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Boys will be boys,

possibly the most useless idiom
in the idiom universe.

As the father of a boy
fast turning into a man,

I can assure you they are
much more complex beings

than this gross simplification.

Boys will be, in my experience,
capable of surprising you

at every turn,

and not, I'm afraid, in a good way.

Hey...

You were gonna wait for me.

Oh, sorry. I was, um, running late.

For the council? Does that matter?

Uh, yeah, it kind of does to me.

Well, aren't you Mr Nice?

Guess what.

Um, pass.

Grandpa is heading to Stafford
on super-secret business

and he's staying the night,

which means his place is empty,

which means we can do whatever we want.

- And I have a surprise.
- Which is?

Then it won't be a
surprise, will it, idiot?

Yep. Guess not.

Ah, young love,

before it gets smashes to
pieces on Pregnancy Island.

So, I'll see you there?

Yeah. You will.

No, I haven't seen him today.

- He hasn't called?
- No.

- And you haven't called him?
- Why would I need to call Ike?

To find out why he's not here.

Well, if you want to speak to him,
why don't you call him?

I have called him. He's
not answering his phone.

- Is there anything I can do for you?
- Well, I don't know, George.

- Can you finish cutting the video?
- No, that's Ike's department.

Then no. George, what sort of
ship are you running here?

- Is there such a big hurry here?
- I need it for the launch.

Ah, the launch,
of the new Republic of Weld.

That is confidential information.

Well, Billy won't say anything.
Will you, Billy?

Huh?

So, what's it all about, then?

Look, all will be
revealed at the launch,

if Ike ever finishes
cutting the damn thing.

Lindsay, have you seem Ike?

No. Why would I?

Because... young people keep track
of each other through their phones.

Not how it works, Grandpa.

- Out.
- Look, I have to go.

Find him and impress upon
him it needs to be done.

Don't you love it when he visits?

Is that your lady love?

Uh, something like that.

Normally I frown upon personal
business on council time

but recently I've come to appreciate
the innocence of young love,

before it is lost forever...

in favour of things like
baby-proofing the house.

Young love doesn't stay
young for long, Arlo,

so my advice to you is go to her now.

Are you...

Are you seriously suggesting that I go?

Wait. Tell me that you've done it.

Mmm... Not as such.

Arlo, you promised.

Yeah, I haven't broken up with
someone before. It's not easy.

I told you, you can't be here with
me if you're still with Lindsay.

I'm not with her.

Well, technically, yes, I am

but that's only because I
haven't found the chance yet.

I don't want to be the
girl who fools around

with someone else's boyfriend.

- I know. And I will.
- Yeah.

And then there'll be
a stand-down period.

A what?

I also don't want to be the
girl who moves in on a guy

straight after he's
broken up with someone.

Right.

A week should do it.

Hey, Poppy, are you home?

- Uh, in my room. Out in a sec.
- No worries.

- You have to go.
- Yeah.

I'm gonna break up with Lindsay.

- I know it's really horrible.
- Yes, it is.

But I like you.

I like you too.

OK. Um, bye.

OK if I take these?

Yep.

Hey, Ike. It's George.
Same as last time.

When you get this,
could you call me, please?

- You got any idea where Ike is?
- Not my problem anymore.

- Hiya. Hi, Shay.
- Hi, Katie.

Your trousers, good as new.

- Really?
- Mm-hm.

Whatever you're thinking is wrong.

These had ink stains on them.

Pen in pocket. Pen leaks, pants stain.

Although, Katie reckoned she could
get it out and they're gone.

I bow to your genius.

I had no idea you two got so
wild when left alone together.

We do OK in that department too.

OK. That's me out.

You're not staying for dinner?

Siouxsie and I have dining plans

and now we have the ingredients
to make those dining plans.

OK. Dinner for four, then.

Only we have to go home.
Billy's got homework.

Actually, I won't be here for dinner.

I'm, um, uh, expected
up at the McNamaras.

Expected? That sounds formal.

Just something I gotta do.

With Lindsay? Why are
you still with her?

Why are you still here?

Good point. Evening, all.

See you.

So, dinner for three
and some exceptionally clean pants.

The problem with boys
not being boys anymore,

as they evolve into men,

is that the best of intentions
get easily subverted

by powers well beyond the teenage mind.

Hello?

Hi.

I thought it would be nice
if I cooked for you for a change.

Hope you don't mind.

Oh... Why would I mind?

'Cause you're the kitchen guy.

No, um... No, it looks lovely.

I hope the food's alright.

It looks great.

Just don't look in the kitchen, OK?

It'll ruin the illusion.

Dinner is served.

Hey. What time
did you get home last night?

Um, I don't know, but not late.

- OK.
- Yeah, uh, school.

- Yeah. Have a good day.
- Yep. Ta.

- Hey.
- Oh, hey.

Did you get up to much last night,

at the McNamaras with Lindsay?

Um, she made me dinner.

She can cook?

It was pretty good, actually, yeah.

Well, they say the way to a man's
soul is through his stomach.

- Isn't it his heart?
- Isn't that where the soul is?

- Hey, Billy.
- Poppy.

Excuse me, but I need to
borrow Arlo for a bit.

So?

- Lindsay?
- Well, obviously. How did it go?

Um... Not great, actually.

Oh, no. She was really upset?

Um...

It must have been horrible for you.

And her.

Yeah...

I should probably steer clear of
her for a while, just in case.

Yeah. Yeah, that'd probably be best.

I'm really proud of you.

Like father like son,

that's another idiom
that gets thrown around.

There is, in my book,
a world of difference between

where good intentions sometimes
cause more hurt than they should

and when the truth
is deliberately withheld

just so a man can get himself
out of the mess he has created.

Last night was fun.
We'll do it again soon?

You know if you just rock up
there'll be a table for you.

No, I honestly want to be able to say
to everyone

I've made a reservation
for dinner tonight.

Righto. Turner/Bell, party
for five. Duly noted.

Is there any specific reason
for this formal family dinner?

No... And yes. Just a feeling...

- Uh-huh.
- ..that the family morale

could be raised just a nudge,

particularly among
the younger generation.

Good luck with that.

Hey. Flat white, three sugars. Ta.

- Morning.
- Morning.

I've been trying to track Ike down.
Is he OK?

How do you mean?

Well, he hasn't been coming to work

and he hasn't been returning my calls.

Yeah? That's weird.

You haven't seen him?

Is this Ike?

He's up in the museum with Ngahuia
going through the archives.

Of course they are.

What are they doing?

Plotting, scheming, chasing angels.

What does that mean?

I don't want to know, George.

I really don't.

- Good day, George.
- Monty.

Is Ike inside?

He is, with the beautiful woman

that I am proud to
wait on hand and foot.

Well, she asked me to get
her a sandwich, so I did.

Good for you.

Better a slave for love that a fool
for it, don't you think, George?

Oh, I'll leave that distinction
to you, Monty.

George.

Ah, if we knew you were coming,

we would've got Monty to bring extra.

Don't be mean about Monty.

Would you like some?

I'm good, thanks.
Just here on a bit of a mission.

Oh, yeah, I got your messages.

Yeah, well, thanks for returning them.

Yeah, sorry.

Just, um, got a bit caught up here.

Tell Big Mac I'll crack
back into it as soon as.

I think Big Mac wants something

a little more definitive
than 'soon as'.

George, we are doing
something important here.

Well, Zac says you're chasing angels.
Doesn't seem too happy about it.

- Yeah, well, he wouldn't be.
- Oh.

'Anahera' means angel.

Anahera was the last of my kaitiahi
who came out to me in the water.

Kaitiahi, the spirits that came out
to you when you were lost?

That's the one.

Anyway, she came to me
in a dream last night.

I'm just trying to figure
out what she wanted.

Right.

Tell Big Mac that my boy will be
back at his desk tomorrow morning.

I will?

I'll leave you to it, then.

No, that name means nothing to me.

Billy, you're the
family history expert.

Nothing on Anahera in my database.

If she's someone from
Zac's side of things,

I never got on too well
with Zac's side of the family

after the whole Ngahuia thing.

Remember the day that Aunty
Noriha yelled at you

from across the street?

Yes, I do remember that.

- Sorry we're late.
- You're not.

Then apology retracted.

- Hi.
- Thanks, Poppy.

You're welcome.

Just to let you know, the
fish of the day is snapper

and Fiona reckons the
oysters are awesome.

- I'll leave you to it.
- Thanks.

So, to what do we owe the
pleasure of the CFD?

It's not a CFD,
a compulsory family dinner.

Oh, got it.

Just haven't really spent much time
together as a family recently.

The new, improved, bigger
and better family?

Yeah, exactly.

- G'day, George.
- Hey.

You found my missing editor yet?

He should be back on tomorrow,
according to Ngahuia.

But, uh, Monty probably knows
more than I do.

Ngahuia and I, we, uh... we
don't talk like other couples.

We communicate on other levels.

She was gonna be here but
she's on family business.

OK. Who's having what?

Is everything alright here?

Yeah, good. Good, thanks.

Actually, there is something
I want to talk to you about

while everyone's here.

- Um...
- I knew it.

Are we getting a little
brother or sister?

- No.
- No.

Just checking.

No, but it is, in a way, about...

One day...

Billy?

There are times, being a father,

where you feel you just can't
catch a break.

No matter what you do for your sons,

there's always someone
who knows better,

the correct path,

the one where you actually see
what is going on under your nose

before it takes
that unforeseen turn of events.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah. I just...

I just felt weird for
a while, that's all.

What kind of weird?

I don't know.

Can we go home?

I should call Dr Michaels.

I just want to go home.

OK. You go and hop in the car.

Feel better in the morning.

I'm sorry about all this.

These things happen.

Do they? Has this
happened to Billy before?

Yes, actually. When he was little
and Zac and I were breaking up.

The doctor said it was stress-related.

- Right.
- I'll call the doctor in the morning.

Probably for the best.

I'm sure it's not to do with you guys.

Probably your fettucine.

There's nothing wrong with my fettucine.

So, Billy's been OK at school, then?

What, you mean has he
face-plated into his sandwich

at school recently?

No, not that I've noticed.

What about in general?
Has he said anything?

Uh, about what?

Well, about how he's feeling. Does
he seem stressed out about anything?

I don't know. Billy's kind of
always stressed out about things.

And also not stressed out. It's
a kind of weird skill he has.

Has he said anything
about me and Katie?

Why would that stress him out?

Well, I'm just trying to find out
if he's OK, that's all.

Except for passing out in the
middle of your stirring speech?

Has he mentioned anything to you?

Look, to be honest, I haven't
really talked to him recently.

I've kind of been busy elsewhere.

But you're like his big brother.

It's all Arlo's fault for being a
bad role model, off chasing skanks.

Uh, shouldn't you be taking your
toilet paper and departing?

I'm pretty sure if Billy
goes face-down in his food,

it's not because of
mummy-and-daddy issues.

If you're stressed about something...

Look, this isn't like with you and dad.

You're not just saying that?

I swear, it has nothing to do with you.

I want you to be able to talk to me.

Yeah. I will.

OK.

Goodnight, sweetheart.

OK, this has to stop.

Oh, sorry, mate. Did I wake you?

Not really.

I thought I'd get an early start.

- On what?
- Well, whatever needs doing.

Which is still a lot, even
after all this time.

Surf no good?

Oh, come on, that's a bit harsh.

If it wasn't actually
true, I'd be offended.

If you want me to take off, you
know, leave the job half done,

let you get back to
your little lie-in...

It wasn't a lie-in.

Oh, bugger, it was.

- Arlo!
- Sorry. Sorry, I know.

- I slept in and I missed the bus.
- Oh, I'll give you a ride.

Oh, well, good thing I
was here, then, eh?

Mmm, I'm not sure about this.

It's OK, Mum. I want to be at school.

OK. But if you feel woozy,
you come and find me.

- I'm teaching history in D block.
- I won't need to do that.

OK.

- Katie.
- Hi. What are you...

I'm just signing Arlo in.

- Oh.
- Hey.

How's Billy today?

Weirdly determined to be here.

Normally he'd been milking it
for all the days off he could get.

Well, you know, he might
be worried about us.

So maybe I should talk to him.

Let me get back to you on it.

OK.

- Oi.
- Hey, you're at school.

- I thought...
- Choose one.

Do it today.

- Lindsay and Poppy?
- Bingo.

Sorry, how do you know?

Because every time I turn around,
see you with one of them,

moving from one to the other.

I thought you were better than that.

Hey, look, Poppy thinks
I've broken up with Lindsay, yeah?

And Lindsay thinks that
the Poppy thing is in the past...

Meanwhile, I know everything
and I can't deal with the stress.

Oh, well, then, how do you think
I feel? I hate this.

Then do something about it.

It's not as easy as that...

Look, dump one of them.
I don't care which one.

If I pass out in my food one more time,

Mum's going to send
me to a brain doctor.

I'm the reason that happened?

Yes, Arlo, you are.

And until you fix it,
I can't be near you.

Welcome to the town
formerly known as Weld

but from now on to be known as
the People's Republic of the Weld.

We are no longer part of New Zealand
or any other sovereign state.

Hey, so do you reckon, if
Weld is gonna be a republic,

does it mean that the law
doesn't really apply to us?

I have no idea what it means.

Oh, great. He's actually here working.

Right, what have you got? Show me.

I'm almost there.

And then the new Weld
order can be proclaimed.

For whatever reason.

All will be revealed,
George, as I keep saying.

How's that stepson of yours after
he craned down into his food?

- Uh, Billy's not really my stepson.
- As near as, dammit.

Oh, usually, my little bro only
faints when he gets stressed.

What's a kid that age
got to be stressed about?

I might just work at home today.

The process of boys
ceasing to be boys is, I think,

defined by the acquisition
of a moral compass,

a voice that tells you it is time
to take your life in your hands

and do what you know to be right...

For god's sake, man up.

...even when there's another voice

whispering just loud enough
to be heard...

Hey.

...that this will inevitably
lead to disaster.

So, Grandpa's going to
Stafford again this weekend.

Want to stay at the mansion again?

No, I don't think it's very good idea.

Why not?

OK, um, look, Lindsay,

I've been thinking...

Unfortunately, you and me...

Oh, you are kidding me.

Are you breaking up with me?
Is that what this is about?

Well, yeah, look, OK, you need to
know that this is not about you...

- Seriously?
- What?

You're leaving with
'it's not you it's me'?

I'm sorry. I'm... I'm not really
experienced in this sort of thing.

Which is why you should forget it, Arlo,

and know that you're
onto a good thing here.

You and me, we work.

I'm sorry. I... I don't think we do.

We try and then we try
some more but I just...

I can't see us working.

Not for real. Not over time.

Which is why I think
it's best we end it now.

I'm sorry. And you're
a really good person.

Hey.

- Ike's back at work.
- As I said he would be.

Yeah, but for how long

before you start putting
ideas in his head again?

I didn't put anything in his head.

You're leading him up the garden path.

- Oh, for god's sake...
- Sorry to interrupt.

- I'll leave you to it.
- About laying ghosts to rest.

You'd know about that,
wouldn't you, George?

Yeah, but what if she's
not at rest, though?

Is this about Anahera?

You know, the angel that
Ike's been dreaming about?

They're not dreams. They're visitations.

- Oh, right.
- That's OK, George.

You don't have to try and
get your head around it.

No, no. No, I'm interested.

OK, well, I'll give you
the abridged version.

Um, we're talking way
back in the 1900s.

Anahera was married to
one of our ancestors.

- A big chief down the coast.
- Who was not a very nice man.

He had jealousy issues, OK?

And yep, he accused
Anahera of betraying him,

he chased her into the bush

and forbade anyone from
ever speaking of her again.

- So why are we now?
- Because she was innocent.

Well, isn't it good to have interest
in your ancestry, your history...

Yeah, it's not quite like that, George.

What it's like is, she's got
my son on the road to nowhere,

digging all this up again.

I didn't start this!

You did, when you took my son
on your damn boat in that storm!

It might not be my place
to say this but...

is this all worth it?

Oh, this is nothing, George.

Don't you just love a big happy family?

Mmm.

Busy day?

Eh, that's you jumping
to conclusions, mate.

- It opens.
- Yeah!

And so does the formerly
dodgy window in Arlo's room.

- Thanks for that.
- No worries.

- Not that he's here much these days.
- Yeah.

He's gonna be a McNamara
before you know it.

And when he is here,
he's skulking about.

You know, Billy's fainting in his food.

Do you think the kids are too old

to be worried that their parents
are getting together?

No, I reckon kids can adapt to new
living arrangements at any age.

Look at me, Trace and Pops.

Yeah, well, Poppy has handled it
exceptionally well.

And it helps that she's awesome.
She's smart, intelligent.

She's decent.

I think she's basically the
best human being in the world.

Well, that's 'cause she's got
incredible people looking after her.

Who?

Well, you and Tracey.

Oh, yeah. Yes. Thank you.

Yeah, we're doing the best we can.

And I know I'm not suddenly an expert

but if you need any advice, mate...

I just hope Billy doesn't think

that I'm gonna take his mother
away from him, that's all.

Yeah.

The thing is,
the last time this happened,

it was because his world was
changing, when Zac and I broke up.

- And is it changing now?
- With George and I, yeah.

But surely that's change for the better.

For me, yes.

For Billy... I don't know what goes
on in his mind at the best of times.

I did it. I broke up with Lindsay.

What I should've done ages ago.

How did she take it?

Not as bad as I thought she would.

I mean, it wasn't great.

She was a lot calmer than I expected.

So, calm as in before the storm?

Well, I mean, I still
have all my limbs intact,

so I'm ahead of the game.

What about Poppy?

Well, Lindsay doesn't know about Poppy.

She's never seen us together.

Lindsay doesn't really have to see
in order to know.

It's kind of like her seventh sense.

- So, what's her sixth sense?
- Vengeance.

Look, you'll sort it out, mate,

because you and Katie,
you work, you know.

Yeah, it feels like we do.

Come here, you.

- OK. Why?
- Because I owe you, mate.

If you hadn't taken me to Oz to see
Mary, I never would have met Poppy.

Like I said at the time,
that wasn't my idea.

No, you take credit for that,
George. You're a good mate.

Excuse me.

Oh...

Hang on a sec.

Hello.

George, there's been a bit
of a problem at the school.

- G'day, babe.
- You need to come to the school. Now.

- What happened?
- What's happened?

Oi. You.

Hey, Lindsay.

You're gonna say you don't know
anything about it, aren't you?

About what?

Arlo just dumped me.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Ah, no, you're not. It's because of you.

Why else would he just suddenly do this?

Everything's been fine. We've
been having an amazing time.

- And then, today...
- Sorry, today?

Do you not, like, understand
time in Australia?

- You slag.
- Oooh!

You need to talk to Arlo, not me.

I'm so done with his crap. Screw him.

I guess you're done with that too.

Oh!

Oh!

Ugh!

Come on, slag!

Oh, no. No, no, no.

Whoa, whoa. Just stop!

- Oh...
- Argh...

Stop!

Enough!

Everyone involved, my office, now!

Uh...

before we go any further,
can I just say, um...

I can't help but somehow
feel that this is my fault.

Be that as it may, having listened
to what everyone has said,

it seems you were attempting
to break up the fight.

Is that so?

- That's what he said he was doing.
- He's a troublemaker...

The fight's between Lindsay and Poppy,

at a school where there is a zero
tolerance policy towards violence.

As such, both Lindsay and Poppy will
be suspended until further notice...

What? Poppy was trying
to defend herself.

The policy is the policy.

You know what, this
time I'm not kidding.

Boarding school, preferably one

where will lock you up till you're 30.

Don't be angry at Tracey.
She's just trying to do her job.

I don't know much about principalling

but this doesn't seem right to me.

No, Mum, um, I'm fine.

It was all about Arlo being a dirty rat

and I couldn't handle the pressure.

- And nothing else?
- Like what?

Nothing.

Eh? Who knew that Arlo
Turner was a player?

I brought you
to see how a community constable

deals with the community,
not for your amusement.

Still pretty funny, though.

We laugh on the inside, Hannah.

Look, it was just one of those things

where I was trying not to hurt

anyone's feelings. I just...

I kept making it worse.

I mean, you know that's like, right?

Don't you have work experience
to get to?

Well, yeah.

Well, then, we'll talk about this
tonight. At home.

Play it again.

Oh, my god. This is too good.

OK. Pause it.

The bit where Arlo gets
his face smooshed.

Did he get suspended?

No, just his ladies.

The inherent sexism of the
system strikes again.

I am so going to enjoy this for
a long, long time.

Hey, just so you know, I, um...

I complained to the usual suspects

and asked them to take the videos down.

Of course, it was online.

Thanks for doing that.

Sorry about Arlo.

More of a lover than a fighter, eh?

Too soon, Ike.

OK. Roger that.

I'm just gonna get some fresh air.

Hell hath no fury, eh?

There you were, your little
face stuck between two of them.

I respect and admire you, young
sir, even as I fear for your life.

You know what I really don't get?

No, Dad, I don't.

Why didn't you come to me with this
Arlo stuff when it was happening?

Because there's stuff
you just don't tell your dad.

Like that sort of stuff.

- Yeah, but why not?
- Because it's private.

I would've done something, Poppy.

Exactly.

But it's over now,
so it doesn't matter, does it?

Poppy...

Don't bother. It's crap.

That's a harsh judgement, mate.

- Be my guest.
- Oh, no, I'm not doubting you.

It's just a question of the language.

Hey, how's that boy of yours?

Not currently my favourite person,
to be honest.

To be honest, that's
some pretty good words.

It's a pity he wasn't
exactly honest with my girl

when he had two birds on the go, eh?

Yeah, look, it's not ideal
what happened but...

I'm sure he never meant it
to work out that way.

What, the way where Poppy gets
suspended for defending herself

and the ratbag who started it all
just gets to walk away Scot-free?

Oh, well, good for him, I guess.

Yeah, well, speak to Tracey about that.

That'd be right. Nothing
to do with the Turners.

- Like father like son.
- Sorry?

Well, you are a bit of
a ladies' man, George.

I don't know, maybe...

Maybe the pineapple don't
fall too far from the tree.

Pineapples don't grow on trees.

Yeah, but you know what I mean, though.

- Yeah, loud and clear, Woody.
- Righto, then.

Yeah, whatever.

One of the major obstacles
in the father-son relationship

is that it involves two males

and males are not good
at communicating with other males

when there is pride on the line...

coupled with the threat that
actual emotion might be involved.

Men are good at silence.

I'm going to book club.

Women, thankfully, are good at talking.

And the great thing is, when women
talk, things start to happen.

How was the book club?

I need to tell you something.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- How was book club?
- Guess what we talked about.

- Not the book?
- No, never the book. You know that.

My son?

Today was the worst day
of my teaching career,

ever.

But I had to do what I had to do.

And I know Arlo was a dick

and Lindsay is psycho
at the best of times...

...but I had to follow the rules.

- You. We talked about you.
- Right.

It was mainly good, as long as you
get that we always think that women

do a better job at everything.

- Even being fathers?
- Mmm. Even then.

But you do alright.

Thanks.

And I don't want you
to be angry at me...

because...

I think you are the best new dad
a teenager could ever want.

You know that, right?

Right?

Sorry. Sorry, just checking to see
if you'd stopped talking.

- I have.
- Alright.

No, I do now, babe.

You need to know something.

I know you've been at book club.

Look, I get that you are worried.

But if you don't let
Ike follow this thing then...

it will hang over
his life like a shadow.

I hope you didn't drive here
in that state.

No way. No... Me and the girls,
we have a taxi driver now.

- Evening, Zac.
- Monty.

Uh, sorry to interrupt.

As much as I love driving a carload
of opinionated women around,

I do have to work in the morning, so...

Just keep an open mind, Zac.

He's your boy.

Hello?

Mum?

- Woody, it doesn't really matter.
- Yeah, but it kind of does, babe.

But it's just a surf report.

Blind Bob is never wrong, OK?

If he says it's gonna be blown out,
babe, it's gonna be blown out.

Yeah, but you don't need to
go surfing to talk to George.

I can't just rock up to his house
for no reason and say,

"Oh, sorry, George,
for the harsh words yesterday."

No, we need to go surfing first.

Not really.

Trace, it's a guy thing.

I probably wouldn't try
and understand it if I was you.

OK. Whatever you say.

See you.

- Oh, g'day, Pops.
- Hey.

Hey, um, do you want to hang out
a little bit later today?

Aren't I supposed to stay home and
contemplate the error of my ways?

Oh, yeah, that. Right.

We just won't tell anyone.

- Woody!
- I'm joking, babe.

I'm not joking. See you later.

See youse.

OK, dropping whatever hats we wear,
schoolteacher hat, step-family,

whatever-we-are hats,
can I say something?

OK.

I'm really proud of you.

The way you're navigating

being dropped into the
social jungle of Weld...

By being suspended from school?

By standing up to Lindsay McNamara.

A couple of days at home,
you'll go back a legend.

The girl who broke up her and Arlo?

Mmm, I'm sure that will sort
itself out in the fullness of time.

- Morning.
- Good morning.

How are you feeling?

Slightly less than ideal.

Yeah, book club will do that to you.

I do appreciate
the spontaneous visit, though.

Hey. You need a lift?

Uh, no. Thanks. I can get the bus.

Hey, um, I'm sorry about yesterday.

For you, you know, ending up
in the middle of everything.

My advice to you, one
girlfriend at a time.

Yep. I got that much. Thanks.

OK. I'll call you later.

- Or you call me.
- Yeah.

I'm certain one of those things
will happen.

Well, you're being very mature
about this.

I was half expecting you
not to want to go to school today.

Yeah, well, um... bit late now.
No choice but to deal with it.

Yeah, well, in my experience,
that's how it works.

Hey, and if you're worried about the
whole Katie, blended family thing,

don't be.

You guys are great. And
everyone's cool with it.

Thanks.

Just, um, keep it down at night, eh,

because some of us have
school in the morning.

Hey.

Was that Mum and Monty
I heard last night?

Yeah. Social visit.

She might not be too flash today.

Ike, sometimes, son, a
dream is just a dream.

Is that really what you believe,
do you?

Have you been in touch with the
art school to confirm your place?

Oh, man.

This time last year, it was
Shay Turner holding you back.

Are you really gonna
make another excuse?

You wanna get stuck in Weld forever?

Have a good day, Dad.

What are you doing here?

Um, call it a show of solidarity.

If you can't go to school,
neither will I.

OK. That's just stupid.

Also, I wanted to say I'm sorry.

Can I come in?

No. And I don't need
your apology either.

In fact, go away.

But I did everything you wanted.
I broke up with Lindsay.

Yeah, after letting me
think you did it ages ago.

OK, yes, and that is one of the things

that I wanted to apologise for.

So if you just let me in,
then I can explain.

Yeah, I'm sure you can, but too late.

I was an idiot once. I'm
not going there again.

Bye, Arlo.

Siouxsie?

These weren't here when I left.

No, but neither was she.

Hi, Shay.

Uh...

Her dad's being a total prick this time.

Boarding school isn't
just a threat anymore.

And?

And no way am I going to
some fascist training school.

So?

She's family, so it's my duty to
protect her... from my family.

Sorry.

He seems fine now,
back to his usual Billy self.

So it was all because Arlo
was playing at being Romeo?

He's like his mum when it comes to
being useless with secrets.

You weren't seriously worried

that Billy was freaking out
about you and George, were you?

It crossed my mind. Yeah. His too.

Yeah, but George worries
about everything.

It's kind of his thing.

And you guys, you're great together.

I'm so crap with men.
Something's bound to go wrong.

Ike.

Big Mac signed off on the video

and there is peace all over the land.

I'm not so sure about that.

Sorry. Katie came around last night.

Oh, right.

That book club, hey.

Have you sorted out things
with your dad?

- No, not really.
- I still don't fully understand it.

This is about his ancestor,

the chief... who chased
Anahera into the bush

about 100 years ago, right?

Well, it's more about
my Great Uncle Hemi,

who went up to Pukekohe
about five years ago,

near where you guys were camping.

Never came back.

- He got lost?
- Maybe.

Um...

yeah, when they found him, they
said it was natural causes,

so maybe he got lost, maybe he got cold.

Maybe it was the two bottles
of whisky he took with him.

Well, maybe Zac's right
to be concerned.

I was given my life back
so that I can do this thing.

- Which is what, exactly?
- To find her.

To find Anahera and where she
lies and bring her home,

to lie with her people in peace.

And how are you gonna find her?

I just have to wait
for the next message.

And you're just gonna know this sign
when it comes along, are you?

Yeah, for sure, George.

I'm not taking for granted that
I'm temporarily with a lovely guy.

I understand that at any moment
it could change.

- Because life's like that...
- Katie, where did you get this?

Oh, Billy found it
when we went camping.

He's convinced it's moa bone.

I'm thinking maybe deer, but I
haven't got the heart to tell him.

I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure...

I think this is human.

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Few things hurt like
a broken friendship.

- Away you go, I'm leaving.
- No, 'cause I said I was leaving first.

- I'm walking away.
- I'm walking away faster, mate.

But this town isn't about to let
this friendship come to an end.

- This is for your own good.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?

Welcome to the
'reconciliation room' boys.

I'm not letting you out
until you reconcile.

Will desperate measures save
Australia's greatest bromance?

- Grab it, grab!
- I am grabbing it *.

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