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Murder-suicide?

She was… she was trying to
tell me something that night,

but I just couldn't hear her.

Projection's never been her strength.

I couldn't…
I couldn't hear my baby's pleas for help.

Stop! I said stop it!

I said yes!

I said yes!

Ohh!

…Delta Goodrem,

- 'Neighbours', Network Ten…
- Mmmm!

…Ronnie Willis,
'Jillaroo', Nine Network,

Tammin Sursok, 'Home & Away',
Seven Network.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh! No! No!

And the 2004
Silver Logie goes to…

Ronnie Willis for 'Jillaroo'.

Ohhh!

Ahhh!

- It's true what they say…
- Mum!

Ma-ma-ma! Ma! Ma! Urgh!

…the view from the top…

Mum! Mum! Ronnie!

…Is amazing.

Come on.

Come on!

What the fuck, Dad?

- Audrey?! What…?
- What the fuck?!

- Look away!
- I'm traumatised!

You've just traumatised your daughter!

- You walked in on me!
- I can't find my almond milk!

- You know I only drink almond milk!
- Did you ask your mum?

No! I couldn't find Ronnie
and I couldn't find you!

But you know I only drink plant milk!

Yes, yes, yes…

Of course. I'm sorry.

One of us will pick some up today.

You're so disgusting!

Feral!

Reparations for this trauma.

And this one… is to make sure
that I don't tell Mum.

Fucking disgusting!

Hey! Dog, Dog! My toy! Bastard.

That is not your bone, Dog.

Dad! Stairs!

Bathroom door broke again.

- It was an accident.
- I'll fix it tonight.

Sure you will. Add it to the list.

- Mm-hm.
- Under "trim lemon tree".

Norah,
the bathroom is for everyone, okay?

Treat it like threading a needle.
The chair fits through the door.

- I know, I know.
- You've got to learn patience.

Ah!

How many times have I told you
not to let the dog lick lemons?

He's vegetarian now, Mum.
Just let him be who he is.

Oi, get your own toast,
you toast klepto.

Sign this. For school.

To say I've completed
my community service.

Hanging out with your sister
does not count as community service.

- What the actual fuck?!
- Norah, language.

Spending time with vulnerable
members of the community is.

Excuse you. I am not vulnerable.

In fact, I'd fillet your arse

if I was allowed to be adequately trained
in the art of fencing.

Okay, we're not signing this. Are we?

No.
Your mother's right. We're not.

You want me to do over
my community service?

You know what that means, right?

I'll have to sign up to work at the old
people's home after school - every day.

And that'll mean missing out
on voice and movement lessons.

And it might even mean missing out
on that Masterclass-thingy.

Okay, you can just call it
a Masterclass.

Don't add "thingy" to the end.
It's not a Masterclass-thingy.

It's a Masterclass.
And major talent scouts attend.

They won't get to see
my talent, as I won't be there.

Not… at… all.

- Fine.
- You've gotta be shitting me.

Norah, if I have to talk to you
about language one more time, I swear…

Okay, but if Audrey gets to
claim me as "vulnerable",

then I get to claim her
as a goddamn sociopath!

- Am not!
- Are too!

Sociopath.

- I heard that.
- You were meant to.

Audrey, I'll pick you
up from voice this afternoon.

- It's okay, Max'll pick me up.
- No. Not on a school night.

What? Why? I'm 18.
I'm the author of my own story.

- 17!
- 17 and nine months.

I don't want you diddling away
your time with boys…

- Ha! Diddle.
- You're a child!

- Yes, legally I am.
- We've got to practice your Greeks

Lucinda won't accept anything less
than perfect when you're working with her.

Whatever, I can't wait
for school to be over

and I can do whatever I want,
whenever I want.

And not a day goes by when you
don't violate my human rights!

If you're really worried about
Mum violating your human rights,

you could take it up with the model UN
we started at school this month.

Shut up. No one asked for your opinion.

It was nice of your sister to offer,
Audrey. She didn't have to.

Your band sounds great.

I said no talking.

I'm allowed to tell him I like his band.

No, you can't! Not unless
you wanna make your own way to school.

- Oh, yeah. I'll just walk, shall I?
- You know what I meant.

Try these. Takes the edge right off.

Hey, isn't that my pain medication?

Did you speak to your mum about Nepal?

- Nepal? What…?
- Shut up!

- Do you even know where or what Nepal is?
- Yes.

It's far enough away from you
and Mum and Dad.

Especially Mum.
And, yeah, it's a country in…

In?

- Asia.
- In Asia.

Oh, look who looked at
a world map. Congratulations.

After we graduate,
we are going to Nepal

for a UNESCO-sponsored
house-building program

- and surf holiday.
- What?

We're gonna do something amazing
with our white privilege.

When are you gonna tell Mum?
And can I be there?

- It's my life.
- Ha. No, it's not.

A man sows seed on the ground.

- Day or night…
- Day or night…

…whether he sleeps or gets up…

…whether he sleeps or gets up…

…the seeds sprout and grow…

…the seeds sprout and grow…

…though he does not know how.

…though he does not know how.

- Amen.
- Amen.

All right, let's bless this puppy.

Let's do this.

Sorry to interrupt. Cormack.

Bourke Kennedy.
No need to apologise, Cormack.

When the need hits us to pray, we pray.

God doesn't give a fuck about the fact
that I've got to meet a bloke

that might change my life.

Hm.

Coffee?

Love black coffee.

Ah… I mean…

I'd like a coffee, any coffee.

A man who loves coffee.

- Been here long?
- A few months.

Would love to unpack, but as you can see
we lack the appropriate storage space.

Mmm.

- That's where you come in.
- What were you thinking?

Ceiling to floor, door to door.
Mainly for video and tech equipment.

Mmm.

Something that's…

…nice and deep.

Deep storage.

My specialty.

I'll take a few measurements,
get a quote together.

Do you know what…

Kind of, um…

Wood finish you'd like?
It's just I'll factor that in.

What would you recommend?

Mahogany.

Timeless.

Mmm, timeless.

Nice.

It's not as if I didn't already
have somebody to love.

We slept together
three nights in a row.

Three nights in a row.

Well, that's enough to make it too late.

And end scene.

Yeah.

So what you want to capture
is 'Monkey Grip's fatalism.

Okay? The recognition of knowing
that everything you do

in your search for love
could destroy those around you!

So, as an actor,
you need to ask yourself…

- Why?
- Why?

Is… love…

Worth it?

Do I deserve it?

Wow.

You look amazing.

Yeah. Thanks.

But, um… they're not for me.
I'm shopping for my daughter.

You're a mum?

- Yeah. Two teenage daughters.
- No way. I don't believe you.

May. May.

Can you believe it? She's a mum.

With two teenage daughters.

Oh, cut it out!

You could be her.

You know, you're very familiar.

Oh, I, uh…

- I used to be on TV.
- Anything we know you from?

Yeah. Um… 'Jillaroo'?

Er, 'Cul-de-sac Bay'?

Did you guys catch 'Jillaroo 2.0'?

Mm, no.

And in 'Neighbours' I had a…
I had a two-episode arc.

Yes! Yes! I think I remember.
Do you know Kylie?

- Kylie?
- You know, 'Padam Padam'.

I love Kylie Minogue.
She was in 'Neighbours'.

- Vintage.
- Yeah.

You know, Kylie? The "La La" song?

- Yeah, I know who Kylie is.
- La, la, la…

But we… Our paths never crossed.

- Jason Donovan? Toadie?
- No.

Oh, my God!
What are you doing here?

What are you wearing? You look ridiculous.

I booked the gym.

- You can't book the gym.
- Yes, you can.

- I did it via the intranet.
- Okay, tech-head. Whatever.

The intranet?
Actually doesn't even sound real.

- It is.
- Whatever. You can't have it.

We're practicing for
the graduation ceremony.

- But I'm in training.
- For what? The Special Olympics?

Shut it, Irene!
You can't say shit like that to my sister.

Maybe she is? It was a genuine question.

And it's a great question, Irene.

And I'd love to compete
in the Paralympics.

- See?
- Interesting fact…

Is it interesting?
It better be interesting.

Wheelchair fencing has been a fixture

of the Paralympic Games since
its debut in Rome in 1960.

You can practice in the corner.

There are three events
I could compete in…

Fencing? Really?

Any sort of sport
would be great for Norah.

- She's a natural athlete.
- Just like Dad.

Yeah, no, I don't doubt it,
and I would love for Norah

to be able to do anything that she wants.

Really?
So I could be a professional fencer?

'Course I mean it, honey.

But, and I'm a little bit annoyed
that it's fallen to me to point this out,

you're failing to address
the elephant in the room here.

Norah is more than capable...

Uh, no, which is…
which is clearly the cost.

The cost? What?
Audrey gets dance, singing...

It's just not something
we can afford to do right now.

You see…

Audrey, my eldest daughter,
she's very, very special.

She has…

- Special needs.
- You can't be serious.

And children like that, well…

God, they're exhausting.

Okay. Go on.

I'm not going.
She's your special daughter.

Oh, don't be a baby.
You're the one that ambushed me.

Parenting advice from a physiotherapist?
Seriously?

Off you go.

You have to help me out, Mum.

I am in a wheelchair, remember?

My gosh.

Where's your special daughter?

If I had to hazard a guess,
I would say not here.

You're navigating.

How can we truly connect when
I haven't been inside you yet?

Not yet.

Not here.

We'll never change the world together
if you can't declare your love for me.

- Listen to me...
- I fucking love you, Audrey!

I love you. Why can't you
show me that you love me?

- Oh, my God! Mum!
- Ronnie?

What the hell are you doing here?!

I'm sorry to interrupt
a little teenage regret,

but Audrey missed
her voice class this afternoon

and I'm hoping to get
some clarification on why.

How did you find me?

Are you tracking me?

- You. Out of the van. Now!
- Fuck! Bitch!

Jesus Christ.

Oh, you can't tell me what to do!

Look, you don't have time to be skipping
voice lessons to hang out with boys.

- I'm ordering pizza. One ham-and-pineapple.
- You have a future to worry about.

- One supreme…
- And, young lady, a future

is not something
you find in the back seat of a car.

We were in the front seat.
And maybe I don't want your future.

- Have you thought about that?
- Audrey, we have invested

so much time in your career.

I gave up my career.
I just don't want you to jeopardise...

All investments carry risk, Mother!

- I quit!
- Quit what?!

Acting!
I don't want to go to drama school.

I don't want to be an actor,
I don't want to be a voice-over artist,

and I don't want to go
to some stupid Masterclass

with whatever the fuck her name is.

Lucinda Domotrov.

And it is a gift
that a director of that caliber

deigned to give you a place in her course.

I mean, her all-male production

of 'The Vagina Monologues'
was a fucking revelation!

They've also got…

…crème caramel, home-style tiramisu…

I'm going to Nepal with Max

and I'm gonna build a house
for the disadvantaged.

Okay. Yeah.

I found your little travel guide.

You went through my things?

Maybe check with those two.
I dunno what they want.

I'm not checking with those two.

You can't quit destiny.

Not after all the work I've put into it!

I don't want to be a dancer or an actress

or a voice-over artist,
not if it means turning out like you!

- Audrey!
- What?! We all know the truth!

- And what's that?
- Don't take the bait.

Ah-ah! I'm fascinated.

What's the truth?

You're a shit actress, and you know it.

You just quit before anyone else realised.

Just me.

Is it true?

It was a fight.

Yeah, but why say it if it's…

I mean, have I got no talent?

Has everything 'TV Week' ever
written about me been a lie?

She was trying to hurt you.
It's what she does.

And you take the bait every time.

I know.

Maybe we should let her
build igloos for the Inuits,

- if that's what she wants.
- Oh, God…

God knows it would give us
more time for us.

And what would we do
with this "us" time, Cormack?

I don't know.

Yeah, I didn't think so.

Mum, Dad, she's at it again!

Oh, God…

- I'm taking a stand!
- Jump already!

It's my life, and you can't
control it anymore!

Okay, you're not taking
a stand, you're making a scene.

- She's right.
- I want to help people.

Help the world.
The people of Nepal need me.

- What, an ungrateful, ranting teenager?
- I'm a young adult now!

Audrey!

You want a show, do you?

No, no, no. No, no, no.

You've got nothing prepared
for these people. Just come down.

But, Mum, aren't you always telling me
the world's my stage?

It's "all the world's a stage".
Get it right.

- Shut up!
- You shut up!

- No, you shut up!
- Both of you, shut up!

"Where am I?

- "Fled is the kindly light."
- Really? The Greeks?

"Deep darkness blinds my eyes,
and the sky, buried in gloom,

- "is hidden away."
- Less Blanchett, more Robbie!

- "But see!"
- Oh, God…

"With double sun the day..."

Audrey!

Mum, Dad, help me!

- Help me!
- Where's that fucking ladder?

Coming! Bloody thing's stuck.

I don't like it up here!
I wanna get down!

Okay. And we're
gonna get you down, okay?

But first… first…

…you need to practice your Greeks.

Okay. Now, honey…

…I need you to come a little
bit closer to me and stand up.

Lucinda's putting on 'Medea' this year,

and we need to impress her
and the scouts with your Cassandra.

Okay, just shuffle along.

You're doing a great job
but I think you can do better.

Audrey, focus.

Now, it was a really good start.

But this scene is a warning,
it's a foreshadowing.

Cassandra is saying, "Beware,
that the world you know will change."

Mum, I'm scared.

And so was Cassandra.

And I want you to focus on her fear.

Okay? Use it.

- "Ah, what a fire it is…"
- Look out, Joe.

Coming through.

"Ah…"

"What a fire it is."

Okay, good. More foreboding.

"Ah, what a fire it is!"

"Ah, what a fire it is!"

- What happened with the ladder?
- It got caught on something.

I can't do everything myself, can I?

Get down. Get off.

Mummy's coming to save you!

"It is she who will kill me..."

Audrey!

Someone order a pizza?

We won't know more
until we run tests tomorrow,

but, at present, she's in a coma.

Coma?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

But… but you expect a full recovery?

Audrey has sustained
life-threatening injuries.

It's still touch and go.

Okay, so perhaps not a full recovery,
but what about a partial one?

- Partial?
- Be able to speak, perform a soliloquy?

Put down a self-tape if a
casting director requires one?

Ronnie…

- Eventually, maybe…
- Great.

But right now your daughter
is in a comatose state.

- Right.
- Yep. Ms. Lipsick, it's...

It's Ms. Willis. I have my own name.

Ms. Willis,
I understand that you're processing

the attempted suicide of your child...

Er, no, no, no. No, no, no.
It was an accident.

And if she hadn't hit her head on the
goddamn lemon tree,

- she would be fine.
- I've been meaning to fix the roof

and that lemon tree,
it just got out of control.

What about her face?

Er, does it look like she might
have long-term scarring?

What I'm asking is,
will her instrument still work?

- Ms. Willis.
- Yes?

It's important that we let your daughter

- recover in her own time.
- Sure.

- If she recovers.
- Right.

You need to be prepared that
she might not pull through.

Oh… Okay, then. No, no…

Look… Okay.

I know she'll be fine, Doctor.

This is just what Audrey does.

She immerses herself in the drama of life.

You see a patient in a coma,

I see an artist living her truth.

What's going on?

Uh, hello, Audrey's phone.
Ronnie speaking.

Hi, I'm calling in regards
to Lucinda Domotrov's course.

- Can I please speak to Audrey?
- Oh, erm,

she's indisposed right now,
um, but could I take a message?

We need to verify her ID
in person tomorrow.

Oh, I thought we could
just do that on the day.

No. I'm afraid tomorrow's the deadline.

Okay, no, no… No problem.

- I'm sure we can figure it out.
- Bye.

- Okay, bye-bye.
- What was that about?

Oh, ID for Lucinda Domotrov's course.

- Remind me to sort it tonight.
- She's in a coma.

Sure. But who knows
what tomorrow will bring?

They're not even sure if
there's going to be a tomorrow.

- Oh, God!
- Is she dead?

- No, honey.
- Not yet.

Okay. You need a change of clothes.
We all do.

Your mum's right. Let's go.

Actually, why don't you stay here?
I'll grab you something.

I'd really like to spend
some quality time with Norah.

Okay?
So, kiss your sister goodbye.

- I'm good, thanks.
- Norah, go on.

Fine.

- Ugh! She tastes like damp!
- And tell her you love her.

- What?!
- That's enough.

I want it on the record that
under no other circumstances

would I ever be caught dead doing this.

Noted.

Mum says
I have to tell you I love you.

Thank you. Okay, let's go.

Are you really gonna make me
go to school today after what happened?

You have to go to school. It's the law.

I'm sure they'd make an exception,
given the circumstances.

Why are you making this so hard for me?

My uniform has Audrey dirt all over it.

Just grab a tissue. It'll come right off.

I don't even have my schoolbag.
What am I supposed to do for lunch?

Okay. Here we go.

I'll pick you up on my way
back to the hospital, okay?

Fine.

Bye, Mum. Love our quality time together.

Love you.

- Nice Aldi bag.
- Oh, fuck off.

Excuse me, Miss?

Oi, Duncan.

Ow!

Oh, my eye!

- Norah Lipsick?
- Yes, Miss?

- Norah!
- Oh, my God! Oh!

- Are you okay?
- We heard you maimed Duncan.

Are you gonna get charged with assault?

- Sent to jail?
- What? No.

Oh! So stoic.

Oh, just like Audrey.
May she rest in peace.

She's still alive.

We want you to know
that we're here for you.

Anything you need.

We've never known someone
who knows someone in a coma before.

- It's really confronting.
- And very cool.

- Tell her.
- Tell me what?

We're holding a memorial for Audrey.

- She's not dead.
- That's right.

And we'd love for you to be a part of it.

- We're gonna do a dance.
- Me?

Be more authentic.
Because you've got lived experience.

- I'm really not sure that's what lived...
- Hey, Norah. How are you doing?

I'm headed to see Audrey.
You need a lift?

Uh, window seat?

Yeah, sure.

Have you ever seen
anyone in a coma before?

I've seen movies.

It's… louder than I expected.

Yeah.

I think it's really great
that you're gonna do that memorial.

- She's not...
- She really liked you. You know?

And I'm writing this song that's about…

How emotionally open I am.

But, like…
how many feelings that I…

like, how deeply I… um…

- Feel?
- Yeah.

'Cause I'm feeling really proud of myself.

You know, like,
I'm choosing not to be defined

as a guy whose girlfriend is in a coma

'cause I'm so much more than that.

I'm a poet.

Look, while she's…

…incapacitated,
it might be best if you get the pills

straight from the source.
At least for the next little while.

Sweet.

- Why do you take them?
- 'Cause I'm a traveler, Norah.

I'm a traveler of life.
And I take them so that…

No day will ever be the same
as the one before or the one after it.

'Cause life…

Life's a gamble

and I'm a gambler.

Why do you take them?

I have cerebral palsy.

That's cool.

"Oh, mystery, misery!
Again comes on me.

The terrible Labour of true prophecy,
dizzying prelude".

"Do you see these who sit
before the house, children,

like the shapes of dreams..."

What you kids up to?

Oh, just prep work.

Prep work for what?

Oh, Lucinda's very focused on the…
on the classics.

And I don't know if you noticed,
but up on the roof,

Audrey's Cassandra was all over the shop.

I mean, the problem with Audrey right now

is that she's completely in her head.

She's totally disconnected
physically from the work.

- She's still...
- She's in a coma, Ronnie.

Don't…

Don't limit her like that.

She's not doing the course.

No amount of talent will have her

convincingly playing
alive and happy right now.

Hey, if you want me to call and explain

why she can't do the course,
then I'll do it...

Her success is my responsibility.

Oh, I'm sorry, is your comatose
daughter distracting you?

It's nothing.

Do you know what's happening
with the lemon tree?

Does it look like it's dying or something?

Yeah. I poisoned it.

It tried to kill my daughter.

Someone had to do something.

How old did you say you were again?

Uh, 17 and nine months.
Yeah, I graduated last year

and spent, um, 12 months working in Nepal.

With the Nepalese people. Building houses.

As you can imagine, I got quite
a lot of exposure to the sun.

And… and to the people.

Classes start Monday.

Thank you.

And end scene.

Fuck…

- Fuckin'…
- Oh, shit, shit, shit.

Get out of the car!

- I'm on my P-plates.
- What the fuck…?!

Fuck…

You tried to run me over!

It was an accident. I'd never run
the Lucinda Domotrov over on purpose.

I didn't think you'd try to run
me over on purpose, either!

Then why are you yelling at me?

Are you trying to cry?

No, I am crying.

This is me crying.

Stop it.

You're making me feel very uncomfortable.

But you're a personal hero of mine.

I mean, your version
of Nick Enright's 'Blackrock'

performed entirely by kindergarteners

- was amazing!
- Hm.

It's what made me want to become an actor.

I've signed up for your class.

You're not an actor.

Not yet, anyway.

My class will change that.

Yes!

I was you,
and no one blinked an eye.

Not the admin lady, not Lucinda.
And that's craft!

Knowing what drives your character.

Oh, and Lucinda…

Oof. Meeting her was life-changing.

And it'll be life-changing for you too,
honey.

You'll be so glad you didn't give up
on this opportunity, sweetheart.

So glad.

Oh!

Ugh!

God, what the…?!

Jesus!

Nurse. Nurse!

- Cold brew?
- Sounds good.

So, you're a bit of a one-man band.

Mmm.

Your truck says "Lipsick and Sons".

Oh, I am the son.

Ah. Makes sense.

Well…

You know… I don't mind
getting my hands dirty.

Same.

And if you ever need a hand…

Just give us a bell.

Thank you.

Well, all right.

Flock's waiting.
You're welcome to join the flock anytime.

The universal truth of acting,

becoming an actor, being an actor, is…

Oppression.

But before we can even begin
to confront our oppressors,

I need to know why you're here.

I need to know what drives you,

what your motivation is,

your secret wound.

You.

Careless driver, why are you here?

Um, to paint a picture
of the world for others.

- Wrong.
- Er, to hold a mirror

up to society.

You are just saying the same thing

using different words,
like a common street mime.

Why are you really here?

- Because all the world's a stage.
- Arghh!

Boring!

- You!
- I wanna be famous.

At last, honesty!

- To prove them wrong!
- Who?

My family.

To prove that I'm not a fraud,

that I have talent,

that I'm not a failure.

"I am not a failure, Mum and Dad!"

Bravo! Bravo!

We have found your wound.

I am going to break you down
and build you up again

so you can show them

who… you… really… are.

And you are?

Audrey.

I keep expecting him
to walk back into the room. You know?

Yes, Pat. We know.

September 11 ruined so many lives.

Mmm.

Your husband died in the
drive-thru of Mt Isa Macca's.

It still resonated, Vince. You know that.

I've said this before.
I don't think it's a comparable loss.

No judgement, Vince. You know the rules.

Okay, look, we've got someone new today.

Hi, I'm Cormack.

Hi, Cormack.

I'm not really sure
what I can contribute.

Everybody's got something to contribute.

I really don't.

Well, that's a shame.

Is anyone else struggling
with anything today?

- Yeah...
- Me. Last week, my...

Me!

Me.

It's my family.

They're gone.

Gone?

Gone, for a pack
of ciggies gone? Or gone-gone?

Come on, Vince.

My daughter went up on the roof,

and my wife followed her up.

And… I… I don't know what.

I didn't see
'cause I was grabbing a ladder.

Keep going.

Keep going.

She killed her.

My lovely daughter Audrey.

My beautiful Auds.

She killed her

and then she jumped herself.

Now I'm all alone.

Thank you.

Like you're hungry.
You haven't had lunch.

How do you take your coffee?

Tea, if you have it.
I'm not much of a coffee drinker...

No, scared. You're in a shopping mall.
You can't see sight of your child.

How do you take your coffee?!

Tea, if you have it.

I'm not… I'm… I'm not much
of a coffee drinker.

You want him to want your coffee
or he'll die at midnight.

How do you take your coffee?

Tea, if you have it.
I'm not much of a coffee drinker...

You need him to taste your coffee!

He's just murdered his wife
to be with you!

How do you take your coffee?

Tea, if you, um… have it. I'm…

I'm not much of a coffee drinker.

He's tasted your coffee.
He's left you at the altar.

You still have this bitter
aftertaste in your mouth. Go.

How do you take your coffee?

Uh, tea, if you…

…have it.

I'm not much of a…

Coffee drink…

Coffee drinker.

Jimmy and Lori,
you start off together.

Then, Dave, you go and join, okay?
And go easy on the wipes.

- Got it. Thank you.
- Good luck, guys.

You're strugglin'.

I'm okay.

No, you're not.

But that's okay.

We need to take the time to acknowledge
that our lives aren't always as we wish.

I took the life of someone once.

He was 21.

I was on the drink for most of the day.

Took a bit of weed,
anything else I could get my hands on.

Hopped behind the wheel of a car and…

Well, 15 years later…

Loss begets loss.

The trick is,
as dead as your wife may be...

And she is.

Very dead.

Even in death,

she doesn't need forgiveness.

She needs redemption.

This here…

This is my redemption.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

That door.

What…

It's a boutique film studio

with a focus
on creating niche marital aids

for Christian couples.

There's a market for that?

"And the man and his wife, stood naked,
and they were not ashamed."

Genesis, chapter 2:25.

No, well,
that's where you're fuckin' wrong, Vince.

It's God's patience that's infinite,
not mine!

Yeah, well, fuck you too!

Oh.

I didn't see you there.
I guess you heard all of that.

Um… not really.

It's too windy. Nothing carried.

Fuck.

Is everything all right?

Oh, man, it's… it's the perils
of running a small business.

I'm down a body.

Anything I can do?

Scene 3, take 1
of Esther and King Ahasuerus.

Action.

How beautiful and
pleasant you are, my loved one.

Your stature is like a palm tree,

and your breasts are like its clusters.

Oh. Hm.

Oh…

I say… I will climb the palm tree

- and lay hold of its fruits.
- Hm. Mm.

May your breasts be like clusters...

And that's what Lucinda wants from us.

Our authentic self.

Look what I got.

Twinning.

What's goin' on?

What does it look like? Fixing the roof.

What is goin' on over there?!

I'm callin' the police!

You do you, Joe.

Wait till you see the bathroom.

- Try it out.
- Try what out?

The door.

- Fixed it.
- Oh.

Thanks.

Come on, Norah,
you can do better than that.

I think your dad's done a fantastic job.

Gee, thanks, Dad.

I'm so glad I've only
had to wait my entire life

and for my sister to end up in a coma

in order to get reasonable
and adequate access to the bathroom.

No worries.

Wow, how did we raise such
glass-half-empty kids, huh?

Mmm.

- Give it another go.
- Come on!

Let's have a go.

Shit.

Hey! What are you up to?

Nothing. I… was just… practicing
for the vigil for Audrey.

Ah. Show me what ya got.

- Really?
- Yeah. This is my jam, kiddo.

Hit the music.

Okay.

Ooh, and the trick is, put a
little bit of yourself into it.

- Right?
- Okay.

Go!

Yes! Yes!

I love that!

John, I am sorry you lost your head.

- Like, we can afford it?
- Can now.

Yep, that's me.

We're just about to start
if you want to join us.

I'd love to.

What name do you want
on those head shots?

- Oh, Lipsick.
- And how do you spell that?

Audrey Lipsick.

Pat, this is not…
Pat, this is not working.

I mean…

Salome never met John the Baptist.

So for them to be both in the spa,
it's just…

It just doesn't ring true.

All right, then. We're cutting the spa.

Art Department, can you set up
for the banquet, please?

I've got an idea.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hold up, everybody. Wait there!

Cormack's got an idea.

Who are you? This is my personal spa.

- Ohh…
- How did you get in here?

Herod! My liege!

May I present to you the head

- of John the Baptist.
- Here.

The head, you say…

- We'll see you tomorrow.
- See ya!

Tommy, make sure you
get onto that soundie, eh?

- Yep.
- 'Cause the other one was…

Yeah, I wasn't happy with him.
Hey, King.

What's in those tablets
you're takin', they're workin'.

Keeping strong, brother.

I was thinking of you, mate.

Hey, Cormack,
you got a minute, man?

Yeah, of course.

Oh, sorry. Your hat.

Nah, it's yours.

You earnt that today.

Thanks.

You know, you should really…

Should really think about directing.

You reckon?

Yeah. Absolutely.

- Really?
- Yeah.

You know, 'cause I've been
writing my own script.

It's only really rough. But, um…

I'd love to read it.

Oh, yeah. Take it off. Take it off.

What's going on?

There's not enough… not enough room.

- Oh, no, we can't, we can't.
- She'll never know.

No, but I think she can hear us.
I saw a doco.

All right, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it.

Oh, yeah!

That was… fucking…

Yeah.

God, you were hard.

Oh, finally. We're back, baby.

When was the last time we did that?

With another person in the room.

Jesus, honey.

That's our comatose daughter.
Too much. Too much. Too much.

I mean adult. Invite only.

2006 Logies. Remember?

Larry.

Oh, man.

Larry loved a chat.

God, we used to be fun.

We still are fun.

I need to tell you something.

Yeah?

You know that job I've been doing?

- Well, there's this...
- Oh, shit!

Yeah, well...

Norah. Fuck. Fuck, Norah!

- The vigil!
- Fuck!

I'm Max.

Uh, we are Only Who-Man.

And, uh, Audrey's really special to me.

And I want her back.
Audrey, come back to me.

One, two, three, four!

Now please keep the energy up
for our second act,

'The Audrey Please Don't Die' dancers!

Whoo!

Go, Norah!

You look beautiful, honey!

Wow.

You were amazing!

Your mum's right. You were.

Thanks, guys. I was.

- And, Mum, thanks for all your help.
- Aw.

My pleasure.

What do you say
we go grab some ice-cream?

If you guys don't mind, there's
an after-party at Irene's.

Mmm… yeah.

- Okay. Home by nine.
- Ten.

Deal.

No, you killed it. You killed it.

I love you guys.

I'm sorry, what did you just say?

- Are you okay?
- I said I love you guys.

I know. I just think we should
honour this moment.

- Right?
- Now you're making it weird.

I've just never heard you
say those words in a sentence.

- Like, the same sentence.
- Whatever.

Well, I love you too.

Yeah, yeah, yeah…

You sure it's safe?

- Solid craftsmanship, I'll have you know.
- Yeah.

Guaranteed not to lose another daughter.

It was a joke.

Yeah, no, I… I know. It's funny.
You just didn't give me time to respond.

Sorry.

Oh, wow.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Didn't Norah look beautiful up there?

So beautiful.

The whole night…

Been amazing.

Isn't it nice just…

What?

What?

Isn't it nice… just you, me and Norah?

Is that bad?

I mean,
maybe it was all just meant to be, right?

It's exactly how I feel.

You were so awesome up there tonight,
Norah.

Thanks, Andy.

I know Audrey's probably looking down,
thinking the same.

I feel for your parents.

What if she ends up in…
… a wheelchair?

Or something? You know,
that's like two of you in the same family.

They would be so lucky.

I wish I was in a wheelchair.

Uh, excuse me.

- Was it something we said?
- No, not at all.

Ooh. Is that for me?

It's for us.

Oh, wow. It's beautiful.

What is it?

Is it like a, um…

Shower squeegee?

No.

Oh.

Deeper, honey. That's it.

Do you want some?

You don't even know what they do.

Yeah, that's half the fun.

- Do you love me, Norah?
- What?

I think I could love you.

If you could show me that you love me…

What about Audrey?

She never loved me.

And now she's in a coma,
I don't think she ever will.

It does make for a bit of
a one-sided relationship.

Yeah.

You're not in a coma.

That's why I think you and I might work.

You're beautiful.

Can I touch you?

Please.

Yeah, how does that feel?
Is that okay?

That feels good.

Hah.

- Oh…
- Yeah?

- Yeah, you love me.
- Oh.

Yeah.

Side to side.

- Mmm!
- Oh!

- I think something's wrong with the dog.
- Huh?

He's got a bloody lemon.

What?

Hey, buddy, you right?

Hey, Dog. Dog.

Oh, God, he's…

Shit, he's not breathing.

- Hello?
- Hey, Dog?

He's gone.

Okay, we'll be right there.

It's Audrey.

Thank you for showing me that
I deserve to be loved, Norah.

All right, I'm gonna grab a beer.

Oh.

- Max.
- Mr. Lipsick.

What's going on?

Um…

It's Audrey.

Let's just get your things.

Is she dead?

No.

Sh… she's alive.

Expected to make a full recovery.

Hey. What's up?

I'm thirsty.

There's water right there.

Can't reach.

Mum, I'm not an invalid!
I can hold a glass!

Okay. Okay.

Oh, shit.

Sorry.

Are you wearing my pants?

Norah, it's your turn!

How?!

Feel the sun,
feel the sun, feel the sun.

Breathing, all the way down.

Oh, that is beautiful.

You are all doing a fantastic job!

Except for Audrey.

And, darling, nothing should be as hard
as you're making me believe it is.

God, no.

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

I see a shape, I see a form.

I do not see any content.

Oh, well, maybe I was wrong about you.

Lucinda…

Nobody gives a flying fuck

whether I can be a tree
with feeling or not.

Okay, trust me, it is not a life skill.

Oh, believe me, it is.

Being able to convince people
that you can play anything -

a tree, an 18th-century shoe,
is vital to your success.

So, yes, Audrey,

convincingly playing a tree with feeling
is a skill you need to conquer.

Really? Because it's not
gonna make me a better actor.

Or a better person.

Or… or a better fucking anything.
And you know why?

Nobody gives a shit about trees!

I'm sorry if me not realizing
myself as a tree upsets you.

But news flash, this is all I got left!

This tree is dead!

Oppressed
by the worst of them all,

her own self.

I didn't say stop.

Branches up!

Hey, guys.

We didn't invite you to join us.

I texted you. I thought I could
get a lift home after school.

We think it's best Max
doesn't talk to you anymore.

Not after what happened.

And you've got wheels,

- roll 'em.
- Hey, I've got this.

- You seduced me with your vagina.
- What the fuck?

You violated him, your sister's boyfriend.
You crossed a line.

I was in a vulnerable place
emotionally, physically

and, yeah, I'll admit it,
spiritually and…

You knew that and…

You made me touch you.

That's not what happened.

I guess I just expected more
from the sister of a coma victim.

Let's call it what it was…

Reverse rape.

I'll get there… eventually.

You guys are the fucking worst.

Don't victim-blame.
Be better than that, Norah.

Oops.

Oh, you okay?

I think you dislodged my menstrual cup.

It was an accident.

Besides, I did her a favour -
she's always wanted a nose job.

Yeah, well, accident or no accident,

your father and I think it might be best,

what, with Audrey's rehab costs

and paying for Irene's nose surgery,

that we just… we just press
pause on your fencing classes.

God, I wish you weren't my mum.

Oh, fuck off!

"An evening of slippery, muscular,
throbbing, wet, carnal pleasure."

After all…

"Am I not my brother's keeper?"

"The end."

Can you take Audrey to physio tomorrow?

I'm just not sure I'm up for it.

No worries.

You okay?

Don't worry about it.

Dad! Ronnie!
I need a glass of water!

I'm sorry.

Do you want me to…
do you want me to…?

Yep.

I'm still waiting!

Stop being lazy, Audrey!
I've seen you walk!

Shut up, Norah!

No, you shut up!

Oh, hang on. Just give me a sec.

This is neglect!

I'm inside you, Audrey!

- I'm inside you! Oh, yeah…
- Oh…

Oh, finally I can feel your love.

Yeah… Oh, now we can
change the world!

Yeah. Whatever.

I love you, Audrey.
Yeah. I love you.

Tell me again, Max.
Tell me how much you love me.

I love you so much,
more than anything else in this world.

- Oh!
- What the hell is going on here?!

- Oh, shit!
- They're fucking on my bed.

You. Get the fuck out of our house!

You hear that?
Get the fuck out of our house!

Come on, Norah.

Audrey is being very nasty
and Max is not a nice boy.

Here's to your speedy recovery.

So she fucks Max on my bed

- and gets ice-cream?
- Norah, language, please.

Don't worry, sweetheart.
You get ice-cream too.

Can I have
a vanilla soft-serve sundae

- with a flake inside, please?
- Sure, no worries.

Yeah, can you make sure that's in a cup?
I'm gluten-free.

Uh, we should, um…
find a seat over there.

- Way over there, away from people.
- Strawberry sundae?

- Dad, that's my ice-cream.
- Cormack. Cormack!

Cormack?

Oh!

It's so good to see you! I tried to call.

This is Bourke. You know, that big job?

The one with the storage
and the cabinets…

We went with dark mahogany. Hm.

Oh, man, I missed you.

I thought that my Christian porn community
was my redemption,

but I was wrong.

You were.

Oh, you smell so good.

Oh, I'm sorry, but…
are you guys fucking?

- Yes.
- No.

Right, well, I'm Ronnie, Cormack's wife.

- Wife?
- Dad, you're having an affair?

It's not an affair.

But he told the Lord
that you were dead.

- What?
- Suicide.

What? Why would you tell somebody
that I'd killed myself?

- No, I didn't say...
- Because you murdered your daughter.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the actual fuck?

- And you couldn't handle the shame.
- No, no, no. That's not what I said.

- Not exactly.
- Well, it was strongly implied.

Okay, how many people have you told?

You do realise that your lies

could totally decimate my career?

I mean, in the arts,
reputation is everything.

So, fuck you!

Vanilla soft-serve with a flake!

Dad, why would you tell everyone we died?
That's so messed up.

I didn't, sweetheart.
I never even mentioned you.

Yeah, see?

Even in Dad's little make-believe world
of bullshit, he still forgets about you.

Why couldn't Mum murder-suicide me too?
What am I, fucking invisible?

- You're not invisible, honey!
- And to think that I was up at night,

wrestling with the worry that you
were alone or in pain, and yet you're here

- with a wife that's alive…
- Aha!

…and clearly with
two children that are alive!

Dad, this sure as hell
sounds like an affair.

It's not an affair.
You know why it's not an affair?

Because your mum and I have always had

- an open relationship.
- Oh, not now, Cormack.

And, yes, there's been times
when we've had threesomes.

- Ugh! I'm gonna vomit.
- There's been group role play.

- God, stop.
- But there's always been rules.

And I didn't adhere to those rules.

But that doesn't mean
I don't love you, Ronnie.

You used my tragedy
as an excuse for a trauma-fuck.

And now you think it's a good time
to explain your sex life to us?

- We're your children.
- Yeah, you know what?

I'm done.
Maybe Bourke can offer you a bed tonight.

Come on, girls. We're going.

You're pathetic.

Somebody's in here.

What's your fucking problem?!

I knew it.

A non-disabled person taking up space.
My fucking space.

How dare you.

Hang on a second.

Are you trying to act disabled?

It's not my problem you can't
see my disability, okay?

- Hey?
- Oh, wow.

We doin' this?

Bad acting is not a disability.

You are shit.

Did you see my little video?

Yeah. I did.

It went viral.

It's pretty cool, hey?

Yeah, from the way you were dancing,

makes me think you
still might have concussion.

So remind me to make an appointment

with the doc...

It was in pain

'cause you poisoned their lemon tree.

- So I guess you saw I went viral?
- Mm-hm.

Ah, Ronnie…

I know when some people look at you,
they see a monster.

I don't.

- Do you know who I see?
- Who?

I see Daniel Day-Lewis,
Marlon Brando, Margot Robbie.

All method actors, just like you.

You think I'm like Margot?

Oh, no, darling. She's really good.

The point I was making was,

I understand why you had to become Audrey.

- To preserve your future.
- Mm.

I know some in the media
see you as a deceitful witch

and an evil monster
and a blight on society.

Jesus.

I see a mother

unwilling to sacrifice her only
happiness for her children.

I see a hero.

I had a plan, you know, and…

And I was… I was doing it, I…

Graduated from drama school,

got a part on a long-running soap
to gain exposure and then, after that,

I was gonna concentrate
on small indie films,

looking for that crossover role
which would change everything for me.

Win an Oscar,

hook up with George Clooney,

fuck Courtney Cox, Keanu.

But then… kids…

Mortgage and the grind.

I know, you died in the arse.

None of your dreams came true.

And that is why I need you.

No one else can play this role
I am offering you.

Ronnie Willis as Medea!

Don't let Audrey steal the light.

Take it back from her, Ronnie.

"Dear everyone,".

I'm sorry for being such an arsehole
my whole life,

especially to Norah.

Goodbye forever.

"Love, Audrey."

Norah!

Fuck!

She deserves it.

Jesus.

- Come on.
- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

That is not responsible fencing...

- Oh!
- What are you doing?

I saw movement.
I thought someone was breaking in.

No. Norah was trying to kill her sister.

She even wrote a suicide note.

What?

Why?

I just want things to go back
to the way they were

before she made everything shit again.

Maybe Daddy should sleep inside tonight.

What?

Our next award is for

the Most Popular Actress
in a Television Series.

The nominees are.

Bec Cartwright, 'Home & Away',
Seven Network,

Delta Goodrem, 'Neighbours',
Network Ten,

Ronnie Willis, 'Jillaroo',
Nine Network…

Ronnie Willis for 'Jillaroo'.

You're not my mum,
and you never will be.

It's true what they say…

The view from the top…

Is amazing.

Hey.

Hey.

You wanna sit with me? Keep me company?

They said it couldn't be done.

- Soap star to mega star.
- Yeah, I'd love to.

But I'm up here tonight…

- You were so beautiful. Look at you.
- proving… them wrong.

- Time's cruel, isn't it?
- Proving you all wrong.

Talent has a name, all right.

- This is my favourite part.
- And that name…

Is Ronnie Willis!

Talent has a name, all right.

It's late, Audrey.
You should be in bed, all right?

I think that's the moment.

What?

You can see it in your eyes.

You realised you were a fraud.

I know what you're trying to do.

- You're trying to hurt me and that's okay.
- What if, like you, back then…

I'm also faking it?

You created me.

Makes sense, don't you think?

What if this pathetic clone
of you is my authentic self

and I'm a monster

who will continue to destroy your dreams?

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna take care of you.

Like any good mother would.

I'll get it!

Oh. It's you.

My rape victim.

Your mum invited me.

Oh, so are you here to finger her too?
Make it an even few?

Uh, no, he's not here
to finger me, Norah.

I've asked Max to look after Audrey
while we're at the show tonight.

Hi, Max.

Well, Audrey's asleep right now,

so while you're waiting for her
to wake up,

why don't you try fucking off and dying?

Okay, okay… Norah, Norah, Norah.

Please. Try to be nice.

Max is doing us a favour. Apologies, Max.

- I told ya.
- Fine!

Dick spider.

Ahh. That is amazing.

It's got a little kick to it, too.

Yeah, well,
when life gives you lemons…

Just help yourself, okay? It's…
it really is there for you to enjoy.

And make sure you share it with Audrey.
She deserves it.

I've wanted to tell you as well that,
um…

I know you only did
what you did for Audrey.

Yeah, well, sadly, the rest of the world
doesn't feel that way, Max.

I wrote you something.
Can I play it for you?

Um, sure.

Actually, um, yeah, that's enough.
Not really my genre.

Kind of wish she'd stay like that.

Just for a little bit longer.

Asleep?

Harmless.

We gotta go.

Curtain up in ten.

I'll be ready.

Finally. I am so fucking bored.

What are you doing here? Where's Mum?

Her show's tonight.

Wh.. Why wasn't I invited?

Well, she asked me to come and
keep a watchful eye over you.

You know I can take care of myself.

Well, you can, but if I'm here,

then, you know,
we can take care of each other.

You fingered my sister, Max,

and then you told everyone
she assaulted you.

I don't want to fuck you again.

Well, we all make mistakes.

I mean, at the end of the day, isn't…
isn't that what makes us human?

Do you want some painkillers?

Relax a little?

- That's so good.
- I know.

You know, if there's one thing your mum
can do, it is make a killer lemonade.

Do I not suffer?

Am I not wronged?

Jason leaves me like a jilted lover.

Taking my empire, taking my family.

Coward, betrayer, adulterer.

Please. Quiet, woman.

The children can hear you.

Oh, doomed children
of an unloved mother.

Oh, my God! What have you taken?

- Agh, what's happening?
- What's happening?

What's happening?
What's happening?!

What the hell is going on?!

Oh, my God! What have you taken?

What have you done?

No! No. No, no, no!

Sweet hemlock.

Bitch!

Please forgive me.

Drink the warm milk your mother has made.

Drink,

for it will help you sleep, my lambs.

I'll forget I had any children.

I'll leave the crying for another day.

Their love will follow me forever…

…just as my misery will.

Audrey, are you okay?

Shut up!

No, you shut up.

No, you shut up.

Why are you always such a dick to me?

Because you got to be yourself.

And you didn't?

Where's Mum?

On stage.

What have you done?

Where are the children?

- You murdered them...
- Murdered them!

What wickedness, Medea!

What sorrows
you have caused on this earth!

Audrey.

Answer me…

Answer…

You will never find them.

Where are they, woman?

I shall never give up their graves.

How you…

A mother…

Could lift a sword…

To the necks of your own children.

- Audrey.
- Shh!

To kill your…

They were asleep.

You shouldn't have…

They shouldn't have felt a thing.

Why does it hurt so much?

Hush, my love. Shh.

I have done what a man would do.

What a man would be honored for doing.

Call me whatever names you please.

But this deed is one of great love

and maternal devotion.

Clap, honey.

Murder-suicide?

She was trying to tell me
something that night,

but I just couldn't hear her.

Projection's never been her strength.

I couldn't…
I couldn't hear my baby's pleas for help.

I thought she'd come to see me.

I thought…
I thought it was an olive branch.

Both of us on stage, together,
performing the classics.

She'd studied Medea as a child.

I'd let her watch me rehearse.

I thought it was all a show.

But she must have been
trying to tell me…

…tell me about Max.

He was… such a lovely boy.

How… how could he betray us like this?

We found… weed killer…

- Oh.
- …and vodka in the lemonade.

Oh, God.

Mixed with some of
your daughter's painkillers.

It's all my fault.

You couldn't have known.

It looked like he'd been
planning this for a while.

Yeah?

The weed killer and the juicer…

- Oh, God.
- …In his car.

And drafts
of the suicide letter.

S… suicide letter?

By Audrey's bed.

In a copy of, uh… 'The Power of Acting'.

Her bible.

Mm.

"You had a dream. You were a queen."

Your reign was mighty, but it's over now.

We were going to change the world.

"Now we never will."

It's pretty good.

Mm.

They'd talked about going to Nepal.

Hey.

The world's a broken place these days,
Mrs. Lipsick.

Oh, it's Willis.

My name is Ronnie Audrey Willis.

How's it going, love?

Are you ready to rumba?

Ooh, exciting. My ad!

…star on 'Celebrity Dance-Off'.

Also joining us, Ronnie Willis!

I'm doing it for my daughter.

Tonight, 7:30, on Seven.

We did it, Audrey.

We finally did it.