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You’re Darcy Proudman. You’re Nina’s father?

No. Your Nina’s father.

I'm angry.

And I think about Nina and.

There’s just nowhere for the anger to go.

There’s been a volcano. I'm stuck here.

All flights are grounded.

Does the dog bite?

No, you can pat him if you like.

Let's take a punt on this relationship.

And both of us go to London.

We can work through problems Patrick. But I can’t give you guarentees you want.

I don't want guarantees.

Yes you do.

I don't want to be with someone.

Who doesn’t want to be with me.

Can I stay here for a while? You’ve broken up?

I don't want to go to work tomorrow.

You will handle this with the strong spirit

That I know you have.

[upbeat music]

[Nina] So it's been a full week post-Patrick, and, Billie,

you would be so proud of me.

I've had pretty much the most constructive week in history.

You should see the storage systems.

Not much to store yet, but the systems are ready.

I've discovered quinoa.

The low-GI super grain. Billie, you've got to get onto this.

It's a complete diet revolution.

I started a new exercise regime,

and a Twitter account.

It's not like there haven't been challenges.

You know how Dad likes to pull close when you have break-ups?

[Darcy] Nina, it's your father.

Uh, I've got to confirm when we're seeing the Woody Allen--

Nina, I've got to confirm.

[phone beeps]

[Nina] Now I have double dad.

[Phillip] Hello, Nina, it's uh, Dr Noonan--

Uh, yeah, Phillip.

Uh, that cottage I mentioned,

my colleague Geoffrey's cottage by the coast,

it's free at the moment, if you wanted a weekend away.

Uh, not with me, of course.

Oh, unless you'd like the company.

[Nina] Soon I'll face the biggest test,

a full surgical day with Patrick.

And I'm not even stressing about it particularly.

♪ I would love to see you

I don't know if it's a new self-assurance or maturity,

or just the effects of the quinoa, but--

Kim?

Have I been taken off the surgical roster?

Oh, yeah, Clegg swapped himself on.

-Why? -Because of you.

What about me?

Well, you've been looking a bit flummoxed.

-Flummoxed? -Frazzled. Flustered.

Discombombulated.

Discombobulated.

♪ Oh why, oh why, oh why

♪ Won't you sing Bring your hips to me ♪

♪ Oh, bring your hips, oh, oh

♪ Bring your hips to me

♪ To me Oh, bring your hips to me ♪

♪ Oh, bring your hips Oh, oh

♪ Bring your hips to me

♪ To me

♪ To me

♪ Oh why, oh why Oh why

♪ Won't you sing

-Martin. -Hm?

Did you take me off the surgical roster?

Sergei, I'm gonna have to call you back.

Dasvidanya.

-That's correct. -Why?

There seemed to be a feeling amongst staff

that perhaps the roster could be used

to create some space between yourself and Patrick

until equilibrium is achieved.

Oh, equilibrium is--has been. I'm--I'm fine.

-Mm. -Does Patrick have some sort of issue?

No, the bulk of the concerns seem to be about you.

Well, what are people saying?

Well, they tend to illustrate their concerns

with a slew of pop culture references

that I fail to understand.

[groans] Oh.

[door closes]

All right, if any of you have anything to say

about the me and Patrick situation,

then just get it out now. Get it out now

so we can just put it to bed.

No one's been saying anything much.

[Kim] Except Zara made up a novelty calendar.

-What? -Traitor.

To mark off the days until you guys get back together.

I predicted 34. Maximum.

Cherie invented a song with a dance.

[Cherie] I adapted a song, a Wham song.

I didn't make the T-shirts or anything.

[Zara] Kim invented a word, "perchunked".

"Perchunked?"

-or anything, it just means-- -[Cherie] Professional.

But you know, in a slightly scary way.

Like someone who's--who's OD'd on caffeine.

[Zara] Or like a woman in a Danish Dogma movie.

Depressed...

What about Patrick? Anyone invented any words for him?

-No. -No.

Because he's probably wise enough to steer clear of you.

No, he's been unusually friendly.

Yeah, normally he does that weird thing

where he's distracted and grumpy.

-But now he's almost... -Chipper.

[serenading music]

[door closes]

[Nina] Okay, keep it light, unaffected.

-Hi. -Hi!

-What? -That.

That right there.

That's what perchunked looks like!

Now, you've gotta make it clear to Billie

that I'm gonna be back.

-A lot. Lots of visits. -Yeah. Right.

And one of those visits maybe will coincide

with the one time of the month that Billie's ovulating.

Yeah.

Sorry.

Mate, she'd want you to go,

for sure.

Andrew,

can you promise me something?

[sighs] If it doesn't work out with Tim,

for whatever reason,

don't stick around too long.

You do that

like with Mr. Italy.

You're too nice.

Well, you promise me something.

That you're gonna fight harder for your music.

I know you hate marketing yourself,

but you're gonna have to get over that.

You've got a wife now and you're talented.

[sighs]

Stop dressing like Ellen.

Yeah, you do.

Look, you wear the trainers and the...

little vest. Stop that.

Start dressing a little more like Ellen.

You rock up to gigs like you've just rolled out of bed.

You're meant to be a professional.

If Tim says anything about an open relationship,

you can just forget that, okay? You know that's not you.

Watch yourself with Rosanna.

That's it. That's all I have to say on the matter.

[car honks]

Yep, here we go.

[clears throat]

[Andrew] Good day.

Don't act surprised.

I've seen the way you are around her.

It's not like you haven't made mistakes before.

-Oh. -What?

You criticize my conduct in relationships.

Oh, yeah, I basically said, "You're too nice".

You basically said, "You're an arsehole"!

That's not what I meant.

Come on.

[car door shuts]

Forget it.

[Mick] Stop.

Oh, now you're gonna get all woofty on me?

Woofty... It's not even a word, Andrew.

I love you, Mick.

[breathes heavily]

Me too.

No, try again.

Oh, what?

Say it.

[sighs]

-Say it. -Oh.

Say it.

I love you too, Andrew.

[sombre music]

[exhales]

[Patrick] Okay, so you should be going numb from your middle down.

[Cathy] Uh, yes.

-[Patrick] Yep. -[Cathy] Yeah.

Oh, God!

Oh, thank God.

[whooshes]

[Nina] Okay, this is ridiculous.

You're only acting self-conscious

because people are telling you you're self-conscious.

It's a self-fulfilling prophecy, or forecast, or syndrome.

Just walk in, Nina.

Hi, Cathy.

You must be feeling much more comfortable now.

He is my new favourite person.

[laughs] Yes, he's very good at his job.

And you are definitely my new favourite customer.

-Just--just lie down on your side for me.

[Patrick] All right, Cathy, I'll be back to check you in a bit.

Oh, thank you.

Thanks, mate.

Thanks, Patrick.

There's no issue here.

He's just gorgeous, isn't he?

I mean, it's not just the drugs, is it?

-He's hot. -No, he's hot.

Okay. Okay. Just--just lie down a bit more.

Is he single?

-Oh, just--just relax. -Is he?

-Um, I'm not sure, actually. -Don't you work with him?

Yeah, um, he's a man of mystery.

Yeah, but I mean, is he single? Yes or no.

He's single. Yes. I--I believe.

-Call Heather. -[man] What?

She's still in the cafeteria. Call Heather.

Okay, Cathy, you're doing great work.

Heather, you've gotta come see this guy.

Yeah, the anaesthetist.

No, no, no, no, trust me. Trust me.

His eyes are so soft, and his hands...

I mean big, big hands.

You know what I'm saying?

[Nina] No issue. No issue.

[Cathy laughs] Trust me!

-You know what you need? -What?

You need to go out, get smashed, somewhere where they play bad pop.

-I'm free tomorrow night. -Me too.

Oh, thank you.

A--actually, I've--I've got plans tomorrow.

Thank you.

[Cherie] I know for a fact that tomorrow

she's going to a movie with her father,

and not even at night,

just in the afternoon,

like a matinee.

Hm.

That's really sad.

[Jimmy] Okay, now just stand completely still.

-Look straight ahead. -Right. Yeah.

Okay, I'll keep moving around like this.

Um, that's gonna make people dizzy, isn't it?

[Jimmy] No, no, no, no, no. It's really slow.

Just--just pretend sing for a bit.

-Like, mime? -Yeah.

Okay.

[humming]

[Jimmy] Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, Mick.

[Mick] Hey.

Thought we were doing this tomorrow.

Yeah, yeah, we've got to prep.

-Get the concept happening. -[Mick chuckles]

The concept? This is just supposed to be Rosanna singing.

We don't need Thriller or anything.

[Jimmy] Uh, yeah, we do.

and expect people to come to your show.

You're in the way. You're in the way.

-Okay. -[Rosanna] Hm.

-[Jimmy] Yeah. -[Rosanna] Okay.

[Jimmy] All right, can I connect this to your television?

Yep. Just fiddle with the cables at the back.

Hm.

-Yeah. -[both chuckle]

Oh, no. I'm sorry about this.

-He's fine. He's fine. -Yeah.

He may not be the cinematic auteur he claims to be.

Hm, I'm sensing that.

In fact, his entire creative output consists of

videos of Rocket either farting,

or asleep in the dishwasher.

Mick, he's fine. I think he's gorgeous.

[Jimmy] Okay, check this out.

[Rosanna] Hm.

Hey. That's a lot of angles.

Hey, you have got nothing but good angles.

Oh, Jimmy.

Hm.

Look at that little bit, eh?

You are a God!

Well, without the lignocaine I'm nothing.

I doubt that.

Thank you.

Thank you.

-Thank you. -Thanks.

[camera clicks]

Thank you. [chuckles]

Nina, new patient in 306. Five minute contractions.

She's French-speaking, though, so we're waiting on an interpreter.

Does she want an epidural?

Apparently not.

I'm on it.

[speaking French]

[speaking French]

-[Inez] Oui. -[Patrick] All right.

Hi. Uh, Clegg's organizing the interpreter.

-They should be here soon. -Okay.

[speaking French]

Oh, Inez is from New Caledonia. She's stuck here 'cos of the ash cloud.

Oh.

-[Patrick] Yeah. -Pat--Patrick,

could I have a word with you outside?

Yeah.

What?

You speak French?

Yeah.

[chuckles] I didn't know that.

Yeah.

I did a year in France when I was at university.

-Is that a problem? -No.

No, it's just,

you'd expect to know these sorts of things.

If you had a serious relationship

and you move in with someone.

You just...

assume that you know

the fundamentals.

I thought you did know.

Well, I didn't.

Do you want an apology or something?

No.

I don't know your language abilities.

Because I don't have any.

Well, no, I did learn Indonesian

at high school.

I can hardly remember any of it.

[counts in Indonesian]

No, see, I can't even count to ten.

I always get stuck at six.

Nina, is it too early

for us to be working so closely with each other?

[sighs] Sorry about that, Inez.

And we're so sorry that your husband can't be here.

But we're going to do everything we can

to deliver a beautiful baby today.

Excuse me Inez. We recently terminated a relationship.

I can see why. She's intense.

Yes. She seems a bit "perchunked" today.

Was she good in bed?

She had some peaks of seven, but mostly it was six.

You're not seriously bringing lights, are you?

I do have standards to uphold, Michael.

-[Mick] Yeah. -But you realize there's no money in this?

-It's just uh-- -Yeah, yes, Of course,

-[Rosanna] Hm. -You can just buy me a drink.

Oh, maybe four.

Yeah, yeah, well, you better stock up on free drinks

before the baby arrives, huh, Jimmy?

You're gonna be a dad, Jimmy?

-Yep. -[Rosanna] Oh, gorgeous.

When's your partner due? Is it your wife or your girlfriend?

[Jimmy] Oh, no, no. Neither.

Um, the mother's Zara. She's a totally brilliant girl

and we are doing this as a team.

But we're not together like a couple.

I'm not together with Ollie's dad,

and Ollie turned out mostly okay. Give or take.

He's a brilliant kid.

-Well, I'll see you tomorrow. -Okay.

What?

-What? -Huh.

[Mick] See you tomorrow.

I might come by tomorrow afternoon,

and, um, divide up the rest of our stuff,

if you're home.

Fine. Perfect.

You seem to be managing pretty well.

What is that supposed to mean?

[Patrick] All week you've been...

What?

Aggressively cheerful.

What? Me?

You're the--you're the one who's all sunshine sweet.

-"Sunshine sweet"? -Yeah, with your happy, snappy fans

and your French flirty talk-talk and...

Nina, I can assure you, being here with you,

it's not cheerful.

I'm not going to ask people to roster around us, Patrick.

-I won't do that. -Yeah, no.

[Nina] Just leave. Exit the building now while the damage is minimal.

Sort of minimal.

[breathes heavily]

Damn it!

One of us has got to move on.

What?

I've been thinking more and more that person should be me.

Hang on, uh--

There might be some openings at the Ainsworth.

Patrick, that's ridiculous.

Uh, I know it's challenging for us

-as of the moment. -Challenging?

Nina.

Being so close to you, doing this dance...

every day...

it's just...

It's gutting me.

I won't tell Martin it's because of us.

I'll tell him I've been thinking of moving on

from obstetrics, which is true.

I'll tell him tomorrow.

[keyboard playing]

[Mick] Two, three, four.

♪ Too many people give up

♪ When it gets too rough

♪ You're in the corner and you've gotta pick yourself up ♪

You're doing that weird thing with your face again, Mick.

No, don't stop playing.

Just absorb the direction and keep going, mate.

Okay.

Um, from the bridge?

Yep.

Two, three, four.

♪ Too many people give up when it gets too rough ♪

♪ You're in the corner and you've gotta pick yourself up ♪

[Jimmy] You're doing it again. You were doing it again!

What? What? What am I doing?

It's, like...

My face was not doing that!

Rosanna, can you please confirm the facial distortion?

That's Ollie. One sec.

[breathes deeply]

If you keep sabotaging, this is gonna take a whole lot longer.

I'm not sabotaging anything.

You look homicidal.

wasn't soaking up days of my time.

[Ollie] Rocket!

Sorry, Jimmy.

-[Rosanna] We ready? -Yeah.

Hey, you know what? Let's just forget these extra shots.

-We'll keep it simple, hey? -Oh, come on!

Uh, we'll just get one shot of you, singing.

[Jimmy] Go.

-[Ollie] Rocket! -[Rosanna] Uh...

Mick, where's Rocket?

[Mick] Look, he's around. Look, come on.

-We're set up, ready to go. -[Ollie] Rocket.

We're ready to play. Let's do this.

-He's not. -Rocket!

Rocket!

-[man] That's in cinema one. -[woman indistinct]

Yeah. But I hate to--

-Cinema one. -Oh.

Patrick's leaving the hospital, he says.

He told me yesterday.

Oh.

It's--it's a good thing. Probably.

It's just...

there was a tiny fragment of--of me

that--that thought that if he was still...

Yeah.

In all this time, I've never moved

more than three blocks away from your mother.

Hard to let go of that last little bit of hope.

Hey, do you want to drown your heartache in popcorn and choc-tops?

-Very much so. -Okay.

Nina!

-No. Who? -Nina!

-[Nina] Oh. -Hello.

-Hello. -[chuckles]

Here for the Woody Allen?

Oh! I am.

I--I--I was nauseous and felt tingly all over.

I was either in love or I had smallpox.

[both chuckles]

I don't know when to be quiet.

-[Phillip laughs] -Oh.

Oh, I think I've seen every picture, even the...

-direct-to-video ones. -Uh, uh--

Are you here alone? I--I love the pictures alone.

For me, it's--

Oh.

Hello.

-Hello. -Hello.

-Here for the Woody... Allen. -Yes, I hear.

[chuckles]

It's supposed to be a good one.

Someone at work said.

Yes, a return to form.

[chuckles]

-Well, I should leave-- -Well, really,

-I should leave you to it. -Yeah.

Oh, no, no. Of course, not.

Rocket?

-Did you leave the door open, Ollie? -What?

No, it's not that. He doesn't normally run away.

Rocket!

[Jimmy] Rocket!

♪ I wish you were mine

[musical interlude]

♪ I bet you like to Chihuahua all night ♪

[movie theme music]

[Nina] Say something.

Anything.

Anything.

Switched your phones off?

[both] Mm.

[cell phones beep]

[sighs]

[Mick] Rocket!

How--how long since you've lived here?

Six months, but this was his home for seven years.

[Rosanna] Right.

[Mick] Rocket!

Can you take me to McAllister Street?

McAllister Street, Collingwood?

Thanks for this, mate. It's a long shot.

[sombre music]

[Rocket panting]

[Mick] Rocket.

What's wrong, mate?

What's wrong with you, huh?

[sobs]

What's wrong, boy?

What's wrong with you?

[Rosanna] Hop in the front, love.

-There's a vet on Gore Street. -[Rosanna] Okay.

Put your seatbelt on, Ollie.

You're gonna be okay, mate.

[Mick] What's happened, mate? What's happened, boy?

[Rosanna] Okay, here we go.

Hang in there, mate. You're okay.

-[knocking on door] -Yeah.

You got a minute?

I am reading the most fascinating article

about the rebuilding of the uterine wall

post-caesarean surgery.

I've decided to leave St. Francis.

There's a job going at Ainsworth Hospital.

I put my hat in the ring.

Come on, Martin.

Are you gonna say something?

Yes, I am.

Okay, then.

Patrick, this is a singular hospital.

A unique work environment.

It would be a pity if you were to leave

because of a personal entanglement.

It has nothing to do with Nina.

And I'm also going to say this.

Okay.

-Sleep on it. -What?

-Like The Princess and the Pea. -What?

If you sleep undisturbed tonight,

unlike the eponymous princess, then,

my old friend, I will support your decision.

You know, I often rather thought it was an allusion to the clitoris.

-What was? -The pea.

and thus disturb her sleep.

-All right, I'll sleep on it, Martin. -Hm.

But if someone calls from Ainsworth Hospital,

just say nice things about me.

Yes, if, uh, if anybody calls,

I'll be sure to tell them all about you.

It's not that I was disappointed, it's just...

[cell phone ringing]

Hello.

but the part in the dance hall...

-What? -What's that?

-What? -What--what is it?

Jimmy said Rocket might be dying.

What? How?

Sorry, who's Rocket?

Yes.

Oh, he mainly disappeared for hours

and then Mick found him unconscious.

They're all at the pub waiting for news.

Sorry, is Rocket--

Oh, Rocket is--is Mick's dog.

[Nina] My brother-in-law's. He's--he's a kelpie.

-I'm sorry, we have to-- -Is there anything I can do to help?

Sorry.

I'll call you later.

[phone beeps]

Billie...

[sighs] Can you call me as soon as you can?

Something's happened and...

Call me as soon as you can.

[breathes heavily]

[keypad tone beeps]

[sniffs]

Hi. You've reached Billie Proudman.

I'm out of the country at the moment,

so leave me a message.

[phone beeps]

Rocket's dead.

He...

disappeared today, and I--

I found him and he was really sick and I had to put him down.

And I--I hate telling you like this,

but I've got to go see your whole family. They're waiting to hear.

Oh, just call me.

Please.

They said it was pretty much

all over by the time we got him there.

I had to-- I had to put him down.

[Nina] Oh. You poor thing.

[Mick sniffs]

I'm so sorry.

[Darcy] Here.

-Ollie, come on. Give him a hug. -No.

Do you want to say something, mate?

I can't.

[cell phone ringing]

-[Darcy] Here. -[Nina] Oh, sorry. Sorry.

Go on.

-Billie gets on Skype, so. -Yeah.

Stupid thing.

Hello.

I--I'm pretty sure we didn't settle on a time, Patrick.

Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure we did.

Well, you didn't confirm, so...

I don't--I don't know why you're taking these sheets,

because they're not going to fit your bed.

No, that's all your stuff. That pile.

Everything there.

[Patrick sniffs]

Okay, if you think this is too difficult, then...

[Nina] No, I'm not upset about this.

I--I'm upset because...

[sobbing]

What?

[Nina] Rocket.

-Rocket? What about him? -He's dead.

He had a tumour.

They had to put him down

and Billie's still stuck in New Zealand.

We can't get hold of her. [sobbing]

Nina.

Nina. Nina.

Hey. Hey.

[sobbing]

Patrick...

You--you decide what you want to keep

and just put everything else in a pile, okay?

I'll, um...

I'll come back tomorrow and I'll get it.

[door shuts]

[exhales deeply]

[sombre music]

[sighs heavily]

[cell phone ringing]

[Cherie] Hello?

I'm--I'm seeing the value in alcohol and bad pop.

[Cherie] I can be in my dancing outfit in seven minutes.

Great.

[cell phone thuds]

[sniffs]

[line ringing]

Hi, you've reached Billie Proudman...

-[Mick groans] -...of Proudman Real Estate.

I'm currently overseas, so please leave a message

after the tone.

[tone beeps]

Billie, where are you? Can you--

Can you please call me as soon as you can?

Or...

I'll put Skype on. Skype me.

[phone beeps]

[breathes heavily]

[sniffs]

[cell phone ringing]

[sighs]

Hey.

[Rosanna] How are you going?

Eh...

[laughs]

[sniffs]

How's, um, how's Ollie?

[exhales]

I'm so sorry to ask you this,

but do you mind chatting to him for a sec?

Is he okay?

Uh, yeah. It's just,

I think he took it to heart before

when I snapped at him for leaving the door open.

Put him on.

Thanks.

Hey, Ollie. I've got Mick on the phone.

-What? -[Rosanna] I've got Mick on the phone.

He just wants a little word for a second.

[Ollie] Mom! No way!

[sighs]

Sorry. Um,

I promise all that comes from exhaustion.

Little bit too much sugar.

[sighs heavily] I'll come over.

[rock band playing]

Sorry! The bar was packed.

-[Kim] What did we miss? -[Zara] Not much.

We were just agreeing not to talk about Patrick tonight.

That's right.

But since making that agreement,

all we've done is talk about Patrick leaving the hospital.

-That's right. -What?! Patrick's leaving the hospital?

Yeah, I don't want to talk about it.

You know one of the worst things?

What's one of the worst things?

I really liked his sister.

I mean, I really liked her.

And you know when you really connect with someone...

Yeah, I--I really do.

So now it's all weird

and I feel weird ringing her,

and, ugh, and it's just a shit of a situation.

Oh, come on, Nins. Drop the C-bomb, you know you want to.

Come on. I've never heard you say it.

-It'll do you good. -No. I can't, I can't.

Oh, you're nearly there! You're nearly there!

Can I just ask you one thing, totally honestly?

[breathes heavily]

Do you think Patrick...

Do you think...

Do you think he left because

I'm--I'm--I'm a bit...

insufferable?

-No! -[Zara] No, no, no, no!

Nina, you are a brilliant,

smart, attractive, caring woman.

Yeah, but I'm just a bit-- I'm a bit...

The only thing that you need sometimes

is just to let go!

Yeah, I know.

Bad news. Terrible news.

I just spoke to the DJ and he refused to play bad pop.

He doesn't have anything before 2010

or anything with lyrics.

He actually laughed at me.

-Oh, that DJ's a... -[car alarm]

[all laughing]

This is above and beyond.

[chuckles]

Ollie!

[Rosanna chuckles]

-Suddenly unconscious. -Oh.

[Rosanna] Thanks.

Stop tickling me.

Ah, so you're conscious?

Hey, mate, today with Rocket, you know that wasn't your fault, right?

-Yeah, I know. -Okay.

I was just checking you knew that.

I did.

Rocket was sick and he was really old.

Old?

I thought that was just his hair.

Nah, Rocket was 15. That is really old for a dog.

See, I got Rocket when I was 20.

See, I didn't have a cool mom like your mom.

My mom hated dogs.

So when I moved to Melbourne the very first thing I did

was go to the pound.

I refuse to believe that.

You hear me? I refuse.

Good for you.

Haven't you got any mid-'90s Kylie?

-Sorry. -[Nina] What about her indie phase?

Oh.

Don't be all bopping with your headphones.

I know you can hear me.

-This is bullshit. Bullshit! -Come on.

-Come on. Come on. -No!

No, wait, I've got it on my phone!

Wait, wait. I've got it on my phone.

My "Park Walk" mix.

Look!

I'm not playing off your phone, lady.

Why not?

Wait, here's 25 bucks.

Ah.

-50? -No, come on, Nins.

There's other places. Let's go.

-Tough Muff's on tonight. -Oh, yeah, yeah!

Yay, Tough Muff!

-What is it? -It's a lesbian club.

Oh. [chuckling]

What's so funny?

is--is funny to me. No offence.

Why? 'Cause it's cool and underground?

[Zara] No!

It's actually kind of pop-tastic.

-Take me to Tough Muff. -[all laughing]

[Rosanna] Ollie is desperate for a dog.

Like, he's been nagging me for years.

And this thing about moving all the time, you know, I just--

Does Ollie see his father much?

Uh, Ollie's father left when Ollie was three months old.

-Ooh. -Bass player.

Total cliché. I know, I know.

-Hm. -So was he conceived on the road?

[laughs] No.

I found out I was pregnant in Albury-Wodonga.

[laughs]

We'd been together for a year, though,

it wasn't your classic, you know.

-Pub tour pregnancy. -No, no, no, no.

How long have you and Billie been married?

Uh...

-few months now. -Really?

-Newlyweds. -Yeah.

Thought you'd been married for years.

No, we've been together forever.

Five years maybe.

-Okay. -Sort of.

On and off.

There were speed bumps.

Or there was me fucking up.

Hm.

-[cell phone ringing] -Sorry.

-Is it her? -Yeah.

Hey.

-Are you home? -No. No.

-I'm so sorry. -It's okay, it's-- Billie.

Wa--wa--was he hit by a car or...?

[Mick] No, it was--it was a tumour, the vet said.

He just went downhill really suddenly.

A--are you near a computer? Can you get on Skype?

No, no, I'm not. I'm having a drink.

I--I can be online in maybe 15 minutes.

I--I don't understand. Had he been sick?

Yeah. No, he seemed-- He--he seemed fine.

He was a bit subdued, but then this afternoon he disappeared.

-[Billie mumbles] -[Mick] Yeah.

Yeah.

Sorry, you're breaking up. What did you just--what?

I said, not a funeral, like a... a memorial...

-Yeah, we-- -...to commemorate him.

-We already did that, Billie. -Sorry, what?

I said we kind of did that!

This fucking--fucking ash cloud. Sorry, what?

I said we did that today at the pub.

I--I wasn't there.

We'll do something else.

When I imagined us middle-aged with grey hair...

I always imagined Rocket with us...

at your feet.

Jesus, Billie, he was 15-years-old.

Yeah, I--I know. I'm not saying it's logical, I'm just saying--

I'm sorry.

I'm just so tired.

Do you want me to leave you alone so you can go to bed?

Can we leave Skype on and just...

lie together for a while?

[breathes heavily]

Billie.

Yeah?

I miss you like sleep.

Me, too.

[sombre music]

[Billie sniffs]

[footsteps approaching]

You know what I'm going to do one night?

I'm going to get a babysitter for Isabella.

I'm going to pay.

Someone needs to end this.

We--we don't have to talk about your brother,

it's not about Patrick.

It's just--

Sorry, Kate? Cherie. Gotta go. Bye.

Oh, what?

if you do the whole "dumped straight chick gets drunk

and pass as a girl" thing,

I'm going to lose complete respect for you.

-What? -'Cause it's tragic.

I was once a dumped straight chick

who got pissed and kissed a girl and it changed my life.

No, you were once a dumped closeted gay chick,

it's totally different.

I was once a bored straight chick

who kissed a girl for the entire month of November, 2007.

Ooh. Really?

Do not get inspired by her.

[laughs]

Do not!

[upbeat music]

♪ And this is what I'm gonna do ♪

[Nina] Oh, yes!

This is what you needed. Just let go.

♪ And this is what I'm gonna do ♪

Let go and give in to the music.

Oh, yeah!

Oh, I could have been a dancer!

♪ I wanna love you

[Nina] No matter what happens to you in life,

you've just got to remember, you'll always have this.

You'll always have the beat of the music.

[upbeat music]

You'll always have the quinoa

and you'll always have the Woody Allen movies

and the friends

and the pets and the dancing!

You'll always have the dancing.

This--this could get bad.

[Kim] Yeah. Wish I'd brought a camera.

[cheers]

[laughs]

♪ I wanna I wanna love you ♪

♪ Hey

♪ I wanna I wanna love you right ♪

♪ I wanna I wanna ♪

[theme music]