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Cleaver!

Ed?

To Scarlet,
the first great love of my life.

I only hope that David
will treat you well.

Rake!

As you know, Mr Thompson is
wanted on 126 separate charges,

ranging form murder to drug dealing,
weapons smuggling,

extortion
and bribing public officials.

Everything on that phone went viral,
except any mention of me.

I need you to get me bail, Cleaver.

Probably fairly brief life
behind bars if I don't cooperate

and certain death if I do.

"The night is shattered

"The blue stars shiver
in the distance..."

Oh, shit.

- Drive!
- Where?

Just drive! Drive, drive.

♪ Now thank we all our God

♪ With hearts and hands and voices

♪ Who wondrous things hath done

♪ In whom His world rejoices

♪ Who from our mothers' arms

♪ Hath blest us on our way... ♪

I know one of them's...
one of them's all the wet, isn't it?

Yes, that's right.

The other one's this one,
whatever that is.

- Lovely sermon, Stanley.
- Oh, thank you Lorraine.

Murray, how are you?

Oh, tickety-boo, thanks, Lorraine.

- How's the book coming along, Murray?
- Oh well it's...

You know, some days are more
productive than others,

but that's...that's the life
of a writer, Charles.

I heard it was a murder mystery.

Ooh, I love a good murder mystery.

You were a lawyer,
weren't you, Murray?

Oh, well, I was a garden variety
suburban conveyancer.

There's not much murder around
in my field.

- Look, my sister's selling a place.
- She's looking for a solicitor.

- Maybe I could mention you...
- Very kind, Stan, but I'm...

I'm actually really trying to
focus on the book at the moment.

I've got to be very mono-focus.

Oh, a very serious matter,
writing a book.

Bye-bye, Murray!

Cheerio, Doreen!

Hello, Murray.

Good morning, Sylvia.

Fuck me.

She's gorgeous!

Check this one out.

Not that one, not that one,
not that one, not that one.

- How pretty is she in that bonnet?

How old is she now, Tons?

Four weeks. She's a good girl.

She gets a little yappy at night, but.

And that dick Brian from across
the road starts going spastic.

Yeah, Brian's an arsehole.

So then I bring her inside and Denis
says he doesn't want her on the bed.

The bugger didn't really want
a dog in the first place, you know.

So I said to him, "Until Kimmy
can sleep with both of us,

"you're not gettin' any, pal."

Next night, Kimmy's up on the bed
with us, watching Miss Fisher.

What a story! It's got everything.

It's the feelgood story of our time.

And the ending, when the three of you
are on the bed together...

..it's...

And what's amazing is even though

I've only been waiting here for
10 minutes, it feels like two hours,

and that's the magic
of your storytelling.

That's your great gift.

Every time you open your mouth,
it feels like time expands, infinitely.

And it makes me think of Denis
and how lucky he is,

because after 15 years of marriage
to you

he must feel like
he has lived for centuries!

He must feel like
he has been alive forever!

- Mustn't keep you, Janey.
- That's 42.50, thanks, Tons.

Where's my wallet?

Hope I'm not keeping you, Murray.

Time is infinite
and cares are short-lived, Tonia.

Oh, how lovely.

Oh.

Darling, you home?

Fuzz?

Who's there?

Who's there?

Oh, anything but this.

Come on, you bastards.

..with pedigree ram semen...

Or that!

The Bundina River
is expected to peak at six metres

following the heavy rain
right up until Friday.

Oh, you sonofabitch!

Oh, you sonofabitch!

It was a very moving piece.

So, Rose, who's on
Australian Story tonight?

Tonight, Mack, we are telling
the story of Barney Meagher.

Ah, the balloon hero.

There's an epic journey
if ever there was one.

It's extremely heart-warming.

Barney Meagher found courage
on a day he never expected to find it.

It's amazing the way
ordinary people find courage.

Yes, Mack, it is
a truly fascinating story.

- I don't want to spoil the...

Oh, come on!

Fuck.

Come on, you... Come on,
you fucking fucker!

You monumental cock!

Oh, yes!

Oh, yeah, you don't like that, do ya?

Oh, yeah, you bastard!

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

- Doc?
- Hey.

Hello? Doc...Doc, don't hang up.

- Don't hang up! I got ya.
- Hello?

I got ya.

Don't hang...

Don't hang up. Hello?

- Hello?
- Hello, hello!

Yes? Yes?

Hi. Murray, how are you?

Yes, I am officially
going fucking stir crazy.

I just committed radiocide.

What's up?

- We had another break-in.
- Oh, God.

Did they leave another note?

No, I think it was just Ed's way
of saying, "I'm thinking of you."

But there was another lawyer
found hanging in an attic.

Fuck!

OK, Wendy, can you just
get yourself in a car

and put Fuzz in the boot if need be
and come up here until it blows over?

Cleave... Sorry, Murray,

if they wanted to do something to us
they would have by now.

It's been four months.

Yeah, well, I think that's
because Ed always fancied you.

In fact, I know he did.

Hey, did you know that Barney's going
to be on Australian Story tonight?

- Yeah, I heard.
- Have you been in touch with him?

Yeah, well once or twice.

I mean, fuck, I'll go mental otherwise.

I only get to speak to you once a week.

OK. Can you tell me that you
haven't done something stupid?

I mean, have you...

..have you done or said anything
that Cleaver would do or say?

No. And it's doing my head in.

I can't ignore my every
natural instinct much longer.

Are you sure
the cops are still a no go?

Yes, I'm sure!

It might as well be Ed's private army.

- Doc?
- Hello?

Doc?

Hello?

Fuck! Oh, Doc! Oh,
you piece of fucking...

I'm not here to defend Edgar Thompson.

Last thing I want to do.

But I am here to defend justice,
and it's too little...

It's just too little.

I'm Cal McGregor

and it's, uh...and it's time to cross
to Scotty for a sports update.

And we're out.

Oh, not...not this!

Not this!

Oh, fuck!

I told you months ago that ute
wouldn't last very long, Murray.

I loved it well, but not too wisely.

I'll give you a ride.

- How you going, Alli?
- Hey.

That's not the problem, Hilly,
and you know it.

The problem is the leaking.

OK, let me be crystal clear with you.

If a word of this appears online

before seven this evening,
you will be fired.

Davey.

Davey? Since when Davey?

I saw you in the House today, mate.
Strong bloody stuff.

Poor old Ed Thompson
must be shaking in his boots.

They send you to warn me off?

Well, I volunteered.

Now, I know you won't believe this,
but I've got a soft spot for you, Davey.

I think you're a lame duck

and you're about as interesting
as dinner with the ex-in-laws,

but I do admire your pointless tenacity.

So, stop attacking Ed Thompson.

- It will not end well.
- How do you know?

Because nothing involving Thommo
ends well.

This entire process has been a farce.

Three judges have recused themselves
from hearing Thompson's trial.

Your mate Casswell has seen to it

there's been no progress
in this case whatsoever.

Hey!
Your blokes aren't all cleanskins.

If that's true, they won't
be MPs for much longer.

I am not fucking around here, Davey.

Why are you doing this?

Because, as the hangman said
to the client,

I'd rather have my job than yours.

I hope tea's alright.

You wouldn't happen to have
something stronger?

Uh, no, I'm afraid
those days are long past.

Since the cancer,
I'm trying to live well.

- Mmm.
- Although it mightn't look that way.

It looks a lot better
than when Judith's here.

Then it's just chaos.

She's a real artist.
You haven't met Judith, have you?

Uh, no. She's, uh...
she's a friend of a friend.

How's your book coming along?

Oh, you know.

Have you spoken to your kids
recently?

Ah, yeah, yes,
about a week or so ago.

The time difference with London's
a real pain in the neck at the moment.

You've got three, right?

- Yep.
- What are their names again?

Adam, Max and Zoe.

Oh, that's right. You guys Jewish?

No, why?

Well, none of those names sound
necessarily Jewish on their own,

but you put them together
and they sound kinda Jewish.

Ah, yeah. No, no Jewishness.

Do you want some?

Oh, no, drugs have...
never been my thing.

Ha, Simon pure and Simon simple, eh?

Mm-hm. Pretty much.

So, what about the guy your wife
left you for? Is he another lawyer?

What's with all the questions,
Sarah Ferguson?

Well, you're a bit of a mystery man.

Everyone's speculating about
'poor Murray'.

Poor Murray?
Is that what they call me?

Poor Murray?

Well, you know,
the cancer and everything.

There's nothing to speculate about,
alright?

There's nothing to see here. Very dull.

It's just an ordinary suburban story.

Marriage, work, divorce, illness,

breakdown, self-publish a book.

- That can't be all there is to you.
- That's all there is.

Are you a spy?

One of those sleeper cells
who's going to kill us all one night?

You really don't strike me
as being in any way suburban.

Did you say something about
needing to get back to your dad's?

No? Why?

Do you want to get rid of me?

No, no, I don't want to get rid of you.

Hey, I need to pee.

- It's outside, right?
- Yeah, there's...there's a trick.

Whistle. For the...

I grew up around here.
I know how to deal with snakes.

Shit.

Oh, shit!

Oh!

- What happened?
- No I just...

Oh, I stood up and knocked over
the bloody tea into your...

Oh, right on top of your...drugs. Sorry.

Oh, that's cool. I've got more.

Do you feel like pizza?

Tonight, the incredible
story of Barney Meagher...

This is all there is.

..the man who survived the odds
in a runaway balloon,

who landed a hero
and has taken the world by storm.

That's tonight on Australian Story.

Look, we don't have to watch it.

No, we're watching it.

No, I don't want to watch it.

- Yeah, right.
- Listen to me.

We're not watching it.
I wish I'd never said yes.

Yet somehow you did and I cannot
wait to hear what you have to say.

Look, I thought
we were through this.

The last few months have been fine.
They've been good, right?

Oh, we're not watching it.

OK.

I'm sure Scarlet will tape it anyway.

Oh, for God's sake, I told you,

I spent the better part of an hour
talking about you.

Oh, well, let's hope
that the batteries didn't die.

You were asked to be in it.

You could have been in it.
They wanted you in it.

Mama!

That's tonight
on Australian Story.

Do you like Australian Story?

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Actually, I...I find it really, um...

It makes me cry.

Do we have to? I find it really
emotionally manipulative, sort of.

Murray, it's half an hour.

Please?

Oh, God. Do not...

Do not...do it.

Good evening and welcome to
Australian Story. I'm Tony Jones.

Four months ago, Barney Meagher
was an unknown Sydney lawyer.

But then a present
of a hot-air balloon ride

changed his life forever.

Having staved off
near certain death on two fronts,

Barney became an instant celebrity,

an unlikely media hot spot
both at home and internationally.

In a single moment,
his life changed irrevocably.

This is his story.

Mama, it's on!

Well, the three days that Barney
was in the balloon was a nightmare.

Well, the kids thought it was cool
at first,

but after 24 hours
they were really worried.

It was a big relief when he came home.

And he said, "I'm no hero,

"I'm just a man who froze his arse off
in a basket."

Oh, but now he's...

..well, he's famous.

He's written a bestseller.

Doesn't matter what you're watching
now, he seems to be there.

But Barney's still basically Barney.

I wasn't into relationships per se,

but we still saw a fair bit of
each other over the years.

I pretty much fell in love with her
the moment I laid eyes on her.

She was the most beautiful thing
that I'd ever seen,

but I wasn't in her orbit then.

We had mutual friends from uni...
including Cleaver Greene.

I was studious. I did well.

Cleaver never studied. He did well.

We've been working together
ever since we graduated.

Just gonna zip out and, um...
strain the potatoes.

Yeah, a lot of us back
then were, well, how do I put it?

Into ourselves.

- Murray?
- G'day, Barn.

I didn't expect
to be hearing from you, Murray.

Ah, mate,
I'm just watching

your Australian Story on the telly.

Very exciting. It's a ripper, I tell ya.

Yeah, I was... I...

..telling Maria today
I was really looking forward to it.

- Maria?
- Yes, Maria.

You...remem...you remember Maria?

Ah, yeah, mate, can I call you back
once the show's over?

OK great. Thank you, Barney!

Can I have your mum's phone?

..from all the guys I'd dated.

It's Cleaver.

Mama!

Barnyard, what the fuck!

Is this the Australian Story thing?

Yes, it's the Australian Story thing!

Cleave, everyone knows you
and I have been mates for 30 years,

including Edgar Thompson.

So it'd be weird
if I didn't mention you.

Mate, it's not the mention.
It's not... It's the photos!

Why would you give them photos?

Because they asked for them.
Anyway, why wouldn't I?

Because 11 out of the 13 people
who live in this town

are inexplicably addicted
to the ABC, OK?

That's all they ever talk about.

Phryne Fisher's Doctor Blakey
fuckin' Murder bullshit,

and Australian fucking Story.

I'm meant to be in hiding

and they are currently watching me
on the telly.

Oh, right. Oh, sorry.

You are so busy out there
whooping it up with Hamish and Andy

and fuckin' Kyle and Kochie and Karl
and all of your celebrity pals,

I can't open a magazine these days
without seeing your mush on it.

You've become a whore.

You wanna know why
I've turned into a whore, Cleave?

I didn't want to tell you this
until you were back safe.

But three months ago, I got a bill
for the rescue for the balloon

from the Australian
and New Zealand navies.

$1.2 million, Cleave.

Jesus.

And that was after
negotiating them down from 1.8!

So I have to promote my book
and make paid appearances

whenever I can.

I honestly look forward
to your safe return, Cleave,

so you can start paying off
the 600 grand that is your share.

..embrace it
with passion and joy.

Has my stuff about you been on yet?

To Scarlet,
the first great love of my life.

I only wish I'd had more
understanding of who we were,

and who we would become.

That night you spent with Cleaver
made me want to die.

I only hope...that David
will treat you well

and you find the happiness you deserve.

I honestly thought I was a goner,
but then a few days after

I got home post-balloon,
I went and saw my oncologist

and he did the usual tests

and they came back negative,
as in no traces of cancer.

So, he thought,
"Well, this can't be right,"

and he did the tests again
and the same result.

My cancer wasn't in remission,
it was gone.

- That's amazing.
- Mmm.

This is Adam,
this is Zoe and this is Max.

They're your kids' names.

The unbelievable coincidence!

- Yes.
- Amazing.

Barney's book,
Up, Up and Away...

You sure they didn't play the bit I said
about you while I was on the phone?

..is still the nation's number one
bestseller...

- Yep.

Babe, I have no control
over the editing.

Uh-huh.

Look, I will get the raw footage
from them.

I will do that first thing.

They misspelled his name.

What? Whose name?

Ha! Our son's name!

It is not Ian, I-A-N,
it is lain, I-A-I-N.

The only mention of our child
in your little story

was on a card and it was misspelled!

Babe, I filled in a form...

And I am referred to, lovingly,
I am sure, as your 'current partner'.

Babe, you refused to be on the show.

These people need vision,
hence the word 'television', right?

Yeah, I refused to be on the show
because I value our privacy.

Well, you can't have it both ways.

You can't value your privacy
and expect to be a star.

Oh, God. Listen, Barney.

You are not a star.

You sat in a basket.

That, uh...

..that Barney seemed like
a nice guy, didn't he?

Oh, yeah.

What about that Cleaver...
Cleaver Greene fella?

He seemed like a bit of a character,
didn't he?

From what they said on the show,
he sounded like a total dick.

- Did he?
- Mmm.

You sure you don't want to try some?

Do you think it is medicinal?

I mean, you know how they're talking
about how it's all medicinal?

Yeah. Oh, definitely. No doubt about it.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Maybe just a little go.

Hey, hey, watch it there, kemosabe.

You've gotta learn to walk before
you can run. That's strong stuff.

Ooh! Ah!

- Ooh!

I'm Oscar Summons! I'm Oscar Summons.

I'm your Greens candidate for the
Senate in the next federal election.

Ah!

What's up?

Didn't you say
you had testicular cancer?

Yeah.

There are two balls down there.

I thought you'd lost one.

Yes...yes that's...an implant.

- They put in an implant?
- Yeah.

Why? What is that?
Is that, like, a cosmetic thing?

- Are you that vain?
- No.

That's...

..so I can keep my balance.

What?

Melissa! Melissa, how are you
feeling, Melissa? Melissa!

Once the darling
of the Sydney social set,

Melissa Partridge returned home today
with her tail firmly between her legs,

deported from the United States

having been discovered in possession
of cocaine outside an LA nightclub.

The former prostitute
and author of two bestsellers

has recently been garnering
unwelcome headlines.

She and now ex-boyfriend
Hollywood bad boy Lyle Jeffrey

have recently been observed
on three occasions brawling in public.

Your call
could not be connected.

Please check the number
and try again.

Your call could not be connected.

Please check the number
and try again.

- Turn it over.

You need a new battery.

Ohh!
I'll call George. He'll come right out.

OK, maybe I should call George.

Right, of course.

Oh, it's just...you know...

Listen, I don't want
the world to know about us either.

My ex is from Mayford. It's like
the Capulets and the Montagues.

I gotta be on my best behaviour.

Or what?

Oh, Neil is into what
he calls counterculture.

- Counterculture?
- Mmm.

What I call getting pissed
and beating me up.

Ahh.

The jealous type.

So...even though he tries to screw
anything with a pulse.

- I'm just texting you George's number.
- Mm-hm.

There you go.

Well, see ya, Mr Greene.

See ya.

Don't worry, I didn't notice
until you took your glasses off in bed.

I won't tell a soul, promise.

I won't even ask why you're here.

No, but you'll Google me
when you get home.

There's a very, very bad guy
I used to know

who would like to kill me.

Do you remember that thing
you used to...

..you used to do with your belt?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, what the hell?

I've never seen a battery
fried like this before.

Well, they don't make 'em like
they used to, do they, George?

Yes, Murray, yes, yes.
I don't know what's going on.

43 years, mate,
I've never seen anything like this.

Well, I guess
we'll wait on the autopsy results.

What's the damage there, mate?

Ah, 245.

245? Holy shit, that seems a bit steep.

So,
you see Australian Story last night?

Yeah. Yes.

Bloody amazing, wasn't it?

Yeah, incredible.

So, um, Alli gave you my number?

- Beg your pardon?
- Alli Franklin.

No, I don't know how you got that idea.

No, no. I think I just, um...I Googled
George, mechanic, Mayford.

Ah, right. OK.

Why... Why do you ask?

Oh, it's just that Don Schultz
drove by here yesterday

and he said he saw you two chatting.

Did he? Oh, it's a small town, isn't it?

Yeah. Well, he...yes, he did.

Well, I guess she ran you home.

Yeah, she ran me home
and then we...

..we had a cup of tea and then she...
she hit the old frog and toad.

- Really?
- Yeah, why?

Well, it's just that Suse and I, we
went round to her dad's place last night

and we never saw hide nor hair of her.

Oh, well, when I say cuppa, I meant...
like, the whole pot and, um...of tea,

and then we had some pizza
and...I don't know, time just flew by.

Pretty lass, hey?

Is she?

Yeah, I suppose she's...
I mean, she's very...

She's a very pleasant person,
and very strong Christian values.

- Bastard of an ex.
- Yeah, apparently so.

Listen, it's 240? Just take 250, mate.

- We'll call it.
- Alright.

- That's...
- Thank you.

..all good.

I think about it almost every night.

About what?

The way you used to tie my hands
together with your belt and fuck me.

I don't have a belt with me.

I can get you a belt.

I would love it
if you could get me a belt!

- He's here!
- Hey, comrades.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Look, I don't want to
take up too much of your time.

I know how awful
this part of the process can be.

There was just one or two things
that I'd like to say.

Why should we listen to you?

- Sorry?
- Why should we listen to you?

- Would you shut up and let him speak?
- Why?

What has he done that confers on him
control of this room, huh?

What insights does he have to give
to us that we don't know already?

How to hire a hot-air balloon?

No, wait, that...that was his pal.

No, he got cancer, he sat
in a basket and then he was rescued

and his cancer disappeared.

Did he find a cure
that the rest of us can use?

Fuck, no.

Is this what we're looking to
for salvation, people?

Is this what celebrity has come to?

You know, get sick, do nothing
and we'll make you a star.

I have absolutely no interest
in anything you have to say, sir,

but I can't speak for the rest
of the people in this room.

So why don't you just belt out
a few of your greatest hits

and then piss off?

Yeah, like I said, I don't want to
take up too much of your time.

So I just wanted to wish you
all the very best.

I really do.

So, it's like parallel universes.

How's that?

Well, I was the 'it' girl last year,
but you're the 'it' guy this year.

I've noticed you've been having
a bit of a tricky time.

It's been really surreal, Barney.

At first I thought that Lyle
was just dark and complicated,

but...turns out he was just a bully.

You OK?

Where's Cleaver?

I don't know.

No-one wants to talk to me
all of a sudden.

I need to see him.

I can't help you. He's in hiding.

I have no idea where he is.

- Well, you must have a number.
- I don't.

- Come on, buddy.
- Miss, he's in hiding.

Just give me a number.
Give me your phone.

- I don't have a number.
- Bullshit!

Bullshit! He loves me, you know.

He fucking worships me.
He would wanna know that I was back.

All he has to do is
turn on the news to know that.

Don't you play fucking games with me.

Why are you so determined
to keep us apart?

I'm not. Miss, you're not well.

Oh, really? I'm fucked, Barney.

I am completely fucked.

That's why I need to see Cleaver.

- You need help.
- I need Cleaver!

Oh, no, Barney, don't go, please!

Please, I beg you. Please don't go.

I need help. You're right, I need help.

Do you really not know
where Cleaver is?

I don't know where he is.

Then maybe you can help me.

I'll do what I can.

I just need a connection.

Just to get me
through the next couple of days.

That's all and then that's it.

I just need a little assistance,
and then I promise

I am gonna straighten up and
I am going to fly right, I promise.

You're a criminal lawyer.
You must know someone.

Don't tell me it's ice.

No! It's just coke! Jesus!

I just need a couple of lines.
What's the big fucking deal?

I need a number.

Please? Pretty please?

Miss, no.
That's the last thing...

Oh, well, fuck off, then, you dickhead!

Miss!

You've never been anything
but a fat fucking loser, Barney!

Oh, God!

- Hi, Doc.
- Hey. How you going?

Oh, yeah, fine. You know... Yeah, fine.

I, um...I attacked
a Greens senate candidate.

Not all eyes will weep for you.

What do you mean?

What do you mean, what do I mean?

Oh, you sound weird. Have you done
something stupid? Have you been you?

What? No. God no.

Oh, my God. What have you done?

Thank you!

Adam and Zoe are both at sleepovers.

Max is here.

Max is the one I'm most afraid of.

Brilliant as I am,

I got him the new edition
of the World of the Warcraft.

The Game of the War.

Game...
Oh, I got him some fucking war game.

So we won't see him
for at least three years.

Come on.

How's that?

It's nice.

I like nice things.

Do you know how many pairs of shoes
I have in LA, Barney?

No, Miss.

Gotta be...150.

Gotta be.

Every time I buy a pair of shoes,
I think about the needy

and the poor people.

And how the money
I spend on shoes

could contribute to
a village in Africa or something.

I think about that for about
three seconds, and then I buy the shoes.

Just rest.

Hey, babe, can you call me back?

I need some help with something.
It's important.

It's like a bad Coke commercial.

What are you talking about?
It's really...

Oh, yeah?

- Oh, God!
- Cleaver! Cleaver!

You scared the shit out of me!
What are you doing here?

We can't risk this, OK?

George was sticking his nose in
this morning.

It's too late. Everybody knows about us.

What do you mean,
everybody knows about us?

Where's the corkscrew?

The guy drove past.

It was a drive-by. He saw us chatting.

Is that all it takes for people to
assume you're having sex in this town?

It's all it takes to get tongues
wagging around here, I'm afraid.

They can't be sure.
They don't know, do they?

It's just gossip.

It's irresponsible gossip
that just happens to be accurate.

We could analyse this all night,

or we could take a couple of joints
and a bottle of wine to bed.

Well, that's quite a conundrum there.

Do you want dinner or not?

You know me. I want it all.

Well, you can't have it all tonight.

Well, you can have it all on the
weekend when Barney takes the kids,

but tonight, it's just smooching
in the kitchen...and a bit of pasta.

- Arghh! Stop it! Dammit! Stop it!

Stop it! Shit.

Judith?

Alli?

Am I crazy?

But, you know, with all the art in here,

I thought she might have been
an Aboriginal lady.

Ahh.

They're really beautiful works, Judith.

Aren't they?

I always find the Kimberley
such an inspiration. It's my Dreaming.

Is it?

Yeah.

- Oh... Oh, shit!
- Oh, God! Ohh!

Just hold it up. Hold it... Hold it up.

Just... Argh.
Ohh!

Just hold it.
Oh...

Max!

It's alright.

Max, it's not what it looks like,
alright?

We're not bad people, you know.

So is there any way
we can start again?

Reboot? Start from an agreed minimal
position that we're not bad people?

From day one,
I felt like Scarlet's understudy.

I felt like our relationship
is the result of desperation,

not happiness, on both our parts.

And I know that I'm overreacting
to all of this balloon bullshit,

but every moment since you were rescued
has confirmed my worst fears.

I don't know if I can do this, Barney.

It's starting to feel more wrong
than right.

- It's gonna be OK.
- Let me go!

Mummy's going to be alright.
It's just a small cut.

- Let me go!
- Would you stop...

- Let me go!
- ..struggling? Max!

Stop touching me!

Just calm down.

NO!

So where are you off to next?

I'm in no hurry.
This last trip was so intense.

The land just spoke to me.

Right.

Judith, if I may be so bold, uh...
where are you planning on staying?

Well, don't be silly. This is my home.

Yes, which you have leased to me,

fully paid in advance, for six months.

If there's any confusion,
I still have two months left.

Murray, let's not let legal
mumbo jumbo stand in our way, pet.

Yes, it's not actually mumbo jumbo.
It's very straightforward.

Um, you have rented your house to me
for money.

I am the occupant.

I get to decide who comes through
the door and how long they stay.

But, darling, I'm not kicking you out.

I think we'll be very happy
here together.

No, we won't, Judith, I promise you.

Do you have a copy of the lease on you?

Well, you know there's no lease.

It was a cash up front deal.

Yes, I was curious about that, Murray.

In my experience,
cash up front usually means

you don't want any recorded
evidence of your stay, hmm?

You may have the sofa.

I need to piss Niagarishly.

Oh, don't worry, Alli.
You can rely on my discretion.

But if this is any more
than 24 hours old,

everyone around here
will know anyway.

Oh, so she's an Aborigine?
She's from fucking Knightsbridge.

She taught Maggie Thatcher
how to pronounce her vowels.

She got my fucking cash,
and she's got me by the balls!

Oh, Cleaver, relax.
The woman's a total fraud.

Call her bluff.

What do you mean?

Everyone round here knows it.

Oh, well, everyone around here
seems to know everything.

Mayford appears to be the blessed
fucking vortex of universal knowledge.

What are the traditional telltale signs
of a painter?

Well, for me, it's paintings.

Yeah, but can you see any easels?

Or brushes? Paint on the floor?

There's not a blank canvas in this room.
They're all finished works.

Oh, other people's finished works?

Oh, so she's heading out west

and conning real Aboriginal artists
out of their work?

Yep. Signing them
and then sells them as her own.

Oh, the evil cow.

Oh, let her try and kick me out of here.

I will see her in court.

Alli! Alli!
Look what you made me do!

Where is she? Huh?

I don't know.

That wasn't her, that was Judith!
Where's my wife?

I don't know, mate.
I don't know where she is.

Don't blame me. You can't blame me.

I had no fuckin' choice.

Just put the gun down.
We can talk about it.

She comes here,
disrespecting herself with you!

Disrespecting me!

- It didn't have to be like this.
- No.

It didn't have to be like this.

If you hadn't have
got pissed every night,

beaten the crap
out of that beautiful girl,

it wouldn't have been like this,
you pathetic fuck.

ARGGH!

So...

So.

Now we...we call the cops.

Don't know what Henry's thinking,
Ray.

Henry's a fuckin' dolt. Thicker than
a whale sandwich, you know?

Why are they still here?

And why do you keep topping them up?

Because that's what you do.

Yeah, but, I mean,
they've hauled Neil off.

Judith's on her way to the morgue.

What's with all the party lights?

Oh, what a terrible business.
You alright, sweetheart?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.

Oh, Tonia.

- What about you, Murray?
- Fine, Stanley, yes. All good.

- I came as soon as I heard.
- I'll pop the kettle on, shall I?

Yeah, that'd be good.

Ah, George.

What about some wine?

What time did the last ones leave?

5:30.

Holy shit.
Where did all that Scotch come from?

Charles had a case of it in his car.
Always does.

My first-ever mid-Mayford
murder mystery party.

- I'm scared now.
- Why?

My force-fields are down.

You can't stay.

No, I can't stay.

You could...come with me.

I really liked Murray Rose.

Eh?

Cleaver Greene, he scares me.

The chaos.
I can't deal with chaos right now.

I'd better get Dad home.

Oh, come on, you fuckin' thing.

Good morning, Mr Greene.
It's a pleasure to finally meet you.