MAN: I'd like you on your tummy when you're ready.
I don't usually do this sort of thing here.
Oh, it suits both of us.
I want you to be comfortable.
I'll try and be careful but this may... may hurt a little.
- How does that feel? - Not great.
- And there? - Ah, shit! It hurts!
[ chuckles ] OK, OK. That's it for now. Let's get you dressed.
Have you been working a lot lately?
Er, a fair bit. Why?
Well, the pain you're getting, it's caused by a tear.
An internal rupture, if you like.
A rupture. What would that be from?
Have you entertained anyone lately that you might describe as well hung?
Very well hung?
My clients are female.
- All of them? - Yes.
All of them.
And your sex life privately, away from work?
Female!
Heterosexual, 100%.
SONG: # Party #
# Give it to me #
# Party #
OK, well, then, the tear may have happened naturally.
I mean in the natural course of non-sexual activity.
- Is that common? - It's not uncommon.
And in the absence of any other explanation.
What about objects?
I read something or heard something from someone one time.
Well, I've worked in Emergency.
You wouldn't believe some of the things I've seen.
- Inside people. - Yeah, really?
- Go away. - Alice, don't.
No, it's fine. Fuck off. No. Just fuck off!
You feel you'd like to discuss something?
No. [ chuckles ]
Nothing. Thank you, though.
Word up, homedog.
- Steve. - What's the news?
- Er, who knows? Thanks for coming. - You right? What are you drinking?
Er, just a beer. Whatever.
Hello. Can I get a couple of Asahis, please?
- You a bit stressed? - On, it's just work, you know.
Yeah, same. Tell me about it.
Hey, just so you know, er, the other night,
I might not be as cashed up as I was making out to be.
I'm doing alright but it's not like I've got mountains of money.
I didn't come here to hit you up for a loan.
Oh, Right, well, even if you were...
- No, I didn't. - Right. Just saying.
I just wanna know what happened the other night. That's why I'm here.
What with? [ clears throat ]
You know, with me and Alice and you and Jemima.
Well, you were there. How good was it?
I don't remember everything.
Me either. I was pretty fucked up.
Did you...
Were you with Alice at some point? Like, with Alice and me?
Yeah, I had a bit of a play.
What are you asking exactly?
- I just want to know what happened. - Well, what with?
Man, I... I thought it was a free-for-all.
I didn't think you'd be that concerned.
I thought they were a couple of randoms.
- Did you fuck me, Steve? - What?!
No way!
Did I?
Nah, I'm just messing with you, man.
Of course I didn't! What do you think I am?
- I just had to ask, alright? - If I fucked you, you would know it.
- God. - Yeah.
- [ sultry music ] - [ Amy giggles ]
Hey. Is Amy here?
- Yeah, she is, actually. Um... - It's OK. I see her.
Amy.
[ chuckles ] Gus.
Hi.
Er, Gus, this is Damon. Damon, this is Gus.
Right. Hmm.
What are you doing here?
Well, I wanted to see what you're doing this week.
Maybe we could go out for lunch.
- Um, Damon, sweetie... - Yes?
...if you were to get yourself another drink,
I could make Gussy disappear.
Don't make me wait too long, yeah?
I won't.
So, what do you reckon?
Can you not do this while I'm working?
He's not going anywhere.
Now, lunch. Tomorrow.
- I'm busy. - The next day.
I've got the use of a Bentley to drive around for the week.
- Is that good? - It's unbelievable.
You've gotta come for a drive with me.
I don't know, Gus.
A moment ago it was lunch and now it's a drive in some car?
We could do both.
We could go to a drive-through,
pick up some McDonald's.
I'm kidding.
So, are you gonna come?
I'll call you, OK?
Now piss off.
[ giggles ] Go.
- How's it going? - Fine.
LAUREN: Good.
- Lauren, that's my pen. - Oh.
- Sorry. - Thank you.
Do you think you're born to be boss?
I mean, is the boss thing in your genes
or is it just something that you're born with?
I think you've got to have a certain part of your brain removed.
And most of your soul - that helps.
[ chuckles ]
I think you're probably right.
Well, I've worked with quite a few.
How's everything going with your boss man?
- You know, 'Lord of the Trots'. - John?
We've made a date.
For tonight.
Tuesday night?
That's like a sex worker's Saturday.
That's a pretty big deal in the context.
He's coming over and we're locking ourselves in.
Is that code for something?
I'm not entirely sure.
- But you're working, right? - Mmm.
And he's cooking, which is nice.
I bet you the cooking doesn't happen.
You'll be too busy doing other things.
Do you think?
I'm not sure that's the plan.
It's what'll happen, bet you.
I'd be happy to lose that bet.
"My heart's not in it." What's that supposed to mean?
What the client said.
Isn't that the point?
You want someone's heart, you don't ring a sex worker.
That's not true.
It's your job to make them feel like they get everything, heart included.
Maybe you should brush up on your acting skills or something.
Do you want me to call her?
No, I've done that. I've smoothed her feathers and given her a freebie.
It's in your calendar.
OK?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
As long as this doesn't have anything to do with... other stuff.
Like what?
You know. You, me and... whatever.
You mean you and your playmate, what's-his-name.
- Bernie. - Mmm.
I had to tell you somehow.
It probably wasn't the right way to do it...
Yeah, it wasn't. I got it, Nat. OK?
- I've got to go. - Sean...
If you playmates include anyone in my circle of familiarity
it's probably best you let me know.
Just so as I'm not completely unwitting, if you know what I mean.
That probably wasn't the right word to use but...
Jemima Gittoes. I had a drink with her.
- Jemima? - Ex-client.
You're friends with her?
What does 'friend' mean nowadays, since Facebook?
I mean, you went there, as in 'unpaid'.
You know what? Just forget about it.
See you later, Nat.
Alice! Hey.
Um, I'll catch up with you guys.
- How are you doing? - Good. You?
Yeah, yeah. I'm good, I'm good.
- Are you busy? - I am, yeah.
Listen, I, er... I tried to call a few times, leave some messages.
Yeah. Like I said, I've got a lot on right now.
I'd love to have a chat with you.
About what?
Oh, just, you know, we had some fun and it'd be nice to chat about it.
I can't, sorry. Not right now.
- Maybe later, then. - I don't think so. I've got...
- Hey, just... - I can't, Sean!
Hey. I need to talk, alright?
I've got some questions about the other night
and you're the only person that can answer them.
I'm not freaking out, alright?
I just want to... I just want to clarity a few things.
Forget it.
Sean, you're a sex worker. What do you want? 50 bucks?
How much to go the fuck away?
[ laughs awkwardly ]
- Tess. Are you OK? - Hi.
Yep.
No. Is there someone looking at me funny?
- Besides me? - Mmm.
Oh, yeah. And he's walking this way.
Oh, shit. Tell him I'm sick.
- What? - Tess.
- Kevin! - Are you free?
Yeah!
Oh, it's so nice to see you!
She loves art.
She's got a terrific eye for it
and I really think Eve's got some talent.
You know, but the teacher - hopeless!
- Really? - Yeah.
From what Eve says, she can't control the class.
Well, you need to speak to the headmistress.
I've done that. Nothing changes.
Nothing changes!
She just spends her entire time trying to stop people talking.
- So, she's not teaching anything? - Exactly.
You know, there's all this talk, all this rabble,
and no learning going on.
- Eve's a good kid, you know? - [ moans ]
She's a good student but that the thing...
[ sighs ]
[ moans ] You trust her.
Not to be, you know, not to be one of the kids playing up.
Absolutely. She gets good marks at everything else.
But art's her passion.
It really is.
From behind?
Huh?
- Would you like me this way? - Yeah. Yeah, fantastic.
[ grunts ]
Have you thought about tutoring?
I've thought of that but, you know, where's to start even looking?
Well, I know some people.
Oh, my God. If you could help.
Of course I can help.
I'd really appreciate anything you could do.
[ grunts ] Of course.
That's what I'm here for.
[ chopping ]
- Are you sure I can't help? - Oh, no. I'm fine.
Just relax.
I'm not weirding you out, am I?
In what way?
Oh, you know, just taking over your kitchen.
You're welcome to it.
You don't like cooking?
I've done a lot of it.
But never cassoulet.
God.
It's a luxury, being cooked for.
You like pork?
Yes. [ chuckles ]
Sorry. I keep asking you, "Do you like this?" "Do you like that?"
Oh, I need that.
You like white beans, don't you?
Absolutely.
Oh, black pepper. I need black pepper.
- Tell me you've got black pepper. - Yep. Sure.
Great. Thank you.
Mmm!
Oh, good.
[ seductive lounge music ]
[ music continues ]
[ applause on television ]
[ moans ]
[ pants, moans ]
How do you feel about me being a sex worker, John?
The name's not John.
But you being a sex worker, I'm really happy about it.
Good.
[ moans ]
Shit.
[ groans ]
Erin, what are you doing?
I've got Mr OCD coming in 15 minutes.
OK, well, make sure room four is up to scratch.
I've done that five times!
[ gasps ] Maybe I've got OCD. Do you think it's catching?
I'll check it again.
- Tess. - I'm hurrying.
You've had a partner, yeah?
Yes.
How do you know when it's finished?
Um... you just do.
You may not always want to admit it but you pretty much always know.
And then what do you do in terms of wrapping it up?
What do you mean?
Well, what's the protocol if you're not together?
Mmm... no-one speaks for three months, minimum.
In fact, it's probably better never to see them again.
- Really? - Mmm.
It saves a lot of thinking time.
Well, what if you work together - hypothetically?
I mean, I've got some friends splitting up.
Then one of them should get a new career.
That seems harsh.
Mmm, I found it helped.
SEAN: You can avoid my calls for as long as you like
but I will keep calling you, Alice, until you fucking talk to me.
- Hello, handsome. - Hi.
Hey! Hey, I was gonna eat that!
Well, it's gone, isn't it? It's past its use-by date.
Fucking crisper's jam-packed full of shit we're never gonna use.
Look, Sean.
- Sean! - What?
- Talk me through it. - Huh?
What's up your arse?
Nothing is up my arse at this minute, OK?
But we all know that can change.
OK. Yeah.
Um... do you like my dress?
Yeah.
I do. It looks...
- You look lovely. - Thanks.
- it's new? - Yeah. The fruits of prostitution.
[ laughs ]
Have you ever been fucked while you were asleep?
I'm sorry. Don't mind me.
Oh... 'asleep' asleep or what?
Like, so out of it you... you can't remember a thing that happened.
Oh, I've been like that a couple of times
but I don't think anyone had sex with me.
- [ laughs ] I hope not. - If they did, what would you do?
If someone I liked just sort of gave it a go while I was sleeping?
No, no, with someone you barely know and you're completely off your face.
- I'd be pissed off! - Really?
Yeah. It's about allowing, you know? Control and consent.
Everyone knows when someone's that off their chops,
you don't have sex with them - it's, like, a rule.
What if you already had sex with them, though?
When?
- You know, earlier in the night, say? - I'm confused.
Er... has this happened to you?
[ scoffs ] No! Not me. Just someone that I know.
Hello, Jemima.
Nat!
- This is a surprise. - You're not using 232 anymore.
No. Not recently, no.
Hmm.
Though I understand you still see Sean.
Did he tell you that?
Hmm, yeah.
He told me a lot of stuff, actually.
Well, what else did he say?
You tell me, Jemima, You tell me what's been happening.
Look...
I'm sure if Sean wanted you to know the details,
he would've told you himself.
No. No, you see, that's the point.
The fact he doesn't want to tell me means
that I absolutely have to know.
I think that you should just keep on asking him.
I'm asking you.
[ sighs ]
Things got out of hand.
Mmm?
- AMY: Are we doing laps for a reason? - GUS: What?
There's a park right there.
[ cleards throat ] I can't see it from the restaurant.
So what, Gus? Just park it already!
- GUS: I need to make sure it's safe. - Oh, my God.
Can you drop me off and pick up later?
You've got an illness, Gus.
I've seen a documentary about people like you.
Why didn't you tell me?
Why would I? It happened outside of work hours.
So? That doesn't mean I don't care.
It's not exactly something you rush to tell your ex-girlfriend, is it?
That in itself made it hard in terms of talking to you about it.
Who knows what happened exactly, anyway?
Jemima seemed to have a pretty good idea.
Jemima is nuts.
She's got no reason to lie.
- There's were four of you. - Yeah.
Alice was the one who...
She and I.
So you were conscious?
Oh, look, I know how it sounds, OK?
I get off my face, hooked up in some foursome
and all bets are off.
I'm probably not the right person to give you advice about this.
I'm not in that world but...
...if it makes you feel any better, I can understand why you'd be upset.
- You can? - Absolutely.
If it happened to me, I'd be messy.
I'm trying to... stop being messy. I just want to get it out of my head.
I'm just not sure how to go about that at the moment.
Have you spoken to Alice?
- Yeah, I tried to but she brushed me. - Right.
You might have to do that again.
It feels like you need to sort this out with her.
Yeah.
- You can pick 'em. - [ laughs ] Yeah, tell me about it.
[ sniffs ]
[ crash! ]
Oh, sorry!
- Is everything alright, sir? - Yeah, everything's dandy, mate.
[ sniffs ]
Ma'am, the risotto.
What are you doing?
I could always tell them to bring the food out here.
I'm coming now, I just... left my phone.
Yeah, sure.
Maybe you like the car so much, you stole the keys
and wanna take it for a test drive?
Yeah, I'm a true petrolhead.
Mmm.
- Gus? - Mmm?
Let's fuck.
- Oh, I'd love to. - [ giggles ]
You'd be too scared of getting jizzy on the leather.
[ whispers ] Here. I've got a present.
Oh, my God. Today just gets better and better.
Mm-hm. Hey!
Not in the, er... not in the car.
You go. I'll see you in there.
Go on! I'll be two minutes.
[ sniffs ] Ah!
[ whispers ] Don't mess up the Bentley.
- You cool? - Um... teensy-weensy problem.
I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!
- Just call the people... - I can't.
Whatever they're called - the roadside service.
No, I can't!
If you're not a member, it doesn't matter.
- You can join up. What? - [ groans ] Amy.
They get the keys out for you.
- We use it all the time... - Amy, shut up for a second!
- It doesn't work like that. - Why not?
Because this car! You don't just ring up.
It's, like, got high-end security. It's one of the features.
Pretty fucking stupid feature.
[ laughs ] I mean, what if you look your keys in the car?
Well, you use your spare key or you ring the dealer.
- So ring him. - I'm not the registered owner!
So they won't talk to me.
And even if they did. They'd want to talk to the, er... the old man,
and he'll be...
- [ groans ] - Hey! Is this your dad's car?
[ groans ]
[ laughs ]
He said you could use it, though, right?
- Nah! No, no. - [ squeals ]
- He didn't. Oh, damn it! - Oh, shit.
[ mutters angrily ]
- Jesus, what are you doing! - [ groans ]
- [ car alarms shrieks ] - Oh! What are you doing?
- What have you done, you mad bitch? - It's OK.
- It's OK. Look, we can get it fixed. - Oh, Christ! Oh, Jesus!
- Hey! Listen to me. Someone broke in. - [ car alarm stops ]
- Ohhh! - But it wasn't you.
So it's not your fault, obviously.
- We can get the window fixed. - I don't think... [ splutters ]
- It's not like a standard window! - What-what do you mean?
It's a car. It's the window. How complicated can it be?
It's complicated.
I'd just like to let sir and madam know your meals are ready.
Does it look... does it look like we're ready?
Dude?
- Really? - [ laughs ]
- God, Gus, come on. - Get in the car.
- [ whines ] No, no! - Just get in the car!
- But what about lunch? - Fuck lunch!
- [ siren wails ] - Oh, shit.
[ laughs ]
[ giggles ]
Excuse me, sir. Is this your vehicle?
Er... yep.
Yeah. can we see some ID?
- Sure. - [ snickers ]
- Your driver's licence. - [ laughs ]
[ laughs ]
What are you looking at?
Careful he doesn't shoot you, Gus.
[ softly ] Boom!
It's a car, Gus. It's just a car.
You know? It could be so much worse.
I mean... are you deaf?
Are you blind? No!
Are you lame?
[ baby voice ] Amy's never done it in a police wagon.
Never, ever.
[ Amy giggles ]
[ pants ]
Oh! Oh!
[ both gasp, squeal ]
[ both laugh ]
Nothing happened, Sean.
We had a good time, I went home. That's all there is to it.
See, I seem to remember more than that.
Well, you're wrong.
Jemima remembers things a little differently.
Jemima? What would she know? She was out to it on the couch.
Plus, I don't understand why we need the whole post-mortem.
It kinds of takes the fun out of it if you ask me.
Tell me about the fun, Alice. Tell me about your kind of fun.
What?
- What gets you off? - OK, now you're just being weird.
You fucked me in the arse when I was out of it.
I konw you did. I just want you to admit it.
I just want to hear you say it and I will just walk away.
OK, you need to stop talking - that's what you need.
Stop running around making accusations.
- What? - I'm a lawyer, Sean.
And you're making serious allegations here.
If I were you, I'd keep my mouth shut and move on
before you end up in court.
Court? Who said anything about court?
OK? I just want some information for my own sake.
Listen! All this stuff that you're saying is crazy.
Do you hear me?
Whatever it is you're obsessing about - it never happened.
So let it go.
OK. Let's go to court, then just like you said.
Don't even joke about it, Sean.
40 grand or I'm suing you.
- Are you trying to blackmail me now? - Oh, I wouldn't call it that.
I'd call it a lesson in manners.
You're getting off pretty lightly considering what would happen
if I went to the police.
[ scoffs ] Go to the police. See if I give a shit.
You really ant this in court, do you? In public?
Do you?
Doesn't worry me.
It's not like it's gonna harm my career.
- Steve! - Oh, dude. Alice just rang.
- I don't want to be involved. - Hey, you may not be yet. I dunno.
- You're taking her to court. - Well, it may not go that far.
Yeah, but... if it does, I wasn't there. It had nothing to do with me.
- You're a witness. - I didn't see her do anything.
No-one's accusing you of anything, Steve.
I don't want to look like a fag.
Did you hear what I just said to you?
I wasn't there, mate. Not me.
Thanks, mate. You're so bloody Australian, aren't you?
$150 an hour. Are you kidding?
Sorry, OK. Er, let me get back to you.
- You moonlighting? - No. Art classes. $150 an hour!
You want to be an artist?
I'm trying to organise a tutor for one of my clients.
Well, for his kid.
That's money the client should be spending on you.
I know! But I said I'd help.
Wow. Above and beyond.
Er, Tess, I have a pile of ironing that needs to be done.
- Hmm? - If you're interested.
Oh. [ laughs ]
[ door opens, slams ]
AMY: Oh, damn!
[ shoes clatter loudly ]
[ giggles ] Hey, Sean!
- Amy, what are you doing? - Oh, I've gotta grab my clothes.
I'm so late for work. Nat's gonna kill me.
- How's it going? - Yeah, it's all good.
- Yep. - How was lunch?
Fantastic.
I, um, I got arrested and I think I'm in love.
- You got arrested? - [ laughs ] Yeah!
It was awesome but I've got to go so...
...see you!
[ sighs ]
[ door slams ]
- Terrible at cards. - Tell me about it.
[ chuckles ] Hmm.
- John... - Yes?
What is it, Lauren?
I'm a sex worker.
Are you sure you don't have trouble with that?
None of my business.
LAUREN: Of course it is.
Well, you don't tell me how to run my business.
That's different.
You're not having sex with all your truck drivers, are you?
Not all of them. No.
- You know what I mean. - Yeah.
Well, it's not like we're serious at this stage.
Are we?
No. We're not.
Nine of clubs.
[ door slams ]
- JOHN: Tess. - Oh, God! I forgot.
Housemate.
[ laughs uncomfortably ]
I'm... exhausted.
- I'm just... Bedtime. - Yeah.
I think I'll go raid that wine cellar.
OK. Great idea.
JOHN: Another red OK with you?
LAUREN: Yeah. Fine.
- He said it was none of his business. - What?
Me being a sex worker.
Who cares what he thinks about that?
- That's not the question. - It's not?
No!
The question is, "John, are you gonna fuck me?"
Hmm. That is the question.
Only one that matters.
No. We're talking it slowly. That's what we agreed on.
Oh, fine - take it slowly...
...after you've fucked each other senseless.
This is a man who's just come out
of a marriage and monogamy and all that... [ sighs ]
...hideous relationship stuff.
He's fragile.
He doesn't need me dragging him back in.
Why not?
Why should he escape?
He should escape - from me.
Why? 'Cause you'll devour him?
No. Because I checked on him.
I checked his mobile to see who he'd been ringing -
all those other women he might actually be having sex with.
Well, that's just healthy demented curiosity.
I say drag him with both hands. He'll love it.
Not that I'm anyone to be giving advice. [ laughs ]
Oh, do you have a decent art tutor for after school?
I do, actually. I had a brilliant one for Kate.
- Gus. - Hey.
- Just here for a drink. - Certainly.
Hello, handsome. [ giggles ]
Ooh!
- Give me two minutes, OK? - Yep.
- You've got a booking in 15 minutes. - I...
- Mr Lancy. - Yeah. I'm onto it.
Well, fix your eyeliner. It's smudged. Left eye.
And the boy at the bar, Gus - he's a friend of yours?
Oh, no, no. Gus is a client.
He seems to spend time at the bar
and not enough time at the beds of late.
Oh, well. Sure I can lure him back across the line.
OK. Just checking. Didn't want it to go the other way.
No. Hey, Nat.
Yes.
Is something weird happening with Sean at the moment?
What?
Just... I feel like something weird's going down with him.
- And he's already a weird... - Amy! Back to work.
- Hello. - Hey.
[ laughs ] Still talking to me?
- Mmm. I'm a sucker. I guess so. - [ laughs ] Yeah.
- You finishing up now? - Oh.
- No. 4:00am. - [ clears throat ]
- Um... can't you finish work now? - No.
Why not? Let's go somewhere.
I can't do that!
Why not?
Not all of us have got Daddy's money to play with.
- I earn my own fucking money. - Mmm. Sure.
Should stick to driving your own car, then too.
What?
Gussie!
Hey! I'm sorry.
Um... let me make you lunch.
Tomorrow? I'll cook lunch for you at my house.
OK. Sure.
Great! It's a date.
- I'll, um... I'll see you then. - Yep.
"As the owner of 232,
"you will take all measures to have your employees
"cease and desist from stalking Ms Alice Lee."
Stalking her? Is she for real?
"Otherwise, we will take the matter further..." Blah, blah, blah.
Basically, they're saying that she will sue 232 if you don't back off.
She can't od that. It's got nothing to do with this place.
It probably has. In any case, she'll make life hard.
Do you want me to back down?
No. Actually. I think I hate the bitch almost as much as you do.
There might be another way. Leave it with me.
[ phone rings ]
NAT: Bernie, it's me.
Stapler.
[ gasps ]
What?
You're holding a stapler, aren't you?
Yes. I'm holding a stapler.
- Listen... - Talk me through it, Natalie.
Stop it. Listen.
You told me that you worked in arbitration and mediation.
Do you work in... stationery?
- [ gasps ] - Bernie!
Behave.
I'm asking you to give it a chance at least.
Mediation?
I know someone who specialises in it,
and I could get him to set up a meeting.
- You really think it would be useful? - It's worth a try.
Yeah.
[ sighs ] OK.
Except the 'someone' is Bernie.
- You're kidding me. - It's what he does.
And I trust him totally - well, as much as I trust anyone.
Bernie knowing all the details of my private life.
- No fuckin' way. - He doesn't care, Sean.
He's not made that way.
Besides which, you know a fair amount about his world.
Bernie.
- Staple boy. - Sean.
Yeah. Alright.
As long as Alice shows, I'm prepared to give it a go.
Good.
- [ quietly ] Come here. - [ sobs ]
Come here.
- [ sobs ] - Oh.
Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh.
- [ sobs ] - Shhh.
There's four numbers.
The top number is a lady - she comes very highly recommended.
Thanks. I'll think about it.
Well, she sounds perfect.
Yeah, well, look,
maybe Eve should be focusing on more core subjects -
you know, maths, science.
I mean, maybe that's the way I should be pushing.
- Really? - Yeah. We're good.
In the meantime, I wouldn't mind you witnessing a few signatures for me.
You what?
Well, I gotta get the contract in the mail, and I thought...
- Ooh. - ...while I was here.
You know I'm very expensive.
Won't take a minute.
[ laughs ] Come on. Just this way. You're right.
- [ laughs ] - Where are we going?
We're nearly there. We're nearly there.
- Where? - [ laughs ] Hey!
- I can't see a thing! - Good! That's very good.
Alright, now. Now stay. Don't move. And no peeking.
- No peeking. - Wh...? What do you mean, no peeking?
- Just a little one? - [ laughs ] No!
- Where are you? Hello! - I'm just here!
Alright. Take it off.
Jesus! A Freightliner. A 101?
Come on. Take me for a test drive.
You bet!
- Cripes! Get in there. - [ laughs ]
[ both moan and gasp ]
- Oh, Lauren. - Oh!
- Oh!
- Yes! - Oh!
[ moans ecstatically ]
[ sighs ]
So what we're gonna do here is break the deadlock
so that we can move forward.
Shouldn't we wait till Alice get here before starting the preamble?
Yeah. I was just giving Sean the facts.
I know what the facts are. I just want her facing up to them.
OK, well, we could try and be a little less adversarial.
[ laughs ] Well, at least I'm here. She's not even here, is she?
Well, she did say she'd be a bit late.
- We'll just give her 10 more minutes. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Are you getting weird with the stapler?
- NAT: Sean! - He's fonding the fucking stapler.
Look, I'm not your adversary, Sean.
[ scoffs ]
[ laughs ]
- You know what? - NAT: Sean...
- Sean, I'm sorry. - What are you sorry about?
Just that it didn't work out and...
...in some weird way I feel responsible for all of this.
- Nat, this has nothing to do with you. - Bernie, shut up.
Please.
Maybe none of this would have happened
if we...
...if I wasn't so screwed up int he bedroom.
Hey. You can't think like that.
Well, we didn't get together because of me,
and... you had to go elsewhere.
No. This is my mess, OK? I did it all on my own.
It's got nothing to do with you.
Yeah, but this whole time
the argument... you and me about sex and fucking.
- SEAN: That has got nothing to do with this. - It screwed you up.
And I hate seeing you like this.
- I hate it. - It's pretty simple, really.
She's crazy.
- Alice? - And I got in the way.
That's it?
Yeah. Maybe.
I'm gonna go. She's not coming.
Hey! What are you doing?
Should I have asked permission first, should I?
Get away from me.
- You've gotta sort yourself out. - Me? [ laughs ] That's a joke.
- Come on. I wanna get this over with. - And, what. I should oblige?
Is that how it works with you, Alice? The fucking lawyer.
- You're pathetic. - Me?
See, I know what's going on with you.
You're screwed up about something
and it eats at you every day and every night...
We need to mediate.
...something that's got absolutely nothing to do with me.
I was just an easy target, wasn't I?
Probably one of many.
Probably one of a lot more to come.
You really don't want to chase this down, do you?
- I'm OK. - Mmm.
Good luck, Alice. Hope you work it out.
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