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Madeleine. How's Trav?

He heard the rumors Rusty's been called back to the inquest?

How's Jessie?

Must be tough. Is she struggling?

You know, if she wanted to chat to us about it,

we could cover some of her bills.

You've been harassing her for a month, Neil.

Isn't there a rock you should be under?

Hey.

Ugh! That Neil guy! Such a creep!

Yeah. Wait till he's on your lawn while you're taking a shower.

He said something about the inquest starting up again.

Mm-hmm. Feels like it'll never finish.

Can I get you a coffee or a tea?

Yeah. I'll take a green.

Cool.

You know, um...

I could just stay here and watch the game with you.

To be honest, I think I'll probably give it a miss.

But thank you. I'm good.

Alright. Well...

dinner at my place tomorrow night.

You have got to taste the way my new au pair makes a Bolognese.

Yeah, maybe.

I hate hotels. Pillows are always too thick or too thin.

Two's too many. And one's not enough.

Okay. Step away from the mirror.

What are you doing?

Um, I'm trying to turn a dress I've already worn three times

into something entirely different.

I thought you were just watching the game at Kath's place.

Yeah. Yeah, I am.

Well, so, why's the dress gotta be new?

Okay, if you have to ask that question,

then there's no point in telling you. Just...

be grateful that you have a uniform.

-Shit. -What?

Um, n-nothing.

-Oi. -Alright. I-I gotta go.

Have a great game. You'll be awesome.

Thanks. Love ya.

Love you too.

Maddy: Okay. Sorry to leave you with it all.

I know it's a Saturday, but, um,

things get a bit crazy for away games,

and I've got a friend, and she's not doing --

It's -- It's okay. It's my job.

Um, also I didn't get a chance

to do the shopping, but there's some money for food.

We can all go for a walk to the markets later.

I'll make a roast.

Do you want dinner for when you get back tonight?

Are you crying?

Quite possibly.

Don't know what you keep doing with that dress,

but somehow you make it look better every time I see you.

Hey, um, just out of curiosity,

what are the return policies generally like

at those high-end boutiquey places?

Well, generally they do prefer that you don't wear it

a dozen times before you return it.

Hey! Look what you've done with it now.

-You should be in design.

-Oh, there she is! -Ahh!

Mother of two. New partner.

Oh, what are these cards that have just fallen out?

Hewett, Markham, Cochrane, and Munn.

I bloody love it.Rolls off the tongue.

Thank you. I'm quite fond of them myself.

How's the juggle going?

Well, with an au pair with godlike child-wrangling

ability and impeccable Polish housekeeping...

pretty bloody seamless.

And speaking of kicking career goals,

how's the teaching going, Paige?

Oh. Uh, yeah. Yeah, it's pretty good.

Getting one or two sub lessons, which is almost

consistent enough to get me above the poverty line.

Oh, sweetheart, that's what Dan's there for.

Oh, no. No.

Separate finances. That's the rule.

Oh, well, good for you.

-So, how's Jessie coping? -Um...

Yeah. I -- Yeah, she's okay.

Not quite ready yet. The press are still there.

-Creepy bloody Neil. -Ugh. He's like a ringworm.

Yeah, but it's been a month. What do they want?

Oh, he said something about Rusty going back

to the inquest this week?

He even offered to pay Jessie for her story.

-Ugh. -He's so gross.

Man on TV: ...two wins and two losses

in the wake of that devastating tragedy a month ago,

and with the coronial inquest still hanging over their heads,

the big question is what sort of impact

is it having on this team?

Man #2: Terrific question, JB,

and it's the great unknown, isn't it?

We know that the captain, Connor Marrello,

is clearly down on form,

and looking like a shadow of the player he was last year.

He averages 13 contested and 7 tackles a game,

ya dickhead!

How's Connor going since the accident?

Oh, he's been spending a lot of time at the club.

I think he feels a responsibility to the boys.

One thing the Jets can be grateful for

has been the blistering form of rookie Daniel Fletcher.

-Hear, hear!

One thing we do have to be grateful for --

Rusty dumped Karlie.

So at least we don't have to listen

to her epiphanies any more.Uh, Tahls...

"Mindfulness just made me realize

that all I was really missing was...me."

-Hi!

No!

Karlie: And I just realized I need to take control of my life.

I mean, I am a Zen Juicy ambassador.

I'm not just Rusty O'Reilly's missus.

A-And he's the one who's gonna have to

sort his shit out without me.

And t-the whole "tough boy" thing's bullshit.

He uses more moisturizer than I do.

Man: They've got to re-gel.

They've got to come together as a...

-Alright, ladies. Gather 'round. Half-time selfie.

At least Karlie's still got her sisters.

Uh, you know, maybe that's not such a good idea,

you know, to be seen taking sides.

Okay.

Let's just watch the game, shall we?

Sure thing, Queen Kath.

Now, Karlie, you're more than welcome to stay, but --

But what? I'm not sleeping with Rusty anymore,

so I'm out of your little squad?

You know what? You're all just fake bitches.

-Okay -Okay.

-How about some water? -How about this?

How about you put down that vodka kombucha

and call a cab, yes?

Yeah. I can -- I can give you a lift.

Thank you, Paige.

Whatever. Whatever. You know what?

You all enjoy, until your dickhead husbands

figure out your use-by dates and ditch you, too.

-Thank you. Bye. -Bye-bye, Karlie.

-Bye. -See you.

Untag, unfollow, unfriend.

It's a shame.

I was juststarting to like her.

Just the one with the, uh...

-Oh, that's a cute house.

Look. You're new, so...

just so you know, you're not Grace anymore.

Actually, my name's Paige.

You're Daniel Fletcher's missus.

It's Southern Jets number one, it is boys second,

and Daniel third, and then it's little Grace

way,way down here.

O-Okay.

I guess the club is the only reason we know each other,

but they've been so supportive of Jessie.

Oh. Yeah.

She's been getting a lotof support.

Fuck it. May as well say it now.

Round 20 last year, Rusty was injured.

He said he was going around to a mate's to watch the footy,

and I followed him.

And guess whose house he really went to...

while Jack was away playing in Perth.

Yeah, but Jack and Rusty were mates, though, right?

Maybe he was...

-You didn't see them argue at the Grand Final?

They hatedeach other.

I wouldn't be surprised if the only reason

he was with me at all... was to cover him and Jessie.

I miss you, too.

I can't.

There's too much heat on me at the moment

with the press and the inquest and...

I know.

We just have to wait.

Man: What a costly 50-meter penalty there,

given away by Jack Davies. -JB, that's game over.

You just can't do that.

And as you'd expect now,

he's copping an absolute serve from Rusty O'Reilly.

The wheels have really come off.

-Absolutely. They're gone. - Shit!

Sorry. I was calling out, but you had your --

It doesn't matter! You're home!

Ooh!

I'm -- I'm sorry about the losing bit.

But you were so great!

Thanks.

Is that last year's Grand Final?

Oh, yeah. Yep!

Well, look at you, doing your research, eh?

Mmm! Yep. That and, um...

Karlie told me about the fight that Jack and Rusty had.

I had no idea.

-Wait. Karlie? -Yeah.

She was at Kath's place. And get this --

she reckons that Jessie and Rusty are having an affair.

Rusty dumped Karlie. I mean, she'd say anything.

Yeah, but it would make sense of what I saw at the barbecue.

Hey, look. It's been a big 24 hours.

Can we just leave this alone for today? Just...

you know, get some food and have a chat like normal people?

Yep. 'Course. Sorry.

Maddy: I mean, they've got a legal team

the size of Iceland, Jules. They really should have had

those agreements back to us last week.

-Hey, hey. -Sorry about the game.

Agreed. Where are the kids?

Joanna.

Yeah, well, my problem is still with 13A.

Um, j-- Hang on a second.

-I'll make French toast? -Um...

Ask Joanna. I've just gotta sort this out.

Sorry. Sorry, Jules. Go again.

-Kick it to me. -Okay.

No, that's not gonna work.

-Over here! -Nice. Okay.

Get ready. Get ready.

Soccer!

But 27 possessions is your best this year.

Only eight were effective.

So, are you gonna have to testify again, too?

-What? -Well, apparently that...

journo Neil said that Rusty's been called in again.

Ah, it's Neil. It's probably just bullshit.

Yeah.

-Mum's back.

She wants to clear the air. Or attempt to.

That's some pretty Beijing level pollution.

Yeah, well, if we're gonna get married,

we need to sort it out at some point.

And by "sort it out," you mean Iapologize?

Fine. But she has to apologize to me first.

I'm the one who lied.

And I intend to use that as an argument trump card

for the next five years.

But she's the one who's always treated me like shit.

-I wouldn't hold your breath. -We'll see.

Does that mean you'll do it?

-Dinner tomorrow.

The coroner's obviously not satisfied

that Rusty gave the full story.

It's probably just clarification.

What is there to clarify?!

This whole thing's gone from smelling like roses

to rotten fish very quickly.

And people are looking for someone to blame.

It was your camp.

And you sanctioned it.

-I don't like surprises. -Yeah, I'm aware of that.

I'll talk to Rusty.

If there's something I don't know,

I better find out before the coroner does.

Yep?

Who the fuck is Karlie?

Paige: "So much for the sisterhood.

Rusty dumped me via text,

and then my WAG sisters dumped me even harder.

#footyfamilymyarse."

-Why was Karlie even there? -Uh...

What, she's not with Rusty anymore,

so she can't hang out with us?

Well, no, more because she's crazy, but...

Okay. Karlie's not crazy. She's just her.

Or is she just tryin' to make the most of the attention

before people forget about her?

She was dumped via text!

Why are you angry at me?

-Because you're being sexist. -Oh, how is that sexist?

What if Jessie was having an affair with Rusty?

okay, well, even if they were, it's...none of our business.

It is if a man drowns and the only witness

is the guy who's sleeping with his wife.

-It was an accident, Paige. -Okay. How do you know that?

I've told you.I know, but I still don't understand

why Connor would tell you not to talk.

To stop people making up rumors about it.

Look, all I'm saying is you weren't there

when Jack went in the water, were you?

I didn't have to be.

Rusty was gutted when I got there, and so was Connor.

Y-You don't understand what it was like.

Look. Things are bad enough at the club as it is.

Would you please just let this go?

Kath: The club is bullying Karlie.

First of all, this is a private matter between the two of them.

Uh, which she wanted made public.

And that is her choice, but the club

is not directly involved, and Rusty's going through --

The club is involved if club culture is to blame.

We understand this individual is upset.

Well, good. Just don't say "individual."

It sounds cold.

We understand Karlie is upset --

Don't use her name, either. It makes her sympathetic.

Just say "she."

How about "arsehole"?

The women and the club are clearly trying to support her.

Look at the photo. She's in our home

watching the game with them.Perfect.

Right. I'll deal with Karlie.

What are you gonna do about Rusty?

I'll talk to Lauren. He listens to her.

Come here.

You just have to keep going.

It'll get better.

Can't get much worse.

Night.

Let's do dinner. Tomorrow.

We'll go to that new Thai place.

I can't. I'm seeing Lauren.

Oh, of course.

I thought you and Adam were...

Yeah, yeah, we do. Just forgot what night it was.

No worries. Night.

Night.

-Morning. -How's our rising star going?

Oh, yeah. Good, thanks. I mean, it's a challenge.

Couldn't have asked for a better start.

Getting a big head?

No, just grateful for any opportunity.

-Ah... -Um, actually, I was wondering

if there might be any more of those opportunities

for classes or subbing around?

I didn't realize quite how expensive the city would be.

No, I was asking if Daniel was getting a big head.

No. No, no, he's, um, very grounded.

Good. God knows that's what they all need right now

with Jack Davies and all this nightmare with Rusty's ex.

Yeah. It's tough.

-Mmm!

If it makes you feel any better, I hear that you are on the verge

of a senior call-up to the maths department like any day now.

And, um, I mean, you might not be interested,

but, um, if you do need some extra cash,

I do this tutoring program after school

and they're always looking for extra teachers.

-Yes. Oh, that'd be great. -Oh.

-Thanks. -Mm-hmm.

Oh, excuse me.

-Oh. Mm-hmm. -Sorry.

-Kath, hi. -I'll show her dumped.

Well, just smile while you do it,

'cause we already look like a bunch of high-school molls.

-Maybe she's just lonely. -Paige is right.

Our response should be one of concern for her mental health.

Someone needs to speak to her. I'd offer to,

but I think she's made her mind up about me.

She thinks you're a queen.

Lucky we've got an in-house lawyer.

I think she made her opinion of me pretty clear.

-I'll talk to her. -Yeah, nah.

Paige should do it. She likes you.

And you're definitely the most patient with her.

Just gently remind her that we all have connections

that make it worthwhile to remain friends.

Kath.

Hey, you better not be trying to pay the bill again.

Ah, no. Thanks again, by the way.

You're welcome. What's up?

It's a bit delicate.

It's just there are some things that I've heard.

I don't know. They're probably just rumors.

What things?

Come on, Paige. It's okay.

Who are we talking about here?

-Jessie and Rusty. -Right. What about them?

That the two of them are...

Who told you these things?

-Oh, no. No one. -Karlie?

Honestly, it's just whispers. Really, the point is, I --

I normally wouldn't stick my nose into other people's business,

but, because of the accident, all the uncertainty...

Yeah, look, this is a really awful situation.

I can see how concerned you are.

And you know what? That --

That's exactly why you should speak to Karlie.

Yeah?

So, how are you feeling about tomorrow?

About having to talk about a mate dying all over again?

Yeah, great.

They might just need to get more information.

Asking more questions isn't gonna make me know any more.

Swap legs.

Have you talked to a psych about any of this?

Crying about it won't help.

It might help relieve some of the stress.

I'm not stressed.

Top-level footy...

drug sanctions...

the death of a close friend...

break-up.

And how did you know we broke up?

Karlie's post.

What post?

Jessie: It's the inquest.

They keep growing out there, like bacteria.

Ohh! Chocolate-covered peanuts! You're a legend!

Although it's been like six weeks.

I should probably shop for myself again soon, right?

You, my dear, can exploit my groceries

for as long as you need.

Although, full disclosure --

today I do have an ulterior motive.

Oh?

Just wanted to fill you in on something.

-Do I wanna know? -Oh, it's probably nothing.

It's just a stupid rumor, but...

I thought you should know, just in case it pops up.

It's about you and Rusty.

-What, as in... -That you two are...

-Let me guess. Paige Dunkeley. -Yeah.

She saw us talking at your welcome barbecue,

and now she's got a scandal to be part of.

Jess.

We're not...

by the way, Rusty and I, in case you're wondering.

Right. I wasn't.

Ohh! That is exactly what I needed.

My mantra for that practice was "moving on."

Good. Mine was

"I didn't even know I had that muscle. How is it hurting?"

Hey, look, um, I want to thank you for, you know,

genuinely being there for me through all of this.

-Oh, it's fine. -No, no, really.

Look, you could have just cut me off like all those other --

Mnh! Anyway. Moving on.

They are genuinely concerned for you, you know.

They do wanna stay friends.

Right.

'Cause you all, you know, you know each other and, um,

you know other people in the footy world and...

Well, well, connections. So...

So it's better for everyone if -- if we just...

They told you to talk to me.

What? No!

No, I just thought that maybe what you posted was not

in anyone's best interest, including --

I can't believe you'd use yoga as a weapon.

Rusty: Karlie!

What do you want?

I just want to know why you're posting all this shit about me.

'Cause it's the truth.

What, you think it's a secret where you used to go?

Do you think I'm that stupid?

Mate, hey, maybe it's best if we go inside.

No, no, you're not going anywhere near me.

And neither are you.

I know your whole life is a lie!

Guess what just happened.

Um, you spent the equivalent of a small car on clothing?

Yeah, I was -- I was gonna tell you.

There's a lot of zeros in that, Paige.

Yeah, it would have been a lot less if you didn't get

such a terrible interest rate.

Yeah, well, it's got fantastic points.

Points are a rip-off.

-So this is myfault? -No, I'm gonna...

I'm gonna pay it off, okay? I'm sorry.

No, it's fine. I mean, I gave you the card. I'll pay it.

No. I have to.

I got some extra tutoring work with Tony.

-I'm gonna sort it out, okay? -Okay.

Ohh! That smells delicious!

-They were on my bag. -They were in the sink.

They were on my bag in the sink.

-They had mud and dirt on them. -Uh, what's going on?

Joanna washed my game socks.

It's "Yowanna," and I thought they had been used.

They had! That's -- That's not the point.

They are my lucky socks! Trav.

I don't wash them when we lose, okay?

You understand?

I understand the words you're saying,

but to be honest, the actual logic makes no sense to me.

You are not the only one, Joanna.

Everything's shifting around.

The bowls are with the plates. Corn Flakes are gone.

She is teaching our kids fucking soccer!

Okay. What other solution is there?

-Hm? -Mum could move in.

I'm just gonna pretend that you didn't say that.

What?

Oh. Jessie, are you okay?

Yeah, I don't think I can come for dinner tonight.

There are even more press.

Well, you can just come here. We'll pick you up.

But they'll just follow us, Mads.

What?She can't get out the front door.

Here.

Remember how Jack used to escape those, uh,

ASADA blokes after a big weekend?

I just didn't realize that you becoming partner

was a straight-up trade for being my partner.

It is my name on the building, Trav. It's a lot of work,

work that you've had for the past 10 years.

I still made time for us.

-Yeah, bye weeks and off-season. -Well, no --

Like, French toast day. French toast day is sacred.

Well, you should have thought about that

before you signed on to play another season

without telling me!

It's my turn, Trav.

Joanna is the fucking Polish Mary Poppins,

and I'm finally feeling like myself again,

so do not make me choose between the two of you.

Hey! Look! Who's that?

-Hey, mate. -Hey.

Diane: It's just epic.

The salt flats. Salar de Uyuni.

The Arbol de Piedra. The Rock Tree. Do you know it?

-No. -Oh, stunning.

Google it.

Just like a Salvador Dali painting. It's so evocative.

Sounds like it.

I heard about Jack when I got back from La Paz.

Devastated.

So why is the inquest starting up again?

Uh, I don't know.

Have you moved the painting I gave you?

-The vagina?

-Sorry? -The painting.

That's clearly an abstract representation

of female genitalia.

Yes, we did move it.

Because we keep it in the garage

and only bring it out when you come over.

Tahls...

Because the truth is, we don't really like it.

Radical honesty, it's called.

Google it.

I thought it might be the best way to handle tonight.

-Can we have a word? -Of course.

Say what you want. Radical honesty.

I'll go.

Why was your own mother not told

about this publicity stunt of a wedding?

Radical honesty. See? She gets it.

It's just it's so heavy at the moment.

I mean, uh, apart from Jack, it's the losses, it's the --

-Thank you... -Mm-hmm.

Social-media rubbish.

Well, you can forget about all that tonight.

Are you gonna sing me "happy birthday" or propose?

Well -- Would that be that bad?

Come on, Adam.

What?

We've talked about this. It's -- It's a fantasy.

It's why I pay you. It's obligation-free.

And you'd be obligation-free if you left the club, too.

Seriously. What about if there was no more --

no more money, no more hotels?

I wanna be with you. All or nothing.

I'm gonna have to choose nothing.

The club, you mean.

-Hey.

I'm gonna go.

I'm not taking that.

The cleaner will be happy.

♪ Be who you are

♪ And give all that you've got

♪ It's easy

♪ And it's hard as this

♪ Though you try to resist

♪ It's just the way

♪ Of this world

♪ Let it be your oyster, your pearl ♪

Jessie: Thank you guys so much for this.

You're right. It was exactly what I needed.

-Any time. -Mmm.

-I'm all done, so, good night. -Good night!

-Travis. -Good night.

Thank you.

Well, I'll just go to tuck the kids in.

Are you guys okay?

He feels threatened by Joanna.

He should.

Now, I don't want to pry, but I feel like we should just

rip off the band-aid and talk about it.

Talk about what?

How many weeks you are.

H-How did you know?

Well, you know, I'd like to claim

I've got some sort of baby sixth sense,

but I saw the pregnancy test in your rubbish bin.

Ohh! Sweetheart.

I know it's been so hard. But I'm thrilled for you.

No, Maddy. You...

You can't tell anyone, okay?

Okay. Okay.

Tahlia: Not coming from old money like you, Diane,

does not mean that I'm a hick.

I'm a very successful businesswoman.

-Because of Connor's profile. -Oh, please!

My appearance fee is worth double Connor's!

Your appearance fee or what you spend on your appearance?

Oh, so it's the way that I look that makes me

not good enough for your son?

Oh, I'm sorry. Your adoptedson.

Tahlia, I have no issues with the way you look...

or the fact that you don't come from old money.

In fact, it would give me some working-class cachet

to provide a girl from the streets like yourself

a chance to come good with my son.

-Oh, fuck me. -No, what makes me judge

your suitability as a life partner for my son,

if I am to be radically honest,

is the fact that you were unfaithful to him.

-You cheated on me first! -Bullshit!

What about that hedge-fund douchebag from Singapore?

Oh, God, that was a martini pash,

and I told you straightaway, and that was after

your promo girl.

No, it wasn't! And she was PR!

Oh, God, I don't care if she was

Sheryl fucking Sandberg. You didn't mention her

when you ran off to tell your mummy, did you?

-Yeah, 'cause I was angry, okay? Fuck!

Just 'cause you don't talk to yours.

-I do. -Yeah. Once a year at Christmas.

Well, at least she's my real mother.

You get a kick out of hurting people, don't you?

Well, at least one of us is getting a kick.

Man: 45 meters out. Tight angle.

Here's Jack Davies. Jack Davies' kick on its way.

And it's through.

Yeah, mate. That's the way.

Is that Jack?

Sorry. It's probably a bit weird talking to...

It's not as crazy as talking to his old chair.

Here.

So, what do you say to him?

Uh, that our, uh...

hard ball gets are lackluster, stoppages are killin' us,

and our defensive setups are as coordinated

as seagulls and a chip.

And I miss him like a bastard.

You forgot our sloppy forward pressure.

Oh, okay.

Give us a go.

Alright.

You can be Jack.

-Hey. -Hey.

Sorry it's late. Is, uh, Brian up?

No, he's out, actually. You okay?

Yeah, just had Mum over for dinner.

You want a wine?

I won't tell Brian if you don't.

Form can't get any worse.

-It's a stressful time.

This never-ending inquiry doesn't help.

Yeah, I know.

You know, it just occurred to me today that...

you've kind of been forgotten in all of this.

You and Jack joined the club at the same time, didn't you?

The same year?

-Mm. -And being captain...

Seeing him like that must have been awful.

Yeah. Wasn't, uh --

Wasn't the best day of my life.

And then you're fighting at home.

That's the way it always works out.

When it rains, it pours.

How have you guys done this for so long?

Um...

I dunno. I guess we've found other ways to be resilient.

Mmm. Cheating probably doesn't help.

Well, actually...

if you communicate about it...

...having some outside support can be really helpful.

Emotional and... physical.

You know, I have been trying to get Rusty

to open up all day today about the accident,

and I realized that I hadn't even really

talked to youabout it.

Just gotta keep moving.

You've been very kind, pretending not to remember.

-I do not remember that. -Oh, come on. When I --

When I was living with you and I first moved here.

I remember that, but I don't remember...

-Yeah, you...

You, uh -- You knocked on the door just as I, um...

No.

-Yeah, Kath Rickards, football royalty, uh...

who I had a massive crush on.

-Oh, you did not. -Yeah, I did.

That's pretty cute.

It wasn't cute. It was excruciating.

That was a longtime ago.

Yeah.

-We should, um... -Yep.

I'll apologize to...

Yo-anna.

It's -- It's not about the socks.

Of course it's not, idiot.

You lost your best mate.

Shit!

-Where the fuck have you been? -Sorry.

I'm sorry I didn't tell Mum everything. I'm going to.

No. I'm sorry.

Radical honesty was nota good idea.

-Give me the vagina. -What are you doing?

I don't care what she says. You're my family.

Wait! No. I appreciate the gesture.

But this is actually worth a bit of money.

-Hey. -Hey.

-How was your night? -Good. Yours?

-Yeah. Nice. -Yeah?

You heading straight to the inquest now?

-Yeah. -Brian.

Shit.

Hey, Jess. How are ya?

Did they pay you a lot?

What?

Leaked by someone inside the club.

I wonder who that could be.

I have no idea what...

Just stop talking shit about me

and stay away from my family.

Paige. What is she talkin' about?

Alright. Walk with me. I've got five minutes.

-okay. -Well, it's gotta be Karlie.

Not according to Jessie. She went straight to Paige.

Well, Paige came to me a few days ago

asking if Rusty and Jessie were having an affair.

-Why would she go public? -The money?

She needed it, and Neil was offering.

What if it is true? About Rusty and Jessie?

Well, even if it is, it's for us to deal with, no one else.

She seemed so sweet and straight.

Like a little Chihuahua.

-Guess we let her in too early. -Mm-hmm.

Well, we just have to be really careful, especially now.

We can only trust each other.

Such a shame.

-There he is. -Any comments, Rusty?

How do you respond to these sources within the club

that you and Jessie Davies were having an affair?

You nervous, Rusty?What have you got to say, Rusty?

Did Jack Davies know about the relationship between you and his wife?

Come on, mate.

Rusty: I solemnly and sincerely declare

that the evidence I shall give will be the truth,

the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

Jessie! Jessie!

-Are you here to support Rusty? -Look here. Jessie!

Over here! This way! Jessie! Jessie!

And, so, what happened just prior to the accident?

Hey.

Mr. O'Reilly?

We had a disagreement.

Over what?

We hadn't seen eye to eye since last year.

Did you hold Mr. Davies responsible

for your Grand Final loss?

I think the bigger issue was...

that he did.

So how did Mr. Davies end up in the water?

We had an argument.

Now, see, you're a gutless prick like you've always been!

Things got heated, and he went under.

Jack!

-Oi! Where's Jack?! -What have you done?!

He was under for maybe...

10 seconds.

By the time I got to him, he'd already surfaced.

-You all right? -Give us a hand?

Nah, leave him there. Soft prick.

Toughen up, princess!

Woman: Was anyone else there?

Mr. O'Reilly?

No.

Went to right his kayak.

I kept going, and...

we found him on our way back.

-I did not do this, Kath. -You told me.

Yeah, 'cause I know you and I trust you,

and I thought you trusted me.

Yeah, I thought I did, too.

We've only known each other a few weeks, haven't we?

-So you think it was Karlie? -No.

-If it wasn't... -It wasn't.

Oh, my God! Kathy Rickards!

Bloody hell! I'm Toni.

Don't worry, Paige. I'll introduce myself.

-I am a massive fan. -Ohh!

-Any chance of a selfie? -Of course.

Bags right, though. It's my best side.

Oh, get out. You don't have a bad side.

Shut up.

Actually, Paige, can you take it?

Thanks, Paige.

Mmm. So, what are you ladies talking about?

Well, we were just --

Actually, T-Toni... It's Toni, isn't it?

Do you mind giving us a minute?

-Right! Absolutely. -Thank you.

So nice to meet you.

Paige, what we need is for our allies to be our allies.

Now, I would suggest that if you arein fact an ally...

you start acting like one. Okay?

Get behind this club like the rest of us.

You know, if anyone's damaging the club, it's Rusty.

He's actually a member of the club, unlike me.

What I am is a teacher.

What you are is expendable.

Now, I hope for your sake that you're telling the truth.

I'm here because I love Daniel. That's all.

Really? Huh.

For someone you're supposed to love,

you're making life verydifficult for him.

-I'm on your side, okay? -Yeah, but do you believe me?

Well, I believe that you didn't sell the story.

-But...? -I dunno! Maybe you...

I dunno -- Maybe you mentioned it

to someone at school or whatever and they...

-Oh, my God. -Look, you're very trusting,

is all I'm saying.

Yeah, but not trustworthy, right?

No! Yes, that's exactly what you're saying.

Well, you were talking about all this before anyone else was.

Yeah! But I wouldn't say it publicly!

Uh -- I can't believe you.

You can't believe me?

Paige.

I am trying to play my rookie season...

while dealing with a media shitstorm and a team tragedy

while my girlfriend runs around like fucking Sherlock Holmes,

diggin' up stuff, trying to solve things

that don't need solving.

Look. Look. If you are telling the truth, this...

It's all gonna be fine.

And there's no need to worry

about that money stuff anymore anyway

'cause I paid off the credit card.

I said I'd do it.

Yeah, well, the interest would've smashed us.

-You got that interest rate. -So I paid it off.

Okay. Well...

Ta.

I gotta -- I dunno -- get some fresh air.

♪ Take a breath

♪ You left your lights on

Boy: Ah!

♪ Next time...

Listen.

I want you to know that I will be there for you no matter what,

and I won't tell a soul.

Um...

♪ But you say the same thing, it's all the same to me... ♪

Before you ask, it's not Rusty's.

♪ Give it time to mend

You need anything, any time, you call me, okay?

Okay.

Alright. I should go.

♪ How did I not realize I was just being your advice? ♪

♪ I'm more than a way out

Hey, you guys! Yay! Hey!

Come here, little mister. We gotta go.

♪ On the way down

Hang on. One second.

Hey. It's me. Call me back.

There's something I need to tell you.

♪ 'Cause I found out on the way down ♪

♪ On the way down, on the way down ♪

Rusty.

♪ Down, on the way down, on the way down ♪