Grandad?
- What's going on? -Nothing.
Can't bloody see Saturn anyway.
What if somebody saw this bloody thing move and looked inside?
We found Van, he's in a refugee camp in Malaysia.
There's a Malaysian bloke I know of.
He may be able to help, but he'll charge you.
Bloody hell.
I need a doctor.
- Do you know one? - Of course.
I think I'm pregnant.
They didn't give a shit about us
when they exposed us to nuclear fallout with those tests.
I've never talked about that to anyone and I'm not gonna start now.
I don't know what to do about Mia.
- What would you do differently? - Nothing.
You're perfect.
I know you're the man to make this good as new.
It's the biggest badge of honour I've ever seen.
My board, I get first ride.
Grandad!
Please, someone help!
Please!
No pacemaker?
The watch. I'm not sure if that is wind-up or battery.
Stopped. Wind-up.
Oh, we can just put it back on then.
- You sure? - Of course.
No.
You can leave the ring.
Just...
Nan?
Whitefellas.
They bury their dead too soon.
- Help me understand. - Coronation chicken.
It's Grandad's favourite from when they crowned the Queen.
Well, I reckon we should send them back to the Queen.
You know what? I've been thinking.
Maybe we should send Dad's ashes back to England too.
- Hmm? -Mm...
Oh...
- These aren't cold. - Yeah, that's how he liked them.
Mum was just asking what we should do with Grandad?
- Like, post him to London maybe? - Fire him out of a cannon.
I dunno. Start a plot here?
Yeah. Well, maybe we should have one here and one in the UK.
What about something in between?
- Like, um... like at sea? - All right.
Mia could do it on her board.
You know what? That's a good idea. Dad loved the ocean.
No. No way, not me.
Jude.
How are you holding up?
I'm fine.
He, uh... Bob, he...
Yeah, you know, he had a... he had a good life
when you think about it. I should be thankful.
It's just, after Mum died, he never really had anyone, you know?
It would have been nice if he found love again.
Oh, I'm sorry, Eileen. Can you just take care of these?
I'm gonna take these out.
I brought a friend.
You remember "Sam"?
- Mm-hmm. - Sambuca.
Takes a while to sink in. Grief.
When I lost Frank, I thought it would never stop hurting.
It does get better though, right?
Not really.
Still, got us out of the office.
Not me. No, I'm still obsessed.
I'm thinking, "What the hell is Wayne up to?"
Stubborn as he is stupid as he is suss.
So, this is where the party is?
Yeah, let me introduce you to my brother-in-law, Mick.
He's the entrepreneur of our family.
Well, nice to meet you, Mr Entrepreneur.
You know, I did try and make it work with Tony.
- But I'm sure you can imagine. - I fired Tony way before you ever did.
What? So you're on your way out?
- Yeah, my ride's waiting. - Russell?
Why don't you invite him in?
- You know he's welcome here. - By you.
You know you got this thing, right?
Everyone's feeling lost and then you, you do this thing. You take control.
Get out of here.
I rest my case.
Excuse me, mate.
Don't get me wrong... ...your family's great and everything,
but, fuck I hate crowds and RSLs and uniforms.
It's not a bad look on you though.
Oh, bugger off. I'm suffocating.
- Well, see you. - No, no. Not yet.
- I'm not finished with you. -Spider, I have to get back.
There she is. Not gonna win any beauty competitions.
Thanks, Spider.
After all this, let's head out for a surf.
Not now. Not yet.
Well, don't wait too long.
First it's a week, then it's months. Next thing you know, it's years.
Next time you see a big fuck-off wave out there,
you go for it, yeah? You just breathe in, you go with it.
Bless Bob for fixing your board and everything,
but he didn't have to do that. Like I said.
Badge of honour.
Go on.
- Old Bob, eh? -Gazza.
A reminder the reaper is coming for us all.
Guess my father-in-law had to cark it before you showed your face.
Mate, club's closed. Private function.
I know. I'm here two more days, if we don't talk...
- That's what they did to us. - Yeah, he's just leaving.
Time to go, mate.
You haven't told her yet, have you?
Listen, George.
Fucking hell.
If you're not sick yet, you bloody owe it to us.
You okay, mate?
-Hey. - Hey, just leave it... leave it, Tony.
Not sure warm beer and Pommie sandwiches went down so well.
What was that scene earlier?
You assaulted a sick man in front of our family and friends.
He was saying stuff about Bob. And I didn't push him, he fell.
Like what?
Don't know. He... he said Bob owed him money.
He was here to collect.
It seemed like he knew you, not Dad.
Look, he was hanging crap on Bob, and it pissed me off, okay?
Sweetie, what's going on?
I told you. Nothing.
Fine.
- Where are you going? - To the office.
Great.
Miss Kulkova, sorry about the wait.
The lab can be slow this time of night.
So, you're pregnant!
Fantastic!
Um, congratulations.
Uh. I... I estimate 16 weeks. So, you're in good shape.
Thank you.
- We are very happy. - Good.
Okay. Well, I just have to lock up. So, you can let yourselves out.
I'll see you in, say, six weeks.
- Thank you, mate. We appreciate it. -Pleasure.
Yvgeny, the officials.
Nobody wants this.
What do you want?
What do I want? It doesn't matter.
They... they... they won't have a pregnant Miss Soviet Union embarrassing the nation.
And the father?
He's a shit.
I mean, you've seen what they make me wear?
Those dresses.
They make them for me weeks ago, back home.
I won't fit into them now and they will put me back on the plane.
We will work something out.
I need a drink.
You too?
It's so loud.
Let's go to sleep, eh?
I just need a minute.
Come on, Bob.
Let me get some sleep.
He hated those bloody royals.
You look tired, Nan.
Yeah. Thanks to Bob.
Least you know he still likes you.
You know what to do.
Nan Doris can help.
Yeah. I know.
Ah, your dinner, two more minutes.
Tell your dad I put extra scallop. No charge.
Thanks, Mr Bui. You are busy!
We're gas powered! No strike stops us! Huh?
Homework?
Jono said you used to be a professor.
- Engineering. -Really?
Well, I'm trying to work out where Skylab will crash.
Is there... is there any chance you could take a look at it?
Why you do like a physics problem?
It is a physics problem.
Why not a linear regression?
Troi oi. Don't listen to this one!
He thinks everything is linear regression!
Lam, where's the spoon to stir the coffee?
"Linear regression!"
This guy's always causing trouble.
Carl Friedrich Gauss looked into the sky.
Knew there was another planet, even though no one had seen it.
He didn't have a calculator. It's not maths. It's statistics.
How... how do I... how do I do it for Skylab?
Ah. Okay.
Now...
X. Y. Start easy. Just two dimensions.
You open?
Open. Always open. No one goes hungry, my friend.
Oh... Hi.
- Svetlana? - Is busy.
I have just climbed six flights of stairs.
We have some concerns about Svetlana's figure.
Her weight.
Is job for wardrobe department.
What did she want?
Western life make you soft.
If you lose, is bad for us.
- What? - You eat what I say. Exercise when I say.
No, no, no. We just have to keep Lydia happy.
I will take care of her. But we must handle it well.
They will be watching at home, yes?
Help me win her over. Hmm?
It's not a beauty pageant, it's a popularity contest.
In academy, I was top practitioner in coercive interrogation.
No, no, no. Don't... don't scare her. Just...
charm her.
I take her to lunch. I will flirt with her. She will like this.
You will win and receive a hero's medal.
I will go home and Niki will come back, too.
Hmm.
Now I have to find Bob's "Malaysian bloke."
- Huh? - He knows someone at the refugee camp.
Bob gave him our money. He's in Bayswater.
- Bayswater? Mr. Teo! - Hmm.
Mr Teo?
His smile is so big. Looks caring like an uncle.
Like the men who tell you to raise quails. Promises you the world.
So, you know where he is?
Mm-mm. He's a liar, a crook. Says anything to take your money.
Always say, "Working on it, lah."
If you ask for your money back, say he'll report you.
Mm-hmm.
I'm sorry.
You okay, em?
So, to minimize error,
you take the first derivative and you set it to zero?
Don't minimize error!
Positives and negatives cancel.
Square the residual. See?
You don't miss being a professor?
I lost a lot more than just my job.
Yeah, you lost the spoon for my coffee!
Here, here's your spoon.
But to calculate it, you need data.
-Hmm. - Thirty points, or you can't do it.
- You reckon that's enough? - All right.
Okay.
- And start there, see. - Okay, another one. Thirty.
You know, you're different from the tough guy image everyone sees.
You care for these girls like...
like they are your daughters.
My first commandant.
He'd make us stand outside...
in the winter.
Siberia.
No gloves.
If you got frostbite,
he'd remove the finger himself.
Personally.
You love these girls like this, no?
You have daughters? A wife?
My wife?
Cancer. I have a son, Nikita. Niki.
- In the Army. - It's a hard life there?
Life can he hard anywhere, no?
But we know how to drink properly.
Oh!
Well, as a former Miss Adelaide...
-Oh? - ...I know how to bend the elbow.
"Bend the elbow"?
Especially with a handsome foreign agent.
Hmm.
So Svetlana will win, yes?
Miss Universe has standards.
Svetlana has to take care of her weight, now.
Otherwise, I won't let her on my stage.
I will take care of Svetlana. This is not a problem.
Let us enjoy "bending the elbow."
Hmm.
Hello, you've reached Mt. Lawley Family Planning Centre.
We're sorry, we can't take your call...
Comrade. We have a problem.
It's time, Nan.
Not yet.
You ready, Eileen?
All right.
See you, Bob.
I'll catch you on the flip side.
Nice smell, eh?
We're helping your dad move on.
- Huh? - He's been visiting Nan for days.
Visiting Eileen?
Yeah.
- Skylab is gonna crash right here! - Is this on the news?
- Linear regression. Lam showed me. - So, he's still open?
Yeah, he's not relying on you to keep him powered.
- He's actually never been busier. - Listen, Lam makes a great fish and chips,
but you gotta consult with the experts.
- What about CSIRO, NASA... - We did the calculations, Mum!
Even a tiny piece could crush our whole house.
Okay, sometimes, terrible things happen, Tilly.
And...
calculations just cannot change that.
- Dad! Skylab is going to crash right here! - What? Tilly...
We have to tell everyone. The CSIRO. Everyone!
She's all you.
What? Spreading news of doom and disaster?
- Jude... -I... I mean... ...I've...
The power's been out. It's been out for days.
I've tried everything.
Now I'm still dealing with Dad's stuff. And then...
Well, let me sort this. Why don't you take a break?
Because I'm... I'm fine.
I'm fine.
Judy.
I feel like you're the only one who hasn't taken the time to grieve.
Who was that at the wake?
Jude, I was an idiot, all right? I'm... I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Tony, why don't you just tell me? Hmm?
What's going on? Really.
What's going on, really, is that I'm looking for some candles,
so this thing doesn't go dead, all right? So, let me just...
Jude...
It's so early.
Yeah. The tow truck's coming today.
No, you can't get rid of this.
- Mia... - No. It can't all go today.
The caravan, his ashes.
Aw, Mia.
I'm sorry, Mum.
I know Grandad would've wanted me to, but I just don't think I can.
Sweetheart, nobody's asking you to.
I just don't think I'm ready.
You know what?
I think this belongs to you.
I once asked Grandad if he ever imagined what things would've been like
if we'd never left England.
You know what he said?
"Never. I'd be freezing my tits off."
He did. (CHUCKLES, SNIFFLES) And...
"There'd be no Mia."
Maybe I should.
But the caravan stays. My inheritance.
And his old towel, I'll keep that.
Eileen?
Eileen.
Uh.
We're having a... a thing for Dad this afternoon.
Just for loved ones and family.
Okay.
I'd love it if you were there.
You should be there.
- I don't mean to, um... - Jude.
Thank you.
Thank you for loving him.
I just think we could've had...
all those Christmases together.
I wanted to tell you, I did.
It wasn't meant to be a secret.
You don't owe me an explanation.
I didn't know what we were...
until now.
And now, it's too late.