All language subtitles for 800 Words s02e03.eng

It would be fair to say that
on an average day

in the little town I now call home,

not a lot happens.

People go about their business
doing the things people do,

and news, when it happens at all,

is not remotely earth-shattering.

(LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS)

But...
even in the quietest of towns,

there are things that are hidden.

There are lives that just
slip through the gaps.

People can just disappear for years
and things just carry on.

Life goes on.

As if they never existed.

You two are up early.
Places to be, Dad.

Exams to be examined.

What is it today?
Ah, physics.

Well, good luck.
Don't really need it.

I've already passed,
it's just a question of by how much.

That's the spirit. You need a lift?

I'll bike. I've got plenty of time.

But I'll pick you up for that thing,
right?

Oh, if you must.

The long arm of the law
catches up with you at last.

You and your bad ass boyfriend.

Not my boyfriend.

Have you told him that?

He knows.
Have a lovely day.

Can they deport her?

Hello, my George.
Welcome, welcome.

It's a bit over the top, isn't it?

Oh, a little te reo never goes
amiss in Aotearoa.

No, I meant that.

Yeah, Dad likes to make a fuss.

Of some people.

Better take that.

Christmas present last
year from Siouxsie.

Nice.

My biggest fan, that girl.

Possibly my only fan.

Still, we've all got
to move on sometime.

You've still got the real estate
agency though, Monty, eh?

Not the same, George.

Well, I guess you're
wondering where to start.

What being editor of this glorious
newspaper actually means.

Luckily, he has me to tell him,
Monty.

So, you're here.

Yes.
Yes, I am, Gloria.

Ready to crack into it.

Crack into what exactly?

Well, stories obviously.

News stories, human interest
stories, that kind of thing.

(LAUGHS)
What's funny?

From experience, George,
I think Gloria sees your role

as more of a figurehead
type arrangement.

Editorials,
that's all you have to write.

I've got a list of topics here
that Bill has approved.

Dad would actually
dictate those to me.

Well, I think you'll find I'm
capable of a little more than that

once I get going.

I'm sure you are.

In fact, you've got that thing
with Constable Tom this afternoon.

Maybe you could write about that?

If I want my daughter
never to forgive me.

Ah...

See how quickly things
become complicated, George?

OK.

You've got to understand,
George, it's a small town.

Oh, I know that, Monty.

Just saying.
Just saying.

Not a lot happens round here,
news-wise.

Probably a good thing, actually.

(MUSIC)

(RADIO PLAYS)

Oh!

Argh!

Ooh!

Ooh!

Eugh!

I know I don't have to remind
anyone here,

but the charges against these two
young people are very serious.

Breaking into a man's home,

his castle,

we just don't do that in Weld.

Cut to the chase, Tom.
What are you gonna do about it?

Ah, well now...

Therein lies the problem.

Oh, here we go.

Ah, the problem being

that, er, unfortunately...
(SIREN IN BACKGROUND)

(PHONE RINGS)

Sorry, where was I?

With the problem.

Ah yes, the problem that
unfortunately,

due to unforeseen circumstances,

we appeared to have misplaced
the paperwork...

(MOBILE PHONE RINGS)
..relating to these charges.

And as a result, this case won't
be moving forward now...

(MOBILE RINGS AGAIN)
..or anytime soon, for that matter.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

And justice is served, Tom style!

I'm sure they have
learned their lesson.

Isn't that right, Shay?

Definitely.
(MORE SIRENS IN BACKGROUND)

I'm, er, very sorry for any
trouble we've caused.

Oh, me too, Mr McNamara.

I'm sorry, it won't happen again.

No it won't. Because if it does,
I'll dispense with the law

and find some other deterrent.

Understood?

I'm sure they do.

So, now that we're off the hook,

we've got a whole beautiful
summer ahead of us.

Us?
Mmm.

Tempting as it is,
not this time, Romeo.

Ooh, does that mean
you're my Juliet?

Can we go now?

You should write an editorial
about this, George.

Keeping the young people of this
town in order and all that.

Yeah, if it's alright with you,
I'd prefer not to, thanks.

Sounds like there's some bigger news
going on out there, George.

You should be on that scoop.
(SIRENS)

Yes.

Yes, I should.

Careful, guys. We could have a
critically injured patient here.

No, I'm sweet.
I'll be the judge of that.

Seriously, I'm better than that
lady down there, that's for sure.

Again, I'll be the judge of that.

Oh! Are you here in
your new capacity

as member of the press,
George?

Yes, I am.

Try and stay out of the way.

No, this is not good.

OK, Tom.

You're in safe hands.

Yeah, we haven't dropped
anyone in ages, eh Monty?

No, Wally.

Not since we last dropped you,
in fact.

Oh, if we do drop you,
try to slide right to the bottom.

Fighting gravity only
makes it worse.

And I'll be close behind you.

Why is this not reassure me?

Bombs away. Off you go.
OK, don't touch me.

OK.
I'll be holding you...

I'm telling you,
there's nothing wrong with me!

Yeah, just to be on the safe side,
alright?

Who was the lady
he was talking about down there?

Listen to you!

George the reporter after
the big scoop, eh?

Well, a small scoop would
be good at this stage.

Well, then it's your lucky day.

Crashed car and a body lying
unnoticed off the road

for what must have been,
I dunno, years.

Pretty exciting for
a junior journo, eh?

Editor, actually.

Yeah, him as well.

Sorry Monty!

It's her, isn't it?

Well, it's a little
hard to tell in her current state.

But the car's definitely hers.

Bloody hell.

Unless you've come to tell me

that you've miraculously found your
paperwork,

I don't want to talk to you.

Actually, it's Bill Jr
we've come to see.

Monty said he was here.

He is.
What's it about?

Hey boys!

Why the long face, Monty?

Did somebody die?

Yes, actually.

We think we've found Trina.

There will need to be a formal
identification process, but...

It's her.

It's a hell of a story,
wouldn't you agree?

(ON COMPUTER)
I would.

Tragedy, mystery, irony.

Irony?

Well, there was a dead body
just off the road

for all those years
as people drove by.

Is that actually irony?

Well, it's something.
Human interest.

Then why are you calling me?
Just write it up.

Well, you're the trained journalist.
Give me a tip.

Make sure you spell
everybody's name right,

don't call Weld
a dead-end town again,

although for once that
is kind of accurate.

That's not helping much.

Just write the story, George.

Write...

Write what people want
and need to know.

And don't forget, you've still
got my column to write for me, yes?

It will be done.

Gotta go.

You've heard, I'm sure?

About the mystery body found
just off the back road to Ruapehu?

Yes George, I have heard.

Bit of a story, wouldn't you say?

Hell of a story.
Human interest up the wahzoo.

Poor old Trina.

They know it is?

Well, they know whose car it is,
so logic dictates

that it's Trina in
Trina's car.

And was Trina well
known around Weld?

Oh yes.

In fact, you're well acquainted
with one of her offspring.

I am?

Her daughter is living
at your house.

Lindsay?

Oh hi, Mr T.
We're out of cottage cheese.

Could you get the low-fat
stuff next time?

Don't want to chunk out now
it's summer, right?

Right.

Just you home, is it?

Arlo is still at his exam
and Woody was here.

Not really sure why.

Woody does that.

Heard from your Dad today?

Nah.

Really?
I mean, he's rung heaps of times

but I don't feel like listening
to his crap so I turn off my phone.

Well, maybe that's
not such a good idea.

Why?
What's up?

I think you should just call him.

Why?
You just should.

Why?
Just call him, OK?

I don't want to call him.
I think you should.

Why?
Has someone died?

Is it Grandpa?
No, it's not Big Mac.

Monty?
No, it's not Monty.

Did uncle Robbie die in prison?

No, look it's really not
right for me to tell you.

Seriously, whatever it is, I'd much
rather hear it from you than Dad.

Tell me.

It's your mother.

They found her car. Um...

Her car?

Where?

Down the bank on the
bank on the Ruapehu Road.

And she was in it?

Well, they haven't formally
identified the body, but...

The body?

Yeah.

Wow.

I'm so sorry, Lindsay.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Lindsay?

You here?

I've been trying to call you.
Why haven't you bloody answered?

I know, OK!

I know she's dead,
so just leave me alone.

Lindsay?

Good one, Turner.

I'm sorry,
she backed me into telling her.

Lindsay?
Let's talk, George.

Outside.

Lindsay?

Big Mac, I'm so sorry.

I know I shouldn't have been the one
to tell her, but she just kept...

Forget about her.

Monty says you
were up at the crash site.

Yes.

Being a journalist.

Doing the job you pay me to do.

Yeah. No.
Not this time, George.

Look, I understand this is
obviously personal for you,

but it is also a...

..a great story
in the context of Weld.

Absolutely, and Gloria knows
exactly how to handle it,

so we'll just leave it to her, eh?

Well...
It's an evolving situation, George.

And I don't want you rushing around
getting the wrong end of the stick.

Which is... what?

Well, like I said,
it's an evolving situation.

She end up coming?

No. No, she's not.

Well, stuff her.
She can do what she wants.

And she most definitely
is doing that.

Evolving, George.

So...
Now that you've got a new job here,

I guess that means that you
plan on sticking around this time?

Isn't your Dad meant to be
Weld's IT guy?

Oh, he likes to delegate.

So... are you?

Sticking around?

If I do, it has nothing,

I repeat, nothing to do with you.

I like the way you
repeated 'nothing' there.

Makes me feel like you still care.

Oh, please, get a life.

Shouldn't you be off doing
exams far away from here?

No, I've got that sorted.
Ike was school dux this year.

Yay for Ike.
Yet he still can't fix a computer.

Look, I missed you, Shay.

I'm not going back there, Ike.

Why do you always have to make
things so difficult?

You think it should be easy?

What Ike wants, Ike gets?

Yeah, those were the good old days,
but now I'm all about waiting

until you figure out what you want.

Well, the internet would
be good for starters.

Done. It's been going since
I plugged the router back in.

Great.

Send the bill to Katie.

Lizzie?

We've been through this
so if you need to talk...

Through what?

A death.
Nah, I'm sweet.

Well, Arlo will be home soon
and I know he'll be supportive.

Actually, I might just go
hang with my friends for a bit.

Yeah, no look, that's a good
idea at a time like this

friends can be really important.

Honestly, Mr T, I'm fine.

I stopped missing her,
like, years ago.

And I knew those
postcards weren't from her.

Sorry?

What postcards?

Every year at Christmas
and birthdays,

me and Jared would get
postcards from Mum.

And all this time
she was lying dead in her car.

Weird, huh?

Yeah, that is a little strange.

Anyway, now I know the truth.

It's actually kind of funny
when you think about it.

Well, I'm not getting that.

The postcards
were from all over the world,

and she hardly even
made it out of town.

Deaths make the news.

Deaths make the news.

Especially ones that are
unusual or unexpected.

Like murders.

Or accidents.

Auntie Trina must've been
really decomposed, right?

Well, let's not dwell on
that now, Siouxsie.

Let's think of Trina as the spirited
woman she was.

You know, when I go,
I'd like to be strapped

to my favourite board, sent out to
the surf at sunset

to take that final wave.

I can see a few
problems with that idea, Woody.

Like what?

Like the fact that the final wave
would bring you back in again

and you'd be a dead guy on the beach
tied to a surfboard.

Oh yeah, I suppose.

Some make the front page news

and others end up as a small
paragraph on page 7.

The death of a loved one
reduced to a few words.

The bare, hopelessly
inadequate facts.

Well, definitely not that one.
You can see the body.

Yes, it was tricky.

No.

Oh, bloody Monty.

Oh, that one's not bad.

Got some good shots there,
Constable Tom?

I'll be the judge of that.

I believe Max spoke to you.

I am to leave all
reporting duties to you.

Correct.
Probably best given the situation.

And what is the situation?

It is delicate.

Evolving is what I'm told.

What I'm about to tell you,
George,

is off the record until I have
completed my investigation, OK?

OK.

Trina disappeared about eight years
ago on a stormy night

after her and Bill Jr had a
disagreement,

which unfortunately was
not uncommon.

They fought like cats
and dogs right from the start.

Yeah, Trina threw a plate at Bill
at their wedding reception.

They only got married
and she was up the duff.

So, not a match made in heaven then?

Trina was...

quite a handful, you might say.

And poor Bill Jr wasn't very
good at handling her.

She used to take off a lot.

Sometimes for weeks on end.

She was always running off with some
bloke or another.

And then she would come
running back.

Oh, those poor kids!

That explains a lot.

Eugh, let's face it,

Trina was a slapper
and Bill's a total munt.

OK, this is starting to sound
a lot like gossip.

Are we gossiping?

'Course, there was
a lot of gossip

about where she was off to
the night she disappeared.

They say she had a lover up the
coast.

A yachty she'd
met down at the boat club.

You know I caught them
out the back

when I was taking out the empties?

They were up against the
wheelie bin, just going for it.

Nah, OK. Not listening.

Wasn't the story that they sailed
away to Fiji, or something?

And then kept going. Well, that's
what Bill McNamara reckoned,

but now we know that
wasn't the case.

And people thought they'd just
sailed off into the sunset together?

But that's wrong obviously.

Because she's been down that
bank all these years.

Which is very strange.

Strange? In what way?

Bad weather.

Bad road.

She probably died instantly.

There are worse ways to go.

Strange, in...

why would someone
send postcards to her kids

making out she's
still alive?

Who told you that?
Lindsay.

She said that they've been getting
postcards from Trina every year.

I didn't ask you to do this.

I know. I used my initiative.

Great.

I just thought everything
needed a fresh start.

There's some really good
stuff in there.

Mm-hm.
I like these landscapes.

Good.

They're not signed
or priced though.

Yeah, they're not really for sale.

Why not?

Just, you know,
the artist couldn't really bear it

if they hung there for ages
and no one bought them, that's all.

They're yours?
Mm-hm.

I thought you were a sculptor.

I dabble in paint.

You dabble really good.

Shay, you should probably
go home now.

Are you firing me?
No, god no.

Although, talking to me first is a
skill that we need to work on.

But I think Lindsay might
need your support right now.

Hey, Lindsay?

What?

Um, I heard about your Mum.

I am so sorry.

It's no biggie.

It kind of is.

She left years ago, so...

Mind you, at least we know
where she ended up.

Can you put some on my back, Arlo?

I'm getting fried here.

She was probably drunk.

Trina used to drive
drunk all the time.

Or maybe Bill Jr ran her
off the road that night

knowing everyone would
think she was drunk.

Get a grip, you people!

Oh, was Trina murdered?

See? This is what happens
when you gossip.

Exactly! That's what I've been
saying all along.

Good for you, Woody.
That is why I'm out of here.

And you've got work to do.

Yeah, that too.

You off?

Oh, ah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, Woody?

Are we OK?

Yeah, sure.

I mean, we had the talk, right?

It's just that every
time you look at me,

it's like you want to run away.

Nah, no, no way!

Or if I do,
it's just 'cause I'm busy.

You know, I got places to be, stuff
to do, you know, just like you.

OK, well, as long as we're cool.

Cool as a...

Cool thing.

Look at them all.

They think I killed her.
Nobody thinks that.

Do they Fiona?

'Course not.

Terrible news.

Of course, if anyone had the motive
to bump her off, it'd be you.

I'm thinking crayfish.

And so it transpires
that the simplest

and most effective way of measuring
the value of a human life,

any human life,

is whether anyone
misses you when you're gone.

I was only, like, seven or eight
when she took off.

Yeah, but you must be able to
remember stuff about her, right?

The stuff you used to do together.

Or her favourite thing to cook?

No. Nothing.

At the very least,
we all like to think, surely,

that someone will grieve for us
when we're gone.

I think what Arlo is
trying to say is that

if you could focus on your Mum
for a minute,

get a clear picture of her
in your mind,

then you might actually start
to feel something.

Why?

Because she's your mother.

Yeah, and if you don't
deal with grief properly then...

And trust us, it'll come out in all
sorts of weird different ways.

And you can end up suddenly
living here, for example,

because your Dad was in the denial
stage and made a very rash decision.

I'm not in denial.

It's just like, for me she's been
dead a long, long time.

If you guys want to get all
choked up about it, go for it.

But I'm over it.

Mind you...

There's gotta be some upsides to
losing your mother, right?

Like, did people give
you money and stuff?

No, I don't know,
on the Kubler-Ross grief front,

she hasn't even made it
onto the scale.

Except maybe grief times ten.

She's certainly mystery.

No, she's a heartless,
soulless cow.

Whoa, everyone has
their own process.

Right? I mean, you didn't talk to
anyone for two days after Mum died.

Yeah, so? At least I didn't burst
into tears

every time I saw a photo
of her

or even when someone
mentioned her name.

It's called grieving, Shay.

It got embarrassing, Arlo.

Hey, hey.

Look, what I'm trying to say is

maybe her process
hasn't started yet.

Did she tell you about the
postcards?

The ones her mother supposedly
sent from all over the world?

Wait, so someone was trying to
pretend her Mum was still alive

even though she's been dead all
these years?

Unless Trina sent them from beyond
the grave, it looks that way.

What, like someone was
trying to cover up her murder?

Well, there are other explanations.

Well, yeah, but not as cool.

Some revision still
might be a good idea.

If you want, I can help.

It's Media Studies, Arlo.

It's not like brain science,
or whatever.

You sitting an exam today?

I kind of have too.

Well, couldn't you get
a dispensation,

given the circumstances?

Nah, I did like no work all year, so
if I don't pass the exam I am sunk.

Oh.

Eggs?

Poached not fried.

Two. With avocado, not tomato.

But hey, the good news is
this is the last exam,

so once it's over it's party time!

Yay!

My God!

Your mother is dead, Lindsay.

You can't just pretend it
didn't happen.

Shay.

Look...

I get that you were all totally
gutted when your Mum died,

but mine chose to leave us.

If she hadn't crashed, she'd been
gone anyway, so what's the diff?

She might have come back?

Well, we'll never know, will we?

So, spare me the pity party.

I am over it.

Morning.
Correct.

So, that's it then?
That's the story?

Yeah, for now.
Because Big Mac doesn't want

his family dirty laundry
aired in public.

Ah, no, because most of what
people are saying is hearsay

and we don't print hearsay, George.
But it just seems so...

Underwhelming?
Yes!

There is a life
attached to that body.

Well, not anymore,
to be accurate.

Which we are, George.
The facts.

So, an unidentified woman...

Which everyone knows is Trina!

She hasn't been formally
identified yet.

So, until then it is not a fact,
it is gossip.

We print news here, George.

News.

Siouxsie?

Ah, Siouxsie, is Monty...

Right here, George.

She's, er, processing her grief.

Were her and Trina close, then?

Not really.

Trina didn't really like kids.

Especially her own. (LAUGHS)

No, this is more of a general
grief...

about everything.
Love is a farce and everyone dies.

See?
Especially in our family.

Look at Mum?

I'm sorry, have you
lost your mother as well?

No, she lives in a
house-truck near Stafford.

Denise had a change of heart.

Mum turned lesbian
and Dad cried for a year.

Now she's with a man again.

George doesn't need
to hear about any of that.

How can we help our esteemed
new editor today?

I'm actually not feeling that
esteemed, Monty.

Welcome to my world.

I want to apologise.

Well, look no worries.

You're welcome.

Job didn't mean that much to me
anyway.

I meant to Bill Jr.

Oh, what for?

For being the one to tell Lindsay.

That should have been his to do.

You would have done a much
better job than he would've.

I'd still like to talk
to him anyway.

Do know where I can find him?
Mm-hm.

I can do better than that.

Siouxsie,
cancel my appointments for the day.

You don't have any.
Excellent.

He likes the way the balls
roll across the grass.

It calms his angry soul.

You want to ask me
about Trina, don't you?

No, I just wanted to say
sorry for...

You loved your wife,
didn't you George?

You were happy?

Well, we had our moments, but...

But yes I did, and um...

Yes, we were...

Yeah.

I loved Trina too.

I don't think
she ever really loved me.

Not really.

Deep down inside I always
hoped she'd come back.

Even after all this time.

You were the one who sent the
postcards to the kids, weren't you?

I know people, plumbers,
from all over the world.

We talk, plumbing, you know, online.

I'd get them to send blank
postcards from their country.

I'd copy Trina's bit of scrawl
as best I could.

Christmas cards, birthday messages,

love Mummy.

And then I would courier the cards
back to my plumbing mates

and they'd post them.

I didn't want the kids to think
that she'd just left them.

Forgotten them.

It's bloody stupid, really.

I probably just made things worse.

You were trying to do
something good.

We try to make up the loss as best
we can.

Yeah, well sometimes it's
just not enough, is it?

It gets better, Bill.

Not every day, but...

..trust me it does.

You hung another
one of my paintings.

Yes.

What was wrong with the last one?

Nothing.

And the people who bought it
quite liked it too.

Really?
Really.

Oh, for God's sake.

Yeah, it's down again.
I called Ike.

You call, I come running!

Ooh, OK.

Up and running again.

Let me guess, he turned it
off and turned it back on again.

(LAUGHS)
No, he replaced the router.

Apparently it was shot.

He swears it wasn't
an excuse to come and see you.

Uh-huh.

Although I do think it
got him here a lot quicker.

Would it be alright
if I use the space?

To paint?
Yeah.

Or to hide from Ike?

To paint.

Yeah.
You go for your life.

Maybe I'll put one of yours on the
wall and see how you like that.

Maybe.

You know that Ike is a really
lovely guy, don't you?

And he really has a thing for you
which means

he's not going away anytime soon.

That's his problem.

Yep. But you'll still
have to deal with it, right?

It's great out here, eh?

Away from all
the problems of the world.

I think I might have
brought my problems with me.

Away you go then.

It's just that
I want to write something.

Well, then write it!

About Trina.

Ah, right.

A life must be worth a few well
chosen words

more than just "Body found in car."

Yeah, but there are
so many rumours flying around now.

You can't even see
the ducks from the trees.

I think you might find the
expression is 'wood from the trees'.

It doesn't even make any sense.

Trees are made of wood.

Yeah, yeah that's the point.

Nah, I still don't get it.

But anyway, back to your problem.

Which is essentially that if I,
if I write only the bare facts,

I feel like I would have done her
and injustice.

Yeah, but on the other hand
you don't want to upset anyone

and you know, go into messy,
gory details.

No, I don't want to do that.

I was out here the other morning
and right before my eyes

I saw two dolphins mating.

It was beautiful.

Beautiful!

But also a bit disturbing.

Yeah, I can imagine.

And when they get, you know,
quite passionate,

they actually bite each
other's fins.

Quite badly.

It can scar them for life.
Is that what happened?

Nah, nah, nah, a killer whale
appeared and chased them off.

And me.
(LAUGHS)

I'm sorry, but what does that
have to do with Trina?

Exactly?

I dunno, George.

You're the writer, mate.

Just telling you the story.

(LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS)

(PARTY MUSIC)

Excuse me.

Ah, no worries, Mr T.

Hey Dad!

Welcome to 'Lindsay dealing with her
grief through partying'.

Not your idea, I hope.

Well, she said she was having a few
friends over after her exams,

but then this happened.

Right.

I might just go see how she's doing.

Tragic.

You've got to shut this down
and kick her out, Dad.

Probably not the best
idea right now.

Yes, she's lost her Mum,
but clearly it's not causing her

much distress right now.

Eugh, of all the awkward times.

Do something.

Please?

OK, I'll have a chat to her.

Hi George! Hope you don't mind this
little post exam blow-out.

It's so cool to see all my friends.

It might have been a good
idea to ask me first, Lyndsay.

Yeah, I know. But once word got out

I think people just wanted to show
me some love.

Because of Mum?

Right.

Do you want me to get rid of them?

'Cause I will if it's bugging you?

How about you just keep
the music down a bit, OK?

Thanks George, you're the best.

Good work Dad.

(PARTY MUSIC IN OTHER ROOM)

Hey Shay.

Gotta love your brother, right?

He doesn't give up.

You do know what
a lost cause is, right?

Mm-hm.
Except it's not, is it?

You know it, I know it,
so why avoid the inevitable?

Because maybe
I want more for myself?

Not to be one of the Lindsays
of this world, hanging off some

random guy's every word to fill
the void of my existence.

Yeah, but I'm not some random guy,
am I?

But you might as well be.

Dad?

It's time, Dad.

Time for what?

We want our house back.

Fair enough.

Alright everyone!

Just...

Sorry to break up the party everyone

but it's time to move it
elsewhere, please.

Sorry.

Thanks for having us, Mr T.

It's been spiritual.

Yeah, thanks Ollie.
No worries mate.

Take it easy.
Drive carefully.

Alright, um...

I'm not giving up on us.

You will.

Just leave them on the,
on the table.

Drive carefully everyone!

Thank God.

I thought they'd never leave.

Her grief runs deep.

I think Lindsay might
be like a dam waiting to burst.

There is no right way to grieve.

And probably far
more than five stages.

And the process itself
is as complex

as the people
who experience it.

Especially
if the loss is still a mystery.

Loaded with secrets.

Um, your Dad's here.

Honestly...

..do I look fat on this?

No, you, you look...

Lovely.

As always.

Thanks, Arlo.

You really have been so good to me.

I don't deserve it.

Of course you do.

You know, I would do anything
for someone going through this.

You know me and Jared
used to get all these

postcards from Mum
at Christmas and birthdays.

Yeah, I heard that.

We knew they were from Dad.

'Cause he's got this really bad
squiggly handwriting,

but we pretended to go along with it

just to make him feel better really.

It's kind of sweet.

In his own strange way
I guess...

..he does love you.

Yeah.
I guess he does.

Thanks for being there for me.

Your Grandad's
waiting for you, love.

OK.

Laters, George.

All the best for today.

You sure you don't want us to come?

No, we'll keep it just family.

I'll see you at the
after-match though, eh?

Absolutely.

You OK?

Yeah.

Actually, I...

..I'm better than I've been
in a long time.

Life goes on, eh?

Someone's busy.
Just finishing my editorial.

OK, and what's it about?

You'll have to wait and see.

Ooh, fighting talk!

Hey, you better scoot or you're
going to be late for that

press conference.

What press conference?

I've called you all here today

to announce that our extensive
investigation

into the crash that caused the death
of Trina Joy McNamara has concluded,

and we have determined that Mrs
McNamara died on September 12, 2008

after leaving the road in a storm on
her way back to Weld.

Are there any questions?

Yes, Mr Turner?

Has foul play definitely
been ruled out?

Absolutely. The idea of anyone
tampering with Trina's car

so it fortuitously drove off a cliff
in a storm

is the stuff of films.

And it was definitely a stormy night
when the accident happened?

Ah, there are some
suggestions that it was overcast

but possibly verging on storming.

Next question?

And she was definitely
returning to Weld?

You know that for sure?

Let's just agree

that after extensive investigation
of the crash scene

it is highly probable

and far more acceptable,

that rather than driving
away in anger...

..she was heading home in remorse.

And earlier today I informed all
the concerned parties accordingly.

So unless there are any
more questions

or problems with the findings...

No, I think the findings
are perfectly acceptable.

In that case,

we need a few snaps with the story.

The flowers would be nice.

Yeah, that would be nice,
Constable Tom.

Just Tom, please.

I'm off duty now.

Sometimes a lie is
kinder than the truth.

Or if something is not actually
true, then it should be.

So, if a certain story helps people
move on with their lives,

no longer haunted
by the secrets of their past,

then I have to say...

..I'm all for it.

Look at your boy there, George.

He's got it bad, hasn't it?

Yeah, I fear it'll end in tears.

Yeah, well that's love, isn't it?

It's like the dolphins.

Or like Bill Jr over there.

(LAUGHS)

Scarred for life.

Were you?

Nah, that's different, mate,
'cause every time I look at her

it's like the dolphins,

except it's the version where the
orca gets hold of them

and rips them apart,
fin from fin.

That's not good.
No, it's not, mate.

It's not ideal.

So, what are you going
to do about it?

Dunno.
Have another beer.

You?

No, I'm good, thanks.

So, how's this for a deal?

You use the studio whenever you want

as long as you show
whatever you finish.

And in return I might,

might unclench long enough to
not freak out

when you show my art
to the world.

You know that looking at him
all the time

isn't exactly going to
discourage him, right?

What?

And it's a deal about the studio.

And the Ike thing is all sorted.

Is it?

Yeah.

So, what are you two women
of the art world plotting over here?

Well, let's just say we're
forming a support group

and women artists of
Weld unite.

Sounds excellent.

Speaking of support,
I might go see how Arlo's doing.

So, how's Shay going
with your gallery?

I think we going to be just fine.

Great. Here's to a summer of endless
possibilities then, eh?

I'll drink to that.

(MUSIC)

Come on George!

Time to bust out
some of the moves.

I think Weld's seen
enough of my moves.

(LAUGHS) Oh, that's where I think
you're wrong.

I read your editorial.

I left it out for you to read.

And I did.

And?

I found the dolphin allegory
somewhat surprising at first

but ultimately quite moving,

and entirely consistent with the
theme of life going on

even in the
shadow of death.

I illustrated it with Tom's photo
of the flowers by the roadside.

Mmm. It's almost as if Trina has
become our very own Lady Di.

Oh, and I corrected
your spelling mistakes.

Thanks.

Shall we dance, my dear?

We shall.

Are they?

They live together.

Didn't you know?

No.
Mm-hm.

Wow!

Wow, indeed.

(MUSIC)

(MUSIC HEARD FROM INSIDE)

Well, I have to say, as far as
wakes go, this one was pretty good.

Mum's was better.

Well, Mum's didn't have
nearly as much dancing.

But it did have uncle Terry
standing on the balcony

shouting at the neighbours
like there was no God.

My brother, the life
and soul of every wake.

Wait!

You forgot me!

We thought you were...

Going home...

..where you belong.

No way. I mean, Dad's OK today,
but tomorrow he'll be bad again.

Shotgun!

There's a road leading out of town,

no one will find her for years.

The lights weren't
on when we left, were they?

Ah...

Ah... What?

Something I meant to tell you guys.

Oh, hey guys!

I know you.

Yeah, Daniel Cooper.
You know my olds.

My Dad worked with your wife.

Yes, I remember.

And you were right, this place
really is the backend of nowhere.

Dad, Daniel's my boyfriend.

From Sydney.

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