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SIOUXSIE: There are certain
significant events

that are marker posts
as a relationship takes shape.

The first kiss,

the first time
you do the nasty thing...

No.
That´s not what I said.

But it´s what you meant.

Just type what I say.

"The first kiss,
the first night spent together,

the first foray into public
as a couple."

My version was better.

"Then, taking things
to a whole new level,

the first time you buy furniture
as a couple."

SIOUXSIE: It would be a
better story if it was a bed...

If you had to buy a new bed

´cause you, like, wrecked
the old one.

We bought a table.

No.
D-Don´t type that.

Well, you need to be clearer on
when you want me to type or not.

"In...

[ Keys clicking ]

this case...
it was a table."

Because in this case,

it wasn´t like we had a choice
in the matter."

So this dinner party
is officially real, then.

I guess it is.

Oh, okay.
That wasn´t here before.

I wouldn´t read too much
into it... as in actual work.

Oh.
Look at you two, eh?

Out for your morning
constitutional.

You´re like
an old married couple.

Woody, I thought I might
find you actually working.

-But no.
-Hey, now. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Okay.
That... That was the old Woody.

Unreliable Woody.
He´s been replaced, mate.

Tracey has got me so onto it.

I´m... I´m dangerous, okay?

Like this morning,
when, as your site foreman,

I got the call that this bad boy
was on its way from Stafford.

And that also wasn´t here
when we left.

No, it wasn´t.

Tracey made me get out of bed,
get over here, and make it so.

So it´s Tracey
who´s actually onto it.

George, don´t look a working
dishwasher in the mouth.

Yeah. But he´s right.
Tracey, she is so onto it.

I mean day and night, flat out.

Writing reports on other reports
about other reports.

She got time for dinner
Saturday night, you reckon?

Here, to celebrate
the new dishwasher.

What, you mean like a...
like a couples´ dinner?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Yeah, I suppose.
The four of us.

Does that work for you?

I´m my own boss.
I can make anything work.

Then round up Tracey
and we´re on.

I´m onto it.
Catch youse later, eh?

See you, Woody.

-Yeah.
-See you.

Wow.
An actual couples´ dinner.

Are we ready for this?

I feel ready.
You?

Yeah.

Ready.

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

SIOUXSIE: Hosting a dinner party
as a couple

makes a statement to the world,

especially when all the couples
at the party

start swapping partners.

GEORGE:
Siouxsie.

"It makes a statement
to the world that..."

That what?

That...

That you are a couple.

Wow.
That´s profound.

No.
Don´t write that.

"And as a couple, you realize
that you have social obligations

and are prepared
to be judged as a couple

by how well you live up
to those obligations."

Dude, it´s a dinner party,
not "Game of Thrones."

Oh, that´s where you are
so very wrong.

GEORGE: "Firewood stacking
champion´s freak injury"

or "Devil´s elbow corner
reseal delayed?"

Just pick one.

Um...

Firewood.

Firewood it is.

You´re not gonna fight me
on that?

No. I think coming
into firewood season,

many of our readers
will be interested

in the bark-up/bark-down debate.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

George, would you
and Fiona be interested

in coming for dinner
Saturday night?

Tom thinks we should be
more social as a couple

with other couples.

Well, that´s a...
That´s a lovely offer, Gloria,

but...we already have people
coming over on Saturday night.

Oh.
Okay.

Another time, then.

But maybe you and Tom
could come to ours.

But Tom and Gloria
hardly ever go anywhere.

Well, they´re coming for dinner
on Saturday night.

Are you okay with that?

Of course.
Why wouldn´t I be?

It´s just that I-I thought,
you know,

our thing has just become
a-a bigger thing.

By two people.

Well, a slightly bigger thing.

George, I´m fine with it
if you´re fine with it.

Yeah.
I´m fine with it.

Good.
Dinner for six, then.

SIOUXSIE: And the thing
about social obligations

is that where there is one,
there are others,

which can pile up like...

Like?

Um...

You guys okay in here?

George can´t finish sentences.

We´re fine.
How are things out there?

Okay. Enough with the water.
It´s time for dressing.

Out of here.

I can dress those.

-We´re good here.
-I´m a trained paramedic.

SIOUXSIE: Don´t you have social
obligations to attend to?

They pile up.

Right.

So, how are things going
with you and George?

Fine.
Thanks, Ollie.

And, uh, how´s Shay feeling
about having a new stepmum?

I´m not even remotely close to
being anyone´s stepmum, Ollie.

Sorry. I just think you guys
are awesome for each other.

Thank you.

Hey.
Hi.

-Hey, Katie.
-Hi, Ollie.

Hey, can I just say
I think it´s really cool

that you guys are being
so mature about it.

Mature about what?

Well, you went out
with George, right?

And now Fiona is shacked up
with George, so...

-We only went out once.
-I´m not shacked up with George.

Got it.

Hey. Are you doing anything
on Saturday night?

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

It just felt weird
not asking her, you know?

It´s weird for you, isn´t it?

No, not at all.

It´s just I have this thing
around dinner parties.

There should always be
an even amount of people.

-Couples.
-Not necessarily.

It´s a conversational thing...

You know, so everyone
has someone to talk to.

Uh, look.
I have... I have to go now.

Can we talk about this later?

Sorry about that.
Where were we?

Uh, you´re looking to do
a fish thing

for your flash dinner
on Saturday.

Not that flash, but yes.

Sure.

I can go out Saturday morning,
deliver them to your door.

What do you want?
Crays? Snapper?

Kina?

[ Chuckles ]
Maybe not kina.

Actually, Zac, would you like
to come to dinner?

-Was that wise?
-It evened up the numbers.

Uh, Dad has a thing
about even numbers.

Fiona knows.
I told her.

But Katie and Zac have history.

Oh, is that how they got Billy?

They´ll be fine.

They´re good
in social situations.

Mm. Sometimes too good,
but what´s done is done.

Well, you invited Katie.
What... What was I meant to do?

Where are we at
with the numbers?

Eight.

Ten including these two.

Oh, I´m out.

-Literally I will be out.
-And I´m rostered on here.

I do have the power
to change that.

Uh, that´s fine.
Dinner parties are your thing.

FIONA:
So eight, then.

What are we gonna feed them?

Well, I was thinking fish,
but now I´m not so sure.

I just can´t face it this year.

Face what?

The races. Stafford Cup.
The family box.

The horror.

FIONA: Can´t help you there.
I got out of that years ago.

I know.
One of the lucky few.

I sent Robbie to jail,

and your dad
stopped inviting me.

If only I had that option.

FIONA: From memory,
you love the races...

Drinking too much,
betting on all the wrong horses.

It´s different this year.

BIG MAC:
[ Laughs ] Nice and naughty.

ROBBIE: Hey, uh,
champagne and crayfish, Fiona,

and, uh, keep it coming.

FIONA:
I thought you weren´t drinking.

ROBBIE: Not for me...
It´s for my brothers,

who will be toasting me,

the one and only true
real estate agent in town,

who took
the Whitfield property...

I think you might know it...
From first inquiry to sale

in a single day.

-Boom!
-Boom!

-Match that, Monty.
-Yeah, Monty.

-Boom.
-Boom.

[ Imitating machine-gun fire,
explosions ]

Boom!

-[ Laughter ]
-ROBBIE: Oh, I love my job.

Imagine that, worse,
all day Saturday.

If only I had an excuse
not to go this year.

Have you heard about
the dinner party, Monty?

Word has reached my ears.

FIONA: But the races,
they´re a day thing.

This is in the evening.

Yeah, but I need to groom,
to manscape.

It can be a pity invite.
I actually don´t care.

Would you like to come
to dinner, Monty?

Yes.

You won´t regret it, George.

And we´re back to odd numbers.

Hannah can come, even things up,
if that´s an issue.

It is, apparently.

Well, I have been wondering
why I wasn´t invited.

Just because I need you
to work here.

Well, we have no bookings
´cause of the races,

and Michaela can cover.

-It´s a date.
-Not a date, Monty.

Like a date.

No.

Even numbers.
Sorted.

-See you Saturday.
-Yeah.

Wood stacker´s elbow.

Who knew that was a condition?

Slim pickings these days,
I´m afraid.

Still, it´s not all bad when
the summer people go, George.

Gives you and I a chance
to do other things.

Things that matter.

Like?

Like having
a nice long chin-wag.

Right some wrongs,
try to make Weld a better place.

-I´d like that.
-Good.

How about Saturday night?

I´ve got people coming
for dinner.

I know.

Dinner party at yours.

Yeah. Won´t you be at the races
in Stafford?

Races in the afternoon,
dinner party at night.

The thing is, Big Mac, if I
invite you, I have a problem.

It´s a numbers thing.

With you, it would be 11,
an odd number.

It´s a thing I have.

Odd numbers and dinner parties,
they don´t go together.

I hear you, George.
I´m a systems man myself.

I appreciate the support.

And a solution.

I can bring Rae.

Stafford Rae?

Ever since our
glorious cricket victory,

we´ve been mixing
a little business

with rather a lot of pleasure.

[ Chuckles ]

And what better time to make it
public, go out as a couple,

as you and the lovely Fiona test
your newfound love

in the crucible of fire.

It´s a dinner party, Big Mac.

Is it, George?

[ Laughs ]

See you Saturday night.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

SIOUXSIE:
These social obligations,

by which the community
will judge you,

as the hosts,
by the end of the night,

begin with the guest list.

Once the numbers are sorted,

it becomes all about
the execution.

Oh, I like the word "execution."

´Cause it´s kind of like
what is actually happening.

Then... Then strike that.

"It all becomes about
the planning..."

Wimp.

"and managing
the expectations..."

"Of the mob, baying for blood."

"of everyone involved."

Twelve people are never gonna
fit around that.

They could sit
on each other´s laps.

Monty would certainly be
in favor of that.

-What are you gonna cook?
-I haven´t decided yet.

Well, we could always have it
at the Boat Club.

Seating problem solved.

Well, then it wouldn´t
be a dinner party,

which is the whole point
of the exercise.

ARLO: I thought the point
was to get to Sunday morning

-in one piece.
-Yeah, that too.

-You could do the corn thing.
-GEORGE: [ Laughs ]

That was brilliant.

I am not gonna do
the corn thing.

At one party, Laura decided
she wanted to do the veggies,

so she did this whole
cooked-corn-in-the-husk thing.

And the smoke billowing
from our oven set off the alarm.

We had to go around and open up
all the windows in the place.

The house stunk of smoke
for weeks.

Yet once you got past
the charred outside,

the corn was good.

Yeah. The way I see it,
we have no choice.

You fancy a trip to Stafford?

Furniture shopping together?

Now, that´s a milestone,
isn´t it?

Well, we could all go together,
make it a CFO.

CFO?

A compulsory family outing.

And I´ll pass.

I have to go pick up
my stationery pack from school.

SHAY:
Ooh. Exciting.

So, you up for it?

Sure.
Glad to be of help.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Great.

Arlo.

-Hi, Principal Dennis.
-Oh, crikey. Don´t call me that.

Actually, do.
I quite like it.

Hey, um, what should we bring
on Saturday night?

Uh, you have to ask Dad.
It´s not my department.

Fair point.

You looking forward
to getting back to school?

Can´t wait.

What a suck-up.

Inviting the principal ´round
for dinner.

Lame.

Okay. Dad invited Woody.
She´s with Woody.

And I´m not actually
gonna be there.

I´ll be at work.

But don´t let the facts
get in the way.

I never do.

IKE:
Yeah. Dad´s kind of thrown.

Never been to a dinner party
before.

You´re kidding.

Well, like, here people go over
to someone´s house for a feed,

but we don´t call it
a dinner party.

Just sounds too posh.

-Hi, Katie.
-KATIE: Hi, Ike.

Hey, Dad wants to know if you
wanted a lift on Saturday night.

-With him?
-Uh-huh.

He hasn´t got any ideas, has he?

I think he just wants to know
if you wanted a lift.

Are you okay
with the whole Saturday thing?

Why wouldn´t I be okay?
It´s just a dinner party.

Recent history?

It might be recent, but it is
most definitely history.

I´m very much looking forward
to Saturday night.

It should be fun.

Tell your dad I´ll make
my own way to the party...

And my own way home.

Okay.

Do you think this is big enough
for 12?

If everyone gets cozy.

I suppose I could do
finger food.

But that rather takes away the
whole point of a dinner party,

which is to sit and dine.

The table is big enough, George.
It´ll do the job.

Of course, you do know
what this means.

I´m gonna have to buy
some chairs.

For one dinner party?

There aren´t 12 chairs
in my house.

George, I have a restaurant
full of chairs.

Of course.
Genius.

Problem solved.

Glad I could be of some use.

Sorry. Is there a problem
somewhere I´m not aware of?

Whose dinner party is this,
George?

Ours.
Why?

Is it?

Are you sure about that?

Because so far, everything
that´s come out of your mouth

has been "I" or "me."

And yes, it is at your house,
so I do get it...

But only up to a point.

Sorry.
Um, this is coming out wrong.

We shouldn´t have this
conversation here and now.

Up to what point do you get it?

This dinner party
that we are having...

Who´s doing the cooking?

I assumed me.

Yeah, you did.
You do.

You´ll cook,
and I´ll entertain the guests.

That´s what you´ve assumed,
right?

Well, you work in a restaurant
all week.

Where I entertain the guests
while someone else cooks.

True.
Sorry.

I-I just assumed
that you wouldn´t want to cook.

No, no.
It´s fair enough.

It´s a fair enough assumption
to make,

even if that´s not the reason
that you´re making it.

That´s the way
you and Laura did it...

You being a rock star
in the kitchen

while she charmed the guests.

That sound about right?

Yeah.
That...pretty much covers it.

Here´s a news flash
for you, George.

Sometimes I´m not very charming.

Sometimes I can be rude
and snippy

and it´s best to keep me
far away from the guests...

Like in the kitchen,
for example.

-So you want to do the cooking?
-No!

-I want us to do the cooking.
-Oh.

I want us to take turns
charming the guests.

I want us to do this together,
our way,

whatever way that turns out
to be.

Do you think we can manage that?

Well, there´s only one way
to find out, I guess.

♫ We´ve got a long way to go ♫

♫ But we´ve got the energy ♫

♫ It took a little while
to find reality ♫

♫ We´ve come a long way,
you know ♫

♫ Living inside a dream ♫

♫ If we can just find
that we are kings and queens ♫

♫ We´ve got a long way to go ♫

♫ But we´ve got the energy ♫

♫ It took a little while
to find reality ♫

Do not make eye contact.
Do not make eye contact.

[ The Phoenix Foundation´s
"Damn the River" plays ]

Someone´s having a gathering.

♫ Took my love and it ran away ♫

♫ And I, I followed through
this thought for days ♫

♫ But I never found a thing ♫

I do love a good dinner party.

I was just saying to Sean
the other night

how much I enjoy them.

♫ Resting my head ♫

-♫ And sleeping in a riverbed ♫
-Okay.

Number´s steady at 12.
Good work.

You go do what you need.
I´ll go do what I need.

Meet back at your place
and let the preparations begin.

Sounds like a plan.

A bit tricky getting leave
for a Saturday night,

but Stafford HQ
have approved it.

Pleased to hear it.

It was a bit of an issue because
it´s Stafford´s race day.

Yeah.
I´m sure.

So, dinner, George.
Time?

-7:30-ish.
-Ish?

Yeah, from 7:30.

Anything we should bring?

Just your good selves.

Taken as read.
Anything else?

Well, a bottle of wine
is traditional in Australia.

As it is here.

I won´t consume,
as I will be driving.

-But Gloria certainly will.
-Yeah. Good to hear.

Is, uh, Gloria coming
into the office today?

Nope.

She´s devoting today
to making herself beautiful.

She doesn´t need to do that.

Try telling her that.

There´s something
you should know.

With Gloria, when it comes
to small talk, sometimes...

well, it just isn´t
small enough.

Just if it happens...
go with the flow, okay?

I will.

-Babe.
-Not your babe.

Fi, hold up.

Fi.

What do you want, Robbie?

Come to the races with me.

Why are you even asking me that?

You know what the answer
will be.

Yeah. Dinner party.
Blah, blah, blah.

You´re not a dinner-party
person, Fi.

It´s nothing to do
with any dinner party,

everything to do with you.

Oh, come on.
We had fun at the races.

Remember that year

you piggybacked that jockey
around the birdcage

and ran into that cop
and you all fell in the garden?

Thanks for bringing that up

just when I was starting
to get over the shame.

Oh, come on.
That was hilarious.

Give it up, Robbie.
It´s never gonna happen.

He´s not right for you.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

He doesn´t want
the things you want.

And you´re an expert, are you,
in the things I want?

Flag this dinner-party nonsense
and come to the races.

You egg.

[ Music continues ]

Got what you need?

Yep.
You?

Yep.

So, where shall we start?

How about out with the old?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

SIOUXSIE:
Seriously, if you want to go,

I am happy to finish it for you.

No, no.
It´s all good.

What, that you´re in here
and everyone else is out there

trying to breathe life
into the corpse?

All I´m saying is you´ve got
a weird definition of "good."

"Disaster" is more the word
I´d go for.

"And then it is the day
of the dinner party,

which, if you are the hosts,
is a day which speeds by,

almost like you are witnesses to
the events going on around you."

It can be a thing of beauty...

Two people concocting
and conjuring

everything needed to pull off
a successful dinner party.

As a couple,
if you can pull off this trick,

your relationship can survive
almost anything."

♫ We´ve got a long way to go ♫

♫ But we´ve got the energy ♫

♫ It took a little while
to find reality ♫

Where were we?

"As a couple,
if you can pull off this trick,

your relationship can survive
almost anything."

Ah.
Even the guests.

No.
D-Don´t write that.

Um...

"It almost seems a shame
that inevitably,

these moments will be lost
as the guests arrive,

which, inevitably,
guests will do."

-Only me.
-Monty.

Correct.
Sorry. A bit early.

-Yeah. Three hours.
-Yeah.

Well, it was either this
or stay at home

and help Siouxsie clean
the limescale off the shower.

She didn´t go to the races
with the rest of the family?

No. They won´t let her.
Says she scares the horses.

There was an incident
a few years ago.

Wasn´t it the year that you
played giddyup with the jockey?

Can´t remember.

And you brought wine.

Yeah. I wasn´t exactly sure
of the menu.

-So, um, covered all the bases.
-I see that.

This is a lovely feijoa
dessert wine.

-Yum.
-Made that myself.

Made all these myself.
Bit of a hobby.

And that rhubarb, that´s got
a real... real zing to it.

Here.
Let me take care of these.

Can I get you a drink, Monty?
Would you like one of these?

God, no.
Beer´s fine.

Hannah here?

No. She´s at work.

It´s not a date.

At first it´s not a date.

If you need any help
with anything, sing out.

Something smells nice.

BILLY: I think Mum is on
the verge of something.

Last night, she tried on
all these outfits,

then, this morning,
drove to Stafford

to get a whole new outfit.

So? She wants to look good
for the party.

Mum hardly ever gets obsessed
with clothes like this.

The last time she did was...

when she was on that date
with your dad.

It´s just a dinner party.

But we´re not used to
dinner parties in Weld.

So are George and Fiona
at each other´s throats yet?

Not that I saw.
Should they be?

Cooking for 12?
Hm. Give it time.

Right.
Michaela will be here soon.

And I´m off
to make myself beautiful

for my date with Monty.

With Monty?

Oh. Didn´t you know about me
and the Montster?

Oh, it´s on, big-time.

Have fun, kiddies.

-Hey!
-There he is. G´day, mate.

-Hello.
-Oh.

I´m loving the new table, mate.

This... This is the kind
of table you sit around,

solve the problems of the world.

-Not all of them, surely.
-No, no, no, no.

Never underestimate the power
of a good table.

This table is all your fault
for getting this ball rolling.

Oh? Well, we´re gonna have to
christen her in style, eh?

How´s it going with you two?

Okay.

I´m surprised George
actually let you in the kitchen.

Mm.
He´s getting his head around it.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

It just flew out.
I´m so sorry.

That´s okay.

My fault.

I, uh, mustn´t have put it in
properly.

I guess this lucky crayfish
is now on the menu.

IKE:
Wow. Check you out.

You look hot.
Is that new?

No.
No, not at all.

You show that George
what he´s missing out on, eh?

Ike.

KATIE:
It´s not like that.

I just felt like dressing up.
That´s all.

And you look beautiful.

So go, have a good time, and
enjoy sitting at our new table

with all the grown-ups.

New table?

Yeah. Dad and Fiona got it
from Stafford.

Oh.

That´s very adult.

[ Chuckles ]

What are you guys up to tonight?

We... We... We´ve got a plan.

Okay.
Well, you guys have fun.

You too.

We have plans, do we?

You threw George´s entrée
on the floor?

-It threw itself on the floor.
-How´d he take that?

MONTY:
Come here often?

You can do better than that,
Monty.

Out of practice.

He took it remarkably well.

And I have alternatives, okay?

I am putting plans in place
as we speak.

Why you?
It´s his thing that got trashed.

Well, George is greeting guests
at the moment.

-Hey.
-Hi.

Wow. Thank you.
It´s, uh, it´s beautiful.

I thought I should bring
something.

Yeah.

And you look amazing.

Oh.

It´s... It´s just old.
It´s nothing.

Oh, I see Fiona´s doing
some of the cooking.

Uh, yes.

Isn´t that your department?

Well, tonight we´re doing it
together.

Oh!
Hide the drugs, everyone!

The law´s here!

[ Laughs ]
´Cause he´s a cop!

-I don´t have any drugs.
-And I am off duty.

Although were I to see crime,
I would still fight it.

-Sorry we´re late.
-GEORGE: Are you?

-[ Cellphone buzzing ]
-TOM: A few minutes.

Time may wait for no man, but
all men must wait for beauty.

Absolutely.

And... And, Gloria,
you look beautiful.

Thank you, George.

See?
I told you he wouldn´t mind.

Lovely arrangement.

Yes.
Uh, yes.

And a lovely new table too.

Tom and I were thinking
of getting a new table.

-Oh.
-But then we decided not to.

Mm.

Good.

-Good, good.
-[ Clears throat ]

Well, help yourself to a drink,
and I´ll be back soon.

[ Mid-tempo music playing ]

Was that appropriately small
for small talk?

Perfect, pookie.

Handsome couple, aren´t they?

I always felt she was the one
for him.

Oh. Katie.

Nice frock.

Oop.

[ Chuckles ]

I figured
if your dad´s gonna introduce

such flash concepts
as dinner parties to Weld,

then why should the old people
get all the fun?

I like your thinking so far.

Thank you.

So, what´s on the menu,
Mr. Chef?

Nothing but the finest
local delicacies.

[ Both laugh ]

Hi, Michaela.
Uh, Arlo here.

You´re rostered on
to be the duty manager tonight.

Uh, o... okay.

Uh, have fun.

So Michaela isn´t here
because she´s in Stafford,

at the races,
in the Member´s Bar,

and she´s not leaving
any time soon.

So you need to call Fiona.

Nah.

I don´t want to ruin
their dinner.

But you´re not qualified
or even old enough.

Tonight I am.

And I know for a fact that
the law is at my place eating.

I can be your assistant.
I study food tech.

I can whip up a sauce
for the crayfish...

Unless you want to, of course.

No, no, no. No.
You be the sauce guy.

-I´ve done enough damage.
-Don´t.

Don´t do that.
It was an accident.

We can adjust.
We can deal with it.

We just don´t need
any more surprises.

-That´s all.
-SMILER: Talofa, my friend!

Did you invite them?

No.

Smiler.

You seem surprised to see us.

Oh. Yeah.
Right.

Sorry, mate.
Forgot to mention.

Uh, I invited Smiler
and his lady friend.

Alice.

This is Alice, my lady friend.

Hello.

Uh, Woody wasn´t too clear

on whether it´s a, uh,
potluck dinner, so...

palusami,
a traditional Samoan dish.

Tastes better than it looks.

And pavlova,
traditional New Zealand dish.

Thank you.

Great.
Fantastic.

Um, welcome.

You drive the ambulance, right?

Yes.

She´s the one I told you about.

You know...
The one that drives too fast.

I don´t drive too fast.

Well, traumatized patients
you deliver would beg to differ.

But the whole point of
an ambulance is to drive fast.

GEORGE: Why don´t you
make yourself at home?

Dinner will be soon.

Great.
[ Chuckles ]

It´s not my fault the roads
aren´t built for speed.

I think we have enough
to go around,

and there´s more chairs
in the kids´ rooms.

Shoot.

It might be a bit of a tight fit
around the table, but...

[ Cellphone buzzing ]

Oh, yeah. She...
She called before, actually.

Jan.

You have to write
another column.

Why?

You wrote about how much
you love freshly baked bread.

The feature article for this
issue is "The Joy of Bread."

Like we´re a pro-carbohydrate
propaganda sheet.

-We can´t have both.
-Why didn´t you tell me earlier?

I didn´t know you were gonna
write about stupid bread

until you delivered
this morning, did I?

So dump the article.

I´m not dumping a feature
for you.

You need to give me
another column... tonight.

-Tonight?
-Yes.

This issue has gone to hell
already,

so we´re doing an all-nighter
here.

I need it by 2:00 a.m.
your time.

But I´m having a dinner party.

Then write about that.
Just don´t write about bread.

Are you still mad at me?

No.

I´m mad at the universe.

Bloody Jan.

She says I have to write
another column... tonight.

-What? Why?
-Something about bread.

-No! Don´t!
-Aah!

-Aah!
-Aah! Aah!

-Holy hell!
-Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

Sorry we´re late.
Have we missed anything?

Aah! Aah!

-You all right?
-Aah.

Not your best move.

No, it wasn´t, but I have to
get back to cooking.

-Hey! Hands under the water!
-I have dinner to make.

Water!

It´s fine.
It hardly hurts.

[ Inhales sharply ]

GEORGE:
You don´t have to do that.

It´s fine.

Actually, we do, George,
before someone slips in it

and really hurts themselves.

Okay, George.

The way we see it, we´ve come to
a crossroads of the evening.

Clearly you´re out of commission
cookingwise.

-Just give me a few minutes...
-We don´t think so, George.

Also, everything you´ve cooked
has ended up on the floor.

You need to quit
while you´re behind, mate.

And that goes for your beautiful
one-legged offsider as well.

So we reckon we can either
pack it in for the night...

or we do a Weld-style
dinner party,

where we do things
a little bit different

to the rest of the world.

Which is what?

Where the guests cook
for the hosts.

[ Water running ]

A-Are you serious?
I-I couldn´t let you do that.

But you´re not exactly in the
position to stop us, are you?

So what, I´m just meant to
sit around and watch you cook?

Don´t you have a column
to write?

Well, yeah. But it´s not like
I can type, is it?

Give me five minutes.
I can fix that.

Her typing speed is freakish.

You could rap
like Kendrick Lamar.

She´ll keep pace, no problem.

Try me.
I dare you.

I´ll leave you two to it.

[ Door closes ]

So, what´s it about this week,
George?

Please say the cannibal clans

who live in the hills
high above Weld.

Dinner parties.

WOODY: Okay, everybody.
Listen up.

Everybody knows
what they´re doing,

but I want everyone to remember
why they´re doing it.

For our good friends
George and Fiona.

No, because otherwise
we don´t get a feed.

So come on. [ Claps hands ]
Let´s go.

Would you say this is typical
of a dinner party around here?

No.

Got yourself a good man there.

I never really considered myself
one of those women

that need to get a man.

And if I were, I don´t think
Woody would´ve been on my radar.

But yeah, I have.

So do you.

Really?

First thing we do as a couple...
Complete disaster.

Is it?

I mean, apart from the injuries
and the tragic waste of food,

it doesn´t look like
much of a disaster to me.

"So what are the keys
to a good dinner party?"

Not dropping the food
on the floor

and/or injuring your hands

and the woman you apparently
love in the process.

Well, not "apparently."
I do love her.

Do you?

That´s nice, George.

It´s an evolving situation.

Should I be typing this?

"People.

Good people are required
for a great dinner party.

Interesting people with
interesting stories to tell.

People...

you care about."

[ Keys clicking ]

Must be very strange for you.

It would be difficult
for it to get any stranger.

GLORIA: Well, this is
a jolly evening, isn´t it?

I was just saying to Tom

that we should go
to more dinner parties.

Hopefully they´re not all
like this one.

What are you talking about,
Fiona?

This has been great.

Apart from the casualty list.

It´s good to see you two out.

As far as couples go,

you´re a bit of a mystery
in this town.

Now, that´s because we met

after I buried my husband
in the backyard.

[ Whispering ] But Tom doesn´t
really like to talk about it.

[ Laughs ]

Uh...technically,
what Gloria has said is true,

but we need context.

The autopsy revealed
that her husband,

who was not a nice man...

Awful.

TOM: actually died
of a heart attack,

not the injuries sustained
from the vacuum-cleaner hose.

So the charge was downgraded

because it is still illegal
in New Zealand

to bury a body in your backyard
unless there is no cemetery

-or burial ground within...
- 32 kilometers of the place

where the person died
or the body was buried.

So yeah, that´s how Tom and I
met... when I was in prison.

[ Chuckles ]

I ran a police-initiated
photography workshop

-for prisoners called Photo-Cop.
-Photo-Cop.

[ Laughs ]

Gloria had a very good eye
for detail and composition.

And, well,
to cut a long story short,

we struck up a friendship,

and the relationship developed
in the darkroom.

[ Laughs ]

And upon her release, the rest,
as they say, is history.

Well, it´s not exactly hitting
the winning runs

in the cricket match
and then away we go,

but to each their own.

[ Laughs ]
Cheers.

TOM:
Cheers.

Excuse me.

GLORIA:
Mm. Mm.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Insects chirping ]

Thank you.
Have a good night.

[ Exhales deeply ]
Piece of cake.

Easy as.

No. I mean we should have
a piece of cake.

ROBBIE: Two dapper men
in lovely suits

making a late charge
for the bar.

-[ Laughter ]
-Holy smoke.

We´ve got the midgets on duty
tonight.

Espresso for me,
brandy for my big bro,

and whatever the next generation
wants.

Chips.
I´ll have chips.

Uh, kitchen´s closed,
I´m afraid.

Are you two the only ones here?

No.
You´re here too.

Are you, like, in charge?

Yes, I am.

So if I wanted a vodka and soda,
you could get that for me.

Not gonna happen, I´m afraid.

JARED: I´ll have a rum
if I can´t have chips.

Definitely not gonna happen.

Give my boy a rum.

No one will know.

Soda water it is.

Well, this is
a bit of a shambles.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, Rae doesn´t seem to mind.

Careful or Zac will disappear
into the night with her

and get her knocked up,
given his track record.

That is very much up to her.

Rae and I have a, um...
friendly relationship.

With benefits.

Wherever possible.

[ Both chuckle ]

We missed you today.

The races are always
much more fun when you´re there.

Don´t go there.

He´s a different boy now.

Seriously?

You´re sitting
in George´s house,

telling me to get back
with Robbie?

I´m just letting you know
you have other friends.

If things don´t work out here.

GEORGE: "Mostly,
you want to surround yourself

with the people you love
and who love you

[ Keys clicking ]

the ones who will have your back

in case all of your food
ends up on the floor."

Everybody!

Hey, we are doing
an outstanding job here.

This is gonna be a feast
for the ages.

I´m telling you, we´re gonna be
talking about this for years.

-SMILER: Woody.
-Smiler?

-I´ve got one question.
-Yeah?

While you´re saying
the fine words,

why are you standing
in a puddle?

Eh?

-BIG MAC: Oh.
-TRACEY: Mm.

ROBBIE:
Another brandy, thanks.

I´m sorry.
I can´t serve you.

Say what?

I can´t serve
an intoxicated person.

I´m stone-cold sober.

But the drink is for
your brother, who is not.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

You´re not even an actual
bar manager, mate.

I still know the law.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

What?

How drunk is your brother?

Oh, he´s about a 7.5.
Why?

So he can still do
basic plumbing?

Yeah. Easy.
Why?

Get him and his gear
to the Turner place... now.

[ Music continues ]

-All right. We´re leaving.
-I want my brandy.

No, you don´t.

We´re out of here.
Come on. Chop-chop.

Keep the change.

What you just did was the most
awesome thing I´ve ever seen.

What´s the word count now?

784.

Okay.

Uh, slight delay
on the dinner front

in that the person
who installed the dishwasher...

Who some, unfairly,
are calling an idiot,

because he´s not
an actual plumber...

he kind of did it wrong.

But there´s an actual plumber
here now,

so it´s gonna be all sweet.

ROBBIE:
Geez, George.

Sounds like a cock-up
from beginning to end, mate.

Just as well I´m here
to save the day, eh?

[ Mid-tempo music playing,
indistinct conversations ]

Just 16 more words, George,
for the magic 800.

Just 16 more.

[ Music continues ]

[ Woman laughing ]

Uh, how´s the column coming,
George?

-Yeah. Almost there.
-[ Laughs ]

Good to, um...good to know.

[ Laughs ]

Okay.
Stop being so bloody nice.

Just go out there and tell
Robbie that he has to go.

[ Music continues ]

You can thank us later for
saving the day there, George.

I thought you might have
wanted him to stay for dinner.

God, no.
Why would I want that?

He´s the past.

You and I are the couple now.

"The people you love...
Surround yourself with them

and they will see you right...

-[ Keys clicking ]
- every...time."

Acceptably nauseating, I guess.

WOODY:
Ah.

And dinner, as they say,
is served.

[ Eden Mulholland´s
"Four to the Floor" plays ]

♫ Oh, oh ♫

♫ 24-hour party people ♫

♫ Oh, oh ♫

♫ And the beat goes
four to the floor ♫

♫ Oh, oh ♫

♫ 24-hour crazy mental ♫

♫ Oh, oh ♫

♫ And the beat goes
four to the floor ♫

♫ Oh, oh ♫

[ Both laughing ]

[ Indistinct conversations,
laughter ]

Don´t touch her, Monty.

Monty, now, go.

There you go.
There you are.

Thank you very much
for having me.

-Is he giving you a ride?
-No.

-I´m driving myself.
-Yes. Yes. May... Maybe.

-[ Laughs ]
-WOODY: Hey!

Bye!

I broke, uh,
I broke a couple plates.

-That´s all right.
-See ya.

♫ And the beat goes
four to the floor ♫

I can´t believe they tidied up.

None of the dinner parties
in Sydney...

No one ever tidied up.

[ Straitjacket Fits´
"Down In Splendour" plays ]

Dance with me?

Is that even possible?

I´ll figure it out.

[ Music continues ]

Well, that was
a bloody disaster.

Complete and utter
bloody disaster.

And also possibly
the best dinner party ever.

Possibly?

Definitely.

You know what else?

What?

It´s Sunday morning,
which means...

We survived.

As a couple.

That we did.

♫ Comes rolling through
your mind ♫

♫ You´ve got no one to know ♫

♫ Hey, down in splendor ♫

♫ Take a bow ♫

♫ Blinded in the white light
and the crowd ♫

♫ Die slowly in your arms ♫

♫ You´re left to lie alone ♫

♫ And save your face
of changing color ♫

♫ And your smile
of fading color ♫

♫ ´Cause you´ll never know
another ♫

♫ Who will give you ever after ♫

[ Up-tempo music plays ]