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- We've got your kayak, ya prick!

- RU: People are calling for you to be sacked.

- I can't be late again. I have to go.

(DOOR SHUTS, BABY FUSSES) - We had a bit of a rough night.

- I'm just scared the whole time, you know, that something bad's gonna happen to him,

and I'm not gonna be able to protect him. - Tom.

Why can't you just admit you're wrong about everything, Mum?

- He was just being a nice, kind man, and you crucified him for it.

- It almost destroyed me, almost destroyed my family.

- Why can't you just admit it?

You were wrong.

(WIND BLOWS)

(FIRE CRACKLES)

(THUD! BUILDING CREAKS)

(BIRDS CAW OUTSIDE)

(WAVES CRASH)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

- Kia ora. Moira here from down the road.

Seen you over the last couple of weeks. I'm just checking in. You all good without power and...

I'll leave you be. Um...

There's a cray here for you, love.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES REPEATEDLY)

(TUNE-YARDS' 'JAMAICAN')

- # Crazy days of crumpets in a crazy raisin rhyme.

# Sell it for a nickel when you buy it for a dime.

# Underneath the water is a crackle and a line.

# Lay upon your belly like a stone along your spine.

# I see you.

# I see you.

# Ooh, she's not Jamaican.

# See, I told you so.

# She's all white; she's not black.

# She doesn't have any soul.

# Get soul. #

- Nope. - Please don't.

I need to say something.

- What? - To Grace as well.

It'll take two minutes.

(CHUCKLING)

Penny's here.

Uh, sorry. Were you― you celebrating something?

- We were just, uh...

It's Grace's graduation, so... just...

- Oh God. Of course. - Mum, what do you want?

- I just...

wanted to say that I was wrong...

about everything.

I know you didn't abuse Ollie or anyone all those years ago, and...

and what I've done, what I did...

was...

unforgiveable.

- Why now after all this time?

- Cos it suits her. Cos it's convenient for her.

- Ollie came to see me.

He made me understand everything.

Phil, I've accused you of some terrible, terrible things, and I am so sorry.

- Your sorry?

That's it ― you're sorry?

- Grace, listen, I know the last few― - I have an announcement too, actually.

- This is not the time or the place. - Yeah, it is. We're moving to Scotland.

- What?

When?

- Well, Dad's got a job starting in a couple of weeks, and I've applied for a nursing position in Glasgow.

- How long have you been planning this? - Since you took Walt.

- Penny.

It was her idea to go.

You need to know that.

- I just don't get why you didn't tell me. - We were going to.

It's not my fault.

I was just waiting for the right time.

- Bye, Grace. - Bye.

- Phil. - See ya.

See ya.

- Well, I'm not falling for it.

- Grace, she admitted she was wrong.

Grace. She admitted she was wrong.

You any idea what that means to me?

(WASPS BUZZ)

- God! Stop! Stop!

Ow! Ow!

(WASPS BUZZ)

Fuck you.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Fuck you! Fuck!

- GRAHAM: Penny! You OK? - (GRUNTS)

- Get round the back! - Oh God!

- Here we go. You need to keep still for this. This is gonna hurt.

Here we go. Just let me get that on there. I know it's hurting.

Just gotta get that doing it's job there.

All right. Good. OK?

All right? Yeah? Chin up, eh? Chin up, soldier. All right, good.

Now, look, have a drink. That'll help calm ya some more.

And then... You all right? That's it.

Now let me just have a look at this one up here. Just lean over a bit.

Ooh. (INHALES SHARPLY) Ooh, yeah, that's nasty. OK.

All right. That's it.

OK. - Thank you, Graham.

- It's all right, Penny. - SOBS: Thank you.

- It's all right now. Come on. You're gonna be OK. All right?

Take a second. That's right. - (SOBS)

Thank you.

- There, there. Come on now.

It's OK. - (SOBS)

(PANTING)

- It's OK.

What's the matter?

Tom.

(BABY CRIES)

(SIGHS)

(RAIN PATTERS)

(SOMBRE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

- Hi. Sorry to barge in.

Um, Tom, can I have a quick word?

- I can't talk. I'm late for work. - Look, I'll― I'll be quick.

How would the police go about finding a missing person?

- Who? - Ollie Gleeson.

I went round to his flat, and they said they haven't seen him in three weeks.

- How is that my problem let alone yours?

- Well, when he came to see me, he talked about suicide.

And he's tried before, so... I was just wondering if you would go and try to find him.

- (CHUCKLES DRILY) Really? - Yeah.

- I'm so sick of this family.

You all just fuckin' use me when it suits you and piss off when it doesn't.

- What was that about?

Kate? - He's been in a shit every since he found out Grace is leaving.

- Well, they're close. I mean...

he's gonna miss Grace and Walt.

- He's in love with her.

- What? (CHUCKLES) No, he's not.

- How do you know? - Oh, come on. They're family.

- I'm his family. Eli's his family. Why are we not enough?

- You're just exhausted. You both are. That's all it is.

- Well, he won't talk to me. Something's the matter.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

- Cheers, mate.

- God, sorry I'm late. - It's OK.

- (SIGHS)

Did I get you that shirt?

- Nope.

- Hmm.

Uh...

Listen, I know that you didn't have to meet me here. I mean, I wouldn't if I were you.

I'd hate me forever if I were you.

So, thank you.

- You any idea what it was like for me...

to go home to Glasgow...

without you,

without Grace,

and explain why to my mother?

She wasn't a vindictive woman, but she died hating your guts.

She died not being able to say goodbye to her one and only grandchild.

She died before she could even see Walt being born.

Any idea what that was like for me, the hurt for my family?

- (SIGHS)

Look...

I know you don't owe me a fucking thing,

but I can't bear the thought of Grace and Walt and you going away without me somehow making this right.

I need to make it right. They're all I have.

- Well, for a start, you stop making it all about you.

- Yeah.

(CHUCKLES DRILY)

What do I do?

Tell me what to do.

- OK, for a start, then, you could tell her you're happy for her...

that you're pleased she's going. That's all she wants to hear.

- How? How? She won't even see me. She won't talk to me.

- Have a party.

A going away party.

- Would she come? I mean, would you come? - Mm-hm.

- Would you...

Would you talk to her?

I mean, is it better for― for me to ask her or you? - No, no, I'll do it. I'll do it.

- OK. Thank you. You don't have to do this, but thank you.

- I'm not doing it for you; I'm doing it for her. - I know. I know.

(SIGHS)

- Can I ask you something? - Yep.

- Did you ever have an affair when we were married?

- No.

No!

(LOW ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

- (GASPS)

(COUGHS)

(COUGHS)

Ugh.

Oof.

(INHALES) Oh!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DISTANCE)

(INTERCOM BUZZES)

(DOOR BUZZES)

(WALDECK'S 'WHY DID WE FIRE THE GUN?' PLAYS)

- # Lay down your head and show me if you like it.

# Lend me your ears and read me like a book.

# This conversation,

# it strikes me.

# No need for words.

# It's all understood.

# Lay down your head and show me if you like it.

# Wonder if there is something we did wrong.

# Nothing can stop me

# from shaking.

# Why did you have to fire

# that gun? #

(PIANO MUSIC)

(PEOPLE GRUNT)

- Ollie.

- So, are you...

bi-curious?

Pan?

Closet gay?

Or are you just browsing?

- Penny asked me to check up on you. She was worried you might be suicidal.

- Fuck off. I'm not gonna kill myself over her.

- You know, she finally admitted she was wrong about the whole Phil thing.

- Really? - Whatever you said got through to her.

- I just told her the truth.

He was fucking kind to me.

- How so?

- Talked to me like I had a brain.

I fell in love with literature because of him.

(CHUCKLES) I probably fell in love with him a bit too.

- But he never... - What?

- ...took advantage of you? - Oh, for fuck's sake. No, Tom, he never took advantage of me.

You know if Penny was gonna accuse Phil of having sex with anyone,

I would've thought it would've been you.

I mean, you were always the one that was tailing around after him like a little puppy dog.

(PANTS)

'Oh, look at me, Phil. Look at me.'

(PANTS)

'Oh.' (PANTS)

(HOWLS)

(CHUCKLES)

- (BREATHES SHARPLY)

(GRUNTS)

Ahh...

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

- (CHUCKLES)

- READS: Ay free, aff han' your story tell, when with a bosom crony.

- PHIL: Jesus, Tom. Burns is turning in his grave.

- Why can't he just talk English? - Eh, because he's Scottish.

- I don't get it. I don't understand.

- OK, Tom, Tom.

So, the poem is called Epistle to a Friend, which is just a fancy word for letter to a friend,

so it's an older man giving life advice to a younger man.

And if you look at this bit ― 'but still keep something to yoursel', ye scarcely tell to ony'.

What that means is you can tell your friends all the stories you like,

but always, always keep something to yourself. Good advice.

Right, carry on.

- READS: 'In ploughman phrase, "God send you speed,"

'still daily to grow wiser,

'and may ye better reck the rede

'than ever did the adviser.'

- Is it possible for your ears to bleed? - (LAUGHS)

- So, he's telling the young guy to be better than what he is.

- Tom, you're a genius. - At least there's one in the family.

(ORCHESTRAL STRING MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

- Hey, Tom.

- (SOBS SOFTLY)

(SOBS)

He told me he loved me.

And I tried so, so fuckin' hard.

(SOBS) - I'm sorry, Tom.

I'm so sorry I didn't see it.

We gotta get you some help.

- Nah. - Yeah. - Nah.

- We do. There are people who can help you, that you can talk to.

- Don't say a word.

- We have to. There are other kids. There could be other―

- I don't care. - Yes, you do. You do. I know you do.

- Fuckin' promise me.

I'll say you're lying again.

Fucking promise me!

- OK.

OK, I promise.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Hello? (WALT SQUEALS)

- Nana! - (GASPS)

- Nana! Nana!

- Oh, I've missed you. - Nana.

- Where's Mummy? Where's Mummy? Go find Mummy.

There she is.

Hi. - GRACE: Hi.

- How's the packing going? - Oh, you know, bit of a nightmare.

- Give me a job.

- What, seriously? - Mm-hm. I wanna help.

- OK.

Dad's found this little flat in Govan, which is, like, really central,

and it's by this huge train station, which Walt is really excited about.

But, you know, it's only two bedrooms, so it'll be, like, squeezy anyway, but we'll manage.

Dad also mentioned the party.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Is it cool to invite anyone that I like? - Absolutely. It's your party.

- I wanna ask Ollie, then.

- That's good.

That's really good.

- Mum.

- Grace.

Do you have to go?

- Yeah.

But, like, we'll have this party. We can just start again.

OK? (CHUCKLES)

I'll go get another box.

(ORCHESTRAL STRING MUSIC)

- (GASPS SOFTLY)

(SIGHS)

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER, MUSIC PLAYS)

(BOTH SPEAK INDISTINCTLY)

- Hi!

(BABY FUSSES)

- WALT: Rarr!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER, MUSIC CONTINUES)

- You want a very badly poured bubbles?

Hey, eat up, guys. Eat up. Please help yourselves.

(THE BETHS' 'WHEN YOU KNOW YOU KNOW' PLAYS)

- Hey. Well, thanks to the kebab king,

they are now ready.

And, Grace, I think you know this young man.

(BOTH CHUCKLE SOFTLY)

- GRACE: Thanks for coming.

- Ollie, I'm really glad you're here.

- Didn't need to worry about me.

- Whoo-hoo! Ollie!

- (LAUGHS) Hey, mate! What are you drinking?

- Nothing. - Nothing? Where's the drinks, my wee man?

- Look at this! - What is it?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER, MUSIC CONTINUES)

(BOTTLES CLINK IN FRIDGE)

- Tom, if you don't say something, I will.

- No, you won't. You fuckin' promised.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER, MUSIC CONTINUES)

(CLINKING)

- (CLEARS THROAT) Sorry. (CHUCKLES) I don't wanna stop the party or anything. I just, um...

I just had a couple of things that I wanted to say. Uh...

The last five years have been pretty tough.

But we, um...

we got through them, didn't we?

And...

there's a― there's a truth that I now know that...

there's nothing more important than family.

My beautiful girl here.

And the amazing wee man that she made. (CHUCKLES) Sorry.

Speech over. (LAUGHS)

Just get back to having fun, will you?

(SOBS SOFTLY) - It's OK.

(MARIA DALLAS' 'PINOCCHIO' PLAYS)

- # Do you love me, Pinocchio?

- OLLIE: Come on, Grace. (CHUCKLES)

- # Tell me lies, and your nose'll grow.

# With that poor wooden part that you call a heart,

# do you love me, Pinocchio?

- Ollie, no, I can't dance. - Yes, you can.

- # You are just a Pinocchio boy... - What is this music?

- (CHUCKLES) - # ...of a marionette toy.

# But if I got the string and let your heart sing... - CHUCKLES: Oh, stop.

- # ...will you give me life full of joy?

# Do you love me, Pinocchio?

# Tell me lies, and your nose'll grow.

# With that wooden part that you call a heart,

# do you love me, Pinocchio?

# You are just a Pinocchio man

# in the grip

# of Geppetto's hand.

# But if I got the twine,

# will you say you're mine

# and share all the things that we planned? - Nope.

- # Do you love me, Pinocchio?

# Tell me lies, and your nose'll grow.

# With that wooden part that you call a heart,

# do you love me, Pinocchio?

(MUSIC CONTINUES IN BACKGROUND)

- Ollie's amazing, isn't he? - What? - Ollie.

- Yeah. Little rascal.

- Hey, can I have a word?

- Sure, sure.

OK?

- Tom told me what you did to him.

- What?

- When he was a kid.

If you touch one hair on our grandson's head, I will rip you a-fucking-part.

I will tear you to pieces.

And I will go to prison for it.

I fucking swear.

- Mm-hm. - PARTYGOER IN BACKGROUND: Yeah. Oh my God.

- Excuse me, girls. Thank you.

- Call him. (CHUCKLING)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING CONTINUES)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING CONTINUES)

(GENTLE PIANO MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER, MUSIC PLAYS)

- Grace. Grace.

Have you seen Tom? - Um... He went for a surf at Potter's Point with Dad.

I thought you knew.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

- PHIL: We'll have to paddle out past the point. It's flat as a millpond here.

There's a place in Scotland that has the best right hand in Europe. God's truth.

I mean, it'll freeze your balls off, but it's stunning. You should come. - Yeah, maybe.

- So, Penny pulled me up.

Said you were saying things.

- No.

- Oh, just lying to me, was she?

- It wouldn't be the first time. - Mm-hm.

You know that...

what's happening in your life isn't my fault. You know that. - Never said... Never said itwas.

- Cos you don't want to play the victim card, Tom. It doesn't suit you.

Penny's an expert at getting inside people's heads and making them feel ashamed.

You're not ashamed of what went on between us?

Should I take that as a yes?

Jesus Christ. The amount of time I spent on you when nobody else gave a fuck.

- The amount of time?

- Aye, time.

And love.

That's what it was, Tom ― love.

Come on. Let's go. Let's go surf.

- You raped me.

- What did you say? - You raped me.

Over and over and over again.

- Jesus, that woman's got right inside your head.

- You made me feel like I was special.

- You were special. You just...

You just wanted too much.

- How did I know what I wanted? I was 14 years old.

- You knew.

You knew.

(GRUNTS)

- (PANTS)

(LOW ORCHESTRAL STRING MUSIC)

- (GRUNTS)

- Get up.

- Tom. Tom!

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

(ORCHESTRAL STRING MUSIC CONTINUES)

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(GRUNTS)

- (GASPS)

Oh Jesus!

No, no, no, no, no.

- (PANTS)

- (PANTS)

Tom!

(GRUNTS)

Tom, help me!

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Tom!

(GRUNTS)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(PANTS)

Tom.

Tom, listen to me.

You went out together.

You came in early. You thought he was following you. You went back to the car.

OK? And you waited.

And then you drove home.

Just go.

Just go! Go!

(GRUNTS)

(LOW ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(GENTLE PIANO MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

- Do you remember Tommy? - CHUCKLES: No.

- Tommy, um, had his hands down his pants. - (LAUGHS)

(PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES)

- (GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS, PANTS)

(PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(PANTS)

(WAVES CRASH)

(WATER LAPS)

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