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Hello, my love, it's getting cold on this island.
I'm sad, alone
I'm so sad on my own...
The truth is we were much too young...
Now I'm looking for you or anyone like you
We said goodbye with a smile on our faces
Now you're alone
You're so sad on your own
The truth is we ran out of time.
It says do not resuscitate.
But love, you're still conscious.
Or anyone like me.
We are now inviting all business class passengers...
Hey, guys, approved subjects are, school, hobbies, pets, OK?
Yeah.
Let's just not talk about anything real.
Nanna!
Mum, hi!
Thanks for looking after her.
We had fun, didn't we, Mrs. Henley?
- I don't know these people. - I think they're after my money.
She's kidding.
They certainly look the type.
OK then, well, you be good now and no more falls.
And bye-bye.
- Bye. - -Bye-bye.
Fourteen hours with that lilt.
Is there no speech therapy in this country?
Right, let's get you to the car, hey?
Let's have a look at you.
Pixie cut with that bone structure.
She's not Audrey Hepburn.
- Nanna, I can do that. - Nanna, I can do that. I can...
Hey, Nanna, don't worry.- Well, I'm keeping this with me.
I thought Titania decided she wasn't a lesbian.
- Mum. - -Wow.
His name is Oberon.
We're using boy pronouns now.
Just takes practice.
So Edie, how did you fall out of the window?
The cottage was on fire, you know that.
Yeah, but how did the fire start? - Oberon.
'Cause didn't the insurance report say something...
Let's talk about nice things.
I thought nanna tried to kill herself
so she could be with grandpa.
I love grandpa.
I miss him every day.
Sorry, I just have to check on... Not check...
Shit.
Shouldn't take too long.
Did they give you any blood thinners for the trip?
Are your legs alright or...
Mum?
I would like to bathe at some stage,
if that's not an inconvenience.
Yes.
So what flowers are those?
They're pretty.
The brochure says that this is much more of a country club
- than a retirement village. - Doesn't it, mum?
Yes. Yes, it's very well reviewed. Very hard to get into.
I know the urge to punish me is irresistible.
- I can't hear you. - -Punishing me.
Surely the southern hemisphere is bad enough.
I still can't hear you.
You've got three and a half bathrooms.
It's not a question of space.
No one needs three and a half bathrooms.
Yes, but with work and Christopher's situation.
I told you when you married that man.
Oh my god, mum, can we not?
You gotta go to jail sometimes if you're gonna do big business.
- Seph. - -It's the Gold Coast.
You know, we should talk about pets and hobbies.
Hobbies and pets.
Mum, you need more care than I can give you.
You drag me all this way and then just dump me.
We're ten minutes down the road.
Open up.
Open the door.
It's not a nursing home.
You'll still have all your independence.
- Oh hello, hi, I'm Kate. - This is my mother Edie.
Art Weinberg.
I'm looking for my wife.
I left her here somewhere.
So there were four design packages.
And you went with tacky.
- You know, but you can swap things out, add your own personal touches.
Oh yeah, there's book club, aqua aerobics; no lights, no lycra.
- If you're wanting to try that. - What else? Craft.
You like craft.
Why not install a bed?
We're not staying here. This is an obscene waste of money.
What, and setting the house on fire, that was thrifty?
I didn't want you to have to pack it all up.
I wanted it gone.
Considerate, thanks.
You're not even gonna ask, are you...
if I'm planning to do it again?
Because I am.
And one day, you're gonna come in here and find me dead.
Right, well, in the meantime, where's your medication?
Let's get you settled in.
The fruit bats, you wanna take that through the carwash.
The poo will eat through the duco.
Yeah, right. Thanks.
Did you know in Ancient Babylonia,
bats were considered the souls of the dead?
It's a terrific thought.
Hello?
Currumbin Correctional Centre, do you accept the charges?
- Yes. - How did it go?
How's Nanna? Any bloodshed?
I restocked the top drawer.
You know that Dr Charters can adjust things? If it's come...
Nothing about this conversation is OK.
Nothing!
- What was that noise? - -Oh, just Oberon having a meltdown.
Are you guys coming to visit before Christmas?
I'd love to see you.
Oh don't do that. He needs his whiskers to balance.
I'm making him beautiful.
Put your mum on the phone.
- Mum, dad wants to talk to you- -I have work.
No, she doesn't wanna talk to you.
She's being very stubborn.
That's alright, chooky, I'll see you soon.
How's Mrs. Peterson?
After lunch, hot grandson was there, though, so that was...
What else? Beth's putting on the pressure about going home again.
OK. I'll talk to them.
Arghhh!
- Oh, bogans are back. Bed five. - Big smiles now.
He's climbing the walls.
Kristina, let the lady do her job.
I take more than that for a hangover.
Hey, Mr. Bogdanowicz.
You had some morphine 15 minutes ago.
Did that shift the pain at all?
I think a little, maybe.
Is that a lie?
He doesn't want you to think he's wussy.
OK, I want you to squeeze my hand hard as you can.
Good.
That's good. Alright, relax.
And relax, that's good.
Sit right down, baby let your hair hang down
Walk right in, sit right down,
Baby let your hair hang down.
Bride or groom?
Are you a friend of Barbara or Robert?
I'm looking for an off-licence.
Join us. We've plenty.
Did you have a fall?
We have to be so careful, don't we?
Gosh, Barb, watch that hip!
His wife, gone now how long?
Four months.
Barb started with casseroles, worked her way in.
It's the ratio.
15 to one, which is why I like to keep Henry on a short leash.
- He doesn't mind. - Wouldn't say if he did.
And what did your husband do, Edie, before retirement?
George was a man of the cloth.
Church of England.
- The Vicar's wife? - I'm surrounded by atheists.
And is he back at the villa tonight?
No.
Cancer of the bladder. We lost George about six months ago.
His last years were...
Parkinson's. I nursed him myself.
Wouldn't recommend it.
We were just blathering before.
You're welcome to sit here with us, any time.
Really? 'Cause I might be in the market for a husband.
May not be safe to let them near me.
She's kidding.
Of course she is.
It's a mixed CD.
Old school but it's just some meditations and affirmation crap.
I thought you could use it.
You shouldn't be worried about my stress levels.
We were doing up a playlist anyway.
Yeah, I want the whole snot-tears funeral.
Every dick ex-boyfriend's gonna sit there and feel really guilty.
- Hey, I'm doing up the guest list. - There'll be no ex-boyfriends.
You'll make an appearance, yeah?
I mean, I get that you normally probably wouldn't,
but I kinda want to be the special patient.
- Of course, but really, we're not at that stage yet. - Not even close.
Yeah, we are.
I'm going home tomorrow.
I know that was a goal we set,
but I'm concerned that with your pneumonia,
we won't be able to manage your breathing.
Doesn't matter any more.
Josh, can you...
We got some Nembutal.
I can't see that.
I'm sorry, but just we need your help testing it.
I tried, but I failed grade nine science.
But even if you just tell me if I'm doing it right.
Guys, no.
There are huge risks here,
medically, if it doesn't work properly.
Right, that's why we need to test it.
Legally, for you Josh, criminal implications...
I'm gonna swallow it myself, while I still can.
I'm done.
I know it feels like options are starting to narrow...
I'm not gonna die in here on a machine.
- That's not what I'm saying. - Kate...
you didn't fail me, OK?
It's just how it is.
So you'll make sure it's good?
- No, I am ethically bound. - I have to report this.
- OK, fine. - Could you just give it back?
We'll find another way to do this.
- Hey, bed five's restless. - Yep.
- Kate. - Dr. Brennan?
- Oh god. - -Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's OK.
It's OK.
Hey, it's OK.
Let's go to paradise
Let's go to paradise
Let's go to paradise
And they can go to hell.
Ah, I think you're down on Lorikeet Drive.
- You're with Art Weinberg? - He's got his wife buried in the garden.
Surely that's a public health risk.
Well I doubt that she's truly buried.
No, for him to be so unwell and let loose on the streets.
Take it up with the Wellness Committee.
You know, every few weeks he digs something up and buries it again.
His wife's been dead nine years.
He can't let her go.
You want some?
No.
So which way is...
Straight down. Pop a left.
- Hey. - Hey.
- I need someone to call me if Beth keeps talking about going home.
She's ideating.
Do you want me to get psych down for a feelings chat?
- Who's up there? - -Jessica.
No, she hates her.
What about visual obs?
I think let's just give them some breathing room.
- Hey, might I recommend a few hours' sleep, or at least drive-thru Botox.
You look worse than the patients.
- Night. - -Mm-hm.
She won't be able to talk.
She'll choke. Do you want my wife to choke, Dr. Brennan?
OK, Josh, I need to get to my car.
- Is it in here? - -No.
You know I've seen people.
- They often grow at the end. - It can be a special time.
Where is it?
Look, I'm not gonna report it, but I...
I can't let you take her home.
- Not now I know. - But I'm gonna make sure that she's really, really...
Comfortable?
That's nice. You wouldn't do this to a dog.
- I hate that argument. - She's not a dog.
And you don't know. Today she thinks she wants this.
Tomorrow you don't know what she'll want.
She doesn't wanna die, Kate.
She is dying.
Hi, it's me, Beth.
- Congratulations! - One of my favourite people on this fine earth.
And I am narcissistic enough to think that you might miss
the sound of my voice.
So we're gonna start with a song.
Oh, get me away from here, I'm dying
Play me a song to set me free
Nobody writes them like they used to
So it may as well be me
Here on my own now after hours
Here on my own now on a bus
Think of it this way, you could either be successful
Or be us, with our winning smiles, and us
With our catchy tunes and us
Now we're photogenic you know we don't stand a chance...
Oh, I'll settle down with some old story
About a boy who's just like me
Thought there was love...
Mum!
Hello!
He didn't give you a spare?
Oh, we haven't got one cut yet.
- Typical Johnny. - He'd forget his head.
- I'm Edie's daughter. - We just moved in.
It's just addling, this heat.
- Come on, mum. - -I've got a key.
Not that I'd use it, but Johnny, who used to live here before,
he was a good friend.
That'd be... Thanks.
Mum?
Edie?
Ah! Fuck!
Charming.
What? Did you have a party?
And when did you start drinking?
Never knew what I was missing.
All those years watching you obliterate yourself.
Who knew.
Right. Up. Out of bed.
- Come on, land of the living. - Now. Let's go.
What is this thing?
I'll make you do a gratitude list. You'll hate that.
Oh, I'd be grateful for a daughter who'd end my suffering.
You people do it all the time.
- We don't, actually. - We fight quite hard.
- You're depressed. - It's treatable, not terminal.
- Not terminal? - That's a matter of opinion.
Cross, cross and again.
Oh good lord.
Ankle, bounce the ankle, cross, cross, whoo! That's good.
Let's go this way. Little turns.
Hey, I know you miss Dad, and that's just normal grief shit.
But you know I was thinking, you've never been alone your whole life.
I'd be embracing that.
For the first time you're not a wife, you're just you.
And I know that Dad would want you to.
You knew what he was doing.
Everyone knew. It was the talk.
I found his diaries.
I always hated that he kept a diary.
Couldn't think of anything more indulgent.
So many descriptions of all those women.
Oh, thank God they were women, I suppose.
Mum, whatever you've read, Dad really loved you and you...
Please don't unpick all those years. Just...
All those things that he did to them.
And guess what? He never did any of that to me.
He gave it to me.
- The cancer. - -What?
No. No, HPV's linked to cervical...
So I'm neutered because of that man.
- He took my breasts. - The breasts weren't secondary.
That's a whole other different cancer, mum.
He took everything, and you think that I want to be dead
- so I can be with him? - -I don't know what you want!
I want to be dead because I can't stand to be alive
knowing that I wasted all of it.
All of it.
Spin around.
So this is where I get a bit dirty hippy on you.
I have become the sort of person who has a morning meditation ritual,
which is fucking ridiculous, also helpful.
We're going to close our eyes and then breathe out,
all the while imagining that we have enough.
Enough money. Enough love.
- Enough patience. Enough time. - Let's stay on time.
Mum!
Mum!
Drop it! Drop it now!
Mum?
No! Can't, it's murder!
Can we have a funeral?
Tomorrow.
Shadows settle on the place that you left
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness
Destroy the middle it's a waste of time...
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong.
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