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[ Graeme James´
"One Plus One" plays ]

[ Alarm beeping ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

[ Alarm stops ]

♫ One plus one
has always made two ♫

♫ But I feel this could be
different if I was with you ♫

Arlo, wake up.

First day of term.

Morning.

Morning.

Arlo, school!

-Yes, it is.
-Okay.

You get your breakfast.
I´ll grab your lunch.

Sorry. You want a cup of tea?
Cup of coffee?

-Oh. Coffee, but I can get it.
-No, no.

You sit down.

-There´s no food.
-There´s plenty.

Is there a lid for this
or is there one without the lid?

You can use a plastic bag.

And kill some dolphins
while you´re at it.

Oh, wow. A high school dropout
with a social conscience.

We have a lid.

Now coffee.

-George, don´t worry about me.
-No, no. No trouble.

Do we have any maple syrup?

-What for?
-Pancakes.

Pancakes?

Could you do that
somewhere else?

The kitchen is where you make
pancakes.

I can just get lunch at school.

And I just need you
to sign this.

-Arlo!
-Shay!

There´s no milk?
Did you use all the milk?

-Dad, have you seen the time?
-Yes. All right.

I can clean that up.

Uh, no. Shay can do it.
She´s got nothing better to do.

Here you go.

-SHAY: I´m going back to bed.
-Is that your plan for the day?

Not all day.
Possibly.

Dad, come on.

It´s not too late to enroll
if you´ve changed your mind.

Have a nice day, nerdy boy.

You too, dreg of society.

Help yourself to everything.

I´m just actually
gonna head to work.

Okay.
We´ll see you later.

♫ I feel this could be different
if I was with you ♫

♫ If I was with you ♫

♫ One plus one
has always made two ♫

♫ But I feel this could be
different if I was with you ♫

♫ If I was with you ♫

GEORGE: They say he who expects
nothing is never disappointed.

But sometimes all your
expectations can be exceeded.

You wake up and discover you´re
the happiest you´ve been...

-Dad.
-Yeah?

Why are you smiling?

Was I?

Oh, I was just writing
my column in my head.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Okay.

TRACEY: Hi. Welcome.
Haere mai.

GIRL:
Hi.

TRACEY:
Haere mai. Welcome.

Haere mai, Braden.

-Haere mai, Aroha.
-Hi.

Wait.
Why are you coming in?

To say hello
to the new principal.

Haere mai, Arlo.

Hi, Ms. Dennis.

Just wanted to wish you luck
on your first day.

Not that you need it.

Okay.
I´ll see you later, Dad.

I can´t believe it´s
his last year at high school.

Only seems like last week
he started kindy.

Oh. Was he top of the class
there, too?

Well, I don´t want to brag,
but...

Haere mai, Lindsay.
Jared, lovely to have you back.

Do I have to be
in the same class as him?

Well, you didn´t pass last year,
Lindsay, so you have to repeat.

We did talk about this.

Still sucks.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Off you go.
You have a great day.

Doubt it.

-Haere mai, Billy.
-Hello.

Billy not like school?

He likes learning.

He´d just rather learn things
they don´t actually teach.

Like?

Uh, the migratory pattern
of the bar-tailed godwit.

It´s a bird that flies from
Alaska to New Zealand every year

and back.

-Why?
-Oh, you´d have to ask Billy.

He´s a star-shaped peg
in a hexagonal hole,

as I keep having to remind them.

There is no news, George.

But no news is good news.

Except when you´re trying to
produce a newspaper.

They still haven´t filled the
pothole outside of the museum.

What if I do a profile piece on
the new high school principal...

How she´s feeling,

what are her expectations
for the year.

You fill your boots,

and I´ll let you know
if any real news comes along.

Someone put a road cone
on top of the big pine tree

by the beach access.

-I think I´ll work from home.
-Best place for it.

Well, how did it get up there,
eh?

You calling it a day already,
mate?

I´m working from home.

-What about you?
-Oh, yeah. You know.

Not really.
Something wrong?

Just feeling a bit, um...

Oh, your girlfriend´s
back at work.

That´s exactly right, mate.

-What? You gonna miss her?
-What? Miss her?

Mate, that´s the opposite
of what I´m gonna do.

What, are you two not good?

No. She´s coiled up
like an eastern brown.

Every time I try to help her,
she just... kk! strikes.

I just saw her then,
and she seems fine.

Yeah. Well, was she greeting
every kid by name?

Yes, she was, actually.

Well, let me tell you, she´s not
doing that in her sleep, mate.

It´s work, work, work, eat,
work, work, work, sleep,

work, work...work...

Is this Tracey?

Yeah.

I just had my annual Billy chat
this year with her.

And?

She´s convinced that Gateway
is the appropriate path for him.

What´s Gateway?

It means he´s in
with the numpties.

-Ah.
-Did you just say numpties?

My Scottish grandfather used to
call me and my brother that

all the time.

It means stupid.

No.
It´s a term of endearment.

Isn´t it?

Uh, it´s a label, George.

A label that says
you´re not academic

and you´re never going to uni.

Isn´t that determined
by how many credits you get?

The right amount of credits
in the right subjects.

And Gateway... They´re not
the right subjects, George.

KATIE: It´s like work experience
with a fancy title.

How to write a CV and so forth.

Well, that´s good, isn´t it?
It´s quite practical, actually.

KATIE:
Some parents love it.

My dreams for Billy
were a bit higher

than working in a shop
like his mother.

Well, the school system here
isn´t simple, is it?

No.
Apparently my son is, though.

Oh, I´m sure Tracey
doesn´t think that.

Sure.
Anyway, I´d better get going.

Great.
Great.

So my girlfriend´s
a stress-cadet workaholic

and now the most hated woman
in Weld.

-[ Cellphone ringing ]
-Oh, I´m sure she´s not.

Tracey.

George, why on earth
did you agree to it?

Agree to what?

To Arlo throwing his life away.

I don´t remember signing this.

But it is your signature?

It is.
I-I signed it this morning.

-Yeah. What is it?
-You don´t know?

I, uh, I didn´t read it.

You didn´t read it?

Why don´t you tell your father
what he´s consented to, Arlo?

Um, me changing subjects.

Not exactly changing subjects.
Tell him what you´ve dropped.

Um, maths with stats

and physics and chemistry,
but I´ve picked up...

Arlo has moved himself
into the STAR program.

Oh, that sounds good.

So what´s the problem?
Are his marks not good enough?

STAR stands for "Secondary
Tertiary Alignment Resource."

Which is where you can do
work placement and get credited.

-Work placement?
-Like an apprenticeship.

I didn´t think
you could do apprenticeships

in medicine or science.

Well, I don´t want to do
medicine or science.

For the STAR program, the school
selects kids who are eligible.

I need to make this very clear.
I was not involved in this.

Penny, in the office,

when Arlo approached her
during the holidays,

put his name down
without consulting me.

And the program accepted him,
and you signed the damn form,

and now here we are.

But this says Gateway.

Are you telling me
Arlo´s gonna be a numpty?

We don´t use that term, George.
It´s offensive.

-Can I go to class now?
-No.

Arlo, the thing is,

your marks put you in the top 3%
of the whole country.

You could be earning credits
towards a degree this year.

But I don´t need a degree
for what I want to do.

Which is what?

I want to be a chef.

I want to own my own restaurant
one day,

which is why I need to do
food tech and hospitality,

-so I can start...
-That´s not gonna happen.

You´re gonna do the subjects
we talked about last year.

End of discussion.

Well, I don´t want to.

You know, and I think
our form class has started.

-[ Door opens, closes ]
-What just happened here?

You signed the damn form,
George.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

GEORGE:
They say he who expects nothing

is never disappointed.

And maybe they´re right.

Whoever the heck "they" are.

[ Music continues ]

[ Indistinct conversations,
laughter ]

[ Talking stops ]

You may have taken a wrong turn.

No.
This is where I´m meant to be.

You come to give us crap
or something?

Maybe he´s come
to be the teacher.

JARED:
Yeah, right.

What are you doing here?

Same as you.

Is there no teacher?

Uh, it usually takes them
a couple weeks

to find a teacher
for the numpties.

You´d know.

Third-year numpty and counting,
yo.

BILLY:
Fourth.

Oh, I don´t count the last year
because, you know,

I was, like, never here, so...

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Are you here
because I ended up here?

No.

No. I´m here because
I want a career in hospitality.

Yeah, right.

Shouldn´t someone go
to the office

and let them know
we´re on our own?

JARED:
No.

´Cause we´re good here,
actually.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Laughter ]

Get lost, d-bag.

[ Laughter ]

You take your life in your hands
joining the numpties.

Hey, uh, is your, um, is your
sister coming back to school?

No.

Yeah. No.
I totally get it.

Like, I´m only here ´cause my
dad wanted me to come to school.

Otherwise I have to work at the
petrol station full time, so...

Yeah.

You sure you want to be
a numpty?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

GEORGE:
In fact, Alexander Pope,

the 18th-century poet, said,

"Blessed is he
who expects nothing,

for he is never disappointed."

But did this Alexander Pope guy
have kids?

Did he not expect great things
for them and from them?

I mean, it´s only natural,
isn´t it?

[ Indistinct conversations,
laughter ]

[ Up-tempo music playing ]

You almost got me.

SHAY:
Hey, Dad.

-Ike bought milk.
-Hey, George.

Isn´t it a bit late
for breakfast?

We´re calling it brunch.

What are you actually doing,
Shay?

Making pancakes.

Don´t worry.
I´ll clean up after.

I mean with your day
and then with tomorrow

and the day after that
and the day after that.

I mean, is it too much to expect
that at least one of my kids

will actually do something
with their life?

I´m sorry.
I´m having a...

Arlo´s become a numpty.

What, a school numpty?

-No. No way.
-Yeah.

He´s quit his actual classes
to do Gateway

because now he wants to have
a career in hospitality.

Wow.

-That´s a bit unexpected.
-You´re telling me.

But Gateway is awesome for kids
that aren´t that academic.

But, of course,
Arlo is completely academic,

which makes this
an odd decision.

Yeah. I mean,
what do they actually do?

They could spend the whole year
watering pot plants

for all I know.

Actually, there was this numpty

who had a pretty big career
in pot plants,

if you know what I´m...

No.

Okay. That´s a story
for another time. Cool.

Pancake, George?

Look, when you´ve finished
your brunch,

could you go and do something?

I don´t know.
Go out and stop climate change.

Anything.

Actually, I´ve got something
I can be working on

at the gallery...

Since you´re so worried you
raised a numpty and a beach bum.

Tidy up before you leave.

[ Door closes ]

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Hi.

Hey.
Did Arlo get to school okay?

He got to school, yes.

So you´re free to meet me
for a coffee or lunch later?

Sure.

Is everything okay, George?

I´ll tell you when I see you.

Just come on in
whenever you´re taking a break.

I will.

GEORGE:
Here´s what you expect...

That your kids
will always love you,

always need you,
and always do...

what you thought
they were going to do.

Maybe.

Maybe that´s stupid.

Did you know in food tech

we get credits
for knife maintenance?

Well, knives are a chef´s
most valuable tool.

[ Mockingly ] "Knives are
a chef´s most valuable tool."

You´re the tool.

We should let Ms. Dennis know
that no form teacher showed up.

Think about it, dummy.

If we don´t have a teacher,
then we can do whatever we want.

Yeah, during form class.

Yeah.

Which is 15 minutes
at the beginning of the day,

before we have to go
to all our other classes.

So?
What´s your point?

Isn´t it kind of insulting
to the numpties

that everyone else gets
a form teacher except us?

Yeah.
Just ´cause we´re crap students.

We are still students, though.

We´re not crap students.

In fact, it could be argued
that we´re the bright ones.

´Cause when it comes to getting
a job,

we´ll be the ones
with the skills, literally.

Yeah.
Numpties rule.

ARLO:
Just saying.

Yeah, Jared.
Shut up.

Don´t tell me to shut up just
´cause you got the hots for him.

I do not.
Shut up.

Actually, Lindsay,
Arlo has a girlfriend.

You still seeing that Emma girl?

She´s in Stafford,
but we talk every day.

Nice.

Dork love.

Works for me.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Don´t.
I want to finish this.

No.
Finish it later.

I´m working.

This isn´t just a hobby for me,
you know.

I never said it was.

Dad thinks it is.

Hey, your dad is a writer.

He can´t criticize you
for wanting to be an artist.

Yeah, but he gets paid to write,
so it´s a real job.

Okay.
Hang on.

It´s really good,
except maybe...

Maybe what?

It´s too small.

-You´re kidding, right?
-No.

No, no, no.
Okay.

I have an idea how this...

[ Shutter clicks ]

can be a real job, too.

Like, how cool would that be,

right there,
covering the whole wall?

Like a mural?

Well, Weld can be
pretty beige at times.

And it would brighten things up
a bit.

IKE:
Exactly.

Go for it.

You´re serious?

I live in a house
full of velvet Elvis hangings.

This is probably the closest
to a masterpiece I´ll ever get.

Oh, my God.
Yes.

As long as it doesn´t cost me
anything, the wall is yours.

Thanks.
Wow.

Okay.

How am I gonna pay for this?

I mean, paints, rollers,
ladders.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Details.

Don´t worry.
It´ll be sweet.

A real job means I get paid,
not where I pay.

You get that, right?

Yeah.

Okay.
Okay.

Let´s do some numbers and we´ll
see what we´re up against, eh?

He´s obviously been planning
this for a while.

Since he started working here?

No.
It has its roots elsewhere.

A few weeks ago, he did mention
hospo as a career.

And I said to him,
"If you´re serious about this,

here´s what you need to do."

You told Arlo to take Gateway?

No. I told him to ditch school
completely.

But Arlo didn´t ditch school.

He´s still there.
That´s a good thing.

And now he´s a numpty,

which is apparently an offensive
term around these parts.

To some of us, yes.

Because "numpty" means the same
as "stupid."

But that was okay,
because we got out and worked

and made money instead
of wasting our time studying.

So the rest of them
can suck on that.

Hannah, could you grab us
some flat whites, please?

Mm.

Sorry.

Don´t worry about her.
She´s fine.

Arlo´s the important one here.

He knew I´d hate the idea, which
is why he lied and deceived me.

That´s not who he is.

You know,
my son doesn´t lie to me.

God, he´s too bright
and got too much going on

to waste his life
at a bloody restaurant.

I might just grab us some water.

Oh, shoot.

Sorry, Fiona.
That´s not what I meant.

I know.

It´s just that what I imagined
for my kids wasn´t...

I don´t know.

It´s one of the reasons
you have kids, right?

So they can be a better version
of you?

I don´t know, George.

I might be out of my depth
there.

Sorry.

I´m gonna nip this in the bud.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

I am very sorry

if I was rude about the
Gateway students this morning.

We just don´t call them numpties
because it has connotations.

And it really is
an excellent program.

I´m sure it is,
but not for my son.

-Do you agree?
-Look, George.

Weld District High School
has never had

what you´d call an outstanding
or even acceptable pass rate

when it comes to NCEA.

So when a student as bright
as Arlo comes along...

Yeah, I know.

And I´m sorry for signing
the form.

That didn´t help matters.

Well, he seemed
pretty determined, so...

Yes.
Well, so am I.

I´m gonna fix this.

And I just wanted you to know
that by tomorrow,

we will both have
our star pupil back.

-[ Cellphone rings ]
-Fiona, hi.

I have decided what you need.

Dinner for two.
My house.

I just picked up this
really delicious steak, which...

I´m sorry.

Oh.
You´re not able to?

I need to have dinner
with Arlo and Shay tonight,

sort this school thing out.

[ Sighs ]
Of course you do.

God. Sorry.
I didn´t even think...

Do you want me to come over
and cook for you?

Thanks, but I think
it should just be us.

I´m gonna put my foot down,
and it could get ugly.

Oh.
This doesn´t sound good.

-Well, good luck.
-Thanks.

Talk soon.

GEORGE: You can sit around
expecting something to happen

all you want.

But when it comes down to it,

the only way
to guarantee it happening

is to stop expecting
and start doing.

I don´t know about this.

Let´s go.
Let´s do it.

-Can we help you?
-Yes. Um...

MONTY:
Looking to buy, are we?

Young couple.
First home.

[ Chuckles ]
No.

But...

"But."

But we have an opportunity
for you.

SHAY:
Okay.

So I´m painting the side
of the Super Store

with one of my artworks.

Uh, a Shay Turner original.

Except...I need a sponsor.

IKE: Her paintings are gonna be
worth a lot of money one day.

Before or after she´s dead?

It´s very colorful.
I like it.

So you´ll sponsor me?

No.
Sorry.

If I said yes to everyone coming
in here asking for money, I´d...

You gave money
to the blind-dog people.

Guide-dog people.
That´s a good cause.

And the surf lifesavers.
Remember?

Yes.
They were selling little pins.

So now you want us to give you
money for your graffiti?

This is a community project

showcasing the work
of one of Weld´s young artists.

And consider this an opportunity
to make up for past grievances.

By me giving you money?

Come on.

You got a budget?

Yeah.

Whack a McNamara Realty logo
on it somewhere,

you´ve got yourselves a deal.

-Are you serious?
-I believe in second chances.

Right.
Yep.

He means you.

You really want to give us
money?

Anything that brightens up
this town,

I´m willing to back that horse.

Thank you so much.

I have an idea for a mural.

No, Siouxsie.
There are limits.

Hey. So you´re never gonna
believe this.

Tell me while you´re setting
the table.

So, Ike had this brilliant idea

that my work shouldn´t be
limited to a canvas.

Just us tonight.
Set it for three.

Oh.

Is this a compulsory family
dinner I smell... about Arlo?

Okay.

Anyway, so we went down
to the Super Store

and pitched this idea to Brenda,
and she was in.

And Big Mac is even paying me
to do it.

-Arlo, get back here.
-I´ve got stuff to do.

What, a 1,000-word essay on the
best deep fryer for hot chips?

Or is it a maths assignment

on the best way to divide up
the contents of a tip jar?

You always say sarcasm
is the lowest form of wit,

and I don´t really want to talk
about anything now.

Fine.
Fine.

But we will talk about it
at dinner.

-I´m not really hungry.
-CFD, Arlo.

[ Doors close ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

Yes, Gloria?

Did you do the profile piece
on Tracey?

GEORGE: No. Tracey and I had
other things to discuss.

Good, because I´ve got
an actual story for you.

Something´s happened, George.

Brace yourself.

The Golden Seahorse-Shoe
is closing down.

-The Chinese place?
-Yep.

Because of its strangely
incomprehensible name?

Mainly due to the continually
underwhelming food,

but I don´t think
the name helped.

It´s a play on words.

Horseshoes being lucky,
Weld being by the sea,

where seahorses live,
hence Seahorse-Shoe.

And this is our
big breaking news?

Some dodgy restaurant
is... is closing down?

GLORIA: Well, you didn´t know
until I told you,

so it was news to you,

and it will be news
to our readers, George.

Yes. Well, thank you, Gloria,
for the heads-up.

But I´ve got to go.

TOM:
It´s the male seahorse

who carries and gives birth
to the young.

Did you know that?

No good?

Yeah. No.
It´s not happening.

-Yeah.
-Should´ve stayed in bed.

Now you´re talking.

Tell Tracey to write herself
a sick note and join you.

Yeah.
Good luck with that.

I have to practically make
an appointment just to see her

now that she´s Principal Dennis.

-Must be hard, eh?
-Tell me about it.

This new job, Hannah,
it´s getting all of her.

There´s nothing left for me.

I meant for her, not for you.

Oh.

George was in today,

having a fit because Tracey
let Arlo join the numpties.

You know,
and from what I hear at work,

most of the parents
only complain about the school.

-What, to Trace?
-Sometimes.

But mainly behind her back.

Ugh.

Who´d want to be a principal,
eh?

Well, she would.
She was looking forward to it.

Yeah.

She´s probably looking forward
to getting home to her bloke.

So make sure you treat her nice,
eh?

Yeah.

[ Door opens, closes ]

TRACEY:
Why is it so dark in here?

Oh.

[ Gasps ]
Oh, wow.

Welcome home, beautiful.

Oh, my God.

You have no idea
how much I need this.

It has been one hell of a day.

Well, then make yourself comfy
and let me give you a foot rub.

-Seriously?
-Yeah, seriously.

All right.

-Oh, that is amazing.
-It´s good, yeah?

This conversation
that I had today

with the chairman of the board
of trustees was hideous.

He kept calling me "love."

I´ve got to get some allies
on that board.

That is heaven.

Well, after this, dinner.

Then I´m gonna run you a bath,

and you aren´t even
going to think about work.

[ Sighs ]
I have to, Woody.

I was planning to work
through dinner,

eat while I read this lot.

I´ve got to sort out some KPIs
for the teaching staff.

And then, honestly, the parents
I have had to deal with today.

-Seriously.
-Yeah, I get it.

I get it.

I´m so sorry.

No.
It´s fine.

Do you mind
if I just clear this?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Billy wants to know if he can
practice his knife sharpening.

It´s for school.

Fine by me.
Just ask Norman in the kitchen.

This morning, it was a disaster
that he´d ended up in Gateway.

And now he can´t wait
to go to school tomorrow.

-That´s good.
-Arlo´s got him all inspired.

He wants to do hospo,
like his best mate.

If only George were as pleased.

Oh, he´s not?

That´s funny.

How?

This morning,
he was defending Gateway.

It´s different when it´s
your own kid, though, right?

I wouldn´t know.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

The Turners are having
a family dinner,

and I wasn´t invited.

And I know that I shouldn´t feel
upset, but...

You do.
I get that.

It can´t be easy for George

dealing with all this stuff
without Laura.

Do you think
that she was the one

that did all
of the school stuff?

It´s usually the mums.
We are stroppier.

But this family-dinner thing
sounds like a calm

and sensible way to sort it out.

Hopefully.

You deliberately deceived me.

You wouldn´t have signed the
form if you knew what it was.

-Damn right I wouldn´t have.
-Maybe we could lower the...

Giving you permission
to throw your life away.

-That is not what I am doing!
-Well, I disagree!

I´m not him, Dad.

-Not who?
-You know.

You think
because he´s a screw-up,

all chefs are screw-ups.

My brother has nothing
to do with it.

Well, why are you going
so crazy?

Because your mum and I had plans
for you!

How do you think she would´ve
felt if she knew...

N-No.
No way!

You do not tell me
what she would´ve thought,

because I know!

She would´ve wanted me
to be happy

and to do what makes me happy.

She wouldn´t be sitting there,
telling...

[ Door closes ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Birds chirping,
rooster crowing in distance ]

-Morning.
-Hey.

-Arlo up?
-And away.

What, to school already?

I believe fleeing was the plan.

Dad, does it really matter

that he wants to do something
he loves?

And your personal experience
with further education

makes you an expert how exactly,
Shay?

Right.

Your children
are tragic disappointments,

complete failures,
and terrible people.

I didn´t mean it like that.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Tracey.

How´d we go?
Getting staunch?

I may have made things worse.

No "may" about it.

I see.

I´m not sure what to do next.

Leave it to me.

Time for the big guns.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Crane beeping ]

BRENDA:
At it already?

Thanks to McNamara Realty.

What´s happening here?

They´re making Weld
a little less beige, Sean.

Not without a permit,
they´re not.

Get down here, please.

You had better be joking.
Stay right where you are.

About needing a permit
to paint public property?

I don´t joke about things
like that, Brenda.

-Come on. Down you come.
-BRENDA: This is my car park.

On land that´s leased
from the council.

This is about the toilet-roll
holder my mother gave us.

-No, it´s not.
-It´s a toilet-roll holder.

-Get over it.
-It´s shaped like a ballerina.

You leave my artists alone,

or I´ll get her to make
a matching seat cover.

The council will not be
threatened.

I´m calling her now.

You´ll need to come to the
council office, fill out a form.

-And then can we paint?
-Then a delegated council rep

will either approve it or not.

And who´s
the delegated council rep?

I am.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Are you the teacher?

Course not.
I´m the principal.

Has the reliever not...

I´m working on it.

Then there´s the state
of the building,

and the furniture
is falling to pieces.

Arlo, can you come with me,
please?

I just mean, you know,
we shouldn´t be treated

like second-class citizens
just because...

It´s not something that you
have to worry about anymore.

I´m taking you out of Gateway.

-OLLIE: What?
-Why?

The school selects
eligible students,

and you are not eligible.

-You can´t do this.
-My office. Let´s go.

No.

-Ooh!
-Go, Arlo.

Move it, or this whole class
is on detention

for the rest of the week.

-Now, that´s not fair.
-Are you serious?

-That sucks.
-It was him. It wasn´t us.

Kia kaha, Arlo.

That means stay strong, Arlo.

JARED:
Yeah. Kia kaha, geek boy.

-LINDSAY: Nice one, Arlo.
-OLLIE: Keep cool, man.

Morning.

Hey.

Oh, are you working?
I should´ve called you.

Well, I´m trying to.

The only news story in town
is not actually a news story.

And then there´s my column.

I don´t know how you think about
things to write every week.

I´m doing expectations

and how the kids you make
grow up and shatter them.

Family dinner didn´t work?

Well, Shay giving me trouble,
that´s to be expected.

You know, girls can be tricky.

Whereas Arlo,
I just never expected...

I guess Laura was the one that
used to deal with this stuff.

Why?
Because she was the woman?

She was a lawyer,
working all the time.

She certainly wasn´t doing
the school drop-offs,

the teacher interviews, the
parent fundraising committees.

I get it.
Sorry.

Lately I just feel like I
can´t say anything right to you.

There is no subtext here, Fiona.

This isn´t about me
missing Laura or not coping.

I just don´t want my son
wasting his life in hospitality.

Okay.

Then there´s no subtext here
either, George.

I´ve been trying so hard
to support you,

to not offend you,
but you know what?

Bugger it.

I´m in hospitality,
and I love it.

And your son was in his element
at the Boat Club over summer.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

It´s Tracey.

You´d better answer it.

Can I call you later?

Just do what you need to do,
George.

Tracey.

Please tell me
the big guns worked.

ARLO: You can´t force me to
study something I don´t want to.

TRACEY: Gateway is no longer
an option for you.

What?
´Cause I´m not eligible.

-Did you make her do this?
-Do what?

You can´t trick your way into
getting what you want, Arlo.

Not without properly obtained
parental consent.

No Gateway for you.

And I support the principal
wholeheartedly in that.

You know, I´m 17.

I can actually leave school.

You wouldn´t.

-He wouldn´t.
-I can.

And I will.

I do the course I want
or I drop out altogether.

Oh, so now you´re
blackmailing us?

-Let´s call it an ultimatum.
-Let´s call it

I´m standing you down for
two days effective immediately.

Fine.

[ Door opens, closes ]

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

-It´s packed up, mate.
-Aw, great.

Oh.
Board tossing.

-What´s up?
-Can´t say.

Does it involve my missus?

George.

It does!
It does!

Oh. She´s the most hated woman
in Weld.

Nobody hates Tracey.

And I know the problem
is my own,

but let´s just say I don´t think
she´s entirely helped matters.

I´m sorry.

And it´s only her second day.

Sounds like your girl needs
some stress relief...

The type only a boyfriend
can provide.

Well, I would,
except she´s too busy.

Okay, yeah.

I-I could suggest that we put
aside some time to, you know...

"Put aside some time"?
Oh.

How unsexy is that?

What am I supposed to do,
Hannah?

Just walk up to her office,

sweep everything off the desk,
and what, just...

IKE: But this is an artwork
for the community.

It´s also an advertisement.
Therefore needs a permit.

No, it´s not.

In that case,
remove the McNamara Realty logo.

But then they won´t pay
for the paint.

Yeah, or the cherry picker.

Such are the struggles
of the modern artist.

But rules, young people,
are rules.

Petty fascist.

I heard that.

Because I´ve got both my ears...
Unlike van Gogh

and all those other artists
your sort look up to.

All right.
No arguments.

What are you doing here?

I am taking you to lunch.

Woody, I can´t.

I´ve got a numpty rebellion
on my hands.

Okay. Well, then
I´m taking you for a walk.

Woody, I can´t just leave school
any time I want.

Okay, then.
I´m taking you.

On that desk.
Right now.

What?
Are you insane?

If there´s a lock on that door.

´Cause if there´s not,
that... that could be awkward.

Is this all just a big joke
to you?

What?

I am working 24/7
being the witch.

I´ve got to stand people down.

And all I... all I want more
than anything in this w-world,

is to just go and lie on my
favorite beach in the sand...

I get... Trace. Trace.
Babe. Babe.

Hey.
It´s all right.

I´m gonna pick you up
after work,

I´m gonna take you
to your favorite nudie beach...

You don´t get it.
I can´t.

Not anymore.

Because it´s too cold?

Because I´m the principal.

Right.

Principals don´t go
to nudist beaches.

Um...

Can you please just go?

Yeah.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Hi.
Is your dad in?

Uh, at work.
Sorry.

No. It´s fine.
I just left my glasses.

How come you´re not at school?

I got stood down.

Yikes.
Is this about Gateway?

I´m pretty sure Tracey only
cares about her NCEA pass rates.

We didn´t have NCEA
when I was at school.

Just School C,
Sixth Form Certificate.

How´d you learn to do that?

Watching Norman
at the Boat Club.

You know, there´s more than
one way to skin a possum, Arlo.

We actually like possums
where I come from.

Look, I get I´m not a parent.

I´m especially not your parent.

And every time I open my mouth,
I seem to get it all wrong,

so you´d think I´d learn.

But...can I give you
a suggestion?

Sure.

I don´t know
what your dad´s problem is

with what you´ve chosen to do.

It involves family history
between Dad and his brother.

Longtime bad blood.

Okay.

Well, is there any way that
you could compromise on this?

Just meet him somewhere
in the middle?

Because in my experience,
to get a win-win situation,

generally both parties
have to lose something.

You can tell me to butt out now.

No.
I hear you.

Perfect.

Thanks.

"The local Chinese restaurant,
the Golden Seahorse-Shoe,

is closing down, as its owners,
Debbie and Gary Fong,

are returning to their hometown
of Hamilton."

Hardly a surprise.

Their sweet and sour pork
was neither one nor the other.

And it´s a total nonstory,
but it´s the best I´ve got.

Mind you, Arlo could´ve done
his apprenticeship there.

-Not ready to joke about it yet.
-Oh, come on, George.

Why are you so surprised
Arlo wants to be a chef?

Your whole family are foodies.

Is this is about your brother?

That accusation has been
leveled... with some validity.

Arlo is nothing...
Nothing like Terry.

Terry wasn´t like Terry

till he fell in
with the hospitality crowd.

Yes, he was, and you know it.

Terry just happened to find
his spiritual home in the world

of drink, drugs, crazy women,
late nights, and cooking.

How is he, by the way?

He must be relatively clean
by now,

´cause you can´t get into
any of his restaurants

for love or money.

I have no idea.

I haven´t actually spoken to him
since the funeral.

I see.
Still not great, then.

I´ve got to go, so give Arlo
a big hug and a kiss from me.

And, George, remember,
he´s a good boy.

Yep.

So this is the great artwork
that´s also a job?

I thought you weren´t listening
when I told you that.

I´m a parent.
We can multitask.

How´s it going?

Not well.

Sean from the council
is making it impossible.

IKE:
Petty bureaucracy, George.

You should write an editorial
about it.

GEORGE:
Beats what I wrote today.

I´ll give you a lift home.

-Bye.
-Yeah.

So, are you gonna do something
about it?

The wall.

Do you care?

I know it´s not a proper job

and my career isn´t as important
as Arlo´s,

but to me, it is.

-Is that what you really think?
-You do.

Shay, I sit in front
of a blank screen,

putting words on it,

hoping that people
will actually read them,

and I call that a job.

[ Turn signal clicking ]

[ Birds squawking ]

Okay.
Here´s the thing.

[ Engine shuts off ]

I was the arty one
and Laura the sensible lawyer.

And then you two came along.

Arlo... swotty, brainy,
your mother´s son.

And then you.

Your father´s daughter.

So you´re saying I´m dumb
like you?

I have absolute belief, Shay,
that whatever you do,

you will be brilliant at it.

And if it is art,
you will be a great artist...

Even if you never sell
a painting

and I have to support you
for the rest of your life.

Thank you, Dad.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

So how come you don´t cut Arlo
the same slack?

Because that´s different.

Not really.

TRACEY:
I´m sorry about today.

No. Don´t apologize.
I-It´s cool.

They say be careful
what you wish for.

Um, turns out being the boss is
not how I thought it would be.

Yeah. Well, in my experience...
nothing ever is.

So I got you a present.

Here.

It´s the nudie beach jigsaw.

Well, it´s a beach
that looks a lot like it.

It´s just a beach.

[ Chuckles ]

This is so sweet and thoughtful.

You like it?

But when will I ever get
the time?

If you want to use this table
for paperwork,

then now would be good.

I´ll leave you to it.

I´ll see you at dinnertime.

So are you gonna do anything
about that?

Based on my experience
over the past few days,

the best thing I can do
is keep my mouth shut.

[ Graeme James´ "Home" plays ]

♫ I´m headed home, home ♫

♫ Home, home ♫

♫ I´m headed home, home ♫

♫ Home, home ♫

♫ I´m headed ho-ho-ho-home ♫

Oh, my God!

I´m... I´m so sorry.

Don´t worry.
These things happen.

What was it?

Curried sausages with pineapple.

I got the recipe from Ike.

-Can we rescue it?
-Do we want to?

-Rude.
-Grab some paper towels.

But what about dinner?

We have hardly anything left

because, like, no one
has been shopping this week.

Well, we could do puttanesca.

Yeah. We do have tinned tomatoes
and olives and capers.

Is that the one with the, uh,
the little fish?

Anchovies, Shay.

And we have anchovies.

I like the putty-thingy one.

-Puttanesca.
-Puttanesca.

And it won´t take long.

I´ll do the pasta.
You do the sauce.

-Do we have any chili peppers?
-In the planter.

Oh, I´ll go.

I´d say we had a lucky escape.

I´d say we did.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

So...I´ve been thinking
about school.

And as well as Gateway,

I can do some Level 3
Scholarship subjects.

-Scholarship.
-Yeah.

I can work them around
my core subjects.

I´m sure Ms. Dennis
would be into it.

I´m sure she would.

Fiona thought that chemistry
might be useful

in case I ever wanted to be, as
she put it, "one of those chefs

that does weird science stuff
in the kitchen."

-Did she?
-Yeah.

And with English, I could get
enough credits to go to uni...

if I wanted to.

Sounds like a plan.

So I can do Gateway?

Can I stop you?

Thank you, Dad.

Now, look.

I know it was your mother

that said that she wanted you
to be happy.

But I do too.

I really do.

I know.

Come here.

Okay.

Let´s create some magic.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Hang on a minute.

Hey.

Chinese place is closed down
for good.

Did you know about this?

News to me, Woody.

Crazy.

Hey, babe.

Had to get fish and chips

´cause the Golden
Seahorse-Shoe...

Hey there.

You want to do the sky?

Too right.

Oi.
You know the rules.

Right.

[ Music continues ]

It´s no excuse,

but the Arlo thing,
it really hurt.

My little boy acting like I was
his enemy.

I´m not gonna say anything
´cause I...

I don´t know what to say.

We´re... We´re good now.

Arlo´s decided to do
some uni courses.

But you knew that already.

I wasn´t interfering.
I promise.

But you got us there,
and I´m very grateful.

You´ve done an amazing job
with those kids, George.

And Arlo´s gonna make you proud.
I know it.

So do I.

There´s dinner at our place
if you´re interested.

Oh, I was just gonna pick up
some Chinese takeaway.

Oh, dear.

Because I have
some very sad news

about the Golden Seahorse-Shoe.

GEORGE: The best thing you
can do with big expectations...

is let them go.

Not exactly what I had in mind
when I became principal.

But for the time being,
I will be your form teacher.

And the first order of business

is getting you lot
some decent furniture.

-Whoo-hoo!
-Whoo!

Because if all our expectations
were met every day,

how boring would life be?

The unexpected...

Now, that´s what makes life
interesting.

So bring it on.

Hi, Terry.
It´s me.

No.
No reason.

Just calling to see
how my little brother´s going.

Any arrests, affairs?

Stints in rehab?

[ Up-tempo music plays ]