The Wrong Girl

O-M-G! Here she is, my producer!

I'm the host of my very own breakfast show.

She just threw up on the Health Minister!

It's all right, Nikkii, Nikkii. It's okay.

I'm sorry if that upset you, but you are the Minister for health.

Do you feel uncomfortable being around sick people?

Oh, snap!

What's going on with you and Vincent?

Well, like, I love him. Of course I love him.

Just like a... second-best friend.

Pete Pete? Pete Barnett?

- Yep. - I'm a big fan.

Have you thought about developing stuff for TV?

Oh...

No, breakfast TV's not really Pete's thing.

Oh, forget breakfast.

I like this guy.

We should have a meeting.

You were not happy about Jack and Lily.

If you want her in your life, Pete, you have to decide to get over her.

The bathroom needs a bit of work, but look,

I thought this could be a...

..home office.

- Would that be good for this? - Yeah, no.

This would be... perfect for that.

Honey. Babe.

- Hmm? - Sorry. Sorry.

Hey, do you know where the keys are?

Try my jacket pocket.

The Wrong Girl 2x03 Sep 07, 2017

So, tonight with my brother, it starts right on six.

Well, as he said, be there by six or don't bother.

I'll be there at 5:45.

It's just,

my family get a little narky

about punctuality,

about most things, in fact,

so don't take anything personally.

It'll be fine.

Have you seen my earrings anywhere?

Um, excuse me, Jack,

I didn't know if you liked your smalls folded or...

Uh, no firm position on that, but thanks, Mim.

Whereas my family are totally normal.

Another 24 hours and we could get the okay for our own home.

I hope so.

Is knocking not a thing anymore?

Relax.

I've actually seen you both naked.

- So, Jack's brother's a barrister? - Mm-hm.

Oh, that is so unfair!

Why do some families get all the talent?

Thanks, Mum.

I don't understand

why we're suddenly people who go walking to nowhere and back again.

For health and well-being.

To spy on your son.

Hang on, is that Alice?

What are they doing together?

They're just mates, or so says he.

When did this happen?

Your work drinks.

Oh, but he hasn't said a word.

They do look cute together.

If you were the Daily Mail,

would you call that flirting or just dallying?

Canoodling.

I can't be a party to this.

Shame on you both. I'm going to work.

I thought you already got the sack from this job.

You can't remember how to button your shirt but you remember that?

I remember you whingeing about it.

But you get it to work with Lily again, eh?

No, separate, actually.

Different show, different producer. I'm developing something.

I'm sure you are.

All right, we're going.

Yeah. We have to drop by the hardware on the way.

What? We're late for your appointment. I have to get to work.

And I have to get pop rivets.

I'm working on Mimi's front porch.

I'm sure you are.

Look, you'll probably need to rewire in a couple of years,

but this has got fantastic bones.

Okay...

But what are you doing at the house?

Jack asked me.

She is a real beaut.

It's the perfect family home.

Well, we are not there yet.

Look, I've gotta run, sweetheart. Love you.

- Hey, office buddy. - Hey.

Aren't you supposed to be in a brainstorming meeting with Jeremy?

Oh, that's the consolidating and cogitating session after lunch.

In the mornings, I shadow.

So apart from friendship, what else is he paying you for?

Oh, that's a good question.

So, you follow, observe and absorb,

and when the show's ready, we pitch.

Ahh...

I assume you tell him like you tell me

and everybody else what you really think of TV.

Uh-huh.

To me, TV is the nicotine

that keeps consumers smoking the advertising cigarette.

- And? - (INHALES SHARPLY)

I just don't see...

You'll get a development retainer and half the creator profits.

I admit I was quick to sell my soul,

but in my defence, I got a way better price than I expected.

I'm super happy for you both.

Really? Because you seem kind of annoyed.

Do you want me to quit?

Alice!

Almond only from downstairs.

The almond up here is sweetened.

Up here I drink skim. Got it?

No.

Don't quit.

I need all the moral support I can get.

Is she actually a host now?

Australia's number one host amongst 18 to 35-year-olds.

That is terrifying.

- PB! - Ahh!

Ha-ha! J.

PB&J!

Like the American sandwich.

Yummy.

How's the house hunting going?

Yeah. I know all.

The bank called me to make sure you actually work here.

That's a pretty hefty loan on your salary.

Jack must be doing some heat and eat commercials.

No, we'd be going 50-50.

I mean, yeah, he's handling the majority of the deposit but...

What could go wrong?

Your room awaits, squire.

Right next to mine!

Hang on!

Was that why I was moved?

You're in my office?

Oh, it's more a project space.

You can't be creative in an office.

You've got a bean bag?

- Yeah! - Whoa.

So you got the changes.

We're doing the burkini thing.

The bikini thing?

An aquatics centre kicked out a couple of girls in burkinis.

We're going with that instead.

What about the equal pay hot button?

Run it next weekend.

Hell, run it 2049.

It's not going anywhere.

Anyway, who do we get on?

I say firebrand sheikh versus nationalist leader.

Isn't that a little inflammatory?

Yes.

- Pete. Thought lab in 10. - Right. Gotcha.

Hey, so buying a house, huh? Congrats.

It's not done yet.

It's more like a financial investment.

Wow, that's genuine grown-up right there.

Yeah, nothing says adult like 35 years of insurmountable debt.

So what's the place like?

- We've only looked at one. - Mm.

It's beautiful. Big.

- Nice, big kitchen for Jack. - Nice.

How we've changed, huh?

Remember back in the day you used to say that

all you need to feel at home was a scented candle

and the complete set of Jane Austen?

I can still have Jane Austen.

Now it's all, like, guest rooms and swimming pools.

You know what? I need to be in producer mode now, so as co-workers,

we should probably establish a work-nonwork chat barrier

at, like, reception.

- Okay. Are you angry - So...

about the office or the...

Lil. - Because...

Lynn Price from the Reserve Bank's lined up and ready to go.

Oh, sorry, yeah, change of plan.

Can you get me a list of Islamic councils?

Okay.

Has Vincent mentioned anything to you about him and Alice?

Sorry, I feel a little uncomfortable.

Is this a work chat or...?

- Ooh! Oh, no. Please. - Ooh. Can I...?

- Thanks. - Go.

Okay. What about... A Night in the Life.

We switch a devout Muslim girl with a tattooed club rat

and follow them for the night.

No.

On so many levels.

One note, Pete.

Creativity flows best in a "yes, and..." environment.

Yes, that's offensive, and it's also completely impractical.

Yes, I'm at the beach,

wearing, like, a J Crew shoulder tie one piece

with a cute little straw boater,