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I actually have to keep working and making money.

Or we're fucked, Clive. Fucked!

Belle. Belle Gibson.

She wants me to help professionally.

Of course. She's competitive with me.

She's got her app on people's wrists in like Vietnam and Morocco...

and Peru.

And what are you doing?

Just sitting here.

My business and I often raise money for charities.

Maybe the boys would like a play date, let's talk about what'll be possible.

She will kill you.

If you go down this path, this will kill you.

Have you ever heard of black salve?

Don't shush me!

They fucking poisoned me, are you okay with that?

Dad thinks I should leave you. They wonder if you do have cancer.

Why would they wonder that, Clive?

You can't fuck up my relationship with my child

and then swan back in with your parents' bullshit.

Mum, Mum. Can someone help me, please!

Mumma!

It's all right, mate.

- She just had a bit of a fall. - Mum!

Women, especially mothers.

We have to be everything to everyone, all at once.

I've practically worked myself into an early grave

to give that girl everything she wanted.

If she lost her favorite teddy bear,

would you believe we'd go as far as Toowoomba?

Her father, my husband Andy and I,

we would drive all the way back to Toowoomba

to the same baby shop to get the same teddy bear.

That's how much we loved her.

Hek!

Who's that?

It's a client, I didn't invite her.

Did you see it? She did the interview. This is fucking bullshit!

She's just a silly girl who's always had ideas above her station,

living beyond her means and addicted to that computer.

I told her, that world is not real.

It's not healthy.

You were meant to protect me!

- Were you trying to fuck me?! - What?

I'm calling 60 Minutes, okay? You won't be getting the commission.

- Don't touch me! - It's a children's party!

- I got it. - Is this your ex?

He needs professional help with serious substance abuse.

- Go home, Belle. - You go home.

I hope you sort out your own shit, okay?

We are done!

No commission.

No problem, baby.

Light and love!

Light and love!

I can't begin to tell you how embarrassed we are

by what that girl has done.

And for all the poor people who she has deceived.

For the small part that we have played in her life,

I am deeply and profoundly sorry.

How was that?

Uh, good.

- You get everything? - Yeah. Mmm-hmm.

Uh, we did have a call from the hotel.

Oh, did I forget something?

They had a question about the minibar bill

and the room service charges.

Oh.

You did say to order dinner and breakfast.

Is that our pantsuit?

Yeah.

Is she gonna put it back on the rack?

No. Okay.

This is not a true story.

Full disclaimer.

And Belle Gibson has not been paid a cent for it.

Neither have I for that matter.

Not that it's about the money.

That lot in there, the magazine people.

They offered me two grand.

Two grand.

And I said,

"You are a multi-billion dollar company."

"And I will not sell out my daughter for any price."

"Thank you."

That is motherhood.

Terrible. Wonderful.

Thankless. Rewarding.

End of the day...

I love my daughter.

Simple as that.

It looked real and it went on and on for 40 minutes.

- I've been thinking about Clive. - Hmm.

What's he get out of this?

Dude, money. Bags and bags of money.

You think that's it?

Kinda hard to get a proper handle on him.

Kicked puppy? Stockholm syndrome?

He's not not complicit.

You think he'd talk to me?

Even off the record, could be all that's needed.

Uh, I doubt it.

I mean, he's a bit... I don't know.

Although, you do get a sense...

Motherfucking cunt bitch!

Cunt bitch! Motherfuck--

Actually, I don't know.

Belle.

Belle.

Shh.

Come on, get dressed.

I'm sick.

Yeah, so we're going to the hospital.

You want your trackies or your jeans?

Hey.

Hey, Mills. Um...

I... I just heard. Um...

I don't really know what to say. Um...

I'm... I'm here, you can call me.

Call me whenever you need. I'm...

I'm so sorry.

I love you.

Chanelle?

Clive's making me go to hospital. Will you be here when I'm back? Sleepover?

Um...

Millie's mum just died.

When?

I don't know. I don't...

They were on their way to Mexico and um...

I just don't, um...

I don't really know.

Are you going up there to see her?

Yeah.

She used to drive me to school.

I was there all the time. I grew up there, you know.

You totally should go, don't worry.

We can do a lot of prep on email.

Oh...

Poor Milla.

Yeah.

Yeah, poor Milla.

Come on.

Wait, I just need to send flowers to Mill...

What are you doing?

You're acting like a crazy person.

You had a seizure, you need to see a doctor.

Can you not?

That little boy was terrified.

He was shaking in my arms.

I'm sorry that I collapsed.

- Okay. - You think I'm a bad mum.

- Like Natalie. - No, I think you need help.

Give me my phone. Clive, give me...

This is about your parents.

Every time you go back to Adelaide, they get in your head.

You're in my head.

You are.

In here.

All the fucking time.

It's all right, mate. Hey? It's okay.

If you don't go in there,

that's it.

I'm done.

We have such a beautiful family.

You guys have such a bond.

You're like soulmates. It would break his heart if you left.

Kids go between households all the time.

They adjust.

What, like shared custody?

You, me, Nathan?

How would that even work? Huh?

You're not on his birth certificate.

You don't have any rights.

Which is so unfair.

I'm... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Please.

Hey, I promise I'll see a doctor, okay?

I'll make an appointment.

You can come with me.

Okay, can we please go home now?

So bubby can unwrap his presents. Okay?

Don't. Don't do this. Clive, please.

I promise. I promise, okay? Please.

Come.

Please.

Please.

Here's your fucking phone.

Don't ever fucking do that in front of him again.

So that right there is the OG.

And I got you the brown rice instead of the, um, the cabbage.

It's a bit more filling.

Does anybody want anything to drink?

- Water? - No.

Dad, I was thinking we could use the same funeral service as Nana.

Yeah.

Do you remember them? Did you like them?

She died in agony, didn't she?

She died in agony, didn't she?

Yes.

Thanks, Arlo, but I'm gonna go to bed.

You guys... should probably hit the road.

Milla, you coming to bed?

In a minute.

Hey, Mills.

Are you still using that black salve stuff?

I've been reading about it and I think maybe you should chuck it.

Mills?

Yeah, okay.

Um, hey, did you see Julie's office?

They sent a guest list for the book launch

and it's just like,

it is a little underwhelmed. A lot of oldies.

Think you could take a look and add some interesting names?

You're so good at that.

With all those doubts, why did you keep working for her?

I don't know.

My guts were in a knot.

I felt so sick...

Like, all the time.

She started to repulse me.

- Two Buddha bowls? - Oh!

Yum. You have the best shiitake. Is it foraged?

I wish.

Hey, is that waitress looking at us weirdly?

Uh, I don't know. Maybe she thinks you'll do a runner.

- Look. - Hmm.

She's a fan.

- Oh. - I'll go say hello.

Hi.

Hi.

How... How was it?

I, um...

I sent flowers. I don't know if you got 'em.

We asked for donations.

Sorry, that was bitchy.

No, no, no, it's okay. Um...

I was gonna come up, but Arlo said that...

he didn't think you wanted--

It was just family, so...

We'll do a memorial another time.

How's Joe holding up?

I think I have to go.

Wait, um, Millie, I...

I feel like I have so much to apologize for.

But also, I told Belle...

about Tamara and...

she just went and posted it on her Insta

and I've been feeling really sick about it.

Yeah, I saw.

I was at the morgue at the time.

Airports have morgues.

- Who knew? - I'm sorry, Millie.

Why? It was so thoughtful of Belle,

having never met my mother, to inveigle herself in the drama.

Look, she's so sweet.

Breast cancer.

I told her she can come to the launch, make note of it.

Okay.

Millie?

I'll leave you to it, okay?

That was it.

Tipping point, smack in the face, whatever you wanna call it. I was done.

Five minutes before ETA, I sent her a text.

Do... you...

have fucking brain cancer?

I stopped for a nervous poo on the way.

My stationary heart rate was 99 beats per minute.

That's borderline tachycardia, FYI.

Hi! I'm so glad you're here.

Fun! Okay, I have a surprise for you.

Come, come, come.

Okay.

I don't think it's a perfect match, but it's close.

Do you like?

Right, um... Phew, okay.

Can we, uh...

Can you please just sit down?

It's an homage, not a copy.

Okay.

Belle.

Chanelle.

Are we falling in love right now?

Belle.

Yeah.

I am here tonight...

to ask you...

do you have brain cancer?

How'd she react?

A river of white girl tears.

- Why are you doing this? - "Why are you doing this?"

- "Why are you being so mean to me?" - Why are you being so mean to me?

Hey, Belle.

What did I do? I don't understand.

This is your inner circle, okay?

You are safe here.

This is where it begins and where it can end.

I thought Milla was your inner circle.

Well, yeah, Milla's also my friend.

But you can have as many as you want...

I heard her cancer's back.

No. No, actually, it's not. Where did you hear that?

Have you two fallen out?

I feel bad if it's my fault. Her follower numbers...

No, Milla's not insecure.

You said she's the most competitive person you've ever met

in that laneway bar where we drank a bucket of mojitos?

Her eating disorder in year 10.

She was almost hospitalized 'cause she had to be the thinnest.

Do you have brain cancer?

Just show me one single piece of medical evidence.

One... One scan, one scribbled note from an oncologist

and I'll leave it alone. I'll never bring it up again.

I threw it out. I don't want the energy in my house.

- Who diagnosed you? - Why attack me?

It's like I had a seizure and now everyone hates me.

Which doctors, Belle? Let's just get them on the phone.

You've met Dr. Phil.

Oh, for fuck's sake. Are you serious?

Dr. Phil doesn't wear fucking shoes!

Keep your voice down. Clive's putting little man to bed.

Know what? Let's get him up here. Clive?

- Hey. Clive? - Huh?

We need to talk about Belle. Just...

Clive?

Are you hiding in the bathroom?

I'm sorry. Excuse me. Hey.

Jules. Jules, it's me. Hey.

Something's happened.

I don't know if you've spoken to anyone, but, um...

Bella, sweetheart, just... just calm down.

What's going on?

Clive, please.

Clive, I need you to be there.

Have you heard any rumors about my cancer?

What rumors?

There's stuff going around, but it's not true.

If you hear anything, please know a jealous friend is...

Hey. Hey! Who are you talking to?

- Who is that? - I have to go. Love you. Love you. Bye.

- Who was that? - A friend.

Right. Okay, Clive, excuse me.

Clive, can you please join us in the living room?

- Just get some water... - No.

Please join us in the living room right now.

Belle, you too. Come on.

Okay. Uh, right.

So, look, I am not a parent,

but I really believe that your son

deserves to know that his mother isn't dying, basically.

And Clive agrees with me, don't you, Clive?

Yeah. Yeah.

- Yep. - Generally, yep.

So, we are all gonna go to the hospital.

- We already went after my seizure. - Well...

And I decided...

Uh, what does "well" mean, Clive?

We already went to the hospital

and we decided I don't have time to get into it with another medical team

when I just want to enjoy the time I have with my family.

I shouldn't have to confirm or deny,

like, the paparazzi following Lindsay Lohan around

when she just had a miscarriage.

Her pregnancy is no one's business but hers.

You know what, babe? I...

I actually completely agree with you.

You are a really good person.

You are. And I see how big your heart is.

And if I didn't believe that, then...

Look, I wouldn't be here.

I'd be talking to the media.

Um...

I need a peppermint tea and some snacks.

Can you please?

Belle? Hey.

I know you wanna do the right thing.

And honestly, babe, you can survive this.

It's just... I mean, I get it. It's just...

It's snowballed. It's gotten out of control.

That's not what's happened.

I'm just so tired all the time.

Yeah.

Maybe this will be a bit of a relief?

Yeah?

Would you be there?

Oh, my God, of course I'd be there.

You just got to make sure you cancel the book, you know?

No launch.

Tell Apple you're off the watch.

I don't know if that's possible.

But I can try, right?

Right.

You'll stop hating me?

I don't hate you.

Promise?

Yeah, I promise.

To my beautiful, game-changing community.

With an ache in my heart, I find space tonight...

to let you know...

To let you know...

To let you know...

I was tragically misdiag...

I have recently been diagnosed

with a third...

With a third and fourth cancer.

I now have cancer in my brain,

liver...

spleen...

uterus...

and blood.

And so, with so much love in my heart,

I must hand the work over to everyone else at TWP

so they can carry on our collective message.

Although I am hurting,

I am still here reading, listening,

and learning from each of you.

Let us grow our philosophy of living #TheWholeLife

as we work towards releasing our first book.

Yay!

And ensure the legacies of our charity

and our community work

continue hundreds of years into the future.

For the next month,

I'll be donating 95% of all earnings to the Asylum Seeker Resource Centre,

the Bumi Sehat Foundation,

One Girl Foundation,

and the Hunter Cross

and the Cross Family for a life-saving surgery.

Thank you for all your support.

It means the world, but please don't carry my pain.

I've got this.

Love, Belle.

Kiss.

Kiss.

It has 90,000 likes.

She does not have spleen cancer.

The pink balloons, she took that from my radical self-love.

If I call her out, people would listen, right?

I should have done this ages ago.

Mills, I don't know. I don't think it's you.

I don't care if I look petty.

She can't keep lying, it's too dangerous.

Hi. Oh...

Uh...

Milla? Is this a bum dial?

Oh. Hi.

I'm... I'm so sorry about your mum.

I'm sorry to hear about your cancers.

Oh, thanks. I'm just...

I'll probably have to step away from The Whole Pantry,

but you're out there doing such good work in the space.

How are your symptoms this time?

Um, I might try Hirsch again.

Maybe even go to the clinic.

I'd love your advice on that, actually.

Yeah, maybe we can go together.

Share a room.

You can help me with my enemas.

I don't know.

Once you take away all your shit, what's left?

Maybe you should go regardless.

I've heard your arm is just...

riddled.

That's what the internet says.

There's a horrible thread on Reddit.

Have you seen the video?

People are awful.

If you claim to be organic and charge prices that reflect this,

we should be able to trust that what you're serving is organic.

This is false advertising on par with greenwashing.

- Mills, we just-- Shh! - Don't shush me!

They fucking poisoned me, are you okay with that?

- OMG, that blob is hideous. - She needs a doctor. ASAP!

- Didn't her mum die of cancer? - Can't stand the entitlement.

She's the one dishing out false advertising.

- Organic diet freaks... - Fucking influencers!

Get a grip, seriously.

- Kill with fake medicine. - Her mom just died of cancer.

Having cancer doesn't give you the right to be rude.

Can't stand the entitlement.

Unfollow, block, delete.

She needs to see a doctor.

Watch this bitch have a meltdown over her fucking veggie burger.

She won't live long.

- She's crazy. - She's really losing it.

- What a psycho. - Shameful behavior.

I heard her arm is riddled with it.

The cancer is out of control.

Cancer must've spread to her brain.

How many people will she kill with fake medicine.

Dad?

Dad?

I'm in here!

The hose is broken,

the thing's not even five years old, piece of shit.

Dad, look at me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Why did she listen to me?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. - Come here, come here. Sweetheart.

I'm sorry.

Shh.

Why did she listen?

I don't wanna die.

I don't wanna die.

I keep looking at it every which way

and objectively I think the book is stronger without the cancer element.

It's much more inclusive.

I mean, you don't have to have cancer to want to be well.

I...

I'm sick of the cancer. Let's just change the story.

Oh, honey, when I read your post, it broke my heart.

I... I should have called you before.

Probably.

It's just been swirling around lately.

I couldn't keep lying to everyone that things are okay

when my body is under attack.

I know that post has implications for the book.

I'm more worried about you.

Thanks, but pragmatically in an optic sense.

The recipes haven't healed my cancer.

I'm sicker than ever, which is a problem.

That's why I want to take the cancer out altogether.

Poh, do you wanna see if they're ready for us down at the cave?

No, let her stay.

Poh, I'd love your opinion.

What if we call it "The Whole Pantry by The Whole Pantry"?

So just take your name off it?

Exactly. Right, I don't need the ego thing.

Look, let's remember,

we don't buy cookbooks for the recipes, we buy them for the story.

And The Whole Pantry, it tells a tale of transformation and hope.

And you are a young single mother who has beaten cancer.

But I didn't. It's back.

Well, you did for a bit.

And now you're fighting it.

Holistically and courageously.

You're not a finished story and that's okay.

We can say that.

Um, we're ready.

Meet Belle Gibson,

one of Australia's greatest success stories.

This feels a bit lame, Jules.

Oh, I know, but it's just for us to watch back,

do some homework, you know, whatever tweaks.

Normal interview prep, but whatever questions you might get.

It's not like I've never done an interview.

I know, but not with an investigative journalist

who will just wanna rake up all the dirt.

You know what they're like, they're just scratch, scratch, relentless.

Um, Jules, who's that? We haven't met.

Oh, that's Michael, that's a friend of mine.

Amateur sleuth, loves a deep Google.

Hi, how you going?

I've asked him to compile everything he can about you,

anything on the public record.

That's not creepy at all.

- Ugh! - I know. We wanna be prepared.

All right, so what I'm gonna do is fire off a whole lot of questions.

Some you won't like, but that's okay because it's just us.

Okay.

We're gonna help you figure out what you want to say.

Uh...

These lights and this, um...

Does anyone have a Nurofen?

Poh, get a Nurofen for Belle?

If it's not too much trouble.

All right, so let's just start with the basics.

Okay, um, my favorite color is blue.

I'm a Libra sun, Capricorn rising.

All right, so how old are you?

- Turning 26. - Mmm-hmm.

And so you were born?

8th of October, 1988.

So not 1991, because Michael says sometimes there's this funny discrepancy.

I know, they print it wrong once and then it gets reprinted.

Yeah, so, um, you grew up in Brisbane.

Correct.

And what suburb was that?

Um, I don't feel comfortable.

My mum still lives there.

I wanted to ask you about your mum, Natalie.

Thanks. Um, you know, she...

Single mum with her own health issues.

She did her best.

Was it an abusive situation?

I mean, you ran away when you were 12 years old.

Um, I've never said that.

Oh, um, Michael found it here on Facebook.

Can I take a look?

Oh... Oh, God, it's just... No, it's all out of order.

So, did you run away? What happened?

- Are you okay? - Ah!

I moved out. Different.

Twelve years old, my God, Belle.

That's too young to look after yourself.

We got your bloods back.

We can't find any medical reason

for your chest pain and the shortness of breath.

Is there someone to take you home?

Just to get back to your mum,

just to clarify, so, it wasn't like you ran away in the middle of the night?

Oh, no, not at all.

Mum was in a depressive cycle.

I just needed some distance.

Where've you been?

Hospital. The doctors think I might need heart surgery.

Mum, I'm sick.

You don't look sick.

Who did you live with?

You know, the usual look around for girlfriends from school at first,

and then my supervisor at work.

What was his name, if anyone asks?

No.

I've already given you a trauma origin story.

Brain cancer... You don't need this.

Why do you want it anyway?

That's so disgusting when I told you it's off limits.

That's like, not important or interesting.

They might still ask.

It's a micro detail of a whole other part of my private life.

I mean, I'm... I'm more than happy to, like,

deflect and just like...

"Sorry, that's not relevant to my current situation," you know?

To all those sorts of questions.

We frame the narrative... not them.

Yeah, I just...

...don't think that's quite gonna cut it with the tabloids,

but, um, yeah, let's just keep going.

Um, I hate to be a brat,

but this is Panadol, not Nurofen.

Julie?

Belle wants to leave. She says her migraine's getting worse.

Yep.

And what are you treating this with?

Um, black salve.

Here, here

and... here.

The sarcoma I identified in your right forearm five years ago

has metastasized via the lymph nodes.

It is here in your right lung

and in the rib,

sacrum...

and left femur.

Okay, so what do we do now?

So it's... ...some radiation, chemotherapy.

I mean, you're the boss, do we...

Is there experimental trials, the immunotherapies.

Unfortunately, Milla is no longer eligible for those trials.

Why?

She may have been once. That is no longer the case.

I am very sorry.

What does that mean? You mean, what, she's not worthy of a trial?

She's 28 years of age.

It's too far progressed.

I am going to refer you

to a good palliative care specialist up your way,

and a counselor.

Obviously, you're not there yet,

but it might feel comforting to be prepared.

How long until I am there?

I would say under three months, as a guess.

You know what, fuck three months!

Right, my daughter has come to you for help, and you're gonna help her!

You doctors sit here like you're fucking gods!

Be a god and move a fucking mountain!

Daddy, he can't.

I mean, what is this? You tell me?

Is this... You're punishing her

'cause she didn't listen to you in the first place?

Joe...

It's medicine.

It doesn't have personal opinions.

Your daughter has a cancer that has spread, and I am sorry,

but it is killing her very quickly.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

If you can save her, please.

- Please, save her. Please. - Daddy.

Please.

Hey. Hey.

Fucking do something!

He can't.

It's okay.

- It's okay. - I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Let's go.

So, let's just fast forward to Melbourne.

All right, you've had your stroke,

had your cancer diagnosis, and you're at which hospital?

Uh...

Peter MacCallum Cancer Centre.

Mmm-hmm. Do you think your oncologist would be happy

to be in some articles or do some press with us?

I don't think so, because I left his treatment plan.

He didn't like that.

They're so territorial.

Well, that's... I mean, that's fine. We can...

We can use the written medical records.

- Got them handy? - Absolutely.

Some of them were at my mum's place, so it might take a minute to unearth.

She's a bit of a hoarder.

It's going to be great, I promise. Yeah?

- Very good job with the presale. - Oh.

A lot of excitement here.

Thank you, Jeremy.

That's a lovely scarf.

You look beautiful. Are we waiting for Clive?

- Oh. No, he's at the footy. - Oh.

You know, boys and football.

It's better.

His social anxiety. And my son loves him.

Um... just one second.

- Okay, I'll see you up there. - Okay.

Hey.

Hmm?

I promise you, I swear I asked them to take my name off it,

but they wouldn't let me out of the contract.

Hey, look.

Don't worry about it.

I'm just here to watch you lie

to a whole room of people.

And for the canapes... which are delicious.

Hey. Hello, hello, hello, everyone.

Hello. Welcome.

Let's get this show started, shall we?

It's so lovely to see you all here.

I miss you.

For those of you who don't know, my name's Julie Gibbs.

I'm the director of Penguin's Lifestyle in Print Lantern.

And I'd like to welcome on the stage the young woman of the moment.

She's a mother.

She's a cancer survivor.

She is an entrepreneur.

And now she's an author.

Belle Gibson.

Oh, thank you. Thank you so much.

Wow.

This is a privilege.

I can't believe I'm standing here before all of you.

Whoo!

Um...

I wanna thank my mum.

And my partner, Clive.

And my beautiful son.

Of course, my... my besties.

You always have my back.

Do you have brain cancer?

I don't take that for granted.

I couldn't let this moment pass...

without paying respect

to my friend and mentor,

Milla.

Unfortunately, she couldn't be here tonight

for reasons I'm sure you can all understand.

But I know this has brought her comfort, so...

I'm not alone.

And I'm not broken.

I'm allowed to be loud. I'm allowed to take up space.

I am stronger than I know.

So look out, world, and hear me roar.

I used to bite my tongue...

"I used to bite my tongue..."

- ...and hold my breath. - "...and hold my breath."

- Scared to rock the boat... - "Scared to rock the boat..."

- ...and make a mess. - "...and make a mess."

I let you push me past the breaking point.

"I let you push me past the breaking point."

- I stood for nothing... - "I stood for nothing."

- So I fell... for everything. - "So I fell... for everything."

♪ You held me down, but I got up ♪

♪ Get ready 'cause I've had enough ♪

♪ I see it all, I see it now ♪

♪ I've got the eye of the tiger ♪

♪ The fighter ♪

♪ Dancing through the fire ♪

♪ 'Cause I am a champion ♪

♪ And you're gonna hear me roar ♪

♪ Louder ♪

♪ Louder than a lion ♪

♪ 'Cause I am a champion ♪

♪ And you're gonna hear me roar ♪

Wow!

Thank you.

Hey, Millie.

What do you want me to do?

Just... Just tell me. Whatever you want me to do, I will do it.

I wanna destroy her.

Okay.

Wait, I don't know if I mean that.

Hang on.

Arlo brought home a kitten.

Really?

What's its name?

Lila Fowler.

'Cause she's beautiful and a bit mean.

She has the best face.

You should come and see it.

Yeah. I'd love that.

What about Belle?

Are you saying you don't want me to go to the media or...?

You know what you need to do.

I just don't wanna think about it anymore.

Um...

How are you feeling, Mill?

Tired.

All the drugs.

Crazy dreams.

I'm gonna come see you really soon.

Okay.

I tried to book a flight a bunch of times, but...

I just... I don't wanna see her like that.

And I know it's selfish, and I'll probably regret it later, but...

You're scared.

Fuck you, you're scared.

I'm shitting myself.

Mate!

Coming in!

- Is that from Lucy? - Yeah.

When is she back?

Uh...

Ask Instagram.

Ah.

Looks nice.

Baby lambs.

I'd love a lamb.

Listen, mate. Um...

I couldn't help but notice you haven't filed a story in weeks.

It's getting a touch awkward in there with the grown-ups.

- I filed yesterday. Twice. - Hmm.

A good story. I should have clarified.

Might take some time off.

Yeah, it's not a bad idea.

Can I tell you about the extremely thoughtful present that I've brought you?

Hot sauce for my eggs?

I have brought you hot sauce for your eggs, yes, that is true.

But also, hang on,

I was looking at these, and...

Casseroles.

- Casseroles? - Casseroles.

Chanelle said Belle didn't pass on the frozen food

to that poor little dude with cancer.

Right?

Do you think she passed on cold, hard cash to faceless charities?

Charity fraud.

That can be legaled.

That can be legaled to fuck.

"100% of all sales from The Whole Pantry app this month

will go to Hunter for his life-saving treatment."

"#BrainCancerBuddies."

- 100% of all sales. - Hmm.

No overheads that month, Belle.

So generous. What an angel.

We don't mention her health.

Not a hint. Not a slur.

I'm very good. Hug me.

- Charity fraud. - Mmm-hmm.

Where are my keys?

- I'm gonna make these up to go. - Yeah.

Give me an address.

- What can I tell you about Belle? - How long you known her?

We met in a hospital, would have been about a year ago.

Was that when you started working together?

I wouldn't say we're working with her.

She offered to raise money for a surgery for Hunter.

She's got an online platform.

That's generous.

Yeah, it's incredible.

Sorry, I don't understand. What's the angle here?

- I got it. - Harris, give it back!

Harris! Mum! Give it back!

Okay. All right, come on, shower time. Rinse off.

Take your time.

- He always takes my stuff. - Okay, just take it easy. Come on.

There's a neurosurgeon, Dr. Teddy Mac.

- Heard of him? He's on telly. - No.

He takes on all the cases no one else will at a cost.

$60,000 before the surgery, the other half after.

That's a lot.

It's impossible.

I'm not working, I'm caring full time, the hospital appointments are...

I don't know what you've been told about Belle,

but it couldn't be further from the truth.

Without her help raising money for Hunter, we...

That money...

is it in your account?

No, because we haven't booked the surgery yet.

We agreed that's what it's gonna be used for, so...

No.

Belle hasn't paid that family, fuck all.

Holy shit.

Well, I just contacted Consumer Affairs.

The Whole Pantry isn't a registered fundraiser.

She could be facing criminal charges.

I'll see you back at the office.

It's getting exciting.

For the first time in my journey with cancer,

I am really unwell.

If it was an option,

I'd be returning to conventional medicine.

But it's not.

When I was diagnosed with cancer,

I believed it was my fault.

It wasn't.

I believed it was up to me to cure myself.

It wasn't.

I thought I could become whole through diet,

and by listening to my own instincts.

But I was wrong.

And I'm sorry for not being honest with you.

I wasn't being honest with myself.

- You've got this, Milla! - You killed your mum.

- How many people will die because of you? - Stay strong.

Please contact me ASAP. I feel you've allowed negative energy in.

Love you, Milla. Keep fighting!

I have a healer in Indonesia...

Hello? I'm here.

Ah, shit.

You're in the bath.

Did you want me to jump in?

You can try.

Arlo and Joe.

A love story for the ages.

Hey, do you remember in grade one...

that day I wet my pants.

And it got all over your homework diary.

God, everyone laughed at me.

And you told them all off.

You were fearless.

At five.

You still are.

I'm so fucking scared.

I'm so fucking scared.

Honey.

Hey.

Where you up to?

I'm where the dog ear is.

"Jessica Wakefield had come up with a brilliant idea."

"For as long as Jessica could remember,

Elizabeth had always outshone her when it came to giving gifts."

"It wasn't that Jessica didn't have good ideas."

"It's just that Elizabeth was so hard to compete with."

"Liz was perfect at everything,

Jessica thought, sighing. And she was organized..."

Miss Gibson, please find below a list of 21 questions.

We will need your response by 2:00 p.m. tomorrow.

One.

You say a large part of everything the company earns is donated to charities.

Which specific charities have received support from The Whole Pantry?

Two.

Can you provide tax receipts?

Three.

Why have you not passed on the charitable donations you publicly promised

to the Asylum Seeker Resource Centre,

the Birthing Kit Foundation, One Girl, the 2H Project...

- The Cross Family. - The Cross Family.

The Bumi Sehat Foundation...

The Schwartz Family.

Four.

If the funds were never received by these organizations,

then for what purpose were they used?

Five.

And quickly, can you please clarify...

...at which facility you were diagnosed with cancer?

Six. What stage was it at diagnosis?

Seven. What was the precise prognosis?

Eight. Did you receive chemotherapy and radiation treatment?

Nine. At which facility?

Ten. What is the current status of your cancer?

Eleven. What is your age?

Twelve. Can you confirm your full given name as there is...

Thirteen. Will you provide information on the last hospital you presented at?

Fifteen... Sixteen. Will you provide the name of the doctors...

What treatments... Eighteen...

If you have made donations to other organizations...

Can you provide us with a copy of your medical records?

Twenty-one. If not, will you provide us with permission

to contact your current doctor to verify your health status?

We look forward to hearing from you.

Boom.

Fuck!

♪ I'm not sick but I'm not well ♪

♪ And I'm so hot ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm in Hell ♪

♪ Been around the world and found ♪

♪ That only stupid people are breeding ♪

♪ The cretins cloning and feeding ♪

♪ And I don't even own a TV ♪