All language subtitles for A.Month.of.Sundays.2015.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG3_English

[drumroll]

[laughter]

[crowd gasps]

[crowd] Whoa!
[applause]

[bass and trumpet playing]

[door creaks]

[dog barks in distance]

[bird cooing]

[chattering]

[chattering continues]

What's the reserve?

Mid to late fives.

Caveats?
Hmm?

Any, uh, caveats
on the property?

-Did you just say that?
-What?

What you just said.
When?

There you go.

I'm sorry.

I'm just-- I'm having
the most incredible déjà-vu.

When?
When?

I knew you were
gonna to say that.

Say something else.
What?

No... that wasn't it.

Wasn't what?

[groans]

No, it's gone.

You were saying?

[bell ringing]

At 40 now.
Fifty if you like now.

At 5.5 in front
against my starter.

Taking 10 still, sir.

-At 550,000, six if you like,
back to the starter.
-[baby fussing]

I have you back in at 5.6,
seven if you like now.

At 5.6 and 70 if you like.

At 70 now. At 80, can I say?

At 570,000. Eighty.

Back in
with my starter at 580.
Ninety can I say now?

All done, all finished--
Ninety-five.

Taking ten, sir.

At 590,000 now.

Taking 600 thou.

First call, you're out there.
Surely not.

It's good buying there.
It's only money, relax,
spend freely.

At 590,000, we'll take your five
if you like then, sir.

At 595.
Six hundred.

-Six hundred straight back in
against you now.
-Five.

At 605, calling 10 now. 610.

Fifteen if you want it now.
Got 615.
Five.

Twenty now can I say?

At 620, at 25 now if you like.
Got 25.

Thirty now. At 625.
Thirty here.
You watch.

Thirty-five and--
640.

640. Good to have you in.
Welcome to the bidding, sir.

-Fifty if you like.
Got 50 here.
-[man] Sixty.

Sixty now.
Seventy if you like now.

At 670 bid now.

680.
Eighty here, back in at 80.

We'll take your 90 now.

At 680,000, all done,
all finished and silent.

Going, going, going and sold.

Congratulations.
Give a round of applause.

Well bought, sir.
[applause]

On behalf of Phillip Lang
Real Estate, congratulations
to our purchaser.

[mumbles]
Ladies and gentlemen,
have a wonderful afternoon.

-Thank you.
-Congratulations.

Thank you.
What you thought it'd go for?

I thought
it'd be just under six.

Philip Lang Real Estate.
Mate, come inside,
sign a contract.

Have you done any developments
like this in the area before?

This will be the first
this side of town.
Oh, right.

What have you done previously?
What sort of--
A couple of bits and pieces--

[chattering]
[bird cooing]

[chattering]

Sign at the back.
Yeah, sure.

Frank.
Phillip.

Good result today.
Hmm.

No, no, no, good result.
Well done.

You're in a mood.
No, I'm not.

Just a bird shat on me.

That's supposed to be
good luck, isn't it?
Not if I catch the little prick.

Why don't you go outside
and whack the sold sticker
up for us?

Nice jaunty angle.

[bird cooing]

[engine starts]
See ya, mate.

[Frank]
Yeah, see ya later, mate.

Hey, darling,
how are you going?
Good. How'd you go?

Smashed it at 680.
Well done.

[man] You're a prick, mate.

Early 500's, you said.
Mid-fives at most.

Well, the market is a bit
more volatile than usual
at the moment.

That's bullshit and you know it.
You're a bullshit artist.

[sighs]

How can you say mid-fives
at the inspection

and then on auction day,
the property isn't even
on the market until 650?

I didn't.
You bloody did, mate.

This is the eighth time.

Jameson Street last September.
Harrow Road, Langley Street
before Christmas.

There's gotta be some tribunal
or some ombudsman or something
we can go to.

Yeah, well there's a--
Sorry to interrupt.

-Phillip Lang,
Phillip Lang Real Estate.
-Uh, yeah, Adam Tregonning.

G'day, Adam. And?
Ah, this is Julie.

And who's
this little scoundrel?
Ah, this is Ben.

-You got your mum's good looks,
haven't you, mate?
-[baby cooing]

With any luck you've got
your old man's nouse.

Yeah, I was just saying
to Frank here earlier,
wasn't I, Frank?

Uh, yeah.

Yes, I was just saying,
there's a smart bidder.

Here's a man who understands
the property market
at the moment.

When you dropped out
of the bidding,
that was exactly right.

Exactly the property's worth.
Yeah, right.

I don't know
where these cowboys
get there money.

What did it go for in the end?
A bit north of 680, was it?
680.

680, was it?
Yeah, 680.
Yeah.

Silly money.
I dips m'lid to you.

I was just saying
to Frank inside,
wasn't I, Frank?

Yeah.
Yeah, very good bidding
on your part.

We should go
if we're gonna get
to that other thing.

Oh, yeah, the thing.
No, the other one.

Wonderful to meet you.
Wonderful.

[baby cooing]

[Frank]
Thanks for that.

There is actually something
I wanna show you.

Where are you parked?
Oh, just over there.

Yeah, well, follow me.
It's just around the corner.

[car alarm chirps]
Right.

[classical music playing]

[humming]

[man on radio]
His hand pass missed Campbell,

Saulsy was there
but James Gowan steals.

Thomas gets the hand pass.
It goes straight past Sainsbury.

Duigan on the mark up
to McGuinness.

[classical music continues]

[man on radio]
His kick finds a target...

[door creaks]

I'll see you in the kitchen.

[switch clicks]

[floor creaks]

[switch clicks]

[sighs]

[smacks lips]

[chattering]

[switch clicks]

[taps several piano keys]

[floor creaking]

Mm-hmm.

There's more.
[door creaks]

There's a nativity scene.

[bird cooing]
Oh, bloody sprinklers.

[latch clangs]

[flies buzzing]

[organ playing, faint]

[baby crying, faint]

Deceased estate?
No, no, not yet.

Any day now though,
I'm told.

Thoughts?
Depends.
What do you wanna hear?

Well, I wanna hear
your thoughts.

Well, I'd say
it was a good listing.

North-facing backyard.

Deep block. Wide frontage.

Leafy, tree-lined street.
Well, write me the board.

Why? You offering me
the listing, Phillip?

No. I'm thinking
of offering you the listing.

Don't look at me like that,
Frank, you know why.
Right.

You know what I'm thinking.
Uh-huh.

It was a good solid result
this morning.
It was a result, wasn't it?

No, it was a good solid result.

Do you mind turning
this thing off?
No, yeah, no.

It's on a timer.
I don't know where
the switch is.

It'll be on the other end
of the hose, don't you reckon?

You'd think, yeah.
Oi.

Anyway, good solid result,
is all I'm saying.

Yeah. Well, Frank, Livvy
is back at the office working
tirelessly on the medallion.

I think
it's at the engravers.
Solid result.

Yeah, I believe "solid result"
is the actual inscription,
Frank.

Property would have sold itself,
is another way of looking
at it, Frank.

Double-fronted brick,
a nanosecond from schools,
cafés and public transport.

I've got a 12-year-old
great-nephew, Frank.

His knuckles touch the ground
slightly as he walks and he
breathes only through the mouth.

I reckon he could have
got a similar result
with this listing.

And I had the Übermensch
wielding the gavel for you.

He's good.
Yeah, he is good, isn't he?

He's very good.
Why don't you give
the listing to Hamish?

If you don't have a problem
with breathing through the mouth

and dragging knuckles.
Hamish is not in a--

Pigeons don't shit on Hamish.
Hamish is not in a mood
is what I was gonna say.

But you're right,
pigeons don't shit on Hamish.
Hamish went to a private school.

All I'm asking, Frank,
is that you to have a crack
at writing the board.

You'd think I was asking
for the sealing
of the bloody Magna Carta.

[Frank sighs]

Attention first home buyers
and investors.

This beautiful two-bedroom home
with open fireplaces

and potential
off-street parking,
subject to council approval,

boasts a wonderful opportunity
to improve.

You could... knock down
this much-loved family home,

whose last occupant
is-- is currently withering
in a nursing home,

public nursing home,
somewhere in a growth corridor,

while her scabrous offspring,

the pernicious little shits
she farted into the world,

try to sell all her memories
off this blue-chip locale
right from under her.

You could renovate, or you
could raze this meticulous
and much-loved family home.

Geez, I'm sorry, Phil.
I'm really sorry.
No, no, you're right.

You're right.
I ju-- Oh!

Look, it's your fault.
You started this.

Look, it's my Tourette's,
all right?
I've got Tourette's.

I wasn't talking about you.

Well, yeah, you were.
No, I wasn't.

Really, I wasn't.
[cell phone rings]

I'm sorry. I have to--
I have to take this. Hang on.

[sighs] Yep.
[woman on phone]
I'm a shit mother.

Why are you a shit mother?
I am.

No, you're not shit at it.
Frank's busted his arm.

All right. But--

I haven't been there.
I haven't been there all year.
It's not like he's dead.

I mean, it's not like,
okay, road trauma.

He's not diseased.
You should go.

I just got here.
I panicked.

I called the first number
on speed dial.
I'm on speed dial?

Oh, Frank, just shut up.
Shut up.

Why are you acting
so defensively?
Please.

I'm not.
Yeah, you are.

Otherwise why would you
be saying "please"?

Because that's how it is now.

I'm either saying please
or sorry

or explaining myself
to somebody.

Checkout chicks,
the newsagent,

the props guy, the people
that did the guttering.

God! What's wrong
with the guttering?

Just go.
Okay.

I will.

You know,
you've gotta stop thinking
that you're the shit one.

And you've--
you've gotta start,
you know,

putting some distance
between us.

You know, properly,
like you're supposed to.
Yeah.

I mean for starters,
take-- take my name
off speed dial.

All right?

You know, it's like
this-- this divorce
is not gonna work for me.

I mean, it's weird enough
as it is.

How is he?
Oh, look, he's fine.

It's just
a greenstick fracture.
You okay, sweetie?

He's fine.
We'll x-ray him again
in a fortnight,

and there really shouldn't
be any reason why we can't
take the cast off after that.

Frank.
Frank.

How's it going?
Good.

How's school?
Good.

Broke your arm,
they're saying.
Yeah, fracture.

-Rehearsal?
-Yeah, rehearsals.

Was it dress rehearsals,
or is this what all the kids
are wearing these days?

-We better go. You okay, hon?
-Yep.

Do I need to sign him out?
They'll look after you
at the front desk.

I'll just grab the paperwork
and meet you up there.
Right.

This isn't entirely appropriate,
I know, but can I just say
I love you in the show?

Oh. Um, thanks. Thanks.
[chuckles]

[chattering]
[Frank]
Do you really like the show?

Yeah.

I'd say it's generally
pretty accurate.

Really?

Well, no one actually says
"stat" in Australia, but--

It's more
of an American thing.

So what do they say?

Quick... or quickly.
Right.

Or please.

[chattering]

[Frank narrating] Unit two,
56 Ostral Street, Linden Park.

Ideal for premier living
or as an investment,

this easy to maintain
one-bedroom,
ground-floor apartment

provides a wonderful opportunity
for cosmetic improvement.

Property also offers kitchen
and laundry facilities.

Get away from it all
in this quiet, secluded
cul-de-sac situation.

[phone ringing]

[rings]

[rings]

[rings]

[rings]

[rings, phone beeps]

Yeah.
[woman] Hello, dear.

Who's this?
Oh, sweetheart.
It's your mother.

Mum.

Really?
Yes, really.

My God, you must be tired.

No, no, no,
well, yeah, I'm just--

Oh, poor love.

It's just that you never
called me "dear" before.

Of course I have.
What are you talking about?
Or sweetheart, for that matter.

Oh, that is rot.
I call you sweetheart
all the time.

No, you don't.
Yes, I do.

No, you don't.
Yes, I do.

Okay. Uh, fine.

Um... how are you?

Oh, you know, the hip's
playing up a bit
in this weather.

Your hip?
What's wrong with your hip?

Same old trouble.
You know, it gets a bit stiff.

[inhales] Right.

Are you smoking?
No.

Yes, you are.
I can tell.

Uh, how?
How can you tell?

Well, I'm your mother.
I can tell by the way
you're breathing.

Mum. Mum,
I breathe all the time.

Just because I'm breathing
doesn't mean I'm smoking.

Now, dar--
Please don't let's argue.

I'm not. I'm not.
I'm just saying
that non-smokers breathe.

I didn't call to have
another argument.

Okay,
I'm putting it out, all right?
I'm putting it out.

Do you want me to worry
about you some more?
No, look, sorry, you're right.

And what happened?
Did I wean you too early?
What?

You need to be on the boob
a bit longer?
No!

I mean,
what do you want, sweetheart,
peripheral vascular disease,

heart disease,
cancer of the liver,

lungs, prostate cancer,
gangrene?

Take your pick. They list them
all on the packaging.
Um--

Hmm?
Are you all right?

Well, actually, no, because
my hip's giving me misery.

Yeah, no, I mean,
you sound different.
Well, I would, wouldn't I?

You know, it's been weeks
since you've-- you've
bothered to call

your poor, lonely,
gray-haired old mother.

Months.
Oh, hang on.
I mean, I've been really busy.

Oh, and, during which time
your fingers got broken.

Now I'm only saying that
you could call your mother
on occasion.

Yeah, I know, I know, I could,
I should, but, you know--

Have you read the papers lately?
Have you come across the word
"recession" in any of them?

Oh, now,
that's hardly an excuse.

I know it's not an excuse.
I've just got a lot on my--

I've just got a lot on my plate
at the moment.

And now, you-- you told me
that-- that your job
was recession proof.

Oh, I wish.
Oh, well.

Oh, I know,
the world has gone silly.

You know, I'm on
this six-month waiting list
for this hip,

and they're calling it
elective surgery

and that's just because
I don't have a liver
hanging out of me.

Right.
And they've got the gall
to call it rationalism.

Anyway, that's not your problem.

Um--

We didn't ever speak like this
before, did we?

Well, how do you mean?

Well, I mean, I never thought
that you had a world view.
Maybe because I don't have one.

I mean, Wendy's
always saying I don't.
Right.

[sighs]
Anyway, look, I'm really sorry.

I'm really sorry that,
you know, I didn't call you.

Um, it's-- Uh, sweetheart?

Yeah?
Who's Wendy?

Wendy.

Wendy. My wife, Wendy.

Well, you're--
you're not married.

Oh, great, thanks.
Yeah, okay, Mum.

Yeah, ex. Ex-wife.
Thank you very much, Mum.

Oh, no, look, you were
just saying yourself

that we have just been having
the first decent conversation
we've had for quite some time,

and then you go and you ruin it
by being a smart aleck again.

Honestly, Damien, I just--
[sighs]

Pardon?
You heard me.

Who is this?
Who is--

Who do you think it is?

Um...

Emily Mollard.
Oh, come on.

Who in heaven's name
is Emily Mollard?

Which number did you dial?
Um--

Oh, my God!
Oh, I haven't, have I?

Um, 70-106-389?

[clicks tongue]
Yeah, it's... 89630.

Oh, my God.
I am so, so sorry.

It's okay.
No, no don't apologize.
No, no, I am so--

No, no, no, it's really fine.
Hey, listen--
[hangs up]

[beeps]
[man on TV] I don't know
what you're talking about.

[woman on TV]
I'm just saying

if you don't do something
about this now,

it might be something
you'll regret
for the rest of your life.

[thunder rumbles]

[man on TV] Butler's Homewares
and Electrical Warehouse,

where you'll find table lamps
in a variety of colors
and styles--

[woman on phone]
To return the call,
press one now.

[phone beeps]

[line ringing]

[woman on phone] Hello?
Hello. Um, it's Frank Mollard.

We were, um, speaking earlier.
How did you get this number?

Oh, there's a--
there's a redial thingy
on the phone.

You press star-10-hash
and the number pops up.

Oh.

Anyway, I'm-- [clears throat]

I'm sorry about before.
And, um--

I-I don't mean to--
to trouble you, but--

[sighs]
I'm just gonna say it. Um--

My mum died late last year.

And I know what you're thinking.
I mean, how could I possibly
think you were her if she's--

You know, if she's... dead.

I just... wanted you to know
that I'm not weird
or unbalanced.

I don't even read horoscopes.

[thunder rumbles]

You just sound so much like her.

Your voice.

And-- [scoffs]

I just miss her.

Anyway, I'll let you go.

I just--

Just wanted to let you go.

But I wanted to explain. Um--

Frank?
I should let you go.

Frank, is it?
Mm-hmm.

What did you say her name was?
Who?

Who you were talking to.
Oh, oh, um--

Emily.

[man]
Not too many natives about.
That's good, I suppose.

Oh, Christ, look at 'em now.

Oh, Jesus,
they'll go crook at us now.

Ooh, ooh.
[shudders]

Uh, number one, talk.
Talk.

Point the bloody gun at 'im.

Frighten 'im, George.

Write IOU,

uh, big government of Australia
and we'll pay 'im.

Dad, it's all right.
It's all right.

[breathing heavily]
All right, good.
Uh, you tell 'im.

Uh, tell 'im we'll pay 'im.
Dad, it's Phillip.

Yeah, it's Phillip, Dad.
I'm here. I'm here.

Oh, Phillip.
Sir, uh, you have to write
on a bit of paper.

Um, have you got
a bit of paper?

Uh, someone's getting
a bit of paper.

Uh, uh--

Big government...
Australia...
belonged to me. Yes.

[chattering]
Oh. Oh, Christ.

[Olivia] Morning.
Morning.

Any messages?
On the spike.

[paper rustling]

[computer beeps]

These are all for Hamish.

[computer beeps]
Yep.

[phone rings]
Is Phillip in?

Yep.

[phone ringing]
You don't know what
a flash player is,

do you,
by any chance?
No.

Why can I not get on to my own
Web site if I haven't got one?
I don't know.

What's going on
with Olivia's haircut?

Oh. Yeah, God knows.
[computer chirps]

She didn't
have surgery, did she?

I wouldn't think so,
not over the weekend.

Do you think there'd be
potential property buyers
who haven't got a flash player?

I don't know. Probably.
What is a flash player?

It's not just a haircut,
is it?

I paid her bloody emo friends
good money for this.

You want a check, don't you?
You know it won't clear
till Friday.

No. No, no.
I came to apologize.

-Oh, really?
-I'd just like us to go on
pretending that I'm not--

It's asking me to push "okay."
I'm not going to get a virus
if I push okay?

I don't know.
No, you wouldn't know.
I'm going to push "okay."

Whoa!

Incidentally, I went
and saw the old man,

after you and I
were speaking on Saturday.

Oh, Christ, Phillip.
I'm sorry.
No, no, no. Shut up.

It's all good.
No, I'm--
I'm really, really sorry.

He's fine. He's fine.
Honestly, he's fine.
Right.

[bird cooing]

Something interesting
happened today.
[computer whirs]

-You don't know what
an error 101 is, do you?
-It's semi-related.

Um... I thought
I got a phone call
from my mum on Saturday.

-Your mother?
Well, that would be, uh--
-Mm.

Didn't your mum--
Yeah, late last year.

Pass away.
Yeah, I remember you saying.
Cervical cancer.

Yeah, that'd do it.

And?
No, it was just--

It was just a wrong number.

And?
And I thought it was her.

Your mum?
Mm.

The dead one?
No.

It was just a wrong number.
Yeah, you said.

I just wasn't sure and,
you know, she sounded like...

she might be
an interesting person.

Just excuse me, Frank.
I'm sorry to do this to you.
I will have to take this. Hello.

Yes, he's right here now.

Certainly.
It's for you, Frank.

Who is it?
It's Freud.

He says it's urgent.
Tell him I'll call him back.

There's a tone of concern
in his voice, Frank.

Right.

Okay, yes, Vienna.
How many bedrooms?

Is he all right?
I don't know.

He saw his old man
on the weekend.
No, otherwise.

[phone rings]
How would I know?

[phone rings]
How are you?

[Frank] How do you mean?
[Olivia] Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.
You haven't said anything
about my hair.

[phone rings]
No, I haven't.

[phone rings]
Oh, it'll look good
when it's finished.

-Phillip said
you might be in a mood.
-No, I like it.

I have to take these.
Sure.

-Phillip Lang Real Estate.
How can I help you?
-[Phillip] Frank?

I'm afraid he's
in a meeting at the moment.
Phillip.

Take a message?
Lunch.

[clears throat]
It's lunchtime.

Okay, no problem.
Is that 4:00?

[Phillip]
Please follow the guard.

[birds chirping]

[clears throat, sniffs]

Really?

You're complaining about
I'm coughing and you're
on a flight path?

Just hit the ball.
[airplane passing overhead]

That's good.
Never had a lesson.
Can you believe that?

No. I'm happy to sign
an affidavit saying I saw that.
[laughs]

Are there any
downhill holes here?

Yeah, this one,
but you gotta go
the other way.

Oh you're joking,
aren't you, Frank.

You're very funny.
Oh, come on. Have a go.

-You're being facetious.
-Nah, I'm being optimistic.
I have faith in you, mate.

Freud and I were just
discussing your mother again.

He thinks you should
take the day off.

Not suggesting for a moment
that's not what you're doing,

but could you do something
sensible at some point?

-Why don't you go
and see your dead mother?
-Oh, righto.

Now shut up.
I'm out here to relax.

Oh, how very relaxing.
I feel much better now.

You know, every time you walk
in the room lately, I can hear
your theme music.

It's not a bad life, Frank,
being an agent.

We stand in the middle
of an economic equation

adding to the price of something
without producing it.

We show people houses they like
and we explain to them
why they like it.

If they don't like it, we've got
another one we're desperate
to show them

that we think might
suit them better.

We're probably a by-product
of the bloody divorce industry.

Somebody's life's
not going terribly well,
it's good news for us.

Not the most difficult work
in the world.

[Frank narrating]
28 MacLan Avenue, St. Marys.

Attractive Tudor style home
on a good size allotment.

[rings]

Solid brick,
wide double-frontage verandah.

[sighs]

Quiet tree-lined street,

set in an attractive
garden setting.

[door opens]

-I'm Frank.
-You must be. Come in, please.

Greet--
I'm sorry about the mess.

Oh, no, it's fine.
I understand.

Greet, gree--
gr-- g--

Now sound it out, dear.
Gr-ie-f.

Yes, that's good.
"Said the goose.
Well, well, said the pig."

That's very good, Omar.
You've done very well today.

Now, off you pop.

Take your books
and I will give you--
[grunts]

Now this is your reader
for next week.

Here you go, miss.
Oh, thank you.

Oh, this is all about
how English was invented.

Yes, it's about
where English was invented.

Off you go.
Thank you, miss.

Same time next Monday.

Well, I-I've had the kettle on.
I'll make us some tea, shall I?

Mm, sure.

[Frank narrating]
Well proportioned
light-filled entranceway

leads to spacious hallway
with original features.

Generously proportioned
living room with north-facing
leadlight windows,

art-deco ceiling fixtures,
gas heating and--

Oh, hello.

I think it's about 15-by-12
in the old money.

Sorry. Force of habit.

[inhales, sighs]

You must be an incredibly
gifted kleptomaniac,

or your fines from the library
are worth more than this house.

[chuckles]
These are all mine.

I used to work
in the state library, 30 years.

Now I can't bare to see
a book out of place.

Oh, it's so silly really,
you know, because I go
into other people's houses

and I, you know,
I might see a book that's
lying on an occasional table.

I get quite short-tempered.

Mm.

I straighten pictures,
plan reno's.

I was thinking
of doing something
like this to my place.

Hmm.

What's he do?
Who?

Oh, Damien. Oh, he's in--
he's in HR, IT or--

To tell you the truth,
I don't honestly know,
but I-I know it's an acronym.

Something to do with computers,
and I believe he does
quite well out of it.

-Now, do you take milk?
-Oh, yes, thank you.

[sighs]
And sugar?

Yeah, just one.

Force of habit... again.

How long have you been--
Eight months.

It's not really panning out.
I mean--

We get on better,

you know, um,
than when we were married.

-I'm sorry to hear that.
-No, it's all right. I mean,
we're working through it.

[sighs] I'm sorry,
because I know this
is none of my business,

but if you're
still getting on, why--

Well, I mean,
it's not anything--

It's not anything
specific really.

It's just, um--

She suddenly got famous
and, it was, you know,
it was quite shocking.

She's an actor,
so we didn't really think
it was going anywhere.

Everything was fine
when she was doing co-op.

You know,
those magical-realist plays

from South America
with a talking cat.
Mm.

Now she's got 220,000 followers
on Twitter.

Oh, wow.
Would I know of her,
do you think?

I dunno.
Do you watch Major Surgery?

It's not--
It's not Wendy McKinnon?

Yeah.

Oh, well, they say
she's wonderful.

Yeah. I recently heard
her work described
as fairly accurate.

And what do you do, Frank,
if you don't mind my asking?

[clears throat]
I'm retired.

-Really?
-I invented Tetris.

Right.
I also model. Menswear mainly.

Mm.

And, uh, right now,
I am... doing volunteer work

for an impoverished Realtor
in Unley.

-There we are.
-Mm.

Force of habit again.

I don't like to say
that I work in real estate.

Not 'cause it's evil,
there's no argument there.

But it's just
every time I say it,

someone always says
"0h, so what's this place worth,
you reckon?"

Right.

-So what--
-Mid-fives to early sixes.

-600 thousand for this place?
-Yes. 650 on a good day.

But I-I thought after
the recession that--
Yeah, well, you know.

Everybody's scared
of the stock market

and cash is getting silly,
so bricks and mortar.

It's the best place
to park your money.

-Oh, I thought everybody
had lost their money.
-Mm, the normals.

But who did they lose it to?

The investors.
They can still call
the Queen their auntie.

But all the papers say--

You don't believe what you read
in the papers, do you?

Money never goes away.
It just changes hands.

Thanks for the tea.
No, no. Thank you
for coming all this way.

Oh, it's not a problem.
We're calling this
an inner suburb these days.

Well, good-bye.

Right.

Thanks for the tea.

Oh, um, while I think about it,

somebody's turned your mat
upside down.

Oh, no, it's meant
to be like that.
No, no, it's meant to--

Come here and I'll show you.
Come on.

Now stand there and look.
Look down.

Now look up.

What do you see?

I don't know.

Um--

A street?
[bicycle bell clangs]

[chattering]

[woman] Welcome.

Thanks for the tea.

[Frank narrating]
Established garden setting
with bright sunny outlook

onto one of the area's
most distinctive avenues.

This well-presented
property boasts easy access
to local amenities,

including attractive parks
and gardens.

Don't let this opportunity
pass you by.
[car beeping]

[rings]

Did you leave something?
No.

I just wanted to ask
if we could, um--

You know, if we could
do this again?

I don't really feel like
I got the chance to apologize
for the other night and--

You seem perfectly--

No, can we please
just not talk about that.
I just want to-- I mean--

Frank.
No, no, look, it's coming.

Frank.
No, I've got it.

Would you like to come round
to lunch on Sunday?

I will do a roast.

Terrific. Um--

Should I bring something?
No. Just bring yourself.

Good.
Right.

1:00.
Right. Righto.

1:00. Sunday.
[chuckles]

All right.
1300 hours.

Roger that. Lunch.

[man on radio]
Sorry, caller two,
that's not right.

Caller three,
look, what do you think
the secret sound is?

[woman on radio]
Oh, it's the sound
of someone hissing?

I mean it. I really thought
that you found a moment there.
Oh, good.

Really strong.
Thanks, Gary.

Wonderful energy.

Maybe you could try
an accent or something
in the next scene.

Oh, all right.
Meryl Streep.
You look like Meryl Streep.

I do not.
Yes.

Excuse me. Can I talk to you
for a minute, please?

[chattering]
You work here?

[woman]
Is there a problem?

[Frank] I wanna see
the safety adviser right now.

There must be someone
from 0.H. & S. here.
Go get em. Go.

Right now.
Go get 'em. Stat!

Bring me a safety helmet
and some safety vests as well.

[chattering]

Meryl Streep.
Oh.

I had a farm in Africa.

Put this on.
Could you get me a bigger size?

Sorry. Sorry, Gary,
what were you were saying?

Well, what I'm saying is
that I really think you should
consider moving to London.

It's great. It's expensive,
but it's a nice place.
I've got a little spot--

Thanks, darling. That's good.

-There's plenty of work
on the West End.
-That's great.

It'd be great
and they'd love you.

There should be cones
around the cones.

Excuse me, Gary,
just one second.

[Gary] You know, it wasn't--
it wasn't Meryl Streep.
It was Halle Berry.

What I'm trying to say
is the cones are there
for your own safety.

Oh, here's my little ingenue.

Right.
Every day from now on.

One of these. Hard hat.

[bell rings]
[sighs]

You have to stop pulling
this stuff on the crew, Frank.

Why? They assume
that anybody that walks in here
in a suit's from the network

and this is
from Fletcher Jones.

Give that to Gary, will you?

Anyway, you used to dig it
when I used to do it.

Yeah, well,
this isn't the old days.

[Sighs]
Maybe not for you.

They're just trying
to do their jobs.
Thanks, Wendy.

Yes, bringing joy
and hope to millions.

Huh, well, at least
they make something
that didn't exist once.

You sell what's already there.
You're in no position to judge.

All right.
Fair play. Sorry.

See, that's the trouble
with you, Frank.

You'd much rather apologize
afterwards than be reasonable
beforehand.

I mean, what's with you?
What do you mean? I'm fine.

Exactly. Why are you
in such a good mood?

FYI, I've done some research.

People don't actually
say "stat" in Australia.

What's, uh, Gary doing here?
Oh, he doesn't have to go
till Thursday now.

What's he doing in London?
Nothing. Just panto
to clear a tax debt.

Oh, no, he isn't!

Hi, Wendy.

You're not seeing anyone,
are you?

No.

It'd be fine if you are.

Right.
And how isn't it fine?

Oh, don't get prickly.

I'm just saying you're acting
like you got a leg over.

It would be fantastic
if you had, to be honest.

Not just for me,
for society as a whole.
[workers chattering]

Oh, shit.
You gotta be there in 10.

Uh, righto.
Ah, Frank?

Be nice. Please.
Righto.

To who?

[chattering]

[car beeping]

They started already.
Oh, sorry, mate.

Mum didn't tell me
till an hour ago.

You're lucky
I had nothing on.
Like what?

[man]
Cue the storm.

[thunderclap]

Line?
[man] "Who's there, besides--"

Who's there, besides--

Foul--
Foul weather.

[Frank Jr.]
One minded like the weather,
most unquietly.

Sorry. Line?
"I know you. Where's the king?"

I know you.
Where's the king?

Contending with
the fretful elements.

Bids the earth blow into--
Wind.

Bids the wind blow the earth
into the sea,

or swell the curled waters
above the main.

That things might cease.
Tears his white hair,

which the impetuous blasts,
with eyeless rage,

catch their fury
and make nothing of.

Strives in his
little world of man

to outscorn the to-and-fro
conflicting wind and rain.

Wherein the cub-drawn bear
would couch, the lion
and the belly-pinched wolf

keep their fur dry,
unbonneted he runs

and bids what will take all.

[hammering]

Line?
"But who is with him."

But who is with him?
Sorry.

None but the fool,
who labors to out-jest
his heart-struck injuries.

[clicks teeth]

[birds cooing]

[Frank] How's your arm?
[Frank Jr.] Good.

How's school?
Good.

[turn signal clicking]

I spy, with my little eye...

something starting with W.

Windscreen.

Yeah, all right. Fair enough.

Um, your turn.

Something starting with E.

Edwardian villa?

No.

Eastern suburbs?
No.

All right, I give up.
Estranged husband.

[Frank narrating]
67 Dalkieth Avenue, Hyde Park.

Untouched period charm
in sought-after location.

Generously proportioned rooms

characterize the appeal
of this late-Victorian
villa-style home

with original features.

This meticulously renovated
family home

is ideal for entertainment

and is a short walk
from a prestige retail
and vibrant café district.

You're not coming in, are you?

No, I just wanted
to take a quick squiz
at the guttering.

It looks fine.
What's she on about?

Duh. She had it fixed
by some men.

I'll talk to you later.

[Frank narrating]
The property also boasts
recently refurbished guttering.

[dial tone, line ringing]

Hi, you've reached
Wendy McKinnon.

Please leave a message after
the beep and I'll get back
to you as soon as I can.

[beep]

Uh, hi. It's me.

Um-- I, uh--

I just finished watching
Frank Jr. rehearsing,

and um--

he's, um--

Look, I-I think
we should talk maybe.

Um, he's--

[sighs]
Um... he's home.

He's fine and, um,
the gutters look good.

Um... okay.

Talk later.

Uh, it's Frank, by the way.
[voice mail beeps]

[phone beeps]

[cell phone ringing]

Yep?
[Wendy] All right.
What's happened?

Nothing. Why?

Is he all right?
Yeah, he's fine.

What happened?
Nothing.

So what's with
the "we should talk"?

What?
You left a message.

You're like,
"It's Frank. We should talk".

Oh, oh, oh, yeah.

Um--
Just tell me he's all right.

He's fine.

You know, uh, sorry.

I was just watching him

at rehearsal and...
he's good.

Sorry?
He's-- He's good.

He's, um, he's talented,
you know,

at, uh, at acting.

And I was just wondering
if we should do something
about that.

[chattering]

Well, did you tell him?
What?

Are you kidding?
No, you don't tell them
things like that.

I mean, should we send him
to one of those special schools?

Frank, I'll talk to you later.

No, hang on.
You know what I mean.

One of those schools
for kids who can't play footy.

[cell phone beeps]

[Frank Narrating]
Eighteen Waltham Street,
Prospect.

Mortgagee auction,
with period charm,
excellent floor plan,

secure parking at the rear.

Subject to council approval.

This home will excite
the discerning inner-city buyer

looking for convenience
and style.

Central bathroom,
gas heating and appliances.

North-facing rear garden,
ideal--

Looks like
a deceased estate.

Why? Did you find the body?
We looked everywhere for it.

Well, if it is
a deceased estate,

why does it say
"mortgagee auction"
on the board?

Well, the mortgagee
is deceased. I believe
that's why she's selling.

[man]
Excuse me, mate. Sorry.

[Frank]
Excuse me for a sec, mate.

Um, not to be rude,
but this isn't
in your price range.

Yeah, well,
but it's listed here as--
Yeah, I know what it says.

I put it there.

[baby mumbles]

[door closes]

[chuckles]

Oh, wow.

[doorbell rings]
Oh, at last.
I'm so sorry, Frank.

[door opens]
Oh, good Lord,
no wonder you're late.

Look at you, all handsome.
[man] I didn't wear this
for you, Mum. It's Anzac Day.

Oh, don't be silly.
I know that.

How was it?
Oh, it was pretty good.
Same as last year.

Oh. Hello.

Frank, this is Damien.
Damien, Frank.

G'day.

Now, I'll take that.
Sit down and I'll serve up
before it gets cold.

That looks pretty swish.

Thanks, Mum.

[silverware clanging]

[slurps, sighs]

[slurps] Mmm.

[sighs] It's better than
the bully, eh, Phillip, eh?

You tell 'em it's from me.
There's plenty more
where that came from.

Hmm, it was better
than the bully.

The tins aren't rusty
like the other ones, eh?

Yeah, eat up, mate. Shush.

Mm. [sniffles]

[people chattering]

Mmm. [sighs]

You love that, don't you?
Ah, yeah. It's good.

Um--

Sarah tells me
that you're in IT?

That's right, yeah.
I run IT for the HR department
at the RAAF.

Oh... okay. I see.
CPU's?

Well, yeah, yeah,
that's correct.

Um, we maintain a virtualized
data center cluster,

with high bandwidth off-site
replication for redundancy.

Spin up VM's when the I/0's
get out of spec,

which could be from
either our intranet
or Internet hosted web apps.

Um, we've got to watch out
for SNMP traps that target
our 5-9's uptime SLA.

And, of course,
obviously, I mean,
security is a big issue,

so we, uh, we dig
through lines of code

to check for possible
SQL injection exploits.
[inhales]

What about you, Frank?

I'm in real estate.

Right.

So, um...

what's this place worth,
do you reckon?

Mum, where are the--
where are the--
No, no, it goes in there.

It used to be in there.
[chuckles]

Sarah, um,
I can help if you want.

If you've got another tea towel,
I could dry.
No, don't be silly.

You're a guest.
Go and sit down.
Damien can do it.

So, uh, I know you said
you met over the phone.

I'm just still a little--
You must live in Linden Park.

Um, Graham Street.

Yeah, I'm around the corner
on Ostral.
Right, right.

Yeah, and we have
similar phone numbers.

And I think that the threes
and the sixes got turned around.

I mean she was calling you,
but--
Uh-huh.

She got me instead.
Right.

And, um, you know,
we got to talking and--

Yeah. When you say it out loud,
it does sound a little off-key.

A little bit.
Yeah.

-There's tea if you want it
when you finish.
-Thanks, Mum.

And don't throw the butts
over the fence like
you usually do, Damien.

It upsets
the tai chi ladies.

0oh.

Busted.

Thanks for lunch.
My pleasure.

Damien.

Frank.

Always nice to meet
a member of the armed forces,
especially in peacetime.

Take care.

Righto.

[blade stops]

Oh, mate!

Can I touch it?
Of course you can.

God! [exhales]

[elevator bell dings]

Sarah!
Fancy meeting you here.

Everything okay?
Yes. Uh, well, no.

I've just been
visiting a friend.
Oh, okay.

Everything good, I hope.
She's quite unwell.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Oh, uh,
this is my son, Frank.
Frank.

Hello.
Hello.

Sorry about the smell.
It's his arm.

It's like unpasteurized cheese
from the 19th century.

Everything all right?
Oh, yes. Yes, I'm fine.

[elevator whirs]

[elevator bell dings]

Sarah?

Yes, Frank.

Do you need a ride home
or something?
No, Frank.

Thank you,
but I'll be fine.

Who was that?
Huh?

She's, uh-- She's a friend.

Right.
She was a friend.

Frank, I've been, um--

I've been meaning
to tell you something.

The, uh--

The other day when
I was watching rehearsal--

[zipper closes]

I mean, the cast took me
out of it a little bit,

took me out of the scene.

I don't think
they had plaster of paris
in the Tudor period.

I mean, you know,
they could have had some

rudimentary splint arrangement,
I suppose.

But look,
the point I was trying
to make is that--

What I'm-- What I'm trying
to tell you is that...

[beeping]
you're good.

Well, you're really good.

And I'll be honest,
I mean, you blew me away.

And, um, you know,
I just think that you should--

[sobbing]

No, mate, don't cry.

I mean, I wouldn't have
told you if you were gonna--

[sighs]

All right.

All right.
[clears throat]

Yeah, good talk.

You all right, mate?
Yeah, I'm okay.

[sighs]
Watch out for the cones.
[chuckles]

[man] Ducks on the pond.
Ra-ta-ta-ta.

G'day James.
Hello.

[bell rings]
Oh, I'll see you tomorrow.

Have you been crying?
No.

What happened?
What have you done?
Nothing.

What did you do?
What did he say to you?

Nothing, I'm fine.
It's just hay fever.

White with one,
Mr. Mollard.
Cheers.

We should go.
Thanks for picking him up.

[chattering]

[crickets chirping]

[door creaks]

[keys jingle]

[keys clatter on desk]

[dial tone]

[sighs]

[dial tone continues]

[sighs]

[dial tone stops]
[sighs]

[doorbell rings]

[clock ticking]

Frank? Oh.
Just passing.
I thought I'd pop in.

I see. Uh--

You're not an ambulance chaser,
are you, Frank?

What? Who said that?
What, Damien?

Well, he--
Well, we both were--

We're a bit unsure
because you seem very nice.

I'm finally having a good week.
J-Just give me his number.

I'll call him.
No!

No, a fucking ambulance chaser.
Give me his number.

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

You said
he wasn't combat trained.
Frank, he is my son.

Not you, him.

Now, I-I know
what you've been doing,

and up to now,
I've not seen any harm in it.

But she's gone, Frank,
and it-- it doesn't matter
how nice you are to me.

It doesn't change anything.
And no matter what you think
is wrong with you,

you're just going to have
to fix that on your own.

Because I'm not her.

[clock chiming]
I'm not family.

No, you're right.

You're not.

By the way,
your mat's upside down.

[door closes]
Your mat is upside down!

[woman on TV] Oh, my God!
He's gone into arrest!

Forty milligrams
of adrenaline. Stat!

Where's Dr. Mason?

[phone rings]
[man on TV]
It's not going well.

His BP and heart rate
are still falling.

[woman] We need to get
some adrenaline in him now.
[man] Any more and we'll risk--

[woman] Stat! Unless we stop
and defibrillate him--
[cell phone ringing]

[TV off]
[cell phone ringing]

[cell phone beeps]

Frank Mollard.

[Sarah] It's me.

Yep?

I-I tried to call earlier,
but you weren't answering.

No.

[sighs]
Please don't be like this.

I've rung to apologize.
It's okay.

And I-I was wondering--
Mm-hmm.

You see, I don't have
a driver's license and--

Oh. Well, it's okay.
You can use mine.

[Frank narrating]
114 Mount Alexander Road,
Walkerville.

[sighs]
It's gone.

[bird squawking]

Let's have a squiz anyway.

[Frank narrating]
Substantially sized allotment
in prime location,

ideal for investors.

Or create your own vision,
subject to council approval.

Let your imagination run wild.

The kitchen was here.

And there were
always lovely smells.

Well, she was always baking.

My mum was always baking.

And we had a lean-to... here.

On hot summer nights,
they let me sleep
out on the daybed.

And, oh, I'd be awake...
until all hours,

counting the stars.

[Frank] How many
were there back then?

[chuckles] I don't think
I ever got that far.

[chuckles]

Oh, and there was
a wonderful nectarine tree here.

And lavender and rosemary
all along the fence.

I was always getting
stung by bees. [chuckles]

[sighs]
Oh, dear.

[sighs] It's so terrible
to see it like this.

My father was very proud
it was a working garden.

There was, um, a vine
he put in over there.

That would be over
70 years old by now.

[sighs]

I thought it was bigger.
It always seemed bigger.

Yeah, they always do.
[airplane passing overhead]

Come on.

Let's go see the next one.
Mm.

You got-- Take my arm.

[Sarah sighs]

[Frank Narrating]
14 Macklethwaite Street,
Clarence Gardens.

Double-fronted family residence
in highly sought-after area,

with... scope
to further improve.
[car beeping]

Thank you.
There you go.

[rock music playing]

[rock music continues]

[Frank]
Is that a spruce or a fir?

I think it's a Blue Cedar,
Cedrus atlantica.

Look, I can, um,
look it up for you
when I get home.

Let me do the talking.

[music stops]

Hey.
Hey.

Frank Mollard.
Phillip Lang Real Estate. Card?

You can keep that.

Yeah, cool, man.
Yeah, nice font.

Yeah, it's a serif.
Yeah.

Yeah, um, we're actually
renting at the moment, so--
Yeah, keenly aware of that.

Yeah, me and the cats were,
you know, we're rehearsing, so--

That was you?
Yeah.

Wow. I thought
you were spinning some vinyl.

I thought it was like
Sly and the Family Stone.

That's not, Sly, man.
[laughs, snorts] I wish.

Anyway, back to me.
Sure.

My, um, associate and I
are in the area today
and today only,

to evaluate properties
that Phillip Lang Real Estate

-has identified
as having potential.
-[rock music continues]

Look, um,
let me be frank with you.

-I need a name.
-Kyle.

Kyle. Right, Kyle.

Uh, my name's Frank.
Yeah, you said.

Anyway I was just wondering
if we could--

May we come in
and have a quick squiz?

Um, yeah, yeah, sure.
Yeah, of course, yeah.

Come on in.
Make yourself at home.

Thank you.
No worries.

We won't take much of your time.
Like five minutes or something.

Well, I can give you the tour.
No, no, no, you jam.
We'll be right.

Oh, I'm-- I'm sorry
to disturb you.
[drums playing]

Hi.
All right.

Yeah, no problem.
[Kyle] Let's get back into it.

[man] Is that your dad?

[Kyle] No, it's not my dad.

[Frank narrating]
Light-filled entrance

leads to spacious
kitchen and meals area.

[Kyle] I don't know the guy.
Does he look like my dad?

I remember these curtains.

They're the same.

They are the same curtains.

[rock music continues]

[sighs]

Is it cancer?

How long
did they give you?

I can't think
of any other reason
that we'd be here.

I'll be all right, Frank.
They say I'll be all right.

That's not true.

That's not based
on a true story.

If they said that, we'd be
at the zoo looking at meerkats
and eating ice cream.

I have a intercranial
cerebral aneurysm,

and they can't--

I don't know how long.
[band chattering]

It's not as if
they give you a date.

Damien know?

He thinks
I'm just off-color.

[inhales] Right.

So he just thinks
that your hip is crook?

[sighs]
No, that's not lying.

But the hip
won't be done because--

because of the aneurysm,
they can't give me
a general anesthetic.

They daren't put me under
a general anesthetic.

[sighs]

Well...

thanks for telling me.

[rock playing]
[chattering]

-[rock music playing]
-Oh, hey, man. Hey.

Hey, Kyle.
Thanks very much.
Yeah, yeah. No worries.

Really appreciate it.
Just hang on a sec.
Hang on a sec.

Dude, where are
the Feb 15 demos?

We'll just be off.
It's cool.
Check it out.

Huh?

Yeah. it's just like,
you know, like an EP.
Oh, good.

Yeah, sort of like a, you know,

between albums,
kind of limited release.
Right.

Yeah, yeah, double A-side.
Right.

We're going through
a transitional period.
Right.

Shifting our influences
away from Miles, Pastorius,
toward funk.

Mm. Rock is dead.
Yeah.

Rock is dead.

Long live
Paper Scissors.
Yeah.

So, uh, what's this, uh--
what's the place worth,
do you reckon?

Oh, this place?
Yeah.

As it is?

Uh, mostly
sentimental value.
Hmm.

That's sweet.
Yeah.

Yeah. All right.
Thanks, mate.
Yeah, no worries.

Oh, and nice meeting you too,
uh, lady.

Madame. Ma'am.
Thank you.

[birds chirping]

[rock music playing]

God. How long
does this go on for?

This track? 137 minutes.

Frank,

I'd be glad if you didn't
say anything to Damien.

I know you wouldn't.

[chuckles]
I feel silly asking.

Would you like
to come in for a cuppa?

What was she like?

Who? Mum?
Mm.

[sighs]

Old.

Older than
she should have been.

Disappointed.

In what?

Me. Dad.

Herself, I suppose.

Her life.

[chuckles]

She always smelled
of Taft hair spray.

And she kept
a pharmacy of placebos
in her bedside drawer.

She seemed to be
on hold two hours a day

waiting to talk to somebody
at 5AA talkback.

I remember...

at Christmas,

she would put as many
five-cent coins into my bit
of the pudding as she could.

Must have been six buck's worth.

I mean, there was more coins
than there was pudding.

Then I read somewhere...

that the nickel
in five-cent coins

gave off toxins when cooked.

It turns out
she was trying to kill me.

With kindness though.

[water running]

There aren't any for you.

-What's that?
-It's a water feature.

What's it doing here?

Phillip had it
put in this morning.

Harris Real Estate
has got one, apparently.

Don't you like it?

I have to go to the toilet
all the time now, like nana.

Is he in?

He's around the corner,
checking out the billboard.

We have a billboard?

And a water feature.

-Phillip.
-Frank.

What do you reckon?

Nice font.

What did you think
of the water feature?

Olivia showed it to me.

You all right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, all good.
Piss off, Frank.

Yeah, well,
that's not true.

That's not based
on a true story.

What's going on?
Nothing's going on, Frank.

Everything's dandy.
Mm.

Is it your old man?

Okay, yeah.

Don't take this the wrong way,
Frank, but I'm blaming you.

Right. I must warn you,
there's a queue.

This is costing me a fortune.

[Frank] Mm.

I want you to meet someone.

I want you to meet
my dead mother.

Oh, you bloody
double-crossed me,
that's what I reckon.

You-- You said you'd be
at the beach waiting for us,

and you-- and you weren't
bloody well there.
Dad?

Dad, it's me. Phillip.
Ah.

Again.
Oh, yes.

Dad, I've brought someone
to see you.

Hello, Noel.
I'm Sarah.

No, no, not this one.
I wanna talk to the other one.

Gave me
the bloody malaria pills.

They're making me worse,
I reckon. I keep vomiting
the things up.

Can't help that.
Can't help that.

Noel? Noel?

That's all done with now,
and you don't have to take them
anymore if you don't want to.

My oath, I don't.
Bloody things.

It's all done with now,
and you're back home now.

Yeah?
It's all over with.

You know, you're gonna be
up and about in no time.

Yeah?
Yeah.

When can I see B-Beth?

Soon, love.
You'll see her soon.

[chattering]

You all right?
Yeah.

It's all good.

It's all good.

Thanks.

Phillip,

did your father...
ever mention a Captain Simpson?

He might have.
It comes pretty thick
and fast these days.

No, before.

Oh, before, he never
talked about anything.

Uh-huh.

Captain Simpson
was the commander
of your father's artillery unit.

And when the Japanese
landed in Rabaul,
the men were cut off.

They were...
totally isolated.

And Simpson
had to take those men...

there were 40 of them,
including your father,

through the jungle
to safety.

It took them three months.

And later,
Simpson died of--

died of malaria
in Port-- Port Moresby.

Your father credits Simpson
with saving his life.

And Simpson's first name,

his given name...

was Phillip.

[car beeping]

Here you go.

Ah, thank you.

You all right?
Mm.

Good.

Well, Phillip,
it was very nice to meet you.

And your father.

You're all right.

[mumbles]
Oh.

No. That's all right.
Sorry.
[laughing]

I'll walk you
inside if you want.
No, thank you.

You sure. I don't mind.
No, no, no, no, no.

Bye.

Wow.
I know.

Freud was right.
He was onto something.

[door closes]
He did very well out of it.

So I'm told.

Not like us, though.
Nah, nah,
not even close, mate.

[car beeping]
Wrong racket.

[engine starts]

[band playing]

[boy] * I died
at the hands of an angel *

* Gently betrayed with a kiss *

* All my dreams
came tumbling down *

* What I've found *

* Well, I was lost
without you *

* I was lost without a trace *

* Lost, never to be found *

* Lost *

* Without you I was lost *

He faints. My Lord! My Lord!
* Without a trace *

Break, heart. I prithee, break!
Look up, my Lord.

Vex not his ghost.
0, let him pass!
He hates him much.

That would upon the rack
of this tough world,
stretch him out longer.

The wonder he's endured
so long!

The weight of this sadness
we must obey.

Speak what we feel,
not what we ought to say.

The oldest have borne most.

We that are young
shall not see as much
nor live as long.

[band playing]

* Lost *

* Without you I was lost *

* Without a trace *

* Lost, never to be found *

-[music stops]
-[applause]

[cheering, applause]

Yeah!

[chattering]

[Wendy] You were the best.
[Frank Jr.] Really?

[Wendy laughs]
[Frank] Yeah, no, you know--

The sets were good.
Mm-hmm.

The music not bad.
That's good.

The costume.
Pantaloons come up great.
Really?

And you and Edgar and--
Albany.

Albany! You looked like
Adam and the Ants.

[snorts] Frank!
No, I'm just--

I'm just kidding, mate.
Good effort.

Went well.
It was great.

So, who's-- who's Goneril?
Rachel.

[birds chirping]

She isn't here, mister.
I called her an hour ago.

[doorbell rings]
I knocked loud.

Loudly.

[knocks]

[clock ticking]

[teapot whistling]

[clock chimes]

[teapot continues whistling]

[knocking]

[clamoring]

[footsteps approaching]

Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit.

Sarah. Sarah.

Sarah!

[phone beeping]

[woman on phone] Emergency.
What service do you require?

[siren wailing]

G'day, you've called Damien.
Leave me a message,
I'll call you back.

Damien, it's Frank Mollard.

Could you give me a call back
as soon as you get this message?

Um, you can reach me
on this number.

Thanks.

[machine beeping]

[woman]
We've met, I think.

I'm Dr. Elliot.

Your son had a fracture.

Are you a friend
of the family?

Not all of them, no.

Were you downstairs?

Yeah, I've been advanced
up to palliative.

Right. Righto.

Palliative?

That's where
you can't fix 'em, right?

That's-- That's correct.

How the hell
is that a promotion?

[respirator hissing]

Mr. Mollard?

Mr. Mollard?

I've been thinking
about what you said,

"How is that a promotion?"

Oh, yeah. Um--

Look, um--

I'm really sorry
about that, you know.

But, you know...

you're gonna
have to take a number.

Can we talk?

[inhales] Yeah.

Hold that thought.

So-- [inhales]

She's cactus, right?

Damien's not onto that.

My problem is,
without his say-so--

Mm. Caveats.

Unless her next of kin
can tell me otherwise,

I'm legally obliged
to keep her,

you know,
quote unquote.
Mm.

I'm already in breach of about
six laws and 30 guidelines
even talking to you.

Yeah.
[beeper beeping]

Do you know
the five stages of grief?
The Kübler-Ross model?

Denial, anger, bargaining,
depression, acceptance?

Mm, I'm familiar
with bargaining.
Well, Damien's in denial.

I would have thought
he went straight to anger.

So, your relationship
with him is--
Mm.

Right.

I wonder if that could change?

[sighs]

The Power and the Glory.
Graham Greene.

Jurassic Park.
Michael Crichton.

No, just kidding.
It's a joke.

To Kill a Mockingbird.
Harper Lee.

Hmm.

[sighs]

[knocks]

The Naked Civil Servant
by Quentin Crisp.

If she knew,
why didn't she say anything?

[James]
What? That you're gay?

I mean, no.
What did you expect?

The Leif Garrett poster
is a dead giveaway,
don't you reckon?

[Frank sighs]

Look--
[inhales, sighs]

Sorry.

[sniffles] I'm not gonna
be any good at this.

At what?

It's fine for you.
You've done this before.

Yeah, and I stuffed it up.

Why do you think I'm here?

Look, Damien, I'm-- I'm not
where you are right now,

but... I know
where you're headed.

And my only recommendation
is that you don't go there.

Let her go.

I didn't.

I couldn't.

Now she's gone.

I stuffed up.

She died.

By herself.

And that's what's
gonna happen to me
if I'm not careful.

Mate, you've got
to approach this head on,

'cause if you don't,
it's gonna come back around
and bite you on the bum.

You don't wanna grow up
to be like me, do you?

[chuckles]

[Damien on phone] They're
saying there's not much chance
her condition will improve.

Well-- Well, none.
And if she remains stable--

Right. So is this
what Elliot is saying?
Yeah, um,

only that her condition
has deteriorated.
Okay.

Atrophy is the word
they used so, um--
Right.

But when they, um,
when they told her that--
Uh, yeah.

Is that what she said
she thought?

No, no, yeah,
that's what she said.
I mean they're all saying that.

Okay.
That the palliative guy--

Yeah, Right, yeah.
the neurologist guy, the, uh--

Well, I mean, is it--
is it definite? Probable?
Possible?

No. It's, uh, it's definite.
Right.

Yeah, um, yeah, it's definite.
Right.

Ah, that's the word
they're using a lot. Uh--

So has she said it
or was it some doctor?

She said it. Uh, they said it.
Right.

Um, they were trying
to make a point to me, I think,

that, um--
No.

So, if you could, um--
I'll be there.

I mean, I can understand--
If you want me there,
I will be there.

[machine beeping]

[beeping]

[beeping accelerates]
[alarm beeping]

[beeping stops]

[chattering, faint]

[wave breaking on shore]

[sobbing]

[sniffles, sobbing]

Can you help me?

With the house?

It'll have to be sold.
Sure.

Can you help me with that?

Yeah.
I've never done this before,
so I don't know how to--

I mean, I suppose her affairs
need to be, uh, sorted out.

-Could you help me
with the house?
-Yeah.

I wouldn't know what to do. I--

Well, it's yours
to do what you want.

No. I--

I mean, I don't know
what she wants.

Wanted.
Wants.

Yeah, look.

Sure, I can--

I can help you
with the house.

I learned to walk there.

I remember, uh--
[laughing]

I remember the smell of cabbage.

I remember the smell
of Dad's Benson & Hedges
on his coat

and in his wardrobe.

[door creaks]

[Frank]
It's a nice big room.

12-by-15 in the old money.

I'm just gonna
sneak out the back.
Take your time.

[baby fussing]

[birds chirping]

Well?
Hmm?

Oh. You first.

Well, what's the reserve?
There isn't one.

Yeah, it'd have to be
mid-to-late sixes though, yeah?

I reckon that's
about the region, yeah.

We've told you already
we can't go past mid-fives.

Late-fives at most.

So, what are late-fives,
you reckon?

Seventy-five?

Done.

You're kidding.

Wait, you'll sell for 575?

No, I wouldn't,
but that's the figure.

That's your figure.
No, but it's the figure.

You know, that's the figure.
Yeah, but, uh--

Yeah, but there's no, you know--
No, no, no, no.
No caveats. Nope.

Vendor wants a quick sale.
Quick settlement.

You can do 60-day terms, yeah?

I can talk to the bank.
You talk to the bank.

Look, if I was
to write the board,

I'd say
"Much Loved Family Home."

The vendor doesn't want it
knocked down

and some cheap flats
put up.

Doesn't want to
"Jamie Durie" it.

It's got a working garden.

She needs a bit of love,
though, this ol' girl here.

I wouldn't know.

Bit of an aggro prune
should get her going again.
Mmm.

I'm an arborist.
Tree doctor.

I thought
that was in shipping.

How many kids do you have?
Just the one. Why?

Oh. Oh, yeah.

Use the, uh, dad gag, yeah?

That's where
I was heading, yeah.
Ah, very good. Very good.

Your wife, um--
Julie.

Julie.
Yeah, you introduced me.

She seemed, um--
Oh, she'll be fine.

You know, a bit--
Oh, no.

Sorry, bookshelves.

Half of her books are still
at her mum's place, 'cause
we can't fit them in the unit.

She's a Dickens tragic.
I've been getting into him.

He's pretty good,
don't you reckon?

I wouldn't know, mate.
I'm dyslexic.

You come into my office
Monday morning
with a 575 figure.

We'll get the paperwork started.

That's it? We're done?

It's deceptively simple,
isn't it?

Mate, you sure?

I'm sure.

Do you wanna pop in somewhere,
grab a drink to celebrate?

No, no, no, no.
It's very generous of you, but
too early in my recovery for me.

Go on.
Go inside and tell your wife.

Do your twinkle fingers thing.
Go on.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[chattering]

575.

[Julie clapping, shrieking]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[lock clicks]

[bird cooing]

[yelling, chattering]

[cheering]
[man, indistinct]

[orchestral music]

[trombone solo]

[orchestral continues]

[trumpet solo]

[music fades]