"VOICEOVER:" "Previously on Satisfaction..." "Lick my shoes, slave." "What do you do for them?" "Well, a lot of the men come in for the company." "I mean, someone to talk to." "Most of the time..." "I have sex with them." "Then get out!" "[ Sobs ]" "You gave your whole self to me." " I did not." " Yes, you did." "I only have sex with really famous people, Johnny." " Been watching, have you, Dad?" " Mm-hm." "I want Mel." "I want Mel to work for us." "I have a right to know what it is that makes her so great that you would give up your family." "She fucks me, I fuck her, I love it." "There's a young client out the front who's asked for someone like me." "Well, we don't have someone like you." "Except you." "Where is baby Alex?" " Got you!" " [ Laughs ]" "You've got to be kidding me." "He's mentally deficient." "You're trying to impregnate yourself with that?" "Do you think I'm insane doing this?" "I think you're doing it because you love Ally and you want to have a family." "I don't do normal." "I'm a sex worker." "What part of that don't you get?" "Aiden, you don't have to be alone." "It's alright to want me." "He's beautiful, isn't be?" "Yes, he is." "I just don't know how you can love me and be OK with what I do." "I don't love what you do, Chloe." "But I knew about that when I met you." "Take me home." "I can't be stopped." "How much are you planning on messing with her head exactly?" " None of your business, Nat." " It absolutely is my business." " I'd like yo see you again." " I'm with someone now, Tim." "I can't not do this again." "I can't imagine it." "You get pregnant and then you want to talk about it?" " Ally, listen to me..." " You're on your own." " Who are you?" " I'm your father." "Get out!" "You're a creep!" "I love this place." "I love the girls." "I love the clients." "I love every sick weirdo that walked through that door." "For Godsakes, Phil, she's pregnant." "He or she would have had beautiful eyes." "Fuck off out of my life." " 232's on the market now." " Shit." "Is that my fault?" "It's about owning a piece in this place." "It's an opportunity to become more than workers." " I need some cash." " What's it for?" "You could call it keeping you and me out of the papers." "This is yours." "I want us to be partners." " So what sort of work do you do?" " I was an escort." "[ Groans ]" "Now I'm a brothel owner." "[ Buzzes ]" "NAT:" "Today I met my father for the first time." "[ Voice Echoes ] My father for the first time." "No." "More like... he met me." "[ Voice Echoes ] He met me." "'Cause he couldn't talk over me." "[ Voice Echoes ] Talk over me." "Or make a joke." "[ Voice Echoes ] Make a joke." "Or walk away." "[ Voice Echoes ] Walk away." "[ Slow, Heavy Breathing ]" "[ Breathing Becomes Ragged ]" "[ Sobbing ]" "Stay here." "Wait." " What?" " Sorry, you can't come." " You have to let me in." "He needs me." " Wait here." "Please, wait here." "[ Baby Cries ]" "Mmm!" "These melting moments are awesome." " Humph." " Mmm?" "Nah." "Don't know if they go so well with the bloody marys, though." "Our Russian neighbour makes them." "I used to take them into work for Nick." "I hope our new neighbours make us cookies." "I won't let you starve." " She's not answering her phone." " Or returning her calls." "I left a few messages." "Said, you know, "Pop in if you like."" "Knowing Nat she's not checking her messages." "Wouldn't wanna face anyone." "I just hope she's not by herself." "That's her thing, isn't it?" "That's what Nat does." "Yeah." "Well, at a time like this, she should be amongst friends." "Well, you'd think so." "So five days and no-one's heard a word?" "I invited her - that's all I know." "Sorry." "Just trying to get through this minute by minute as best I can." "Nat!" "[ Pensive Music ]" "[ Sobs ] Oh, no." "TIPPI:" "I know, I know." "I'm not gonna do it." " CHLOE:" "But it's just vegetables." " Have it." " I'm sure it's very healthy." " Yes, please." "Do you want some bread?" "You love bread." " Thank you." "Yum." "Thanks, Josh." " Bread?" "I've booked St John's for the funeral but I'm not sure about the wake yet." "Why don't you have it at 232?" "TIPPI:" "When is the funeral?" "Oh, got to wait for the police to give me the OK." "Surely they've done their autopsy or whatever they do by now." " Could you not use that word?" " Sorry, Mel." "Well, I'm gonna put him on Facebook and make a profile for him." "I'm gonna put up his favourite songs and some of his photos, and it'll be like he's still with us." " What?" " Nothing." "I reckon it sounds like a great idea." "Thank you." "What happens to the syndicate now?" "Do you girls own 232 or what?" "Josh." "Just curious to know whether the sale went through, that's all." "No, it didn't." " And 232's not for sale now anyway." " Oh." "Thanks, Tip." "Hello?" "[ strange electronic music plays ]" "Nat?" " How's this music?" " Yeah, it's pretty weird." "It sounds like a bunch of drunken aliens have taken over the sound system." "What is it?" "It's coming through our speakers but it's not from our stereo." "That doesn't make any sense." "There's one way to fix it." "[ music stops ]" "Hey, I found these flowers on the doorstep." "I think maybe they've been there for a while." " Should I put them in some water?" " I'd just chuck 'em." " Are you sure?" " We're closed." " What's the point of having flowers?" " You could take them home." "Not that I understand why we're closed." " I thought you must have said..." " Wasn't my idea." "Right." "Do you wanna go get a coffee of a drink or something?" " Now?" " Well, now's as good a time as any." "No, I don't think so." "I think I'm gonna stay here." "OK." "You OK?" "I mean, obviously..." "How are you getting on?" "Well, I've got an empty brothel," "I've got music coming from outer space but other than that I'm fine." " See you, Mel." " 'Bye, Tip." " Tracey, isn't it?" " No, it's Tippi." "And she's not home." " We just want a quick word." " I told you, she's not home." " Detectives." " Mel." " I hope this is not inconvenient." " Yes, it is, actually." "But we've got a few more questions for you." " Oh, sorry, you can't just..." " This is a murder investigation." "Yeah." "I don't care." "You can't just barge in like that." "It's OK, Tip." "Just leave it." "I'll see you later." "Looks like you've been celebrating." "A get-together of people who love Nick." "Right." "What we want are deposit slips, chequebooks, credit card details." " Nick's?" " Yours." "Why?" "There's been a lot of money going in and out of your bank account, a shitload in the last few weeks." " I've had a good month." " Yeah, you sure did." "Can you ask your friend to get her nose out of my clothing?" "You got some expensive stuff here, Mel - very sexy." "It's a job requirement." "You had a cash cheque drawn up as a bank cheque." "Do you wanna explain that?" "I borrowed from one friend to help another friend." "And the other friend was Nick De Luca?" "Yes." "I didn't break the law." " So why are you here?" " Because it's easier face to face." "Easier to tell if you're lying." "But then again, I suppose all your clients think that." "[ laughs ]" "OK, so what were you saying about the sound system?" " What's wrong with it?" " I don't know." "It's transmitting some sort of weird frequency or something." "There's Nat all by herself." "What sort of weird frequency?" "Is it like a ringing or is it high-pitched?" "I don't know." "It doesn't matter." "The point is Nat's all on her own and she's not dealing with anything." "I should ask her over for dinner." "I don't know whether she'd come." "Probably just your amplifiers picking up an audio signal or something from somewhere." "Well, I told her you'd have a look at it." "You what?" " I said you'd check it out for her." " At your work?" "Yeah." "Well, I don't know anything about audio equipment." "No, you don't." "Hello, Tim." "It's Melanie again, leaving another message." "Look, I know you probably don't want to hear from me but the police have been asking me some questions about your cheque and I just thought you might like to know." "So there." "Give me a call if you want." "OK. 'Bye." "He is going to freak when he gets that." "Doubt it." "He'll just pay somebody and the problem will disappear, like all his problems." "Wow." "You should have married Tim instead." "Sorry." "I didn't mean that." " Although..." " No." "I made my choice." "[ phone rings ]" "Could you get that for me?" " Are you home?" " No." "Only if it's Tim." "Anyone else and I've gone away." "I'm not coming back." "Hello." "No, she's gone away." "Sorry, she's not coming back." "NICK:" "Rosie, get the accountant to check these figures." "Nat's probably right but get them to check 'em anyway." "PS, don't tell Nat you're doing this." "[ reads ] "Natatlie has worked hard this year."" ""Natalie has a pleasant manner."" "Nobody's ever called me 'pleasant' before." "Nobody except..." "Sister Eunice." "Got an opinion on that?" "Dad?" "Come on, this is the bit where you're supposed to walk in and start talking to me." "That's how it works, isn't it?" "[ metal clangs ]" "This is it." "Not everything goes, just the boxes." " That much is yours, then?" " Hey?" "The rest of the stuff doesn't belong to you?" "No, I don't live here." "So you're moving out?" "He's your ex-boyfriend now?" " It's just these two boxes and..." " You had a fight with your man." "You're moving on, then." "That's the way things go these days, isn't it?" "My man's dead." "He was a idiot." "Had a fight with another man and got himself killed." "It's those two cartons and there's a few things in the other room." " Nat." " Hmm." "Sorry, I had no idea." "It's just a few of my things." "Just thought if this place was gonna be sold, we should get it organised." " It's leased." " Sorry?" "This place, Dad was renting it." "He's probably was behind on the payments too." "Of course." "I forgot." "I don't need to do this now." " I can come back some other time." " No." "I'm leaving anyway." "Nat, before you go, at some point I think we should speak, just in terms of arrangements - things like the funeral and the wake." "What we're gonna do with 232." "Arrangements?" "Yeah." "Well, like I said in the messages I left," "I'm happy to do it, that's fine, but if you'd like some imput..." "Don't let me stop you." " OK." " I've gotta go." " Jimmy Burraston?" " Yeah." "I'm Natalie." "I'm Nick's daughter." " What did you say your name was?" " Natalie." "Natalie De Luca." "And you reckon you're Nick's daughter?" " I don't reckon anything." " [ chuckles ] No way." "Why would I lie?" "There's no way he's send his own daughter." "He didn't send me." "He's dead." "Natural causes?" "No." "Oh, Jesus." "Listen, Jimmy..." "How did they do it?" "And it's Mr Burraston to you." " How did they kill him?" " Does it matter?" "I'm an artist, sculptor." "I meddle in oils and crayon and ink." "I'm a visual person." " I like to file things visually." " Good for you." "How did they do it?" "Do you even know?" "Do you even know who did it?" "You're an artist." "Use your imagination." "Jimmy." "I want a favour." "I'm asking you to surrender the licence so I can take it over." "Don't know what you're talking about." "232." " The licence is in your name." " Is it?" "You know it is." "Tell me how he died." "Sign off on the licence, I'll tell you the whole story." "Plus I'm happy to pay you... [ laughs ] No." "I can't do that." "I'm not doing any business today." "I'm in mourning." "You know, there was a time when an artist was somebody who could... paint and write with skill." "[ laughs ] None of that fucking matters nowadays." "Drink?" "Just tell me what you want." "I want my friend back." "Can you do that for me, can you?" "And a big apartment in New York." "Maybe a decent pair of shoes." "Mine are shit." "For Godsakes." "You know, Nick used to send me a girl every month, regular as the proverbial." "No, he didn't." "If Nick had wanted you to have the licence, he would have put in your name, wouldn't he?" "He never sent girls here." "Always the same one." "She's lovely." "[ laughs ] Not as lovely as you, though." " Hey, take the light stuff." " I'm not an invalid." "You know, they say that moving house is right up there in terms of stress." "Right up there with the death of a loved one." "Who said?" "Somemone who's never lost a loved one." "That couch is hideous." "Have to get rid of that." " Your cousins won't mind, will they?" " Oh, no." "We can do what we like with the place while they're away." "It's all ours for 12 months." " Where do you want this?" " I don't know." "What about over here?" "Ah." "Here." "Oh, no, you can't put it there." "The feng shui is wrong." "You don't believe in feng shui." "Not really." "It's easier than telling you your mirror's ugly." "Do you ever feel like you're invisible?" "Mel has, like, totally ignored our syndicate bid." "And Nat - fair enough, her father has just died, but still!" "The syndicate's dead in the water - isn't that obvious?" "I know." "Buyers to tend to get nervous when the vendor gets murdered." "All that superstition." "So there you go." "We raised all that money." "It was gonna be ours." "Now it's like none of that ever happened - do not pass go, do not collect 232." "Maybe it's fate looking out for us." "Or destroying us." "I can't believe you hate my mirror." "It's hideous." "Sorry." "I wonder what it's like to bleed to death." "[ doorbell rings ]" " Melanie." " Rueben." "Come in." "How's work?" "You busy?" "Of course." "Psychiatrist - the new must-have accessory." "[ laughs ]" "How's the former treasurer doing?" "Haven't had the pleasure of his company for a while." "No?" "But I can tell you this - one of the current frontbench is really nuts." "[ chuckles ] is that so?" "Come in." "Why the change of location?" "Well, there's a few changes taking place." "Hey, just leave you clothes on." "OK?" " We going to play a game first?" " No, not today." "I'm not playing that particular game anymore." "I've retired." "So what am I doing here?" "I need some advice." "Is this about your pimp?" "He wasn't my pimp, Rueben." " Take a seat, please." " [ sighs ]" "No, come on, sit down." "Make yourself comfortable." "What are you doing, Mel?" "I'm the client today, OK?" "I'm the client and you're the sh..." "health professional." "Forget it - you can make an appointment like everybody else." "Sit down." "Please, just sit down." "I need help, OK?" "Christ." "I can write a referral, if that's what you need." "Shut up, Rueben." "Just..." "I'm talking to you and I'm happy to pay, OK?" "I'm happy to." "So, please, shut up and listen, OK?" "[ sighs ]" "God, I'm such a mess." "I need a notebook." "It's in the kitchen." "NAT:" "Today, I met your father for the first time." "No, more like he met me." "'Cause he couldn't talk over me, or make a joke, or walk away." "So cold." "[ sniffs ]" "So... cold." "We weren't married as such." "We might as well have been." "We were setting up house together." "Did you have plans to get married?" "You really think a piece of paper means anything?" "Just trying to work out exactly what your circumstances were." "Well, I told you exactly what our circumstances were - we were house-hunting." "I was waiting for him to look at a house when..." "I called him three times." "I said, "God, you are always so late."" "He would've made a terrible escort." "You're talking about the day he was murdered?" "Yep." "So you weren't living together before that?" "No." "Were you going to continue working?" "No, of course not." "You never told me that." "What?" "If you knew you were going to retire from work," "I saw you not so long ago." "Rueben, it was just something we talked about, that's all." "He, um..." "He..." "He wanted you to stop work." "Yeah." "He did." "Because he loved me." "And now I've stopped." "So you got your wish." "And I got ripped off." "All I got was, what, the business?" "232." "Is that it?" " Chloe." " Hey." "I got your message." "Is everything OK?" "[ sighs ] So much paperwork for one dead body." "Um, I need a favour." "So I asked you here so we could talk about 232." "Yep." "Fire away." "I didn't know you were going to be here, Chloe." "Sorry." "I asked her to come." "She's been there since day one." "Knows how much work I've put in." "You didn't need to bring protection, Nat, not against me." "Listen, I can go, if it makes it easier." " No." "Stay." " It's fine, Chloe." "Look, I just want to say that I'm not the enemy, OK?" "I really want us to work together, as friends." "Yeah, of course." "And I've got some ideas for 232." "How about getting the doors open - that'd be a start." "Every day we're closed, we're losing money." "I know." "Quite a bit of it happens to be my money." "You don't own 232." "I put up the money that kept the place going," "I paid off the tax department." "You lent Dad money." "So what?" "Your father and I were going into business together." "So I think I have some say in what goes on at 232." "Sure." "Like you're gonna be there, night after night, locking up..." "I'm not arguing about how important your role is, Nat." "I'm just stating a fact." "We are losing money - that is a fact." "232 needs to be reopened." "[ dance music plays ]" "Well, we are now reopened for business." "Well, you should come in." "Yeah." "Oh, your usual girl, or maybe someone new." "Hey, Nat, there you are." "Heather, Lauren said you weren't coming in tonight." "Yeah, I just dropped in to say..." "It's just awful." "He was..." "I really liked Nick." "Good." "Good." "He probably liked you too." " And you're...?" " Good." "Great." "Excellent." " Good." " Cool." "Actually, Heather," "Jimmy Burraston." " Who's that?" " I know all about it." "I just saw him once a month." " You never told me." " Well, you never asked." "It was just an arrangement Nick had with him." "Heather I was the one that hired you." "I know, but Nick..." "He told you to keep it quiet." "Which was hard because Burraston's a bit of a weirdo." "Uh, what's his... what's his thing?" "Sexually?" "Oh, he's a titty man." "Crazy for the boobies." "And he's a gnasher." "A what?" "Oh." "OK." "[ moans ]" "Hang on." "Wait." "Wait." "Matt." "Matt, stop." "Stop." "Argh." " Sorry." " Stop?" "!" "What are you doing?" " Where is it?" " What?" "The condom." "Where the hell is it?" "I dunno." "Um, I'm sorry." "Just give me two minutes." "Sorry." "Your system's wired completely wrong." " What do you mean?" " The audio set-up." "I've got it working for now but the way it's been put together, it's shithouse." " Dad got it done ont he cheap." " Yeah, well, it shows." "Well, as long as it's working, then that's all that matters." "To be honest, Nat, it's totally fucked, right?" "And it needs an overhaul." " Can you do that?" " Yeah." "I could, I guess." "Josh, I'm thinking that we need some new speakers at the bar." " What do you think?" " Yeah." "I'll have a look." "Guys, sorry, I'm just gonna have to head out for a minute." "Don't you have another client waiting?" "Can you get someone else?" "Please?" "I really have to disappear for just one minute." "Sorry." "Tip, are you OK?" "Uh, yeah, I'll be back as soon as I can." "Sorry, sorry." "[ chuckles ]" " What was that all about?" " Who knows." "Nat, I..." "Natalie." "About the funeral - you don't need to worry about a thing." "All I need to know is if there are any relatives I should speak to." "Relatives." "Yeah." "Well, I never knew Nick's... your family." "What's there to know?" "That's what I need you to tell me." "Are there any family members that I should be contacting?" " What about your mother?" " [ laughs ] what?" "Well, presumably she's out there somewhere." "I think the least we could do is invite her." " No, we shouldn't." " Look, I'm happy to do it, really." " If you just give me the details..." " My mother is not invited." "OK." "Well, you let me know." "The other thing is I'm selling up." "I'm selling up and getting out." " What exactly are you selling?" " 232 for starters." "Well, what's mine in relation to the tax..." "Over my fucking dead body." "All the money I put in this place, I want back" " ASAP." "If that means selling to a third party..." " How much?" " You've been the books." "You know." "I've seen several sets of books for this place." "We don't have that kind of cash, unless you're looking to completely bankrupt the place." "Of course I'm not." "Why would I want to do that?" "Well, I don't know what you want." "My dad's dead five minutes and you want to rip your cash out." "Don't give me that, Natalie." "Nick's the only reason I put money in this place, because I knew how much it meant to him." "Is that right?" "And what did this place mean to him?" "Hmm?" "Nat I think you should speak to a counsellor." "MAN: [ reads ] "The Lord has worn away my flesh and my skin," ""he has broken my bones," ""he has beset me round about with poverty and weariness." ""A lurking bear, he has been to me," ""a lion in ambush." ""He has detanged my ways, set me astray" ""and left me desolate."" "Natalie, would you like to say something at this stage?" "No." "You keep going." ""He sets me up as a target for his arrow." ""He pierces my sides with shafts from his quiver..."" "Yeah, OK." "Where's the button?" " I'm sorry - the...?" " The button." "Oh." "Here." "Just press down." "Dad no hard feelings." "You miss me?" "That's right, Jimmy." "I couldn't keep away." "I wish I had've known you were coming." "I would've got dressed up." "Well, if we're celebrating something I'll need more than this." "I'll get you a case of bottles." "You name it, it's yours." "Just sign this." ""I, the undersigned, agree to surrender the licence..."" "No." "No, no, no." "I've never been much on signing things." "10 seconds of your time, Jimmy." "And you old man, hardly cold in his grave, and here you are, all business at a time like this." "I've written up a separate contract that guarantees you a girl every month, free of charge" "I can bring Heather over here tonight if you'd like." "What if I don't want her?" "Fine." "You can have somebody else." "I want you." "Mmm." "You'd rather have a professional, wouldn't you?" "No, no, no." "You'll do just fine." "But I'm not on offer, so..." "Why not?" "Because I don't do that kind of work." "Well, don't think of it as work." "Think of it as fun." "I know I could have fun." "Listen, it's not gonna happen, OK?" "There's no point even talking about it." "Suit yourself." " Jimmy..." " Mmm." "...I need the licence." "Well, what can I say?" "[ sighs heavily ]" "[ key turns in door ]" " You still up?" " Yeah, couldn't sleep." "Should I make us a cup of tea?" "Oh, yes, please." "I've got sleeping pills." "Tried that." "Didn't work." " I just want a normal life." " Ha!" "Just for five minutes." "I've never been allowed even a glimpse of it." "Every time I think I get anywhere near it, it just gets snatched away from me." "Mel, you would go crazy." "I already am crazy." "What, with all the clients and the cops and the crimes and all the other..." " Crap." " Crap." "Yes." "All the other crap you get caught up in when you live the life." "You know, I would love, just once, to have sex without a condom on." " You must've with Nick?" " Nah." " What?" " Paranoid." " He was?" " No, I was." "He had been around." "And you haven't?" "[ both chuckle ]" "I lost one." "Inside me." "Where's the vodka?" "I need a shot." "What?" "You..." "What?" "I lost the condom inside me, today at work." "I was with this client and he..." "I don't know, he wasn't exactly huge, and he wasn't really getting anywhere..." "Yeah." "It just disappeared." "So I went to the hospital and then, while the doctor was getting it out," "I kind of got a bit squirmy." "What do you mean, 'squirmy'?" "[ moans ]" "I came." "On the doctor." "[ door opens and closes ]" " What's with the boxes?" " We just moved in." "You have to be quiet." "My flatmate's asleep." " Is she cute?" " Uh-huh." "Let's wake her up." " Hee-yah!" " Shh." "Help me." " Do you want something to drink?" " No." "Not especially." "I think we have some wine or something." "Oh, you're yummy." "[ both moan ]" "GIRL:" "Take it off." "Come on." "You wanna be naked." "Maybe we should just stop for a minute." "No." "How's that for an answer?" "I'm a bit weird." "I've had a bit of a weird time lately." "Haven't we all." "Let's fuck." "Let's fuck the pain away, baby." "[ both pant ]" "I can't." "What?" "I'm sorry, I don't think I can." "Do you mind if we must sit here for a bit?" "Talk." " Jesus." " Sorry." "Yeah." "Me too." "God, I'm toey." "Where's that dildo?" "Come here." "I'm not normally like this." "Not even at work." "What do you do?" "I'm a sex worker." "No, seriously." "I'm being serious." "That's what I do." "What are you doing?" "Hey!" "Where are you going?" "You're completely weird." "You can fuck guys but not me." "Is that it?" " No, of course not." " Looks like it to me." "Whatever." "[ slams door ]" "I hope I didn't wake you last night." "Nah, didn't hear a thing." "Cool." "So are you finished unpacking your boxes?" "Lauren?" "I'm a prostitute." "Yep, me too." " No, really." " Yep, really." "What time are you going in?" "I've had sex with..." "God, I don't know how many men I've had sex with." "I don't know I need this conversation - not today." "And Nick, he was murdered over what?" "A drug deal?" "I don't think anybody's blaming you." "Can you not see what is happening here?" "Fill me in." "I'm not where..." "Shit." "Hey, hey." "They're clean already." "[ sighs ]" "My life is so different to how I thought it would turn out." "This..." "Is this where I'm supposed to be?" "No, you should be in there, unpacking my boxes." " But given what you're doing..." " No, honestly." "Honestly, you should unpack some boxes." "It's very soothing." " I'm having a crisis here." " No, you're not." "Not today." "There's too much for you to do." "WOMAN:" "Oh, Nat, do you know anything about a double booking?" "Nat?" "Natalie?" "Have you, um..." "Where's the catalogue?" " The Floriana catalogue?" " I threw it in the bin." "Don't need any more flowers - got flowers coming out of our ears." "I'm trying to organise your father's funeral." "Doesn't matter." "Forget it." "You know, you're not the only one, Nat." " What?" " You'd like to be, but you're not." "Oh, for Godsakes." "That would take away from your own little pile of hurt, wouldn't it?" "And then what would you have?" "I've got no idea." "Friends?" "Family?" "Lovers?" "Boyfriend?" "Girlfriend?" "Fuck friend?" " Have you ever had a fuck friend, Nat?" " Oh, Mel..." "No, I get it." "This is your doing grief." "Yeah?" "Mel, the grieving widow." "Yeah, that's what we are now." "'Cause I'm trying to organise your father's funeral - your father." "At least I'm being constructive, Nat." "Wow." "You're really good at it." "You're invited to participate." "Whatever." "I don't know, I don't care." "It's fine." "I've got something you should have." "You make up your mind about what you want to do, Natalie." "I'm not hassling you anymore..." "No, really, you're gonna need this for your role." "Here." "Take it." "It's yours." "What's this?" "It's Dad." "Well, what's left of him, anyway." "Oh, my God." "You love him so much, you can have him." " You..." " Yeah, I did." "I'm sorry, I know I should've consulted you, at least on the flowers, but I just didn't think he'd give a stuff about flowers." "He never did while he was alive." "I'm making pasta." "Fresh herbs, tomatoes..." "You eat anchovies, don't you?" "Sometimes." "Hey, should we get married?" " Married?" " Mmm." "Yeah, why not?" "For the kids." "Yeah." "Mmm." "For the kids." "Do you know, I think we're having twins." "MEL:" "Oh, God." "Oh, God." "Stupid, fucking God." "Do you blame God for what happened to Nick?" "Yes." "No." "Of course not." "Why not?" "Because once you start blaming God, where does it end?" "I don't want to talk about God." "Forget about God." "This is really simple." "I loved Nick." "I did." "And he loved me." "And we could've had a life together." "We had a chance of... something." "Those are appropriate sentiments but is that what you feel obliged to say?" "What?" "Mel, when somebody dies we tend to glamorise our relationship with them." "Bullshit." "That's rubbish, Rueben." "Your dreams about Nick are not consistent with what you're saying." "They're dreams, Rueben." "They're just dreams." "They reveal your greatest fears - of a normal, domesticated life." "Oh, Jesus." "What am I paying you for?" "There's no shame in it." "If you weren't in love with Nick, It's OK." "It's perfectly acceptable if that's the truth of it." "Get the fuck out of my apartment." "OK, now you're hostile." " Just go." " Listen, I'm sorry if..." "Get out!" "[ door closes ]" "[ exhales ] OK." "Just fuck me." "Whiskey and a certain breed of cats - only decent thing to ever come out of Scotland." "You must've hated my father so much to want to..." "What, have his daugther?" "No." "I liked your father." "He was a terrific pool player in his day." "So why betray him now?" "Because it's exactly what he would do if he were in my shoes." "[ sighs ] Let's get it over with." "Before I change my mind." "You are lovely to look at." "Here." "Let me give you a hand." "So cold." "No hard feelings." "HEATHER:" "Oh, he's titty man." "Crazy for the boobies." "Friends?" "Lovers?" "Family?" "Boyfriend?" "Girlfriend?" "Fuck friend?" "And he's a gnasher." "[ screams ]" " Arggh!" " Sign over the licence." "Alright." "Alright." "You can have it." "What's wrong with you?" "You'd rather kill me than fuck me?" "[ chuckles ] Your old man would be proud of you." "Shut up and get me a pen." "I'm sorry about this." "I really am." "But what can I do?" "It's just men's razors are vastly superior." "The ones they make for women - forget about it." "Your cream's much better." "So, yeah, I'm using your razor." "You always use my razor." "No, I don't." "Yes, you do." "You use my razor and my shaving cream." "You never knew about that." "You never said anything." "I never minded." "Found it kinda hot." "[ giggles ]" "You found everything kinda hot." "Hmm." "You know, it was never a rebound job, you and me." "Well, it wasn't entirely that." "Hey, let's not go there." "No, I just really want you to know." "I was serious about giving it a go." "I was." "Hey, there was no escape." " For me or for you?" " [ chuckles ]" "That's the question." "People go on about waxing but it's never this smooth." "There you go, my love." "One last look." "Last look?" "Yeah." "I think so." "But I have for all of eternity to look at you." "What are you doing?" "Mel?" "[ drain gurgles ]" "Goodbye, Nick." "[ whistles ] Looks busy in here tonight." "What's the deal?" " Council of Churchers back in town?" " Librarians." "What are you doing here?" "I want you to roster me on tomorrow night." " Why don't you start back tonight?" " I'm not ready." "Nana Mouskouri's set up camp between my legs." "Too much information." "By the way, the Jimmy Burraston thing, it's not gonna happen anymore - the deal's been cancelled." " Sure." " [ giggles ]" "Anytime you two wanna get back to work." "Hey, Nat, it's good to have Captain Hardarse back again." "Don't leave the libranians waiting." " [ phone rings ] - 232." "It's all yours." "You can have the brothel." "I don't care." "But I would like my money back at some point." "Right." "Surely we can come up with some kind of payment plan that suits us both." "That sounds good to me." "Good." "Speak soon." "Welcome to 232." "How can I help you?" "[ presses buttons ]" "Is that Sir Michael?" "It's Melanie." "Yes, I did go away for a little bit." "But, darling, I'm back and I just thought you might like to know." "[ inhales and exhales ]" "NAT:" "This is me, Dad." "This is who I am." "Captioned by Grantman Brown"