If I'm gonna get any respect around here, then you need to treat me
like every other annoying, insignificant intern.
A good chance to reinvent yourselves.
Speaking from experience, are you?
Yeah. I used to be a solicitor.
So... So, who are you?
Nick, Lewis, this is... This is my brother, Rafiq.
But I need a story.
It's either about how the Baynie brothers overcame the odds
or how they crashed and burned.
You've been stitched up.
Hey! Hey!
Thanks for ruining my career.
It's my choice.
And if I want to see him, I've gotta go to Broome?
- I'm his wife! - I'm his son! I'm his flesh and blood!
Well, you're not, actually.
Bernie wasn't your father.
What was his name?
A man called William Mitchell.
William Mitchell...
So, we get in, we get out. Nice and easy.
It's not a heist.
I just don't want you getting caught up like yesterday.
Well, how can I not get caught up?
I'm looking for my father.
Well, my biological father, not my...
See, this is what I'm talking about.
Look, I've got a good feeling about this, okay?
Yeah?
Bugger off, we're not buying anything.
Uh, I just wanted to ask... Are you William Mitchell?
- Were you at Sunbury in '72? - Who are you?
Mark Oliver. Marketing consultant.
Um...
Synced and corrected by Octavia - www.addic7ed.com -
Honey, this is pretty much like looking for a needle in a haystack.
All I've got is a name and a vague description.
For a man your mum last saw at Sunbury over 40 years ago.
Oh, it's like a rollercoaster.
So why not get off for a little while?
Well, he's an old man. It's not like he's gonna be around forever.
- Mark, is that you? - Oh, God, I've gotta go. I've gotta go.
I'm just going out for a walk.
You dropped something.
That's it, guys. Come on, get into it.
There you go. Choose your weapon.
There you go, Tilda.
That's it, guys. Anything you want.
- Take this one, Poppy. - What's going on?
Oh, just a bit of fun to kick the day off.
Interesting.
I think you might have sparked the imagination of some of the parents.
This could be an opportunity worth cashing in on.
What?
Well, it doesn't require any talent
and the kids are more than entertained.
What, you seriously think
some of these parents are gonna shell out for that?
I think this is what you call 'a light bulb moment', Lewis.
- No way. - Not likely.
That's it, guys. Come on. Whoo!
- Hey. - Oh! I was just about to page you.
How's Mark?
He's going around in circles
and I just don't know how to help him.
Oh. Let's talk about it later.
Uh, what would you like me to do
with Mrs Patterson in Acute 4?
Ooh, I would suggest...
you order an MRI, do a complete blood workup
- and call for an ortho consult. - Okay, I'll get right on that.
And once you've done that,
- start assessing the boy in Paeds 4. - Okay.
Treat me mean.
Oh, and Gemma? Don't forget the analgesic for Mrs Kinsley.
And go!
Well done, Mark.
Work harder, Lewis. Work harder.
Nice work, Mark. Nice work.
Resistance is key!
Trying to wipe us out in the first class.
If you stopped whingeing it wouldn't be as hard.
Hey, do you think...
Do you think I'm cheating?
No, you're good.
- Just keep pushing yourself. - No...
I mean...
Am I cheating on Dad?
On Bernie?
Your real dad's the one that's always around.
Yeah, it's like me and Angie.
I... I just don't know if I want to meet William Mitchell.
You're only talking about meeting the bloke.
Yeah, but once I've met him, I don't know what I'd want from him.
But you want to meet him.
Stop talking yourself out of it.
All right. Come on, boys. Back to work. Let's go.
About your punchy brother.
Yeah, what about him?
I know a bloke that does some ground work down at the Pacers.
He reckons Rafiq's making a nuisance of himself around the footy club.
Oh, yeah? Nuisance how?
Hassling recruitment staff in the car park.
Trying to get himself back in the draft squad.
He reckons he's gonna camp out until they put him back in.
Yeah, well, I screwed up his shot at the squad.
I'm the last person he wants to see.
What that kid did to you was wrong.
Somebody needs to get his head straight.
Anyway...
You know where to find him.
Rafiq.
Oi.
- Hey. - Nick off.
- Haven't you done enough damage? - Oh, like you can talk.
You lay your hands on me in front of my family and my friends.
You buried my chance.
Hey. I risked talking to that journo for you.
Okay? It backfired. It doesn't mean you can't trust me.
This was my year. You understand that? Mine.
If you want respect around here, you gotta earn it.
The right way.
My way. I've got this.
Hey. Just...
Just let me know when you run out of options, okay?
Whoa!
Let's go.
Homework then dinner.
- How about kick-to-kick, TV, then dinner? - Hmm...
- Dad? Are we a bad family? - Mmm?
What? Where did you hear that?
The kids at school said that we're a bad family.
Well, that's wrong.
But they said.
Yeah, what have I told you
about the things people say about other people?
Hey, I know you're all good.
And the people that love you know that too.
It's true.
Hey, little dudes.
Is he bad?
No, baby.
He's not bad.
Uh...
You mind if I do some laundry?
- I can do my own washing. - Yeah, I know.
I've run out of options.
Didn't take you long.
Have you got a plan?
Yeah, I think so. Leave it with me.
Okay.
Wow. That serious, huh?
Oh.
Yeah, man, I've gotta make it. I have to.
- I've gotta get Kelly back. - First things first...
Try that chord you learned last week.
Smart Alec.
Oh.
Think I'm caught.
Oh, cheers.
Hey, Looby might be onto a good thing.
Kids would get into something like that after school.
You think parents are gonna pay for their kids to jam?
Well, there's big dough in extracurriculars.
Especially if you don't have to drag them there.
Look at Justin's business.
Just out of interest, what would something like that take to set up?
Oh, not much. Just some instruments, a decent space...
- Amazing teachers. - You could run it any way you like.
Hey, I'm not running anything.
This thing could have legs.
Yeah, but I've got enough on my plate
and I like to keep things in my life very simple.
Well, it's just an idea.
Nick, can I have a hand with dinner?
I'll be right there.
I had no idea Lewis had such powers of conversation.
Ah, he was just riffing on this idea of an after-school music program.
Really?
Yeah, something improv-based.
Seems to think there's real money in it.
Just riffing, that's all it was?
Yeah. Well, no state secrets changed hands,
- it was just Lewis being Lewis. - Mmm.
And what is that, exactly?
Mmm...
You know, he says what he means and he means what he says. I like it.
Mmm. Lewis wouldn't know what he's talking about half the time.
If he did, he wouldn't let go of a decent idea when he had one.
This is something you could really run with, is it?
Well, yeah, but...
Thought you'd never get home.
I have been dotting I's and crossing t's all day.
- How was your day? - Oh, you know.
School, homework, domestics... beer with Nick.
Oh. I didn't get that memo.
Well, Looby likes him.
Yeah, well, he's an excellent teacher.
We're thinking of starting a business together.
- You and Nick? Did hell freeze over? - Mmm.
Kids. Music. After school.
How's this sound?
Oh, baby, please. I'm on information overload.
Can you tell me about it in the morning?
Just gotta keep Rachel out of it.
What is this? "About me - Nick Gazecki"?
You're the essence of this music thing.
People need to know who you are.
Rach, there is no music thing.
- It's just... loose beer talk. - Oh, it's a thing.
I've done a concept document and a business plan...
- Close your laptop. Come to bed. - Ah!
I thought you were a guy who took risks.
Don't start procrastinating on me now.
It's mine!
What the hell is The Jam Pit, anyway?
Oh, a new premium in after-school care
and intuitive musical training.
Sounds like a marmalade factory.
- Yes, well, marketing isn't your forte. - No.
I'm all about great business ideas.
Well, ideas that won't go anywhere without the right push.
- Look, if we don't do this... - "If we"?
..someone else will.
So blabbermouth Nick's on board today, is he?
Oh, he's deadly serious now.
The question is, are you?
I'm a woman of action, Lewis. Don't keep me waiting.
No, I think my time's better spent with you and the girls
than going on some wild goose chase...
We're heading out again, Abi. We'll call you later.
Stop faffin' around. You know you want to.
Remember, try to lead with your head, not your heart.
Why am I putting myself through this again?
Just keep it together.
Better get in there before it starts bucketing down.
Yeah.
Whoo-hoo-ee!
Is he high?
He's high!
And look at all this. This... Is this a meth lab?
Um...
- Are you William Mitchell? - Hit you? Why would I wanna hit you?
He can't hear properly.
Well, I don't want a deaf father.
It's from the explosion!
Hmm. Ears just popped.
It's this iodising blade I've been developing.
It's got quite a kick.
Are you... Are you a scientist?
- I certainly am. - Are you, um...
Are you William Mitchell?
Yeah.
Dr William Mitchell.
- Oh? - Yeah. How'd you know?
Doc... Uh, William... Um...
There's... There's no easy way of... of asking this...
- Um... - He thinks you're his father.
I don't know any Lizzys. I never have.
Well, she said... you...
materialised in front of her like a sun god.
- That's... That's what she said. - Hmm...
In Sunbury...
Ooh, I remember. I was... I was pinned. And hot.
Sweating like a bastard.
She said there was a field of grass that looked like crushed velvet.
Grass was all gone by the first morning,
it was a total dust bomb.
Here we go.
Sunbury, 1972.
That's... That's her. That's Mum.
Sunflower?
You're... Sunflower's boy.
Sunflower?
That's the only name she'd give me after we, you know, had our fun.
I wrote my name and address on her arm, hoped she'd call...
She never did.
It's, um... so good to meet you, Mark.
So, you never wanted a family?
Oh, I was married, you know, happily, for years, and...
well...
She got restless.
No kids.
No, my experiments... They're my only children these days.
- Never wanted a real family? - Oh, yeah, desperately. Desperately.
No, I'd have been there in a heartbeat
if your mother had told me about you.
She was, um...
- married. - Yeah, well... as that may be.
But the connection that we had,
it was like a glorious collision of body and soul.
- You're a romantic. - No, no, I'm a scientist.
Always in search of the glorious collision.
No matter how you get it.
Hey, I know you're not a lawyer any more,
but this journo needs to be put in his place.
Yeah, I'd be requesting a formal apology.
So, how does that work?
Well, we write a legal letter
asking for a retraction and a public apology.
- So how much does this all cost? - How does free sound?
Sounds like you're the man.
- Sorry, I need to take this. - Yeah, no worries.
- Catch you. - Catch ya.
Peta.
Yeah. Yeah, long time.
Hey, I have a small favour to ask.
Funny how things pan out.
I heard a couple of clubs were looking at this kid,
reminded everyone of you.
So what are his chances of getting on the club's rookie list?
Slim.
Hey, Rafiq's the goods. Seriously, Peta, he...
He lives for this.
It's not his talent, Justin.
Everyone saw that video.
I make a recommendation to a club, it's on my reputation.
Just let him speak for himself. He's not me.
Rafiq was... He was a little kid when I left him and Mum.
And he watched out for her. He still does.
He lives with you? Yeah.
I mean, he can. Me and the kids.
- You! Kids? - Yep. Yeah, I know. People change.
Hey, the club listens to you.
You know footballers.
You remember that Italian joint round the corner?
Yep.
- I'll meet you there at 2:00. - Okay. We'll be there.
Hey, you're still a legend. Ha!
Oh, it's The Jam Pit.
- Sorry, what was that? - Haven't you heard?
Rachel. Selling our idea back to me.
- She's fast. - She's a viper.
Oi! That's my lady you're talking about there.
Point is, she believes in your vision.
Oh! So it's my vision now?
Our vision.
Anyway... Glad we had this little chat.
Cleared up a few things.
Mum.
- I found him. - Found who?
William. William Mitchell.
- Why were you even looking? - How could I not?
He seems like a decent bloke.
I think you'd like him.
Well, obviously... you did like him.
That was a long time ago.
I think you should meet him.
Why on earth would I do that?
He's my father.
We shared a wondrous moment and I'll never regret that, but...
that's all in the past now.
It's not the past, Mum. It's happening now.
I can't cope with all this.
He remembers it like it was yesterday.
It was one afternoon, Mark.
Not to William.
To him, you'll always be his...
Sunflower.
Oh, don't use that name. I'm not that woman any more.
Fine, but he might. He's coming to dinner.
- Tonight. - Don't be ridiculous.
Please, Mum.
For me? Please?
What is the emergency?
- More of an opportunity. - Rachel...
Today is not a good day.
I can make it all better with five little words.
- "Music-centred after-school care". - No.
I just...
met my biological father.
Lovely. It's improvisation-based, it's fresh,
the market is crying out for something like this,
and best of all is the name: The Jam Pit.
Can't you just see the T-shirts?
Thoughts?
- It has an exclusivity deficit. - Well, I disagree.
There are no benchmarks.
Well, you've obviously missed the point.
No, you're unemployed,
and you're grabbing at the first idea that staggers along.
What is your problem?
- Relaxing little afternoon break? - Not the word I'd use, no.
My husband just found his father.
- I thought he died? - Actually, he's a scientist.
- I'm just not gonna say any more. - How are the afternoon rounds going?
Did Mark find his dad?
Yeah, and he's cooking dinner for him and Liz tonight.
- Just sprung that one on me. - I'd buy tickets to that.
So, where are we?
- Well, the rounds are all done. - They are?
Well, Dr Reshrika offered to step in and help
and we divvied up all the patients, and so everything is under control.
And if I don't see another patient,
I'm gonna fall asleep before the end of the shift.
Disturbing, isn't it?
What?
Feeling the new and improved model breathing down your neck.
- Peta! Hey. - Justin.
- Good to see. This is my brother, Rafiq. - Mm-hmm.
This is Peta, she's a recruitment advisor for the Pacers.
- Have you got time for a chat? - Yeah, sure.
I just want to play footy.
Hey, don't... Uh, let me remember... Uh, a ristretto. Is that right?
- That's the one. Thanks. - Okay.
- Please. - Yeah.
When did you discover that you loved playing footy?
Since the first time I saw Mio playing.
I mean, Justin playing.
You know, the look on my mum's face. She was blown away.
I mean, this is her son,
and the crowd is screaming and cheering for my brother
like he actually is someone.
I've been working towards that ever since then.
Ah...
Just need to get a new pencil, kids. I'll be right back.
Hey.
Check this out.
- What's this? - Nick drew it up.
A demand for a public apology from the journo
saying my comments were misrepresented.
"Permanent removal of offending materials"?
- Mm-hmm. - And a retraction?
Well, apparently there's gonna be a retraction
and an apology published on his website.
He just needs to say that it wasn't true.
"Including action for damages".
- What, does that mean he has to pay out? - Nah, it's just a threat.
- Could this work? - Yeah, I hope so.
Did you ever think that you'd have all of this?
What, this?
This is hard work.
- Come back and draw me, Rafiq! - Hang on, baby.
Yeah, harder than Dad thought too, the prick.
- Hey, some guys never grow up. - Yeah, he was a coward.
When Kelly and I have kids, I'm sticking around.
- I thought that was over. - What?
No. No, she'll be back.
All I gotta do is get on the Pacers rookie squad,
get this creep journo to apologise, and she'll be all over me.
Yes!
What are you playing?
Hey, mate!
- Thought you were with your mum. - She dropped me off.
- I didn't want to go to the supermarket. - Right.
- Can I have a go? - Uh, nah.
No, I don't think you'd like this one. It's not that much fun.
- Looks fun. - Nah. Uh...
You know what is awesome, though?
- Shaving cream wars. - Yeah!
Get your jacket. I'll get the shaving cream.
Hey, Rachel.
About that business we discussed earlier.
I just need to know who's running the show.
Well, I handle Jam Pit marketing, you handle logistics,
Nick does the rest.
I guess that makes us... partners.
Fancy that.
Wow, you've really hit the jackpot there. Dermatitis and...
What is that? A bite as well?
Like I told the other lady,
my damn ferret won't sleep in his own bed.
What other lady?
That one.
Let's get you down to radiology.
Why am I retracing my intern's steps?
- Well, she's just so efficient. - It's a waste of my time.
Well, at least she's not breathing down your neck any more.
Too far out in front for that.
"Whenever a doctor cannot do good, she must keep from doing harm."
- Hippocratic oath. - Mm-hmm.
Pity some supervisors seem to have misplaced their copy.
Ah.
I said treat me mean, don't prank me.
You need to learn to pace yourself.
Yeah, well, it's hard doing a good job as it is.
You're doing three people's jobs, and sometimes one of them's mine.
I'm just trying to do my best.
No, I think you're trying to prove yourself, and you don't need to.
I do. I'm playing catch-up here.
I mean... If I don't learn as much as I can as fast as I can,
then my career's gonna be over and I'll still be an intern.
And I really want to be a good doctor.
Yeah, but, which kind of good doctor?
The one who blitzes her exams, hits the wards hard
and then burns out in three months?
Or one who knows how to pace herself and have a great career?
Because you and I have seen both types.
I, uh...
have a gangrenous toe for you.
- Very funny. Oh. - No, really.
- Bed 2. - Thank you. Okay.
He's got spirit.
And on form alone, there is no question.
But right now, Rafiq's a pass for us.
But, wait, you're not gonna give him a go?
Not this year, no.
Look, things settle down,
he gets another year of local footy under his belt,
we can revisit this next year.
What, you think he's trouble?
Footy's not his first priority.
It's about being better than you.
Well, that's not necessarily... a bad thing.
It's always gonna trip him up.
I hope it works out for him.
You're wrong. About The Jam Pit.
That doesn't explain what you're doing here!
Well, Rachel thought that it'd be a good idea
for us all to do some market research together.
- No, no, not... Not here. Not tonight. - All right, shh.
Now, I want you to tell me your favourite thing about music.
Rachel, no!
- I like singing. - I like 'Frozen'.
We know this is a good idea.
Well, apparently some people don't get what we're trying to do.
All I said was...
is that The Jam Pit has an exclusivity deficit.
You have to take it out of the classroom
and turn it more into a club,
where you've got concerts, performances, badges,
things you can only access if you're a member.
Genius. I love it.
Who wants to be in a club where the entry is being in a band?
If you're running it, it'll be really fun.
Well, gee, I'm glad I rushed home for this.
Okay. You have to go. You have to go now.
Um, you grab Mum, I'll get the door.
- He came? - Yeah.
- Who came? - Who came?
Mark, I can't tell you how much I appreciate this invitation.
Oh, I'm just so glad you could make it.
G'day again. Don't mind us, we're just leaving.
- Oh, I... - Hi. Nick Gazecki.
- G'day, Nick. Will. - Will?
- Yeah. - See ya.
You'd never know he had anything to do with Mark
to look at him.
I don't see Mark ageing that well, do you?
Anyway, when you get over your tortured family dramas,
we should talk about our permanent work arrangement.
Uh, yeah, I've got plenty of family stuff on. Thanks, Rachel.
Okay. Ta-ta.
Hello, William. I'm Abi, I'm Mark's wife.
- It's so lovely to meet you. - Oh, lovely to meet you too, Abi.
This is truly a...
Oh. And here she is.
Uh, obviously no introduction required.
Hello, William.
I'm Liz Oliver.
And this... is my late husband, Bernard.
Ah...
It's a disaster.
Oh, come on. It's not that bad. They'll warm up.
The Cold War was warmer than this.
Pops?
Did you know Will has a laboratory in his house?
He shouldn't be here.
He's not Grandpa Bernie.
No, no, no. You're right. I'm not.
And I know how much you must miss him.
Especially as he was such a good grandpa...
and a good father.
Do you know what I've discovered
out of some of the experiments that I've done?
Sometimes, when you think something isn't there any more...
it actually is.
Let me see... Yes.
Uh, Mark... Brandy? In a glass?
Yes! I'll get it for you.
All gone, eh?
Yeah? Watch this.
But if I take this candle...
You see?
Hasn't gone after all.
And, uh...
maybe Grandpa Bernie hasn't gone either.
Oh...
I've made such a mess of things.
But I'm so glad I had you.
No, no, no, no. Let me. Let me.
Did you find them?
Not exactly.
I didn't see them...
but the lights were on in his van.
Well... is your mum okay? They've been out there for an hour.
Maybe we should go and check.
Well... he's my father.
Yeah, exactly. A man we barely know.
Come on.
What? No.
They're laughing.
♪ Most people I know ♪
♪ Think that I'm crazy... ♪
They're singing!
♪ And I know at times ♪
- ♪ I act a little hazy... ♪ - ♪ Hazy... ♪
♪ But if that's my way ♪
♪ And you should know it then ♪
♪ In every way help me to show it... ♪
I'm taking my drawing to show-and-tell.
Oh, look at that.
Hey, hey. He did it.
The idiot journo posted an apology on his website.
Ah.
Your lawyer is gonna get me back on track.
♪ Guess who's gonna play some footy?
♪ Guess who's gonna play some footy? ♪
All right, hey, kids. School time. Let's go.
Get out front and wait for Lewis, okay?
I'll see you guys this afternoon.
All right.
Have a good day. Enjoy.
So? What do you reckon?
Should I call your friend at the Pacers and tell her?
- Yeah, I've already spoken to Peta. Mmm. - Did ya?
Well, what did she say? When do I start training?
Mate, they passed on you.
- What? - Yeah.
But everything's fixed now, that's rubbish.
That's...
You know what? I'm just gonna go down there.
What, to do what? Look, they said they'll see you next year. okay?
Meantime, just get your head together. All right?
Look, I need this. okay?
I told Kelly that I would make the draft.
Oh, forget about her. She's not coming back.
Excuse me?
What would you know?
Why would she, the way you carry on?
Oh, come on.
Hey. Hey, you've gotta deal with this, Rafiq.
What are you trying to prove, huh?
Who you fighting? Me, your teammate... Who's next?
You wanna end up like the old man?
Oi!
- Think. - I said move.
Hey, the only person that's gonna mess up your life is you.
I learned that the hard way.
- Get out of my way. - All right. Take it.
Oi, wait.
Don't be an idiot. Raf.
Come on, mate. Talk to me.
Oi. Where are you going?
My picture!
Raf! Oi, Raf.
Angie, no!
Stop the car!
What happened?
She got knocked over in the driveway. She...
- She seemed okay... - Okay, put her straight in there, please.
Just over there.
I need a paediatric trauma call, please, and an urgent CT head scan.
Is Angie going to die, Lewis?
Course not, buddy.
So, there's no bleeding on the brain and no fractures in the X-ray.
She's had a concussion,
but she just needs to take it easy for a couple of days.
So basically, you, my little sweetie,
are a very lucky little sausage.
Thanks, Gemma.
Okay.
Sorry, Daddy.
Hey.
You don't have anything to be sorry about.
I didn't look both ways.
It wasn't you, baby.
Easy, boys. Easy, boys. She's still fragile. Easy.
Darling, what are you doing all cooped up? It's beautiful outside.
Oh... Rough night.
No, marvellous is all I can say.
It was. Very special.
Thanks to you.
I told Will he could use the bathroom. Is that all right?
- Sure. - Down the hall, second on the left.
Towels under the sink.
Ah...
Abigail, darling. Good morning.
Ah, a decent feed before we hit the road. Great idea.
Are you going somewhere?
Will's going to drive me to Broome with Bernie's ashes.
We're gonna put him to rest.
Oh.
Brilliant.
Together?
We thought it would give us an opportunity
to get to know each other... better.
I thought that's what last night was about.
We talked all night.
We have a connection.
A glorious collision.
It doesn't diminish how I feel about Bernie.
Life's about exploring, my love.
Potential...
and risk.
I... I have to clean the guinea pig cage.
You know, you could have just changed the newspaper.
Well, he didn't choose to be our pet.
We're either looking after him or we're not.
- Okay... - It's a sacred responsibility.
Parenthood.
To the guinea pig?
I've only just met him.
I know.
But he'll be back.
You are controlling, conniving and manipulative.
I'll take it that's a 'no' on the Jam Pit, shall I?
You treat teamwork as some sort of legalised theft.
I love our little pep talks, Mark.
Your people skills are like that of a Russian tsar,
but without the caviar.
- Always good to see you. Bye-bye, girls. - But...
the Jam Pit does have potential.
I knew you'd come round.
Unrealised potential, but it's there.
Just like we have potential.
- Our potential? - 'We' creates energy.
'We' creates ideas.
'We' should be business partners.
'Hilton Oliver' does have a ring to it.
Oliver Hilton.
Hilton & Olive.
- Olive Hill. - Olive Hill.
You and me. A boutique agency.
No. You, me, and the girls.
We're a package.
The girls come first, but I am the best business partner you will get.
All decisions are 50-50. Equal partners.
No dodgy decisions, no railroading, no dodgy deals.
The Jam Pit can be our first client.
I don't know what to say.
Well, that's a first.
We'll take lots of photos.
No more slide nights, please, Mum.
I'll try, my love. I'll try.
See you in a couple of months.
Bye!
She's quite something, my mother.
Uh-huh.
Who wants some ice-cream?
- Me! - Come on. Come on.
In we go.
Okay. Out of the rain, let's go.
Hey. I got you something.
Zac, take your sister inside.
You need to go.
Oh, come on, man. I'm sick over what happened.
Oh, good.
Maybe you'll remember that next time you get pissed off.
Okay, you're not perfect either.
Oh, it's always someone else, isn't it, Raf?
Me, Dad, your mate. Huh?
It's never about you and your shitty choices, is it?
- I didn't mean to hurt her. - I know.
I know you didn't.
You just don't have any self-control.
You can't come back here, Raf.
- Are you serious? - Yeah.
Yeah, I can't have that around my kids.
Get yourself sorted out.
Until then...
you're not welcome.
Righto. We good?
I'm working through it, so...
I meant the cards.
Least your dad wasn't a bum.
He made something of himself.
Yeah, must be where I got my smarts.
Must be.
Uh, I'm gonna have to take this.
Don't mind us.
Hey.
What do you need?
Well, I thought he had one.
No, if he needs a new car seat, he needs a new car seat.
I'll drop the cash in your account later tonight.
Okay. No worries. Bye.
It was, uh... old client's wife.
Helping her out, are you?
Yeah.
Her husband's in jail and she's got a kid, so...
I like to keep an eye on him.
World needs more community-minded peoples.
- There's nothing going on. - The thought never crossed our mind.
But... if I'm going into business with a person,
I would like to get the bad news up-front.
All right.
You want to know?
Her husband's in jail because I buggered up his case.
Is that why you stopped practising?
Yeah.
One family on my conscience is enough.
That's a pity, because I heard
the letter you wrote for Justin's brother
had the ring of first-class bastardry about it.
Easy come, easy go.
So, you guys want to make this interesting?
Sure.