Rosehaven

Maybe people didn't see the notices I put up,

or the interview I did on the radio, or the newspaper ad.

Or people remembered running is the worst.

There's...there's still time, Grace.

The run doesn't start for another...

..10 seconds.

OK, so if we go left on Whitmore and right on Stony Place

instead of going straight,

our route will make a dick-and-balls shape.

Maybe people just don't like fun runs?

What?! Of course they do.

It's...it's a fun...run.

Yeah.

Mornin'! Oh!

Phil. Here for the fun run. It'll be fun.

Is that today?

Yeah.

I'll just park the car.

I don't think he's coming back.

Well, I don't think anyone else is coming either.

Well, should we go get breakfast?

I mean, it's a beautiful day.

We could still go for a run if you guys are keen.

Yeah, sure. OK. Shall we go?

Yep.

Em?

Can we do my dick-and-balls route? Of course.

Yes. Alright, I'm in.

OK. And go!

Loser buys breakfast. Oh, cramp!

Bet's off. Bet's off. Too late.

# Yeah, we know

# Even if we had so far to go

# Even if the pace is slow

# Well, I'll be coming home to you again

# If we find

# Something to feel that we belong

# If we can right all the wrongs

# Well, I'll be coming home to you again. #

Did you see her face? She looked really sad.

I'M sad. My legs hurt.

Well, that's your fault. Your dick-and-balls route added two k's.

We only did one ball and half a dick.

Oh! Can you imagine having to run for a living?

What, like a professional athlete? Yeah.

Just, like, running, all the time. Well, they're good at it.

They probably enjoy it.

No, but really, why?

And it's not fair that 'fun' rhymes with 'run'. It's a marketing scam.

Morning. Morning.

Mum, you forgot about the fun run. No, I didn't.

You're allowed to walk it, you know.

What?!

I already told Grace I couldn't make it.

Well, what's your excuse?

Running is for athletes and criminals,

and walking without purpose is boring.

Well, the purpose is health and wellbeing.

Anything else? I've got phone calls to make.

No, that will be all.

You should have told me you're allowed to walk it.

Well, 'walk' and 'fun' don't rhyme, so... (BLOWS RASPBERRY)

Well, my shins really hurt, so I think I should take the day off.

Yeah, if Mum says that's fine, go for it.

McCallum Real Estate. Emma speaking.

Hi, Erin.

No, of course we don't want you to move out.

What's happened?

Actually, why don't I come over and we can talk about it in person?

20 minutes?

OK, great. See you soon. (HANGS UP)

That sounds serious. Yeah, that's Erin.

She's my favourite tenant.

She always puts out biscuits whenever I do an inspection.

Anyway, she's got some issue and might have to break lease.

I'm gonna go find out what's up. Why didn't you ask her on the phone?

Did you not hear what I just said about the biscuits?

And I actually burnt calories today.

Well, I'd better come too. We don't want to lose a good tenant.

You want a biscuit? Yeah, I burnt calories too.

Seriously, Erin, you are such a great tenant.

And I don't say that to all of them. She doesn't.

Yeah. So, whatever the problem is, I promise we can fix it.

Well, let's wait to hear what it is first.

It's a noise complaint.

Oh, is it your neighbours? Having parties?

Are they not inviting you? Who wouldn't invite you? You're great.

No parties, but it is my neighbour.

Someone over there plays the guitar.

Oh, like, loud and at night? Did you call the police?

No, it's more that it's badly.

Really badly.

Well, maybe they'll give up.

Whenever I try and learn an instrument,

I give up after a couple of days.

He does, although violin was a tough week for me, let me tell ya.

Well, that's what I thought, but it's been going on for a month.

You know, I thought they'd stop, or at least get better,

but, unfortunately, they haven't.

Have you talked to them about it?

No. How awkward.

So it's really important no matter what you do,

please don't tell them it was me that complained.

Could have been any one of the neighbours.

Um, OK.

Leave it with us.

Great! (LAUGHS)

Oh, did you want a biscuit for the road?

Oh, rude to say no. Yeah, if you're offering.

This is a tricky one.

That's why you don't promise you can fix something

before you know what it is.

How bad do you have to be at guitar to make someone move out?

I mean, it's only got 10 strings.

How many shit sounds can come out of it?

Six. We'll just talk to them.

Maybe we can get them to use headphones or something.

On a guitar? Don't the strings still make sound?

Probably.

Can you get, like, a silencer for a guitar? Like a gun?

I don't...I don't think so.

Ooh!

This'll be a good time for me to try out my new thing.

What thing? Check it out.

What?

This way, when we meet new people, I can flip it out, like a badge.

Makes us look official. Right.

Stacey? Hello?

Stacey? What are you doing here?

I live here. Is that all?

Uh, no, actually. There's been a noise complaint.

Oh. Well, that sounds serious.

You'd better come in.

OK.

Jim, could you come here?

My blog post only has two comments on it.

It's been up for a week. I'm telling you, China are censoring it.

Oh, hi. Hi.

Hi, Jim. We're here in an official capacity.

One of your neighbours has made a complaint

about some noise coming from your house.

Guitar playing, to be specific.

Well, I've just started playing guitar.

Apparently, it's pretty loud and it's bothering them.

Which neighbour?

They'd prefer to remain anonymous. We can't say.

We know it's awkward, but we were hoping we could find a solution.

Well, it's...it's not like I play late at night

and I'm not playing the drums or with a band or anything.

Exactly. It's one guitar. And he's great.

Thanks, honey.

Have you thought about lessons?

No, I teach myself on YouTube.

Look, I hate to be bothering somebody,

but I...I...I need to keep doing it.

For my health.

What? It's medicinal guitar?

I stopped smoking, and my doctor recommended getting a hobby.

I...had my doubts, but it's actually really working.

Was it Grace? Yeah. She's been great.

Mmm. And he's doing amazingly.

Almost a month now without smoking. Wow. Well done.

Yeah, great, so can you plug headphones into your guitar?

No. It's an acoustic.

Don't suppose it has a silencer attachment?

Look, I'm doing weekly gigs at the pub to keep me accountable,

so if anything, I'm gonna be practising more.

What? When? I'm always at the pub.

Saturday mornings. It's in my blog.

That sounds so good. Look.

I just don't want to risk starting to smoke again.

So whoever doesn't like it,

I'm sorry, I'm just not gonna stop.

Yeah.

Have you tried air guitar?

That's amazing. Stopping smoking is hard, man.

We should be supporting him, not telling him to stop.

Yeah, well, there go the biscuits.

I wish I'd never tried them so I wouldn't know what I was losing.

Uh, where are you going? Aren't we gonna go tell her?

Yeah, we have to walk the other way round,

in case they watch where we go.

What are you doing in my backyard?

Daniel, stop fooling around!

If they see us, they'll know it was you who complained.

Oh, right. Good idea.

Daniel, hurry up. Get your butt in.

So you put the biscuits away, then.

I didn't realise you'd be back straightaway.

You don't want to get them out now or...

So, what's happening? Are they gonna stop playing?

Uh...we can't make them stop. They're not breaking the law.

And he's got a really good reason for it.

We don't want you to leave, but if you really want to,

then that's your choice.

There's just a small fee. I'm not moving out.

What? Can you keep a secret?

Uh, yes. We just scaled a fence to protect your identity.

He went in a bush. What's going on?

The guitar playing doesn't bother me.