Friends Like Her (2024) s01e03 Episode Script

- You owe me! You owe me!
- PAT: Hey, hey, hey!
- I'll sort it. I'll sort it.
- She's not having her.
- We'd have never had
a fourth one just for us.
- We made a mistake.
- ROB: We were all there, Nic.
Don't make this about Tessa.
(DOG WHINES)
- How about we make it
about Buster?
- And if you— if you had've seen
the way he looked at me,
you wouldn't have done it either—
- There were bigger things at stake!
- Buster is gone. He's gone, Nic.
Come on.
- You did it yourself? How?
- Well, I shot him.
- So my wife and my brother were
sneaking around behind my back.
- So your kids
could have food on their plate
and a roof over their head—
- What? No, I'm working
as hard as I can.
- So have I. It's not enough.
We're drowning.
- Well, they need us, Rob.
They can't get by without us.
- $2 million,
and I'll buy the motel.
- No, get out of my fucking house!
Get out!
- Think about it.
(BABY GURGLES, FRETS)
(BIRDS WARBLE, TWITTER)
(BRISK FOOTSTEPS)
(FOOTSTEPS CONTINUE)
- (PANTS)
- Jesus, Tess.
Don't disappear on me like that.
We'll find another surrogate, OK?
We'll adopt.
I don't know.
She's not the only baby
in the world, you know?
Stop. You hate running.
(ALERT BEEPS, BUZZES)
Fuck. Search and rescue.
Babe, I've got to go, OK?
Tess?
- (PANTS)
- Jesus, Tess, what more can I do?
(ENGINE ACCELERATES)
(BROODING MUSIC)
(WOMAN VOCALISES)
- You know, they could all go
to good schools, all of them have
good lives like Tessa did.
- You don't think we're giving
our kids good lives?
- $2 million.
- It's not the be-all and end-all.
- What planet are you on?
- What— Planet 'I Never
Wanted Four Kids' (!)
- We're gonna be living on Weet-Bix
the rest of our lives —
she's having bloody oysters mornay
on the beach.
- So what are you telling me?
You would give Tess the baby
for $2 million?
- See, the terrible thing is,
I can't.
I can't. You see that?
- Man.
- Where are you going? Liam. Liam!
(SIGN CRACKLES)
- (GASPS)
(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)
WHISPERS: Oh
(UNEASY, PIZZICATO STRING MUSIC)
(MURMURS, BREATHES RAGGEDLY)
(DOOR SLAMS)
(GATE OPENS, MAN MUTTERS)
- (GROWLS)
(CAR DOOR SLAMS, CAR STARTS)
(UNEASY STRING MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
(CUPS CLINK)
- (KNOCKS TWICE)
Hello.
Well, a hello might be nice, but
- Hi.
- Urgh.
Here.
- So tell me (SIGHS)
where did this all go so wrong?
- Yeah, I've been thinking
the same thing.
- Well, yeah, I know,
obviously, me with Buster,
Rob with the money and Nicole
Like, I know she's been
struggling, but still
- Struggling?
- Well, yeah. Moody, angsty —
I mean, you must have noticed.
Been going on for a while,
but lately, it's like
- (SIGHS) She's been like
a different person.
- Yeah, you're telling me.
- (EXHALES)
- You know, I just hope that
whatever happens, that
you know, she's OK
and that you're OK.
- I'm doing everything I can, Tess.
- Yeah, I know.
But am I?
(SOFT, DISCORDANT MUSIC)
(DISCORDANT MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
- (SIGHS)
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(BROODING MUSIC)
(GLASS SHATTERS)
(FURNITURE CLATTERS)
(CHINA SMASHES)
- (YELLS)
- (YELLS)
- (YELLS)
(TRAIN HORN BLARES)
(RUSHING)
- (CRIES OUT)
(GRUNTS)
- EMMA: Mummy?
- Oh, baby, are you OK?
I'm sorry. What's wrong?
- Joe's been sick.
- JOE: I want Daddy!
- Oh
Is Dad not sleeping in the lounge?
- No, but now I feel sick.
- OK. OK. All right.
Get you a bucket.
(PHONE BUZZES, TESSA LAUGHS)
(SMASH!)
(TESSA SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
(GLASS SMASHES)
(YELLS SAVAGELY)
- (LIAM LAUGHS)
- OK. Em —
(THUD, TESSA LAUGHS)
you're in charge.
- (GROANS)
- DRAWLS: OK.
(BROODING MUSIC)
(KEYS JINGLE, CAR STARTS)
- But I don't feel good.
- I know. I'm sorry. Let's go.
(PROTEINS OF MAGIC'S 'FLESH IT OUT')
- # Hey, Joe,
# what happened to me,
# living with the Devil
on a dead-end street?
# Mad world dropping through
the hole in my hands,
# picking hope from
the bones of a guilty man.
# Love me, love me.
# Love me, love me.
# Love me, love me.
# Love me, love me. #
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
- Whoa, look at that fort.
Thought you said the kids were sick.
- EMMA: Mum, it needs to be darker.
- You're right. That's right.
- Yeah.
- Here. Can you hold Cleo?
(CLEO GRIZZLES)
Thank you.
(FRETS)
(GURGLES)
- Just sit on here, eh?
That'd be good.
You're gonna have to get
used to her at some point,
or are you just gonna
abandon us altogether?
- Jeez, where'd that come from?
- They've been throwing up all
night — you don't even come home?
- I slept at the motel.
- Oh, you like the motel
all of a sudden?
- You all right? You seem
- What do I seem?
- (SIGHS)
Look.
It'll all sort itself out
one way or the other,
but you need to forget about
the money. Rob's and ours.
- Well, I can certainly forget
about ours. We don't have any.
(LAUGHS WRYLY)
- Wait. Hey, OK, it doesn't matter.
All right?
What matters is this.
Us.
And you and your best friend Tess,
you know - can't you
think about her?
- You seen her lately?
- Tessa?
- Yeah, Liam. Tessa.
- No.
No, of course I haven't.
Seriously you OK?
- Uh uh, yeah, I don't know.
You tell me.
- Uh, you know, I just wanted to
spend some time with my family,
so why do I feel like
I've committed a crime?
- Staying at the motel — how is that
spending time with your family?
- Oh, Nic.
I can't keep up with you.
- Dad! Come in here.
- Yeah. Yeah.
(BROODING MUSIC)
- GRUNTS: All right.
Wow, look at this!
It's cool.
Hey, Joe, what are you doing?
(CHUCKLES)
- TESSA: Hi, Harley. What delights
have you been delivering today?
- Undelivery's more like it. Rob
wants most things return to sender.
- Sorry, what things?
Hey!
- Hey, babe.
- You're sending
my fucking baby stuff back?!
- Hey, hey, hey—
Hey! Jesus, what the fuck?
- You bastard!
- Can we talk about this
somewhere else?
- Oh, fuck somewhere else!
What, are you just giving up?
Is that it?
- What's the matter?
- The matter, Sum,
is that your father clearly doesn't
know me at all, which is something of
a giant fucking disappointment.
- Hey, look— look. I just
thought that it upset you
- Good one, Dad (!)
- No, no, no! What actually
what actually upsets me
is that you don't seem to believe me
when I say it's not over.
- Of course,
of course I believe you, babe.
- Sure. OK. Then call your brother —
and I don't care how you do it,
but get me my fucking baby.
(LINE RINGS)
- All right.
Yeah, I— I'll see you there.
Um someone's got locked out
at work. I— I gotta go.
- Dad!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Come back.
- Whoa, what?
- Millie needs to go to the toilet.
- Well, um
- Can you see to that first?
- OK, OK.
Uh, Mills, come on.
Come on!
(TODDLING FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)
(BIRDS TWITTER)
(SEAGULL CRIES)
(LAUGHTER, CHATTER)
- Your flat white.
- I can afford a coffee.
- I didn't
Sorry.
- You know, first,
you go behind my back —
then you chuck
$2 million in my face.
- Some people
would see that as a win.
- Are you serious?
- We had a deal. OK?
I tried to sweeten it,
and it— it blew up in my face.
- (SCOFFS)
- I was just trying to
solve a problem, Liam.
Just like you always taught me.
- What, so this is my fault?
- No, that's not what I'm saying.
All I wanted to do was help, OK,
and I knew you—
- No, I'm— no, I'm not!
I'm not taking your money. Not now,
not ever. Let's get that straight.
And, oh
(LAUGHS WRYLY)
I fucked up.
And
I'm sorry.
- Yeah, well, the last thing I need
is your bloody charity, all right?
- (GROANS) Oh, man
(INHALES)
- (SIGHS)
- I don't know what to do.
Tessa's gone off the deep end
and blaming me, and it's a
total shitshow.
- What went on with those two?
- (CHUCKLES)
Tessa seems to think
it started with shoes. Mm.
She got some new ones, and Nic's
nose was put out of joint. So
- Shoes?
Jesus Christ.
She is losing it.
(SIGHS)
- Have you tried talking her around?
- No, Robert.
I've been too busy celebrating
having another mouth to feed.
She's your baby.
She belongs with you.
I'll take care of it.
Don't I always?
(BROODING MUSIC)
- Yeah, it go on here.
(OLDER CHILDREN ARGUE)
- EMMA: No, that's mine.
- I got a drink. There we go.
- Get your own one.
(DANCEHALL MUSIC PLAYS,
CHILDREN SQUABBLE)
- (GRUNTS)
(CHLOE GRIZZLES)
(CHLOE CRIES)
- You're going over the lines.
- That is OK, Emma.
(CHILDREN SQUABBLE)
(SIGN CRACKLES)
- Happy now?
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- What's wrong, Mummy?
- I'm so sorry. That was not cool.
I'm really sorry.
My beautiful girl.
(WHISPERS) I'm sorry.
Hey.
Why don't you go and get baby?
You go wake her up
(CHAIR SCRAPES)
and then tidy up a little.
(WISTFUL STRING MUSIC)
OK, Em. Come close. All the way in.
That's it, baby.
Smile.
(PHONE CAMERA CLICKS)
CHUCKLES: Smile, Cleo.
(WISTFUL STRING MUSIC CONTINUES)
- Do you think she'd still have
a stick up her arse if she knew Rob
offered them 2 mil for the baby?
- Imagine having that much money
in the first place.
- Well, it's not buying Lady Muck
much happiness, is it?
- Honestly?
If someone wanted my youngest,
most days I'd give 'em away.
- (SCOFFS) You would not. You're
too bloody good to those kids —
that's your problem.
Oh ho ho!
The gloves are bloody off, Jools.
- What is she thinking?
- She's thinking, 'Hello, bull,
here's a red flag.'
We have got to get Pat
on the socials.
- Yeah.
- Oh, that fucking bitch.
She's a fucking bitch.
She's doing this on purpose.
Come have a look at this.
Look. '#blessed.'
I could kill her.
What did Liam say?
- Um
he said he'd take care of it.
- You mean
- But in the meantime,
how about you and I, we go up to
Huka Lodge for a few nights—
- Oh, s
- you know,
we can fly up this afternoon,
we can crack open the champagne
and wine and dine,
and we can fly-fish, you know—
- A-Are you insane?
- Come on. You love that sort of—
- No. Every minute I'm not here
is a minute Nicole thinks she's won.
(PHONE BUZZES, CHIMES)
Oh. And then there's the daughter
you already have.
Remember her?
She's coming to stay with us.
So how does that fit in
with your romantic plan?
- (SCOFFS)
(MELANCHOLY STRING MUSIC)
- Hey, isn't that what's-her-name
who was making your life a misery?
- Mikayla?
- Mikayla. (CLICKS FINGERS)
Yes, Mikayla.
Yeah. The bully who took your iPhone.
- Yeah?
- Well, yeah, and?
- It's easier
if I pretend to get on with her.
Least that way I can keep my shit.
- Summer.
All right, well I'm impressed.
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
(SIGHS) You know, I could learn
a thing or two from you.
CHUCKLES: Oh
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
(SEABIRD CRIES)
(DOOR SLAMS)
(CAR STARTS)
(CAR DRIVES AWAY)
(LOCKSCREEN CLICKS)
(PLAINTIVE STRING MUSIC)
- Hey, Pat.
Uh any chance that you're free
to watch the kids for an hour?
(SEAGULLS CRY)
(LATCH CLICKS, DOOR SLIDES OPEN)
- Good. The accounts are a shambles.
- I'm not here to work. Uh
- Suppose not.
- Do you know what's happening
between Liam and Tess?
- What?
- I saw them
the other night, leaving the motel
together, and she sure as hell
wasn't helping him paint it.
- Oh (LAUGHS)
- Well, where is she now?
Where's Liam?
- Hey. Calm down, all right?
I think you're putting
two and two together here—
- No, you-you really don't see this?
- There's nothing to see, Nicole.
She knew she should have got you
a pair. She offered to, didn't she?
- Sorry, what?
- Um the shoes,
from Christchurch.
- Oh (LAUGHS)
You think that that's what this
is about? How dumb can you be?!
Oh my God.
- You know, I think they're right.
You really aren't
all there, are you?
- 'They'?
What, you all been talking about me?
- Of course. You took her baby.
- And now she's taking my husband —
you're so damn pussy-whipped,
you're just gonna let it happen?
- What the fuck are you doing
lecturing me, Nicole?
You fucked over Tess—
- I didn't fuck over Tess.
- You— you fucked over all of us.
You're making Liam's life miserable
with your batshit craziness—
- No. That's not how it is.
- You know what?
I don't want you here, Nicole.
Just just get out of my sight.
- You don't know the first thing
about your own bloody wife!
- Get out.
Don't fucking come back.
Get the fuck—
- (GASPS)
- out!
- (STARTS CAR)
(CRASH!)
Oh, shit!
(FOREBODING MUSIC)
(GASPS)
(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)
(CAR DOOR SLAMS)
(CAR STARTS)
(FOREBODING MUSIC CONTINUES)
(DROPS PLINK)
(MELANCHOLY STRING MUSIC)
(SOFT CHATTER)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
(CAR DOOR SLAMS)
- Brilliant. We're not even gonna
to have to talk about the book now.
- JOOLS: Why do you look like
the cat who got the cream?
- Evening, all.
- Aw!
- Hi. Oh, I didn't think
you'd be coming.
- Well, I haven't missed one yet.
- PAT: You bring that
beautiful baby over here.
- Oh, yeah, she's just waking up,
I think. I just—
- TESS: OK, so this is my first
attempt, so don't blame me
if they're inedible.
Oh! Hello.
- Hello.
- Oh, asparagus rolls.
Classic, Tess.
- Nice.
- Oh.
- (CHUCKLES)
Who do you think you're kidding?
- Sorry?
- With the baggy jeans,
the asparagus rolls —
it's so obvious, Tess.
- Oh my God. You know what? I don't
want to fight with you, Nicole.
- I don't want you
to fuck my husband.
- (SCOFFS)
Seriously?
Of all the things in the world
that I could do right now,
why would I choose to do that?
- Because you can.
Because you always could.
For all I know, you already did.
(POUNDING DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)
- I have never,
and I would never.
- (SCOFFS)
- OK?
- All that bragging about, 'Oh,
I can get any guy that I want'
- Hey, I wanted Liam for you.
And when I found out that he was a
policeman, I thought that was gonna
to make you feel safe. OK?
- I wouldn't have needed a police
officer if it wasn't for you.
- I saved you.
- You fucked up my life!
- No, you were dying of boredom—
- Oh, you were a waster barmaid
in a sleazy Thai backwater.
- Wow.
OK.
You know, I could fuck up your life
a whole lot more if I wanted to.
- You know I only ever did
what you asked me to do.
- Yeah, well, clearly not
a skill I still possess,
otherwise I would have my baby.
- (EXCLAIMS)
I saw you. I saw you and Liam.
I saw you the other night
at the motel.
- (LAUGHS)
Yeah, and? It was nothing.
It was nothing.
We were just
like, blowing off steam.
It was—
- I know how you do that, OK?
I saw the bourbon.
- Well, according to you,
he can't even get it up.
- Oh my!
- So how is bourbon
gonna help with that?
- #not happy.
- Nic!
- I don't owe you a fuckin' thing!
What are you looking at?
- Nic, please.
- (SOBS)
- Nic, please.
(DOOR SLAMS)
- God.
- Oh
I'm sorry. Sorry.
- You'll get your baby, hon.
(BITTERSWEET STRING MUSIC)
- Fuck's sake, Summer, hurry up.
We're gonna be late.
(DROPS PLINK)
- Oh, hey, Em?
Can you just
take over for a second?
- MILLIE: Where is the thingie?
- No, no, just give me a minute.
Give me a minute.
Well, you got chocolate crackles
in the lunchbox.
OK.
Let's go.
Ooh. Careful, baby, careful, baby.
(POIGNANT STRING MUSIC)
- PAT: Well, thanks for not
shooting the messenger.
- No, you're right.
I'm better off knowing.
- You wouldn't want her living
all the way out there.
And on top of what Biddie saw
outside the pub and that business
at book club last night
- If I hear so much as one tongue
wagging with that nonsense, I will
remove it with my bare hands.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
- (LAUGHS) You should be having
a protein shake, brother.
Keep your energy up.
- Nah, come on.
I'm good with coffee, thanks.
- How strong do you have it?
I reckon I'll have what
he's having, thanks.
- Eh, piss off, Greg.
- Eh?
- Mowing your brother's lawn, eh?
Ooh-hoo-hoo!
Oowee!
- Nah, shut up, bro.
- What's going on?
- You and Rob's missus.
Fuckin' brave move.
(CUP CLINKS)
- You better watch
your fuckin' mouth.
- Come on, boys.
- Fuck! It's not my mouth
you should be worried about.
It's your fuckin' missus.
- What?
- Fuck's sake, Greg.
- Nicole's the one out there
talking about it.
She's seen youse at the motel.
- Well, yeah. I mean
they don't read books at that club,
you know?
- Fuck.
- Awesome, Greg (!) You fuckwit.
(BELL DINGS)
- Just 10 extra hours a week, Jools.
That's all I'm asking.
- Oh, God
I'm not sure. What about her?
- She's— she's quiet. She's quiet.
She's quiet as a mouse.
(MILLIE BABBLES)
Like, I could just have her
behind the counter.
Here, you could have that.
- Gosh, Nicole, it's not
very professional—
- I mean, it's Kaikoura
Information Centre — it's not
Parliament Buildings, you know.
Come on. Jools, please.
- I'm sorry, Nicole.
It's just not a good time.
(CLATTER)
- Joe! What are you doing?
Pick it up. Now.
- Just leave it. (SIGHS)
Aren't the kids late for school?
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry about this.
- That's OK.
- OK, let's go. Let's go.
- MILLIE: That's fine.
Not here.
- OK. Watch for cars.
Hey, can I— I'll just get
a flat white, please.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Got something to say, Andi?
- I wasn't gonna say a thing.
- Got any newborn nappies yet?
- Yep, sure do.
(SWIPE MACHINE BEEPS)
- Oh.
Just Just try it again.
- Sure.
- Just gentle, gentle.
(MACHINE BEEPS)
- Uh, that's declined.
- Hey, are— are you OK?
- Shh. Shh. No. Fine, thank you.
- Can I have a doughnut?
- No, Emma.
- Aw, please!
- Oh, now look what you've started.
- You're just being a bitch.
- (GASPS)
- Oi, steady on!
- No, are you OK?
I didn't mean to do that. I
(BROODING MUSIC)
- (EXHALES) Hey.
- Hey.
- Thought you needed me
to fix something.
- Come on.
You don't want your mother
freezing to death. Do you?
- POSH VOICE: So, the glasses
and tables will come in the morning,
but the VIP bar is being
set up the night before.
- VIPs?
- Well, we can pretend, can't we?
I mean, we're definitely going to
have to for Fashion on the Field.
(PHONE RINGS)
Oh.
Uh, hello? Tessa Walter.
USUAL VOICE: Sorry, what?
What, so that's why you're
hanging out with those skanky moles?
You're dealing to them?
- Hardly Pablo Escobar.
- No, but that hatchet-faced
principal would have expelled you
if I hadn't called her bluff
on getting the cops involved.
- Oh, the cops don't care
about weed, anyway.
- Summer, those dropkicks
are just using you.
- Well, it's better than
them hating me.
- No, it has to stop.
OK? You need to think about
your future.
Do you want to be stuck here forever?
- You are.
- Ooh! Oh, I'm not stuck. I chose it,
I chose Rob, and thank God I did,
otherwise I'd be in some
- Some posh mansion in England (!)
- No, not No, Summer.
Look at me.
(BROODING MUSIC)
If you get a drug conviction
when you're young, you limit
yourself forever.
OK? No matter how many posh mansions
you live in.
- I don't care.
- Well, I'm sorry, but we can't
keep this from Rob, so
- He won't care either.
- (SIGHS)
- I would never
ever, yeah?
- I know.
- Thicker than blood.
- Yeah, I know that too.
(MELANCHOLY STRING MUSIC)
(DOOR SLAMS)
- Three missed calls from school.
I thought something had happened.
- Well, something did happen.
Your daughter has been dealing pot.
- Oh, I thought something bad.
- I told you.
And I wasn't dealing.
I gave it away.
(DOOR SLAMS)
- Are you Seriously?
That's your idea of being a father?
- Here we go.
OK. Well, according
to my observations,
parenting is kind of a 24-7 gig.
- Yes, Tess, I know.
- Well, then how can you possibly
not be worried about Summer?
Like, she is fragile.
Rob, where is your paternal instinct?
- Well, I got her this far,
didn't I?
- You barely even notice
that she's alive.
Just please tell me you're going to
take more interest in our baby.
- No. There is no 'our baby'. OK?
- You— You said Liam was trying.
- I don't care what I said, Tess.
This whole thing
has gone far enough.
- Right. Here you go again -
just giving up on your own baby.
She's yours, Rob.
- You listen here, OK?
I will not let anything
come between me and my brother,
all right?
Not even you.
Just (EXHALES)
just let it go, Tess.
- I
- Kaikoura is
(LAUGHS WRYLY)
it's way too small
for any of this
shit.
Just fix it, all right? Just
just fix it with Nicole.
- So.
You want me to fix it?
I'll fix it.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH, WOMAN SIGHS)
(RHYTHMIC KNOCK)
- Nic?
- No.
- No, no. Please. Please.
I come in peace.
- I've got nothing more
to say to you, Tess.
- Well
just as well actions speak louder
than words, then, isn't it?
- (SCOFFS)
- Just wait there.
- I'm sorry. What- What is all this?
- Baby things. Like if I can't
use it, you may as well.
- Tess.
- (SIGHS)
Seriously, Nic, I just
I can't keep this up.
Can you?
I want my friend back, and if this
is what it takes, I'll do it.
Like, I'm. I— I'm doing it.
So
this
doubles as a scale
that connects to an app
on your phone.
And, uh Oh. It has an alarm.
- OK, I'm sorry, I'm just—
I am having a hard
Are you for real?
- In it for life, right?
- (CHUCKLES WRYLY)
And Cleo, you?
- Um
Look
it was a good idea in principle,
but it's because you're you
that you couldn't
go through with it.
And I know that you'll
do what's best for
Cleo,
in the long run.
And if it's not me,
then
so be it, so
- You really think
we can get over this?
- Yeah.
I mean, do you want to?
(GENTLE MUSIC)
Oof. (SLURPS)
- Welcome to the middle of nowhere.
I know this isn't exactly
the hens' party that you were—
- Oh, I hate hens.
- I know that you probably
wouldn't have gone duck-hunting
with Jools' father-in-law.
- No wonder I couldn't tell
where we were going.
- Right?
- I'm sorry that
there are no strippers.
- Oh, all I want is you anyway.
- Awww!
And Rob.
- Well, yeah, I wouldn't have
one without the other, would I?
I basically owe
my entire life to you.
- (EXCLAIMS)
(CHOKES)
- Nicole!
- (EXHALES)
(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)
- Oh hey.
- Sorry.
- Hey.
- (BREATHES RAGGEDLY)
- Listen to me. All the good shit
is right here in front of us.
Don't let the past
keep pulling you back—
- I can't stop thinking about him.
- Yes, you can. You so can.
Thinking is overrated.
(STARTS MUSIC PLAYER)
Come on. Dance with me, woman.
- (CHUCKLES)
- # Too far gone,
# drifting along
- (CHUCKLES)
- # the end of the night.
- (LAUGHS)
- # Heavy dawn
- Oh my God.
- Oh. You OK?
- Sorry, I just think that triple sec
might be the one thing
I almost can't drink.
- We found it.
(SINGS) 'The one thing.'
(LAUGHTER, INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
- Ah!
- Oh my God!
- # Falling asleep #
(ICE CUBES TINKLE)
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
- I've been really lonely
without you.
- Yeah. Me too.
- About Liam
- I would never.
- Mm-hm.
(CHLOE GURGLES)
- Oh.
- I forgot her feed.
(CHLOE FRETS)
- I should probably
go and, uh, do that.
- Yeah.
- Sorry.
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I should get going
anyway. (LAUGHS WRYLY)
There's Summer troubles.
- Is she OK?
- She will be, but I just
I need to keep a close eye, so
(SORROWFUL STRING MUSIC)
- (WHISPERS)
Thank you for finding a way
out of all this mess.
- Yeah, it feels good, right?
- Yeah.
(CHUCKLES)
I'll see you soon.
(SORROWFUL MUSIC SWELLS)
(CHUCKLES)
(WATER DRIPS)
(EXCLAIMS)
(LINE RINGS)
- MAX ON ANSWERPHONE:
Leave a message after the beep.
- Hi, Max. It's Nicole here.
I meant to ring you when I first
noticed it yesterday, but it looked
like the avgas tank was leaking.
(RELAXED GUITAR MUSIC PLAYS)
- Babe. What's the matter?
- Nothing.
- Well, the sausages
really are vegan — you know,
it was just that one time.
- I don't want to talk about it.
- That's a shame, because talking
about it is my favourite thing.
So spit it out.
- What if I don't have a future?
- Oh, I never said that. No, no,
I just meant that you needed
to think about what it was.
- Nothing works out, and I'm—
I don't fit in.
- Hey, I'll let you in on a secret.
No one fits in.
- You do.
- Oh yeah, I'm so popular,
my best friend stole my baby
right out from under me.
- You seem kind of OK
with it, though.
- Mm.
- Are you just gonna get
a different baby?
- Well, as you will find out,
in the fullness of time,
things have a way of working out
exactly how you want them to.
You just need a clever plan.
- I just have all these bad thoughts
running around in my head.
- Oh, darling
I know exactly what to do with those.
- It was like nothing
had ever happened.
- I certainly didn't see that coming.
- Yeah. Me neither.
(CHEERY SONG PLAYS, CHILDREN CHATTER)
- Well (SIGHS)
that's not what I was hoping for,
but if Tessa and Rob
are really OK with it
- So, uh, you and Tessa
back to being best mates?
- Um
(CHLOE GURGLES, CROWS)
- That was a long sleep.
- I tried her on formula today.
She loved it. Little Miss Piggy.
- Good. Then I can feed her, and
you two can go and do something nice.
- Are you OK?
- No. I'm not.
- Well, snap out of it,
because this is good news
and I'm giving you a hall pass.
(WAVES CRASH)
- (EXHALES) It's all
I could find in the truck.
- Hey, if it doesn't have
a kid attached, I'm happy.
- I'd never betray you, Nic.
You know that, right?
- I'm so sorry.
I don't know what got into me.
- Yeah.
- You know, I have
everything I ever wanted.
The kids.
You. But
(ECHOING GASP)
What if I don't deserve any of it?
- Jesus.
Why would you even think that?
I worry about what's going on
in that head of yours.
- Bloody hormones.
- Look, we've
(SIGHS) We've had our
ups and downs, but
it's always been you.
From the first moment I saw you.
(GENTLE GUITAR MUSIC)
- (LAUGHS)
- Seriously?
- This is so stupid.
- Oh my gosh, we're not playing,
like, bloody Quidditch. This is
a well-practised spiritual exercise.
OK, take a breath in
Breath out.
All right, now write down
the thought you want to get rid of.
Write it down.
(PEN SCRATCHES ON PAPER)
All right? Now screw it up in a ball
and throw it into the fire.
Go. One. Two.
Three.
Poof! Up in smoke.
All right, baby. Your turn.
Bit more enthusiasm.
(PEN SCRATCHES ON PAPER)
All right. One—
(PAPER RIPS OFF)
two, three —
go!
Feel better?
- You gotta do it too.
- All right.
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
(MUSIC BECOMES FOREBODING)
- (CHUCKLES)
- (CHUCKLES)
(DISTANT EXPLOSIONS)
- That's Rob's place.
- Oh no. No, no, no, no, no.
(MELANCHOLY STRING MUSIC)
Captions by Lena Erakovich.
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