01x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

- You owe me! You owe me!

- PAT: Hey, hey, hey!

- I'll sort it. I'll sort it.

- She's not having her.

- We'd have never had

a fourth one just for us.

- We made a mistake.

- ROB: We were all there, Nic.

Don't make this about Tessa.

(DOG WHINES)

- How about we make it

about Buster?

- And if you— if you had've seen

the way he looked at me,

you wouldn't have done it either—

- There were bigger things at stake!

- Buster is gone. He's gone, Nic.

Come on.

- You did it yourself? How?

- Well, I shot him.

- So my wife and my brother were

sneaking around behind my back.

- So your kids

could have food on their plate

and a roof over their head—

- What? No, I'm working

as hard as I can.

- So have I. It's not enough.

We're drowning.

- Well, they need us, Rob.

They can't get by without us.

- $2 million,

and I'll buy the motel.

- No, get out of my f*cking house!

Get out!

- Think about it.

(BABY GURGLES, FRETS)

(BIRDS WARBLE, TWITTER)

(BRISK FOOTSTEPS)

(FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE)

- (PANTS)

- Jesus, Tess.

Don't disappear on me like that.

We'll find another surrogate, OK?

We'll adopt.

I don't know.

She's not the only baby

in the world, you know?

Stop. You hate running.

(ALERT BEEPS, BUZZES)

f*ck. Search and rescue.

Babe, I've got to go, OK?

Tess?

- (PANTS)

- Jesus, Tess, what more can I do?

(ENGINE ACCELERATES)

(BROODING MUSIC)

(WOMAN VOCALISES)

- You know, they could all go

to good schools, all of them have

good lives like Tessa did.

- You don't think we're giving

our kids good lives?

- $2 million.

- It's not the be-all and end-all.

- What planet are you on?

- What— Planet 'I Never

Wanted Four Kids' (!)

- We're gonna be living on Weet-Bix

the rest of our lives —

she's having bloody oysters mornay

on the beach.

- So what are you telling me?

You would give Tess the baby

for $2 million?

- See, the terrible thing is,

I can't.

I can't. You see that?

- Man.

- Where are you going? Liam. Liam!

(SIGN CRACKLES)

- (GASPS)

(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

WHISPERS: Oh

(UNEASY, PIZZICATO STRING MUSIC)

(MURMURS, BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

(DOOR SLAMS)

(GATE OPENS, MAN MUTTERS)

- (GROWLS)

(CAR DOOR SLAMS, CAR STARTS)

(UNEASY STRING MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

(CUPS CLINK)

- (KNOCKS TWICE)

Hello.

Well, a hello might be nice, but

- Hi.

- Urgh.

Here.

- So tell me (SIGHS)

where did this all go so wrong?

- Yeah, I've been thinking

the same thing.

- Well, yeah, I know,

obviously, me with Buster,

Rob with the money and Nicole

Like, I know she's been

struggling, but still

- Struggling?

- Well, yeah. Moody, angsty —

I mean, you must have noticed.

Been going on for a while,

but lately, it's like

- (SIGHS) She's been like

a different person.

- Yeah, you're telling me.

- (EXHALES)

- You know, I just hope that

whatever happens, that

you know, she's OK

and that you're OK.

- I'm doing everything I can, Tess.

- Yeah, I know.

But am I?

(SOFT, DISCORDANT MUSIC)

(DISCORDANT MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

- (SIGHS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(BROODING MUSIC)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(FURNITURE CLATTERS)

(CHINA SMASHES)

- (YELLS)

- (YELLS)

- (YELLS)

(TRAIN HORN BLARES)

(RUSHING)

- (CRIES OUT)

(GRUNTS)

- EMMA: Mummy?

- Oh, baby, are you OK?

I'm sorry. What's wrong?

- Joe's been sick.

- JOE: I want Daddy!

- Oh

Is Dad not sleeping in the lounge?

- No, but now I feel sick.

- OK. OK. All right.

Get you a bucket.

(PHONE BUZZES, TESSA LAUGHS)

(SMASH!)

(TESSA SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(GLASS SMASHES)

(YELLS SAVAGELY)

- (LIAM LAUGHS)

- OK. Em —

(THUD, TESSA LAUGHS)

you're in charge.

- (GROANS)

- DRAWLS: OK.

(BROODING MUSIC)

(KEYS JINGLE, CAR STARTS)

- But I don't feel good.

- I know. I'm sorry. Let's go.

(PROTEINS OF MAGIC'S 'FLESH IT OUT')

- # Hey, Joe,

# what happened to me,

# living with the Devil

on a dead-end street?

# Mad world dropping through

the hole in my hands,

# picking hope from

the bones of a guilty man.

# Love me, love me.

# Love me, love me.

# Love me, love me.

# Love me, love me. #

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

- Whoa, look at that fort.

Thought you said the kids were sick.

- EMMA: Mum, it needs to be darker.

- You're right. That's right.

- Yeah.

- Here. Can you hold Cleo?

(CLEO GRIZZLES)

Thank you.

(FRETS)

(GURGLES)

- Just sit on here, eh?

That'd be good.

You're gonna have to get

used to her at some point,

or are you just gonna

abandon us altogether?

- Jeez, where'd that come from?

- They've been throwing up all

night — you don't even come home?

- I slept at the motel.

- Oh, you like the motel

all of a sudden?

- You all right? You seem

- What do I seem?

- (SIGHS)

Look.

It'll all sort itself out

one way or the other,

but you need to forget about

the money. Rob's and ours.

- Well, I can certainly forget

about ours. We don't have any.

(LAUGHS WRYLY)

- Wait. Hey, OK, it doesn't matter.

All right?

What matters is this.

Us.

And you and your best friend Tess,

you know - can't you

think about her?

- You seen her lately?

- Tessa?

- Yeah, Liam. Tessa.

- No.

No, of course I haven't.

Seriously you OK?

- Uh uh, yeah, I don't know.

You tell me.

- Uh, you know, I just wanted to

spend some time with my family,

so why do I feel like

I've committed a crime?

- Staying at the motel — how is that

spending time with your family?

- Oh, Nic.

I can't keep up with you.

- Dad! Come in here.

- Yeah. Yeah.

(BROODING MUSIC)

- GRUNTS: All right.

Wow, look at this!

It's cool.

Hey, Joe, what are you doing?

(CHUCKLES)

- TESSA: Hi, Harley. What delights

have you been delivering today?

- Undelivery's more like it. Rob

wants most things return to sender.

- Sorry, what things?

Hey!

- Hey, babe.

- You're sending

my f*cking baby stuff back?!

- Hey, hey, hey—

Hey! Jesus, what the f*ck?

- You b*stard!

- Can we talk about this

somewhere else?

- Oh, f*ck somewhere else!

What, are you just giving up?

Is that it?

- What's the matter?

- The matter, Sum,

is that your father clearly doesn't

know me at all, which is something of

a giant f*cking disappointment.

- Hey, look— look. I just

thought that it upset you

- Good one, Dad (!)

- No, no, no! What actually

what actually upsets me

is that you don't seem to believe me

when I say it's not over.

- Of course,

of course I believe you, babe.

- Sure. OK. Then call your brother —

and I don't care how you do it,

but get me my f*cking baby.

(LINE RINGS)

- All right.

Yeah, I— I'll see you there.

Um someone's got locked out

at work. I— I gotta go.

- Dad!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Come back.

- Whoa, what?

- Millie needs to go to the toilet.

- Well, um

- Can you see to that first?

- OK, OK.

Uh, Mills, come on.

Come on!

(TODDLING FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)

(BIRDS TWITTER)

(SEAGULL CRIES)

(LAUGHTER, CHATTER)

- Your flat white.

- I can afford a coffee.

- I didn't

Sorry.

- You know, first,

you go behind my back —

then you chuck

$2 million in my face.

- Some people

would see that as a win.

- Are you serious?

- We had a deal. OK?

I tried to sweeten it,

and it— it blew up in my face.

- (SCOFFS)

- I was just trying to

solve a problem, Liam.

Just like you always taught me.

- What, so this is my fault?

- No, that's not what I'm saying.

All I wanted to do was help, OK,

and I knew you—

- No, I'm— no, I'm not!

I'm not taking your money. Not now,

not ever. Let's get that straight.

And, oh

(LAUGHS WRYLY)

I f*cked up.

And

I'm sorry.

- Yeah, well, the last thing I need

is your bloody charity, all right?

- (GROANS) Oh, man

(INHALES)

- (SIGHS)

- I don't know what to do.

Tessa's gone off the deep end

and blaming me, and it's a

total shitshow.

- What went on with those two?

- (CHUCKLES)

Tessa seems to think

it started with shoes. Mm.

She got some new ones, and Nic's

nose was put out of joint. So

- Shoes?

Jesus Christ.

She is losing it.

(SIGHS)

- Have you tried talking her around?

- No, Robert.

I've been too busy celebrating

having another mouth to feed.

She's your baby.

She belongs with you.

I'll take care of it.

Don't I always?

(BROODING MUSIC)

- Yeah, it go on here.

(OLDER CHILDREN ARGUE)

- EMMA: No, that's mine.

- I got a drink. There we go.

- Get your own one.

(DANCEHALL MUSIC PLAYS,

CHILDREN SQUABBLE)

- (GRUNTS)

(CHLOE GRIZZLES)

(CHLOE CRIES)

- You're going over the lines.

- That is OK, Emma.

(CHILDREN SQUABBLE)

(SIGN CRACKLES)

- Happy now?

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- What's wrong, Mummy?

- I'm so sorry. That was not cool.

I'm really sorry.

My beautiful girl.

(WHISPERS) I'm sorry.

Hey.

Why don't you go and get baby?

You go wake her up

(CHAIR SCRAPES)

and then tidy up a little.

(WISTFUL STRING MUSIC)

OK, Em. Come close. All the way in.

That's it, baby.

Smile.

(PHONE CAMERA CLICKS)

CHUCKLES: Smile, Cleo.

(WISTFUL STRING MUSIC CONTINUES)

- Do you think she'd still have

a stick up her arse if she knew Rob

offered them 2 mil for the baby?

- Imagine having that much money

in the first place.

- Well, it's not buying Lady Muck

much happiness, is it?

- Honestly?

If someone wanted my youngest,

most days I'd give 'em away.

- (SCOFFS) You would not. You're

too bloody good to those kids —

that's your problem.

Oh h* h*!

The gloves are bloody off, Jools.

- What is she thinking?

- She's thinking, 'Hello, bull,

here's a red flag.'

We have got to get Pat

on the socials.

- Yeah.

- Oh, that f*cking b*tch.

She's a f*cking b*tch.

She's doing this on purpose.

Come have a look at this.

Look. '#blessed.'

I could k*ll her.

What did Liam say?

- Um

he said he'd take care of it.

- You mean

- But in the meantime,

how about you and I, we go up to

Huka Lodge for a few nights—

- Oh, s

- you know,

we can fly up this afternoon,

we can crack open the champagne

and wine and dine,

and we can fly-fish, you know—

- A-Are you insane?

- Come on. You love that sort of—

- No. Every minute I'm not here

is a minute Nicole thinks she's won.

(PHONE BUZZES, CHIMES)

Oh. And then there's the daughter

you already have.

Remember her?

She's coming to stay with us.

So how does that fit in

with your romantic plan?

- (SCOFFS)

(MELANCHOLY STRING MUSIC)

- Hey, isn't that what's-her-name

who was making your life a misery?

- Mikayla?

- Mikayla. (CLICKS FINGERS)

Yes, Mikayla.

Yeah. The bully who took your iPhone.

- Yeah?

- Well, yeah, and?

- It's easier

if I pretend to get on with her.

Least that way I can keep my sh*t.

- Summer.

All right, well I'm impressed.

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

(SIGHS) You know, I could learn

a thing or two from you.

CHUCKLES: Oh

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

(SEABIRD CRIES)

(DOOR SLAMS)

(CAR STARTS)

(CAR DRIVES AWAY)

(LOCKSCREEN CLICKS)

(PLAINTIVE STRING MUSIC)

- Hey, Pat.

Uh any chance that you're free

to watch the kids for an hour?

(SEAGULLS CRY)

(LATCH CLICKS, DOOR SLIDES OPEN)

- Good. The accounts are a shambles.

- I'm not here to work. Uh

- Suppose not.

- Do you know what's happening

between Liam and Tess?

- What?

- I saw them

the other night, leaving the motel

together, and she sure as hell

wasn't helping him paint it.

- Oh (LAUGHS)

- Well, where is she now?

Where's Liam?

- Hey. Calm down, all right?

I think you're putting

two and two together here—

- No, you-you really don't see this?

- There's nothing to see, Nicole.

She knew she should have got you

a pair. She offered to, didn't she?

- Sorry, what?

- Um the shoes,

from Christchurch.

- Oh (LAUGHS)

You think that that's what this

is about? How dumb can you be?!

Oh my God.

- You know, I think they're right.

You really aren't

all there, are you?

- 'They'?

What, you all been talking about me?

- Of course. You took her baby.

- And now she's taking my husband —

you're so damn p*ssy-whipped,

you're just gonna let it happen?

- What the f*ck are you doing

lecturing me, Nicole?

You f*cked over Tess—

- I didn't f*ck over Tess.

- You— you f*cked over all of us.

You're making Liam's life miserable

with your batshit craziness—

- No. That's not how it is.

- You know what?

I don't want you here, Nicole.

Just just get out of my sight.

- You don't know the first thing

about your own bloody wife!

- Get out.

Don't f*cking come back.

Get the f*ck—

- (GASPS)

- out!

- (STARTS CAR)

(CRASH!)

Oh, sh*t!

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

(GASPS)

(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

(CAR DOOR SLAMS)

(CAR STARTS)

(FOREBODING MUSIC CONTINUES)

(DROPS PLINK)

(MELANCHOLY STRING MUSIC)

(SOFT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(CAR DOOR SLAMS)

- Brilliant. We're not even gonna

to have to talk about the book now.

- JOOLS: Why do you look like

the cat who got the cream?

- Evening, all.

- Aw!

- Hi. Oh, I didn't think

you'd be coming.

- Well, I haven't missed one yet.

- PAT: You bring that

beautiful baby over here.

- Oh, yeah, she's just waking up,

I think. I just—

- TESS: OK, so this is my first

attempt, so don't blame me

if they're inedible.

Oh! Hello.

- Hello.

- Oh, asparagus rolls.

Classic, Tess.

- Nice.

- Oh.

- (CHUCKLES)

Who do you think you're kidding?

- Sorry?

- With the baggy jeans,

the asparagus rolls —

it's so obvious, Tess.

- Oh my God. You know what? I don't

want to fight with you, Nicole.

- I don't want you

to f*ck my husband.

- (SCOFFS)

Seriously?

Of all the things in the world

that I could do right now,

why would I choose to do that?

- Because you can.

Because you always could.

For all I know, you already did.

(POUNDING DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)

- I have never,

and I would never.

- (SCOFFS)

- OK?

- All that bragging about, 'Oh,

I can get any guy that I want'

- Hey, I wanted Liam for you.

And when I found out that he was a

policeman, I thought that was gonna

to make you feel safe. OK?

- I wouldn't have needed a police

officer if it wasn't for you.

- I saved you.

- You f*cked up my life!

- No, you were dying of boredom—

- Oh, you were a waster barmaid

in a sleazy Thai backwater.

- Wow.

OK.

You know, I could f*ck up your life

a whole lot more if I wanted to.

- You know I only ever did

what you asked me to do.

- Yeah, well, clearly not

a skill I still possess,

otherwise I would have my baby.

- (EXCLAIMS)

I saw you. I saw you and Liam.

I saw you the other night

at the motel.

- (LAUGHS)

Yeah, and? It was nothing.

It was nothing.

We were just

like, blowing off steam.

It was—

- I know how you do that, OK?

I saw the bourbon.

- Well, according to you,

he can't even get it up.

- Oh my!

- So how is bourbon

gonna help with that?

- #not happy.

- Nic!

- I don't owe you a f*ck' thing!

What are you looking at?

- Nic, please.

- (SOBS)

- Nic, please.

(DOOR SLAMS)

- God.

- Oh

I'm sorry. Sorry.

- You'll get your baby, hon.

(BITTERSWEET STRING MUSIC)

- f*ck's sake, Summer, hurry up.

We're gonna be late.

(DROPS PLINK)

- Oh, hey, Em?

Can you just

take over for a second?

- MILLIE: Where is the thingie?

- No, no, just give me a minute.

Give me a minute.

Well, you got chocolate crackles

in the lunchbox.

OK.

Let's go.

Ooh. Careful, baby, careful, baby.

(POIGNANT STRING MUSIC)

- PAT: Well, thanks for not

sh**ting the messenger.

- No, you're right.

I'm better off knowing.

- You wouldn't want her living

all the way out there.

And on top of what Biddie saw

outside the pub and that business

at book club last night

- If I hear so much as one tongue

wagging with that nonsense, I will

remove it with my bare hands.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

- (LAUGHS) You should be having

a protein shake, brother.

Keep your energy up.

- Nah, come on.

I'm good with coffee, thanks.

- How strong do you have it?

I reckon I'll have what

he's having, thanks.

- Eh, piss off, Greg.

- Eh?

- Mowing your brother's lawn, eh?

Ooh-hoo-hoo!

Oowee!

- Nah, shut up, bro.

- What's going on?

- You and Rob's missus.

f*ck' brave move.

(CUP CLINKS)

- You better watch

your f*ck' mouth.

- Come on, boys.

- f*ck! It's not my mouth

you should be worried about.

It's your f*ck' missus.

- What?

- f*ck's sake, Greg.

- Nicole's the one out there

talking about it.

She's seen youse at the motel.

- Well, yeah. I mean

they don't read books at that club,

you know?

- f*ck.

- Awesome, Greg (!) You f*ck.

(BELL DINGS)

- Just 10 extra hours a week, Jools.

That's all I'm asking.

- Oh, God

I'm not sure. What about her?

- She's— she's quiet. She's quiet.

She's quiet as a mouse.

(MILLIE BABBLES)

Like, I could just have her

behind the counter.

Here, you could have that.

- Gosh, Nicole, it's not

very professional—

- I mean, it's Kaikoura

Information Centre — it's not

Parliament Buildings, you know.

Come on. Jools, please.

- I'm sorry, Nicole.

It's just not a good time.

(CLATTER)

- Joe! What are you doing?

Pick it up. Now.

- Just leave it. (SIGHS)

Aren't the kids late for school?

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about this.

- That's OK.

- OK, let's go. Let's go.

- MILLIE: That's fine.

Not here.

- OK. Watch for cars.

Hey, can I— I'll just get

a flat white, please.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Got something to say, Andi?

- I wasn't gonna say a thing.

- Got any newborn nappies yet?

- Yep, sure do.

(SWIPE MACHINE BEEPS)

- Oh.

Just Just try it again.

- Sure.

- Just gentle, gentle.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

- Uh, that's declined.

- Hey, are— are you OK?

- Shh. Shh. No. Fine, thank you.

- Can I have a doughnut?

- No, Emma.

- Aw, please!

- Oh, now look what you've started.

- You're just being a b*tch.

- (GASPS)

- Oi, steady on!

- No, are you OK?

I didn't mean to do that. I

(BROODING MUSIC)

- (EXHALES) Hey.

- Hey.

- Thought you needed me

to fix something.

- Come on.

You don't want your mother

freezing to death. Do you?

- POSH VOICE: So, the glasses

and tables will come in the morning,

but the VIP bar is being

set up the night before.

- VIPs?

- Well, we can pretend, can't we?

I mean, we're definitely going to

have to for Fashion on the Field.

(PHONE RINGS)

Oh.

Uh, hello? Tessa Walter.

USUAL VOICE: Sorry, what?

What, so that's why you're

hanging out with those skanky moles?

You're dealing to them?

- Hardly Pablo Escobar.

- No, but that hatchet-faced

principal would have expelled you

if I hadn't called her bluff

on getting the cops involved.

- Oh, the cops don't care

about weed, anyway.

- Summer, those dropkicks

are just using you.

- Well, it's better than

them hating me.

- No, it has to stop.

OK? You need to think about

your future.

Do you want to be stuck here forever?

- You are.

- Ooh! Oh, I'm not stuck. I chose it,

I chose Rob, and thank God I did,

otherwise I'd be in some

- Some posh mansion in England (!)

- No, not No, Summer.

Look at me.

(BROODING MUSIC)

If you get a drug conviction

when you're young, you limit

yourself forever.

OK? No matter how many posh mansions

you live in.

- I don't care.

- Well, I'm sorry, but we can't

keep this from Rob, so

- He won't care either.

- (SIGHS)

- I would never

ever, yeah?

- I know.

- Thicker than blood.

- Yeah, I know that too.

(MELANCHOLY STRING MUSIC)

(DOOR SLAMS)

- Three missed calls from school.

I thought something had happened.

- Well, something did happen.

Your daughter has been dealing pot.

- Oh, I thought something bad.

- I told you.

And I wasn't dealing.

I gave it away.

(DOOR SLAMS)

- Are you Seriously?

That's your idea of being a father?

- Here we go.

OK. Well, according

to my observations,

parenting is kind of a 24-7 gig.

- Yes, Tess, I know.

- Well, then how can you possibly

not be worried about Summer?

Like, she is fragile.

Rob, where is your paternal instinct?

- Well, I got her this far,

didn't I?

- You barely even notice

that she's alive.

Just please tell me you're going to

take more interest in our baby.

- No. There is no 'our baby'. OK?

- You— You said Liam was trying.

- I don't care what I said, Tess.

This whole thing

has gone far enough.

- Right. Here you go again -

just giving up on your own baby.

She's yours, Rob.

- You listen here, OK?

I will not let anything

come between me and my brother,

all right?

Not even you.

Just (EXHALES)

just let it go, Tess.

- I

- Kaikoura is

(LAUGHS WRYLY)

it's way too small

for any of this

sh*t.

Just fix it, all right? Just

just fix it with Nicole.

- So.

You want me to fix it?

I'll fix it.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH, WOMAN SIGHS)

(RHYTHMIC KNOCK)

- Nic?

- No.

- No, no. Please. Please.

I come in peace.

- I've got nothing more

to say to you, Tess.

- Well

just as well actions speak louder

than words, then, isn't it?

- (SCOFFS)

- Just wait there.

- I'm sorry. What- What is all this?

- Baby things. Like if I can't

use it, you may as well.

- Tess.

- (SIGHS)

Seriously, Nic, I just

I can't keep this up.

Can you?

I want my friend back, and if this

is what it takes, I'll do it.

Like, I'm. I— I'm doing it.

So

this

doubles as a scale

that connects to an app

on your phone.

And, uh Oh. It has an alarm.

- OK, I'm sorry, I'm just—

I am having a hard

Are you for real?

- In it for life, right?

- (CHUCKLES WRYLY)

And Cleo, you?

- Um

Look

it was a good idea in principle,

but it's because you're you

that you couldn't

go through with it.

And I know that you'll

do what's best for

Cleo,

in the long run.

And if it's not me,

then

so be it, so

- You really think

we can get over this?

- Yeah.

I mean, do you want to?

(GENTLE MUSIC)

Oof. (SLURPS)

- Welcome to the middle of nowhere.

I know this isn't exactly

the hens' party that you were—

- Oh, I hate hens.

- I know that you probably

wouldn't have gone duck-hunting

with Jools' father-in-law.

- No wonder I couldn't tell

where we were going.

- Right?

- I'm sorry that

there are no strippers.

- Oh, all I want is you anyway.

- Awww!

And Rob.

- Well, yeah, I wouldn't have

one without the other, would I?

I basically owe

my entire life to you.

- (EXCLAIMS)

(CHOKES)

- Nicole!

- (EXHALES)

(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

- Oh hey.

- Sorry.

- Hey.

- (BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

- Listen to me. All the good sh*t

is right here in front of us.

Don't let the past

keep pulling you back—

- I can't stop thinking about him.

- Yes, you can. You so can.

Thinking is overrated.

(STARTS MUSIC PLAYER)

Come on. Dance with me, woman.

- (CHUCKLES)

- # Too far gone,

# drifting along

- (CHUCKLES)

- # the end of the night.

- (LAUGHS)

- # Heavy dawn

- Oh my God.

- Oh. You OK?

- Sorry, I just think that triple sec

might be the one thing

I almost can't drink.

- We found it.

(SINGS) 'The one thing.'

(LAUGHTER, INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

- Ah!

- Oh my God!

- # Falling asleep #

(ICE CUBES TINKLE)

(POIGNANT MUSIC)

- I've been really lonely

without you.

- Yeah. Me too.

- About Liam

- I would never.

- Mm-hm.

(CHLOE GURGLES)

- Oh.

- I forgot her feed.

(CHLOE FRETS)

- I should probably

go and, uh, do that.

- Yeah.

- Sorry.

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I should get going

anyway. (LAUGHS WRYLY)

There's Summer troubles.

- Is she OK?

- She will be, but I just

I need to keep a close eye, so

(SORROWFUL STRING MUSIC)

- (WHISPERS)

Thank you for finding a way

out of all this mess.

- Yeah, it feels good, right?

- Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

I'll see you soon.

(SORROWFUL MUSIC SWELLS)

(CHUCKLES)

(WATER DRIPS)

(EXCLAIMS)

(LINE RINGS)

- MAX ON ANSWERPHONE:

Leave a message after the beep.

- Hi, Max. It's Nicole here.

I meant to ring you when I first

noticed it yesterday, but it looked

like the avgas tank was leaking.

(RELAXED GUITAR MUSIC PLAYS)

- Babe. What's the matter?

- Nothing.

- Well, the sausages

really are vegan — you know,

it was just that one time.

- I don't want to talk about it.

- That's a shame, because talking

about it is my favourite thing.

So spit it out.

- What if I don't have a future?

- Oh, I never said that. No, no,

I just meant that you needed

to think about what it was.

- Nothing works out, and I'm—

I don't fit in.

- Hey, I'll let you in on a secret.

No one fits in.

- You do.

- Oh yeah, I'm so popular,

my best friend stole my baby

right out from under me.

- You seem kind of OK

with it, though.

- Mm.

- Are you just gonna get

a different baby?

- Well, as you will find out,

in the fullness of time,

things have a way of working out

exactly how you want them to.

You just need a clever plan.

- I just have all these bad thoughts

running around in my head.

- Oh, darling

I know exactly what to do with those.

- It was like nothing

had ever happened.

- I certainly didn't see that coming.

- Yeah. Me neither.

(CHEERY SONG PLAYS, CHILDREN CHATTER)

- Well (SIGHS)

that's not what I was hoping for,

but if Tessa and Rob

are really OK with it

- So, uh, you and Tessa

back to being best mates?

- Um

(CHLOE GURGLES, CROWS)

- That was a long sleep.

- I tried her on formula today.

She loved it. Little Miss Piggy.

- Good. Then I can feed her, and

you two can go and do something nice.

- Are you OK?

- No. I'm not.

- Well, snap out of it,

because this is good news

and I'm giving you a hall pass.

(WAVES CRASH)

- (EXHALES) It's all

I could find in the truck.

- Hey, if it doesn't have

a kid attached, I'm happy.

- I'd never betray you, Nic.

You know that, right?

- I'm so sorry.

I don't know what got into me.

- Yeah.

- You know, I have

everything I ever wanted.

The kids.

You. But

(ECHOING GASP)

What if I don't deserve any of it?

- Jesus.

Why would you even think that?

I worry about what's going on

in that head of yours.

- Bloody hormones.

- Look, we've

(SIGHS) We've had our

ups and downs, but

it's always been you.

From the first moment I saw you.

(GENTLE GUITAR MUSIC)

- (LAUGHS)

- Seriously?

- This is so stupid.

- Oh my gosh, we're not playing,

like, bloody Quidditch. This is

a well-practised spiritual exercise.

OK, take a breath in

Breath out.

All right, now write down

the thought you want to get rid of.

Write it down.

(PEN SCRATCHES ON PAPER)

All right? Now screw it up in a ball

and throw it into the fire.

Go. One. Two.

Three.

Poof! Up in smoke.

All right, baby. Your turn.

Bit more enthusiasm.

(PEN SCRATCHES ON PAPER)

All right. One—

(PAPER RIPS OFF)

two, three —

go!

Feel better?

- You gotta do it too.

- All right.

(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

(MUSIC BECOMES FOREBODING)

- (CHUCKLES)

- (CHUCKLES)

(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)

- That's Rob's place.

- Oh no. No, no, no, no, no.

(MELANCHOLY STRING MUSIC)