All language subtitles for 800.Words.S02E08.1080p.BluRay.x265-YAWNiX

Fact... People die.

Fact... When someone dies,
what makes them real,

makes them human,
goes with them.

I know this to be true
from the hours that I spent

sitting with my wife
in the days after she died.

Her face, the one I'd loved
for so many years,

was the same face.

But the person I loved
was no longer in residence.

Laura had left the building.

Has left the building

doesn't mean they can't

A complete pain
in the proverbial backside.

- Hey there, you.
- Hey there, you.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

No, no.
Same old, same old.
Just thought you might like
to know we're coming over.

~~ -Yep.
For the one-year.

-Oh, my God. Has it been a year?
-Almost.
-Holy...
-Exactly.

Roger and Trish are very keen
that we're all there.

They have something planned.
- They do? What?
- They won't say.

Oh, I don't see this
ending well.

Yep. We'll cross that bridge
when we come to it.

One year.
Far out.

Yeah. Exactly.

How are you feeling?
I think it'll sneak up on me
when I least expect it,

which is why, I suspect,
I will need you by my side.

When is this thing
they've got planned?

We're looking at heading over
next week for a week or so.

- Bugger. I'm not here.
- You're not?

No.
I'm away on a story in Perth.

You're the editor.
You never leave the office.

Times are tough, George.
Even the editor has to go
to the coalface.

- Can't a lackey do it?
- No.

Not next week, I'm afraid.
Sorry.

Bugger.

Bugger.

What do you think
they've got planned?

I mean, I-I know we should go,
and we definitely need to do
something for Mum, but...

Oi.

I-1 was kind of hoping
we could do something here.

Why is that, Arlo?
Because you've finally got
a girlfriend?

Yes, actually.

And there is a clock ticking
until she leaves.

Maybe Emma can come with us.

We're not going to Sydney.

Yes, we are.

No, we're not.

Are we good?
You and 1?
Yeah. Of course.

-Just you seem a bit...
-We're fine, George.
I'm just bummed I'm not gonna
be here to hold your hand

for the Roger and Trish show.

Yeah.
Looking forward to that.
Well, just grit your teeth and
remember it's all about Laura.

And speak of the devil.
Roger and Trish.

Probably with a dress code
for the event.

Yeah.
You'd better take that.

Absolutely.
I must.

George?

It's me.

Did you put her up to it?

Seriously,
why aren't we going to Sydney?

- Put who up to what?
- Shay.

But I agreed to pay you back
for the ticket.

- Not that.
- What she took with her.

I'm not giving her back.

Giving who back?
She what?

We went to check
on Laura's ashes in the urn

when we were talking
about the crypt,

-and they weren't there!
-Sorry. The what?
The crypt... though "mausoleum"
is more accurate,

- and "ornamental house" is...
- The point is, George,

Laura's ashes were not
in her urn.

-And you think Shay took them?

Are you sure your cleaner didn't
put them up the vacuum cleaner?

This is my daughter
you're talking about.

And my wife.
Ola was told,
in no uncertain terms,

never to touch the urn.

We're sure it was Shay, George.

Shay?

Yeah.
We're definitely not going
to Sydney.

Shay,
what are they talking about?

Grandpa was talking about
building this thing for Mum.
A crypt.

Yeah, this monument
where he and Grandma

could show off dead Mum to their mates.
And it freaked me out really bad.

Mum would die...

even more, being stuck in
a place like that for eternity.

- You get what I'm saying.
- So you stole the ashes?

- I defended Mum against...
- You took Laura's ashes

- and brought them here, right?
- Yes.

You smuggled Mum
into New Zealand?
Yes.
Didn't I just say that?

And no one noticed you had
the remains of our mother
-in your luggage?
-Obviously not.

New Zealand is, like, obsessed
with biosecurity.
Which part of "obviously not"
wasn't obvious enough for you?

Where's Laura now?

Well, that's dignified.

It's more dignified
than what they were planning.

Dubious.

No, Arlo. I saved her.

I literally saved Mum
from a fate worse than death.

A-and they're intact.

Then you need to bring them back
when you come over.

No.
That's not gonna happen.

I told you he'd side with her.

It's not a question
of me siding with Shay.

It's a question of me being
weirded out by this whole thing.

I'm not even sure
what the laws are
when it comes to transporting
ashes between countries.

Well, that didn't seem to worry
Shay.

Yeah. Well, young people don't
think about things like that.

- I do.
- So she wins?

It's not a question
of winning, Trish.
Why didn't you tell me
about the crypt?

Well, we assumed,
when you left her ashes with us,
it was our call.

No.
No, it was...

It was the best way
to deal with things at the time.

We agreed that we would
talk about it after a year.

And we thought you'd like
the idea, so we went ahead.

Well, I don't.
Starting with the word "crypt."

It freaks me out,
like Laura's gonna rise up,
wrapped in bandages.

Which is why you don't
~~ dwellon...
Look, if you're not going to

bring her back here,
-send her back.
“What?

No,
I'm not putting Laura in a box
-and posting her back to you.
-So you get to keep her?

Only until we work
something out.

And it is not gonna be a crypt.

Do you have a better suggestion?

No.

No, I... I don't.
We'll come to you.

Obviously we need to
sort this out face-to-face,

so it's best we come to you...

Unless you have
a better suggestion.

- No.
No.
No.
-ROGER Good. And good night.

Night.

Thank you.
- For what?
- Not giving in to them.

-Don't.
-Don't what?
Don't try and make me a hero

when all I want to do
is be furious with you.
-I did what you would've done.
-Not necessarily.

Fine.
Then I did what was right.
And now the grandparents of the
apocalypse are heading this way.

Are they gonna stay here...

There must be something
somewhere.

You do grasp what time of year
it is, don't you, George?

Yes, yes... when all the
summer people flock into town.

There is so little
accommodation available
that we don't even run an
accommodation-available section

because it just gets
people's hopes up.

Oo
What about the yurt place?

The what place?
The yurt place.

I don't think George's in-laws
sound like yurt people, honey.

Well, that depends.
What's a yurt?

It's a portable structure the
Mongol hordes carried with them
as they swept across Asia.

I didn't think the Mongol hordes
made it as far as Weld.
They didn't.
But hippies did.

And for a fee, they will erect
a yurt in your backyard.

Well, there are certain
Mongol-horde similarities.

But Gloria's right... I don't
think they're yurt people.

I think all those yurts
are being used
up in the, uh, drum-and-bass
festival near Stafford anyway.

Could always try the motel.
They get a lot of cancellations.

I've stayed at that motel.
I know why they get
cancellations.

That's us out of options.

Unless Monty has
something empty.

Sorry, George,
but this time of year,

even the least desirable
property is desired in ways

that bring joy to the heart
of the agent renting them.

There's not something
on the market standing empty?

Those prize snapper
have long since swum off to
spawn many, many rental dollars.

You could try the yurt place.
Something about
a drum-and-bass festival.

Oh. Right.
Yeah.
They're pretty big on yurts,
the drum-and-basses.

Hey, why don't you try
the motel?

They've always got
cancellations.

At least
if they stay at the motel,

they'll have some idea what it's
like to be stuck in a crypt.

The best thing you can do
for the foreseeable future,

young lady,
is remain very quiet.

Did you seriously just use
the phrase "young lady"?

So I guess they'll be staying
with us, then.

We can put them in my room
and I'll sleep on the couch.

Oh, yeah.
They're so gonna love that.

Everything okay here?

Yes, it's excellent.
Thanks, Emma.

She... She really does try
her best.
Yeah.
Not that you're biased.

We need to get them in
the best frame of mind possible.

Staying at our place
isn't gonna help.

~~ They like to drink.
Well, so we just keep them drunk
all the time.

Can't hurt.
Hey, Woody, you wouldn't be able
to whip up a brand-new bedroom

with en suite by tomorrow,
can you?

With en suite.
Uh, it's a bit tricky,
with all the plumbing.

And, uh, no, I can't
because I promised Trace

that I would fix her cupboard
door that's been sticking.
What's the big rush?

Laura's parents
are coming to visit.
- Oh, the flash ones.

~~ Yep. Them.
- Coming to see the grandkids?
- Aw, that's nice.

It's not that straightforward.

It's been one year
since Laura passed away.

Oh, my God.
Momentous.

Well, you know if I could help,
I would, mate.

Woody, I didn't really expect
you to whip me up a room
in 24 hours.

We just need to find somewhere
for them to stay...

- Somewhere nice.
- You should try the motel.

He said nice, Woody.

I can sort something out
for you.

I thought everything
was full up.

It is, except this place.
How come?

Are you looking a gift horse
in the mouth, George?
Well, no offense,
but these are very picky people.

Well, how about
you finish your lunch

and then you and I
can take a drive?

And if it doesn't meet
your very high standards,

you can carry on
looking elsewhere.

It truly can't be
any worse than the motel.

Wow.

Emotions can be managed
up to a point.
The right setting,
the right ambience

can go a long way
towards the desired tone,

the best in which...
ideally...

emotions can be massaged
and molded.

How is this place empty
at this time of year?

~~ Longish story.
Think it'll do the trick?

Oh, they'll find fault in it,
as they always do,
but it's light-years better
than staying at my place.

This is great.

Suitable for your in-laws?
Absolutely...
And I'm not just saying that

because the best alternative
this far is a yurt.

The yurts are all in Stafford.

So, why is it empty?

How long are they staying?

Well, that very much depends
on how the negotiations go.

I'm sorry?

It's been a year
since Laura died.

Oh, my God.

We were meant to be going
over there,
but there's a slight problem
in that Shay...

hijacked the ashes.

When Shay came back from Sydney,
she brought Laura...

or at least Laura's ashes,
with her.

Oh.
Okay.

Let's just say
there's an ongoing dispute

over the final resting place.

~ So I can rent this
from whoever owns it
for as long as they stay?

Oh, it's fine.
I don't want money.

-This is your place?
-Yeah.
In a roundabout sort of way.

- But what about where you live?
- Also mine.

~ I'm a lady of property.

This house was given to Robbie
and me on our wedding day.

-Got it in one.
Generous man.

Well, the catch was we were
to fill it with grandchildren.

But, of course, Robbie moved out
by moving to prison,

and I couldn't stand
being here anymore.

So I moved back to my old place.

It's been empty ever since.

Oh, actually, you should
probably speak to Big Mac,

even though, legally,
it belongs to Robbie and me.

In his head,
it still belongs to him.

You're onto it.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Why?

One year.

You know, I haven't really
stopped to think about it yet.

Events have kind of gotten
in the way.
Well, when you do, if you need
a shoulder to cry on...

Thank you.

How on earth
did you get her through customs?

In a boot.
A boot?

Yes, stuffed in my boot
in my bag.

And yes, I'm a terrible person,
and it really wasn't dignified.

But I was in a hurry
to get out of there, so I...

I went with what worked
at the time.

No one's saying
you're a terrible person.

This thing that my grandparents
were talking about building.

~The crypt.
- Yes.

It sounded hideous.

It was a monument to them,
not her.

Ooh.
The crypt.

- Will you stop saying that?
- Sorry.

Just... It's a cool word.

But my mum isn't ending up
in one

if I have anything to do
with it.

So, where is she now,
your mum... uh, her ashes?

In a plastic bag in a bowl
on the kitchen bench.

Oh, no.

No, that won't do at all.

Come with me.

- Where?
- You'll see. Come with me.

And she was actually at the

-Yes.

After vowing
she would never again set foot

in my exceedingly generous gift.

I think she was just trying
to do me a favor.

And it is a lovely house.

- And these are Laura's parents?
- Yes.

With all that that entails.
Which is what?

Well, they're old-school,
money, Sydney,
with certain expectations...

Certainly ones I've never
been able to live up to.

- They sound fascinating.
- That's another word for it.

Yes, of course you can use
the house, George.

~~ -Thanks.
- On one condition.

You let me host a party for them
when they arrive.

It can be a celebration
of family.

Um. ®@ Bh

- Accommodation issue sorted.
- That's good.

You need to grab Arlo
and come to Zac's place.

What have you done now?
I haven't done anything.

Get your arse up here, George.
It's all good.

Why do Arlo and I
need to go to Zac's?
I don't know.

They won't tell me
until you guys get here.

They just keep smiling at me.

~~ Okay.
On my way.

- Hello?
- Oh. Got it.

I still can't believe
you smuggled your mum.

That's some balls right there.

Didn't really think of it
like that.

-In terms of balls.

I like that you did
what you thought was right.

Hey.
Welcome.

Have a seat.

As requested, here we are.

Go and get the thing.

Why are we here?

When families argue over things
like this,

usually the one
who gets forgotten

is the most important person
in the room.

Zac has one or two skills
beyond fathering children.

How families will always argue
about what happens to loved ones

long after the loved one
shuffles off.

And that's why we have
hura kohatu.

A year after the passing
and the tangi,

everyone gets together again,
and the headstone is unveiled.

And all the arguments
that happened the year before

are meant to be put to rest.

Sometimes they are,
sometimes not so much.

But we figure even if you guys
are still arguing over Laura

a year later...

she may as well be resting
in something made with aroha

Aroha means "love."

Yeah. I got the context.
Thanks, Billy.

Than a plastic bag, right?
Yeah.

Or some well-manicured version
of the ever-after

Laura would've hated
with a passion.

Thank you, Zac.
Just looking after
the loved ones.

That's what it's all about.

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

Okay.
Bring it on.

~ -Properly?
- Yes. It sparkles.

You could eat lunch
off the bowl.
-Did you vacuum everywhere?
-Dad, it doesn't matter.

- Nothing we do
will be good enough.
- True. But it's good to know.

Then yes.
Hello, Trish.

The address you gave us...
Are you sure that's right?

Yes.
We're outside that address.
Frankly, the place is a dump.

Shay said
you were having work done,

but this places looks
half finished at best

and like it's been
thrown together...
Yeah.
Hi.

So, how was your flight?
It took off, landed.
Everything you want in a flight.

Good.
- And the drive down?
- Not much traffic.

A little bit
off the beaten path here.

Itis.
We like Weld.

We had to cancel everything,
you know.

- Cancel what?
- A lot of our friends.

Most of the partners
from Laura's firm.

It was very embarrassing.

Well, I'm sorry about that.

Shay?

~~ We had no idea
you had such a big deal planned.

It was meant to be a surprise.

This is by a local craftsman.

This is your plan
for her final resting place?

No.
We don't actually have a plan.

Then you won't mind
if we take Laura home with us.

We do, actually, and that is
what we're here to talk about.

- So let us talk.
- No. Not now.

There's a party in your honor
tonight.

- In our honor?
- Yes. You'll see.

And I need to get you
to your accommodation.

We're not staying here?
No. We don't actually have
a spare room.

So I arranged a house.

Yes, it is.

Shall we go now?

Big Mac will send a car for you.

Big Mac?
As in the hamburger?

No, as in Bill McNamara.
It's just what people call him.

~~ Un, isitformal?
Because we haven't exactly
packed...

Whatever you wear will be fine.

You entrusted her to us.

I had many other things
on my mind.

Going mad?
Shifting our only grandchildren
to another country?

This would never have happened
if you'd stayed in Sydney.

We'd still have to have
this conversation.

Or you quite simply
could've accepted
our very generous offer.

No. I'm with Shay on this one.
This whole crypt idea...

It helps if you don't
think of it as a crypt.

Whatever you call it,
it doesn't sound right to me.
It doesn't sound like Laura.

And do you have a better idea,
George?

That's what we'll talk about.

The car will be here at 5:00.

-Dad, do we have to go?

So Grandma can have a go at me

in front of Big Mac's
rich mates?
Yay.

Trish knows how to play nice
in social situations.
Until she gets
half a dozen wines into her.

Okay.
Here's the thing.
Yes, Trish is angry with Shay,
with all of us.

Mainly with Shay.
So, what we have to do
is get round that

so we can knock this whole
crypt idea on the head.

And that job starts tonight, and
we all have to play our part.

You got that?

Which is why we are going
to Big Mac's party

and we are going to enjoy it...
no matter how much we hate it.
All right?

~~
ROGER: Ah. Here's our driver.

Uh, hello.

Kia ora, tena korua.
What's that mean?

It means, uh, hello
to the two of you.

Ah.
Is, uh, is that Maori?

Yes, it is.
Yes, it is.

Are you a Maori?
No.

Maybe... Maybe a teeny bit,
somewhere in the past.

You never know.

But fun... fundamentally, no.
Then why are you speaking Maori?

Oh, I'm just trying to show you
a little bit of local culture.

And you're this, uh,
Big Mac fellow's driver?

No.
I'm his son.

But also, yes.

Who are these people?

I think this is Weld's
version of Downton Abbey...

The rich bit.

We may be the plebs here,
but we are definitely
at the right party.

Wee tipple, George?

Something nonalcoholic, please.

I might need to keep my wits
about me.
Yeah. They're interesting,
your in-laws, aren't they?

Yeah. Very.

Best of luck
for your one-year thing, eh?

Thanks, Monty.

Need a friendly face?

Yes, please.

Welcome to the social elite.

A whole new world to me.

Mm.
Old world to me.
You still have enough standing
to make the invite list.

I seriously doubt that,
although he was very insistent
that I be here.

Maybe he knew I'd need
some moral support.

Maybe he did.

We could spread Mum
in the garden around the house.

As in fertilizer?

Okay.
Maybe not.

Hey, grave robber.

~ Don't call me that.
But that thing you did
with the ash smuggling...

Totally on my bucket list.

Don't tell Dad.
What about at the bottom of the
property, overlooking the sea?

Where Woody built the long drop?
Well, no one ever used it,
and the view is great.

My dad has a secret supply
of sky rockets.

We could blast your mum
into orbit.

Why not? It'd be awesome.

No.

We're trying to figure out
how to dispose of Laura's body.

Uh, ashes, not body.

- Same diff.
- Yeah, but not a crypt.

I'd hate to end up

-They are creepy.
-Exactly.
It's okay, Dad.

When you die,
I'm gonna have you stuffed
and mounted on the wall
like this.

~~
You can wheel me out
to scare the kids at Halloween.

You're onto it.

My dearly departed
Norma has a lovely headstone...

Nothing like what Roger says
you're planning,

but it's so comforting
to go there to remember.

A place, just for her.
Exactly.

Been a few years since we've
been up to visit her, mind you.

That's not the point, Bill.
Knowing there's a place...
That's the important thing.

- Entirely.
- It's because Dad's off the rum.

Dad here gets a bit emotional
when he gets a few rums in him.

The rum demon, we call it.

Shouldn't you be attending
to the barbecue?

The word "crypt" is inaccurate
in this case

because a crypt
is typically underground.

What we're looking at
is better termed a mausoleum.

It doesn't matter
what it's called, Grandpa.

It's still wrong.
Well, if you'd stayed around
long enough to see the plans,

you'd think differently.

I wouldn't bet on that.
The people at the cemetery
call it an ornamental house.

Trish and I will both end up
there, too.

And you two, if you want.

It costs an absolute fortune,
but they're very peaceful.

Thank you. Thank you.

I won't take up
too much of your time.

~ Heard that one before.
I just want to thank you all
for coming at such short notice

and especially to welcome
Roger and Trish,

our guests of honor,
here to Weld.
-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Hear, hear.
-Hear, hear.
We wholeheartedly acknowledge
that the reasons they're here

aren't exactly ideal.

But we hope that they find
the healing they seek

in our little town.

Family.

There's nothing more important.
But it isn't easy,

and sometimes the lessons we
learn aren't exactly palatable.

As most of you know, my family
has been through a hard time

over the last little while.

My son Robbie strayed
from the path

and ended up leaving us.

But just today I've had
some wonderful news.

My lawyers have done
what lawyers do...

And I'm sure I'll be
getting the bill for it...

out the point is that my son
is coming home very soon.

There's still a lot of healing
to be done,

but I live in hope that we can
put the past behind us...

and, like Roger and Trish
here, we can move forward

knowing that family is
the most important thing.

To family.
Cheers.

- To family.
- Fiona?

Fiona, hold on.

My guess is you knew
none of that.

Good guess, George.
You okay?

No, I'm not okay.

It's not your fault. I just...

You know, and it's so typical.
He didn't even have the balls to
call me and tell me in person.

He had to bring me here so
he could tell all of his mates

so they could all just take
a good, long look
at the woman
that put his son in prison,

just to remind everyone
who the bad person is here.

That's not remotely true, Fiona.

You were invited because you're
important to Weld... and to me.

And I only found out
about Robbie 20 minutes ago.

You could have taken me aside,
have a quiet word.

I think you gave up that right
when you went to the police
instead of coming to me.

So you can sweep it
all under the rug.

Sort it out in a family way.

He still loves you, you know.

Good for him.

You should write an editorial
about prodigal sons

and forgiveness.

- I'll leave that to you.
- Oh, come on, George.

Even you must realize
there are certain parallels

to our family situations...

Forgiveness required,
decisions to be made.

You don't have to worry
about the house, though.

One of the rules is that Robbie
has to stay with me.

So Roger and Trish can stay

They're delightful people.

Basically, Uncle Robbie
was the golden child.

He was everything my dad
never was and could never be.

- But ended up in prison.
- Yeah.

He was also
a drug-dealing scumbag

who ripped off
a whole lot of people.

And you think your family sucks.

All I'm saying, Roger,
is putting what Shay did
to one side,

we all need to agree on this.

And what I'm saying, George,
is I hear you.

But you're only speaking
to the checkbook.

How many has she had?

-Enough.
-You need to know...
Sure,
but does it have to be now?

We took you in.
We gave you every opportunity...

Honey, maybe we can save
this conversation...
She needs to know
she took what we gave her

- for another time.
- And threw it back in our faces.

And we can talk about all
that sort of stuff tomorrow.

Arlo, go and tell Big Mac that

You are an ungrateful
little cow!

Enough, Trish!

You want to talk?

Isn't that what we're doing
tomorrow?

You know what I meant.

Thank you, but no.

I just want to sleep.

~~ I'mnot tired.
I might stay up for a bit.

Sure.

Night.

Night.

Where emotion and politics
and history cloud things,
what you need is that person...

that special person...
who can cut through the fog
to shine a light of clarity

on the big mess happening
before your eyes.

Auntie Fiona came home
and slammed "round the kitchen,

then turned up the old music
she always plays

when she's sad or angry.

When I left,
the music was still playing,

but she was snoring
on the couch.

Someone getting out of jail.

Mm. Uncle Robbie, the...
The drug dealer.

Okay.

Meanwhile,
all I have to worry about

is everyone arguing
over some ashes.

That and Shay being
a huge disappointment.

I don't get that.

Well, Grandma wanted Shay
to be just like Mum, so...

No, I mean about the ashes.

It's not like the actual person
is. (= w

here anymore,
so what does it matter?

Tell my grandparents that.

Sorry.
That's your job.

Oh.
I wondered when you'd get here.

Are you psychic, Woody?

I knew you were gonna say that.

Nah! I didn't really.
I just figured you'd probably
want to see a friendly face,

you know, today of all days.

It is today, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

The one-year day.

You all right?

I'd like to say I'm fine, but...

I suspect I'm not.

Mm.
As I suspected.

You're very perceptive.

I am, George.

Which is why I figured
you'd need a surf today.

- Non-surfing period for locals?
- Yeah.

But I think today we can make
an exception, eh?

Well, are you sure that's wise
after your...

George, there is nothing wrong
with my noggin
that wasn't already wrong

- Are they doing follow-up tests?
- Enough about me.

Today is about you, my friend.

And Laura.
Laura as well.

And Roger and Trish
and Shay and Arlo.

Yeah, all of them, all of them,
but right here, right now,

you and me are gonna go and rip
the living daylights out of her.

~~
Seriously, are they doing
brain tests on you?

♪ Everything you ever love
is everything you'll ever own ♪

♪ Victoria and Elton ♪

♪ Raining from a curious stone ♪

♪ No one makes it alone ♪

- ; Noone ♪
- Noone ♪

- ; Noone ♪
- Noone ♪

♪ No one makes it alone ♪

♪ NooneJ

♪ NooneJ

♪ No one,
no one makes it alone ♪

Oh, you guys are up early.

We're early risers.

Well, I thought
maybe after last night...

The place was open,
so we let ourselves in.

I'm sure that's how it works
around here.

Yes.
Absolutely.

The kids are sound sleepers.

They'll be up soon.

Breakfast?

Why don't I get breakfast
started?

~ That usually gets them up.

♪ Well, this is
no ordinary day ♪

- Good morning.
- Morning, Arlo.

Hey. It's George here.

Hope you're okay
after last night.

Can you call me
when you get this?
You're not hungry, Trish?

~~ I'mfine.
Thank you, George.

So, how'd the exams go?
Good.

Excellence endorsements
across the board.
-And that's good, eh?
-Can't really get much better.

These are these
New Zealand exams, right?

NCEA. Yes.
Do they hold any weight
in the real world?

Uh, I have no idea.

But, you know, "excellence."
Sounds good. Well done.

It's good that someone's
doing well at school.

Oh, and away we go.

We took you in!

And we gave you
every opportunity,

and how did you repay us?

Well, I'm gonna be paying for it
forever, Grandma.

I'm well aware of that.

One year... to the day.

Now, however it happened,
she's here now,
so shouldn't we be talking about
what we're gonna do with Laura?

We have made our position
very clear on that matter.

That is true, and we have made
our position equally as clear.

Without offering
any alternative.
Well, that is what we are here
to discuss.

I suppose...

we could take half each.

We are not dividing Mum in half!

We have a place for her to rest
where we can visit her.

And...

What alternative have you got?

That she stays here,
a place that she has never been,

a place that you would never
have come to if she hadn't died?

Better than spending eternity
in some monstrosity

just so you can show off
to your rich mates!

That's unfair.

Mum would hate your idea.

- You don't know that.
- Yes, I do!

It goes against everything
she believed in!

Nonsense!
~ This is my mother
we're talking about. I think...

And my daughter!

Mine.

My only girl.

My beautiful, beautiful girl

who I miss every second
of every day.
And you think I don't?

It's different for you.
You're young.

Children should never die
before their parents.

It's just wrong.

Can I say something here?

Yeah.
Of course.

Mum's dead.

Oh, duh, genius.

No.
Listen to me.

Mum's dead.

She's gone.

You know, w-whatever is in
that box, that isn't her.

Mum lives in here now.

And here.
So, to me, anyway,
arguing over a handful of ashes

on the day when we're
supposed to be remembering her,

laughing at stories of her
and crying if we want to...

I think Mum would be
really pissed if she heard us.

If she were here to hear us.

That's all.

Okay.
Come with me.

Come on.

Where?

Shay... bring Laura.

Unclouded by history

and the politics
of everyday life.

One of the great things
about innocence

Hey, run up ahead

and check there's no locals
doing local things.
-Well, there are no cars here.
-Better to be safe than sorry.

Where's he off to?

Call of nature.

This way.

Yes. Come on. Get in!

No. No. Don't push me!

Hey. G'day, Arlo.
You coming in for a swim, mate?
Hey, don't mind us.

We've just been hiking
before we jump in and...

-No, no, no, no.
-What are you doing?
-Just not now. Please. Just go.
-What?

-Hike.
-Righto.
-All right. Come on.
-Okay.

- You okay?
- Yep. All good.

So, what do you think?

About what?
Here.

It's very pretty.
Are you suggesting
we scatter her ashes here?

~~ Whynot?
A place that means nothing
to Laura.

Well, isn't that always gonna be
the case?

Laura's never been
to this ornamental thing
that you're building.

-Yeah.
‘Cause it's purpose-built
as a place to house the remains.

The remains.

Is that
why you're gonna go there

every anniversary
of Laura's death...

Because her remains are there?

It's a place to go and remember,
and that's all it will ever be.

If you're going there and
thinking about her remains...

then I reckon you're thinking
about all the wrong things.

This place.

I know Laura never came here.

But, if she had...

I reckon she would've loved it.

And what's important to me...

that every time we came here,
we would remember her,

and Laura would...
Would always live on.

And in Sydney, you build
whatever you need to build,

and whenever you go there...

you will remember Laura,
and in that way, she lives on.

You don't need the remains...
to build a shrine, right?

So, what do you think?

Yeah, I can live with that.

I like it, love.
I-I really like it as an idea.

George is right.

I mean, we can have
our Laura place,

and George and Shay and Arlo
can have theirs.

It...

And I think...

I think our girl
would be really happy here.

Grandma, I know this isn't
what you planned.

And I know that's my fault.

But here... this place...

this is totally Mum.

Don't you agree?

I do.

Mm.

Woody! Shh!

It's sosa-

Woody and Tracey
were kind of here.

You can come out now, Woody.
Oh. Yep.

Sorry, mate.

It's just that when you said
the, uh...
When I go, George,

I want you to be the one
that gives the speech, okay?

And I'd like for it to be here,
if that's not treading on
Laura's toes, uh, so to speak.

G'day, mate.

Hi.

Tracey.
Hi.

It's Weld.
You get used to it.

So, how would you say
New Zealand academic standards

compares to Australia?

The good Australia schools,
I'm talking about.
Right up there, I'd say.

Because if he's got promise...
I mean real promise...

It would be a tragedy if the boy
is, uh, stuck in a backwater.

You get my drift?
Drift well and truly got.
And there's no danger of that.

As far as I'm concerned, Arlo
can have any future he chooses.

Here you go.

The rest will be right out.

I think she quite likes you.

Uh, this isn't what I ordered.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, it's a Weld thing.

- _ -Thanks.
- Oh.

Can I tell you something?

Certainly, dear.

One of the reasons that
I couldn't stay in Sydney...

is I realized
I would never be like Mum.

And I...

I didn't want to disappoint you.

Shay, I would never want you
to be your mother.

All'l will ever want is for you
to be the best you you can be.
Whatever that is.

Well, what are your plans
for when you leave here?

I-l mean, this is a beautiful
place now, in summer,

and it's perfect
for George to write his columns,

but it's not a place
for young people, is it?

Not in the long term.

It's a pretty cage but...

it's still a cage.

When you strip away

the emotional baggage
the dead bring with them,

they exist in the past...
gone...
out not forgotten.

Ready to trip you up
at every turn.

Excuse me.

Hey there.

-Oh, George. Hi.

I got your message.
Thank you.

I-1 was gonna call you back,
but then I-I thought

you probably had more
important things to think about.

That's all sorted.
Done and dusted.

- What a terrible thing to say.
- Probably.

But good on you.

A-Anyway, enough about that.

How are you doing?

Oo Hey, Fi.
Before you kick me out...

‘cause I know
that's what you're gonna do...

I just want to say one thing,
okay?

You were right
to do what you did.

I mean, I'm not gonna lie.
It, uh, hurt at the time.

Hurt like hell, in fact.
But now I realize
it was what I needed

to get my life back on track
and make things right.

And I know you and I
are history...
and that hurts
more than anything else.

I just hope that at least
we can reconnect on some level.

Maybe even be friends.

Don't get your hopes up.

That's the one I love.

Can you just, um...

Hey, mate.

Robert McNamara.

People call me Robbie.

George Turner.
George.

Good to meet you, George.

Allright.

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