38 year old prisoner,
male, Caucasian, stab wound to the lower left abdomen.
He'll need an urgent fluid recess.
Blood pressure is falling.
We need a trauma panel, he is fasting,
let's prep him for surgery.
Patient has no known family.
Corrections staff still investigating next of kin.
Be alert, everyone, the patient is regarded as dangerous.
Someone's put a hole through our windscreen,
mate, you better come check it out, over.
- Roger that, on my way.
Old mate's alright, yeah?
- He's out cold.
- Okay, I gotta go sort this out.
Can't be sure, mate, but it looks like someone's
put their fist through it, over.
- Dingo.
Shit.
Ho, ho, ho, ho!
Merry Christmas!
You've been good, haven't you?
Ho, ho, ho, ho!
Sorry, man, it's just for the kids.
- My daughter's in the bathroom.
Got cancer.
- What sort?
- Kidney, kidney, yeah.
- Why are you in the gown?
- Gave her one of mine.
Merry Christmas!
- Requesting back up to Oakley Hospital.
We'll need another van, we've still got
a prisoner unconscious upstairs.
At the very least, we'll need
a windscreen repairer.
We're supposed to be guarding him
after his surgery.
Oh, piss off.
Where's Daryl?
Look out, kid, you got a death wish?
- I hate you, Santa!
- Where's your phone?
♪ And a happy new year
Shut up.
- No, I would have seen a button, Maryanne.
There's normally a little latch sort of thing, you know?
Well, are there any latches?
No, there's no latches, otherwise I would have-
- Hello. - What about the picture-
- No, there's no picture.
That's why I can't find it.
- Loser.
Thank you, Leonard.
Okay.
Oh, what have we got here?
Nice.
Okay.
No, okay.
Loser.
Hattersley Homestead, search.
There you are.
Shit!
I'm pushing on the thing, it's not coming out.
Well, are you sure?
- Yes. - Is there something else
underneath it, or under the car or something?
- Check on the right, Joe, under-
- Yes, I have, Maryanne, just give me a second.
- Don't snap at me, Joe, you chose the bloody car.
You guys having a bit of trouble?
- Yeah.
- Hire car, is it?
- Joe wanted a hybrid.
- Ah, right, you guys on holidays?
- Babymoon. - Babymoon.
Ah, do you mind if I...
- Sure, mate, please. - Yeah?
- Just underneath, yeah, there it is.
It's just...
Just here?
Yeah.
There we go.
- Thanks, mate. - Hey, no worries.
- Busy time of year for you, hey?
Oh, yeah but never too busy
to lend a hand, you know?
Oh, little something for the newborn.
- Thank you. - Thanks, mate.
Yeah, no worries.
Merry Christmas, hey?
Yeah, merry Christmas.
- Yeah, good on ya.
I'm doing my best, Hazel, alright?
You know I am, but believe it or not,
there are actually people above me that I need
to answer to at the back.
We just need one more week, Clyde.
That's what you said last week
and the week before, alright?
Fool me once, Hazel, but fool me seven times?
I'm not an idiot.
And I'm needing urgent medical assistance.
No, no, this is real this time.
I told you to watch the stove.
- No, no. - We sold another tractor.
So I'll get you a little bit now
and we can work out the rest later.
- Later, there is no later, okay?
I've closed more farms in the past month
than the rest of my career and those farms had sheep.
- We have sheep.
- That's one sheep, Hazel, one.
- You know, it speaks volumes that you'd come here
this time of year.
- Hey, that's not fair, you know me better than that,
come on.
- Daisy, again, you cannot make it rain
by shooting the clouds!
- You know, that's burning.
- I'm sorry, can we do this another day?
- No, we can't.
- Say a week from now?
- No, Hazel, we can't keep going on with this, alright?
I'm gonna have to get foreclosure proceedings-
Daisy!
If you're not careful, you're gonna shoot down Santa.
- What? - Inside, now!
Look, I've just been really busy.
- Okay. - Okay?
- Very safe.
- Thank you for coming.
I'll see you, say, after Christmas?
- Two days and then I'm gonna have to...
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You're on Outback Radio 97.3 FM.
It's been another hard year.
What we all need is a bit of Christmas cheer, I reckon.
Enjoy this one, folks.
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But first, here's another Christmas classic for all
you folks out there, enjoy. ♪ Hark the herald angels sing
♪ Glory to the newborn king
♪ God and sinner
- Anything?
- A weird dangly thing at the back.
- You're not dying, Tom, eat.
- The doctor at Google says I have syphilis.
- You don't have syphilis, you didn't have Ebola
and you don't have smallpox.
- I had gonorrhoea.
That was diarrhoea.
- Tom, can you Google if Santa's bulletproof?
- Don't waste any more of mum's data.
Mum, dinner!
Come on, eat before it's cold.
- Mum's a better cook.
- Is there coriander in this?
Come on, kids, time for bed.
- Should we call an ambulance?
- Tom's fine, Daisy.
- Not for Tom, for Santa.
- You didn't shoot Santa, it was a stupid thing to say.
- It's not even Christmas eve.
Exactly.
- Maybe he's doing a test run.
- Santa doesn't do test runs.
Besides his reindeer can fly so even if he's hurt,
they'll just take him to the hospital.
- What if she shot them, too?
What, no?
- Not helping, Tom.
Santa's all good.
So are his reindeers, time for sleep, Daisy.
One more night, okay?
Goodnight.
Love you weirdos.
- Love you. - Love you.
I'm not sure Santa's coming this year.
What do you mean?
I reckon he's forgotten about us.
Just like everyone else.
He'll come, you just gotta believe.
♪ We don't refer to the past
- Oh, no, no, no!
Wake up, Santa, I will not let you die, not on my watch!
Clear!
- Don't touch my nipples.
- I need them to restart you.
- What the, oh, Jesus Christ!
- I'm so sorry, I was only trying to make it right.
- Okay, okay, just shut up.
Just...
Don't cry.
Sorry, Santa.
- Where am I?
- Earth.
- Great, good one.
Can you be more specific?
Australia.
- Come on.
- Hattersley Homestead.
- Right.
Good.
Who are you?
- Daisy Amanda Raley, I sent you those letters, remember?
- Yep.
Where's your family?
- Mum's in bed, Hazel's in bed, Tom's in bed, Dad's dead.
- Great, let's keep it that way.
Except your dad.
Sorry about that.
Oh shit.
Sorry, shivers.
- Is that the naughty list?
- What?
On your arm.
- Ah, yeah.
You could say that.
Especially Chastity.
She was really naughty.
- Please don't put me on it, Santa!
I didn't mean to shoot you.
- What? - Clouds have water in them
and we need rain but Hazel said-
- Okay, okay, shush, shush, shush your mouth.
You'll be sweet with me, if you
promise not to tell anyone I was here.
- I promise.
- Good.
Do you wanna save Christmas?
Yeah?
Santa's gonna need your help.
- Vita-Gummies and Band-Aids.
- Got anything stronger?
- Horse tranquilliser and a bullet.
- Split the difference?
- I've got a secret.
- What?
- I'm not telling, come see.
- Where?
- In the shed.
- Are you crazy?
I'm not going outside.
There's climate change and skin cancer
and pandemics and werewolves
and stranger danger.
- He's no stranger.
He knows when you've been sleeping.
He knows when you're awake.
- Daisy?
Who the hell is this, you little snitch?
- This is my brother, he got these, I couldn't reach.
- Oh, alright, well, fair enough.
What's with the get up, mate?
- He's scared. - Of what?
- Everything.
- You're bleeding.
- Oh, nothing that a little whiskey can fix, mate.
- I think we should get Hazel.
- No one else can know.
- I don't think he's Santa.
- He is, I shot him out of the sky.
- She did.
- It's not even Christmas yet, why were you flying?
- Test run.
- Where are your reindeer?
- They metamorphosized into a panel van
when they hit the ground.
- You don't look like Santa.
- Well, you don't look like a smart ass, mate,
but here we are.
- Fine, then, if you're Santa, then what's my name?
- It's- - No.
- Your name?
Hang on, mate.
My Santa senses are tingling.
- Stranger danger, I'm getting Hazel.
- Tom.
Your name is Tom, mate.
See?
- I've known you since you were born.
Yeah, I remember the day you were born,
when you came out, you were a baby
and look at you now, you're all
grown up and big, wow.
- I am. - You are.
Yep.
My two little bonbons,
I need you two to promise me that you won't
tell anyone else about this, okay?
Especially you, Daisy.
Not even Hazel?
- How old's Hazel?
- 15. - Drop the, thank you.
Sorry, 15, you say?
Yeah, no that's too old.
You know, 15, you're almost an adult.
Look, if an adult was to see me, I'd explode.
And die.
- Die?
- All right?
Good, now piss off.
Santa needs his rest and time to think about
how he's gonna get back to the North Pole.
- Good night, Santa, time for sleep.
See you in the morning.
The present's under the Christmas tree.
- Mum, can we talk about these?
They keep coming in and I don't know what to do.
Don't worry about it, Hazel.
Daisy, stop that, seriously!
Daisy, how many times do I have to tell you
that is never going to make it rain?
Go inside.
How could you?
How could you leave me with all this on my own?
You asshole!
You selfish asshole, Jason!
Damn you, Jason.
Hello?
Anyone home?
Hello?
Hi.
Morning, Hazel, love.
Senior Constable Wendy Madigan here
and Constable Greg Madigan.
- She knows our names, will you please stop title dropping?
- I've been promoted and Greg hasn't.
Was that necessary?
- People need to know, Greg.
If we address the tension, they don't have to.
- What's up?
- Oh, Clyde said he saw a shotgun on the property.
- That's weird.
- You're too young for a gun licence, Hazel.
- I know, that's why I don't have one.
- And what about your dad's old shotgun?
- Sold it a couple of weeks ago.
- We ran the number, it's still in his name.
- Papers are in the mail, busy time of year for the postie,
being Christmas and all.
- Yeah, well...
Fair enough, love.
You can never be too careful.
- That's right.
Bugger, it's gone again.
And you wonder why you weren't promoted?
- Did you put it in the car?
- I put it in the gun safe.
Well, I didn't ask you, see you, Hazel.
I didn't ask you to do that.
- Morning, Santa, we cleaned up the presents.
- What the hell are the cops doing here?
- Greg and Wendy come here a lot.
- So no one told them I was here, right?
- No, we swore a Christmas oath, Santa.
- We're Santa's little helpers.
- Great, we need to hurry.
- That's why I brought you Shanks.
He said you could ride him back to the North Pole.
- Right, that's a very generous offer, you little nutcase,
but that's not what I mean.
You, sit down, you, sit there, okay.
So, there has been a tragic accident.
Santa's infinite sack of presents has gone missing.
And I think
it's disappeared when you shot me out of the sky, Daisy
and it's somewhere on your farm.
- Daisy, you idiot.
- Hey, guys, it's no one's fault.
Even though it is Daisy's.
Anyway, my bag-
- Sack. - Sack...
Is black. - Red.
- No.
It usually is but for the first time ever,
Christmas has been brought to you by
Big Barry's Sports Megastore.
Yeah, anyway.
Have either of you seen a black sports bag lying around?
- Not this morning.
- Okay, what about, say, in the past year?
- Didn't you lose it last night?
- Yes.
I did but you see,
time is like a flat circle.
- That's why clocks are round.
- Exactly and usually I'm travelling on a continuous loop,
delivering prezzies in the past, the present and the future.
And when Daisy here shot me down-
- By accident.
- She must've interrupted the space, time,
Christmas continuum.
- What?
- Space and time, Tom, it's all
very complicated Christmas magic.
So have you seen it?
- No, but we'll help you find it.
- Where do you think it would be?
- Well, my sack,
like me, she loves Christmasy stuff.
And when she gets scared,
she hides under Christmas trees.
- I hide under my bed.
- That's very original, Tom.
- I have a shotgun.
- I can see that, Daisy.
So where's your Christmas tree?
- We don't have one.
- We sorta have one.
Dad's tyre tree.
- Look who's outside.
Looking good, Tom.
What's with the shovels?
- We're on a treasure hunt.
Cute.
- I have a bad feeling about this.
- You have a bad feeling about everything.
Well, I'll be on lookout.
- What are you doing?
Stupid shovel.
I'm gonna check the top.
- No, no, no, under the tree, you little idiot, dig.
Be careful, Daisy.
- But I promised Santa.
You're getting a bit high now.
Shut up, Tom.
This is dangerous, Daisy.
- Don't worry, I'm invincible.
I can't see anything.
- Okay, too high, Daisy, come down now.
Santa!
- Santa, Santa, help!
- Daisy, get down.
It's not in here.
- Daisy, no!
- Get down, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Daisy! - Daisy!
You all right, Daisy?
- I'm fine.
- Who the hell are you?
- Hazel, Santa, Santa, Hazel.
- No, no.
- Talk! - Okay, I'm trying to.
- Are you a pedo? - No!
- He just asked us to find his sack.
- Not helping.
- He's not a pedo, Hazel.
I thought that, too, but he's really Santa.
- Go inside.
- No. - Go inside right now!
Who are you? - I'm a volunteer Santa.
And I know how it looks,
but I just crashed my van into your shed and I didn't want
to ruin the magic for your little brother and sister.
- You're a volunteer Santa?
- Yeah, for the...
Outback Santa. - Bullshit!
- Not bullshit. - I'm callin' the cops.
- Please, please, please, please, please don't.
This job really, it means the world to me
and if you call the cops, my boss will know I crashed
the van and I'm a goner, you know?
And I have seven kids and they will have nothing.
- I thought you were a volunteer?
- Paid.
Stop doing that.
I just want to fix my car, okay?
And grab my stuff and get out of here
so I could go to the doctor because look, see?
And I didn't want to bother you because I thought,
you know, you guys look like you're going through
a tough time as it is.
- Why were the kids out there with you?
- Well...
The Outback Santas, they have this crazy rule
where we're never allowed to break character
and so when little Tom and Daisy found me,
I panicked and I said, "Go and find my sack."
Christmas sack with presents, not my...
Obviously, I'm really, really sorry.
I'll fix your shed.
- No shit, you're the one who broke it.
- Okay, I'll fix the Ute, I'll fix the Ute, how about that?
It needs a new starter motor and the battery's dead
and it needs a bunch of other stuff.
- What's your name?
- Leonard.
Shastakawasaki.
- You have one day, Leonard.
- Okay, great. - You stay away from my house.
- Yup. - If you bother my mum,
she'll kick the shit out of you.
- Roger that. - And if you ruin Christmas
for Tom and Daisy, I'll take your head off.
Please, there's been a misunderstanding
or a mistake or something.
- No, it's pretty clear to me
that you know what I'm talking about.
- We don't.
Sorry, mister, but we don't even know a Daryl.
- Lord have mercy on these liars.
- We're not lying. - And spare their unborn child
from their blasphemy.
- I told you we should've gone to The Gold Coast, Joe.
- Now, Maryanne- - Sh.
Mary and Joseph.
Actually, it's just Joe and Maryanne.
- Seeking refuge in a humble inn.
Thank you.
So where'd you get this from?
- Santa.
Is the Grinch real?
- Yep, yep, he is.
- And the Easter Bunny?
- Yep. - What about the tooth fairy?
- Sure, yep, so-
- Can you tell her I've got a loose one?
- Yup, I'll call her on the fairy phone, Dais.
- What about Jesus?
- More trouble than he's worth, Tom.
- What about- - Guys, enough!
Too many questions!
Okay.
Just enough with the questions, okay?
It's a lot of questions.
So, my little bonbons.
If we're gonna save Christmas,
you need to shut up and listen, okay?
Thank you.
Hazel is like the Grinch, okay?
And we cannot let the Grinch know
that we are looking for my bag.
- Sack. - Sack.
- Can you stop saying that?
- Sorry. - Sorry.
- It's okay, it's just that,
if we're gonna find my sack...
My bag before Christmas,
then we need to widen our search.
- So what are we doing?
- We're gonna dig, Tom.
We're gonna dig, mate.
So get out and find some shovels, hey?
- Yay, digging.
♪ Wish you a merry Christmas
Why would it even be under here?
'Cause this is where I burned
the old Christmas tres.
♪ We wish you a merry
- You know there's more lyrics to that song, Daisy.
And more songs for that matter.
♪ We wish you a merry
Daisy!
If you've got breath enough to sing,
then you're not digging fast enough, okay?
Are you okay, Tom?
- Santa? - Same goes for talking, Tom.
- Santa, I've stabbed myself.
- We don't have time for this, okay?
Just keep digging.
- I think it hit the radial artery.
Just take a deep breath.
- I knew this was gonna happen.
I should never have gone outside.
- I'll go get Hazel.
- No!
Just keep digging.
Tom!
Stop singing that song!
Tom!
Slow down, mate!
Tom, come on, mate, give me-
- I'm dying.
Look, it can't be that bad if you're
running this fast!
Go away!
Leave me alone!
- Slow down, mate, you're killing me!
Hey.
Calm down.
- I'm dying.
No, you're not.
I need Hazel.
- No, you don't, mate, just brethe.
You're doing fine.
How about this, mate, why don't you tell me about this?
I used to have a bunny.
What's his name?
- Rabbit DeNiro.
That's good.
What about that one?
Woofie Goldberg.
- Classic.
Who is this guy?
- That's Dad.
We built this place together for our pets.
He's here now, too.
- You must be missing him a bit, mate.
- We used to talk a lot.
And kick the footy.
- Oh, I can kick the footy with you, mate, if you want.
If you wanna kick the footy.
- I don't do that anymore.
- Because the memories are too painful?
- Because the ball could hit me in the face and I could die.
- Right.
Dad was walking near a river.
And then mum says he just fell.
He's gone now because he wasn't careful.
- You know, Tom, I used to have this mate, Blizzard.
He was this intense little dude with pointy features
and always wore a beanie.
- He was an elf?
- Yeah, yep, sure, anyway...
Blizzard made the most purest, funnest
snow in all the North Pole.
- Elves make snow?
- Sometimes.
The point is, I was super keen to go skiing,
but I was afraid of Blizzard's snow, 'cause I knew this
bloke who had a bad comedown, fall, sorry.
He had a bad fall, and I was afraid
it was gonna happen to me, right?
- Makes sense.
- Yeah, so this one day, I'm staring down the length of this
run and Blizzard, he can see the fear in my eyes
and he says to me, "Life is like a theme park, right?
"There are rides and food and all kinds of colourful crap
"and you know, we all have the choice
"to watch from the sidelines, safe and sound
"or you can just jump on in and...
"Have the best time."
Look.
Everything's a risk, mate, but that's life
and you know, I reckon your dad, he'd say the same thing.
Don't watch from the sidelines.
We're good?
- Yeah.
- Right, the most important thing is to remember that
the human body can cop a whole lot of punishment, okay?
- Throw the ball at me.
Oh, come on, mate, give it some curry.
Try again.
Okay, yep.
- Are you okay?
- That's good, no, I'm okay.
Yep, good.
Now you've got it, good on ya.
Oh, you little, okay, yep, good.
Okay, mate, lesson learned, lesson learned.
Pillow monster!
What's going to happen?
Oh, what's happening, has he got any fight left in him?
Oh, boy, he's up and, oh, boy!
The upper cut, he's just knocked him over!
Coming from the top, he's giving him a big walloping!
Oh, no, here he comes!
Hazel, I don't need my armour anymore.
The human body can cop a whole lot of punishment.
- Santa taught you that?
Yeah.
- That's great, Tom, dinner's ready.
- Ooh.
Copped it.
Ooh.
That boy can pack a punch.
- Not you Leonard.
What was your surname again?
- Shastakawasaki.
- How do you spell that?
- S...
A- - Wrong.
This is Leonard Shastakowski, who the hell are you?
- Would you believe there's two of us?
- I'm calling the cops.
- No, no, don't, don't, don't, don't.
Len, from Mildura,
is a mate and I borrowed his van.
Okay, okay, okay, my name...
Is Daryl, Daryl Dunn.
See, Dunny.
- What are you doing here?
- Crashed Len's van.
Okay.
There's money buried on your farm.
A mate was driving by and he dumped it here.
And he left me a clue.
- A clue? - Mm hm.
- What are you, a pirate?
- The present is under the Christmas tree.
That's the clue.
- Why is it on my farm?
- I don't know, Hazel, why is your farm so shit?
Sometimes things don't go to plan.
- How much money?
- None of your business.
- How much?
- 500,000.
So, if you just put the phone down,
maybe we can come to some kind of arrangement.
- Half.
- Come again?
- I want half.
- You can have three grand and...
The presents in the van.
- Half and the presents in the van.
- You are a very greedy little girl, you know that?
10,000.
- No. - 20,000.
- Hi, I'd like to report a person on my farm.
- Okay, deal.
Jesus Christ.
- You have until Christmas Eve then you're gone
with or without the money.
♪ Oh come all ye faithful
♪ Joyful and triumphant
♪ Oh come ye
Mum, we're gonna put up Christmas lights.
You wanna help us?
Ah, no, thank you, you do it, you have fun.
All right.
Love you, mum.
- So Hazel, now that you're helping us find his sack,
can Santa come to Christmas lunch?
- Lunch is family only, Daisy.
- He is family, he's Father Christmas.
- Exactly, he'll be back at the North Pole with Mrs. Claus.
- She can come, too.
- It's time for sleep, got a big day tomorrow.
You said one more night, Daisy.
Fine, one more.
Goodnight, love you weirdos.
- Love you. - Love you.
Told you he wouldn't forget about us.
This is the best Christmas ever.
Where's my money?
- I don't know, mate.
I lost it.
- Don't believe ya.
The present's under the Christmas tree.
- Oy!
What the hell are you doing?
- Main road, pine trees, presents.
- What?
- That's the main road your friend would have driven down.
If I were him, I would have buried it under one of these.
- I think you should be a little bit more discreet.
Don't worry about her.
- Is she all right in the head?
- She's fine.
Get digging.
- Righto.
- Good Lord, I'm at a fork in the road.
So please bestow on me,
your most humble disciple, a sign.
Thank you.
Three wise men.
- You serious, man, what are you doing?
- I need a sign.
- Sorry, bro, but we're using ours, hey?
- I'm looking for a man.
So can you tell me which way he went?
- Who?
- His name is Daryl.
- Yeah, well, sorry, bud, there's like 16 Daryls who work
for council, so you have to be more specific than that, hey?
- Please give me the patience, my lord.
- You serious, man, get off the bloody road.
- Not until I can get my sign.
- Hey, he told you, mate.
- Sorry, sorry, keep the sign!
I'm sorry, man, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
I'm sorry!
You can have the sign.
- Look at that.
God just saved your ass.
That was excessive.
- Up.
We're gonna try somewhere else.
- Hey, listen, I know it's a wild idea.
Have you thought about it being inside the house?
- Why the hell would it be inside?
- It's where Christmas trees live, inside houses.
- You're not coming into my house.
Where are you going?
To make lunch.
Great, I'm starving.
- Lunch is for winners, Dunny, keep digging.
- Oh, come on, man, I haven't eaten in days.
Give it some curry.
Butter chicken!
- Okay, go.
Quick, quick, quick, quick, quick.
Okay, go, go.
What the hell, Daisy?
- Sorry.
Hazel's in there.
- Don't watch from the sidelines, mate.
- Hazel, Hazel, I found the sack
but I can't find Santa!
- That's okay, why don't you just show me where it is, yeah?
- She wants all the toys to herself.
- Yeah, you just can't trust some people, can ya?
Okay, go.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, go, go, go, go.
Where's the tree?
Is that always where you put it?
Okay.
Hello?
- Don't waste my time, Tom.
- Hazel, where are you going, Hazel?
- Hazel, I know you're in there, okay?
Hello?
Good afternoon.
- Why are you here?
- Where's your mum, Hazel?
- She's not here.
- Well then you leave me with no choice.
- What's this?
- You failed to make a payment by the third and final due
date, so I must present you with this letter of foreclosure.
You have 14 days to vacate the premises after which time
if you fail to do so, law enforcement will be involved.
You said I had a week.
You said a week, I said two days.
- I told you I've got the money.
No, you said you were coming into money.
- I am.
- No, it's too late, all right?
We're putting it on the market.
- Don't tell me I'm too late.
Miss Raley, are you trying to leverage
a better price out of me?
- Who are you?
- Harold Bishop, Director of Surveying.
Who are you?
- I'm a Clyde Dandy, the bank manager.
- Assistant manager.
- Oh, well, lovely to meet you, Mr. Dandy.
Now, do you know what that is, Dandy?
That's coal.
Don't be afraid of it, mate.
I've been scoping this place for months
and the place is riddled with it.
- Is it? - Yep, yeah.
- Right, so when you said you were coming into money-
- Yeah, mine.
Yeah, just got to a liquefy a few assets
and restructure the portfolio.
You know how it is.
- Yes, of course, I do, yeah.
- Yeah, I thought you would, Dandy.
- Yeah. - Yep.
So you can take the notice here and tell your boss
that this family's about to become filthy...
- Get off my property!
Get out.
Go on!
Now who the hell are you?
- So Daryl showed up yesterday
after he crashed into the farm.
- Microsleep, only takes a second.
- And I felt really bad because he's a volunteer Santa
and he gives presents to sick kids.
- Oh, come on, I hate the word hero.
- And I didn't wanna burden you because
he seemed trustworthy, so I said he could stay in the shed
until he fixes his van.
- No, mum! - Don't look at him!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Look away, mum.
- What?
- 'Cause it's Santa.
They think he's Santa.
- Yeah, yeah, don't worry, kids, don't worry.
Yes, normally, I would explode if an adult sees me
but seeing as your mum here is so youthful,
there's nothing to worry about.
- Can he stay? - Pretty please?
- I don't really have time for this.
Set him up in the spare room.
- You want a total stranger staying at our house?
- Stranger, come on, more like a drifter, if that.
- I thought you said we could trust him.
- Well, he's staying in the shed.
- Well, I'd love to stay in the house.
It's a beautiful house, be very comfortable.
- Whatever you think, Hazel.
- Yes! - Yes!
- Yes, Santa's staying. - Presents, presents.
Daisy, we're getting presents for sure.
Let's decorate the tree.
Shotgun, putting on the fairy lights.
So I thought you said she'd kick
the shit out of me.
Thought she would.
- So...
How much money do you owe?
- 200,000.
- Shit, that's a lot.
- And your mum, she doesn't care?
- I dunno.
She spent the last year staring at dirt.
And now all she cares about is that stupid windmill.
- Maybe there's water underground.
- Holy shit.
Why didn't I think of that?
I can't believe after 10 years of drought,
I never thought to check the bore water.
Thank you, Mr. City Man.
- You know, back when I was a truckee,
I knew this bloke called, Razor.
Nice guy, very sharp.
Anyway, Razor told me this story about
the Melanesian Islanders, right?
And apparently in World War II,
there were a shit tonne of soldiers living on their doorstep.
Now these soldiers, they gave them gifts like food,
medicine, clothes, all sorts of crap, you know?
- How is any of this relevant?
- Well, when the soldiers finally left,
well, they took all the stuff with them
and so the Melanesians, they believed that if they
rebuilt the runways and the towers
that they would bring the soldiers back with all the gifts.
Maybe your mum thinks that, maybe she thinks that
if she rebuilds the windmill, then-
- It'll rain.
- You know this money, it's not exactly
a get out of jail free card, like...
It's stolen.
Me and my mate, we stole it.
- Yeah, no shit.
Black sports bag, stab wound.
Don't tell your mum.
I've seen movies, Daryl.
- It's just that there's something I need to...
What I'm trying to say is-
- Shut up.
Grab a shovel, Dunny.
I know where the money is.
That's a Moodjar tree.
A parasite, we poisoned it because it was killing
the other trees.
But you know what else they call it?
An Australian Christmas Tree.
- How does your family all fit together?
- What do you mean?
- Well, you know, you're like...
Tom's obviously not...
- We're family, Daryl.
Family's what you make it, now dig.
- It's just that I'm not that comfortable
with digging up your dad's grave.
- It's not his grave.
Dad's in the cemetery.
Tom just puts dad's photos here so his spirit
can be with the animals.
- Right.
Thank God.
Sorry about your dad, by the way.
- Don't be, his choice.
- What you think- - He had a shit year
after a bunch of shit years.
Daryl?
What have you found?
Cat Damon.
Anything on your side?
- No, sorry.
Hazel.
There's something I should- - Let's start again tomorrow.
Come on!
Start, you piece of, ow!
Start!
Yeah!
Where's my money?
- I don't know, mate, I lost it!
- I don't believe ya.
Daryl!
Daisy, get in here right now!
- Sorry, Santa.
- It's okay.
You and Tom will come with me, all right?
Come on.
Where are we going?
You won't need that.
Hey, what's your favourite Christmas food?
- Morning, Hazel, love.
- I'm really sorry about mum.
It's just, today's their anniversary.
- We know, love, but that's not why we're here.
But it's just when Clyde was here, he mentioned
that he saw another man on the property.
A brown beard, red pants, about yay tall.
- That was an interested buyer, a mining magnate.
You know where he was headed?
- No.
Did he say he'd be making contact again?
- Not sure.
He said something about having to sell some assets.
- Right.
Well, he matches the description of a prisoner escapee
who trumped the cops at Oakley Hospital.
Got locked up last year for stealing
from a fish market.
- Half a mil.
I don't mean to scare you, love,
but this man has a particularly violent past.
Daryl, we need to...
Daryl?
Tom?
Daisy?
Mum!
- What?
Have you seen Tom and Daisy?
- No, why?
- No reason.
Cash is on the counter, mate, thanks, guys,
merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas,
have a nice day. - Bye, Gabe.
So we're really not paying for this?
- Shush, mate, I'm Santa, given that kid
heaps of free shit over the years.
- What the hell are you doing?
- Stealing. - She's kidding.
Shopping.
She means shopping, we're just...
You know, getting a jump on Christmas lunch,
getting you some food.
- Kids, get in the tray.
Okay.
- I'm driving.
- Okay.
Are you all right?
Is this a teenage thing, Hazel?
I thought you kidnapped Tom and Daisy.
- Why the hell would I do that?
What are you doing?
- I got a visit from the cops.
You robbed a fish market.
- Okay.
- And escaped from prison.
Keep your voice down, technically, a hospital.
- And you have a violent past.
- Okay, well, it does sound pretty bad when you
roll it together like that.
Hold up, just let me finish my pie.
You'd better start talking!
- Okay, I break out of a jail, big whoop.
- Huge whoop.
- Well, you would too if some psycho was trying to kill you.
- Someone's trying to kill you?
- Well, he bribed my cellmate to stab me,
and then hunted me down in hospital, so I'm thinking yes.
- Why would he do that?
- 'Cause I stole from him.
- I thought you stole from a fish market.
- I did, Dingo's fish market.
Lot of money in fish when they're stuffed full of drugs.
- And what about your violent past?
Daryl, what does that mean?
You know, you got about two seconds before I honk this horn.
- Okay, okay, fine, fine.
I was your age, I was in a pub,
which is a stupid place to be at that age
and my best mate, he got into a fight
and I stood up and I pushed this block off him...
And he hit his head.
- He hit his head.
- It was an accident.
Okay?
I made one stupid mistake, Hazel.
It only takes one stupid mistake.
Please.
That's my violent past.
Okay?
Daisy, here, put the prawns in the freezer.
We don't wanna catch salmonella.
Yep, onto it, prawns in freezer, pronto.
I'll bring the fairy lights.
- Thanks for not turning me in.
You know, I never meant to drag you into this.
But when we find the cash, I will piss off
and we can both get our fresh start.
- You know, one of the last things my Dad said to me
is that the only thing harder to outrun than death is debt.
Neither of us are getting a fresh start, Daryl.
You'll always be running and I'll always be watching
my mom pull at a windmill.
Okay.
Ready?
Give it a bit.
Yeah, come on.
Yep.
A little bit more.
Come on, yep, yep!
Oh, go slow!
Yep!
Oh!
Go a bit slow!
Look at that, yes!
- Tinny?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I can see why you wanted to get her up.
- It's a he, Kevin.
My great granddad named him after he bought the place.
- Yeah, right.
This farm's been in the family for a while then.
80 years.
Wow.
- Had some good ones too.
But the fires came through and...
Old Kev here took a tumble.
Next thing, the rain stopped.
We still get clouds sometimes but...
Just teasin' us.
Yeah.
- What's your name again?
- Daryl.
- Fiona.
- Nice to bloody meet you, Fiona.
- So where's the next stop?
On your present run.
- Just near Adelaide.
Yep.
Yeah, I'll be out of your hair soon.
- Shame.
Kids'll miss you.
Their dad...
Is not around anymore.
- Yeah, Hazel mentioned.
- What about your family, Daryl?
- You know.
Things don't always go as planned.
- We got a saying on this farm.
Family's what you make it.
- I like it.
- You know, a couple of days ago I had this stupid thought.
- Yeah?
- That if I got her back up again...
- Oh, yeah, it would rain.
- No.
That...
Things would be good again.
That Jas...
I've spent the last year...
Figuring out what I coulda done different.
- Fiona, listen-
- No, no.
Enough chat.
Time for the finishing touch.
Before the kids, Jas used to light it up for me.
Beats a tree any day.
- Bloody hell.
- One last present from him.
You coming?
- Think I might just enjoy the view for a bit longer.
Pull your shit together.
- Move over.
Let an old pro show you how it's done.
- What are you lookin' at?
- What did you do?
- What?
- Mum's helping with the food.
- Oh, right, yeah, I don't know, I was just giving your mum
a hand with the windmill.
- Why would you do that?
- It's Christmas.
- Do you wanna come to lunch tomorrow?
- Sorry?
- Lunch.
It would mean a lot to Tom and Daisy.
- Yeah, probably shouldn't, it's Christmas eve
and I should get on my way, you know?
- But, you know, we haven't even found the money.
You also stole way too much food.
So you could be doing us a favour.
And it would also mean a lot to me, too.
- Okay.
Cool, I'll see you then.
Where's my money?
- I don't know, mate.
I lost it.
- Don't believe ya.
- Idiot, what are you doing, go away!
Daryl?
Go away, Jason!
- Daryl?
- You came back, you came back!
You never come back, it's small crimes 101!
- Where's my money?
- It's gone, mate.
The money's gone.
- What?
- Let him go, this is pointless.
The cops are on their way.
- Are you kidding me?
- Daryl, tell my wife the presents
are under the Christmas tree.
- Wake up, wake up! - Wake up, mum!
Come on, it's Christmas! - You've got to get up,
it's time for Christmas. - Merry Christmas.
- Come on, let's go. - Get up, it's time
for presents. - Merry Christmas.
- Let's go, it's time for presents!
- Oh, Daisy, we talked about this.
There won't be any presents this year, remember?
- Yeah but Santa's our friend now.
- Yeah!
- Come on, we're gonna get some presents.
♪ Fa la la la la la la la la
It's empty.
- Daisy.
- I'm getting Santa!
He's gone.
- He's probably still delivering presents.
- No, mum, you don't get it, he wasn't actually...
Santa!
Santa's still here.
- Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas!
- Santa! - Santa!
Yeah, sorry, team, I'm a little bit late,
hit a bit of turbulence over Bali, hey?
- You look amazing.
- Which ones are ours?
All of 'em, go nuts, come on.
Come here.
Up you get, up.
- Daryl, how much did you spend on all this?
- Santa doesn't pay for things.
Courtesy of the Outback Santas.
Well, come on, get amongst it.
Come on.
- Thanks, Santa.
Don't mention it.
- One, no, two.
Sorry, we're closed.
Christmas day and that.
Nah, you're right, go for it.
- Gabriel.
- No, it's just Gabe, man.
- Gabriel, have you seen a sinner dressed as Santa Claus?
- Weird question.
But yeah, yesterday he came in with a few local kids.
- Interesting.
- It's not that interesting.
- Now, Gabriel, where do these kids live?
- Merry Christmas, Tom.
- Oh, yeah, you did win!
Nice work!
Oh, look out.
- Tom, you look so handsome.
- Mate, I haven't seen a bowl since '82.
- Thank you.
I would like to propose a piece of toast.
Firstly, thank you, Santa for spending
Christmas lunch with us.
I don't think we woulda had a Christmas this year
if Daisy didn't shoot you.
- You're welcome.
Second,
I thought since it's been a year and all,
it might be cool if we all said something nice about dad,
maybe what we miss about him the most.
- I'll go first.
I miss bear hugs.
- I miss shoulder rides.
Hazel?
- Really?
Fine, I miss being tucked into bed.
Mum?
- I miss my best friend.
And Santa?
- I didn't really know the bloke, mate.
- Yes, you did.
- But you're Santa, you know everything about everyone.
- That's God, Dais.
This looks delicious, should we get stuck in?
- You played footy together.
- I think you're thinking about someone else, mate.
Can you pass me the spuds, Hazel?
- What's he talking about?
- No idea. - I'll show you.
- I think I might just grab something.
- See, right here.
It was on dad's grave
and then it wasn't and I found it scrunched up
under Santa's bed.
- You knew Jason?
- No.
I mean I did, yeah.
We used to play footy together.
- What, Santa and dad were friends?
- That's why you're here.
- What's going on?
- The money on the farm, it's dad's.
- Hazel.
- What money on the farm?
What money on the farm, Hazel?
- Santa is actually a criminal on the run.
- He's Santa.
- And he crashed into our shed looking for money
that apparently dad buried the night he died.
- Hazel, can you just stop.
- And now he's on the run.
- And you didn't think to tell me this?
- When?
When you were staring at dirt?
Or when you're fixing that stupid windmill?
- What is happening right now?
- Hazel! - Everyone stop fighting!
- Okay, everybody just needs to shut up.
- You're ruining Christmas.
- Yes, I knew your dad.
Jas and I were best mates when I was growing up.
But I hadn't seen him in years.
And then last Christmas, he called me up out of the blue
saying that he needed money.
- Dad wouldn't do that.
- Come on.
The only thing harder to outrun than death is debt.
So...
The bloke who we stole the money off...
He tracked us down and...
Your dad...
- He didn't jump.
- You let me stand there and tell you
that my dad, that he...
- What was I supposed to do, Hazel?
- You're the reason he's dead?
- No, it wasn't my fault, okay?
- Like it wasn't your fault with the guy at the pub?
- Jas called me, okay?
I was trying to help out a mate!
- Do you steal from all your dead friends?
- I was gonna give you half!
- That's bullshit!
- So Santa isn't real?
- Yes, Tom but this isn't him.
- Yes it is!
- Stranger danger!
- This is Daryl, a dropkick without a family.
- Hazel. - Blasphemy!
- Please. - Get the hell off
my property.
Get the hell off my property!
- You know what, I was leaving anyway.
- Santa, Santa, please, come back!
Please!
Don't go!
- I am not Santa.
- Please.
- I am not Santa!
I don't believe you.
Santa, stop!
Santa, come back!
No, please, come back!
No!
♪ Hello Dan it's Joe here
♪ I hope you're keepin' well
♪ It's the 21st of December
♪ If I get good behaviour
♪ I'll be outta here by July
♪ Please
♪ Don't let 'em cry
I thought we told you to...
- Merry Christmas.
What's for lunch?
You shouldn't keep your gun loaded,
especially when there's kids around.
Don't even have your safety on.
Shit.
That's light.
Anyway.
Where's Daryl?
- We're not telling, Grinch.
- She means we don't know who you're talking about.
- Hazel.
- I don't really like liars.
Neither does God.
- Okay, yes, he was here but he pissed off
when he found out you were coming.
- It's a shame 'cause he's got my money.
- We don't know anything about your money, okay?
He screwed us over, too.
- Here, 500,000 cash, it's yours.
- Daryl. - Let me finish.
Your dad was a hero.
And he loved you very much.
And when shit hit the fan, he coulda gotten away
scot free but he didn't.
He came back.
He knew I was in trouble and he came back for me.
You never go back!
Small Crime 101.
- Exactly.
What?
♪ This day is born a Saviour
- Don't watch from the sidelines.
♪ From Satan's power and might
- Let get of me!
♪ God rest ye merry gentlemen
♪ Let nothing you dismay
Enough!
Where's my money!
- Dingleberry, come and get it!
Boy, you shot me in the leg, ow!
- It's just a graze.
I was a sinner when you robbed me.
I was an unholy man.
Guess I deserved to be robbed.
I should thank you for that.
Just like me, what was once lost, has now been found.
The Lord showed me the way, didn't ya?
- Are you sure?
- He sent me signs.
- Yeah but he say, though?
Like, explicitly?
- It's over, Daryl.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, what about forgiveness?
Jesus forgives, right?
- I'm more of a Old Testament kinda guy.
- You shot Santa!
Daisy, Daisy.
- Kids...
Wanna go inside?
You don't wanna see this.
- I've already called the cops and they're on their way.
- Well.
Don't have time to wait for you to go inside, then, do I?
That's a very big gun for a little girl.
- Let him go!
- Hazel.
You don't wanna do this, darlin'.
- Hazel. - Let him go!
- Somehow, Hazel, I don't think you've got the balls.
- Nah, I got freaking ovaries.
- Hazel, please, listen to me.
It's not worth it, darlin', I'm not worth it, okay?
- Hazel, it's okay, put it down.
- Hazel, it only takes one mistake to ruin your life.
You don't wanna do this, trust me.
You're a good kid and you're a great sister.
Your family needs you.
No!
I told you it would work!
- It's just like you said, Daisy.
It's a Christmas miracle!
- Really?
Now I'm confused.
God wanted me to punish you for stealing from me
and then he makes it rain.
And that washes away your sins.
He does work in mysterious ways, doesn't he?
Well,
sorry, Daryl, it's pretty clear
that he does want me to strike you down.
So now, with the divine permission of the father,
and the son and the holy ghost,
I deliver you from...
- He was on the naughty list.
- He wasn't the only one, Daisy!
- Well, Santa's gonna need one hell of a clause
to get out of this one.
- What about you lot, you gonna be okay?
- We're fine.
We're good.
The truth is, he saved us.
Saved you from what?
- From- - From a shitty Christmas.
Will they ever get that windmill back up and goin'?
Not likely.
I love Christmas.
Me too.
Me three.
♪ And a happy new year
♪ With all its good cheer
- Santa!
- Daisy, hello, look at you, you look gorgeous.
Where's your suit?
- Oh, love, I told you, I'm not-
- I know you're Santa.
And that other guy's just a fake.
- I made the footy team.
- Did you, mate, that's amazing, congratulations.
- Come on, everybody, lunch is getting cold.
- Whoop, thank you.
- Leonard came to collect his gift.
- Thanks, mate, we'll be able to do a whole
heap of good with this.
- Did you give him our-
- No, I gave him yours.
- Right.
- Welcome home, Daryl.
Thank you.
- Cheers, everyone!
Yay, Christmas. - Oh, a frothy one.
♪ And a happy new year
♪ I
♪ Really like Christmas
♪ It's sentimental I know
♪ But I just really like it
♪ Though I'm not expecting
♪ A visit from Jesus
♪ I'll be seeing my dad
♪ My brother and sisters
♪ My gran and my mum
♪ I
♪ Really like Christmas
♪ It's sentimental I know