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we'd come and visit

every year after that trip,

but I guess life happened.

Well, you're here now.

I had my cake

and you had your doubt

Long gone

My baby's gonna carry on

Long gone

My baby's gonna carry on

Ohh.

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

You better be

the new paper boy, Owen.

Margs, I just need

you to hear me out, okay?

I want to help you.

- Oh, do you hear that, Bee?

Owen wants to help out.

You can start with the bags,

and then, you know,

the lawn needs a mow.

Sell me the surf school,

and I'll do you a good deal.

You've only got

one instructor left.

The thing is just sitting there.

We had plenty of instructors

before you started

stealing them.

And don't call me Margs.

You know how much I hate it.

Hello, little fish.

Cora, you remember

my mother-in-law, Bee?

Yes, of course.

It's very nice to see you.

You're all grown up.

Listen, they

needed the work, okay?

Things have been

drying up here for months,

and Tom's a good kid,

but you're wasting his talent

on a handful of tourists.

- How many times

do we have to have

this conversation?

- Let's get your luggage.

- Margs.

Margot.

I'm just trying to help you.

Really?

Yeah. Really.

Because I do need help.

I'm overwhelmed.

I got all these surfboards,

and some of them

have a leg rope.

And I know it's called

a leg rope,

but do I put it on my leg

or my ankle?

And wet suits...

I know they get wet,

but sometimes they're dry.

What does it all mean, Owen?

Right.

Okay. I'm done.

Everyone, I tried.

I'm done.

You have a nice visit, Cora.

- Hi.

- You're taller.

See you later, Bee.

I'm sorry, hon.

Just ignore him.

Ignore them both.

A heads up would have been nice.

You don't have a mobile phone.

What was I supposed to do?

Send a pigeon?

I was gonna clean up today.

Oh.

Your place is very Boho-Chic.

It's not bad for

a couple of surfers, I guess.

Your aunt took out

the world championship

the year you were born.

- Really?

- Yeah.

And twice after that.

Margot is a world record holder.

I'm sure her mom has

bored her with that already.

Um, no, actually.

She has not.

I better get going.

This surf festival

is doing my nut.

All those geriatrics

organizing events.

Someone is gonna

pop their clogs.

I'll leave you to it.

Have fun.

- Okay.

Bye.

Uh, what's the festival?

Oh, well, surfing is

a way of life around here,

and this year is 100 years

since Bee's grandmother

paddled out

and surfed with the boys.

Violet was a bit

of a trailblazer.

So they're throwing her a party.

That's pretty cool.

Yeah. It is.

Now, come on.

Let's get you to your room.

Uh, okay.

Nothing much has changed.

Your drawings are

still on the wall.

And I found some of

your kids' books.

I better get that.

Uh, the bathroom

is down the hall.

The blue towels are yours.

Make yourself at home.

Hello?

How are you?

Why are you knocking?

You usually just walk in.

You have a guest.

Well, should I ask what that is?

It's a welcome gift.

You know, the ocean, sunshine,

"Welcome to Australia."

You're gonna give a girl

from New York a dead fish?

Well, now it seems weird.

Oh! You're purdy.

Owen dropped by

this morning.

- Again?

- Uh-huh.

Margot, you have a girl creeping

outside of your bathroom.

Oh, that's Chicka. She popped

in for lunch post-surf.

- 'Sup?

- Cora, this is Chicka,

who thinks my house is a hotel.

I ate your sandwich.

Sorry.

- And this is Tom...

Blue Soul's surf instructor.

- How you going?

- H-How am I going where?

Did you want a coffee?

Yes, please.

Oh. Okay.

Belinda, no, no, no, no, no.

No chickens in the kitchen.

Oh!

Honey, honey.

- Can you...? Thank you.

- N... uh.

- Yeah.

- Okay, it's...

- So, what did Owen want?

- Oh, the usual.

He wants to buy Blue Soul Surf,

the kit, you, our contracts.

- And what did you say?

- She said yes.

Owen's your father now.

I said no.

Cora, did you want to, you know,

check out the rock pools?

You used to love them

when you were a kid.

Oh, uh, thank you,

but I should actually

really check in back home.

Um, what's your Wi-Fi?

What?

Margot doesn't

have the Internet.

Doesn't have the Internet?

Like, i-is that 'cause you

call it something else...

Kangaroo line or something?

No, I'm just not great

with things like that.

Things like the 21st century?

It's nice not having

to be connected

to the rest of the world

when I'm at home.

It helps my Zen.

Zen?

But Tom set up Wi-Fi

at Blue Soul,

so you can, you know, pop down

there whenever you like.

Great. Yeah.

Uh, I'll just... I'll go change.

Are you gonna get changed, too?

'Cause I'm just gonna wear this.

Popping candy?

Every time I eat them, I just...

I imagine a bunch of guys

in suits in a boardroom

surrounded by takeaway boxes.

They're tired,

but then this one guy

slams his hand on the desk,

and he says, "I got it!

A candy that when you eat it

makes the sound

of frying onions!"

Then the other guys

are like, "Wow!

Yes! Good idea, Steve!"

Oh, I just... just

love popping candy.

So, who are you talking to?

I'm not talking to anyone.

Margot says you're

a bit of a fashionista.

Yeah, yeah,

I'm a model, actually.

Sweet.

I know a guy in New York.

His name's Patrick.

You know him?

There are over 8 million

people in New York.

Mm-hmm.

He always wears a hat.

No.

I'll let you get back

to your mates.

Hey, Mom.

I think I really focused up

on the plane here.

So, um...

I've just been...

I've been feeling...

I just...

Why don't you give me

a call when you get this?

You've reached

the office of Sofia Hamilton,

New York's premiere

modeling agent.

Please leave a message.

Everything all right?

Yeah. Fine. Just tired.

Max... e-mail...

Is okay with your short list

for Wednesday's job.

- No response.

- Jennifer...

Cellphone voicemail... wants...

- Anything from Cora?

No. Nothing from Cora.

What else?

Dobrovski...

Cellphone text...

"Moved meeting

to Tuesday morning."

You're free.

- Book it in.

What's wrong?

Something's bothering Cora.

I think a code coconut

is in order.

Well...

We'll need helmets.

Chicka was definitely

concussed last time.

Batter up!

- They can't be serious.

- Come on!

- Whoo!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah!

You can't be serious!

Whoa!

What am I supposed to do?

You've got a bat, woman.

Hit it.

You could have killed me.

It's all right.

We've got helmets on.

Eye on the coconut.

It'll make you feel better.

I promise.

Aim to hit it from underneath.

- Better about what?

Better about whatever you need

to feel better about.

Now, go low!

She's gonna lollipop it!

- Go!

- Whoo!

Come on!

You run

You run from me

Whoo-hoo!

You run from me

You run

You run

You run from me

You run from me

You run

You run

You run from me

'Cause I

'Cause I know

You run, you run,

you run from me

Come on.

It's time for the best part!

- Whoo!

- Catch you later!

Uh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Come on!

What about sharks or jellyfish?

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