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Ooh.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no! Oh, no!

Scarlet, you got any of that black lippy?

- Hello? - Well, do ya?

Well, I've seen better heads on a mug of beer!

Ooh! This bitch is gonna die on you any minute.

Got a spare?

Yes. In the boot.

We've got all night. Do you?

18 hours and 22 minutes, to be exact.

Until I lose my freedom. OK.

Is he OK?

I hope he doesn't want to kill us.

I can't deal with that again.

Whoop!

Do any of you, uh, know how to change a flat?

I-I could give you instructions.

Really thorough instructions.

Something wrong with your hands and knees, Andretti?

Yes, they're clean.

- Oh. - And it's Adrian.

Well, I'm Venus, and this is Magnolia and Celeste.

They're our dancer names. Whoo!

You want us on our hands and knees?

What she means is,

we can change it, but what's in it for us?

Uh...

Drinks!

I-I promise, I-I will bring drinks

every time I come back here - forever!

Give him a hand, Cerise.

Losing your freedom, eh?

Getting married?

What I'm about to do now is unthinkable,

but nothing at all will happen because of it, OK?

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Dr Mills, do we have to do this?

I really, really don't want to.

This is a very important step, OK?

Adrian, perhaps you can follow,

but you will have to remove your gloves.

Simone. As quick as you like.

There is a shower and a sink if you need it.

Well done.

Er, p-please don't touch my car with your shoes!

I didn't mean to run into your car!

Are... are you alright?!

Ooh!

Oh! Uh... over here!

On its side.

All... all of them, on their side.

Excellent.

Thank you.

Mmm!

You can take the car if you want.

Mate, you're going to need a tow truck for that.

Why don't you just roll it into your garage?

- I'll give you a hand. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Uh, I don't have a remote for the garage.

One, two, three...

Tuesday, 1:33pm.

Adrian. Stan.

I know you're disappointed by the suspension.

I was hoping three months might be enough to get back on track.

Premium Motors need you as much as you need us, believe me.

Call me, or maybe respond to an email.

Tuesday, 1:33pm.

Adrian, just your father.

Wondering how the new therapist is going. Call us?

Adrian, Stan. Again. Remember me, your boss?

Are you alive? Any progress?

Any plans to call me back?

Have you spoken to your parents since you moved?

No, no, no, I'm letting them get over

the money they wasted on that radical treatment centre.

They paid for two months, and I was only there for two hours.

But I did email them twice.

Two hours? Why did you agree to go at all?

Forced mental health leave

really brought out my sense of adventure?

I mean, ever since Melinda,

my only successful relationship has been my research position.

Until Premium Motors suspended me because,

well, evidently, not turning up and missing deadlines,

it loses its mystery after a while.

I was given three months to improve

or lose my position permanently.

I agreed to this therapy as a condition of my suspension.

You've mentioned Melinda several times.

Was the end of that relationship

a significant turning point for you?

For your obsessive-compulsive disorder?

Why did it end?

Well... mmm...

..there was an incident, and I'm not proud of it.

Let's talk about that.

Well, we'd have to rewind three years, now, wouldn't we?

Mmm.

OK, well... Melinda and I are taking a walk,

and then I see this huge slobbering dog.

Oh, my God!

So I take cover behind her,

pushing her accidentally into the bike lane.

Then suddenly she gets hit by an ice-cream bike vendor.

And then I just run away.

Oh, God!

And then Melinda says something I'll never forget.

If this house was on fire and I was trapped

and you were in the bathroom, in one of your rituals...

..would you be able to break out and save your life?

Save my life?

And that was it.

And Melinda wouldn't answer my calls, and...

..yeah, and then my OCD, it skyrocketed

and I can't... can't leave my house very often.

I can't finish my work on time.

And, well, here I am

with two months left to babysit my panic.

Was Melinda the last person

with whom you engaged in any physical affection?

Yes.

How does that make you feel?

Fine.

I am so sorry.

This was put through as urgent?

I shouldn't be interrupted unless it's a patient matter.

Adrian, I am terribly sorry,

but I have an urgent...

Family matters.

I'll be right back.

I know you're probably surprised to see me here.

Yep. First time.

I'm kept locked up because I'm too sexual.

That makes everybody uncomfortable.

But I need to get a few things off my chest.

I've tried them all.

Straight-laced cocky bankers, married cheaters,

young horny kids who think they're old enough,

oldies on Viagra who think they're young enough,

party maniacs,

empty shells who just want to please you,

aloof, disconnected arseholes

who just wanna pound you until they pass out,

needy drainers who touch you too much,

and secretive egomaniacs who can never touch you enough,

but...

..Sledgehammer has taken the cake.

Er, S-Sledgehammer's a person?

Supposedly. He says he loves me, but doesn't even know me.

Love is a spontaneous fucking reaction

and he just wants to possess me.

Let's make one thing clear.

I don't do love.

We don't 'make love'. We sleep together.

But as soon as I'm not turned on anymore,

like after an orgasm,

I don't want to lie underneath him, or anyone.

I don't want to feel his weight or his sweat or his breath.

It's boring.

It's worse than boring. It is empty and gross.

It's a reoccurring thing for me.

Have you ever felt anything like that?

Yes. Sweat and breath, it can be awful.

Yeah, too right.

But you can't suppress your natural urges, now, can you?

Ooh! Don't look so perturbed.

It's only natural.

There is nothing like a bit of spontaneous action in life.

And that's me.

I am all about... action.

You don't know much about spontaneity, do you?

Yes, it promotes freedom.

It allows you to turn off your analytical mind

so creativity can shine through.

Hm. Pretty smart for a shrink.

But why are you just standing there?

You would be so cute if you weren't so rigid.

Is it some kind of technique?

Because actually, it just looks fucking nuts.

No, it is nuts. But I'm not...

Oh, whatever. Stand there if you want to.

We need to talk about Sledge.

We do?

OK. Here's the situation.

After we screw in the cubicle, Sledge gets clingy, as usual.

Hey, let's paint together?

Then he delivers the big news for our collective.

He's Skyped with the top online

international street art gallery in London.

So, I just got this email from Street Art Universe.

- Mmm? - Street Art fucking U!

Inviting Cognitus to do the collective exhibition.

G, you know what this fuckin' means?

We've been waiting for this for ages.

Hey, you should do the centrepiece, yeah?

G, I want you to do the fuckin' centrepiece.

Get the dog out of here.

And then he starts on at me about the dog.

I just feel sorry for Ganja, you know?

Like, playing hard to get's pretty fucking cruel

when you extend it to dogs.

Grace likes dogs, I don't.

Like, look at his face.

That face is saying, "Don't be a bitch to me."

Finally, he tries blackmail on for size.

You know, as a starting out artist,

you know what this is gonna do for you, right?

Like, the fuckin' centrepiece of my exhibition of my life

and I don't even get a piece,

like, the tiniest fuckin' morsel of what's in your life.

Like, if we're gonna do this, G, let's fuckin' do it, OK?

Do you want this fuckin' centrepiece or not?!

OK. Now you're just freaking me out.

I switched.

And now I'm here because

Grace doesn't want to know the details,

but she should.

OK, so, who's Grace?

Aren't you the expert on multiple personality disorder?

Look... Dr Di Scala, is it?

Yes.

Grace?

Who are you?

I'm your therapist. Karen Di Scala.

Have you seen me before?

Is my voice familiar?

I've only ever heard your last name.

Evidently.

So, who's that?

I'm a patient.

Oops.

OK, I... I should get going, Karen. Um...

Thank you, Adrian.

- That's OK. - Yes. Thank you, Adrian.

Oh, no... no, no, thank you, Grace.

And Karen.

- Oh! You, uh... - Oh.

- You dropped something. - Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Did we cross paths earlier at the practice and...

Yes, yes. I-I'm also the guy that nearly ran you over.

Adrian.

Grace.

- Do you live in Angus Street? - Yeah, why?

Oh, no, no, I moved in there a few weeks ago.

I've seen you with the, uh... dogs.

Yeah.

Art. It doesn't pay often enough.

You're not collecting dogs now, are you?

Oh, great. Excellent.

Well, I guess we're going in the same direction. Shall we?

Didn't you leave Karen's over an hour ago?

Yeah, yeah. I guess I was still walking.

I... I'm not driving anymore. You don't drive, do you, Grace?

No. Maybe one day.

Oh, I love driving fast.

It's just, well... I ruined my car cleaning it.

I thought cleaning a car was a good thing.

Um, well, my cleaning and your cleaning

are probably different.

Though, I-I love walking. It's great.

Sometimes I just walk around and around my block.

Your block.

Our block, I suppose.

Ooh, this is mine! I live in my dad's garage space.

Cool.

- Your dad works in there? - Oh, no, not anymore.

He used to store race cars there,

but, well, they moved to Queensland

to cure his rheumatoid arthritis

and my mother's bad temper.

You live in that one, right?

Well... well, I suppose this is where one neighbour...

I'm sorry I can't invite you in.

Oh! Oh, no, no, no, no, don't be.

I don't have visitors ever. Ever!

It's like a policy of mine.

Please don't take it personally.

No, no. No. No, it's fine. Me neither.

I never have guys over.

Excellent! Sh-shall we?

Uh...

OK.

Dammit!

Oh, dammit!

Yarggh!

Oh, shit! Damn!

Grace!

Grace?

So, I'm thinking Time Line, yeah?

For the title and theme of the exhibition? Time Line?

- What, like Facebook? - Not like Facebook, man.

Fuck Facebook. Like, come on. It's a big moment for us, yeah?

We should sum that up.

We should sum everything up, like...

..like life, birth, death.

Sex. Innocence. Deceit, trust. You know?

Let's put every artwork in a bottle.

The solitude of the artist, or sexual repression.

Yeah, alright, Frida Kahlo.

Can we just hold on the false gender dichotomy shit?

My intergalactic neon tigers need to fit in here.

That's right.

Oh, Rajib! Fuck, man! Come on!

Khordadian Dance 2 is going to be the basis

of my first interactive video art installation.

Yes, yes, yes!

Installation video is the most common form of video art today!

- We know! - We got it.

Good.

OK.

Can I get you something, Doc?

Yeah. Uh, I wanna buy some Coke.

Because I don't want to drink.

Uh... Coca-Cola, not cocaine, obviously.

I mean, I do want to drink Coca-Cola.

I don't want to drink alcohol.

Alcohol, cocaine, it's absurd. It's bad for your brain.

You lose brain cells every time you consume it.

And neurological damage from narcotics is immense.

Never mind the chance of a mini stroke.

Well, you're in luck.

Because we have Coke... a-Cola.

Thank you.

That'll be a whole $4, thanks.

Mm-hm. Yes.

Oh...

Let's just say... you owe me.

G?

Come sit.

It needs to be exciting. The title needs to have guts.

Yeah, whatever. I still like my concept, though.

Yeah, of course you do, mate!

Building on Sledge's concept,

how about 'animal instincts' as the theme?

But is that original enough?

What about Animal Spirits?

It was a term chosen

by John Maynard Keynes in his 1936 economic book

The General Theory Of Employment, Interest And Money

to describe a human emotion

that drives a spontaneous urge to action and not inaction.

According to Keynes,

animal spirits also generate human trust.

- Wait, what... what? - Animal Spirits.

Oh, of course, Keynes was applying it

to an impulse that compels economic activity,

but you can interpret it more, um... artistically.

It's good.

We can each interpret a spontaneous urge to action

specific to us.

You like it, Sledge?

Uh... yeah, yeah.

I guess the whole neon tigers thing fits in, so...

See, it was a term chosen

to emphasise the importance of gut instinct.

Thank you, Mr Keynes, for your gut instincts

on what we're actually trying to do here.

A live installation

with multiple TV screens and a dance floor.

And I want to be part of it with my '80s dance video hero.

And it really would be better if I had a troupe of dancers,

but I don't,

so could everybody please learn the dance moves

from 1 minute 22 seconds to 3 minutes 10 seconds?

Yes, yes, yes.

Oh, my God! It's a dog!

A dog! No, no, no, no!

Friday, 9:40am.

Darling, it's Mum here. Been calling you all week.

I'm wondering how your treatment is going.

Dad's wrist's feeling better in the heat.

I wish you'd get a mobile.

Monday, 9:12am.

Adrian, Stan.

If I wasn't so damned insightful,

I'd think you weren't that frightened

of losing your life's research.

Maybe the big boss could reduce your suspension

if you could just deliver section 6.

Try for me, will you?

Monday, 10am.

Adrian, hey.

It's me... uh, Melinda.

I know it's been a very long time, but I need to see you.

I... feel, um... ready now. I...

Can you call me? I hope you do.

Oh.

Hmm.

Ha ha! Yes, baby, yes!

What does G represent, do you think?

Badness.

Dirty stuff.

Sex.

I think you keep G internally isolated

because you might be frightened that if you let her come out,

she might contaminate all of you.

Yeah.

She frightens us.

Grace, were you surprised that G turned up to therapy?

Kind of.

But I need her for the collective.

She's got that toughness.

I do get lonely sometimes.

And then I imagine myself with a boyfriend.

I always stuff it up.

I'm not cut out for the whole falling-in-love thing.

As soon as they want physical stuff, I'm out of there.

I can't.

You know, I'd like to think that one day

you will be able to trust somebody enough to get close.

And trust yourself.

The idea of me being somebody's girlfriend

is pretty ridiculous.

That somebody would have to be equally ridiculous

to be willing to take on all of us.

Our goal is to integrate your parts.

But the integration of G,

that part who manages your innate sexual needs,

is going to be most important in enabling you

to engage in a healthy, loving and physical relationship.

I don't know.

What I do know is that since G joined the collective,

she's the only one who paints.

It's like I've lost my ability or... urge.

I want that back.

Oi! Homeless man! Wait up!

Grace! Grace!

I just gave a homeless man four kilos of almonds!

Oh.

So, Sledge has decided to use your idea. Animal Spirits.

He says pop round anytime.

But that was G at the collective, not you, right?

Right.

So, does that mean your different parts know

what each other get up to?

Depends.

When it comes to work and painting,

I seem to remember what G does,

but when it gets personal, or...

..physical, she's mostly blocked.

I have walls between my parts.

- Like concrete walls? - Yeah.

The kind that would require a serious smashing of bricks.

How come you know about parts?

Well, researching OCD got repetitive.

So, you know I'm pretty weird.

Yes, but in a contest,

I'd win the weirdness award, believe me.

But you don't want to be in therapy, do you?

Um, well, my postdoctorate suspension,

it didn't give me much choice.

OK.

Now you're just showing off.

Postdoctorate in what?

Quantum mechanics, robotics

and the application of artificial intelligence

in controlled engineering.

Aha! And in English?

Oh. I like fast cars and computers.

Are you designing a fast car fantasy game,

or an app or something?

No, no. I've designed apps, but no.

If I was gonna work on a fast car app,

believe me, it wouldn't be for a game.

You mean you could design an app for a real car?

Maybe to start a car, I could.

But that's not what your fancy postdoc's about.

No, no, no, not exactly, no.

I was being funded to build software for a car company,

but, well, I got too slow.

Ever since my break-up with Melinda,

time hasn't been my forte.

Unless I'm behind the wheel of a car.

Did Melinda break your heart?

Uh...

Sh-she just froze it in time.

I-I was a coward. I-I hurt her.

I still think about her obsessively.

Maybe because I know I'll never be in another relationship.

How do you know that?

Oh, uh...

Melinda once asked me if I'd be able to break out of my rituals

if her life depended on it.

I couldn't answer her.

One night, when I was four,

I was babysat by a 17-year-old neighbour.

Mum and Dad were getting me out of the bath as he arrived.

I was in a towel.

He called me a tease and... yeah.

When we came out of my bedroom,

I drew this teapot on the corridor wall.

I was too young to understand what the word meant.

It wasn't your fault.

Ever since, every touch holds a request. I can't handle it.

Except for dogs. They're cool.

You and me both.

Oh... minus the dogs.

Uh-uh.

Sledgehammer, how does it feel

to be Cross Magazine's number one Melbourne street artist?

- Pretty cool. - That's it. There it is.

That's the cover right there.

What's next for Cognitus Crew?

I don't know. Guess we'll find out.

You know it.

We have one place left.

The spot is in our Fatales section.

So far, only acclaimed lady artists, but G is that good.

Maybe we should get her involved.

Yeah. Yeah, she is that good, hey?

I appreciate it, Eric, man. It's just, um...

..I don't want to capsize her canoe, you know?

She's, uh... she's pretty green still.

Until our collective exhibition is done,

I don't want to... overwhelm her or anything.

Are you serious?

Edinburgh would be bigger for her

than your collective exhibit.

Surely you wouldn't deny her this opportunity.

Yeah, I appreciate it, man. I'll chat to her.

I'll email through the details in case you change your mind.

Yeah, sweet.

Oi.

Why tease me like this, G?

Mmm!

Look at you, all cute and coy.

Fuck!

Tease!

Grace, our bodies have a way of telling us things.

You just have to read the language.

Your teapot all over that painting was a language.

My proctitis was a language that told me I am a lesbian.

Your proctitis?

It's the inflammation of the anus.

Every time I sleep with a man, I get this damn inflammation.

Men were literally a pain in my ass.

Hey, Selene! Your boxes are here!

Thanks, Tom. Did you sign for them?

Yes.

Tease. Tease. You're a tease.

G.

G.

Ganja.

Poor bastard.

He doesn't know whether you love him or hate him.

- Hey. - Yeah, so, um...

Look, I don't know where your head's at

with the whole Animal Spirits thing,

but I'm down, and I figure we go...

..you go all out with the centrepiece.

And tie it all together through what's in the middle there.

Love.

No, I figure the centrepiece should be about love.

But, uh... like, you do want you want, yeah? You'll be awesome.

Love works.

- I love you, G... - I'll have to tell Adrian.

Yeah, right.

OK? As long as you use the chest.

Flipping up.

Do your hair. Do your hair.

- Very good! - Yes!

That is what he gets for asking libido to paint about love.

84... and done.

85... and done.

86... and done.

- 87... and done. - Hey, Adrian.

Oh, hello, Grace!

I didn't mean to disturb you. Just walking.

Oh, no, no, that's OK.

If you just wait a minute, I-I'll walk with you.

I'm almost done.

Um... eighty-si... no, eighty... eighty...

Uh, seventy-eight... seventy...

Dammit! Dammit!

Uh... one... and done.

Two... and done.

Three... and done.

Four... and done.

Five... and done...

99... and done.

100... and done!

OK, Grace... Arghh!

Whoa! Mmm! Uh...

They're on leashes, aren't they?

- Yep. - OK. OK.

It's good to see you.

You too.

Would it help if I walked on the other side of the road?

- Mmm! - OK.

Come on. Come on.

- This is nice! - Yeah.

Ohh...

Are you OK with this?

Mm-hm. Uh... yep!

Whoo!

- Ooh! - Sorry.

How... how's your painting for the exhibition going?

Dunno. It's all G.

I'm still struggling. It's been too long.

Oh. Do you miss it?

Oh, hell, yeah! I miss getting lost in a painting.

When I see a picture I really like,

it gets this light around it and it makes me feel good.

That's hard to explain.

Oh, you sense good energy.

I guess. Around people, too.

The good ones, who care about others,

they have strong lights.

But, uh, that's pretty rare.

- You seem very perceptive. - About others, maybe.

Hey, Karen said it's important I try painting

somewhere different around someone... new.

Want to come on an expedition with me tomorrow morning?

- Maybe even help out? - Yeah, I-I'd love to!

You... you're really beautiful!

Yeah, I am!

I'm Little!

The beautiful one! The lovable one!

Mm-hm!

Oh! Oopsy-daisies!

- You've gotta catch them! - Aarggh!

- Oh, catch them! - Fuck! Get away from me!

Cowardice!

Well, that may be the fucking definition!

Who knew it had gloves but no socks?!

You dick!

I'm getting married.

Uh... ..congratulations.

Uh... yeah, well, I mean...

..Greg's... Greg's proposed.

Just, I-I haven't decided yet.

I'm ruminating about my body again and, um...

Oh, he's just so fucking normal, you know?

Do you still think about me?

You look so hot like that.

Uh-uh. Promise you're not fucking with me.

I promise I'm fucking you.

I fucking love you, G, OK?

I need you.

Come on, G. Come on, what did I say?

Fuck, G! You fucking promised!

Mr Keynes.

Sledgehammer!

I-I thought I'd come and see, uh...

..well, the exhibit progress.

Sure. Why not?

Go on, come in. G should be back soon.

Uh... mmm...

OK. Yep.

- Just come through. - Yep.

She's pretty crazy, huh, man?

Oh, but then I guess we're all fuckin' crazy, though, right?

I'm fuckin' crazy.

Hey, look, you guys, uh...

..you haven't had, like, a fling or some shit, have you?

Oh, no, no, no. No fling, no.

See, I'd convinced myself she was fucking you, man.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

You know, like, we have great sex, right?

Like, the greatest fuckin' sex, man.

Like, I mean, she goes off and flirts with other dudes,

but I guess... like, none of that shit matters when you...

..when you connect.

Like, when you're connected to someone in that way.

'Cause she knows me better than anyone.

And I'm the same for her. And when we paint, man, fuck!

When we paint together, we disappear

into this fuckin' cloud together, man.

- Creativity. - Creativity, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, that's right.

And, you know, creativity's, like,

the most intimate thing you can share, yeah?

Like, you've got to be vulnerable

to open yourself up to that space.

And what's cool, man, what's really fuckin' cool,

is she can do that with me.

What?!

You've got to stop blasting that shit all the time!

It's too much, man!

I want everybody to get familiar with the music...

"Hi, Sledge..."

"..Women's Exhibit in Edinburgh...

"..huge opportunity for G."

"Hey, Eric...

"Not the right time for G.

"She has politely declined the invitation."

- I can't remember! - What do you mean?

G, what are you doing?

G, where were you? Are you drunk?

Jealousy's an aphrodisiac.

You know I wouldn't just give this centrepiece

to a mate, right?

I'm not forcing you into anything.

I'm just saying, it's your fuckin' choice!

Do you know anything about

the legendary Khordadian Persian aerobic dance?

Nnnn... Should I?

Yes, yes, yes, you should.

You should research it like I have.

Because if you haven't danced, you haven't lived.

You met Little and Spike.

Um, I'm sorry about the dogs.

I'm sorry about Spike's mouth.

I can't always control my switching.

I'm sorry we didn't get to do your painting.

Melinda, my ex-girlfriend, she came to see me.

Yeah. Thought that was her.

How old's Little?

She used to be four, but she's grown up to six now.

She grows up?

Yeah. As I get better through therapy.

Hopefully I'm slowly getting there.

Oh, I've forgotten where "there" is.

So... so, how many, uh...

- There's 10 of us. - Ah.

If you imagine it like a house,

and that there's many rooms inside me.

Oh, and you can see the rooms? You know where everyone is?

Oh, not everyone can see and hear each other,

but I can see the house

and I can usually find someone if I try.

There's a clock in the shape of a heart above the roof.

It's always ticking.

Certain rooms only unlock at certain times if I ask them.

Trouble is, I can't always see the time.

Clouds, they get in the way.

It's fascinating!

As if!

Who'd want to put up with 10 of us?

Well, if a guy didn't have many friends,

it would make a great package deal.

What about you? Since Melinda, there's really been no-one?

Who'd want to put up with a guy

who wears gloves instead of socks?

Someone might.

Usually when guys talk to me for this long,

they want something else, but...

..you don't want to touch me.

The funny thing is...

..I don't want to be touched either...

..usually.

It's about time we did something to help you out.

You must be dying for it.

What do you do with all that sexual energy, huh?

Fantasise?

Touch yourself?

Wet dreams, maybe? Ooh, I can see it.

It's there. What do you do with it, huh?

I... I drive!

Aha! Am I tormenting you?

No, no, no, no, no.

This is, uh, perfectly normal, reasonable behaviour.

You're... you're not a tease. You never were.

Uh... I-I'm responsible.

I could do you right here on this bench, in public.

Ohh! That would be hot.

Arggh! Don't fuckin' touch me!

Fuck! Shit!

This is gonna take me hours now,

you stupid, stupid idiot!

Ohhh, dammit, dammit!

Grace?

Look, I... I-I'm sorry.

I'm so embarrassed! I saw what G just did!

Oh, no, no, no, that's great. I mean... uh...

Look, every third Wednesday is my going out day.

Maybe we... we could do something on Wednesday.

I... I could take you out for...

You could do your painting or I could take you out for lunch

or both!

Let's be spontaneous. How about lunch now?

No, no, uh, no, no, no, because it's...

..it's gotta be Wednesday, OK?

And it's not Wednesday.

- OK. - OK. Yeah, good, good, good.

'Cause I've gotta go shower, and I think you should shower.

We should both shower. I mean... no, no, no!

I gotta go, OK? Uh, bye! Sorry!

Remember we discussed the idea

of you reducing the number of times

you check just one area?

The gas, for example?

Or halving things - the detergent or the soap bars?

Have you made any progress?

No. I-I've been too busy.

Busy?

Well, it's not long since I've moved in.

The house is still filthy.

I'm systematically cleaning each room.

By the time I shower, watch a bit of TV,

it's already very late.

That must make contact with friends very difficult.

Yeah, well, if you turn up three hours late to a movie,

do you expect anyone to wait around for you?

Come on, do you keep your husband waiting three hours

and expect him to be hanging around for you?

Well, take it from me, they give up on you eventually.

Why do you keep your husband waiting?

You should know by now how much I enjoy my work.

Oh. Ah. Obsessive, huh?

Melinda used to say, "Love is not a mathematical equation."

She'd say, "Lose the calculator."

She's right.

When you stop measuring and calculating and just live,

then you can love.

To love, you have to be spontaneous.

And one simple act of spontaneity,

it can change everything.

Mmm.

Well, are you spontaneous? With your husband?

No. But you'd like to be.

There, see? There I go again.

I have not lost my knack for ruining encounters with women.

"Encounters". Who are these women?

Well, they're just figments of my imagination, really.

There is one woman. She's very beautiful.

I ended up showering three times.

Oh, you know what? That... that sounded so perverted.

I just meant I washed myself more, that's all.

Is this woman someone you could like, or... trust?

We just talk on a park bench. Nothing raunchy.

Do you still think about those times?

Times when you could accept a hug or a kiss

from someone you cared for?

Do you?

Is it important for you to compare yourself to me?

It's important for me to clown around.

Look, I... I know where you're going with this, OK?

And... and it is nice in theory, but...

Well, the idea of exchanging body fluids with someone,

it just... it just... it...

..it seems impossible.

Impossible.

- May I? - Yes.

OK, thank you.

Because you think that they might contaminate you,

or because you feel that you may contaminate them?

Both.

Adrian? We've talked about the options.

There are no magic solutions.

You have to be prepared to work at it.

But there is medication.

I... I told you, my brain is important to me, OK?

I don't want my thinking to be affected.

I've read about the side effects.

There's dizziness, headaches, the inability to drive.

I-I've gotta drive.

I've gotta drive.

What if it works, Adrian?

How can I marry him when I can't even walk around naked?

I mean, I only have sex in the dark.

What is it this time? Because I don't actually have much money.

This time?

My ears did stick out pathologically

and I had no breasts.

Who said I wanted money, anyway?

I mean, this is a very big decision to make on my own.

And I can't talk to Greg about it. I...

- I'm serious. - Yeah.

Hey there, lovebird fuckers!

- Who... who's this? - Spike.

- What, as in Jonze? - Yeah, something like that.

I'm Adrian's neighbour and sometimes confidante,

and I want to know why the fuck you are fucking with his head!

- Excuse me? - You heard!

The old "I'm getting married. Are you jealous?"

"Tell me you love me, because I'm shitting myself

"at the impending boredom of forever with some dude

"who's gonna give me a picket fence and a loose vagina."

Oh, shame! I feel for you.

Sorry! Am I being too fucking generic?

Are you here to prove how fully functioning you are

in comparison to your crazy ex-boyfriend

who can't even leave the house?

Yeah, looks like I hit the nail on the head there.

Loose vagina?

She didn't mean that. I... I didn't say that.

No, of course you didn't!

You're too busy drowning your guilt

in soap suds day and night!

Guilt! Get it?

You are a coward and you can't get over it!

It! Not her!

If you care so much, you'll get those dogs away from him.

Arggh!

I'm not an enabler.

I test boundaries, and that's how I show my affection.

- Hose you? - Mmm!

Mmm, mmm. Mmm. Whew!

Come on. Come on, work for me.

Come on.

Yes! Whoo! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

Whoo! Whoo!

OK, OK.

OK, good. OK.

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Hey, check it out!

Hey, honey! How about a free ride for us and for you?

- Adrian?! - Venus!

We thought you reneged on our deal

or that you'd crashed that shipwreck of a car and died!

Maybe he IS dead and this is car heaven.

What is this delicious vehicle?

Oh, hi, Celeste. I'm not supposed to be driving this.

My dad's storing it in my garage. He took away the key.

He's trying to bribe me to change my...

This'll change your sex life, that's for sure!

Honey, come on! Get out or let me get in!

I'm just a squirrel looking for a nut.

Oh, no, no nuts. Sorry, ladies.

But I did bring refreshments as promised.

Lots of sugar, no alcohol!

Be careful and don't scratch the paint.

When we said "drinks", we meant drinks!

Goddamn, we just got a sugar daddy for life now instead.

So, um...

..were you ladies really dancers?

Would I lie to you?

Queens of an exotic dance troupe.

My career didn't end because my moves were too bad.

No, because the smack was so good!

Well... I'd better get going now.

But I'll see you next time.

Take us with you, mon amour!

Listen to your father and ride something else!

Like a woman!

Wow.

I didn't think you'd show up.

Shouldn't you be furious with me?

Oh, Spike makes me want to toughen up.

Do you want to go for burgers?

Uh...

..uh... OK.

So, lunch first and then my painting?

Yep.

Mmm!

Aren't burgers the best?!

Yes, they're the best.

Are you free to do something on Monday night?

Say, um, I don't know... ..3am?

What did you want to do?

Oh, I want to take you out. It's a surprise.

Mmm.

Stay there. Don't move, or this whole thing won't work.

- Mmm. - Arms down.

You said you wanted to toughen up, so... promise me.

Yeah, OK. I-I promise you.

So, what's this new technique?

Pigment.

Watch.

- Ready? - Mmm.

Uno... dos... tres!

Being aware of G's sexual behaviour,

even for a few moments, is a momentous change.

Do you want to tell me what she did?

She was just flirting very hard with... someone.

We don't have to talk about it.

- Is G soundproofed now? - Yeah.

But she actually...

..she spoke to me in a dream I had the other night.

That's never happened before.

That's great. What did she say?

She said she wants to work together with me

on the centrepiece.

And that she wants to come out of the attic.

She's tired of it.

She asked me if I'd be happy to make some time

to sit with her in the lounge room,

because she's feeling lonely.

And then she smiled at me really nicely.

And what did you say?

I said maybe, because I felt a bit sorry for her,

but that she would have to promise not to behave badly.

She laughed. Said she'd think about it.

Actually, I feel a bit different since I spoke to her.

One and done.

Two and done.

Three and done.

Hmm.

You ready?

Almost.

Do I need to bring anything?

Music. Your kind of music.

Wait outside my garage.

Oh!

You should get in. We have 127 minutes to go.

Oooh!

Great idea you had with the app.

Whoo-hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo!

Trust me!

Thank God! We were getting thirsty!

Daddy's car again? Bad boy!

Adrian! Mama!

- They know you? - Yes, I'm a regular here now.

Oh, my God! There's a woman in there!

- Mamma mia! - A beautiful woman!

- This is Grace, my, um... - Friend. Hey. I'm Grace.

Hand them a drink.

OK. Like always, don't scratch the paint.

Delicious, divine and hopefully not a hallucination.

- Hello, Grace. - He's finally a man.

- Marry him! - Bravo!

Ooh, ooh, we've gotta go! There's only 87 minutes left.

I still don't know what we're counting down to.

Oh, I hacked into the highway police patrol schedule.

Who are you?

Hold on tight, Adrian, baby! Don't you fall from Grace!

See you at rehearsal!

- Bye! - Have fun, lovebirds!

Maybe I could do some painting on the walls in your garage.

It could be cool.

Would you let me in?

In my garage? Uh...

Yes.

I'd love that. I... I'm excited.

See, I feel pretty honoured

that you have the time for me and not for Edinburgh.

Are you sure?

Sure.

What's in Edinburgh?

Oh. Um...

I-I don't know. Um, I'm mixing things up.

Tomorrow afternoon? Meet you at the garage?

- Is something up? - Huh?

With me? No, no. Uh...

Tomorrow, well... I can't do it in the afternoon.

I promised Melinda I'd be somewhere. But...

..can you do the evening?

OK.

What did you promise Melinda?

Oh, uh...

It's somewhat personal. I shouldn't say.

Do you still want her back?

I don't know now.

Hmm.

This is my favourite song.

My mum and I used to dance to it.

Oh!

- Oh! - Ooh!

99, done.

100, done.

Adrian, here.

Take it!

For Godsakes!

You did not just bring me here

for some artistic opinion.

Yeah, I did. This is Adrian's garage.

His blank walls need a touch of me.

Yeah? Then why are we alone in the dark, huh?

You know, that guy would be scared of a spray can.

Nuh. He came painting with me at the deserted factory.

Fuck you, G! That's...

You know, you probably DO want to fuck him, don't you?

I'd like to see that, actually.

Bet you the guy's too fuckin' scared to touch his own dick.

Maybe he does it like this, huh? Without his hands.

Maybe I just want to close my eyes and pretend that it's him.

Maybe that's what I really want.

Oh! Fuck!

You guys should leave.

Well, I'm going to!

We should all leave!

46... and done.

47...

Adrian, it's me!

Adrian?

Hey, I'm...

..I'm really sorry.

I want to make it up to you.

I made sandwiches for lunch.

Are you free?

Uh...

Uh... uh...

49...

..and done.

And 50...

..and... done.

I...

I want to apologise for G showing up instead of me.

I...

I was disappointed, so G acted out.

You can be honest. Do you want to hang out?

Uh... uh...

Adrian?

Aarggh! Fuck! No!

Fuck!

No!

Uh...

Oh, Grace?

Uh, are you there?

98, and done.

99, and done.

100, and done.

Oh, I...

I can't sit. I've got to find someone.

Someone? What...?

Hey, I...

So, you're just running away as usual, are you?

You're my support through this. We've got another appointment.

We didn't have sex for three years.

Greg wants sex every night.

I ended up in a neck brace, for fuck's sake!

Mel, nothing has changed.

I still can't get out of the bathroom for someone I love.

Well, we love each other. So much.

OK, I know. I know.

This maniac is who we're looking for?

- G, wait. - No, thanks!

I hope you have a very happy life together!

Just try and stay out of my face.

This is my turf.

It's alright for you to have sex in my garage, I suppose?

- What do you care?! - Yeah, what do YOU care?

Fuck off!

I can take care of myself!

That crazy is totally in love with you.

You don't... like her, do you?

Yep. Mel, I'm gonna walk you home now.

Who says I'm done here?

Have you even heard a word that I've been saying?

- For fuck's sake! - I heard you! OK?

You are always gonna doubt yourself, Mel.

And I am always gonna be sorry for what I did,

but mostly for what I did not do for you.

But I'm not always gonna be hurt by you not loving me,

so please just let me be sorry and stop trying to hurt me.

It's just... Greg's so perfect.

I just... That's what's scary.

Well, don't worry. He's probably not that great.

You're just comparing him to me

and he's killing it on the normality scale.

Now, shall we?

Adrian, it's Stan.

Premium Motors don't want to wait the full three months.

They're gonna cut your retainer

and your research will become company property.

So, tell me you've done something, Adrian,

because if you haven't...

Call me. Just please, mate, call me.

Grace?

She won't be back for a long, long time.

Oh. I-I see.

What happened to your girlfriend?

No, I don't have a girlfriend.

I don't care if you do.

Do you know much about chemistry?

Uh... what, biochemistry?

- Sexual chemistry. - Oh, no.

You like me. I can tell.

- I do? - Yep.

You're a bit scared of me, but you like me,

and that's because we have chemistry.

Can't ignore it if it's there, can't grow it if it's not,

so if it is there, it's kind of crazy not to act on it.

Oh, it's not the first time I've done something crazy.

Oh, yeah? How crazy?

Oh, not that kind of crazy.

I meant the first kind of crazy you mentioned.

In a perfect world, what would you like to do to me?

I-I'd like to leave a message with Grace...

..actually, if that's how it works.

I want her to meet me at that bench at 4pm on Wednesday.

- To apologise. - You want me.

No, no, no, I... I don't want you.

- You don't want me? - Well... no, yes, well...

Do you hate me because I make you uncomfortable?

No, no, no, no, no, I don't hate you. Why would I?

I mean, it's the opposite. I...

You hate me.

You hate me. Go on, admit it.

You hate me.

No, I love you!

I... I'll see you later.

Uh, Stan. It's, um, Adrian.

You here to keep me company, Keynes,

or you want to give me a hand with these boxes?

Hmm...

Sledgehammer, it's come to my attention

that you're inhibiting G's progress as an artist.

What do you mean?

I-I know you never told her about the opportunity

at the Edinburgh Women's Exhibition,

and if you don't, I will.

What is this, blackmail?

No, no, no, what you're doing with G about the centrepiece,

that would be a much more apt example of blackmail.

Yeah, well, I didn't tell her about the Edinburgh invitation

'cause I didn't want to float her canoe, alright?

- Edinburgh invitation? - Yes, yes, yes.

Street Art University invited you

to be part of an exhibition in Edinburgh,

and he declined on your behalf.

What?!

Wait, you knew and you didn't tell me?

I can't trust either of you!

You... you misunderstood what I said.

You know, what you saw with Melinda and I.

Oh, look, don't fuckin' compare me to him, OK? Come on!

OK, stop it! Both of you!

Sledge, I decide on my RSVP

for career-altering exhibitions, not you.

Yeah, well, guess what, G. This is my fuckin' collective, OK?

I don't want you getting distracted by some other shit

and pissing off when we're doing our fuckin' centrepiece!

You can shove the centrepiece up your arse!

Fuck, man!

I am NEVER coming back!

Do you fucking hear me?!

You can fuck yourself, you fucking dick!

Oh! Yeah? What are you gonna do, come here?

Big fuckin' threat!

Uh... uh...

Mmm... mmm...

No. Mmm.

Ah! Oh!

Uh...

We are so not over!

No. No, no.

You don't mean no.

Get off!

Fuck! Shit! Fuck!

No!

Arggh! Fuck!

Fuck! Jesus! Fuck!

Enough of this hot-and-cold bullshit, G!

It's fuckin' torture!

Sledge, I am Grace, not G, and I don't want this.

I don't want this ever again between us.

Listen to yourself! You're fuckin' crazy!

- I know who you are! - No, you don't!

No, I need you, G, OK?

Yes, you need me! You need my attention!

You need me for the centrepiece!

You are NOT in love with me!

You fuckin' bitch!

You treat me like the fuckin' dog! Do you know that?!

Do you know what that fuckin' feels like, G, huh?!

You know what that fuckin' feels like?!

Oh!

Oh!

Is there something wrong with the front door?

This was easier.

Thank you.

I want you to know that...

..it's me.

Not G.

I want to touch you.

Uh, I'm sorry. I, uh...

No.

I'm very, very happy to unveil

my very first interactive video installation

with the dress rehearsal of

the live performance for the opening night!

Dude, we told you, we can't.

- Adrian! - Ganja!

Rajib, are you ready?

Come on!

Come, come, come! Come on, girls!

Whoo!

Oh, hey, girl!

Did you know he was doing this?

No!

Whoo!

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