Here we have a case of two greedy lovers
who killed a respected town matriarch
all so they could inherit
her cattle property, known as Airly Downs.
We don't fuck the help. You're gonna make a fool of yourself.
You're just jealous, Mum.
Bernice Price was notoriously disliked.
People would have been lining up to knock the old bitch off.
Mum's fallen in the well and they can't get her out!
Came as a shock her injuries weren't consistent with a fall.
What kind of implement would make an impression
like this in a human skull?
Having two defendants is one of the challenges of this case.
Those two are obviously comparing briefs.
What happens on circuit stays on circuit.
Who do we want on the jury?
I want hardworking young men who'll sympathise with him,
younger women who'll sympathise with both of them.
The prosecution are probably going to try
and push a couple of older women through.
- Fuckin' hell. - Yeah, it's down here.
- Watch the fuckin' road, man!
- Fuck!
The fuck was that?
It's the fuckin' Tunkwell sign.
Morning, Patrick.
Look, um, listen.
If I don't seem to be cross-examining much today,
it's nothing to worry about.
Today's witnesses affect Sasha's defence more than they do yours.
You're doing well, Patrick.
Keep up that neutral expression in court, alright?
Yes, perfect. You're killing it.
No, no. Hey, hey. Hey.
I asked Nina about a visit. What's happening?
Um... yes.
Kelly is giving evidence,
so she won't be able to visit until after the trial is over.
But, um... by that time,
I trust you will be a free man
and you'll be visiting her instead, alright?
Yeah. Good.
All done.
- Will it hold? - Yeah, Kelly, it'll hold.
If Casey doesn't jump on it again.
Hey? No monkey business, my little monkey, alright?
How's it going at Airly Downs?
Yeah, no, it... it's good.
So she's fallen for you?
How do you keep pulling the wool over smart women's eyes?
I don't know. Why don't you tell me?
She's desperate.
Yeah.
Hey, um...
I'll, um...
I will get you the money, right?
How soon?
Hey, I've got uniforms, shoes, Dylan's birthday.
Yeah, yeah. It...
It's happening.
Those bloody kids next door!
I mean, who would let their kids just...
Honestly!
At least a dozen eggs they've smashed.
They're nothing but trouble, those people.
Mum, no! That is your lunch.
You have that when the carer comes.
Leave that.
Where are you going?
I've got the court case, remember?
The murder trial. Bernice Price.
Bernice Myers.
Yeah, she married the elder boy Price.
Yeah, that'd be right.
♪ells Hills girls go round and round
♪Washing in the morning... ♪
It's OK. It's OK, hey.
- Hey. Mum? - ♪ashing in the... ♪
Mum, it's OK.
It's OK.
Who are you?
I'm Thelma.
I'm your daughter.
Remember?
Look, here.
Why don't you read your paper?
Had a bit of a look at her
and most of the damage is underneath, mate.
- She's not good. - Yeah, right.
Not good.
Told the old man the starter motor's playing up, alright?
So that's why she's off the road.
We can't claim insurance.
And we fucked up and took off.
It's all over the bloody news, but.
Ahh. Fuck, 'eh?
And, Pete, hey, none of this can get back to Dad, alright?
He trusted us with his delivery.
No shit.
OK, uh...
I'll talk to Ryan. He'll fix it, he'll keep his mouth shut.
OK. He's gonna have to do it here. And fast.
Yeah, yeah. It's all good. It's all good.
We'll sort it. It's alright.
OK, what about the south-west run, mate?
You're meant to be leaving today.
I can get my hands on another truck.
I'll just call in a favour.
I'll do the trip while this is getting fixed, yeah?
Yeah?
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, chill. It's... not the end of the world.
Who puts a fuckin' welcome sign
in the middle of the road anyway?
Eh?
- Sure, mate. - Yeah.
Just keep the doors shut, alright?
And keep a low profile, man. Just...
- I'll see you later. - Alright.
Chill out!
Yeah.
- Deep breaths, yeah?
Hang on!
Hello. Are you Winston?
Teddy Hardcastle from South West Region Healthcare.
I'm here to check your vitals, darl, and make sure you know
how to use those catheter bags they gave you.
They told me they were sending a nurse.
I think you're looking at him.
Look... People don't listen.
I am the foreman on a jury for the next four weeks.
You'll have to come back after that.
Uh, you'll need me before then.
Um, here. Take this.
So you're on the Price trial?
Juicy story!
Thank you. I've got your card.
- Uh, nice to meet you, Winston. - Yes.
Bloody idiots.
Cafe latte and two cannoli?
Thank you.
Oh!
Whew!
Oh, shit.
- I gotta go. - OK. I'll see you at dinner?
Yeah.
I just saw the bigwig lawyer out the front.
Bit of a silver fox, isn't he?
- You know Claudia's on the jury? - Ma!
Well, let him know if he wants to
marry a single mum, my hand's up.
- 'Bye! - 'Bye, hon.
'Bye, Rosa.
Oh, did you see
we've got another whodunnit in town to solve?
What?
Some idiot ran into the 'Welcome to Tunkwell' sign.
Oh, you know, I read about that.
Yeah!
And they had gotten this local designer, very talented,
to design it, to paint it.
- Such a shame, isn't it? - Yeah.
Maybe it's a sign...
..that we're not welcome in Tunkwell.
I think it's a sign
that some people just have no respect these days.
First witness hasn't shown up, apparently.
- Great.
This isn't good enough, Mr Prosecutor.
You got any other witnesses lined up?
- No, Your Honour, but... - Then get one.
Anyone.
With respect, Your Honour, um...
The State needs to call the well evidence at this stage
for the chronology of the case.
I don't care, Mr Prosecutor.
Get a witness. Now.
There... there is no other witness
at court yet, Your Honour.
My solicitor's calling but the witness isn't answering.
We're endeavouring to track him down now.
Finally showed your face.
Bernice.
I'm happy to clear up any problem you got with the well
as long as you fix up the invoice that you owe me first.
I don't pay until the job's done.
Haven't been able to pump for three days.
Well, the pump'll probably be fixed once I service the filter.
It's not the bloody filter! It's the electrics.
But since you smell like a brewery at this hour,
I'm not surprised you can't tell your arsehole from a spanner.
Just pay it. Fuckin' pay it, Bernie!
I'll pay it when I can fuckin' pump!
You can't be reasonable, can you?
I've got subbies that I owe on this job.
I've gotta pay 'em!
Fuck it.
I'm just gonna sit here
and I'm not leaving until you give me the money.
Is that right?
Well, let's see what I've got for ya.
Fuckin' bitch.
- Jesus, Mum. - For fuck's sake, Bernie!
This shottie belonged to me old man.
It's got a dicey trigger.
So I'd reverse outta here if I were you.
You're fucked in the head!
You're crazy, Bernie. Fuck you!
What qualifications do you have, Mr Bevan?
I'm a certified electrician, plumber
and I've got an engineering diploma.
Epic slashie, hmm?
Shh!
On the screen, you'll see photographs
of the well at Airly Downs.
Can you explain your connection to this well?
Uh, yep.
Refitted it two years ago.
Can you explain how these wells work?
The idea is you pump from a river
or a water source
about 50 to 200 metres onto a property.
The pump is in the well shaft.
And when you turn it on, it pumps the water up the shaft,
into the well,
and then it can be pumped out onto the property.
It's, um, used for crop irrigation
or drinking water for livestock.
I see.
What are those rungs for?
To access the lower levels of the well.
Would it be easy for an adult to fall in?
Someone like Bernie,
who was very capable, very able-bodied,
wouldn't just fall in.
Objection, Your Honour.
The witness is not qualified to answer this
unless he also has a medical diploma.
Mr Prosecutor, the witness isn't qualified
to decide how able-bodied Mrs Price was.
Sorry about that.
I instruct the jury
to ignore the witness's last comment.
Sorry. It's not like Chris to call on a court day.
House better be burning down.
So you've got that well digger covered?
Oh, fuck off.
A 10-second distraction and you're implying I'm off my game.
Well, I welcome those 10-second distractions
to pull down the prosecution.
And lucky for you, you have brilliance on your side.
Yeah, yeah... No, no, no, Dad.
You don't have to get onto the truck sales guy, mate.
It's just a glitch.
No, they'll fix it and not charge us anything, obviously.
OK, well, why don't you just let me handle it, mate? You...
Yeah, it's covered by warranty, but you don't...
No, no. Dad, you don't have to do that, mate.
Oh, shit!
Shit.
- Pete! Pete!
Pete!
Is that roller door locked, mate?
Uh, I don't know.
What are you doing here?
My fuckin' dad's outside, mate.
- What? - Just keep it fuckin' quiet, OK?
He's after the warranty papers.
- Hey. - Just on my lunch break.
Um, wasn't sure where I filed 'em,
so I thought I'd save you the trouble.
Oh, thanks, mate. I'll leave 'em for you when I'm done.
Oh, hey, Dad?
You mind, um...
..just giving us a ride back to the courthouse?
Knee's playing up a bit, so...
Alright?
- Yeah, come on. - OK.
I'd like to get grounds for reasonable doubt
on the basis of what she owed him.
Yeah, could get it.
Mmm, God, I'm gonna
roll out of this circus if you keep buying me these treats.
Fuck.
What?
You know the, um...
..WA Safe report stated that
all the electrics were fully functional,
but it didn't mention the internal light.
So Rana has been badgering the guy who did the report
to give us the broken light in writing and...
- And it was working?
It says here that "All the electrics were fully functional,
"including the internal light."
Shit.
Well, someone's wrong.
Or someone's telling fibs.
Let me take that for you, ladies.
- Thank you. - Thanks!
- Thank you. - No worries!
Alright, it's my turn to bring something yummy tomorrow.
What about some dal palak?
- Yes! - If you can handle spices.
- I love spice. - Oh, I love spice too.
But that's because of your Indian heritage.
Oh, maybe!
Liam Bevan's old man
was a really good electrician.
We used to hire him for building inspections.
I've heard Liam's pretty shit, though.
I don't... I don't mind Liam.
Oh, I almost used Bevan's company
when we were installing a water jet blaster, but, um...
..I ended up with another outfit.
- They were cheaper. - Yeah.
That mill must be a goldmine for ya.
I'm, um...
I'm... putting it on the market.
Oh! You should come and see us.
Corporate real estate is our forte.
After all...
Winston, you know all real estate is my forte.
- Business cards at 40 paces.
Look, I know how to find you both, OK?
So thank you.
So any plans for the future?
- Uh, permanent retirement.
Mmm!
Oh, hey!
I saved a piece of Thelma's pav for you.
Oh, no, I'm good, thank you.
Big boy like you, champ? Come on, eat up!
Jesus, Ian, will you quit it with the 'champ' shit?
Sorry.
Fuck, sorry.
- I'll have it. - Yeah?
I don't know much about wells,
but I know about drinkers.
You OK?
And Liam's nine parts alcohol, one part water.
We're not here to judge the witnesses
and basing our opinions on
if you like him or not
or whether his father was a better tradesman
isn't relevant.
Yeah, but we are meant to have an opinion about
whether or not people are honest.
- Mmm. - Yeah.
- Oh, thank you. - True.
Lovely.
Mr Bevan, in your phone records,
it shows that you received a call from Mrs Bernice Price
the day before she died.
And in that call, you talked about the well. Is that correct?
Yep. She reckoned the power had gone out on the pump
and she wanted me to fix it.
And did you fix it?
I told her not until she paid
the money she owed me, but she didn't agree.
And how much did Mrs Price owe you?
Pretty much the whole lot. She hadn't paid me since...
I asked you how much did Mrs Price owe you.
$94,500.
And did she tell you why she hadn't paid it yet?
She reckons there was an issue with the pump's electrics,
but really, it's just 'cause she's a tight-arse.
That's your opinion of Mrs Price? That she's a...
How did you put it? A 'tight-arse'?
Well, it's not just my opinion.
She owed money to pretty much everyone all over town.
Objection, Your Honour. Hearsay.
Just stick to the facts, thank you, Mr Bevan.
Well, they are facts.
Blokes had warned me that she had unpaid and open accounts
at practically every company all around town.
She was famous for being stingy.
- Hey! - Hi.
Uh, listen, word of warning.
Steer clear of Mum for a bit, hey?
Why?
I need to talk to her.
What about?
Nothing's hit my account. Nothing.
Fuck.
I'm sorry. Um...
Uh... let me talk to her.
It's not your problem, right?
Well, it kind of is,
'cause she's suss that we're seeing each other
and she's not happy about it, so...
It's not about us, though, is it?
It's about what I'm owed for work. You know that.
Yep. Look, I'll get you the money, alright?
It's just best if you...
Just keep your distance, just for... just for now.
Mr Bevan, in Mrs Price's farm work book...
If you could just pass that to Mr Bevan.
..there are a dozen entries in which she says,
"The well is working erratically."
Uh... could you shed any light on those entries?
Well, I guess she just wrote it in there
so when I sued her for payment,
that she'd have a history of it not working.
So you're saying that Mrs Price,
a highly successful farmer,
falsified records in order to avoid litigation?
Is that what you're implying?
- Yes. - And do you have proof of that?
She was notorious for tampering with her water meter.
I'm asking if you have any proof of this notoriety, Mr Bevan.
How do you prove someone's a liar and cheapskate?
- Your Honour... - Mr Bevan.
I've already warned you.
Facts.
Not interested in your opinion.
Mr Bevan, did you inspect
the light in the well on the night that Mrs Price died?
No, I did not.
So it is possible, isn't it,
that the light wasn't working that day,
as my client, Sasha Price, told police.
Well, it's hard to know, because your client's a liar too.
- Mr Bevan! - Your Honour.
One more outburst and I'll find you in contempt of court.
The jury will ignore the witness's last comment.
Do you wish to continue questioning, Ms Nelson-Moore?
No, Your Honour. No further questions, thank you.
I have questions for the witness, Your Honour,
if he can stick to facts.
Mr Colby, that is all I wish for.
Thank you, Your Honour.
Mr Bevan, would you clarify -
was there a problem with the well?
No, there was not.
But you knew that Mrs Price
was spreading word around town
that your work was faulty, didn't you?
Yeah, I heard she was badmouthing me.
Would you say that you had a grudge against her for this
and for the, um...
..$94,500 debt?
Would you?
Well, I wasn't the only one she was badmouthing.
- I was in good company. - Yes or no, Mr Bevan?
You didn't think highly of Mrs Price after that, did you?
No.
You were angry with her, weren't you?
Yes, but...
No buts. Yes or no.
- Yes.
Now, your friend,
Graham Yacek,
told police that the day before Mrs Price's death,
you said you were going to Airly Downs
"to fix the problem once and for all".
Is that right?
Yep, I said it.
Hm. But you've just given evidence
that there was no problem with the well, haven't you?
Yes.
So the only problem you intended to fix
was Mrs Price herself.
I don't like what you're getting at.
No more questions. Thank you.
Oh, Liam Bevan won't have impressed the jury.
What I am concerned about is this WA Safe report.
What's wrong with it?
You told Rana, you told me,
you told the police
that your mother tripped in the dark,
that the light wasn't working the day your mother died.
And now this inspector is saying,
"Oh, it was working two days after."
Someone must have fixed it.
I questioned the WA Safe witness.
He didn't touch it, and there was a police officer on duty
making sure that nobody tampered with it.
Well, I don't know, then.
According to everyone,
the well was working, the light was functioning.
Hey.
If it's not true...
..just tell me.
No, no. The light was broken.
Are you sure?
Are you calling me a liar now as well?
Well done on Liam Bevan.
That, uh, inspection report
really doesn't help my client, though.
It didn't do mine any harm.
Oh, please don't use it as your cue to divide and conquer.
Only thing I was hoping to divide and conquer
is a bottle of red - with you.
That's if family matters allow.
I'm sorry, Colby.
Is there something you'd like to say to me?
No, I think I've got it sufficiently off my chest now.
Mmm.
Sasha said you came to stay with her after the accident.
I came down as soon as I heard about Auntie Bernie.
So you were there
before the inspector came to look at the well?
Yeah, looking after Sasha. She was a mess.
Right.
Did you see anyone go near the well
before the inspector looked at it?
No, there was police tape around it.
But he was in the house with us the whole time.
- Who? - Neal Collins.
He said he was there to make sure
Sasha didn't touch anything before the inspection,
but since he was in the house with us,
that wouldn't have stopped anyone else from doing it.
Did you see anyone at the well or on the property
in those two days?
No, but no-one was watching Patrick, were they?
Can't I get them for Holy Communion present, please?
Rosa, come on. Don't be silly, OK?
You don't get rollerblades for Holy Communion. Come on.
Hey.
Why the sudden obsession with rollerblading, huh?
Stacey and Emma said
I can't hang out with them unless I can do it.
Really? It's the new cool, huh?
Well, you don't want friends like those two, OK, Rosa?
And you've got plenty of nice friends at school.
Mama, it's not fair.
Claudia got to have rollerblades when she was a kid.
- I've seen pictures! - Mm-hm.
Well, it is the only thing to do...
- Stay out of it, please. - All the kids...
- I said stay out of it. - I'm just saying.
I don't want you chiming in on your sister's upbringing, OK?
That is enough.
- Just because she's on my side. - Oi!
What your mother says goes. No more talking back.
Ro...
Don't look at me like that.
Go get her, Claudia.
Go.
- Mum's noodles. - Yeah.
Looks great, Dad.
Yeah, thanks for doing that.
Uh, before we, um... begin our feast,
I have something very important to tell you.
I put the mill on the market.
Whoa!
When did you decide that?
I decided when I was told I have terminal cancer.
It's alright.
You've still got plenty of time.
Plenty of time for what?
You never visit.
You never make an effort. Not since your mother passed.
Am I wrong?
But you can make up for it now before I go.
And if you don't,
you'll find yourselves out of my will.
Sit down.
- I need a cigarette. - Sit.
All good on my end, mate.
How you going?
What's Dad doing here?
- We good? - Yep.
Everything alright?
Yeah, just thought I'd swing by and make sure all's well.
Yeah, all good. We just finished loading.
We're all locked up.
Thanks for sourcing the truck.
Yeah, no worries.
Your mother's expecting you and Alice for dinner.
Yum! We'll be there soon.
Yeah, no, cool.
Oh, hey, Dad, you reckon
Pete can come have some food before he takes off?
Big drive.
Yeah, mate. Sure thing.
Sweet. Alright. See you at home.
- See you at Mum's. - Yeah.
Well, I can't get anything out of Joey about the trial.
And the girls from my book club have been hounding me every day!
If it makes you feel better,
he's not telling me anything either.
He told me old Bernie got bitten
by her neighbour's dog and fell down the well.
No, he's... he's obviously kidding.
Have you boys heard anything on the grapevine
about how the Tunkwell sign happened to get wrecked?
- Mmm, I doubt it'd be locals.
Bloody coward, whoever it was.
Not owning up.
- Hey. - Huh?
Why are you laughing, mate? It's not funny.
Oh, I'm not laughing.
I just... had some food stuck in my throat.
Fuckin' drink some water.
Shit.
Ah!
Hey!
Finally she picks up. Thanks for calling me back.
Chris, I'm sorry. You did call on a trial day.
Yeah, I called at 7am this morning,
7pm yesterday - we had an agreement.
I did call back in the only moment I had.
You didn't pick up.
Is everything alright? Are the kids OK?
Yeah. Yeah, they're fine. Can you speak now?
Honey, I've got five minutes.
I just had dinner with the judge
and Colby's gonna be here in a minute.
We're gonna tackle tomorrow's brief, so...
Yeah, yeah. OK, you go be with the boys.
Oh, come on, Chris. That's not fair.
None of their wives are calling them in court.
- Yeah, OK. Yeah, got it. Got it. - Come...
Fuck.
Good morning, my girls!
Good morning, my darlings.
Did you lay me some eggs today?
Hello, girls. Sorry, I'll just take these eggs very quickly.
Always afraid of doing this.
Look, there's the crazy chicken lady.
- Oi! Get off there!
I told you, you stick to your own side, you kids!
Mr Churchill.
After 24 years as Bernice Price's solicitor,
did you know her well?
Yes, I did.
You had a good relationship with her?
Yes, very good.
When was the last time your saw Mrs Price?
On the morning of the day she died.
Did you have a conversation with her?
Yes.
She said she was going to make an appointment soon
in regard to her will.
I see.
Who is currently the beneficiary of Mrs Price's will?
Her daughter, Sasha Price.
Thank you.
Can you verify this is an aerial photograph of Airly Downs?
Yes, it is.
- That whole thing's Airly Downs? - It's huge.
- It's massive. - ..six years ago, Mrs Price
consulted you about changing the way
Airly Downs was owned and run.
What were her plans for the future?
Yeah, she was talking about setting things up
so that Sasha would take over the running of Airly Downs
on a day-to-day basis.
Handing over the reins?
Yes, but Bernice never felt confident
in Sasha's ability to run the business.
She never put it in Sasha's name.
Did Sasha resent this?
- Yes. - Objection, Your Honour.
The witness cannot make a supposition about
my client's state of mind.
I'll rephrase the question, Your Honour.
Did Bernice tell you
she thought her daughter resented her for this?
Yes, she did.
Under normal circumstances,
if her mother had died of an accident,
how much money would Sasha stand to inherit?
Well, the bulk of Bernice's estate was Airly Downs,
and based on current agricultural prices,
the property's worth is upwards of $20 million.
Thank you.
No further questions, Your Honour.
Mmm.
Well, I gotta say it.
It's a powerful motive to kill.
Any parent who holds their will over their daughter's head...
..must be a pretty low kind of person.
Mmm. A total bully.
- Did I just miss something?
OK.
Oh, fuck!
Fuck! Ugh!
Oh, fuck.
Fuck. Shit.
Oh!
Oh, you fuckin' idiot!
- It's a bit spicy. - Is it? Sorry!
Oh, it's alright.
So what do we reckon about the murder now, folks, eh?
Time to blow the hooter?
Game over or what?
It is not over until we've heard all the evidence, Ian.
And it's not right that you keep trying to sway our opinions.
- You're right.
Jesus.
Jesus! Didn't quite shake enough there, mate.
Oh, the damn tap came off in my hand!
It, uh, spurted everywhere.
I've reported it.
Oh, good.
- Can I get you a tea? - No, I'm fine. I'm fine.
Mr Churchill, would you describe yourself
as having a personal relationship with Bernice Price?
Certainly.
She, uh, confided on personal matters?
Yes, she did.
So what did she say, then, about her daughter's relationship
with Patrick Harrows?
She disapproved.
Did she ever specifically say she disapproved
of Patrick Harrows?
Not in so many words, but I understood she...
Uh, Mr Churchill, if you could just answer the question.
Did Mrs Price say
that she disapproved of Patrick?
No.
No. Thank you.
No further questions, Your Honour, thank you.
Hey. Uh...
- I'll be a tick. - Yeah, alright.
Hey.
Hey, hey, um...
So this'll just tide you over for a little bit.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
You know, I... Nuh, uh...
I don't want your money.
- Come on. Don't be stupid. - No, I don't want your money!
Sash, I just wanna be paid for, you know, what I'm owed,
fair and square, come on.
Well, you just have to be patient, then,
because she pays, just eventually.
Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure.
It's not just about the money, though, is it, eh?
We're not kids, alright?
And I don't wanna go sneaking around.
We just need to give her time
just to trust you.
I can fuckin' do it simple.
Come on, come on.
Mr Churchill, it was more than
a client-solicitor relationship, wasn't it?
We were friends.
It was a meeting of minds.
I introduced her to Persian poetry and she enjoyed it.
Delightful.
What a... surprising thing
to have in common with a lady farmer.
- Hm!
Now, you've given evidence that you had absolute knowledge
of Mrs Price's business and legal affairs.
That's right, isn't it?
Yes, Bernice told me everything.
Yes, she told you everything.
So knowing Mrs Price so well,
you'd have surmised that her comment
about wanting to see you about the will
implied that she was going to remove Sasha
as a beneficiary.
I can't know for sure what her intention was,
but that is a common reason to change a will.
So since you knew everything about Mrs Price, I assume
that you were aware that on the morning of her death,
she discovered that her daughter,
Sasha Price, was pregnant
with her first child.
Were you aware of that?
Were you aware of that, Mr Churchill?
No, I wasn't.
Ah.
She didn't tell you that she was expecting her first grandchild,
a baby conceived with my client...
..Patrick Harrows?
No.
So in fact, in a moment of personal joy,
it's quite possible that she was making an appointment with you
not to remove Sasha as the chief beneficiary,
but to change her will to incorporate her new grandchild.
That's possible, isn't it?
Well, knowing Bernice, I don't think...
Yes or no, Mr Churchill.
- Yes, it's possible. - Yes.
Thank you.
No more questions.
I told Ray.
I told him they'd do it.
Just use your own bin!
Not hard.
It is completely normal
to have accidents while you're getting used to it.
And I can explain the process as many times as you need.
Can even do a dance if you want.
And as much as I love your grand palace,
you might wanna clear some space too.
What's my space got to do with my cancer?
Well, some of the medication can make you woozy,
you'll need the bathroom more in the night.
You don't wanna trip and break a bone, do you, love?
Mate, there is nothing wrong with my house.
I can get around it fine.
OK, then, Winston. You know best.
Don't be a smart-arse.
♪o you want me on your mind
♪Or do you want me... ♪
♪To go on
♪I might be yours
♪As sure as I can say
♪Be gone, be far... ♪
Why won't Mum let me go to roller rink?
Well, she thinks that
not-nice people hang out at the roller rink.
She's just trying to protect you, that's all.
Everybody thinks I'm boring.
You are the opposite of boring.
OK? You're fun.
And you're cool.
And if I were at school with you, I'd wanna be your friend.
So...
- They'll be my friend now. - Yes, they will!
You ready? We're gonna do this.
You excited? Let's do it.
I love you.
Love you too.
♪Roses on parade
♪They follow... ♪
Mama, look!
Oh, my God! Rosa, no, no, no, no!
You've got your First Holy Communion this Sunday.
What's wrong?
Don't tell me this is permanent, please.
It's not permanent.
- You said it looked cool! - It does!
Hey, it looks great! Mum, tell her.
Why, why? Why would you do this?
You want her to go to her First Holy Communion
looking like a zingara?
She doesn't. Hey, you look great.
Rosa!
Ah, yeah.
- What is the matter with you?
Rosa!
Rosa, come on, it's OK.
We can get it out.
- Joe! - Yep.
Dinner's on the table, babe.
OK, just coming, babe.
So, um... right before dinner?
Sorry, babe. I...
I will still eat, though.
How come you're, um... doing it here?
I-I'm...
I'm just going through a lot...
..at the moment.
I'm gonna get off, though.
You know that. I...
Just gotta be the right time, that's all.
What if there isn't a right time?
Uh...
I don't wanna eat alone.
♪mount of power
♪And I'm OK... ♪
- Yeah. - ♪ith the life of a sunflower
♪And I'm OK
♪With the life of a meteor shower
♪So say... ♪
I, uh... I got that parmesan that you like.
♪Go on
♪Say what you will
♪You're gonna do it anyway
♪Go on
♪ust
♪Say what you will
♪You're gonna do it anyway
♪Go on
♪ust
♪Say what you will
♪Go on
♪You're gonna do it anyway
- ♪ay what you will... ♪
- ♪ can find my way... ♪
♪With no superpowers
♪I can take my place
♪Without becoming sour
♪I might not make
♪All those psychopaths proud
♪At least I can see the faces
♪Of the smaller crowds. ♪
Mmm.
Hey, um...
I saw one of the jurors at the pizza place.
Yeah? Which one?
Uh, the big, bald guy.
Mm-hm.
And one of the others works at a cafe.
I saw her through the window.
So weird
that they get to judge you.
Mmm.
They're just people.
Waitresses, pizza eaters. They're not experts.
Is he with Vicki?
Yeah.
Can you bring him next time?
I spoke to your solicitor
and she said there has to be paperwork,
but I'm on it.
OK.
Hey.
Patrick.
Oi. Come on.
You workin' on Airly Downs?
Yeah.
What of it?
You workin' on Sasha Price?
Fuck off.
Yeah.
You know you're not gonna get a cent
out of that chick, don't ya?
Not while her old lady's still breathing.
♪on't wait for a morning
♪That will never come
♪I give no helping hand
♪Breathe
♪hh
♪When the light dies
♪h
♪When the light dies... ♪