Everything in Between (2022) Movie Script
1
- Heard
this deemster's got a kick.
The real deal.
- No shit.
Where'd he snag it?
- Came up on this dude
in Taos.
- Hey, Liz. You cool?
- Yeah.
Um, just gonna chill.
Marinate a bit.
- So how's your day
going, brother?
- It's going...
- Hey so tell me,
what are the chicks like at UNS?
- Heaps of action, hey?
I got a mate that went there.
He reckons it was
a full-on minge binge.
You mind if I crank up this up?
- Huh?
- The tunes, bro.
Do you mind
if I crank it up a bit?
Man, there's some
stonkin' racks around here!
Is one of these your crib?
- No.
- Booty call, hey?
You sly dog.
Anyway mate,
have a good one, brother.
- Yeah.
- Ah, fuck me!
- Fuck, man!
What the fuck are
you trying to KMS for?
Fuck, man!
I've got some young kid here
he's just tried
to top himself...
- I'm Meredith Knight.
I'm here for my son,
Jason Knight.
- Okay.
- Where can I find him?
- Uh, just a second.
Knight?
- If you could put a priority
on that, please.
- Sure, I can do that.
- Jason Knight?
I am Dr. Freeda Yussuf,
the psychiatry registrar.
I'm here to see how
we can help you.
I have a police report that says
a man dragged you off a cliff.
He said you were going to jump.
Were you?
- Yeah, I guess so, yeah.
- You were?
I'm sorry to hear that.
What was going through
your head, Jason?
What were you feeling?
Sad, frustrated, angry?
- Nothing.
- Nothing?
- I don't feel anything.
- Where are you anyway?
I called you a hundred times!
- I was in the board room.
The phone was in the office.
Is he okay?
- What kind of fucking question
is that?
He just tried
to jump off a cliff!
- I mean physically.
Is he injured?
- I don't know.
He's in Emergency
with a psychiatrist.
- All right, calm down, Dee.
I'm heading over now.
- Don't tell me
to calm the fuck down!
This is all your fault!
Look, try and keep it together.
I'll be there in a flash.
- Fucking asshole!
- What about prescription drugs?
Are you taking any medications?
- Um.
No.
- Have you been
on medication before?
- Yeah.
- Do you remember what?
- Citalo-something.
- Citalopram.
You do know that
is prescribed for depression?
- Are we still on
for lunch tomorrow?
- Let me call you.
- Oh, Jay, my darling!
Jay, don't you ever
do that again.
You hear me?
Don't ever do that to me again.
You okay?
- Yeah, I'm sorry, Mom.
- Thank you, nurse.
We'll be fine.
- Oh, Mrs. Knight, the doctor
would like to see you as well.
- Yes, of course.
What about Jay?
- We'll keep an eye on him.
You take a seat, Jay.
Your mom won't be too long.
- Jay, promise me
you won't move, okay?
Beautiful, promise me?
- Yeah.
- Here, here.
Which way?
- And what happened?
- I was feeling a bit
off in the desert.
But I didn't think much of it.
Then on the plane, I started
shaking like a vibrator
in an earthquake!
It didn't stop, even when
they gave me five blankets.
And then I went to the bathroom
and I discovered this rash.
- Oh, that's a beauty.
- It's also on my leg.
- Really?
- Have you been putting
anything on that?
- Peppermint oil
and I took some ren shen
and bai zhu.
- Ta.
And any other symptoms?
- Yeah actually, I've been
feeling a bit breathless
maybe because of the shakes.
- No local emergency contact?
- No.
I just dumped my stuff
and came straight here.
- Okay.
- Oh yeah, I also have
my travel insurance.
- That's okay.
You hang on to that.
We'll grab it off you later.
You can go and have a seat
and I'll let you know
when a doctor can see you.
- Oh, bless you.
Thank you so much
for your kindness.
- Bless you, too.
- Is there a trick to that?
There must be, I mean,
how many variations
could there be?
- 43 quintillion.
- Man, that's like more than
there are stars in the universe.
- No, it's not.
- It's taking
such a toll on my marriage.
- Yes.
- No one seems
to be able to help.
I don't know how much
more of this I can take.
- Yes, yes.
These situations can be tough.
- Yes.
- But we must focus on Jason.
- Of course.
- Now tell me, how long has
this been going on with Jason?
- Oh my God, he's been in
and out of therapy for years.
No one knows what's wrong
with him.
I've been told everything
under the sun.
He's got borderline personality.
He's got depression.
He's got depersonalization
- Depersonalization
is a symptom, not a diagnosis.
- Well, no wonder
I'm fucking confused!
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But you'll have to wait
because that's right
there's more!
- Man, you know you've been
living off the grid too long
when the shopping
channel is watchable.
I'm Liz.
Who are you?
- Jay.
- It's nice to meet you, Jay.
So what are you in for?
- I am going
to be honest with you
the priority here is to assess
whether Jason poses
further risk to himself.
- You mean...?
- One attempt increases
the chances of a second
which in turn increases
the risk of completion.
- Completion?
- An outcome that is fatal.
- Oh my god,
what are we gonna do?
- I would have
to talk to my boss.
But we could try to get
to the bottom of things
by admitting Jason
into our facility
- No!
No, absolutely not!
You cannot take my son
away from me.
What will everyone say?
- What do you mean?
There is no stigma attached
to mental illness.
- Are you fucking kidding me?
I am not having my son
in the nuthouse!
- This is not the nuthouse!
- You know what I mean.
Therapy is just fine.
- Admitting your son
could be the safest option.
- He's safe at home, doctor.
I won't take my eyes off him.
I have a lunch tomorrow,
I will cancel that right now.
- So what is he,
mad, bad or sad?
- Sad.
- How sad?
- Enough for us to detain him.
- Is he displaying signs
of anything
other than depression?
- I could not get enough
from him
for a threshold diagnosis.
But I do sense signs
of social withdrawal
maybe even internalized
identity flux.
- Internalized identity flux?
You sure you're not
overthinking this, Fred?
- Lucas, come on!
Do not give me the short shrift
on this one.
- So what' the family situation?
- Wealthy, only child.
The mother is involved.
Perhaps too much.
The father, I do not know.
Apparently, he is on his way.
- Clinic three?
- Yes, doctor.
- I'll be there in ten.
Is he still showing signs
of ideation?
- He claims he is not, but-
- Fred, bed block
is like Pitt Street.
Patient flow is down
to a trickle.
- Lucas.
- Unless the boy's dangling
a foot off the roof
send him home with his mother
and make an appointment
with Acute for tomorrow.
- Elizabeth Myers
please come
to the reception desk.
Elizabeth Myers.
- May you be like a lotus, Jay.
At ease in muddy waters.
- Hasn't that fucking father
of yours arrived yet?
Come on.
You okay?
Yes?
- I'm here,
where are you?
- We're on our way home.
- What?
Why didn't you call me?
- Why didn't you
get there on time?
Fucking dickhead,
learn how to drive!
- Dee, Dee?
You all right?
- I'm sorry,
I'm sorry sweetheart.
- What was that? Dee...
Hello?
- How the fuck
are we gonna face everyone?
It's gonna be like
when they found out
that Calvert-Lewin kid
was retarded.
- Shh, keep it down, Dee.
He might be listening.
- Doubt it. He's probably zoning
out to some emo-chill-grime
or some shit.
- If that's what you think
of our boy
no wonder he tried to-
- You can talk!
You never wanted him
in the first place!
- Don't be ridiculous.
- I'm not being ridiculous!
If you had it your way
you'd have coat-hangered
me yourself!
Business was always too
fucking-important,
"Dave Knight".
- Look who's talking.
All you wanted
was a fashion accessory.
A baby in a designer pram.
- What are you talking about?
- Pity he had to grow up.
- Fuck off!
- Good idea, hit the vodka.
You want a Valium
chaser with that?
- Shut the fuck up!
- Whoa!
The ice queen striketh.
- Ha-fucking-ha, dickhead!
- All right, look, can we...
What are we gonna do?
- I don't know.
I have no idea.
The fucking shrinks
don't even know what to do.
- I mean, he has always
been an oddball.
But I never imagined
he'd do something like this.
- I just thought
he was withdrawn.
- Withdrawn?
He has never had a friend.
Never shown any
interest in girls or...
- Or what?
- Or anything along those lines.
I mean, I don't even think he...
- What?
- You know...
- Oh, Dave!
- I'm serious.
What did that shrink
have to say?
- She gave me this.
- "My Reasons To Live"
"Making My Space Safe"
- Stupid, huh?
- What is this shit?
- She wants us to try
and get him to fill it out
or something.
You give it a try!
- Mate!
How ya doin', Jay?
So...
What happened, son?
Fill me in.
- I don't know.
- Is it something your Mom
and me aren't doing?
I mean, we have tried
to give you everything,
haven't we?
- I guess so.
- Tell you what?
That headshrinker you saw
wants you to fill this out.
What do you say you do it
with the old man?
Come on, sit up.
I know things are tough
but it's nothing
we can't get through together.
You got a pen?
Right, let's have a look.
"My Reasons To Live"
That's a good question.
What do you reckon?
What've you got to live for?
- Nothing, really.
- Come on, mate.
There's gotta be something.
How about us?
- Who?
- Your mom and me!
How do you think
we'd feel if we lost you?
Go on, put that down: Mom & Dad.
Right, what else?
- I don't know.
- What about your books?
You love all that
egghead stuff, don't ya?
Well, that's something.
Put that down.
"Professional Support"
Your mom says you're going back
to the hospital tomorrow
to have a yarn
with the mental health mob,
is that right?
Well, that's good.
Give that a tick.
You know what time?
- Ten, I think.
- Righto
I'll take the morning off work
drop you there,
pick you up after.
Bit of quality father-son time.
How does that sound?
- Good.
- Good.
Next.
"People I Can Talk To"
Well, there's me.
You can always talk to me,
you know that, don't you, mate?
- Dad-
- Hang on a tick.
Tell you what
tomorrow, after I drop you off
how about I let you
make your own way home?
Show a bit of trust.
That's what it's all about,
isn't it?
- Yeah, I guess.
- "Things I Can Do By Myself"
Now that's an interesting one.
What do you reckon?
What do you most like
to do by yourself?
See, I like watching war docos.
Well, Vietnam mostly.
Because man, that was a war.
All the military might
of the greatest superpower
on the planet versus a bunch
of jungle monkeys in pajamas
living off rats and rice...
- Valley Fever!
Can you believe it?
Trust me to pick up something
they've never seen before.
Airborne microbes or something?
I mean, I've been poked, prodded
and probed for twenty-four hours
and then they take a chunk
of lung out for testing.
Now I've gotta wait another hour
for a bus.
It's like my karma
is in a rut...
Jay!
It's Liz.
From yesterday?
- Oh, yeah.
- You feeling better today?
- Yeah, I guess, yeah.
- Well, we're just having
a chat. You wanna come join us?
Jay, this is Paul.
So what,
do you live around here?
- Nah, I was back
at the hospital.
- Oh yeah, how come?
Oh, that's right,
you're Mr Mysterious.
- I tried to kill myself.
- Oh man, I'm so sorry, I...
- It's okay.
- Can I ask why?
- It's hard to explain.
- What did the doctors say?
- Not much. They um
gave me more of these.
- All I got was antifungals.
They any good?
- Not really, no.
- Jay, mind
if I take your pulse?
- What?
- Give me your hand.
Come on, I'm not gonna bite.
There's hardly any qi
flowing through you.
- So what, you're like
a doctor or something?
- Do I look like a doctor?
- No, not really.
- I picked up some tips
from the monks.
- The monks?
- Yeah, I helped out
at a monastery in Cambodia
last year.
This should help.
It won't fix all
of life's problems
but it will get things
flowing again.
This is...
Qing Ling.
And this is Ji Quan.
'Highest Spring'
Let me know if it's too painful.
- No, it's okay.
- Oh, I think this is my stop.
Come on, Jay.
I found this place online.
Cat Stay.
I feed Mia, water the plants
I get to live here
for a week, rent-free
just enough time to find a van.
- A van?
Like a car?
- Yeah.
My home for the next year.
You didn't think I'd be staying
in Sydney, did you?
- I didn't really
think about it.
- I don't do urban.
Not for long, anyway.
Take a seat,
make yourself at home.
- So where are you headed?
- First stop, Byron Bay.
But I need to cash-up first.
So I'll probably
offer some Reiki
or something along the way.
I just need to be up there
by September
for a gathering in the forest.
- What for?
- To celebrate life.
Medicine.
Magic.
Music.
- Oh, so like a festival?
- Jay, where have you been?
Festivals are a drag.
They're run by a bunch
of corporate douche bags
out for profit.
- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, they are.
- They have no core values.
- None.
- So tell me, what's your story?
- I don't really have a story.
- Come on, you must have
something to share.
Are you seeing anyone?
- No.
- Why not?
You're not a bad catch.
- I'm not good with people.
- People?
Well, I guess we could
be considered people.
Did you see that?
- What?
- The way she blinked.
There, she did it again!
That's how cats say 'I love you'
- Fatigued spring
vegetable truffle
over squid-ink flatbread
under a light umami shower.
- Chteau d'Camprasse,
Marsanne Roussanne 2010.
An excellent choice, sir.
- Yeah thanks, it's good.
Well, cheers, big ears.
Bordeaux not
to your satisfaction?
- Dave, really?
- What?
You've had a sour look
on your dial since we got here.
- Do you blame me?
I mean, look at where we are.
- An exquisitely appointed
private dining room?
- Yeah.
Private!
Precisely!
Everything that we do
is in private.
Sneaking into hotel rooms
hiding in back rooms.
I mean, all we do is eat,
drink, snort and fuck!
- That's not a bad...
What would you call that?
A quad-fecta?
- You know, I don't even believe
you're gonna leave her.
- Darling, I'm working on it.
But with everything
that's happening with Jay
the last thing I can do
right now is bring up divorce.
- There's always something,
isn't there?
- My love, we just have
to wait until the boy
gets through whatever this is
that he's going through.
- Then let's wait then.
In fact, let's go on a break?
- What?
That's the last thing I need.
I'm only getting through this
because of you.
- Maybe you should think
about getting through this
on your own.
- Hang on, Sammy!
I'll call you later.
- Call me
when you sort your shit out.
- What a fucking week!
- Faster Jay!
You don't want them to burn.
- Sorry.
- I take it
you don't cook too much?
- No.
Not really.
- Well, you're doing good.
- Hey, let's capture
our first cook up.
- What's that?
- It's my camera!
Here, you hold it.
- You still haven't told me
why you have such an axe
to grind with life?
- What do you mean?
- I mean...
Why bail out?
- Do you really wanna know?
- I asked, didn't I?
- It's because nothing
means anything.
- How did you figure that?
- I looked into a black hole.
- Whoa, astral travel much?
- I crunched the numbers.
Everything from
the 'event horizon'
to the 'singularity'.
- Well, that sounds interesting.
But what's it got
to do with ending it all?
- Everything.
There's nothing there.
We're all just a bunch of atoms
that come from nothing
and go to nothing
so what's the point
of everything in between?
- Everything in between
is the point, Jay.
'Life is moments'
- Is that what it says?
- Pretty much, in Khmer.
I got it done Yantra style.
You can touch it if you like.
The priests do it
with bamboo sticks.
First, they sharpen them
and they dip them in ink
and then they tap them
in with a hammer.
- Did it hurt?
- Like nothing
you've ever imagined.
I had to meditate
on a higher level
just to deal with the pain.
And then the pain
morphed into pleasure.
It was like a purge.
It was so intense.
I think I had a psychic orgasm.
- So what's got her thong
in a knot?
- The seating
at the 'Profusion' do.
- See, I can't say I blame her.
But then I thought
Ashley prided herself
on carefully curated
party planning.
- So did I.
- Good cause though:
mental health.
I'm sorry.
- I'm just gonna give Jay
a quick call.
- Yes, of course.
- Hey.
- Hello darling.
Just checking in to see
you made it home all right.
- Uh, I'm not home yet.
- What?
Where are you?
- In the city.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, Mom, I'm in the city.
- All right sweetheart,
I don't want you to move
a muscle.
I'll be right there, okay.
Just stay exactly where you are.
Waiter!
Check, please!
I'll be right there, okay?
- Mom, it's fine,
my Uber is almost here.
- An Uber?
Where are you going?
- Home.
- Jay...
Promise me
you'll go straight home.
- Yes Mom, I'm going home.
- I'll be there as soon
as I can, all right?
- Okay.
- Darls, what's wrong?
- I have no idea what to do.
- You have to go?
- It's fine. It's fine.
Two more, please. Two more.
- Dave, slow down!
It looks like you'll eat
the horse and the rider.
- Yeah, sorry had to skip lunch.
Hello darling.
Here, help yourself.
- Everything's gonna be fine,
I can just feel it. Hey?
- Yes, we're gonna get
through this, aren't we, honey?
- Sure you don't want a bit more
on your plate there, big fella?
This duck is to die for!
- Dave!
- Oh.
Sorry mate, I didn't mean to...
- No, Dad, it's fine.
- Attaboy.
Kid hasn't lost
his sense of humor.
So, I hear you went on
a bit of an excursion today?
- Yeah.
Sorry.
- No need to apologize, mate.
But it is important
you keep us in the loop.
Anything interesting happen?
- I met someone.
- You met someone?
- Where?
- At the hospital.
- Nice one!
What's their name?
- Liz.
- She's a girl?
Did you get her number?
- Yeah.
- Good man!
Don't let her get away.
- Well, I'm seeing her again.
- When?
- All right!
- On Thursday.
- Where abouts?
- At the hospital.
- What is she,
a nurse or something?
- No, Mom.
She's seeing the doctors,
and she asked me
to meet her there.
- Is that her?
- Yeah.
- Hang on a sec, son.
Show the girl a good time.
- Dad, it's not like that.
- Not like what?
Here!
I'm proud of you, mate.
Liz!
Hey, guess what I found out?
Whoa, what's wrong?
- It's more serious
than they thought.
- What? The desert fever thing?
- Acute disseminated
cocci-ido something...
It's in my nervous system.
They want me back
at the hospital tomorrow
to pump me full of chemicals.
- It says here that you can...
- I just need water.
- Yeah.
- Is there anything else
I could do?
- Can you help me up?
I need to get back to my place.
- Yeah, of course.
Hey, um...
Maybe...
Maybe you should come stay
at mine for a bit?
What do you reckon?
- Are your parents home?
- No, I don't think so.
- Where abouts are yours?
- My dad left
before I was born
and mom died when I was young.
- Sorry.
- Nice place.
- It says here
that it can be flushed out.
- It also says it can kill you.
- But only in rare cases.
Let me look up the probability.
- Jay!
- What?
Sorry.
- You shouldn't say sorry
so much.
- Sorr... um.
Yeah, okay.
Mom?
- Hey darling.
How are you feeling?
- Yeah, all right.
- Good.
- Let me know
if you need anything, okay?
- Okay.
- Okay.
Mom?
- Yeah.
- I have a friend over.
Is it okay
if she stays for dinner?
- A friend?
Of course.
- Jay...
Where is she?
- In bed.
- Dave!
He's got a girl up there.
- What? Where?
- In bed!
- He's got a bird in his bed?
Talk about bouncing back!
- I wonder who she is?
- It's gotta be that one
I saw this morning.
- What's she like?
- A little bit older
than I expected.
A looker, though. Good on him.
Breast or leg, Liz?
- Oh, I'm okay, thank you.
- Caesar salad, darling?
- Mom, Liz doesn't eat meat.
- Jay, why didn't you say so?
I could've cooked more veggies!
- It's okay, I'm not actually
that hungry anyway.
- Are you sure? I think
I've got some tofu
in the fridge.
I can get that ready.
- I think she's all right, babe.
You all right, Liz?
- Yeah.
Thank you so much
for your hospitality.
I'll just have a potato.
- No worries.
Help yourself.
- Thanks.
- So Liz,
what's on for tomorrow?
- Just going back
to the hospital.
- Oh, nothing too serious,
I hope?
- Um, just getting hooked up
to a drip.
- A drip?
- Mom, Liz has acute
disseminated coccidioidomycosis.
- Cock-a-what?
- Kok-sid-ee-oy-doh-my-koh-sis.
- Jeez, that sounds horrendous.
- Dave!
- It's not infectious?
- No, Mom.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, it's fungal,
not bacterial.
It's not infectious.
- So how does one go about
catching something like that?
- Babe!
- Hm?
- Give me a sec.
- Easy, tiger.
- Sorry, Dad,
just grabbing Liz a blanket.
- Everything all right?
- Yeah.
- You sure?
I just don't know what
to do about Liz.
- Mate, you're already doing it.
Just keep showing her support
and you'll be rewarded
in ways you cannot imagine.
- Dad.
Coccidioidomycosis is serious.
- Mate, half the time
I reckon the quacks
make up these words
so they can sound smart
saying them.
I don't think it's as bad that.
And I've gotta say
you are an absolute trooper
for taking her on.
Most blokes would've run a mile.
- She hasn't got anyone.
- C'mon.
Everyone's got someone.
- She hasn't!
- Jay.
- Yeah, Mom?
- Just checking to see
if everything's okay.
- Yeah, thanks.
- All right.
Well, I'm here if you need me.
- Okay, cheers.
- Care for a cold one, love?
- Oh, no I am good, thanks.
- May I?
- Of course.
It's your place, Mr. Knight.
- Please. Dave.
- Okay, Dave.
- So...
where are you from, Liz?
- All over, I guess.
- All over?
- Yeah.
I've been on the road
since I finished school
but I grew up
just outside of San Francisco.
- San Fran.
Should've known.
- How come?
- If ever I could've
been anywhere, at anytime
it would have been
Haight-Ashbury
in the Summer of Love.
- Oh you take me for a tie-dyed
hippy barefoot on acid, huh?
- Of course not.
I was just saying.
- Well, my Grandmother was,
and I was named after her so...
- Well, there you go.
They had the best
of both worlds back then,
didn't they?
Ideals and fun.
- I was talking
with Jay about that.
- To Jay?
- Yeah.
He's a good kid.
- He is.
I can get you one
of those, if you like.
- I'm good, thanks.
Though I'd kill for a joint.
- Coming right up.
- Actually, I can't smoke
at the moment.
My lungs...
I forgot.
- Ah yeah.
What about a bit of CBD?
- Really?
You could hook that up.
- I'm not that old, love.
Man, I'd so love that.
- No worries.
I'll see what I can do.
- Thanks.
- So, this fungus thing
is a tough blow.
How are you holding up?
- Still processing, I guess.
- Jay tells me
you've got travel insurance
which is good.
But it never covers
everything, does it?
There's always extras.
I just want you
to know, whatever they are
we've got you covered.
- Really, Dave?
- Yeah, you've got enough
to worry about.
- I couldn't accept that.
It's way too generous.
- Liz...
I admire your grit.
I really do.
But you don't have
to do this on your own.
Tell you what?
I'll leave the offer
on the table.
Any expenses you can't cover,
medical or otherwise
you just let Jay know.
- Thank you so much, Dave.
- My privilege, love.
G'day, mate.
Just keeping your spot warm
for you.
- Cheers, Dad.
- Oh, and Liz if you wanna stay
the night, no problem.
No problem at all.
- Thanks, Dave.
- Of course, love.
- The gods are taking pictures.
- No, it's just
an electric charge
in an unbalanced atmosphere.
- Spoiler alert.
- Sorry.
- It's okay.
- Sorry.
- Jay!
- But yeah,
gods could be taking pictures.
- You think?
It's way out to sea.
It's not gonna reach us.
- Sammy!
- Ugh,
what do you want?
- I'm having withdrawal
symptoms, babe.
- Well,
there's one remedy for that
and you know what it is.
- Getting there, darling.
It's a work in progress,
but it is looking good.
- Then how come
you're whispering?
- Just got a few people over.
- Dave,
you're pathetic.
- Sammy, come on,
give a bloke a chance
- I told you before:
don't call me
till you've sorted
out your shit.
- Sam.
Sam?
- It's not gonna reach us, huh?
- Come on, let's go inside.
- I reckon our boy
might pop his cherry tonight
- Dave!
- Just saying.
- Well, I'm saying:
three days ago he was jumping
off a cliff
and now he's jumping
out of his skin
for some infected hippie
who looks nearly my age!
- Only 'cause you
look so young, babe.
- Dave! This is serious!
I mean, what the fuck?
- Settle down.
He's happy for once.
Do you wanna discourage him?
- Cop this: cocksy-whatever.
"A rare disease contracted
by airborne fungus spores."
Yuck!
"Most common
in the Mojave Desert."
The Mojave?
Jesus Christ, who is this woman?
- Someone who is bringing
our son back to life.
Anyway, don't worry
yourself about it.
Just have another drink.
- Fuck you!
- Fuck me?
- Yes, fuck you!
- No darling, fuck you!
- Where are you going?
- To jump off a cliff myself.
After I've had one last beer...
- Prick.
- Cindy!
How are ya, babe?
Yeah, sorry I haven't called
in a while
it's been a busy...
couple of years.
Listen, last minute thing
but I just thought,
are you free now?
Oh, you're in Brissie?
Well, you ever feel like
visiting the old stomping
grounds, happy to fly you down.
Oh?
Oh, congratulations.
How old is he?
Hey, babe!
Good to know you kept my number.
Listen Lexi,
I know it's short notice
but what're you up to?
Yeah, now.
Well, here's the thing.
It's tragic really.
I got a bag of gak
burning a hole
in my back pocket
and no one to share it with.
You naughty, naughty girl.
Hold that position--
- Night, Jay.
- Goodnight.
Liz?
- Hm?
- "Out of suffering have emerged
the strongest souls;
the most massive characters
are seared with scars."
- Is that Kahlil Gibran?
- I don't know.
- You really are sweet.
Are you okay?
- Yeah, why?
- Your heart's beating fast.
Real fast like...
like a rabbit.
- Um, no. I think
that's just how it is.
I think it's always that way.
Okay, well, goodnight.
- Mom, can I use the car?
- What? What for?
- To take Liz to the hospital.
- Jay, you can't.
When was
the last time you drove?
- It's just to the hospital.
- Just catch an Uber,
sweetheart.
- But I wanna take her.
- I don't feel comfortable
with it. Okay?
- Why not?
- Hey Dave.
Jay is downstairs.
- I've got a prezzie
for you, love.
- What is it?
- Have a look.
- Oh my God.
Dave, this is a lot!
- It's good shit too.
- Thank you.
- How much do I owe you for it?
- That hug oughta cover it.
- You're even sweeter than Jay.
- I am not.
-What's wrong with it?
- You haven't driven for ages!
- I smell a Mexican standoff.
- Jay wants the car
- Yeah, to take Liz
to the hospital.
- Great idea, son!
Very thoughtful.
- Dave! He hasn't driven
since he got his license.
- He'll be fine.
Won't you, son?
- Yeah.
- What are you doing?
This is crazy!
Sweetheart, why don't you
take your Dad's car?
It's easier to maneuver.
Jay, I just got it washed.
Can't watch!
Darling, don't crash it!
The wall, the wall,
the wall, the wall!
Oh my God.
Jay!
To the right, to the right.
- Where's the volume
on this thing?
- Here.
- Wait, where are you going?
- To the carpark.
- No, drop me off in front.
- I'm coming in with you, yeah?
No, Jay. You're not.
- Why not?
- It's an intense treatment.
I'll probably feel like shit.
And look like shit too.
- I don't care.
- Well, I do.
Call it the Leo in me.
I just need
to do this on my own.
- Liz.
When do I see you again?
- I don't know, Jay.
Could be a while.
I'll message you.
- See the fungal infection
has established
a beachhead, if you like,
in your meninges
between the skull and brain.
I suspect
your body's immune response
may have stonewalled
the infection
to contain it, like an abscess.
In your case, the lesion
is pressing against the brain.
Unfortunately,
we're past the point
where intravenous therapy
will have any effect.
However, we can operate
on the focus of infection.
It would be considered
high-risk surgery
but we have an excellent
neurosurgery team here
who've been in touch
with the Mayo Clinic
about your case.
Elizabeth?
- Hey, Liz...
I hope you're feeling better.
maybe we could
take the car out
and go for a drive somewhere.
Oh, God.
- You've got
such a gentle touch, Annie.
- There you go, love.
- Jay, what are you doing here?
- I thought I'd bring you
some of these.
- I asked you not to come.
- Yeah, I know but you weren't
responding to my texts.
- That's because
I wanna be alone.
- Liz, are you okay?
- Can you just go, please.
- What about these?
- Just leave them anywhere.
- No mate.
No, you're gonna go back
to that spinnaker-gutted bastard
and tell him
I'll take a kombucha colonic
before I close for that.
Well, you better bloody hope so,
mate
or you'll be joining the rest
of the fuckin' deadwood.
Sorry son, where were we?
- I just don't know what
to do about Liz, Dad.
- Yeah, right.
Well, the thing is sometimes
women just need their space
and all a bloke
can do is listen.
- But what if she doesn't
contact me again?
- Ah, she'll come around.
I've had plenty
of experience at this.
- Right.
- Cold one?
- Yeah, sure.
- Let me tell you a story.
When I met your mom,
she didn't want a bar of me.
She thought I was some
try-hard flash-in-the-pan.
Can you believe that?
But I knew she was the one.
And I knew she just needed time
to come to her senses.
So, I was courteous, friendly,
but kept a respectful distance.
Up yours.
- Thanks.
- She was seeing
this other bloke at the time,
Randall Fox.
I knew that wasn't gonna last.
You see, old Foxy
couldn't help dipping his pen
in the company ink
if you know what I mean.
So one night, she decides
to surprise him after work
and catches him giving one
to his PA over the desk.
You know what your mom's like.
She grabs a ream of A4 paper,
clocks him over the head
knocks him out cold.
- For real?
- Yeah.
Saw it on the security footage.
I tell you.
She's a trimmer,
that mom of yours.
- The Wang Corp deck-
Sorry David,
I didn't realize you--
- No worries, love.
Just plonk it on the desk.
Thanks, darling.
- So what was your point, Dad?
- The point is, I waited.
After everything went down
I gave her a shoulder to cry on.
Told her what bastards
I think men are.
Became her bestie.
Next thing you know, it was on!
- So you scammed her?
- No.
I let her unload
and then told her
what she wanted to hear.
And look at us now,
still married going on
twenty-odd years.
How many people can boast that?
And best of all, we've got you.
- How does this...
How does this help me with Liz?
- Just wait it out, son.
Kill some time.
- What the hell?
- We can fit in you in
for surgery tomorrow but...
I notice you have
no next of kin.
It might be wise
to nominate someone.
- I'm so sorry.
- I have always been able
to navigate
my way through life's seasons
but nothing could prepare me
for a winter like this.
- You made it through
every other winter.
- I'm not gonna make it
through this one.
I saw my death, Jay.
- I mean, how do you know
it wasn't just a bad dream?
- I know it sounds spacey
but it was real.
I know it was.
Hey can you grab that for me?
Thanks.
I need more of these.
I'm making a spirit nest.
- A what?
- A spirit nest.
It's for catching souls.
- Hey Liz!
Liz, I think I found one.
I think it's from a sea eagle.
Maybe you're right, Jay.
Maybe we are
just a bunch of atoms.
Aimless and disconnected.
- Yeah, but we are connected.
- That's not
what you said before.
- But it's different now.
- How?
- If you go...
I go.
- What do you mean?
- Liz, you do know
that I'm only staying alive
for you, right?
- What the fuck..?
- Liz.
- Don't fucking touch me.
- Liz.
Liz.
- You're such
an ungrateful asshole!
- Come on, Liz...
- I'm fucking knocking
on death's door
and you're just threatening
to throw it all away!
- I didn't mean
to make you angry.
- You wanna kill yourself?
Go right ahead!
Go fucking jump off a cliff
for all I care!
- Please, Liz!
- There's a cliff right there!
Go jump!
- Please, Liz.
- Just take me back now!
- Liz!
- How'd you go?
- The boy is still denying
that he is suicidal.
- And what's your take?
- What is your take?
You have seen the statement
from the woman.
She is insistent
he will complete
if anything happens to her.
- It's all a bit
he said, she said
but if the kid
insists he's okay?
- I do not think he is okay.
- This is the second time he
is brought in from a cliff.
If we discharge him again and
he jumps
it will not be on me!
- All right.
Bring him in.
- "Mental health consumers
have a right to respect"
"For their individual
human dignity and worth"
"A right to respect
for their privacy
and confidentiality..."
- It's all very well
to say that, son.
But after everything
that's happened...
I don't know what to believe.
- Dad, I don't fucking care
what you believe!
- Please don't talk
to your father that way!
- No, but this is bullshit.
- I mean, you can't honestly say
that those psychs
made the wrong call.
- They did!
And now I'm stuck in here!
- Because of what you said.
- I didn't mean it!
- Well, there's the rub!
First, you say you're going
to jump, now you say you're not!
It's not as if
there's no precedent.
- I just got caught up
in the moment.
- Jay, Jay.
Maybe it's a good thing,
beautiful.
I mean, I hate the idea
of you being stuck in here
but it's just
for just a few days.
- I don't have a few days, Mom!
The surgery is tomorrow!
- I'm sure she's in good hands.
- Mom, it's not about that!
- What is it?
- She reckons
that she's gonna die.
She had a vision.
- Son.
Liz is a lovely girl.
She is.
But from the look
of her, I'd say
she's had more
than her fair share
of 'visions'.
- Dad.
You have to get me out of here,
please.
- Mate, she hasn't even
been in touch.
Just because you wanna see her
doesn't mean
she wants to see you.
I agree with your mom.
This is exactly
where you need to be right now.
- Dad.
- It'll be all right, son.
- Do you really think
we did the right thing?
I mean maybe we should have
tried to get him out of there
so he could be there
for that girl.
- Dee-Dee, he's been sectioned.
Even if I sic-ed the sharks
on them, it'd take
at least a day to shunt
an appeal past the Health Board.
- But what if she actually...
- What?
- It is brain surgery, Dave.
- Argh, she'll be fine.
- But what if?
How is Jay gonna take it?
- Yeah, right.
- I mean look,
at the end of the day,
if someone's gonna do it,
they're gonna do it
you can't stop them.
- That's our boy
you're talking about.
- I know, but what
are our options?
We can't just lock him
in his room for the rest
of his life or hire a goon
to follow him around?
All we can do is take
it one day at a time
and watch for the warning signs.
- Telling that girl
he wants to die
isn't a warning sign?
- Maybe.
Or maybe not.
Maybe the last few years
have been a chock-a-block full
of warning signs and we just
weren't paying attention.
Or maybe not.
Maybe he's gonna try again
tomorrow.
Or not for another 10 years
or maybe never.
- Who knows?
- But surely there is something
we can try to do?
- What?
All we can do is...
love him and let him be,
I reckon.
Because one day
we're gonna have to let him go
whether we like it or not.
- Shit!
- What?
- Bung wheel.
- Derek, we can't just stop--
- The caster's cactus.
You know, they oughta get some
of those solid stem wheels.
- Yeah mate,
they sound really good.
Get the other end, won't ya?
- Okay.
- Sorry love, we're just...
we're just wheeling him out.
- Watch his head...
- Jason.
There's an Elizabeth Myers
on the phone for you?
Do you wanna take the call?
- I'm so sorry, I didn't mean
to make you angry before.
I swear.
- I mean, you can't say shit
like that.
- I know, I shouldn't
have said it.
- No, you shouldn't have.
Hey, can you come see me?
- I get out
in three days, I think.
Is that okay?
- Not really, no.
- Still there?
- Yeah, sorry.
Should be fine.
I should be able to come.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
- Great.
I'll see you soon.
- Okay.
- Oi! Where do you think
you're going?
- Was that Jason?
- Sure was.
- Sneaky little bugger.
We've have a Black Alert
in ward seven.
Patient Jason Knight,
18-year-old male.
- Oi!
Black Alert, this is security.
Absconder spotted
in third floor stairwell.
Oi, come back!
Security 64. Almost had him
but the little shit got away.
He's off grounds. I guess
you better let the cops know.
- Hey.
Thanks so much for coming.
- Of course.
- They let you out okay?
- Yeah, they gave me a pass.
- That's nice of them.
- Yeah, they're alright.
- Pretty glamorous, huh?
- I love you, Liz.
- Do you want me
to go get a nurse?
- No.
- Look, I can stay if you want
stay till the morning
when they come.
- No, you can't.
- Why not?
Is this the spirit nest?
- I need you to take it
and hang it
in your room, tonight.
- Why?
- It needs to be
in the home of a loved one.
- Okay.
- I'll take it home real quick
and I'll come back.
- No, you need to be beside it
at the moment of passing.
Otherwise my spirit
won't find its way.
- Liz, is this for real?
- I'm gonna die tomorrow.
Nothing is more certain.
- You can't say stuff
like that, Liz.
- You don't have to believe me.
You just need
to do this thing for me.
Will you?
- Liz I...
I wish I could take your place.
I so wish I could do that.
I wish I could do that for you.
- You can't.
But you can do as you promised.
I have to prepare.
Bye, beautiful boy.
- Bye...
Liz.
- Jay sweetie,
what are you doing home?
- How come you're not
in the psych ward, son?
- I ran away.
- What? Why?
- To see Liz...
- So, are we gonna have the cops
knocking on the door now?
- I don't know.
- You planning on going back?
- I don't know.
- What's that?
Did you do a craft class?
- It's in case Liz dies.
- You want a hand
with that, son?
- No, I'm good.
- It's okay, I've got it.
Here you go.
- No, I'm gonna need
something else to hang it.
- It's okay.
I've got just the thing.
- Your mom will have
what you need, mate.
She's great
with this sort of thing.
- Dad, do you...
Do you love Mom?
- Of course I do!
What sort of question is that?
- Here.
Try this.
- Thanks.
- See?
Perfect
Actually...
This reminds me of when
we were setting up your nursery.
Remember that, babe?
Your mom wanted to hang
this ultra modern artsy-fartsy
mobile thing over your cot.
I swear
the entire thing was made
out of bits of broken glass
and razor blades.
Nearly lost an arm trying
to get it out of the box.
Anyway, I spent about half
an hour up a ladder...
- Hello?
- Am I speaking
to Mr. Jason Knight?
- Yeah.
- This is Chaplain Adam Bentley
of the Sydney Royal Hospital.
I'm afraid
I have bad news for you.
Ms. Elizabeth Myers
passed away this morning
at 11 AM during surgery.
- She's dead?
- I'm afraid so.
I'm sorry for your loss.
I've been told
it was a high risk...
- Heard
this deemster's got a kick.
The real deal.
- No shit.
Where'd he snag it?
- Came up on this dude
in Taos.
- Hey, Liz. You cool?
- Yeah.
Um, just gonna chill.
Marinate a bit.
- So how's your day
going, brother?
- It's going...
- Hey so tell me,
what are the chicks like at UNS?
- Heaps of action, hey?
I got a mate that went there.
He reckons it was
a full-on minge binge.
You mind if I crank up this up?
- Huh?
- The tunes, bro.
Do you mind
if I crank it up a bit?
Man, there's some
stonkin' racks around here!
Is one of these your crib?
- No.
- Booty call, hey?
You sly dog.
Anyway mate,
have a good one, brother.
- Yeah.
- Ah, fuck me!
- Fuck, man!
What the fuck are
you trying to KMS for?
Fuck, man!
I've got some young kid here
he's just tried
to top himself...
- I'm Meredith Knight.
I'm here for my son,
Jason Knight.
- Okay.
- Where can I find him?
- Uh, just a second.
Knight?
- If you could put a priority
on that, please.
- Sure, I can do that.
- Jason Knight?
I am Dr. Freeda Yussuf,
the psychiatry registrar.
I'm here to see how
we can help you.
I have a police report that says
a man dragged you off a cliff.
He said you were going to jump.
Were you?
- Yeah, I guess so, yeah.
- You were?
I'm sorry to hear that.
What was going through
your head, Jason?
What were you feeling?
Sad, frustrated, angry?
- Nothing.
- Nothing?
- I don't feel anything.
- Where are you anyway?
I called you a hundred times!
- I was in the board room.
The phone was in the office.
Is he okay?
- What kind of fucking question
is that?
He just tried
to jump off a cliff!
- I mean physically.
Is he injured?
- I don't know.
He's in Emergency
with a psychiatrist.
- All right, calm down, Dee.
I'm heading over now.
- Don't tell me
to calm the fuck down!
This is all your fault!
Look, try and keep it together.
I'll be there in a flash.
- Fucking asshole!
- What about prescription drugs?
Are you taking any medications?
- Um.
No.
- Have you been
on medication before?
- Yeah.
- Do you remember what?
- Citalo-something.
- Citalopram.
You do know that
is prescribed for depression?
- Are we still on
for lunch tomorrow?
- Let me call you.
- Oh, Jay, my darling!
Jay, don't you ever
do that again.
You hear me?
Don't ever do that to me again.
You okay?
- Yeah, I'm sorry, Mom.
- Thank you, nurse.
We'll be fine.
- Oh, Mrs. Knight, the doctor
would like to see you as well.
- Yes, of course.
What about Jay?
- We'll keep an eye on him.
You take a seat, Jay.
Your mom won't be too long.
- Jay, promise me
you won't move, okay?
Beautiful, promise me?
- Yeah.
- Here, here.
Which way?
- And what happened?
- I was feeling a bit
off in the desert.
But I didn't think much of it.
Then on the plane, I started
shaking like a vibrator
in an earthquake!
It didn't stop, even when
they gave me five blankets.
And then I went to the bathroom
and I discovered this rash.
- Oh, that's a beauty.
- It's also on my leg.
- Really?
- Have you been putting
anything on that?
- Peppermint oil
and I took some ren shen
and bai zhu.
- Ta.
And any other symptoms?
- Yeah actually, I've been
feeling a bit breathless
maybe because of the shakes.
- No local emergency contact?
- No.
I just dumped my stuff
and came straight here.
- Okay.
- Oh yeah, I also have
my travel insurance.
- That's okay.
You hang on to that.
We'll grab it off you later.
You can go and have a seat
and I'll let you know
when a doctor can see you.
- Oh, bless you.
Thank you so much
for your kindness.
- Bless you, too.
- Is there a trick to that?
There must be, I mean,
how many variations
could there be?
- 43 quintillion.
- Man, that's like more than
there are stars in the universe.
- No, it's not.
- It's taking
such a toll on my marriage.
- Yes.
- No one seems
to be able to help.
I don't know how much
more of this I can take.
- Yes, yes.
These situations can be tough.
- Yes.
- But we must focus on Jason.
- Of course.
- Now tell me, how long has
this been going on with Jason?
- Oh my God, he's been in
and out of therapy for years.
No one knows what's wrong
with him.
I've been told everything
under the sun.
He's got borderline personality.
He's got depression.
He's got depersonalization
- Depersonalization
is a symptom, not a diagnosis.
- Well, no wonder
I'm fucking confused!
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- Man, you know you've been
living off the grid too long
when the shopping
channel is watchable.
I'm Liz.
Who are you?
- Jay.
- It's nice to meet you, Jay.
So what are you in for?
- I am going
to be honest with you
the priority here is to assess
whether Jason poses
further risk to himself.
- You mean...?
- One attempt increases
the chances of a second
which in turn increases
the risk of completion.
- Completion?
- An outcome that is fatal.
- Oh my god,
what are we gonna do?
- I would have
to talk to my boss.
But we could try to get
to the bottom of things
by admitting Jason
into our facility
- No!
No, absolutely not!
You cannot take my son
away from me.
What will everyone say?
- What do you mean?
There is no stigma attached
to mental illness.
- Are you fucking kidding me?
I am not having my son
in the nuthouse!
- This is not the nuthouse!
- You know what I mean.
Therapy is just fine.
- Admitting your son
could be the safest option.
- He's safe at home, doctor.
I won't take my eyes off him.
I have a lunch tomorrow,
I will cancel that right now.
- So what is he,
mad, bad or sad?
- Sad.
- How sad?
- Enough for us to detain him.
- Is he displaying signs
of anything
other than depression?
- I could not get enough
from him
for a threshold diagnosis.
But I do sense signs
of social withdrawal
maybe even internalized
identity flux.
- Internalized identity flux?
You sure you're not
overthinking this, Fred?
- Lucas, come on!
Do not give me the short shrift
on this one.
- So what' the family situation?
- Wealthy, only child.
The mother is involved.
Perhaps too much.
The father, I do not know.
Apparently, he is on his way.
- Clinic three?
- Yes, doctor.
- I'll be there in ten.
Is he still showing signs
of ideation?
- He claims he is not, but-
- Fred, bed block
is like Pitt Street.
Patient flow is down
to a trickle.
- Lucas.
- Unless the boy's dangling
a foot off the roof
send him home with his mother
and make an appointment
with Acute for tomorrow.
- Elizabeth Myers
please come
to the reception desk.
Elizabeth Myers.
- May you be like a lotus, Jay.
At ease in muddy waters.
- Hasn't that fucking father
of yours arrived yet?
Come on.
You okay?
Yes?
- I'm here,
where are you?
- We're on our way home.
- What?
Why didn't you call me?
- Why didn't you
get there on time?
Fucking dickhead,
learn how to drive!
- Dee, Dee?
You all right?
- I'm sorry,
I'm sorry sweetheart.
- What was that? Dee...
Hello?
- How the fuck
are we gonna face everyone?
It's gonna be like
when they found out
that Calvert-Lewin kid
was retarded.
- Shh, keep it down, Dee.
He might be listening.
- Doubt it. He's probably zoning
out to some emo-chill-grime
or some shit.
- If that's what you think
of our boy
no wonder he tried to-
- You can talk!
You never wanted him
in the first place!
- Don't be ridiculous.
- I'm not being ridiculous!
If you had it your way
you'd have coat-hangered
me yourself!
Business was always too
fucking-important,
"Dave Knight".
- Look who's talking.
All you wanted
was a fashion accessory.
A baby in a designer pram.
- What are you talking about?
- Pity he had to grow up.
- Fuck off!
- Good idea, hit the vodka.
You want a Valium
chaser with that?
- Shut the fuck up!
- Whoa!
The ice queen striketh.
- Ha-fucking-ha, dickhead!
- All right, look, can we...
What are we gonna do?
- I don't know.
I have no idea.
The fucking shrinks
don't even know what to do.
- I mean, he has always
been an oddball.
But I never imagined
he'd do something like this.
- I just thought
he was withdrawn.
- Withdrawn?
He has never had a friend.
Never shown any
interest in girls or...
- Or what?
- Or anything along those lines.
I mean, I don't even think he...
- What?
- You know...
- Oh, Dave!
- I'm serious.
What did that shrink
have to say?
- She gave me this.
- "My Reasons To Live"
"Making My Space Safe"
- Stupid, huh?
- What is this shit?
- She wants us to try
and get him to fill it out
or something.
You give it a try!
- Mate!
How ya doin', Jay?
So...
What happened, son?
Fill me in.
- I don't know.
- Is it something your Mom
and me aren't doing?
I mean, we have tried
to give you everything,
haven't we?
- I guess so.
- Tell you what?
That headshrinker you saw
wants you to fill this out.
What do you say you do it
with the old man?
Come on, sit up.
I know things are tough
but it's nothing
we can't get through together.
You got a pen?
Right, let's have a look.
"My Reasons To Live"
That's a good question.
What do you reckon?
What've you got to live for?
- Nothing, really.
- Come on, mate.
There's gotta be something.
How about us?
- Who?
- Your mom and me!
How do you think
we'd feel if we lost you?
Go on, put that down: Mom & Dad.
Right, what else?
- I don't know.
- What about your books?
You love all that
egghead stuff, don't ya?
Well, that's something.
Put that down.
"Professional Support"
Your mom says you're going back
to the hospital tomorrow
to have a yarn
with the mental health mob,
is that right?
Well, that's good.
Give that a tick.
You know what time?
- Ten, I think.
- Righto
I'll take the morning off work
drop you there,
pick you up after.
Bit of quality father-son time.
How does that sound?
- Good.
- Good.
Next.
"People I Can Talk To"
Well, there's me.
You can always talk to me,
you know that, don't you, mate?
- Dad-
- Hang on a tick.
Tell you what
tomorrow, after I drop you off
how about I let you
make your own way home?
Show a bit of trust.
That's what it's all about,
isn't it?
- Yeah, I guess.
- "Things I Can Do By Myself"
Now that's an interesting one.
What do you reckon?
What do you most like
to do by yourself?
See, I like watching war docos.
Well, Vietnam mostly.
Because man, that was a war.
All the military might
of the greatest superpower
on the planet versus a bunch
of jungle monkeys in pajamas
living off rats and rice...
- Valley Fever!
Can you believe it?
Trust me to pick up something
they've never seen before.
Airborne microbes or something?
I mean, I've been poked, prodded
and probed for twenty-four hours
and then they take a chunk
of lung out for testing.
Now I've gotta wait another hour
for a bus.
It's like my karma
is in a rut...
Jay!
It's Liz.
From yesterday?
- Oh, yeah.
- You feeling better today?
- Yeah, I guess, yeah.
- Well, we're just having
a chat. You wanna come join us?
Jay, this is Paul.
So what,
do you live around here?
- Nah, I was back
at the hospital.
- Oh yeah, how come?
Oh, that's right,
you're Mr Mysterious.
- I tried to kill myself.
- Oh man, I'm so sorry, I...
- It's okay.
- Can I ask why?
- It's hard to explain.
- What did the doctors say?
- Not much. They um
gave me more of these.
- All I got was antifungals.
They any good?
- Not really, no.
- Jay, mind
if I take your pulse?
- What?
- Give me your hand.
Come on, I'm not gonna bite.
There's hardly any qi
flowing through you.
- So what, you're like
a doctor or something?
- Do I look like a doctor?
- No, not really.
- I picked up some tips
from the monks.
- The monks?
- Yeah, I helped out
at a monastery in Cambodia
last year.
This should help.
It won't fix all
of life's problems
but it will get things
flowing again.
This is...
Qing Ling.
And this is Ji Quan.
'Highest Spring'
Let me know if it's too painful.
- No, it's okay.
- Oh, I think this is my stop.
Come on, Jay.
I found this place online.
Cat Stay.
I feed Mia, water the plants
I get to live here
for a week, rent-free
just enough time to find a van.
- A van?
Like a car?
- Yeah.
My home for the next year.
You didn't think I'd be staying
in Sydney, did you?
- I didn't really
think about it.
- I don't do urban.
Not for long, anyway.
Take a seat,
make yourself at home.
- So where are you headed?
- First stop, Byron Bay.
But I need to cash-up first.
So I'll probably
offer some Reiki
or something along the way.
I just need to be up there
by September
for a gathering in the forest.
- What for?
- To celebrate life.
Medicine.
Magic.
Music.
- Oh, so like a festival?
- Jay, where have you been?
Festivals are a drag.
They're run by a bunch
of corporate douche bags
out for profit.
- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, they are.
- They have no core values.
- None.
- So tell me, what's your story?
- I don't really have a story.
- Come on, you must have
something to share.
Are you seeing anyone?
- No.
- Why not?
You're not a bad catch.
- I'm not good with people.
- People?
Well, I guess we could
be considered people.
Did you see that?
- What?
- The way she blinked.
There, she did it again!
That's how cats say 'I love you'
- Fatigued spring
vegetable truffle
over squid-ink flatbread
under a light umami shower.
- Chteau d'Camprasse,
Marsanne Roussanne 2010.
An excellent choice, sir.
- Yeah thanks, it's good.
Well, cheers, big ears.
Bordeaux not
to your satisfaction?
- Dave, really?
- What?
You've had a sour look
on your dial since we got here.
- Do you blame me?
I mean, look at where we are.
- An exquisitely appointed
private dining room?
- Yeah.
Private!
Precisely!
Everything that we do
is in private.
Sneaking into hotel rooms
hiding in back rooms.
I mean, all we do is eat,
drink, snort and fuck!
- That's not a bad...
What would you call that?
A quad-fecta?
- You know, I don't even believe
you're gonna leave her.
- Darling, I'm working on it.
But with everything
that's happening with Jay
the last thing I can do
right now is bring up divorce.
- There's always something,
isn't there?
- My love, we just have
to wait until the boy
gets through whatever this is
that he's going through.
- Then let's wait then.
In fact, let's go on a break?
- What?
That's the last thing I need.
I'm only getting through this
because of you.
- Maybe you should think
about getting through this
on your own.
- Hang on, Sammy!
I'll call you later.
- Call me
when you sort your shit out.
- What a fucking week!
- Faster Jay!
You don't want them to burn.
- Sorry.
- I take it
you don't cook too much?
- No.
Not really.
- Well, you're doing good.
- Hey, let's capture
our first cook up.
- What's that?
- It's my camera!
Here, you hold it.
- You still haven't told me
why you have such an axe
to grind with life?
- What do you mean?
- I mean...
Why bail out?
- Do you really wanna know?
- I asked, didn't I?
- It's because nothing
means anything.
- How did you figure that?
- I looked into a black hole.
- Whoa, astral travel much?
- I crunched the numbers.
Everything from
the 'event horizon'
to the 'singularity'.
- Well, that sounds interesting.
But what's it got
to do with ending it all?
- Everything.
There's nothing there.
We're all just a bunch of atoms
that come from nothing
and go to nothing
so what's the point
of everything in between?
- Everything in between
is the point, Jay.
'Life is moments'
- Is that what it says?
- Pretty much, in Khmer.
I got it done Yantra style.
You can touch it if you like.
The priests do it
with bamboo sticks.
First, they sharpen them
and they dip them in ink
and then they tap them
in with a hammer.
- Did it hurt?
- Like nothing
you've ever imagined.
I had to meditate
on a higher level
just to deal with the pain.
And then the pain
morphed into pleasure.
It was like a purge.
It was so intense.
I think I had a psychic orgasm.
- So what's got her thong
in a knot?
- The seating
at the 'Profusion' do.
- See, I can't say I blame her.
But then I thought
Ashley prided herself
on carefully curated
party planning.
- So did I.
- Good cause though:
mental health.
I'm sorry.
- I'm just gonna give Jay
a quick call.
- Yes, of course.
- Hey.
- Hello darling.
Just checking in to see
you made it home all right.
- Uh, I'm not home yet.
- What?
Where are you?
- In the city.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, Mom, I'm in the city.
- All right sweetheart,
I don't want you to move
a muscle.
I'll be right there, okay.
Just stay exactly where you are.
Waiter!
Check, please!
I'll be right there, okay?
- Mom, it's fine,
my Uber is almost here.
- An Uber?
Where are you going?
- Home.
- Jay...
Promise me
you'll go straight home.
- Yes Mom, I'm going home.
- I'll be there as soon
as I can, all right?
- Okay.
- Darls, what's wrong?
- I have no idea what to do.
- You have to go?
- It's fine. It's fine.
Two more, please. Two more.
- Dave, slow down!
It looks like you'll eat
the horse and the rider.
- Yeah, sorry had to skip lunch.
Hello darling.
Here, help yourself.
- Everything's gonna be fine,
I can just feel it. Hey?
- Yes, we're gonna get
through this, aren't we, honey?
- Sure you don't want a bit more
on your plate there, big fella?
This duck is to die for!
- Dave!
- Oh.
Sorry mate, I didn't mean to...
- No, Dad, it's fine.
- Attaboy.
Kid hasn't lost
his sense of humor.
So, I hear you went on
a bit of an excursion today?
- Yeah.
Sorry.
- No need to apologize, mate.
But it is important
you keep us in the loop.
Anything interesting happen?
- I met someone.
- You met someone?
- Where?
- At the hospital.
- Nice one!
What's their name?
- Liz.
- She's a girl?
Did you get her number?
- Yeah.
- Good man!
Don't let her get away.
- Well, I'm seeing her again.
- When?
- All right!
- On Thursday.
- Where abouts?
- At the hospital.
- What is she,
a nurse or something?
- No, Mom.
She's seeing the doctors,
and she asked me
to meet her there.
- Is that her?
- Yeah.
- Hang on a sec, son.
Show the girl a good time.
- Dad, it's not like that.
- Not like what?
Here!
I'm proud of you, mate.
Liz!
Hey, guess what I found out?
Whoa, what's wrong?
- It's more serious
than they thought.
- What? The desert fever thing?
- Acute disseminated
cocci-ido something...
It's in my nervous system.
They want me back
at the hospital tomorrow
to pump me full of chemicals.
- It says here that you can...
- I just need water.
- Yeah.
- Is there anything else
I could do?
- Can you help me up?
I need to get back to my place.
- Yeah, of course.
Hey, um...
Maybe...
Maybe you should come stay
at mine for a bit?
What do you reckon?
- Are your parents home?
- No, I don't think so.
- Where abouts are yours?
- My dad left
before I was born
and mom died when I was young.
- Sorry.
- Nice place.
- It says here
that it can be flushed out.
- It also says it can kill you.
- But only in rare cases.
Let me look up the probability.
- Jay!
- What?
Sorry.
- You shouldn't say sorry
so much.
- Sorr... um.
Yeah, okay.
Mom?
- Hey darling.
How are you feeling?
- Yeah, all right.
- Good.
- Let me know
if you need anything, okay?
- Okay.
- Okay.
Mom?
- Yeah.
- I have a friend over.
Is it okay
if she stays for dinner?
- A friend?
Of course.
- Jay...
Where is she?
- In bed.
- Dave!
He's got a girl up there.
- What? Where?
- In bed!
- He's got a bird in his bed?
Talk about bouncing back!
- I wonder who she is?
- It's gotta be that one
I saw this morning.
- What's she like?
- A little bit older
than I expected.
A looker, though. Good on him.
Breast or leg, Liz?
- Oh, I'm okay, thank you.
- Caesar salad, darling?
- Mom, Liz doesn't eat meat.
- Jay, why didn't you say so?
I could've cooked more veggies!
- It's okay, I'm not actually
that hungry anyway.
- Are you sure? I think
I've got some tofu
in the fridge.
I can get that ready.
- I think she's all right, babe.
You all right, Liz?
- Yeah.
Thank you so much
for your hospitality.
I'll just have a potato.
- No worries.
Help yourself.
- Thanks.
- So Liz,
what's on for tomorrow?
- Just going back
to the hospital.
- Oh, nothing too serious,
I hope?
- Um, just getting hooked up
to a drip.
- A drip?
- Mom, Liz has acute
disseminated coccidioidomycosis.
- Cock-a-what?
- Kok-sid-ee-oy-doh-my-koh-sis.
- Jeez, that sounds horrendous.
- Dave!
- It's not infectious?
- No, Mom.
- Are you sure?
- Yes, it's fungal,
not bacterial.
It's not infectious.
- So how does one go about
catching something like that?
- Babe!
- Hm?
- Give me a sec.
- Easy, tiger.
- Sorry, Dad,
just grabbing Liz a blanket.
- Everything all right?
- Yeah.
- You sure?
I just don't know what
to do about Liz.
- Mate, you're already doing it.
Just keep showing her support
and you'll be rewarded
in ways you cannot imagine.
- Dad.
Coccidioidomycosis is serious.
- Mate, half the time
I reckon the quacks
make up these words
so they can sound smart
saying them.
I don't think it's as bad that.
And I've gotta say
you are an absolute trooper
for taking her on.
Most blokes would've run a mile.
- She hasn't got anyone.
- C'mon.
Everyone's got someone.
- She hasn't!
- Jay.
- Yeah, Mom?
- Just checking to see
if everything's okay.
- Yeah, thanks.
- All right.
Well, I'm here if you need me.
- Okay, cheers.
- Care for a cold one, love?
- Oh, no I am good, thanks.
- May I?
- Of course.
It's your place, Mr. Knight.
- Please. Dave.
- Okay, Dave.
- So...
where are you from, Liz?
- All over, I guess.
- All over?
- Yeah.
I've been on the road
since I finished school
but I grew up
just outside of San Francisco.
- San Fran.
Should've known.
- How come?
- If ever I could've
been anywhere, at anytime
it would have been
Haight-Ashbury
in the Summer of Love.
- Oh you take me for a tie-dyed
hippy barefoot on acid, huh?
- Of course not.
I was just saying.
- Well, my Grandmother was,
and I was named after her so...
- Well, there you go.
They had the best
of both worlds back then,
didn't they?
Ideals and fun.
- I was talking
with Jay about that.
- To Jay?
- Yeah.
He's a good kid.
- He is.
I can get you one
of those, if you like.
- I'm good, thanks.
Though I'd kill for a joint.
- Coming right up.
- Actually, I can't smoke
at the moment.
My lungs...
I forgot.
- Ah yeah.
What about a bit of CBD?
- Really?
You could hook that up.
- I'm not that old, love.
Man, I'd so love that.
- No worries.
I'll see what I can do.
- Thanks.
- So, this fungus thing
is a tough blow.
How are you holding up?
- Still processing, I guess.
- Jay tells me
you've got travel insurance
which is good.
But it never covers
everything, does it?
There's always extras.
I just want you
to know, whatever they are
we've got you covered.
- Really, Dave?
- Yeah, you've got enough
to worry about.
- I couldn't accept that.
It's way too generous.
- Liz...
I admire your grit.
I really do.
But you don't have
to do this on your own.
Tell you what?
I'll leave the offer
on the table.
Any expenses you can't cover,
medical or otherwise
you just let Jay know.
- Thank you so much, Dave.
- My privilege, love.
G'day, mate.
Just keeping your spot warm
for you.
- Cheers, Dad.
- Oh, and Liz if you wanna stay
the night, no problem.
No problem at all.
- Thanks, Dave.
- Of course, love.
- The gods are taking pictures.
- No, it's just
an electric charge
in an unbalanced atmosphere.
- Spoiler alert.
- Sorry.
- It's okay.
- Sorry.
- Jay!
- But yeah,
gods could be taking pictures.
- You think?
It's way out to sea.
It's not gonna reach us.
- Sammy!
- Ugh,
what do you want?
- I'm having withdrawal
symptoms, babe.
- Well,
there's one remedy for that
and you know what it is.
- Getting there, darling.
It's a work in progress,
but it is looking good.
- Then how come
you're whispering?
- Just got a few people over.
- Dave,
you're pathetic.
- Sammy, come on,
give a bloke a chance
- I told you before:
don't call me
till you've sorted
out your shit.
- Sam.
Sam?
- It's not gonna reach us, huh?
- Come on, let's go inside.
- I reckon our boy
might pop his cherry tonight
- Dave!
- Just saying.
- Well, I'm saying:
three days ago he was jumping
off a cliff
and now he's jumping
out of his skin
for some infected hippie
who looks nearly my age!
- Only 'cause you
look so young, babe.
- Dave! This is serious!
I mean, what the fuck?
- Settle down.
He's happy for once.
Do you wanna discourage him?
- Cop this: cocksy-whatever.
"A rare disease contracted
by airborne fungus spores."
Yuck!
"Most common
in the Mojave Desert."
The Mojave?
Jesus Christ, who is this woman?
- Someone who is bringing
our son back to life.
Anyway, don't worry
yourself about it.
Just have another drink.
- Fuck you!
- Fuck me?
- Yes, fuck you!
- No darling, fuck you!
- Where are you going?
- To jump off a cliff myself.
After I've had one last beer...
- Prick.
- Cindy!
How are ya, babe?
Yeah, sorry I haven't called
in a while
it's been a busy...
couple of years.
Listen, last minute thing
but I just thought,
are you free now?
Oh, you're in Brissie?
Well, you ever feel like
visiting the old stomping
grounds, happy to fly you down.
Oh?
Oh, congratulations.
How old is he?
Hey, babe!
Good to know you kept my number.
Listen Lexi,
I know it's short notice
but what're you up to?
Yeah, now.
Well, here's the thing.
It's tragic really.
I got a bag of gak
burning a hole
in my back pocket
and no one to share it with.
You naughty, naughty girl.
Hold that position--
- Night, Jay.
- Goodnight.
Liz?
- Hm?
- "Out of suffering have emerged
the strongest souls;
the most massive characters
are seared with scars."
- Is that Kahlil Gibran?
- I don't know.
- You really are sweet.
Are you okay?
- Yeah, why?
- Your heart's beating fast.
Real fast like...
like a rabbit.
- Um, no. I think
that's just how it is.
I think it's always that way.
Okay, well, goodnight.
- Mom, can I use the car?
- What? What for?
- To take Liz to the hospital.
- Jay, you can't.
When was
the last time you drove?
- It's just to the hospital.
- Just catch an Uber,
sweetheart.
- But I wanna take her.
- I don't feel comfortable
with it. Okay?
- Why not?
- Hey Dave.
Jay is downstairs.
- I've got a prezzie
for you, love.
- What is it?
- Have a look.
- Oh my God.
Dave, this is a lot!
- It's good shit too.
- Thank you.
- How much do I owe you for it?
- That hug oughta cover it.
- You're even sweeter than Jay.
- I am not.
-What's wrong with it?
- You haven't driven for ages!
- I smell a Mexican standoff.
- Jay wants the car
- Yeah, to take Liz
to the hospital.
- Great idea, son!
Very thoughtful.
- Dave! He hasn't driven
since he got his license.
- He'll be fine.
Won't you, son?
- Yeah.
- What are you doing?
This is crazy!
Sweetheart, why don't you
take your Dad's car?
It's easier to maneuver.
Jay, I just got it washed.
Can't watch!
Darling, don't crash it!
The wall, the wall,
the wall, the wall!
Oh my God.
Jay!
To the right, to the right.
- Where's the volume
on this thing?
- Here.
- Wait, where are you going?
- To the carpark.
- No, drop me off in front.
- I'm coming in with you, yeah?
No, Jay. You're not.
- Why not?
- It's an intense treatment.
I'll probably feel like shit.
And look like shit too.
- I don't care.
- Well, I do.
Call it the Leo in me.
I just need
to do this on my own.
- Liz.
When do I see you again?
- I don't know, Jay.
Could be a while.
I'll message you.
- See the fungal infection
has established
a beachhead, if you like,
in your meninges
between the skull and brain.
I suspect
your body's immune response
may have stonewalled
the infection
to contain it, like an abscess.
In your case, the lesion
is pressing against the brain.
Unfortunately,
we're past the point
where intravenous therapy
will have any effect.
However, we can operate
on the focus of infection.
It would be considered
high-risk surgery
but we have an excellent
neurosurgery team here
who've been in touch
with the Mayo Clinic
about your case.
Elizabeth?
- Hey, Liz...
I hope you're feeling better.
maybe we could
take the car out
and go for a drive somewhere.
Oh, God.
- You've got
such a gentle touch, Annie.
- There you go, love.
- Jay, what are you doing here?
- I thought I'd bring you
some of these.
- I asked you not to come.
- Yeah, I know but you weren't
responding to my texts.
- That's because
I wanna be alone.
- Liz, are you okay?
- Can you just go, please.
- What about these?
- Just leave them anywhere.
- No mate.
No, you're gonna go back
to that spinnaker-gutted bastard
and tell him
I'll take a kombucha colonic
before I close for that.
Well, you better bloody hope so,
mate
or you'll be joining the rest
of the fuckin' deadwood.
Sorry son, where were we?
- I just don't know what
to do about Liz, Dad.
- Yeah, right.
Well, the thing is sometimes
women just need their space
and all a bloke
can do is listen.
- But what if she doesn't
contact me again?
- Ah, she'll come around.
I've had plenty
of experience at this.
- Right.
- Cold one?
- Yeah, sure.
- Let me tell you a story.
When I met your mom,
she didn't want a bar of me.
She thought I was some
try-hard flash-in-the-pan.
Can you believe that?
But I knew she was the one.
And I knew she just needed time
to come to her senses.
So, I was courteous, friendly,
but kept a respectful distance.
Up yours.
- Thanks.
- She was seeing
this other bloke at the time,
Randall Fox.
I knew that wasn't gonna last.
You see, old Foxy
couldn't help dipping his pen
in the company ink
if you know what I mean.
So one night, she decides
to surprise him after work
and catches him giving one
to his PA over the desk.
You know what your mom's like.
She grabs a ream of A4 paper,
clocks him over the head
knocks him out cold.
- For real?
- Yeah.
Saw it on the security footage.
I tell you.
She's a trimmer,
that mom of yours.
- The Wang Corp deck-
Sorry David,
I didn't realize you--
- No worries, love.
Just plonk it on the desk.
Thanks, darling.
- So what was your point, Dad?
- The point is, I waited.
After everything went down
I gave her a shoulder to cry on.
Told her what bastards
I think men are.
Became her bestie.
Next thing you know, it was on!
- So you scammed her?
- No.
I let her unload
and then told her
what she wanted to hear.
And look at us now,
still married going on
twenty-odd years.
How many people can boast that?
And best of all, we've got you.
- How does this...
How does this help me with Liz?
- Just wait it out, son.
Kill some time.
- What the hell?
- We can fit in you in
for surgery tomorrow but...
I notice you have
no next of kin.
It might be wise
to nominate someone.
- I'm so sorry.
- I have always been able
to navigate
my way through life's seasons
but nothing could prepare me
for a winter like this.
- You made it through
every other winter.
- I'm not gonna make it
through this one.
I saw my death, Jay.
- I mean, how do you know
it wasn't just a bad dream?
- I know it sounds spacey
but it was real.
I know it was.
Hey can you grab that for me?
Thanks.
I need more of these.
I'm making a spirit nest.
- A what?
- A spirit nest.
It's for catching souls.
- Hey Liz!
Liz, I think I found one.
I think it's from a sea eagle.
Maybe you're right, Jay.
Maybe we are
just a bunch of atoms.
Aimless and disconnected.
- Yeah, but we are connected.
- That's not
what you said before.
- But it's different now.
- How?
- If you go...
I go.
- What do you mean?
- Liz, you do know
that I'm only staying alive
for you, right?
- What the fuck..?
- Liz.
- Don't fucking touch me.
- Liz.
Liz.
- You're such
an ungrateful asshole!
- Come on, Liz...
- I'm fucking knocking
on death's door
and you're just threatening
to throw it all away!
- I didn't mean
to make you angry.
- You wanna kill yourself?
Go right ahead!
Go fucking jump off a cliff
for all I care!
- Please, Liz!
- There's a cliff right there!
Go jump!
- Please, Liz.
- Just take me back now!
- Liz!
- How'd you go?
- The boy is still denying
that he is suicidal.
- And what's your take?
- What is your take?
You have seen the statement
from the woman.
She is insistent
he will complete
if anything happens to her.
- It's all a bit
he said, she said
but if the kid
insists he's okay?
- I do not think he is okay.
- This is the second time he
is brought in from a cliff.
If we discharge him again and
he jumps
it will not be on me!
- All right.
Bring him in.
- "Mental health consumers
have a right to respect"
"For their individual
human dignity and worth"
"A right to respect
for their privacy
and confidentiality..."
- It's all very well
to say that, son.
But after everything
that's happened...
I don't know what to believe.
- Dad, I don't fucking care
what you believe!
- Please don't talk
to your father that way!
- No, but this is bullshit.
- I mean, you can't honestly say
that those psychs
made the wrong call.
- They did!
And now I'm stuck in here!
- Because of what you said.
- I didn't mean it!
- Well, there's the rub!
First, you say you're going
to jump, now you say you're not!
It's not as if
there's no precedent.
- I just got caught up
in the moment.
- Jay, Jay.
Maybe it's a good thing,
beautiful.
I mean, I hate the idea
of you being stuck in here
but it's just
for just a few days.
- I don't have a few days, Mom!
The surgery is tomorrow!
- I'm sure she's in good hands.
- Mom, it's not about that!
- What is it?
- She reckons
that she's gonna die.
She had a vision.
- Son.
Liz is a lovely girl.
She is.
But from the look
of her, I'd say
she's had more
than her fair share
of 'visions'.
- Dad.
You have to get me out of here,
please.
- Mate, she hasn't even
been in touch.
Just because you wanna see her
doesn't mean
she wants to see you.
I agree with your mom.
This is exactly
where you need to be right now.
- Dad.
- It'll be all right, son.
- Do you really think
we did the right thing?
I mean maybe we should have
tried to get him out of there
so he could be there
for that girl.
- Dee-Dee, he's been sectioned.
Even if I sic-ed the sharks
on them, it'd take
at least a day to shunt
an appeal past the Health Board.
- But what if she actually...
- What?
- It is brain surgery, Dave.
- Argh, she'll be fine.
- But what if?
How is Jay gonna take it?
- Yeah, right.
- I mean look,
at the end of the day,
if someone's gonna do it,
they're gonna do it
you can't stop them.
- That's our boy
you're talking about.
- I know, but what
are our options?
We can't just lock him
in his room for the rest
of his life or hire a goon
to follow him around?
All we can do is take
it one day at a time
and watch for the warning signs.
- Telling that girl
he wants to die
isn't a warning sign?
- Maybe.
Or maybe not.
Maybe the last few years
have been a chock-a-block full
of warning signs and we just
weren't paying attention.
Or maybe not.
Maybe he's gonna try again
tomorrow.
Or not for another 10 years
or maybe never.
- Who knows?
- But surely there is something
we can try to do?
- What?
All we can do is...
love him and let him be,
I reckon.
Because one day
we're gonna have to let him go
whether we like it or not.
- Shit!
- What?
- Bung wheel.
- Derek, we can't just stop--
- The caster's cactus.
You know, they oughta get some
of those solid stem wheels.
- Yeah mate,
they sound really good.
Get the other end, won't ya?
- Okay.
- Sorry love, we're just...
we're just wheeling him out.
- Watch his head...
- Jason.
There's an Elizabeth Myers
on the phone for you?
Do you wanna take the call?
- I'm so sorry, I didn't mean
to make you angry before.
I swear.
- I mean, you can't say shit
like that.
- I know, I shouldn't
have said it.
- No, you shouldn't have.
Hey, can you come see me?
- I get out
in three days, I think.
Is that okay?
- Not really, no.
- Still there?
- Yeah, sorry.
Should be fine.
I should be able to come.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
- Great.
I'll see you soon.
- Okay.
- Oi! Where do you think
you're going?
- Was that Jason?
- Sure was.
- Sneaky little bugger.
We've have a Black Alert
in ward seven.
Patient Jason Knight,
18-year-old male.
- Oi!
Black Alert, this is security.
Absconder spotted
in third floor stairwell.
Oi, come back!
Security 64. Almost had him
but the little shit got away.
He's off grounds. I guess
you better let the cops know.
- Hey.
Thanks so much for coming.
- Of course.
- They let you out okay?
- Yeah, they gave me a pass.
- That's nice of them.
- Yeah, they're alright.
- Pretty glamorous, huh?
- I love you, Liz.
- Do you want me
to go get a nurse?
- No.
- Look, I can stay if you want
stay till the morning
when they come.
- No, you can't.
- Why not?
Is this the spirit nest?
- I need you to take it
and hang it
in your room, tonight.
- Why?
- It needs to be
in the home of a loved one.
- Okay.
- I'll take it home real quick
and I'll come back.
- No, you need to be beside it
at the moment of passing.
Otherwise my spirit
won't find its way.
- Liz, is this for real?
- I'm gonna die tomorrow.
Nothing is more certain.
- You can't say stuff
like that, Liz.
- You don't have to believe me.
You just need
to do this thing for me.
Will you?
- Liz I...
I wish I could take your place.
I so wish I could do that.
I wish I could do that for you.
- You can't.
But you can do as you promised.
I have to prepare.
Bye, beautiful boy.
- Bye...
Liz.
- Jay sweetie,
what are you doing home?
- How come you're not
in the psych ward, son?
- I ran away.
- What? Why?
- To see Liz...
- So, are we gonna have the cops
knocking on the door now?
- I don't know.
- You planning on going back?
- I don't know.
- What's that?
Did you do a craft class?
- It's in case Liz dies.
- You want a hand
with that, son?
- No, I'm good.
- It's okay, I've got it.
Here you go.
- No, I'm gonna need
something else to hang it.
- It's okay.
I've got just the thing.
- Your mom will have
what you need, mate.
She's great
with this sort of thing.
- Dad, do you...
Do you love Mom?
- Of course I do!
What sort of question is that?
- Here.
Try this.
- Thanks.
- See?
Perfect
Actually...
This reminds me of when
we were setting up your nursery.
Remember that, babe?
Your mom wanted to hang
this ultra modern artsy-fartsy
mobile thing over your cot.
I swear
the entire thing was made
out of bits of broken glass
and razor blades.
Nearly lost an arm trying
to get it out of the box.
Anyway, I spent about half
an hour up a ladder...
- Hello?
- Am I speaking
to Mr. Jason Knight?
- Yeah.
- This is Chaplain Adam Bentley
of the Sydney Royal Hospital.
I'm afraid
I have bad news for you.
Ms. Elizabeth Myers
passed away this morning
at 11 AM during surgery.
- She's dead?
- I'm afraid so.
I'm sorry for your loss.
I've been told
it was a high risk...