(SLIDING DOOR CLOSES AND LOCKS)
(BLINDS SLIDE)
(EXHALES)
- It'll fit.
- It's not gonna fit.
f*ck the vacuum cleaner.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
Thanks, man.
f*ck.
MAN: Cory Bennett! (LAUGHS)
- Hey, man.
- Hey, man.
Got a couple of little treats?
(LAUGHS)
- Chocolate's for the wife.
- Where's your wife?
I don't know,
maybe she left me.
(MAN LAUGHS) Dude.
Babe! Babe, babycakes!
This is Cory.
We went to school together.
Oh! Hey, Cory.
This guy,
this guy used to
crack me up so much.
You were so funny. (LAUGHS)
Say something funny.
Come on, make Sarah laugh.
- Nah, I'm not...
I'm not that funny anymore.
- Oh, come on.
No, I don't know, it's...
Is that your wife?
Uh...
No, I've never met
that woman before in my life.
MAN: But she is your wife?
- Yeah, she's my wife.
- MAN: Not cool, man.
Oh, no, I was just joking.
I was just making a joke.
I'm not laughing.
Babycakes ain't laughing.
When are you due?
What?
I'm not...
MAN: Oh.
I just had a big lunch.
(LAUGHS)
Who was that?
Yeah, I don't know, babycakes.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
(INSISTENORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYS)
(PONDEROUS DRUM BEATS)
(INAUDIBLE)
(HEAVY CHORAL SINGING)
(SINGING ENDS)
(MUSIC FADES)
WIFE: Cory! Wait!
CORY: Oh, f*ck.
Sorry. Sorry, sorry.
- OK?
- Yeah.
Hey, uh,
don't mention the wedding.
Why would I?
Yeah, of course. Sorry.
f*ck, I'm just a bit...
Hey.
Do I look OK?
You look like
a f*cking hot mess.
- No, really. Do I look OK?
- Yes.
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
(KNOCKING)
WIFE: Hey, chill out.
f*ck.
CORY: Mum?
Dad?
Don't sh**t.
- How did you get in?
- Mum, it's me, your son.
- That key is for emergencies.
- Well, I'll put it back.
- Just put it back.
- I'll put it back.
- Well, put it back.
- I'll put it back.
Oh, hello, Jasmine.
Hi.
What are you doing here?
- What do you mean? Lunch.
- Yes, I know.
That's hours away.
Oh, sorry we're so early, Lyn.
- Oh, these are for you.
- Oh, thank you, Jasmine.
(EXHALES)
- Oh, not long now.
- (LAUGHS)
Oh, we thought it was
never going to happen.
OK, Mum, back it up.
I've actually... I've got a bit
of a headache, so...
I might actually, um...
get some fresh air.
(WHISPERS) She's fine.
I was just hoping for a kick.
- Where's Dad?
- In his office.
What's he doing?
How would I know?
This is where
our pool used to be.
Hey! See, look! Told ya.
Are you going to
be alright here?
I don't really
have a choice, do I?
(MUFFLED MALE VOICE)
MAN: Mm-hm. Yep. I see.
Yeah. And did you tell 'em
who it was?
Did you tell 'em who... Yep.
Look, I've been doing it
for years.
Of course I'm across it.
(VOICE CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
- Here he is.
- MAN: Cory. Jasmine.
That's a lovely shirt, Jasmine.
Oh, thank you.
It's not your usual style.
It's very classy.
Yeah, very classy.
- How's work?
- Good. Good, Dad.
Busy. Really busy.
So busy
you're here on a Friday.
Uh-huh.
Last time you were this busy,
you still couldn't come up
and help me with the gutters.
Just pay someone to
clean your gutters, Dad.
It's very good of Sue
to rent you their unit.
They're doing you a favour.
CORY: Well...
We're tenants.
They need tenants.
It's not like that. They've
known you your whole life.
Bet they did you a good deal.
No, Mum, it's not a good deal.
And when do you move in there?
Uh, three...
- BOTH: Three weeks.
- Yeah.
Mm. I'm surprised you want to
live all the way out there.
CORY: We don't. We couldn't
get anything else.
The rental market's f*cked.
Sorry, it's terrible.
Well, you should own
your own house by now.
Thank you, Dad.
We're working on that.
Um... We're actually
here on a Friday
because our place
is getting fumigated, so...
DAD: What kind of fumigation?
Well, it's...
It's co... c*ck.
c*ck bombs.
DAD: Have you got
a roach problem, son?
CORY: No, we don't have
a roach problem.
If your house is clean,
you won't get roaches.
It's standard. It's just
the standard amount of roaches.
Tell them to do it
when you've moved.
You're moving out
in a few weeks.
Oh, no, they've insisted, so...
That's ridiculous.
Sorry to
spring this on you, but, um...
We were chatting
on the drive up
that, um, maybe it'd be better
for the baby if we...
if we stayed away
from the flat, so...
we were wondering
if we could, um...
stay.
Just a couple...
One... One, two nights.
- Well, the guest room's
in a state.
- Yes, yes.
- CORY: Oh, no, we don't
care about that.
- Painter's son died.
- Wait, what?
- He was doing our room.
- Our painter.
- Jesus, how did he die?
- We're redecorating. He fell.
- Bloody tragedy.
- Get a new one.
- What? No.
- But he's dead.
- No, he's not dead, his son...
- You said he was dead.
- His son fell off the balcony.
- Wait, our balcony upstairs?
- No, another balcony.
We don't care about
the paint job.
- Well, there's no bed.
- No furniture.
- CORY: Oh.
- So you'll have to sleep
in your old room.
What, in the bunks?
Wait, have you seen
how pregnant she is?
No, it's fine, Cory.
Cory, I already feel bad.
You don't need to
make me feel worse.
Oh, it's fine, Lyn.
It's fine. Thank you.
- Both of you, thank you.
- Yes.
- We really appreciate it.
- No, we do.
(JASMINE SNORTS SOFTLY)
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(LAUGHS AND SNORTS SOFTLY)
What?
It's just weird
being in a bunk bed.
What have you done?
Is this a sh*t joke?
(LAUGHS)
Oh... Jas!
Ah!
Oh, my God!
My mobile telephone is ringing.
I just have to take this, babe.
Hello?
It's Becca.
Hey, babe.
Oh, she says it's not too late
to get her that big house
with the swimming pool.
Pool parties all summer,
with all of your friends.
CORY: Does she want to
talk to me?
Oh, yeah,
you want to talk to him?
Oh, my God,
she wants to talk to you.
- Hey, Becca.
- (LAUGHS)
Yeah, no. Yeah, Cory here.
Yeah, no, I'm still single.
Yeah, I was married for a bit,
but I had to get out of it.
Yeah, no, no, a bit, uh,
a bit toxic.
Yeah. She, uh,
kept looking through
all my private sh*t, so...
What, you're really
going to crack the shits
over your
high school girlfriend?
- You're nearly f*cking 40.
- 37.
Yeah, and you can't
laugh about Becca.
Well, Becca's not funny.
f*cking hell, Cory.
JASMINE: Oh, f*ck this bed.
Oh!
Cory!
Cory, what is going on?
- Richard!
- Mum, what?
Why is there a coffee machine
in your car?
Richard,
they're living in their car.
No, w... No, we're not.
- Our lease was up.
- So you're homeless?
They're homeless.
- We're not homeless.
- LYN: Do you have a home?
Yes, we're moving into
Sue's place.
- In a month!
- Three weeks.
You move into the new place
- before you get
kicked out of the old one.
- Thank you, Mum.
Yeah, well, it's pretty basic.
- I know how to
move house, Mum.
- What were you thinking?
You're about to have a baby.
We know we're having a baby.
So, what's the plan here, Cory?
You invite yourself for lunch
and then stay for three weeks?
Ha. You think we're mugs.
No, I don't... We don't.
I don't think you're mugs.
So there's no roaches?
What?
Yes, there's roaches.
They are fumigating. It's...
But we already moved out.
You lied to us.
I'm sorry.
We don't have anywhere to
stay for the next three weeks.
Can we stay here?
We are in the middle
of redecorating, Cory.
It's really not a good time.
LYN: But I suppose so. Richard?
Fine.
Thank you.
(JASMINE MOANS) Oh, f...
(GROANS SOFTLY)
(GROANS)
Jas? Is it the baby?
(GROANS) My back.
JASMINE: Oh...
(GROANING SOFTLY)
(WHISPERS) Mum.
JASMINE: (SOFTLY)
I don't want to do this.
(WHISPERS) It'll be fine.
Dad.
Mum.
Cory, what is it?
- Mum, Jas's back is spasming.
- I'm OK.
LYN: Cory...
She can't sleep in those tiny
bunks, Mum. Look at her.
But that's my bed.
I'm sorry, Mum.
There's no other option.
Up you get. Come on.
- Oh, Jesus...
- Here, Richard, put this on.
- (RICHARD GROANS)
- CORY: Dad!
Hey, Mum.
- Are you tired?
- Mmm.
Let's get you to bed.
Up you get.
(RICHARD MUTTERS)
You can have the bottom bunk.
LYN: Oh, what about
your father's back?
CORY: Top bunk, then.
(GROANS)
(WHISPERS) Get the hell
out of my bed.
Ugh.
Oh.
Oh... Oh!
Cory! Cory! I'm falling!
- Cory! Cory! Cory!
I'm falling!
- Jas, what...?
- I'm falling!
- What the f*ck, Dad!
LYN: Richard!
Get away from her.
(WHISPERS) Sorry.
Is your back OK?
Yeah.
It's very nice in here, eh?
Mmm.
Ugly.
But nice.
Yeah, I could get used to it.
We will have a big house
like this one day.
Jas was in a lot of pain.
It was... It was an emergency.
Come on, Dad.
Come on, it's just
a couple of weeks.
Dad!
Did Jasmine put you up to this?
- Is that why you're here?
- What?
We just need a place to stay.
Don't lose yourself
in the marriage, son.
Or you'll come out
the other end
with no f*cking idea
who you are.
Are you and Mum OK?
What?
What are you talking about?
What are you
talking about, then?
- Jasmine.
- What about Jasmine?
She has landed
on her feet with us.
I'm not saying she doesn't
love you. It's just...
- What?
- Her family.
They didn't make smart choices.
Your Mum and I, we started
on the same footing.
- We know where we stand.
- No.
That is not what is
happening here, Dad.
What would
your father know, eh?
Dad, do you want to
do the gutters today?
I don't need your help.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(PHONE RINGS)
Hey, Sue.
Uh, yeah.
Yeah, and that's...
Yeah. That's definite.
OK. Yeah, you gotta do
what you gotta do.
Yeah, no, no, you too. Yeah.
Thanks, Sue.
Thanks for the call.
What was that?
Um...
That was Sue.
They f*cked us.
They're selling the unit.
Well, they can't do that.
Oh, they can.
They never sent a lease,
so, yeah. Yeah, they can.
I thought they were
your family's friends.
They are.
Well, then why are
they f*cking us?
Because they're gonna
make a sh*t-ton of money.
Jas...
(KEYS JANGLE)
Jas!
Hey, wait! Jas!
- Wait!
- I don't want to be here!
I hate it!
I hate it, I can't.
I can't f*cking...
f*ck.
I can't f*cking breathe
in there.
- (STARTS ENGINE)
- Where are we going, Jas?
(SOBS) I don't know. f*ck.
I just want to see my family.
I miss my mum,
and I miss my sisters,
and I don't want to be here.
When the baby's born,
we'll get some cheap flights...
Oh, just shut up!
Just shut the f*ck up! OK?
We don't... We don't have
a place to live.
Sue's place
is a sh*t h*le, Jas.
We never wanted to live there.
Stop being so f*cking positive!
We have applied, and applied.
We can't f*cking get a rental.
We can't... We can't
f*cking afford anything.
Cory, I'm a f*cking whale.
I need you to look after me.
I will. And I promise...
I promise I will
get us out of here.
Um... Let's go.
Just drive somewhere, yeah?
Just me and you. I want to.
I just want to go home.
I want...
a home.
What you working on?
What is it, Cory?
Um...
I was hoping that maybe
you could help us out.
Help us out with a loan.
Just enough to see us through
this next little bit.
Like, maybe like 40K... 30K?
What's it for?
Deposit on a house?
An investment?
It's to live, Dad.
Just to live.
Did you lose your job?
No, I didn't lose my job.
I didn't get fired.
They just didn't
renew my contract, you know?
It's a casual contract,
and you can only have so many
before they have to
make you permanent, so...
Were you doing the work?
Yes, I was doing the work, Dad.
I am good at my job.
Just not good enough
to be permanent.
I was good enough for
19 months, so I can't be
that much of a dead sh*t.
- Does Jasmine have a job?
- Yes, technically.
She's got a job at the uni.
She's on maternity leave.
But it's unpaid.
I'm just asking you
for a buffer.
Right? And you know
I wouldn't ask
if I didn't really need it.
Please?
No.
What?
I'm not gonna lend you
the money.
What do you...
Dad, what do you mean?
That's f*cking insane.
I'm asking you for help.
I just need some help.
Don't act like I've never
given you anything.
Oh, come on, Dad.
I will pay you back.
(SCOFFS) No, you won't.
Cory,
when I was 20 years old,
my dad sat me down
and he gave me $10,000
to help me get started.
- Yes, Dad, I get it.
- And...
And I bought this house,
and it was nothing.
No other houses in the street.
It was nothing but scrub
and dirt and snakes and ants.
- I built this life.
- Dad...
And when you were
20 years old,
I did exactly the same thing
for you.
I've not been unfair.
You took that money
and you travelled
halfway around the world
and got a f*cking arts degree.
- Dad, it is different.
- Now...
Dad, it's different.
It is SO different.
You may not think so,
but I'm helping you here.
You're staying for three weeks
in my home,
in my f*cking bed,
there's your loan.
Now get a job
and sort your situation out.
Do you even think
I can do it, Dad?
You think
I can turn this around?
Cory, you've got to
go after what you want
and grab it with both hands.
You work harder
than anyone else
and the world
will look after you.
Stop at nothing, Cory.
I wish you could
be here too, yeah.
No, I'm fine, Mum.
Cory's parents
are looking after us.
Yeah, we're just...
staying for a little while.
Yeah, we're in the big house.
Yeah, we move
in a couple of weeks.
Cory's got time off work,
so we'll be fine, Mum.
We're fine.
Don't. You can't afford that.
Hey, I've got to go.
Yeah, love you, Mum. Bye.
We can't leave.
I'm sorry, Jas.
He wouldn't
give you the money.
(INAUDIBLE)
(WHISPERS) But they have
so much money.
He's teaching me a lesson.
CORY: Hey, Dan!
Yeah, no, I was just calling to
let you know that, um,
my contract has ended, so...
DAN: You turned us down, dude.
CORY: Yeah, I know.
DAN: We filled that position
ages ago.
CORY: No, I get it, I get it.
But look, um...
...my circumstances
have changed a bit
and, you know,
I'll... I'll take anything.
You know, I'll do the midnight
to dawn shift, anything.
(DAN INHALES, EXHALES)
I don't know, man.
Hey, do you remember
when we won the, uh...
...under-16s championship?
DAN: Yeah.
Just found the trophy
at my folks' place.
DAN: Yeah, right?
- We all thought
you were going pro, man.
- (DAN LAUGHS)
Oh, come on, dude,
you totally could have done it.
DAN: Oh, yeah? (LAUGHS)
What were you gonna do, Cory?
I just want to live in
a big house with a pool.
DAN: Good luck with that, dude.
Look, I...
I heard they screwed you.
They do that to everyone.
I'll see what I can do.
Oh, yeah, that's all...
that's all I'm asking.
Yeah, thanks, Dan.
I appreciate that.
Um, I'll call you tomorrow?
DAN: No, I'll call you.
- Yeah.
- DAN: Alright?
When I know something.
Alright, thanks, Dan.
(BUSY TONE)
(SIGHS)
(LINE RINGS)
Richard.
Come out of the shed right now.
What?
Oh, Christ! Hey! Cory!
What the f*ck are you doing?
You shouldn't have
filled it in.
We don't want a pool.
I loved this pool.
We all loved this pool.
Get your own house
if you want a f*cking pool!
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(GASPS)
- Hey, Dad, you OK?
- (CONTINUES GASPING)
Dad?
Mum!
Dad?
Richard?
Richard, what's going on?
- Yeah, ambulance.
- No, no ambulance.
Dad, this could be a f*cking...
It could be a heart attack!
No ambulance.
Yeah, right up there.
- Jesus.
- LYN: It's got to be tight.
OK.
(PRESSURE MONITOR WHIRS)
(VELCRO CRACKLES SOFTLY)
Should see a doctor.
- (WHIRRING ENDS)
- (BEEPING)
Oh! (LAUGHS) He's fine.
Eh. I'm fine.
You need a doctor, Dad.
RICHARD: God,
what kind of a house guest
digs a f*cking hole
in the lawn?
That bloody pool
drained our finances
like it was another kid.
- Oh!
- Down, down.
Anyway...
I've got a booking at
Balthazar's tomorrow night.
Not going to be dying
before then.
For our anniversary!
- 40 years.
- Oh! 40!
LYN: Love Balthazar's. (LAUGHS)
Do you reckon
this stuff's real?
Like, how much
would this be worth?
Jas, my dad nearly just died.
Your dad's fine.
They're old, aren't they?
JASMINE: Yes and no.
What happens when
they get really old?
Like, do I look after them
or do we put them
in a home, or...?
No, they've got enough money
to pay someone
to wipe their arses.
Why do you do that?
JASMINE: What?
Why are you always
asking how much stuff costs
and why are you always
talking about money?
Ugh... I don't...
I don't mean to.
I don't want to
talk about money.
- Yeah, well, stop.
- Yeah, well,
it's just everywhere.
And is that why you're with me?
- (LAUGHS) What?
- For my money.
(JASMINE LAUGHS)
What money?
CORY: Oh, come on.
You know what I mean.
Yeah, OK.
Yeah, your parents are loaded.
No, not loaded.
Comfortable.
Well, to me, they're loaded.
But, babe,
you don't have any money.
That's why we're here.
LYN: Richard, just... wait.
(RICHARD WHISPERS)
OK. Good idea.
(SHOVELS CLATTER GENTLY)
LYN: (GRUNTS) OK.
(WHISPERS) Richard...
Oh!
(RICHARD MURMURS INDISTINCTLY,
GRUNTS SOFTLY)
You feeling alright?
Oh.
(GRUNTS)
(PHONE RINGS)
Oh, that's, uh... That's Dan.
You remember Dan?
Said he'd get me some work.
Well, answer it, then.
- Hey, Dan, how are you?
- DAN: Yeah, good, man.
Look, we've got all these
new graduates starting,
so there's nothing going.
Can you ask a different boss?
DAN: We're not even
really mates, Cory.
Look, Dan, my wife's
about to have a baby.
DAN: I tried, OK?
So, that's it?
DAN: Yeah, that's it, dude.
Thanks, Dan.
f*ck.
He hid the f*cking shovels.
Oh, no.
He put 'em in his office.
Prick.
Oh, hey, look what I found.
Oh... (LAUGHS)
Wow.
(LAUGHS)
- You like that, babycakes?
- Yeah, I like that,
babycakes.
- Make me laugh, babycakes.
Say something funny.
- Yeah?
- Oh, I will.
- Yeah?
I'll say something
real f*cking funny.
Yeah? What are you
going to say?
I'll be the f*cking
funniest f*ck alive.
(LAUGHS)
Yeah. Mm.
- You like that, babycakes?
- Yeah, love that.
Mm.
(LAUGHS)
- Get us some parsley.
- Mm.
- And some rosemary.
- Right.
Oh, you...
Ah! Dad! What the f*ck?!
You don't f*ck in my jacket!
Agh!
Take it off! Take it off!
- What? Dad!
- Give it here!
I can't move, Dad!
I can't get my arms...
- Give me that!
- Dad, I can't!
Give it to me!
(BOTH BREATHE SHAKILY)
(GROANS)
(MURMURS INDISTINCTLY)
So, um, I'm actually...
I'm not feeling very well,
so I'm just gonna go...
Sit down, Jasmine.
Richard used to
wear this jacket all the time
- when we were dating.
- (RICHARD CHUCKLES)
Do you remember
that party in the Hills?
Oh, yeah.
When Richard wore this jacket,
everyone noticed.
In those days,
you only had one jacket.
Ah. One jacket.
One jumper.
No pants.
RICHARD: We appreciated
what we had.
We looked after it.
And then, bit by bit, we turned
one jacket, one jumper,
into a whole house.
And two investment properties.
RICHARD: Do you want to
disrespect us,
after everything
we've done for you?
Who did you turn to
when you needed help?
Hm?
Who cooked your dinner?
Who put a roof over your head?
Who's paying the bills
while you find your feet?
And yet, you...
you kick us out of our own bed,
go through our private things,
take whatever you like.
But I'M the one
that's out of line?
How much longer do you think
you'll be staying for?
CORY: We don't know, Mum.
How many nights?
We might need to stay...
for a little bit longer.
I thought you were
buying a house.
CORY: Well,
we can't afford to buy.
But you were looking.
You said you were looking.
A while ago, we were looking,
but I haven't got a job, Mum.
How am I going to get a loan?
- LYN: You've got to
live somewhere.
- Well, we can't afford it.
RICHARD: You should have
bought years ago.
Yes, I f*cking
know that now, Dad. I know.
I have been responsible,
but I missed
the f*cking window,
and now I don't know what
the f*ck I'm supposed to do.
(SOIL CRUNCHES)
Oh, you little f*ck.
What is it, Richard?
How f*cking dare you!
Give me that shovel!
Give it to me!
Hey! Now, you listening to me,
stop it!
- Stop it! f*ck!
- LYN: Richard!
(RICHARD GROANS)
I'm alright.
You nearly k*lled me before,
and now you're
trying to do it again.
I'm digging a f*cking hole.
Put the shovel down.
Just let me do this!
I loved this f*cking pool.
My kid deserves a pool,
so I'm going to
make this happen.
Put the shovel down.
You have all that!
Just let me have this.
Come on, Richard. Leave it.
This is a shakedown.
LYN: It's a hole, Richard.
That's all.
We'll fill it in
when they've gone.
They're never going to leave.
Jasmine's going to pop
any day now.
When she does, they're going to
have to go to the hospital.
Let's say...
we pay for them to
stay in a hotel,
just for a week,
near the hospital.
We're not kicking them out
on the street.
RICHARD: Now, there's an idea.
Yeah...
- Yes?
- Hi.
Are Jasmine and Cory home?
Yes.
Do you mind if I come in?
- Are you a friend of theirs?
- I'm the midwife.
- Has something happened?
- No. Everything's fine.
I just like to know the space
before a home birth.
CORY: Mum, this is Sasha.
Sorry, Sasha. Come in.
Oh, wow!
What a beautiful home.
Lovely to meet you.
Oh, this is my mum, Lyn.
Lovely to meet you, Lyn.
Do you live here
with Jasmine and Cory?
No, I live here
with my husband, Richard.
OK.
Right, well, Jas is upstairs,
so, um, we'll get to it.
Oh, that's it.
- Comfortable?
- Yeah.
OK. Great.
Ooh! (CHUCKLES)
(SOFT, REGULAR BEATING)
- (BANG!)
- Oh!
Is that Lyn?
Sometimes my parents
want to be a bit too involved.
(CHUCKLING)
Hmm.
It's looking good.
- Oh.
- Yeah.
(BEEP!)
SASHA: So important
to have family support.
CORY: Mm.
SASHA: Kids take
everything you've got.
And then a little bit more.
(AIR HISSES)
(HISSING STOPS)
(EXHALES)
If, for any reason,
you're worried or...
you can't get hold of me,
don't hesitate,
go to the hospital.
OK, but we're going to be OK?
Oh, yes, of course you are.
I'm just saying, be open.
Be flexible.
A birth plan is just that.
It's just a plan. If...
If things change,
then we reassess the plan.
Yeah.
What made you change your mind
about the home birth?
(MOUTHS)
We were just so, um...
We're so comfortable
with Cory's parents, so, yeah.
That's beautiful.
Mmm.
(EXHALES)
JASMINE: Hey, babe.
Oh, hey, babe.
Bet you never knew
I was such a good digger.
You like that?
You want that guy's d*ck
in your mouth?
- Mmm.
- Look at that f*cking pool.
There's a pickaxe there.
JASMINE: You want to get your
pregnant wife on the pickaxe?
Oh, yeah. Equality, baby.
JASMINE: Did you ever think
of an above-ground pool?
Oh, no, no, no.
They're for poor people.
JASMINE:
Ah, of course they are.
- It's pretty impressive.
- f*ck, yeah, it is!
Not too late, yeah?
Pool parties all summer.
With all our friends.
What about Becca?
Well, f*ck Becca.
- (LAWNMOWER STARTS)
- I've got you.
Ugh.
Give yourself a break
from the jacket.
It shouldn't be so hot
in November.
Why is it so bloody hot?
You don't have to
wear it tonight.
To Balthazar's.
This is our night, Richard.
I'll get you a glass.
Cory!
Oh, you're joking.
The bloody thing's locked.
Cory! Open this door!
Cory! Open the bloody door!
Cory?
LYN: Richard!
Could be an accident.
Oh, come on, Lyn,
do you really believe that?
I told you. I told you
it's a f*cking shakedown.
Cory! Open the f*cking door!
- Cory!
- Richard, please.
Just take a minute.
Go and finish your wine.
And then what? Hm?
The sun goes down
and we're still locked out
of our own bloody house?
Richard!
Stop it!
Cory!
Richard!
Cory, I'll bloody k*ll you!
Get down here right now!
Richard!
You little sh*t!
Richard, you need to calm down.
Oh, Dad, what the f*ck?
Give me the hammer!
Give it to me!
Give it to me!
You locked us out of
the f*cking house.
CORY: What are you
talking about?
You locked us out of the house!
I don't know what
you're talking about.
What the f*ck, Dad?
You smashed the f*cking window?
Yeah, because
you hid the spare key.
Are you out of
your f*cking mind?
- I was asleep.
- Oh, bullshit.
I know what's going on.
You're taking over.
- Enough! OK, stop it!
- Don't...
I'm sorry I didn't put it back.
I forgot.
Now, you've got
your special dinner.
Go.
Have fun.
Forget about all this.
Jas and I will
clean this mess up.
We're not going.
What? Why?
We just, um...
- We don't feel like going.
- We're not going anywhere.
Yeah, but you've been
looking forward to this.
You've been married
for 40 years.
We're not leaving the house.
OK.
So, we stay home.
We all celebrate.
We have some drinks,
put all this petty sh*t
about pools and keys behind us,
and we celebrate
what's important.
We celebrate family.
Maybe we should go.
Go where?
Leave.
They don't want us here.
What do you want to do, Jas?
You want to jump in the car,
drive into the night?
No. No, I don't know.
I'm not leaving on bad terms,
alright? I won't do it.
Jas, this is my family.
Y... Your dad's
f*cking furious.
We'll have a good night,
and we'll get back
in the good books.
Did you lock them
out of the house?
(DOOR CLOSES, LOCKS DOOR)
Jasmine.
I was hoping
that you'd help me.
That you'd... do my face.
Because you've
always looked so...
Uh... Yeah. I...
I could do that.
Now?
You've really
made yourself at home.
I look like an old bag.
Oh, no, you look fine.
Just relax.
(LYN SIGHS)
I'm glad we're celebrating.
Well, it's not all peaches.
How many years
have you been married now?
I wouldn't know.
Um...
Uh, four years.
Oh. That long?
I'm sorry you weren't there.
I...
I just, I didn't want a, um...
a big wedding.
I just, I didn't want
a big fuss.
And I... So, um, yeah,
and I j...
I wasn't...
I wasn't comfortable
with, um...
with you and Richard
paying for it.
So that's why we decided to
just keep it small.
Family's more important
than money.
It's more important
than your pride.
I know.
We should've been a part
of our only son's wedding.
I'm sorry.
If I could take it back,
I would.
(LIVELY JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS)
Whoo-woo!
(SHUTTER CLICKS)
(LAUGHS)
Let's play.
Cory!
What, now?
Chicken sh*t.
f*cking hell, Dad.
He's in.
Goody.
(WHISPERS) f*ck him up.
LYN: Go!
(SOFT FOOTSTEPS)
- (GASPS SOFTLY)
- (NEWSPAPERS CRACKLES SOFTLY)
(WHISPERS) Oh, sh*t.
Pause!
CORY: What?
Since when do we pause?
I'm pausing the game.
I'm slowing you down, Cory.
Here.
- Plug up your ears.
- What?
No, you have to be able to hear
to win.
Your father can't hear,
he can barely move.
You are a fit,
healthy young man
about to thrash
an aging senior.
- It's not a good look, Cory.
- This isn't fair.
If he took off
that f*cking jacket,
he wouldn't be so useless.
And I think you should play
one-handed.
This is bullshit.
Oh, come on, Cory. It's a game.
- OK.
- Right.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(SOFTLY) Ahh...
It won't roll properly!
LYN: Stop!
Your father's called time out.
CORY: What?
No, he never said time out.
LYN: Yeah, well,
I'm calling time out.
Hoo...
- LYN: The newspaper's wet.
- CORY: So what?
LYN: These won't get wet.
Oh, what the f*ck?
Just a bit of fun, Cory.
(THUDDING)
No, f*ck that,
we're playing for the jacket.
I'm gonna be buried
in this jacket.
Well, you're not hitting me
with a stick for nothing.
I win, you fill in
that f*cking hole.
And the jacket?
You can wear it for one night.
- No, at least a week.
- One night!
And no fornication.
(OVER PHONE) This is Sasha.
I can't get to
the phone right now.
If this is an emergency,
please call 000.
(BEEP!)
(EXHALES)
(GRUNTS FAINTLY)
(RUSTLING)
Agh! Oh!
- LYN: Ah!
- Ow!
- LYN: Cory!
- RICHARD: Jesus f*cking...
(SOFTLY) You little f*ck!
LYN: You thug!
Dad, the jacket?
You just hit your father
with a stick.
CORY: I won.
If your father
wasn't wearing this jacket,
you'd have broken the skin.
I won, Dad.
One night.
Just give them the money.
Get them out of here.
It's just a game, Dad.
You told me to be ruthless.
Here it is.
I won.
I wore this jacket
to a party in the Hills.
When I wore this jacket,
everybody thought
I was f*cking hot.
You think we don't know
what you're doing?
We know exactly
what's going on.
You want it back?
That what this is?
OK, you can have it back.
- RICHARD: Keep it on.
- No, no, take it back.
Keep it on!
You will always be
Richard Bennett's son.
We want you gone, tonight.
No f*cking way.
I'll loan you
half of what you asked for
if you get in your car
and leave.
A f*cking loan?!
I don't want
your money anymore!
Don't let the leather
go to your head, son.
Now...
$20,000.
It's enough to
make a difference.
- It's not enough.
- It's what you wanted.
It's what you came for.
It is not enough, Dad!
I'll give you 12 months,
interest-free.
It's a good deal, son.
I don't want
a f*cking deal, Dad.
You have millions.
Why couldn't you just
give this to me?
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
I can't get onto Sasha.
Oh, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck,
f*cking Christ.
- We'll go to the hospital.
- Oh, no.
We'll go to the hospital.
(SOIL CRUNCHES)
Dad, what the f*ck
are you doing?
RICHARD: My yard, my dirt,
my shovel.
- I'll do what the f*ck I like.
- Dad, stop it!
You don't tell me what to do.
I'm done f*cking helping.
LYN: I'm taking you
to the hospital.
I'm fine, Lyn.
Honestly.
It's just something that I ate.
Dad, stop!
Dad, f*cking stop it!
(OVER PHONE) Hi, this is Sasha.
If this is an emergency,
please call 000.
(BEEP!)
RICHARD: You think I'm selfish?
What makes you
any different, boy?
- You want what I have!
- Yes, of course I f*cking do!
You are me!
I did everything right!
It didn't work.
It doesn't f*cking work!
- Hi, this is Sasha.
- (SOBS)
SASHA: If this is an emergency,
please call 000.
Stop it, Dad! Stop it!
Agh...
f*cking stop it!
Ah! f*ck! Agh!
Get off me!
- Stop, Dad!
- (JASMINE SCREAMS)
Jas?
Cory!
(GASPS)
(COUGHS)
(RICHARD GRUNTS)
Savage!
No!
(LYN GRUNTS)
(LYN SHOUTS)
(LYN AND CORY GROAN)
LYN: Agh!
- f*ck! Mum! Agh!
- (LYN GROANS)
- LYN: Agh!
- (THUD! SPLASH!)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Oh, f*ck.
f*ck.
Mum!
(SOFTLY) Ah, ah, ah, ah
Stayin' alive
Stayin' alive
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Stayin' alive
Stayin' alive
Life's going nowhere
Somebody help me
Life's going nowhere, yeah
(SNIFFLES)
Life's going nowhere
Somebody help me
I'm staying alive...
(EXHALES)
(INAUDIBLE)
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
(SOBS)
(JASMINE GROANS)
(GROANS)
(GASPS, PANTS)
Jas?
(JASMINE GROANS AND GASPS)
- Uh... Um...
- (GROANS)
Hey, hey, what do I...
What do I do?
(WAILS)
f*cking google it!
(SOBS)
OK, come on.
- Here we go.
- (SOBS)
(AUDIO PLAYS INDISTINCTLY)
Cory...
I need you.
(SOBS) I can't do it.
(DRAMATIC CHORAL MUSIC PLAYS)
(JASMINE SCREAMS)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(JASMINE GROANS AND PANTS)
(SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS)
(BABY CRIES)
JASMINE: Oh...
(QUIETENS)
JASMINE: Shh, shh, shh.
(MUSIC ENDS)
- (BABY FUSSES)
- CORY: Shh.
(JASMINE WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)
(ETHEREAL CHORAL MUSIC PLAYS)
(SINGING ENDS, MUSIC CONTINUES)
(WHISPERS FAINTLY)
(SINGING CONTINUES)
Pool parties all summer.
With all our friends.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
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