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[upbeat music]

[birds chirping]

[camera clicking]

- Don't slash

- I had scoliosis in year eight.

Don't shame me.

- [Director] Maybe
try a thumbs up.

- So have you settled
on a headline?

I was thinking, and
I'm just riffing here.

A legend gives back.

- How about hot
buns, hotter ass.

[Camerawoman laughing]

- Okay, I think we're
good for this shot.

I'll just check.

- Yeah.

- We gotta get these two out
of here before Jim sees them.

A double homicide is bad PR.

- I'm sure you'd find
a way to spin it.

- I should have waited until
we could access the new space.

- What space?

- I found a space.

- Oh, cool.

Where is it?

- Well, the partners are yet
to make any formal decisions.

- Its just down the
road, [indistinct].

We open in a month.

You'll love it, trust me.

- [Director] Okay, well look,

the insert shot looks great.

We just need a portrait of dye

for the main image
and we're done.

- Okay, when you
say main image, you?

- [Director] Well, we
need an image of dye

that speaks your quote,

where you call her

Australia's most exciting
new culinary voice.

- Yeah, okay.

Um, I think you might find

that I also mentioned that

I'm a Michelin Star chef
returning to his hometown.

- Oh, I don't think our readers

are too concerned with stars,

but they'll be dropped
in there somewhere.

- This rags food writer.

- Food in fashion.

- And you wanna
play down the return

of one of the most
renowned chefs

this country's ever produced?

- Well, after what
happened in Shanghai.

- You mentioned
that in this article

I will ram that
camera so far up your.

- It's called Diana.

The restaurant is called Diana

Eastern named it.

Chef stepping out
of the limelight.

Championing new female voices.

- Yes.

Yes, this partnership with
Diana is a way for me.

Fuck off.

- I'm sorry?

- Don't write that, I'll
be back in a second.

Put the gun away,
you fucking lunatic.

- All right, lets do this.

- [Jim] Don't you
come here mate.

Don't you come here.

- [Eastern] Don't
fucking, get out of here.

- [Jim] I'll do whatever
I please where I like.

[camera clicks]

- [Eastern] Yeah, look.

There's a rabbit over there.

Go, go, rabbit.

[camera clicks]

[rock music]

- [Eastern] Having a
truly world class chef

in the neighborhood
would really help

put your radar on the map.

- We've already got
people like Benza

putting us on the map.

- [Eastern] Yeah, well
I'm talking the world map,

not the local street directory.

Now our industry
needs revitalizing.

Imagine what someone like me

could do with a space like this.

- Yeah, well I've
outgrown this space,

but I am looking for
a long term tenant.

What's your vision
for this space?

Diana, says here you are
quite the wunderkind.

- Oh.

[Diana chuckles]

I don't know, I don't refer
to myself as a wunderkind.

I'm not that arrogant,
that's more his style,

but yeah, my vision.

I guess family
really is the key.

Like I use my grandma
Junes recipes as inspo,

which are the same ones
that Easton grew up with.

- Yeah, well when I.

- So my vision
really is like about

like super personal,
super-now food porn.

Think like pastry
Queen Christina Tosi

banging barbecue king
first and then like.

- Yeah,

Obviously, this
is all the context

of a fine dining establishment.

What I'm suggesting
is us partnering up.

You provide the space,
we provide the talent,

and we can negotiate
profit share.

- You want free rent?

- Oh no, what I want
is an investor with

the smarts and the brains

to see what a no
brainer this is.

I mean, Diana's gonna
be the next big thing.

- I'm working on
the vines tomorrow

and we stop for lunch at one.

Bring a dessert.

- Done.

- And your business plan.

- Thanks for your
time, Mr. Plus.

- It's Margo.

- Why do I feel like I've just
been to see the headmistress?

- Yeah, headmistress you
wanna get spanked by I bet.

You naughty boy.

- Don't fuck this up.

- Please, Miss,

I've been a naughty boy.

Spank me.

- Just grow up.

- [Diana] Margo is going to
cream her jocks over this.

- So what are you gonna call it?

- Grandma Junes Moon Shines
Over The Black Forest.

- Oh, pretentious.

- I know, right?

- Oh, wow.

- Oh yeah, The Moon Shines
is Pop's actual moon shine.

Nasty on its own,
magic in my pud.

- Diana, if we don't
get baking by tomorrow

we'll be selling bags
of self raising flour

and instruction manuals.

- It's just a quick lunch meet.

You keep going, and
when I get back,

we'll just smash
out the rest, yeah?

- Fine, but I'm supposed to
be done at four so I have to.

Crap.

Does my breath smell of booze?

[Diana laughing]

- You had one spoonful, dude.

- Diana, when were you planning
on telling me about this?

- The internet?

- This.

- Oh.

- What on earth
are you thinking?

You told a newspaper
before asking me,

and with my brother.

- I don't really need to
ask your permish, mom.

Yeah, and Eastern's
a changed man.

He's turning over a new leaf.

- I'm a changed man, westers.

I'm turning over a
new leaf, et cetera,

et cetera.

[Denise laughing]

Did he seriously say the
word et cetera out loud?

- See, this is why
I didn't tell you.

Brett, I need that for today.

- Diana he is using you.

- Nobody wanted my body
positive ass ballooning

out of their morning paper
before he came along, mom.

- As long as you are
living in this house,

you will not be
associating with that man.

- Is that a threat?

- Yes.

- No.

No, it's just parenting.

- I've gotta go.

- No, Diana.

[feet tapping]

[car key jingle]

[Diana huffs]

[car key jingle]

- Mom, wait.

I need the car.

Wait, wait.

Oh, come on.

Mom, this isn't fair.

- Sorry.

[car door beeping]

- Mom, I have a
business meeting.

[orchestral music]

Mom.

Mom.

Brett?

[Diana groans]

At least Eastern can make his
own pasta sauce, you freak.

- Maybe we just get
back to work then?

- Please lend me your drive.

[bike chains jingle]

[Diana breathing deeply]

[orchestral music continues]

Oh, no.

I'm coming.

I'm coming.

- [Eastern] Glad to see
you dressed up for it.

Where's your car?

- Its mom's car
and she's not happy

about the article,

us.

- She was born unhappy.

- Well, she threatened
to kick me out.

- My first night in London,
I slept under a bridge.

It's character building.

- That does explain
your character.

- Don't touch that stuff.

Its organized.

- How exactly?

From pretty useless to
completely fucking useless?

- What are you looking for?

Keys to my yurt,

unless you're gonna ding
me on your handle buss.

[TV talks]

- Can you just apologize?

- I'm sorry, I had the
keys the whole time.

- To mom, you dingus.

Otherwise, shes not gonna let
me do the restaurant with you.

- Apologize to Denise, for what?

- For whatever it is
you did to mess her up.

I don't know it can
be a fake apology.

You're good at those.

- I'm not the one who
owes her an apology.

He's the one who raised
her on a burial ground.

He's the one who turned
her into a nut job, not me.

- What do you mean
burial ground?

[ominous music]

What do you mean burial ground?

[bushes rustle]

No.

No, he did not.

- The final resting place
of your grandma June.

Romantic, huh?

And after that, Jim
checked out a fatherhood

to drink and race greyhounds.

I cooked for Denise,
I took her to school.

So what part of that
should I apologize for?

- Eish, Pops.

It's eccentric and
then there's illegal.

- You really want
this restaurant?

- Of course.

- Then be prepared
to sacrifice anything

to achieve that dream.

Friends, phones,

parkour, whatever dumb
fuck shit you kids

are obsessed with these days.

It's gone.

- That dumb fuck
shit is my mom, dude.

- What'd you make?

- Black Forest Moon Shine Cake

that'll kick your
square in the nuts.

But can we please just.

Wait, Eastern I need
to put deodorant on.

I smell like backyard grave.

- You're a mess I'm
better off on my own.

Just, you stay here and try

and grow a pair
before I get back.

- Eastern, we're partners!

I have a pair, you fuck knuckle.

They're just all up inside me.

Sorry, gran.

[upbeat drum music]

[ominous music]

- Quite a spy.

- Hello, where's your niece?

Diana wanted to let her
work speak for itself.

- Right, come on then.

It's lunch folks.

[wine cork pops]

[indistinct chatter]

- I foraged in these
hills as a kid,

and hunted and fished.

Grew up and stuff.

Can taste the earth and
the food around here.

- There's plenty of mushrooms
around at the moment actually.

There's pine, lawyers rig,

magic.

I'd suggest we go get some

but your shoes seem
so perfectly shiny.

- Hand made Italian leather.

My one vice.

[indistinct chatter continues]

Wow.

That's got some bite.

- Our wines are 100% natural.

No pesticides, no preservatives.

Just the taste of grape.

- One of those.

- What does that mean?

- Nothing, nothing.

- So what brings you
home, Eastern West,

celebrity chef?

- I'm here to support my niece.

- God, I hope your food's easier

to swallow than your bullshit.

[phone ringing]

- [Eastern] Eastern west,
you know what to do.

[Diana groans]

[lively ukulele music]

[tomatoes squish]

- Homemade pasta sauce?

- Yeah.

- Uh, you know if you
just pierce the tomato

and drop it in boiling water
the skin comes right off.

- Oh no, I'm doing
it the proper way.

No, honey,

that sounds like cheating.

- It's not though.

[water bubbling]

[Denise sighs]

Only takes a minute.

- Just don't tell anyone
that I took a shortcut.

- Your secrets safe with me.

What kind of pastry
were you gonna make?

- Napolitana.

- No, I mean like
what kind of pasta?

Fettuccine?

Penne?

- I haven't decided yet.

[phone chimes]

Guess she's not
coming back after all.

- Oh, she has my bike.

- I can give you a lift.

I'm going to the shops anyway.

I need to get yeast.

- For the pasta?

- Oh.

[Margo groans]

- She's good, right?

- Why isn't she here again?

- I just thought we should talk.

Just the grownups.

Diana's talented.

She's a West,

but she got a lot to
learn about what it takes.

The sacrifice, the commitment,

the ethics of the business.

[Margo laughing]

- You're gonna teach
her about ethics?

- I'm a man of many talents.

- [Worker] This
dessert is amazing.

- So, this is where
all the magic happens.

Hey?

- Yep.

All my sins happen right here.

- Look, I know people think
I'm a loose cannon or whatever,

but you know what I
can do in the kitchen

and you've tasted
Diana's talent, so.

Yeah, we could.

[metal door bangs]

- Take your pants off.

Don't be scared.

I'll show you mine.

Unless you're too shy?

- No.

No, I'm good.

[glass clinking]

- What the freaking
shit happened here?

- Pop, are you okay?

- What are you done?

- Come on, ya' old basket.

It's just junk.

We are having a family roast.

I figure, you know,

if Eastern's gonna leave me here

I'm gonna get this family
talking to each other again.

So we can cook grandma
Junes recipes and.

- You're not touching another
damn thing in this house.

This is my fucking house.

And I like it exactly the
way it presently fucking is.

- Pop, I'm sorry.

I didn't realize.

[phone chimes]

A bunch of psychos, all of you.

- [Jim] And don't touch
my fucking pigeons.

[door shuts]

- So, we just seal the deal.

- Wow, you're a real poet,

aren't you?

Hit the spot.

Not sure I'd seal the deal.

- Huh, but what did
we just do then?

I mean, I know what it was,

done it before but.

[Margo laughs]

Where you going?

Just wait, we need to
talk about the space.

Look, you've tried Diana's cake.

People are lapping up the story.

I came all the way out here.

- Alone.

That cake can't speak for
Diana, neither can you.

- She's 19 years old.

What are you gonna talk about?

Selfies and neon
hair extensions?

- Do you have any capital,
any cash reserves?

Where's the business
plan I asked for?

- I am the business plan.

I'm Eastern fucking West.

- And what's Eastern West
gonna do in a months time

when he can't pay his vendors
and this all falls apart?

You know, old white guys

don't get too many second
chances these days.

I'm sorry, Eastern.

I can't help you.

No pay, no play.

[Eastern breathing deeply]

Staff, you're just
like the rest of them.

- What?

- You think you're
the only woman

who wants to fuck
up famous chef?

It's a cliche to fuck me.

It's a good cliche 'cause
it means I get fucked a lot.

[Margo laughing]

- Tell Diana I loved her cake.

- Oh, good you're still here.

- Ow, watch it.

- You cleaned up.

Sort of.

Haven't seen the place
this clean, since.

- I thought it might be
nice to have a family roast,

you know, clear the air.

Seeing as every one of you is
an emotional dumpster fire.

We can't actually do that.

- Well you'll be pleased to know

you didn't miss out on much.

That woman is not someone
we'll be doing business with.

- I knew you'd fuck it up.

- I didn't fuck it up.

She's a whack job.

She makes natural wine taste

like titty and sheep's piss.

- This was never
gonna work, was it?

[metals clashing]

[ominous music]

- Diana?

[ominous music continues]

[Denise breathing deeply]

- Fuck.

[Brett laughing]

- Oh Melissa, my Brett
Frazer listener, hey baby

Look at that.

- Very good, Brett.

Very Italian.

Very authentic.

- I can give you a few
lessons if you're lucky.

- Everyone can make pasta.

Children can make pasta.

Six year olds can make pasta.

There's probably a Labrador
on YouTube hand making yoki.

[phone ringing]

- Oh, Diana doesn't care if
you can make pasta or not.

- Can you just.

Yes, sorry,

yes?

- [Eastern] It's me.

- What do you want?

- [Eastern] You have to
come over for dinner.

I'm sorry, okay,

for just turning
up the other night.

- Brett and I are making
fettuccine napolitana, sorry.

- [Eastern] Oh, come on, Denise.

You probably don't even
know how to skin a tomato.

- Pierce the skin and
drop it in boiling water.

Goodbye.

[phone clicking]

- If you don't go, you're
gonna lead her right to him.

Just saying.

[upbeat ominous music]

[knife chopping]

[oil sizzling]

[upbeat ominous music continues]

[knife chopping]

[upbeat drum music]

- Yeah, real nice up here, Jim.

- See you let them
clean the kitchen down.

- Didn't have any
bloody choice, did I?

- Just like mum used
to have it, hey sis.

[metal pot clanks]

- Oh, something smells nice.

- Madam?

- Oh yes, please.

- Has he been cooking like
this every day for you, dad?

Least you can do
for a free room.

- It's my room.

- It was our room.

- Why can't he live
with you a lot?

- No, he's not my
responsibility.

- He's your stinking brother.

- He's your stinking son.

- Ahem, hi.

So we have Easterns recreation

of grandma June's Coq au
vin with a pigeon twist.

Thanks Pop.

Paired with a pair
vinaigrette salad.

And I have a very special
dessert for you West kids,

coming right up.

Don't just sit there like
a bunch of frigid bitches,

chow down fam.

[Brett chuckles]

Oh, that's good.

[ominous tone begins]

Grandma Junes lemon tart with
a Diana West bourbon glaze

to kick you up your cootch.

[Brett laughing]

- Oh, I wanna kick my cootch.

[glass plates clinking]

- It's delicious, Diana.

[glass clinking]

- So I know Easton coming home

has been a surprise for us all.

And I should have told you
before we did that article.

Sorry.

But like it or not,

we're stuck with each
other until we're dead.

So, we better just deal with it.

- I'm pretty sure that
Easton is stuck here

because he got extradited
by the Chinese government.

- Just trying to
help your daughter.

- Help, exploit,

et cetera, et cetera.

- And I know grandma
June's death still hurts,

for all of you.

I mean, Pops still sleep with
her buried outside his window,

which is a bit hectic.

No judgment.

So what if

this restaurant was a way

to honor her memory?

Celebrate her?

Easton and I were thinking
if Pop will have us,

that we could have
the restaurant here,

in this house.

It would be the
ultimate family story

and a story that
we're all a part of.

And we could call it June.

- So you gonna steal my daughter

and you're gonna make a buck

out of our families tragic past?

Wow, you really are a piece.

- Jesus, I'm not
stealing anyone.

[Jim shouting]

- I'm loving June's tart.

- Don't blame Eastern, mum.

These are my ideas.

- That's what those
Manson girls thought

before they murdered
those people.

- All right, now
I'm Charles Manson.

- I can think for
myself, I am an adult.

- No, you are naive,

ridiculous, deluded child.

Diana, as long as you
are living under my roof.

- You know what, keep your roof.

Okay?

'Cause this diluted child
is just gonna live here

with her business partner.

- You can't trust him.

- What is your problem?

He told me everything.

What happened
after grandma died,

he told me that he took
care of you and he fed you.

- And then he left.

- I thought the food
tonight was excellent.

[chair scrapes]

[footsteps pat]

- You are not using this
house and calling it June.

Do you know how insulting,
how ridiculous that is?

- She was my mom too.

You don't get to
own being sad just

because you stayed here
and got pickled in despair,

like an emotionally
stunted cornichons.

Poor woman's probably rolling

in her grave out there
listening to all this.

- Ah.

You really still think
that she's buried out

in the backyard, don't you?

Well, this is awkward.

[Denise laughing]

- What's she talking about?

Where's she going?

[metal cranking]

- Your little family
story is a lie.

Just like everything else
about you, Easton West.

God, that name.

It'll take you all of four
minutes to come up with that.

Brett, we're going.

- [Brett] Yep.

- And once you're done,
you just keep on digging

and take yourself back to China.

[shoes clacking]

[ominous music]

[door slams]

[crickets chirping]

[Easton breathes deeply]

- I'm sorry, sorry mum.

Sorry, mum.

I'm sorry.

[breathing heavily]

Dad.

[wolf howls]

[upbeat music]