All language subtitles for Love.Me.2021.S01E02.WEBRip.x264-ION10

(gentle music)

(dramatic music)

- [Reverend] First as a teacher.

Then as a school principal,

Christine dedicated
her life to children.

Both the ones she taught

and the ones she
lovingly raised.

Clara and Aaron.

Of whom she was so proud.

Wherever she went, Christine
was a positive force,

with an infectious and
zesty love of life.

And that positivity carried
her through to the end.

Even after the car
accident that took her leg,

she rallied, taking
everything in her stride.

Her life on earth may have been

cut short by a tragic stroke.

But let us remember that
she lived a full life,

a life full of joy!

Surrounded by love.

As we remember before you,

our sister, Christine Mathieson.

We ask for your help,

for all those who
gather in her memory.

Amen.

- [Congregation] Amen.

- "Zesty"?

She was depressed.

I was starting to think we
were at the wrong funeral.

- Sincere condolences.
- Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Thanks.

- Sorry for your loss.

- Thank you for coming.

- Thank you for coming.

Oh!

Okay, thank you.

- So, sorry, Uncle Glen.

- Thank you, Daniel.

Thank you.

- That's cousin Dan?

- Yes.

- Jesus, he's grown!
- I know.

I need a drink.

- Oh, Glen.

Wonderful, wonderful eulogy.

The Auburn High days.

Wasn't Father Brennan, on song?

Really captured her so well.

Darling, Aaron.

She was so proud of you.

Getting into law.

- I should go get the
sandwiches from the car.

You really need
to eat something.

Here.

- I don't want cake, okay?

It's not a birthday party.

- Okay.

- Sorry.
- It's alright.

- Clara, we're off.

Sorry.

Have to pick up Aish.
- Yeah.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

- You okay?
- Yeah, thanks for coming.

See you tomorrow.

- Oh, you're not
taking time off?

- To do what?

- Well, rest.

You're going to be
exhausted after all this.

- I'm gonna be fine.

- Okay.

Hey, you need
anything, you call me.

Alright, thanks.

See ya.

- The old Auburn
High school days.

(laughing)

- Who's the old chick
with the big old voice?

- She's an idiot.
- She taught with Mum.

- Professional mourner.

The book club, which
she established.

- I think Dad needs saving.
- The sporting achievements.

I mean there's just-

- No, he needs to
be with his friends.

- Yeah, well they're
not his friends, Aaron.

I think I need to take him home.

- Yeah, you just wanna
go home and have a drink.

That's why you wanna go.

- Okay, so then why
don't you take him home,

then I can drink?

I mean, I drove him here, I
drove him to see Mum's body,

I drove him to the dry cleaners-

- Wait, why did you
go see Mum's body?

- [Clara] To say goodbye.

- Oh.

Or sorry.

- For what?

- For calling her fat.

- No, I didn't.

- You did.

Those were your
exact last words.

To your mother.

- I'm gonna save Dad.

- She wouldn't like that.

Judith, pull yourself together!

Oh, Clara?

Come and meet the
old teaching gang.

- We've met.

- [Judith] Bye, Glen.

- Yeah, bye-bye, Judith.

Thank you.

I wonder where all those
people were after the accident.

- It was nice music
that you chose.

Or Mum chose.

Gosh, cousin Dan looks
great, doesn't he?

He looks like that famous model.

You know the guy
with the mug shot?

- I bought a holiday.

- What?

- For our wedding anniversary.

I was about to give it to her.

Anyway.

- Dad, that's really nice!

- Yeah, it was one
of those packages.

Senior Love Romantica.

- For aging swingers?

I'm sorry.

- Oh.

It's alright.

- Well the catering
was disappointing.

Those cupcakes were inedible.

(gentle music)

- Do you wanna keep these?

No?

Maybe I'll keep them.

Babe, can you please
help me clean up?

- My mother just died, Ella.

Do they have to wait
right in front of us?

- I guess our time's up.

(crying)

- [Clara] So, are you gonna go?

- No.

Well I'll have to
get the money back.

- How much was it?

- 15,000.
- $15,000!

Whoa!

No wonder you got
the cheap coffin.

- Yeah, it's a lot, isn't it?

Not many people make it to
40 years together, so...

- Well, good for you.

You may as well enjoy it.

- No, no, I can't go.

- Why?

Why?

Sitting at home and
going through old albums

isn't going to change a thing.

You deserve a break.

- No, there's too much to do.

- Like what?

- Well, there's all
the admin, you know,

changing names and PIN
numbers and closing accounts

and canceling memberships
and informing all the...

And her room.

I haven't even-

- I can do that.
- I still haven't.

- I can do it.

I can do some of it.

You deserve it, Dad,
after the last few years.

Cup of tea?

Or a whisky?

- You go.

I might have a lie down.

- [Clara] Okay.

- Drive safe, yeah?

(gentle music)

(crying)

- Hey, what are we
having for dinner?

I'm starving.

- I don't know.

- What are you doing?

- I've got a gig.

(scoffing)

What?

What's wrong?

- You've got a gig?

- Yeah, I told you
about it, remember?

- But I mean, you're working
on the day of Mum's funeral?

- I know, it's not ideal.

I'm sorry.

- So, what, you've done your
duty now and you're just

getting on with things?

- I have to go to work, Aaron.

I can't just not go.

- Right.

Well, what am I
meant to do then?

- I don't know,
there's leftovers

you can have from the wake.

- No, I don't want to eat
cold meat sandwiches, Ella.

What the fuck!

I mean, you expect
me to eat by myself?

Is that what you want?

- Well, why don't you have
dinner with your dad, then?

Or why don't you order in?

I don't know.

- This is fucked.

- What do you mean,
that's fucked?

Aaron, it's not
like she was my mum.

- Right, so what, you don't,
you don't feel anything?

Is that what you're
trying to say?

- No, I'm not saying
I don't feel anything.

I'm just saying that the
whole world doesn't stop

because somebody dies.

- Well that's selfish!

(gentle music)

- [Agent] I'm so sorry.

- Thank you.

I realize this is a

late notice to cancel,

but it was unavoidable, so...

- Mmm, I...

Unfortunately, it's
as I suspected.

What's today?

- Ah...

- So, the package you purchased
is no longer in the system

because the departure
date is so close.

- So, what does this mean?

- The booking is not
in the system anymore

as the departure is so close,

it's actually, it's not
in my system anymore.

- Yes, no, I understand that,

but what does it,
what does it mean?

- Well it means it's gone to
the airline and to the hotel,

and because there's no
insurance attached...

Did, did you...

Yes, so you purchased
the bronze package,

which has no insurance.

So, there's actually no means
of canceling it from here.

- Yeah.

So, what do I do?

- Well you could call the
airline and hotel directly

and explain your...

Your situation.

- My situation is
that my wife has died.

- Yes, exactly.

I know, it's so awful.

And so there is that option.

- Or?

- Or you could

go on the holiday.

But I think if you call the
airline and the hotel directly,

they really should
address your...

- Yeah, okay, well I...

I will call the hotel
and the airline.

Right, thank you very much.

(gentle hold music)

- [Male] Hello.

- My name's Glen Mathieson.
- Thank you for calling

Sick of waiting?

Why not visit our website,

for anything from seat
allocations to meal requests.

Oh, come on.

- Even after the accident.

I mean, Glen is so timid.

He won't cope without her.

You remember when
Clive's wife died?

He only lasted six months!

- Okay.

One moment.

- [Male] Hello, thank
you for calling.

Sick of waiting?

Why not visit our website

for anything from
seat allocations

to meal requests
- Glen.

- Ah, Judith, sorry,

I'm just on...

Ah, yes, yes.

Yes, Glen Mathieson is my name.

- How wonderful to see
you out and about so soon.

- My god, sorry, I
don't need those.

Could you put those back?

Sorry.

Yes, yes, that's great.

Yes.

- They were for his wife.

Had a terrible car accident.

In the wet.

It was a stroke that took her
in the end, about a week ago.

- Judith, I don't really think

the cashier needs to
know my situation.

Yes.

- We all miss her.

Yes, I was hoping

you could...
- Dearly.

- [Female] Customer
support, how can I help you?

- Oh, hello!

No, sorry, I was just-

- [Female] Can I help you, sir?

- Yeah, apologies.
- I taught with his wife.

- My name's Glen Mathieson.
- For many years.

- I was hoping to
cancel a flight.

- [Female] I'll just
put you on hold.

- No, no, no, no,
I've been on hold.

- It's going to be quite a
difficult adjustment for you.

I suppose I don't
need to tell you that.

- No, you don't.

Thank you.

Take care, Judith.

Bye-bye.

Stupid old cow.

- They've got a
four-page birthing plan.

"No intervention,
no pain relief."

Oh, and Dad wants
to stick to it.

- Mm, does he?

- You okay?

- Yeah, of course.

- What took you so long?

- Where else would I rather be?

Okay, Sarah, I'm going to
ask you a few questions,

and then we can make you
more comfortable, okay?

I understand you
want an epidural.

Is that correct?

- Yes!

- Great, I'm going to speak
to you while we set up

so we can save some time.

- I know you can do this
without drugs, honey.

- I can't!

- Any allergies, bleeding,
clotting problems?

- No.

- Great.

Ah, sir, do you
mind moving around,

I just need to set up here

and go through the
consent procedure.

- Are we sure we can do this?

- Just over here, please.

Sarah, there's a
slight chance that

this won't work as
well as you hope,

a 1% chance of headaches
that could last up to a week.

- Fine could you just...
- A one...

A one in many thousands
(screaming)

of nerve damage

and a very rare chance
of infection of the spine

that can result in paraplegia.

- Fine, fine!

- Okay, alright, let's go.

- Okay, sitting around here.

And come around the side.

I just want...

She told me very specifically
not to give her an epidural.

"No matter what I say."

That's what she told me.

- Do it!
- We're doing it!

- Did you hear what I said?

- As far as you can.

Okay, great.

Very good.

Shoulders forward.

And just chin to
chest and relax.

That's it.

Focus on the breathing.

- Look at me, look
at me, look at me.

You don't have to have it.

You can have a natural birth.

- Shut up!

- [Dad] That's it, that's it.

You're sure you
want the epidural?

Remember what you said?
- Fuck off!

- Okay, how're we
doing over here?

Doing really well, okay?

You can do this.

Can she do this?

- Yeah.
- Tell her she can do this.

- You can do this, honey.

- Alright, so first up,
is the local anesthetic.

You're gonna feel
a little pinch.

On three.

One, two, three.

That's it.

That one hurts.

- I want my mother.

Can she come back in?

- Soon, okay?

Very soon.

Alright, here we go.

I need you to stay very
still for this next part.

- Shit.

- What?
- Nothing.

- It's fine.

- You're gonna feel a little
bit of pressure, but no pain.

- I think she's
changed her mind.

I don't think she should.

- Please be quiet, sir.

- What's happening?
- Ma'am, hold still.

This is it.

You're going to feel a
little pressure and no pain.

Please, please,
please, no hands.

I need you to hold still.

- She doesn't want it.

- I do!
- Please take her hand.

Sir, will you please take her-

- [Dad] She doesn't want it!

- Will you stop moving!

Do you wanna end up in a
wheelchair holding your baby?

Because that's what's
going to happen

if I put this in your back and
you don't put your arms down.

You want a depressed wife?

You want to carry her
around from room to room?

Bathe her, change her nappy?

No, you don't.

Because that's gonna break
her, and you, and your kids.

She wants the
epidural, you jerk.

So, you stay around the front.

And you, hold still.

(gentle music)

I know.

- I didn't say anything.

- I can hear your thoughts.

- Maybe you should
have a week off.

- To stay home and what?

Cry into my wine?

- Yes.

Safer than abusing patients.

He was being a jerk, though.

- Massive jerk.

You wanna get a drink?

Oh, my god you're
thinking about it.

- Fuck it.

- Should we go to the bar?

- I think we're gonna have to.

I don't think they
are waiters here.

- [Clara] Maybe it's
good the Priest lied.

- Maybe your mum
wrote it for him.

- Probably.

No, couldn't have been her.

"Proud of both her kids."

Thank you.

- Of course she
was proud of you.

She just...

- Preferred not to show it?

- Okay.

You fuck up your first kid.

Probably your second.

Seriously, it's trial and error.

And mainly it's error.

And you know, they were
kids when they had you,

so, of course she would
have done things wrong,

but that doesn't mean-

- I think I need to get drunk.

- Do you, though?

Or do you need to drink a
responsible amount and go...

Having fun, we're not.

Aisha just spewed.

- Oh, Vick's timing.

- How does she know?

It's like Mum's at a bar for
the first time in 1,000 years.

Let's vom!

- Just stay for one?

- If I skull it.

"On my way."

To inappropriate outbursts.

And, your mum.

She did her best.

"Hysterical now."

And some emoji that I
don't know what that means.

What is that?

Is that a gravestone?

I'm sorry, I gotta...

- Oh!
- I know.

- Seriously?
- Yep, I...

Come here.

Goodnight.

Don't drink more than
your bodyweight, okay?

- I'm kind of relieved
that it's over.

That's fucked, isn't it?

- No.

Sounds normal.

Go home.

I love you.

* The lost were
playing in the yard *

* Giving goosebumps

* To all the Sunday
summer trees *

* Our hands were
tangled in the weeds *

* Moving so softly
nobody could see *

* Against your morning skin

* Well it's shy like

* Two young lovers walking by

* There's a soft

* Strange kind of odd

* Giving company

* To all the lonely hearts

- Excuse me, do you mind
if I borrow one of those?

- Oh.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry.

Dad, you okay?

- [Glen] Hi, Clara.

- Hi.

- I've decided to go.

- Go where?

- [Glen] Senior Love Romantica.

- Oh!

Senior Love!

That's great, Dad.

That's awesome.

- No, I don't really want to go.

It's just that I
think it's a terrible,

terrible waste of money
if I don't go, and...

And I can't get a refund.

- I am really glad
that you're going.

And I think that you deserve it.

- I mean, I'll have to...

I'll have to sort
out the you know,

the death notice
when I get there.

And then sort out Mum's room

and cancel all the
specialist appointments

and insurance and
everything when I get back.

Listen, darling, d'you
want to come with me?

You know, take Mum's ticket?

No, no, of course.

Of course you don't.

Sorry, you're far too busy.

- Oh, sorry, I'm sorry.

Sorry, Dad, I can't.

I can't.

Work is so full
on at the moment.

- No, no, no.

No, darling.

It's totally, totally fine.

I totally understand.

You...

It was worth asking.

- No, but I can...

I can take care of Mum's room.

If you want, I can
sort out the room.

- Oh, no you don't
have to do that.

Although, yes, maybe.

You know, you can
at least maybe...

You know go through
and you just decide

what it is you want to keep.

You know, what you want.

Doesn't matter.

Just take anything.

- Anything I want?

Okay.

Okay.

Well.

I'm so glad you're going.

- Yeah.
- When is that?

When is it?

- Ah, it's tomorrow.

Alright darling, I'll
call you when I'm there.

I love you.
- Okay, bye.

Yeah, I love you too.

- Okay, bye, darling.
- Yep, yep, bye.

- Bye.

(gentle music)

(door closing)

Is that you, Aaron?

- Yep.

Hey...

What are you doing?

- Oh...

Well, I'm going away.

- Where?

- I tried to call you.

- No, where are you...

Where are you going?

- Well, look, I booked a
holiday for Mum and me.

Senior Love Romantica,
it's called.

And I couldn't get a
refund so, I thought

I might as well just go.

- When?

- Tomorrow.

Plane leaves first
thing in the morning.

- Two days after Mum's funeral.

- Yeah, I couldn't get a refund.

- You're going to Senior Love...

- Love Romantica.

- This is unbelievable.

No one gives a single
fuck in this family!

Okay?

It's like you're all
glad that she's dead!

- Aaron!

Look, there's another ticket.

I mean, you can come with me.

- I don't wanna
go to Senior Love.

Yuck!

- No, okay.

Ah.

Clara's coming around
to help with Mum's room,

to help you decide what you
want to keep from her things.

- No, Dad, I don't
want Mum's things.

I want...

Fuck!

Enjoy your holiday.

- Aaron?

(gentle music)

(horn beeping)

Oh, fuck.

- You smell, expensive.

- What?

- In a good way.

Like perfume.

- You're very...

How young are you?

- I'm legal.

- Oh, fuck.

I think you're younger
than my brother.

- I like older women.

- Did you say older or old?

- So long as they're
fit, like you.

You know women hit their
sexual prime in their 40s.

For us it's our 20s.

- Can you pull over, please?

I'm 38.

(gentle music)

- You okay?

- Oh!

For fuck's sake!

Thank you, yep.

Perfectly capable of getting
into my own building.

Actually, you know,
manage it every day.

Several times on a good day.

Thank you.

Have a good night.

See?

In my face purse, it was...

- That's very good.

- Why are you always
wearing those leggings?

- It's because I'm
going to the gym.

- Ah, of course.

I just came from
there, actually.

- [Male] Did you?

- Mm.

- Good session?

- Oh, great session.

Thank you for asking.

Okay.

(phone ringing)
Oh, fuckity fuck.

Oh, shit.

Aaron.

Not picking that up.

- [Aaron] Clara,
you have answered.

- Oh, fuck.

What?

Aaron, what?

What time is it?

- [Aaron] Oh, you have
to come to the hospital.

I've just crashed the car.

- Dad's car?

You okay?

- [Aaron] I have whiplash but
they've stabilized me, so...

- Just stay there.

What hospital are you at?

Please tell me
it's not The Mercy?

- [Aaron] No, it's
St. Charlotte's.

- Oh, stay there.

I'm coming.

Just...

- Everything okay?

- Yes.

My stupid brother
crashed the car.

- [Aaron] Clara, I'm still here!

- Go away!

- So, you're going
to the hospital?

- [Clara] Mm.

- You okay?

- Yep.

Doors and ordering
rides is not beyond me.

Oh, shit, 20 minutes.

They always do that.

- I can give you a
lift if you want.

Or is that, is that weird?

(gentle music)

- It's just my
gym's nearby and...

- I'm gonna send
these to my friend,

who happens to be a policewoman.

So, if you rape and murder
me, she will find you.

- Well yeah, that's,
that's good thinking.

- God!

Alright.

(phone ringing)

Hi, hi.

Yep, I'm not murdered, but
if I am, that guy did it.

Eww.

Poor Aisha.

Oh.

Okay, no, go.

Please go.

Bye.

(burping)

Ooph!

Please don't remember
this when we date.

- Oh, we're gonna go
on a date, are we?

(gentle music)

- Can you pull over, please?

- Ah, yep.

Just hang on one second.

- Now.

Now please.

Just pull up anywhere!
- Yep.

(vomiting)

No, no, no, no!

Oh, sorry.

- It's okay.

You're okay.

Okay.

- Oh, thanks.

Okay.

- You left work?

- Yeah, of course I came
as soon as you called.

What happened?

- I don't know.

I don't really remember.

I was...

I was driving and then
I was texting you.

And then, the next thing I...

- Don't cry.

- Yep, this is him.

That's him.

That's Ella.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Nice to see you.

- What's wrong with you?

- Nothing.

Oh, that's Peter.

Peter drove me.

We don't know each
other, though.

- Oh, we will be dating, though.

Apparently.

- What happened?

- No, it's okay.

I've had meds for the pain.

You can see I'm stable now.

I'm just in a little
shock I think.

I'm just...

I just think I'm in a lot
more pain than I seem.

- No, Aaron, with the car.

- Well, I was driving and

I dropped my phone.

- Right.

- No, it's not like that, okay?

- Dropped his phone.
- The road was shit.

It was terrible.

I just...

Where's Dad?

Is he coming?

- No!

- Why not?

- Because we probably
shouldn't tell Dad

that you had a car accident,

considering this
family's history

of single-vehicle accidents.

I'll explain later.

What do you think?

- Yeah, I s'pose, yep.

- He's leaving tomorrow
and if we call him now,

he's not gonna get
on the plane, so...

- I know, what the fuck!

Okay?
- What do you mean?

- Why's he going on holiday?

- Because he needs it,
Aaron, and I told him to go!

- I'm still in a
lot of pain, okay?

I feel like I've got
a bleed or something.

I don't know what
the fuck's going on.

It's really fucken hurting me.

- Oh, for Christ's sake,

can you stop whingeing,
you big baby!

He crashed his car at
10km an hour into a bin.

And you called
your own ambulance!

And stabilize?

You've had two
paracetamol, you big pussy!

Where's that tit-face nurse?

- That's my water.

- I'll go find that
tit-face nurse.

- Should be easy to recognize.

Well...

Thank you for a lovely evening.

You still going to the gym?

- No, that mood has passed.

- Sorry.

- Do you need a hand getting
into your building again?

Okay.

Good.

Well...

- Okay.

- What?

What is it?

- I'm just really surprised

that you kissed me
back after I vomited.

- Oh, yeah!

That's right.

Yuck.

(upbeat music)

Do you have a pen?

- Yeah.

* I

* See a glimmer

* Across the wall

* Through the mirror

Old school.

* Out past the street

- Yeah.

* Beyond the weather

Call me when you're sober.

Night.
- Night.

* To that place

* No one seems to know

* Off key dreams

* That you're living in

* Smiling skulls

* Ghosts are grinning

* Power lines

* Spark their singing

* Drone song blues

* Makes me want to go

* All goes up and
now it's gone *

* I have never known you

* But just hold on

- Senior Love Romantica?

- Yes, yes.

I've never been before.

Have you?

- Every year.

- Oh, I see.

Is there much to do there?

- It's very romantic.

- Good golf course.

- Oh, right.

Terrific.

- Where are the socks?

- What socks?

- The compression socks?

- I don't know.

- But that was your job.

- Well just 'cause you said
it doesn't mean I heard it.

- So, I'm to assume
you don't listen.

- You can assume what you like.

- Oh, yeah.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

Flight not open yet?

- No, I think we're
all a bit early.

- Oh, right.

Oh.

It's alright.

- Bit like queuing up outside
the bank on pension day.

- Yes!

Gosh.

Flight full of pensioners.

Hope they've got
enough Chardonnay.

(gentle music)