All language subtitles for Blue Water High s03e16

How weird do you have to be before
you're actually weird?

Like, really weird.

Or are we all weird anyway?

And if we are all weird, then where do
you draw the line between okay weird and

crazy weird?

Like, take the people here, for
instance.

Now, they all seem like what you'd call
normal, right?

But what's normal?

Until I'd met Bridget, I'd never met
anyone who didn't put cereal in their

of fur and then put the milk on.

But Bridget does it the other way
around.

Why? Why what?

Why do you put the cereal into your milk
instead of milk into your cereal?

Was there some kind of law that says I
have to do it the other way?

No, but that's just the way that
everyone does it.

Well, I'm not everyone.

Yeah, but is there a reason? Like, did
your parents fall into it or something?

No, I just started doing it when I was
little, and then I kept on doing it.

You know, I like doing it that way.

You're weird.

I think that's weird.

Check out this.

Elderly woman goes missing.

This woman hasn't left her house for ten
years, and then one day the nurse goes

to check on her, and they can't find
her. She's just vanished completely.

That is weird.

It's still not as weird as putting your
cereal in after the milk.

Go away, will you?

Mind you, Adam is hardly the one to
talk.

Like everything he does is right
-handed.

But he always stirs the sugar in his tea
with his left hand.

Watch.

See what I mean?

I once asked him why he did that.

When I was seven, I read this story
about an enemy spy who was able to track

down the hero because he was right
-handed.

Oh, yeah.

He saw the hero stirring his tea.

and ambushed him, so I thought I'd
outsmart any spies looking for me and

stirring my tea with my left hand.

I've been doing it ever since.

That explains a lot about you. An awful
lot.

Not that Guy could talk either. If
anyone had weird habits, then some of

take the cake.

Okay, ready for lights out, guys?

Fine by me.

Yep.

Um, don't mean to pry into your personal
habits, guy.

Go right ahead. I've got no secrets.

What are you doing?

Cleansing the room.

Excuse me?

I've been doing it ever since I was
four. My grandfather reckoned that if I

paced out two circles around the room
before I went to sleep at night, it

stir up the air and make all the nasties
go away.

For real?

Yeah, you reckon it was based on wild
dogs. They always did a 360 turn before

they settled down for the night.

And you actually believe that? Well, not
really, but I just kind of got into the

habit of doing it. Now, if I don't do
it, I can't sleep.

Oh, are you serious?

Yep, it's weird, I know, but that's how
it is. Good night, guys.

Good night, Tripstick.

Then there's Cass.

Every time we get our boards out, she
goes through the same rituals.

Okay, you promised to be good to me
today, so don't let me down.

I know you're going to enjoy it. You
just need to stay nice and calm.

Cassie, one day you're going to get a
big fright. Your board is actually going

to start talking back.

She already does.

Come on.

You can't hear her, but I can.

We have this special understanding.

Well, you know they have doctors for
that sort of thing, Cass.

Have you always talked to your board?
Every board I've ever owned since I was

five. Why?

It's an inanimate object.

It can't talk back.

Oh, it makes me feel good.

If I didn't do it, my whole day would be
ruined. I wouldn't be able to stop

thinking about it.

You have to hand it to Cassie.

She makes it sound like talking to
surfboards is the most natural thing in

world. In fact, she makes it sound like
you're the weird one if you don't talk

to your board.

Even Lauren, who's normally a very
together person, has some strange ways

it. What's the matter?

Starfish! What?

What's she doing?

Hit me.

This old June has had two lives.

What was that all about?

When I was six, I heard this story about
a starfish.

If you found one on the beach, you
should always draw a square around it.

the starfish would live and you would
have good luck.

Do you always do that?

Yep, every time.

Whatever turns you on, I suppose.

So there they were.

My five normal friends.

On the outside, you'd think they were
your average, well -adjusted teenager,

mainly they were.

But even average, well -adjusted
teenagers obviously have their quirks.

And then, of course, there's me.

Like, I'd always considered myself to be
normal, right?

But watching the others made me wonder
if I had a few weird things going on

And once I started looking, it didn't
take long to find out.

Stop threatening.

I'm not stressing.

Yes, you are. Whenever you stress, you
suck your teeth, which is what you've

been doing for the last five minutes.

I don't suck my teeth.

You do.

How?

I don't do that, do I? Whenever you
can't work something out, it's a dead

giveaway. It must be something I've just
started.

No way. You've been doing it ever since
you got here.

Guy reckons we should all chip in and
buy you a dummy as a stress reliever. Is

it that bad?

Don't fret about it. You just get a
little bit loud sometimes, that's all.

Discovering I was a teeth sucker was one
thing, especially since it seemed I'd

been doing it forever without even
knowing about it.

But that was nothing compared to what
happened next.

Charlie! You gave me a start, I thought
everyone was in bed.

Charlie?

Charlie, is everything okay?

Sorry? Sleepwalking? You're joking.

It's nothing to be worried about.

Happens to lots of kids and teenagers.
Most of them just grow out of it.

Have you been stressing out about
anything lately, mate? Because that's

what causes it.

We've had exams this week, but I thought
I was coping all right. You probably

are, but that could be a reason. The
only danger is that you could injure

yourself by falling down the stairs with
me.

And if any of the other kids find you,
we have to make sure they don't try and

wake you up. No, can we please not tell
the others? We need to take precautions,

mate. If you injure... This is a one
-off, I swear.

I don't want everyone to think I'm a
freak. No one will think that.

Sleepwalking's not a big deal. Even so,
can we please just keep it quiet for

now? If I do it again, I agree, it makes
sense to tell other people.

But can we at least wait until that
happens?

Okay. If that's what you really want,
we'll go along with it.

But if it happens again, you have to
promise to stick to your side of the

bargain. I do.

Absolutely.

Fortunately, my sleepwalking stunt did
turn out to be a one -off.

A few days went by, then a week, then a
month.

My life carried on like it always had.

I've had enough for one day. Are you
coming in?

No, I'm going to stick it out for a bit
longer.

Okay, I'll see you up there.

Okay, see ya.

So everything was back to normal again.

Although I'm not sure if normal meant
the same now as it used to mean.

Now I'd come to accept that everyone had
their funny little kinks.

But just as I thought I'd got a handle
on this, something happened that forced

me to reassess everything all over
again.

Oh, perfect timing, Charlie. We've
almost finished.

Oh, don't panic.

I'm doing the dishes tonight.

Well, you're in for a real treat. Adam
has used every pot in the whole house.

What?

Wait until you taste what I've made.

What we've made? Yes, what we've made.
It is sensational.

Hey, what's this?

It's an old woman who went missing. You
know the one from the newspaper?

Yeah, they're distributing them to
everyone's letterbox.

How hard can it be to find an old woman?

It's not like she's going to hitch a
ride to Queensland.

I don't know.

Hey, Bec, do you know this old woman
that's gone missing? Not really. She was

bit of a recluse for the last ten years
or so.

Hey, get this.

Rosemary Wilson was one of the first
female surfers in the area in the 1950s.

that true?

According to this, she won the first
women's competition to be run at Blue

Beach in 1955.

See, that's what happens to the surfer
girls when they retire. They become

hermits and lose their marbles
completely.

Oh, well, at least it takes about 70
years or so. You guys have already lost

your marbles.

That's assuming they have some to start
with. Okay, girls, that's enough

feminism for one night. Time to sample
the best food you'll eat all week. Uh

-huh.

Mmm.

I have to say, I'm braced for a shoot.
This is actually quite passable.

Passable? It's way better than passable.

Yeah, what's wrong with that?

Mmm. Carrots are a little overdone for
my liking.

Lauren cooked those.

What? I told you not to put them in for
so long.

Don't listen to them, Lauren. It's
terrific.

You'd win a lot of friends if you cooked
food like this on the circuit.

What's up, Bridget? You've hardly said a
word all night.

I just keep thinking about that poor old
woman who's gone missing. I mean, what

if she's fallen somewhere or had an
accident?

How many days has she been missing now?
I think about three.

Wow, that's a long time to go without
food and water.

She's an old woman, for Pete's sake. She
can't have gone far.

Well, they've had dozens of people
searching the area.

Yeah, but... What if she ended up on the
beach and she could have got hit by a

wave? You know?

And what, drowned?

Oh, don't say that.

Hey, sadly, it's a possibility.

Maybe she's not lost. Maybe she's been
abducted. Who would abduct a 70 -year

-old woman? And why?

I don't know. Maybe she's got some money
stashed away somewhere. Or someone's

got a grudge against her. I don't know.
The world's full of weirdos. Well, on

that really cheery note, how about we
turn our minds to dessert?

Assuming there is some.

Actually, there is some.

And Guy has made it. And, Lauren, here's
your chance to get back at him.

Oh, I can't wait.

31,

32, 33, 34, 35.

Okay, well done, guys. Stomach crunches.
Voice first. Let's go. Three minutes.

Ready? Come on.

Go.

Hey, Charlie, what are you doing, mate?

Something wrong?

Charlie!

Today we look at the subject of
conforming.

Who can tell me why it might be a good
idea to conform, to act like everybody

else?

Well, come on, class, don't all talk at
once now.

Yeah. Bridget, help rescue us all from
this sea of indifference.

Well, with driving a car, we all have to
drive on the same side of the road.

Or? Or we'd probably crash into each
other and die.

Right. Social conformity, necessary to
preserve life and limb.

Anything else?

Yeah, we need to conform with clothes.

What? Well, if you play football, then
you have to wear the same colours as

teammates, otherwise nobody will know
who's who, will they? Very good.

Conforming to achieve a common goal.
Yes, Cathy?

But so what if we don't want to conform?

What if I want to wear clothes nobody
else does and have a special look that's

on my own? Oh, Cathy, you'll always have
a special look that's your own no

matter what clothes you wear.

Oh, you know what I mean.

We have to be individuals too, don't we?
A fair question.

Charlie, do you have an opinion on that?
Well, I was just thinking that great

artists, painters, writers, musicians,
they didn't conform.

They were rebels.

I bet they drove on the right side of
the road, though. Yeah, otherwise they'd

have died, and it's hard to rebel when
you're dead.

So, sometimes we need to conform, and
sometimes we need to do our own thing.

Pretty fair summation, Bridget. But
when?

When what?

When should we conform, and when should
we be an individual?

And how much of an individual can we be?

Class, I'm delighted.

You're asking all the right questions.

So, what are the answers?

No idea.

But I'm looking forward to finding out
from all of you because that's the topic

of this week's essay.

How much freedom should we have as
individuals?

Answers by Friday, please, and no
extensions.

Yes, Guy?

If I rebel and hand my essay in a week
late, does that make me a great artist?

No, Guy, it makes you a failed year 11
student from Blue Water High.

Textbooks out, please. 2 to chapter 7.

Hey, you know what, guys? I reckon we
could be onto something seriously good

here. If we consider ourselves as great
artists, we can pretty much write our

own rule book.

So, Captain Guy, what would you do
differently?

Oh, I don't know. Get up at ten instead
of five. Eat cake for breakfast. Wear

rubbish clothes to school.

Okay, cool. So you'd skip training, get
unfit, and then get kicked out of

school. And solar blue.

Okay, so the plan has a few flaws.
Nothing that can't be worked on, though.

Forgetting one other thing, Guy. Yes,
Charles.

Great artists also happen to produce a
bit of great art along the way. Oh, a

significant fact. Okay, okay, you win.
I'll go back to being boring and normal

like all of you.

Oh.

Look.

I hope they find her soon.

It's been four days now. An old woman
like that, she can't survive for too

longer.

Come on. Kick your legs harder, Lauren.
You too, Adam.

Well done, guys. Keep it up. You're on
the time. This is the last lap.

Get home.

I am so tired. Every muscle in my legs
is screaming.

If you feel like that, imagine how the
rest of us feel.

Well, all I can say is I'm glad I'm not
cooking tonight.

Either of you know that guy over there?

I've never seen him before.

Same here. Why?

Well, he's been hanging around the last
few days watching us train.

Oh, well, it's a free beach. Can't stop
him.

Still, it's a bit odd. When do I do
that?

That's what I'd like to know.

Hey, can you take these for me? You're
not going to talk to him, are you? Why

not? I'd like to know why he's so
fascinated by her.

Well, do you want us to wait?

No, it won't be long.

I'm just going to let him know that we
don't like being spied on.

I think we should wait. You never know
what might happen.

All right, well, can we at least sit
down? My legs are jelly.

Hi, how are you doing?

Not enough, thanks.

I've noticed you've been watching us
train for the last few days.

Do you mind if I ask why?

I wondered if any of you'd seen me.
Look, no offence, but we're not too

about being spied on.

Spied on?

Goodness me, I must cut a more serious
figure than I imagined.

So what's this all about? Why have you
been watching us?

Well, it's quite simple really. I've
been trying to find out what sorts of

people you are.

To see if you're right.

Right for what?

Do you mind if I sit down?

My legs aren't what they were, I'm
afraid.

Oh, sure.

Oh, well, it looks like he doesn't feel
the need for us to rescue him. Not that

we'd know what to do anyway.

We'll see you back there.

Yeah.

Hey,

is Charlie upstairs?

No, I thought he was standing here with
you guys.

Shouldn't he be back by now? Back from
where?

You shouldn't have left him with that
old man. What old man?

Come on, he was old and frail. What
could he do?

What are you two on about?

Is Charlie in trouble?

I hope not.

Hey, timing.

The girls are just about to end their
search and rescue squad.

Hey, mate, what's all this stuff about
some old man you were hanging out with?

What's the story, Charlie?

Is everything okay?

I don't think so.

What's the matter, Charlie?

The old woman, the one who's missing.

What about her? Do you know where she
is?

I'm pretty sure I do.

Where?

She's in here.

What? What are you saying, Charlene?
She's like a genie in a bottle.

Why? What?

It's either that or she's... These are
her ashes.

She was cremated three days ago.

So just when I got used to the idea that
even normal people can be a little bit

crazy, I was suddenly thrown a curveball
by someone who pushed this theory to

the limit. And let's be honest, in this
case, it went way beyond the limit.

Let me get this straight. Is an old guy
in his themes harmless enough?

Yeah, he's the image of a perfect
grandfather.

And he told you that that is the missing
woman?

It's good as, yeah.

Rosie loved to surf, you see.

Every day we'd come down, she'd be
straight into the water. It was like she

belonged in it.

So what happened?

Same thing that happens to us all. She
got old.

Surf was too strong. She struggled
against the currents.

It was much too dangerous.

So she had to stop altogether?

That's right.

I guess that must have been pretty
upsetting for her.

She was never the same again.

All the life went out of her.

Her last years were pretty miserable,
really.

Yeah, well, it all makes sense. The
name, the age, the surfing, everything.

But how did she die? And when?

Happened about four days ago. I took her
out some biscuits.

She always had a witness for shortbread.

She was on the veranda. I thought she
was asleep.

When I went back a few hours later, the
biscuits hadn't been touched and her

eyes were still closed.

This time I... I could see she... she
wasn't going to wake up.

Well, shouldn't you have tried to get
her some sort of medical attention?

Nothing they could have done.

Didn't you think of telling someone?
What about her family?

All have long gone. Nobody left there.

So you just had her cremated?

Without letting anyone know.

Rosie wouldn't have wanted any fuss.

Besides, she'd lost contact with people.

I was her only friend.

I don't get why he wanted to see you.
And why he's been watching us train for

the past three days.

Like I told you, Rosie loved to surf.

And I know she'd want her final resting
place to be out there.

I was...

Looking to find someone suitable.

Suitable for what?

For taking her ashes out and scattering
them in the ocean.

You want us to do that?

Would you mind?

You all look such decent young people
and it would make us both very happy.

Rosie especially.

So who wants us to scatter her ashes in
the ocean?

That's it. It's a bit weird, isn't it? I
guess we've all got to end up

somewhere. The ocean's probably the good
of places anyway. Especially if she's

just there for it. It only seems
natural.

Wait, excuse me. Aren't we forgetting a
few small issues here?

Like what?

Like there's this woman who's missing.
Her pictures are up all over the

and people are searching for her
everywhere.

And then this old guy who none of us
have ever seen before turns up out of

blue with her ashes.

Adam's right. With all due respect to
the old man, we can't just accept his

story at face value.

Sorry, what are you saying? That he
could have done away with her?

He couldn't have.

Could he?

Well, I don't know. I mean, he seemed
nice enough.

But everyone has their crazy side,
right?

I don't know about that crazy, though.
He hardly looked like a murderer to me.

What, and you hang out with plenty of
murderers? No, you know what I mean.

I'm not saying anything like that
happened, but the fact is something has

occurred and there are proper procedures
to follow with stuff like this.

So what do we do now?

Well, there's only one thing we can do.

I've never done this sort of thing
before.

What should I say?

Just tell the truth.

Come on, everything will be all right.

And then he asked me if I could take the
urn out to sea and scatter the ashes.

And what did you say?

Well, he seemed like such a sad old guy.
I didn't feel I could refuse.

Bit of a strange request, though.

I mean, weren't you suspicious?

Well, yeah, a bit.

But he was so sincere and... And?

Well, I guess... Underneath the surface,
we're all a bit strange sometimes,

especially if we're a bit stressed.

Hmm.

I think you'll agree, Sergeant Leslie,
that Charlie's done the right thing by

coming here today and telling you about
it. Yes, yes, that's true. You've done

the right thing, Charlie.

Well, at least we know where the old
woman who went missing is.

And you must be happy to call off the
search now.

Well, not exactly.

Why? You don't think this is her?

Well, as it turns out, Rosemary Wilson
was found last night.

Some hikers came across her up in the
hills.

Was she alive?

Oh, very much so.

It seems she decided to go shopping for
the first time in ten years and ended up

on the wrong road. So she just kept on
walking.

For four days?

Well, you know, memory might be shot to
pieces, but she's got the stamina of an

ox.

Well, then if these aren't her ashes,
then whose are they?

Well, that, Charlie, is the very
question that's been going through my

His dog?

Yeah. She was 17, an old Labrador.

He showed us pictures.

Well, why didn't he tell you that when
you were talking to him? Well, I never

asked. I just assumed from the way he
spoke he was the person.

So what did the police say?

What can they say? It's not like anyone
broke the law or anything.

Well, I've heard of people being
attached to their dog, but never this

I can understand it. My family would be
devastated if we lost our dog.

And he did say it was his only friend.

So what happens now?

Well, I'm going to do what he asked.

You mean scatter the ashes in the sea?

Yep. And if anyone would like to help me
give Rosie a good surface send -off,

I'm sure she'd appreciate it.

I suppose we should have all felt a bit
weird paddling out to a funeral for a

dog. But the more we got used to the
idea, the more it felt like the right

to do.

In fact, by the time we came to do it,
it felt like the most natural thing in

the world.

Here we go, Rosie.

Your last, uh...

Bye, Rosie.

See you, Rosie.

Bye, Rosie.

Before all this happened, I used to
think that people were either normal or

weird.

Now I have the feeling that we're all a
little bit weird, and that's the thing

that makes us normal.

Whether that's a good thing or not, it's
something I'm still trying to figure

out. Then again, maybe I never will.

There's too much choice and not enough
time to fall.