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Yeah, fuck you, Billy!

I don't suppose

he's for rent?

You could have him for free.

No, seriously, just for a night.

Thank you.

To be clear,

you're not talking sex?

Oh, God, no.

Mr. Brennan had a sudden and severe heart attack.

I'm so sorry. He couldn't be revived.

It's all right.

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, hey?

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?

I can't do this anymore, Adele.

Get out!

♪ gentle guitar music

Mmm!

All right, your turn.

Gotta keep your strength up.

Mm. Oh. Oh, hell.

Oh, my... Oh.

- Mmm! - It's good.

I imagined what I'd say to him.

I rehearsed it in my head a million times.

And I just froze.

I don't have the courage.

- Yes, you do. - No.

I've seen you. You're a warrior. You're like Artemis.

- Who? - Artemis.

She'd turn Robert into a deer

and have his own dogs tear him apart.

They didn't fat-arse around, those Greek goddesses.

Oh, I just want to be free of him.

Stop wondering what I did wrong.

Dani.

Life's too short.

You've got to look him in the eye. Move on.

Easier said.

You practice what you preach?

With your brother?

No. No.

What did he want the other day on the ferry?

Money, as usual.

Okay.

When we were young, in our 20s, Gary went off the rails, right?

Then he was in and out of jail for years.

And after our folks died,

I was left in charge of Gary's share.

And that didn't go down well.

No, 'cause I had to dole him out an allowance, paid fortnightly.

It was up to me to save him from himself.

You know, 'cause if he'd got it all at once,

he would've stuck it straight in his arm.

So you did the right thing.

I don't know, I thought at the time I knew what was right.

Maybe I didn't. I...

I've never been able to tell him it's because I love him.

Reckon Rose will give me a refund if I get you home early?

Sorry. What?

Sorry.

What did you say?

Come on.

I've wasted enough of your time.

I'll get the car and I'll take you home.

I don't wanna go home.

- What? - I don't wanna go home.

It's...

♪ Your soft mouth was made for me ♪

♪ Yes, it was ♪

♪ Your soft mouth was made for me ♪

♪ Yes, it was ♪

♪ Your broad back was made for me ♪

♪ Yes, it was ♪

♪ Your broad back was made for me ♪

♪ Just because ♪

♪ Your slow hands were made for me ♪

♪ Yes, they were ♪

♪ Your slow hands were made for me ♪

♪ Give me more ♪

♪ Mm-mm mm-mm-mm mm-mm ♪

♪ Mm-mm mm-mm-mm mm-mm ♪

♪ Mm-mm mm-mm-mm mm-mm... ♪

Adele?

Yes?

I just rang to see how you're going.

How I'm going?

I mean... I hope you're okay.

I'm fine.

All right.

Great.

How do you think I'm going? Go fuck yourself!

We should have gone to

couples counseling years ago,

but he always bloody refused.

Well, maybe you still can. Might not be too late.

That horse has bolted.

I don't even know where he is.

Or what he's doing.

Or who he's doing.

What, you think there's another woman?

For all I know, he could have been having an affair for years.

It happens.

Probably shacked up with her and been too gutless to tell me.

He's gonna have to tell the kids 'cause I'm bloody well not.

They need to know that he's the one that left.

None of this "shared responsibility" bullshit.

They've always thought the sun shines out of his arse.

Which I supposed I encouraged.

Oh, God, listen to me.

I'm so sorry. I'm such a shit friend.

How are you doing?

Whoo!

You all right?

Oh! Oh.

I've never done that before. Oh!

You are seriously good at this.

Done what before?

Simultaneous orgasms, like in the movies.

I mean, I've pretended to do it but...

What did you do that for?

Just... to be polite.

And I just didn't think it existed for me.

Not in real life anyway.

You stick with me.

There's plenty more where that came from.

Mind you...

...you might have to give me half an hour to recharge.

Right. What needs to be done?

Let's sort everything into throw out and give away.

Well, the charities won't accept socks and jocks,

but maybe these can be recycled for rags or something.

I hate things going to landfill. What are... What are these?

Oh!

Yeah, they stopped making his favorite jocks

and he complained the double gusset in the new design

squashed his boys.

Yeah, so he bought up big before they ran out.

He liked to boast it was the only time

he paid full price for clothing in his life,

which is a complete lie.

He spent 60 bucks on a cap

at that Archie Roach concert, for starters.

We're experts at believing our own lies, aren't we?

There's gotta be about 20 pairs here.

He calculated he'd have enough to see him out and he was right.

You know, the sooner you get rid of all this,

the sooner you can move on.

I can drop these off at my local--

Oh, for God sake, Adele. This is Billy. It's not Luke.

We loved each other.

♪ wistful music ♪

Sorry.

I'm not ready to do this.

Can you go, please?

Listen, I've got an inquiry for a 50th.

Could be fun. Uh, decent budget.

Robert offered me a job.

What kind of job?

Lunches at Burgundy.

Lena's leaving.

- You know what he's doing. - It's a good job, Dani.

Secure.

Yeah, I know.

Did you say yes?

I said I'd think about it.

I wanted to talk to you.

Can you hold off?

I'm hoping to be needing you full-time, Stella.

My loan's about to come through.

The bank said I should hear by the end of the month.

Rose.

Sorry. Um...

Can we talk?

Uh, yeah.

Can you finish up here?

Sure.

Come.

Is there where you met?

In the kitchen.

He was hiding from his brother.

Look, I know you've told me what happened and I'm sorry.

It's stupid, but would you mind going through it again, please?

We arrived at the venue.

So you know

all these people?

Some. It's the who's who of the restaurant world.

Oh, so like the Logies, only for foodies rather than TV wankers.

Yes. Thank you.

- No, thanks. - Dani.

- Helena. - I'm so glad to see you here.

- How are you? - I'm--

- Hi, I'm Billy Brennan. G'day. - Oh. Billy, I'm sorry.

This is Helena Horwitz.

Helena is editor-in-chief of Gourmandise.

Well, I'm better at eating food than reading about it.

I'm sure you are. But, darling, how are you doing?

I'm great. I'm great.

I'm... I'm just about to launch a new place, actually.

- I'm... so excited. - Go you.

- Where? - Well, it's under wraps for now.

But you'll be the first to hear about it, I promise.

Can't wait.

Thank you.

- Wh-- - Don't say anything.

Say something.

- Um, which is it? - Uh, just keep talking.

Just say anything.

"There was movement at the station,

for the word had passed around

that the colt from old Regret had got away."

Ex-boyfriend done you wrong?

Oh, something like that. Yes.

Oh, is that why I'm here? A bit of payback.

You want me to whack him?

Don't be silly.

Um, just, um... Will you look at me like I'm fascinating?

You are fascinating.

Give me your hand.

- Come on. - What are you doing?

- No, Billy, don't, please. - I'm facing your demons.

- Please, I can't. - Yes, you can.

- Hello, Robert. - Dani. Well...

Didn't expect to see you here.

Yet here I am.

- Um... - Hello, Leisa.

Dani.

- Billy Brennan. - Robert.

Robert Nash.

Dani's told me all about you, Robert.

And none of it good.

You're looking well.

Isn't she?

She's going great guns. She's starting up a new place.

- Oh! - Gosh, sorry.

That's meant to be under wraps. I'm sorry.

You can't take me anywhere. I'm just so proud of you.

- Would you excuse us? - Certainly.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

I'm singing for my supper. Having fun.

Could you just hold this?

I'm just gonna... use the bathroom.

- You all right? - Yeah. Good.

Dani.

Caroline.

You're so brave coming here tonight.

Must have taken courage.

Don't listen to what they're saying out there, eh?

Do you wanna go through, find our table?

No. We've gotta get out of here.

Dani.

- What's... Dani, what's wrong? - Oh, I'm sorry.

- Do you want me to get the car? - Sorry, no, I need to walk.

- Oh. - Oh, listen.

This was a mistake. I'm so sorry.

I shouldn't have dragged you here.

Oh, God, you didn't even get dinner.

Oh, don't worry about that.

Probably too poncy for me anyway.

I'm probably more of a steak-and-chips kind of guy.

- Here, come on. Have that. - Thanks. Oh.

What did Billy have?

Oh, um...

The chicken, I think, yes.

Really? That's not like Billy.

He usually goes for red meat.

Oh, the choice was chicken or fish.

Oh. And... And what about dessert?

He got the chocolate tart

and I had the lemon sorbet.

Did Billy seem all right?

If he didn't feel okay, he wasn't letting on.

Um, was his schmoozing up to scratch?

More than.

He didn't know anyone, so he wasn't intimidated.

Yeah, that's Billy. He likes...

He liked to chat.

So...

...you gonna tell me who this Robert geezer was?

We used to run a restaurant together.

Dani's in Paddington.

Should I be impressed?

Well, we did win Best New Restaurant.

Got two hats in the first year.

What sort of hats?

Toques.

Chef's hats.

Oh!

So what's the story?

We were happy. We had it all.

Until...

...he met Leisa.

She wanted babies and me out of his life.

Ouch.

He promised he'd keep his money in the restaurant,

that Dani's was safe,

but, um, he pulled out and took everything.

What, you went bust?

I lost everything.

So why did you even wanna go in there?

I don't know.

I thought it was ready to make amends,

to network, even, I...

Well, so what about this exciting new place

that's under wraps?

I mean, I've applied for a business loan.

Wow! You'll get there.

Oh!

Oh... bugger!

You did ask for extra sauce.

Billy went quiet.

I thought he was tired or had just drunk too much.

But then he collapsed.

I couldn't tell if he was breathing.

I called the ambulance

and as soon as I knew which hospital

he was being taken to, I called you.

I'm sorry, Rose.

I really don't know what to say.

- I wish we'd never-- - No, no, don't. Stop. No. Stop.

It's not your fault.

Oh, shit.

Hey, can we talk?

Not if it's about your money.

Well, you said I could have it.

Have you ever heard of probate, Gary?

I mean, there are formalities. There's red tape.

- And it can take ages. - Yeah, well, don't have ages.

- Well, I'm sorry. - Can you give us an advance?

- Ten thousand? - What? Of my money?

Yeah, well, I need it for my reunion tour.

Ye... Sorry, your what?

Yeah, I pulled a band together.

Uh, we're gonna hit the country pubs and the RSLs.

Nostalgia's big. You know, people don't forget.

So you're gonna spend your inheritance on a vanity tour?

Oh, yeah, go on. Have a laugh.

Mate, all the... all the old bands are doing it.

Uh, Justin Doyle's giving us studio time.

Come on, Rose. Just... Just 10,000 to get it started.

I've already booked the venues.

Most of my money is frozen with Billy's accounts.

So you're gonna have to wait till probate's granted

like the rest of us.

Yeah, you and Billy have always

gotta keep your feet on my throat, don't you?

Well, fuck you!

- ♪ upbeat folk music - Thanks for that.

"I exercise never, rarely, sometimes, regularly."

Regularly.

"I drink alcohol never, rarely, sometimes, regularly."

Rarely.

♪ When you're feeling small... ♪

Sometimes.

"I have children. I want children.

I don't want children."

Oh, for God sake. God.

So... "Update a photo so we can show you your matches."

Nup. Nup. I'll do it later.

Finish. Finish. Fi...

Oh, come on!

♪ upbeat folk music continues ♪

♪ What in heaven's name have you done? ♪

Arsehole!

♪ The sound of loneliness... ♪

♪ You're out there runnin' just to be on the run... ♪

♪ I got a heart that burns with a fever... ♪

♪ I got a worried and a jealous mind ♪

♪ How can a love that will last forever ♪

♪ Get left so far behind? ♪

♪ What in the world's come over you? ♪

♪ What in heaven's name have you done? ♪

Fuck!

♪ You've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness... ♪

What?

He left you too.

"Premium."

Yeah, premium.

Uh...

I'm in.

"Please be patient while your photos are verified."

Did you have to put a shirt on?

Yep.

But I love your tits.

I'm cold. It's freezing in here.

So much the better.

- Yep. Three. - Oh, damn.

Bugger.

Oh, wait.

- Oof. - Four.

- Yeah? - Taste.

Yeah, you ready to go again?

- Seriously? - Uh-huh.

I thought we used up all your lube.

No, I got some more.

Um...

I, uh...

...don't want to admit it.

But I'm feelin' it a bit.

What? I thought you were like a Duracell bunny?

Yeah, but even bunnies need a time-out.

Oh, God. I gotta wee.

I love your bum even more than your tits.

Could you stop saying "tits"? Oh, Jesus. Ow.

Go and see an orthopedic surgeon.

Oh, I know! Should.

- Just keep putting it off. - Why?

I'm scared.

It's a big operation.

And, you know, and then there's recovery

and there's... rehab.

I live in a van.

- So nice to see you. - Cheers, man.

Oh, hi!

Glad you could make it.

Sascha.

Uh, nice to meet you.

Oh! You're not him.

- Sorry? - Oh, nothing.

I thought you might be an old school friend of my brother's.

- Ah! - I was gonna surprise him.

"Lucky Luke" we used to call him, but you're not.

No. Not Lucky Luke, sorry.

Yeah. I can see that now. You're too old.

I had the biggest crush on him.

Can I get you a drink?

Nah. It's okay. I'll go.

If it's any help, um...

...I'm feeling lucky.

Okay.

Well, I've been on the apps since Josh decided he was gay.

My husband.

Oh, God. I'm sorry.

Yeah, it was shit of him to force me onto the apps.

- You don't like them? - Oh, my God.

You're so green.

How can you tell?

Well, your crap profile, for starters.

Really, it's one of the worst I've seen

and that's saying a lot.

- You answered it. - Yeah.

Because I thought you were an ancient crush.

- I got, like, 40 responses. - Bots.

Romance scammers. Mostly men.

Or desperate girls looking for a ticket into the country.

- You're kidding? - You're fresh meat, my friend.

They can smell you.

"Where

I want my ashes scattered."

- That's it. - Yep.

I thought you said we were reading a will.

We are.

This side, it says, "Rosie gets the lot."

That's not a will. That's you two getting pissed one night.

- Have you got anything better? - Oh, God.

Look, I told Billy that we needed to do proper wills.

I even got the kit from the post office years ago.

Is that legal?

I checked with our lawyer. It is.

Unless you can find something more recent, more formal,

or someone decides to challenge it.

Don't tell Gary.

Door's open. Bloody Billy.

The Blue Pacific Hotel.

Place is a shithole.

God, no wonder the conversation turned morbid.

So...

"On the pitch at the SCG."

What, I mean, can you even do that?

- Hey, guys. - Hey.

Billy wanted his ashes scattered at the Sydney Cricket Ground.

We also wanted some to go to Cardiff Arms Park.

Flights included?

Nineteen eighty-four.

Wallabies versus Wales.

We were shooting it.

The whole crowd

sang Land of My Fathers in Welsh.

He said it sounded like a choir of angels.

- God. - It's true.

He choked up every time he told that story.

- Had he been drinking? - Anyway, it's been pulled down.

It's the Millennium Stadium now.

Oh!

Next.

"Hordern Pavilion stage."

G'day, all.

Oh, Sarah.

- Hi. - Hi, Manaaki.

- Hi. How are you? - Yeah, good. Nice to see you.

For God sake, you two. Just cut it out.

You're both naked under your clothes.

It sticks out like dog's bollocks.

- I told you to wait longer. - I couldn't wait that long.

- And no judging. - I'm not judging you.

You're a grown-up. I'm not so sure about him.

- Okay, next. - Oh, no, he's a grown-up.

"The side street up from the Bridge Hotel."

- Oh. - What? Why?

That's where Emma was conceived.

A side street? Mum?

Actually, a green-and-white Cortina GT, to be more precise.

I loved that car.

You never told me I was conceived in a car.

Classic. Front seat or back?

- Gross. Don't answer that. - Back.

That's it.

Four places.

Billy always spread himself thin.

Oh, God!

Careful of the will.

Laura still busy with work?

- Uh-huh. - Hello.

Is everything okay with you two?

- Oh, sorry I'm late. - Hey.

Thought I had some leftover pastry in the freezer,

but it wasn't enough.

What did I miss?

Um, Billy's wish list for his ashes.

Apparently he and Rex had the conversation.

They were pissed.

Come here.

Rex!

You will be relieved to know

that I have banished you-know-who from my mind.

Oh.

You'd be amazed what a bit of exorcising can do.

What have you done?

Let's just say he won't be coming back for his clothes.

Anyway.

Enough about he who will remain nameless.

Today's about Billy.

To absent husbands.

Dead and as good as.

I still love her. I mean, we've been married 34 years.

Brought up three fantastic children.

To tell you the truth, I didn't completely think it through.

It was a gut thing.

My best mate just dropped dead out of the blue, you know?

He just...

And it...

And I guess it hit me.

It could happen to any one of us at any time.

It could happen tomorrow.

What?

Do you have any idea

how much of a vibe killer all of that is?

First rule of dating - don't rant about the ex.

And never say she's crazy or a bitch.

- She isn't and I didn't. - Or that you still love her.

So many rules.

You got a long way to go, my friend.

It is obviously way too early for you to be out in the wild.

It's a jungle out here.

- It is? - Yeah.

I met a guy who told me on the second date

that he was sleeping with four other women.

One of them was his wife.

He told me I was number five and he was going for the half-dozen.

There's a lot of "single guys" out there.

Guys who say they're rich when they're not,

normal when they're not,

and the number of men that lie about their height.

As if they're not gonna get busted.

I am 5'11".

You're not.

And then there was the gynecologist.

Oh, my God.

The gynecologist.

- Tell. - Uh, no.

No.

We don't know each other well enough yet.

Do they look even to you?

I think this end one looks a bit mean.

- Oh. Uh-- - Rose.

Have you got a funnel or maybe a spoon?

Just... Can't we just pour them in?

Just, why don't you hold the bag?

Okay.

Oh, shit.

Um... Oh. I don't...

I can't just wipe him up.

We could try snorting him.

Stop it!

This is obscene. We can't divide Dad up like this.

It's not right. It's not fucking funny.

Okay, okay. Um, look, Billy didn't think this through.

Can you just maybe put him back in his urn, okay?

Just put him back in his urn and he can bloody go in one place.

Okay, one place only.

"What you see is what you get."

What is wrong with that?

Well, if what we get is this photo of you with a fish,

then I am swiping hard left and so is every other woman.

I took a few selfies and they were awful,

so I thought the fish shot showed me active.

Caught that down the coast a while ago.

Yeah, 10 years ago, by the look of the hairline.

- Give or take, yeah. - Show me your selfies.

- No. - At least they're current.

Come on.

You're just gonna...

I can see why you chose the fish.

Hmm.

And I can tell you for free,

no woman wants to see you in your bathroom

or with your shirt off or with sunglasses.

All right, how about I show you

how to take a proper profile picture?

Great. Thanks.

Buy me another drink.

Just be normal. Just be normal.

Now caption it your sister's birthday.

And make sure you crop me out,

and whatever you do, don't use that scribble effect.

It's creepy. Yeah.

Oh, excuse me. What is that?

Oh, shit. I'm sorry.

Okay, you wanna know another rule about the first date?

- It's not what you think. - I'm pretty sure it is.

I...I took half a pill on the way over here.

In case you got lucky.

I've only slept with Adele for the past--

Thirty-four years. Yeah, I know. You told me.

- Hm. - Pay the bill.

I... I'm really sorry.

It's just embarrassing.

- I-- - No. It'll make a good story.

Now let's get outta here.

Before your luck runs out.

When can I see you again?

- You can't. - What?

- Why? - You're not my type.

I was helping you out, new boy.

But we...

W-why?

Random act of kindness that'll help me get into heaven.

Wait.

Was it... Uh...

Was the sex okay?

It was fine.

Maybe get yourself a real place.

This all feels a bit sad.

♪ whimsical music

Okay, guys. In you go.

Let's go.

Hey.

- Hey. - Came as quick as I could.

Okay.

What's he doing here?

I don't know. Rex must have called him.

- Why? - Oh, come on, Del.

He's Billy's mate.

Don't expect me to be civil to him.

I wouldn't dream of it.

Hey, there's a step there.

Mind your step.

Righto. Mate, come on.

Come on. Let's do this quickly.

Well, no, hang on, he wouldn't wanna be here.

He'd wanna be out in the middle, yeah?

- Yeah, yeah. - Is that right? We'll just go.

There hasn't been a rugby league game

out here for years.

And why the hell would he wanna put his ashes

where the bloody Swans put on the Gay-F-L?

- Shut-- - Just drop it, Manaaki.

- Come on. We're here now. - Well, yeah, come on.

Oi! What do you lot think you're doing?

What the hell are you up to? Who let you in?

I produce In the Sheds.

This is a media pass. I've got clearance.

Not out here in the middle of the night, you don't.

- Mate, we won't be long. - Bloody oath, you won't.

You're outta here right now. Come on, let's go.

I'm sorry. We're just trying to do something for my husband.

- It was his last wish. - What kind of something?

Scatter his ashes.

- No bloody way. - Mate, just...

Just give us a break, hey?

- Just take three minutes. - Hey. Aren't you Manny Rata?

Yeah. Manaaki. Yeah. Yeah.

Used to play for the Maroubra Lions, didn't ya?

- Yeah, that's it. - You and your mate, um, Billy--

- Brennan. - That's it.

- I was Coogee Dolphins. - Ohh!

He was a shit center.

- But an all right winger. - Yeah, yeah. Well, not anymore.

'Cause, uh, heart attack.

Oh, shit. Poor bugger.

Yeah, so that's who we're...

How about it, mate? Two minutes.

It's against regulations.

If we let everyone who wanted to do it,

this place would be like a bloody bushfire--

We're not asking you to let everyone do it.

Yeah. For old times sake. Come on.

I'm clocking off in 15.

So you better be outta here before then.

- Yep. - Absolutely.

- Loud and clear. Thanks. - Thank you so much.

- Thanks, mate. - Thank you.

- Make sure you tread him in. - Yeah, will do.

- Didn't mention your name. - 'Cause I was too fast.

He never even saw me. Let's get this going, all right?

- Yeah. - All right, guys. Come on.

♪ upbeat rock music

This is what he wanted. Hold that, darl'.

♪ Go out yonder ♪

♪ Peace in the valley ♪

♪ Come downtown... ♪

Sleep easy, Billy.

♪ Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in ♪

♪ Has anybody seen my lady? ♪

♪ This living alone It'll drive me crazy ♪

♪ Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in... ♪

You heard about me and Adele.

Mate, they heard it up in Mongolia.

- So I got on an app. - Course you did.

Went out on a date.

- How old? - Young. Fifties.

Is it?

Went back to mine and had sex.

Ooh! That's not bad for a first date.

Good on you, brother.

And?

She said the sex was..."fine".

She said the word "fine"?

Oh, Lukey, "fine" is bad.

It's very, very bad.

I cannot believe that Luke had the hide to show up.

How dare he think he can just fit back in?

To be honest, hon, he did know Billy before you.

But that's not the point.

What, am I supposed to just act like nothing's happened?

Well, she's sexy and funny,

and we've been doing this solidly for a whole week.

Ohhh.

I tell you what, she is more gorgeous

than any 40-year-old I've ever been with.

- So how old is she? - Oh, she's old.

Like, our age.

- Oh. - Mature. Like a...

Like a really good cheddar

or a really aged bottle of red.

- What did you say? - Eh?

Argh, fuck!

- Fuck, that's my bad knee. - Yeah, good.

Not bad for an old girl, huh?

What...

Sarah. Sarah.

Sarah, wait.

Oh, my God. It was a...

It was a compliment.

Oh, yeah? Telling your mates I'm like an old cheese.

- Where the fuck do you get off? - I don't know.

I don't know. It was stupid.

I mean, you're older than me, you sexist pig.

How would you feel if I compared you

to some old shriveled cabanossi?

Well, could you make it a salami?

Okay, sorry. All right. Can we...

Can we... can we talk about this on the way home?

No, I... I'm not getting in the car with you.

Oh, come on, Sarah. Sarah, you have to.

I don't think I can drive on this.

You talk to your mates about me again,

about what we're doing, about my age,

I'm gonna cut your balls off.

- Have you got it? - Yep.

- Yep. - Yep. Okay. I...I'm an idiot.

But I just wanted someone to know how good it's been.

Fuck, Manny. I feel betrayed.

You really hurt me.

Yeah, well, I think we're kind of even on that score.

Sarah. Sarah, wait.

Del.

Why are you here?

Rex invited me.

You didn't have to come.

Yeah, I was hoping to see you. You're not taking my calls.

Oh, Christ, Luke. Just leave me alone. Can't--

- You're avoiding me. - Of course I am avoiding you.

What do you want?

Oh, just to see if you're okay.

Well, I'm not. All right?

- I'm not. - Maybe not now.

But I get it. I was hoping we can be friends.

Friends?

With no warning, you walk out on a 34-year marriage.

That's a lifetime, Luke. That counts.

- Of course it does. - Now you want to be friends.

And you can come and get your bloody dog.

Just answer me one thing.

Why?

I guess I couldn't bear the thought

of doing the same thing every day for the rest of my life.

Do you want to come in for a cup of tea?

No, it's late. I'll get going.

Will Laura be home?

- We broke up. - What? When?

- Why didn't you tell me? - You've had a lot going on.

Oh, Em.

Is that why she wasn't at the wake?

I asked her not to come.

Oh, God.

What happened? I mean, you... you two were planning a baby.

She decided she wasn't ready

and she wanted to open up the relationship, so...

- What, open it to other people? - Yeah. I couldn't hack it.

Well, of course you couldn't. I mean, that's not fair.

It is for some people, Mum. People do it.

Em, I need to tell you something.

I haven't been honest with you.

What about?

Your dad was out with Dani the night he died.

- So he was having an affair? - No, no. No, of course not.

That's not it.

Okay, so, um, they met at the sailos

and she brought him home drunk

and asked if he could be her plus one at some awards night.

- Why? - I don't know.

She didn't have anyone else to ask. It's sad, really.

The silly thing is that...

...she paid quite a lot of money for him.

It was the proceeds of some bet.

You didn't take it.

I thought it was a joke, really.

You're telling everyone he was at a work function.

I didn't know what else to say.

You know, if I could go back--

Oh, my God. That's so fucked up.

- I know. It sounds-- - No, Mum, seriously.

This is so fucked up.

- Emma, listen-- - I don't want to.

I don't want to. Oh, I just want to go home.

Okay.