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[dramatic music]

[Sammy]
Things are shit, I admit that.

But things are going
to get better, alright?

I'm gonna get the house back
and we will be happy again.

Fuck yes!

If that baby is mine,
I need to be there.

Jim, she tricked Sammy
into selling everything.

Scott, do you want him to
go to the cops and tell them

you've been sleeping with
his teenage daughter?

We are reinterviewing everyone.

And we're gonna find Terry,

if it's the last
goddamn thing we do.

Terry was a piece of shit.

-I killed him, Mum.
-[rifle fires]

What, where are you taking him?

I don't know!

-Hey, Sammy--
-[Sammy gasps]

What have you done?

Kids, go to your room.

Now!

[door closes]

-Is he--
-Yes, yes, I think so.

Terry? Terry?

Tezza? Terry!

-[snaps fingers]
-[whistles]

-You okay, mate?
-Jim, I really think--

-Have you checked his pulse?
-Look at him!

You should still take his pulse.

-You take his pulse!
-I'm not touching a dead guy!

Jim, I need you to
help me move him.

-How did this happen?
-Your stupid fucking gun!

Bullshit! You can't kill
someone with a slug gun.

Evidently you can!

Well, why did you shoot him?

I didn't shoot him.
It was Lenny!

[Jim sighs]

It was Lenny and it
was an accident, okay?

And you've gotta
help me, please!

Why do you wanna move him?

Okay, look, I'll explain
everything later.

But right now, I need your help.

Sammy, why haven't
you called the police?

Okay, Jim, we've gotta hurry!

Oh, no, no, no.

I am not getting
involved in this.

There's always some
scheme with you,

isn't there,
Samantha Vanessa Cooper?

That's not my middle...

You know what, fine! Fine.

I will deal with this the way
I deal with everything else,

on my own!

-Ugh.
-[Sammy grunting]

Alright, well, you seem to have
this situation under control

so, I'm gonna exit the room now.

[groovy soft rock music]

[rotary phone clicking]

[clears throat] Yes, hello.

Is that Lucienti's
Lasagna Palace?

[Man] Yes, it is.

Yes, I have a reservation
for 7:30 for Mr. Cooper,

and I just wanted to assure
the best table in the room.

[Man] Well, they're
all the same.

What do you mean,
they're all the same?

-Every table is the same.
-What?

Aw...

Alright, well just don't
put us near the shitter.

[theme music]

Hey, Bev. Beverley...

Well, well, well,
Beverley! Fuck!

[coughs]

-Buongiorno!
-Jim.

[Bev sighs]

-Thanks for meeting me.
-That's alright.

You always did love
lasagna. You're just like--

[both] Garfield.

We always could finish
each other's sentences,

especially when
discussing Garfield.

Yeah, so what's up?

I just wanted to
see how you are.

Well, Jim,
you made it very clear

-that we were over.
-Yeah, I know.

Then you disappeared completely.
You didn't return my calls.

You didn't respond to
any of my nude Polaroids.

-I jerked off over 'em.
-[Bev scoffs]

It's all about the sweet
talk when it suits you.

Things got really weird

after you tricked
Sammy into thinking

she got her house
back in London.

Oh, don't be such a baby!

You wanted to have
a house, I got the job done.

This is so you!

I knew this was a mistake.

No, Bev, please, wait!
Bev, wait, please.

When I first saw you, fat with
child, everything changed.

[scoffs] I get it.

Now you think you're a dad,

you can be bothered
talking to me?

No, that's not hit at all.

I just, I miss you so much and
I think about you every day.

Then why'd ya dump me?

-What do you want?
-I want you!

I can't live without you.

But I can't be with you.

Jim, what's going on?

Are you in some kind of trouble?

I...

I gotta go! I'm sorry, I just...

Here, just order
whatever you want.

What the fuck am I gonna
buy with five bucks?

-A slice of lasagna.
-I'm pregnant!

I'm eating for two!

But the second person's
only like, like that big.

Sorry, no, you're right.

Oh, you are fucking kidding me.

I'm sorry, Bev. [sniffs]

I'm sorry.

[relaxed music]

Whoa! You smell fragrant.

Bit of Old Spice
never hurt anybody.

You look very handsome.
Where've you been?

Lucienti's Lasagna Palace.

They do a very good lasagna.

-Did you go with anyone special?
-No. No, I went on my own.

Can't a man wear Old Spice
and eat lasagna on his own?

Jim, who'd you meet?

Needed the coriander--

-Did you meet with Bev?
-No!

Jim, she is a hustler!

If you let anything slip,
she will use it against us.

That baby could
be mine, alright?

That's all I can think about.

-[Jean sighing]
-And I miss her, Mum.

Jim, did she ask you questions?

Tell me you told her nothing.

-Jim!
-[knocking on door]

Shit!

Stay calm.

Hey, Mrs. Cooper,
mind if we come in?

Sure.

Oh, pong!
Who's wearing Old Mice?

Can I get either of you a cuppa?

Have you got any
choccie milk? Or ham?

Why do I feel like eating ham?

No, we're both fine, thank you.

We're just following up
on a few details.

Any news?

Well, Terry's a long-term
missing person at this point,

much like your husband.

He still has missing
person status?

Yeah. We never obtained
a death certificate.

Yeah, that must be hard,
never having closure.

I have closure. We were drunks.

When Frank went swimming that
night, he could barely walk.

You do that sort of thing a lot?

Drunk swimming? Yeah.
[chuckles]

He was a good swimmer?

Yeah, he was an
excellent swimmer.

A skilled and
experienced swimmer.

So, what went wrong?

You ever been caught
in a rip out there?

They call it the
Merewether Express.

Sweep you out to sea
in under a minute.

Yet he'd managed it
many times before.

If you're asking me if I
drowned the love of my life

for no good reason,

the answer's no.

Okay, I think we all
just need to cool down

and eat some ham.

A neighbor said
they heard a gunshot

on the afternoon that
Terry was last seen.

Jim, it says here

that you were shooting
pigeons that afternoon?

Ah, yep. [clears throat]

They shit all over my car, so...

But you shoot
pigeons often, right?

Neighbors says you
help them out as well.

Yeah, got a license
and everything.

I do it pretty cheap, too.

Well, maybe you should
come around to my house

and help me out with
my pigeon problem.

Well, yeah. Hey, I'll
do it for a tenner!

Or 15? [chuckles awkwardly]

-Sorry.
-That didn't make sense.

So, uh, can I see it?

-See what?
-Jim, the gun.

Oh, yeah! [chuckles]

Yep, I'll get it for ya.
I'll just grab it.

Okay. Well, we'll bring it
back once we run some checks.

Thanks for your time.

[tense music]

Stay away from Bev!

[Lenny] Mum!

I'm here, baby!

[panting]
Ah, d-don't panic, okay?

Just stay in your room.
I'm gonna sort this.

[Tess] How long do we
have to stay in here?

I don't know!
And put some music on.

I don't want you
listening to this.

[Tess] What should we put on?

I don't know! Anything!

["Hang On Sloopy"
by The McCoys plays]

[Sammy grunting]

♪ Hang on, Sloopy ♪

It doesn't feel right, Mum.

Get back in your room! [sighs]

Sammy, you know I hate
the pigs, alright?

I have a big problem
with authority figures,

especially male ones with
mustaches,

especially if their mustache
is shaped like Dad's was.

Actually, anybody
who looks like Dad...

But anyway, I just,
I don't understand

why we're not telling the cops.

Because Terry is a cop!

That makes my son a cop killer.

They're just kids.
Just say it was an accident.

The police aren't gonna go,
[imitates blowing whistle]

"Run along, kids, it was
an accident. Off you go!"

-What is that?
-It was a baton.

Can you be serious?

On Dynasty,
Blake Carrington caught his son

in a homosexual tryst,

and then accidentally
killed his son's lover.

Now, he pled guilty.

Okay, Jim, even manslaughter,

Lenny's gonna go
to jail, alright?

Do you know what they will
do to that kid in prison?

I mean, he can barely
survive high school.

Oh, yeah, I will admit
that his thick blonde hair

and peaches-and-cream complexion
could be a problem in jail.

Yeah.

-[Tess] Can we come out now?
-No.

[Lenny]
Are you calling the police?

No!

I want to go to the police

and tell them it
was an accident.

Okay, baby, but you saw

what the law did to
our family, okay?

It left us homeless.
I cannot put you in the hands--

I'd rather just tell them, Mum.

Look, jail will
follow you for life.

I saw what it did to Dan.

It ruined any chance
he could have had.

He's probably gonna
end up with Trish.

Now get back in your room!

Sammy, look, I love
breaking the rules.

Alright, I fuckin' love it.

It's the main reason
why I never learned

how to correctly
use an apostrophe.

But this is crazy.

What are you gonna do with him?

Yeah, yeah, I don't know.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
you don't know.

I told you why you don't know,

because you don't know
how to get rid of a body.

Bev would, but you don't.

As bad as this may
seem right now,

getting caught lying and
hiding it will be way worse.

You reckon they'll believe us?

-Yes.
-[knocking on door]

-What are you doing, Sammy?
-What?

-Look at yourself!
-Oh.

[clears throat]
Um, hello, this is Jim.

Whom is this, please, speaking?

-It's Chris.
-Oh!

Hello, Christos.

-Is Sammy in?
-Yep.

But she's doing a poo.

[Sammy scoffs]

Well, I don't mind waiting.

Probably gonna be in there for a
while.

She hasn't been in days.

-Might be a three-coiler.
-I'll wait in the car.

Just send her out
when she's... finished.

Okay.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

-Sorry!
-Go and get me a coat.

Hey. You, uh, feeling lighter?

-What?
-The, you know--

Oh. Uh, yes, thank you.

Um, I didn't want
to leave things

the way we left it
back at the office,

you know, after that
big, weird speech

where you told everyone
to fuck themselves.

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry about that.

And you called me a fat,
delusional fuck stain.

I didn't mean it in a bad way.

If anything, I've
slimmed down this summer.

Yeah, I couldn't agree with
you more, Chris. Anyhoo.

What I wanted to say was,

in spite of everything,
I liked having you back.

And for what it's worth,

you give a moderately
good hand job.

Although it would have been
better if you looked at it.

Wow. Well, that's...

-Thank you.
-Yeah.

It's been very nice visiting
home

and I wish you all
the best, Chris.

So back to London?

Yep. I've got the tickets.

-What's your strategy?
-I don't need a strategy.

I haven't done anything wrong.

I mean to get your house back.

Oh. Well, my lawyer admitted
that he stole it, so...

-So?
-So if he doesn't give me

my mansion back,
I'll go to the police.

Look, I have to go now, Chris,
okay?

And he's agreed to the deal?

No, but he will, okay?

Now, I've gotta go, alright?

Sammy, he's not going
to agree to that deal.

Yes, he will, okay?
Bev said he's on the ropes.

-Who's Bev?
-Ugh!

She was in the office

when I called you a fat,
delusional fuck stain.

Sammy, I'm a lawyer,
and that's not a strategy.

Hey.

-What kind of lawyer?
-Criminal.

Like, bad crimes?

That was my specialty.

In fact, those were
the cases I preferred.

[engine starts]

Hey, Chris...

-Yes?
-You can come through now.

You'll be on after this segment.

Okay.

-The phone is in the foyer.
-Alright.

Oh! What's the name
of the host again?

-John Grant.
-John Grunt?

-John Grant!
-John Grant.

Now, in the lead up
to the elections,

the topic that has
been dominating conversation

has been poker machines

and the new
late-night gaming lounges.

Here to talk about
that further with us is

our local MP, Chris George.
Chris, welcome.

Always a pleasure
to see you, John.

-My name's Daryl.
-Ah, fuck!

I apologize, Daryl. This is my
third interview today.

Yes, yes, you're
everywhere at the moment.

Oh, I'm passionate
about Newcastle,

and this election is important.

-The polls must be worrying.
-Nah, not at all.

Look, I've secured
steel contracts.

Job growth is at
an eight-year high.

Yeah, but it's
the gaming lounges

that have really hit a nerve.

Oh, that's what I call
the vocal minority.

Look, most people have
the common sense--

Well, it's hardly a minority.

It's a full-scale
electoral backlash.

Addiction support groups are
calling this a social disaster.

[laughs] I mean,
that's ridiculous.

Given that job growth
is at an eight-year--

Let's hear from some
of our listeners.

I've got Natasha on the line.

Natasha, where are
you calling from?

-[Natasha] Kotara.
-Go ahead, Natasha.

[Natasha] You say it's a
matter of common sense,

but these lounges are
designed to take your money.

My son is back living with me

and I have to take possession
of his weekly wages

-so that he doesn't gamble--
-Natasha, look,

the guidelines are clear,
to gamble responsibly.

I'm sorry about your son,
but policy can't be shaped

-around people like him.
-[Natasha] People like him?

I mean, I mean addicts.

[Natasha] Oh, so if you're
an addict, then tough shit?

Whoa, I will remind our callers
to keep the language clean.

We have another
caller on the line.

We have Belinda Carlisle.

-Belinda, you there?
-[chips crunching]

[Fiona] Ah, yeah,
yeah, I'm here.

I'm Belinda Carlisle.

-Where are you calling from?
-The corridor.

[Daryl] Well, go ahead,
and maybe put the chips down.

Um...

I think the gaming lounges
are great.

I play responsibly
from time to time,

and last week I won $280.

See? People like Belinda
Carlisle are the vast majority.

Look, it's patronizing
to suggest that

anyone that uses these lounges

are helpless,
broken-down addicts.

Addiction's left me
with so much anger.

I'm angry at how my alcohol
addiction's kind of wrecked

all my relationships, you know,
my marriage, last boyfriend,

and I doubt I'll ever repair

my relationship
with my daughter.

Can you talk to her about it?

No. She and the kids have
gone back to England.

-Shit! Sorry I'm late.
-[door slams]

The bus service in
this town is so shit!

I mean, good luck
if you actually have

somewhere you need to be.

You're right. My bus didn't
even show up tonight.

-What, the 207?
-Yeah.

That's my route. But I
really need this meeting.

So, uh...

-Do I just join in?
-Yep.

Ah, ah, no.

Everyone can join.

Nah, I can't do this
if Bev's here.

Everyone is welcome
and no names, please.

-Can't we use first names?
-It's anonymous.

But we know each other.
I dated Jean's son, Jim.

-Again, no names.
-You're my second cousin!

Look, this is
Alcoholics Anonymous.

It isn't Alcoholic Nicknames
or Alcoholic Relatives.

And I'm the chairperson.

Yeah, alright, Aaron.
Keep your knickers on.

Continue.

Who, me?

Yeah, see, we don't know
who you're talking to,

which is why people have names.

-Continue.
-Mm-mm. [nervously chuckles]

-Fuck.
-Righto, I'll talk.

I've been really stressed
since I found out about the...

Oh, Jean, are you
gonna be a grandma?

Doubt Bev knows the
answer to that question.

Hey! Anonymous!

I've been doing this on my own,
I don't care who the father is.

Yeah, but you let
Jim think it was his.

God, you're a con artist.

I don't need Jim or anyone else.

Then stay the fuck
away from him.

Jim called me--

If you two don't stop using
names, you're both out.

Yeah, but I'm not the one
disrupting the meeting.

Oh, right. Like you should
be judging anyone, Jean.

Jim told me all about you.

Like being raised by Keith Moon.

You're both expelled
from tonight's meeting.

-What?
-No, I need this meeting.

I was here first.

I don't care.
These meetings are supportive.

Don't come back until you've
settled whatever this is.

Find another support group.

You find another support group.

This is mine,
you find another one.

I can't!

The only other support group is
Sex Addicts,

-and I know everyone there.
-Out!

Yeah, alright,
Aaron Gideon King!

Jesus.

Sammy, why are we taking advice
from Christos Georgiadis?

Because he worked as
a public prosecutor

-for nearly 15 years.
-I'm not getting involved.

I'm not asking you to get
involved, I'm asking for advice.

That involves me,
Sammy! I'm an MP.

-People look up to me.
-I don't think they do.

No one looks up to you, mate.

[sighs] Look, have you any idea

the position you've
put me in here?

This is a dead cop!

Sammy, we don't need him.

Let's just tell the police.

Oh, yeah,
don't let my experience

as a police prosecutor

override Jim's
experience as a what?

-A driving instructor?
-Oh, yeah?

Well, I have other
experience, mate.

Last year, I was employed
guarding wet concrete

outside the downtown
video store.

Hang on, that's the one
that's got all the drawings

-of penises in the concrete.
-And vaginas.

Look, your big problem
with going to the police

and telling the truth
is that this is

a domestic violence situation,

and Lenny has a
very strong motive,

defending the girl he loves.

That is the case I would build,
and judges hate cop killers.

Alright, you're a dad.
What would you do?

Yeah, what would you do?

My son did time for possession.

You should do
everything in your power

to keep your son out of prison.

You've got your plane
tickets out of here.

Okay. So how do we do this?

Oh, no. No more advice.

-That's it?
-That's it. [sighs]

Okay. Look, you need to
get your kids out there.

You need to have witnesses
seeing them do something normal.

-Remember, I was never here.
-[pot rattles]

Fuckin' pot.

[Jim sighs]

[door closes]

Jim, I can't do this on my own.

But I understand if you
don't want to get involved.

-I don't want to get involved.
-Don't be a pussy!

Hey, hey, I'm not the one
flying out of here tomorrow.

I've gotta stay
and deal with this.

And this is not my problem.

They're your kids.

And I am not a pussy.

And even if I am,
I'm from the big cat family,

like a jaguar or an ocelot.

Where are you going?

I am going to get a tarp,
because you are gonna need

something waterproof to
move him, you nup-nup!

Thank you!

Okay, I need you kids outside.

Just go and, I don't know, ride
your bikes.

You've gotta be seen, alright?

Jim and I are gonna
take care of this.

This is wrong.

Yeah, well, you're too young
to make that call.

Well, then I'll just
call the police myself.

You do that and I'll kill you!

Alright, I'm gonna
stop saying that.

Well, we can't just lie and
pretend this never happened.

That's exactly what
we're gonna do.

You put the past
behind you, alright?

[Abby] I'm so sorry.

-This is all my fault.
-No, it's not.

It kind of is.

-Mum!
-No.

None of this would have happened
if I hadn't picked up that gun.

You wouldn't
have picked up the gun

if your Dad had
been nice to you.

Tess is right.

Terry did this to himself.

Don't wreck your life, not for
Dad.

-Okay.
-What?

She just said exactly what I
just said and now you agree?

I mean, wow!

Wish something had come back
about the gun.

How exciting would
that have been?

Don't worry, I've got
a little surprise.

-Hello!
-Hi!

Mr. Fairbanks, Emily.

Just bringing this back.
It all checked out.

Ah, beauty. Ta.

Yep, that's her.

I'd keep it somewhere
safer than there.

Ah.

Could fall into
the wrong hands.

Could also fall on your head.

Hey, officers.
I was just on my way out.

Ah, anywhere special?

Well, if you regard AA
as special, then yes.

Good for you.

Oh, Jim, you just shot the
one pigeon that day, yeah?

Columbo does that!

He's all friendly, and then
he makes like he's leaving.

Then he's like, turn around
and goes, "Oh, one more thing."

And then he nails the
person by asking like,

"Oh, you shot one pigeon
that day?" [laughs]

Yep.

-So did you?
-What?

Just shoot the one pigeon.

Your neighbors said they
only heard one shot.

Oh, shit, was that the surprise?

[Fairbank clears throat]

The amount of times
that we've had to have

-that damn old thing fixed.
-Yeah.

Jams a lot 'cause
it was Frank's.

Always was a piece of garbage.

-Yeah.
-Oh, it didn't seem to jam

when we ran the checks,

but maybe I've just got
the magic touch, eh?

Talk soon. [clicks tongue]

We're keeping an eye
on those two.

-Shall we tell them that?
-No!

-[relaxed music]
-[chattering]

You're smoking?

There's no conclusive
evidence it harms the baby.

I smoked when I was
pregnant with Jim.

-So how long?
-Eight weeks. Spring baby.

Mine were spring babies.

It's weird thinking
of Jim as a baby.

What was he like?

Smiley, and flatulent...
just like now.

He really broke my heart.

[Jean scoffs]

I miss him,

and not just his ability to
sustain an all-night erection--

Oh, we're about to start.

And I don't want a repeat
of last week from you two.

Anonymity is vital
for our members

to work through the shame of
alcoholism.

Okay, Bev? Jean?

Aaron, you just said our names.

-You just said--
-Yeah, but, uh...

both of you and my head are

currently outside the building.

Anonymous once you're in here.

See you in there.

Hey, Jean, listen.

-I really need this meeting.
-[Jean scoffs]

I mean, this baby's
gonna be here real soon.

I don't wanna bring it
into the mess I'm in.

-[birds chirping]
-[cow moos]

Righto, my turn.
I'm broke.

Blew everything on
the fuckin' pokies

trying to win some decent
money for when the baby comes.

Don't really have
any family, so--

You're at the wrong
addiction group.

It sounds like you need to
be at Gambling Anonymous.

Yeah, well, I can't
go back there.

I borrowed money from one
of the guys in the group.

Apparently that's a no-no.

Hey, is that a no-no here?

Because I do a percentage
return on any winnings and--

Absolutely no way.

Nobody lend her money.

I've got no one.

I used to think I was lucky

I had no family to bug
the shit out of me.

So now I'm doing this on me own.

I'll be your friend.

I doubt that will
work for either of us.

Yeah, no, don't.

[gentle music]

Is that dinner?

Well, not that.
It tastes like shit.

Well, Lynn made those.

Yeah, I just tweaked
the recipe a bit.

Anyway, I better get to work.

What, now?

Yeah, I asked for extra shifts.

-Think that's wise?
-Dunno.

Don't have much choice
when you owe nine grand.

What, you blew nine grand
on pokie machines?

No, I blew 15 grand,

then I borrowed nine grand
from a loan shark.

And how are you
gonna pay that back?

Always find a way, Jean.

Okay, ready.

[Terry exhales]

[Jim gasps]

-I think that's normal.
-That is not normal.

No, no, no, dead bodies
make all sorts of sounds.

They also poo and wee
and get erections.

I know because my husband
did all that

when I visited him
in the morgue.

Sammy! Enough of your nonsense!

Now I insist you take his pulse.

-You!
-You!

-You.
-You!

-You!
-You!

-You!
-You!

-You!
-This is your fault!

You're the one who left the
stupid gun on the couch!

They're your kids!

Okay.

[sighs] So where are
we gonna put him?

-Let's take him downstairs.
-Before Mum gets home.

Yeah, exactly.

But where are we gonna
put him after that?

Out there.

Yeah, take him out
on your surfboard.

Like Weekend at Bernie's.

No, I mean after dark
when no one's around.

Oh, I thought you meant
like Weekend at Bernie's.

I know you did.

Like surfing and keg parties
and getting heaps of muff.

-No, I didn't mean that.
-Do you reckon that'll work?

Dad disappeared out there.
It's perfect.

[Jim chuckles]

You're gonna be
in so much trouble with Mum.

She's never gonna find out.

You just paddle him
out there tonight.

This'll all be fine.

[thunder crashes]

-You'll be fine!
-No I won't!

I actually think
it's calming down.

[thunder crashes]

Lightning often sounds
much closer than it actually is.

No! Look at the size
of that swell!

Alright, well,
what do you suggest?

-We wait till it passes!
-What if it doesn't pass?

It's gonna be sunrise soon.
This has gotta be done now.

Sammy, I won't be able
to keep him on the board.

The first big wave, he'll fall
off and wash up on the shore.

[sighs]

Shit, shit!
What are we going to do?

What would Chris say?

He'd say,
"I'm Christos Giorgiadis.

I was a massive loser
in high school

-and my wife's a mental pig.
-[Sammy laughs]

Hey, Sammy, here's some money
for a bribe,

how about you give me
a hand job?"

-Would you focus!
-Okay, okay.

I saw on
World's Worst Killers,

where they dissolved
an entire body in acid.

Yes, that is perfect.

Have you got any acid?

There's lemon juice
in the fridge.

I don't reckon
that's gonna work.

Okay, we put his body
inside the boot of a car,

push it into a swamp
and watch it sink.

Yes, okay. Let's load him
into your car.

No, no, no, I've gotta
work in that car!

We hot-wire a car and drive it
into Lake Macquarie.

I don't know how
to hot-wire a car!

Pigs. We feed his body
to pigs.

They eat anything, except teeth.

I don't know any pigs,
except Chris's wife.

[both chuckle]

Oh, Jim, I think
I know what to do.

Give Chris another hand job?

[groans] This is awful.

-It's fine.
-Ah, no, it's not.

-See that massive bar?
-[Sandy sighs]

That's Labor.

See that tiny little
pissy one? That's me.

-I've gotta turn this around.
-Oh, relax.

Just keep pushing the positives.

We'll do a big feel-good piece,

you know, photos of
you meeting people

who've won at the
gaming lounges,

how winning's
changed their lives.

That's a good idea,
except no one's winning.

-[knocks on door]
-Post.

Great, more letters of outrage.

Oh, someone's on the phone,
wants to speak to you.

-Well, who?
-You.

No, who wants to speak to me?

Oh, right. Sammy's Mum.

Well, tell her to
book an appointment.

You know, I'm busy right now.

-What should I say?
-To book an appointment.

-Can you do it?
-What?

She's a formidable presence.

I'm in the middle of a meeting.

It's only on the phone.
It won't take long--

-No! You do it!
-Alright.

-Sorry.
-I gotta get going.

Well, let me walk you
to your car.

Okay, so how's tomorrow?

-Yeah. Yeah, I'm really sorry.
-Shh.

He can't talk to you right now.

Yeah. No, I agree, his work
attitude is slothful.

Okay, it's safe to talk now.

[laughs in disbelief]
I've never seen you like this.

Who is this woman?

Jean Cooper, the Mum of
someone I used to employ.

Oh, yes, I interviewed her

when Terry Harris
first went missing.

You know, there is
something about that case

-that just does not add up.
-Oh, come on.

He's obviously gone and topped
himself, or done a runner.

Well, he'll never be found

as long as the local Keystone
Cops are looking for him.

I'll line up that puff piece
for tomorrow afternoon.

-You're amazing.
-I really am.

Oh!

Given that we're
sleeping together,

-can you validate my parking?
-No chance.

My beautiful new carpark's
not gonna pay for itself.

[engine starts]

-[engine revs]
-[tires squeal]

[birds chirping]

If someone heard the gunshot--

Mm. Tell 'em you were
shooting pigeons.

Yeah.

What time's your flight?

9:00 p.m.

Are you sure you wanna leave?

I mean, you know, even though
the house is rightfully mine,

you don't have to leave.

-I've gotta go.
-Yeah.

I've gotta get
Lenny out of here.

But staying could also be
good, you know, for the kids.

I can't stay.

Too many ghosts.

Ghosts?

-Events from the past.
-Oh.

But, you know, there's also
plenty of good stuff here.

You know, plentiful beaches,

vibrant night life, and
abundant parking spaces--

Jim, you've wanted me to
leave since I got here.

I'm going. I'm gonna
go back to London.

I'm gonna claim what's mine.

When Bev spoke to Rufus,

he said he's ready to
give me my house back.

[clears throat]
He actually didn't say that.

What did he actually say?

He said, "Who is this?"
Beep, beep, beep, beep...

Bev didn't actually
talk to the lawyer.

He hung up immediately.

And I swear, I didn't
know until afterwards.

That whole conversation with
Rufus, that was pretend?

Yeah. I mean, Bev is
a brilliant actress.

She's easily as good
as Heather Locklear.

Why'd she do this to me?

Because she thought that I
wanted to get rid of you,

which I did, but, not like that.

So Rufus isn't desperate
to do a deal with me?

No.

And I've sold
everything that I own?

-Yes.
-To go back to nothing?

Correct.

[Sammy sobs]

Oh, ow!

Why didn't you tell me earlier?

Because I was busy
helping you get rid of

our neighbor's dead body!

Why are such a fucking
stupid failure?

-[Jim grunting]
-[shouting]

Fuckin' idiot!
[breathing heavily]

I'm fucked, Jim!

-I'm fucked!
-What is going on?

Oh, Mum.

Sammy's, um, menstruating.

I am.

-There, there.
-Real bad.

Sammy?

-I'm menstruating!
-She's menstruating!

Oh, God! Look at you,
you're filthy.

Oh. We've been working
on the car.

-Yeah.
-At 6:00 a.m.?

What is going on?

Oh, for God's sake!

You're my kids, as if
I'm not gonna help.

Sammy, I don't think I
can carry this on my own.

Carry what?

Okay.

[machines chiming]

Mate, I really appreciate
you doing this.

These new lounges
are fantastic, right?

Yeah.

Winning 12 grand at The Empress,
life changing.

Mate, good on ya.

See, when this lounge opens,
I want everyone to feel

that they could win big,
just like you.

-Can I play that machine?
-Not just yet.

We're gonna do the
interview first,

then we're gonna do
photos of you playing.

I've just got a really good
feeling about that machine.

Hey, tell me, what'd you
spend your winnings on?

New Jet Ski.

-Oh, yeah!
-Nice.

And the rest I lost gambling.

Yeah, we'll leave that
out of the interview.

I'm getting paid
for this, right?

Like you can just put the
credit right in that machine?

How're we going,
setting up the photo?

-I'm ready when you are.
-Hey, Chris.

[nervously chuckles]
Mrs. Cooper.

We had an appointment,

but you weren't at your
office when I called in.

Ah, yeah, yeah, how'd
you know I was here?

-Your secretary told me.
-Fiona!

Okay, is it electoral business?

No, it's more like
waste disposal.

Well, can we talk about it
at a better time, please?

No, because if we don't,

we'll be up to our necks
in effluent.

[chuckles] Okay, Mrs. Cooper,
I'll show you how to play.

I thought I was
having the first go.

Shut up.

Now, here we go.

Jim wasn't home
when it happened.

So?

Well, he was at
his girlfriend's,

-ex-girlfriend, Bev's.
-Yeah, Bev.

Yeah, she was at my office

when Sammy called me
a fat, delusional fuck stain.

Yeah, and if she gets
questioned, they will know,

and she will know Jim wasn't
at home shooting pigeons.

-Shit!
-Yeah.

And she's a hustler
and she's pregnant.

She's got a massive
gambling debt,

and if she figures out
what really happened,

she'll blackmail the lot of us.

Just keep Jim away from Bev.

I'm trying,
but it's not that easy.

Plus I've got the
new cop, Fairbank.

He's asking questions.
And Jim, well, Jim's...

Yeah, thick as pig's shit.

He's naive.
He'll blurt something out.

-[machine ringing]
-[coins clattering]

Oh, shit!

Damn it, I knew
that machine was hot!

That's gotta be
thousands of dollars!

Let's take a photo.

You're gonna need a few bags
to take all that cash home.

-You nervous about your flight?
-Not really, no.

Well, you shouldn't be,
'cause, you know,

they say you got more chance
of being killed

on the way to the airport
than in the air.

I'm gonna drain the main vein
before you leave.

[Sammy] Wow, thanks for...

We shouldn't be leaving you.

I'll be fine. I'll have Jim.

Jim, there's a toilet
just there.

-[Jim groaning]
-It's right over there.

-You both look so English.
-[chuckling]

You'll be better off there.

-I don't want to go.
-Me neither.

You'll be right, okay?

You'll get back there
and it'll be like

-none of this ever happened.
-I doubt that.

You think that's
where they put Dad?

Out there?

I don't know.

Mum said we'd never know.

She wouldn't tell you either?

Is that Scott?

Shit.

I know I'm not
meant to come here.

Look, Dad's gonna flip
if he sees you.

The way that you left
my house last night.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah, I'm fine.

Look, it was a false alarm.

Tess was being
such a drama queen.

You can stay at my house.
I'm not afraid of him.

No, no, no, it's okay.
I promise.

Look, Dad, he totally
cooled down when I got back.

But you need to go, okay?

[melancholic music]

Alright, kids, it's time!

Here you go, for the trip.

Just stay strong.

Hey.

So, uh, you just stick
to the story, okay?

-He never came home.
-Yep.

You're gonna be okay.
Right, Jim?

Well, [sighs] a deception
of this magnitude

is bound to unravel.

-One can only hope--
-Jim!

Yeah. Nah, you'll be fine.

Listen, if there's
any trouble at all,

you can call Chris, okay?

-He knows everything.
-I'll be okay.

-[car door closing]
-I'll have Jim.

[screaming] Got my finger
caught in the tape deck! Mum!

[screams]

Your brother and I'll
hold the line here, okay?

You get your boy as far away
from here as you can, okay?

And stay gone.

[melancholic music]

We're gonna be fine.

We'll just draw a line
underneath all of this

and start fresh back in London.

[engine starts]

Maybe in time,
we'll even start to forget.

I need a minute.

I'll write.

-Do.
-Okay.

Good. I was...

[heartfelt music]

Nice hug, Lenny. Real smooth.

Maybe next time just
use that opportunity

to gently slide your hand
down to the small of her back,

and from there, [whistles]
straight down to party town.

I don't think it was that
sort of moment, Uncle Jim.

-Thank you, Tess.
-Agree to disagree.

[engine starts]

[dramatic music]

Hey, Jim?

Can we go via Railway Street?

Why does Mum want
to see Mr. Atkins?

I don't know.

They've just always
had this thing.

You see, there are people
in your life, kids,

you can't be with them,

but you're never really
free of them, either.

You just leave scuff marks
on each other's souls.

Oh, fuck me, that is disgusting.

-Ugh!
-Oh, my God, that is gross!

[sighs] But I'm finding it very
difficult to stop watching.

It's weird, because they're
not ugly people individually,

but that is rank!

It's like two bulldogs
fighting over an oyster.

Okay, hopefully
they're finished.

Oh, no, they're at it again.

-Oi, come on! Sammy!
-[horn honking]

Stop sucking face and get
out here! We gotta go!

[horn honking]

Well, thank you for
that live sex show.

The kids need new eyeballs.

[engine starts]

-[car departing]
-[dramatic music]

Leonard.

Look after yourself, mate.

Tess.

-Samantha.
-James.

[Jim clears throat]

I hate you.

I hate you too, you stupid moll.

-So, okay.
-Okay.

-[car door closes]
-[engine starts]

[jet engine roaring]

-What's this?
-The money you owe.

Where'd you get this?

Hard work, savings,
bit of good fortune.

You know I can't pay you back.

No, you don't have to.

Your debts are paid.

You can go back to
Gambling Anonymous.

Wow, Jean.

So what's the catch?

You stay away from Jim.

Got it?

Yeah, I got it.

You're not just a little bit
curious to know if it's his?

We're done here.

Okay.

Is that a bag of cash?

-Who is that woman?
-Who? The fat chick?

-She's pregnant.
-So?

My sister's friend
was super skinny,

and then this one day
she thought she

needed a massive poo,

-and guess what?
-Baby came out.

No, it was a massive poo.

Was your sister's
friend pregnant?

No.

So your sister's friend
has been telling a story

about this time that she
thought she needed to do a shit,

and she went to the bathroom
and did a shit?

I guess so.

Has the pregnant woman
been interviewed?

She looks familiar.
I can check when we get back.

Why did she just give that
woman a bag stuffed with cash?

What the hell
is Jean Cooper up to?

[dramatic music]

You know, lots of... [clapping]

[Bev gagging]

It was me that was with him

when he passed away with the
mobile phone inserted in his--

Yes, okay. This is
starting to ring a bell.

Bev gets the slightest hint
of what's at stake here,

she will turn this around.

-Doesn't look very natural.
-Shit!

-Are they throwing bacon at us?
-I believe they are.

We are not going back
to Australia!

Fuck!

[theme music]

-[logo hums]
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