(upbeat music) ♪ (crashing) -These two dared me to do it!

-I remember that!

(Julie) We would not just go out and leave you with anyone.

(Dave) She'd been looking after kids for years.

(Sammy) More like scarring them for life.

(Nathan) Hey, I actually liked her, do you know why?

Because she used to let me put hundreds and thousands -on my ice cream.

-Oh, yeah, because you're a big, fat sack!

Uh, no, it's because I was well-behaved.

-Oh, you were well-behaved.

-Oh, wouldn't you-- yeah, always have to have my little shirts ironed -and my little hair brushed.

-You'd think that after two years with the Rafters, -I'd feel like I belonged.

-My nice little handwriting just perfect.

(laughing) -At least he could write.

-Oh!

-Yes!

-Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry-- (Sammy) But families speak their own private language.

...baby of the family and that's why she spoiled-- -Yeah, he was the baby and... -And sometimes there's only one way to make yourself heard.

My parents left me with a babysitter for two weeks straight once.

They were in Tahiti and I was left at home, so...

I didn't get any ice cream either.

(soft music) -Yeah, my point exactly.

-Oh!

I didn't get any ice cream.

-Mrs. Schmidt was a monster.

-She ate babies.

-Oh, she did not!

-Mom, she was dribbling toddler!

♪ (Nathan) So, this babysitter of yours -is that the same one that-- -Got busted for selling drugs?

-Yup, that's her.

-Right.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I'm--no, I don't know, it's just it was kinda weird -how you just came out with it.

-Oh, I knew I'd made -an idiot of myself.

-No, no, no, -you didn't, you didn't.

-Well, it's just-- it's hard sometimes.

You guys have all got 20-something years of history -that I'm not part of.

-You're part of it now.

This hasn't got anything to do with me not being around -so much lately?

-No, oh, no.

(Nathan) It's just, I really wanna make a go of this job.

(Sammy) I know, which means long hours, I get it.

You have been given this great opportunity and you do have to go for it.

(Nathan) This is your family, too, okay?

You belong, and everybody loves you, believe me.

Maybe not the way I do, because that would be disturbing, but they do, okay?

♪ (Sammy) In here with Nathan, I could believe it.

Out there, eh, I was still always half a step behind.

(Rachel) Sam, can we pick up the pace?

-I'm wearing heels.

-Morning, Rachel.

♪ -Hey, hold up a sec.

-We are in a hurry, I've got no time to chit-chat, sorry.

(Jake) I'm talking to your brother.

-Oh!

-Oh.

Feel like a bit of a knob if you walked in like this.

-Thanks.

-Whoa!

They're paying you a lot of money at this gig!

(Nathan) Gotta look the part and it was on sale.

Oh, how quickly the positions reverse!

(Jake) What positions are they, Rachel?

I wasn't talking to you.

Can we go?

Hey, who's that?

Darling!

I was gonna call from the airport, -but my phone died.

-Mom!

I wasn't expecting you for another week!

(Trish) Oh, well, punish me for wanting to see my daughter.

-Hello.

-Hi.

-Hello, Nathan.

-Welcome home, Trish.

You're traveling light, as per usual.

(Trish) Oh, well, Europe was on sale.

No, no, no, we're just making one stop, then we're going on to my hotel.

Well, your hotel.

You're gonna have to give me lots of complementary facials.

Have we got time for coffee?

(Sammy) Are you seriously going to make the driver wait?

(Trish) Oh, it'll only be 10 minutes, then I can give you a lift!

(Rachel) Well, look, I'm gonna go, but I'll see you guys later.

-Leave you guys to it.

-Bye.

-Bye.

-Lovely shirt, Nathan!

(Sammy) The family I tragically did belong to had just crashed back into our lives.

(Julie) Sorry, we've only got instant left.

(Trish) Oh, that's fine!

I've already had one at the airport.

I've been brought right back to Earth.

-Mom, just-- -Oh!

Sorry, I didn't mean for that to sound rude.

I've been spoiled by Italian cafes.

(Julie) It's fine.

So how was your trip?

You were in Tuscany, weren't you?

We were meant to be.

My friend was celebrating her post-divorce settlement.

I think she's read that dreadful book one too many times.

-Under the Tuscan Sun.

-Oh, I read that!

-It was all right.

-Well, I said, look, let's just mix it up for once.

You know, you're free, I'm free.

Let's do something a little crazy!

Really!

So how was the three-star hotel?

We ended up down in Taormina in Sicily.

-Have you ever been?

-No.

(Trish) God, the amount of time I've spent in that country and I've never been further south than Positano!

(Ted) I feel that way about Bateman's Bay.

(Trish) It was glorious, the beaches, the food, coffee.

Ah, good.

Well, it's great to see you looking so well.

That's exactly how I feel!

I feel really good about what's in front of me.

Which is not a stack of bills, I hope.

(Trish) Look, I don't want to hold you up.

I'd better get going, but I was wondering if you're free for lunch on Sunday, the whole family?

(Julie) Uh, yes.

What did you have in mind?

(Trish) Oh, nothing too fancy, but it's my treat, no arguments.

It's a celebration.

-Of what?

-The future, whatever life chooses to bring our way.

(Sammy) Yep, Mom was back, and not taking no for an answer.

-So Sammy's mom's paying?

-Apparently.

Well, I thought they lost all their money.

(Ted) Hey, I'm just the messenger.

I have no idea.

You know, I might-- I might give this one a miss.

I'm not that much fun at the moment.

(Ted) Look, I've already tried that on your mother and she wouldn't have it.

And I have to be there, so do you.

Look, why don't you just ring her?

Because she's gotta be the one who makes the effort.

Oh, pride's a fine thing.

It's not about pride, Granddad.

It's about both of us wanting the same thing, equals, all or nothing.

(cell phone chiming) Not from Melissa, I take it.

I should just get over it.

She obviously has.

Sometimes it's just not meant to be.

Part of being grown up is knowing when to call it quits.

(jazzy piano music) ♪ -Struth!

-Unbelievable.

(Ben) Where do you reckon they're hiding the Batmobile?

(Dave) When we find Alfred, we'll ask him.

(Sammy) Nathan, hi, yeah, we're just meeting up now, so can you let me know how long you're gonna be?

You sure you can't tell?

What, that you're wearing control tops?

That you look like a string of sausages?

-Oh, I do, don't I?

-No, no.

(Julie) There was always a starve before wearing a dress.

(Rachel) Mom, would you relax?

You look beautiful.

You're not even starting to show yet.

-Hi there!

-Oh!

-Nathan's running late.

-Oh, so you managed -to change your shifts then?

-Just.

(Ben) So, where's your mom been hiding all her cash?

-Hello!

-Hello, Trish!

(Trish) Hi, everyone.

Thanks for coming.

Our table's right down there.

(Julie) Hm, okay!

♪ (Sammy) If there was anywhere Mom belonged, it was hosting lunch.

Gobsmackingly expensive lunch.

(Ted) Hey!

Oh, that's your job, is it?

♪ Oh, no, no, no, not for me, thanks.

Oh, go on, you must!

-Mom.

-Oh, dear, I'm in trouble already.

Are you sure?

It's a treat, it's a celebration.

Look, I'd love to, but I'm-- I'm pregnant.

Really?

Oh, God, no way!

-That's what we all said.

-Oh, Julie, congratulations!

It just goes to show you never know what's around the corner.

And that is the joy of being alive, so I say cheers.

Here's to the new baby and just embracing whatever life brings.

(Ben) Whoa, this steak costs more than a new set of tires.

(Trish) Oh, ignore the prices.

That's what credit cards are for.

Oh, no, Trish, we can't expect you -to pay for all this.

-Nonsense!

Choose whatever you like!

(Ted) Okay, who wants to share an entree?

-Don't go too crazy.

-Oh, don't worry about it.

It all goes on room service.

-Your father will never know.

-Are you sure about that?

(Trish) Well, if you must know, I'm meeting him tomorrow.

The office called while I was in Italy.

Seems like we're finally going to sort out who gets what, and if I'm not in the country, God knows what Chez Suki may grab.

You know, she wasn't there at the very beginning, but you can bet your life she'll be there at the end.

(Sammy) Well, have you got a lawyer working on this?

(Trish) No, no, I'm gonna sit down with your father, and I'm gonna tell him what's what.

Hey, how good does the lamb sound?

Yeah, I'm thinking the lamb or the ocean trout.

(Trish) What about the Wagyu?

Wah-what?

-It's steak.

-This'll be Nathan.

Oh, he's running late.

He said order entrees and he'll be here for mains.

(Trish) Exactly how it started with me and your father.

Oh, lose the look, I'm joking.

(soft music) ♪ (grunting) -Julie?

-Yeah?

-Are you okay?

-Oh, bloody thing, it's ridiculous!

-Do I wanna know?

-Oh, control tops.

Easy to get off, impossible to get back on.

It's like trying to shove a hippo into a sock.

Well, do you need a hand or are you-- All sorted.

Thanks, love, but there are some things one should never have to do for one's mother-in-law.

(sighing) Still don't know what I was thinking.

Oh, well, more room for dessert, I suppose.

(Sammy) Yeah.

(Julie) Listen, are you-- are you all right?

You looked a bit worried out there.

I've seen it all before.

When Mom goes out of her way to convince you that everything's great and-- I don't know, I just really hate it when she makes jokes about Nathan.

Her life is not my life.

(Julie) Oh, that's probably why she makes jokes.

(Sammy) Yeah.

(Julie) Doesn't make it any easier, though, does it?

(cell phone chiming) (piano music) (Ted) Do you want me to see who it is?

Oh, it's probably Carbo, it can wait.

-Hey!

-Oh, hello!

-Sorry I'm late.

-Yeah, your people -were talking to their people.

-It's okay, you're here now, that's the main thing.

Sorry, we're just putting together a major deal -at work at the moment, so-- -Sit down, we'll get you a drink.

Oh, and a top-up for me.

-So glad you're here.

-Mm, everything's going okay?

(Sammy) Yes, as long as we keep the waiter -from filling up Mom's glass.

-Mm.

(mellow music) I'll be right back.

♪ (Ted) First time I've ever seen you do a runner when there's free food involved.

(Ben) Hey, I'm not bailing, I just-- I know the text won't be from Mel, so I'm making myself not look at it.

-I'm pathetic.

-Ben.

There needs to be some kind of pill to make you stop feeling like this, you know, just to wipe out all the memories.

(Ted) A wise person once said to me-- -Nan?

-Of course.

She said the whole reason for going through the bad times is that you'll well and truly appreciate the good times when they come along.

And you know what?

There's chocolate soufflé on the menu, and that's gotta come down on the good side.

Yeah, maybe.

So I should really just check and make sure this isn't from work, right?

(Ted) I'll leave you to it.

I'll see you back in there.

♪ No way.

-Oh, come on, Ben.

-It's from Mel!

The message is from Mel.

I've just been ignoring it the whole time and it's from Mel!

-Well, what'd she say?

-I've gotta go.

(Sammy) Ben had been lost without Melissa, half of a whole.

Now maybe she was back.

(soft music) ♪ You were right.

You were always the one making the effort, and I was just...

I don't ever want to be just friends with you.

So...

So?

Can we start again?

(calm music) ♪ (Sammy) And now they belonged together.

♪ (mellow music) ♪ Thanks for being there.

(Nathan) Wow, that was a whole new definition to the word "nightcap."

Did you see the price on that last bottle?

-Did you see it?

-I know the price of that place, Nathan, believe me.

Well, at least she's going to pass out in style.

Are you okay?

She's starting to lose it.

She just had too much to drink.

(Sammy) She's borderline delusional, Nathan.

Spending money she doesn't have?

Maybe I should've stayed with her tonight.

(Nathan) No, she will sleep it off, she'll be fine.

You didn't hear her talking about this meeting with Dad tomorrow.

It's like she honestly believes he's gonna give her this massive settlement.

(Nathan) He has been generous in the past.

(Sammy) Yeah, but this is now.

That's what she's not getting.

There's no endless supply of money anymore.

Things have changed.

(fizzing) (TV noises) Ah, you know the great thing about being pregnant is you can be really smug about other people's hangovers.

(Rachel) Oh, yeah, at least I can do up my zipper without the benefit of elastic undies.

Ooh, below the belt!

-Literally.

-Well, you just wait till you're eating for two.

You'll have to look after your own little jelly bean.

Yeah, that would make you my little jelly bean's granny.

Yeah?

(Sammy) Hey.

-Morning.

-Hey, are you taking a sickie?

(Sammy) More like a mental health day.

Not mine, my mother's.

I think she'll need me on hand when she speaks to Dad.

If I've got a hangover, imagine how she feels.

-Sorry, no offense.

-None taken.

She did put it away last night, that's for sure.

(Julie) Oh, can you thank her again for us?

That was an amazing meal.

Oh, yeah, I will.

Or maybe I will thank Dad, as he's the one that's bankrolling her.

God knows how.

One of our offshore accounts, probably Switzerland!

Yep, there it was again, that weird sense of not quite belonging.

(Julie) Well, uh, give our regards to Tony, too.

Yeah, I will.

(Rachel) Right, I've gotta go.

Are you coming with me, Nathan?

(Nathan) Uh, no, I'm gonna stick around and have some brekkie.

(Rachel) Okay.

See you later.

Hey, bye, Sam.

-Good luck.

-Anyone with half a brain could see Jake and Rachel belong together.

-Morning.

-Except maybe Rachel.

(Jake) What, not even a "g'day"?

-That's harsh.

-I can't deal with this, -not today.

-So we're just gonna ignore it, is that how we're gonna deal with this?

(Rachel) I'm sorry, did somebody say something?

(Jake) Oh, very mature.

Rachel, come on.

I mean, admit it, we had a great time!

All those amazing games of noughts and crosses.

(Rachel) Yes, and I'm as surprised by that as you are.

Who said I'm surprised?

-I'm walking away now.

-Okay.

-I'm ignoring you.

-Fine.

(Rachel) See how good I am at ignoring you?

-Yep.

-Yeah, and just for the record, it will never happen again, okay?

It was temporary insanity, that's all it was.

(Jake) Is this you ignoring me?

(chuckling) (Melissa) So, I'm thinking there hasn't been a whole lot of shopping going on while I've been gone.

The cupboards are as bare as the (indistinct).

Oh, lucky I came back!

Because you two would've died of malnutrition.

I've been dying of Mel-nutrition!

Aw, I even missed your lame jokes.

(Carbo) Hey, Benno, what's for brekkie?

Oh, I don't believe it.

-Surprise!

-You two-- -Yes.

-Yes!

(laughing) (Melissa) I take it that means you are happy to see me!

(Carbo) Are you kidding me?

Do you know how much of a wussy crybaby he's been?

(Ben) Easy on the wussy.

-And do you know the best part?

-Uh, I'm gonna go -and do some shopping?

-How good is she?

(Ben) I tell you what, are we happy to see her?

(Carbo) Absolutely, three people sharing the bills.

(tongues rolling) (exclaiming) (Carbo) Never, ever leave us again.

(Melissa) Oh, I don't intend to.

Oh, Carbo, you just touched my breast.

(Carbo) Yeah, I know!

(Ben) You've got your hand on my ass.

(Carbo) Yep!

(Trish) I haven't got lipstick on my teeth, do I?

-No, you're fine.

-And I don't look like I've spent all morning getting ready?

-And yes, I know I did.

-Mom, take a deep breath, stick to your guns, and you'll be fine.

If he wants a reconciliation, I'm not sure what I'm gonna say.

You don't think that's what today's about, do you?

(Trish) Oh, I don't know.

Wouldn't be the first time I've brought this marriage back -from the brink.

-Uh, Mom, I don't know -if this is-- -Oh, my God, I don't believe it.

Allison!

Nerida.

So good to see you both, it's been ages!

-You're looking fabulous.

-Thank you.

(Sammy) Once again, Mom was right back in her element.

(Trish) Obviously, before I disappeared to Europe, maybe that fundraiser at the Pullmans'.

You remember Sammy, of course.

-Hi.

-Hi.

We are so sorry to hear about all of the unpleasantness.

(Trish) Oh, it'll blow over.

Actually, I'm supposed to be meeting him.

-Tony?

Here?

-Yeah!

Are we early?

They did say half past.

-Yeah.

-Mrs. Westaway?

-Yes.

-Simon Radic.

-Yes?

-I represent your husband.

Mr. Westaway can't make the appointment.

I'm sorry, he's traveling.

-Traveling?

-Yeah, I'm his legal representative.

Could we move somewhere a little more private?

(Simon) By all means.

(Sammy) Are you sure this is the right place?

(Trish) Yes, I want to hear this, the little snake.

(soft music) ♪ Mr. Westaway is very concerned about your recent pattern of spending.

(Sammy) And what does that have to do with you?

-It's her money.

-Mr. Westaway and the liquidators of his company holdings disagree with you.

(Trish) There's unencumbered money there.

Tony and I talked about this.

By my calculations, you've already exceeded the agreed three-month allowance by somewhere in the region of $12,000.

May I have your credit cards, please?

(Sammy) Do we really have to do this here?

(Simon) Those are my instructions.

I'm not standing for this.

Legal action will be taken for the recovery of the excess if you don't surrender the cards now.

You would, of course, also be liable -for any court costs.

-This is wrong.

-This is bullying!

-I'm not the one who got us into this mess.

You do understand that, don't you?

-Mom.

-All I want is what I'm owed.

I'm not walking away from 25 years of marriage -with nothing.

-Your husband is filing for bankruptcy.

(Trish) Yes, that's right.

Poor as a church mouse.

There's no money hidden anywhere, nothing ever went offshore, nothing ever went into someone else's name.

Your credit cards, please, Mrs. Westaway.

Mom, don't.

(solemn music) No.

♪ I'm gonna need somewhere to live.

Well, my client no longer sees that as his concern.

In fact, he asked me to express his disappointment that you didn't use the allowance -to establish yourself.

-Did he also ask you to humiliate my mother in public?

In the interest of clarity, I must inform you that your husband's estate is now frozen.

No further funds will be forthcoming.

You'll need to rely on your own sources of income.

There are no sources of income.

Then you might like to seek some financial advice or, as your husband asked me to suggest, some career advice.

♪ -Mom.

-Mrs. Westaway.

Your father also asked me to assure you that the door is still open to any discussion about your own financial circumstances.

♪ -Oh, thank God!

-I'll say.

You know how much of a wussy he's been?

(Melissa) Well, so everyone's been saying!

(Ben) Hey, enough, enough of the wuss already.

I wasn't that bad.

(guffawing) (Ben) Okay, all right.

Well, that's fantastic news, for both of you.

-Thank you.

-♪ They're getting married ♪ -What?

-Bonnie, said she heard wedding bells.

(Ben) Hey, what are you two talking about?

-Nothing!

-Bonnie, the psychic bagel lady.

-Do I even wanna know?

-What?

(Julie) Yeah, you'll know when it happens.

(Dave) No, you don't want to know, just ignore us.

(Julie) Oh, Sammy!

(Sammy) Um, I'm sorry, I just didn't know where else to go.

(Julie) Trish, what's happened?

(Trish) There are--there are more bags in the car.

(Dave) Oh, well, I'll get those.

(Ben) I'll give you a hand with that.

Sorry, Trish.

(Trish) I'm so sorry to have to impose on you like this.

(Julie) No, no, no, that's fine!

What's going on?

(Sammy) Dad cut up all her credit cards and we had to check out of the hotels.

(Trish) If Sammy hadn't put the bill on her card, they were calling the police.

(Sammy) Look, we're gonna call around to friends and find her a place, we just need somewhere for her to stay tonight.

(Julie) No, of course, that's fine.

(soft music) ♪ (knocking) Trish, um, Sammy's just getting some towels.

I thought you might like to have a bath.

♪ I know it's not the answer to everything, but it always makes me feel better when I'm feeling stressed.

♪ I don't know what I'm going to do.

♪ I don't have any money.

♪ Can't even afford bus fare.

Just as well, I hate the bus.

God, Julie.

Do you know how lucky you are?

Bet you never thought you'd hear me say that, did you?

Never in a million years.

Sammy's brought you to the right place, then.

♪ (popping) (Sammy) Uh, Mom, I don't think we need another night of champagne.

(Trish) You don't have to have any if you don't want to!

It's the closest thing I can afford to therapy.

Rachel, you're having some.

Oh, I--okay I guess I am.

-Cheers!

-Cheers.

Mm, you know, I don't think I've ever filled out a deposit slip in my life.

At the bank, you know, when you put the money in.

Not that I'm gonna have to worry about that in the near future, but I was thinking about it.

Mm!

My father always did it.

He took care of the banking for me, for my mother.

You know, we were women after all.

And then there was Tony.

He just did it.

He just took care of everything.

-Oh!

-Ooh!

-I'm sorry!

-No, no, no, Trish, -it's fine.

-No, no, I'll clean it up.

Dave, I said I would do it!

You see?

You see, I'm useless!

I can't do anything, not a thing!

I mean, God help me if I ever have $20 to my name.

What would I do with it?

How would I ever put it in the bank?

It's a stupid little piece of paper and I don't even know what to write on it!

(sobbing) (Sammy) Come on.

(somber music) ♪ -I missed this.

-Doner kebabs?

(Melissa) Doing things with you.

Up to and including doner kebabs.

(dog barking) Ooh, sorry.

Ooh!

Looks like we've got a stalker!

(Ben) Who do you belong to, eh?

(Melissa) Hey.

There's a collar, but no name tag.

(Ben) Someone should slip this dog a breath mint.

Hey.

Hey!

(Melissa) Yeah?

Who's your owner, mate?

(Ben) Unless it's Scooby-Doo, it can't understand you.

Well, maybe he's nearby.

-Mm.

-What are you doing?

(Ben) If there's no meat to eat, he might head home.

(Melissa) That was--that was the best bit!

(Ben) I know.

(groaning) (soft music) ♪ (dog barking) (Melissa) Okay, boy, it is time to go home.

(Ben) Hey, unless you've got a can opener and a microwave, there's nothing in there for you.

(Jake) Try speaking dog, that might help.

(Ben) Yeah, I already told her that.

-Hey, Melissa, this is Jake.

-The famous Melissa, the one you've been pining about-- (Ben) Yep, that's the one, leave it.

(Melissa) He must've been dumped, that's why he's so hungry.

(Ben) Or he's a dog, he smells food, and he goes for it.

I think I've just described myself.

(Jake) You and me both.

So what am I bringing tonight?

(Ben) Uh, just some beers or whatever you want to drink.

We've got the rest covered.

Um, hello?

We have a dog crisis here.

(Jake) Yeah, and if you make us watch the Bledisloe without a drink we're gonna have a bigger one.

(laughing) -Right.

-Yes, the dog.

Right.

Hey.

Who's this?

We've picked up a stray.

You're not the only ones.

(mellow music) Mom.

♪ (knocking) Hi.

Um, Trish, I just wanted to say, if you want to stay in my room tonight, -it's fine.

-Oh, Rachel, no, -you don't have to.

-No, really.

I'm sure I'll fit on the couch a lot better than you and Nathan will.

-Thank you.

-I'm so embarrassed.

What must you all think of me?

Oh, that you're a terrible person.

Don't worry about it, join the club.

(Sammy) Well, come on.

Let's move you next door so you can get some sleep.

You'll feel better in the morning.

(Sammy) Okay, she's sleeping.

There's pharmaceutical help involved, I'm sure, but whatever does the trick, I guess.

-She'll be okay.

-Yeah.

(Rachel) Okay, I'm gonna head next door.

(Julie) Oh, no, I'm making chicken and potato salad!

(Rachel) Oh, keep me some!

They're watching the Bledisloe.

They'll probably have some chips and dip there.

(Sammy) Actually choosing to watch the rugby.

Ugh, we really are chasing you out of your own home.

No, Sammy, you don't understand.

The All Blacks are playing.

Go on, say it, Dad.

Un-Australian, that's what it is.

They're just much better looking.

Un-Australian.

-Bye!

-Buh-bye!

(laughing) -It's not funny, Jules.

-I'm just wondering if she knows that Jake's over there.

Hello!

Hello!

What are you doing here?

Hey, what's your name?

Rachel, hi!

Come on in!

Not you, puppy, no, no, no, you stay.

Stay, stay.

-Friend of yours?

-A stray.

(Rachel) Oh, all right.

Oh, but he's so cute!

Can't he come in and watch the game with us?

No, Carbo's put his foot down.

Ah-ah-ah!

Stay here, puppy.

-Stay.

-Stay.

(Melissa) Good dog, good dog.

-Hey!

-Hey, hurry up!

Game's about to start.

What are you doing here?

Watching the game they play in heaven.

Don't let me scare you off.

No, that would mean I'd have to acknowledge your presence.

-Sit down, Rachel!

-Ah!

-Sorry, sorry.

-Come on.

(indistinct singing on TV) (Jake) Didn't pick you as a rugby fan.

(Rachel) Why would you?

It's not like you know the first thing about me.

-I know some things.

-Would you two shut up?

-Everybody!

-♪ Waltzing Matilda ♪ (in unison) ♪ Waltzing Matilda ♪ (Jake) Where's your sense of patriotism?

-Join in!

-Uh, it's about a sheep rustler who would rather drown himself than be arrested.

-Oh, just shut up and sing.

-♪ Waltzing Matilda with me ♪ (Jake) Now, I don't know how it is in the net ball, but in the rugby, this is the bit where we get excited!

(cheering) (Rachel) Yeah!

Go, All Blacks!

-Come on, New Zealand!

-No, no, that's the wrong team.

(cheering) (Ben) She goes for the All Blacks.

-She what?

-She does it to stir us up.

Don't give her the reaction she's looking for.

(Carbo) What do you wanna be?

-I wanna Wallaby!

-Go Kiwis, come on!

(Jake) Come on, Aussie, go, you good thing!

(indistinct commentary) (Dave) Come on, Aussie, go, you good thing!

-Dave, Dave, Dave.

-What?

-Trish is asleep.

-Oh, sorry.

-Go, you good things.

-No, it's okay.

I'm pretty sure she's knocked out for the night, so make as much noise as you like.

(Julie) Why don't you come and sit with us then?

-Yeah, cheese doodle?

-Actually, no, I think I'm gonna pass on the game, but thanks, though.

(Ted) Hey, hey, hey!

-Go, the mighty Wallabies!

-Dad!

-What?

-Trish.

Sorry.

(Dave) Oh, bloody hell.

(Ted) Useless, absolutely useless.

-Dave!

-We're playing New Zealand!

(Julie) Well, there's no need to make such a big song and dance about it, is there?

(indistinct commentary) (Rachel) Drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it, yes!

Knock-on!

Oh, and the Aussies snatch defeat from the jaws of victory once again!

-Yeah, the game's not over yet.

-Mm, 16 points to 10.

-Ho-ho!

-Oh, offside, offside!

Oh, swear to God, this ref is blind.

-Do you even know the rules?

-Oh, just because I don't go -for your team.

-Our team, Rachel, -Australia, our team.

-Ah, but the All Blacks are just so much better looking.

(Jake) Oh.

(grumbling) (Rachel) Oh, go.

Go, go, go, go, go.

-Go!

-He's gonna take it down.

-Oh!

-Yes!

-They're better looking?

-Yeah, hello?

(Jake) That's all that counts with you, isn't it?

(Rachel) Mm.

Get off him!

(Jake) Sex, that's all it's about.

That's all it comes down to.

(Rachel) Yes!

Yes!

Yes!

Yeah!

(Nathan) That's Rachel.

The All Blacks must be winning.

You sure you're okay?

(Sammy) Why am I the one that has to sort out my parents' lives?

Why can't they just do it for themselves?

Oh, I know that's selfish, but aren't they the ones that are supposed to be supporting me?

At least until they're really old and drooly.

(Nathan) Your mom's a survivor, Sam, she'll sort herself out.

(Sammy) I keep thinking that's gotta be true, but I don't know, somehow I think it's up to me.

(Nathan) And me.

-Poor Mom.

-Hm?

(Sammy) She might never have this again.

-What?

-This.

(Nathan) Oh.

(Sammy) I really feel for her, Nathan.

It's awful.

(laughing) (Nathan) Definitely Rachel.

Guess we lost.

(singing) All right, Rachel, we know!

-You won, we lost.

-Yes, but by how many points, Benny Boy?

Huh, how many?

Go on, just say it, just say it.

Come on, say it, say it.

-Leave it, Rach!

-Get rid of her!

(Rachel) Hm, you've gone awfully quiet.

Nothing to say?

-That's a turn up.

-Not saying a word.

(Rachel) Oh, how about I say one for you then?

No, actually, I'll say two words.

Bad loser.

-See ya, mate, thank you.

-Sorry about her, she's my sister, and Mom says that I can't kill her.

(Rachel) Yeah, actually, three words.

Very bad loser.

-Go home now.

-Okay, okay.

Yeah, fine, sorry.

And hey, don't worry about the humiliating defeat.

I mean, I'm sure there's always next game.

-Go!

-Rachel, just get out!

Ooh!

(calm music) ♪ (dog barking) Hey!

Hey!

Hey, ooh!

Down, boy, down.

Good boy.

Can't believe they're gonna make you sleep out here the rest of the night!

Aww.

Go on, do the hop of shame, Wallaby.

Oh, please.

You're not talking to me because of a rugby game?

That's a little bit immature, don't you think?

Were you even in there?

Were you listening to yourself?

(Rachel) Yeah, I got into it, I made some noise.

Sometimes that happens.

Oh, don't even try to make that into some sort of innuendo.

-What?

-Oh, you know what you were-- I can't believe you don't even go for your own team.

-I told you that is because-- -Yeah, it's the perv factor, I get it.

(Rachel) Hey, down boy!

Down!

What, me or the dog?

Oh, that is really hilarious.

Yeah, that's really funny.

-Goodnight.

-Night.

(soft rock music) ♪ (male singer) ♪ I get the feeling everyone's feeling the same ♪ ♪ You lean in close and you whisper my name ♪ ♪ You're whispering, you're whispering ♪ (female singer) ♪ Life is but a dream ♪ (male singer) ♪ And you are so beautiful, you make me wanna scream ♪ ♪ Birds and bees and songs like these ♪ ♪ 'Cause we want what we want ♪ -♪ And it's natural, baby ♪ -No.

♪ (mellow music) ♪ (Carbo) Hey, worked up a sweat!

(Sammy) Hey, boy!

Haven't seen you before!

(Carbo) Yeah, followed Ben and Melissa home.

Posters up everywhere.

-Nothing so far.

-So it's lost?

Aw, poor thing.

What if its owners don't want it?

Not my problem.

Nowhere to go, huh?

(dog panting) That wasn't going to be Mom.

We were going to find her somewhere.

♪ (groaning) Oh, I'm so sorry!

I didn't mean to wake you, I'm just making a coffee for Mom.

-Oh, my God.

-And I promise to pay -for all chiropractic bills.

-Huh?

(Sammy) The couch, it's killer for your back.

(Rachel) Oh, yeah, right.

-Do you want a coffee?

-No, thank you.

(Sammy) Hey, oh.

-How did this get in there?

-What?

Oh, um, nothing, I just over-celebrated a bit last night, that's all.

(Sammy) Oh, yes, the rugby!

You're right, you know.

The All Blacks are way hotter.

And don't worry, you won't be sleeping on that couch for much longer, I promise.

I'm gonna go and sort Mom out, starting with a caffeine fix.

(knocking) Mom.

(soft music) ♪ Mom?

It's time to get up.

Come on.

I made you a coffee.

♪ Look, I've gotta go to work, but if you call around now, I can drop you.

I'm tired.

Come on, get up.

(Trish) Sammy, I can't go out there, I can't face them.

(Sammy) You have to, Mom.

You can't stay here.

♪ Yeah, I'm sorry, I just need one more day to get things sorted.

Yeah, oh, that's great, thanks!

I will.

-Oh, I hate doing that.

-Oh, hey!

The amount of overtime you do for them-- Yeah, I know.

Uh, look, thank you so much for letting her stay here.

Would you stop being so grateful?

We're not used to it from our children, we don't expect it from you.

(Dave) Yeah, we love being taken for granted.

We don't feel like real parents otherwise.

All right, I'll stop.

Right, well, I'm gonna take a shower.

I can't imagine what that must be like to all of a sudden have nothing and to have to start again.

(Trish) I'm looking on it as a challenge.

You know, new broom and all that.

(Julie) Trish, hi.

How'd you sleep?

Like a baby.

-You want some breakfast?

-Oh, that'd be lovely!

I wanted to say sorry that you had to witness that terrible scene last night.

You know, so operatic, so unnecessary.

-No apology needed.

-Everyone has their tough times.

I've lost my charger, and I was wondering if I could make a few phone calls -and I'll be out of your hair.

-Sure.

Oh!

Oh, the wedding, of course.

No, no, no, no, Nerida, I completely understand.

Yeah, okay, thanks.

Bye!

Belinda.

Trish Westaway.

All right, well, have a great time.

Yeah, maybe I'll do just that.

Yeah, okay, thanks.

Oh, great!

(Sammy) If there's one thing I've learned from the Rafters, it's family comes first, and Mom was my family.

She belonged to me.

Mr. Radic?

Sammy Rafter.

(mellow music) -Miss Westaway.

-It's Mrs. Rafter.

-Coffee?

-No, this won't take long.

I, um, have a message for your client.

Your father?

Oh, well, seeing as he's too gutless to return my calls, let's just call him your client.

You listening?

-Should I be taking notes?

-No, you'll get the gist.

I want my father to think about a few things.

I want him to think of my mother as a person and not just some bad debt that he has to write off and then walk away from.

If this is personal, I'm sorry-- (Sammy) Of course this is personal.

This is his wife we're talking about here.

His wife of 25 years.

Those credit cards you cut up?

That was her lifeline, her chance to set herself up.

With Italian shoes and handbags.

(Sammy) It was always shoes and handbags, that was the trade off.

He did this to her.

He never had time for her, so he gave her money to go shopping.

He's created this problem and now he's just walked away?

Unless this regards your own welfare, I'm afraid I can't help you.

-I came here assuming-- -Assuming what?

That I wanted money.

That was your father's understanding.

Oh, so you've spoken to him.

I placed a call.

Well, I don't want a cent from him, not for myself.

But whether he likes it or not, he owes my Mom.

He owes her big time.

(Simon) Mrs. Rafter, perhaps I'm not making myself clear.

There is no money.

Oh, but there's money for me.

Less than you'd imagine.

Whatever there is, give it to Mom.

She's the one that married him, not me.

And if he ever wants to see me again, he'll pay her.

So you can tell him that.

Word for word.

♪ Not like it's gonna change anything.

(Nathan) I bet it made you feel better, though.

(Sammy) Ah, talking to my dad through his lawyer.

That's not normal, Nathan, that's dysfunctional.

It's sad.

When I brought Mom here yesterday, do you know how kind your parents were, Rachel was?

I mean, you've only known me for two years, but you've shown me more genuine love in that time than Dad ever has.

Hm.

-You're my family.

-Yeah!

Yes, of course we are!

(Sammy) And I get it now.

Dad's gone.

His money's gone, my security's gone, but you're my security.

All of you.

(Nathan) Well, then, welcome to the family, Mrs. Rafter.

(cell phone ringing) (grunting) Oh.

♪ Oh, my God.

What?

♪ Dad.

-You arranged this?

-I spoke to his lawyer, said a few things, and obviously some of it got through.

-$50,000, is that it?

-Well, it's better than nothing.

(Trish) Yes.

Yes, you're right, of course.

I mean, it's a windfall, Sammy, a lottery win, I had nothing.

-Thank you.

-Ah.

But you have to make it last.

(Trish) Well, we can celebrate first, can't we?

-Celebrate?

-Julie, it's a miracle.

Who would've thought Tony still had a heart?

-Oh, why, what's happened?

-He's agreed to a settlement.

-A small settlement, Trish.

-That's wonderful!

(Trish) It is wonderful, and we are going to celebrate!

-Dinner, my treat.

-Whoa, Mom.

You're not getting it.

-You're on a budget now.

-Oh, we'll celebrate first, -budget later.

-No!

This is it!

Fifty thousand and that's it.

No more money from Dad.

Ever.

-Darling, I know that.

-Do you?

You still have to get a job, find a place to live, and this money is to get you back on your feet.

You have to make it last.

Well, we could still celebrate with sausages!

What the hell, I'll throw in the chops as well.

(Trish) Oh, Julie, that'd be lovely.

Now, can I help in any way?

(Sammy) We all belong somewhere.

Exactly where is sometimes the question.

-Sorry.

-Watch it!

-Sorry!

-You did that on purpose!

-I did not!

-Right.

(splashing) (dog barking) (screaming) -In the face!

-Come here!

(Ted) Friendly little mutt, isn't he?

(Melissa) Oh, obviously not friendly enough.

No calls from any owners yet.

(Ted) I was talking about Ben.

(Ben) Oh, thanks.

(Melissa) Aw, don't worry, puppy, you've got a home here for as long as you need it.

(Carbo) What was that?

(Ben) Hey, Carbo, shh.

-What?

-The dog.

-So?

-He can sense your body language and your tone.

I know what's going on here.

-Compassion?

-Kindness?

Nesting.

(Carbo) Exactly, thank you, Ted!

That's what's going on here.

You guys are back together.

Before we know it, dog gets a name, the dog's ours!

-Carbo.

-The dog's not ours and the dog goes, okay?

The owner can pick him up from the pound.

(Melissa) There are three of us living in the house now.

I say we put it to a vote.

(Ben) Ah-ha!

All those in favor of the dog staying until the owner turns up?

(Carbo) That's not fair, you can't do that.

-Democracy in action.

-Don't talk to me about democracy.

Do you know who invented democracy?

-The Greeks.

-The Greeks!

(Melissa) Exactly, so let's put it to a vote.

(tongues rolling) (exclaiming) ♪ (Trish) No, Dave, you're not listening.

(Sammy) Mom was adjusting to her new circumstances.

Ooh, putting her to work, I see!

(Trish) Got to earn my keep somehow.

(Dave) Yeah, I've just found out the difference between a dessert spoon and a soup spoon!

(Trish) See?

Not useless at all?

And I'm coming to grips with our brand new coffee machine.

-Mom.

-Oh, relax!

It won't break the bank, and it's the least I can do.

Everyone's been so generous.

Well, we bought some Australian sparkling, -one bottle.

-Oh, a concession to my extravagant tastes.

(Nathan) No, it's just a little something to help you celebrate scoring 50 grand.

Yeah, and learning to live on a budget!

(Trish) Ah, thank you.

(Sammy) Hey, so how did the ring around go?

-Any takers?

-No, not brilliantly.

"The bathroom's being renovated," "The guest wing's being fumigated," "We're going overseas tomorrow," and a flat-out, "No."

-Oh, I'm sorry, Mom.

-Yeah.

Do you think the fact that I can't pick up the tab for lunch anymore might have something to do with it?

Oh, none whatsoever, I'm sure.

Well, um, let's find you a cheap hotel, and I'm just gonna jump online and see what-- (Julie) Oh, Sammy, there's no rush.

Well, that is unless you, uh, want your space.

(Dave) Uh, yeah, I was about to offer the same thing.

We can't put you out on the street.

Just stay here till you get yourself sorted.

(Trish) Oh.

I don't know what to say.

Thank you!

(Sammy) And just like that, I knew that I belonged.

My family was their family.

We fitted.

(bright music) I just hope they don't live to regret the offer.

(Julie) Ooh.

(upbeat music) ♪