The End

It says, "Do not resuscitate."

But love, you're still conscious.

Hey, guys. The approved subjects are school, hobbies, pets, OK?

Yeah. Let's just not talk about anything real.

Nanna!

Mum! Hi!

Ah, thanks for looking after her.

We had fun, didn't we, Mrs Henley?

I don't know these people. I think they're after my money.

She's kidding. They certainly look the type.

OK then, well, you be good now. And no more falls.

And bye-bye. Bye.

Bye-bye.

14 hours with that lilt. Is there no speech therapy in this country?

Right. Let's get you to the car, eh. Let's have a look at you.

A pixie cut with that bone structure?

She's not Audrey Hepburn.

Nanna, I can do that.

Nanna, I can do that. I can manage...

No, Nanna, don't worry. Well, I'm keeping this with me.

It's OK.

I thought Titania decided she wasn't a lesbian?

Mum. Wow.

His name is Oberon. We're using the boy pronouns now.

Just takes practice.

So Edie, how did you fall out the window?

The cottage was on fire. You know that.

Yeah. But how did the fire start? Oberon.

Because didn't the insurance report say...

Let's talk about nice things.

I thought Nanna tried to kill herself

so she could be with Grandpa?

I loved Grandpa.

I miss him every day.

Sorry I just have to check on...

Shouldn't take too long.

Did they give you any blood thinners for the trip?

How are your legs alright or...?

Mum?

You know I would like to bathe at some stage

if that's not an inconvenience, yes?

What sort of flowers are those? They're pretty.

The brochure says this is much more of a country club

than a retirement village. Doesn't it, Mum?

Yes, it's very well-reviewed. Very hard to get into.

I know the urge to punish me is always irresistible.

I can't hear you. Punishing me.

Surely the Southern Hemisphere is bad enough?

I still can't hear you.

You got three-and-a-half bathrooms. It's not a question of space.

No one needs three-and-a-half...

Yes, but with work and Christopher's situation.

I told you when you married that man.

Oh, my god. Mum, can we not...

You have to sometimes go to jail if you're going to do big business.

Seph. It's the Gold Coast.

You know, we should talk about pets. And hobbies.

Hobbies and pets. Mum, you need more care

than I can give you. You drag me all this way

and then just dump me.

We are ten minutes down the road.

Open up.

Open the door.

It's not a nursing home.

You'll still going to have all your independence.

Hello, hi. I'm Kate. This is my mother Edie.

Art Weinberg. I'm looking for my wife.

I left her here somewhere.

So there were four design packages.

And so you went with Tacky?

You know, but you can swap things out.

Add your own personal touches.

Oh, yeah. There's book club, aqua aerobics.

No Lights. No Lycra. Been wanting to try that.

What else? Craft.

You like craft?

Why not install a bed?

I'm not staying here. This is an obscene waste of money.

And setting the house on fire - that was thrifty?

I didn't want you to have to pack it all up!

I wanted it gone. Considerate. Thanks.

You're not even going to ask, are you?

If I'm planning to do it again?

Because I am.

And one day you're gonna come in here and find me dead.

Right, well in the meantime, where's your medication?

Let's get you settled in.

The fruit bats?

You want to take that through the car wash.

The poo will eat through the duco. Yeah, right. Thanks.

Did you know in Ancient Babylonia bats were considered

the Souls of the Dead?

It's a terrific thought.

Hello.

Rumbin Correctional Centre, do you accept the charges?

Yes.

How did it go?

How's Nanna? Any bloodshed?

I re-stocked the top drawer.

You know that Dr Charters can adjust things?

If it's come back?

Nothing about this conversation is OK.

Nothing!

What was that noise?

Nah, just Oberon, having a meltdown.

Are you guys coming to visit before Christmas?

I'd love to see ya.

Oh, don't do that. He needs his whiskers to balance.

I'm making him beautiful.

Put your mum on the phone.

Mum, Dad wants to talk to you. I have work.

No. She doesn't want to talk to you.

She's being very stubborn.

That's alright, Chorky. I'll see you soon.

How's Mrs Peterson?

After lunch, her grandson was there by her, um... What else?

Beth's putting on the pressure about going home again.

OK. I'll talk to them. Thank you.

Oh. Bogan's back. Bed five.

Big smiles now.

He's climbing the walls. Shh Kristina.

Let the lady do her job.

I take more than that for a hangover.

Hey, Mr Bogdanowicz. You had some morphine 15 minutes ago.

Did that shift the pain at all?

I think, a little, maybe.

Is that a lie?

He doesn't want you to think he's wussy.

Alright, can you squeeze my hand. Hard as you can.

Good.

That's good. Right, relax.

And relax, that's good.

Bride or Groom?

Are you a friend of Barbara or Robert?

I'm looking for an off-licence? Join us.

We've plenty.

Did you have a fall? We have to be so careful, don't we?

Gosh, Barb, watch the hip!

His wife, gone now how long? Four months.

Barb started with casseroles, worked her way in.

It's the ratio... 15:1.

Which is why I keep Henry on a short leash.

He doesn't mind. Wouldn't say if he did.

And what did your husband do, Edie? Before retirement?

George was a man of the cloth, Church of England.

The Vicar's wife? I'm surrounded by Atheists.

And is he back at the villa tonight?

No. Cancer of the bladder.

We lost George about six months ago.

His last years were...

Parkinsons. I nursed him myself. wouldn't recommend it.

We were only blathering before. You're welcome to sit here,

with us, anytime. Really?

Because I might be in the market for a husband.

It may not be safe to let them near me.

She's kidding!

Of course she is.

It's mix CD, Old-school but it's just some meditations

and affirmation crap. I thought you could use it.

You shouldn't be worried about my stress levels.

We were doing up a playlist, anyway.

Yeah, I want the whole snot-tears funeral.

Every dick ex-boyfriend is going to sit there and feel so guilty.

Hey. I'm doing the guest list, there'll be no ex-boyfriends.

You'll make an appearance, yeah?

I mean, I get that you normally, probably wouldn't

but I kinda want to be the special patient.

Of course. But really, we're not at that stage yet.

Not even close.

Yes, we are. I'm going home tomorrow.

I know that was the goal we set but I'm concerned,

that with your pneumonia, we won't be able to manage your breathing.

Doesn't matter anymore.

Josh? Can you...

We got some Nembutal.

I can't see that.