All language subtitles for Offspring s04e08 Freaking the Freak Out.eng

Was counselling a decision you guys
made together?

Yeah, we both thought
there was things to sort out before the baby comes.

Dean emailed me.
He said he wants to see Isabella.

I haven't emailed him back.
Maybe he's changed.

People don't change, Kate.

He's a hard-wired prick
who's always gonna hit you.

Mick's playing at the pub tonight.
You should stop by.

They're getting really famous

so they won't be doing pub shows
for much longer.

No-one's ever had a crush on me
before.

It's my problem.
Well, it's my problem too.

Yeah, you saw that?

The consequences
of damaging word of mouth

can be felt for months, even years,
after the event,

which is why I really have no choice
but to let you go.

You can't.
I am.

Hi.
I don't want to talk about it.

Don't walk away
when we're having an argument.

You can keep talking if you want,
but I'm done.

Dear baby,
I just want you to take a moment

to appreciate the magnitude
of my sacrifice right now.

I am not eating that chocolate bar.

I've been working since 6pm.
I haven't slept.

A patient just kneed me
in the left ear, and yet I resist.

And it's not any better at home.

Your father is in the grip
of his sister's dramas.

I know you're trying
to be there for me,

but I can't see the point
in hashing over it again.

But you are hashing over it
in your head all the time.

Fine. I'm going for a run.

Your aunty is in a tailspin.

What, so you think I've lost
the capacity to cook as well?

Just thought it might be nice
not to worry about dinner.

What, so I can worry about all
the other pitiful things in my life?

No.

Soup's what you give
to dying people.

It's what you give to people
who can't chew.

And the prenatal preparation
isn't quite on track.

But...

I'm not eating
the chocolate bar.

Sorry. Sorry, I'm late.

Nightmare shift.
It's fine.

Great.
Another day with Mr Shutdown.

Just so you know,
I've arranged to meet Dean today.

So if I seem a bit preoccupied
at counselling...

Kate's Dean?

So I apologise in advance
if I seem distracted.

Would you like
to cancel this session?

Is that what you're saying?
No. Do you?

Well, no,
because I don't want to become

the couple that skips counselling.

Daddy says it's your turn
to drive me to school.

You can tell Daddy
to go fuck himself.

How about we think of it like this.

You know when you really don't feel
like exercising but you do

and then you feel great and
you think, "Thank God I did that"?

Yeah, or sometimes
you don't want to exercise

'cause you have a viral infection

and then you do and it becomes
a full-blown sickness.

OK, sorry, Nina.

Come on. Let's go.

Can we just say it together?

Like, on the count of three,
just, "Let's skip counselling".

Both together.

Nina, that's ridiculous.
I know.

One, two, three.

Let's skip counselling!

An actual smile - the first
in days. Build on it, Nina.

Oh!

You alright?
Yep.

Oh, hello. It's Nina Proudman here.

I'm sorry. We have an appointment
with Lawrence

at 9:30 this morning
and unfortunately...

I'll put you through.
What? No, no, no, I...

She's putting me through.

Can you...
Why are you giving it to me?

Because I'm a terrible liar!
And I'm a great liar?

Nina.
Hi!

How are you?
Good.

Good!

Well, actually, not so good
because...

uh, um... Patrick and I won't
be able to make it today.

Oh.

Yes, because I have a... baby.

Oh.
Not mine.

Not yet.

Not that that would be funny,
that would be... bad.

Uh... it's a delivery,
I mean, of a baby.

Someone else's.
Is everything alright?

Yes, good! Good!

And is Patrick alright?
He is VERY good.

Not that I would know
because he is not with me.

I am at work currently.

And he DOES work at my work too
but not today.

Today he is situated at home.

So... anyway...

Oh! Sorry! What was that, nurse?

Oh! What?

Here comes that baby?

Oh, OK, I'll be right there.

Sorry, Lawrence, sorry.
Yes, I'm coming!

I won't... I've got to go, Lawrence.
Must go. Sorry. Emergency.

You really are the worst liar
I've ever met in my life.

Can we just have a greasy breakfast
and hang out on the couch?

I've got to go see Dean.

So you have to commit
to being gloomy all day.

Fabulous work, Nina.

I'm trying to be understanding.
I really am.

But it's been going on
for days and days.

Well, he's always been a moody dude,
Neens. I mean, what did you expect?

You get pregnant and he'd magically
transform into Patrick Happy Pants?

No.

What are you laughing at, Dad?
Life!

So, how are you going anyway?

Morbidly depressed, bitter.
I can't stop eating cheese.

Let's organise your baby shower.
What?

Mmm. That actually qualifies as fun
right now.

Uh, it's way too early.

Neens, let me take you through
my options at the moment.

OK, option A is looking through
my job possibilities.

They finally sent me
an actual real estate one.

OK, as a receptionist in Gippsland.
Oh.

Option B is me obsessively checking
out Mick's fan forums online.

Fan forums?
Mmm, yeah. He has them now.

What?
Yeah. Look at this.

"Holland Hot Pics." 142 likes.

"Mick Holland, Sex God."

87 likes. This is the worst one.

"Mick Holland, phwoarsome" -
spelt P-H-W-O-A-R-some.

208 likes.

Hang on.
Shayanne has posted something new.

Oh, God!
What?

"Gonna get me
some ginger stubble rash..."

"..from his pubes".

Eugh!

I don't think you should be
looking at those.

I can't stop! I've tried. I can't.

What does Mick think of them?

Well, I don't think
that he's aware of them yet.

Good!
No, it's not a good thing.

I'm hiding it from him.

In the past, any bit
of success he had, I loved it.

You know, I wanted him to know
how fabulous he was.

Now that
I'm a hopeless, vindictive loser...

You're not a hopeless, vindictive...
Yeah, blah, blah, blah.

God. Shit.

Shit. Shit.
What?

Shuffle round, shuffle round.

Shuffle around!

There's Lawrence.
Oh, counsellor Lawrence?

I just told him a big fat lie
about delivering a baby.

Oh. Not the young, gorgeous one?

I don't know. Maybe.

What, maybe? Empirically!

Why in God's name would you choose
such a hot counsellor?

Are you insane?
What? No, he's very good.

That's like choosing a foxy nanny.

He's like a Calvin Klein model,
Neens.

I like his preppy loafers, though.

He's coming over.
Huh?

Your menu is upside down.

Oh! Oh.

Oh, hi.

Oh, sorry.

Be careful of your lovely shoes
in the glass.

I've got it. I've got it.
This is Billie, by the way.

Hi.
Hello.

Oh, my God.

Does he know who I am?
What? No.

I think we should leave immediately.
Who's she? An older lover?

Should I go and talk to him?
Is that an accent?

Don't watch me.
Look at your cheesecake.

Hi.

Hi! Sorry to interrupt.

I just wanted to come on over
and apologise for everything.

For the cancellation and everything.

I'm not delivering a baby,
obviously, at the moment.

I just... I'd just come off
a night shift

and I just thought
that it'd be easiest

to just go, "Bam - delivery!"

Sorry. Sorry, Nina.

We probably shouldn't talk much
in this setting.

It's kind of contrary to the code.
Oh!

Mmm.
Oh, yes. The code?

Why don't you give me
a call later and...

OK, I will do that. Sorry. Sorry.

And sorry to you, madam.

Maybe I should see him.
Maybe it'd do me good.

No! Do not see him.

I've never really believed
in counsellors.

That was a lovely fawn pant
that he had on.

What's his last name?

Didn't you just call me insane
for seeing a hot counsellor?

Yeah, insane for you.
But I can handle it.

What?

Well, at the end of the day, a
counsellor would just be too wanky

for me to have
a serious sexual lust about.

I can honestly say I've never had
a single sexual thought about him.

So, what is it? Dr Lawrence what?

See ya, Billie.

If you're being honest
with yourself,

you have seen me quite a few times
in your fantasy.

Not in my sexual fantasies.

They're usually
pretty unmistakeable.

Men lusting after me, kissing me,
wearing bearskins.

Men wearing bearskins?

In some contexts it works.

What, like this?

No, see... that's just awkward.

That's how you do it.

But is that really enough
to compensate

for how difficult
the relationship is?

It's not that difficult.

Its just... going through
a tricky patch.

See, in that one, he's like,
"Oh, I don't think so."

But in this one,
he's like, "Alright!

"Bring it on in!"

Hello?
Hi, darling!

Is that an adjective? 'Phwoarsome'?

Yeah, it's a combo
of 'phwoar' and 'awesome'.

Scroll down, Mick.
Read the comments.

"Oh, yeah.
Those freckles, that stare.

"Nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom."

"Nom, nom"?

Look, I'm not fluent
in digital lady speak,

but I believe it's a vigorous
kissing slash chewing noise.

Oh.
Billie will know.

Billie will know what?

According to Jimmy, your husband
is an internet sex symbol.

It's true. He's gone viral.
Oh, really?

It's nothing. It's just a stupid
little fan forum Jimmy found.

Uh-uh-uh, not just one.
There's "Mick Holland, Sex God."

"Fuck, Yeah, Mick Holland".

And my personal favourite,
"Holland Hot Pics"

entirely devoted to pictures
of his crotch.

Check this, check this.

Bam! That is a cut lunch.

See, in the '70s, there was none
of this anonymous business.

If you liked a singer, you went
backstage and you slept with them.

That wasn't my experience.
Check out the comments by Shayanne.

She's my favourite.
Yeah, let's not.

"If you look just above
the belt in this

pic, "you can get an
eyeful of Holland's..."

What's that?
"Dick dents."

According to Urban Dictionary,
a dick dent...

Yeah. We know what it means.
I don't.

Well, we're not explaining it.
What's for lunch?

Oh, who's your daddy?

Don't be disheartened, Billie.
What? No, I'm not.

I know how painful it can be
to have a partner

who rouses such sexually-loaded
responses in strangers.

Any news on the job front, darling?
Oh, yeah.

Actually I've got an interview
for a rental property...

Oh!

"Dick dents." Yes, I've just drawn
a mental image. Mmm.

It's not the actual...
more of a ridge than a dent.

The ligament, yes.
I'm just... toilet.

"Whoa. Hello, sailor!"

Come on, Jimmy. That's enough.

What?
Well, Billie's had a rough week.

Well, yeah, this will give her
a lift.

Uh, I'm not sure about that.

Mick, her man stocks are rising.
She's living the dream.

Hey.

Joseph, hi.

They talking about Dean?

Shouty talking.
Hmm.

Did today go badly?
I wouldn't have a clue.

Kind of stuck here
on the kiddie's table.

We moved over here
to get away from him

and now he just comes back in
with one email...

Hey, does Patrick... does he
sometimes shut you out of things?

Uh...

See, Kate, she's all, like, "I don't
want you to deal with my baggage."

I'm like, "I'm cool with baggage."

I just want to be in a relationship

with someone
that actually talks to me.

Are you ready to go, Joe?

Oh, hi, Nina.
Hi.

Sorry, I'm late to pick up Bella,
so...

That's one of her trademark moves.

How'd it go?

Can we talk about it
or are you still Patrick of doom?

She's gonna let him see Isabella.

Tomorrow.
God.

Are you going?

She said just once.

"It'll be just once."
She's so fucking stubborn.

How did he seem?

He looked like the guy that, um...

I knew years ago.

The guy that I liked.

I really appreciate you meeting me,
Patrick.

This isn't a social catch-up, Dean.

I just want to know
what it is you want.

I'd like to... see my daughter.

And what did you say?

Can we... not?

Is there anything in the fridge
or should I go get something?

Yeah, yeah, there's all that vegie
lasagne left. I'll get it.

Well... the most mortifying thing
happened at breakfast with Billie.

Lawrence was there.

Sprung me.

Right after I told that ridiculous
lie about delivering a baby.

And then I made it even worse

by going over and apologising,
you know, of course.

And he's..."I can't talk about this
because of the code."

Sorry, you're just...

speaking very loud.

Oh, sorry.
Sorry.

I'm a bit headachy.

Sorry.

I'm gonna go have a shower.
OK.

I'm interested, Nina.

Oh, that was stupid, that story.
Bad timing.

Can I give you my objective opinion?

I don't really think you can be
objective. You're my fantasy.

I saw a warm-hearted attempt
to try and lighten the mood,

clearly coming from a place
of kindness and consideration.

That's how I intended it to be.

Better still, it could have lead to
a fun dilemma - what to do next?

Exactly.

Oh, I... thought
you were having a shower.

Yeah, I might go for a run first.

Yeah?

Oh, yes, put her through.

Nina.
Hello, it's Nina.

I mean... well, obviously.

Sorry, you said... Sorry.

Um... I'm just ringing to apologise
for this morning again.

It's fine. I apologise too
if I was aloof at the cafe.

It's just...
Oh, no, no, I completely understand.

"The code" or whatever.

I'm just really mortified
about the "delivering babies".

Nina, I never doubt
that all your choices

come from a place of kindness
and consideration.

Thank you.

So, would you like
to reschedule for tomorrow?

Yes. Yes, I would but I'm working.

Well, I do have a late slot free.
6:30, if that works for you guys?

Oh, that's really generous,

but just,
I think, Patrick might...

Yeah, Patrick's got a late shift.

Well, I could see you alone.

Isn't that breaking the rules?

There are no rules, Nina.

Mostly when I work with couples,
I'll do a few solo sessions.

It's standard.
Oh.

But if you feel uncomfortable
about it...

No, no, well,
that sounds comfortable.

I...I'd be comf...
Would I tell Patrick?

Well, that's entirely up to you.
It's certainly nothing illicit.

No, no, well, of course it's not.

No.

I mean, I would...
That would be good. Yes, tomorrow.

Great. I look forward to it.

Yes.
Bye for now.

Alone?

Be quiet.
I didn't say anything.

Alone.

150 over 80.

It's not uncommon to have a spike
in blood pressure right at the end.

Come out, come out!
I know. That'd be good, wouldn't it?

But until then, I think we'll just
keep you here, keep you resting.

I raided the ward Chrissie
decorations. This is all we had.

Oh, we were making
stupid jokes before,

calling this the virgin birth.

Oh, well.
'Cause there's no penis involved.

So we're not saying
that lesbians are virgins.

Oh, no, no.
It's alright.

Eloise is lesbotic too.

So are you an actual pure
thoroughbred, Zoe, 100%?

Yeah, I am actually. 100%.

Including pashing?
Yep.

Claude's not.
No, I had a few years of delusion.

Yeah, me too. Fun delusion, though.

Nina's thoroughbred straight. Zara's
straight, but non-thoroughbred.

It totally shows, doesn't it?
How?

What about you, Eloise?
Are you a thoroughbred?

Oh. No.
Oh.

Are we talking pash and dash
or the full enchilada?

It was... my high school boyfriend.

Ah!

So, anyway, Sally,
I'll keep monitoring...

So what was his name?

'Cause I am sensing
it was something like... Cameron.

Or Jamie.

Uh, Eric, actually.

Eager Eric.

Eager Eric puts in the effort.

Anyway, as I was saying,
we'll monitor your blood pressure.

I'll be on call and hopefully
you'll be in labour very soon.

Eager Eric puts in the effort
but the endgame eludes him.

Kim.

That was a bit full-on before.
What was?

Discussing Eloise's sexuality
in front of patients!

Oh, come on. She was fine with it.

No, she was trying
to be fine with it.

Oh, get off the grass.

She cracked an actual joke,
yet not massively funny,

but still it was a breakthrough.

What's this?

Oh, Nina is just cracking the sads

'cause Eloise isn't
her little pet anymore.

Excuse me! No, I'm not.
You are.

I'm not. I'm talking
about your behaviour.

Eloise finally gets the stick
out of her ass,

finally starts acting half human...

Kim.

'Cause you, like,
are all love struck and boring.

That was your fault.

How was that my fault?
Go and apologise.

You apologise!
No.

Thank you for doing this.
I want you to know that this is it.

Just once, just today.
That's all I'm committing to.

Hey, baby.

Mama.

Mum.

Bella, this is Dean.

Hello, Bella.

Say hi.

Say, "Hi, Dean." Wave hi.

Got you a present.

Look at that! Wow.

Thank you.

Ooh.
Ooh.

Wow.

You realise it is just
a rental manager position.

Yes.
Fielding maintenance calls mostly.

Well, I'm particularly interested
in the kind

of inner-city developments
that you specialise in.

I think that's
a really exciting area.

Yeah, um, the buildings themselves,
they've had some flaws,

so you would cop
a fair bit of abuse.

Right.

And you should know up front,

we actually can't afford
any security for you.

OK.

Also, the hours are Friday afternoon
through to Monday morning.

Are you aware of that?
Yes.

Yeah. Round the clock.
Uh, well, my husband is a musician.

He tends to work
right through the weekend,

so it's quite compatible, actually.

He'd do weddings and stuff?
Uh, no.

His name is Mick Holland
and he tends to do...

Mick Holland? Get out!

Not the Mick Holland with the song?

Oh, um, possibly.

With that woman, the hippy redhead.

Denise! Denise!
Yeah?

Belinda here is married
to Mick Holland.

Get out!

It's Billie.
I listen to that song all the time.

I've got it on my computer.
Hang on, listen, listen.

It's sold quite...

Do you think he could play
at the office Christmas party?

I've hit some kind of tipping point.

I'm now officially trashing
job opportunities

because I'm so bitter
about my husband's success.

Oh, well, I didn't think
you wanted that job anyway.

That's not the point.
I'm a shell of a woman.

What are you doing right now?
Uh, I'm... I'm busy. Why?

Because now I have to go to his gig,

which they've upgraded
to the town hall

because so many internet
obsessives are going.

Seriously, it's like a tidal wave.

Shayanne is driving down
from Canberra.

Oh, Mick doesn't even know
about the internet obsessives.

He knows -
yesterday Jimmy showed him

all the fan sites
and now he's obsessed.

I'm sure Mick's not obsessed.
He looks at them on the toilet.

OK, if you stand really close
to the door,

you can hear
all those iPhone clicky noises.

Have you been standing
close to the...

I really need you to come, Neens.
It's critical. I need a flank.

No... I can't.

I've got a session thing
with Lawrence.

Oh, with Patrick?

What?
I've gotta go.

Since when do you have a solo
session with a couples counsellor?

Well... just...

Go on. Make all your jokes.

Go on.
No, I'm not making jokes.

You're officially crossing
a line here. Have you told Patrick?

Oh, you should not go. You cannot
go solo with counsellor blow-wave.

Your head will implode.

You should call right now.
You should cancel.

You should come to the gig with me.

Neens?

Oh.

My head will not implode.

It's not even remotely close
to imploding.

You take care of yourself,
won't you?

I will.

The cafe woman.
I'll just be one moment, Nina.

Where's the code there?

She gets cafe meetings
and pecks on the cheek.

Hey. Come in.

Ooh, sorry,
I hope this isn't too casual.

It's just socks.
Nothing loaded about socks.

Oh, not at all.

Oh, no, don't worry about it.
You can keep your shoes on.

Sorry, was she a patient?

No. I'm so sorry.
You don't have to answer that.

I just... sorry.
It's fine.

She was actually my university
lecturer and she's a friend.

Ah.

And I suppose she's been acting
as my counsellor too.

I've had a bit
of a tricky period lately

and she's been a great support.

Right.

Going through a break-up?
Coming out?

Shut up, Nina.

So I'm really glad that we're having
this solo session.

Me too. Me too.

Because sometimes I feel like
you might just be

holding back a little
in our couple sessions.

Really?

I just wanted to give you the space
just to say whatever it is you want

without second guessing,
without fear of frustrating Patrick.

Just to say whatever it is
that's playing on your mind.

Don't say anything.

Mick?

Yeah.

How'd it go?
It was a disaster.

What's going on?

Nothing, just... we...

Oh, we sold out! 600 tickets
just... gone.

Great.
Yeah.

Um...

Oh, God. What's the time?
I've gotta get moving.

Billie, what are you...

Give it to me! Give it to me!
What?

No.

Get off me! Get off me.

Ow!
Arggh.

"Holland Hot Pics." I knew it!

I was just scanning it.
You're addicted.

I'm not addicted.
Admit it. It's OK. I am too.

I'm not addicted.

It's just new and weird and...
And hot.

What?
Oh, come on. It's hot.

It must be. There's legions
of digital women loving you.

Billie, it's a lot of things
but it's not hot.

What do you think -
I lie awake at night

and think, "Ooh, Hollandlady281..."

No, she's freaky
and she can't spell.

But what about Emgirl87?
She's genetically perfect.

Are you worried I'm gonna hook up
with one of them?

No.

Yes. I don't know.

What I'm worried about is that
we've hit some fork in the road.

I'm an almost middle-aged
real estate failure.

Billie...
No, come on. Let's not soften it.

And you are Justin Bieber
of inner urban Melbourne.

Wow, that's an achievement.

Well, it is.

It is an achievement

and I hate that I wish things
were back the way they were.

You used to come to gigs.

You would hear women say stuff -
racy stuff.

It actually fired you up - remember?

Then we'd get home, and...

I'd be exhausted and hoarse,
and you'd insist on having sex.

It was pride sex.
Yeah.

It was messed up.

It was fun.

Now, why can't this be like that?

It's just weird words
and pictures on the internet.

Yeah.

With terrible grammar.
TERRIBLE grammar.

And I want to be able to...

look at it and enjoy it
and... laugh about it...

with my wife.

Me?

Mm-hm.

It's probably just
a bad convergence of events.

But... I just...

I've never quite worked out
how to handle it when he shuts down.

I know -
I shouldn't over-analyse it.

You constantly criticise yourself
for over-analysing.

But, Nina, I just think
it's a sign that you care.

Very deeply.

So let's just say...

let's say the worst thought
that runs through your mind.

Let's just get it out there.

The WORST thought?
Yeah.

Well, perhaps if you articulate it,

it won't be as overwhelming
as you fear.

Or perhaps
your head WILL implode.

I...I suppose... the worst thought
that I have is that...

we're just not suited.

No matter how much
we love each other...

we're not suited.

I have to talk.

He has to shut down.

Its always gonna be difficult.

And we try and pretend
that that's not the truth,

because of this pregnancy.

But, really...

we'd be better just to accept it
and... go our separate ways.

And how do you feel,
having articulated that?

Terrible.

Why? Do you feel guilty?

Yes.

I'm here to FIX the relationship,
not call it quits.

But that's not what
I'm suggesting at all, Nina.

There are happy couples
on your website, holding hands.

Well, yes, but...

I'm paying a lot of money...

S...sorry.

Oh! Sorry.

I'm on call.

- Hello?
- Nina. Sorry.

Sally Richardson's BP
just spiked again - 210/100.

There's a non-reassuring CTG.
Baseline is rising.

Oh, shit.

I...I'm there, I'm there.
10 minutes.

I'm... I'm sorry.

I have to leave.

I hope this exercise
hasn't unsettled you at all.

It's fine. Sorry.

I'm sorry.
Oh...

You got here quickly.

Yeah. I was just round the corner.

Not at home.

Lying. Why are you lying?

This will have to be quick.
Yep.

Sally, we're just a little bit
concerned about your blood pressure,

so I'm going to administer some
hydralazine, just to bring it down.

OK, I'm about to make
the first incision.

Are you comfortable?
Mm-hm.

Mm-hm?
It's alright.

It's OK. It's gonna be OK.

Baby's head's already engaged.

Eloise, could you apply pressure?

You right?

Sally, the baby's
just in a tricky position.

Don't worry. You've got
the best hands in the business here.

Yeah.

It's 220.

I'm just gonna administer
some more hydralazine.

And...

Yeah, it's alright.

Eloise, could you get your hand
around the baby's shoulder,

and just lever a little.

Lever a little.

Is he alright?

Paediatrician's just checking now.

Come on, little fella. Come on.
Take a big breath for me.

Come on.

Baby's OK.
Congratulations.

Well done.

Here he is. Here he is.

Oh, beautiful baby.

Look at me, ladies.

Ohh.

No.

Go.

Nice job before.

Thanks.

You're real good
when there's a sitch.

Lots of newbies aren't,
but you're good.

Mmm. Right. Thanks.

Kim's babbling because
she wants to say she's sorry.

Oh, my God, Zara!
I was just getting to that.

It was literally the next thing
that I was going to say.

Well, go on, then.

Yeah, so, sorry for saying
you had a stick up your arse.

You didn't.

I'm a cow. Sorry.

It's OK. I kind of did.

Nah, you're just professional...
with good posture.

Hey, and your joke before -
that was seriously funny.

"Eager Eric puts in the effort" -
that was hilarious.

Oh, that was your joke, Zara.
Ah.

Right.

But you also said something
that was good... too.

To be honest,
I... kind of made Eric up.

Oh.

I had a friend Eric,
but he was never my boyfriend.

I think I was just
a bit embarrassed to be...

A thoroughbred?

You shouldn't be.
We need a bit of purity around here.

Kim, are you a thoroughbred
if you've... never really...

slept with anybody?

Yeah!

That just makes you
a very pure thoroughbred.

Please don't tell anyone.

Course not. No, no, no.

I might be loud,
but I'm also discreet.

I'm a fascinating contradiction.

Yeah, she's the one
right up the back - gorgeous.

Not that I'm looking,
but absolutely gorgeous.

And that is Anna and Jess.

They drove all the way
from Pyalong.

Where's that?

I don't... I don't know,
but it's far.

Um, in the middle,
just over here, that is Carly.

You can't see it yet,
but she has made her own T-shirt -

a big picture of you.

Please tell me it's my face.
Please tell me it's my FACE!

It's of your entire
upper-knee... region.

Aha.

And just up the front, right here,
the infamous Cheyenne.

I think we can safely assume

her profile picture
is at least two decades old.

Someone should notify Billie.
Mmm.

So, Jimmy, is there actually anyone
in the audience here to see me?

Oh, yeah, absolutely.

Just the desperadoes up the front
are here to see you.

OK.
Thanks.

I think we should do a control test.

Yeah.
Nah, that's a terrible idea.

Go. Go, go, go.
Mm-hm.

I'm not... not doing this.

I think we have our answer.

It proved nothing.
Mmm.

Just this way, love.

Coming through.

Hey, mate. Excuse me.

Show me the picture. We'll see.

That's pathetic. That is so blurry.

He's onstage for, like, an hour.
I'll get a better shot.

He's totally better-looking
in real life.

I know!
Mmm.

Is he single?
I think Becky said.

Actually, I don't know.
Google. Google.

Uh, nuh, he's married.

Really? Is there a picture?

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, she's, like,
35 or something.

She looks even older.
She's so... bleugh!

Yuck. Like, yuck.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
What?!

Oh, my God!

Thank you, you guys.

Wow.

You're amazing!

It's so, so good
to be here, you guys.

Actually, I think you might be
the biggest crowd we've ever had.

Thank you.

One, two, three, four.

Dear Baby,

I'm gonna ask for special
consideration on this one.

Can I have a bite?
Mmm?

Please, take it, take it.

How's Sal?

Delirious.

But thrilled.

How did it go today?

With Dean. Did it happen?

Yeah.

We don't... we don't
have to talk about it.

I...I probably should get changed.
No.

It was intense.

I went in
determined not to give an inch.

And I don't know,
he was... he was just so tragic.

Come on, sweetie.

Kate tried to force her
to play with him.

Come on, darling,
you love the swing.

Bella just wouldn't let go.

After a while, Dean...

he just decided to sit
off to the side, and just to watch.

And just... seeing him there...

just thinking
that this is gonna be

the only time he ever has
with his daughter...

But it made me think
how lucky I am...

to have what I have...

with you.

I know I've been
a bit of a unit lately.

Oh, there's been
a lot of things happening.

No, I want you to know
that I recognise it,

and I want to work on it.

And, you know, I want to...
lock down some things.

Like what?

Should we buy a house together?

Should we... get...
joint bank accounts?

Should we get married?

What?

Is that... would you want that?

I don't know.

Would you?

I think we should talk about it.

I also think we should
go see Lawrence tomorrow.

You know, we can't be that couple
that quits counselling.

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