All language subtitles for Offspring s02e09 Just Keep Talking.eng

Billie, why are you protecting
your belly?

'Cause there's a baby in there.

What are you doing here, Mick?
You need money?

- Straightaway you assume I need money.
- Well, you do have a track record.

Flings, I'm very good at flings.

Is that what Martin Clegg is?
A fling?

I don't know what he is.

Oh, everyone, this is Phil.

- Dad!
- Darcy.

You all seem very... very cosy.

- Here.
- Thank you.

- Let me.
- Wendy.

- Wendy Nielsen.
- How do you do?

- Ooh! Hi!
- What you looking for?

Drugs.

No needles, no vials, no patches.
No, you weren't looking.

We have sex and then
suddenly the walls come up.

I know what I'm like, OK?

I-I've had a number of difficult
relationships in my life,

and I really don't want another one.

Then that's that.

Fine. Goodbye.

- Hello.
- Ooh!

- What are you looking for?
- Oh, just the usual.

Revealing ointments,
leftover girlfriends, ex-wives.

Anything, really.

Oh, well, let me know if you find
a bathplug while you're there.

Mmm.

You can't change it.

Just let it go, Nina.
Pretend it never happened.

The best way to handle rejection's
to put it in the past.

Why is it so quiet?

No missed calls. No messages.

No apologies.

Better not to expect apologies.

Yeah.

Oh, Nina. I was
completely out of line.

I've barely slept.

The truth is I'm already halfway
to falling in love with you.

- Oh, did you want to get that?
- It's not my phone.

Ah!

- Excuse me?
- Your phone's been disconnected.

My phone hasn't been disconnected.
I have a plan.

Yeah, you and your plan
have been disconnected.

Sorry, calls cannot
be made from this number.

Please contact
your service provider.

Neens, I think I'm having twins.

What?!

You're not even 12 weeks, Billie.
It's a little bit early to tell.

No, Neens, Neens, I have five
out of the possible six top signs.

Well, four and a half,

'cause the last sign
is a history of twins/hunches

and I can't remember whether Dad's
uncle was a twin, but I have a hunch,

so that's really five out of
the possible six top signs.

Sorry, calls cannot be made
from this number.

I've been disconnected?

I've been disconnected!
I can't be disconnected!

I'm a... I'm a doctor.

What if there's
a life or death situation?

Neens, Neens, it's OK,
I found you, didn't I?

And you're probably
not even on call.

And don't you have, like, one
of those pagery things, anyway?

Yeah!

Yeah, so, Neens, do you think
you would be able to squeeze me in

for a sneaky ultrasound?

I don't have an ultrasound
on me at the moment, Billie,

I've gotta go and sort out my phone.

I'll call you later.
How?

What if he rang to apologise?

He didn't. But what if he did?

There's the outstanding amount
of $1,278.

No. See, I heard you the first time,
but that's not possible.

- I have on my screen...
- Nina, I need your help.

Downloaded 20 hours of movies.

Regardless of what it says, Suni,
I can tell you categorically

I have not downloaded
20 hours of anything.

- Do you mind holding?
- Yes, I do mind holding.

- I'm on hold.
- Excellent.

I need a draft report on the triplet
C-section you did last month...

- Mm-hm.
- ..With Patrick.

You and Patrick, together.

In the name of...
interdisciplinary teamwork.

How does Patrick feel about this?

He has expressed some reluctance,

but I have complete faith
in your ability to convince him.

- Two heads are better than one.
- Hello, this is Heather.

- No, yes, no.
- Excellent.

- No, no, no. No!
- I'll leave that in your capable hands.

- Hello?
- Yes, hello, yes, I'm here.

Can I have your account number,
please?

No, you cannot have my account
number, because I don't have it.

Proudman - P-R-O-U-D-M-A-N, Nina.

And your password?

I've already been through
all this with Dennis.

We do need the information.

I realise that, Heather,
but when I spoke with Suni...

I'm sorry, is this some kind of joke,

because I've never even heard
of 'Aqua Teen Hunger Force'.

10 barrels to the home, then.
To the home.

Ooh.

Clegg's like a giant, hungry kid.
And that... that's a good thing?

When he was first born, Ray
would look at his little hands

and think they were someone else's.

Then whenever I see him discover a
part of himself for the first time,

I get to discover it too.

It's a bit like that with Clegg.

Oh, for fu...

Collaborating on a report while
feeling emotionally bruised,

it's so humiliating.

If only there was a way to tune out,

go numb, turn down the volume on
the hurt and the anger and the...

- Morning.
- M-morning.

Looks like back-to-back D&Cs
all day.

Terrific.

Be dignified.
Don't let him see the pain.

It looks pretty straightforward.

Well, from my end, anyway.

Well, I'm glad it's all within
acceptable parameters to you.

- Unlike the report, apparently.
- Sorry?

I think we both know
we don't have a choice.

Martin told me you were uncomfortable
with the idea of working with me.

Aren't you?
Of course.

But I have enough social grace
to hide it.

I thought we went past social graces

when you went ferreting through
my house looking for drugs.

OK, I'm... I'm not gonna apologise
for that again.

We've clearly insulted each other
beyond any personal repair

but we have an obligation to our
patients to pretend to get along,

so I suggest you find a way
of getting over yourself

and getting on with your job.

And I don't care
if you don't like me.

For what it's worth, I wish I'd never
had sex with you... three times.

Sorry, just letting you know
the patient's prepped.

We're right when you are.

Yep, dignified.

Why are we stopping? I'm starving.

I think I'm gonna throw up.

Oh, you gonna lie to our kids
like that?

Only if it's for their own good.
Check out this house!

We're not supposed to be looking yet?
We're not looking.

Billie!
OK, we're looking.

I know. You're so hungry
you could eat your own kneecaps.

Just a five-minute quick look,
please?

Hi.
Hi. Welcome.

Thank you.

We could both fit in here.

I thought we were just looking.

Let's go out here.

I can actually see myself
cooking in this kitchen.

Billie, it's awesome...

but can we afford
a place like this?

Oh!

Oh, my God. Is that a cubbyhouse?

And now it's time for you to talk,
ladies and gentlemen.

Where do I see an opening bid?

There are only two
serious contenders...

there's the dumpy lady with the stick
and the overly groomed aviators.

As I said before,
opportunities like this

do not come along every day.

How come no-one's bidding?
Shh.

Well, I can see we're suffering from
just a little performance anxiety,

ladies and gentlemen,

so I'm going to kick off with an
opening vendor's bid of $650,000.

$650,000 for this sensational
three-bedroom family home.

$655,000.
At $655,000.

But now it's $655,000. At 6...

$660,000, sir?
$665,000.

$665,000, madam.
Thank you, at $665,000.

$675,000.
A $675,000 bid. Back in again.

$685,000.
$685,000, sir.

At $685,000.

All told...
$690,000.

$695,000.
$695,000 it is.

At $695,000...
$696,000.

Oh, takes the one...
$700,000.

$700,000 it is.
At $700,000 bid now agin you, madam.

At $700,000...

First call.

Calling twice...

at $700,000.

Sold!

To the farmer
and his lovely wife.

Congratulations.

All done, Sarah.

Everything went really well.

Michelle's just going to take you
down to Recovery, OK?

Your husband's waiting for you
to take you home.

Thanks.

With this report, maybe we should
just meet at a restaurant.

Oh, I don't think I could focus
in a crowded restaurant.

- Fair enough.
- Why don't we just do it at your place?

Where did that come from?

I don't think I could focus
at my place.

No. Well,
there's always the hospital.

What's wrong with your place?

Nothing. Nothing's wrong
with my place.

- OK. OK.
- OK.

- Let's do it at your place.
- Great.

How about we say 6:30?
Or 6:00 would be better, wouldn't it?

No, let's say 6:30, or 6:00.

What?

How do you get out of the house
in the mornings?

I beg your pardon?

Your process,
it's just so time-consuming.

Are you actually trying
to confuse yourself?

Sorry, but I don't think
I need to apologise

for thinking a decision through
before I make it.

You do know that there is probably
something clinically wrong with you.

Right. That your professional
opinion, is it?

Obviously I'm not qualified
to give an official diagnosis.

There could be many things.
None good.

- Fuck you.
- Could be Tourette's.

What have we just done?

It's alright for you.
You don't know any better.

I'm a real estate agent,
for Christ's sakes.

We just bought a $700,000 house.

We can't even cover that cheque
we just gave them, can we?

Not... completely.

I can't breathe.

OK, it's not ideal,
but we can do this.

Look, we can't do this,
and we've already done it!

We just need to worry
about covering the deposit.

Now, we already have 30 grand,
we just need to find another 40...

by Monday.

We don't have that kind of money.

We don't even know people
with that kind of money!

If we did, we'd be completely
different people!

We'd be Nina and Andrew.

No.

Divide and conquer.

I'll do Nina, you do Andrew.

- No!
- Give me another option.

I can't feel my toes.
Give me any other option!

Do you know what it costs me
to ask him for his stuff?

- My balls will actually physically shrivel up.
- I understand.

No, they will enter my gut,

completely severing the last thread
of my relationship with my manhood.

I know, and I will vomit in my mouth
and I will swallow it,

because I am somebody's mother now.

And we don't have any other option.

We should do it in person.

It's harder to say no
to a weeping sibling in person.

Mmm.

Ooh. I can't believe I slept in.
I never sleep during the day.

I'm sorry about that.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

Ooh.

- I know what you're thinking.
- Ah?

And, yes, this is as difficult
as it looks.

It's all about consistency.

It's not easy.

Ha!
Ooh!

But the results...

are fairly self-evident.

Mmm.

- I think I like the sound of Wendy.
- Oh, there's a lot to like.

Maybe that's why I'm a bit nervous.
She's a really accomplished woman.

And you're a very accomplished man.

I mean, first dates
freak everyone out.

Just be your charming self
and she will be putty in your hands.

Thanks, Cherie.

I'm glad I've got you in my life.
Me too.

Forgive me.

I was, um...

Do you have a moment?

Mm-hm.

Can I get you a tea or coffee?
No, thanks.

A glass of water?
I'm fine.

Right. Um...

Yes, um... Hmm.

Uh, the reason I've called you here

is to discuss
the immediate cessation

of our mutually agreeable
sexual exchanges.

Your actions before were atypical.

The moments of affection graph.

I think you'll agree the data is
fairly difficult to misinterpret.

Again, quite a... quite a disparity,

as you can see.

Uh, work rate.

I'd like to point out that this
was not the deciding factor.

So at my peak, I was 75%, and now
I'm putting in... Is that 10%?

Uh, yes, that's right.

I'm afraid, um...

You see, I'm afraid that, uh,
all indicators are swerving away

from the... the safe zone.

Right.

It's not that I don't
appreciate the effort,

it's just... the polite thing to do
is take someone out to dinner,

get them drunk, say something
nice about them,

and then break up with them.

It's a courtesy thing.

Oh.

Shall we do that, then?

Notepads, pens, water, mints.

OK, all good.

Should I have de-owled?

No, absolutely not.

I do not have to apologise
for who I am.

I don't give a stuff what he thinks!

Do those candlesticks say 'romance'?

Well, so what if they do?
They're not saying it to Patrick.

Hi. You're early.
I thought I was right on time.

No, we said 6:30.

Actually, you said 6:00, but I can come back
in half an hour... No, it's fine. Come in.

I'm sure we said 6:30, but come in.

It's a great place.
Thanks.

Oh, they were a gift.

They were a gift from a very dear
vision-impaired friend.

Yeah.

Would you like a glass of water?
Sure.

This is... it's great.

Very considered.

Hey, I'm not
here and I'm not staying.

Oh, Jimmy. This is my brother,
Patrick.

Patrick, this is my...
l mean, colleague, Patrick.

This is Jimmy, my brother.

Great to meet you, mate. I'll just
grab a couple of things and get out.

Could you just give me one minute?

- Hey, Jimmy.
- Hey, Neens.

- My phone's been disconnected.
- Oh, yeah?

You know, it happened today.

I just spent most of the day
trying to work it out.

That's why I don't bother
with internet accounts.

So you've never heard
of 'Aqua Teen Hunger Force'?

Oh, for the love of God, Heather!

What, are you deaf or are you
just a complete moron?

I was self-righteous
and indignant and abusive.

- I was abusive! - I'm sorry, I kept on
missing it on the telly. It's groundbreaking.

I hope it is, I hope
it's groundbreaking enough

to compensate you
to the tune of $1,300,

because I'm not paying for it!

Great to meet you, Paddy.

Sorry about that. Where were we?

- Are you sufficiently inebriated?
- I am.

Excellent.

- Thank you.
- Lovely, thank you.

Oh... uh, Cherie, I've invited you
here with a view to actioning

the disadmission of our...

Are you reading this?

No. I'm relatively unprepared.

'Cause reading would
defeat the purpose.

- I'm not reading it.
- Go on, then.

I'm well aware that my peculiarities
are somewhat distancing

and the service you have done me
in traversing said distance

has been a gift, Cherie.

A gift that will echo
in my memory...

for the remainder of my life.

Oh... that's...

However, I have accepted
the inevitable conclusion

that should our arrangement
be allowed to continue,

you will almost certainly,
and without baleful intention,

but you will...

you... you will break my heart.

Yes.

You are truly luminous, Cherie.

And you have touched me in ways...

Yeah, let's, uh, wind it up there.

That was mostly really beautiful.

- Thank you.
- No, thank you.

No, thank... thank you.

Spi-nal epi-dural...

ad-mini-stered...

at 3:20pm.

It was 3:25.

No, it was 3:20.

Well, I administered it,

and my notes...

Oh, my notes say 3:25.

Can we just agree that it was
administered between 3:20 and 3:25?

Sure. But it was 3:25.

Sorry.

OK. Spinal epidural administered...

with... good eff-ect.

Could you slow down? I'm just having
trouble keeping up.

- No-one likes a smart-arse, Patrick.
- I do.

You don't count,
because you're a smart-arse.

Ah.

If you think you can do better,
then, please, by all means.

You snide sonofa...

0.5% bupivacaine.

Injected into epidural catheter...

located epidural space L3/L4.

Response noted, and intermittent
bolus administration thereafter.

Are you hungry at all?
Not really.

I'm starving.

I could eat.

Takeaway? You choose.

I can't believe your phone's
still disconnected.

- Oh, hi. Hmm.
- Oh.

Uh, Patrick, this is my sister,
Billie.

Billie, this is my colleague,
Patrick.

- Oh, hello, Patrick.
- Hi.

I'm just... Uh, Neens...

- Where did he come from?
- Well, the hospital.

Where else would my colleague
come from?

I'll let that go for now,
'cause I need to talk to you.

- I'll need to know more later. I
thought he was a bit curt. - Shh!

He's quite hot, though.
Are you sexing him?

Billie, I've had a really long day,
and I'm actually trying to work.

OK, Neens, this thing, it's slightly
more important than... Punjabi.

So, please?

Uh, just order whatever you like.
I'll just be back in a minute.

Well, the nausea should be calming
down a bit by now.

You'd think so.

We just have to get through
the first trimester.

- We'll be right.
- Yeah.

Listen, there's something
I need to ask you.

- Hmm?
- And it's... uh...

It's pretty big.

Bigger than impregnating
your girlfriend with my gear?

On par.

- You need a kidney.
- What?

No, no, I don't need a kidney.

Bone marrow?

Listen, I don't want you to feel
uncomfortable if the answer's no.

Mick, we are so far past
'uncomfortable'.

Can you just spit this out?

Is there any chance
I could borrow 20 grand?

I want you to know that this is not
an easy conversation for me to have.

And there is a chance
that I may vomit at some point.

Mick and I...

accidentally bought a 700K house
this afternoon.

Could have happened to anyone.
It happened to us.

So...

we may have signed a cheque
for 70 grand.

We don't have 70 grand.

We have 30 grand. Stay with me.

I'm not asking you for the lot,

and Mick's hitting Andrew up
for half as we speak,

and I know 20 grand
is a shitload of money,

because I know how hard it was
to save 30,

but if you do this for me,

I promise I will never ask another
thing of you as long as I live,

and I will name this baby after you.

Even if it's a boy.

Nina! Nina, stop chasing
your brother, please.

Can I borrow...20 grand?

Please?

You and Mick accidentally bought
a $700,000 house.

- Yeah.
- No. No, Billie.

People accidentally buy
too many plums,

or the wrong size socks,

they don't accidentally buy
$700,000 houses.

I mean, what were you thinking?

You... you can't just go and buy a
house. You of all people know that.

I know, I know, this is huge.

Huge, Neens, I know,
but it's nowhere as big as this.

Ooh.

You know I can't say no.

Because you're somebody's aunty?

So you're... you're saying... yes?

You're saying yes!

I love you.

Mick loves you.
The baby loves you.

OK.
Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.
Stop kissing me.

I love you!
I know. Ow!

Oh, sorry!
It's alright. I'll fix it. Stop it.

Love you.
Stop it!

Thank you.
OK. Oh! Billie!

Alright.
I love you!

Nothing to worry about.
It's only money.

Ow!

Get up!

Just... I don't really
need to know this now.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah, of course.

- Friends of yours?
- Um, not exactly.

He's my competition.

A fellow agent often vying for
the same piece of real estate.

Was that Spanish?
Si!

I didn't know he spoke Spanish.

- God, I love this song.
- Yeah, it's great, isn't it?

- No, that's what he said.
- Oh, right.

Do they look intimate to you?

Uh, I don't understand.

Well, uh, I've been known
to misinterpret body language.

They look pretty intimate to me.

Then again, they are doing
the Latin dance of passion.

Yeah. Maybe they're just...

- Oh.
- Hard to misinterpret that.

Look, I'm not
trying to offend you,

I'm just suggesting
on some level,

that you find it easier to get lost in
your family's needs than meet your own.

Oh, excuse me? What would you know
about my needs?

You have no right to an opinion
about any part of me, Patrick.

Fine.

You can't just discard people then expect
them to give a shit what you think.

I was just making an observation.

Well, I'm not interested
in your observations about me.

- I've been taking care of my own needs for a long time.
- I find that hard to believe.

I don't care what you think.
I think you do.

I think you're the most arrogant man
I've ever met.

I find that hard to believe too.
I cannot believe any woman would...

Well, one woman did. She chose
to marry me. We're divorced now.

So am I.
Good.

So is your ex-wife... Jodie. Lives in Perth
with her new husband and baby. Yours?

Oh, Brendan's probably
an outpatient by now.

Good.

- Oh, hi, Dad.
- Hello, sweetheart.

- I did call before...
- Did you?

But the phone was dead.
- Yeah, it's been disconnected.

Yeah, I know, I spoke to Billie.

You should set up
a direct debit system...

Oh, Dad, this is Patrick,
my colleague.

- Oh.
- Patrick, this is my father, Darcy.

Patrick.

- We're just trying to work, Dad.
- Yeah. Yeah.

Uh, look, I don't want to
interrupt anything,

but I've just spotted something

potentially very, very upsetting
to your mother.

Oh. What do you mean?

Well, I was just at the Spanish Club
with Wendy,

and, uh, we were starting
to connect pretty well.

She's really quite
a captivating woman.

Oh, the point, Dad?

Well, I saw Phil D'Arabont.
He's a local real estate agent.

Dad, the point?

He was dancing with and kissing
an attractive woman

who was not your mother.

Oh, well...

He's also dating Nina's mother,
who also happens to be my wife.

- Soon to be ex-wife.
- Yeah, exactly.

Which is why I shouldn't
really be the one to tell her

that she's not an exclusive listing,
if you know what I mean.

Oh. Well, Dad, I can't... I can't
help you right now.

But don't you think your mother
would want to know, um...?

Ah, Dad, I'm not responsible
for solving

this family's many and varied
problems.

It's late, she's probably already
curled up with a book by now.

If you hightail it over there,

you might just catch her before
the special tea kicks in.

- Maybe if you just...
- Goodnight, Dad.

Right. Lovely to meet you, Patrick.

You too.

Well...

- He seems really nice, love.
- Oh, I don't like him.

- Oh.
- Night-night.

Night, honey.

- How long ago did you order?
- I didn't.

What?!

I've been waiting for a suitable
break in the Proudman festivities.

- It's my family, it's not a sideshow.
- I didn't mean to...

This is my home,
it's where I live my life.

- My family come and go as they please.
- I like it.

That why you've been trying
to get rid of them?

No, I've been trying to get rid of
them so they don't see me with you.

Fine.

Should we just order some food?

Do you ever get sick
of being so cocky and pithy?

- You know, when you get angry you say strange words?
- You're... exasperating!

You give me the shits.

- Obviously, Nina, right now you're just trying
to pick a fight with me. - You're a coward.

I'm just trying to live my life
without causing any pain.

Well, it's not working!

I don't always do the right thing, I
don't always make the right decisions.

- Neither do I.
- There, you make mistakes.

No, that's a cop-out!

You think admitting to a problem is
the same as doing something about it,

and it's not!

- Nina...
- And so you reject me and hurt me.

And... you're the one who's terrified
of getting involved

and feeling anything,
and it's not fair.

- Do you remember seeing one?
- I don't know.

- It was such a blur.
- I can't live without a laundry.

I can't live there with a baby
without a spin cycle.

They've got pictures of everything
except a laundry.

- It's like they're hiding something.
- You're sounding a bit pregnant.

- What the fuck does that mean?
- I... I...

What?

It's him, it's him.

G'day, mate. How you going?

Really?

You sure?

Shit, that's great,
that's great.That is so great.

Thank you. You have no idea how much
this means, mate. Thank you.

OK, yep, sure. We'll talk. OK.
OK, bye.

He couldn't talk, he had to go. He
didn't even need to think about it.

- He said yes?
- He said yes.

- He said yes!
- He said yes.

- We're homeowners!
- Yes!

We're pregnant fucking homeowners!

- Hello!
- Oh!

- I come bearing gifts.
- Oh!

Mmm!

Oh, that's good.

- Ooh, what's in the bag?
- Croissants.

Ah!

So what have you done?

Nothing.

Just an impromptu visit, is it?

- The sugar and caffeine sweetener?
- Mm-hm.

Mmm.

So, um... how are things going
with you and Phil?

- I see.
- Are the two of you still, um...

- Seeing each other? Yep.
- Mmm.

I'm afraid we are.

Look, I understand this is...
a bit difficult for you, Darcy,

but really, you shouldn't
let it bother you.

Oh, look... Look, I don't...

I'm... It's not
that it bothers me...

Well, it does, actually,
but that's not the point.

Is there a point?

Did you know he speaks Spanish?

And French and Italian and Afrikaans.

Right.

Well, he also dances
with other women.

I saw him last night
dancing with another woman.

And?
And kissing.

And you're telling me this because?

I just wanted to be sure
that you knew.

I needed your protection
when we were married, Darcy.

I-I don't need it now.

And do you really think
I'd be stupid enough

to expect fidelity
from a man like Phil D'Arabont?

Well...

Mmm.

Good morning.

Sorry.

Nah, it was me.
Was it?

Mm-mm.

I just... Stop.
I don't know what this is.

You and me.

Yeah, neither do I.

I think we should...

You look really good
in a towel.

Not too shabby yourself.

You look good out of a towel too.
Shit!

Breakfast.
Is that Zara?

Yeah.
Shit!

What are you saying shit for?
I don't want Zara to know.

Well, what? That you slept with
a clinically challenged person?

God, I don't want Zara to know.
That you slept with a junkie.

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

Shit!
I'll slip out the door.

No, no, no, it's too late.
There's no time.

We had to finish a report,
it got too late,

so you had to stay here.

Get on the couch.

Morning.
Oh, good morning.

Hi, Zara. I didn't know
you were here.

We were working.
On the triplets report.

All night.
Hard work.

On the couch.
Good morning.

How can anyone be expected
to work all night long

and save lives all day?

Doesn't Clegg realise that you two
are doctors, for goodness sakes?

I mean, talk about
unrealistic expectations.

Exactly.

Any chance I can get a lift to work
with you?

Yep.

So how come you two
are writing a report together?

Uh, Clegg asked us to write a report

on the triplets that we delivered
recently.

- Remember?
- I do.

I'm just trying to understand
why an anaesthetist

and an obstetrician
would be writing a report together.

- Is that standard?
- No, it's Clegg.

He's trying to encourage
more interdisciplinary teamwork.

Oh. Is that working?

As a matter of fact, it is.

Hey, thanks for the lift.

Oh, and off the record,

I had no idea the walls
in your apartment were so thin.

I just wanted to apologise
for anything you might have heard

over the past few weeks.

Oh, Billie!

- Hi, Nina.
- Hi, Mick.

Hey! Ooh, God!

- You're hurting me.
- It's official.

Mick and I are the proud owners
of 25 Shirley Street, Collingwood,

and it's thanks to you.

Thank you.

You're hurting me.

Sorry. It's just we have
a cubbyhouse now, because of you.

- Cubbyhouse?
- And a proper laundry.

With a cupboard and a sink.

You two
have come such a long way.

- You're an arsehole!
- You're a psycho!

Hey, I could probably sneak you in
for that ultrasound now, if you like.

Yeah?

We couldn't remember if there was
a laundry or not.

Neens, it is so much better
than I remembered.

It's got these two toilets...

My big sister
with a grown-up mortgage.

- Going to be somebody's mum.
- ..Amazing bath.

I swear, as soon as I walked in,
I knew.

Like, it was like my instincts
went through the roof.

- Like, it felt like home, didn't it?
- Yeah, totally.

And... and it reminds me of Mum's
place in a weird kind of way.

You know the way you walk into it,
and feel instantly at home?

Just keep talking, Billie,
please don't stop talking,

so I don't have to start.

And it's just... it's big, and...

There's no heartbeat.

The baby's size suggests that it
stopped growing very recently.

Probably in the last week.

But I... I didn't feel...

- Oh.
- There's no way you could've known.

Oh!

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

There's no reason,
there's no warning,

and there's absolutely nothing
anyone can say or do.

Hi. Yep.

Nothing can prepare you
for how wrong some silences are.

Hey, Neens.

What?

I could just pretend
I didn't hear it.

Patrick!

Thank you.

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