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[projector rattling]

[upbeat music playing]

♪ I'm not right all the time ♪

♪ But sometimes I write ♪

♪ In a dialect all in my mind ♪

♪ It's fine if you find ♪

♪ It's hieroglyphic at best ♪

♪ Ingrained in the black of my eyes ♪

♪ Scorched in the sun ♪

♪ For what seems like an endless time ♪

♪ Of time that's endless ♪

♪ Eh! ♪

♪ I start fights all the time ♪

♪ And I know you try ♪

♪ To always be right by my side ♪

♪ You're truly kind ♪

♪ You're a pacifist mostly, it seems ♪

♪ Except when your ass is on the line ♪

♪ Passion provokes you to dive In the well of your endless ♪

♪ Feeling ♪

♪ Feeling… ♪

[chopping]

What are we doing?

It's my wedding.

These capers are all wrong.

But then the groom is worse, so I don't know why I'm complaining.

There is nothing wrong with Lloyd, and there's nothing wrong with the capers.

Olives would be better, but then anyone would be better.

Simon from down the road or that nice Marcus boy.

He was very well put together and he adored you.

He completely adored you.

Marcus is gay!

Well, there you go, gays make wonderful husbands!

And just think, you don't have to have women trouble in your marriage!

There is nothing wrong with the capers.

Lloyd and I, we're going to get married.

And we're having a baby and everything is going to be perfect!

[cork pops]

[giggles]

People don't even like capers!

They're just too polite to say anything. Isn't that right, Lindiwe?

Uh…

Hmm?

Capers? Capers? Capers…

What a controversial plant.

Capers…

Just to be sure, we are talking about capers, right?

[both] Yes!

Oh, OK!

Yeah, uh, no, I don't like capers. I prefer olives.

You see? Even your best friend thinks you shouldn't marry Lloyd.

That is not what I said.

It is, in fact, the furthest thing from what I said.

No!

I love capers.

Thank you!

I love capers, too.

I'll just take these out, shall I?

Hello, Daddy-o.

[groans] Damn! So close!

So, family. Let's get this show on the road!

And…

how does it feel?

How does what feel?

Your first day as Mrs. Tucker for the rest of your life.

[she giggles]

[upbeat music playing]

♪ I'm a fortunate ♪

♪ Fortune teller ♪

♪ I'll make a fortune ♪

♪ Out of ya ♪

♪ Make millions in spoiled fool's gold ♪

♪ Till the feeling grows old ♪

♪ I've stared at the leaves And the futures in tea ♪

♪ It's the past dying To meet with the endless ♪

♪ The endless… ♪

[projector rattling]

[whimsical symphonic music playing]

[phone ringing]

Hey!

[tires screeching]

Yes. Come on!

[tires screeching]

-Shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Shit! -[honking]

Shit!

Megan!

Hey!

I'm making a chicken pie. And no, I didn't put anything weird in it.

-We have to go! -I have to finish my pie.

Megs! Now! We have to go now!

What the hell is going on?

Great, you're here. Now you can do it.

Lloyd, talk to me.

I said, what's going on?

Well, what happened was, is, um…

I made a few mistakes on the business taxes

and maybe ours as well.

And I'm pretty sure… Definitely… Definitely sure ours as well.

And by "a few mistakes," I mean I didn't actually do them, ever.

So now the Revenue Service is coming,

and if we don't leave right now, we're going to jail.

We're gonna go to jail.

The Revenue Service is coming to take us to jail?

Yes.

Where is Devan? Why would you leave Devan behind?

He's at school.

Let's go get him then!

-Come on, come on. -OK.

Lloyd, wait a minute.

-Let's go. Let's go. -Let's just take a minute.

Lloyd, hold on. Lloyd! Hold on!

Maybe we shouldn't do this.

People make mistakes,

and they'll understand if you explain to them what happened.

[Lloyd sighs]

Please?

Don't worry.

-[bluesy folk song playing] -…made amazing music that…

[teacher] Uh, hello?

Can I help you?

♪ Amongst the thistle ♪

♪ I caught sight ♪

♪ Of a wandering flower of the night ♪

♪ Lost in the willows ♪

♪ By the lake ♪

♪ Oh, how my whole heart… ♪

[woman] 10111. What's your emergency?

That's my dad.

♪ To be loved ♪

I'm his dad.

Let's go.

-[students cheering] -♪ All my life ♪

♪ Wishing for someone ♪

♪ To ignite ♪

♪ The true feeling ♪

♪ That I had ♪

-♪ I think they call it… ♪ -Come on!

♪ …the blues ♪

♪ Maybe you were too young to notice ♪

♪ Your kind eyes ♪

♪ Lost in the wilderness ♪

♪ Caught up in the blues ♪

-[song continuing] -[dialogue muted]

-[song continuing] -[dialogue muted]

[song fading]

I'm at a police station.

Can you come fetch me, please?

What did they get you for?

I'm not exactly sure.

-[man] Mrs. Tucker. -Yes.

This way.

Thank you.

[indistinct chatter over police radio]

[Lloyd] Devan.

I can explain.

Look, Dev, I'm gonna have to go away for a while.

Just for a little while. Will y ou look after your mother for me, please?

That's my boy.

Let me just speak to her, all right?

[thunder crashes]

You might wanna sit down.

Look, Megs. They came for me and I ran.

I didn't wanna lose you and Devan. I made a mistake, I let the team down.

-But I didn't want to worry you… -Lloyd.

[thunder rumbling]

I forgave the missed recitals.

I made excuses for the missed birthdays.

-[thunder crashing] -Megs.

I can't forgive this.

Devan in a police station.

But, Megs, I love you!

Don't talk about love.

Megs, please stay. I can explain! Megan?

Look at me, Megs! I can fix this!

Just give me a little time, Megs!

Megan! Megan! Megs!

Look at me, Megs!

[contemplative music playing]

[distant thunder rumbling]

[door closes]

Devan's asleep.

Do you need anything?

I'll stop by tomorrow.

Call me.

Anytime.

[door opens]

[closes]

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

[car engine starts]

[sniffles]

Marga-fucking-rine!

You look like butter, but you aren't, are you?

You're a liar!

[sobbing]

[sniffles]

[sobbing]

[knock on door]

[man] Mrs. Tucker?

Thanks.

Um, the government is attaching your possessions

against the value of your and your husband's tax debt.

Mrs. Tucker, we have all the necessary paperwork so it's all perfectly legal.

Phone your granddad.

And Aunt Linds.

Now, Devan! Now!

You can't take everything. You can't do this to us.

[man] Your and your husband's actions are responsible for this.

I am just the messenger.

You can't take our belongings. We can't live in an empty house.

I'll have to take that too.

Fuck you.

Fuck you!

Fuck you and your time! Get the fuck out of my house!

♪ You call in to say ♪

♪ You just got off your plane ♪

♪ Running from London ♪

♪ Headed for L.A. ♪

♪ You say the city doesn't shine ♪

♪ The way ♪

♪ You always remembered it ♪

♪ When you were younger ♪

♪ You say the drugs don't work ♪

♪ The same ♪

♪ As they fight ♪

♪ To keep you ♪

♪ Sane ♪

♪ You dance in the sunlight ♪

♪ And cry to the moonlight ♪

♪ It's hard to decide ♪

♪ Which one of them feels right ♪

♪ When you can't tear away the moment ♪

♪ Cos everyone's tugging at your line ♪

-[music continuing] -[dialogue muted]

♪ It's hard to remember how you're ♪

♪ Feeling ♪

♪ When you don't have the time ♪

♪ To decide ♪

OK. Welcome home.

The spare room is a bit of a mess,

but, Devan, you can take the couch, and then, Megan…

Come with me.

OK!

Like I said, it's a bit of a fixer-upper.

I miss my room.

You need a hug?

Yes.

Feel better?

Yes.

Will you cry like a little girl if I let go?

-Yes. -[woman laughs]

-OK, you can let go now. -OK.

You can let go now.

[door creaks open]

[footsteps approaching]

Aunt Linds?

Mum won't get up.

Hmm?

[Devan] You need to take me to school.

Oh.

Ohhh.

Yeah.

[upbeat music playing]

♪ You and I ♪

[Lindiwe chuckles]

♪ We've met before ♪

♪ In another time ♪

♪ In another life… ♪

Girl's time!

♪ Through stranger's eyes ♪

♪ I held your gaze in an endless high ♪

♪ In another life… ♪

What?

-♪ I should be so lucky ♪ -Don't.

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

-Give 'em! That's your best? -♪ I should be so lucky ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ I should be so lucky ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ I should be so lucky ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

[Megan screams]

♪ So before we sink ♪

♪ Before we close our eyes ♪

♪ We take it from the brink ♪

♪ Straight into the fire ♪

♪ And trust in this echo ♪

♪ This déjà vu ♪

♪ It could whisper the way ♪

♪ It could lead me back to you ♪

♪ I should be so lucky ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ I should be so lucky ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ I should be so lucky ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh… ♪

[door opens]

[phone buzzing]

[clears throat]

Hello!

Mrs. Tucker, I'm phoning about your husband's case.

Mrs. Tucker, you still there?

[clears throat] Case?

The possessions we attached won't cover the debt.

You took our house!

In this economy, the rand being what it is, it's still not enough.

So… there will be a fine?

No. Mrs. Tucker, there'll be jail time.

Wh-Why am I go going to jail?

Mrs. Tucker, we thank you very much for your cooperation

and that is why I am talking to you.

The facts are damning.

You are married in community of property.

You owned half the business and unfortunately you both ran.

His crime is now your crime.

That's crazy.

Mrs. Tucker. Listen very carefully.

If for some reason when we go to court, you're not legally bound to your husband,

then we could leave you and your son out of this mess.

What?

It will give you a chance to look after your son and to rebuild your life.

I have to get divorced?

There's no other option.

[footsteps approaching door]

There must be another way, I…

-[dial tone buzzing] -Hello! Hello!

[Devan] But they're sneakers. They're supposed to get dirty.

Yeah, so are these ones.

That's the whole point.

No, they're special.

Mum.

Hey! What's wrong?

I have to get divorced!

Otherwise I go to prison.

We'll work something out.

I can't do it.

I'm all alone.

And I have no one to take care of me, and no one to love.

And I can't do it.

[Lindiwe] Devan.

-[somber guitar music playing] -[door closes]

Mother, I've come here to say goodbye.

I'm going to get a job.

So I can take care of you.

What?

I'm going to be traveling as a musician for the circus.

I thought about it.

And I love clowns and animals so it makes perfect sense.

But, honey, you can't…

It's OK, Mum, I'll send money home.

I'll look after you.

Dev, come here.

No, Mum, you can't change my mind.

I will take care of you, I promise.

Who's going to cook for you?

Everyone knows that clowns make the best cooks.

And school?

[Devan] I packed Dad's encyclopedia.

I'm on C now but I can work my way to Z.

Who's, uh…

Who's gonna take care of you?

I'll find a nice woman that looks exactly like you and I'll settle down.

What if…

What if you stay and I'll take care of you?

And I can be the kid again and you can be the mum?

Yeah.

I think that's best.

-I miss being a kid. -[laughs] I know.

[Megan sighs]

[tranquil music playing]

Mm.

Isn't it Saturday?

Yeah. No rest for the fashion pages, I'm afraid.

What is that, um… that smell?

I made breakfast.

Hmm. Breakfast for dinner. Nice!

I want to talk to you about something.

-I want to say thank you for… -No need.

-I need to say… -Nope.

I was just doing what needed to be done.

-But I need to say thank you… -There's no need cos I'm your friend.

That's what friends do.

Anything else you want to talk about?

I love being here, but…

but…

-I need to get a life. -Whoa!

Slow down. We just got you off the couch.

I don't even know where to start.

I could try getting you something at the magazine.

No, no, I want to get my own job.

OK.

Well, just let me know what I can do.

I might need your car.

Take it, have it, it's yours.

In fact, you can drive Devan around.

What is that smell? It is amazing.

I didn't think I had enough to make anything.

-There's always enough to make something. -Ahh!

Mum cooked.

Mum cooked.

[Megan laughs]

Thank you!

-Hey, what's wrong with my cooking? -Takeouts isn't cooking.

[Megan] Come.

-Dig in. -Thank you!

Mm!

[chuckles]

It's hot.

[Lindiwe] Mm, mm, mm…

-Slow down. -[Lindiwe laughs]

[indistinct conversation]

Thanks.

-Hi. -Hi.

Have a seat.

Whew! It's good to see you.

You too.

Look, I know what you did and I forgive you.

[laughs]

You forgive me?

You forgive me?

I understand why you did it.

Not entirely. But the point is, I love you and I forgive you.

And I know you'll do the same. So we can move forward as a family.

How do we move forward, Lloyd?

We have each other.

No.

I have my son.

We're a family, Megs. Why didn't you bring him to visit me?

Cos he's already seen the inside of a police station.

I really don't think he has to see the inside of a prison.

-I'm sorry about that. -I'm not here for an apology, Lloyd.

I don't forgive you.

You made me part of this mess.

I'm going to be charged alongside…

It's not entirely fair what you're saying,

cos if you didn't phone the cops, we'd be free.

If I didn't phone the police, we'd both be in jail.

Where would Devan be?

I can fix it, I can make it better.

No.

The prosecutor called me and…

I don't have to be part of your mess.

I can keep Devan and…

and move on with my life.

But today has to be the last day as Mrs. Tucker.

-Divorce can't be the only answer. -It is.

It is.

It is… for me and Devan.

So…

sign that, please!

-I can't. -You have to.

I won't.

I'm getting out of here and as soon as I do, I'm coming home to my family.

How do you expect me to get through this on my own?

How do you expect me to survive this without knowing that there's anybody

or anything waiting for me at home?

There's no home. It is gone! Everything is gone!

-[keys jingling] -[door opens]

-[footsteps approaching] -[door closes]

[TV playing softly]

Hey!

How did it go?

Fine.

OK, so why are you back on the couch?

Because I'm a rudderless boat.

That's what Doreen says.

Who's Doreen?

Doreen. Doreen on the TV.

The… The TV show.

[TV audience applauding]

The topic was, um…

the game trap.

And there was one of these, um…

these street walkers.

I suppose that's the PC term, isn't it?

She was…

She was, she was stuck in that game, eh?

She was trapped.

For all her life.

All her pimp daddies and her father did was pimp her out.

They were…

in charge of her life.

-You know the whole world… -Hmm.

…the whole world…

is my pimp daddy.

Yeah. OK.

I think we've watched enough B grade television for one day.

[Lindiwe sighs]

[sighs]

I'm just drifting through life…

allowing other people to choose my course.

-So Lloyd didn't sign the papers? -[Megan laughs]

Didn't even look at them! But that's not the point.

The point is I have no purpose.

-Hey. -I don't!

On the one channel Deepak Chopra says to me my life is empty.

And then in the ad break I switch over and Oprah says I need to find my joy.

And then Felicia says I am an empty shell.

Good grief, you listen to Oprah?

She's very wise.

Felicia hasn't been on TV in ten years.

-She never left. -[Lindiwe chuckles]

Rerun for days!

OK, well…

Let's find your purpose.

♪ Listen to what I say ♪

♪ Listen to what I say ♪

♪ Listen to what I say ♪

♪ Stand up ♪

♪ Stand up ♪

♪ Come on ♪

♪ Stand up ♪

-♪ 1, 2, 1, 2, 3 ♪ -♪ Come on ♪

♪ I was livin' without dreams I didn't need 'em, I didn't need 'em ♪

♪ None of this bothered me That wants to be lobotomy ♪

♪ I don't know what agony Everything's gotta be ♪

♪ Aw, come on, what got big ♪

-♪ Come on ♪ -♪ You gotta feel the music ♪

♪ Come on ♪

♪ You gotta feel the music ♪

♪ Come on ♪

♪ Come on ♪

♪ You gotta feel ♪

♪ Feel the music ♪

[elevator bell dings]

[turnstile rattles]

[door closes]

[footsteps approaching]

-[Megan] Hey, guys. -Hello.

[Megan] What's up?

Can I tell her?

Well, it was your idea.

OK. So, um, Mum.

-[Megan] Mmm. -You know you can make great food, right?

Mm-hmm.

And Aunt Lindy has a magazine.

-[Megan] Mm-hmm. -[Lindiwe chuckles]

So…

why don't you two work together?

No.

No, no, no, no, no. She's done too much for us.

Stop being stubborn.

Hear the kid out. He's quite smart.

OK.

I think my mum is awesome and she makes awesome food.

So I bet loads of other kids want their mums to be as awesome as you.

So, why don't you teach them how to cook?

-[Megan snorts] -[Lindiwe laughs]

What could I cook?

And I can't teach.

I tried to teach you when you wanted to impress that guy in Varsity.

-She nearly burned down the digs. -Ahh…

The passion of youth. [chuckles]

But, Mum, you can do this.

-Nuh-uh. -[Lindiwe] Look, it's really easy.

Write a few interesting recipes.

Uh, we'll test it out on our small online footprint.

Small, thank God.

I can… I can do small.

When you say small, how many people exactly?

Well, I mean, it's…

small numbers, Megs.

You know, I don't know, a million views on average.

[laughs]

You… you want me to write a food blog for a million people?

[both] Yes!

Well…

I can't write.

Well…

You can read, can't you?

Well, writing is like doing that backward.

Write about my cooking?

I could teach people like, um…

gourmet, you know, make it easy.

DIY Gourmet.

Haute Cuisine Made Easy.

Oh, I love it.

Have it on Sydney's desk by Tuesday, 500 to 800 words!

Tuesday is in four days!

Yeah, it is.

-Get started. -[Megan chuckles]

[softly] Haute cuisine.

Hi.

Hi, madam. Are you fine?

Yes. No.

I, um… [clears throat]

I need you to taste this.

Taste, madam?

Yes. Just take a bite and tell me what's missing.

We do not taste, madam. We are protectors.

Please, I really need someone else to taste this.

Madam, it seems like you do not understand.

We are protectors, the gatekeepers of the world.

If your dish was in any danger, we would gladly protect it.

I mean, we are trained. [chuckles]

But with us over here, there's no need to worry.

Your dish is perfectly fine.

Please. I really need your help.

Fine. Fine.

But maybe just this once.

And remember, this is not tasting.

This is helping!

Huh?

[sniffs]

Hmm.

Smells nice, madam!

Mm!

Mm.

Very nice, madam.

Thanks. What's missing?

Uh…

Mm-hmm?

[chuckling]

Yeah, yeah. Too salty.

-Too salty? -Mm.

Could be too salty, but I still feel like something is missing.

Uhh…

Some-Something… [laughs]

Of…

[clears throat]

Yes, yes. Of course, of course.

You need to…

to balance the salt out with something sweet, hmm?

How about honey in the sauce?

Oh, no. Too sweet.

Brown sugar?

No, that's too ordinary.

Um… You need, um…

You need, uh…

Yes, of course. I've got it.

You need something that will enhance the natural flavor of your meat.

I've got it.

I've got it!

Thanks.

But this…

If you don't mind, ma'am, I'll gladly guard this with my life.

Protect. [chuckles]

Thanks.

-Hmm! -[feet climbing stairs]

[contemplative music playing]

Very very nice, ma'am.

Do you think I added enough chili?

Or maybe, maybe I should use a milder spice?

What?

Not milder, madam.

You're cooking curry here, not a stew.

I always cooked it this way for Lloyd.

Do you think I should try habanero peppers?

Milder?

-Find the balance? -Hmm.

Mm.

This is perfect, madam.

Don't listen to this crazy man here. I love it.

So it's dry?

It's dry, isn't it? It's dry.

No no no.

Don't listen to this fool.

After all, what does he know about cooking?

Hmm? This is…

so so great.

Hmm?

[quiet man clears throat]

[whispering inaudibly]

OK! OK, OK. Look.

The lamb needs more rosemary.

Not too much. Just a pinch.

Even though I think it's superbly great.

Um…

[sighs]

[phone buzzing]

Hello.

-[Megan] Hi, Mum. How are you? -Oh, hi. I'm fine, darling.

[Megan clears throat]

Can you send me your lamb recipe?

The one I made…

it's not good enough.

I've got a big chance and I want to make the best of it.

[Mother] Devan told me about the blog.

You can't go wrong if you cook with your heart.

[Megan] Not so sure about that.

Nine years of cooking from the heart and…

[laughs]

…I'm homeless.

[Mother] It doesn't matter if the feeling is joy or pain.

What matters is sharing that feeling with people you love.

[Megan] I love you.

I love you too.

Hi.

[Devan] Wow.

[Lindiwe] Wow!

That looks great.

I wish I could stay, but I, um…

have to be out in 15 minutes.

I'm going to this art show, so it's eat or look fabulous.

This smells amazing.

Yeah, it smells really really good, hey?

I wish I could just sit down and eat, but I…

I have to pick out something fabulous yet elegant that…

won't outshine the art on show.

OK.

So…

I suppose I could be late.

You're the boss.

If I could just have…

you know, one small bite.

Well, don't worry, we'll save you some.

Yeah, but one doesn't want the lamb to go cold.

You could skip it.

Give it to Sydney, he'd love it.

[Lindiwe] Hmm.

Thanks.

Eat slowly.

[Lindiwe] Mm!

Mm, mm, mm…

Take your time.

Hmm.

[Megan] Well?

Amazing.

[laughs]

That bad?

The richness and flavor of this dish reminds me of a mother's love.

And that same love of a mother

carried me through the village as a boy

until the village was burnt down

and we had to flee for our lives into the dark jungles.

That… story is heartbreaking.

But I can't tell if you like the food.

Yeah. You see?

You lost us somewhere between the burnt village and the jungle.

See the smile on my face.

It's the smile of freedom and joy.

The smile I smiled when my brothers and I first came to South Africa.

So it's good? [chuckles]

[man] My brother died of pneumonia

and I lost the last member of my family in the world.

Complex but finely distinct flavor

is that emotion I felt when I came to South Africa.

Love…

hope…

and a nostalgia for home.

Bravo, madam.

-Well done. -Yeah.

[Megan laughing]

Rosemary.

Thyme, one egg…

-[phone buzzing] -OK.

Hello.

Um, Mr. Sithole here.

Yes.

Um, we've just set a court date for your husband's trial,

and I wish to inform you that you are still an accomplice to his crime,

alleged or otherwise.

He's, uh…

He's not making the divorce easy. I need more time, Mr. Sithole.

Mrs. Tucker, time is a luxury we both don't have.

This will be the last courtesy call.

[dial tone buzzing]

[somber music playing]

[dialogue muted]

[somber music continuing]

[dialing]

[line ringing]

-[Lloyd] Hello. -Lloyd, I have to see you today.

I'll sign the papers.

I'll sign the papers, but I… I wanna see Devan. I miss him.

Why?

Because I really do love you, Megs, and I just want you to be happy.

If that were true, we wouldn't have this conversation.

-You wouldn't be blackmailing me. -Jeez, I don't wanna fight about this.

You might not understand, but everything I did was for our family.

It was for us.

It wasn't the…

[phone clatters]

[school bell ringing]

-Hey, honey. -Hi.

Got a surprise. You're gonna miss soccer today.

But I like soccer.

Yeah, but I think you like your dad more.

Yes!

-Dad! -Come here, kiddo.

OK, so I got you an escape kit.

And…

We got a tiny little wall camera.

Paper bag so you can carry the dirt to the yard.

And a picture so that you can hide the hole.

That's brilliant.

I mean, with that I'll be out of here in no time.

So this must be the young Turk.

I'm Devan.

Devan. You know, when I was a great hunter in Rhodesia,

my best friend was called Devan.

Best damn tracker I ever worked with.

You… you've got the look on you.

[Devan] You were a big game hunter?!

And I've got the look?

Yeah, it was after I left the navy, but before I took over as night club manager.

Dev, I'd like to speak to your dad alone.

Would you mind waiting over there?

Do you mind?

As my legal representative, he can stay.

How is he your legal representative?

I have had my fair share of trouble with the law, much to my shame.

But as you can see from my snazzy new outfit, I'm beginning to make amends.

I'm fully qualified… if a little bit disbarred.

I love the dice.

They didn't love me.

No, no, he can't.

[whispering inaudibly]

Devan.

[softly] What is he talking about?

Sometimes he takes his role as guardian a little bit too seriously.

Let's sign those papers.

Well, you see, Jonty wasn't very happy with them and he's got…

Sign it.

-I can't. Jonty-- -Screw Jonty!

And screw you. Sign it.

[rhythmical clapping, inmates chanting]

What's going on?

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today

to reunite Mr. and Mrs. Tucker.

To re-ignite the passion of these two young crazy lovebirds.

No. No, no, we're not!

He's just getting to the good stuff. He's been rehearsing for ages.

Love lifts us up where we belong.

Love changes everything.

Hands and faces.

Earth and sky.

Love changes everything.

The way we live. The way we die.

He would do anything for love…

although he wouldn't do that.

He loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Will you just shut up?

There's no need to be rude to Jonty.

Rude to Jonty? Rude to Jonty?!

Please just sign the papers.

OK? Just sign the papers so I can take care of our son.

So you're just gonna leave me here, alone.

We've been alone!

We've been alone, Lloyd!

We've been alone since you got yourself arrested.

-Megs, all I'm trying to ask you-- -No, no.

I can't look at you.

I can't look at you because I can't breathe.

I can't breathe because I'm so angry.

It's bitter, it's huge and it's heavy.

It fills every part of me

and it exhausts me.

You made a joke of my happily-ever-after. You stole that.

Was anything real? Was anything true?

Of course it was, I love you. I love you and Devan.

Do you even know what that means?

Because this! This!

This isn't it.

This isn't love.

Come.

We should talk about dad.

I know you guys are getting a divorce. I'll be fine, Mum.

Good night.

Mum.

Yeah.

Do you still love Dad?

Yes.

Can you at least try to be friends with him? Be nice?

I'll try my best.

-Mum? -Yeah?

We're going to be all right.

Yes.

We're going to be all right.

Nice.

No. [chuckles]

My son wants me to…

be nice.

I'll show you nice.

[laughs]

This cake is my life.

I thought I was nice.

I was nice to Lloyd.

Had a nice… house.

Nice neighbors.

Look where I am now.

Broke and living on my best friend's couch.

And my nice husband doesn't want to give me the right thing

because he loves me.

Fuck you, sugar.

You're too nice.

You need to grow a pair, grow a pair.

Flour.

I don't want flour. Flour's nice.

Flour's…

Flour's nice.

Paleta.

I want paleta. Paleta is nice.

Flour's nice.

[dramatic symphonic music playing]

[Megan] When life kicks you in the balls and drops you on your arse…

you want something that's gonna kick right back.

Chew the hard bits and force you to get to the sweetness at the end.

Life's a bitch, the ending an even bigger bitch.

You deserve the good things.

You can have your cake and eat it too.

Mum. Mum!

[Megan] Mm-hmm?

We're going to be late if you don't get up.

What do you want on your sandwich?

[Devan] I've already made myself a sandwich.

[Megan] Oh, OK.

Uh…

Let me just, uh…

Where's my key? Do you know where…

-[keys rattle] -Ha ha, let's go.

Go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go!

Right there.

Oh! I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. Come, come, come.

Love you, see you later.

Have a good day!

Megan Tucker.

-Megan Tucker! -Ooh!

You are so brave. Such an inspiration.

Uh-huh. I am?

You are. Thank you so much.

I'll see you around.

[man on radio] I don't see it. It's not her recipe, it's not her rant.

My wife loves it and it's amazing.

[woman] It's brilliant. Now you guys know how we ladies feel in the kitchen.

[man] But do we need the rant?

[woman] Would you have tried the recipe if you hadn't read the rant?

[man] Of course not, man, who reads recipes?

[woman] Exactly. Is this woman crazy?

Is she brilliant? Is she both?

[man] Well, let's hear from you guys. Did you try the cake recipe?

-Megan Tucker… -[tires screech]

[horn blares]

[woman] This is amazing.

[man] Let's keep the conversation going. Tweet your thoughts or your own cake.

Hashtag TableManners.

-[woman] Hashtag FierceMag. -[man] Hashtag Don'tBeAlone.

A few edits, my arse.

[Lindiwe] No. What? I thought…

[Megan] How could you do this to me?

Of all the selfish, thoughtless things--

Everyone! Meet Megan Tucker, Table MannersMegan Tucker.

I love your work. Table Mannersis brilliant!

Thanks.

I see you want to talk about something.

Do you mind waiting in the prep area? Sydney, show her the way.

It's fine, I can find it myself, thanks.

I see you found the place.

Yeah.

Just had to ask for the backstabbing bitch that used to be my best friend.

Why are you so angry?

How could you do this to me?

You're my best friend.

And my whole life is on a website.

I'm assuming you're talking about the Table Mannersblog.

Five hundred thousand hits and counting.

It's going very well…

trending across all our social media platforms.

Megan, you're a sensation.

It's not the article I wanted to send.

That had personal thoughts. How could you be so selfish?

Wait a minute. Are you…?

You're blaming me for you sending the wrong article to the online editor.

Of course I'm blaming you!

You run the place! It's on your website!

Do I know what's going on in my monthly fashion glossy? Absolutely.

Do I know what is happening in the online blog? No.

That's Sydney's call and I trust him to make the right decision.

-Well-- -He's very good at what he does.

Your genius published the wrong article.

My personal thoughts are out there for the whole world.

I've got strangers gawking at me in the street.

You know, laughing at my ridiculous life. Have you any idea what that feels like?

Oh, shut up, Megan!

You are actually not the victim here.

You wrote those words, remember?

You wrote them and you sent them to Sydney.

Nobody did that to you, you did it to yourself.

I didn't choose everything.

Yeah, but you chose Lloyd.

You chose to be ignorant.

Who doesn't know where their money comes from?

Who doesn't know where the money that they spend comes from?

-But I had Devan. -Yeah.

And you put your brain on idle.

It's not easy being a mum.

No, it's not. Trust me, I know.

I've spent the last two months being a mother to your son

while you've sat on the couch feeling sorry for yourself.

You don't love Devan.

Wow.

How dare you say that to me?

I love that boy and you know that, Megan.

If I wanted to have children…

I would have.

Strong, beautiful, intelligent, adopted children.

But I'm not the mother here, you are!

And you're fucking that up all by yourself.

I'm sorry.

Get your head out of your arse, Megan. The world does not owe you anything.

Screw you, Linds.

Get your stuff and get the hell out of my house.

You and Lloyd deserve each other.

I'm done.

[contemplative guitar music playing]

♪ I need a reason ♪

♪ Not to go ♪

♪ I got this feeling ♪

♪ Run through my bones ♪

♪ More like a calling ♪

♪ To see what I've never seen ♪

♪ You only get one trip ♪

♪ I like to make mine complete ♪

♪ One day I've gotta choose ♪

♪ Cos sometimes to win ♪

♪ You've got to lose ♪

♪ I need a reason ♪

♪ I need a reason ♪

♪ To take my own advice ♪

♪ I need a story ♪

♪ To make it all seem all right ♪

♪ Make it meet and make it sweet ♪

♪ And tied in a tidy bow ♪

♪ Self-destruct or just erupt ♪

♪ When you've got some oats to sow ♪

♪ One day I've gotta choose ♪

♪ Cos sometimes to win ♪

♪ You've got to lose ♪

♪ Just don't ever make me choose ♪

♪ Cos sometimes to win ♪

♪ You've got to lose ♪

♪ I need a reason ♪

Are we homeless?

Not yet, kiddo.

Mum, it's getting late.

What's the plan?

I have a plan, Devan.

Just…

I need to think, OK?

Can you give me time?

Dev.

-Dev, where are you going? -I'm going home.

Devan, stop.

No, Mum! I'm going home.

Devan.

Devan Richard Tucker, stop right there!

Stop!

Stop.

What's the plan, Mum?

You said everything was going to be OK.

So what's the plan? What's the plan?

I don't know!

Devan.

Devan.

Devan, stop!

Dev!

[door opens]

[footsteps approaching]

This isn't home anymore.

[grandfather straining]

How old are you?

Eleven and a half.

When I was your age I was 12 and a half.

I think it's time you learned to drive. Well, I learned to drive when I was nine.

We Summers start young.

Let's wait a while, there's no rush.

Get him his first tattoo, become a pirate.

Mum, everybody knows there's no money in being a pirate.

-[Megan] Ah! -The golden age is done.

Can I go help Gran?

Are you sure you're tough enough?

I think so.

All right then.

Wait before you go.

-Pull My finger. -[Megan] Dad!

[Devan, laughing] No thanks.

You know I've been working on this car for ages now.

It's older than you are.

You've been working on this car my whole life.

-It's a classic. -It's a wreck.

This car was built to stand the test of time, like you and Lindy.

-Ah, Dad. -OK, I know. None of my business.

This car was built strong.

Sure, sometimes I have to, uh…

take out parts and replace them

or send them to the engineers cos they don't make them anymore.

But even standing still, it's a classic.

It doesn't even run.

Not yet.

[sighs]

But it will.

Today, maybe tomorrow, next year.

I choose to believe.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

You know…

your mum and I made love for the first time in this car.

Dad!

What?

-That's gross. -It was the seventies.

We didn't have a house back then, we just had each other.

That's definite overshare.

This thing with Lloyd, on the other hand…

Well…

not all cars can be classics.

No matter how much we want them to be.

No matter how much love you pour into them.

Some cars will always let you down.

It's not you.

It's just how they're built.

You're getting soppy in your old age.

What? There's something in my eye, man, that's all.

[Megan chuckles]

[Megan] First rule is to do no harm.

And no, vegetarians, this isn't about you.

It's about not doing harm to the people you love.

[chuckles]

Admitting I was wrong is harder for me than most.

I know what to say and when I should say it,

but the words stick in my throat,

tangled in the ropes of my pride and pain.

[bluesy music playing]

So, rather than saying these words,

I found ways to show how much I love and appreciate my loved ones.

-[music continuing] -[dialogue muted]

These ways may be small and almost insignificant, but…

I hope their beauty reaches you.

All of you.

Maybe it's not good enough, but it's the best I can do for now.

I'm sorry.

[Lindiwe laughing]

[Megan] Surprise!

♪ It's a party for you ♪

You saved me when I was in my deepest darkness,

and I didn't say thank you…

properly.

You know if you really were my best friend and you were apologizing…

[clears throat]

Sorry.

…number one, you'd have a bottle of champagne to accompany this apology.

And also, number two…

you would know that I am banting so I…

I can't eat any of that.

No, you have to eat it.

You have to eat all of it. It's my thing.

-What thing? -It's like my thing.

My second Table Mannersblog,

and it's how I say sorry and it's how I show love.

Well, go show love somewhere else.

Did you say… your second Table Mannersblog?

Yes, well…

it's a great opportunity and…

and thank you.

So take it.

I said I can't.

Have your cake. Thanks.

You have to eat my sorry cake!

OK, you know what, I can't,

so please take your sorry cake, pack up your things and go.

You have to eat this cake!

[gasps]

Oh, wow.

Look at that.

[Megan shrieks]

Don't, don't…

-♪ You and I ♪ -[shrieks]

-All right? -[shrieking and laughing]

♪ You and I… ♪

♪ You and I… ♪

Bye.

Don't call us, we'll call you.

-We'll miss you. -Bye. [laughs]

-[blows horn] -Visit soon.

Love you, bye.

Cheers. You know how to spoil a good night.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

-I love you. -Oh…

Don't touch me with your cake hands.

So everything's been set up.

Mmm. There's a tent.

There's a tent.

Kind of a tent.

I thought it was a casual backyard thing.

D's mum, I was in such a panic when I thought you were dead!

I said to myself, "Self, just when you've discovered a star,

they go and pull an Amy Winehouse," but then you called.

You, D's mum, called me, and you know what I said.

I said, "Shame on you! Shame on you, Sydney Luxolo Mathenjwa."

It's crazy, you know, everyone wants a piece of you.

This is not my first viral video but viral food… Who knew?

Come.

-Wha…? Ugh! -Shh, shh, shh!

But it's not even done.

Oh, this food is to die for.

Mmm.

So, we're taking some beauty pics for the blog.

Love the whole mother-daughter angle, how she taught you everything you know.

Ooh, and I love love love the forgiveness post.

Went up this morning and, Megan, you are a sensation.

-♪ You think you know us ♪ -Oh.

♪ But then don't you know ♪

♪ She's the polished show ♪

♪ Our eyes are open ♪

♪ We could take it slow ♪

♪ And just let go ♪

♪ You think you know us ♪

♪ But then don't you know ♪

♪ She's the polished show ♪

♪ Our eyes are open ♪

♪ We could take it slow ♪

♪ As we just let go ♪

♪ You think you know us ♪

♪ But then don't you know ♪

♪ She's the polished show… ♪

To 40 more years!

Oh, good heavens! I hope not. Twenty's quite enough.

I'm not greedy.

[laughing]

-Cheers! -[all] Cheers.

-[Megan] Cheers, you guys. -[glasses clinking]

-We love you. -We love you.

Dad!

[softly] I have no idea…

-[Lloyd strains] -[Devan laughs]

-So it really worked. -Of course it did.

-That escape kit you gave me was amazing. -Yes!

Can Dad stay? Please, Mum.

Take Jonty, get something to eat.

Escaping must be hard work.

Yeah, I'm starving.

So did you really go under the tunnels under the prison?

[Lloyd] Oh yeah, it was a long long long crawl to freedom.

It reminds me of the Great Wall.

Oh, I can't. Technically I'm still in prison.

What do you mean?

So I made a deal,

and, uh, part of that deal was being able to come here to tell you myself.

What now?

I'm waiting for a court date.

There's not gonna be a trial. I plead guilty, I get 12 months.

I'm eligible for parole in six.

So you are free and clear.

Why?

Because awake or asleep, I love you, Megs.

I love you and Devan so so much.

I love you too.

But that's why I have to leave you.

I would've gone anywhere with you.

If you told me it was to protect Devan and our family.

But you didn't give me that choice.

I'm being honest now.

It's too late, Lloyd.

So you're not gonna forgive me?

I forgave you.

It's still too late.

Please just give me another chance.

I can do better than this. All I need to do is for you…

Goodbye, Lloyd.

[blues rock music playing]

Goodbye, Megs.

Can I come visit Devan here?

Yeah, good. He needs you.

This tastes absolutely amazing.

-Mm! -[Lloyd laughs]

[Lloyd] We have to get out of here.

Megs.

You OK?

OK.

I'm not going to jail.

Well, hey, let's drink to that. [chuckles]

Orange was never your color anyway.

You told me it was.

No. Nah, I never said that.

You did. You did.

On my first date with Lloyd, you said I should wear orange.

-We all make mistakes, Megan, OK? -[Megan laughs]

[Lindy chuckles]

♪ Now I know ♪

♪ Now I know, now I know, now I know… ♪

-Bring the bottle. -Yeah.

♪ And I can't be without you again ♪

♪ Take my hand… ♪

[cheering, laughing]

♪ Watching those early days ♪

♪ Watching a little flame ♪

♪ Become a proper blaze ♪

♪ And we cannot choose ♪

♪ In this purple haze ♪

♪ Locked in a lover's gaze ♪

♪ Remembering the love that saves ♪

♪ Hey! ♪

♪ Hey! ♪

♪ Hey! ♪

[upbeat music playing]

♪ You and I ♪

♪ We've met before ♪

♪ In another time ♪

♪ In another life ♪

♪ Through stranger's eyes ♪

♪ I held your gaze in an endless high ♪

♪ In another life… ♪

♪ I should be so lucky ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ I should be so lucky ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ I should be so lucky ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ I should be so lucky ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ So before we sink ♪

♪ Before we close our eyes ♪

♪ We take it from the brink ♪

♪ Straight into the fire ♪

♪ And trust in this echo ♪

♪ This déjà vu ♪

♪ It could whisper the way ♪

♪ It could lead me back to you ♪

♪ I should be so lucky ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ I should be so lucky ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ I should be so lucky ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ I should be so lucky ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ I should be so lucky ♪

♪ I should be so lucky ♪

♪ So lucky, so lucky ♪

♪ So lucky, so lucky ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oooh-ooh-ooh ♪