All language subtitles for 800 Words s02e02.eng

GEORGE: Endings can be brutal.

Like the unexpected death of a
friend, or a friendship.

This column has become,
over the years,

a vicarious friendship.

But even good friendships
sometimes can be...

Ice?

..interrupted.
Dad?

Corrupted.

And have to come to an end.

You promised you'd get ice for the
party. There's ice in the freezer.

Which will last all of two minutes
with all the people coming.

I didn't want to make it a wide
invitation because if no-one came

it could have been embarrassing
for Jan, she doesn't want a fuss.

Dad, it's Weld, we're gonna need
more ice.

(SIGHS) Fine.

I'm popping down the shop.

More juice,
more lettuce, more...

Everything!
Nachos. Two bags.

And vodka?
Dream on.

That's a lot of meat for a small
gathering.

You think?
You may have over-catered.

Yeah, but the meat is a metaphor
for the amount of love being shared.

Yeah, and as host, you wouldn't
want to run out of love, would ya?

(LAUGHS) Yeah, whatever.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Want a hand, Mr Turner?
Ah, yeah. Ollie, isn't it?

Yeah.

Just stocking up for the big
party, eh?

Yes.

Jan's a great lady,
we're all sorry to see her go.

You know Jan?

Yeah, yeah. She filled up your car
here. Real nice.

We talked a lot.
Yeah, you've sussed to Weld, eh?

Everyone's kind of gutted.
But at least Shay's back, right?

You must be stoked about that.
Yes, I am.

Would you say everyone's
gutted about Jan?

Yeah, for sure.

Let me just grab a few more things.

(SMILER SINGING OPERA)

MAN: Yeah, nice one, Smiler!
(APPLAUSE)

Thank you, Smiler, for the Verdi.

And to Monty for the heartfelt poem.

Interesting how you managed to
rhyme "orange" and...

BOTH: "bosom".
MONTY: Yeah.

(ALL LAUGHING)
Needless to say, Jan,

we are all going to miss you.
But as we say here in Weld,

"People arrive as strangers and they
leave as friends.

And when they go, they take a little
part of Weld with them."

Hear, hear.
Oh, here he is - the missing host.

George, a few words?

Yeah, but not 800,
just a couple, alright?

(ALL LAUGHING)

Well. Thank you all for coming.

Jan, you've obviously made quite an
impression on these great people.

Takes one to know one, George.
(ALL CHUCKLING)

Thank you, Monty.

And we will miss you. And, uh...

And we will... We will miss you.

And no more speeches, please,
you lovely people.

Just more drinking and more dancing!
(ALL CHEERING)

OK. Circulate. Mingle.

Oh. Cool.

Did you hear Bevan resigned?
From the school?

Effective immediately, run off with
a student teacher from Stafford.

That must have been awkward for
Penny the reception...

...the slut?
(STAMMERS)

I tried to empathise, I really did.
But I failed.

We are only human.
Thing is...

I'm thinking of applying.

For the principal's job?

You think it's a terrible idea,
don't you?

No, you'd be great.
Really?

Yeah, yeah, perfect.
Apart from being Australian.

And a woman. Single.
Still in my 30s. And childless.

So?

Well, potential to return home
and/or start a new relationship,

or want to start a family
before it's too late.

Well, if it was up to me,
I'd give you the job.

If only because of, and,
call me old-fashioned,

your obvious talents
and love for teaching.

Aww. Thank you for the vote of
confidence, George.

(PARTY GUESTS LAUGHING)

Um, hey, I got you another.

Oh, cheers, Woody. (GASPS) Fiona!

She seems chipper.

Tracey? Yeah, she is.
Look, I've gotta thank you.

Me? What for? For all the work
you've done around the place.

Oh, well. It worked, didn't it?
Got your girl home.

Yeah, I did.
Yeah...

But there is still plenty
of work to be done.

Like how it's gonna be mint when the
grass comes through on the new lawn.

Oh, yeah.

But, um...

Are you going to be wanting me
to mow that for you, George?

(LAUGHS) You're my builder,
I wouldn't ask you to mow my lawn.

Yeah, no, good.

'Cause I reckon that it's important
that a man maintains his own lawn.

Indeed.
Yeah.

Now that Shay is back in her old
room, that means you must be...

Yeah, sleeping on an air bed,
in the lounge room.

Oh.

Oh, dang, that's tragic.

Oh yeah? Oh yeah,
and how are you and Shay, then?

Um... Maybe I'm swearing off women
for the near future.

Yeah, like I believe that.

I'd say from the look in his eyes,
he is still very interested.

Well, he can look all he likes.
But he ain't getting any.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

I offer you the job to run my
newspaper and the next thing I know,

you're on the plane back to Sydney.

Was the champagne
not to your liking?

It was a very generous offer,
but no,

I have things to sort out back home.
Hmm. Such as?

Well, that job I already have.

If it's still there.
Exactly.

So, I better go face the music.

Or I could throw a hand grenade
at the situation,

make an even bigger mess
and run away - again.

(BOTH LAUGH)

I like that. Why cause a ripple when
you can make a splash?

Yeah.
Good luck to you.

And if it doesn't pan out across the
ditch, you know where to find us.

Thank you.

You know I'm going to miss you.
A lot.

Stop talking nonsense, George,
and freshen my drink.

(LOUD, UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS)

(LAUGHS)

Come on, boring people.

Watching you and Monty is more than
enough dancing for me.

Hey, does Zac do ABBA?

Yeah, right after he does
(IN DEEP VOICE) Barry White.

(ALL LAUGH)

KATIE: So your flight's
tomorrow, then? Yep.

It's been great having you around.

You don't have to say that.

Oh - lucky you don't have to stay
for the summer.

Ignore her,
the summer is great here.

For the summer people!

The who?

Oh,
the townies who invade the place

with their boogie boards and their
barbeque reggae and, Oh,

don't get me started
with the jetskis.

Seriously, don't start her.
(LAUGHS)Don't.

Sound like Sydney is a safer bet.
(ALL SOFTLY AGREEING)

You girls look after my George.

I think George can look after
himself. (CHUCKLES)

Yes, but I'm putting him in your
safe hands.

He deserves only the best.

This particularly sexy groove

is going out all the beautiful women
in the house,

particularly the lady of the hour
who is loving us and leaving us.

Hey, that's what we're gonna miss.

Stop being a dick, Zac!
Also going out to Katie,

mother of my third child and lover
of all things artistic and manly.

You're still being a dick!

Dance with me.
Sure.

I think I will.
What?

Apply for the job.
Good on you.

Yeah. I probably won't get it.
Course you will.

Aw, thanks, George.
(LAUGHS)

Oh, you. (SQUEALS)
(LAUGHS)

(TRANQUIL PIANO MUSIC PLAYS)

JAN: I guess this is it.
SHAY: Have a safe flight.

Yep.

I'll talk to you soon.

See you soon.
Yes.

See you later.
Bye, darling.

Skype soon?
Absolutely.

Talk soon.
Yep.

See ya.
See ya.

(DOOR SHUTS)
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

'Auntie' Jan again.

Yes, she is.

Saying goodbye is easy when it's the
right thing to do.

But when it isn't,
goodbyes can come out of the blue.

Leaving you feeling like there is
unfinished business.

Knock knock?

Just working here, Woody.
Yeah, sure.

So, is that your final column then,
is it?

Yes.
Yeah, what's it about?

Being a final column.
Oh yeah, that figures.

Everything OK, Woody?
Yeah! It's good.

So, Jan's gone?
Yes.

Guess that makes you a
free agent now.

I hadn't really thought about it
like that.

But it is over? Right?
Yes. It is over between me and Jan.

Good.

Is there something you want, Woody?

Nah, just dropping off a little
invoice for work to date.

OK. I'll take a look at it
when I'm done here.

Whatever.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Woody?

Woody?!

Woody! Woody!

(ON PHONE) Hey, it's Woody. Just
'cause I'm not talking to ya

doesn't mean I'm not hearing ya!
(BEEP)

Yeah, it's George. We need to talk
about your little invoice.

Hey. What's up with Woody?
Oh, have you two broken up?

Quite possibly.
What is it?

His invoice.

Whoa. 40,000?
40 grand? For what?

"Work done", apparently.
That's not very specific.

It's very 'Woody', though.
We're out of milk.

If anyone's interested?

Hey.
Hey.

I'm looking for Woody.
And? What else is new?

I'm trying to get hold of him,
but he's not answering his phone.

Again, nothing new there.
He hasn't been in.

Have you tried his place?
Well no, because I realised

I actually don't know
where he lives.

But if you could tell me,
that would be most helpful.

No, sorry!
Neither! Can't help you.

Can't or won't?
Can't.

Woody's a 'no fixed abode'
kind of guy.

His living arrangements are a
mystery to one and all.

Actually, I think you'll find he's
staying at the Baylisses' batch.

Great. Where's that?

Although they're coming back early,
so he might have moved on.

He'll be at the Tates'.

OK...
Or the Van der Klerks'.

No, the Tremaines'.

So he house-sits?
Sits. Squats. Why do you want him?

Well, Woody dumped a ridiculous
invoice on my desk and ran away,

it needs to be discussed.
Challenged?

Explained would be a start.

You alright there, Bill?

He's pining for his daughter.

You are welcome to take Lindsay
home any time you like.

No, no. She made her bed,
she can lie in it.

That bed being in my house.
You invited her to stay, George.

Not in so many words!

Maybe it's time to get a bigger
house, George. I'll keep an eye out.

With Woody's invoice,

I'm unlikely to be able to afford
a bigger house, thanks, Monty.

You're hurting...
I understand.

Woody was doing some work for Katie
at her gallery. You could try there.

Well why didn't you...

(SIGHS)

KATIE: He was here... two days ago?

He dropped off some materials,
but he's yet to actually start.

Hardly surprising.

Something the matter?

Well, he just sprung a rather large
invoice on me and then disappeared.

(LAUGHS) You've been "Woody'd".
Woody'd?

Where he forgets and forgets and
forgets and then it all adds up.

Possibly.
Although, "taken for a ride"

is another term that
springs to mind.

George! You're his friend.

You know it's not in his nature to
rip anyone off.

This is about business, friendship's
got nothing to do with it.

Things are never just about business.
- in my experience.

I'm not questioning his friendship,

just his ability to quantify his
billing, that's all.

Do you know where he lives?
Lives or stays?

Either or.
No. I've never needed to know.

You could try Tracey's place.

He's staying there?

He sometimes... retreats there.

Sometimes regularly.
OK, thanks.

(TRACEY'S VOICE) Woody - gone to the
beach. If you need me, come find me.

Hi.
Hi.

Tracey.

Hello George.

You seen Woody?

I'm not sure I can answer
that question...

Well, a simple yes or no
would be a good start.

..without you obeying the rules.

(SIGHS)

Haven't seen him, actually.
(GROANS)

He was supposed to be fixing a
broken trellis for me, but...

Sounds like Woody. Overcommitted
and overcharging for it.

So it's true?
What?

You don't want
to pay his invoice.

You know about the invoice?
The kumara vine, George.

Fiona called to ask if I'd seen him.
Don't you have the money?

No, I have the money.
But you don't want to pay it?

I didn't say that,
I just need to understand it.

I can't pay what I don't understand.
Is it written in hieroglyphics?

No, but it seems that he's being
free and easy

with the numerical system.
(SCOFFS)

How did I know
I would find you here?

Well, I thought the same thing,
which is why I'm here.

Oh really, there's no other reason
why you might be here?

No, I just want to understand
the invoice.

Well, it's not in code, George.
(CLEARS THROAT)

Woody?
What?

Oh. Yeah, righto.

40 grand for "work done"
is a little bit vague.

Well, I've done the work,
so please pay me.

I mean, it's pretty
bloody clear to me.

Yeah, but with your hourly rate,
that's a lot of hours.

You calling me a liar?
No, but... 40 grand, Woody.

Well you've never
disputed my other bills!

That's because they were
all itemised!

Exactly!
Itemised down to the last screw.

But this isn't.

And those hours, I mean,
how many of those were work,

and how many were...
Were for what? Surfing?

I have never charged you for
surfing.

OK, OK.
But I didn't keep track.

Yeah, 'cause clients never do.

But I do. I keep them all notated
down in my little black book

which I carry with me at all times.

Yeah, obviously not right now,
because I'm starkers, alright.

But it's all in there. In detail.
Guys!

Maybe we should take this
somewhere a little more...

Private? Yeah, well, he's already
gone public with his accusations.

I was thinking somewhere more with
clothes on.

This feels like a 'clothes on'
conversation.

No. If George can't say what he
wants naked to my face,

then I don't want to hear it at all.
Can I not question "work done"?

Do I just have to assume that
you're telling me the truth?

(SCOFFS) You really don't trust me.
Trust has nothing to do with it!

On the subject of "work done",

I never charged you
for saving your life,

or helping you out in times of need,
nah, nah, that's just what mates do.

Woody, this is about business.

Oh. Well, would you
feel more comfortable

if I invoiced our friendship and we
just keep it all on that level?

Friendship has got nothing to do
with it.

Yeah, clearly, George.

OK boys...
You haven't even finished the job!

I've still got a hole above my bed!

Yeah, and I would never charge you
for work I haven't done!

Alright. Let's all just take a step
back and put some clothes on.

You know what,
maybe you need to find someone

that'll do it for you cheaper.
I may have to.

Yeah, go ahead.
I will.

OK, good.
Then that's that. Yeah?

I'm just your ex-builder,
and you, George Turner,

you're a free agent.
Free to go wherever you want.

Well, I think it's fair to say

that went about as badly
as humanly possible.

Yeah.

Here we go. (DIALS PHONE)

Stafford Build Right? Yeah, hi.
My name is George Turner,

I live in Weld, and I've got a hole
in my ceiling

which I would very much like fixing.

First thing tomorrow?
That'll be great.

I'll text you my address. OK.
Thank you. See you then.

Does this mean no more Woody?

I'm after a level of
professionalism

that has been sadly lacking.

Is that because you can't
pay the invoice?

I can pay.
The question is, should I pay?

Have we run out of money?

No. We have not run out of money.

There's still no milk.

Lindsay?

You could always go get
some yourself.

Or, you could go to your house,

where I'm sure there'll
be plenty of milk!

That's OK.
I'll just have juice.

There's no juice either.

Lindsay...

Could you give us a moment?
We need to talk.

Sure. What about?

No, it's a family talk.

Fine. Whatever.

Get rid of her...
or I will kill her.

Yep. Yeah.

Uh, what are we meeting about?

Seriously.
Have we run out of money?

OK. When your mother died, I took
stock of the money situation,

I devised a plan,
and I wrote this out.

Like a fiscal plan?
Which we've stuck to.

Which has allowed us to live
the way we do.

So as you can see,
we have not run out of money.

Yet.
What?

Dad... it's only a matter of time.

According to this, basically, what
we've been doing the last few months

is living off savings to provide for
a household of three, now four,

thanks to Arlo's good Samaritan,
'I might get lucky' routine.

I'm a humanitarian, so sue me.

To put it bluntly, your column has
always paid terribly,

and we can't go on like this.
Burning through capital

to keep up with the needs of an
ever-expanding household.

(COUGHS) Look...
You need to get a job.

I have a job.

Writing a final column

doesn't really count as
sustainable employment.

Well, what about you?

Given your decision to shun your
educational endeavours,

why don't you get a job? Help us
stave off this financial Armageddon?

Exactly. Which is why
I already have a job.

(LAUGHS) Since when?

Do you need a job?
Yeah, yeah I do.

I have a job for you.
Cool.

Just like that?
Yep.

Which is more than I can
say for you two losers.

I'd help, but I'm still studying.

When a friendship ends,
there is a vacuum.

When it ends badly,

that vacuum can quickly be filled
with a sense of loss.

(ALOUD) Or a belligerent
need to be right.

Thank you for being so prompt.
Just come this way.

Mind your step.

That it?

Too small?

(LAUGHS) No job's too big
or too small, George,

but all jobs are worth doing right.

And that's what you get
with Build Right.

Well, that's music to my ears, Dave.

I notice you've had some other
recent work done. Who was that with?

Uh, a bloke called Woody?

Woody...

Oh, right. (LAUGHS)
I'll take a look and measure up, OK?

ARLO: Hey Dad?
Excuse me.

Are you sure we can afford this?
Arlo, it is just a quote.

OK, good. 'Cause like Shay said...
Arlo! The money will be fine.

And the job needs doing.

That hole has been bothering
me for a long time.

Yeah, but is it a priority?
And at least this time,

it will be done on time
and cost-effectively.

OK.
OK?

OK.

Dave? I've gotta head out.

OK, well, I'll close the door behind
me and leave the quote on the bench.

Yeah. Great. Thanks.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYS)

Ah. It's a very big
ocean out there, boys.

So it's true, then? You two really
aren't talking to each other?

Tsk tsk. (SPEAKS MAORI) He wahine,
he whenua, ka ngaro te tangata.

What?

He wahine, he whenua,
ka ngaro te tangata.

"Whenua"?
There's no land involved.

Well, I think in this case,
land could mean money, Woody.

Yeah, well, maybe if people actually
said what they actually mean.

Ooh!

Excuse my ignorance, but what does,
"He wahine..."?

"...he whenua, ka ngaro te
tangata"? It's a Maori proverb.

Yeah, I got that much. Meaning?

I think that's for me to know
and for you to find out.

No, just...
just tell me what it means!

Hi.

Sad news, my friend.
About what?

The separation. You and Woody.
Irreconcilable differences.

It's just a business dispute.

I want you to know I'm
always here for you, George.

I'm always up for bowls, tennis,
cricket, badminton, table soccer,

I've got a bloody good 80s dance
DVD. Come and have a boogie!

I'm sure that Woody and I
can find a way through this.

Well, I admire your optimism,
George.

We don't usually take credit,
but I can make an exception.

I can pay for my coffee.
But you can't pay Woody?

Money is not the issue here.
Really? No more column?

Dwindling savings? George...

You need a job.

What I need is
people to get off my back.

I have one for you.
A job?

Yeah. Barman.
I can only pay minimum wage,

but you could start tonight.
But only on a trial basis,

even though I know you've had
previous experience.

I appreciate the offer,
you're a good friend.

No. This is business, we don't
bring friendship into it.

Can I think about it?
No. You think too much. Usual?

Ah, yeah. Ta.

Ten grand?

The building guy asked me
if it was OK

to get to the root of the problem,

and I said, "OK, whatever."

He asked you?

Arlo was in an exam
and Shay was out,

and you said you wanted
the job done properly.

That hole is way bigger
than it was before.

Yeah, it is.

Cool! You got avocados.

Only me!
Why are you here?

To see George.
I'm not moving back home.

That's not why I'm here.
And why would you?

Looks like George is taking better
care of you than your own father.

Despite the fact that the bank
is foreclosing on him!

(SIGHS) Oh, for god's sake.

Don't worry, George. Many great men
in history have had to go bankrupt

before making their true wealth.

Of course... many others have also
ended up destitute in a ditch

on the side of the road, but I'm not
going to let that happen to you.

There really is no problem.

Don't be silly, George.
My car awaits.

I don't follow.

On the contrary, George -
you must follow.

Well, here it is. The hub of social
commentary and local news.

I take it I'm not here
to place a classified.

Work wanted? Well, you could. Or you
could just take what's on offer.

All of this can be yours, George.

Wow.

Editor of 'News of the Weld'?

I've always said you're
the best man for the job.

Although you did offer it to Jan.
But she is not a man.

And now, nor is she available.
But you? You're here.

And frankly, there isn't anyone else
who could possibly do it.

(LAUGHS)

I suppose he's got to be
better than Monty.

Not now, Gloria.
Well, that's not saying much.

Monty was completely useless.

George Turner. Gloria Henley.

Gloria.

George.

Gloria's in charge of the technical
aspects of the operation.

What Mac's trying to say is that he
has no idea what I do.

He thinks this paper gets
published by accident.

That's not true, Gloria.
I wrangle the contributors.

I take input and I make it output.
Fonts. Layout. Export the files.

Coordinate print deadlines.
Point of sale.

But apart from that, it's true.
I do nothing.

Thanks, Gloria.
Don't want to hold you up.

So, you're taking over here,
are you?

Oh, nothing's been decided.

I like a tight ship.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
gentlemen. I must go wees. George.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Don't worry about Gloria,
she's, um, she's a good stick.

Thanks for the offer, Big Mac.
But I think I'll think about it.

Hey! Mr T!
Any word from Jan?

Not yet.
When she does, say hi from me, eh?

Amazing lady.
Yeah. Will do.

Hey, I heard Shay got a job.
Yeah, she has.

(CAR HONKING)
BILLY: Hey, George!

ZAC: Need a lift, old fella?

Me?

So it is true, you are on skid row.
No.

Clearly you had to sell your car.

I got a lift into town, I want
to get home, simple as that.

Well, you did send Shay out to work.
She sent herself out to work!

Oh, tell her I say hello,
by the way.

Yeah, alright.
Hey Zac?

Hannah said something to me
yesterday in Maori,

which obviously I didn't understand,
but it was, um...

"He wahini? He..."

"He wahine, he whenua,
ka ngaro te tangata"?

Yeah, that's it.
(LAUGHS)

I've had that one used
against me a few times.

"For woman and land,
men will perish."

Land?
Or money.

Maybe it's more about... a woman.

No, no, she said in regard to me
questioning Woody's invoice.

Uh-huh.
Why would she say that?

Well, it's always been about a woman
when used against me, George.

Dance with anyone lately?

Tracey?
Yes, you were.

Hmm!

I was headed for home.

But perhaps this is
where you need to be.

This is a nice surprise.

Spontaneous visit.
I hope you don't mind.

Why would I mind?

Well, you might not but
somebody else might.

That person being?
Woody.

Ah.
Have you two kissed and made up yet?

Not yet. But I may have tracked
down the source of the problem.

You found the money to pay him!
Great! Because I heard...

No, the money isn't the problem.
I have the money.

Even without a job?

The money is...
(LAUGHS)

The problem is you.
Me?

And him. Together,
you are the problem.

Which is due, largely, to
the way he feels about you.

You do know how he feels about you?
Right?

(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYS)

(LAUGHS) Alley-oopa!
(BOTH LAUGHING)

I have a fair idea, yeah.
I mean...

He's been absolutely wonderful
to me over the years,

and I have cherished his company as
a friend, and...

Have you talked about this?

The thing about talking to Woody
about anything, let alone love,

is that often when
you're finished talking,

it's not actually any clearer.
(BOTH LAUGH)

Yeah.
Yeah, I totally get that.

Oh my god,
I am such a terrible person.

You? Why?

I've been taking him for granted
this whole time,

I've been abusing the friendship.
No, no, no.

I don't think it's as cut
and dry as all that.

This is Woody, after all.

The important thing, however,
is that you and him

need to sit down and
actually have that talk.

Yeah, I guess we do.

I still don't get how you got
dragged into all this.

Well, it all started with a
discussion we were having about

lawn care, I guess...
Lawn care?

Uh, yeah. Well, lawn mowing?
And whose job it is...

to be precise?

Oh!
Yeah.

And then there was a
misunderstanding

about close dancing.
At the party.

When you were telling me
about the job.

Woody thinks I'm after you?

Yeah. And vice versa.

(LAUGHS) No! That's not right.

(SOFTLY) Yeah, exactly...

Which is what I need to tell him.

And then you need to talk to him,

if we can find him, that is.

Oh, he's staying at Smiler's.
He is?

(OPERA SINGING COMING FROM INSIDE)

Ah. The man of words.

Smiler. Is Woody in?

That depends.
On?

On whether you mean
is he "in" the house...

or is he "in" good spirits?

Well... hopefully both.

Mm. Hope is eternal,
George Turner.

I shall leave you men in peace.
(CLEARS THROAT)

To make peace.

With words...

I go in peace.

Woody.
George.

I think there's been a
misunderstanding.

Is that right?
Well, it's all in there.

Check for yourself.
I'm sure it is...

Check it.
I don't have to.

The tension about the invoice?
It's actually about something else.

(SCOFFS) Yeah,
40 grand's worth of something else.

Someone else, then!
Um, no idea what you mean.

The lawn speech at the party,
I finally got it.

What it was actually about.
Maybe it was just about a lawn.

I don't think so.

These bloody drills!

They never fit back together the
same after the clutch is gone.

Woody!
I've been an idiot,

to have not seen that you clearly
have strong feelings for Tracey,

and that I may have inadvertently
been treading on your toes.

Oh, yeah. If there was any
toe-treading, George,

that would have been with Tracey,
while you were dancing with her.

Well, strictly speaking,
she was dancing with me,

because she wanted to tell me
something in confidence.

She likes you, George! OK?
You don't have to dance around it.

And I like her.
See! I knew it!

As a friend!

But I do not want to have any kind
of relationship with her.

Yeah, but Jan's gone.
So what?

So you're a free man, George Turner,
with an eye for the ladies.

Well, not really.
And not this particular lady.

Are you saying there's
something wrong with her?

No! God almighty, you can be
frustrating sometimes.

Amen to that.
Tracey is lovely.

But she is a friend. And having just
about screwed up one friendship

by turning it into something more,

I'm not exactly keen to make the
same mistake again. OK?

So hang on, what are you saying?
What I'm saying, Woody,

is that I'm not a man who wants to,
or would ever,

try and mow another man's lawn.

If, indeed, there is a
lawn to be mowed here.

It is between you and Tracey...
And the lawn.

And it has nothing to do with me.

And you're not just saying that?
I'm really not just saying that.

I would never do that to a friend.

Assuming we can still be friends?

Bloody oath, mate. Come on,
come here. Oh, I've missed it.

And you know what? Forget about that
stupid invoice. OK? No, no, no...

It's not important. Friendship's
bigger than money, alright?

A debt is a debt,
I will pay it.

No. Forget it.
I'm not gonna do that.

If it's written in the book,
it has to be paid.

I don't want your money, George.
What am I gonna do with 40K, anyway?

The business,
don't forget about the business.

George, I'm not taking your money.
But the business might need it.

Is there some issue about a business
that you want to raise with me?

It's just a little venture me and
Smiler are looking into.

Involving?
Solar panels.

Yeah, but don't you worry about it.
Because, you know,

you've got enough problems,
like bankruptcy.

My finances are fine.
Excellent!

You tell me about the solar panels.
Oh, well, we're gonna sell them.

So that people can catch the rays.
Did you know, as an energy source,

the sun has been burning for
4.5 billion years.

(LAUGHS) That is one hell of a long
life lightbulb. Right?

And you think it's free, right?
But people need a way to harness it.

And that's where solar panels come
in. Right? Come out here.

That's where solar panels come in.
Right? And, and, and,

they're not free, George.
Nup.

OK? Someone has to sell them,
install them and maintain them.

I'm in.
What do you mean?

I'm in. If considering it a 40K
investment in your business

helps you take it,
then it's a win-win.

You are a wise man, George Turner.

And I know I speak on behalf of
Woody when he says

he feels much better about this
truly elegant solution.

Great. I'll write a cheque as soon
as I get home.

You still use cheques? Do they not
have internet banking in Australia?

Come on, Smiler, not the internet
banking thing again...

(PHONE RINGS)

No, no, no...
(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

Hello?

FIONA (OVER PHONE): Oh, late on your
first shift. Bad start. Bad look.

What? Did we...?

No, I need you down here now.
I'm not sure if...

Beggars can't be choosers, George.
(PHONE CLICKS)

(SALSA MUSIC PLAYS)

One Blue Lagoon.

That is remarkably blue.
That has depth.

That is why I stick to beer.
I don't want a blue liver.

(LAUGHS)
My god, that is good.

Where have you been all my life,
George?

And a cosmopolitan for you.

You don't normally drink here,
Brenda.

Too expensive.
But I heard George was mixing,

so I thought I'd treat myself.
Enjoy.

Do you do private parties?
Excuse me, folks.

Hi.
You wanted to see me?

I spoke with Woody.
Good.

Did you guys sort everything out?
Yes, yes we did.

Good.

I'm sorry things got so confusing.

No, I'm sorry. I should have been
more sensitive to what was going on.

Or what wasn't going on.

He really likes you, Tracey.

And I really like him.

And you need to have the
conversation.

I know, and I promise,
next time I see him, I will.

Good.
Because he's right over there.

Seize the day.

Are you going to abandon your post
every time a hot woman turns up?

Oh, say yes.

A bartender with loose morals is
exactly what this place needs.

Sorry. It was for a good cause.

Monty wants another Blue Lagoon.
Apparently only you know how.

Right.
George!

BRENDA: Another one please, garcon!

ZAC: Thanks, boss.
GEORGE: How was that? Alright?

I hear there's been a payout made
in the Woody versus Turner lawsuit.

Storm in a teacup.

Still, you'd be looking for some
cash flow, George.

Can I get you a drink, Big Mac?

How about a bottle of champagne?
After you accept my generous offer.

Bartending, George?
You're not 25 anymore.

MONTY: George!
More blue lagoons, please.

BRENDA: Come on! Chop chop!
ZAC: More beer thanks, George.

Come on! Come on!
Come on, Georgie!

Come on, off you go.

I saw you dancing with him, so...
(LAUGHS) I know!

I dunno, I just,
I got a little bit jealous, and man,

I did not like that feeling,
because it is ugly.

Especially when there's nothing
to be jealous of!

Yes, I know, OK,
ugly and stupid, it's a bad combo.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Here, come on.

We really should have had this
conversation a long time ago.

Yeah, I reckon.

(RAIN FALLING)

They're weird things, hey?

Seagulls?

What?!

Oh. Sorry. You were looking off in
the distance,

I thought you were looking
at seagulls.

Were you not...?
No, I meant feelings.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Feelings. Yeah.
Seagulls are pretty weird too.

They are bloody weird.

(BOTH LAUGH)

The thing about them is,
nothing is ever simple.

Even when, apparently,
they are simple.

I mean, you and me have been such
good friends for such a long time

and I'm scared that if we
change that, we'll lose that.

Right. Yeah. No. We wouldn't want to
lose that, no way.

No I wouldn't, because it's way too
important to me.

Yeah, yeah, me too.

Should we...?
Yeah.

I'm applying for
the principal's job.

What, Bevan's leaving?
Yeah.

Why?

There was shagging involved.

But it's not important.
Oh, right. Sorry.

It made you realise that you still
have feelings for him?

What? No! God, good riddance.

The thing is that, you know,

I'm applying for this job,
and it's such a big deal, and...

It's this huge process I have to go
through, and all these interviews,

and I've got so much
working against me,

like the inherent ageism and sexism
of the education system.

You know, I really just need to
focus on what I want

and how to get it. So you know what
I need right now, Woody?

I'm guessing not a new boyfriend.
I need my friends. All of them.

Are you OK with that?
Yeah. Absolutely. Absolutely!

You're gonna be running a school,
that is gonna be intense.

Yes!
If I get it.

Which you must. Top priority,
Trace.

You know, there's not
gonna be time. You know?

It wouldn't be fair on the
relationship...

No. We'd be putting pressure on it,
it'd be doomed.

Yeah. Doomed!
Doomed.

Nah, absolutely.

(RAIN FALLING)

Come on,
we should get back inside.

Sometimes goodbyes happen when they
were never meant to.

Such is life.

Bon voyage. The... end.

(EMAIL SENT NOISE)

(SIGHS)

Milk.

(SKYPE CALL TONE RINGS)

Oh, you're back in your chair.
Back where I belong.

(LAUGHS) And up early.

Renewed enthusiasm now I have
resolved my employment issues.

So they're pleased to have you back?
Well, my boss is.

Especially now he's clear

his wife doesn't need to know
about the affair.

(LAUGHS) You didn't have to throw
any hand grenades?

(LAUGHS) No.

Well, it is very nice to see you
back in your happy place.

It is.
So, that column you just sent me?

My final column?

Ah, sorry, no.
I reversed your dismissal.

So write it again and deliver me
some classic George Turner.

Just like that?
Just like that.

Well, actually...

I may be too busy.
(GASPS)

Big Mac offered you a job!
Means nothing, you can do both.

Only takes you a couple of hours
to whip up a column.

Your good ones, anyway.
Well thank you, I think. (CHUCKLES)

You've got 24 hours.

(CLICK)
(SKYPE BEEPING)

What?

Thanks.

(CLEARS THROAT)

An end can only mean one thing -
the chance of a new beginning.

For it can take a crisis to bring
into focus

the things that are
really important.

Kapow!
Like friendships...

and this curious friendship that
exists between writer and reader.

One that we take for granted.

Why is this milk so much heavier
than stuff that isn't milk?

No... It's a question of volume.

No. You feel it.

Yeah. It is kind of heavier.
Told you.

Sometimes it needs to be
acknowledged and appreciated

for what it is - a shared experience
and a chance to say thank you

for taking part in that sharing.

For, like many things in life,
we take them for granted.

But, as the saying goes,

you never know what you've
got until it's gone.

Monty? This story is about George.

Alright.

(CAMERA BEEPS)

Because endings are, by definition,
finite.

Whereas new beginnings...

(ALOUD) ..bring infinite
possibilities.

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