Original subtitles

Katie, um...

Katie, uh, Katie.

Katie.

Katie, Katie.

Oh, my god.

So now we know what the other things on your mind are.

Katie's not usually like that.

Your ability to move on still astounds me.

You must be joking.

How can I ever move on when I've got stuff like this

dumped on me all the time, is it ever going to end?

That's my point, for Roger and me, never.

Our daughter was taken away from us forever.

We can't replace her with a burlesque act.

That's not fair.

Don't talk to me about fair.

What do you think we're trying to do here?

Get some justice.

Look, look, Arlo's in a tricky patch at the moment.

Shay's just come out of one. She's painting again, she seems happy.

It's too much to ask.

That's not up to you to decide.

- It blood well is. - Come on you two.

She was their mother,

you want the man who killed her to walk free?

Of course I don't.

George, what are you doing about this letter?

I'm getting there.

You and Shay and Arlo need to write victim impact statements

before the parole board meets.

If you miss the deadline he could get out early, George.

I'm writing mine. I'm trying to.

But the kids...

Will want justice, like us, so tell them.

Eat your heart out, 'Thelma and Louise'.

God, I love that film. Can we please go to Mexico?

I don't know. Do you think Big Mac will let us take his car that far?

Who cares. We'll be drinking margaritas by the sea, mamacita.

Hey, slow down.

- Not by too much. - We're gonna pick him up.

No, no, no, no. Dad will go ape if he knows we picked up a hitchhiker.

So don't tell him. The worst he can do is steal

6000 dollars after giving Thelma a very, very good time.

Hi, where you headed?

- Weld. - Really? Why?

Spur of the moment mission.

Sounds good, get in.

I'm Thelma and this here is Louise.

I'm Joe.

It's nice to meet you.

Katie, I know you're in there.

No, I'm not.

I'm in a big hole that opened up in the floor

and swallowed me up.

Please come out.

I've never seen that side of you before.

You've just been a bit grumpy lately, and I...

I thought that it might cheer you up.

Under normal circumstances it would have.

Believe me.

Sorry for being grumpy.

It's just... there's something that I need to talk

- to you about and... - Hey.

Are we still going to the boat club for dinner?

Ah, yeah, yeah. Yeah. Good point.

Yeah. Shay's meeting us there

so we'd better get moving.

Mum, why is there glitter on your neck?

This is from a school project.

- Thanks for the ride. - Pleasure.

Guess I'll see you around again.

Can't really avoid it in this town.

Right, then, I'll see you later.

The kind thing to do is to ask him

if he wants to stay in our place.

Since when do care about doing the kind thing?

Since, um, him.

We're not inviting a perfect stranger into our home.

He's an Aussie like you, practically family.

I don't think so somehow.

He's to getting your art buzz back.

Yeah. Would you like an oil painting with a pound of plums?

Sean says Brenda thinks it's a great idea for me

to sell my work at the superstore.

We commend your entrepreneurial spirit, don't we, George?

Yes, yes. Of course.

So any chance of a small investment?

Siouxsie took me to the arts place, we were in Stafford today. Ka-ching.

Anything inspiring?

You could say that.

Of course, Shay, whatever you need.

Thanks, Dad.

Here you go.

Still nothing?

Nothing.

When I'm president, I'm gonna get Weld a new flag

and make everyone plant tulips.

That's woman stuff. We don't need more women stuff.

I think Fiona is gonna make a great president.

You're from Stafford and you don't get to vote.

You know I've always fancied myself as president of something.

- You nominating yourself? - Damn right.

I second you. The race is on.

Another rum and cola. Make it a double and make it snappy.

Sorry, Mr McNamara, I'm not allowed to serve intoxicated patrons.

Who you calling a patron here, foetus?

Give me another drink.

Nope.

Dad? Make this girl do what I say.

Oh, god. Give me new children.

She's right though, Bill Junior. Time for nigh nighs, eh?

I'm a grown up, Monty. I want another drink.

Hey!

God.

Hey, are you OK? That must have hurt.

I'm fine.

Sorry, Bill, we usually aim higher on the customer service front.

- I thought her aim was spot on. - That's assault.

- Someone call Tom. - Oh, come on, Bill.

Is that necessary?

Who died and made you the moral majority?

Well, no-one, but you overstepped the mark.

You got a licking from a teenage girl.

- Why don't you just leave it alone? - I'll give you are licking.

Oh, that'll solve all our problems, won't it?

You know what our problem is, George?

It's that pint-sized little brat and her jabby little fist.

Oh, for god's sake, Bill. Grow up.

We're adults, we're supposed to protect our children

- not throw them to the wolves. - Dad.

Don't you dare talk to me like I'm some half-baked killer.

- Don't act like one. - Stop it, all of you.

Everyone get back in your boxes.

Poppy, we need to talk. The rest of you, shoo.

I've been decking booze hounds in the outback since I was eight.

Yeah but you're not in the outback any more, Poppy. You're in Weld.

Yeah, thanks for reminding me.

What's with the attitude?

It's OK, I kind of get it.

- Yeah, well, Trace, I don't. - It's not about Bill Jr, is it?

It's bigger picture.

Can't a girl punch someone in the face without everyone making

a federal case out of it?

Kind of not, Pops.

OK? You're gonna have to get along with people.

Well, maybe I have standards,

and maybe the people that I have met in this town

aren't living up to them.

So sue me, OK, or arrest me or... whatever.

I'm going to bed.

Hi.

Hey, I thought you were taking Billy home.

Yeah, I dropped him at Zac's instead.

I wasn't gonna sleep a wink

without coming to tell you how sorry I am.

How sorry you are?

Yeah, it was my fault you were so wound up.

I should never have watched '9 And A Half Weeks' again.

I know that there's something going on with you

and now I've got you in trouble with Roger and Trish,

and if I could go back and keep my shirt on...

Katie, Katie. It's not you.

He could get out of jail after only two years?

Half a sentence, bloody criminal. Unless we stop him.

No wonder you've been so upset. Why didn't you tell me?

Because it's been so good...

..and now here I am being dragged back

into the same old nightmare.

But... we're partners.

If it happens to you it happens to me.

We really struggled to accept that Laura's life was only worth

four years in jail in the first place and now it might only be two.

You must feel ripped off.

I feel ripped apart. That's what he did, he tore my life.

If I'd just held onto her a little longer,

just a few more seconds,

he would have driven past and she would...

not have been in front of him.

It's OK.

He handed us a life sentence that day.

Just write it all down.

- Again? - And the kids?

Well, I guess I'm going to have to ask them to do the same.

'I don't want to be angry, I want to be happy

'but whenever I get close happiness moves further away.'

Look at them.

Don't they ever get sick of rolling in?

Crashing down day after week,

after a month, after a year?

It's exhausting.

Don't they ever want to stop?

Be still?

You're talking about the waves?

Yes, Woody, I'm talking about the waves.

I don't think they have much of a choice, mate.

I'll see you later, eh?

'Two years on, nothing for us has changed.

'My wife is still dead.

'My children still don't have a mother.

'No one will ever be able to sign a piece of paper saying

'our punishment is over because it never will be.

'You think the anger will make you feel better, that it will feed you,

'but it doesn't. You feed it.

Two years? How could they even be considering that?

It's the system. He's a 55-year-old man with no prior convictions

and a model prisoner, that's how it works.

- I feel sick. - I feel pissed off.

That's why we have to have our say. Roger and Trisha, I am.

We might actually be able to stop him getting out.

By dragging it all up again?

God, I can't do it.

You have to, I mean. Two years for our mum's life.

Do you think that's fair?

What's fair got to do with it?

Very little.

You have to do what you think's right, Shay,

there's no pressure.

No, he was texting.

He ran a red light and sped through

a pedestrian crossing without breaking.

He never gave mum a chance so why should we?

Writing some dumb report won't bring her back.

He has to pay. I'm so doing it.

Count me out.

I wish you'd been there.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't really know if you wanted me there.

Is it weird me wanting your help

to deal with my kids over something like this?

No! I told you. I'm in. Boats and all.

There are probably some things I don't really understand.

Like what?

Like how it feels to lose someone you love like that.

Like...

If you can ever really get over it,

the whole... life sentence thing.

Aren't you all overlooking the obvious choice for president?

I couldn't possibly, Sean. Too many fingers, too many pies.

I don't mean you, I mean the man with the magic rubber stamp

- and the cords of red tape. - I had a pair of red cords once.

Back in the day, flares.

I know the Stafford constitution backwards,

actually makes more sense that way.

Don't get me started on the bylaws.

We won't.

You nominating yourself, are you sure?

Precisely.

Second it, mate.

Three-way race.

Now it's getting interesting.

Hey. What's been happening?

Zac and Sean are now fighting

Fiona for the presidency of Weld.

- And you had a visitor. - I did? Who?

He wouldn't leave his name or say what he wanted.

- He was hot. - Thanks, Lindsay.

16 emails from Sean.

Yeah, now that he's in the race

he wants to share a few suggestions

on how we cover the election.

He does knows it's not a real election?

It's Weld, George. Our 'real' is different.

Start planning your celebration. Get up, Brenda.

Victory will soon be mine.

Yes, of course the baby's more important.

Give a little man a little power...

Sorry.

Sean, the election?

I think it's gone to his head.

Oh, you're right.

Are you OK?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

I've just got to go.

Thanks for that.

It's lovely.

I take requests so whatever you want to hear.

And give us a smile.

I'm a bit short on those today, sorry.

Well, look who we have here.

Ladies.

You OK?

A bit better.

I'm so sorry. If there's anything I can do to help...

I don't know, maybe things are starting to look up.

Oh, do you guys know each other?

Meet Joe, the only person who has ever hitchhiked to Weld

and not kept going.

Nice to meet you, Joe. See you later.

So, one night in Weld wasn't enough.

Where are you staying tonight?

At the bus stop unless business picks up.

If he was gonna murder someone he would have done it by now.

- Meaning? - Can't he stay at ours?

Please?

Sure. Why not?

It's like we're never allowed to let it go.

That's exactly how Shay feels, and I'm right there with her,

except I am trying to write a statement.

- And? - There's so much I want to say

but none of it is making it out of the pit of my stomach.

Well... maybe your local, highly skilled editor can help.

Why don't you give me what you've got?

It's pretty much the same as last time.

We got a life sentence, why shouldn't he.

We have to live in this hell forever, why shouldn't...

Where is it? Look, don't worry. Katie can tell me if it reads OK.

You're not going to let Katie read it.

Why not? It's not a newspaper story, I don't need an editor.

No, that's not what I mean. Life sentence, never-ending hell.

George, there are some things you cannot say to your new girlfriend.

Is that the clang of a penny dropping?

It's OK.

He handed us a life sentence that day.

I already did.

Did what?

Say those things to Katie.

George!

So help yourself to anything in the fridge,

if you can find anything,

and this is where you'll be sleeping.

Hey, Louise. Nice hospital corners.

Yeah, Louise, you can tidy up the bathroom when you've finished.

Take that, Thelma.

We could have a pillow fight or could crack open the duty-free.

Is that tequila?

We can make margaritas, mamacita.

What else is in a margarita?

Limes, triple sec, ice.

We have none of the above.

Shots it is, then. I'll get the egg cups.

We don't stretch to shot glasses.

I'm not really much of a drinker these days, so...

Then why did you buy it?

In case I needed to thank a couple of kiwis

for saving me from 'Bates Motel'.

We're real angels, Thelma and me.

I can tell.

The facts and figures back me up but nothing I write down

ends up saying what I want.

Which is?

That I had the most amazing mother in the world.

If only she could stand up in front of the parole board

and say that for herself.

If they could hear her speak

and see what a real-life, amazing person she was.

Not just some rote old statistic.

I'm sorry you have to go through this again, Arlo.

It's breaking my heart, Trace.

Being a teenager's supposed to be fun.

Yeah, I had trouble at her age.

But I had girl friends, we got our fun from boy bashing.

Can we do something? Shall I take her quad biking, ziplining?

Maybe we could join a father-daughter rugby team.

- Is that a thing? - We could start one.

My old man used to say there is nothing

a good contacts book can't fix.

I come with this plus two ears and two shoulders

to find out what in the hell is the matter.

That's very sweet but I'm fine.

I don't think that you are.

I'm happy, I'm so happy.

Yeah, you look really happy.

Because then something like this happens and reminds me

the reason I'm so happy is because George is here with me.

And... the reason George is here with me is because... Laura died.

Katie.

I'm ridiculously happy because a woman died.

No, you can't say that. You can't think like that.

I know.

Lying awake feeling guilty can't change it...

..but neither can writing these victim impact reports.

You don't think they should write them?

I'm watching George and Shay and Arlo.

Turning themselves inside out and

I don't think that it's good for them

going through it all again.

Fair enough.

I think it might be better if they just let it go.

Anyway, it doesn't matter what I think

because I can't say anything, I don't have any right.

Finding your place in a ready-made family is tricky.

It is.

But not saying what you really think is tricky too.

Margaritas are a bust,

but thanks to the neighbour's inventory

we can still do a bit of lick, sip and suck.

So first, lick the salt.

And then... Oh, god.

What? You haven't even sniffed the tequila yet.

Bad pie, eugh!

I told you 'D' did not stand

for delicious on the hygiene certificate.

Is she OK?

For someone who ate a day-old meat pie that came from

a questionable source in the first place...

Suddenly this seems like a really bad idea.

Sure we can think of something else to do.

Boardgame.

Well done.

Yeah!

- Famous. - Yes!

Go fetch!

You need fetching?

No, I just need to talk to you.

Yeah, and I need to talk to you.

Probably about the same thing so maybe I should go first

- and we can nip this in the bud. - OK.

All the stuff I've been saying to you about living a life sentence

and wishing I could go back, I wasn't thinking Katie.

I'm so sorry. They were just words, I didn't mean to hurt you.

I won't lie, it does hurt a bit but...

- I get it. - Yeah.

Maybe I just need to learn to keep some stuff to myself.

No! That's what I've been doing and that's not a very good system.

Alright, how do we get around this?

It's not going to be easy but...

if we promise to say what's going on

and how we're feeling, no matter what?

Even if we're scared it'll land the wrong way and maybe ruin everything?

We trust each other, it won't.

I trust you with my life, Katie Bell.

I trust you with mine, George Turner.

Gonna be fine.

These parole board statements are like a big full stop.

I can feel it. Once we send them off, we'll be free.

I reckon if the word looks OK it is OK.

Spelling's for nerds anyway.

Try telling my brother that.

- You've just got the one? - Mmm.

I have four.

I do not know if I could handle four.

Actually, they're kind of cool.

There's anyone that's hard to deal with, it's probably me.

I find that hard to believe.

You do?

Yeah. You can sing, you can cook, you did the dishes.

What's not to like?

You like me?

So far, so good.

How about now.

Even better.

And now.

I like you too, Louise.

My name's not actually Louise.

It's not?

Yeah, we were just kidding around.

Yeah, I did not know that we would end up here.

I'm glad we did.

So, not Louise.

Who are you?

I'm an Aussie like you, actually.

Yeah? I didn't pick up an accent.

Maybe 'cause I've been here a couple of years

but I grew up in Sydney.

My dad brought us here just after my mum died.

Oh, OK.

- And my name is Shay Turner. - Shay!

And that is Siouxsie McNamara, be back in a minute.

- Help me, I'm dying! - Oh, poor baby. What do you need?

To stop being a fake vegan.

Meat is the devil. Eugh, I see meat!

New bucket, some towels?

Yes, please. Now.

That is one sick puppy.

Joe?

You're up early.

I couldn't sleep.

- Working on your statement? - Working on my life.

Oh, my goodness,

that sounds serious.

It kind of is.

Life can be short, we know that better than anyone. Right, Dad?

What? I don't know where you're heading with this but... yeah.

I'm going to sort things out with Poppy, today.

Yeah, I have to do.

Because what if these end up being our last days

and we're not even talking to each other.

These aren't your last days.

No, hopefully not, but I'm going to fix things anyways.

You're a good man, Arlo Turner.

So he just kissed and ran?

Yeah, when I was getting your bucket.

Yeah, which has holes in it, by the way.

- I'm a really good kisser. - I'll take your word for it.

Do you think it's because I told him I wasn't really Louise?

The fact that he never guessed makes me wonder about his mental capacity.

Yeah, but he was smart and funny

and sexy and we were totally going there.

Joe...

..what happened to you last night?

I had to go.

Go where?

Just somewhere else.

But I thought we were having fun.

Yeah, I just wasn't into it.

Really, it kinda didn't feel that way.

I changed my mind.

Well, what a guy.

Yeah, I'm a prick.

Not gonna argue.

I mean this is bull. What did I actually do? We were good to you.

You didn't do anything.

Alright? You're perfect and I'm a piece of crap

and you don't want to know.

Actually I do.

I came here 'cause I thought I could fix something and I met you

and thought I might actually end up enjoying myself along the way,

but that can't happen because you're the last person in the world

I could ever possibly be with.

What are you talking about?

I'm Drew Satino.

Nick Satino is my dad.

Nick Satino?

The man who ran your mum down.

- I'm so sorry. - Why are you here?

It was a spur of the moment thing.

Bought a plane ticket, my dad's up for early release.

I just wanted to talk to you guys.

Oh, my god. Your mission was my family?

I just wanted to talk.

And what was I? You bastard.

Hey, hey, hey.

- Bastard! - Shay!

What, you want sympathy from us? Is that it?

- Shay, don't. - Get lost, Ike.

You are sick. Your family has done enough.

Hey, hey, hey. What's going on?

Meet Joe Satino, Dad, the son of Nick Satino.

The man who killed Mum.

I'm sorry I shouldn't have come.

I didn't know who you were, Shay, I swear.

I really am sorry.

Do you want to tell me what happened?

Nothing.

It's just there was such a spark between you guys.

I noticed it yesterday when he was busking.

Oh, god.

It's OK.

I didn't know who he was.

Did you sleep with him?

I was going to.

We were messing around...

..but then he found out who I was and bailed on me.

You've got nothing to be ashamed of.

You did nothing wrong.

What did he think would happen?

He turns up out of the blue to do his father's bidding.

It's a pretty gutsy move.

But we've been through enough, Ike.

Yeah, look, I understand why you're so angry.

I'm not angry, I'm furious.

Every time we try to move on, Laura, the van driver, now his son,

- it comes back to haunt us. - , George.

That's what you need.

- What is it? - Goodwill to all men.

It's a precious gift.

Me show goodwill to the man who took my wife away?

I'm just saying, from what I saw...

..you're not the only one that's going through a rough time.

Joe?

I'll get these.

Also, I forgot to pay for a tin of baked beans last time I was here.

- You forgot? - Yeah.

So I'll pay for them now.

Didn't think I'd see you again.

Why not?

Because oinky little jillaroos who go around punching people

should go back to where they belong.

I know he's your dad, Lindsay, but he was asking for it, I was there.

I'm sorry, is there some annoying fly buzzing round me?

Leave him alone.

Or what? You'll punch me too? Animal.

Insect.

Poppy.

OK, look, I know that you don't want to talk to me,

or have anything to do with me,

but I'm really, truly sorry for what I did.

If I could go back and do things differently I would.

Well, you can't. So go away and leave me alone.

I hate that you're not my friend any more.

So now Arlo's stuck between the queen of mean

and the girl of his dreams and it's making it sucky for everyone.

The old girlfriend sandwich, eh?

Mum, I'm hungry.

Yeah, we should go home for dinner.

Just a second.

Hi.

You must be hungry.

Should have nicked a can opener as well.

I paid for those beans so technically you didn't nick them.

You did?

Why?

You do not want to mess with Weld law enforcement,

anything could happen.

Everything already has.

Shay told me about you and her.

- I'm a friend of the Turners. - I just want to get out of this town.

Not much chance of that at this time.

Another night under the stars, then.

No, it's too cold.

Why don't you stay at my place tonight?

I'll cook you some dinner and we can talk.

Here you go.

Hey, it's me.

Katie.

You know how you said you trusted me?

Yeah?

I need you to come over to my place with the kids.

Now? Why?

I'll explain when you get here, just come.

OK.

What's going on?

I'm sorry but you wouldn't have come if I told you he was here.

Screw this, I'm not staying.

- Just, just give me a moment. - I'm sorry?

Your dad and I made a pact

to be honest with each other and say what we're feeling.

That's your business.

I didn't come here to cause you guys any more hurt.

I didn't grow up in a nice place like this.

Big family, not a lot of money and we ate a lot of beans.

My mum and dad, they were always working so I was left

with my little brothers. Pissed me off.

So I started getting into a bit of trouble at school.

I ended up really losing the plot.

Are we really going to listen to this sob story?

Just let him talk, Shay.

I started to hang around with the wrong bunch of guys,

just getting wasted all the time and then one day I got it wrong.

Vodka pills, not on purpose, I just wanted to be wasted

so I didn't have to feel anything and...

It's OK, Joe.

My little brother found me, he thought I was dead.

So he freaked out and he called my dad and that was the day...

Mum died.

Dad was racing home.

He was texting Mum to get there and...

he didn't see the red light.

He didn't see your mum.

I know you probably won't believe me, my dad's a good person.

He worked hard, every day, and loves his kids.

Never would have hurt a fly.

The guilt, it rips him apart every day.

It will forever. It's not his fault.

It's mine.

I'm sorry.

Shame you're not the one in jail then, isn't it?

- Shay. - No, she's right.

For my mum and my brothers it is.

I wish I was the one inside.

They don't need me. They need him.

I just wanted you to know that my dad is a good man

and he made a big mistake because of his shitty son.

So please...

don't hate him.

Hate me.

That is not a problem.

Thanks for telling us your story, Joe.

We're going to go.

'No one chooses tragedy.

'It comes whether you like it or not.

'Just like the waves.

'Fate makes fools, often angry ones, of us all.

'But that doesn't mean that we can't be masters of our own destiny

'and on very rare occasions masters of someone else's.

'Goodwill, as a wise man once said, is a precious gift.'

- I was thinking about the waves. - Yeah?

You know, I reckon if they could they would stop.

You all right?

Yeah...

I think I am.

For the parole board.

They can throw away the key as far as I'm concerned.

- If that's how you feel. - It is.

Where's yours, Arlo?

- I deleted it. - What?

Yeah, at about four o'clock this morning.

I figured Joe's family has been torn apart too.

What happened to justice?

I don't know, I met the guy?

He is just as much a victim of random events as the rest of us.

You can't really think that?

He can think what he wants.

Oh, so you're not writing yours either now, is that it?

What, because Katie told you not to?

Katie had nothing to do with it.

She took Joe in behind our backs.

He's not the criminal, he's just messed up.

Would it be the worst thing just to try forgiveness?

Would it?

There.

Wouldn't make any difference now anyway

because as it turns out, who cares?

Of course I care.

I just... I don't want to ruin anyone else's life

and if mum were here I don't think she'd want that either.

She's not here, is she? So we'll never know.

You know what, Dad, maybe if you recommend it

Nick will actually get out.

Are you kidding me?

It's the right thing to do, Shay.

If someone could magic mum back into our lives,

isn't that what you would want?

- Hi, Turners. - Hi, Katie.

I'll see you, Dad.

Thank goodness. I wasn't sure if you would be talking to me.

I'm sorry if I crossed a line.

When it came down to it Joe's just a broken boy

and I couldn't help but think if it was Billy...

Or Arlo. Yeah.

It's OK, Katie. You're right.

The 'saying everything you feel' thing, harder than it sounds.

We'll get better at it.

'It's true our lives were changed forever by the actions

'of Nick Satino that day.

'Our family's been to hell and back.

'But so has his.

'And while forgetting Laura will never be an option,

'forgiving a man for his moment of distraction in a crisis is.

'And so even though anger is easier and quicker...'

..I choose forgiveness.

Almost there.

I'm proud of you.

I couldn't have done it without you.

And how are you?

Fine, thanks.

I'm sorry about last night, if it upset you.

That was never my intention. You know that, right?

Then what exactly was your intention, Katie?

I just thought...

That you'd take Joe into your home?

After everything I told you, when you knew perfectly well

what would happen once Dad heard his sob story.

No, it wasn't like that.

And now no-one's writing their victim impact statements

so Nick Satino will soon be a free man.

- Happy? - How could that make me happy?

Maybe because you're the one who wants to make sure

Dad forgives and forgets.

- Shay, you've got it all wrong. - Have I?

I feel like Dad can fill the space in his bed,

he can get himself another wife,

but I will never have another mother.

That is a great big gaping hole for the rest of my life.

Do you get that?

'Anger keeps you bound up in chains but forgiveness offers freedom.

'Which is what I want for me and my kids.

'And therefore it's what I want for Nick Satino too.'

Trish will never speak to me again but I've cracked my report.

Live and let live. Good for you, Dad.

Well done.

I feel this huge weight's been lifted off my shoulders. Coffee?

Sorry, work calls.

See ya.

See, I told you she'd come round.

- Are you out of your mind? - No, I'm not out of my mind.

I mean I was, when I first came here.

- New Zealand? - I was blinded with misery.

My family was broken.

But it feels like lately...

those pieces are gettin' put back together.

Final 2 Weeks.

I-I told them it was so we could have a fresh start.

Because after all, they're the most important things in life.

Will there be a happy ending?

synced & corrected by PopcornAWH www.addic7ed.com