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(mellow music)

(upbeat music)

- Welcome to Jim's.

To start, you'll be enjoying your appetizers

the way my old Pop's used to fine dine,

TV dinner style.

Rissoles with sauce, classic mash,

a cured meat sausage ciggy and wash it down

with a glass of Jim's home-brew.

Then you will experience a West style family cookout.

You'll be treated to friggin' delicious

red peppercorn crusted kanga-brew kebabs

from our very own Chef West.

Next, tripping on mushrooms in warrigal-green forest,

drunk rainbow trout in Duplass chardy,

wabbit stew, a personal fav.

And then the real reason you're here,

but don't tell my uncle.

Dessert.

First, pop my cherry ripe.

Followed by my new creation, six feet under.

You crack open your isomalt ball and viola,

my dead grandparents.

Now in the words of Jim West, fuck off

and get out of my house you wankers.

(everyone claps) - [Man] Bravo, bravo!

(upbeat music)

- So what'd you think?

- Your niece is quite the talent?

- Yeah, I know.

She's a West.

- And she speaks quite highly of you.

I guess she's been working with a different Easton

to one I managed for all those years.

Your dad seemed like a character.

Their just ashes, right?

- Viv, if you're here to lure me back to Shanghai

or Dubai or Brunei or the fucking palace of Versailles,

I'm not interested.

- [Viv] I never picked you for someone

who'd be happy to get out, Sean.

- Actually has done all this. - Easton has paperwork.

- Actually Easton, the reason I'm here is that I'm...

- [Easton] Who was that?

- Congratulations.

They're shutting you down. - Jesus fuck.

- They're what?> - No permits,

no liquor license, no wheelchair access,

human bodies buried outside a commercial dining area.

- Mom's grave is empty. - You are

the culinary equivalent to a meth lab.

No, no, no.

- Oi! - Do not.

- Hey! - No, seriously do not.

- Come back here you gut less gimp.

Come back here!

(Easton groans)

Gimp, here run to mommy.

Go on.

Go on!

Ow.

Yeah.

Why do we even need a wheel chair ramp?

It's four fucking steps.

I'll carry them in.

- I can't believe I trusted you with this shit.

- I've listened to you.

I've supported your wacky ideas.

- Wacky? - Which have mostly

been pretty good but I haven't stopped you

from doing anything.

Corpses, genitals, anything you want?

It's a partnership, no?

- All this for nothing.

- I promise you I'll find out who dobbed us in

and betrayed us. - You did.

You betrayed us.

No one is out to get you.

From publicity comes scrutiny.

Are you a moron? - Yes.

- You made the mess Easton and once again,

we have to clean it up.

I'll do the paperwork, you get the tools

we need to fix the place. - You aren't doing anything.

Yeah, I know since dad died, you become

self appointed manager but we are fine on our own.

- Hey, I offered to look at your books and you went,

oh no, no, no, no need.

So look at us now. - I just can't believe

we have to exhume Pop's ashes and Nan's his whole body.

Well it's either that or we move the entire restaurant.

- Yeah well that's the least of our worries.

- The only reason that I agreed to do this with you

was to honor Pop's memory.

You said that you had changed.

- I'm learning on the job, right?

You think when I was cooking for Noel Gallagher

I was executive chairman of council applications?

No, I people doing that shit.

- Okay, then we're asking Viv for help.

- Viv?

Viv, no, she can't do this.

- Well, she managed to keep your dying career

going until you threw the final pig straw.

- Yeah and plus she's connected.

And if we're gonna keep a restaurant alive we need money.

- No.

Ow, fuck!

I must have pulled my groin. - Good.

All you have to do is just sit there and smile

like a good little boy.

- Sit where?

- The thing is critically, we're killing it

like we are the talk of the culinary world.

- I'm not surprised.

What you've created is truly special.

- Yeah.

We've also been shut down, have no money

and are fucked. - Jesus Christ.

- So we were sort of hoping that you maybe

had an interest in backing Jim's.

- More as a favor to you really.

I mean, I know things didn't end well between us

but this is a good business opportunity.

We will be fine regardless.

- Easton, why do you think I'm here?

- Let me see.

You waited til I was back on top until you showed up

so I'm assuming it's because you want something from.

- You're right, I do.

The 25% of your earnings that you still legally own me.

It seems you're not quite as on top as I thought though

so I guess I'll just have to keep on waiting.

- Why you unscrupulous little leech.

With you it's always take, take, take.

(soft thud)

Fuck.

(bangs table) Get some decent chopsticks, moron.

(people giggle)

- Chef West, little trouble with the sticks ha?

I can get you a fork and a high chair.

Hey, I heard about you guys getting shut down.

There's anything I can do to help-

- Fuck off Ben.

- So how's it all working out for you then?

I was genuinely impressed with Jim's, you know.

It was surprising. - Yeah,

the part where the council guy came and shut us down,

that was, it was definitely surprising.

- Look, I just hate to see your talents get wasted.

The time is right for you.

A female pastry chef with edge and an attitude.

You should come to London.

I could put you in a top kitchen,

even get backing for your own store-

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Are you being serious?

- Well, I'd like to think that this trip

wasn't a complete waste of my time.

- Sorry to interrupt.

I hope you still have room.

- There's always room in my mouth for you, Chef.

Viv, this is my lover Kwame.

Kwame, Viv.

- Nice to meet you. - Hello.

- And these hot crossed bao buns.

- On the house.

- They're amazing.

We're a culinary power couple.

- Well maybe the power couple can take over London.

Bring him along.

Easton got to go off and live his life.

Now it's your turn.

Trust me.

I'm saving you from a sinking ship Diana.

- You'll never get it out.

Nan's special sauce got that umami stank, bra.

Here.

Hey, I was being serious before, about wanting to help out.

I wanna turn Uraidla into a shit hot culinary destination.

I can give you the capital for a 50% stake.

You use the cash to get up to spec.

We both win.

- It was you wasn't it?

Dob us in, shut us down, buy us out.

Classic corporate takeover move.

Fuck! - Okay.

I hate to break your heart but I am not constantly

dreaming of ways to over Easton West 24/7.

You do such a fucking great job of that yourself.

I dig Jim's.

Diana's a talent.

You're you but I can get over that.

Look. I know you can chef but can you do

the actual grunt work needed to run a business?

It's tough work, man and you're no spring chicken.

Look, if you wanna get back up and running anytime soon,

I'm your best bet.

(sniggers) Hey, it really suits you.

Hey, can I get a pic?

I'll put it on the wall of fame. (chuckles)

- Yeah, sure.

Take a picture of this.

- What the fuck dude!

(soft thud)

(upbeat music) (pee trickles)

- Did you have a run in with Ben or something?

- What?

Didn't even speak to a little weasel

and I'm not even sure if he was there.

- Huh?

Pretty sure I saw you talking to him.

- How did you go with Viv?

That whole ra-ra female girl passing help at all?

- No.

Can you smell piss?

- Better off without her anyway.

She's probably the one who dobbed us into the council.

- Makes no sense at all.

Easton, I've got to tell you something.

- [Easton] I'm gonna walk home.

(melancholic music)

- I can't just pack up and go.

I have my parents, my job, my brothers.

- You're 20, okay.

You can't live at home forever.

- Well, it might be easy for you,

but for some of us- - How is it easy for me?

Are you kidding?

My mom's do a wreck over Pop.

Easton's like kind of gotten better,

but he still fucked up the entire business.

So like- - So why try

and make it work when you can just sell out?

Hmm?

- How is taking an amazing opportunity selling out?

Please explain. - There'll be other Viv's

and you know that?

- No, I think you're just worried

that I'm gonna become super famous

in London and hook up with Harry Styles.

- If you want Harry Styles, you should go for Harry Styles!

- Right, maybe I will go for Harry Styles then.

- Then I guess you don't need me anymore

since you have Harry Styles. - I guess not.

(Diana giggles)

Oh my God.

- [Easton] Maybe we can try it in your bed for once.

- Why?

Isn't this more fun?

(Easton sighs)

What's wrong?

Groin?

- Nah, I've just been thinking.

- Oh. - Maybe it's just a sign.

I've been in this game for most of my life.

And I know I've probably still got plenty in me, but...

- Is it the fact that it's not the Easton charm anymore

getting you down?

- No, if anything she's probably better off

without me overshadowing her. - Oh, you think

you're overshadowing her?

- I'm Easton West, yeah.

You ever think about giving it up?

- No.

- But don't you wanna not have to worry about anything,

enjoy life?

- I am, this is what makes me happy.

I'm good at it.

I'm successful. - Yeah.

Well I'm good and successful too, but success

isn't everything.

Should I move in?

- What?

- I can cook, help with the vineyards.

You we can get a dog, ducks. (Margot coughs and laughs)

- Stop.

Whoever this Easton who's talking right now he's not real

and he's not gonna be here for long.

- Well you don't know me. - I think I do.

You're not my first rodeo cowboy

and the idea of being with someone with no purpose,

well, that person wouldn't be very appealing to me sexually.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

God forbid I wouldn't be appealing to you sexually.

And I have purpose.

I wasn't even being serious.

I was just bouncing some ideas around.

You know, I'm at the top of my game for fuck's sake?

Okay, I'm just gonna go.

I've got some work to do.

- Yes, she do and not just on your restaurant.(giggles)

Meanwhile, my barrel room door is always open. (giggles)

- [Brett] Planning on going somewhere?

- No.

- Oh, that's weird because when people apply for passports

they're usually going somewhere.

- No, it's just in case for the future,

you know, with Brexit. - Yeah.

Totally makes sense.

I'm assuming it's the United Kingdom

you're running off to then.

(both chuckle)

- No I'm not running off to the UK.

- 'Cause if you're gonna Brexit you're home,

you should probably give your mom the heads up

since she's been trying to keep that restaurant alive

every night.

- She also doing that for herself and for Pop you know,

it's not just for me. - Yeah, yeah.

I'm not trying to sway you either way.

I'm just saying there's a heap of knife attacks in London.

- Bretty this is actually an amazing opportunity for me.

I could have my very own

store- - Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I suck at secrets, especially when it comes to your mother.

Remember when you told me you smoked a joint for the first,

told me not to tell your mom?

- Yeah. - I told you mom.

- I know.

Brett, the restaurant is doomed and there's so much to do

it would be stupid for me not to consider this.

- Yeah, but your mom's done all the council paperwork BS.

And they're hard at it right now.

So there's also a chance it's not doomed

so you should also consider that.

You should also consider adding milk to your cereal

'cause that tastes like fricking cardboard

and there's a good chance you'll constipate yourself.

Have a good one.

(Diana crunches)

- You were right.

We can totally fix this ourselves.

We don't wanna be owned by anyone.

- You can't just do that in call it a ramp.

- Yeah, I'm aware of that Denise.

This is the first step of a ramp.

- Is that according to the idiot's guide to ramp building?

- Well, I'm trying to fix this.

You don't have to use that tone.

Why are you being so mean?

- Excuse me?

- So I reckon Pops camp is probably a good spot.

- What are you doing?

- I'm helping by moving my grandparents

to a nice area away from the restaurant?

- Oh, we can take care of that.

- I think you probably gonna need all of us

to move Grandma June's coffin mom.

And really it's okay.

I can handle it.

- Well, I appreciate that Diana

but Easton and I can do it together.

Alone. - Yeah.

Yeah, why don't you go and grab us all lunch?

- I'm not paying for it.

- Oh, yeah yeah, sure.

- Purse is in the car. - Oh yeah.

Why don't we just tell her?

- Because I don't want her thinking her entire family

are a bunch of dysfunctional liars.

- But we are.

- [Denise] Bye.

- [Easton] Surely that'll do.

- This is not big enough.

- Oh, it doesn't need to be exact.

Oh Jesus.

- See, it's too short.

What the...

- You really loved that greyhound.

- Oh, just hurry up.

We need to make it look like we've excavated a coffin

before Diana gets back. - Well, if you wanna go

full method, mom was shorter than you.

- Do you think she's still alive?

- I don't know Denise.

Does it matter?

I guess it means that you and I are next, hey?

- You'll be first, fingers crossed.

(Denise chuckles) - Well, I'm really glad

that the idea of my death fills you with such joy.

- You left me with him. - Oh, here we go again.

Yes, I left.

I abandoned you and dad.

I'm an asshole. - With his body

and he was just laying there with his eyes open.

And at one point I heard this (groans).

And then there was this ant crawling on his face

and I tried to grab it, but I missed.

And so the ant went inside, in his mouth.

You spend a lifetime with someone and then at the end of it,

the only image that comes to your mind

when you think of them is an ant crawling

into the open mouth of a dead face.

That's it, that's a beautiful memory.

You know I thought it was so gross

when you still wanted to do the restaurant.

But then I figured, (sighs) at least

it kept him alive in a weird way.

- Yeah, I'll fix it.

I'm fixing it. - Yeah, you can't.

You can't fix it on your own and you know it.

I had to cough up for the funeral.

Why stop now?

- No, no, no, no.

You are not paying for this.

- I'm so tired of being the only adult in this family.

- Oh Denise don't....

That is weird.

Denise.

Denise?

(shovel thuds)

(people murmur)

- Who the hell is this bitch?

(phone rings)

Hi, I got your lunch but I may have accidentally eaten it.

- [Easton] Can you meet me at Zhao's in five?

- [Diana] Hmm, might be a bit of a stretch.

Hey, what is happening?

- We need to know that nothing will change.

We're still in charge.

- Nothing will change.

You'll just be better off, open, legal and owned by me.

- Co-owned. - It will still be Jim's.

Zhao's Jim's.

Just kidding. (chuckles)

That's my boy. - Yay.

Baby? - Yeah.

Guess who's joining the fam?

Or are you joining our fam?

- It will be one big happy fam

'cause I'm gonna back these bustards.

- Really? - Hmm mm.

- So have you broken the news to Viv, or Harry Styles?

- Harry and I will just have to keep it long distance

for now. - What's he talking about?

- Oh, just Harry Styles,

just some guy. - No, with Viv.

- I don't know, she was just talking about me

maybe going to London for a bit.

It's really no big deal. - Being offered

your own store is a pretty big deal, I think.

- Here we go.

To us, master and apprentice back together, but reversed,

hey? (chuckles)

Oh relax man.

I'm kidding.

I mean masters plural, like me and Di.

- Yeah. (chuckles)

- You think you're better than me do you?

Is that what you think?

- What are you doing?

- Let's see who the real master is.

(whisk taps)

(upbeat music)

- They're both pretty good.

- Of course they're not gonna admit mine's better.

- Easton no one cares that you know how

to make a stupid omelet.

- You do realize that the only reason Viv asked you

was to get back at me.

That's all this is aby.

- Sure.

Whatever makes you feel better.

Now, can we let Ben get back to work, please?

- Poached, fried, scrambled.

(upbeat music)

- Easton for fried. - Ha!

- Ben for scrambled. - Oh fuck off fembot.

You're taste buds are scrambled.

- Hey, don't talk to my stuff

like that. - Easton,

you're gonna blow this. - Oh, I thought

you were off to London anyway love.

- Oh my God.

You are such a jealous petty loser.

- Hey, why don't you bugger off

and do your little Princess Diana act.

- That's great. - You know what,

it'll end up an even bigger car crash.

- Hmm mm. - You know if it wasn't

for me, you'd still be pimping crappy cakes in the gutter.

I made you and if you weren't young, fat and female

no one would offer you shit.

- I don't like you.

- The real Easton West returns.

Are we done?

- Julienne, jardiniere, brunoise.

(upbeat music)

- You need to go and apologize to her.

- Excuse me?

You're a big, tough guy.

You need to know your place in the kitchen.

- Done.

I win.

(Easton slams table)

You're embarrassing yourself man.

(Easton grunts)

Whoa, hey.

Seriously, put that down.

That's my special sauce, dude.

(Easton grunts)

(glass shatters) (everyone gasps)

- Just what it needed.

A smear of your Nan's fucking special sauce

all over your Nan's special fucking face.

(uptempo music)

- Hey mom. - Oh.

Oh dear.

Oh Diana, hi.

- Brought you lunch. - Oh, I'm not that hungry

so... - Great.

So, I got to tell you something.

- Yep. - You know that Viv woman?

- Yeah.

- So the other night she was kinda asked me...

What the fuck?

Is that Grandma June? - Yep, I know, I know.

I've been in shock.

I mean, I thought that your pop would

at least have used a coffin.

I knew he was a tight old bastard.

But...

Yep, very, very odd.

(awkward chuckles) I mean he buries his wife with the dog.

I mean who does that?

- Mom.

Mom?

- Yeah.

- Where's Grandma June?

(uptempo music) (loud thuds)

(whisker whirs)

(soft thud)

- Has Diana come back or? - No.

(fire crackles)

(Easton sighs)

- I was thinking, we don't want outsiders interfering

in our business.

So maybe we should just keep the restaurant

in the family if you have the money that is.

- Okay.

(fire crackles)

(melancholic music)

(bird flutters)

(gunshot)

(soft thud)

Dinner?

(upbeat music)