Safe

Until we all meet in Christ,

we are with you and with our sister forever.

We ask this through Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen.

Sorry.

Yeah, right.

So, what now? Beer?

No, we've got a thing. A community barbecue.

Community barbecue? I can see why you're blowing me out.

Come along if you want.

You mean spend my afternoon in a hermetically-sealed cocoon

with overbearing parents and whiny kids?

- It's free food, free beer. - What time does it start?

- - Sorry! My bad.

Oh, great, burgers.

I thought you were ref?

I am, but it would be a crime not to show them my skills on the wing.

It's our throw.

- What? It came off you. - Bullshit.

Oi, mouth!

It's my throw. If you don't like it, take it up with the linesman.

- That's you. - Yeah, exactly.

- Oh! Blatant foul! - Yes!

You saw it.

He's going forward. He's like Ronaldo!

He's Messi. He's going all the way!

He scored! His only score!

It was close.

Hey.

Christopher, are you with us?

It's a family lunch, conversation...

It's always this now, isn't it?

We're raising a generation of mutes.

You want a trade? Guaranteed work? Osteopath.

In 20 years, this lot won't be able to straighten their necks.

Sit right here and mock me. Big idiot.

- Nothing I say has value. - Neil...

Oh, don't "Neil" me, Zoe.

Last time I checked, this was your name.

Yeah, Neil is my name.

Neil, not "Neel."

Like that, "Neel."

You know, you really wear me out.

I'm going to the bathroom.

Nice work.

Why do we bother coming out as a family?

You won't have to put up with it for much longer.

Meaning?

You're not a kid anymore. Work it out.

When your sister's done her exams,

that's it.

We're getting a divorce.

Perhaps we'll get lucky and it'll rain.

And you, a doctor.

Anyone follow you?

No, why?

- How long before we're missed? - Five minutes?

Long enough.

Six, two, six, two...

- Set. - I know how you work the alarm.

You go out, you put it on.

Anywhere, Sia. You pop to a friend's, alarm.

- You walk the dog, alarm. - I get it.

God forbid someone should steal his flat screen.

Flat screen? It's curved. Curved, Lauren.

Sixty-five inches. Costs more than your mother's house.

- Golf clubs? - What?

Romantic weekend? Wedding anniversary?

And we shall have romance, my gorgeous angel.

But we're not getting any younger, and I might need time in between.

- Jojo. - Nine holes. Get a pedicure!

Afterwards, my love,

- woof, woof, woof! - Okay! Can you go now?

Alarm, you.

And no bloody parties.

I have spies next door.

Hey!

Don't fool around with fire.

Prick.

Jenny.

I'm done. I'm going home.

Don't go. Stay.

Later.

She just don't seem herself.

She's okay. It's a phase.

And guess what's a remarkable coincidence? There's a guy on the scene.

Chris.

There's always a guy.

- Is he hot? - Yeah, he's out of your league.

He's not even a kid.

He's, like, our age.

- What? - Well, 20.

Okay, 19.

Nineteen? Christ, a pervert.

Yeah, suddenly she's all secretive.

She doesn't tell me anything.

Do you think they're, uh...

No.

I don't know.

Have you asked her?

Rachel always dealt with this stuff.

She always did the talking.

Listen, I've done something.

Done something? What?

If I tell you, you can't judge me.

When have I ever judged you?

- No, seriously. - Speak.

That tech guy you recommended, BO Ben?

How does he smell that way?

He can never get laid.

What about him?

I got him to install some software on her phone.

It kind of clones her messages and sends them to me.

Wow. You're spying on her.

I'm not spying. I'm worried about her.

I know she's a tough kid,

but the grief she's bottled up, and this guy...

- I haven't looked yet. - You can't.

- I'm her dad. - Tom, she'll kill you, mate.

That is crossing a line.

Hey, Rachel's only wish was that I protect her girls.

So, if it's a choice between doing that or respecting her privacy,

it's an easy choice.

People are entitled to their secrets.

- Bye. - Have a good time.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey! There he is.

- Hurry up and get in. - Took your time.

- All right, mate? - Cool.

Very nice.

- It's my mum's. - Is it? Really?

That's right. Designated drivers drive.

- Designated drinkers... - Yeah!

How do I look?

Love the hair.

- Where are you going? - Secret.

You done your assignment?

No school tomorrow.

Mmm, still needs doing.

Okay.

Mum's watch.

Yeah, it's not for time. I just...

I just like it.

Looks good on you.

Thanks.

See you later.

Where are you going?

Just out with some friends.

- Not too late, okay? - Okay.

- Right, it's there. - Thank you.

- Have fun. - Goodbye.

- Hey! - Oi, chill.

Watch your fucking self.

Who's that?

- You buyin'? - Yeah, go on. How much?

Thank you.

Come on, then!

Down your fucking drink, you cunt!

Go on! Drink it!

Down it! Down it!

Down it! Down it!

Down it! Down it! Down it!

Go on! Drink it! Go on!

- Oh! You took your time. - Wanted to look nice.

Mmm. It was worth the wait.

- Are you off your face? - No.

- Tonight, of all nights... - I'm fine.

- You're wasted. - I'm fucking fine.

I love this tune.

Hey, come on, boys!