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? I just don't feel the same... ?

? And I've never felt that way ?

? You won't take the lead ?

? But you're moving at a different speed... ?

What the fuck?

? ... don't ever seem to understand... ?

Fucking hell.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

What's goin' on?

Ray, where are ya?

I'm just having dinner.

Ray, I'm stuck on a balcony and I can't get down.

I need you to help me.

What are you doing on a balcony?

It's a long story.

Can... can you come and help me or not?

Yeah, all right. Where are you?

Okay, great, great. I'll text you the address, all right?

Okay.

Okay. All right, hurry up, mate.

I need you to hurry, mate. I'm in a bit of a pickle.

Yeah, I'll hurry. Yeah.

Okay. All right. See you, mate.

See you, mate. 'Bye. 'Bye. 'Bye.

'Bye.

? Still don't ever seem to understand... ?

What's that mean?

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Ray!

What's up?

Shh!

I can't get down.

- Why not? - 'Cause I'm scared of heights.

What'd you climb up there for?

I'll explain later.

What you want me to do?

- Come in. Come in. - What?

Have you got any rope?

Whose house is this?

Shhh!

I'll tell you later. Have you got any rope?

Just climb down. There's a ledge there.

- So you've got no rope? - No.

Fuck.

Come on, mate. Come on. Let's go.

So, what am I gonna do?

Climb over. There's a ledge right there.

Come on.

Come on, mate.

Oh, fuck.

Just don't look down. Keep your eyes closed.

Yeah.

Now shimmy around to your left. Yeah.

Keep going. Scoot around.

Keep going, keep going.

- Yep. Okay. Yep. - Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Now take your right foot.

Half a metre, there's a ledge. Put your foot down. Half...

Right foot down. There's a ledge.

Okay. Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

That's it.

That's it. Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep.

Keep going. Keep going. Feel it?

- Fuck, fuck, fuck. - There you go. There you go.

Okay.

Now take your left foot, right?

- Oh, fuck off, you creep! - No, no! Oh!

Oh, oh, fuck! Oh!

Oh, shit. Fuck.

Gary?

What are you doing here?

Bloody perverts!

I'm calling the cops!

Not cool, Tat.

Not cool!

- Sorry. So crazy. - Fucking creep.

I think I fucked me shoulder.

What was that all about?

Tat's got herself a fucking girlfriend.

- Well, I can see that. - Yeah.

Sorry, mate. I just needed to know what was going on.

It's over.

The marriage is over.

How long did it take for you to get over Ally?

Who says I have?

- Oh, great. - You'll be right, mate.

So, where are you staying?

- Darby's. - Oh, Jesus Christ.

Yeah.

Why don't you stay at my joint?

- Nah, it's all right, mate. - In the shed.

Nah, it's all right.

I spent 20 grand, mate, doing it up.

Yeah?

Mate, it looks like the fucking Taj Mahal.

Huh!

Go to Darby's, grab your stuff.

Come over.

- Yeah? - Yeah! Bloody oath, mate!

See you soon.

Yeah, okay.

- Thanks, mate. - No worries.

- Welcome aboard. - Thank you.

Here he is!

Rafael, Ray.

- How you going, mate? - I'm good, mate.

- How are you? - Yeah, good.

- How you doing? - Good to see you, yeah.

- Pull up a pew. - Thanks, mate. Cheers.

This is for you.

- Oh! - Bit extra in there for you.

Oh, lovely, mate, thank you. Oh!

You want a drink?

Uh, scotch on the rocks, thanks, love.

- Sure. - Thanks, love.

So...

... how'd it go down?

What's that?

Tran.

Oh, Tran. Uh, I just napalmed him.

Yeah.

- What? - Prison napalm.

Oh, okay. Uh, so you get a cup.

You throw some jam in it.

Boiling water. Mix it up.

Boom.

So it sticks to the skin!

- It sticks. - Mmm. Mmm.

Melts all the skin off.

Oh!

Ohh!

- Oh, that's beautiful. - Mmm.

- Wow! - Effective, yeah.

Here. Try this.

- What's that, mate? - Caviar.

Yeah, I think I'll...

- I think I'll pass on that. - You don't like caviar?

Uh, never... never tried it, to be honest.

You know, there's a reason it's so expensive, bro.

- Why's that? - Because it tastes fuckin' delicious!

- I wouldn't know, mate. - Really?

- There you go. - Thanks, love.

- Mmm. - Mmm!

You kidding? Good?

Mmm!

So...

- I've only got a small crew. - Yeah.

- But I'm looking to upsize. - Mmm.

Would you be interested in coming on board?

Yeah, I'm not really a join-a-crew kinda guy.

You know what I mean?

But, uh... you know, I appreciate the offer.

- Yeah. - You know, no offence.

But yeah, I'm more of a...

I prefer to freelance.

Fair enough.

Yeah, fair enough.

I might have some delivery work for you, though, if you're keen?

Mate, whatever you've got, throw it at me.

Anything you won't do?

Mate, if the money's right, I'll fucking do anything.

- He'll do anything! Ooh! - Yeah.

- Whaaah! - Yeah.

Oh, mate, that's great. He's great.

Excuse me.

Here, yeah, Freddy.

Try that. Yep?

Yep.

Yep.

Go on.

Yep. Okay. Done.

- How'd you go with that? - Yeah, loved it.

Really? You liked it?

- Yeah, it's delicious. - Yeah?

He didn't like it.

- He hates it. - He fucking hates it!

I don't hate it.

- I don't hate it. I like it. - You fucking hate it!

- No. - Just admit it.

You can say you hate it, mate.

Cheers, Ray.

Cheers, mate. Beauty.

Good to see you, mate.

Why don't you buy some weed killer?

Mmm, I like to pull them.

How's Her Highness?

She's good.

- Mmm? - She's got a boyfriend.

A what?

You don't know what a boyfriend is?

She's 12.

Yeah, I know how old she is. They don't kiss or anything.

So, what's the point?

Anyway, she doesn't want you to know, so don't say anything.

Uh-huh. Speak of the devil.

So I booked a lane at 2.

Bowling?

- Yeah. - I don't wanna go bowling.

- Why not? - I'm 12.

So, what do you wanna do then?

Just chill.

So, what's been happening?

Good.

Okay, let's go.

- 'Bye, sweetie. - 'Bye, Mum.

- Hey, Dad? - Yeah?

How come Uncle Gary's staying here?

He split up with his wife.

He got divorced?

Separated.

What's the difference?

Um...

Well, 'separated' is kinda like you're not divorced yet,

but you don't live together.

How come people get divorced, then get married again?

Um...

You know, they meet somebody else,

fall in love, you know?

Are you ever gonna get married again?

Yeah, if I meet the right person, maybe.

I don't know. I've never been lucky in relationships.

Why?

Some people are, some people aren't, you know?

I think I'm just destined to be on my own.

I'm not gonna get married.

Mmm? Well, you don't have to.

I'm just gonna have lots of boyfriends.

Mmm.

Do what you want.

Soon as you turn 30.

30?! I'm not waiting till I'm 30. I'll be old.

Oh.

29 then.

Oi!

Holy...

It's a baby.

Well, I didn't wanna say anything

just in case you got fat.

Thanks. That's good of you.

How far along are ya?

Um... 18 weeks.

- Wow. - Mmm.

Boy? Girl?

Uh, we don't wanna know.

- Fair enough, yeah. - Did you know with Brit?

Uh, well, I had to...

I had to know, so...

Yeah, you don't like surprises,

- do you, Ray? - No, certainly don't.

- How is Brit? - Yeah, she's good.

You know, 12 going on 20.

I miss that kid.

Yeah, she misses you too, so...

How's Brucey?

Um, Brucey passed about, um, three months after we split up.

- Fuck. I... - So, yeah.

Uh... shit, um...

- Sorry. - Oh, look, no.

Look, it's for the best. I mean, you know, he was...

You know, he went downhill pretty quick and he wasn't happy.

So, you know, it was...

It was for the best, I think.

Yeah.

So, what about you? You... you happy?

You look happy.

- Um... yeah. - Yeah?

Yeah, no. Yeah, I am.

- I'm happy. - That's good.

Are you happy?

I'll get there, you know?

I gotta...

- Hey. - Oh, your lift.

All right, well, good to see you.

- Yeah! - All right.

I'm glad you're happy, darling.

It's all I ever wanted.

All right?

Take care of yourself.

Yeah, you too.

Hey.

- All good? - Yep.

What happened this time?

- Hey! - Hey.

What's up?

Not much.

What's up with you?

Same old shit.

Who are you?

I'm Adrian.

... of teaching science. Pay attention, please!

Feet off the table, please, mate.

What?

Feet off the table.

There's no need to panic.

Thank you.

We had different styles

and my solo career was...

And when he did paddle away,

I sat there holding Finlay tight.

We both yelled, "'Bye, Daddy."

And waved to him. "See you in New Zealand, Daddy."

Hello?

Mr Ray Shoesmith?

Who's this?

I'm calling from Crawley Police Station.

We've got your father down here.

Righto. I don't really have much to do with him, so...

Well, we need a relative

to come in and pick him up, I'm afraid.

So, if you can do it, we'd appreciate it.

Okay. All right.

See ya.

Shit.

I've been shivering.

You've got my father in here, apparently.

A name?

His name's Bill Shoesmith.

Just take a seat.

- Ray, is it? - Yeah.

Hey. I'm Constable Rogers.

- Come through. - Oh, okay.

- So, what happened? - Oh, not completely sure yet.

The firies are still investigating.

I mean, it looks like he's probably just left the stove on

and gone to bed.

- Okay. - He's all good, though.

- Yeah. - Ambos checked him over on the scene.

Okay.

- Just through here. - Yeah.

Bill!

- Ray's here to take you home. - Who?

Your son.

My son?

- Yeah. - You're my son?

- Pleased to meet you. - Same.

Brucey?

- Let's go. - All right.

Just over the road there, mate.

This isn't my house.

No, this is my house, mate.

I-I wanna go to my house.

Yeah, I'm gonna take you home tomorrow, okay?

- Okay. - You're right, mate.

- How'd you go? - Oh, all right.

Do you remember Gary?

Are you my son too?

Nah. But I can be if you want.

Good lad.

Sense of humour. I like that.

- You wanna sit down? - Yeah, yeah, sure.

Thanks.

- You right? - Yeah.

You want some food?

No, no. I'm good, thanks, mate.

You know, the coppers gave me some Macca's.

I can't remember the last time I had Macca's.

It was all right, though.

Uh, what was your name again?

Gary.

Gary.

Gary.

You wanna watch a bit of telly or something?

- Yeah, sure. - Yeah? All right.

- That's how you change the channel. - All right

- That's the volume. - Yeah.

- All right? - Yeah.

Oh.

Way back in 1975...

Yeah.

What are you gonna do?

Right on the buzzer. Timed in just in time.

I'll have to call Social Services.

They'll have to come and get him.

Just put him in the shed. I'll go back to Darby's.

No way, mate. He's going.

Mate, I know you guys had your differences

over the years, but...

... he's your old man.

But I can't look after him.

He set his bloody apartment on fire.

You know what I mean?

He needs somebody that can...

... watch him 24 hours a day.

You know?

I... I can't... I can't do that, you know?

- Yeah, fair enough. - Yes, well done.

Anyway, not my problem.

What kind of girl did Madonna call herself?

Drop the...

Mate, you scared the fucking shit out of me!

Did you leave the front door open?

No.

Old man's gone walkabout.

Let's go get him.

You wanna go that way, mate?

- I'll... - Yeah, all right.

Hey, mate. Mate, what are you doing?

I'm burning up. I'm burning up!

I just wanna go home.

All right, mate. I'll get you home, okay?

- Okay. - All right.

Gonna chuck this shirt on you, mate, okay?

Can't have you walking around the neighbourhood

in your... in your birthday suit, all right?

There you go, mate. Come on. Come on.

- Bit hot, were you? - Yeah.

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