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[Dramatic music plays]

[High-pitched ringing builds, stops]

-[Clears throat] Your Honor?

-Well, this seems to me to be fairly cut and dry.

The attempts the defense has made to paint Mr. Holloway

as a man positively filled to bursting with remorse...

...laughable, frankly.

You stand there, talk, talk, talk --

"So sorry. Never do it again."

But you did, didn't you? Do it.

Again, again, again.

This wasn't just a one-time thing.

This was all the time.

A myriad of chances to act on your professed conscience.

None taken.

So...with that in mind...

...with that in mind... [High-pitched ringing]

...with that in mind, Mr. Holloway, please stand.

Grant Holloway, on these eight counts

of sexual violation of a minor,

I sentence you to 16 years' imprisonment.

[Spectators murmuring] With a mimit--

With a minimum non-parole period of nine years.

-[Whispering] Thank you.

-On the charge of reckless abandonment...

-[Voice breaking] Thank you. Thank you.

-...of reckless abandonment -- on the --

-Thank you. Thank you.

-Where there are no lions, hyenas rule.

Wouldn't you agree, madam? -I...

-That where there are no lions, then hyenas rule?

-Uh, I don't... -You mustn't thank me.

I don't want your thanks.

You're culpable.

You put your children at risk -- five children.

Helpless, vulnerable.

And you knew.

You knew full well what was going on, and you did nothing.

Deplorable.

So no, please don't thank me.

Search your soul instead.

You're not the victim here.

Do you understand? You're not.

There's no excuse. You're culp--

culp...lable.

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Glass sliding]

Despicab-- [Gags]

[Exhales deeply, grunts]

[Spectators gasping, murmuring]

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Machinery whirring]

[Music continues]

[Velcro crackling]

[Button clicks]

[High-pitched ringing]

[Music continues]

-Ahh.

[Air hissing, monitor beeping]

[Indistinct conversations] - Ooh! Ooh!

Granddad, did you get your present?

-Yes. The nice lady's just getting it ready.

Oh. Righto.

I see.

[Children laughing, woman speaking indistinctly]

Tieke, saddleback -- 12:00 p.m.

- It's my turn. Get out of the way.

Hi, Granddad! You like your new clock?

[Children laughing]

-You good, Nigel? You lost?

You need anything? You're good?

Morning. You're good?

You're good.

[Birds chirping, door beeps]

[Door beeps, handle rattling]

Oh, for fuck's sake.

[Chair whirring]

-[Coughing]

-Oh.

Much obliged.

[Man coughs, exhales deeply]

-[Laughing] Oh.

You want to watch out for that one.

I reckon he knows when you're about to...

Kkht. [Chuckles]

Ah.

-Oh. No. Thank you.

-Ah. You're...not from around these parts, huh?

-I'm a judge in the city.

-Oh. What are you doing in a shithole like this?

-No one's really admitting people at the moment,

especially from hospitals --

at least within my price bracket.

-Pour the pension into the pokies, did you?

-Oh, God, no.

The four most dangerous words in the investment world are

"This time, it's different."

-[Laughs] You're still stuck with us!

-No. It's temporary.

-[Coughs, groans]

[Birds chirping]

Hey, hey, hey. Aah! Hey! Hey!

Hey! [Screaming]

-Help!

Help!

-Oh, no! -Help! Oh!

Help!

[Screaming continues] Help!

[Voice echoing, man snoring]

[Snoring continues]

[Lid snaps, urine trickling]

[Hinges creaking]

[Guitar strums]

-♪ Down at the English fair ♪

♪ One evening I was there ♪

♪ When I heard the showman shouting ♪

♪ Underneath the flair ♪

[Inhales deeply]

♪ "Terry's got a lovely bunch of coconuts ♪

♪ There they are, all hanging in a row ♪

♪ Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head ♪

♪ Give 'em a twist, a flick of the wrist" ♪

♪ That's what the showman said ♪

♪ Oh! ♪ Who's next?

-Me. [Music continues]

-♪ "Olive's got a lovely bunch of coconuts ♪

♪ There they are, all hanging in a row ♪

♪ A big one, a small one, one as big as your head ♪

♪ Give it a twist, a flick of the wrist" ♪

♪ That's what the showman said ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Stefan's got a lovely -- ♪

♪ Moira's got a lovely bunch of coconuts ♪

♪ Every ball you bowl will make me rich ♪

♪ There goes my wife, the idol of my life ♪

♪ Singing, "Roll a bowl, a ball, a penny a pitch" ♪

♪ Oh, roll a bowl, a ball, a penny a pitch ♪

♪ Roll a bowl, a ball, a penny a pitch ♪

♪ Singing, "Roll a bowl, a ball, really roll a bowl, a ball" ♪

♪ Singing, "Roll a bowl, a ball, a penny a pitch" ♪

[Singing, music fade]

-Stay clear of that lot over there.

They're nuts.

Given toys to play with like children.

Some of them think they are, too.

You here long?

Oh, me either. Just over Christmas.

My family's gone to Vanuatu for the holidays.

But they'll be back soon.

Too soon isn't soon enough if you ask me.

But I'll be gone soon -- soon as Christmas is over.

My family dropped me here while they're in Vanuatu for a while.

I...I didn't want to go.

I said I'd be all right.

Just waiting for them to come back now.

Shouldn't be long.

Soon as Christmas is over.

How much longer, do you think? [Music continues]

-It's October. Early October.

-♪ Coconuts... ♪

-Up you get. Up.

-We made it very clear it was a double-occupancy room.

-Yes, and excuse me. That may very well be.

But what I'm trying to make clear to you is

that information was not conveyed to me.

-Oh, your social worker should have --

-Well, they didn't.

That's the situation we're in now.

So please don't prevaricate.

Do you know what "prevaricate" means?

It means to beat about the bush, which is to stall,

to evade, to waste my time. -Uh...

-It doesn't matter what you think should have happened,

what you want to have happened.

What did happen is I was misinformed,

and now I want to be moved to another room.

-All of our medical suites are double occupancy.

So once your recovery has progressed, we can see about

putting you on the wait list. -Wait list?

-But that is going to take some managing.

In the meantime, why don't you try engaging with your bubble?

Make some friends.

-I'll be better soon. Then I'm gone.

-And we can both look forward to that day, then, can't we?

-Madeleine? [Man screaming]

-You'll love Tony Garfield.

-Madeleine, we need you. [Screaming continues]

-Everybody loves Tony. He played rugby for New Zealand.

-I fear the intersection of our interests may be a tad narrow.

My exposure to rugby has largely been limited

to watching its players dodge rape charges.

Oh, shit.

-Here. Just let me -- -No. I can do it.

-Okay. So if you just get the -- -No. I can!

-Okay. Let's just -- -I can do it.

[Indistinct conversations, cart rattling]

-Let's try one more, okay?

[Woman groaning]

-Okay? -[Grunts]

-It's okay. Take your time. Take your time.

I'll -- Okay. Um, I'll come back, okay?

Hey, David.

I'm just going to get Jenny Pen so you can eat properly, okay?

-Yeah. We just tend to leave that.

[Indistinct conversations]

- The time is 12:35.

-What are you reading? -I'm not really.

Trying to, but... I have trouble now.

-Where are we, love? -The Green Parrot!

-Couple of true-blue lovebirds you got over there.

-"'Tis times' plague when madmen lead the blind."

-Righto.

- The time is 12...

-Might have the time, mate, but you have no bloody use for it.

-[Chuckles softly]

-Josie -- that's my, uh, third youngest --

she gave me one of those Tom Clancy books for Father's Day.

Well, I'm not much of a reader,

but it's a real ripper of a yarn.

This joker, um, Jack what's-his-face

gets the bloody job done.

I'll tell you what. It's a real ripper.

Uh, what's it called? Uh...

Oh, bugger me.

"The Sum of..." "Sum of --"

-"The Sum of All Fears."

-Oh, you've read it? -Mnh-mnh.

-It's interesting. It's all about this --

-I know what it's about.

-But...you never read it.

-All those books are about the same thing.

-Would anyone like some tea?

Coffee? Tea? Coffee? Tea? [Woman stammering]

[High-pitched ringing]

[Woman stammering, sounds echoing]

[Ringing builds, stops] -When you're ready.

Yep. Just when you're ready.

-Hm? -Just when you're ready.

Hand on the table.

We'll just use this one.

We want these muscles to recover.

That's it. So slide along the table.

Open up those fingers. -Mm.

-Really look at what you're doing.

We want your brain to recover. -[Grunts softly]

-Open up your fingers.

That's it . Keep going. Keep going. Keep going.

Reaching out, sliding towards the cup.

[Man laughing]

[Cup clattering] -Oh. [Groans]

-No problem. -[Laughing]

-Okay. We're gonna go again.

Look at what you're doing.

Reach out those fingers.

-♪ For the tree was born in a thunderstorm... ♪

-Hand on the table. Can you hold the cup?

Can you hold it?

[Man laughing, cup clatters]

Can you pick up the cup?

-[Laughing loudly] -Let's try that again.

Look at what you're doing.

[Dishes rattling]

-Jasmine, can you pass me a towel?

Jas?

-I'll manage.

-You s-- You sure? I'll be two tics.

-Stronger than I look.

-Okay. Um...shit. Okay.

Just...Yeah.

[Door opens, footsteps echoing]

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Water splashes]

[Water bubbling]

[Music continues]

-Oh, my God! -[Coughs]

-Breathe. Breathe. Just breathe.

You're all right.

[Bed whirring]

-All right.

Let's stick to showers from now on, okay, Morty?

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Footsteps approaching]

[Indistinct talking in distance]

-"Cities or towns beginning with 'U.'"

-Yeah. You got it. Who's that, then?

Well, if it isn't Dave Crealy.

You out causing mischief, are you?

Painting the town red?

Seriously, though, mate. It's time for bed.

-Hello, Jenny Pen.

-Yeah. Good night, Jenny Pen.

Come on, mate. Off to bed.

There you go.

There you go.

Okay. [Bell chimes]

So, an arty joke.

Sounds like little Arthur may asphyxiate on his food.

A-something, T-something, something.

I don't know. A-something, T-something...

-Artichoke.

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Woman humming softly]

-Merry Christmas. [Chuckles softly]

Is my family here for me?

I've been here a fortnight. They'll be expecting me.

-You've been here for years.

Hello?

Anybody home?

-[Snorts, exhales deeply]

-[Breathing heavily]

[Dramatic music plays]

-[Gasps]

[Gasping]

Aah! Aah!

[Exhales sharply]

-[Whimpers]

[Music builds, ends]

-No. No.

No. No. I will not need that.

Not until somebody -- Oh, finally.

-Let's get back to bed.

I'm here. I came. Let's just -- It's okay, everyone.

Everything's all right. Back into your rooms, please.

-Everything is not all right. -Let's just calm down, shall we?

-That's all anyone will say to me is to calm down,

after what's been done to me.

-I am aware of the situation. Please lower your voice.

-Then I want to know what you're going to do about it.

-Well, we're going to get you cleaned up.

-Oh, I'm glad that's on the cards,

but that's not what I'm asking.

I want to know what you're going to do about my assailant.

-Who? -Dave Crealy.

-Dave? -Can't --

Can't you confine him to the dementia wing

-or put him away somew-- -Mr. Mortensen,

Dave is a paying resident here, just as you are.

-I'm sitting in my own emissions here, woman.

-Oh, so they are yours? -My...

-The emissions. -Yes, they're --

Oh, look. I explained all this. -Okay.

Well, if he was responsible -- -If? If?

-I'm not suggesting you made it up...

-Oh, you're not suggesting? Well, good!

-...but sometimes people can experience night terrors...

-Night terrors?

-...when they're adjusting to a new environment.

-I'm not some prepubescent tot with a weak bladder.

I saw what I saw.

-Sometimes people get confused. -I'm not confused.

-Right now, people are trying -- -Oh, for fuck--

Ask the st-- the national treasure, the star witness.

-Tony?

-No idea what he's on about.

That fella starts kicking up a fuss out of the blue

in the middle of the night.

Scares me half to death.

-Dave's out to it, as expected.

-I'm telling you that Dave Crealy was in my room.

-Mike, can you please help get the other residents settled?

-No. No. No. You listen to me.

-I will look into it in the morning.

Grace, Jasmine, can you please get Mr. Mortensen cleaned up

and back into bed?

-Good night, Mr. Mortensen. -Don't walk awa--

-Good night, Mr. Mortensen. -No. Don't walk away...

from -- from me.

-Lily, back into your bed, please.

Mike, can you clean up those pajamas?

The lights are going out in five minutes, everybody.

- ...time is 12:35 p.m.

-Pumpkin soup Tuesday is pretty nice, eh?

Pumpkin soup Tuesday. Yeah.

Oh. More tea.

[Indistinct conversations]

-Oh, Dave. You silly Billy.

You know we're not sharing food.

If you want more soup, I can get you some,

but this one is Olive's.

Cool?

Hello, David. Oh, no.

Ah. Yes. It's such a shame.

Yeah. I can get you more tea or coffee.

Tea?

[Down-tempo music plays]

-All right?

Hi, Mary. How are you?

[Music continues]

[Music playing, choir singing]

-Here you are, Olive. It's hot. It's hot.

[Cart rattling]

-All gone.

Ain't that a bugger, Garbunkle?

[Music continues]

-Really?

Is that the best you could muster?

This man has a rich history of failure and regret

you can excavate.

Huh? We can do better.

Let's see.

Tony Garfield.

"Gunner" Garfield, wasn't it?

You know, they say the best thing

that ever happened to his career was the knee injury --

because he sat on the bench and watched.

Oh, and what about the time when they won the World Cup

and the coach got up and said, "Thank you, Tony.

We could never have done it with you"?

Well, I -- I have had a bit of a stroke.

What's your excuse?

Overmedicated stupefaction?

Softening of the brain, perhaps?

Or have you always been a stupid cunt?

- The time is 4:21 p.m.

[Music continues]

-I'll see you tonight.

-What's happening here?

Oh! Get Mr. Mortensen to his room, please.

-Oh, yes. That'd be right. Remove the weapon.

[Wind whistling]

[Branches creaking]

-Night. -See ya.

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Clanking in distance]

[Music builds, continues]

-[Breathing heavily]

-[High-pitched voice] Who rules, Tony?

-Jenny Pen.

-That's right.

-[Grunts]

-Good boy.

You're on Jenny Pen's side, aren't you?

-[Gasps, groans] -[Growls]

[Jabbering]

Had enough? Huh?

Had enough, old son? [Jabbering]

-You're not allowed to do this!

[Gasping]

-You stay still now, Judge.

[High-pitched voice] And don't you call out

or you'll get worse.

-[Coughing, breathing heavily]

-[Giggles]

[Door opens, closes]

-Some nights I may have got away with a slap or two.

That's it.

Now he has a fucking audience.

[Clock ticking]

[Collar jingling]

[Man breathing heavily]

[Hinges creaking, door rattles]

[Gine Pitney's "If I Only Had Time" plays]

-[Whistling]

♪ If I only had time ♪

♪ Only time ♪

♪ So much to do ♪

♪ If I only had time ♪

♪ If I only had time ♪

♪ Dreams to pursue ♪

♪ If I only had time ♪

♪ They'd be mine ♪

♪ Time, like the wind ♪

♪ Goes a-hurryin' by ♪

♪ And the hours just fly ♪

♪ Where to begin? ♪

♪ There are mountains I'd climb ♪

♪ If I had time ♪

♪ Since I met you, I thought ♪

♪ Life really is too short ♪

♪ But loving you ♪

♪ So many things ♪

♪ We could make true ♪

♪ One whole century ♪

♪ Isn't enough to satisfy me ♪

♪ Time, like the wind ♪

♪ Goes a-hurryin' by ♪

♪ And the hours just fly ♪

♪ Where to begin? ♪

♪ There are mountains I'd climb ♪

♪ If I only had time ♪

[Whistling]

[Music continues]

♪ If I only had time ♪

♪ Only time ♪ [Inhaler hisses]

[Whistling]

[Music fades] [Indistinct conversations]

-Hand on the rail, Shirley.

-All right, Miriam?

-Okay. We're gonna be turning right.

-Hey, Dave.

Do you mind if we have a wee chat?

Now, Stefan Mortensen has told me...

-Hey, where you off to?

Where are you off to, silly-Billy Steve?

Come on. Back here. Back with me.

We're just going down the hallway.

How are we going today? [Indistinct conversations]

-Monitor syringe drivers for three palliative patients.

-Frank, what are you doing?

Frank, back with me. Come on.

Come on. Back in the group. That's it.

Thank you, Frank. Thank you for your time.

[Door opens, closes] -[Sighs]

Oh. Yes, Frankie. I need you to come and help Joy.

-Yeah. -She needs some assistance.

-Yeah. Okay. Cool.

[Spritzer hissing] -Thank you.

-I just wanted these boys to come and meet with you.

They've heard a lot of stories, uh, a lot of local legends.

Um, but none from the horse's mouth, so to speak.

These boys these days, they've...

they've got so many distractions, you know?

Phones, TikTok, girls.

Although I guess girls were always a problem, eh?

[Chuckles]

I just wanted them to, um, to get their heads around, uh,

you know, what it takes.

You're living proof, and, um,

if -- if they just focus up, give it all they have --

it doesn't matter that we come from a small town --

they can take it all the way.

Aaron C.!

Show some bloody respect.

Gentlemen, Mr. Tony "Gunner" Garfield, eh?

Round of applause, please. [Applause]

Thanks, Gunner. We appreciate it.

Okay, fellas. Come on. [Indistinct conversations]

Hey, that was great. Wasn't it great?

Yes. Good one.

Okay. Twelve, move over. Aaron C.

So what did we get out of that today?

Huh? Attitude.

Head in the game, make sure there are no distractions.

-Yeah! -All right. Come on.

Let's go. Come on.

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Music continues]

[Hinges creaking]

-[Breathing heavily]

[Machinery whirring, rattling]

[Hinges creaking]

[Gasps]

They never really use this one, so I come here sometimes

when I know he's got it in for me.

-I'm preparing to lay an official complaint

if you'd vouch for me.

-Oh, you sure know how to make a girl feel special.

Why would I help you

if you've been nothing but a pain in my ass?

-What's his story?

-He strike you as a man

who enjoys swapping yarns about the good old days?

He was here when I got here.

-I'll be gone soon.

Once I've regained the use of my legs,

I'll be ascending the stairs to my home

and getting back to my life.

He'll have you all to himself again.

How long have you been letting it all go on?

-You think you got everyone pegged.

-Enjoy your hidey-hole.

[Chair whirring]

I think yellow is more your color.

[Bell chimes]

[Bell chiming]

-Okay. That's enough. That's enough.

Ua lelei, Sonny. Ua lava lena. Okay?

Here.

[Mid-tempo music plays]

-...do medicine rounds for 30 regular patients

and attend family members in one afternoon.

-I'd like to make an official complaint.

-Oh, Mr. Mortensen. Perfect timing.

Follow me, please. -Excuse me.

I said I'd like to make an official complaint.

Are you deaf? I'm talking to you.

Oh, is senility endemic?

-Joy, Tobias has lost his glasses.

-Oh. Are they -- -They're not around his neck.

-Would you slow down for a bit? -And then do the rounds?

-Dave Crealy was in my room again last night,

and he assaulted me.

-He bloody well assaulted me! -Calm yourself, Stefan.

-What? No. I can do that myself. -I know you can.

-Stop! You don't need to. Where are you taking me?

-Just calm down now. -I don't understand.

I'm telling you I've been attacked.

-We will assess that next, then. Come through.

There's been a complaint.

-Someone else complained? -Concerning you.

-Oh. So when he lays a complaint, you spring to action.

-Dave Crealy is under the impression

that you have something against him.

-Well, he'd be right, because the man's a...

-He says you stole from him.

-He says that -- No. What?

-And from others.

-I... He...

N-No. That's what I'm trying to tell you.

He's the menace here. He's been at me from the jump.

-Dave Crealy's been at you? -Yes.

-I hear from two staff members

that you assaulted him yesterday unprovoked.

-Assaulted? W-- I...

Oh. The pudding. No. That was...

That was a muscle spasm.

I'm still working to get control of my right arm.

-And if we search this room right now,

we won't find anything?

-I... Uh, I don't ex--

No. Please don't listen to him.

The man came into this room last night

and terrorized me and Mr. Garfield.

And now he's trying to --

Look. I-It's a stitch-up. -A stitch-up?

-I really don't think this is necessary.

-Well, Mr. Mortensen, it seems we owe you an apology.

-Oh, wait.

[Suspenseful music plays]

Oh, shit!

[Music builds]

-Have you been taking your medication, Mr. Mortensen?

[High-pitched ringing]

[Music continues]

[Insects chirping]

[Music continues]

[Match clatters]

-No bastard can see me.

[High-pitched voice] No bastard knows you're here.

[Chuckles]

[Down-tempo music plays]

[High-pitched ringing builds, stops]

[Woman stammering]

[Indistinct conversations]

-Want me to chop it up for you?

-Hey! -Mine.

Mine.

[Music continues, voices echoing]

- The time is 12:35 p.m.

-[Speaking indistinctly, voice echoing]

[Metal scraping]

-[Chewing loudly]

Popanovich takes his time.

It's key. Likes to chew your ear off.

So there's always plenty of mash left

by the time I'm done w-with Shaw.

I mean, when you're an -- an observant man like me,

you get to know the lay of the land.

[Indistinct conversations]

It's share and share alike here, Judge.

-Communism always has the greatest attraction

for those with the least.

I will admit to being a somewhat prideful man.

Nonetheless, I have considered the potential benefits

of debasing myself and flattering you,

stroking your ego with a compliment or two.

Sadly, none come to mind.

[Chuckles]

You do really seem entirely absent

of any positive attributes.

The human equivalent of a dried-up husk of dog excrement.

-[Laughing]

[Both laughing]

You, uh...

...go away for a bit just now, while I was sitting here?

Have ourselves... a wee blip, did we?

-I don't know what you're talking --

-Ooh. You watch where you're steering, Judge.

Those low coffee tables in the hall, they'll get ya.

-[Exhales sharply] -Now, what did I just tell you?

You are a clumsy bugger.

Don't worry. I won't do it again.

-[Grunts softly]

-I feel sorry for you, Judge.

I really do. You've got a raw deal.

-[Weakly] Oh? Enlighten me.

-Old Sean Dunn over there.

That's the way you're headed.

I've seen it before a hundred times.

More.

-[Exhales sharply]

-What's gonna happen is you'll get worse and worse

till you can't speak... or even lift a finger.

Till you're so locked up in your own body

that you're praying for it all to be over --

that's if you can still think straight enough

to know what kind of hell you're in.

-[Groans]

-It hurts me to tell you this,

but it's the healthiest thing for you to accept it.

That you're gonna be a turnip.

-Come on, then! Kick me again!

-Hey! Whoa! -Get off me!

I haven't done anything!

Anybody wish to testify on my behalf?

I apologize! Crealy!

He should murder me in my sleep!

Say something! Do something!

You're all weak!

You're all dead already!

[Hinges squeak]

[Down-tempo music plays]

-Chevrolet.

Zebra.

Honesty.

Have you got that?

-Chevrolet. Zebra. Honesty.

-Good.

[Music continues]

And the words I gave you?

-Chevrolet. Zebra.

Honesty. [Indistinct conversations]

[Lid rattles]

[Voices overlapping, echoing]

Chevrolet. Zebra.

[Music continues]

-And the objects in the room that I pointed to?

-Uh, radio.

-And?

Chevrolet. Zebra. Honesty.

Chevrolet. Zebra. Honesty.

Chevrolet. Zebra. Honesty.

Chevrolet. Zebra. Honesty.

[Music slows, continues]

[Paper fluttering]

-You boys seem a little down in the dumps tonight.

What's the matter?

[High-pitched voice] How about a joke, Mr. Crealy?

Ah. Good idea, Jenny. Got a good one?

[High-pitched voice] Sure do.

What do you call a Maori on the moon?

Well, I don't know, Jenny.

What do you call a Maori on the moon?

[High-pitched voice] A problem!

What do you call two Maoris on the moon?

Well, I-I don't know, Jenny.

What do you call two Maoris on the moon?

[High-pitched voice] A problem!

What do you call the whole race of Maoris,

all of them, up there on the moon?

Well, I don't know, Jenny.

What do you call the whole race of Maoris,

all of them, up there on the moon?

[High-pitched voice] Problem solved!

[Exhales deeply] Mm.

Who rules, Tony?

-[Breathing heavily] Jenny Pen.

-Lick her asshole. Go on.

Want to play, Stefan? Want to play the game?

Who rules?

-[Weakly] Jenny. -Not you.

The judge.

Who rules, Stefan?

[Exhales deeply]

[Bed whirring]

[Bed squeaks, whirring continues]

-[Gasping]

-Which is the bad one?

-[Gasps]

-[High-pitched voice] Bingo!

-What's all this actually about, Crealy?

-How's the hip, Garby?

-[Gasps] Please. Please.

-What demons are we exorcising?

-[High-pitched voice] Not too good. Not too good!

-Has it helped to dull the sting of Daddy's belt?

-Had enough, old son? -[Whimpers]

-Does it sweeten the stench of the chaplain's breath

as he bent you over the altar?

Or is it more personal?

-Ah. This is new.

-[Whimpers]

-You've been having issues, Garby?

-Revenge, is it?

-Who rules, Stefan?

Eh?

Who rules?

-[Breathing heavily]

-I'm not talking to a fucking puppet.

-Fair enough.

-No, no. No, no. No, no!

[Plastic stretching] [Gasps]

[Bag thuds, urine sloshes] [Exhales sharply]

-[Laughing]

Gonna break you one of these days, Judge.

[High-pitched voice] One of these days!

-"The world breaks everyone,

and afterward many are strong at the broken places.

But those that will not break, it kills.

It kills the very good and the very gentle...

-♪ Knees up, Mother Brown ♪ -...and the very brave

-impartially. -♪ Knees up, Mother Brown ♪

-If you are none of these, you can be sure...

-♪ Under the table you must go ♪ -...it will kill you too."

-♪ E-I-E-I-E-I-O ♪

♪ If I catch you bending, I'll saw your legs right off ♪

♪ Knees up, knees up, don't let the breeze up ♪

♪ Knees up, Mother Brown ♪

Hey! [Wheezing]

What was that bollocks you were spouting just now?

-"A Farewell to Arms," Hemingway.

-He knew a thing about survival, did he?

-He blew his brains out.

-Not entertaining any similar notions, are you, Judge?

-You'd like that. -No.

We're having more fun than we've had in donkey's years.

Ain't that right, Jenny?

[High-pitched voice] Don't stick around on our behalf.

[Chuckling] Ooh. Cheeky.

Who rules?

[Breathing heavily]

[Door opens, closes]

[Dramatic music plays]

[Music builds, continues]

You expecting visitors?

-Is someone there?

Do you think it's my family come to see me?

-[High-pitched voice] I think it's your family

come to see you, yeah!

They're waiting for you.

Come on. We'll show you.

[Door chimes, lock clicks]

-Mine!

[Lock clicks]

-You have people. You could kick up a fuss.

They'd listen.

Don't be such a damn coward.

-You remember Dudley Palmer?

-Who?

-On television.

-Dudley...

The weatherman?

-They found him floating,

all bloated, down a ways from the Huka Falls,

a 16-inch pink dildo sticking out of his fundament.

Turns out he'd been with a dominatrix.

But this time... there'd been a bit of a mishap.

Poor girl panics, calls her boyfriend,

and the two of them decide to dump the body.

I met him once, you know.

Seemed a good enough sort. People loved him.

They depended on him for their picnics, their camping trips.

The nation's fun uncle.

All anyone remembers... is a giant pink dildo.

My son's youngest, Thea,

she has this way of looking at me.

I don't want that look to change.

I don't want her to see me as something to pity.

[Switch clicks]

[Down-tempo music plays]

-Hey, puss.

[Key jingling] [Gasps] Mine!

-Look over there.

Your family's waiting for you.

-I...can't see them.

-[High-pitched voice] You need your eyes checked, lady.

Yeah. I-I can see 'em.

[Latch clicks, hinges squeaking]

You need to check out now, lady.

[Insects chirping]

[Down-tempo music plays]

You see 'em? -I don't think so.

-Yeah. They're right there. They're waiting for you.

[High-pitched voice] Here! I'll help you there.

[Latch clicks, hinges creaking] You better hurry!

That's right. You just go straight.

You can't miss them.

-All right, then.

That's right. You're on the right track.

[Music continues]

[Voice echoing] What was your name again?!

♪ A-da-lum, bum-ba-dum, ba-ba ♪

[Humming softly]

[Women laughing] ♪ Ba-da-ba... ♪

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Door beeping]

[Door beeps]

[Door beeps]

[Door beeps]

[The Settlers' "Lightning Tree" plays]

[Music continues, group vocalizing]

-♪ Down in the meadow where the wind blows free ♪

♪ In the middle of a field stands a lightning tree ♪

♪ Its limbs all torn from the day it was born ♪

♪ For the tree was born in a thunderstorm ♪

♪ Grow, grow, the lightning tree ♪

♪ It's never too late for you and me ♪

♪ Grow, grow, the lightning tree ♪

♪ Never give in too easily ♪

[Music continues]

♪ Down in the meadow where the wind blows light ♪

♪ The lightning struck in the middle of the night ♪

♪ Limbs stripped bare by the lightning flare ♪

♪ The lightning flare was a wild affair ♪

♪ Grow, grow, the lightning tree ♪

♪ It's never too late for you and me ♪

♪ Grow, grow, the lightning tree ♪

♪ Never give in too easily ♪ -[Grunts]

[Water splashing]

[Music continues]

-♪ Down in the meadow where the wind blows cold ♪

♪ The lightning tree stands stiff and old ♪

♪ Branches bent where the lightning rent ♪

♪ The lightning rent from the firmament ♪

♪ Grow, grow, the lightning tree ♪

♪ Never give in too easily ♪

-[Grunts, breathing heavily]

[Music continues]

[Water splashing]

-♪ Down in the meadow with the wind in the west ♪

♪ The lightning tree faced up to the test ♪

♪ Its heart went snap when it took the rap ♪

♪ The terrible rap of the thunder clap ♪

-[Groans, breathing heavily]

[Wheezing]

[Inhaler hissing]

[Exhales deeply, breathing heavily]

[Birds chirping]

-Gary, what's the big idea

of having a paua fritter inside your footy sock?

- Good evening, and welcome

to the Wellington regional final of its academic fin--

- And on that note,

we bring "Tawa Talk" to a close for this evening.

-Hundred and fifty dollars?! What am I saying?!

- L-I-N-O-L-E--

[Frequency modulating, down-tempo music plays]

- Across the Tasman Sea

to the green pasturelands of New Zealand.

- And welcome back,

you viewers at home, to "It's In the Bag."

-If thy bait offends thee, put it in.

[Light music playing, frequency modulating]

-Splitting off from the pride,

the young male strays farther than ever before

and stumbles directly into the midst of a hyena clan.

Contra to their reputation as lowly scavengers...

-[Laughing] -...hyenas are in fact

consummate predators,

something this young lion has come to learn.

-[Growls] -[Laughing]

[Hyenas barking]

[Barking, laughter echoing]

[Chair whirring]

[Gate rattling]

[Chain jingles]

-[Exhales deeply]

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Music builds]

-Stefan, are you with us?

-I've got to get out of here.

-As far as physical development is concerned,

with the damage to the tissue,

at this stage I'm not seeing much improvement.

So it's important that we manage expectations.

And with the latest development -- uh, the blips...

...it's very important that we keep a close eye

on cognitive progression.

[Voice echoing] This really is the best place for you.

Stefan, are you with us? [Dramatic music plays]

Stefan, are you with us?

Stefan, are you with us?

Stefan, are you with us?

[Detector buzzing softly]

-[Weakly] Yes, I'm with you.

[Music continues]

Yes, I'm with you.

Yes, I'm with you.

[Music continues]

Yes, I'm with you.

Yes, I'm with you.

Yes, I'm with you.

[Music continues]

-[High-pitched voice, echoing] What's that, Judge?

[Music continues]

-You're not the victim here.

[Voice echoing] You're not the victim here.

Was she your first?

She was, wasn't she?

[Voice echoing] Again, again, again.

Again, again, again.

-When you really think about it, not a big splash in the pond.

-[Voice echoing] I sound upset.

You're culpable. You're culpable.

-She didn't have really much time left, you know.

-Where there are no lions...

-[Music builds, continues] -...hyenas rule.

-We just helped things along.

-[Grunts]

-...full well what was going on.

Again, again, again...

-[Groaning]

-[Voice echoing] Again, again, again...

[Music builds, slows]

[Thud echoing]

"Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days,

that time would take me up to the swallow-thronged loft

by the shadow of my hand, in the moon that is always rising,

nor that riding to sleep I should hear him fly

with the high fields

and wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.

Oh, as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,

time held me green and dying...

though I sang in my chains like the sea."

-Would you shut it?

-I was finished.

-Always some other dead wanker's words.

Huh?

What are you gonna say about this shit we're in?

-There was a time when I would've imagined for myself...

...a room full of loved ones... grandkids...

...floral arrangements...

...when I thought I deserved all that as well.

I've been trying to think -- when did I become this?

Bitter, lazy, stupid.

Forgot myself.

Gave up on...

...people.

In the worship of what?

A podium?

And all the while, it appears...

...you were building shrines to better gods.

-"Look upon my work, oh, mighty...and despair."

-"Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair."

[Hinges creak]

[Dramatic music plays]

[Door chimes, lock clicks]

[Music continues]

[Music continues]

[Music continues]

[Collar jingling]

[Music continues]

[Bell chiming]

[Indistinct conversations] [Bell chimes]

-We've got about 15 minutes,

and then we're gonna have to move on to Marcus down...

-Oh. That never gets tired, does it?

[Chair whirring]

[Whirring stops]

[Chair whirring]

-Come on, Dave.

I think we're gonna wash your hair today.

It sounds like a good idea, doesn't it?

Okay.

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Door chimes, lock whirs[

And please use the chair.

We don't want you slipping over, now, do we?

I'll pop back in a few minutes, and I can, uh,

help you wash your back if you need some help.

[Humming softly]

[Music continues]

Here we go. Very handsome.

Okay. Watch your step.

Now, we'll get you dressed.

[Door chimes, lock whirs]

Here we are, then.

Here's your pants.

And here's your shirt.

Your socks and your belt.

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Indistinct talking on TV]

[Door closes]

[Machine clicks, record crackling]

- And here she is -- the Cockney queen herself,

Mrs. Jenny Pencarrow! [Up-tempo music plays]

-♪ I've just been to a dingdong ♪

♪ Down dear old Brixton way ♪

♪ Old Mother Brown the pearly queen's ♪

♪ A hundred years today ♪

♪ Oh, what a celebration ♪

♪ A proper la-di-da ♪

♪ Until they rolled the carpet up ♪

♪ And shouted, "Now, then, Ma!" ♪

-Hey! -♪ Knees up, Mother Brown ♪

♪ Knees up, Mother Brown ♪

♪ Come along, dearie, let it go ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-E-I-O ♪

♪ It's your bloomin' birthday ♪

♪ I'll wake up all the town ♪

♪ Knees up, knees up, don't let the breeze up ♪

♪ Knees up, Mother Brown ♪ Hey!

[Music continues]

♪ Knees up, Mother Brown ♪

♪ Knees up, Mother Brown ♪

♪ Under the table you must go ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-E-I-O ♪

-♪ If I catch you bending, I'll saw your legs right off ♪

♪ Knees up, knees up, don't let the breeze up ♪

-♪ Knees up, Mother Brown ♪ -[Wheezing]

♪ Oh, dear ♪

♪ What a rotten song ♪

♪ What a rotten song ♪

♪ What a rotten song ♪

♪ Oh, my! ♪

♪ What a rotten song ♪

♪ What a rotten singer, too ♪

♪ Knees up, Mother Brown ♪

♪ Knees up, Mother Brown ♪

♪ Under the table you must go ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-E-I-O ♪

♪ And if I catch you bending, I'll saw your legs right off ♪

♪ Knees up, knees up, don't get the breeze up ♪

♪ Knees up, Mother Brown ♪ -[Grunts]

-♪ Oh, my! ♪

♪ What a rotten song ♪

♪ What a rotten song ♪

♪ What a rotten song ♪

♪ Oh, my! ♪

♪ What a rotten song ♪

♪ What a rotten singer, too ♪ [Cart clattering]

-[Gasping] [Music continues, echoing]

-♪ Knees up, Mother Brown ♪

♪ Under the table you must go ♪

♪ E-I-E-I-E-I-O ♪

[Music continues, tempo increasing]

-[Wheezes, groans]

[Door chimes]

[Dramatic music plays]

[Inhales deeply]

[Wheezing]

[Inhales deeply, gasping] [Inhaler whining]

[Groans]

[Inhaler whistling]

[Music continues]

[Wheezing, groaning]

[Grunting]

[Music continues in distance]

[Gasps]

[Detector buzzing softly]

-[Snoring]

[Snorts, sighs]

[Birds chirping]

[Indistinct conversations]

[Men laughing]

- The giant moray allows the skunk cleaner shrimp

to comb its skin for parasites,

feeding itself while keeping the moray free of infection.

This type of mutualism is common on the reef.

-I suppose everyone needs someone.

-[Chuckles]

[Dramatic music playing, water bubbling]

[High-pitched ringing]

-Oh. Excuse me. That was my...

-[Breathing heavily]

[Rumbling, crackling]

[Rumbling builds]

- The time is 4:21.

[Clattering]

-[Gasps] -Oh, jeez! What's that?!

[Music playing on TV]

-Oh! No! Hey! Hey! Hey!

-No running inside!

[Thud] -Aah! Ow. Oh!

[Static hissing, frequency modulating]

[Matt Monro's "And You Smiled" plays]

-Lovely.

-Who is that?

-It's our Georgie.

-What's that?

-Georgie.

-That's right.

It's our Georgie.

-Who is that?

-[Sighs]

Oh. [Chuckles] Oh!

-It's time for our bath, Mummy. -Oh. Oh!

[Laughs]

-Comfrey! Comfrey!

-We've got to get you ready.

-What...

Hey, w-what's going on?

[Music continues]

-Hey, it's all right, Peter.

Just getting Mummy ready for her bath.

And Uncle Stefan is gonna help us.

-What's going on, you bastard?!

Get -- Get -- Leave her!

What's going on?!

What is going on?!

What are you doing?

What are you doing? Leave her alone!

-What -- Where's Georgie?

-No, no. No, no, no, no. Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh. -Aah!

[Shouting indistinctly] [Music continues]

-Nearly there, Mummy.

-[Sobbing]

[Gasps] Aah!

-Aah! Comfrey!

-My Georgie?

[Sobs]

-You bugger!

I love you, Comfrey!

Comfrey! Comfrey! Aah!

-Well. What are you --

Ooh! [Groans]

-No! I love you, Comfrey!

-Aah!

-Aah! Aah! Aah!

You bugger! You bastard!

-♪ And you smiled with laughter in your eyes ♪

♪ And the world seemed to fade away ♪

-No! No!

No! No!

[Shouting indistinctly] -Relax.

[Music, voices fade]

[High-pitched ringing]

[Ringing builds]

[Beep, ringing stops]

[Intermittent ringing]

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Music continues]

[Cart rattling]

-In my 40s, I picked up a second shift.

Night duty at the Grand in town.

One night, like any other, another gathering of bigwigs.

An award ceremony, I think.

I'm busy mopping the floors,

and I notice the crowd is a little more lively than usual.

So I stop what I'm doing and I look out the service hatch.

And there you were...

...up at front, at the podium

in your fancy dinner jacket, holding court.

And you were going over well, too.

You had that room in the palm of your hand.

And I remember thinking,

"Now, there's a man who's made something of himself."

Now, what have I done?

Forty-odd years of diddly-squat.

But you...

you were an inspiration in that moment, Judge.

Of course,

I still had the dregs of what you might call hope back then.

[Chuckles] No idea how much of the same there was to come.

[Exhales deeply]

My whole life... I've been so bored.

When I look back, it's like looking into an empty bin.

Lack the will, the brains.

Yeah. The luck.

But time, it seems, has awarded me...

certain advantages.

Be a waste not to honor that. Don't you think?

Claim the richness of experience that's been denied me.

We all get what's coming to us in the end.

-[Inhales sharply, exhales deeply]

[Bed creaks]

-[High-pitched voice] Why the long face?

Give us a grin.

-[Groans]

-Who rules?

-[Weakly] Jen Pen.

-[Exhales deeply]

Now lick her asshole.

Go on. Lick her asshole.

Or I'll do the side of you that's not already dead.

-[Inhales sharply]

-Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?

I'm really glad we were able to spend this time together.

-[Exhales deeply]

-"We don't stop playing because we get old.

We get old because we stop playing."

Too right.

And ain't it strange, in this place, of all places?

Here I am, full of life.

[Dramatic music plays]

[Music builds, distorted voice droning]

[Music fades, droning continues]

[Carl Coccomo's "Don't Leave Me Now" playing ]

[Music slowed, voice distorted] -♪ ...means I'd die ♪

♪ For your love ♪

♪ Ritorna da me ♪

♪ Come back, my love ♪

♪ Don't leave me now ♪

♪ Non me lasciare ♪

♪ Come back to me ♪

♪ I'm yours alone ♪

♪ Don't leave me now ♪

♪ Non me lasciare ♪

[Music ends]

[Door opens]

-You're tougher than you look.

I'll give you that.

[Spoon scraping]

[Inhales deeply]

Ka mate, ka mate!

Ka ora, ka ora!

Ka mate, ka mate!

Ka ora, ka ora!

Tenei te tangata puhuruhuru...

[Wheezing] ...I tiki mai whiti te ra!

A upane... [Breathing heavily]

Up-- [Wheezing]

Ka upane...whiti te ra!

-Okay. All right, Tony. Okay.

Come on. Let's go.

Let's go get you settled. Come on. It's all right.

[Schubert's "Death and the Maiden" plays]

[Music builds]

[Music builds, continues]

[Music continues]

[Music ends]

[Dramatic music plays]

-[Breathing heavily]

[Music continues]

[Clattering in distance]

[Machinery whirring, rattling]

-[Gasps]

[Hinges creaking]

[Both grunting]

-[Slurring] Get his legs!

-[Groaning] Oh! God!

-[Grunting]

[Muffled grunting]

-[Grunts]

[Muffled groaning]

-[Breathing heavily]

Had enough?

You had enough, old son?

[Sobs softly]

[Machinery whirring in distance]

[Whirring fades]

[Detector buzzing softly]

-[Exhales deeply]

[Birds chirping]

[Indistinct conversations, down-tempo music playing]

[Woman stammering]

[Music continues]

[Men laughing]

[Indistinct conversations, man snoring]

-Oh! Yeah.

-[Chuckles]

Oh, no. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Put it there.

[Jimmy Gilmer and the Fireballs' "Misery Misery Misery" plays]

-♪ To share a love and see it grow ♪

♪ Was more to me than life itself ♪

♪ Now that you're gone and tears, they flow ♪

♪ I realize I am by myself ♪

- The time is...

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ To love someone and not be loved ♪

♪ To be alone and forgotten ♪

♪ I'm all alone and feel so sad ♪

♪ And since you left me, all I've had is ♪

♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Now that you have put me down ♪

♪ I will search until I've found ♪

♪ Someone new whose love I'll choose ♪

♪ To take your place and end my blues ♪

♪ And misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Now even though my love for you ♪

♪ May never really fade away ♪

♪ I must forget my love for you ♪

♪ Or I will have another day of ♪

♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Oh, misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

-♪ Oh, misery ♪

-♪ Misery ♪

[Down-tempo music plays]

[Music fades, ends]