I'm leaving the business.
-Why? -Oh no, Ray.
Come on, mate. Please. Hey, George.
Where's he going? George! Not the can?
He's going to the can.
You need the key!
-He needs the key -I'll get the key.
I'll get the key!
[theme music]
Melly and I think it would be best if I leave the law altogether.
Is this about your heart?
Yeah. It's completely gone. Melly's stolen it.
Well, if you're not sick, why are you quitting?
[George] Yeah, Ray, why? Why?
She's looking to expand her business.
She needs a support person,
someone to keep the home fires burning.
Well, that's very admirable, Raymond,
putting a woman's career ahead of your own.
What about my career? I'm a woman.
-[Roz] Oh, Helen! -Well, I am a woman!
I'm not disputing that.
I'm just saying this isn't about you.
Thank you, Rozzie.
I mean, it's a real no-brainer. The Sock Salon's going gangbusters.
Our probate business is going gangbusters. We're Gruber & Fisk!
The bees in the hive.
You're the queen. I'm the worker.
It's not the end of the world.
Why don't you buy Raymond out?
Are you drunk? Who do you think I am?
Daddy Warbucks, Money-grubber, Rockefeller, Rich Lady or something?
Okay. You need to tone it down a notch.
No, I'm not going to do that
because I finally found a job I really like, and you two are wrecking it.
Nothing to do with me! Raymond, this is all your mess.
Geez! Rosalind's not herself today.
Oh fuck Roz! I'm the one getting my life ruined.
Hey! Watch the potty mouth!
Sorry Ray.
You want to come sit on the couch?
No. Yes. Whatever.
[Ray] Mate, I'm not leaving you in the lurch.
I spoke to Gus Furstenberg yesterday at Furstenberg Grey.
He's very keen to buy the business.
What? So it'd be, Furstenberg Grey and Fisk?
More like Furstenberg Grey, and Fisk works there.
That's the deal. They buy the business. They keep you and Georgie on.
Do I get a say in this?
You're a non-equity partner, Fisk, so I'm going to say no.
So I'm just back working at a big faceless multinational again.
Exactly. It's the dream.
You're only here because you had no choice, remember?
Yeah. But I like it here now.
And you'll like it there too.
More resources, an assistant, bump in salary.
You're going to love this. They've even got a uniform.
They wear the same thing every day.
That is appealing.
It's tight though. I would want a looser fit.
Well, they're coming in for a meet-and-greet tomorrow.
-Fine. -Come on. They're good people.
[Helen] Alright.
[mellow percussion music playing]
[Tony] I think congratulations are in order.
Oh, no Tony. Not the French.
Open the Prosecco.
Helen won't know the difference, will you, Helen?
Ah, probably not.
Back at a big-time law firm at last.
Well done, Hels.
-[cork popping] -Furstenberg Grey. One of the big three.
And with offices in London too. You might even move there.
I'm not moving to London, Viktor.
Just a thought!
There's no bad ideas in brainstorming.
Speaking of bad ideas, what's all this?
Oh, is this the plan for the funeral?
[Viktor] It's a mood board, Helen.
-[Tony] It's just inspo. -Inspo?
For the music, the décor, the entertainment.
-Our outfits. -Right.
Well, it's certainly got the vibe of a top night out.
Can I just remind you of one tiny thing?
-What's that? -You will be dead.
So I'm not sure how much dancing under a mirror ball
you're going to be doing to… Is that the Pet Shop Boys?
That's where you're wrong. We bought the 'Cry Before You Die' package.
[Tony chuckles]
-Save the date. -What?
Well, I don't want to miss out on all this,
so I'm going to have my funeral before I die.
Dad. I think that's just called a party.
Oh, no, no. It's a funeral.
You'll be doing a eulogy. We're going to have a guard of honour.
[Tony] Maybe a coffin.
No Tony. That's tasteless. We talked about that.
It's my funeral.
Oh, are you kidding me? Next weekend?
Well, time's of the essence.
I mean, what if Tony actually died?
It'd ruin the whole funeral.
Mm.
-[mellow percussion music playing] -[tram bell rings]
Oh, good morning. How can I help you?
Stan Sundine, I'm here for mediation.
Ah yes. Go on through to the meeting room.
Roz will be with you in a moment.
Hello. I'm Roz Gruber. Let's sort this shit out.
Today we will be using…
[bang]
…The Funnel of Common Sense.
Trademark Rosalind Gruber.
Let me show you how it works.
Let's call you Complainer A.
I think you mean 'complainant'.
Do I?
Your side of the story, all your bitching and moaning,
that all goes in here.
I'm not a complainer.
She's running a commercial business in a residential kitchen
and it absolutely stinks.
"I'm not a complainer."
You see, sounds like someone is complaining
about being called a complainer. Save it for the funnel!
If I could just explain.
I have a small catering company, Kapusta Catering.
I make cabbage rolls from a recipe my Babcia--.
Yes, but we're not up to you yet because you are Complainer B.
Now your side of the story,
all your whinging and your whining, goes into here.
You could put all that cabbage stink in there too.
Quiet! No one tells me what to put in the funnel.
Now you see this?
That's me. I'm the filter.
I filter out all this carry on.
And do you know what we're left with?
A common sense solution.
And is your common sense solution legally binding?
-It should be. -But is it?
No. I am not a judge.
-So you are a judge. -Now you're getting it.
-What? -What?
-Let's begin. -[gavel squeaks]
[Roz] Case closed. Thank you.
[symbols playing at tempo]
-What was that? -I do not--
Thank you. Bye-Bye,
[Ray] Georgie.
Still not speaking.
I could really use your help with the engagement vows.
Well you don't do vows for an engagement?
Course you do. You're vowing to turn up to the wedding.
-Georgie? -Still too soon.
[phone ringing]
[Roz] Conch Mediation. How may I help you?
Yes. She's just come out of a meeting.
I'll put you through.
One moment please.
[receiver clatters]
[symbols playing at tempo]
Fisk. We need to do a handover.
-I want to pass on my files. -Already?
Come on. Let's get it over with. Rip the band-aid off.
Oh, do we have to? Can't we just let the band-aid fall off somewhere?
Like the public pool, where it can lie on the bottom
disgusting me for all eternity.
[Ray] Now!
Timmins vs Timmins.
Yep. Husband and wife.
No. New wife, ex-wife, fighting over his estate.
Well, whose side are we on?
The ex-wife. She sells fork jewellery at markets.
-Sorry. What does she sell? -Fork jewellery.
You're saying that like it's a thing. What?
Oh, you'll see when you meet her. She is covered in cutlery.
They've been lowballing us for months.
See if you can find a way to dig a bit more out of it.
Got it. Fork lady getting lowballed.
Next.
What?
What else you got? What else are you working on?
Well, that's it.
Seriously, this is the only matter you've been working on the whole time?
Yeah. Been a real brain buster. Good luck with it.
Wow. OK.
Whoa, whoa. Hang on a sec.
I'm worried about Rosalind.
Have you noticed anything a bit off?
A bit off? Are you kidding?
Roz has lost her freaking mind!
Last week she was in here with her clothes all inside-out. She didn't even care.
She's been smashing breakfast Cokes.
Not to mention the crazy kangaroo court mediation service she's running.
And don't get me started on what's happening out there at reception.
It's like we've got Sybil and her purple crayons out there.
Is she Roz? Is she Roz's assistant?
My God, it's not right Ray. She's not right.
Yeah.
I think she's lonely.
No, I think it's a bit bigger than that.
She's having a complete existential meltdown.
No, I know Rozzie.
She looks at me and she wants what I've got,
a partner, a fellow traveller,
-a warm body to journey through life with. -Oh, Ray. Yuck.
Whatever happened to old Penis Painter mate, Dean?
You called him a barnacle
and Roz made me break up with him.
Barnacle? Did I?
-Yeah. -How about we see
if he's open to a, a reproa…chment.
-A rapprochement? -Yeah. That's the one.
I think it's more about whether Roz is up for a rapprochement.
-Course she is. She loves French stuff. -[Helen sighs]
[mellow percussion music playing]
OK, so you and your ex-husband, Tim Timmins,
had a divorce settlement.
Now did you do this yourselves? No lawyers involved?
Yeah. Tim said we didn't need any.
We just agreed to split everything evenly.
Right, but then he became a Partner,
and you end up bending forks into bangles.
Does that seem even to you?
Are you saying I should walk away because I already won?
Sorry. You sell spoon necklaces at markets. How did you win?
Because I lead a much less stressful life.
I just think we can get you a lot more of your ex-husband's estate
based on this DIY divorce settlement.
You got fleeced my friend.
-Do you think I got fleeced? -Oh, I know you got fleeced.
Take it from one divorce fleecee to another.
[laughs] I know a fleecing when I see one.
Fleeced!
[tram rumbles, bell rings]
[mellow percussion music playing]
Did you know Debbie Lim's in the meeting room?
-Oh please. Come in, sit down. -Oh yeah. Knock, knock, whatever.
Yeah, George has already locked himself back in the can.
I thought I was meeting with
Captain Furstenberger and Colonel Mustard or whoever.
Come on, mate. They were never going to send in the big dogs.
Yeah, but Debbie Lim?
Did they have to send in the scary barky dog?
Come on, Fisk. You can do it.
Put your big girl underpants on, and get in there.
Just big girl pants, Ray.
Just put some pants on, and get in there!
And get George out of the toilet.
-[Helen] George! -[fist banging]
Ready?
[George whispers] Yeah.
George, you're not required in this meeting!
We know you're a good probate clerk.
-He's exceptional. -Don't correct me!
I'm also the Webmaster.
Not anymore.
Well, I don't think you can stop him from being the Webmaster.
-It's kind of who he is… -[Debbie] Stop talking!
George. There is the door, please use it.
Sorry, Helen.
It's okay, mate. Save yourself.
-[till beeps] -[gentle background music playing]
-[waiter] Soy babyccino. -Yes. That's here.
And a long black. For the grown up.
Yeah. So that's the long and short of it.
What I need to ask myself is,
would it be good for my heart to open that wound again?
I understand that.
It's been a tough road, but I'm in a good place now,
working through the pain of my loss.
I'm sorry, mate. Did someone die?
I did… in here.
Ah!
So what do you think. Reproachment?
Ours was a big love.
Very big. Big, big love. Love of the ages.
And I guess if Roz is open to healing.
Sorry. Are you going to eat that?
-No, go ahead. All yours. -Thank you.
[man] Good on ya.
-Bit weird. -What's that?
Oh, I don't mind.
I turned my back on sugar years ago.
Wish I could. I bloody love the stuff.
Good on you, mate.
So… [sighs heavily]
…Where are we? Healing? Reproaching?
Yes! I think I'm ready!
Let's open up the lines of communication,
and see what flows through.
That's the spirit.
-Exactly! -[Dean] Yeah.
-What Marshmallow Man said. Good stuff. -[Dean] Yeah.
[Debbie] Because we're not here to make friends.
We're here to make money.
This is the big league.
And this is your assistant, Patsy.
Well, I thought George would be my assistant.
Mr. Furstenberg wants George on the top floor.
But don't cry about it.
That's rude to Patsy.
You think she's not good enough for you? She is good enough.
-MVP two months in a row. -[smack]
M V what?
It's from sports! We are like a team!
OK, I'm bored.
Let's get out of here, team.
Hands in. Fursties on… three.
-[Debbie] One, two, three. -[all] Fursties!
[upbeat music playing]
[Debbie] Kevin! Get me a Gatorade. I need electrolytes.
Patsy! Snap for me.
[fingers snap]
[upbeat music continues]
Georgie?
Look who it is.
The man who sold us down the river for 30 pieces of silver.
Yep, Judas. I get it.
Haven't got time for it right now though. I'm on a mission.
I'm the love broker.
No more Base Camp. Just The Funnel.
-You got a minute? -Well, if it's about the buyout,
whatever you choose to do, Raymond, I will support you.
Oh, how was Gus by the way?
-Furstenberg? -[Roz] Mmm.
Yeah, good. Sends his regards.
Oh. [laughs] I bet he does.
-Oh really, Rosalind? -Yeah.
I knew you had a fling with Grey back in the day,
-but Furstenberg as well? -Nothing serious.
Just a petite affair de coeur when we were clerking together.
Speaking of petite affair…
de whatever you said, I bumped into Dean today.
Dean? Where did you see Dean?
I ran into him completely by chance at Madison's Café.
What? Around the corner?
-[Ray] Mm-hmm. -[gasps] Oh dear.
Do you think he's stalking me?
I mean, I'm not against it.
No. Nothing like that. But I think he's still carrying a torch.
Oh, well, I mean, of course.
There's been a suggestion of a reproachment.
[French accent] Rapprochement.
Point is, I got the feeling he would very much like
to have another crack at the safe that is your heart, Rosalind.
I don't know, Raymond.
He was very clingy. Remember?
-Clingy? -[Roz] Mmm.
-Or devoted? -Good point.
I mean, he was very supportive, and he was truly understanding
about what it is to be an empath.
-You're a giver, Rozzie. -Thank you. Thank you, Ray.
I mean, none of my clients seem to think so.
Could be exactly what you need.
Little hit of endorphins.
Get you feeling like your old self again.
I have missed myself.
-[indistinct chatter] -[piano playing in background]
Well, this is nice.
And I won't lie, I have been thinking about you.
And it was quite serendipitous that Ray ran into you.
Yes. When Ray called, I said to him--
Sorry. Hang on. What? Ray called you?
Yes. And I told him I felt like I never got closure.
I see.
They think that might be what triggered my breakdown.
Breakdown? Oh, Ray never mentioned a breakdown!
Oh yes. I was in a bad way.
But, as I said to Ray, I'm in a good place now.
I've got good people around me, like Caleb,
giving me the help I need 24/7.
Caleb?
Caleb thought seeing you would help with my recovery.
Important to face your demons head on.
So here goes…
Oh, you mean me? I'm the demon?
-Yeah. -Oh, wonderful.
I'll just add that to my Google reviews.
Sorry, Caleb, was it?
-[Caleb] Mmm? -And what's your role here?
Oh, I'm Dean's support person from the San.
As in the sanatorium?
Copeland's premier emotional repair clinic.
Ah!
I met your brother the other day at the café.
Called me Marshmallow Man.
Oh, I'm sorry.
-Ray can be quite insensitive. -[Caleb] Mmm.
So are you, are you painting again?
Oh yes, I'm…
-teaching Caleb. -[Caleb] Yeah.
He's, he's doing OK.
-[Caleb] Very hands on. -[Dean] Yeah.
[quirky percussion music playing]
[tram rumbles, bell dings]
[footsteps approaching]
Tell me, Ray.
When you randomly ran into Dean the other day,
do you remember a man in a blue polo shirt?
Goes by the name of Caleb.
Doesn't ring a bell.
What if I said to you, Marshmallow Man?
Oh yeah. That weirdo.
Yes. That weirdo is Dean's support person at the Copeland Sanatorium.
The nuthouse?
No, the emotional renovation clinic or whatever they call it.
Hang on. He told me he was in a good place.
He is. He's in the Copeland Sana-fucking-torium.
What is he doing in there?
He's recovering from a breakdown triggered by yours truly.
I mean, honestly, Raymond. Did you not see that something was slightly off?
Well I guess the babyccino was a red flag.
[Roz sighs]
[tram rumbles, bell rings]
Hey, I need a precedent for making a claim on a will
based on an unfair divorce settlement.
Go!
You'll have to ask Ray.
Ugh. He's still working on his engagement vows.
You really should help him, Georgie.
I'm still not ready.
What if I told you he was writing things like,
"I promise to laugh with you every day."
-That's not practical. -I know!
What if nothing funny happens that day?
He's making promises with his mouth that his body can't keep.
Exactly. He needs you, Webmaster.
Look up Faure-Brac vs Faure-Brac.
DIY divorce. No court-approved settlement. 1992, I think.
Wow! Thanks Rain Man.
You know I'm pretty sure he's also planning
to use the phrase, "You complete me." [lips smack]
And he brought his guitar in today.
Okay, that's not happening.
[upbeat drums playing]
Wow! That is a lot more than Ray said I was going to get.
I know! I really brought this one home!
I don't know if this is inappropriate,
but I just, um… made you a little something.
Oh! Wow!
That's so useful.
[Nerida] Let me help you put it on.
[quirky percussion music playing]
-Hey, where are you off to? -I am off…
Why have you got a spoon around your neck?
Ah! A little present from Nerida.
First, I thought it was a bit weird but now I kind of like it.
I'm thinking of getting some cheese knife earrings to match.
I am off to the Mediation Standards Board.
Seems they've heard about my new method.
Oh, the filter of bullshit?
-The funnel of common sense. -Yes, that.
The board wants me to show them how it works.
I'm happy to mention your name, give you a little credit.
What did I do?
You taught me it's quite possible to do a good job
even if your clients don't like you.
Yeah. I really don't think that's what I said.
And by the way, a lot of my clients do like me.
Alright, don't skite.
I'm just very grateful.
Okay.
This new process of mine is going to change the face of mediation
and become my legacy.
-[Helen] Good luck. -Thank you.
[quirky percussion music playing]
[spoon jangling]
[upbeat music playing]
[tram bell dings]
Mm.
Fisk.
-Morning, Ray. -In my office.
Now?
-Ray? -Sit down.
And maybe take the meat cleavers off.
Oh! I got these from Nerida Timmins.
They're miniature cheese knives.
OK. Give them to me, I don't want you having anything sharp close to hand.
What's going on?
I'm afraid the old boy connections have come back to bite you in the arse.
-What old boys? -Furstenberg called me yesterday?
He was out golfing with your old boss.
-Oh, not from Peacock and Lee. -Yep. That one.
Your name came up because of the buyout.
Let me guess.
Did he tell Mr. Furstenberg that I attacked a client
and called her a silly old whore?
You bet he did. He also shared a few other choice anecdotes
about your demise at Peacock and Lee.
Did you really steal the office microwave?
I didn't steal it!
I relocated it, to the boot of my car.
Couldn't afford to buy a microwave?
I was trying to stop people from using it.
The whole office went on this microwave popcorn jag. It was unbearable.
The stink, the constant pop, pop, pop, pop, pop…
Furstenberg doesn't want a bar of you. He thinks you're not a team player.
So what? The deal's off?
No, the deal's still on.
They're keeping Georgie, but you're out.
Oh no! Come on! I'd actually come round to the idea.
Mate, I tried. I really did.
But I'm afraid your reputation precedes you.
It's not your fault, Ray. It's not your fault.
-[Ray] Sorry, Fisk. -[Helen] Yep.
[tram rumbles, bell dings]
[soft knocking]
Hey, Webmaster.
Did you hear? I'm not getting picked for the team.
Yeah. [sighs] Ray told me.
We made up.
Ah, that's great news. You must be really happy.
Yeah, but I can't think about my own happiness right now.
I'm going to really miss you, Helen?
Right back at you, buddy.
Can't you find someone else to buy Ray out.
Who? Anyone I approach, they're going to research me.
What are they going to find out?
That you stole a microwave?
Well, I didn't steal a microwave.
I stole people's access to a microwave. It's a bit different.
What about that pen story?
No, I never shoved a pen up a clerk's arse. That is a lie.
I threatened to, if he wouldn't stop clicking it but I never did it.
-Hey, Ray. -Hey. Buddy.
[fists bumping]
Hey, I've been thinking maybe you should talk to Roz.
-About? -Furstenberg.
She knows him. She might be able to get in his ear,
sweet talk him a little bit, change his opinion of you.
OK. Thanks, Ray.
Worth a try.
[shredder buzzing]
Roz, what are you doing?
-What happened? -I don't want to talk about it.
Oh, no. Did the Mediation Board not like your funnel?
My legacy? My contribution to the world, to the oeuvre of mediation?
No. They did not.
My Funnel has been banned.
Just circles and pyramids only.
I'm sorry for your loss.
-What do you need? -I actually need a favour.
You know Gus Furstenberg, right?
Oh yes. We were lovers once.
Oh! Okay, I did not get the heads-up on that one. Really?
Don't judge, Helen.
This is a very small incestuous industry.
I'm sure you slept with half the solicitors in Sydney back in the day.
I'm sure I didn't.
Right, well I will not apologise for being a sexual creature.
What's the problem?
Furstenberg found out about my history at Peacock and Lee,
and I've been cut from the buyout deal.
Oh, Helen.
Ray said you might go to bat for me with Furstenberg,
convince him I've changed, that I am a team player now.
'Cause I am, Roz. I really am!
Alright.
Pitch me!
Sell yourself!
-Okay. -[upbeat motivational music playing]
So here's the thing. Sure, when I arrived, I wasn't much.
But now I think I really chip in. I do a lot.
I bought everyone a coffee machine. I know sometimes I don't get a mud cake.
I work really hard, Roz. I need this job!
[upbeat rock music continues].
-[music ends] -[carrot stick crunches]
[upbeat rock music resumes]
-[feet tapping] -[upbeat rock music continues]
[rock music crescendos]
And that's my pitch. [exhales heavily]
[hands clapping]
I mean, Helen, that was impressive.
I loved your passion.
Thank you, Roz.
I'll do it. I'll have a word.
[sighs heavily] Oh! Excellent.
Ooh! Gal pal o'clock by my watch.
Shall we take this down to Misty's?
Yes. Absolutely.
Look at me. I'm a team player.
Woo! Let's get wasted.
What?
Just trying to be a joiner, Roz.
Oh well, take it down a notch.
Misty's is a very classy establishment.
[Helen] Can I get a pina colada?
[Roz] Yes. I'll get you a couple.
-[jazz music playing in background] [Helen] Cheers, Roz.
-Cheers. -Cheers.
Mmm. [slurps drink]
-Oh. Oh. -Oh, lovely.
That is like a delicious pineapple milkshake.
-Do you want a try? -No, I'm good.
Why don't we get a little something to share.
Maybe a cheese platter or some charcuterie.
Mm. Maybe the soup?
Mm. That's not really a share food, Helen.
Oh, I'll get two spoons.
You're drinking that very quickly.
-It's yummy. -Is it?
Mmm.
[Roz] Mmm.
This is lovely.
Mm, mmm!
Can I have a turn of the soup now, Roz?
Don't panic. I'll leave you some.
Not yet! Mmm.
-[upbeat drum music playing] -[tram rumbling, bell rings]
[drum beats slow]
Morning, Ray.
Gee! You look a little worse for wear.
Oh, I went for drinks last night with Helen
to discuss the whole Furstenberg fiasco.
And I might have had one drink too many.
Oh, Rosalind, you didn't…
What?
You didn't sleep with Fisk?
Oh, no!
Morning, guys.
Did Roz tell you?
Big announcement in the meeting room.
-[Roz] Hmm. -I'm even gunna get a mud cake. [laughs]
-[Ray] Wonderful! -Ooh!
They're my earrings. I'll take those. Thank you.
Remind you of anything?
Cheese board.
[laughs] How fun was that? And charcuterie!
Mmm. So much charcuterie.
[Helen] Thank you for coming to my big announcement.
Last night, Roz and I went for a drink at Misty's.
Oh, no. Did Roz take advantage of you?
What? No. As if? Shush!
Anyway, after a couple of drinks,
we decided [huffs] don't even need Gus Furstenberg.
Get him on the line, and tell him he's been cut from the team!
No, I'm not going to do that, mate.
Yes, you are, 'cause I found you a new buyer.
Don't look at me Helen. I told you, I don't have that kind of cheese.
No, not you, dummy.
-Get there quicker, Fisk. -[Roz] Yes. Hurry up, Helen.
Okay I will, partner.
It's Roz. Roz is going to buy you out.
She's coming back to the law, back to probate where she belongs,
where people are nice and say thank you and give you gifts.
They don't make bomb threats
and call you a moron or a disgusting disgrace,
or say you've got a dumb face and give you a one-star-
Yes, alright, thank you. I think they get it.
I am returning to the law.
We don't even have to change the wall.
We're still Gruber & Fisk.
The bees in the hive.
We talked about making it alphabetical this time,
-Fisk and Gruber. -No. That's not happening.
But that's not happening, and it doesn't even matter
'cause I'm so happy at Gruber and Fisk.
In fact, Roz…
I will even hug you if you want.
It's alright, Helen.
Thank you, Roz.
[Helen] Oh, you know what you're going to need?
[George] Hmm?
Oh! It does come in handy.
-[Helen] A mud cake knife. Yeah. -Oh, that is a treat.
-[Roz] Oh, wow! That works! -Really good knife.
[Roz] Oh, let's celebrate.
[tram bell rings]
Still not my favourite, but I will eat it.
I thought it was wonderful.
Oh, hey, while we're celebrating,
I forgot, I'm supposed to invite you all to my dad's funeral.
It's this Saturday.
-[Ray] What? -What?
[Roz] Oh, no!
Fisk, why didn't you say something?
He's not dead. He's attention seeking.
They've bought some cry-before-you-die package.
So, everyone's welcome.
You got to just sing a song or make a speech.
Do some magic, whatever.
Oh, I'll definitely do something acapella.
[all] Mmm.
[whispering]
Yeah, and also, bags Ray's office.
What have I said, Helen? There's no bagsing here.
Let's flip for it.
Great idea, Rozzie.
-Heads or tails, Fisk? -Mmm. Tails.
-[Roz] Tails it is! -Oh! Yes.
[Helen] Got it.
[Roz] It's all yours, Helen.
[Helen] Can't take it back, now. Won it on a flip. Yes.
-You're a giver, Rozzie. -[Roz] Mm-hmm.
["We've Only Just Begun" by Carpenters playing]
♪ And yes we've just begun ♪
That's beautiful, Ray.
[Ray] Yeah?
Three penis paintings.
Marshmallow Man did that one.
♪ Ooh aah ♪
♪ Working together day to day ♪
♪ Together ♪
[bright upbeat music playing]
[in unison] Hello, we're Gruber and Fisk,
two of the best wills and estates lawyers
in the Copeland Shire.
Empathy, understanding, kind faces,
and a common sense approach to the law.
[bright upbeat music continues]
At Gruber and Fisk, we don't just listen,
we hear you.
We care about the details.
We're never off the clock.
We're always thinking about our clients.
Every connection is an opportunity.
[bright upbeat music continues]
If there's a precedent, we'll find it.
Probate. It's a woman's job.
[clap]
-Hold for the disclaimer. -Holding.
[theme music playing]
[Ray] Three penis paintings.
That's art, mate.
A lot of blokes can't do that.
[laughter] okes can't do that.