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Penny: Grace, I've just seen your
father. Did you know he was coming back?

Phil: We're grandparents now,
remember?

- I can't believe he just rocked up after, like, what, four years?
- Five.

Listen, I know this is tough for
you, but could you meet me halfway?

Would you come
to Walt's birthday party?

They got busted fishing inside the
reserve. All they got was a piss-weak fine.

We've got your kayak, ya prick!

- I'll call his parents, get them to come and pick him up.
- No, no, no, please don't.

He can spend the night here.

(Birds call)

(Soft, uneasy music)

(Music continues)

Ollie, get up. Get up.

- What?
- What the fuck's wrong with you?

What's happening?

Your mother's had too much to
drink — that's what's happening.

- Sit down. Sit down. Ok, now, what did he do to you?
- Nothing.

- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- I saw you. I fucking saw you. How could you?

- Mum, stop.
- What's going on?

- He was in bed with Ollie.
- He was touching him.

- Oh, fuck this. I'm outta here.
- You were— don't you— don't you walk away from me.

- No, no, no, no, no.
- Fucking sick in the head.

Don't you fucking walk away
from me. (Indistinct chatter)

Phil, answer me. Don't do this. Phil!

Phil!

Look at me! (Chatter dies down)

What the fuck were
you doing up there?

He was naked, you sick fuck.

(Soft, uneasy music)

(High-pitched ringing)

- Whose are these?
- What? - These.

- They're mine.
- No, they're not. They're a boy's size 12 to 14.

- Well, I've been wearing them.
- You'd never fit these.

Where'd you get them?

- You're saying I can't get into those?
- Yes. They're way too small.

(Clinking)

(Glove rustles)

You're kidding.

(Hums jovially)

(Laughs)

Laughs: Oh...

Oh god. Take them off
before you rupture something.

Where—? Oh no.
Where on earth did you get them?

I don't know. They probably
got mixed up on the beach.

I probably picked up some kid's,
and some kid's picked up my pants.

- (Chuckles) You're a dick.
- Throw them in the bin.

(High-pitched ringing)

(Tune-yards' 'Jamaican')

♪ Crazy days of crumpets
in a crazy raisin rhyme.

♪ Sell it for a nickel
when you buy it for a dime.

♪ Underneath the water
is a crackle and a line.

♪ Lay upon your belly
like a stone along your spine.

♪ I see you.

♪ I see you.

♪ Oh, yes I do.

♪ I see you.

♪ I see you.

♪ Ooh, she's not Jamaican.

♪ See, I told you so.

♪ She's all white; She's not black.

♪ She doesn't have any soul.

♪ Get soul. ♪

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- bro.
- Settle down, lads.

Like, I'm into the funny stuff —
you know what I'm saying?

Bro, give it, like, a— give
it actually, like, a good try.

- No, no. The anime isn't that good, bro.
- Bro, it is.

- How do you fucking know, bro?
- (Students argue, chatter loudly)

- Settle down!
- Miss said shush.

Thank you. (Students laugh)

Ok, phytoplankton — these guys here,
right — they're single-cell microorganisms,

and they perform photosynthesis,
which creates, as you know, oxygen.

But what you might not know is they are also
one of the biggest (Cell phone vibrates)

Producers of oxygen on
the planet, which is good.

Also, they absorb vast amounts of carbon,
ok, and they take that from the air,

and then they store it on the ocean
floor in the form of plankton food.

(Student laughs,
muffled speech continues)

Ok, now the question that we're
gonna be looking at today is

micro plastics, which are
little tiny particles of plastic.

What happens when they get
into the life cycle of plankton?

- Sir.
- Yeah.

- How do plankton have, um, sex?
- (Students laugh)

Yeah, plankton don't really
have what you call boy-girl sex.

- Just like you, eh, Josh?
- (Students laugh)

Nathan. Cut it out.

Uh, follow me,
and we're gonna go downstairs.

I wanna show you something that, um,
not a lot of people get to see, actually.

Ok, now— sorry, guys, just squeezing
through. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Now, ms wilding, if you could be so kind to assist
me by giving that container a little gentle sit.

- Yeah, that's it. There we go.
- Hey, sick. - That's so cool.

- Chuckles: Oh wow.
- Beautiful. - It's amazing.

Bioluminescence.

Yeah, so what you're seeing there
is thousands of dinoflagellate plankton

that emit light
when they're disturbed.

It's just a simple chemical reaction
that they use to ward off predators.

- Yeah, it's a pretty cool party trick, I guess.
- Yeah.

Hey, pen, do you wanna come to
the film festival with me tomorrow?

Bridge is up in Auckland. I just hate going by myself.
- I go by myself all the time.

- Yeah, I know, but it's more fun with someone else, right?
- Oh, that's debatable.

- Stop being greedy.
- (Students chatter)

Oh, you've had it for ages.

- Give it here, you gay spaz.
- Hey!

- Don't use that word.
- Well, which one? - Both. Neither.

- You, apologise to him.
- Nah.

- It's all good.
- No, it's not, and you need to stand up for yourself.

- Go on. You get out.
- It was a joke. Get over it.

- I said get out, you little cunt.
- Whoa. - Go on.

Out.

(Students chatter, door slams)

Get in the Van and
don't move till we come out.

- I need a piss.
- Now.

(Orchestral string music)

Kahu, get the door.

Why weren't you at
the marine centre today?

- Was that today?
- Yeah.

Is your mum in? I need to talk to her.
- Well, I got the essay in.

I know. Gonna invite me in?

Yeah. Take your shoes off.

Mum.

Penny's here.

(Television plays indistinctly)

Hey, pen.

I didn't wanna intrude.

- Oof. You never needed an invite, eh?
- I know. I know, I know.

(Sighs)

- How's things? How's your big girl?
- No, everything's good, yeah.

- Kiriana's good?
- Yep. Yep.

- Three kids.
- You're kidding. - No.

- What?
- I know.

What about grace and her bubba?
- Yeah, she's good. She's good. She's good.

Walt's amazing.
I'm loving being a Nana. You know?

Oh, I know. It's almost
worth having kids, right?

- Nice.
- Son, turn that off.

Get your homework and go upstairs.

If I leave the room,
are you gonna talk about me?

Penny is my friend. She is here to
see me. It is none of your business.

- Don't see any science there, kahu.
- Whatever. - You be quiet.

- Why does he think you want to talk about him?
- Got no idea.

How's he doing at school?

Uh, yeah, he's doing ok.

Yeah, well, 'ok' will not
get him into law school.

Law? Well, makes sense, I guess.
He's a relentless arguer, like his mother.

So, if you're not here for kahu,
why are you here?

Phil's back, and he's
living at mum's place with grace.

Yeah, I knew it'd be
something like that.

Sorry, nix, but he's back. And
he's reaching at Wakefield, and I...

- I wanna warn them.
- Seriously?

You're gonna go down
that same rabbit hole?

That's why I came here;
I wanted to know what you'd do.

- Did you go and see that counsellor?
- No.

See? That's the problem, pen.

You ask my advice,
and then you never take it.

(Both sigh)

(Students chatter)

What sort of woman uses language
like that, let alone a teacher?

Ms wilding?

Nathan, um...

What I did yesterday was completely inappropriate,
and you have every right to be upset.

- I'm not upset.
- He felt threatened and unsafe.

Out of interest, would you have felt threatened
and unsafe if Josh had called you that?

- Who is Josh?
- He's a gay spaz.

Right, Nathan?

Well, that's what Nathan
called him before I lost my rag.

We are not here to talk about
some name-calling with another kid.

You called my son the 'c' word.
There have to be consequences.

Yes, absolutely there do. So would
it help if you swore at me, Nathan?

- You mean call you what you called me?
- Yeah, or something similar.

Oh my god. You want my son
to stoop to your level?

Well, it's not really stooping that
far from calling someone a gay spaz.

Ok, fine. Well, I've got some names for
you. You are pathetic. You are immature.

- You are inappropriate.
- It's not even swearing, mum. - Shut up, Nathan.

Private word, please?

(Sighs)

Ok, free shot.

Come on, before they come back.

- Whispers: Cunt.
- Pardon?

- Cunt.
- Anything else?

Sorry I told mum.

It's ok. You did the right thing.

- So we all good?
- Yep.

- (Clears throat)
- Nathan, you can go.

- That's an official warning.
- Fair enough.

What were you thinking?

Did you know that Phil MacKenzie was teaching at
Wakefield college? Did you write him a reference?

- What has that got to do with this?
- Did you even warn the school? - I... no. No.

I'm not gonna discuss this with you.
- You didn't. You didn't warn them, did you?

Jesus, ru.

You cried at the beginning. You
cried all the way through the movie,

and then you cried all
the way through the credits.

- I know. Every time I see that film, it just gets me.
- You're still crying now.

- Yes, I am. It's sad.
- It's a sad movie.

- Oh, you are such a sook.
- Oh man. (Cell phone rings)

- You're a real sook.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- Hey.
- Oh, hi. Hey, how was the movie?

- Lame.
- It was sad.

- Did my husband cry?
- Yep. - Yeah.

- Simon cries at insurance ads.
- Well, yeah, if it's got a dog in it, I'll cry. Sure.

You need to show Walt who the best grandparent
is. You need to get him a kick-arse present.

It needs to be loud;
It needs to be plastic.

- No, not plastic.
- Yes, plastic. And sugar. - Mm-hm.

- You need to get him something full of sugar and full of food colouring.
- Mm-hm.

Do not turn up with an educational
toy and carrot sticks. Ok? I'm serious.

I... (Sighs) Wear a suit of arm our, if you
need to; Just make sure that you're there.

- Ok, thanks, bridge.
- Ok, bridge.

(Speaks indistinctly)

(Laughs)

Ok, come on, so that is what you want people
to think, but inside, you're just a softie.

No, no, no. I'm an antisocial, cynical, grumpy
old bitch, and my favourite movie is terminator2.

- Well, that's a good movie.
- Yeah, well, it made you cry, though, didn't it?

- Of course. It definitely did.
- (Both chuckle)

- Oh, hey, listen, this— this birthday thing...
- Yeah.

I know that Bridget's making it
look easy, but I know it's not, so...

- Wish I could be there for ya.
- Thanks.

- Night.
- Night.

(Gentle music)

(Music continues)

- Walt: Nana!
- Hello, hello!

I am not Nana.

- I'm pirate penny!
- (Giggles)

And who's this?

- Who's this?
- (Squeals)

- Happy birthday, waltie.
- This is crockie, especially for you!

And guess what — these are...

Pirate...

Treasures.

You wanna choose one?

- Yummy, yummy, yum, yum, yum.
- Oh my goodness.

Well, I thought I'd dress
for the occasion. You know?

- What are these?
- You can never have too much sugar at a kid's birthday, grace.

- Hi, penny.
- Oh, Kate.

Let me see him.

- Oh...
- This is Eli.

Hello!

- Oh, he looks just like Tom.
- Yeah, you reckon? - Mm-hm.

Hi, penny.

Hi, Phil.

- Nobody told me it was fancy dress.
- Well... just call me pirate penny.

Cup of tea, pirate penny?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, that'd be good.

(Eli coos)

- (Children's music plays)
- 85.

90.

95.

100.

(Children's music continues)

(Chuckles)

I like your hat.

Oh...

(Chuckles)

- I like your gin.
- Mm.

(Children's music continues)

Coming!

Ready or not.

Here I come.

Where are you?

Are...

You...

In...

Mummy's room?

(Exhales)

Is he...

Is he under the bed?

No.

(Muffled giggle in cupboard)
(Gasps)

I hear a little mouse.

(Gasps)

- Aah!
- Aah! Boo!

- (Laughs)
- (Siren whoops outside)

- Police. Tom's here.
- No!

No! Run! (Siren whoops)

Come on, then.

It's so cool.

Yeah, it's kinda cool, man.

Ok, now you come over and
let uncle Tom drive. (Grunts)

All right. There we are.

Ooh... we're gonna go
catch some criminals.

Should I go and
get Walt's car seat?

Oh, nah, it's all good. I'm just gonna
crawl along. I don't have much time, so...

But, Tom, that's breaking the law,
isn't it?

- Mum, it's fine. He's a cop.
- Just get in the car.

- Are you ready?
- All righty.

Where will we go?

(Engine starts)

I just don't think it's appropriate
Walt's sitting on his lap.

Appropriate?

Yeah.

- Look, are we gonna go or...?
- I just think given the circumstan— - get out.

- What?
- Get out!

- No. - Get...
- Grace.

- Get out of the car!
- No.

- Get out!
- Grace!

Get... get out!

Drive!

Are you all right, penny?

(Low, uneasy music)

(High-pitched ringing)

(Soft piano music)

Pen.

- Are you sure he wasn't just—?
- It was sexual. It was.

- You gotta believe me.
- I do. I do believe you. - Good.

Cos no one else at
that fucking party did.

Um, just— I'll go and help Simon.

Ollie's parents
are on the way over.

They want an explanation as to
what the hell went on last night.

- What are you gonna tell them?
- The truth.

- That you had too much to drink.
- (Scoffs)

That you said some insane things.

Did you not stop for a moment to think about
how much you were humiliating that boy?

Don't you fucking
put this back on me.

I'm not putting
anything back on you.

But if you really believe

that comforting

a drunken,

disorientated teenager...

If you really think
that's child abuse,

then there's something
fucking wrong with you.

- No, no, no. I didn't see comfort.
- That wasn't comfort.

And why the fuck didn't you come and get
me before getting into bed with that kid?

Because you wanted fuck all to do
with it. 'Let him choke on his own vomit.'

that's what you said.

Were you—? Were you on drugs?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

No, I'm serious. Were you—? Did you
take some drugs last night or something?

- No! No. No.
- Ok, well, I am really struggling here.

I am struggling to know where
the fuck this has all come from.

Do you wanna know where this is
coming from?

This is coming from all those boys coming round to
our house day and night, the surfing fucking holidays,

the driving lessons, the basketball fucking trips.
And those underpants, they weren't yours, were they?

They weren't yours. You made that shit up.
- Jesus, listen to yourself.

This is fucking madness.

You just can't take responsibility. You can't admit when you're wrong.
- No, no, no, no.No.

- This is what you do every time.
- You just dig and you dig...

- You patronise me, and you belittle me...
- And you dig yourself deeper

and you lie to me, and you blame me,
and you— - ...And deeper into a fucking hole.

And you will dig until you
take us all down with you!

So here's what we're gonna do —

we're gonna go to your mother's, we're gonna pick
up our daughter, and we're gonna come back here,

and you're gonna start making phone
calls to the friends — our friends —

that's if we have any
fucking friends left —

and you're gonna apologise for
the shite that you said last night.

That's what we're gonna do.

(Sighs)

(Bike clatters)

- (Sighs)
- Oh, penny...

I was about to pop over.

- Uh, a bit busy, Graham.
- Yeah, but do you know there's a wasps' nest in your pergola?

- Is there?
- Happy to help if you'd like me to take a look.

Sorry, not at the moment, Graham.

(Door creaks, wasps buzz)

(Pop!)

Softly: Oh!

(Exhales heavily)

(Glass clinks on counter)

(Knife clatters)

Oh fuck.

(Liquid spills) Oh fuck!

Fuck.

Fuck.

Arsehole.

(Wind chimes tinkle, wasps buzz)

(Cell phone vibrates)

(Chuckles softly) (Buzzing)

(Thump!)

(Students chatter)

Hey, can I help you?

Oh, yeah, I'm here
to see the principal.

- Oh, you just missed her.
- She's gone down to the pool.

- Uh... where's that?
- Out to the left, past the gym. Did you make an appointment?

(Students chatter)

Ms Reid?

Hi. Sorry to bother you.
Can I have a quick word?

If it's about your child, you need to
make an appointment at the school office.

- No, it's not. It's about a teacher.
- It's important.

- Which one?
- Phil MacKenzie.

You, uh... are you aware of
the allegations against him?

- I'm sorry, who are you?
- Ex-colleague.

His police check is clean or
we couldn't have employed him.

Yeah, I know,
but that's not the point.

Listen, what— what he does is he—
he sucks kids in.

He makes them feel special. He takes them surfing,
takes them on all sorts of extracurricular stuff.

Cut to the chase.

Five years ago, I caught him in bed with
a boy. Kid wouldn't admit what had happened.

So I went to the police. It was my word against his;
Same with the teachers' council. It went nowhere.

Yeah, so, effectively,
he's innocent.

Yeah. Yeah. But no.

I know who you are, ms wilding.

This is completely inappropriate.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm swimming.

(Seagulls caw)

(Seagulls squawk loudly)

(Bike brakes squeak)

(Plane soars overhead)

(Fence rattles)

(Cell phone rings)

- Hi, grace.
- Hi.

Uh...

I was gonna call you.

I've got some lasagne for you.

My freezer's busted. I'm gonna
have to throw a whole lot out.

- We need to talk a whole about what happened at Walt's party, mum.
- Sure. Yep.

Well, it's not safe for Walt
if you can't control yourself.

Well, you're the one
who lashed out, grace.

Well, yeah, I made a mistake thinking I
could trust you to be in the same space as dad.

- Right? We're gonna have to put some boundaries into place.
- Ok. Fine.

So... what, he— he won't be there when
I drop Walt home from daycare, right?

Well, we might have
to rethink that arrangement.

Mum?

I can't change my schedule, grace.

Well... (Sighs) We all just
have to make a bit of an effort. K?

(Sign flutters)

(Grunts)

(Grunts)

Aah! (Pants)

(Windscreen wiper clatters)

(Soft piano music)

(Sniffs)

- Gidday, reg. Is, um... is grace in?
- Um, nah. I'm babysitting. Phil's out too.

- Oh, right.
- Um, I've just got some lasagne for—

- oh, nice. Come in.
- Uh, no, I was j...

Ok.

I'll just, uh, Chuck these
in the fridge, eh?

- Oh, did you make that?
- Yeah. Do you want some?

- You wouldn't mind?
- No, of course not. Just Chuck it in the microwave.

- Look at me. Yo. Well, you gotta have some with me.
- Uh... no, no, no, it's ok.

- Ok.
- Um...

I might just go give waltie
a wee kiss. Is that all right?

- Yeah, 'course. He's just, um— he's asleep, so...
- Yeah, shh.

Oh, yum as!

(Laptop chimes)

(Car brakes squeak,
hand brake clicks outside)

Phil: Cheers, mate.

(Door hinges squeak)

(Breathes heavily)

- Reggie.
- Hey, buddy.

(Conversation continues indistinctly)

(Grunts)

(Grunts)

Um...

What the fuck?

Oh...

Fuck.

- I left my car keys in the kitchen.
- I'll get it.

What the fuck is
the matter with you?

I was just dropping off
some lasagne to grace and Walt.

What, you think your lasagne's
somehow going to fix it with you and grace?

You know, things were so much
better before you came back.

- Oh, you think so?
- Yeah.

Here you go.

Thanks, Reggie.

- Vegetarian lasagne, is it?
- Pardon.

- Grace is a vegetarian.
- Since when? - We all are.

- Give it to someone who eats meat.
- Shall I get it? - Yeah, thanks, reg.

How dare you go talking
to my principal?

She needs to know that
she's hired a paedophile, Phil.

Five years you've peddled this shit,
and the only person it hurts is grace.

I'm doing this for grace.

All I've done is tell
the fucking truth.

Oh, keep you warm at night, does it? 'Course
it does, you twisted, cold-hearted bitch.

Here you go.

- Thanks, Reggie.
- No worries.

(Door creaks)

(Door creaks)

(Orchestral string music)

(Music continues)

(Music continues)

- Oh, hi, Graham. Hi.
- Hi. Just me. Uh...

I saw you get back. I was just putting my
bins out. Would you like me to do yours?

Uh... are you sure?

Yeah, yeah. It's no trouble.

Makes me feel useful.

Oh, um, stay there.

- You're not vegetarian, are you?
- Oh, hardly.

Great. Here's some lasagne for you.

- My fridge is on the blink, so you might as well have it.
- How lovely.

Uh, maybe you'd like to share it
with me tomorrow night.

- Uh, no, sorry, Graham. I can't tomorrow night. But you enjoy.
- Oh, I'm sure I will.

Ok. Thanks for the bins.

(High-pitched ringing)

- We had no idea they'd taken the Tequila.
- Grace took it, not me.

You drank it.

- What have you got to say for yourself?
- I'm sorry.

Don't be too hard on yourself, Ollie. None of
us exactly covered ourselves in glory last night.

Why didn't you call us
to come and get him?

Well, I— actually, I— - that
was my call. That was my call.

I thought it was a bit too late,
so I thought it best he sleep here.

So, what happened?

Your mother said there was some sort of big
misunderstanding, but Ollie won't tell us.

Ollie got caught up in
a marital dispute that went too far.

- What do you mean?
- It's a bit embarrassing. The truth is we had too much to drink—

and I'm sure penny
doesn't mind me saying this —

she said certain things,
over-reacted to certain things, and...

And we regret it.

And...

(Sighs)

We're sorry.

Aren't we?

Penny.

What's Ollie got to do with this?

Phil already explained
what happened, Catherine.

- I saw my husband sexually abusing your son.
- What?

Please don't let Ollie spend any
time alone with him. It's not safe.

- No, that's not true.
- He didn't do anything.

He was being nice to me.

(Orchestral music)

- Thank you. You just get comfortable there.
- Mm-hm.

All right, if we just relax
your arms, so you can just...

That's it, yeah.

You just release
that tension in that arm.

And bring your back foot
a little bit out. That's it.

Is that comfortable?

And, again, just relaxing
your hand on your forehead.

Great.

Ok, let start with
a two-minute drawing.

(Cell phone rings)

- Hello.
- Simon on phone: Hey.

- Where are you?
- Um, I'm in a changing room.

Um, hey, I'm gonna go plankton sampling,
if you're keen. I could use a hand.

Sorry, no, I can't. Um...

My, um... I'm going to visit my mum.

- Ok. Well, it's a shame. It's gonna be a beautiful day.
- Yeah, yeah. Well, I promised.

- Oh, you're a good daughter.
- (Laughs) She doesn't think so.

All right,
well, if you change your mind...

(Peaceful music)

- Hey, pen, you all good?
- Yep.

- Ok, when I yell, you just throw that net over like I told you.
- Yep.

Ok, ready?

Yeah, go for it.

Yeah, that's good.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, yeah, perfect. Perfect.

Good.

- See those tiny specks in there?
- Not really, no.

(Seagulls squawk)

Ooh.

- K, have a look in there.
- Mm-hm.

Oh my god.

All that life.

It's beautiful.

(Wondrous music)

What?

(Chuckles) You called me a sook for crying in
the movies, and you're tearing up over plankton.

- No, I'm not.
- Don't worry. It can be our secret.

Do you... do you wanna
know a real secret?

- You didn't call a kid a cunt again, did you?
- (Chuckles) No.

Just have to promise not to tell
anyone, ok, cos it's a little bit illegal.

How illegal?

Bit of graffiti, net cutting.

That fishing boat thing —
that was you?

Bastards nicked my kayak after that, so I
figure we're more or less even, you know?

Yeah, wow.

- Don't look at me like that.
- What? No, no, I'm... I'm in awe.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Why didn't you tell me?
I would've been there with you.

- No, you wouldn't.
- Yeah, I would've.

Totally.

I don't know why I did that.

- Fuck, I'm sorry.
- No, it's— it's—

- I'm so— I'm so sorry.
- It's ok. Penny, it's...

(Gasps)

Penny!

Hey, it's ok.

Come back in.

- Phil is not your problem any more.
- If he's going away with more boys, he is.

I have to warn the basketball association.
There is no other way around this.

Has Phil been in contact with Ollie?
Could you tell me where I could find him?

Hey, has anyone seen olli?

Fuck off, mum! (Laughter)

(Laughs)

Hey, by the way, I don't think
you're fucked; I think you're great.