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Previously on the Heights...

Good news, Jackson's having a party.

I 100% do not want to go.

Oh, great, he called me a skank too.

This really sucks, doesn't it?

Yeah, I'm pretty over it.

What does he do?

You told those people I'm a cop.

You're ashamed of me.

Should we really be doing this?

I'm finished with my prac.

And with Fraser.

I'm not gay.

Look, if you can't admit it to yourself...

I never got it.

Got what?

Why they take them away in an ambulance.

I mean, she's dead. What good's an ambulance going to do?

What else are they supposed to take her away in?

A wheelbarrow?

There's an ambulance outside.

Yeah?

Oh, yeah, there is too.

Maybe someone died.

Oh, come away from there.

So, Kamran, how is prep going?

Um, yeah, it's... it's OK.

Doesn't look OK to me.

It's fine. Trust me, Uncle.

I know what's wrong.

The interview. You're scared you'll mess it up?

Yeah. Maybe I already have.

That thing with that boy, you know, from the other school,

it's good test of character.

Mm.

I already failed that.

A good lesson, though,

don't let those people get to you.

- Yes? - Yeah.

I'll let you into a little secret...

there will always be trolls where there is treasure.

Mm. Yeah.

Why so quiet?

You don't have an interview for scholarship too?

Sorry, Uncle, I'm just... tired.

You don't have time for tired.

We must all have good energy so Kamran will do well.

Life is good!

Yeah.

I'm tired of hearing about her son.

"Yeah, he's such a good boy.

He got me a Chanel bag,

he bought me a vibrating massage chair."

Sully? Yeah, yeah, still enjoying his internship.

Deloitte Finance.

Shouldn't be too long before they offer him a full-time position.

Yeah, OK. Bye.

- Getting hammered? - Hey, Leonie.

The nails?

It was a...

Never mind.

You still got that blue gum from Bruce's house?

Yeah, somewhere under the house. Why?

I'm just making a bookshelf.

Uh-oh.

What do you mean, "Uh-oh".

- Was the hospital do a disaster? - No.

I mean, the only time you build anything is when you get the sads.

It was fine, it was great. It was awesome.

OK. That's a lot of adjectives.

- Did the suit impress? - Yeah.

- And did you have fun? - So much fun.

And now you're building something.

I can build something without it meaning anything, you know.

OK, pal. Sure. Whatever you say.

I'll come round later and pick up the blue gum.

Uh-huh.

I knew Claudia would break up with him eventually.

You don't know that.

Kam.

Kam.

What?

We can't keep ignoring it.

About...

what happened the other night.

What you saw.

He... he's always liked you... Ash.

Just... one thing.

He kissed you, right?

So what, you like him too or something?

- I don't know. - Oh, Ash, you can't.

Uncle and Aunty...

Uncle and Aunty...

They might not care.

Everyone at the mosque. What will they think?

I don't care about the people at the mosque.

I care about what you think.

I'm sorry, bro.

You don't want to know what I think.

She buried her husband... and her daughter here.

In the cemetery by the river.

Is that where she was always wandering off to.

That's why she never went back to Hungary.

Because they were here, in the ground.

Let me guess, she wanted to be buried with them.

- It'll cost a pretty penny. - I looked into it.

A few thou.

Death is a business.

It'll be the old cardboard box in the fire job, then.

Nice.

What about a fundraiser?

A sausage sizzle, so we can sizzle Audrey.

Christ, you're on a roll today, Mum.

She was a Roman Catholic.

She would have wanted to be buried.

Serious, though, pub fundraiser.

Have a cover charge, ask around, get some donations of food

and booze prizes.

Hold some raffles, make it a Hungarian theme.

I think that's a great idea.

I could ask my mate's band to play.

Yeah, and we can treat it as a wake for her as well.

Celebrate her life.

Yeah.

Audrey would have liked that.

So how's Amira?

I don't know, ask her.

I'm asking you.

- She's OK. - You guys were all cute at mine.

You looked very in like.

Yeah, I like her.

She's funny, and cool to talk to.

Smart.

You think I'm lame, don't you?

Say something.

- What do you want me to say? - I dunno.

Usually you don't shut up, so it weirds me out when you be quiet.

It's just, it's nice to hear you talk about a girl like that.

OK.

What's up with you?

Nothing.

Did he leave 'cause of me?

I don't think so.

Does he know about what happened with Jackson at his party?

No.

Good.

I'm glad Mich didn't convince him to come in the end.

There was never any danger of that happening.

Kam was way more excited about playing Catan.

Wait, what?

We all hung out on Friday night when you were at the party.

Right.

I was upset about Dane, so everyone came over to mine.

Cheers for the invite.

I'm sorry, we knew you were at the party.

How... how's Jackson?

Yeah, fine.

Are you guys dating?

No. It was just a one-off.

OK.

Yeah, he's not really into a relationship right now.

- Oh. - Which is...

which is fine because neither am I. So...

it's fine.

Ah, don't.

In Hungarian culture,

when you die, your soul leaves the body like mist.

You've got to leave all the windows and doors open

so she can fly out and be with her family.

Out you go, Audrey.

Have you seen any little keys lying around?

Yeah.

This one?

Yeah, maybe. Thanks.

Oh, wow.

They're of all of us.

The towers.

She watched us all grow up.

Who's that?

Me.

Oh.

She only knew how to say 'tea'.

This place was her whole world.

- Hey, Rose. - Hey Rose.

Hi, Rose.

Everyone thinks I'm easy now.

Come on, now you're a feminist icon too.

Don't.

I get it. Such crap double standards.

Jackson gets hailed as a hero while you get judged for it.

That's the way it is.

Yeah, well, I'm sick of it.

Men suck.

Hi, guys.

Hi, Watto.

Hi.

Hi, Lottie.

- Do you think we have enough? - Yes.

Dammit! The band just cancelled.

Hey, I can get you entertainment.

- This is a wake. - Meaning?

I don't want any strippers.

Not a stripper...

good friend of mine.

Musician. Entertainer.

Very in demand.

Oh, what kind of entertainer?

Comedy.

Mostly hired on, er, bingo nights.

What's their name?

Miss Broken Hill.

I don't know Watto, it's a risk.

Yeah, she's probably busy anyway.

Usually booked up for months in advance.

Well, I mean it doesn't hurt to try, I guess.

Oh, good. I'll... I'll make some inquiries.

Hey.

I didn't know you were in counselling.

- Yep. - Welcome to crazy class.

More like angry school for me.

S'up, bitches?

- She's bit weird, yeah? - Rose?

Yeah.

Why aren't you into her? She's awesome.

- She seems... nuts. - Everyone's nuts.

I mean, we're clearly both mental.

Sabine.

- We all OK? - Yep.

- Oh, hey, Claudia. - Hey.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

She was such a lovely woman, what I knew of her.

You gave her some peace those last few months.

What can I do here?

You can help set up the bingo boards, if you like.

Love to.

- You're joking. - Hey?

Watto got in your ear?

What are you talking about?

The entertainment's here!

Oh, my God.

Miss Broken Hill.

The pleasure is all yours.

Idiot.

You and Kam looked really cute today.

What?

- I get it now. - Get what?

Ever since I told you I liked him, you've been all over him.

All over him?

You mean, siting next to him outside the counsellor's office?

You, like, love pointing out that you're in counselling, hey?

But it's all an act.

I was totally there for you when all that crap went down with Dane,

but you know what I think?

You sent that photo because you wanted the attention.

- You secretly love all this. - That's not true.

- You're a crap friend. - Tried looking in the mirror?

Have you, slut?!

Yeah.

I'm a slut.

I'm a skank and a whore and a witch and everything else.

Is that what you want?

Is that what you want us both to be?

Maxie! Maxie, come on up here.

Gets lonely up here.

I think she's fabulous.

What's with the 'she'? It's Watto.

The pronouns change for drag queens.

I thought they were called trannies.

That's politically correct, Mum.

But so far so good, nothing too offensive.

I like a man with numbers on his balls.

There you go.

Balls to the right of me...

- Hey. - Hey.

Pretty sad about Audrey.

Ah, yeah. Yep.

Guess that's the end of the cookies.

Strangely poetic when you think about it.

- How? - Given that's how we met.

- Pav... - Have a good night.

51, son of a gun.

- Get your kicks on Route 66. - Can I get a, ah, double whisky.

Your place or mine...

Dinner for two...

... 69.

That's me! That's me! Bingo!

Oh, she's got a winner! We have a winner!

Let's hear it, folks, for the winner.

Alright, put your hands together, we have a winner!

I'd like to thank you all for coming out for Audrey tonight.

Audrey lived in the towers for a very, very long time

and it must have seemed to a lot of you young fellas

that she was old forever

and that sometimes made her invisible.

But there was a time when Audrey was a beautiful young woman

with fire in her belly.

And I choose to remember her that way.

- To Audrey. - Audrey.

Audrey also left us a gift.

For the many years she lived in the towers,

she took photos of all the people who lived there.

Can you turn the lights off, please?

Oh!

Shannon!

God, the mess.

Oh!

Oh, my God.

Can we talk?

- Sully! - Oh.

- I've liked you for so long... - Sully...

and I never thought you felt the same way.

I don't.

You don't?

I can't.

If you wanted to, you can.

Please, just leave it, OK? It's... Nothing happened.

You're messed up.

What do you want?

Seriously, what do you want from me?

I just want things to go back like they were.

I can't.

What do you mean you can't?

I don't think we should hang out anymore.

Please don't hate me.

Maxie!

Watto!

Gee, nothing's changed.

You know this is gonna cause trouble.

I don't care. Something has to be done.

Art class delivered.

Doesn't wearing all black make us look even more suss?

You ready?

Ready.

Hello, Ash.

Are you OK?

There's a poetry night tomorrow.

At the mosque.

When we were children, me and your mother, we...

we loved to go.

But we wouldn't listen to the poets,

we would just eat all the pomegranate,

let the red juice drip down our chins,

pretend we were akhoonds... vampires.

I know you don't usually, but...

why don't you come with me?

With your brother, your family.

Yeah, OK.

Okay.

Oh, let's just get there.

OK. Oh, oh!

OK, alright.

I am going to get you a glass of water.

No!

- Uh-huh. - Not water, cheeseburger.

Oh, dear.

You probably shouldn't have let me drive home.

Oh, I didn't.

I drove home and you drove with a paper plate.

- Come on. - Oh, dear.

Why?

Why what?

You and Pav.

Why'd you break up?

Ah, you honestly wanna know?

Well, I'm all out of wine and inhibitions.

Ah, lots of reasons, I guess.

Come on. Did he put your heart in the microwave too?

Wow.

Pav was a great husband.

But after he was injured and stopped working,

he became... really closed off.

And there was a person at work.

It started off as a daydream, a stupid fantasy in my head.

Then it became this thing that got me out of bed in the morning.

Made life brighter.

But I let it take over me and...

suddenly, it was a bad, sweaty, regretful reality.

I thought it was my secret.

I thought I hid it really well, but Pav knew.

He totally knew.

And it broke his heart into a million pieces.

And that's on me.

Oh, dear. She's gone. OK.

Do you really have to study for an interview?

Doesn't hurt.

Yeah, well, they'll know you got big brains. They'll...

look at the size of your head.

Don't say it.

I'm sorry, it's 90% hair.

There it is.

Thinking of... coming to mosque tomorrow.

Yeah?

Yeah.

It's been a while.

Yeah, it has.

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You ready for this?

You bet I am.

Dane Worsfield distributed an intimate photo of me,

sent in trust, to all the boys at his school.

I was harassed, called a slut, sent dick pics, shamed

and made to feel unsafe by these boys.

If don't deserve respect and privacy, neither do they.

What are you doing here? Making a record.

You don't think I'm gonna sit by why Dane's reputation

gets dragged through the mud with this filth.

Resorting to physical violence

is not something we tolerate at this school.

I can't keep living like this. Like what?

Like I keep waiting for everything to fall apart again.

Don't mess anyone around.

Who's Ryan messing around this time?

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