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Memories. You know, without them, life would be so much poorer.

Those special moments in our past that we treasure.

But should we cling to our memories?

Or do they stop us going forward?

See, whether we like it or not, the world moves on.

If we don't move with it, we could find ourselves clinging to a past in a way

that's becoming increasingly twisted.

Hello, Aunt Marta.

Hello.

Yeah. No, we're just getting ready to go to Clive's. Oh, come on, John. Are you

ready yet? No, I'm sorry. Oh,

come on, Dad. It's really strange leaving me all alone.

You're lying.

Well, should I think about putting the house on the map? Oh, come on, Mom.

We're going to be late.

Well, I can see some problems with access.

Anyway, yeah, I can't talk now. The owner's here.

Peter says hi.

Hi, Peter.

Hi, Peter.

Yeah, I promise I'll talk to Clive tomorrow.

Okay, see you later.

Me too. Bye.

You ready?

Good. Oh, for goodness sake, John, you cannot wear those shoes. Can you just

change into your sneakers, please?

Don't give me an argument. Just do as you're told.

And try and remember to bring back your good red jumper. You always seem to

leave something at your father's every time you go there.

Oh, they've clapped out like everything else we own.

Okay, now listen, don't say anything to your father.

What about?

About moving away. I'll talk to him later.

What?

G'day. Hi.

G'day. Oh, look at you.

Let's go inside.

Anne, can I join us?

I can't, I'm afraid.

You sure?

Yeah, really.

So how long have I got you for today?

I'll pick you up at 6.30.

Bye, Mum. See you.

Bye.

I'm making all your favourite things for lunch, John.

Spinach, cabbage.

A double serve of broccoli.

Dad, you promised baked beans.

I haven't forgotten.

Baked beans, baked beans, they're good for the heart.

The more you eat, the more you fart.

Dad, you should teach John those poems.

Should I? Why not?

He got in big trouble last time.

Did he?

Well, perhaps I'm a bad influence.

Mum says you do it on purpose.

Maybe she's right.

Dad, can I go watch TV?

If you like.

I hope Dad doesn't want me to do that.

Just make an effort. Don't upset him.

I'd rather play footy.

Stop it.

Stop it, John.

Get off me. John, will you?

Hey.

John.

John, look.

Do you think Dad has a girlfriend?

John! Give it back, you little brat!

Give it.

What are you doing?

Give me that.

Whose is it?

Just go into the bathroom and get cleaned up please.

Whose is it?

Just mind your business and go into the bathroom and clean that off your face.

I shouldn't have to watch you every minute.

Bitches in the bedroom.

Who? His girlfriend.

Don't be so stupid John, why would you stay in there?

The trouble is John, you're just not interested enough.

Look at Fiona, she's making real progress.

You see, what the judges are looking for, especially in the tango, isn't just

precision. They're looking for something more, you know? They're looking for

passion.

So,

after lunch we'll get some practice in.

Dad, can I have some more baked beans?

If you like.

John, didn't you bring your shoes?

I made me take them off. You can't dance in sneakers. How many times have I told

you that?

Oh, look at these.

All right, don't move.

Stay right where you are.

Surprise!

How can I wait for your birthday?

Gee, thanks Dad!

So how are they then?

Oh, they're alright.

Aren't you going to try them on?

She's a young lady, John. Don't hold her like a sack of spuds.

All right, Fiona, we're going to try the tango. Come here. Do you think you

remember? Yeah. All right. Now, to do the tango, you've got to feel right and

you've got to look right. Let me look at you.

Okay, we'll do this.

Like that.

And we need this.

Let me look at you.

Beautiful. All right.

We're ready, Mr Music.

Hey! Just stay out of my room, alright?

My room is my room. It's private. I was looking for my red jumper.

Well, you didn't leave it here.

Is there anything to do when we come here?

Well, whose fault is that?

I bought you a brand new pair of shoes and you hardly even looked at them.

You weren't interested in dancing. You just wanted to watch television.

Could have gone to the museum or the art gallery.

Or the powerhouse. I'd have liked that. I haven't been there for ages.

We have. We went last week with Peter.

Who's Peter?

A friend of Mum's.

Oh, really?

He's old, but he's OK.

I am pleased. I'm absolutely thrilled.

Would you like to show me that step? No, Fiona, I think we've done enough dancing

for one day and John obviously doesn't enjoy it. There's the television. Watch

it.

I've just been to a tasting at the Australian cheese board. I sit on the

cheese board, as a matter of fact.

And that can be uncomfortable. Those little flags get up your arse.

It's a bit messy here, right? Yes.

It's a bit of cheese.

John?

Fiona, come on.

Your mum will be here in a minute.

John?

Fiona, come on. It's almost 6.30.

Not bad.

I haven't seen you do that before.

Yes, you have. Last time.

Did I?

Dad doesn't remember sometimes.

Your old dad's memory's on the blink, I'm afraid.

Sometimes I can't remember who you are.

Don't worry, Dad. We won't forget you even if we do move away.

What do you mean, move away?

You weren't supposed to say anything.

Who do you think you're going?

Please, Dad.

I wasn't supposed to know anything.

Peter's being transferred.

Peter?

Is he? And what does Peter do?

Has he got a good job? Has he? I don't know.

How often do you see him?

Does he come to the house? Does he stop over?

Dad, you're hurting me.

Fee, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to.

It's okay.

Don't say anything to Mum, will you?

I won't say a word, I promise.

And you won't say anything, will you, John?

I'll see you two Saturday after next.

Dad, do you have a girlfriend?

Of course I do.

You're my girlfriend.

Just a few hours, once a fortnight.

We've had a terrific day.

Good. Can you take John and just wait in the car for a sec? I just want to talk

to Dad.

Just for a minute. Thank you.

Do you want to come inside?

Yes, please.

Do you want some coffee or a glass of wine? No. Oh, I've got some sherry.

No, thank you.

How have you been?

No, I'm OK. I'm fine.

I phoned your office. I thought you might be ill.

Oh, I missed a few days.

Fiona made some real progress today, Anne.

She's a natural. She should be having professional lessons.

Clive, I need to talk to you.

If she doesn't start soon, it'll be too late. She'll never get the competition

standard.

No, she won't.

She is going to make someone a terrific partner.

I don't want her to be a ballroom dancer.

Don't do this to me, Clive. Don't walk away from me.

Clive!

Clive!

Clive, don't ignore me!

Clive!

Right.

I've met someone else.

There's a new man in my life.

I know.

You know.

Well, of course.

Well, good.

I've been wanting to tell you for ages. I just didn't know how you'd take it.

Well, I'm very happy for you.

We can start a new life.

John and Peter and Fiona and me.

But you're moving away.

Nothing's decided.

So what about access, Anne?

We'll work something out.

I want it to be just the same.

every second Saturday.

Clive, that isn't going to work.

You can have the kids for the holidays. You don't understand.

You see, this is a critical time for Fiona. She's got the talent and I am

going to be with her every step of the way. She is not going to be a ballroom

dancer. Can't you get that through your thick head?

I will not let her be a ballroom dancer.

What did being a ballroom dancer ever do for me? Well, they are my children.

Well, then do something for them.

What did you ever do? You don't even pay maintenance.

You haven't been part of this family for years. Well, whose fault is that? I do

my best. Well, if that's your best, go on, help us.

Go, Dad, don't. I just want something for me.

Something that the children want for a change.

Clive, be reasonable.

Every second Saturday.

At least Peter wants us.

He's more of a father than you ever were. You shut up!