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Everyone has secrets, and when it's all said and done,

everyone loves finding out what their secrets are.

Not now, Arlo.

But I need to talk to you.

Is there anything else I should know?

- Not really. - Then go.

Except when the secret is secret only from you.

Yep.

What'd you use to stick it on?

Like, this industrial glue stuff.

Don't worry. That flag isn't going anywhere in a hurry.

Are you sure?

They're on a compulsory family outing.

- Oh, compulsory. - Yeah.

For everyone but you?

I do a, uh, really good surly teenager,

"I need my space, Dad" routine.

Guess where they're going exploring today.

“Weld War Memorial Park.

Mm, poetic.

But you know the best bit?

They'll be gone for hours.

You let her walk all over you.

No, I don't.

Yeah, and the tragedy is you're refusing to see it.

I'm just letting my daughter have her space, that's all.

Okay, that's odd.

Art project, Constable?

Evidence gathering, actually.

The flag.

Not the lack of the head.

The head was a crime, just not today's crime,

which is more damn vandalism.

Use what or lose what?

- The head of Sir Frederick Weld? - Forget about the head.

The head is a very cold case.

It's a bit obscure, isn't it?

Th-The message.

- Morning. - So what's this all about, then?

It's about the camping ground.

Everything these days is about the bloody camping ground.

So you're investigating the flag, not the missing head?

I'm more interested in the head, actually.

Oo The head is gone, okay?

Yeah I-1 can see that.

Even if Sir Fred here can't.

I thought you said it was cold.

It is, very.

Well, cold cases are unsolved, aren't they?

If you want to do something useful, George,

you can grab my camera and take a couple of pics.

Helping the police with their inquiries, cool.

Make sure you get me in the picture.

Is this for evidence?

And the paper.

So, when did the head go missing? Years ago.

And as I keep saying, it's a cold case.

So cold, it's chillier

Okay, moving on.

- Another one? - Yeah, can't hurt.

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no.

Ike. lke.

I wonder who stole it.

Oh, yeah, crime of the century.

Well, around here, it probably is.

It certainly seems serious to Constable Tom.

Oh, I think everything's serious to Constable Tom.

Yeah, which is not a bad trait in your only police officer.

Hey, how was the, uh, CFO?

It was good. You should have come.

We stumbled upon a crime scene.

Really? Awesome.

It was some lame protest about the old folks' home.

What was lame about it?

It just didn't really make any sense.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Hey, bro. - What's up, man?

I was never here.

"Use it or lose it" seems pretty obvious to me. How?

Well, it's saying to the people of Weld that when something precious is gone, it doesn't come back.

Or something like that, anyway.

Whoa, that almost sounded like you actually cared.

No.

-{ Door opens I WOODY: Only me.

Turner people.

1, uh, hope I'm not interrupting anything.

Not at all.

We were just discussing the desecration

of a statue of the good Sir Frederick Weld.

Talking about that for?

People stopped talking about that a long time ago,

so, uh, why you talking about it now?

Someone stuck a flag where the head used to be.

Oh, right.

Hey, you want to go for a surf?

It's meant to be primo out there today.

Yeah, sure. Sounds like a plan.

So what's the story, then?

Oh, don't fall off, and just try not to drown.

No, I mean why is everyone so antsy about the statue thing?

They're not.

You are. Constable Tom was.

Look, George, I don't know if you've noticed,

but Weld's a pretty chilled place, okay?

So anything that takes the chill off, it... it de-chills us.

We just don't go there, all right?

Do you hear what I'm saying?

Maybe it's urging the people of Weld to go camping.

Why would they want to camp here?

I don't know. Holiday.

You're an idiot, Monty.

Maybe it's meant to be a call to arms.

Well, it doesn't matter what it's meant to be.

It's bloody annoying.

Put it on the front page and write an editorial about mindless vandalism.

- What, another one? - Yes.

Can't I just print the last one?

I mean, it's not as if anyone actually reads it.

- Gentleman. - George.

Have you seen this?

- He took it. - What, not you?

~ I'min the photo. How could I have taken it?

I don't know. A self-timer.

No, really, you set the camera, set the timer, pose,

voila, selfie.

What do you make of it, George?

The photo, the flag, or the missing head?

Someone isn't keen on your plans.

Yeah, not keen on the word "plans."

Makes me sound like a Bond villain.

Schemes.

"Schemes" is worse than "plans."

Dreams. Dreams I like.

Man of words, see. Excuse me.

Any leads yet?

I have my prime suspect.

Just a question of proving it.

Small but important thing, proof.

I'll give you a heads-up if I hear anything.

Is that a joke? Sorry?

"Heads-up." Because it's not funny, George.

Oh, I'm sorry.

We take crime seriously around here.

- Yeah. - Especially the desecration

of the bloke this town's named after.

I'm not trying to offend anyone. I just find the whole idea of a statue with a missing head

intriguing, that's all.

~ Well, maybe what you find intriguing, Mr. Turner,

some of us feel is a blot on our careers.

Oh, sorry. You were serious.

You lot, sit.

For someone who has, like, the cruisiest job in the world,

Constable Tom just needs to relax more.

Drag your table over, George. Come join the party.

Dad, you know how annoyed Fiona gets

when you move the tables.

So what are the celebrations for?

Dennis here has an exhibition

in some flash art gallery in Berlin.

Hey, congratulations.

‘Yeah, I'd rather be driving buses.

Incoming.

- Oh. Be with you in a tick, eh? - No worries.

Fill your boots, as we say in New Zealand.

What?

That is all the information,

case notes and so forth,

on the stolen head of Sir Frederick Aloysius Weld.

And you just happened to have this with you, right?

Well, I was going to take it home and go over it again,

see if there was a link with today, but...

seeing as you're so intrigued, over to you, digger.

Is that legal? Giving out evidence?

Well, if it gets it solved, it's legal enough for me.

Sleeping dogs, Tom.

Well, this dog will sleep a lot easier

when George here cracks it.

You are up for it, right?

Sure, sure.

Can't hurt to take a look, eh?

Good lad.

- Dad, I'm not sure this is wise. - Why not?

What Katie said about sleeping dogs.

Yeah, we only just got people to like us.

Do you really want them to unlike us all over again?

But if I solve this mystery, everyone will love us.

Well, that depends how many people -you piss off along the way. -Mm.

Begone, ye of little faith. I've got a crime to solve.

This is a huge problem.

Dad will get obsessed with this stupid statue, I know it.

What, and how is that a problem for us?

He might find out about us.

Find out about what, about you and me

or that we've been breaking the law on a daily basis

in our righteous war against all things McNamara?

I thought I'd made it clear

that we keep us between us.

I'm sick of this town talking about me.

As for the statue thing, that was like two years ago,

so it's got nothing to do with our protest.

In fact, isn't it good your dad's getting obsessed by a missing head?

How? Because then he's not looking in the direction of you and me.

True, very true.

You're not just a pretty face.

You're just worried he'll find out

your deepest, darkest secret.

No, I'm not. My life is an open book.

Yeah, right.

With just a few small pages missing here and there, eh?

Okay, so there are a few things I'd rather keep to myself.

Anyway, you should be worried, too, you know.

That was not one of your finest moments.

Hm, true that.

But who cares? Look at Constable Tom.

With his own two hands and a map.

Yeah, Tom couldn't find a duck in a room full of ducks.

-Hm. i oo -But George, I don't know.

There's something about that man that just makes you want to...

tell him things.

- Excuse me. - Oh, my God.

You've really got it bad for him.

I have not.

Anyway, you can talk.

Yeah, I mean, I'd go there.

I mean, if he was into it.

Makes it a little bit more interesting, though, don't you think?

Interesting or not, we need to give him a wide berth

until he's moved on to something else.

Sounds like a plan.

Bn -Hey.

I've been deputized, apparently. Oh, lucky you.

I'm not sure how far I'm going to get, though. Everyone seems pretty allergic to the idea of talking about it.

Maybe that's because there's nothing to tell.

There's always something to tell. Oh?

Yeah, I found a note in Constable Tom's evidence box.

Apparently the theft was on the night of the school play.

Is that right? - Oh, yeah, I think it was.

What was the play about?

Ironically, the man with the missing head. Why?

Oh, just fishing for motives, that's all.

And you think you're going to find it in the thrilling tale of Sir Frederick Aloysius Weld?

Well, I don't know. What was the thrilling tale?

Well, same as every politician in history.

He came, he saw, he stole a bunch of land.

They built a statue.

So certain people might have had issues with that?

It wasn't about the land.

George, in the end, people wrote it off as a prank.

Some drunken thing.

Oh, well, I'll let you

- Thank you. - No worries.

I hear your dad's trying to find out what happened to our statue.

Your statue?

My family paid for it. Years ago.

I hope he finds out who did it so they can go to jail.

Yeah, he... he probably won't.

Oh, and tell your sister she's a skank.

What?

A skank.

Do you have that word in Australia?

Yeah. I know what it means.

Then tell her.

From me.

Just tell me and I'l sort it.

No, she just called my sister a skank.

Talk about takes one to know one.

Yeah, but my sister isn't a skank,

so why would she call her one?

Who knows what goes on in that head, eh?

Why would she call her one, Billy?

Because Lindsay suspects.

Suspects what?

What I suspect you suspect.

Which is what?

That your sister hooked up with Mr. Hangi-Pants.

Ike? Yep.

And what does "hangi-pants" mean?

Nah.

Nah, if... if she was with him, I'd know.

Would you?

Dennis.

I was going to head over to your place later on.

Any reason?

Been out diving again, got you a couple of crays.

} Oh, thanks. Guess I saved you a trip, then.

We look after each other, if you know what I mean.

Yeah, I think I do.

Good, really good, because we have a saying.

If you dig too deep in the hangi pit,

then you're never going to eat your kumara.

I have no idea what that means.

Zac, stop slacking off and finish this up, will you?

Yeah, yeah.

What was he going on about?

Oh, just something about kumara and hangi pits,

but apart from that, I have no idea whatsoever.

- What? - Never mind. Get back to work.

Hey, I-1 need to ask you about the night of the school play.

I have nothing to say about that.

Constable Tom had a note about checking your alibi.

- Yeah, and he did. So? - And you had one?

Watching my son play

And let me tell you, the show would have been a lot better

if he'd been in it more.

What about after the play?

Man, who made you Sherlock Holmes?

Well, Constable Tom, I guess.

We went to the aftershow party. Then we left.

Oh.

The alibi.

In the flesh.

Please don't judge me. It was an emotional night.

Because of the play or...

It was my birthday, and I hate birthdays,

and he caught me in a moment of weakness

because he always does that,

be there for me when I need someone, the bastard!

It's the power I have over you.

No, it's not.

I let my guard down, and I vowed that it would never happen again,

and it almost didn't.

The wine, the cheese, and the Zac.

You see why I'm not proud of what happened that night.

Hey, standing right here, Katie.

Yeah, well, you should be loading the van.

Sleeping dogs, George. You should let them lie.

Yeah, I'm beginning to see that.

I'll remove you from my suspect list.

You have a suspect list?

Well, not really, but, you know, dogs and lying,

and I get it, so sorry.

I'll let you get on with it.

If you want my advice, forget about statues

and think about things closer to home.

Such as?

It's not my place to say.

Hey, over here, lke.

Ike, Ike.

- Why are we watching this? - We aren't.

The coach always starts practice with a 15-minute run.

Okay, twice around, boys.

Comeon, you need to get schooled.

What are we doing?

Confirming suspicions.

Hey, how do you know his passcode?

Ike isn't the only techno genius in my extended whanau.

Plus, I've watched him key it in like a hundred times.

Another thing I know about lke,

it comes to his lady conquests.

Hey, my sister isn't a conquest.

Jaylene Wallace, two weeks.

Kaylee Summers, almost a month.

And we both know Lindsay.

That was a whole six weeks ago.

Sorry, man.

As much as I love my half-brother, I know what he is.

You have to warn her.

this whole Sherlock routine you've got going.

Really? What happened to everyone not liking us again?

Screw them.

It's good for you to get involved.

Okay, this is a change of tune. No, it's not.

Shay, you used the words "get" and "involved"

Does this mean you're finally liking the place?

Don't get your hopes up.

I just think it's good

that you're doing something other than your column.

And now that you're not in Mum's shadow,

you can do anything you want.

What do you mean? I was never in your mother's shadow.

Yeah, you were. We all were.

It's no big deal. It's just the way it was.

And, hey, maybe you should get a job. I have a job.

A proper job that takes more than an hour a week,

to keep you busy.

Just a thought.

What?

Just ‘cause Dad's looking the wrong way right now

doesn't mean that he won't find out eventually.

Find out what?

Whatever it is you think you know,

With pleasure.

But, um, Dad's not the only one

with no idea what's actually going on.

Get out of my room.

So, what job are you going to do?

I already have a job, working for you.

George, I know how little I pay you.

Our finances are fine.

The interesting point that I'm making

is Shay suggested I get a job.

Do they have jobs over there?

Listen to me. Shay suggesting I get a job is a good thing.

It means she's settling down here.

Right, I thought with teenagers, when they say one thing,

they actually mean something that's totally opposite.

But what would I know? I'm not a mother.

You look flash.

Got a date.

Go, you.

Anyone I know?

No. What about you?

What about me?

Are you dating over there?

No.

No, I mean, uh, I thought about it for a second.

And? And then I decided it was too soon.

George, you're not living in her shadow anymore.

I never lived in her shadow.

Plus, it is too soon.

I have to go on a date now.

I will look forward to 800 Words tomorrow.

Good luck.

- You not coming in, mate? - No, not today.

~~ Yeah, nah, it's pretty messy, eh?

Yeah, well, I was waiting for you, actually.

- Oh, yeah. - Just wondering about this.

It sounds pretty serious. - Yeah, it does, doesn't it? - Yeah.

The thing is, when I was looking for a piece of paper

to write a list of the people who might have sent it,

Do you know what this is, Woody?

- Looks like a list. - Yeah, it is.

It's a list of all the jobs that need doing around the house.

A list that you wrote up.

Oh, well, good one, mate. I'll start checking them off.

Woody, it's in the same writing as the threat.

Hey, did you know that a koala fingerprint

and a human fingerprint look exactly the same?

So a koala wrote this? Is that what you're saying?

No, no, I'm just... I'm just saying, out of interest.

Woody, who are the good people

that bad things are going to happen to?

Me.

Okay, it was me.

I did it.

It was me, okay? It was all me.

No one else was involved.

- Well, so why did you do it? - It's a long story, George.

Well, where's the head now? Look, I paddled it out on my board

-and I dropped it in the ocean.

Oh, it's another long story.

The point is, you got your guilty party, okay?

So do with me what you will.

~ 1 did the crime, all right. I'm not afraid to do the time.

Oh, and I guess I quit, too.

Damn it!

No one got the flag thing. They totally missed the point.

Instead they're more worried about the stupid head.

Yeah, my Dad wasn't exactly thrilled.

He had Katie in his ear about it.

People should be thinking about what's happening here and now.

“What?

Man, when you get on board with something,

you really get on board.

What's the point otherwise?

Do you want them turning this into a building site?

Or do you get off on defacing billboards

and other lame stunts?

You think what we've been doing is lame?

I think if we really want to get people's attention,

we need to step it up a gear.

All right, how?

Find something real.

Something that forces them to take this seriously.

Hey, can you get away tonight?

I'll find a way.

♪ Pulled my thoughts together

♪ As I wrote you this letter in my room ♪

♪ On a crumpled...

What happened to keeping a wide berth?

I just want to know what he found out.

♪ ...addressed to you

So, Detective Turner,

how goes the quest for righteous retribution?

It's not a quest.

And not well, although I do have a confession.

Well, how is that not well?

You didn't hear the confession.

But you do have a confession.

So we won't bother you anymore.

Is everything all right?

Yep, all good.

Have you heard something?

I've heard a lot of things, actually.

Was it about me? Because you know you can't believe everything you hear

in this town. You know that, right?

To be perfectly honest, I have no idea what to believe anymore.

So where were you two the night that the head went missing?

Why is that relevant?

In one of Constable Tom's notes to himself,

he mentioned you as possible diversions.

Did he, now?

Mm.

Well, go on then, George. Grill me.

Hannah!

~~ Grillme like I'm your prime suspect.

I have no intention of grilling you.

You want to know where I was

the night that ridiculous statue's head went missing?

Yes, I do, actually.

I was here... with Fiona.

At least to begin with, anyway.

Do not do this.

We were having some drinks

and making fun of the school play,

which is actually pretty bad, by the way.

As we were drinking, we got talking,

and as we talked, we both realized the same thing.

That we were both incredibly horny.

So we resolved to do something

I was going around with Ross Johnson at the time.

You know, he was always up for a booty call.

And anyway, one text, boom, he arrived,

and we took off in my car.

Anyway, we were driving along the beach,

and the car ran out of petrol, so we thought, what the hell?

We'll jump in the back seat, blah, blah, blah.

And then the tide came in, and we kind of didn't realize.

Someone saw the car in the water and called the cops

and then also the fire brigade.

What?

G'day, Hannah.

We should probably, uh...

Should probably go.

And the thing was that whoever called the cops

and the fire brigade also called the ambulance.

Don't you dare.

And the ambulance was nowhere to be found.

Please don't judge me. Actually, I don't need to hear any of this, so I'll just...

my drug-dealing scumbag ex-husband,

which is what I refer to him as now, um...

Well, back then, we...

We used to like to spice things up a bit.

Sometimes we'd take the ambulance out

and we'd park it up and we'd...

role-play.

Anyway, Constable Tom

had to go and find the ambulance,

and eventually he found the ambulance.

Hello.

What?

Nothing.

Well, that certainly explains Constable Tom's notes about you.

You look uncomfortable, George.

No.

Not at all.

‘Cause, you know, being horny isn't a crime, is it?

No, it isn't.

Unless, of course, you use an ambulance as a mobile brothel.

Oh, for God sake!

Can I have another long black?

No, you can't.

You know, for someone who is amazingly uptight,

apparently she's a firecracker in the sack.

Of course, she's not as good as me, though, but few are.

So, are you going to make dinner?

Or should we make it?

I'm starting to think I made a mistake

getting involved in all this.

Because it's lame?

No, because it's a lot more complicated than I thought it would be.

But you were really into it, Dad. You can't give up now.

Yeah, but there are far more important things to worry about

than a missing statue's head.

Yes, there is.

Like groceries, because there is basically nothing to eat.

~ ~ Can somebody get that?

If you need to write your column,

No, it's okay.

Tracey.

Sorry to interrupt.

Not at all.

Wondering if I could have a quick word?

Sure.

Actually, having come all the way over here,

it really would be much easier

if I just took you there and showed you.

Yeah, yeah, okay.

Just grab some takeaways.

Hey, do you think that's about us?

Why would she come here to talk about us?

Oo Where are you going?

None of your business.

Shay, I know about lke.

Have you told Dad?

If I'd told Dad, you'd know.

More to the point, why haven't you told him?

Because Ike's the thing keeping me sane here.

Because being with him

is the best thing I've got going right now.

Because it makes me happy knowing that he's the thing I've got that's mine and mine alone.

And I need that one thing, Arlo.

What about his other girlfriends?

I saw on his phone. He has photos of them.

Lindsay McNamara, for starters.

How did you see Ike's phone?

Long story.

I just did.

And I also saw that photo of you and him together in bed.

Bullshit. You're lying.

Why would I be lying?

I just... I don't want him to hurt you, that's all.

:::::: www.hiqve.com ::::::

Do you need wine?

I need wine.

So I suppose you want to hear how it all happened.

~ Oh, very much so. But will Woody be joining us?

I recognize his thongs.

He's not very happy I'm doing this.

He's a writer. Okay, you can't trust him.

They steal lives.

Woody, just come out.

Look, just... Just hang on, okay?

You don't have to do this.

George.

You're not taking the blame for something I did.

You were the one who took

The night of the school play.

Well, I heard it was dire, but...

The play which [ wrote and which the kids loved,

even if the reviews were... mixed.

Sorry. And it was a great night.

The staff dressed upto celebrate the history of Weld.

I went as Philomena, Mrs. Weld, mother to his 13 children.

And Bevan was my Frederick.

He was Frederick because he was the principal?

No, he was my Fred

because we were a couple back then.

I followed Bevan here from Melbourne

when he got the principal job.

Oh, okay.

Like the idiot I was.

No, you weren't an idiot then, and you're not an idiot now.

Thanks, Woody, but I was.

I was the only one who didn't know.

- I didn't know. - I don't know.

- ~The only one at the school. - Know what?

About Celia.

Celia McNamara?

She was that night, which was entirely appropriate

when I caught them at the after party.

Penny the receptionist?

Or Penny the slut, as I call her.

Apparently they'd been at it for months,

and not just on his desk.

But I didn't hang around for explanations.

I don't even know how I ended up at the park.

I just did.

And when I got there,

Looking down at me with his smug face and his stupid muttonchops.

And all I wanted to do was wipe that smug look off Bevan's face.

And I did.

Literally.

And then someone saved me.

I would have got there sooner, but she was moving so fast

for someone in a full period costume.

So now you know the truth, George.

What are you going to do

You going to tell Constable Tom?

Get Tracey charged, make her lose her job.

I mean, is that... Is that what you want, George?

The first time I came up here, I was real young.

I wanted to see how the other half lived.

Hey, it's cool.

No one can see us, but we can see them.

-So what now? -I don't know. You're the brains of the operation.

I just thought it'd be good to see the home of our enemy.

Go in and take a look around.

So you know your way around in there, do you?

Been inside a few times, yep.

Different reasons. Check that out.

What's that supposed to mean?

I just said it was your idea.

Yeah, no, I heard what you said. -What do you mean it's my idea? That's not what...

They go in there a lot.

- What's in there? - I don't know.

The windows are blacked out.

You want to find out?

Wow!

Yep, okay, that's... That's not what I expected.

That's kind of cool.

Seriously?

In a real tragic way.

Come.

Man, they're just cool.

-Hey, are you okay? -Yeah, I'm fine. We should go.

So what if Big Mac likes to play with toy trains?

It's lame, but it's no help to us.

Hey, check this out. This is... This is our town.

The roundabout. There's the museum, the park.

With headless statue.

The McNamaras think they own the place, so why not in miniature?

Well, that's the retirement village.

This doesn't exist yet.

If Big Mac wants it in his world, then it does.

Exactly.

Look, the... these apartment buildings don't exist.

That shopping mall doesn't exist, Shay.

This isn't some big boy's toys.

This is Big Mac's blueprint for the future.

We... We need to send this everywhere.

People need to see this.

-Give me your phone.

- Mine's dead. - No, it's okay.

- I got this. - No, no, I need your phone.

What are you doing?

Shay, what are you doing?

Yeah, okay. So?

So?

Me and Lindsay hooked up, yeah. So what?

It was like weeks ago.

- How many weeks, lke? - It's okay.

It was before you and me, and it was no big deal. Well, look, come on.

It's not like you haven't had other guys before me.

Seriously?

I-1 just thought that because of the way that you came onto me that night.

That I... Shay, Shay, come on.

What the hell are you doing in here?

Okay. Okay.

“What's so funny?

I've just solved Weld's greatest unsolved crime.

And I can't tell anyone.

Do you think we should wipe it for prints?

Yeah, if it makes you happy.

~~ Ohl

So, you and Tracey, eh?

Hey? Oh, no, no, no. We're just —- just friends.

Uh-huh.

No, I'm no threat, if... If that's what you mean.

Oh, oh, no, that's not what I mean.

Uh-huh.

Hello?

~ -Constable Tom. - What? How does he know?

Sorry, I've just got to turn down the television.

- Hang up. - Okay.

- Hang up. - Sorry, you were saying?

Hey, George.

Bit of a hoo-ha, eh?

Where's Shay?

Out the back.

Being charged.

With what?

Breaking and entering, most likely.

What? Where?

The McNamara place.

Young love, eh? A license to do dumb shit.

What, so Shay and...

Ike. You didn't know?

Yeah. Well, not about the vandalism and stuff.

Vandalism? What?

The tagging and stuff. It's all new to me.

But the other stuff,

Katie asked me to keep an eye out when your girl...

Katie knew?

You dick.

Dad, listen. I...

We'll talk about this when we get home.

Come on, Shay.

Is pretty simple.

When a mystery goes unsolved, no one suffers.

Secrets, however, come with a much higher price.

Shay. I don't want to talk about it. Well, that's bad luck, because I do.

What the hell were you thinking?

Isn't this why you brought us here?

So we could start living again.

No, this not why I brought us here.

- Isn't that what you wanted? - Shay!

Well, congratulations, Dad, mission accomplished.

Go to your room!

Really?

- Dad, is that the best... - Go to your room now!

Dad, what... what happened?

Shay and Ike?

Right.

Dad, I'm sorry.

Is there anything else I should know?

- Not really. - Then go.

[ Knock on door I

Go away!

Are you okay?

You were right.

Ike is a lying, cheating...

[ Knock on door I

Come in.

I just wanted to make sure you were okay.

Tell me something, Katie.

You and I are supposed to be friends, right?

So why didn't you tell me about Shay and lke?

That's what you were getting at yesterday with the "concentrate on things closer to home" comment, right?

It wasn't my place to say anything.

She is my daughter.

I've got a right to know what's going on.

I know that. And all this was happening under my nose?

Was she...

Did you talk to her about that?

Did you tell her to... I don't know... to be careful?

To make sure she knew what she was doing?

That, you know, maybe getting involved with him

was a bad idea?

No, not really.

So you just let it go on under my nose? Hang on a minute.

‘When did Shay's choices become my responsibility?

Since you knew about it and did nothing.

Shay has made it very clear that I'm not her mother.

That leaves one parent in the mix, George, you.

So stop feeling sorry for yourself

and start dealing with your kid.

I know I should have told you, but... Don't.

I should be the one who's apologizing.

I've screwed this up, Arlo.

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