
Bummer?
- Yeah.
- It's not so bad as far as schools go.
Actually, it's a shocker.
Wait 'til you meet Old Squasher.
He's our math teacher, worst of the bunch
as far as teachers go.
I hope your algebra's up to scratch.
- Alge-what?
- Bra. As in, equations?
- Equations?
Isn't that all high school stuff?
Cue music that sums up
horrible sinking feeling in tummy.
Remind me.
You've been going to Angelus High,
right?
- Angelus Primary.
- As in, primary primary.
As in the place you go before high school.
Sorry, you would be how old, exactly?
- I'll be 12 in August.
- Dot's only 11!
Dot's only 11!
- If L
equals 13 multiplied by 365...
- Dot's only 11!
- And D
equals 11
multiplied by 365...
- Attention!
Dot is only 11!
- What is the age difference
between L and D in days?
- 720 days!
- I gotta go.
See you at the wind farm tomorrow.
- No! She's only 11?
How is that possible?
- So what if
there's a bit of an age gap?
- I'm not kissing a primary school kid!
This is all your fault.
- It doesn't affect my
relationship with Lisa.
- You haven't got a
relationship with Lisa.
- 10 years down the track,
you'll be 22, Dot'll be 20.
No big deal there.
- I'm not going to still be
going out with Dot when I'm 22!
- You're thinking of dropping her already?
You haven't even kissed her yet!
- And I'm not going to!
You shouldn't have told the
whole planet that I was!
- When you gave Dot the T-shirt,
you just did it 'cause you thought
she needed some new clothes.
- No!
Okay, I admit.
I like her.
- So you've gotta kiss her!
- Says who?
- I don't make the rules!
- Everyone will know me as
Lockie Leonard, Cradle Snatcher.
Hanging out with a primary
school kid, 720 days younger.
- Back out now, and you'll be known
as something I hate worse.
- High school.
It was good for two things.
One, it lacked primary schoolers,
which meant from the hours of 9 to 3:15,
I was free from having to
deal with the Dot factor.
And two, admin had a
killer photocopy machine.
Saving the environment was a great way
to forget about all my problems.
Not that they were going away.
Phillip had seen to that.
- Watch out!
- Sorry.
- Throwing a protest meeting?
- Yeah.
- Next week.
- Save our river.
- Good luck.
Shouldn't you be on your
way to the wind farm?
By 3:30,
my tummy started to feel as though
it had drunk the entire Indian Ocean,
jelly blubbers included.
Thing is, part of me didn't mind
the idea of kissing Dot.
But there was another part of me
that would rather eat
Blob's nappies for dinner.
I don't know how you can
both really want something
and really not want it at the same time.
- Now, the world record
for the longest pash
is 30 hours, 59 minutes and 27 seconds.
So, do you plan on breaking that?
I need to know so I can
get some more videotapes.
- Phillip had planned to film my misery.
- Hey, loverboy!
- Well?
- I've gotta go.
- What? You can't!
- Egg and I have got to
save the environment.
- Now.
- So, loverboy's chickened out!
- Boof was right.
But if it's any consolation,
the river was worth saving.
- Save our river.
Save our river.
- Save our river!
Save our river.
- I can't believe you piked.
- Dot probably won't even turn up, anyway.
- There's nothing worse than a no-show.
You'll be lower than a shark's bum
if you don't at least front up.
- Save our river!
- Save our river!
Come to the public meeting!
- Yeah!
Good idea, boys.
'Bout time we did something about
that sorry excuse for a waterway.
- So you'll come to the meeting, then?
- Absolutely!
You can count on me to front up.
- Nice to see some people
around here have principles.
- What time is it?
4:30.
- You think we've still got enough time
for me to get to the wind farm?
- If we take my bike, and you're lucky.
- Cookson!
Glad you could make it!
- Where's Lockie?
- He had some important stuff to do.
But he'll be with us shortly!
Mind if I film you?
- Okay, I guess.
- No, no, no!
Stay in tide on me, then pull back,
take in the locale, then
zoom in on the talent.
Got it?
And roll tape!
We're here today to mark
a very special moment.
The first kiss of two of
Angelus's hottest grommets,
Lockie and Dot.
So, are you planning on breaking
the world record today, Dot?
- Hey, Lockie's no chicken-guts.
We're just heading to the wind farm now.
- Yeah, and of course I know how to kiss!
Why? You want one?
- I wouldn't, Lockie.
Wouldn't believe where
those lips have been.
Boof kisses mullet.
- I do not!
- Saw you down at Joe's boat shed.
You stole a mullet from his net.
When you thought no one was looking,
you put it to your lips--
- Shut your trap, Eggleston,
before I shut it for you!
- Suckface.
- Go, Egg!
That was beautiful stuff!
It was also going to get us killed.
But it was worth it, just to
see the look on Boof's face.
- He's lying.
As if I'd kiss a fish!
Losers!
- I can't believe you didn't tell me that!
- I was saving it up.
C'mon, let's get you to the wind farm.
- Hang on, I'll just get those pamphlets.
I can't feel them.
My arm's not long enough.
- Don't worry.
We can print some more up.
- I can just get my head
in, then I'll be out.
- Come on, we're gonna be late.
- I'm stuck!
- Hang on, Lockie!
What if I pull your legs?
- I'm stuck!
You're gonna rip my head off!
- What do we do?
- I don't know!
Call someone!
The ambulance, the air
force, the army, Sarge!
Anyone!
But Egg had a better idea.
Surprisingly, this wasn't
as bad as it looks.
- Lockie, you around there, mate?
- There
was a strawberry shake
I got to lick down there.
And best of all, I didn't
have to do anything.
Or say anything.
Or kiss anything!
Kind of like a place I'd
been a long time ago.
- We're gonna call him Lockie.
Now.
- I can stand in for Lockie if you'd like.
I'm quite experienced.
- I can angle-grind the side of the bin.
- Wouldn't that be risky?
- I can try and drill the pop rivets out.
- That's my boy in there!
I would like to get him out alive.
Isn't there something you can do
that would not involve taking such risks?
- Life is a risk!
- Just give me five
minutes alone with him.
Dot Cookson, wind farm, why the no-show?
- I was going to turn up.
But I got this thing stuck
on my head, didn't I?
- Well, do you like her?
- I don't really know her.
She's in primary school.
- I said, do you like her?
- Yeah, she's hot.
- Well, then, what's all the fuss about?
- I've got my head stuck in this.
- Your head's definitely
been stuck somewhere,
I should think.
Come on, Lockie, out with it.
- What happens after...
- Yes?
- After...
- Come on, Lockie, you can do it.
- After I...
- Kiss her?
- Yeah, what do you do then?
- Lockie.
- I don't know what I'm supposed to do!
- None of us do, love.
We just try and do our best,
and be as honest as we can with ourselves
and with each other.
- And I realised,
I couldn't stay here forever.
I had places to be.
Things to do.
And besides, I'd finished the thick shake.
Mum?
- Yes, Lockie?
- I think I'm ready to come out now.
In the end, we didn't need angle grinders
or drills to get me out.
- Pull harder, Mrs. Leonard!
- Mum had
this idea of slathering me
in dishwashing detergent.
Apparently it's how you get a ring off,
if it's stuck on your finger.
And I slipped out of the bin
like a cork out of a bottle.
And Mum got to experience me
being born all over again!
- My baby!
It was good to be out,
even if life was more complicated.
Eventually, the crowds got sick of waiting
for the Lockie and Dot Show,
and went home to watch
their telly instead.
Yep, Lockie Leonard was a no-show.
The lowest of the lows.
I was always going to bump
into Dot sooner or later.
Angelus is a small town.
Following her from her house also helped.
Yep, tracking her down was the easy bit.
It was how I was going to make up
for my no-show at the wind farm.
Dot was cool.
How many girls do you know go
hunting through the library
for ancient copies of Surfing World?
Dot, hi.
Once again, something weird happened.
My tongue went all numb,
and I'd forgotten how to speak.
- You're even weirder than your brother.
- Things hadn't got off
to a very good start.
Sorry for yesterday.
I should've been there, and I wasn't.
And, you know.
Sorry.
- Whatever.
- Well, I just wanted you to know.
Dot, wait.
It was now or never.
But I needed a romantic lead-in.
Something to set the mood.
Something smart that
showed her I had a brain.
I'm sure Sarge in the same position
would have some killer poetry,
but right now, all I could think of
was The Man From Snowy River.
And somehow, that didn't feel so right.
Look! What's that over there?
Okay, so it wasn't a 30-hour pash-a-thon,
and technically, I hadn't
even connected with her lips.
But you know what?
It didn't even matter.
And now we'd kissed, we could get back
to the important things in life.
brother was on a mission
to sort out my love life.
I didn't ask him to do this.
He just butted right in.
- Dot, remember me?
Phillip Leonard, Lockie's brother?
Got a minute?
I'd like to talk to you
about you and Lockie.
- Technically, Dot
and I weren't anything, yet.
But Phillip thought we needed to kick off.
- Can we get ice cream, not
cream on those ice chocolates?
Thank you.
I'll be sitting at my usual table.
Take a seat, Dot.
- It all started the last day
of the Easter holidays.
I'd wanted to spend it at the beach.
Mum had other ideas.
- Not a hair out of place.
- Family photo
time in the shopping centre.
That's when we paid some professional
to take a poxy photo
of us standing against
some crazy background of a desert
which none of us had ever been to.
Seemed like everyone else in
Angelus had the same idea.
We were on our best
behaviour, for Mum's sake.
Phillip didn't last five
minutes in that queue.
While we stood in line,
he went off looking for something to do.
- So, the question on everyone's lips.
Lockie.
Do you like him?
- He's a little...
- Weird?
- Yeah.
He gave me this T-shirt, and then nothing.
I haven't seen him since.
- Lockie's way of saying
he really likes you.
- I've never had a boyfriend before.
- That's okay.
Lockie's never had a girlfriend
that lasted longer than a day.
So, how do you feel about kissing him?
- I've never really kissed anyone.
Maybe.
- Maybe yes, or maybe no?
- Maybe yes.
- Excellent.
- Meanwhile, things
were going from bad to worse.
- Lockie, come here!
You've got Vegemite
all over your face!
- Why
does my mother's spit
always taste of fish paste?
Please!
There are people watching!
- Who was that, dear?
- Dot Cookson, Lockie's girlfriend.
- Phillip!
She's not my girlfriend.
- You gave her a T-shirt!
That screams girlfriend
to me, in capital letters.
- Lockie, you should've
told us you had a girlfriend!
- I don't!
I mean, she's not.
She's just a girl who
happens to be my friend.
- You can tell her that
tomorrow when you're made up.
- Hey?
- Five o'clock, at the wind farm.
- What's happening at the wind farm?
- Lockie's kissing Dot.
- Lockie's kissing Dot!
- There was nothing I could do.
The word was out, and once it was,
it spread like wildfire.
- Attention, attention!
Lockie's kissing Dot!
Attention, attention,
Lockie's kissing Dot!
- Lockie's kissing Dot!
Lockie's kissing Dot!
- Tomorrow.
Five o'clock.
- On the dot.
- Citizens of Angelus,
Lockie's kissing Dot!
- My children are all growing up!
Family hug!
Now!
- If this is what
happens when you grow up,
I'd rather eat dead fish.
- This is even
worse than we thought.
The river's dying.
- I know how it feels.
- We could've stepped this up.
Made more people notice what's happening.
Organise a protest or something.
- I could hide!
I could find a big, dark cave
and stay there 'til it all blows over.
- Why would the idea of kissing a girl
make you want to hide in a cave?
- Kissing a girl in front
of 40 billion people.
- Wow, there's been a sudden
population explosion in Angelus.
Okay, so you're freaked out because
you're kissing her in public.
- 40 billion people gawking on.
Yeah, wouldn't you?
- I'd put up with it.
Maybe you need to find a different place?
Somewhere quiet. Private.
- What's that?
C'mon.
Some kind of rusty
tunnelly-pipey looking thing.
Gross!
- Mega gross.
- Looks like somebody might be
dumping toxic crap down this pipe.
- Wait for me!
- Wow.
- What is it?
Wow.
Where are we going?
- I'm going to have a word
with the factory boss.
- Good idea!
What are you gonna say?
- That we have concerns.
Environmental concerns.
Concerning the factory,
and its toxic grime.
- Can I help you, boys?
- We have concerns.
- Do you, now?
- Well, we'd like to talk to your boss.
- Say, aren't you the kid
that's gonna kiss Dot?
Lockie's.
- Kissing.
- Dot.
- Please, this is really important.
- Clear off, Romeo,
before I call the cops.
C'mon, beat it, boys.
- And the pipe leads all the way
from the river to the factory.
- Bet it's illegal.
We have to shut it down or something.
Mum, Egg and I were thinking.
We could organise a public
meeting here, next week!
- That's nice, dear.
- Fish are dying, Mum,
and all you can say is "Nice"?
- Maybe we could have a roast.
- For the rally? Yeah!
I hadn't thought about food!
- Rally? What rally?
I was talking about Sunday lunch.
You could ask your girlfriend over!
What's her name, Dot?
Sarge and I would love to have her.
13 years old.
It seems like only
yesterday you were born.
- Who
said being 13 was so cool?
I remember that being
three was pretty top-notch.
Lots of food, no school to worry about.
And no female issues.
- Big family hug!
Now.
Then, just when I thought
it was safe to go into the water...
Dot! What are you doing here?
Here was my chance.
Kiss her now, get it over with!
- So.
- So, back to school tomorrow!
Bummer?
- Yeah.
- It's not so bad as far as schools go.
Actually, it's a shocker.
Wait 'til you meet Old Squasher.
He's our math teacher, worst of the bunch
as far as teachers go.
I hope your algebra's up to scratch.
- Alge-what?
- Bra. As in, equations?
- Equations?
Isn't that all high school stuff?
Cue music that sums up
horrible sinking feeling in tummy.
Remind me.
You've been going to Angelus High,
right?
- Angelus Primary.
- As in, primary primary.
As in the place you go before high school.
Sorry, you would be how old, exactly?
- I'll be 12 in August.
- Dot's only 11!
Dot's only 11!
- If L
equals 13 multiplied by 365...
- Dot's only 11!
- And D
equals 11
multiplied by 365...
- Attention!
Dot is only 11!
- What is the age difference
between L and D in days?
- 720 days!
- I gotta go.
See you at the wind farm tomorrow.
- No! She's only 11?
How is that possible?
- So what if
there's a bit of an age gap?
- I'm not kissing a primary school kid!
This is all your fault.
- It doesn't affect my
relationship with Lisa.
- You haven't got a
relationship with Lisa.
- 10 years down the track,
you'll be 22, Dot'll be 20.
No big deal there.
- I'm not going to still be
going out with Dot when I'm 22!
- You're thinking of dropping her already?
You haven't even kissed her yet!
- And I'm not going to!
You shouldn't have told the
whole planet that I was!
- When you gave Dot the T-shirt,
you just did it 'cause you thought
she needed some new clothes.
- No!
Okay, I admit.
I like her.
- So you've gotta kiss her!
- Says who?
- I don't make the rules!
- Everyone will know me as
Lockie Leonard, Cradle Snatcher.
Hanging out with a primary
school kid, 720 days younger.
- Back out now, and you'll be known
as something I hate worse.
- High school.
It was good for two things.
One, it lacked primary schoolers,
which meant from the hours of 9 to 3:15,
I was free from having to
deal with the Dot factor.
And two, admin had a
killer photocopy machine.
Saving the environment was a great way
to forget about all my problems.
Not that they were going away.
Phillip had seen to that.
- Watch out!
- Sorry.
- Throwing a protest meeting?
- Yeah.
- Next week.
- Save our river.
- Good luck.
Shouldn't you be on your
way to the wind farm?
By 3:30,
my tummy started to feel as though
it had drunk the entire Indian Ocean,
jelly blubbers included.
Thing is, part of me didn't mind
the idea of kissing Dot.
But there was another part of me
that would rather eat
Blob's nappies for dinner.
I don't know how you can
both really want something
and really not want it at the same time.
- Now, the world record
for the longest pash
is 30 hours, 59 minutes and 27 seconds.
So, do you plan on breaking that?
I need to know so I can
get some more videotapes.
- Phillip had planned to film my misery.
- Hey, loverboy!
- Well?
- I've gotta go.
- What? You can't!
- Egg and I have got to
save the environment.
- Now.
- So, loverboy's chickened out!
- Boof was right.
But if it's any consolation,
the river was worth saving.
- Save our river.
Save our river.
- Save our river!
Save our river.
- I can't believe you piked.
- Dot probably won't even turn up, anyway.
- There's nothing worse than a no-show.
You'll be lower than a shark's bum
if you don't at least front up.
- Save our river!
- Save our river!
Come to the public meeting!
- Yeah!
Good idea, boys.
'Bout time we did something about
that sorry excuse for a waterway.
- So you'll come to the meeting, then?
- Absolutely!
You can count on me to front up.
- Nice to see some people
around here have principles.
- What time is it?
4:30.
- You think we've still got enough time
for me to get to the wind farm?
- If we take my bike, and you're lucky.
- Cookson!
Glad you could make it!
- Where's Lockie?
- He had some important stuff to do.
But he'll be with us shortly!
Mind if I film you?
- Okay, I guess.
- No, no, no!
Stay in tide on me, then pull back,
take in the locale, then
zoom in on the talent.
Got it?
And roll tape!
We're here today to mark
a very special moment.
The first kiss of two of
Angelus's hottest grommets,
Lockie and Dot.
So, are you planning on breaking
the world record today, Dot?
- Hey, Lockie's no chicken-guts.
We're just heading to the wind farm now.
- Yeah, and of course I know how to kiss!
Why? You want one?
- I wouldn't, Lockie.
Wouldn't believe where
those lips have been.
Boof kisses mullet.
- I do not!
- Saw you down at Joe's boat shed.
You stole a mullet from his net.
When you thought no one was looking,
you put it to your lips--
- Shut your trap, Eggleston,
before I shut it for you!
- Suckface.
- Go, Egg!
That was beautiful stuff!
It was also going to get us killed.
But it was worth it, just to
see the look on Boof's face.
- He's lying.
As if I'd kiss a fish!
Losers!
- I can't believe you didn't tell me that!
- I was saving it up.
C'mon, let's get you to the wind farm.
- Hang on, I'll just get those pamphlets.
I can't feel them.
My arm's not long enough.
- Don't worry.
We can print some more up.
- I can just get my head
in, then I'll be out.
- Come on, we're gonna be late.
- I'm stuck!
- Hang on, Lockie!
What if I pull your legs?
- I'm stuck!
You're gonna rip my head off!
- What do we do?
- I don't know!
Call someone!
The ambulance, the air
force, the army, Sarge!
Anyone!
But Egg had a better idea.
Surprisingly, this wasn't
as bad as it looks.
- Lockie, you around there, mate?
- There
was a strawberry shake
I got to lick down there.
And best of all, I didn't
have to do anything.
Or say anything.
Or kiss anything!
Kind of like a place I'd
been a long time ago.
- We're gonna call him Lockie.
Now.
- I can stand in for Lockie if you'd like.
I'm quite experienced.
- I can angle-grind the side of the bin.
- Wouldn't that be risky?
- I can try and drill the pop rivets out.
- That's my boy in there!
I would like to get him out alive.
Isn't there something you can do
that would not involve taking such risks?
- Life is a risk!
- Just give me five
minutes alone with him.
Dot Cookson, wind farm, why the no-show?
- I was going to turn up.
But I got this thing stuck
on my head, didn't I?
- Well, do you like her?
- I don't really know her.
She's in primary school.
- I said, do you like her?
- Yeah, she's hot.
- Well, then, what's all the fuss about?
- I've got my head stuck in this.
- Your head's definitely
been stuck somewhere,
I should think.
Come on, Lockie, out with it.
- What happens after...
- Yes?
- After...
- Come on, Lockie, you can do it.
- After I...
- Kiss her?
- Yeah, what do you do then?
- Lockie.
- I don't know what I'm supposed to do!
- None of us do, love.
We just try and do our best,
and be as honest as we can with ourselves
and with each other.
- And I realised,
I couldn't stay here forever.
I had places to be.
Things to do.
And besides, I'd finished the thick shake.
Mum?
- Yes, Lockie?
- I think I'm ready to come out now.
In the end, we didn't need angle grinders
or drills to get me out.
- Pull harder, Mrs. Leonard!
- Mum had
this idea of slathering me
in dishwashing detergent.
Apparently it's how you get a ring off,
if it's stuck on your finger.
And I slipped out of the bin
like a cork out of a bottle.
And Mum got to experience me
being born all over again!
- My baby!
It was good to be out,
even if life was more complicated.
Eventually, the crowds got sick of waiting
for the Lockie and Dot Show,
and went home to watch
their telly instead.
Yep, Lockie Leonard was a no-show.
The lowest of the lows.
I was always going to bump
into Dot sooner or later.
Angelus is a small town.
Following her from her house also helped.
Yep, tracking her down was the easy bit.
It was how I was going to make up
for my no-show at the wind farm.
Dot was cool.
How many girls do you know go
hunting through the library
for ancient copies of Surfing World?
Dot, hi.
Once again, something weird happened.
My tongue went all numb,
and I'd forgotten how to speak.
- You're even weirder than your brother.
- Things hadn't got off
to a very good start.
Sorry for yesterday.
I should've been there, and I wasn't.
And, you know.
Sorry.
- Whatever.
- Well, I just wanted you to know.
Dot, wait.
It was now or never.
But I needed a romantic lead-in.
Something to set the mood.
Something smart that
showed her I had a brain.
I'm sure Sarge in the same position
would have some killer poetry,
but right now, all I could think of
was The Man From Snowy River.
And somehow, that didn't feel so right.
Look! What's that over there?
Okay, so it wasn't a 30-hour pash-a-thon,
and technically, I hadn't
even connected with her lips.
But you know what?
It didn't even matter.
And now we'd kissed, we could get back
to the important things in life.