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So, can you? You know, do it with your pants on?

You want me to?

I mean, I...

I just want to know if it's actually possible.

Well...

... you gotta give me something to work with.

Well, I'm already doing it.

Hold on.

So, that changes things for you?

Hell, yeah.

(LAUGHS)

I could be pretending. You'd never know.

You're so weird.

I think I'd know.

Lean back a little.

Like this?

No.

Like this?

Yep. Like that.

- (BREATHES HEAVILY) - Is it working?

Is it working for you?

What do you think, idiot?

- I'm pretty sure it's working. - (PANTS)

(PANTS)

(PANTS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(PANTS)

(BOTH PANT)

Shit!

- It's working! - (LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS) Shit!

Fuck!

(LAUGHS)

Ohhh!

So, can you?

You know, do it with your pants on?

I mean, I just want to know if it's actually possible.

(THEME MUSIC)

- Synced and corrected by Firefly - - www.addic7ed.com -

MAN: (QUIETLY) Nassim?

Nassim? (SLAPS LIGHTLY)

Come on, this is important.

- (GROANS) No, Baba. - Come on.

(BIRDSONG)

The combination of light and temperature change

causes it to bloom before dawn.

And by tonight, it will be dead.

But there is also a biological clock that triggers the flowers.

Once the clock is set,

if I were to put it inside, in a cupboard,

it would still bloom tomorrow morning with new flowers.

Hey, Baba?

When do you know you like a girl or not?

When you like a girl?

Yeah.

When you like a girl and...

... should do something about it?

These flowers have a very short life span.

Like flowers, love can be fleeting.

If you pluck it tomorrow, it will be of no use.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Every day.

Mmm! Your mum, I tell you...

Mum's back in Beirut for a bit.

Dad made that.

If my dad made me lunch, it'd be...

I have no idea what it would be.

Barbecued chops.

Have you spoken to him yet?

About having too much schoolwork?

- I will. - (SCOFFS) Sure you will.

Have you made your move yet with that girl?

Forget about it.

You'll probably have to go behind her parents' back.

You'd hate it, you're a terrible liar.

I think you're jealous.

And what are you gonna do about it, exactly, anyway?

She's just gonna string you along

because she's obviously too afraid to do anything.

Pretty much just like you've been

since you started going on about her, by the way.

Do something about it, Nass.

(KNOCKS ON WINDOW) Oi!

- I'll ask her. - Sure you will.

I will!

Oi, Oliver! Your bag okay?

Fuck off, Nassim.

('HOBO HUMPIN' SLOBO BABE' BY WHALE PLAYS)

♪ Seeking candy on the shore ♪

♪ Lost from eyesight, keep at heart ♪

♪ Left for dead, back for more... ♪

Nice park.

Assistant Principal Dunsford.

You noticed that, huh?

Oh, yeah.

- Look what he sent me. - Ew, a penis?

- Show me, show me. - (GIRLS LAUGH)

Come on, you three.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, Dip.

So, this is embarrassing, but my folks wanted to ask

if you wanted to come beforehand, for dinner?

Dinner? Uh...

Uh, my parents are like efficiency experts when it comes to my time,

so they think if you come beforehand, for dinner,

we'll get all the chit-chat out of the way,

so that when we're studying, we're studying.

- Here, give me that phone. - Is anybody having trouble signing in?

I don't see any of you on here.

Well, actually I was thinking maybe we could meet somewhere else.

Nassim!

- Somewhere else? Where? - Give me the phone!

Hey, Jack, didn't realise you wore a helmet!

- (LAUGHTER) - Alright, alright. Settle down.

- Nassim? - Oh, just give me the phone!

- Look, man, what's your problem? - Nassim!

What the hell is that?

(LAUGHTER)

But the whole point is that

it's a space for collaborative and self-directed learning.

WOMAN: (ON PHONE) I'm telling you,

you won't be able to justify the cost of a 3-D printer,

let alone a new centre,

when your mathematics and science scores are still so low.

Oh, for fuck's sake!

- Excuse me? - Sorry, Christine.

No, I'm just... I'm trying to park my car

and bloody Ray Allum has taken my spot.

- Okay, let's talk later, then. - I'm already running late.

Jack Ryder? What... ?

Jack Ryder, where are you going?!

Hot tip.

She likes it when you use her first name.

Stop it.

I don't want to make a fool of myself.

Well, if you do, you're buying me a drink.

You'll be fine.

Just tell her what you told me and I'll take it from there.

Mr. Allum.

So, it wasn't Jack's phone?

No, it was Yolanda's.

They'd just broken up,

so she was showing the pic to her friends, who passed it around,

so I don't think you can put the blame squarely on her either.

But Nassim was the one that you caught with the phone?

The phone was being passed around and it landed on Nassim.

Believe me, Nassim is a good kid.

I don't think he knew what he had in his hand.

So, Jack, he sent this photo to Yolanda's phone

and she started passing it around your homeroom, is that correct?

You have to make sure that the details are clear for the police.

Oh... I don't think reporting them is helpful.

Mandatory reporting is there to protect everyone.

I know that, Ada, but I was just trying to clarify...

This is school policy.

Our students should know that this behaviour

can lead to suspension or expulsion.

It's only going to keep happening

if we don't take a different approach.

If West Park were to join the Focus Schools Program,

we could be more proactive about addressing this kind of behaviour

before it gets to this point.

Our teachers will be better equipped

to have discussions around consent and respect...

That would require the full support of the school governing council.

Ada, let me worry about the governing council.

Right now, Eliza, we will deal with Jack and Yolanda

within the framework that we have.

So, Jack sent this picture, correct?

Yes.

But surely, you can't expel a student

for sending a dick pic to his girlfriend?

His ex-girlfriend even.

Ray... (SIGHS)

... honestly, it's great to have you here.

Honestly.

I cannot tell you how good it is to have another male teacher on staff.

And you're so well-liked already.

But, um...

Have you been told how the car parks work here?

(CHUCKLES)

ADA: This is our student, Yolanda Green.

They just want to have a few words with you, okay?

- Yep. - We'll head in this room. Yeah.

You're okay. You're okay.

(GASPS)

- GIRL: Mum! - Just a sec, Rose.

(MUTTERS) Shit. (SIGHS)

Shit!

Shit!

Rosie, just come here for a minute.

Help me out here, will you?

Are you stuck?

Oh!

- Can I try it on? - Well, not if I can't get it off.

(WHISPERS) Let's not tell your dad about this, okay?

- Where is he, anyway? - He's working. He's got a big case on.

- And, so, why are you going out? - I did tell you.

I've got your brother's parent-teacher meeting.

Oh, can I come?

You've been begging me for ages to stay home alone.

- (DOORBELL RINGS) - I'll get it.

I hope you haven't ordered pizza, Rosie.

Shit!

You didn't wear the dress.

(CHUCKLES) It's beautiful.

Oh, it's perfect.

So perfect, in fact, that I thought I might save it for...

... a particular fundraiser.

- You got the gig. Did you? - (CHUCKLES)

Wow. Now I really wish you were wearing that dress.

- (CHUCKLES) - We are celebrating.

Oh, actually, I've...

I've got to be at the parent-teacher meeting in 40 minutes.

Yeah, it's fine. I'll come too.

- Really? - Yeah.

- It's important. - Ah!

- Come on. We'll drink fast. - Okay.

(BOYS CHATTER AND SHOUT)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- We are so late. - (LAUGHS) I know.

We're... we're gonna get detention. (LAUGHS)

- You're tipsy. - If I'm tipsy, you're drunk.

- G'day, mate. - Hello, darling.

- You're late. - I'm... sorry.

- You're always late. - Oh, mate, come on.

Cut your mum some slack, alright? She's a busy lady.

What's the matter with you? You a little nervous, are you?

Do you know why you shouldn't be nervous?

'Cause you smell... so good!

Come and have a smell of this boy!

He smells so good!

- What's his name again? - It's Mr. Templeton.

You just need to be aware that there will always be a concern

about Andy managing the academic breadth of the baccalaureate

alongside the somewhat prosaic demands

of the high-school soccer team.

Oh, what do you want us to do... ask him to stop?

- No, I think what Mr Templeton... - Shouldn't you be calling it football?

- Excuse me? - No, just you know...

You know what I mean.

It's just, you know,

if the school wants its students to be internationally minded,

shouldn't you be calling it football instead of soccer?

- I have no idea. It's not my field. - Yeah, mine either.

People always think it's the fathers

who push their sons into playing particular sports

but I had nothing to do with it, did I, mate?

I mean, it's... he chose football

just like he chose to do the bacca...

... baccalaureate.

Didn't... didn't you? I mean, the boy,

you know, he thrives on the pressure.

- Doesn't he? - Mm.

He loves the competition. He's like me.

You know, I've always got to have at least a couple of plates spinning

at any given moment, just to, you know... just to keep my balance.

- (CHUCKLES) - Don't I, babe?

Yes, he does. Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

Football's not your realm?

- Oh, yeah... - Oh, liar!

Look at these guys. Two mums.

Wonder what they did with the poor dad.

Probably ate him after the act.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

It's a ridiculous uniform policy.

And I can't believe they felt the need to raise it at the meeting.

Girls should have the option of wearing shorts or pants.

- What year is this? - You should put in a complaint, Zoe.

- Organise a protest! - Mm-hm? You think so?

BOTH: Yeah.

Are you sure you want to stay at your dad's tonight?

What's he gonna feed you?

He probably hasn't even unpacked yet.

- Was Sam working tonight? - So many questions.

Oh, well, we've packed a few of your things just in case, honey.

- And some food. - (LAUGHS) Okay...

I'll be fine!

Alright.

Dad?

(DOOR OPENS)

Zoe?

Hi.

Computer, lights on.

It's nice, huh?

(CHUCKLES)

(INDIAN MUSIC PLAYS)

Am I too early?

MAN: Someone's been screwing with my bloody power cords.

Ignore him.

He always tries to swear, but not really swear,

in front of English-speaking guests.

They're both a little stressed.

What are all these for?

For our anniversary party! Huh?

I tell you, Nassim, 25 beautiful bloody years, I tell you.

Please don't buy any more.

Hey, how's the mathematics coming along?

It's terrible. But, um, Dip's really helping so...

Ah.

Mummy, we're going to study in my room.

Yes, you can study in your room

because we trust you.

I know you said maybe you wanted to study elsewhere,

but that would have been hard.

Unless it's the library or Josephine's house.

Anywhere else requires a two-hour debate.

Maybe even a two-part debate spread over a few nights.

What about the beach?

The beach?

I remember you saying you like the beach.

I do.

Well, I was thinking... of going to the beach some time.

When?

Um...

How about tomorrow?

After school?

Dinner.

Ooh!

- Look at her! - No way!

- Left. - What?

I mean, what chance does anyone have with this?

Ruled by bad algorithms and statistics.

29?

Hmm, I'm not so sure about that.

(SIGHS)

- She could be fun. Look. - Left!

- She's got a pug! - Left, left, left.

What?! Oh, my God, what is wrong with you?!

(CHUCKLES)

She can't just expel him.

What, Jack Ryder?

The policy's pretty clear.

The policy's crazy.

Suspending Yolanda is crazy.

We should never have taken it to De Rossi.

Ada needs to be open to a more preventative approach.

There are other ways.

Obviously caught her in a bit of a bad mood.

Yeah, could that be because a certain assistant principal

neglected to tell me I'd taken the principal's car park?

Well, I mean, we finally got that drink, though, didn't we?

Anyway, we should be giving our kids the benefit of the doubt.

We should be respecting what they're going through.

It is tough connecting with them.

Well, respect and connection aren't necessarily the same thing.

I'm sorry, but these Adelaide kids...

... you have had it easy.

Oh, you did not just go there.

Well, is that why you moved to Adelaide?

Sydney kids too tough for you?

My father was a teacher.

Mathematics too. He just retired.

He said that kids don't remember what you try to teach them...

... but they do remember what you are.

(MESSAGE ALERTS POP)

(ZOE CHUCKLES ON VIDEO RECORDING)

(BOTH GASP)

Bedroom, bedroom, bedroom.

(RAY PANTS)

Oh!

Ooh! What are you doing?

Oh, come on.

You do not want to be a man who's uncomfortable about that.

Trust me.

Do you trust me?

Oh!

(PANTS)

(BOTH GASP)

So, why did you move to Adelaide?

Do you really want to know?

- I demand to. - (SNORTS)

Or are you worried I won't respect you in the morning?

At the start of, um, a new class,

I like to give my students a letter

just sort of introducing myself,

some detail about my life, humanising myself.

And, uh... I ask the students to do the same,

to give me a letter back, if they want to.

Some don't, but... some do.

And later, they are genuinely surprised

that I remember something about them.

And they're grateful for that small connection.

But at my last school in Sydney, one of my students,

she was this really sweet kid,

super-engaged, never any trouble...

... she handed me back her letter...

... in which she basically professed her love to me.

Holy shit.

Anyway, I had a choice.

I either report it, try and explain to the school

that she completely misread all my interactions with her, or I just...

... ignore it and leave.

What, you left?

Jesus.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, you.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Wow. Relax. We're at work. I'm not gonna jump you.

Right. I know, sorry.

Okay.

Although, I am troubled you haven't sent me a dick pic yet.

What... ?

- (HEAVY BREATHING ON PHONE) - Nice.

That's Zoe Hunt-Laskaris?

You should upload it.

- I'm not gonna share it. - Oh, you like her!

She's so frickin' annoying, though.

More annoying than you?

She never shuts up in class, and now we have to hear her during lunch.

What's she doing?

Protesting in the SEM building.

Something about school uniform policy.

I told you she was annoying.

ZOE: (OVER LOUDSPEAKER) Uniforms for all! Girls like pants!

How can we expect gender equality

if we can't even wear the same uniforms?

Here. No? Alright, that's democracy.

ALL CHANT: Uniforms for all! Girls like pants!

Uniforms for all! Girls like pants!

Uniforms for all! Girls like pants!

Girls like pants! Girls like pants! Girls like pants!

Girls like pants! Girls like pants! Girls like pants!

(SIMONE LAUGHS)

Is that where those wrinkles come from, is it?

I know. So, this is the... this is the colour...

Show me the drinks menu. I like this.

Which is kind of... (LAUGHS)

I'd like one of each. What's your favourite?

The French, I think.

Oh. It's my son.

Hi. I'll be home by seven at the latest.

- You okay? - Who's he?

Robert. He's a colleague.

What's wrong, sweetheart?

- You're flirting with him. - No, I'm not!

I'm not flirting with him.

Don't lie to me. I saw you.

I can assure you, I was not flirting with him.

You think I'm stupid.

Oh, thank God you're here!

Take me away from this tedium.

- Got everything? - Yep. See ya, Mum.

Okay.

Andy?

What?

Do you want me to take Rosie to swimming lessons or not?

(PHONE RINGS)

Hi, Baba.

I'm at the beach.

Hey, um, actually, Dad, I gotta go.

I love you.

(LAUGHS)

Don't look, okay?

Don't look.

Hey, at least you remembered to bring your bathers.

Wait for it.

- (LAUGHS) - Don't laugh.

I can't get beach hair.

If I did, my parents would definitely know.

I like it.

(LAUGHS) Are you ready?

You go first.

I can't really swim.

So hold your breath.

(BUBBLING)

(COUGHS)

And again.

(BUBBLING)

Okay, put your head back.

- Don't drop me. - I won't. I'm not gonna drop you.

I've got you.

(COUGHS)

Are you okay?

You go first.

I just, um...

I'm just gonna...

I just need a little bit of time.

No, no, no. You can't do that.

No, stop, stop, stop.

Don't look. Don't look. Stop!

Have you spoken to Andy tonight?

Don't think so.

He hasn't said anything to you?

Nah. Why?

Today, at work, he... accused me of flirting.

- Flirting? - (GROANS)

Well, I was with Robert, for the fundraiser.

I mean, we're close, we're friends even,

but I can assure you, I was not flirting.

Are you sure?

'Cause I've seen the way he looks at you.

What do you mean?

I've seen the way Robert looks at you.

And the way that you look at him.

Yeah...

(WHISPERS) That look.

- (SIGHS) - That look.

Jesus.

You could have...

... any man you wanted with that look.

Stop it.

This look is just for you, Nicholas Luke.

(WHISPERS) Put the dress on.

- I'm saving it. - Oh, for Robert?

Come on, come on.

Put the dress on.

I want to see you in that fucking dress.

Why don't you fuck me in this first?

('PUNJABI YOUTH' BY BHANGRA BOYS PLAYS)

(PHONE ALERT CHIMES)

(CLICK!)

(PHONE ALERTS CHIME)

Where were you yesterday?

I rode.

Nassim Bitar rode?

That's a long way for a skinny, unfit Leb.

Borsik... taz... bakar?

- You have no idea what you're saying, do you? - No.

Bus teez bayak.

I cannot remember what that means.

How old were we when you taught me?

- Pff... Eight? - Eight. Yeah, eight.

This girl is getting you pretty wound up.

I told you, she's just stringing you along.

Why are you still drooling over her? It's not gonna go anywhere.

That's not true.

- It's 100% true. - It's not.

I met up with her yesterday.

That's why I rode.

- Prove it. - Why?

You know what?

I could be driving to school right now.

I don't know why I'm even catching the bus with you anymore.

Andy?

Andy?!

Andy, come on.

(PHONE BLEEPS)

(PHONE BLEEPS)

Hot!

- She's so hot! - I know.

Hey, what does it mean again? Busek... baya...

- Bus teez bayak? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- It means kiss your dad's arse! - Yes!

SANDEEP: Bloody everything goes missing in this house!

Ravneet, have you seen the power cords?

I have not.

Ah, Nassim, what do you think about the lights, my friend?

- Beautiful. - Papa, stop showing off.

Okay, I'm going to unplug your lights, okay?

Stop going into my room! We need to study.

Seriously, Nassim, I do not know where he puts anything.

There's a drawer full of string!

Nothing but string!

Hey...

What's this?

Amandip?

I went to the beach.

- When? - Yesterday.

Huh.

Me and Josephine.

Sandeep!

We swam for five minutes.

Five minutes.

I did. I always need to study.

You lied to us!

So... if I had asked, what would you have said?

(TUTS)

This is the problem.

(PHONE RINGING TONE)

WOMAN: (ON PHONE) Sis. What have they done now?

(SOBS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

RAY: Okay, settle down.

Settle down, please!

(STUDENTS QUIETEN)

Is Dip here today?

- Dip told me she was gonna be late. - Alright.

Hey, new rules in my house.

Nassim, get off your phone.

Don't make me ask again.

What?

(STUDENTS LAUGH)

Hey.

What's got you so cocky this morning?

Is it your birthday? Your birthday's coming up, right?

You gonna get your Ps?

When is your birthday?

11th of May.

- Why? - Nassim, I love you, man,

but you gotta be smarter.

(BELL RINGS)

You need to delete it.

Now.

And change your password.

Let me tell you as someone with a little insider knowledge,

being your teacher and everything...

you are fucking up.

If you want to be doing what you say you want to be doing,

like passing specialist mathematics, then you need to step up.

I'm getting a little weary of defending you, Nassim.

I'm not gonna report you.

Thank you.

But I'm taking your phone as punishment.

- You can pick it up in the morning. - But...

Nassim, do not make me weary.

What will I tell my dad?

You could tell him the truth.

Just tell him it's a strategy to make sure you pass your maths test.

Go.

RAMI: Nassim!

Nassim?!

Yeah, Baba.

Mr. Allum has it.

Your phone?

What did you do to the morning glory?

It's a weed. It would have taken over this whole patch.

Have to give other plants a go.

Why does your teacher have your phone?

We're, um... we're trying something... to help me study.

No distractions.

I've been trying to call you all day.

I told your mother I would look after you.

I need to know where you are.

When's she coming back?

I don't know.

Your grandfather is still very sick.

- Hey, stop it! - What?!

Have you called up about the internet yet? It's so slow.

Want to come with me to the pool?

Can't. I've got too much work to do.

- Take a break. Have a swim. - I can't, Mum!

I got nothing done at Dad's.

Uh-huh, but I bet there's fast internet there, right?

So?

If I'd had what you have now,

I would have watched all the girl-on-girl double-dildo action

the internet had to offer.

Made for creepy straight men!

You could at least talk to my daughter about feminist porn.

20 minutes of foreplay and soft lighting I am all up for in real life,

but online is totally different.

My personal barometer is, "Can I masturbate to it?"

- Jada! - (LAUGHS)

You're going to the pool.

- You're coming to the pool. - I can't.

Oi, we're going to the pool.

Come to the pool, come to the pool.

- Okay, fine, we'll go to the pool. - We're going to the pool!

Bye!

I have a right to be, so...

(LAUGHS) Why are you so grumpy?

Is that your mum?

My mum's girlfriend.

Pregnant with... ?

They're having it together.

You know, I was sort of wondering how that all worked.

- (GIRL SQUEALS) - That's my sister, Rosie.

- (SHOUTING) - The loud one.

- They're both pretty loud. - True.

Are you going to Jasper Owens' party on the weekend?

You don't have to try, you know?

Try what?

Don't feel like you have to include me in your social life.

I don't know who Jasper Owens is.

What do you mean? He's in our year.

Yeah, see? We run in very different circles, you and me.

I have my, like, two friends and you have...

... your soccer team or whatever you have.

I don't know.

So, that's why we don't talk?

You couldn't bear to be seen with all the jocks?

No.

I'm just saying that

you don't really want me to go to a stupid party, do you?

And I'm saying I'm fine with that.

Well, you could've just said you didn't want to come to the party.

I was just trying to make conversation with you, anyway.

ROSIE: Andy! Come on!

Lindsay's getting jealous!

- LINDSAY: Shut up! - (ROSIE LAUGHS)

(CLICK!)

(MESSAGE ALERT CHIMES)

(MESSAGE ALERT CHIMES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(MESSAGE ALERT CHIMES)

(MESSAGE ALERT CHIMES)

(SIGHS)

(MESSAGE ALERT CHIMES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

ANDY: They're not supposed to know.

When you put stuff up at school, people wonder where it came from.

- Admit it, Andy. - Or what?

Or I'll report you.

You're going to tell a teacher

that you were having a wank on the webcam?

I've seen the website.

- What website? - Oh, drop the act.

What will your parents say when they find out

you put a naked photograph of your classmate on the internet?

NICK: Give us your laptop. And your phone.

What about Dip? She needs to be told.

Let's just wait until the photo is down.

- Did you do what I asked? - Yes, Romeo.

You're not the only one dealing with shit right now.

All I did was send it to one person.

It was meant just for you.

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