01x02 - The Best Offence is the Fence

[bunniefuu]

Morning?

Sorry. I have been here

a good five seconds.

You actually looked
right at me at one point.

I'm Louis. I'm
Walt's paper boy.

You do know he's dead, right?

I do.

Though if I didn't,
that's exactly

how I would have
wanted it broken to me.

So, uh, thank you.

Um, I actually came
by to check in on you.

Well, I'm good.

That's good.

That's really good to hear.

You know It's difficult,
losing a loved one.

I find it helpful to take
solace in the simple things.

Sunshine.

Dancing.

A newspaper, for example.

One of man's last great
rituals, in my opinion.

It's grounding.
It's comforting...

Are you really using
my grandfather's death

as part of your
hustle right now?

That's your reading of the
situation and not mine.

Though for your information,
Walt paid $10 a fortnight

and I think is a very
reasonable price.

Right.

I've got a lot on
my plate right now.

I bet.

So what's your strategy?

You just sit here
and block people

heading to the cliff?

Pretty much.

Do you ever go to sleep?

Nope.

What about the toilet?

Haven't needed it so far.

Well, it was lovely
to meet you, Vivian.

Uh, good luck with all that.

And I'll catch you
tomorrow, Dollface.

Tomorrow?

What's tomorrow?

No!

No! Come back here!

Oh, f*cking try-hard James Dean.

Oh, that's not good.

Oh! There she is!

Big day! I've made brekky!

Now, do you want a
side of beetroot...

Oh, and maybe Dane would
like a baby carrot?

He strikes me as someone
who gets a kick out

- of small things.
- Hey. Can you...

- Oh, yeah.
- Uh-hmm.

Call me if you see anyone.

How is it going out there?

What?

I said...

Oh, don't worry! You
just focus on that!

Excuse me.

- Amy?
- Uh-hmm?

We've talked about this.

You. Leaving me alone.

I know. I'm sorry. It's just...

when I'm excited, I tend
to follow people around.

No.

I mean getting the f*ck

out of my house, Amy.

I mean calling someone.

Surely people are
looking for you?

I just...

I don't know if they are?

And how do you know
you don't need me?

You've hardly saved anyone yet!

Every great hero

needs a sidekick, Vivian.

Batman had Robin.

Thor had his little hammer!

Did you hear how much wee
just came out of you then?

If you let me help you,

I could cut that stream in half!

Sorry.

I knocked?

No worries, Dane.

Can I interest you in some toast

and a baby carrot?

I think we should
just get started?

Oh, of course.

This one has
been beside herself.

I'll meet you two outside.

Right.

I've lived at the Crevice

for about 12 years now.

And on my first night here,

12 years ago...

I was home alone ordering pizza.

Hawaiian.

I was waiting on the street
when a very drunk gentleman

got out of his car
and stumbled up

to where we are now.

Now, I didn't know what to do.

So I, um...

I grabbed him around
the neck and held him

until the police arrived.

From that moment on,

I wanted to understand this.

I wanted to understand
the who and why.

And while that's a
complicated question,

what isn't is that
most of the time,

suicide is preventable.

It really is.

The people who come here,
they want you to intervene.

They want to talk, and
the more they talk,

the more their
intention will decrease.

And yes, that can be scary,

but I liken this
work to giving CPR.

Has anyone given CPR?

My Aunt Nancy

choked on a prawn once.

That's the Heimlich.

You are the
first step in a process.

You must provide
immediate assistance

and then just pass off gently

to a trained professional.

All right, hop on up.

This is your ledge.

Oh.

It's time to save some lives.

Whoo!

Approach slowly.

Open body language,

palms up.

And if you remember
one phrase today,

it's "Are you thinking
about suicide?"

- Are you thinking about suicide?
- Are you thinking about suicide?

- Let's go! Come on!

Faster, faster!

Come on, there's
someone down there.

You gotta move
the body. Come on!

- I can't.
- Let's go!

Beyond Blue!

- 1300 224 636!
- 1300 224 636!

Let's go. This is it, guys!

Come on! Come on, Amy, come on!

Push Vivian!

Push, come on!

Quicker feet!

- Good. Push... it's okay.
- Oh, my God!

The research
overwhelmingly tells us,

if you ask, they will tell you.

So listen.

Yes.

I am thinking about suicide.

Okay. And why is that?

Because I lost my job.

And my dog was run
over by a caravan.

Also, I have a condition

where my body is mutating,

and eventually I'll
end up like a triangle.

Great.

Now, you've listened, Vivian.

Flip the narrative.

Talk to Amy about what's
keeping her alive.

Not much, at this point?

Are you thinking about suicide?

- Are you thinking about suicide?
- Are you thinking about suicide?

Are you thinking about suicide?

- Are you thinking about suicide?
- Are you thinking about suicide?

Are you thinking about suicide?

I am thinking about suicide!

Lifeline!

13 11 14.

And alternatively for SMS!

Oh, z...

And now for the
most important step.

You two have talked, now it's
time to make a phone call,

and gently pass Amy off to
an industry professional.

I'm going to pass you on to
an industry professional now.

No. I don't want to go.

Okay, Vivian?

How do we handle that?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Okay. Stop. Just stop!

Oh.

You need to take this seriously.

I am.

I just ran for the first time

- in 12 years.
- Really?

Because from where I'm sitting

you took the piss
for 40 minutes,

and then pushed
Amy off a fountain.

Oh, I've been pushed
off way worse.

What's up with you?

What do you mean?

You asked me here,

but you have some weird
skepticism about this.

- About what I do.
- It's...

It's just a bit full on.

It's meant to be
full on, Vivian!

Dane.

Oh.

Do you know how long it takes

between the time someone decides

to complete suicide,

and the actual attempt?

Five minutes, on average.

Five.

And when that attempt happens,

that person will have
the cognitive functioning

of an eight-year-old.

And I'm not trying to scare you,

but I don't know what's
going to work here.

You need a plan,

besides a few quippy
lines of blowing vape

into someone's face.

May I make a suggestion?

Yeah, please.

Maybe Vivian needs
me here at all times

to counter some of
the horrific things

she accidentally says?

Dear God.

No.

That is the exact opposite

of what she needs right now.

Look...

maybe we need to accept the fact

that you aren't
the same as Walt.

What does that mean?

Well...

he talked people down.

Took them inside.

But a lot of us
aren't made for that.

I guess you could just call me
when you see someone show up.

All you need to do is keep
them back from the ledge

as best you can
until I get there.

You know what?

That sounds like the best
thing you've said all day.

I'm glad.

Should we go over the
approach again, just so you've

- got that down just...
- No. No, I think I've got it.

This has been
surprisingly great, Dane.

I'll call you.

Hey.

Hey.

I hadn't heard from
you in a while,

so I came to check in.

You're checking in on me,
or are you doing that thing

where you want me
to check in on you?

Oh, dude.

What's up?

I'm so sorry, it's just...

they delivered Granddad's
ashes this morning.

And I'm on this juice fast.

So it's like puberty
and menopause,

and death all happening

inside me at once.

You gotta take him.

No, I'm sorry, it's just...

when we're in the same room,

I feel like we need to talk.

And the girls, they keep
offering me Band-A*DS

because they think I
have got a boo-boo.

Okay. Fine.

Just go home.

Eat some carbs.

Yeah?

Oh, don't mind me.

I heard crying.

Let me guess.

Juice fast?

Coupled with...

loved one's urn delivery?

Hmm.

I know it well.

Except when I did mine,

instead of crying,

my body just orgasmed

over and over again
from the shock.

I'm Amy. Oh.

I live with Vivian.

No. She doesn't live with me.

I thought
you were moving out?

I am. I just thought

I'd finish his pergola first.

She's quite remarkable.

Gone full DIY.

And she's saving lives.

She saved mine last week!

Viv. No.

Please don't... Oh, no.

It's-it's just...

This-this...

John needs to see this!

No he doesn't. Yes.

- Yes. He would be so impressed!
- No.

Oh, oh! Oh, oh!

We should do the
ashes ceremony here!

The ashes ceremony!

Hendrix, I love you.

But you have to accept

that after the Funeral
Sympathy Coke Incident,

John and I will probably never
be in the same room again.

Really?

Then...

why was it his idea?

John wants to do
the ashes ceremony?

Yep.

With me? You bet.

Really? Uh-hmm.

Cause it kind of sounded like

it just came to you just then.

Oh, no. No, no.

That's just because I'm, uh...

trying to act natural.

Yeah, uh, you know John.

He's too proud to
ask you himself.

Classic John.

Amy? Hmm?

Whose cardigan is that?

Oh. Well, I thought I'd
get a start on the pergola

and I didn't think you'd mind...

I didn't ask

what you were doing,

I asked whose cardigan that is.

- Um...
- You need to f*ck off.

Oy, Vivian!

No!

This woman

is a complete stranger, Hendrix.

A stranger who wears

our dead grandfather's clothing.

And thinks a Wetland bird

with a peanut brain

brought her here to be with me.

Really? Yeah.

Who do I need to
call? It's time.

Your fiance?

Your parents?

That won't be
necessary, actually.

Oh, really?

And why is that?

Because I
think they're here.

I'll, uh... I'll leave
you to deal with this.

But, um, you'll do it?

What?

The ashes ceremony?

We're still on this?

Yes! Jesus.

Fine!

I love you.

I'm not your sponsor, Hendrix.

What?

I don't have time

to talk you out of snacks today.

I have a job.

Right.
No, no, no. No, no.

I... I'm-I'm actually calling

about something else. I...

- I just saw Viv.
- Hanging up now.

No, no!
Don't, don't, don't!

Please, please!
Just wait, look.

She's keeping the
house but she is doing

this whole reno thing,

and she's saving lives!

She just saved a
life of a really,

- really lovely woman.
- Don't care.

She wants
to host a ceremony

there with Granddad's ashes!

Yeah. Yup.

She-she-she has turned
over a whole new leaf,

I-I swear to God.

And-and-and-and she is...

She is so sorry

about hijacking the funeral.

If she's turned over a new leaf,

why doesn't she ask me herself?

Oh, because she's-
she's too proud.

You know what she's like.

Hmm.

Yeah, so, uh...

well, you think you'll come?

I don't know.

- Will you think about it?
- I'll think about

- thinking about it.
- All right, all right.

That's good enough for me.

Oh, and... John, John...

Don't-don't
push me, Hendrix.

She's done a series of
very shitty things lately.

No,
no. I just, um...

I just wanted to know if, uh,

you can add other liquids
to the, um, to the fast?

Is it strawberry
milk again, Hendrix,

no, you cannot.

Yeah, I have to go.

Here?

I mean, the curb
might be better.

I like it.

Walt can watch us from
our favourite room.

That was Hendrix on the phone?

Uh-hmm.

What were you talking about?

Oh, nothing.

I like him. And Vivian.

It was so lovely to meet
them at the funeral.

After six months, I was starting
to think they didn't exist.

I would like
to do something for them.

The death of a loved
one is a hard time.

Look, this bag with
clothes of your grandpa...

- Hmm.
- came with the chair.

So in my family, we
like to make blankets

using the clothes of
our deceased loved ones,

so they can be with us always.

That a Colombian
mourning ritual, is it?

No. Colombian
mourning ritual

is drinking coffee and gossiping

about the people
who are still alive.

- It's my family mourning ritual.

Hmm. I mean, blankets
aren't really

a big thing in our family.

What does that mean?

It... it means that, uh, we
just don't really use them.

Especially Vivian and Hendrix.

They sort of run...

hot.

"Run hot"?

No, no.

No. Like hot like
a... Like temperature.

Oh. I see.

You know, so probably wouldn't
get much use out of the...

Blanket.

It's a shame.

But, um, uh...

you know people can change.

And, um, I'm sure they'd love

a death blanket
from you, Alejandro.

Well...

I will go and see
what we have here.

Hmm. Okay.

Tea?

I've got something
to finish outside.

Amy, how could you?

You said you would
go through with it!

You promised me...

Do you know how much your
cousins paid for that beef?

You know
what might be helpful?

Taking the volume down a bit.

I'm sorry.

Truly, I am.

Four days ago, I experienced

something that I
can only describe

as a profound
spiritual awakening.

I jumped out of the limo.

And then there was this Brolga.

A guardian Brolga.

That led me through
the bushes to Vivian

and this house,

and it's where I need to be.

Oh.

Oh, Mum.

I might... get some more tea.

We're sorry, Vivian.

It's fine. I think it's best
if you just take her home...

Amy came out in
her amniotic sac.

It's very rare. One
in 80,000 babies.

That's when we knew

that she was different
from our other two.

Off in her own world.

Amy is a jumper.

Sorry, a-a what?

It's a coping mechanism.

When she can't handle life,

she jumps off or out of things.

Buses. Boats. Baptisms.

We know this is out of fear.

Our daughter is
scared of commitment.

More tea!

Amy, sit. Please.

Uh-hmm.

Look at me.

George still wants to
be with you, my darling.

He still loves you.

And we... we believe
you still love him.

You finally had a life.

The flat, the
money, the business.

Just don't think I
can leave Vivian.

You can definitely leave me.

Well, she sort of
needs a sidekick.

Unfortunately,
I've got Dane now.

I thought you said I should
own my decisions and move on.

Before that, you said
George was perfect.

That you'd made a huge mistake.

Oh!

Uh... Just keep it.

f*ck! m*therf*cker!

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, my God!

I'm just right behind
you, I'm gonna help you.

Oh, why?

Why the f*ck did
you put this here?

I was just trying
to deter you a bit.

Deter me? Hang on, hang on.

What am I, a pigeon?

Just stay still.

Hang on. Just...

Ow! I'm here to help you.

You're okay.

Ow.

You're out? Yeah.

Oh, thank God you're out.

Um...

I'm Vivian. And you are?

I'm Beatrice. Beatrice,

okay, well, it's gonna
be okay, Beatrice.

I have to ask though,

are you thinking about suicide?

There's blood on your face.

Oh, um...

that's okay. It's okay.

Just are you thinking
about suicide?

Because if yes, I
am here to listen.

No. It's in your
mouth now too.

Look at you.

Oh, f*cking hell.

f*ck this! I'm
taking you inside.

Oh, come on.

I don't care if that's okay,
that's what we're doing.

- Sit tight there, okay?
- Christ on a bike!

I'm going to call
my friend Dane.

And he's going to
come do this properly.

All right. sh*t.
sh*t, sh*t, sh*t

No! Please don't get Dane!

That boy's about as stale
as a nursing home rendition

of Angels in America,
and I'd know.

Why don't you go to the kitchen.

Second drawer down,
get the first aid kit.

- Here you go.
- No, I'll fix myself up.

You just get that tin
from under the couch.

Uh, tin, tin, tin.

What do I do now?

Breathe.

How did you know where that was?

Oh, I've come here for a bit.

Every Wednesday.

You come to jump
every Wednesday?

I come here to have a cup of tea

with your granddad
every Wednesday.

I only tried to jump the once.

So, what? You're sad he's gone
and thought you'd try again?

Look, I'm sad.

But he died in his sleep.

That's kind of the dream.

No, I... I came
to check you out.

And you didn't think
to use the front door?

You were testing me.

No, "testing" is a strong word.

You f*cking climbed
through the fence

to see if I could do it!

Get out.

What?

Frankly, Beatrice, this
has been a waste of my time

and my barbed wire

which I don't regret
as much anymore.

Okay. Fine.

But can I at least
use the tin first?

I get pain in my
joints. This helps.

Fine. You may use the tin.

But can I please
have some first?

Well, now,
I need more colour.

Uh-huh.

Pants?

Oh, that's perfect.

Oh, that's nice.

What about that?

Well, keep that one for you.

Vivian and Hendrix
"run hot", remember?

We don't want to smother them.

Yeah.

Babe, what is Vivian like?

Yeah. She's... okay.

She's okay? She's funny.

She gave a funny
speech at the funeral.

What was it like
growing up together?

What was that?

Huh? Hmm?

Are you okay? Yeah.

Let's f*ck.

What? Let's f*ck.

Let's... forget this and f*ck!

You want to have sex on your
dead grandfather's clothes?

Yeah.

Why not?

We do weird sh*t all the time!

Remember the confessional
at the Vatican?

The pylon in Greece?

Hmm. That one I remember.

Hello?

- Did you hear something?
- No.

- Huh?
- No.

Anybody home?

Hey, baby, baby, baby.

I think someone's here.

I need help!

Okay.

Yeah. Okay.

No, no, no. You stay here.

What?

This is an emergency.

Uh...

oh, have you repainted out here?

It looks really good.

I'm an idiot.

I put a lock on our
pantry this morning

because you know I
have no willpower...

Can you... can you
just talk quietly?

Then, I put
the key into Laura's bag,

but I didn't realise she
was meeting a German client

to show her design tonight.

Hmm. Anyway, that was fine.

Until about two hours ago,

when I carried the
girls out for a nap

and I passed out
against the wall.

So you need food? Yes.

Why didn't you go to a store?

Oh.

Hendrix?

Alejandro.

Am I hallucinating

or are you actually
in that robe?

What's wrong with him?

He's on a juice fast.

Oh, Hendrix!

This is dangerous! Uh-hmm.

I've picked up many teenage
girls in my ambulance

who have fainted
from the hunger.

Are you sure it was hunger?

Uh-hmm.

Why are you doing this fast?

You know, no one's actually
asked me that today, dude.

Well, tell me.

It's kind of hard to talk about,

but maybe I could try?

- Here you go!
- Hey.

That's... uh,
that's 200 calories.

That'll help with
your blood sugar

and you can start again
tomorrow. All right.

All
right. Thanks, man.

You know, maybe we can talk
another time, Alejandro?

Yes. Sure. I will
like that so much.

Okay. You can eat
it in the car, Hendrix.

Here we go.

You know, he's a real keeper.

I know. f*ck off.

So Granddad
was your dealer?

Uh, no. That's
not the word he'd have used.

When he
found out it might help,

he went and stood in the park

wearing a t-shirt with
a marijuana leaf on it,

until a kid came up
and sold him stuff.

So innocent.

So inefficient.

Did he smoke it with you?

You bet he did.

Wore that t-shirt
every time, too.

So, what's with the barbed wire?

I don't know. I was
doing some training.

Training?

With Dane.

I f*cked up his steps.

So, we decided it'd be best

if I acted in a more
defensive capacity.

What are you scared of?

What makes you think I'm scared?

What?

You can't say this isn't scary.

One wrong move, one wrong word,

it's all over.

Hmm.

Walt said you'd been
through some stuff yourself.

That you attempted last year.

No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

Well...

is it any of your business?

Nope.

Quite right.

But it's not a bad thing.

Lots of people,

Dane included,

think that the line between them

and what happens out there

is a thick one.

It makes them
intellectualise it.

Treat people like
they're f*cking aliens.

But really, you and I know

that line is as thin
as the f*cking wind.

We can all cross it,

just like we can all come back.

And that lets us in

on the greatest
secret to all of this.

What's that?

That the person out there
is a f*cking human being.

And they need what you needed
when you were at your lowest.

A f*cking human being

saying f*cking
human being things,

and just being with you,

with a f*cking human being.

That's what Walt was good at.

Yeah, he knew the steps.

But he made them come alive.

He listened.

He laughed.

He shared his own sh*t.

He shared sh*t?

Uh-hmm.

He talked about you kids.

The accident.

He said that

you had a bit of
trouble letting go.

I tried once, last year.

Granddad was the
only one who knew.

I was just in my
head all the time.

I saw this psychologist
who told me

to imagine my thoughts
like leaves on a stream

and they could just float by.

When that didn't
work, he gave me meds.

And they made me fat.

I couldn't c*m.

I couldn't feel anything.

And...

What?

I think I'm high as f*ck.

Me, too.

You all right?

That urn.

Does it look sad to you?

Yeah.

It really does.

Vivian? Are you there?

Holy sh*t.

You hear that?

sh*t. I did.

I need your help!

It needs our help.

What do you think
it wants us to do?

Walty,

when we met out
here, I was angry.

My body was getting old,

but that didn't
mean my brain was.

Other people didn't get that.

You saw me.

For a couple of
hours every week,

you made me feel 25 again.

Thanks, mate.

I'm stoned, by the way.

Hi.

I'm also stoned.

I'm sorry I yelled at
you at your funeral.

That was really shitty of me.

That day you came to
visit me at Embrace

after I...

I was actually really glad.

But it broke me a bit,

to see you looking
at me like that,

like I'd broken your heart.

So, I pushed you away.

When, really, I should have put
down that w*r and Peace book

we both knew I was
pretending to read

and told you...

"You were the f*cking best."

Thank you.

Sorry about the barbed
wire, by the way.

I'll try better next time.

Promise.

Okay.

You ready?

Oh.

He never did like
making decisions.

Hey.

Hey. I'm, uh, I'm
gonna head to bed.

So have a good shift.

Wait a moment.

Are you alright?

Yeah, yeah. Of course.

Yeah. What do you mean?

I don't know.

You've been... hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey. No, Alejandro!

No!

No, I don't wanna f*ck.

Uh, you misread the room!

I know you don't want to f*ck!

f*ck! I'm not trying to f*ck!

It's pressure, pendejo.

Breathe.

Look at me, look at me.

Breathe.

Okay.

Huh?

You're having a panic attack.

You're having one all day.

Are you ashamed of me?

Is that why you won't
let me near your familia?

What? What are
you talking about?

You don't let me talk with them.

Or give them a blanket.

When I ask you about
them, you stop breathing.

Hmm?

Am I an embarrassment
to you, John?

Some worthless holiday toy boy?

- No, no.
- Because I have been one before.

No, no, no, no. Alejandro.

That's... that's not it.

I promise you.

Prove it, then.

Little Walt. He was so sweet

with that boy.

Every day, he'd go down...

Oy! Freeze!

Beatrice?

Oh, God.

Yes. Fair play.

Cuff me, Tom.

She's joking. We
don't use cuffs.

I jumped.

Oh, Amy. Amy, Amy!

Right. Are you okay?

Yes.

But I need to tell
you something.

You were right.

That Brolga wasn't my
guardian angel at all.

Because it was your grandfather.

Reincarnated in Brolga form.

f*ck.

You see, I was driving away

when I saw these footprints...

Well, claw prints, but...

for the clarity of this
story I'm gonna use foot...

Anyway, I realised
these footprints

weren't footprints at all.

They were W's.

For Walt.

And then... and
then I looked up,

and there he was.

Staring at me knowingly

like the first
night that I met it.

With eyes less like
a Brolga's, and...

more like a living,

breathing man's.

And then he lead me through
the clearing, to this,

this sort of raised
pile of dirt.

He started clawing at
it. So, I helped him.

And then, directly

beneath the dirt was this box!

Granted, I can't
get it open, that...

That could be for a
number of reasons.

Maybe we're not ready, or may...

Maybe it's super strong glue.

Either way this
is a sign, Vivian.

You grandfather wants me here,

and he wants me
to open this box!

What is going on?

Well, I just told you...

No, I mean,

what are you scared of?

You've rolled away from
your wedding twice now.

Your mum said it happens
when you're scared.

So do you want
tell me what's up?

Amy?

Nothing. Uh, yeah.

Nothing, nothing is up.

Are you sure?

You were right. I was
just really scared.

Of what?

Everything.

Committing to someone.

Do you want to go home

leaving a little bit of you?

Yeah.

Yes. I do.

I'll call him tonight.

You called. Well,
you didn't call.

Actually, you
dialled for a second

but I missed it
because I was dancing.

You dance?

My mother dances.
I... Also dance.

Didn't need you in the end.

What do you mean? False alarm?

No, I just handled it.

Did you follow the steps?

A variation
on the steps.

And I think it went quite well.

Good night.

Hmm.

Is that barbed wire?

Hello?

Vivian?

Yes?

It's... it's John.

Yeah.

I'd like to come over
for the ashes ceremony.

I think that would be nice.

If you still wanted to.

If you don't want
to then its fine.

No. Yeah.

I think that would be nice, too.

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow.

I'd better go.

Oh, Vivian, Vivian?

I'm...

I'm also... I'm gonna
bring Alejandro.

And I just...

he hasn't seen me, um,

how I can be around you
guys sometimes. So...

can you just promise me

not to do anything...

sh*t, please?

Nothing sh*t.

Got it.

Looking forward to it, John.

Okay. Bye-bye.

f*ck!