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Right this way, sir.
Graham, what have you found?
What's that? Can I see that?
Hi, Johnny.
I brought you a little mate.
Who's this little fella?
Ooh, bad man.
Can I take him home?
Yeah.
Bastards won't let me go home.
I want you to take me home.
How's your Mum?
Still threatening to stick her head in the oven?
Probably.
We're in our passive-aggressive not-speaking part of the cycle.
Comes right before I grovel.
Merry Christmas. NIKOS: Gerry.
How are you, mate?
Are we right for coffees?
- Detoxing. - Good for you.
Now the wife has made cheese balls.
Five different kinds of cheeses...
I don't want a cheese ball, Gerry.
Come on, everyone wants a cheese ball.
I want to go back to work.
Oh, OK. Talk to me.
Kate's frustrated.
She wants to get back to her patients.
She gives a shit, God bless her.
- It's not a slap on the wrist. - Isn't it?
No, it's a suggestion.
Spend some time with the kids.
OK, what if I could get the husband on side?
Well that, ah, ship has sailed. He's got a solicitor.
This woman was late-stage MND.
I mean, did she even have the arm strength to do this?
I mean, is anyone asking that question?
And how about the husband?
Whereabouts was he at the time of death?
No, no, I want the blue gel for Winter Wonderland.
Henry!
Blue? Copy that.
Every year.
Same songs, same regional Eisteddfod choreography.
I mean, one might think... I'm not talking Broadway but off,
for about half a minute, and Sydney, the original cast of Hair.
Well go on then, show 'em how it's done.
- Couldn't bear it. - Go on.
Santa's Little Helpers,
I want a shuffle-step-ball-change in from the left.
Mary! Eyes on Iris.
Bugger it. Dawn?
Question.
Yes? We're a day away from curtain up, if you haven't noticed.
Ah, I want a slot.
We do, Edie and I.
A slot?
- No. - Sign us up.
- I'm not doing it. - You will.
This one's got all the Christmas classics.
We've got Elvis, Mariah.
- What's she done to herself? - Oh look, a text.
My daughter's version of an apology.
With emoji or without?
You raise them, you do everything for them and in the end,
your daughters always love their fathers best.
Back-up vocals, on your feet.
Now I am sure that you have a voice.
Soaring church hymns.
George would disagree.
Booted me out of his own choir.
This husband of yours, I'm getting a picture.
By any chance was he a cunt?
You'd probably have fancied him.
Unlikely.
A lot of women did.
Bugger off!
Edie.
You are not a shrinking violet. You're just not.
Now I say fuck your husband, fuck choirs, fuck I don't know...
Christmas.
- Oh God, yes. Fuck Christmas. - Fuck Christmas...
- Christmas. - ..the most!
Come on. Come on.
Come on, have a go. Just have a try.
I'm not promising anything.
Alright, you don't have to.
Shoo-shoo. No no, keep going. It's good.
Stop it.
When we finally kiss goodnight.
How I'll hate going out in the storm.
But if you really grab me tight.
All the way home I'll be warm.
Oh the fire is slowly dying.
And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing.
But as long as you love me so.
Let it snow...
Heads down!
Let it snow, let it snow...
Competitors ready!
- Can you guys be quick? - Seph really wants us to watch.
- Oi. - Hey. Nice burqa.
What... shut up.
- Come on Seph! - Come on, dig deep!
Kathy, you're screeching.
Push, Seph, push!
Josh, hi. I'm so glad we can talk.
Of course, yeah, yep.
When were you... when were you thinking?
Check the airways.
It's not a successful rescue if your buddy isn't breathing.
Come on!
Come on Persephone! Pound his chest!
Pound it!
That's right, quickly! Yes!
Stop. Stop, stop!
Oberon! Oberon.
We're leaving!
Staying at Jasper's!
- Can I stay with Nanna today? - No you're not!
- Just go home. - Oberon!
I'm gonna show Art my medal.
I think it will lift his spirits.
- That would be helpful. - Nanna, do you mind?
- I thought I was toxic? - Unfit to be around children?
I'm going to Art's.
There's some sort of show on tonight at the
what they call a restaurant.
Would you like us to come?
Oh no, no. It's just that, um, Pamela, who you met at...
- At the hospital? Yeah. - Yeah.
She... She's asked me to sing something with her.
What, in public?
Think it's quite a big deal for her. Bit sad, really.
Yeah, we'd... we'd love to come.
I knew it would just take some time, you know, for you to settle in,
make some friends.
Well that's exceedingly clever of you because, actually,
I've never been more miserable.
- Right. - Never in my entire life.
Art wants you to look at one of his moles.
I have to get to an appointment.
It's changed shape.
So not a mole, then?
No, sorry. Not a huge shock.
Been on the precipice of eccentric for a while.
What did your specialist say?
Not a lot.
Vascular dementia.
I didn't know there were different types.
It's good to take someone along with you
if you can, to these appointments.
It's early days, but there will be a lot of decisions.
Early days, yeah.
That's what he said.
It's a double-edged sword, isn't it?
Anyway, kind of you to look.
If you could just keep it under your hat?
- Of course. And if you... - need another referral.
Now this... magpie.
The beak's giving me trouble.
What are your thoughts, Persephone, on how we should proceed?
I don't wanna be too much.
Since when?
Thoughts? Feedback?
You need no compliment.
I don't think you're fully appreciating
that this is a seminal outfit.
Semen.
Semen-filled outfit, yes, because I told Mark that tonight
this sweet young boy becomes a man.
It's a Christmas miracle.
Interesting life choice.
I think I love him, bae.
Bae? OTP?
No, actually for real.
Like I feel like I need to either shit or puke all the time,
just thinking about him.
So?
It looks good.
My friend Kate.
She's not terminal, just visiting.
Hi.
Hi.
Does anybody else feel like having a bit of a share?
I just want to say I'm really grateful. I...
I never realised how much you grieve your own death.
Having you here makes me feel like I'm not alone in it.
So...
Cheers.
Colin. Liver, metastatic.
I'm not grateful today.
I do feel like a burden.
I guess I've been thinking of a lot of ways
for it to be over.
Oh, my neighbour's got a nail gun in his shed if you're desperate.
Bit messy, but...
I wouldn't be around to clean it up.
So what'd you think?
Yeah. I've been in end-of-life a long time.
On your terms.
A lot of people need help and they can't get it in a hospital.
Can we go outside? I've just got a bit of a church aversion thing.
Yeah, fair enough.
Oh, this heat.
Yeah, it's horrible.
Can I just... I know you must be thinking a settlement, or somehow.
I mean, it's not going to make it hurt less.
I mean, nothing's going to...
I don't want money.
I want you to say you were wrong.
I was wrong.
I should have kept better watch.
I should have sent a psychologist down there. I...
No, not for that.
Look, I want the Nembutal back.
What? Why?
'Cause it's expensive and it is a shitfight to get through Customs.
And there are people here who need it.
- No, I mean I got rid of it. - I... I don't have it.
You know, maybe I've got a doctor aversion thing.
Shit.
Were you famous?
Never even remotely.
My Aunty Charlotte's a dancer.
Ooh.
We're not allowed to talk about her.
I look ridiculous.
Nanna! You're a butterfly.
- No, she's a glow worm. - Watch her glow.
I just feel like there's so many more right-to-die-ers.
The legislation might...
They're never gonna vote it in.
Not up here in cowboy country.
Yeah, but if it was law, would you?
No, and I don't want it in my hospital, either.
Right, remind me why?
You know, this Beth Carlisle thing
has really got to your head, hasn't it?
Look, she hung herself. She was nutty.
Alright. The slippery slope.
Family coercion. The disabled.
The depressed twenty-four year old girl from Belgium...
Yep.
Who was granted the right to die.
Unbearable, uncontrollable suffering
is only four percent of patients anyway.
And the debate drains resources from PalCare, which we need desperately.
Oh God, I've got the worst headache.
Oh.
Have you got anything?
I just need to get it out of my head. Please?
Please. It's like barbed wire in there.
Please who?
You remember the time you called me Daddy?
No. No!
Please Daddy? Say it.
I'm not gonna... just...
Say it!
Ho ho ho!
- I didn't get your music. - Oh.
- Right here. - Well, I hope...
There is a standard.
Only because it was so successful last year.
We were planning on Riverdancing naked.
You're saying that's not appropriate?
Entirely appropriate in my book.
Bring it on.
Hello?
It's me. Art!
I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful.
Toying somewhere between love and abuse.
Calling to join them the wretched and joyful.
Shaking the wings of their terrible youths.
Freshly dissolved in some frozen devotion.
No more alone or myself could I be.
Looks like a strain to the arms that were open...
You OK? Does it hurt?
Yeah, you want it to hurt, don't you?
- Yeah! - Oh yeah.
Where am I going? Back or breasts?
Oh God, don't say breasts.
And I broke a heart in May.
September wasn't all that good.
But I hope I'm not too late.
I try and I try.
Can you take me off your naughty list?
I'll pay you Santa baby with a kiss...
Where's Kate?
Typical.
I try to be good.
Come and behold Him.
Born the King of Angels.
O come let us adore him.
O come let us adore him.
O come let us adore him.
Christ the Lord.
O come all ye faithful.
Joyful and triumphant.
Mummy.
The baby.
O come ye, oh come...
Mum... Shh!
Doctor.
Ye to Bethlehem.
Come and behold him.
Born the King of Angels.
O come let us adore him...
Mum?
Sorry. Work.
I haven't missed you, have I?
We're up now.
Oh, come on, you can't be scared off by this crowd.
- Go on, Mum. - I don't want to.
Mum.
- Don't bully me. - You're always bullying me.
Just leave me alone.
Santa Claus got stuck in my chimney.
Stuck in my chimney.
Stuck in my chimney
Santa Claus got stuck in my chimney.
When he came last year
Santa Claus got stuck in my chimney,
Stuck in my chimney.
Stuck in my chimney
Santa please come back to my chimney.
You can come back here...
You missed most of it.
No wonder Nanna got upset.
Mum?
Mum, why's your hair wet?
I had a shower.
- Why? - I was hot.
I want to visit Daddy tomorrow.
We haven't booked a visit.
He's all alone and he's missing us.
- Oww! - Stop being a little bitch.
Oberon!
Stop. Fuck off!
Piss off!
Janice, come in.
I didn't mean to disturb you. How are you?
Oh, I'm...
Hello.
You making a break for it?
Trying. And you?
Mm-hm.
Does it strike you that dying takes too long these days?
Money. That's what it's all about.
Hospitals and their shareholders. Places like this.
You know how much they make every time one of us
gets shunted off to hospice?
Keep us alive forever.
Dribbling, incontinent.
In... in there, we're cash cows.
I'm sorry, I... I think you should go back inside.
Possibly.
The thing is, I've loved my life.
I... I have such little interest in forgetting it.
Mm, then you're lucky.
I didn't mean to ruin it.
You didn't. I was spectacular.
Oh Edie, stop being so fucking English.
Do you want a drink?
Yes, I do.
There we are. All gone.
Bye bye, baby Jesus.
Hey.
Kate, I've done something. I need your help.
Honey, gotta drop in at work.
Um, do you want to get Jasper over?
Night, Kate.
I didn't think you'd come.
Look, I don't know if it wasn't enough or the batch was bad.
- Where'd you get it from? - The Nembutal.
The internet.
And how long ago did you give it to him?
Show me.
I did everything they said you're meant to do.
Can you help him?
Please.
On her way to work one morning.
Down the path along side the lake.
A tender hearted woman found a poor half frozen snake.
His pretty coloured skin had been all frosted with the dew.
"Poor thing," she cried,
"I'll take you in and I'll take care of you."
Take me in tender woman.
Take me in, for heaven's sake.
"Take me in, tender woman," sighed the snake.
She wrapped him up all cosy in a comforter of silk.
And laid him by the fire with some honey and some milk.
She hurried home from work that night and soon as she arrived.
She found that pretty snake she'd taken in had been revived.
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