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[Waves crashing]

-♪ I don't want ♪

♪ Half-hearted love affairs ♪

♪ I need someone who really cares ♪

♪ Life is too short to play silly games ♪

♪ I've promised myself I won't do that again ♪

♪ It's got to be ♪

♪ Perfect ♪

♪ It's got to be ♪

♪ Worth it, yeah ♪

♪ Too many people take second best ♪

♪ But I won't take anything less ♪

♪ It's got to be ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Perfect ♪

♪ It's got to be -[Line ringing]

-♪ Perfect ♪

-Yes. Can I talk to Detective Gillespie, please?

-I can't see that she's in at the moment.

-Okay. Do you know when she'll be in?

-Uh, no. No.

-Well, can I make an appointment, then?

-Uh, yep. Can you hold?

-Yes. I'll hold.

[Sighs]

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-You gonna be alright?

-Yeah, fine. -Yeah.

I gotta go. -See you, bye.

-Mwah. Hey, be good for Mom.

[Benny Time's "Two Little Bees in a Beehive" playing]

-Mama, turn it up. -[Vehicle door closes]

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-♪ Two little bees in a beehive... ♪

[Dramatic music playing]

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-Mommy! Push me!

-Coming!

-Mommy! Now!

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-Yay. -[Laughter]

-Their babies know the difference

between day and night, Georgie.

[Indistinct conversations]

-Mom, now can I have an ice cream?

-No ice cream.

I've told you so many times, get into the car.

-Mom, you said I could. -I didn't say that, Mia.

Please get in. -Yes, you did!

-I didn't. -I want an ice cream now!

And I'm getting it! Yes, I am!

-I told you, you're not getting an ice cream.

-Yes, you said I could! -No.

Listen to me. Hop into your seat, please.

-No!

-I am not mucking around, Mia.

-I want that ice cream!

-That's not happening.

-Yes, it is. You said I could!

-Get... -You're a liar!

-Get into your seat. -Ugh!

-Stay in your seat. -No!

-Yes. -No!

[Yells]

[Sighs in frustration]

-Mia! Keep it on, Mia.

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-Did she just...

[Cellphone ringing]

[Ringing continues]

-Hey. -Hey.

Hey, what's going on?

I've been trying you for days. Are you okay?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

Um, I'm just down at Dad's.

You know how crappy the reception is on the farm.

-Is, you could have just told me.

You just dropped off the planet.

-I know, I'm sorry.

It's just been a...

It's been a big few weeks.

I just had to get away.

-Yeah, I know things have been rough.

-Yeah.

Uh, I'll be back in a few days, I promise.

-You sure?

You'd tell me if there was anything going on?

-Yeah. Yeah, of course I would.

-Of course you would. [Chuckles softly]

-Uh, Dad and Sue are waiting for me to go into town.

-Well, I'll see you in a few days?

-Yeah, I'll see you in a few days.

Okay. Bye.

Hey. -Hi.

-I'm Isabelle. I'm staying next door.

-Uh, hey.

-This was in my letterbox. -Ahh.

-Posty must have been having a bad day.

-Thanks. Essie. -Nice to meet you.

Hello, there.

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What's wrong?

-I think I've left something at the park.

-What?

-My baby.

-Oh, my God. Here. Give me your keys.

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-George!

That's my baby!

Who called the police?

-What's happened?

-I found this baby. He had been abandoned.

-Not abandoned.

It was an accident, I just forgot.

-Who forgets their own child?

-I haven't had much sleep.

-None of us have. That is no excuse.

-Let's keep calm. Can you tell us what happened?

-Yes.

We were, um, at the playground,

and my daughter had a tantrum,

and I was trying to get her back in the car.

I thought that I had put him in the car.

-We just need to see some identification.

-Yes, of course, of course.

I'm so sorry. I just...

I came back the second that I realized.

-You can't let her take him.

-Esther, we'd like you to follow us to the station.

-He's mine.

He's mine.

-Excuse me, Officer. Can I have a word?

-Are you a relative? -No.

-Child protection? -Hmm.

Yeah. Of course. Thank you.

Okay, Essie. Let's go.

Let's go.

-What happened?

-It's alright.

-But what happened?

-He's fine, Mia. Look. He's fine.

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-[Sighs]

Nobody needs to know. Forget it even happened.

Do you know, I bet tons of women

have forgotten their kids at one point or another?

-Can I get out now?

-Mom's just gonna take one look at my face

and she'll know something's happened.

-Why don't you guys come hang out at mine for a bit?

-Ah, no. I don't want to bother you.

Really. -Yes.

I'll make you a cold drink.

And you know what I have in my fridge?

Ice cream.

But it's only vanilla.

-That's actually my favorite.

-What? Yes. See? Meant to be.

Come on. We don't even have to talk about it.

You can just decompress.

Yummy, yummy.

Can I get you a drink? What about a water?

-Yes. Thank you.

-What did you say to the police?

-Uh, nothing. I just said that was a mistake.

They don't want more paperwork.

Yeah, okay.

-Oh, shit.

Georgie.

He loves to vomit. He's colicky.

-Oh, no. Payback.

-[Laughs]

-Yeah. Come on. Let me. Come here.

-I should be able to handle him by myself.

-No.

Believe me,

I have done way worse than what happened to you this morning.

Hmm? Alright.

Bathroom's just down there to the left.

-Can I watch something?

-Oh. Yeah. Put the TV on.

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-Hey. It's -- It's all in my hair.

Would it be weird if I had a bath?

-[Whispers] Yes.

[Loudly] No. No, no. Go for it.

Mommy's coming.

Just after she gets naked in a stranger's house.

-It's not working. Can I go on your phone?

-No.

Mm.

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[Knock on door]

-Come in. -[Door opens]

-Morning.

-Oh, Ange. Hi.

Um...Hey, look, I've --

I've actually got to jump on a call in just a second, so...

-I just need a minute.

-Mm-hmm. Yeah, sure.

-So I have an associate.

Another Realtor who I work with occasionally.

And I'm concerned they may have done something

not exactly kosher.

-Like what?

-Instead of paying a buyer's deposit

into their business trust account,

they accidentally paid it into a personal account.

-Oh, okay.

So why can't they just transfer it straight back

into the right account?

-Because their personal account doesn't have a redraw facility.

-Oh, it's a loan account.

-A home loan.

So what would happen if, for some reason,

the buyer calls off

and my associate isn't able to return the deposit?

-Ange, this really isn't my field.

-You're a lawyer. -[Laughs] Family law.

It's sort of like assuming you could sell cars.

-I could sell cars.

So in your opinion, how bad does it sound?

-Have you told Lucas you've done this?

-He's terrible with money.

We have separate accounts aside from the mortgage

and a joint account for groceries and bills.

He leaves everything to me.

You're the only friend I can trust.

-Um, yeah. Okay.

Um, it could be...

It could be classed as a misappropriation of trust funds,

embezzlement, theft, or all three.

-And the penalty? It's a first offense.

-It's -- It's difficult to say, but, uh, maybe a fine, um...

But depending on the sum and the judge,

it could mean a prison sentence.

-Prison?

-And you'd lose your license.

But that goes without saying.

Ange, I've seen how secrets like this can kill a marriage.

Just tell him.

[Computer call chiming]

Stacey. Hi. Hi.

-Thanks for agreeing to this meeting.

-No, no, not at all.

-How are you going? -I'm well.

But more importantly, how are you?

-Me? I'm terrible.

-I don't like scorpions.

-Scorpion. Draw a scorpion.

Ha. Mia.

-Ooh. Ahh.

-[Chuckles]

Vomit free?

-Yes. So nice. Thank you.

You don't mind if I... -No. It looks so nice on you.

Alright, what about -- Which one was mommy long legs?

-Oh, right. The mountains.

-Vampire. -No.

-And then we need to do the happy over here.

What are we gonna do?

-Okay, but first, we're gonna finish doing this.

-Why are you being so nice to me?

-You are so hard on yourself.

-Yellow. Um... -Yellow. Okay. Yellow.

You do yellow. -Hey.

Why do I have two heads like a monster?

-Because that's, like, angry mom,

isn't it, like angry, mean mama? Grr!

-Ohh. -This is good mommy.

-Do you think it's time to get going?

Let's go.

Where's Georgie?

-Ah, there.

-Come on.

[Whispers] How did you do that?

-[Whispers] Oh. Beginner's luck.

-Well, we're definitely not leaving now.

[Normal voice] Going to uni felt like an escape

after growing up here.

-Why'd you come back? -I was saving to buy a house.

Not like that's ever gonna happen in this market.

-Mm.

-I guess I came back because Ben thought

that I could do with some help the second time around.

-Did something happen the first time?

-I just don't think I'm very good at this.

-Oh, come on, that's crazy.

-It doesn't help that Mom was a single mother

who never complained once.

-[Sighs]

Oh, and are you planning on buying here?

Are you a born and bred?

-Yeah, although, technically I was born in Geelong.

Anyway, blahhh. Enough about me.

I want to know about you.

Are you single and free?

-What? Ha! Um...

I've never really been very good at staying in one place.

Yeah, and by free, you mean no kids?

-I mean free in every sense of the word.

-Oh. -And settling down is overrated.

You just end up a bit trapped.

-Oh, you can --

You can get trapped anywhere...in any life.

-Says the freelance journo living

in a holiday home on assignment.

-Oh, my God, you make it sound so glamorous.

-It is. It is.

You get to eat whatever you want.

You get to listen to loud music.

You get to take baths and not clean up after yourself.

-Oh, my God, it's not that messy, is it?

Sounds like you should move out.

-Then I'd miss wine o'clock.

Our drunken gossip fest.

-Do you ever think Ange would let me join?

-Oh, she's already convinced you're gonna run off with Lucas.

-You're kidding. [Laughing]

Oh, my God. What is he? What does he do?

-He's a photographer when he's not surfing.

-So not much then.

-[Both laughing]

-Mom! We're back.

-I'm here.

-You got that? -How's the protest?

-It was life-affirming.

What's this?

-Oh, we went next door, and George threw up on me.

-Oh. Did you, Mister? What's she like?

-She seems really nice. She invited us in and...

I can finish this.

-Oh. Well, um, don't you want to get dressed?

-I thought you shouldn't have to do it

unless you really want to. -Oh, gosh.

There are so many things I should be doing.

Like getting dinner. What do we have?

-Ben said he'd do something.

-What, after a day at work?

-Well, we like to pull our weight, Mom.

-Mm. Sausages again.

Come on, sweetie.

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-Hey, Hol? -Yeah.

-This turnip looks a bit sad. -It's organic.

-Oh.

-Hey. Uh, do you guys do takeaway?

-Yeah, yeah. Menu's on the counter.

Here.

Just so you know, it's all plant based.

-Great. I love plants.

It's Holly, right?

-Lulu.

Elvis, come and sit down.

Yeah. Get a library book.

Will you pick one?

There.

-Eat.

Hello again. -Hi.

-Hi. Come to try the best vegan food in Osprey Point?

-It is the only vegan food.

-Yes, yes, I have.

Uh, what -- what would you recommend?

-Uh, how about a sample box?

I hear you're writing an article.

-Oh, you heard about that, too?

-Small court. People talk.

-Ahh. Ange talks.

-So what else have you written?

Ange said she couldn't find anything.

-Well, uh,

that is because I've been mainly doing

sort of more subeditor stuff,

and now I'm getting into writing now.

Yeah.

-Yeah, fake it till you make it.

-Yes.

Oh, this looks so good.

-[Speaks indistinctly]

[Cellphone ringing]

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-Celia. Hi. Thanks for calling me back.

It's Isabelle. We met last year?

-Hello. At Jane's party. Child protection, right?

-Yes. Yes. Right.

I'm sorry. I know this is completely out of the blue,

but I was just wondering if you need any content

for your online magazine.

-Uh, we have staff writers. -Yeah.

Of course, it's just I have a really great story

about Osprey Point on the Great Ocean Road.

Everyone's saying it's the new Byron.

-Everywhere's the new Byron.

Byron will be the new Byron soon.

-Yeah. That's true.

I just think it's a really interesting angle.

So there's a lot of development going on.

It's the gentrification of Paradise.

You wouldn't have to pay me.

-No fear of that. Can you write?

-Yeah, I think so.

I mean, I've certainly written enough case reports.

-Yeah. Send it to me. I'll have a look.

-Great. Thank you.

-I take it you've got some high-res photos to accompany it.

-You bet.

-Bestest part of your day. Go.

-You go first.

-I always go first. Okay.

Um, I got to drive a speedboat today,

and it was really fun and really, really fast.

Your turn.

-I saw a police lady.

-Oh, cool. Where?

-When Mom left George at the park.

-Oh. Thanks, honey.

I can smell something burning.

-Shit. Yes.

Sausages. -Yes, yes, I can smell.

-[Sighs]

-Essie's just putting George down.

-Cool. -How do you think she's going?

-Es? -Mm.

-Uh...why?

-Oh. No reason.

It's just she hung out with that girl next door all day.

-What's wrong with that?

-Oh, nothing. Nothing.

She just came back in a kimono.

-Hmm.

[Exhales]

-What's that face?

Are you hiding something?

-Mia said she left George at the park and the police came.

-What? -Yeah.

The neighbor with the kimono went with them.

-Isabelle? -Yeah.

-Have you spoken to Essie about this?

-No. Not yet.

-Is dinner ready? -Yep.

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-Feel.

-Hmm. New?

-It's on loan.

-The local library is really diversifying.

Hey.

Es?

What?

-I think I want to have sex.

-Okay.

-Yeah.

-Great. Let's do it.

Uh, I'll -- I'll go gentle.

So -- And you can just, you know, tell me...

-Let's just -- Let's not talk because I'm gonna fall asleep...

-Okay. Okay. -...or I'll change my mind.

-Yeah, yeah.

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-It's a bit sensitive. -Okay, okay.

Got it.

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-I feel really different, Ben.

-You feel...amazing.

-What about Mom?

-Uh, don't -- don't mention her. Come here.

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-[Moans softly]

-[Chuckles]

-[Bed creaking]

[Australian Crawl's "Errol" playing]

♪♪

-♪ Convict state ♪

♪ It just don't rate ♪

♪ He want to get higher ♪

♪ Yeah, the Apple Isle ♪

♪ The inbred smile ♪

♪ He's going to get by'a ♪

♪ To fish and hunt ♪

♪ He take a punt ♪

♪ The New Guinea Highlands ♪

♪ Woh, Errol ♪

♪ I would give everything ♪

♪ Just to be like him ♪

-I can't believe we got to do that.

-Mm.

[Sighs deeply]

Es, is everything okay?

-What do you mean?

-I know it must be hard, you know...

...being stuck at home all day.

-I love it.

I mean, I'm lucky that I don't have to work.

Fran would kill to be at home all day with Rosie.

I think.

-What'd you guys do today?

-Um, we went to the park.

I couldn't get Mia off the play equipment as per usual.

Lunch, watched some educational kids' TV.

Georgie had a nap.

Dinner.

-It's all good?

-Yeah. Yeah.

Why?

-Mia told me what happened.

You can't expect a 6-year-old to keep your secrets, Es.

-I didn't ask her to, Ben.

I would never do that.

I feel bad enough without you making me feel worse.

-What happened?

-I put Georgie down because I was chasing after Mia.

And after I got her strapped in...

...my mind was elsewhere, and I just drove back.

I came back. -Mm-hmm.

-I came back the second that I realized.

-Why didn't you tell me?

-I'm sorry.

I should have told you.

Does Mom know?

-We're both worried about you.

-Fuck! Ben.

[George crying]

-I'll get him.

I'll get him. -No.

[Crying continues]

You've got work in the morning.

-Hello. -Hey.

-I hear you're writing an article.

-Ah.

Soon there'll be an article about me writing an article.

-That's Ange for you.

Um, but before you swallow her bullshit

about the Eureka development,

just try hearing it from both sides.

-Okay.

-I'm, um, Essie's mom. Barbara.

I understand that you --

you helped her out at the park.

You know, yesterday with George?

-Yeah. It was nothing.

-Oh. Apparently the -- the police were involved.

-Ah, it's just standard procedure,

as far as I could tell. -Do you, um...

Did they say that they were gonna take it any further?

-No. They didn't. Hey, it was nice to meet you.

We should schedule a time to chat.

Yo.

-Ah, g'day.

-Do you mind if I hitch a ride?

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I'm also looking for some photos for the article.

You're a photographer, right? -Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

-I was like... -[Chuckles]

And, yeah, I can do that. -Okay.

-Oh, you mean right now? -Yeah.

-Uh, yeah. Okay.

-Good.

[Engine starts]

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[Laughs]

Do you ever worry about sharks?

-Check this out.

-You're shitting me.

-Nah, nah. I rode my bike

into a barbed-wire fence when I was 8.

I mean, seriously, you can't worry about sharks.

You got more chance of, uh... -What?

Riding your bike into a barbed-wire fence?

-Yeah, exactly.

-Okay.

Do your boys surf? -Yeah.

Ollie's into it. Will, not so much.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

-And were they both born here, like Osprey Point?

-Ollie was.

We moved here when Will was little.

-Oh.

And how did you, uh, and Ange meet?

-At her 21st.

Yeah. My mate Nick knew her brother.

-Oh, Jesus. You guys work fast.

-What do you mean? We dated for a couple of years.

Why?

-Well, Will's 10, isn't he? -Uh-huh.

-And you're 56. Um, Ollie told me that, so...

-Yeah, that's about right. What about Ange?

-Uh, well, he proudly declared that she's 32.

-Yep.

Yeah, she's been 32 for a couple of years now.

-Oh, has she?

Really?

Oh, my God. Well, how old is she, actually?

-Oh, no. No. Not even I know that.

Too afraid to ask now. -Yeah, I bet. [Sighs]

-Hang on, I'm gonna get some of these.

-Yeah. Cool.

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-Can I, um, help with that?

It's just that I said I'd be there early

to help with the setup.

-You go, Mom. We'll walk.

-Cor. In this heat? Are you crazy?

-We'll just take it slowly.

-Ah. It'd just be nice if we went together.

-Why? -Just would be.

You know, I can help with George.

-You don't trust me to look after my own kids?

-Oh, I think that's being a little bit dramatic, Essie.

-I made a little mistake.

-Oh, honey.

-So now you're not gonna leave me alone with my own kids?

Next you'll be tracking me with your phone.

-Oh, that is really unfair, Essie.

And anyway, can you actually do that?

-Sometimes I wish I had never let you and Ben

talk me into moving back here, honestly.

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-Okay,

so I've got a bunch of the surf and the beach

and the town in the background.

-Yeah. Great.

-Do you want anything that's, like, close, people or...

-Uh, no.

Because then we need release forms for people, so...

-Alright. -Okay.

-Well, I mean, you don't need a release form.

-Can you not? -In this light.

You look fantastic in this light.

-Oh, my God. No, no. You're gonna delete.

Stop. You can delete them.

-Hey, you know what would look really good

is if you're body surfing towards...

-Well, that's never gonna happen.

-Sand angels. Let's try that. Sand angels.

-Not doing it.

-Okay.

Just stare out to sea and just be pensive.

-Okay. -You can do that.

[Camera shutter clicking]

-Like that?

-Yeah.

[Camera shutter clicking]

-Is that good?

-It's amazing.

-Mm. Sexy.

[Both laughing]

-Mia, please stop. That's really silly.

Mia, that's getting really dirty.

Can you stop that, please? -Hey.

-Hey. -How's it going?

-Terrific. Ben knows about the park,

and my mother doesn't trust me with my own kids.

-Oh. So, great then. Hmm.

Where are you off to? Are you going to the beach?

-Yeah.

It's a nippers holiday barbecue

and Ange sponsors the sausages or something.

So we have to go.

-Oh. -I'm getting a ribbon.

-You're getting a ribbon? What? What's that for?

-Participation. Everyone gets one.

We're gonna be really late, so we've got to go.

-Ah, well, I might join you guys.

-Why would you do that?

-Ah, it's a local community event.

It's good for my story. Come on, jump up.

-Hey, Mia. Sorry. Do you mind --

-Yeah. No worries. -Mia, stop.

-Stop. Mia, Mia, Mia, Mia, Mia, Mia!

Mia, stop!

-Alright, here we go.

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-I just think there's got to be more mindful

of different dietaries.

Like gluten free, vegetarian, maybe even vegan.

-I totally agree.

-We're not late. -Yes, we are.

-They've just started. -No, no, they didn't.

-Yes, they've just started.

-Go!

-That's alright. You can just get in there.

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-Let's start the ribbon ceremony

with our newest nippers receiving their

first participation award. -Aw, there she is.

-There you go.

-Go, boys!

-Here we go. Yes.

I thought Ben was coming down. -No, he's stuck at work.

Everyone wants to be on the water today.

I thought you two were taking shifts.

-What, at the barbecue? Oh, no.

Uh, Lucas is taking over from me.

-You know what I mean, Mom.

Go. [Chuckles]

-Elvis. Well done. -Go get him, girl!

-What's she doing here?

-Uh, after a free sausage, maybe.

Yeah. Okay.

It's a bit weird, but we could pay off your business.

-Yay!

-Sorry. I had stuff to do at the studio.

[Camera shutter clicks]

-Yeah, well, you were rostered on to help with the barbecue.

[Cellphone rings]

-[Crying] -Oh, do you need your mama?

-Oh. It's alright, honey.

-Look at Mia.

-Did you want me to take a photo?

-Go on. I'd hate to not have a record

of this incredibly momentous occasion.

-Whoo! -Actually, that's cute.

-I know.

-Go! Go, Mia!

[Both laughing]

[Camera shutter clicks]

It's pretty cute. -I know.

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-Barb. Hi.

I was hoping that we could talk about --

-The answer's no.

The collective is not gonna withdraw their objection.

-I've spoken to developers,

and they're actually being very reasonable.

-Oh, reasonable?

Oh, these property developers with their fancy electric cars.

They can fuck the planet.

I'm protecting this place for my grandchildren.

-Well, good luck finding them houses to live in.

-Yeah. Yeah, they turned out great.

Not all of them are of you.

-Okay.

Alright. I'll swing by the studio with your payment.

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[Car door closes]

[Door opens]

-Why didn't you come, Nigel?

-Sorry, chicken. I had to do some work.

-Brought you a special treat to cheer you up.

-Oh, that's very sweet. Thank you, Chicken.

-Rosie, sweetheart, that is dripping all over the floor.

Can you take it straight back outside, please?

Thank you.

So, did you get much done?

[Sighs] -[Door closes]

Anything done? -I'm trying.

-How about you try going back on your antidepressants?

Yep.

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-[Baby screaming]

-[Gasping]

[Indistinct conversations]

[All groan]

-Good girl, Elvis. Just -- Yep. Just try and hit it again.

Hey, how's the street-party planning?

Anything I can do to help? -Yes.

Wait. Are you serious?

-No. I mean, I guess I -- -It's fine. It's fine.

I canceled the petting zoo anyway.

Oh, can you get Holly to cook?

It'd be great if she could.

-Yeah, of course she can. -Where's your new BFF?

-She's busy. -Busy body, at any rate.

What's she even doing there today?

-She wanted to come for research.

-She'll be following us to the toilet next.

-Mm. That explains why she went to the beach

with Lucas this morning.

-What? -God, Ange.

He was probably just giving her a lift.

-Yeah, I'm sure it's nothing.

-Yeah, she probably just wants to, you know,

learn more about local surf culture.

And who better to do that than Lucas?

I mean, he's an excellent surfer.

He looks the way that he does. -Just stop.

-Look at him. -Just stop.

-Sorry.

[Cheers]

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-[Crumpling paper]

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[George crying]

-Can you deal with him, please?

-Barb's doing it.

-Great.

-What's going on, Es?

-I don't know. I just feel so...

-Overtired? -O--

Don't say "overtired" or I'll scream!

-I...

You're just going through a little bumpy patch.

Just like with Mia, remember? It's normal.

-Is it because no one else that I know

seems to go through it?

And how did we get back here, for God's sake?

I've got two kids.

I'm still living at home with my mother.

-It's not forever. -I don't think

we're ever gonna be able to afford to buy a place.

And even if we do,

we'll be paying it off for the rest of our lives.

And that's if I can get a job good enough to afford childcare.

And it feels like forever to me, Ben!!

[George crying louder]

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Fuck.

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[George continues crying]

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-I'm not -- I'm not last. -I'm winning.

-Hi. I'm just checking a booking for next weekend.

Angela Romero.

Yeah, one jumping castle. A clean one, please.

-Ollie. Take over. Alright, boys, I'll see ya.

-See ya.

-Great. Thanks.

Jumping castle confirmed. -Great. I'll see you later.

-Where are you going? -To the studio.

-Well, you'll have to take the boys. I've got an appointment.

-I can't, I've got a shoot.

[Video-game music playing]

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-Oh. What's this?

-Mia wanted me to make you breakfast

and insisted on fairy toast.

-[Laughs lightly]

I might save that for later.

-Mm. Fair.

Hey.

[Sighs]

Let's move.

Rent somewhere

as far away from here as you like.

-What?

-So what if we can't afford to buy our own house now...

or ever?

I'd rather you were happy, Es.

[Birds chirping]

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[Knock on door]

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-Hey.

-Hey. Uh, yeah.

The pictures were great. As promised.

-Great. Well, yeah. Anytime.

-Yeah. Yeah.

So this is your studio?

-Yeah. I'd show you around, but I've got to shoot on.

-Oh, no. It's cool. I have a train to catch anyway.

-Okay. -Okay.

[Door closes]

[Door locks]

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[Indistinct announcement over PA system]

-Now boarding at platform 4A.

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-Isabelle.

I'm so sorry about your mom.

-Ah.

-Tried to make it back up to Sydney for the funeral.

-Oh, well, we kept it small.

-I'm guessing you're not in Victoria for a holiday.

-No.

-It's a lot of names.

-They all live on the same street.

Pleasant Court.

-You know a court's a dead end.

-I wouldn't ask if I didn't think I was close.

-You know...

I'm really enjoying my new job in Melbourne.

Probably the coffee. God knows it's not the weather.

-Anything you could give me would help.

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