Frayed (2019) s01e01 Episode Script

1 - (BIRDS CHIRPING) - (DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE) Shit, shit.
Shit.
Shit.
(ENGINE STARTS) (SIGHS) - (THUD) - (GLASS TINKLES) (DRIVER GASPS) Piss.
Come on.
(DISTANT SIRENS WAILING) (PANTING) Hello, I need Dr Wil Mr Wilkinson.
He's head of Cardiac.
- Simone.
- Wilko.
Thank God.
How is he? It's our anniversary next month.
Nick always made a big deal about our anniversary.
What happened? Nick suffered a massive heart attack.
Yes, you've told me that.
Wilko, Nick's meant to be in Zurich.
I'd like to know why he's in Fulham and dead, please.
Nick died in Chelsea, in a hotel room.
His blood alcohol was 0.
25.
- Is that a lot? - It's just short of being in a coma.
And that caused the heart attack.
Not exactly.
Er, the toxicology report shows traces of other substances.
- Erm, marijuana - Oh.
cocaine - Oh.
- amyl nitrite, - methamphetamine, petrol - He's been drinking petrol? No, sniffing it.
The hydrocarbons in petrol depress the central nervous system.
It's a bit like being drunk.
- Anything else? - Cough medicine.
- What's in cough medicine? - He had a cough.
So, all of that together - it caused the heart attack.
- Hm, not exactly.
Er, he was asphyxiating during an act of particularly rigorous And there was also an object which was stuck in him.
Er, basically, all these things in concert Well, you can imagine why his heart couldn't take it.
Wait.
Who called the ambulance? He was with a, erm There was a woman with him on the scene.
Simone, he had pubic lice.
- Now, these are very contagious.
- We haven't (STAMMERS) We haven't for a very long time.
Wilko, I need you to write on the paperwork that it was heart failure.
I can't have anyone knowing about this.
You can't tell a soul, not even Eleanor.
- I'll take care of everything.
- Thank you.
- You said an object? - It was his phone.
I'm sorry I'm here.
I just needed to see him one last time.
- I didn't want my last memory of him to be - Ah, no.
Don't.
(SIGHS) - So, what's your name? - Bunny.
- Real name.
- Bambi.
I'm sorry.
He was such a good man.
- Nick? - I did try and save him.
I rang for an ambulance, but the operator just kept asking me all these questions.
And Nick was trying to say something, and I was trying to listen to him and answer the operator, and I got the name of the street mixed up.
I expect that was the petrol talking.
So I just hang up and I ran over to Nick and I asked "What are you trying to say, baby?" And his face was like, "What the hell's that all about?" What are these small decisions that amount to a life? I would have rang the ambulance sooner, - but I couldn't get the phone out - Oh, God.
Don't.
(SIGHS) What was he like with you? (CHUCKLES) He was a dirty little fucker.
- He used to get a section of hose - No, his personality.
I mean, what was he like when he was with you? Oh, no.
We didn't really talk much.
I think he was quite lonely.
- I'd better get back to work.
- Yes.
Well, those phones aren't going to shove themselves up people's arses, are they? Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.
- Mrs Burbeck, thank goodness.
We thought you'd forgotten.
Assembly? - (HEADMASTER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY) - What? Er, no, no.
I have to speak to both of my children.
Immediately.
HEADMASTER: Our third- and fourth-year teams returned with the Dover medal and Bradfield trophy.
- Leonard.
Leonard.
- Well done.
Leonard? - And now, Mrs Burbeck - Psst, Leonard.
- President of the Parents and Friends Association.
- Psst! Leonard! (CLEARS THROAT) So, as President of the Parents and Friends Association, I'd like to thank, er, everyone who helped at the Christmas fair.
We we, of course, can commence the, er the re-roofing of the, er, the equestrian I need to speak to my children.
I'm sorry.
I want you both to know that nothing is going to change.
But Dad's dead.
Well, yeah.
That has changed.
But our lives will continue just the way they were.
- You'll keep going to this school - I hate school.
I know.
It'll change when you make some friends.
Yes, Tess, that will change when another human can actually stand being around you.
- Shut up, Leonard.
- It's Lenny.
I thought Dad was in Zurich until tomorrow.
- He came back early.
Leonard - It's Lenny.
- it's OK to cry.
- What? You're not crying.
(SCOFFS) I am being strong for you two.
All right? I was a wreck at the hospital.
(SNIFFLES) Look what you've done.
You really set me off again.
That's not how people cry.
Their shoulders shake and their eyes make tears.
- What? You hated Dad.
- No, she didn't.
You loved Dad, didn't you? Your father was a great man.
And we made you two.
You two are the greatest thing in my life.
- See, she did love him.
- She didn't say that, you idiot.
Why are you always so horrible, Leonard? - It's Lenny! - Leonard, Leonard, Leonard! It's Lenny, you fat moron! Agh! Agh! - WOMAN: Simone.
- Shit.
- Eleanor, Julius.
Leonard, Tess.
- BOTH: Hello, Mrs Wilkinson.
Oh, God.
I spoke to Wilko.
He rang me from the hospital.
I'm so sorry.
What a horrific shock.
Yes.
I, er, I think we're just going to need a bit of time alone to just absorb everything.
Of course.
You must be devastated.
- Simply devastated.
- Yeah.
(SNIFFLES) I guess we should be going now.
I'll phone you.
Why is Julius looking at you like that and smirking? I I think maybe that's just his smile.
No-one smiles like that.
The fuck is his problem? - You've been in my room again, Tess! - No, I haven't! (INDISTINCT ARGUING) (BIRDS CHIRPING) - MAN: It was a beautiful funeral.
- Thank you.
Were the Thompson Twins expensive? No, they charge a very reasonable corporate rate.
(INHALES) Well, Nick's estate is (EXHALES) It's quite complicated.
I'm not quite sure how to put this.
Erm, it appears insolvent.
- What's "insolvent"? - There's nothing left.
- What's "nothing left"? - Money.
There's no money left.
Your husband's debts are astonishing.
If he were still alive, this level of corporate fraud, he'd be jailed for life.
OK.
(CHUCKLES) So, there are some debts.
Sell, er sell the chalets and the house in Florence.
- That won't be enough.
- All right.
Well, sell the yacht.
The bigger one.
All right, all of them.
And the Aston Martins.
What about the shares? (CHUCKLES) - The shares are worth a fortune.
- That still won't be enough.
(STAMMERS) Sell everything in the house.
Rufus, that's all I've got.
- Well, no, it isn't.
- No.
Not the house, for fuck's sake.
- You sounded really Australian just then.
- (SIGHS) There has to be some sort of mistake.
- We can't have spent all of it.
- It all adds up.
The chalets, the Aston Martins, the Thompson Twins.
They charge a very reasonable corporate rate.
(SIGHS) Look, you can sell everything.
- But I'm not selling that house.
- That is not your decision to make.
I don't have a job, all right? My children and I have nowhere to go.
(SMACKS LIPS) Surely we can figure out something.
This isn't coming from me.
This is the Inland Revenue and the banks.
And you know we can't do that any more.
I'm married now.
- Well, if you're married - Look, what about your family? - Don't they have a large farm in Australia? - No.
I am not going back there.
I've worked too hard.
This this is where I belong.
I'm not selling that house.
Simone, you have to clear this debt, otherwise all the people screwed over by Nick will get together and organise a class action.
A very public legal battle to get their money, - which you will lose.
- Mm-hm, OK.
Find me a loophole.
(THOMPSON TWINS: HOLD ME NOW) Rufus, why did I just get a phone call from an estate agent telling me they're bringing someone to look at my house when I did not give permission for ? All right, you tell that estate agent that if they bring someone around, I'm going to shit in every room as a greeting.
Yes, I do know there are a lot of rooms.
I'm going to have to produce a lot of shit.
Yeah, I do think I can do it, actually! We'll be back Friday for the cars.
(SIGHS) (BEEPS) WOMAN: (ON RECORDING) Hello.
This is Norma Staircastle, calling again.
Erm, I still have a missing payment for the Thompson Twins' performance at your husband's funeral, and whilst I'm, you know, very sorry for your loss, we do require prompt payment, especially as the Thompson Twins - charge a very reasonable corporate rate.
- (MACHINE BEEPS) (SIGHS) Shit.
(PHONE RINGING) Hello.
Oh, Mr Fletcher, hello.
Look, if this is about the kids' fees, I, er, I just need a bit more time.
I'll be right there.
Are you going to tell me why you fought with Julius? - Leonard.
- It's Lenny! It's Lenny! How many times do I have to ask you? - Did Dad like me? - What? - Yes, of course he did.
- I didn't see him a lot, and I I didn't know him, and Julius was saying - all this stuff about how Dad died.
- What did he say? - What did Julius say? - He was telling everyone that that Dad didn't have a heart attack at the airport.
- (TESS CRYING) - Tess, what is it? What's wrong? Jessica made this out of clay.
She was saying that Dad didn't have a heart attack at the airport.
Stay in the car.
(WHISTLES) Oh, Simone.
(PLANE TAKING OFF) You said we were going to stay in Sydney.
Well, Newcastle is sort of like, er, the northern suburb of Sydney.
- But that was a three-hour bus ride.
- Everything is larger in Australia.
- Is that her car? - Er, no.
- What if she doesn't come? - She'll be here.
(HORN HONKING) Oh, fuck.
- (ENGINE STOPS) - (CAR DOOR OPENS) Hello, Mum.
- Hello, Tess.
- Hello - Grandma? - You can call me Jean.
It's up to you.
Whatever you like.
Hi, Leonard.
- It's Lenny.
- Right-o.
Lenny, hop in.
Is this all your luggage? Er, no.
It's It's the kids'.
They they lost all my luggage.
It doesn't happen when you travel business.
(EXHALES) (SIGHS) (GRUNTS) Seat belt.
Are we in Sydney? - No, love.
- Well, I mean, it sort of is.
No, it's not "sort of.
" Drop the accent, Samantha.
It's called Newcastle, and that's because it's not in Sydney.
(SCOFFS) Well, if you want to split hairs.
- (TYRES SCREECH) - (ENGINE STOPS) If you are going to stay with me, Samantha, you will say it.
I will not put up with your lying.
Say it.
Newcastle is not Sydney.
It's not Sydney.
- I'm not from Sydney.
- Why did you call her Samantha? Because that's her real name.
(ENGINE STARTS) (INDISTINCT YELLING) - Which house is it? - That one down the hill.
- That's the large farm you grew up on? - Farm? The only livestock we've got is possum whose shit's all over the place.
(SIGHS) It looks exactly the same.
- Did I see a motorbike down there? - Yeah, that's your Uncle Jim's.
I have an Uncle Jim? Yes.
- Is he home? - He'll be down at the pub.
Chip off the old block.
Don't you bloody start.
You have no right.
No right at all.
Oh, look.
- Mum, I wouldn't.
- Shh.
(GRUNTS) Oh, Christ.
(PANTING) Oh, God.
Jesus, Tess, wake up! (GRUNTS) This will be that grand spiral staircase you talked about? What? Who's that? My dad.
Your grandfather.
I've put the kids in Jim's old room.
Who's Jim? - We're sharing? - For the time being, yes.
What? This is tiny.
We can't share this space.
What's this? The en suite? - Have we lost our house? - No.
No.
We're just being forced to vacate.
(SOFTLY) Look, we are not staying here, all right? I just need time to figure out what we do next.
- How long? - I don't know.
It's probably best we don't tell Jean what happened in London.
- Do you ever tell the truth? - Look, I've told some lies, - but I had my reasons.
- What were your reasons, Mum? So far, you've lied about your name, where you grew up, my clearly-not-demented grandmother, the staircase, Jim - Who's Jim? - Oh, yes, you were asleep, Tess.
We have an Uncle Jim, apparently.
He lives here, too.
Everything with you has been fake.
Even your accent's fake.
Hey (STAMMERS) Look, I cannot deal with this right now, all right? This situation is extremely complicated.
OK, "Samantha".
Is that your name today? (MIMICKING) OK, Lenny.
Is that your name today? - Look at her big boobs.
- Oh, my God.
Jim should have cleared those out.
Look, the two of you just get ready for bed.
I'm going to write a letter to one of my friends.
- You don't have any friends.
- Yes, I do.
Name one.
Doris.
Hello.
So, where's all my stuff? Well, I thought I was never gonna see you again.
All we got for the last 20 years were Christmas cards from Switzerland and Colorado.
(CHUCKLES) So, what is going on? I told you.
There's complications with Nick's estate.
How long are you gonna be here for? Until the estate gets sorted.
Maybe a few months.
You can't keep the kids out of school for months.
I know.
I thought of that.
That's why I thought they could attend school here for a little while.
You know, like a cultural exchange.
So, tell me more about these complications with Nick's estate.
Don't lie.
OK.
I have a temporary crisis of liquidity.
- You're broke? - I'm not broke, exactly.
So, how are you gonna pay for their food, clothing, school uniforms? - I'll get a job.
- You'll get a job? Doing what? I've always fancied something in interior design.
- (SCOFFS) - I'll find something, all right? Listen, I'm gonna be perfectly clear.
- You stay in my house, you will contribute.
- OK.
- I'll get a job tomorrow.
- Good.
- Seriously, tomorrow.
- I'm going out.
Off to the pub? No.
To church.
- I've been sober for 12 years.
- (SCOFFS) I have slipped up along the way but I have found forgiveness.
I think it's super God's forgiven you.
Sammy, if you were gonna forgive me, you would have by now.
And I will go along with this crock of shit about Nick's estate because those kids need a home.
But when you're ready to tell me the truth, I'm listening.
Do you think it's true? What they said about Dad at school? I don't know.
Probably.
- Mum said - Mum's a liar.
Haven't you figured that out yet? That's all Mum and Dad ever did.
Do you miss him? I I wish I missed him.
- I miss him.
- Yeah.
Well, he liked you.
First chance I get, I'm out of here.
- Where will you go? - Home, you idiot.
- But the house is gone.
- Then I'll stay with friends.
- Which friends? - I'll figure it out when I get home.
- But we don't have a home.
- I said I'd stay with someone.
- Who? - (SNIFFS) Doris Day.
I'll stay at Doris Day's house.
Ask her if that's OK when you write her a letter.
(SIGHS) (DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES) (MAN GRUNTS) Ugh! I mean, there are toilets literally just there.
The toilets are filthy.
- (GRUNTING CONTINUES) - Ugh.
(LENNY SNORING) - Oh, my gosh! - (EXCLAIMS) Close the curtains! (MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO) - (TOILET FLUSHES) - (MAN COUGHS) Oh.
(GROANS) (BURPS, EXHALES) Leonard and Tess? I'm Jim.
Yep.
And this is, er Starts with an R.
Rubella.
That's a fucking disease.
Kids, have you had your breakfast? Jim, give them some of your Choco Bombs.
But they're my Choc Ugh, fine.
Morning.
Sorry I slept in.
Jetlag.
Hello, Jim.
Choco Bombs.
That's quite a treat.
Yeah.
My Choco Bombs.
You've been here 12 hours and I'm paying for your kids' breakfast.
OK, Jim.
Kids, no Choco Bombs.
No, no.
They can have the Choco Bombs today, because you have failed to put food on the table.
Well, they don't like Choco Bombs.
Of course they like Choco Bombs.
Everyone likes Choco Bombs.
Well, we don't eat Choco Bombs in our house.
Because their mum's a stuck-up bitch who swans around like Krystle-fucking-Carrington, - and thinks she's too good for Choco Bombs? - No, it's because everybody knows if you eat Choco Bombs, you get fat.
I'm not fat! You take that back with immediate effect.
Or what? You'll sit on me? - Mum! - Could you two stop? Sit! - She - Don't you dare.
You will not take this out on the kids, not in my house.
OK, I need to borrow your car.
Tess, Lenny, we'll be getting your school uniforms today.
- BOTH: What? - How long are we going to be here? Yeah, how long are you gonna be here, Sammy? Whoa, looks like they're here to stay.
- I'm not going to school.
- Yes, you are.
When we get back to London, you're going to sit your GCSEs this summer.
- I don't want to go to a new school.
- It'll be fun.
- You can't make me go.
- Yes, I can.
And whilst you're out shopping for uniforms with Grand Jean, I'm going to go and get a job.
- (CHUCKLES) You're gonna get a job? - Yeah.
Oh, really, Alexis Colby? And what are you gonna get a job doing? - I can do plenty of things.
- Like what, Sammy Jo Carrington? - Going to call me any other characters from Dynasty? - Steven Carrington? - Anyone else? - Dominique Deveraux? - Who's that? - The successful and wealthy chanteuse.
- I like her.
- I'm sorry, who are you? - Ray - Don't you fucking say "Rabies".
In any case, I'm sure I can find something that's compatible with my skill set.
- (CHUCKLES) Like what? The - CEO of Carrington Oil.
Yes, Jim.
Look, if any of you guys are going into town Yeah, if you're going into town, can you give Raquel a lift? - It's Bev.
- Bev? What a beautiful name.
- LENNY: Why are you dressed like that? - These are my old clothes.
Till my luggage arrives, I don't have any other choice.
- They kind of stink.
- Yeah, you do smell a bit musty.
Ugh.
Yeah, they've been in the basement.
- BEV: Hey, baby.
- (GRUNTING) Oh, yeah.
Mm, fuck.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) Jim.
James! Come on.
- Where am I taking you? - Courthouse, please.
- Oh, do you work there? - I'm the fucking judge.
(LAUGHS) Oh, hello.
Erm, I was reading about the job that you've advertised.
Yes.
Erm, how much does that pay? (SIGHS) No.
That's great.
And what sort of background would you be wanting for a consultant radiologist? Right.
So, that's that's an actual radiologist.
Hm? No, I thought it might be someone who consults the radiologist.
No, I don't know what I'm talking about either.
OK.
Well, thank you.
OK, bye.
(EXHALES) (A-HA: TAKE ON ME) - Is this all of it? - Yeah.
Er, that looks great.
Ah, here come the Harrises.
- Hi, Jean.
- Hi, Deanne.
This must be Leonard and Tess.
Look at your gorgeous English complexions.
It's like they've never seen a day of sunlight.
I I've totally seen sunlight.
I'm Deanne, and this is Abby.
Oh, we're just picking up some school uniforms for next week.
I can't believe the holidays are almost finished.
- Where does the time go? - MAN: There you are.
Hiding out in footwear.
Hey, Jean.
Hi, Terry.
Terry, these are Jean's grandkids from England.
Ah.
Well, welcome to Australia.
Hot enough for you? - Erm, yes.
- Tess, what year are you in, love? - TESS: I'm in the third year.
- What? Erm, you're in year nine.
DEANNE: Same as Abby.
Abby, you could show Tess around.
- I'm not showing her around.
- Abby? You make me repeat a year, - now you want me to babysit? - We did't make you repeat, - you did this to yourself.
- (SIGHS) - I'll go wait in the car.
- We have to go.
It's been lovely meeting you both.
See you around the neighbourhood.
I'll return those shears soon.
- That's my neighbour? - Yes, that's your neighbour.
(CLEARS THROAT) Perhaps I could return those shears.
(SHIP HORN HONKS) Seriously? You got the job? - I got here first.
- Ugh.
Why is every job in this town taken? 'Cos there's no work, so there's competition.
Plus I make a pretty good Schnitzel sandwich.
Please, anyone can make a Schnitzel sandwich.
- Hey, are you Samantha? - Yes.
You used to babysit me.
I'm Dean Farrell.
- Our mums played tennis together? - Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I I remember you.
- You used to really like lighting fires.
- Yeah.
- Hey, I know where there might be a job available.
- Yeah? My cousin Shauna, she OD'd last week.
- Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry.
- It's all good.
She couldn't really handle her heroin.
She had a job at the MP's office.
Hm.
Well, thank you.
But why didn't you go for her job? Oh, I'm not allowed within 50m of government buildings.
Mm! JIM: Best of all I love You gimme head You gimme head, you gimme head You gimme head, you gimme head, you gimme head Er, Tess, go ahead and help me make lunch, yeah? Jim, back off the songs about fellatio.
- What's under the sheet? - A '63 Bentley, S3.
- Cool.
Can we take it for a spin? - No.
Fucking thing hasn't started since before Dad died.
- Mum told me about the crash.
- What crash? - The plane crash? - (SCOFFS) - There was no plane crash, was there? - No.
- Dad drowned, just out there.
- What? Over there? Yep.
Went swimming when he was shit-faced.
Cool guitar.
You play? (GUITAR TUNING) The day after Dad went missing, your mum skipped town.
I didn't get to say goodbye to either of them.
Your mum's got no right just showing up here after all these years.
No fucking right at all.
- (CONTINUES PLAYING) - Oi, give me that back.
You're not very good.
Can I get you anything else while you wait? Oh, no.
Thank you.
- Lamington? - I'm I'm fine.
- Shortbread? - Er, no.
I'm OK.
- Pea? - Might be a bit weird having a pea with coffee.
What's up with your accent? It's all over the place.
I lived in London for over 20 years.
- I'm from Manchester.
- Oh, nice.
It's a stinking piss-hole.
One day, I realised just 'cos I was born there didn't mean I had to stay.
So I ran away to the other side of the world.
- I did exactly the same thing.
- Gypsy finger? - OK.
- Take two.
Oh, thanks.
Your outfit is fucking brilliant, by the way.
Hilarious, dressing like that for a job interview.
- No.
My luggage got lost.
- Oh, and your clothes smell so bad, too.
Fuck! I hope you get the job.
You're funny.
Funnier than Shauna.
Who knew she was riding a dragon on her lunch break? Look, I'll be there at 7:30.
Yep, I'll see you then.
Right-o.
Done.
- Samantha? - (CHUCKLES) Christos? - BOTH: Chris.
- (LAUGHS) - Wow.
What a surprise.
- Oh, God.
- Good to see you.
- It's lovely to see you, too.
(MIMICS BRITISH ACCENT) "Lovely to see you, too.
" What the ? The accent.
I was told that Samantha Burbeck was waiting to see me.
I didn't know it was you, Sammy Cooper.
Yes.
Well, I didn't realise this interview was with you.
You've, er, you've also changed your name.
Yeah, well, Christos Georgiatus kept losing elections.
Chris George? Won by a landslide.
(CHUCKLES) So, I heard you were never coming back.
You were living in London, married to an English guy.
- A real high-flyer.
- Yeah.
- Oh, he's dead.
- Oh, sorry.
So, you back here for good or what? Well, just until the estate is settled.
You know, we had all sorts of complications.
I'm confused.
You're loaded, and this job pays loose change to someone like you.
Yes, well, I mean, it's not just about the money.
Since Nick died, I've really needed to get out of myself and have responsibilities.
Be part of a vibrant, bustling office.
(RECEPTIONIST COUGHING) Oh, fucking peas.
(COUGHS) Right.
Tell me your qualifications.
Well, I was head of at my son and daughter's school.
- I've got two boys.
- Oh, lovely.
- Now I've had a vasectomy.
- Oh.
Er, what else? Oh, I project-manage building works.
Often, builders source the wrong materials, and I had an incident recently.
I'd ordered marble for the bathroom, - and the electrician promised - Wait, wait, wait.
So you project-manage home renovations on your own home.
Yes, I have a real eye for interior decor.
- Can you type? - Yes.
- Quickly and accurately? - No.
(SIGHS) You know when was the last time I saw you? A party at Ruth Milligan's house.
(CHUCKLES) Oh, yes, I remember her.
Er, fat girl, had thrush all the time.
- We're married.
- Oh.
(INHALES) Is that her? She's, er, she's really turned it around.
- No, that's my sister.
- What? You know, I spent most of that party trying to talk to you.
Yeah.
You and Dan Atkins had a fight, he stormed out, and I brought you a drink, and I tried to talk to you.
- I don't remember that.
- I do.
You see, girls like you didn't talk to guys like me.
You thought you were so much better than everyone else.
(STAMMERS) - I'm just kidding with you, Sammy.
- Oh! (CHUCKLES) That was priceless.
You should have seen your face.
- You were - Yeah, that was awful.
I thought you were serious.
Anyway, here we are.
- I'm a Member of Parliament - Yeah.
and you're sitting in front of me in fancy dress, with no discernible qualifications, asking me for a job.
Isn't life funny? - It's hilarious.
- (CHUCKLES) Can you make coffee? - Yes.
- Black, three sugars.
Oh, er Hello.
Can you show me where I can make coffee? - Oh, I can get it.
- No, I think I'm meant to.
Now, now, ladies.
You both get your chance.
One at a time.
He likes to do this.
He hires two people to do the same job, so they fight with each other and compete to impress him.
It's a technique Hitler used.
There is no work in this town.
Now I want you to go back in there and get the damn job.
Now, have a pea.
Take two.
- Nice, aren't they? - Yeah.
- Oh, Jesus Christ.
- Oh, God.
I'm so sorry.
Just leave it.
Sit.
Look, it's the end of the day.
Let me give you a lift home.
- That's very kind of you, but - No, come on.
We can talk about work on the way.
- Where are you staying? - I think I'd actually prefer to walk.
It's 35 degrees.
Where are you staying? - I'm staying at Mum's.
- Oh.
It's not exactly what I'm used to, but I felt the children would benefit from being around family - at this difficult time.
- Yeah, right.
Makes total sense.
Hey, I want these letters dropped off before last post.
Oi! Letters, last post.
- And lock up on the way out.
- Sure will.
Jump in.
- You like sports cars? - Er, my husband did.
- Yeah? What did he drive? - Aston Martins.
He collected them.
Yeah, well This has an exhaust note to die for.
- Oh, you've got a car phone.
- Yep.
So if you ever wanna call anyone don't.
It's really expensive.
I need to do a quick detour.
Gotta pick up my boy Wade from rugby.
- He goes to our old school.
- (CHUCKLES) I'm going to be sending mine there, too.
- Sounds like you're here for a while.
- It's hard to say.
- There's been so many - Complications.
Yeah.
It's not all bad.
There are worse places.
You'd be surprised by how many familiar faces you'll see.
(ENGINE REVVING) - (BOYS SHOUT) - COACH: Nice work.
(CAR RADIO PLAYING) Wow.
This place really hasn't changed.
There's not much funding coming our way since all the mines closed down.
But I'm going to change all that.
You see, I've got big plans for this town, Sammy.
And I'm gonna need good people around me to do it.
People like you.
You're hired.
Oh, wow.
Er (CHUCKLES) Thank you.
COACH: Wade, oi.
Hold up, son.
You need a good attitude adjustment, all right? - Oh, you didn't know? - Yeah, Dan's a PE teacher now.
That whole professional surfer thing didn't pan out too well for him.
- Wade, get in the back seat, mate.
- Oh, for fuck's sake.
I think perhaps we should start the car and just get What, you don't wanna say hi? Oh, come on.
- Start the car, would you? - Hey, Dan, look who I found.
Wait, what are you doing here? Sammy works for me.
WADE: Can we go? I'm fucking starving.
Yeah, sure thing, mate.
Later, Dan.
- (ENGINE STARTS) - Er - (HORN HONKS) - You Hey, buddy, what was Mr Atkins telling you about back there? - Nothing.
He's a fucking deadshit.
- Kids.
Hey, Wade, you know Mr Atkins used to be the coolest kid in school? - I don't give a fuck.
- He was.
Wasn't he, Sammy? Back then? Yeah.
Yes, he was.
(CAR APPROACHES) - Good God.
Is that Jim? - Yeah.
That is tragic.
- Is that your boy? - Oh, yes.
- That's Leonard.
- You boys will be going to the same school.
- Looks like a little faggot.
- Hey! You don't say "faggot".
You say he looks gay.
Sorry.
Well, er, thank you so much for the lift and thanks for the job.
- My pleasure.
I'm looking forward to working with you.
- Right.
- Wade, say goodbye.
- Fuck off.
He's shy.
- Hey, Sammy.
- Yeah.
Office opens up at 9:00, I expect you there by 8:15, and, erm, don't dress like that.
You look ridiculous.
You working for Christos Georgiatus? - Yeah.
- (CHUCKLES) Suck shit! - You got a job? - Yeah.
I'll pay you back for the uniforms as soon as I can.
- You can't make me go to school here.
- Me neither.
Yes, I can! Hey, Jim.
Can I have a beer? Here you go.
(EXCLAIMS) I'll go make us dinner.
(GRUNTS) Mum! If you do that again, I'll throw a kick at your face.
(GRUNTS) I don't belong in a tan mini-skirt.
You ruined my life.
I was gonna be something, Sammy.
- I hate this fucking shithole.
- Hey! (ALL GASPING) - You've caught the sun a little bit.
- Right? Got me a tan.
That was amazing.
You know your wanker shit.
- I'll see myself out.
- Sammy.
- That's the toilet.
- Suck shit.