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♪ War over water

♪ 1 ought to show you the way to the wave ♪

♪ In a town full of lumber

♪ Awaken from slumber

♪ To an ancient number that might still work ♪

♪ That might still work

♪ We're not running out of time ♪

Come on.

We're on your side.

Yeah, he's on your side.

Let us help.

I don't need anyone's help.

I just want it all to go away, okay?

♪ And I grew the first

♪ Water for your basket

♪ And you cut the word with your eyes ♪

♪ Shaped to my casket

♪ And I've got a question

Please, please, please! Please keep it down!

Back to your homerooms now!

- Just leave her alone. - Sorry?

You heard me.

Oil You lot get inside!

In you go.

- Thanks for this, Fiona. - Yep, not a worry, Tom.

I mean, normally I'd do this at the station,

but, uh, with this number of people...

Yep, you've said.

Everyone in my little office

wouldn't help, you know, tension-wise.

Yeah, I'm just gonna make some tea and coffee, eh?

Beaut. Easy on the caffeine, though, eh?

- Righto. - Mm.

Good of you to come.

I didn't realize we had a choice.

Well, you did, but it wouldn't look good in the long run, eh?

If you say so, Tom.

Victim reporting for duty.

Thanks for coming, Bill.

Hey. Why are you here?

The witness.

It's not a trial. Go away.

Reporter, then, for the paper. Got a pen?

No reporters.

No one who isn't directly involved.

Well, she's not directly involved.

It's her place, -and she's making the tea. -Don't worry about it, Monty.

Go and deal with those bloody posters.

I can be outside if you need me.

- No! - So, what's the form?

We sit around, hold hands, and the hugging begins?

No, no. Not like that at all.

You seen this?

They're all over the place.

Yes, yes, I have seen them.

Is this your doing?

No, not me.

But respect to them.

So, what are you doing about it?

Then that.

These are photographs of my property, illegally taken.

Now, surely that's breaking some bloody law,

- copyright, or something. - All in good time, Bill.

Now sit. Please.

Ah. Good. Welcome.

Have a seat.

Of restorative justice roll.

Choo-choo!

- Thanks, Fiona. - And I don't understand

what you want me to do.

Well, these things normally kick off with the victim...

That's you... Telling the offenders... them...

In your own words how the crime has impacted upon your life.

Well, it bloody pissed me off, is how it's impacted me.

Was hoping for something a bit more constructive than that.

They broke into my home.

They have to be punished.

Is that constructive enough for you?

Oh, come on, Bill.

They didn't even touch your stupid train set.

It's not a train set. It's a model railway.

It's not important what it's called.

- It is to me. - I mean in the bigger picture.

Well, the bigger picture is, there are now pictures of my model railway all over the place invading my privacy.

How's that for impact? Telling everyone what you're really up to, more like.

- Shay. - They're little models

on a bigger model, that's all.

Until they turn into real buildings

in a real town, that's all.

It's not a crime to have dreams, son.

Breaking into a man's home, vandalizing company property...

Has any of this been proven yet?

Last time I checked, no one had pled guilty to anything.

I bloody walked in on them, Zac!

And maybe they just popped round to your place

to let you know that some bugger

had vandalized your precious sign again.

~~ Oh, no. That was us, too.

Shay, don't.

Might as well own up to everything.

It's over anyway.

Yep.

Yeah, we did it.

And you know it's been vandalized again, don't you?

"Free Shake." I mean, what's that supposed to mean?

Is that some sort of joke at the expense of old people?

It's their celebrity-couple name.

- The what?! - Shay and lke... Shake.

- Like Brangelina or Kimye. - We are not a couple.

I'm treating it as a copycat crime.

Oh, this is funny, is it, Zac?

Come on, Mac.

It's two kids doing dumb stuff for something they believe in.

It's not the end of the world.

Oh, that's excellent parenting.

What about you, George? You're sitting there, saying not very much for a change.

What have you got to say on behalf of your family?

I'll pick you up after school.

I can get the bus home.

No, no. I'll come and get you.

Don't you trust me to get home on my own without breaking the law?

Well, I don't know. You tell me. Because once upon a time, I thought I knew you, but now?

Now I have no idea who you are.

-I'm still the same me, Dad. Really?

Because I've just found out all this stuff... all this stuff that's been happening behind my back.

Don't I have the right to a life?

Or was I meant to give that up, as well, -when you dragged us here? -Don't you dare use that

Oh, I have no excuses, Dad.

I'm guilty as charged on all fronts.

So let the punishment rain down.

♪ Take my hand

♪ And I'll lead you back

♪ To the other side

♪ You get yourself into a better place ♪

- Woody. - ♪ And live your life

Oh, hey, George.

I hope you don't mind me sitting in your chair.

I just wanted to feel what it was like on the throne of words.

Yeah.

Much like any other chair.

Yeah. Exactly what I realized.

Not a good work day today, Woody.

Exactly why work is the last reason I'm here.

Oh, unless you want to.

No. And no surfing either.

No. Me either. Not unless you want to.

- No. - Oh.

So, why are you here?

Well, for you, mate.

Anything you need.

Hey, how did that, um, restoration thingy go?

How it went was that I sat there, Woody,

thinking I should say something, anything,

and when I actually needed to speak... What about you, George?

You're sitting there, saying not very much for a change.

What have you got to say on behalf of your family?

All I could think of was how much I wished it was Laura,

not me, in that room.

Yeah, because of her being a lawyer? No.

Because she would have known exactly the right thing to say.

What about you?

What have you got to say on behalf of your family?

For starters, you need to pull your head in,

stop getting all pompous on it.

Yes, Shay broke the law,

and she will own that, and she will face the consequences.

But, quite frankly, a grown man playing with toy trains,

building his little model dream town...

If you're getting a hard time,

mate, you brought it on yourself.

Come on. We're leaving.

And you would do very well to stay far away from my girl.

Yep. Yes, Mrs. Turner.

Yeah.

Unfortunately, it was me.

What have you got to say on behalf of your family?

Um, well...

I mean, obviously I'm... I'm catching up on everything.

Um, and, uh, there's a lot to take in.

So, what was the decision, then?

There wasn't one.

Thanks for wasting my time.

And then everyone left, and I took my frustrations out on Shay

when I dropped her off at school.

Did you know?

Uh, about which bit?

Any of it?

Uh, about the civil-disobedience campaign, no.

What about the other bit?

The, uh...

- you know? - Yeah.

The "you know" that I didn't know.

Mate, I thought you did know.

- So you did know? - No. Yes.

Well, no. I mean, I had... I had a feeling

when I saw him sneaking out of here one day.

Here?! What, they were doing it here?

Well, I can't say that for certain.

I mean, I just saw him coming from around

Yeah, from Shay's room.

Look, if it helps any, whatever was happening then,

it's clearly not happening now.

I feel like... I feel like a visitor, Woody, in my own life,

that I've only just woken up to the real world.

No, come on. You're not an idiot.

Yes, I am.

Okay, well, look, I'll just hang here.

Hey.

The sign at the studio said you were here.

I know. I wrote it.

~ -How are you? - Oh, I've been better.

You had the thing this morning, right?

Yeah.

How did that go? How's Shay?

I have no actual idea how Shay is,

apart from being pissed off with the world...

which only adds to the feeling

that I've been living under a rock this whole bloody time.

How long had it been going on for?

I don't know.

Well, how long have you known?

-Well, it does to me.

I'm her father. I've a right to know.

Shay has a right to a private life.

She's only 17.

Exactly. She's 17.

The best thing I could do was advise her to tell you.

Which she didn't.

It's not entirely surprising.

Well, it was to me.

But pretty much everything is surprising to me these days.

Have you spoken to her about it?

Well, words have been exchanged.

I don't want to talk about it!

I never want to talk about it!

-Shay, I was... -There's no point in us talking about it because you won't understand!

- Shay, I just wanted to... - I said

- I'm not talking about it! - [ Door slams I

The thing is, I realized that I could handle Arlo.

But Shay...

Shay was always Laura territory.

Mothers and daughters.

Yeah, exactly.

I can never be to her.

- Did Dad send you? - What?

To check I'm actually at school?

No.

What are you doing?

I'm coming with you.

Just company.

- A friendly face. - Haven't you heard?

I've got a whole new bunch of friends now.

Look, they've even got name badges in my honor.

How neat is that?

Okay, well, how's about for protection, then?

Okay, first thing... I'm not the one who needs protecting,

and, second, if I did, I wouldn't choose you. Gee, thanks.

You ever gonna talk to me again?

Wasn't planning on it.

Oh, come on, Shay.

I'm not really sure what I did wrong here...

apart from, you know, not realizing that I was your first.

Go away.

You've got a whole new bunch of fans now

just dying to be the next conquest of the great Ike.

You were never a conquest.

Yet, strangely, I felt like one.

Shay.

-I've got a class.

We can be late.

So, how are you coping?

Okay.

Is there anything I can do to help?

Sorry. Isn't this where you give me the official hard word

for bringing the school into disrepute or whatever?

Oh, we have other people for that.

No, this is me asking you

if there's anything I can do to help.

No, because of you.

Look, all I'm saying is, I know what you're going through.

I don't think you do.

The outsider everyone looks at,

"That's her, she's the one,”

till you just want to disappear.

I've been there.

And if you want someone to talk to, you can come to me.

Okay?

We should get to class.

Mr. Turner.

Hi, Siouxsie.

Can you tell your daughter she's my new hero?

No, I'm not gonna tell her that.

Well, you should, because she is.

Why don't you tell her yourself? I don't talk to blondes.

Shouldn't you be on the other side of this thing?

I'm the black sheep of my family.

Saturday. Jan's phone.

- Is Jan there? - No.

- Is that George? - Hi, Noah.

- Is she around? - No. No, she's not.

Well, when will she back in?

I was just about to call you, actually.

You guys talk, like you're friends or something.

Well, we are friends.

So, she didn't call you to spit the dummy

about the restructuring?

What restructuring?

The whole magazine's getting a makeover.

Breathing some life into this dinosaur. Not before time.

And she's not happy about it, and now she's gone AWOL,

and the whole management team's looking at me

like it's my fault.

Nightmare.

All right, Noah, look, could you get her to call me?

It'll be top of my to-do list.

Keegan!

Hi. It's Jan.

Hi. It's George. Could you call me when you get this?

I just need a friendly voice to speak to right now.

For God's sake.

Will they have to go to trial?

I honestly don't know.

They tagged a sign and got caught playing Scooby-Doo.

~~ -Who cares? - I really wish you'd told me.

Dad, the first rule of teen survival is,

don't dob on your older sister.

But I did tell her to tell you.

Yeah, you and everyone else. So, why didn't she?

‘Cause it was her thing

How could I not know?

Well, "cause dads always look away

when it comes to their daughters, don't they?

Knock, knock.

Fiona.

Hi = I brought you this.

Let me guess.

- Lasagna? - Lasagna?

Yes.

Oh, just that, after Laura died,

people brought us food offerings,

and usually it was lasagna.

I'm sorry.

Right.

Well, sorry for bringing clichéd food.

Honestly, it's much appreciated.

No, I'll take that. Thank you.

Would you like a glass of wine?

I'm fine, thanks.

I was actually just wondering if Shay was here.

Yeah. She's in her room.

Theoretically, she's in her room.

Actually, I'm here.

How can I help?

I'm more wondering how I can help you.

Why would you want to help me?

- Shay. - What?

Is that not a fair question?

It's fine, George.

Look, uh...

it can't be easy for you without your mum.

Oh. Are you offering to take her place?

Shay, knock it off!

Not at all.

But I-1 just know what it's like

to be on the wrong side of the McNamaras.

Trust me, they can hold a grudge for years.

Do you think I actually care about the McNamaras

or whatever side I'm on with them?

1 did what I did

- Let's leave it at that, eh? - Knock, knock.

Just me.

What are you doing here?

Well, I came to see Shay.

Yeah, but, I mean, who's looking after the club?

Monty! Monty! Monty!

-Monty! Monty!

He'll be fine.

The offer still stands.

The answer still stands.

Right.

Whatever.

So, I hear you're the queen of the Weld criminal underworld.

- Something like that. - Cool.

No. Not cool.

Anyway, I came to see if you wanted a job.

Doing?

I want to cut back my hours.

Is this you trying to make me do

something more productive with my life?

No, this is me trying to get you to do something

- in this dead-end town. - Other than vandalizing it?

~~ Other than being a sad ass about it. Thanks.

But surfing is Dad's thing, not mine.

It's working in a shop. Yeah, but it kind of helps if you're interested

in what the store sells.

Don't you think?

Fine. I was just trying to help.

I know. Thanks.

Keep stirring the lasagna.

It's risotto.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Oh, apart from being a slut and a criminal?

Being so rude to these people.

- You mean your girlfriends? - Oh, don't start that again!

‘Them trying to play Mum... That's for you, Dad, not me.

They're being nice, trying to do you a favor.

No, they're trying to do you a favor,

helping you deal with your delinquent daughter. Oh, give it a rest, will you?!

Do you want to alienate everyone here just to prove a point?

Is that what this is?

"See how horrible this place is, Dad?

See how everyone here hates me?"

Is that your grand plan?

I don't have a grand plan, Dad.

He doesn't get it.

He doesn't get it.

[ Sighs I

Where the hell have you been?

I've been here, is where I've been,

trying to keep the ship afloat.

What do you want, Noah?

Your column.

Any chance you could rustle one up, like, now-ish?

Why? It's not due for a few more days.

Let me put it this way.

You'd be doing yourself areal big favor.

Well, between you and me,

apparently Jan had this huge falling-out with the managing editor,

and now she's tossed her handbag and gone bush.

Not answering anyone's calls.

But the thing is, George, with her gone,

you've lost your number-one fan.

So?

So, the restructuring team are culling...

if you get my drift.

My column is the last thing on my mind, if you get my drift.

So if you want to cull, then you cull,

~ because everything else in my life has turned to shit.

Why should my column be any different?

[ Cellphone chimes I

♪ Mm-mm

[ Cellphone chimes I

♪ A place that's holding no virtues ♪

♪ Where everything is in misuse ♪

♪ If I could only get out of

♪ This town now

♪ A place that's holding no virtues ♪

♪ Where everything is in misuse ♪

♪ If I could only get out of

♪ This town now

♪ A place that's holding no virtues ♪

♪ Where everything is in misuse ♪

♪ If I could only get out of

♪ This town now

♪ A place that's holding no virtues ♪

♪ Where everything is in misuse ♪

♪ If I could only get out of

♪ This town now

♪ All I'm wanting now

♪ Is a break

♪ Open up your eyes

♪ And start again

♪ It's an open ending, open ending ♪

♪ Nights are filled with fire

♪ Come take it in

♪ It's an open ending

♪ Open ending

♪ Hearts afire

♪ Freedoms like

- You crazy girl. - ♪ Life

♪ Hearts afire

Right, are we getting the bus or what?

Hello?

Constable Tom.

George. Mind if I come in?

Sure.

I don't know if you heard the siren go off last night.

. -No.

You were probably all asleep

when the contentious billboard burned down.

This was found in the wreckage.

Fairly standard petrol can.

You can buy them at the hardware store over at Stafford.

In a way, I'm not sad that bloody billboard's finally gone.

Bane of my life.

I'm just hoping that's the end of it, eh?

Well, I'll let you folks get on with your day.

I need your daughter.

I did her a favor once. It's time for some payback.

You know the favor I'm talking about, right?

I was just taking her to school.

I thought she could skip school today,

especially on the day that everyone's gonna be talking

about how the billboard burnt down.

-School or me... your choice. You.

- You cool with that? - Yeah, sure.

Climb in. You too, Arlo. I'll drop you at school on the way.

Give your dad some peace and quiet, en?

On the way to where?

~~ You'll see. Catch you later, George.

The billboard, man.

- It's awesome. - Not awesome, Billy.

But didn't you say last night...

No, it's not awesome, Billy.

Why was Constable Tom here?

Shut up, Billy.

Hello?

George.

Glad I caught you before you started doing

whatever it is you do over there.

Look, if they want to cull me, just cull me.

The thing is, mate, it turns out a lot of people like you.

They like what you do, and they want you to stay on.

Well, what's the problem, then?

It's just a couple of the boys upstairs.

I need to give them something to get you across the line.

~~ Whatline? The line you need to cross to keep your job.

Has Jan shown up yet?

Oh, forget Jan.

She is missing.

Presumed unemployed.

This is about you

to join her on the scrap heap.

George, I know this is crap,

but it's over to you if you want to play the game.

And you do like writing your column, right, George?

Then do yourself a favor and whack one out today.

And make it bold.

Not your usual navel-gazing, you know.

We're thinking bold now, so let's put a rocket up it, eh?

Hello?

You still there?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm still here.

And okay.

People think they know me through this column...

that somehow this is an accurate representation

It isn't.

It never has been.

Until now.

♪ Hey

Your dad's a pretty good guy, you know.

I'm aware what you think of him.

Not what / think that matters.

It's what you think that we're here to talk about.

He's trying to understand you.

I know.

And you think you do?

Oo I think I'm better at it than he is.

But, then, he's at a disadvantage

While he may not always get it right,

- his heart's in the right place. - Yeah.

His heart definitely is in the right place.

- Mine isn't. - It could be.

Not anymore.

I don't fit in here, and I can't disappear.

Everyone thinks they know me,

everyone having an attitude about me.

Everyone who tries to be my friend

when I don't know what I actually mean to them.

Can we drop this? I don't really want to talk about it with you.

So talk about it with George.

When I'm ready, I will.

All I wanted to hear. Come on.

. -Mm.. -Where to now? Stafford.

Dennis is earning me a freakin' fortune

selling his art to the Eurotrash set.

You can help me spend my guilt money.

♪ Hey

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hello?

Auntie Jan.

No. Who's this?

Arlo. Who's this?

Noah. I'm sure your dad's mentioned me.

Nope.

Never mind. Uh, hey, is he there?

Uh, no.

Uh, just called to let him know everyone loved it.

- Loved what? - His column.

What, the last one?

Today's one about your sister.

Sorry?

Anyway, just let him know I trimmed it a bit,

but everyone loves it here.

Brutally honest stuff.

Wait. So it's not actually 800 words?

Yeah, I know it's called 800 Words, but come on.

Who's crazy enough to count the words?

Well, he does.

Yeah, he'll be cool.

Uh, can you get him to call me?

:::::: www.hiqve.com ::::::

If you're gonna live here, you may as well enjoy it.

- If you need anything, call me. - Will do.

Hey.

Congratulations.

What have I done now?

Oo Only sent Dad screaming over the edge.

That's all.

This is a letter to my daughter, Shay...

from a father who no longer knows how to talk to you...

who seems to be getting it wrong at every turn,

This is a letter to say

that I know I can never replace your mother...

no matter how hard I try,

and the harder I try, the worse I seem to make it.

Your mother's gone.

And we both have to live with that.

This is a letter to my daughter...

asking you to talk to me...

to tell me what's going on inside that...

that wonderful, remarkable mind of yours.

Hello.

How was your day with Katie?

What was the one rule, Dad?

What?

The true reason I brought you here

was the ghosts.

All over Sydney, there were ghosts of your mother...

The places we'd been, the things we'd done as a family.

I couldn't live with those ghosts.

So I had to escape them.

The problem...

I realize now, is that ghosts follow you.

And I can't compete with your mother's ghost.

Not unless you tell me how.

When you started writing your column,

what was the one rule we agreed on?

Oh, that... that wasn't so much a rule as a guideline.

No, they were, and still are, rules.

What was the rule, Dad?

If I'm to use you as a source material,

I must do so obliquely, I must not use your name,

or include any embarrassing stuff

that could be traced back to you directly

and cause you social death.

You broke every bit of that rule.

You took everything that's happened,

you took Shay's private story,

and put it out there for the world.

She was in tears, Dad.

- Yeah. - See?

- Because I love it. - What?

- Really? - Yeah.

Just reading it written out like that.

It helped me make my mind up about a lot of things.

Like what?

It doesn't matter.

The point is, I know you're not Mum,

and you should never have to be her.

So does that mean we can, you know...

talk about stuff now?

But we will.

You don't have to go to school if you don't want to.

No, I had a day off yesterday.

Can't hide here all my life.

Come on, weirdo.

You got your lunch?

Nah, I'm all good.

Do you want me to pick you up after school?

BN. No. Do what you need to do.

Go surfing.

Oh, and if you see any of your lady friends, tell them thanks.

Tell Katie she really helped.

♪ And I've learned the lesson you taught me ♪

Yeah, I will do.

Okay, how come you're suddenly the queen of serene?

I just figured there's no point in fighting everything, eh?

No, you can't seriously be okay with that column, right?

I'm perfectly fine with it.

♪ More

- Now I miss you -What are you doing?

♪ More

♪ Now I miss you

♪ More

♪ Now I miss you more

♪ More

♪ Now I miss you more

♪ More

♪ Now I miss you more

♪ More

Hi. It's Jan.

Okay, I'm getting seriously worried now.

Please call me.

Hello?

~~ -George.

Hey, I don't know if we need to be concerned,

but Shay hasn't turned up for school today.

Well, she left here with Arlo.

Yeah, he's here with me, but apparently, at the bus stop, she took off with Ike.

What do you mean when you say "took off"?

On his motorbike.

And he hasn't turned up for school either.

Okay, thanks, Tracey. I'll take it from here.

If she turns up, I'll let you know.

This is Shay. I'll get back to you.

~~ They're notinthere.

But, by all means, check again.

- Where else might they be? - Mate, I have no idea.

- Anything? Anything at all? - Don't know.

Maybe the place that started all this hoo-ha.

Woody?!

George!

Katie's got me making the dunnies habitable for the shindig.

- Have you seen Shay? - In the dunnies?

- Anywhere. - No, mate. Not today.

She and lke have taken off.

Young lovers on the run?

Maybe something like that.

Well, look, if I see them, I'll sing out.

- Thanks. - No worries.

Well, how long have they been gone? Well, they didn't turn up at school.

- So not long, then? - No, but given recent events.

They're probably just patching up the relationship.

That's not making me feel any better.

She could do a lot worse around here, believe me.

Again, not making me feel any better.

Was there anything she said about this yesterday?

No. Please don't cover for her again.

I'm not. And I wouldn't.

Not in this situation.

Okay, okay.

Go home. Wait there. I'll rattle the kumara vine.

If I hear anything, I'll let you know, okay?

No. I'm not gonna sit around feeling useless.

I've done enough of that.

So, why would she be here?

Well, you offered her a job, someone to talk to.

Which she didn't exactly greet with open arms.

Yeah, you're clutching at straws here, George.

Go home. She'll come back.

If you like, I can tell you places I used to take boys when I was near her age.

Go home. She'll come back

Yeah, thanks, anyway.

~ Hey, George. Great piece today.

- What piece? - Got a Google alert.

It tells me every time your name pops up.

Got to love the Internet, eh?

~My column is in the weekend paper.

Not this one.

But lovely work.

Reminded me again of how I felt

when my beloved Norma popped her clogs.

But, then, my kids aren't a patch on your girl, en?

Thanks, Dad.

You don't want my disappointment,

make me bloody proud of you.

- Pasta? - Scallops.

Hey, George, if you ever want to talk, just yell out.

- I'm there for you. - You are?

-Solo dads.

Teenage girls and all the nightmares it entails.

- Oh. - But there's joy.

There's always joy, as well.

Thanks, Monty.

- Hey, do you play lawn bowls? - Uh, no.

I find talking and lawn bowls a very pleasurable combination.

You didn't tell me you were running it today.

Everyone loved it so much...

The honesty, the plea for help.

People were crying in the office.

So they ran it in the opinion section

as a taster of where your column is heading.

But it's not heading there. It was a one-time thing.

We can talk about that.

And we need another column by Monday.

George, I'm sorry, but if I dropped everything every time

a couple of kids decided to wag school for the day,

quite frankly, ‘round here, I'd have no time for anything else.

She is not wagging school.

Look, even with everything going on, this is not like her.

[ Clears throat I'll tell you what, George.

I'll take a bit of a drive around the usual places

I catch couples... courting,

and if I find her, I'll let you know.

Go home. Yeah, I know.

Nice. Nice.

Shay?

Shay.

N Hey. She turned up yet?

No.

- Anything? - No.

I've looked everywhere I can think of, asked everyone I can think of. left messages.

How's the kumara vine?

Silent, I'm afraid.

Zac, I don't care what sob story he gives you.

If that boy shows up, you call me

the moment he walks in the door, okay?

Good.

Still no sign of Ike.

Hey, Dad.

Look what I found in Shay's room.

Hi, Dad.

Where the hell are you?

The first thing I need to say is, I really love you.

Yeah, I love you, too. Where the hell are you?

And I need to say I'm sorry for everything.

Look, that's fine. Just tell me where you are.

I will come and get you. Is Ike there?

No. And this has nothing to do with him anymore,

so please don't take it out on him.

Shay, where are you?

In Sydney, at Grandpa and Grandma's house.

I made lke drive me to the airport,

and I bought a ticket online with your card,

but I swear I will pay you back.

Jesus, how long have you been planning this?

I haven't.

It just happened, okay?

I've been thinking about it ever since...

everything.

And then I read what you wrote, and I decided.

It's what I needed to do, Dad.

And I loved what you wrote, honestly...

being why you left, why we left.

Well, your ghosts are my memories,

and I need those to live.

Otherwise, Mum dies every day for me.

Did Roger and Trish put you up to this?

No, they had nothing to do with it.

Can you just stop being all Dad about it, please?

And how long are you planning to be there?

~~ I'm so sorry, Dad.

I tried, I swear, but...

I can't live there.

I need the ghosts.

You can't live with them.

I don't see any other way.

George, it's Trish.

Now, I'm sure you get how hard this is for Shay.

And she's had a hell day.

As we all have, Trish.

So maybe we should just pick this up tomorrow.

That would be good. I just want to speak to my daughter

and say good night to her if I could.

Of course.

Your dad wants to say good night, darling.

I love you, Shay...

no matter what you do or where you are, okay?

I know.

She's in Sydney.

Says she's not coming back.

Oh, God.

I am so sorry.

[ Knock on door I

Okay. That was a huge mistake.

I almost died wheeling this thing up the bloody driveway.

More fool me for getting the taxi

to drop me at the bottom of the drive.

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