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Nobody better try and 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.

Well, that's one way of putting it all behind you.

Look to the future.

All except 94/95, they're tucked away safe at home.

That's like keeping the nitro and tossing out the box.

They're Bart's insurance.

In case Phillip ever acts on threats to disinherit.

Phillip can disinherit a son,

but a half-brother can claim his share.

Exactly.

The proof...

his keys to the kingdom.

If the day ever comes and you and Phillip...

Go on.

- Not a fair question. - Yeah, it is.

If the day ever came and Phillip and I found love,

what would I choose?

Losing him again or protecting Bart?

I'd like to think Bart.

- Comfortable? - Yes.

Say a few words.

One, two, three, four, five.

On approach.

Copy that.

What if he talks his way out of it somehow?

That's why we need the recording, so he can't.

Ready?

Interference. Wait.

- What? - I'm not sure.

Miss Konig, Miss Konig!

Stop, interference.

- Should I go? - Wait.

- Should you change it? - There's no time.

Okay, go.

- We'll work on it. - Good luck.

- Well, you must have some idea. - No!

- Mic or receiver? - It shouldn't be either!

It was working fine till she stepped outside.

Okay.

Have you got anything?

No, I've got nothing.

We're losing our chance here.

Come on, come on, come on!

Come on, anything!

Still go without the recording?

- They made the exchange? - Yes.

- You've got it? - Yes.

Bloody hell.

You wanna be the cop in the news that let the rock spider go?

Don't threaten me.

You wanna go on the list of men that have let her down?

Show some balls!

Move.

Bishop Welles.

What's this about?

We need you to answer some questions.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

Hey.

- Did they fix it, the mic? - No.

He refused to give me the photos,

he said he's keeping them to make sure I stay quiet.

The girl just... thrust the money at me.

They've gotta find them, no-one will believe it if they don't!

He won't get out of it.

- If this stupid mic... - Don't!

... had worked! It's useless, why not?

They have to get him!

- They have to! - They will, they will.

That's it.

Good girl.

Jane Forbes, Mrs. Grey.

I spoke on a panel praising you and defending your son.

Thought I knew the face.

I was hoping my defence of Danny might have earned your trust?

I'd love to have a chat with you, if you've got two minutes.

Sure.

Drugs in sport is a hot topic.

I'd love to know Phillip Walford's attitudes,

in light of choosing your son as the face of his foundation.

His gesture deserves better than muckraking.

There won't be any from me.

But questions will be asked.

I hope to control a debate

conducive to hypocritical hysteria.

Why not approach him yourself?

Phillip Walford is not an easy man to reach

and he's not someone you badger.

He seemed very pleasant.

That must mean he wants you on side.

- Good for me. - I...

I'd feel awkward, ringing him out of the blue,

whatever it is.

We are invited for lunch on Sunday.

Mm, I'd prefer sooner.

Ooh, he's napping.

I'll ask him to call you back.

Who?

Sophia Grey.

Here.

Just a tick.

No sign of Bart yet?

Not at work, not answering.

I wanna talk this Korean deal.

Hello!

You have my direct number,

there's no need to go through Sandra.

Oh, I didn't like to bother you.

That's why you have it.

What can I do?

I've been approached by a television journalist,

Jane Forbes.

She's been very fair about Danny in the past.

She's keen to talk to you

about why you chose him for the foundation.

Then she should have called herself.

She seems intimidated by you.

I said not to be.

Did you? Are you?

Uh... not really.

Should I be?

I'm teasing.

You think we can trust her to do the right thing?

Uh, you're probably a better judge of that than me.

This feels odd.

Why?

You're who you are, I'm who I am,

and we're talking like this.

I'm Phillip and you're, if I don't presume, Sophia,

and you can call me anytime.

Tell Ms. Forbes I'll see her at my home

before close of business today.

She can arrange it with my EA.

Thank you, Mr. Walford.

- Phillip. - Phillip.

See you Sunday, then.

Phillip?

Oh, well, he insisted.

You really have got the touch.

I want you there at the interview, in your new role.

Well, I'll make sure she knows no stress in my old role.

No, no, no, let her push.

The best way to use journos

is to have them think they're using you.

- And keep trying Bart. - Yep.

He'll say anything to get out of it.

It's more than just "she says, he says" now.

- Here, take it. - What is this?

- Money. - I'm not sure I...

Look, this will put an end to it, please.

The vision doesn't tell the full story.

And he's a bishop.

And I am...

who I am.

- You're my girlfriend. - True.

But if they knew I was more...

They can dismiss just Georgia Konig.

Your fiancée...

they'd have to think twice.

It would get back to Dad.

If this makes you wanna back out...

- Of course not! - Then prove it.

Let me go in there as the next Mrs. Walford.

Be proud of me.

I am.

Thank you.

We have a problem, Miss Konig.

Yes?

Bishop Welles has an entirely different version to tell.

Of course he does.

He says you came to his home

to express concern he'd lost charitable donations

by humiliating Phillip Walford at your father's funeral.

Why...

would I want to talk to him about that?

Why would it worry me?

Because of your relationship with Mr. Walford's son.

So Welles says you said.

My engagement to Bart.

He just proposed.

It's a sign of how totally he supports me.

Congratulations.

Welles has God behind him.

I have the Walfords.

I know who I'd rather cross.

We're looking for the truth.

Wherever it lies.

My father got away with years of abuse

because of who he was.

Will Welles get away with this...

for the same reason?

You can't blame me for wanting strong support.

And you've got mine.

If you deserve it.

Welles has a very different version

of what happened in the park.

I was puzzled from the start as to the point of the meeting.

To give you money,

to make up for what you'd lost with Walford.

So she hinted.

Your were puzzled but you went?

It was close to home.

You could have just called and asked for clarity.

She's an unusual young woman, I felt...

I'd understand when we met.

It got me out of the house.

I welcome breaks from my desk.

Right.

So, what exactly happened?

I suddenly feel I may require a lawyer.

It's your right.

She gave me the money then started to get agitated.

I can only presume it was so our conversation

would appear as she wished when seen from a distance,

tense.

Fraught.

Here, take it.

I don't see I have a choice.

- What is this? - The money.

- I'm not sure I... - Daddy, you, the Walfords,

it can only stop by you taking it,

then maybe I can live how I want.

- You're not making sense. - Please, give it to me, please.

- Give you what? - You have to!

If I knew what this is about...

The charity we were denied?

You are not responsible for what Phillip Walford did.

It was right I defended your father in eulogy.

You owe me nothing.

I'm worried for you.

I just want to live my life.

Don't use it against me, ever.

Let this put an end to it, please.

I was upset.

He said he was keeping the photos.

They're your evidence when you find them.

The problem is we haven't.

And he denies any knowledge of them.

But you're still looking.

Giving his house the full twice over.

They were there.

He showed them to me.

And that's why you were so upset?

Ask the housekeeper, she saw me.

Are you alright, dear?

Welles has a different version of that too.

She certainly wasn't upset when she left me.

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

Whatever you can manage.

I was bemused

when my housekeeper mentioned it.

So, what? I conned him?

I conned his housekeeper and now I'm conning you too?

Have the footage lipread if you don't believe me.

It's angled so your face is clear, his not.

- So I did that deliberately? - Possibly.

Did you tamper with your mic today?

Of course not.

You destroyed it afterwards.

I was furious.

We had no evidence because of it.

Another interpretation is that you did tamper with it

to be sure your conversation wasn't heard

and you didn't want it inspected.

It failed when I was still with you.

Did you see me do anything?

You'll grab onto whatever helps him, won't you?

You know what's coming if he's charged.

If he's guilty, we'll charge him, whatever the furore.

And we'll charge you if this is some vicious game.

Fiancée or not.

- Found. - The photos?

Under his desk in the study.

They've just arrived.

Now he'll say they were planted.

Were they?

You keep saying you're not on his side.

You are.

We'll be looking for signs of intrusion.

I hope you're treating the criminal

like a criminal too, not just me.

You're both guilty till you're proven innocent.

Which I will be and then you'll get the shitstorm you deserve.

I'm sorry. I'm fighting for the truth here.

I'll be back.

Can I see her?

- Uh, not yet. - She has my full support.

Nice ring.

Photos.

And her phone records.

Interesting.

First things first.

Unless you're prepared to charge my client,

which for your sake, I hope you're not,

you'll let him leave.

Explain these.

What did he say?

What you expected, that they were planted.

These are your phone records. Who's this?

Why?

You left Welles' house, you say upset,

then you called your fella to come and get you.

- Yes. - And then you called this number.

Didn't mention that.

I didn't think it was important.

You were distressed, just been blackmailed, you say.

I'm assuming you didn't just want a chat.

- No. - Why, then? Who is it?

Mikael Stein.

I was going to ask him for protection.

But I didn't.

Bart knows all about it.

The guy is ex-special forces, was a mercenary.

She knows him from the gym.

She was gonna ask his advice, but she changed her mind.

You know this how?

- Didn't she just... - I want your version.

We met up with him, we talked.

He'd been concerned after the call.

He wanted to make sure she was okay. He'll confirm it.

He'll get his chance.

This is insane. She's insane.

- She can't get away with it. - She won't.

She's doing a good job so far.

We got talking at the gym, she'd heard my story.

You spread it round, do you?

What you've done?

Well, someone knows someone who knows someone

who needs protection and I get a gig, security's my business.

You've skated close to the legal edge a few times.

No convictions.

Sorry, what's this about?

Have you got the guy who was blackmailing her?

- Did she mention his name? - Welles.

He's an eminent member of the clergy.

- Hm. - You're not surprised?

What I've seen of religion in places where I've fought, no.

Sounds like you could have a grudge against the church.

Only the hypocrites it shelters.

I like my villains upfront.

Enough of a grudge to conspire to stitch one up?

I just got a phone call,

she hung up and I followed it through, so...

I'm an accomplice?

Bart Walford is too, using that logic.

You gonna heavy him?

There's a lot about this that doesn't add up.

'Cause you don't wanna admit guys like Welles exist.

That's how they've kept on destroying lives for years,

because guys like you believe guys like them.

Instead of the poor bastards they've ruined.

Have the guts to draw a line in the sand.

Mr. Walford.

I'd prefer you didn't stray too far.

How long have you known about all this?

Since she called from his house.

Not just the photos.

The lot.

The father, molestation,

Welles allegedly refusing to believe her,

leaving her father to it.

The whole situation that allowed the photos to exist.

About a month.

You still wanna marry her?

Even more so.

She's a victim here.

Could be scandal.

I don't care. I love her, I believe her.

Totally.

You know their way to fight this will be to ruin you in court?

That sort of thing might have worked once.

So, if I asked you on the stand...

"Why should I believe you and not him?" you'd say...

Why would I concoct a scheme

that guarantees the world knows my father molested me

and sees those photos shown in open court?

What kind of idiot would that make me,

when all I want is for Bart's father to accept me?

This isn't gonna help.

This has gone on far too long.

I couldn't agree more.

We're charging your client.

Hey.

His lawyer will be working the media for all it's worth.

I should get home.

I don't need Mother flipping out in front of them.

Three Dads, six Sandras, two Mums and the office.

He hates it when I go MIA.

He'll be even more pissed off

if he finds out about this on the news.

- Will you drive me? - I can.

Mm, you need to get to him first.

- I'll just drop you. - She needs someone with her.

Look, my advice, she grabs her mum

and goes to ground somewhere away from the press

and any crazies who might come out of the woodwork.

I'm happy to help.

You want me to hire you?

It's gonna be a media frenzy once word's out.

She could even be at risk. Haters gonna hate.

I would feel safer.

Alright.

Thank you.

Check my rates before you get too grateful.

Ready?

- Yeah. - Come on.

Let's hope his new heart kicks in.

Let's hope I'm not kicked out.

Stand your ground, okay?

Mother. Someone might have called about this.

Good luck with her.

I'll settle them somewhere and let you know.

Mummy.

Yeah, well, pop a pill, calm down. I'm on my way.

I'll explain everything when I get there.

Don't talk to anyone until I arrive.

Let's get my idiot mother out of harm's way.

Thank you. You mix a good negroni.

Mm, not just a pretty defibrillator.

Sandra has signed a contract with the foundation.

Oh.

How is your heart, if I may ask?

May I record this?

Yes. I'll tell you when.

Your heart.

There's no sign of rejection, I'm managing light duties.

I'll need you to speak up for the mic.

Yes, when it's on.

My wife will be critiquing your form.

She was a journo when we met.

Part of the UK contingent in '92, I believe?

Covering the Queen's Sydney visit.

I sourced your article on tycoons

and their attitude to a republic.

She came to interview your father and stayed to marry you.

Who could blame her?

You've done your research.

You don't visit Phillip Walford unprepared.

Then you'll know I can be a journo's best friend

or their worst nightmare.

The Danny Grey Foundation means a lot to me.

I've warmed very quickly to the Greys.

What will I be to you, Ms. Forbes? Friend or foe?

Help me understand why you're fine

with a drug-pushing poster boy...

and I'll see Australia is too.

Strong and direct.

Just like you with the old man that first day.

That's when I thought, "I like this one".

You can press "go" now.

Memories.

Come in!

Sorry, I haven't been able to get through this bit

without a mistake yet and I'm nearly there.

Yay! I did it.

Oh.

You said come in.

Yeah, I was expecting Martina.

Good to see you all getting on again.

Yeah, the other night helped.

Good, eh? Great for Danny.

Anything I can do for this foundation thing?

Oh, Mum's not here. I'll let her know.

I came to see you, actually.

Don't look so surprised!

It's usually her.

I just wanted to say... good one cancelling the op.

I read your post. I was one of the likes.

Danny wouldn't want you doing it.

Um...

Well, I...

I might still do it, I'm not sure.

Well, don't. You look... good like you are.

Maybe take a bit better care of yourself,

but you don't need the knife.

It's stupid.

Thank you.

I think.

It was meant as a compliment!

Talk to Marti.

She'd make you over.

Anyway, that's all.

Let you get back to it. Sounded good.

You know, we've got a players' barbie coming up.

You should come.

- I'll let Mum know. - David's bringing her anyway.

I mean you.

See you there, eh?

See ya later!

Bye! Bye!

- See you. - Run, run, run, run.

- Bye, Carrie. - Bye!

I told the Walford mob I'm coming.

- Into the lion's den together. - Oh, you'll like him.

Well, I hope so, after everything he's done for Danny.

I'll call you later.

Bye!

Do your seatbelt up.

- Done? - Yeah.

- How'd it go? - Good.

I didn't make a big deal, just gave her the thumbs up.

Well, anything you can do to help her esteem.

Sophia hates this surgery carry-on.

She's not my type, mate.

Well, I didn't mean that. But she is a nice girl.

Yeah. Nice... four.

Nothing below an eight, eh?

Mate!

Yeah, yeah, don't score women.

But we do. It's not gonna change, mate.

What, you reckon they don't score us?

Just help her feel attractive.

I'll do my bit.

Hey, Marc.

Yeah?

Uh...

There's a lunch with the Walfords on Sunday.

I can take someone. It's for Danny.

You don't have to go, you probably don't wanna go.

Probably got something on.

Forget it. Uh... it's just a thought.

Yeah, sure.

You will?

Send us the details.

I will.

Later.

Yes!

The masses love a hero.

They love a fallen one even more.

One redeemed by a mother facing reality...

pure gold.

They're our poster family.

End of spiel.

I'd like a filmed follow-up, if you're amenable.

I can use this to formulate my questions.

Some might call you pushy.

To your advantage, I promise.

It better be.

Lunch next Sunday.

Sophia Grey and Bella with Martina Budd

and Danny's former coach.

If you bring your crew,

you can film footage to go with any later interview.

Discreet on the day, no questions.

I don't mean to be rude, I'm sorry, but I can't not ask.

Yes?

I can't imagine we'd be chatting like this if you knew.

Out with it. What?

"Are you still there?

Does he know what's happened with his son's fiancée?"

Pack enough for a week for both of you.

- Make it quick. - She'll have questions.

Shut them down. We need her gone before the press arrive.

I know what I'm doing.

Make sure you do.

This is my circus, remember?

Mm.

Nuh-uh.

Stay.

Welles came to me weeks ago with an entirely different

and perfectly good scheme to get his hands on the Walford money.

He was going to use you once you were a part of the family!

He had no intention of blackmailing you.

He had no need! You're lying.

And how was your day, Mummy?

His lawyer called

and they want my testimony regarding that conversation.

And your state of mind.

What did you say?

Well, I said I'd get back.

Is that all?

We can say you're distraught.

That you're disturbed.

That you've never recovered from finding your father's body.

We can plead insanity.

Justifiably, given what you've done.

But I don't want to.

Oh, baby. You have no choice.

I have every choice.

I'll testify for him.

You will shut your vacuous mouth.

You will do exactly as I say.

You are insane.

I have loved you despite everything.

Despite all you let happen.

Don't make me hate you now.

Did his lawyer tell you about the photos?

What photos?

All the porn pics Daddy took of me

that they found in Welles' study.

This is nonsense.

I don't know anything about...

Oh, of course you do.

Maybe not about them, but you knew what was going on.

That's why you had to pretend to the world

that you loved him so much,

because you loathed everything but the lifestyle.

You were too weak to leave.

I saw you that night.

I saw the door open and you look in.

And the look on your face.

And I watched as you shut the door.

I should hate you for what you did,

but you were his victim as much as I was.

He robbed me of my innocence, he robbed you of your decency!

- Stop it! - Maybe it was too much, huh?

Maybe you had to block it out somehow.

Or maybe you were just too weak to do anything about it,

but you let it happen, just like Welles did,

and you are a tragic, pathetic excuse for a human being.

But I came from your womb, so I have to love you.

Don't make me hurt you.

Mm?

Now, I'm going to pack our things

and you're coming with us.

Or I'll tell the world

that you came to the door and you saw your husband,

my father, screwing me

and you left him to it.

- I couldn't... - I'm talking.

You can be Bart Walford's mother-in-law

or you can suffer with Welles.

Your choice.

Mummy.

Mummy, come back.

Mummy, come back.

Aaargh! Stop it!

Daddy, stop!

Mummy, come back, please!

Mummy.

Stop it!

Make it stop.

Please stop it! Stop!

Stop it!

Mummy, come back! Mummy, please.

Stop, stop it!

Please, I love you.

I love...

Who's helpless now?

I wouldn't want to be in your shoes.

Your circus is right.

From now on, you listen.

So...

let's talk the Korean deal.

- Phillip. - What?

This is between him and me.

I have to find all this out from a reporter.

I'd come to tell you.

Too late. So, the Korean deal.

Are you ready to put your future on the line for it?

I've looked it over.

Yes, she told me.

Why are we even talking about it?

I'm making a point about both situations.

Well, would you bet your future on it?

I just told you about Georgia, her father, Welles,

and you're asking me about some deal?

Not just some deal, the one you supposedly slaved over,

the one you see establishing your bonafides as a dealmaker.

I repeat, would you stake

the whole of your business future on it

if I told you it's flawed

and comes with a truckload of trouble?

Of course not, if you are right.

Good, so we've established you're not stupid enough

to ruin your future over a bad investment.

Well, she's an even worse one.

- She's not a deal. - Listen to me.

- I love her! - Shut up!

Okay, Phillip, your heart.

Just let him talk. Calm.

Stay out of it.

You meet this girl.

She drives you wild, makes all your models and starlets

look like the dross they are.

She makes you work for it. She challenges you, she...

... oh, she presses your kink buttons

and you're hard in a way you've never been before.

- Phillip. - Maybe if you hadn't coddled him.

Then she makes a sex tape for you,

to help me bring her father to heal.

No outrage, please.

I never could figure that out. Now it makes sense.

She was spitting in his filthy, incestuous eye.

She was making Daddy jealous.

- And he wasn't using you? - Don't, please.

- Leave her out of it. - Fine.

Georgia. Georgia keeps you on the hook.

Georgia keeps playing you.

Maybe even the confession about Daddy was a ploy.

You know she's utterly unacceptable,

but you feel so sorry for her you get engaged.

You should have been knocking it on the head at that point.

And you hang around long enough

to end up in the middle of a PR dung heap

called "my fiancée just got one of the most respected churchmen

in the country arrested!"

He was blackmailing her!

With dirty pictures taken by her father?

What part of this doesn't scream "abort"?

She's a lousy deal.

Don't bet your future on her!

No matter how much effort you put into her,

she's bad business!

Okay, listen, that's enough.

You've had your usual bullying, bombastic say,

your reversion to the bad old days.

Now it's my turn.

If it's your usual indulgent spouting

whenever you take his side...

Oh, we are back on form, aren't we?

When the future of this family's at stake, you bet!

And you're such a family man?

How is this suddenly about you two?

This is about me, my happiness.

Of course it is.

- Oh... - Don't you dare interrupt me.

- Do you love her? - Yes.

Do you feel that she is the victim

- of what's happened to her? - Yes.

Do you think that Welles was blackmailing her?

Yes!

What will you do if we don't support her?

I'll be there on my own.

Then you're a finer man than he is.

A girl has been abused by her father

and blackmailed by the church

and you equate her to a bad deal?

I call her what she is, damaged goods.

You know, we actually had hope for you.

It shows.

It takes more than a fresh heart to make you human.

- I'm done. - I'm not.

And I mean totally done!

You had to stick your bib in.

Don't you dare blame me.

That's it, run!

- I'm walking. - Typical! Weak!

- Stronger than I've ever been. - Get back in here!

You don't tell me what to do anymore.

Marry her and you can forget about any of this!

Shove it up your arse!

You think she'll want you without this?!

You'll be dead to me!

You couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you?

- Phillip? - Oh.

Phillip!

Phillip. Sandra!