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This sees you down on the canvas and the count is ten.

Well? No more crying corruption, or the original goes public.

Must make you a very proud parent.

I grieve,

sharing that grief with the even greater grief of his wife,

Rebecca, and his daughter, Georgia.

You ruined him.

Her husband's dead. He shot himself because of you.

He was weak.

Who's mourning?

Georgia has something. Shame she's a slut.

Don't.

Tell her I'm grateful. Give her the boot.

I like her.

Tough.

You must feel something!

You are pissed.

I'm Julian Lee, a cardiologist, Mr. Walford.

Would it be wrong to ask to see you, away from here?

What about a transplant? A healthy new heart?

This is ridiculously premature.

Make it happen!

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You've got nine months to save,

because the wedding registry's gonna be fierce,

and wish me luck off the rookie list.

Might even be marrying a premiership winner come Christmas.

Hey, coach?

Think positive.

Here, my footy, my footy!

It's your fifth concussion. No game's worthy dying for.

Marti must be wondering who she's going to marry now.

We're such a cliche.

Huh?

The girls watch a tearjerker

while the groom has his last night of quote unquote freedom.

Two.

Bro.

On your buck's night?

With the cost of the honeymoon...

I thought he'd pull a no-show.

Hey, watch it, dickhead.

Danny.

Whoo! Hey!

What? What?

Energy on sale. Added bonus.

Energy's sorted. How about both, next week?

Now or never. I'm off the market after tonight.

- Piss off! - Oh, easy bro.

- I am not your bro. - Ooh, touchy. Feely.

Come on.

Whoa!

- Yeah? You wanna go? - Yeah!

- Yeah, ya gonna go? - Yeah!

- Hey! - Come on!

He was being a dick!

Ambulance!

- Give 'em room! - Recovery.

What are you doing?

Later.

Danny, can you hear me? Danny?

There must be something you can do.

If there only was.

He's in there somewhere.

It's just his body now.

No. If we wait, he'll get better.

He won't.

It's like they said. No hope.

He's being prepared for organ donation.

Marti?

She's accepted.

She needs you.

Come on. Thank you.

That's it?

They're saying their goodbyes.

Sophia would want you to pay your respects.

Let's go.

Just a tick.

As soon as that's done, you go to their place.

We have to protect them from the truth.

I assume he stashed stuff there.

I don't know. Maybe, he didn't say.

He wasn't thinking straight.

Dealing on his buck's night? You reckon?

Now we have to make sure it's fine

when they clear out his room, or if the cops get wind,

He did it to pay for his honeymoon.

I don't want excuses.

You know where the spare key is.

Turn over his room, and no sign you've been there.

Check his computer, too. You got the password?

Dannydickhead.

Sophia's got enough heartbreak without this.

What a screw up.

Dannydickhead.

I know that obituaries have been prepared

for my husband in most media offices.

One day they'll be used. I feel not today.

Bart and I pray for the soul of whoever died,

to give Phillip hope. I also pray for their loved ones

who are in sorrow, that my husband might live a fuller life.

I wish I knew their names, so I could assure them

that we will do our utmost

to make sure that he honours their loss.

Thank you.

He doesn't deserve a fresh heart to pump venom through his veins.

I trust you. I do trust you, I do.

Make the world a better place.

Let him die.

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All being equal, he'll be home in weeks

and back at his desk in months.

If you'd like to...

I love you.

Do your best.

I've felt lots of things about him over the years, most bad.

Sympathy's a new take.

Mummy's almost drained me of mine.

Mm, what now?

So before, God was the enemy.

Now she's praying he'll play hitman.

So much for rehab.

Yeah, well, I doubt any twelve step program can cover

her level of dysfunction.

What?

They're callous, corrupt, venal,

and we still can't cut them loose.

What's that about?

Callous, corrupt, venal. We're just chips off the old block.

You'll come back?

Months of the lord and master have worn me down.

You seemed to cope.

It's my job to.

Well, they say transplantees can mellow.

Mm.

Or he might stay the same obnoxious bastard

with a new lease on life.

Your humour's been a godsend, if it's at all possible.

I'll see how I go.

Question, if I may.

Please.

Why do you stay?

I'm surprised it took you so long to ask.

He wasn't always like this.

For auld lang syne?

If it were only that simple.

I can recover just as well at home.

You'd be there if you could. Three weeks plus.

Three? I thought it was less.

Well, you've had a few complications.

You're fine, but absolutely not.

What are you smirking at?

The novelty of seeing you told.

What have I said? No bloody flowers.

I'm sorry.

It's alright.

We will be thrilled to ship you out of here as soon as we can.

Am I to admire your bluntness?

Well, subtlety hasn't worked.

You're lucky you saved my life.

You've been given a second chance.

Find better ways to use it than being a prick.

You're letting him get away with that?

Yeah, for now.

These make it more final than the funeral.

What do you want to do with them?

We'll scatter them in the new year,

on the oval, same as your Dad's.

He'd like that.

Mm.

Until then, his room.

I can do it.

No, I can't stay out of it forever.

You alright?

It's where he still feels alive.

But he's not.

You were on his computer.

No.

It's open.

I came in to get his suit for the undertaker, that's all.

He always closed it. Always.

He must have just been excited about getting to his buck's night.

Mm.

Last goal, Danny boy.

Fly high.

Mrs. Grey, do you have anything

to say about the coward's punch on your son?

- How do you feel? - How do you think she feels?

Okay, move back. Give her some space, please. Move back.

I feel...

I feel sad.

We're all sad. Too sad for anger and recriminations.

The law will find the right or wrong of it.

Our one consolation is missing from the ashes that we scattered

are the organs that have gone to helping others.

If anyone wants to honour Danny,

do so by becoming an organ donor.

It's an issue on which he held firm views. Thank you.

Move aside. Please let us through.

There are reports that Danny was dealing drugs

the night of the fight. Can you comment?

If a bloke had asked that question...

Was your son a drug dealer, Mrs. Grey?

- Move back, please. Move back. - You cow!

Hey, hey!

No! No! No, no!

She just lost the man she was about to marry.

What is your excuse? Okay, I've got you.

It's okay.

We have to talk.

Please.

His computer.

What about it?

Well, he, um, he always closed it.

It... it was a thing.

But when we went into his room, it was open.

So?

So is the drugs accusation true?

Because of some computer?

No, it's... have you been in his room?

Were you in on it?

No.

But... but you did sneak in.

You knew. And you didn't stop him.

I tried. Of course I tried.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

No, fair cop.

Okay, yeah.

I went in that night he died, in case there was stuff there.

And was there?

I flushed it.

Okay, well... well, how much?

- What was there? - You don't want to know.

Oh...

Oh, Mum!

You know the press.

They take a one-punch death

and turn it into a 'drugs in sport' scandal.

- Yeah. - As soon as Bella's here.

I'm so sorry.

You had every right.

There's no truth in it, that you know?

Leave me to handle it. Where is Bella?

David? David.

I have always cringed from news items where a parent says,

"my child wouldn't do that".

From the moment they hit puberty,

they open this 'to be kept from the family' folder.

We are the last to know.

So I will ask you once more,

and I will never forgive you if you lie to me.

To your knowledge, did Danny do what she says?

Right.

I... I only found out myself the night of the fight.

I sent Marc in to clear his room.

I wanted to spare you.

Computer.

I was trying to help.

Oh, you have. You've... you've told the truth.

There is one sort of parent worse than the wilfully ignorant

and that is one who protects a child, whatever they've done.

Our world'd be a better place if more of us faced their failings.

Have you got that reporter's number?

I can get it.

Danny's organs helped a lucky few.

Admitting his stupidity might help a lot more.

I don't think now,

Just text it to me.

And I don't need protecting. Not on this.

Not at all.

You're not gonna watch the news?

Why make it worse?

I need a cuddle.

If I don't make this count for something,

I'll have lost him all over again.

It's an issue on which he held firm views.

The report said Danny was dealing drugs

the night of the fight. Can you comment?

If a bloke had asked that question...

Was your son a drug dealer, Mrs. Grey?

You cow!

No! No!

Does the lady protest too much?

A team culture intent on concealing what might be the tip...

Sweetheart.

Join me?

No, I'm leaving room.

Having a big one.

With?

Some lads from Tate Swarbrick.

Don't overdo it.

How was he?

You've become conspicuous by your absence.

Did he say that?

What's not said's just as telling.

I have to muster the energy.

I managed.

You didn't sit on the stairs and watch him die.

That was ten months ago.

Makes any sentiment after the fact suspect.

Well, you've had plenty of talks since.

Yes, well, this is the first since he's clearly not dying.

He's gonna throw anything I say back in my face.

I can come.

Toxicity doesn't require an audience.

I'll go, first thing.

Good luck.

I feel very alone.

You should have been here a week ago.

There were plugs to pull.

There's something you should know.

For my own good, of course?

Not remotely.

I have a friend aspiring to be the second Mrs. Julian Lee.

She's felt the good surgeon cooling,

so she had him followed and she's managed quite the dossier.

God works in mysterious ways.

Oh, drop the pious schtick.

While you're here,

Mr. Lee and Cate have graduated from hotel beds to hers.

Oh, you think I didn't know?

The affair, possibly.

But in your home? Has she ever screwed one there before?

You're a laughing stock.

Bart's not back till late.

We have plenty of time ahead. No need for risks.

And if that doesn't declare my intentions, nothing will.

Good intentions? Should I pack and leave now?

When he's recovered. Why stir the pot?

I'm not a kid. And you're not my nanny.

- I thought... - I'm fine.

- Goodnight then, Mr. Walford... - Yeah, yeah.

No, wait.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Goodnight.

You said you'd be late.

Ran out of steam.

Here? Really?

I assume he didn't come for drinks.

We're being discreet.

I saw him.

A warning to take more care?

So what's the theory?

Dad's so grateful that Julian saved his life

that he just gives him a leave pass to mount you?

Don't be vulgar.

He'll get the same treatment as every other one...

- Unless... - Stop.

Dad finds out, as always,

which guarantees Julian suffers.

Is that it? His punishment for keeping Dad alive.

I love him.

Please. There's only one person you love, Mother.

Me.

You think I would have survived this house if you didn't?

What about Georgia?

Your father has a dreadful opinion of her.

Any specific reason?

Yes.

One day.

Perhaps.

Original and copy.

That should shut him up.

You will cease and desist, or the original will circulate.

She's... she's my little girl.

Done and dusted.

Make sure those Korean proposals are on my desk this afternoon.

Thank you, Bart.

You're paid to protect my interests. Your own.

Eventually.

Any gratitude I feel to you and Georgia

does not extend to seeing you together.

Be as kinky as you like, but don't even contemplate more.

Has your Dad gone?

I couldn't see into the car as he left.

He's shattered.

Good.

Have we put runs on the board with your father?

We may. With time.

No. We will.

Next one! Zachary, you're up.

And careful.

Hi.

How can you?

I was going to discuss it tonight.

- You're talking to that reporter? - Mm-hmm.

After what she said? The boys are furious.

How much did they tell you?

- They said Danny was doing it. - Mm-hmm.

And even if it is true, what, you're throwing him to the dogs?

I have to do what's right.

You're his mother.

I wouldn't lie for him alive. I'm not gonna do it now.

He sold drugs to some other mother's child.

Marti.

I will... I'll hate you if you go ahead with this.

- You don't mean that. - Don't I?

The truth will be reported. Perhaps I can control how.

I don't want the kids sensing this. I am in tonight.

You still talking to her?

Yes.

Then I never want to see you again.

Martina, please.

I got a visit from Rebecca Konig

before I got one from my adoring spouse.

When?

The point is, the person who hates me most,

dropped by before you.

I've been holding off.

For?

News that your second chance might have taken some effect.

Would have made this easier.

At least it would have justified

the platitudinous crap I fed the press during your operation.

I'm meant to have had some sort of epiphany?

Saul on the road to Damascus?

I find you referencing the Bible more than unsettling.

So. I'm here.

And so am I. Hopefully for some time.

I've paid lip service. Can I go?

You may.

Was there anything, er, specific you wanted to say?

No, nothing that can't wait.

I'm home in a few days,

so one more token visit should suffice.

For appearance's sake.

And tell Sandra I want her there when I get home.

She's reviewing her options.

Oh, yes, I heard. Tell her to not be so bloody stupid.

Convince her.

So that's why I'm here?

We all have our uses.

At least the usual summons for a blow-counter blow is emotional.

Now I'm just a messenger?

Sorry to rob you of your illusions.

Cate?

Yes?

Nothing.

In his office?

Security.

Give 'em a show.

No cameras in here.

True that.

On his desk.

What better way to say 'screw you, Daddy', hmm?

The club would prefer you to cancel it.

We're trying to manage the fallout.

He hasn't been with the club all year.

But he was.

It picks the scab off the old sore of drugs in the game.

Was he selling drugs to the team?

- They all say no. - Oh!

But the press won't want to listen.

Well, that's not my problem. I'm sorry.

You know what the game meant to him.

Don't.

And Paul.

Oh! That is a cheap tactic.

I will see the club clear of mud,

unless there is mud and you're worried it'll show.

No.

Good.

This is my choice and the one I have to make,

believing it will do more good than harm.

If I can put Martina's feelings aside

then I can certainly ignore the Club's.

Sorry, I'd rather be alone.

Got somewhere even better for tomorrow night.

Than this?

You wait.

Mum?

Mum.

Bedtime.

Let's get these off.

No.

Wouldn't want to be you in the morning. I'll be back.

Mum.

Drink this.

That's it.

I'm so sad.

I know. Sleep tight.

My little boy.

You too.

I had a rough night.

I'm here to make it look like you didn't.

Understand I admire what you're doing.

There'll be no hatchet job.

Yes? Right. Ready?

As I'll ever be.

No, no, leave it.

... what it's been for you since Danny passed away.

So I'm curious,

why have you chosen to speak about Danny's drug dealing now?

It obviously wasn't an easy decision,

but when I heard that your accusations were true,

I felt I had to address them.

And how did you learn the truth?

Can you say who told you? His teammates?

Your daughter?

His fiance?

Bloody hell.

I'm here to discuss my son's actions.

I will say the person who told me

had no direct involvement with him.

She should have said it wasn't you.

Shh!

Many parents would find your actions unusual,

especially given you had just lost your son.

It's because he died, because his death helped others

through organ donation, that I'm doing this.

We made such an issue of it, for the better, I hope.

I'd hate his less admirable choices

to undo any of the good that message might have done.

But he still sold drugs.

My son was a good man, who made bad choices.

Instead of wasting time on pointless recriminations,

I'd like fans of his game to learn from his mistakes.

Then there might be some point

to a heart-breaking situation.

Some might say you're using this interview to whitewash

the actions of a self-interested drug dealer.

- Bitch. - There's already enough

self-righteous outrage on the appropriately named Twitterverse.

Can we just concentrate on the message?

It's to the parents out there.

If it can happen to Danny, it can happen to anyone.

Don't be blind to your child's faults before it's too late.

All very mysterious.

I keep my promises.

Turn around.

What could be more twisted than my father's desk?

You can't even begin to imagine.

I tried not to disturb you. Bad dream?

Beautiful.

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