All language subtitles for All.Saints.S08E26 - Moving On.en

BOY: I'm on your back, mate.

We're not playing chasey.

SIRENS WAIL

Do you reckon that'd be him?

STUART: Looks alright to me.

Caller reported bizarre behaviour.

G'day. I'm Aaron, this is Stuart.
We're from the Ambulance Service.

Are you feeling alright, sir?

They've emptied the pool.

It's not a pool, mate,
it's a skating bowl.

Can you tell us your name?

Someone could fall into it.

Have you taken any drugs, sir?

I beg your pardon?

We've just received a call
from someone

who was a bit worried about you.

You can mind
your own bloody business.

And you, mate,
can back right off, okay?

I don't take drugs, alright?
Okay, okay. Calm down, sir.

I'm just checking.

Can you tell us
what day it is.

It's Tuesday. My wife's gone
to see about the flowers.

You still haven't told us your name.

Brad.

So, you're feeling okay, Brad?

Yes. Yes, I'm fine.

How about coming to the hospital,
just to get checked out?

I'm not going anywhere, okay?
I feel fine.

Do you live nearby?

Yes, just in Farmer Street.
I was just on my way home.

Okay, mate. If you could just
sign there, we'll leave you alone.

Yep, okay.

Take care, mate.
You too.

Thank you.

See you.
See you later.

I don't think he's as right
as he says he is.

He's eccentric, that's all.
Could be disorientated and covering.

We can't take him if he refuses.

Car 978 to Base.

RADIO: Copy, 978.

Car 978. This is job No.74568.

Patient has refused transport.
We're complete. Over.

Copy. You're clear.

Any other symptoms
apart from a slight temperature?

Nada.
He seemed okay earlier.

But while getting ready
to go to work

he started complaining
he was hot, feverish.

Adam insisted
on dragging me down here,

like some sad, old,
half-dressed prawn salad.

And when were diagnosed HIV-positive,
Robert?

Robert?
You make me sound so straight.

Call me Aunty Eve, darling.

He was diagnosed in 1989.

Had since I was a boy - literally.

Rob, cut it out.

Veronica here doesn't mind,
do you, darling?

Call me Von.

Righto, have you got a list
of your medication?

Ah, yep.

Thank you.

Good. Let's get you organised
to see a doctor.

Will it take long, darling?

I've got a party to go to.
I'm doing a number.

Gorgeous frock.
Big entrance down the stairs.

You've heard
of a late entrance?

Please, wait out here.

I love a woman in uniform.

FRANK: Don't give her any lollies -
she becomes uncontrollable.

Don't show her any money -
coins upset her.

And don't stress her out
with a noise.

How did we stay married
for so long?

You wouldn't take the hint.

The thing is,
you're not my husband anymore

and I don't need
a list of instructions for my day.

I'm still Kathleen's father, and
I know her a lot better than you.

Okay, get it off your chest
quickly.

No more than two strangers
in the room at any time.

Go with her to the toilet,

and don't even think
about touching her backpack.

If anything goes wrong,
call me immediately.

Okay, got it.

What? No argument?

Oh, relax, Frank. Stop worrying.

Haven't you finished yet?

What's with you?
Wrong time of the month?

Maybe I'd feel better
if you got off my case, Aaron.

I'm starved. Can we grab a burger?

No.

Hi.
Hey.

Stu, did Dan tell you
about tonight?

No.

We're having a barbie at your place.
Why?

No reason. Just thought
it'd be nice to hang out.

Okay.

Right, well, um...
It'll be great, then.

RADIO: Car 978,
clear for call out? Over.

Car 978, we're clear.

Police have requested back-up
in Hegarty Park.

Same address you attended earlier.
Male reported with injuries.

Copy that. We're on our way.

Looks like Brad didn't go home
after all.

De-de-de. Do-do-do.

Do-do-do.

DISTURBING MUSIC

Brad?
Flowers.

Brad? It's Aaron from
the Ambulance Service. Remember me?

You hit your head, mate?

Do you have any pain?

Do-do-do.
I think he's taken something.

Hey, Bradley, I need you to come
to the hospital with us now, mate.

What have you done
with my rings?

Can we get him to the ambulance?
Come on, Brad. Come on.

Yes. We'd better go, we're so late.

Wait, wait.

Here. You have to carry these.

WOMAN: Come on, sweetie,
let's go home.

Come on, off you go.

AARON: Come on, mate.

You're right.

We've gotta go.
Yeah, we'll get there.

We'll get you there, mate.
Getting married today.

Sorry.

Right.
Well, I've done the set of obs.

Oh!

I haven't taken a specimen yet.

Thank you, Von.

Okay, we need a urine sample.

Oh, that unforgettable invitazione.

Don't make a song and dance
about it.

Oh, as if I would!

Now, where do I go
to powder my nose?

Toilet's up the corridor,
to the right.

Ah-ha.
Do you need any help?

Oh, no.

Not unless you buy me dinner first.

Hey, hang on.
What's that on your backside?

Whoa. Careful.

This is Brad, observed wandering
in park, confused and disoriented.

GCS is 13,
both pupils equal and reactive

and he vomited once in transit.

I'm Jessica.
Can you tell me your surname?

AARON: I've asked him.
BRAD: Bradley Marks.

Marks? I know this patient.
I've treated him before.

Do you know where you are?
Of course I do.

Where is she?

Bradley Marks -
frontal temple dementia.

He was diagnosed
about six months ago.

I'll get his file up.

It's Dr Quaid. Remember me?

What am I doing here?
CATE: It's alright.

We're gonna take care of you.
Take him to bed 3.

No, I can't.
I'm getting married today.

AARON: You were in the park,
remember?

They diverted the traffic.
I'm going to be late for the church!

Any witnesses say
how long he's been like this?

Couple of hours at least.
How did he get the head injury?

Not sure. Maybe fell in the park
where he was found.

We're gonna need an urgent skull
X-ray, head CT and spinal series.

Brad, can we contact
your fiancee for you?

He's married. Well, he was
the last time he was here.

Why didn't you tell him
about the first call-out?

It wasn't relevant.

Maybe he was injured then
and we missed it.

We didn't.
How can you be sure?

'Cause he wasn't bleeding.

Then he got it later -
which is worse.

He refused transport.
Nothing we could do.

The guy has dementia.

We could've picked up on it,
called the cops, ensured his safety.

We couldn't know he had dementia.

He was lucid.
Barely.

Stuart, just admit you were wrong!

Stuart!

Mate, either get your act together

and treat me like an equal
instead of the enemy,

or we're going to have
a real problem here.

Nelson? Phone call. It's urgent.

Whatever Frank has done,
Frank can fix it.

I am not gonna be
the meat in the sandwich.

She says she's your wife.
That message still stand?

No, Jessica.

I didn't know Nelson had a wife.

And that is your business
because...?

That's the point.

I sent the divorce papers
because I wanted to avoid this.

And as I said, I think a phone call
first would have been appropriate,

just out of simple courtesy.

And when exactly did you work out
what was appropriate?

Since I got sober, Nelson.

Well, I've heard that before.

Look, I understand your hostility.
I just want to make amends.

Do the 12th step.
How stupid do you think I am?

I've still got some of your things.
Why don't you call over and...

Nah.

So, this divorce -
why now all of a sudden?

You've found someone else,
haven't you?

That's none of your business.
Well, who is she?

Just sign the bloody divorce papers,
Leanne, and get outta my life!

(hangs up phone)

Hey, hey.
What?

Did you know Nelson's married?

I thought
he was going out with Kerry.

You should've seen Von's face
when I passed on the phone message,

and she chewed my head off
when I asked.

Maybe you heard wrong.

If he has a wife,
surely we would've known about it.

You'd think so, but the woman
definitely said she was his wife.

And Nelson didn't deny it either.
Wow.

Lost something?
Left a job sheet here somewhere.

Bad day?
My partner forgot his happy pills.

So did my housemate.
Oh. So Stuart's in a bad mood!

Making a big deal out of it
is not going to help.

Maybe he's cheesed off 'cause
you didn't tell him about the barbie.

I tell you, Jess,
that's a really bad idea.

Dan, we agreed on this.

We stick close, and show him
that we're supporting him.

Any messages for me?
Not that I know of.

Frank, I need you
to review a patient.

If Alison Newell calls, let me know
straightaway if not sooner.

Sounds ominous.

JACK: Right, you are going off
to Radiology

to get an X-ray of your head,
Bradley,

just to make sure that you
haven't fractured your skull.

Do you understand that?
Of course I do.

You've already told me twice.
Right. Sorry.

I hit my head, okay?
I haven't lost my marbles.

It's alright, Bradley, Dr Quaid just
loves the sound of his own voice,

don't you, Dr Quaid?

Reverend Bailey said to go to the
back door if the front was closed.

No, no, no, Bradley.
You're in All Saints Hospital.

I'm your nurse. Remember?
No, I have to go to the church.

No, no, no.
No, I'm getting married today!

Get your hands off me! Help me!
Bradley, no, just calm down.

She's keeping me away from my wife!
I'm not, Bradley.

Don't touch me! Let me go!
Where's Alicia? Where's my wife?

You married her already, remember?
No! Get your hands off me!

Why are you doing this to me?
Get off me. Help!

Get me out!

Is there something
on your mind, Dan?

No.

Hey, why can't I find Mr Collins?

Because we don't have a Mr Collins.

Then why was I sent down
to review him?

Spooky.
Who sent you?

Professor Griggs.

My guess -
wrong ward or wrong name.

Has anyone spoken to him?

People speak too much around here.

Where's my wife?
I can't stay here.

Hey, there you are.
Where are the rings?

I don't think I'm the guy
you're looking for.

You haven't lost them, have you?
Bradley!

She'll never forgive me.
Let go of Dr Hughes, okay?

Let go!
I'm so sorry. He needs sedating.

What happened to you?

It's okay, it's nothing.

Come on, let's go.

Hey, are you the bloody caterer
or not?

Hmm?

Get off me!

Can you see Robert Purdy now?

A boil on the bum
is hardly life-threatening, Curtis.

He's HIV.

I'll be there directly.

Oh, and he likes
to be called Auntie Eve.

BRADLEY: Where's Alicia?

How much longer
is this going to take?

Patience, pet. Nurse Nancy's
doing the best she can.

FRANK: Hello.

Well, hello, Mary.

You're welcome in my boudoir
any time, you big hairy bear.

First things first.
Do you know your CD4 count?

Last time it was 500. He has
it checked every three months.

Viral load?
Undetectable.

Triple therapy's working.

Excellent.
Let's have a look at this boil.

Hmm.

When did you first notice it?

Well, as I was telling
Nurse Nancy here,

I was vaguely aware
of a small pimple yesterday.

But I didn't worry.
You'd say it's twice as big now?

Darling, it's hard to tell.

Perhaps if I exposed my derriere
like this a little earlier,

perhaps some other young hunk
might have picked it up, so to speak.

It looks like a furuncle.

I know my bum isn't looking its best,

but it was very...
(makes sizzling noise)

..popular in its heyday.

For God's sake, Robert. Nobody cares
about your fat, ugly arse.

Perhaps you better put it away.

Now you can really see
the crack in our relationship.

Right, well, it will need
lancing and draining,

and because you're slightly
immuno-compromised,

we'll hit you with
some strong antibiotics, okay?

Thank you.

CATE: I've never nursed
a young dementia patient before.

I didn't realise
how strong they can be.

I should have remembered he was out
of control last time he was here.

Oh, this is his wife.

Alicia. Dr Quaid.

Yes, I remember you.

(mumbles)

He's had some sedation.
What happened to him?

Actually, Vincent, have you got
five minutes to do me a huge favour?

VINCENT: Actually, no, I...

This patient has been sedated and
needs a doctor escort to Radiology,

and I'd like to talk to his wife.

Sure, no problem.

Shouldn't I go with him?
He's fine. Just going for a scan.

This way.

Now, Bradley is displaying

a deep level
of confusion and disorientation.

Does anyone know how
he hurt himself?

The ambulance officers believe
he may have fallen.

Look, as I mentioned
when Bradley was first diagnosed,

there'd be no way of knowing

exactly how quickly
the dementia would progress.

But from what I'm seeing today,
it seems to be moving pretty fast.

He's a bit worse
from when you last saw him,

but he has good and bad days,
just like everyone.

The ambulance report says
that Bradley was behaving very oddly

when he was picked up.

They don't know him.
How can they tell what's normal?

Alicia, do you have any idea

what Bradley was doing
in the park this morning?

He walks through it
on the way to the shops.

Nothing unusual about that.

He's able to go to the shops
on a regular basis?

Of course.

Now, tell me what
you can do for him.

I'll be in a better position
to answer that

once the head CT results are back.

You're still not sleeping?

(whispers) No.

Yeah, it's pretty obvious you're
trying to keep a lid on things.

Look, I'm not going to pretend that I
don't care about you, because I do.

Probably more than I should.

But I can't get involved with you.

I'm not Mack, you know,

and I'm not gonna turn around
in a month's time

and, I don't know, reject you
because of what we've been through.

Something good has to come out
of this whole Beth thing,

and I can't think of anything better
than the two of us.

Look, you've got some stuff
to sort out, and

..until you do...

So, what, should we just walk away?

I think we have to for now.

That doctor was very gentle.
What was his name again?

Dr Campion.

This will sting a bit.

Hmm. Adam's been gone a long time.

Relatives find it difficult to sit
in Emergency for long periods.

Mmm. He has lots of phone calls
to make, about the party.

It will be a disaster, I'm sure.

What's the party in aid of?

My 60th.

Ouch.
Sorry.

Oh, no.

It's the birthday that hurts,
my darling, not you. (Chuckles)

Well, ah, many happy returns.

You should see my fabulous
black sequined frock, darling.

To die for!

And I'm singing 'I'm Still Here'
as an entree.

That's an old song?

"Old song"? (Chuckles)
You wash your mouth out, honey.

It's a standard.

Look, I've been HIV for 15 years.

I think I'm entitled to sing
'I'm Still Here', don't you?

Absolutely.

Perhaps he's gone to put money
in the parking meter.

Oh, anyway...

Hopefully your viral load is
under 50, and we can send you home.

Perhaps he's gone for a coffee.

At least I've still got my memories.

No-one can take those away.

ALICIA: I still don't understand
why you had to drug him.

We gave him some light sedation
to keep him still for the scan,

but it will wear off soon.

He was talking a lot about weddings.

Well, he looks peaceful now.

It's Alicia, sweetheart.
I'm right here if you need me.

JACK: Alicia, this is Dr Hughes.

He's a surgeon and he'd like to
talk to you about the scan results.

He hit his head, they told me.

Yes, he did.

We're not exactly sure
how it happened,

but Bradley has what's called
a subdural haematoma.

It's a condition
that requires immediate surgery.

A subdural-what?

Subdural haematoma.

It means there's
a collection of blood

between the skull and the brain
which causes increased pressure,

and it can lead to brain damage
if it's not treated.

So Bradley's behaviour today could be
because of this bump on his head?

Yes, it's possible.

So being confused and agitated

would be normal for someone
in this situation.

That's right.

Now, for the operation, we'll need
to shave a section of Bradley's head

and we'll drill a small hole
into his skull

so we can evacuate the blood.

Do you have any questions?

No. Thank you, Doctor.

It's reassuring to know
my husband's in good hands.

Difficult patient?

Hmm? Oh, um...

Nope, not really.

ALICIA: He was perfectly fine
this morning,

otherwise I wouldn't have
let him go, would I?

So it must be the fall
causing the problems.

I'm just saying
you should keep an open mind.

You heard Dr Hughes - his behaviour's
normal, given the situation.

If you'll excuse me,
I have to make a phone call.

She's not listening.
She doesn't want to.

I hate to admit it, but maybe
I'm barking up the wrong tree.

It' be a pretty severe
and rapid deterioration

if the dementia
was causing these symptoms.

All the more reason
to find out for sure.

She says he doesn't need support
or respite. She says he's been good.

Was that Bradley Marks' wife?
Yeah.

What's the story?

I think Jack's having a hard time
convincing her

that her husband's got
rapid-onset dementia.

STUART: Aaron, we're waiting.

Keep your bloody shirt on, mate.

Jessica, can you help me
do some meds?

Sure.
Any messages for me?

No.
Are you positive?

How can I be positive
when I've only been here a second?

Where the bloody hell have you been?
It's called nursing, Frank.

Frank, police and ambos have
been called to a local pub brawl.

We've got no details but we are
on standby for incoming casualties.

Keep me posted.

Oh, and...

..wants to talk to you.

Hmm.

Come in, Adam.

Thank you.

He's not going to die of this boil,
is he?

Well, you know as well as I do

that something as small
as an infected pimple

can end up killing
an immuno-compromised patient.

I know that, but will this one?

Very unlikely.

That's what I thought.
He does this all the time.

Yes, I could see you were
a little embarrassed earlier,

but, really, there's no need.

We feel grateful to patients
like Robert that give us a laugh.

God knows we need one
around here sometimes.

I'm glad it amuses you.

The routine's getting
pretty old and tired.

I don't want to be pigeon-holed

by all that camp stuff
he carries on with.

Hmm.

How long have you been together?
17 years.

When Robert was diagnosed HIV
a couple of years later,

it was pretty much a death sentence
back then.

Hmm.

We saw so many friends,
mostly Robert's, die.

It was horrific.

A couple of times
Robert's come so close

that we've called the priest in.

But we're talking 15 years now,
and he's still well.

The drugs are working, thank God.

And I'm living with a promise I made
not to leave a dying man.

Except that he isn't dying, is he?

No. Apparently not.

Once Bradley gets to theatre,
he'll be a few hours,

if you wanted to go home
and get some things you might need.

Can I stay if I want to?
Of course you can.

(Bradley mumbles)
What's that, sweetheart?

For better or for worse.

I can't remember.

You don't have to remember now.

No, but I need to know the vows
before she gets here.

What comes next?

In sickness and in health.

Yeah, that's it.

Yeah.

Thank you.
ELEVATOR BELL DINGS

Yeah, I remember now.

Ah, Alicia...

PAGER BEEPS
Oh, Frank.

The first brawl patient-
ETA two minutes.

Yep, yep.

(tuts) Dammit.

Page Charlotte.

(whispers) She's doing a great job.

Is that why
you bloody paged me, to gloat?

No.

I'm waiting on the EDIS stats
I requested yesterday

for my meeting with the CEO
in, ah... 20 minutes.

That's the reason
you nearly gave me a bloody infarct?

Well, if you won't answer
your phone...

Now I have to go downstairs
just to get your bloody papers?!

Oh, stop blustering, Frank.

You have to face the facts
sooner or later

that Kathleen can cope quite well
without you.

Stats?

Hmm?

Stats.

MAN: Oh, come on, Nancy.

Hey? (Chuckles)

Easy.

The trouble with you is, mate,
you're a pussy.

Have you got the monitor?
Right here.

Right, this is Darren Kelly.

Hey, girls.

Multiple blunt trauma
from being kicked.

Lacerations, contusions, glass
stab wound abdo left upper quadrant.

Nil LOC, patient smells of ETOH.

Are you in any pain?

How about I punch you,
then you tell me if it's painful?

Shut your mouth.
Who's gonna make me?

Don't push your luck, dickhead.
You can't speak to me like that.

Have a look at yourself.
No, Stuart.

Haven't you had enough?

Darren!
JESS: Oh, my God!

(groans)

CHARLOTTE: Sit back, sit back.

Satisfied?

Let's go. Now!

Take deep breaths for me.

Last obs taken?
STUART: A minute ago.

BP's 140/90, pulse is 110,
sats are 94%.

Developed right chest pain
and a shortness of breath.

He was spoiling for a fight.
You got him started.

Can we leave the inquiry till later,
thanks?

CHARLOTTE: Urgent portable chest
X-ray and ICC set up and on standby.

Okay, everyone. Set.

On three. One, two...

Bloody superior women!

Have you seen
the EDIS stats report?

No.

Well, you could try
and help me find them!

Ah.

No. Bugger it.

What was that rubbish before
about you getting a divorce?

Didn't you lecture me once about us
keeping our private lives private?

Didn't you say I wasn't the only fool
in the world with a problem,

and if I'd open myself up,
I'd be lots happier?

That doesn't sound like me.
Oh, come on, Curtis.

At least tell me you're as miserable
as I am, and then I'll be happy.

Where have you
been hiding her, anyway?

We are separated.

We have been for a long time.

You know what really
gets on my fillings?

It's not the carping or the nagging
or that kind of stuff.

It's that smug look
they get on their faces

when they belittle your ability as
a husband, in front of other people.

Well, fortunately, Frank,
I can keep my ex in line.

Oh.

VINCENT: What's the verdict?

Right large haemothorax.

I've inserted an intercostal tube,
drained 200ml of blood so far.

Okay. He'll need an EUA.
I'll let Theatre know. Excuse me.

Can you get me another
portable chest X-ray, please, Jess?

DAN: Sure.

The injury was already apparent,

but provoking him to exert himself

with a lungful of blood
and his breathing compromised

wouldn't have helped.

He would've collapsed anyway...
Don't get smart!

You're lucky it wasn't worse.

Yeah, I know.

We're out of blueys, Jess.

Leave him.

That's it, mate, if you don't fill
me in on what your problem is,

I'm putting in an incident report.

Do what you want.
I will, thanks.

Hey, watch it.

There we are.

You're back.

Yeah, sorry.
I was making a few calls.

What's happening?
You look really ill suddenly.

I'm alright. Don't worry about me.

How are we?

Tired, my dear. Very bone tired.

That's a shame.

I'd hate you to miss
this fabulous party.

What's he got?

A minor staph infection,
I'm happy to report.

That's it? A staph infection?

Yes.
More age-related than HIV-related.

Your skin's getting more delicate,

so it's just
an infected hair follicle.

In fact, you're in pretty good
shape, all things considered.

Are you sure?

Any questions?

Would you mind leaving us alone
for a few minutes?

I'll be fine, darling.

I'll be in my office
if you need me.

(sighs)

Mrs Marks?

I'm Jessica. Are you okay?

It's alright. I'm just being silly.

Has there been any news?

It's too early to call Surgery.

We probably won't know anything
till he's in recovery.

What is it?

Oh, it's nothing. It's nothing.

Um... this wedding
that Bradley's been talking about,

is it your wedding anniversary
or something?

We were talking about it last night.
We had such a wonderful time.

He was his old self again.
He was charming, funny.

I'm sure it's probably hard
for you to believe.

No, it's not.

He remembered everything, every
little detail of our wedding day.

And we just talked for hours.

And then...

Well... it was a lovely night.

Those times must be precious.

This morning, did he remember
anything about the night before?

He was gone when I woke up.

I wasn't that worried.

These days, I do lock the house and
hide the keys before we go to bed,

but last night I just got swept up.

That's how Bradley escaped.

You make it sound like
he's a lunatic saying it that way.

No, I'm sorry, I didn't...
It doesn't matter now.

Dr Hughes made it quite clear
that this operation, this surgery,

is gonna help him
get back to normal.

Mrs Marks, this is gonna be hard
for you to hear,

but you will cope better

once you accept the reality
of what's happening to your husband.

Guys, you have to fix this situation.

She's got it wrong,
and it's your fault.

You've confused the hell outta her,

and you need to sit her down
and explain it until she gets it.

Who are we talking about?

Alicia Marks.

Well, the good news is
that Bradley's in ICU

and he's doing well
after the operation.

That's wonderful.

The neurosurgeon said the bleed
wasn't as big as he thought

and he expects him to make
a full recovery.

Thank you so much. I can't tell you
how grateful I am.

Now, Alicia, you do understand

that surgery won't actually help
the symptoms of Bradley's dementia -

the memory loss and confusion.

But you said
the way he was acting today

was because of
the bump on his head, so...

Um...

..it's possible
that the head trauma

could have contributed
to the problem,

but I would say in this case

the cause of your husband's
erratic behaviour

is due to the dementia that
Dr Quaid diagnosed here months ago.

Now, I'm very sorry if I didn't
make that clearer to you before.

How do you know?

Maybe he was just walking
through the park and... fell.

He might have been fine otherwise.

Since he was brought in,

one of the ambulance officers
who helped Bradley this morning

has given us a more detailed report.

Alicia, the ambulance
was called twice.

The first time because Bradley
was behaving strangely,

and the second time
was for the injury.

So it's probably the dementia
that caused the injury

rather than the other way round.

This is it, isn't it?

He's not going to get any better.

Alicia...

..when people go through
a major trauma in their lives,

they often try to hang on to who or
what they were before it happened.

But the longer that you do that,

the harder you try and run away
from those changes,

the longer it takes
for you to adjust and move on.

And sooner or later,
you get to a point where...

..you have to ask for help.

Well, you could knock.
A lady likes her privacy.

I just need you to sign
your discharge papers,

and I have a letter
to your specialist

and your prescription list.

Put them on the bed, darling.

I'll give you my autograph
when I finish dressing.

So you're doing
your big number, then?

No, darling. The big number
has been done on me.

I found a note from Adam
in his jacket pocket this morning.

He's planning to leave me
for some twink he met at work.

I'm sorry.

I knew the boil
was nothing to worry about.

It's just that I thought all this

might remind him
of a promise he made to me.

Big mistake.

(cries)

It's just that after 17 years,

I just thought
I deserved a bit of honesty...

..rather than having
to drag it out of him...

..so to speak.

So he's gone?

Oh, darling. Who cares.

It's my party.

And I'm going to slay 'em
in the aisles...

..because I'm still here.

VON: Nelson.

Okay, before I go, is there any...

If you want to know if I'm
seeing Leanne again - no, I'm not.

I want to know, before I go, if there
was anything I could do to help you.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I sent her the divorce papers
to sign,

and she wants me
to go over and pick them up.

I can't do it, Von.
I know what she's like.

Last time I sent them over
she wouldn't sign them,

and she thinks
there's someone else in my life.

You left that life a long time ago.
Time to move on.

(yells) Stu, you get the beer?

Mate, what did you do
with the beer?

Did you get the booze
or did you just get thirsty?

Oh, man,
you're not splitting again?

It's only been
a couple of months.

Can't you just...
Stuart, you made a commitment.

You promised
you weren't going to do this again.

How long are you going
to disappear for this time?

Get out of my way.

What about the rent?

Rent, beer, phone.

Come on, man.

What about Jess?

What the hell are you doing here?

I could ask you the same thing.
Where's Leanne?

She doesn't need you complicating
her life right now, Nelson.

Leanne called me.

What for?
Just get her out here, Jarrod.

She ends up a bloody mess
every time she's around you.

Just leave us alone.

Or what?

I don't wanna be here either,

but she said she's got
some things of mine.

Leanne...

I hope you know what you're doing.

Just don't upset her, Nelson.
I mean it.

I didn't think you were coming.

Neither did I.

I'll be inside if you need me.

I should probably
just give you these.

I'm due in a couple of weeks.

Congratulations.

What's in here?

Some things of yours I kept
that I probably shouldn't have.

The last thing I have to do
is shed my past, so there you go.

The divorce papers
are in there as well.

SONG: ♪ Where am I? Who are you?

♪ Swear I've never been here before

♪ Before I woke,
the last thing I knew

♪ Was the sound of someone
beating at my door

♪ And I know that you're here

♪ 'Cause I can hear you breathing

♪ And all that I know

♪ You

♪ Who am I? Where are you?

♪ I can't see that clearly

♪ For some reason I feel secure

♪ Where do we go? ♪