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- Brody, I want you to stay with me for a few days.

- Sweet. Thanks.

- If you don't wanna sell your restaurant,

I could invest.

- You?

What were you doing, Mom?

while your grandchildren were playing with sharp tools?

- You know what?

I quit.

I am no longer running this childcare service.

- You told me everything was good, and it's not good.

And then you said you were gonna come up with a solution,

and this is it?

Are you out of your mind?

- Yes, it's about, it's about Cherie.

Been in the doldrums, sexually speaking.

- So this is your body telling you that it needs sex.

I mean, it's been a while, let's face it.

How long exactly?

- Well, I don't know.

Six months. Seven.

- Why won't you simply let yourself want what you want?

- What do you want?

- I want to kiss you.

- You're on a date?

With pants man? - What?

- Go for it.

(date laughing)

- Ooh. - Oops.

- What just happened?

- Do it. Do it. Do it.

- Wake up Mommy.

- Oh. Ah.

- Oh, look, you're awake.

Do you wanna go finish your breakfast, sweetie?

Tell me everything.

- Oh.

Billie, help.

- Oh, what?

Was, was the sex really bad?

- No, the sex was great.

It was really great. Too great.

Oh, it was amazingly great.

- So what's the problem?

- Angus.

- Oh, so what?

You guys had a one night stand.

It'll take care of itself.

And you know, if you're embarrassed at work,

you can utilize the Sexual History Rewrite Act.

- Sorry, what?

- In the event of a one night stand,

in order to save face, there's an unstated agreement

between two parties that it's perfectly all right

that on first contact, post sexual interaction,

you can pretend that it never happened.

And when one person plays this card,

the other must follow suit,

pretending that it never happened.

Thus, rewriting your combined sexual history.

- I didn't go home with Angus.

- No, no. You don't do it with me.

You do it with him today.

First contact.

- I'm saying I didn't have sex with Angus last night

or at all.

- Yes you did.

I spoke to you late. From the bathroom.

You said, "I'm going home with Angus."

in an immediate sense.

- And then I went home with Franklin.

- Who's Franklin? - Exactly.

- Where was Angus?

- In the bar. Right there.

Watching me go home with Franklin.

I'm not sure if that's his first name or his last name.

Can we just talk about why I might have done that?

That's not all.

- There's more?

- After I left Franklin, I got into an Uber,

and I was texting Angus to just say,

well, you know, I'm sorry about that.

I was trying to work out how to apologize to him,

and it just slipped outta my hand.

And, oh.

- What?

What, what, what did you send?

- Ah! Ah!

♪ Oh why, oh why, oh why ♪

♪ Won't you swing from 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 stay ♪

- I've made a love heart.

- Oh, that's a beautiful love heart.

I don't wanna go to work today.

- Yes, it's messy, but it's just one night

of your life, right?

Doesn't define you.

It doesn't have to happen again.

It's just a book with one chapter.

It was open.

You read it quickly.

Now it's shut.

- All right darling.

Bye-Bye.

Have a lovely day.

Oh, I love you.

No, I can't face things.

- Come on, you're single.

Remember, you're completely unattached.

All you have to do is own it.

Yes, I did that. (fingers snap)

That was me. Moving on.

Nothing can stick to you.

Angus is just a fluffy white egg,

and you're a Teflon pan.

- Be a non-stick pan?

- Rise above it.

- Rise above the pan?

- Go.

You will not apologize for a little bit

of uncharacteristic stranger S-E-X

with a tense regret chaser.

- I will not.

- No. (fingers snap)

- I am so sorry.

- Well, you've been my sister for such a short time,

and you've already slept with someone from my work.

- This is not how I thought my night

was gonna pan out either.

I really didn't expect to see you in that bar.

- Well, Franklin got a promotion.

We were out celebrating.

But I'm sure you covered all that.

- No, he didn't.

Can we just not talk about last night?

- Sure. Sure.

- It's just that I would never do something like this.

You don't know me very well,

and maybe you're thinking, oh, this is normal.

But people that know me are stunned,

or they would be if I told them.

- Well, I just, I just thought maybe

you'd want the rundown on Franklin.

- Oh. - You told me that you were.

- No, I'm begging you not to talk about it actually.

- Well, I have some news.

- Oh, I'd love to hear your news.

- I bought the taqueria. - Oh wow. That's great.

Jimmy must be so relieved.

- Good. I was hoping you'd say that.

I think he will be.

Well, I hope so.

- Do what? Jimmy doesn't know?

- I need you to help me tell him.

- Oh no, not me.

Hang on.

You bought the taqueria from Jimmy,

and Jimmy doesn't know?

Isn't your name on the contract?

- Company name.

- Why would you do that?

- He was selling it for nothing.

I saved it.

It's a family business now.

It'll be great.

Jimmy and me. Two brothers in business.

Like Clooney and Pitt, you know?

"Ocean's Eleven," all that?

- Our dad just died.

Jimmy's broken.

He might be able to handle this.

- What should I do?

- Can you get rid of it?

You did a bad thing.

- So did you.

(someone knocking)

- Alfie, I don't care whether or not you wear underwear

to daycare, but your teacher seems to.

So we're gonna go with that, okay?

(baby crying)

Hi.

Lunches are made.

Water bottles, spare clothes.

Sleeping bags are packed.

All that I ask is that the three of you wear pants.

In you pop.

It's from Geraldine.

- [Jimmy] Gone to Amsterdam, Jimmy.

Don't forget to pick up Dad's ashes.

Amsterdam?

- Yeah, she admires their drug laws.

(door clunks)

- Mom had been on this detox,

and then she hadn't eaten anything for days

until she sat down with a jug of mojito

and books the next flight to Amsterdam.

Why? Why is it daytime?

♪ It's sunny in London when I think of you. ♪

- Ah. - What?

- Fire, fire, fire.

- Yep. - He's here. He's here.

Fire. - Fire, fire, fire.

- Hello. - Fire, fire, fire.

- Hello. - Oh.

Oh my God.

Oh, it's you.

It's really you. - Mm-hmm.

(lips smacking)

We said never more than three weeks apart.

- I love that rule.

- I'm a man of my word.

- I can't believe you're here.

- Mm. - Mm.

- Fire, fire. Fire.

- Angus.

Right, this is it.

- Excuse me.

- Morning, Nina.

- Don't make it bigger than it is.

That was a mistake.

Listen, Angus.

I shouldn't have left you there.

You don't need to explain yourself.

Just keep it nice, light.

I. - You?

- I.

I.

Could we just forget about what happened?

I don't really want anyone here to know.

News spreads quickly.

- Well, I can see how you might not want anyone

to know about your night, but I have nothing to tell.

- I went into the bathroom

to arrange babysitting with my sister.

And I came back out, and you were flirting

with two women.

- What?

Flirting?

Talking.

- Eh, eh, eh, eh.

- That was my dolphin joke.

You were in the bathroom for half an hour.

I got bored.

I was on the phone.

So, I'm telling a harmless joke

about a sea mammal to some folks nearby,

and you are suddenly angry with me because why?

- Don't turn this around on me.

- I thought it was going well.

The signs looked promising

until you flicked a switch and changed.

- I only flicked my switch when you flicked yours.

- Well, this is all very convenient for you to believe

that I was flirting with those women.

But even if I was, you can't play that card on me

because you went off and had sex with someone else.

- You don't know that. - Huh.

- Okay.

How about we just agree to believe what we want to believe?

- All right, well, I agree to believe the truth.

- Angus. All right.

But perhaps I wasn't behaving as my best self

toward the end of the evening.

I'll give you that.

But ultimately I saw who you really are

with those two women.

And I am grateful that I pulled out when I did.

You are not gonna add me to your list of conquests.

- Which particular planet are you on?

The only person who did any conquering last night was you.

- That went so much better in my head.

- Possible administration has brought in a photographer

to take portraits of all the employees for the website.

The Clegg has frozen.

- Can we bounce something into his irises?

Give him an artificial sense of life?

All he's giving us is dead eyes.

- What's wrong with him?

- [Cherie] I lost my libido. He lost his mojo.

- You don't know where to find it?

- Well, we tried everything to get it back.

Naked tennis, tongue to foot stimulation, foot to tongue.

Dinner with pants, dinner without.

Upside down kissing, role playing,

horse riding, nipple tweaking.

Nothing works.

- Role playing Nins. How about that?

There's something going on between Nina and Angus.

- You are so wrong about that.

- I'm never wrong.

- You're blushing.

- It's hot.

I'm hot in here.

It's a temperature-controlled 23 degrees,

and you are bang on average.

Spill.

- Well, we went out for a drink last night,

and we thought something might happen,

and then middle, middle, middle.

I went home with someone else.

If I'm blushing, it's because

I had unexpected incredible sex by mistake

with someone that I don't know.

But I'm single.

I haven't done anything wrong.

I haven't hurt anyone.

It's fine.

Right? I'm single.

- That is not what I thought you were gonna say at all.

- Not in a million years.

- Wish I hadn't told anyone.

Don't tell anyone else.

- No. Lips are sealed.

- [Photographer] Next.

(phone chiming)

- Jimmy. Good.

Tell him about the taqueria.

Jimmy. - Hey, I just picked up Dad.

He's right here beside me.

It feels really good to have him in the car.

You know, it just feels right.

All right, and as soon as I put his seatbelt on,

my phone rang.

And guess who it was?

Mick. He's back.

We're having dinner at Mom's tonight.

Everyone's gonna come.

Hey, Nins, hang on.

I'm gonna, I'm gonna call you back.

- Maybe not your moment to tell him.

- Oh, city. Yeah?

So I said, "No. No, I'm, I'm not having a pergola.

Give me a rotunda."

I'm sorry to say it, but at least now he knows what I want.

Oh, okay. Okay.

No, you go.

So how was your day?

- Oh yeah. Yeah.

Really cool. You know?

Well, actually not so cool.

I was forced to sell my business recently.

I don't know if you've heard of it. Jimmy's Tacos.

- Mm.

- My dad died recently. (phone chiming)

I was kind of. - Hello?

Yes, that's me.

What do you mean you're waiting for me?

I'm in you. (chuckles)

Can you hold on a sec?

Are you not an Uber?

- No.

- Why did you pick me up?

- Well, you just got in my car.

- You nodded at me.

- You nodded at me first.

- No, stop, well, can you just pull over?

- Okay. Wait.

So. - Oh my God.

- I can drop you in the city on the way if you wanted.

It's right in my way.

- Yeah. Oh yeah, sure.

I mean, that's what all the psychos say.

Just pull over now. - I can, I'm not a psycho.

You're the psycho.

You got in my car. - Oh my God.

Are you still there?

Yeah. I'm home.

- Very funny, Dad.

- Have I misjudged Angus?

(camera clicks)

- That's brilliant.

I love it.

- Thanks.

- No, he's a pants man.

And you almost fell for the charm.

- Next. Climb aboard the flirt train.

(lively music)

The pants man. - Pants man.

- This is what you do, Nina.

This is exactly what you do.

- Leo?

- You went on a date with a pants man,

and you got annoyed with him for being a pants man.

So you went home with some guy you didn't even know

just to teach him a lesson.

Talk about an over-correction.

- Well, I can't be with someone who can't commit.

- You can't commit.

- Yes, I can.

- Then stop trying to control who we are

by labeling us under P for pants man,

or B for boring in bed.

- I never said you were boring in bed.

- See, you're looking for the one who you can't label,

who defies all your tricks and reasonings.

But guess what? He doesn't exist.

Because, spoiler alert, the only people

who exist in the real world are real people.

- Franklin seems nice.

- Good luck with that.

- What are you even doing here, Leo?

(laptop slams)

Sorry.

Shouldn't have done that.

- Next. - Thanks.

- I've got a patient now, so I'll have to come back.

- We did it. She's asleep.

- [Brody] Billie, we're out of cereal.

- Brody, you're up. Mick's here.

He surprised me from London.

- Heard a lot about you, Mick.

- Oh, not too much.

- Quite a lot.

- Just, just the right amount.

- It's really nice to meet you, Brody.

So how long are you staying?

- How long's he staying?

You know we're married, right?

- I just wanna know how long I've got

before I'm out on my ass.

- You are not going anywhere.

- I can't anyway.

I don't know where my jeans are.

- Have you tried the dryer?

- No.

- Isn't she great?

- What is this?

- Oh, I've been leaving little love bombs

all around the house and trying to build up her self-esteem.

I'm trying to give her the one thing

she hasn't had her whole life, unconditional adoration.

- Oh, speaking of unconditional adoration.

- We could take two minutes in the bedroom

and can say we might be arguing.

- That's not as crazy as your other ideas.

- [Child] Mommy! Billie!

- Okay. (camera clicks)

Maybe, maybe just uncross your arms.

That's it.

Just, yeah, relax a bit.

Yep.

A smile?

(camera clicking)

Open mouth.

That's it. Lovely.

Just relax into it.

Yeah, that's beautiful.

- Okay, quick.

I told Brody to walk around the block and come back.

I don't want them crossing roads.

- Okay.

(toys clatter)

Mm. - Mm.

- Oh God. - What?

- It's a sippy cup.

(items clattering)

This is not good. It's no good.

There's too many toys. - Fine.

Go.

Okay.

- Okay? - Okay.

- Okay. Yep.

I can, I can make that.

- I cannot reach. - Oh.

- That's, here, here.

- That's good.

- Okay. - Yeah, that's good.

- All right. - Let me get my.

Yeah. - Okay?

- Mm-hmm. - Now?

Now.

(doorbell rings)

- Ah. What now?

Okay. Okay.

That's all right. (someone knocks)

Let me get my pants.

Okay, okay. - Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Here. Hold Dad.

(Mick laughs)

(both grunting)

- Missed you too, brother.

- Your dad was a very tall man.

You sure he's all in here?

- Don't shake him. - Why?

- I don't like it.

Oh.

- Feeling a bit forced.

You're just straining your mouth,

like you're scared or something.

- No.

(camera clicks)

- Hey.

Why don't you think about the hot sex

that you had last night?

- How do you know about that?

- Sex face makes the best face.

- Yes. - You're welcome.

- That's it.

I just love what you're doing with your face.

(phone buzzes)

- Sorry. Just.

(upbeat music) (camera clicking)

- Thanks for letting me hide at your house 'til tonight.

- And I've booked you a taxi already.

- I fly to Amsterdam so late.

Wow.

Will looks so much like Darcy in this photograph.

- He does.

- So handsome.

- He's gorgeous.

- And that look, it's exactly the same.

You know, there was a time

when he could take anybody with that look.

- Cheeky wine? - Why not?

- Dart? - Definitely.

(phone ringing)

- Oh, I never answer the home phone.

- Always someone wanting something.

- My thoughts exactly.

(phone ringing)

(whistle trills)

- Nina. - Martin.

- How do I put this?

Appears that Cherie's libido situation has indirectly,

through me, impacted on your life.

- What?

- The hospital administrator has requested permission

to use your image as the face of the hospital.

- My face?

Shouldn't it be your face?

- They said I don't have the right face.

- On what grounds?

- Wrong face, apparently my image, makes it appear

as if I am a convicted serial killer.

- Oh, you're exaggerating.

Oh, you're not exaggerating.

- So, permission granted?

- Permission granted.

Hmm.

Oh, Angus.

- You said we wouldn't tell anyone.

And you've told everyone.

- Sorry.

I did only tell Kim and Cherie and Zara

and Elvis 'cause he was there.

I'm just a bit confused, and I feel bad.

And it's far more embarrassing for me than it is for you.

- How is this not embarrassing for me?

We went out on a date. - A drink.

- We went out for a drink,

and then you left me there for someone else.

- Well, let's not forget that you were about

to do exactly the same thing to me with those two women.

- No matter how many times I defend myself,

you've got this weird entrenched view of me.

- Sorry, I don't have to explain myself to you.

- Oh, don't you?

- Hey, last night you said to me,

"I'm not right for you.

So we should just accept that."

Okay, I accept it.

- Okay.

I'm not this guy that you think I am.

(phone buzzing)

Is that him?

- Say no.

Yes.

- You think I'm a pants man.

I'm not.

You are a pants lady.

- Oh my God. He's right.

(scrubber scraping)

- Brody, what's wrong?

I ruined everything.

I told Jason that I didn't wanna see him anymore.

I really did.

But he just kept on texting,

and I forgot about your pot.

- That's not important.

- Yes it is. You're just saying that.

- This, this isn't about the pot.

Come on. What is it?

- I miss my mom.

But I don't want my mom.

- Oh.

Oh. (Brody whimpering)

You're not on your own anymore.

This is really disgusting.

- Yeah.

- All right.

- Ah.

- You're six centimeters.

You're dilating very quickly,

which is a good thing.

- Only six?

I can't do this for much longer.

- Six is good. Six is great.

Things can accelerate really quickly.

You're doing a great job, Sophie.

- Ah! - That's okay.

- Okay, we're all on hand to help you get this baby out

and into your arms as soon as possible.

- Oh.

- Okay, this is Labor 101.

Keep the fluids up.

If the mother becomes dehydrated,

then you can risk the body going into shock.

- Kim, what does Nina look like?

- Yeah, she's colorful and flowing.

Sometimes slightly emotionally constipated.

But today, today she looks radiant.

- Kim was just telling me about her modeling career.

Are you as tanned or as tall as she is?

- Uh, no.

- Would you mind if I felt your face, Nina?

- Of course.

- Note the change in the mother's demeanor

and the shift in the timing of the contractions.

This could be an early sign of transition.

- Good facial structure.

Good bones.

Oh. - Thank you.

- Aw. Aw.

- That's it.

(phone ringing)

- Maybe you should answer it.

It might be an emergency.

- It's not.

See, I'm having, I'm having a little trouble

with a neighbor because I happen

to park in the visitor spot sometimes.

- Well, are you parked in the visitor spot now?

- I am.

Well, I find it much easier to park in

'cause my spot's so filled with my own rubbish.

- Oh, answer it. (phone ringing)

- Hello?

Oh, it's you, isn't it?

Yeah, I know who you are, apartment five.

Yes. Well, actually I've got news for you.

Today, I happen to have a visitor,

and what better place to transport her to

than the visitor's spot in our very own car park?

- Ah! - That's it.

Push. - Ah!

- That's it, now hold off.

That's good. I'm right here, Sophie.

- Okay. - You're so close.

You're so close.

Okay, when I squeeze your hand, I want you to push.

The harder I squeeze, the more you push.

Deep breath in.

You ready?

And push.

- Ah!

- That's it. Give me a push.

(Sophie screaming) Push really hard.

I'm squeezing really hard.

Push, push, push.

Ready, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Oh, here she is. Here she is.

Oh, you're beautiful. (baby crying)

- [Sophie] What does look like?

- Oh, she's perfect.

There you go.

She couldn't possibly be more beautiful.

- Nina, can she see?

- I'm just gonna check for you now.

She's looking right at you.

(stirring music)

- How was today?

- Terrible.

- Were you Teflon?

- No, I was the opposite of that, sticky, burnt.

Angus called me a pants lady.

And Will's given my phone number

to Franklin, and he's texting me.

- Who are you,

and what have you done with my sister?

- I'm genuinely, genuinely confused about myself.

- Nina. - Oh. Mick.

- Hi.

I am, I'm so sorry I wasn't here for the funeral.

- Oh, it's all right.

You would've been there if you could.

Oh shit. Will.

The taqueria. Jimmy.

I completely forgot.

- Oh, it's killing him, but I can't help it.

Have you ever had a loss of libido?

- Oh, I'm the wrong person to ask.

I have the libido of a Sydney gay man in March

trapped inside a straight lady bits body, so.

(phone chimes)

- Franklin. Ignore it.

Just ignore it.

Focus on Jimmy.

- So what you're saying is never?

- Well, you know, Mick and I haven't been able

to satisfy that part of ourselves since we were

in London three weeks ago.

So our libidos are exceptionally high at the moment.

We're ravenous.

- So what's stopping you?

- Every single member of this family.

- Yeah, well let's pretend I never asked.

(phone buzzing)

(family chattering)

- (gasps) What?

Is that what I think it is?

Yep. That's unmistakably.

(family chattering)

Okay, so I need to send something back.

Come on, Nina. You can do it.

It's not that hard. It's easy.

Simple.

Everyone's doing it.

Just one little picture.

(mischievous music)

Is this really who you are now?

What are you doing?

Stop this.

♪ 'Cause I'm leaving to stay ♪

♪ You're no good, you're no good, you're no good ♪

♪ Baby, you're no good ♪

♪ I'm gonna say it again ♪

♪ You're no good, you're no good, you're no good ♪

♪ Baby, you're no good ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

- We're all good.

So I take that as a compliment.

- You put out all your favorite cheese.

- Oh. - Double brie.

- Isn't it? - You brought the double brie.

- Yes. I brought. - You brought the blue.

- Yes. I brought these. - What?

These are the ones you got? (spoon clinks)

- Mick, since Dad died, things haven't felt right.

But seeing you back at this table

is the closest to normal we've been.

And that makes me think everything's gonna be okay.

- To Darcy.

- Cheers. - To Darcy.

- Darcy. - Darcy.

- Darcy. - Darcy.

- Dad played a trick on me today.

I was driving him home from the crematorium,

and this lady jumped into my car.

She thought I was an Uber.

I thought it was a sign.

Dad was telling me, Jimmy, you've got no money.

You've got a car.

You should drive an Uber.

And so that's what I'm gonna do.

- Once again, making major decisions without me.

- No. No. It's not a life choice.

It's not a career.

It just means that we can put our family

in the center of our world for a while.

- Jimmy, you don't have to do that.

Your ideas will come back.

- No, I want to. It's perfect.

- Jimmy, you don't need to drive an Uber.

- No. (coughing)

- It was me. I bought the taqueria.

I tried to stop you from selling, but you wouldn't let me.

I knew you needed the cash,

so I made sure you got your short settlement.

I wanted to help.

- So you bargained me down

so you could buy it off me?

You prick.

- My business partner did the deal.

I didn't want to get involved.

That's all too close.

- Too close to what?

- Family. - Oh.

- Oh, Jimmy.

I think at the time,

he thought he was doing the right thing.

- Did you know about this?

Why didn't you tell me?

- I don't have an answer for that.

Nina's a bit distracted today

because last night she went on a date

with a guy from her work,

but then she went home with a completely different guy

she didn't even know from Will's work,

and now he's texting her.

- That's not information anyone needs to know.

(phone buzzes)

- Okay. What the hell is going on here?

- I haven't got to the best bit yet.

- I don't want to hear it.

- Yeah, you do. - No, I don't.

You know what? It's off.

The taqueria is no longer for sale.

You can't have it.

I will tear up every contract I have.

I will call my lawyer right now.

No way.

- Too late. Too late.

Nina suggested that you might be upset

- No, no. - and that I should

get rid of it.

So I did.

I on-sold it to a contact I have in Hong Kong.

I was lucky.

I was very lucky.

- What did you do, Nina?

- You made a profit?

- Yeah, even I was impressed.

I wanna split it with you.

That's the best bit I was talking about before, though.

- How much?

- Stay seated.

- I am seated. How much?

- 40 K. - Whoa.

- Oh.

- I don't want your dirty money.

- Do not take that as the final comment from us.

- Listen to Zara.

Don't let business be personal, Jimmy.

You keep letting your ego get in the way

of making good decisions.

- I don't need business advice from you, thanks.

- Not advice. Just saying.

- And I'm just saying, stop talking.

- Jimmy, take the money.

- You don't know what a gift horse looks like

when you see one.

- Yeah, I know it doesn't look like you.

- Yes, it does. - Guys, that's enough.

What are you, eight years old?

Stop competing with Jimmy.

- I'm not. He's competing with me.

- Actually, this is my family.

You get out.

- Don't worry. I'm going.

(phone buzzes)

- Sorry.

- I don't understand.

How could he get so much for it?

And why couldn't we find that buyer in Hong Kong?

Maybe we got bad advice.

Hey, hey.

- I'm supposed to be a businessman, but who am I kidding?

Will is the worst thing that has ever happened to me.

No, he is worse than that.

He's worse on worst.

- Jimmy. - What?

- You've got something Will could never have.

- You? - No.

- Oh. - I was gonna say ideas.

Will can wheel and deal in other people's ideas

but he doesn't have them.

Your ideas will come back.

It's just a bad patch.

It'll pass.

- But can I have you?

- Are you gonna stop making enormous decisions without me

and come in from that stupid caravan?

- I know what I need to do.

- Sell the caravan. - No.

If I can just refocus my energy

on being bigger and better than Will,

I know my ideas will come back.

I just wanna do something I can rub his face in.

- Revenge. - Mm.

- I get it. - Mm.

- It's healthy. - Mm.

(laid back music)

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. It's just so weird.

And Zoe can hear us.

- We're in a house full of people who don't sleep.

- What we need is middle of the night sex.

Sex when no one can hear us.

- Is that a, a thing?

- It'd be like deep sleep sex.

Be like a meeting of our subconscious minds.

- Yeah. Count me in.

(calm music)

(phone buzzes)

- Meet me?

Am I gonna go there again?

She's safe here with Billie.

I'll leave a note.

No.

Am I a 2:00 AM girl?

I can be, for tonight anyway.

You are allowed a sex life.

Be Teflon.

Be a non-stick pan.

- Oh. - Uh huh.

Mm. - Oh, yeah.

- Yes. - Yeah, yeah.

- Oh. Okay. - Oh yeah. Mm-hmm.

Now. - Yes.

- Oh. - Okay.

- [Billie] Oh. Stop.

Okay. Go.

Oh, faster. - Yeah?

- Faster. Stop. - Oh.

- Oh, that's good. - Yeah.

- Slowly, slowly.

Oh, okay. Pick it up.

Ooh, oh.

Pick it up, pick it up.

- Yep. - Oh, pick it up.

Oh. (phone clunks)

Nina?

- Keep going.

- Geri. Geri, you've missed your flight.

- No, no. The taxi came.

I just, I've never been to Europe without Darcy before.

And the more I kept thinking about it,

the more I could see his face smiling at me,

just grinning like nothing had happened, you know?

There's a gaping big hole where Darcy used to be,

and I can't ignore it.

I don't want to go to Amsterdam without Darcy.

I don't wanna go home either.

But what do I do?

- You stay here.

We pretend that we are going on holiday.

We don't even need to leave the house.

No one will see you.

We can order in the food and the booze.

We get drunk and stoned.

It'll be just like Amsterdam.

Except that instead of looking at men on bikes,

we could check them out on the internet.

And then at the end of the two weeks,

I will drive you home, relaxed, rested to your family.

They'll never even need to know.

- Really?

Thank you, Marjorie.

- I think you'll be happy here, Dad.

- What are you actually doing?

Oh. Can't sleep?

- Nah, not after your interruption.

You okay? - Yep.

Nope.

(both chuckle)

You've just caught me in the middle

of doing something very foolish.

And the voice inside my head is telling me

what an idiot I am so you don't have to.

- Ah, come on.

2:00 AM foolish is pretty common.

- What am I doing, Mick?

- You know,

I feel like I've landed in a parallel universe.

Darcy's gone.

Jimmy's taking advice from his ashes.

Geraldine has run away.

Zara's hiding.

Billie's fostering dubious street kids.

Cherie's lost her libido.

You've, you know, clearly found yours.

Everyone's coping in their own way.

It's, you've lost your anchor.

You know, you are hurting, Nina.

But I don't think you should be worried.

This isn't the real you.

- Isn't it?

- You just miss your dad.

- Do you think Billie's okay?

- I don't think she's coming back to London with me.

Oh.

(both laugh)

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I shouldn't be smiling.

- No, it's, I, of course I get it.

You need her. She needs you.

And she's happy here.

There's this light in her eyes when she's home.

It's just, it's not there on tour.

- There's a light on tour.

There's lots of light.

I put the light into London.

(phone buzzes)

- Is that your 2:00 AM foolish?

- Shut up.

- You gonna have

to deal with that? - I'm going to bed.

I'm gonna let him know I'm not coming.

- You're not coming back with me.

It's only six months.

(someone knocking)

- [Nina] Is that Brody? It's 2:00 AM.

(vomit splats)

Get in.

(phone ringing)

Oh.

Oh.

- Hello.

- [Caller] Marjorie, your car is still blocking

the parking space.

- I don't care about your parking space.

- You're not Marjorie. - No, I'm the visitor.

- [Caller] I'm sorry. You're innocent.

It's an ongoing issue.

Marjorie makes it difficult for other residents.

- What are you wearing?

- [Caller] What am I wearing?

That's a very fresh question.

Right now, a jumper and not much else.

- Really?

- Look at you.

You're perfect.

I don't need to go anywhere else.

Because you're right here.

I'm not a 2:00 AM girl.

I'm a nice restaurant kind of girl.

Wine, dessert, romance, daytime.

That's the kind of girl I am.

- Silly mommy.

- I am silly.

That's why mommy's never going out ever, ever, ever again.

Dr. Nina Proudman, face of the future,

mother of a gorgeous child, loving daughter,

attentive, apologetic sister,

happily single, respected obstetrician.

- We have a sizable problem.

- Is that code for good news?

- A patient has gone public

with a video supposedly containing damning evidence

of staff negligence here at St. Frances.

It's been posted to various online sites.

Apparently it's going viral.

Medical board are trying to have it removed.

That seems to be an impossible task.

- Have you seen the video?

Wait a minute.

This is not happening.

(upbeat music)