Gwen? Good morning.
Gwen?
Hey.
Gwen.
Hi.
Hello.
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Morning, Sarge.
This bloke you locked up last night,
male Caucasian, 27 years of age,
surname Meoff, first name Jack.
Yeah.
Didn't occur to you it could be a fake name,
Jack Meoff?
Well, yeah, when you say it like that.
Where am I? What am I doing here?
How do you feel?
I feel awake.
I feel alive.
It's wonderful.
What happened here?
Something happened here.
- That's where Alfie drowned. - Alfie?
When?
I don't remember that. Why don't I remember that?
- Gwen... - Ray!
�Ray!
Let's get you inside. Come on.
Ray.
G'day, mate.
- What's going on?
Something I can help you with?
- Is Gwen here? - Gwen? No.
- Ever since the flood... - I know...
she's in the home, but...
Never mind.
I'll tell her you were asking after her.
She'll appreciate it.
See you, Max.
Do you think he saw you?
I don't think so.
- You alright? - I'm alright.
I'm better than alright.
I want you inside me.
Here's some clothes, sir.
Who are you and what's your name, mate?
Ah, Mick, Mick Waterman,
and if you don't mind, I'm bursting for a piss here
but I get a bit embarrassed in front of an audience.
- Just put your clothes on, sir. - How did you get in here?
Well, you tell me.
I was passing through, walking through the park,
having a few cold ones, nothing wrong with that.
Next thing I know I wake up here.
No wallet, in my birthday suit,
like...like I've been molested or something.
Sarge, last night I locked a kid up in this cell, right?
No ID, I photographed him, I printed him.
I have no idea what happened to him.
Is that like the time
you had no idea what happened to Jim McGaskell's marijuana...
Excuse me, I really am brewing here.
No, no, nothing like that.
Isn't there some rule about four hours
- being holed up here? - This is fucking nuts, OK?
- God. Sir... - I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
No, we're very sorry, Mr Waterman.
Senior Constable Griffiths will have you out of here right away.
And then he'll clean this mess up.
Just put your clothes on, mate.
That was very good of her to apologise like that.
Didn't hear a peep out of you, though.
The national anthem of Japan.
This is just lovely, isn't it?
Something to really lift the spirits of the whole town.
Why would somebody do something like this?
Why would they do it?
Thanks very much, mate.
- Yeah. - Much appreciated.
I'd better get that.
Hello?
Oh, Margot. I should've called.
She's here and she's OK.
No, no, no, she's... she's really...
She's really well, actually.
Oh, boy.
Margot, um, I've gotta... I've gotta go.
Are you sure this is OK?
Come on. Get out.
No you don't.
There's a process here, Max. You know that.
You sign in, ask if our resident would like a visitor.
Is Gwen here?
She's being cared for. Come on.
Ok.
Holy shit. That's him. Holy shit!
His name's Tommy Brydon. 68.
Wanted for the murder
of Melbourne crime boss Antonio Russo
who this guy left in a recycle bin, minus seven of his fingers.
Although one was later found inserted in his anal passage
so guess that makes six.
Yep, that's a puzzler.
And we had him right here in our cell.
Then... I mean, I've got no idea how...
Oh, it gets better, mate.
You know the prints you took of your kid?
They came back.
They're Brydon's. So you did arrest him.
You've done it again, haven't you?
This takes the cake. This is a whole new level...
Sarge, I didn't arrest this guy.
You need to find him right now.
Shit!
You.
Us.
All-time greatest.
Alright.
I'll see you later.
Hey...
Are you hungry?
I made some new pies.
OK.
Let's just, you know,
wait... wait a second or a few seconds...
maybe...
Yeah.
Of course.
We've got all the time in the world.
Yeah.
We can do anything we want now.
Yeah.
All the things we never did.
Yeah, but let's, you know, take it day by day, hey?
That'd be good.
I'm hungry.
Are you hungry?
I'm starving.
Yeah. OK.
This is it? This is what you've been living on?
- Well, there's plenty of... - Don't say tins.
Tins.
Hello!
Oh, shit.
I'm coming!
Who's that?
Get back in.
Loris.
- Oh, Ray, how is she? - What?
I heard. I was at the home dropping off some magazines
and Margot told me.
She's very worried.
She doesn't need to be worried. I mean...
Gwen's fine, she's here, she's resting.
Thanks for checking in.
I know what you're going through.
Herb and I...
Well, he's my right hand in spite of his obstacles
and the mere thought of losing him,
the thought of you losing her to this awful disease...
Yeah, well, I appreciate that, Loris.
Well, you've got to do the best for her now.
I mean, she's not the same woman any longer.
- I know. - As awful as that sounds.
Ah, that's Natalie, my niece.
You know how kids are, they sleep all day, eat everything.
Bye, Loris.
And how are we gonna explain this to everyone?
Both of us just disappearing?
We don't have to.
We can just...leave, go anywhere we want.
Start over.
- Our families? - I mean, who's left?
We could make a new one.
For the record, I'm gonna miss this face.
G'day, captain.
How's it going?
- Bit of porn time, eh? - It's reconnaissance.
Is that what all this stuff is?
What's this one?
It's where I've searched already.
- And this? - It's where the others died.
The sites.
Mate, this is the most depressing cubby
I've ever been to.
You really reckon she's still alive, eh?
It defies logic that her car,
which was only driving to the shops, has never been found.
These are the places I'd still need to search.
But they're more than a day's bike ride.
Well, then, we should drive.
Meet me here first thing tomorrow.
Come on. It's getting late. You've got to go.
I've left you some bedding and provisions.
OK. Thanks.
Fuck.
Hey.
Hey. How was your day?
Twilight Zone. That was my day.
What happened?
I can't tell you, can I? Official police business.
I did have this cocky little punk
that I locked up last night.
He was talking shit about you and...
well, he said that the two of you were... You know?
- Me? - Yeah.
Short hair, try-hard beard.
What did he say?
Let's just say he loved your custard tarts.
Did he?
Tina, he was talking bullshit.
You don't even think it's possible
that another younger man might...
find me desirable?
What are you on about? No, that's not what...
- I was defending you. - Well, how very big of you.
I don't feel anything.
- You need another one. - I've already had two.
It's been half a day!
- Why isn't it working? - I don't know.
Maybe you needed it more.
I mean, it is what it is.
God, damn it!
Gwen.
If you can...
I mean, if you can bear to live with me
as I am, like this...
Of course I can. But It's not about that.
When I was younger, I didn't want to feel trapped.
And I really thought that what I was doing
was far more meaningful and that some day...
some day, like, time was this infinite thing,
that I'd have years and years to throw away
but that it would happen and that I'd have a second chance.
Second chance at what?
Don't you see that this is why this is happening to us?
You want a baby.
Don't you?
Maybe back then.
But not now.
Oh, get a grip. Get a grip.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I don't... I don't know what came over me.
I know.
- I love you. - I love you.
I'm sorry.
No, Gwen, no, no.
Why?
I'm not going to get you pregnant.
We don't know how this works.
We don't even knowif...
you are you.
Of course I'm still me.
I'm your wife of 47 years.
Gwen, no.
What the fuck's wrong with you?
Who'd have believed it?
This child prancing into his bedroom,
while poor Gwen sleeps...
Oh, Herb, I'm sorry.
It's still a bit raw, isn't it?
May be infected.
But really, Ray, Ray of all people.
An academic, a scientist!
An educator of children!
Doesn't anyone have any control anymore?
Any bloody morality?
I don't know how a man can justify such actions.
It was my fault.
Yeah, that's him, alright. Those ferret eyes.
Real piece of work. Came out of nowhere.
I'm very sorry, sir.
At least there doesn't appear to be any damage to the vehicle.
Oh, thank Christ.
Pardon me, sir.
Isaac.
Sergeant Stokes, may I please have a glass of water
for my medication?
It needs to be taken at 9am
- precisely, so... - Yeah, yeah, OK,
just hang on a minute.
- He was in my car... - So he was already in the garage?
Yeah he was already in there.
- He came out of nowhere? - No he came out of the car.
So he got out of the car?
You little legend!
- Any problems? - Nah.
They were talking to a guy with a bandage on his head.
It was probably Uncle Charlie.
He shouldn't drive in his condition.
The national anthem of Uruguay.
Is that my car?
Right, forward and up.
Now, get a bit of go and drop 'em down.
- Hear that? Hear the engine? - Hear the engine.
- Forward and up. - Forward and up.
-Let me hear it! -Forward and up.
Alright, now...
- You feel that? - Yeah, I feel it.
- Now where do I go? - Forward and down.
Forward and down!
Come on, Zacky, let's hear it!
Yeah!
Here I go.
I can feel it!
What? I can't hear you, mate.
- Yeah! - There it is!
Let me hear it again.
- You're up. - I'm up?
You're driving.
But I'm only 12.
Alright, whatever you do, keep your hands on the wheel
and keep it straight. Got it?
Alright, I'm gonna let go of the clutch.
We're gonna do a burnout.
Alright? Give it some gas.
And three...
two...
one...
That's what we call a bunny hop.
Go left. Go left!
Go left!
Damn it!
Hi, Max.
Hey.
There you are.
- Come on, we're going now. - Please, stop.
- Come and meet me. - Come on.
- I'm fine. - What did you think you were doing?
I'm fine!
- Hey, get off me. - Let's have a chat.
Oh, shit.
Shit.
Well, hello.
G'day.
Know who you look like?
Who do I look like?
And I would follow you
to the ends of the earth!
River Swan, right?
It was an absolute classic.
I don't know what you're talking about.
That was, what, decades ago, right, so...
well, either you've had some serious work done, or...
or not.
'Cos I bet you're feeling... pretty good, huh?
Full of beans.
Sexual.
It's OK.
I had one too.
I found it in the weirdest place.
- Fuck off. - Yeah, no worries.
I'll be seeing you soon...
Gwendolyn Reed.
Ray.
It doesn't last.
Hey!
- Oh, hello, Gwendolyn Reed. - Give that back!
I'd follow you to the ends of the earth.
- Give it back! - Come on, then!
Come on!
- Get off her! - Stay back, old man! You're too old for this shit.
Look at it! Look at it!
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