All language subtitles for 800.Words.S02E07.1080p.BluRay.x265-YAWNiX

♪ And this is inside out ♪

♪ I want the best ♪

♪ But our love is lost ♪

♪ And this is inside out ♪

♪ I want you here ♪

Nah.

- Yeah.
- No. I hear you, but nah.

-0i.

-How's it looking?

- Sweet.
- Lousy.

I'm telling you,
I'm not seeing it.

And I'm telling you
it's happened.

No. It's close,
but it's not here yet.

~~ No.
Today's the day.

~The day for what?
- Nothing. She's dreaming, mate.

Oh, you wouldn't understand
because you're not a local.
Well, I think I am.

No, you're not.
Not yet.
You see, George,
once a year there's a day...

- Which is not today...
- Yes, it is.

Waves passes from the locals
to the summer people.

Okay.
No one owns the waves.

Okay. If you want to get
all airy-fairy hippie on it.

They turn up with their
boogie boards and their Jet Skis
and the planks
they call longboards,

and they don't understand the
rules, and it turns to mayhem.

- Mayhem?
Yep.
Yeah. If you're a local,
you don't surf after that day.

Not until all the summer people
are gone.

Well, it doesn't look
any different to me.
‘Cause you're not a local.

Or you're wrong
and today's not the day.
I'm not wrong.

And I'm going for a surf, ‘cause
apparently I'm not a local.

Yeah, yeah.
And I'm with you, mate.

Actually, I need a quick word.

Don't say you weren't warned!

Life turns on moments.

They roll up on us like a wave,
so we cannot plan for them,

which means we just have to
deal with the aftermath.

There's nothing different
about today.
Yeah. That's just Hannah.

She's a pessimist who hates
all the summer people,

even the ones
she's hooked up with.

Some summer people
are actually pretty good.

And some are so good,
you actually forget
they're summer people.

Well, is it a problem
they're summer people?

~~ Well, no.
It's just weird, you know?
Not really.

Well, it's like how when you're
in bed with someone

and they're talking about
how much they really like

farmers' markets, right?

And you're like, "Yeah.
Not so much."

Because most of the people
that sell you stuff
at farmers' markets,

they're not actually farmers,
George.
They're just people
selling you stuff

that a farmer would sell you
if they weren't busy farming.

And when they don't get that,
you realize you know someone
who would get that...

and it's not them.

Well, I guess that depends
how important farmers' markets
are to you

in the, uh, bigger picture.
Yeah.
Well, not at all.

But it does get you thinking
about the bigger picture.

Yeah, but it isn't clear,
George.
It isn't!

That's what the lure of the
summer people does to a man...

Messes with his thinking
by being all fresh and shiny
and... new.

- Oh. Mine.
- Hey, hey. Locals first!

George, locals first!

Hey!
Of course, one man's moment

usually means someone else
has missed out.

And the thing

is that you can never
get it back.

Woody.

George!

Bb Right.
Three, two, one and lift.

Okay.
No hurry.
The last thing we want to do
is drop him.

- ~ -No, don't drop me.
- We won't drop you.

Nobody likes being dropped, eh?
We won't drop you, Woody.

Hey, I'll get that thing done
for you tomorrow.

Don't worry about it, Woody.
♪ You take my hand
and I'll lead you back ♪

- Woody!
- What happened?

Woody's taken a bit of a blow
to his head.

Have 1?
Yes, Woody.

Hey, you are such a nice,
shiny person.

Yes.
~ You are too.
Just lie still, okay?

Jet Skis really hurt when you
hit them with your head, eh?

Smug, rich morons
and their evil machines.

We're taking him through
to Stafford Hospital.

- I'm coming with you.
- Yep. Climb on in.

You can't pick the
moments that change your life.

It doesn't work that way.

They pick you, and you hang on,
hoping for the best.

This idiot on a Jet Ski
came out of nowhere.

I mean, what the hell are they
doing in the same water
where people are surfing?

I-I don't know.
Yeah. Course you don't.
Sorry.

“Why what?
- Say you're sorry.

You're turning into
a New Zealander.

They say sorry all the time.

Look, i-if you're angry
about the Jet Ski people,

that is nothing
to be sorry about.

Write about it.

Yeah.
Yeah, I should.

But right now
I've got to get to Stafford.

- He'll be okay.
- Do you think?

Woody strikes me as someone
who would be hard to kill.

Gloria, uh, I'm not exactly sure
what the protocol is here,

but can we, you know,
stop the presses?

Already stopped.
Really?

In the light of today's events,
I thought we might want to
switch out the headline.

Yeah.
Yeah, probably for the best.

We can wait.
See how it turns out.

Good. Thanks.

I do want to write about it,
though.

Oh, of course.
You should.

Something along the lines of
"Jet Skis are evil
and should be banned."

That's a pretty strong
editorial position, George.

Well, I feel pretty strongly
about it.

I'm off to Stafford now.
I'll write it there if I can.

Of get it out
of your system now.
No.
I want to get to the hospital.

Okay. I know.
Give me your phone.

Give me your phone, George.

Phone.
Yeah.

One of the things
I've been meaning to tell you

is that you have
a Twitter account.

I do?
Yeah, in your official role as
editor of the News of the Weld.

You have followers
and everything.

But I've never tweeted
in my life.
Well, I've been taking care
of the actual tweeting for you.

But don't worry.
Everything has been
fairly innocuous up until now.

Is this the kind of thing
you wanted to say?

I keep your spelling and grammar
fairly old-school

because, well... you are.

That is what I want to say.

Then tweet away.

Oh, you just touch
the word "tweet."

Yeah.
I know that much.

Welcome to the information age,
George.

Send me a long-winded editorial
version when you're ready, okay?

-[ Cellphones ringing I
-That'll be the word spreading.

Big Mac?
Any word yet?

No. I-I'm on my way
to the hospital now.

Okay.
Keep us posted, eh?

Will do.

And hold off on the witch hunt

until we have all the details,
will you?
Sorry.
The what?

One incident is hardly cause
for a ban.

And I'm not just saying that
as the owner of a small
Jet Ski hire company.

Sorry.
Did you read the tweet?

Yeah, and I realize
everyone's emotional right now,

but throwing around words
well, it's just not helpful,

Well, maybe you should
tweet that, Big Mac.

Well, somebody will, George.

I have to go now.

Our thoughts are with Woody.

I tweeted him what's what, Dad.

Yeah.

Hello.
Okay.

I get that news travels fast
in Weld,
but in this case, I think
you've really jumped the gun.

-Woody.

Last I heard,
he was very much alive.

I'm here to place an ad
for my pickles.

I sell them
at the farmers' market.

~~ Oh, right. Yeah.
Gloria can help you with that.

I'll... I'll pass that on.

[ Cellphone chimes I

-Ooh I

-Sorry! Sorry.
-Jesus, George.
-Watch where you're going.
-I know. Are you all right?

Yeah, I was until you scared
the living daylights out of me.

- You haven't heard.
- Heard what?

- About Woody.
- What happened?

He got hit by a Jet Ski.
He's on his way to hospital.

That's where I'm going now.

Go.

Gol!

Every summer I say it.
Nobody listens to me.

Say what?

Jet skis, surfers...

It's a tragedy
waiting to happen.
Now it has.

We don't really know
it's a tragedy yet.
The man's in hospital, Arlo.

Yeah, but a tragedy is like
a whole other level of thing.

Are you going in there?

Yeah.
So?

I don't go in there while
the summer people are here.

Not after last summer.

What happened last summer?

I don't want to talk about it.

O-Okay.

I-I thought I'd ask
if there were any jobs going.

Well, good luck with that.

Sorry.

- Stop it.
- I'm sorry.

I'm not saying sorry
for the dropping.

I'm saying sorry
for the sorries.

I don't care. Just stop.

I can't help it.
Sorry.

- Oh, sorry.
- Don't you start.

How can we help?

Um, uh, is Fiona here?

Fiona is on ambulance duty,

cleaning up the mess
that idiot jet skier made.
Can I help?

Well, I-I was gonna ask
if there were any jobs going.

Were you?

But... But it's okay.
I can... I can come back.

What's wrong with asking me
if there's a job going?

Well, okay.
I brought along my CV.
Really?
-It's not much, I'm afraid.

Trust me, you're already
way ahead of the curve.

Can you wash dishes?
Uh, yeah.

Lousy hours
and totally minimum wage.

You good with that?

Sure.

Emma will show you the sink.

Come on.

Maybe all those people
who have joked for years

will regret it now.
Joked about what?

About Woody being brain damaged.

Who would say
such a terrible thing?

The gallery's exhibiting
their summer catalog.

~ Ooh.
I like art.
Pretty art, of course.

Not weird art
or art I don't understand.

Hey, any word on Woody?

No.

A terrible, terrible thing.

Ike's doing all right
for himself.

I had no idea that was his name.
Yeah.
Not many people do.

I always assumed he was called
Woody because he was a builder.

He thinks it's funny
that's what you thought.

Our friend Jeff Woodson.
They said he was on this ward.

- Well, can we see him?
- No.

~ Isheinsurgery?
No, he's in his room, but he's
already got two visitors,

and hospital policy
is no more than two visitors.

Unless you're whanau
or close family.
-Are you whanau or close family?
-Not really.

Then you'll have to wait
until someone steps out.

Oh, for God's sake.

I warned you about this.

And I told you that the sound
of a familiar voice singing

is invaluable
with coma patients.

Coma?

On, Tracey, George,
thank God you're here.

Help me do battle
with this dragon.

There is no singing on my ward.
Heathen.

Now that Dr. Smiler
has stepped out,

one of you is more than welcome
to take his place.

- You should go in first.
- No.

I need someone to go in
and come back out

and tell me he's gonna be okay.

Are you sure?

Apparently it looks worse
than it is.

This is a precaution.

A heap of questions,

and he kept getting
the answers wrong.

So they were worried,
so they put him under.

Personally, he just sounded

but I'm not a doctor.

Watching someone sleep is weird.

There are no fractures.

I mean, clearly Woody has
a skull of cast iron.

I can believe that.

I'l get this.

Yes, because it's your table.

I knew that.

So, do we know how long
he'll be in this coma for?
No.

But he'll be all right,
won't he?

We live in hope.

Yeah.
We do.

I'd better get back.

Why is George's son
working here?
Because he is.

- Since when?
- Since today.

You can't just hire staff
every time I'm not here.

Not every time.
Just this one.
And we needed a dishwasher.

So Woody gets hit on the head
with a Jet Ski
and I end up forking out?

Also, I think they make
a really cute couple.

But they need all the help
they can get.

- That is possibly true.
- Oh, sorry!

Do you mind if I... Yeah.
That's okay if I just...

_ Sorry!

- Just the two of you?
- Others will come.

The tribe gathers to honor
the fallen.
Fiona.

- Dad might be joining us.
- Oh. Good.

I've had an ice cream,
so I might stick with the drinks
if that's all right.

-Yeah. What if I'm hungry?
-Well, you can order something.
-I said I had an ice cream.
-Pick a table.

Any table.

How's our boy Woody?

In an induced coma.

Uh, just grab a table and I'll
send someone over with menus.

Why are we serving him?

Who? Monty?
‘No idea.
The guy who drove the Jet Ski.

So that's grounds for not
serving him lunch in your book?

-Hell, yeah.
-Fine.
Then Emma can take care
of their table.

You are kidding, right?

- It was an accident, Hannah.
- So he's in hospital unconscious

and you're going to drink
and tell Woody stories?

And you could too
if you got off your high horse.
But it doesn't help, does it?

So we should all stay home
and study brain surgery?

That's not in very good taste.
It's what people do, Katie,

They get together
because it's better
than not getting together.

And if you'd like to come down
to the Boat Club, too,
that would be good.

And I'll buy you fellas dinner.

He seems... peaceful.

You go in.
I don't know if I should.

Tracey, you didn't come all this
way to sit in a waiting room.
Go.

It's fine.

It'll be fine.

He talks about you a lot.

I'm not the fun police.
Sorry, George?

If only all wars
were Twitter wars

where the only thing
that got hurt were feelings

and everyone went home
thinking they've won.

I am not the fun police.

And what's dancing
got to do with it?

"Footloose," George.

Are you not familiar
with the works

of the great Kevin Ba-con?

Oh. Oh, right.
I get it now.

Yay.

Another tweet telling me I suck.

George, you've really
got to work on recognizing

your phone sounds.

Hey, Jan!

~ Shmiler, hi.
Is George there?

Uh, yeah.
Hi, Jan.

Well, it's a small world,
George.

He's alive, in an induced coma.

And being guarded by barbarians

who don't understand the
medicinal benefits of culture.

But he's gonna be okay, right?

- Yeah. It's just a precaution.
- Against what?

Brain swelling!
Anyway, Jet Skis...
Forget what those
Twitter trolls say.

They are evil.
What, you... you know
about the Twitter thing?

Of course.
I follow you.
I didn't know there was a me
to follow until today.

Really?

Jan, does my column over there
have a Twitter account?

Yes, but I do an excellent you.

Yeah, Jan!

- I'm gonna hang up now.
- Well, keep me posted.

- Will I need to?
- So Woody and I are standing in front of these cabinets

he's supposed to be building
for me.

For your toy trains?
Scale models, Zac.

All want to know is when he's
gonna finish the bloody things.

And he starts going on
about Aristotle

and symmetry and proportion
and harmony.

Then he goes surfing,
never comes back,

and they're still not finished.

Monty?
Good question.

No.
Him.

You can't lock someone up
for an accident.

Well, you can,
but not in this case.

You should be throwing the book
at him after what he did.

There's not really a book
to throw.

Hey.
Any word?

I just deliver them, Tom.

If there was any word,
presumably...

you'd be among the first
to hear it.

Good point.

Do you want a coffee?

I'm fine. Thanks.

Just checking you're okay.

Having the greatest day ever.

All good here.

He's still in a coma,
so it's hard to tell.

That sucks.

Yeah.
No good.

But in unrelated good news,
Arlo's got a job.
Really?

It's nothing.
It's part time.

Mm, so he can be near
his true love.

Dont listen to her.
She doesn't know anything.

- Is this Emma?
- Worst waitress ever.

I-1 got a job because...
I want to earn money, right?

Yeah.
Right.
If you say so, Arlo.
Good on you.

Look, the thing is, I'm not sure

if I can make it back to Weld
tonight.

I love you and I'll keep you
posted if anything happens.

~ Seeya.
You away?

Oh, I'm not very good
around hospitals.

Yeah.
I know what you mean.

Tracey and Enrico
are on Woody watch.

He's humming Puccini or someone
to drive Nurse Whatsit
up the wall.

It's working.

You know, I never, ever thought
of sitting in silence

as a competitive sport.

‘Well, I'm sure it's not.
It is when you're sitting
alongside Miss Perfect.

Tracey isn't trying to compete
with you.

No, "cause she doesn't have to.

I'm going in search
of some decent coffee.

- You want some?
- No. I'm good, thanks.

‘So, will any of the things
being exhibited be yours?

Mine?

No.
No way.

Because I'm not very good.

I bet you're really good.

Thanks for this.

Oh, no worries.
Anytime.

I'm sure the ladies all love it.

Well, 1 live in hope.

Do you want a ride?

I'm good.
~~ Thanks.
All you have to do is call.

Still good.

Being the creatures we are,
we try and control the moments
that shape our destiny.

We try to bend them

Sometimes this works, sure.

But sometimes we get it
tragically, tragically wrong.

Any change?

Apart from me
scaring Becks away?

You didn't scare her away.
I saw her outside.

She was saying she wasn't good
around hospitals.

I don't want to drive her away,
George.

I know.

Woody and I, we had our shot,
and we made our choices.

Well, I made my choice.

She's really nice,
and she's into him.

That's good.

-Woody and Becks.
-Oh, lovely couple.
Woody and Tracey?

I see where you're heading
You do?

George, I've spent enough time

banging on about Tracey
to be one step ahead of you.

So why aren't they together?

Apart from the fact
that he's in a coma
and got another girlfriend?

Yeah. Yeah.
Bigger picture.

Well, sometimes
‘cause humans make dumb choices
for what they think
are the right reasons.

But what if all parties agree
the wrong decision's been made
but they don't know how to say it?

Especially when one
of the parties is in a coma.

Yeah.
Exactly.

George, sometimes
when a man has no voice,

it might help if another man
became his voice.

Two beautiful people walking
a path through a forest.

Then they come to a fork
in that path

and then decide to take
separate paths.

And the further they go
along these separate paths,

the more they realize
their splitting up
was a really dumb idea.

But they can't go back
because you can't go back.

So what they need is a voice

telling them
to get off that path

and venture into the forest.

And the voice has to guide them
through the forest

until they meet
on another path...

The one they couldn't see
for all the trees.

~ Youdo realize
that you're the voice, right?
Thanks for the hospital pass.

What better place for
a hospital pass than a hospital?

How's the job going?

Good.
Good.

I hate doing dishes.
Me too.

But it's your job.

I don't mind.

How come you spend summers here
with Fiona?

Um, my mum hooked up
with this guy
and he's got four kids already,

so last summer I came to stay
with Auntie Fiona,

and it kind of worked.

So we decided to do it again.

I'm glad you did.

Me too.

And this summer's been
way better than last summer.

What...
What was wrong with last summer?

Uh... there was this guy
who had this huge crush on me.

Got awkward.

Does that happen a lot...
Guys getting a crush on you?

Yeah. All the time.
Yeah.
That must be terrible.

Well, it helps if I've got
a crush on the guy too.

Who said you could take a break?
Hannah.

Don't listen to her.
Get back inside.

You're okay to close up, eh?

Of course.

Oo BILLY:
Don't get drunk and drive.

I won't.
If I get drunk, I'll call Ike.

Why would she call lke
if she was too drunk to drive?

Because that's his job.

Driving drunk people?

He's like Weld's version
of Uber.

In that stupid
beach-buggy thing.

Apparently it's part
of the attraction.

Word is he's coining it,
saving heaps for going away.

Going away?
Yeah.
On a scholarship.

What scholarship?

The one to go to university
in Auckland.

The one he got when...

You'd run away.

So Woody says, "Mate,
you think the banister's poked?

Wait till you see
the newel post.”

And the thing was, he was right.

Yeah. Ripping story, Sean.
Good one.

I was just pointing out
that he had a really good eye

- when it came to stairs.
- Had? He's not dead, Sean.

Uh, sorry for interrupting.

Uh, but you're friends
of Woody's, right?

What right do you even have
to use his name?

Hannah, settle.

I just wondered
if there's been any news.

Uh, not for a while.

So, still in a coma
is the answer.

I get that you're angry with me,
and I don't blame you.

Oh, that's big of you.

And if I could take back
the moment I got on that thing,

I-1 would.

But I can't.

It was Ryan's first time
on a Jet Ski.

I argued with my mates...
"If you want to ride
a motorbike, ride a motorbike,"

that there's no place for them
on the water.

"Don't diss them till you've
tried it," they said.

Like an idiot, I agreed.

So we're meant to feel sorry
for you now, are we?

Like I said, my decision,
and I have to wear it.

I'm just hoping like hell
he's okay.

Do you want a drink, mate?

_ a oo Uh, no.
I should... I should get back.
Bring them over.

- We're all friends here.
- Come on.

- Bring them over.
- Come on.

- Come here, mate.
- Okay.

Ooh.

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

If it stops you singing, you
can go in and see your friend.

But isn't that
against the rules?

If it stops you singing,
it's worth it.

So they just stopped the drugs?

And he wakes up when he's ready.

It'll be good to have him back,
don't you reckon?

Yeah.

Been that way for a while,
though, hasn't it?

I guess.

It just gets into my soul,
you know?

I mean, when a man has the gift
of being able to say

exactly the right thing to
a woman at the right time, or...

Oh, he certainly has that gift.

And I'm not even a woman.

Why do things never go
the way you want, George?

Because when you plan...

God laughs.

Something like that.
It's not very helpful, though,

when you try and figure out
if it's the right time.

The right time for what?

To fall in love.

I don't think you can schedule
falling in love.

Look who I found.

Sorry.
Coffee hunt... fruitless.

Wow. You breached the defenses.

Yes, George, I did.

Here.

Thanks.

Ike in a Buggy
is seriously the best name
you could come up with?

~ But I'm Ike,
and I drive my buggy.

Yeah, but it sounds like you're
from, like, the Wild West.

Maybe I want it to sound
like that.
Yeah.
Right.

Okay, Shay.

Or did you just call
only to mock me?

Mainly the mocking.

But I, uh, do need a pickup.

Oh, do you?
Yes.

What if I'm already on my way
to another pickup?

Then I guess you'll miss out.

And I can't have that.
Where am I picking you up from?

Katie's gallery.

Give me five minutes
to close up.

1 will be there in four.

~~ So sorry!
Family emergency!

So, this is
your moneymaking venture.

I'm doing okay.
I know you are.

Who you're driving round.

They're summer people, Shay.
That's all.

Who like to be driven by Ike.

Strictly professional.

Hands off.

I don't want to.

I repeat... Why?

Look, I-I could...

I could hide behind a joke here.

That would be easy as.

Much easier than the truth.

Which is what?

They're not you.

You're leaving, I hear.

When summer's done, yeah.

I'll give you directions
as we go.

So to make my point,
I took the half-finished shelves

and I put them up for sale
at the gallery as a work of art.

Woody was rapt.
He kept calling himself
an artist.

- Did they sell?
- Actually, yes.

- Brenda bought them.
- Yeah, I did.

- Did you?
- I love them.

How much did you pay?

This will go on for a while,
so just see you in the morning.

Okay.

Uh, do...
Do I still have a job tomorrow?

Yes, Arlo,
you have a job tomorrow.

Do you want to come back
to my place?

You know, watch something or...

I'd love that.

Oh.

No.
No, you are.

Do you know anything
about Twitter?

I've sort of started something,
and it's gone in strange
and unexpected directions.

No, but I certainly know
the feeling.

Are you...

sneaking off again?

I feel like a fraud
being in there.

He's waking up.

If you don't at least
say goodbye...

he's gonna be very confused.

What year is it?

What year is it?

Uh...

Uh, it's this year.

What year is it?

It's this year.

Yes, but what year is this?

It's this... year.

Oo NURSE:
What year is this year?!

What does it matter, lady?!
It's always this year!

G'day, guys.

♪ Spend a lot of time thinking
about the situation I'm in ♪

You're sure this is where
you want to go?

♪ Get it once in every while ♪

♪ But I never really make sense
ofitd

♪ ...like the figure-eight
on my wrist ♪

♪ One day I'll figure it out
and drill it into my head ♪

♪ Moving on ♪

♪ Manning up ♪

Sorry, but Ike and his
buggy are done for the night.

But please leave a message,
because your business is
important to us.

What kind of lame-duck taxi
service are you running here?

Tom!

You're on taxi duty.

♪ Two years cleaning up the mess
that I made ♪

He's awake.

Is he okay?

♪ But I take the leap anyway ♪

♪ I feel the nerves swirl
around my body ♪

[ Cellphone chimes I

George just says, "He's Woody."

I really want to say that it was
full of dreams of, you know,

polar bears and penguins
just living side by side,

but it really wasn't.

Disappointing.
And what's the last thing
you remember?

Um, well, I was out the back
with George, and, um...

we were talking.

~~ That's right.
And then you decided to surf
into a Jet Ski.

Is that what it was?!

What did you think it was?

Oh, I thought it was
a very loud polar bear

being chased
by an angry penguin.

~~
Welcome back, Woody.

It's good to be back, mate.
[ Laughs I

I'm glad you made it, en?

Yeah.
Me too.

And, uh... I'm happy for you.

Thanks.

You're a great guy.

All yours.

Okay. Um, hang on.

Did I just come out of a coma
and get dumped?

It's like what you were saying
when we were out the back,

about how sometimes
you don't pick up on the moments

that change your life
until it's too late.

The thing is, sometimes life
has a way of fixing things...

giving you the chance
to put right

what you should have got right
the first time.

And that's the best I've got.

Shall we give them the room?

I think we shall.

Q So...

You know all that stuff I said

about not wanting to mess up
my life with a relationship?

That was crap.

It really was.

Are you crying?

Lots of dust
in these old hospitals, eh?

So, how much do I owe you?

Um, I think this one's
on the house.
Oh, that's no way
to run a business.

Uh, it's called building a
relationship with the customer.

Keep them coming back for more,
SO...

Well, I still think
you deserve something

for being such an excellent
taxi driver.

Mm.

Mm.

Business calls.

Some hussy
doing the walk of shame.

Oh, my favorite customers.

Life turns on moments.

They roll up on us like a wave.

So he just woke up
like nothing had happened?

Well, for him,
nothing had happened...

That he was aware of, anyway.

Go, Woody.

So... anything happen here
while I was away?

No, nothing much.

Emma and I watched movies.

No biggie.

So we cannot plan for them,
which means we just have to
deal with the aftermath.

Don't say a word.

Other moments, thankfully,
can be taken back

and consigned to the pit
where they belong.

Please make it stop.
Shall I handle all of your
tweeting from now on, then, eh?
Yes, please.

Then there are moments
that deserve to be shouted
from the rooftops.

I'm back!

I didn't die!

Monty!

Hey!
- Yeah!

- I'm out of my coma!
- Hey!

There's lke.
Ikey! Jet Ski, mate!

Yoo-hoo!

Hey, buddy!

I'm alive!

- I'm alive!
- Yay!

Yahoo!
- Hey.
- Hey, Georgie!

I thought Smiler
was bringing you back.

Well, the last time
I saw Smiler,

he was heading off
with the nurse
and a very big smile
on his face.

Hey, George,
you have to try Doug's pickles.

They are amazing.

I'l catch you later.

It doesn't look any different,
does it?

No.

But it is.

Yeah.

It doesn't last long, though...

You know,
till the summer people are gone

and she's all ours again.

Us locals.

-I'm a local now, am I?
-Yeah.
Yeah, I reckon.

Which means you can be
in on the secret place.

Oh.
There's a secret place?

Well, if you're a local,
there is.

And luckily, now you are.

But hey, let's take your car.

My system's still full of drugs,

and every now and again,
I still see double.

So, bring the other George
with you, will you?

And we might as well grab
your kids on the way too.

On the way where?

There, George.
There, mate.

♪ I screamed your name out ♪

Uh, normally no.

Big Mac would do his nut.
Is this Big Mac's land?

- Yeah, but he gets it.
- Gets what?

Well, that when the summer
people take over the beach,

us locals, we need somewhere
to let off steam.

♪ Turned on the weather ♪

♪ Joined up the stars
and the clouds ♪
Cool.

♪ You said tonight
is the night ♪

Well, Turners, this is it...
Hey!

Our secret place.
When the summer people come,
they take over our beach,

buzzing around
on their water cycles.

We like to come here, keep calm,
chill out, and stay sane.

And with the power vested in me
as a local...

I reckon you fellas
can come here too.

Can we bring a friend?

Yeah. As long as it's
a special friend, young Arlo.

You know,
Hannah took revenge for you

by sleeping with the guy
that ran into you!
Shut up!

Oh, yeah. Thanks, Hannah.
That means a lot.

- Yeah!
- Whoo!

And, uh, thanks, mate.

For, you know, being my voice.

You did a good job, mate.
To be honest, Woody, things just
kind of unfolded around me.

See?
You truly are a local.

Well, I'm in.

But I guess the best moments,
they're not life-defining.

They're certainly not
the culmination

of some well-thought-out plan.

They just happen.

And you let them happen to you.

And as a way of life,

there is absolutely nothing
wrong with that picture.

♪ Don't hold your breath ♪

♪ I'll get you out of here ♪

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