01x05 - #oleema

[bunniefuu]

Mum? I need Mum!

I can help. I can help.

Dads are more than capable.

It's my boob.

Oh, um, Mum's on the
couch downstairs.

Sh-sh-sh-sh. It's OK.

- Mum. Mum. Mum.
- What? What's happening?

My right boob is red
and huge and hard.

Oh!

Can you check it?

- Arggh! Is there a lump?
- Yeah, it feels very hard.

- Check properly.
- Mm, it's like a rock.

And I feel like I've got the flu

but also like my boobs
are gonna explode.

Yeah, I think you've
probably got mastitis.

- We'll have to go to emergency.
- What?!

- Yeah.
- Everyone relax!

Relax. Dad's got this.

- Got what?
- Oh, um, I've got the baby.

Jacinda. She's settling. Go.

Great. Come on, darlin'.

Oh, my God, it's getting worse!

What is happening?!

It'll be fine. We're a team.

Chalmers-Davis has got this!

Are you sleeping?

Yes.

Ange told me what
happened, you poor thing.

I read that you have
to keep breastfeeding

through blood and pus.

Yep.

Yay for all.

Well, luckily, Dr Google and I

have come up with
the perfect remedy.

You chill the leaves and then
you put them on your boobs.

For pain relief.

I have medication for that.

But this could work
as a dual treatment.

Or it could give me a rash

like that ashwagandha
cream you gave me.

That was meant to
be good for stress.

That rash was very stressful.

- I'm only trying to help.
- I know.

But right now, all
I need is my bath.

And some silence.

I'll wait outside, then.

- Where are you going?
- To Oly's.

- To see Sorpresa.
- Whatever.

Where the hell do you
think you're going, Santiago?

You have to take the little
ones to the park today.

I don't have the time right
now. I'll do it later.

"I'll do it later." I love it.

You will do later and I
will go to work later.

And with your help and
all those f*cking hippies

asking me for bamboo forks
and biodegradable napkins,

we're just gonna let
the business go under.

Mm-hm.

Go with the children
of the world.

She's my baby. Mine and Oly's.

Rosa. Rosa. Rosa.

What do you know
about this Oly girl?

Her name is Oly and I believe
she's Spanish-impaired.

Probably.

Look, look, I know Santi...

Good luck to her, because this
is what she's getting. This.

Look, I'm just saying...

Maybe I'll invite her to
Mary's birthday tonight.

There's a party?

Yeah. I didn't tell you?

Hey, well done last night.

We really pulled
it together nicely.

Yeah, we're amazing.

Ange, I really
want this to work.

Why?

Because...

Lawyers will fleece
us of all our money.

We'll have to find a
second home in Sydney.

Who the f*ck can afford that?

Wow, that's romantic.

You know Jonno,

he's been sleeping in his
sister's attic since his divorce

and he's now got
a prolapsed disc.

I'm on a couch.
I'm halfway there.

- Come back to bed, then.
- We're miserable!

- I'm not miserable.
- Yes, you are!

You're sleeping with
him, aren't you?

That sleazy,
salsa-dancing p*ssy.

- Oh, wow. I'm going to work.
- Listen...

Do you really hate me
enough to separate?

Dom, come on!

Oly needs us.

Now more than ever.

I mean, last night proved that.

She needs both of us.

Ange, we've had our heads
so far up our own arses

we didn't even know our
daughter was pregnant.

I don't want us to
break her heart.

Hm!

The serves just
keep getting bigger.

- Yeah.
- Swoon!

Is that spicy? I
love me some spice.

Never mind.

You OK? You look tired.

I'm a bit sick.

What's up?

Just... normal stuff.

Not really worth discussing.

I'm on antibiotics.

Still feels like my boobs
are broken.

Right. Maybe I could
take Sorpresa for a walk.

So you can... rest your boobs.

- Can I see her?
- Oh, yeah.

Puchita.

Hello.

There you go.

Hey, you're still cool
with me helping out, right?

Of course. It's what we agreed.

Ready to hit the town, kiddo?

So, Mum said I should
use my suspension

to practise mindfulness.

And how's that working for you?

I tried it. And it's sick.

- If you say so.
- You should try it.

It'd make you more
present as a parent.

Uh-huh.

Oly's gonna need
a bit of comforting.

Shut up.

As if you're not
excited she's single.

Don't really care, to be honest.

Hi, Rosa.

- You're here!
- Just.

You want to go to
the markets after?

Don't answer it. Scammers.

Hello?

Oh. Hi, Rosa.

I'm good, thanks.

Tonight.

Oh, a party.

Oh, that is such a
beautiful thought.

The thing is, is that when I
said that I'm good, thanks,

I actually meant that
I'm a bit unwell.

I just didn't sleep very well.

But I am on antibiotics. I
actually am technically sick.

Could we do another night?

Um...

OK. Could I let you
know after school?

OK, thank you. Thanks.

Alright, 'bye, Rosa. 'Bye.

What is it?

Just some party she
wants me to go to.

You mean that she
wants us to go to?

No!

Come on! You're well
enough to be at school.

- That's different.
- Well, is it?

You know you'll feel
better if you go out.

Relax.

Relax the boobs.

Go to a casual party
with your friend Reema!

Come on, we haven't gone
out together in ages.

Yeah, 'cause I kinda had a baby.

Get your dad to look after it!

Heard you guys got lumped
with P&C tonight. Suckers.

Have fun arguing about
different shades of beige

for the new library curtains.

Thanks for that.

How's Santi?

Yeah, fine.

How's Dom?

I'm sorry about
the way he acted.

I just think he's,
um, finally lost it.

Angie, I only
asked to be polite.

You don't have to do anything
that you don't want to do,

you know that, right?

I mean, you're
keeping a human alive.

I know! Thank you.

You're literally the
only person who gets it.

- Want me to talk to Rosa?
- Can you talk to Reema too?

Bring it on.

No, I'll go for a bit.

I could take care of this one.

Sure.

Thanks for babysitting.

It's not babysitting
when she's mine, right?

Hey, maybe we could write
up that schedule sometime.

Cool. Yeah.

See ya.

Hello?

Moving on to the colour schemes

for the new curtains
in the library.

We found that the greyscale

was a little incongruous with
the energy of the school.

For those of us that have
a predilection for vibrant,

certain hues of beige are
more visually stimulating.

Now, there's a huge
variety to choose from.

Cosmic Latte, Unbleached Silk,

Desert Sand, Buff.

I mean, there's so much variety

we can even splash
out and go two-tone.

I for one am partial to the
Cosmic Latte/Buff combination.

Matias, what do you think?

Right.

Oh, my God!

You better get down with
me, Oly, I swear to God.

This is gonna be awesome!
Just like old times.

Doesn't sound like reggae.

Oh, my God, it's reggaeton.
Please don't say that inside.

OK, this is literally
nothing like old times.

I see an open bar. Cha-ching!

You said that we were
gonna take it easy.

We can have a little drinkie.

Not you. You're on
your antibiotics, OK?

- You came!
- Hi!

Hi.

- It's Angel, right?
- Angel, that's right.

I'm Reema, Oly's bestie.

Let's get a drink.

Please tell me they have
watermelon Cruisers.

Oh, I think they've got it.

Ha! Oh, my God, this party.

I'm so thirsty.
Get me some wine.

No, no, no, rum. No,
some wine. Some wine.

- Wine.
- Whoo!

You can tell she's
thirsty from a mile away.

Can I please have...

Thank you.

Baby daddy?

- Oh.
- Hi.

Hi.

Oly said I could come
help look after Jacinda.

Oh. Righto.

No way!

- Spiderbait.
- Put 'em on if you like.

Kram is baller.

You know his name's
not really Kram?

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah, it's actually Mark.

Which is 'Kram' backwards,
which is 'Mark' backwards.

Oh, that's cool.

Yeah, man.

You know, it's good to have
another bloke round here.

Gender balance has been
off since Bowie left.

Is that Oly's brother?

- Mm.
- Yeah?

The Boz. The B-train.

Yeah.

He's in South America
having the time of his life.

Doing whatever he wants
with whoever he wants.

He's a free man.

Yeah.

Hey, your dad let
you drink beer?

Oh, no, not really.

Pfft! Pretty strict, is he?

Oh, sometimes, yeah.

Yeah. I know his
type. Help yourself.

- Actually?
- Fo' shizz.

Thanks, man.

You know, anytime you want
to get away from that tyrant,

you're welcome over here.

- No short shorts over here.
- Huh?

I said, "I'll just
turn it up over here."

Oh!

I've always thought
that greyscale

was incongruous to the
energy of the school.

That's hilarious.

How are things at home?

I'm sleeping on the couch.

Dom thinks you
and I are f*cking.

Whoo! Hola!

Hey, f*ck off! I'm
married. Married.

Cool scarf. Love the colour.

- It's not a fashion statement.
- What is it, then?

It's a symbol for the fight
for ab*rtion rights in Chile.

Ha, awkward.

I mean, not that you knew
you were pregnant, but...

The movement's massive.

It's spread through Latin
America and the Caribbean.

Yeah, you white-splained
that perfectly.

Except it's much
broader than that.

Don't worry. Oly's super-woke.

What is she, your ethnic shield?

No, I'm empathetic and
capable of connection

even though her
people colonised mine.

We're Scottish.

It's easy to be empathetic

if you've turned
yourself into a coconut.

I love coconuts.

I need a drink.

I'm a huge follower of 'la
marea verde' and the protests.

Are you going to teach
your daughter all about it?

- Of course.
- Mm.

It's not the same
as lived experience,

but I guess a few Google
searches give you the right

to pretend that we are
fighting for the same thing.

Aren't we fighting
for the same thing?

Are we?

Look, I want my baby
to know her history

and I'm gonna teach
her what I can,

but if I fall short,

then Santi will be there
to pick up the slack.

And Bernardita.

And you, if you like.

Santi won't help.
He's a total kangaroo.

He's so good in
bed, though, right?

- Did you come?
- No.

I... Sorry. I...
I thought you did.

Not quite.

But you made so much noise.

I was surprised. I...

Oh, right.

Matias...

..you have nothing
to be worried about.

That was the best thing that's
happened to me in years.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

I don't want to go home.

Oh!

Worst bestie ever.

- No, you're not.
- No, you!

You just left me there
and you knew I was upset.

- The coconut thing?
- I was defending you.

And you don't give a sh*t.

OK, Reema, I'm
really f*cking tired.

My boobs still feel weird.

Now I have to look after you

when you're the one who made
a big deal about hanging out.

You know you can be
really selfish sometimes?

- I'm not selfish.
- You're...

Oh!

Oh, Ange! Go away, please. I
can't have you see me like this.

I know how much you
respect me.

I'll leave you to it.

Oh, God, you scared me.

I thought that might help.

- Where have you been?
- A P&C meeting.

- Oh.
- I'm gonna get ready for bed.

Oh, you're not gonna help?

Um, well, can't your dad help?

He's been here helping
all night, actually.

Oh, well, we had to move
tables and chairs around

for the meeting, so...

..I
really need a shower.

Hm.

What are you doing?

You're not into this anymore?

f*ck it. I'm not
wasting my time.

- Angie...
- Mm. Mm.

- Angie...
- Mm, yeah?

Do you think...

..that you and I will ever
have sex together again?

I...

I don't think so.

You smell really bad.

Mm.

My mouth
tastes like arse.

Oh!

Hey!

It's OK. Good morning!

Oh, come here.

Oh, la, la. Oh!

- That's better.
- You're really good at that.

You'll have to teach me.

I might pop one out
in, like, 15 years.

Sorry.

You wanna hang out after school?

I kind of just want to come
straight home with Jacinda.

That's cool.

Maybe we could do
something tomorrow.

Maybe.

- I'm sorry I was a d*ck.
- It's OK.

I've just really missed you.

Me too.

- You're here early.
- Yeah. So are you.

Are you OK?

I don't know.

I, um...

I don't think we
can do that again.

Do you agree?

Yeah. I do.