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(MAN READS) “We will put the enemy in the position

"where they will have to choose

"between giving us death

"or giving us freedom."

So, who knows when Emmeline Pankhurst gave that speech?

-1913. -Very good, Oly.

And, someone else,

to which enemy was she referring?

-The First Order. -(SNIGGERING)

Very funny, Vince. No, it was...

-Men. -Well, yes.

At least that majority of men who opposed the women's vote.

It took another seven years after that speech...

Psst! Brazainiac.

..for white American women to get the vote

and another 45 years for women of colour.

It wasn't until 1989

that the black feminist legal scholar Kimberlé Crenshaw

coined the term 'intersectionality',

which is a way of describing...

-(OMINOUS MUSIC) -(TEACHER'S VOICE FADES)

(TEACHER'S VOICE DISTORTS AND ECHOES)

(BABY GRIZZLES)

(SCREAMS)

(BABY CRIES)

(ANGIE SIGHS)

(BABY CONTINUES CRYING)

(WHISPERS) Oh, look at you.

You want a cuddle?

OK.

(BABY CONTINUES CRYING)

(SIGHS) Oh, fuck my life.

WOMAN: Canguro. Are you awake?

Not really.

Ohh, he's tired. He's working so hard.

SONG: ♪ I can't understand... ♪

I'm not really in the mood for this, Angel.

What are you in the mood for?

♪ Please understand where I'm comin' from

♪ Understand that it's all in me

♪ But not plain to see

♪ Please understand that we're strummin'

♪ Why understand where we goin'

♪ I understand life be flowin'... ♪

-Forget it. -No! Don't go.

-(SIGHS) -Come here.

Let me just grab a condom.

-MAN: Santi. -Shit.

Go. Go, go, go.

You should stand up to your father.

You should get your own place.

-Come on, let's do our session. -No.

Get out!

(DOOR CLOSES)

(BABY BABBLES)

ANGIE: Can you pass me the washer?

I can't believe this is how it works.

There are zero consequences for the guy.

I'm literally torn up and bleeding.

-Mmm. Biology's a bitch. -Seriously, Mum?

You sound like a double agent for the patriarchy.

(CHUCKLES)

Isn't Lachie being supportive?

That is not the point.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

NURSE: You've got a visitor.

So the cream worked.

What the actual fuck, Oly?

I didn't know.

I would've told you.

You didn't even tell me you and Lachie had sex.

You didn't know? How is that even possible?

I...just thought it was weight gain from stress.

But you didn't have your period.

I did. A couple times.

Didn't you use contraception?

-You know how this works, right? -Reems.

Oh, babes.

You really scared me.

What was the birth like?

Only like being split open from the inside

by some demon alien.

Like, seriously, if that is how humans are born,

I don't even know how we've survived as a species.

Like, if men had to give birth,

they would've figured out a way

to have babies in jars by now.

(SNIGGERS)

Oh, babes.

I thought I was gonna die.

How does the baby's head...

..fit out your...?

It doesn't.

Mate, have you heard of Occam's razor?

The fuck are you talking about, Vince?

It means that the simplest explanation is usually right.

What's it got to do with me?

She's got a boyfriend.

Baby's his, so you're off the hook.

I just...

She doesn't even talk to me, man.

Why do you care? You're banging your hot cousin.

Again, Vince, she's not my cousin.

-Yeah? -My godparents' daughter.

Sounds like a technical defence.

-(CHILD WHINES) -Ava! Ava, don't get out.

Don't get out of the pram. We're going home.

-You can have one later. Sit! -(WHINES)

You dodged a bullet, bro.

I know. I know - breast is best.

It is like the 'Handmaid's Tale' around here.

Blessed be the boobs.

It's weird.

It's gross.

And this whole earth-mother breastfeeding fetish

is basically about keeping women enslaved.

So, sorry, but I'm not doing it.

-Formula's fine. -(SCOFFS)

Ah. Perhaps you haven't read the research.

(SIGHS) There is arsenic in 85% of baby formulas.

-That's not factual. -It's from an academic study.

-So... -Formula is fine, Oly.

-You were bottle-fed. -Oh, well, thanks a lot, Mum.

Great to know you were there for me.

It's certainly not too late to start breastfeeding.

It's a good way to bond with the baby.

No!

I'll pump the milk.

Now we've got that sorted out,

Oly, you have to take her home tomorrow.

But I have no idea how to look after a baby.

Do some research.

-(SOFT THUD) -Careful!

She's OK, Ol.

Now, I just have to go in for the department meeting, OK?

What? Now? Today?

It'll be for two hours.

Mum and I have purchased everything you need

to help with the baby.

Dad, it's only for a few weeks.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Mmm. Sure.

(QUIRKY MUSIC)

Hey, Dad, have you seen my schoolbag?

DOM: What?

I've gotta get back. I'm gonna be way behind.

What? You...you can't go to school.

-Oh, darling, are you crying? -No!

Course not.

I'll just do a half-day and get back into it properly tomorrow.

That is completely insane, Oly.

Jesus Christ. What about the baby?

You ran a company with 500 staff.

I'm pretty sure you can handle one little baby.

Ah! Here it is.

-See ya. -But... Wait.

Oly, listen.

No!

(FUNKY SLOW ROCK)

SONG: ♪ Maybe if you were to ask me a question

♪ That I could... ♪

Oly, what are you doing here?

You OK?

I'm fine. Thanks, Mr Hanover.

♪ Give you an answer

♪ That fitted right in with your plans

♪ You're confusing me... ♪

Ah!

(SIGHS)

Angie, what's going on? Are you OK?

(SOFTLY) I love you.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Uh, do you want milk?

Um, yeah. Uh, just... With no sugar. Thanks.

MR HANOVER: Um, sorry to interrupt.

Angie, Olympia's here.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey.

You right?

Oly, what are you doing here?

Why does everybody keep asking me that?

'Cause you had a baby four days ago.

Yeah, a baby.

(IMITATES SCHWARZENEGGER) Not a tumour.

(LAUGHS)

Still OK for me to come round tonight, yeah?

Ow! What are you doing?

Um... Sorry.

I...um...

(WISTFUL MUSIC)

I have to go.

ANGIE: Oly?

Ol?

(ANGIE SIGHS SYMPATHETICALLY)

-(OLY SNIFFS) -(SIGHS)

Come on.

Let's go home.

-Oh, don't cry. Oh... -(CRIES)

Hey, why won't my baby take a bottle?

SIRI: Sorry, I'm not sure I understand.

-Oh, come on! -(WHINES)

Shh, shh, shh. It's OK, baby. It's OK, my darling.

I'm just looking it up.

What the fuck is nipple confusion?

Dom-Dom's here now.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

-(BABY CRIES) -Can you stop crying?

Oh, you're making me worried.

-Oh... -(WHINES)

-(DOOR SLAMS) -(BABY CRIES)

(DOM GRUNTS) You're back.

(BABY CRIES)

SONG: ♪ Could I make this more convenient for you?

♪ Like constant white of clouded sky

♪ Sometimes I could just disappear entirely

♪ I'm heavyweight desperate now

♪ Is everything I'm doing just for you? ♪

-(ANGIE AND DOM CHATTER) -♪ I'll do anything for you. ♪

Nothing about this is simple, Dom.

Of course it's simple. The baby's ours!

We are not giving her away!

(BABY CRIES)

Ange, this, this is a fresh start for you and I.

(SCOFFS)

I was gonna leave you the day this happened.

What?

I'm in love with someone else.

(BABY CRIES)

OLY: Alright! Fine! I'll do it.

I don't know how, though.

-OK. -(BABY GRUNTS)

Oh! Ow! She's got my hair.

Oh! Oh, she's got my hair.

Can you untangle it?

(OLY GRUNTS) I can't.

ANGIE: OK. It's OK, darling.

Just hold the head.

(GRIZZLES)

My midwife said that you sort of

tickle...tickle your nipple across her cheek

and she'll sort of just turn instinctively and...

..latch on, like that.

I thought you didn't breastfeed me.

I breastfed, um, Bowie.

Just for a little bit. It didn't really work out.

Imagine my surprise.

ANGIE: Ah! That's it.

Oh.

(CHUCKLES) You OK?

Feels really strange.

Ow.

(LAUGHS)

Ow! You little weirdo.

(ANGIE CHUCKLES)

ANGIE: She looks so much like you did.

I thought Friday was the worst day of my life.

And then today, my boob exploded on Lachie.

Oh, God. How's he taking it?

You never said you guys were sleeping together.

Oh, my God.

Mum, would you like daily briefings?

Am I...sorry, am I supposed to update you

on every single private moment of my entire life?

I don't know. You used to.

(LAUGHS) Get a life.

(SLOW, WISTFUL MUSIC)

(TRAIN RUMBLES NEARBY)

Oh, yes. (SINGSONGS) Mmm, mmm, mmm.

(KISSES) It's definitely dinnertime for Dom.

Hi. Is Olympia home?

It's not a great time, mate.

Right, yeah. Um...

Maybe could you... give this to her for me, please?

-Yes. -(SIZZLING)

Shit. Stay there.

-I can take her if you want. -No, no. It's fine.

I've got this under control. You stay there, my darling.

I've got two little brothers. I know...

Shit. Shit. Shit.

(CRIES)

Shit.

Ah, fuck.

(SINGS LULLABY IN SPANISH)

(GIGGLES)

-(BABBLES) -Oh, how'd you do that?

My mum used to sing that to me when I was younger.

Sweet.

You know, she was born on my mum's birthday.

-Oh, right. -Mmm.

Well, uh, I've got it from here. Thank you.

Yeah.

-I'm sorry. -That's fine.

Oh.

Thank you.

-You alright? -(GRIZZLES)

Are you alright? Did you get a scare?

Yeah?

-(BABBLES) -Oh, he's got a nice voice.

Was that Lachie? I heard you talking to someone.

No. No, some kid from school looking for Oly.

A kid? What? From... Who?

I don't know. He left that.

MAN IN VIDEO: Holy shit. I still can't believe it.

Uh! From dux to teen mum, Ol.

I could do... I could do anything now.

I could...like, I could get arrested for drugs again or...

-What?! -Just as an example.

I mean, I could not top this if I tried.

No. Um, no, seriously, how did you not know?

ANGIE: OK, thank you, Bowie.

How are your parents coping, Lachie?

ANGIE: Mmm.

LACHIE: It'll be better when it's adopted.

You're still set on that?

LACHIE: Yeah. Of course.

So, how long will the baby stay?

Three more weeks. And then she goes to the parents.

It's called an open adoption, so I can still see her.

BOWIE: I mean, shit,

you two are literally the last couple

I ever thought would have a baby.

No kidding.

(PERCUSSIVE MUSICAL INTRO)

(LUCAS SANTTANA SINGS 'CIRA, REGINA E NANA')

Hey, Santi, I was thinking of getting Rob and Andy

to coach your team instead of...

Why?

Just thought maybe you'd enjoy it more.

I was thinking of giving netball a go.

(MATIAS SCOFFS)

Santi, I know it was your mother's birthday on Friday.

Got nothing to do with that, Dad.

Santiago, what is it, then?

Do you know how rare it is to have your talent?

If only you'd put the work in.

I'm really not that good, Dad.

Hey, look at me.

Stop wasting your time with this bullshit, Santi.

Hijo, I'll still love you if you don't play football.

Fuck off, Dad.

OK.

Um... 'Bye.

Yeah, 'bye. See ya.

-See ya. -'Bye.

-Take it easy, mate. -Cheers.

-ANGIE: See you soon, Lachie. -Alright, thanks.

-(BABY GRUNTS) -(DOOR CLOSES)

Oly...

..is Lachie her father?

DOM: Oh, my God.

That kid from today...

What kid?

Is this...is this the boy?

DOM: Darling?

Yes, it's Santiago, OK?

Santiago...

OLY: I don't see how this is relevant.

Hernandez?

DOM: Jesus Christ. Does Lachie know?

Guys, this is not the point.

ANGIE AND DOM: What's not the point?

I am keeping her.

It's best for her long-term wellbeing outcomes.

All the research says.

That's great news, darling.

Wait, wait, wait. Can we just slow down a moment?

Are you involved with this boy, Santiago?

No! He doesn't even talk to me.

(BABY GRUNTS)

I'm not telling him.

Mum, I'm not telling him.

Please.

Please, I cannot deal with any more new variables right now.

Please, I'm not telling him.

Can we please just keep this between us?

Sure.

(GURGLES)

(WHISPERS) Hey, let's put you to bed.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(SNIFFS)

(PEROTÁ CHINGÓ SINGS 'RÍE CHINITO')

(SNIFFS)

Bowie needs money again.

Life or death this time?

He said, "Technically no."

When was he arrested for drugs?

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(BLOWS)

('RÍE CHINITO' CONTINUES)