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(SOARING OPERATIC MUSIC)

(CHILDREN YELL EXCITEDLY)

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Good luck. Thanks.

Hi.

Evelyn, you're here.

Oh, where's Jon?

He kills me with his commentary.

Does he? (FAKE LAUGHS)

Oh, well, we've split, so... it's just me and Mum.

What's going on with Addy's chest?

I think it's time for a bra.

Says the woman who didn't wear one till the '90s.

Late '90s.

I'm suffering for it, too.

Should have known better.

See, all the other girls, they're wearing bras, except...

Oh, number 21.

Shh! Oh, boy!

I mean, just focus on the game.

I mean, just focus on the game.

And don't go posting about it, Gin and Tonic.

(CHILDREN CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)

Go, Addy!

(ADDY ROARS WITH FRUSTRATION)

How... how is she coping, Addy, with the split?

Here comes Alice.

Powering down the sideline like a thoroughbred horse.

(CHEERING) Yes! Go, Alice!

That's Harriet, not Alice.

Oh! (LAUGHS) Oh, I can't see.

I haven't got my glasses on.

(SIREN BLARES)

(APPLAUSE)

Well done, sweetie.

You're great out there.

No, I'm not. I'm playing like shit.

OK. (LAUGHS UNCOMFORTABLY)

Where are the oranges?

Oh, the oranges! Yes!

They're not cut up?

Uh, well, I think I've got a knife in here somewhere.

Never mind, you just do this.

Crack 'em open.

Oh, my God, Mum.

No, Mum... Take one of those.

Here you go, Gracie. Like one?

Here you go, Gracie. Like one?

No, you don't...

Mum. Mum!

(SIREN BLARES)

(GRANDIOSE OPERATIC MUSIC)

(DISTORTED YELLING)

Argh!

WOMAN: Oi, ref! That's a penalty!

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

(OPERATIC MUSIC ENDS)

Alright, morning meeting.

Where's Christine?

She's not here yet. Where the f...

Oh, Storm's back. I know.

The daycare won't take him cos he's literally a snot factory,

and it's not like I can leave him in the car, is it?

Well, not for more than an hour, no.

Oh, good morning, Opal. How are you?

Hungover and single. Good.

Hi, Jeet. Morning.

Oh, Jeet, don't tell me that's a package from Spot Cosmetics.

You've got to check the mail daily.

I didn't know that was my job.

Well, it's not... it's not mine.

Pen, there's a slow cooker here for you.

Another one?

I wrote an obituary when my last one died

and now I'm an unlikely ambassador.

Oh, what happened to you?

It's 8:40. Yeah, it's not Europe.

It's 8:40. Yeah, it's not Europe.

Sorry, I had some trouble

getting Boris into daycare this morning.

Well, I had something to talk to you about

and now I can't remember what it is.

Oh, wait...

No, it's gone.

You mean doggy daycare, don't you?

STORM: Hi, doggy.

Talk to me. What have we got today?

What to wear to a job interview.

Why would you want to write about that?

Or I could just write around

the Brad Pitt story that's doing the rounds.

(SCOFFS)

OK, Jeet, what have you got?

Microplastics.

Kill me.

STORM: Mummy.

Thank God I've got an inbox

filled with submissions from hungry young writers.

Penny, what have you got?

Seven reasons why mothers make better employees.

No.

11 reasons. No!

STORM: Doggy didn't come.

The click-throughs are great, traffic is growing,

but they're rinsed,

and now Penny wants to go part-time on full pay.

Jesus! What did you say?

Oh, I distracted her with a promotion.

She's now the Parenting and Lifestyle Editor.

Good, good.

We need more stories.

We can't afford new writers.

Yeah, I've been thinking. Interns.

So, we've got Lola Lyons.

So, we've got Lola Lyons.

She's a sex worker turned writer.

Very eager to share.

Hey. I've got news.

You know the Sweats campaign at Stature Magazine?

No. Am I meant to?

Well, my mate Stevo works there,

and he told me they've had a massive falling out

over the extra-durable sports bra line.

Apparently, the editor accidentally

cc'd the sales rep of Sweats in this chain,

where they were all making fun of his man boobs.

The client has now said, "Their values don't align with ours,"

and they've pulled the quarter of a million dollar deal.

Quarter of a million? Australian?

We can pitch Monday morning, if we want to.

These two and the sex worker.

Is the lift fixed yet?

Uh, no, it's still broken.

Oh, that's alright. I like the stairwell.

Incidental exercise is good for the cardiovascular system.

(OVERLAPPING VOICES)

JEET: age of 16.

CHRISTINE: Penny, no, this is not a maternity bra campaign.

OPAL: Interview series?

CHRISTINE: What's on celebs?

PENNY: Browse maternity brands.

Powerful. Staying power.

Hey, Pen?

What comes to mind

when you think of the term 'bosom buddies'?

Mastitis.

Sexy nights. (PHONE RINGS)

Netball.

JEET: You've got a phone call.

Oh.

It's Susan.

Catherine's mum.

Who's Catherine?

The intern that you just hired.

Hi, it's Evelyn Jones.

Hey, Evelyn, this is Susan, Catherine's mum.

Catherine's so excited to start interning for you.

OK.

Funny Catherine didn't call herself,

but we're excited too. (ALARM CHIMES)

Just wondering, is there anything she needs to do to prepare?

Oh, I'm sorry, Susan, I've got to jump into a meeting.

Oh! We'll look forward to seeing Catherine tomorrow.

Bye-bye. Alright, bye.

Hi, Mum. I'm at work.

Is it important?

I was talking to Barbara. Who?

Book club Barbara.

Her daughter's a child psychologist.

Very impressive.

(CHUCKLES) Gorgeous looking.

Oh, yep, yep, and?

Mmm. I can get Addy in this week.

What? What do you mean?

You said she had some trouble at school.

You said she had some trouble at school.

No, I didn't.

Oh, it must have been Jon.

Either way, might be good for her anger issues.

Mum, she doesn't need a psychologist. Anything else?

Bring the kids over tonight.

Home-cooked meal. Might be good.

And how many home-cooked meals did I have as a kid?

Mm, are they still getting enough vegetables?

I worry about Addy.

She's hardly malnourished, Mum.

Anyway, I'm home cooking tonight for Jon and the kids.

You are? Yep.

Can I come?

Guess so. Good.

What can I bring? Nothing. Bye, Mum.

Pen. Yep?

Can I take that?

Oh. Yeah, I've got 11 at home.

Uh, and also just any kitcheny things, like plates and cutlery?

I haven't had time to do a shop.

Yeah.

But what if I don't see it through a child's lens?

ROBERT: A mother wound.

She's my mother but I just...

Sometimes I want to strangle her.

That's a perfectly normal response.

Or self-harm.

We probably... That was a joke.

We probably shouldn't joke about self-harming.

Of course. I know.

Have you honestly thought about...

Robert, I just...

I've got quite a lot to do and I should probably get going.

I'd like you to come into the practice.

I feel like we'd connect better face to face.

Uh, yeah, yeah, I'll try.

Thanks, Robert.

OK. Bye, Evel...

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Oh, fuck.

Shit, shit, shit.

Hi. Hey.

Ah, hey! For you.

Oh, thank you.

Hi, Mum. Hi.

Do you know where my goggles are?

Don't know. Have a look in your room.

Hi, darling. Hi.

Well, what do you think?

It's nice, isn't it?

Yeah.

Alex, do you want to show Addy around?

Come and see your room.

Hey, is that the cushion we got in Morocco?

Do you want it?

Well... Really?

I did haggle for it pretty hard.

OK, you can have it. Oh.

Darling, what do you think?

Um, who's this?

The German Chancellor.

Oh. (PHONE RINGS)

Is your TV connected?

Yeah. I think. No Wife Swap, please.

Yeah. I think. No Wife Swap, please.

I'll get it. That stuff will fry your brain.

Mum, they're not here.

Oh, yeah, look in the bathroom.

Why would they be in the bathroom?

So what's for dinner?

Hunter's stew.

Your favourite. What's that?

You haven't started chopping the vegies.

I just got home, so...

It won't take long

because we've just got this pressure cooker at work.

Yeah, that's a slow cooker, Ev.

It cooks things slowly.

It'll take hours to cook a stew.

I'll put it on high.

Hi, guys. Why don't I just make a pasta?

No, thank you.

I thought you were home cooking.

I am. Be faster if I do it.

Do you have any pasta? No...

I could make a salad to go with the pasta.

No. There's cucumbers there.

Mum! Yes?

Covered in make-up in your bathroom drawer. Oh, sorry.

Where's your pasta? I don't know what you're doing with them.

It'll take me, like, 10 minutes.

OK, please, both of you, out of the kitchen.

Because I said that I was making dinner

and that's what I'm going to do!

What, so you turn it on in the morning?

(LAUGHS) Well, who wants to handle raw meat first thing?

It's gross and unhygienic.

How's mock trial coming along?

Um, to be honest, it's actually really dumb.

I thought it'd be more fun, you know?

Like rape cases, or murders. ALEX: (LAUGHS) Addy!

Oh, I used to love a good rape case.

Do you remember when I was with the DPP for a hot minute?

Why'd you leave, Gin?

Money.

So what's the case about?

The People versus Goldilocks.

That is dumb.

I'm starving, Mum.

How much longer is this going to take?

Little bit longer.

Can't we just order pizza on the way home?

JON: Don't be rude.

You're not staying here tonight?

Well, Addy's not quite ready for sleepovers just yet.

You know, maybe we should go.

It's getting late.

Your mother's cooked a delicious dinner.

Which will be ready in a few days.

(LAUGHTER)

It's fine. It's fine. Go.

(LAUGHS) It's going to take too long.

I will... I'll...

I'll drop some stew around in the morning when I pick you up.

Sorry, guys. I'm so distracted by this stupid pitch.

Sorry, guys. I'm so distracted by this stupid pitch.

Bye, Mum.

Bye-bye, darling. See ya.

Bye, Gin. Bye.

Smells delicious.

When will it be ready?

Two hours.

(BEEPING FROM KITCHEN)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

Boris, drop. That's not Mummy's tampon.

What? Got it. All done.

This is too much.

Penny gets to bring a kid, I get to bring Boris.

Well, mine doesn't eat tampons, last time I checked.

Wouldn't be surprised.

(KNOCKS) Is this Eve?

Lola Lyons?

Or Norma?

I... I'm Norma. Hi.

I'm Evelyn.

This is Christine. Hi.

Just...

OK, I think that's everything.

Yes? Catherine.

Um, you didn't call on me.

Oh, no, that's OK, Catherine. You can just speak.

OK. Uh, what do I do?

Well, I think today just watch.

Get a feel for the place and if the writers need a hand...

Can we pitch stories?

Yeah, I thought we were writing.

Sure.

Well, I'm more than happy to read anything.

And if it's good enough, we'll publish it.

And if it's good enough, we'll publish it.

With full credit. That's the goal.

Hey, Christine, I actually sent you a couple of submissions.

What's the going rate for an article?

Uh, since this is work experience...

You're not going to pay us?

The idea is we're training you in a bunch of skills

that you can only get from being in the workplace.

So, are there any perks?

Yes, there's stew for lunch.

It's in the kitchen.

I don't work for free.

I wish I could, but I really can't.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

Since when do interns not work for free?

I don't mind.

Good girl, Catherine.

OK, let's get to work.

We need everyone on board for this...

(OVERLAPPING VOICES)

PENNY: What about... CHRISTINE: What about...

PAUL: He's got a thyroid problem.

He's super sensitive to that.

Evelyn? Oh, Paul's right.

But I... I do love the idea of a photo essay.

Let's put it up on the board.

(SIGHS) Shit, fuck.

I've gotta go.

Shit, shit, shit. Um, do you have a sec?

I was just wondering if you happened to read the article I sent.

I did. Well, I had a quick squizz.

Just... Can we talk about this in the morning?

CHRISTINE: What do we want? Birds of all shapes and sizes?

Look, your proposition was interesting enough.

But you abandoned it halfway through,

replacing it with meandering observations

that felt derivative of feminist criticism

but lacked heart and lived experience.

(ELEVATOR BELL CHIMES)

I did like your turn of phrase, though.

(SIGHS)

So keep at it.

You'll get there.

Isn't the lift broken?

Yep.

I just had all these at work

because we're pitching on a campaign,

and I just thought you might like to try a bra on.

No, thanks.

What about a sports bra?

You'd be much more comfortable.

Mum, I don't want to.

Oh, go on, Addy.

All your friends are wearing bras.

Except number 21.

Gross, Mum!

Anyway, how are you looking forward to mock trial tomorrow?

Oh, um, I'm... I'm not doing it.

Aren't you the defence lawyer?

Well, yeah, but we're doing

some dumb hot coffee case as precedent.

It's so boring.

Oh, Addy, you've made a commitment.

You...

What if I take you?

Maybe.

Oh, maybe not that one. No need to start at an 11.

(ENERGETIC, PULSING MUSIC)

Pen, how is the 'Is Sleep Overrated?' piece coming along?

Just on the conclusion.

Just on the conclusion.

Ev. Come on, just leave it.

Get an intern to do it.

We can't get them to clean. Can we?

OK, that was my mate from the mag.

They're desperately trying to rekindle things with Sweats.

They took 'em to lunch. Where?

Where, Paul? Tetsuya's.

Fuck.

Can we afford that?

We courier them some stew. It's OK.

They haven't cancelled our pitch,

so we're still in the game.

Well, they might have the cash to splash,

but we've got an audience.

Catherine! Get Sammo on the phone.

Stevo. Whatever.

Call him and bring the pitch forward.

Where's Catherine?

She's not here. What do you mean she's not here?

Her mum called to say she's taking a mental health day.

Yesterday was overwhelming and not as fun as she was hoping.

(LAUGHS) Are you kidding me?

Boris ate a tampon!

The younger generation are soft.

If they don't want to do something,

they just don't have to.

Aren't you the same age?

Immigrant parents.

Big difference.

Well, she's just squandered a writing opportunity.

Pen, whip up something on bras.

No.

I'll do it. Great. Thank you.

Something clicky.

You know, just why women don't wash their bras.

Eugh.

I wash mine.

I wash mine.

Just plenty of them don't. It's very unhygienic.

Hi, Mum. I need a favour.

Mm?

Could you pick Addy up from school

and take her to mock trial?

What, this... this afternoon?

Please?

It's... she can't just not turn up

because something's too hard or not fun.

I mean, did you ever not turn up as a defence lawyer?

You're taking this mock trial thing a bit too seriously,

Evelyn.

I just don't want her to turn out like one of them.

Who, the prosecution?

No, millennials, and whatever comes afterwards.

Can you please just do this for me, Mum?

And bring her to the office afterwards.

Text me the address.

Thank you, Mum.

(PHONE BEEPS)

I managed to move to Friday!

Morning? Afternoon.

(SIGHS)

I've got a bottle of Grange that I'm saving for my 40th.

I could bring that in. We could crack it open.

Oh, are you not 40 yet?

Oh, are you not 40 yet?

I'm 32. I'm far off it.

It's just you present quite mature for your age.

OK, let's get to work.

OK, come on, focus.

Maybe something out of space themed.

You know, zero gravity.

Queen Bee already did that.

And it was terrible.

Nothing that woman does is terrible.

My mum breastfed and became a double D.

The pain! Leakage. Eugh. Leakage.

Saggy.

I'm never having kids.

Stevo said they're the most durable bra on the planet, right?

Like, even fireproof.

Dura-Bra. That's even worse than my milk pitch.

Yeah, that's shit.

I like that idea, but with tits.

Can we not say 'tits', please?

Why can't we show areolas?

Why would we want to do that?

Well, Standards and Practices.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Paul.

Well, I don't make the rules.

Penicillin, the mobile phone,

and a bra that lifts you up.

ADDY: Hi, Mum.

Hey, guys. Hi, Addy.

Oh, hi, sweetie. How was mock trial?

Why are you drinking coke?

Oh, right, mock trial.

Um, we did pop in, didn't we?

But we thought it was all a bit silly

and I thought it was a good idea

we spend some time together.

we spend some time together.

We went shopping instead.

Yeah, bra shopping.

So that... that little girl went without a defence today?

Goldilocks?

Do you feel good about that?

Oh, please, a pretty white girl on trial

barely needs a defence.

Mum, quick word?

What did I do wrong this time?

Apart from the fact

that you just bought my daughter's first bra?

Which was my milestone. (HALF-LAUGHS)

I told you why I wanted her to go today.

I wanted her to learn the importance of follow through

and resilience.

She's going through a lot.

Children with divorced parents are spoiled for a reason.

Oh, I can't do it.

That's hilarious.

What is?

The deep chasm

between your mothering and your grandmothering.

You never had any problem

forcing me to do things against my will.

And don't get me started on sugar.

And don't get me started on sugar.

I had to eat laxative chocolates

because it was the only thing in the house that resembled sugar.

Yeah, and look how healthy you are now

and how smooth your bowels are.

You should be thanking me.

Yeah, I can't do this, sorry.

I've got to get this pitch ready in two days

and all we've got at the moment is cow udders.

I'll drive Addy home.

No, I'll do it.

Evelyn, I am trying to help you.

You can't do everything on your own.

I will return these.

Better yet, I will burn them.

She doesn't like change.

Puberty is hard enough.

I know that, Mum.

I know my own daughter.

Bye, Addy. Bye, Ginny.

(SIGHS)

Oh, Norma, you're still here.

What are you working on?

Well, we posted the bra piece

and how feminism became capitalism's bitch.

Mmm.

And I'm just finishing... this.

"I Friended My Harasser On Facebook And Now We're Mates."

Sure you want to share this?

Sure you want to share this?

Yeah. I mean... it gives me a sense of closure.

There's something kind of empowering

about the ownership of it.

It's funny.

It's excellent.

Now go home.

ADDY: I just didn't feel like it. OK?

Why are you so obsessed anyway?

It's not mock trial that I care about.

It's the quitting.

Life's hard, Addy.

It's a constant slog.

But those who stick at it, those who don't give in easily...

What, work all the time?

I'm just saying.

It's like the tortoise and the hare.

That hare would have won the race

if it hadn't stopped and taken a nap.

That's not the moral of that story.

Yes, it is. It is.

I just want you to stick at things.

It's character building.

And I'm your mum, so you have to do what I say.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

You OK? What's wrong?

No, nothing. I just...

Ginny told me she and her friends

used to burn their bras.

I get it. These things are the worst.

Oh, maybe we can exchange it.

And Ginny didn't burn her bras because they were itchy.

She burned them

because she was making a statement on female oppression.

Hi.

Bye, darling.

You've still got chores, remember?

Yeah, yeah.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(JON SIGHS)

We're doing alright with them, aren't we?

Comparatively, yeah.

Comparatively, yeah.

I mean, did you read about that family in the US

who locked their son in the basement for failing maths?

Oh! That's ridiculous. Mm.

How's Alex going with his maths?

Oh, it doesn't matter. (CRASH!)

ADDY: Fuck! Damn it!

(EVELYN LAUGHS)

We're doing fine with them, Ev.

Night. Goodnight.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(EXHALES)

(RAIN PATTERS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Hi. You've reached the message bank of Paul Bowen-Clark.

Leave your message. (BEEP)

Paul, I've got it.

Burn our bras.

We dare you.

(SIGHS)

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