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So, you got a fun day ahead?

- Yeah. Funerals are fun.

It's all right.

I mean, she was my grandma,

but she was also an arsehole.

Okay, well, I think I win

'cause, uh, I'm finally putting Mum in the nursing home today.

Which is just so, so sad. Hmm.

I so wish I could help or, like, be there for you.

- Thank you. - I don't know.

Hey, at the risk of sounding, um, unromantic or whatever,

uh... wh...

- Where do you think we're at? - Um...

'Cause, you know, I feel like we're dancing around it a bit

and I don't wanna assume anything.

- But...

..I'm really enjoying hanging out with you again.

Yeah, so am I. I've just...

I've been waiting for the dust to settle a bit

or whatever that means.

What does that mean?

What does that mean?

It's just such a big time for us both, you know,

and, um, like, I just wanna start it right.

I just wanna... I just wanna get it right this time.

- Okay. - Life's long, you know?

There's no rush, is there?

- Okay. - On your right!

I just, um...

Oh.

Oh!

- Oh. - Okay.

I see. Wow.

- Hey, David. Hi. - Hi.

So this is it, then, huh?

You two.

You three.

Hey... Hello.

- It's... - Hey.

..not really what it looks like.

- Isn't it? - I mean...

It's not not what it looks like, I guess.

I can't do double negatives.

She doesn't owe you... You don't have to...

It is what it is, man.

But what is it?

- We're friends. - We're together.

We are togetherly...

- We're friendly together. - ..friends.

With a dog.

I thought you said you couldn't be friends with exes.

What are you doing here?

Just, uh, crushing my BP. BP. PP. Personal best.

No, in Sydney, though.

No, in Sydney, though.

Oh, the, uh,

trout farm's really popping off, actually.

Yeah, a lot of fish in Tassie

are all messed up with antibiotics at the moment,

so people are searching for clean fish.

And, uh, you're looking at it.

- That's awesome, man. - Yeah.

- Congrats. - It is, actually.

Thanks.

Would've loved to have done it with you, though.

Guess I'll be the one that got away, huh?

- It's a fishing reference. - Fish, yeah.

- I got that. I got that, yeah. - Oh, yeah. I did too.

That is a widely known expression.

But by the same token, you know,

there's plenty more fish in the sea.

Not as many as you think, Gordon.

Not with the unsustainable fishing practices

out there today.

Yeah, right.

Yeah, sorry. I don't know what I was thinking.

Well... I guess I'll see ya.

See ya.

See ya.

Nobody jogs that fast.

Is Dad here yet?

He's having a little quiet moment.

He's grieving, darling.

Okay.

I kind of just assumed she'd live forever.

Oh, it's a tricky relationship, the mother-in-law.

But the rate you're going, you'll never have one.

She was your ex mother-in-law.

You called her a pig in lipstick.

She's family, darling,

and you have to show up for family once they're dead.

Oh, my God. Oh, God. Ooh! Sorry.

I couldn't pay for parking. None of the cards worked.

- Why? - It doesn't matter.

Oh! There she is!

I don't know what you're talking about, Lynelle.

She looks fabulous!

- Hi, Dad. - Hello, darling.

So, how's university?

I'm a doctor, Dad. Told you that.

Oh, yeah, yeah, no, that's what I tell everybody.

Wow, she's so grown up.

Wow, she's so grown up.

- One of us had to be. - Oh!

Insulting me at my own mother's funeral!

Oh, she'd be so proud of you, the old bitch.

- She wasn't much of a looker.

You'd have to tie a lamb chop around her neck

to get the dog to play with her.

How dare you!

I'm sorry.

- Anyway, shall we, ladies? - Oh.

Oh, not exactly a full house, is it?

Then again, all her friends are dead, anyhow.

She's probably sitting with them all in hell's food court

playing 'find the fatty'.

Oh, you're terrible, Lilibet.

Hey.

Hey, Mum!

Hey? Made it all good for ya.

The telly's here, controller's over here,

and it's got a cord too, which is good.

That means you'll never lose it.

And the chair's in the power pozzie. Hey?

Looks great, Heav. Good job. It's a good job.

Hello, boysy. Hmm.

It's a fucking shithole. Not happy.

It's a fucking shithole. Not happy.

There's no way this is 75,000 a year.

Where's Kingo?

We rehomed him, Mum, remember?

Why?

'Cause he's a fucking Great Dane, Mum.

There's no way he's gonna make the cut.

Have you seen any other low-key horses around here?

Hey, Mum, this is good. Here, look at this.

You've got Scrabble on Tuesdays. You love Scrabble.

And you've got, uh, Golden Oldies Cinema Wednesdays.

You get a free choc-top.

That's pretty good. Don't you reckon?

Fucking hard to keep the vibe up in here.

Yeah, better than at my house, though.

The kids are fucking losing it.

What? Is Katie still not back?

She's gone fucking mental. Have you seen the Facebook post?

Uh, no, no.

Ah! She's hacked my Facebook.

She's posted, "I'm a shit dad

and my dick looks like an acorn."

Fuck, I haven't posted anything in years

and all of a sudden, I drop that fuckin' clanger.

Right. So where is she?

Still shacked up with this netball guy.

Can't believe it. She hates netball.

Open the curtains, love.

Yeah, yeah, sorry, Mum.

Nursing staff to the cafeteria.

Nursing staff to the cafeteria.

Nursing staff to the cafeteria.

They said Garden View. This is bin view.

This is fuckin' bullshit.

I'm gonna go and speak to someone. I'll be back, Mum.

I'm sure it's better from the bed.

I'm sure if you... lie down...

Oh, there's old mate.

Nah, okay. Doesn't matter.

We'll sort it out.

How's Chelsea?

She's... We actually broke up, Mum.

Oh, Gordy!

Why?

Nobody's perfect.

Um, I've actually been seeing a bit of Ashley. Remember her?

She's the one who broke your heart, though, Gordy.

She did, yeah.

Do you still love her?

I... I might.

I don't know, I don't know. I'm still figuring it out.

I think I do too.

What's that?

A cup of tea would be lovely.

Um...

Hey, Mum, you'll be okay here, won't you?

Hey, Mum, you'll be okay here, won't you?

We'll wait and see what your father has to say.

Yeah, okay.

I'll get you some tea.

Yeah, she was... she was firm but fair.

Mostly firm.

She was quick with the wooden spoon,

but, um, never left a mark,

so... hard to prove.

Yeah, but, you know, um,

you couldn't say that she wasn't punctual.

Yeah, and she was, um...

- Two. Two. - ..a very well...

- ..put-together lady.

- Always looked nice, so...

Anyway, um, I think that my dad, Stuart, her son,

would like to take it away, so...

I'll take it from here. Don't go anywhere, Ash.

- You know... - Oh.

..my dear old mum,

she was famously not well-liked.

It's true.

We had to tie a lamb chop around her neck

just to get the dog to play with her.

You know, Mum would have hated

a room full of sad sacks at her send-off,

a room full of sad sacks at her send-off,

so let's take it up a notch a bit, shall we?

Hit it.

♪ "Is That All There Is" ♪

I remember when I was a little girl.

Our house caught on fire.

I'll never forget the look on my father's face

as he gathered me up in his arms,

raced through the burning building, out onto the pavement.

And I stood there, shivering in my pajamas,

and watched the whole world go up in flames.

And when it was over, I said to myself,

is that all there is to a fire?

Is that all there is?

♪ Is that all there is? ♪

♪ If that's all there is, my friend ♪

♪ Then let's keep dancing ♪

♪ Let's break out the booze... ♪

- Oh!

- Oh! - Oh, God!

- Oh! - Oh, God!

- Oh, God, Mum! Oh!

- What have you done, Ash? - Oh!

Who the fuck put her in those hideous slacks?!

Which room did that one have?

Good morning to you too.

That's confidential. The family doesn't know yet.

Can I help you?

Yeah.

Uh, I would like my mum, Dawnley Crapp,

to be placed on a waiting list

for something a little bit better.

We chose Garden View from the package,

and it's a fuckin', excuse me, bin view.

- Bin view? - Yeah.

And if you think we're gonna leave our mum

in a room next to a fuckin', excuse me, rubbish dump,

you've got another thing coming.

There's a garden next to the bins,

which is beautifully maintained.

You agreed to the accommodation when you signed the contract.

Yeah, not happening.

Listen, I've spotted something much nicer.

It's got a bit of a mountain view.

It's over on the east wing.

It's nice and close to the tea station.

That's Mabel's room. She lives there.

That's Mabel's room. She lives there.

How long's she got?

Excuse me?

Come on, Val. You work here.

You roughly know how long each one of them has.

Oh, fuckin' no, thanks.

Oh, fuckin' here we go.

- Jesus! - Yeah.

- Here we go. - Are you all right?

What are you doing here, huh? She's my fuckin' mum.

I'm fuckin' checking on her.

We have... We have residents here who are sleeping.

Checking on her!

She's checking on the fuckin' inheritance,

more like it.

- Look at her. - Oh, that is fuckin' rich!

Stop. Stop!

She wants to be fuckin' rich.

I've done more for your mother...

- Oh, have ya? - ..than you ever fucking have.

Oh, have ya? Have ya, yeah?

And your deadshit fucking brother.

I mean, she was problematic,

but, my God, she would have laughed at that.

She had a very dark sense of humor.

She probably would have.

Also, darling, you were incredible up there.

You still got it.

That review in The Age was absolutely wrong.

Oh, why would you bring that up now, Lynelle? Fuck that review!

Uh, where's Lee gone?

Oh, he's got his big photo shoot today.

Oh, not weird. Okay, um, I've got to go.

Oh, not weird. Okay, um, I've got to go.

You're not coming to the wake?

No, Mum. I have work.

I'm not even sure why you're going. She hated you.

She said you turned Dad gay.

Did not.

Actually, Derek Webbers in Grade 5 turned me gay.

Besides, he's bisexual, aren't you, Stuart?

How much longer are you in town for?

Oh, just a few days, love.

I've got a cruise to Vanuatu next week.

Three shows a night.

Actually, I've got a lot of new material

now that I'm an orphan.

I'll probably dig up one of those red curly wigs.

Hey, Lynny tells me that you've got a new boyfriend

and apparently he's got a very pretty bum.

Honestly, if they had a child together,

it would just be a big bottom with eyes on it.

Thank you.

Here you go, Flash.

Hey. Thank you.

Oh, oi. She's the one who's got the Mountain Suite. Mabel.

She's been here for ages. Any day, I reckon.

Oh, do you, mate? Is that what you reckon?

Yes, yes, I do, Katherine.

We're fine for a cuppa.

- Oh, that's good. - Thanks so much.

You're not gonna get your fucking mother a cup of tea?

There's another really nice one.

- It's called Terrace Views. - Mm-hm.

It's got a spa, full hoist situation,

but Pearl that's in it, fit as a fiddle.

- I don't know why she's here. - Dawn.

Family must be fucking sick of her.

- Look at this. - I guess.

- Look! - Oh! Ahh!

- Our cruise!

Oh, yeah, nice.

Any opportunity to remind her who to leave the money to.

- Fuck off. - Can you stop it, you two?

Paramedics to room nine.

Heard you dumped Chelsea.

Yeah.

Jesus, Gordon.

You're so fucking broken. Come on, Dawn.

Let's go find you some new mates

so we don't have to sit here and listen to this shit.

Yeah, don't listen to her, Mum. She's full of shit.

- Suck a dick. - Fuck off.

Don't listen to her, mate. She's not entirely wrong, mate.

I am a bit broken. As are you.

I don't think Mum and Dad had exactly the healthiest marriage,

you know what I mean?

Mate, it's not the people. It's marriage.

Mate, it's not the people. It's marriage.

Honestly, in this day and fucking age,

how are we still trying to flog monogamy off as a thing?

I mean, haven't we evolved past this?

Obviously not, mate, because people are... are meeting

and falling in love and getting married every fucking day.

And it looks quite nice.

- Really? -Yeah. -Does it? - Yeah.

Do me and Katie look nice, do we?

No.

'Cause that's how it fucking ends up.

I know I give you shit, Flashlight,

but you've played a smart innings, mate.

Just keep your nose clean. Stay out of it. People change.

Women change.

You okay?

Have we done the right thing?

Mate, what choice did we have?

She was gonna set fire to the house or flood it

or, you know, have a fall.

Oh.

I just fucking hate leaving her here, mate.

Come on, mate.

Ohh!

Oh, fucking suck it up, you cocksucker pussy!

Oh, yeah! Really nice!

Fucking acorn dick bitch!

No one's gonna wanna fuck you! Dick cheese isn't hot, mate!

Go and trim your fucking hooves for netball, cunt!

- Hey. - Alistair!

What did you do?

- Sorry. - Excuse me?

Pearl with the nice terrace room, she died. What did you do?

I didn't do anything, you mad unit. She was in great nick.

Well, she's not anymore.

Oh, that's really sad.

Hey, completely unrelated.

Natural redhead?

What?!

Uh, sorry, I've just been curious all day.

- Give it a rest, mate. - No, I'm serious.

Yes.

Absolutely gorgeous. Spot on.

- Don't you reckon? - Mm-hm. Yeah.

- Really goes with the uniform. - It's lovely.

- Brings the eyes out. - Mm-hm.

Hm.

Val, let's talk terraces, yeah?

Okay, but don't touch me.

Okay, but don't touch me.

- Yeah.

Dr. Molden, your 4:30 is Charlie.

- Okay. - Have you checked your email?

No.

You might wanna have a look before he comes in.

It's from the oncologist.

Oh, bum. Okay.

Thank you. Hmm.

So that's it, then?

Well, it is more advanced now,

and so it wouldn't be so much about treating the cancer

as it would just be extending your time here.

No. No, no, no.

No, I'm done. I'm cooked.

Right, so you don't wanna try any more treatment?

Well, since Emily died, I haven't really felt like myself.

I think I'd better let it run its course.

Go see Emily again.

Well, I'm really...

Well, I'm really...

I'm really sorry that it's not happier news.

Please just reach out any time if you need anything, okay?

I appreciate that.

Okay, Charlie.

If I could go back to be your age with Emily...

..I'd give anything.

It's later than you think, isn't it? Hmm?

I hope you find your girl again.

Me too.

And I hope she's how she was

before she put all that weight on.

- I mean, you saw her. - Mm.

She was massive.

Yeah, all right.

You're in great shape, though. You go to the gym, do you?

- Um... - Pilates?

Sometimes.

See ya.

See ya.

Well, how much is it?

120K a year.

Oh, Christ.

Um, okay, well, just... just get her in there

and, um, we'll figure it out later.

- Yeah, righto.

Yeah, mate, I'm coming! Fuckin' hell!

- Hi! - Oh, Ashy, hey.

- Hi, Elvis. - Hey!

- Unreal, yeah.

Oh, your phone does work.

Yeah. What's up?

I've just sent you some texts today.

- You didn't get back.. - Sorry.

- I felt a bit like a stalker. - No, no. I'm sorry, Ash.

It was a really full-on day with Mum and with Heavy.

So, sorry.

Do you have time to get a drink?

I actually can't. I'm sorry.

I've gotta go to Brett's bucks weird party thing.

Um, can you guess the theme?

Um... So, I can't.

But are you all good?

Yes, I... I am.

Yes, I... I am.

- Yeah? - I'm good.

Uh...

And this, like, doesn't feel like the right moment for this,

but maybe, see, that is the point.

Like, maybe there's just...

There's no right moment.

For?

For us.

To start... again.

I've just... I've just been thinking

about our conversation this morning

and... I am ready.

I'm all in. Yeah.

I know... I know that's a lot.

But, um, life isn't long.

It's... very short, actually.

And, um...

So, yeah, I just...

I'm ready.

Please say something now.

- Of course, yeah. - Yeah. Your turn.

Absolu... That's beautiful, Ash. Yeah.

Yes. Yeah!

Can we talk more about it tomorrow, though?

Is that... Is that... Can we do...

- Is it all right? - Oh, God, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Yeah. - Yeah, I'm around.

Yeah.

- I'm sorry. Are you okay? - I'm so good.

- Oh, good. - You kidding?

- Come here. Come here. - Yeah.

Mmm!

- Okay.

- Okay. - All right.

Text me.

- Yeah, I will. - And have fun.

- How can I not? - You look great.

I'm feeling good, you know?

- Come on.

I've got this going on.

A little bit of this. You know?

- Yeah, okay. - All right.

- Okay. - Okay.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Gordon, we're leaving!

Gordon!

- Oh, Gordy.

Oh, shit. Is he okay?

He's having a panic attack.

- What do we do? - I know what to do.

- Just lie him down. - Okay.

- Lie him down. - Gordy, just on your knees.

- You're all right. Lie down. - Lie him down.

- Oh, Gordy.

- Are you okay? Are you okay?

Are you okay? What are you doing? What are you doing?

- Shh! Shh!

What are you doing, Bretty?

I'm a weighted blanket here to calm you down.

- You okay, Gordon? - Yeah.

- Okay. - Catch yourself.

Yeah.

- You ran away. - Yeah.

- But you're okay. - Okay.

- Yeah. - All right?

- Oh, yeah. - Yeah.

Now come have small-batch whiskey.

Okay, yeah.

- And celebrate love. - Okay.

- Okay? - Okay.

Okay. Hop up now. That's good.

- Ooh, yeah. Hop up now. - Leave him.

- You okay? - He'll get up by himself.

- Will he, though? - Yeah. Come on.

- Will he, though? - Yeah. Come on.

- Pretty squashy. - Brett, that was amazing.

Okay. You okay? Oh, okay, that's good.

- I mean, that was amazing. - Yeah.

- Whoo! Ahh. Okay. - Ahh! That's good. Mm!

And this one. Hey, mate. Can you get off your phone?

Yeah, yeah, I will soon. I've gotta say good night.

- Yeah, it's Gordon. - This is... This is fun.

- He's being a dick. I know.

Okay, Panicky Pete, what's...

No.

What happened?

Nothing. Nothing bad happened.

It's just she just came in

and she said that she's all in now.

She came to your place of work...

Yeah.

..to tell you that she was all in

and then she left?

- Yeah. - That's crazy.

It's not crazy.

It was just, uh, you know, it was quite sweet.

Then why did you have a panic attack, Gordy?

It's been a bit of a big day, Chi.

All right? Can we talk about you, please?

- Oh, yeah. I'd love that. - Great.

- Okay. - Go on.

Yeah, well, Andre and I are housemates

who have sex with other people.

You know, the marriage is so open,

you can hear the wind whistling through it.

- But can I complain? - Yeah.

- No. - Oh.

- No. - Oh.

I'm getting more cock

than you can poke a stick at.

And, you know, my three boys

have two relatively happy parents under the one roof,

and they're none the wiser.

And come graduation, we'll officially call it quits.

- Graduation? - Mm-hm.

- Of the youngest? - Mm-hm.

That's a ten-year sentence.

So, well, where do you stand on love, then?

I think I was in it, and... and now I'm not.

- Hey, marriage! -

Hey, marriage!

- Oh. - Marriage!

- Let's drink. - Oh, yep.

- Let's drink. Come on. - Oop-oop! Marriage.

When I cry, he comes to me.

But when I pretend to cry, he doesn't. He knows.

- Hi!

- Oh, my baby's here. - Hi, everybody!

Just in time! We were just about to make a toast!

- Ooh!

- Wow. - Wait, wait, wait.

So you... you actually kept this dog?

So you... you actually kept this dog?

What? Of course I did. He's my Cillian.

Mum, you've got the same dog as me, but able-bodied.

And you called it Cillian?

Don't go there, girlfriend.

- I'll go first. - Okay.

To my darling dead, cunt, bitch, pig of a mother, Noelene.

I can't wait to see how much the flat is worth.

- Ooh! I'll go next.

To having my beautiful family all in one room again.

My ex-husband, Flossy, who I will always love.

My life partner, Lee.

And my truly incredible son, Cillian.

My twin flame.

- Hmm. - Hmm!

- Me. Me. - Hmm!

To the lovely policeman who let me come home,

and who I truly believe understood

what I was trying to achieve,

and made the whole thing as painless as possible.

- What? - Oh, look.

We really don't have to rehash the day's, you know...

I had my photography project today.

Unity and nudity.

Of course there was some nudity.

It was just... It was just a simple misunderstanding.

It was just... It was just a simple misunderstanding.

Apparently we're too close to a preschool or something.

- So a complaint was made.

And...

..absurdly I've ended up on the National Sex Offender Registry.

Sorry, what?

It sounds much worse than it is.

And the ankle bracelet is surprisingly lightweight.

Oh, anyway, blah, blah, nanny state.

Your turn, Ashley.

Wow, I mean, uh...

- Oh, for fuck's...

The battery's running low.

Put that in the hole.

-

Whoo! And there... Ugh.

Why do they make it so bloody short?

I pray, continue.

- Nah, I'm good. - Come on, come on.

- Oh, f... - Come on, darling.

Okay, um...

To being brave and having no regrets.

- Ohhh! Hmm. Mmm. - Oh! Cryptic, do tell.

It's nothing, I just...

I just told Gordon how I feel today,

and it feels really good,

and it feels really good,

and so, yeah, ball is 100% in his court.

- Fantastic, Ashley. - Oh, I love it!

Yeah.

Well, where is he now?

Get him to come over!

I can't wait to meet the man inseminating my daughter.

Stop, Dad. No, he's on a bucks.

Macho bullshit. Why aren't you there?

Well, no, it's a whole thing.

It's, like, Elvis-themed.

- They're all in... - Stop it.

- What? - Stop it.

My show on the ship has an Elvis segment.

Ohh!

I do a tribute to all the kings.

I start with Tutankhamen,

then I finish on King Charles.

Oh! I've got the whole look upstairs.

- Oh! - Oh.

- You simply must. - Oh.

- No, you must. No, no, no. - Yes.

'Cause I can do all the temporary hemming.

Really?

No, I shouldn't. I couldn't.

Why not? They're your friends too, darling. Hmm?

You must.

Why... why am I looking at you for advice?

I don't know.

But I liked it.

Because when my clone comes to me...

Okay, yeah.

..I'm going for his solar plexus.

- 'Cause that's the weak spot. - Is it?

- Yes, but he would know that. - A clone?

- Yes, but he would know that. - A clone?

- So he'd block me. - Here we go.

- So I'd come at his kidneys. - Here we go.

- Oh, kill me now. - Ladies.

How's it going? Oh, congratulations.

Why are you guys all dressed as Elvis? It's so random.

It is random, and, uh, it's our boy Bretty here,

sort of his bucks thing,

and I don't know, his missus loves Elvis?

She calls me the King.

- There you go. - Cute!

Our girl, Penny, here, she's getting married.

So you guys should buy us some drinks.

Oh, yeah?

One in three marriages ends in divorce.

Not mine, so...

- Confident.

Roll the dice, roll the dice.

- Are you two together? - Yuck.

- Gross. - Oh, fuck, no.

- Don't say gross. - You are gross.

Ooh, defensive much?

Ooh, 23 much?

Okay, I'm 31.

- Oh. You look really good. - I would have said...

- That's really... - ..mid to late 20s.

- Thank you. - Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, she's stunning.

- She's gorgeous. - She is, yeah.

What is this? What is this?

It's your proposal fail.

Fuck! Knock it off, cunt.

- Are you right? - What do you mean?

- They asked if you were married. - Yeah, I'm not.

But I could be, right? End of story.

Yeah, well, not to her, so...

No. But it could be to her.

She came back to me, actually, today.

- Oh, really? Okay. - So, yeah, yeah.

She did, actually. So, not a fail.

No offense, babe, but she's really beautiful.

No offense, babe, she is. I agree.

No, but she's not gonna marry you.

You don't know. Fuck this shit, man.

I might get married to her,

and if we do, it'll be stronger than ever.

- Right. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Better than whatever you've got going on

with your Sydney boyfriend, wanker, fucking deck shoe,

fucking slim-fit chino.

- Electric bikes. - Claws out.

- Don't know what they're doing. - Okay.

But they're probably not wearing socks.

Okay. That's enough.

Why are boys not wearing socks anymore?

Tequila makes him a little bit mental, a bit mouthy.

Hey, hey. I actually kind of like it when he's mental.

The correct answer. That'll get you a shot.

- Thank you. - All right.

Thanks, Daddy. Ha!

You're welcome, Mummy.

Voila?!

I love it. I love it!

See how the cape hides the bulldog clips.

Is it silly? Is it too much?

No, darling, it's fabulous, but, hey, that wig

costs four thousand bucks, so just be careful with it.

- All right?

Oh! Brett just told me where they are.

- He doesn't mind. - Go get your man, Ashy.

- Go, go, go, go, go! -

- Go, go, go, go, go! -

Oh, Mummy!

You can't tell me what to do anymore now, Mummy.

- Oh, for fuck's sake.

- Oh, Uber's here. Bye.

Bye, love. Have fun.

Yeah. Thank you.

Ohh!

♪ Al Green's "How Can You Mend a Broken Heart" ♪

I would like a tattoo.

- Get it on my arm. - Oh.

Hey. Hey.

- Hmm, can you kiss me? - Um...

No, no, no, no. Sorry, sorry. It's okay, it's okay.

♪ I can think of younger days... ♪

♪ When I lived for my life ♪

♪ Was everything a man could want to do ♪

♪ I could never see ♪

♪ Tomorrow ♪

♪ I was never told ♪

♪ About the sorrow ♪

♪ And ♪

♪ How can you mend ♪

♪ A broken heart? ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ How can you stop the rain ♪

♪ From falling down? ♪

♪ Tell me, how can you stop ♪

♪ Tell me, how can you stop ♪

♪ The sun from shining? ♪

♪ Oooh ♪

♪ What makes the world ♪

♪ Go round ♪

♪ And ♪

♪ How can you mend ♪

♪ This broken man? ♪

♪ Yeah ♪