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Six months rent-free,

and bring the wife for VIP dinner on opening night.

Do you expect me

to believe any of this?

I don't care what you believe. I can't keep going over this.

I've tolerated a lot - a lot - for the sake of the marriage.

For example?

The way you wake me up

by poking me in the back with your morning erection.

Your lousy kissing.

I told you I never wanted to have children.

- It's just sperm. - It's responsibility.

This is the video that Billy

shot for Gary's single.

Okay, resetting. Nobody look--

- Mum, is that you? - Oh, my God!

What was that?

♪ Your soft mouth was made for me ♪

♪ Yes, it was... ♪

♪ Your soft mouth... ♪

Plenty of sunshine across the metropolitan area.

♪ Yes, it was ♪

♪ Your deep blush was made for me... ♪

Morning!

♪ That's for sure ♪

♪ Your deep blush was made for me ♪

♪ Oh, give me more ♪

♪ Mm-mm mm-mm-mm mm-mm ♪

♪ Mm-mm mm-mm-mm mm-mm... ♪

How are you after last night?

Well, I'm here if you wanna talk about it.

Mm. Yep.

Okay.

- You going for a run? - God, no.

A walk.

Gotta get my steps up.

For my hip.

Oh, do you think I'll be able to use your shower after?

Oh, yeah. No, yeah. Make yourself at home.

Oh, careful. 'Cause I will.

Everybody's on the fence about spring onions

because they're not so intense.

Oh, no!

Oh, God!

Ow!

They do, they do.

Look, if you've got, like, you know, the ratio...

If you've got a handful of spring onions

with a bucketload of potatoes and green leaves,

green leafy things and egg shells

and all that sort of stuff, it'll still be cool.

One of the biggest questions we still get--

- Yes? Tell us. - Right?

Because a lot of councils, a lot of local councils...

We had a guy call in before from Randwick.

Do we turn our compost and how often should we do it?

You said whatever between you and Gary

was way before I was born.

There's a date on the film, Mum, on the clapperboard.

May '89.

That's six months before I was born.

Makes you three months pregnant.

So how much before did you and Gary--

I told you. I don't remember.

Could it be three months earlier by any chance?

No. No, don't be silly.

Is that why you look so guilty?

Oh, God.

Is that why you shut Gary out of our lives?

- Oh, my God. - To get rid of him?

Admit it, you can't stand me even talking to him.

Look, you know your father and Gary didn't get on.

How come you and Dad never had more kids?

Was Dad shooting blanks?

What? Em? Stop it.

Why didn't you give me any siblings?

Didn't you want any more?

- Of course we did. - Then why--

Because having you nearly killed me.

My uterus ruptured. I've told you that.

I lost a lot of blood.

They said it would be too dangerous to have another baby

and I was lucky to have you.

♪ poignant music

Emma.

Billy was your father.

Do you know that for a fact?

Can you prove it?

He was your dad.

Well, the lights are on.

You sure you wanna do this?

No.

Well, you're the one with the motivational speeches.

Who's the Greek God of Chickening Out?

Well, if I had to pick one, I'd say Ares, Zeus's son.

He was the God of War but he had a reputation for being a coward.

He was an outcast with gods and humans.

Interestingly, it was Athena

who got the credit for all the victories

and Ares got the blame for all the fuck-ups.

Said the God of Procrastination.

Yeah, you're right.

He's my brother, for fuck's sake.

You can do it. Just breathe.

Fuck me.

What the hell are you wearing?

Um, I was out.

Yeah? You look like Fred Astaire. Who died?

- What? - What, you've been to a funeral?

Who wears a dinner suit to a funeral?

Yeah, I might.

Are you gonna let me in?

Oh, you?

Over my humble threshold. That'd be a first.

What do you want?

I thought maybe we could talk.

Oh.

About my money?

Mate, this isn't just about money.

Oh, bullshit.

Look, Gaz, I never asked Mum and Dad

to put me in charge of your share.

Yeah, well, you didn't have to.

You were always their golden boy who never put a foot wrong,

unless you put it on my neck.

For fuck's sake, if I'd given you all the money,

you would have put it straight in your arm.

We know it was about more than that.

Do I, Gary? So what's it about, then?

- Mate, I came here-- - Make yourself feel better?

After being a royal prick for all these years.

Come on, Gaz. Hey?

Come on, let's go inside, hey?

- Fucking touch me. - Come on.

Don't touch me. Don't fuck...

- Fuck. - Come on.

Do you wanna have a swing? Come on, you big sook. Take a swing.

I don't wanna have a swing.

Yeah.

I'll come back when you're not pissed.

Yeah, bugger off to your cozy home,

you self-righteous deadshit.

Hey, give my regards to Rosie.

Yeah, everything's always gotta be on your fucking terms,

doesn't it?

- Oh. - Sorry. I couldn't find a park.

Great location, but...

- Thanks for making the time. - Oh.

- Oh. - Come in.

God, is that Billy's old thing?

Isn't it fabulous?

Luke insisted on fixing it up for me.

Luke? How do you...

He caught me putting it in my car.

At your place.

Oh.

Oh, well...

Look, I wanted to apologize.

There's no need.

I was out of line ripping into you the other day.

'Cause you were right, I mean, it's not your fault

that you've been dragged into my family's crap.

And if Billy asked you to drive him to Gary's that night--

I should've told you. I see that.

So is this, um, your new place?

It's going to be.

Nothing too ambitious, but a new start, I hope.

Yeah.

Rose, what is it?

Emma knows.

About Gary.

I mean, he was

behind the camera.

What if he knew all along?

- He never said anything? - No.

But what if all that time,

he was wondering if she really was his?

Oh, God, I couldn't bear it.

I couldn't bear it if he knew all along

and he never said anything.

Oh, God. Sorry.

Oh, don't be. Please.

Thank you.

What for?

For listening to me rant.

For being my friend.

Hello! The door wasn't locked.

What...

Rose?

Oh, Luke's helping me with the fit-out.

Just... doing what I can.

Oh. Um, I better get going.

It's, um, it's all right. I'll, um, I'll see myself out.

Yep.

- You ready? - Yeah.

What do you think?

- What am I looking at? - Could be blackbutt.

Brush box maybe.

It's from the old Port Kembla wharf.

It doesn't look like much now

but once I cross-cut it into four pieces,

join 'em together, sand, finish it, oil,

it's gonna come up a treat.

This is just the benchtop. The base is yet to come.

Is it, what, five meters?

You can run it the whole length of the shop.

I saw some great retro barstools over there.

Well, it'll certainly look unique, which I love.

- Exactly. - Can I afford it?

I know these guys wanna move it

and I'll throw in my labor for nix.

No, really, I can't let you--

If I'm serious about getting back into my own work,

I need to build up a portfolio.

Let's do it.

Oh, this is exciting!

Okay.

Let's go back to the top.

Hang on, let's take five. Have a smoko.

Yeah.

Bit rusty, boys.

Couldn't stay away, hey?

- What's that? - Uh, it was Dad's.

Thought you might want it.

Phooo!

That's a J-45.

That's a Southern Jumbo, I think.

Mum thinks he got it in Nashville.

I googled the serial number. Nineteen sixty-three.

Tell your mum thanks.

How much do you know?

- About what? - Me.

Am I the only one who's been in the dark my whole life?

Mind telling me exactly what the fuck you're talking about?

You and Mum had a thing before I was born.

- What, who told you that? - She did.

- Bullshit. When? - She said it was once-off.

True or not?

It could have been. That was a long time ago.

I was a bit of a root rat.

- Your mum was hot. - She was your brother's wife.

Yeah, she was always giving me the eye.

- What? - Mm.

I reckon she came onto me and I wasn't one to play hard to get.

- So you could be my father. - Oh!

Hey, f...

Hey, just, uh...

Just slow down. Did Rose say that?

She didn't have to. It's maths.

Hey, listen, mate.

Uh, you don't want me to be your dad.

Don't flatter yourself.

It won't make you my dad. I just need to know.

What, so you want me to...

What, you want me to spit on a stick or some bullshit?

Yeah. I have a right to know who my biological father is.

No, mate. No. No way. No test.

You know, Mum keeps telling me you're a fuck-up.

This could be your chance to do the right thing for once.

♪ whimsical music

All right, I'm coming.

Dad's place.

- Hey, Dad. - Morning.

- Darling. Hi. Hi. - Oh, that's... that's Norma.

You live here?

- Yeah. - For the moment.

Cool.

- You going for a walk, Daddy-O? - Mm.

Don't hurry back.

Nice to meet you.

Norma, come.

- Norma! Norma! Stop! - Norma!

Norma. Now get down. No, this is not for you.

No!

No! No, no, no, no, no. Be nice, be nice.

Bad dog!

Ohhh!

Just... Norma!

Norma.

- This must be Trevor. - Uh, no, I changed his name.

"Trevor" didn't suit him. It was just a foster name anyway.

- What to? - Vegemite.

He's looking better than his photos.

Yeah, well, he's putting on weight.

Sit, Vegemite.

Sit.

Um... he hasn't been socialized.

But we're getting there.

You didn't call.

- I texted. - Did you?

Damn. Don't say I didn't press "Send".

Did you just make that up?

You didn't call either.

I didn't say I would.

Fair.

I mean, I know I didn't rate.

- What? - You said...

...the sex was only okay.

You asked.

What about the kissing?

- What? - I'm just trying to gauge.

If you were to rate me, just the kissing,

zero being "Get me outta here"

and ten being "A choir of angels."

Oh, God, I don't know. Um...

- Five. - Five?

- A solid five. - Five?

And a half. There you go. Five and a half. That's a pass.

Listen, I'm...

I'm having a few friends over for a barbecue tonight.

There's a single woman coming.

You might be her type. You wanna come?

Oh, I-I-I think I might have something on.

Oh, well.

Okay. We'll see ya.

- See ya. - Veg, come on.

Come on!

Come on. Good boy.

It's not huge, but it'll beat cooking on a ferry.

- It'll do. - Yeah.

- If you limit the menu. - Exactly what I was thinking.

Seat no more than 30, two sittings.

- Sounds good. - So Wednesdays to Sundays.

Sorry, Dani. I...took the job at Burgundy.

But I told you I'd be needing you full-time.

You've been saying that for months.

And then the loan didn't go through.

Oh, you can pull out. Robert can find another sous-chef.

Actually it's head chef.

He offered me head chef.

- At Burgundy? - Hmm.

Are you serious?

Why wouldn't I be?

Can't you see what he's doing?

He's using you to get at me. He wants me to fail.

Is it possible it's not about you?

Oh, come on, Stella!

Head chef at Burgundy?

We both know you're not ready for that kind of pressure.

Robert says that he can see my potential.

Trust me, Robert'll say what he needs to say.

He doesn't care if this destroys you,

as long as he's taking you away from me.

I didn't expect you to be happy,

but I didn't think you'd be such a selfish bitch.

Good luck, Dani.

So how's that hotshot granddaughter of yours?

Playing in the NRLW yet?

Well, a scholarship to a posh school is the first step.

And rugby sevens.

And then NRLW.

- Do you wax? - What?

- Where? - You know, back, sac, crack.

Are you kidding?

That's more for people like Rex.

And the young. Apparently.

Well, they can keep it.

I mean, you gotta trim your ear and your nose hair, obviously.

And keep an eye out on those crazy old-man eyebrows.

You know? What's this about?

I need you to lift my game.

In the sack?

Told you.

You and everyone else. Even Adele.

Are you getting back with Adele?

That ship has sailed, but...

I'm gonna be match-ready for the next one.

Bugger.

Well, if you want some tips,

some old Uncle Manaaki...

Mm-hmm-hmm.

Oh.

So what about you?

You and Sarah still going for it?

No, we're on a break.

From what exactly?

Well, she met some rich old dude

that I helped set her up with.

Why'd you go and do that?

Well, I didn't think it would bother me, you know?

But now it's like, "Shit!"

Well, look at you.

Old No-Strings Manaaki.

What?

You've gone and fallen for her.

I fucking have, but...

Too late now.

♪ Now just like in a song from days of yore... ♪

♪ Here you come a-knocking, knocking... ♪

That's for me!

That's for me. I'll get it. I'll get it.

Rose. That's for me. I'll get it.

Oh! Oh, you must be James.

- Yeah, come on in. - Oh, hello. Hello. You're early.

Wow. You look incredible.

Oh. Oh, thank you. So do you.

Ahh.

Uh, this is my friend Rose. James.

- James, Rose. Rose, James. - Hi, James.

- Nice to meet you. Yeah. - Pleased to meet you.

Rose is, um, is staying with me.

- For a while. - Ahh. Where from?

- Oh. Oh. - Oh.

Um, she's from all over.

- She's a gray nomad. - Well, not gray, but--

Ahh! The campervan out the front. That's... that's yours.

Yes. Oh, yeah. Uh, van life. You know, I-I love it.

Well, good on you. How long have you been on the road?

Well, um, God, h-how long's it been?

Oh.

Anyway, well, I think we should go.

Yeah, okay. Hey, listen, have a great night.

- Oh, thank you. - Yes. Okay.

- Yeah. - See ya later. Bye.

- Takes guts. - What?

Single woman like that.

On the road. On her own.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Rose.

She's amazing.

Did I tell you you look fabulous.

Oh. Never do the supermarket shopping when you're hungry.

'Cause everything looks delicious.

Oh, never mind.

Where are we going, anyway?

I've booked us into Finger Lime.

- Eleven-course degustation. - Eleven?

Wow!

Excessive?

Well, I usually flag after about five.

Well, if you'd prefer to go somewhere else,

but it's a bit late in the day to try and book somewhere but--

Honestly, I'd just as soon go back to your place

and get some takeaway.

My place?

Isn't it too soon to go back to my place?

Please just tell me you've got one.

My friends warned me that you sound too good to be true.

You got me.

I live under a railway bridge. I shower at the Y.

♪ I'd rather sleep in a box ♪

♪ Like a bum on the street ♪

♪ Than a fine feather bed ♪

♪ Without your little old cold feet ♪

♪ And I'd rather be dead ♪

♪ Dumb and stone blind... ♪

Nice railway bridge.

♪ Than to know that your mornings... ♪

I'll get us something to drink.

Why don't you order some food?

Sure. Uh, what do you feel like?

Oh, anything. Maybe not Mexican.

Agreed.

Champagne do?

Sure. If I have to slum it.

♪ I'd rather go hungry... ♪

♪ Than eat lonesome stew ♪

♪ You know, it's once in a lifetime ♪

♪ And it won't come again ♪

♪ It's here and it's gone... ♪

Does this place have any bedrooms?

One or two.

I think one should do.

♪ And I'd rather not walk ♪

♪ Through the garden again ♪

♪ If I can't catch your scent ♪

♪ On a magnolia wind ♪

Hey, this is Sarah. Leave me a message.

Hey, this is Sarah. Leave me a message.

Oh, shit. Shit.

Hey, this is Sarah. Leave me a message.

Oh, God!

Oh! Oh! Oh, sorry. I didn't realize that--

I've jumped the gun, haven't I?

I thought you must be...

Must have been getting undressed or--

No, no. I wasn't.

- Do you want me to get dressed? - No, no, no.

You're all right. It's...

You wear a throw cushion well.

Well... Well...

Maureen loved them.

I was never quite sure about them,

but at least they've got a purpose now, it seems.

I hope you don't mind,

I just cracked open a toothbrush in there.

No, that's... I meant to say help yourself.

I didn't want to imply...

But I did my own in the other bathroom, just so you know.

Can I...can I help?

Oh, no. No, I'm all right.

Actually, if you wouldn't mind.

- Sure. - Yeah, just over my head.

- Sure. - Thanks.

- Oh. - Ah, that's it.

- And, uh... - Ha!

Um...

Is there a trick?

If you're not used to it.

Here.

Well, that didn't need much encouragement.

Ooh, you either.

Look at us.

Like a couple of horny teenagers.

Oh, um...

Oh, James, oh, sorry. Um... Could we just, uh...

Could we just take a break?

- Sorry. - I'm not hurting you, am I?

No. No. Well... Just a little bit actually.

Oh, God. Oh, that's awful. I'm sorry.

Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You...

You didn't, um,

take one of those blue pills by any chance?

I didn't wanna let you down.

I, um, I saw my GP.

Gave me a prescription.

- Insurance. - Uh-huh.

Sorry. Should I have told you?

No. No, no, no. That's fine.

It's just...

Next time, maybe you should just take a half or...

- Yep. - Or maybe a quarter.

You know, unless you wanna totally destroy my vagina.

Well... I don't want to do that.

So you mean there will be a next time?

Oh, if you're lucky.

Just... just to make it clear, though,

it's not tonight, though, okay?

Right. It just won't go down.

Just... just ignore it, okay?

Okay.

Honestly, I was thinking the other day,

if I suddenly get cancer or early-onset dementia,

I'd be totally on my own.

- Hey, Del? - Sorry. Sorry. You talk.

Is it Emma?

Is she still upset about the watch?

Because I've heard about this wonderful Hungarian jeweler

in the city who might be able to fix it.

No, no, it's not Emma. It's not... Well, it...

Do you remember that weekend we all went up to the coast?

This is years ago. Before any of us had kids.

- Was it Patonga? - Mm.

And we stayed in a shack that was right on the beach

and it belongs to someone's parents.

I wanna say Charles someone.

And, uh, and Billy was away on a shoot.

And, uh, Gary had a gig at the pub.

Yeah, and the band came back and we all got off our faces.

Oh, my God, do you remember that awful woman?

What's it... Sally? What's her name?

Um, she had the scary hair and big earrings.

I think she was jealous

because she had the hots for the guy that I was with, Col.

God, I wonder whatever happened to him.

Anyway, I remember her cornering me that weekend

and accusing me of being self-obsessed.

I mean, the hide!

She hardly even knew me!

I mean, for God's sake, self-obsessed.

Honestly. Am I?

Do you think I'm self-obsessed?

Del.

I think you're one of

the most self-obsessed people I've ever known.

On a scale of one to ten, you'd be a 15.

You're like the Magic Pudding of self-obsession.

It doesn't matter how much you talk about yourself,

you never run out.

You press "Start" and off you go.

And I put up with it

because you're my friend, darling, and I love you,

and I know that's how you process things,

but, quite honestly, there are times

when all I want to do is scream at you to shut the fuck up.

Yeah.

Oh, fuck.

- She's not in her van. - Uh, no.

- She's staying inside. - Oh, right.

'Cause I knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Well, she, um, had a late night, so she's probably still asleep.

Oh, it'll be the earplugs. Yeah, she's a light sleeper.

Right.

So did she, uh, go out with him?

- The Silver Fox? - James, you mean?

- Yeah. - Yeah, they went out to dinner.

- Did you meet him? - Briefly.

- And what did you think? - Well, he seems nice enough.

I mean, he's good-looking, charming.

Yeah, but he's old, though, eh? He's old.

He's well preserved.

No offense, mate, but, um, I think you might be outclassed.

Offense taken.

- I'm just gonna, um... - Yep, yep.

What are you doing here?

- Making an effort. - Well, don't.

Because it's creepy.

Just like 23 missed calls, that's creepy.

Okay, sorry. Probably had one too many.

Oh, just one?

Can we talk?

Look, we've got nothing to talk about.

Well...

- Take these at least. - No, I don't want them.

Ooh, they were on special.

Dick.

I feel a bit bad for him.

Oh, don't. Don't.

We were just fuck buddies, that's all.

"Fuck buddies"? How old are you? And what does that even mean?

Well, it means that Manny doesn't do relationships.

And I know what I want for myself.

I gather you saw the house.

He's, like, the real deal.

And... You know.

Don't tell me you just talked until the sun came up.

Uh, no. I, uh, I think we had sex in the marital bed.

Ew.

- Oh. - Mm.

- How was it? - Oh. Mm.

You know, like, look, it would have been fine

if it just wasn't for the Viagra.

Oh.

It just went on and on

like a marathon I hadn't trained for.

- Oh, that's... That's awful. - Oh, ouch.

Yeah. Anyway, it'll be fine.

Once we just fine-tune that dose.

Hmm.

And anyway, doesn't matter, does it?

Sex isn't everything.

She lied to me

my whole life.

We all make mistakes, Em.

Your mum slept with me, for God's sake.

What?

- Oh, before Billy. - Oh.

I think I even had a crack at Adele.

Ugh. You guys are all fucked.

Now... what are you gonna do?

About Gary?

I've asked him for a DNA test.

Billy was your dad, no matter what some stupid DNA test says.

Where's Dylan? He'll understand.

Hmm.

Rex?

We're, um...

We've broken up.

What?

- Why? - I don't wanna go into it.

'Cause of me?

What, the whole sperm thing?

It's more complicated than that.

I just... I thought that it would be nicer

if the father of my baby was someone I know and love.

I get it, Em. I do.

But... ...it brought up a lot of stuff.

You can't break up over it. That's just idiotic.

- Thanks for this. - Two hours till service.

I'll be quick.

I was wrong to lash out at you.

I was being selfish and needlessly cruel.

I was hurt.

Burgundy is a big opportunity for you and you'll crush it.

I know you will.

The truth is

I don't think I can do it without you.

This new place.

I'm sorry

if I didn't let you know how much I value you.

You're the only person who's stood by me.

Yes. I am.

Is it the money?

If you come back, I'll pay what I can.

No, Dani, I...

I don't wanna work for you anymore.

I wanna be partner.

What?

In the restaurant. Fifty-fifty.

Profits and risk?

And... frankly, it'll be more risk to start with, anyway.

Profits and risk.

Equal partners.

♪ hopeful music

Partners.

Really?

Do you mean it?

I mean it.

Okay, how about I just cancel this account

and open a new one under my name?

It's not that simple. There's a process.

Why can't I close it?

Well, there are a number of steps--

But he's dead.

I understand--

So you're saying I still have to post you a certified copy...

Oh, for God's sake. Okay. No. Fine.

Thanks, Kylie. No, you've been very helpful.

God almighty.

Is everything okay?

Oh, just...

I don't know why they make it as hard as they possibly can.

I mean, I'm just trying to change the name

on our car insurance and they're treating me

like I'm some kind of criminal.

Yeah, I know. It's soul-destroying.

Oh, it's just...

- Can I do anything to help? - No, no. It's... Thanks.

This may not be the right time,

but I was wondering if I could ask you

a, like, tiny enormous favor.

I was sort of bragging to James about my paella.

I make this amazing traditional paella from a recipe

I got from this tiny little abuela I met in Valencia

when I was backpacking around Spain in the '80s.

Oh, God, was it that long ago?

And I'm gonna make it for you one day.

Which is exactly what I said to James,

and then he said, "Oh, I'd love to try it,"

and then I accidentally said,

"Why don't you come over to my place sometime?

I'll cook it for you."

And then he said, "How about tomorrow night?"

Oh, by "your place," you meant my place.

I'm sorry.

Well, where am I supposed to go?

You can wave to us from your van.

Do I have to change my sheets?

Are you planning on having marathon sex in my bed?

Oh, shit.

Oh, I hadn't thought about that.

Um...

Maybe?

What's your gripe this afternoon?

Hi, Rick.

Uh, so my hubby thinks he's the CEO of the Bank of Mum and Dad,

and wants to help both our kids out.

Need a hand?

Robert.

In the neighborhood, were you?

No, Stella told me that you and she

were starting something up together.

That's right.

It's kind of you to pop in and wish us well.

So what are we thinking?

Huh? Twenty-five, 30 heads a night.

Maybe, uh, double with two sittings.

What are you doing here?

I never meant to hurt you.

Oh, well, that's all right, then.

All is forgiven.

Oh, gosh. That was easy, wasn't it?

I want to make it up to you.

How do you propose to do that?

I'll come in with you.

Silent partner? I'll, um, inject funds.

You get to pay your friends back.

Whatever you owe them and clear your name.

What do you say?

Oh, come on, Dan. Let me do this for you.

I can transfer 100,000 today.

What about 200?

Well, I'd have to check the books,

but I can't see it being a problem.

Oh, gee, I miss what we had.

We had so much fun together, didn't we?

What about Leisa?

She doesn't need to know. She's, um...

She's busy with the baby and, um,

and another one on the way, as it happens.

Oh, how lovely for you.

Do you want to, um,

sleep on it?

Hmm.

My days of lying down

with flea-infested dogs are over, Robert.

Why don't you go home and lick your own balls?

I give you three months.

Mm-hm. They're not yours to give.

Shit.

Oh, really.

- It's not a good time. - Sorry, I should have called.

Yes, you should've.

But I know you wouldn't have answered.

I just want to talk.

Yeah, that's why I wouldn't have answered.

Yeah, I just need to get this off my chest.

Oh, please, Manaaki. Why are you making this so hard?

I get that you don't feel the same way I do.

- It's not that. - It's not?

Look, I am fond of you. I am--

Honestly.

It's been fantastic.

Yeah, it's just...

It's just we need different things.

How do you know what I need?

- We've just started. - I know what I need.

And you can't give it to me.

I'm not about to move into your man cave.

And there sure as hell isn't room for two of us in my van.

You're welcome to move in and I will clear out all my boy shit

and then you can sell the van--

Sorry, sorry. Ah!

Well...

Good luck with Silver F...

James.

And if it works out with him,

I want you to give me the credit for finding him for you.

You've got it.

It's been nice.

Hug?

I hope he makes you happy.

- Mm. - Oh, fuck off.

Don't.

Uh-huh. So that's all sorted now?

Yes, that's all updated. Is there anything else I can do?

No, that's, uh... That's all for today.

- Thanks, Nigel. - You're welcome.

- Thank-- - Oh, God!

Well, that's only two hours of my life I'll never get back.

Well, that's something.

Where the fuck is...

Right.

In 100 meters,

your destination will be on the right.

- Luke. - I was right!

It's Queensland brush box.

Your bar is brush box.

Oh, is that good?

It's gonna come up a treat.

I think you're gonna be very happy.

When it's done, it'll look a million bucks.

Two million!

That's great. When can I see it?

I'll give you a call when it's ready.

Okay.

Great. Thanks, Luke.