01x04 - Episode 4

[bunniefuu]

Whoa. Um...

What?

This.

Oh, my God.

Do you guys believe in omens?

Omens for what?

I think I might be pregnant.

Huh? To who?

-Are you sure?
-Didn't you use a condom?

I wanna say yes,
but we were just...

We were so messy and I can't
remember a thousand per cent

what was going on down there

and everything was just
really patchy and...

Have you taken a test?

But I was really tired
the other day, remember?

And I really needed
to vom yesterday

and right now,
I am bloated as f*ck.

We just had Betty's Burgers.

And I just started using
this period tracker...

Your cycle is super flaky.

Yeah, but if it's right,
then...I'm late.

We should get you a test.

Wait, what? You actually
think I'm pregnant?

I say no,
but I have zero context.

-OK.
Let's go.

I can't tell if you're,
like, messing with me or not...

We're being serious.

I'm not convinced.
I don't know.

It's, like...
This is serious business.

"Do not allow urine

"to go past the plastic housing
of the test stick."

Think you've read it
enough times, Pri.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah.

I can't wee if you're talking.

Don't you think
it's weird

that, like,
the weather or whatever

can just change everything?

Everything's gonna be OK,
Priya.

Like, if it wasn't windy
on our first day of Year 7,

I would have never
gotten pollen in my eyes,

Maya would have never been upset

that her hat blew off in front
of everybody

and we would've never met in the
bathroom before the bell went.

We would have met literally
10 minutes later in math.

Um, we might not have
sat next to each other.

Pri, whatever happens,
we've got your back.

I know! I know.

I'm...I'm just saying.

A gust of wind
basically changed our lives.

Time's up.

One line.

Are you sure?

Maybe it's wrong.

I mean, my sister
had two negatives

and she still had to
have an ab*rtion, right?

I mean,
we both keep so hydrated,

maybe our pee is just
too diluted to show up.

Or maybe...maybe these tests
aren't made for brown women.

So I should get a blood test
to be sure, right?

If you think so.

Cool, 'cause imagine if I told
Tully's mum the wrong thing.

-Why would you...
-Tell her anything?

She'd be the grandma.
She'd want to know either way.

OK, you don't need to
look at me like that.

It's not like I've actually
bought a Kia Carnival

and a car seat or a bassinet
and a change table and a crib

or started thinking about
what needs baby-proofing.

-Oh, my God, you need to...
-Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

-It doesn't hurt.
-It doesn't hurt, trust me.

You've got this.

I can go in by myself.

-Are you sure?
-Yeah.

-It'll be fine.
-OK.

You're gonna need these.

Thank you.

You got this, babe.

I know. I got it. It's fine.

I hope I never have to worry
about getting pregnant.

Same.

We should only have sex
with vaginas, then.

I don't know
if that's in my future.

It's OK not to know.

I kinda wanna know.

Um, are you nervous
about seeing your dad?

I don't know.

Are you?

Can't be nervous about something
that probably won't happen.

-Oh, big bad Maya!

What would you say to him?

What would you want
to say to him?

I just think
all these flop dads

should leave
the rest of us in peace.

Yeah, right? I wish.

So,
what does your agent say?

That I'll be getting
the money next year.

f*ck him!

Oh, there she is!

Where are you staying?

It's...it's just for
a couple of days

and I've ordered Afghan.

You can't even eat solids.

Well, it can still be our thing.

What are you wearing
for the opening?

Oh, I was thinking for me,

I've got this new set
that's so sculptural

and it's got this kind of...

Why don't you wear the white one
that I bought you in Malta?

-It'll match the work.
-I love that dress.

-Right?
-Mm-hm.

Hope you've invited
heaps of your friends.

Why?

Sorry, are you embarrassed
by success?

No.

Would you rather we be poor?

Ok.

What is going on with you two?

Nothing.

Well, when you give everything
over to your art,

you can't keep everyone happy.

Whatever.

-More Afghan for me.

I love Afghan so much.

It's like bugs and sh*t.

-Oh! That's nice.

-Where did it come from?
It's a present.

Zippy got one for his mum
and she loved it.

What happened at
the panel beaters?

Oh, I...I think they wanted
to give me the job, but nah.

Couldn't see it working out.
It's all good.

Zip has a couple of contacts
in Bathurst,

so we're gonna
check that out tomorrow,

see what's around out there,
you know?

Good on you, lovey.
Don't you give up.

Bathurst? When are you going?

Tomorrow.

Come with me
to this thing instead.

What thing?

It's my mate's dad
art opening thing.

It's gonna be free food,
drinks, sh*t like that.

The f*ck are you
talking about, Gussy?

Come on, man,
there'll be some bankers there.

Oh, you don't say.

I don't like wankers.

Nah, but, for real,

they like handmade furniture
and sh*t like that.

Well, so, you're
really good with your hands.

Mm. Yeah, yeah, Gussy.

Do you want this
on your bedside table?

-Yes, please, love. Thank you.
-OK.

You are such a good boy,
darling.

How dumb
do you think I am?

"My mate's dad
has an art thing."

Is your mate a girl?

Yeah, I have mates
who are girls.

You should try it, bro.

You wanna know what I learnt
my first night inside?

Nope.

Uncle Mal, he's like
the leader of the wing,

he says to me,
"See that guy over there?

"If he asks you to take his tray
and chuck his scraps out,

"would you do it?"

And I was, like,
"I don't know. Probably."

"No, you wouldn't," he said.

"Only do something for someone
if they do it for you."

That's
the number-one rule in jail.

Actually, it's
the number-one rule in life.

You don't live by that.
You'd suck anyone off, man.

Shut up, ya derro!
And turn the light off.

Tell me
how you really feel!

I don't think
you can handle knowing the truth

about how I and every
f*cking one feels about you.

Go on.
Oh.

Go on!
Really?

Yes,
tell me everything!

OK. Your head is so far
up your own arse right now.

You're not sitting on
some perch above me!

You're just like your mum.

You remind me of
a little...little retriever

trying to get another pat
at every skate park in Sydney.

-You're begging for it.
-Get the f*ck out of my house!

You're disgusting.
Get out! Get out!

-What, because I won't pat you?
-No, because you're f*cking...

I hate him so much.

No, you don't.
-I do!

He's just a f*cking lizard.

He's a lizard and...

Licking his lizard-y lips.
He's disgusting.

He's eww. He's eww.

He can f*ck' eww his stupid
artwork up his d*ck hole.

I'm not a bowerbird,
bowing all the time.

Do you think
this is still my colour?

Tully?

Tully, wait.

Hey.

-I'm not pregnant.
-Oh.

Then what?

I have chlamydia.

What?

Half of the world

is walking around
with chlamydia right now.

Not Tully's chlamydia.

There must be another girl.

Sorry, Pri. What a weird thing.

I know that
having a baby is mental

and, like, your abs can fully
split open when you're pregnant.

Did you know that?

Anyway...

But...

..it was kinda nice knowing
that he'd live on, you know?

And not in a chlamydia way.

Shut up!

It was also kinda nice knowing
where I'd be in a year's time.

You'll still be here.

No, like, what I'd be doing.
Like a purpose or whatever.

Aww, Pri.

I don't know that either.

Me neither. I wish!

What are you talking about?

Maya, you'll have quit the IGA

because you're sick
of watching people

buy their dumb stuff every day

and you'll be worrying about

whether your mum's
gonna find out

you put Melbourne Uni down
on your preferences.

And, Kate,
you'll be telling us all

that you're boycotting
ARTEXPRESS

and hanging out with
some cool new poet

who does tantra.

Oh, my God, Priya.

I mean, I'm not upset
if that turns out to be true.

I mean, but what
do I have that's special?

Oh, Pri, don't be
so mean to yourself.

You have you, you have us,

and soon you'll have
some antibiotics

and a solemn duty to get
dressed up and come with me

to this dumb-arse
f*cking launch.

What the f*ck is that?

-Isn't that your idea?
-No offence.

Wow!

Sorry, but it speaks to me.

Mm, yes, please!

-Oh, thank you.
-Oh, no.

Mm, antibiotics.

I really shouldn't have broken
up with Brendan, should I?

I didn't even know that he did.

If you're in the zone,
it's hectic. Flow state.

I mean, it's no monster candle,
but there's nothing better

than making something
with your hands.

I can think of something.

I mean, maybe you boys
get in the flow some days too,

like you're at one
with the market or whatever.

-And you sell these?
-He does custom.

You like pottery?
Talk about flow.

What did I walk in on?

Jed, Gus, Ricko.

This guy's tapped into
all this sh*t.

Hey, cool, man.

You should join us after.
We'll go party.

Sorted?

Uh, I think
we'll be heading off.

But chill, Gussy, chill.
Here, check this out.

-And go hang with your friends.
-Mm.

It's all good.

I think I've made
a terrible mistake.

-Do you need water, G?
-Mm-hm.

OK, this way.

I don't like these things.
Too much desperation.

I love to get around
as much as possible.

-Oh, my God.

That's...that's not
what I meant.

I meant like I like to get
a wide range of inspiration

for my own art practice.

I'm sorry, but what
a fame wh*re is she.

She was nice in
my wellbeing session.

Um, why are you here?

Same reason as you, darling.

-Hi!
-Hi!

Oh, sorry!

Thank you.

What the f*ck was that?!

I try to do small works
in between teaching,

but lately I haven't been able
to find the time because I...

Oh, I'm surprised
to see you here.

Are you?

Well, I best do my speech.

You'd think that doing the thing
would be enough, but...

Don't worry.

If you're not a threat to
his talent, he'll be back.

Uh...

No, um, I'm not...

We're...

-I'm Kate's art teacher.
-Oh!

Ting-ting!
-Oh, how lovely.

Ting-ting.
-How lovely for you to be here.

Grazie. Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you for coming to
the official opening

of my latest
and most personal offering.

-'504 Faces of Melancholy'.

It may not have been

what Allenby Wolfe & Trust
were imagining

when they commissioned me

to be a part of their
terrific philanthropic work,

but I am a man of the streets.

I come from street art.

-Do you remember that?
-What?

When art was free,
when governments would...

..would spend money
trying to silence us.

Yeah.
Preach!

My point is that

sometimes we need to be taken
on a journey to get there,

and now I'm here.

Here I am.

The first idea for this piece

started off as a manifestation,
if you like,

of the many sorrows
of the world,

and how we can, uh...

No.

No, no, no,
it's time to be honest.

OK, do we hate him?

Yeah.

Cool.

I was bunkered down
in my Blue Mountains hovel

and every morning,
I would wake up

and there would be
a slew of empty wine bottles,

but, worst of all,
I was waking up to

an empty, shallow

ghoul of a man

staring back at me
in the mirror.

I couldn't see
my own brilliance.

I couldn't see Ophelia,
the love of my life,

the inspiration behind
so much of my early work.

Every street,
I searched for joy

and joy eluded me...

..until I realised what
a massive prick I was being

and I set about creating this,

this most tremendous
and expensive puddle of wax.

Oh!

But...but our melancholy,

our whole existence,

is as fleeting as this work.

Who knows?

One day they might commission me

to replace it with a hologram of
itself in a generation's time.

But, seriously, I want you
to marvel at this work

because it doesn't just
disappear on us

and leave us with nothing.

It leaves us with clarity.

You know, it's alright
if you don't get it.

I kinda do, but kinda don't.

I feel like that half the time.

And I know it's his work,

but there's a part of me
in it always.

And there's a part of him in me,
just stuck there.

Part of Tully is in me.

Aww, sweetheart.

No, for real.
I have Tully's chlamydia.

-What?
-In me.

Oh, darling,
you should get that looked at.

Oh, I have antibiotics. I just
haven't been able to take them.

It might be the last part
of him on Earth.

It's alright to let him go.

Do you think
his soul's in purgatory?

Oh, I hope not.

But I tell you what,

if there is a pill to fix
what a man has left you with,

then take it.

It won't always be that simple.

If you wanna go ape-sh*t
on your dad, you totally should.

That speech was cooked.

You wouldn't get it.

Because my parents are nobodies?

No!

You can be someone without him.

You really wouldn't get it.

You can be someone
without being someone.

Kate, you OK?

-I'm going home.
-Oh, no, stay.

There's people that
you still haven't met yet.

Well, what would I say to them?

That between all the wine,
you couldn't think of an idea,

so you stole mine?

-Oh, Katie-Cakes...
-Don't call me that.

Every artist lends
from other artists.

Every artist worth their loafers
knows that.

Adding self-pity to an idea
isn't art.

Don't upset your mum.

Darling, everyone
thinks it's really good.

You should be happy.

..skate parks in Sydney

just...just...just
keen for a pat!

Hey, come with me.

Why aren't you working
with us, dude?

Oh, you know,
I wasn't much in school,

but I did really good
at economics in jail.

I knew there was
something up with you!

-Come on.
-I'm coming.

Aww, you're playing again.

I really shouldn't have
broken up with Brendan.

I think I can feel Tully
leaving my body.

Maybe his soul
is finally at rest.

You can breathe now.

-How could you tell?
-Just could.

You can see way more than
last time I was up here.

There was heaps of scaffolding.
Pretty sick, eh.

You came here with Tully, yeah?

Me and him used to always talk
through, like, our parents.

He made me sh**t a horse.

My dad, in the Blue Mountains.

She was stuck in the mud
and her leg was broken.

So, he handed me a r*fle
and told me I had to do it

to know, like,
the limits of humanity

or some sh*t like that.

He kept staring at me
until I pulled the trigger

and it f*cked my shoulder
so bad.

And I think he was
waiting for me to cry,

but I didn't want to, you know?

And then he painted
a portrait of my face

from that moment and sold it.

You rich c**ts are another
kind of f*cked up, eh?

I mean, at least you done
the humane thing.

Thanks.

I did not know
your dad was MopsOne

and I did not know
MopsOne was a dark, dark dude.

He's legendary.

But you know he's still got
a piece out there

that no-one's touched,

which is absolutely bullshit.

But I could f*ck it up.

-You know what I mean?
-Really?

Yes, really. Definitely.