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♪ It's no matter where you are ♪

♪ There's someone not near or far ♪

♪ We can wonder what we'll always be ♪

♪ But in my time, I go for what I seek ♪

♪ When we go on, we turn away ♪

♪ I see the stars ♪

♪ And all the way we go, I'll wait ♪

♪ It's only yesterday ♪

Are you going to scare your mum again, Sal?

[Sal] Shh.

- [man] You get her every time! - Shh!

- [woman] Heya, Larry. - G'day, Soph.

- [Sal] Ahh! - Shit.

[Larry laughs]

Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha!

- He gets you every time, Soph. - Yeah, yeah.

Hey, Mum, don't say "shit."

He scared the shit out of you.

Yeah, I get it, Larry.

You seem to enjoy it more than Sal does.

- [Larry] Where's your sense of humor? - He scared that out of me.

- Say your prayers, Mr. Bond. - [screams]

[laughs] You'll never catch me alive, Salvador.

Any last words, Mr. Bond?

Sal…

There's a giant spider on your head.

- [Sal yells] - [laughs]

[Sal exclaims]

Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha.

Until we meet again, Mr. Bond.

Friday night, game night.

Pearl is coming over. Remember?

♪ It's only yesterday ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Only yesterday ♪

- [Pearl] Basketballer, right? - [Sal] Yep.

- Uh… Did he die in a plane crash? - Yep.

Kobe Bryant!

- [all cheering] - Yes!

- Whoo! - All righty, you're up, Sal.

- What have we got for ya? - I can't wait for this.

I know exactly what's…

Thank you.

Is it to do with me?

Yes.

[chuckles]

- Karate. - [Pearl] Yes. [chuckles]

Um, an actor?

Yes.

- Is he dead? - Yeah.

- Hi-yah! - [women laugh]

- Bruce Lee. - [Pearl] Yes!

- Too easy! - [cheering]

- Very good, Sal. - [Sophie chuckles]

- How's the IT course going, Pearl? - Uh, it's going good.

I've got, like, three months left, and then I'm fully qualified.

Wow.

And then I go straight upstairs to Rebel support admin. Can't wait.

But you won't be working in the store with me anymore,

and we won't have fun anymore.

Oh, Sal, I'm just gonna be upstairs.

- Yeah. - You'll be all right.

I think it's great you're doing IT.

- You will always have work. - [Pearl] Yeah.

I, on the other hand, chose fine arts.

Never made a living.

But we made a good life.

- A good life, good art. - [Sophie] Mm-hm.

- That's all that matters. - [Sophie chuckles]

I love it.

- I love it. - Right.

Wine, ladies?

- Yes, please. [clears throat] - Yes, please, Sal.

- So can you make websites? - Hell, yeah.

Do you reckon you could make me one?

Sophie Cole Studios.

- What do you think? - I love it!

Yes! I'd love to help.

- Oh, that's amazing. - [chuckles]

- Be a paid job. - No.

- Uh, yeah. [laughs] - No.

- Yes. - No.

Wait. Okay.

You keep making me Friday night meals, and I will make you the best website.

That sounds like a great deal.

- Deal! - Thank you.

Hi, ladies. Here we go.

- Thank you, darling. - Thank you, Saly.

- All right. - Right.

- To Friday nights, game night! - [both] Friday nights, game night!

- Yoohoo! - [Pearl] Mm.

- Good morning! - Good morning!

- Are we ready? - Yes!

- Let's go! - Okay.

- [Pearl grunts] - [rock music playing over speaker]

- What's the song? - "Bring It On," motherfucker.

♪ Bring it on, bring it ♪

♪ Bring it, bring it on ♪

♪ Keep on moving I can't lose ♪

♪ Bring it, bring it ♪

♪ All the rhythm, all the rhyme ♪

♪ Ain't nothing gonna stop me ♪

♪ Yeah, 'cause this is my time ♪

- [imperceptible] - [music fades]

Cup of tea time.

[Sal] Okay.

[Sophie coughs]

When are you going to see the doctor?

It's a cold. Everyone's got it. It'll go away.

You've been coughing for a very long time.

Flu doesn't stay for a very long time.

I am not spending $70

so some doctor can tell me I've got a cough.

I said I'll pay for it.

Thank you, my love. But you keep your money for you.

I'll be fine.

You take the money and see the doctor, and stop smoking.

All right, Sal.

I will make an appointment Monday.

- Okay? - Good.

You are like a bull terrier.

- Can we just let it go now? - Okay.

[Sophie coughs]

Appreciate you caring…

- for me. - [door opens]

[door closes]

[Sophie] I'm sorry, sweetheart.

I will go to the doctor on Monday.

I'm sorry for being such a stubborn old mama.

[coughs]

["Once They Were Dancers" playing]

♪ Once they were dancers ♪

♪ On the floor, had all the answers ♪

♪ They had no idea Where this was gonna lead them to ♪

♪ He said it's just me and you ♪

♪ He said it's just me and ♪

♪ Once they were dancers ♪

♪ On the floor, had all the answers ♪

♪ They had no idea Where this was gonna lead them to ♪

♪ He said it's just me and you ♪

♪ He said it's just me and you ♪

♪ He said it's just me and you ♪

[song fades]

[Sophie] Good morning, Sal pal.

There's tea in the pot.

I think it's still hot.

Your karate gear is in the laundry.

I got it, I got it.

- [Sal sighs] - [coughs]

Bye, Mum.

[birds chirping]

Hey, Soph.

Got some bad news, I'm afraid.

That's great, Alice. I can hardly wait to hear it.

Amber finally settled with her asshole ex.

They got bugger all for the house once they paid out the mortgage.

Mr. Asshole took 40% of that.

And Amber and the kids have to move in here.

Afraid so.

Sorry, love.

Sal, when's the championships?

May the 17th, I think. We're off to Melbourne this year.

- That's so cool. - Yes, it is.

See you tomorrow, Pearl.

- I hate Sundays. - Get used to it, Pearl.

[birds chirping]

["I See You There" plying]

Strong leg.

- Breathe. - Hah. Hah!

High punch. Keep your back straight.

[Sal] Hah!

♪ What if ♪

[hair dryer whirring]

♪ What if ♪

[coughs]

♪ Don't be afraid to call my name, babe ♪

[coughing, thuds]

♪ To be near you ♪

♪ No wonder why must you be… ♪

Mum?

Mum?

Oh, no! Mum!

Mum!

Mum.

Alice! Alice! Alice!

[Alice] Sal, are you all right?

Mum is unconscious in the bathroom.

What?

[Sal] I love you, Mum.

Hello, Sal.

I'm Dr. O'Hara.

Hello.

Um, your mum's awake, but she's not feeling too well.

We're going to do a few more tests today,

and we're going to have to keep her in overnight for observation.

- Do you understand? - I understand.

Um, do we have someone to look after him?

Oh, yes. A neighbor, Mrs. Alice Simes.

No, I can look after myself.

[Alice] Sal?

Come on through, Alice.

- You had dinner? - No, I'm fine, thanks.

How's your mum?

I don't know. She's sick, but they don't know why she's sick.

Probably know more tomorrow, eh?

Yes.

[sighs] Sal, this is hard for me to say.

Sit down, Sal.

Have you thought about what you'd do

if Sophie was too sick to look after you or…

no longer with us?

Yes.

On my way home.

I'm sorry, Sal.

I'm sorry. I meant…

where would you live?

Here, of course.

Where else?

I can't look after you, Sal.

Mum is sick,

not dead.

Oh, I know, Sal.

That was stupid of me.

You're just scared.

I'm scared.

[Dr. O'Hara] I'm afraid we've got some bad news.

She's got lung cancer, hasn't she?

Yes. Yes, she has.

How on earth did you know that?

I Googled it.

Do you have any brothers or sisters?

No.

Aunties?

- Uncles? - No.

Any family? Nobody?

My friend Dennis is coming.

- Who's Dennis? - My Kabbala teacher.

Oh. Um…

[sighs] Okay, let's go see your mother.

Hi, Sophie. You've got a visitor.

- Hi, Mum. - Thank you for saving me.

That's okay.

[kisses] I love you.

[Dr. O'Hara] Sal really needs to know what's going on. Um…

Would you like me to explain it to him?

Or would you rather tell him?

You tell him.

[Dr. O'Hara] All right.

Sal…

Mum has a very aggressive tumor.

This tumor is very close to the major blood vessels near Mum's heart,

and that means that surgery really isn't an option.

Um, radiation, chemotherapy, that's not going to help either.

Um…

- Do you understand what I'm saying? - Yes.

Sal, uh, your mum is really very, very sick.

My mum's going to die?

Yes.

There's no easy way to say this, but…

she doesn't have much time left.

[softly] Oh.

[sniffles softly]

[sobs]

[continues sobbing]

[yells]

Where's Sal's father?

[Sophie] I don't know.

A root and run.

[sighs]

So what about Sal?

I don't want to go to a group house, Mum.

I'll stay with you.

It's all right.

Our good friend Dennis is coming in.

He'll make sure Sal's all right.

[Dr. O'Hara] Okay.

Well, I'll leave you two alone.

Thanks, Doc.

Please don't leave me.

[thumps]

[splutters] Mum, I will save you from dying.

- How? - They have to cut the cancer off.

Please don't die.

Don't. Don't…

I don't want to go to a group house.

I don't want you to either.

But there is nowhere else.

Dennis can't look after you forever.

Alice has got a family of her own.

- There is nowhere else. - Don't worry, Mum.

I know what to do.

What?

I will look for my father.

Rock star Jimmy Barnes.

He's not your father.

What?

I made that up.

He's not your father.

Who is my father?

Mm… I don't remember.

I don't even remember what he looks like.

He was a one-night stand.

What is a one-night stand?

I was working in a bar.

He was a singer in a band.

We met, had some drinks.

I took him back to my apartment.

In the morning, he left, and I never saw him again.

And that was my dad.

Yeah. I got pregnant.

And here you are.

When did you meet him?

June… July.

I remember it was cold.

1983.

Where was this bar place?

The Victoria Hotel.

Victoria Street, Kings Cross.

[keypad clicking]

Why are you writing that down?

So I remember.

- K-I-N-G-S C-R-O-double S. - Mm-hm.

What was his name?

I told you I don't remember.

Maybe I blocked it out.

I remember the band had the word "rock" in it.

The something rock band.

Maybe your dad's name was Jimmy.

Timmy…

I don't remember.

I love you, Mum.

- See you soon. - Hey, Sal…

Where are you going?

- I'm going to find my dad. - No.

- I'll be back soon. - Sal, Sal, come back.

Don't worry. I will fix it.

No. Sal!

[man] Can I help you?

Hi. Yes, I'm looking for my father.

He has a band called The Something Rock Band.

Could you tell me where he lives?

- So you're looking for your dad? - Yes.

What's his name?

I don't know.

- You don't? - No.

- What was the name of his band? - The Something Rock Band.

- And he's played here? - Yes.

- When? - 1983.

- 1983? - Mm-hm.

That's a very long time ago.

Six years before I was even born.

The guy who owns this place bought it ten years ago and completely renovated it.

I know him, and we're good friends.

But he's 50.

That would make him a teenager in 1983.

Can't really help you.

[sighs] Thank you.

Hi, Soph.

I got here as quick as I could.

How you doing?

- [coughing] - Oh, sorry.

Sorry. Stupid question.

You're not doing too good, are you?

Where's Sal?

[sighs] Has he called you?

No. What's wrong?

He took off to find his dad.

- Jimmy Barnes? - Hm.

We both know I made that up.

Well, if you don't know who he is, how's Sal gonna find him?

I told him he was a singer in a band

at The Victoria Hotel in Kings Cross in '83.

He typed that into his phone and took off.

Why did you tell him that?

I wanted to tell him the truth.

I didn't freaking know he'd take off and go look for him.

Sorry, Soph.

I'll go look for him.

You know where to look?

Hey, I was young once too, you know.

- Love you, Soph. - Love you, Dennis.

[Dennis] Hi, Sal. It's Dennis.

Hey, can you give me a call?

We need to talk, mate.

Gotcha.

Sorry. Sorry.

Didn't mean to frighten you.

- So what are you doing here? - Looking for my father.

- Having any luck? - No.

Your mum's really worried.

She knows I have to find my father.

She wants someone to be with me.

And we will find your father.

It just could take some time.

You're always like a dad to me.

I am.

But I can't take you in.

I don't need you to be a dad.

I can look after myself.

Fair call, fair call.

And I know that, Sal.

But the authorities don't.

- Who? - The people in charge.

They have rules for people with Down syndrome.

And you're not allowed to live on your own straightaway.

Eventually, you can.

Let's get you placed somewhere temporarily and look for your dad sensibly.

So I have to go to a group house.

Yeah. I'm afraid so.

Mum doesn't want that.

["Greetings from Nowhere" playing]

[panting]

♪ This music's grown old ♪

♪ Without place ♪

♪ Without wisdom ♪

♪ Without grace ♪

♪ Lost on the road… ♪

You want to go, love?

Yeah. I want to go home.

♪ Lost in this hold ♪

♪ Love in a guise ♪

♪ Could you be more than a fan? ♪

♪ You hold the keys in your hand ♪

♪ Unlock the gates to Graceland ♪

♪ But until then ♪

♪ But until then ♪

♪ I'm waiting in line ♪

♪ Turning back time ♪

♪ Greetings from nowhere ♪

♪ Greetings from nowhere ♪

[gate creaks]

♪ From nowhere ♪

Bye, Betty.

I'm going for a really long time, but I promise I'll be back again.

I love you, Mum.

[song ends]

[Sophie] ♪ Hush-a-bye and good night ♪

♪ For my Salvador's sleeping ♪

♪ And I love him very much ♪

♪ And he's in the land of dreams ♪

♪ Hush-a-bye and good night ♪

♪ Hush-a-bye and good night ♪

♪ Hush-a-bye and good night ♪

♪ For my Salvador's sleeping ♪

♪ And I love him very much ♪

♪ And he's in the land of dreams ♪

If he's not here…

Just listen, his bed's still warm.

I reckon he's gone back to the city, look for his dad. Sure as eggs.

I'm gonna join the cops at Central Station,

search through the parks, and look at the fast food chains.

I'll head back to Forest Lodge,

and if they find him, I'll have a bed ready.

Thanks, mate, for coming out on short notice.

No worries. It's my job.

[wheels squeaking]

Hey, bro. What's happening?

Not much.

Can you loan me a couple of bucks?

I haven't eaten for three days.

Thanks, mate.

You're a champion.

What are you doing here?

Looking for my father.

Huh?

What's his name?

I don't know.

What do you know?

He was a singer in the band called The Something Rock Band in 1983.

What are you gonna do if you can't find him?

I have to go to a group house.

That's some serious shit.

Yeah. You'll find some musos.

A what?

You know, musicians.

Musos.

Rock band people.

Will you help me find them?

Uh, I'm gonna find a drink.

I will buy you a drink if you help me find the musos.

You got a deal, son.

Right. Well, we gotta find some city papers.

You know, like, City Hub or the Herald.

- Okay. - Right.

[man chuckles]

[woman] Fuck off, Frank.

Oh, that's not very nice.

I'm a paying customer.

Get a bottle of rum, son.

What sort?

- What do you got? - Oh, for fuck's sake, Frank.

You know what we've got.

Bundy, Captain Morgans, and Negrita.

- Now, what do you want? - A beer, please?

- What? - [Frank chuckles]

Bullshit. Bundy, OP Bundy.

No. Beer.

If you help me to find the musos,

I'll get you Bundy.

I'll take Bundy, love.

What sort of beer?

What have you got?

God, give me fucking strength.

[Frank] Sunday night.

There's not a lot on.

Okay, here we go.

There's a live band at the Friend in Hand.

That's not far from here.

It's a short ferry ride to Glebe.

- How do you spell Glebe? - G-L-E-B-E.

It's a good thing they're not playing at Woolloomooloo.

[spits, laughs]

[laughing]

Wait.

You don't get it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it.

- I'm not stupid. - Aren't ya?

[laughing] You fucking could've fooled me.

Uh, excuse me.

Are you a muso?

Yeah, I suppose I am.

Do you know if there's a band called The Something Rock Band?

Can't say I've heard of them.

Where do they play?

At Victoria Hotel in 1983.

That's a bit before my time.

Why do you want to know?

Well, my dad was a singer.

And I need to find my dad.

That's a good enough reason, I suppose.

You know, we're hip hop.

Don't know much about '80s bands.

Are there bands with old people in them?

- There are a few. Mind if I look for you? - Sure.

Oh, wow.

There's a band called Lot of Herbs playing at the Bondi Hotel tomorrow.

My mum's a fan. They've got to be old.

- Could I have a look? - Yeah, sure thing.

Just there.

- You see? - Oh, yeah, yeah.

[clatters]

That's not why you're cooking.

Took your fucking pill?

Aye.

Here he is, my little mate.

Hey, hey. Did you find your dad?

Uh, no, but I got you a Bundy.

Oh, you little rube.

You're a fucking legend, son.

Sit down.

- You can come and have a drink with us. - No, thank you.

Uh, can I get a blanket, please?

I'd like to sit down.

[Frank mumbles] All right.

Are you sure you don't want to have a drink?

I just want to sit, mate.

[slurring] Yeah, you can sit right there.

[Sal sniffs, groans]

[sighs]

[sobbing loudly]

[Frank mumbling] Yeah, right.

Right, I'll lock the back door, Dad.

I'm sorry, Dad. [mumbles]

[bottle shatters]

[drunken slurring] All right.

I'll get some more piss.

I'll get some more.

I'll get some more.

Hey, kid…

Can you get some more piss?

My dad wants some more booze.

Bye, Frank.

Give me your money, you fuckin' spastic.

["No Wonder" playing]

♪ Through the pain I smile ♪

♪ Like you're not scared ♪

♪ I know you sailed through the storms ♪

♪ Your voice belies your eyes ♪

♪ It's no wonder I ♪

♪ Need you ♪

[song ends]

[line ringing]

[Sal over phone] Hi, Pearl.

Couldn't come to work because… [fake cough, sneeze]

…I'm sick.

Sal, I know that you're not sick.

I saw your mum on the TV,

and the police have been at Rebel Sport.

They're looking for you. They're asking me questions.

- Oh. - Where are you?

I can't tell you that.

Sal, everyone's worried sick about you. You've got to come home.

I can't.

I've got to find my dad or they'll put me in a group house.

I promise that you're not gonna be alone. Sal, I promise.

We'll all help you find your dad.

Your friends will help you.

- I have to go now, Pearl. - Sal!

Sal! Argh!

["Through the Ages" playing]

♪ Across those waters ♪

♪ Looking for those answers ♪

♪ We want to find ♪

♪ About ourselves ♪

♪ It comes all clearer ♪

♪ When we reach our destination ♪

♪ Mmm, no ♪

♪ Don't you worry ♪

♪ Because it's time we see the truth ♪

♪ Before the ages ♪

[song ends]

["Where do you go" playing]

[man] ♪ Why do we fall For the lies and deception? ♪

♪ And how do I find you now you're gone? ♪

♪ Hey! ♪

♪ Where do you go ♪

♪ When you needed some shelter? ♪

♪ Where do you go when all is gone? ♪

♪ Why do you fall For the lies and deception? ♪

♪ And how do I find you now you're gone? ♪

[cheers and applause]

Yeah! Yeah!

We're Whole Lot of Herbs. My name's Herbie Richards.

Welcome to Sunday, and we got the antidote to Sundayitis.

Right. You know what it is?

It's called rock and roll, baby. Let me hear you!

- [crowd cheering] - So, get on the dance floor,

assume the position, and take your medicine!

["Livin' for the Love" playing]

♪ Getting laid and drinking ♪

♪ That doesn't make it right ♪

♪ Half a mile from nowhere in my mind ♪

♪ In every way, we end up lovin' ♪

♪ Every day ♪

♪ And we are livin' for the love ♪

♪ Yes, we are livin' for the love ♪

♪ Yeah, yes, we are livin' ♪

♪ For the love ♪

♪ Livin' for the love ♪

- [song ends] - [applause]

Yeah!

Yeah. That's us for tonight. We'll see you next Sunday.

It's been absolutely fabulous having us here.

You were great, but we were better.

Hey, fuck you very much and good night.

Hello.

- How you going, dude? - Uh, very good, thanks.

- You like the band? - Yeah, very noisy.

[chuckles] We are a bit loud.

What brings you here, kid?

I'm looking for my father.

- What's his name? - I don't know.

He was a singer in a band

called The Something Rock Band in 1983.

How come you don't know your father's name?

My mum only met him once, and she can't remember.

I see.

- Why doesn't she help you find him? - She's in the hospital.

She's dying of lung cancer.

And that's why you need to find your father.

Yes.

Do you mind taking your sunglasses off?

I see. You're in a bit of trouble then.

Yes.

- Where are you staying? - Nowhere.

- On the street? - Yes.

Well, you'd better come back and sleep at my place then.

Will you take me to the police or something?

No.

- Promise? - Promise.

Cross your heart and hope to die?

- And hope to die. - Thank you.

Stay here. I'll get my key.

I know who you are. I saw you on the news.

A lot of people are worried about you, especially your mum.

- Why don't you send her a text? - What would I say?

Well, tell her,

"Hi, Mum. I'm okay.

Someone nice is looking after me, and we're trying to find my dad."

Will you help me find my father?

I don't know.

Here we go.

Welcome.

This place is really a good place.

I've been here 11 years.

Rent's reasonable, and the landlord's a good bloke.

Our landowner, Alice, is really good too.

Huh. Cup of tea?

Yeah, we used to play The Vic back in the '80s.

That place really pumped.

So many people, they'd spill out onto the street.

- What's the name of your dad's band again? - The Something Rock Band.

Yeah, your mum probably means the something or other rock band.

Hot rock band, rock till you drop band. Know what I mean?

Yeah, I think so.

1983.

1983.

Oh, there's this old booking agent. Still operates.

Books out-of-town gigs for worn-out old acts.

You know, fat Elvis impersonators.

Back in the day, he was one of the top booking agents.

Yeah. Booked inner city gigs.

Big, fat, ugly old bastard.

Daisy Bates.

I'll call him in the morning.

- Huh? - Okay. Thanks, Herbie.

Can you text your mum and tell her you're okay?

- She's got enough to worry about. - I will.

Promise?

Promise.

You look tired, mate. You want to crash?

I would actually sleep, if that's all right.

That's the bathroom.

That's my daughter's bedroom when she bothers.

And this, my friend, is the guest room.

It's a bit rough, but it's comfortable.

Eh? Why don't you send your mum that text?

Tell her you're safe. All right? I'll get you a towel.

[keypad clacking]

[Sophie coughing]

- Let's sit her up. - It's okay, Soph, let's sit you up.

I'll give you some oxygen, okay?

[Sophie continues coughing]

Try and breathe nice and deep, Soph.

- Deep breaths. - [Sophie coughing]

[Herbie] That's Daisy's over there. Number 12.

Number 12.

When you're finished, wait on that brick fence for me.

I got to nick around the corner and look after my grandson for half an hour.

- Promise you'll wait? - I promise.

[slow rock music playing over speakers]

Hey, baby, what can I do for you?

My name is Sal, and I'm looking for my father.

Oh, Sal. You're Herbie's fellow mate, eh?

Come on in, babe.

Go right through.

Anyway, what about your dad?

What year are we talking about?

- 1983. - '83? Oh, give me a break.

I doubt I go back that far, mate. Let me have a look.

[grunts]

Uh, '70… '78, '79…

Uh, no '80. '80's gone.

'81, '80… Gee, eureka! I got it!

- Eighty-bloody-three. - Yay.

[laughs] What part of the year are we talking about, mate? What month?

- Uh, June, July 1983. - June, July, right.

[grunts] Let's have a look. [sighs]

June, July, eh? February, March, April, May…

What's the name of the band then?

The Something Rock Band.

Never had a band by that name.

Herbie said maybe the band's got "rock" in it.

Uh…

First week, we had The Gurus.

Second week, nothing doing. Uh…

Third week… [chuckles]

…Red Hot Mamas.

Bloody bunch of lunatics they were.

Fourth week,

nada, zero.

Zilch. Well, we had plenty of bookings, but nothing with "rock" in it.

No, I think you're bloody well wasting your ti--

Hang about.

Tommy Rock and The Jocks.

That's Tommy O'Dwyer.

Is that my dad?

Heaven help me if he's your bloody dad, baby.

- Do you know him? - Do I know him? [scoffs]

I don't want to know him. Bloody prick he is.

He does, um, sing along at the local old folks homes, you know?

- You know where he lives? - I've got his bloody address,

but I don't think he's gonna be worth your while, mate.

Uh, yeah, this is it.

You want to take the details down?

Yeah, I could take a photo of it.

Oh, you're gonna take a photo, okay. That area there.

[phone camera clicks]

[vehicle approaching]

[car door closes]

Hey, Sal. How'd you go?

I think we might have found who my father is.

Fantastic. So Daisy looked after you, yeah?

Yeah, sort of.

He helped me to get my father's address and phone.

Great. So who's your dad?

Tommy O'Dwyer.

- Tommy O'Dwyer? - Yes.

Oh.

- Tommy Rock and The Jocks? - Yes. Do you know him?

I haven't seen him for 20 years.

Bit of a wild bugger.

So Daisy was booking him some work?

Yes.

Um, he's singing to old people at their homes.

Old people at their… Oh, old people's homes.

Yeah, that's what I said, Herbie, three times a week.

Yeah. So you want to call him?

No, but I want to go to see him.

Right. What's the address?

"Unit 2, 187 Davis Street, Dunston."

Dunston. That's on the market road.

Yeah. Yeah. It's near here.

I was supposed to be in Surry Hills half an hour ago.

- Can you find the place? - Yeah.

I travel on trams all the time, and I have my iPhone map.

Great. Here's my details.

Call me when you get there. I need to know you're safe.

I'll be fine, Herbie. I can look after myself.

Yes, I know, mate. Just bloody call me, all right?

Listen, I'll give you a lift to the tram station.

Thanks, Herbie.

"Hello, my name is Salvador Kochinski.

But my other name is Sal Cole because it's easy to say.

You had a one-night standing with my mother,

and you're my father."

Oh. What… What am I saying?

What am I saying?

"Hello, my name is Salvador Koch Nitschke,

but my other name is Soco because it's easy to say."

Hello.

My name is Salvador Koch Nitschke,

but my other name is Soco

because it's easy to say.

You had a one-night standing with my mother.

And you are my father.

What?

- Hello. My name is-- - Yeah, I heard that bit.

What's this crap about me being your father?

You had a one-night standing with my mother in 1983.

You were at The Victoria Hotel.

Bullshit, mate. I don't have any kids.

Fuck off. Just fuck off.

[door slams]

[grunts in frustration]

[sighs]

[Sophie] It's been four days.

I mean, where could he be?

Maybe he's left Sydney.

There's an army out there looking for him.

Well, it's not enough.

This is killing me, Dennis.

Not the cancer. This.

Yes, I did. I'm here.

No, no, no. He's in the bathroom.

Yes, he was. He was very shocked.

Yeah, I think I'm allowed to stay for the night.

Yes. Um…

You know, he's, uh…

He's very nice.

[splutters] He's coming out from the bathroom.

Yeah, I have to go now.

Yes, I will. Promise.

Bye, Herbie.

["Familiar" playing]

[sighs]

[groans]

♪ We see what we believe And what we know ♪

♪ We must concede for the first time ♪

♪ In our lives ♪

♪ Don't mean to push you away ♪

♪ But when you pull me back I must say who's there? ♪

♪ Is it you there? ♪

Dog's piss.

♪ Who is that knocking at my front door? ♪

♪ For the first time in my life ♪

♪ I see familiar in your face ♪

♪ Many years have passed since then ♪

♪ Pages filled by ache and pain Of a moment ♪

Shit.

♪ Not forgotten ♪

I thought I told you to fuck off.

Now, just fuck off!

Now, what part of "fuck off" don't you understand?

I won't fuck off!

[mockingly] "I won't fuck off."

Well, fuck you.

[door slams]

[thuds]

Fuck!

Fuck!

[scoffs]

Mm. [taps foot rhythmically]

Mm. [taps foot rhythmically]

♪ Well, I'll be gone ♪

♪ Down… ♪

♪ And I'll be drinking ♪

♪ A triple whiskey ale ♪

[continues singing indistinctly]

♪ Yeah ♪

[grunts]

[taps rhythmically]

[Tommy continues singing loudly]

Oh, shit. What…

Fucking what?

[exhales heavily]

Mate, I've had a gutsful.

Listen here, dickhead.

I've told you about that bloody music up there

blaring away and that, you singing along and all that.

Mate, all the bloody other residents leaving here because of you.

- I've warned you so many times. - Sorry, mate.

I'm going to the rental board tomorrow and get your arse thrown out of here.

Listen, don't kick me out, mate. Please.

- Sorry-- - Listen.

I hear one more peep out of you,

I'm gonna come down,

I'm gonna turn you inside out and use you like a wet suit, all right?

- You got me? - Yeah. Don't kick me out.

- You got it? - Yeah, yeah.

- Good. - Okay. Sorry, Dave.

Mate, what are you doing out here?

Tommy is my father.

Tommy's your father?

What's he got you sitting out here for, mate?

- He didn't let you in? - No.

Why not?

- I don't know. - He's a wasted space, mate.

He's useless. Why don't you go home, mate?

Come on, get home.

Okay, mate. It's your choice

- [door opens] - [groans]

I thought I told you to piss off.

I have nowhere to go.

Not my problem.

Hey, could you lend me some money for some petrol?

Yes, but if I only can come with you.

Yeah. All right. You can come with me.

Oh, shit, I'm late.

Um, could you lend me a couple of bucks for some beer, mate?

If you're late, shouldn't you hurry up?

I need you to shut up and get in the car, will you?

All right.

- Well, you see that building there? - Yeah.

- Well, that's a bottler, right? - Yeah.

Now, I want you to go in there and ask for two cartons of KG beer.

You got that?

Yep. Two cartons of KG.

Yeah. Right. Now, could you lend me 50 bucks for some gas?

That's all I got.

Twenty?

All right.

[car door closes]

Twenty.

It's a one beer trip.

- Where are we going? - A retirement village.

I do a singalong with this bitch of a piano player.

I'm 20 minutes late, but it's all right.

She'll fill for me. Uh…

She's a great piano player, but she's a shit singer.

♪ Roll out the barrel ♪

♪ Let's have a barrel of fun ♪

Sorry. Sorry. [chuckles nervously]

Um, uh, sorry, folks.

Yeah, I got a bit held up.

Um, I had to pick up my friend here.

Yeah.

My name is Sal, and Tommy is my dad.

[Tommy] Right.

[chuckles nervously] Okay, let's get the show on the road.

Any requests? Yeah?

"In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida."

Ahh, Iron Butterfly, right? That's a bit hard.

- Anything else? - How about something from The Stones?

Okay. Right. Well, any more for any more?

How about "Has Anybody Seen My Girl"?

Hey. Now you're talkin'.

[piano playing]

♪ Five foot two, eyes of blue Oh, what five foot two could do ♪

♪ Has anybody seen my girl? ♪

♪ Turned up nose, turned down hose ♪

♪ Flapper? Yes sir, one of those ♪

♪ Has anybody seen my girl? ♪

♪ If you should run into a five foot two Covered in fur ♪

♪ Diamond rings and all those things ♪

♪ You bet your life that it isn't her ♪

♪ Could she coo, or could she coo? ♪

♪ Could she, could she, could she coo? ♪

♪ Has anybody seen my… ♪

♪ Anybody seen my… ♪

♪ Anybody seen my girl? ♪

- [applause] - [piano stops]

- Bravo! - [Tommy] Yeah!

- Yeah. - [Sal] Bravo.

That's all you get. Go home. Yeah.

["Friday Nights" playing]

You can't stay with me, Sal, you'll be bored shitless.

I'm going to live with you because you're my dad.

- But you live with your mother. - She's in the hospital.

She's going to die.

She's not dead yet.

You should be with her in the hospital.

[male singer] ♪ Oh, mmm ♪

♪ Strange existence, Friday night… ♪

I don't remember a one-night stand in 1983.

Your father could be anybody.

And your mother could be a slut for all I know.

No. She said it was you.

And the diary said it was you,

Tommy Rock and The Jocks, Victoria Hotel,

in 1983.

Mate, she could have had it off with anybody in that time, all right?

It was you.

[laughs]

I don't even look like you.

[Sal] That's because you're not Down syndrome.

Down syndrome people all look alike.

Come on, Tommy.

You didn't get enough roots in 1983 to forget one.

Jesus!

[chuckles] Herbie Richard. Christ, mate.

- You haven't changed a bit. - Yeah. Neither have you.

Except you're grayer, uglier, shitfaced, and unrecognizable.

Ah, flattery will get you everywhere.

- Would you like a beer? - No, mate.

- You all right, Sal? - Yeah, I'm all right.

- Thank you for coming back, Herbie. - Yeah, no problem.

You seem to have a problem realizing you have a son, Tommy.

[Tommy] Oh.

Who says he's my son?

[Herbie] Tommy Rock. That's you, isn't it?

Well, maybe, yeah, I don't know.

Fuck, uh…

- Look, mate… - You gotta face up and man up.

Sal is your son.

He's got Down syndrome for fuck's sake!

That's not his fault.

He's your son.

Fuck off. Go on.

- Get the fuck off me! - Hey, wait, wait.

In 1983, I had an affair, all right?

- Did you? - Listen! She got pregnant.

We got married and we had a daughter.

Two years later, we had another daughter.

Now, I had to stay in that marriage for ten years

because I wanted to be with my children.

And yes, I'd do it all again. I really would. Right?

Because I need my two girls, and now my grandson, in my life.

You spread your seed all over the place in 1983.

And Sal is the result.

Now he needs you.

There is no one else.

So stand up and accept some responsibility.

Hey, mate. Look, mate, this is…

a huge shock to me, mate, this is.

I, uh…

I mean, I lived to become a fucking rock star,

but that never happened.

My life is a fucking failure.

Tommy, you can drink yourself to death,

or you can join your son in the amazing life he's created for himself

and become a great father.

Yeah, well, if I don't…

[table thuds]

I will end up in a group house,

and I'll be very sad for the rest of my life.

Get off the grog and take responsibility for your son.

[Tommy sighs]

Fucking hell.

This is like a really weird dream.

Um…

You know what?

[sighs]

I do remember your mother.

Her name's Sophie, right?

Yeah. I, um, got another gig at The Vic in August,

and she wasn't working there anymore, and…

I went around to her flat later, and she had moved on and…

You know why I remember that night?

Because it was one of the best nights I've ever had.

And…

[chuckles] …for the life of me, I never once,

you know, thought that I…

[Tommy sighs] Uh…

Uh… Okay, uh…

Hey…

Uh…

[splutters] I don't know what… I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

Look, I just want to be alone

- and drink myself… - To death?

I'm hooked on the booze. All right?

I can't… I can't do any of this, all right?

It's too… It's too fucking hard!

Hey, what are you doing, mate?

- What are you doing? - Hang on. He's just trying to help.

He's just trying to help.

Get the fuck out of here!

Get the fuck out!

- I said… Just fuck off! - Let's go, Sal.

Fuck off, both of you!

Fuck! Jesus, you fucked it up, you fucking idiot!

Fuck, fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

[groans]

Yeah.

Eureka!

[Herbie] Saly, you just got to listen to me, right?

I've seen all this before.

I've been in rock and roll a long time.

He's not interested in life anymore.

- He won't be happy till he kills himself. - Herbie!

I just found my father.

I have to look after him.

I will not let him die.

I can't let you go back. It's too dangerous.

You can't stop me, Herbie.

I'm not frightened.

I can look after myself.

Dad can't hurt me.

He's too busy hurting himself.

- I say so. - Come on, mate. Let me…

At least let me go with ya.

Come on!

Hi.

I'm looking for Tommy.

Sorry. You've just missed him.

He's on his way to the bottle shop,

which is down the road, in the Tramsheds, mate.

Thank you.

[solemn music playing]

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Just fuck off for fuck's sake.

[groans in pain] God…

Okay.

Wow, you know, you…

You sprained my wrist. [groans]

- So tell me… - Just shut the fuck up.

Would you just shut up?

If you're gonna sit there, shut up.

[exhales sharply]

[thunder rumbling]

No, I don't think he's been back again.

Still no sign of him, huh?

Nothing. Complete blank.

Half of Sydney's out there looking.

Not a thing.

It's ridiculous.

[Dennis sighs]

I don't know what else to do.

It's all right, love.

He'll be fine.

- He's a tough little bugger. - Yeah.

Just keep looking for him. That's all we can do.

Yeah.

[Tommy] So, uh…

Has your mum got a boyfriend or something?

No. She had a boyfriend called Michael once.

I liked him.

Was the boyfriend like a dad to you?

Not really.

Hm. That's very sad.

Yes.

Did you have a dad?

Yeah. Yeah, a drunken arsehole.

Like father, like son, eh? [chuckles]

He worked at the Port Kembla steelworks.

Worked all day, drank all night,

and beat the shit out of us. [chuckles]

Is he still alive?

No. He drove off a bridge in Dark Creek.

Drunk as a skunk.

I was 13.

Happiest day of my life.

Why?

Mm. Well, it was just me and my mum.

And we moved into Grandma's in Sydney.

And high school bands lead to other bands,

lead to sex and drugs and rock and roll.

Ooh, yeah!

And then I started drinking. "But not like my dad."

Bullshit. [scoffs]

Mm.

And here I am.

You know what?

Meeting you today, Sal, showed me

that my life is not worth living.

And now, with a bit of luck, I'm gonna drink myself to death tonight.

And if I don't?

Well, there's always tomorrow.

I want to be with you.

I will help you to stop drinking.

But I don't want to stop drinking.

You have to get that through your thick skull, mate.

You know, I'm not good.

I never will be.

I'm fucked up.

And it seems that your mother's fucked up too.

And anything would be better

than living with a piece of shit like me.

I'm not going.

I'm gonna stay with you.

- Why? - Because you are my dad.

And I love you.

How could you love me, huh?

Because you're a good man who is sick with drinking alcohol.

How the fuck can you call me a good man?

I know that you're a good man.

I know you love me, and I know I love you.

That's why you want to die now.

[Tommy sobs]

[Sal] Sal is here. Sal is here.

[Tommy] God, I'm so… [cries]

["Strange Side" playing]

[Tommy] Oh, God.

[Sal] It's all right.

[Tommy continues crying]

Ow!

- Ah, jeez. - Are you all right?

[splutters] Ugh, my head's on fire,

and my heart's doing about a thousand miles an hour.

- I'll get you to a hospital. - No.

- I'll just have a drink. - No.

- Come on, mate. - No.

- Shut up! - Come on.

Shut bloody up!

[Tommy shudders]

Hello?

Yes. Hello.

Please come to… Where are we?

- What? - Where are we?

We're at, um, Jubilee Oval, Dunston.

Uh, Jubilee Oval, Dunston.

♪ And I searched for someone like me ♪

♪ All I found is hate and fear ♪

♪ The mind was craving for security ♪

♪ So let the ones with ease… ♪

Oh…

Mum.

Sal… [panting]

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. - [coughing]

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Breathe.

- Breathe. Breathe. - [pants]

Oh, Sal.

[laughs]

[breathes deeply] Where have you been, my darling?

I found my dad.

What?

- You didn't? - Mm.

How did you do that?

Herbie helped me.

What's a Herbie?

He was in a band.

He knew someone who knew my dad.

How in God's name did you do that, Salvador?

It was very hard.

I'm sure it was.

His name is Tommy O'Dwyer.

Tommy.

Tommy… Rock.

[chuckles softly]

I remember now.

He said he remembers you.

He said you were nice.

He tried to find you,

but you were gone.

Really?

[sighs]

I can't believe you've done this, Sal.

He's here in the hospital.

Why?

He was drinking too much, and then he got sick.

He's a drunk?

Yes.

[sighs wearily]

A chain smoking mother and a drunken father.

I'm so sorry, Sal. It's not gonna work.

You can't trust a drinker. They're not reliable.

[sighs] I thought you said you didn't want me to go to a group house.

- I don't. - Well, I want to live with my dad.

Well, how's that gonna work, Sal?

[Sal sighs]

He's not going to die, so I will fix him.

You have to wait until I talk to him,

see if we can work something out.

I'm 35-years-old.

I should be able to…

I should be able to live wherever I want.

Sal, I'm so glad you're all right.

[cries]

I'm so glad you found your dad.

You go to sleep, Mum.

Don't you ever run away again.

I won't.

- Promise? - Promise. Cross my heart.

[sobs] I love you so much.

I'm so proud.

[kisses] I love you.

- Sal! [exclaims] - Pearl!

Oh, my God, I've been so worried about you.

- How did you know I was here? - Dennis rang.

He said that you found your father, who drank himself half to death.

Then you took him to hospital.

My father isn't going to die.

I will get him off the alcohol.

Yes. And you won't be alone.

Because if he doesn't get off the grog and start being a dad to you,

- then I'm gonna kill the bastard. - He not a bastard, Pearl.

Well, he's doing a very good impersonation of one.

Now, I'm gonna go see your mum.

Oh, so good to see you, Pearl.

[Sal] Hi.

- Hi. - How are you feeling?

Mm. Pretty good, actually. A bit dopey.

Mum wants to see you.

I can't. They told me I have to stay in here for another day.

You have to see her because she's dying.

Hi, I'm Tommy.

[Sophie chuckles softly]

You're a sight for sore eyes.

It was Sal's idea.

Sorry, I'm running a bit rough at the moment.

At least you can make a choice to get better.

Hi, Tommy. I'm Dennis.

A friend of Sophie and Sal's.

Apparently, you're Sal's father.

[Tommy] Apparently.

Apparently we had it off in 1983.

We did.

Apparently you enjoyed yourself.

Yeah, I did.

[Sophie] Mm.

When I drop dead, Sal wanted to move in with you.

But he found you and then… you kicked him out.

Yeah, I know.

Madness.

A group house…

or a drunk's house.

Well, part of me wants it to work,

but maybe I'm just too fucked up.

Join the club.

Can you stop drinking?

- Probably not. - Yes, you can.

[Dennis] Hey, Tommy, do you mind if we have a word out in the corridor?

I can't be his dad,

but you can.

All you gotta do is stop drinking.

You're not Robinson Crusoe when it comes to drinking.

I had my fair share of booze in my time.

By the time I was 25, I lost my job, my license and my fiancé.

Ended up in Alcoholics Anonymous.

I got sober in 1978.

Found God, became a pastor, formed Westwood Mission.

I'm a bit of a cliche, but, hey, it's worked for me.

So, uh…

You're trying to tell me that I should go to AA?

I'm not telling you you should do anything.

You're the only person who can tell yourself what you should do.

Look, you're Sal's father. You're a drunk.

What do you think you should do?

Do you want to stop?

I mean, I just don't know if I can do it.

He really needs you.

So…

What day are these AA meetings on?

[indistinct chatter]

- Cup of tea? - Yeah. Yeah. Why not?

- Oh, g'day, Tommy? - G'day, Dave.

Hey. Good to see you, mate. I was hopeful you'd get here one day.

Yeah?

Good coming, mate. Proud of you.

- Gets easier a day at a time. - Really?

My name is Jimmy, and I'm an alcoholic.

[all] Hello, Jimmy.

This is my weekly routine.

I look forward to this every week.

Um, you've kept me alive every week.

My lifeline, really.

AA has saved my life,

my marriage, it's given me a life with my grandkids.

Sixteen days, four hours ago, we stopped and here I am.

So thank you, everybody.

- Thank you for your support. - [all clapping]

I tipped a whole bottle of vodka down the sink.

Uh, that was three years ago.

I woke up in the holding cell,

scraped knuckles, black eye, no woman, no job.

DUI, affray, assaulting a police officer.

Ruined my life.

When I see all this stuff on the board here

and the word "God" there,

I went, "Oh, my God, this is a religious organization.

I don't want nothing to do with it."

But I tell you what, there's something here for everybody.

Alcoholics Anonymous is the greatest show on earth.

Thanks for letting me share tonight. Thank you.

Hey, Tommy. How about you sharing tonight, mate?

- Who, me? - Yeah, you, mate.

Uh…

Yeah, right.

Give it a go, mate. Go on.

Thanks, mate. Um…

Yeah.

G'day. My name's Tommy.

[all] G'day, Tommy.

Yeah. And, you know…

I'm probably an alcoholic. [chuckles softly]

Yeah. This is my first meeting. And…

Well done, mate.

I…

I really don't know what to say. Um…

It's all a bit confronting, and…

Yeah, I…

Yeah, I gave up drinking for Sal, my son,

who's sitting up the back there.

Anyway,

I really don't know what to say.

So I think I'll just sit down and listen. Okay. Thank you.

["Changes" playing]

[imperceptible]

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ I say we are gonna get so much better ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Let's make those changes for the better ♪

♪ Let's make those changes for the better ♪

♪ Let's make those changes for the better ♪

[Tommy singing indistinctly]

[knock at door]

Who can that be?

Sal, I'm Geoff Ferguson from Forest Lodge.

This is Gary Harris from Westwood Police.

Hello. Why are you here?

Is Tom O'Dwyer with you, Sal?

Yeah, yeah, I'm here. Who wants to know?

Uh, Constable Gary Harris.

Is that your green Ford Laser just down the road there?

Yep.

Okay, so, Tom, the problem is that that Ford Laser

hasn't been registered in two years.

You yourself don't have a current driver's license.

It was taken from you in 2017 for drink driving.

You also have $3,760 in unpaid traffic fines.

And you're under arrest.

You can't do that. He's my father.

It's all right. We'll take care of you.

- We'll take you to Forest Lodge. - No, no, no. Sal…

Go with him. I can sort this out, okay?

It's not fair!

I just found my dad!

- And now you're… - No, no. Calm down. Please.

Please, please.

Please, Sal, listen to me.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

Now, we haven't come this far to give up now, have we, huh?

So what we've got to do is I gotta fix this

and I'll come and get you, all right?

But if you run away, I won't be able to find you.

So, go with the man and I'll come and get you.

- [Sal] Promise? - I promise. Cross my heart, mate.

So what are we gonna do now?

[Gary] Now I'm gonna take you to the station.

Okay. Okay.

[car door closes]

[Geoff] Welcome to Forest Lodge, Sal.

Come on in. I'll show you around.

Bloody hell.

[Dennis] Sal's at Forest Lodge.

He's pretty angry with you for putting him there…

and having his dad arrested.

He arrested himself.

He's seven weeks sober.

Do a year.

[weakly] That'll mean something.

If he wants to look after my son,

let him prove it.

You'll have to decide.

'Cause I'll be dead.

Hi, I'm Nelson.

[Geoff] Nelson, this is Sal.

Hi, Sal.

Hi, Nelson.

Why don't you go ahead and sit down?

Nelson has been with us, uh, six months or so.

And he is an amazing artist.

We're very proud of him.

- Do you fellas want a cup of tea? - Yes, please,

Geoff, white, no sugar.

Why are you sad?

They just now took my father away.

[Constable Gary] He'll be required to attend the district court

at 9:00 a.m. on the 15th of March.

He'll then be issued an appearance by the court

to answer the charges against him.

He will need a lawyer…

to keep him out of jail.

- Is that all understood? - Yeah, understood.

Thanks, Constable.

Come on, Tommy. Let's go.

What a bloody mess.

It seems it doesn't matter what I do, mate, I'm rooted.

I might as well just give up.

Is that what you want?

No, no, no. I want my son.

What about the cops and the court case?

I've been getting around that all my life.

I should be able to handle it sober if I can handle it drunk.

- That's not gonna get Sal back, is it? - Yeah, I know.

I don't know what to do about it.

If he stays in Forest Lodge for too long, you know, he's gonna run away for sure.

So I'm scared stiff that, you know, we can't find him,

or he's gonna get hurt or worse.

I'm not gonna let that happen.

- And what are you gonna do? - I don't know. Something.

We've got to back him up.

[Tommy] Yeah, let's do something.

Hey, Soph.

Hi.

What is this, a posse?

Uh, sort of.

Uh, we've put our heads together and come up with a cunning plan.

Is it blackmail?

With your permission, we'd like Tommy to move back in with Sal.

No.

Hang on a minute, Soph. Hear us out.

Herbie and I will be guarantors and guardians for Sal.

Tommy and Sal won't be able to get away with anything, I promise.

- What if he fucks up? - Well, that's where I come in.

If Tommy fails, I'll look after Sal.

Sal doesn't deserve any more crap in his life.

Besides, if Tommy lets us all down, you'll know, 'cause I'll kill him

and you could wave goodbye to him from the other side on his way to hell.

Uh, Sophie, um…

I promise you I will look after Sal.

He's my son.

He's my responsibility.

Look, I really understand that. Okay?

[weakly] If you let him down,

I will haunt you from my grave.

- You got it? - Yeah, I got it.

I've been in front of this judge before, right?

But he couldn't believe I was sober and living with Sal.

He'd never seen me sober before.

Anyways, he's given me two years to pay the fines off,

and then they're going to review the license.

Well, mate, at least you've got your bloody life back.

- That's more important. - Hey, Dad, the party has started!

- Well, let's go. - Let's go.

♪ Me and the dog will never get drunk again ♪

♪ Me and the dog will never get drunk again ♪

♪ Me and the guard we're gonna get stoned ♪

♪ Me and the dog… ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

Hey!

- [all cheering] - [Sal] Quiet. Quiet.

Yes?

Tommy, we have to go. It's Mum.

Oh, okay.

We gotta go. Come on. Let's go.

Hey, hey, hey. Sorry.

- Don't apologize. - Sorry.

Sorry, everyone.

She's in her deep sleep.

She's not in any pain.

She probably won't wake up again, Sal.

I'll leave you to it.

[softly] Thanks, doc.

[solemn music playing]

[kisses] I love you.

♪ Hush-a-bye and good night ♪

♪ For my Sophie is sleeping ♪

♪ And I love her very much ♪

♪ And she's in the land of dreams ♪

♪ Hush-a-bye and good night ♪

♪ For my Sophie is sleeping ♪

♪ In the land of dreams ♪

♪ Hush-a-bye ♪

♪ And good night ♪

♪ My Sophie is sleeping ♪

♪ And I love her very… ♪

[Dennis] As you may or may not know,

Sophie wasn't particularly a religious person.

However, she found great solace in this place.

She came here, she prayed, spent time in meditation.

And as today is a time of sadness, yes,

but we are here to celebrate the life…

of Sal's mom, Sophie.

We invite Sal now to come and bring us the eulogy.

Thank you, Sal.

Thank you, Dennis.

Thank you for coming,

um, the friends and family of Sophie.

My mother was the best…

mother in the whole wide world.

She loved me more than anyone…

in the whole wide world.

[voice breaking] And I loved her more than…

anyone…

It's okay, Sal.

…in the…

It's okay.

"And I loved her more than anyone in the whole wide world.

We lived together all our lives.

She was all I had, and she was all I wanted.

Then she went away.

When God took Mum away, I thought I was going to be on my own.

But then I found my father.

I will…"

I've missed my mom…

every day.

I love her more than anything.

I was very lucky…

to have the best mum in the world.

[kisses] I love you, Mom.

[Dennis] Thank you, Sal.

And you're absolutely right.

And if I might add,

she was my best friend,

best friend in the whole world.

You're an amazing young man, Sal.

A man like other men with disabilities,

and I've never met a man without disabilities.

Sal has asked that his father, Tommy,

sings a song in memory of his mum, Soph.

Thank you, Tommy.

[piano plays]

♪ Amazing grace ♪

♪ How sweet the sound ♪

♪ That saved a wretch ♪

♪ Like me ♪

♪ I once was lost ♪

♪ But now am found ♪

♪ Was blind ♪

♪ But now I see ♪

[music ends]

- [growls playfully] - [screams]

- Jeez. - Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha!

You scared the shit out of me.

Hey, Dad, don't say "shit."

Oh, come on. You swear.

[Sal] I didn't say "fuck" until I met you.

[Tommy] Fair enough.

["Now that I Found You" playing]

♪ Everything was getting way out of hand ♪

♪ So high I never thought I would land now ♪

♪ Know the wishy I could barely stand now ♪

♪ Too blind to see ♪

♪ Then you came and you opened my eyes ♪

♪ Finally put down that bottle of lies ♪

♪ Now help me understand And realize now what a life could be ♪

♪ I'm here for a good time ♪

♪ Hopefully a long time ♪

♪ Everything is so fine ♪

♪ Now that I've found you ♪

♪ Waste of days and lonely nights ♪

♪ Another bar, same neon lights now ♪

♪ One more hangover in my sights now ♪

♪ Aspirin, if you please ♪

♪ To walk away and I never look back ♪

♪ Stop running with a reckless pack now ♪

♪ Roll my bull and tickle that jack now ♪

♪ Come on, 80 degrees ♪

♪ I'm here for a good time ♪

♪ Hopefully a long time ♪

♪ Everything is so fine ♪

♪ Now that I've found you ♪

♪ And whatever the weather ♪

♪ Hey, we'll get through it together ♪

♪ She just keeps getting better ♪

♪ Now that I've found you ♪

♪ I ain't standing here trying to preach ♪

♪ Ain't got no blackboard Not trying to teach ♪

♪ Like Johnny deep down By the railroad tracks ♪

♪ I want to tell you life is good And that's a matter of fact, yeah! ♪

♪ I'm here for a good time ♪

♪ Hopefully a long time ♪

♪ Yeah, everything is so fine, baby ♪

♪ Now that I found you ♪

♪ And whatever the weather ♪

♪ We'll get through it together ♪

♪ Things just keep getting better ♪

♪ Now that I found you ♪

♪ And now that I found you ♪

♪ Now that I found you ♪

- Things just keep getting better. - [applause]

Now that I found you, baby.

- [patron] Whoo! - [song ends]