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[birds warbling, twittering]

[atmospheric music builds]

[atmospheric music swells]

[music fades]

[Angus V/O] Last Christmas is when everything changed.

Dad. Wake up.

I'm sleeping.

Wake up, Dad.

Still sleeping.

[Angus V/O] It all feels like a dream to me.

[pensive ambient music]

[both chuckling]

Clean this up.

[Angus V/O] My sisters act like nothing has changed.

Mum hasn't been the same.

Everybody came back home like normal...

..but it wasn't normal...

..'cause it was our first Christmas without Nan.

[playful slapping]

[Rita giggles]

[both spit]

[Rita laughs]

[kookaburras laughing]

[Roger] Yes, I know, but if we leave by 4:00

we can get the last plane home.

I told them we would stay another night.

Well, can't you just make up a reason to leave early?

What if I actually want to spend time with my family?

[exasperated sigh]

- [Queenie barks] - No, get...!

- Oh! - Get that thing away!

- Just... get it together. - Bloody thing!

[Angus V/O] Queenie had to spend all day tied up

because Uncle Roger doesn't like her jumping up on him.

- Hello! We're home! - Fuckin' hate that dog.

[Angus V/O] He says he's a cat person.

Get it away.

["My Little Drum" by Vince Guaraldi Trio plays]

[children's choir] ♪ Prr-rum, prr-rum ♪

♪ Prr-rum-pum-pum ♪

- ♪ Prr-rum, prr-rum ♪ - [kids laughing]

Oh, hello! Oh, go look in the fridge!

Go look in the fridge, go look in the fridge!

[Angus V/O] We don't see Auntie Stella much.

She married Uncle Roger

and moved to a big house in the city.

Oh, no, let 'em have one. That's what I brought them for.

- There's plenty. - [kid] Mum, please!

- [Rita] Alright, alright. - Yeah, see?

No one gets in trouble when Auntie Stella's home!

How's work, Joe?

[Angus V/O] Uncle Roger is like kryptonite to Dad.

[Stella, under breath] Roger...

Stella didn't tell you?

Oh, God. She did.

Yeah. That's terrible. That's terrible.

That's... that's heartless this time of year.

Hey-ey! We made it!

[Angus V/O] Uncle Gary and Uncle Murray

are the opposite of kryptonite...

- Fresh Mooloolaba prawns! - Everyone loves 'em.

They're Grandad's brothers.

I never met Grandad, but if he was like his brothers,

I bet he was awesome.

Could be worse, you know? Could be my family.

[both chuckle]

At least I wouldn't know what they were saying.

True.

Do you want to come say hi?

- Yep. [kisses]

[light-hearted chatter nearby]

Hello!

Rita!

- [both chuckling] - [animated chatter]

- Hello! How are you? - Thank you so much.

- It's good to see you. - Welcome, welcome.

- How are ya? - How are ya, mate?

- I'm okay. - You good?

Yeah, yeah.

- Ooh, hey, got your glasses. - Uh, Gary...

[silence]

[horn beeps]

[horn continues beeping]

[exhales]

[spraying]

Are you nervous?

[apprehensive chuckle]

Nah.

Just tell me when you want to leave.

We're not even inside yet and you're planning your escape?

Correct.

My girls!

- [girls] Uncle Dan! - Ohh!

You've grown!

Wow! Grab my guitar.

Alright, come on.

[Dan] You been practising?

- [girls giggling] - [kookaburras laughing faintly]

First Christmas as orphans.

It's good to see you, Stel.

It's good to be seen.

I might go check on the turkey.

[sparse, pensive acoustic guitar strumming]

[crockery and cutlery clinking softly]

[pensive guitar continues]

[Roger] Shampoo?

[Dan] Not me, not drinking.

How's the music biz?

Great.

Yeah, great. Actually, thinking of starting my own label.

Ooh! [inhales sharply]

Must be hard, though, is it?

Is it hard? The music biz? Is it... is it really hard?

Yeah, sometimes.

You couldn't possibly make any money.

Oh, well... if you love it, you persevere.

- Well... - [Dan] Hey, Joe!

Your table. How about a speech?

[Gary] I'd just like to say something.

[tinkles glass]

So here we are...

um...

and there's a lot to be sad about.

It's the first Christmas without your mum.

And, of course, we miss her.

But we're all here together,

- which is the main thing... - [man clearing throat]

And what am I trying to say here...?

So... [clears throat]

we just wanted to take this moment

to acknowledge that everything we need, we have, right here.

And I want to thank Rita and Joe

for this beautiful meal that we can all enjoy together.

- So... - [Gary] Yep.

Let's raise our glasses...

Merry Christmas.

[all] Merry Christmas.

[glasses clinking]

[Dan] Merry Christmas.

[Angus V/O] My nan always said that family

know exactly how to press your buttons...

'cause they're the ones who put the buttons

there in the first place.

[cockatoos screeching in distance]

- [Murray] Seconds? - [Dan] No, mate, I'm full.

[Murray] Come on, there's no such thing as leftover pavlova.

Help me clear some of the... this table.

Leave the brothers to talk about things.

[Dan noodling on guitar]

You good?

[Joe] Yeah, mate. You?

Good.

- [Dan] Good. - [Joe] That's good.

How's the new missus?

[Dan] We broke up.

[chuckling] Fuck off.

- [Dan] What? - You broke up?

I mean... it sounded pretty serious

when I asked you to come home and you said you couldn't.

I know you're having a shit time. Rita said.

- [Joe] When did she say that? - I was on tour.

That's why I couldn't come back.

Oh, you were on tour. Right, yeah. Okay.

I forgot the world revolves around your tours.

Why are you out here wasting your time talking to me?

You only see your daughter once a year.

Come inside.

[Joe] What, so I can listen to you sing Jingle Bells again?

No thanks.

[Queenie whining]

[Angus V/O] I can always tell when Dad is feeling sad.

He goes quiet and his eyes go far away.

[Angus] Hi, Dad.

[kisses]

[Angus V/O] Sometimes you don't know why things happen.

They just happen.

["Red Hot Chrissy" by Beddy Rays blares over stereo]

♪ Aunty's in the kitchen ♪

♪ Kids are running through the halls ♪

[drunken chatter, whooping nearby]

Is this all that's left?

Yep.

♪ It's a red hot Chrissy... ♪

Not good enough for ya, mate?

Not really, no. It's turps, mate.

- It's alright for cooking. - [Stella] Come dance!

[Rita] Joe, leave the dishes! Come over!

[Stella] He's hiding!

[Joe] No, I'm not!

- [music continues] - [women chuckling]

♪ It's a red hot Chrissy... ♪

[Stella] Come dance with your sister!

[drunken laughter]

[laughter, whooping continue]

[Rita] Murray, Murray...

Come up, come on up! Murray, come up!

[Rita laughing]

- [Murray cheering] - [Rita] Ooh! Ohh!

[Rita laughing]

[Rita whooping]

[Stella] Joe!

[laughter and revelry continue]

[Stella cackling]

[glass smashing, clinking on floor]

- [song blaring] - [Stella] Roger, come on!

♪ It's a red-hot Chrissy ♪

♪ Gonna be the best of all ♪

♪ Kids are laughing, swimmin' ♪

♪ Stereo's in full swing ♪

[Angus V/O] That day, nothing would cheer Dad up.

He didn't even want to dance with Mum.

[music continues, muffled]

He usually loves that.

- Come dance! - ♪ Gonna be the best of all ♪

You're already dancing.

- Joe! - [Dan] Oh, come on, Joe.

Oh, no, where are you going?

Just come back inside.

- I'd rather be alone, thanks. - We know you're suffering.

Stop making everyone else suffer with ya.

What, like you? Chasing tail when you feel sad.

Okay, of course I'm not okay...

Leaving me and Rita to look after Mum.

[exasperated sigh]

- Please, just talk to me. - I don't want to talk to you.

I don't want to talk to you.

If you want to talk to someone, talk to fuckin' Mary, mate.

It's a golden opportunity. She's right there.

[Mary] Don't bring me into whatever this is.

[dog barking in distance]

- Don't touch me. - You're cooked, mate.

- Don't fuckin' touch me! - Why won't you talk to anyone?

We're all just trying to help you, Joe!

[Murray] Come on, we'll do something nice.

- Watch a movie... - [Stella] This is endless!

[Roger] Just let it go, let it go.

It's endless, is it, Stel? Endless?

You know what?

It would be really nice, just for once in your life,

to have a supportive sister.

Oh, supportive? That's rich!

Yeah, yeah, supportive. Where were you?

Where was I? I was fucking working, Joe!

[Roger] Stella, this is never gonna change.

- It's the same old thing. - I'm sorry, what was that?

What's that supposed to mean?

Your mum's not here to bail you out anymore, mate.

Excuse me?!

You know what? Every year, we come here.

We drag ourselves here. We spend a fortune.

You're pissed off about everything.

- No one needs it, mate. - Okay, mate, then, fuck off!

Oh, yeah... She'll leave you. She'll leave...

- [Stella] No! Joe! - It's this kind of shit...

- [Queenie barking] - [shouting and commotion]

- [Stella] Joe, get off him! - Dad!

[Angus V/O] The next thing I remember is police.

- [sirens wailing faintly] - [melancholy music]

[music continues]

[Angus V/O] Dad never came home after that.

My dad is not bad.

He's a good dad

who had a really bad day.

All I want for Christmas is to see him.

Please, Santa, make it happen.

Love, Angus.

["Security" by Amyl and the Sniffers plays]

♪ Security Will you let me in your pub? ♪

♪ I'm not looking for trouble I'm looking for love ♪

♪ I'm not looking for harm ♪

♪ I'm looking for love ♪

♪ Will you let me in your hard heart? ♪

♪ Let me in your pub ♪

[guitar riff plays]

♪ I distracted you with all of my bullshit ♪

♪ I covered myself in distractions ♪

♪ Colours and patterns ♪

♪ You couldn't see the real me ♪

♪ I wanna deceive you You're stupid, I'm fast ♪

♪ I'm not looking for trouble ♪

♪ I'm looking for love ♪

♪ Will you let me in your hard heart? ♪

♪ Let me in your hard heart ♪

♪ Let me in your pub ♪

♪ Security Will you let me in your pub? ♪

♪ I'm not looking for trouble ♪

♪ I'm looking for love ♪

♪ I'm not looking for harm I'm looking for love ♪

♪ Will you let me in your hard heart? ♪

♪ Let me in your pub ♪

♪ Security Will you let me in your pub? ♪

♪ I'm not looking for trouble I'm looking for love ♪

♪ I'm not looking for harm ♪

♪ I'm looking for love ♪

♪ Will you let me in your hard heart? ♪

♪ I'm not that drunk! ♪

♪ I'm not looking for trouble ♪

♪ I'm looking for love ♪

♪ Will you let me in your hard heart? ♪

♪ Let me in your hard heart ♪

♪ Let me in your pub ♪

♪ Not looking for trouble ♪

♪ I'm looking for love ♪

♪ Will you let me in your hard heart? ♪

♪ Let me in your hard heart ♪

♪ Let me in your pub ♪

♪ I'm not that drunk ♪

♪ Let me into your pub ♪

♪ I'm not that drunk ♪

♪ Will you let me into your pub? ♪

[guitar riff plays]

Dad is not here!

♪ I swear I'm not that drunk ♪

♪ I'm not that drunk ♪

- [grunts] - ♪ Let me into your pub ♪

♪ I'm not that drunk ♪

♪ Let me into your pub ♪

♪ Into your pub ♪

Whoo!

[both] Uncle Dan's here!

♪ I'm not that drunk ♪

♪ Let me into your pub ♪

♪ I'm not that drunk ♪

♪ Just looking for love... ♪

[song fades out]

[door slams shut, keys jangle]

- [door buzzing] - [announcer over PA] Silver.

Silver report to Movement Control.

Attention, Silver - report to Movement Control.

[disconnect tone rings out]

[hushed chatter]

Don't. I bumped it.

On what?

Please.

Let me tell you what's going on out there.

While you're in here.

Out there,

your children are growing up without a father.

I'll be out of here by July.

With good behaviour.

The only thing that keeps me going on in here

is the thought of how, someday, I'm gonna make it up to you.

Pay it all back.

Couldn't you just bring Gus?

I can't bear the thought of not seeing him this Christmas.

[Rita sighs]

It's all I have to look forward to, Ri.

Seeing you guys.

He is telling everyone you'll be home for his birthday.

Will you?

I will be.

[Rita smacks lips, sighs]

Hey. I promise.

I'm trying.

This is the edge...

..Joe.

We are right on the edge.

You need to stop crying with your fists.

[poignant ambient music]

[Joe] Will you kiss 'em for me?

[Rita] Yeah, I will.

What about Dan?

What about him?

[Rita] Dan's been a godsend since he arrived.

Has he?

[Rita] Just talk to him.

[smacks lips] Okay.

What about Angus?

I have to think about it.

[sniffles softly]

[door buzzing in distance]

[distant, muffled shouting]

[Dan, distantly and playfully] Hey, come here!

Arghh!

[playful chatter and laughter]

[Dan laughing]

[music fades]

[handbrake cranking]

[Dan laughing]

[Dan chuckles]

[exhales]

How is he?

[indistinct voices in distance]

[Red] The smell of bleach reminds me of my mum.

She was a cleaner.

[Joe] Righto.

[sniffs]

You missed a spot.

Where?

[spits]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Heinz?

Yeah, Chief.

[Chief] Do you have eyes on 13?

You're not worth doing any more time over, mate.

[sniffs]

[spits]

Oh!

What in Christ's name is the purpose of this clusterfuck?

[Heinz] I don't have time for this, Chief.

I'm supposed to be finishing. I got choir tonight.

[sighing] Should we call it?

Mmm...

Nah. Just wait on it.

[Joe muttering]

Oh, gently there, Red.

You're not bothering my brother, are you?

Okay, chaos.

Why don't you go away?

Why don't you relax?

[Noel] Why don't you... go away?

[Red sighs]

[groans]

Rise, Lazarus.

- [Joe grunts softly] - Yeah.

My name's Noel.

Yeah, I know who you are.

That's a relief.

Why can't they just get along?

[metalware clanging, water spraying]

[indistinct chatter]

[Noel] A bit of a paradox, Christmas.

It's a funny old time.

Just a long, slow reminder

that everyone you've ever loved is far away.

The question is...

..how to handle it.

I could've handled it.

Here.

It's easy to get sucked into a lot of useless shit in here.

Yeah, but at some point you realise...

..you'd rather have a life.

You got kids?

Mm-hm.

[utensil clacking]

What's that?

Gravy.

[scoffing chuckle]

I don't think so. [chuckles softly]

You done a bit of cooking?

I mean... when I have to, yeah.

Ah.

Well, the boys upstairs have extended our hours

to meet the production deadline on Christmas Day.

We've got a few extra jobs in here.

Smart move if you want to stay out of trouble.

[pot clatters on floor]

Sorry, boss. [clears throat]

Um...

Yeah, I don't... I don't think so.

Food for thought, then.

[Joe] Mm.

[Noel] The boss'll let you out.

- Right. - [door buzzing]

[door opens, closes]

[under breath] Jesus, poor bastard...

[Archer] Oi!

[Alfie] Oi! Dickhead!

- [siren wailing in distance] - [Archer] Hey, loser.

Do you hear that siren? Must be comin' for your dad.

Nee-naw!

[Angus] I heard it.

It's an ambulance. Comin' for you.

- Ho-oh-oh. [spits] - Oh, so scary.

- [Queenie barks] - What an idiot.

[Archer] Let's go.

["Christmas Time Is Here" by Vince Guaraldi plays]

[children's choir] ♪ Christmas time is here ♪

♪ Happiness and cheer ♪

♪ Fun for all ♪

♪ That children call ♪

♪ Their favourite Time of year ♪

[smooth, jazzy piano interlude]

[music fades]

This looks amazing.

[door creaks]

- Do you want some? - No, thanks.

- Here. - [Rita] Hello.

[Dan] Ooh. Ah.

Go on.

[Rita] Thank you.

[Dan] Oh, here you go, mate. Piece of corn?

- Yum. - [Rita] One for you. Okay.

That's Dad's spot.

I keep telling you. Don't sit there.

There's plenty of room.

I don't want to live here anymore.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Where would you like to live, bud?

- With Dad. - You can't live in a prison.

- That's so dumb. - [Angus] You're dumb.

You are. You have an emotional support animal.

You know, I heard a great song today.

It's called...

"Be nice to your brother and let's have a lovely dinner".

I could make him happy.

And what will Queenie do?

[Angus] She could come.

What about your goldfish?

Am I old enough to go see Dad by myself?

Why would you want to? He doesn't care about us.

[Rita] That's not true.

Dolls, that's not true.

I'll think about taking you, okay?

[Angus] Yeah.

Good.

Please don't feed the dog at the table, mate.

I don't have to listen to you.

[wry chuckle] Well, I have to listen to you.

If you listened to me, you wouldn't live here.

Enough.

- [Angus] He's not my dad. - [Dan] You're right.

I'm your 'funcle'.

Your fun-uncle.

- [squeaky voice] Funcle Dan! - [girls giggle]

Listen,

it's really good that you want to help your dad,

live with him, comfort him,

but he needs to grow up, sweetheart.

We all do. Okay?

[Angus] At least he can cook!

If you listened to me,

you wouldn't have gone to see Dad without me.

[Queenie whines]

[door slams shut]

Stop trying to make 'funcle' happen.

Bon appetit.

[sparse, pensive guitar strumming]

[door buzzing]

[Joe] So, what are you gonna do, mate?

[Angus on phone] I don't know.

I just want them to leave me alone.

[Joe] They won't.

You gotta fight back. Alright?

Stand up for yourself.

- Clock him in the nose. - [Angus] In the nose?

[Joe] Yep.

Once a kid sees a blood nose,

he'll never come after you again.

That's what your pop taught me.

Have you had your tea?

[Angus] Yeah. Mum burnt the chicken.

[soft chuckle] She's got a lot on her mind.

[Angus] Why does Uncle Dan have to be here?

He's just helping out your mum, mate. Okay?

It's-it's a big job looking after three little monsters.

[Angus] Hey, Dad?

When you come home on my birthday...

- [Joe] Mmm. - ..we should have two cakes.

[Joe] True? Why's that?

Well, you didn't get a birthday this year,

so you can share a birthday with me.

But I want to have that same cake you made me last year.

I want to have it again.

And you can have whatever cake you want.

[Joe chuckles]

We can have two cakes.

[Angus] Franky says you should've been home by now.

[door buzzing, clanging]

She's right.

[Dan through phone] Hey, Angus, your bath is on, mate.

Angus?

Hey, matey, I've still got a couple of minutes here.

Um...

Could you... could you put your uncle on, please?

- [Angus] Night, Dad. - Night, son.

Give your mum a kiss for me, will ya?

- Yep. Love you. - [Joe] Love you, mate.

[Joe] Still there?

You still there?

Just holdin' down the fort.

Bath, mate.

[Joe] Oh, yeah, I just...

I thought you would've moved on by now.

But, um, I guess it must be different

when it's someone else's kids, right?

[door closing]

[inhales deeply]

Just here to help, Joe.

And the free rent?

[Dan] Oh, come on. Seriously?

Until you come home, Rita needs a little help.

[automated voice] One minute remaining.

I... I just...

wish that you would've asked before showing up.

[Dan] First thing I did was come and see you.

Once.

[Dan] It bums me out we don't talk.

Dan, it would be nice to be included

in decisions about my own family.

[Dan] You're my brother. We're all family.

They're my family.

[exhales]

Look, I know you wish you were here.

But we're managing.

And-and Rita... [exhales]

She's an amazing mum. True, you should be really proud of her.

[Joe] Fuck off, Dan.

Don't tell me to be proud of my own wife.

[disconnect tone]

[door buzzing, clanging]

There's lot of us, there's lots of you.

But we sing as one.

We sound as one.

And... I'm really proud. I think it sounds really great.

And you've come a really... a really long way.

Let's do it.

One, two, three, four...

- [piano accompaniment plays] - [all in harmony] ♪ Hummm ♪

♪ Hummm ♪

- [song fades] - [door clangs shut]

[keys jangling, lock clicking]

[inmates shouting in distance]

[shouting continues]

[atmospheric music builds]

[music swells]

[music stops]

- [dog barking in distance] - [insects chirping]

[inmates shouting and jeering in distance]

[inmates laughing in distance]

[inmate laughing] You idiot...

[sighs]

[indistinct two-way radio chatter]

[ball bouncing]

Oi.

You got a problem?

You.

I'm talkin' to you.

[menacing music]

Come here!

[menacing music swells]

[Red] Beautiful day.

Go on, take a walk, piss off.

Looks like you're mine now.

[sparse, pensive guitar strumming]

- [utensils clanking] - [faint indistinct chatter]

[door beeping, buzzing]

[door clanging]

Hello again.

Thought about your offer.

What's this?

Ingredients.

Yeah? For what?

To make gravy.

You do know we don't have wine?

I need to stay out of shit.

I run a men's group.

Attendance is mandatory.

We usually meet twice a week,

but this week, we're getting together every night.

I'll work for ya, I will. I'll work real hard.

But I'm not gonna sit around talkin' feelings with a bunch...

No, this is a condition of having a safe place to hide,

yeah, away from all the bullshit

and all the politics out here.

Yeah?

Then I think we're done.

Why did he back off when you told him?

Who?

Red.

[sighing] Ah, Red.

Mate, when you get triggered by someone...

..who has the power?

Them or you?

Alright, alright. Um...

If I agree to this, do I start today?

Why not?

- [utensils clanking] - [indistinct chatter, laughter]

[Noel] Now, this is more than a kitchen.

This is the headquarters of a delicate operation.

Rules are very simple.

You do everything I say,

clean up after yourself,

- and no stealing food, right? - Okay.

I mean it about the food. I've got a one-strike policy.

Don't go thinking this is gonna be your own personal salad bar.

[Bart] Yech! Nobody likes salad anyway, boss. [chuckles]

Thank you, Bart.

Gentlemen, if I may have your attention.

This is Joe.

Joe will be lending us a hand this week.

[inmate 1] Hi, Joe.

[inmate 2] Hey.

Alright, welcome, Joe.

[inmates chattering]

Jump in here with these guys.

What do I do?

You'll get the hang of it. It's easy - like the Macarena.

Dish 'em.

[chatter continues]

Lettin' trouble in here now, eh?

Takes a lot to ask for help, Breaka. You know that.

[door buzzing]

Scan it, stamp it, sack it.

That's it.

Do they ever write, like, heaps hectic shit?

- Hectic shit? - Yeah.

Mate, this time of the year, it's all the same.

"Give my love to so and so..." [sighs]

"I'm gonna be gettin' out of here soon..."

La, la, la.

Still gotta read 'em, though.

Scan it, stamp it...

..sack it.

[melancholy tune playing on acoustic guitar]

[plucks tuneful melody]

[hums tune]

[Noel] Fellas.

Father Guy is, uh, with us here tonight.

Um, this is his house, of course,

but please make him welcome.

- [inmate] Hi, Father. - [clears throat]

Uh, if I may, I... I'd like us to begin with prayer.

[Noel] 'Course.

Uh...

[inhales]

Father in heaven...

bless our honesty and help our hearts to open.

In Jesus' name. Amen.

[inmates] Amen.

- Amen.

[Noel] Okay, let's start by standing.

What do we all have in common?

We're inside.

We're in here.

It's tough in here.

We do it hard. Yeah?

Especially this time of year.

Every day is a challenge.

Every hour can feel like another opportunity to fuck up.

For some of you guys, it's more like every minute.

Yeah, would that be fair? [half-chuckle]

Well, in this room,

it's very hard to fuck up.

Yeah, you're in a safe place.

I am a traumatised child.

I was raised by a traumatised child

who was raised by her traumatised parents.

Mum was an alcoholic.

Dad was full of rage or absent.

That's how my story begins.

What about yours?

If, before the age of 18,

you were raised by a single parent, adult or grandparent,

take a step inside the circle.

If you often felt that no one in your family loved you,

that you weren't important or special in some way,

take a step inside the circle.

If you've ever been homeless,

forced to sleep in a car, in a park, on the street...

..step inside the circle.

If you've ever considered suicide,

take a step inside the circle.

[unsettling atmospheric music]

Welcome.

See how much we share, yeah?

Okay.

[music continues]

[Noel, faintly] We think about compassion...

What enables...

..you to feel compassion towards...

..another person...

[music continues]

[Noel continues faintly]

[Bart] Joe?

[music fades]

How about you, bro?

You have anything you want to share, or...?

No.

[Noel] Tell us a bit about yourself.

Uh...

I'm not sure what to say.

You just talk, boss.

Talk about something that makes you happy.

Who taught you how to cook, Joe?

[Joe] No one.

My dad.

[Noel] Was that your old man's recipe

that you showed me this morning?

Yep.

[Noel] Would he make that for ya?

Well, he sounds like a good man.

He was.

Until he killed himself.

[poignant music]

[soft exhale]

[Noel] I'm sorry.

Not your fault. You didn't do it.

How old were you?

I was ten.

Nine.

Oh well.

No, you don't need to minimise your trauma for us.

Okay.

You felt like your dad abandoned you. You...

You were his responsibility.

- What? - [Noel] You needed him.

He should've been there.

He did his best.

A father has a responsibility to be there for his children.

He did his best, mate.

Alright? Shit happens. Are you trying to make me cry, mate?

- [chair clatters] - [Noel] Joe.

[exhales deeply]

[Noel] Joe, if you were to cry,

it wouldn't lessen my respect for you.

Can't have been easy for you coming here tonight.

Not many people can say these things,

things that you've said...

..their first meeting.

[shallow breathing]

[Noel] So, thank you.

[exhales heavily]

[sniffs]

Let's call it a night. [claps hands together]

It's great you're all here.

Please keep coming back.

- [two-way radio chatter] - [chairs clunking]

I'd like to help you make your dad's recipe.

Really?

[Noel] Yeah.

Why not?

I don't know.

Guess we could try.

Good.

[door beeping, clicking]

[apprehensively] You make it look so easy.

They don't teach that at the seminary. [inhales]

Oh, these fellas just...

need someone they can relate to, Father.

And, you know, someone to relate to them.

Um, there's a concert happening,

er, on Christmas Eve, in here.

Um, do you think you'd be able to bring the men?

Maybe they... they would accept an invitation

- if it came from you. - [Noel] Ah...

Don't... don't answer now.

I'm just... putting it into the universe.

No, no. Righto.

I'll spread the word.

Thank you.

Concert, in here, Christmas Eve.

[Father chuckles nervously]

Night, Father.

- Thank you. - Night, Noel.

[indistinct two-way radio chatter]

[door beeping, clicking]

[door closes, beeps]

[faint footsteps receding]

[mysterious atmospheric music]

[Rita, whispering] Joe.

[Rita sighing]

Joe.

[music swells]

["Take Care of Business" by Nina Simone fades in]

♪ Just hold me closer ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Let me sit on top of your knee ♪

♪ Go ahead ♪

♪ And take care of business for me ♪

♪ For me ♪

♪ Oh, Lord Don't keep me waitin' ♪

♪ Be as firm as can be ♪

♪ Go ahead ♪

♪ And take care of business ♪

♪ For me, for me, for me ♪ [song distorting]

[Nina Simone humming]

♪ You know ♪

♪ You know that... ♪ [song distorts, trails off]

[unsettling atmospheric music]

[music stops]

[panting softly]

[exhales]

[pensive music]

Mum, I'm hungry. Can I have some money?

Check my purse.

Yeah, we did. There's nothing.

Take my card. Go to the shops.

Yeah, it's inside.

[man on TV] Welcome back, everybody.

[woman on TV] Oh, and happy holidays!

- [car engine starting] - [Dan] Oi!

- [TV] Only two sleeps to go... - Oi.

Did you forget something?

[Rita] Oh, yeah. Thank you.

See ya.

[man on TV] Ooh, settle down, settle down.

- Let's go to the weather... - [TV button clicks]

[wind chimes tinkling]

[Kelly] Beautiful day!

Bloody hot.

[Kelly] You settling in?

Yeah, I guess so.

You never said you were famous.

[scoffing chuckle] You been checking up on me?

Everyone loves a bit of gossip around here.

And Joe never said he had a famous brother.

[scoffing laugh]

Nah, not really. Not anymore.

You are. I remember that song.

What is it again?

- Oh, so you don't know it? - [chuckles]

- What was your name again? - Kelly.

Right.

It's a shame about your brother. I'm sorry.

- Yeah, thanks. - [Kelly] I miss him.

He used to take my bins out.

You hangin' around long?

As long as they need me.

[Kelly] Lucky.

He managed to get his sentence extended, so...

Self-sabbo. That's rough.

[Dolly] Uncle Dan!

Well, I'd probably better...

I promised to make pancakes, so...

- [Kelly] Yum! - Wish me luck.

Good luck.

- [Dan chuckling] See ya. - See ya.

["Ave Maria" by Pavarotti playing]

[Pavarotti] ♪ A-a-a... ♪

I find it depressing.

What?

Christmas.

The whole charade of it.

Pretending that the world is a better place, for the children.

- It isn't. - Yeah, but...

That's not what Christmas is about.

Christmas is about showing up.

["Ave Maria" continues over car stereo]

Can we fly next year?

- ["Ave Maria" fades out] - [airplane engine roaring]

[Roger on speakerphone] Do you want me

- to cancel my plane ticket? - [exasperated] I don't care.

If you want to come, come. If you want to stay, stay.

So you seriously want me to spend Christmas alone?

You don't enjoy it, Rog. So, stop pretending.

Stella, I can't help the way it goes.

I just have nothing in common with your family.

So just say if you want me to stay.

[mouthing]

Are you smoking?

This is bigger than us, Roger. I just...

I really need to see my family.

[Joe] How's Rog?

Ah, Roger. Roger's...

A prick?

He's a king idiot prick.

Or a... a bastard rat prick.

Yes.

[laughing] He's a bastard rat prick!

- [Joe laughs] - I married him.

[both laughing]

Well, you did do that. Yeah.

[both laughing]

Yeah, I think I'm gonna leave him.

[laughs]

Are you serious?

Something...

..happened last Christmas.

Something changed.

What you did, it was fucked but it was real.

And I want that. I want...

I want it to be real.

You made me realise that I'm just pretending.

[Stella sighs]

I've been thinking a lot about when we were kids.

Angus is the same age now as you were when d...

..when Dad...

- [poignant piano music playing] - [breathing shakily]

You're coming home. Yes.

["Dream On" by Electric Fields and The Prison Choir plays]

♪ If you need to scream ♪

♪ Please scream inside your heart ♪

♪ Like sight unseen ♪

♪ I hear it and ♪

♪ You could use a dream ♪

♪ Dream on ♪

♪ Oh, you should've been helping yourself ♪

♪ Dream on ♪

♪ Oh, you gotta stop trying to be somebody else ♪

♪ If you need to sing ♪

♪ Please sing like nobody ♪

♪ Is li-sten-ing ♪

♪ I hear it and if you ♪

♪ Could still be dancing ♪

Hey, loser.

- ♪ Dream on ♪ - Why do you have no friends?

Leave me alone.

♪ When you gonna come out of your shell? ♪

♪ Dream on ♪

♪ Oh, it's tricky but you do it so well ♪

♪ Dream on ♪

♪ Let me give you this glittering prize ♪

♪ Dream on ♪

♪ And are you trying to open your eyes? ♪

♪ It's all a dream It's all a dream ♪

♪ It's all a dream ♪

♪ It's all a dream to me ♪

♪ Me-e-e-e ♪

♪ It's all a dream ♪

♪ It's all a dream to me ♪

♪ Yeah-ahhh, ohhh ♪

It's a family secret.

[choir] ♪ Dream on ♪

[soloist] ♪ Dream o-o-o-on ♪

[choir] ♪ Dream on ♪

[soloist] ♪ Dream o-o-o-on ♪

[choir] ♪ Dream on ♪

[soloist] ♪ Dream o-o-o-on ♪

Come on!

- [Dan] What's wrong? - Go away!

- [Dan] What happened? - I just want my dad.

♪ Dream... ♪

- Angus? - [door slams shut]

♪ On. ♪ [song ends]

[Joe] Here.

[inhales sharply]

Here we go.

Mm.

Any good?

Too salty?

Come on, mate. Say something. Don't just make faces. Say.

[smacks lips]

Fellas... [exhales]

This is gravy.

Okay.

- Alright. - [Noel] Well done.

- Let's have a bang. - I mean, it could be better.

Is it good?

[exhaling] Bro...

That is the best thing I've tasted in this joint.

That's the best thing I've ever had.

Really?

It's alright. It's alright. It, um...

It needs wine.

Um... [stammering] ..are you sure we don't have any?

Like, for cooking or anything like that?

- Cooking wines? Come on! - Cases and cases.

Come on, Bart, let's pop down to the cellar

and get some wine.

[smacks lips] Um... what about the drones?

What about Roy?

- Who's Roy? - Roy'll hook you up.

Don't you go bringing contraband into my kitchen.

- [Bart] Roy... - No Roy!

It was his idea.

Come on, these potatoes aren't gonna peel 'emselves. Eh?

[Father Guy] And Jesus said to them,

"I am the bread of life.

"Whoever comes to me shall not hunger,

"and whoever believes in me shall never thirst."

Of course he means spiritually, not literally, it's...

I mean, the Middle East was very dry.

Uh, he was a practical man. Son of a carpenter.

Hydration is a... We... You know this.

Um...

Mov... He... he also...

[sighing]

- [clears throat] - [bottle clunking]

[wine pouring]

[inmates chattering]

- [Joe] Cup or bread? - [inmate 1] Bread.

- [Joe] Cup or bread? - [inmate 2] Cup.

- Cup or bread? - Cup.

Ahh.

Here he is.

This where you been hidin', mate?

[uneasy atmospheric music]

Oh.

- So he's your new boyfriend? - [snickering]

[chuckles] He's cute.

[chuckles] Good for you, mate.

Go on.

Cup or bread?

- Hmm? - Cup or bread?

Bread.

Thank you.

Cup or bread?

Go a cup.

- Cup or bread? - Cup.

[uneasy atmospheric music continues]

[birds twittering]

[Rita's mum speaking in French]

[speaking in French]

[Rita sighs]

[fan whirring]

[pensive music]

I love you.

I know.

It's okay if you want to change your mind.

Stop saying that. I'm not scared.

Okay.

[deep sigh]

[water running]

[pensive music continues]

[car engine starting]

[Rita] Thanks.

[Dan] Say hi to your dad, mate.

- [Angus] Yep. - [Dan] Drive safe.

[Kelly] Anything good?

My boys just wanted to apologise

for the... the little dust-up with Angus.

- Oh, thanks. - It's rocky road.

Yum. He, uh... he just left with his mum.

Oh. Never mind.

I'm sure it'll be safe with you.

Cheers.

[Kelly] Do you have any... any plans later?

Um, I'm having some friends around tonight.

It's nothing fancy.

You're all welcome.

Thanks, but, uh, I got the family coming around, so...

Offer's there.

Okay.

Mmm, it's good.

[Breaka] True to God,

my nana used to make the best potatoes.

She'd run a fork over all of 'em,

make 'em proper crunchy.

- Oh, yeah? - [Breaka] Yeah.

Bro, my dad used to put old coins

in the Christmas pudding, eh?

And if you found one, you could trade 'em for real money.

I was like, "Yo!"

[Joe] Mm-mm, Christmas pud.

Christmas pud.

Or... pavlova.

- Pavlova? - [Bart] Mmm.

We never had Christmas lunches. Just Happy Meals.

Comes with a toy. Smart.

[inmates chattering]

[indistinct two-way radio chatter]

[inmates chattering]

[Possum] You done?

- Stop! - Hey!

Oi!

What?

Leave him alone.

[tense music builds]

Fight me.

- No. - Why not?

'Cause I think you do this for attention.

Come on, take a swing.

[Joe inhales sharply]

Why are you so fuckin' needy, mate?

Fight me.

Oooh.

Calm down, mate.

I'm gonna go and see my son.

Do you understand?

I don't want any part of this.

Now, Possum's gonna mind his own business

and I'm gonna mind mine.

We're gonna walk away.

Okay?

Fair enough.

Okay.

Fuck him.

- [punch thumping] - [inmates yelling, commotion]

[melancholy music]

[melancholy music continues]

I gotta see my family!

This wasn't my fucking fault!

- Sorry, Joe, just doing my job. - Please! Please!

Please! Please!

[bangs on door]

My son is here! I have to see my son!

[music swells]

It's fucking Christmas!

[music swells]

Idiot!

[music subsides]

[music fades]

[breathing deeply]

[under breath] Fuck.

[car brakes squeaking]

[handbrake cranking]

[insects chirping]

[softly] Hey.

It's okay to cry, darling.

- [sniffles] - [Rita] It's okay.

[inmates chattering]

Well, that's it!

Ya fuckin' ruined Christmas!

[chattering stops]

Lump of coal, the lot of ya!

What did you think you were doin'?!

He had it comin'.

Oh, give me a bucket.

You used to have visitors once, Red!

Why don't they come anymore?!

Did you know his son was waiting for him?

How could you do that to a little boy?

Can't ya see beyond the fuckin' bullshit culture of this place?

Hey?!

There's a whole world outside these walls!

No, you couldn't stand the thought

of someone gettin' out of here in one piece.

Piss off. Jesus fuckin'...

[Noel] There's a concert. Tonight. In the chapel.

- I'll see you there. - You fuckin' won't.

If you ever want to eat out of my kitchen again,

you'll be there.

And you can bring your back-up fuckin' dancers!

I fuckin' hate it when I'm upset!

[sighs]

[pensive music]

Hey.

- Hi. - You made it.

- Yep. - How's it going?

- You right? - Yeah. All good.

[Rita] He waited for three hours, Joe.

[Joe on phone] It wasn't my fault, okay...

Stop blaming everyone else.

He's heartbroken.

[Joe] Can I speak to him?

He's asleep.

This is too hard.

What's too hard? What are you talking about?

Rita?

Do you think you're the only one doing time?

You don't exist in a void, Joe.

I'm doing this time too.

We're all doing this time right alongside you.

Just tell us if you don't love us anymore. Okay?

Or if... I don't know, if you've changed so much

that you don't want to come home anymore.

Of course I love you.

Of course I want to come home.

What happened today will never happen again.

Ever.

I don't want to say anything that I can't unsay.

So, merry Christmas.

[phone beeps]

[taps phone repeatedly]

[inhales]

[exhales heavily]

[Angus sighs heavily]

Hey.

I've got something for you.

I was saving it for tomorrow,

but maybe you'd like to open it now?

I'll leave it here. Okay?

Is Santa real?

Santa... Hmm.

What do you think?

I don't want Dad to die.

Me neither.

I've spent my whole life... missing my dad.

Yeah, I can't believe I fucked this up.

Mate, everyone in 'ere has fucked up.

It doesn't define you.

Hm?

But it's your fault.

You chose this.

What?

It was a fight that got you in here. Yeah?

You keep playing the same card.

You don't always have a choice, Noel.

No, you always have a choice.

But giving in to impulse...

..takes away that choice, yeah?

Takes away your responsibility.

Takes away your freedom. Takes away your family.

Mate, when I was your age,

I let all my fuckin' shit and anger get the better of me.

I made a fuckin' terrible mistake.

I ended up in here. For good.

You can get out.

Yeah, well, I just, um...

I wish I could undo it all.

[Noel] Well, you can't.

You can't.

You have to accept where you are

and start... start from here.

What's the point?

[exhales shakily]

[Noel] Well, yeah, you can give up.

You can give up.

That won't be easy.

Just like it won't be easy

trying to find that bottle of wine.

Hey?

But not as hard as having to eat that fuckin'

packet shit gravy for the 100th year in a row. [laughs]

So I want to help you.

Yeah?

Might not be much but I'll do what I can.

And... in this place, that's about the best of it.

Hey?

Yeah?

- Hey, come on. - [exhales heavily]

[warmly] Hey? You right?

[Joe exhales heavily]

[Joe exhaling]

Alright.

Where's Breaka?

[inmates chattering and laughing]

Sweatin', hey?

Yeah, I sweat.

Just keep it chill, eh?

[Roy] Welcome to the party, pal.

I've got thrust, pingers, nangs?

I've got yarndi, special K...

[sighs]

So... grade-A china white just came in last night.

Um...

We're looking for... for wine, actually, Roy.

Red, if possible.

Well, there goes the neighbourhood. [laughs]

Talk about gentrification!

I sell drugs, boys. I'm not a fuckin' sommelier.

- [piano accompaniment playing] - [choir] ♪ Hummm ♪

♪ Hummm ♪

♪ Been the killer Been the king ♪

♪ Been the diamond and the ring ♪

♪ I'm the reason that I sing ♪

♪ I'm the sleeper I'm the star ♪

♪ Outbid on the candelabra ♪

♪ I can even hold your candle ♪

♪ I think we are gonna be fine ♪

- [choir] ♪ Hummm ♪ - ♪ Everything's gonna be fine ♪

[choir] ♪ Hummm ♪ [stomping in rhythm]

[choir] ♪ Been the wax and been the wings ♪

♪ You can fall into the sun ♪

♪ I did fall into the sun ♪

♪ But I never let it win ♪

♪ I'm the reason that I sing ♪

♪ On the beach I feel amazing ♪

♪ I've been looking at the future ♪

♪ And everything's gonna be fine ♪

[rhythmic stomping continues]

[pensive piano melody playing]

[slow piano rendition of "Silent Night" playing]

[music fades]

[indistinct shouting in distance]

["Isolationism" by Ben Salter playing over stereo]

You were obsessed with this album.

[Rita] I was.

Yep.

When I had time to listen to music.

You...

You were always...

[sighs softly]

I've always been a bit jealous of you and Joe.

[Rita] No, you haven't.

[glass clinks on table]

Come on, then.

Come on.

- ♪ Oh, Lord ♪ - [chuckles softly]

- [giggles] - ♪ You put us to the sword ♪

♪ We'll all get our reward ♪

♪ Keep us on our toes ♪

♪ Lover ♪

♪ What did I ask you to write down? ♪

♪ Why was it so important ♪

♪ That you record it? ♪

♪ Why did I like the sound? ♪

I know this hasn't been easy for ya.

♪ Maybe ♪

- ♪ This could all come true ♪ - But I've loved being here.

Being with your family.

- [Rita, dreamily] Mm-hm. - ♪ I'll never go through ♪

[Dan] And I want to say I think you're amazing.

I think you're handling all this with such grace.

♪ You saved me ♪

♪ You're all there is now ♪

I don't know what I'd have done without you.

We're a good team.

[floorboards creaking]

Stop falling in love!

- We're not. - Stop lying!

I don't want a new dad! I want my dad!

And you don't even care about him!

[door slams shut]

♪ She just goes and goes ♪

[softly] Fuck!

[under breath] Fuck.

♪ She just goes and goes ♪

[Dan] What are we doing?

[song ends]

What do you mean, "what are we doing"?

[Dan] He's having such a hard time with me around.

Come on, we're just trying to cope

in a very difficult situation here.

I keep telling myself that I'm helping.

What if I'm making it worse?

[sighs wearily]

It has to end.

It has to.

What?

Maybe I should move out now.

Oh... Okay.

Okay. So... you're leaving too?

That's what's happening?

[slaps thighs]

[weary sigh] You know what? Why not.

Maybe it's time you face your own...

responsibilities.

You know?

[glass clinks firmly on bench]

[knocking gently] Angus?

Darling, I...

[Angus] Leave me alone.

Goodnight.

[drunken shouting in distance]

[clears throat]

[wine pouring]

Sorry, I thought there was more.

[Roger] It's okay.

[Stella exhales]

[exhales, clears throat]

I just want to... I... I just want to say...

What?

I just want to say I'm... I'm sorry.

And...

[wry exhale]

I know I'm not the man you thought you married and...

..I want to be.

And I'm just really scared you're gonna...

..you're gonna leave me.

And I know things haven't been great, but I-I...

I just... I can't...

I can't lose you, Stel.

Roger, I love you.

I love you, but you can't be real.

You...

You think you rescued me from my family.

You... you reckon they're trash.

But I treasure them.

[softly] I treasure them.

I can be real. I can be real.

I... I can...

- I can do better. I can make... - Just... Don't... No.

Don't.

I don't want any more words.

I want you... I want you to show me.

[Roger] You have been smoking.

What? I can smell it.

[Stella sighs]

[Stella clears throat]

[poignant music]

[sniffles]

[music swells]

[breathing softly]

[birds twittering, warbling]

[whistles]

Queenie?

Oh, Mum, can we open presents now?

- Where's Angus? - I don't know.

- Please! - Not now, Franky.

You wait for your brother.

[girls chuckle]

[knocking gently] Angus.

We're all up. Do you want to come open some presents?

[tapping gently]

Angus?

Angus!

Angus?

Angus!

[door beeps, clicks]

[indistinct two-way radio chatter]

[door beeps]

[quiet gasp]

Good morning.

Father.

Merry Christmas.

What brings you to the Lord's house?

A gift.

Christ, it's hot.

Well, look what you're wearing.

What? It's a linen pant.

Don't talk about Bitcoin. Okay?

Just find common ground.

If there's any tension, deflect and defuse.

Let's say it together.

- I can't change other people... - I can't control other...

'Control'. I can't control other people.

[both] I can't control other people

but I can control myself.

- No drama.

It's gonna be great, babe. It's gonna be a great day.

What the hell's goin' on here?

[Stella] Oh, my God.

[wind chimes tinkling]

Hey?

Wake up.

There's cops at your place.

What?

Oh, fuck.

[policewoman] The best thing that you can do from here

is to stay home and wait.

Wait?

[police radio beeps] 439...

- He's missing. - [door opens]

Please, I can't stay here and wait...

- Poor little mate. - [door closes]

All on his own.

Terrible.

Dan just texted. He's... He's up north doing laps.

We should head to the highway just in case. Hey?

Keys?

Don't you want me to come?

No.

I'll take you, Stel.

We'll go in the van.

- So we can all fit in together. - Yeah, come on. Come on, girls.

- Let's go, huh? - Okay. Well, I'll...

Yeah, I guess I'll just stay here, then,

and I'll just, uh...

hold down the fort.

He'll turn up!

He's nine. How far can he get?

["My Little Drum" by Vince Guaraldi Trio plays]

[thunder rumbling softly]

This isn't awkward at all.

Mary, you know, I...

I've been wanting to say something.

Yeah?

When Joe...

When all of this happened to our family...

it felt like some kind of second chance for me.

To make right what I couldn't do for you.

What I didn't do. To be there.

Okay.

But...

it-it really just made me realise that... about you...

Look, Dad, can whatever this is wait

until after we've found the missing member of our family?

I get that you totally

have to make every moment about yourself,

but this isn't it.

Look, do you think I would be here if...?

I forgave you a long time ago.

I bet that felt good.

- [machinery hissing] - [Noel] Turkey's up.

[inmate] How are the pumpkins going?

[indistinct light-hearted chatter]

[inmate] Whoo. Comin' through.

- [chatter continues] - [inmate] Hot, hot, hot, hot...

[Bart] How are those potatoes going, boss?

[Breaka] Good, good, good. Spuds are lookin' good.

- [Noel] Turkeys are up. - [inmate] Hey-oh!

[inmate] Boilin', boilin'.

[light-hearted chatter continues]

[pensive music]

[scraping pan]

[Joe chuckles softly]

[thunder rumbling gently]

Come on, buddy. Come on.

[inmates stomping feet slowly]

[stomping quickens and intensifies]

- [inmate 1] You all good? - [inmate 2] Yeah.

[inmate 1] Yeah.

- Let's get a move on, eh? - Yep. Almost there.

[Bart] Alright, last turkey's on.

[door beeps, clicks]

- Okay, the turkey's on. - [stomping in distance]

- [stomping stops] - [door beeps]

- [Noel] Joe. - Yep.

You have a visitor.

- [Father] Uh, merry Christmas. - Come on, then.

You too.

Uh, in the spirit of Christmas,

um, it would be my absolute delight

to share this bottle of our heavenly Father's...

best vino rosso with you all.

You're kidding. Ah...

[chuckles]

They're making a lot of noise out there. [laughs]

Yeah, please.

- Ooh, here we go. [chuckles] - Amazing.

- Uh, say when? - Yeah.

The blood of Christ.

Yep.

- Ah, a bit more? - Yep.

[wine pouring]

Yep.

[tapping spoon]

Showtime!

[laughter and cheering]

[stomping continues]

[raucous cheering and whooping]

- [inmate 1] Merry Christmas. - [inmate 2] Thanks.

[inmates chattering]

[Noel] Merry Christmas, brother.

- Merry Christmas.

Looks good.

Tastes good.

[festive music playing over sound system]

[rain pattering]

[hydraulic brakes hissing]

No bikes.

[bus engine idling]

No dogs.

She's my emotional support animal.

Get on.

[doors hissing]

[sniffles]

[pensive ambient music]

[sniffling]

[sighs wearily]

[weeping, sniffling softly]

Oh... [sniffles]

[weeping softly]

Oh, my God...

Yeah.

[soft chuckle]

Here, Father.

- [Father] Oh, no... - Take me seat. No, no.

[Noel] Where are you going?

I'll be back.

Here's to you, Father.

Merry Christmas.

- Cheers, Father. - Merry Christmas, Father.

Merry Christmas, fellas.

[kookaburras laughing in distance]

Ah...

[phone ringing]

[ringing continues]

Hello?

[automated voice] This a call from

Blackwater Correctional Centre.

To accept this call, press 1...

No. [mashes keypad]

[disconnect tone]

[clicks receiver]

- [phone ringing] - Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

[ringing continues]

[sighs]

[automated voice] This a call from...

[pushes button]

Hello?

[Roger] It's Roger.

[clicks receiver]

[inmate] They're not bloody there, mate.

[line ringing]

[phone ringing]

[pushes buttons]

It's still Roger. Hey, Joe, please don't hang up.

Hello?

[Joe] Hello.

Hi.

So...

- I imagine it's a bit... - I didn't...

- Oh, sorry. - Um...

- No, after you. - No, no. You go, mate. You go.

Uh... I don't know what to say.

You just... you just talk, Rog.

I can't imagine what it's been like for you in there.

Yeah, probably not.

I'm sorry about last Christmas.

I was a dickhead.

I was a bigger dickhead.

How's it going with Stel, mate?

[inhales softly] Oh, you know...

I got a bit of work to do.

Is Rita there?

Rita?

No, she's, um... No, she's not.

She's down at the... at the shops.

With Angus.

Oh.

Is, um...

is anyone else there?

Uh, no, actually. No.

No, they've all... they've all popped out to, um...

to see the, um...

the Christmas... parade.

The Christmas parade?

Yeah. Down at, uh, down at the... shops.

Right.

But I will... I will, um... I'll let 'em know you called.

And, um...

Yeah, Angus is gonna be really sad to have missed you, mate.

Uh, well, then...

Merry Christmas, Roger.

Yeah, merry Christmas, Joe.

I'm looking forward to seeing you next year.

Family all back together.

Same.

We all miss ya, mate.

You hang in there, alright?

[disconnect tone]

[inmates chattering]

Fuckin' finally!

[inmate dials keypad]

Hi, Mum.

["Hark, the Herald Angels Sing" by Vince Guaraldi Trio plays]

[Queenie panting]

[song continues]

Come on.

[strained grunting]

[song ends]

[instrumental rendition of "Silent Night" playing quietly]

[cutlery clatters]

There's a kid outside.

[taps button]

What do you want me to do?

[cutlery clatters]

[indistinct chatter]

Thanks, Father.

Come on.

Thank you.

Merry Christmas, all.

Uh...

Last night at chapel we were graced

with a very special musical performance.

Um, far too special, I thought, for our modest congregation

so I have petitioned Heinz for a Christmas Day encore.

And I'm assured by Noel that, uh...

the acoustics are even better in the mess.

So, um... please, Heinz, take it away.

- [piano accompaniment playing] - [choir] ♪ Hummm ♪

♪ Hummm ♪

- ♪ Hummm ♪ - ♪ I think we are ♪

- ♪ Gonna be fine ♪ - ♪ Hummm ♪

- [choir] ♪ Hummm ♪ - ♪ Everything's gonna be fine ♪

♪ Hummm ♪

♪ Hard times but good things are coming now ♪

♪ Hard times but good things are coming ♪

♪ Hard times but good things are coming ♪

♪ Hard times but good things are coming ♪

♪ Hard times but good things are coming now ♪

♪ Hard times but good things are coming ♪

♪ Hard times but good things are coming ♪

♪ Ohhh-ohhh ♪

♪ Ohh-ohh-ohhhh ♪

♪ Ohhhh, ohhhh ♪

♪ Ohh-ohh... ♪

God, I hope I'm right about this.

You're right.

Comin' to get ya, mate.

We'll find him, Rita.

Good girl.

[Queenie whining]

[sniffing]

[tender atmospheric music]

Hi, Dad!

[inhales shakily]

- How did you get here? - The bus.

[tender music swells]

[gentle vocalising]

- [laughing] - [inmates cheering, applauding]

Yep!

[raucous cheering and whistling]

[vocalising continues]

[Joe] Oh-ho!

[vocalising and music swell, then fade out]

["How to Make Gravy" by Paul Kelly plays]

♪ Hello, Dan It's Joe here ♪

♪ I hope you're keeping well ♪

♪ It's the 21st of December ♪

♪ And now they're ringing the last bells ♪

♪ If I get good behaviour ♪

♪ I'll be out of here by July ♪

♪ Won't you kiss my kids on Christmas Day ♪

♪ Please ♪

♪ Don't let 'em cry for me ♪

♪ I guess the brothers are driving down from Queensland ♪

♪ And Stella's flying in from the coast ♪

♪ They say it's gonna be a hundred degrees ♪

♪ Even more maybe ♪

♪ But that won't stop the roast ♪

♪ Who's gonna make the gravy now? ♪

♪ I bet it won't taste the same ♪

♪ Just add flour, salt, a little red wine ♪

♪ And don't forget a dollop of tomato sauce ♪

♪ For sweetness and that extra tang ♪

♪ And give my love to Angus ♪

♪ And to Frank and Dolly ♪

♪ Tell 'em all I'm sorry ♪

♪ I screwed up this time ♪

♪ And look after Rita ♪

♪ I'll be thinking of her ♪

♪ Early Christmas morning ♪

♪ When I'm standing in line ♪

♪ I hear Mary's got a new boyfriend ♪

♪ I hope he can hold his own ♪

♪ [chuckling] Do you remember the last one? ♪

♪ What was his name again? ♪

♪ Ah, just a little too much cologne ♪

♪ And Roger ♪

♪ You know I'm even gonna miss Roger ♪

♪ 'Cause there's sure as hell ♪

♪ No one in here I want to fight ♪

♪ Oh, praise the Baby Jesus ♪

♪ Have a Merry Christmas ♪

♪ I'm really gonna miss it ♪

♪ All the treasure and the trash ♪

♪ And later in the evening ♪

♪ I can just imagine ♪

♪ You'll put on Junior Murvin ♪

♪ And push the tables back ♪

♪ And you'll dance with Rita ♪

♪ I know you really like her ♪

♪ Just don't hold her too close ♪

♪ Oh, brother, please don't stab me in the back ♪

♪ I didn't mean to say that ♪

♪ It's just my mind It plays up ♪

♪ Multiplies each matter ♪

♪ Turns imagination into fact ♪

♪ You know I love her badly ♪

♪ She's the one to save me ♪

♪ I'm gonna make some gravy ♪

♪ I'm gonna taste the fat ♪

♪ Ah, tell her that I'm sorry ♪

♪ Yeah, I love her badly ♪

♪ Tell 'em all I'm sorry ♪

♪ And kiss the sleepy children for me ♪

♪ You know one of these days ♪

♪ I'll be making gravy ♪

♪ I'll be making plenty ♪

♪ I'm gonna pay 'em all back ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Do-do-do-do ♪

♪ Do-do-do-do... ♪

[song fades out]

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