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(gentle music)

(dramatic music)

- [Reverend] First as a teacher.

Then as a school principal,

Christine dedicated her life to children.

Both the ones she taught

and the ones she lovingly raised.

Clara and Aaron.

Of whom she was so proud.

Wherever she went, Christine was a positive force,

with an infectious and zesty love of life.

And that positivity carried her through to the end.

Even after the car accident that took her leg,

she rallied, taking everything in her stride.

Her life on earth may have been

cut short by a tragic stroke.

But let us remember that she lived a full life,

a life full of joy!

Surrounded by love.

As we remember before you,

our sister, Christine Mathieson.

We ask for your help,

for all those who gather in her memory.

Amen.

- [Congregation] Amen.

- "Zesty"?

She was depressed.

I was starting to think we were at the wrong funeral.

- Sincere condolences. - Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Thanks.

- Sorry for your loss.

- Thank you for coming.

- Thank you for coming.

Oh!

Okay, thank you.

- So, sorry, Uncle Glen.

- Thank you, Daniel.

Thank you.

- That's cousin Dan?

- Yes.

- Jesus, he's grown! - I know.

I need a drink.

- Oh, Glen.

Wonderful, wonderful eulogy.

The Auburn High days.

Wasn't Father Brennan, on song?

Really captured her so well.

Darling, Aaron.

She was so proud of you.

Getting into law.

- I should go get the sandwiches from the car.

You really need to eat something.

Here.

- I don't want cake, okay?

It's not a birthday party.

- Okay.

- Sorry. - It's alright.

- Clara, we're off.

Sorry.

Have to pick up Aish. - Yeah.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

- You okay? - Yeah, thanks for coming.

See you tomorrow.

- Oh, you're not taking time off?

- To do what?

- Well, rest.

You're going to be exhausted after all this.

- I'm gonna be fine.

- Okay.

Hey, you need anything, you call me.

Alright, thanks.

See ya.

- The old Auburn High school days.

(laughing)

- Who's the old chick with the big old voice?

- She's an idiot. - She taught with Mum.

- Professional mourner.

The book club, which she established.

- I think Dad needs saving. - The sporting achievements.

I mean there's just-

- No, he needs to be with his friends.

- Yeah, well they're not his friends, Aaron.

I think I need to take him home.

- Yeah, you just wanna go home and have a drink.

That's why you wanna go.

- Okay, so then why don't you take him home,

then I can drink?

I mean, I drove him here, I drove him to see Mum's body,

I drove him to the dry cleaners-

- Wait, why did you go see Mum's body?

- [Clara] To say goodbye.

- Oh.

Or sorry.

- For what?

- For calling her fat.

- No, I didn't.

- You did.

Those were your exact last words.

To your mother.

- I'm gonna save Dad.

- She wouldn't like that.

Judith, pull yourself together!

Oh, Clara?

Come and meet the old teaching gang.

- We've met.

- [Judith] Bye, Glen.

- Yeah, bye-bye, Judith.

Thank you.

I wonder where all those people were after the accident.

- It was nice music that you chose.

Or Mum chose.

Gosh, cousin Dan looks great, doesn't he?

He looks like that famous model.

You know the guy with the mug shot?

- I bought a holiday.

- What?

- For our wedding anniversary.

I was about to give it to her.

Anyway.

- Dad, that's really nice!

- Yeah, it was one of those packages.

Senior Love Romantica.

- For aging swingers?

I'm sorry.

- Oh.

It's alright.

- Well the catering was disappointing.

Those cupcakes were inedible.

(gentle music)

- Do you wanna keep these?

No?

Maybe I'll keep them.

Babe, can you please help me clean up?

- My mother just died, Ella.

Do they have to wait right in front of us?

- I guess our time's up.

(crying)

- [Clara] So, are you gonna go?

- No.

Well I'll have to get the money back.

- How much was it?

- 15,000. - $15,000!

Whoa!

No wonder you got the cheap coffin.

- Yeah, it's a lot, isn't it?

Not many people make it to 40 years together, so...

- Well, good for you.

You may as well enjoy it.

- No, no, I can't go.

- Why?

Why?

Sitting at home and going through old albums

isn't going to change a thing.

You deserve a break.

- No, there's too much to do.

- Like what?

- Well, there's all the admin, you know,

changing names and PIN numbers and closing accounts

and canceling memberships and informing all the...

And her room.

I haven't even-

- I can do that. - I still haven't.

- I can do it.

I can do some of it.

You deserve it, Dad, after the last few years.

Cup of tea?

Or a whisky?

- You go.

I might have a lie down.

- [Clara] Okay.

- Drive safe, yeah?

(gentle music)

(crying)

- Hey, what are we having for dinner?

I'm starving.

- I don't know.

- What are you doing?

- I've got a gig.

(scoffing)

What?

What's wrong?

- You've got a gig?

- Yeah, I told you about it, remember?

- But I mean, you're working on the day of Mum's funeral?

- I know, it's not ideal.

I'm sorry.

- So, what, you've done your duty now and you're just

getting on with things?

- I have to go to work, Aaron.

I can't just not go.

- Right.

Well, what am I meant to do then?

- I don't know, there's leftovers

you can have from the wake.

- No, I don't want to eat cold meat sandwiches, Ella.

What the fuck!

I mean, you expect me to eat by myself?

Is that what you want?

- Well, why don't you have dinner with your dad, then?

Or why don't you order in?

I don't know.

- This is fucked.

- What do you mean, that's fucked?

Aaron, it's not like she was my mum.

- Right, so what, you don't, you don't feel anything?

Is that what you're trying to say?

- No, I'm not saying I don't feel anything.

I'm just saying that the whole world doesn't stop

because somebody dies.

- Well that's selfish!

(gentle music)

- [Agent] I'm so sorry.

- Thank you.

I realize this is a

late notice to cancel,

but it was unavoidable, so...

- Mmm, I...

Unfortunately, it's as I suspected.

What's today?

- Ah...

- So, the package you purchased is no longer in the system

because the departure date is so close.

- So, what does this mean?

- The booking is not in the system anymore

as the departure is so close,

it's actually, it's not in my system anymore.

- Yes, no, I understand that,

but what does it, what does it mean?

- Well it means it's gone to the airline and to the hotel,

and because there's no insurance attached...

Did, did you...

Yes, so you purchased the bronze package,

which has no insurance.

So, there's actually no means of canceling it from here.

- Yeah.

So, what do I do?

- Well you could call the airline and hotel directly

and explain your...

Your situation.

- My situation is that my wife has died.

- Yes, exactly.

I know, it's so awful.

And so there is that option.

- Or?

- Or you could

go on the holiday.

But I think if you call the airline and the hotel directly,

they really should address your...

- Yeah, okay, well I...

I will call the hotel and the airline.

Right, thank you very much.

(gentle hold music)

- [Male] Hello.

- My name's Glen Mathieson. - Thank you for calling

Sick of waiting?

Why not visit our website,

for anything from seat allocations to meal requests.

Oh, come on.

- Even after the accident.

I mean, Glen is so timid.

He won't cope without her.

You remember when Clive's wife died?

He only lasted six months!

- Okay.

One moment.

- [Male] Hello, thank you for calling.

Sick of waiting?

Why not visit our website

for anything from seat allocations

to meal requests - Glen.

- Ah, Judith, sorry,

I'm just on...

Ah, yes, yes.

Yes, Glen Mathieson is my name.

- How wonderful to see you out and about so soon.

- My god, sorry, I don't need those.

Could you put those back?

Sorry.

Yes, yes, that's great.

Yes.

- They were for his wife.

Had a terrible car accident.

In the wet.

It was a stroke that took her in the end, about a week ago.

- Judith, I don't really think

the cashier needs to know my situation.

Yes.

- We all miss her.

Yes, I was hoping

you could... - Dearly.

- [Female] Customer support, how can I help you?

- Oh, hello!

No, sorry, I was just-

- [Female] Can I help you, sir?

- Yeah, apologies. - I taught with his wife.

- My name's Glen Mathieson. - For many years.

- I was hoping to cancel a flight.

- [Female] I'll just put you on hold.

- No, no, no, no, I've been on hold.

- It's going to be quite a difficult adjustment for you.

I suppose I don't need to tell you that.

- No, you don't.

Thank you.

Take care, Judith.

Bye-bye.

Stupid old cow.

- They've got a four-page birthing plan.

"No intervention, no pain relief."

Oh, and Dad wants to stick to it.

- Mm, does he?

- You okay?

- Yeah, of course.

- What took you so long?

- Where else would I rather be?

Okay, Sarah, I'm going to ask you a few questions,

and then we can make you more comfortable, okay?

I understand you want an epidural.

Is that correct?

- Yes!

- Great, I'm going to speak to you while we set up

so we can save some time.

- I know you can do this without drugs, honey.

- I can't!

- Any allergies, bleeding, clotting problems?

- No.

- Great.

Ah, sir, do you mind moving around,

I just need to set up here

and go through the consent procedure.

- Are we sure we can do this?

- Just over here, please.

Sarah, there's a slight chance that

this won't work as well as you hope,

a 1% chance of headaches that could last up to a week.

- Fine could you just... - A one...

A one in many thousands (screaming)

of nerve damage

and a very rare chance of infection of the spine

that can result in paraplegia.

- Fine, fine!

- Okay, alright, let's go.

- Okay, sitting around here.

And come around the side.

I just want...

She told me very specifically not to give her an epidural.

"No matter what I say."

That's what she told me.

- Do it! - We're doing it!

- Did you hear what I said?

- As far as you can.

Okay, great.

Very good.

Shoulders forward.

And just chin to chest and relax.

That's it.

Focus on the breathing.

- Look at me, look at me, look at me.

You don't have to have it.

You can have a natural birth.

- Shut up!

- [Dad] That's it, that's it.

You're sure you want the epidural?

Remember what you said? - Fuck off!

- Okay, how're we doing over here?

Doing really well, okay?

You can do this.

Can she do this?

- Yeah. - Tell her she can do this.

- You can do this, honey.

- Alright, so first up, is the local anesthetic.

You're gonna feel a little pinch.

On three.

One, two, three.

That's it.

That one hurts.

- I want my mother.

Can she come back in?

- Soon, okay?

Very soon.

Alright, here we go.

I need you to stay very still for this next part.

- Shit.

- What? - Nothing.

- It's fine.

- You're gonna feel a little bit of pressure, but no pain.

- I think she's changed her mind.

I don't think she should.

- Please be quiet, sir.

- What's happening? - Ma'am, hold still.

This is it.

You're going to feel a little pressure and no pain.

Please, please, please, no hands.

I need you to hold still.

- She doesn't want it.

- I do! - Please take her hand.

Sir, will you please take her-

- [Dad] She doesn't want it!

- Will you stop moving!

Do you wanna end up in a wheelchair holding your baby?

Because that's what's going to happen

if I put this in your back and you don't put your arms down.

You want a depressed wife?

You want to carry her around from room to room?

Bathe her, change her nappy?

No, you don't.

Because that's gonna break her, and you, and your kids.

She wants the epidural, you jerk.

So, you stay around the front.

And you, hold still.

(gentle music)

I know.

- I didn't say anything.

- I can hear your thoughts.

- Maybe you should have a week off.

- To stay home and what?

Cry into my wine?

- Yes.

Safer than abusing patients.

He was being a jerk, though.

- Massive jerk.

You wanna get a drink?

Oh, my god you're thinking about it.

- Fuck it.

- Should we go to the bar?

- I think we're gonna have to.

I don't think they are waiters here.

- [Clara] Maybe it's good the Priest lied.

- Maybe your mum wrote it for him.

- Probably.

No, couldn't have been her.

"Proud of both her kids."

Thank you.

- Of course she was proud of you.

She just...

- Preferred not to show it?

- Okay.

You fuck up your first kid.

Probably your second.

Seriously, it's trial and error.

And mainly it's error.

And you know, they were kids when they had you,

so, of course she would have done things wrong,

but that doesn't mean-

- I think I need to get drunk.

- Do you, though?

Or do you need to drink a responsible amount and go...

Having fun, we're not.

Aisha just spewed.

- Oh, Vick's timing.

- How does she know?

It's like Mum's at a bar for the first time in 1,000 years.

Let's vom!

- Just stay for one?

- If I skull it.

"On my way."

To inappropriate outbursts.

And, your mum.

She did her best.

"Hysterical now."

And some emoji that I don't know what that means.

What is that?

Is that a gravestone?

I'm sorry, I gotta...

- Oh! - I know.

- Seriously? - Yep, I...

Come here.

Goodnight.

Don't drink more than your bodyweight, okay?

- I'm kind of relieved that it's over.

That's fucked, isn't it?

- No.

Sounds normal.

Go home.

I love you.

* The lost were playing in the yard *

* Giving goosebumps

* To all the Sunday summer trees *

* Our hands were tangled in the weeds *

* Moving so softly nobody could see *

* Against your morning skin

* Well it's shy like

* Two young lovers walking by

* There's a soft

* Strange kind of odd

* Giving company

* To all the lonely hearts

- Excuse me, do you mind if I borrow one of those?

- Oh.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry.

Dad, you okay?

- [Glen] Hi, Clara.

- Hi.

- I've decided to go.

- Go where?

- [Glen] Senior Love Romantica.

- Oh!

Senior Love!

That's great, Dad.

That's awesome.

- No, I don't really want to go.

It's just that I think it's a terrible,

terrible waste of money if I don't go, and...

And I can't get a refund.

- I am really glad that you're going.

And I think that you deserve it.

- I mean, I'll have to...

I'll have to sort out the you know,

the death notice when I get there.

And then sort out Mum's room

and cancel all the specialist appointments

and insurance and everything when I get back.

Listen, darling, d'you want to come with me?

You know, take Mum's ticket?

No, no, of course.

Of course you don't.

Sorry, you're far too busy.

- Oh, sorry, I'm sorry.

Sorry, Dad, I can't.

I can't.

Work is so full on at the moment.

- No, no, no.

No, darling.

It's totally, totally fine.

I totally understand.

You...

It was worth asking.

- No, but I can...

I can take care of Mum's room.

If you want, I can sort out the room.

- Oh, no you don't have to do that.

Although, yes, maybe.

You know, you can at least maybe...

You know go through and you just decide

what it is you want to keep.

You know, what you want.

Doesn't matter.

Just take anything.

- Anything I want?

Okay.

Okay.

Well.

I'm so glad you're going.

- Yeah. - When is that?

When is it?

- Ah, it's tomorrow.

Alright darling, I'll call you when I'm there.

I love you. - Okay, bye.

Yeah, I love you too.

- Okay, bye, darling. - Yep, yep, bye.

- Bye.

(gentle music)

(door closing)

Is that you, Aaron?

- Yep.

Hey...

What are you doing?

- Oh...

Well, I'm going away.

- Where?

- I tried to call you.

- No, where are you...

Where are you going?

- Well, look, I booked a holiday for Mum and me.

Senior Love Romantica, it's called.

And I couldn't get a refund so, I thought

I might as well just go.

- When?

- Tomorrow.

Plane leaves first thing in the morning.

- Two days after Mum's funeral.

- Yeah, I couldn't get a refund.

- You're going to Senior Love...

- Love Romantica.

- This is unbelievable.

No one gives a single fuck in this family!

Okay?

It's like you're all glad that she's dead!

- Aaron!

Look, there's another ticket.

I mean, you can come with me.

- I don't wanna go to Senior Love.

Yuck!

- No, okay.

Ah.

Clara's coming around to help with Mum's room,

to help you decide what you want to keep from her things.

- No, Dad, I don't want Mum's things.

I want...

Fuck!

Enjoy your holiday.

- Aaron?

(gentle music)

(horn beeping)

Oh, fuck.

- You smell, expensive.

- What?

- In a good way.

Like perfume.

- You're very...

How young are you?

- I'm legal.

- Oh, fuck.

I think you're younger than my brother.

- I like older women.

- Did you say older or old?

- So long as they're fit, like you.

You know women hit their sexual prime in their 40s.

For us it's our 20s.

- Can you pull over, please?

I'm 38.

(gentle music)

- You okay?

- Oh!

For fuck's sake!

Thank you, yep.

Perfectly capable of getting into my own building.

Actually, you know, manage it every day.

Several times on a good day.

Thank you.

Have a good night.

See?

In my face purse, it was...

- That's very good.

- Why are you always wearing those leggings?

- It's because I'm going to the gym.

- Ah, of course.

I just came from there, actually.

- [Male] Did you?

- Mm.

- Good session?

- Oh, great session.

Thank you for asking.

Okay.

(phone ringing) Oh, fuckity fuck.

Oh, shit.

Aaron.

Not picking that up.

- [Aaron] Clara, you have answered.

- Oh, fuck.

What?

Aaron, what?

What time is it?

- [Aaron] Oh, you have to come to the hospital.

I've just crashed the car.

- Dad's car?

You okay?

- [Aaron] I have whiplash but they've stabilized me, so...

- Just stay there.

What hospital are you at?

Please tell me it's not The Mercy?

- [Aaron] No, it's St. Charlotte's.

- Oh, stay there.

I'm coming.

Just...

- Everything okay?

- Yes.

My stupid brother crashed the car.

- [Aaron] Clara, I'm still here!

- Go away!

- So, you're going to the hospital?

- [Clara] Mm.

- You okay?

- Yep.

Doors and ordering rides is not beyond me.

Oh, shit, 20 minutes.

They always do that.

- I can give you a lift if you want.

Or is that, is that weird?

(gentle music)

- It's just my gym's nearby and...

- I'm gonna send these to my friend,

who happens to be a policewoman.

So, if you rape and murder me, she will find you.

- Well yeah, that's, that's good thinking.

- God!

Alright.

(phone ringing)

Hi, hi.

Yep, I'm not murdered, but if I am, that guy did it.

Eww.

Poor Aisha.

Oh.

Okay, no, go.

Please go.

Bye.

(burping)

Ooph!

Please don't remember this when we date.

- Oh, we're gonna go on a date, are we?

(gentle music)

- Can you pull over, please?

- Ah, yep.

Just hang on one second.

- Now.

Now please.

Just pull up anywhere! - Yep.

(vomiting)

No, no, no, no!

Oh, sorry.

- It's okay.

You're okay.

Okay.

- Oh, thanks.

Okay.

- You left work?

- Yeah, of course I came as soon as you called.

What happened?

- I don't know.

I don't really remember.

I was...

I was driving and then I was texting you.

And then, the next thing I...

- Don't cry.

- Yep, this is him.

That's him.

That's Ella.

- Hi. - Hi.

Nice to see you.

- What's wrong with you?

- Nothing.

Oh, that's Peter.

Peter drove me.

We don't know each other, though.

- Oh, we will be dating, though.

Apparently.

- What happened?

- No, it's okay.

I've had meds for the pain.

You can see I'm stable now.

I'm just in a little shock I think.

I'm just...

I just think I'm in a lot more pain than I seem.

- No, Aaron, with the car.

- Well, I was driving and

I dropped my phone.

- Right.

- No, it's not like that, okay?

- Dropped his phone. - The road was shit.

It was terrible.

I just...

Where's Dad?

Is he coming?

- No!

- Why not?

- Because we probably shouldn't tell Dad

that you had a car accident,

considering this family's history

of single-vehicle accidents.

I'll explain later.

What do you think?

- Yeah, I s'pose, yep.

- He's leaving tomorrow and if we call him now,

he's not gonna get on the plane, so...

- I know, what the fuck!

Okay? - What do you mean?

- Why's he going on holiday?

- Because he needs it, Aaron, and I told him to go!

- I'm still in a lot of pain, okay?

I feel like I've got a bleed or something.

I don't know what the fuck's going on.

It's really fucken hurting me.

- Oh, for Christ's sake,

can you stop whingeing, you big baby!

He crashed his car at 10km an hour into a bin.

And you called your own ambulance!

And stabilize?

You've had two paracetamol, you big pussy!

Where's that tit-face nurse?

- That's my water.

- I'll go find that tit-face nurse.

- Should be easy to recognize.

Well...

Thank you for a lovely evening.

You still going to the gym?

- No, that mood has passed.

- Sorry.

- Do you need a hand getting into your building again?

Okay.

Good.

Well...

- Okay.

- What?

What is it?

- I'm just really surprised

that you kissed me back after I vomited.

- Oh, yeah!

That's right.

Yuck.

(upbeat music)

Do you have a pen?

- Yeah.

* I

* See a glimmer

* Across the wall

* Through the mirror

Old school.

* Out past the street

- Yeah.

* Beyond the weather

Call me when you're sober.

Night. - Night.

* To that place

* No one seems to know

* Off key dreams

* That you're living in

* Smiling skulls

* Ghosts are grinning

* Power lines

* Spark their singing

* Drone song blues

* Makes me want to go

* All goes up and now it's gone *

* I have never known you

* But just hold on

- Senior Love Romantica?

- Yes, yes.

I've never been before.

Have you?

- Every year.

- Oh, I see.

Is there much to do there?

- It's very romantic.

- Good golf course.

- Oh, right.

Terrific.

- Where are the socks?

- What socks?

- The compression socks?

- I don't know.

- But that was your job.

- Well just 'cause you said it doesn't mean I heard it.

- So, I'm to assume you don't listen.

- You can assume what you like.

- Oh, yeah.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

Flight not open yet?

- No, I think we're all a bit early.

- Oh, right.

Oh.

It's alright.

- Bit like queuing up outside the bank on pension day.

- Yes!

Gosh.

Flight full of pensioners.

Hope they've got enough Chardonnay.

(gentle music)