Everything in Between (2022)

[bunniefuu]

- Heard

this deemster's got a kick.

The real deal.

- No sh*t.

Where'd he snag it?

- Came up on this dude

in Taos.

- Hey, Liz. You cool?

- Yeah.

Um, just gonna chill.

Marinate a bit.

- So how's your day

going, brother?

- It's going...

- Hey so tell me,

what are the chicks like at UNS?

- Heaps of action, hey?

I got a mate that went there.

He reckons it was

a full-on minge binge.

You mind if I crank up this up?

- Huh?

- The tunes, bro.

Do you mind

if I crank it up a bit?

Man, there's some

stonkin' racks around here!

Is one of these your crib?

- No.

- Booty call, hey?

You sly dog.

Anyway mate,

have a good one, brother.

- Yeah.

- Ah, f*ck me!

- f*ck, man!

What the f*ck are

you trying to KMS for?

f*ck, man!

I've got some young kid here

he's just tried

to top himself...

- I'm Meredith Knight.

I'm here for my son,

Jason Knight.

- Okay.

- Where can I find him?

- Uh, just a second.

Knight?

- If you could put a priority

on that, please.

- Sure, I can do that.

- Jason Knight?

I am Dr. Freeda Yussuf,

the psychiatry registrar.

I'm here to see how

we can help you.

I have a police report that says

a man dragged you off a cliff.

He said you were going to jump.

Were you?

- Yeah, I guess so, yeah.

- You were?

I'm sorry to hear that.

What was going through

your head, Jason?

What were you feeling?

Sad, frustrated, angry?

- Nothing.

- Nothing?

- I don't feel anything.

- Where are you anyway?

I called you a hundred times!

- I was in the board room.

The phone was in the office.

Is he okay?

- What kind of f*cking question

is that?

He just tried

to jump off a cliff!

- I mean physically.

Is he injured?

- I don't know.

He's in Emergency

with a psychiatrist.

- All right, calm down, Dee.

I'm heading over now.

- Don't tell me

to calm the f*ck down!

This is all your fault!

Look, try and keep it together.

I'll be there in a flash.

- f*cking assh*le!

- What about prescription dr*gs?

Are you taking any medications?

- Um.

No.

- Have you been

on medication before?

- Yeah.

- Do you remember what?

- Citalo-something.

- Citalopram.

You do know that

is prescribed for depression?

- Are we still on

for lunch tomorrow?

- Let me call you.

- Oh, Jay, my darling!

Jay, don't you ever

do that again.

You hear me?

Don't ever do that to me again.

You okay?

- Yeah, I'm sorry, Mom.

- Thank you, nurse.

We'll be fine.

- Oh, Mrs. Knight, the doctor

would like to see you as well.

- Yes, of course.

What about Jay?

- We'll keep an eye on him.

You take a seat, Jay.

Your mom won't be too long.

- Jay, promise me

you won't move, okay?

Beautiful, promise me?

- Yeah.

- Here, here.

Which way?

- And what happened?

- I was feeling a bit

off in the desert.

But I didn't think much of it.

Then on the plane, I started

shaking like a vibrator

in an earthquake!

It didn't stop, even when

they gave me five blankets.

And then I went to the bathroom

and I discovered this rash.

- Oh, that's a beauty.

- It's also on my leg.

- Really?

- Have you been putting

anything on that?

- Peppermint oil

and I took some ren shen

and bai zhu.

- Ta.

And any other symptoms?

- Yeah actually, I've been

feeling a bit breathless

maybe because of the shakes.

- No local emergency contact?

- No.

I just dumped my stuff

and came straight here.

- Okay.

- Oh yeah, I also have

my travel insurance.

- That's okay.

You hang on to that.

We'll grab it off you later.

You can go and have a seat

and I'll let you know

when a doctor can see you.

- Oh, bless you.

Thank you so much

for your kindness.

- Bless you, too.

- Is there a trick to that?

There must be, I mean,

how many variations

could there be?

- 43 quintillion.

- Man, that's like more than

there are stars in the universe.

- No, it's not.

- It's taking

such a toll on my marriage.

- Yes.

- No one seems

to be able to help.

I don't know how much

more of this I can take.

- Yes, yes.

These situations can be tough.

- Yes.

- But we must focus on Jason.

- Of course.

- Now tell me, how long has

this been going on with Jason?

- Oh my God, he's been in

and out of therapy for years.

No one knows what's wrong

with him.

I've been told everything

under the sun.

He's got borderline personality.

He's got depression.

He's got depersonalization

- Depersonalization

is a symptom, not a diagnosis.

- Well, no wonder

I'm f*cking confused!

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But you'll have to wait

because that's right

there's more!

- Man, you know you've been

living off the grid too long

when the shopping

channel is watchable.

I'm Liz.

Who are you?

- Jay.

- It's nice to meet you, Jay.

So what are you in for?

- I am going

to be honest with you

the priority here is to assess

whether Jason poses

further risk to himself.

- You mean...?

- One attempt increases

the chances of a second

which in turn increases

the risk of completion.

- Completion?

- An outcome that is fatal.

- Oh my god,

what are we gonna do?

- I would have

to talk to my boss.

But we could try to get

to the bottom of things

by admitting Jason

into our facility

- No!

No, absolutely not!

You cannot take my son

away from me.

What will everyone say?

- What do you mean?

There is no stigma attached

to mental illness.

- Are you f*cking kidding me?

I am not having my son

in the nuthouse!

- This is not the nuthouse!

- You know what I mean.

Therapy is just fine.

- Admitting your son

could be the safest option.

- He's safe at home, doctor.

I won't take my eyes off him.

I have a lunch tomorrow,

I will cancel that right now.

- So what is he,

mad, bad or sad?

- Sad.

- How sad?

- Enough for us to detain him.

- Is he displaying signs

of anything

other than depression?

- I could not get enough

from him

for a threshold diagnosis.

But I do sense signs

of social withdrawal

maybe even internalized

identity flux.

- Internalized identity flux?

You sure you're not

overthinking this, Fred?

- Lucas, come on!

Do not give me the short shrift

on this one.

- So what' the family situation?

- Wealthy, only child.

The mother is involved.

Perhaps too much.

The father, I do not know.

Apparently, he is on his way.

- Clinic three?

- Yes, doctor.

- I'll be there in ten.

Is he still showing signs

of ideation?

- He claims he is not, but-

- Fred, bed block

is like Pitt Street.

Patient flow is down

to a trickle.

- Lucas.

- Unless the boy's dangling

a foot off the roof

send him home with his mother

and make an appointment

with Acute for tomorrow.

- Elizabeth Myers

please come

to the reception desk.

Elizabeth Myers.

- May you be like a lotus, Jay.

At ease in muddy waters.

- Hasn't that f*cking father

of yours arrived yet?

Come on.

You okay?

Yes?

- I'm here,

where are you?

- We're on our way home.

- What?

Why didn't you call me?

- Why didn't you

get there on time?

f*cking dickhead,

learn how to drive!

- Dee, Dee?

You all right?

- I'm sorry,

I'm sorry sweetheart.

- What was that? Dee...

Hello?

- How the f*ck

are we gonna face everyone?

It's gonna be like

when they found out

that Calvert-Lewin kid

was Ret*rded.

- Shh, keep it down, Dee.

He might be listening.

- Doubt it. He's probably zoning

out to some emo-chill-grime

or some sh*t.

- If that's what you think

of our boy

no wonder he tried to-

- You can talk!

You never wanted him

in the first place!

- Don't be ridiculous.

- I'm not being ridiculous!

If you had it your way

you'd have coat-hangered

me yourself!

Business was always too

f*cking-important,

"Dave Knight".

- Look who's talking.

All you wanted

was a fashion accessory.

A baby in a designer pram.

- What are you talking about?

- Pity he had to grow up.

- f*ck off!

- Good idea, hit the vodka.

You want a Valium

chaser with that?

- Shut the f*ck up!

- Whoa!

The ice queen striketh.

- Ha-f*cking-ha, dickhead!

- All right, look, can we...

What are we gonna do?

- I don't know.

I have no idea.

The f*cking shrinks

don't even know what to do.

- I mean, he has always

been an oddball.

But I never imagined

he'd do something like this.

- I just thought

he was withdrawn.

- Withdrawn?

He has never had a friend.

Never shown any

interest in girls or...

- Or what?

- Or anything along those lines.

I mean, I don't even think he...

- What?

- You know...

- Oh, Dave!

- I'm serious.

What did that shrink

have to say?

- She gave me this.

- "My Reasons To Live"

"Making My Space Safe"

- Stupid, huh?

- What is this sh*t?

- She wants us to try

and get him to fill it out

or something.

You give it a try!

- Mate!

How ya doin', Jay?

So...

What happened, son?

Fill me in.

- I don't know.

- Is it something your Mom

and me aren't doing?

I mean, we have tried

to give you everything,

haven't we?

- I guess so.

- Tell you what?

That headshrinker you saw

wants you to fill this out.

What do you say you do it

with the old man?

Come on, sit up.

I know things are tough

but it's nothing

we can't get through together.

You got a pen?

Right, let's have a look.

"My Reasons To Live"

That's a good question.

What do you reckon?

What've you got to live for?

- Nothing, really.

- Come on, mate.

There's gotta be something.

How about us?

- Who?

- Your mom and me!

How do you think

we'd feel if we lost you?

Go on, put that down: Mom & Dad.

Right, what else?

- I don't know.

- What about your books?

You love all that

egghead stuff, don't ya?

Well, that's something.

Put that down.

"Professional Support"

Your mom says you're going back

to the hospital tomorrow

to have a yarn

with the mental health mob,

is that right?

Well, that's good.

Give that a tick.

You know what time?

- Ten, I think.

- Righto

I'll take the morning off work

drop you there,

pick you up after.

Bit of quality father-son time.

How does that sound?

- Good.

- Good.

Next.

"People I Can Talk To"

Well, there's me.

You can always talk to me,

you know that, don't you, mate?

- Dad-

- Hang on a tick.

Tell you what

tomorrow, after I drop you off

how about I let you

make your own way home?

Show a bit of trust.

That's what it's all about,

isn't it?

- Yeah, I guess.

- "Things I Can Do By Myself"

Now that's an interesting one.

What do you reckon?

What do you most like

to do by yourself?

See, I like watching w*r docos.

Well, Vietnam mostly.

Because man, that was a w*r.

All the m*llitary might

of the greatest superpower

on the planet versus a bunch

of jungle monkeys in pajamas

living off rats and rice...

- Valley Fever!

Can you believe it?

Trust me to pick up something

they've never seen before.

Airborne microbes or something?

I mean, I've been poked, prodded

and probed for twenty-four hours

and then they take a chunk

of lung out for testing.

Now I've gotta wait another hour

for a bus.

It's like my karma

is in a rut...

Jay!

It's Liz.

From yesterday?

- Oh, yeah.

- You feeling better today?

- Yeah, I guess, yeah.

- Well, we're just having

a chat. You wanna come join us?

Jay, this is Paul.

So what,

do you live around here?

- Nah, I was back

at the hospital.

- Oh yeah, how come?

Oh, that's right,

you're Mr Mysterious.

- I tried to k*ll myself.

- Oh man, I'm so sorry, I...

- It's okay.

- Can I ask why?

- It's hard to explain.

- What did the doctors say?

- Not much. They um

gave me more of these.

- All I got was antifungals.

They any good?

- Not really, no.

- Jay, mind

if I take your pulse?

- What?

- Give me your hand.

Come on, I'm not gonna bite.

There's hardly any qi

flowing through you.

- So what, you're like

a doctor or something?

- Do I look like a doctor?

- No, not really.

- I picked up some tips

from the monks.

- The monks?

- Yeah, I helped out

at a monastery in Cambodia

last year.

This should help.

It won't fix all

of life's problems

but it will get things

flowing again.

This is...

Qing Ling.

And this is Ji Quan.

'Highest Spring'

Let me know if it's too painful.

- No, it's okay.

- Oh, I think this is my stop.

Come on, Jay.

I found this place online.

Cat Stay.

I feed Mia, water the plants

I get to live here

for a week, rent-free

just enough time to find a van.

- A van?

Like a car?

- Yeah.

My home for the next year.

You didn't think I'd be staying

in Sydney, did you?

- I didn't really

think about it.

- I don't do urban.

Not for long, anyway.

Take a seat,

make yourself at home.

- So where are you headed?

- First stop, Byron Bay.

But I need to cash-up first.

So I'll probably

offer some Reiki

or something along the way.

I just need to be up there

by September

for a gathering in the forest.

- What for?

- To celebrate life.

Medicine.

Magic.

Music.

- Oh, so like a festival?

- Jay, where have you been?

Festivals are a drag.

They're run by a bunch

of corporate douche bags

out for profit.

- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, they are.

- They have no core values.

- None.

- So tell me, what's your story?

- I don't really have a story.

- Come on, you must have

something to share.

Are you seeing anyone?

- No.

- Why not?

You're not a bad catch.

- I'm not good with people.

- People?

Well, I guess we could

be considered people.

Did you see that?

- What?

- The way she blinked.

There, she did it again!

That's how cats say 'I love you'

- Fatigued spring

vegetable truffle

over squid-ink flatbread

under a light umami shower.

- Chteau d'Camprasse,

Marsanne Roussanne 2010.

An excellent choice, sir.

- Yeah thanks, it's good.

Well, cheers, big ears.

Bordeaux not

to your satisfaction?

- Dave, really?

- What?

You've had a sour look

on your dial since we got here.

- Do you blame me?

I mean, look at where we are.

- An exquisitely appointed

private dining room?

- Yeah.

Private!

Precisely!

Everything that we do

is in private.

Sneaking into hotel rooms

hiding in back rooms.

I mean, all we do is eat,

drink, snort and f*ck!

- That's not a bad...

What would you call that?

A quad-fecta?

- You know, I don't even believe

you're gonna leave her.

- Darling, I'm working on it.

But with everything

that's happening with Jay

the last thing I can do

right now is bring up divorce.

- There's always something,

isn't there?

- My love, we just have

to wait until the boy

gets through whatever this is

that he's going through.

- Then let's wait then.

In fact, let's go on a break?

- What?

That's the last thing I need.

I'm only getting through this

because of you.

- Maybe you should think

about getting through this

on your own.

- Hang on, Sammy!

I'll call you later.

- Call me

when you sort your sh*t out.

- What a f*cking week!

- Faster Jay!

You don't want them to burn.

- Sorry.

- I take it

you don't cook too much?

- No.

Not really.

- Well, you're doing good.

- Hey, let's capture

our first cook up.

- What's that?

- It's my camera!

Here, you hold it.

- You still haven't told me

why you have such an axe

to grind with life?

- What do you mean?

- I mean...

Why bail out?

- Do you really wanna know?

- I asked, didn't I?

- It's because nothing

means anything.

- How did you figure that?

- I looked into a black hole.

- Whoa, astral travel much?

- I crunched the numbers.

Everything from

the 'event horizon'

to the 'singularity'.

- Well, that sounds interesting.

But what's it got

to do with ending it all?

- Everything.

There's nothing there.

We're all just a bunch of atoms

that come from nothing

and go to nothing

so what's the point

of everything in between?

- Everything in between

is the point, Jay.

'Life is moments'

- Is that what it says?

- Pretty much, in Khmer.

I got it done Yantra style.

You can touch it if you like.

The priests do it

with bamboo sticks.

First, they sharpen them

and they dip them in ink

and then they tap them

in with a hammer.

- Did it hurt?

- Like nothing

you've ever imagined.

I had to meditate

on a higher level

just to deal with the pain.

And then the pain

morphed into pleasure.

It was like a purge.

It was so intense.

I think I had a psychic orgasm.

- So what's got her thong

in a knot?

- The seating

at the 'Profusion' do.

- See, I can't say I blame her.

But then I thought

Ashley prided herself

on carefully curated

party planning.

- So did I.

- Good cause though:

mental health.

I'm sorry.

- I'm just gonna give Jay

a quick call.

- Yes, of course.

- Hey.

- Hello darling.

Just checking in to see

you made it home all right.

- Uh, I'm not home yet.

- What?

Where are you?

- In the city.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, Mom, I'm in the city.

- All right sweetheart,

I don't want you to move

a muscle.

I'll be right there, okay.

Just stay exactly where you are.

Waiter!

Check, please!

I'll be right there, okay?

- Mom, it's fine,

my Uber is almost here.

- An Uber?

Where are you going?

- Home.

- Jay...

Promise me

you'll go straight home.

- Yes Mom, I'm going home.

- I'll be there as soon

as I can, all right?

- Okay.

- Darls, what's wrong?

- I have no idea what to do.

- You have to go?

- It's fine. It's fine.

Two more, please. Two more.

- Dave, slow down!

It looks like you'll eat

the horse and the rider.

- Yeah, sorry had to skip lunch.

Hello darling.

Here, help yourself.

- Everything's gonna be fine,

I can just feel it. Hey?

- Yes, we're gonna get

through this, aren't we, honey?

- Sure you don't want a bit more

on your plate there, big fella?

This duck is to die for!

- Dave!

- Oh.

Sorry mate, I didn't mean to...

- No, Dad, it's fine.

- Attaboy.

Kid hasn't lost

his sense of humor.

So, I hear you went on

a bit of an excursion today?

- Yeah.

Sorry.

- No need to apologize, mate.

But it is important

you keep us in the loop.

Anything interesting happen?

- I met someone.

- You met someone?

- Where?

- At the hospital.

- Nice one!

What's their name?

- Liz.

- She's a girl?

Did you get her number?

- Yeah.

- Good man!

Don't let her get away.

- Well, I'm seeing her again.

- When?

- All right!

- On Thursday.

- Where abouts?

- At the hospital.

- What is she,

a nurse or something?

- No, Mom.

She's seeing the doctors,

and she asked me

to meet her there.

- Is that her?

- Yeah.

- Hang on a sec, son.

Show the girl a good time.

- Dad, it's not like that.

- Not like what?

Here!

I'm proud of you, mate.

Liz!

Hey, guess what I found out?

Whoa, what's wrong?

- It's more serious

than they thought.

- What? The desert fever thing?

- Acute disseminated

cocci-ido something...

It's in my nervous system.

They want me back

at the hospital tomorrow

to pump me full of chemicals.

- It says here that you can...

- I just need water.

- Yeah.

- Is there anything else

I could do?

- Can you help me up?

I need to get back to my place.

- Yeah, of course.

Hey, um...

Maybe...

Maybe you should come stay

at mine for a bit?

What do you reckon?

- Are your parents home?

- No, I don't think so.

- Where abouts are yours?

- My dad left

before I was born

and mom d*ed when I was young.

- Sorry.

- Nice place.

- It says here

that it can be flushed out.

- It also says it can k*ll you.

- But only in rare cases.

Let me look up the probability.

- Jay!

- What?

Sorry.

- You shouldn't say sorry

so much.

- Sorr... um.

Yeah, okay.

Mom?

- Hey darling.

How are you feeling?

- Yeah, all right.

- Good.

- Let me know

if you need anything, okay?

- Okay.

- Okay.

Mom?

- Yeah.

- I have a friend over.

Is it okay

if she stays for dinner?

- A friend?

Of course.

- Jay...

Where is she?

- In bed.

- Dave!

He's got a girl up there.

- What? Where?

- In bed!

- He's got a bird in his bed?

Talk about bouncing back!

- I wonder who she is?

- It's gotta be that one

I saw this morning.

- What's she like?

- A little bit older

than I expected.

A looker, though. Good on him.

Breast or leg, Liz?

- Oh, I'm okay, thank you.

- Caesar salad, darling?

- Mom, Liz doesn't eat meat.

- Jay, why didn't you say so?

I could've cooked more veggies!

- It's okay, I'm not actually

that hungry anyway.

- Are you sure? I think

I've got some tofu

in the fridge.

I can get that ready.

- I think she's all right, babe.

You all right, Liz?

- Yeah.

Thank you so much

for your hospitality.

I'll just have a potato.

- No worries.

Help yourself.

- Thanks.

- So Liz,

what's on for tomorrow?

- Just going back

to the hospital.

- Oh, nothing too serious,

I hope?

- Um, just getting hooked up

to a drip.

- A drip?

- Mom, Liz has acute

disseminated coccidioidomycosis.

- Cock-a-what?

- Kok-sid-ee-oy-doh-my-koh-sis.

- Jeez, that sounds horrendous.

- Dave!

- It's not infectious?

- No, Mom.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, it's fungal,

not bacterial.

It's not infectious.

- So how does one go about

catching something like that?

- Babe!

- Hm?

- Give me a sec.

- Easy, tiger.

- Sorry, Dad,

just grabbing Liz a blanket.

- Everything all right?

- Yeah.

- You sure?

I just don't know what

to do about Liz.

- Mate, you're already doing it.

Just keep showing her support

and you'll be rewarded

in ways you cannot imagine.

- Dad.

Coccidioidomycosis is serious.

- Mate, half the time

I reckon the quacks

make up these words

so they can sound smart

saying them.

I don't think it's as bad that.

And I've gotta say

you are an absolute trooper

for taking her on.

Most blokes would've run a mile.

- She hasn't got anyone.

- C'mon.

Everyone's got someone.

- She hasn't!

- Jay.

- Yeah, Mom?

- Just checking to see

if everything's okay.

- Yeah, thanks.

- All right.

Well, I'm here if you need me.

- Okay, cheers.

- Care for a cold one, love?

- Oh, no I am good, thanks.

- May I?

- Of course.

It's your place, Mr. Knight.

- Please. Dave.

- Okay, Dave.

- So...

where are you from, Liz?

- All over, I guess.

- All over?

- Yeah.

I've been on the road

since I finished school

but I grew up

just outside of San Francisco.

- San Fran.

Should've known.

- How come?

- If ever I could've

been anywhere, at anytime

it would have been

Haight-Ashbury

in the Summer of Love.

- Oh you take me for a tie-dyed

hippy barefoot on acid, huh?

- Of course not.

I was just saying.

- Well, my Grandmother was,

and I was named after her so...

- Well, there you go.

They had the best

of both worlds back then,

didn't they?

Ideals and fun.

- I was talking

with Jay about that.

- To Jay?

- Yeah.

He's a good kid.

- He is.

I can get you one

of those, if you like.

- I'm good, thanks.

Though I'd k*ll for a joint.

- Coming right up.

- Actually, I can't smoke

at the moment.

My lungs...

I forgot.

- Ah yeah.

What about a bit of CBD?

- Really?

You could hook that up.

- I'm not that old, love.

Man, I'd so love that.

- No worries.

I'll see what I can do.

- Thanks.

- So, this fungus thing

is a tough blow.

How are you holding up?

- Still processing, I guess.

- Jay tells me

you've got travel insurance

which is good.

But it never covers

everything, does it?

There's always extras.

I just want you

to know, whatever they are

we've got you covered.

- Really, Dave?

- Yeah, you've got enough

to worry about.

- I couldn't accept that.

It's way too generous.

- Liz...

I admire your grit.

I really do.

But you don't have

to do this on your own.

Tell you what?

I'll leave the offer

on the table.

Any expenses you can't cover,

medical or otherwise

you just let Jay know.

- Thank you so much, Dave.

- My privilege, love.

G'day, mate.

Just keeping your spot warm

for you.

- Cheers, Dad.

- Oh, and Liz if you wanna stay

the night, no problem.

No problem at all.

- Thanks, Dave.

- Of course, love.

- The gods are taking pictures.

- No, it's just

an electric charge

in an unbalanced atmosphere.

- Spoiler alert.

- Sorry.

- It's okay.

- Sorry.

- Jay!

- But yeah,

gods could be taking pictures.

- You think?

It's way out to sea.

It's not gonna reach us.

- Sammy!

- Ugh,

what do you want?

- I'm having withdrawal

symptoms, babe.

- Well,

there's one remedy for that

and you know what it is.

- Getting there, darling.

It's a work in progress,

but it is looking good.

- Then how come

you're whispering?

- Just got a few people over.

- Dave,

you're pathetic.

- Sammy, come on,

give a bloke a chance

- I told you before:

don't call me

till you've sorted

out your sh*t.

- Sam.

Sam?

- It's not gonna reach us, huh?

- Come on, let's go inside.

- I reckon our boy

might pop his cherry tonight

- Dave!

- Just saying.

- Well, I'm saying:

three days ago he was jumping

off a cliff

and now he's jumping

out of his skin

for some infected hippie

who looks nearly my age!

- Only 'cause you

look so young, babe.

- Dave! This is serious!

I mean, what the f*ck?

- Settle down.

He's happy for once.

Do you wanna discourage him?

- Cop this: cocksy-whatever.

"A rare disease contracted

by airborne fungus spores."

Yuck!

"Most common

in the Mojave Desert."

The Mojave?

Jesus Christ, who is this woman?

- Someone who is bringing

our son back to life.

Anyway, don't worry

yourself about it.

Just have another drink.

- f*ck you!

- f*ck me?

- Yes, f*ck you!

- No darling, f*ck you!

- Where are you going?

- To jump off a cliff myself.

After I've had one last beer...

- Prick.

- Cindy!

How are ya, babe?

Yeah, sorry I haven't called

in a while

it's been a busy...

couple of years.

Listen, last minute thing

but I just thought,

are you free now?

Oh, you're in Brissie?

Well, you ever feel like

visiting the old stomping

grounds, happy to fly you down.

Oh?

Oh, congratulations.

How old is he?

Hey, babe!

Good to know you kept my number.

Listen Lexi,

I know it's short notice

but what're you up to?

Yeah, now.

Well, here's the thing.

It's tragic really.

I got a bag of gak

burning a hole

in my back pocket

and no one to share it with.

You naughty, naughty girl.

Hold that position--

- Night, Jay.

- Goodnight.

Liz?

- Hm?

- "Out of suffering have emerged

the strongest souls;

the most massive characters

are seared with scars."

- Is that Kahlil Gibran?

- I don't know.

- You really are sweet.

Are you okay?

- Yeah, why?

- Your heart's b*ating fast.

Real fast like...

like a rabbit.

- Um, no. I think

that's just how it is.

I think it's always that way.

Okay, well, goodnight.

- Mom, can I use the car?

- What? What for?

- To take Liz to the hospital.

- Jay, you can't.

When was

the last time you drove?

- It's just to the hospital.

- Just catch an Uber,

sweetheart.

- But I wanna take her.

- I don't feel comfortable

with it. Okay?

- Why not?

- Hey Dave.

Jay is downstairs.

- I've got a prezzie

for you, love.

- What is it?

- Have a look.

- Oh my God.

Dave, this is a lot!

- It's good sh*t too.

- Thank you.

- How much do I owe you for it?

- That hug oughta cover it.

- You're even sweeter than Jay.

- I am not.

-What's wrong with it?

- You haven't driven for ages!

- I smell a Mexican standoff.

- Jay wants the car

- Yeah, to take Liz

to the hospital.

- Great idea, son!

Very thoughtful.

- Dave! He hasn't driven

since he got his license.

- He'll be fine.

Won't you, son?

- Yeah.

- What are you doing?

This is crazy!

Sweetheart, why don't you

take your Dad's car?

It's easier to maneuver.

Jay, I just got it washed.

Can't watch!

Darling, don't crash it!

The wall, the wall,

the wall, the wall!

Oh my God.

Jay!

To the right, to the right.

- Where's the volume

on this thing?

- Here.

- Wait, where are you going?

- To the carpark.

- No, drop me off in front.

- I'm coming in with you, yeah?

No, Jay. You're not.

- Why not?

- It's an intense treatment.

I'll probably feel like sh*t.

And look like sh*t too.

- I don't care.

- Well, I do.

Call it the Leo in me.

I just need

to do this on my own.

- Liz.

When do I see you again?

- I don't know, Jay.

Could be a while.

I'll message you.

- See the fungal infection

has established

a beachhead, if you like,

in your meninges

between the skull and brain.

I suspect

your body's immune response

may have stonewalled

the infection

to contain it, like an abscess.

In your case, the lesion

is pressing against the brain.

Unfortunately,

we're past the point

where intravenous therapy

will have any effect.

However, we can operate

on the focus of infection.

It would be considered

high-risk surgery

but we have an excellent

neurosurgery team here

who've been in touch

with the Mayo Clinic

about your case.

Elizabeth?

- Hey, Liz...

I hope you're feeling better.

maybe we could

take the car out

and go for a drive somewhere.

Oh, God.

- You've got

such a gentle touch, Annie.

- There you go, love.

- Jay, what are you doing here?

- I thought I'd bring you

some of these.

- I asked you not to come.

- Yeah, I know but you weren't

responding to my texts.

- That's because

I wanna be alone.

- Liz, are you okay?

- Can you just go, please.

- What about these?

- Just leave them anywhere.

- No mate.

No, you're gonna go back

to that spinnaker-gutted bastard

and tell him

I'll take a kombucha colonic

before I close for that.

Well, you better bloody hope so,

mate

or you'll be joining the rest

of the f*ckin' deadwood.

Sorry son, where were we?

- I just don't know what

to do about Liz, Dad.

- Yeah, right.

Well, the thing is sometimes

women just need their space

and all a bloke

can do is listen.

- But what if she doesn't

contact me again?

- Ah, she'll come around.

I've had plenty

of experience at this.

- Right.

- Cold one?

- Yeah, sure.

- Let me tell you a story.

When I met your mom,

she didn't want a bar of me.

She thought I was some

try-hard flash-in-the-pan.

Can you believe that?

But I knew she was the one.

And I knew she just needed time

to come to her senses.

So, I was courteous, friendly,

but kept a respectful distance.

Up yours.

- Thanks.

- She was seeing

this other bloke at the time,

Randall Fox.

I knew that wasn't gonna last.

You see, old Foxy

couldn't help dipping his pen

in the company ink

if you know what I mean.

So one night, she decides

to surprise him after work

and catches him giving one

to his PA over the desk.

You know what your mom's like.

She grabs a ream of A4 paper,

clocks him over the head

knocks him out cold.

- For real?

- Yeah.

Saw it on the security footage.

I tell you.

She's a trimmer,

that mom of yours.

- The Wang Corp deck-

Sorry David,

I didn't realize you--

- No worries, love.

Just plonk it on the desk.

Thanks, darling.

- So what was your point, Dad?

- The point is, I waited.

After everything went down

I gave her a shoulder to cry on.

Told her what bastards

I think men are.

Became her bestie.

Next thing you know, it was on!

- So you scammed her?

- No.

I let her unload

and then told her

what she wanted to hear.

And look at us now,

still married going on

twenty-odd years.

How many people can boast that?

And best of all, we've got you.

- How does this...

How does this help me with Liz?

- Just wait it out, son.

k*ll some time.

- What the hell?

- We can fit in you in

for surgery tomorrow but...

I notice you have

no next of kin.

It might be wise

to nominate someone.

- I'm so sorry.

- I have always been able

to navigate

my way through life's seasons

but nothing could prepare me

for a winter like this.

- You made it through

every other winter.

- I'm not gonna make it

through this one.

I saw my death, Jay.

- I mean, how do you know

it wasn't just a bad dream?

- I know it sounds spacey

but it was real.

I know it was.

Hey can you grab that for me?

Thanks.

I need more of these.

I'm making a spirit nest.

- A what?

- A spirit nest.

It's for catching souls.

- Hey Liz!

Liz, I think I found one.

I think it's from a sea eagle.

Maybe you're right, Jay.

Maybe we are

just a bunch of atoms.

Aimless and disconnected.

- Yeah, but we are connected.

- That's not

what you said before.

- But it's different now.

- How?

- If you go...

I go.

- What do you mean?

- Liz, you do know

that I'm only staying alive

for you, right?

- What the f*ck..?

- Liz.

- Don't f*cking touch me.

- Liz.

Liz.

- You're such

an ungrateful assh*le!

- Come on, Liz...

- I'm f*cking knocking

on death's door

and you're just threatening

to throw it all away!

- I didn't mean

to make you angry.

- You wanna k*ll yourself?

Go right ahead!

Go f*cking jump off a cliff

for all I care!

- Please, Liz!

- There's a cliff right there!

Go jump!

- Please, Liz.

- Just take me back now!

- Liz!

- How'd you go?

- The boy is still denying

that he is suicidal.

- And what's your take?

- What is your take?

You have seen the statement

from the woman.

She is insistent

he will complete

if anything happens to her.

- It's all a bit

he said, she said

but if the kid

insists he's okay?

- I do not think he is okay.

- This is the second time he

is brought in from a cliff.

If we discharge him again and

he jumps

it will not be on me!

- All right.

Bring him in.

- "Mental health consumers

have a right to respect"

"For their individual

human dignity and worth"

"A right to respect

for their privacy

and confidentiality..."

- It's all very well

to say that, son.

But after everything

that's happened...

I don't know what to believe.

- Dad, I don't f*cking care

what you believe!

- Please don't talk

to your father that way!

- No, but this is bullshit.

- I mean, you can't honestly say

that those psychs

made the wrong call.

- They did!

And now I'm stuck in here!

- Because of what you said.

- I didn't mean it!

- Well, there's the rub!

First, you say you're going

to jump, now you say you're not!

It's not as if

there's no precedent.

- I just got caught up

in the moment.

- Jay, Jay.

Maybe it's a good thing,

beautiful.

I mean, I hate the idea

of you being stuck in here

but it's just

for just a few days.

- I don't have a few days, Mom!

The surgery is tomorrow!

- I'm sure she's in good hands.

- Mom, it's not about that!

- What is it?

- She reckons

that she's gonna die.

She had a vision.

- Son.

Liz is a lovely girl.

She is.

But from the look

of her, I'd say

she's had more

than her fair share

of 'visions'.

- Dad.

You have to get me out of here,

please.

- Mate, she hasn't even

been in touch.

Just because you wanna see her

doesn't mean

she wants to see you.

I agree with your mom.

This is exactly

where you need to be right now.

- Dad.

- It'll be all right, son.

- Do you really think

we did the right thing?

I mean maybe we should have

tried to get him out of there

so he could be there

for that girl.

- Dee-Dee, he's been sectioned.

Even if I sic-ed the sharks

on them, it'd take

at least a day to shunt

an appeal past the Health Board.

- But what if she actually...

- What?

- It is brain surgery, Dave.

- Argh, she'll be fine.

- But what if?

How is Jay gonna take it?

- Yeah, right.

- I mean look,

at the end of the day,

if someone's gonna do it,

they're gonna do it

you can't stop them.

- That's our boy

you're talking about.

- I know, but what

are our options?

We can't just lock him

in his room for the rest

of his life or hire a goon

to follow him around?

All we can do is take

it one day at a time

and watch for the warning signs.

- Telling that girl

he wants to die

isn't a warning sign?

- Maybe.

Or maybe not.

Maybe the last few years

have been a chock-a-block full

of warning signs and we just

weren't paying attention.

Or maybe not.

Maybe he's gonna try again

tomorrow.

Or not for another 10 years

or maybe never.

- Who knows?

- But surely there is something

we can try to do?

- What?

All we can do is...

love him and let him be,

I reckon.

Because one day

we're gonna have to let him go

whether we like it or not.

- sh*t!

- What?

- Bung wheel.

- Derek, we can't just stop--

- The caster's cactus.

You know, they oughta get some

of those solid stem wheels.

- Yeah mate,

they sound really good.

Get the other end, won't ya?

- Okay.

- Sorry love, we're just...

we're just wheeling him out.

- Watch his head...

- Jason.

There's an Elizabeth Myers

on the phone for you?

Do you wanna take the call?

- I'm so sorry, I didn't mean

to make you angry before.

I swear.

- I mean, you can't say sh*t

like that.

- I know, I shouldn't

have said it.

- No, you shouldn't have.

Hey, can you come see me?

- I get out

in three days, I think.

Is that okay?

- Not really, no.

- Still there?

- Yeah, sorry.

Should be fine.

I should be able to come.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

- Great.

I'll see you soon.

- Okay.

- Oi! Where do you think

you're going?

- Was that Jason?

- Sure was.

- Sneaky little bugger.

We've have a Black Alert

in ward seven.

Patient Jason Knight,

18-year-old male.

- Oi!

Black Alert, this is security.

Absconder spotted

in third floor stairwell.

Oi, come back!

Security 64. Almost had him

but the little sh*t got away.

He's off grounds. I guess

you better let the cops know.

- Hey.

Thanks so much for coming.

- Of course.

- They let you out okay?

- Yeah, they gave me a pass.

- That's nice of them.

- Yeah, they're alright.

- Pretty glamorous, huh?

- I love you, Liz.

- Do you want me

to go get a nurse?

- No.

- Look, I can stay if you want

stay till the morning

when they come.

- No, you can't.

- Why not?

Is this the spirit nest?

- I need you to take it

and hang it

in your room, tonight.

- Why?

- It needs to be

in the home of a loved one.

- Okay.

- I'll take it home real quick

and I'll come back.

- No, you need to be beside it

at the moment of passing.

Otherwise my spirit

won't find its way.

- Liz, is this for real?

- I'm gonna die tomorrow.

Nothing is more certain.

- You can't say stuff

like that, Liz.

- You don't have to believe me.

You just need

to do this thing for me.

Will you?

- Liz I...

I wish I could take your place.

I so wish I could do that.

I wish I could do that for you.

- You can't.

But you can do as you promised.

I have to prepare.

Bye, beautiful boy.

- Bye...

Liz.

- Jay sweetie,

what are you doing home?

- How come you're not

in the psych ward, son?

- I ran away.

- What? Why?

- To see Liz...

- So, are we gonna have the cops

knocking on the door now?

- I don't know.

- You planning on going back?

- I don't know.

- What's that?

Did you do a craft class?

- It's in case Liz dies.

- You want a hand

with that, son?

- No, I'm good.

- It's okay, I've got it.

Here you go.

- No, I'm gonna need

something else to hang it.

- It's okay.

I've got just the thing.

- Your mom will have

what you need, mate.

She's great

with this sort of thing.

- Dad, do you...

Do you love Mom?

- Of course I do!

What sort of question is that?

- Here.

Try this.

- Thanks.

- See?

Perfect

Actually...

This reminds me of when

we were setting up your nursery.

Remember that, babe?

Your mom wanted to hang

this ultra modern artsy-fartsy

mobile thing over your cot.

I swear

the entire thing was made

out of bits of broken glass

and razor blades.

Nearly lost an arm trying

to get it out of the box.

Anyway, I spent about half

an hour up a ladder...

- Hello?

- Am I speaking

to Mr. Jason Knight?

- Yeah.

- This is Chaplain Adam Bentley

of the Sydney Royal Hospital.

I'm afraid

I have bad news for you.

Ms. Elizabeth Myers

passed away this morning

at 11 AM during surgery.

- She's dead?

- I'm afraid so.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I've been told

it was a high risk...