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Bugger it.

Arthur!

What happened?

Where's the fire? Are you okay?

She's broken, Arthur.

Snapped like Kit Kat's fingers.

Oh, what the hell, Mum?

You ruined a perfectly good take.

Where did you even get a cigarette from?

You remember when I caught you and your sister smoking behind the laundry.

Well, you're not the only one with hiding places.

Come on, give me that.

Oh, your father had a moustache when we first met.

Brave choice.

I'm just glad to see you're finally grieving.

Not grieving.

Mum, I was reviewing seven types of razors. I only got up to number five.

Oh, yes. God forbid you take after your father with anything.

Facial hair, marriage, running the restaurant that he left for you. I don't

time for restaurant guilt right now, okay?

I'm stop launching my website.

I'm seeing Dee for the first time since, you know, it's a big day for both of

us. Yes, that's right. The old people come.

Well, let me tell you, Arthur, I do not have the capacity.

Your sister's coming over. I've got cooking to do.

God's waiting room. We'll have to wait.

It's an assisted living village, Mum, and it's just a tour. And I knew young

who did a tour of Vietnam, Arthur.

They never returned.

This place has happy hour. Yeah, and I bet the other 23 are just miserable.

Come on, get dressed.

We need to go now. You're not kicking me out of my own home, Arthur.

If anything, I should be kicking you out.

Is that a promise?

Arthur, boy, how dare you.

Come on, Mum.

We talked about this.

I was only ever going to stay here until we found you a new...

Arrangement. This one ticks all the boxes.

It's time.

Over my dead body.

Well, that's a cry for help.

Numo, who dis?

You two need to get out. I have a potential buyer coming in ten minutes.

Um, sorry, are you crazy?

Mum's only just wrapped her head around the idea of moving.

Gosh, I wish you weren't so allergic to money, Arthur. Just get her out. Is that

my darling Robbie? Oh, looking great, Mum. Mum, put some clothes on. Have you

lost weight?

Well, yes.

You know the old people's home at West Hillcloth.

They found maggots in their mouths, Robbie.

I must look good for the maggots.

Yeah. Good luck with that. Just get her dressed and scram before a potential

buyer comes.

Oh, and before I forget... Happy birthday.

Shh!

Don't tell Mom it's my birthday.

She forgot.

You shouldn't test her, Arthur.

She'll feel like we're ganging up on her. I'm not testing her. I just... I

to know.

For me, okay?

There's no glue here.

You didn't ask for glue.

Yes, I did. I sent you a message.

Okay.

Now it's sent.

Mum, you just sent that to me.

Remember to get some glue. Also, warning, Arthur acting strange.

Mum, what the hell?

Oh, well, you needed to hear it.

He's seeing Dee today.

A business meeting, Mum.

Oh, baby, bro, if you're crawling back to Dee, I wouldn't deal with that dead

animal across your lip. Looks like a hairy reducer clear sticker. Oh, hey,

on, that's facism. You're both being facists. Now, please, let's go, all

Shit, she's early. Who's early?

If this is another one of those nosy home nurses, I will send her straight

like the last one.

A pet inspector.

Mum, they're spraying deadly chemicals. You've got to get out.

Oh, please.

Your father and I were tear gassed in Ghana. I think I can handle a bit of

repellent. Come on.

Make sure they stay inside. I don't want them anywhere near your father's last

rooster. Sure.

Come on.

In you go, in you go, in you go. Okay, now get your hair and I'll let you know

when the house is free from toxins.

Simone.

Simone, this is my brother Arthur.

Arthur, this is Simone.

She's one of my regulars.

I crafted those beautiful, sensual, naturally full lips.

Arthur, be honest, they're too big, aren't they?

No.

Big compared to what is what I would say.

Just a bit is fine.

I just wanted to fix.

Now, take a look around. Just soak it all in.

This doesn't feel right.

Listen to me, Artie. Do you think Dad moved all the way from Ghana, built a

from the ground up, slaved his ass off in that soy little restaurant seven

nights a week just so he can die poor?

Get with the program, bro.

Besides, Simone is just looking. I'll take it. What?

You want to buy our family home?

Yeah, I mean, this will all go. But yeah, the energy is quite nice.

And I don't mess with energy.

We have a few more interested parties coming through today.

1 .4.

All right, 1 .5.

I'll just talk to the other vendor.

Keep going.

What the hell is Mum going to say?

This is an offer, Arthur. Do you see any signatures?

Half of $1 .5 million.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold your horses, baby bro. We've got to pay for the aged

care fees first.

And that's after I take my 3 % age in commission.

Which is over.

It's limoncello.

Couldn't leave it in the house. Arthur used to steal it when he was a teenager.

Oh, dear.

Don't panic.

I've got just the thing.

My kids used to get wasp bites all the time.

I'm sorry. It's just that in my day trades, people didn't get lip fillers. I

guess that's a win for feminism, right?

Mum, what did you do?

It's fine. I appreciate the honesty.

You're standing on him. Excuse me?

You're not standing on anything, Mum.

That's where he died. He was putting on his shoes. It was an aneurysm. And now I

wonder if he was the lucky one, considering where these awful children

sending me. Mum!

I'm so sorry. It's fine. She's getting on.

You've got a lovely home and family. I'll get an offer to you in writing

I'm so sorry, yeah.

The next time there is a surprise inspection, I shall be on that couch

own bikini line.

Well, are you coming?

Welcome to a land of comfort, independence, and Zumba every Friday

Oh, Mum, what do we reckon?

Just as I thought.

It's... Fucking awful.

Properly, Mum.

Please.

Ta -da!

Home sweet home.

Northerly aspect to die for.

Dining room up the hall.

Yoga and Pilates every morning to get that chakra singing.

Oh, mum!

What? She obviously loves birds. I thought I'd flip her one.

Sorry.

So, any questions?

Ah, yes, I do have one. How many people have died in here?

Oh, honey, people are dying to get in here. I'm telling you, it's a nice

kitchen, view of the gardens, and you've found one of the four emergency

response alarms.

Good on you.

A bit easier than cigarettes.

Seriously, Mum. A bathroom over here, a cupboard slash laundry behind.

And to my right is where the magic happens.

Can we have a word?

I just want to talk to him about his workout regime.

Look, I know that you're a worried son or partner, but she needs some space,

yeah? Oh, you don't know what she's capable of. Listen, there's always

resistance at first, but she'll come around.

She's strong, fit, smart.

She's got this.

Oh, my God.

Wait.

Might as well start piling the dirt on top of me now, ass up.

We're going to need a minute.

This is payback, isn't it? For me wearing my Madonna bra at your sweet

Mum, if anything, this is payback for you and Dad making me be the

human sandwich board at the front of the girls' college every day after school.

I mean, that's the best type of cruel.

Oh.

touch the walls here, Arthur? Where is all my stuff going to go?

We're not selling the house, Mum.

Robbie was just... Do not throw your poor sister under the bus. I mean, she's

got a family to worry about, a career.

You don't think I want all those things as well?

No, I do not. Because if you did, it'd be you and me in your father's

instead of that dusty old police sign.

Why do you think I'm using the money that Dad left me to build the website?

Okay, why do you think I'm trying to patch things up with Dee? I am trying to

get my shit together.

Come on.

Please, Mum, what's it going to take for you to take this seriously?

Fix it, all right, love?

Fine. Okay, I'll fix the chess piece. But please, can we move quickly?

We're already running late. Dee's going to kill me.

Oh, she doesn't deserve you.

Then she got into a fight with the chef because he didn't know the difference

between guard kinky and fancy kinky. It's like, you don't even like kinky

Okay, so option A is the concept I would personally choose because it's clean

and elegant and speaks to men's lifestyle without isolating a female and

-binary audience.

Yeah? Okay. And then option B is just some garbage I threw together because I

know what you like and I think you'll choose this one.

Yeah, you're right. I'll go with B.

Okay, I'll send the assets over this Arvo.

All right. Well, it was lovely chatting about you.

Boy, hey, we haven't talked about us yet.

Well, there's nothing to talk about.

You haven't even mentioned my new mo.

It's hideous.

Well, at least send me an invoice. Dad's paying.

Consider it a birthday present, okay?

Mum forgot.

That sucks.

Okay.

Oh,

that's too much. Well, you could have done it yourself.

That clamp?

All right. Now, it should only take ten seconds.

Let's imagine. Oh, can we not, Arthur?

Let's imagine that we gave it another shot as a couple.

We want different things, Arthur.

You want kids and suburbia and Friday night takeaway.

You want more sex, I get it. Arthur, I want connection.

Look, I know six months is a long time to not have sex, but just because I

didn't touch you with this part and that part doesn't mean that we weren't

connected. Okay, I think I am going to invoice you. I was grieving, Dee.

I mean, I'm ready now. Let's touch parts.

You want to do it at your place? We can touch parts in that bush over there.

I've never been all ready. I've got a job, Arthur.

As an in -house designer at the Ngunnawal Gallery.

Yeah, look, sorry, I'll be the first to admit I haven't committed all of the

Indigenous Nations to memory.

Canberra. Canberra? Yeah.

Yeah, I can live and work in Canberra. I mean, I just need the internet. Does

Canberra have the internet?

I'm going to go alone, Arthur. I'm sorry.

I'm rebuilding my life, Dee.

That's what you wanted. I want you to not care about what I want.

And despite that thing growing on your lip, you seem to be doing pretty well.

I think you should be thanking your mum instead of trying to kick her out.

Stop that fruit!

Whoa!

Sorry.

A toddler took it for a bowling ball.

Oh, that's okay. I mean, I played D -grade soccer all through school, so I

pretty prepared.

Anyway, sorry for interrupting your date.

Oh, no.

This is not a date.

Well, let's hope that our little friend doesn't go for a spare.

Bye.

Is it a date?

How long until you're not grieving with the cute fruit shop girl?

I'll see you when I see you, Artie.

Mum, what are you doing?

Oh, just seeing what I can fit in my new glorified coffin.

And you're just letting her do this?

It ain't my house.

You're going to have to get out of the way because I want to fit this

in. Oh, no, Mum, stop, please, OK?

Shh. Everyone be quiet.

Poor chum from next door's really barking up a storm.

Arthur, look.

I'm shrinking.

My whole world is shrinking.

I'm like a little mouse in a shoebox begging for gulps of water from an

eyedropper.

Mum,

come here.

You always said your happiest times were when you were travelling through Ghana.

You didn't have any of these useless possessions in these photos.

But you know what you did have?

Oh, I had malaria in that one. I just didn't know it yet. You had Dad.

And maybe Dad's all you need right now.

Oh, Mum.

Of course.

You miss Dad, and I miss him too, more than I even realise. We all miss him.

You'll never separate me from my Leo, will you?

Mum.

Wherever you go, Dad goes.

That's a promise.

Well, in that case...

Mother, where is she going?

Mum! Mum!

Wait!

He would rather have been flushed than go to the toilet.

Stop. Stop. No. Please.

Don't.

Don't. Stop.

He's in my mouth.

My eyes.

My eyes. It's worse than a...

It's the cigarettes, the ashes. It's not normal, Mum.

And what's normal, Arthur?

It wasn't normal for your father and me to be together in 1970s Australia.

But there we are. We are not talking about 1970s Maggie. We are talking about

today Maggie.

Yeah, and today Maggie does not need an ungrateful son trying to kick her out of

her home and turn his back on the family business.

Today Maggie almost burnt her own house down with her grandkids inside.

Thank you for fixing my chess piece.

Now I've got to go and do some cooking.

And if you wouldn't mind, could you please turn the stove on for me?

Thank you.

There's a time and a place for those sort of conversations, Artie.

You better find a way to say sorry.

Oh, don't trouble yourself. I'll do this. Kid, can you stay in here, please,

where I can see you?

He's dying, you know.

Who's dying?

Yeah, who's dying? Nah.

Cover your ears.

Chong from next door.

I know a death rattle when I hear one.

I'll be damned if he isn't playing chess with the Grim Reaper as we speak.

I am the Grim Reaper!

Die!

Darling, why don't you go and explore Mama's old room, see if you can find a

photo of her and her goth stage.

Yeah!

What's a goth?

He was old when we were kids, Artie. He must be 90 % dust by now.

No kids, no competition. If he goes, we swoop with both those properties. We'll

have developers licking their greedy little lips.

Oh, is that the secret to Simone's naturally full lips?

Greed. Why are you Googling drive times to Canberra?

What's happening in Canberra?

Nothing.

An art gallery.

That Dee might be working at.

Don't even think about it.

No, I was writing an article.

Listen to me, Arnie, no good road leads to Canberra. Dee's moving on. You should

too. Thanks, Mum.

Oh, here, Mum, I can do that. Don't worry. Oh, I can handle plates, Arthur.

And if anyone's looking for me, I'll be in the kitchen.

You better go too. Sorry, kid.

Oh, Arthur, Arthur.

Can you just check that the stove's off?

Yeah.

Peanut soup was great, Mum.

The, um, guy at the...

Assisted living village was nice.

Maybe you could teach him how to play awari.

Mum, is that a cigarette lighter?

Oh, Jesus Christ, Mum. You can't be starting for... Stop.

Do not take another step.

You really give me the shits, Arthur, you know that?

You never would have lumped your father in with those boring old white people at

the home. Oh, but you were happy enough to do it with me.

And I don't know whether that's racism or sexism or both.

We're just trying to keep you safe, Mum.

You know, the night you were born was the first time your father told me he

wanted to start a restaurant.

A legacy to build for our family.

He was so excited.

And you must have been too, because you didn't sleep for two friggin' years.

But you know what?

In that moment, I remember thinking I had everything I needed.

Us four, this house.

never forget that day.

I just wanted to make it special for you, Arthur.

Happy birthday, Arthur!

You get 36 birthday punches, don't you? No, no, no.

Look, see, there's the house and the laundry and the cigarette I

caught you smoking and the tissues I find under your bed.

Oh, and look at that, Arthur.

The queen not broken.

I mean, that queen is definitely a little wonky, but you're right.

She's not broken.

I'll give you a hand, Maggie.

Hey.

Did you... She remembered, not me. I thought it was next week.

Here you go.

Here we go.

One for you, my darling. Thank you.

Okay, dig in. Oh, lovely.

Mmm. Oh.

That's really decent to think, Maggie.

Is that a Ghanaian recipe?

Mum, this is disgusting.

Is there any sugar in there?

Oh, so much.

I used half the container.

Mmm.

Oh, Mum, this is salt.

Oh, I thought the batter tasted a little bit tangy.

Can we have some cake?

No, no, absolutely not. No, no, no. In fact, I think Mummy might have some

chickpea bliss balls in her bag.

Thanks, Mum.

Thank you.

Don't worry, it's just me.

Do you know there was a little bud in the bottom of the sticky packet that Mum

found? It was a 2002 weed.

Ooh, vintage.

Yeah. You going live?

Mm -hmm.

What did you leave it with?

It was a birthday without Dad.

Bit of a sob piece, but... You gotta write what you know.

OK.

Here we go.

And now it's out there for the world to see.

Congrats, baby bro. I mean, you're a big old dork.

But you're a dork that Dad would be super proud of.

Anyway, we're off.

You don't want to stay?

The kids can stay on my bed. I can sleep on the couch.

I think it's still raw for Liz.

Oh, some things never change.

I'm off to get your father.

Apparently ashes aren't good for the soil.

Plus, it'd be nice to have some company in my new place.

Simone sent through the contract.

And?

I think we'll wait till old mate next door cocks it. If you and I get both

bucks together, you're squilling it.

What do we do till then?

Well, that's up to you.

Hey, Mum.

Would you mind if I lived here with you for a bit longer?

I suppose we could make that work.

No more fires, though, OK?

No more fires.

Now go put Dad back in the garden. I can see worms in that thing.

Every now and then you make a good decision, baby boy.

I'm proud of you.

Your father would be happy. He loved being outdoors.

Shag him with a samurai sword.

Uh -uh.

Good as new.