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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 ]