("Worlds Away" by Jebediah)
♫ Worlds away from anyone
♫ they were burning themselves out in the sun
♫ Worlds away from anyone
♫ they were burning themselves out in the sun
♫ It was just enough to keep them far away
(acoustic guitar music)
- [Lockie] Okay, so get this.
Tide drifts in, tide drifts out.
It happens everyday and it will keep on happening
everyday for the rest of your life.
So why am I noticing this just now?
Because I figured people do it too.
One minute their in your life, the next minute, they're not.
Take Vicki for example.
Ever since she moved to the city, Vickie had been sending
me messages, sometimes too many.
But now, "No messages?"
Relationship status unknown.
But I thought we were--
Then it hit me.
Vicki wasn't just drifting away, she was paddling
in the opposite direction.
- [Vicki] I can't help it.
I just love rowing my own boat, Lockie.
- If Kylie has two pairs of jeans
and Vanessa takes one of those pairs of jeans away,
how many pairs of jeans should Kylie have left?
- When they say jeans, I presume we're talking about denim?
- [Lockie] I know, parents doing homework together.
Weird.
But I can explain.
(exciting rock music)
First, Egg was busted handing in other people's work.
Strike one.
(stamps paper)
Next, he locked Ms. Archer in the music room.
Strike two.
(stamps and buzzer)
Then, Egg confessed to violating Ms. Archer's flute
- I did it.
- [Lockie] Even though he didn't really do it.
(low buzzer)
(ominous marching music)
So now, he's on his way to enrichment class.
It was where all the kids who
notched out three strikes went.
- Lockie, if I go to enrichment class,
I might never see you again.
- Forward, Leonard.
You'll be joining him.
(ominous music swells)
There's your new home, Eggleston.
See you in a few years.
(chuckles)
Off you go. (wolf howls)
- He's right you know.
Once you go to enrichment class, you don't come back.
(thunder clap) - [Teacher] I'm excited
to be here!
Excited to be here! Excited to be here!
And teach!
- [Class] I'm excited to be here, I'm excited to be here,
I'm excited to be here.
- Good, that's very good.
(laughing) You must be Jeffrey, I'm Neil.
- Mr. Neil.
- Just Neil.
We're all equals in here.
Would you care to join our circle of trust?
(birds chirping)
We like to think of this space as a feasting place
for the morally malnourished.
So, class, let's tell each other why we're excited
to have Jeffrey amongst us.
And teach!
- [Class] We're really excited to have Jeffrey to class
because we can learn something from you
and he can learn something from us.
- So, Jeffrey, what can we learn from you?
What can you teach us?
- I don't know.
I'm pretty good at playing guitar.
- Well we have music therapy three times a week!
We look forward to you sharing your knowledge with us.
- Sweet.
(door slams)
- Hello, you pack of freaks. (ominous music)
I'm back!
- [Lockie] Curtis Ferrares.
The meanest, baddest bogan in Angeles High.
- I believe you're in my bean bag.
- [Lockie] Wherever he went, he made news.
The bad kind.
- Back so soon, you were only released
into the general population last week.
- Three days it took me to get back.
Must be losing my touch.
I heard they were sending in fresh meat.
You better watch out man,
because Curtis has officially declared it barbecue season.
(ominous music)
- [Margorie] Phillip.
Phillip!
By my calculation, the comet we've been tracking
should appear in the night sky over Angeles tomorrow.
- Tomorrow night!
- At approximately 8:17 PM.
But, if we see it first, we can name it.
- Oh!
- I think it should be called, PAM!
- Pam?!
- Phillip and Marjorie.
If we name it we will be remembered forever, PAM.
- PAM, why cool!
- Why don't you come over and we'll check the figures.
I'll make some chocolate crackers.
- Okay.
- [Lockie] Sarge was worried someone
was drifting from him too.
- Constable Wattle.
What do you know about this?
- Arrested him this morning.
- What charge? (rooster caws)
- Disturbing the peace.
- I don't want to go down the path
of arresting livestock for that.
- You arrested Cyril once!
- That was an exception.
Cyril is a criminal mastermind who needed love and care
and ultimately a place to live.
- This rooster was crowing at well above 98 decibels, sarge.
- But surely the rooster is but
the sentinel for the new day.
- At 98 decibels?
This sentinel is a criminal.
(rooster coos)
- If Kylie has two pairs of jeans
and Vanessa takes one of those away,
how many pairs of jeans should Kylie have left?
Karen.
- Shorts?
- Now, I can see where you were going with that.
Stay open to positivity and wisdom will come.
Curtis, how 'bout you?
How many pairs of jeans should Kylie have left?
- Well, if you have two pairs of jeans
and you take one away, then you're left
with one pair of jeans.
One.
- Got our work cut out for us, don't we?
- It must be a trick question.
- Sorry?
- It has to be a trick question, right?
If the answer isn't one, it has to be.
The key must be in the wording.
How many pairs should Kylie have left?
See, it's not "does have," but "should have."
So, the answer is two.
Vanessa shouldn't have taken Kylie's jeans
in the first place because that's stealing.
And stealing is wrong.
(laughing)
- Yes, correct!
One gold star!
Four more of those and you are formally enriched
and free to return to your old classmates, well done.
- Now we have a full appreciation for my
superior interpretation of Shakespeare's
so-called masterpiece, it's time to bring the words to life.
Break off into pairs.
- [Lockie] Okay, pairs.
Easy.
But suddenly, without Egg around, I was short on options.
- Sorry, taken.
- There you are, my Romeo!
(students laughing)
As long as Verona still stands, you will be mine, mine mine!
- [Lockie] Total and utter humiliation.
I was looking forward to getting something to eat.
- [Mum Voiceover] Dear, Lockie, with my increased homework
commitments, I didn't have time to make your lunch today.
Perhaps you could share lunch with a friend? Love, Mum.
- What are they doing here?
They're not allowed in the quadrangle!
- Billy's farting was so stinky!
- Hey!
- Lockie!
(lion growl)
- You know you're not meant to mix
with the general population!
- But it's lunch time!
- They know the rules, they've broken almost all of them.
Get! Go on! Shoo! (ominous music)
Out door! Move it!
- See you, Lockie.
- [Lockie] No Vicki, no Egg.
Even Sasha had rejected me.
Yup, my transformation was almost complete.
I was becoming loney guy Lockie.
(crows cawing)
Sarge said sometimes that you need
to be alone for things to make sense,
but the only thing that made sense right now;
I needed to make a new friend, fast.
- Lockie! (ominous music)
Over here, friend!
Forever! (echos)
- [Lockie] It was time to do something desperate.
It was time to join a club. (beachy music)
I've always loved badminton!
Especially the shape of the ball.
(shredding a guitar solo)
I just saw the word "rock."
- Just go.
- [Lockie] Then I tried insect club.
Get it off, get it off!
(bug squishes wetly)
- Out!
- I wasn't the only one feeling lonely.
(knocking)
- Good evening, Jeffrey.
Is your father home?
- No, he's with Mrs. Leonard.
- Mrs. Leonard?
- Yeah, they've set up a homework club to try
and, you know, help me get out of...
- Are you expecting him home soon?
- He won't be back 'til late.
Midnight, perhaps?
- Will you let him know I popped 'round?
- Of course.
- Leonie!
I'm so sorry I'm late.
Have you been waiting long?
- Just got here.
Egg and I have been having a lovely chat.
- Now, have you partaken in God's bounty?
- No.
- Well, you enjoy, it's all yours.
I'm takin' Leonie to Mexican Joe's Jamboree.
- You're more than welcome to join us.
- No, better stay in and go over dad's study notes.
- That's my boy!
We think we've really cracked the jeans question.
(laughing)
- Shorts.
- Shall we?
- [Lockie] Egg too felt like someone was
drifting out of his life.
(mariachi music)
- Buenos dios, amigo!
Hee hee!
- Look at all those stars, there are so many out there.
And they're so beautiful!
- Speaking scientifically, very!
- I can't wait to go back up there!
- Sorry?
(soft melancholy music)
- My time in Angeles is almost finished.
It's about time I went back up to the stars.
- Are you applying for the astronaut programme?
Because speaking scientifically, the odds of--
- I am not speaking scientifically.
I'm talking about myself.
I'm an old woman and I'm on bonus time as it is.
But, if we find that comet,
I will leave here the happiest old woman.
- Leaving?
Already!
But we've only just met!
- We've only just met but I've been here a very long time.
Have you ever been in a running race?
You've only just left the starting blocks,
but me, I'm nearly at the finish line.
Where did you come in your race?
- Near the back.
- Do you remember what it was like to cross the finish line?
Well, it's okay.
And I'm gonna be okay too.
Can you double check my calculations?
(crickets chirping)
- [Lockie] A new day.
Another tide.
(alarm rings)
Surely things are going to get better.
Egg!
- Lockie!
- Hey!
Do you want to meet up at lunch?
- Yeah, I,
you know I'm not allowed in the quadrangle.
- What about the old science lab?
It's always empty!
- Yeah, I'll see you there!
- Yeah.
(ominous music)
- Good morning, Curtis.
- Look, gold star boy, you don't talk to outsiders.
You're one of us now and you're either
with us or against us.
Got it?
- Got it?
- Good, now you can prove it.
- How?
- You're the brainiac.
I'm sure you can figure out a way.
- So, let's tell each other why chewing gum in class
is a bad idea.
And, teach!
- Chewing gum in class is a bad idea,
chewing gum in class is a bad idea.
- Sergeant Leonard, Constable Wattle.
Let's invite our special guests into our classroom of trust.
Karen?
- Welcome coppers.
- Thank you, Karen.
Well, it's good to see all of you.
Today, apart from our shared stories, we will also be
writing a group poem about things that give us the pips.
Young Jeffrey, maybe you'd like to start.
What gives you the pips?
- [Lockie] Egg would never usually speak against the Sarge.
But if he didn't make friends with Curtis,
life would become more difficult.
More lonely than it already was.
- The sergeant asked you a question.
- Coppers.
Coppers give me the pips.
- Right, well let's move on to story time.
Karen, maybe you have a story you'd like to share?
- A little wombat went to the shops
and couldn't find his mum.
He went to the greyhound races
and his mum wasn't there either.
He was getting very tired but still he kept looking.
He climbed to the top of Mount Angeles
and screamed at the top of his voice,
"Where are you mum?"
But all he could here was the wind in the trees.
The end.
- Thank you, Karen.
I'm sure the little wombat's mum will come home very soon.
- I, I found this.
I think it belongs to Ms. Gurgerly.
- I'm sure Mrs. Gurgely will appreciate it.
Thank you, Karen.
(bell rings)
- [Neil] Okay class, that's lunch.
(ominous music)
- Know what gives me the pips?
You.
(laughing)
Nice work today Eggleston.
Curtis was impressed.
Want to hang out at lunch?
- Us, hang out?
As in today?
- Yeah.
- See I'd love to but, I've already made plans to meet--
- Curtis doesn't care if you have plans
and he won't ask you twice.
- Sure, sure I could, I could reschedule.
(uncomfortable laughing)
- I know what you're thinking,
but it's not like I waited all lunchtime for Egg.
(bell rings)
Okay, maybe I did.
Meanwhile, it seemed Sam had finally drifted toward
Sarge's way of thinking.
- Do you think it's possible, hypothetically,
that somewhere out there, there's a little rooster
screaming out from the top of Mount Angeles,
"Where are you, dad?"
(rooster coos)
- It's possible.
- I know we still haven't taken his claw prints,
but I think we should set him free.
(rooster caws)
If that's okay with you.
- Permission granted, constable.
(cheeky music)
- I may still have to give his owner a fine.
A small one, but a fine nevertheless.
(rooster coos)
- If you have two oranges and while you're sleeping,
I take away one orange,
how many oranges will you be dreaming about?
- Dad!
- No, wait.
Oranges, oranges.
Citrus.
It's coming to me.
- No, really, dad.
- [Lockie] Egg wanted to tell his dad he was worried
he was drifting from him
and he didn't belong in enrichment class.
But he couldn't find the words.
- Knock, knock!
- Hey!
- Hello! (laughing)
Hello, Jeffrey!
Are you ready?
Arriba!
- Oh, I know we're meant to go
to the Face of the Banditos, tonight,
but homework club is not going too well.
And-- (hopeful music)
- Of course, we can go another time.
Via condios, amigos.
- And god go with you too, Leonie.
- [Lockie] Then Egg realised he didn't need
to tell his dad anything.
There was another way to stop Rev from drifting from him.
- Now, you were saying.
- I was just going to say how good it is
that you and Mrs. L are helping me with my homework.
But, I still think I need a lot more help.
Like every night.
- Well, don't worry, Jeffrey.
We have all the time in the world.
Just you and me.
Now, oranges.
Citrus.
Juicy, squeezy.
- So what's the verdict?
Is our comet arriving tonight or not?
- Hard to say.
- It's either on it's way or it's not.
(drum beat)
- Oh, Leonard minor.
What are you working on?
- Rechecking some astronomical calculations pertaining
to the location of a potential comet.
- Very elegant.
You've carried the two here, you see, which means X = 817.
- Tonight!
The comet comes tonight!
(drum beat)
It's a common mistake, Marjorie.
You carried the two when you shouldn't have.
- You're saying that our comet is not due to arrive
for another seventy-two years?
- Give or take.
It involves fractuals, quantum theory and the multiverse.
It's very complicated,
but it's safe to say it's still a while off yet.
- Phillip, you're sweating.
- Am I?
Look at that, so I am.
- Are you okay?
- Fine, perfect.
I'm just...
Hot.
- Hot?
- You know, from, from being in the race.
You know?
From the race we're both still in.
You're still in the race, right?
You're not quite finished yet?
- I think I'll get some red cordial.
- Yes, red cordial would be excellent.
(hopeful music)
- [Lockie] Phil didn't like keeping
such a big secret from Marjorie.
But if it kept her from drifting away a little longer,
he figured it was worth it.
I just checked my inbox four times
and I wasn't going to check it again,
because that'd be desperate and I wasn't desperate.
(computer beeping)
There is was, 127 emails.
All from Vicki.
- [Vicki] So anyway, Lockie, we went shoe shopping
and then we went to the market
and I bought incense (dial-up internet login)
Dear Lockie, remember the bus I was telling you about,
So anyway Lockie,
Well now it comes in 12 different flavours.
Dear Lockie,
I just found out that the school server's been down.
(Vicki's emails overlap)
- Vicki had drifted back to me
but it was more like a tsunami than a tide.
And as for Egg, it seemed
he was drifting off in a whole new direction.
(laughing and chatting)
Somewhere without me.
(wistful music)
People drift in and out of your life.
Sometimes they come back to you, sometimes not.
You never really know for sure.
But what I did know, right now, I was alone.
And it was okay.
("Worlds Away" by Jebediah)
♫ Boy is breaking underneath the weight of strain
♫ Worlds away from anyone they were burning
♫ themselves out in the sun
♫ Worlds away from anyone they were burning
♫ themselves out in the sun
♫ It was just enough to keep them far away