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I announce the Danny Grey Transplant Foundation.

And ask you all to give generously.

We'll organise a number of interviews

and then we'll discuss the foundation.

Bella won't be available, though,

not for two or three weeks.

What's this nonsense about plastic surgery?

You're part of launching the foundation.

You can't do it black and blue.

I thought you'd like to know.

The surgery?

She pulled out.

Tell Bella "good call".

Let's not get too mixed up with him.

I don't understand your problem.

He's too keen somehow. Like he wants in to our lives.

How about a perfect living death?

Watch him lose everything.

The photos to blow his world apart.

(MIKAEL) Welles is a man of habit.

Keys go in the pocket always.

It'll save me the work of breaking in

without leaving tracks.

You have nothing to fear from me. I wish you well.

And I hope that you can bring out the best in young Bart.

I'll try my best for you too, with the donations.

He has no idea. It went perfectly.

- Have you called Bart? - He's on his way.

And you called me straight after?

This could bring the whole thing down on us.

It's in your phone record.

Now, make another call straightaway from the 'M's.

- Is your mother under M for Mum? - Yes.

Call her and act like you have to talk,

then ring off like you've changed your mind.

- Ms. Konig seemed upset. - Not in the least.

She was most satisfied, in fact.

- I don't know what to do. - What happened?

He's blackmailing me.

Daddy kept an envelope

full of photos of what he made me do

and it went missing,

until today.

I feel trapped.

I didn't know what to do.

How did you get them?

Your father saw his fall as divine retribution.

He wanted absolution, so he surrendered them to me.

And you kept them?

You're marrying into the Walford family.

Our charities are down millions since Phillip stemmed the flow.

You have influence with Bart. Use it to see funding resumed.

- No. - I think yes.

He gave me two choices.

I get Phillip donating again

or I make a one-off donation myself.

From my trust fund. Don't.

He said the photos will end up on news desks if I tell anyone.

I can't do nothing!

Whatever needs to be done, I'll do it myself.

I will not be a victim again.

- I could... - What?

It'd mean telling the whole truth.

What Daddy did.

The fact that there are photos.

And it wouldn't stop with the police.

If you're willing to risk it...

As long as you stand by me.

Of course I will.

Truth it is, then.

I've thought about what we discussed.

- About... - The money.

- I don't see we have a choice. - In...

You have suffered because of Phillip.

In the park near the rectory, Monday.

We can finally settle it.

You're getting somewhat...

Are you free Monday?

Early afternoon, yes.

On the bench next to the tennis courts.

Say... 2:00? It's the best way.

I'll see you then.

He wasn't giving much away.

He was choosing his words.

He was probably worried about exactly this.

How do you report blackmail?

Oh, when the nurse is away, the mice will stray.

I was interested in Bart's Korean deal.

Which I shouldn't have mentioned.

Sly tipple too, I see.

Weekly allowance. 14 units.

Chin chin.

Sit.

Why not?

There are things about this I don't like.

Please don't jump the gun.

Let him outline it fully before you criticise. Preferably don't.

He should've said something.

You can't give him his head

and then blame him for showing independence.

So, you tracked me down. Why?

Sandra asked me to keep an eye on you. You disappeared.

I have my alert monitor. But thank you.

After last night, you are overdoing it.

Who's that...

David Stark. Danny Grey's coach.

Played with his father back in the day.

Is he close to Sophia?

- No idea. Invite him next Sunday. - Why?

Possible PR angle.

Let's order. Lunch?

If you can bother giving a toss, I can shout you a feed.

Delicately put.

Who said I was couth?

In the park near the rectory, Monday.

We can finally settle it.

You're getting somewhat...

Are you free Monday? - Early afternoon, yes.

On the bench next to the tennis courts. Say 2:00?

It's the best way. I'll see you then.

It's blackmail.

What can we do?

You got any other proof?

Isn't that enough?

These replies aren't remotely damning.

He was being cagey.

Are there any independent witnesses

to your earlier conversation,

the one that led to that call?

His housekeeper saw me leave. I was upset.

Could she have heard anything?

Unlikely.

So she's a supportive detail.

Why would Georgia lie?

You're saying a very eminent member of the clergy

is using photos of a sexual nature

taken of you by your father

to blackmail you.

Something that explosive needs strong corroboration before we act.

Why would she make it up?

Why would she risk a scandal like this getting out?

You knew about this before the alleged blackmail?

- What her father did to her? - Yes.

Bart was the first one I could trust with it,

especially after what Welles did when I told him.

You say you were 16 at the time?

Yes.

Your feelings about all of this?

And about Welles allegedly delivering Georgia

back into her father's hands at that time?

I wanted to smash him.

What, you're saying this is some sort of elaborate payback?

It's possible.

Why would we risk the world knowing

Georgia was incestuously molested to get Welles?

Forget the world knowing,

we've got a big enough problem with my father as it is.

Why?

Georgia's the daughter of an old business rival

who blew his brains out.

Dad bankrupted him because of an affair with my mother.

Is that enough?

Gareth Konig was having an affair with your mother?

He was using her to get information on Dad.

Happy families.

You're a judgmental prick.

Come on.

Miss Konig...

Do you know what it's like to be raped by your father

from the age of 13?

To be betrayed by the church when you run to it for help?

And then to be treated as the possible criminal

when you go to the police for help?

What else do I have to do?

Describe what my father did to me in detail,

so you can share it with the boys in the locker room?

Miss Konig.

I apologise.

And you wonder why women don't come forward.

You'd be prepared to wear a wire when you meet him?

Anything.

We need due cause to initiate a search.

So let's get it.

Aren't we brave? Gym after a big night.

I staggered through that class.

It was a big night. A good one.

I looked for you at dinner. You disappeared.

I was there.

Man of mystery.

- Works with some. - It does.

How's Georgia this morning?

I have no idea. She stayed out.

- You've not heard from her? - No.

I... I have to take this. I'm sorry.

Yes?

You've seen the police? You're on schedule?

- Yes. They've... - Not now.

Is Bart there?

Yes.

Right. Just say everything I say, so he can hear.

- What? - Do it.

You've created a situation

and I am saving your skin, possibly mine.

Repeat after me, convincingly,

"I rang then decided I shouldn't bother you.

But maybe you can help".

Say it!

I rang then decided I shouldn't call you.

But maybe you can help.

"Yes, I have a problem.

That's why I called".

Yeah, I've got a problem. That's why I called.

"Because you're a professional".

Because you're a professional.

"I didn't hang up because I don't trust you".

I didn't hang up because I don't trust you. I do.

Okay, come and meet me in the gym now.

Fine. Gym in half an hour. I'm with my boyfriend Bart.

- We'll both come. - Good girl.

Give him my background

and say you panicked after you rang him and called me.

You wanted to ask for my help, but didn't.

Don't balls this up.

Alright. Thanks.

Who was that?

Mikael Stein.

Georgia says you retrieved the briefcase for us.

I did.

That was a year ago. How come I haven't seen you together?

I've come unstuck on jealous boyfriends before.

I choose my moments.

How did you two first get talking?

In that casual gym way you do.

This isn't casual.

- Darling, I told you... - I want to hear it from him.

Mine's a word-of-mouth business. I work the room.

Were you working her?

She knew what I was capable of,

so she asked for my help with the briefcase.

After I hung up from you

I thought I'd ask his advice again.

I'd told her if she ever had more worries...

Then I thought twice.

Something felt wrong in her hanging up, so I called.

I don't know what it's about, but if I can help...

We'll be right, but thanks.

If you change your mind.

Tell him I'm on the level.

Middle section needs work.

We've got time.

Especially now you're not off getting yourself Kardashianed.

Your surgeon must be dark.

This foundation better be worth it.

It's for Danny!

You're still doing it.

The work? Yeah.

A free boob job's the closest you'll ever get to campus cred.

I won't let him pay for it.

Hello... Why not?

There's something weird about him.

He has this way of looking when he thinks Mum won't notice,

like he's trying to figure her out and...

Rich guy with the hots on?

It's not that.

It's...

I don't know. I don't know what it is.

What?

"True friendship comes

when the silence between two people is comfortable".

What card did you lift that off?

I read it somewhere.

What are we now that the hostility's fading?

- Married. - In name.

Where does intimacy lie?

I mean simple affection.

It's just out of the blue, that's all.

No, I understand.

We've spent years hating,

that's not gonna change overnight.

- There was love once. - What happened, happened.

Haven't I suffered enough for that?

I prefer not to think about it.

I don't know who said this.

"The difference between friendship and love

is how much you can hurt each other".

On that basis...

God. We must love each other.

Like my heart, can't rush recovery.

"Thank you, thank you. We love you all.

Drive safely heading home.

Our new album's on sale as you leave".

That'd be good.

- What? - Our own album.

Another reason for surgery.

How do you mean?

Plain was fine in classical music once. Not any more.

- They cast those album covers. - Talent and tits. Too true.

The show's not over now till the slim lady's sung.

'Air in a G String'.

Ha! And Mum wonders why I want to change.

They don't get it.

Come for lunch.

Now?

Why not?

We can soften her up for when I do it.

Sure.

We should get a two-for-one deal.

Boobs for you, pecs for me.

Maybe don't say that.

The more the merrier. See you soon.

Two more for lunch.

Excuse me.

- One of her girlfriends? - Miles.

Oh. Close enough.

David!

The kid who plays duets with her, yeah?

He'd last about a minute on the field.

And your boys would last even less on a concert platform.

It's not all footy.

He's the sensitive type, I get it.

If more men were sensitive, this world might be less of a mess.

They're like a couple of girlfriends.

Men and women can be friends.

- Can they? - We were.

Are.

Always will be, I hope.

- More, I hope. - But still friends.

Maybe that was the trouble with Paul,

his friends were his mates.

I was just his wife.

Don't get cross.

We're not cross, little one. We're just talking.

- Aren't we? - We are.

- Give the boy a chance. - Okay.

Keeping Up with the Walfords.

It's like some twisted reality show. Is that a tautology?

- What's a tuh... tauto... ? - Tautology, sweetie.

Saying the same thing twice in different words.

All reality shows are twisted.

What's twisted?

Warped, abnormal.

You'll get it when you're older.

What's he like? Bella said he was all over you like a rash.

Bella!

He was just showing a lot of interest.

He certainly stuck his nose in to my life.

We should be grateful for what he's doing for Danny.

There's gotta be some angle.

You just have to watch the Real Housewives

to know the rich always have one.

Excuse me.

Finish your lunch.

Me? Say it isn't so.

And you wonder why I don't like his sort.

What sort?

It's all cracks and putdowns. Nothing's serious.

I don't need Carrie copying a smartarse.

It's his way.

What happened last night for Danny was huge. For you too.

And he's belittling it.

There's no need to guess where Bella gets her notions from.

"Why don't you have a boob job, sweetie?"

I'm sure that was all her.

A kid like her doesn't just grab stupid ideas out of the air.

There are probably others at that artsy fartsy joint too

egging her on.

Artsy fartsy?

- You know what I mean. - Yeah, I do.

You know who I blame? Paul and Danny.

Martina, Danny's mates, myself.

Anyone who has ever made Bella feel plain, without meaning to.

It's so complex, now's not the time,

but it is wrong to shift blame to a sweet, insecure boy

who thinks flip humour makes him socially acceptable.

Stay here if you like.

I'm going to enjoy lunch.

I don't want Carrie exposed to that sort of rot.

I won't feel guilty for enjoying his company.

And I won't make him the fall guy for my failings.

Just bloody explain.

I'm too annoyed to right now.

If you want to go, go.

Right.

I blame a world that makes the Bellas and the Miles

feel less valid for who they are.

Maybe they should toughen up.

Carrie, let's go. Quick sticks. Come on. We're off.

Alright, sweetie.

Last night and today, you've pushed the boat out.

You might be right.

Should I call Sandra?

No, no, no. She gets little enough personal time as is.

My pills she's left them by the bed.

- I appreciate the concern. - Of course I'm concerned.

A long way from sitting on the stairs to watch me die.

The most shameful act of my life.

Second-most. Which does prompt thoughts of your worst.

Don't.

It's there, somewhere. Always.

Oh. Scratch that.

Today has been too pleasant.

You're right, deep down.

Always.

But you're right about today too.

A pleasant surprise.

There go my future invitations.

He's not a bad guy, honest.

Mum likes you.

Lunkhead doesn't and guys like him get their own way.

Not with her. If he doesn't know it by now, he should.

- He got a fight on his hands? - If he plays it wrong.

Good.

Requiem for a Jerk.

Bye.

Miles is an acquired taste.

He needs no apology.

David isn't Dad.

That's the closest I've seen him come to it.

Dad would have thrown Miles out.

This was his home.

What if it had been David's?

I won't live that sort of thing over again.

- They're different men. - From a similar mould.

It's been a big 24 hours. No snap decisions.

Promise?

I'll clear up.

And pigs did fly.

Why here?

Easier to be honest.

What's all the fuss about?

They're going to test your story every which way.

They won't want to accept someone as influential as Welles

is a paedophile-enabling blackmailer.

It's a crap-fest they'd rather avoid.

They'll check your phone records before and after your meeting.

"Why did you phone this number after you called your boyfriend?"

You were upset.

"Why did you phone this Mikael Stein?"

Now, if you'd listened to me and called your mother,

you could have said dialling me was a wrong number,

you'd meant to call her,

and she would have confirmed you did

and that you were upset but didn't say why.

But you didn't listen.

You had no explanation for calling me.

Now you do, and Bart can support it.

I didn't think...

And you could have brought the whole thing down.

They'll be looking for any way to break your story.

So... they're staking out the meet?

Yes. And they did ask me to wear a wire.

See, I know how they think, so listen.

Switch this on just as you leave them.

- What does this... - The very last moment.

You screw this up, you screw up the lot.

You impressed Bart.

What can I say?

The start of a beautiful friendship.

- I'll get it.

How you going? Is your mum in?

Yeah, we're just watching a movie.

Do you mind if we talk alone?

- Yeah. - Okay, thanks.

I'll be in my room.

I wouldn't have slept.

Nor would I, probably.

In my world, a man's a man, a woman's a woman.

It's not the thing to say these days,

we're all meant to be the same, but bugger it, we're not.

If you want someone weak

who'll change their attitudes to stay in your good books,

we might as well call it quits, 'cause I'm not him.

But I will give the kid more of a go next time.

If we can't disagree, we shouldn't be.

That's it. Think it over.

I just had to get it off my chest.

Anything else can wait till tomorrow. Except this.

That's been too long coming.

Next move's yours.

- Well? - Uh...

What century is he in?

Yes?

You're back?

For quite some time.

I came, I saw, I tactfully retired.

Ah.

How has it left you?

Confused.

But encouraged.

A gift. You're quite Thomas's favourite.

Oh, he's so lovely. He puts my troubles in perspective.

He's no trouble.

I meant...

I worry for him, but he's never a burden.

Can I ask...

His father?

He insisted on giving Thomas the skateboard that he fell off.

I said he was too young for it.

When guilt gets too much, men like Brian run.

He left?

Six months after the accident.

He couldn't face what he'd caused.

Anything... I can ever do.

You already are.

An original Thomas Jones.

Not many can boast one.

Phillip?

Slowly.

There's a lot to make up, a lot to forgive.

Him-me, not me-him.

There's something you should read.

To understand.

Confessions of a misspent life.

1998.

June 6th.

The night Phillip's father spat out that we'd had sex.

It's woven in to the DNA of our relationship.

Phillip swore he'd never forgive me.

Perhaps this new heart might give him the permission he needs

to move beyond that.

His father?

I had good reason.

That's not an excuse.

Phillip doesn't know why it happened, just that it did.

Why did it?

That's my great secret.

You've risked this much.

It's actually a relief

to find someone I finally trust enough to share this with.

I, er... I am thrown.

Observation, not judgement.

The long and the short of it...

The full story...

Bart's not Phillip's son, he's his half-brother.

_

We weren't conceiving, so we had tests.

They came back fine.

Then Phillip's father James

told me he'd had Phillip's results doctored.

He felt that Phillip would be less of a businessman

for knowing he was sterile, so he wasn't told.

He had equally fixed views on bloodline and inheritance.

Ah.

Whose idea was it?

I knew what he was thinking.

Phillip was desperate for a son, so I made the offer.

- For Phillip. - For love.

With Phillip none the wiser.

Yeah, until one night, years later,

when James lashed back at Phillip in an argument.

He was drunk, really vicious.

"I banged your wife. What do you think about that?"

And Phillip saw in my eyes it was true.

And that was it.

Thank God he said nothing about Bart.

Phillip's been punishing me ever since.

He didn't throw you out.

No, staying was the punishment.

And he's never suspected anything?

No, no. I did everything to make sure he didn't.

You know, I'd robbed him of so much,

I couldn't rob him of his son.

The main story's in '94-'95.

In here?

Phillip could read them. Bart. Locks can be broken.

Phillip prefers surveillance to snooping, and Bart neither.

Maybe they're your silent challenge.

"Here's the truth, if you care enough to look".

Possibly.

Perhaps I've subconsciously mined our lives with them,

ready to blow it apart should fate decree.

Or some such cod-psychology.

So what's their purpose now that you're seeing a future?

Proof of the truth, if I ever need it.

It's not going to be easy

fronting him tomorrow knowing this.

Well, no easier than it's been for me

the last 25 years.

You'll cope?

For you? Yeah.

I'm way beyond the breakfast-in-bed stage.

Whatever highfalutin title's in my new contract,

I'm still nursie.

Social pages?

This meant to shut me up?

And no office tomorrow, respectfully suggested.

Good pic of you.

All tricked out in my glad rags.

You look like the cat that got the cream.

Impressive woman, Sophia Grey.

The daughter's a bit scatty, though. What does she want be?

Some cookie cutter hussy like this one?

- Bart seems keen. - She has a certain fire.

Get on the blower about those invitations.

I want to see how she goes with the Greys on Sunday.

I know I said the next move was yours.

I wasn't sure what it should be, so I'm glad you're here.

I've cracked an invite to this Walford lunch.

- She said she'd called you. - She did.

Phillip must be after the club's help for the foundation.

So given this, us, should I go?

Of course, why wouldn't you?

Well... We're arguing.

I won't apologise for kissing you.

I'm not asking you to.

David, would you like to go?

If you want me to. If we're okay.

I don't see why we shouldn't be.

There are going to be times when we differ.

We're still adjusting to each other. I'm just rusty at it.

- At what? - Romance.

You're doing fine.

Can I explain it from where I stand?

Please.

I spend so much time in the job

telling the lads to treat women right, "Don't cross the line",

it's the big thing these days,

take your cue from the woman.

But there's the other side,

all the stuff you watch in your romantic movies,

the guy grabbing the girl and solving the problem with a pash.

Pash?!

It's confusing. It is!

And extra because I know how things got between you and Paul,

the way he talked over you, wanting the last say,

especially towards the end.

And I'm trying not to go there.

But I have my own opinions

and my own feelings and I have a right to them.

I'm not saying you don't.

I was simply saying there is nothing wrong

with a man being sensitive and witty.

He has his own opinions

and his own feelings

and he has the right to them.

I won't try to change you,

so long as you don't try to change others

who aren't harming you.

Do you understand?

He rubbed me the wrong way.

That's your problem, not his.

Yeah.

Okay. Paul. Let's talk Paul.

So you'll understand why sensitive's an issue for me.

He used to get stuck into Danny for it, as a kid.

I never knew.

It was no-one else's affair.

It's why we nearly divorced.

Feel what you like about sensitivity,

but just don't foist it on others.

And there's no need to back off

or to make mad dashes to compensate.

I'm here.

Just be.

And I'm glad we're going together next Sunday.

- You seen the social page? - Yeah.

The photo of you and Georgia was quite a statement of interest.

Of fact. What's Dad said?

He likes her spunk.

We were both too busy to properly attend to her.

I noticed.

It wasn't a snub. We'll make up for it.

We're having the Greys to lunch at Vista.

Danny Grey's coach too. We've invited Georgia as well.

Right.

I thought you'd be pleased.

Something's happening tomorrow.

I'm not sure if she'll still be welcome.

You'll know soon enough.

Yes?

- Ma'am. - Thank you, Alan.

- Going somewhere? - No.

You have your secrets, I'll have mine.

He didn't ask where we were going?

I'm arranging Sunday's lunch.

Where are we going?

To cauterise the wounds of the past.

Thanks, Alan.

Nobody better try to tell me

you don't have a sense of the dramatic.

Why exactly am I included?

You've no idea what it means

to trust someone enough to bear witness.

Fire purifies.

- Comfortable? - Yes.

- Say a few words. - One, two, three, four, five.

I feel sick.

It'll be worth it.

Try to ignore he's there.

He'll be here soon.

Meet, do the exchange, leave.

Get in, get out. We'll do the rest.

You'll be fine.

On approach.

I'm gonna go.