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I would love to marry you.

Yes! Oh, yes!

What if we convinced Phillip that he had Danny Grey's heart?

Your donor.

Might Phillip Walford have your son's heart?

I do.

How wonderful!

Between us? For now?

Every conversation today somehow ends up back at Danny.

He's why we're here.

But it brings home that he's not.

Fly high, my darling.

Just help her feel attractive.

I'll do my bit.

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

You should come.

See you there, hey?

Mrs. Grey? I've come for your help.

Phillip's against my engagement.

I don't want pity. Just empathy.

And to put in a good word?

We'll do our best.

They are so on side.

I want into Walford world.

Which is why I'll protect her from anything and anyone.

No matter how much effort you put into her,

- she's bad business! - I'm done.

Marry her and you can forget about any of this.

Shove it up your arse!

Would you talk to Bart?

There is such a thing is getting too involved.

Can't you back down?

Alright.

I'd like you to move home. And regarding Georgia...

We were married on our way here.

So I will move back in, thank you.

With my wife.

I call upon the people here present

to witness that I, Bartholomew James Walford,

take you, Georgia Konig, to be my lawful wife.

I call upon the people here present

to witness that I, Georgia Louise Konig

take you, Bartholomew Walford

to be my lawful wedded husband.

You missed a word.

I thought it made it sound too possessive.

Be as possessive as you like. Go on.

Lawful wedded wife.

Much better.

You may continue.

It now gives me great pleasure to pronounce you

husband and wife.

You may kiss your beautiful bride.

You really love me.

You think?

I was ready to give you a go, until this.

- Yeah? What's changed? - He went behind my back!

So it's your ego that's hurt.

- Just let me... - No, no. It's about me.

It's about us, but primarily me, because I'm the unfit wife.

Am I meant to applaud your taking ownership?

See, if I submit your tirade, you'll say I'm too weak for him.

If I fire back, I'm the problem you always predicted.

This way, I have the pleasure

of telling you I don't care what you think.

The deed's done. There's nothing you can do about it.

I can toss him out, bag and baggage.

Not stock options, though. We'll still have those,

and we'll use them to stack the board against you.

- Don't. - No, he should hear it,

- he should heart it. - Stop it, please.

Oh, he gets what he gives.

Not even a hint that you are happy that Bart is.

You're just a nasty old dog snarling over his bone of power.

Paternal power tyrannised me for years,

so don't expect me to take it from you.

I really think we should all take a step back.

- You should get it, if anyone does. - I do.

You're no more happy about this than I am.

We're right back where we were the other day.

This is bad for your heart.

No one talks to me like that!

Looks like she does. It makes me love her even more.

Is she worth throwing it all away for?

Yes.

If I walk out now, I won't be back.

Here we go 'round the mulberry bush.

- Phillip, please! - It's cold out there, boy.

She'll be gone before the frost starts to nip.

I'll start annulment proceedings tomorrow.

You will be compensated. I'll even throw in the memory stick.

That might work against your credibility

in the Welles debacle if the police got hold of it.

The sex tape.

Madam and three boisterous men in a tumble.

Do we really want our son marrying that?!

Why would you want to be married to a man threatening me with it?

If you use it, I'll tell the world

how you used it to blackmail Gareth

and drove him to suicide, that's what happened.

I thought you settled after your last attack. More fool me.

- Come on. - Hey, wait! Wait!

Is it true you did that to Gareth?

After what he did to her, do you care?

You didn't know that then. None of us did.

Where's the memory stick?

Safely tucked away.

I want it. Now.

You're getting off point.

No, the point is our son's wife...

and that's who she is now... made an error of judgment

and you're trying to use it against her

which makes you little better

than all the other men who've abused her.

I'll see you get it.

If I can't bring him round, we'll celebrate privately.

And what magic words did you think would...

This isn't helping anybody. Just go.

First... One thing left to do.

I meant what I said about that memory stick.

Or?

Look, we've had enough ultimatums already.

Ladies and gentlemen, seems it's a day for romance.

The little bastard.

Georgia and I were married on our way here today.

We didn't share earlier

because I was nervous about telling my father...

with good cause, given his reaction.

We won't be joining you for lunch.

We didn't want to leave without saying goodbye.

Jane, anytime you want the scoop,

don't try me at the office, I'll be clearing out my desk.

I hope you enjoy married life as much as we're going to.

And we are going to.

Cool?

Um... we hope we haven't spoiled your afternoon.

I will be a good wife.

I'll make sure you get that memory stick.

Thank you.

What can I say? Every family has its ups and downs.

Sophia, may I?

Are you sure you don't...

No, no, there's no avoiding

the awkwardness of the situation.

A word alone would help.

May I borrow your fiancee?

She's her own woman.

So I've gathered.

Please.

No calls out, Miss Forbes, until you and I have spoken.

Shall we? Clear two spaces.

I won't keep him long.

He's his own man.

Well, I think we could all do with a drink.

I really apologise that

you've been dragged into all this.

I would hate what happened earlier

to be tainted by the poor impression

that fracas must've made.

It's not my place to judge.

Those around you will and you'll be expected to comment.

I'd like to think you might be my champion.

Is my opinion so important?

How could it not be?

When you placed your hand on my heart earlier,

on Danny's heart, the moment was profound.

I hope for you too.

It was.

Then support me, if you can.

Time to eat, I think.

As lovely as this cell has been, I need to move on.

And no more of those.

I get you're not trusting my discretion.

So I have a suggestion.

A place where I can go.

With no outside contact? Where would that be?

Rehab.

One of the strict ones.

No phones, no internet.

It's not like I don't have things to work on.

You want me to believe you couldn't sneak out one phone call?

Georgia made me face things that I'd buried.

I ignored the hell that she was in.

The one Welles damned her to.

So let her damn him right back.

It's the least I owe her.

And if you suddenly feel pity for him?

He's in God's hands now.

Right. I'll trust my instincts.

Betray that, I will kill you.

There he is.

That's the man I know can protect my daughter.

If you harm her, I will kill you.

At least we can say that we've eaten here.

We'll talk soon, yeah.

Are you coming with us?

No... We'll take you.

Sure.

Is that okay?

Of course.

They do say the rich are different.

No argument from me.

Are you okay?

You're not, are you?

No.

When you're ready.

To tell me what you not telling.

I made a promise.

To keep things from the man you're marrying?

A promise is a promise.

Sophia has a transplant therapist.

What if she asks them about the likelihood of him knowing?

Or she tells Bella and she does?

The whole lie comes unstuck.

Well, we'll just have to pray she keeps her counsel.

So, the official stance again?

"Bart Walford, to show faith in the truth

of his fiancee's accusations

against Bishop Welles, married her in a quiet civil ceremony.

No family or friends were present".

And my quote is,

"My son is an adult, and responsible for his own choices.

I support at least his belief in the truth

of his... wife's accusations".

Let them read between those lines.

We have business at home, I believe.

Bart offered this as a way

to shut down Gareth's meeting about corruption.

It was Georgia's idea, apparently.

She offered to do it?

Not averse to kink, that one.

Can you blame her for being sexually confused?

Separate issue from her display of true form.

Do we really want Lady Macbeth in the family?

We have her. If you want Bart...

He won't force me into accepting her.

You were ready to.

Before this.

Well, then, we'll lose him.

And he'll lose the lot. Georgia, everything.

He knows about a battle in the boardroom is bravura bullshit.

- He'll buckle. - And if he doesn't?

Then he can sit at home watching that.

Consoling himself with wifey porn.

Don't try, "Where's the humanity from your new heart?" again.

It's become stale.

Well, at least it's seen you as far as giving me this.

And we have been getting closer.

We have. And I hope this doesn't kill that.

Well, if it does, it does.

You don't want her in the family any more than I do.

I want my son.

And you'll still have him. Just the disinherited version.

Now, if there's nothing else, I have a new will to draft.

Married?

Yeah, I hope you didn't waste time packing.

We were turfed out.

It's nothing we won't solve.

Trust me.

Where's Mummy?

It's a day for surprises.

- Read. - _

Are you alright?

I've been horrible to her.

Like I hate her.

But I love her.

How else could I have forgiven her all these years?

She'll only be gone a few months.

Mummy would've been the one person who was happy for us.

We're happy.

I feel safe with you.

Why don't you go run us a bath?

I need to talk to Mikael.

About how Mummy was.

I'll send him out.

We'll stay for now. You can go.

We don't need you with Rebecca gone.

You've read the social media.

Georgia will need watching if she goes out alone.

I'm not welcome at the office for now. We'll manage.

When news of the wedding...

We're good.

See her, then send her in.

You're being short-sighted.

You're being pushy.

Leave your invoice on the way out.

I just got my marching orders.

Don't worry.

I'm gonna need you.

I'm not cutting you loose.

I've invested in a lot in this.

Bart wants you gone.

Don't worry, I'll go.

But get me back.

Coming in?

I better get home to Carrie.

I'll break the promise, if you insist.

I shouldn't have to.

I wouldn't have promised if it was trivial.

I don't like you keeping secrets for his sort.

You can't judge him on today.

It's a pretty good indicator.

I want to remember today for this.

When I can tell, I will.

I want to remember it for that too.

I love you.

And I love you.

The only thing that might threaten us

is you feeling threatened.

I come here a lot at night.

And just sit.

It's nearly a year since he proposed.

Hard to believe, huh?

I was happy there today.

At the start.

And then there was more and more talk of Danny

and even when there wasn't, he was still present.

That's why we were there,

you know, the Danny Grey Transplant Foundation.

I can't do it, Bella.

Mum and I can carry the load.

Phillip wants all three of us involved.

I can't be involved if I'm not here.

I was going to Europe when I first met Danny.

Maybe I can find the Martina from then by going now.

Pre-WAG Martina.

She became a bit of a cow.

No. That's...

Look how I treated your mum, Bella.

That wasn't me.

Maybe overseas I can figure out who I am without Danny.

If you really have to...

I can't keep coming here.

Touching the grass in the hope I'm touching some grain of him.

What do you think?

Like Bella says, if you gotta go, you gotta go.

Hey.

You've got us. Whatever.

Hello?!

Honeymoon?

I haven't heard him leave.

Stealth of a ninja. He boasts about it.

That's him.

Mm-hm. Thank God.

You should see this.

You really expect us to fall for this?

I'm not that desperate.

A death threat on the doorstep on your way out? "Oh, look!"

So convenient.

Someone must've followed you on your way back.

"Welles is innocent.

I do God's work. Bitch should die".

About your prose...

You've got it. I've done my bit.

Is this for real?

I'd do a lot worse than that

if I wanted to scare you into rehiring me.

Good luck.

Good riddance.

Georgia!

Mikael.

I repeat, is it real?

A bona fide mad Welles supporter.

Should I be worried?

Doofus isn't.

Stick around.

Keep an eye on the place. Bart doesn't have to know.

Start the marriage as you intend to proceed, deceiving hubby?

I'll make it worth your while. Yes or no?

You know me, money talks.

Rest easy.

Well, maybe not rest.

Honeymoon and that.

I'll get you back.

You're lucky he loves you so much

or he'd have seen through you by now.

You need me to make sure he doesn't.

Stay.

Thank you.

She'll be alright.

I think it's a good idea.

Me too.

Well, thanks for the lift. And for coming.

Not your average Sunday get-together.

Ha! That's an understatement.

Alrighty, then. I'll see you at the player's barbie.

I'll pick you up.

I can come with Mum.

I'd like to.

Oh! Uh, sure. What time?

- Two. - Fine.

Er, that would be nice!

I'm looking forward to it.

Me too.

You were so good with Martina.

Nothing anybody wouldn't have done.

Lots wouldn't have.

Guess I'm not lots, then.

No. You're not.

I go and sit there sometimes too. Where he was scattered.

I know.

You should've stayed.

I came back later.

Well next time, stay.

If there's a next time, call.

We can go together.

I will.

This feels good.

What if it wasn't Mikael?

The letter.

Of course it was.

If it's disturbing you, I can...

No. It's not your usual piece of music.

Not my usual sort of mood.

Mine.

Miss Jones?

I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this.

He's in his study writing Bart out of the will.

Does Kate know?

They argued. She spun out. She doesn't know the truth.

So you're the only one who knows it's Danny's heart?

I helped Phillip get around the protocols.

The family's imploding.

If anyone can talk him down, it's you.

Like it or not, the transplant created a bond.

This feels strange.

That something so significant comes down to me.

It's a strange situation.

Please?

What do you make of Georgia?

Does he have cause for concern? I think so.

But it's done.

There's more potential for disaster

in resisting than seeing where it goes.

So I'd be helping him?

You'd be helping us all.

Desperate times.

Desperate measures.

Yes?

Yes.

And tell me to stop, please, if I go too far.

Stop apologising.

Sandra made the right call getting you here.

You understand being let down by a son.

But I didn't reject Danny because of it.

I faced the bad and held onto the good.

Easier, perhaps, with the dead. Bart's alive. As is she.

I see why you're being sceptical.

I was.

After she visited us, I thought, "If she's genuine, that's sweet.

If she's not, watch her".

Can I suggest that approach for you?

If she's genuine, Bart's lucky.

If she's not, he's vulnerable.

Either way, shouldn't you be close?

No. He defied me.

We're the parents.

It's our job to stay strong for them.

So if you were in my shoes?

I'd stay strong.

That's something I'm sure you're capable of.

That's fine, thank you, Alan.

This meant more to me than you can imagine.

Can I ask a favour, then?

Our secret's creating tension between David and me.

I'd rather it stayed as it is.

This is our bond.

Perhaps that's the issue.

We've only just become engaged

and he's sensing a bond between me and another man.

A stronger man might be able to deal with that.

I don't see it as a matter of strength.

That was tactless of me.

If you can assure me that it won't go past we three,

and Sandra, of course.

Tell him.

I guarantee it.

You've earned that much.

Well done.

I'd like you to organise a meeting for me

with the chairman of David Starks football club, ASAP.

That talk we were going to have?

Tomorrow.

The, er, memory stick.

Yes?

I'd like it back in the morning. I want to deliver it myself.

Which means?

Let's see where all this goes.

Good.

What changed your mind?

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

A maxim I forgot in the heat of the moment.

He didn't want me to know she'd been here.

Implications?

Hey.

Hi!

I've got a favour to ask.

I suddenly just needed to sit here.

Anytime.

No, not when your mum's around.

Not after what I did.

Martina, she understands.

I'm not sure I do.

Wanting her to find my body.

Yeah. Well, there is that.

Thank you.

For what?

I needed the smile. It helps put things into perspective.

Danny came to me that night.

He came to me for a while too. In my mind.

I like to think he actually did.

It's what saved me.

Moving on is going to be so hard, Bella.

But I have to.

So... this is...

A goodbye of sorts.

I'll never, ever forget him.

But I have to let go.

And if he was really here that night...

I'll leave you to it.

Do you think it's silly?

No. You want his blessing.

At least to feel that.

You don't find it creepy, the lengths he went to, to meet you?

I get why he'd want to look us over before saying anything.

Setting up this whole foundation though, just to do it?

I don't think it's just for that.

Even if it was, we could make something of it.

Listen, I don't wanna do last night again.

But I don't think you should get too involved.

It's the Danny Grey Transplant Foundation.

It's my son's heart in his chest.

I can trust him.

Your call.

But he'll have me to deal with if you can't.

Call it my wedding present...

it and the show good faith it represents.

We appreciate it.

And you?

It's a start. To earning my respect.

And/or affection.

We'll be coming home after our honeymoon.

Get our rooms ready.

She'll be keeping you on your toes, boy.

You too.

No, ballet is not my thing.

You in tights? Thank God.

Well, happy honeymoon.

Has to have the last word.

Have to work on that.

Won't we?

Hi.

Good. I caught you.

Only just.

Well, it's made my day.

I'm sorry for being a coward and sneaking out.

I'm in way too deep.

If it's any comfort, I'm leaving because I care for you all.

Not because I don't.

_

Come on. One by one. Off you go, Zara.

And Heidi.

Hey, Mum!

Hi. That's it.

This came. I can't stay. It's from the transplant people.

Oh, that could've waited.

Mark dropped by.

We're going out Friday night. It's a date!

Oh, that's wonderful.

It's incredible.

Uh... bye!

I'm late for rehearsal.

We did it.

We did, Mrs. Walford.

I'm doing this for you.

Not just to keep your enemies closer?

Forgiving Bart.

Who else would I do that for?

So his heart's not Danny's?

That's a contact request from whoever was the recipient.

"Your son's heart allows me

to see my children grow to adulthood".

Why would Phillip lie?

Better ask the bastard.

I don't want to lose what we've gained.

You won't.

_

Excuse me.

Hello?