Paper Planes Page #4

- This?

- Yes.

Now, the pinch

for the neck and beak.

And voila!

See? You can turn paper

into anything.

It's great.

Thanks, Kimi.

Tell us about the kids

who are going to Tokyo.

- Oh!

- Dylan and Jason.

Dylan and Jason, Dylan and Jason.

They are amazing.

They have

two very different planes.

Two very different

techniques.

Dad, Dad, Dad!

I'm on TV! I'm on TV!

Come on, come on, come on.

Come here.

Jason and Dylan,

our world champions.

I got, I got it.

OK. It's recording.

- How does that feel?

- This is the other guy.

Very proud.

I'm thrilled, actually.

A different event,

which is terrific.

- He has his own thing. Um...

- Patrick.

So you're obviously

very skilled

at making paper planes -

what's your trick?

Well, you see, the trick to

making the perfect paper plane

is to study its flight path

in a space

with absolutely

no movement of air.

And that opportunity

was provided

for Jason today in Sydney.

Correct. I have been

studying how my plane works.

It is truly amazing.

I was amazed at...

That's a bit unfair.

And it will be amazing.

Trust me.

We can't even afford

my flights.

In other news, a meeting

of Australian and New Zealand

health ministers have backed

a call for compulsory grading

of genetically modified food.

Come with me.

- Come on.

- Now?

Come on!

- Come on!

- Where are we going?

- Where are we going?

- Where are we going?

Come on!

What do you reckon?

Buy up, people. Buy up big.

- Come on. It's too much.

- What are these?

Anything you see on the table.

You want?

It's too much.

Hello, Mabel. Anything?

- Nothing.

- You've sold nothing?!

Mr. Hickenlooper?

- How are we going money-wise?

- Maybe...half of what you need.

Sorry, mate.

But, hey, day's not done yet.

Chin up.

Kiddo!

Grandpa!

My milkshake brings

all the boys to the yard...

- Kiddo!

- Grandpa!

So where do we set it up?

Whoa!

Look at this.

- Cakes! Cake!

- George.

- But I have to charge...

- How are you, mate?

- Very well indeed.

- Ladies.

Ladies. Ladies.

How much for the piano?

That's not for sale.

Come on, mate.

Everything's for sale.

I could do with the money,

but it's, uh...

- No, it's just not for sale.

- 2 grand.

It's worth a lot more

than that, mate.

OK, OK. Look... 2-5.

No, I'm sorry.

It has sentimental value.

There's nothing more sentimental

than a roll of cash, mate.

OK. 3 grand.

Not a penny more.

It belongs to my wife.

Well, you'd better

get her down here, mate.

She might be able

to talk some sense into you.

She's clearly not using it.

Please.

Yeah. Um...

Yeah, I'm sorry. I...

I... I just want it

for my daughter.

She's...just starting out.

You know, she's good.

She's really talented.

But, uh...

Sorry.

Oh.

If you change your mind, um,

give me a call.

Quite a few sales, eh?

Yeah, it's OK.

Do you want to

just pop it here?

- Oh, yep.

- Thanks, mate.

OK. I've got the total

from today's event.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah?

$1,745.65.

1,000?

Whoa!

Those old ladies

with the scones?

They moved a lot of units.

And that, Dylan, is enough

to get one of you to Japan.

Mr. Hickenlooper.

And you're...you're certain

you counted it up correctly?

Dylan. I'm your maths teacher.

Everyone! I'm going to Japan!

Terrific! Oh, wonderful!

- Good on ya!

- Nice one, Dylan!

- Thank you, Mr. Hickenlooper.

- That's alright, mate.

I don't have to

get any vaccination

to go to Japan, do I?

No, mate, not for Japan.

That's alright.

I just cannot stand needles.

Go and tell your dad, eh?

Hey. We...

Splash Daddy.

Splash Daddy!

Splash Daddy.

Whoo!

Say "Hi, Daddy."

"Hi, Daddy!"

You gonna

go in the water?

Mwah!

Just come to the airport,

Dad, please?

You'll be fine.

I know I'll be fine, but...

- I can't leave you like this.

- I'll be fine.

- Alright. Then I'm not gonna go.

- Yes, you are.

I'm not going.

You're gonna go

and have a great time.

'Cause you love it, yeah?

- Yeah.

- Love your paper planes.

I love it.

Why do you love it so much?

Hm?

Because...for those few moments

that the plane is flying...

Mm-hm?

..I can forget.

Forget what?

This.

I, uh...thought you might like

something to remind you of home,

if you're missing us.

Oh, you're still

my favourite living fossil.

So you go forth and partake

in this grand adventure,

little man.

I will.

Can you check up on Dad?

Just keep an eye on him?

Will do.

You are having fun?

Yeah.

Ladies and gentlemen,

our ceremony is about to commence.

Please take your seats.

Kimi!

You made it.

Hey!

Don't you want to go and meet

some of these people?

You know I've got no time

for that, Patrick.

Stop calling me Patrick.

I'm your father.

- How are you?

- Better now you're here.

- You look cool.

- Yeah.

This is fun.

This is exciting.

That's the thing.

You need to do better, you know?

You need to be focused on me.

They're the enemy.

No, they're not

they're a pleasant people

who make paper aeroplanes

as a hobby.

Maureen Prescott,

please come to the stage.

We can't be friends

with them, OK?

They're competitors, alright?

Competitors.

Do you want me

to go home a loser?

Well, I think

that's a simplistic question.

Oh, yes, it is.

Do you want me

to go home a loser?

- Well, no, but...

- Good. Now prove it.

Please come to the stage.

Welcome, everyone,

to the imperial garden in Tokyo.

The 5 steps

in the traditional process

of making paper

is here in the garden today.

- Ew!

- It stinks!

Before you fold paper,

you have to understand

and appreciate

how to make paper.

- Arigato.

- Thank you.

Ow!

Hey, stop it!

What are you afraid of?

It's just paper.

Hey, mate.

What do you think

you're doing?

Besides embarrassing

20 million Australians.

- Pull your head in.

- What did you just say?

- You heard.

- What did you just say?

Jump ahead a few minutes.

How do you think this is

gonna work out for you?

Hey.

You gonna

go and cry to your dad

when you come last

in the finals later, huh?

Back off, Jason.

You're doing a great job to make sure

you don't have any friends.

Well, maybe I am.

But at least my father's here

to see me win.

- Right.

- White trash.

Dylan!

It seems like you have

sprained your wrist.

- It will take a week to recover.

- A week?

This is...

this is my throwing wrist.

I need to use it tomorrow.

Lucky you have another wrist.

Oh. Ha-ha.

What happened? What happened?

I tripped.

You tripped?

Yeah, I...I tripped.

Really, it's fine.

Really.

Get some rest.

You've got a big day tomorrow.

Um, by the looks of it,

it doesn't seem like

I'm doing anything tomorrow.

There might be one thing

we could do.

Yeah? What...what?

Do you really want this wrist

to get better?

Yes. Anything. Anything.

Ah, not to worry. Only 12 more.

It's not that bad.

How is it feeling?

Not great.

May I have a look?

Well, it's...

Friends don't keep secrets.

Yeah.

That's my mom.

Oh. She's beautiful.

She...she died 5 months ago.

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