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You look a bit chilly. Can I throw my jacket over you?

Oh, very smooth.

Oh, I wish we could stay here.

Oh, I don't see why we can't.

Well, I guess we could.

I have a tent. June and Danny the campers.

A camping adventure.

I think we're winning.

Amazing what a little touch-up will do.

You like that view, don't you, June?

Oh, there you are!

Now, you won't forget about those tiles upstairs, will you?

There you go.

Good as new.

Now...

what about that cup of tea?

Yes, that would be... Yes.

Would be what, Mum?

Would be those.

Yeah. Anyway, he does them in about two seconds,

but God help you if you throw them out.

He's going through a bit

of a poo and phallus period at the moment.

Anyway, I thought we could put them

up here somewhere. What do you think?

See you, Mum.

See you soon.

Okay. This will get you all going!

♪ Daisy, Daisy Give me your answer, do ♪

♪ I'm half-crazy ♪

- ♪ Hopeful in love with you ♪ - Come on, June.

♪ It won't be A stylish marriage ♪

♪ I can't afford a carriage ♪

♪ But you'll look sweet Upon the seat ♪

♪ Of a bicycle built for two ♪

Go, Grandma!

♪ Daisy, Daisy Give me your answer, do... ♪

Apple. Ball. Tree.

Apple. Ball. Tree. Apple. Ball. Tree.

Yep. Now, hold on to those

'cause in a moment I'll ask you to repeat them back to me.

Now, can you tell me what this is?

Go on. Tell me.

It's...

It's...

That's alright.

Got something else.

Alright, June.

I want you to try to read this and do what it says.

That's fine, June. You're doing better

than half my colleagues here.

Now, those three words I asked you to remember.

Can you share 'em?

Apple?

Oh, look at you two.

If only you'd spend this much time with Lilly Hutton.

Might stop her from groping the male staff members.

Oh, June, you're so sweet.

You're gonna put me out of a job.

Yeah?

Where... What are the...

Doing another runner, are we? 4322.

4322, 4322.

Uh-oh.

Argh!

Night, June. Try again tomorrow, yeah?

Look at me.

You've got something on the end of your nose.

- It looks beautiful, by the way. - Don't be silly.

No, I mean it. You always look beautiful.

I'm supposed to blush now, am I?

Yes, you are.

Oh.

There you are, lovie.

I've been looking all over for you.

Where the hell am I?

Looks like someone had a bad sleep.

Why don't we get you back to your room,

get you all dressed.

Today is Fun Friday. It's your favorite day.

Actually, Becca, we would rather

you just answered my question.

You remembered my name!

I read your name tag.

June, did you do this?

I'm in trouble now, am I? Did I get one wrong?

It's a pen, isn't it?

Unless it's a trick question,

one of those silly ones doctors always seem to have.

Now those three words again?

Apple. Ball. Tree.

Oh, marvelous.

Well, hardly.

Now that we have established I'm not a toddler, I'd very much

- like to go home. - Just a sec.

June, can you tell me who's in this?

Go on, just tell me what you see.

Well, aside from the old lump in the middle, um, that's...

Ginny, my daughter, who runs the family business.

Her husband Kyle,

who's a venture capitalist. God knows what he's on.

Their two boys, Casey and Lucas.

My son, Devon, who's studying architecture.

He's top of his school.

His wife, Tiffany, who is a scream.

She's one of the Forsyth girls from the property company.

Their boy, Piers.

And that's their lovely home, overlooking Hermit Bay.

Next to the Kobergs, who own all the seafood restaurants.

June, believe it or not,

until today you couldn't tell me what this was.

It's called aphasia,

that difficulty finding the right words.

It's not uncommon with your type of dementia.

The fact that you could remember your entire family

so thoroughly, it's a miracle.

I'm sorry.

My type of dementia?

That photo. Can you tell me how long ago it was taken?

Michael.

Two or three months, I suppose. Why?

June, five years ago you had a pretty hefty stroke,

followed by a series of much smaller ones.

Unfortunately, the result was vascular dementia.

Since then, more or less,

you've been living here with us in this dementia wing.

Five years?

I'm having a bit of trouble swallowing that one, doctor.

Yeah. I know it's a lot for you to process...

And, as I said before, I would very much like to go home.

- I'd like to see my family now. - We're getting hold

of your children right now.

Thank you, Becca. You can reach Ginny at the factory.

June, dementia isn't a disease

that'll just go away.

This lucidity you're experiencing will be temporary.

A few hours if we're lucky.

And the slightest upset

could take you right back to where you started.

So, I know you're not going to want to hear this,

but the best place for you to be right now

is right here with us.

We're not a bad bunch.

Fun Friday!

Oh, God.

Screw this.

Oh!

- Oh, the, um... - 4322.

Thanks!

Shit!

Now ladies, that's $27, thank you very much.

- Cheers. Need a receipt? - No.

- Have a good day. See ya. - Thanks.

Oh, hello.

June!

Would you mind if we headed off?

- I'm in a hurry. - We're not doing a runner here,

- are we? - Yeah, we're hoping to, yes.

- June! - Yeah, look,

I don't know about this. I could lose my job

- and I've got kids, you know. - I've got kids too.

Look where they put me. Now please.

Please. Come on. It's like a prison in there.

The decor alone.

Fuck it!

Shit!

Tough luck, turkey!

June!

So, what did they have you in for?

A crime for which I am completely innocent.

That'd be right!

Well?

- June! - Come on.

June.

Okay, madam.

- Here we are. - Thank you.

Oh, God. I'm embarrassed to say I don't have any money.

No, no, it's all good. It's on me.

Us old ex-cons have got to stick together, hey?

You're very kind.

- What's your name? - I'm Russell. Russ.

June Wilton.

- Lovely to meet you, Russ. - You too.

Who on earth are you?

Olive Wheatley.

Are you looking for Mum?

Oh, my...

Are you okay?

Um... what did you say your name was, pet?

- Olive. - Olive.

Who knows Debussy's First Arabesque.

- You know it? - Enough to know

it's no easy piece to play.

Olive, could I trouble you for a glass of water?

Oh.

Just taking a little tour.

Oh.

I think we just made that crack bigger.

I wouldn't be surprised.

I don't really think you should be in here.

Oh! Oh, you are a treasure.

I'm sorry, I should've told you.

I'm June Wilton.

I suppose you'd say I'm your landlady.

My parents bought this house.

Oh.

Thank you.

That's rather special, isn't it?

Oh, God, that has to be Akira.

Olive, do you think that your lovely mother would mind

if I borrowed this, just for an hour or two?

I think she probably would.

Well, the designer's a close friend of mine.

You could tell your mother

that I'll have him send over something from his new range.

He packages everything beautifully.

Your mother will love it, I promise.

- I guess. - Good girl.

Now, I must remove these rags.

Thank you.

- Olive, you're a gem. - Are you going?

Oh, sorry, pet. Yes, I am.

I have to have a little word with my kids.

Mum! Thank God!

Hello, pet.

You know who I am.

I sure do. You sold my house.

Oh, my God! They said at the home you were like this!

I didn't believe it.

Oh.

I don't know what to say.

Well, that's nothing new, is it?

Now I know it's definitely you.

Oh, my God, I missed you, Mum.

It must be quite a shock, is it?

Mm.

I just had one of those myself, as it happens.

You couldn't wait till I was in the ground?

Oh, come on, Mum. Don't.

Where did you get those clothes?

Actually, we should probably get off their property.

Yeah, yeah. I can walk.

What happened to the Lexus?

Oh, I wanted something more practical.

Hmm. Where are we going, anyway?

I thought we could go back to the home

and have a good catch-up. What do you think?

Don't be ridiculous. I'm not going back there!

I barely escaped.

Well, it's the safest place for you to be right now.

It's what they said.

And you need your medication.

Ginny, are you not listening to me?

- Mum. - Just get in the car, Ginny.

I want to visit Devon's office, and you're going to drive me.

What's wrong?

I'm not sure where Devon's working right now.

Give him a call.

Mm.

He's kind of blocking my number a bit at the moment.

- What? - Ah, it's...

It's just nothing. It's just brother and sister stuff.

Well, that's terrible.

You're family. For goodness' sake!

Well, how long's this been going on?

Weeks?

Months? Years?

Months.

- How many? - Thirty.

Give me your phone.

Who are you going to call?

Tiffany, darling, how are you?

- Is that June? - It surely is.

Back from the brink. How are you, darling?

I can't believe it's you. You sound so good.

Tiff, I'm a box of birds,

but I need to get hold of that son of mine.

Is he at work, is he?

Oh, June.

Um... Dev and I aren't together anymore. We divorced

three years ago.

June?

Um... Yes, I'm here. I'm, um... lost for words.

I... can't believe it.

You've tried his mobile, have you?

I don't think he checks it at work is the only thing.

Well, I expect he's busy with his architecture.

Where is he working, do you know?

I think he's in the Riddiford Building on Cowan Street.

- It's new. - Cowan Street.

I must dash, darling, and I'll try and give you a call later.

We'll have a proper catch-up, alright?

I'd like that.

I don't believe it.

That boy!

- Cowan Street? - Cowan Street.

Well, how's the factory at least?

The factory is great, yeah. It's going really well.

You're avoiding eye contact.

I'm driving.

You know I've always been able to read you.

- How are the numbers? - Oh, Mum.

Nah, we're not talking numbers.

It's that bad, is it?

No!

Mum! God!

Oh, for God's sake!

Is there anything that hasn't fallen apart in this family?

Oh, don't be so dramatic! We're fine!

It's just you've come back

at, like, a tricky phase.

Well, I think I've come back just in time.

To do what, exactly?

You let me worry about that.

Now, after Devon, I want you to drive me to the factory.

I'm not taking you to the factory.

If I want to go to the factory I'll go to the bloody factory!

Yeah? Great. Well, good luck with that.

I can't believe we're fighting already.

Hmm. You could say

I can't believe how quickly things got back to normal.

Two hands on the wheel.

Mum, what are you doing?

Stop. Wait. I'm gonna find a park first.

This is fine, pet. I'll see you when I'm done.

OKAY!

Oh, excuse me. You gentlemen don't know which floor

the architecture firm's on, do you?

- Three A3s. - Yep.

- Fix your hat. - Thank you.

Sorry, madam. Just two secs.

Just gonna send this bad boy

on his way.

- Mum! - Hello, pet.

Well, say something.

I don't have long.

What's going on?

Are you okay?

I'm fine. It's you I'm worried about.

My God! My God!

This is incredible! The fact that you're even here.

You look amazing. How did you even get here?

Has no-one been in touch?

I'm not allowed to have my phone on at work.

My manager's a nightmare, and I'm on my last warning, so.

Oh, Dev. I don't even know where to begin with you.

The fact that you sold my house.

- Oh, yeah. - Or the fact

that you and Tiffany are now divorced.

- Yeah. - Or that I find you working,

you know... What... what is this, a photocopy shop?

We also scan and print.

What happened to architecture? You were the top student.

I mean, you got your degree at least?

Yep. Yeah, yeah. Pretty much.

Devon, you either have a degree or you don't.

- Oh, for God's sake. - Listen, Mum,

- can we... - No, no, no.

This divorce of yours. Is it final?

Well, it's a divorce.

It's just a piece of paper.

Tiffany's the best thing that ever happened to you.

Well, I'm living with someone else now, so.

You didn't tell me that. Who?

Well, her name is Charelle.

- Charelle. - Yeah.

It's like Rachelle, just the other way around.

Okay, this is ridiculous.

- Come on. We are going. - Mum.

I'm not having you working in a place like this.

You think I'm just gonna walk out on my job?

I do, yes. You're gonna tell your manager

she no longer requires your services.

- And take this stupid hat off. - Mum, stop it, please.

- Everything alright here? - Yep.

- We're just browsing, thanks. - Mum, stop it.

Sorry, Steph.

Oh, this is your mum, is it, Devon?

The one who can't put two words together?

Yeah. Well, she couldn't.

- Before. - Right. So, all those times

I let you off to visit your basically dead mother

in a nursing home, what was that?

Um, well, this is her,

but she's just sort of come good.

Haven't you, Mum? Please, can you tell her?

You told her I was in a nursing home,

and that I couldn't put two words together?

Really, Devon,

that is monumentally reprehensible.

And I mean that most vociferously.

Alright, Mum.

Devon, we're gonna have to have another talk.

- Yeah. - Absolutely.

Don't let me disrupt your professional chitchat.

Devon, I trust I'll see you imminently.

Mum, come on.

- I should go after her. - Should you?

- Yep. - Be my guest.

It's been a pleasure working with you.

Alright. Great.

Mum.

- I won't be a sec. - No worries.

Can I help you there?

Oh, thank you, no. I'm fine.

June?

Oh, thank God! A face I recognize.

Oh, this is unreal.

I thought... Well, Ginny told us things weren't great,

but you look pretty good to me.

Yes.

Reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.

Well, where is everybody? Where's...

Di and Tracey and Sven, everyone?

They're gone, I'm afraid, June.

Ah. Ange, there's a taxi waiting outside.

Could you grab something out of petty cash?

Were you after Ginny? I don't think she's in today.

Looks like she's not

the only one. Where's Di and Tracey

and Sven?

June, they've left.

Oh.

Oh! You're gonna have to be more careful with the registration.

This isn't good enough.

It's been happening for months now.

We've tried a million formulations,

had the ink guys in every other day.

What's going on over here?

Huh? Having a little tea party, are we, ladies?

And who are you?

Well, I could ask you the same question.

I'm June Wilton.

Ginny's mum.

Right.

This is a wonderful surprise. I'm Dave Spinner.

They let you out of the home, did they?

You're the floor manager, are you?

No, June, not the floor manager.

Now, I should ask you why you ripped up one of our rolls.

Because this isn't one of our rolls.

This isn't our paper.

Yes, it's what we've always used.

- It's Grand Milano. - If this is Grand Milano

that's your natural hair color.

June, would you mind continuing this conversation

- in my office, please? - Oh, what a good idea.

Where's Ginny's office?

Well, we found where Ginny really shines

is out on the floor.

Ah, lolly?

No.

Grab a seat.

So, tell me. How are we doing?

Oh, well, if I can be honest, June,

things have kind of dipped off over the last couple of years.

Well, maybe you need to give the stockists

a bit more of a push.

How much are Goodby's taking on these days?

We don't deal with Goodby's anymore.

What? What happened?

Tom Gould's a prick, that's what happened.

Well, there are ways of dealing with pricks.

Now, I'm sure Ginny

didn't hire you to burn bridges

with our biggest and oldest stockists.

Well, actually, Ginny didn't hire me.

Her husband brought me in.

I don't even think Ginny knows how to hire someone.

- I beg your pardon? - Look,

when I came into this place,

it was an absolute fucking disaster,

pardon my French.

I'm the one who took over the books.

And I don't know how you kept this place going

- as long as you did. - We kept it going

because we always put quality before everything else.

This is not Grand fucking Milano, pardon my Italian.

This is the cheap crap from Indonesia

they kept trying to push on me.

Now, I know my paper, boyo,

and if I find that you are continuing to pass this off

for the paper we made a name for

I will have you gone before you can blink.

Okay, June.

But before I start quaking in my boots

you should probably know that all that control

that you seem to think that you have over this company

you don't. Your kids took it away.

From a legal perspective you've got about as much say

as that old fella that comes around here at lunchtime

flogging falafels.

Yes!

Ah!

You really are incredible.

Who the hell is this David twit?

No. No, Mum, no.

I am not going to let you spoil this time we have.

Well, I'm sorry, pet, but there are things

- we need to talk about. - No, there aren't.

Can't you just act like a normal mother for five minutes?

I have really fucking missed you, you know.

Come on, aren't you hungry?

Can't we just go back to my place

and have something to eat or something?

That'd be lovely.

Listen, um, the house is like...

It's a bit messy at the moment

'cause obviously I wasn't expecting you.

Don't be silly.

Do you think I care about that sort of thing?

Oh, sorry about these. They're Kyle's.

He's in between offices.

Ah, I know, sorry. We've both been so busy lately.

No, it's not that, it's...

It's the wallpaper. Where is it?

It's gone from here, it's gone from the hallway.

Yeah, I know. Kyle finally put his foot down.

Well, you should've put yours down harder.

Preferably on top of his.

You let people walk all over you.

That's my dining table.

Oh, yeah, I know.

The kids did that when they were little.

It's terrible, isn't it? They were punished severely.

Where's my dresser?

What dresser?

You know the one. In my bedroom.

No, I don't know. Maybe Dev might've taken it?

Well, could you find out? Now?

Yeah, okay, I'll make a call.

Now.

Piers is getting hold of Dev now.

- Are you okay? - Yep.

- Are you alright? - Mm-hmm.

Um, guess what?

Piers is going to come over now.

- Oh. - He's so excited to see you.

He just can't believe it.

You know he's 15 now.

Are you going to offer me one?

I don't think that would be a good idea, do you?

Don't you now?!

It's not chardonnay.

I don't know why you insist on not drinking chardonnay.

So what's going on between you and Devon?

- Oh, look, it's nothing, really. - Come on, Ginny, spill it.

You know I'll find out one way or another.

Yeah. Well, that's true.

But you have to promise not to bring this up with anyone,

especially not Kyle.

Of course not.

Well...

Kyle had access to some money that Dev was looking after

and he borrowed it for this mining venture he got wind of

because they needed some quick capital.

Twenty-four hours later we would put it all back

and no-one would be the wiser, but...

Psst. It just all went to poo, didn't it?

Ginny, that is awful.

And you cannot mention the mining part to Dev.

You know what he's like about the environment.

We told him it was a wind farm.

This is lovely, pet.

Oh, it's nothing fancy.

No, I meant sitting out here with you.

Oh, I know. Isn't it amazing?

I'm just still buzzing

that I can have a conversation with you.

However long it may last.

We're not going to talk about that.

Pet, this factory situation.

- Please, no, Mum. - It's all about maintaining

our point of difference.

Hand-printing has always been the thing

- that we do. - Mum.

You don't have to worry about this stuff anymore.

Oh, don't be silly. I'm happy to help.

Anyway, it's fine

because I've been putting a plan together.

A plan? What do you mean?

You're eating off it.

That's Botanica.

Yeah. What do you think? It's just a sample,

but it would work with so many of your patterns.

We could do mats,

table napkins, crockery, all hand-printed.

I've costed it up. It's really reasonable.

Remember our guy Len in China?

Our China-man? Of course.

Mum, you can't say that anymore.

- But he's been amazing. - Ginny, no.

No, no, no.

Wallpaper, pet, we make wallpaper. Not plates.

This is why businesses slow down, because you lose focus.

- That's not the reason. - But look at you,

wanting to change everything. You're as bad as your brother.

Neither of you knows how to stick at one thing.

Have you finished?

With which, my lunch or my point?

Both.

Ginny, I'm really sorry. You're so right.

We should just make the most of this time that we've got.

Yeah. I'm so sorry too, Mum.

This must be so strange for you.

You know what I'd really love?

Just for us all to be together.

You know, I was thinking, if it's not too much trouble,

we might have an impromptu get-together here later.

Yeah, that's a nice idea.

Ah, that'll be Piers.

- Hello? Aunt Ginny? - Hey!

Oh, my goodness!

Hello, Grandma.

- What's with the limp? - Just bit of a bike accident.

Oh, you poor thing.

You know who I am?

Well, of course I do.

Last time I saw you

I could rest my drink on your head.

Did you have any luck finding my dresser?

Not yet. Dad's going to have a look.

You know, Piers comes to see you all the time, Mum.

Do you?

I made a documentary about you for film studies last year.

Oh, isn't that lovely?

Yeah, it's on YouTube. Want to see it?

Well, actually, that would be terrific.

Perhaps we could watch it

while your aunty goes and gets my medication from that place.

Oh, shit, yes, good point. I will do that, yes.

I do worry about your memory sometimes, pet.

This is June Wilton, my grandmother.

She's the most inspirational person I know.

But, sadly, she doesn't know she's my grandmother.

Hi, Grandma. Say hello.

Do you know who I am?

I am... And all those things.

- What things, Grandma? - All my things.

And... that we were. The way we were,

like that. I...

Wow, well done, Piers, that is very professional.

Right, we have work to do.

Ha-ha, rather you than me. But, Penny, truly,

thank you, for this. Oh, I know he will.

Yep, okay. Bye-bye. Bye.

Yes.

Oh!

♪ Take me in your arms ♪

♪ Thrill me With all of your charms ♪

♪ And I'll take to the sky On a natural high ♪

♪ Loving you more Till the day I die... ♪

I like this. What is it?

You don't know this one?

Oh, Charlie Horse. This is one of my favorites.

We're home.

Yeah, okay, gorgeous. I'll see you soon.

- See who soon, Mum? - Oh, you're back.

What's going on in there?

I thought we were having a nice family get-together.

And we are.

I just thought we could kick it off with a nice family meeting.

Boys, I asked you to get changed.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, God. What mischief do we have here?

Come on, boys. Say hello to Grandma Junie.

- Boys! - Hi.

Screens down, come on. Give her a nice, warm hug.

Big hug.

Hello. Hello.

Hey, gang.

Your mum's here.

- Hello, Kyle. - Hey.

What's going on?

Uh, mum's having, like, a break from her dementia.

- Okay. - Right. Well,

we may as well get started.

Devon hopefully will be here soon.

Kyle and Ginny, if you wouldn't mind taking a seat.

Piers, might as well stick around.

That should be Devon.

Dev.

Come on in, pet. Grab a seat.

Mum, could you please tell us what this is all about?

Well, I guess you might call it an intervention.

Uh, this... Right.

This is not really how an intervention works.

Yeah. You've kind of got the numbers

around the wrong way here, June.

Well, this is my take on it, then, isn't it?

You really are unbelievable.

Look, I'm sorry that I have to do this,

but my time is short, as you know.

I don't know what has happened to this family.

Everything was going so well. Ginny with the factory.

Kyle with all the big deals that you were doing.

Devon with your architecture and your beautiful wife

and the big house that her parents bought you.

You were so happy. And I come back and...

I find this. Everything's fallen apart.

Now there are some bridges that need mending in this family.

Kyle, Ginny, Devon, I think it's time that the three of you

just moved on past this whole mining company thing,

- don't you? - Mum!

You've got to be kidding me!

It was a mining company. Right.

Come on! I just wanna see you all say sorry

- and have a big hug. - Yeah.

Mum, I reckon you've done enough

irreparable damage for one day.

- Devon, how can you... - No, Mum, no more.

You know I pretty much lost my job today because of you.

Pretty much? You either lost it or you didn't.

Everything is so black and white

- with you, isn't it? - You know what?

I wouldn't be terribly disappointed if you did.

It was a ridiculous job for you.

- Thank you. - Anyway, as luck would have it

I happened to be talking to a friend today

whose sister owns a drafting company.

I told her about you, and she'd be very interested in meeting.

Now, it wouldn't be architecture per se,

but I'm sure if you stick at it, you could work your way up.

Mm, yeah,

you don't just work your way up into architecture, Mum.

Well, you certainly won't with that attitude.

Who's that?

Who else is coming?

Oh!

Oh, my God!

You know I only came because it's you, don't you?

And you're absolutely sure everyone's okay with this?

Pet, you are part of the family.

It's very quiet.

Hello, everyone.

Tiff! So good to see you. Let me take that.

Alright. Stuff this.

- Hey. - Hi.

Devon, where are you going?

Devon, stop, please.

Why did you have to come back?

I was just getting my shit together.

Oh, Dev, you had your shit together.

All you had to do was keep going.

You were top of your course, for Christ's sake.

I was top of one class for one semester. That's it.

You never told me that.

I made one comment about a building

and suddenly I'm enrolled in architecture school.

I just gave you some encouragement.

Encouragement, yes, like how you encouraged me

to marry Tiff.

You want to know about your dresser?

I sold it.

On eBay. And I got 50 bucks for it.

And that is the address.

And there's your $50.

I was going to offer to go up and get it back for you,

but I don't feel like it anymore.

And, besides, it's miles out of town anyway.

At least let me give you the phone number

for the drafting company.

Oh, Piers, I'm glad you're here.

Hey, Dad, wait up.

Thanks.

You just never stopped working all our lives, did you?

I suppose you must've thought I never had a life.

You know this is really a job for two people, don't you?

It is.

I'll get my apron.

Do you think I went too far tonight too?

Maybe a touch.

It's Devon I'm most worried about.

Oh, he'll be fine.

He's just had a rough time the last few years.

Mum, there's something that happened

just after your stroke. An accident.

This hasn't got something to do with Piers' limp, has it?

Do you remember the driveway that they had?

Yes.

Well, Piers was sitting in it just behind

that big stupid four-wheel drive they had,

fixing his bike with his headphones in.

And Devon got in in his usual rush...

Oh, stop.

God, it was horrible, Mum.

He nearly lost his leg.

I don't think Devon's ever really recovered.

You know what he's like dealing with stuff.

That explains so much.

I feel like such a fool.

Maybe we should wrap up now.

No, we're not finished.

I thought this was just for fun.

No, my dear, this is for you.

Oh, what?

Mum, we don't... I don't need wallpaper.

You most certainly do.

It's for the living room.

I thought if you reupholstered those couches

in a sort of dark blue-grey to match

and get some bright cushions to lift it a bit.

Actually, I have a thought.

What if we layer this over the top instead?

Damascus? That won't work.

Yeah, it's a bit unusual, but...

They're both too intricate. They'll fight.

Not if I knock it back a bit. Let me show you.

You can't mix such similar patterns.

- Why not? - You just can't!

- It's one of those things. - You and your rules!

Can you just let me prove you wrong?

- I guarantee... - Ginny, no!

Can we just stick to the plan for once in your life?

God, no wonder...

What, orders would've been flying out the door

if you'd been here?

No, I didn't say that.

You know what I've enjoyed most about the last five years?

Not being reminded every single day

of what a fucking disappointment I am to you.

Come on, Mum. We need to wash down the screens.

Oh.

Pet, those plates of yours...

You gonna stay in there all night?

Oh.

Hi, Grandma. Say hello.

Do you know who I am?

I am... And all those things.

- What things, Grandma? - All my things.

The way we were, like that.

I...

Where are you?

Oh, God.

Don't touch it.

It'll start dripping.

Mmm. Isn't this an adventure?

God, I wish you were mine.

I know, Charlie Horse.

Oh.

- This is Tom. - Hello, Tom Gould.

June?

I bet you never thought you'd hear my voice again.

Bye, boys.

Bye, Grandma.

Tell your mother I'm sorry when you see her, will you?

Or you could just text her, I suppose.

Shit.

Later.

Be good.

Hey, boys.

Thanks, Piers, you're a lifesaver.

It's no problem, Aunt Ginny.

You boys ready to go? Let's do it.

Don't pull it so hard.

- I'm not. - You are.

There you go.

- What does it say? - Oh, you can't read?

"Dearest Ginny,

"it's taken me a long time to learn

"what you two both seem to have always known,

"that I'm a silly fool.

"I see now that the best way I can help you

"is to simply get out of your way.

"So, that's what I'm doing.

"I've gone to get my dresser back.

"I will not be any further nuisance.

"PS, I'm borrowing your car."

You know, this place looks good on you.

Oh, thank you.

Must be all this fresh air. It's very slimming.

I was thinking we should look into getting a place up here

one of these days. Don't you think?

Have you noticed that you go quiet

whenever we talk about the future?

Do I?

What the hell is it about this dresser?

I mean, do you know? God, she's a pain in the arse.

Yeah, welcome to my world.

Oh, you drive around looking for Mum all the time, do you?

I do spend a lot of time with her.

Okay. So we're going there.

I'm not having a go, I'm just saying.

Yeah, I'm not having a go, I'm just having a go.

Look, we all know

that you take the more showy, high-visibility responsibilities

with Mum, alright?

And you do all the invisible behind-the-scenes work, do you?

Yes, I do. As a matter of fact, yes.

Oh, yeah? Like what?

Like the power-of-attorney stuff.

- I helped with that too! - No, that's true, isn't it?

I do remember you and Kyle being very helpful

sorting out Mum's finances, yeah.

You know, we've almost put all that money back now.

It just about ruined us.

Well, aren't you two saints?

Holy shit, that's Mum.

Are you sure?

Yes. What the hell's she doing?

Mum.

Are you okay?

What happened to your feet?

Oh.

Where's the car?

We need to get her back to the home.

I really didn't want you to have to come out here

looking for me.

No, course you didn't, Mum.

Devon,

Devon, Ginny told me about what happened.

With the accident.

I can't stop thinking about it. It's just terrible.

Okay.

Will you talk to me about it?

I'm sure it's not as bad as it looks.

Kyle's gonna have

- another breakdown. - Oh, shut up, Dev!

Mum, you have dementia.

You shouldn't be anywhere near a car.

- You could've killed someone. - Well, I didn't.

As far as you know.

And all for a dresser.

Mum, do you reckon you could drive slowly forward

while we try and push it out?

Really?

Mum, whenever you're ready, just nice and slow, okay?

- Roger that. - Okay.

Stop. Stop!

Stop! Fuck!

Oh.

I didn't do that, did I?

Great.

Well, as fun as this family outing's been

I need to get back to the city.

My dresser.

Mum, please, what is it about the dresser?

Look, it's just not especially easy for me to talk about.

I'm done.

The... The dresser was made for me by a man who I...

was seeing when you were kids.

I made a rather terrible mistake.

A mistake? That's perfectly understandable, Mum.

Given everything that Dad was getting up to.

Thank you, but...

that wasn't the mistake.

Ending it was the mistake.

Devon, I don't know if you knew this

about your father too,

- but... - He was gay, Mum.

Of course I knew.

I may be an idiot, but I'm not an idiot.

Who was he, Mum?

Well, it was all very strange.

Your father used to say

I should go out and find someone

just to ease the guilt over all his escapades, I suppose.

But I wasn't interested in the least.

But this just happened.

He was the last person you'd expect,

he was a big bear of a man.

Yeah. And...

the dresser was something he made for me.

Built entirely by hand.

His way of expressing his feelings for me, I suppose.

He was a very uncomplicated man, and...

it was the one piece of him that I kept.

Well, I don't know about you,

Dev, but I think we need to get this dresser, don't you?

Like I said, I've got to get back.

But we are all the way out here,

and I haven't had a ride, so why not?

Who's the saint now?

Ow!

Hello?

Tom.

Hi. Hi, hi.

How are you?

- Mum. - Mm?

- Can I have a word? - Sure.

- So, I just... - How's Tom?

Please, don't cut me off. Tom's good.

- Good. - Mum, how dare you

take my stuff? And... Tom Gould?

Ginny, I only did it

because I have a relationship with Tom that you don't.

We go back a long way.

And I thought maybe you never would.

Darling, the plates are wonderful.

You were right. This could be what gets us back on top.

Do you know how hard I've worked on this?

It's so you.

Just come along just before I'm done

and take it away from me.

No-one is taking anything away from you.

Ginny, that studio of yours

is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.

But you cannot hide away in there.

You think I'm hiding? They're not ready.

We're not ready to go into production.

I'll never have them done in time!

What, you're going into production?

He wants 10,000 of the damn things!

Oh!

Oh, darling,

that's wonderful.

Oh, Ginny.

Yes, it's wonderful, Mum, but I turned him down.

You what?

- He wouldn't meet my price. - Oh, Ginny, God,

Tom Gould doesn't meet on price.

Tom Gould doesn't meet on anything.

The man's a bulldog.

Oh, God, that's it, that's that then, isn't it?

Well, you're the one who's always telling me

- to stand up for myself. - Yes. I know.

So you should, ordinarily, but...

Look, it's up to you now.

It's your show.

I'm just the one cheering from the sidelines.

Oh, is that what that noise is?

No sign of life.

Oh, there it is!

- Oh! - Oh, God!

What are you doing?

Mum!

This is breaking and entering.

Oh, God.

Help me.

No!

Oh, Devon!

The back door was open.

Country people.

They're not gonna miss it. They're not even using it.

- What do you reckon? Yeah. - It's stealing!

- It's my dresser, pet. - We sold it.

- Shut up and help move it. - Come on.

Feels good, doesn't it?

Okay, we should go. Come on, let's go!

Just hang on. I've just got to check the windows.

Back in a sec.

You guys have got to come and see this.

- For God's sake! Devon! - Just...

Come on!

Oh!

Okay, Dev, yep, it's our paper. We do sell the occasional roll.

These are my books.

And that's my coffee table.

What is going on?

We're in his house.

I named this wallpaper after him.

Charlie Horse.

It's what I used to call him.

How did he even get my stuff?

- We had a garage sale. - Had a bit of a garage sale.

♪ Take me in your arms ♪

♪ Thrill me With all of your charms... ♪

Oh, my God.

You used to play this all the time.

Now you know why.

Oh, my God,

I have never seen you look so happy.

Where do you think he is?

Oh, God, we should go.

- You don't want to see him? - Absolutely not.

Well... of course I do, but...

I don't know that I want him seeing me.

- Oh, Mum. - Look at me.

Something tells me he will take you as you are.

Hey, it's still warm.

- That's not him, is it? - No.

God, I hope not.

- Hello. - Hey!

Excuse me! Excuse me.

- Hello! - Hi!

I'm looking for Daniel.

I don't suppose you know where he is, do you?

Um... he's a bit of an old flame of mine.

Oh. Well, you've probably just missed him.

He'll be working today.

- Do you know where? - In the city somewhere. Um,

he catches a bus there to go into town.

He'll be probably catching, uh,

- the 11.30, I'd say. - That's ten minutes.

If you'd left a few minutes ago, you'd probably just catch him.

Come on.

Dev, come on!

Shut up! I'm trying.

Okay, my phone says 12 minutes.

- We've got seven. - Yeah, well, your phone

hasn't met Devon Wilton.

- Which way? Come on. - Um...

- Come on, come on! - Wait, wait, wait, wait!

- Left... - Left.

- Most likely. - Oh!

- I think it's the left. - Alright.

Oh.

I think it's just up here. See where that Ute

- is coming out? - Yep.

Mum?

Mum, did you hear me?

Did you hear me, Mum?

Mum?

I missed that. Sorry, pet.

- Time check. - Three minutes.

- Yoo-hoo! You alright? - Yeah, I'm alright. I just...

I just got a bit distracted.

Come on, Mum.

Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Stop the fucking bus!

- Okay, come on. - You are a lunatic.

Look, sorry, mate. It's just two minutes.

We're trying to find someone. It's a bit of an emergency.

Okay. Come on.

You're alright.

Thank you.

You after a seat?

Thank you.

Okay?

He wasn't there?

I think I'd like to go home now, please.

Oh, Mum.

I'm so sorry, Mum.

No, that's alright.

I wouldn't have known what to say to him.

So, Mum, I was just think...

Well, Charelle and I were just thinking that maybe after this

you might like to come over to our house

for some food or whatever?

Ginny and Kyle too, if they want.

- That would be lovely, Dev. - Thanks.

Can you see what this is?

It's been buzzing against me ever since we got in.

Oh, oh, that's mine.

- Oh. - Hello?

Oh, Tom, hi.

Oh, yes, sorry about that. June was on the phone.

Oh, OK. Yeah, sure.

Thanks. You too, Tom. Bye.

He met my price!

Oh, pet!

Oh, you! Aww!

- Nice. - Wow.

- He met my price! - Yeah, we heard.

Tom Gould, suck it!

I need to do a wee. Can we stop?

What?

Oh, I don't know. You.

I do worry about you.

Well, don't, 'cause I'm fine.

Mum, seriously, I haven't been this good in a long time.

You should meet Charelle.

She's amazing.

Dev, this accident...

- Mum, leave it alone. - Well, I can't.

We should go.

- I've got to get back. - Devon. Please.

If you don't wanna talk about it,

fine.

But at least let me give you a hug.

Hmm?

Hmm.

- Oh, God. - Who taught you to hug?

You did.

Alright, we done?

No.

Oh, pet, this isn't a hug.

Alright, are we done now, please?

Mum.

This is ridiculous.

- Come on. - Let the fuck go, please.

Oh, darling.

Oh.

Oh, darling. Dev.

I'm so sorry.

- I didn't even see him. - I know.

- I didn't see him. - I know.

I didn't see him.

- Just chop them. - Well, tell Picasso

to hurry up and finish painting.

You made it.

Lovely place.

Stop it. Come here.

Come and meet Charelle.

Alright.

So, Mum, Charelle.

Oh, June, it is so lovely to finally meet you.

And you.

And my sister Ginny, of course. Charelle.

- Hello. - Oh, hello.

Hi.

So grumpy.

What's the matter with you two?

Mum took our iPads away.

Oh, there you are.

- Mum, I got you a chardonnay. - Oh,

- I'll just pop to the bathroom. - Okay.

Thanks, mate.

How's things?

Um, what's that?

- Just wondering how things are. - Oh. Yeah, you know.

- You? - Yeah, no. Things are...

definitely very good.

That's good.

- Just one sec, mate. - Yeah.

- Hey, buddy. - Hi, Dad.

- Hey, have you got a second? - Yeah.

Come here.

Yeah!

Stop it! No!

No, no, no, this way.

Hey, where'd your mum go?

Huh, Mum. She should be in the bathroom, I think.

Oh.

You don't have to look so worried.

- You're not in trouble. - What's up?

Listen, I just wanted to say I was speaking to Mum,

my mum, and, um...

I realized I'd never spoken to you...

about the accident.

- Dad. - I just wanted to say...

that, in case you don't know...

I really am sorry...

for what I did to you.

What?

I know you're sorry, Dad.

I've always known you were sorry.

I just...

don't understand why you stopped talking to me.

What?

You don't even realize.

You hardly even look at me anymore.

Oh, mate, come here, come here, come here.

Tomato sauce. Really? Mum's going to love that.

- Can you get rid of these? - What?

Quickly, please, before she comes back.

Okay.

Apparently, our illustrious matriarch

will think they're uncivilized.

Okay.

Here we go, guys. Lasagna. In Italy they call it "lunch".

- Dev. - Yes?

Oh, I'll take those, but I want a kiss as well.

Thank you. Alright. Here we go.

Alright, everyone. Grab a seat.

- Kids. - Sit down, guys.

- Come on, boys. - Come on.

Come on. Quickly.

Can I have some salt, if you don't mind?

Good.

Well, I think we're gonna need tomato sauce, aren't we?

I'd like to say well done to the hostess.

Clearly a valuable addition

- to the Wilton family. - Yes.

- You're a lucky boy, Devon. - I am.

To Tiffany.

That's Charelle, Mum.

- That's why I said Charelle. - Sure, yep.

It's alright.

Alright, everyone, let me know

if your lasagna's still cold in the middle.

I'll pop it back in the microwave.

Okay.

- Alright. Here we go. - Great.

I'm gonna put some salt. Anyone want salt?

- Oh, no. - No, thanks.

You want some of this?

Hey, we should get a family photo after this.

Yeah, I think that's a great idea.

- It'd be nice. - Yeah.

Would you like some salad, June?

Hmm?

No, I don't think so.

Well, I will. More for me.

- It's a good one that one. - Bacon bits?

Do we really have to have this on the table?

Can people not go one meal without dousing it in the stuff?

Mate, it's fine.

Well, eat up, everybody. I didn't make it

to go cold.

Are you okay, Mum?

Mum?

June?

Mum. It's Devon.

You know who I am?

Of course.

I think we'd better get back to the home.

Mum, we're going to take you back to the home now.

Can we just... Please, just let her finish her lunch.

Right, let's go then, okay?

We didn't get the shot.

Are you serious?

It's important. It'll take five seconds.

Okay, guys? Come over here and we'll get a photo with Nan.

Here we go.

Gather around. Okay. Get in this way.

Everyone make sure they can be seen.

There we go. Alright.

Mum? Look at the phone.

Just look at the phone, Mum.

There you go.

Three, two, one.

Let's go inside.

I'm very glad to see you back, my dear.

I was getting worried.

I think that's the first time in all these years

we've missed our cup of tea.

Ugly thing, isn't it? Huh!

I think...

those were your exact words...

when I gave it to you.

You gave it, did you?

June?

Junie.

Please, June.

It's Danny.

June.

Oh.

Oh.

Isn't this an adventure...

Charlie Horse.

Charlie Horse.

It's a long, long time since you've called me that, June.

Charlie Horse.

♪ Please hold my hand ♪

♪ Please kiss my cheek ♪

♪ Please promise me ♪

♪ It's only weeks ♪

♪ If it can't be ♪

♪ That happy thing ♪

♪ For you no more ♪

♪ I set you free ♪

♪ I set you ♪

♪ If I cross that river... ♪

Bye! Love you, Mum.

♪ Will I lose all fear? ♪

Love you, Mum.

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