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I don't want to be

nursing other people's babies every day.

Maybe I should get a job.

So your daughter is not here tonight? No.

I want to take Ray around Australia with Darcy.

For a moment there

I thought we were breaking up. We are breaking up.

So is there anything in particular you'd like to start with today?

-Mm-hm. -[laughs]

-It's really nothing. -Well, it's not "nothing".

It's not a big a deal as you're making it out to be.

-I'm not making it out to be a big deal. -Making, making what out to be... What?

[Nina] Don't get frustrated, you've got this in the bag.

Just let the facts speak for themselves.

The other day, I realized, well...

actually Patrick's sister mentioned,

that Patrick hasn't told his father about the baby.

-[grunts] -[crowd cheers]

Well, do you think, Patrick, that on some level,

that you're trying to punish your father?

That's pretty clear that's what Nina thinks.

[applause]

Look, I've, um...

I've tried a few different approaches with my dad,

and this is by far the best option.

-Not talking? -[Patrick] Yeah.

With some people, talking does more harm than good.

[grunts]

-[crowd cheers] -Ha. Mm-hm.

Well, look, Nina,

I mean, she talks to her dad all the time.

Doesn't make that relationship very functional.

What? Which dad?

-Darcy. -What?

Nina's dad is going on this road trip.

He's going to miss her entire pregnancy.

-And she's angry about it. -What are you?

You're really angry about it. You don't express it.

-You always let Darcy off the hook. -[laughs] Sorry. Back to your dad.

You let your father off the hook, Nina?

No.

-Are you angry at your father? -No, no.

-[gasps] -[crowd cheers]

[man] Game, set, match. Patrick Reid.

Patrick hasn't told his father about the baby.

It's not a competition, Nina.

♪ 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 ♪

Oh, Phillip.

So sorry, sorry.

I've come around so early.

It's your mother.

[Nina] Of course it is.

At first, Darcy's departure didn't seem to be affecting her at all.

If anything, she seemed rather sudden...

lost for, um...

-A life? -Yes.

But then, last night, Darcy left her a message.

Pretty innocent message, I thought.

[machine] You have one new message.

-[answering machine beeps] -[grunts]

[Darcy] Oh, Geraldine, we're doing a send-off thing at the pub on Saturday.

All welcome. Oh, and, uh...

You'd be happy to water the plants while I'm gone, wouldn't you?

Ta.

Ever since then, it's--it's like she's been locked in some sort of a debate.

With herself!

I mean, if Darcy wants to be a retired hobo on the road, fine.

And he wants to be a doting dad, fine.

Just don't do both simultaneously.

Did I te--tell you that I ran into Ian Pringle today?

I mean, just choose, for Christ's sake.

Just choose something!

I think she might wear herself out.

And, if anything, the agony seemed to intensify.

I mean, if you want to recapture your youth,

buy a ridiculous sports car.

Get a tattoo!

Use hair products, like normal people.

And don't tell me you like the humidity. You hated it. Worse than the children.

And I'm sorry. But Darcy really doesn't look good in shorts.

He really doesn't.

He has knobbly little knees.

It's true.

It is a really big change for Mom.

Oh, yeah. Of course, of course.

She's had Darcy at arm's reach all her life.

I know, of course.

I just wouldn't take it personally.

-Thanks. -[both laugh]

And how are you feeling about Darcy's departure?

Huh?

Fine, fine. Yeah.

I'm happy for him.

Patrick hasn't told his father about the baby.

-[grunts] -[crowd cheers]

♪ Love me ♪

♪ The way you want to ♪

♪ In this life ♪

-It sounds different. -Shh.

-Like tinny, and-- -Shh.

[woman on radio] That was from Rosanna featuring Mick Holland, "The One".

[Billie] Oh, my God, Mick, you're on the radio!

[squealing]

-It's a smash. -Oh, well, you're biased.

Mick, trust me. I know. I have always been able to pick it.

"Karma Chameleon"? Picked it.

"Like A Virgin"? Picked it.

-"Hazard". -"Hazard"?

It's Richard Marx. It was massive.

Okay, pose next to the radio, please.

Billie...

[camera shutter clicks]

[both laugh]

You know what?

There is a very real possibility

that we are evolving into a power couple.

I mean, you're all over the radio.

I'm--I'm interviewing for an underling.

I mean, like, I'm--I'm a boss.

I mean, I am an actual boss. And you're an actual musician.

I was always an actual musician--

But you know what I mean, like a successful one.

And you know what else?

I think it suits us.

-Power coupledom. -Yeah.

Some people, you know, like, example, Nina.

You know, if you gave them more power, they'd have a neurotic spin-up.

You know, I--I feel calmer than ever.

Mm.

Okay, you text me immediately when it comes back on.

Hey, uh...

-I wasn't supposed to say this. -What?

[sighs] Jimmy called me, wanting a job reference.

I think he's applying to be your underling.

No, he's not.

I think he's applying under a false name.

-"1.15 Jack Drupman." What? -Sorry.

But why? Why?

You wouldn't see him if you knew it was him.

Well, that's correct!

He thinks he's got a good case, reckons he's gonna convince you.

What? That--that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.

It's psychotic. Please tell me you told him that.

-Well, in so many words, no. -What?

[elevator bell dings]

-[woman] Morning. -Good morning.

Um! Good morning, last day.

Ha!

I bring celebratory trans fats.

Uh, thanks.

-What's wrong? -Nothing.

-Clegg called in sick. -[Cherie] Good.

-Well, he might be. -[Cherie] He's not sick.

He's such a hygiene freak, he hasn't been sick in 25 years.

He's just avoiding me.

You do realize that once you're gone,

we're down to two sane staff members, me and Zara.

Oh, could be the tipping point.

The final descent.

[Nina] Entertaining text messages.

Unnerving.

-Hi! Eloise. -Hi.

Miss Keaton's in Room four.

She's still not fully dilated, so... I'll just--

Um... what was that?

Sorry.

[whispering] Why have you gone all weird-ass?

-Can I just run something past you? -Yes.

And you--you can tell me if I'm being mental.

Yes.

Eloise and Patrick went out for a drink.

-Yes? -Then she sent him a text message.

-You read his text message? -Yes--

-Mental. -That's not what I'm concerned about.

Oh, okay.

It said, "You are extraordinary."

That's a bit full-on, isn't it?

Worried she's got the light burning for Patrick?

What? I don't even know what that means.

But that's your concern, right, she's packing a Patrick lady boner?

-Uh, Kim! -What?

-Who's got the lady boner? -Eloise, for Patrick.

No, no. Well, I'm not sure.

She called him "extraordinary", Nina's gone mental.

-"Extraordinary"? -I haven't gone mental.

-Nina reads other people's text messages. -Ah.

No. I had permission.

-Extraordinary. -[both] Yes.

I can't say I've detected any evidence of said lady boner.

But, then, I haven't discussed Patrick with Eloise.

-She's on today. -Oh, no, hang on.

-Don't worry. Zara'll suss it out. -That's not what I want.

She is the last word in lady-boner detection.

Not just ladies.

[sighs]

Kate.

Kate, are you home?

Katie.

Hello there.

Hello yourself.

-[whispering] Am I interrupting something? -Uh, possibly.

-Is it Joseph? -Possibly. Move along.

-No. Can I meet him? Oh... -Move on.

-Where's Isabella? -Morning nap.

-Move along now. -Well, no.

He's going to come out and say hi.

Look. I would... if I could trust that you're not gonna be weird.

When am I weird?

Patrick, please.

You get like some weird army dad. You interrogate people.

And, so far, in front of Joseph,

I have managed to seem like a relatively normal person.

And I would like to keep it that way because he's a very nice guy.

Some personal styling issues? Yeah, sure.

But he's really generous, surprisingly smart,

and not that you're asking, but actually quite excellent in bed.

Hey, mate. You must be Joseph, yeah?

-Yeah. -Patrick.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Right, so, um... you got to Melbourne in early 2009?

Uh, yeah, pretty much.

Pretty much.

Oh, definitely. Sorry.

What did you do before that?

Uh... I worked on a farm, actually.

Oh, yeah? Where was that?

-What? -The farm.

Oh. Um...

Uh, Anglesea.

I didn't know they had farms in Anglesea.

[stuttering] Well--well, a--actually, um, uh, uh, Winchelsea.

-Winchelsea. -Yeah, just--just outside of...

Anglesea.

There's a Google Maps mission for you.

[laughs] What did they farm there?

[Joseph exhales heavily]

Soybeans.

And a bit--bit of canola.

I mean, Patrick's always struck me as more of an obstetrics kind of guy,

so I didn't think it would last.

Just talking about Patrick.

Oh, right.

Dr Reid.

Mr. Paddy.

The extraordinary Mr. Paddypants--

Yeah, I've got it. [chuckles]

-Any news on him returning to St. Francis? -No.

It must be an amazing time for him.

Getting ready for little Patrick junior.

Yes, it is. Thank you for your interest, Zara.

It is.

[clears throat]

I wonder if the child will inherit any of his physical features.

Any particular feature you'd be hoping for, Nina?

From Patrick?

Discretion.

Huh. I've always thought he's had an excellent complexion.

Have you noticed that, Eloise?

Just... extraordinary.

I--I didn't really notice.

-[cell phone beeps] -Oh.

Excuse me.

-Oh. She's good. -What are you doing?

-[door closes] -She's clearly uncomfortable...

but she makes it impossible to tell why.

So no obvious sign of...

[voice breaking] lady-boner?

-Oh, please, do not say that. -You say it.

I know.

Uh--

-What is going on there? -I know, I'm sorry.

-He used to be a cop or something? -[sighs] No. He just--

If he asked for a police check, I wouldn't be surprised.

I know, he just gets really funny.

I mean, what was the last dude like, a mass murderer or something?

[sombre music]

-Oh, I should probably change Bella. -Okay.

Um, actually, I-- I've got a lot of stuff to do.

I'm working tomorrow, so...

-Is something wrong? -No.

-Well, I just lost half a day and-- -Yeah, so have I.

[Joseph sighs]

-Do you want me to go? -No.

Oh, I don't know, just-- Do whatever you want.

-[Ange] Sorry, I was a bit nervous then. -Oh, not at all.

No, I was. I always get nervous in interviews.

Please keep in mind people normally describe my personality

as jaunty and dynamic.

Ange, thanks so much.

Um, I'll be in contact by the end of the week.

Okay, thanks.

-Jimmy. -My name is Jimmy Proudman,

-here to interview for the position. -Why?

I believe I'm ideally suited for this job.

-I'm not giving you this job. -Why?

There are so many reasons. The reasons are infinite.

Well, I have an allotted 45 minutes. Hit me.

For starters, you're my brother.

And correct me if I'm wrong, but this is a family business, is it not?

-You're not just any brother. -What kind of brother am I?

-What are you-- You're-- -Adjectives, please.

Scattered. All over the place.

I believe my recent journey into fatherhood

-has triggered a sharp, new focus. -Really?

What's the date then, Jimmy?

Friday.

The date.

What do you think it is?

The 22nd. Ha!

-Plus your hair. -What about it?

It--It's a strange, matted nest of split ends.

I've anticipated this concern,

and have developed a series of visualizations of alternative hairstyles.

Should I get the position,

you may choose your preferred option.

Or, alternatively,

you may liaise with a qualified hair professional

on a style of your choosing.

I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Proudman, you're just not what I'm looking for.

-What are you looking for? -A younger version of me.

-I can do that. -Come on.

Only an electric, gutsy woman or an impossibly sassy gay man can do that.

Then why are you even interviewing straight men?

-I'm not. -Then that's discrimination.

-Sue me. -I insist you at least

contact my reference.

Uh...

[Billie] When Mr. Proudman was in your employ,

is it true that a species of fish went extinct?

-There were fish casualties, yes. -Can you confirm

that at least three clients extended contracts, specifically requesting me?

Yes, but in all three cases you were shagging them.

On a scale of one to ten, how reliable was Mr. Proudman?

Six-point-five, maybe.

-Ha! -Yes!

Yes or no, would you describe me as hardworking?

Y--yes.

-[Billie] Scattered? -Yes.

-[Jimmy] Ebullient? -Don't know.

-Clueless? -[Mick] Sometimes.

Silky and charismatic?

No, and yes.

-[Billie] Sassy? -Nah...

What a pity. Thank you for your time.

All right.

But before I leave, I'd ask you to reflect on three things.

First, I'd ask you to reflect on our childhood

and your near constant catch-cry of, "I'm the boss of you."

Or should you employ me, you'd be living out your dream.

I'd also ask you to reflect on how jealous it would make Nina,

us working together.

Not relevant.

And finally, I just think it would be awesome working with you.

Being in a team with you.

Don't you reckon?

Fine.

Sorry, forget it. [sighs]

[melancholy music]

Oh, fuck.

[phone rings]

Hello, you've reached Dr Martin Clegg,

Obstetrics, PhD.

Author of Messages from the Womb

and 1990 Commonwealth Games bronze medallist: javelin.

Please leave a message after the tone.

[answer machine beeps]

Martin, it's me.

Again. Just leaving work now.

I wish you'd answer me.

I don't blame you for being upset.

But please don't make me say my goodbyes to your phone.

[melancholy music]

[sobs] I'm sorry I hurt you.

I do love you.

And our relationship's been a big part of our life and Ray's.

[sniffs]

[sighs]

And if you can get over yourself, I'm not leaving till tomorrow.

Midday.

[exhales deeply]

-[Kim] No! -[Cherie] Oh...

-You're coming tomorrow? -Yeah.

-I just wanna extract maximum huggage. -I'd like postcards, please.

Preferably tacky ones.

Have a great trip, Cherie.

Oh, thanks, Eloise.

You coming tomorrow, Eloise?

-Oh... -No, don't feel any pressure.

Maybe I should leave you guys to it. I haven't worked here very long.

-Oh, no. It's free-for-all. -Isn't it more of a family thing?

-Mm-mm. -Uh, we don't do work-family separation.

-None of us. -Oh, Patrick is coming.

Maybe.

-What do you mean, "maybe"? -Oh, well, he said...

I think he might have to buy pants.

Oh, no, he'll, he'll... He's coming.

He's coming. To the pub.

Tomorrow. At midday. With all of us.

Should be an extraordinary afternoon.

I actually have something going.

Oh, what a pity.

Oh, well, though.

No worries. [In French] Que sera...

[In French] Que sera?

-Don't go! -Mm.

[cell phone ringing]

Hello?

Sorry...

about that.

About all of that.

Yup.

[Isabella coos]

Um...

[breathes deeply]

I need to tell you some stuff.

Well, do you want me to come back?

Uh, no. Actually, I'd rather tell you over the phone,

which is... a bit shit, but, uh, it's easier.

Sorry.

Okay.

Um...

I was with Isabella's father for two years and...

he was pretty abusive.

I mean, not to-- not to Isabella.

He's never actually met her, but, um...

He hit me.

Um...

I was an idiot. I kept giving him chances and...

Patrick pretty much had to drag me away, so...

[sighs]

So that's why he gave you the third degree.

I don't know what to say.

Well, there's nothing to say.

I--I just needed to tell you that, and...

now I have.

Um. I should go.

Bye.

Uh, look--

[dial tone]

[Darcy] By then, we should have hit Cairns,

or maybe a bit south of there.

Probably stick around there for winter, you know, head up into the Daintree.

-And then, we go inland. -Oh?

-Oh. -Yup.

Um...

So--so, you won't be back that whole time?

No, no, it's just following the coastline.

Actually, it's a lot more sensible than the way we did it in '93.

See, we go inland from here.

Oh, I just-- I--I, I'd assumed you'd be stopping back.

There won't be any visits?

No, no, no. It's just one long, slow...

Not even when the baby comes?

Oh, we'll, uh...

We'll be somewhere with phone coverage when that happens.

You know, fire up the old Skype. Yeah?

So here it is. We go inland, through Mount Isa, then...

[Nina] Why are you smiling? You're angry with him.

If this were your mother...

-Un-fucking-believable. -Darling?

Of course, if anything vaguely significant happens to anyone in this family,

I'm there, I'll upend my life.

But don't you worry about the birth of my first child!

Apparently, it's a good time for Kakadu, late dry season.

Dad.

Yep? Yep, darling?

I'm a bit sad that you're not gonna be around for the birth.

Sorry?

Sorry, I can-- I can hear myself saying this,

and I hate myself for it, but...

did you not factor it in when you planned this?

Yeah--yeah, uh, of course I did. Yeah, of course.

Darling...

Look, uh, I know this is a big time for you.

A wonderful time.

But I'm gonna be missing milestones for everyone.

You know, especially little Alfie.

Oh.

But are you-- are you saying that I'm just...

being selfish?

No.

No, no.

[sighs] All I'm saying is that

you shouldn't see other people's choices

as being a direct reflection on you.

I don't.

I'm just sad that my dad's not gonna be here when my child's born.

Well, you'll have Phillip here.

What?

[tearful] Sorry.

[grunts]

Nina...

[upbeat music]

[Kim] All I'm saying is...

this is your last chance to say goodbye to Cherie.

What values do you think you're teaching your daughter with this behaviour, Martin?

I calculate her to be approximately 17 months

before, developmentally, Stella could grasp the psychological

and sexual undercurrents of my current behaviour.

You haven't even seen her for four days. She can grasp that.

Well, if you would like to leave her with me while you attend today's festivities,

-I would accommodate that. -I'm not leaving her in a bowling alley!

Pitiful!

I'll drop her back at home with Renee.

If you come with me...

Renee and I will have a second baby.

Please do not mock my very real desires.

Hi, it's me. I've found Clegg.

He's being a dick!

Yup.

Oh! Yup.

Oh, just hang on a minute. I'll--

Can you go and see Clegg?

Kim's found him at a bowling alley

and she's pulled out all the big guns and he just won't budge.

-Well, why should he? -Sorry?

Why are we trying to force him to come to Cherie's farewell

-when she broke up with him? -He should at least talk to her.

-Why? -Because! That's what people do.

-[grunts] -[shouts]

-[yells] -Ha!

-Oh. -[car honks]

I'll go see him, but I'm not gonna force him to do something he doesn't want to.

Are we doing gifts?

Well, I didn't know this was a gift sort of thing, so I haven't got one.

Dad and Cherie will no doubt quickly forget you.

-[Mick laughs] -Shut up.

I'm kidding. God. What's up your ass?

-Nothing. -Clearly.

I had a fight with Dad last night. A really bad one.

-[Mick] Sorry, Nin. -[Billie] Really? Like a really bad fight

-or your version of a bad fight? -A really bad fight.

Okay, what was the worst thing said in this really bad fight?

"You're... selfish."

Oh! Well...

I know I'm scarred.

-[chuckles] -Mickleback, Nins.

-Sister. -Is that your goodbye present?

-A pot plant? -It is.

That is the most ridiculous travel present ever.

Could we put our personal issues aside?

It's got nothing to do with personal issues. A pot plant

-as a present is ridiculous. -What are your issues?

-I applied for-- -He got into his head--

Don't enter the fray. Trust me.

Where's Mom?

You're heaping too much significance on this.

If it's so insignificant, why not just go?

Darcy's risen to the occasion, he's even invited me.

I'm going. Why can't you go?

Why would I choose to sit in a pub,

stirring up memories of a hideous chapter of my life

when I could be enjoying my own company and a Pimm's.

For the sake of the family.

Oh, please!

The last thing I need is to be lec--

The Geraldine I fell in love with was a lioness, a spectacular woman,

above this sort of behaviour.

Phillip?

I'll replace the Pimm's and the glassware.

No, don't-- [sighs]

Don't offer to cover costs! That reduces the impact.

Sorry.

Oh, I suppose, if I'm honest...

this has all affected me a bit more than I care to admit.

Really? You've hidden it well.

A perennial plant.

You can pop it on your dashboard.

[indistinct chatter]

Oh... brilliant.

[laughs]

I'll hang it on the sun visor so I can see it there.

[Nina] It's gonna be weird. Just cut through it.

Dad, I'm sorry. I didn't get you a gift because I didn't realize--

Oh, don't worry. Just you being here is a gift.

Um, where's your mother?

She's in her weird mom-space at the moment, Dad.

Just trust she'll find her way out of it. Come on, let's get a drink.

[Nina] Wow, he doesn't seem too upset.

[Patrick] Martin.

Martin!

[gasps]

Look, I'm not here to drag you out. I just wanna be sure you're okay.

My friend... [exhales]

[clears throat]

I'm perfectly fine.

Look, as far as I'm concerned,

if you're upset or angry about Cherie leaving, it's--

Ah, with respect, Cherie is not leaving today.

I'm pretty sure she is.

No, in fact, I've calculated very carefully.

If I hold firm, Cherie will buckle.

It is a mathematical certainty.

[Martin sighs]

[automated voice] Bummer!

Try again!

Oh, crap.

See, I made myself too available.

A crucial error. It's withdrawal that stokes the fire in Cherie.

Mark my words, she will be unable to leave today.

Martin. You were always there to give me advice when I was steering off course--

Yes! But that's just the point. I've only just now found my course.

Patty, Patty, Patty, Patty, Patty, Patty.

Every relationship has a dynamic.

For example, yourself and Nina.

-Your monosyllabic avoidance... -Huh?

...sparks Nina's imagination and stokes carnal fire.

Cherie, on the other hand, needs space,

punctuated by explosive contact!

Hm? So, in my new regime,

I shall measure my time carefully with Cherie,

-enforcing... -[phone rings]

-...strict limits. Hm? -Mm-hm.

-Hm? -[both laugh]

Hey.

Everyone's starting to say their goodbyes. Are you coming?

Uh, it's not looking good. They're leaving now, Martin.

Hm, I'm sure it appears that way.

Don't think he believes it.

-He doesn't believe it?! -For God's sake, give it to me.

-No, I-- -Give it to me!

Tell the mental head I'm looking at Cherie right now. She's hugging Billie.

-The woman is leaving. -Cherie is hugging Billie.

[scoffs] She will buckle.

Now Nina is heading towards Darcy. This really is the last goodbye, Martin.

Dad, uh...

[Nina] Say something. Bury the hatchet.

Um, about last night...

I'm sorry that I got so angry.

Oh...

I'm sorry too, darling.

I just, I can understand if I seem self-obsessed.

Not at all.

I was exactly the same before I had kids.

In fact, I was much worse.

I used to think I was the centre of the universe.

And then, Billie came along, and you, and Jimmy, Ray.

It all gets shaken up. You'll see.

Sorry.

Sorry. Sorry, you're saying...

you do think I'm just selfish?

Nins.

I've said the wrong thing again, haven't I?

Nins.

Sorry.

Bye, Dad.

Bye. Bye.

Whoa. Bloody terrible goodbye between Nina and Darcy.

Shit, said that a bit loud.

They're climbing into the Combi, Martin.

They're getting in the Combi.

[Kim on speakerphone] Darcy's firing up the engine.

Martin, the indicator's on!

They're pulling out now.

[Cherie] Bye!

Darcy, look out!

[Geraldine] Stop the car, Phillip.

[Darcy] Geraldine!

Oh...

So glad you could come.

[Geraldine] Oh...

-Here. -Hm?

It's my gift to you. Homegrown.

Very like what we had back in '93.

-You took drugs on our family road trip? -Yes, of course, darling.

The fact is...

that was the most wonderful year of my life.

[both chuckle]

We used to wait until you kids were all fast asleep in the van

and then we'd steal away, and make love in the outdoors all night.

Behind the brotherhood bins in Perth.

[Darcy] The shower block at Burleigh Heads.

Sometimes in people's backyards.

[Nina] Ugh.

That will not be a factor in this trip.

-Thank you. -Oh.

You had every right to hate me and you never did.

You made it far too difficult.

Well, Darcy...

Please note, my knee just gave way. I'm not actually kneeling before you.

Oh, oh.

And I will water your fucking plants. [laughs]

[Darcy] Let's go.

[Kim] And now they're getting back into the Combi.

Their belts are on.

Engine's fired up. The indicator's back on.

This is it, Martin. They're going.

They're really going this time.

Right!

And he's off. Heading your way on foot.

[all] Bye!

[all] See ya!

[all] Bye!

[suspense music]

Oh, Martin.

[panting]

-[wheels screech] -Martin, get in!

Right!

Shit. Message bank.

-Go! -[tyres squeal]

Cherie, this probably isn't what you want to be hearing right now,

but, um, you could be up for a real romantic gesture if you turn around.

Put your seat belt on, Martin!

-[brakes screech] -[Nina] Oh!

Shit! Sorry.

Get out of the way, Mr. Handyman!

-Come on! -Oh...

[grunts]

[Martin] Come on!

Hold on.

[thrilling music continues]

Magnificent.

[upbeat music playing]

♪ I can't take you overseas ♪

-♪ I make everybody see ♪ -[Darcy] You okay?

Yep.

Here.

Cheese. [laughs]

Day one. Start of the adventure.

-[Darcy] Yee-haw! -Ray... cheese.

[shouts from afar]

[Martin] Cherie!

[In Italian] Cara mia!

Cherie!

Cherie!

[In French] Mon cherie!

Slow down! Cherie!

Oh, for goodness sake, Proudman, put your foot down!

[car engine roars]

Cherie!

Slow down!

Pull over!

Pull over!

Catch up! Catch up! Pull over!

[Cherie chuckles]

See, I was certain you wouldn't leave me. I was beyond certain.

I'm so glad I got to see you a last time.

[emotional music]

What do you mean "last time"?

For a long while at least.

Haven't I been attentive?

Haven't I been...

endlessly inventive as a lover?

What other man or beast could have driven you to such heights of ecstasy,

multiple heights sometimes, often within an hour.

It's me.

I'm the freak, Martin.

I love you, ferociously.

But I just don't know how to have a relationship with you.

I'm sorry.

May I kiss you one last time?

No.

It will only get your hopes up again.

All right.

But you've gotta know it's not gonna change anything.

No matter how good the kiss is...

I'm still going.

-I understand. May I commence? -You may.

[moaning]

[Darcy sighs]

Nina.

Nina...

if I've said something to make you think that I don't completely adore you--

[sighs] No.

I--I know you do, Dad.

I know.

I think what I've forgotten to say

in all the things we've been saying to each other is that...

I love you.

And I'm gonna miss you like crazy.

I miss you so much, it already hurts.

Me too.

Me too.

Martin?

Martin!

All right, then. Well, farewell.

Indeed.

Martin, I do love you.

[pants]

[Darcy] Tremendous.

You okay?

Yes, of course.

[inhales]

Let's get back to work, shall we?

Talk to him.

Go.

Jimmy, the reason I don't want you to work for me is because

you're the one family relationship I have that's not complicated.

Jimmy?

Jimmy!

Thank you.

You know, with Nina, it's this--this minefield of...

you know, pain and annoyance and status anxiety.

And with Mom, there's judgment.

With Dad, there's some weird approval thing.

But, you know, with you, it's just...

love.

-Honestly, you could've-- -I declare that resolved.

You can switch it on.

Just one more game.

♪ Your space is mine ♪

♪ It passed right on through us ♪

♪ The nastiest kind ♪

♪ Nothing to lose ♪

Hello.

Hi.

Uh, did you get my messages?

Uh...

Yes.

[exhales] Sorry.

Huh.

Are you-- Are you shutting this down

-or something? -No.

It's just...

You didn't sign up for this. And I--I don't want you to feel like you have to--

No, I--I--I didn't sign up for anything.

I'm here 'cause I wanna be with you.

Hey. Come here.

[Patrick, indistinct]

Nina, yup. Yup. We're still very much together.

We're actually living together now, yeah.

That's why I'm ringing. I have some news.

Um...

Nina's pregnant.

Yeah, we're having a baby.

Yeah.

Thanks, Dad.

Thanks.

Yeah, it's fair to say it was a surprise.

A very happy one.

We're thrilled. Both of us.

[whispering] I win.

-What? -Uh, the counselling, I win.

-Draw, draw. -I win. I win.

No, 16 weeks. Yep.

It's going really well.

[theme music]