* Captions by Faith Hamblyn. Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Copyright Able 2019. (INDISTINCT CHATTER) (BAND TUNES UP) Check. Check. One, two. (BAND TUNES UP) (KEYBOARDIST PLAYS TINKLY TUNE) (TINKLY MUSIC CONTINUES) How well do you know your parents? Before tonight, I thought I knew mine. But... I was wrong. This is my dad. You'd better go. Holding my hand, he told me stories he'd never told anyone. It's easy to forget your parents were once young, crazy things. And I wonder if Mum realised... how little she knew him. Maisie. Come on. Get out of here. (CHUCKLES) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (BAND PLAYS ROCK MUSIC AUDIENCE CHEERS, WHISTLES, APPLAUDS) My name is Maisie. And this my parents' story. One, two and three and four! (BAND PLAY ELECTRO-POP MUSIC) (AUDIENCE CHEERS) (PLAYS LONG NOTE) # It's a quarter after 9. # I'm at the front of the line. # I've had a little wine. I'm tipsy. # But I'm gonna get it. # I'm on a juice cleanse diet. # It's only my second night. # I think I can combine it with vodka. # Vodka. I think they let you do that, do that. # Anyway, I'm gonna try it, try it. # Cos that's the way my night's going. - # I try to call you. - # Call you. - # You just ignore me. - # Ignore me. # I thought that we were friends, but... - # Friends, but... - # I guess not any more, then. - # More, then. - # Or maybe I remind you... - # Mind you. # Of something you're afraid of. - # Afraid of. - # Or maybe I'm not useful. - # Useful. - # Cos I can't make you famous. - # Famous. BOTH: # What the hell? (CROWD CHEERS) # And I'm out on the town. # I'm tripping like a clown, one that keeps falling... # (ETHEREAL MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (STEADY DRUM BEAT) (BASS GUITAR LINE) (ROCK MUSIC INTENSIFIES) - # Ya,... - (CHEERING) - # ...ya, ya, ya, ya,... - (CHEERING, LAUGHTER) - # ya, ya, ya, ya. # - Oi, you gutless little shits! - It's only beer, Uncle. - Bullshit, it is. Put 'em back! - (ALL LAUGH, WHOOP) - # Ya, # ya, ya, ya, ya,... - Come here! - # ya, ya, # ya, ya, ya. # Drink yourself # more bliss. # Forget about the last one - get yourself another. - Get out of it! - (CAR HORN HONKS) # Drink... - Get out of here! - # ...yourself more bliss. # Have a stiff one all night. Everything is all right. (ROCK MUSIC CONTINUES) # Try... # and reach the bar. # Coppers took the car. # Offers from the sidewalk. (BEEPS CAR HORN) # Ya, ya, ya, ya. # Drink... # yourself more bliss. # Forget about the last one - get yourself another. # Ya,... # ya, ya, ya, ya, - # ya, ya, ya, ya. # Oh! - (TYRES SCREECH) (THUNDER RUMBLES) (PANTS) Hey! - Hey! - (THUNDER RUMBLES) What do you think you're doing? Feeding the ducks. Really? Just cos you can't see them doesn't mean they're not there. (TINKLY MUSIC) (SNIFFLES) You can go now. (THUNDER RUMBLES) (THUNDER RUMBLES) (RAIN PATTERS) Do you want a ride? Well, what other options have you got? Come on. Come on. (SIGHS) (SNIFFLES) (SIGHS) - (CAR DOOR CLOSES) - (SIGHS) (GRUNTS) - (SIGHS) - WHISPERS: Thanks Where to? - Rangiatea. - Where's that? It's just past Otorohanga. Otorohanga? That's, like, an hour away. - I can't take you that far, eh? - It's OK. No, no. I'm, uh... - (BREATHES HEAVILY) - Hey. Hey. Fuck it. (TINKLY MUSIC) (SIGHS) (ETHEREAL MUSIC) # I know it's late now. # I know I ought to go. # Ride in your car now, # but please don't drop me home. # My head's so heavy. # Could this be all a dream? # Promise me maybes # and say things you don't mean. # Let rain fall from # concrete-coloured skies. # No, boy, don't speak now - # you just drive. # Drive, # drive, speed me through. # Make me feel alive, # alive # when I ride with you. # Let rain fall from # concrete-coloured skies. # No, boy, don't speak now - - Keith! - # ...you just... Keith! # ...drive. # - Hey. - Mm? This is your house, right? (YAWNS) Yeah. Gosh, that was quick. Yeah. It was. - OK? - OK. - There we go. - Oh Lord. Is she all right? - Yeah. She's fine. - Hey, Mum. (SIGHS) She's drunk. - Get that boy out of here. - Ow. She was just on the side of the road there. I think her friends must have ditched her. You've woken the whole bloody house up, mate. - She's had a bit much to drink. - Stand up! Yeah. (LAUGHS) That's obvious, isn't it? (GROANS, WHIMPERS) (WHIMPERS) - (GRUNTS) - Thanks for looking after her. - Oh, no worries. - Come out when you're sober. (GASPS) (EILEEN YELLS INDISTINCTLY) - # She's a mod. - # She's a mod. # She's a mod. ALL: # She's a mod, she's a mod, she's a mod, yeah, yeah, yeah. # She's a mod, she's a mod, yeah, yeah. # She's a mod. She's a mod. She won't change any more. # Girl, now, listen to me. # Well, I've got something to say. # Well, if you chop and change any more, # I won't have the money to pay. # Fellas, she was once a drag. # And then the black leather caught her eye. # Oh, after being a rocker for a week, # She's a mod, and I wonder why. - Hello? Hello. Hello. Excuse me. - Um, hi! - # She's a mod. She's a mod. - # She's a mod, yeah, yeah. - Hello! (LAUGHS) - Hey. - Hi. Dad told me you worked here. (CHUCKLES) Mm. Um, are you planning on buying something? (SIGHS) - Yeah. - Do you want a hand? - Nah. - You got anything in mind? - Beatles? - Beatles. You might wanna check out the B' section, then. (SIGHS) Uh, your folks weren't too angry? Nah, they're fine... - now. (LAUGHS) - (CHUCKLES) I suppose I should say thank you. - (GIRLS CHATTER, GIGGLE) - I suppose you should. - There he is. Oh my. Hello. - I live in town now,... here. So, are you gonna ask me out or...? - (GIRLS CHATTER, GIGGLE) - How embarrassing! - Hey. Wait, wait, wait, wait. - Who is she? Shh! Your mum doesn't like me that much. She doesn't like anyone. You don't get it. She made it pretty clear that I'm not the guy... you bring home for Sunday roast. But you could be. Pick me up at 6 - YWCA. (CLEARS THROAT) (CHUCKLES) Sorry. (GASPS) Ta-da! - Up, up, up! - (GIGGLES) - Ooh. That's very red. - (GIGGLES) Well, he won't notice you if it's not. (LAUGHS) He's late. Maybe he's not coming. Oh, of course he is. Don't act too keen. They won't say much, but they can tell if you're nervous. I'm not nervous. - Make him do all the work. - Oh. (LAUGHS) - Act like you don't care. - (BOTH LAUGH) Rose! Eric's here! OK, Rose. You know what to do. Hey. Do you know what room number Rose is in? Yeah. She's in Room 20. - But I'm in Room 25. - (BOTH LAUGH) Thanks. (GIRLS LAUGH, CHATTER) (SIGHS) (CHUCKLES) What? Am I late or something? Hey! (STEADY ROCK MUSIC) # Come on, girl. Just come round. # Ooh. # I may be crazy, - # but I'm not dumb. - (ALL GASP, GIGGLE) - # Why you looking so down,... - # Ooh. - # when you're so wired? Hey! - # Ooh. - # Why go out into town? - # Ooh. # Ooh. - # Come over to my house. - # Ooh. # Come on, girl. Just come round. # Ooh. # I may be crazy,... - # Ooh. - ...but I'm not dumb. # Ooh. # I may be crazy, - # but I'm not too young. - # Ooh. # (DRUM FILL) (SCARY MUSIC PLAYS) - (SIGHS) - WHISPERS: It's not that bad. - (SIGHS) - (BELL TOLLS) - (CLEARS THROAT) - (WOLF HOWLS) (CHUCKLING) (SCARY MUSIC PLAYS) (SIGHS) (SCARY MUSIC PLAYS) - (CLANG!) - Shit! - Hey! You two! Out! - (LAUGHTER) You know the rules - no swearing. - Sorry. I just... didn't mean- - Out! (CLICKS TONGUE) Do you always get kicked out? (LAUGHS) - That was horrible. - No, no. That was the best thing ever. - Shit! - (SCREAMS) (BOTH LAUGH) - Shit! Argh! - (SQUEALS) No! (BOTH LAUGH) (SPARSE, GENTLE ELECTRONIC MUSIC) # Come on, boy. Just come round. # I may be crazy, but I'm not dumb. # I may be crazy, but # I'm not too # young # to love you. - (GIGGLES) - # I won't be fooled again... - You're not a bad dancer. - Not bad? - You sound surprised. - (BOTH CHUCKLE) Did you think I'd be a shit one? You're not gonna let that go, are you? - Oh shit no. - (LAUGHS) - (LAUGHS) - Got a problem with that, - Popsie? - Popsie? Yeah, like popcorn. - I had to give you something. - (BOTH LAUGH) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (BAND PLAYS RELAXED MUSIC) (CHUCKLES) - I'm gonna use the powder room. - Did you wanna meet my friends? - I'll come find you. Yeah. - You sure? Yep. - OK. - Thanks. # Come on, boy. Just come round. # I may be crazy, but I'm not dumb. Excuse me. - # Why you looking so down? - Do you wanna go dance? Yeah. I'll come find you in a second. Just a moment. # I may be crazy, but I'm not dumb. # I may be crazy, # but I'm not too # young # to love you. # I won't be fooled again. (DRUMS INTENSIFY) # Oh, no, # no. # Oh, no. # Where are you off to? Why were you dancing with that girl? Would have been rude not to. Hey, Rose. Rose. - Rose! - I'm going home, OK? (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (SIGHS) - (INTENSE ROCK MUSIC) - # Then again,... # what's so bad about dying? # Then again, what's so... # bad about dying? # If I ever told you I was not afraid, # I would be lying. # Oh no. # Oh, no, oh, oh, oh. # Dad, why do I suck at swimming? What?! You're doing great. The other kids call me Last Place Lucy. Well, there's plenty of good stuff in fish. Who knows? Maybe it will help you swim like one. (GENTLE MUSIC) Remember, be like a fish. (GENTLE MUSIC) OK, like a fish, right? (HOPEFUL MUSIC) I was five seconds faster today. One day, Dad, I'll be as good as you. (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) Mr Johnson, you ready for your first lesson? (HOPEFUL MUSIC) Remember, be like a fish. * (MOTORCYCLE ENGINE HUMS) (BIRDS CHIRP) (ROCK MUSIC) - Whoo! - (LAUGHS) - Hold on. It's gonna get bumpy. - (LAUGHS) - Oh! (LAUGHS) - Oh! Shh. - (BOTH LAUGH) - Oh shit! - Whoo! - Shit! - Shit! Shit! - (LAUGHS) (CHUCKLES) He just goes and goes and goes, and Mum, it drives her completely crazy. So, what do you do for your family holidays? Well, I just help out my dad. - Cleaning business. - Oh. Yeah. So, when am I gonna meet your dad? (SEAGULL CAWS) (SEAGULL CAWS) Just so you know,... I'm a virgin, and I just wanted to tell you in case you expected anything. What would I expect? - LAUGHS: I don't know. - (CHUCKLES) (GENTLE, MELANCHOLIC MUSIC) Oh, I was gonna wait until I dropped you back, but I'm gonna be going away soon. Going where? England. Europe,... America maybe. # Full fathom five,... I mean, there's so much to see. I'm gonna go through the Panama Canal. # ...someday I'll lie. And I've been planning it for ages. You know, there's these clubs... in London, and... # Singing songs that come... Bands just play music non-stop. # ...from dead men's tongues. How long are you going for? Year or two. # Anchor me. Now, I'm not sure yet. # Anchor me. I've never been anywhere before. And I wanna go, you know, before I end up stuck here. # As the compass turns... Working some shit job. # ...and the glass it falls. Like my dad. # Where the storm clouds roll # and the gulls they call, # anchor me... Are you gonna have a going-away party? Yeah, yeah, family's thinking about it. You should invite me. - Hey. - Nah, just stay. # Anchor me # in the middle of your deep blue sea. # Anchor me. # Anchor me # in the middle of your deep blue sea. # Anchor me. # Anchor me. # Where the banshees cry # and the bells, they sound, # when you lift me high, # when you pull me down, # when you pull me down, # when you pull me down. - # Anchor me... - (CHEERING, LAUGHTER) # ...in the middle of your deep blue sea. - I'd like to make a speech. - # Anchor me... We don't know where he's going, but it won't be far enough for me and Isabel (!) That's all I can say. No, no, no, no. No, look, seriously, we're actually surprised that he's actually gonna go anywhere. - Never a very good traveller- - # Anchor me. ...when he was a kid. In the back, crying, being miserable. # Anchor me... in the middle of your deep blue sea. Don't get sick, like you did on Waikaremoana, when you threw up all over your mother, poor thing. - # Anchor me. - It wasn't so bad. - But today we say goodbye. - # Anchor me. Sayonara. - # Anchor me. # - Here's to Eric. Bon voyage, boy. - Bon voyage. - (CHEERING) (APPLAUSE) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (LAUGHS) (ICE CLINKS) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) - You all right? - Fine. It's fine. I'll just top up my lemonade. - Have another drink! - She's pretty, that one, eh? (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (ETHEREAL MUSIC CONTINUES) (EXHALES LIGHTLY) (PAPERS RUSTLE) (HANDBAG CLICKS) - (CLATTERING) - Shh! Stop. Stop. (GRUNTS) (GENTLE, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (BOTH BREATHE HEAVILY) (GASPS) Hey. Hey, she's in a hurry. Forget about her, mate. You're out of here Tuesday. - I'll see you in there. - Righto. (SHIP HORN BLARES) (CHEERING) - Hey, Mum! Mum! - Oh, look. There he is! - There he is! - You guys look after Mum, OK? - What? - I will write! I'll write lots! ALL: Bye! Bye! (FUN ROCK MUSIC) # I look at the sunrise. # I look at it burn. # I look into your eyes . # I don't know where to turn. # I'm gonna drift into that void. # I'm flying through space. I'm an asteroid. # Time doesn't take place when you're paranoid. # Thinking about you and nothing else. # (BAGPIPES PLAY) (PLAYS BADLY) (SIGHS) - Stuart. - Eric. Think I'm getting the hang of this. (MUSIC CONTINUES) (BAGPIPES SQUAWK) 'Dear... Rose.' - Letter for Rose. - (GIRLS SQUEAL) ERIC: Popsie. I hope you don't mind that I wrote to you. (LAUGHS) 'They put me in a cabin with a bloke with bagpipes. - 'His name's Stuart.' - Oh Jesus. 'And Stuart likes to practise most days.' Coming out tonight? Nah, I think I'm gonna stay in tonight, Stuart. We'll miss you. Bless, oh Lord, this food to our use. 'Thanks for your photo. Nice to know someone's thinking of me.' # Thinking about you, you think about me. # Thinking about you, I'm counting the beat. - # Thinking about you... - # Ooh. - # ...and thinking about me. - # Ooh. # Thinking about just you and me, # la-da-de-de, there ain't no place I'd rather be. - # La-da-de-da,... - In Jesus' name, Amen. - # ...la-da-de-da,... - Amen. - # la-da-de-da, la-da-de-da. - Help yourselves. ERIC: 'It was good to get your letter, Popsie. 'Didn't think you'd write back, if I'm honest. 'Sorry for calling it a secretary school.' WHISPERS: It's a technical college. ERIC: I'm sure there's a big difference. There is. (CHEERING, INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) Yeah, that brings me back to...! - # La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da. - Come on. - My one and only chance. - # La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da. ERIC: 'Happy New Year, Popsie. 'I hope no boy has anything to do with you tonight, 'but I hope you enjoy yourself.' (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS, LAUGHTER) - I'm blushing. (LAUGHS) - (LAUGHS) Oh, ladies and gentlemen, New Year's is upon us! (CHEERING) ALL: 10! Nine...! # I'm counting the beat, two, three, four, five . # I'm feeling the heat, glad to be alive. # I'm counting the beat, six, seven, eight, nine. - # I'm wishing that you,... - ALL: ...two... one! # ...that you were mine. (PLAYS 'AULD LANG SYNE') (CHEERING) ('AULD LANG SYNE' CONTINUES) - (CHEERING) - ALL: Happy New Year! # Thinking about you, you're thinking about me. ERIC: # Thinking about you and counting the beat. - # Thinking about you. - # Ooh. - # Thinking about me. - # Ooh. # Thinking about just you and me, # la-da-da-de, there ain't no place I'd rather be. # La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da, # la-da-de-da, la-da-de-da. # La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da. # la-da-de-da, la-da-de-da. # Ooh. ERIC: 'London is so different from home. 'I don't even think I could begin to describe it. It's... 'It's nothing like Hamilton. 'Don't worry about me in these rough dives. 'It's a great education. 'Rose,... 'I can't shake the thought of you.' - Oi! - # La-da-de-da, la-da-de-da. (STEADY BASSLINE) EILEEN: Rose! ERIC: 'Anyway, write back soon. 'And Rose,... 'keep yourself for me.' (GIGGLES) (BASSLINE CONTINUES) (GIGGLES) It is really beautiful. (CLOCK BELLS CHIME, HORN BEEPS) (TELEPHONE RINGS) WOMAN: Collect call from Eric Williams in London. Yes. - Hi! - Rose, is that you, baby? - Hello? - DISTORTED: I can't hear you. - Speak up, Popsie. Popsie? - Is that you, Eric? Eric? - I can't hear you. - Put your dad on the line. - It's a very bad line. - I've gotta ask him something. - It's important. Rose. - Can you hear me? - I wanna do things right. - I just can't hear you, Eric. - Eric? - WHISPERS: It's embarrassing. If you call collect one more time... - (SIGHS) - (SIGHS) # I'm bleeding to death # on a cloudless day. # A three-four heartbeat # just waltzing away. # I'm thinking about you, # thinking about me. # Thinking about you, # thinking about just you and me, # la-da-de-de, # there ain't no place I'd rather be. # * - Rose, you've got a package! - Ooh. - It's from London! - (GASPS) - Ooh. - (LAUGHS) - London! - (GIRLS SQUEAL AND GASP) Oh my God! (GASPS) - Rose, is that what I think it is? - Oh my goodness. - (GIRLS SQUEAL) - (GIGGLES) - ERIC: Rose. ERIC: I wanna hear you say it. Rose, are you gonna tell me? - Rose. - Yes. - (LAUGHS, CHEERS) - (WHOOPS) - (LAUGHS) What else was I supposed to say? (GENTLE MUSIC) # Hello, my friend. # It's morning, time to wake now. # Your body and mine # entwined will have to break now. # But I want your flesh, # your warmth to stay beside me. # Oh, how I wish # you could be deep inside me. Please stand. # Show me your eyes, # your love, most tender feeling,... I do. # ...and I'll give you mine, # be truthful and revealing. I do. # Cos it's you that I love. And it's true that I love. # And it's love not given lightly. # But I knew this was love. And it's you that I love. # And it's more than what it might be. Yeah. All looking at me. - (CHEERS) Rose is married! - # When we're alone,... - Yeah. That's the silly one. - # ...I cannot always face you. - It's OK. - Just don't worry about it. - It's better if it sits back. - Just a little. - I know. - # Maybe my mood... - Slightly to the left. And I'm getting a cuddle as well. # ...won't let these arms embrace you. What about if Barry goes on that side? As far away as possible from my wife. # But that doesn't mean.... And swap places with the person to the left of you. Oh, the other way. # ...my love's somehow diminished. # Give me the time... # to show our love's unfinished. Just glancing up that way. OK. # Cos it's you that I love. And it's you that I love. - (LAUGHS) - Back to the other way. # And it's more than what it might be. (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS) # And every # word I say is true. (CHEERING, APPLAUSE) About bloody time. Whakatane, son. I tell you, you'll be late to your own funeral. Now, listen. Speech. You all know me, Barry,... father of the groom. - WHISPERS: Make him go away. - I've prepared something. A speech that I've been planning. Some of you might remember that we weren't always in the cleaning business. My grandparents, they were in flowers before that. WHISPERS: Feed him to the sheep. - WHISPERS: Oh, he's not so bad. - Well, they had a little shack down by the lake, sold all kinds of flowers. And in that last section down there, where all the daffodils grow, well, there I saw, walking with her sister, this most beautiful creature,... Isabel. - Eric's mum. - Aw. Well, me being me, of course, I had to go over and say gidday, didn't I? And then, nine months later, boom - there he is, - the little fella. - (LAUGHTER) Well, then this cheeky bugger comes home one day, and he says, 'Dad, 'I've meet this bird down by the daffodils.' I went, 'What, son?' Who'd have thought, eh? What are the odds that two generations - two generations - meet at exactly the same place? - Million to one, eh, Barry? - Bloody right. A million to one. So... - # What can I say? - Let us raise our glasses. # The words destroy all meaning. - A million to one. - # There's only cliche... - A million to one. - # ...to get... A million to one! # ...across this feeling. # Cos it's you that I love, and it's true that I love, # And it's love not given lightly. # But I knew this was love, and it's you that I love, # and it's more than what it might be. # Cos it's you that I love, and it's true that I love. # And it's love not given lightly. # But I knew this was love, and it's you that I love, # and it's more than what it might be. # And every word I say is... # - Bye, Mr and Mrs Williams! - (CHEERING) (ENGINE PURRS, GEAR CLICKS) (GRAVEL CRUNCHES UNDER TYRES) Hey. Are you OK? (SIGHS) (TINKLY POP MUSIC) (TINKLY POP MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUSIC FADES) (DOOR CREAKS) (DOOR CREAKS) (CLICK!) (SIGHS) WHISPERS: It's all they had. WHISPERS: It's perfect. (GENTLE MUSIC) (SIGHS) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (GIGGLES) WHISPERS: It's plastic. WHISPERS: They're out of season. (BOTH CHUCKLE) (GENTLE MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUSIC FADES) We're here. - Which one is it? - WHISPERS: It's the grey one. We can paint it. Oh wow. (CHUCKLES) Holy shit. Wow. Holy shit. Jesus Christchurch. (LAUGHS) Probably should have checked it out first, huh? Hello. - WHISPERS: Hello. - (LAUGHS) Reckon it'll make a good love nest? Definitely got the nest part right, eh? (LAUGHS) Hey, you've always wanted a cat, right? Yeah. Why? WHISPERS: Hey. It's only temporary. - It's a good doer-upper, eh? - Right. I'll just chuck it any old place, then. - # You said it was yesterday. - Yeah. Don't even think about taking that yet. There's no workings. Do you listen to a bit of opera? Hey. # Yesterday's another day. Oh, I'll pinch a few posters from the record shop. # Had a lot of make-believe. Yeah, yeah. Oh, cheers, mate. Where do you want to put the speaker, man? # I don't know if it's you... # or if it's me. # I don't know. (CAT MEOWS) (MEOWS) # Tally-ho. # Tally-ho. # Oh, yeah, we'll go in the Mustang, eh? I've got a cash-flow problem at the moment. See you later. WHISPERS: See you, babe. - So what, mate, whose car? - Jump in the Mustang, mate. I love you. WHISPERS: Love you. (DOOR CREAKS) Your father thinks it's leaky pipes in the walls, love. We need to air the place, hang everything out before mould gets to it. - How's your linen looking? - # Hey. Your grandmother would turn in her grave if she saw the mould. # I'm doing OK. Don't remember inviting you in # so we could start fighting again. - # I'm happy on my own. - A place of your own, love. - # So give up, go home. - A bit of grass for baby. # I've got every reason # why I should ask you to leave and # never come back again. Maybe if Eric was working somewhere better, better than a record store. # Oh yeah. # Hey. So you'll have it your way. # You're forever ignoring me # when I say to stop calling. # Why you getting in my face? # I don't need the stress. # You're playing the victim, # but without ever considering # that maybe this is not about you. # You, it's not about you. # So tally-ho. # It's not about you, # you, # it's not about you, # so tally-ho. # Go tally-ho. # (GASPS) (DISTANT TINKLY MUSIC) - (BAND PLAY ROCK MUSIC) - (COUGHS) (SNIFFS) # You said it was yesterday, but yesterday's another day. # You said it was yesterday, but yesterday's another day. # Hey, what are you doing? Come on. I know that we're a bit shit. But we really need the practice. (FEEDBACK BUZZES) One, two, three, four! (BAND PLAY ROCK MUSIC) # I don't know if it's you or if it's me. # I don't know. # Tally-ho! Tally-ho! # (BABY COOS) (GRUNTS) Oh! - Hey. Are you all right? - Yep. The boys called. So I'll be back later. Mum offered... to come stay just till the baby comes. Well, if that's what you want. It's not what I want. - # Hey. - You wouldn't listen. # You're really ruining my day, # Heard 21 million # of your extended opinions # on how I ought to live my life. - You've made your choice. - # I take my own advice. # I can tell you're not listening # when I'm explaining that this thing has - # never ever been about you. - Go. Get out. All right? Mum! - # You,... - Just go. # it's not about you. # So tally-ho. # I don't know if it's you... ALL: # Just let it go now. - # ...or if it's me. - You're joking! - That's funny! - ALL: # You'll be OK. - (LAUGHS) - # I don't know. (BASSY MUSIC PLAYS) # I don't know. # I don't know if it's you... ALL: # Just let it go now. - # ...or if it's me. - I play the bass. But it's nothing special. We're trying to get into the Hamilton pub scene. - Oh, I've managed bands before. - # I don't know. - No way. - Yeah, man. - Really? - Actually, - this could be quite cool. - # Go, go, tally-ho. Eric, it's time for everyone to go home. I feel sick. You've gotta meet this guy. He's a band manager. Hi. Lovely to meet you. Well, this could be a big opportunity, love. # Mm. Tally-ho. # Go, go. # Go. # Go tally-ho. Hey, you haven't seen Rose, have you? # Go, go, go. Go! Go! Go! - # Go, go, tally-ho. - Rose? # Go! Go! # Go, go tally-ho! # * (PHONE RINGS) (PHONE RINGS) (PHONE RINGS) (PHONE RINGS) (CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (DOOR CLANKS) (DOOR CLANKS) (MUSIC FADES) (TOOLS CLATTER) What do you want? Well, go on. Spit it out. Or help out. Rose won't come home. (SCOFFS) Well. No surprises there, then, are there? Mm? I mean, no girl's gonna wanna live in your fucking shithole of a place, are they? You need money? Is that why you're here? - I'm not like you. - (SCOFFS) - Not done any of the things... that you've done. How can Mum stand you? Your mum can spot a good provider when she sees one. Jumped straight at it, mate. You know, maybe you should try that, eh - - try providing for once. - Don't you-! Don't you fucking dare, son. Don't! You wanna fucking have a go, son?! Well, let me tell you something. You thought marrying her was gonna be easy? Huh? Girls like her, mate, they never take a step back. Look at you, you little boy. Huh? When are you gonna get it into your thick skull, eh? You're mine. My boy. WHISPERS: Fucking not. You want my help? Yes or no? - Yes or no? - (PANTS) (BIRDS CHIRP, SHEEP BLEAT) (ENGINE REVS) (BRAKES SQUEAK) I told you you're not welcome here. Eileen, no offence, but fuck off. - You don't have my permission. - Rose! - You're trespassing. - Rose! She's better off here. Eric! Rose! - (HANGERS CLACK) - (PANTS) Haven't you got anything better to do? You enjoy this, don't you? You enjoy making it clear that I'm not good enough for her! - Well, with this kind of behaviour, you're proving it, aren't you? - Yeah? I am. I really fucking am! (BIRDS CHIRP) Get in the car, Rose! Get in the car. You heard me. (BIRDS CHIRP) Rose? Love, you don't have to go with him. Rose. (SIGHS) (ENGINE REVS) (BRAKES SQUEAK) (INTENSE MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUSIC FADES) (CHUCKLES) Bub's missed you. (CHUCKLES) (BRAKES SQUEAK) - What is this? - (KEYS JINGLE) (SIGHS) (HOPEFUL MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) - (BOTH CHUCKLE) - How can we afford all this? (MUSIC CONTINUES) (GENTLE MUSIC CONTINUES) - Hey. - (SIGHS) - Look at you. - (CAR HORN HONKS) (SIGHS) Thank you. (DOOR CREAKS) (SIGHS) (BIRDS CHIRP) - Don't come to the house. - (DOOR CLICKS) (DOOR SLAMS) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (APPLAUSE, CHEERING) - Here's one my dad taught me. - (CHEERING) - # Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. - (CHEERING) # Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. - # Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. - (AUDIENCE CLAP RHYTHMICALLY) - # Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. - Ooh! BOTH: # Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. # Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. ALL: # Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. - # Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. - (SCREAMS) # There is no depression in New Zealand. # There are no sheep on our farms. # There is no depression in New Zealand. - Or have another baby. - (LAUGHS) # Oh no. We can all keep perfectly calm. - (SMOOCHES) - (COOS) - # Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. - Mostly from unbalanced people. - # Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. - Wait! You've crushed the - bloody hose, you idiot. Think. - # Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. # Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. # Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. # Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. # Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. # Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. # Everybody's talking about World War III. # Everybody, everybody, # everybody's talking about World War III. # But we're as safe as safe can be. # There's no unrest in this country. # We have no... # dole queues. # We have no... # drug addicts. # We have no... # racism. # We have no.. # sexism, sexism. # No, no, no. # (BASSY ELECTRONIC MUSIC) # I used to do things and say things, # and Jesus, I was evil. # Say things and break things, # and Jesus, I was evil. # I never shook babies. # I never beat no # ladies. (MUSIC CONTINUES) (ROCK MUSIC) - # Oh, oh, oh, oh. - Protesters mounted their most determined effort of the tour just... Bloody bucket, mate. I needed it 10 minutes ago. Jesus Christ. - # Oh, oh, oh, oh. - Oh darling. You're burning up. Shall we go get your dad? Hey! Stop fucking around and use your brains. # Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. # Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. - # Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. - Hey, honey. Does he always talk to you like that? Because you don't have to work for him. Not if he talks to you like that. # Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Probably why you're feeling so offhand at the moment. # There is no depression in New Zealand. BOTH: # I used to do things and say things. # There are no sheep on our farms. BOTH: # I used to say things and break things. # There is no depression in New Zealand. # Now I comb my hair a million times a week. # Oh no. We can all keep... BOTH: # ...perfectly calm,... ALL: # ...perfectly calm, # perfectly calm, # perfectly calm,... # perfectly calm! # (BOTH SCREAM) (DRUM FILL CONTINUES) (SCREAMS) - (PANTS) - (CRIES) (AUDIENCE CHEER, APPLAUD, WHISTLE) (FEEDBACK WHINES) (FEEDBACK FADES) - (GRIZZLES) - (PHONE RINGS) - (CRIES) - (PHONE RINGS) - (CRIES) - (PHONE RINGS) - (PHONE RINGS) - (COUGHS) - (COUGHS) - (PHONE RINGS) - Hello? - (BABY CRIES) - Yeah. - Come on, Maisie. - Shh, shh, shh. - Hey, calm down. I can't hear what you're saying. Why are you calling me? What? Hey. Don't do that. Just... Just stop. Fuck. Just give me a fucking second. OK? Just stop. - WHISPERS: Hey, bubba. - Why? - WHISPERS: Are you OK? - Where are you? Yep. (SIGHS) OK. (CRIES) Just gonna pop out for a bit. I won't be long. (CRIES) (CRIES) (CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (ENGINE THRUMS) (BRAKES SQUEAK) (ENGINE TURNS OFF) (SNIFFS) So, what's he done now? (FOOTSTEPS SCUFF) You'll take him with you? Where is he? - (SNIFFLES) He was holding his arm. Thought he was teasing me. - Oh fuck. I couldn't tell you over the phone. - Hey, Dad. Hey, Dad! - (SNIFFLES) - (SNIFFLES) - Hey. - Dad! - He's not supposed to be here. - What are you doing? Back off! - Get out! - No, you said you'd take him! - Eric, please. - Get him out! Get him out of here. Please, Eric! Eric, please. Please! Eric, please, get him out of here! (SOBS) Eric! (SOBS) Please. (MAUREEN SOBS) (TENSE MUSIC) (MAUREEN SOBS) Eric? Please. (SOBS) He talked about you. He said you were good at keeping things to yourself. Shut up! My husband's not so nice. (SOBS) - Shut up. Please, shut up. - Not like you. (SOBS) He'll take my kids if he finds out. (SOBS) - WHISPERS: Fuck. - (SOBS) He'll tell everyone. (SNIFFLES) WHISPERS: Fuck. (SOBS) - (SOBS, SNIFFLES) - (DOOR CLICKS) - (GASPS) (SNIFFLES) (PANTS) (GRUNTS) (GRUNTS, PANTS) WHISPERS: Fuck. (PANTS) (PANTS) Hey, what are you doing? Stay away! Stay the fuck away. (PANTS) * (BRAKES SQUEAK) (ENGINE PUTTERS) (SOMBRE SYNTH MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (SIGHS) (SIGHS) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (DOOR CLICKS OPEN) (DOOR CLICKS SHUT) (DOOR CREAKS) (ERIC SIGHS) (BED CREAKS) (CRICKETS CHIRP) (ERIC BREATHES HEAVILY) (SNIFFS) (BREATHES SHAKILY) (UNSETTLING MUSIC) (ROSE SNIFFLES) (SNIFFLES) (SOBS) # I'm really close tonight. # And I feel like I'm moving inside her. BOTH: # Lying in the dark. # And I think that I'm beginning to know her. # Let it go. # I'll be there when you call. BOTH: # Whenever I fall... # at your feet,... # you let your tears # rain down on me. # Whenever I touch... # your slow-turning pain. # You're hiding from me now. # There's something in the way # that you're talking. BOTH: # Words don't sound right. # But I hear them all # moving inside you. # Go. # I'll be waiting when you call. BOTH: # Whenever I fall... # at your feet,... # you let your tears # rain down on me. # Whenever I touch # your slow-turning pain. # The finger of blame # has turned upon itself. # And I'm more than willing to # offer myself. # Do you want my presence # or need my help? # Who knows where that might # lead? BOTH: # When I fall. # (BOTH SIGH) (SIGHS) - (ROSE SNIFFLES) - (SIGHS) (MUSIC FADES) (PLAYS CLOSING CHORD PROGRESSION) (FAINT CHEERING, APPLAUSE) (BIRDS CHIRP) (TIE RUSTLES) (PIN CLATTERS) - (FABRIC RUSTLES) - (SNIFFS) (BREATHES HEAVILY) (WOLF-WHISTLES) Who called the other night? One of the boys - blew an engine. - Hey, Dad. - Hey. - You finished Pop's card? - Yeah. - Oh, it's so good. - Come on. Let's go. - Oh, cheeky. - (SQUEALS) (SIGHS) - It's pretty weird, eh? - Yeah. - Go and have a play. - OK. (SIGHS) (SIGHS) I just wanted to thank everyone for coming to the house - and for saying goodbye to Dad. - Put those on the table, dear. - All right. - OK. Barry always did the speeches. So... I don't know what to say, really. (SIGHS) (CROCKERY CLATTERS LIGHTLY) At this point, Barry would have trod on up, told me to sit my arse back down and shut up. So for Barry, I'm going to sit my arse back down and shut up. Thanks. (CHUCKLES) Oh well. Oh yeah. If anyone is looking for a work van, vacuums and stuff like that, Mum's selling the lot. So... come and see me. (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) (GRIZZLES) (COOS) - (SQUEAKS) - (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) - (COOS) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) Hey. Hey, Eric! (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) - (SIGHS) - I told you to stay away. (POIGNANT MUSIC) Oh, Isabel, thank you so much. It was a lovely send-off. - OK, then. Bye. - WHISPERS: Fuck. MAUREEN WHISPERS: OK. (DOOR CLICKS, CREAKS) ERIC WHISPERS: What are you doing here? Eh? WHISPERS: We don't need to go. I just came to give you something. ERIC: Shh. ERIC: Shh! - I had to come. - No, no, you didn't. They're all happy not knowing shit. WHISPERS: Why would you fuck it up? WHISPERS: He left it. WHISPERS: I thought you might like it back. (SOBS) (SNIFFLES) (SNIFFLES) (CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC) Mum, come on! Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo! Let's go! Hey! (GIGGLES) # You're on your own. # I'd like to come meet you # and walk you home. # But instead, - # I'll stay away. - Choo-choo. # It seems that that's all that you want - # these days. - Here. (SMACKS LIPS, GASPS) # The light's... # gone out. # I feel like I'm crawling # around in the dark. # When you don't say what - # you mean. - You look lovely. # It's clear that we're falling apart # at the seams. # How can you hold me - # while feeding me lies? - Gidday, Terry. # How could you be keeping all these secrets buried deep - # inside? - Hey, mate. - Good. How are you? - Yeah, good. # Why can't you see that... # you push me away? - How are the kids? - Yeah, no, they're good. # I'm getting further with every word that you forget to say. They're growing up really fast, aren't they? # How can you hold me # and treat me this way? - What would you like to drink? - Just a shandy. - A shandy? - A shandy. Shit! - # I saw you veering off... - Shandy and a beer. - # ...the road. - Thanks, mate. I told you that I wouldn't let it go, didn't I, Popsie? - # I couldn't carry on alone. - Come on, Popsie. - Come for a boogie. - I don't feel like dancing. Thanks. # I never asked you for a reason. Now, why even leave the house if you don't wanna be here? - # Instead I chose to hope... - Not in front of these people. - # ...that I had things wrong. - In front of who? - In front of these people? - # That things would somehow # turn around and change. What, are you too good to dance with me? # I hoped that things would change. - # But how can you hold me? - # How can you hold me? - I'll find my own way home. - # While feeding me lies? BOTH: # How could you be keeping all these secrets buried deep - # inside? - # Buried deep inside. - # Why can't you see that? - # Why can't you see that? - # You push me away. - # Push me away. BOTH: # Well, I'm getting further with every word that you # forget to say. - # Forget to say. - # How can you hold me # and treat me this way? (WIPER BLADES BEAT) (LOW MUSIC CONTINUES) (DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLICKS) (BREATHES HEAVILY) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (JACKET RUSTLES) # Talk to me. - # Talk to me. - # How can you hold me? # (MACHINERY WHIRRS) (MACHINERY WHIRRS) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) - ALL: # Happy birthday to you. - Grab the spoons, Gracie. ALL: # Happy birthday, # dear Maisie. - # Happy birthday to you. # - Are you ticklish under there? - Oh, puku! - Hey. Hello, dear. Hey. - Mwah. - You all right? - Yeah. - Oh my goodness. Have you finished your cake? Where's my little birthday girl? - Oh, there you are. Hello. Hey, bubba. Happy birthday. (GROANS) Yeah. Are you excited about going to the beach tomorrow? Really? Eh? And what about Mum? (SIGHS) Did you get lots of presents? Yeah? Where's my other big girl? Hey. (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) We don't really talk much, do we? Not very good at it. Bred us that way, our mothers - least said, fastest mended. I always remember that from when I was a kid. (BIRDS CHIRP) Barry had a couple of other kids. Eric ever tell you that? - WHISPERS: No. - No. Didn't tell me either. Eric likes to think that I don't know, because if I did, you know, how could I...? How could I let Barry? (BIRDS CHIRP) We don't have a choice, Rose. As long as he comes home,... that's all that matters. (SEAGULL SQUAWKS) (SEAGULL SQUAWKS) MAISIE: Three, four, five, six. Who's gonna give Mum the daffodils? - Me and Maisie. - You can give her one too. - Thank you. - I'll carry one. After lunch, we can go for a swim, all right? OK. Aw, look at these! Oh! (LAUGHS) Thanks, sweetie. Hey. You can sit outside. I can bring you your sandwiches out there. - Come on, Maisie. (GIGGLES) - Ooh. Won't be long. - Whoo-hoo! - Rose. WHISPERS: Hey. (FOOTSTEPS SCUFF) (BOTTLES CLINK) (CLICK!) (CAP CLICKS) (FOOTSTEPS RETREAT) (GRUNTS) (BREATHES HEAVILY) (GLASS SHATTERS) - Don't touch me. - Hey. (BREATHES SHAKILY) Do you give her daffodils? (SNIFFLES) The woman that you came home smelling of the... the night that Barry died ` do you give her daffodils? (SIGHS) # My hands... Please tell me. (SOBS) # ...are tied. # Oh, I could be a victim. - It was the musk. - # When my tongue... - (SNIFFLES, SIGHS) - # ...won't move. It was all over the sheets. (SNIFFLES) I had to wash them three times to get it out. # Cos you have it tied in your heartstrings. - It was her, eh? - # When I needed you most,... - (SNIFFLES) The one that showed up late to the wake? # ...I couldn't find the language. And you walked her in, in front of everyone, in front of me. (SOBS) It was so embarrassing. # When I needed you more,... - (SOBS) - # ...I couldn't say a word. - Do you love her? - # My hands truly tied. - Do you love her? - # Yeah, I know I'm a prisoner. - # When my tongue... - No, you don't love her,... - # ...wouldn't move. - ...or no, it wasn't her? # You had it tied in your heartstrings again. And... (SOBS) Because I can't do this any more. # ...when I needed you most, I couldn't find the language. (SOBS) Say something, Eric. # When I needed you more, I couldn't say a word. Say something, Eric. I really... I need you to say something. # One day, a heap on the ground. - Please say something, - and I will stay. - # Next day, I'm so proud. But you're not. You're not even trying to hold on. (SOBS) # Today, I don't know. (SOBS) I gave up everything. My mum was right about you. And I never thought she'd be right. - (SOBS) No. No, it's not true. - # Your hands are cold. # That's why I try to contain you. - (SOBS) - # Now my words are cursed. No. (SOBS) I told you. - I don't want to stay. - # Ember from the ashes. - # One day,... - Get off! # ...a heap on the ground. Next day,... - (SOBS) - # ...I'm so proud. - You made me a promise, Eric! - # Today... - You promised me! - # ...I haven't got a clue. It feels like a river of tears. You broke my heart. And you know what? What kind of a man are you for our daughters? # Today, I'm gonna dry these eyes. It's too late. I don't love you! Do you hear me? I hate you! Just get out! # When I needed you most, I couldn't... - Is this what you want?! - # ...say a word! # I should have known. (SOBS) You're just like him. Barry would be proud. (MUSIC FADES) Girls, come on! We're going. (GUITARS ECHO) 'I was 4 the last time we saw our parents in the same room together.' (CHEERING, WHISTLING) (SLOW PIANO MUSIC) 'Did Dad think we were better off without him?' Are you there, Eric? 'When we talked,...' I'm just gonna check your eyes, darling. '...he kept going back to the last time he saw Mum.' (EERIE MUSIC) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (FOOTSTEPS CLICK) (MUSIC CONTINUES) (MUSIC CONTINUES) # I'll say goodbye, # even though I'm blue. # Even though I'm blue. # Even though I'm blue. # Darling, I'll say goodbye, # even though I'm blue, # even though I'm blue, # even though I'm blue. # I never thought you'd break my heart. # I should have known it from the start. BOTH: # That's why I'm telling you this is what I saw through. # I turn away as you close the door. # Darling, I'll say goodbye. (MUSIC CONTINUES) (SIGHS HEAVILY) # It was the worst thing you could do. # You don't know what you put me through. BOTH: # That's why I'm telling you this is what I saw through. # I turn away as you close the door. # Darling, I'll say goodbye, # even though I'm blue. # Even though I'm blue, I'll say goodbye to you. # Darling, I'll say goodbye, # even though I'm blue. ALL: # Even though I'm blue, I'll say goodbye to you. # Darling, I'll say goodbye, # even though I'm blue. # Even though I'm blue, I'll say goodbye to you. # Darling, I'll say goodbye, # even though I'm blue. # I'll only say goodbye because you want me to. # (SNIFFLES) (MUSIC FADES) (GENTLE KEYBOARD MUSIC) (GRAVEL CRUNCHES) 'I called Mum,... 'asked her to come meet me. 'If he could have found the words,... 'what would Dad have said? 'Where would he want me to start?' (SIGHS) Shit! - Remember, Mum? - (CHUCKLES) - Shit! - Shit! - Shit! (LAUGHS) - Shit! - Shit! - WHISPERS: I'm sorry. - (SOBS) - (SNIFFLES) - (SNIFFLES) Oh. (SNIFFLES) What else did he tell you? 'I started... 'with the one thing Dad wished he'd done.' (MUSIC BUILDS) (MUSIC BUILDS, QUICKENS) (MUSIC BUILDS) - # How can you hold me... - # How can you hold me?