[siren blaring, muffled]
[muffled] If you could just sit tight,
I'll take your statement in a minute, love.
[muffled] Hey, Viv?
It's okay.
Just breathe. Breathe.
Now come on. Come inside.
Right now.
Vivian.
[woman screams]
[Amy, muffled] Hey.
Vivian.
Let's go. Let's go inside, yeah?
♪
♪ If I had known ♪
♪ It was the last time... ♪
[knocking on door]
[door opens]
[woman] Hi?
[man] Hello. We're so sorry to disturb you.
I'm James and this is my mum, Nina.
We're Louis' family.
Oh.
The police told us someone was here when...
Someone was his friend?
That we could speak to her?
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Um...
It was Vivian. She's in bed, I'm afraid.
Just might need a little more time...
[Vivian] It's ok.
I want to talk to them.
- [James] I guess... - We want to know what happened.
Of course you do.
I was standing out by the ledge.
I'd just come back from being with family and...
I heard this rustling noise behind me.
Look, you have to know.
He was in a bad mood the day before.
He told me...
the world was going to shit and I didn't correct him.
I agreed.
And I told him he'd have to accept how it was,
but I didn't realise...
[James] My brother was unwell.
He'd been unwell for a while.
I didn't know.
[James] Not many did.
The '50s thing was fun, but...
it was his way of simplifying a world he didn't understand.
That he felt like he didn't fit into.
I'd come home from boarding school
because it wasn't working.
He was in a very bad way.
And last week I just lay there next to him thinking...
"If only I could...
If only I could get up there in your head.
Hear what you hear.
Maybe worry about some of it for you."
Mum. Mum!
[Nina crying and wailing]
[wailing] My Louis!
[wailing continues] My Louis!
[crying] Louis!
[bawling] Louis!
[sobbing]
Come back to me, Louis!
My Louis.
Oh, my Louis.
[Nina sobbing]
- Come on, mum. - [whimpering] No, no, no.
- Come on. - I don't want...
- I don't want to leave my son. - Neither do I, mum.
Come on. I've got you.
[Nina wailing] Louis.
This is his.
What's wrong with you?
Why did you say those things?
Why did you say those things to my son?
Why?
You should've grabbed him!
Why didn't you grab him?
[Nina wailing]
[Nina sobbing]
Vivian.
- Vivian? - Yep?
You know this isn't your fault right?
She's grieving, she's in pain,
but I know you've been through so much as well,
so things are gonna hit you differently.
Where are you going?
I'm totally, completely fine.
What? Wh...
♪
[door slams shut]
[knocking]
[exhales]
[breathes heavily]
- Hey. Morning. - Hi.
Umm.
I wasn't expecting to see you?
What's up?
Nothing much. Just my day off.
- How have you been? - Great. Let's have sex.
♪
Listen, this is really nice,
but this has probably been a really hard few days for you.
And I think we probably need some time to process it.
I think you probably need some time.
It's nice you think you know what I need, Dane.
But in my experience this is what I need.
Sex from you.
Sex. Cool.
Or we could just kiss?
I like sex.
Or... Or we could dry hump?
I thought you said you liked me?
This is what people who like each other do.
- Where's your room? - We should... We should...
Jesus, you're even more ripped up close.
I... I jog when I'm anxious.
You look really nice.
You look...
even more nice now.
♪
Hold on for one second.
I like you.
Right. I thought we'd covered that.
I know. I just... I thought I'd say it again.
[both moan]
Harder.
I just... I just...
I think you're sort of an amazing person, Viv.
And I'm just really glad I'm doing this with you.
- Stop. Just stop. - [Dane] I'm sorry?
What the fuck are you doing, Dane?
- Umm. Is it in the wrong... - No!
I'll tell you when to touch my face, weirdo!
And why are you saying all this weird shit?
It's not what I need right now.
I thought you said that's exactly what you needed, Viv?
Yeah, before I realised you were fucking in The Notebook!
Viv!
[door creaking]
♪
Vivian! Oh, mum!
Why aren't you at Zumba?
[door closes]
Vivian, what the hell happened?
Did you just...
Was Dane okay?
Why don't we go home? Have some tea.
I have plans.
- Ok, well... - [horn honks]
Don't wait up.
Well, it's just that
we were gonna pickup my furniture from George's today?
I can cancel, it's fine, but you booked the truck, so...
Shut up! Read the room. I want to be alone.
Where are you going?
[sighs] Where are you going?
Shit.
[birds chirping]
[knocks]
Hello?
[Laura] Come in! It's open!
Are you turning your house into a vagina?
Have you been around many of those?
- Point well made. - [chuckles]
It's for the Twins' birthday party.
I have made an executive decision.
Inspiring Women from History.
Mmhmm. Yeah.
Hendrix! John is here!
[Hendrix] Coming!
- What's this? - Boobies.
[Hendrix] What's all this?
Oh! I don't know. A little...
party planning, maybe?
[Hendrix] Babe.
I know.
Oh, Babe, it can't be!
Inspiring Women from History?
- I don't get it. - It's my Pinterest pipe dream.
I've been wanting to pull this out of the bag
ever since the girls were born.
- So three years? - Ah, it's...
very, very complicated, though.
It requires a lot of research,
lots of punning.
You sure you've got time?
Yes, of course.
- Seriously? - Yes, yes, yes.
You always do birthday parties and the girls will love it.
So you boys go and have fun.
You're the best. She's the best. Ah!
Ok, we'll get out of your hair.
Okay, bye. Oh!
[chuckles]
Whoops.
♪
- Bye! - Yeah.
Let's do this!
So, um, ready to hit this green, mate?
- Yeah. Sure... mate. - Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
♪
[sighs]
[mutters] So call her.
[Vivian on phone] Hey, you've got Viv. I'd say leave a message,
but no one listens to those.
♪
Dane?
[sighs]
You're probably not there, but...
In case you are...
My first time was in a break room
of a Greek restaurant.
His name was Elias.
He had nice eyes and wore a lanyard.
- I have a thing for lanyards. - [chuckles]
[Amy] I think it suggests a certain level of competency.
We watched Dawson's Creek while we did it and...
it was over before the theme song ended.
I cried, because it hurt,
so he gave me some pita bread to take home.
Anyway...
I just know how much it can suck.
So I hope you're ok.
♪
[sighs deeply]
[chimes]
I must admit, man.
I was pretty surprised to get your call.
- Yeah? - Why's that?
You hate golf.
You've avoided coming for ten years.
You said it was for rich pricks
who weren't fit enough for contact sports.
Okay. I don't think those were my exact words. But...
I know granddad used to take you out here
and I thought...
that it was something we could maybe try and...
keep up.
[Hendrix] Yeah.
I like that. Cool.
[blows raspberry]
He used to talk to you about...
the big stuff
Yeah, you know like...
Like man stuff?
Define "man stuff"?
I dunno. Stuff...
Stuff that stays between us men?
[Hendrix] Oh, he just used to talk about golf a lot.
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Although there was this one time
where he told me he had really bad haemorrhoids,
and we had to stop gameplay.
Is that the kind of thing you mean?
Yeah. Yeah. Ballpark.
Yeah, no. I thought we could maybe talk about Laura or...
- Right. Okay. - Mmm. Mmm.
- What about Laura? - I dunno.
How you guys were... doing?
[Hendrix] We're doing really great. Thanks, mate.
- Okay. Okay, you're great. - Just said we were great.
- Yeah, 'cause if you weren't... - John, will you shut up
and just let me take the shot?
[grunts]
[muffled] You hit me in the face.
No. No, I didn't.
No. No. I was exasperated, with my hands,
and the club accidentally flew into your face.
I can taste metal! I can taste metal, and...
- grass! - Well, I don't know why that is,
because the club didn't make contact at all.
Okay, what is going on, Hendrix?
What do you mean? Nothing is going on.
Vivian told me that you guys haven't fucked in a year.
- Fuck man, don't say "fuck". - Why not?
You guys get to say it.
What's going on? Do you need help?
Do you need sex tips? If so, I can help you.
- It's very simple. First off... - No!
No, no, no!
- Please God, no! - Well then tell...
That's not what it's even about!
Okay then what is it about, Hendrix?
- Get off, John! - Stop it!
Listen to me. Listen...
- [grunting] - What are you doing?
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
- You're hurting me! - You're hurting me!
- You can end this! - So can you!
I told you, there's nothing going on.
No, no, no!
You said it wasn't about sex. What is it about?
- What is it...
- [blowing air] - What the fuck?
Come back here! Hendrix!
- Hendrix! I'm gonna kill you. - [panting]
Stop! Stop! Time out. Time out.
♪
[phone chimes]
"Sorry to muck you around."
[metal clanging]
[distant rattling]
[metal clanks]
Ok. You're not meant to be out here yet.
I... [chuckles] I have a surprise for you.
Just give me one hot second.
So I know Vivian's not here to help you today.
And I also know how passionate you are about your sleep,
so I brought you a bed.
It's not your bed. It's a new bed, but still...
Ames?
I'm just not sure this is...
appropriate, George.
Okay.
Yep.
Sorry. I was just...
in the area for work and I started thinking about
all the potentially horrific things you were sleeping on.
Um...
I know this is...
I guess this is just my way of supporting you.
You can keep it. I mean, we got a bunch of free ones
because we partnered with them for the app.
George.
I guess...
you can take it inside?
Really?
You sure?
You're here.
You can go after that.
Where do you want it?
Upstairs where the workbench is.
- You're sleeping on a workbench? - Mmhmm.
Dear God, it's worse than I thought.
Shut up.
- All right. You grab the frame. - Okay.
I'll grab this mattress. [groans]
Lucky I've been working out.
- [Amy] You okay? - Yeah.
[John] Come back here, you little sissy!
[Hendrix pants, yells]
Whatever it is, I can sort it out.
No! We sorted it out.
- She said we were fine! - Fine?
Charles and Diana had better chemistry at their wedding!
- Oh? Oh? - Yeah! Yeah!
Ok, well and you think your boyfriend's so hot?
Yes. I do, actually.
Okay. Well then.
You may be correct but... [shouts]
- What are you doing? - [shouting]
- Stop it! - [grunting]
[both struggling, grunting]
What are you doing?
- [grunt] - [groans]
[Hendrix] Was that sand?
- No! Get off! - Get off of me!
Oh! Ah! My leg!
[siren wailing]
Stop for a moment please.
- Stop. - [woman screams]
♪
[rave music playing]
[indistinct chattering]
What? Oh!
Oh my fucking God, bitch!
Ritchie said you were dead!
Dead?
What do you mean dead?
[Nikita] Like, dead. Like, deceased.
He said he was going to your funeral like, a month ago?
You guys mean my granddad's funeral?
[all] Oh!
That makes way more sense!
Such a fucking nob that guy.
We were so devs about it.
We were gonna come. Oh, we were gonna come.
It's just you know how triggered I get.
And my psyche says that I need one day a week for me,
and it was that day.
And I... I had tennis.
Guys. We don't need to talk about
my hypothetical funeral, okay?
- Jesus. - So why haven't we seen you?
- I moved. - Oh. Where?
- Dalton's Crevice. - Why?
My nan lives there and says it's all old people.
And they only have a Coles.
She's right about both those things.
So, what have you guys been doing?
[both] We do reels now.
- I'm Candy flipping. - What's that?
It's where you take E and Acid together.
It's for my screenplay.
It's mad good for ideas.
It makes your imagination so vivid.
I mean, my friend Katy took it and forgot who she was,
then had a full blown psychosis,
but you know I think that's just her personality.
I'd be down for that.
[George] No peeking. No peeking.
Ready?
What do you think?
I think...
I don't know why you insist on doing that,
- when I built most of it myself. - Oh, yeah.
But...
thank you.
So where's Viv today?
I don't know.
What do you mean you don't know?
Well...
She's gone.
She...
She was...
really upset.
[crying] And she...
Oh, shit. Hey, hey. What's up?
A boy died here.
Last week.
And he was our friend.
And she left this morning,
and I can't get through to her
and I don't know where she is,
and I am so worried.
Ames. Oh. Hey.
[kisses]
I'm so sorry.
[sighs, sniffles]
[sighs]
- No. - Come on. It's okay.
Mm! No, it's not.
[sighs]
I'm sorry. I...
You left me because I...
treated you badly.
Well, we had faults, but...
Viv...
What?
She's a fucking hurricane, Amy!
I clocked it the moment I met her.
A boy dies and she bails on you?
She's upset. So are you.
Look, I know you like to see the best in people
and it's very sweet,
but maybe she doesn't care about you
the way you think she does.
She cares about me in the way that counts!
She lets me be myself.
I feel like myself here.
Vivian doesn't make me feel like I'm gonna disappear.
Amy.
You're wrong.
I love all of you.
And I think you still love me.
I just don't believe you.
I'm sorry.
You should go home.
[sobs]
[John] Hendrix. Hendrix, slow down.
Oh, come on.
This is why I don't play golf.
[whispers] Oh my god.
[sighs heavily]
Fuck!
All right, I'm sorry, Hendrix.
These were grandad's clubs, John!
I know, I know. I know.
I was just... I was just trying to help.
Hey listen, listen to me, Hendrix.
Ever since mum and dad died,
your grief response
has been to create this, this, this perfect little family.
Yeah and I get it. I get it.
You lost your last one.
But you cannot keep ignoring
what's going on inside this one
because you're afraid of losing it too. You can't.
What? Why you laughing?
- What? - Because.
This is your grief response, John.
Can't you see that?
When they died, you latched onto Viv.
Now you're not allowed to do that, so you went straight for me.
I mean heaven forbid you actually feel something, right?
Actually grieve 'em.
At least I did that.
What?
♪
[birds chirping]
[crow cawing]
[rave music playing]
[laughing] What'd I say?
[distorted] This shit's amazing!
Come on!
[speaks gibberish]
Mum?
What time will you be back?
Louie, I'm so sorry.
- [engine revs] - [tires screech]
[crowd cheering]
[crying]
Viv babe!
[Ritchie, muffled] Yeah.
Mm, yeah, I love the way you do that.
[muffled male voice] Yeah. Who's your daddy?
Who's... Who's the king? Oh.
Yeah, what's my name? Ritchie, girl. Yeah.
[Ritchie moaning]
Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, who's your daddy?
- Yeah, it's Ritchie. - [Amy shrieks]
- Who the fuck are you? - Who the fuck are you!?
Amy! And those are my Sharecrows!
- [groans] Motherfucker. - Stop it!
Stop humping them!
- Stop it! - Ow!
- Amy! - Stop it!
What the fuck are you doing?
Vivian, this greasy man has destroyed our garden!
He's fine!
- [Amy] He's with you? - Yeah. He's a friend.
- [Amy] Well, tell him to leave! - No.
Look, I know you have had a tough day,
but so have I and now it's time we come together and sort it.
This chick your mum or something?
His aura is black and purple-brown!
[gasps] What's purple-brown?
[Amy] Insecurity.
Tell him to leave our garden!
I'm sorry. "Our garden"?
The last time I checked, Amy,
this didn't belong to you at all.
- [clatters] - [Ritchie] Oh shit!
- My bad. - Oh, leave them!
- Leave them alone! - What are you doing?
They're a bunch of fucking rocks, you space cadet!
I'm out.
So, mystery solved, hey?
Our big message from Walt.
Vivian, stop.
You know, for a stupid fleeting second,
I actually started to believe your bullshit.
That we were meant to be here or something.
But the truth is, Amy...
if you'd rolled just a little further
down the road that night,
you probably would've met a pigeon outside the 7-Eleven
who told you your destiny was manning the slushie desk.
No. No, that's not true.
[chuckles] It is.
You just won't fucking listen to me.
You never fucking listen!
You keep feeding me this ridiculous lie
that life is a rainbow destiny sparkle cake.
When it is so not.
I'm not.
I ruin things every time, and I've done it again.
But this time it just hurts
so much more than before we started.
So what do we do then?
I really don't fucking care.
Piss off then.
[Ritchie] Viv, babe! Get in here!
I'm as hard as those rocks. [laughs]
[door unlocking]
[Laura] Roar! I'm a monster!
[Dot] You're not a monster, mum. You're doing it wrong!
[Laura] Am I?
Um, well, what would you like me to...
[Dot] We want dad.
[Laura] I can do it better.
- Roar. - You're boring, mum.
Where's daddy?
You're not our best friend, mamma.
Where's daddy?
- Roar! Roar! - [Hendrix] Hey.
Hi.
You okay?
Ale?
Did you plug the kettle and the toaster in
at the same time again?
John...
I love you.
From the moment I saw you naked,
chasing your cling wrap in that beach in, in Tenerife.
And you have come so far, querido,
my darling.
[flustered breath]
I'm sorry.
♪
I...
I can't.
[door opens and closes]
♪
[sobbing]
I'm sorry.
I had to make sure you were okay.
[car door closes]
How'd you go with Viv?
See?
I'm the only one who loves all of you.
Even the bits that are hard to love.
[rustling]
- [both grunting, moaning] - Vivian, what do you do to me?
You know, I told myself I wouldn't go back here,
but fuck, it feels good to be back here.
You're like a drug, baby.
A special Ritchie drug.
- Tell me you're my drug. - I'm your drug.
[moaning, grunting]
Tell me you don't wash your undies.
- I don't wear undies, baby. - Oh.
Tell me you're a sexy fucking mess.
A sexy, dangerous, filthy, piece of shit
who doesn't care about anything.
- Oh, say it. - Hey.
- Hey stop. - What?
- Just get off. - I'm teetering baby.
- I'm about to come. - Well, teeter on the floor.
[thuds]
What's wrong with you?
Nothing. I'm just not into it.
But you love it when we fuck.
Yeah, well, we fuck weird.
That's why you love it.
Shut the fuck up for a second!
[both panting]
Can I use your bathroom?
- Yeah. - Cool.
- I'll go finish in there. - Don't tell me that!
Oh, my bad.
I was just trying to be sensitive!
Hang in there.
♪
[knocking on door]
[Dane whispers] Stay there.
[door opens]
[Vivian] Hey.
Is that a bat?
It's 3:00 a.m., Viv.
Oh, shit.
What do you want?
I don't know.
Do you want to hang out?
At 3:00 a.m.?
Right. Good point. I'll go.
Look, just... just so you know...
I hadn't had sex before this morning.
Oh...
[softly] Shit.
And you just sort of...
took it.
[chuckles] That's why you were so nice and cuddly.
I was being intimate.
That's generally what people do when they have sex.
It's not what everyone does.
Well, that's what I wanted to do.
So you're mad at me
for not taking your virginity in the right way
when I didn't even know what I was doing?
Well, you should've known.
How the fuck would I know that?
Because you should know these things, Viv!
You should care enough to observe them in people!
Like sure, for a second
I thought that was who you were,
but I guess I was really wrong.
Can I tell you something?
What do you want to tell me?
When I was younger there was this accident.
I don't tell many people this but I lost my parents
and it's made me who I am.
- See... No. - Like this is...
Sorry?
An accident didn't make you like this.
An accident made you sad and it made you angry,
but you chose how you are.
Just like most of my patients choose to be kind
and compassionate and hopeful
when they've gone through the worst things imaginable,
like you!
Maybe underneath all of these excuses,
you are just a bad person.
You think you're a good person, do you?
Yes, I do actually.
You're not a good person, Dane.
You're a judgmental piece of shit.
You judge me, you judge Amy,
you judge anyone who isn't also a fucking box ticker.
No, sorry, not a box ticker,
a motherfucking control freak.
You're so scared of losing control,
you became a psychologist
so you could safety trap your own brain.
- No. - Yes.
And the reason you're so bad at it,
is because
you don't know pain.
You don't know loss,
you don't know anything
except what you've read in a fucking book.
And maybe you got close to it with me,
but now I've broken your dick hymen,
it's all gotten a bit much for you.
♪
What happened?
♪ There's a sky full of light and none of them stars... ♪
She... She...
[sighs]
She said I was a control freak.
And that I haven't lived.
Well, what do you think about that?
♪ In a crowd unfamiliar ♪
♪ I just wanna touch your familiar face ♪
♪ And make friends at the party ♪
♪ I've feared the likes of an age ♪
♪ Just stand in the darkness ♪
♪ And laugh with your heel on its throat ♪
♪ 'Cause not everything ♪
♪ Means something, honey ♪
♪ So say the unsayable ♪
♪ Say the most human of things ♪
♪ And if everything is temporary ♪
♪ I... ♪
♪ Will bear the unbearable ♪
♪ Terrible triteness of being ♪
♪ Alone in my house ♪
♪ Frozen in time ♪
♪ But don't get me wrong now, honey ♪
♪ I am trying ♪