01x03 - Fleur and the Missing Goat

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Fleur?

-Are you going to say something, or…

-Yes, it's… I'm just…

I don't think I'm ready for that.

Won't your husband like that?

Is he jealous?

Funnily enough, no.

Sorry, I didn't want to upset you.

It's just…

you're interesting.

And you're kind.

Yes.

And I'd like to get to know you better.

Only dinner.

Or lunch, in case you think

I'm a serial k*ller, or…

Maybe.

I'll wait until it's a yes.

Three weeks later,

Fleur still had not given Michael a yes.

At home, life had settled

into a comfortable rhythm

between the three women.

After the William debacle,

Abigail did what she always does.

Locked herself away to write.

Fleur learned long ago

not to ask any questions.

Abigail eventually contacted Jonathan

regarding the divorce.

The house remains yours. You paid for it.

You can take one of the cars.

Even if it's in my name.

That's kind of you.

After the beach fiasco,

Kelly and Luke started hanging out.

And Fleur promised not to interfere.

-That looks delicious. Thanks.

-Yes, thanks, Mom.

I'll set it down here.

Not too late.

At the shop,

Fleur quickly became part of the family.

The basic principle

of any arrangement is form,

line, space, texture.

Wait, you're going too fast. Form, line…

No, don't…

Don't write it down.

Feel it.

Fleur was surprised at how much

she enjoyed arranging flowers.

The principles of design fascinated her.

The order and apparent chaos spoke to her.

Before she knew it,

it had almost become an obsession.

An escape, a focus.

Something that wasn't too difficult.

It was much safer than the turmoil of life

and the complexity

and pain of relationships.

Just watching.

Little did Fleur know,

the universe had other plans for her.

After all, you can't hide forever.

You were right.

I didn't think Sean would enjoy

making coffee that much.

It's not just the coffee.

Gift can do so much better than Sean.

Mari!

He's my grandson. I'm allowed to say it.

So…

when are you and Michael going out?

Mari.

Yes, I know you're a widow

but a woman's not made of stone.

And Michael is an angel.

Time to move on.

One doesn't just move on.

Yes, of course, but…

life is for the living.

That's a beautiful arrangement.

It happens to most elderly ladies.

It has rhythm, contrast,

balance, everything.

Except passion.

Yeah.

Where's the Frida Kahlo in you?

The Adele? The Madonna? The Beyoncé?

What music do you listen to?

Maybe there'll be passion

if you go out with Michael.

It's been three weeks.

You can't do this to him.

If you're not going to do anything,

tell him, then--

Then what?

It's better to know than to wonder.

Passion.

Your entire kitchen is full of flowers.

Yes, I know.

That's literally my life lately.

I mean… Speaking of flowers.

Flowers for your wedding some day.

Red, yellow--

Remember, ladies,

keep those high notes light.

-Yes, sir.

-Yes, sir.

I was sceptical about Mr. Verster

but this Lion King medley is great.

My previous school choir

sang better stuff, like Ed Sheeran.

The Lion King medley is awesome!

Ag, isn't it?

Lion King was my sexual awakening.

Simba and Nala in the forest.

Heavy vibes.

Ag, no, you're gross. It was very sweet.

-How's your book coming along?

-First draft is complete.

-Congratulations.

-Thanks.

-Hi. Hi, Dad.

-Hi, penguin.

Anyway, the contents of the house.

We have to decide who gets what.

Honestly, my furniture

in the study is all I want.

Anything we need, we'll buy.

New beginning. Makes sense.

Sell what you don't want.

Donate the money to the SPCA.

I'll keep my paintings.

And our Maggie Laubser?

Keep it. You love it more than I do.

Thanks.

That's very kind of you.

Alright then.

You probably have things to do.

Furniture to buy.

May I read your book?

I've always read it first.

Things have changed.

Not what I think about your writing.

Okay. I'll send it.

I'll begin right away.

-Bye, Dad.

-Bye, dear.

I hope they're flowers for a funeral.

Abigail. That was thoughtful of Dad.

When are we eating?

"Hi, Mom. How was your day?"

I can't eat flowers.

Warm up yesterday's soup.

Kelly, there's a Jenna Steyn exhibition

Thursday night.

It's based on love scenes from my books.

-Would you like to join?

-Yes, please.

Isn't it too explicit?

She's old enough.

You can join too.

Leave the house a little.

There's ciabatta too.

Wolves might as well raise me.

Fleur, would you join me

for breakfast tomorrow?

I'm working, Mom.

It's just--

I know your dad and I… It looks…

I can deal with all of it, but…

I can't do it by myself. It's hard.

Of course.

We can.

I have Pilates, but I'll meet you at 9:00?

Have you seen your mom?

I'm meeting her for breakfast?

Funnily enough, so am I.

She saw Kelly with Evan one day

and she had to speak to me.

Apparently he was on the brink of suicide.

She's terrible. I'm sorry.

Honestly, I don't regret it.

I'm sorry it took me a while.

Doesn't matter. We're here now.

Sorry, I just have to…

Hi, Aunty Priscilla.

Listen, I'm actually just--

Yes, okay. I'm on my way.

Yes, I said I'm on my way.

Yes. Sorry, Aunty.

Yes.

That was my mom's sister.

Her stud ram, Judas, is gone

and apparently it's my fault

because I built a flimsy pen,

so I have to go find him.

Are you afraid of her?

There's a permanent handprint on my thigh.

So that's it.

-Sorry. She basically raised me--

-Don't worry.

I have orders to tend to.

You could join me.

And grab a bite after.

You don't have to

but it's a beautiful little farm.

Why not?

I need foliage for a bouquet.

You'll find plenty of foliage there.

What do you mean he's there, Aunty?

That's where he disappeared.

And when you're done there,

come and fix your sloppy work.

Yes, Aunty.

Don't "Aunty" me.

It's my stud ram. Find him.

You can wait here if you'd like.

-She makes delicious iced tea.

-Go on!

Did you think I'd stay with her alone?

Go!

The school can't stop talking

about Luke's try on Saturday.

You must be proud.

I didn't score the try.

Check.

Judas!

Where is it?

It's that way.

So, are you going

to the Spring Dance with Luke?

It's months away.

Yes, I know, but…

Where is the damn thing?

You go that way. I'll go this way.

-What if I find him?

-Just call me.

The dance is always fun

and I think you--

Are you Luke's pimp?

No, I just mean that you--

Checkmate.

Talking too much, playing too little.

You didn't visit last night.

Lisa and I together?

-Like the porn you watch.

-What?

Are you one of those?

Let me know when you're in the mood again.

Judas!

Judas!

No!

Michael!

Michael!

You okay?

There was a baboon.

Yes, there's a few of them around here.

You could've told me.

At least we found Judas.

Ferdinand asked that we go to the forest.

I almost peed my dress!

Can you come with me?

Obviously not for the whole thing.

Just the beginning.

Before we progress

from friends to eternal lovers.

Maybe you can even invite Luke.

-Why would I do that?

-You won't be alone.

Please.

I'm so nervous

and I just want Ferdinand to like me.

-If you could just--

-It doesn't mean anything, anyway.

Initially I thought

your whole "Wednesday" vibe was cool

but you don't need

to poop over everything.

We all have issues.

Thank you.

Thanks for absolutely nothing.

You're welcome.

This is good curry.

Aunty Priscilla is taking

the recipe to her grave.

Can I ask you out again

or did Judas betray me?

I still need to pick foliage.

Be like that.

-I'll arrange it with your mom.

-Don't you dare.

There's…

There's an exhibition based on

my mother's books, Jenna Steyn.

Kelly and my mom are going, but…

Sounds good.

To be honest,

I'm actually a fan of your mom.

Yeah.

She's wonderful.

I can't.

-I can't!

-A baboon, Abigail.

I could've died.

It sounds like a lovely day.

Which brings me to my second point.

I didn't ask you to interfere.

All you do is work, flower arrangements,

secretly devour fudge.

Not all the time.

And you used your divorce as bait.

Yes, it's very tragic, but I'm moving on.

Life goes on.

And I won't let you

lock yourself up again.

Was today really that bad?

So, what you actually should say is,

"Thanks, Mom."

I'm going to shower.

Again.

Hey, Michael says

you look beautiful in a pink gown.

-Not funny.

-So glad your mom arranged a date for you.

Michael…

is a new man.

How was it for you?

When are you getting married?

Is Kelly getting a sister?

What does it matter?

Your happiness is important to me.

Your happiness leads to sex.

Sex leads to better arrangements. It's…

It's all part of the circle of life.

What would really make me happy

is if you find something else to do.

Enjoy tonight.

Have another look at the love scene

on page 114.

It reminds me

of a similar scene in Hay Fever.

Oh, you're right.

Good memory. I'll make a note.

But yes…

Except for Adriaan's motivation

at the end, it's one of your best.

Thank you.

TO BUY - ITEM - PRICE

You can't sell my gran's chair for that.

It's from the Anglo-Boer w*r!

You didn't want it.

And it's just a flimsy wooden box.

And the earthenware?

You're giving the stuff away.

I should go before I have a heart attack.

I wish I was that lucky.

You're not inheriting a fortune.

Are you coming to the exhibition tonight?

-I wasn't sure if it would be appropriate.

-We're all adults.

And Jenna is a mutual friend. Come.

Okay.

Then I'll see you tonight.

Thank you.

There you go.

Thank you.

Do you work here?

My dad has this thing

about the sweat of your brow

and all that.

Chocolate or vanilla?

Vanilla. Thanks.

Thanks.

So…

I see things are still tense

between you and Alice.

It's chilly on the bus.

Seriously, I don't understand

what her problem is.

She's not exactly shy.

She literally never stops talking.

Look, she is crazy,

but a lot of her supposed sunshine

is just make-believe.

Her father left when she was in Grade 4

and her mother just started drinking.

-The stall is weird.

-It is.

-But it's a nice distraction.

-From?

I could say w*r and famine and crime.

But the truth is I miss my mom.

Would you join me

at the Jenna Steyn exhibition tonight?

The one your mom and my dad are going to?

Yes, I know it's weird. I--

Not at all.

I like Jenna Steyn.

Do you know her work?

My dad says if he were at school with me,

he would've bullied me, so…

Sorry. Be right back.

Hello. What can I get you?

JENNA STEYN

ECHOES OF THE BODY

I like the way you think.

You can refine your technique

but you have natural talent.

Creativity is in our blood.

My door is always open.

Thank you, Jenna.

-Hi.

-Hi! You made it.

Yes.

Do you want to look around?

She can always come for lessons.

Thank you. I'll mention it to her.

-Enjoy the evening. See you later.

-Thank you.

Ag no man can do that.

He probably can.

If I'd done that more,

I'd still have a wife.

Wow, that was inappropriate

and way too honest.

May I ask what happened?

I was too stable and boring.

And she wanted more

and found it in an investment banker.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

We have to move on, right?

We can't live in the past.

Yes.

The brushstrokes are so…

subtle.

And her use of colour. I mean, it's…

It's almost as if it's

just a shade too dark.

Yes.

You know we're discussing

the artistic value of porn, right?

Basically.

Your grandpa is a lucky man.

Do you want to go outside for a while?

Please.

Yes.

What about that one?

He's an escaped convict.

Raised in Namaqualand.

m*rder*d his sister

with a pair of sheep shears.

And now he works at a tyre shop.

-Evan.

-She…

She pawns her mother's jewellery for MDMA.

She tells everyone she

"micro doses for her trauma."

But we all know she hops

from festival to festival.

You have a crazy imagination.

Yes, only-child problems.

I have a lot of imaginary friends.

What?

What?

What are you doing?

Isn't it obvious?

I'm sorry…

You're great.

-It's just, I…

-It's fine. Whatever.

No, I think it's--

Ag, damn it.

-What?

-Hello. Welcome.

-Thanks. Can I introduce you?

-That your dad's girlfriend?

I swear all men are the same.

Mom, did you invite Dad?

Yes. Is he here?

Would you rather leave?

Why? Let's go say hello.

Mom, it's such a lovely evening.

Can't we just--

I hope you don't mind.

Lucy also wanted to see the sketches.

-Of course.

-Evening, Abigail.

Fleur, it's so good to meet you.

Your dad is so proud of you.

Yes. Thanks.

-Mom, should we leave them to look around?

-I basically devoured your new book.

You read it?

-Yes.

-The little devil stole it.

But she had good notes.

She also wondered--

-How dare you?! It's my book!

-Abigail! I'm really sorry.

-How could you allow the little sl*t to--

-Calm down, Abigail!

-Mom, please!

-It's my book!

-Are you okay?

-Are you okay?

Yes. I'm sorry. I didn't…

Sorry.

Your mom is much stronger than I thought.

She's actually right.

I need to have a very serious conversation

with my dad.

He-- He's got ba*ls.

He's stupid, but he's got ba*ls.

Listen, don't you want to--

Let's go for a drink tomorrow night.

Just a normal middle-aged drink in a bar.

Yes. That might be safer.

See you after work.

Thank you for another exciting evening.

You're welcome.

Good night.

Am I taking you to school

because of Alice or Evan?

How do you know about me and Alice?

Were you spying on me and Evan?

What about staying out of my life?

Don't ever become a spy.

You'll sing like a canary.

Alice hasn't come to visit for ages.

You and Evan went outside together

at the gallery

but you came back alone, furious.

You're too pretty to be so smart.

What was there to spy on?

I thought you and Luke were an item.

Hey.

I can't help if you don't let me in.

I'm messing up, Fleur.

I get frustrated…

and heartbroken and angry,

all at the same time and then…

Then I don't know what to do with it.

I'm sorry, angel.

Do you want to talk to someone again?

I'm driving everyone away.

All you can do…

is to be honest, and to apologise.

And if it doesn't work?

Then I'll take you to school every day.

Thank you. Bring the paintings.

Just wait--

Arrange them here and here.

All the paintings,

except my Maggie Laubser.

So, I was wrong.

You and Michael are doomed.

Forget it. I'll find you another boy toy.

We're going for drinks tonight.

In a bar. Surrounded by people.

It should be safe.

Is that a problem?

No, of course not. The…

So you like Michael?

As his best friend I have to make sure

you're not leading him on.

I enjoy his company.

So how is dear Jenna?

Is she still as beautiful as ever?

She's my mother's age.

Has he always been this way?

Obsessed with sex?

Ag, sweetheart.

We all deal with pain differently.

-Morning, Jonathan.

-Mari.

I have never been so humiliated.

Dad, as a philosopher,

as an academic,

do you really have no idea

what's going on around you?

It's her book. It's sacred.

Lucy stole it.

It shouldn't have been lying around.

No need to overreact.

She said we were all adults.

What fascinates me is that you think

you're the only one who got hurt.

Who was wronged.

You used to lecture me

about responsibility.

How about you take a look in the mirror?

You could at least apologise to her.

So, I believe last night

was majorly exciting.

He told me everything.

The porn, the kiss, your gran.

We're crèche buddies

and he needed to vent.

But never mind that. What's up with Luke?

He makes out with Lisa.

Does that means you should be one? No.

-You need serious professional help.

-That has already been mentioned.

But… I love you.

And if you and Evan come

with me and Ferdinand to the forest,

everything's okay.

We can.

Awesome! I'm going to get a chocolate.

Anything from the tuck shop?

Thank you.

Luke is an idiot.

You are so hot.

Thank you.

It's a really good buy.

One of my favourites. Enjoy it.

It's…

very traditional.

I'm sorry, Abigail.

I was naïve.

Honestly,

I'm trying.

Are you mad?

They're my paintings! You can't sell them.

They're worth a fortune!

-They sold quickly.

-That's why I left.

-You have no respect for me.

-You're one to talk.

It's a romance novel. Not w*r and Peace.

It took me years to gather my collection.

Well, you want to buy everything new.

New paintings for a new start.

-I'm taking the Maggie Laubser.

-You wouldn't dare.

Jonathan!

Jonathan!

-Put it back!

-No. It's mine now.

-Give it here!

-Let go!

No! Don't be childish.

-Then let go of the painting! Abigail!

-Give it to me!

I…

-Just go.

-I'm sorry.

Just go, please.

So, Werner and I decided

to sell the Proteas

at the school's Valentine's Day.

-No!

-We made good money.

Then his gran found out.

We got such a good hiding.

I'd expect it from Werner.

You're supposed to be stable and boring.

At least I'm not that boring.

No.

Not at all.

It's on me because I know

Werner doesn't pay well.

That's so true.

So…

can I take you out for coffee?

I'm not sure if I should.

I just don't want the night to end.

Michael, is everything okay?

It's… my ex-wife.

A friend sent a WhatsApp.

She's…

She's engaged.

I'm sorry.

Would you mind if I…

It's…

The g*ng and I

are going to the waterfalls.

I'm fine, Fleur.

You know what teenagers are like.

Bye. See you later.

How was drinks with Michael last night?

He…

is still processing his divorce.

But we'll remain friends.

Do you want to talk?

Under no circumstances.

What…

What…

What on earth are you doing?

I've wanted to replace

that painting for ages.

How?

What's the time?

What's the time?

-Time.

-Time.

-Time.

-Time.

What time are we leaving?

You try and say "rooi ribbok ram" quickly.

Good morning, Fleur.

How was your date?

Great.

MICHAEL

THANKS, FLEUR

Red…

-Hello.

-Hello, Sean.

Fleur, that's fantastic.

This is my youngest daughter, Elsa.

She's finally getting married

in six weeks.

You don't have to tell everyone, Mom.

That is fantastic. Who is it for?

-Someone who's grieving.

-They'll really appreciate it.

You should've done

the flowers for my wedding!

Please don't start that again.

Be grateful that you found a husband.

Make us a nice cup of tea.

Yes, Mom.

You really are talented, Fleur.

Thank you, Mari.

Would you get Jake to deliver it, please?

Of course.

Where?

I'll make sure he gets it.

And could you keep an eye out, please?

There's something I must do.

Anytime.

Timon and Pumbaa were originally supposed

to sing "Can you feel the love tonight?"

That's just creepy.

I know.

Yes, that was a totally different

sexual awakening for me.

Can I show you something?

It's not far from here.

-Okay, yes. Sure.

-Follow me.

Without that, but tell me, is it logical?

Thanks.

Okay, I know I'm weird

but there's weird

and then there's Ferdinand weird.

I don't really know why we're friends.

I wanted to show you this.

It's 800 years old.

That's insane.

I thought you'd like it.

I suspect your soul walked this earth

a long time ago.

It feels like that sometimes.

Trying to kiss me was not an issue.

I mean,

you've heard my sad love poems.

They're not sad. They're beautiful.

I just want a kiss to mean something.

I know.

I know.

I also want that.

-It's just--

-Hard?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

"MICHAEL, SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS. FLEUR"

Going out again?

I'm considering it.

I'll always be here.

I know.

Do you surf?

I'm considering it.

What are you doing here?

Well, Minke said I had to come surf.

I convinced her

it would be better if I just watched.

I thought

you jumped out of windows at night.

Mari sent me a photo of Michael's bouquet.

That was a secret.

And you told Mari?

It's beautiful, Fleur.

It's full of--

Passion?

Your soul.

He…

He told me about his ex-wife.

People tell you to move on.

As if heartache and pain are an illness.

Something that can be cured.

But it settles in your cells.

It becomes part of your DNA.

So…

what does one do

if the pain doesn't subside?

Survive.

And you hope.

You hope you're not engulfed by it.

I think Minke will be okay without me.

Enjoy your surf.

Thanks.