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Previously on Five Bedrooms...

Joseph's not talking about a new career.

- It's just a stopgap. - Exactly.

Joe, you don't have to flick me a pity job just to impress Lizzie.

Yeah, there's an attraction here.

It would be a mistake.

Not only did I make a complete dick of myself with Joseph,

the only person I have slept with - my ex-husband.

You do realise it's 2:30 in the morning?

Your point is?

There have been several accusations of bullying made against you.

- Bullying? - And in response, she blew up and quit the nursing home.

That particularly cute guy is into you,

and I'm into the idea that you might be into him.

If the two of you want to kick on, I live around the corner.

- Hang on. Ah! - Yes!

I'm having a girl too, so...

So you know, it's not like I've forgiven you or anything.

As long as our girls can be close.

- How close? - Sisters.

AINSLEY: I wanted my child to grow up

in a house of equals.

A house of respect, cooperation.

Harry, can you hand me the dooverlackie?

- The allen key? - Yeah, the thingummybob.

- Here. - Oh, she knows.

A house with a fair degree of mess

but a greater degree of heart.

I'm just questioning if this is actually a five-person job.

Maybe I'd be better placed sourcing wine.

It's more about the ritual of it.

I'm just literally holding the instructions.

I'm not even interpreting them. I'm just...holding them.

- Page turn, please. - You're not up to that bit yet.

I'm just trying to include you.

But once I got into my third trimester,

it was hard not to notice some divisions forming.

Harry and Liz were gainfully employed,

dashing home from their full-time jobs...

Oh, no. You're not going already?

Yeah. My Uber's two minutes away.

- Sorry. - Oh, God. I miss you!

I miss you too.

- Coffee tomorrow. - Yes. Yeah, yeah.

- I'll text you, I promise. OK? - OK. Have fun.

..only to head back out again to an equally rich social life.

Then there was Heather and Ben.

Unemployed, close to broke,

they'd asked for extra house duties in lieu of paying bills.

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh! Ains. Give it here.

- I'm already halfway there... - Just let him do his bit.

I'm not super comfortable being waited on.

Well, it's not about your comfort.

- What's it about? - Our pain.

I wasn't sure where I sat on the privilege scale.

Maybe the lower end of the middle?

And I wasn't sure if it was something

I should be worried about.

LACHLAN: Ains!

I've got some pretty exciting news.

Evie is now officially on the waitlist

for St Alena's Ladies' College.

And her sister will be enrolled as well.

They'll be together! And look at the facilities.

Eight sports fields.

Three theatres...

Isn't this all a bit premature?

It would have been nice to be consulted.

No, Mel's really done her homework here, Ains.

She looked up over 50 graduates from St Alena's

versus graduates from public schools.

- Look at this. - (SIGHS) Who is that?

Well, do you think she went to St Alena's or a public school?

- Could be either. - OK, this one.

- Um... - St Alena's.

St Alena's...

And now let's just look up a public school graduate.

Just...just randomly.

- There. - Oh, my God. Is that a mugshot?

One of her better Instagram posts.

Lachlan, I went to a public school.

It was a different world back then, Ains.

My parents educated me privately the whole way.

- It was the making of me. - You just said it was a very different world back then.

Yeah, well, that part's the same.

Look how nice their teeth are.

Do you have a minute?

Yeah. Do you mind if I keep raking?

This wind's gonna stuff me up if I stop.

Yeah, of course.

I was just wondering if you had an opinion

about public versus private schools.

(LAUGHS) Not really qualified to weigh in on that one, Ains.

Well, you do have a child who attends the same school

that I'm considering for my child.

Wow. You're considering schools before she's even born?

Apparently we are, yes.

Well, I had bugger-all to do with it.

Mia's mum chose St Alena's, and...

..truth be told, she pays the lion's share of the fees,

so it's a bit...

- Do you think she's happy there? - Ohh...

Has it had any effect at all, being around all that privilege?

Um... (SIGHS)

I'll tell you what. She's coming over for dinner this week.

So why don't you cut out the middleman

and...hit her up yourself?

AINSLEY: I sensed it might not be the ideal time

to ask the house about wealth and privilege.

But for a decision this big, I needed everyone's opinion...

Sorry. Just...

..no matter how painful they may be.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)

Oh! I can't tell which one of you two is glowing more.

- What is your fucking problem? - Sorry?

You sold me on this whole "Let's make them sisters" bullshit.

That's not gonna happen if yours goes to some dero school and mine goes here.

Mine won't even want to make eye contact with yours

at the train station, and...I'm not gonna make her.

Mel, I'm not saying no. I'm just saying I need more information.

OK? I'm conducting my own independent research.

- We're having Mia over for dinner. - Who?

Ben's daughter. She's a student here.

So, it'll be great to get her two cents.

What the fuck would she know? She's a kid! It's a school!

- Of course she's gonna hate it. - Yeah.

And if there's any concerns with Ben's daughter,

it might not be the school's fault.

I mean, it could be genetic. I'm just saying.

OK, rude and unnecessary.

Look, I'm just not sure

about exposing her to this level of privilege.

That is the whole fucking point.

Good morning. I'm Olivia Shelton-Woods.

Welcome to St Alena's Ladies' College.

- Good morning, Olivia. - Good morning. - Hello.

I'll be guiding you on your tour of our facilities today,

so if you have any questions at any point,

please don't hesitate to ask.

- Lovely. Thank you. - Thank you, Olivia.

We're standing in the Margaret Connor Wing.

Margaret, known as 'Madge', was one of the first two women

employed by the Victoria Police in 1916 -

a trailblazing pioneer

and tireless advocate for women's rights.

Now, if you'd like to follow me,

we'll head on over to the Barclay Commons.

Lovely. Yes. Lead on.

She's impressive, isn't she?

Just be fucking cool!

Do not blow this for me.

HARRY: Sorry. So sorry.

I'm down to my last two minutes. Pat's on reception.

I've lied, inferred a delicate medical situation, so...go.

- What do you want to know? - Every single thing!

Um...uh, how many occasions now?

Two. So, there was, um, once with the DJ

and just this weekend with Jason the political strategist.

Ooh. OK. Let's start with the DJ.

Would we, um...class it as a positive experience?

It was predominantly quite...good. (SIGHS)

Well, I was in the room and I wasn't...in the room,

if that makes any sense.

That's my whole life. Um...

How did...how did it operate logistically?

Uh...hmm. Well, we fooled around, and...

No, I mean, um... So, like, was it one pairing and then another pairing?

Oh! Um...no. It was more all in.

- Yeah. (CHUCKLES) - So, was that challenging?

Like, in terms of... choreography?

The...the awkward part was actually the next morning.

- (PHONE ALARM BLEEPS) - Fuck!

I just have so many questions. Um...

Are...are you OK?

I'm mildly paranoid that people just want to sleep with Xavier

and I'm, like, the price of admission.

Harry, that's...that's ridiculous. OK, look at me.

You are...

..spectacular.

OK? It is a glorious package deal.

I...I don't want to make you uncomfortable,

but I've visualised it, and...and...

..I will do it again, because it delivers.

Whoa, whoa, wait! That wasn't even a minute.

At...at least give me your headlines. How are you?

Uh...um...

Yeah, no, I'm...

..I'm in quite good spirits.

OK, I would say that things are...are complicated,

but also surprisingly simple.

Um... (CHUCKLES)

I've engaged the services of my ex-husband.

In what capacity?

Well, it's not about who did what to whom in what order.

Um, I think the important thing is that...

Are you seriously seeing Stuart again?

Well, not...not seriously. No. God! No.

It's just...a few impulse visits to...to...to his garage.

Actually, four now. But I never stay over.

He's literally servicing me. I have all the power.

I don't even think it's healthy for Stuart.

And you know what? I don't even care.

No, you have to call work and create more medical drama.

You can't just drop a bomb like that and walk away.

And we'll talk about it when we have time.

It's just...I'm fine. Really.

This is a new dynamic for Stuart and I,

and I would say a vastly superior one.

I mean, just think of me as a...

..as a casual user and I can give up whenever I want.

That's what Audrey Hepburn said about smoking.

Ha! She died of colon cancer, not lung.

So...see you tomorrow.

Well, we've already learned something today.

What's that?

Some of our housemates are a little too comfortable

being served by us.

Ains and Xavier - appropriately embarrassed.

Liz and Harry - no shame. Total silver-spooners.

No! Hazza's not a realsilver-spooner.

He just...you know, he looks a bit like one in his work kit.

Get on the next round of top-ups. You'll see.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Hey. Top-up? - Oh, Ben, you don't have to.

No, you've already made the entire meal!

It's alright. It's fine. Take it while you can get it.

- I can pour my own wine. - Just take it.

It's just easier for everyone that way.

Thanks, mate.

- Yeah. Oh, absolutely. - Top-up?

It's all me, but I hasten to add that I'm not inviting commentary

from the broader household at this time.

- HARRY: Interesting. - Hazza? Top-up?

I can't believe you're even dipping your toes back in, after everything.

And I acknowledge your confusion...

Oh, Ben. Sorry, I...I...

It's alright, mate. Finish him off.

But, um, I have the upper hand here.

- (DOOR OPENS) - Oh, here she is!

- G'day, mate! Hey. - Hi, Mia!

Look at you! Mia, this is Xavier.

In the flesh. The man, the myth, the legend.

I've told her all about you, mate, yeah.

We've, uh, been on your Insta together.

- Oh. - BEN: She prefers you clean-shaven,

but I'm all about the stubble, mate.

Oh, my God, Dad!

Well, it's very nice to meet you, Mia.

Your dad's a big fan of Insta, isn't he?

Yeah. Oh, well. You hungry?

So...Mia, I hope you don't mind,

but I'd love to hear about St Alena's.

Oh, yeah. Dad said.

Um...are the teachers OK? Do you like it there?

Yeah. The teachers are really nice.

And?

And...

..it's a really good environment.

Maybe, um, you know, tell 'em

about the facilities and stuff, mate?

Um...well, the chairs are really comfortable.

We have standing desks in some of the classrooms as well.

Mia, you know you can say whatever you want to us.

Yeah, of course, Mia. You...say anything.

Well, some of the girls are kind of...

What?

..are kind of bitches.

- What, really? - They are.

They're all so rich and they go on holidays to Europe and Port Douglas.

I just don't feel like I fit in.

- Oh. - Sorry.

- That's OK. That happens. - I'd be proud.

Sorry, proud?

Yeah! Of not fitting in with the rich kids.

If it's any consolation, Mia, I was a bit of an outsider too,

which was partially because of the rich kids

and partially my love for Les Mis.

(OTHERS LAUGH)

And...and for what it's worth, Mia,

I also went to an all-girls private school, and...

..God, I remember all the power struggles amongst the girls,

but it also gave me this wonderful start in life and...

..you know, some really cherished memories.

You would have been so up yourself.

I was a bit up myself. Yeah.

Do you want my two cents' worth?

I don't know about anyone else, but I am ready for dessert.

Breeding grounds for arseholes.

You send Evie to a private school,

I will not be her godmother.

- Oh, my God! - It's true.

Mia knows what I think. Those little fucking straw hats.

- It's...it's child abuse. - They're so uncomfortable.

I think that's a bit far.

I actually think they're quite fetching.

- I...I love a little boater. - Yes, and...sun-smart.

LIZ: And, you know, at the end of the day,

throw a lot of money at something,

you generally get a better result,

and, Ains, I think that's fine if you want that for Evie.

Thank you all for...

Yeah, so as long as yourchild does well,

I mean, who cares about anything else, right?

Sorry?

I just think that the whole private school system,

it...it hurts other kids.

(LAUGHS) OK.

How exactly?

Well, billions and billions of dollars goes to private schools.

That's taxpayer money. I mean, that should be going to public education.

I think it's a bit more complicated than that.

Plus, they're tribalising kids.

They are teaching children to be elitist arseholes.

Well, frankly, I just think

that the whole system should be abolished.

Let's clear some plates, I think...

Do not get out of your chairs.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hey. Mia's only 13.

- So... - What?

Well, you might want to tone it down a bit.

She's a smart kid, Harry, and this is what I believe.

No, I realise that, but...

- Do you disagree with me? - No!

I hated school with an absolute passion. You know that. But...

..it's just really important for me that you and Liz get along.

Come on. We aregetting along.

I mean, I'm always gonna call out bullshit,

no matter how close I am to the person who's spouting it.

And under normal circumstances, I'd agree with you,

and...and so would Liz, but...

..she's in a bit of a strange place right now.

Her defences are up and she's flaring her nostrils,

and I just think while we're in a group setting,

if you could please just back away.

OK. Fine.

I'll change the subject.

LIZ: The most important thing is

to be open to other people's perspectives, you know,

and really hear them.

Yeah, spot-on, Lizzie.

LIZ: You know, at the end of the day,

the biggest problem - intolerance.

Yeah, or is the real problem...

..not talking about the real problems?

I'm sorry, everyone. I'm sorry, Mia.

Just to be clear, I think you're a total joy and super cool,

and I hope you know this is not a comment on you at all.

I mean, I just... I cannot, in good conscience, support the profound inequality

that is the private school system.

You know, I...I respect a lot of your arguments.

Um, you're...you're passionate and you're idealistic.

I'm probably a bit more...pragmatic.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, but is it pragmatism?

Or is it justifying privilege?

On that note...

..Ben, Heather, thank you so much for a lovely dinner.

The chickpea salad was just delicious.

- You're not gonna have dessert? - Thanks, no.

I think I've had my fill.

(DOOR OPENS AND SLAMS)

Hang on. Didn't Harry go to private school?

Thank you!

- And he didn't bring it up? - No.

Well...he did, but not... not in a helpful way.

He didn't defend me at all.

It was basically Xavier attacking me,

saying that I was privileged.

Me! I mean, the woman who's drinking cask wine out of a...

..a chipped mug in a garage, where I'm about to have sex

on a mattress which is being held up by milk crates.

Are we really about to have sex?

Well, I mean, I'm here.

Well, I mean, to be fair, you were...

..quite privileged.

Oh, you want to get on board the shit-on-Liz train, do you?

- What, you prefer just blind support in silence, do you? - Yes.

Isn't that exactly what you're accusing Harry of?

(PHONE RINGS)

This'll be interesting.

Hello?

(SIGHS) So, that went well. (CHUCKLES)

- Thanks for the backup. - What?

Xavier was totally out of order.

He...he crossed line after line

and you just...you sat there and you said nothing.

What was I supposed to say? You were both making a lot of sense.

Bullshit! I was making sense.

He made some very salient points.

He was regurgitating platitudes for the sake of argument.

Come on. My God, he was... he was rude and self-righteous.

Well, so were you!

I was nothing but respectful, and you know it. Thank you.

Are you...

..are you at Stuart's?

That's not...relevant.

What, so you just run to Stuart now?

No, I...drove here, Harry, under the speed limit.

He's your confidant, is he?

Well, you're never around.

If you think you can have

a casual fling with your ex-husband, you're delusional.

I'm...I'm delusional?

You're the one who's having an open relationship

when it clearly makes you uncomfortable.

- At least I'm in control. - I'm in control!

You're having three-ways purely to make Xavier happy.

You were electrified by the threesomes yesterday.

I was trying to give you permission to feel good about it.

Ido feel good about it!

Do you?

Liz, just because you've failed at more relationships than I have

doesn't make you any sort of expert.

This is charming.

Isn't it?

I'm hanging up.

So am I.

AINSLEY: This decision was agonising enough

when I was worried about the cost,

let alone the ethical nightmare.

I could be denying her a world of opportunity

if I didn't send her to a fancy school,

or polluting her with God knows what if I did.

You right, Ains?

(SIGHS) Sorry.

Was I noisy?

Nah, nah, nah. I'm awake.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Just...

..a bit uncomfortable.

Oh.

(AINSLEY SIGHS)

Did you go to a public or a private school?

Uh, kinda...both.

Well, it was a religious school

that did cost a little bit, but...

..not as much as, like, a proper private school.

It was more like a hybrid.

Do you think it was good for you?

Uh...definitely had an effect.

'Cause I do feel pretty hybrid.

In life, you know.

If it was just Evie, I definitely wouldn't.

But if she has to watch her sister

go to some...really...

- (GROANS) - You right?

- What is it? - (GROANS)

- (PANTS) - Ains.

- What can I do? - (GROANS) Get Heather.

OK.

Heather!

- When did it start? - Just now.

OK. Can you describe it?

It's, like, the worst period pain ever, all up in my back.

OK.

(SNIFFS) It's labour, isn't it?

- It's too early. - Listen to me.

It's probably Braxton Hicks. It's very common.

There's nothing to be alarmed about.

OK.

- And if it's not? - Hey. What can I do?

Just help me get her onto the couch.

Alright. You right, Ains?

Hang on. Hang on, hang on, hang on.

She's pretty much cooked, yeah? If this is go time?

27 weeks. A long way from cooked.

(SIGHS) Oh, man.

Hey.

- How are you feeling? - Better, I think.

- Definitely better than before. - Good.

Um, was the pain, was it... was it coming in waves?

Kind of. Why?

Look, it's probably nothing,

but I reckon we should head to the hospital.

- Oh, no. Heath! - Ains!

They're probably just gonna send you straight home.

I just don't to be one of those sooky mums

who goes in when nothing's wrong and all the nurses think...

(MOANS)

You're driving.

- Come on. Up. - You're right. You right?

(SIGHS) Can someone call Lachlan?

- Yeah. Yeah. - No worries. Take your time.

- That's it. - Nice and slow.

- (GROANS) - Nice and slow.

- You right? - Mmm.

It's going straight to voicemail. Not ringing.

- Just send him a text. - No!

Ains, we need to get you to the hospital.

Can someone go to his house? He's on Roderick Street.

Yeah, yeah. You want me to call Lizzie or Hazza?

Just get Lachlan. Bring him to the hospital.

- BEN: Alright. - OK. Nice and slow.

Come on, big breaths. Come on. Big breaths. That's it.

- You're right. You're right. - Good girl.

(PANTS)

Bugger.

It's Roderick. Bugger!

Um...

(RINGING TONE)

RECORDING: Heather Doyle. Leave a message.

- (BEEP) - Heath.

Alright, you're gonna kill me, but...

..look, Ainsley said Roderick Street.

If she said what street number, I can't remember it,

so if you could just text me.

I'm sorry. I know you're probably really busy right now.

Just, uh...text me. Sorry.

Come on, you dickhead.

You fucking idiot.

Work it out. It's...

(SHOUTS) Lachlan!

(DOGS BARK)

Lachlan Best! Lachlan!

MAN: Jesus, mate! It's 1am!

Yeah, I'm sorry, everyone. I just need Lachlan Best!

Lachlan!

Fuck's sake!

- Hey, Mel! - I am 33 weeks pregnant!

I'm really sorry, Mel. I need to speak to Lachlan.

It is a miracle when I fall asleep!

And the first decent sleep I've had in a month just gets shat on

by some prick in stubbie shorts!

- What's going on? - (SIGHS)

WOMAN: Well, it's definitely not Braxton Hicks,

which is obviously not ideal,

but you're responding really well to the nifedipine,

- so, hopefully... - LACHLAN: Ains!

I am so sorry about the phone.

Mel's been having so much trouble sleeping,

so I'm in the habit of putting it on airplane mode at night.

Mel is the other woman Lachlan has also impregnated.

Are you OK?

I gave everyone a bit of a fright, but I think so.

The contractions are easing and the baby's heart rate is very good.

Worst-case scenario, you'll have to really rest up

for the remainder of your pregnancy,

but the way you're responding to treatment,

it's not looking likely.

We'll keep you in for a couple of days, monitoring, doing blood tests,

and then you should be able to go home.

LACHLAN: Thank God.

Do you think...

..is stress a factor at play here?

Because I've been finding meditation really helpful,

and I'd be more than happy to lead a meditation right now.

I thought hewas the father.

No, it's this guy in the dinosaur pyjamas.

(OPENS AND CLOSES DOOR)

- Hey. - Hey.

- Heather rang? - Texted.

What's your latest update?

Just that they stopped the labour, but she needs...

Clothes, toiletries, assorted ladies' items.

She's sending us the same messages.

Will she want make-up and stuff in the hospital?

I don't know. You...you work in hospitals.

Do patients wear make-up?

I don't know. If in doubt, pack it.

Which bits?

OK, you...you go clothes.

OK.

(SIGHS)

Look, given the...circumstances, I propose a ceasefire.

Agreed. (SIGHS)

There's just one thing I need to say.

OK, I've only ever had two failed relationships.

Oh, I was lashing out.

You've only ever been with Pete, and that didn't work out.

I mean, that's a 100% failure rate.

I just took us back there. Sorry.

Withdraw that last statement.

But I'm not a failure, Harry.

No, you're...you're not.

You know, and I hear your concerns about Stuart.

I know you think that I'm going backwards, but I'm not.

I poured years of love into that man for a reason.

So it isserious?

Let's just focus on the task at hand for now.

- Thank God they'rehere. - (LAUGHS)

Col fell asleep four times when I was in labour with Timmy.

It was like having a narcoleptic as a birth partner.

- (LAUGHS) - Seriously.

36-hour labour.

I'm crowning, yelling at him,

"Get yourself a bloody Moccona!"

(LAUGHS)

Five minutes after the birth,

he falls asleep sitting up and he does his neck!

(BOTH LAUGH)

First two months of Timmy's life - "Love, love.

"Can you hold him up at eye level so I can see him?"

(LAUGHS)

Lovely.

So, when's the last time you felt any pain?

Um, not since you gave me whatever you gave me.

Excellent.

- Oh! - Hey. Are you OK?

AINSLEY: I'm so much better.

We've, um, kind of packed a ridiculous amount of stuff.

Oh, yeah, we just decided to bring absolutely everything,

then you can decide what you don't need.

Mmm. I'm not sure I'll need a hair straightener.

Oh, that was my selection. I felt strongly about it.

Thank you.

Uh...OK, there's, uh...there's way too many people in here.

The staff are getting the shits.

We need to clear out and just give 'em some room.

You want a lift home, mate? I could drop you.

Well, obviously, I'm not leaving.

Actually, Lachlan, would you mind going in to work

and letting them know what's happening?

And what about your parents? Should I give them a call?

Let's not panic them just yet.

I'll see you soon.

(SIGHS)

When I first got the message about all this,

I did have the horrifying thought

maybe the brouhaha over dinner might have brought it all on.

No!

Well, uh...um... I'm sorry it got so heated.

And just to be clear, Ains,

wherever you do decide to send Evie to school,

we'll all be right behind you, right, guys?

- Of course. - Yeah, for sure.

Thank you.

HARRY: Heather?

Yeah, look, I-I think I've made it pretty clear

I'm not a huge fan of the private system...

You havemade that clear. Yep.

But we all know I'm gonna love the hell out of that kid

no matter what school she goes to,

even if she is a... stuck-up, entitled, privil...

- Thank you, Heather. - Love her to death.

LIZ: And, you know, in the spirit of conciliation,

I should just acknowledge that I do think

the concern about an atmosphere of privilege

is a...legitimate one.

I really do.

But I would also add

that one of the blessings of the house that she'll grow up in

is that no matter where she goes to school,

she will be exposed to people of...all stripes.

What does that mean?

What stripe am I? The povo stripe?

- No! You're the...you're the... - Go on.

No, you are the salt of the earth.

- Exactly. Thank you. - So I'm mulch, basically?

- BEN: No, that's not... - I'm the manure in the soil.

Don't forget, it's the soil that makes the flowers grow.

And are you the flower in this scenario, Liz?

You're twisting my words, Heather!

HEATHER: Am I? Or am I just quoting you verbatim?

- The wind beneath our wings. - Heather.

Why is it getting slower?

I'll get someone.

(PRESSES BUTTON)

In the second bed.

Hello, Ainsley. I'm Dr Newell.

I'm afraid your baby is experiencing foetal distress.

What does that mean?

It means we need to get you into surgery. Right now.

Can she come with me?

- Of course. Course I'm coming. - Yes. Yes, she can.

- Call Lachlan. - BEN: Yep. No worries.

Ainsley, you may feel a bit of pressure,

a bit of a tingling sensation.

You shouldn't feel any pain at all.

Just take a nice deep breath in for me.

And...that's it. Well done.

That should start to take effect straightaway.

It's too soon.

She's still growing, yeah,

but she's got her lungs and her nervous system.

She's just a little early.

Ainsley, are you feeling any pain?

I'm...I don't think so.

OK.

Mm-hm.

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(ALARM BEEPS)

Maternal BP dropping.

Heavy meconium-stained liquor.

- (AINSLEY BREATHES SHAKILY) - It's OK.

(SIGHS)

Ainsley, we just have to do some work on your daughter.

(GASPS)

Well, is she...

They're working, Ains. Just...just let 'em work.

Oh, come on, baby.

Breathe. One, two, three. Breathe.

One, two, three. Breathe.

(SOBS) Heather!

It's OK. It's OK.

(AINSLEY MOANS)

One, two, three. Breathe.

One, two, three. Breathe.

One, two, three.

- Breathing? - No.

(AINSLEY SOBS)

Ainsley, I'm so sorry.

Can I see her?

Of course.

(GASPS)

I'm so sorry.

- They said they stopped it. - They did stop it.

But then the baby was in distress, and they had...

But she was where she was supposed to be.

She was fine, and they stopped it.

Do you want to just sit down with me for a bit?

- I want to see Ainsley. - And she wants to see you too.

She's in there.

She's with Evie.

And she needs you.

Lachlan, this is probably

the worst thing you'll ever go through.

No-one deserves this.

But you cannot take confusion into that room.

This is real.

It's happening.

It's happened.

And you can't take any need in there with you.

You just have to be there for Ainsley.

I don't know if I'm...

..I might not be strong enough.

Just pretend you are.

Oh, she's beautiful.

(SOBS)

I was worried it was just me.

But she is, isn't she?

(SOBS)

Excuse me. Sorry.

Um, can I just confirm that Ainsley Elling

will go straight to a private room?

(TYPES)

Ainsley Elling. She's just out of theatre.

Yes, we'll find her a room.

Uh, she may just have to stay in recovery for a while.

She will go immediately to a private room.

We're at capacity with rooms right now, but I promise you...

You've got women in single rooms watching telly.

I am more than happy to personally explain the situation

to every one of those women if that's what it takes,

and I will do it.

I will physically move them myself.

I understand your distress, but we do have a system...

Do not tell me about the system. I amthe fucking system.

Excuse me, Trace?

I'll sort it.

Could you see if Mrs Whannell could maybe move into the ward?

Do you want me to stay and keep the pressure on?

Do not get in that woman's way.

She probably hasn't had a decent lunchbreak in over a decade.

Someone needs to tell Des and Cheryl.

Yep. I'll do that.

Someone has to go home, get her room nice, change the sheets.

- Yep. - BEN: What about the nursery?

We're still a good few weeks off finishing it.

You have to let it go.

She can't come home and recover

in the middle of a construction site, Ben.

You have to stop.

(DOOR OPENS)

Uh, I didn't want to say anything in front of Ainsley,

but, um...

..I'm meant to take Mel to an appointment.

Should I...

Do you think I should cancel?

You should do what you need.

Mate, if...if you need anything, um, I'm around.

Right.

They're getting a private room ready for you.

They'll move you there soon.

Can I take Evie with me?

Of course.

Of course you can.

I'll be sleeping in the corridor if you...

..you know, need company or just, uh...

..just anything.

No.

Actually, I need you to do one more thing for me.

Name it.

I need you to look after Lachlan.

He's...

It...

..it hasn't hit him.

I need you to look after him.

Whatever you want.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I don't think I'm up to telling her.

Or the appointment or...

Get yourself in the shower. I'll make some coffee.

I'll get you there.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SHOWER RUNS)

(SIGHS)

I've got coffee.

Lachlan?

Lachlan, if you don't answer me, I'm coming in.

No-one wants that.

Can you hear me?

Oh, fuck's sake.

(SHOWER RUNS)

Next time onFive Bedrooms...

HEATHER: How are you feeling about coming home?

I just want a couch and...

..comfort food and old movies

and just a... a normal day at home.

Apparently, the last thing he said to Ains was,

"Don't worry about the nursery. I'll get it done."

I could lend a hand if that would help.

I don't know what the situation is with the two of you.

I just don't think this is the time or place for it.

I guess Stuart's uniquely qualified in that he's here.

Where's Xavier?

This is Stuart Wendell, uh, my...my ex-husband.

I have been hearing amazing things about you for a decade.

My son speaks very poorly of you.