Frayed (2019) s01e05 Episode Script

1 My life fell apart after you left.
I know I made a lot of mistakes, but you weren't there for anyone.
Oh, my God! He's so old! - Do not tell my dad, OK? Promise me.
- OK.
OK, I promise.
You know your problem? You don't know how to make money.
- You're paying me for a hand job! - I'm paying you for a hand job.
- I'm going on a date tonight.
- It's Monday, you got AA tonight.
I might have found a good buyer for your house.
- Can you afford this? - The vendor has to sell fast.
You've made your choice.
You didn't choose me.
- Hey, Jim! - Duncan? - Did you see Abby Harris today? - She's so hot, man.
- Abby, are you going to the school dance? - Yeah.
I'd love to dance.
- (PHONE RINGS) - MAN: Get a move on! Fuckin' hell, you take a long time.
Simone.
For once, I'm glad you called.
- I've got some good news.
- Oh, my God.
Thank Christ.
I don't think I can last here much longer.
- I mean, I am frankly getting treated like shit.
- Oh.
I mean, I'm used to having status and - Uh-huh.
- people looking up to me.
Remember that buyer I told you about for your home? Well, the deal's been finalised.
It was at a slightly knock-down price for a fast sale.
Your good news was that you sold my home - at a knockdown price? - Yes.
- That house was everything to me.
- Oh.
Apparently Liz Taylor once crapped in the toilet.
Have you any idea how hard I've worked to clear your debt, the deals I've cut? I've sold the yachts, the cars, the apartments in Colorado, in Portes du Soleil, the shares, the bonds.
- So, that's it? - Yes.
You officially now have absolutely nothing! You can start your new life with a clean slate, and I wish you the very best of luck.
- What the fuck are you doing in here? - Using the toilet.
Well, come on.
They're pouring concrete next week! Vamoose! Sammy, let's clear this shit up.
We need to get a professional clean-up team.
You can't keep getting us to clear the lot.
No way, that costs a fortune.
Look, someone just dumped a bit of shit, OK? Get on with it.
What's with the attitude, hm? Not just because of what happened in Sydney? I don't give a shit about Sydney.
Good.
'Cos I don't want you getting female about it.
Women always get hurt in emotional shit like that.
Oh, God, are you insane? I needed money.
Precisely.
It was a transaction.
We both got what we wanted.
Now, I need to get to the steelworks, OK? Both the investors are coming to check us out.
- Sounds like Sammy did a great job at those meetings.
- She was a help.
I was great.
You know we can handle bigger responsibilities than this, Chris.
- Please.
You're like a pair of teenagers.
- No, we're not.
- YOU are.
- Sammy, you live with your mum - in the house you grew up in.
- That is pretty childish.
And Fiona, you're an incompetent imbecile.
- Suck shit.
- (CHEERFUL) Good morning, all.
Ah.
So, Chris has got you clearing this lot again.
Chris, our photocopier is broken Oh, look, Ruthy, I need to race to a meeting, but I'll tell you what, you can ask Sammy or Fiona.
They can get it done for you, OK.
Sammy, can I have ten copies, please? - Hey, that's our school crest.
- Yes.
Ruth is president - of the parents association.
- Oh, fuck me sideways.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I'm currently arranging the school dance.
It's quite a big responsibility.
Yeah, I used to do that all the time at my kids' school back in London.
- You? - (LAUGHS) No! The last few dances have been fiascos.
The students are partying way too hard.
You're quite the party girl yourself, Sammy.
My party days, you know, they're behind me.
I've changed.
You know, I'd love to help.
We have our list of responsible parents that we know and trust, and that's why they're on my list.
7pm.
I'll be there.
Hey, Ruth.
Does that mean I'm on your list? We'll see about that.
- Did you see that? - Hm.
That's unbelievable.
They didn't think I'm good enough to be on their list.
I'm not having Ruth Nelligan and Fat Fuck Fogerty judge me.
- Wanna take some weed to the dance? - Oh, my God, Fiona.
Just for once, could you at least try to think and act like a mature adult? Are you gonna say shit like that to impress them? (BOTH LAUGHING) (THEME MUSIC) When I wake up, I think, "Not this shit again!" And I just count the hours until I fall back asleep.
I've lost my Bev.
And I'm a mess.
I can't eat, I can't sleep.
Why didn't I call that stupid phone number, Lynne? I don't know.
I I actually don't know - any of the details of the situation, so - Well, basically, Bev doesn't trust my sister and Oh, what the fuck is that? Parallel park? Does this look parallel to you, Lynne? - Does it? - (CAR HORN HONKING) Oh.
Look what you've done! You're causing a bloody traffic jam.
- BOTH: Sorry.
- Just wait.
Lynne! Bev doesn't trust my sister, probably 'cos she's been making all these secret phone calls to England.
Bev wanted me to call this number, this lawyer's number, and I didn't have the balls.
So she thinks I'm not man enough, and then I'm all alone.
Oh, come on! Lynne! (WOMAN SCREAMING) Oh, you gotta be shitting me.
- (MAN GROANS) - Is that Bev? (WOMAN SCREAMING) (LAUGHING) - Suck shit! - Isn't she wonderful? - Er - Oh, fuck me! (LAUGHING) What am I doing, Lynne? Sounds like you've gotta call that lawyer's phone number.
But I can't.
That's Bev's thing.
She's the criminal mastermind.
She's good at accents and making up fake names, - and I'm terrible at that stuff.
- I'm sure you can make up a name.
Dan Daniels.
No.
Erm Sam Samuels.
Shit! Timothy Daniels.
I'm shit at it.
(STUTTERS) Well, either you move on, or you make the phone call.
I don't know.
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY AND LAUGHING) You know what, Lynne? You're right.
I'm gonna make that fucking call.
Shit! Tess, careful! Uncle Jim said it's almost impossible to kill someone with an air rifle.
(THUD) So, you know how my parents said I could go to the dance, if my grades improve? Well, I got my essay back.
- I got an 11 out of 20.
- (GASPS) Last time I only got a 7 out of 20.
So, that's like an 80% improvement.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah, well, we'll work on your maths today.
I'm going to go to the dance! Abby, why is everyone so excited about the dance? (EXHALES) Because there's music and it's dark and everyone's gonna be there.
You're gonna love it.
It's gonna be fun, - and I'll look after you, so it'll be good.
- Abby, this is really good.
You've gone up a whole level just from one study session.
Look, you've even called Macbeth "tragically flawed", not "a bit of a spaz".
Well, let's have a quick ciggy and then I need your help with trig.
While we're outside, we might get a tan.
- What? - We might get a tan.
Tan is a trigonometry term.
Don't do that at the dance.
You sure you know what you're doing? It's just If Abby's there, I want her to see I've got moves, you know? OK.
Watch and learn.
Let me take you to a place I know you want to go It's a good life Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I wanna stand around and beg you Just don't say no Shit, that was amazing.
Do more.
Oh, no, I can't.
That's the trick.
You only really need three moves, then you act bored and go get a drink.
People will assume you can do more.
Let's start with the first move.
So, you put your arm out like that.
Your right arm.
Straight.
Over.
Yeah.
And then back, and back.
- Over, over.
- ABBY: What are you boys doing? - (GASPS) Kung fu.
- Tuning vintages.
More like you two were dancing.
- (CHUCKLES) No way.
- No.
Wait.
Actually, isn't the school dance coming up? - Ah, yeah.
- Yeah, I think it might be.
You, er Are you going? 'Cos we're going in the Bentley, if you want a lift - with us.
- Yeah, fuck, yeah.
Turning up to the school dance in a Bentley, that's so funny.
Hey.
You're practising your moves for the dance.
No.
God, why does everyone think Well, guess what? I'm gonna be a chaperone.
Yeah, you kids are so out of control, they want parents they can trust keeping an eye on you.
- So you're actually going to be there? - Mm-hm.
Got a new outfit and everything.
Yeah.
This is gonna be the most boring dance of your life, kids.
I'll be watching you like a wolf.
Keeping an eye on you at all times - along with all the other responsible parents.
- You? - What the hell does that mean? - (CHUCKLES) Sorry.
What are YOU laughing at? Abby! Don't smoke.
It's really bad for you.
Not cool.
I'm gonna get on this list.
- Well ? - (CHUCKLES) No.
- They're not exactly my colours.
- I meant for me! - No.
- Why not? - Because it's mutton dressed up as lamb.
- Ouch.
We should pack some warm gear.
It gets cold in the vineyards at night.
- Jean, is that you? Jean? - Oh! (GASPS) I did not recognise you.
- Your hair! It's so short.
- Oh Well, I love it.
I think it looks great.
- I'm Peter.
- Oh.
Sorry.
Er, yeah, Rebecca, Shirley, this is Peter.
The ladies and I attend church together.
We missed you of late.
Only Sunday we were just saying we hoped everything was all right.
And apparently, the Monday night support group - hasn't seen you, either.
- No, I've had my daughter and her kids staying with us and, you know, it's been chaos.
And me.
She's been busy with me.
Oh, well, that's wonderful.
We'll just leave you two to shop in peace.
Oh, Jean.
Any chance we might see you at Meals on Wheels tomorrow? (STUTTERING) I Yeah, I wish I could.
I can't.
We're going away for the night.
Oh, how lovely.
Where are you two going? - We're going out to - Paris.
You're going to Paris? Hm.
- For the night? - Yeah.
Just for the night.
OK.
Nice to see you, Jean.
- You really are unrecognisable.
- Yeah.
- Thank you! (CHUCKLES) - What for? Hey, Jim, what do you think of this outfit? Does it make me look like an upright citizen? Do you have to be in this room? And is that Mum's burnt orange diamond paisley scarf? Yeah.
Hey, how did you know that's the name of the pattern? You are unbelievable! First you take my house, then my money, now you're wearing Mum's fucking clothes! I paid you back the money I owed you.
We're square.
And I grew up here, too.
I've got just as much right to be here as you.
You have cost me the love of my life.
Do you even understand that, hm? My life was fine before you and the kids got here.
And everything's gone to shit.
When are you leaving? Look, my situation is extremely complicated, OK? - Nick's estate - Why are you lying? Hey! Hey.
What is going on here? Who threw the cereal? - Jim.
That was entirely Jim.
- Mum, I just want to know what Sammy's game is, all the phone calls to England.
I want to know why she's here.
He's just overreacting.
It's nothing.
Look, your brother's feeling a bit sensitive.
He's owed an explanation.
Tell him why you're here.
(SCOFFS) I don't believe you two.
You're actually ganging up on me.
We're not ganging up.
You just need to stand up and take some responsibility.
Yeah, just stand up and take some responsibility, Sammy.
(MIMICS) Responsibility.
Responsibility.
All people ever say is I have to take responsibility.
Do you want to discuss responsibility? Yeah, OK.
Mum, did you skip AA tonight, again? I don't see either of you looking out for anyone but yourselves.
- Nice scarf.
- Oh, yeah.
Can I borrow this tomorrow night? What are YOU looking at? (INXS: Need You Tonight) All you got is this moment 21st century's yesterday You can care all you want Everybody does, yeah, that's OK So slide over here And give me a moment Your moves are so raw I've got to let you know Are you nervous, mate? You're one of my kind - Thanks for the lift.
- Oh, no trouble at all.
- What time will you be back? - Oh.
Probably about 11:00.
And, er, don't worry.
I'll keep a close eye on them.
(KIDS TALKING QUIETLY) (IGNITION CRANKS) (ENGINE STARTS) - Wow! Holy shit! - So cool! All right, kids, hop in.
Tonight is gonna be so much fun.
No, it's not.
Not on my watch.
(UPBEAT R'N'B MUSIC PLAYING) (LIVELY CHATTER) So, kids, I was thinking Oh - Ruth, Diane.
- Hi! Listen, anything you need from me tonight, you come and ask me, OK? It's our responsibility to make sure these kids behave themselves.
Well, thank you, Sammy.
We appreciate you coming.
Anything I can do to help.
It's good because you know exactly what to look for.
I'm afraid that Diane and I aren't quite as savvy when it comes to this sort of behaviour.
- There'll be no inappropriate behaviour - Oh, there's Maurine.
Maurine! - Maurine! Oh, boy.
All right, break it up.
Jesus.
What do you think this is? A live sex show? There.
That's a good distance.
That's far.
Oh, hey.
Chatty, chatty, chatty.
Give me the bottle.
Give me the bottle.
Ruins lives.
Get over there.
Sit down.
Out of here! - All right.
- What? What? What's wrong with holding hands? Have you even heard of pubic lice? Have you heard of herpes? Do you want some sores on your mouth? How about some sores on the end of your penis? Do you want that? No.
Well, that shit starts here.
Get out.
No, no, no.
Stop.
OK.
Fall back.
What is this? You're coming with me.
- Move it.
- And the light Come on.
And the lighter.
(MAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY) Well, you know, the great thing about Catholics? Balls.
Anyway, go on.
Piss off.
Have a good time.
Don't get into too much trouble.
- Hi.
- Sammy.
What are you doing here? - Keeping an eye on the kids.
- (LAUGHS) Yeah, right.
- What does that mean? - They're kids.
It's not gonna be the end of the world if they cut loose a little bit.
I thought you meant I couldn't be trusted.
No, I didn't.
Is that why you're dressed up like Nancy Reagan? You're trying to prove to everyone you're a big girl now? (BOTH CHUCKLE, POP SONG PLAYS) Do you remember how much your mum hated this song? She snapped my vinyl.
She chucked it in the bin.
- How is she? - Not great.
Now I'm trying to get her into care.
Wish I had more money to take care of her and more time to help her.
- Fuck, I hate being an adult.
- (SCOFFS) It's the worst.
(BOTH LAUGH) Alexis, take charge.
(PHONE RINGING) - Hello.
- Oh, erm (CLEARS THROAT) Who's this? Well, no, you go first.
Who's THIS? - Are you a lawyer? - Is that you, Ralph? - What's a raif? - I am not falling for this again, - you fucking prat.
- What the fuck you call me, mate? Yeah, go fuck yourself, Ralph.
And I'll see you on Sunday.
Oh, and nice accent.
(LAUGHS) - You Huh - (LINE DISCONNECTS) (RE-DIALS, PHONE RINGS) - Yes.
- You listen here, mate.
I need to talk to you, all right? I'm Simone Burbeck's brother.
Motherfucker! - (ENGAGED TONE) - Oi! - Can I help you, mate? - I'm looking for Simone Burbeck.
- She's not here right now.
- You're kidding? I've got her luggage.
- Luggage? - Yeah, it's been a real time finding these bags.
They've been around the world four times.
(GRUNTS) Thank you so much.
My pleasure, mate.
And don't worry.
I'll make sure these get to my sister safe and sound.
(YAZZ: The Only Way Is Up) The only way is up Baby I need you to look for me.
Is she watching? Can she see me? - Mate, I don't think she's here.
- What? Where the hell is she? Don't worry, Tess, the teachers never check down here between the gym and the toilets.
- (BOTH CHUCKLING) - Shut the fuck up.
If she doesn't want any, it's no big deal.
Where did you get this, anyway? Scott gave it to me.
A little present 'cos he can't be here.
Can't believe he got expelled.
He also gave me this little present.
Nice hickey, let me see it.
Wait, when did you see Scott? Ages ago.
All right.
(LAUGHS) Come on.
Let's get back in there.
I wanna dance! (SINGING) Yeah, yeah, yeah.
The only way is up, ah! - WOMAN: Oh! - Baby! - Oh, dang, you learnt the - Yes, I learnt the 'Cos I'm fucking cool.
- Yeah.
- Yeah! Oi, Josh! I'm cool, yeah? - No.
- That's a week's detention, mate.
Hey, Josh, am I cool? Am I cool? Don't look at him, look at me.
Am I cool? You've got a week's detention.
Want to make it two? All right, that's two.
Do you want three? Am I cool? - OK - (LAUGHS) (BLOWS RASPBERRY) Thank you very much, Joshua.
- (CHUCKLES) - Oh, what's this? Are we having a reunion out here? - Hi, Ruth.
- Hello.
- Hey, Dan.
- How you doing, Ruth? Fancy this, all of us here back at a school dance.
So, when the two of you finish having a little catch-up, Sammy, I'll get you to do a quick check on the girls' toilets.
I'd do it myself, but we are being run off our feet out here.
Absolutely, Ruth.
I'll do that.
Yeah.
- Actually, Dan, if you could check the boys' toilets, too? - Yep.
Righto.
Great.
Thanks.
- Soon as you can.
- Yep, I'm on it.
I'm gonna do it now.
Fuckin' Ruth Nelligan! Do you remember when she got her head stuck in a fence? Yeah, she can piss right off.
I've done my fair share of patrolling tonight.
- I've already confiscated about six joints.
- Oh There you go.
Is that - That's the lighter I gave you.
- Yeah.
They've painted over our old graffiti, the bastards.
So, what happened to you Sammy, hm? You go off to London, you marry a millionaire, and now what? You first, why did you go to prison? - None of your business.
- All right, then.
- How did he die? - Who? - Your husband! - Oh, er, heart attack.
- How old was he? - Same age as us.
- Fuck, that's young.
- We're not that young any more, Dan.
(SPITS) Robbery.
I went to jail for robbery.
- Who did you rob? - Scuba-diving store.
Got high, and my mate Brandon was supposed to turn off the security system, and he didn't.
So the cops turn up, I hit one of 'em, took his gun that didn't go over well in court, and then I was fleeing the scene, but I threw my back out carrying those scuba tanks.
- You think It's not funny.
- (LAUGHS) I went to jail, Sammy.
I'm telling you something deeply personal.
All right, I'm sorry.
OK, I'm sorry.
It's not funny.
My husband, I I haven't told anyone here how he died.
- He was with another woman.
- Oh.
- Prostitute.
- Oh! They were drunk and stoned.
- Oh - And there was cocaine.
And methamphetamine.
And animal nitrate.
- And petrol.
- Petrol? And cough medicine.
To be fair, he had a cough.
- So, what, his heart just gave out? - Yep.
No.
(EXHALES) He, er, he was asphyxiating.
- He was being strangled.
- The fuck? Someone just came in and started strangling him? No, he liked it, apparently.
(SIGHS) He was also a He had a, well There was a phone inside him.
- (SMIRKING) - Don't! (LAUGHS) - What? Up his Why? - Yes! I don't know! (COUGHS) - You're the only person I've told.
- I won't tell anyone.
Yeah, I know.
You know, when you got married you should have called me or something, just anything.
There was too much to say.
Give me back my fuckin' lighter.
- You definitely ordered better than me.
- (CHUCKLES) Wanna swap? - Really? - Yeah.
But you can't have it all.
Oh, this steak! - You're definitely not getting this back.
- (LAUGHS) There's a, erm, vintage car show down in Sydney next weekend.
Um I thought maybe, yeah, we could go down and stay the night.
I just thought, with your car, you know No, look, it sounds great.
It's just, erm, I don't think I'm free.
Oh This is something that I want to discuss this with you because I want to be open with you.
And I love that about us.
You know, we've always been honest with each other.
Jean, I was married for nearly 40 years.
And my second marriage, well You know, I love being with you, and I'd just love to keep things casual for a bit.
Keep it fun for a while, you know? Oh, yeah.
I see.
If you're not comfortable with it, then just tell me to go away.
No, no.
No, that's fine.
- Really? - Yeah.
Yeah.
Well, just to clarify, you can't come away next weekend because you're seeing another Yes.
I wanted to be honest with you.
All right.
That's very good of you, Peter.
Er, you can come to this restaurant, 'cos maybe you could order the steak! OK I mean, that's the beauty of being a man, isn't it? You get to order whatever you want.
I mean, you can be 80 and still order whatever you want off the menu.
Yeah.
Cheers to that.
Holy shit! That's your dad's Bentley.
That's the flying bee! - Yeah.
- (BOTH LAUGH) Er, Jim and Lenny got it working again.
Yeah.
You wanna get in? Madame.
- I just assumed it had been sold.
- No.
I think Mum couldn't let it go.
And it was so Dad, you know.
Even when he'd lost his job, and then drinking and - He was never gonna sell it.
- I always liked your dad.
Yeah, that was kind of the problem.
Everyone loved him.
Men, women.
- (LAUGHS) - I don't think anyone ever got mad at him.
Do you remember the night of your grandpa's funeral? Yeah.
(BOTH MOANING) - Ah, this is Can you just - Yeah, yeah.
- Ow! - Oh! You OK? Am I too big? I have a seatbelt in my butthole.
Do you want a seatbelt in your butthole? (BOTH LAUGHING) Oh, God, I don't remember it being this uncomfortable.
Do you? No.
All I can remember is that I lasted about three minutes.
and I can tell you, Sammy, that now - I can last - Between seven and nine? - Longer, if you stayed still.
- (BOTH LAUGH) - I missed you so Oh! - What? What? - Argh! - What's wrong? - Cramp! Argh! - Are you dehydrated? No, it's my hammy.
I overextended it.
OK, all right, well, push against the cramp, all right? (BOTH LAUGHING) With this thing.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING) - You OK, Tess? - You shouldn't smoke so much pot.
Tess, don't be angry at me.
Scott shouldn't give you drugs.
He's not a good guy.
There are things you don't understand.
- I understand.
I'm not a child.
- Not what you think.
- Scott's just trying to protect me.
- From what? Fuck off, Wade.
(CROWD GASP) (CROWD GROAN) CROWD: Fight! Fight! Fight! (GROANING) We should get back.
How do I look? - Like you've got a seatbelt up your butthole? - Good.
- How do I look? - Your penis is hanging out.
- I know.
- (LAUGHS) So, how long are you back? - I don't know.
- So what do you wanna do? It's tricky, you know.
I mean, my kids are English, their life's in London, their friends are in London.
- So you're still running away.
- I'm not running away, I just You know what? Yeah.
I don't wanna stay here forever.
Why would I want to stay in this fucking town? Dan, there's nothing wrong with wanting something better in life.
What? The music's stopped.
Something's happened.
Enough.
Oh, Jesus, are you all right? What happened? Your son just punched my son in a completely unprovoked attack.
Was it, I mean, unprovoked? Yes.
I saw it with my own eyes.
Because unlike you, I was here doing the job I promised to do.
Erm Lenny, Lenny, what happened? - Sammy, I just told you - Yeah, OK, Ruth, can I just please have a moment with my son because he is way more messed up than your son? - I just told you what happened - Ruth, Ruth! Shut the fuck up! Go chew at someone else's arse.
Well Plus ça change ! (SIGHS) Let's go home.
We'll get some ice on the way, OK? Faggot.
What the fuck did you just say? Say it again, you little cunt.
Fucking say it again! Come on! Fucking say it again! (GROANS) Hey! OK (APPLIES BRAKES, CAR SQUEAKS) - What are you doing? - The lights are changing.
That's a street lamp.
You know, it would be faster for me to walk home.
- Are they eyedrops? - Yeah.
- Can I have some when you're done? - Sure.
SAMMY: Hey, who wants Maccas? So, how was it? Good fun? Well, we had quite the time.
- Sammy's son hit Wade.
- Oh! Man, you could crush that little fag.
- I did.
- And then Sammy called Wade a - I can't say it, it's that word.
- (LAUGHS) Classic! Sounds like it really kicked off in there, eh? Utter disgrace.
Honestly, Sammy was useless.
- I don't know how you employ her.
- Come on.
Sammy's all right.
- She called our son a cunt.
- Well, he IS a bit of a cunt.
Come on, it's just a bit of banter.
We were all working so hard, keeping the kids safe Yeah, right! And she spent the whole evening occupied with Dan Atkins.
(CLEARS THROAT) Well They've known each other for years, you know.
Probably - catching up.
- What, missing for an hour, catching up? Hey! Watch where you're going, you fucking idiot! You fucking arsehole! (HONKING) Thanks for driving me.
Rock on.
- Thank you.
You didn't have to do that.
- It's all right.
You should see the other guy.
I did.
He barely had a scratch on him.
Lucky your mum didn't catch him.
- Good night.
- Abby? I don't like you telling your parents you're coming here when you're going to Scott's.
- But I have been coming here.
- Not always.
I'm worried about you.
I'm not surprised your mum and dad want you to stay away from Scott.
Tess, you're a good friend, all right, and I know you mean well, but you don't understand.
Well, you keep saying that.
Explain it to me.
I better go.
I'll see you tomorrow.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES) Kids, go to your room.
That your yacht, hm? It's big.
To be fair, that was the bigger one.
- Jim, I don't own it any more.
- You know, I knew you had money, but not this sort of money.
And yet, you're eating my chocolate bombs.
You're running up bills, you're driving around in Dad's car.
You're trying to take my fucking house.
I mean, - when is it enough, Sammy? - I swear, this isn't what it looks like.
That's it.
You're leaving.
What are you doing? - I want you out of here now.
- You can't just chuck us out.
Why not, Sammy? Why not? You fucked off and left me alone.
You'll do it again.
You said so yourself! So get the fuck out! Kids, come on, pack your shit! - It's time to go back to living on a yacht.
- OK, Jim, er, please listen, er, we used to have a lot of money, all right? That's true.
But, er, Nick committed fraud, OK? I'm an innocent victim.
Oh, it's never your fault.
It's never your fault, is it, Sammy? If you kick me out, I'm fucked, OK? I've got nowhere to go.
There IS no estate! I'm fucking homeless! That's the truth! - So, you DO want to take my house? - No, I don't! Bev was right about you.
I just should have listened to her.
(PHONE RINGS) Hey! My fucking house.
Hello? Yeah, this is Jean's son.
What? Yeah.
OK, yeah, we'll be there soon.
And that was Peter, Mum's, um - They're at the vineyards.
- What? Yeah.
Apparently, Mum's not in a good way.
We have to go and get her 'cos Peter doesn't know what to do with her.
OK.
Well, my car keys I need to find my car keys.
Jim - Where are my fucking keys? - Jim, hey, it's OK.
We'll take Dad's car, OK? I'll drive.
- Yep.
- Hey, um Would you kids be OK on your own for a little bit? Um, I've got to go and get Grandma.
Are we homeless now? I don't know.
I'll be back soon, OK? (CAR STARTING) (GUITAR STRUMMING SOFTLY) WOMAN: Look, see, it is very sparkly.
And if I go faster, you go faster (CONTINUES SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY) (KNOCKS ON DOOR) So, and the sparkle sparkles, and if you go faster and faster (GASPS) Hello, darling! Welcome to the vineyard.
- Shit.
- Oh, my goodness.
Have some wine.
- I don't want any.
Mum - They have it in - You look nice.
- Yeah.
Jim, hold on to her, OK? - Oh, no, not Peter.
- Sammy? No, not Peter, because Peter's got another lady.
Peter's got another lady.
A lady Go with Peter.
Go with Peter, kiss him.
- I'm sorry about this.
We're going to go now.
- Kiss him, kiss him.
If we go to the prom Hey! Because we're done with - (MUMBLING AND CRYING) - Shh! - Hey! No! No! - Mum, come on! - Do you see No! - All right, get her head up.
- You hate me! - I don't hate you.
Keep your head up.
Yeah.
Put it up and behind to support her.
(SIGHS AND GROANS) There's a bucket next to the bed, OK? (LENNY SNORING) (DOOR CREAKS) - Good night, Jim.
- Good night, Sammy.
- Who wrote this? - Huh? - Who wrote this number? - Oh, Bev and I - tried to call your lawyer.
- What? We tried ringing that number that you kept calling.
The one in England, and it was an office, and they gave us your lawyer's home phone number.
That's MY phone number.
That's the phone number of the house I lived in.
Well, HE lives there now.
Oh, Rufus, you motherf - I fucked Dan in the back of my car! - I can't believe you fucked her! - What happened with your lip? - What did you do to Abby? - Nothing.
- I like a man who can handle himself around pigeons.
- (SCREAMS) - Why so much shit? If you want to take on the biggest firm in London, then, by all means.
You need to get back there fast before he covers his tracks.
- I am coming for you! - (GRUNTS)