[ gasps ]
Ooh!
- Hello. - MAN: Aww!
- Hello. - Ohhh!
Oh, Craig.
Ohh! Yes!
Ohh!
Oh, that's good.
- Like that? - Ohh, yes, that's good.
[ both laugh ]
[ both moan ]
[ moan loudly ]
Oh, you're huge.
Oh, you're so gigantic!
[ laughs, squeals ]
[ laughs continuously ]
Ohh! Come!
Come on! Do it!
- [ groans ] - Yes!
- Do it to me! - Ahh!
[ mouths silently ]
[ both moan ]
[ mouths silently ]
Aahh!
[ sighs ]
- What the hell?! - It's OK, mate.
She's my sister.
Bloody terrific, as asual.
I'm sorry about that.
Didn't realise you were working from home these days, Mellie.
You know, I have a landline, Sean.
And an email. I've even got a mobile phone.
Yeah. And I've got a key.
You gave it to me last time I was down for the footy.
Yeah... and you were supposed to give it back.
You little shit.
Come here.
Come here. Ahhh!
Well, I kind of wish I had now. It was weird.
- Oh, really? - Mmm.
I'd be totally cool watching you have sex.
- I wasn't watching you. - What, then?
I was... I don't know admiring a master at work.
[ scoffs ]
- So what are you doing here? - I miss you.
There's no problem with that, is there?
- How long are you staying? - How long can you put me up?
Well, I don't live here alone, Sean.
Ah-ha. What's his name?
I live here with a friend. Her name is Tippi.
Oh. I thought you were seeing someone.
[ grunts ]
Another one bites the dust, hey, Mellie?
Yeah... kind of.
Um... I've gotta go out.
Can I stay?
We'll see.
I promise I won't perv on you with your people.
Clients, Seana. They're called clients.
Oh, really? I thought it was 'big boy'.
Or was it 'gigantor... oh!"?
You wanted to see me?
Yes. Take a seat.
I heard you blew a bunch of money on a car.
It's all been paid for.
You'd be better off buying some art
or something that holds a bit of value, wouldn't you?
- Er...? - For when you retire.
- I'm a long way off that, I think. - No, of course.
It's... it's just nice to plan ahead.
Nat, is this a pep talk?
No.
What, then?
OK. Um...
There's a client. A new guy.
Mmm. What's he into?
He wants to remain anonymous.
You know I don't do anything too weird.
No, it's not weird.
You just have to...
...do what he wants.
Isn't that how it always goes?
- Alright. I'll give it a shot. - Great.
You're gonna need this.
I already have one of these.
It's not for you.
Oh, and how good are you with the Lord's Prayer?
Shit.
[ door opens ]
Hey.
Bet she's used all the hot water.
Hi.
- I'm Sean. - Tippi.
Mel's brother.
Oh, yes. Right. She's mentioned you.
Glowing reports, no doubt.
[ giggles ] So, what, are you here for a visit?
- Oh, it depends. - On...
You.
Right! Um... how long?
However long you want me to.
[ laughs ]
Um... well, you know. It's Mel's place, so...
Well, she's fine with it. I just wanted to check with you first.
Hey. Tippi's totally fine with me staying.
Right. We'll talk about it later.
- Mel, you're meant to give me a lift! - I can't. I've gotta go. I'm sorry.
I can give you a ride if you want.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Tip.
He's a little shit. OK?
Be warned.
[ whispers ] "As we forgive those who trespass against us.
"For thine is the kingdom,
"the power and the glory,
"forever and ever, amen."
[ kisses repeatedly ]
[ alarm rings ]
Sorr... Sorry.
Lauren!
Max?
I'm, uh...
You... you don't have to explain. Really.
Le... let me buy you a drink.
O... OK.
Um... Can you give me five minutes?
[ gasps ] Look at you!
[ groans ]
Here. Can you help me get it off?
Who did this? I think you should leave it.
Can you do my ankles?
Was this your idea?
The client's.
- Tell me he did something weird. - [ laughs ] Not really.
You had todo something weird, then.
Unusual.
- Like...? - Just lie back and let it happen.
Fine. Don't tell me the details.
I'll trade you.
Max. He's one of yours?
Yeah, talk about lying back and doing nothing.
He's a friend of Phil's.
[ sighs ]
Yeah, we're old family friends. Anyway, that's a long time ago.
So who was this client?
The Shoeman.
[ both laugh ]
Yeah, most guys just walk in off the street,
but we do list out chicks on a website.
You got a website?
Uh... yeah. It's pretty basic, but we get bookings from it.
Tippi.
Nat, this is Mel's brother, Sean.
Hi.
- Oh, you're the good twin. - Oh, no, Mel and I aren't twins.
Ah... no, of course you aren't.
- Oh, you were being funny. - Apparently not.
Uh... there are clients sitting there unattended.
Alright, I'll go get changed.
- See ya. - See ya.
You got great taste.
This place here - it's wild.
- 'Wild'. - Yeah.
- Do you want to show me the rest? - I'm really busy.
- Oh, well, Tippi - she was just... - You can leave the way you came in.
She's a little bit scared of you.
- Excuse me? - Tippi.
I mean, you just click your fingers and she's off.
- I like to think it's respect. - Absolutely.
You're a very respectable-looking woman.
- Are you sending me up? - No.
I'm just making friends.
Interesting technique.
Well, not all of us can terify people into doing what we want.
What do you do, Sean?
I'm a professional friend-maker.
Mmm. For a living.
You know, the grown-up thing that boys do when they become men.
I work in graphic design.
Mmm. Fascinating.
I could take you through my Adobe package if you like.
Like I said, fascinating,
but the bar's over there,
and if you want someone, you can make a booking.
[ laughs ] No, no. I do fine.
I was just curious about where Mel works. That's all.
Well, Mel doesn't actually work here.
- Yeah, I know. She's a freelancer. - She's an escort.
I handle her bookings.
Well, lucky you.
Lucky Mel.
MAX: I've been... coming here off and on since Julie passed away.
Really?
Ha... have you always...?
No. Um...
I started after Phil and I separated.
Oh.
Does he know?
Yes.
He seems to think I'm doing it to spite him.
Oh. Well, he should never have let it come to this.
I'm sorry?
After all those years together,
the least he could do was make sure you were looked after.
I am.
I'm doing fine.
Mmm.
Look, I'm sorry I haven't been in touch.
I just figured you and Phil...
Yeah, look, it was awkward.
I did think about calling you after the funeral, but...
Like you say, it was awkward.
You know, I always...
We always got along, didn't we? You and me.
Yes. We did.
I always thought that maybe one day...
Oh, Max, we were married.
But we're not now.
- It's nice to see you. - Yeah, you too, Lauren.
Cheers.
You look incredible.
WOMAN: Your uniform should be ready to pick when you get there.
And I've given you a list of emergency numbers.
I want you to give that to your teacher as soon as you arrive.
And I put $100 credit on your phone, so...
Thanks.
You can change your mind.
I can just call the school, let them know...
Mum. I want to go. You said I could.
Yeah, I know.
Also, I just need you to sign this.
What is it?
The doctor said I need your permission.
- The pill? - Mm-hm.
- Very funny. - I went yesterday.
They said it was fine as long as I had your signature.
- No way, Bonnie. - Mum, it's co-ed.
- You are there to study! - How old were you?
- Too young! - Hypocrite, Mum.
- When did you go to the doctor? - Yesterday.
Yesterday. And you didn't think to talk to me about this?
I have been talking to my friends about it.
I am your mother, Bonnie! You need to discuss this with me.
Hey. Hi.
- Hey. - Bonnie!
Hi. Mwah!
- This is for you. - Bonnie.
- Seriously? - Yes, seriously.
- Bonnie. - Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, thank you! Thank you so much!
It's a good one - 10 megapixels, or whatever.
- Bonnie, we need to talk about this. - I will take photos!
- Read that. - [ car honks ]
That's them.
Are you sure that I can't come with you?
No, you'll just start blubbering. I've got it.
Come on.
- I love you. - I love you.
- Mwah. - 'Bye.
Smile! Smile.
[ sobs ]
- OK, you call me when you get there. - I will, Mum.
- Have fun! - I'll see you soon.
Not too much fun.
See ya!
'Bye!
[ sobs quietly ]
It's not forever.
And besides...
...you've gotta look at the upside.
Now we get to do it all over the house.
Mwah.
Did you read that?
- What? - The letter.
No.
She wants to go on the pill.
Shit.
Um... maybe it's about time you talked to her about that.
[ sighs ] Yeah, I was trying when you waltzed in with your present.
Is that what you were doing, Chloe?
'Cause it sounded like you were yelling at her.
Chloe,
all I'm saying, you'e not gonna see her for a while.
You don't want to fight with her.
You're a show-off. You know that?
You're just trying to impress her.
Maybe I was. Is that so bad?
Meanwhile,
I pay for her school fees, I buy her uniform, I try and set some kind...
Chloe, I paid for that camera with my own money.
Yeah, and I go into 232 night after night and pay for everything else.
You'd do that if I was around or not.
You know what, just don't ever interfere like that again.
Interfere?!
TIPPI: OK, Martin, I think we should set out some rules.
Cool. Yeah, that feeds in with the schoolgirl thing.
Good. And we can both agree on what's gonna happen.
As long as you wear the school dress, I don't really care.
Well, that's not a problem.
Great. Cool. It's just, um... my girlfriend's not really into that.
There's no need to explain.
OK, so, we should start with a code word.
I want you to be a schoolgirl, not a spy.
No, a code word that just means 'stop'.
Then just say 'stop'.
But I already say 'stop', don't I?
"No, sir. Please, sir. Stop, sir."
What about 'cherry'?
Good. Cherry's a wonderful word.
When I say 'cherry', that means 'stop'.
- Cool. - Good.
[ chuckles ]
- Stop it, sir! - I've nearly got ya.
- No, no. Not yet, you haven't. - [ pants heavily ]
[ giggles ]
You're supposed to be scared.
[ giggling ] Oh, sorry. Um... OK.
Please, sir. Please, don't. Please.
- Arggh! [ groans ] - Stop struggling!
Arggh!
Gentle, Martin, gentle.
- Shut up. - Martin.
- Be gentle. - Shut up!
Martin, stop... stop it.
[ grunts ] Martin...
- You little slut. - Cherr...
- Cherry, Martin! - You wanted this!
Cherry! Cherry! Che... [ screams ]
- Cherry. - [ muffled ] Mmmmmm!
You can't say it now, can ya?!
[ grunts repeatedly ]
- Arggh! - Get off me!
I'll scream this fucking joint down, I swear to God!
- Don't kid yourself! - You watch! They'll come running!
- And do what? - Get out, Martin!
What are you gonna do about it, eh?
Gonna make a complaint, are you?
Toerag.
Oh, shit!
[ sobbing ] Shit!
[ gasps, sobs ]
Finished already, sir?
Tippi?
- Where were you? - What?
I hit the alarm again and again and again!
We didn't hear anything!
- Tippi, what happened? - You didn't help me, Nat!
Nup, nothing yet. Press it again.
No, nothing.
- What's up? - The alarm's not working.
That little thing is the girls' only protection in here.
- Is Chloe alright? - Chloe's fine.
Not so sure about Tippi.
Shit.
[ scoffs ] This is tragic.
[ laughs ]
[ door opens ]
Hey.
Your website's really lame.
- What? - This - 232.
You OK?
I'd be fantastic if I had some fucking orange juice.
I'll take that as a no.
Sorry about the, uh... OJ.
[ knock at door ]
I'll get that.
Hey.
Is Tippi home?
Can you give us a minute or two?
Yeah.
I'll get some OJ.
Speak to me, Tip.
I really had myself convinced.
Of what?
That I was good at this.
- You are. - [ laughs ]
Big bullshit story, opening up to people. [ laughs ]
Connecting.
Do we need to call the police?
Oh, I don't know, Nat. Do they need a laugh? [ laughs ]
[ giggles ]
They'll just say I let him do it.
You set the boundaries, right?
But they'll just say I let him treat me like crap.
Because that's was he was paying for.
[ sobs ]
I'm sorry.
[ sobbing ] Oh, God!
How can he...?
- CHLOE: She called me a hypocrite. - Good for her.
What? She's right.
I don't want her knowing that.
Chloe, she's going to have sex sooner or later.
Later will be fine.
[ laughs ] Listen to you.
What?
You are every teenage girl's worst nightmare.
I'm the one supposed to be in charge.
- At least responsible. - Responsible.
Letting her walk around without contraceptives,
even though you know she's looking for a...
Don't say it! Please don't say it.
- Please don't say it. - [ laughs ]
Are you going soft?
Maybe.
Here you go.
Uh... excuse me?
I think I've got a stamp in here somewhere.
No, Melanie.
You wouldn't happen to have an envelope lying around, would you?
- Sure. I'll have a look for you. - Thank you.
- No. - Yep.
Last one.
She'll be humiliated.
She'll love it.
She'll think you're cool.
In fact, send some to her friends too.
They'll think you're really cool.
- Slut. - Mother.
[ laughs ]
What if the headmistress checks their mail?
- What, is she in jail? - I wish.
Here we go.
OK, kiss it.
Go on.
More.
- More, more, more, more... - Mwah!
- [ laughs ] - And one from bad old Aunty Mel.
Mwah!
Looks like a love letter.
That's 'cause it is.
Oh.
OK.
[ groans ]
- Oh, stop it. - It's good. It's good.
[ door opens ]
Hey.
Hi.
I had a look at your website.
Could do with a bit of a makeover.
- I don't need a new website. - [ laughs ] Yes, you do.
It's out of date and it's ugly.
It's understated and it's functional. It's all I need.
I guarantee that you're losing business
simply due to a lack of detail.
You need to start listing your prices.
- This is what you do. - Mm-hm.
I had my own design business.
But now I'm freelance like Mel.
- So it's a no. - Sorry.
No worries. Thanks, anyway.
Just out of interest...
...how much is it for just a... regular session?
I thought you said you do fine.
Maybe we could grab a drink, chat some more.
I've got a lot on today.
Well, later on, you can show me your favourite bar, maybe.
I don't go to bars.
What if you want a drink?
I have one here.
The blokes here are all customers.
No bars. Yeah, see, that's just not normal.
- I really have to... - Throw me out?
I have to get organised.
Hey!
Hi!
God. Haven't been down here for ages.
What? Phil got the boat too, did he?
- Can we not talk about Phil? - [ laughs ]
Mmm. French.
My favourite. [ laughs ]
Well, isn't that how you impress a woman?
- Is that what you're trying to do? - Well, I can only try.
So do you still spend most weekends at the club?
I try not to miss that roast lunch on a Sunday.
I usually bring the kids down here.
- I hate walking in there on my own. - Mmm.
I can live without the club.
- Really? - It was never really my scene.
- Oh, you were the centre of it once. - No!
- You ran the place! - [ laughs ]
[ sighs ]
Seems like a lifetime ago.
Anyway, cheers.
Cheers.
- What are you doing here? - I've got a shift.
Maybe you should just help Rosie on reception.
I'm fine, Nat.
And I don't want the whole world to know about this, OK, so just...
I am so sorry, Tippi. The alarm in that room was faulty.
Forget about it.
This should nev...
No, I should never have allowed this to happen.
I'm a big girl, Nat.
[ Lauren moans gently ]
Oh. [ laughs ]
Did I just...
You had a little snore going there.
- How embarrasing. Sorry. - It was pretty cute.
Max.
Hey.
Come on, Lauren.
- What do you mean? - Well, you and me.
- Sorry? - Isn't that why you're here?
I came to catch up with an old friend.
Sure you did.
Why do you think I'm here?
[ laughs ] Well, that wasn't exactly the tennis club
where we bumped into each other, Lauren.
You think we're gonna have sex?
Well, sooner or later, yeah,
but what I'm more interested in, Lauren, is where we go from there.
- You want a relationship? - Well, yeah.
That doesn't just happen, Max. You can't organise a relationship.
Why not?
We already know each other so well. We could build on that.
Share what we've got left.
I've got a lot left, Max. Actually, I still pretty young.
Yeah, of course you are, but let's not kid ourselves.
About?
Well, we're not teenagers anymore, Lauren.
You think because I've had a couple of kids
and I'm on the wrong side thirty... eight
that I should just give up?
What, being a prostitute?
Right.
Oh, look, I'm sorry.
What I'm trying to say is this could work, and you know it.
What - chain myself to some sort of convenient monogamy
so I can die of fucking boredom?
I don't think you're in a position
to get on your high horse with me, Lauren.
Being the client gives you the moral high ground, does it?
Gee, that place is really messing with your head.
You better believe it.
Hey, you wanna catch up for a drink later? My treat.
- I can't. I got some appointments. - Oh, OK.
Well, give me a call. I should be available after midnight.
By which time you will have made how much?
Oh, about...
...that much.
- [ laughs ] You got a rate? - Yeah. AAA, darling.
No, I mean...
- What - you need some money? - No!
- Come on, how much do you need? - I don't want anything, Mel.
Well, that makes a change.
So, why are you here? Hmm? Come on, tell me.
- Do I need a reason, do I? - Yeah.
You're hiding out.
Avoiding someone?
You're running away from debtors, hmm?
- I'm visiting my wonderful sister. - Oh, that's so sweet.
But when you're ready, I'd like the truth.
[ door closes ]
Hey.
Sean, I don't need a new website.
Escorting.
I want you to set me up.
How do you mean?
Like you do for Mel - get me some bookings.
I need to make money, and a lot of money.
Have you discussed this with your sister?
[ laughs ] No.
I don't want her to know.
Melanie of all people will pick up the signs.
I know how to handle my sister.
Look, we'll be partners, right, you and me?
- It's not as easy as it looks. - I know how to handle myself.
It's more expectation.
- You really have to take control. - That's not a problem.
OK, well, I'm sure I could dig up a gentleman that...
- No. - ...likes younger men.
- No men. - Sorry?
- Women. I only do women. - Oh, right.
- Did you really think...? - It's the market.
What, there's no call for men to do women?
Frequently.
In fact, it's more exclusive.
Does that mean more money?
Eager, aren't you?
[ laughs ]
- TIPPI: Oh! Oh! Oh, yeah! - Oh! Oh!
Oh, yeah.
- I love your tits! - Oh, thank you.
- I love you arse. - Mmm, thank you.
I love your... I love your hair.
Oh, God! Talk to me. Talk to me!
- Oh, I love... I love... - What do you love?
I love... I love ice-cream. [ laughs ]
- Cream? - Oh, yes, cream, cream.
- Oh, yes! - I love cream all over me.
- Oh, God. Yes! - All over my body.
- All over my tits. - Oh, yes!
- Oh! - Oh! Oh, God!
Oh.
Thank you.
Pleasure, Charles.
It's actually Wendell.
[ laughs ] Sorry.
It's OK. It doesn't matter.
No, it doesn't.
[ both laugh ]
What do you love, Tippi?
NAT: She'll be waiting at the bar.
Her name's Roslyn.
Roslyn.
Sean.
- Wow, you're gorgeous. - [ laughs ] Thank you.
You look, um...
Old. In comparision to you.
- Oh, we have to get outta here. - Sure, sure.
- Everyone's gonna know. - No, they're all too busy.
Yeah, but look at you and look at me.
- You look lovely. - Thanks.
But we'd better get out of here now.
Ooh. Ooh.
I probably shouldn't have had that fourth glass of wine.
Let's just take it slowly, huh?
Here we go.
Is there, er...
Is there something you had in mind, Roslyn?
Er... I just wanna feel good.
- That's what I'm here for. - [ Laughs ]
[ gasps ]
- You smell beautiful. - It's new.
So's the hair. Just got it done today.
- Nails too. - [ laughs ]
- You've done to a lot of effort. - You don't know the half of it.
But that Brazilian thing - I thought childbirth was bad!
[ laughs ]
- You got kids? - Three.
Their father's the only man I've ever slept with.
You've had your toes manicured too.
Yeah. Top to bottom. Everything's ready for sex.
Sex.
It's a funny word, isn't it?
Sexy.
Close your eyes.
- Oh. No. - It's OK. We can leave your top on.
- No, this isn't gonna work. - Sure it will, Roslyn.
Please, don't.
- I thought you liked me. - You're gorgeous.
But I'm not your type.
I don't know what my type is, Sean. How could I?
I've been with one man.
I'm 43 years old.
- Here's... here's your chance. - To pay someone to like me.
It's just sex, Roslyn.
It doesn't have to be about anything else other than pleasure, you know.
- About your pleasure. - This is not about me.
It's about him. Still.
[ sighs ] My husband... he's having an affair.
He told me himself.
Well, that was honest.
[ sobs ] She's very sexy, apparently.
- So are you. - No, no, no, no.
He loves me and the kids but he wants her.
He's a prick.
[ sobs ] Yes, he is.
And I'm an ironing-board.
Look at me - no tits, no hips.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
[ sobs ] "It's like... fucking an ironing-board."
[ sobs ] That's what he says.
Do you want to fuck an ironing-board, Sean?
[ sobs ]
- Hey, are you ready? - No, I can't.
Is this some sort of punishment for me having a go at you?
[ sighs ] Nat's coming back to lock up
and I've gotta fix this alarm before she kicks my arse again.
- Well, can't you finish it tomorrow? - No, Chloe, I can't.
OK, Josh.
[ exhales ]
I'm sorry. I wasted your time.
[ laughs ] Not at all.
[ laughs ]
Roslyn, there is one thing you can do.
- Breast implants? - [ laughs ] No.
If your husband's been making you feel this... crap for this long,
you might wanna question his intentions.
Go on.
Well, you're not gonna stray, are you?
I mean, you're too busy worrying that you don't measure up.
Yeah, it's not entirely his doing. I've had body issues all my life.
Yeah, but your husband,
he shouldn't be the one encouraging them, should he?
- No. - No.
You know what you need? You need a really great fuck.
[ laughs ]
Oh. Well, yeah.
But I don't think I'm quite ready for this.
Let's just call this a test run, hmm?
You see that?
- It's a door. - Mm-hm.
If he can't turn you on, if he won't turn you on,
then that is where you go - out the door.
Promise?
OK.
And you can call me and I will come and bang your skinny arse senseless.
[ high heels click ]
[ dials phone ]
Hey.
What do you call a woman who sits at home by herself
crying about her daughter growing up?
[ laughs ] OK, I think that's a bit harsh.
[ sighs ] Come and have a drink with me?
Yeah, I'm fine.
I just wanna get blind.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Hey, er, Tip. - Mmm.
About the alarm thing...
- Oh, you're not...? - I am.
Something must have shorted when I was doing the sound system.
It's the job. It's just this job.
I'm sorry.
Thank you. But please don't feel bad about it.
I know what the risks are.
I've been doing this long enough
and it's not like I haven't had arseholes before.
- OK. - I can handle them.
[ laughs ]
It's just this, you know.
Green to green, red to red.
Then you start thinking, "Shit, did I put a green to a red back there?"
- That would send me cross-eyed. - It does my head in.
But I have to fix this alarm.
This will keep you going.
Wow.
You going out?
Oh, I don't know. Maybe.
Be my guest.
Yes, ma'am.
[ laughs ]
Not bad.
Very nice.
Thank you.
You should go out.
Go and have some fun.
With who?
Well, you must have mates.
Don't ya?
What? Tippi-no-mates?
[ laughs ] Get stuffed! I've got mates.
- So? - So.
What? What are you - my social secretary?
No. I just hate to see such a pretty and... coked-up girl go to waste.
[ laughs ] No wonder Chloe's getting sick of you.
Ow! Ow. Low blow.
God!
- Here she is - psycho mama! - [ laughs ] Hello.
- OK, glasses? - Down there.
Hurry up, slag. Let's get shit-faced!
What's happened to you?
- I'm broke, Mel. - What, again?
[ laughs ]
- I started a company. - Yeah?
A web thing.
Got some investors.
[ laughs ]
It's bad, Mel. It's really bad, alright?
Oh, come on. It's only money, you idiot.
- You love money. - No.
I just love what it brings me.
- Alright. How much do you need? - No.
- Yes! Just tell me the amount. - No! I'm handling it, alright?
Sort of.
Just let me get some champagne. We're going out.
Yay.
- Hey, how was your date? - Oh, he had the wrong shoes.
[ laughs ] He was wearing those ugly boatie shoes,
you know, with the tan little straps around the outside.
- You know the ones. - Oh, they're horrific.
- Horrific, and very Phil. - Gay.
- He wanted me to play house. - What? You never told me that.
0 to 100?
We've known each other a long time, but... [ sighs ]
Anyway, it's history.
Hey, where's Nat? Shouldn't we call her?
She's probably wandering through a graveyard somewhere.
I thought she was really interesting.
She is. She just keeps it to herself.
- Yeah. Give up now. - She's gorgeous.
- She's a vampire. - [ laughter ]
[ men chat and laugh ]
- Anyone sitting here? - No.
I'm Toby.
I'm Nat.
So, Toby...
...do you like cars?
Sure. Love 'em.
You?
No.
So what are you into?
I like black.
Well, not everywhere. I like to mix it up a bit, you know.
Bit of cream, maybe some pink.
- That's great. - Mmm.
So you, er... here by yourself?
Yeah.
You?
Do you come here o... o...
[ laughs ]
- Let me buy you a drink. - Well, this one's still quite full.
- Doesn't matter. - But I have to drive.
Babe, did you want someone to talk to or am I just wasting our time?
Oh, we can talk. Sure.
But I won't have sex with you.
[ laughs ] OK.
- I just don't wanna mislead you. - No.
It's OK.
But I'm happy to talk.
I think I'd really like to talk.
I like your honestly, Nat.
But you have got 'hard work' written all over you, babe,
and I knocked off an hour ago.
[ 'bring it home' by the bamboos plays loudly ]
Look what Bonnie sent me.
Miss you more, sweet dream.
- Do you think I'm pathetic? - Yep.
- [ Sean laughs loudly ] - [ kisses phone repeatedly ]
[ smooth rock music plays loudly ]
I love people who can do stuff with their hands.
Hands, man.
- Are you calling me a bimbo? - No.
You're like... y-y-you're... musical and you're creative and...
What? So you're calling me slack?
- Huh? - No!
Josh, you're always like, "Ooh, I'm such a nice guy.
"I'm so good-looking but...
Whoa!
- I'm good-looking? - Come on!
Well, I don't pretend to be anything that I'm not.
- Ah! Uh-uh. - No?
I know.
- What about you? - [ sighs ]
Hmm?
I wonder.
- Yes? - I don't know, I just wonder.
I don't think I ever truly love anything.
I mean, Mum and Dad and all of that, but...
- Bullshit. - Yeah.
- [ laughs ] Bullshit. - What?
- You, Tippi, don't love anything? - Nup.
Bullshit. That's... buillshit.
What are you doing?
I think I just kissed you.
[ laughs ]
- Come on, let's dance. - No, Sean.
- Yes. - Sean, I don't dance.
- Yes, you do. - Come on!
Let's be psycho mothers together.
[ all laugh ]
- Hey, where's Josh? - Mmm, off hating me somewhere.
What are you fighting about?
Him being hopeless, me being a bitch.
- Get out of it. He adores you. - [ sighs ]
Have a drink.
What do you want, Tip?
I don't know.
Josh!
[ Tippi moans ]
Captioned by Grantman Brown