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Shit, shit. Shit. Shit.

Piss. Come on.

Hello, I need Dr Wil... Mr
Wilkinson. He's head of Cardiac.

- Simone.
- Wilko. Thank God.

How is he?

It's our anniversary next month.

Nick always made a big
deal about our anniversary.

What happened?

Nick suffered a massive heart attack.

Yes, you've told me that.

Wilko, Nick's meant to be in Zurich.

I'd like to know why he's
in Fulham and dead, please.

Nick died in Chelsea, in a hotel room.

His blood alcohol was 0.25.

- Is that a lot?
- It's just short of being in a coma.

And that caused the heart attack.

Not exactly. Er, the toxicology report

shows traces of other substances.

- Erm, marijuana...
- Oh.

... cocaine...

- Oh.
- ... amyl nitrite,

- methamphetamine, petrol...
- He's been drinking petrol?

No, sniffing it. The
hydrocarbons in petrol

depress the central nervous
system. It's a bit like being drunk.

- Anything else?
- Cough medicine.

- What's in cough medicine?
- He had a cough.

So, all of that together...

- ... it caused the heart attack.
- Hm, not exactly.

Er, he was asphyxiating

during an act of
particularly rigorous...

And there was also an object
which was stuck in... him.

Er, basically, all these
things in concert...

Well, you can imagine why
his heart couldn't take it.

Wait. Who called the ambulance?

He was with a, erm...

There was a woman with him on the scene.

Simone, he had pubic lice.

- Now, these are very contagious.
- We haven't...

We haven't for a very long
time. Wilko, I need you to write

on the paperwork that
it was heart failure.

I can't have anyone knowing about this.

You can't tell a soul, not even Eleanor.

- I'll take care of everything.
- Thank you.

- You said an object?
- It was his phone.

I'm sorry I'm here.

I just needed to see him one last time.

- I didn't want my last memory of him to be...
- Ah, no. Don't.

- So, what's your name?
- Bunny.

- Real name.
- Bambi.

I'm sorry.

He was such a good man.

- Nick?
- I did try and save him.

I rang for an ambulance,

but the operator just kept
asking me all these questions.

And Nick was trying to say something,

and I was trying to listen to
him and answer the operator,

and I got the name of
the street mixed up.

I expect that was the petrol talking.

So I just hang up and I ran
over to Nick and I asked...

... "What are you trying to say, baby?"

And his face was like, "What
the hell's that all about?"

What are these small decisions
that amount to a life?

I would have rang the ambulance sooner,

- but I couldn't get the phone out...
- Oh, God. Don't.

What was he like with you?

He was a dirty little fucker.

- He used to get a section of hose...
- No, his personality.

I mean, what was he like
when he was with you?

Oh, no. We didn't really talk much.

I think he was quite...

lonely.

- I'd better get back to work.
- Yes.

Well, those phones aren't
going to shove themselves

up people's arses, are they?

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God.
- Mrs Burbeck, thank goodness.

We thought you'd forgotten. Assembly?

What? Er, no, no.

I have to speak to both of
my children. Immediately.

Our third- and
fourth-year teams returned

with the Dover medal
and Bradfield trophy.

- Leonard. Leonard.
- Well done.

Leonard?

- And now, Mrs Burbeck...
- Psst, Leonard.

- ... President of the Parents and Friends Association.
- Psst! Leonard!

So, as President of the
Parents and Friends Association,

I'd like to thank, er, everyone
who helped at the Christmas fair.

We... we, of course, can commence

the, er... the re-roofing of...

the, er, the equestrian...

I need to speak to my
children. I'm sorry.

I want you both to know that
nothing is going to change.

But Dad's dead.

Well, yeah. That has changed.

But our lives will continue
just the way they were.

- You'll keep going to this school...
- I hate school.

I know. It'll change when
you make some friends.

Yes, Tess, that will
change when another human

can actually stand being around you.

- Shut up, Leonard.
- It's Lenny.

I thought Dad was in
Zurich until tomorrow.

- He came back early. Leonard...
- It's Lenny.

- ... it's OK to cry.
- What? You're not crying.

I am being strong for you two.

All right? I was a
wreck at the hospital.

Look what you've done.

You really set me off again.

That's not how people cry.

Their shoulders shake
and their eyes make tears.

- What? You hated Dad.
- No, she didn't.

You loved Dad, didn't you?

Your father was a...

... great man.

And we made you two. You two are
the greatest thing in my life.

- See, she did love him.
- She didn't say that, you idiot.

Why are you always so horrible, Leonard?

- It's Lenny!
- Leonard, Leonard, Leonard!

It's Lenny, you fat moron!

Agh! Agh!

- Simone.
- Shit.

- Eleanor, Julius. - Leonard, Tess.
- Hello, Mrs Wilkinson.

Oh, God. I spoke to Wilko.
He rang me from the hospital.

I'm so sorry. What a horrific shock.

Yes. I, er, I think we're just
going to need a bit of time alone

to just absorb everything.

Of course. You must be devastated.

- Simply devastated.
- Yeah.

I guess we should be going now.

I'll phone you.

Why is Julius looking at
you like that and smirking?

I... I think maybe
that's just his smile.

No-one smiles like that.
The fuck is his problem?

- You've been in my room again, Tess!
- No, I haven't!

- It was a beautiful funeral.
- Thank you.

Were the Thompson Twins expensive?

No, they charge a very
reasonable corporate rate.

Well, Nick's estate is...

It's quite complicated. I'm
not quite sure how to put this.

Erm, it appears insolvent.

- What's "insolvent"?
- There's nothing left.

- What's "nothing left"?
- Money. There's no money left.

Your husband's debts are astonishing.

If he were still alive, this
level of corporate fraud,

he'd be jailed for life.

OK. So, there are some debts.

Sell, er... sell the chalets
and the house in Florence.

- That won't be enough.
- All right. Well, sell the yacht.

The bigger one. All right, all of them.

And the Aston Martins.

What about the shares?

- The shares are worth a fortune.
- That still won't be enough.

Sell everything in the house.

Rufus, that's all I've got.

- Well, no, it isn't.
- No. Not the house, for fuck's sake.

You sounded really Australian just then.

There has to be some sort of mistake.

- We can't have spent all of it.
- It all adds up.

The chalets, the Aston
Martins, the Thompson Twins.

They charge a very
reasonable corporate rate.

Look, you can sell everything.

- But I'm not selling that house.
- That is not your decision to make.

I don't have a job, all right? My
children and I have nowhere to go.

Surely we can figure out something.

This isn't coming from me.

This is the Inland
Revenue and the banks.

And you know we can't do that
any more. I'm married now.

- Well, if you're married...
- Look, what about your family?

- Don't they have a large farm in Australia?
- No.

I am not going back there.

I've worked too hard. This...
this is where I belong.

I'm not selling that house.

Simone, you have to clear this debt,

otherwise all the people
screwed over by Nick

will get together and
organise a class action.

A very public legal
battle to get their money,

- which you will lose.
- Mm-hm, OK.

Find me a loophole.

Rufus, why did I just get a
phone call from an estate agent

telling me they're bringing
someone to look at my house

when I did not give permission for... ?

All right, you tell that estate agent

that if they bring someone around,

I'm going to shit in
every room as a greeting.

Yes, I do know there are a lot of rooms.

I'm going to have to
produce a lot of shit.

Yeah, I do think I can do it, actually!

We'll be back Friday for the cars.

Hello. This is Norma
Staircastle, calling again.

Erm, I still have a missing payment
for the Thompson Twins' performance

at your husband's funeral,

and whilst I'm, you know,
very sorry for your loss,

we do require prompt payment,
especially as the Thompson Twins

charge a very reasonable corporate rate.

Shit.

Hello.

Oh, Mr Fletcher, hello. Look,
if this is about the kids' fees,

I, er, I just need a bit more time.

I'll be right there.

Are you going to tell me
why you fought with Julius?

- Leonard.
- It's Lenny!

It's Lenny! How many
times do I have to ask you?

- Did Dad like me?
- What?

- Yes, of course he did.
- I didn't see him a lot, and I...

I didn't know him, and Julius was saying

- all this stuff about how Dad died.
- What did he say?

- What did Julius say?
- He was telling everyone that...

that Dad didn't have a
heart attack at the airport.

Tess, what is it? What's wrong?

Jessica made this out of clay.

She was saying that Dad didn't
have a heart attack at the airport.

Stay in the car.

Oh, Simone.

You said we were going
to stay in Sydney.

Well, Newcastle is sort of like,
er, the northern suburb of Sydney.

- But that was a three-hour bus ride.
- Everything is larger in Australia.

- Is that her car?
- Er, no.

- What if she doesn't come?
- She'll be here.

Oh, fuck.

Hello, Mum.

- Hello, Tess.
- Hello...

- Grandma?
- You can call me Jean.

It's up to you. Whatever you like.

Hi, Leonard.

- It's Lenny.
- Right-o.

Lenny, hop in.

Is this all your luggage?

Er, no. It's... It's the kids'.

They... they lost all my luggage.

It doesn't happen when you travel...

business.

Seat belt.

Are we in Sydney?

- No, love.
- Well, I mean, it sort of is.

No, it's not "sort of."
Drop the accent, Samantha.

It's called Newcastle, and
that's because it's not in Sydney.

Well, if you want to split hairs.

If you are going to stay with
me, Samantha, you will say it.

I will not put up with
your lying. Say it.

Newcastle is not Sydney.

It's not Sydney.

- I'm not from Sydney.
- Why did you call her Samantha?

Because that's her real name.

- Which house is it?
- That one down the hill.

- That's the large farm you grew up on?
- Farm?

The only livestock we've got is
possum whose shit's all over the place.

It looks exactly the same.

- Did I see a motorbike down there?
- Yeah, that's your Uncle Jim's.

I have an Uncle Jim?

Yes.

- Is he home?
- He'll be down at the pub.

Chip off the old block.

Don't you bloody start.
You have no right.

No right at all.

Oh, look.

- Mum, I wouldn't.
- Shh.

Oh, Christ.

Oh, God.

Jesus, Tess, wake up!

This will be that grand spiral
staircase you talked about?

What?

Who's that?

My dad. Your grandfather.

I've put the kids in Jim's old room.

Who's Jim?

- We're sharing?
- For the time being, yes.

What? This is tiny. We
can't share this space.

What's this? The en suite?

- Have we lost our house?
- No. No.

We're just being forced to vacate.

Look, we are not
staying here, all right?

I just need time to
figure out what we do next.

- How long?
- I don't know. It's probably best

we don't tell Jean
what happened in London.

- Do you ever tell the truth?
- Look, I've told some lies,

- but I had my reasons.
- What were your reasons, Mum?

So far, you've lied about
your name, where you grew up,

my clearly-not-demented
grandmother, the staircase, Jim...

- Who's Jim?
- Oh, yes, you were asleep, Tess.

We have an Uncle Jim,
apparently. He lives here, too.

Everything with you has been
fake. Even your accent's fake.

Hey... Look, I cannot deal
with this right now, all right?

This situation is extremely complicated.

OK, "Samantha". Is that your name today?

OK, Lenny. Is that your name today?

- Look at her big boobs.
- Oh, my God.

Jim should have cleared those out.

Look, the two of you
just get ready for bed.

I'm going to write a
letter to one of my friends.

- You don't have any friends.
- Yes, I do.

Name one.

Doris.

Hello.

So, where's all my stuff?

Well, I thought I was
never gonna see you again.

All we got for the last 20 years

were Christmas cards from
Switzerland and Colorado.

So, what is going on?

I told you. There's
complications with Nick's estate.

How long are you gonna be here for?

Until the estate gets
sorted. Maybe a few months.

You can't keep the kids
out of school for months.

I know. I thought of
that. That's why I thought

they could attend school
here for a little while.

You know, like a cultural exchange.

So, tell me more about these
complications with Nick's estate.

Don't lie.

OK.

I have a temporary crisis of liquidity.

- You're broke?
- I'm not broke, exactly.

So, how are you gonna pay for their
food, clothing, school uniforms?

- I'll get a job.
- You'll get a job? Doing what?

I've always fancied
something in interior design.

I'll find something, all right?

Listen, I'm gonna be perfectly clear.

- You stay in my house, you will contribute.
- OK.

- I'll get a job tomorrow.
- Good.

- Seriously, tomorrow.
- I'm going out.

Off to the pub?

No. To church.

I've been sober for 12 years.

I have slipped up along the way
but I have found forgiveness.

I think it's super God's forgiven you.

Sammy, if you were gonna forgive
me, you would have by now.

And I will go along with this
crock of shit about Nick's estate

because those kids need a home.

But when you're ready to tell
me the truth, I'm listening.

Do you think it's true?

What they said about Dad at school?

I don't know. Probably.

- Mum said...
- Mum's a liar.

Haven't you figured that out yet?
That's all Mum and Dad ever did.

Do you miss him?

I...

I wish I missed him.

- I miss him.
- Yeah.

Well, he liked you.

First chance I get, I'm out of here.

- Where will you go?
- Home, you idiot.

- But the house is gone.
- Then I'll stay with friends.

- Which friends?
- I'll figure it out when I get home.

- But we don't have a home.
- I said I'd stay with someone.

Who?

Doris Day. I'll stay
at Doris Day's house.

Ask her if that's OK when
you write her a letter.

Ugh! I mean, there are
toilets literally just there.

The toilets are filthy.

Ugh.

- Oh, my gosh!
- Close the curtains!

Oh.

Leonard and Tess? I'm Jim.

Yep. And this is, er...

Starts with an R. Rubella.

That's a fucking disease.

Kids, have you had your breakfast?

Jim, give them some of your Choco Bombs.

But they're my Choc... Ugh, fine.

Morning. Sorry I slept in. Jetlag.

Hello, Jim.

Choco Bombs. That's quite a treat.

Yeah. My Choco Bombs.
You've been here 12 hours

and I'm paying for your kids' breakfast.

OK, Jim. Kids, no Choco Bombs.

No, no. They can have
the Choco Bombs today,

because you have failed
to put food on the table.

Well, they don't like Choco Bombs.

Of course they like Choco Bombs.
Everyone likes Choco Bombs.

Well, we don't eat
Choco Bombs in our house.

Because their mum's a stuck-up bitch

who swans around like
Krystle-fucking-Carrington,

- and thinks she's too good for Choco Bombs?
- No, it's because everybody knows

if you eat Choco Bombs, you get fat.

I'm not fat! You take that
back with immediate effect.

Or what? You'll sit on me?

- Mum!
- Could you two stop?

Sit!

- She...
- Don't you dare.

You will not take this out
on the kids, not in my house.

OK, I need to borrow your car.

Tess, Lenny, we'll be getting
your school uniforms today.

- What?
- How long are we going to be here?

Yeah, how long are you
gonna be here, Sammy?

Whoa, looks like they're here to stay.

- I'm not going to school.
- Yes, you are.

When we get back to London,

you're going to sit
your GCSEs this summer.

- I don't want to go to a new school.
- It'll be fun.

- You can't make me go.
- Yes, I can.

And whilst you're out shopping
for uniforms with Grand... Jean,

I'm going to go and get a job.

- You're gonna get a job?
- Yeah.

Oh, really, Alexis Colby? And
what are you gonna get a job doing?

- I can do plenty of things.
- Like what, Sammy Jo Carrington?

- Going to call me any other characters from Dynasty?
- Steven Carrington?

- Anyone else?
- Dominique Deveraux?

- Who's that?
- The successful and wealthy chanteuse.

- I like her.
- I'm sorry, who are you?

- Ray...
- Don't you fucking say "Rabies".

In any case, I'm sure
I can find something

that's compatible with my skill set.

- Like what? The...
- ... CEO of Carrington Oil. Yes, Jim.

Look, if any of you guys
are going into town...

Yeah, if you're going into
town, can you give Raquel a lift?

- It's Bev.
- Bev? What a beautiful name.

- Why are you dressed like that?
- These are my old clothes.

Till my luggage arrives, I
don't have any other choice.

- They kind of stink.
- Yeah, you do smell a bit musty.

Ugh. Yeah, they've been in the basement.

Hey, baby.

Oh, yeah. Mm, fuck.

Jim. James!

Come on.

- Where am I taking you?
- Courthouse, please.

- Oh, do you work there?
- I'm the fucking judge.

Oh, hello. Erm, I was reading about
the job that you've advertised.

Yes. Erm, how much does that pay?

No. That's great.

And what sort of background
would you be wanting for a...

consultant radiologist?

Right. So, that's... that's
an actual radiologist.

Hm? No, I thought it might be
someone who consults the radiologist.

No, I don't know what
I'm talking about either.

OK. Well, thank you. OK, bye.

- Is this all of it?
- Yeah.

Er, that looks great.

Ah, here come the Harrises.

- Hi, Jean.
- Hi, Deanne.

This must be Leonard and Tess.

Look at your gorgeous
English complexions.

It's like they've never
seen a day of sunlight.

I... I've totally seen sunlight.

I'm Deanne, and this is Abby.

Oh, we're just picking up some
school uniforms for next week.

I can't believe the
holidays are almost finished.

- Where does the time go?
- There you are.

Hiding out in footwear. Hey, Jean.

- Hi, Terry.
- Terry, these are Jean's grandkids from England.

Ah. Well, welcome to
Australia. Hot enough for you?

- Erm, yes.
- Tess, what year are you in, love?

- I'm in the third year.
- What?

Erm, you're in year nine.

Same as Abby. Abby, you
could show Tess around.

- I'm not showing her around.
- Abby?

You make me repeat a year,

- now you want me to babysit?
- We didn't make you repeat,

you did this to yourself.

- I'll go wait in the car.
- We have to go.

It's been lovely meeting you both.
See you around the neighbourhood.

I'll return those shears soon.

- That's my neighbour?
- Yes, that's your neighbour.

Perhaps I could return those shears.

Seriously? You got the job?

- I got here first.
- Ugh.

Why is every job in this town taken?

'Cos there's no work,
so there's competition.

Plus I make a pretty
good Schnitzel sandwich.

Please, anyone can make
a Schnitzel sandwich.

- Hey, are you Samantha?
- Yes.

You used to babysit
me. I'm Dean Farrell.

- Our mums played tennis together?
- Oh, yeah. Yeah, I...

I remember you.

- You used to really like lighting fires.
- Yeah.

- Hey, I know where there might be a job available.
- Yeah?

My cousin Shauna, she OD'd last week.

- Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.
- It's all good.

She couldn't really handle her heroin.

She had a job at the MP's office.

Hm. Well, thank you. But why
didn't you go for her job?

Oh, I'm not allowed within
50m of government buildings.

Mm!

♪ ... Best of all ♪

♪ I love ♪
♪ You gimme head ♪

♪ You gimme head, you gimme head ♪

♪ You gimme head, you
gimme head, you gimme head ♪

Er, Tess, go ahead and
help me make lunch, yeah?

Jim, back off the songs about fellatio.

- What's under the sheet?
- A '63 Bentley, S3.

- Cool. Can we take it for a spin?
- No.

Fucking thing hasn't started
since before Dad died.

- Mum told me about the crash.
- What crash?

The plane crash?

- There was no plane crash, was there?
- No.

- Dad drowned, just out there.
- What? Over there?

Yep. Went swimming
when he was shit-faced.

Cool guitar.

You play?

The day after Dad went
missing, your mum skipped town.

I didn't get to say
goodbye to either of them.

Your mum's got no right
just showing up here

after all these years.
No fucking right at all.

Oi, give me that back.

You're not very good.

Can I get you anything
else while you wait?

Oh, no. Thank you.

- Lamington?
- I'm... I'm fine.

- Shortbread?
- Er, no. I'm OK.

- Pea?
- Might be a bit weird having a pea with coffee.

What's up with your accent?
It's all over the place.

I lived in London for over 20 years.

- I'm from Manchester.
- Oh, nice.

It's a stinking piss-hole.
One day, I realised

just 'cos I was born there
didn't mean I had to stay.

So I ran away to the
other side of the world.

- I did exactly the same thing.
- Gypsy finger?

- OK.
- Take two.

Oh, thanks.

Your outfit is fucking
brilliant, by the way.

Hilarious, dressing like
that for a job interview.

- No. My luggage got lost.
- Oh, and your clothes smell so bad, too.

Fuck! I hope you get
the job. You're funny.

Funnier than Shauna.

Who knew she was riding a
dragon on her lunch break?

Look, I'll be there at
7:30. Yep, I'll see you then.

Right-o. Done.

- Samantha?
- Christos?

Chris.

- Wow. What a surprise.
- Oh, God.

- Good to see you.
- It's lovely to see you, too.

"Lovely to see you, too."

What the... ? The accent.

I was told that Samantha
Burbeck was waiting to see me.

I didn't know it was you, Sammy Cooper.

Yes. Well, I didn't realise
this interview was with you.

You've, er, you've
also changed your name.

Yeah, well, Christos Georgiatus
kept losing elections.

Chris George? Won by a landslide.

So, I heard you were never coming back.

You were living in London,
married to an English guy.

- A real high-flyer.
- Yeah.

- Oh, he's dead.
- Oh, sorry. So, you back here for good or what?

Well, just until the estate is settled.

You know, we had all
sorts of complications.

I'm confused. You're loaded,

and this job pays loose
change to someone like you.

Yes, well, I mean, it's
not just about the money.

Since Nick died, I've really
needed to get out of myself

and have responsibilities.

Be part of a vibrant, bustling office.

Oh, fucking peas.

Right. Tell me your qualifications.

Well, I was head of the parents' association
at my son and daughter's school.

- I've got two boys.
- Oh, lovely.

- Now I've had a vasectomy.
- Oh.

Er, what else? Oh, I
project-manage building works.

Often, builders source
the wrong materials,

and I had an incident recently.
I'd ordered marble for the bathroom,

- and the electrician promised...
- Wait, wait, wait.

So you project-manage home
renovations on your own home.

Yes, I have a real
eye for interior decor.

- Can you type?
- Yes.

- Quickly and accurately?
- No.

You know when was the
last time I saw you?

A party at Ruth Milligan's house.

Oh, yes, I remember her.

Er, fat girl, had thrush all the time.

- We're married.
- Oh.

Is that her? She's, er,
she's really turned it around.

- No, that's my sister.
- What?

You know, I spent most of that
party trying to talk to you.

Yeah. You and Dan Atkins
had a fight, he stormed out,

and I brought you a drink,
and I tried to talk to you.

- I don't remember that.
- I do.

You see, girls like you
didn't talk to guys like me.

You thought you were so much
better than everyone else.

- I'm just kidding with you, Sammy.
- Oh!

That was priceless. You
should have seen your face.

- You were...
- Yeah, that was awful. I thought you were serious.

Anyway, here we are.

- I'm a Member of Parliament...
- Yeah.

... and you're sitting in front of me

in fancy dress, with no
discernible qualifications,

asking me for a job.

Isn't life funny?

- It's hilarious.
- Can you make coffee?

- Yes.
- Black, three sugars.

Oh, er...

Hello. Can you show me
where I can make coffee?

- Oh, I can get it.
- No, I think I'm meant to.

Now, now, ladies. You both
get your chance. One at a time.

He likes to do this. He hires
two people to do the same job,

so they fight with each other
and compete to impress him.

It's a technique Hitler used.

There is no work in this town.

Now I want you to go back in
there and get the damn job.

Now, have a pea. Take two.

- Nice, aren't they?
- Yeah.

- Oh, Jesus Christ.
- Oh, God. I'm so sorry.

Just leave it. Sit.

Look, it's the end of the day.
Let me give you a lift home.

- That's very kind of you, but...
- No, come on.

We can talk about work on the way.

- Where are you staying?
- I think I'd actually prefer to walk.

It's 35 degrees. Where are you staying?

- I'm staying at Mum's.
- Oh.

It's not exactly what I'm used to,

but I felt the children would
benefit from being around family

- at this difficult time.
- Yeah, right. Makes total sense.

Hey, I want these letters
dropped off before last post.

Oi! Letters, last post.

- And lock up on the way out.
- Sure will.

Jump in.

- You like sports cars?
- Er, my husband did.

- Yeah? What did he drive?
- Aston Martins. He collected them.

Yeah, well...

This has an exhaust note to die for.

- Oh, you've got a car phone.
- Yep.

So if you ever wanna call anyone...
don't. It's really expensive.

I need to do a quick detour. Gotta
pick up my boy Wade from rugby.

He goes to our old school.

I'm going to be sending mine there, too.

- Sounds like you're here for a while.
- It's hard to say.

- There's been so many...
- Complications. Yeah.

It's not all bad.
There are worse places.

You'd be surprised by how
many familiar faces you'll see.

Nice work.

Wow. This place really hasn't changed.

There's not much funding coming our way

since all the mines closed down.
But I'm going to change all that.

You see, I've got big
plans for this town, Sammy.

And I'm gonna need good
people around me to do it.

People like you. You're hired.

Oh, wow. Er... Thank you.

Wade, oi. Hold up, son.

You need a good attitude
adjustment, all right?

- Oh, you didn't know?
- Yeah, Dan's a PE teacher now.

That whole professional surfer thing
didn't pan out too well for him.

- Wade, get in the back seat, mate.
- Oh, for fuck's sake.

I think perhaps we should
start the car and just get...

What, you don't wanna
say hi? Oh, come on.

- Start the car, would you?
- Hey, Dan, look who I found.

Wait, what are you doing here?

Sammy works for me.

Can we go? I'm fucking starving.

Yeah, sure thing, mate. Later, Dan.

Er...

You...

Hey, buddy, what was Mr Atkins
telling you about back there?

- Nothing. He's a fucking deadshit.
- Kids.

Hey, Wade, you know Mr Atkins used
to be the coolest kid in school?

- I don't give a fuck.
- He was.

Wasn't he, Sammy? Back then?

Yeah. Yes, he was.

- Good God. Is that Jim?
- Yeah.

That is tragic.

- Is that your boy?
- Oh, yes.

- That's Leonard.
- You boys will be going to the same school.

- Looks like a little faggot.
- Hey! You don't say "faggot".

You say he looks gay. Sorry.

Well, er, thank you so much for
the lift and thanks for the job.

- My pleasure. I'm looking forward to working with you.
- Right.

- Wade, say goodbye.
- Fuck off.

He's shy.

- Hey, Sammy.
- Yeah.

Office opens up at 9:00,
I expect you there by 8:15,

and, erm, don't dress like
that. You look ridiculous.

You working for Christos Georgiatus?

- Yeah.
- Suck shit!

- You got a job?
- Yeah.

I'll pay you back for the
uniforms as soon as I can.

- You can't make me go to school here.
- Me neither.

Yes, I can!

Hey, Jim. Can I have a beer?

Here you go.

I'll go make us dinner.

Mum! If you do that again,
I'll throw a kick at your face.

I don't belong in a tan mini-skirt.

You ruined my life. I was
gonna be something, Sammy.

- I hate this fucking shithole.
- Hey!

- You've caught the sun a little bit.
- Right? Got me a tan.

That was amazing. You
know your wanker shit.

- I'll see myself out.
- Sammy.

- That's the toilet.
- Suck shit.

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