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- (REFLECTIVE MUSIC) - (KIDS CALL OUT DISTANTLY)

GABY: What do you think will happen when you die?

You leave memories in other people's minds.

And what are you most afraid of?

Dying a long, painful death in a hospital.

Um, I'm at the maximum limit

for painkillers at the moment

and I just don't feel like myself

and I wanna be me when I die.

Anything you regret?

No.

No, I'm grateful for every day

that I've had since my first diagnosis.

I...

That's been a bonus.

Yeah, how lucky am I to have had the life that I've had?

What about admin?

Have you got a will?

Mm-hmm.

- An advanced care directive? - Yes.

And I've made a funeral playlist.

What about a legacy document?

You know, some people, they write letters

to their kids and their grandchildren

because it can be the role of the grandparent

to teach the grandchildren what it is to die.

And, you know, there's another thing

that you could make time for, you know, to prepare.

It's a little bit more pleasurable than writing a will.

Orgasms.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, there's a reason the French call them la petite mort.

So, uh, you seem to have everything organised.

What do you need me for?

I need to talk about dying.

I...I'm thinking about it all the time.

And I can't talk to my family or my kids

or my partner about it.

They just all want me to get better... miraculously.

Can you talk to them?

I just want them to know that I'll be OK

and they're gonna be fine when I'm gone.

I've raised my kids to be really resilient.

(QUIRKY ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

I can't get out of here.

No, no, no, there's been a landslip on the way in.

They said that the hearing is the last thing to go,

so she might be able to hear you.

(AIR HISSES, HEART MONITOR BEEPS)

Mum? Hey.

Mum, I'm sorry I'm not there.

I know how much...

I know how much you need me,

I'm... I'm coming.

I'll just be one more week and then I'm back.

And, um, just... just... It's one more week, yeah?

I'll... I'll be back soon. Before you know it.

Um, it's going really, really well over here.

Um, I had my character beefed up

and I'm one of the main parts now, so...

(AIR HISSES)

...you'd be really proud of me.

(HEART MONITOR BEEPS REGULARLY)

(POIGNANT MUSIC)

Oh, fucking wake up!

(OLY CRIES)

Mum, I'm not ready. (CRIES)

(QUIET CHATTER)

ROSA: Look, your little brother is getting so big!

He's going to be taller than you.

Thank you, Ita.

(POIGNANT MUSIC CONTINUES)

(AIR HISSES)

(SCREAMS)

NURSE: No, no, no.

- (EQUIPMENT BEEPS) - It's alright.

It's alright, Angie. It's helping you breathe.

ANGIE: Agh! (SCREAMS) - It's alright. You're OK.

- DOM: Ange... - (BEEPING CONTINUES)

(ANGIE MOANS)

NURSE: Just try and breathe slowly.

It'll help in a minute. Try and breathe slowly.

- Try and breathe slowly. - (BEEPING CONTINUES)

(NURSE SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(ANGIE SCREAMS)

NURSE: As quick as you can. Yep.

Just leave it on, alright, Angie?

NURSE 2: It's OK.

She's awake.

Ohh!

What? How's she going?

What's... Tell me, tell me. Is...

I don't know.

They say that she's so immunocompromised

that the infection could come back at any time

and she could die from that, but...

...she's demanding to go home, so...

She's kind of cranky.

The car's been here for 12 days.

Probably cost us a thousand bucks to get out.

This... this fucking tickles!

Argh!

This... Oh! Oh! Oh!

Here, here, let me.

Oh!

(SIGHS)

Just wanna go home. (GROANS)

(SLOW, QUIRKY MUSIC)

(PERCUSSIVE MUSIC LEAKS THROUGH HEADPHONES)

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Are you planning to stay in bed forever?

Mama, you don't understand. I love Lilliana.

"I love Lilliana, I love Lilliana."

I... You know what? I love cheese.

But it gets me bloated.

So, you know, we move on.

And you know what? Get a shower!

You want something to eat?

ANGIE: No.

Ginger tea?

No. I don't need you to do anything.

(PILL BOTTLES RATTLE)

What are you doing?

I'm taking all this shit to the chemist.

I want it out of the house.

The doctor said you might get more time if you keep going.

They make me feel sick

and I don't want any more time feeling like this.

You're supposed to be resting, OK?

So just, you know, we can do it tomorrow.

I can do it.

Just... just leave it for a night and think about it.

I have thought about it.

(ANGIE OPENS DRAWER)

(EDITH SIGHS)

(ANGIE CLOSES DRAWER)

(PILLS RATTLE)

- Oh, Santi. - (SANTI MUTTERS)

Hey.

Talk to your brother about women.

- Uh... they can do anything? - (ANGELO CRIES)

Oh, about break-ups.

What does he know about break-ups?

He married his high school girlfriend.

Well, hey, we did break up for a bit.

I would say just...

...distract yourself.

You know?

Separate. Space is good.

Be busy.

Yes, busy with work.

That's good. That's good for the mind.

- So, um, I'll take the baby. - Wait, what?

And then you can take him as your assistant

for... for the job.

I'm not doing that.

I...I work for myself.

So I can't pay anyone.

Oh, he doesn't need any money, because I pay for everything.

Angelo...

Yes, you don't wanna work. No, you don't need to work.

Well, hold on. I also... I don't need an intern. Like...

I'm busy, man.

Wait. Hold on.

- Wait. What? - ROSA: 'Bye!

When are you gonna bring him back?

Look, um, I'm not into incense or candles

or whatever death-witch stuff you've got.

I prefer 'end-of-life counsellor'.

And I don't have 'stuff', and I'm not a healer.

I work with death.

So you're like an unlicensed therapist

for people with a terminal diagnosis?

Actually, I never ask people what's wrong with them.

I really don't care.

And I work with so many people, I probably wouldn't remember.

And I don't just work with the people who call me.

I also work with their friends and family.

I'm looking for people to have the best death that they can,

and those that live on, to have a healthy bereavement.

Oh, right, well, I don't need bereavement counselling

because Angie's not dead,

and hopefully she'll be alive for some time.

(STOOL SCRAPES)

Angie wants to die at home, and I want to look after her.

Everyone wants to die at home.

Most of us die in hospital.

And while we're trying to die at home,

the partner becomes the carer and the cleaner.

It's fine by me.

I looked after my mother when she was dying.

Angie needs you to be her partner.

And she needs to be able to talk to her partner

about what is happening to her and how she feels about it.

It's time to let go of hope

and set a place for death at the table.

I'm not setting a place for death at the fucking table,

whatever that means.

I wanted to be with her for 20 years, and then it happened.

So don't tell me hope is pointless.

You can ignore it,

but it's happening.

(POIGNANT MUSIC)

(ROSA SPEAKS SPANISH)

But not like you, mi amor. Not like you. No, no.

You're all happy.

- Put it in there, man. - SEBASTIAN: Like, in there?

- Yes, yes. - Ahh.

Now, rinse it.

And you just fucking slather on and start cleaning the wall.

SEBASTIAN: Fuck that.

What are you doing, bro?

Put your back into it. Come on.

Oh, this is boring. It's just like cleaning.

That's why it's called sugar soap.

We're literally cleaning.

It will take forever.

I'll be as old as you. (CHUCKLES)

Hurry up, bro. Don't be lazy.

I'm done.

No, you're not done until the job is done.

(SEBASTIAN CLICKS TONGUE)

SANTI: How are we even related?

Hey, shut up.

You shut up.

Make me.

- Huh? - So, make me.

(THUMPING MUSIC LEAKS THROUGH HEADPHONES)

A little brat, eh?

You're such a good listener.

S�, mi amor.

Such a good listener.

And then you're gonna grow up

and be a little arsehole to your mama.

WOMAN: What a cute baby.

How old?

He's one years old.

Oh! Do you have any other kids?

No. No.

Just this cute, happy, perfect baby.

Aww.

See ya. (CHUCKLES) See ya.

(ANGELO BABBLES)

- Ahhh! - See ya.

See ya.

Are you sad because your girlfriend

doesn't love you anymore?

GRACIE: Did you want to marry her

and be together forever and ever?

He's a sad, dumped mess.

(SANTI LAUGHS)

- (WATER SPLATTERS) - (SANTI AND GIRLS LAUGH)

(GASPS)

Oh, if it's a surprise living funeral,

I want to change my outfit.

No, it's not a surprise living funeral.

It's something you've always wanted.

Oh!

A miniature donkey?

No, it's not a miniature donkey, no. (LAUGHS)

I feel really bad I haven't got you one now.

Is it a sex thing? (LAUGHS)

- No. No. - (LAUGHS)

(EDITH MOUTHS SILENTLY)

It's not a sex thing.

It's feeling like a sex thing!

(LAUGHS) OK, OK. Stop, stop, stop.

This is Meg.

Hi.

Hello.

Meg's not gonna do a sex thing.

She's... she's a really good tattoo artist

and we're both getting tattoos.

What about that 'Guardian' article

about immunocompromised people and tattoos?

She sent it to me, like, three times.

Yeah, I... (CLEARS THROAT) I decided it's up to you.

You're not the one that's gonna have to live with it forever.

It's fine by me.

And, anyway, we can't back out now

because, you know, I paid a 50% deposit.

I'm thinking like a neck dragon Would be good.

- (EDITH LAUGHS) - ANGIE: No!

We're gonna get what we talked about.

- I know. - Don't tease me.

I'm not gonna make you have a neck dragon.

- (CAMERA CLICKS) - EDITH: Uh, uh...

- Don't take photos. - (HIP-HOP MUSIC)

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Ohhh!

ANGIE: Relax.

(CAMERA CLICKS REPEATEDLY)

? Even my sweaters complement me ?

? Before I walk a foot on this street

? Imma need diamonds on my feet

? Mmm... ?

- (TATTOO GUN BUZZES) - I can't feel a thing.

What do you mean it doesn't hurt?

It hurts. Come on, it hurts. I can see it in your face.

I can't feel a thing.

I don't know why you were complaining so much.

- Unbelievable. - (ANGIE LAUGHS)

Oh!

(GIGGLES)

OLY: This microforest

was actually kind of inspired by Mum...

GABY: Mm-hm.

...being so passionate and saving the trees.

Did you know that she lived in a tent?

Oh! Wow.

So she's leaving a legacy.

Well, it's not really a legacy, because she's OK.

I mean, I know she's not OK, but she's OK right now.

So I actually don't think that it's...

Yeah, I...I don't want to talk about it

because we need to be focusing on her getting better,

not on her being sick.

It is exhausting. You know, hope, resistance.

So what are you most afraid of about your mum dying?

Uh...

...seeing her in pain...

...and the pain of missing her...

...and just never seeing her again, never hearing her voice

and all the things that I don't know how to do

and things that I haven't asked her,

that I haven't even thought of yet.

And the giant hole it's gonna leave in my family.

I mean, what are we even gonna be like?

What does your mum want your family to be like?

She wants us to be fine with her dying

because she's fine with it, but I don't want to be OK with it.

I don't want her to be OK with it because...

...because she needs to be fighting.

It takes a lot of energy to fight

when you know you can't win.

So is there something that you can do for your mum,

or you could help her with,

or something that you could do together,

like an act of service?

ANGIE: I'll be gone, but when you remember me,

I'll be right there.

In your memories.

What do you think happens when you die?

You get burnt up.

And then what?

You fly up in the air.

And then what?

You turn into a cloud.

And you go floating all around the world?

You rain.

(LAUGHS)

(ANGELO CRIES)

Yeah! I want to rain!

Alright.

When I finish this, I'll do an outline,

and then you can fill in the colour.

Alright, so what are we even painting?

Well, J's running for SRC,

and I had this great idea to do a massive poster.

(CHUCKLES)

What?

So we're doing all this for a kid?

Not just any kid.

One of the two greatest kids ever made.

Oh, right.

Can you imagine Dad doing this for us?

Nah, he'd make us do it for him.

- That's true. - (LAUGHS)

Alright, let's get back to it.

(SEBASTIAN SIGHS)

Pass me the, uh, tape measure.

Yeah, bro.

SANTI: I said tape measure.

- SEBASTIAN: Oh. - (SANTI SCOFFS)

J: A vote for me is a vote for more mufti days,

dance club, and fixing the bubblers.

OLY: Wow!

J, that was so good!

But I need something to get the nerd vote.

Well, how do you get into the nerd group?

You have to be really smart.

And also try to be cool,

but you don't actually succeed at being cool.

Well, nerds like learning things, right?

So, is there a class?

Is there something that you want everyone to learn?

We could do a gardening class.

I like gardening with Grangie.

That's a really good idea.

But Grangie can't be the gardening teacher

because she could be dead.

(POIGNANT, ETHEREAL MUSIC)

When I was saying goodbye, and... and we thought she was,

you know, like, losing the battle,

I just had this one shot

to give the best speech of my life.

And I just didn't meet the moment.

And I was just left...

Why did I not meet that moment?

You thought it was all about you.

What do you think is gonna happen when you die?

Well, I mean, I'll have a rush of DMT,

and then something invisible will leave my body,

and, um, I will become one with everything.

What do you think is gonna happen?

What's gonna happen when you die?

Don't...

Probably... nothing good.

What do you think?

Well, we don't know what's gonna happen.

We don't know when it'll happen,

and we don't know how it'll happen.

So I think that we have to increase our tolerance

for the uncertainty.

Give up this illusion of control.

We're afraid of talking about death.

We're scared of thinking about it, talking about it,

but how can we really enjoy our lives

when we're afraid of our future deaths?

Like I'm saying.

You know, don't think about it and just... enjoy the ride.

But it can be better,

because the cycle of life and death and whatever's in between,

they all relate to each other.

And we can use death as a lens to experience the joys of life.

Angie and all the people that I work with,

they're walking towards their death,

and they're taking all the people that they love with them.

And then all the friends and families,

they will walk a little bit further.

She wants that those she leaves behind

are not destroyed when she's gone.

She wants her family to be OK,

to feel sadness but not too much grief.

I mean, some people, they feel joy,

because the person that they love is free of pain.

Dying is a very personal...

It's a very intimate experience.

So that person is weighing up their life,

their memories, their regrets.

And other people, they have well-meaning intentions,

but it just distracts them.

They lie to them about

how they're gonna make it to Christmas or birthdays.

You know, most people want their family with them,

but, personally, I would be very happy to die alone.

You know, death, it takes you to the profound.

I don't want to miss that moment.

Do you ever sit with people when they're actually dying?

Oh, God, no. God!

I've got better things to do with my life

than sitting with people who are dying.

(LAUGHS)

- No, I mean, no, no, no. - (LAUGHS)

I mean, that's the family's role.

- (BOWIE STIFLES LAUGHTER) - That's for you.

BOWIE: I reckon, 100%, without a shadow of a doubt,

genuinely the most amazing person I've ever met.

Though... though the wardrobe needs a bit of work.

She should look more like a witch.

Yeah.

I wish she was around when Mum was dying.

(PAINT CAN HISSES)

This piece is great!

I love the fascist propaganda vibes

but, like, with the kid?

That's so funny.

Yeah, I'm, like, an artist.

I love it.

You're, like, super talented.

I know.

(PAINT CAN RATTLES)

Is that your new girlfriend?

Nah.

Probably.

BOTH: Ooh!

We need your phone.

For what?

I need to film my video of my SRC campaign,

and you have to film it.

It has to be really good.

J: Yeah.

It gets voted for. Like, 'Is It Cake?'.

It's democracy.

Alright.

OLY: I'm carrying most of your weight.

(ANGIE LAUGHS)

OLY: Hey, I've got a surprise for you.

ANGIE: Oh, it's not another tattoo, is it?

EDITH: No.

WOMAN ON RECORDING: Death...

- ANGIE: Mmm. Where are we? - OK.

What is this place?

We're here because there are these artists

that make these beautiful artistic urns.

- Ahh. - We're gonna...

We're gonna buy an urn for your ashes.

But I'm fine.

This is me accepting, Mum,

and this is my act of service.

Well, you think I'm gonna die?

(OLY CHUCKLES)

Can you stop ruining my act of service, please?

Wow!

This is nice.

- Would you like... - Hey, this is beautiful.

Would you like to live in there?

Forever?

Mm. It's gorgeous.

(RECORDING PLAYS AIRY MUSIC AND INDISTINCT SPEECH)

Oh, that one's a bit...

...funereal, isn't it?

- (WHISPERS) A bit serious. - Yeah.

A bit 'urn-est'.

- (BOTH LAUGH) - Shh.

Can you please take this seriously?

ANGIE: Ohh! Creepy!

OLY: Oh, God. Imagine.

(ANGIE LAUGHS)

(OLY CROAKS)

(ANGIE CHUCKLES)

It's a bit hippie.

Dragon's egg.

Dragon's egg! (LAUGHS)

Ohh.

(AIRY MUSIC PLAYS)

(POTTERY CLINKS SOFTLY)

I like this one.

Isn't that a bit small?

No, I think this one's perfect.

I could be like a genie in a bottle.

How are you gonna fit in that teeny-tiny thing?

I don't think there's many remains.

Not much of you remains.

I could be snug as a bug in a rug in here.

Can I help you with anything?

Hi. Um, yeah, we're interested in buying this urn.

So this one is for a pet.

(GUFFAWS)

A cat or a guinea pig. Maybe a small dog.

OK.

(BOTH LAUGH)

I'm Jacinda Hernandez Chalmers-Davis.

Vote for me for SRC.

I promise more dancing.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS)

Dancing every way.

Dancing every day.

Dancing for P.E.

Come and dance with me.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC CONTINUES)

I've been caring for my sick grandma, Grangie.

But then she died.

And now I have two dead grandmas.

PEOPLE: Ohhh!

(SOBS)

(ANGELO SOBS)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS ON PHONE)

Grangie's not dead!

- She could be. - J, that is not the point.

Can you please apologise to Grangie for faking her death?

Sorry, Grangie.

You can't come visit me at school anymore

because I said you were dead.

- (DOM LAUGHS) Wow. - OLY: J!

- (DOM CHUCKLES) - (ANGIE LAUGHS)

It's a better narrative. I get it. It's fine.

No, no.

It is not right to lie in your campaign speech.

But I won.

- Yeah, that... - You are going to the top.

When you become prime minister, I want to be your legal adviser.

Hey, hey, can I be minister for the arts?

I'll consider your request and get back to you.

(ALL LAUGH)

- SANTI: OK. - Have we created a monster?

You wanted to get her into politics.

Can I go see if Angelo's awake?

Yeah.

(DOM COUGHS)

(CHOKES) Ugh!

Whoa!

- He's choking. Dad! - BOWIE: Oh, shit.

- BOWIE: Come on, mate. - OLY: Dad!

- SANTI: I'll get some water. - OLY: Cough it out!

- BOWIE: Let it out! - OLY: Don't...

Quit. No. You're not supposed to do the thing.

You're not supposed to do the thing.

- Don't! - Alright, Dad, ready?

- Ready? Ready? - Dad. Out. Go!

BOWIE: Oh!

- That was... Yeah, yeah, yeah. - (DOM GROANS)

OLY: Are you OK?

Ahhhh. Ahhhh.

OLY: Wait, is there more?

(BELCHES)

Dad, come on. Are you OK now?

Ooh! No, thank you. I thought I was gonna die. Oh.

ANGIE: Oh.

Oh, what does that feel like?

This is... This would just be like you.

Steal my thunder, die before me.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Well, this... now feels like a second chance at life.

(CHUCKLES)

Does anyone mind if I put on my funeral playlist?

- No. - OLY: What? Mum!

SANTI: I'd rather not.

We're trying to be accepting,

but no-one wants to hear that.

- What's on it? - (OLY CHUCKLES)

Let me guess. Um... Nina Simone.

- OLY: Yep. - Rufus Wainwright.

- ANGIE: You don't know my... - Xavier Rudd.

Definitely Xavier Rudd.

You don't know my music taste.

Uh... Miley Cyrus.

Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

Now you're just gonna have to wait till I die to find out.

Come on!

And what will you have? A whole funeral of Radiohead?

That's where you're wrong.

I'm gonna have the greatest funeral song of all time by...

- Johnny Cash. Dad! - Thank you.

'When the Man Comes Around'.

So there.

Just goes to show how little you know about me.

That's a great choice, you know, if you're a man.

- That's a bit genderist, Edith. - Oly knew it.

EDITH: You are!

DOM: I know I am, but what are you? Oooh.

EDITH: You are infinity.

(FAMILY CHATTERS INDISTINCTLY)

(MOROSE PIANO MUSIC)

(MOROSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MOROSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MOROSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MOROSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(FAMILY CHATTERS INDISTINCTLY)

DOM: Really? What, there's hundreds of them.

OLY: Isn't that cool?

(FAMILY CHATTERS INDISTINCTLY)

(J SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(MOROSE PIANO MUSIC)

J: I'm an old lady!

(OLY AND DOM CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)

J: Get out of my way!

(MOROSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(SIGHS)

(FAMILY CHATTERS INDISTINCTLY)

(SIGHS)

(MOROSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

OLY: I'm just gonna quickly say goodbye to Mum.

(FAMILY CHATTERS INDISTINCTLY)

(DOOR SQUEAKS)

J: 'Bye!

'Bye, Mum.

- Goodnight, darling. - Love you.

I love you.

- J: 'Bye, Grandpa. - DOM: Mwah!

J: Love you.

(MOROSE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(KISSES)

(INSECTS CHIRP)

(MOROSE MUSIC FADES)

(KISSES)

You're still here.

What are you doing?

(FIRE CRACKLES)

Looking at the stars.

It's so late.

Well, that's when they're up there.

My near-death experience has put everything into perspective.

What are you doing up so late?

(PILL BOTTLES RATTLE)

What?

I can only talk in hypotheticals.

Nothing specific.

So, hypothetically, would the person get in trouble?

Hypothetically, if the person that was there

works in a legal capacity, it could be very bad for them.

Now?

Right now?

With no warning?

Feels right.

Well, not to me it doesn't.

I'm a little busy right now.

I've written everyone something.

What about Edes?

It should be her, shouldn't it?

No, no, no. She would get in a lot of trouble.

And she's too good at arguing.

She'd talk me out of it.

Well, I'm sorry but I can't do it.

You don't have to do anything.

You're really great at that.

You can't call the ambulance.

You can't call the kids.

And you can't call Edith.

I'm going out on my own terms.

You just have to...

What am I supposed to say to the kids, though?

You just have to shut up and hold my hand.

(SOMBRE PIANO MUSIC)

(TOM ODELL SINGS) ? Take my mind and take my pain

? Like an empty bottle takes the rain

? And heal

? Heal

? Heal, heal... ?

(FIRE CRACKLES)

? And take my past and take my sins

? Like an empty sail takes the wind

? And heal

? Heal

? Heal, heal

? And tell me

? Some things

? Last

? And tell me some things last... ?

(BIRDSONG)

(SOMBRE PIANO INSTRUMENTAL)

(SOBS)

? And take a heart and take a hand... ?

(SOBS)

? Like an ocean takes the dirty sand... ?

(EDITH CRIES)

? And heal

? Heal... ?

(SOBS)

? Heal, heal... ?

EDITH: Oh, my darling!

? And take my mind and take my pain... ?

(EDITH WEEPS)

(SNIFFLES)

? Like an empty bottle takes the rain... ?

(EDITH SOBS)

? And heal

? Heal

? Heal, heal

? And tell me

? Some things

? Last. ?

(BIRDS SING)

(DISTANT BIRDSONG)

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