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(gentle music)

♪ Look into the future, what do you see ♪

♪ I really need to know now ♪

♪ Is there a place for me ♪

♪ If we're gonna survive ♪

♪ The dream must stay alive ♪

- Authorities are appealing for calm

throughout the evacuation process.

♪ Alive ♪

(baby crying)

- Someone doesn't sound too happy.

- Yeah.

- Great party last night.

- Uh huh.

(clicking)

(baby crying)

(loud chewing) (clanging)

- What are you doing here?

- I had to see you.

I got an idea.

- An idea for what?

- Something you'll be absolutely crazy about.

- (snorts) You're nuts, you know that?

- Nuts over you would be more precise.

Now, what do you say?

- To what?

- My idea.

- Sasha, you haven't told me what your idea is yet.

- I do believe you're right.

- So?

- So, why don't you and I have a day out?

If we set off now, we can have the whole day together.

I've thought about it.

You need a break from this place

and nobody will be doing much today anyway.

And, I know we'll enjoy ourselves.

So, what do you say?

- I think I like the idea of it.

- So, that's a yes?

- But, where would we go?

- I know just the place.

(gentle piano music)

(snoring)

- Hi, big boy.

You snore.

- No, I don't.

- Yes, you do.

- I don't, you've gotta sleep to snore

and I don't remember sleeping.

- What do you remember?

- Oh, the crackling on the peg,

the hooch.

- Lex.

- And all that singing.

- I mean, what do you remember about last night?

- Well, I've been meaning to tell you actually, Zan.

- What?

- I got this trouble with my memory.

So, you'll have to remind me.

(birds chirping)

(dramatic music)

- Hey, look in the grass.

(girl vomiting) (crying)

- What'd you say to the boys?

- You've gotta be kiddin'.

What am I lettin' myself in for here?

(metal clanging)

(birds chirping)

- I've a nice smelly fish for you.

(yelling)

- What do you two want?

- Hi.

How you doin'?

Fancy a jelly bean?

(bird chirping)

- So, what would you like then, oh hungry one?

Beans with egg, egg with egg, beans with beans,

beans, eggs, and beans, or an egg and bean sandwich?

- Say it again?

Beans-- - I'm trying

to give my husband a breakfast.

- Okay, okay.

But, I got a better idea.

- Which is?

And no jokes.

I'm hungry, too.

- Right.

Well, we're married, yeah?

- Yeah.

- And this is the first morning of our honeymoon, right?

- Right.

- And if this were a real honeymoon,

I mean, in normal times, we'd probably be

in some posh hotel somewhere being waited on

by all kinds of people.

- Lex, will you come to the point?

- The point is, I don't want my wife

slaving over a hot stove the morning after our wedding.

That's the point.

- You mean you're gonna cook breakfast?

- Do me a favor.

- Well, what then? (soft piano music)

(baby cooing) - Time to sleep, sweetie.

Quiet.

(baby cooing)

Come on.

- Ryan!

Beans on toast, twice.

And quick!

(baby crying)

- Ryan!

Do you hear me?

(banging)

- Poor Zahlia, fancy having to live with that.

(dog eating)

- Casey?

He doesn't look well at all.

- Serves him right.

- It was Lex.

- He brought the drink.

- But, he didn't force him to drink it, did he?

(dog whining)

Don't take it out on Bob.

He's just being friendly.

- Look, just leave me alone, can't you?

I wanna die in peace.

- Die?

He's not really?

- Course not.

Not unless someone strikes a match in his breath.

- Is there something we could get you, Casey?

- Go away.

- A drink of water, some tea?

- A greasy sausage?

(vomiting)

I guess not.

(sighing) (bed creaking)

- Argh. (thudding)

(groaning)

Help!

Somebody!

Help!

(baby cooing)

(laughing)

(rocks thudding)

(laughing)

- Want a shot?

(birds chirping) Do with some practicing

on moving target, if you know what I mean.

- Oh, yeah.

- Cats, dogs, anything.

You with a tribe?

- No.

- You wanna start one?

- What for?

- Sometimes you need someone to rely on

that can watch your back for ya,

like me and Mick.

We look out for each other.

- I've done all that looking after people stuff.

I look after myself now.

(laughing) (slow orchestral music)

(laughing)

Quick, hide.

- Who is it?

- Demon Dogs.

Don't do that.

(birds chirping)

- Thanks.

- What are you staring at?

- I'm logging you into my memory banks from every angle.

- Why?

- Oh, just in case.

- Are they as mean as they say, Demon Dogs?

- Hey, race you to the gate.

(birds squawking)

- Now, when are you going to tell me where we are going?

- When we get there.

Not far now, come on.

(upbeat music)

(dog barking)

(baby cooing)

(metal clanging)

- Celine.

- Hi.

- Do you need something?

- Uh, no.

Food, no way.

I had enough last night to last me a week.

Two weeks.

How about you?

- It was good.

- Good.

I think it was the best meal I've ever had.

How's Brady?

- Oh.

Fine.

Well, not so fine.

She's had a couple of restless nights.

Did you know Jack's leg's worse?

He's in real pain.

- Huh?

Oh, that's good.

If you need someone to babysit, let me know, okay?

I'll see you around.

(baby cooing)

(papers rustling)

(plates clanging)

- What did you give him?

- (sighs) Pain killers.

He can't have any more yet.

- Oh, why not?

- You just can't.

- Look, look, where's Amber?

She'll let me have some more.

- Patty hasn't been able to find her yet.

She's gone off looking again.

- It doesn't matter.

She would've said the same thing as me.

You can only have a certain amount

of pain killers at one time.

- Yeah, but what good are pain killers

if they don't stop pain?

- Have you learned nothing?

Remember what happened to Trudy?

Yeah.

(dog whining)

- Still no sign of Amber?

- I brought Tizan instead.

(sighing)

(pained yelping) - Is it just when you move

or is there an ache all the time?

- All the time and then when I move, wham.

- Try to accommodate your pain, Jack.

Breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth,

slowly.

(exhaling)

Good.

Remember, it is your pain.

You are in charge.

Don't let it take over.

There.

Is that a little better?

- No.

- Just as I suspected.

The leg is broken.

We'll need to construct a splint of some kind.

But, first...

(cap unscrewing) (dog groaning)

(sighing)

- Sorry, Jack.

(fists bumping)

- Comfrey.

- What?

- Oh, neck balm.

- It's an old herbal remedy used for

helping broken bones to heal.

- You're not gonna put that on my leg, are you?

I mean, what's in it?

- Comfrey leaves, of course.

(slow piano music)

We'll need a sheet for a bandage.

Casey, would you?

(vomiting)

(water trickling)

(wrapper crinkling)

(gull squawking)

(waves splashing)

(gulls squawking)

(laughing)

(dog groaning)

- Bray,

I'm scared.

Things are scary.

Nobody's around.

Well, hardly nobody.

And everyone seems to be doing what they want,

instead of the rules and that.

- It's just the wedding.

It's disrupted the whole routine.

- But, there's a funny feeling about,

like it was when all the grownups went.

- I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean.

- Like, like someone's died.

- Hey, nobody's died, Chloe.

- I know that, but it feels like it.

- Is this all because Amber's not here?

- Or Sasha or Ryan.

Nobody's seen Ryan.

Or Celine.

They've all just gone.

- Nobody likes change, Chloe.

But, things can't stay the same forever.

- What do you mean?

- Only...

- Do you know something you're not telling us?

- No, no, that just being paranoid.

- What's paranoid?

- You know, irrational.

Imagining things.

- Well, if I am, then everyone is

'cause we're all feeling the same right now.

You wouldn't leave us, would you, Bray?

(gulls squawking)

(door creaking)

(gulls squawking)

- What do you want?

- Roanne.

- I might be able to help you myself.

- No, I wanna see Roanne.

- You always this unfriendly?

- Look, just tell her I'm here.

(girl yelping)

(girl kicking) (boy groaning)

(door creaking) - Mitch.

Celine, how nice to see you.

Now, what can I do for you?

- I was just wondering if there was anything

I could for you.

- For me?

- I have a fair amount of spare time

and I thought, there must be something.

Taking messages, cooking?

I can cook.

- Celine.

Are you trying to tell me you've nothing to trade?

- Well, not this time, no, but I am useful.

- Sorry. - What?

- Celine, you know the rules.

No trade, no food.

Now, stop wasting my time.

- But, wait, you don't understand.

(door slamming)

(flute instrumental music)

(hinges squeaking)

(door creaking)

- I've been thinking.

It's not good business to turn clients away.

Especially regulars like you.

- What are you saying?

- I think we can work something out.

(gulls squawking)

(door creaking)

(spray painting)

- What do you want?

- Bray. - 'Cause, honestly, Trudy,

I'm not in the mood for any of your dramas right now.

- When were you ever?

(spray painting) Unless you're playing

the hero, of course.

- What is it?

I'm busy.

- I can see that.

The thing is, Bray, I need your help.

- Oh, well, there's a surprise.

- Not for me.

For the little ones.

You have to help me, Bray.

Everyone else has gone awol today.

Ryan, Celine, Lex and Zandra might as well not be here,

and Am--

(sad music)

I know you're upset about Amber.

(can clanging)

- Leave me alone, Trudy.

I mean it!

(dramatic music)

(gulls squawking)

- Happy?

- Mhm.

How about you?

- Happier than I've ever been since, well,

since you know when.

- Do you think of your family often?

- All the time.

- Me, too.

I wonder what they'd be doing, what I'd be doing,

and what they'll think of me if they could see me now.

- I think they'd be very proud.

- Oh, no.

- Oh, yes.

How could they not be?

A daughter who's so beautiful, intelligent,

caring. - Sasha!

You'll have me blushing

in a minute. (chuckling)

(waves splashing)

I miss my dad the most.

He used to stay with me in the dark.

I was always afraid of the dark.

What about you?

Do you take after your parents?

- Dad was a bit of an extrovert.

I'm showing off from him.

I took after mum in looks.

I've got a photo here.

(gull squawking)

Look.

- Did you really have your hair that short?

- (laughs) If you're going to mock...

- What are you thinking?

- That if I could take a day and pin it on the wall,

as an example of how every day should be from now on,

this would be the one.

Did I say something wrong?

- No.

Just right.

I wish today could go on forever.

- It can go on as long as you want.

- We can't stay here forever.

It'll be getting dark soon.

- Does that still scare you?

- Funnily enough, no.

- Why not?

- Because I know you'll be here with me.

It's just-- - What?

- I don't know if I'm ready for this.

- Changed your mind?

- No.

No, not at all.

(gulls squawking) (sighing)

- What do you think?

- Ideal.

You sure she'll be desperate enough?

- She will be.

I'll make sure of it.

(slow music)

- Ryan!

Ryan, if you know what's good for ya.

Ryan!

(baby cooing)

Ryan!

(baby crying)

I'll give you 'til 10.

(baby crying)

(dog whining)

One.

Two.

- Don't cry, Chloe. - Three.

- There'll be somewhere else for us.

You'll see.

- Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

(baby crying)

(slow piano music)

♪ Look into the future ♪

♪ What do you see ♪

♪ I really need to know now ♪

♪ Is there a place for me ♪

♪ Tell me where do we go from here ♪

♪ Take me as you find me for what I am ♪

♪ And when I make mistakes, please understand ♪

♪ And as long as I know you're near ♪

♪ There is nothing for me to fear ♪

♪ Out of the darkness ♪

♪ A light shines ♪

♪ Burning through the coldest night ♪

♪ And we could find a way ♪

♪ Together we'll make it ♪

♪ With every step we take ♪

♪ Moving closer together ♪

♪ If we're gonna survive ♪

♪ The dream must stay alive ♪

♪ Alive ♪

(logo music)