01x06 - Totally Completely Fine

[bunniefuu]

Hey!

Hi.

Hey. Oh you’re back. Oh.

Do you want me
to... shut this?

No.

Ale, I’m really...
I’m really sorry.

Do not apologise again. Mmm.

I’m proud of you
for taking this time

to work on yourself

But... a rejection
is a rejection. Mm?

If I don’t process it now,
it will weigh me down.

A cement mixer

must keep churning no?

Or the stuff at the
bottom will harden

like a rock and get stuck.

Mm...

Do you do things
like this often?

Of course.

Every day, my love.

Sometimes I will drop a
patient at the hospital

then, sit...

and cry for 20 minutes.

I want to do that.

Oh, who’s
your daddy? Yeah.

- Those are my sharecrows!

You just won’t
f*cking listen to me.

You never f*cking listen.

Hello! This is Amy.

- Leave a message.
-

Hey, it’s me.

Um, you’re not here which
is really f*cking weird.

Speaking of, I
had a really weird

conversation with
Dane last night.

He sort of ripped into me.

Said I was a bad person.

That I used the accident
for being a d*ck.

But maybe I’m just
a d*ck regardless.

I don’t think I’m a d*ck.

I know I’m not a d*ck.

But...

maybe I was a bit of a
d*ck to you last night.

So...

Uh, I found your costume.

It’s really f*cking great, Amy.

Goddess of the Underworld.

Ha. Really funny.

Um, I’ll meet you
there at 10:00.

- And I’ll...

Okay. Guess we’re done.

I think they’re here.

Somewhere.

- This is them?
- Mm-hm.

Grandad must’ve...

Hi, mum and dad.

Sorry this is... This is silly.

For starters it makes
absolutely no sense

that I’m talking to you here.

If spirits existed,

I think yours would’ve
hightailed out of here

quick smart and...

gone to a winery or...

Hawaii or somewhere.

But, I... I never really visit

and I... I think it
might be easier to, um...

You see, this week I realised
that maybe I never really...

grieved you?

I mean, I thought I did

but I think what just happened
is that I just rolled on,

because that’s what I do.

And when I think about it,
the last time I actually cried

was when you two were alive
and you took me to see

the Sisterhood of the
Traveling Pants and

those girls had to accept
that they were growing up

and a pair of jeans couldn’t
stop that from happening.

Mm.

Anyway, none of that means
that I don’t miss you.

Because I do.

I really miss you.

Oh, um this is Alejandro.

Mr., Mrs. Cunningham.

I brought some flowers for
you and nice to meet you.

And I love your son so much.

Okay.

I am going to grieve you.

Now.

Nope. Hang on.

I’ve got this. I’ve got
this.

I know. Okay.

Hang on.

My love. Para, para, para.

Hey, hey stop it.

What?

Stop it. Mm?

I think... I think
it’s not working.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- No?

No, it will. It will. We...
We’ve still got, um...

We’ve got 30 minutes.

We’ve got 30 minutes
before we have to go.

It’ll be fine. I’ll
get it, I’ll get it.

Okay, listen. Um, no, listen.

A cement mixer, mm.

That has been off
for a long time,

cannot just start churning again
like, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.

You must allow time
for it to soften.

But how does it soften?

How... I mean
doesn’t it need sand

and, and, and
water or something?

What’s... What’s the
real life equivalent?

And don’t old cement
mixers just get chucked out

because they can’t be restarted?

Yeah, but this is
just a metaphor.

Well what if I’m stuck
like this forever?

No. No.

You will grieve them.

Maybe not today
but you will do it.

And when it happens

you’re going to
use all the cement

and build a beautiful path
to a new life together.

Okay.

I think we’re done with
that metaphor, Ale.

Thank you.

Go get in the car.

Bye.

Tortillas with the boxes.

- Got the...
- Yeah. Oh.

Got it.

That means it's electric.

- It’s electric.

You guys are catering?

Yes, lunch. For the adults.

Well, don’t worry.

Keeping all superbongs
away from food prep.

Interesting costume.

- Thanks! It's, um...
- Mm.

Persephone,

- Goddess of the Underworld.
- Right.

- And you two are?
- Oh.

Florence Nightingale
and Queen Victoria.

Inspiring women in
their own right,

but I’ve read they
were perhaps lovers?

- So, q*eer icons?
- Yeah.

I love that.

Um...

- Shall we?
- Yes.

Right.
You’re here early?

I thought
they might need help.

Got them a present?

Yeah.

Course I did.

Did you?

Yes.

- Oh.
- Careful, John.

Hi!

Happy birthday, guys!

Hey, Dot.

Um...

Persephone, and let me guess...

- Sia.
- Yeah.

- And Kimbra.
- Yes.

Somebody That I
Used to Know years.

Yes!

Turns out,

Florence Nightingale
and Queen Victoria

were getting it on.

Who knew?

- You’re in a good mood.
- No. Not really.

Same mood as always.

She brought them presents.

Oh, yeah! Sorry.
Didn’t have tape.

That’s for you. And for you.

- You want to open it?
- What is it?

What do I get mummy?

- Oh, wow!
- Oh a "b*tch" dummy!

That’s probably not for children

That’s so great.
That’s really funny.

- Thanks, Viv.
- And empowering, right?

Now, what can I do to help?

- Ooh.
- All right girls, come on.

I know, I know but...

a dad only gets about
eight of these things

before they want you to
hide in your basement

and leave a credit
card.

Right! I think that the
June and Dot bunting

is our next priority.

- Ooh.
- Mm-hm.

Yep.

I’m going to get started
on musical chairs.

Hey, Hendrix? One sec.

Do you think I’m a d*ck?

I mean at my core do you think
I’m sort of a bad person?

What? What? N... No. No.

Viv, I think you’re
an amazing person.

What’s up?

What do you mean?

Your top lip’s all sweaty.

That only happens when you’re
worried about something.

Uh, no, no. I’m not worried.

No. I’m... I’m... I’m
not worried at all.

Really? ‘Cause your eyes
are doing that darty thing

like when you’re on pingers?

- Are you on pingers?
- No, Viv. No.

It is my daughters'
birthday party

and there is a lot to get
done before the guests arrive.

- All right?
- Hendrix!

- One more thing.
- What?

You do know Sia’s
cancelled, right?

- John?
- Mm-hm.

She made an offensive film.

sh*t! Okay. Um...

I’m going to need you two on
lunch prep after that all right?

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to June and
Dot’s birthday party!

I am Kimbra.

And I am...

I’m Cleopatra!

Okay. I won’t keep you
waiting any longer.

So in "herstorical" order...

Don’t lose
your heads, everybody,

it’s Anne Boleyn!

Yay!

It looks like we’ve
had someone cut in line.

It’s Greta Thunberg and, meow,

it’s a cat on
strike for climate!

Yay! It's
the birthday girls!

Do you think it
happens to everyone?

What?

Have kids and become
obsessed with them

in this totally uninteresting
and demeaning way.

Yeah, can you
concentrate, please?

We need some more
cactus ceviches stat.

- Oh, my God!
- Oh, my God what?

Oh.

- Sweetheart. Which one?
- Dot.

Dot. Dot. Are you okay?

Meow.

What are you doing over here?

- Mum’s going away.
- Oh my god.

You just knocked some
vocabulary into her.

Shut up. What
did you just say?

Mum’s going away to a hotel.

Hm.

Ow.

Vivian, you’re
holding onto her wrist.

Oh. Sorry.

What was that?

What the f*ck was that?

Can you just keep it down?

You are so loud.

He says they don’t f*ck,

now she’s going to
live in a hotel!?

I don’t think it’s that bad.

What part?

We went golfing the
other day and, um...

he intimated that
there were problems

and that he was going to fix it.

Golf? You hate golf.

You said it was for straight men

who want to
experiment with tweed.

Okay I... I know

plenty of married couples
who go to a hotel for a rest.

Look at them.
They... They seem...

fine.

Ooh.

By "fine"
you mean like

he’s on pingers, then
yeah sure. "Fine."

- We have to help them.
- No. No.

No. Absolutely not.

Why not?

I learnt my lesson
on that green.

What the hell
happened out there?

Sorry, can you just stop being

so weird and helpful
today, please?

What do you mean?
This is just me.

- This is...

just how I am.

He’s a grown a*s adult, Vivian.

We just have to let him
sort this out himself.

Where’ve you been?
I tried calling you.

Don’t k*ll me.

I went to the beach house.

I know how much you
loved this thing.

Oh.

So, can they fit us in?

Yep. 4:00 p.m.

Perfect!

We can get changed in
one of the spare rooms.

Um, was Vivian there?

She was actually.

She said congratulations.

No Serena Williams, no hovering.

That's cheating gameplay.

Hey! Hello!

Can I offer either
of you two a Beyonce?

- Hm. What’s in it?
- Ah, lots of vodka.

A little bit of lemonade.

- Ooh.
- Nope.

Oh. That’s perfect.

Oh!

You’d think that little kids
would make less rubbish,

but it’s just like

it’s more rubbish just
in, um, in tiny pieces.

Ooh, yeah!

Everyone, spin around.

Come on, around you go.

Um...

Around you go.

Hey.

How are you guys?

Good, thanks man. How are you?

Yeah. No, I... And
don’t... Don’t k*ll me.

I just...

I wanted to check in.

Oh, yeah, no, we’re good.

Thanks. Dude.

Yeah?

Yeah. I, um, I
took your advice.

Spoke to her and, um...

I suspected, she’s...

She’s feeling a bit
tired, you know.

A bit burnt out by
the girls, so...

she’s going to... She’s going to
stay at a hotel for the weekend

and... And rest.

- Okay.
- Mm.

No, that’s... That’s
great, Hendrix.

I mean, it must be hard though.

How long since you
two have slept apart?

Oh, don’t know. Uh...

ten years or something?

Something, something like that.

But, eh, I’m not
worried, you know.

Viv said earlier
that I look worried,

and I was like, "Oh,
do I look worried?"

But...

- no, I’m not.
- Okay.

Oprah.

- Got ya. Out.

My god.

You look beautiful.

There we go.

Perfect.

Okay, Cher. That’s you done.

Chop chop! There’s no
"Everyone gets a medal here."

That’s not life.

Great costume by the way.

"Turn Back Time." It’s bold.

Hey, babe.

Beyonce? Lots of vodka.

- A little bit of lemonade.
- That’s exactly what I need.

Hey, you were, um, you
were a huge help today.

- That’s what I’m all about.

Oh...

Yeah. No totally.

How are you?

Yeah, I’m fine.

Any plans for the weekend?

Uh, I don’t think so.

Dot said you might
be getting a hotel.

Having a bit of a break.

Listen, it’s none of
my business but...

I think that’s a great idea.

And 'cause I’m a helpful person,

I’m so happy to babysit,

or if that sounds like
a f*cking nightmare

- I could mow the lawn or something.
- Yeah.

Okay, felt costume.
That’s you done.

God, I’m spent.

I don’t know how you do it.

They’re always on, aren’t they?

Sticking their fingers in things

and when you try and tell
them to do something,

it’s like speaking French.

And you’ve got two of them.

- Hey...

- Oh, God.
- Are you okay?

- Can you just keep going?
- Yeah.

Hey. Hey?

Hey, what is it?

- What the hell is it?
- I don’t know.

Laura, please don’t
think I’m judging you.

Look, everyone needs
a weekend away.

Let’s... Let’s take
this inside. Come on.

- Oh, my...
- Come on, let’s go inside.

I think you’re incredible.

- You are incredible.
- Yeah, you’re the...

You’re the most amazing mum.

Oh, I’m not though!

Am I? I mean...

Like when is someone just...

Just gonna say that?

I don’t like... I can’t...

I can’t hold them and I
don’t understand them and...

And... And I just...

I don’t... I... I don’t like it.

Okay. Okay. Hey.

Let’s go up to our room, yeah?

You’re... You’re just tired.

Oh my god, I’m not!
I am not, Hendrix!

I... I wanted so badly
to be tired for you.

I... I...

I love you, but...

But this isn’t my life.

And I just... I just... I
just know that and I'm...

I’m so sorry.

I need to leave you.

Hendrix...

No, no!

Don’t you touch me.

It’s okay, Hendrix.

What’d you do?

- Hendrix.
- I didn’t do anything.

Oh, you must’ve done something.

‘Cause we were fine this morning
and then you got in our head.

Hendrix.

- Hey.

I’m so...

-
- I'm so sorry.

This is not a joke, Viv!

I know it’s not a joke.

You just do what
you want, don’t ya?

You don’t care about my life!

I was trying to. I
f*cking promise you.

Okay, okay, okay. Calm down.

- Calm down, Hendrix!

Oh what, what? You get to
b*tch and moan about it

from dusk ‘til dawn.

As soon as I do it, oh,
suddenly no, that’s not allowed.

Look, I know, I know!

But I don’t think
it was her fault!

Are you joking?

Are you f*ck’ serious?

Of course it’s her fault!

It’s always her f*ck’
fault because you ruin...

You ruin everything!

Hello. Everybody ready?

- Just put it on the table.
- What happened?

Just put
it on the table.

Oh, my God. The children!

How long have they been dancing?

- I don’t know.
- Stop the music!

- Oh no! Oh, my God!

No, no, no, get a
hose, get a hose!

No, no get a hose!

John. John, we’ve
got to get out.

- Where’s Vivian?
- Huh?

Where’s Vivian?

I don’t know, Joan
of Arc is on fire.

Come on.

It’s always your fault!

My Louie.

You are just a bad person.

Viv!

Viv!

- Viv!

Get back. I didn’t do
it. I didn’t do it!

Okay, yeah.

That boy died here?

Louie.

Jesus Christ, Viv.

Yeah, and I pushed Amy away.

And I sort of f*cked my
really nice virgin neighbour.

Then Hendrix...

Why didn’t you tell
me any of this?

I see it sometimes,
what happened to them.

I see it a lot, actually.

I sort of make myself see it.

Vivian.

Why would you do that?

I’m so sorry, John.

I’m so sorry.

I know how you feel,

and I’ve been too
afraid to confront that.

But it’s my fault, okay?

I don’t remember how, but
I’ve always known like you.

I do not blame you, Viv.

Yes, you do. You both do.

No, we f*cking don’t.

Then why are you so
angry at me all the time?

Because...

Because you...

You just took all the air.

As soon as they died,

you did whatever you wanted
and you didn’t see me anymore.

No one saw me.

I didn’t even get to
come out properly.

- You came out.
- Yeah, but no one cared.

Isn’t that what you fought for?

What am I, a w*r veteran?

I just had to grow up on my own.

But the... the looser you
got, the tighter I had to be

and I’m so f*cking
angry at you for that.

But I had no idea that...

That you...

I’m so sorry.

- I’m so sorry.
- It’s not your fault.

It’s not yours either.

And even if it was,

I do not f*cking care.

Okay?

I just want you here.

Sorry, can you smell weed?

-
- Hello?

Ah!

‘Bout time.

You want some?

I’m guessing you’re
not interested.

Listen, I heard what
happened with little Louie.

I am sorry.

I thought you might need this.

It was something
Walt liked to do.

Oh!

Ah, I’m sorry, will you

excuse us for a moment, um...

- Beatrice.
- Beatrice. John. Hi.

Yeah, that makes sense.

I can’t leave you
here with this woman and her...

- bird.

Are you sure Amy’s
not coming back?

She won’t return my calls.

Then can we find her?

I don’t
know where she is.

She’s getting
married to a prick.

How do you know she’s
getting married,

and how do you
know he’s a prick?

Well now,

I was just sitting here
and waiting for you

when a human Ken doll
came knocking on the door.

Said he wanted Amy’s dress.

Talked about their special day.

Oh! No! Do you know
where they went?

Oh where pricks go and
get married, I suppose.

I’m going to need
more than that, Beatrice.

Um... a...

registry office?

Surry Hills.

Let’s go.

Yeah, okay.

Vivian, wait! Wait!

- Unlock the door!
- I’m trying!

- Oop.

Let’s go.

Just to clarify We’re
going to stop the wedding?

- Yeah.

What was that?

It’s just a little
anxious thing.

But I’m down.

I’m totally down.

Come on.

Actually, just
leave it, leave it.

- No, you have to!
- It’s fine, it’s fine!

- Safety!
- It’s fine!

Amy!

We came straight from yoga!

So very happy, darling.

Proud.

- You called them?
- Of course I did.

Oh, and we found a
priest, Father Terry!

OMFG! Congratulations!

This is George.

Father, it’s
so great to meet you.

- Shall we? Let's go!
- Yes, let’s go.

- Ah.
- All the way down.

Do you
think we missed it?

How long do weddings
usually take?

Stop asking me questions!

There’s only so much I
can take on right now!

Okay, come on, come on.

- Sorry, sorry, excuse me.

Jesus. Okay, okay.

Um...

She was a q*eer icon, so...

Okay.

Hurry!

Yep!

f*cking dress!

Don’t know how you do it.

We're...

We have
come together today

to witness the
promises in marriage

of Amy Matthews
and George Delitch.

What are you doing?

I don’t think
it’s the right time.

- This commitment...
- There’s a proper time,

a section that people
wait for in the movies.

Oh yeah, by all means, let’s
wait for the proper section!

I’m sorry, it’s literally
just us and them.

I can hear everything
that they’re saying.

Vivian, what do you want?

Go.

Nothing!

Just here to support.

Right,
well I’m not sure

Amy needs that
from you right now.

Actually, there is something.

It’ll only take a minute.

I don’t know where to start.

Who is that?

The angry young woman
from Amy’s share house,

wearing some kind of cape!

Probably with an apology.

A massive one.

Not just for the way I
treated you last night

but for every night and
every day since we met.

Because the truth is...

I judged you.

I did think you
were far too much

just like that prick up there.

Can you just leave?

I hate your voice!
Stop talking!

I was wrong, Amy.

You’re not too much.

You’re exactly the right amount.

You’re the amount
we all should be

‘cause you live and you love

like the world hasn’t hurt you.

You’re brave and there’s
something wrong with all of us

for thinking that’s f*cked up.

Sorry I said "f*ck", Father.

Nice to see you
again by the way.

Hi, babe.

And...

I’m less confident
on this next point.

I think that Brolga

might actually be my grandad.

Today he showed me
what the rocks mean.

But of course, you
already knew that.

Of course you f*cking knew.

That one just came out
in heat of the moment.

I’m done now.

Today... I had an epiphany.

That maybe I need to
start living properly

for the first time in my life

and the only person
I can imagine

teaching me how to do that,

is you.

So please...

pick me.

Because it turns out
I really, really,

really love you too.

Amy’s g*y?

That explains the jumping.

She’s not g*y.

I’m g*y.

So am I, if we’re offering.

- Amy?
- Amy, this is ridiculous.

She is a mess.

Stop.

Please stop.

No.

I’m sorry.

Okay.

Just checking.

All good.

Let's get on with it, shall we?

Are you okay, Viv?

For what it’s worth, I
thought you were pretty great.

I even cried,

because it’s apparently
something that I do now.

But I’ll go anyway.
You just say the word.

Amy?

What the f*ck?

Oh, hey.

Liked your speech.

Thought I sounded f*cking great,

so I picked me.

Thought it was about time.

Well... where are you going?

I don’t know.

I honestly haven’t thought
further than this point.

You could come back with me.

I could.

But it would have
to be on my terms.

Of course.

I have actual ones.

Oh.

Okay.

I get more furniture,
not just a bed.

Done.

And, and you will fix my garden!

I think that’s fair.

And, well, you can sing me
to sleep from time to time.

I never asked you to sing...

Yes.

Fine.

Your zip was undone.

I know.

- Aw boop.
- Oh, f*ck off.

Okay, I need help.

Yep.

Thank you.

Here he is.

Hello.

Thanks.

Sure you don’t want
to come with us?

No, I’ve got somewhere
I need to be.

See you later?

Later.

Daddy! Hug me, Daddy!

Yay!

So I just start talking?

Or I can.
Whatever you prefer.

I’ll... I’ll go.

I hope you’ve got a
couple of pens over there.