(WATER RUNS)
- (FOOTSTEPS) - GARY: Hey, Ems?
We gotta get you to bed, kid. It's late. (KNOCKS)
Emma, please answer me, sweetie.
Emma? (KNOCKS) Come on.
Ems?
Emma, this isn't funny! Open up!
Emma!
Emma, answer me right now!
Emma! Emma!
(SCREAMS)
(TYRES SCREECH, HORNS HONK)
Please, please, please, please!
Please!
Just stay with me, OK?
Daddy's here, baby. Daddy's here, daddy's here, daddy's here!
Please, please, please...
(CONTINUES PLEADING)
Help!
Help!!
It's gonna be OK. It's gonna be OK.
My daughter. She's 11 years old.
How's she doing?
(SOBS SOFTLY)
She's gonna be OK.
(IF I HAD A TAIL BY QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE PLAYS) ♪ Gitchy, gitchy
♪ Ooh, la-la
♪ Do run-run
♪ You won't get far
♪ I'm machine, obsolete
♪ Land of the free lobotomy... ♪
What about the psychiatrist?
Any progress?
Doesn't seem like it, does it?
Sarah...
Do you think what I did could have made this happen?
Gary, don't talk like that.
But what if it did?
What if she's so terrified about losing someone again
that she would... rather check out first?
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
She's awake.
You need to call an ambulance next time.
Hello, Emma.
Hmm.
Do you know why you did it, Emma?
No.
Did you want to harm yourself?
It's important that you answer that, Emma.
No.
Then, why did you do it?
I was scared.
Scared of what?
I was scared that it was going to happen again.
The panic attacks?
(CLICKING)
Why don't we try you on new medication?
Certainly wouldn't have put yourself in that position
if the fluoxetine had worked.
And we'll make sure Dad's responsible
for handing out the tablets this time, yeah?
How'd it go?
Oh. OK.
Where's the car?
Dropped it off at home.
Thought, uh, you and I could walk,
maybe get a little exercise.
I did PE today.
What should we do tonight?
Should we...
watch a movie?
- Should we get a dog? - Why?
Why not?
Wanna order some... pizza?
(DOOR CLOSES)
Hey, I'm gonna need you to grab the maple syrup.
I'm not hungry. - Bubs,
you barely touched your food last night.
I wasn't hungry last night.
Please? I don't think I can handle an eating disorder
on top of everything else.
Sorry.
What am I meant to do, Em?
I'm here, OK?
You've gotta help me so that I can help you.
You need to talk to someone?
I mean, other than Trevor?
You know you can always talk to your Aunty Sarah, right?
You can tell her anything. Anything.
And it can just stay between you both.
You don't need to tell me what you talk about.
Why do you do all this?
- What? - You go on and on about me!
That makes no sense, baby. You're my entire world.
Why do I have to talk to you?
You don't talk to me.
About what?
About your stuff.
The only thing I've got going on right now
is worrying about you.
You don't have a life.
(LAUGHS)
What?
You're unhappy.
It is my job to hold things together.
It's what parents are meant to do,
hold things together to help keep you safe.
Maybe you should help yourself.
- I miss your mother so much... - Oh, my God.
(SMOKE DETECTOR BEEPS)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Hey, you two!
Bye, bubs!
How is she?
We started the new medication.
Told her she could talk to you about anything.
OK. I'll gently encourage that.
I don't even need to know whatever she wants to talk about.
I'll just come pick her up. I won't even ask.
Maybe this is a bad idea? No, it's not, Gary.
It's been three weeks.
Don't worry. She's not gonna leave my sight.
Stay out as long as you need to.
Don't cut it short if it's going well.
I don't think that'll be necessary.
Pretty sure the woman I'm meeting
is just using this opportunity to practice speaking English.
What makes you think that?
Her Bumble profile
says she's studying English
and need to practice.
Oh. Well...
(LAUGHS)
Thanks, Sarah.
- Just keep an eye on her. - Gary.
- Call me if there's any issues... - Stop worrying!
Have fun. Bye!
(CAR SQUEAKS)
(TALKBACK RADIO PLAYS QUIETLY)
(SOBS QUIETLY)
(CLEARS THROAT SOFTLY)
You have door-ta.
Daughter. Daughter.
(IMITATES GARY) Daughter.
Yeah.
What is she name?
Her name is Emma.
- Emma. - Yeah.
My name is Mi-Gyung Cho.
I know.
Yes.
Your name Gary.
Yes. Yep. Yeah.
OK, teach me.
Teach you? Right. Teach you.
Um, let's see. This is a shopping mall.
Shopping mall.
Very good.
This is a date.
We are on a date.
- This is... - Mm.
Right, well, I'm just this way.
Mmm.
- Oh! - (SCREAMS)
- Ow! - I'm sorry! I'm so sorry.
Where did you come from? What the fuck is that?
- It's a chai tea latte. - Why is it so fucking hot?
I like it that way.
I'm gonna get you water, I promise. And napkins.
I'm just taking these.
Here. Come on.
Oh, my God. I mean, I can't understand how I managed to...
I feel like I made it worse.
The problem is that
you really need to stop drinking stuff that hot.
- It's not... - It's so bad for your oesophagus.
But, like, this clicker thing is never gonna work.
I... I need to know what I did.
Did I say something wrong? Did I do something wrong?
- Did I offend you? - No, you didn't.
You did nothing wrong.
Then, what?
I'm, um... I'm a complicated person, Gary.
I have a really complicated life. I...
I honestly shouldn't have gone out with you
in the first place.
OK.
I mean... Didn't mean it like that. Fuck.
I just meant I shouldn't have...
Ugh! I shouldn't have put myself in that position.
- I get it. - I wasn't thinking anything through.
- I get it. - No, you don't.
- Then tell me. - I can't.
Why?
Because it's...
I've... got baggage.
- I've got baggage. - (LAUGHS)
You don't have my baggage.
Then, what's your baggage?
I'm a 40-year-old, single father
who has a daughter who needs to be medicated
because nobody knows how to help.
I don't even know how to help her.
There was an accident.
She almost killed herself.
I know I need to be a source of stability for her,
but I don't know how much longer
I can keep up this facade before she watches me drown.
Emma was four when Lisa died.
We'd just brought this perfect, chubby little baby into the world,
and then Lisa was diagnosed.
She was so beautiful, Emma.
It was as if she'd been plucked from the universe
and given to us as this gift.
Lisa hung on as long as she could.
She fought so hard.
Tried every kind of chemo, every treatment possible,
but the cancer was just... so fucking aggressive.
Just never let her go.
It just got worse and worse.
And worse and worse and worse and worse.
I didn't want Emma to see her mom like that.
So I didn't let her.
I made the decision that that shouldn't be
the last image she saw of her mom,
because it wasn't her mom anymore.
Then Lisa died.
And I left.
I couldn't cope, so I just fucking left.
Six months.
Gone.
I feel so ashamed.
So unbelievably ashamed of what I did.
But I couldn't be around
anything that reminded me of her.
I had to leave it all behind -
our house, our stuff,
our life...
Our daughter.
Lisa's family looked after Emma while I was gone.
I owe them so much.
They've forgiven me.
I don't know if Emma really understands what I did.
Then I see...
my little girl in a hospital bed...
oxygen mask on her face...
Did I do it? Is it my fault?
That's my baggage.
And if Lisa was here, she'd be able to tell me what to do.
But I can't ask her.
My husband died too.
It was a...
accident when we were backpacking in Europe.
It was gonna be our last vacation
before we started trying to have a baby.
Sorry.
I moved here to escape everything about him.
But I...
I still really miss him.
I'm so sorry.
It's life.
Yeah.
It's life. It's...
Oh, life, oh, life,
oh, life, doo, doo-doo, doo.
It's a song.
I'll listen to it.
I need to check it out.
Don't bother.
I find it very easy to be in your company, you know that?
You made me sing.
I couldn't hold you back.
I'm just not used to being around people I can talk to.
Yeah, it's been a while for me too.
Then why did you run away from me?
I've been asking myself that question
every day for the last three weeks.
It was four weeks.
- (THUD!) - KID: Sorry, lady.
MAN: Thank you.
Come on, kids we have to get home for dinner.
KID 2: Thank you!
I just... I don't want to hurt you.
Or Emma.
I'm sorry.
Keys. My keys. Wait! Mary!
Mary! Mary!
Hey! Hold that cab!
Follow that car! The jeep with the woman in it.
- You know where it's going? - No. Just follow the car.
Go. Go, go, go, go.
(PHONE RINGS)
Hello?
Hey, uh, Sarah, are you good with Emma still?
Of course we are. Do you need more time?
Turn, turn. Follow her there.
What's that? Um... A little. I think.
- Gary, great! - Is he staying out?
- Good one, Gaz. - Uh, no. I...
I, uh, I shouldn't be too long.
Take as long as you need to. We can have her the night if you need.
- You bet we can. - Mm-mm. I won't...
I definitely won't need you to do that.
- She's fine. - Right. Right, there.
Gary, this is good.
You know Lisa wanted this.
You need to find yourself again.
We've got your back.
All of us, including Emma.
I know it doesn't feel like that sometimes,
but she needs you to be happy.
I'll... I'll let you guys know when I'm on my way back.
OK. Just have fun. Bye.
Mate, you shouldn't be following women like this.
It's 2021. - Just drive the car.
Keep going. Keep going. Go through the light.
- I'll pay you a little extra. - No, no.
- What are you doing? Follow her. - It's a red light.
What, are we just gonna guess where she's driving?
- Mate, it's a red light! - We need to follow that car!
I don't know where she lives. Oh, my God.
- OK. - Oh, yay.
That's her. Stop. Stop, stop, stop.
Here you go.
Thanks.
Agh! Did you follow me here?
Why do you have chickens?
No, you need to go, now!
You have my keys.
Oh... Fuck!
(CHICKENS CLUCK)
Come here...
Come on, here.
- (CHICKENS CLUCK) - (CLANGING)
Gotcha.
(ANIMAL BLEATS)
(CHICKEN SQUAWKS)
Hey. Uh, what are you doing?
Gary, get the fuck out of here!
You took my keys.
Shit.
Don't come down here.
(SCREAMS AND GROANS)
(ANIMAL BLEATS, CHICKENS CLUCK)
Is that a goat?
You're just gonna have to deal with this now!
Hope you're fucking happy, you fucking dick!
(METAL SCREECHES)
(LOUD GROWL)
(LOW GROWLING)
Mary?
- Mary? - (BANG!)
(GROWLING)
(SNARLING)
(CHICKEN CLUCKS SOFTLY) (BANGING)
(GROWLING)
(CHICKENS CLUCK AGITATEDLY)
(ALARMED ANIMAL NOISES)
- (GROWLING) - (GOAT SQUEALS)
(LOUD GROWL)
♪ Come on-a my house, my house,
♪ I'm gonna give you candy
♪ Come on-a my house, my house,
♪ I'm gonna give you
♪ A apple, and a plum and a apricot-a too, hey... ♪