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Hello, my love, it's
getting cold on this island.

I'm sad, alone

I'm so sad on my own...

The truth is we were
much too young...

Now I'm looking for
you or anyone like you.

We said goodbye with
a smile on our faces.

Now you're alone.

You're so sad on your own.

The truth is we ran out of time.

It says do not resuscitate.

But love, you're
still conscious.

Or anyone like me.

We are now inviting
all business class passengers...

Hey, guys, approved subjects
are, school, hobbies, pets, OK?

Yeah.

Let's just not talk
about anything real.

Nanna!

Mum, hi!

Thanks for looking after her.

We had fun,
didn't we, Mrs. Henley?

- I don't know these people.
- I think they're after my money.

She's kidding.

They certainly look the type.

OK then, well, you be good
now and no more falls.

And bye-bye.

- Bye.
- Bye-bye.

Fourteen hours with that lilt.

Is there no speech
therapy in this country?

Right, let's get
you to the car, hey?

Let's have a look at you.

Pixie cut with that
bone structure.

She's not Audrey Hepburn.

- Nanna, I can do that.
- Nanna, I can do that. I can...

- Hey, Nanna, don't worry.
- Well, I'm keeping this with me.

I thought Titania decided
she wasn't a lesbian.

- Mum.
- Wow.

His name is Oberon.

We're using boy pronouns now.

Just takes practice.

So Edie, how did you
fall out of the window?

The cottage was on
fire, you know that.

- Yeah, but how did the fire start?
- Oberon.

'Cause didn't the insurance
report say something...

Let's talk about nice things.

I thought nanna
tried to kill herself

so she could be with grandpa.

I love grandpa.

I miss him every day.

Sorry, I just have to
check on... Not check...

Shit.

Shouldn't take too long.

Did they give you any blood
thinners for the trip?

Are your legs alright or...

Mum?

I would like to
bathe at some stage,

if that's not an inconvenience.

Yes.

So what flowers are those?

They're pretty.

The brochure says that this
is much more of a country club

than a retirement
village. Doesn't it, mum?

Yes. Yes, it's very well
reviewed. Very hard to get into.

I know the urge to punish
me is irresistible.

- I can't hear you.
- Punishing me.

Surely the southern
hemisphere is bad enough.

I still can't hear you.

You've got three and
a half bathrooms.

It's not a question of space.

No one needs three
and a half bathrooms.

Yes, but with work and
Christopher's situation.

I told you when you
married that man.

Oh my god, mum, can we not?

You gotta go to jail sometimes
if you're gonna do big business.

- Seph.
- It's the Gold Coast.

You know, we should talk
about pets and hobbies.

Hobbies and pets.

Mum, you need more care
than I can give you.

You drag me all this way
and then just dump me.

We're ten minutes down the road.

Open up.

Open the door.

It's not a nursing home.

You'll still have all
your independence.

Oh hello, hi, I'm Kate.
This is my mother Edie.

Art Weinberg.

I'm looking for my wife.

I left her here somewhere.

So there were four
design packages.

And you went with tacky.

You know, but you can swap things
out, add your own personal touches.

Oh yeah, there's book club, aqua
aerobics; No lights, no lycra.

If you're wanting to try
that. What else? Craft.

You like craft.

Why not install a bed?

We're not staying here. This
is an obscene waste of money.

What, and setting the house
on fire, that was thrifty?

I didn't want you to
have to pack it all up.

I wanted it gone.

Considerate, thanks.

You're not even
gonna ask, are you

if I'm planning to do it again?

Because I am.

And one day, you're gonna
come in here and find me dead.

Right, well, in the meantime,
where's your medication?

Let's get you settled in.

The fruit bats, you wanna
take that through the carwash.

The poo will eat
through the duco.

Yeah, right. Thanks.

Did you know in
Ancient Babylonia,

bats were considered
the souls of the dead?

It's a terrific thought.

Hello?

Currumbin Correctional
Centre, do you accept the charges?

- Yes.
How did it go?

How's Nanna? Any bloodshed?

I restocked the top drawer.

You know that Dr Charters can
adjust things? If it's come...

Nothing about this
conversation is OK.

Nothing!

What was that noise?
- Oh, just Oberon having a meltdown.

Are you guys coming to
visit before Christmas?

I'd love to see you.

Oh don't do that. He needs
his whiskers to balance.

I'm making him beautiful.

Put your mum on the phone.

- Mum, dad wants to talk
to you- - I have work.

No, she doesn't
wanna talk to you.

She's being very stubborn.

That's alright, chooky,
I'll see you soon.

How's Mrs. Peterson?

After lunch, hot grandson was
there, though, so that was...

What else? Beth's putting on the
pressure about going home again.

OK. I'll talk to them.

Arghhh!

- Oh, bogans are back. Bed five.
- Big smiles now.

He's climbing the walls.

Kristina, let
the lady do her job.

I take more
than that for a hangover.

Hey, Mr. Bogdanowicz.

You had some morphine
15 minutes ago.

Did that shift the pain at all?

I think a little, maybe.

Is that a lie?

He doesn't want
you to think he's wussy.

OK, I want you to squeeze
my hand hard as you can.

Good.

That's good. Alright, relax.

And relax, that's good.

Sit right down, baby
let your hair hang down.

Walk right in, sit right down,

Baby let your hair hang down.

Bride or groom?

Are you a friend of
Barbara or Robert?

I'm looking for an off-licence.

Join us. We've plenty.

Did you have a fall?

We have to be so
careful, don't we?

Gosh, Barb, watch
that hip!

His wife, gone now how long?

Four months.

Barb started with casseroles,
worked her way in.

It's the ratio.

15 to one, which is why I like
to keep Henry on a short leash.

He doesn't mind.
Wouldn't say if he did.

And what did your husband
do, Edie, before retirement?

George was a man of the cloth.

Church of England.

- The Vicar's wife?
- I'm surrounded by atheists.

And is he back at
the villa tonight?

No.

Cancer of the bladder. We lost
George about six months ago.

His last years were...

Parkinson's. I
nursed him myself.

Wouldn't recommend it.

We were just blathering before.

You're welcome to sit
here with us, any time.

Really? 'Cause I might be
in the market for a husband.

May not be safe to
let them near me.

She's kidding.

Of course she is.

It's a mixed CD.

Old school but it's just some
meditations and affirmation crap.

I thought you could use it.

You shouldn't be worried
about my stress levels.

We were doing up
a playlist anyway.

Yeah, I want the whole
snot-tears funeral.

Every dick ex-boyfriend's gonna
sit there and feel really guilty.

Hey, I'm doing up the guest list.
There'll be no ex-boyfriends.

You'll make
an appearance, yeah?

I mean, I get that you
normally probably wouldn't,

but I kinda want to be
the special patient.

Of course, but really, we're not
at that stage yet. Not even close.

Yeah, we are.

I'm going home tomorrow.

I know that was a goal we set,

but I'm concerned that
with your pneumonia,

we won't be able to
manage your breathing.

Doesn't matter any more.

Josh, can you...

We got some Nembutal.

I can't see that.

I'm sorry, but just we
need your help testing it.

I tried, but I failed
grade nine science.

But even if you just tell
me if I'm doing it right.

Guys, no.

There are huge risks here,

medically, if it
doesn't work properly.

Right, that's why
we need to test it.

Legally, for you Josh,
criminal implications...

I'm gonna swallow it
myself, while I still can.

I'm done.

I know it feels like options
are starting to narrow...

I'm not gonna die in
here on a machine.

- That's not what I'm saying.
Kate

you didn't fail me, OK?

It's just how it is.

So you'll make sure it's good?

- No, I am ethically bound.
- I have to report this.

OK, fine. Could
you just give it back?

We'll find another
way to do this.

Hey, bed five's restless.
- Yep.

Kate. JOSH: Dr. Brennan?

- Oh god.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's OK.

It's OK.

Hey, it's OK.

Let's go to paradise.

Let's go to paradise.

Let's go to paradise.

And they can go to hell.

Ah, I think you're
down on Lorikeet Drive.

You're with Art Weinberg? He's
got his wife buried in the garden.

Surely that's a
public health risk.

Well I doubt that
she's truly buried.

No, for him to be so unwell
and let loose on the streets.

Take it up with the
Wellness Committee.

You know, every few weeks he digs
something up and buries it again.

His wife's been dead nine years.

He can't let her go.

You want some?

No.

So which way is...

Straight down. Pop a left.

Hey.

I need someone to call me if Beth
keeps talking about going home.

She's ideating.

Do you want me to get psych
down for a feelings chat?

- Who's up there?
- Jessica.

No, she hates her.

What about visual obs?

I think let's just give
them some breathing room.

Hey, might I recommend a few hours'
sleep, or at least drive-thru Botox.

You look worse
than the patients.

- Night.
- Mm-hm.

She won't be able to talk.

She'll choke. Do you want my
wife to choke, Dr. Brennan?

OK, Josh, I need
to get to my car.

- Is it in here?
- No.

You know I've seen people.

They often grow at the end.
It can be a special time.

Where is it?

Look, I'm not gonna
report it, but I...

I can't let you take her home.

Not now I know. But I'm gonna make
sure that she's really, really...

Comfortable?

That's nice. You wouldn't
do this to a dog.

- I hate that argument.
- She's not a dog.

And you don't know. Today
she thinks she wants this.

Tomorrow you don't
know what she'll want.

She doesn't wanna die, Kate.

She is dying.

Hi, it's me, Beth.

Congratulations! One of my
favourite people on this fine earth.

And I am narcissistic enough
to think that you might miss

the sound of my voice.

So we're gonna
start with a song.

Oh, get me away from
here, I'm dying.

Play me a song to set me free.

Nobody writes them
like they used to.

So it may as well be me.

Here on my own now after hours.

Here on my own now on a bus.

Think of it this way, you
could either be successful.

Or be us, with our
winning smiles, and us.

With our catchy tunes and us.

Now we're photogenic you know
we don't stand a chance...

Oh, I'll settle down
with some old story.

About a boy who's just like me.

Thought there was love...

Mum!

Hello!

He didn't give you a spare?

Oh, we haven't got one cut yet.

- Typical Johnny.
- He'd forget his head.

- I'm Edie's daughter.
- We just moved in.

It's just
addling, this heat.

- Come on, mum.
- I've got a key.

Not that I'd use it, but Johnny,
who used to live here before,

he was a good friend.

That'd be... Thanks.

Mum?

Edie?

Ah! Fuck!

Charming.

What? Did you have a party?

And when did you start drinking?

Never knew what I was missing.

All those years watching
you obliterate yourself.

- Who knew.

Right. Up. Out of bed.

- Come on, land of the living.
- Now. Let's go.

What is this thing?

I'll make you do a gratitude
list. You'll hate that.

Oh, I'd be grateful for a
daughter who'd end my suffering.

You people do it all the time.

- We don't, actually.
- We fight quite hard.

You're depressed. It's
treatable, not terminal.

- Not terminal?
- That's a matter of opinion.

Cross, cross and again.

Oh good lord.

Ankle, bounce the ankle,
cross, cross, whoo! That's good.

Let's go this way. Little turns.

Hey, I know you miss Dad, and
that's just normal grief shit.

But you know I was thinking, you've
never been alone your whole life.

I'd be embracing that.

For the first time you're
not a wife, you're just you.

And I know that Dad
would want you to.

You knew what he was doing.

Everyone knew. It was the talk.

I found his diaries.

I always hated that
he kept a diary.

Couldn't think of
anything more indulgent.

So many descriptions
of all those women.

Oh, thank God they
were women, I suppose.

Mum, whatever you've read, Dad
really loved you and you...

Please don't unpick all
those years. Just...

All those things
that he did to them.

And guess what? He never
did any of that to me.

He gave it to me.

- The cancer.
- What?

No. No, HPV's linked
to cervical...

So I'm neutered
because of that man.

- He took my breasts.
- The breasts weren't secondary.

That's a whole other
different cancer, mum.

He took everything, and you
think that I want to be dead

- so I can be with him?
- I don't know what you want!

I want to be dead because
I can't stand to be alive

knowing that I wasted all of it.

All of it.

Spin around.

So this is where
I get a bit dirty hippy on you.

I have become the sort of person
who has a morning meditation ritual,

which is fucking
ridiculous, also helpful.

We're going to close our
eyes and then breathe out,

all the while imagining
that we have enough.

Enough money. Enough love.

Enough patience. Enough
time. Let's stay on time.

Mum!

Mum!

Drop it! Drop it now!

Mum?

No! Can't, it's murder!

Can we have a funeral?

Tomorrow.

Shadows settle on the
place that you left.

Our minds are troubled
by the emptiness.

Destroy the middle
it's a waste of time...

Setting fire to our
insides for fun.

Collecting names of the
lovers that went wrong.

The lovers that went wrong.

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