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GEORGE: It would be fair to say that on an average day

in the little town I now call home,

not a lot happens.

People go about their business doing the things people do.

And news, when it happens at all,

is not remotely earth-shattering.

-[ Laughs ] -[ Laughs ]

But even in the quietest of towns,

there are things that are hidden.

There are lives that just slip through the gaps.

People can just disappear for years,

and things just carry on.

Life goes on.

As if they never existed.

-You two are up early. -Places to be, Dad.

Exams to be examined.

-What is it today? -Physics.

Well, good luck.

Don´t really need it. I´ve already passed.

It´s just a question of by how much.

That´s the spirit. You need a lift?

I´ll bike. I´ve got plenty of time.

But I´ll pick you up for that thing, right?

-[ Sighs ] If you must. -Coming, Arlo?

The long arm of the law catches up with you at last.

You and your badass boyfriend.

SHAY: Not my boyfriend.

Have you told him that?

He knows. Have a lovely day.

Can they deport her?

Haere mai, George. Welcome, welcome.

It´s a bit over the top, isn´t it?

Oh, a little bit of te reo never goes amiss in Aotearoa.

No, I meant that.

Yeah, Dad likes to make a fuss

of, uh, some people.

Better take that.

Christmas present last year from Siouxsie.

Nice.

My biggest fan, that girl.

Possibly my only fan.

Still, we´ve all got to move on sometime.

You´ve still got the real estate agency, though, Monty, eh?

Not the same, George.

Well, I guess you´re wondering where to start,

what being editor of this

glorious little newspaper actually means.

Luckily, he has me to tell him, Monty.

So, you´re here.

Yes. Yes, I am, Gloria.

Ready to crack into it.

Crack into what exactly?

Well, stories, obviously.

News stories, human interest stories, that kind of thing.

-[ Laughs ] -What´s funny?

From experience, George, I think Gloria sees your role

as more of a figurehead-type arrangement.

Editorials. That´s all you have to write.

I´ve got a list of topics here that Bill has approved.

MONTY: Dad would actually dictate those to me.

Well, I think you´ll find I´m capable

of a little more than that once I get going.

I´m sure you are.

In fact, you´ve got that thing

with Constable Tom this afternoon.

Maybe you could write about that.

If I want my daughter never to forgive me.

GLORIA: Ah.

See how quickly things become complicated, George?

Okay.

You´ve got to understand, George, it´s a small town.

Oh, I know that, Monty.

Just saying. Just saying.

Not a lot happens ´round here, newswise.

Probably a good thing, actually.

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

♫ Please don´t change a thing ♫

♫ Don´t change a thing at all ♫

♫ While I´m gone ♫

♫ Please don´t change a thing ♫

♫ You know you´re beautiful ♫

♫ And I´m walking in the sunshine ♫

♫ With my head held high ♫

♫ I got my family together ♫

♫ Got this big blue sky ♫

♫ And I go one direction with my radio on ♫

♫ Receiving what I need to know, digesting wisdom ♫

♫ I can fly like an eagle from the ridges above ♫

♫ Descend upon the people with the power of my love ♫

[ Grunting ]

[ Groans ]

I know I don´t have to remind anyone here

that the charges against these two young people

are very serious.

Breaking into a man´s home,

his castle,

we just don´t do that in Weld.

Cut to the chase, Tom. What are you gonna do about it?

Ah, well, now...

Therein lies the problem.

Oh, here we go.

TOM: Ah, the problem being

that, um, unfortunately...

[ Siren wails in distance ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

Sorry, where was I?

With the problem.

Ah, yes, the problem that unfortunately,

due to unforeseen circumstances,

we appear to have misplaced the paperwork...

-[ Cellphone ringing ] - relating to these charges.

And as a result, this case won´t be moving forward now

or anytime soon, for that matter.

Now, if you´ll excuse me.

[ Ringing continues ]

And justice is served, Tom style!

I´m sure they´ve learned their lesson.

Isn´t that right, Shay?

-Definitely. -[ Sirens continue ]

I´m, uh, very sorry for any trouble we´ve caused.

Oh, me too, Mr. McNamara.

I´m sorry. It won´t happen again.

BIG MAC: No, it won´t.

Because if it does, I´ll dispense with the law

and find some other deterrent.

Understood?

I´m sure they do.

[ Whistles softly ]

So, now that we´re off the hook,

we´ve got a whole beautiful summer ahead of us.

-Us? -Mm.

Tempting as it is, not this time, Romeo.

Ooh. Does that mean you´re my Juliet?

Can we go now?

You should write an editorial about this, George.

Keeping the young people of this town in order and all that.

Yeah, if it´s all right with you,

I´d prefer not to, thanks.

Sounds like there´s some bigger news going on out there, George.

You should be on that scoop.

Yes.

Yes, I should.

Careful, guys. We could have a critically injured patient here.

-MAN: No, I´m sweet. -I´ll be the judge of that.

Seriously, I´m better than that lady down there,

that´s for sure.

FIONA: Again, I´ll be the judge of that.

Oh, are you here in your new capacity

as member of the press, George?

-Yes, I am. -Try and stay out of the way.

No, this is not good.

It´s okay, Tom.

You´re in safe hands.

Yeah, we haven´t dropped anyone in ages, eh, Monty?

No, Ollie.

Not since we last dropped you, in fact.

Oh, if we do drop you, try and slide right to the bottom.

Fighting gravity only makes it worse.

And I´ll be close behind you.

Why does this not reassure me?

Bombs away.

-Off you go. -Okay, don´t touch me.

-Okay. -OLLIE: I´ll be holding you.

MAN: I´m telling you, there´s nothing wrong with me!

FIONA: Yeah, just to be on the safe side, all right?

Who was the lady he was talking about down there?

Listen to you.

George the reporter after the big scoop, eh?

Well, a small scoop would be good at this stage.

Well, then, it´s your lucky day.

Crashed car and a body lying unnoticed off the road

for what must have been, I don´t know, years.

Pretty exciting for a junior journo, eh?

-Editor, actually. -Yeah, him as well.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

[ Grunting, brush rustling ]

-[ Groans ] -[ Thuds ]

OLLIE: Sorry, Monty!

It´s her, isn´t it?

Well, it´s a little hard to tell in her current state.

But, uh, the car´s definitely hers.

Bloody hell.

[ Sizzling ]

Unless you´ve come to tell me

that you´ve miraculously found your paperwork,

I don´t want to talk to you.

Actually, it´s Bill Jr. We´ve come to see.

Monty said he was here.

He is. What´s it about?

BILL JR.: Hey, boys!

Why the long face, Monty?

Somebody die? Heh.

Yes, actually.

We think we´ve found Treena.

There will need to be a formal identification process, but...

It´s her.

It´s a hell of a story, wouldn´t you agree?

JAN: I would.

Tragedy, mystery, irony.

Irony?

Well, there was a dead body just off the road for all those years

as people drove by.

Is that actually irony?

Well, it´s something. Human interest.

Then why are you calling me? Just write it up.

Well, you´re the trained journalist. Give me a tip.

Make sure you spell everybody´s name right.

Don´t call Weld a dead-end town again,

although for once that is kind of accurate.

-That´s not helping much. -Just write the story, George.

Write...

Write what people want and need to know.

And don´t forget,

you´ve still got my column to write for me, yes?

It will be done. Got to go.

You´ve heard, I´m sure?

About the mystery body found

just off the back road to Ruapara?

Yes, George, I have heard.

Bit of a story, wouldn´t you say?

Hell of a story. Human interest up the wazoo.

Poor old Treena.

They know it is?

Well, they know whose car it is, so logic dictates

that it´s Treena in Treena´s car.

And was Treena well known around Weld?

Oh, yes.

In fact, you´re well acquainted with one of her offspring.

I am?

Her daughter is living at your house.

Lindsay?

Oh, hi, Mr T. We´re out of cottage cheese.

Could you get the low-fat stuff next time?

Don´t want to chunk out now it´s summer, right?

Right.

Just you home, is it?

Arlo´s still at his exam and Woody was here.

Not really sure why.

Woody does that.

Heard from your dad today?

-Nah. -Really?

I mean, he´s rung heaps of times,

but I don´t feel like listening to his crap

so I turn off my phone.

Well, maybe that´s not such a good idea.

Why? What´s up?

I think you should just call him.

-Why? -You just should.

-Why? -Just call him, okay?

-I don´t want to call him. -I think you should.

Why? Has someone died?

-Is it Grandpa? -No, it´s not Big Mac.

-Monty? -No, it´s not Monty.

Did Uncle Robbie die in prison?

No, look it´s really not right for me to tell you.

Seriously, whatever it is,

I´d much rather hear it from you than Dad.

Tell me.

It´s your mother.

They found her car. Um...

Her car?

Where?

Down the bank on the bank on the Ruapara Road.

And she was in it?

Well, they haven´t formally identified the body, but...

The body?

Yeah.

Wow.

I´m so sorry, Lindsay.

[ Knock on door ]

BILL JR.: Lindsay? You here?

I´ve been trying to call you. Why haven´t you bloody answered?

I know, okay?!

I know she´s dead, so just leave me alone.

Lindsay?

[ Door slams ]

Good one, Turner.

I´m sorry, she backed me into telling her.

-BILL JR.: Lindsay? -BIG MAC: Let´s talk, George.

-Outside. -BILL JR.: Lindsay?

Big Mac, I´m so sorry.

I know I shouldn´t have been the one to tell her,

but she just kept...

Forget about her.

Monty says you were up at the crash site.

-Yes. -Being a journalist.

-Doing the job you pay me to do. -Yeah.

No. Not this time, George.

Look, I understand this is obviously personal for you,

but it is also a-a great story in the context of Weld.

Absolutely, and Gloria knows exactly how to handle it.

So we´ll just leave it to her, eh?

Well...

It´s an evolving situation, George.

And I don´t want you rushing around

getting the wrong end of the stick.

Which is what?

Well, like I said, it´s an evolving situation.

-She not coming? -No. No, she´s not.

Well, stuff her. She can do what she wants.

And she most definitely is doing that.

Evolving, George.

So, now that you´ve got a new job here,

I guess that means you plan on sticking around this time?

Isn´t your dad meant to be Weld´s IT guy?

Oh, he likes to delegate.

So are you?

Sticking around?

If I do, it has nothing, I repeat,

nothing to do with you.

I like the way you repeated "nothing" there.

Makes me feel like you still care.

Oh, please, get a life.

Shouldn´t you be off doing exams far away from here?

-No, I´ve got that sorted. -Ike was school dux this year.

Yay for Ike. Yet he still can´t fix a computer.

Look, I missed you, Shay.

I´m not going back there, Ike.

Why do you always have to make things so difficult?

You think it should be easy?

What Ike wants, Ike gets?

Yeah, those were the good old days,

but now I´m all about waiting

until you figure out what you want.

Working Internet would be good for starters.

Done. It´s been going since I plugged the router back in.

Great. Send the bill to Katie.

Lindsay?

We´ve been through this, so if you need to talk...

Through what?

-A death. -Nah, I´m sweet.

Well, Arlo will be home soon, and I know he´ll be supportive.

Actually, I might just go hang with my friends for a bit.

Yeah, that´s a good idea.

At a time like this, friends can be really important.

Honestly, Mr. T, I´m fine.

I stopped missing her, like, years ago.

And I knew those postcards weren´t from her.

Sorry?

What postcards?

Every year at Christmas and birthdays,

me and Jared would get postcards from Mum.

And all this time she was lying dead in her car.

Weird, huh?

Yeah, that is a little strange.

Anyway, now I know the truth.

It´s actually kind of funny when you think about it.

Well, I´m not getting that.

The postcards were from all over the world,

and she hardly even made it out of town.

GEORGE: Deaths make the news.

Especially ones that are unusual or unexpected.

Like murders.

Or accidents.

Auntie Treena must´ve been really decomposed, right?

Well, let´s not dwell on that now, Siouxsie.

Let´s think of Treena as the spirited woman she was.

WOODY: You know, when I go,

I´d like to be strapped to my favorite board,

sent out to the surf at sunset to take that final wave.

I can see a few problems with that idea, Woody.

Like what?

HANNAH: Like the fact that the final wave

would bring you back in again

and you´d be a dead guy on the beach tied to a surfboard.

Oh, yeah, I suppose.

Some make the front-page news,

and others end up as a small paragraph on page 7.

The death of a loved one reduced to a few words.

The bare, hopelessly inadequate facts.

GLORIA: Definitely not that one. You can see the body.

-Yes, it was tricky. -No.

Oh, bloody Monty.

Oh, that one´s not bad.

Got some good shots there, Constable Tom?

I´ll be the judge of that.

I believe Mac spoke to you.

I am to leave all reporting duties to you.

GLORIA: Correct.

Probably best, given the situation.

And what is the situation?

It is delicate.

"Evolving" is what I´m told.

What I´m about to tell you, George,

is off the record

until I have completed my investigation, okay?

Okay.

Treena disappeared about eight years ago on a stormy night

after her and Bill Jr. Had a disagreement,

which unfortunately was not uncommon.

They fought like cats and dogs right from the start.

Yeah, Treena threw a plate at Bill at their wedding reception.

They only got married ´cause she was up the duff.

So, not a match made in heaven, then?

TOM: Treena was...

quite a handful, you might say.

And poor Bill Jr. wasn´t very good at handling her.

She used to take off a lot.

Sometimes for weeks on end.

She was always running off with some bloke or another.

And then she´d come running back.

Oh, those poor kids. That explains a lot.

HANNAH: Oh, let´s face it...

Treena was a slapper, and Bill´s a total mug.

Okay, this is starting to sound a lot like gossip.

Are we gossiping?

Course, there was a lot of gossip

about where she was off to the night she disappeared.

They say she had a lover up the coast.

A yachty she´d met down at the Boat Club.

You know I caught them out the back

when I was taking out the empties?

They were up against the wheelie bin, just going for it.

Nah, okay, not listening.

Wasn´t the story that they sailed away

to Fiji or something?

And kept going. Well, that´s what Bill McNamara reckoned.

But now we know that wasn´t the case.

And people thought they just sailed off

into the sunset together?

But that´s wrong, obviously.

Because she´s been down that bank all these years.

Which is very strange.

GLORIA: Strange in what way?

Bad weather, bad road.

She probably died instantly. There are worse ways to go.

Strange in why would someone send postcards to her kids

making out she´s still alive?

Who told you that?

GEORGE: Lindsay.

She said that they´ve been getting postcards

from Treena every year.

I didn´t ask you to do this.

I know. I used my initiative.

Great.

I just thought everything needed a fresh start.

There´s some really good stuff in there.

Mm-hmm.

-I like these landscapes. -Good.

They´re not signed or priced, though.

Yeah, they´re not really for sale.

Why not?

Just, you know, the artist couldn´t really bear it

if they hung there for ages and no one bought them, that´s all.

-They´re yours? -Mm-hmm.

-I thought you were a sculptor. -I dabble in paint.

You dabble really good.

Shay, you should probably go home now.

Are you firing me?

No. God, no.

Although talking to me first is a skill that we need to work on.

But I think Lindsay might need your support right now.

[ Hip-hop music playing through headphones ]

Hey, Lindsay?

What?

Um...

I heard about your mum.

I am so sorry.

It´s no biggie.

Ki... Kind of is.

She left years ago, so...

Mind you, at least we know where she ended up.

Can you put some on my back, Arlo?

I´m getting fried here.

She was probably drunk.

Treena used to drive drunk all the time.

Or maybe Bill Jr. ran her off the road that night

knowing everyone would think she was drunk.

KATIE: Get a grip, you people.

Oh, was Treena murdered?

See? This is what happens when you gossip.

Exactly. That´s what I´ve been saying all along.

-Good for you, Woody. -That is why I´m out of here.

And you´ve got work to do.

Yeah, that too.

You off?

Oh, uh, yeah, yeah.

Hey, Woody?

Are we okay?

Yeah, sure.

I mean, we had the talk, right?

It´s just that every time you look at me,

it´s like you want to run away.

Nah. No... No way!

Or if I do, it´s just ´cause I´m busy.

You know, I got places to be, stuff to do.

You know, just like you.

Okay, well, as long as we´re cool.

Cool as a...cool thing.

Look at them all.

They think I killed her.

BIG MAC: Nobody thinks that.

Do they, Fiona?

Course not.

Terrible news.

Of course, if anyone had the motive to bump her off,

it´d be you.

I´m thinking crayfish.

GEORGE: And so it transpires

that the simplest and most effective way

of measuring the value of a human life,

any human life,

is whether anyone misses you when you´re gone.

I was only like seven or eight when she took off.

Yeah, but you must be able to remember stuff about her, right?

Uh, the stuff you used to do together.

Or her... her favorite thing to cook?

No. Nothing.

At the very least, we all like to think, surely,

that someone will grieve for us when we´re gone.

I think what Arlo is trying to say

is that if you could focus on your Mum for a minute,

get a clear picture of her in your mind,

then you might actually start to feel something.

Why?

Because she´s your mother.

ARLO: Yeah, and if you don´t deal with grief properly then...

And trust us...

It´ll come out in all sorts of weird different ways.

SHAY: And you can end up

suddenly living here, for example,

because your dad was in the denial stage

and made a very rash decision.

I´m not in denial.

It´s just like, for me,

she´s been dead a long, long time.

If you guys want to get all choked up about it, go for it.

But I´m over it.

Mind you...

There´s got to be some upsides to losing your mother, right?

Like, did people give you money and stuff?

No, I don´t know, on the Kübler-Ross grief front,

she hasn´t even made it onto the scale.

Except maybe grief times 10.

She´s certainly mystery.

No, she´s a heartless, soulless cow.

Whoa. Everyone has their own process. Right?

I mean, you didn´t talk to anyone for two days

after Mum died.

Yeah, so?

At least I didn´t burst into tears

every time I saw a photo of her

or even when someone mentioned her name.

It´s called grieving, Shay.

It got embarrassing, Arlo.

Hey, hey.

Look, what I´m trying to say is

maybe her process hasn´t started yet.

Did she tell you about the postcards?

The ones her mother supposedly sent from all over the world?

Wait, so someone was trying to pretend her Mum was still alive

even though she´s been dead all these years?

Unless Treena sent them from beyond the grave,

it looks that way.

What, like someone was trying to cover up a murder?

Well, there are other explanations.

Well, yeah, but not as cool.

ARLO: Some revision still might be a good idea.

If you want, I can help.

It´s media studies, Arlo.

It´s not like brain science or whatever.

-You sitting an exam today? -I kind of have too.

Well, couldn´t you get a dispensation,

given the circumstances?

Nah, I did like no work all year,

so if I don´t pass the exam, I´m sunk.

GEORGE: Oh.

Eggs?

Poached, not fried. Two. With avocado, not tomato.

But, hey, the good news is this is the last exam.

So once it´s over, it´s party time!

-Yay! -My God!

Your mother is dead, Lindsay.

You can´t just pretend it didn´t happen.

GEORGE: Shay.

Look...

I get that you were all totally gutted when your mum died.

But mine chose to leave us.

If she hadn´t crashed, she´d been gone anyway,

so what´s the diff?

She might have come back?

Well, we´ll never know, will we?

So spare me the pity party. I´m over it.

-GEORGE: Morning. -GLORIA: Correct.

-So that´s it? That´s the story? -Yeah, for now.

Because Big Mac doesn´t want his family dirty laundry

aired in public.

Ah, no, because most of what people are saying is hearsay

and we don´t print hearsay, George.

But it just seems so...

-Underwhelming? -Yes!

There... There is a life attached to that body.

Oh, well, not anymore, to be accurate.

Which we are, George. The facts.

So an unidentified woman...

Which everyone knows is Treena.

She hasn´t been formally identified yet.

So, until then, it is not a fact, it is gossip.

We print news here, George.

News.

Siouxsie.

-Uh, Siouxsie, is Monty... -MONTY: Right here, George.

She´s, uh, processing her grief.

Were her and Treena close, then?

Not really. Treena didn´t really like kids.

Especially her own. [ Laughs ]

No, this is more of a general grief.

About everything.

Love is a farce and everyone dies.

See?

Especially in our family. Look at Mum.

I´m sorry, have you lost your mother as well?

No, she lives in a house-truck near Stafford.

Denise had a change of heart.

Mum turned lesbian, and Dad cried for a year.

Now she´s with a man again.

George doesn´t need to hear about any of that.

How can we help our esteemed new editor today?

I´m actually not feeling that esteemed, Monty.

Welcome to my world.

I want to apologize.

Well, look no worries. You´re welcome.

Job didn´t mean that much to me anyway.

I mean to Bill Jr.

Oh. What for?

For being the one to tell Lindsay.

That should have been his to do.

You would have done a much better job than he would´ve.

I´d still like to talk to him anyway.

-Do know where I can find him? -Mm-hmm.

I can do better than that.

Siouxsie, cancel my appointments for the day.

-You don´t have any. -Excellent.

He likes the way the balls roll across the grass.

It calms his angry soul.

You want to ask me about Treena, don´t you?

No, I just wanted to say sorry for...

You loved your wife, didn´t you, George?

You were happy?

Well, we had our moments, but...

But, yes, I did, and, um...

yes, we were.

Yeah.

I loved Treena too.

I don´t think she ever really loved me.

Not really.

Deep down inside, I always hoped she´d come back.

Even after all this time.

You were the one who sent the postcards to the kids,

weren´t you?

I know people, plumbers, from all over the world.

We talk... plumbing... You know, online.

I´d get them to send blank postcards from their country.

I´d copy Treena´s bit of scrawl as best I could.

Christmas cards, birthday messages...

"Love, Mummy."

And then I would courier the cards back to my plumbing mates

and they´d post them.

I didn´t want the kids to think that she´d just left them,

forgotten them.

It´s bloody stupid, really.

I probably just made things worse.

You were trying to do something good.

We try to make up for the loss as best we can.

Yeah, well, sometimes it´s just not enough, is it?

It gets better, Bill.

Not every day, but...

Trust me, it does.

You hung another one of my paintings.

Yes.

What was wrong with the last one?

Nothing.

And the people who bought it quite liked it too.

Really?

Really.

Oh, for God´s sake.

Yeah, it´s down again. I called Ike.

You call, I come running.

Ooh.

Okay.

Up and running again.

Let me guess... He turned it off and turned it back on again.

[ Laughs ] No, he replaced the router.

Apparently it was shot.

He swears it wasn´t an excuse to come and see you.

Uh-huh.

Although I do think it got him here a lot quicker.

Would it be all right if I use the space?

-To paint? -Yeah.

-Or to hide from Ike? -To paint.

Yeah. You go for your life.

Maybe I´ll put one of yours on the wall

and see how you like that.

SHAY: [ Singsong ] Maybe.

You know that Ike is a really lovely guy, don´t you?

And he really has a thing for you,

which means he´s not going away anytime soon.

-That´s his problem. -Yep.

But you´ll still have to deal with it, right?

It´s great out here, eh?

Away from all the problems of the world.

I think I might have brought my problems with me.

Away you go, then.

It´s just that I want to write something.

Well, then write it.

About Treena.

Ah, right.

A life must be worth a few well-chosen words,

more than just "Body found in car."

Yeah, but there are so many rumors flying around now.

I mean, you can´t even see the ducks from the trees.

I think you might find the expression is

"wood from the trees."

It doesn´t even make any sense.

Trees are made of wood.

Yeah. Yeah, that´s the point.

Nah, I still don´t get it.

But anyway, back to your problem.

Which is essentially that if I...

If I write only the bare facts,

I-I feel like I would have done her and injustice.

Yeah, but on the other hand, you don´t want to upset anyone,

and, you know, go into messy, gory details.

No, I don´t want to do that.

I was out here the other morning,

and right before my eyes I saw two dolphins mating.

It was beautiful. Beautiful!

But also a bit disturbing.

Yeah, I can imagine.

And when they get, you know, quite passionate,

they actually bite each other´s fins.

Quite badly.

-It can scar them for life. -Is that what happened?

Nah, nah, nah, a killer whale appeared and chased them off.

And me. [ Laughs ]

I´m sorry, but, uh,

what does that have to do with Treena exactly?

I don´t know, George. You´re the writer, mate.

Just telling you the story.

-[ Laughs ] -[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Up-tempo dance music playing ]

Excuse me.

Oh. No worries, Mr. T.

Hey, Dad.

Welcome to Lindsay dealing with her grief through partying.

Not your idea, I hope.

Well, she said she was

having a few friends over after her exams,

but then this happened.

Right.

I might just go see how she´s doing.

Tragic.

You´ve got to shut this down and kick her out, Dad.

Probably not the best idea right now.

Yeah, she´s lost her mum,

but clearly it´s not causing her much distress right now.

[ Sighs ] And more good times.

Do something.

Please?

Okay, I´ll have a chat to her.

Hi, George! Hope you don´t mind this little post-exam blowout.

It´s so cool to see all my friends.

It might have been a good idea to ask me first, Lindsay.

Yeah, I know.

But once word got out,

I think people just wanted to show me some love.

´Cause of Mum.

Right.

Do you want me to get rid of them?

´Cause I will if it´s bugging you?

How about you just keep the music down a bit, okay?

Thanks, George. You´re the best.

Good work, Dad.

[ Music continues, laughter ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Instrumental music plays through headphones ]

Hey, Shay.

Got to love your brother, right?

He doesn´t give up.

You do know what a lost cause is, right?

Mm-hmm. Except it´s not, is it?

You know it, I know it, so why avoid the inevitable?

Because maybe I want more for myself.

Not to be one of the Lindsays of this world,

hanging off some random guy´s every word

to fill the void of my existence.

Yeah, but I´m not some random guy, am I?

But you might as well be.

[ Door opens ]

SHAY: Dad?

It´s time, Dad.

Time for what?

We want our house back.

Fair enough.

All right, everyone.

If you could just...

[ Music stops ]

Sorry to break up the party, everyone,

but it´s time to move it elsewhere, please.

Sorry.

Thanks for having us, Mr. T.

It´s been spiritual.

Yeah, thanks, Ollie. No worries, mate.

Take it easy. Drive carefully.

All right, um...

I´m not giving up on us.

You will.

GEORGE: or just leave them on the table.

Drive carefully, everyone.

Thank God. I thought they´d never leave.

-Her grief runs deep. -[ Door closes ]

I think Lindsay might be like a dam waiting to burst.

GEORGE: There is no right way to grieve.

And probably far more than five stages.

And the process itself

is as complex as the people who experience it.

Especially if the loss is still a mystery

loaded with secrets.

Um, your dad´s here.

Honestly...

Do I look fat in this?

No, you... you look...

lovely.

As always.

Thanks, Arlo.

You really have been so good to me.

I don´t deserve it.

Of course you do.

You know, I-I would do anything

for someone going through this.

You know, me and Jared used to get

all these postcards from Mum

at Christmas and birthdays.

Yeah, I-I heard that.

We knew they were from Dad.

´Cause he´s got this really bad squiggly handwriting.

But we pretended to go along with it.

Just to make him feel better, really.

It´s kind of sweet.

In his own strange way, I guess...

he does love you.

Yeah. I guess he does.

Thanks for being there for me.

Your granddad´s waiting for you, love.

Okay.

-Laters, George. -All the best for today.

You sure you don´t want us to come?

No, we´ll... we´ll keep it just family.

I´ll see you at the after-match, though, eh?

Absolutely.

You okay?

Yeah.

Actually, I... I´m better than I´ve been in a long time.

Life goes on, eh?

[ Typing ]

Someone´s busy.

Just finishing my editorial.

Okay, and what´s it about?

You´ll have to wait and see.

Ooh! Fighting talk.

Hey, you better scoot,

or you´re gonna be late for that press conference.

What press conference?

I´ve called you all here today...

to announce that our extensive investigation

into the crash that caused the death

of Treena Joy McNamara has concluded,

and we have determined that Mrs. McNamara

died on September 12, 2008,

after leaving the road in a storm

on her way back to Weld.

[ Sobbing ]

Are there any questions?

Yes. Mr. Turner.

Has foul play definitely been ruled out?

Absolutely.

The idea of anyone tampering with Treena´s car

so it fortuitously drove off a cliff in a storm

is the stuff of films.

And it was definitely a stormy night

when the accident happened?

Ah, there are some suggestions that it was overcast

but possibly verging on storming.

Next question.

And she was definitely returning to Weld?

You know that for sure?

Let´s just agree

that after extensive investigation of the crash scene

it is highly probable and far more acceptable

that rather than driving away in anger,

she was heading home in remorse.

And earlier today

I informed all the concerned parties accordingly.

So unless there are any more questions

or problems with the findings...

No, I think the findings are perfectly acceptable.

In that case, we need a few snaps for the story.

Think the flowers would be nice.

Yeah, that would be nice, Constable Tom.

Just Tom, please.

I´m off duty now.

GEORGE: Sometimes a lie is kinder than the truth.

Or if something´s not actually true, then it should be.

So if a certain story

helps people move on with their lives,

no longer haunted by the secrets of their past,

then I have to say...

I´m all for it.

-[ Slow pop music playing ] -[ Indistinct conversations ]

Look at your boy there, George.

He´s got it bad, hasn´t he?

Yeah, I fear it´ll end in tears.

WOODY: Yeah, well, that´s love, isn´t it?

It´s like the dolphins.

Or like Bill Jr. over there.

[ Laughter ]

Scarred for life.

Were you?

No, that´s different, mate,

´cause every time I look at her, it´s like the dolphins,

except it´s the version where the orca gets hold of them

and rips them apart, fin from fin.

[ Both chuckle ]

-That´s not good. -No, it´s not, mate.

It´s not ideal.

So, what are you gonna do about it?

Dunno. Have another beer.

-You? -No, I´m good, thanks.

So how´s this for a deal?

You use the studio whenever you want

as long as you show whatever you finish.

And in return I might...

Might... unclench long enough to not freak out

when you show my art to the world.

You know that looking at him all the time

isn´t exactly gonna discourage him, right?

What?

And it´s a deal about the studio.

And the Ike thing is all sorted.

-Is it? -Yeah.

So, what are you two women of the art world

plotting over here?

Let´s just say we´re forming a support group, uh...

Women Artists of Weld Unite.

Sounds excellent.

Speaking of support, I might go see how Arlo´s doing.

So how´s Shay going at the gallery?

I think we´re gonna be just fine.

Great.

Here´s to a summer of endless possibilities then, eh?

I´ll drink to that.

♫ Life is short ♫

♫ It ain´t always easy ♫

♫ A silver lining ♫

Whoo! Come on, people!

♫ Can be hard to see ♫

♫ Now I´ve found it ♫

♫ It was always there ♫

Come on, George!

Time to bust out some of the moves.

I think Weld´s seen enough of my moves.

[ Laughing ] Oh, that´s where I think you´re wrong.

♫ ...in the clouds ♫

♫ It makes me better... ♫

I read your editorial.

I left it out for you to read.

-And I did. -And?

I found the dolphin allegory somewhat surprising at first

but ultimately quite moving

and entirely consistent with the theme of life going on

even in the shadow of death.

I illustrated it

with Tom´s photo of the flowers by the roadside.

Mm. It´s almost as if Treena has become our very own Lady Di.

Oh, and I corrected your spelling mistakes.

Thanks.

-Shall we dance, my dear? -We shall.

♫ We-e-e-e-e ♫

♫ Got to stay together ♫

♫ Got to stay together ♫

Are they...?

They live together. Didn´t you know?

-No. -Mm-hmm.

Wow!

Wow, indeed.

♫ So I reckon ♫

♫ That we should probably stay ♫

♫ ´Cause I don´t want this feeling ♫

♫ To ever go away ♫

♫ You hold me up ♫

♫ You hold me down ♫

♫ You hold me down ♫

♫ It makes me better... ♫

[ Music continues ]

Well, I have to say, as far as wakes go,

this one was pretty good.

Mum´s was better.

Well, Mum´s didn´t have nearly as much dancing.

But it did have Uncle Terry standing on the balcony

shouting at the neighbors that there was no God.

My brother, the life and soul of every wake.

Wait! You forgot me!

Uh, we thought you were...

Going home where you belong.

LINDSAY: No way.

I mean, Dad´s okay today, but tomorrow he´ll be Dad again.

Shotgun.

[ Door closes ]

There´s a road leading out of town.

No one will find her for years.

ARLO: Uh, the lights weren´t on when we left, were they?

Uh...

"Uh" what?

Something I meant to tell you guys.

Oh, hey, guys!

I know you.

Yeah, Daniel Cooper. You know my olds.

My dad worked with your wife.

Yes, I remember.

Man, you were right.

This place really is the back end of nowhere.

Dad, Daniel´s my boyfriend.

From Sydney.

[ Up-tempo music plays ]