Frayed

My life fell apart after you left. I know I made a lot of mistakes,

but you weren't there for anyone.

Oh, my God! He's so old!

- Do not tell my dad, OK? Promise me. - OK. OK, I promise.

You know your problem? You don't know how to make money.

- You're paying me for a hand job! - I'm paying you for a hand job.

- I'm going on a date tonight. - It's Monday, you got AA tonight.

I might have found a good buyer for your house.

- Can you afford this? - The vendor has to sell fast.

You've made your choice. You didn't choose me.

- Hey, Jim! - Duncan?

- Did you see Abby Harris today? - She's so hot, man.

- Abby, are you going to the school dance? - Yeah.

I'd love to dance.

- (PHONE RINGS) Get a move on!

Fuckin' hell, you take a long time.

Simone. For once, I'm glad you called.

- I've got some good news. - Oh, my God. Thank Christ.

I don't think I can last here much longer.

- I mean, I am frankly getting treated like shit. - Oh.

I mean, I'm used to having status and...

- Uh-huh. - ... people looking up to me.

Remember that buyer I told you about for your home?

Well, the deal's been finalised.

It was at a slightly knock-down price for a fast sale.

Your good news was that you sold my home

- at a knockdown price? - Yes.

- That house was everything to me. - Oh.

Apparently Liz Taylor once crapped in the toilet.

Have you any idea how hard I've worked to clear your debt,

the deals I've cut? I've sold the yachts, the cars,

the apartments in Colorado, in Portes du Soleil,

the shares, the bonds.

- So, that's it? - Yes.

You officially now have absolutely nothing!

You can start your new life with a clean slate,

and I wish you the very best of luck.

- What the fuck are you doing in here? - Using the toilet.

Well, come on. They're pouring concrete next week! Vamoose!

Sammy, let's clear this shit up.

We need to get a professional clean-up team.

You can't keep getting us to clear the lot.

No way, that costs a fortune. Look, someone just dumped

a bit of shit, OK? Get on with it. What's with the attitude, hm?

Not just because of what happened in Sydney?

I don't give a shit about Sydney.

Good. 'Cos I don't want you getting female about it.

Women always get hurt in emotional shit like that.

Oh, God, are you insane? I needed money.

Precisely. It was a transaction. We both got what we wanted.

Now, I need to get to the steelworks, OK?

Both the investors are coming to check us out.

- Sounds like Sammy did a great job at those meetings. - She was a help.

I was great. You know we can handle

bigger responsibilities than this, Chris.

- Please. You're like a pair of teenagers. - No, we're not.

- YOU are. - Sammy, you live with your mum

- in the house you grew up in. - That is pretty childish.

And Fiona, you're an incompetent imbecile.

- Suck shit. - (CHEERFUL) Good morning, all.

Ah. So, Chris has got you clearing this lot again.

Chris, our photocopier is broken...

Oh, look, Ruthy, I need to race to a meeting,

but I'll tell you what, you can ask Sammy or Fiona.

They can get it done for you, OK.

Sammy, can I have ten copies, please?

- Hey, that's our school crest. - Yes. Ruth is president

- of the parents association. - Oh, fuck me sideways.

Thank you. Thank you. I'm currently arranging

the school dance. It's quite a big responsibility.

Yeah, I used to do that all the time at my kids' school back in London.

- You? - (LAUGHS) No!

The last few dances have been fiascos.

The students are partying way too hard.

You're quite the party girl yourself, Sammy.

My party days, you know, they're behind me.

I've changed. You know, I'd love to help.

We have our list of responsible parents

that we know and trust, and that's why they're on my list.

7pm. I'll be there.

Hey, Ruth. Does that mean I'm on your list?

We'll see about that.

- Did you see that? - Hm.

That's unbelievable.

They didn't think I'm good enough to be on their list.

I'm not having Ruth Nelligan

and Fat Fuck Fogerty judge me.

- Wanna take some weed to the dance? - Oh, my God, Fiona.

Just for once, could you at least try

to think and act like a mature adult?

Are you gonna say shit like that to impress them?

When I wake up, I think, "Not this shit again!"

And...

I just count the hours until I fall back asleep.

I've lost my Bev.

And I'm a mess. I can't eat, I can't sleep.

Why didn't I call that stupid phone number, Lynne?

I don't know. I... I actually don't know

- any of the details of the situation, so... - Well,

basically, Bev doesn't trust my sister and...

Oh, what the fuck is that?

Parallel park?

Does this look parallel to you, Lynne?

- Does it? - (CAR HORN HONKING)

Oh. Look what you've done!

You're causing a bloody traffic jam.

Sorry. - Just wait. Lynne!

Bev doesn't trust my sister, probably 'cos she's been making

all these secret phone calls to England.

Bev wanted me to call this number, this lawyer's number,

and I didn't have the balls.

So she thinks I'm not man enough, and then I'm all alone.

Oh, come on! Lynne!

Oh, you gotta be shitting me.

- (MAN GROANS) - Is that... Bev?

- Suck shit! - Isn't she wonderful?

- Er... - Oh, fuck me! (LAUGHING)

What am I doing, Lynne?

Sounds like you've gotta call that lawyer's phone number.

But I can't. That's Bev's thing. She's the criminal mastermind.

She's good at accents and making up fake names,

- and I'm terrible at that stuff. - I'm sure you can make up a name.

Dan Daniels. No. Erm...

Sam Samuels. Shit!

Timothy Daniels. I'm shit at it.

Well, either you move on,

or you make the phone call. I don't know.

You know what, Lynne?

You're right.

I'm gonna make that fucking call.

Shit! Tess, careful!

Uncle Jim said it's almost impossible

to kill someone with an air rifle.

So, you know how my parents said I could go to the dance,

if my grades improve?

Well, I got my essay back.

- I got an 11 out of 20. - (GASPS)

Last time I only got a 7 out of 20.

So, that's like an 80% improvement. (CHUCKLES)

Yeah, well, we'll work on your maths today.

I'm going to go to the dance!

Abby, why is everyone so excited about the dance?

Because there's music and it's dark

and everyone's gonna be there.

You're gonna love it. It's gonna be fun,

- and I'll look after you, so it'll be good. - Abby, this is really good.

You've gone up a whole level just from one study session.

Look, you've even called Macbeth "tragically flawed",

not "a bit of a spaz".

Well, let's have a quick ciggy and then I need your help with trig.

While we're outside, we might get a tan.

- What? - We might get a tan.

Tan is a trigonometry term.

Don't do that at the dance.

You sure you know what you're doing?

It's just... If Abby's there,

I want her to see I've got moves, you know?

OK. Watch and learn.

Shit, that was amazing. Do more.

Oh, no, I can't. That's the trick. You only really need three moves,

then you act bored and go get a drink.

People will assume you can do more. Let's start with the first move.

So, you put your arm out like that.

Your right arm. Straight. Over.

Yeah. And then back, and back.

- Over, over. What are you boys doing?

- (GASPS) Kung fu. - Tuning vintages.

More like you two were dancing.

- (CHUCKLES) No way. - No.

Wait. Actually, isn't the school dance coming up?

- Ah, yeah. - Yeah, I think it might be.

You, er... Are you going?

'Cos we're going in the Bentley, if you want a lift...

- ... with us. - Yeah, fuck, yeah.

Turning up to the school dance in a Bentley, that's so funny.

Hey. You're practising your moves for the dance.

No. God, why does everyone think...

Well, guess what? I'm gonna be a chaperone.

Yeah, you kids are so out of control,

they want parents they can trust keeping an eye on you.

- So you're actually going to be there? - Mm-hm.

Got a new outfit and everything.

Yeah. This is gonna be the most boring dance of your life, kids.

I'll be watching you like a wolf. Keeping an eye on you at all times

- along with all the other responsible parents. - You?

- What the hell does that mean? - (CHUCKLES) Sorry.

What are YOU laughing at? Abby! Don't smoke.

It's really bad for you. Not cool.

I'm gonna get on this list.

- Well... ? - (CHUCKLES) No.

- They're not exactly my colours. - I meant for me!

- No. - Why not?

- Because it's mutton dressed up as lamb. - Ouch.

We should pack some warm gear. It gets cold in the vineyards at night.

- Jean, is that you? Jean? - Oh!

I did not recognise you.

- Your hair! It's so short. - Oh...

Well, I love it. I think it looks great.

- I'm Peter. - Oh. Sorry.

Er, yeah, Rebecca, Shirley, this is Peter.