"Well, here's to a summer of endless possibilities then, hey?" "I'll drink to that." "I don't think you're ready for someone new, George." "You would never be a huge mistake." "But we might have made the mistake of screwing up a great friendship." "Oi!" "Get a room!" "I know you and I are history." "I just hope that we can reconnect on some level." "Maybe even be friends." "Yes!" "I believe in you, Fiona." "Here, boy." "There we go." "Come on, Barry." "Constable John." "Sorry?" "There's a what?" "Where?" "Wait." "Stop." "How on earth did it come to this?" "Every story needs a villain." "Um..." "Once upon a time, there was a good guy and a bad guy." "No." "Hello?" "Good morning." "Hi." "How are you feeling today?" "A bit stiff." "The shoulder." "Been a while since I swung a bat." "You?" "Well, no matter how much sunscreen I smear all over myself," "I always manage to burn." "I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch." "Can we talk about last night?" "I'm sorry." "Last night?" "What about it?" "Well, you know," "I mean, it could be written off as just a... just a kiss." "Except it was more than just one kiss." "♪ Hallelujah... ♪" "And this time, I really am going." "♪ I'm fallin' for you... ♪" "Yes, OK, I haven't stopped thinking about it, and we have things we should talk about." "Yes, we do." "Lunch?" "You come to me?" "1:00?" "I'll see you at 1:00." "Perfect." "♪ Hallelujah" "♪ I'm fallin' for you 2x09" "♪ The room is light... ♪" "Hey." "Hey." "Did Emma get away OK?" "Her bus was on time." "She got on it." "Aw, never mind, Arlo." "You'll get a new girlfriend soon." "I have a girlfriend." "Emma." "Out of sight, out of mind." "Is that why you're too scared to let Ike go away to uni?" "I am not." "Well, you may not have faith in your partner, but I do in mine." "Partner?" "What are you, 40?" "I'm very secure in my relationship." "Yeah, and nothing or no-one is gonna change that." "Hey, Arlo!" "Still a spare bed going at your place?" "Laters." "You do know she was just teasing?" "Yeah, I also know that Emma and I are the real thing." "They say with anything, the beginning is the hardest part." "Every story has a beginning, a middle and an end, and here is where the story..." "George!" "Hey!" "..begins." "Morning." "George." "George?" "Brenda." "Hiya." "George." "Is it just me, or is everyone a bit different today?" "How so?" "I don't know, sort of smiley." "It'll just be yesterday's victory." "Yeah, it will." "Well, the whole town on a high, long may it last." "Something wrong, George?" "What, is there not another picture?" "I'm not sure whether this is appropriate." "It just makes it look like it's all about me and Fiona." "Was there not a photo of Monty and the trophy?" "Yep, page two." "Well, it should have been the front page." "This is an iconic image, which encapsulates the moment of victory." "Like the flag of Iwo Jima." "And Fiona does look very pretty." "Well, I guess it's too late now, hey." "Yeah." "Customers don't want to see this 'Twilight' carry-on, OK?" "They want to see someone pretty." "I don't do pretty." "If you didn't put that muck on your face, you'd be quite attractive." "OK, you need to make him stop before I hurt him." "This is a real estate agency, not a freak show, that's all I'm saying." "Steady on, Robbie." "That's a bit rough." "Hey, who's running this place, mate?" "Well, neither of us at the moment." "Are you gonna get that, Morticia?" "Get it your bloody self!" "So you don't want this job then?" "No, I don't, actually!" "I don't want to listen to your smarmy voice, fetch your stupid coffee and I'm not gonna sit there and watch while you treat my father like a moron." "OK, now..." "And as for you, you are a moron." "Letting this douche lord walk all over you." "He deliberately ran you out, for god's sake." "It's just embarrassing." "I'll see you at home then." "Where I'll be packing." "I'm moving to Stafford to live with Mum." "Great." "Who's gonna answer the phones now?" "Have you seen the paper this morning?" "The picture speaks 1,000 words." "I only see one word." "Read between the lines." "There's only one line." "Where there are winners, there's always a loser." "Loser." "Fiona out the back?" "She's at home today." "Didn't say why." "Maybe she's recovering." "Yeah, I'm feeling a bit sore today myself." "Mm!" "Then you must have been doing something right." "From the cricket." "Yeah, I'm sure that's the same reason Fiona's not here." "The cricket." "Would there be any other reason?" "I don't know." "Maybe it looked to me like she might have got busy all night." "When you say looked like, you haven't seen her today?" "I'm not talking about today, George." "The car only fits five, including the sober driver, and I'm not over..." "Don't worry, George." "Most of us thought it was a beautiful thing." "Most of you?" "She said she was fine." "Yeah, of course." "I mean, why wouldn't she be?" "It's not like we were..." "You know, I just wish for once I could have something to myself." "That there wasn't always this conjecture." "G'day." "Stay away from my wife." "You know what?" "I'm not gonna do that." "Because Fiona isn't actually your wife." "Well, we never got a divorce, so she is." "Not even gonna waste my breath." "Hi." "Hi." "Well..." "Well, that was suave." "Yeah, I'm sorry, I thought that you meant lunch at the Boat Club." "God, no, that'd start people talking, wouldn't it?" "It seems that people are already talking." "Actually, it doesn't seem that way, it is that way." "They saw us." "They?" "Tom, Gloria, Hannah..." "OK, well, that's OK." "Um, we can just..." "Sean, Brenda, Monty." "Katie." "OK." "Welcome to Weld." "And Robbie, actually." "He shirtfronted me at the Boat Club with the whole, "Stay away from my wife," routine." "I'm not his wife." "Well, legally, I am." "Just ignore him." "Yeah." "I can do that." "It's actually Katie that I'm more worried about." "Should I say something?" "Well, like what?" "I have no idea." "Well..." "All this drama before we've even decided if we have a thing." "Yeah." "So, shall we?" "Sorry, what?" "Decide." "I'm sounding a bit cold and clinical, aren't I?" "A glass of wine or two, a bit of lunch, a little....questionnaire." "Sorry, did you say a questionnaire?" "I couldn't sleep last night as I said, so I wrote a few things down, thoughts, really, and then the thoughts turned into questions and the questions turned into a questionnaire for you." "Cards on the table, I don't believe in love at first sight, you know, getting lost in the moment, falling head over heels, giving in to chemistry." "Those things do not do it for me." "OK, alright." "And yeah, someone can kiss you and it can just knock you for a six, excuse the cricket pun, but you know, maybe it's appropriate, because it was the heat of the moment and the chemistry was..." "Wow." "But that's where it gets confusing, and I don't like feeling confused." "I'm sorry, but do you mind if we take a rain check?" "Crap." "I've scared you." "No, I've terrified you." "No, not at all." "It's just been one of those mornings and you're right, we shouldn't rush in, but you've made your list." "Questionnaire." "And now I need to do mine." "So to speak." "I mean, I won't make a list, but..." "I do need to think." "OK." "OK." "Good." "Think." "Yeah." " Good to be home?" " We just got here." "Mum forgot to pick me up from the bus stop, so..." "Bummer." "But this guy I met on the bus kept me company until she turned up, so..." "That's good." "What guy?" "He was super cute." "You are joking, right?" "Duh!" "He was, like, 55 and bald and keen to tell me about Jesus Christ, our saviour." "Hey." "Hey." "I guess Arlo mentioned I'm back." "Nope." "Yeah." "No offence, but Daniel turned out to be so boring." "I ditched him after, like, a week, and then just hitchhiked around doing whatever." "I probably should have just let you have him now I think about it." "Good to go?" "Yep." "Hey, Lindsay." "Look at you all." "You're not focused." "Well, you are, but you're focused on the wrong things." "How many houses have you sold this last month?" "No, not you, obviously." "We are McNamara Realty." "We're a family business and we work together." "Look, there's a reason your daughter left." "She came back this morning." "I had to move my weights out of her room." "Not Lindsay, Suzie." "Holed up at my place, more of a mess than usual." "She said she was going to Stafford." "Yeah, she remembered how much she hates her mother and decided to inflict herself on Grandpa." "Makes sense." "No, it's annoying, is what it is!" "Not that I blame the girl." "How would you like to go to work each day and find your father and your uncle at each other's throats?" "It's not my fault..." "It's not my fault..." "Enough!" "You're like a couple of pre-schoolers." "Hey, babe, what's up?" "I'm not your babe." "And where do you get off talking to George like that?" "Hey, I did it for your own good, Fi." "People around here are talking, you know?" "What about?" "About her and George." "Just stay out of my life, Robbie." "What about her and George?" "Getting it on after cricket." "Pipe down, you little turd." "Fiona, you're still married." "Please." "Don't you dare try that with me." "Maybe you and that Aussie want to tone down the public displays, that's all I'm saying." "What I do is none of your business." "Shoot." "Arlo." "I'll deliver these." "Here you go." "Fiona and that Aussie?" "Yeah, it means George." "Yeah, I didn't think he meant one of us!" "George?" "Dark horse!" "I mean, George, hey." "have you heard anything about Dad, Dad and Fiona?" "No, why?" "Apparently they were, like, doing something after the cricket." "Doing what?" "I've got to go." "Arlo." "Hi." "It doesn't matter." "What doesn't?" "Anything." "It's your guys' business, and we don't have to converse about it at all." "Arlo, I don't want things to be weird because of this." "No, no, nothing's weird." "It's fine." "It's fine." "Hey." "Hi." "Shay's on her lunch break." "Actually, it's you I came to see." "Really?" "Yeah." "I..." "I understand you saw something and I suppose I thought I should explain." "I mean, it wasn't planned or anything." "You know, we just won the match and it was in the heat of the moment." "George." "I don't need to know any of this." "Well, yeah, it's just that not so long ago, you and I..." "Yes." "And we decided to be friends." "We both decided that, unless you remember differently." "No, that sounds about right." "So why are you here?" "Um..." "Just to make sure you're OK." "I have my own life and I do my own thing, so what you and Fiona or anyone else get up to..." "No-one else, just Fiona." "Whatever you and whoever get up to," "I don't care." "I'm sorry." "I just wanted to make sure, you know, work out where we all stood." "Where we stand is where we've always been." "In the friend zone." "Everyone is the hero in their own life story." "No-one ever deliberately casts themselves as the bad guy." "But even heroes make dumb moves." "I don't think George is the strutting type." "Well, I didn't think he was the 'man ho' type, but..." "Hey, hey, come on." "That's a bit harsh." "OK, first Jan, and then he's kissing Katie, and then Fiona." "I mean, he's worse than the Year 10 kids!" "He's single!" "And he's a grown-up!" "Things didn't work out with Katie, so what, he's not allowed to see anyone else?" "Well, he could have waited a bit longer." "For how long?" "I mean, I went straight from Becks to you." "No, hang on a sec, 'cause..." "That came out wrong." "What I meant to say was..." "Well, it's not like you don't have a past." "What about Bevan?" "What about Bevan?" "I thought I was in love with him." "I thought he was the one." "Yeah, but you were wrong, weren't you, because there isn't any 'the one'." "What?" "Well, there's no just one person out there who's our perfect fit." "If there was, what are the chances we'd even meet them with 7.4 billion people in the world?" "So I'm not your soul mate?" "Yes, you are!" "Babe, of course, you are my soul mate." "But if you left me, eventually, hopefully, one day," "I'd find another soul mate." "The whole point of a soul mate is that there's only one of them." "But that doesn't make any sense!" "Think about it." "You don't just have one favourite singer, do you?" "There's quite a few singers that you like." "Come on, Trace!" "You're doing this on purpose!" "Doing what?" "You're making me out to be the bad guy." "No, Woody." "You're doing just fine all by yourself." "Your dad came to visit while you were out." "To see me?" "No, me, actually." "It's not that I didn't appreciate what he was trying to do..." "Which was what?" "To make sure I wasn't heartbroken?" "Dad, no." "Well, at least that's what he said." "And then I thought about it, and maybe he was just coming round to get the all clear." "I mean, I don't care, but sometimes, these nice guys are actually worse than the bad boy because they're just the bad boy in disguise, a bad boy that thinks that if he apologises and says the right thing," "then that makes him a nice guy." "I'm sorry." "He's your dad." "In his defence, can I say that genuinely, he is trying to do the right thing, even when he's messing it up?" "I know." "And it's not all his fault." "It's me." "I'm so crap with men." "So, so crap." "No way." "You're awesome." "You're so great." "Which is what makes this so hard." "This?" "We need to talk about your job." "Did you have to go and do that to Katie?" "What?" "Go and pat her on the head like, "Poor, heartbroken you."" "It was nothing like that." "There was no patting, for a start." "You know what I mean." "Actually, no, I don't." "Because what I did was something sensitive." "Me trying to be a good person." "Was I just supposed to forget the whole Katie thing ever happened?" "Move on without a care?" "So you do have a care?" "About Katie?" "Sorry?" "Are you torn between two women?" "No, he's not, he's just overthinking everything, as usual." "George Turner." "Hey." "Hi." "How are you?" "I'm good." "Thanks for the lovely surprise on my doorstep this afternoon." "What surprise?" "The flowers." "Um..." "You didn't send them." "No, I'm sorry, I didn't." "But I would, if an occasion ever called for flowers to be left." "That's fine." "That's fine, George." "You don't sound fine." "Don't worry." "It's not you." "Shall I see you tomorrow?" "Yeah." "Yep, that'd be good." "You are born, you live, and then you die." "That's the bones of a story, but the details..." "Hi." "Hey there, you." "Still basking in your after-cricket glow?" "I'm not really basking in anything right now." "Well, that doesn't sound very good." "I just keep getting myself into trouble without even trying to." "The sledging." "No, worse." "Fiona." "This is a pleasant surprise." "Is he here?" "Who?" "Hey, Fi." "OK, Dad, I'll handle this." "They were to say sorry." "I don't care what they were for." "I don't want them." "What, you don't want a peace offering?" "I want you out of my life." "A divorce, and to sell the house." "And when you can promise me that, then we'll talk." "Alright." "First the house, then a divorce." "If that's what you want." "You know it is." "Well, meet me at the office tomorrow." "We'll get the paperwork underway." "Good." "I've only ever wanted what's best for you, Fi." "Yeah, let's do it." "Be free to move on." "I just want to do the right thing, you know?" "But it seems that every move I make, I'm doing something wrong." "Shay says time overthinking it." "George, do we have to do this?" "Sorry?" "I don't know if it's appropriate, all your kissing and telling, telling me, specifically." "I mean, do you not stop to think?" "Well, apparently, I do too much of that." "That's what I'm saying." "Really?" "Because right now, you're not thinking at all." "You're not thinking about how I might feel, how we were together and now we're not, and..." "I thought we agreed that was a mistake." "I'm sorry, but you're on your own with this one." "I cannot be your wise auntie, too." "That's not who I am to you." "Goodbye, George." "I'll, um..." "I'll talk to you later." "Morning." "Messy as." "Messy as what?" "What?" "What?" "I don't know." "That's just a Kiwi-ism." "I picked it up." "It's like they just expect you to know." "It's weird." "Sorry, mate, I had a long, sleepless night on the couch on account of other things rubbing off on me, actually." "So yeah, cheers for that." "I'm sorry, Woody." "Yeah, apology accepted." "I hadn't finished." "I'm sorry, but I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about." "You, mate, and your bad behaviour." "Me and Tracey had a barney about it last night, then all of a sudden it was about my bad behaviour, when I've done nothing except worship her." "No, this isn't right." "Yeah, you're telling me." "A bloke can feel hard done by." "I kissed one woman, just a kiss, just once." "And that was after taking her out, and then there was Fiona." "It's not like I've leapt into bed with anyone." "Well, apart from Jan. Jan, yeah." "But you know, all parties concerned agreed that was a mistake." "But I have not lied or cheated or deceived anyone." "But I've been made to feel like this villain, and now other people are getting involved and you're sleeping on the couch." "It's OK." "It's alright, 'cause there's gonna be some making up happening tonight, so it's not all bad." "Don't say anything." "It's a family business." "Everyone's got to do their bit." "Where's that coffee, Maureen?" "He thinks it's hilarious calling me Maureen." "Because he's too scared to do a girl's job." "How modern of him, not to mention witty and clever." "Forget about those coffees, Maureen." "We'll get them on the road." "Babe, shall we?" "Shall we what?" "I thought we were talking about selling the house." "We're doing more than that." "We're listing the property." "We'll get up there, get some photos." "You want me to go up to the house with you?" "I made a promise to you last night and I meant it." "If you want to cut all ties, that's what we're gonna do." "And she doesn't trust me." "Alright, Monty, gonna need you to chaperone, darling." "Grab the camera, we'll get some shots while we're up there." "Of course, you don't have to come if you don't want to, but I just thought we could get everything sorted in the proper adult fashion." "Morning." "Shouldn't you be at work?" "Nope." "No more work anymore." "Katie doesn't need me." "Bugger." "Hello." "Hi." "Look, I don't want to be confrontational." "That's never a great start to a conversation." "I thought we were alright." "That's what we said yesterday, that we were friends, everything was good." "Yes?" "So what about Shay?" "What about her?" "Letting her go." "Are you gonna tell me that's just coincidence?" "My god!" "Do you think...?" "Do you actually think...?" "No, it's not just a coincidence." "It's common sense." "Because of summer, people have gone, the peak season's over and there's not enough work for one person, let alone two." "And Shay knew that going in." "She had no problem with it yesterday." "Have you spoken to her?" "No." "No." "How dare you think that I would do something so horrible, that I'd be so vindictive and mean?" "I'm sorry, Katie, I really am." "I've got the wrong end of the stick." "You need to get over yourself, 'cause you're not that special." "Yeah, I know I'm not." "I'm just a bumbling..." "God." "You know, I wasn't always like this." "I was married for 20 years and I knew that woman back to front." "I knew everything." "She had this little crease here, and that meant she was annoyed, but just low-level annoyed, like I hadn't put the rubbish out or something like that." "The high-level annoyed, that was just silence and her mouth just set, and then I knew I had some work to do, and when she was trying not to laugh because someone had said something stupid, and we had of these private jokes, her eyes, they just danced," "and I just had to look at her, just for a second, and I knew exactly what she was feeling or thinking." "And now I'm starting again and I'm feeling my way and I'm trying to work out what people want, and I don't want to get it wrong, but that's what I keep doing, over and over." "So..." "George." "Do you want to know my advice?" "Yes." "And you can take this advice with a grain of salt, because I'm crap with men." "We have something in common." "With women." "I'm crap with women." "I know." "Yeah." "Sorry." "One, you need to stop apologising." "OK." "Two, you need to stop second-guessing yourself, trying to work out what people think." "I bet you couldn't read Laura's mind right away." "It took you 20 years to perfect that skill." "Well, this is good advice so far." "Enjoy the adventure of getting to know someone new." "Let your heart take charge and if it's pointing you to Fiona, follow it." "Mm." "What does, "Mm," mean?" "She..." "She made a questionnaire." "Say what?" "She wants me to answer a questionnaire." "That is so Fiona." "She likes to be in control, be organised." "What happened to adventure, let your heart decide?" "That was advice for you." "Alright." "For her, that kind of thing has landed her in a world of trouble." "The amount of times Robbie has lured her back..." "Everyone has their own story, you know?" "Robbie..." "Make sure you don't get your reflection in the glass." "I'm not a complete imbecile." "Well, it was Suzie who had the photography skills, let's be honest." "Leave him alone." "I'll go do the bedrooms." "What do you think?" "Auction, PBN?" "I don't know." "That's your department." "This is our love nest, babe." "I think you could have a part in selling it." "Love nest." "Listen to it." "Are you telling me you don't remember our first night here, when the furniture truck was delayed?" "All we had was an air bed." "I remember thinking that night, "This is it, man." ""All my dreams have come true." "I got my castle, got my princess."" "Then what happened, Robbie?" "I know, Fi." "I had everything I ever wanted and I let it slip through my hands." "I know that." "So...?" "Give me another chance... and I'll make damn sure every day, you know just how much you mean to me." "You mean everything to me." "It's too late." "Light's not the best in the ensuite, but I got some good ones." "Um..." "Shall we do the garden?" "Yep." "Yeah, it's only the house's biggest selling point, but how about we leave it out, Monty?" "Wouldn't want to attract buyers or anything, would we?" "I'm gonna wait in the car." "Good one, dipstick." "You have no idea, do you." "You know ice cream's not the answer though." "The answer to what question?" "A broken heart." "You know, that cliche of a girl eating a tub of ice cream to get over heartbreak." "Whoa." "For starters, I'm not a girl, and second, my heart isn't broken." "I just happen to like ice cream." "Mm" "Being unemployed is having an effect on you." "It's making you even more irritating." "What?" "Hey, hey, tell your dad we're all good." "Alright?" "Will he know what that means?" "Yeah, because we don't." "It means making up, done and dusted, and tell him that it was some good making up." "Woody, I am the school principal!" "You can't go sharing details of our personal..." "George, he needed to know, alright?" "He felt responsible." "Tell him." "I haven't taught them that yet." "They don't..." "Did you comprehend any of that?" "I never do." "I guess any good story needs to have bumps along the way to make it interesting, like getting on a rollercoaster, as someone very wisely recently told me." "The plunging lows, the soaring highs, the thrill of it." "George." "Not interrupting, I hope." "Actually, I was finally on a bit of a roll." "I won't keep you too long from your work." "Now, this might be a little bit awkward, but man to man, or family man to family man..." "My son has been through a hell of a lot in recent years." "I know." "I feel for him." "He's a good guy." "Well, I'm glad you feel that way." "But why, if you feel that way, are you moving in on his wife?" "You're talking about Robbie?" "Who did you think I was talking about?" "Monty, actually." "Monty?" "No!" "Fiona and Robbie have been split for a long time, she's not going back to him, it has nothing to do with me." "Well, it does, actually, because you are in the picture." "But if you remove yourself from the picture..." "No." "No, but now you, you remove yourself from this office right now." "You're asking me to leave my own business premises." "Or not." "I'll go." "And get some peace and quiet." "All I'm saying is that Robbie is turning his life around and Fiona is key to that, absolutely key." "Now, can you say the same?" "Is Fiona important to you, George?" "Done and... done." "No backing out now." "Unless we change our minds and pull the property from the market, move back in together and live happily..." "See you on auction day." "Well, if not before." "I mean, if we get a preauction offer, which could happen." "Now there's a real real estate agent in town." "See you, Monty." "Thanks for today." "You're welcome." "Hang on." "Hang on, you haven't initialled every page." "She hasn't initialled every page." "I would have thought a real real estate agent would have known that that's a requirement." "Get your hand off it, Monty." "Unless it's a stalling tactic." "You can't sell a property if the paperwork's not in order." "You know what, Maureen?" "Why don't you go back to your reception desk and stop making things up?" "My name is Monty and I don't appreciate being talked to like that." "Leave it, mate." "I'm talking to my wife." "What the hell was that?" "I've had enough." "I've had e-bloody-nough." "Did you just shove me?" "There are three things in this life I was good at, selling real estate, playing cricket and being a father." "And you, you took them all away from me." "You better stop doing that." "Cool, a fight." "Smack him, Monty!" "Shut up, Billy!" "For god's sake." "Stop it, you two!" "And here we are, the climax of the story, the bit where the hero defeats the villain." "Except it's not always that straightforward." "Ha!" "Nice one." "Really, Fi?" "Really?" "Aargh!" "Enough!" "Enough!" "Alright!" "What's... going on... here?" "I had a report of a... street brawl." "I'd assumed..." "it was out-of-towners." ""It won't be locals," I thought to myself." ""Locals don't scuffle in my streets," do they?" "Do they?" "No." "Good." "Then everyone can just..." "Get on with their business." "Am I right?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Like how I had your dad's back there?" "Yeah, you're a real hero." "Junior." "Yep?" "We've got work to do." "Yep." "I'll see you later." "Probably best Fiona got him first, otherwise you might have broken your hand again." "Yeah, thanks, Woody." "You know you don't have to pretend to be macho for me." "Pretend?" "There's nothing pretend about that." "That was pure macho energy." " huh." "It was!" "Did you not see me?" "This was not good parenting by example." "No." "No, it was not." "But it was funny." "You can move along now." "OK." "Nice punch." "It felt good, until it connected." "Now it's just bloody hurts." "We need to talk." "Yeah, we do." "Right now might not be ideal, so want to catch up later?" "Yeah." "OK?" "Yeah." "Good." "Right." "That's that sorted." "You'll be wanting your desk back." "No, no, just sit down." "It's like a refuge, this place, isn't it?" "I used to use it like a refuge when I was editor." "Life was good back then." "Not that I begrudge you." "I mean, you're a good editor." "I was a useless one." "See, at least I know that I'm bad at this job." "I just thought I was good at my others." "Real estate agent, father, captain of the cricket team." "But now..." "No, no, I'm sorry, Monty." "I'm not gonna let you do this." "What, unburden?" "Run yourself down." "You are an excellent cricketer." "And when I moved here and I thought I'd bought the wrong house, who talked me around?" "Who convinced me to stay?" "You did, Monty." "You." "The gift of the gab." "You went above and beyond your duty as a real estate agent." "I suppose I did in a way." "And the dad stuff, hey, it's a tough job." "But from what I know of Suzie, you're doing OK." "She thinks I'm a moron." "Yeah, well, maybe all daughters think that of their fathers." "It's up to you to prove to her that you're not." "Make her see the top bloke that you really are." "Yeah, I suppose I've just got to work out how." "No." "Don't just think about it." "Don't procrastinate." "None of that counts." "Nothing means anything until you actually take action." "And I'm not saying it's a guaranteed happily ever after, but you'll never know until you at least try." "So do it, Monty." "And while you're at it, you tell your brother to go f..." "You stand up to him." "OK, about this afternoon," "I have to reiterate as a parent that violence is never OK." "What violence?" "You guys were all like, """ "It was a serious brawl." "There was actual danger of physical harm." "The only person who threw a proper punch was your new girlfriend." "Fiona's not my girlfriend." "Yet." "Ooh. "Yet."" "If she were, how would you feel about that?" "Does it matter?" "It does to me, yes." "So if we said, "Don't do it," you wouldn't do it?" "Well, we'd certainly have something to talk about." "Right, so we would just be adding another layer to the overthinking thing." "This overthinking thing is overrated." "You think so, do you?" "Look, I've got a boyfriend." "Even Arlo had a girlfriend." "Has." "Has a girlfriend." "Who are we to say that you have to miss out?" "Yeah, I think you're ready." "Sort of." "Thanks." "Unless she says no, of course." "Which after the tragic events of today, is definitely a possibility." "You can go now." "Suzie, you're not going anywhere except home with me." "So pack your suitcase." "It isn't unpacked yet." "Good." "'Cause you're staying." "At home and at work." "With a pay rise." "Hold on." "Who is running this business?" "Certainly not you, Robert." "You talk yourself up, but ever since you've been back in Weld, you haven't sold a single property." "Yeah, 'cause I need time." "No-one trusts you!" "It's true, actually, Robbie." "You've ripped people off, you showed no remorse." "How is anyone supposed to trust you with their biggest asset?" "Are you hearing this, Dad?" "He makes some fair points." "As of tomorrow, I'm taking back the helm of McNamara Realty." "Robert can have a secondary role if he so chooses." "And if you ever mock my daughter again, I'll fire you." "We're all the hero of our own story, the star of our very own biopic..." "Do you have that questionnaire?" "♪ Everywhere someone is pleading to get someone back" "♪ Why can't we move on and baby, just leave it at that?" "♪ What's the change in you?" "♪ There's always someone new... ♪" "What?" "Are you serious?" "..and everyone's story has its happy moments..." "Miss you." "Miss you too." "..and the parts that are exquisitely sad." "♪ Just as true" "♪ I can't live without you... ♪" "But we need to those moments like we need the rain... ♪ So sleep tight" "♪ The long night, it comes... ♪" "..so that we can appreciate it when the sun comes out." "Hero or bad guy, you're not only the star of your own story, you're also the author of it." "I'm just saying that I put a lot of time and effort into that questionnaire." "But isn't part of the thrill of a relationship making discoveries as you go along?" "Well, I don't want to discover that you snore." "Well, I don't mind if you do." "Ladies don't snore, George." ""Makes generalisations based on gender." Noted." "And they lived happily ever after." "We'll see." "Captioned by Ai-Media ai-media. tv"