Juniper

You all right?

- Yep. - How is boarding going?

- Better than home. - Well,

it's just for the weekend.

- So that's all for her? - Yes.

That's, what, a year's worth?

It's two, maybe three weeks, at a guess.

She drinks that much?

She does.

I thought you hated your mother.

Hate's a strong word.

Where's she sleeping?

She's bringing a nurse with her. She has a broken leg.

Where's she sleeping?

The nurse is in the spare room.

- So she's where Mum was? - She will want the sun.

Sam.

Sam, we're here.

Here. OK.

Come on.

So two people are gonna die in that room now?

No. She's not coming here to die, Sam.

She's coming here to get better and to meet you.

She'll go back eventually.

Her bell still works.

Ooh. You all right there? Ooh.

You sold the horses.

They've gone to someone who can afford to look after them.

What about Grace?

I'm not selling your mother's horse, Sam.

She'll be lonely.

Well, we'll just have to give her more attention then, eh?

Dad!

Dad!

- Samuel? - Sam.

Come closer.

- Turn around. - What?

I want to take a look at you.

Do the girls like you?

Yeah.

Where is Sarah, my nurse?

- Not sure. - And Robert?

- Dunno. - Fuck.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to take me to the bathroom.

The bathroom?

You do have one?

Believe me, this is far more humiliating for me

than it is for you.

Go on, then.

- What? - Leave.

- Blood of Christ. - Body of Christ.

- Body of Christ. - Blood of Christ.

- Body of Christ. - Blood of Christ.

Right.

What do you think of New Zealand?

The 4ft I've seen seem nice.

And Sam?

Sam looks like his mother.

Yes.

I'm surprised you've sent him away.

You always said it ruined your life.

Keeps him out of trouble.

I need you to read this.

Hey!

Don't be a bitch and cry about it.

You missed a good party.

- Tracy Turnbull was there. - Yeah, well,

- I'm not missing the next one. - She has got the best tits!

This tastes like shit.

That's cos gin's not supposed to be drunk straight;

- it's for cocktails and mixes. - So is your mum.

So,

how much does an alcoholic drink, anyway?

Two cases in two weeks.

- That's like a bottle a day. - That's impressive.

Does she shit her pants?

- What? - Nah, I'm serious.

You're a dick.

A kid drowned there once.

How?

Put rocks in his backpack and tried to swim across the river.

Really?

Man, why would you do something like that?

Maybe he wanted to.

- Yes, boys! - Numbers.

Numbers, numbers, numbers! Looking wide. He's looking wide!

- Brother! - Go, go, go! Get him in!

- Get him in! - Come on, boys.

Go, go, go.

- Here! Wide, wide, wide! - Come on, go. Go, boys.

- Fucking mama's boy. - Get up, Sam!

- Go, go, go! - Get him back up.

- Get him back up! - Let's go, boys! Come on, boys!

Come on, boys! Let's get it together! Come on!

- Tackle! - Get up! Get up! Get up!

- Cover. Cover. Watch. - Here!

- Watch. Watch. - Let's go! Let's go!

Tackle! Get in below! Get in below!

Ooh!

- Hey, hey, hey! - Hey, Sam!

Get him off me!

What are you doing, man?

If you miss any rubbish, it'll be in your bed

when you get back.

I won't be in England long.

Sarah will be here the whole time.

I'm heading over to James' for most of it anyway.

No, you aren't.

- What? - I want you here

with your Grandmother.

You don't wanna hang around her.

- I don't have a choice. - Really

Sarah's gonna need your help. I have to sort out Ruth's trust.

It's easier if I do that in England.

- She's your mother. - Yes. I need to be there.

It has to be sorted now.

I'm not looking after that old bitch.

She is an old bitch...

but you're gonna help look after her, whether you like it or not.

She's the one thing stopping us from going broke.

If you're gonna drink my booze- which I assume you are-

stay away from my whisky. All right?

- Sure. - And no parties.

- Sure. - I mean it, Sam. No parties.

Not after last time. I'll crucify you.

- All right. - You'll be fine.

- Hmm? - Yeah.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Thank you for offering to help.

I didn't.

Right.

Well, the main thing is her leg.

The bones were completely severed when she fell,

and her skin can't handle the plaster, hence the splints.

I'll just need your help with moving her, really-

keeping her company, giving me a break.

Look, I'll help, but I don't wanna talk to her.

OK.

Hands here. OK? Up here. That's it.

And one, two, three, lift.

There you go. Good.

- Thank you so much for coming. - Oh. Not at all.

Um...

Ruth?

- This is Reverend Matthews. - Good morning.

Is it?

I thought you might like to talk.

Why did you think that?

Forgive me. How can I help you?

Well, I'm here for you. So we could just...

enjoy a cup of tea, get to know each other.

I don't really do tea.

Or I could offer you communion and absolution.

How do you mean?

Well, if you've got something on your mind - regrets, perhaps-

then... I can absolve you.

I don't have regrets.

Right.

You should come back another time.

We can talk about a deal, maybe.

Excuse me?

I can make a donation to your church. Which church is it?

- Anglican. - Now, I'm not judgmental.

I'm happy to work with anyone for a clean slate.

- How much would it take? - Ah.

500?

A thousand?

A thousand it is.

Look, no...

You do deals with the devil, Madam, not with God.

Oh, come on. A cheque is a far more honest transaction

than listening to my regrets and shame.

Please take it.

You can't just buy your way into heaven.

What can you offer me, then?

Well, if you don't have faith...

then nothing.

Well, then, fuck off.

Out!

Out!

You can't speak to him like that.

I'll speak to whom I like how I like!

You hit him!

- You're going to hell. - I'm already there.

- Hello. - Hey, Dad.

Sam. Good to hear from you.

Um, can you talk?

Yes.

- Is everything all right? - Yeah, uh...

- it's Mum's birthday. - Yes.

I know.

- Are you going to visit her? - I've got something planned.

That's great.

And Ruth?

How's she?

I think she just assaulted someone.

Sounds like everything's normal, then.

- Yeah. Yeah, no, it's fine. - I told you!

Look, I'm...