03x16 - Episode 16

[bunniefuu]

(ocean water splashes)

♪Aiming for your head by Betchadupa♪

♪ There's too much choice and not enough time ♪

♪ To find what's mine ♪

♪ Aiming for your head, get down ♪

♪ You're the only one in ♪

♪ Town ♪

(ocean water splashes)

- How weird do you have to be before you're actually weird?

Like, really weird?

Or are we all weird anyway? And if we are all weird,

then where'd you draw the line between

okay weird and crazy weird?

Like take the people here for instance.

Now they all seemed like what you'd call normal, right?

But what's normal?

Until I met Bridget. I'd never met anyone

who didn't put cereal in their bowl first

and then put the milk on.

But Bridget does it the other way around.

- Why?

- Why what?

- Why do you put your cereal into your milk

instead of milk into your cereal?

- Was this some kind of law that says I have to do

it the other way?

- No. But that's just the way that everyone does it.

- Well I'm not everyone.

- Yeah but is there any reason like did your parents

forced you to it or something?

- No I just started doing it when I was little

and then I kept on doing it.

Now I like doing it that way.

- You're weird.

- That's weird, check out this.

- Elderly woman goes missing.

- Hm. This woman hasn't left her house for ten years.

And then one day the nurse goes to check on her

ang they can't find her. She's just vanished completely.

- That is weird.

- Mmmm.

- But still not as weird as putting your cereal in

after the milk.

- Go away, will you?

(boy laughs)

- Mind you, Adam is hardly the one to talk.

Like everything he does is right-handed.

But he always does the sugar in his tea

with his left hand.

Watch.

See what I mean?

I once asked him why he did that.

- When I was seven I read this story about an enemy spy

who is able to track down the hero

because he was right-handed.

- Oh yeah.

- He saw the hero stirring his tea and ambushed him

so I thought I's outsmart any spies looking for me

and started stirring my tea with my left hand.

I've been doing it ever since.

Yes!

- That explains a lot about you.

- An awful lot.

- Not that Guy could talk either.

If anyone had weird habits, then some of his take the cake.

- Okay ready for lights out guys?

- Fine by me.

- Yup.

Um, don't mean to pry into your personal habits, Guy.

- No, go right ahead I've got no secrets.

- What are you doing?

- Cleansing the room.

- Excuse me?

- Been doing it ever since I was four. My grandfather

reckon that if I paste out two circles around the room

before I went to sleep at night,

it would stir up the air and make all the nasties go away.

- For real?

- Yeah, he reckon it was based on wild dogs.

They always do the turn before they settle down

for the night.

- (chuckles) And you actually believe that?

- Well not really. But I just kind of got into the habit of

doing it. Now if I don't do it I can't sleep.

- Oh, you're serious?

- Yep. Its weird I know. But that's how it is.

Good night, guys.

- Good night, trip stick. (laughs)

- Then there's Cassie.

Every time we get our boards out,

she goes through the same rituals.

- Okay you promise to be good to me Jay,

so don't let me down. I know you're gonna enjoy.

You just need to stay nice and calm.

- Cassie one day you're gonna get a big fright.

Your board is actually gonna start talking back.

- She already does.

- What?

- You can't hear her but I can.

We have this special understanding.

- Well you know they have doctors for that

sort of things, Cass?

- Have you always talked to your boards?

- Every board I have ever owned since I was five.

- Why? Its an inanimate object. It can't talk back.

- It makes me feel good. If I didn't do it my whole day,

it will be ruined. I wouldn't be out

so stop thinking about it.

- You have to hand it to Cassie.

She makes it sound like talking to surfboards

is there most natural thing in the world.

In fact, she makes it sound like you're the weird one

if you don't talk to your boards.

- Even Lauren, who's normally a very together person

has some strange ways about it.

- What's the matter?

- A starfish!

- What?

- What's she doing?

- Beats me.

- What was that all about?

- When I was six, I had this story about a starfish.

If you found one on the beach, you should always

draw a square in it then the starfish would live

and you will have good luck!

- Do you always do that?

- Yup. Every time.

- Whatever turns you on I suppose.

- Yes.

- So there they were. My five normal friends.

On the outside you'd think that we are average

well-adjusted teenager, and mainly they were.

But even average well-adjusted teenagers

obviously have their quirks.

And then of course there's me. Like I'd always consider

myself to be normal, right?

But watching the others made me wonder

if I had a few weird things going on too.

And once I started looking, it didn't take long

find it out.

(hitting pen on finger and sucking teeth)

- Stop stressing.

- I'm not stressing.

- Yes you are. Whenever you stress, you suck your teeth

which is what you've been doing for the last five minutes.

- I don't suck my teeth.

- You do.

- How?

(imitates sucking teeth)

- I don't do that. Do I?

- Whenever you can't work something out.

Its a dead giveaway.

- It must be something I've just started.

- No way. You've been doing it ever since you got here.

Guy reckons we should all chip in and

buy you a dummy as a stress reliever.

- Is it that bad?

- (sighs) Don't fret about it. You just get a little

bit loud sometimes that's all.

- Discovering I was a teeth sucker was one thing.

Especially since its seen I've been doing it forever

without even knowing about it.

But that was nothing compared to what happened next.

- Charlie!

You gave me a startle. I thought everyone was in bed.

Charlie?

Charlie is everything okay?

(inaudible language)

- Sorry?

(inaudible language continues)

- Sleep walking? You're joking.

- Its nothing to be worried about. Happens to lots of

kids and teenagers. Most of them just grow out of it.

- What have you been stressing out about anything lately

mate? 'Cause that's what usually causes it.

- We've had exams this week. But I thought

I was coping alright.

- You probably are. But that could be a reason.

- The only danger is that you can injure yourself

like falling down the stairs or something.

- And if any of the other kids find you, we have to

make sure that they don't try and wake you up.

- No, can we please don't tell the others?

- We need to take precautions, mate.

If you injure yourself-

- This is a one off, I swear.

I don't want everyone to think I'm a freak.

- No one will think that. Sleep walking is not a big deal.

- Even so, can we please just keep it quiet for now?

If I do it again I agree it makes sense to tell other

people. But can we at least wait until that happens?

- Okay. If that's what you really want,

we'll go along with it.

But if it happens again, you have to promise

to stick to your side of the bargain.

- I do. Absolutely.

Fortunately, my sleep walking stunt did turn out

to be a one off.

A few days went by. Then a week. Then a month.

My life carried on like it always had.

(rock music)

(water splashes)

- I've had enough for one day. You coming in?

- No, I'm gonna stick it out for a little bit longer.

- Okay. I'll see you up there. - Okay. See yah.

- So everything was back to normal again.

Although I'm not sure if normal meant the same now

as it used to mean.

Now I'd come to accept that everyone had their

funny little kinks.

But just as I thought I got a handle on this,

something happened that forced me to re-assess

everything all over again.

- Oh perfect timing, Charlie. We've almost finished.

- Oh, don't panic. I'm doing the dishes tonight.

- Well you're in for a real treat. Adam has used

every pot in the whole house.

- What?

- Wait until you taste what I've made.

- What we've made.

- Yes, what we've made. It is sensational.

- Hey what's this?

- Its of a woman who went missing.

You know the one from the newspaper?

- I hear they're distributing them to everyone's letterbox.

- How hard can it be to find an old woman?

Its like she hitch a ride to Queensland.

- I don't know.

- Hey Bec, do you know this old woman that's gone missing?

- Not really. She was a bit of a recluse

for the last years or so.

- Hey, get this. Rosemary Wilson was one of the first

female surfers in the area in the 's.

- Is that true?

- According to this, she won the first Women's Competition

to be run at Blue Water Beach in .

- See? That's what happens to surfer girls when they retire.

They become hermits and lose their marbles completely.

- Oh at least it takes us years or so.

You guys have already lost your marbles.

- That's assuming they have some to start with.

- Okay girls that's enough feminism for one night.

Time to sample the best food you'll eat all week.

- Yeah-huh.

- Mmmm. I've decided on braise for a stew.

This is actually quite passable.

- Passable? It's way better that passable.

- Yeah. What's wrong with it?

- Carrot's a little overdone for my liking.

- Well, I didn't cook those.

- What? I told you not to put them in for so long.

- Don't listen to them, Laurie. Its terrific.

You'd win a lot of friends if you cook food

like this on the circuit.

- Uh-huh.

- What's up, Bridget? You've hardly said a word all night.

- I just kept thinking about that poor old woman who's

gone missing. I mean, what if she's fallen somewhere

or had an accident.

- How many days is she been missing now?

- I think about three.

- Wow that's a long time to go without food and water.

- Oh she's an old woman for Pete's sake.

She kinda gone far.

- Well, they've had dozens of people searching the area.

- Yeah, but what if she ended up on the beach and

she could have got hit by a wave, you know?

- And what, drown?

- Oh, don't say that.

- Hey. Sadly, its a possibility.

- Maybe she's not lost. Maybe she's been abducted.

- Who would abduct a -year old woman?

- And why?

- I don't know. Maybe she's got some money stashed

away somewhere. Or someone's got a grudge against her.

I don't know. The world's full of weirdos.

- Well on that really cheery note, how about

we turn our minds to dessert.

Assuming there is some.

- Actually, there is some. And Guy has made it.

And learned "here's your t*ts" to get back with it.

- Ah. I can't wait.

(water splashes)

- Thirty-one. Thirty-two. Thirty-three.

Thirty-four. Thirty-five. Okay, well done guys.

Time to make crunches. Boys first. Let's go.

Three minutes. Ready? Come on. Go!

- Hey, Charlie. What are you doing, mate?

- Something wrong?

- Charlie!

- Today, we look at the subject of conforming.

Who can tell me why it might be a good idea to

conform? To act like everybody else?

Oh come on, class. Don't all talk at once now.

Yes, Bridget? Help rescue us all

from this sea of indifference.

- Well, with driving a car, we all have to drive

on the same side of the road.

- Or?

- Or we probably crash into each other and die?

- Right.

Social conformity. Necessary to preserve life and limb.

Anything else?

- Yeah we need to conform with clothes.

- What?

- Well if you play football then you have to wear

the same colors as your team mates otherwise, nobody will

know who's who. Will they?

- Very good. Conforming to achieve a common goal.

Yes, Cassie?

- Uh, but so what if we don't want to conform? What if I

want to wear clothes nobody else does and have a special

look that's all my one.

- Oh Cassie. You'll always have a special look this year

or no matter what clothes you wear.

(students laughs)

- Oh you know what I mean. We have to be individuals too.

Don't we?

- Fair question.

Charlie? Do you have an opinion on there?

- Well I was just thinking that great artists.

Um, painters, writers, musicians. They didn't conform.

They're rebels.

- I bet they drove on the right side of the road though.

- Yeah, otherwise they have died in a tied rebel

when you dead!

(students laughs)

- So sometimes we need to conform and sometimes,

we need to do our own thing.

- Pretty fair summation, Bridget.

- But when?

- When what?

- When should we conform and when should

we be an individual?

- And how much of an individual can we be?

- Class I'm delighted. You're asking

all the right questions.

- So what are the answers?

- No idea. But I am looking forward to finding out

from all of you because that's the topic of

this week's essay.

(everyone groans)

How much freedom should we have as individuals?

Answers by Friday please and no extensions.

- Yes, Guy?

- If I rebel and hand my essay in a week late,

does that make me a great artist?

- No, Guy. It makes you a failure th student from

Blue Water High.

Textbooks out please. Turn to Chapter .

- Hey. You know what, guys? I reckon we could be on

to something seriously good here.

If we consider ourselves great artists,

we can pretty much write our own rule book.

- So Captain Guy, what would you do differently?

- Oh I don't know. Get up at instead of .

Eat cake for breakfast. Wear rubbish clothes to school.

- Okay cool. So you'd skip training, get unfit

and then get kicked out of school.

- And soul a blue.

- Okay. So the plan is if you applause

nothing that can't be worked on though.

- You're forgetting one another thing, Guy.

- Yes, Charles?

- Great artists also happen to produce a bit

of great art along the way.

- More of a significant fact.

- Okay. Okay, you win. I'll go back to being boring

and old like all of you.

- Awww. Look. (sighs)

I hope they find her soon.

- Its been four days now. An old woman like that

she can't survive for too much longer.

(sighs)

- Come on. Kick your legs harder, Lauren.

You too, Adam.

Well done guys. Keep it up.

You're under time. This is the last lap.

- Excellent work, guys. Really well done.

You've taken just another two seconds

off your previous best.

- Oh yeah!

- Yes!

- Well done! Woohoo!

- Come on. Its enough for the day. Let's hit hard.

- I am so tired. Every muscle in my legs is screaming.

- If you feel like that, imagine how the rest of us feel.

- Well, all I can say is I'm glad I'm not cooking tonight.

- Either of you know that guy over there?

- Never seen him before.

- Same here. Why?

- Well he's been hanging around the last few days

watching us train.

- Oh well. Its a free beach. You can't stop him.

- Still. Its a bit odd. Wonder why I'd do that.

- That's what I would like to know.

Hey, can you take this for me?

- You're gonna talk to him. Are you?

- Why not? I'd like to know why he's so fascinated by us.

- Well, do you want us to wait?

- No, it won't be long. I'm just gonna let him know

that we don't like being spied on.

- I think we should wait. You never know what might happen.

- All right. Well can we at least sit down?

My legs are jelly.

- Hi. How you doing?

- Better now, thanks.

- I've noticed you've been watching us train

for the last few days.

You mind if I ask why?

- Oh. I wondered if any of you had seen me.

- Look. No offence but we are not too happy

about being spied on.

- Spied on? (laughs) Goodness me.

I must got a more serious figure than I imagined.

- So what's this all about? Why have you been watching us?

- Well, its quite simple really. I've been trying

to find out what sorts of people you are.

Too see if you're, right.

- Right for what?

- Do you mind if we sit down? My legs aren't put they were

I'm afraid.

- Oh. Sure.

- Oh well. Looks like he doesn't feel

the need for us to rescue him.

- Not that we'd know what to do anyway.

We'll see you back there!

- Hey, is Charlie upstairs?

- No. I thought he was staying here with you guys.

Shouldn't he be back by now?

- Back from where?

- I knew we shouldn't have left him with that old man.

- What old man?

- Come on. He was over and fine. What could he do?

- What are you two on about?

Is Charlie in trouble?

- I hope not.

- Great timing. The girls are just about

to send a search and rescue squad.

- Hey, mate. What's all this stuff about

some old man you were hanging out with?

- What's the story, Charlie? Is everything okay?

- I don't think so.

- What's the matter, Charlie?

- The old woman? The one who's missing?

- What about her? Do you know who she is?

- I'm pretty sure I do.

- Where?

- She's in here.

- What?

- Please hang, Charlie. She's got that genie in a bottle.

- What?

- What? Its either that or she's-

- These are her ashes.

She was cremated three days ago.

- So just when I got used to the idea that

even normal people can be a little bit crazy,

I was suddenly thrown a curve ball by someone

who push this theory to the limit.

And let's be honest, in this case

it went way beyond the limit.

- So let me get this straight. He's an old guy

and he seems harmless enough?

- Yeah. He is the image of a perfect grandfather.

- And he told you that that is the missing woman?

- As good as, yeah.

- Eh, she loved to surf you see.

Everyday, we'd come down

and she should be straight into the water.

It was like she belonged in this.

- So what happened?

- Same thing that happens to us all.

She got old. Surf is too strong. She struggled against

the currents. It was too dangerous.

- So she had to stop altogether?

- That's right.

- I guess that must have been pretty upsetting for her.

- She was never the same again.

All the life went out of her.

The last years were pretty miserable really.

- Yeah, well it all makes sense.

The name, the age, the surfing. Everything.

- But how did she die?

- And when?

- Happened about four days ago. I took her out

to some biscuits.

She always had a weakness for short bread.

She was on the veranda, right?

I thought she was asleep.

When I went back a few hours later,

the biscuits hadn't been touched and

her eyes were still closed.

This time, I,

I could see she wasn't gonna wake up.

- Well, shouldn't you have tried to get her

some sort of medical attention?

- Nothing they could've done.

- Did you think of telling someone? What about her family?

- All long gone. Nobody left there.

- So you just had her cremated? Without letting anyone know?

- Rosie wouldn't have wanted any fast. Besides, she'd lost

contact with people.

I was her only friend.

- I still don't get why he wanted to see you.

- And why's he watching us train for the past three days?

- Like I told you. Rosie loved to surf.

And I know she'd want her final resting place to

to be out there.

I was looking to find

someone suitable.

- Suitable for what?

- For taking her ashes out and

scatter them in the ocean.

- You want us to do that?

- Would you mind? You all look such

decent young people and it would make us

both very happy.

Rosie especially.

- So he wants us to scatter her ashes in the ocean?

- That's it.

- So weird, isn't it?

- Guess we will all going to end up somewhere.

The ocean's probably a good place as anywhere.

- Specially if she's a surfer. It only seems natural.

- Why excuse me? Aren't we forgetting a fusible issues here?

- Like what?

- Like this woman who's missing.

Her pictures are up all over the district.

And people is searching for her everywhere.

And then this old guy who none of us have ever seen before,

turns up out of the blue with her ashes.

- Adam's right. With all due respect to the old man,

we can't just accept his story of face value.

- So what are you saying that,

he could have done away with it?

- He couldn't have. Could he?

- Well I don't know. I mean he seem nice enough.

But everyone has their crazy side, right?

- Yeah I don't know about that crazy though.

He hardly looked like a m*rder*r to me.

- And what, you hang out with plenty of murderers?

- No. You know what I mean.

- I'm not saying anything like that happened.

But the fact is, something has occurred.

And there are proper procedures to follow

with stuff like this.

- So what do we do now?

- Well there's only one thing we can do.

- I've never done this sort of thing before.

What should I say?

- Just tell the truth. Come on.

Everything will be all right.

- And then he asked me if I could take the urn

out to sea and scatter the ashes.

- And what did you say?

- Well he seemed like such a sad old guy.

I didn't feel like confused.

- A little bit of strange request though.

I mean, weren't you suspicious?

- Yeah, a bit. But he was so sincere and,

- And?

- Well I guess underneath the surface

we're all a bit strange sometimes.

Especially if we're a bit stressed.

- Hmm.

- Well I think you'll agree Sergeant Leslie

that Charlie's done the right thing by coming here today

and telling you about it?

- Yes. Yes that's true.

You've done the right thing, Charlie.

- Well at least we know where the old woman

who went missing is.

- And you must be happy to call off the search now.

- Well not exactly.

- Why? You don't think this is her?

- Well as it turns out, Rosemarie Wilson

was found last night.

Some hikers came across her up in the hills.

- Was she alive?

- Oh very much so. Seems she decided to go shopping

for the first time in years.

And ended up in the wrong road. So she just kept on walking.

- For four days?

- Well, you know. Memory might be short to pieces

but she's got the stamina of an ox.

- Well then if these aren't her ashes, then whose are they?

- Well that Charlie is the very question

that's been going through my mind.

- He's a dog?

- Yeah.

- She was seventeen. And old Labrador.

He showed us pictures.

- But why he didn't tell you that

when you were talking to him?

- Well I never asked. I just assumed from the way

he spoke it was a person.

- So what did the police say?

- What can they say? Its not like

anyone broke the law or anything.

- Well I've heard of people attached to their dog

but never this attached.

- I can understand it. My family would be

devastated if we lost Ethel.

- And he say it was his only friend.

- Mm-hmm.

- So what happens now?

- Well I'm gonna do what he asked.

- You mean scatter the ashes in the sea.

- Yep. And if anyone likes to help me give Rosie

a service send-off, I'm sure she'll appreciate it.

- I suppose we should've all felt a bit weird

paddling out to a funeral for a dog.

But the more we got used to the idea,

the more it felt like the right thing to do.

In fact by the time we came to do it

it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

- Here we go, Rosie.

Your last surf.

- Goodbye, Rosie.

- See you, Rosie.

- Bye, Rosie.

- Before this happened I used to think that people

were either normal or weird.

Now I have the feeling that we're all a little bit weird.

And that's the thing that makes us normal.

Whether that's not a good thing or not,

it's something I'm still trying to figure out.

Then again, maybe I never will.