01x02 - Episode 2

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- PENNY: Grace, I've just seen your

father. Did you know he was coming

back?

- PHIL: We're grandparents now,

remember?

- I can't believe he just rocked

up after, like, what, four years?

- Five.

- Listen, I know this is tough for

you, but could you meet me halfway?

Would you come

to Walt's birthday party?

- They got busted fishing inside the

reserve. All they got was a piss-weak

fine.

- We've got your kayak, ya prick!

- I'll call his parents,

get them to come and pick him up.

- No, no, no, please don't.

- He can spend the night here.

(BIRDS CALL)

(SOFT, UNEASY MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

- Ollie, get up. Get up.

- What?

- What the f*ck's wrong with you?

- What's happening?

- Your mother's had too much to

drink ― that's what's happening.

- Sit down. Sit down.

OK, now, what did he do to you?

- Nothing.

- What the f*ck is wrong with you?

- I saw you. I f*cking saw you.

How could you?

- Mum, stop.

- What's going on?

- He was in bed with Ollie.

He was touching him.

- Oh, f*ck this. I'm outta here.

- You were― Don't you―

Don't you walk away from me.

- No, no, no, no, no.

f*cking sick in the head.

- Don't you f*cking

walk away from me.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Phil, answer me. Don't do this. Phil!

Phil!

Look at me!

(CHATTER DIES DOWN)

What the f*ck were

you doing up there?

He was naked, you sick f*ck.

(SOFT, UNEASY MUSIC)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

Whose are these?

- What?

- These.

- They're mine.

- No, they're not.

They're a boy's size 12 to 14.

- Well, I've been wearing them.

- You'd never fit these.

Where'd you get them?

- You're saying

I can't get into those?

- Yes. They're way too small.

(CLINKING)

(glove rustles)

You're kidding.

- (HUMS JOVIALLY)

- (LAUGHS)

LAUGHS: Oh

Oh God. Take them off

before you rupture something.

Where―? Oh no.

Where on Earth did you get them?

- I don't know. They probably

got mixed up on the beach.

I probably picked up some kid's,

and some kid's picked up my pants.

- (CHUCKLES) You're a d*ck.

Throw them in the bin.

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(TUNE-YARDS' 'JAMAICAN')

- ♪ Crazy days of crumpets

in a crazy raisin rhyme.

♪ Sell it for a nickel

when you buy it for a dime.

♪ Underneath the water

is a crackle and a line.

♪ Lay upon your belly

like a stone along your spine.

♪ I see you.

♪ I see you.

♪ Oh, yes I do.

♪ I see you.

♪ I see you.

♪ Ooh, she's not Jamaican.

♪ See, I told you so.

♪ She's all white; she's not black.

♪ She doesn't have any soul.

♪ Get soul. ♪

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- Bro.

- Settle down, lads.

- Like, I'm into the funny stuff ―

you know what I'm saying?

- Bro, give it, like, a― give

it actually, like, a good try.

- No, no.

The anime isn't that good, bro.

- Bro, it is.

- How do you f*cking know, bro?

(STUDENTS ARGUE, CHATTER LOUDLY)

- Settle down!

- Miss said shush.

- Thank you.

(STUDENTS LAUGH)

- OK, phytoplankton ― these guys

here, right ― they're single-cell

microorganisms,

and they perform photosynthesis,

which creates, as you know, oxygen.

But what you might not know is

they are also one ofthebiggest

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

producers of oxygen on

the planet, which is good.

Also,

they absorb vast amounts of carbon,

OK, and they take that from the air,

and then they store it on the ocean

floor in the form of plankton food.

(STUDENT LAUGHS,

MUFFLED SPEECH CONTINUES)

OK, now the question that we're

gonna be looking at today is

microplastics, which are

little tiny particles of plastic.

What happens when they get

into the life cycle of plankton?

- Sir.

- Yeah.

- How do plankton have, um, sex?

(STUDENTS LAUGH)

- Yeah, plankton don't really

have what you call boy-girl sex.

- Just like you, eh, Josh?

(STUDENTS LAUGH)

- Nathan. Cut it out.

- Uh, follow me,

and we're gonna go downstairs.

I wanna show you something that, um,

not a lot of people get to see,

actually.

OK, now― Sorry, guys, just squeezing

through. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Now, Ms Wilding, if you could be

so kind to assist me by giving that

container a little gentle sit.

Yeah, that's it. There we go.

- Hey, sick.

- That's so cool.

- CHUCKLES: Oh wow.

- Beautiful.

- It's amazing.

- Bioluminescence.

- Yeah, so what you're

seeing there is thousands

of dinoflagellate plankton

that emit light

when they're disturbed.

It's just a simple chemical reaction

that they use to ward off predators.

Yeah, it's a pretty cool party

trick, I guess.

- Yeah.

- Hey, Pen, do you wanna come to

the film festival with me tomorrow?

Bridge is up in Auckland.

I just hate going by myself.

- I go by myself all the time.

- Yeah, I know, but it's more

fun with someone else, right?

- Oh, that's debatable.

- Stop being greedy.

(STUDENTS CHATTER)

- Oh, you've had it for ages.

Give it here, you g*y spaz.

- Hey!

Don't use that word.

- Well, which one?

- Both. Neither.

You, apologise to him.

- Nah.

- It's all good.

- No, it's not, and you need

to stand up for yourself.

Go on. You get out.

- It was a joke. Get over it.

- I said get out, you little c**t.

- Whoa.

- Go on.

Out.

(STUDENTS CHATTER, DOOR SLAMS)

Get in the van and

don't move till we come out.

- I need a piss.

- Now.

(ORCHESTRAL STRING MUSIC)

- Kahu, get the door.

- Why weren't you at

the marine centre today?

- Was that today?

- Yeah.

Is your mum in?

I need to talk to her.

- Well, I got the essay in.

- I know. Gonna invite me in?

- Yeah. Take your shoes off.

Mum.

Penny's here.

(TELEVISION PLAYS INDISTINCTLY)

- Hey, Pen.

- I didn't wanna intrude.

- Oof.

You never needed an invite, eh?

- I know. I know, I know.

- (SIGHS)

- How's things? How's your big girl?

- No, everything's good, yeah.

- Kiriana's good?

- Yep. Yep.

Three kids.

- You're kidding.

- No.

- What?

- I know.

What about Grace and her bubba?

- Yeah, she's good.

She's good. She's good.

Walt's amazing.

I'm loving being a nana. You know?

- Oh, I know. It's almost

worth having kids, right?

- Nice.

- Son, turn that off.

Get your homework and go upstairs.

- If I leave the room,

are you gonna talk about me?

- Penny is my friend. She is here to

see me. It is none of your business.

- Don't see any science there, Kahu.

- Whatever.

- You be quiet.

Why does he think

you want to talk about him?

- Got no idea.

- How's he doing at school?

- Uh, yeah, he's doing OK.

- Yeah, well, 'OK' will not

get him into law school.

- Law? Well, makes sense, I guess.

He's a relentless arguer, like his

mother.

- So, if you're not here for Kahu,

why are you here?

- Phil's back, and he's

living at Mum's place with Grace.

- Yeah, I knew it'd be

something like that.

- Sorry, Nix, but he's back. And

he's reaching at Wakefield, and I

I wanna warn them.

- Seriously?

You're gonna go down

that same rabbit hole?

- That's why I came here;

I wanted to know what you'd do.

- Did you go

and see that counsellor?

- No.

- See? That's the problem, Pen.

You ask my advice,

and then you never take it.

(BOTH SIGH)

(STUDENTS CHATTER)

- What sort of woman uses language

like that, let alone a teacher?

- Ms Wilding?

- Nathan, um

what I did yesterday

was completely inappropriate, and

you have every right to be upset.

- I'm not upset.

- He felt threatened and unsafe.

- Out of interest, would you have

felt threatened and unsafe if Josh

had called you that?

- Who is Josh?

- He's a g*y spaz.

Right, Nathan?

Well, that's what Nathan

called him before I lost my rag.

- We are not here to talk about

some name-calling with another kid.

You called my son the 'C' word.

There have to be consequences.

- Yes, absolutely there do. So would

it help if you swore at me, Nathan?

- You mean call you

what you called me?

- Yeah, or something similar.

- Oh my God. You want my son

to stoop to your level?

- Well, it's not really stooping that

far from calling someone a g*y spaz.

- OK, fine. Well, I've got some

names for you. You are pathetic.

You are immature.

You are inappropriate.

- It's not even swearing, Mum.

- Shut up, Nathan.

Private word, please?

- (SIGHS)

- OK, free shot.

Come on, before they come back.

- WHISPERS: c**t.

- Pardon?

- c**t.

- Anything else?

- Sorry I told Mum.

- It's OK. You did the right thing.

So we all good?

- Yep.

- (CLEARS THROAT)

Nathan, you can go.

That's an official warning.

- Fair enough.

- What were you thinking?

- Did you know that Phil MacKenzie

was teaching at Wakefield College?

Did you write him a reference?

- What has that got to do with this?

- Did you even warn the school?

- I No. No.

I'm not gonna discuss this with you.

- You didn't.

You didn't warn them, did you?

Jesus, Ru.

You cried at the beginning. You

cried all the way through the movie,

and then you cried all

the way through the credits.

- I know. Every time I see

that film, it just gets me.

- You're still crying now.

- Yes, I am. It's sad.

It's a sad movie.

- Oh, you are such a sook.

- Oh man.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

- You're a real sook.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hey.

- Oh, hi. Hey, how was the movie?

- Lame.

- It was sad.

- Did my husband cry?

- Yep.

- Yeah.

- Simon cries at insurance ads.

- Well, yeah, if it's got a dog

in it, I'll cry. Sure.

- You need to show Walt who the best

grandparent is. You need to get him

a kick-arse present.

It needs to be loud;

it needs to be plastic.

- No, not plastic.

- Yes, plastic. And sugar.

- Mm-hm.

- You need to get him something full

of sugar and full of food colouring.

- Mm-hm.

- Do not turn up

with an educational toy and

carrot sticks. OK? I'm serious.

I (SIGHS) Wear a suit of armour,

if you need to; just make sure that

you're there.

- OK, thanks, Bridge.

- OK, Bridge.

- (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(LAUGHS)

- OK, come on, so that is what you

wantpeople to think, but inside,

you're just a softie.

- No, no, no. I'm an antisocial,

cynical, grumpy old b*tch, and my

favourite movie is Terminator2.

- Well, that's a good movie.

- Yeah, well, it made you cry,

though, didn't it?

- Of course. It definitely did.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Oh, hey, listen, this―

this birthday thing

- Yeah.

- I know that Bridget's making

it look easy, but I know it's not,

so

Wish I could be there for ya.

- Thanks.

Night.

- Night.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

- WALT: Nana!

- Hello, hello!

I am not Nana.

I'm Pirate Penny!

- (GIGGLES)

- And who's this?

Who's this?

- (SQUEALS)

- Happy birthday, Waltie.

This is Crockie, especially for you!

And guess what ― these are

pirate

treasures.

You wanna choose one?

Yummy, yummy, yum, yum, yum.

- Oh my goodness.

- Well, I thought I'd dress

for the occasion. You know?

- What are these?

- You can never have too much sugar

at a kid's birthday, Grace.

- Hi, Penny.

- Oh, Kate.

Let me see him.

Oh

- This is Eli.

- Hello!

Oh, he looks just like Tom.

- Yeah, you reckon?

- Mm-hm.

- Hi, Penny.

- Hi, Phil.

- Nobody told me it was fancy dress.

- Well just call me Pirate Penny.

- Cup of tea, Pirate Penny?

- Uh, yeah. Yeah, that'd be good.

(ELI COOS)

(CHILDREN'S MUSIC PLAYS)

- 85.

(CHILDREN'S MUSIC CONTINUES)

- (CHUCKLES)

I like your hat.

- Oh

(CHUCKLES)

I like your gin.

- Mm.

(CHILDREN'S MUSIC CONTINUES)

- Coming!

Ready or not.

Here I come.

Where are you?

Are

you

in

Mummy's room?

(EXHALES)

Is he

Is he under the bed?

No.

(MUFFLED GIGGLE IN CUPBOARD)

(GASPS)

I hear a little mouse.

(GASPS)

- Aah!

- Aah! Boo!

- (LAUGHS)

(SIREN WHOOPS OUTSIDE)

- Police. Tom's here.

- No!

No! Run!

(SIREN WHOOPS)

- Come on, then.

- It's so cool.

- Yeah, it's kinda cool, man.

- OK, now you come over and

let Uncle Tom drive. (GRUNTS)

All right. There we are.

Ooh We're gonna go

catch some criminals.

- Should I go and

get Walt's car seat?

- Oh, nah, it's all good.

I'm just gonna crawl along.

I don't have much time, so

- But, Tom, that's breaking the law,

isn't it?

- Mum, it's fine. He's a cop.

Just get in the car.

- Are you ready?

- All righty.

Where will we go?

(ENGINE STARTS)

- I just don't think it's appropriate

Walt's sitting on his lap.

- Appropriate?

- Yeah.

- Look, are we gonna go or?

- I just think given the circumstan―

- Get out.

- What?

- Get out!

- No.

- Get

- Grace.

- Get out of the car!

- No.

- Get out!

- Grace!

- Get Get out!

Drive!

- Are you all right, Penny?

(LOW, UNEASY MUSIC)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC)

- Pen.

Are you sure he wasn't just―?

- It was sexual. It was.

You gotta believe me.

- I do. I do believe you.

- Good.

Cos no one else at

that f*cking party did.

- Um, just― I'll go and help Simon.

- Ollie's parents

are on the way over.

They want an explanation as to

what the hell went on last night.

- What are you gonna tell them?

- The truth.

That you had too much to drink.

- (SCOFFS)

- That you said some insane things.

Did you not stop for a

moment to think about how much

you were humiliating that boy?

- Don't you f*cking

put this back on me.

- I'm not putting

anything back on you.

But if you really believe

that comforting

a drunken,

disorientated teenager

If you really think

that's child abuse,

then there's something

f*cking wrong with you.

- No, no, no. I didn't see comfort.

That wasn't comfort.

And why the f*ck didn't you come and

get me before getting into bed with

that kid?

- Because you wanted f*ck all to

do with it. 'Let him choke on his

own vomit.'

That's what you said.

Were you―? Were you on drugs?

- Oh, for f*ck's sake.

- No, I'm serious. Were you―? Did

you take some drugs last night or

something?

- No! No. No.

- OK, well, I am really

struggling here.

I am struggling to know where

the f*ck this has all come from.

- Do you wanna know where this is

coming from?

This is coming from all those boys

coming round to our house day and

night, the surfing f*ck,

the driving lessons, the basketball

f*cking trips. And those underpants,

they weren't yours, were they?

They weren't yours.

You made that sh*t up.

- Jesus, listen to yourself.

This is f*cking madness.

You just can't take responsibility.

You can't admit when you're wrong.

- No, no, no, no.No.

This is what you do every time.

- You just dig and you dig

- You patronise me,

and you belittle me

- and you dig yourself deeper

- and you lie to me,

and you blame me, and you―

- and deeper into a f*cking hole.

And you will dig until you

take us all down with you!

So here's what we're gonna do ―

we're gonna go to your mother's,

we're gonna pick up our daughter,

and we're gonna come backhere,

and you're gonna start making phone

calls to the friends ― our friends ―

that's if we have any

f*cking friends left ―

and you're gonna apologise for

the shite that you said last night.

That's what we're gonna do.

- (SIGHS)

(BIKE CLATTERS)

(SIGHS)

- Oh, Penny

I was about to pop over.

- Uh, a bit busy, Graham.

- Yeah, but do you know there's

a wasps' nest in your pergola?

- Is there?

- Happy to help if you'd

like me to take a look.

- Sorry, not at the moment, Graham.

(DOOR CREAKS, WASPS BUZZ)

(POP!)

- SOFTLY: Oh!

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

(GLASS CLINKS ON COUNTER)

(KNIFE CLATTERS)

Oh f*ck.

(LIQUID SPILLS)

Oh f*ck!

f*ck.

f*ck.

Arsehole.

(WIND CHIMES TINKLE, WASPS BUZZ)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(BUZZING)

(THUMP!)

(STUDENTS CHATTER)

- Hey, can I help you?

- Oh, yeah, I'm here

to see the principal.

- Oh, you just missed her.

She's gone down to the pool.

- Uh Where's that?

- Out to the left, past the gym.

Did you make an appointment?

(STUDENTS CHATTER)

- Ms Reid?

Hi. Sorry to bother you.

Can I have a quick word?

- If it's about your child, you need

to make an appointment at the school

office.

- No, it's not. It's about a teacher.

It's important.

- Which one?

- Phil MacKenzie.

You, uh Are you aware of

the allegations against him?

- I'm sorry, who are you?

- Ex-colleague.

- His police check is clean or

we couldn't have employed him.

- Yeah, I know,

but that's not the point.

Listen, what― what he does is he―

he sucks kids in.

He makes them feel special. He takes

them surfing, takes them on all sorts

of extracurricularstuff.

- Cut to the chase.

- Five years ago, I caught him in

bed with a boy. Kid wouldn't admit

what had happened.

So I went to the police. It was

my word against his; same with the

teachers' council. It went nowhere.

- Yeah, so, effectively,

he's innocent.

- Yeah. Yeah. But no.

- I know who you are, Ms Wilding.

This is completely inappropriate.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'm swimming.

(SEAGULLS CAW)

(SEAGULLS SQUAWK LOUDLY)

(BIKE BRAKES SQUEAK)

(PLANE SOARS OVERHEAD)

(FENCE RATTLES)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Hi, Grace.

- Hi.

- Uh

I was gonna call you.

I've got some lasagne for you.

My freezer's busted. I'm gonna

have to throw a whole lot out.

- We need to talk a whole about

what happened at Walt's party, Mum.

- Sure. Yep.

- Well, it's not safe for Walt

if you can't control yourself.

- Well, you're the one

who lashed out, Grace.

- Well, yeah, I made a mistake

thinking I could trust you to be

in the same space as Dad.

Right? We're gonna have to put

some boundaries into place.

- OK. Fine.

So what, he― he won't be

there when I drop Walt home

from daycare, right?

- Well, we might have

to rethink that arrangement.

Mum?

- I can't change my schedule, Grace.

- Well (SIGHS) we all just

have to make a bit of an effort. K?

(SIGN FLUTTERS)

- (GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Aah! (PANTS)

(WINDSCREEN WIPER CLATTERS)

(SOFT PIANO MUSIC)

(SNIFFS)

- Gidday, Reg. Is, um Is Grace in?

- Um, nah. I'm babysitting.

Phil's out too.

- Oh, right.

Um, I've just got some lasagne for―

- Oh, nice. Come in.

- Uh, no, I was j

OK.

I'll just, uh, chuck these

in the fridge, eh?

- Oh, did you make that?

- Yeah. Do you want some?

- You wouldn't mind?

- No, of course not.

Just chuck it in the microwave.

- Look at me. Yo.

Well, you gotta have some with me.

- Uh No, no, no, it's OK.

- OK.

- Um

I might just go give Waltie

a wee kiss. Is that all right?

- Yeah, 'course. He's just, um―

He's asleep, so

- Yeah, shh.

- Oh, yum as!

(LAPTOP CHIMES)

(CAR BRAKES SQUEAK,

HAND BRAKE CLICKS OUTSIDE)

- PHIL: Cheers, mate.

(DOOR HINGES SQUEAK)

- (BREATHES HEAVILY)

- Reggie.

- Hey, buddy.

(CONVERSATION CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

- (GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Um

- What the f*ck?

- Oh

f*ck.

I left my car keys in the kitchen.

- I'll get it.

- What the f*ck is

the matter with you?

- I was just dropping off

some lasagne to Grace and Walt.

- What, you think your lasagne's

somehow going to fix it with you

and Grace?

- You know, things were so much

better before you came back.

- Oh, you think so?

- Yeah.

- Here you go.

- Thanks, Reggie.

- Vegetarian lasagne, is it?

- Pardon.

- Grace is a vegetarian.

- Since when?

- We all are.

Give it to someone who eats meat.

- Shall I get it?

- Yeah, thanks, Reg.

How dare you go talking

to my principal?

- She needs to know that

she's hired a paedophile, Phil.

- Five years you've peddled this

sh*t, and the only person it hurts

is Grace.

- I'm doing thisforGrace.

All I've done is tell

the f*cking truth.

- Oh, keep you warm at night,

does it? 'Course it does,

you twisted, cold-hearted b*tch.

- Here you go.

- Thanks, Reggie.

- No worries.

(DOOR CREAKS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(ORCHESTRAL STRING MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

- Oh, hi, Graham. Hi.

- Hi. Just me. Uh

I saw you get back.

I was just putting my bins out.

Would you like me to do yours?

- Uh Are you sure?

- Yeah, yeah. It's no trouble.

Makes me feel useful.

- Oh, um, stay there.

You're not vegetarian, are you?

- Oh, hardly.

- Great. Here's some lasagne for you.

My fridge is on the blink,

so you might as well have it.

- How lovely.

Uh, maybe you'd like to share it

with me tomorrow night.

- Uh, no, sorry, Graham. I can't

tomorrow night. But you enjoy.

- Oh, I'm sure I will.

- OK. Thanks for the bins.

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

- We had no idea

they'd taken the tequila.

- Grace took it, not me.

- You drank it.

What have you got

to say for yourself?

- I'm sorry.

- Don't be too hard on yourself,

Ollie. None of us exactly covered

ourselves in glory last night.

- Why didn't you call us

to come and get him?

- Well, I― actually, I―

- That was my call.

That was my call.

I thought it was a bit too late,

so I thought it best he sleep here.

- So, what happened?

Your mother said there was some

sort of big misunderstanding,

but Ollie won't tell us.

- Ollie got caught up in

a marital dispute that went too far.

- What do you mean?

- It's a bit embarrassing. The truth

is we had too much to drink―

and I'm sure Penny

doesn't mind me saying this ―

she said certain things,

over-reacted to certain

things, and

and we regret it.

And

(SIGHS)

we're sorry.

Aren't we?

- Penny.

What's Ollie got to do with this?

- Phil already explained

what happened, Catherine.

- I saw my husband

sexually abusing your son.

- What?

- Please don't let Ollie spend any

time alone with him. It's not safe.

- No, that's not true.

He didn't do anything.

He was being nice to me.

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

- Thank you.

You just get comfortable there.

- Mm-hm.

- All right, if we just relax

your arms, so you can just

That's it, yeah.

You just release

that tension in that arm.

And bring your back foot

a little bit out. That's it.

Is that comfortable?

And, again, just relaxing

your hand on your forehead.

Great.

OK, let start with

a two-minute drawing.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

- Hello.

- SIMON ON PHONE: Hey.

Where are you?

- Um, I'm in a changing room.

- Um, hey, I'm gonna go plankton

sampling, if you're keen.

I could use a hand.

- Sorry, no, I can't. Um

My, um I'm going to visit my mum.

- OK. Well, it's a shame.

It's gonna be a beautiful day.

- Yeah, yeah. Well, I promised.

- Oh, you're a good daughter.

- (LAUGHS) She doesn't think so.

- All right,

well, if you change your mind

(PEACEFUL MUSIC)

Hey, Pen, you all good?

- Yep.

- OK, when I yell, you just throw

that net over like I told you.

- Yep.

- OK, ready?

Yeah, go for it.

Yeah, that's good.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, yeah, perfect. Perfect.

Good.

See those tiny specks in there?

- Not really, no.

(SEAGULLS SQUAWK)

- Ooh.

K, have a look in there.

- Mm-hm.

Oh my God.

All that life.

It's beautiful.

(WONDROUS MUSIC)

What?

- (CHUCKLES) You called

me a sook for crying in the movies,

and you're tearing up over plankton.

- No, I'm not.

- Don't worry. It can be our secret.

- Do you Do you wanna

know a real secret?

- You didn't call a kid

a c**t again, did you?

- (CHUCKLES) No.

Just have to promise not to tell

anyone, OK, cos it's a little bit

ill*gal.

- How ill*gal?

- Bit of graffiti, net cutting.

- That fishing boat thing ―

that was you?

- b*stards nicked my kayak after

that, so I figure we're more or

less even, you know?

- Yeah, wow.

- Don't look at me like that.

- What? No, no, I'm I'm in awe.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Why didn't you tell me?

I would've been there with you.

- No, you wouldn't.

- Yeah, I would've.

Totally.

- I don't know why I did that.

f*ck, I'm sorry.

- No, it's― it's―

- I'm so― I'm so sorry.

- It's OK. Penny, it's

- (GASPS)

- Penny!

Hey, it's OK.

Come back in.

- Phil is not your problem any more.

- If he's going away with more boys,

he is.

I have to warn the Basketball

Association. There is no other

way around this.

Has Phil been in contact with Ollie?

Could you tell me where I could find

him?

Hey, has anyone seen Olli?

- f*ck off, Mum!

(LAUGHTER)

- (LAUGHS)

- Hey, by the way, I don't think

you're f*cked; I think you're great.