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What does it mean, like,

when you've got guys
in orange suits,

just climbing around
in the roof at work?

Asbestos?

My parents are always, like,
complaining

that they never meet
any "like-minded" Australians.

I've had to hide my parents away
because they're so right-wing.

I think your dad
was having a cheeky crack at my mum.

WHISPERS: Oh, my God!

Last year, my sister got pregnant
as soon as she started trying.

Why are MY ovaries being so picky?

My people have also had a hard time.
Your people?

Redheads.

We're still waiting
for OUR apology, Gary.

PHONE PINGS
"Sexy"? Who the fuck is sexy?!

Ouch.

It's a private text, Brett.

And you're fired... again.

PHONE DINGS

Oh, my gosh. My mum just sent me
a text asking for your dad's number.

Urgh!
Really?! Yeah.

Maybe she just wants to organise
another dinner with my folks.

Yeah, maybe.
Mm.

Although she has been acting out
lately.

Apparently, she bought a toe ring
last week,

and Dad said she's threatening
to actually wear it.

Well, tell her my dad
doesn't have a phone.

I can't lie.

My sister said
she'd give me 500 bucks

if I didn't lie for two whole weeks.

Well, how would she know?
Oh, she'd just know.

It's a sister thing.
Isn't that more of a twin thing?

You wouldn't understand.

You're gonna give your mum
my dad's number,

potentially causing an affair,

just because you don't wanna lie
to your sister?

Yeah, well,
it's more about the money.

Although I do wanna stop
the cycle of lying.

SHE SIGHS

You know, once when I was a kid,
when my sister was four,

I told her that anyone
under the age of six,

if they eat a brown M&M,
they just, like, completely die.

On the spot.

So I got, like, two years' worth
of brown M&Ms.

It was amazing.
You're a terrible sister.

Oh, also, you know when I tell you

that I can't hear you
in the bathroom?

Yeah?
I can hear everything.

No! Yeah.
No. Yeah.

Why can't I hear you?
Cos I poo at work.

Ew.
What?

You can hear me poo?
Yeah.

Why did you have to tell me that?
Why couldn't you have lied?

I'm never gonna poop again.

I'm driving into traffic.
Whoa! No-no-no-no!

# Let's go
Whatcha waitin' for?

# Ya prayers are already answered

# Do you really want it?
Ain't got no time to waste

# Let's go
Green light

# Step on the gas
Don't let no-one pass

# Put some pep in ya steps
Follow me this way

# Red light, green light

# Red light, green light

# Red light, green light, go

# Do you wanna go, go, go?

# I'ma, I'ma run this show

# Red light, go
Do you wanna go?

# Do you wanna go?
Hey

# Do you wanna?

# Do you wanna
Go? #

Itchy suit.

You'll be glad
you're not wearing high-vis

when you're paying school fees.

Yeah, you'll be sorry
when you've shaved off all my edges

and there's nothing left of the man
you fell in love with.

No-one's got time
to shave all your edges, mate.

PHONE HOOTS

Todd's just texted me.

Crying Todd, or Boss Todd?
Boss Todd.

He's saying we're having lunch
with the new CEO today,

but the weirdo signed off
with a kiss.

Do I respond with a kiss?
I guess so.

Seems a bit intimate.

If you don't reciprocate
with a kiss,

then you're leaving him
hanging out to dry.

No-one likes that.

TEXT PINGS

Capital X?
Mm, what's wrong with that?

Well, instead of saying kiss,
which is basically just punctuation,

you're saying KISS,

which means
you actually wanna kiss him.

I didn't even wanna send him a kiss.
You made me do it.

I didn't make you do anything!
You were seeking my counsel.

Shit!

He's my direct superior,

and I may as well have just sent him
a dick pic.

Catastrophising again.
Remember what the counsellor said?

You need perspective.

Nope. I'll be back wearing high-vis
quicker than you can say Don Burke.

I shouldn't have said anything.

I only brought it up
because I notice these things.

But he's not gonna notice or care.
Seriously.

PHONE HOOTS

That Todd?
Yep.

What's it say?
It's a question mark.

You've still got all your high-vis,
right?

Hey, thanks for the lift to work,
Lukas.

No worries, mate.

It's a very cool dog.
Yeah, thanks. Barney.

What type?

It's just your bulk-standard
bloody yellow dog.

Lucky it's not a black dog, eh?
Yeah. What? What do you mean?

Yeah, like the dog of depression.

Oh, right, yeah. Got ya, got ya.

Sorry, don't suffer from depression,
do you?

No, no, no, no.

Mild anxiety. You know what I mean?
Yeah, right.

How about you?

Oh, erm, yeah, I get sad sometimes.

I mean, I'm not taking a tablet
for it or anything, I just...

I just swim.

You like to swim?
Yeah, I love to swim, I...

Yeah? Yeah.
What's your stroke?

Have a guess.
Doggie paddle.

No. Hey.
Hey.

No, I'm a butterfly man.
Butterfly?!

Yeah, which is havoc
on the shoulders.

That's hardcore.
Yeah, it canes it. It canes it.

There's a lotta...
But you're pretty...

You're big and strong, good...

So, are you gay?
What?!

Are you gay?
No. Yes. Yes, I am.

That's good.
It's going... going good?

STRAINED: Yeah.

Yeah, it's going...
going good as a gay guy, yeah.

That's good. Sorry, that was...

Yeah, I didn't ask that right.

Nah, nah, nah, it's fine.
You're just not, you're not like...

You're not like other gay guys
I know.

Actually, don't really know many.
Gay guys you know?

You're kind of...
OK. What do you mean? Like, poofy?

You're my only gay friend.
Oh... thanks.

Can I, er...
Can I ask you a question?

I'm not gay.
OK.

You know, this morning, you told me
you loved me in your sleep.

Well, I've woken up now, Gary.

Calm down.
YOU calm down!

Why are YOU upset?

Because you didn't put up any fight

when your parents kicked me out
of their house.

You asked my dad
if he knew Stan Grant,

and when he asked why,
you said, "Because he's Aboriginal."

It's a fact.

We all don't know each other,
Bridget.

We're a race,
not an indoor soccer club.

I was just making conversation.

Then you said,
"Stan's one of the good ones,"

whatever that's supposed to mean.

Oh, Gary, don't be jealous.

You're still
my second favourite Aborigine.

Can you stop saying "Aborigine"?
It's not 1965.

Look,
I'm just trying to build bridges

for reconciliation through humour.

Didn't know
there were so many rules.

Well, there's just one rule,
Bridge, stop being ignorant...

I can do that.
..and racist.

Well, that's two rules.

And... define "racist".

You did an impression

of Chris Lilley doing an impression
of a Black fella.

And when Dad asked you to stop,
you said,

oh, it's OK,
because you're practically Black,

because you're having a Black baby.

You may scoff, Gary,

but ever since I've been carrying
our native child...

"Native child"?

I have felt a deep spiritual
connection to the land.

Oh!
My land.

My people have been
putting up with this whitey bullshit

for over 200 years.
White "people".

It's high time you educate yourself,
Bridget.

If not for the sake
of our relationship,

then for our child.

I... love you?

MACCA SNORING

No, no, not the balls.

N-N-N-Not the balls!
Macca, sweetheart.

Mm?
You're having a nightmare, babe.

Are you nervous
about the fertility test results?

HE SNORTS
No!

Just dreaming about your balls,
then?

HE SIGHS,
CLEARS THROAT

Jessica...

I've decided that
if I'm the one that's infertile,

then... I don't wanna hold you back
from having kids.

And I give you permission
to look for another fella,

while you've still got your looks.

That's so sweet of you, babe.

What are you gonna do
in this scenario?

Oh, don't worry about me.

I've got my career,
and rugby league.

And... after you've had your kids,

and you get sick
of your new husband,

then maybe you can come back to me.

Maybe by then you would've sorted
out your snoring situation.

And you would've discovered

that other men are actually messier
than I am.

Maybe, or I might have discovered
that you're actually the worst,

and I dodged a bullet.

Maybe I'll be rich and have servants
to clean up after me.

I'll think you're a dick,
having servants.

I won't wanna go back to you.

Maybe I won't want you coming back
anyway.

Good. I fuckin' won't.
Oh, good!

You know,
you could be shooting water,

and I'm never gonna leave you.

Thanks, babe. Same here.

Besides, we could always use
a sperm donor.

What?

Hey, can I ask you
a personal question?

Yeah.
Why do people hate me?

Is that a personal question?
Well, it's personal to me.

Right, erm... well,
I don't think that people hate you.

Mm.

Hey, I wonder if you could maybe
do some undercover,

you know, work on what people think.

You know,
just sort of a deeper investigation

on that with the employees?

Sure.

You know, when I first met you...

You thought I was gay?
Seriously?

Cos of the whole hair
and cheekbone thing?

No. No self-respecting gay man
would wear Lynx deodorant.

Are you 15?

How old ARE you anyway?
I'm not telling.

Oh, man, cos you look like you could
be anywhere from 15 to, like...

..52.

Well, I'm somewhere in there.
Huh.

And you're not telling me
because you're embarrassed,

like this isn't quite where you
thought you would be

at this age?

No, no, no, this is it.
This is where I was aiming.

Oh, this is
where you dreamed you'd be?

Yeah.
Driving me.

Absolutely.
TINA CHUCKLES

God. Where did you go wrong?

You could be a model.

I mean, have you ever thought
about modelling?

Not like... Not like Calvin Klein,

but maybe, like, Kmart underwear
or something like that?

I do look good in a pair of Sluggos.
Yeah.

Have you ever noticed, like,
when a model goes missing,

it's always "model missing".

It is, right?
Right?

It's always specific.

Like, if it's a plumber
or bus driver

it'll be like "man missing",
"woman missing",

but when it's a model,
like, "model missing!"

It's like,
"we've lost a pretty person!"

Well, no-one wants to see
someone beautiful die.

No.

I mean could you imagine,
heaven forbid,

that I didn't show up
for work tomorrow cos I was dead.

You'd never get over it.

No I... I would. I would be OK.

# Let's go. #

RADIO: 'It's 9am, and a reminder

'that landscape work
will be happening on the M5 tonight,

'so if you see a bunch of guys
with neck tattoos

'making each other cups of tea,
be sure to say hi.

'Breaking news - the M4 is back
running smoothly,

'and I'm back on Tinder. It's 5pm.'

# Let's go
Uh-huh. #

Talia, I have news.

Oh, my God, me too. Oh, no, no, no,
please let me go first, please!

No, mine's more important, so...

No, mine's really important.
Come on.

I'm pretty sure mine's
more important than yours.

Please!

OK, you go first.

OK, so as you know,

I've sworn to tell the truth,
the whole truth,

nothing but the truth,
so help me God. Mm-hm.

So, today I went on this lunch date
with this guy,

and he asked me
a bunch of questions,

and I was just completely
honest with him,

and I think
I completely destroyed him.

Like what?

Well, OK, so, he asked me
what I was like in a relationship,

and I said, "OK, well,

"I'm exceptional for
the first couple weeks, you know,

"but obviously then
I run out of puff,

"then become emotionally
unavailable, start ghosting you,

"which kind of drives you
to cheat on me,

"which obviously I find out
after I hack into your phone,

"and then contrive to be
the offended party."

And then he was like,
"OK, what's your impression of me?"

and I was like...
NASAL VOICE: "Um, hello, I'm Eric,

"and I work in finance,

"and I probably have a sex doll
at home."

So there's obviously gonna be
a second date.

Probably not, actually.

Had to hold him
for a good 45 minutes after that.

It was then and there I decided
that there is a difference

between being honest
and being a psychopath.

So you're going back
to lying occasionally?

No, OK? I'm gonna stick
with this truth-telling thing.

ROMI GROANS

Kidding! That was a lie.

ROMI LAUGHS
It's good to be back.

OK, my news.

EXHALES HEAVILY

So, my cousin saw my dad making out
with a woman in a car

at the end of the street.

Like, dry rooting making out.

Who was the woman?

Well, he couldn't kind of see
through the window,

but whoever she was...
she was wearing a toe ring.

Fuck off! Oh, Mum, no!

Your news was more important.
Yeah, and it gets worse.

Those guys who climbed into the roof
in jumpsuits

weren't looking for ghosts,
they were looking for asbestos.

Ooh!

I wonder what the workers comp
pay-out is for asbestos-itis.

At least 20 grand, right?

Hope I get it.

Hey, thanks for driving me home.

No worries.

You didn't have to wait around
for three hours, though.

Have you got a crush on me?

No! God, you're totally not my type.

Really?
No.

What's your type?

Oh, obviously, yeah, like, bookish,
nerdy, scruffy. That's my thing.

Oh, yeah?

I reckon if I had to,

I'd have gay sex
with Matthew McConaughey.

Really?
Mm.

Seems weird, he's very manly.

What do you mean by that?

Oh, I just thought you'd go
for a more girly type of guy.

No, mate, no, I'm like you.
In for a penny, in for a pound.

OK. All right. Who else, then?

Keanu Reeves.
Right.

Brad Pitt.
Obviously.

Owen Wilson.
That broken nose is pretty sexy.

Sheesh. You've got quite a list
going on there.

Lacey, can I...
can I ask you something?

Have you ever like,
mucked around with another bloke?

Experimented, you know,
in some way, sexually?

What, what do you mean, like...

..in the showers
after footy practice,

when everyone's gone home, and...

..it's just the two of you,

and you keep your jumpers
over your head,

so you can't see each other.

Exactly like... Yes, that!

No.

Bloody hell, cricket tonight.

Come home to my place,
watch the cricket,

er, you bring some beers-ies,
you know. Whatever.

Yeah, I... I'd really like that.
Yeah.

Maybe, erm...

afterwards, you know...

..have a Cornetto.

Oh, I'm not really a fan
of Cornettos.

Maybe you are. You don't know.

Just maybe, er,
I'll have a Cornetto,

I'll start eating it, like,

"Oh, jeez, this is bloody good
Cornetto going on here."

You go, "Jeez, that Cornetto
looks all right,

"I might have a little bit of a..."

And you know, there's no pressure.
No pressure.

You don't have to have the Cornetto,
You might want to have the Cornetto.

You know, safe space,

just come over,
have a bloody Cornetto.

Just two blokes, having a Cornetto.

Do you want a Cornetto?

COUGHING

It's probably the asbestos

people are saying
they found at work.

I don't know how much time
I have left.

I've got to get my affairs
in order.

Just drop me at my old place.

I need a few days to think.

I'm too old to be messed around,
Gary.

Just tell me - is this a break,
or a break-up?

Did you shrug?

Shrugging wasn't one of the options,
Gary. Jesus!

Look,
I'll be a supportive co-parent,

but to be honest, I'm not sure
our relationship has legs.

Well...

it's probably a little late,
but I made you something.

Other than a baby, that is.

You made a cake at work?

Bought it, but I did the icing.

"Sorry I was a racis."

I ran out of icing.

Thank you for the badly spelt cake,
but I still need some time to think.

You're a good person, Bridge,

it's just that no-one bothered
to educate you when you were young.

Look, I'd love to spend
our time apart educating myself,

but I've got to raise two daughters

whilst preparing to have
another one,

because you, and I quote,
"are triggered by condoms".

If and when you decide
to forgive me

for being a little bit ignorant
yet well-intentioned,

and you come over to my house
and I'm not there,

I've probably died
from asbestos poisoning.

DRY COUGH

Asbestos causes mesothelioma,

and patients generally survive
two years after diagnosis,

so at least you'll still be able
to have the baby,

and I can look after it.

Sounds like you couldn't give a shit
whether I live or die.

I'd very sad if anything happened
to you, Bridget.

"Very sad"? That's not enough.
I need "devastated"!

But my major concern
is for the baby.

Why don't you take that cake
and shove it up your arse?!

Why don't you take this cake,
give it a spell check?

Then I'll shove it up my arse!

So you will shove it up your arse?
Probably.

How was lunch with the CEO?

Blew it.
Really?

She was going on about how important
health and fitness was,

and she said
to increase productivity,

we all need to be fitter.

I said, "Yeah, tell me about it.

"I used to have the body
of a footballer,

"and now I've got the body
of a fantasy footballer."

That's a funny joke.
Did you make it up?

No, but everyone laughed.

And then the CEO said that I had
to stop putting myself down,

and I had to learn
how to love myself.

Americans hate self-deprecation,

cos they all think
they're so awesome.

That's why they've got
so many talent shows.

I know.

So now she doesn't think
I've got the confidence to move up.

So then I started bragging
about stuff,

but that just sounded weird.

How was your day?

It was a bit dramatic.

I had to talk one of the pickers

out of jumping off the roof
of the warehouse.

What?
His wife left him.

Long story short, I talked him down,
and he's gonna be fine.

Well, I also have some news.

Oh, right.

So we're done talking about
how I stopped a guy

from jumping to his certain death!

No, we can keep talking
about it more if you like?

No, that's the whole story.
What's your news?

Oh, just, my immediate boss
no longer thinks I want to kiss him.

Well, great.

Is that all you were gonna tell me?
Is that not enough for you?

It's just there was a bit
of a build-up,

so thought there might be
something else? No. Just that.

And I'm infertile.

So if you want to move on
from Shooter McBlanks over here,

I'll understand.

I hear that roof guy's single.

I got my test results back too.

And?

Well, doctor told me
I'm a poor IVF candidate,

which I find hard to believe.

And she doesn't think it's worth
me undergoing IVF

with my own eggs.

Babe.

PHONE CHIMES

That's the roof guy.
He doesn't waste any time, does he?

Well, he's just thanking me
for talking him off the roof.

Is that a capital X?

In my left-hand pocket,

there is an unbiased
and anonymous record

of what 20 random K2 employees
think of you.

Try not to take it all
too seriously,

cos you're under a lot of stress
with the asbestos,

and your husband cheating on you,
and these jokers don't know that.

OK, who said,
"She's the Willy Wonka of bullshit?"

Yeah, they participated
in the survey

only if it was anonymous, so...

"She looks like someone brought
a mannequin halfway back to life"?

What does that even mean?

See, I knew it was a bad idea.

What am I, like, wooden?

Like, what's a halfway-back-to-life
mannequin look like?

I don't know.

If you do that, you look like it,
but not normally.

Just trying to figure it out.

"Tina has all the traits
you'd expect from an excellent CEO."

There you go.

"She's a dead-eyed predator
incapable of human warmth."

Fuck them!

I don't care if they think
I'm a hate-filled twat-monster.

I'm here to run a company,
not to make friends.

You know what, Tina?

You are not a hate-filled
twat-monster. I don't think you are.

I think they just need
to get to know you.

Thanks, Brett.

But they will never get to know me.

And I will find each
and every one of them,

and I will fire them.

Motherfuckers!

Look, the point is it was just
a really small section of...

idiots who I surveyed.

Don't worry about it.

Well, my staff hates me,
my husband's cheating on me,

but I do have a great driver.

Thanks.

And I happen to have an amazing
Bolognese sauce at my house

that he's welcome to sample
if he'd like.

Do you know that if you add
a dash of milk to Bolognese sauce,

it's a total game changer?

Are you asking me in to dinner?

I'm not inviting you to dinner.

I'm inviting you to sample
my Bolognese sauce

with a dash of milk.

I love you.

More than Stan Grant.

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