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It is a bag. You can put the inside into any other kind of outside.

The possibilities are endless.

It's like the best bag ever. It is the best bag ever.

Casey needs to take some time off from Hochi. Yeah, whatever.

Really? Yeah. You're not flooded? No. Why not?

You don't want to let the good ones slip through your fingers?

That's why you're marrying Ted. He's such a cat.

I'm up to Nari's. We're the conjugals. Can't you just move in with her? We have

a system. Works for both of us. Ooh.

Hey, don't move it.

Can't, I'm too shagged. Because you're a lady, huh?

No, brother, I am spent.

I've no vital juices left, eh?

I'm ready.

Four times I had to do it. I didn't even get a break for tea.

Well, how's that bad?

It's bad.

And then there's all the spitting.

Oh, yuck. No,

no, no. She spits on this little stick. Tell her if she's fertile, and I blame

you. Well, I'm not making her spit. You and Mr. Judd and Lloyd Draper, you

knocked up all those hoochie girls, and with her being around them all the

time...

I can love to shell.

Come on, what do you have?

It's a wee boy.

She reckons her biological clock has gone into overdrive. Yeah, but you're

mum machine.

I'm being milked like a python.

Do they have milk?

Well, they forcibly extract the venom.

And like a python, I'm being milked on demand.

And that's not sexy, let me tell you.

No more blowjobs anymore.

Or handjobs.

Why not?

It's a waste of jizz.

Oh.

Shit, it's her.

Go talk to her. She's hormonally crazed, bro, and I need a rest.

Munt!

Why don't you answer your phone?

Shit, I'm hearing her even when she's not here. She is here, bro. You need to

come home now. I'm fertile as.

No, I'm working, babe. I can't just cruise.

We can't be that busy.

Here we are.

Kind of.

Okay.

Fair enough.

No.

Oh, hey, Pascal.

Why don't you stay and have a coffee?

Why?

Because I'm making one.

But you disapprove of me and you hate my fiancé?

If I'm ever going to get her away from that bath, then I need to try a

approach. Like what?

Be nice.

Be... conciliatory.

with that bag thing.

You mean the best bag ever?

The one that you think is silly?

No, I don't.

Yeah, you said so.

But if you think that's going to change my mind... No, no, I don't think

anything. And, um, you know, you need me help.

You would want to help me.

Honey, I'm just... No, I'm just trying to be nice.

Yeah, well, every time anyone in our family ever says that, it's because they

want something.

Well, I just want... I want to help.

Okay. I mean, it's not like, you know, you've got experience and...

business or sales or manufacturing.

Actually, Mum, I've got all the experience I need from my previous

You've had careers?

Yes, as a model and a caregiver and also the inventor of my own philosophy and I

think it's given me all the preparations I've needed to sell my bags.

You've sold some.

Casey's got one.

So does Nairie.

So you've sold...

None, okay, but I will, and it's going to be huge, and I'm not going to let you

pour scorn and stamp all over my business when it is meant to develop

organically. Honey, honey, look, I'm not pouring anything.

Yes, you are, and I'm not going to let you. Look, I'm just trying to help.

She's such a total evil cow who thinks I'm useless, and why does she always

to try and undermine me?

Just don't listen to her. Yeah, well, it's too late. I already did just listen

to her. Don't worry about it.

How can I not worry about it? This is my own mother.

Well, yeah. I mean, aren't you appalled at what she said to me?

I am, yeah.

Yeah, and as if she's so successful for selling some tramp underwear, which

wasn't even her idea, and then making out that I'm some kind of failure for

selling any bags.

It's part of the point of being in business.

Are you agreeing with my mother?

No. Good.

Because I don't need any more unbelievers in my life.

Casey?

Oh, hi.

I need the bag.

I'll just be ten more minutes.

No, I need the bags. We have to go to the next level. Okay, well, if I stand

I'll lose millions.

Of what?

Spoon.

Oh, God.

It must be so hard for them, you know?

Fighting gravity.

It's like swimming in a pool that's going uphill and it's all so sticky and

totally dark.

Pascal?

Well, why anymore?

We're still perfecting the prototypes.

You know, and it's really hard working from home.

Okay, give me yours.

My bag? Yes.

But it's got my stuff in it.

Well, empty it.

Come on.

Quick.

Hiya. Hey.

What's all that?

Oh, crap. I'm Pat's gal. What are you doing with it?

Dump it. Burn it?

Probably dump it.

No, you bloody don't. Put it back.

Oh, come on, Cheryl. It's not like she's moving back anytime soon, and they

wanted a room, and this suits everyone. They? What? Who's they?

Grandpa and Nairie. They want a room.

Since when?

Well, they talked to Van about it, and it's fine by me. I mean, living in that

pit could not be good for the twins. Hold on a minute.

Ted and Nairie are moving in here?

Yeah.

Downstairs.

Ted, what the hell are you playing at? Ted!

Ted. Hey, tell me what you think when I say Casablanca.

I don't think anything.

Okay, what about Scorsese?

A skin disease?

An ooky one, like psoriasis? No, it's not.

Well, you asked me what I thought.

I'm trying to come up with a name that's cool but not obvious to the nightclub

set. Fine, whatever, but...

Do you know how to use this kind of camera? Where did you get it? A shop.

man said it was the best one. Was he lying?

No. Good, because I have a highly important job that needs doing.

For you?

Yes. And if you do the job, you get to keep the camera.

I don't know. My editing software's pretty out of date.

Well, I got that too.

It's called movie something.

What exactly is this job?

It is recording a very important step in retail history, and also building the

myth of me, which will be called my future success.

The myth?

Yeah, it's like a story, but longer.

So, do you want to do it or not?

I might need a new computer as well, bigger memory. Don't push it.

The only upside of Ped marrying that old bitch is that he'd finally move out.

Now she is moving in. What the hell is wrong with her house?

Hello, Pascal West. Would you like to speak to your mother?

No, actually, I wouldn't. But you can give her a message.

Well, she's right here.

No, I would prefer you to give her this message, which is, if my mother is at

the Westfield Mall tomorrow at 11am, then she will believe.

Okay.

Why aren't you telling her? Well, because I thought I was taking a

No, you're giving her a message, so give it.

Okay. Pascal says you've got to be at the mall at 11.

11am. It's 11am, not 2300.

Are you taking a piss?

No, I'd never do that.

And you haven't done the believing bit yet?

If you go, you'll believe in something.

In what?

This isn't a message for you.

All going well on that new approach front then?

No.

She's got herself all head up, you know, because I asked if she'd sold any of

those silly bags.

Oh, I'm calling it a silly bag as part of a new approach.

No, no, I'm not that stupid.

Right. I suppose I should go.

She's probably got a shop.

You know, fuck, it's bound to be a disaster.

Well, if it's going to be a disaster, is it such a good idea going?

Yeah, yeah, I'll be around to pick up the pieces.

Well, it might turn out all right. How can it? Why not?

Because it's a silly idea.

As opposed to a sensible idea, like making fancy knickers for the larger

You? Yeah. What? Yeah. You? Yeah.

Do you hear that?

It's a bit big for rodents. Got it.

Ted.

Ted, what the hell are you playing at?

Getting things ship -shaped.

You can give a hand if you want.

Can you give me a reason why?

It's the price of things, isn't it? A few drinks down the rusty nail, it's an

arm and a bloody leg.

So we tried a club, but that didn't suit me. What, so Nairie is moving in here

to save you money on bloody pits?

You think Nairie would want to live here?

What's wrong with here?

She's all classes, Nairie. Lovely home she's got.

Okay, so Nairie is not moving in here?

Play to my own. That's all I want.

Don't you think I deserve a few bloody inches? After all I've done for you,

giving you this house. No, no, it's all fine.

That's not how you were coming on. No, it's all good. You do what you want. You

were casting dispersions about my wife. I wasn't. Say something nice about her

then. Go on.

Okay.

She's very well preserved.

She is that.

And a firecracker in the sack.

And you promise she's not moving in?

A little music.

A game in front of me.

That's all we want at our time of life, Cheryl.

Mm -hmm.

Isn't it a little bit sad getting kicked out of your own place?

It's like a wardrobe exploded in there.

Oh, well, tomorrow she will crash and burn, and you can help her find

sensible to do with her money.

Maybe.

Ready?

Okay, how about this one?

You look great.

Again. Yeah, but is it the essential me, relatable without being Hoback?

Totally. Honey, does it matter?

Tomorrow is the beginning of my retail story.

Because successful entrepreneurs, they all have one. And usually it's how they

started from nothing. Like Joe Malone, making perfume in the bath. Or Anita

Roddick, born in a bomb shelter.

But you're a millionaire.

Yeah, but only because I'm a widow.

But maybe I'm not revealing that side of myself enough.

Sweetheart, I'm going to go, but you will be great.

I just know it, okay? You will be there?

Yeah, of course.

Wouldn't miss it for the world, would we?

Mm -hmm.

What are they doing down there?

Ted's on his undies, and Mari's swinging naked from the benefit. Oh, no, don't.

You don't want to know?

Hey, do you think I'm not capable of being nice?

Ain't no secret that you like a scratch.

I can change.

Oh, really? You want to fight? Yeah. You want to fight about that?

Oh,

thank Christ for that.

Right,

now, that's it.

What the hell is that? Go back to bed, I'll deal with it.

House wins again.

Make yourselves at home. Come and have a drink.

Cheryl Neury.

You'd be welcome to join us, but we do have dress standards.

I fucking live here. And I would prefer it if you wouldn't swear in front of our

friends. Friends? Friends?

You don't have any fucking friends. Is this what you call a quiet night in tea?

You said I could go for it. You've had parties in your time. People are trying

to sleep.

It's my faith when you're putting them off their game, so fuck her off.

Only if you turn the music down.

Aren't we naughty?

There are pregnant people and there are babies.

Party poopers.

Ted, be reasonable.

All right.

The fat music goes back up again, you're all out.

A lot of you.

So, you want to stay for a drink, a bit of a game? No, thanks, finally.

Hit me.

It's kind of what it used to smell like.

Yeah, but we don't smoke inside anymore, do we, sweet pea?

Man, those guys are goers.

What time did they break her up?

About three.

Where did it all come from?

I don't know, but man, because they cheated cards, Grandpa was really

Still, he made a packet on the beer.

What, he was selling it? Yep, three bucks each.

That was all profit. How does that work?

Yeah.

It was stolen.

Unbid it.

I'm going to get that barter.

Peace of my mind. Mum, he's not here. He's round at Nyree's. Great. I'll go

there then.

Why don't you leave this to me? What? He's getting on a rip his arms off.

you have a daughter to go and support?

Yep.

So, tell me, as mother to a legend, how are you feeling about all this?

What the fuck are you doing here?

I'm here to record this historic event, Pascal making a twat of herself.

So how this is historic, considering she makes it to fight her best self every

single day, I'm not really sure. Can you hear that thing out of my face?

Oh, great. The gang's all here.

Cheryl? Nyree?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Did she hear you? Am I late?

I'm so nervous like a wee myself.

Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready?

You did it.

She made me.

I love nature, I love the trees, I love... Well, this is where all the

going. We all need to be a little bit more like the trees, and have roots, and

be rooted.

Here she is, Pascal West!

Hello, everyone.

Yes, I am Pascal West, and I was born right here in West Auckland into a poor

and dysfunctional family.

Fucking hell.

But that has not stopped me from living my dream and having...

The amazing idea that it changed my life and will soon change yours.

We all know, don't we ladies, that a handbag is much more than just a

You know, don't you, that there is an entire life in that handbag.

Change your bag and you can change your life. And today, I am going to show you

how that can happen. And it is so easy, you won't believe it. You got that

right.

for one very lucky lady to take my bag life challenge.

Pick me! I'll do it!

Oh my God, we have all been there, haven't we? Your phone is ringing, but

can't find it.

Your name, honey?

Tara. Okay, Tara.

You're going to have to trust me.

Give me your bag.

Give me the bag.

Okay, Tara.

This might be a little bit painful, but your life is about to change.

Okay, what do we have here?

Oh.

You want some cute? Did you call him?

I lost his number.

Haven't we all been there? The lost phone number, the wallet, the keys, the

condom. Well, all this changes right now for you.

Tara, do you know what this is? A bag?

That's my bag. This is the best bag ever.

I'm looking after Jane. I can give you a lift in soon, if you like.

Ted, about those party things you've got going on... None of your bloody

business. Eh?

It's not your house, and I can have friends over if I want. It's a poker den

with stolen grog. A cheap beer's a good beer if you're on a pension.

And where else are they supposed to go?

It's all pith week tea and lights out at nine in those rest homes.

They're from a rest home?

We pick them up, drop them off.

God, you're a social service.

Those poor buggers can't even have a durry indoors.

They send them out to smoke in all weathers, even with emphysema.

How can that be healthy?

What about the people in our house, like babies and pregnant women?

Have they served their country?

Paid a lifetime of taxes?

You never did either.

I'm just thinking of others. Just thinking of ways to fleece them? It's a

way to earn a bit.

This is about principle.

We're old, not dead.

Okay, fine, but there's going to be some ground rules, like no more stolen booze

and keep the bloody noise down. Or what? You're going to ground me?

Ted, no more trouble.

That's my final word.

There is a perfect place for everything.

Your wallet, your keys, sunnies, makeup, pens, and of course, that phone.

Great. And if you do want to go out, you just pop what you need into the

wristlet, the clutch, or the shoulder bag, or where you need them, when you

them. So Tara, tell me, how does it feel knowing that you own one of the first

best bags ever in the whole world?

Amazing. I know, isn't it fantastic? So let's just give Tara a big round of

applause.

Tara has just won a best bag ever, worth $500, and you can have it too.

That's deep.

Yeah. Worth $500, but on sale direct today for only $300.

What a disaster.

No, the pink one is just gorgeous, isn't it?

Hi.

Have you got something you want to say?

I've got to get home to Missy.

I'll catch you later.

Keep your eyes closed.

Well, what is it?

Is it a present?

Well, what you said to me, it was such a good point. And seeing as we've sold

all the bags... Including mine.

Oh, I will so make that up to you. You know I will. And with 27 orders... I

know. It's just so great.

Keep filming.

Am I off my eyes now? No, not yet.

Are you getting this?

Well, you needed somewhere to work, so I got you this.

No, it's kind of dinky and disgusting.

Well, you know, we might need to fix it up a little bit, but all great

businesses started from somewhere like this, like Anita Roddick next to the

funeral parlour.

So, how long do you think you'll need to do them?

Do what?

Sew the bags. I said a couple of days, maybe a week to the customers.

You want me to make 27 bags in a week?

Yeah, that's what you do.

Look, I'm a designer.

Yeah, but you made the other ones.

Do you know how hard these bags are?

You know what? I am not a machinist. I can't just drop everything. Okay, you

stop filming now. No, this is great.

Wait outside.

Triumph to disaster in 30 seconds. Partnership in tatters.

We're done.

Case.

We can't let our customers down.

Look, I've told you I can't do it.

But I am relying on you, and, you know, I'll give you 30 % of my profits.

Your profits?

You know what I mean.

There is no way that I can make these bags, you know, and even if I wanted to,

it would take me months, you know? I mean, Cheryl is on at me about the

range and the parties and covering for Shell.

And plus, I'm ovulating.

Well, maybe just one or two, you know, until we get some... You're not

to me!

I said no!

Actually, after everything I've done, she didn't even say thanks.

Right. And now she wants to chain me up in some filthy shed and have me work

night and day.

And then she went and took my bag and she sold it and she didn't even ask me.

Okay, is this okay?

She didn't tell her as I noticed.

Oh, she does get swept away sometimes, you know.

Yeah, well, I can't do it, sure.

I've just had it.

All right, well, maybe this could give you some time to do the spring designs.

been looking into a South Island tour? You know, Nelson, a few places on the

West Coast, and she's got some tentative dates for you.

Why can't she go?

Oh, she can't miss her midwife's appointment.

Okay, well, how am I meant to get pregnant if I'm in the South Island?

Just for a couple of weeks.

Come on, Kate, then the space might give you some time to do the designs now

you're not working on sex. Oh, you know what?

I am so sick of everyone treating me like I'm letting everyone down, and even

I am, does no one stop to think about what I'm going through?

What are you going through?

I'm an irregular...

Did that matter? Oh, God.

Sometimes I think the eggs don't even release. And you know why, Cheryl?

It's the pressure. It's clenching me up.

Well, I'm sorry.

I had to put my eggs first.

Oh, yeah.

Come on, baby.

Yeah, now we're there, baby.

Come on, baby.

What's the matter?

It's just when you say baby, do you mean me baby or the other baby?

It doesn't matter.

It's just... Oh, Mum.

Are you okay?

I just think the mighty Mum's a bit tired on it, you know, or faint from

food. Okay, when we're finished, I'll make you a salad.

I was thinking more of a steak or that spicy chicken thing you used to do.

Mum, I haven't had time, you know, with all this pressure from Cheryl and

Pascal. You know, and the whole am I ovulating thing.

It's so winding me up.

Well... Maybe you need to ease up, you know?

My God.

You're so right.

You know, and if I left work, then we could concentrate on making a baby full

time. Yeah, or maybe we could ease up on that too.

Don't you want a baby?

I do.

It's just I miss the sex.

But we're having sex, or we were going to, until you couldn't because the

munt lost it. Well, that's because it's not sexy no more.

Don't find me attractive.

No, Katie. Well, that is kind of what you're saying.

I didn't say, oh, I can't help it if the mighty monk's not into it. You're

blaming your cock for this.

No, it's just he misses the other stuff, you know?

The handjobs and the blowjobs.

Giving you a blowjob will make you feel better.

Maybe.

But only if you wanted to.

Actually, I don't want to give you a blowjob. You know what?

Since I'm such a lousy lay and so ugly and demanding that you don't want to

a child with me. But, Casey.

No, you know what? You and the mighty man can go have a handjob together or a

steak or whatever.

All right, I will then.

Casey walked out today.

Oh, well.

No, not oh, well. I need her.

Casey's always walking out. She's always walking back. It's kind of like the

season. Bloody Pascal, expect... her to drop everything, to sew that stupid bag,

and then Casey takes it out on me. I mean, I'm not the bloody enemy. Maybe

should go tell her that.

With you being sympathetic.

I just... You know what? I'm not going to say anything. Just go see her.

Be conciliatory.

See?

She agrees with me.

Cheryl? No, Eric. This is our friend, Bilky.

Lovely to meet you. I've heard so much about you. I bet.

Wayne. I believe we've met before. Yeah, yeah.

Lord, look at the state of this. What the hell are you doing?

Bilky needs to heat up his pinwheel.

Ham and cheese. I like them with a bit of olive tabernacle, but not to

Why can't Ted use your place as party central?

Ted comes to my place all the time, and he does have rights here, Cheryl.

It'll be very quiet all over by ten.

Bilky will be up to get those soon. We'll be out of your way.

Yes, lovely to meet you, Cheryl.

And shouldn't that child be in bed?

Cheryl, just leave it and go.

But this is my house. Yeah, and I live here too.

Ted and I have an agreement. It'll be sweet.

Come here. Kiss baby goodbye.

Yeah, bye -bye.

Night, you.

Night, you.

And you'll sort it.

Leaving it to me?

The whole sex baby thing is wrong, bro.

But that's the point of sex.

Yeah, but you don't want to know what it is.

You know, the job of the female animal is to trick the male animal into

her up without talking about it.

Yeah, but if they're animals, then they can't talk about it because they're

animals. You know what I mean.

Well, it kind of worked for me, bro.

And that's great, because Cherie's knocked up and you didn't even have to

about it.

Yeah, but we still have heaps of sex.

She's still into it? Oh, yeah.

Let me tell you something about women.

Pregnant ones?

I'm believably up for it.

Yeah? Yep.

If she's tired, she still does a hair job or a blow job.

It's awesome.

Yeah?

There's a little thing on tonight for gentlemen.

Only ten bucks.

Plus beers.

If you're interested.

I can't believe the way she behaved, just walking off like that.

Casey is kind of emotional.

Actually, she's a complete flake. No, not her mum.

Is she really so important?

She is killing Casey with her unrealistic expectations.

Honey, Cheryl is not the problem here.

Yes, she is.

Look at this logically.

You were never going to be able to rely on Casey.

And if you can't make the bag... Are you saying I should give up?

God, no.

Ellen, I love your idea. I do.

But sometimes these things just don't work out. You are saying I shouldn't do

it. No one is saying that.

And you'll be fine.

I would be if my mother wasn't such a cow.

Well, maybe you need to deal with that.

Tell her how you feel.

You know, you were so right.

Thank you. Love you.

What the hell are you doing?

I thought the idea was to stop her from wasting her money.

I can't afford to look like the bad guy here.

Oh, and you're such a sweetie.

We don't have to say anything or do anything.

Because it's going to fuck out all by itself.

How can it not?

I think you need to go back downstairs and turn left.

Thanks, dear.

It's really quiet down there.

As long as it's quiet, it's fine.

You don't want to check?

I don't want to check.

You know, Wayne, I've been noticing more of a man -of -the -house thing going on

since you moved back in.

I'll take that as a compliment for now.

If you're looking for people in your age bracket, you'll find them downstairs.

Hey, Wayne, is Sherilyn?

She's out. What do you want? I've had a complaint from the nursing manager at

the Janet Frame.

Several of our clients absconded last night, taken by a large Samoan man in a

minibus. Falani. Probably his nephew.

Yeah, well, they went in a very good way this morning.

One of them vomited all over a member of staff.

One of them was admitted for alcohol poisoning. Five more of them disappeared

this evening.

Two suffering from dementia.

One of them has a heart condition. Jesus, we're responsible for these

I get it. I get it.

Are you going to break it down?

Ted!

Sergeant Wayne!

Not Sergeant Barney. I always forget. It had something to do with your aura. Did

you, by any chance, pick up some old fellas from the Janet Franks? You see,

way you say that... Drop the bullshit.

It's a movie.

Cinema.

Riven victims on hate.

Please, don't say anything to Mrs. Flynn.

Keep it down, man.

Is that you, Martha?

No.

Some of these guys have got to go home. Shh.

One of them had a heart condition.

Are you listening to me? You're interrupting, son. Back off.

We have your elderly gentleman and Van, Munther and Filani watching prison

vixens on heat.

And doing God knows what else.

Oh, do you mean... Yeah, probably.

Carpet's in enough of a state already.

Oh!

You want to take them home? I've wrapped it up.

They will. Don't you worry.

Wow, so manly.

You should take note.

Do you reckon that Hockney's being guy's gonna buff the other two with a

truncheon? Don't tell me you're ruining the story for me.

Oh, what?

Sorry, pal.

It's made me call problems.

The power's gone off.

Porky bastard!

I know I'm a pain, Cheryl, you know, and hard to live with.

But I didn't think it would be this hard to get pregnant.

You know, and you and Shell and Cherie.

You all seem to without even trying.

How long have you been trying?

Three months.

What's so funny?

Oh, come on, Gay.

It's not that long. No, but I have been really, really trying. Well, maybe you

should... I don't know, not try. I was not trying every time I got knocked up.

Yeah? Yeah.

Oh, but I bet you weren't in a regular ovulator.

You need to forget about it.

You need to relax.

That's what Muntz was saying.

And you know, now that you're not doing the bag, the pressure's off.

Are you saying that so I'll go to the South Island? No, don't worry about

Really? Really. Look, Kate, you're the reason this business exists.

So you just do whatever works.

You really mean that? I really mean that.

Do whatever you need to. No strings attached.

That's so nice. Oh, stop. You don't need to cry.

We're mates, right?

We're mates.

You didn't have to listen to Hayden Pook to Peters. I said no trouble and there

was trouble. If you want to make money from sad old bath... We didn't. We had

give refunds. Why do you think I fucking care? It's not your house. No, it's

Cheryl's. Pussy whipped. That's what you are. Isn't he just? And that's enough

from you. Don't you talk to my wife like that.

Put him up, Trotsky. Oh, I'm not going to fight you. Too bloody scared.

Don't want to be whipped in front of the ladies. And I have had enough of you

and your bullshit and lack of respect. For the last time, I live here, so get

fucking used to it.

Is my mother here? No, she's not. Why not?

Because she's going to see Casey to talk her off a ledge. But Mum is the reason

Casey is on that ledge.

Can't you guys sort this?

Well, how can I when she's not even here because she's gone to heavy haystacks?

Is it really worth getting this upset over handbags and bloody knickers? It is

more. Than a handbag. She is your mother and a decent woman who cares for you,

so get over it.

And you, any more shit from you and you're gone.

Jump, you prick.

Leave him, Ted. He's not worth it. And Cheryl's the real problem.

What has she done now?

Not your concern, darling.

How's Beth's bag?

Not very good. But today was inspirational.

I know.

But now I've got no designer, I've got to make 27 bags, but I've got nobody to

make them.

Maybe I should just give up. Who said that?

Cheryl? No, but... You can't let her stop you.

Well, I'm trying really, really hard to be positive, but I can't sew bags.

Oh, my dear.

You should have come to me sooner.

For you, because you so deserve them and I should have given them to you before.

Thanks.

But I can't make the bags even if I wanted.

You know, there's all the metal and the detailing.

And I've had a really good talk with Cheryl.

Casey, shut up and listen.

You related?

Oh.

You know what Casey's like when she gets on the booze. Jesus, she never stopped

crying. Ah, so it was bad.

No, no, no, no. It was good. It was real good.

You know what?

I can play nice when I want to.

No argument here.

So how are the teenagers?

No more parties or they're out of here.

How's that, playing nice?

I don't fucking care.

Ted and Norrie need to know that if they fuck with you, I am me.

Really? Yeah.

That's the way it is now.

Why are you still here?

Because of my marital difficulties.

You need to go home to Casey.

Tonight. Don't know about that, Mrs. West.

I do, Mumta.

It's all sorted.

Hey, sure.

The spring design.

I've done them.

Really? Yeah, well, I couldn't sleep last night.

And Mumta didn't come home.

He'll be back.

Okay, so it's kind of funky Pacific.

They can't get enough underwear.

Oh, slice of heaven.

Got a crotch cami? Oh, Casey, these are great.

Well, Hoochie is so a part of me.

You know what you said to me last night about looking out what was right for me?

I've done that.

And that's what I told Pascal, too.

And she's okay with it? Yeah, totally sweet.

Oh, and she's found this amazing machinist.

Where the fuck from?

And this is Bilky, and he is a bag man.

Two years in Mount Eden, darling, on mailbags.

Nowhere near as fruity as yours.

So all I have to do is design.

Oh, and supervise Bulky, who is such a cool guy and he's totally into fashion.

And I can have time off whenever I want.

You're leaving us.

Well, you did say, you know, work out what was right for me.

Yeah, but I didn't say bloody leave us. I know.

But Pascal's offer is so what I need right now. Kate, what about Hoochie

part of you? Yeah, well, it's a part I have to move on from. Yeah, but Kate.

I'm sorry, Cheryl.

You can't change my mind.

Brodie said yes.

She can't have quit.

I think it's for real this time.

I thought it was sorted.

She took me at my word.

Shit.

Oh well.

At least I've got Sheree.

I'll just have to find myself some new girls.

New designer.

I don't... I don't get...

I don't get how she could do this to me.

Oh, Casey, it was always a bit of a fruit. No, no, I mean Pascal.

She knows how much I need Casey.

And then she goes and bloody shafts me, my own daughter.

What did I ever do to deserve that?

Here's to me.

Yeah, to you.

Daughter, your mum?

Why?

Because I thought that was important.

Well, actually, I've had this huge realisation, which is that I don't need

approval anymore.

Because I've got so many other people who believe in me. Like me.

And like Casey, and Nairi, and Grandpa.

And best of all, I've got you.

Yeah, you do.

I made a spicy chicken thing.

It's in the oven.

And I just want you to know, we're not trying.

Not anymore.

But Keisha, I do want to have a baby with you. But we are so not trying.

Really.

Is this okay?

We can waste as much sperm as we want.

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