"I think they're biased against women." "I got the job." "Some chick has baked homemade muffins and left them on my doorstep - this is not good." "I'm coming home next week." "I'll book a flight now." "Your job is more important." "There is nothing more important to me in this world than you." "What are you gonna tell them, huh?" "Hey!" "Considering your visa status, this time I'm contacting Immigration and informing them we're intending to charge you." "I've only ever been in one relationship before, so this is a little strange for me." "I have to get ready soon." "What for?" "I've got a... a prior engagement." "Have you seen a light wooden box about this big, with a gold lock on it?" "The Sasha Box?" "Sasha was very beautiful, but troubled." "So, what went wrong?" "She betrayed him." "What are you doing with that?" "Will you come in!" "I know it's not until tomorrow, but Warwick's coming down, and I might not see you." "Nah." "It's always nice to have presents when you first wake up anyway." "Happy birthday, for tomorrow." "Thank you so much, Maggie." "Ooh, hang on - there's a card!" "Oho!" "I would have offered you breakfast in bed, but our family dropped that tradition a long time ago." "So, what are your plans for the big day?" "Oh, thank you." "I'm trying to pick a restaurant." "Yes?" "Tom's taking me somewhere special." "Oh!" "That's wonderful!" "Mmm." "And at the moment, I'm torn between Hawkstone..." "Oh, that looks nice." "I know, right?" "But Sails is ahead, because it has rabbit on the menu, and I LOVE rabbit." "Rabbit?" "Mmm." "Really?" "Mmm." "Gosh." "Yeah, I..." "I love it." "And they have wines to match everything." "You know, I have heard great things about Hawkstone." "Really?" "I would definitely book Hawkstone." "And don't worry about his wallet." "Oh." "Sorry." "Ugh." "Damn." "It's work." "I have to go back." "I'm sorry." "Oh, that's alright." "Have a great day tomorrow." "Oh, thank you." "I'll see you soon." "Bye." "Mwah!" "Bye." "Oh, it is SO beer o'clock." "You want one?" "No, no." "I need my hand-eye coordination if I'm gonna get this dish right." "Let me tell you a little secret." "The trick is you start drinking early, and then, by the time FAT night starts, you're too drunk to even care about the competition." "Well, I'm seeing Max after dinner, so I don't want to turn up with my underpants on my head." "He's in Port Hedland, doing a story on the strike, but he's back tonight." "Well, you know what they say about journos on assignment - interview all day, intercourse all night." "Was that... meant to be funny?" "It's a fact." "Oh." "Mmm." "Hey, how do you feel about dinner parties two nights in a row?" "Why?" "'Cause it's Ava's birthday tomorrow." "Uh, I was planning on taking her to dinner tomorrow night." "Oh." "Right." "OK." "Yep." "I told her to pick somewhere nice." "But..." "I can cancel." "No, no, go ahead." "You know, she's all yours." "Come on, Warwick - answer." "You are not gonna believe this - I have just seen Sasha." "And I don't know what to do about Tom." "Call me." " OK, so, no names." " Oh, here we go." "OK?" "No names." "Uh, wait - is that surnames or just first names?" "Any names - nicknames, anything." "Only "Oi, you" and stuff like that." "So, no names, no pointing?" " Wait." "Wait, wait, wait." " Oi!" "You pointed!" "Oh, no, I was just asking a question." "How delicious does losing taste, Thomas?" "No names!" "Oh...!" "So, the secret I picked up in Singapore is think twice before you accuse someone else of breaking the rules." "Hey, exactly how many times did you and Rebecca play this game?" "Hey!" "Oh, no!" "You'd better get those bones knitting, baby." "Ugh!" "Bet you the perfect PA never calls him Steve..." "Oh, my God!" "I didn't!" "I didn't!" "I didn't!" "Oh, my God - we all pointed!" "Hey!" "Uh, there's some pumpkin risotto over there, but steer clear of the shots." "Hey, thanks." "I'm starving." "What, are you worried about Song starting next week?" "Yeah, no, it's not the best start, having the new senior lawyer know that I lied about Nick." "Oh, Nick" " I said his name." "You know what?" "You should go in on the charm offensive and arrive with a box of cronuts." "Oh, I think it is gonna take a little bit more than an overdose of fat and sugar to get Song back on side." "Oh, crap" " I said her name." "Uh, what's a cronut?" "It's a cross between a croissant and a doughnut, and it's super-delicious." "Uh, not as delicious as my sauteed strawberries." "Ohh!" "Bring it on!" "Yes!" "Good!" "Sorry." "I want that in me." "More risotto!" "Grace, you're smashed." "Oh, and your powers of observation are staggering." "I might call it a night." "Are you OK?" "Goodnight, mate." "Yeah." "Yeah, he's just weird." "He's just suffering from general weirdness." "What did you do to him in Rio?" "Grace!" "See you, guys." " Bye." " See ya." "That was yum." "I'm gonna grab a shower." "OK." "Now, I've spoken to Ava, and she's very happy to do birthday dinner at home." "Oh, no, no, no - I don't want to spoil your plans." "Plus, I can cook anytime." "You could cook for Max." "Where's Max?" "How is Max?" "Um, he's away." "But we have been text-flirting." "Mmm." "He probably group-texts." "Can you stop, please?" "Not too many texts - just... enough." "But, you know, I don't want to be that partner that's like," ""Why aren't you replying to my texts?"" ""Partner"?" "Oh, no, I don't mean 'partner' - I mean... uh..." "One-night stand?" "Excuse me!" "I'm sorry." "That's..." "Oh, sorry." "Oh, my God!" "I got it." "I got it." "Oh, my God." "Oh, my God." "Are you alright?" "That's awesome!" "Good job." "Yeah." "Oh." "You ARE back." "Hey." "Yeah, um, I wasn't sure whether you were or not." "So, um, I just wanted to let you know that that smoke and the alarm and everything was, um... ..uh, it was nothing." "So..." "OK." "Yeah." "So..." "Actually, it was something - it was a fire." "Um, but not a big fire." "So I just wanted to let you know, in case you were panicked, um..." "And I wasn't." "Good." "Good." "You never told me you were the building's fire warden." "Well, I didn't want to intimidate you." "Actually, I was gonna ask if I could borrow the helmet." "Right." "Look, if you're not too busy, um, you know, fighting fires..." "Yes?" "..you might want to, um, come inside?" "OK." "Uh, Song, it's Grace here." "Um, I'm really sorry for the late-night message." "Um..." "Oh, you are gonna be so great in this job." "And you have my full support." "And I'm serious." "At least, I was actually thinking about that time that we went up to..." "Whose bright idea was this again?" "Ugh." "I can't remember." "Let's just go for a surf down here." "I can't be buggered driving all that way." "I need a coffee." "It's times like this I miss 24-hour room service." "Mmm." "Alright." "Man, you've gotta be loving it over there, huh?" "Drinking games?" "The high life?" "Yeah." "It just feels wrong without Dani." "Yeah, right." "No, I'm serious, man." "The guys I work with have wives back home as well as girlfriends in Singapore." "And that's just... not me." "Well, how do they get away with that?" "I don't know." "Everyone lives in this tiny bubble." "I don't want to go to the same place every night, see the same people do the same things." "Well, not like we do here." "No, but it's clients and expats - it's not mates." "I want to be in bed watching movies with my wife." "Are you really doing it tough?" "I hate it over there, man." "Especially without her." "Well, why don't you just whack her on a plane and get her over there?" "No, I can't." "We agreed to wait till the leg's fixed, for her sake." "She's pretty good on the boot now, mate." "I think... she might be up for the move sooner than you think." "You reckon?" "I reckon." "Oop." "Hey!" "No!" "That's supposed to be my job." "Well, thank you for the brekkie in bed." "My mum always insisted on birthday breakfast in bed, until my 14th birthday, when things got a bit awkward." "Now she... knocks." "That's great." "Mmm." "Well, looks like this will live to see another day." "Yeah." "If we can get rid of the smell." "Well, we can just get pizzas tonight, if you like, and still include Miranda." "No, I think we should stick to our plan, go out together." "Have you decided on a restaurant yet?" "Mmm." "Something you need to know about me, Tom." "Hmm?" "I can never make up my mind." "Which is why I said that I would book it." "Well, if you're having trouble deciding," "I can always make it a surprise for you." "No." "No?" "It can be a surprise for you instead." "Perfect." "Oh, GOD!" "42 minutes?" "!" "I left a 42-minute message on Song's voicemail last night at 1:00 in the morning." "Oh." "What the hell was I saying all that time?" "!" "Uh, it wasn't just what you were saying." "What?" "Well, I..." "I heard you singing." "What?" "!" "Uh, it was, like, a '90s medley, or..." "Oh..." "Why didn't you stop me?" "!" "Well, I didn't know that you were on the phone." "I...thought that you were having your own little private party." "I think I was trying to remind her how much fun we used to have at uni, and we... we used to do karaoke." "Did you used to sing MMMBop by Hanson?" "No." "Yeah, that was in the medley." "Oh, God." "I have just made things so much worse." "Wait - where are you going?" "Why are you abandoning me and my time of crisis?" "I need to go see the rent boy." "Oh." "Um..." "Your Alanis Morissette, Ironic - beyond reproach." "Oh..." "Hello?" "It's Colette." "Who's this?" "Hi, Sandra." "Uh, sorry, no." "I think Rob's gone for a surf." "N-no." "Actually, I just woke up." "Yep, I will ask your son to call you." "OK." "Bye." "I'm sorry about this." "I wrote the number down wrong last time." "The guy won't come until he has it." "That's fine." "Hey, would you prefer if I go through the agent next time?" "No." "Well, it's just, um, that the rent hasn't come through yet." "Oh." "Sorry." "Yeah." "Here " "I'll give you cash." "Uh, look, I know that I just completely bypassed the agent, but I think when it comes to money we should stick to official channels." "My husband's a little anal." "Not with me." "That is not what I meant." "OK." "Uh, look, is there any, uh, point in talking to you about doing a story on my waste-to-energy plant?" "You know, I'm probably not a good fit for that." "Do you... want to... get it?" "You know what?" "I'll have a look into, uh, doing your story, OK?" "As a favour to my landlady." "Uh..." "Oh." "Uh, great." "Well, I'll drop the information over." "Great." "Well, if I'm not here, just put it in an envelope and slip it under the door." "Uh, O..." "OK." "Thanks." "Bye." "Hey." "Oh - you brought me tea." "White with half a sugar, right?" "Mm-hm." "Yum." " I'm here!" " Finally." "I called you again this morning." "You didn't answer." "Didn't want to be on the phone." "Cops are all over that freeway." "I couldn't sleep at all last night." "What are we gonna do?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, do we tell Tom about seeing Sasha or not?" "Well, it's a big city." "If they haven't run into each other yet, they're not going to." "But this is the whole point " "Ava wants to eat at the restaurant where Sasha's working." "Tonight, Warwick!" "What is she, a waitress?" "Sommelier." "So do I warn him or not?" "I don't see the value in you interfering." "He'd want to know." "Would he?" "He's put all that Sasha drama behind him." "Uh, that's not exactly true." "And I'd want to know." "But at the same time I'm terrified if I tell him he'll charge straight across to see her." "I doubt it." "Maybe Tom's more over the break-up than you think." "Or maybe he's more over it than you." "So, how much longer do you have to wear the boot?" "Ugh." "Forever." "Nah." "I've only got two more specialist appointments, so..." "Hey!" "Hey!" "You and your boot and the beach have made friends again." "I'm getting pretty good at it now." "Good times." "Mmm." "You guys want to go for brunch?" "Cool." "Yeah." "Hey, um, can..." "can we catch up with you?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Alright." "So I guess we'll... catch you later." "OK." "See ya." "Hey..." "Do your family know that we're together?" "Sorry?" "Your family - do they know we're on again?" "Um, I don't..." "I'll give you a hand." "No, they don't." "What's going on?" "Your mum called the house, and she was very surprised to hear my voice." "I just..." "I wanted to tell her in person, you know?" "Or... ..were you avoiding it because you didn't want to hear her bag me out?" "You and me back together is what I want more than anything." "Alright?" "I have no doubts." "Are you off?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "I've got a few bits and pieces to get organised." "It's Ava's birthday today." "What are you up to later?" "No idea yet." "Um, it's kind of hard to think past this deadline." "Right." "Well, if you need some inspiration..." "You don't want to be the inspiration for this story." "What are you working on?" "Uh, it's just a freelance piece." "Oh, OK." "Well, um, good luck, and, um, I might catch you later." "OK." "You know, my family's gonna support me whatever I do, wherever I live, and whoever is stupid enough to live with me." "It's their job." "Speaking of which, how stupid are you feeling today?" "Scale of 1 to 10 - 1 being, "Let's just keep walking", 10 being..." ".."Yes, Rob, I'd love to move back in with you"?" "I'm... just not at the 10 mark yet." "Look, I know you said we should just enjoy it, but I'm enjoying it, so much." "I'd just like to enjoy it all the time." "Hello, darling." "Hi, Mum." "Have you been having a cheeky fag?" "Oh, don't be silly." "I haven't smoked for a decade!" "Uh-huh." "Are you all set for the dinner tonight?" "For the what?" "Oh, it's lovely that you're taking Ava out somewhere special for her birthday." "Oh!" "Right." "Yeah, yeah." "Yeah, no, looking forward to it." "So, I guess this means things are going well between you two." "Oh, so, are we having a romance talk?" "Hmm?" "Have you told Ava about Sasha?" "Why would I do that?" "Well, it's just that when you first get together with someone, you usually talk about those things." "OK." "But in my case that'd be pointless, seeing as Sasha's got nothing to do with anything anymore." "Darling, you have this whole box dedicated to your ex-girlfriend's memory." "Who told you that?" "Miranda?" "I just think, if you're moving forward with someone else, then it's probably good to let go of the past." "Do you know what, Mum?" "I don't want to sound like a arsehole but, times like this, I really wish we didn't live in the same building." "I'm just trying to make sure that you've had some..." "No!" "Bad chat!" "..closure." "Bad chat, Mum." "I saw Tom." "I didn't tell him about Sasha." "I hope I've done the right thing." "What's this about?" "I found it in the draw." "It tastes a terrible for what it's worth." "I could smell it on you as soon as I came here." "Lying in bed last night, read, living the whole... time." "I just had it's overwhelming edge." "Are you stressed out about it?" "Warwick, you should have seen him react on her name brought up." "I just wanted to test the waters." "And she's still not out of his system." "I think it's best to keep the lid on it." "Que?" "This letter says they're cancelling my student visa." "You were informed the Immigration Department would be told about the alleged incident." "Alleged - exactly." "Nothing has been proven, so..." "It's out of our hands." "No, they can't cancel my visa before the case is heard." "I mean, innocent until proven guilty, right?" "It was your second assault offence." "S-sir." "Please." "Can't you just call them and tell them the case isn't even in court yet?" "I mean, this is my whole life we're talking about." "Sorry." "Eyes closed." "Promise." "Is it a pony?" "Yes, it's a pony." "Ah." "Thanks, buddy." "Turn it round." "It's the one that you said was your favourite from my exhibition." "Oh." "Wow." "Thank you so much." "That's OK." "And it's the same as Tom's." "Well, you both have spectacular taste in art." "He has print number one, and you have number two." "Ah." "But there's plenty more birthday fun to come... ..when I come back from the shops." "Oh!" "Mwah!" "See you soon." "OK." "Bye." "Bye." "How does one acquire a roll of cash?" "Deal drugs." "Oh, don't say that." "Ugh!" "I don't know." "I'm sure there are plenty of other explanations." "I just can't think of any." "Oh, he's dodgy." "Well, he's attractively dodgy." "No, I'm worried about Miranda." "Why?" "I mean, she could do with some bad boy action." "Oh, come here." "Oh." "I want to smother you in kisses while I still have the chance." "Ugh." "Mmm." "Can we just remember that some of us are violently hung-over and that public displays of affection may cause nausea." "You really are rocking that boot now." "Mmm!" "It's just like a real leg." "Does that mean you're up for an outdoorsy husband date this arvo?" "I've got something to ask you." "That sounds promising." "Yeah?" "Romantic picnic before I head off?" "Alright, I gotta organise." "Oh, that could be Song." "Is all forgiven?" "No." "It's Carlos." "I'm too hung-over for this." "What does that mean?" ""I need to see you now."" "I told you this would happen." "It's so hard to resist Carlos when he's in full flight." "He's all serpent hips and flashing eyes." "Are you still drunk?" "Maybe." "Then you should definitely shag him." "Hello, Grace." "Oh." "Hey." "I just got your text." "Yeah." "I was already in the street." "I'm..." "I'm sorry that I called you weird last night." "Don't worry." "Um, Grace, I have a big problem, and I need your help." "Um, yeah, I'm not at my best today, sorry." "Grace, this is urgent." "This is different to the courier." "How?" "You still punched the guy." "No, I..." "I tackled him, to stop him from getting her." "What is with this whole 'knight in shining armour' thing?" "I didn't know that she was lying." "It doesn't matter whether she was lying or not." "You can't go around attacking people just because you think they're doing the wrong thing." "Defending people." "No, there are proper legal channels to go through if you think there's a domestic violence issue." "OK, so, then, how do I beat Immigration through... proper legal channels?" "You need a licensed immigration lawyer." "That's not my field." "Come on, Carlos, you were always gonna go home." "This is just a little bit earlier than expected." "No, it's... it's not an option." "If you just went back for a..." "It's not an option!" "I'm not going back." "Grace doesn't want to help me." "Well, have you told her?" "The whole story?" "I..." "I don't want to have to explain, you know..." "So, how... how can we help?" "Ugh." "Well..." "I hate to ask you guys, since you already bailed me out, but, um, could you lend me some money?" "I don't know how much a lawyer will cost, but, um..." "Yeah, yeah." "Yeah, of course, we'll help." "Really?" "Yeah?" "Thank you so much." "I really, really appreciate." "Um, I'll find out who to talk to, and... you know..." "Yeah, yeah." "Alright." "We'll, um..." "Thank you." "You do that, and we'll chat later, eh?" "OK." "OK." "Thank you, man." "Yeah." "Cool." "What's wrong?" "I just..." "I mean, I don't mind him asking for money, but I just don't want him coming around here laying all that stuff about Brazil on you." "Why not?" "Because I don't want you getting upset and worried." "You are very sweet." "But stop protecting me." "Hey." "Um, have you got a lighter?" "There's no matches in the kitchen." "What are you planning to burn down now?" "It was your fault." "Mmm." "Uh..." "Hey, can you please not tell my mum about my personal business?" "I don't." "Yeah." "Right." "Thanks." "Thank you for the cronut." "No problem." "Hey - birthday selfie." "Yeah." "Happy birthday!" "Happy birthday to me!" "Mmmmm!" "Mmm!" "Mmm." "You know, the good thing about Max is that we can work together as well." "I love that." "Hang on - let me quality check before you put it up." "Tick." "Yeah?" "Mm-hm." "Oh." "Max has posted a photo with a beer next to a laptop, saying, "Deadline smashed."" "Looks like we've both got a hot date tonight, lady." "Ah." "Looks like we do." " Hi!" " Hey." "So, word on the street is it's knock-off time." "Word on the street is correct." "Um..." "I can only stick around for one." "My mate Cappy just came in from the NT." "Oh." "Fine." "Sorry." "It's just a bit of a last-minute thing." "No, no, no." "I've got stuff to do anyway." "I just wanted to come over for one beer and then go." "Great." "Hey." "Oh." "Cheers." "Cheers." "Hey." "What happened to your date?" "Oh, Max had to catch up with a friend." "I didn't want to get in the way." "Oh." "Catching up with a mate, was he?" "Yeah." "Cappy, from Darwin." "That's a shame." "Mmm." "It sounds like a case of a guy that wanted one thing, got it and then headed for the door, if you ask me." "What is your problem with Max?" "Don't you think you're being a little naive?" "Why?" "Because he's interesting?" "Or because he's interested in me?" "Is that... is that so hard to believe?" "No, of course not." "Do you... do you actually think that he wants a relationship?" "Well, we had a pretty amazing time together, and actually, he's the only guy since I've been here that's made me feel happy." "So that's gotta say something, right?" "He's just a player." "You don't even know him!" "Oh, I do." "Really?" "Mm-hm." "Guys..." "I know the walk, the talk, I know how a guy like that thinks." "Why?" "Because it's the way you walk, talk and think?" "OK, whatever." "Maybe what bugs you about Max is what bugs you about you." "Where's this coming from?" "Living with you, Tom - MONTHS of you." "Alright, forget I even said anything." "I don't really want this." "Right." "Well, the truth hurts, huh?" "The TRUTH is I saw Max kissing another girl the same night that you guys hooked up." "THAT'S the truth." "Hurts, huh?" "I mean, who does Tom think he is?" "Are you sure that Max is as into this relationship as you are?" "Oh, my gosh." "Please, don't you start." "No, I'm not." "I'm not." "I'm..." "I'm happy for you." "I..." "I am." "I..." "I just..." "He was pretty blunt about wanting sex from the start." "Yeah, so what?" "He's being open and honest." "When is that such a bad thing?" "It's... it's... not." "But has he said that he wants a relationship?" "Grace, are you home?" "Hey, um, no, you don't have to go." "You can stay." "No." "I should..." "I should make a move." "Are you good?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "OK." "Hi." "Hi." "What's wrong?" "Yeah, no, I..." "I know all of that and, like I said to him, it's not worth fighting." "He's gonna get sent home anyway." "Listen, Carlos won't tell you this, but I think you should know." "When we were in Brazil, we spent a lot of time at his cousin's cafe." "We were there just before we left." "Don't tell me he punched someone." "These guys, uh... ..apparently drug lords, stabbed a cop, in front of Carlos." "He had blood on his shirt - that's how close he was." "Oh, my God." "And if these guys can stab a cop, who knows what they can do to Carlos?" "Does... does he really think they're gonna try and kill him?" "Well, it's possible." "If you were him, would you risk it?" "No." "Mummy!" "What brings you...?" "She cheated on you, Rob." "She's not worth your time." "Ugh!" "You didn't like her BEFORE she cheated." "I had an instinct, and I was right." "You agreed." "Mum, will you give me a break?" "Look, the whole reason I rang this morning was to tell you to thank Jenny." "Imagine when SHE picked up the phone, cool as a cucumber." "Thank Jenny for what?" "The muffins." "I told her you were single and you might be needing looking after." "Mum!" "Well, how was I supposed to know you'd go running back to Colette?" "You see, this is exactly why I don't confide in you - this." "Jenny was good for you, Rob." "Colette isn't." "So Colette stuffed up!" "It was one time!" "She's a good person and a great wife!" "She keeps you away from us." "I mean it, Mum." "This is what I want, OK?" "You need to quit butting in, or I won't come round at all." "Oh..." "You wouldn't do that - you love your family." "I love her more." "Oh, great." "Be nice." "It's easier if I go." "Hi." "Hi." "Um..." "Oh." "Hello, Sandra." "Colette." "I was just catching up with Rob." "Uh, it's... it's work." "Take it." "I'll wait." "Rob Duffy." "Uh, yeah, I got the supplies." "Yeah, mate." "No, we had..." "You seemed surprised to hear my voice this morning, and now you're here." "Is there a problem?" "I'm afraid you might hurt him again." "Why shouldn't I be?" "Everybody makes mistakes, Sandra." "Oh, they certainly do." "And they can be forgiven." "Rob seems to think so, anyway." "Because he's a good man." "That's why I love him." "Well, the jury's still out for me, so I hope you can deal with that." "You'd be surprised how much I've learned I can deal with lately." "So, I suppose we'll be seeing you." "Uh, actually, Sandra, Rob has asked me to move back in with him." "And I think you should be the first person to know... ..that I'm accepting his offer." "Well..." "Congratulations." "Just heading out." "Yeah, I, um..." "I just wanted to have a bit of a chat first." "Sounds ominous." "Yeah, I hope not." "Um..." "We're seeing each other, right?" "I-I mean 'seeing each other' seeing each other." "I just... wanted to make sure." "We're having fun, aren't we?" "Um..." "Is this exclusive fun?" "What you want me to say, Miranda?" "It's nice." "We're neighbours." "We... have excellent sex." "And I believe that should continue as... as long as you want it to." "Yeah, it's... it's just we never really discussed what this is." "What's to discuss?" "Late-night doorknocking can be fun." "There's nothing wrong with being casual." "Oh, my God." "I feel like such an idiot." "The thing is, I'm not really a casual type of girl." "I'm sorry." "There won't be any more late-night doorknocking." "Thank you for coming." "I was worried if I didn't you'd leave another message." "Um, things have just been..." "Because if you're keeping me phone hostage we should probably tell my family I'm OK." "I'm..." "I'm sorry." "I suck at apologies." "Listen, there's no grudge." "Sure, it was a bit awkward at first, but I'm excited about us working together." "Good, good, 'cause I don't want there to be any..." "No, seriously, I'm... over it." "Over it." "Yeah?" "OK, 'cause, um, on... on top of being a... a bad friend and a needy colleague and a drunk-dialler," "I actually need to ask you a favour - or technically, a friend of yours, a favour." "I know, I'm the worst." "I thought you would go straight to the police." "I'm gonna help you." "You'll get me out of this?" "Well, I'll do what I can." "Um, my new boss's best mate is an immigration lawyer, so I'm on that." "Thank you." "Listen, be... before, um, we go any further," "I just want to be clear that however much time we spend working on this that it is just... one friend helping another friend." "OK?" "Yes, of course." "Friends." "OK." "Um..." "So, the first thing we need to do is go through visa fine print and see if we can find a loophole." "Mm-hm." "Mmm." "This is just beautiful." "I'm gonna be all about picnics for the rest of your visits." "So, I have an item to put on the agenda." "Ooh, me too." "Oh." "You go first." "OK, my old work has offered me a paid job for the next four weeks." "What?" "Yeah." "It's a month-long contract, and it fits perfectly in with my leg." "And, well, it'll be a nice distraction from pining for my delicious husband while he's overseas." "You want to work?" "Well, you know that I hated having to leave before the launch, and now I don't have to." "It's the only upside to me breaking my leg." "Yeah." "So, come on - what was yours?" "Oh, it's nothing important." "You can't do that." "I just wanted to tell you how much I love you and miss you." "You don't have to put that on the agenda to say." "Mwah." "What's up with Miranda?" "It's a bit of a backhanded gift." "What's backhanded about it?" "Well, you have the exact same print." "Mmm?" "So, what's she trying to say?" "That we're gonna need one each when we break up?" "Oh, I think you're reading a lot into that." "Well, how do you read it, then?" "Well, you said you like the print, so if we're going off that she's a... she's a great friend who pays attention." "Hmm?" "Mmm." "Yeah." "Can you, um... put this on?" "Uh-huh." "It was your Mum's birthday present to me and I want to wear it tonight." "OK." "Tom..." "Hmm?" "Why did you tell her about Max?" "She needed to know." "Yeah, but not like that." "Hmm." "There you go." "Sometimes I... ..I feel like you take Miranda's life a little too personally." "Yeah, well, she's my friend too." "Are you jealous of Max?" "Are you... jealous of Miranda?" "OK." "No to both." "Good." "Good." "Good." "Good." "Tom was right." "Since when is Tom ever right about relationships?" "I was being naive." "I just... wanted it to be something more, because..." "Just because, I guess." "For you to be so calm, you obviously don't remember what it was like - the whole disaster." "I remember a time for about three months when you existed solely on caffeine and nicotine." "Tom was worse." "You're having flashbacks." "Getting back on the ciggies is only gonna make it harder." "I know." "I know." "Do you know, a walk along the beach and a good chat " "I actually feel better." "I will not succumb." "Mmm." "The necklace looks great!" "Aha!" "What a sort!" "Thank you." "So, did you decide on a restaurant?" "Yes, we did." "Thank you for your input." "Yep. 'Night, Mum." "So... so, which one did you go with?" "Why?" "Are you gonna come and try and sell us roses over dessert?" "We're going to Hawkstone." "It'll..." "It..." "Perfect." "Have a wonderful, wonderful night." "OK." "You will drive tonight." "OK." "You can change your mind as many times as you like." "It's your birthday." "I'll cancel the Hawkstone booking as soon as we're sitting." "Mm-hm." "Thanks, mate." "Um, actually, let..." "let's go to Hawkstone." "Yeah, let's do that." "Oh, no, they'll have a table soon." "No." "No." "I just..." "I hate waiting for a table." "Come on, let's go." "OK, well, ask how long it's gonna be." "No, no, no, no, no." "Come on." "They don't even have rabbit on the menu." "Let's go." "Oh."