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COMMENTATOR: Peter Lum, he has had his head absolutely battered

by the St Helens lock.

The only way he ain't getting back out there is if he's fucking dead.

I think a son needs his dad when he's 14,

but he's 16 now and he needs me more.

You booted him out.

Peter!

How you doing today?

What happened on Wednesday? Huh?

Everyone's talking about it.

..picks a charity or chooses... (CROWD GASPS)

Everything OK? Everything...everything is.

Dating you is like 50 First Dates, you know?

Is that, like, a movie name or something?

I wanna write about it, Chris. I want back in.

You know what, Hanlon? It's a non-story.

MAN: (OVER RADIO) Mate, you've got a Dreamliner

coming down on top of you, mate.

WOMAN: Mr Lum, can you hear me?

Plum.

(PLUM SOBS)

RENEE: G'day, Stevo.

WOMAN 2: Hi, Lorraine. PLUM: G'day, Lorraine.

WOMAN: Plum. Renee.

Stevo. MAN: Legend.

How you feeling, Pum? Big day.

A bit nervous, skipper? A bit?

He was up at 6am, stomping around the place.

I think he used a whole tub of Brylcreem in his hair.

Gel. I use gel.

You two men behave yourselves at the party afterwards.

Yes. We don't want any vomiting in the taxi this time.

Yeah, we were pissed.

I blame the dodgy spring rolls for that.

Oh, yeah. See you in there. Is it this way?

It's just round the corner. Here, I'll show you.

Might even get to the loo.

Love? You alright, babe?

Come on, Albert.

Plum! Come on, you're up first, mate. Come on!

How long are we gonna wait?

I feel like I've been waiting on this prick my whole life.

You can't pick your family.

Come on, Plum, it's about to start! Come on!

OK, Spud! (WHISTLES)

Alright. I'll meet you in there, babe.

Yeah.

(GROANS)

Hey!

Dad?

Always knew you were the best.

You said you'd be in good shape for the presentation, Dad.

'98 Freightliner Prime Mover.

What? '98 Freightliner.

Not too much. Is that a truck?

Yeah, it's a freight truck.

Will you buy it for me? Huh?

Buy me a truck, I'll get back to work.

Not too much, not for you, eh?

Mr Captain Of The Australian Kangaroos, you know?

Oh, skip-skip.

Bye, Dad.

Me china plate.

Are you me china plate?

Mate?

WOMAN: Mr Lum, I wouldn't have thought a big, tough guy like you

would be afraid of a little needle like this one.

This is glucose.

Helps the radioactive tracers show up what's inside.

My uncle knows you. He said... All good.

Just pop your head back for us, mate.

Sure, mate.

Now, it's a bit awkward inside,

but all the best things in life are, no?

Go, Sharks!

See you soon.

(MACHINE WHIRRS)

All good, Mr Lum?

Well, at $900, it oughta be good, Doc.

RENEE: Now, you go inside and tell Charmayne what happened.

GIRL: Bye, Mr Lum. (DOOR CLOSES)

You can call me Plum. Oh, amazing.

Can Dad, as well? He talks about you all the time.

Says you're the king of Cronulla.

OK. OK.

Are you going to? Huh?

Are you? What?

Oh, Plum!

Renee.

You must. What?

Tell your girlfriend what's happened. And your son.

Hey, don't you say shit to him, OK?

Oh... (BABY CRIES)

You'd better go.

Just rein it in - with the drinking and everything else.

I don't have benders anymore. You have to.

I don't take drugs anymore. Not since Charmayne...

Charmayne moved in. It's good. Good.

Then just... It's good.

Were you...were you even listening, Peter?

You can't drive for six months, OK?

And if you don't change the way you live,

it's dementia or death, they said.

Dementia or death?!

They said maybe them two, but only if I have the thing

they don't even know I have, because they're junior doctors.

Here's the referral they made out.

It's to a specialist named Liz Lombardo.

And you are going to call her, OK?

Peter, don't just go and crack a beer, alright?

Oh, will you shut up, Renee? This is real-life shit.

Seriously, Renee, shut the fuck up! Are you hearing me?

No, I won't shut the fuck up!

It's your fault. You made me next of kin.

So here I am, next to you.

(BABY CRIES)

See you at the match, Saturday.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(PLUM CLEARS THROAT)

How is everyone?

Uh, good, Dad. How are you?

Yeah, I'm all good.

Did you have a bender?

No. No?

Why are you smelling me? No, you smell good!

Whose tracksuit is that?

Uh, my uniform got wet.

Oh.

So, if you didn't go out, then why are you just getting home?

I did a double shift.

Double shift?

The airport closes at 11pm, it's 8 am now.

Yeah, I was the last tug to complete at 11,

and then the freight guys had some freighties come in.

What's a freightie?

I don't think that's gonna be in your biology exam.

A freightie is a plane that carries mail and letters and...goods.

Was there a lot of freighties?

Yeah, there was a lot of freighties, actually.

And there was also talk of a lightning storm,

so they brought us in for an hour, but that didn't eventuate, so...

Why didn't you text me on your break, Peter?

'Cause my phone was in my locker, Charmayne.

(DOOR OPENS)

(WHISPERS) Peter, why do you have these?

Hey...

..it's nearly 9pm.

What? Nine? Yes.

You've been asleep for 12 hours.

Far out. Do you want to join us for dinner?

Ainslee made chicken fajitas. What's going on?

(SIGHS) You tell me, babe.

Do you remember when we met in Tahiti?

You were living in that little beach shack.

And you were on a bender.

I was riding big waves.

Then I met you...

..and everything changed.

And the sun came out in my love.

Come have something to eat.

OK?

OK.

(SIGHS)

Oh, come on, old man.

Faster! Go!

Come on, give me 10 more.

Where's the car?

The wagon? Where is it?

I think I'll do my bolognaise tonight.

Coach Bobby D's taking the team out for pizza in Caringbah, remember?

Friday, then. Load up for the big game.

Sweet. Or savoury.

But, Dad, where's the car?

Stavros from work has it.

Who the heck is Stavros when he's at home?

Stavros from work.

He's interested in buying the same model for his young family,

so I said, "Why not borrow ours for a bit?"

But you said you'd take me to the game like normal.

And this isn't any game, this is my grand final, Dad.

In, like, two days.

So, can you tell Stavros from work to bring the car back?

Or do you want me to catch the bus with the other guys?

It's coming.

So you just...focus.

What about your pump-up speech, Dad?

Don't worry, you'll get your pump-up speech.

I just want to say that...

..I'm OK with not doing Plum's Cafe.

I think you are right.

It is my thing, so...

..I'm going to do it myself.

Do you wanna go for a swim tomorrow?

In the morning? Body bash down the beach?

What?

Oh, do you want me to pick you up

anything from the supermarket tomorrow?

Because I'm getting stuff for the bolognaise.

What?

Do you think I'm going to cheat on you or something?

No, I trust you.

Good. I trust you, too.

Alright, straight in and squat jumps! Come on, girls.

And none of your bullshit half-arsed squats, either!

Make 'em long, make 'em deep!

Grab that ball and hold.

Fuck my life, Lexi!

This is it, girls.

Long and deep till you weep.

Lexi.

Yep. Three, two, one.

(ALL GROAN) And ground. We're done.

Jab. Lean forward, Gav.

Keep your right arm up against your chin.

Pop them in. Jab, jab.

Triple jab.

Yeah, good work, young Lum.

Gav, if you want, I can grab some shin pads

and we can do some more attack training.

I've been training this kid since he was the size of a dumbbell.

It's true. Taught him how to box and lift.

He grew up, crawling underneath them benches.

I can see that.

I remember you and Dad ripping into each other.

Yeah.

One, two hook. Right hand.

Come on, come on, come on, come on! That's it, that's it!

Come on, Sharky boy.

One, two. Big stuff, big stuff! Big stuff!

Yeah! Ah! Stuffed it!

Alright, I want you to go out there tomorrow,

alright, and take what's yours.

OK, son? Yeah.

In this life you take what's yours.

Right.

Keep working.

What do you reckon, Gal? He's going OK, Brick.

Up, up, Cronulla. Up, Cronulla.

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

GAVIN: Hey, hey, hey!

Ciao, ciao. Is that...spaghetti?

I'm jumping in the pool first. That smells amazing.

Yes, Chef. Can I try...

No, no. Come on, don't shove me.

(KISSES)

Plum? Yes, Ains?

Did you train, Gav?

Did Gavin tell you that we're going to Bali in December?

A little bit in the ring, Paul Gallen on the pads.

Gal was there? With Brick there?

Brick reckons he's taken over a million punches on the pads

over the years, so his forearms are all shot now.

Sorry, Ainslee, what was that you were saying?

You can travel by yourself at 16, you know, Plum?

I do know that.

At 17, I was billeted from Forbes to Cronulla.

That's when you met Mum, didn't you?

Your mother's family were my first lodging, that is correct.

Oh, my gosh, how romantic.

Anyone else coming in for a dip?

Sorry, Char. Sauce.

And that's, uh... that's when they met.

Mum was two years younger.

Same age difference as us. Yeah, then they got married.

So, Plum, with Bali...

Yeah, your mother's family were very generous to me.

Mm. Suss it later.

What's that?

I don't eat gluten.

It's really good, Dad. Yeah.

Maybe your best yet. Mm-hm.

I did ask you last night on the balcony

if you wanted anything from the store.

There's quinoa pasta in the cupboard.

But I forgot to remind you.

Quinoa.

It's all good. It's OK.

I like white pasta.

I like the carbs, see? I'm a growing boy.

Your head is growing. (LAUGHS)

Oh, we normally have quinoa pasta instead of the white pasta.

Yes. Oh.

See?

OK, here's to Gavin's big final tomorrow.

And to Ainslee only having one more exam.

To Gavin. Mm. To Ainslee.

Health.

(HUMS MELODY)

(GAVIN JOINS IN)

Two, three, four.

PLUM AND GAVIN:

white and blue

AINSLEE: (JOINS IN)

Come on, sing it. Yeah.

(BEEPING)

This clock... Just use your phone.

No.

What time do you want to wake up?

Um...6:45.

Done!

OK. You've got about 30 seconds if you want cuddles.

Giddy-up. I'm wearing your T-shirt here.

Oh, I like it. (SNIFFS) I'm smelling Plums.

Ah! All you footy players

just want to bang-bang each other anyway, right?

(LAUGHTER AND SHRIEKING FROM ANOTHER ROOM)

What's going on over the hallway?

Exactly what they tell Argentinean soccer players not to do.

What's that?

The coaches don't let them have sex before a game.

Surely you know this.

During the World Cup,

they need to maintain the tension, no release.

I hate soccer. It's always nil-nil. And the carry-on.

I just hope he doesn't get her pregnant.

What, get off at Redfern? Oh, you remember that now?

Yeah, I remember. During practice.

You'll show me, right?

Show you what? Behind the wall.

Behind the wall?

(ALARM BLARES) Bloody...

(ALARM STOPS)

Fucking thing! Peter!

What?!

OK, come. Come here, come here. Sit down with me.

Don't talk to me like I'm a kid. What?

I said don't talk to me like I'm a kid.

Oh, God!

Now you're behind the wall.

(BAG ZIPS UP)

Don't you dare touch me!

You know I grew up with that shit. You know my ex-husband used to...

I didn't hit you, Charmayne. I just...

Come on.

I didn't hit you, I...I...

I just...

What happened?

Where'd Charmayne go?

Dad, did you do something?

Hey!

Oh, is that...

I didn't think you'd come.

It's an early one, Saturdays. (SOFTLY) Uh...yeah.

WOMAN: Who's that? It's Charmayne!

Oh, we'll just wait for you over here.

(SIGHS)

(HORN HONKS OUTSIDE)

(FEEDBACK WHISTLES)

(GRUNTS)

Morning.

Hey.

A pistachio biscotti, perhaps?

Always a bit peckish after an ocean swim.

Paired with an almond flat white.

I have this new frother, so I attempted froth.

But I find froth is a bit tricky with almond milk.

Don't you find? Yeah.

I'm sorry, what's your name?

Tatania. Tatania.

Peter Lum.

I know who you are.

You're the...footy-ball...

The tough guy, right?

So, this is your bar, is it?

The Old Bike Shed, yeah.

Oh, is that what it was? An old bike shed?

When I bought it.

I kept the name, and a friend and I had

a crafternoon and made this sculpture

out of all the discarded bikes.

Sort of a homage to its original form.

How long has it been a bar for?

Uh, two-ish years? Really? I haven't heard of it.

Oh, yeah. Uh...mm.

Have you always worked in hospitality?

No. I've never done much of anything, really.

I inherited a lot of money when my father died.

Oh, sorry.

Don't be. He wasn't very nice to me.

"Ashamed."

Figured I'd use his evil corporate dollars to start the Old Bike Shed.

Got it.

Hopefully, seeing all the local queers, poets, misfits

piling in here has him spinning in his grave.

Is that the crowd, is it?

Well, anyone can ride a bike, can't they?

So anyone's welcome here.

And if your bike's broken, we'll fix you up with love and acceptance

and sometimes poetry.

Don't you want a coffee with the girls?

Uh...no. I'm gonna head back to my car.

Mm.

Don't like us, Charmayne?

Thanks for including me.

Is everything OK?

Yeah. Yes, I just.... I didn't sleep well.

Mm. Did Plum say something?

Something? That kept you awake?

No. No, no. I...I just had a rough night.

Yeah, it must...must be extra frightening for you

when Plum gets Plum.

I mean, you've uprooted your life and moved over here to be with him,

put all your eggs in one basket.

My eggs are fine, Renee. Thanks.

Oh, OK. That's fine.

Well, I guess I'll see you this evening.

Yeah, yeah.

At the game. You're gonna drive them all out?

Am I driving? Yeah.

To Gav's final tonight.

I'm not sure. But I'll see you there.

Mm-hm. Yeah.

Thank you.

Oi!

This isn't a hostel, mate.

Afternoon.

Oh.

Can I offer you a craft beer?

A friend of mine has a brewery in Ramsgate.

These ones are a bit fennelly though.

Or should I not offer booze to a suicidal...

Holy shit. I don't have my phone!

Late for work?

I lost my job.

Makes sense.

Well, today might just be your lucky day twice.

Why's that?

I happen to be looking for a new security guy.

If you're interested in joining the Old Bike Shed team.

Who's the team?

Do you really need a security guy?

Gets pretty wild in there. You'll see.

Tatania... Yes, Peter?

I wasn't gonna jump.

What? Up on that headland.

I was just having a little bo-peep. I wasn't gonna jump.

Yo! Yo!

Good morning.

I'm Tatania.

I'm Hugh.

Hello, Hugh.

Hello, you. Cheers, Tatania.

Cheers, Tatania.

So, poetry's on Tuesday night, yeah? Starts at 7pm, security guy.

It's called Lost For Words.

It's a bohemian fruit salad of performance and ideas.

Drive safe.

OK. (STARTS CAR)

(SNEEZES) You right, mate?

Hey, Tatania! Thank you!

Thanks for collecting me.

Do you want some cash for that cab out to the airport?

I appreciate it, mate.

It's good the airline's not gonna release it to the press.

Get a nice, tidy handout, too. That's good.

They said don't drive any vehicle for six months.

What?

And they want me to see a head doctor.

Are you gonna?

I got a referral, but I haven't called the lady yet.

God, if you go, I should. Yeah?

What, you...you reckon you might have a little bit of, um, upstairs stuff?

The amount of times I got hit in the head going for a mark, you know.

I think AFL has even more concussion,

doesn't it, than you animals?

Hey, you don't wanna drive us out to Gavin's game tonight, do ya, Hugh?

You can watch it.

Nah, I'm going to the pub with Matt. A few tips come in, you know.

Hey, mum's the word with this shit, OK?

I don't wanna hear Plum's in trouble, Plum's got a head knock, Plum...

Yeah, yeah.

Alright? Yeah.

Hey. (CAR PULLS UP)

Hi.

Did I mention how good it is being single?

AINSLEE: I want to get out of this car.

CHARMAYNE: You've done great.

OK, now...

Why are they walking in front of the car?

In here. Wait, this one here?

Slowly.

Oh.

Yeah.

Good. Handbrake.

Shitballs! I can't believe we made it.

Neither can I. No offence.

You should have no doubt about what you have to do today.

Right.

You only get one shot.

Eminem?

When I played my first grand final...

..proper one, back in Forbes, and we were in the sheds before the game,

and all the other boys, they were, um,

wrapping that stuff around their boots,

that sticky stuff, you know...

Tape? Tape, yes.

Right, tape. Tape.

But I didn't tape up my boots because my dad always said to me,

"Tie your laces up tight, son."

That's what Dad always said to me before I ran out,

so I didn't tape up my boots, I just tied up them laces...tight.

So, what are you saying?

Kaia, my tote. Boot. OK, I'm not staff.

Uh, Ren. Kaia.

Brick. Where's bubba?

Tallulah? She's at home.

Ren, Brick, Kaia. Hey.

Hi. I should have brought a jacket.

It's cold. Oh, use my jacket.

No, you'll need it. I don't want it.

We've got some old Brick's Gym hoodies in the back of the truck.

Oh, yeah, that would be great. Thanks, Brick.

Please don't make me drive back home. I can't do that in the dark.

OK. Here, I'll take those.

I imagine you'll have a few beers after the game.

Well, result dependent.

I should have just went on the team bus like normal kids do.

Then you would have missed my pump-up speech, son.

About tape? Yeah. Yeah, nice.

RENEE: Are you OK, darling? No, I'm not, Mum.

Love you, son! Well, you're a winner!

All hail the king of Cronulla.

Hey. Dad, I'm signing on.

Forget the shit I said in the car.

You're here 'cause you put the work in, you hear me?

Never take a backward step.

So, we've got this young girl driving this big car

with all of us in it, and he's in the back,

just like everything is normal, you know?

And I'm like, "What the heck is going on? Why is she driving?"

She's never been on the highway before.

I mean, I don't get it.

Yeah, it's not exactly relaxing for Gavin before the game of his life.

Exactly, Brick. It's so not.

I've got some good news, Char.

If you're open to it, I'll talk to Kutiote and...

Hello. Could you sign this?

Me?

Yeah, you're my Uncle Jeff's favourite player ever.

That's right. To Jeff?

PLUM: Does anyone want anything from the food van?

I'm gonna get a hot dog. Kaia?

No. Oh, no, I'm not hungry.

Kaia can't eat anything from here. Why not?

I'm gluten free.

When did everyone become gluten free? Did I miss something?

I mean, how are the Italians coping?

Yeah, don't start me.

Where's Oliver?

Tallulah's got a cough. He's on dad duties.

I did tell you this.

Yeah, he asked me to cheer twice as loud.

Bye, King.

ALL: Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women.

And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

(GAVIN MAKES HISSING NOISES)

You right, legend? Yep.

Sleep? Slept, yeah.

Nice one.

So, hey, I want you to always pass to space.

And if Louis gets tackled on... Kicking duties are with me.

Yeah, I know you know, legend, I just...

Yeah, probably more nervous than you, I'd say.

I saw Brick in the stands. Is Plum here yet?

You reckon he'd still do the presentation?

Oh, I don't know.

Yeah? Sure.

Yeah. Yeah.

Legend.

Have you told her yet? Eh?

Charmayne. Have you told her about your seizure?

Hmm. Because that's what you had.

You had an epileptic fit.

I had a moment, and I haven't had one since.

Alright, well, I'm gonna call Liz. Liz who?

Liz Lombardo. The bloody neurologist that the doctors...

Oh, Jesus, Plum. Really?

I'm gonna call her and book you in,

so you can expect a text with an appointment time.

I did offer. That is really good.

Do you remember that, Renee? I did offer you...

Yeah. Hot dog's amazing. Mm.

Tell your girlfriend, alright?

Before I take her out for a little drinky-poo.

Oh, no, no, no. This is none of your business, Renee.

Oh, yes, it bloody is. No, it's none of your fucking...

Yeah, it is. Excuse me, we've got a 16-year-old son called Gavin Lum

who's about to play his grand final.

Oh, and I'm your next of kin.

Hey, Lum.

Dana Hanlon.

Yes.

I'm really sorry to hear about Mo.

I had a lot of respect for him. He was a mentor of mine during Origin.

Yeah. He really liked you, Plum.

BRICK: What the fuck is she doing there?

Who is she?

Whatever you do, don't talk to her.

Snake in the grass.

Actually, I would love to speak to you.

I've sent Dad's brain to Boston to get checked for CTE.

CTE? Is that... Yeah.

Yeah, I'm looking to talk to players' wives, players themselves,

to see if they also might consider listing themselves.

Well... MAN: (OVER PA) Hello and welcome.

Today we are here for the grand final.

Good to catch up. We should catch up.

..and the Balmain Tigers

Harold Matthews under-17s teams.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

MAN: Go, son! Rip them!

Go, Gav!

MAN: Let's go, Gavin!

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

(SOFTLY) Come on, son. Your time.

(CHEERING)

Nice little touch.

6-nil. It's a good buffer.

Eyes-up footy. Yeah, he's on.

(WHISTLE BLOWS) Yeah!

(CHEERING)

Bury the weak pricks!

MAN: Sharkies all day!

Oh, sorry, sorry.

SPUD: Plum, come on!

Start time! Let's go!

I've sent Dad's brain to Boston to get checked for CTE.

(CROWD EXCLAIMS)

Head high!

MAN: Ref! Where's your guide-dog? (WHISTLE BLOWS)

Nah, nah, let him go. He'll be alright.

(GAMES BEEP AND CHIME)

No joy?

Do I look like a winner, pal?

The name's Bukowski, old cock.

Charles. And, yes, to me you are a king.

King of Cronulla.

Hang on a second.

Do you get buses in the Sutherland Shire?

COACH: Sharkies! Sharkies! Sharkies!

ALL: Oi! Oi! Oi!

(CHANT) Bobby D! Bobby D! Bobby D!

I just want to say congrats to Louis and all the boys.

Um... Up, up, Sharkies!

(ALL CHEER)

Sorry. Calm down, me.

I'm too excited, sorry.

Um, well, without further ado,

to present this year's Barry Russell Medal,

uh, best on field,

he's certainly the toughest player I've ever seen.

And...and he's a Queenslander, as well, so...

MAN: Queenslander!

Alright, make him feel welcome. Benny Fifita - Brick.

Come on.

(APPLAUSE)

Is Plum here? MAN: They played well.

Ainslee. Ainslee, right?

Hi. Dana Hanlon. You must be very proud of your boyfriend.

Everything OK here?

Charmayne. Yes.

Plum's partner. Yeah.

Hi.

Player of the match. Young Lum. Get up here, son.

(CHEERING)

COACH: Legend!

Gavin! Whoo!

Well done, mate.

Where's Gavin's old man?

Good job, boys.

And, you know, my dad was a good guy.

You know, he...he always bought us a soft drink after the game,

and...and took us to the river when it was hot.

"Never take a backward step..."

..he said

Never take a backward step.

And I say that...I say that to Gavin before his game.

So, I, um...

So? So...I believe, Peter Lum...

..that you should read Ham On Rye.

It's a book about my life.

I don't read books. Well, start now, asshole!

Why?

Then maybe...

..after that...

..you can write your own tale.

You could fuck off.

Yeah, you fuck off.

We're all rocketing towards the final song, you know that, cock?

What a circus.

And that should mean we're kind to each other, but it don't.

It don't.

Never take a backward step.

(RAPID PERCUSSIVE MUSIC PLAYS)

MAN: (SHOUTS) Never take a backward step!

Never take a backward step.

Never!

Never take a backward step!

Never take a backward step.

(DISTORTED) Never take a backward step.

COMMENTATOR: This is outrageous, Martin.

And, look, I'm not one to jump on the side of an Australian,

but this poor bloke, he has had his head

absolutely battered by the St Helens lock who's come out of the line,

and it's intentional.

He only had eyes for the poor man's head.

And Peter...Peter Lum,

who brings his pregnant wife Renee over to the UK

to finish what has been an astounding career

at all levels of the game,

and I don't know if he will bounce back from that, Martin, my gosh.

COMMENTATOR 2: Oh, yes, and as we know,

it's not the first time we've seen... (FADES OUT)

Come on, son.

Big game from you.

Step off. Everything I showed ya.

Hey!

Hey! Ee-ee! Yeah, me

You let us in, mate?

My son's playing his grand final!

Game finished hours ago, mate.

Hey?! Hey?!

Game finished hours ago. What was the score?!

I was with Bukowski, but he's fucking smoke-bombed.

My friend, I think you need to get home. It's late.

Looks like you've had some alcohol.

Who won the game? Who won the game?!

It's my son's grand final! Hey, hey, you! Come back here!

GAVIN: Hey. Dad, you're on the front lawn. Come on.

Hey!

Dad! Wake up!

Oh!

Drink this.

(GROANS)

You OK?

Yeah. You?

Your eye looks sore.

Did you even see what happened?

Like, how I got hit? Did you see the stiff arm, Dad?

I think I was in the toilet.

Well, did you at least see me score?

You scored?!

I scored three tries, Dad. Kicked six goals.

Won man of the match.

And two scouts - one from Storm, one from Manly - came.

No son of mine will play for Manly.

(DOOR OPENS)

I'll get my swimmers. Ains. Girls.

Hey, Plum. No, you just stay here, alright?

Go get yourself cleaned up or whatever.

GIRL: Oh, my God, he's so embarrassing.

(GIRLS GIGGLE)

Espresso?

Thanks, mate.

We opened the gym in 15 minutes, boss.

Oh!

Party-party, huh?

(GROANS)

Holy moly.

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

Ah!

I haven't done that in years.

Yeah, me too.

I'm sorry. What for?

The night.

I suggested we get bags in.

No, I mean, I took your bed.

I'm all about the couch these days.

(SIGHS) I don't normally do that stuff.

Me neither.

I think I overshared.

You know, all that business I told you...

..about things that Plum has said and done.

That's 5%, you know?

He's great most of the time.

And we are happy family -

me and Gav and Ains and Peter.

So...

..just forget it all.

OK?

But we'll still do Gym and Trim, right? The cafe?

(PHONE RINGS)

Hi, you've reached Charmayne from Gym and Trim Cafe.

Leave a message and... Gym and Trim? What now?

BRICK: (ON RECORDING) Where's the whisky?

(BEEP!)

It's me. I miss you.

Um...can we talk soon, please?

Are you coming home, or...

(CAN OPENS)

Bukowski?

Is that beer from my fridge?

You know, it's not the big things that tip a man over the edge.

Jesus Christ, is this really the time?

Death he's aware of. Failure? Belly flab?

No, no, no, it's none of that.

Charles, I can't. Not now. It's the small things.

It's the little things that send a man to the madhouse.

I'm fucking warning you, man. I am warning you.

That's right, cock,

it's a continuing series of tiny tragedies

that send a man insane and take us down.

Crocodile rolling with resentments, a misfired multi,

a parking ticket, a broken shoelace.

It's the shoe.

(ROARS)

This is too much for me.

Seriously, dude, you got it bad.

I'm gonna have to call in Sylvia.

Sylvia? Who's Sylvia?

You'll know her when you meet her.

(PHONE RINGS)

Uh, hi, Sarah.

Are you in the bushes? No, no, I'm just gardening.

Oh, right. Are you coming to Mum's 75th?

I sent you an email a week ago. Do you check your emails?

Anyway, she really wants you there. She's on a bit of a downward spiral.

This might be the last time we all get together at the house.

Yeah, yeah.

Peter? Yeah.

Well, just...I think it would be nice to have a barbie.

We'll be outside, alfresco.

You can have a swim in the river if you want. That's full.

Doug will do his chicken.

I'll make some nice...

(ENDS CALL)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

Hey.

Son.

I just thought I'd come back and say

that if you wanted to go to the beach, then I'll wait for you.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Have a shower. Then we'll go for a swim.

I can't get my face wet, but I'll still go in to my hips.

Just go, mate.

Eh? I said just go.

I just came back for you, Dad.

My girlfriend and her friends were laughing.

Go stay at your girlfriend's, then.

What? Stay at Ainslee's.

No, I'm not saying... I said just go!

I can't look at you.

(SOBS)

(READS) "Dear Gavin. Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. Enjoy."

Don't agree to anything.

We're gonna take their offer, explore it with the Sharks.

RENEE: Where does he think we're going after this?

He's not gonna think anything unless you turn it into a big deal.

Whatever?! Whatever?!

This is strictly just between us, Plum.

I don't want to meet new people

or do new things, because I might not remember stuff.

What's this for? Nothing.

And I'm fun! I'm fun, too.

I'm scared! Yeah, I'm scared too.

I'm so fucking scared.

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