All language subtitles for Fake.2024.S01E08.2160p.WEB.h265-EDITH

Oh, take a hint, Joe Burt.

You need to be realistic
about what's still out there.

♪ Looking for love... ♪

So we already hold the licences

for the initial wind monitoring,

and the measurements so
far are very promising.

You thought I wouldn't be able
to pay for dinner, didn't you?

What did she mean?
Run - like, run away?

Or... Or...

Run... Ha-ha!

Joe, your phone.

So, how'd you go trusting Joe?

Good, I think.

Now when I start worrying,

I just tell myself...

everything's fine.

Are you playing me?

Would you prefer
the downstairs study

or the upstairs?

I want you to write.

To bloom.

I need to be alone.

I need to sit on
my boat for a bit.

But I'm thinking of you.

We're all worried about you.

Call me back.

Anton says you're not
answering your phone.

Why not?

I can see you're
reading my messages.

Birdie, why are you playing
games and not responding?

It's hurtful.

It's hurtful.

..hurtful.

..hurtful.

Oh, I can't watch it.

Oh, it's embarrassing.

The child's unwell.

Leave her be.

Oh...

I really wanted to kiss you.

You're quite madcap, aren't you?

I love you.

We must learn to reawaken
and keep ourselves...

You're quite madcap, aren't you?

Infinite expectation...

I love you.

- Ugh!
- That's enough.

Oh, for God's sake.

I didn't wallow like this
when your father died.

Come on.

You can get over
a man. Come on.

There you go.

I did wonder.

I mean, who turns up at
dinner in a crumpled shirt?

You know, some music
will cheer you up.

♪ I'm a love kitten

♪ Wish I were sittin'

♪ On your lap and
you were holding me

♪ Mm, what a situation
that would be

♪ Love kitten

♪ Looking for love... ♪

Turn it off, Mum. ♪
I'm a love kitty... ♪

I don't remember it being so...

♪ Won't you say I'm pretty? ♪

Seventh floor.

How are you doing?

Is this an investigation yet?

- Will you help me?
- Yeah, of course.

I don't understand any of this.

Yeah. OK - land title searches.

Full name and birth date.

Uh, Joe Roland Burt.

The 2nd of the 5th, 1967.

Do you have an address?
His house on the Yarra?

It's 14 Yarra Boulevard, Kew.

Documents will be
back in an hour.

Why didn't I let you
just do the search?

Hey, don't beat yourself up.

It's the social contract
- we trust people.

Till we can't.

What the fuck has he done to me?

Land title documents are back.

Oh...

The house is in her name.

Of course. Mary.

- Who is she?
- His ex-wife.

Maybe he transferred
it to her for...

business or tax reasons?

Uh, no, it's been in
her name for 20 years.

No sign of Mary.

She has health issues.
Mary's being thrown out.

He called her crazy Mary.

If a guy tells you
his ex is crazy, run.

Here is her phone number.

Call her. See what
you can find out.

- What's this?
- Broken collarbone.

- Mary.
- Mary broke your collarbone?

Yeah, pushed me off a ladder.

Hello, Harry speaking.

Hello?

Oh, hi. Could I please
speak with Mary Walsh?

Mum, it's for you!

Yeah?

Hello, my name's Birdie Bell.

I was hoping to ask
you some questions

about... Joe Burt.

Listen, I'm sorry if
he broke your heart.

We are no longer married. He
doesn't live here anymore.

Please don't call again.

Oh, your millionaire boyfriend

is an undischarged
fucking bankrupt.

- What does that mean?
- He's still in it.

Oh, my God!

How's he getting away with it?

This is insane.

Yeah, the Defender's
a collector's item.

I'm doing some soul searching,

and I've decided not
to go through with...

..use your credit card. I
don't have a credit card.

I refuse to pay the
bloody bank fees.

Joe's been in bankruptcy for
three times longer than normal

for refusing to
work with a trustee.

I'm emailing you a credit list
of everyone he owes money to.

Could you just enjoy
this a little bit less?

Just a bit.

This is someone I
was in love with.

- Is Shirley Burt a relation?
- I don't know.

He's got a criminal
record, Birdie.

What?

In, um, 2017, he went to court.

Represented himself.

Using a false instrument?

What?

Usually a
forgery-related charge.

Something to do with
Eagles Nest Architecture.

Responsible architect listed
as Peter van Rotterdam.

My ex-business partner, Peter.

Stuck with him a bit
too long, unfortunately.

You have to talk to
the business partner.

I have a disgusting
amount of money.

You must be Birdie.

- Hi.
- Eliza Caldwell.

- Are you feeling better?
- Yes, thank you.

Yeah, thanks for
approving my leave.

If you've got a sec, I
would love to chat through

the next issue.

Pitch it.

Pitch this. Expose him.

Peggy... N...

- No.
- It's an amazing story.

No, I'm not going to do that.

Maybe it will help you
understand it all, Birdie.

Virginia really talked you up.

Said I should get you on some
longer-form features articles.

So, what do you
want to write about?

Ah, well, there's a new food
security report from the UN.

Lina Malik has a, um,
new restaurant opening.

Oh, yeah, I follow
her on Insta. Do her.

OK.

Birdie, if you have any other
pitches, my door's always open.

Thank you.

Tessa. Tessa Rain.

Smartest woman I ever met.

You want to know about Joe?

He's a compulsive liar.

We spent 20 years
at Eagles Nest,

and everything was over

before I even knew
there was a problem.

He used a forged document
on a planning application.

He'd hid the mail.

It wasn't until papers were
served to my residential address

after two years that, um...

I discovered that
I'd been found guilty

of professional misconduct.

Joe listed me as
responsible architect.

He was like a brother to me.

I mean, I was best man
at his wedding to Mary.

You know, he said Mary had
mental health problems.

- Mary?
- Episodes.

No.

She was a lovely
woman. Even keel.

Great mother.

He said she broke
his collarbone.

He was obsessed with her.

Mary thought an intruder
was trying to break in

through a window.

She had to push the
ladder off the wall.

She called the police,

found Joe in the garden.

I think you should
file a police report.

What?

No.

What crime is there to report?

At the very least, fraud.

At the other end,

rape by deception.

Oh, Peggy.

Oh, no, no. No, no, no.

I was a very
willing participant.

How can you consent

when he's lied about the most
basic facts of his identity?

He misrepresented himself.

When a person lies to obtain
money, we call it theft.

When someone lies to
enter private property,

- we call it trespass.
- I can't go there.

Sorry.

He misrepresented himself.

In court, when someone
lies to get money...

..when they lie to
enter private property,

we call it trespass.

Should the law afford
less protection

to a person's body...?

..violated you in every way...

- Birdie Bell?
- What?

It's me, Allan.

- What are you doing here?
- Where's Joe?

I don't know.

I need to find him.
I'm in trouble.

Joe's not returning my calls.

I couldn't find his
office upstairs.

He doesn't have an
office upstairs.

My investors are
running out of patience.

I need to know
when the government

is announcing the new red zones.

You confirmed it at our meeting,

at Yakimono - the meeting
Joe arranged for us?

That was the first
time I'd met him.

It was a date.

He said...

He said you had access
to confidential briefs

from the minister's office.

He said not to approach
you directly about it

due to the sensitive
nature of the information.

The writing's on the
wall for coal, right?

Birdie Bell here says the
writing's on the wall.

Right.

Allan, I don't have access to
confidential ministerial briefs.

I'm sorry. I don't know... I...

None of this makes
sense. I can't help you.

Birdie, don't do
anything dangerous, OK?

I'm just down at the local pub
with some of my farm mates.

We've, uh, fixed the fence.

My friend, Billy Bass.

What can I get you?

Uh, I'm... I'm
looking for someone.

He's a regular here?

Well, the fish is.

Never seen the bloke.

Uh, he owns some land,
south of the highway.

Only blockies down
there. Weekenders.

You know, cartons of beer
and weekend shooters,

that sort of thing.

If he told you he was
living down there,

I reckon he's
having you on, darl.

It's more like a shed,
really, but it's mine.

A place to retreat to...

when the pressures of the world
get a little bit too much.

You're the first woman
I've brought out here.

Hope it's not too rough
and ready for you.

Oi! No trespassing!

Didn't you see the sign?

It's more like a shed,
really, but it's mine.

..but it's mine.

My day.

Thanks, babe, for the thought,

but save your pennies.

I'm doing some soul searching

and I've decided not to
go through with Eldorado.

I don't want to go
down the path of ego.

I need to get back to
Walden, and the simple life.

Hi, Birdie. It's Susan.

I'm happy to pass
on Kirsty's number,

but we don't really
speak anymore.

Joe won't let her talk to me,

or any of her other friends.

Good luck!

Hi, you've called Tessa
Rain. Please leave a message.

Tessa, it's Birdie Bell.

I got your message.

I'd love to meet.

I'm trying to understand
my relationship with...

Joe Burt.

I'm thinking about writing
a story, an article.

He talked about you a lot.

Oh, God.

Bleugh.

I met him on an app.

Yeah. Me too.

I went on a few dates
with him, and, um...

then he started talking about

how he was going to
buy a house for me.

He told me that...

you got in the shower, fully
clothed, to embrace him.

No, I just knew
something was off.

My guts just knew.
It was all the lies.

It was a couple of months of
being vaguely interested in him

and three years
beating myself up

for ignoring all the
blazing red flags.

I know.

Yeah, with people like
Joe, it never ends.

There's never any closure.

You just decide to leave.

Oh.

He's still on there, you know?

I almost matched with
him the other day.

You know, he's got to be
this big, grandiose guy.

He gets off on it.

You think it's all about you,
then, one day, you realise

he doesn't care
about you at all.

You're just a prop
in his fantasy play.

You're listed as
the main creditor

to whom Joe owes money.

You'd do anything
for your children.

And... it's not easy for Joe.

He has a hard time.

He lost your house.

You know this, Mum.

No.

Joe is the clever one.

And it was the bank
that lost the payments.

- Mum...
- I know, I know.

The bank says it's a lie.

And that if I see my son Joe,

I'm to tell the
nurses immediately.

Well, I could never do that.

Uh... He told me that
you lived in New Zealand.

Oh.

Oh, how lovely.

I honeymooned there.

I saw a volcano.

I want to go home now.

It's OK, Mum.

Look, please don't use
our names in the article,

for Mum's sake.

Do you know where
he might be living?

Someone saw him
showering at the marina.

And down at the
river near Mum's.

Well, thank you for coming.

It's really helpful.

Have you seen Joe?

Is he happy?

Yeah, I... I thought he was.

I have to confront him,
if I'm going to publish.

- Where are you going?
- I know where he is.

I'll text you when I get home.

Joe?

Can I help you?

Oh, hi. Sorry.

Do you know this
boat? The Blue Loon?

Mm-hm.

I'm looking for
the owner. Um...

He has a red kelpie.
You might have seen him?

This is him.

He's not the owner.

He came to look a
couple of times.

His kids crawled all over it.

Said he'd pay the deposit,
never saw him again.

Right.

Well, if you...

if you do see him again,

would you mind giving me a call,
'cause I'm trying to find him?

Thank you.

You have one new message.

Good morning, Birdie.

I heard whispers you
might be writing about me.

I'm flattered, really.

I always thought my life
would make a good movie.

Anyhoo, Mercy's been
learning some new tricks,

and, uh, spending lots
of time on my boat.

Life's good these days.

Getting fit again. Yep.

Losing the little potbelly,
pumping a little iron.

Mm. Looking at a
few new properties.

Joe?

You know, I heard
such a similar story

from a friend in New York.

Are you ready to publish?

I have all my evidence,
and I've sent it to legal.

And you gave this guy a key?

- Yes.
- Get your locks changed.

Hi, Kirsty.

My name's Birdie Bell.

I'm calling because

there's an article
coming out this weekend.

It's about my experience
with Joe Burt.

Hi, Mary. It's Birdie Bell.

There's an article
coming out this weekend

about Joe.

And I wanted to let you
and your children know

so that it wasn't a shock.

New keys. Locks are all done.

Thanks.

I've read your article. Um...

It's certainly revealing.

It was quite brave, I suppose.

Babe, we've read it. Loved it.

You are amazing,
brilliant, courageous...

Ah, speak later, yeah?

Dear Birdie, you don't know me,

but I wanted to thank
you for your article.

Your story is my story.

My Joe moved fast. He
told me he loved me.

He'll say anything to get...

- tells me it's MY fault...
- Lies...

..he made me feel
like I was crazy...

- My Joe just vanished...
- ..then he tells me...

My Joe...

Dear Birdie,

I read your article
this morning.

I must admit I was not aware

of just how obsessed
you are with me.

A few corrections, if I may.

To be clear, I never
said Mary was crazy.

I said she was having
trouble with her medication.

And secondly...

Morning!

Oh, my God, Birdie,
your article!

The traffic has gone bananas.

So many Facebook reshares.

Women, men too - they're
all warning each other.

I got 60 emails this morning.

Phenomenal response, Birdie.

ABC Radio have been in touch

and they want to get you
on the show this morning

to talk about Joe.

Oh, and we'll need a follow-up
for online this afternoon.

No, I...

I did this to be
finished with him.

This is a good thing.

You've tapped into
something big.

Birdie? Birdie, are you OK?

Yeah, I'm OK. I
just need some air.

My Joe made me feel...

My Joe's excuses just
don't make sense...

My Joe has a lot going on.

My Joe turned up right
when I'd given up on...

- My Joe never felt anything.
- He told me he loved me.

- My Joe...
- My Joe...

- My Joe never...
- My Joe...

- My Joe...
- My Joe's...

My Joe is a fake.

We all carry a weight.

Look, it's
interesting. I mean...

How can anyone really know

what someone else
brings to the table?

Hm? How should I
know that, you know,

I should have turned
around and run?

New beginnings.

Eyes.