[ water runs ]
[ water stops running ]
You're dressed.
- Is that OK? - Sure.
Thought you might be able to help me take my clothes off.
Mm-hm. I can do that.
- Shirt. - Hey.
That's despoke!
No talking. Pants.
Ow! Shit!
Have you ever done this before?
No.
Never played rough?
I've never been to a brothel.
- Or a prostitute. - 'Sex worker' to you.
Oh, yeah, semantics. Ahh!
You're kind of jumping in the deep end.
Yeah... I'm getting that. [ chuckles ]
I wanted to try something different, though.
We could try rubber.
No.
Hand job? Head job? Bukkake?
Mmm.
You do want me to be in charge, right?
Mmm.
So I can... not think.
I understand.
Lie down.
- Oh, that tickles. - Shoosh.
Bite it.
Relax.
If you tense up, you're gonna lose the buttons.
[ sighs ]
Hey.
Objection.
Is everything alright?
Sorry.
[ groans ] It's this place.
It makes me feel uneasy.
Well, that's never happened to me before.
It's my fault. Sorry.
It's not often you get an apology from a barrister.
Enjoy it.
Let's try again.
On the rack?
- Not here. My place. - Oh, I don't do house calls.
Double your fee. I'll pay up-front.
I'll think about it.
I'll put on a show, I promise.
[ distorted music thumps ]
[ music stops ]
Sorry.
You have to get the music sorted.
Yeah, well, I've found the problem.
How long?
You're all really obsessed with time round here, aren't you?
Hey. Everything OK?
Josh was just about to explain the space-time continuum.
I'll have it finished tonight.
She is crazy woman.
It's grief. Still a few nerves jangling around here.
[ chuckles ]
Chloe, we need to get you naked.
Hey, Abdul.
Uh, just give me one minute.
He's, uh, well-built.
Not what I expected.
Bonnie is waiting to have dinner with you.
Yeah, well, I have to get this fixed for Her Majesty.
So I'll get some pizza sent over.
Off to work.
Sorry, I'm having her this week.
Harder!
Whatever you like, Martin.
I like her so far.
Ohh, flattery will get you everywhere.
Well, I'm ready to flatter you, sweetheart.
- Let's go. - [ mouths ]
CHLOE: I can be badder.
- Don't loot at me! [ grunts ] - OK.
Chloe?
Yeah. Let's go.
LAUREN: Sounds impressive, but I have a car.
Let me guess - a Mercedes.
- Yes, actually. - Mmm.
It's very reliable.
Yeah, I'll bet.
- And very... - It's great for a lady like you.
What's that supposed to mean?
Well...
Nah, you don't want a sexy car.
I'm quite the lady of leisure, I'll have you know.
Oh, yeah.
- How much is this Renault? - [ scoffs ]
Hey. Don't be coy with me, Jose.
The thing you gotta remember is the quality.
You're paying for the quality.
You better believe it.
[ chuckles ]
Shit.
[ distant moaning ]
- CHLOE: You're a purebred, Abdul. - ABDUL: Yes!
Mmm, fierce, raw Arabian stallion!
- Ooh, yes! - [ laughs ]
I cross the desert!
CHLOE: With powerful golden haunches!
Make the noise!
[ imitates horse neighing ]
- And again! - [ imitates horse neighing ]
[ both moan ]
[ laughs ]
- [ sighs ] - [ chuckles ]
Someone put you through the hoops?
I'm fine.
I just had a client nearly fall asleep.
- [ laughs ] - He went soft.
Oh. His fault, not yours, surely.
Yeah. Now he wants a house call.
And the problem is...?
Well, call me a creature of habit,
but I don't really like the idea of going out into the world.
Fair enough.
He does seem sort of tame.
And...?
And... it's nothing I haven't done before.
Exactly.
Yeah. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?
Precisely.
I'll get Nat to make the booking.
- Hey. - Hey.
How was Martin?
Oh, fine.
- Really? - Yeah.
Think he's a little bit... odd.
Oh, no. He's a bit intense, but that suits me.
Mmm. Something else. I don't know.
Maybe it's the schoolgirl thing.
- Hey, I've worn a uniform before, Tip. - No, I know.
But with Bonnie nicking off to boarding school,
you're in mummy land.
- Oh, there's a land? - You're protective over her.
True.
I can totally see how playing a defenceless, young schoolgirl
would freak you out right at the moment.
So, he didn't make you feel uncomfortable?
No, just worn out.
He's just move my kind of client, Chloe.
It's OK. I like the oddballs. [ chuckles ]
NAT: Peter.
Is there anything else I can get you?
[ knock at door ]
Problem?
You know that client, Martin?
No. What about him?
He was with Tippi earlier.
No, I'm not here to be the referee. You know this is a free market.
- No, it's not that. - I'm busy.
Nat!
Do you wanna talk about your dad?
No.
I miss him too, you know.
It feels different without Nick around.
Peaceful.
Yeah, but he gave the place a sense of security, didn't he?
What are you saying? That I can't look after you, Chloe?
No.
But it is a tough place to run by yourself.
Yes, it is. I've been doing it for years.
Thank you very much.
You're right. You have.
Hey.
Do you want me to speak with this guy?
No, no. I don't want to get involved in Tippi's stuff.
I just want to put him on the radar.
Great.
Can we all go back to work now?
Hey. Have you seen Chloe around?
Uh, she's with a client.
Another one.
I'm an expert at that.
- Really? - No.
But if it means I get to dodge that guy at the pool tables,
slaming down a beer, then...
Right this way.
How's Chloe coping?
With the whole Nick thing?
Fine.
How are you coping?
Fine, but it's different for her.
They'd been together a long time.
Had they?
Have I got a treat for you.
Mmm.
Tasty and nutritious.
Eat it. Come on.
See - yummy.
No? No?
How about a Malteser?
[ door opens ]
- Ohh... - [ door closes ]
Look what I've got!
What is that?
Harry.
He's our pet tortoise.
- We eat off that. - Oh, don't worry.
I've put a deposit on the most fantastic aquarium.
- He'll sit right over there. - Good.
- Hey, look. - Nice key ring.
- No! - Come on, Harry. Come on.
Yeah!
Come on!
Look, their hearing's not great,
but apparently they're just like a dog if you train them.
Only slower.
Mmm.
They symbolise a long life.
That, or good skin. I can't remember.
Great.
Now I'm competing with a tortoise for attention.
Come on.
[ giggles ]
[ sighs contentedly ]
Wow.
Symbolises 'not stuck with boring husband and demanding children'.
- Bet it didn't come cheap. - Mmm.
Got money coming from the sale of the house,
and that old Merc Phil bought me has gone bung, so...
Hey, look, no explanation's required.
[ laughs ]
Don't think it's too midlife-crisis?
No. I think it's perfectly midlife-crisis.
[ chuckles ] I'm kidding.
It's gorgeous.
- Can I have a go? - No way!
- We are supposed to be sharing. - Not this. This is for me.
For once in my life, this is all mine.
Take you for a spin, though.
[ exhales excitedly ]
I've got a booking - a house call.
- Broadening your horizons? - Yes, something like that.
Do hope you're pacing yourself.
Yes, Nana, I'm fine. Thank you.
Sorry.
- Come on, then! - At your service.
[ starts engine ]
So, who's Thelma and who's Louise?
I don't know. Fuck them, suicidal bitches.
[ chuckles ]
Whoo!
- LAUREN: Number 23. - Yep, this is it.
LAUREN: [ gasps ] Wow.
Look at that.
- HEATHER: It's a house. - No.
That's a recently renovated, $2-million, fully automated prison,
with hydronic heating.
Bet it's gorgeous in there.
You sound kinda sentimental.
[ scoffs ] Not a hope in hell. [ chuckles ]
Thanks.
Beware the polished floorboards.
Welcome to the neighbourhood.
It's nice.
- She's beautiful. - Sascha.
And those guys?
Uh, Jilly's in the centre, Tam is on the left
and the little one is Punky.
[ both chuckle ]
Her name's Penelope, but she's a ratbag.
Cute.
They're all down at Sorrento - beach house -
for the school holidays.
Cool. And you?
- I have a very big case on the go. - Mmm.
You working for the good guy, or the bad guy?
Bad. Very bad.
Ohh...
Oh, no, not in a good, fun, sexy way - in a horrible way.
You must get a lot of that.
Mmm. I'm just glad the kids are away.
It's pretty hard to look your little girl in the eye
when you've spent the day defending some pig.
Well, can't someone else do it? Someon without kids.
[ chuckles ] It's a financial necessity.
Sascha's just renovated upstairs.
- Ah. Hydronic heating. - The works.
My wife's idea of comfort involves a great many dollar signs.
Must be your turn to be spoilt, then.
You are beautiful.
Come with me.
Shall I be boss again?
Let's be equals today.
[ grunts ]
You're making a mess, Tom.
You bet I am!
Dirty Tom! Dirty!
- Yeah! Yeah! - Dirty!
[ grunts ]
[ moans ]
I should get going.
- Oh, no, no. Stay. - I can't.
It's a great house you've got, Tom.
- Yeah, very neat. - Except for the laundry.
That mess will drive Sascha crazy.
What, she's not into soap flakes?
No, only for her woollens.
You guys have never done it in there?
Oh, she's be horrified.
Sascha doesn't like doing it anywhere since she's had the kids.
You don't know until you try.
Oh, yes, I do.
It's all very neat between us.
Me on top, Sascha... patient.
Occasionally, she emits a half-hearted groan.
Or maybe she's bored with the bedroom.
Grab her from behind while she's putting on a load of washing.
- Not from behind, not with her. - Just with a stranger?
Will you come back again?
I thought this was a one-off.
I want to take advantage while the family's away.
- What did you have in mind? - Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
Same time for the next three weeks.
I'll pay you in advance.
- That's a lot of cash. - You think I'm a prick.
- No, Tom. - It's fine.
I'm completely at home with being the prick.
It's my role in life.
I tell you what -
I'll explain a few tricks, you can duck down the beach, try them out...
And you'll come back and hear how we went.
You're good at this, aren't you?
Justice for all.
Don't let Nat see you in here.
Smoko.
Talking of which, do you get one?
If I want one.
Ooh. How about now?
Pay at the front desk.
[ sighs ]
- You are way outta my price range. - [ chuckles ]
I could loan it to you.
Done. I've never been one to turn down charity.
[ chuckles ]
Come on. Up. I've got a booking.
- Now? - Come on.
[ both grunt ]
Oh, that is so unfair.
- Hey. - What?
I'm at work.
Right.
So, suddenly, you're out of bounds for me.
Everything has to be on my terms in here.
Well, now I'm in the same category at them.
Josh, we don't need the money that badly
if you don't wanna be here.
- I can take to Nat... - Chloe...
You don't need the money.
This is messing with your head.
It's not.
It's just all very stimulating.
Too stimulating?
Never.
- Hi. - Hello, gorgeous.
I hear you're making house calls now.
- Mansion calls. - Mmm.
Uh, vodka, thanks.
- Whereabouts? - Darling Street.
Oh. Better known as 'Not Tonight, Darling' Street.
- [ both chuckles ] - Something like that.
- Thank you. - Oh, yeah.
Half my clientele live along there.
Well, not 232 - he's a newbie.
It's been a while... Barrister.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Ted.
No, uh... Thomas.
Tom. Yeah.
[ laughs ]
He likes to be at home, doesn't he?
- Yes. - [ laughs ]
He's rolling in it. Hope you're charging him through the nose.
Yeah.
Enough to buy a state-of-the-art aquarium.
Hoorah.
[ chuckles ]
- Mmm. - [ sighs ]
- Um, see ya. - See ya later.
- Natalie. - Hello.
Do you think you...
I'm just keeping an eye on the investment.
Nice to see the music's been sorted.
- It's temporary. - Mmm.
I think Joshie might be a little bit in over his head.
Maybe you should take this elsewhere.
Happy here, thank you.
- It's not really appropriate. - I'm just having a drink.
Ah. Merry widow, now.
OK.
Any time you want some help remembering your father,
you just let me know.
- I don't need counselling from you. - Of course you don't.
You like to do things on your own, don't you?
I won't have you partying around here two minutes after his death.
And I thought you hated his guts.
Is that what Nick told you?
No.
Pay for your drinks and keep the level down.
[ mobile phone rings ]
[ clears throat ]
Reuben, it's you.
Can I come and see you?
[ chuckles ]
Do you like your ladies liquored-up?
- Are you being bad? - [ chuckles ]
Am I ever anything else?
[ chuckles ]
Oh, my little head case.
[ chuckles ] Right, now you're in trouble.
I'll see you in half an hour.
[ beep! ]
[ both grunt ]
Harder, princess.
[ both pant ]
- You're a bad girl. - Yes!
I am!
Very bad!
- You shouldn't be doing this! - No, sir!
Sorry, sir!
Harder... [ groans ]
Good girl!
- Ah. Ow. Ow! Ahh! - [ moans ]
Ow.
Shit.
[ moans ]
Sorry, sweetie.
[ chuckles ]
[ chuckles, sighs ]
Phew!
I wasn't sure you'd be ready to see me.
I'm supposed to be a nun while I'm mourning Nick, am I?
I wasn't referring to Nick.
No?
I was referring to the fact that you threw me out last time.
Oh.
- Well, aren't you glad I'm back? - Hmm.
You roared like a jet engine.
- That's me. - [ both chuckle ]
No. That's what I did for you.
Oh!
What did I do for you?
Nothing.
So you get nothing from this?
- At all? Ever? - Nuh.
Maybe that means it's catching up with you.
Ooh.
Has to eventually, Mel.
You're an intelligent woman with a heart and soul.
And you're here to access my body.
I felt something.
Something new.
I'm always acquiring new skills.
Tenderness.
Vulnerability.
Those are two skills I don't need.
It's not a weakness, Mel.
- It's a necessity of emotional growth. - [ hyperventilates ]
- You can't hope to survive... - [ wheezes ] Back off.
Take a breath.
It's OK. Just let it come.
Don't touch me. I can't breathe.
- Just breathe. Breathe. - [ wheezes ]
Come on. Good.
What was that?
Hey, are you nearly finished in here?
Hmm?
You look like you've been through the wringer.
Oh, Martin, actually.
Right.
Tip, you've gotta pace yourself.
- He was my last for tonight. - I mean in the long term.
You can't let one client suck all your energy.
I know, but he just needs that little bit extra.
[ sighs ]
I feel like I'm doing a community service.
- Come on, let me finish this. - Thanks.
- Good to go? - Uh, yep, nearly done.
- Chloe? - Yeah.
Uh... do you think I hated Dad?
Well, you guys had a complicated relationship.
No, but did you get the impression that I hated him?
Of course not.
I think he did.
No, Nat.
No. When... when you're a parent, you understand that...
He wasn't a parent.
There you are!
What is that?
[ sighs wearily ] War wound.
- Can I see? - No, it's fine.
It's just I've got this client at the moment.
- If he's doing that to you... - Mel, it's an accident.
Are you sure?
I don't... wanna think about it now.
OK.
I'll put it in Pandora's box,
wait till it explodes when you least expect it.
You've seen your shrink today.
Is it that obvious?
You're not usually one to reflect.
- I'm not? - No.
Hmm. Maybe I'm going soft.
Yay!
No. No, that works for you, sweets. Won't do me.
What the...?
Oh, my God.
Oh, Harry!
Oh, my... Oh, shit!
What have I done?
Oh, fuck!
I'm so sorry. Please don't drip on me.
[ garbage disposal whirrs and crunches ]
[ switches off garbage disposal ]
[ softly ] Yes!
Like a morgue.
Your mother's a drug addict, Harry. You're better off dead.
Yes.
OK.
[ sighs ]
- How was the beach? - Lovely.
- Did you try my trick? - Yep.
And?
I want you to show me something different.
Uh-huh.
- Oh! So you're the boss today. - Yeah.
- Hang on. - Hey, no, no, no, no.
- Let's do this somewhere else. - No, I wanna do it here.
This is private.
It's a bed.
Oh, come on, I'm not the first married man you've ever slept with.
You said you wanted a new trick.
Follow me.
Let's do it here.
Fine.
Move.
That's Sascha's aporn, isn't it?
No. No.
You need to learn to do this with your wife.
She would never do this.
I'm Sascha.
I don't want... No.
- Call me Sascha. - No, I can't.
- Yes, you can. - I don't want her.
- You want me instead? - Yes.
- Today, I'm Sascha. - No!
Try.
- Sa... - Sascha. Say it.
- No, no, no. Shut up. - Say it.
- Say it! - No!
[ moans ]
[ gasps ]
What was that?
You tell me.
What are you on about?
Why can't you just do this with your wife?
She's a frigid bitch.
Your home is so gorgeous
and you wanna make it the ugliest thing in the world.
[ zips up clothing ]
Oh, Lauren, Jose made a booking for you tonight.
And he's bought you something.
Leather driving gloves.
[ laughs ] What a sweetheart.
And a good businessman.
That's a compliment coming from you.
- Nat... - Hmm?
You know when you guys were selling this place...
- I was never selling... - When Nick was selling this place...
Nick's not here.
My point is I got some money together and it's still there.
You want a piece of this too?
Well, I just thought, with Mel stepping back,
maybe I could replace her share.
- You make plenty of money here. - It's not just about that. I...
I wanna feel like I'm getting somewhere.
I helped Phil build the business from the ground up, and I loved it.
I'd like to try and do that again.
By taking over the busines my father left me?
I'm sorry, Nat. I didn't mean to...
Oh, no, it's not you. I've got a migraine.
Maybe it's a tension headache. Do you want...
No, it's... I'm fine.
OK.
[ sighs ]
[ clears throat ]
Uh, Hello. I've got an invitation from Peter.
You're an angel.
Thanks for the gloves, by the way. They're gorgeous.
They go with the car... and the driver.
So how's the car going?
Oh, it's lovely.
You know, it's, uh, top-of-the-range.
Yes, I know.
Lauren?
Is there something wrong with the car?
No, Jose, it's perfect.
Wait, wait. Like you I can't have an unhappy client.
You have to tell me.
I killed Harry.
Oh, no, he's a pet.
[ laughs ] Oh, my goodness.
I started thinking that...
...if I wasn't in such a fancy car,
I wouldn't have squashed the tortoise.
You keep a tortoise as a pet?
It's a long story.
This always happens.
What?
The woman, you know?
She feels guilty for buying herself something so... luxurious.
It's a man's world.
You've gotta fight it.
Just... enjoy the car.
Heather.
Nat.
The house calls you've been making... What's his name? Tom.
Yeah. Uh, won't be happening anymore.
Good.
Good. Too many of you doing house calls.
Suits me.
Should I be asking why?
Um, I just didn't like the guy.
Good.
You've been missed around here.
- Oh, Nat. Really? - Mm-hm.
Clients haven't stopped asking after you.
- Still here? - Yeah.
Nat around?
Uh, counting profits. She'll be hours.
- Sit down. - Yes, ma'am.
There you go.
- My shout. - [ sighs contentedly ]
You look at home behind a bar.
Oh, well, it paid my way not so long ago.
Why did you switch to this?
Better conditions, more interesting people.
Yeah.
And you make a shitload of cash.
Yes, but it not all about the money.
It keeps Chloe going.
She's an absolute profesional, Josh.
Yep.
Yeah, she knows how to handle every single guy that walks in here
and she looks out for all of us.
And it's my job to look out for her.
Part me is proud of all these guys wanting her.
And then I think, "God, that's sick."
No, it's not.
What is it, then?
I can't explain the male psyche to you. Sorry.
Oh, come on. You must be an expert by now.
No, no woman can truly ever understand that.
You're all...
...confused.
Good. So it's not just me, then?
No, it's man's natural state.
That's why you're all so busy fucking everything up.
[ laughs ] Nice tip.
It's OK. We like it that way.
Hmm!
SONG: # I'm not frightened by the lightning in my legs #
# You're such a screaming dream #
# I'm leaning to the demons in my head #
# In my head #
# Cruise around town with the windows down #
# Shakin' all round to the stereo sound #
# "Cruise around town with the windows down #
# Shakin' all up to the summertime sound #
# You're like a rollercoaster #
# Toast ya in a big four-poster bed... #
Jeez, it's smoky in here.
He said I was being paranoid.
Who?
The lead singer.
What are you talking about?
He said I was being paranoid.
You know what?
My mouth is so claggy.
I think I might have some ice-cream.
Yeah.
Chocolate swirl.
With chunks... of murdered tortoise.
It was an accident.
I was being a dickhead in the car and...
I mean, he shouldn't have been out there.
- Were you going to cook him? - No, of course not.
Then why did you put him in the freezer.
Because... it just seemed like a good place for him at the time.
You weren't gonna tell me, were you?
I didn't wanna upset you.
I found him in there.
It was the freakiest fucking thing I have ever seen.
It's just that with the baby, the miscarriage...
Lauren...
I didn't think you'd be able to handle losing him as well.
What, so putting him in the freezer and not telling me about it,
that was some sort of weird, mothering, protective thing?
Mmm.
You are mental.
I think he's starting to defrost.
Come on. Eugh! Come on.
[ trowel clangs ]
There we go.
What if a dog digs him up?
We don't have a dog.
Well, you'd better not get one.
You have to admire him, though.
He took his chances, made a run for it.
Do you think I'm kidding myself?
No. He's really dead.
Trying to be a professional sex worker.
Driving a sexy car.
Yeah.
It's just like the rest of the world.
Do you want to say something?
Least you won't have to kid anyone.
He never liked lettuce.
Poor Harry!
- Hi! - Hey!
Mwah! I thought you'd forgotten.
- Nuh. There was just no cabs. - [ sighs ]
You're pissed.
I had a few after work, yeah.
- How was your night off? - Good.
Yeah, I finished off Bonnie's enrolment forms.
Yes!
Took her to the movies and I've just been waiting for you.
Sorry.
Did you get the stereo system fixed?
Please - not you as well.
Nat has been on my back about that all night.
Well, give her a break.
- Me? - Mmm.
She's not coping with what happened to Nick.
And she's not talking to any of us either, so...
Hey... [ clear throat ] ...have you ever thought...
Hmm?
How about I take over from Nick and manage all you girls?
- [ laughs ] - What?
- I can be a gangster. - Mmm.
I can. You're my bitch.
[ grunts ] That's not funny, Josh.
[ clear throat ]
Why are you being so uptight?
He was just your boss, wasn't he?
[ scoffs ]
I'm not having this conversation here.
So that's it. You and Nick...
Just leave it, Josh.
You fucked him, didn't you?
[ sighs ]
We had a fling, but it was years ago when I first started at 232.
It's funny how you never mentioned that.
- He looked after me. - [ scoffs ]
Is that what you call it?
Why don't you pour yourself a glass of that?
- You know what? I reckon I will. - Good.
And then go and think about
why you're behaving like such a complete and utter fuckhead.
[ groans ] Excuse me.
Hi.
This is a surprise.
I want to invite you back to my place.
Not gonna happen.
Come on, one more time.
I think you should find someone else.
I don't understand.
Well, you've done this before. It's a small industry.
So I like to string a girl along a little.
- Where's your sense of fun? - Oh, this is your idea of fun?
Needing ot have sex in your wife's bed?
- The laundry, the apron... - She's not interested in sex.
This is about you being too gutless to show her what you really want.
She thinks I'm disgusting.
Rapists, child molesters, every sicko that comes my way,
I get 'em all off.
And they pay for my beautiful house,
my gorgeous wife, my perfect children.
Right. Poor Tom.
You don't get it, do you?
Is that why you mess with her stuff? So that she will find out?
I wouldn't wanna fuck you either.
I can't believe I'm being rejected by a prostitute.
I think we're done here.
- Let's make a deal. - No.
- You could help me with my wife... - No, Tom.
- I'll pay you whatever... - You could never pay me enough.
You make me feel dirty.
Fuck you.
No, Tom, not me.
[ clears throat ]
I'm a fuckhead.
And I gave it some thought, just like you asked,
but I still don't know why.
Me either.
I'm your fuckhead, though.
I know.
And I try really hard not to be.
- But sometimes... - You just are.
Yeah.
I have an appointment.
Shall I take your cost?
Yeah, sure.
Oh, hang on.
This way, please.
- Thank you. - Pleasure.
- Hello... - Shh!
Where's Peter?
He sends a message.
Yes?
Be brave.
[ breathes sharply ]