Original subtitles

(melancholic orchestral music)

- Hey.

How was your flight?

- It was okay. - It was alright?

If life exists elsewhere in the Universe, that'd be amazing.

But if no life exists, except here on Earth,

that would be even more incredible.

That's it.

I've got it.

Alpha Centaurus.

Closest star system to our own.

First place we're likely to run into other life forms.

Although of course at four and a half light-years away,

we won't be meeting them for tea and scones

for some time yet.

- What does it all mean, anything at all?

We're born, we have all these hopes and dreams,

and then we die.

I don't see any sense to it.

- No sense to it?

I mean, we live, we create life.

Share some good times.

- Yeah but for what, a few moments of transient happiness,

a constant struggle to survive,

and crippling old age if we're lucky.

Do you know we spend our whole lives

not doing what we really want.

There are always restraints and obligations to others, duty.

I spent all of my life being obedient and not too wild,

and for what?

Soon I'll be like Dad, dead.

- He had a good life.

- I wonder.

Do you know, just before he died,

he took me out into the garden when Mom was out somewhere,

and he looked at me with this really quizzical look and said

"what's it all been about?"

He was about to die and his whole life had been

essentially meaningless.

- He experienced love, with you and your mother.

- Did he?

I don't know whether my parents were really in love.

I mean, they got on okay but,

is anyone ever really in love?

Are we?

- I am.

(moody saxophone music)

(upbeat rock and roll music)

I'm gonna get some drinks to start with.

- Yeah, I'm happy with tea. - You're happy with tea?

- Yeah. - Okay.

What do you want to eat?

- Um, what do I want?

Herrings on toast.

- Are you kidding? You hate herrings.

- No, I know, I'd just like to try them today.

- [Partner] Okay.

- Can I have some water?

Can still taste those herrings.

I should have had scrambled eggs.

Why didn't you stop me?

- It's hard to get through to you.

You seem to be preoccupied or something.

- Mm, I'm sorry.

Just ignore me.

Dad's death has upset my balance, I think.

I feel really unsettled.

It's like I need to let loose, do something crazy.

- Like what?

- I don't know.

Get on a Harley-Davidson and ride off into the sunset?

(both chuckle)

Go somewhere completely different.

Have wild sex with someone.

- I like the last idea. (Amanda chuckles)

- I don't mean us, or you.

We know each other too well.

- Are you unhappy with our sex life?

- No.

No, we make love beautifully, I love the way you touch me.

It's okay.

It's just that sometimes it would be great

to experience something else.

Don't you ever wanna make love to someone else besides me?

- You mean have an affair behind your back?

- No.

Oh, I don't know.

Just ignore me, I'm raving.

(lively rock music)

- [Partner] You were egging him on.

- [Amanda] No, I wasn't, I was just dancing.

- Do you wanna break up?

- I don't know.

I don't know what I want.

Do you wanna break up?

- No.

But I don't wanna put up with this shit.

- Look, I know I'm being difficult.

I don't know what I'm feeling.

I still love you, I just want something else.

I don't know what.

Hey.

Come here.

Do you wanna make love?

- What, here?

- Let's be reckless.

(jaunty flamenco music)

- [Man] See anything you like?

- Sorry, I was just, uh...

- Being nosy?

- Yeah, I guess.

- I get nervous when I see people around my Jeep.

I've had things stolen before.

Look, I've gotta go.

I'll see you around, perhaps.

- Are you still unhappy?

- No.

What do you mean?

- You said the other day you were feeling unsettled.

- Don't worry about it, it'll pass.

- You shouldn't repress your feelings

just 'cause it's gonna hurt someone.

I'm glad you feel free enough to be honest with me.

I mean about wanting to experience someone else physically.

I understand your feelings.

It's just I get a little jealous when I think about it.

Imagining you with another man.

- [Amanda] Well don't think about it.

- It's hard not to.

'Cause I know you are.

It just doesn't seem to work,

when I actually picture a particular person.

Like that guy at the club last night?

I didn't like him at all.

- I didn't like him, either.

I was only having some fun.

He was a bit of a jerk, actually.

When I told him I was with you,

he asked me to meet him down on the beach later.

- He what?

He asked you that and he hardly knew you?

Jesus, that makes me angry.

I'd never have the courage to ask a girl to meet me for sex

five minutes after meeting her.

Particularly if she's with someone.

I'm amazed.

Did you think about going?

- Maybe.

Then no, not with him.

- But with someone else? - I don't know.

If I was really drunk and you'd pissed me off enough, maybe,

but I don't think so, though.

- If you ever do anything like that,

and I'm not suggesting you should,

tell me about it, won't you?

Don't want any secrets between us.

Everything out in the open.

No lies, okay?

- Don't worry, I'm not gonna do anything.

And anyway, you've had twice as many lovers as I've had.

- So what?

You think I should just step aside while you catch up

and have half a dozen different men in a row?

- Maybe.

- No way. - What about all at once?

Get it over and done with, then we'd be equal.

(partner chuckles)

- You know what that'll make you?

- A slut.

A gangbanger.

- Where do you come up with all this language?

I thought you were a sweet girl.

- No, I'm insatiable.

- (laughs) Ow!

- Can't you take it?

- You're a bitch.

(both laugh)

- Hey.

- Hey, there.

- Are you gonna come down for a swim?

- Just wanted to finish this, I'm almost done.

(Amanda tuts and whines)

- Okay. - I'll come down later.

Promise. - Okay.

(groovy rock and roll music)

- [Man] Do you need a lift?

- The beach is only 10 meters away.

I'll walk, thanks.

- Do you mind if I walk with you?

- No.

- You live around here, I suppose.

- Sort of, just for the summer at my parents' beach house.

What about you? You sound foreign.

- Yeah, I'm from New York.

- This must be quite a difference.

- Compared to New York?

This is paradise.

- I don't know, New York's great.

- It's got its attractions.

I'm from Los Angeles, actually.

I'm a West Coast boy, I love the ocean.

- You're staring.

- [Man] I'm sorry.

You're very beautiful.

I'd like to paint you.

- Are you an artist?

Or a perv?

- Perv, does that mean sleaze?

Never used that term before.

- It's Australian for men.

Well, some of the time.

- I suppose both, but mostly an artist.

Would you like to go for a swim?

- Okay. - To the point?

- I've never swam that far before.

- It's okay, I'll take care of you.

I swam there the other day, there's some beautiful caves.

- You what?

- [Amanda] You told me to be honest.

- I don't believe you.

We only had the conversation last night

and you've been with somebody already?

- [Amanda] I didn't know it was gonna happen.

- I don't understand, how could you do it so soon?

What, have you got guys stacked up, waiting for your signal?

Jesus Christ, it's a wonder you didn't jump out of bed

last night and drive to the nearest army camp.

Who was it?

- You don't know him. - Oh, that's comforting.

At least it wasn't one of my friends.

Where did you do it?

- In a cave out at Blanch Point.

- In a cave at Blanch Point?

And how did you get out there? - We swam out there.

- You swam out to Blanch Point?

I don't believe you.

You hate swimming out of your depth.

You're afraid of sharks!

I've tried to get you to swim out there before

and you're always too scared.

- I told you, I was feeling reckless.

And anyway you should be happy that I'm overcoming my fears.

- Should be happy that you're meeting men on the beach?

That you swim out to have sex in a cave

with a complete stranger?

I should be happy that you're not only an Olympic swimmer,

you're an Olympic rooter as well.

Who was this guy?

- [Amanda] His name is Michael, he's from America.

- Do you wanna be with him?

- No.

I wanna be with you.

And him.

- Okay, so you wanna be with me,

but you wanna screw him?

Screw you.

- (sighs) So much for honesty.

(downbeat rock music) (background chatter)

- [Squeaky Voice] Who's a pretty boy?

- Hey.

Hey, there.

- Hi. - Hello.

You're a little cutie, aren't ya?

- Want a scratch? - (chuckles) No.

See you later. - How are you today?

- [Amanda] See ya.

(knocks)

- Hey. - Hey.

- Come in.

Didn't expect to see you so soon.

- Neither did I.

- Could I get you a drink?

What do you want?

(downbeat rock music)

- [Woman] It's nice here, isn't it?

- [Amanda's Partner] I guess.

- Oh, you're in a grumpy mood, then.

Perhaps I should leave you alone.

I've seen you here before,

with that beautiful short-haired woman.

This is the first time I've seen you alone.

So where is she tonight?

- I don't know.

Don't really care. (woman laughs)

- My name's Briana.

- Tom.

- Nah, I think I'll call you sourpuss instead.

- [Tom] Look, do what you like.

- Okay.

Would you like to come back to my place?

- Do you remember that day at the Star of Greece?

You were with someone.

Is that your boyfriend?

- Yeah.

- Does he know about me?

- Yeah.

- He doesn't mind?

- He's very understanding.

See ya. - See ya.

- This is not gonna work.

- Why not?

- 'Cause it's making me ill.

I don't wanna share you.

Is he better than me?

- What do you mean?

- Is he a better lover than me?

- He's different.

- Are you falling in love with him?

- I don't know, I think it's just sex.

- Do you enjoy it?

- Oh, don't torture yourself.

- Being honest, you said.

Just wanna know if you enjoyed yourself.

- Yes, lots.

- Can he make you come? - No, not yet.

But he probably will.

- Do you want me to leave?

- It's up to you, do you wanna go?

- No, what's the alternative?

- I'm sorry.

I don't wanna hurt you.

I don't know why this is happening, it just is.

I don't want you to go.

- [Bird] Hello!

- Hello, Baxter.

- Who's a pretty boy?

Want a scratch?

- You want a scratch? - Want a scratch?

- Want a scratch?

Ow!

You little bastard. (Baxter laughs)

- [Baxter] How are you today?

- Hello, you must be Tom.

- How'd you know?

- I saw you at the Star of Greece with Amanda.

Would you join me for a beer?

I suppose you're here to talk about Amanda.

- I guess.

- I gather she's told you about us?

- Yeah.

- Look, I don't wanna come in between you guys.

I like Amanda a lot, but I'm only here for the summer.

I'll step aside if you prefer.

- No, perhaps that's what I should do.

(Michael chuckles)

- You Australians are so odd.

I never thought I'd be in a situation like this.

- Well, I was actually coming here to fight you.

I was hoping you'd be a real bastard.

I also thought you might be a bit smaller

than you actually are, you work out a bit, don't you?

- No, I swim a lot,

but I get most of my exercise out at the quarry.

- Where? - The sand quarry behind town?

I got a couple of commissions from the New York Art Gallery.

- Is that one of your pieces?

- [Michael] Yeah.

- Wow, that's great.

- You what?

You went to see Michael?

- Yeah, I like him, he's an interesting guy.

- What did you talk about?

- About his home in New York, his family, background,

why he became an artist.

Oh and how he got the commission to come out here.

Probably stuff you already know, though.

- What commission?

- Jesus, Amanda.

How do you spend your time with Michael?

Is your tongue in his mouth the whole time?

Have you discussed anything with him?

- This is getting weird.

- Oh, he invited us out to the quarry tomorrow

to see his work site.

- The two of us?

Together?

- Is this a problem?

- I'm not sure.

- We said we'd be honest, remember?

Everything out in the open.

I mean, if you're gonna be screwing someone other than me,

I'd rather it be someone I know and like.

This way I don't feel so bad about it.

In fact, it could be fun.

("Ave Maria" by Giuseppe Verdi)

- The actual structure pressed against the wall.

The sand, pressed powder against the rock, set up.

Very beautiful, the ochre here is awesome.

- Is that to get nails in there to keep it from--

- Yeah, it keeps it, blows off.

(horn honks)

This is some of the best ochre in Australia.

Here, look at this.

These sands were deposited about 60-million years ago.

Probably the result of river flow, washing down sediment.

And this layer shows a rougher on the Earth's surface,

up to this peaceful time shown by this brown layer.

Look how beautiful the colors are.

Some of the best ochres will be outside of the rock.

I don't know why that is.

Okay, guys, get this scaffold right back.

Careful, grip, careful.

Okay slowly, guys.

Slowly.

- It's beautiful.

- This will seem strange to you

'cause everything will be upside-down.

In the northern hemisphere, the Scorpion constellation

would look completely different.

- Oh yeah, there, I see it.

- It's 'cause here in the antipodes,

we're hanging off the Earth upside-down.

- Hm, that's so interesting.

- [Amanda] It's ready.

Come and get it.

- I haven't had a home-cooked meal in six weeks.

This looks great.

Actually, I lie, I left home about three years ago.

It was the end of my balanced meals.

- This is from the local vineyard, this one.

- Looks terrific, Amanda. - It does look really good.

- To art, nature, and the three of us.

- Cheers.

(jazzy piano music)

- What are you doing down here?

- I thought I'd finish this.

- Why are you doing it now?

It's past midnight.

- I thought you might like to be alone with Michael.

Didn't wanna get in the way.

- He felt the same way, he's left.

He thought he was coming between us.

Hey, I know this is confusing.

I don't understand it myself.

Gonna come to bed?

(groovy rock and roll music)

- [Tom] Two beers and a vodka orange, thanks, mate.

- No worries, mate.

- Hello, sourpuss.

- Hello.

- You seem a lot happier tonight.

Does that mean I have a chance to lure you back to my place?

- Sorry, Briana, I'm with Amanda tonight.

- Oh, well.

There's no harm in asking.

(lively rock and roll music)

Hi.

You're a friend of Tom's, aren't you?

- Yeah.

- I've never seen you here before.

- No, it's my first time.

- Why don't you come and join us?

I'm sitting over there with some friends.

- I'm sorry, I'm with someone tonight.

- You, too?

Who?

- That short-haired girl.

- Amanda?

- Yeah, look you're very cute, maybe some other night.

- No luck?

- What has that bitch got?

(moody atmospheric music) (hushed chatter)

- Kiss him.

- What?

- I want you to kiss Michael.

- I can't believe we've done this.

- And I thought the Galaxy was mind-blowing.

(moody saxophone music)

(crowd laughs)

(crowd laughs)

- Something doesn't feel right.

- What?

- This is too good to be true.

I'm worried that I don't feel guilty

about what it is that we're doing.

- Well maybe it's 'cause you're absolute slut,

and never realized it before.

'Cause you were always trying to be a good girl,

but now you're at peace with your inner-depraved-self.

(Amanda chuckles)

- Oh, and you say you love me?

- Oh, I do.

But love's built on honesty and acceptance.

I love you, even though you're a tramp.

- Michael, do you think that I'm a slut?

- There's no such thing as a slut.

Only those who enjoy their sexuality and those who don't.

I know what I prefer.

- Crawler.

- I always imagined this to be far more traumatic.

Emotionally, I mean.

It feels normal.

Completely normal.

- Yeah, it's amazing.

I always thought I'd be more jealous.

It's the opposite.

I like seeing you with Michael.

What does that make me?

- A masochist.

- A voyeur.

- A pervert.

- [Michael] A rude young man.

- Why's there so much negativity

attached to sexual enjoyment?

Truth is, I like watching you two make love.

It's beautiful.

- I feel the same way when I watch you two.

- Steady, boys.

Don't want you fighting over me.

- No problem with that.

There seems to be plenty to go around.

- Hey, don't you get tired?

- That's the funny part.

I feel like I'm alive for the first time in my life.

I have only one regret.

If I'd known it was this good, I would have started earlier.

(smooth jazz music)

(hushed chatter)

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

(phone rings)

Hello? - It's me.

Oh hi, Mom. - Hi, darling.

I've been thinking of you, have you been okay?

- Yeah, I've kind of been sad.

But now I feel sort of resigned.

Dad's dead and I miss him a lot, what can you do about that?

- [Mother] I know, I'm surrounded by memories of him.

Everything seems so empty.

I took his clothes to the Salvation Army the other day.

I cried so much, but I had to give them away.

They were just there in the wardrobe, it was like he was

going to come in any moment and put them on.

- Do you want me to come home?

- [Mother] No, no, I'll be alright.

I'm just worried about you.

Is Tom okay? - Yeah, he's great.

He's been really understanding.

Don't worry about us, we'll be fine.

- Are you falling in love with Amanda?

- Love.

What is that?

I love my work, I love nature.

It's too dangerous to love people.

They always let you down.

It's best just to keep your distance.

Love's an illusion of merging yourself with someone else,

but it's not true.

In the end we're all separate people.

The illusion will always be shattered.

I'm destined to be alone.

- Why do you think that?

- My mother died when I was nine.

She was killed in a car accident.

One minute she's there, then she's gone.

No explanations.

No goodbyes.

Death is brutal.

There's no respect for us.

I pity the poor souls who pretend there's a god,

that somehow we're special,

when all around us, death constantly reminds us of how

insignificant we are.

I believe in myself.

That's all there is.

Just live this brief meaningless existence,

find as much pleasure and enjoyment as you can,

then you die.

There's nothing afterwards.

- I remember Dostoevsky expressing a similar feeling.

He woke up one day and suddenly

didn't believe in god anymore.

Suddenly there was no meaning to life and

he stopped working.

This apparently went on for a couple of years until he

convinced himself that god existed.

Only then could he continue writing.

- Do you believe there's a god?

- Not in a conventional religious sense.

I mean all that crap about virgins

and rising up from the dead.

(chuckles) No.

When I look at the stars,

the absolute immensity of creation,

I mean like the sheer size and number of stars,

it overwhelms me.

There must be something to all this.

- (sighs) Okay, Mom.

Love you. - Love you, too, darling.

Bye bye. - Bye.

Mom's missing Dad.

Natalie?

Hello?

- Oh great, man.

- Just down on this one here?

- Yeah, just fill it in to the edges.

- Here.

- Thank you.

I hope everything goes well for you.

- I'm sure it will, it'll work out fine.

See you in a month? - Yeah, see you in a month.

- Okay, bye. - See you later.

Oh, hello.

How long have you been here? - About 15 minutes?

- So, are you here for a massage or a visit?

- Both, and some free advice.

- Ah, unpaid counseling.

- Mom's feeling lonely and abandoned.

I don't think I've adjusted to Dad's death yet.

Poor Tom, doesn't know how to cope with my moods.

Everything is so topsy-turvy.

But the love-making is exciting.

I've never felt so aroused.

I really like Michael.

He's sensitive and thoughtful.

It's very rare in a human being.

This may sound strange but I think that

my love for Tom has deepened.

He's revealed such a grace,

shown so much faith and trust in me.

I think I'm in love with them both.

Is that possible?

- I don't know.

I have enough trouble loving one person,

or even finding a person to love.

- [Amanda] You've had lots of relationships.

- That's the problem.

How many relationships can you have in your life?

Every time I break up, I go through the pain and separation

from someone I've become close to.

Then comes the ordeal of finding someone new,

someone with whom you're compatible.

Boring dinners.

Mistakes.

Love-making you know won't work out in the long run.

And then if you find someone,

the ordeal of getting to know them.

Finding out their faults.

Or worse, having your own shortcomings exposed.

Having to make new compromises.

And what for?

Just to break up.

The whole process exhausts me.

That's why I haven't been with anyone for over a year.

It's too painful.

Happiness is hard to find.

- [Tom] So you just put a seal on that there?

- Yeah, you spray it right around the edges.

- What do you think?

- [Amanda] Yeah, I'm impressed.

I have a present for you both.

- [Tom] Oh wow, you didn't have to do that.

- For you.

- Thanks.

Oh, it's great.

- Thank you.

Thank you. - (chuckles) Kangaroo.

(lively rock music)

Amanda, did you wash my gray pants?

- I can't hear you, Tom!

- My gray pants, did you wash them?

- What?

- Oh, it's doesn't matter.

(Tom and Michael laugh)

Not in the house.

- Jesus, you idiots. (Tom and Michael laugh)

You're so immature, why don't you grow up?

Look at this!

- It's just a game, we'll clean it up.

- This can't go on.

- Amanda, it's okay.

- Is it?

Is this the way you wanna live your life?

What, I could screw 100 men and it wouldn't bother you?

You are so bloody nice it makes me sick.

And you, I guess I'm just a nice little Aussie fuck for you.

You can go home and boast to all your friends about me.

No ties, no responsibility, no love.

- That's not true.

- Isn't it?

Isn't this just sex between us?

Isn't this just a summer affair?

What could possibly become of this?

We live together forever like three little pigs?

Screw you, and you.

I've had enough of both of you.

- Amanda, come on, you're upset.

- Get out!

Just get out, both of you, I've had enough of both of you!

Just leave me alone.

(moody atmospheric music)

- Sorry about today, I wasn't thinking.

Been enjoying myself so much,

I just forgot about everything else.

- Me, too.

I thought about going back to the caravan.

That's what I always do when things get tough, disappear.

But I'm happy here, I don't wanna go anywhere.

- Why can't the three of us stay together?

- People won't accept it.

- Who cares what people think?

Most of my relatives are divorced or unhappy anyway.

Who are they to talk?

- I mean it's okay now, I guess, while we're on holidays.

What about when we get back to work?

- Maybe we could win the lottery,

then we wouldn't have to work.

- Or Michael could sell one of his pictures for a fortune

and we could share it.

- (chuckles) Don't count on it.

I barely make enough to survive.

- Let's not think about it now, let's just enjoy the moment.

- Oh, I almost forgot!

It's the best one.

I should take it back to New York, but,

I wanted to give one to you guys.

- It's beautiful.

It's amazing.

- Thank you.

- [Amanda] I love it.

- Come on.

Good dog.

Elaine!

- Sally.

Hello.

- I weren't expecting to see you here this summer.

Everyone was really sorry to hear about Jack.

- Thank you.

(lively jazz music) (Water splashes)

- Hello, Amanda?

- Hello.

- Oh, Mrs. Richards.

I'll be back in a second.

- [Amanda] Mm, I am so hungry after last night,

I could eat a horse.

- [Tom] Uh, Amanda.

Yeah.

- Mom.

- Hello, dear.

- This is Michael, he's an artist from America.

- Hi, pleased to meet you.

- And you know Tom.

- Yes.

Nice to see you again, Tom.

- Hey.

- [Michael] Ow, ow!

Ow, ow!

Ow!

Would you like some breakfast?

- Yes, I'll get some plates.

Sit down.

It's nice to see you again.

Why didn't you ring?

- [Elaine] I came on an impulse, I was worried about you.

- You needn't be.

- Needn't I?

- [Amanda] It's not what you think.

- I hope not.

- It's nothing tacky.

- That's good.

- I admit it is a bit unusual.

- What is, exactly?

- Well, Michael and Tom and I have sort of become friends.

Close friends.

- How close?

- Very close.

- That close?

- Yeah, I'm afraid so.

(Elaine sighs)

- I can't say I'm surprised. - Really?

- Everyone's always thought you were such a good girl.

Your father thought that butter wouldn't melt in your mouth,

but he didn't raise you as closely as I did.

There's a recklessness in you.

- Well if it's any consolation, I've been really happy

over the last few weeks.

I think in a way this is helping me cope with Dad's death.

I feel really alive.

- I'm not sure your father would have approved.

- I don't know, I don't even know how all this happened.

Before you judge, please get to know Michael.

He's a really nice man.

I think you'll like him.

- Perhaps.

Anyway, I don't think I can stay in the house under these

circumstances, it might be better if I stay with Sally.

I don't wanna get caught up in any of your goings on.

- It's terrible that you can't stay in your own house.

- No, I've made up my mind.

Besides, Sally would like me to come and spend some time.

It'll be okay, I'll be just down the street.

Anyway.

I can only stay a couple of nights, I really,

well, I really just came to see if you're okay.

- Thanks, Mom.

(jazzy piano music)

- [Waitress] Good evening.

- Hi, table for four for Richards.

- Oh, right this way.

- I understand you're from New York.

- From Los Angeles, actually.

I grew up in Santa Monica, but I moved to the East Coast

to study art in New York.

- I've never been to America, it always seemed too hectic.

- Well New York is certainly that.

You should come over sometime and I'll show you around.

- Yes, well you never know.

I just might take you up on that.

My daughter's not the only reckless female in our family.

(upbeat jazz music)

- Your mom's great, she's a lot of fun.

- Well I'm seeing a side to her I've never seen before.

- She's the sort of mother I wish I still had.

'Cause she died when I was too young,

I never really got to know her.

I wish she was here now.

There's so many things I'd like to ask her.

- Death ends everything, doesn't it?

Just finishes it all.

Just like that.

- You forgot, you promised me a dance.

- [Elaine] I could get used to this.

- [Michael] If you come to New York,

we can go to some great places.

- [Elaine] Thanks for a great night.

- It's been so lovely having you here.

I really missed you and Jack not being here this summer.

- First time in 25 years.

Jack loved this place.

(sighs)

In the end he was just too ill to come back.

Still, we had lots of wonderful memories of

summer holidays here with you.

It was quite a comfort in the end.

- How's Amanda coping?

- She seems to have accepted Jack's death with a kind of

resignation, she's determined to get on with her life as if

nothing's happened, but her and Jack were very close.

I am worried about her.

- I'm sure she'll be okay.

I'll keep an eye on her.

- That'll be them now.

I'd better be off, I don't wanna miss the plane.

Take care of yourself, darling.

- You, too.

I'm sorry about everything, I know it seems crazy.

- Your happiness is all that matters.

I trust you.

- See you soon.

- Bye, Tom. - See ya.

- It was a pleasure meeting you, Michael.

- I look forward to seeing you in New York.

- Well, you never know.

(melancholic orchestral music)

- Are you alright? - Yeah, I'm fine.

He shouldn't have gone.

He didn't have to go.

He didn't.

He shouldn't have left me.

- It wasn't his fault, he couldn't prevent it.

- Yes, it was.

- It wasn't, it wasn't his fault.

- It was his fault, he didn't have to die.

He didn't have to leave me.

- Don't do this to yourself again, come on.

It wasn't his fault.

He had nothing to do with this, alright?

- I miss him.

I hate him for going, I hate him.

- Amanda, you don't hate him, you do not--

- Yes, I do, I do, I hate him. - You don't hate him, alright?

There's one thing you don't is you don't hate him, alright?

- I do.

- This is hard but you don't hate him.

I know that's not how you feel at all.

- Just hold me, Tom. (somber orchestral music)

- [Tom] It's gonna be alright, I promise.

Promise, Amanda.

- Hello!

Who's a pretty boy?

Want a scratch?

(squawks)

Hello, hello!

Who's a pretty boy?

How are you today, how are you today?

Hello!

How are you today?

Want a scratch?

(squawks)

(muffled rock music)

- If you and I were together for a long time, would you

prefer me to die first or would you prefer to die first?

- That's a funny question.

- Well it happens to most couples,

unless they get killed together.

One usually dies before the other.

- I don't really like to dwell on it.

Death seems to come all too soon anyway.

- Well, I'd prefer to die first.

Those who remain living are usually the ones who suffer.

- I'd rather suffer than decompose underground.

Death seems to be a pretty poor option compared to life.

- You are so positive it's depressing.

You'll probably never die.

Probably just your luck that you'll be whisked away by

aliens and taken to another galaxy and granted eternal life.

- Eternal life?

Now that's a bit scary.

Just imagine thousands of years of sorrow

and relationship hassles.

Deaths of your children.

Wars, disasters, personal failures, debts.

Seeing a house you could have once bought for 100,000

now costing 500-trillion, fashion repetition,

trying to recall Elvis songs after 1,000 years,

trying to remember your six-millionth phone number.

- [Amanda] Going on your 10th-million diet.

(Tom laughs)

- Does this feel good?

- This feels better.

- Can I ask you a question?

- Like what?

- Why did you cry when you came?

- I don't know.

Just happens sometimes.

It's not because I was sad, it's actually the opposite.

I guess it's some kind of release for me.

Does it bother you?

- No.

I kinda like it.

It makes you seem like a little lost boy.

- Hey guys, this is Briana, this is Georgia and Martin.

- Hi, Briana. - And Chris and Graham.

- Hey, Briana. - Hi.

- Welcome to the sand pit.

- (chuckles) Wow.

(muffled giggles)

- [Michael] Shh.

(muffled giggles)

- Hello, sourpuss.

- What the hell are you doing here?

(Briana laughs)

- Would you be surprised to know I'm with someone?

Just in case you had any thoughts about us.

- Well, I've had some thoughts.

Mainly concerned with emptying my bladder.

- Well, I guess I wouldn't wanna get

in the line of fire now, would I?

(car approaches)

- Where have you been?

We've been worried about you.

- I stayed out on the beach.

- Why?

- I met someone.

- Who?

- Just a person.

- I thought we were together.

(Michael chuckles)

- Three of us?

I understood it to be a loose arrangement.

- Well you could at least let us know

when you're not gonna come home at night.

- I'm not that sort of person.

I do what I want.

- Asshole!

Creep!

I hate you! (grunts)

Asshole.

Creep! - Hi.

- [Amanda] You bastard!

I can't believe I even slept-- - Spring cleaning.

- But it's the end of summer.

- Get out, don't come back.

- I think it's that time of the month, you know?

- Evening primrose oil.

- Really? - It can help.

- Thanks.

- [Amanda] I hate your painting, I hate your artwork.

- Need any help?

- This is not a bloody motel, if he thinks he can just come

and go as he pleases, he can get screwed.

- Don't you think you're being just a tad hypocritical here?

- I don't care.

Get lost.

- [Man On TV] She pleases me.

Permit her to live in the world of the slaves.

Now I will talk to the wolf man and the mummy.

- [Woman On TV] As you wish, master.

- [Man On TV] She wants us, ah, what do you suppose for?

- [Natalie] And how were you expecting it to turn out?

- I don't know.

Happily. (Natalie chuckles)

- That's impossible, except in the movies.

Hey, did you ever see that old film, The Palm Beach Story?

- The Preston Sturges film. - Yeah.

That's the ending you want.

Of course, the three of them all ended up having twins,

which is quite convenient.

If only you and Tom and Michael were twins.

You could each end up happily paired off.

In fact, it would be better for everyone if you were

triplets, that way I could get in on the act as well.

- I don't know, I think one of me is enough.

I've been acting like such a bitch,

even with my high standards.

- You've been trying to hold onto something beautiful.

- [Amanda] Yeah and hurting everyone else in the process.

- That's the trouble with life.

The more you have, the more you want.

Sometimes, when things are over, you just have to let go.

Nothing lasts forever.

- I think I wanna go home.

- We still have two weeks to go.

- I wanna spend some time with Mom.

- If that's what you want.

("Ave Maria" by Giuseppe Verdi)

- I've come to say goodbye.

Tom and I have to go home.

Cool weather's gonna set in soon,

and we've gotta get back to work.

- Look, I'm sorry about everything.

- I'm not.

I'm sorry about how it's ended, but I'm not sorry

that it happened and I'm not sorry that we met.

- This is my friend Briana, this is Amanda.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Oh, I'm sorry, I think my section's finished.

I just want to know what to do next.

- Okay, I'll be there in a second.

- Okay.

- I wish everything had worked out.

- It did.

Sort of.

I should go.

Hey, I just remembered something.

In all the time that we shared and all the things we did,

I forgot to say something to you,

and it's the most important thing in the world.

I loved, I mean I,

I love you.

I haven't stopped loving you.

- You don't have to say it, I feel the same.

- I've gotta go.

- Goodbye, summer.

- Hello, Sydney.

Hello, work.

Hello, life.

(melancholic music)

♫ Stars hang in the heavens

♫ And everything seems right with the world

♫ I do the usual things

♫ I cook for two and end up not eating

♫ I think my stand is lost

♫ When people ask me how I'm feeling

♫ Well that's all in the past

♫ I can't help thinking who am I fooling

♫ The simple facts remain

♫ But simple facts are full of pain

♫ The simple facts remain

♫ But simple facts are full of pain

♫ The telephone will ring

♫ I hear Shirley Bassey sing

♫ Music breaks my heart

♫ The difference is I want ours to last

♫ The simple facts remain

♫ But simple facts are full of pain

♫ The simple facts remain

♫ Simple facts are full of pain

♫ I miss you

♫ Can't believe I'm one now, not two

♫ I miss you

♫ Can't believe you're gone

♫ Days turn into weeks

♫ Drinks turn into salty tears

♫ Movies play my heart

♫ Echos of you drift in from the past

♫ The simple facts remain

♫ But simple facts are full of pain

- Where's Baxter?

- Oh, they say he died of old age.

(sighs)

But I think he was just lonely.

(Michael sighs)

- [Tom] We're off to Sydney.

(melancholic orchestral music)

- [PA System] Flight 764 to Sydney.

- Back to Sydney? - Yeah.

- Amanda.

(Amanda chuckles)

- [Amanda] What is he doing here?

- [Tom] I don't know.

- I didn't want you guys to leave.

I had the best summer of my life.

I love you guys.

Here's my number, you guys gotta call me, okay?

I love you guys.

- We need to go. - Okay.

(jaunty flamenco music)