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-Hello, Leo. -Oh, Nina, howdy.
How's your afternoon?
Good. Good, great, great. How's yours?
-Great. Yeah, mine's great, too. -Yep.
-You going this way? -Sure am.
-Um... -What?
Nothing.
And, that's it. You're off the clock.
-Cheers. -Cheers. Hey.
- Hey. - Hello.
- Oh! -Want some?
No thanks, I've got two hours left. Leo?
No. No, not for me either, thanks.
-Could I have... Is this for me? -Is it?
-Yeah, yep. - Hey.
-Oh, I'm going this way, too. -Oh, great.
Yep.
Ha! Nina, hi.
- -Sorry.
Ah, I've been meaning to say to you
just because of how we are and have been, um...
Is that you?
What?
-Is that your phone ringing? -Oh, yeah.
-You get that. -No, it's just my Dad. I'll call him back.
-You-you talk to your dad. -No, I'll call him back.
-Okay. -Was there something you...
Yes.
There is ah, a possibility that I'm...
going out with someone.
Seeing someone.
He's waiting for a response. Respond.
Respond now.
Great!
-That's not very convincing. -Oh, no you are...
I'm so happy for you, Leo.
You don't have to get my approval.
-Oh. -
I just want you to be happy in your life, Leo.
Bravo!
-I'll just go now. -Okay.
Great response, Nina.
Seeing someone. Leo's seeing someone.
He's moved on, which is good.
Cherie?
What happened?
I just got a call.
It's Darcy.
He's had a heart attack.
Oh, no. Oh, no.
And...
He's dead.
Billie.
Hey.
Hi.
Mick and I have been researching,
and the Internet says that the way we manage
the next few days could affect relationships
for years to come.
What?
I'm reestablishing a profound connection with you.
-You're staring at me. -Let me reconnect with you.
-I'm driving! -Don't sabotage it.
Oh, Zoe.
Oh, you've grown up so much!
Oh, darling, I've missed you.
- Zoe. Zoe. -Mummy!
Hello, darling.
I can't begin to imagine the pain you're in.
-Hey, Billie. -Oh!
Cherie.
You might not want to talk yet, but when you do,
I want to listen.
-Have you been on the Internet? -Yes.
Thanks for noticing.
So, please. Dad. I'm confused. What happened?
Well, Cherie took the call from the cruise company.
What was Dad doing on a cruise?
Oh, they offered him free trips because he's so good with the ladies.
Dad was a gigolo.
So where's Dad now? I mean...
The ship's docked in New Caledonia and they're flying Dad home from there.
In the cargo hold of a plane?
Yeah.
All right then. I have been online.
Please be seated.
I have been thinking about what Dad would have wanted.
Wouldn't you normally consult a will to find out what someone wants?
I found a will.
Well, not so much a will.
I dug around in the shed.
It's from 1976, which is a while ago now.
This will's made out in the name of Peter Proudman.
It's time I told you something about your father.
-What, his name was Peter? -Yes.
Darcy was his middle name?
I've seen his name on contracts. Darcy Proudman? Peter?
He thought Peter Proudman picked a peck of pickled... Whatever.
"No one is to wear black.
It must be a celebration of being alive, not a dirge."
But the celebration of his life is to be in the Edinburgh Gardens
-and he wanted to be buried there. - No, no, no.
That's outdoors. It's ridiculous.
And impossible. You can't be buried there.
Well, the rest of this is all about music. There's a list of songs.
Well, that was what was important to him.
And there's something here about you singing a song?
Yes, that's true. We had a deal.
Whoever dies first, the other one has to sing "Wild Thing" at their funeral.
-Oh. -I always thought it would be him singing
at my funeral.
I'm not doing it. I can't. I won't.
I have to.
I will.
That was quite a journey.
There's nothing here about the distribution of assets.
It was 1976. We didn't have anything.
Well, except a daughter. Hello, over here.
We weren't about possessions.
I was his wife. If he died, I got everything.
Well, Mum, a lot's happened since 1976.
I don't think we can count this as a will.
We're all adults.
I mean, the important thing is looking after Ray.
Excuse me.
I've been trying to...
I don't know how I'm going to protect him from this.
Oh, um, there's something.
I was looking through some of Darcy's things
and I found on his desk a business card.
I don't think it's from long ago.
It was right there on top of a pile of papers.
Darcy was seeing an estate lawyer. If that helps.
It's somewhere to start.
Night night, darling. Sweet dreams.
Hi, my beautiful boy.
That's a good boy.
Very good.
Goodnight, Alfie.
I have a confession.
Is this a standing up confession?
-Yep. -Oh.
Five weeks ago I needed an extension for an essay,
and I told them that my father-in-law had died.
I'm saying...
I already used Darcy's death as an excuse,
and I can't use it again. It's pathetic.
You're not angry?
No, it's hilarious, don't you think?
Dad would have loved that.
-I'm a terrible person. -No, you're not. Come here.
Oh, this, this place.
It's even more amazing in person than Skype.
It's just...
- What's that? -It's nothing.
No, Neens, don't, no.
-What is-- -No, no, don't! No, no, no!
Neens, Neens, it's a wish jar, okay?
Just don't laugh.
It's... It's stupid. It's a stupid thing I've been doing, but I've...
It's just putting something out there into the universe,
not that I believe in anything. It's...
Just don't... laugh.
What are you wishing for?
Oh, world peace.
A house in Tuscany.
Everyone living next door to me, that kind of thing.
Thank you for having me to stay.
Oh, you don't have to thank me. This is your home.
It hasn't hit me.
Dad. Has it hit you?
I keep thinking if I could just have a moment where it hits.
But it doesn't.
I just want to keep working,
get through the day without a million questions about Dad.
Ah, hello, who?
- What are you doing here? -Ah, I'm glad to be busy.
I want to be working.
Excuse me.
I'm so sorry about your father, Nina.
I heard.
Thanks, Lawrence.
Your blood pressure's a little higher than I'd like.
There's no protein in the urine so you're not in pre-eclampsia.
But the condition could advance.
It could. So we're monitoring, and we're prepared.
I really want a natural birth.
- Yeah. -If it's possible.
-I know. -Mm.
With gestational hypertension we do have to be vigilant,
but at this stage,
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