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Yours is ready. Thank you so much.

Uh, and what will that be?

Uh, one chips, no salt. One aioli.

- Excellent. Thank you. - ♪ upbeat music

What would you like?

Actually, can you...

Here we go. How's that going?

♪ Your soft mouth was made for me... ♪

Thank you. That's that. Thanks.

Uh, two chicken, three beef,

one no onion and a vego on gluten free.

Billy!

Come on. Get off!

Peter!

Billy, come on. Don't hide for me.

No. No way! Not in here.

I'm the good guy. He's the one you need to worry about.

- Billy! - Billy, is it?

Billy Brennan. Pleased to meet you.

Good. Get the hell out of my kitchen.

- Billy! - Excuse me, sir. Your ticket?

I tell you what, uh, pop an apron on me. I'll chop onions.

- Uh, they're pre-chopped. - Don't be a dickhead! Billy!

Billy. Where are you? Come on.

Okay, get in here.

You can't avoid me forever. Come on. Billy!

Nicole? Chicken burger. Thank you.

Excuse me, have you seen my brother?

He's a tall, ugly bastard.

No, I'm sorry. I haven't seen anyone.

Unless you're ordering a burger--

That's him. Out of there. Come on.

Hey, come on! Hey, I've got a ticket, mate.

All right, all right. Okay. I'll go easy.

Watch your step.

Don't touch what you can't afford, mate.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, God. Okay, coast is clear.

Your burgers look epic. I'll be ordering one for sure.

- Hey! - Two, even.

Sorry about him. Thanks.

Yeah, fuck you, Billy!

♪ Your proud nose was made for me ♪

♪ Yes, it was ♪

♪ Your "oh-ohs" are made for me ♪

♪ And God above ♪

♪ Your sweet rhymes were made for me... ♪

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

It's a gorgeous afternoon,

a Sunday afternoon here on Sydney Harbour.

A beautiful, light northeasterly breeze.

- Eight to ten knots. - Here we go.

For you, that's the one with the pickle.

- Thank you. - It's absolutely glorious.

They all have their bigwigs on.

It's gonna be really something. Spectacular. Should be lovely.

I need to thank you.

You saved me from another spectacular bust-up

with my brother.

Oh, not willingly.

All the same. Thanks.

- Two more? - Yes, please.

Thing is, I've successfully managed to evade him for years.

Oh! Healthy sibling relationship.

Please. Accept this.

I owe you.

I don't like to get in the middle of a family squabble.

Thank you. Beer?

Yeah, sure. I'll have a light.

You got a brother?

Two sisters.

Are you close?

I don't hide from them on ferries,

if that's what you mean.

- Okay. - There you go.

All right, your pineapple's going on a punt.

This is my once-in-a-year flutter.

Cheers!

All right, two bets on Propinquity.

Uh, last--

They're away cleanly.

All the boats behind the line, so...

Right, we're on. Two bets and I've got a very good feeling.

Two bets on one boat or one bet on two?

- Uh, two bets on one. - Okay.

Who are we barracking for?

Propinquity.

Yeah, it means this is your lucky day.

What are the odds?

One's longish, the other's shortish.

I feel you threw your money to the bottom of the harbor.

It's not my money. Come on. Come and have a look.

Guys.

That's ours there, that one. There, with the big P.

- Oh, right. - Going good.

Really? It looks like we're dead last.

Yep, we are, and that's the beauty of it.

See, last to the first mark - that was the first bet.

- Shortish odds. - What was the long odds?

First place overall. I like extremes.

Even though the center usually holds,

despite what the poet says.

That's Yeats.

Very good.

Yes, I remember sixth form English too.

It's a repeated pattern.

Pretty much the same thing. Now Propinquity, we've got--

Oh!

- Weather's on the turn. - ...and here he is again.

♪ upbeat folk music

There she goes. Come on, Propinquity!

♪ Your soft mouth was made for me... ♪

Ooh, wow! Oh! Let's get inside.

And here comes the squall. Wow!

Now, this wasn't expected till six o'clock.

Boy, this will really muck them around.

Chaos out there.

- Okay, I gotta get back. - Righto.

This is beyond boat handling. It's all about luck.

Can you keep the bow up? Can you stay upright?

There you go! I never thought I'd--

Yes!

Come on, Propinquity!

...happened in the sailing careers of this crew.

Propinquity have just come...

They shortened the race 'cause of the squall.

Our boat did a Bradbury. Came in first. Whoo!

- What, we won? - Bit of help from the gods.

- There. - Do you want your winnings?

Uh... Can you collect for me? Go.

Yep. Yes, Chef.

Here's to...

...Propinquity.

And here's from Propinquity.

Kidding me. How much is that?

Five grand exact.

That's insane.

Yeah, but it's not the word the bookie used.

- Congratulations. - What do you mean?

- It's all yours. - No, it's not. No, it's not.

It's not. It's... It's... Don't be silly. It's your bet.

Propinquity, huh?

I told you it was a sign.

Do you know what it means?

Of course.

Use it in a sentence.

"She carried the plates with propinquity,

quickly but with purpose."

It means "attraction through proximity".

I Googled it.

Well, I was close.

I'm a, um...

What's the word when you educate yourself?

"Autodidact"?

- That's me. - Right.

Haven't done a very good job, have I?

That's what comes from

going straight from school to Channel 7.

Doing what?

Camera department. I learned on the job.

Cameraman. Got to travel the world.

Um, quite a bit in Europe.

Long stint in Athens.

I spent a week wandering around the Acropolis

waiting for Tony Mokbel's extradition.

Crash course in Greek mythology right there. Fascinating.

So, not just a pretty face.

No, no. Hidden depths. That's me.

What about you?

You know, we better get off here

before the security get a bit narky.

Don't forget your winnings.

Oh, look, can we at least agree to split it?

No, I've got a better idea.

- Uh... - Right?

You really couldn't get an Uber?

Five grand to give me a lift home and you're complaining.

Ridiculous.

How do you know I don't live up in Brisbane?

♪ whimsical jazz music

And then the primordial gods of Night and Darkness

gave birth to Hypnos, the God of Sleep,

and Thanatos, his twin brother, the God of Death.

That must have been a cheerful household.

Who'd wanna be the God of Death?

I don't know. Had its fun bits. You got to be a psychopomp.

A what?

Psychopompos.

It means a guide who escorted the souls of the dead

to the underworld.

"Right this way, madam!"

Are you always this crazy?

"If you're not crazy, there's something wrong with you."

- Now, that's not Yeats. - No, it's not Yeats.

It's better. It's Willie Nelson.

Oh, uh, so... left here.

Okay.

Now, Rose might freak out if I'm driven home

by a beautiful woman without any explanation, so...

Oh, I should get home.

Just come and say hello.

Please?

I'm sorry, love. Forgot my keys.

This is Dani. Dani, Rose.

Dani was good enough to give me a lift home.

Sorry. I'm busting for a leak.

All right. Close the door!

Come in. Are you out of your way?

She'd never told me where she lives.

- A bit. - Okay. Come on in.

Now, um, I've got the kettle on. Do you want a cup of tea?

- Or something stronger? - It's not Grange.

- But Rose likes it. - Hey! It's five stars from ALDI.

Please, just sit down. Sit down over there.

- Thank you. - So, Dani, are you into sailing?

God, no! I just got the contract

to do the food on the ferry on race days.

It's a huge improvement.

You should taste her burgers, Rose. They're incredible.

Just a patty on a milk bun with some good aioli and salad.

It's not so easy to do a good burger. Many have failed.

The boozy, late-night fast-food expert over there.

So is that your thing - catering?

These days.

- Should we... - Oh, no, he's all right.

Going, going and gone.

They're so sweet when they're asleep.

- Billy said he works in TV. - Past tense.

He was a news guy, a shooter.

I mean, he's supposed to be retired

but thank God he still gets the odd freelance gig,

or I'd be locked up for murder by now.

- Are you married? - No.

How long have you two been together?

Coming up 40 years.

Wow!

- Wow. That's something. - We have our moments.

I don't know how you do it.

I can't sleep with someone breathing next to me.

Yes! There is that.

So you're not even looking?

Absolutely not.

- Oh. - Have you seen what's out there?

All the good men are taken.

What's left are bald, eight months pregnant,

have hair growing in the wrong places.

- Here we are. - No, no, I'm driving.

Is it awful? I'm not that fussy.

No, it's not awful. It's got some interesting high notes.

- Would cheese help? - Cheese always helps.

- Even if it's cheddar Singles? - Are you kidding? I love them.

- Have you got any Jatz? - I've got the ALDI equivalent.

So, so hang on.

Stark naked on the balcony in the middle of a London winter.

What did he expect you to do about it?

But I mean, exactly, right? I mean...

I'm on the phone 10,000 miles away.

So what did he do?

Eventually they realized they'd gone too far

and they let him back in.

I tell you, that man'll be the death of me.

Oh, he's hilarious.

- I don't suppose he's for rent. - You can have him for free.

No, seriously.

I don't suppose I can rent him?

Just for a night.

Not a whole night. Just for a few hours, really.

What?

I've got this, um...

I've got this event, this...

...fancy black-tie thing.

I so don't wanna go,

but I've been telling myself I should get out, network.

I know I sound pathetic. And it's a long story.

But the thought of walking in there alone just...

You want Billy as your plus one?

Is that crazy?

Listen.

Billy put my tip on the longest shot in the race

and it came in and he won this.

- How much is that? - It's 5,000.

Five grand? Are you serious?

I'm deadly serious.

I mean, it's not mine, anyway, really. It's Billy's.

To be clear,

you're not talking sex?

Oh, God, no.

No.

I just... need a handbag.

Well, we're not taking your money.

Yes, you are. I insist.

Like I said, it's not mine, it's really Billy's.

♪ gentle music

♪ Leaves were falling ♪

♪ Just like embers ♪

♪ Colors red and gold ♪

♪ They set us on fire... ♪

- I love you. - Oh.

♪ Burning just like a moonbeam ♪

♪ In our eyes ♪

♪ Somebody said they saw me ♪

♪ Swinging the world by the tail ♪

♪ Bouncing over a white cloud ♪

♪ Killing the blues... ♪

- Ohh! - I got my good watch.

And I broke out a new pair of undies.

Oh! I always said you scrub up.

Oh.

- I'm coming down with something. - Oh, God, you'll be fine.

I can't believe you sold me.

- I didn't. You're a rental. - Mm.

A piece of meat on a slab.

If it was the other way around and I sublet you,

I'd be crucified.

Okay, fine, stay for book club.

I'm sure the girls would, oh,

love to hear your views on contemporary literary fiction.

- Ha! - You're gonna have fun.

Yeah?

Hey, is it weird that I feel like I'm sending you off

to a Year 12 formal?

Yes.

Bloody hell.

- Too much? - You look gorgeous.

Come on in. Come on in.

- Thank you for this. - Hey, you paid for it.

Oh, I should get a photo of you guys.

Um... hang on.

Here it is. Right.

You both look so beautiful.

- Don't mind me. Ready? - Um... formal?

Yeah! Beautiful.

And now me in it. Why not!

Uh, Cheddar Singles. Cheddar Singles.

There we go.

Let's, um...

Yeah, okay, well, you better go, you don't wanna be late, so...

- Bye, love. - Bye.

Hey, listen, can you bring me back a doggy bag?

No, get me some of those fancy choccies.

The ones with the gold leaf if they have them.

- You'll be lucky. - Bye.

Thank you.

Hi, you've reached Billy Brennan.

Please leave a message.

Where is he?

- They're working on him. - What happened?

They're saying it's a heart attack.

Oh, God. I wanna see him. Who do I talk to?

They said to wait here.

Mum? What's happened? Is he okay?

They think he's had a heart attack.

- Oh, my God. - He's in with the doctors now.

It's gonna be all right.

- It's okay. - Mrs. Brennan?

Yeah, no, well, I'm Mrs. Brennan.

And this is my daughter. This is Emma. So how is he?

Mr. Brennan had an ST-elevation myocardial infarction.

A sudden and severe heart attack.

He received treatment on arrival

but... I'm so sorry.

He couldn't be revived.

What are you...

He's dead? He's...

I really am sorry.

- I wanna see him. - Yes, of course.

Follow me.

No.

♪ sorrowful music

It's all right.

It's okay. It's all right.

I was just leaving this.

It's a few nights' meals.

I'm sure you don't feel like cooking.

That's kind. Thank you.

Why don't you come in?

I chose a coffin this morning.

All I could hear was Billy saying,

"Get the cheapest one, Rose, it's only gonna be burned."

But I couldn't.

It felt too, um...

...stingy.

Will there be a funeral?

Uh, a memorial next week.

Or is it a wake? I don't know what to call it. Death party?

Let me cater it.

What?

I'd like to.

What happened again?

I know you've told me but I...

It was after the event.

He just went down.

I called an ambulance, then I called you.

I thought it was Billy calling to say he'd be home soon.

I got his phone and I held it to his face to unlock it.

- No. - For the catering.

- No. I don't... - Just take it.

Just take your fucking money.

♪ upbeat rock music plays

- Really sorry. - Thank you.

Thank you so much for coming.

Hey.

Yeah, it's a good turnout.

Well, no one ever said no to Billy. Hi.

You okay? How you traveling?

Yeah, you know?

Well, put me to work. They taking around the food yet?

- I don't know. - I'll speak to the caterers.

Luke, get Rose a drink, for God's sake.

- Bubbles? - Does it come in a drip?

Bummer, Rose.

- Two champagnes coming up. - Hey.

- You okay? - No.

- What do you even say? - You just, um...

- Hi, Rose. - Hey.

You put on a brave face and thank people for coming.

I'm not as good at that as you are.

Where's Laura?

She couldn't get off work.

What? Jesus.

- When are we having speeches? - We're not.

- G'day, Rose. - Hi. Thank you.

We'll be here all day if we let this lot speak.

- Here we go. - Thank you.

Okay, but... Look, only up another five.

He's a mate, but I don't like him that much.

Well, find another has-been player.

It's a bloody sports show, not Downton Abbey.

And don't call me back.

I'm at my best friend's memorial.

Hey, you right?

- Yeah. - All right, what's our signal?

- For what? - Time to go?

Oh, I don't know. When I can't stand up.

These are me old footy mates.

Well, I will be standing by to pull you off the floor.

- Love you. - I know.

My God, finally. Where have you guys been?

Come here.

- How are you holding up? - I'm not.

I'm a mess. I don't know how Mum's doing it.

I haven't even seen her cry yet.

Hey.

Christ, it's you.

No, it's just me.

- I thought you were dead. - Same.

Are you still a PE teacher?

Yeah. Just got more letters these days.

- Oh? - P-D-H.

Ooh, what's that? A PhD for jocks?

Three more years and I'm out.

What about you? You still a gay?

Mm.

He's cute. Uh, not my type.

What about you? Still rooting anything that moves?

Well, you know, if you can't score at a funeral...

There'll be plenty more from here on.

- Yep. Smorgasbord. - Mm, hit up.

- Whoa, is that Lukey? - The one and only.

He's shrunk.

Fuck, ya...

- Hey! - Hi!

Mind your beer, mind your beer, mind your beer. Oi!

- Fuckin' hell. - You used to be bigger.

- Go easy, mate. - Hey, man.

Gosh, you used to be slimmer.

He was at a work thing and they called me straightaway.

And...

...got to the hospital just in time.

- Oh, I'm so sorry. - Yeah, if you'll excuse me.

- Yeah, sure. - Thanks.

♪ sorrowful music

Oh!

Well...

- Hey! - Mm-hm.

Oh, here's trouble.

Sarah! Ohh!

How do you look exactly the same?

- Beer goggles. - Hmm.

- Manny! - Wow!

- Hi, babe. - Oh, God.

"Babe"? Who are you, Warren Beatty?

- I wish. I wish. - Isn't he dead?

I read that the other day at the urologist.

- What? No, that's the other guy. - Huh? Which other guy?

What's-his-name. He was in one of the Godfathers.

That narrows it down. Robert De Niro?

- No. - Marlon Brando.

No, no, no. God, he was a brilliant actor.

I can see him in that movie with the soundtrack.

Oh, Harry Dean Stanton. Paris, Texas.

Yes, yes. Thank you. Harry Dean Stanton.

- Harry. Hey. - What about him?

- He's dead. - Oh.

Ooh.

Did you see, Sarah Turner's here.

God. I haven't seen her forever.

I'm glad she came.

Hey, Em tells me that you put a kibosh on the speeches.

- Oh, why does she... - You have to have speeches.

Or not even speeches.

It's just a chance for everyone, anyone, to...

...say goodbye to Billy.

Half of them fought with him most of the time.

They're here, aren't they? I'll get you a drink.

Excuse me. Excuse me, everyone.

Excuse me. Thank you.

Yep, yep, yep, yep.

Yep, thanks, Adele.

Um...

Um, I just want to welcome you all here today.

Thank... thanks for coming. Um...

Um, well, I reckon Billy would be so chuffed

to see you all here.

Um, I'm not gonna make a speech or anything, so...

Um, sorry. Rex, can you...

- I don't wanna make a speech. - It's all right.

Thanks for coming, everyone.

I know Billy's looking down on us...

Looking up!

...thinking, "These guys will turn up

to anything for free booze."

But here we are.

Brought together by this bloke

who despite the odd differences, we all loved and admired.

As a teammate, in the old days,

he was selfless and...

...a shit center but an okay winger.

And I think I can speak for Rose and Em,

a pretty good husband and dad.

Who always put his family first.

Well, that's a load of horseshit!

Oh, my God!

He... he was a prick.

No, mate. No! No, no.

Uh, for those of you that don't know,

I'm his little brother

and the last person that he gave a shit about.

Not today, mate. Not today.

- Yeah. - Hey!

If not now, then when, Rex, hey?

Sorry, mate.

Sorry, this is happening.

When... when we were kids,

Billy used to play this game with me.

We called it knives.

Where you get a kitchen knife

and you throw it at someone's fingers...

Why didn't you take it off him?

What did you want? Chase him around the room.

...folks died, who got the money?

Hmm, I wonder.

Feeding me pocket money every month

like I was still a little kid.

That's the real Billy.

Always controlling me.

Hey, mate. Do you remember me?

Sarah.

Oh, yeah, always could pull the chicks, my brother.

I reckon you've had your go. Can I say a few words?

Hey?

Oh, fuck the lot of you!

Hello, everyone. I'm Sarah Bancroft.

Well, I used to be Sarah Turner.

- And we go way back, don't we? - Yeah.

Back in the day, this guy was a little shit.

Of course we didn't know then

he'd grow up to be the lead singer of Spacemen!

Four weeks in top 10, three times on Countdown.

That is all true.

Anyway, uh, you know, Billy and I

had this thing when we were teenagers

and everywhere we went, his little brother would follow.

Billy and I are trying to sneak off down to the dunes

and have a little... little...

Oh. Whoops.

Anyway, this guy, he was always there

having his two cents worth, even back then.

Yeah, well, there's been inflation.

But what I do know is, if Billy was here now,

what he'd say was,

"Enough of this fucking speechafying.

Let's all get shit-faced."

Thanks, Billy.

You heard the lady.

Love you, Billy.

- Love you, Billy. - Bottoms up!

To Billy!

Hi. Billy would have approved.

I just thought he was gonna live forever.

Yeah, so did he. God, I'm so glad you came.

You were the love of his life.

He was mine.

Oh, darling, are you okay?

- Oh. - What can I do?

Every time I try to get to the bar to have a drink,

someone steps in front and asks how I am.

Do you wanna know how I am?

- I'm thirsty! - I can do something about that.

Here we come!

♪ Am I ever gonna see your face again? ♪

♪ No way, get fucked, fuck off! ♪

You look like a man standing on the edge of a cliff.

I think we all go along through life being busy.

But clueless, you know? No fucking idea.

Then one day, all of a sudden, we're old.

There's the exit gate looming up ahead of us.

Wow. That's uplifting. Thanks, Shakespeare.

I'm just saying, maybe we need some kind of credo for life.

For living.

Credo? Yeah, I got one of those. Don't fucking die.

I'm sure Billy wasn't planning on it.

- Are you remembering to eat? - Oh.

Thank you.

Isn't that the woman who was at the hospital?

- Oh, yeah. - Why was she there?

She was at your dad's work function. She's a caterer.

Was Dad having an affair?

What? No?

So why was she at the hospital?

Look-- Look.

She was the one that found him

and she was the one that called the ambulance.

- I'm just saying it's weird. - Can we just...

Can we just leave it, just get through this?

All right. Sorry.

Hey, I don't think Laura's coming.

I mean, show up for your partner's dad's wake, right?

- It's not much to ask. - Jesus, Adele.

- Could you just stop? - What?

- Okay, just stop. - I...

Yeah, but it's not about real people, is it?

Mate, that's the actual definition of "reality TV".

Yeah, but it's not real. Yeah, it's like today.

None of this lot here knew what Billy was really like,

except for you and me.

One face for the world, another one for the family.

You know what?

Billy looked out for you, you know?

And he took all your crap, but I'm done.

You can have your money. How's that?

- You mean it? - Yep.

I'll sign it over first thing.

Oi! Drinks on me!

Mate, that's not a great idea

till the estate's settled.

Let him have his fun. Tab's already paid.

- Thirsty? - Oh, I shouldn't.

Apparently I'm the designated driver.

Hmm.

Oh, how old are you guys there?

Like, 25.

- Rose, younger. - Mm. Babies.

Hey. Are you in?

- Oh. - Mm-mm-hmm. Mm-hm.

Left. Go left.

Oooh! I got it, I got it.

Go.

Old times, hey?

Here we go.

- That was her, mate. - Matilda's four.

Ben, he's two.

Spitting image of your grandma.

- Their father's Korean. - Oh, yeah, okay. Yeah, go.

- Is that yours? - Yeah, that's my grandchild.

- Willow. - Oh, my God. Look.

- Let's have a look. - I know.

- She's gorgeous. - I know. Willow. Love her.

- She's awesome. - Didn't know you had kids.

No, me either. You know, but I was an AWOL father.

So, you know, she had a kid

and I'm really trying to be a decent grandfather.

You spend a lot of time with her, Willow, yeah?

Her mum is a shift worker, so I come in handy.

She's really just brilliant.

Here I was thinking you were an old root rat.

Old? Uh? What?

Anyway, sorry to hear about, uh, Steve.

- Yeah, Mike. No. - Oh, fuck me.

But thank you, thank you.

Uh, so, uh, single now, eh?

For now.

Whoo.

So I've got half a chance, huh?

I am looking for a nice, stable, moderately wealthy fella

who's just gonna see me out in style.

- Yeah. - So, obviously not here.

- But we all were. - Well, yeah.

- Beautiful. - But you were the most.

- Ohh! - Apart from Dob Morgan.

- Oh, fucking spunk. - Even with that broken nose.

Specially.

- I blew him. - No?

More than once.

But he played for Newtown.

Fellas. Oh, how you going?

If there's anything you need.

Yes. Thank you. Yes, no, of course, I'll be in touch.

Look at you.

Your nice job and your nice kids and your nice house.

- That's a nice life. - Tick, tick, tick.

Let me guess, you've got...

...a ride-on mower.

You got European appliances.

You got this huge flat-screen television.

Oh, and hang on. Um...

Smelly candles in all the bathrooms.

Can't move for scented candles and throw cushions.

No problem. I am just stating facts.

No, you have been on at me ever since I got here.

Okay, well, do you wanna know what your problem is?

Got a sneaking suspicion you're gonna tell me.

You didn't root enough chicks when you were young.

There, boom. Said it. Someone had to say it.

- That's why. - Didn't I just?

- No. - Hmm?

- I fucked your girlfriend. - What?

Yeah!

I fucked Suzie Warren when you two were an item.

And she said that I was the best she'd ever had.

She did not!

God's truth, mate. Hmm! Not bad going for a woolly woofter, eh?

♪ rollicking music

Fuck, yeah. You're a fucking dickhead.

- Get off the floor, Rex. - Do something.

Pathetic.

Rex, get up!

Stop.

You are just...

Stop!

Thank you. Good to see you again.

- Uh, good send-off, Rosie. - Yeah.

- I'm sorry about the biffo. - It's all right.

Billy would have joined in if he was here.

- Too right. - Hey?

I'm sorry. I'm really gonna miss him.

Oh, he liked you. And you're good for Rex.

- Damn right. Come on. - Come on, handsome.

See you.

- Hey. I'll call you. - All right, darling.

Rose.

Oh, Rose.

- All right. I'm driving. - Love you.

See ya.

I love Rose but why did she have to hold a wake on a Thursday?

I'll be up all night catching up on these emails.

Shit.

Not that you'll get any sleep.

Coke at your best friend's wake?

How old do you think you are?

- What? - Nothing.

Oh, Jesus.

- You all right? - Yeah, yeah.

I'll live. Do you wanna share a ride home?

You wanna share an Uber?

I am home.

- You live in there? - Yeah.

Oh. Can I have a sticky?

Sure.

All my clothes - a bit overflowing - in those.

And then there's... Got a little, um, wooden thing

that slides out and that just becomes, like, a kitchen thing.

Oh.

Oh, shit. Sorry.

Was I meant to ask?

- I never know these days. - Uh, yeah, well, wouldn't hurt.

Oh.

- Whoa. Youch! - Ooh, I'm sorry.

You've just really gotta watch those.

That's good. Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry.

- Swap? - Yeah.

- You right? - Yeah.

- Oh. - Is that better?

Much better. Much better.

Yeah.

Look, look. I've just... Uh...

I haven't done this for a long time.

Right, okay. Time to break the drought, eh?

- Open those floodgates? - Yeah, yeah, stop talking.

- Have you come prepared? - Oh, yeah.

You never know when you're gonna get lucky.

Some things never change, do they?

I think it's in here.

Ooh, there you are.

Haven't got my glasses. Can you read that use-by date?

2018. That can't be right!

Yeah, I told you.

Anyway, you won't need that with me, babe.

Oh, right, you can part the Red Sea too, can you?

Part all of the seas.

I think it'll be fine. I mean, what can go off in lube?

Yeah. Nothing.

♪ wistful music

- Are you okay? - Oh.

Oh, thank God that's over.

Um, do we need to pack everything up?

Stella and I have got it.

You go.

Everyone said the food was good.

I'm glad.

- Well, I'll... - Dani...

Thank you.

Emma looked terrible.

And she was alone.

She made all the excuses for Laura.

But I'm sorry, you show up for a wake.

It's your partner's father.

I can't do this.

It was ghastly, wasn't it?

Well, hopefully, we won't be doing that again anytime soon.

Fingers crossed. We're all healthy.

No. This.

Well, what? What are you talking about?

I wanna break up.

You're drunk and high.

No. Yes, I am.

But...

But I mean it.

What? What do you mean exactly?

I can't do this anymore, Adele.

Us.

What, you can't do us?

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

Are you, Luke?

Fuck you. Get out.

- Adele-- - Get out!

Hey, have you got any more of those pastry things

with the, um, the anchovies in them?

Sorry, all packed up.

Maybe you should do the same.

All we ever did was fight like cats and dogs.

Chalk and cheese.

Yeah. Yeah, no, if chalk hated cheese's guts.

Did... did you know him?

No. No. No, I didn't.

Anyway, I-I-I killed him.

Yeah, put him through shit our whole lives

and I fucking killed him.

My own brother.

I'm sure that's not true.

I'm sure he loved you.

You fucking... You don't know that. How would you know that?

You're right, I don't

but I know that families can be tricky.

- Do I know you from somewhere? - No, I don't think so.

Yeah. Where do I know you from?

Oh, well, you've probably got me confused with someone else.

Goodnight, Gary.

♪ uneasy music

♪ mellow music