All language subtitles for blue_water_high_s01e03_trouble_in_paradise

There's too much choice and not enough
time. Too much, too much.

Aiming for the head, can't count.

Training day one has just begun.

Day one of the next year of our lives.

It begins with the soft sand job. Good
for lactic acid tolerance in your large

muscle group. The quads, hams and the
glute max.

Helps you hold it steady down the tube.

Followed with hard sand sprints. The
most fast twitch muscle fibers. Feeds up

reflexes and response time.

Gets you up on your board faster.

And burns off excess hamburgers. Go!

Come on, faster, faster, faster, faster.

After this, let's hope we get to hit the
impact zone.

Okay, nice start, everyone.

Now we're going to split into two
groups.

Beauty's go with Deb, Beast stay with me
on the beach. Tomorrow, Beast go with

Deb, Beauty's come with me. We see a
pattern forming?

Six days a week for the next 40 weeks.

Come on, Perry, breath in every six
strokes.

Anna,

not bad.

Fly, we're going to have to keep
practicing this because if you get wiped

Big Surf, then you need to be able to
hold your breath until you come up to

surface.

Not a bad life, huh?

Two hours of this, before and after
school, every day.

It doesn't get any better.

Come in.

OK, great work, everyone.

Let's get moving.

First day of school is waiting.

That's right.

School.

If you don't make it as a surfer, and
some of us won't, you have to have

something to fall back on. This girl is
awful.

You can't be serious about this. He
looks fine. Oh, isn't it too bad?

But why do we have to wear these things?

Democracy in action. If we look equal,
we are equal.

Equally awful.

Well, at least you don't have to think
about what to wear in the morning.

Yeah, I tried telling that to Perry.

Something wrong?

That's a very interesting version of a
school uniform, Perry.

It's just a few minor adjustments.

Beck said they weren't that strict.

The true back?

Yeah, sort of.

Which means it's crucial to make a good
first impression.

Hey,

they've already gone in. Yeah, ten
minutes ago.

Right, the first impression we give is a
bunch of surf bums. So up ourselves, we

think we can get away with being late on
day one.

Toilets are that way.

Antique? Over there.

Go up here, we missed the front office
and the exterminator. The who? The

principal. Get on his wrong side and
your history. Trust me. We do not want

run into... Mr Exeter.

Finally. The surf academy team.

Follow me.

This could be some sort of record.

Expelled before we're even enrolled.

I'm sorry, Mr Exeter. It's just it's
their first day and... We didn't know

to go.

Well, I did. It's just that they had
no... What? Ten minutes lateness.

I saw the swell out there this morning.
I trust all the training will pay off

big time, eh, Beck?

Remember, we're counting on you.

I don't believe it.

Who's actually not? There are a total of
ten pages.

Make sure you have them all.

Rebecca.

We'll save all other intros at this late
stage.

I'm not going to be sick.

I'm not going to be sick. Now, where am
I kind of... Yeah.

If you'll all kindly find a seat while I
continue...

detailing the term's assignments.

Biotechnology and genealogy?

I haven't covered that.

Oh, man, am I.

What am I doing here?

To make it work at a new school, there's
two sets of people you've got to win

over. The professors... All right!

..and the punters.

Without them on your side, life can be
hell.

Well, I...

I can see we're not going to get very
far with the business of learning until

we've addressed the burning issue of the
week. Right, Joe?

I think it's best we do it now, sir.

Well, I'm going to take a walk down to
the storeroom to get those extra books.

That give you enough time?

Yeah, it should do.

No way, Bec, you were this mob for two
days and you forgot to tell them?

Simmer's had us doing so much training,
it's not like... It's just Surf Academy

suck up now, Bec. Oh, give her a break,
Darby. Bec's still cool. Thanks, Blair.

You know, you lot get all the special
treatment this year and we're up for

one thing. Will someone tell us what the
hell's going on here? Yeah, what do you

want us to do?

The inter -school surf comp this
weekend. They need a team to defend the

It's assumed we'll rep with the school
team and win.

We've only had it for ten years.

It'd be pretty lame if the school and
the surf academy lost it.

The least we could do. Yeah.

Why wouldn't we?

They're just school kids. We'll cane
them. Yeah, well, you better.

Centuries will already put up with you
guys around here.

Great. I'll iron my bikini then.

Sounds good.

Let's start sorting out the team.

Okay, folks, gather round for the good
oil.

Amazing. For a first day of school, this
is about as good as it gets.

Hey, it worked out this morning, right?
Splitting the groups, I mean.

Yeah, it did.

So, can we go through your schedule for
the afternoon sessions?

You planning on coming along? Yeah,
sometimes.

Does that bother you?

Nope. That's fine.

Where can I put all this?

Yeah, I suppose you'll need somewhere to
work.

Yeah, that'd be good.

Thanks.

Somewhere you can file your reports on
my progress.

Here, I'll clear your spot.

Here you go.

No wonder you never got my emails.

Yeah, I parked it a few months ago.

Well, we can get someone in to fix it
for you. No, getting along fine without

it. Oh, it's no trouble.

Actually, I think I'm going to need a
desk in here.

Do you mind if I move things around?

Sure, whatever you need.

Can you girls move over?

Quiet, please.

And Joe, as team captain, you should be
in the back row.

Does everyone sign the entry forms?

Yes.

Excellent.

Now all the names are on the list. Miss
Lane can factor it in. And you'll be

officially in the program as the Blue
Water High Senior Surfing Team.

Banner up and smile.

How easy was that?

Surfed in a school this Saturday.

Hammered the opposition.

The school's stoked to have her. Get out
of jail free card for the whole year.

Yes.

And don't you just love the photo?

Have you heard about the two parties
this weekend?

You got invites already?

Yeah. I wonder what the deal is with
going out on a Saturday night.

Hey, Bert. Your brother's been nice to
me.

Friendly, even.

Hope it lasts.

Three assignments and a novel by the end
of the week. Yeah.

Whatever happened to that first week's
lunch?

I still can't believe none of us got our
heads flushed. Oh, relax.

The school is stoked to have her.

Yeah, right.

I really think it might all be okay.

And it gets better.

Not only is Solar Blue throwing you guys
a party, but you also get a chance to

meet some of the pro surfers that we
sponsor before they fly to Hawaii.

Great. Nice.

And all this is to celebrate us signing
our contract.

That's right.

Official invitations with your names and
photos on them? Oh, let's see.

Cool. Wow.

Hang on, Deb. We can't do this on
Saturday. The times clash at the school

comp. You're not taking part in that.

You're kidding. We have to. We're
already entered in the program.

Then we'll withdraw you. Oh, Deb, you
can't. Yes, we can.

You guys are in the spotlight here.

How would it look if you got beaten in
some little regional comp by a bunch of

school kids?

Yeah, but we're school kids too, aren't
we? You're potential champions.

You're given clothes and equipment and
entry fees by Solar Blue.

Which means they own her. Which means
they stand by you in tough times and

injury. Right, Anna?

But not if you risk yourself in some
council of kamikaze wannabe surfers who

barely know the rules.

Come on.

We surf every day. We're used to looking
after ourselves out there. Not on

Saturday, you don't. Deb, you don't
understand.

I understand that there are plenty of
other major surf events for you to focus

on for the rest of the year.

Forget the school of comps.

It's not negotiable.

You realise that school won't win
without at least some of us on the team.

We're way higher standard than the other
kids.

Apart from Joe.

Dark life and too dastardly to mention.

Maybe Deb's got a point.

Maybe we shouldn't be wasting ourselves
on school and stuff.

Well, that sort of attitude's going to
buy us a lot of friends.

But we're not ever friends.

Speak for yourself.

My brother's surf captain and he's
relying on us.

Ah, he's... Blue jeans normally fit the
dark description.

So you tell Joe there's nothing we can
do about it?

That we've got no choice.

We don't have a choice. That's bull.
They can't stop you from surfing. Well,

they have. Joe, it's not our fault.

Well, if all of you pull out now, you
know we have no chance. Yeah, we tried,

but they won't let us. Yeah, we couldn't
have tried very hard.

I don't see the big deal anyway.

Just surf it yourself.

What are you, poofy?

That's enough!

That's enough!

Principal's office.

Now.

All right, the rest of you, sit.

Books on the floor, one pen only on the
desk.

This is a test.

This will determine what stream you put
into.

Hands down.

Bring your capers to me before you
leave.

What the hell did you do that

for? I didn't do anything.

You did it on purpose.

Paranoid freak.

That's enough, Jarvie.

Get to your next class.

First detention of the year. What a
record.

First test I've stopped up in my life.

Who gives about a stupid test?

Who gives about a stupid school?

I give, Edge.

I don't want to muck this year up.

Hey, Emma!

What? What's the matter with them?

I think we get the point.

It's like this.

We have to live a double life this year.

One life for solar blue, and the other
our normal school life.

And by not surfing for the school this
weekend, we're saying that our school

life comes second. Yeah, that's good.
Just say exactly that. In the case of

people versus Deb and Simone, for the
people is Matthew Leyland.

I put our case forward. If I get it
right, it might be all it takes.

He can kill at ten paces with one lash
of his tongue. The word sweet talk,

Heath, not hit man.

Let me practice. I'm only going to get
one shot at this. Good luck.

Hi, Simmo.

You got a minute?

Save it, Matt. There's no point.

But I think that... Mate, I've just got
off the phone to your head, mate. I

don't want to have an argument with you
lot too.

I see, but... Go and tell everyone.
They're just going to have to roll with

punches on this one, okay?

Okay, but... Because that's what I have
to do too.

How'd you go?

Didn't even get in the door.

What?

Is the seat taken?

No. I think the show's over.

I'll just sit here till the next session
then.

You know, the ancient Egyptians used to
make rafts and escape across the sea.

Yeah, that's an option.

We could go away to Tahiti, become
professional surf bums.

Or we could figure out a way a couple of
us could be in two places at once.

You mean surf for school comps and make
the welcome party on Saturday?

Yeah. Now you're talking.

So two of us surf, is that enough?

It's enough to be both with.

We'll win.

Okay, which two?

You pick.

So Beck and I are going to serve for the
school on Saturday.

It's up to everyone else to sweet -talk
the solar blue people so they don't

notice when we disappear.

What if some of us are no good at sweet
-talking? It's okay, fly.

I'll do your shit for you.

Okay, there's been a girl teacher at one
and the guys are straight after.

Cool, we'll leave our boards with you.

Just make sure no other students or
teachers find out what we're planning.

Is it really worth it, Matt?

If you get caught...

This

team, our Surf Academy students, Dean,
Matthew, Heath, Harry, Rebecca,

Fiona and Anna, standing here before me,
Now, we're not only signing their

talent, but also their integrity and
hard work.

And obviously, we're signing their
commitment as young Soul of Blue

representatives. Come on, come on, I've
got four minutes to go.

What's that?

Blue at Ohio to make some last -minute
team changes. Cutting a fine, aren't

Okay, so why don't we spark up that
barbecue?

And later on, I'll meet with all of you
individually, and we'll sign those

contracts.

Okay, Beck, go.

Beck!

Come over and meet Louise Castle.

Now what are we doing, Matt?

Perry, what are you doing?

Where's Beck?

She couldn't leave. You've got me
instead.

I'll do my best.

Let's go.

Suddenly this whole thing's gone pear
-shaped.

How are we going to keep all this under
control and try to win a surf comp?

I was crazy even to suggest it.

Harry was right.

Hey, guys, guys, I'm sorry, but both
teams were penalised. But I had the

She obstructed me.

The ASA rules don't... We don't follow
the ASA rules in school comps. That's

crazy. I'm sorry, but... Don't mind the
mess, Andrew.

No, it's fine.

Right, Heath?

Yeah, real.

Home beautiful, Simmo.

Let's keep it low -key, Heath. This is
the legal contract you're signing here.

Maybe there's an outside chance we can
still pull this off.

Edge is keeping Mr. Solar Blue happy,
and if everything keeps ticking along

fine, Perry should be back at any
moment.

Congratulations, Edge.

Disaster, Matt!

They just qualified us when some stupid
Redmond High chick smashed into me.

They're not counting your score? No.

Hey, Matt, the head honcho said to tell
you to go in.

He can't. He's about to start. Go, go.
We'll cover for you.

If we all keep calm, we'll be fine.

Hey, uh, have you got a hairdryer? That
wet looks a dead giveaway.

Oh, no.

Okay,

Matt, just focus.

One good serve and you'll be set for the
year.

You don't know what I've done.

Here is life on the run.

You don't know what I've done.

But the fever is back

in. The whole world is tossing in.

The fever is back in.

The whole world is tossing in.

It's a dead heat for first.

We're in the final. Okay, guys, I've got
to go.

No, you can't, because the highest
individual scorer gets into the final. I

can't. You have to wait, because it
could be you.

Woo -hoo!

I'm officially in, guys. Okay, Perry,
your turn.

Okay. You guys seen Matt? He's up next.

Okay, girls.

We need to wrap this up shortly. Yeah,
no problem. We'll push the last two

through quickly, all right? Sure.

Hey, can you find Matt?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Will the following please come to the
marching area for the final?

For North Beach High, James McCullen.
Matt, you've got to get back now.

leaving in 20 minutes. Blue Water High,
Matthew Baylor.

No, you can't do it. Why?

You have to do it.

Decision time.

Surf the final to avoid the school year
from hell or back to the boarding house

to sign my new contract.

What a choice.

We'll make it back.

Matt. Matt.

Matt, we have to get back.

Matt. Yeah, it's a cushy life. Get paid
to go surfing.

Sorry, Luke, can I borrow the girls?
Yeah, no problems. I've got a split to

catch a plane anyway. Very clever. Did
you think I wouldn't notice Perry's wet

hair and Matt skiving off?

You've all been dodging about so that
she and Matt could surf the school comp.

After we told you not to.

But hey, you know better than the
coaches, right?

So, did you win?

What about you, Perry?

Girls were disqualified, Mr Mitchell.

And the open boys, well, we still don't
know.

Great. So one of our stars gets pummeled
by a bunch of ordinary school kids.

Where's the other one? Where's Matt?

Oh, he'll be here in like a minute. Oh,
forget it. We've got a plane to catch.

If his contract means so little to
him... Andrew, give him a minute, mate.

here he... It is.

Matt.

Oh, no.

That feeling in your guts when you know
you've really stuffed up.

You've got five minutes to convince me
why we should even bother keeping you.

Come on.

Did we win? I couldn't stay to find out.

You know, we spend tens of thousands on
you guys.

Accommodation. Travel, coaching, fees.

And it's not as if we're asking a lot in
return.

Yeah. No.

So?

So?

So what do I say to get out of this one?

And they told me you were the articulate
one, Matt. The really bright one.

Yeah, well, I'm bright enough to know
that we shouldn't have to choose between

surfing and school. Not at this age,
anyway.

School would have been hell for us if we
hadn't done that comp.

Training, surfing, school.

You know, it's harder to balance all
that than balance on skinny bits of

fiberglass out on a wave.

But I thought you'd know that better
than anyone, Mr. Mitchell.

You were doing part -time business
studies while you were a pro surfer.

That's how you got to start Solar Blue,
wasn't it?

Been doing your homework on me. I always
do my homework.

You know, it was a big decision for me
to come here. I wanted it more than

anything. But I wasn't going to stuff up
school for it. But you didn't mind the

risk of losing your contract.

No, I wasn't going to lose either one.

Okay, man.

Let's get this contract signed.

I've got a plane to catch.

Out on the waves, you've got to make
your own decisions.

You can't have your coach or your
parents beside you.

Sometimes, those decisions are bad.

Sometimes, they all work out okay.

There's too much choice and not enough
time.

Too far, one more.

Aiming for the head, get down.

You're the only one.