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Incoming missile!

- Daddy let me come.
- Oh! Good on Daddy.

How I feel's come over time.

Will you marry me?

She panicked and she rang me.

- She did it dressed like that?
- On Danny's bed.

If anything I did
led to this, I'm sorry.

I want you to be sorry.

I wanted you to find my body.

I just came to check on your mum.

Uh, she's not here.
She's, uh... she's out.

No worries, won't stop.

Um, come in.

Tell her I'll drop back tomorrow.

I have to find out a way
to stop being invisible.

I'd like to book an appointment, please.

Yeah, breast augmentation and fillers.

Maybe a rhinoplasty.
Possibly. Possibly more.

I was 13 when it first happened.

You can't say things
like that about your father.

I'm imagining Welles dead.

How about a perfect living death?

Watching him lose everything.

Marry me.

Yes.

Our secret.

'Til they're ready.

The cage is open.

Stay, go, make your choice.

I just want to know whose heart I have

to see what I might
have inherited with it.

I'm not my old self.

I keep making this two-fingered salute

and I keep dreaming about some
woman I've never seen before!

I wanna know where it came from.

There are strict rules regarding that.

Screw the rules, I want a name.

Not a number, a name.

Even more hypocritical, Jane,

when it is known by insiders
to be happening in all sports.

So you're saying all sports

are rife with drugs and alcohol?

I'm saying youth culture is.

If we're going to be
shocked by our sports stars,

let's be shocked by our children.

More parents need
to feel like Sophia Grey.

- Danny Grey's mother.
- Exactly.

I thought she showed a courage

few parents display.

Even in her grief, she
faced her son's shortcomings.

- Do we have that clip?
- We do.

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...

- Leave it on.
- You need the sleep.

I'm not tired.

A week back at the office? You are.

Alright. It's mostly rubbish anyway.

- I'll get your pills.
- Yeah.

My channel surfing seems the dim past.

Another life.

Thanks to another life.

Yes?

Here's one for the diary.

Sandra thinks she knows
what's happening with Phillip,

and it's not cellular memory.

How?

A lad named Danny Grey died
the night Phillip got the call.

It was a one-punch blow to the head.

We have...

A footy player, Phillip's
sudden interest in the game.

He did a two-fingered
salute, same as Phillip.

It was just shown on the television.

Why?

Oh, his death was all over the news.

It was a follow-up panel discussion.

You think Phillip has his heart?

Possibly. Unlikely.

- So not...
- Cellular memory? No.

Danny Grey's mother went
on air to defend him.

It was shown while
Phillip was in recovery.

So there he is full of sleepers,

you're highly suggestible in that state.

The telly is playing

and it's mentioned
that Danny was a donor.

"Healthy, bright-eyed
chap", thinks Phillip,

"that's the heart for me".

The two-fingered salute

is sucked straight
into his subconscious.

The mother too!

She matches Phillip's description
of his dream woman.

You think... ?

He absorbs Danny and her

and he doesn't even
remember seeing them.

Well...

It makes sort of sense.

More than cellular memory.

Have you told Phillip?

Thought I'd test it out on you first.

It's an interesting notion.

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

Why?

It could mean a whole second chance.

Name and pertinent details.

- Your donor.
- _

You're sure?

It's his heart?

My contact knows his way
around the system, yes.

Danny Grey.

Rings a bell.

- Really?
- Get me his full background.

And the family too.

- As soon as I can.
- Sooner.

My EA will help. Who do I pay for this?

Um, he wants anonymity.

I can see it gets to him.

And see he stays schtum. I
don't want my interests known.

He's broken transplant protocol,

he doesn't want anything known either.

You're sure?

- I've no reason to doubt.
- Let's hold off payment.

Until I see what you turn up.

Well?

Hook, line and sinker.

I hope you know what you're doing.

So do I.

You're late. How was rehearsal?

- Fine.
- I've already eaten.

Yours is on the stove.

Oh, I'm not very hungry.

You okay?

What's this?

I've been to see Dr. Nazim,
who did my birthmark.

It's what he can do now. And the cost.

I'd use some of my inheritance from Dad.

I don't understand.

Well, read it.

I don't wanna look like this.

He said he can improve me.

I know it's a lot, but it's my money.

It's for your future.

This is for my future.

This is ridiculous!

It's for three separate procedures.

There's facial reconstruction,
breasts and later, fillers.

It's nonsense! You're
a beautiful young woman.

- No, no, no, you have to say that!
- You are!

I've got a funny nose, wonky
boobs, it's all asymmetrical.

He can fix it.

Absolutely not. No.

I can't believe he's encouraging you.

He just said what he can do.

It's my choice.

You're just about to
start a new study year.

He can squeeze me in for
the nose job straightaway

and then at Easter for the fillers

and then my breasts around midyear.

I won't keep it a secret,

so I can do the first few
weeks of uni in bandages.

Washing's still out.

I have always tried to be a good mother.

- I thought I was.
- You are.

I don't even know my own children.

Danny had a whole other life and you...

Whatever lack of esteem
is making you want this,

I haven't seen it.

I've hidden it.

Like Danny did his stuff.

I thought I was a friend
as much as your mother.

Friends share.

It was bad enough that
I had to feel the pain.

A daughter shouldn't have
to protect her mother.

I must bear some of the blame.

- Please.
- I have to.

- Do I?
- Yes, in a way, yes.

It'll hurt you.

I'm sorry.

It's not a sudden decision.

I've been considering it for ages.

It's been a traumatic month.

You had to clear out Danny's room.

Maybe Danny brought it to a head.

You and David too.

We are both finding ways to move on.

- There is no me and David.
- There might be.

I hope there is.

It just highlights that
there's Bella and no-one.

It goes way back.

Please.

Bullying at school
battered my self-esteem,

but what I'm about
to tell you ruined it.

And it might seem trivial,

but it really reinforced the taunting.

Do you remember my last
concert with the school trio?

At speech day?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

I was so happy, I was so proud.

The birthmark was gone, you'd
bought me that new dress,

and we'd practised for
weeks and it went a dream.

And I was waiting outside
the hall at the end

and you and Dad and Danny all came up

and you told me how good
I'd been, then Dad said it.

What?

What did he say?

You don't even remember.

If it hadn't have made
some sort of sense,

it would have stayed with you.

You had to have agreed
with him on some level.

- I don't know...
- Dad said...

He said with the
biggest grin on his face,

having no idea he was
breaking my heart, he said...

He said, "it's a good
thing you're talented.

None of you'll earn your
money with your looks".

That would have been a joke.

You know how he was, a silly joke.

Nuh.

He had sat there and we
had played brilliantly.

And he thought, "they're
an odd-looking bunch,

the music nerds".

And afterwards, I thought...

I thought, "how could anybody
ever think that I'm pretty,

if even my dad doesn't?"

He didn't mean to hurt you.

He said it and you
didn't pick him up on it.

And then Danny waltzed off
with some stupid comment

about hoping I never want him to
set me up with one of his mates.

And when was the last time
that I had a date, Mum?

You're busy studying.

I'm ugly.

No-one dates ugly.

I want someone to want me.

So I want to change
so that somebody might.

Can you blame me?

- Ready?
- Yes.

Meet Danny Grey and his family.

Good kid from a decent
family gone haywire,

his mother oozing decency
as she defends him,

his sister a talented musician,

and his father cut down in
his prime with a brain tumour,

with Australia's top game
thrown in for good measure.

The Greys are a PR dream.

I need a way into their lives.

- You want to meet them?
- Without causing questions.

I'm curious about where
these changes come from.

I think PR and charity is my cover.

I've got plans for you too.

Should I worry?

Quite the opposite, I promise gratitude.

Cate?

- He wants you.
- I heard.

Danny Grey and family
have been snapped up.

Why the frown?

It feels like we've put a car into gear

and we're possibly not behind the wheel,

- potentially in its path.
- Cate!

He's more than curious.

Good, that's the point.

Let the decency rub off.

What are we unleashing on them?

Whatever it is, we
hold firm to the tale.

I love this.

I love you.

You don't find "loved up" dull?

In a swipe-left, swipe-right world...

Romance is the new kink.

We're ahead of the curve.

It's easier to play potential
daughter-in-law like this.

I have a lot of ground to
make up with your father.

Mm, don't worry.

I'll make sure life's never dull.

I want it impressive.
Let's make a splash.

Other than withdrawing donations
from anyone who's offended you,

you've always left the
Walford Charities to me.

A new heart foundation,
it's obviously personal.

Organise the usual suspects.

I'll give you my guest list tomorrow.

Comprising?

Some high-profile organ
recipients, some donor families.

Stories from both sides of the divide.

I want a couple of
average Joes on the board,

makes it more relatable.

The board of, let me guess,

the Walford Foundation
for transplant research?

- Or some variation thereof.
- When?

This glittering parade of the rich

and their freely-flashed credit cards.

Early next month.

I'll have my energy back by then.

Your very own deb ball.

A coming out for your new heart.

Be as snide as you like, this
will be the star of the night.

There's only one thing
worse than smug Phillip,

that's mysterious Phillip.

If you're not going to
take up my offer to leave,

please be useful.

And these donor families?

We'll ferret some out.

Bart, it's your mother.

Can you get away?

Cate's off.

Bart, I imagine,

wondering where my charitable
impulse is coming from.

Or to the eminent Mr. Lee.

She's got so used to doubting my
motives, suspicion's automatic.

Why not trust her with the truth?

- Tell her what we've found.
- I trust those I can trust.

That's a compliment.

I'll talk about my plans for you later.

There are plans.

Big ones.

Pass this on to your
contact with my gratitude.

Just the shoes.

What's so urgent?

No idea.

Why she hasn't taken him up on
his offer and left's beyond me.

Why didn't she just run away years ago?

Who's hurting who?

Well, he's got line honours there.

You know, they were in
love once apparently.

She skates around what happened.

I think she stayed
for me, to protect me.

He'd never have let me go.

I owe her.

Your explanation sounds
suddenly sentimental.

True.

Later.

Life is officially boring.

When can we move?

_

Thank you.

I've earned this.

Where's the usual disingenuous apology

for spirits before five?

I'm dulling my doubts about
trusting you with this.

You know you can, always. Anything.

Are you aware of the research

that Sandra's been
doing for your father?

Dad's EA mentioned something

about finding the right poster child

for some new foundation.

It's a cover story.

He's researching his donor.

He knows who it is?

He thinks he does.

I have enlisted Sandra in a scheme.

My motives are good, my actions...

Outrageous.

Certainly your father would think so.

So, the salute, the football,
it all comes from him

absorbing that interview
while he was out of it?

That's Sandra's theory, yes.

Why the lie?

It seems like a huge risk.

I've seen glimpses of the
Phillip I used to love.

The transplant's bringing him back.

You know, we get him
focused on the Grey family,

he picks up from them what he
thinks is coming from his heart.

Being around good people
might consolidate the changes.

- You're dead if he finds out.
- I know.

Which is why I was
unsure about telling you.

But you know, I might need your support.

And you know you'd have
every right to be offended

if you found out later.

There is a specific
benefit in it for you.

He'll never approve of Georgia as he is.

But if he softens...

What does Sandra get from it?

- She's supporting me.
- Apart from that?

My gratitude for what she's done,

your father's for what
he thinks she has.

As long as there's a dollar value,

I don't trust noble instincts.

Obviously she'll benefit,
but she's asked for nothing.

Imagine life without a tyrant.

You're right about Georgia.

And I am curious to
see what he used to be.

He was worth loving.

I love the way he makes love to me.

No-one ever has before,
not real lovemaking.

It's wonderfully warm.

But warm's not hot.

So now you get your thrills
by imagining a certain bishop

behind bars contemplating
the ruin of his life?

Yeah, it will happen.

I could blackmail your tight
little arse off, you know.

What, and ruin your fun?

You want me around. I amuse you.

Perceptive.

It was an adrenaline rush, right?

When you guessed I'd killed him.

When I asked you to dive
for the memory stick,

- did you look at it?
- I did.

Full marks for stamina.

So, what's our schedule?

There's an ecumenical conference
in London in five weeks.

His house will be empty.

Hmm, no chance before?

Rush it and you'll ruin it.

We need him and his staff away.

I'll move it forward if a
safe opportunity presents.

God, I'm so turned on right now.

Ah!

I love a reformed whore.

You only get one.

I'm who you don't control.

I think that answers your questions.

I'll call you.

Hi! That's not nice.

What's going on? Carrie?

She tells fibs.

You're not gonna be her new mum.

Are you?

- There you go.
- I don't want to come back.

We'll talk about it at home, okay?

Okay.

- See you tomorrow, sweetheart.
- Ever.

Sorry about that.

I handled it as best I could.

I'll talk her down.

Unless you wanna give
me something to tell her.

No rush, remember?

- Teasing.
- Mm.

Well, half.

Daughters, yours wants a mother
and mine's wishing hers to hell.

- Bella still set on it?
- Yeah.

I can't push too hard.

Still...

Keep trying.

You handle Carrie, I'll handle Bella,

and we'll share over dinner. Tomorrow.

- So romantic.
- Isn't it?

Bella?

"The Walford Foundation
cordially invites

Sophia and Bella Grey to
be their very special guests

to announce the creation of
their transplant research fund.

- Location, Industria".
- _

Oh, my god, wow.

"7th of February..." Blah,
blah, blah, blah, blah.

Industria?

"Very special guests"?

They are so looking
forward to having us there.

They were keen as mustard when I rang.

Why us?

They chose some high-profile
donors and Danny made the cut.

Publicity, I imagine, for the launch.

With his drug thing?

Well they must have factored it in.

You'd think.

Any press could drag it all up again.

Or it might support what
I said in the interview,

the fact he's been chosen
shows that he's being forgiven.

I guess.

Anyway, I can't.

It's the night before
my first operation.

I have to be at the hospital by 7A.M.

and it's nil by mouth from midnight.

- When was this decided?
- Today, actually.

I'm not keeping things from you.

You said you wouldn't rush into it.

A spot opened up.
Otherwise I'd have to wait.

I made my choice. You'll
have to decline for me.

It's for your brother.

Can you please just accept my decision?

I don't want to go alone.

This is not manipulation.

Yeah, I know. Sorry.

- Take David.
- He's not invited.

If it helps, we can leave early

and I will take you to the hospital.

Really?

You're not doing it alone.

Thank you.

I won't pretend to understand,
but if it's what you want...

It is.

I hope it brings what you want.

Almost all acceptances.

- Who declined?
- The two not marked.

Good.

Right.

Enough collective sob stories
to make the donations flow.

See cars are lined up
for the ones I've marked.

Thank you.

Uh, you've circled Martina Budd.

- She declined.
- She'll be there.

She seemed adamant she wouldn't.

Leave it to me.

To you, actually.

Make it task one in your new position.

I have one?

Starting off easy while
you're still seeing to me,

full-time once I'm
back to form. Contract.

You'll head the fund.

It's a generous offer.

The press release will read,

"Sandra Jones nursed me back to life.

She understands transplants

more than any pen-pusher
possibly could".

200,000?

A year, for three years,

a two-way option for another three.

You'll find a new
wardrobe waiting for you

when you get home.

I told you I value loyalty.

You're sure you're not
putting me in out of my depth?

You'll have all the
admin support you need

and your chutzpah to back it up.

No need for gratitude.

Just don't fail me.

I won't.

I am grateful.

Go on, go try your new role on for size.

Oh.

I chose rather well.

I feel like last night's roast
tricked out for a gourmet lunch.

One of the more interesting
reactions I've heard

to looking fabulous.

Nothing I would have thought of wearing.

Now I wish I always had.

It's a long time since I felt girly.

- Well, you've earned it.
- With a side order of guilt.

These are the wages of sin.

It's for his own good.

You must still love him
in some way to do this.

I love the memory of who he was.

Then I hope this works for you.

Thank you.

I'm off on my first official duty.

Good luck!

Let's hope we survive it.

One, two, three.

Yep, keep going.

Move it. Nice, nice, nice.

Keep going, keep going,
keep going. Let's go!

Move it through, move it through. Nice.

Beautiful form. Great.

Keep going.

Great. Knees high,
knees high, knees high.

Beautiful. Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Spot. That's alright.

Keep moving! Good. Knees nice and high.

Does it help with the loss
to know that he helped others?

Sometimes.

Sometimes I hate them.

They got a second chance, he didn't.

And they'll never even know it was him.

That's it. Squish it in.

Ahh.

- I hope they've stopped teasing?
- Yes.

Only ever tell things

if there's really something to tell.

I wish there was.

Sophia, there's someone
at the door for you.

How lovely.

Marc's kept us informed
of your progress.

I'm getting it together.

He said.

He said...

You still weren't ready to talk.

I'll be there at this fundraising thing.

I turned it down at first,
but they came back.

I'm going.

For Danny.

So if we can put our issue
aside for the night...

For him.

Just for the night.

Gives me hope.

No, that's why I'm here.

So it doesn't.

Yes?

- Ah.
- You wanted to see me?

I did.

Who are you bringing to the launch do?

- Going stag.
- Why?

Well, I assumed you want
me focusing on business,

not pandering to a date.

Or is it because you think I'll
disapprove of Georgia Konig?

I've been down for the
count, not out for it.

I've still got eyes.

You've had me followed.

A good catch your age
avoiding the topic of women?

At first I thought, "he's busy
filling my shoes at the office",

but then it went on too long.

Yes, I had you followed.

I just got the report.

And?

Good. No snivelling
please for forgiveness,

it partly makes up for the deception.

I love her.

After the sex tape?

It helped you, you should be grateful.

What sort of trollop does that?

Call her what you
like, she did it for me.

And from hate.

Why did she hate her father so much?

Not for me to say.

- But you know?
- Yes.

- And you're not sharing?
- No.

- But it helps you understand?
- Absolutely.

You know she's got a reputation.

All people can change.

Spots can only ever fade.

She makes life interesting.

Yeah. Possibly too much so.

Alright, call it your reward

for keeping the ship
afloat in my absence.

Invite her to the launch.

Her own invitation, not your plus-one.

There's to be no public
display without my approval.

It's... Better than nothing.

- I'll take her measure.
- Just give her a fair go.

And ask the mad mother,

see if Georgia can keep
her in check for the night.

It'll be a good first test.

This means a lot.

You know she's got
Buckley's of getting the nod

'til I do know why she
betrayed her father?

Like I said, hers to tell.

You care for her.

Not in a white-picket-fence
kind of way, but...

Yes, I love her.

Picket fences are overrated.

Go on, get out.

Thank you.

I said I'd call you.

- We're able to move it up.
- Why?

Friday night, Welles
will be at a charity do.

So will I.

I'll see that he's kept
there as long as possible.

- His housekeeper?
- Should have the night off.

You can abort if not.

Fine. You got everything I need?

The photos to blow his world apart.

For you to shine tomorrow night.

Aww, they're lovely!

They'll go perfectly with my dress.

I took Bella with me.

Your choice, though.

I like to think you're a man of taste.

- You can doubt it?
- Here.

Preview of coming attractions.

I tried to talk her out of the
operation while we were at it.

And?

It's like talking to a wall.

Thank you for trying.

Well?

Fit for high society?

- Just came, ma'am.
- Thank you.

I'm sorry, Mr. Lee.

- She tried.
- It's fine, Tara.

How's it all looking?

Good enough to stop them
droning on about my overdoing it.

- If this is about Cate...
- It isn't.

I am curious.

Things cooling, are they?

No.

She's hardly rushing to use
her get-out-of-jail-free card.

As soon as you're fully recovered,

you won't see her heels for dust.

You joined a long line of high achievers

who couldn't keep it in their pants.

You've lasted longer, that's all.

Thanks for the encouragement.

Best to face facts.

So, the board of the fund,

I assume you received
our invitation to join it?

Under the circumstances, best declined.

Your name has cachet.

I'll come tomorrow night,
for appearance's sake.

Other than that, no.

I thought you could compartmentalise.

Clearly not.

Fine.

The Phillip I first met
never would have suggested

- I join the board.
- No?

He didn't compartmentalise.

Perhaps you are changing.

Or this fund has a special importance.

I've received. I want to give back.

- Simple as that?
- Yes.

My value to it must eclipse
your usual need to despoil.

I wonder why?

I don't need your bullshit.

"Thank you for all you've
done". One for the books.

It's beautiful.

It's the first gown Phillip's
bought me in years.

What?

It highlights a new problem.

I had nothing to lose when
I came up with this plan.

Suddenly, I do.

You think there might
be a way back to him?

At least to civility.

That's all gone if
he sniffs out the lie.

To glimpse a second
chance then lose it...

Trust me, I get it.

Thing is...

Why do you think I hated
so much what he became?

I never stopped loving who he was.

- Well?
- You look so good,

and I'm not just saying that
because I'm your daughter.

- And you...
- Don't!

Well, you do.

I think we'd both do your brother proud.

Yeah. I'm glad you talked me into going.

I do believe that's our driver.

- Oh! I do believe it is.
- Ooh!

- Nice to see you.
- Lily.

Nice to see you.

Ah, Matt. Congratulations on that deal.

Liz, gorgeous as ever.

You make sure you keep
your credit card handy.

I thought you heart transplant types

had to wear a mask or some such?

I am immune-suppressed, but no!

In that case, I'd avoid Deborah Forbes.

She's sniffling.

As distinct from her usual snivelling.

Duly noted.

I'll head Deborah off if she swoops.

Ah, concern.

A semblance thereof.

I think this is who they
refer to as the other half.

It doesn't feel like us.

Let's see. If it's not, we'll slip away.

It's not like we'll be missed.

It's a chance to bury the hatchet.

Preferably not in my head.

I'll do my best.

- Sorry.
- It's amazing.

I beg your pardon.

You need to work on your material.

We should talk.

She's got spunk.

And more.

Excuse me.

- Point of no return.
- Yep.

Mrs. Grey, I'm Phillip Walford.

I'm thrilled you could come.

Congratulations on that Singapore deal.

I'm jealous.

- Hello, lovely to see you.
- Hi.

Liz, looking as gorgeous as ever.

Now, you make sure you keep
that credit card handy.

Whatever change has led
to his choosing my dress again

for the first time in 20 years...

it's the sort of change
that the Greys' influence

might possibly embed.

And where might that lead?

I have Julian. What's wrong with me?

Am I reading too much into the dress?

The dress is beautiful. Thank you.

Mm.

You chose it?

I thought I'd revive the custom.

So, there's conscious sentiment?

Conscious?

- Yes.
- After 20 years, I wasn't sure.

You haven't lost your eye.

Fashion might have changed,
your taste hasn't.

Surprised you noticed.

It was a lovely gesture.

Can't have you letting the side down.

Take the compliment.

It raised thoughts of happier times.

Sophia and Bella Grey are here.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Mrs. Grey? I'm Phillip Walford.

I'm thrilled you could come.

- And you must be Bella?
- Mm-hm.

We've much to discuss, but later.

Come, meet my family.

What are you up to?

What's that all about?

You're meant to be at Welles'
waiting for him to leave.

I'll know he has when he arrives.

Who are those two?

I have no idea.

If you wanna get on Walford's good side,

get on theirs.

They're important to him, trust me.

Well, hello!

From the gym, I think. Mikael?

Fancy seeing you here.

I sailed in on the skirts of a client.

I really should get back to her.

Mm.

- He's gorgeous.
- Behave.

I'd like to get the chance not to.

- I mean with them.
- Ah.

Oh, I'm so sorry, but we'll have
to schmooze the logjam.

The others are over by the dais.

You've all lost loved ones
and given others hope.

Sandra.

Champagne, some rather special
speeches, and a lovely meal.

And someone you know is already here.

Of course.

This way.

- It was lovely to meet you all.
- And you.

- She seemed perfectly nice.
- She did.

If that lot can't get this lot
opening their wallets,

nothing will.

Rafe, you're looking well.

Smooth as silk, if I didn't know.

If the Greys did...

All to get close to them.

Dutch courage, ladies.

We had no idea we've a role to play.

You all do. Introductions.

Are you ready for it?

She promised to at least be polite.

You're screwing with me?

Welles is a man of habit.

He likes overcoats, even in summer.

Keys go in the pocket, always.

It'll save me the work

of breaking in without leaving tracks.

What if they're not still there?

- They will be.
- You should have warned me.

It's fun seeing you off kilter.

This is not a game.

We wait for him to cloak it.

You should be there seeing
if the housekeeper stays.

I go in either way.

Upside, the alarms are
off if she's home.

Balances out having to...

circumnavigate her.

Total ninja.

So, how are you going to "ninja"
your way around him?

That's where you come in.

I see you made it.

I'm surprised I was invited.

God's blessing never goes astray.

I bless this cause while
you block generosity to ours.

I could start the flow again.

So, I'm here to kowtow for crumbs?

- I could just turn around.
- Lose any kudos you might get

from softening my steely resolve?

I dance to your tune on a maybe?

Isn't that what you lot do
every day with God?

I trust he thaws out your heart.

That new one he gave you.

I tell you what...

why don't you get out there
and bang my drum for this

and I might feel benevolent?

And possibly not.

Worth a punt.

Mrs. Walford.

Hello.

What?

I don't notice him leaving.

Why is he here?
Or is it just cat and mouse?

Ooh.

Memories of what I did to him
might be floating around still.

His presence shows an amity.

Should help others not take sides

when considering what to donate.

Well, looks like we're done.

Excuse me.

Perfect conversation starter
for him and Georgia.

- Mutual loathing of Welles.
- What's hers about?

But you do know?

Yes.

They're charmingly simple.

Simple in the nice sense of the word.

- Is that patronising?
- A touch.

The heart lie exists

to place Phillip closer
to gentler souls.

Is it wrong to state
that's what they are?

They seem warm.

- That's better than...
- You've started to prattle.

I know, it's nerves.
There's a lot at stake.

I wanted a moment alone before my speech

to give you time to make a decision.

Ah.

There she is.

Sit, please.

Fine for drinks?

- Yes.
- Good.

So... here you all are.

The women in Danny Grey's life.

I want your approval to immortalise him.

Ready?

I take it back, I'm glad you came.

This is fun.

Ah!

- Are you okay?
- My heel caught.

- Oh.
- There?

Hm.

Is that feeling okay?

It's really sore.

There are doctors here.

Oh, just keep rubbing it.
I don't wanna bother anyone.

It's starting to feel better.

That's it. That's the plan.

Well?

Mm.

Why not others? Why us?

I don't mean to sound ungrateful.

No, you don't. Danny had it all.

Youth, vibrancy, love, family, skill.

But he sold drugs.

- That doesn't worry you?
- You can't let it go, can you?

He did.

He must know.

You did your research, you must.

The public love a hero.

They love a flawed one even more

and they love a family
who'd stand behind one.

I sense a rift between you.
This might help it heal.

It's not your business.

Marti.

If I'm presuming too much, I apologise.

Sandra, perhaps...

What did you say in the park,
when you agreed to come tonight?

I said a lot of things.

You know the one I mean.

I'll be there for him.

Not for anyone else, him.

If you can come tonight for Danny,

despite what you feel for Mrs. Grey...

can't you consider shelving that

to give his death greater purpose?

Please, Marti.

So, you'd like to see him honoured?

- Of course.
- Mrs. Grey?

Only if Martina agrees.

We have wounds to heal and...

there'd be no hope if
I overrode her again.

You'd put that ahead of
your son being celebrated?

I put the living before the dead.

That's what Danny would expect.

Then it seems the choice
is yours, Martina.

Wherever his organs are,
whoever has them...

this will guarantee that his
donation is remembered...

even if the recipients never
know the significance to them.

- Sorry.
- It's alright.

It's brought the loss back.

I am touched by what you've offered,

but I wouldn't force you into agreeing.

You couldn't if you tried.

It's my decision.

It's alright.

I just want my son to be
remembered for the good he did.

And he should be.

Do it.

Thank you.

Thank you.

... something that

the owners of this house might accept.

They had actually lived
in another one of yours,

a lighthouse not far away from here,

which most people would go,
"A lighthouse-themed home?"

Well, the important thing
about that one was the...

Julian, darling.

Making an entrance.

- Late surgery.
- No show without you.

After all you did for Phillip.

I thought you'd chosen wisely.

I decided I was more conspicuous
in my absence than my presence.

You won't get out of
being up there with him.

- I'll try.
- He'll insist.

And then we should talk.

Anything particular?

Outside, afterwards.

He's won, hasn't he?

I don't know why or how, but he has.

Later, please.

What's his hold?

I do love you.

I didn't lie.

He's glad you're here.

Please, we're gathering the troops.

For the cause, not him.

He knows that.

One of the ironies of my life

is that it took nearly dying
to appreciate it.

And it took someone else dying
to allow that to happen.

To my discredit, I took my new
lease of life for granted.

Initially. I'm not proud of that,

but I was too busy recovering
to think, "Why am I here?"

It is thanks to the skills
of a number of people,

including my then
cardiologist, Julian Lee.

Thank you, Julian.

Sadly, my transplant
surgeon is overseas,

or he's saying so.

I wasn't an easy patient.

But then, I'm not an easy man.

I'm here tonight, we all are...

to honour the losses suffered by some

so that others may live fuller lives,

that some like me might live at all.

People like those behind and beside me.

It is to them and those they have lost

that our true gratitude must go.

_

While we are dining tonight,

people will be moving amongst you.

I encourage you all to join
with me in contributing tonight,

and in the future, to ensure that

facilities for research
in all forms of transplantation

will continue as budgets are tightened.

We have come so far,
but we have further to go.

I don't ask you to
contribute to my name.

The picture you see
behind me is temporary.

It should be named for one
who gave, not one who received.

For someone who can represent
all who have given, and will.

Someone with everything to live for.

Whose death gave life and hope.

With the blessing of his mother, Sophia,

his sister, Bella,

and the woman he was to marry, Martina,

I announce the Danny Grey
Transplant Foundation.

And ask you all to give generously.

_

Why would you do that?!

Would you like Ms. Jones to stay?

- No need.
- Wait outside.

That was thoughtless and cruel.

There is an explanation.

His name on the foundation
is wonderful, but...

It was an automatic gesture.
I didn't think.

- You should be in there.
- He ordered me out.

If he says it's Danny's heart...

You go.

Well, I won't be welcome if you're not.

We trawled through
so much online material

to narrow down our choice.

Danny's face leapt out
with its open smile

and that gesture of
goodwill and optimism.

We almost used it as the poster shot,

but others preferred
a more classic pose.

I think, in that moment,

I reverted to what Danny's
life summarised for me.

I...

And then I saw your face.

It was like he was suddenly there.

Maybe if I'd been warned.

Of course.

I regret the moment.

Are we fine?

- Yes.
- Good!

Because we'll be seated
together at dinner.

I hope to be seeing a lot of you.

Ms. Jones will be in touch.

We'll organise a number
of follow-through events

and interviews,

then we'll discuss what ongoing links

you can have to the foundation.

Whatever helps.

Oh, Bella won't be available though,

not for two or three weeks.

Let me know what he says.

Mostly managed.

- You didn't tell her?
- Of course not.

Now, tell them to start the
service, and have Bella join us.

Let's put paid to her silly nonsense.

With respect, is it really your affair?

We need you all.

The sad irony is that the only man

who I've been unfaithful with
who I've actually loved...

came along when the old
Phillip started returning.

And he is.

You heard his speech.
That wasn't just show.

I have sensed change.

I have stayed the course for decades.

Out of fear, cowardice, for Bart.

And for a sliver of hope
that the man I loved

was still in there
somewhere, deep inside.

To leave now would make
futile years even more so.

I can't leave until I know,
perhaps not even then.

And it would be really unfair
to ask you to wait

for who knows how long.

You deserve better than me.

I won't come back in.

I trust your hope's not a mirage.

I trust it's not insanity.

No contact till I say. None.

How would anyone guess?

There'll be questions
once you make your move

and he'll be screaming "innocent".

They'll be looking for
anything suspicious.

- I want to share the high.
- Tough!

Nothing.

Enjoy the private satisfaction
of watching him suffer.

Bella.

Come in.

Sandra.

Ms. Jones can contribute.

Not my idea.

What's this nonsense
about plastic surgery?

Quite a night.

I'm tired.

I did try to stop him.

He just ran with it.

So? What do you think?

- He made some valid points.
- So?

So it's too late to pull out now.

Not if you've changed your mind.

I'm sure they have people
do it on the table.

The cost of that would...

Mr. Walford said he would cover it.

I don't want his money.

- Why does he even care?
- He told you.

You're part of launching the foundation.

You can't do it black and blue.
You'll be like that for weeks.

- Use Mum.
- We want a family face.

It's emotional blackmail.

No-one is forcing you.

He shouldn't have used Danny.

What would Danny want?

I think he'd say don't do it.

How would he know?

None of us do, of course.

The one relevant thing he did say

was don't make major
decisions at times of stress.

I've made my biggest
mistakes when I've ignored that.

Revisit the idea in six months
when you're not grieving.

If you're still keen,
I'll pay for the lot,

and more if you want.

We've only just met him.

This whole taking over thing,
it feels weird.

He's rich. The rich are different.

He's used to getting his own way.

It's up to you.

See you bright and early.

And weird or not,

what he's done for Danny is wonderful.

You can fix yourself up any time.

The launch is now.

I don't see how I make a difference.

You might, not being there.

"She won't support her druggo brother,

she'd rather be off slicing and dicing".

Why is it always me who has to bend?

It's who you are.

- You care.
- I wish I didn't.

No, you don't.

It's the most beautiful thing about you.

Something about him's off.

Bit disconcerting, taking pills
off you looking like that.

Glamour nurse.

Could take off.

How do you feel?

- I made it.
- Just.

- Quiet tomorrow.
- I'll have to.

Admits his frailty! Bravo.

It went well.

It was exciting being part of it.

They're a fine family.

Not without complexities.

Hopefully I've talked
sense into the girl.

She's no beauty, but
she's certainly not a fright.

Sophia's a fine mother.

Seems so.

You won't tell them?

About the heart?

Oh, stop harping.

They're not the moneygrubbing kind.

I thought you might be tempted.

I've seen the best go venal.

I'd need to get to know them a
lot better before risking that.

Wise.

You did well.

Take the day off tomorrow, if I'm fine.

See how you brush up in the morning.

- Hm.
- I'd like that.

Do you have anyone?

Family?

A son.

And my mother.

All this time and you've
never mentioned them.

You never asked.

Ah, thank you.

And?

He'll definitely be
following through with them.

Good.

And no sign he'll overshare.

That sounds like a success.

An early indicator of change,

he actually asked about my family.

Only took him a year.

Right.

Mind you, I can't talk.

- I wasn't having a go at you.
- I know.

I think...

people will share if they wish to.

Do you?

Want to talk about the family?

You've got enough woes of your own.

There are woes?

Joys too.

One big one.

I'll let you get back to it.

I ended things with Julian tonight.

It wasn't fair on him.

Are you okay?

I'd normally share that with Bart.

Not the girl-talk kind, eh?

Not as a rule, no.

If you...

If you ever do wish
to discuss your family, I...

I'd be interested.

We'll see how we go.

- You enjoyed tonight?
- I did.

I know Mum and Dad hardly
spoke, but it was a start.

Oh, they were busy.

Welles has asked to see me tomorrow.

- In private.
- Why?

I'm not sure.

You're not going?

Probably.

You hate the guy.

"Hate" is a bit extreme.

More like "disapprove".

So why go?

Mummy might have mentioned
the engagement.

Would she? Would he even care?

He would if he thought
he could get mileage from it.

Best to shut him down
if that's the case, right?

Should I come?

It might not even be that.

Hey.

Any problem, I'll let you know, okay?

Hi.

My name is Bella Grey,

I'm scheduled for surgery this morning.

Yeah, who do I inform
that I'm cancelling?

_

I thought I'd let you sleep.

- It's...
- Late, I know.

I should be there.

To soak up the champagne.

The hospital?

Weren't happy, there'll be a fee.

I'm doing this because of what
the foundation means for Danny,

not for him.

Thank you.

And I'm still getting the
surgery down the track.

He can pay for the cancellation
fee but not for that.

It's up to you. Come here.

Use this delay to try
and see your own beauty.

It's there.

This is ready.

And I'll post that it's off.

It won't get me very many likes.

Why not?

I got heaps for doing it,

especially for not hiding the fact.

"Heaps" aren't your real friends.

Care what they think,
not these "friends".

I know.

"It wasn't like that in my day".

Well, it wasn't.

You've made me very happy.

Mr. Walford said he'd
breakfast down here.

How is he?

Hail and hearty.

Hm! Sounds like a bad vaudeville duo.

Someone's chipper.

The night couldn't have gone better.

Your help was appreciated.

Well, it's for a good cause.

Anything else, sir?

No, that'll be all, thank you, Dee.

- Bart?
- Stayed out.

With her, I assume.

Your thoughts?

They seem good together.

She's no wilting violet.

She's feisty, I'll give her that.

He'll need someone strong.
I'm not saying it's her.

He's not as weak as you think.

You should see what he's
done with the Korean deal.

He never mentioned that.

Well, he wants to present it
as a fait accompli.

He should have kept me informed.

He's grown with you out of action.

- Give him his head.
- Well, we'll see.

With Georgia too.

She did score points

not thrusting herself on us last night.

So not talking to her was a test?

By default. I was busy.

She did show tact in respecting that.

And Julian, what did he show?

We spoke.

And things have changed.

- Changed by?
- Me.

I see.

And how are you?

It's the right thing.

Oh. I should get this.

Mrs. Grey.

Ah, I hope you don't mind my calling.

- I thought you'd like to know.
- The surgery?

She pulled out.

It's so much you're doing.

I'm pleased. We should meet.

There's a lot to plan.

Uh, I'm happy to. Whenever suits.

Let's ensure the world
doesn't forget your son.

I'll be in touch.

Oh, and tell Bella good call.

Thank you. For everything.

Meds.

And you can take that leave pass.

We'll hit the ground running tomorrow.

We'll have the Greys and
Martina to lunch on Sunday.

We need to know them to spin them.

Here?

I thought possibly Grandview.

Perhaps somewhere less intimidating,

- a more neutral space?
- Your choice.

As long as they're made to feel special.

Georgia Konig too.

We hardly spoke last night.

Let's see how she handles
an average family.

I don't want some
elitist miss in our house.

We don't.

We'll give her a chance.

- That was promising.
- Georgia?

No, the bonding, to the Greys.

Grandview's the old family home, right?

Yeah, it was shut up for a reason.

He must be mellowing
to talk of lunch there.

Mum! Martina liked my post
about cancelling the surgery.

She liked our photo too.
Read her comment.

"At least we're smiling again".

It's a start!

It's like Phillip Walford
waved a magic wand.

Phillip didn't do this any more
than he stopped my surgery.

He had a hand in both.

Let's not get too mixed up with him.

We have to, for the foundation.
I don't understand your problem.

It's just a feeling.

This is so good.

All I feel is gratitude.

He's too keen somehow,
like he wants into our lives.

Alan? The car.

Now.

A party of nine, no more than twelve.

And total privacy. Yep.

And nothing too elaborate.

Thanks.

I've booked Vista.

- I'm assuming you'll be needed.
- I imagine.

I'm off.

I'll help you with all that tomorrow.

What are you up to?

Now?

Nothing that can't wait.

Would you like to meet Thomas?

My son.

And Mum.

Would you like me to?

They've heard so much about you.

It will explain a lot.

Then I'd love to.

There's Mum.

That's Thomas.

I worry about his future.

That's why I'm open
to bending the rules.

- All this time...
- You had enough on your plate.

He's my precious boy.

Come on then, introduce me.

- As Mrs. Walford, Cate?
- Cate, of course.

- You are my employer.
- And your friend.

Hi. Hey!

Hello, darling.

- Hi. I'm Cate.
- Hello there.

- Nice to meet you.
- Sorry, this is my...

- Cate, Mrs. Walford.
- Nice to meet you.

She's... my boss.

Come.

A visitor.

The Konig lass.

I said that you were
writing your sermon,

but she said that she's expected.

Send her in.

At least this time you
made it past the doorstep.

I'm unaware of an appointment.

White lie, she wanted
me to come back later.

We need to talk.

You've nothing to fear from me.

We must share the engagement
with Phillip in our own time.

I'm entirely simpatico.

If anyone knows the perils of
getting offside with him, I do.

It's so unfair the way he
cut off donations from you.

It's a funeral!

You're meant to say
good things of the dead.

It was my implications
about him that rankled,

not my praise of your father.

He did hound Daddy to the grave.

And he managed to justify it.

Take care with Phillip Walford.

I wish you well.

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

I'll be trying.

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

Whatever you can manage.

There were hints of hope last night.

You finish your sermon,
I'll see myself out.

Are you alright, dear?

I'm fine.

I'm just outside his place.

Come, please. I need you.

Come.

Can I get you anything?

Not just now, thank you.

Miss Konig seemed upset.

Not in the least.

Mm, I... I must have misunderstood.

She was most satisfied, in fact.

I said no contact.

He has no idea. It went perfectly.

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

And you called me straight after.

Yes?

You're a stupid bitch.

I...

This could bring the
whole thing down on us.

It's in your phone record.

If anyone does ask, you
pressed the wrong number.

- I don't see...
- That's the problem, you don't.

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

Is your mother under 'M' for 'Mum'?

- Yes.
- Call her,

act like you have to talk,

then ring off like you've
changed your mind.

- Sound upset.
- Why...

Do it!

Now, get off the line
and make it convincing.

I don't know what to do.

Tell me, what is it? What happened?

He's blackmailing me.

Can I see your dress?

Ohh... I'll show you some photos.

Put it on, put it on!

I'm raising a little fashionista.

Up-ah!

Whoa!

In you go.

Drive on.

- You're not going to...
- No.

Drive.