But I can also be irresponsible
and, uh, feckless.
Well, that is a real shame because I'm late.
Possibly very... probably pregnant.
Yeah, I've already spoken to Peta.
- Did ya? - Mmm.
What did she say? When do I start training?
Wait, you're not gonna give him a go?
Not this year, no.
You don't need money, you need some time.
Stay a week.
We'll sort the car out. Then we'll see where you're at.
I like the way you do business, Mr Crabb.
That'll be Councillor Crabb soon.
Once the voters have their say.
Excuse me?
Angie's on the radio.
Which Californian sporting team
is named after the original gold prospectors?
The 49ers.
The 49ers?
Oh, forget school.
Get those passports ready, Angie...
Yes! We're going to California!
Come on! Let's go!
I don't get why we need another librarian.
She's not a librarian, Lewis.
She's a literacy specialist, and a very good one.
We're lucky to have her.
Yeah, but surely it's up to the parents
to shell out for extra learning
if their little Johnny isn't up to it.
The P&C voted, I secured funding.
You would know that if your head wasn't firmly...
- Yes? - in your council business.
How come your name isn't on this list?
I got something on that weekend.
The spelling bee is important.
It doesn't look good if the council nominee doesn't make a showing.
Have a good day.
What did you do?!
It just went off.
It's clearly too sensitive.
No, it's not.
This is a classic car.
Yeah, '73 911 coupe.
No accounting for taste, huh?
This is staff parking only, so you're gonna have to...
- Oh, hello. Welcome. - Hi.
- Is she the new teacher? - Oh, she must be.
You found us okay? Of course you did.
- Stupid question. - Ahem.
Er, Izzy Dreyfus, our new literacy specialist.
Oh.
Nick Gazecki. I'm the music teacher.
Nick will get you organised in the staffroom.
- I can't right now. I've got to... - Thank you.
- Oh, what's her tat say? - I don't know.
Right. Shall we?
I think I was expecting someone more teacher-y or something.
She'll be a welcome addition to the staffroom.
- Oh, totally. - Love her jacket too.
What do you call that look?
Youth.
This is a test, isn't it?
It's just to see if you need my help.
So don't feel bad.
A lot of kids need a hand with literacy.
- Poppy doesn't. - Poppy Oliver?
Hmm?
Uh! We'll see. She's up next.
Would you like to start?
A...
As councillor, I pro... promise
to clean up our community
and make it a better place for...
for ever-e...
ever-i-on who comes here.
Well, it's hard to pronounce the words when they're misspelt.
Sorry.
This is why I'm running, garbage collection.
Just another council service that's gone to the dogs.
They leave behind more than they pick up.
Drains are blocked every time it rains.
That's the point of a drain, to collect the rain.
Well, when you put it like that, Lewis.
Hey, Nick! Earth to Nick.
Oh, sorry.
What do you think of this sign?
Sorry, I haven't slept. The hormones.
Testosterone?
It's Rachel. Ever since the pregnancy, she's been... insatiable.
Insatiable? How?
Two or three times.
- What, a week? - A night!
Oh, well, yeah, we've all been there.
Yeah.
See you, darling.
- What, are you going already? - Yeah, I've got to get back.
- Back to school? - Yep.
We've still got a couple of hours, don't we?
Yeah, I have to get going.
- Okay. - Bye.
Should make an impact.
At this house and this street.
- What about Nepean South? - What about it?
You should be on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram.
You've got to be amongst the people.
I am amongst the people.
Speaking for the people, there is no apostrophe in 'care's.
Who's gonna notice an upside down comma?
Me. I couldn't vote for a man who can't control his punctuation.
Fine. I'll paint it out.
Mark, I've got a flat pack that needs putting together
in the bedroom.
The one we're converting to OliveHill HQ.
Can't Nick help?
Well, he hasn't got your tools.
- Could I do it later? - When we have our meeting.
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
Here we go.
- Dad. - Yeah?
Is it today or yesterday?
Well, it's yesterday in LA and today here, I think.
Ask me tomorrow. One second, baby.
Hey! Welcome back, gang.
- Raf? - Kids, bring it in.
Boys, Ange, oh!
Okay, guys, unpack, come on.
So you want a place to live?
No! Bro, I'm hurt.
There's no agenda this time. I'm serious.
While you were away, Lewis got me thinking about stuff.
Oh, yeah. What kind of stuff?
Like you and me, my future.
He inspired me to call your footy friend Peta.
Yeah, yeah, Peta Cox. And?
And she invited me for a meet and greet.
I don't know, I must have impressed her
because I've got a fitness test this Saturday.
I'm taking the guys Kokoda training tomorrow.
- Maybe you should tag along. - Yeah.
Yeah, I'm there.
I'm back. Kids, who wants brekkie?
- Me! - Me!
All right, dig in. Dig in.
Do you think Nick looks tired?
Huh? I... hadn't noticed.
I don't think he's sleeping.
Ah... could be the hormones.
Testosterone, you know, happens at his... at our age.
Right.
There we go.
- So quick. - Yeah.
You really know how to use those tools.
Love a man in a tool belt.
Um... do you think I could uh...
could I have my mallet?
Oh.
Thank you.
Right, okay. Thanks very much.
Oop, sorry. Here we go.
There we go, darling.
Daddy's here.
Here we go.
Okay, have fun. You've got 10 minutes.
Kids wanted to show off their souvenirs.
- Hey. - How was the family holiday?
Yeah, good. All good.
All expenses paid, what's not to love?
Hey, thanks for looking after Rafiq.
I don't know what you did, but he's like a new man.
I think he responded to my wisdom.
Who's this?
Oh, that's Izzy. She's the new literacy specialist.
And a terrible driver.
Yeah.
- Hey there. - Mark... Oliver.
Mark Oliver, is that French?
Yeah... No. Oh, well, Mark first name, Oliver last name.
Ah, Poppy's dad.
- Justin. - Right.
- Justin Baynie? - Yep.
Yeah, I had the biggest crush on you in Year 10.
- Oh! - I didn't get out much back then.
Can I see you in my classroom for a moment, Lewis?
Absolutely. I'm all yours.
Thanks. Excuse me.
How did Tilda go this morning?
Yeah, Tilda's fine.
But she did bring in something of yours to read.
Lewis, do you read?
Of course I read.
I mean books with lots of text.
Well, I don't get that much time.
Why, are you gonna recommend something?
Maybe, but not a book.
See, I looked at the way that you spelt things,
the way that you constructed sentences.
Well, I'm not an expert like you.
No, of course,
but there were some obvious problems that I can help you with.
Have you ever been tested for dyslexia?
No. Why?
I think you might be under that umbrella.
What umbrella?
How do you feel about taking a test?
How can I be dyslexic?
Well, you do tick a few of these boxes.
I spell, I write, I read.
Oh, your spelling is appalling,
your writing is dreadful and you hardly ever read.
I read books to Tilda every night.
Well, you interpret them.
I don't remember Alice ever going to the Wonderland RSL
for $2 pots with her mates.
Well, that's... poetic licence.
Well, I think Izzy's just revoked your licence.
Are you taking a shower?
Oh, you used to like my man sweat.
I do.
Hey, I'm working afternoon shift tomorrow.
- Can you mind Georgia? - Mm-hm.
What are you doing?
Gettin' jiggy.
It's work. I'll...
- I'll switch off. - Mm-hm.
Funny work emergency?
Oh, not an emergency. Just a funny email.
Some other time.
Hey! Don't feel bad.
What, that my wife prefers a funny email to me?
- At least Rachel finds me sexy. - Rachel?
Yeah, she tried to crack on to me twice today.
Why is that so funny?
Oh, no. No, no, it's not.
Um, you... I think you have a split in your PJs.
Oh, for the love of...
S-T-L-E-T. Wrong. Try again.
I-S-T-L-T-O-E. Wrong. Try again.
Oh, stupid bloody thing.
It's after midnight, darl. What are you doing?
I'm practising for the spelling bee.
I don't want to look stupid in front of the voting public.
- It's meant to be a fun event. - Oh, for you maybe.
If it wasn't for autocorrect, I'd be stuffed.
Autocorrect's made everyone illiterate.
Everyone's not running for council.
L-I-S-C-L...
Raf, let's do it.
Work harder. Let's go.
Come on, boys!
To the top of the hill and back again.
Kokoda's gonna be tougher than this.
Come on, Raf. I thought you were an elite athlete.
Let's go, fellas. Speed it up. He's making you look soft.
- Don't see you running. - That's because I'm fit.
Thanks for helping out with Rachel. You really took one for the team.
- How so? - The bookshelf.
- I kept putting it off. - Oh, yeah.
Rafiq, you all right?
Hey, I didn't tell you to stop.
Come on, bottom of the hill and back again.
- Are you right? - I feel crap.
If you can't hack this, how will you last four quarters of footy?
Come on, man up! Let's go, boys.
Hey, Sergeant Baynie, cool it.
Yeah, bro.
- Cool it. - Oh, yeah? Is that all you got?
Angie hits harder than you.
- Does she now? - Yeah.
And still the champion!
Hey, get up. Stop joking.
Hey, Rafiq, are you all right?
- Hey? - Hey.
Come on, mate, hey.
- Raf. - Raf.
Yes, yes, that's right.
Yeah, the bottom of the hill. On the esplanade.
Yes, thank you.
You are kidding me.
Hey, talk to me. Raf!
What happened? Did he hit his head or...?
- There weren't any rocks. - Exhaustion maybe.
I mean, he was going pretty hard at the end there.
- Hey! - I still beat you lot.
Hey, hey.
Hey, just chill, okay? Chill.
We're getting you an ambulance, okay?
What? Why? No, I'm fine. It's just...
It's low blood sugar, okay?
- I just need some food. - Right.
The access gate's locked.
We're gonna have to meet the ambulance down there.
- Okay. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- What are you doing? - You heard him.
We need to meet them at the gate.
- Okay, okay, just... - Take this off.
- I'm fine! - You're not fine.
- I got it. - Come on. Just to the gate.
Mark, please tell me you're close. I can't take her with me.
Mark?
Oh, Abi, you're home.
Um, yeah, I live here.
Mark said I could borrow his tools.
- I want to hang some paintings. - Oh!
Sorry, I thought you'd be at work.
Yes, well, so did I, but Mark's supposed to be minding Georgia.
I suppose I could take her.
No. That's fine. Thank you. But, um... we'll manage.
Very well. Thank you.
Yeah, scratch the ambulance. He's up and about.
- That's because I'm fine. - Get in the car.
Yes, we'll drop by Emergency on the way home just to make sure.
Thanks, fellas.
- See ya. - See ya.
Oh, a ticket! The machine was broken!
Oh, Abi's gonna kill me.
What a joke!
Money-grabbing parking tickets, locked gate, no emergency access.
Bugger it! You know what.
I'm gonna take a broom to that council.
Oh, Lewis Crabb cleaning up council.
Yeah, I can see that. Ha!
Cleaning up council.
Picture this, me with a broom, sweeping Town Hall into the rubbish!
Or not.
Whatever you reckon. You could be my campaign director.
Oh, I don't know. I... I've got a business.
Make me your business.
Money's no object... within reason. Its a win-win.
- I raise my profile and Olive Tree... - Hill.
Olive Tree Hill gets the kudos for promoting a winning candidate.
All right! But I have final say on strategy.
And I get to check every press release.
Mate, you can stick your commas wherever you like.
Just get me elected.
Isn't this fun coming to Mummy's work in rush hour?
Yes, it is!
Dr Albert, if you are here today, please report to ED.
Ah. Gavin, Gavin.
Um, time to brush up on your paediatrics.
This child is dehydrated.
She needs regular obs,
300mls of warm milk, some mashed banana.
And I'd recommend a nap in about half an hour.
Uh, there's a storybook in here.
- Georgia? - Mm-hm.
What's wrong with her?
Negligent father.
Dr Albert, when you're ready.
Mr Barami, you must be born under an unlucky star.
At least your complexion's improved since the last time I saw you.
Rafiq? So, ah, you had a turn at the beach?
Yeah, it used to happen to me all the time during training.
Why didn't you say?
Because it doesn't matter.
You used to lose consciousness during training?
Well, no, just head spins.
I mean, this is the very first time that I've ever passed out.
Sober.
But I'm as fit as I've ever been.
Can you organise a cardio consult right away with Dr Coleman?
- A cardio...? - It's just a precaution.
Hi, I'm Lewis Crabb,
and I'm here at St Michael's Hospital,
where a young man who, due to a locked council gate,
was forced to walk 100m after he collapsed,
is now receiving the treatment that he requires.
You, give me the patient.
No, I'm sorry, Nurse. I'm the campaign manager for...
Give me the patient now. Or should I call security?
She's not a patient. She's... she's actually my daughter.
She's Dr Albert's daughter?
Well, if you want to be technical about it, yeah.
Look, there was just a bit of a mix-up with creche, so...
Well, then, I should report it
to ensure this egregious waste of hospital resources
never happens again.
Oh, there's no need for that. We're all adults here.
Except for the baby.
Oh, please. Stop selling, Mr Crabb.
I'm not buying.
Okay, thanks. I'll let him know.
So, good to go?
- Not yet. - What is it?
The scan suggests you have arrhythmia.
It's an irregular heartbeat.
What's that mean, like a once off?
It could be more serious than that.
We need to do some more tests.
But given your history of dizzy spells,
I think it's an ongoing condition.
So what's he need to do to get better?
Beta-blockers can help to regulate the heartbeat,
otherwise we may need to implant a defibrillator.
The most important thing is to
avoid anything that puts undue stress on the heart.
Or what?
The good thing is we've found it now.
I did this to him, didn't I? I pushed him too hard.
- Justin, it's not your fault. - Abi, what is it?
There is another issue that affects you and the boys.
I'm really sorry but this condition is genetic.
I would have been better off not knowing
and then collapsing on a footy field.
Come on, don't be silly. You don't mean that.
At least I'd be remembered.
I mean, who remembers the kid who never made it because he had a turn?
Great story, Raf.
I don't even have a scar to show for it.
I'm sorry.
Don't be, because I'm not going out like this.
You heard the doc, I can beat it with the drugs.
Yeah, manage it.
Same thing, whatever.
Yeah, I guess I played with guys who had medical problems.
One bloke, I remember, had half a foot.
- Yeah, Davey Cowes, right? - Yeah.
He had a great kick.
That was the other foot, but still...
You'll bounce back.
- Am I in trouble? - I don't know, Mark.
Do you deserve to be in trouble?
Look, all I said to Toni...
What's going on with you and Rachel?
- Oh, you mean her hormones? - No, I mean with you.
She was here today borrowing your tools.
Or at least that's what she told me.
I told you she was into me.
Oh, don't worry, I'm a one-woman man.
Who just happens to be attractive to other women.
I guess that makes me a lucky woman, then, huh?
- I guess it does. - Right.
What did you tell Toni about Georgia?
I told her she was our child...
because she was threatening to call security.
Oh, no!
Now she knows I had my kid at the hospital.
I need to call her before this becomes a thing.
Well, more of a thing.
Stuck again, Dad?
Oh, just the usual speed hump, Pops.
What's the product this time?
Lewis Crabb.
Pops, what do you think a councillor is?
They have them at Mum's work. They listen to people's problems.
Listening. Listening... is important.
Who would listen to Lewis?
What if he gave them something?
Like coffee?
Hashtag coffee with Crabb.
They talk, he listens.
I like it.
You are a chip off the old block. Mwah.
Now, I have to make a call.
It doesn't hurt, boys.
The halter monitor just records your heartbeat over 24 hours.
Why do we have to wear these things?
Because the hospital's doing a special study on twins
to see if their hearts beat the same.
- Come on. - Good boy. Zac.
Justin, you can stop.
Did I pass?
Looks like you passed. No arrhythmia.
What about Rafiq? You mentioned beta-blockers.
Or a defibrillator if they don't work.
Let's say they do, what's to stop him playing footy again?
Well, drugs can only do so much. The more stress Rafiq puts...
Yeah, yeah, I know you have to give me the worst-case scenario.
But this is me, Abi. There must be a way he can play footy again.
- Right? - I'm sorry, there's not.
Do you want me to tell him?
No, I'll do it.
Do you have a moment to talk about the Local Council elections?
No, fair enough. It's only your future.
Can you pretend you're listening to me?
Oh, shouldn't be too hard.
- I'm dying here. - Aw!
Where's my campaign manager?
- Hey, Nick... - Not now, Lewis.
Oi!
I set it to a lower sensitivity.
Oh, I hope not too low. You don't want to lose all sensation.
Beautiful bike girl.
You know, I think it's the combination of the brainy vibe
and the boots.
What does your tattoo say?
It says 'wanderlust'.
- Did it hurt? - Can't say. I was out of it.
- Oh! - Groovy.
Oh, she means rad.
No, I remember 'groovy' and 'rad'.
Groovy was fine.
What are you doing?
I don't want my campaign turning into a circus!
It's called getting your message out.
I see coffee! Mwah!
How much is this gonna cost me?
You said money was no object.
- Of course it's an object! - Put it on your credit card.
I'm kidding. A mate did a favour.
I've got contacts, and Twitter.
And by the way, the local press are here today.
You are launching your campaign.
But... I haven't got a speech.
Good. You're supposed to be listening.
Hashtag coffee with Crabb.
What's not to like?
- Everybody got a coffee? - Vote 1 Lewis Crabb.
Look, I won't keep you long.
I'm Lewis Crabb and I'm running for Local Council.
I've got no love for politics or politicians,
but I do love Nepean South.
And I can't stand by and let this egregious council
run it into the ground.
I've lived in this suburb for over 10 years,
so I know what affects you,
and I think that if we work together,
we can build a suburb that we can be proud of.
Yes, we can! Yes, we can!
And if you'd like to see Mr Crabb in top flight,
make sure you come to the spelling bee
where you can see him
separating his existentialism from his egalitarianism.
I'm not doing that spelling bee.
Your supporters out by your coffee van were clapping.
They're expecting to see you there, you know.
As a voice of the people, Lewis.
I didn't realise public office would be so public.
Oh, toughen up, tiger.
The smaller the prize, the dirtier it gets.
Hmm. I won't be playing dirty. Unlike you.
Does that mean you'll do it?
Might be a few votes in it.
Do I have a choice?
Excuse me.
Heather Looby.
Felix Digby's broken his other wrist.
Honestly, that child.
Lewis, what are you doing?
Looby conned me into the spelling bee.
Well, you can do it.
Just meet me in my classroom after school and I'll give you a few tips.
Maybe.
- You got a moment? - I'm not going anywhere.
Okay.
- So how did the treadmill test go? - Oh...
Let me guess. You're all clear.
You were always so lucky.
Hey, kids, knock it off.
So how are you holding up?
Yeah, good. Good.
I decided that I'm not gonna let this thing define me.
You know, last night I couldn't sleep, bro.
I was just laying there, thinking about getting on the field again.
Mmm.
And I got that feeling, you know, the spark?
I...
I haven't felt that in months.
Yeah, let's just hope Peta doesn't let you down again.
She can't. Not twice.
- You had something to say? - Huh?
Oh, no. It was nothing.
Nick! Where are you, my gorgeous love god?
Come here, you. Huh?
Atticus is on the PlayStation.
He can't hear a thing with those headphones on.
Oh, Rach.
I just need a few more minutes.
Better be quick.
Just need a little nap on the couch...
If Tilda asks, don't tell her I was here.
Our secret endeavour.
Easy. E-N-D...
Remember chunking.
Just break it into groups of letters.
E-N-D... E-A-V... O-U-R.
Impeccable.
Thanks.
Oh, that as well.
Just cut it into syllables.
I-M-P-E-C-C-A-B-L-E.
See, it's perfect. It's good.
Great work.
Lewis, give me your phone.
Now, I've set up a Twitter account
and I need you to understand how to use it.
Show me.
Well, I want you to use it as a kind of campaign diary,
but, you know, throw in a few personal observations of your own.
Like the debacle with Rafiq at the shire park?
Hashtag debacle.
Gold Crabb.
What about 'egregious'? Can we use 'egregious'?
How do you spell 'egregious'?
Egregious, E-G...
Let's go with 'bad'. It's strong, it's simple.
Also there's a thing called a hashtag,
which allows you to connect with other followers.
The important thing is is that they understand your tweet.
Keep them short, keep them simple.
Okay. You have a go.
You've tweeted a cat with a bow tie.
Perfect.
Well, describe the cravings.
Constant. It's all I think about.
One look at him and bang. Is that weird?
No! How strong are they?
Oh, strong enough that I ended up at Mark's place.
Mark's place?
I borrowed his tools to build flat packs.
I figured if I kept busy it'd keep my mind off things.
Well, distraction therapy definitely helps.
Is there nothing I can take?
- I'm afraid not. - Oh!
I'm driving Nick crazy.
Clawing at him the whole time.
I feel so... desperate.
Oh, don't. I was exactly the same.
- Really? - Poor Lewis lost a couple of kilos.
On the weekends, he would go fishing to get a break.
Wakey-wakey!
Rach! What are you doing?
Why are you still napping here?
Come up to our bed.
Because if I went upstairs, you'd want to...
Oh, I know, have sex.
I can't keep up. It's embarrassing.
I feel like I'm rejecting you every time, but I can't.
Honestly, I can't.
I know. I'm sorry I've been harassing you.
It's these pregnancy hormones.
Gemma's given me a few suggestions.
I will try to restrain myself to twice a day.
Great.
Aside from that, how do you feel about fishing?
Hmm?
Yep.
Hey, Ange, go get the boys, okay?
What did the doctor say?
They want me to stay in bed for three more days.
Okay. Well, uh, hang in there.
I gotta go, okay? Ah, I'll speak to you later.
- All right, mate. - All right, bye.
Dad, Jacob's not getting up!
What? Jacob!
Jacob! Oi!
Hey. Oi, Jake. Jake, it's Dad.
What's going on here?
We were being robots, like Uncle Raf.
I unplugged Jacob and he short-circuited.
Peta, are we still on?
Great. Okay, bye.
Hi! Could you just leave that there?
Rafiq's in the bathroom. Thank you.
I can have them put them back on.
No, no, there should be enough data here. Looks good.
How good?
I'm told perfectly normal rhythm.
- Yes! We're normal. - You're not.
Come here, you two. Come here.
You guys really scared me, you know that.
You have my permission to go crazy at the spelling bee.
Dead in a Rolls-Royce having overeaten again.
- What? - In case I get diarrhoea.
It's a classic spelling bee word.
- It's a memory trick I learnt. - Hi!
- Hi. - Hi.
Good luck, Daddy.
I'll be fine.
As long as I don't get 'croquembouche'.
Please, Tils, anything but croquembouche.
- Hey. - Hey.
You're trending.
The video I put up, it's getting a lot of likes.
- Yeah. - So do cat videos.
Um, yeah, so anyway, I thought 'something breezy'.
Oh, same jackets then.
- Have you seen Nick? - No.
- He's probably hiding somewhere. - Sorry?
Oh, he'll be around somewhere.
- Oh. - Yeah.
"Crabb will clean up at Nepean South spelling bee." Clever.
It's good, isn't it?
Rachel is all over Mark.
- And she's dressed like... - Like us.
Is she checking out all of the dads?
It's pregnancy. It's nature's Viagra.
So the only reason she's hitting on Mark is because of hormones?
Pretty much.
Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed judges, let the bee begin.
Your word is 'eviscerate'.
E-V-I-S-C-E-R-A-T-E.
Correct.
Mr Baynie, your word is 'arrhythmia'.
A-R-Y-T...
Incorrect!
Daddy, your word is 'frenvy'.
Um, frenvy isn't a word, darling.
Yes, it is. I read it online.
It's jealousy of someone you like.
I'll allow it.
Frenvy.
It's obviously a portmanteau.
Uh, F-R-dash-E...
Incorrect!
- But it... - Incorrect!
Lewis Crabb.
Daddy, your word is 'profiteroles'.
- Profiteroles? - Yes.
As in, a tower of profiteroles is also known as a croquembouche.
Profiteroles...
P-R-O... F-I-T-E-R... O-L-E-S.
Correct!
We have a tie break, folks.
Miss Dreyfus, your word is 'tarantula'.
Ahem. Easy.
T-A-R-A-N-T-U-L-A.
Correct.
Daddy, your word is...
is... 'libarian'.
Could I have that in context, darling?
The 'libarian' works at the library.
'Libarian'...
L-I-B-A-R-I-A-N.
But Miss Looby, 'libarian' isn't a word.
It's pronounced 'librarian'.
Well, you did allow 'frenvy'.
Mr Crabb spelt the word he was given correctly.
We have a tie.
Our winners, folks.
Now we're to have some words of wisdom from Lewis Crabb.
Oh, I'd like to say something.
Vote 1 Lewis Crabb!
Thank you very much, Miss Dreyfus.
Who would have thought my maiden political speech
would be easier than this spelling bee.
But ladies and gentlemen,
on a serious note, we have a great community spirit...
- Raf's in trouble. - here at Nepean South.
And that was on display today.
And as a community, we can achieve great things.
If you dream it, you can do it.
You and me. Vote 1 Lewis Crabb.
Warmed up enough?
Yep. Let's do it.
Set.
Raf, stop!
Raf! Raf, wait!
Hey! Hey, hear me out, please.
- I'm doing this. - No, you're not.
Yeah? Well, then, stop me.
Oi! Baynie, back off. He's in the middle of a trial!
Stay out of it.
- Mate, it's over. - Over?
- Yeah. - I've just started.
Your heart, it's serious.
What are you talking about?
You can't keep pushing yourself like this anymore.
I'm going to.
Look, you've got your whole life to be great at something else.
- But I'm great at this, Justin! - I know.
- I get it. - Okay, it's not fair.
I just want to do something that I love doing.
I know. I get that.
Peta said that she'd take care of me.
She doesn't care about you.
All she cares about is her footy stats.
Them...
they couldn't care less about how fast you run
or how you kick a football.
You matter.
You matter to me. To all of us.
Just get out of my way, bro.
I said I was a one-woman man.
You know, I like this new look.
Every day?
Who doesn't love a dirty doctor?
Maybe just for private consultations.
Want to know what all the fuss is about?
I know what all the fuss is about.
I thought it was you.
Looks perfect.
Thanks.
And thanks for being such a good sport at the spelling bee.
I owe you one.
Not at all. It was very sweet of you.
Tilda's a lucky girl.
And Iz, I don't think I'll be taking any tests.
I reckon I'm fine the way I am.
So do I.
I'll see ya.
Happy Birthday, mate.
Thank you. Thanks.
- What is that? - It's a new low-carb boutique beer.
Boutique? What a crock.
Put that in your campaign material.
Oh, Izzy. Thought she'd be more club than pub.
Yeah, me too.
Perfect chance to win a few female votes.
Hello, ladies.
Oh, smooth.
I'm Lewis Crabb and I'm running for Local Council.
All right, I better head off. Got to read the baby a bedtime story.
- It's not even born yet. - Rachel's idea.
She reckons that it helps with early cerebral stimulation.
Excuse me for a sec.
- See you, lads. - See ya.
Hey!
It doesn't belong to you!
Hey!
Izzy!
What's the go? Is that your bike?
- Yep. - I'll call the cops.
No, no, I don't want the police involved.
I know the guy. I'll sort it out.
All right, well, if you're sure.
Yeah.
- Is this your local? - Ah, yeah.
I don't really come here much anymore, though.
A special occasion?
Yeah, it's, uh... my birthday.
Oh, I didn't know. You should have told me at school.
I don't really like all the fuss, you know.
Happy birthday, Mr Gazecki.
Look at him.
He's like a sponge, absorbing knowledge, challenging himself.
At his age, I would have had a comic hidden in the book.
Did I tell you Izzy's identified him as
a candidate for accelerated literacy studies?
Mmm!
I always knew he was gifted.
Izzy's confirmed it.
She's such an asset to Nepean South.
- Mmm. - We're so lucky to have her.
All right, kids, time to brush your teeth. Come on.
How you going with the meds?
Hey, maybe you should help out with the DONS sessions,
you know, check out the routines, improve them.
- Pass. - Oh, come on.
What else have you got on?
Well, something that doesn't involve me watching middle-aged dads
do things that I can't do anymore.
Oh, you've been on that couch all week watching crap TV.
So?
So it's... you know, it's time to rise.
Time to get up. Get your body moving.
I can't. Heart strain's a no-no, remember.
Yeah, I get that.
It's time to get up, get on with your life.
I'm here to help.
Vote 1 Lewis Crabb.
Vote 1 Crabb.
Surely you must have rammed one of them
down all the parents throats by now.
Hey, if it's worth doing, it's worth overdoing.
See you've swapped your flash cafe racer for a fixie.
Oh, it's temporary, I hope.
Catch you guys at assembly.
Allow me.
Oh, well, chivalry isn't completely lost then.
If you want to find him on Twitter, he's at 'the real Lewis Crabb'.
Oh! Cute handle.
I mean, really, it's great to see that you're embracing social media.
Walk the walk and all that.
Yeah.
I found an agent for our Kokoda trip.
- I reckon we should lock it in. - Yeah, about that...
- Hey, you are not piking out. - You're not.
Yeah, I can't just abandon my brother. He's a mess.
What did we do all that training for?
We're going to Kokoda, end of story.
Yeah, I just have to play it by ear.
Good morning, parents.
We have a huge week here
with all levels participating in Science Week.
I hate Science Week.
Abi will be in her element.
Thank you so much. It really is a great cause.
I really appreciate it. See you.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Kokoda, huh? - Yeah.
Uh, me and the guys are going.
Oh, yeah. I read the blurb.
Fundraising for Nepean South's music program.
- It's cool. - Yeah. I, uh...
I want the kids to experience more cultural music.
Maybe bring in some guests or...
Yeah, I mean, I played the sitar in India once.
I was terrible, but it was fun.
Hey...
Listen, about last night, I think we should clear the air.
- Okay. - Well, you kissed me.
- Guilty. - We should address it.
It was just a kiss.
- Was it? - Wasn't it?
Well... I'm in a relationship and we're expecting.
I didn't know. I'm sorry.
- Now you do. - Yeah.
I guess I just wanted to feel, I don't know, connected.
Look, I really am sorry.
I should have had self-control.
- What? - Around you.
I find it hard to keep to myself.
So the emoji with the smoke coming out of his nostrils...
is that good or bad?
Well, it depends on the context.
Okay, their emoji is showing outrage,
which agrees with your outrage,
which means they agree with you.
Well, that's a thumbs up.
Social media can win campaigns.
So the guy with a zipper across his mouth,
that means 'say nothing', right?
That's right.
That's a thumbs up.
Why is Uncle Raf still sleeping?
Go jump on him.
I got you! I got you!
Hey, are you right to watch the kids? I've got a DONS session.
Uh... yeah.
- Yeah? - Yeah, sure.
When will you get better, Uncle Raf?
Dad will look after you.
He always fixes me when I'm sick.
Your dad's got Kokoda to worry about.
He's not going.
He said he'll have to stay behind to look after you.
I don't know how much I can help you if you don't listen to my advice.
Fine. What am I doing wrong?
Well, have a look in the mirror. How do you see yourself?
That's how other people will see you.
How do you clowns see me?
- You're old. - You're bossy.
You are independently wealthy, okay.
Ha. Funny. I mean my qualities.
Stuff that's gonna get me elected.
You've got life experience.
That's just another way of saying I'm old.
You're really good at voicing your opinion.
Sometimes a bit forcefully, though.
It's just another way of saying I'm bossy.
You're passionate.
You're passionate about Nepean South
and you want to preserve what's great about it.
That's not gonna happen if I don't get elected.
You've already got our votes. That's three.
- Plus Gemma, four. - Abi.
- Maybe. - What do you mean maybe?
She's a swinging voter.
Unpredictable.
All women are unpredictable.
You need those votes if you are any chance to win this election.
He's just lovely, sensitive, switched on, talented.
I've only been at Nepean South a short time,
but, honestly, we clicked straight away.
It's pretty rare to find that in a school setting, you know?
Yeah.
Nick, are you here?
Hi.
- Are you... hiding? - No.
Just uh...
Just looking for the... the cinnamon.
- Oh. Found it, did you? - Yeah.
- Hi. - Hi.
I didn't realise you two were together.
Yeah, uh, we're... we are... very much.
And, um... we're expecting... a baby.
Anyway, good news. I've secured Izzy as Atticus's tutor.
Tutor? For what?
Accelerated literary studies.
Remember? She's identified him as a candidate.
It's a bit early for all that, don't you think?
Oh, not at all.
The earlier gifted children get the support they need, the better.
Atticus might not want that.
Young boys need scraped knees, climbing trees, instruments.
Oh, we've talked it through.
- Can't wait. - Mmm.
Seems he and Izzy have quite a connection,
so she'll be spending quite a bit of time with us.
Isn't that great?
Get 'em while they're hot.
Morning, ladies.
I'm Lewis Crabb, and I'm running for council.
Here, have one of these.
All you need to know is that if I'm elected,
I will be the voice of all women in Nepean South.
You're not a woman.
No, no. But I have wife and daughters.
And I know what you're up against.
What he means is he has a lot of empathy
for all of the challenges you face here in Nepean South.
Yep, yeah, and as a stay-at-home dad,
I do a lot of the stuff that you women do.
Women have babies. Can you do that?
I've helped to make a few.
He's got a wicked sense of humour.
Okay, we should probably wrap this up. We've really got to go.
I've been in the delivery room.
I mean, you know, not for all of them.
But I know what goes on.
And I delivered my own daughter's baby in the back of my car,
so I know how messy it can get.
Messy? You want messy?
Hey!
How's your schedule looking, darl?
Well, I'm hoping after my foot massage I might be able to get a manicure.
What about Abi, is she around?
Lewis, what is this about?
The campaign needs a female touch.
It's all getting a bit too blokey. It's turning people off.
Especially the lady voters.
So you want some token females to serve coffee?
- What's wrong with that? - How long have you got?
- Well, can you help out or not? - No, Lewis, I can't, okay.
I'm fixing sick people.
And you shouldn't run on a pro-feminist ticket
when it's not part of your true agenda.
I'm so glad I called.
Look, just be yourself, darl, all right?
No point pretending to be anything else.
It looks like he's got an eye for the classics.
Can work with that.
Are you sure this is a good idea, given your...
feelings?
I don't know.
I mean, I might not be able to restrain myself.
You and me in the same space.
I guess I'm just gonna have to remember that I'm a professional
and focus on Atticus instead of you.
Nick.
I gotta go.
I'll see you tomorrow, champ.
Hey!
Where's your motorbike?
I'm riding a pushbike at the moment. That one looks way cooler.
I've never really understood the whole motorbike thing, anyway.
Oh, it's amazing: the feeling of freedom, the adrenaline.
- Why did you give it up? - I haven't.
At least not voluntarily.
- Bad break-up story. - Oh.
Yeah, my boyfriend was being possessive,
which didn't work for me.
I'm not into being owned.
- Wanderlust. - Exactly.
So I broke it off, but he took my bike.
Your ex is the guy that stole the bike?
- It's messy, I know. - Well, I feel for you.
I've had bad news partners.
You've got to look after yourself, even if it means fighting dirty.
Believe me, I'm prepared to do that.
Have a legal letter drawn up. Nick will do it for you.
- Hi. - Got a sec?
Mark's picking Sophie up from creche.
Actually, I'm here to see you.
Uh, I was about to leave for work.
- Won't take long. - Okay. Come in.
Is everything all right?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, good as gold.
Shame I can't say the same thing about our community.
Are you here to get my vote?
Take it easy. Let me earn it first.
Did Mark put you up to this?
No, this is me, your local candidate lending you my ear.
Your opinion matters, Abi. I need to hear your concerns.
So... please.
Any thoughts at all?
- Honestly? - Yes, you can talk to me.
Lose the 'lending the ear' line
and when someone says they want to be my voice,
I kind of think 'meh'.
Oh, and the uh, the bit about the community... made me cringe.
New campaign material.
It's pink.
Yeah. You like it? Thought it might appeal to women.
Well, not all women like pink.
Yeah, but most do. Don't they?
"I understand that mothers are not just mothers.
They're also full-time workers,
drivers, cooks, cleaners, coaches, nurses.
Mothers do it all.
If elected I will consider it my job
to make your lives easier in every possible way."
Well, what are you trying to say, darl, that you understand women?
Don't you want to be understood?
Well, of course we do.
But saying that you understand us just makes us sound simple.
Time to get up, Raf! You can't be sleeping on the couch all...
Hey, bro, I'm just helping the boys with their science project.
They're doing smells.
Oh.
Aftershave, garlic and a fart.
Oh! Silent but deadly.
The boy's a genius.
I mean, who would have thought of putting farts in a jar.
Hey, Ange.
How's your project coming along?
- Hmm? - I'm drawing the solar system.
Yeah?
But I can't draw it. Will you help me, Daddy?
What? Draw the solar system?
I can try.
All right, first you've got the sun.
Okay?
It looks a little bit like this.
It looks like a flower.
A drunk one.
Really? What, you can do better?
Well, I can't do any worse.
All yours. Enjoy yourself.
Go ahead.
Hey, I've got a telescope here somewhere.
- Maybe I can grab it for you. - Yeah.
Cool.
Hey.
Here, grab this.
Now is probably not the right time
to tell Angie that you failed science.
See, that's the thing about kids, though,
they make you learn about stuff you normally wouldn't even care about.
I hope I get the chance one day.
Kids? Course you will.
I just don't know which way is up right now.
I can help.
It's that way.
Yeah, okay.
Oh, a science project?
Yeah. Poppy decided she'd like to make a stomp rocket.
Mum gave me two choices:
it's either this or a motorised model of the pumping human heart.
With a measurable cardiac output and pulse wave velocity.
It would have been amazing.
I had it all planned out:
the valves, the aorta, the interventricular septum.
You don't think we should be playing more of a supportive role?
What is this if not supportive?
Kids should make their own projects. That's how they learn.
Oh, please. All parents pretend their kid did the work.
In reality, everyone's giving them a hand.
Okay, Pops, let's whack some stickers on and launch this baby.
Assume launch positions.
Drum roll, please.
Welcome to this special preview event,
a little girl's first steps towards NASA!
No pressure then.
Let's hear it for the Poppy Oliver supernova stomp rocket!
Whoo!
Launching in ten...
Blast-off!
Go again.
Okay, I think it just needs a bit more oomph.
Uh...
- Abi... - It has to work!
I guess this rocket's not meant to fly.
And that's the way to deal with failure.
Mwah. With grace.
It's meant to fly.
All rockets are meant to fly!
Let it go, Mum. We did our best.
This was out of our control.
Tils, you like pink, don't you?
It's okay. I like green more.
If you got a birthday invitation that was pink,
you'd still want to go, wouldn't you?
It'd depend on whose it was.
What if it was mine?
You wouldn't use a pink birthday invitation.
Women just want to feel valid and listened to.
- Want a beer? - No, thanks.
If we feel like you're listening
and actually taking in what we're saying...
Low-carb beer! Who bought this?
I did. Have you heard anything I've said?
Yep. You said you bought the beer.
So would this be a good time for you
to give me a few pointers about women?
You're on your own.
What do you know about the solar system, Uncle Rafiq?
I know that Earth's only a small part of it
and that there's also Saturn and Mars
and Venus and Pluto.
Pluto's not really a planet.
Yeah, it is. Well, I thought it was.
It used to be.
Now it's just a dwarf planet.
But it's still a planet, though, right?
Not what scientists say.
Okay.
What are stars anyway?
They're these little clusters of light
and I'm pretty sure that they're made of gas.
Like farts.
Yeah. Yeah, like farts.
What else is in the solar system?
Have you heard of Science Girl?
Uh-uh.
Who's Science Girl?
Well, she's this awesome, butt-kicking superhero.
And she lives up in space.
Go on, have a look.
Wow!
Good job.
Still no luck getting the motorbike back, I see.
I tried. I went over there last night.
I said, "I mean it. It's over."
Then we started talking and he, well...
- Well, we... - Oh, you didn't?
I can't be around him. He's like kryptonite.
Maybe I should just write-off the bike.
If you want the bike back, the law's on your side.
Isn't it, Nick?
Well, you own the bike, so he hasn't got a leg to stand on.
Yeah, I don't want the stress of court and he knows that.
Nick will sort it out for you. He's got a real way about him.
I don't want to get him involved.
- It's fine. - He doesn't mind, do you, Nick?
I mean, it would be really great, you know, just to prevent a fight.
I know I said that I was prepared to play dirty,
but it's not really my scene.
Er, what's this guy's name and where does he live?
He lives on Beach Street, number 21.
Name's Kyle Keogh.
Kyle Keogh?
Have you had anything to eat?
No, not yet.
I'll make us some food.
Man, I don't want you to miss out on Kokoda.
Hmm?
The kids told me that you're planning on staying behind.
But I think you should do it, like you planned.
Yeah, well, plans change, you know.
I'm staying home for you, make sure you're okay.
You're amazing, offering to help Izzy out.
You offered me.
Did I? Oh. Well, I suppose I did.
Anyway, it's horrible what that pig of a man's doing to her.
Yeah.
Look, there's something you should know about Izzy.
Mmm?
I think she's got a thing for me.
Of course she does.
The question is: do you have a thing for Izzy?
No, of course not.
Well, good. We're all fine, then.
- Morning. - Hey!
Are you and Rachel arguing?
If you are, I'd give up right now, mate.
You will never win an argument with a pregnant woman.
Trust me. I know.
It's not Rachel, it's Izzy.
You know how she hasn't had her motorbike?
Well, it turns out her jerk ex-boyfriend's got it
and I've been roped into getting it back for her.
I can give you a hand, if you like.
Yeah, well, you know him. It's Kyle Keogh.
You know Kyle, the gambling guy?
There's no point putting yourself at risk
because of somebody else's messy break-up.
Why did you volunteer anyway?
I didn't know that it was him. Besides, Rachel volunteered me.
Well, you better get Rachel to un-volunteer you.
I'll make sure Atticus gets to school.
Sort it out now.
- Atticus. - Cheers, mate.
Quick. Off you go.
I've been thinking.
I'm not so sure we should be getting involved in Izzy's business,
'cause she's a work colleague and it's weird.
You can't go back on your word.
Yeah, well, I'm starting to think she's a complete screwball.
Surely you can see that.
I see a highly intelligent woman
who's trying to get out of a toxic relationship.
Yeah, well, if she's so intelligent,
why is she not so smart when it comes to men, huh?
I'm gonna pretend you didn't even say that.
She doesn't seem to have any self-control.
You're a fine one to talk.
What's that supposed to mean?
Maybe the two of you are more alike than you think.
We're standing on the outside,
looking at someone stuck on the inside
who's trying to find their way out.
Why do we have to be the ones to save her?
Because we can. We can, so we should.
Come on in, Nicky.
I'm here for Izzy's bike.
Yeah, I heard you two were teaching together.
Sorry, I can't help you.
Mate, holding onto a woman's bike to make her come back to you...
is pathetic.
Well, see, I think it's... it's kind of romantic.
Just give it back.
You know, I'll give you the bike...
if you come to a game this arvo.
No way.
Come on. The pot's huge.
Everyone's in town, Mannix, Buzz. Be like old times.
Mate, I'm not interested.
Then no bike.
Mate, Izzy owns the bike. You could be done for theft.
Izzy won't charge me, mate.
I've got her right where I want her.
Let me know, Nick.
That's not a happy face.
Listen, you said your ex isn't dangerous, but he is.
He gets off on exploiting people's weaknesses.
Sounds like you know him.
Yeah, I used to be in that world.
That makes a lot of sense.
I'm not normally into strait-laced guys,
but you popped onto my radar straight away.
Listen, I'll get your bike back.
But after that, I'd advise you to stay clear away from him.
I'm not going back to him!
I'm serious. It's over for real this time.
I want someone more reliable.
Well, don't look at me.
Uh, Atticus left his book bag at home.
- Ah. - Great. Thanks.
Everything okay here?
Yeah, fine.
G'day, mate. I'm Lewis Crabb and I'm running for Local Council.
Yeah, help yourself. Take a flyer.
Or not.
Who's this handsome unit?
Hey, aren't you that guy running for council?
Oh, I've heard about you. You're just what Nepean South needs.
About time we had someone worth electing.
Someone who understands the modern family.
Can you tell us a bit more about yourself?
Yeah, a bit more about... Lewis Crabb.
Well, I'm just a dad who wants to preserve the things
that make Nepean South great.
How does that make you any different
from anyone else in the upcoming election?
I'm not just a dad. I'm a concerned resident.
- Sounds like a line. - Mmm.
It's not a line.
I'm concerned this place is going to the dogs.
- And you want to change that? - Damn right I do.
How?
I want accessible parking. I want more bike trails.
I want better exercise equipment in the parks.
I want... I want better playgrounds.
I want clean beaches. I want clean streets.
You've got quite the fire in your belly.
I don't think I've ever met a councillor like you before.
Nepean South matters.
I'm passionate about that.
And I'm ready to listen.
And I'm here to listen.
Don't forget to kiss the babies!
Yeah, that's him. Look, Lewis Crabb!
It's nice to meet you.
Wondering if you have a minute.
Of course.
I mean, if it's about Atticus, he is doing brilliantly.
It's not about Atticus.
Izzy, I'm glad we're getting to know you
and I'm glad that Nick can help with your... situation.
Me too. I mean, I really appreciate it.
He's that kind of guy, loves helping people.
And I'm fine with that.
As long as those people don't mistake his kindness
for something else.
- I'll respect that. - Good.
I knew you would.
Hi there.
- See you later. - See ya.
- Bye. - Bye.
Looks like Izzy's embraced her new mode of transport.
- Stepped aside, have you? - Stepped aside from what?
Izzy's ex stole her motorcycle.
Rachel volunteered Nick to get it back.
Call the cops?
I can't. It's more complicated than that.
Her ex is Kyle Keogh.
Well, he's got Izzy and me both over a barrel.
Only if he gets you back to the poker table.
Look, I can't move forward until I cross him off the list.
I need to win this.
Well, if you insist.
I reckon it's one in, all in.
Well, we need a plan.
Well, you've gotta love online real estate listings.
A full floor plan of Kyle's place.
Nice work!
Which way's the front?
I'm not sure if that's up or down.
You're the builder. Can you make sense of this?
Look, I've been there before. That's the way in.
There's a security fence around here.
That's the garage there.
Do you think that's where the bike will be?
No, it'll be in the fridge.
There'll be cameras everywhere.
He'll see us for sure.
Not if he's distracted.
Kyle, it's Nick.
- Ask him about the bike... - Shh!
So... I thought about your offer and I'm gonna play.
I knew you couldn't stay away. Don't be late.
Great. I'll bring the snacks.
Snacks? Really?
Yeah, I always bring snacks.
Are you sure you can handle this card game?
It's all in the timing. Just follow my lead.
In and out in three minutes.
- Off to training. - Again?
Yeah, it's just a run. A long one, though. Might be a while.
- How long are we talking? - Oh, a couple of hours.
Time to test the limits. Get the pins ready for the trail.
Well, if anyone's pins can conquer Kokoda, darl, it's yours.
Don't worry. Might be a while.
Yeah, you did say that.
Oh, don't mind me. I'm just recycling the recycling.
Has Nick gone for a run too?
A run? I thought they were doing a working bee at the school.
Not according to Lewis.
Does this mean anything to you?
21 Beach Street.
I'm pretty sure that's where Izzy's ex lives.
Why would Lewis be interested in Izzy's ex's house?
- Ah, you're early. - Am I?
- You can make yourself a drink. - Cheers.
- Pool looks clean. - Yeah, I got a new pool guy.
- Ahh. - Give you his number if you like.
So, tell me about you and Izzy.
There's no story.
Are you sure about that?
Yeah, I'm here for the game, not for Izzy.
Yeah, right. You must think that she's gorgeous.
Yeah. So is my girlfriend. The one who's having our baby.
So you're gonna be a dad, huh?
Oh, wow. Lucky you. Didn't think you were the type.
Yeah, well, you know, meet the right woman,
it changes how you see things.
Ah.
See, I think... I think Izzy is the one.
Never felt this way before.
That's awesome. You should go for it.
I'm a good catch. You know, good income, good looking...
Oh, we look good together.
Don't you think we look good together, hmm?
Er, yeah.
Hey, that'll be the others.
If you need to borrow some money, you let me know.
Will do.
This will be fun, Nicko.
There it is.
That'd be right.
- What? - Bolt cutters.
- That was Mark's job. - I'm not the one with the tools!
Where's your bathroom again? I'm feeling a bit queasy.
You hurl on my rug, you forfeit the bike.
Ha. Down the hall, second on the left.
Hey, it looks like this guy brews his own.
Time and a place?
No, no, no, this is relevant.
Gas freeze.
And that's science.
Hey, Nicko, are you in this bathroom?
What happened to three minutes?
Don't ask.
Got a sort of a floral bouquet, I think.
- Come on. Put it down! - Okay!
- Izzy! - Rachel said you'd need these.
What the?
Hey!
Come on, Izzy.
- Goodbye, Kyle. - Oh, come on, baby.
Come on. Come on!
How was the working bee?
Brilliant.
Thank you, Tilda.
Now, next up we have a demonstration from student Poppy Oliver,
assisted by her mother Abi.
Thank you, ladies.
Thank you, Miss Looby.
Rocket scientist, assume your position.
Our trajectory is clear
and we're going for launch in T-minus 10 and counting.
Blast-off!
Yes! Told you it'd work!
Uh... Poppy did most of it. I was just the support.
Mmm, yeah. Thank you.
Next up we have our showcase presentation from Angela Baynie,
accompanied by some amazing artwork
from her very talented uncle, Mr Rafiq Barami.
Thank you, Angela.
Welcome to Science Girl.
It feels so great to have my bike back. You're a good guy, Nick.
It's not hard to look like a good guy next to someone like Kyle.
Still, I really appreciate what you did.
Oh...
- Yeah, none of that. - Relax. I'm saying thank you.
- Are we good? - Yeah, we're good. Are we good?
- We're good. - Yeah, good.
- See ya. - See ya.
Ride safe.
Has Izzy gone already?
Yeah, she didn't want to wake you.
Oh. Everything all right?
You know last night wasn't just about getting Izzy's bike back.
That guy, Kyle, I, uh... I know him.
How?
Well, he's a big part of my gambling.
And, uh, I wasn't sure how it would affect me being around him.
And?
And I'm over it.
Good.
- You don't need to know any more? - No.
I need something to eat. I'm starving.
Daddy, Uncle Rafiq's going.
What, no goodbye?
Where are you headed?
I applied for some art courses at a college near home.
I thought there'd be better courses here in the city.
Maybe.
I reckon the kids are gonna miss your great cooking.
I'll be fine, bro.
Next time I say I'm okay... believe me?
Okay.
I'm gonna miss you ratbags.
We'll miss you more.
All right.
Take care of yourself, all right?
You too.
Yeah, I will.
- All right. - Bye!
- Have fun. - See ya.
Okay.
All right, who wants milk?
- Me! - Yeah?
Hey, look at our coffee van.
I did say I'd listen to anyone who had something to say.
- Ha! - You'll be here all day.
- Mm-hm. - Better get going.
I don't suppose anyone's free to man the coffee machine?
I blame the emojis.
He is a serial emoji offender.
Lewis, he loves a tweet.
- Oh, yeah? - Hey, what did he tell them?
Loosely translated, zip mouth man will listen to women all day.
- That's a lot of coffee. - Yeah.
Hi. How are you? How do you do?
Thanks very much for coming down. I'll open the van, yeah.
There's something I need to tell you.
That doesn't sound good.
Nepean South Primary will be closed down.
Did you know about this?
I need you by my side, Gem.
The final episodes that will break your heart.
We don't need your advice on our marriage.
Full stop.
Australia's favourite House Husbands reunite for their toughest test.
Maybe you could take me to the ball tonight.
She said she can't feel her legs.
The must see House Husbands final weeks...
I am your wife.
You look me in the eye and you lie.
Next Monday, 8:30, on Nine.
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