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- Let's go!

Ah, here we go.

- Jeff, Jeff, Jeff, Jeff.

Oli! Oli!

- First time Dad
took me to Gran and Aunt Mary's

for my holiday, I was, I
don't know, eight or nine.

And I remember playing footy with Gran

and my cousins, in the front yard.

You know those days when
everything's perfect?

One of the greatest afternoons of my life.

You see, Gran would form
us all into one team,

and she'd be the other.

It amazes me to think of the hours

and hours she'd spend playing with us.

She never seemed tired.

Later in the afternoon, she'd play Ludo,

or Snakes & Ladders, or Tiddlywinks.

I used to love those games with Gran.

She used to keep an old Monopoly set

hidden under the stairs,

because Mary wouldn't let her play.

You see, real strict
Salvation Army, Mary was.

I mean, Gran, too, but just
not as bad as Mary, you know.

This one time, Mary went out for a while.

And the minute she's out the door,

Gran whips out the old Monopoly board.

Not a word to Mary, she says.

That was the best game of
Monopoly I've ever played.

Like me and Gran were doing
something really naughty.

Really wrong.

Fire and brimstone stuff, you know.

Some people may think that
those days with Gran and Mary

had a bad influence on me.

Could be right.

After all, I still play footy.

- Stick your friggin' shoulder in his ass!

- Watch it.

- Only doing what he wants.

- Easy!

♫ Now you're heading down to get someone ♫

- Jesus, you blokes!

What do you think you're doing?

Come on.

Oh, go on, get out of here.

Go on.

♫ All the people that you're standing on

♫ All the people that you're standing on

♫ Now you're heading down to be someone

♫ Someone that you've seen in a magazine

♫ Your preminition is coming true

♫ Oh baby you're not so green

♫ No baby you're not so green

♫ No baby not so systematically
waking up the dead

♫ Systematically stepping on my head

♫ You're systematically waking up the dead

♫ Systematically stepping on my head

♫ Now you're heading
down to find something

♫ Something that you
buried in your backyard

♫ Position is coming through all the dirt

♫ That you're diggin' on

♫ All the dirt that you're diggin' on

♫ Now you're heading down to be someone ♫

- G'day, mate.

- You're a woman of the world, Gert.

What do you reckon?

- Are you thinking of
getting hitched again, Harry?

- Just looking.

♫ Systematic waking up the dead.

♫ Systematically stepping on my head

♫ Systematically waking up the dead.

♫ Systematically stepping on my head ♫

♫ Now you're heading down to get someone

♫ Someone that you
should have had years ago

♫ Possession is coming
through all the people

♫ That you're standing on

♫ All the people that you're standing on

♫ All the people that you're standing on

♫ Are hard to get a hand on

♫ Systematically waking up the dead

♫ Systematically stepping on my head

♫ Systematically waking up the dead

♫ You're systematically
stepping on my head ♫

- I'm fucked.

- What was that?

- I said I'm rooted.

- Stopped off for a quickie
on the way home, did you?

- God, you're off
sometimes, you know that?

Put a dirty meaning on everything.

Not lasagna again?

Are you going senile or something?

- Mashed potatoes and veggies.

- We've had it three
times this week, already.

Why can't we have a nice leg of lamb?

We haven't had a roast for yonks.

- Things aren't so wonderful when

you're cooking, you know.

Sausages and chips are a real treat,

when you're in the kitchen.

- I did that nice chicken curry last week.

- So hot it blew the roof of my mouth off.

- Oh, I'm sorry if you
can't stand a little

imagination in my cooking.

I'll stick to frozen lasagna, from now on.

How long is it gonna be, anyway?

- Nearly ready.

- I'll just grab a quick shower.

- Why do you always
decide to take a shower,

just as I'm about to dish up?

Just as I'm about to put
the food on the table...

- You don't expect to sit down all sweaty,

and smelly like this...

- Why not?

Doesn't usually bother you,

unless you're going out.

Are you going out?

- Well, as a matter of fact, I am.

I thought I'd just pop down to the pub,

for a couple of beers.

All right?

- Got a date?

- Can't a bloke go out for
a drink on a Friday night,

without you making a
lifetime romance out of it?

You dish up.

I won't be two ticks, all right?

- He'll be back in a minute.

- You had a shower then, did you, Dad?

- Yes, yes I did.

- You didn't turn the
taps right off, again.

- Is that right, son?

- Every time I go for a
shower, the taps are dripping.

Now, I know you don't turn them
right off because you think,

you're saving the washers.

But mate, I've told ya,
that's what they're for.

And I'm a plumber.

I can change 'em.

And a few flamin' washers
are a damn sight cheaper,

than the water rates.

It drives me mental, Dad.

You know, it does.

If I've asked you once, I've
asked you thousand times.

Turn the fucking taps off!

- Yes.

- Thanks.

- Sorry.

- Very much.

- I will try.

He's very wrought up.

He only ever mentions
that when he's wrought up.

He must think he's meeting
Mr. Right, tonight.

He won't be eating any Sara Lee.

You're probably wondering about that.

About him meeting Mr. Right.

Well, might as well get
it out into the open,

as the actress said to the bishop.

He won't be meeting any girl tonight.

He's what you might call cheerful.

Can't bear that other word.

Some of you will be going,

tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, probably.

Can't see why, though.

He's a good, honest lad, with a heart

as big as Western Australia.

And he's as much a friend as he is a son.

He's a good mate.

Mind you, he can be a
nightmare to live with.

Come on, your dinner's on the table.

- You didn't do the laundry.

- Sorry, I forgot.

- Well I need a pair of socks.

I can't go bloody barefoot.

- Well, whiz down to the shop and buy

yourself a pair of pantyhose.

- Ha, ha, ha.

Very funny.

Suppose I could wash a pair of
mine and dry 'em in the oven.

- Oh yeah, and the house
will reek of burnt nylon,

like it did last time.

Come and eat your dinner.

- Yeah, yeah, two ticks.

- I wouldn't want you getting
the wrong idea, though.

Two blokes living alone together.

It's only him.

I'm not that way inclined.

Regular lady's man, me.

Always have been.

When I was his age, I was
a right little rooter.

Rabbit, they called me.

'Till I met his mum, that is.

No more fooling around, after that.

I was faithful to her
from the day I met her.

Because I knew I was
one of the lucky ones.

I knew it was love.

- These jeans all right, or
should I wear the white ones?

- How many pairs of my
socks did you borrow?

I can almost see your religion.

- Yeah, well, if you've got it, show it.

- Haven't got that much to skite about.

- Well, Harry, size isn't everything!

It's what you do with it that counts.

- His mum always said that to me.

What's that for?

That's not spaghetti, you know.

- Don't wanna get my new shirt dirty.

- Have you actually met this young man?

Or is there some young fella
wandering around Sydney,

who doesn't know you're about
to happen to him tonight?

- We've said g'day a
few times, down the pub.

Ah!

Courting?

- No, Dad, not yet.

But you never know your
luck in a big city, though.

- Are you sure about this, Mum?

- No, Jenny, I'm not sure at all.

- Do you want me to come in with you?

- No.

This is something I've got to do.

Now.

Hmm!

Wish me luck.

- Now just relax, Mrs. Johnson.

- Hmm!

- I'm going to show you several faces.

Now, I want you to just let them drift by,

but if you see one that catches your eye,

we can go back and have a second look.

- Oh, my God, sorry.

I'm a bit nervous.

- Oh, no need to be, dear.

You know, you've just
taken your first step,

towards finding your perfect partner.

Have a look.

- Oh!

Mmm.

Hmm!

- Yes.

I'll give the party a call.

Right, yes.

Thanks very much.

- You eating, or what?

Who was that?

- Man about a dog.

- What bloody dog?

- There's tomato sauce on it already.

Yeah, I know.

It needs more.

- Of course, some people
think it isn't very

good manners to read at the dinner table.

- Some people haven't lived
with you for twenty odd years.

- Some people should be so bloody lucky.

- You should read a few
more books, you know.

- Mmm?

- There's a lot more to life
than what you see on telly.

Like this bloke, Sir Richard Burton.

One of the greatest
explorers that ever lived.

First white man to see
the sacred stone at Mecca.

And the first man to discover the lakes,

in Africa, that are
the source of the Nile.

A man-

- I thought he married Elizabeth Taylor.

- Who could take on the
world, and conquer it.

- Yeah, a couple of times.

- Not afraid of anything.

You should read it, you
might pick up a few hints.

- What for?

I do not want to go
chasing all over Africa,

looking for a place to have a swim.

Anyway, the whole world has
already been discovered.

- No, it hasn't.

- Which bit's are missing?

- There's amazing things waiting for

you just around the corner.

Wonderful things, like love.

The greatest adventure of all.

Your grandmother said it once.

I'll never forget it.

The greatest explorers, she said,

are the explorers of the human heart.

- Is that why she became a dyke?

- Your grandmother was not a dyke!

- She was licking Aunt
Mary's pussy for 40 years.

What else do you call it?

- I admit her relationship
with Mary was, intimate.

But she was not a dyke.

Lesbian, perhaps.

- Lezzo, dyke, what's the diff?

- What's the diff?

What's the diff?

There's a whole lot of flaming diff.

Your grandmother was a
very beautiful woman.

And just because she found happiness

after your grandfather had died,

just because, in her
grief, she turned to Mary,

and the of them found
comfort in each other's arms,

doesn't give you the
right to call her names.

How would you like it if
I went around calling you

pansy, fairy, poofter?

- You do, half the time.

- Only when I'm annoyed with you.

Now eat your veggies.

- No, I've had it.

I've done my dash.

- Now, you know...

You know how you get angry with me,

when I don't turn the
taps off in the shower?

- Look, I'm sorry.

- No, no, no, no, don't apologise.

Listen, listen.

Every time you finish a meal, you always

push your plate away from you.

Always.

Now, I've told you until I'm blue in

the face, but you always do it.

It doesn't matter where we are.

Here, out, Buckingham
Palace, for all you care.

You'd bloody do it there,
and it drives me mental!

- If that's how you feel.

- That's how I feel.

There's a Sara Lee in the fridge.

- Mmm-mmm, no thanks, mate.

Don't wanna go breaking out in zits.

Fact is, I'm running late as it is.

- Bit early, isn't it?

- Well, you know what they
say about the early bird.

- Yes, but I don't think
that's the sort of worm

they had in mind when they said it.

Ah, leave the dishes, I'll do them.

- Ta, Dad.

I'll just, uh, clean my teeth.

- See what I mean?

He hasn't been this excited for ages.

This one must be quite something.

- Your dinner's nearly cold.

- Sorry.

- It'd be nice if you showed some respect

for your mother's cooking.

Someone has to.

- I'll grab something at the pub.

- Going out again, are we?

Be nice if you spent some
time at home, occasionally.

- It's Friday night, for Pete's sake.

- You smell like a Bombay brothel, too.

- Good stuff that, Dad.
Obsession, it's called.

It costs a fortune.

- So, where are you going?

Dancing?

- You never bloody let up, do you?

I took dancing lessons to
meet people, that's all.

Wasn't as if it was ballet or anything.

- I only asked where you were going.

And you watch your tongue
in front of your mother.

- Sorry, Mum. I'll see you later.

- Be good, dear.

Have a nice time.

- And if you can't be good, be careful.

See? I do try.

- No, you don't.

You don't really try.

You never give him an inch.

- I was surprised by the
number of products I had in my

kitchen cupboard that were unfriendly.

And also so surprised how harmful they

were the ones that I did have.

- You, um.

You don't feel like going out?

- There's a film on telly.

Don't worry, I'll watch it in my room.

Coast will be clear.

- That's all right then.

How do I look?

God's gift?

- Did you use a whole
bottle of aftershave?

- Bit fierce, is it? Obsession.

He said it was his favorite.

- Probably quite nice,

in moderation.

Where are you meeting him?

At the Prinny?

- Yep. That's if he shows up.

- I thought you had a date.

- Yeah, well, but, you
know, knowing my luck.

- There's plenty of others.

- No, Dad, this is different.

He's, um, something else.

Nice.

- I expect he'll turn up then.

- I hope so.

- You've gotta have a bit
more faith in yourself, Jeff.

If you were my son's friend, you know,

I'd be pleased it was you.

- Things don't always work out like that

in the real world, Dad.

- You better not keep him waiting.

- Too right

- Cop ya.

- Later

- Have fun.

- Thanks, mate.

Do my best.

- He's 24 years old, and he's no virgin,

that's a sure and certain fact.

But he's carrying on like
it was his first ever date.

You might have noticed that he lacks a bit

of confidence in himself,

in the romantic stakes.

I can't see why. I mean,

he's a nice enough looking lad,

if you like that sort of thing.

But, uh, about 3 years
ago, a terrible thing

happened to him.

He fell in love.

It didn't last that long.

The other bloke, uh,

Kevin, I think it was, oh,
he was a nice enough lad,

but a bit flighty.

Training to be a Qantas
steward or something.

And after about three months,

he just moved on to greener pastures, and,

it just about broke Jeff's heart.

- It's true. Grandma was a dyke.

Well, lesbian.

I used to go and stay down
there for my holidays, you know.

They were the best times.

Just a little brick-and-tile
down by the Hawkesbury.

Nothing flash, but clean.

Gran was always polishing every bit

of woodwork in the house.

So you'd get up in the
morning and there'd be

this wonderful smell of lavender floor

polish, all over the place.

- Good night.

- That reminds me of a funny story.

Suppose it's a bit off.

I was there, once.

Some of my cousins were staying, too.

So I had to sleep in the spare bed

in Gran's room, you know.

I remember, I could see it so clearly.

Waking up that first morning,

Looking across to Gran's
big old double bed,

And there were Gran and Mary.

Tucked up in bed, wrapped
up in each other's arms.

Gran was snoring, I remember.

I lay there looking at
them for such a long time.

Just looked natural somehow, you know?

Like the most natural thing I'd ever seen.

Like love.

- Hello?

- Joyce Johnson?

- No. No, I'll Just get her.

Mum, it's for you.

- Hello?

- Ah, look, you don't know me, um,

but my name's Harry Mitchell,

and I got your name from
Desiree's Introduction Agency.

- Oh, yeah. Mr. Mitchell,

Pleased to meet you.

- Please. Call me Harry.

- Of course. I'm sorry. Harry.

But...

Look, it's all right...

- It's the first time I've
done this sort of thing, too.

- Oh, you mean, um, you don't use

Desiree's on a regular basis?

- No.

No, nothing like that.

Um...

No, I'm interested in
a serious relationship,

and the most important thing
to me is companionship.

Uh, I was thinking that we
should, uh, meet, have a meal,

you know, somewhere, uh, quiet, classy.

I happen to be a member of
the Rozelle Leagues Club.

- Isn't that a bit rowdy?

Well, they, um, you know, have a very nice

dining room, actually,
and there's dancing.

Proper dancing.

Well, but if, you know, you'd prefer a

movie or races or whatever...

- No, no, no, no. I'd like
to have dinner at your club.

- You would?

- Mmm.

- Oh, that's very nice, Joyce.

Well, then I'll pick you up on Saturday,

say half past 12?

- Yeah. Or I could meet you
there, if you like, Harry?

- No, no, no, no. It would be my pleasure.

Um, I'm looking forward to it, I promise.

- Me, too.

- So, 'till Saturday, then.

- Bye.

- Bye, then.

- G'day, Baxter.

- Hi, George.

That's better. Couldn't
hear myself think in there.

Cheers.

- Yeah, cheers.

Baxter?

- Oh, it's a joke. The
footy team, you know.

Backs to the wall, boys, here comes Jeff.

- So, you play footy.

- Just the local pub, just amateur.

Bit of a laugh.

- Well, it's more than a
laugh, from what I've heard.

What goes on in those locker rooms?

- Oh, well, it's a
man's world, mate.

It's all spit on the floor,

and, how many sheilas
did you root last night?

Do you play any sport?

- Yeah, swimming.

I do a lot of swimming.

Keeps me away from home a fair
bit, I suppose that's why.

All by yourself, in the water,

no one to hassle you, give
you a hard time, you know.

Won a few medals, too, at school.

- Wouldn't mind seeing
you in your Speedos!

- I'll show you later. Got 'em on now.

If you wear your footy shorts...

- You're on.

I really liked you from the first time

I saw you down the pub.

It took me yonks to pluck up
the courage to even say g'day.

- I thought you weren't
interested, you know.

Like, I've seen you,
too, and in the park.

I work in the park.

And I've seen you there, jogging,

in that footy gear.

Those shorts look really sexy on you.

- What you said before,
about, about, home,

don't you get on, at home?

- Oh, Mum's all right, but
Dad's a bit tricky, you know.

He's always picking on me,

finding fault with everything I do.

He went through the
roof when I got my job.

- Gardening? What's wrong with that?

He said it wasn't good enough
for me. No future in it.

But I'm bringing home nearly
as much money as him, already.

He's, I don't know, he's
like a stranger to me.

Someone I live with, but don't...

know very well, and, don't like very much.

That's why I took up swimming.

- Things are a little bit
different at our house.

Do you wanna come home?

- Just push it open.

Make yourself comfy.

Want a beer?

- Where's...

Is your dad out?

- He'll be in bed.

- Well, shouldn't we be a bit quiet then?

- What for?

- In case we wake him up.

- Ha! He won't be asleep. Not yet.

Probably come and say G'day.

I told you, he knows all about me,

what I do and who I do it with.

I bring blokes back all the time.

Not that there's that many,
I mean. I should be so lucky.

What I'm trying to say is that Dad knows,

and he doesn't care.

- Well, if you're sure.

- Scout's honor..

If they've got any left.

Come on.

Sit down.

Relax.

That's better. Cheers.

- Yeah, cheers.

- I'm really glad you showed up.

- So, what about the other
teams? The football teams.

- You're just an old
footy perv, aren't you?

- Uh-huh.

- Just 'cause they're
big, butch footballers,

doesn't mean they're
Superman, in bed, you know.

Every year, the team goes to Manila,

for the, you know, post-season holiday.

And every year, they end up in a brothel.

We've got this one real
brick with ears, Jack Rhymer.

First time, he was really shocked.

He'd been with this Asian chick.

She was all over him, you
know. Doing everything,

like a Chinese gymnast.

Jacko wasn't too keen on that.

He said he kept wishing
he was with an Aussie girl

who'd just lie there
like a soggy cornflake.

- Um...

What do you like?

- Well, I don't know as I'd
win any gold medals, but...

I like a bit of action.

- So do I.

- Don't let me interrupt anything.

- For crying out loud,
Dad, can't you ever knock?

- I was just going to get
myself a beer. Anyone else?

- No.

- It's ok, I Promise you.

- Relax, just carry on as usual.

- But he saw us.

- Fuck, he's seen worse than that.

- A couple of years ago, I had
a friend who stayed the night.

We were having a wake-up session.

Dad brings the tea, right
in the middle of it.

- Oh, what did he say?

- Ah, he said, careful of the sheets.

It broke the ice.

- Well, aren't you going to introduce me?

- Yes, sorry.

This is Greg. Greg, this is my dad.

- Very pleased to meet
you. You can call me Harry.

Sit down.

Come on.

- Thanks.

- Make yourself at home.

- Um...

- Well!

Up your bum.

- It's just a joke. Dad's
always making jokes.

- Yeah, like that time with
the lavender floor polish...

- Steady on Dad, it's a bit off, that is.

- What was that about
lavender floor polish?

- Don't worry about it,
you wouldn't be interested.

It's just a misunderstanding.

- What do you do for a crust, son?

- He's a gardener, Dad.

- Oh, yeah, deaf and dumb, is he, too?

- I work at the Botanical Gardens.

- Is that right?

- Mmm-hmm.

- Perhaps the young fellow
would like another drink.

- Uh...

- Want something stronger?

- No. No. This is fine.

- Got some scotch, maybe
a drop of brandy left.

- Well, I wouldn't say
no to a drop of scotch.

- You know what they say,
whisky makes you frisky.

- Yeah, and, brandy makes you randy.

- Hey, pity we haven't got any rum, eh?

- That's a good one, I like that.

- Ha.

- I'll make it a double,
then. I'll just get the ice.

- These are wonderful.

- My pride and joy.

Not as good as my brother Eric's.

I don't know what he does.

- Well, uh,

You know what they say about tomatoes.

Same as lemon trees.

- Busy at the Prinny?

- Uh, yeah, it was packed.

- Nice pub.

- What, you've been there?

- Oh, yeah.

Well, you know, when it
became obvious, that, uh,

Jeff was, well, that way,

I thought, well, "His
heart, his life," and, um,

I'd never met any
willie-woofters, so, I...

sorry, gay persons.

Or none that I knew of, anyway.

I thought, well I've gotta
find out what all this is about.

So, uh...

I got him to take me on a pub crawl.

It started off at the Prinny.

We had a great old time.

I had no idea there was that many places.

We ended up at the, The
Barracks, I think it was.

I got talking to a couple
of blokes, you know,

a bit Nancy, but a lot of fun, really.

And, uh, and one of them, well,

he must've thought I
was that way inclined.

He asked me my name
and when I said, Harry,

He said, oh no, that
doesn't suit you at all.

You'll always be Harriet to me.

Well, Harriets not a name
I've ever been fond of.

So I said, Harriet? Never!

Call me Henrietta.

- Henrietta, eh?

It doesn't really suit you.

- Eh? You reckon?

I thought it was pretty good myself.

I mean, a bit refined, you know?

- Cripes, I just can't imagine my dad

ever doing something like that.

What's that? What's that?

You know, when I'm working, of course.

What's that?

- Cheers.

- So you, uh, live at home, uh,

- Greg.

- Ah.

Yeah. Worst luck.

- And, uh...

You don't get on with
your family then, Greg?

- Well.

- Greg's folks don't
know about him yet, Dad.

- I see.

Don't you think that's a shame, Greg?

Leave it, Dad.

- Oh, I've always been
very grateful for Jeff

being honest with me.

I mean, not that I had a lot of choice.

Finding him in the back shed there

when he was, what, 14, were you?

You know, sticking it
up Willie Jones' bum.

- I was not up his b...

- Well, near as bloody damn it...

- You are very broad-minded...

- I try to be, mate.

I have to be, you know.

I mean, this is Jeff's home,

and if he's unable to be
himself here, where can he be?

And I want you to think of this
as your home, too, eh, Greg?

You're welcome here any time you like.

We don't have any secrets
from each other here.

- Nothing on, uh, telly, Dad?

- Nothing worth watching.

This is much better, eh?

- Well, uh,

up your bum, Henrietta.

- Up your dress, Griselda.

- You two are well away, aren't ya?

- Tell me, what's your ambition?

You know, what's your dream?

Apart from playing hide-the-sausage,

with young Jeffrey here?

I mean, what would you like to do in life?

- My secret dream?

My really, truly secret dream?

Oh.

- I'd, I'd like to
plant a forest, you know?

To plant a whole forest.

And watch it grow.

And go out and stand in the middle

of all these great trees, and say,

I planted this, I made this.

- That's magnificent.

Do it.

That's wonderful, don't you think, Jeff?

- Bloody oath.

Make a fair old swag of
violins, too, wouldn't it?

- Make a fair old swag of violins, too.

Don't you have any respect
for the English language?

- What's wrong with the way I talk?

- I like the way he talks.

It's real manly. It turns me on.

Uh, I'm sorry, Harry, that was a bit bold.

- Please. Pretend I'm not here.

- Yes, please.

- Why don't you get the, uh,

young fellow another whisky, Jeff?

- No, no, really. I'm a two-pot screamer.

- I'm a bit like that, myself.
Two, and I'm anybody's.

- Three, and I'm everybody's.

- Four, and I'm nobody's.

- Actually, maybe I will have one more.

I might do anything.

- Feel free.

- Nice place you got here, Harry.

- I'm very pleased you like my boy, Gary.

He, uh, doesn't push himself very much,

you know, sometimes.

But, uh, he's got a heart of gold.

And he likes you.

- Well, I think he's very nice.

- But if you need anything to, uh,

well, uh,

He can be a bit of a lump.

Uh, I've got these magazines,

you know, if you need
anything to get started.

- Um.

Well, are, are these Jeff's?

- Yeah.

No, uh, i... I bought them.

I just, uh, wanted to find out what sort

of thing he got up to.

I mean, I had a fair idea, uh, of course.

But there's, uh, some,
uh, things in here, uh,

that I would never have imagined.

And this one, it's about safe sex.

Oh, I was worried about
this terrible aids thing.

I mean, who isn't these days?

- Yeah.

- And, uh, I just wanted to
find out if Jeff was safe.

Um.

Well, you know, it
worries me; he's my son.

Um, ahem and, uh,

So I thought I'd just
leave these lying around,

like, so Jeff could find
out what it was about,

but he told me that he knew...

- It's all right Mr.
Mitchell. I mean, I do,

do safe sex, too,

If that's what you're worried about.

- Hmm.

Well, there you go, then, um,

If you need a turn-on.

Um, well, um, have a good time, won't you?

- Thanks.

- Yeah, I will get out of your way now.

It's been very nice to meet you, Gary.

You, too. Uh, Greg. You, too, Mr. Mitchell

- Don't do anything I
wouldn't do, you two.

- Can't believe he's gone.
thought he'd never get the hint.

- Sorry, Greg. I, uh, forgot to ask,

how you take your tea in the morning.

- As it comes.

- White, with two?

- Piss off, will ya?

- Don't mind me. Good night, all.

- He really does mean well.

Where was I?

- Look, uh,

do you mind? I think I'll give it a miss.

- Come on.

It's still early.

- No, really.

Another time...

- Did he say something to you?

- No. No. He's a wonderful man, it's, uh,

it's just, uh,

I got a bit of a headache, you know.

- I've got some Panadeine.

- Doesn't help. Migraine, you know.

I need those real strong
ones. I better push off.

- It's him, isn't it? It's Dad.

- No, it's not him.

It's not you, or anyone.

It's just me.

I can't hack it.

Bringing your boyfriend home,

and not having to lie and pretend.

Look, I think it's really
terrific what you've got

with him, I really do.

- But?

- It hurts a bit.

It makes me feel guilty about what we do.

Maybe it's too domestic.
Sort of makes the atmosphere,

I don't know, not very sexy.

I'd like to see you again,
Jeff. I really would.

I like you a lot. You're
a really nice guy.

So is your dad.

Tell him I said good-bye.

- Don't go, mate. Please.

I like you, mate, you know.

I don't just mean sex.

We don't have to do that,
if you'd rather not.

I like you as a person, you know.

I feel comfy with you.

Just don't go, please.

We can talk, get to know each other a bit,

I'm wasting my breath, aren't I?

- Yeah, sorry.

- No, I'm sorry.

- I'll see you, then?

- Yeah, mate. Of course.

- I do like you, Jeff.

- Ta.

I went down to Melbourne once.

Kevin had moved there and I thought,

I thought I could talk him
into getting back with me.

Didn't work, of course.

The point is I went down by train,

and there was this woman.

Couldn't take my eyes off her.

Suddenly, she said,

Oh.

The agonizing pain of it all.

The agonizing pain.

Oh, the agonizing pain of it
all, that's what she said.

I've often wondered what she meant but...

I suppose I knew, straight away.

She just wanted someone to talk to.

Someone to laugh with,
have a good time with,

get drunk with.

Cuddle up to.

Doesn't seem a lot to ask, does it?

I mean, for fuck's sake,

how can you be too bloody domestic?

- A sensational value of 239,

It's part of a new range
that includes a two

and a half seater, a sleeper
sleeper sofa version,

and you can buy matching chairs.

We have all of them now in stock.

- He seemed like such a nice lad, too.

- Yeah, didn't he?

- Are you seeing him again?

Plenty more fish in the sea, eh?

I was, uh,

wondering what you'd like
for tea, tomorrow night.

Thought I'd buy a leg of lamb.

You always like a roast.

Nice baked potatoes, thick gravy,

and, uh,

don't forget to sort out your laundry.

I'll get it done for you tomorrow.

You ever thought of going
to an introduction agency?

One of those, uh,

computer dating services?

They've got them in
those magazines of yours.

- Not tonight, Dad.

Some other time, maybe.

- Fair enough.

Don't stay up too late, will you, son?

- No, Dad.

She comes into my mind, from time to time.

That woman on the train.

♫ Life could be a dream

♫ Life could be a dream

♫ Do do do do do shaboom

♫ Life could be a dream

♫ If I could take you
up in paradise up above

♫ If you would tell me I'm
the only one that you love

♫ Life could be a dream sweetheart

♫ Hello again

♫ Shaboom ♫

♫ Life could be a dream

♫ If only all my prayers
and plans would come true

♫ If you would let me spend
my whole life loving you

♫ Life could be a dream sweetheart ♫

- Joyce.

- Mr. Mitchell.

- Please...

Call me Harry.

- That's very thoughtful.

- Yes! Yes! Yes!

- Thank you, darling.

- Look at you. You're on a winning streak.

- Ever since I met you, Joyce.

You look wonderful.

- I must say, you always
know the right thing

to say to a woman.

- Well!

Life without women would be like

a barbecue without beer, wouldn't it?

Speaking of which, shall we go?

I've reserved our usual table.

- I haven't had so much fun in ages.

- This is getting a bit
serious, isn't it, Mum?

- No, no, it's just fun to

go out again with someone you like,

who obviously likes you.

- Mum.

- It's all right, dear.

Harry's great, but we'll
take it step by step.

I'm a bit more wary, these days.

- Hey, look. Dad left
you. It wasn't your fault.

- Well, of course it was, part of it.

You can't put all the blame on one side,

when a marriage breaks down.

- Would you ever take him back?

- No, dear. Never.

Once bitten, and all that.

- Jeff.

Jeff.

- Not much else to do, is there?

- Sitting around here all the time,

feeling sorry for
yourself. Getting stoned.

You should be out looking at the world,

making a contribution.

Sowing your oats, eh?

Something wonderful, like love,

the greatest adventure of all.

Your Gran said it once.

- I make a contribution, mate.

I look after people's drains.

You know, life would be pretty
shitty without plumbers.

- Not very romantic, though, is it?

Not like planting a forest.

- Fair go, mate. I'm just me.

- I know you are.

You have that freedom.

So go on.

Prove to me

that the way I brought
you up wasn't wrong,

that my mother wasn't wrong,

that what she found was wonderful,

that it was worth everything.

All for love.

That young Gary, he seemed clean enough.

- Greg,

Greg, don't start, Dad.

Not now. Just go and have some fun.

You, uh,

got some rich widow you're
seeing on the sly, have you?

- What if I have?

You're not the only one
that gets lonely, son.

I like women.

I like the way they're put together.

I like them all soft and squishy.

I like having them, for Pete's sake.

I'm sick of living in sin
with my own right hand.

- Ease off, Dad.

- Ah, that shouldn't worry you, should it?

You're going for world-champion
wanker, aren't you?

- Sorry about that.

Got a bit carried away or
something, I don't know.

I mean it's not quite like that.

I mean, I do it.

Of course I do, who doesn't?

Got to relieve the tension, somehow.

But he makes it sound like I'm some sort

of rampant sex maniac.

You don't like to think of your
own Dad doing that, do you?

I mean, you know he must.

Doesn't seem quite right, does it?

- He drives me screaming
up the walls, sometimes.

It's not an easy thing
for a man to accept,

that his mother's been
doing it with another woman

for forty years.

I used to wonder that the love between

them must be extraordinary,

if they were prepared to risk everything,

all for love.

That's when I started to
think about blokes and blokes.

Never did it, of course. Never wanted to.

I think it was the idea of the
hairy bums that put me off.

But if what Mum and
Mary had was so amazing,

You know, I thought maybe
it's the same for men, too.

Anyway,

I met my wife, then there was Jeff.

I thought, Ah, well, it's in the blood.

It's just skipped a generation, you know,

from my mother to him.

I made up my mind that no matter what,

he'd be his own man.

And I knew that I'd love him.

But he drives me screaming
up the wall, sometimes.

- This has all been a bit
of a shock to me, Harry.

Us getting on so well.

It's a nice shock, I might add.

I didn't have very high hopes
when I went to that agency.

I never expected anything serious.

- It is, on my part.

- How serious?

- I want you to meet Jeff.

Then if the two of you get on...

I'm going to pop the question.

- And, um, if we don't?

We'll cross that bridge if we come to it.

- Wow.

I wouldn't want to come
between you two, anyway.

You seem very close.

- We've got to think of
ourselves first, Joyce.

- It's a big step, all the same.

But I guess we should put
our cards on the table.

Look,

I might not be very, um,

imaginative in the bed department, Harry,

but I never said no to my husband,

not in all the years we were married.

- Not once?

- Well obviously there were
certain times after Jenny

was born and when I wasn't
well. But no, apart from that

he always got his onions,
whenever he wanted them.

Could have had them a bit more often, too,

if he'd played his cards right.

I like to be wooed.

- Yes, you do, don't you?

- So, as long as you're not too demanding,

you'll get what you want, on that score.

- I think we should stop
beating around the bush.

- I didn't think I was.

- Well, you don't have
to give me your answer,

straight away, but, um,

you know what's on my mind.

Will you marry me?

What's all this?

What's this all about?

Eh? What's the matter?

- I'd given up hope.

I just didn't think it was
going to happen to me again.

- No, neither did I.

- I've been so lonely for so
long, and I just didn't think.

It's you kneeling down that did it.

- Well,

will you?

- No.

- Why?

I thought...

- It's too soon.

I don't want to make another mistake.

Look, let's give it six months.

And then if we still feel the same way...

- Make it three months.

- It's all that talk about sex, isn't it?

It's got you all worked up.

All right. Three months.

- Joyce.

I can't say I'm the happiest
I've ever been in my life,

but I'm the happiest I can
remember being for a very long time

- Yeah mate, mate,
that's you, that is you.

You can't wear Y-fronts
all your life, mate.

- No, let's just get one
already at the butcher's.

- Yeah. Go with the frozen ones.

Too small.

- What's got into you this year?

- That's twice the size
the one we normally have.

- We don't make enough of Christmas,

That's our trouble. It's the
season of goodwill, family.

It's high time you started
thinking about a family

of your own, find some nice young fellow,

get set up in life.

- It's not that flaming easy.

Doesn't just happen to order.

The choice is a bit more
limited, for one thing.

Maybe some places like San Francisco,

all the blokes wear their
dicks on their sleeves.

- You ever thought of
going there for a holiday?

- I don't want to live like that, Dad.

I don't want to live in a world

that just begins and ends with being gay.

I like having all sorts of people around.

Kids and old folks, every
sort of person there is.

I don't want to live in a world
without women. I like women.

Me and the girls in the
office get on great.

They know, they don't
care. We laugh about it.

Fancy the same blokes sometimes.

Even fancied a couple of the
girls. Done it with a few

of them to make sure I wasn't
missing out on anything.

- You've done it with girls?

You never told me that.

- Yeah.

I didn't want you to get your hopes up.

- Did you like it?

See what I mean?

- Hey, hey.

Bugger it.

Could you get it up?

- Of course I could. It's not
exactly an obstacle course.

I quite enjoyed it, actually.
Something different.

But they just don't
turn me on like men do.

- Would, would you like to try it again?

No, Dad. Not off the top of my head.

See what I mean about
getting your hopes up?

I like doing it with blokes,
Dad. I don't think that's ever

going to change because I don't
want it to, I don't want to

be limited by others' ideas of
who I am. Yours or anyone else's

- I don't think I've ever
put any limits on you, Jeff.

- I...

Dad, I know.

You've been great, mate.

The best dad in the world, I reckon.

The fairest, that's a certain fact.

I don't often say it, but it's Christmas.

So thanks, mate, for everything.

I mean, you give me the
first-class shits at times,

and I suppose I do you.

But I don't think there's
many got a father like you.

- And I'm a very lucky man
to have a son like you, mate.

What do you reckon?

- How are we going to get the fucker home?

- Magnificent,

just what Christmas should be.

- Tada.

Oh, not her again. I thought
we'd ditch the bitch.

- Never!

Your mother bought her the
first Christmas of our marriage,

just before you were born.

I suppose some people
might see that as an omen.

- She's looking a bit tacky, Dad.

Why can't we get a nice
star, or something?

- Not as long as I'm alive.

You can do what you like when I'm gone.

Your mother loved her.

- I miss her, Dad.

I miss her like crazy.

- Not half as much as I do, lad.

It's not possible.

- Yeah, mate, I know.

I'm sorry.

- I think about her sometimes.

Sitting on a fluffy white cloud
in a place called paradise.

Surrounded by lots of

fat little naked babies sprouting wings.

And angels playing harps,
making pretty music.

Waiting for me to come along and join her.

It helps, sometimes.

Sometimes it makes it worse.

Sometimes I miss her so much,

I can hardly wait to
hear the pretty music.

- Come on, Dad.

Cheer up, you old
pisshead. Give me a hand.

- Yeah, well, you know.

- You should take a leaf
out of your own book, mate.

I mean, there's bound to be a
few oldwidows floating around.

- There's a few young ones, too.

- But I mean within the
realms of possibility, mate.

Somebody who'll fancy you.

- Would it worry you if there was?

- Hell, no, mate, it'd be great.

- Well, there is.

- What?

You old dog.

How long has this been going on?

- A while.

- You are lower than a
snake's belly, know that?

Not a single word to me about this.

- Now don't go getting all hurt.

I just wanted to be sure.

- Cause for celebration?

- I'll drink to that.

- So, um...

Have you, uh...

Have you stuck it up her yet?

- You dirty bastard!

You have, haven't you?
Is that where you've been

all those night?

- Listen, don't you talk
about Joyce like that,

if you don't mind. She's a
very refined kind of person.

- So is it love then, Dad?

- No.

I mean, I can't honestly say that it is.

But it might be the next best thing.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- So, when's it going to be?

- Well,

we haven't set the big day.

- But you're going to?

- Yeah. I, you know, if
she gets on with you.

- I do not come into this.

Unless you need me to
move out or anything.

- Of course I don't, Jeff.

And nor would Joyce want that.

She knows about you.

- Yeah?

You haven't told her
everything, have you, Dad?

- Well, no. I mean...

- Dad.

- Well look.

Joyce is a very kind

and understanding woman.

You'll love her and she will love you.

And, uh, you know, when things
work out, because they will,

Uh, well, you can stay
here, in your own home,

as long as you like.

Until such time as you want
to move out on your own

or with someone.

- Well I'll be, huh?

- Merry Christmas, son.

- Come here, you old bastard.

Merry Christmas, Dad.

- Joyce.

Happy New year.

- Happy new year, Harry.

- Aren't you going to shut the door?

- Sorry.

- Ah. Is this Jeff?

- Yes.

On his 21st.

- Oh, takes after his dad
in the looks department.

- You reckon?

Some people say they
can't see the resemblance.

- I find that difficult to believe.

Um...

I'm really hanging out for a drink.

- Make yourself at home.

- Yeah.

- Jeff out on the town tonight?

- Too right.

New Year's Eve.

Don't expect him home until the morning.

- Right.

This is really pleasant out here, Harry.

- You sound, uh, surprised.

- Oh, well, you know,

two blokes living together,
you keep it really neat and

tidy.

Ah.

What are these doing here?

- Oh, to be honest, uh, I bought them.

- What?

Why?

- Well, uh, Jeff's, uh...

- Oh.

I see.

Ah.

Why didn't you tell me?

- I was going to. Um, I know I should've.

- You bought these?

You encourage him?

Jesus, you ought to be
ashamed of yourself.

You ought to be ashamed of him!

- I've never been
ashamed of Jeff. Not ever.

How can I be ashamed of
what my seed's become?

What my love's become.

- You couldn't tell me.

I mean, it's probably the most
important thing in your life,

and you couldn't tell me.

- It doesn't change anything.

- Well, it does to me.

All this time I've been thinking

I've been getting to know
you, you've been lying to me.

- I never actually lied.

- It amounts to the same thing.

- Just meet Jeff.

You'll love him.

You'll see.

- Harry, no. I can't.

Not now. It's not just him,
anyway; it's everything.

I can't.

- Joyce.

- I just need to be on my own for a bit.

Sort things out in my head.

It was so good for a while there, Harry.

If only you'd been honest.

- Ashamed of Jeff?

Never.

Disappointed?

Yeah, disappointed that...

he'll never give me a
grandchild. Disappointed that...

I honestly believe he'd be missing out

on something wonderful.

What I had with his mum,

making a baby.

Knowing that I'd put the seed
in there and watching it grow,

then seeing him.

But if he's never going to have that,

then I want him to have
all the things he can have.

Our children are only the sum of us.

What we add up to.

Us, and our parents

And our grandparents and theirs.

All the generations.

- Hello, mate.

They said you'd be up soon.

Why'd you go and do a silly
bloody thing like that for?

You've had a bit of a stroke, Dad.

It was more than a bit of one, actually.

Did they tell you what
it was going to be like?

You'll be all right, mate.

I'll look after you, no sweat.

Things will be just the same
as always, Dad, I promise.

Can I get you anything?

Need to go for a wee or something?

Silly, eh? 'Suppose they look
after that sort of thing here.

But still, you never know.

Why do you keep moving your hand?

Can you hear me?

Once for "yes."

Twice for "no."

Oh, Dad.

- Smooth.

Are you knocking off early?

- What do you mean, it's five past.

- What are you, a bloody
clock-watcher now?

I thought you might give
us a few minutes extra.

Considering that cock-up you made

with that bed of Pansies last week.

- He's a prick. Don't Take any notice.

- Water off a duck's back.

- You're in a good mood.

You piss off, I'll put your gear away.

- Thanks, mate.

- Great, boys! Is there
going to be a rodeo later?

- Hey, why don't you come
with us, Walter? Come with us!

- Love to.

- Marty! Marty! We'll see you there.

See you down there.

- Police
estimate tonight's crowd

to be nearly 600,000.

This is believed to be
the largest crowd ever

to gather for the Gay
and Lesbian Mardi Gras.

- Mum.

What are you doing up?

- You're late.

What have you been doing?

What were you doing?

You were all over the late news!

- I was having a good time with my mates.

- I ought to beat the shit out of you.

- Well, why don't you try?

- Get out. Get out of here now.

You can come back once for
your things, when I'm not here.

Then that's it.

I never want to see you again.

- He doesn't mean it, Gregory. He's angry.

- No. He does, Mum.

- Damn right, I do.

- Fair enough.

- Here you go, Dad.

I fixed it up a treat, mate.

Now we can talk to each other, sort of.

What do you think? It's good, isn't it?

No, it's not silly, Mate.
It's good. It works well.

I thought we'd have an outing this arvo,

take you down the supermarket.

Pick up a nice bit of Fish for your tea,

Some of that frozen
lasagna you like so much.

Here's the remote. You want it on?

What about your wee pan?

Need a piss?

Come on, Harry, now.

You know you're not
going to be able to piss

in the supermarket, right, hmm?

I'll just go and get us
ready. Back in a tick.

- The trouble with having a stroke

is that people treat you
like a fuckwit afterwards.

- Shut up, Dad.

Don't make a row.

- Jeff.

- G'day.

Thought it was you.

- G'day, Greg.

How're you going, Mr. Mitchell?

Not too good, by the look of things.

Dad's had a bit of a stroke.

Yeah, I heard. Down the pub.

- He can't, uh, speak or anything,

But he knows it's you.

- How can you tell?

- Just can.

So how are things?

Oh, not bad. I've left home.

- Your folks?

- Mum's been great, but Dad, uh...

Found a place of my own, actually.

A studio flat, they call it.

It's quite nice, but...

There's hardly enough room to swing

a cat, and it's pretty expensive.

- I would've, uh, thought
you'd have found some nice...

friend to move in with.

- I wish.

Uh, you know, I do meet blokes, but

they're all only after one thing.

That's not everything in life, is it?

- Can't understand it.

Look, we better push off.
I've got to get dad home.

- Yeah, of course.

- I'll see you later, Mr. Mitchell.
Hope you're feeling better soon.

- Yeah, thanks Greg.

- Listen, uh,

I might drop round one night,

and make sure he's looking
after you properly.

- Uh, probably be a bit difficult.

- Oh, well, if you don't want me to...

- No, it's just, it's a
little difficult with Dad.

- You've gotta have a life
of your own life, surely.

- Yeah, of course... Dad, Dad,
Dad... yeah, of course I do.

It's just, you know, maybe
when he's a bit better, eh?

- Yeah.

- Tooroo.

- See you later.

- Yeah, two ticks!

- No, sorry. Don't want any.

- Jeff,

My name's Joyce Johnson.
I'm a friend of your dad's.

- Joyce, yeah. Sorry, come in.

How is he?

- As well as can be
expected, you know, um.

Doc says he'll never walk again.
He can't speak, of course.

Do you want to see him?

- Oh, I didn't realize it was that bad.

- He'd be pleased to see you.

Dad, someone to see you.

- Harry? I'm So sorry about you...

About your being sick.

- Oh, he's not sick now.

- Look, I'll leave you two
alone, so you can have a chat.

- Look, it's all right.
I just dropped by, I...

- I'll make a cup of tea.

- I'm really sorry, Harry.

- Tea's ready.

- Look, um, I won't stay.

My daughter, um, Jenny,

she's waiting for me.

Bit of a shock, seeing him like that.

He used to be so full of energy.

- Ah, still is.

Always wanting to go down the park.

For a walk, or walk down the shops..

Or 'wheel', I should say.

- Must be difficult for you.

- No.

Got a nurse comes in
three times a week, and

it's my dad, you know.

Look, drop in again some time.

He likes visitors.

Sorry I gave you such a hard time, before.

I thought you were one
of them missionaries.

We get a lot of them around here.

When it's blokes like the Mormons,

I just open the door, tell 'em I'm
a poofter and watch them blush.

- You tell them what?

- I'm a poofter.

Didn't he tell you?

Yeah, he was going to.

He was a bit worried
about how you might react.

- No, I knew.

You're nothing like I expected.

- Real sweet on you, he was.

Had his heart set on you.

- How was it? Are you ok?

- There's no fool like an old
fool. Isn't that what they say?

- You're not so old, Mum.

- No.

But I'm a fool.

- My mother was 80.

She was getting infirm, and

Mary was a bit younger.

But neither of them could
look after each other anymore.

And we all made the
decision to split them up.

My brother took Mum. And Mary...

went to a home.

It was for their own good.

How many times did we tell ourselves that?

We drove Mum away, and

she didn't say a word. She
didn't speak for days. She just

sat in her new bedroom with
her suitcase full of memories.

And she died in her sleep one
night, not long after that.

And I never had the chance,

or the guts,

To ask her the one thing I wanted to know.

I always wanted to know

What they said to each
other that last night,

Lying there in that

great old brass bed,

knowing that it was for the last time.

Knowing that they were never
going to see each other again.

Knowing that they were being taken away

To different places, to die.

I can't imagine what they would have said.

How do you say "thank you" for

forty years of love?

What words could you possibly find?

By then,

They were both as deaf as posts, so,

they'd lie there,

Shouting their love and their
good-byes to each other.

Did they find

comfort in the idea that they, uh,

might meet again soon, in the next world?

So, I don't know what I
would have said to Jeffrey

if I'd known the stroke
was going to happen.

I know I would have said something.

Only now, I'll never know what it was.

- Ok, Dad. Time for number twos.

I'll be back in a bit to wipe your bum.

Got the fish on for tea, right?

- I used to imagine, in my darker moments,

that it'd be the other way around.

That, you know, he'd catch
that dreadful disease, and

I'd be the one nursing him to the grave.

But not this.

Dear God.

Anything but this.

Ah.

Maybe in a few years' time, when
I'm gone, he'll find someone,

even if it's only out of
sheer, bloody loneliness.

But it won't be love,

because by then he'll have forgotten how.

I can't imagine anything worse

could happen to a human being, than that.

Sorry.

It always used to be a
very private thing to me,

going to the lav.

Not anymore.

- Ripper of a day, isn't it?

Weather report said it was going to rain.

They still don't get it
right very often, do they?

Might get an ice cream on the way home.

Do you fancy an ice cream?

Don't suppose you could
manage an ice block,

not unless I chopped it up for ya.

Might be a bit messy.

You need to wee or anything, Dad?

Well, I do.

You'll be all right, Dad. I won't be long.

- G'day.

- Fancy meeting you here.

- I'm planting.

- What?

- I'm...

- Yeah, I know. I saw you from over there.

Well, I wasn't actually sure it was you.

I was just having a perv.

Nice legs.

- You're looking pretty fit yourself.

- No, no, I need some sun.

At least you've got a tan.

- It's only my arms and legs.

The rest of me is as white as a ghost.

- Looks all right to me.

You didn't come and see Dad.

- Well, I didn't think you wanted me to.

- Yeah, look,

Sorry I was a bit off last
time I saw you, but...

I wasn't sure how you'd
react to Dad, you know.

It's not the most romantic
thing in the world, is it,

looking after your father
after he's had a stroke?

I thought you might think
it was too domestic.

Look, the thing is, um,

I'd really like to see you again.

You all right then, Dad?

I'll read to you for a bit, eh?

Do you want me to read to you?

No?

What do you want to do?

Sit here and listen to the flowers grow?

All right.

Sorry I was a while, but
I ran into young Greg.

You probably remember him best as Gary.

Could've knocked me down with a feather.

But I suppose it's only natural,

him being a gardener,
and this being a garden.

Couldn't help myself.

I asked him over for tea one night.

I was thinking he'd say, oh,
yeah, and that'd be that.

Could've knocked me down with a feather

when he said, would tomorrow be all right?

Yeah, ripper, I said.

I was a bit worried about you.

How he'd feel about you.

But he just shrugged and
said, that's life, isn't it?

And he said he'd bring his toothbrush.

That's making it fairly plain, isn't it?

He might even stay the night.

I'm not going to rush things, though.

Joe Cool this time, you just watch me.

Not too cool, though.

I don't want him to think
I'm not interested, y'know.

I'm just gonna...

Be me.

Whoever that is.

What's up, Dad?

What's the matter, mate? You're crying!

Hey? What's wrong?

Hey, come on.

It can't be that bad,
whatever it is. Come on.

It's all right, dry your eyes, come on.

Eh?

Oh, don't, Dad. Please.

It breaks me up to see you
like this, you know it does.

There's nothing to get upset about, mate.

I'm here.

I'll always be here.

Ok?

Is it Greg?

Don't you want him to come to tea?

I won't. I'll stop
him, if you want me to.

I've got his number.

Is that it?

Dad, come on, Dad.

Dad, Dad, Dad.

Come on, tell me.

One buzz is for 'yes',
two buzzes for 'no'.

Yes, you want me to cancel.

No, you don't want me to?

Yes.

That's what I thought.

You all right? You sure?

Huh?

Silly old bugger, getting
yourself worked up over things?

Nothing to worry about, Dad. I promise.

Not a worry in the world.

Turned out real nice after all, didn't it?

I wonder if he'll show up.

♫ Somewhere deep inside
something's got a hold on you

♫ And it's pushing me aside
so you stretch on forever

♫ And I know I'm right for
the first time in my life

♫ That's why I tell you
you'd better be home soon

♫ Stripping back the cause
of lies and deception

♫ Back to nothingness
like a week in the desert

♫ And I know I'm for the
first time in my life

♫ And that's why I tell you
you'd better be home soon

♫ Don't say no don't say nothing's wrong

♫ Cause when you get back
home maybe I'll be gone

♫ It would cause me pain
if we were to end it

♫ But I could start again
you can depend on it

♫ And I know I'm right for
the first time in my life

♫ And that's why I tell you
you'd better be home soon

♫ That's why I tell you
you'd better be home soon ♫