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How can you?

You're talking to that reporter, after what she said.

You're his mother!

I wouldn't lie for him alive, I am not going to do it now.

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

The club would prefer you to cancel it.

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

Sophia, why have you chosen

to speak about Denny's drug dealing now?

When I heard that your accusations were true,

I felt I had to address them.

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

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

It's like they said. There's no hope.

He's being prepared for organ donation.

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What about my transplant? A healthy new heart?

There's something you should know.

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

I got a visit from Rebecca Koenig

before I got one from my adoring spouse.

Bad dream?

No.

I've got somewhere even better for tomorrow night.

Than this?

You wait.

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

You can't even begin to imagine.

There's no one like you.

- This is where your dad... - Yes.

Industrial cleaners. But if you look close enough...

This is sick.

What part of, "We're making love

where your father blew his brains out",

isn't a step too far?

50 shades of disappointment.

We should...

All that talk about pushing boundaries.

"And you take me places I never thought I'd go".

Get out.

I mean it. Get out.

Get dressed outside.

You really thought I wouldn't be shocked?

I thought...

Piss off.

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If you didn't understand that, the full story...

Shit.

Daddy.

Baby.

You know, don't you?

You've seen it.

How do you...

Philip Walford called me. He laughed.

He said I'd helped destroy you.

Don't be silly.

I'm so ashamed, Daddy. I'm so sorry.

Put it down.

I've hurt you. You've seen it.

You are still my little girl.

You hate me.

You're still my baby.

I can't live with that...

No. No.

It's all right, baby. You're still daddy's girl.

No one will know.

Just give me the gun.

No, daddy, I'm so sorry.

Give it here.

It's all right. Give daddy the gun.

There's nothing we can't fix.

You know how much I love you.

Oh, I know.

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What?

- I know how she must feel. - Not even close!

We're taking a few days to process at David's shack.

That's where we are if she wants to talk

or if she would like to join us.

After last night?

I wanted to offer.

- It's okay, Dad. - If you don't wanna do this...

I've got it. Thanks.

I didn't want to go without you knowing where I was,

in case you needed... anything.

Don't ask me to forgive you. I don't.

I didn't feel I had a choice.

He always used to say, "Mum has this great way

of making everything about herself".

I used to defend you.

But last night was all about you.

Saint Sophia, sacrificing her son

for the sake of mothers everywhere.

The only person

who came out of that interview looking good was you.

Whether you know it or not, that was the point.

You clinging desperately to your delusion of perfect motherhood.

That looked problematic.

There are different ways of handling grief.

Enough of the hearts and flowers stuff.

Let's cut to the heart of the matter.

Nothing like a transplant to encourage the bad quips.

Clearly.

Oh, have a heart.

I am thereby done.

Glad to see you're still kicking.

I may not be if you keep that up.

This is only temporary.

So am I, if you don't behave.

Cate wrangled me back.

That can change.

- I'd rather walk. - I insist you don't.

Thank you.

You were released early on one condition,

you listen, and you do what I say.

I got it from Julian.

And the transplant coordinator, save your breath.

You can work in rationed bursts.

You'll sleep when I tell you, or at least give it your best shot,

and you will be meticulous in your drug regimen.

Rejection is a real possibility, and I don't mean the type

where I say 'go screw yourself' for acting up.

- You practised that. - Nurses Handbook, page 46.

'How to Lay Down the Law

to Over-Privileged White Men with Anger Management Issues'.

- You should do stand-up. - My fallback profession.

Right, let's talk about how this will go. First up, pills.

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Yes? How is he?

Disturbingly amenable.

He thanked me.

Julian said he might change. False hope?

Possibly not.

Pen and ink, yet! Retro girl.

Started in my teens.

I would've behaved if I had known I was going in your diary.

- All mentions with affection. - I should hope.

So when was his last show of gratitude?

Other than a snide dig,

I'd have to go a long way back through these to find that.

You've kept them all?

As my record of happiness lost and suffering gained.

I can imagine.

It's good to have you back.

I just wanted you to know he's settled.

Don't be thrown by any changes. They can be extreme.

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I hope you understand.

Try me.

I don't understand your problem about joining us.

The girls are marvellous.

Hardly girls, mother, despite the efforts of their surgeons.

The Real Housewives of Over-the-Hills

and their spawn not my kind.

Well, for your father then.

With these rumours about the business,

we are to be seen to be charitable.

Dispel the whispers of going belly up?

Excuse me.

Bartholomew Walford. Georgia Konig.

We have a lot in common.

I know we shared a common bond.

The best of everything on the surface.

Tyrannical fathers. Our burden beneath.

I thought it was my arse in that suit.

That helped.

Nothing says 'talk to the boy'

like knowing your father is screwing his mother.

You knew it that early?

That's the least of today's revelations.

- I'm not normally this forward. - No?

I normally way more if I'm just after a quickie.

And what are you after?

Buy a ticket for the ride and see.

I'll leave my number with the barman. I'll expect your call.

- If it doesn't come? - It will.

- You were so sure. - Damage attracts damage.

I didn't know my damaged showed.

To the right eyes.

Your father tyrannised your soul.

Daddy dearest, my body.

I was 13 when it first happened.

I'll avoid the sordid details.

But it was on the spot where we were last night.

He threw me down

and the only words I can remember are

"Daddy loves his princess

and afterwards, if you tell, they'll know who to blame".

It went on for years.

Why didn't you...

Why didn't you tell the world

about Phillip's mental cruelty, huh?

Because they're clever.

They make you feel responsible somehow.

You mother, she must've suspected.

Yeah, there's comfort in denial.

And I'm the first person you've told?

The second.

Help me.

But that doesn't matter.

I got no joy from that, quite the opposite,

so I saw you that night in that bar and I thought

"I'm going to have lots of fabulous sex with that man.

And he's going to help me finally get my revenge".

- My father loves me deeply. - Where does that come from?

He'd do anything to protect me.

Should I be worried?

No. He should.

I'm his Achilles' heel.

I know what would stop him yelling 'corruption'

about the bankruptcy and your father.

It would score you huge points with Phillip.

Original. Copy. That should shut him up.

You scored with yours, I settled scores with mine.

I've always wondered how you could betray him like that.

I rubbed his face in what he'd made me.

He'd have felt disgusted, jealous,

and the sickest, betrayed.

He looked in the mirror and it drove him to end it all.

You hoped he'd suicide?

I hoped he'd something.

There was an outside possibility.

And that didn't worry you.

As much as screwing me worried him.

- And what was last night? - A test of your limits.

To force this discussion,

maybe to exorcise what happened over the years

by making love there.

And we do make love now.

As much as I have resisted saying it,

as much as I threw every kinky challenge I could at you

to make you run from it...

... I love you.

And I love you.

I know.

Otherwise I never could've said it.

Is that it?

The full story?

You know how much I love you.

Oh, I know.

Every revolting detail.

So where to now?

Wherever this takes us.

Do I have a way of hijacking situations

to make them about myself?

Is that what Martina said?

She obviously said something harsh.

Do I?

Danny died days before their wedding. She's still mourning.

It probably helps her to lash out.

That doesn't answer the question.

Did Danny ever say he thought I did?

- We all say things we regret. - So yes?

I'm sure he thought better of it later.

When? Under what circumstances?

Mum, I really don't...

I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

I've been forced to re-evaluate my son.

Perhaps I should look at myself too.

After Dad died, Danny thought...

He thought you were a lot more 'poor me' than 'poor us'.

- Was I? - For little bit.

You'd just lost your husband.

Well, you just lost your father.

And he wanted you to be perfect.

- What about you? - Nobody's perfect.

Yes?

- It's not important. - Let me decide.

With what happened to me with the bullying,

that ended up more of a war between all the mothers

than it did about what anybody had actually done to me.

You were suddenly the central player.

It hurt.

But it did feel about me,

I felt I'd failed somehow, I didn't protect you.

There was one 'me' and three 'I's in that sentence.

Maybe all mothers do it.

We begin life inside you

so of course it's easy to make us about yourself.

I'm honestly not bitter. I know you tried.

You've wanted to say that for a long time.

I didn't know until now.

In the interview last night, was that about me?

Danny did the wrong thing.

And you were right as a mother to say what you said.

But the words 'me' and 'I' did pre-dominate.

You asked.

Just until it gets too hot. You've had enough of bed.

You're prattling nanny-speak again.

I'll take my umbrella and fly away if you're naughty.

Yeah, well, grab it and bugger off.

That's better!

You were almost charming over breakfast.

I'd hate to lose my sparring partner.

- A lapse. - Good.

I'll be back to check on you.

When Gary Ford arrives, send him out.

Call the transplant coordinator.

I want a report on how all this affects mood.

Worried you're losing your edge?

I want the full facts,

not the summarised waffle I've had so far.

You've been through something profound.

Of course it's going to affect you...

- No later than lunchtime. - Yes, sir.

Is it your father or something else... that's distracting you?

- Something else. - Share?

- I'm in love. - Not...

- Who else? - Love?

- But you've said all along... - It was.

So what's changed?

There's a lot more to her than I imagined.

Well, I hope the oddly human moments

your father's displaying last

if you're going to offer that little snippet to him.

I'll choose my time.

Carefully.

What about Julian? You tell him?

Timing's all.

He's on the terrace, if you want a punch up.

Don't stand there with that pitying look on your face.

Say something or get to work.

How are you feeling?

Better now I'm at home.

Even more so once I'm back at my desk.

Anything you want to tell me?

About?

I've got Gary Ford coming.

- Security? - Unless there's another one.

It's about certain erasures from the security tapes.

- From the office? - Here. The elevators.

Whose visits would your mother rather remove from the record?

- Ask her. - The eminent Julian Lee?

So Rebecca Konig wasn't lying.

She slid by the hospital.

You knew and didn't say. Yes?

Yes?!

Yes.

The way I've kept things going with you out,

I think I'm owed a pass.

Possibly.

What will you do about it?

Maybe if you'd shared, I would.

Go on, go make money.

And if you run to your mother with this,

no free pass in the world will save you.

Yay!

- There they are! - Off you go.

Incoming missile!

- Hello, poppet. - Hey, Mrs. Grey.

- Daddy, let me come. - Good on Daddy.

She didn't wanna stay at kindy without you there.

I think you just wanted a swim.

- I do. - I bet.

- Hey, David. - Hey.

Why don't you go with Bella? We'll be there in a tick.

Off you go.

Let's go. Come on, Bella!

What's the club's reaction to the interview?

- That's not why I came. - I'd still like to know.

The widow of one of the more tragic figures of the game

and the mother of one of its fallen heroes

highlights the problem of players and drug use.

There's a flap.

Shouldn't you be there dealing with it?

It's more important I know you're okay.

I can handle the fuss if I know you are.

I am.

Never tell them I said this. It's only a game.

And you've sacrificed enough for it.

- That smacks of revolt! - Maybe.

You did what you felt you had to do.

Mrs. Grey! Watch!

Oh! Aren't you clever!

Here I come.

Good girl! Good girl!

That's great!

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- You wanted to see me? - Yes.

- Should you be doing that? - Should you be caring?

I assume this is something to do

with the visit from security earlier?

- Julian Lee. - What about him?

You screwed him here.

That's a first.

You've given me a dilemma this time.

Being?

Do I destroy him, like the rest? Or do I opt for gratitude?

I'm oddly inclined toward the latter.

- I'm in no mood... - I haven't finished.

Do you know, nor am I, since you've forced the issue.

Julian's as powerful in his world as you are in yours.

He's beyond your reach, Phillip.

Destroy the man who saved your life

and let's see what the media make of it.

And I'll make sure they know.

So that's his purpose.

To challenge me with a lover I can't hurt.

There's no purpose. No game.

He makes me feel things I haven't felt

since you stopped being my lover and became my jailer.

Just another boat docking in your well-used harbour.

It's the real thing.

You threw me at him in the misguided assumption

it would get you a place on the transplant list.

Blame yourself.

Uh, you can go.

Do your worst. I've stopped caring.

Our baby girls.

They never stop being your baby.

Yeah.

This might be way out of line, but I have to. I want to.

Will you marry me?

You're joking.

What?!

You must have guessed how I feel.

You're a friend. A very dear friend.

And Paul's best mate, I know.

Maybe that's why I've said nothing.

I won't apologise for my feelings.

I'm not asking you to.

I know this isn't how you'd like it to go.

It's just not something I've ever considered.

Right.

And the timing.

You'll be a prize for any woman.

You're...

Why now?

The feelings were there.

And I watched you, through Danny and everything

and... you've been amazing,

so brave and honest

and every time Carrie runs up to you,

I think "I want her to be Carrie's mum and my wife".

That look doesn't make saying it easy.

I'm trying to find my feet, that's all.

I do love you.

I think...

I think the thing is, we've only ever held each other in grief.

Otherwise we've barely touched.

That's not a no, it's...

We've never been out to dinner, or to a movie or...

We've never really been alone together except in grief.

Yes.

What? You'll...

Yes, David, I would love to go to dinner with you.

It's a start.

I just need to see if I can catch up.

Is that okay? So soon after?

Danny would understand.

I could do with the company.

That's not very romantic.

But under the circumstances, it's the best I can do.

As long as it's okay that I spoke.

- Yes! - I appreciate your honesty.

Let's go help with the sand castle.

Next Thursday. 7.30?

I haven't dined out for a very long time.

I love you.

I love you too.

I miss you.

You're back.

Your aunt was boring me.

Bored I get. How are you? Restored?

Rested.

"Rest, cures, religion and pills". That song lyric?

I'm Still Here. It's appropriate.

And are you? Fully present?

Well and truly.

If a seed I've planted sprouts...

The other night, with Phillip Walford. Anything I've missed?

No, you first.

- What have you done? - A touch of revenge.

You should try it some time. It feels fabulous.

It does.

"Rest, cures, religion and pills".

He says it's my fault!

He says that Mummy will hate me if I tell.

Georgia, you can't say things like that about your father.

But he does it. He does.

Help me.

Georgia.

Come in.

I'm fine out here.

So Mrs. Morris said.

I need your help. With Mummy.

This way! Over here!

You're sure you won't stay for dinner?

Got to get little miss home for bedtime.

Bella wants me to stay.

Oh! Whatever your Dad says.

She knows how to work an angle.

Come here.

See you Thursday night.

You will.

- Bye. - Bye.

- Bye, sweetheart. - See you later alligator.

- Thursday night? - Hm.

- Any questions? - It makes interesting reading.

Heart transplants are often associated

with startling changes in organ recipients.

I thought you were a rugby man?

Maybe it takes a second shot at life

to appreciate the value of the game.

Maybe it does.

Nanny says nap time.

Not a murmur!

- My God, you have changed. - Or I'm just tired.

Leave it. I used it in hospital to lull me to sleep.

You're lucky to have a daughter who cares so much.

I admit I find it hard to move past my anger.

- Toward Phillip Walford? - Who else?

Georgia's admitted her feelings for Bart Walford.

She worries your animosity may damage her chances.

You think I'd let her marry into that cesspit.

Which is why she's enlisted my aid.

It means a lot that she felt she could come to me

for comfort in this...

... given our past dealings.

And what do you get out of it?

Other than sucking on the teat of human kindness.

It saddens me to see you so brittle.

You'd have phoned for simple counselling.

Your visit suggests an agenda.

A request.

Walford withdrew all charitable support

after Gareth's funeral and remains obdurate.

He's damaged my standing with the Archbishop.

Georgia's promised to work on that from within.

Ah. So she's your Trojan horse.

I'm simply suggesting forgiveness,

so that the young folk can find their way

to wherever the heart may lead.

With a nice slice of the pie for God?

There'd be benefits for you.

- How so? - Call it the flow-on effect.

A grateful daughter would prop up your lifestyle.

- Yes? - True.

As for revenge, let them drag the Greeks into the city.

You can attack from within.

What would God think of all this?

As long as the faithful get their due.

Well?

Give me that old time religion.

That will be so exciting!

He's been keen on you for ages.

Why didn't you say something?

- Are you blind? - Clearly!

You're not old.

No, it's just I've never thought of him in that light.

You're a hottie.

- Oh, please. - And he's a fox.

You guys will have a great night.

Don't let the rest of it get in the way.

Unless you accepted out of sympathy.

- Did you? - Not entirely.

It's his timing that's suspect. Is it sympathy?

It might be why he 'fessed up.

But like I said, he's been soppy on you for a long time.

This is one thing

you are allowed to make all about yourself.

- You're sure? - Absolutely.

- Chow's up. - This cellular memory guff.

Everything you need was in those papers.

There was a glancing reference to the notion.

So you're trawling the internet?

Yeah. What do you make of it?

Why do you think it was a glancing reference?

There's not a lot to support it.

But anecdotal evidence.

- Yes. - A lot.

I wouldn't have taken you

for an "I'm adopting aspects of my donor" type.

I'm doing a lot of things I might not have done before.

- I want to know. - You've got the reading.

If this heart is changing me, I want know where it came from.

- It's not changing you. - Who knows? I want to know.

There are strict rules regarding that.

Screw the rules. I want a name.

Not a number, a name.

If someone is changing me from within, I want to know who.

You can't be serious.

Deadly.

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