01x01 - Episode 1

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(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(WATER BURBLES)

(EERIE MUSIC)

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC)

(TUNE-YARDS' 'JAMAICAN')

- ♪ Crazy days of crumpets

in a crazy raisin rhyme.

♪ Sell it for a nickel

when you buy it for a dime.

♪ Underneath the water

is a crackle and a line.

♪ Lay upon your belly

like a stone along your spine.

♪ I see you.

♪ I see you.

♪ Oh, yes I do.

♪ I see you.

♪ I see you.

♪ Ooh, she's not Jamaican.

♪ See, I told you so.

♪ She's all white; she's not black.

♪ She doesn't have any soul.

♪ Get soul. ♪

Copyright Able 2023

(BIKE BELL DINGS REPEATEDLY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Oi. Mason. Leave that kid alone.

Here you go.

Is it bad?

- Isn't it always?

- What's the passcode?

- 8008.

I'll call the parents;

you issue a warning.

- Yeah, yeah.

- We need to follow protocol

on this, Penny. All right?

One, deal with it sensitively.

Two, issue a warning that any

further behaviour's gonna result

in immediate suspension.

And, three, be open and―

- Yeah, I know rules, Ru;

I helped write them.

(MOANING ON VIDEO)

(STUDENTS CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)

- Ohhh, f*ck, yes.

(MOANING ON VIDEO CONTINUES)

- Morena, everyone.

- STUDENTS: Morena.

(STUDENTS EXCLAIM, CHUCKLE)

- What's going on here?

Can anyone tell me? What's happening?

- She's excited they lowered

the price of pies.

- Excited cos

the price of pies went down.

- 100%.

- Yep, 100%. OK. Any other ideas?

- Trip over and faceplant.

- What?

- She tripped over and faceplanted.

- Yeah, looks like a faceplant to me.

But it's not.

OK, anyone else? What is this?

- Nah, uh, it's a porno, Miss.

- It's a porno.

10 points.

OK, this is a still from some

p*rn*graphy that we've found on a

student's phone at school today.

(STUDENTS MURMUR)

All right, shh, shh, shh.

OK.

You guys are all 14, 15, right,

which means that there's

a bunch of hormones that are

sloshing around your bodies,

making all sorts of things change ―

your testicles are growing and

dropping; your p*nis is getting

longer.

- (CHUCKLES)

- No, no, don't laugh. Don't laugh.

It is really important to understand

this stuff scientifically.

So, these reproductive hormones ―

these hormones that make you wanna

make babies ―

are causing you, quite rightly,

to think about sex all the time

and get erections all the time.

Am I right?

It's a scientific fact.

But here's the thing ―

in your everyday life,

you're not exposed to this

kind of sexual behaviour.

Well, I hope you're not.

But it's right there on your phone,

easily accessible.

So what are you gonna do? You're

curious. Of course you're curious.

So you're gonna look at it.

And when you look at it, it triggers

a release of dopamine in your brain.

Dopamine ― what's dopamine? Anyone?

Yep.

- Like, being happy.

- Yeah, happy feelings. So it

releases the happy feeling in

your brain,

so you're gonna wanna watch more

of it again and again and again

and again and again. Of course.

But here's the thing

about p*rn*graphy ―

the more you watch, the more

difficult it becomes to feel

that happy feeling,

so you're gonna watch more ―

more hardcore, nasty stuff.

And then what's worse is that when

you finally become lucky enough to

have a real-life sex partner

that you can have real-life sex

with, it won't live up to your

expectations,

because this partner of yours

won't be a porn star,

won't have fake everything

and faking everything,

and neither will you have a mega,

artificially enlarged p*nis, will

you?

So you're gonna feel inadequate, and

maybe some of you won't even be able

to get an erection,

which would be just sad.

Look, I know ― I know this

is embarrassing to talk about,

but it's important,

cos sex is wonderful, and don't

let this sh*t ruin it for you.

OK, repeat after me ―

'Thank you, Miss Wilding,

for saving my sex life.'

- STUDENTS: Thank you, Miss Wilding,

for saving my sex life.

- OK, plant cells. Open your books.

(JESSB'S 'BULLSEYE' PLAYS ON STEREO)

- ON STEREO: ♪ Do ya dance,

yeah, you know you something.

- ♪ you something.

- ♪ Do ya dance, yeah,

you know you something.

♪ Hit it once, hit it twice.

- ♪ once, hit it twice.

- ♪ Never miss. It's a bull's-eye.

- (MOUTHS)

- ♪ Hit it once, hit it twice.

- ♪ Hit it once, hit it twice.

- ♪ Never miss. It's a bull's-eye.

- ♪ Never miss. It's a bull's-eye.

- It's a bull's-eye!

- ♪ It's a bull's-eye.

- ♪ It's a bull's-eye.

- It's a bull's-eye!

- ♪ It's a bull's-eye.

- RAPS: ♪ Only type of light that I

ever hide from is the red and blue

lights.

♪ I don't sing their song. ♪

Ooh, watch out, watch out. This way.

Nice job. Come on. This way. Walt.

See if you can see him.

Looking, looking, looking.

What? Oh, he's not even here.

- (CHUCKLES)

(WHIZZING)

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

- Can you stop playing with it,

please?

(MECHANICAL SQUEAKING)

(WHIZZING)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa!

- Walt.

Stop playing with it, please.

See if we can see Grandad, OK?

- No.

- No.

- (CHUCKLES)

- Hey.

(CHUCKLES)

- (CHUCKLES)

- Hiya.

- (CHUCKLES)

Hi, Dad.

- Rarr! (LAUGHS)

Oh! (LAUGHS)

- (GASPS)

Who is this fine specimen?

- (CHUCKLES)

- I'm Walt!

- Oh!

- Shall we drive this?

Shall we drive it?

- What?

- OK. (IMITATES ENGINE REVVING)

- (LAUGHS)

(STUDENTS CHATTER INDISTINCTLY)

- Hey, Jules. Can I have a word?

I deleted it.

If I catch you with this stuff

on your phone again at school,

you're gonna give a speech at

assembly about everything I've said

today, and then you'll be suspended.

This is your official warning.

You understand?

- Yes.

- Good. See you at the game.

Get it, Duncan!

(TEAMS SHOUT INDISTINCTLY)

Yep!

Ball up. Come on, Central.

Attack. Ahh.

Ball up.

Mark your man. Come on.

Come on, Central. Get it together.

- I could just k*ll the little sh*t.

- Defence!

- I think it's really

normal teenage stuff.

- What is?

- Kids watching porn.

- Yeah, well, you wouldn't

say that if you saw it.

- How bad was it?

- Jules. Come on, Jules.

Get out of there. Drive out of the

I told you to put

a block on his phone.

- I know that. I know that.

What's he doing here?

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING CONTINUES)

(SHOUTING MUFFLES,

HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(ORCHESTRAL STRING MUSIC BUILDS)

- VOICEMAIL: Hey,

it's Grace. Leave a message.

(BEEP!)

- Grace. Grace, I've just seen your

father. I mean, he― he― here at the

basketball court.

Did you know he was coming back?

f*ck.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(ORCHESTRAL STRING MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUFFLED CHEERING)

(SHOES SQUEAK)

- Hiya.

I don't know if Grace told you,

but I've got a teaching post at

Wakefield.

- What do you want?

- Just to say hello.

We're grandparents now, remember?

- Hey, Phil. How you doing, mate?

- Hey, man. How are you?

- Yeah, good.

- OK, meatlovers, vegetarian,

chicken or you don't care?

- Bridge, I really don't

think that I can come.

- We got team pizzas at ours.

- WOMAN: Phil? Phil, is that you?

- See ya later.

- Hey, yeah.

- You are not leaving me alone

to deal with that spoodle.

That is actual drool. Ugh.

It's revolting.

- This is home.

- Oh, second home.

- It's been a very long time.

- Come on.

- Come on, Jules.

- Oh, you're looking well.

(SEAGULLS SQUAWK)

(LOUD POPPING)

- Wow, that's loud.

- Whoa!

- Hey, Pen.

Thanks for coming. Bridge is inside.

- Hey, Joe.

- LAUGHS: Hurry up.

- Here we go.

(SUBDUED MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

- Hey. How you doing?

- Mm.

- You sure?

Did you get a hold of Grace?

- Mum, do we have any more pizza?

- They just never stop eating.

- Thanks for, um,

rescuing me earlier.

- Yeah, no worries.

Can't believe he just rocked up

after, like, what, four years?

- Five.

- Do you think he's back for good?

- Actually,

can we change the subject?

- Yeah. Um

Oh, yeah, you know how last week we

were talking about the microplastics

and how they affect the plankton

reproduction cycle? Well, we're―

- Simon. I swear to God.

- What?

- No.

- She hates me talking about

that stuff at parties.

She finds it depressing.

- Cos it is depressing.

- I like depressing.

- Yeah, it should be depressing.

- Oh God, you two are

as bad as each other.

- (CHUCKLES) Um

Anyway

OK, here we go. Flagellum.

There you go. Yeah.

- Oh my God. Look at that whip.

It's got a whip.

- Yeah.

Yeah, right,

that there is the flagellum.

- A fa― flagellum?

- Sounds like he'd

have fun with that.

- James.

- Oh, you're being sexist.

- Oh my God. (CHUCKLES)

- Could be a woman.

Could be a dominatrix fish.

- A bit of whipping

to go with the water play.

- Yeah, well, you're giving away

all our sex secrets now.

- Oh, hey, I don't like the whip.

- This one cried.

- Aw, James.

- Cry at some things.

I cry at some things.

- Why does everyone think it's

necessary to discuss their sex

lives?

I'm not interested in what

goes on behind closed doors.

- (CHUCKLES) Did it make

you uncomfortable, Sarah?

- No.

- You sure?

Come on. It's the 21st century.

I would've thought as a modern woman

and mum that you'd be really happy

talking about everything,

especially with your kids,

wouldn't you think?

I mean, you know, back in the day,

women weren't allowed to talk about

anything,

and that's what made us

kind of victims, right?

- Here we go. The Penny Lectures.

- I like talking about sex.

- Shut up.

- Suddenly,

every second woman's a victim.

- (EXCLAIMS) Are you saying

that no woman is a victim?

- I'm just saying that I think a lot

of women make false accusations

that completely destroy

innocent men's lives.

- CHUCKLES: OK, shall we move

this conversation along?

- Hold on, Bridget.

How do you know they're innocent,

Sarah?

- (CHUCKLES) Just because you're

a woman doesn't automatically mean

you're telling the truth.

I mean, sometimes they

have ulterior motives.

- So speaks the resident misogynist.

- (CHUCKLES) How can I be

a misogynist? I'm a woman.

Oh my God.

- Penny.

Hey, wait up.

- This is why I didn't wanna come,

Bridge.

- Just ignore it.

- As if that's ever been possible.

- Come on. I just meant that

(GENTLE MUSIC)

- (GRUNTS)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYS)

- MUFFLED: ♪ It all

came tumblin' down.

STEREO: ♪ Oh, yes, a-tumblin',

a-tumblin'

MUFFLED: ♪ a-tumblin' down,

a-tumblin', a-tumblin',

a-tumblin'

STEREO: ♪ down.

♪ A-tumblin', a-tumblin'

MUFFLED: ♪ a-tumblin' down.

My love came tumblin' down

♪ The days are long

STEREO: ♪ and nights

are lonely

- Shots. Shots, shots, shots.

- Yes!

Come and have a ciggie.

- Yeah, yeah, in a minute.

I'll see you in a minute.

- Ye-ah.

- Hey, Tom, how many have you had?

- How many have you had? Come on.

- Cheeky.

- On three.

One, two

Cheater!

- (CHUCKLES)

- Oh Again.

- Hey, slow down.

- Yes, Auntie Penny.

- f*ck off.

- Cousin Penny sounds weird.

- (LAUGHS)

Hey, Grace.

Put something on.

You can see everything.

- What do you mean? It's

literally the same as a bikini, Mum.

- No, no, no,

it is totally inappropriate

for your father's birthday.

- Is it?

- What?

- My top.

- It's fine.

- It's not fine.

- Thank you.

- It's fine.

- What's the big deal

with breasts anyway?

I thought you wanted me

to be all feminist.

- Listen, I'm old; you're 15,

and flashing these us not feminist.

- Yes, it is, Mum. Guys go round

all the time shirts off ― no one

says anything.

Breasts. Breasts.

- It's not funny.

- Breasts. Yes, it's funny.

It is funny.

- Stop it.

- Breasts. Breasts. Breasts.

- Stop it. Stop it.

Hey, Phil. Phil, can you do something

about your daughter, please?

- Mm.

I wanna dance with my daughter.

- Please get her to put a T-shirt on.

- Gran, put the chips down.

- Let's dance.

- Go, Gran. Go, Gran.

Oh yeah.

- Good girls. Let's boogie.

(PEKING MAN'S 'ROOM THAT ECHOES'

PLAYS)

Ollie, come on. Show us your moves.

Hey, come on. No sulking.

No sulking.

Come on, grumpy.

- I don't want to.

I really don't want to.

- ♪ Now that the wall is completed,

♪ I'm taking time to build a house.

♪ I'm gonna build

a room that echoes

MUFFLED: ♪ around and around

and around with its own sound.

♪ 'Round and around.

♪ I won't need to be there. ♪

(DOOR CREAKS, BANGS)

(GENTLE PIANO MUSIC)

- Just watch for that

shortening there.

Watch the way the light breaks.

- You've all had a chance to read

the letter to the editor I drafted

re Burley Fisheries.

Does anyone have any feedback?

- Only that it's

a total waste of time.

- That's a bit unfair, Penny.

- Oh, come on. They got busted

for fishing inside the reserve.

All they got was a piss-weak fine,

and now we're writing a disapproving

letter?

- I agree it's frustrating, Penny,

but what can Sea Saviours do when

they've already been through the

courts?

- Oh my God. Protest.

Protest, remember?

Their boat is sitting out there

when it should've been confiscated.

We should be picketing

their factories.

We should be calling the media.

We should be calling for a ban

on their fish,

otherwise they are

just gonna keep doing it.

- I would've stopped them

back in the day.

- Well, perhaps we can start by

sending a letter to the ministry

voicing our disappointment

over the fine.

- Hear, hear. Yeah.

(BICYCLE BRAKES SQUEAK)

- Hi.

- Hi.

- You know, I might've reacted better

if you'd given me some warning he was

coming back.

How long have you known?

- What difference does it make, Mum?

He can come back if he wants to.

It's got nothing to do with you.

- Yeah, but why didn't you tell me,

Grace?

- Can we just not talk about it

right now?

(CAR BOOT SHUTS)

- Is that the last of Mum's stuff?

- There's a couple more boxes

inside.

- It's a pretty small room, Grace.

- Yeah, I know that.

- How's she coping?

- Bravely.

- And you?

- You mean about us

sticking Gran into a rest home

or me and Walt having to move out?

- (SIGHS HEAVILY)

God, I hate the thought of

someone else living here.

You know, the agent called.

They've got someone interested.

$750 a week ― semi-furnished.

- Oh, yeah?

- Shall we leave them these?

Unless you want them.

Do you want them?

- No.

- (CHUCKLES)

- GRAN: Are they dirty?

- WALT: Yeah.

- Are they for Tom?

- You take that one.

That's so dirty.

- Hello, gorgeous boy.

- Nana, look.

- Have you been helping Uncle Tom,

Walt?

(GASPS) What are they?

What have you got?

- Apples.

- Apples.

They're so yum.

(CHUCKLES)

Congratulations, Tom.

- Thank you.

- You get my flowers?

- Yeah, yeah.

Sorry, things have been a bit crazy.

- Oh, of course they have.

How's Kate?

- Yeah, good.

Yeah, you know, exhausted.

- You're gonna be a great dad,

you know.

- Yeah, well, I've had heaps

of practice with this one.

- These are all

the three giant ones.

- Ready to go?

- Big, giant

- Off to the funny farm.

- Oh, don't say that.

- It's a grand life

if you don't weaken.

- Yep.

(PERSON COUGHS)

- Here we are, Joy.

Home sweet home.

LOUDLY: Beautiful apples, Joy.

I'll just find a bowl for those.

- OK.

- That chair's a bit of a squeeze,

Mum.

- No, no, it'll be― it'll be fine.

- Perfect timing.

Tea and bikkies, everyone?

- That'd be lovely, thanks.

- The first few days can be hard,

but they do settle in.

- Thank you, Francis.

- I'm not deaf yet.

- (CHUCKLES)

- (CHUCKLES)

- I should be the one

looking after her, like she looked

after me and Walt. It's just wrong.

- Mm. I know.

She will be fine. You know she will.

Come on. Give her a week.

She'll be running the place.

(TV PLAYS INDISTINCTLY)

(SOFT INTRIGUING MUSIC)

- Nature's first green is gold ―

her hardest hue to hold.

Her only leaf's a flower,

but only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

- Oh my God. She so goes home

and f*ck your husband in her mind.

- So dawn goes down to day.

- Who invited her?

- MUFFLED: Phil.

- Nothing gold can stay.

That, my friends, is how it feels

to get f*cking old. Cheers.

(LAUGHTER)

- Ka rawe. Did you make that, Joy?

- Yeah, apparently, I'm not capable.

- Well, to be honest, you're not.

- No, no, Mum. No, wait, wait, wait.

I'm just gonna get Grace.

- Oh, well, hurry.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER DOWNSTAIRS,

PHIL SINGS)

- Grace.

Oh, what the hell?

- Mum, f*ck off!

- (VOMITS)

- Oh, gross, gross.

- All right, you ―

you, go get your father.

Ollie. Ollie. Come on. Come on.

- (VOMITS)

- Oh, yuck.

Ollie, how much have

you had to drink?

How much?

- GROANS: I don't know.

- In there.

- Sorry.

- Who stole the tequila ―

was it you or Grace?

- (WHIMPERS, VOMITS)

- In the bucket. Oh my God.

- Oh dear. (CHUCKLES)

I'll get this, hon. You go in there.

- All right.

- How are you, young man?

- I'll call his parents ―

get them to come and pick him up.

- No, no, no, please don't.

Please don't.

- You can spend the night here.

It's fine.

- Oh, for f*ck's sake, Phil.

- All right. Oh, whoa, whoa.

- No! No, no, not on the bed.

Not on the bed.

- Hold on. Up you get. Up you get.

Kylie― Kylie, give me

a hand here, would you?

- Oh.

- Yeah, take an arm. There you go.

- He's all wet.

- He can sleep in the spare bed.

- Great (!) Well, if he chokes on

his own vomit, it's on you.

- Oh, you're all heart, Pen (!)

(TV PLAYS INDISTINCTLY)

- Oh sh*t.

sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

No, no, no, no, no.

Oh, no, no, no.

(SIGHS)

Oh f*ck! Come on.

(SIGHS)

(TUTS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BIKE BELL DINGS)

Oh Jesus.

- (LAUGHS)

- What do you think? Can you fix it?

- Dunno. Come and see me tomorrow,

and I'll give you another one.

- OK.

- Wait, hold up.

So, you're lying on the sofa

drinking wine and doing what?

- Marking assignments.

- Ugh.

- What?

- I was hoping there was

some hot sex involved. You know?

- Jesus. Ella, this is me

we're talking about.

- You need to actually

get out there and show your ex-hoa

exactly what he's missing outon.

- Are people talking?

- Just the Phil fan club.

Actually, I think

they made a chat group.

- What?

- (LAUGHS)

God, you're so easy to wind up.

(LAUGHS)

- You're an arsehole.

- Thank you!

- Hey, Penny.

A few of us are catching up with

Phil on Friday night. You should

come along.

- f*ck off, Kevin.

- Just trying to be friendly.

Thought you'd love a piss-up

with the old crew like old times.

- Like I said, f*ck off.

(CLEARS THROAT)

- OK, come on, fellas.

Come up the front.

Bring your pens and notebooks.

That means you as well, Nathan.

All right, I've got a treat for you

today ― some good old-fashioned rat

dissection.

This guy here is my little mate

Philip.

- Is it even legal?

- Oh, Kahu. How lovely of you

to grace us with your presence.

Do you wanna do the honours?

- Nah, it's against my principles.

- Oh! Oh, and what are they?

- Oh, I'm a vegetarian.

- Oh. Well, no one's

asking you to eat it.

- But it's still exploitation of

animals ― didn't ask to be born

a lab rat.

- Well, it's not a lab rat. It lived

a blissful life in my compost heap

until it was lured into a trap by

some really yummy peanut butter,

and, bang, here it is.

OK, anybody else?

Come on.

You lot are such a bunch

of wimps. OK, come closer. It's dead.

It won't bite. All right. Herewe go.

Look closely, sketch and learn.

Very similar to

the human digestive system.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Your assignment's overdue.

- Yeah.

- OK, come on. Walk with me.

It's not just your assignment.

If you don't start turning up,

I'm gonna have to report you.

- And?

- Your mum's gonna love that (!)

- Whatever.

- Should I be reading that

as a cry for help?

- No.

- Pick that up.

All right, stop.

Stop.

I wanna know why my top student

is behaving like such a loser.

- The world's melting down, and you

want an essay on human homeostasis.

- Yeah, I see the irony.I do. I do.

But I also see

a really smart kid who's wallowing in

pessimism instead of doing something.

- Oh God, you're trying to make this

into an inspiring teacher moment.

- Oh, don't behave like

such an arsehole, Kahu.

On my desk in the morning.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Hey! I told you to pick that up.

Grilled pear. Will you make me some

when I take you home?

- Yep.

- What does it taste like?

- A little bit spicy but

- A little bit spicy?

- Yeah, but it's not that spicy.

- And what would you eat with grilled

pear? Would you eat broccoli with it?

- No. Maybe that would

be a little bit gross.

Seven!

- Seven!

- Eight!

- Eight!

- Nine!

- Nine!

- 10!

- 10!

- 11!

- 11!

- Eight!

- Eight!

(BOTH LAUGH)

Oh, let's start again.

- One!

- One!

- ♪ Her name is Farty the dinosaur.

♪ She does those farts

that we adore.

♪ They really make your day.

♪ They're heard from miles away.

♪ We all love Farty the dinosaur! ♪

- GRACE: I'm home.

- I'm in here.

(SONG CONTINUES ON TV)

- These aren't his shoes.

- Well, they were by his bag.

- Everything's named, Mum.

You have to check.

- OK.

- What are you doing?

- I'm, uh, sorting out Mum's stuff.

That's rubbish.

That's charity.

Do you want this?

- Um

I don't know.

- And how much of the kitchen stuff

do you wanna keep?

- All of it.

- Well, I haven't got room

to store all of it.

- Gran said that I could

stay here as long as I wanted.

- Yeah, well, we can't afford that.

We need the rent money for the

rest home. You know that.

- Dad's gonna pay it.

- What?

Uh, how come?

- Well, he needs a place to rent,

and it would just make sense that

he would move in with me and Walt.

- No. No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. He can't

live here. This is my family home.

- It's― It's not the family home.

I'm the one that's been living here

the past five years.

- Oh, for f*ck's sake!

That's not the f*cking point!

- Can you not speak like

that in front of Walt?

- Whose idea was this ― yours or his?

- He's my dad.

Is it really that hard for

you to understand that maybe

he just wants to help me out?

- I thought that's what I was doing.

I've just

I've just painted

the spare room for Walt.

- Don't do that.

Don't try and guilt-trip me.

(SEAGULLS SQUAWK)

(BIKE BRAKES SQUEAK)

- f*ck you.

(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)

- (GRUNTS)

(ORCHESTRAL STRING MUSIC)

(GRUNTS)

(STRING MUSIC CONTINUES)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(BEEPING)

WHISPERS: Oh, f*ck, no.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(INDISTINCT VOICES IN DISTANCE)

sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t,

sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

(INDISTINCT VOICES CONTINUE)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(SPRAY CAN RATTLES)

(BOAT ENGINE REVS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

- Can you see anyone?

- Nah.

- The nets ― someone's cut the lot.

(VOICES CONTINUE INDISTINCTLY)

There! In the kayak. I see him.

- (GRUNTS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(EXCLAIMS)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS FOR BREATH)

(BOAT ENGINE REVS)

(PANTS)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

- Watch out for the rocks.

Pull up there.

He's up the beach.

You little f*ck.

f*ck it.

- Where'd he go?

- Can't have gone far.

- He must have gone

behind the houses.

- You go check.

We've got your kayak,

you f*ck' prick!

(SHOWER RUNS)

- (GROANS)

Aah.

(GROANS)

(SOFT THUDDING)

(FOOTSTEPS MOVE SLOWLY)

(DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE)

Calling the f*cking cops.

Get off my property.

- Shh. It's me.

It's me.

- What the f*ck?

- Is everything OK, Penny?

- It's OK, Graham.

It's me. It's Phil.

- Phil.

You're back.

- Yeah, I'm sorry

to disturb you, mate.

- Oh, OK, well, uh

drop by sometime.

- I will, mate. I will.

Thanks. Goodnight.

- Night.

- I was getting the long board for

Grace. I want her to get back into

surfing.

- All right, well,

just take it and f*cking go.

- Listen, I know this is tough for

you, but could you meet me halfway?

Would you come to Walt's

birthday party next weekend?

It would mean the world to Grace.

It would mean the world to Walt.

At your mum's house.

If you want― If

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(THE EXPONENTS'

'WHO LOVES WHO THE MOST' PLAYS)

- ♪ Cos it's tearing me in two

- Mum.

- Mm.

- Did you see Phil?

- Uh, what, is he on the deck?

- No. No, no.

- ♪ You seem familiar.

♪ Oh, you seem so close.

♪ I wonder on a lonely

night like this ♪

(MUSIC FADES)

(LOW ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(SOFT GROANING)

(SOFT GROANING)

- Shh.

(KEYS JANGLE)

Five years you've peddled this sh*t,

and the only person

it hurts is Grace.

- I just don't think it's appropriate

Walt's sitting on his lap.

- Get out!

- No.

- Get out of the car!

- No. No.

- I know who you are, Ms Wilding.

- (GRUNTS)

- That was an official warning.

What were you thinking?

- I'm sorry.

- No, no, no, it's OK.

- I'm so sorry.

- Penny, it's