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(GENTLE AMBIENT MUSIC)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

Beautiful day.

Oh, yeah.

Nice weather for chemo.

I'll make you some of the brown
rice green tea in the thermos.

Mm-hm.

I've downloaded some podcasts
onto your phone

in case there's no signal
in there.

Are you sure you don't
want to take the laptop?

No, I'm gonna meditate and read.

Mm-hm. What about snacks?

I make great snacks.

What's happening with the case?

Depositions today.

Ooh, you getting
the dodgy cop in?

Oh, yeah.

- Gonna nail that prick.
- Ha-ha!

Wah. Your day's
so much more fun than mine.

Yeah.

(APPREHENSIVE MUSIC)

(TICKET MACHINE BEEPS)

(APPREHENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(LIFT BELL DINGS)

LIFT: Going up.

(APPREHENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)

Name?

Angela Davis.

Over there to the right,
chair 12.

Great. Thank you.

OK, I'll be here
straight after court.

- Should be done by lunch.
- Mm-hm.

- I'm sorry I can't stay.
- Ohh!

I'll be fine.

- Mm...
- Mm-hm. Mm-hm.

(WHINES COMICALLY)

Oh, my God, not Miss Davis!

Hi, Scarlett.

Scarlett Bautista,
class of 2015.

I...I did my Year 12
English extension essay

on Taylor Swift's
first four albums.

Oh, yes. (CHUCKLES)

Hi, Scarlett.

Miss Davis, wow.

Angie.

I'm so sorry to see you in here.

But don't you worry.

We'll have you back
out front of that classroom

super quick smart.

Oh, no...

Just need to go through
a few things.

- Mm-hm.
- Name?

Uh, Angela Davis.

Date of birth?

15...

Uh, 13 September 1972.

- And how are you feeling today?
- (THERMOMETER BEEPS)

Did you experience any side
effects from the first round?

Uh...

Um, fever, nausea,
balance, teeth or eye issues?

Uh, nausea, and my balance is...

- Yeah, it's a bit off.
- OK.

Well, depending on how
your session settles today,

you might need to come back
for a blood transfusion

if your haemoglobin
is too low by Friday.

You need to do
another blood test then.

Preloaded your steroids
and your anti-nausea,

and I'll give you
some painkillers

and extra anti-nausea tablets
to take home,

and I'll give you the number

for the on-call cancer nurse
over the weekend,

if you have any sign of a fever,

teeth or eye issues, anything
that doesn't feel right.

- Yes, OK.
- OK.

And, um, what time
will I be out of here today?

Oh, well, depending on how
you cope with the drip rate,

no reactions,

I might be able
to speed up the flow

and we could have you
out of here by 4:00.

Any other questions?

Uh, nope.

OK.

(INFUSION PUMP BEEPS)

Alright.

Call if you need anything.

Bathroom's down the corridor,

tea and coffee
in the kitchenette,

sandwich, biscuits too.

(WHISPERS) Good biscuits
always go early.

(CHUCKLES WRYLY)

Ha.

(INFUSION PUMP RATTLES
AND BEEPS INTERMITTENTLY)

WOMAN ON RECORDING:
Breathe deeply and exhale.

(EXHALES STRONGLY)

Now imagine a clear ocean,

sunrays shining
through the surface,

soft, cool water.

VINCE: Hey, Ange...

- Sorry.
- Oh, hi.

Hi, hi.

Bought you this.

- Oh.
- I'll just leave it here.

- Oh, thank you, Vince.
- That's alright.

They looking after you OK
in here? Who's your doctor?

Uh, Dr Bryant.

Dr Brant. Ooh, yum!

- The hot one.
- (VINCE CHUCKLES)

Yeah, yeah, yeah. She's great.

She's great. Best in the biz.

- Yeah.
- And Scarlett, she's cool.

You know, she went to Jubilee.

She said, yep.

Well, you're in good hands.

And if you need anything at all,

I know everybody or know
somebody who does, so ask, OK?

- Oh, thank you, Vince.
- That's alright.

What treatment cycle
they got you on?

Uh, three-week cycles
for, um, a few months,

and then weekly.

Wow.

- How's your family?
- All good.

Actually, Malik
knows Latin names

of, like, a hundred dinosaurs.

Here, I'll get it up for you.

(CHUCKLES) Ah, divine.

Yeah, cute.

Where are you living now?

Um, staying in a share house

with this girl
I'm kind of seeing, actually.

Van.

Oh! Oh, new girlfriend.
That's great.

Nothing official.

Just super casual.

Really casual.

I don't really like
putting labels on it

'cause it's, like, you know...

BOTH: Casual.

- Right.
- Yeah.

She actually works here
in this hospital.

Oh, well, I'm...
I'm very happy for you.

- Thank you.
- Well, um, I'll let you go.

If you need anything,
again, let me know.

- Thanks for coming by, Vince.
- That's OK.

See ya.

WOMAN: Yeah, true, but...

(WOMAN CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

(GENTLE AMBIENT MUSIC)

WOMAN ON RECORDING: And exhale.

(EXHALES)

Now imagine a clear ocean,

sunrays shining through
the surface,

soft, cool water.

You glide as if floating
or flying through the blue.

(AMBIENT MUSIC)

OLY AND BOWIE: Mum.

- Oh, hey, Mum.
- (MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY)

- Hey. Hey!
- Mum, guess what, guess what.

You get to choose
which one of us is gonna stay.

You're only allowed one visitor,
so Bowie should leave

because I'm on my lunchbreak
and he is not very busy.

- I was here first.
- Because you don't have a job.

Why should you always
get your way?

Shh!

I'm not gonna
Sophie's Choice this one.

OLY: Well, then,
how are we gonna decide?

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

One of you has to wait outside.

(QUIRKY MUSIC)

Ha-ha!

Don't!

- She did not sound very sorry.
- No.

Hey, Mum.

How you going? Are you alright?

Oh, my God,
you're not gonna believe it.

Shauna has completely
turned a corner

since the whole Marcus thing.

Wait.

Did I tell you
that they're together?

So now she's on a mission

to get council
to build an on-site creche,

and she's got me doing
the feasibility study,

which is actually
really interesting work.

Would you believe...
(VOICE FADES)

- (AMBIENT MUSIC)
- (TICKING ECHOES)

(IV STAND RATTLES)

(ELECTRONIC BEEPING)

So he says, on the stand, right?

A cop on oath says he has
absolutely no knowledge

of how the lead pipe
and the MDMA

got into her apartment anyway.

ANGIE: Pfft!

But there's three witness
statements saying that was him.

Yeah, of course.
Well, we know he's lying.

- Isn't that enough?
- Nah.

Two-bit crim, sex worker with
mental health issues, meth head.

Oakley will annihilate them.

There's gotta be something
here we can get him on.

Oh, no.

So what happened to the cage
fighter and the ex-girlfriend?

Oh, yeah.

So we found out that 24 hours
after the murder

she's cleared the border
in Thailand.

- In Thailand?
- Mm-hm.

- No!
- Cops lose the trail.

Old mate's had, like, a day
to fabricate the evidence,

frame her, goes to ground,

and the brotherhood
is mobilised,

and suddenly no-one
sees or remembers anything.

- Oh, wow. At least she got out.
- Probably did.

OK, so what am I looking for?

I need a witness statement
of the sex worker

that corroborates
the timing of the murder

with the speeding fine
the cage fighter got on the M8.

And anything else that might
contradict the cop statement.

OK, I'm on it!

But surely there's some
other way to check that,

like CCTV footage or something.

I've got a giant spreadsheet

of the CCTV we've got access to
here somewhere.

- OK, here it is.
- Give me that.

- Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme.
- There you go.

Better you than me.

Ai-yi-yi.

(BEEPING)

(INFUSION PUMP BEEPS)

I'm assuming cremation.

Yeah, obviously.

Who'd get buried?

Well...

Rotting
and being eaten by worms.

Mmm. Slime in a box.

Bleuch.

What are we gonna do
with your ashes, though?

Well, Tim's mate knows a guy

who did
the Hunter S. Thompson thing,

packed into a firework
and exploded over a dog beach.

(LAUGHS)

Well, it could be
a nice touch for you.

Yeah, I might want to squat
in an ugly urn

and haunt the kids'
mantelpiece forever.

(CHUCKLES)

Seriously, though,

you still haven't done
your will.

You haven't done your will.

Ange, think about it, OK?

All your super, all your shares.

The house is still in our name.

I mean, what if you cark it?

The kids need to be
sorted out and, you know...

What if I want to sell?

I could cut them
out of the inheritance.

You wouldn't even know.

- Just cut them out.
- (BOTH LAUGH)

I'm serious, Ange.

My mother did not leave
a valid will.

I lost an entire year
dealing with her bloody probate.

- Edith.
- Edith did.

And I don't think
I can do it again.

No, it's fine.
I've already started my will.

You need to do yours.

Me? Why?

I'm not gonna die.

Fuck, I hate hospitals.

They make me feel so...

Sad.

Horny.

(LAUGHS)

This slow march to death

makes me need to feel a... alive.

I gotta go.

Now, you...

...you're gonna be fine, OK?

Maybe download Tinder
on the way out.

Sure.

No, seriously, I've heard that
there's a really strong market

for middle-aged,
unemployed divorcees!

- Thank you.
- (LAUGHS)

Hi.

He's leaving,
isn't he, your husband?

Oh, Dom.

They all do.

Mine did.

You know, cancer patients

are 10 times more likely
to get divorced

if the patient is a woman.

- Oh.
- (SCOFFS)

Google it.

20 years of beard trimmings
in the basin,

cooking for a self-diagnosed
gluten intolerance...

...and the weird sex stuff.

And he leaves me
when I'm terminally ill.

(LAUGHS BLEAKLY)

- (GENTLE AMBIENT MUSIC)
- (BIRDS CHIRP)

(MUSIC STOPS)

ANGIE: Mm.

Oh, no, I can't.

Everything tastes terrible now.

(SIGHS)

(APPREHENSIVE MUSIC)

(TICKET MACHINE BEEPS)

(APPREHENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)

Hey, there's
my favourite teacher.

How are you feeling today?

- Hi, Scarlett.
- Hi.

Name?

Angela Davis.

Date of birth?

Uh, 13 September 1972.

And how have your symptoms been?
(TYPES)

- Same.
- Any nausea?

- And what about fevers?
- (HIGH-PITCHED TONE)

(MUFFLED VOICE) Teeth OK?

Depending on how this takes,

you might have to
come back in over the weekend

for a blood transfusion.

Yep.
You've already told me that.

You know, I work with a lot of
patients going through this,

and, I mean,
it seems kind of obvious,

but the people who come through
it the best psychologically

focus on finding joy

in the small things
they can still appreciate.

You know, like, life
isn't about surviving the storm.

It's about learning
how to dance in the rain.

- Taylor Swift?
- That's right.

I mean, quoting somebody else,

but Taylor
totally made it her own.

Mm-hm.

Just turn around for me.

- (HEARTBEAT THUDS)
- (CLOCK TICKS)

(PANEL BEEPS)

(INFUSION PUMP
BEEPS INTERMITTENTLY)

OK, they're on for me
nice and tight.

- Thank you. Yeah.
- So they won't go anywhere.

Does she have to be
so fucking peppy?

I mean, look around.

No-one here is having fun.

We are all fucking stuck here,
free-basing poison.

We're dying.

You're not dying.

Oh, feels like I am.

Ooh!

What? What? What have you got?

Oh, didn't you say
you needed CCTV footage

from the fire stairs
on the night of the murder?

Yes.

(TAPS PAGE)

Boronia Gardens, Potts Point,
2.37am, November 16.

Give me that. Give me that.

- Yes.
- Yes!

You're a genius.

- Oh.
- Mm!

I expect a commission for this.

- Oh, fuck, this is great.
- (SIGHS)

This will blow up
Oakley's cross-examination

before it even starts.

- Yay!
- Great work.

- No, no, excuse me.
- Excuse me, we come together.

- Ma'am...
- We visit together.

Ma 'am, there is
a very clear rule.

(BERNARDITA SPEAKS SPANISH)

- This is my cue.
- No.

I'm human.

NURSE: Ma'am, the rule
is very clear.

- Only one visitor at a time.
- This is a stupid rule!

Alright, just this once.

But there's a reason for
the rule, so make it quick.

I'm so sorry.

- ANGIE: Rosa.
- Hey!

- Hello, how are you?
- Good.

No wonder why
the nurse was grumpy, hm?

- ANGIE: Yeah?
- It's horrible in here.

Look at the artwork.

It just looks like
it was made by trained animals.

Yeah, I think it's made
by, um, by kids.

I know they're sick.

But would it kill them
to make an effort

with their hair and make-up?

- Mmm.
- What?

I'm thinking of them.

It would make them feel better.

Shall we go outside?

- Sebastian, yesterday...
- ANGIE: Mm-hm.

...he had five cereal bowls
under the bed.

And the spoons,
they were all mouldy.

It was... Eugh.
It was disgusting.

- (CHUCKLES)
- ROSA: Really.

And what about you, Bernardita?

- Are you well?
- BERNARDITA: Perfecta.

You have cancer two times.

I 82. No cancer.

Hmm.

You look very tired.

(CHUCKLES WRYLY) I am.

Yep.

I'm tired.

Ai, I almost forgot.

Wait.

I brought you a little present.

Mm! Oh, thank you, Rosa.

We don't need to do that.

It's a wig, so you can
have pretty hair like mine.

(LAUGHS)

Uh, thank you.

- ROSA: Open it.
- Now?

ROSA: Yes!

Oh.

Ah, it's really beautiful.

Thank you, Rosa.

You're going to be fine, OK?

- You're going to be alright.
- Yes.

- Are you stalking me?
- Oh, I'm st...

Oh, my God.
You are so, so self-absorbed.

Bowie, I texted Mum to
tell her I'd be here at 2pm.

I texted her to tell her
I'd see her this afternoon.

I have school pick-up
in an hour.

I have my Ps test in an hour.

What's that,
like, your third test?

It's a Greek salad.

It's all Mum could have
during chemo last time.

OLY: Clearly you've been
kicked out of the loop

because this time she
only likes sweet things.

That's why I have
brought her a carrot cake.

That is a lovely thought, actually.

- I'll give that to her.
- No, you won't.

Bowie, give... Bowie!

Bowie, let go.

No! Bowie, no.

Bowie... I'm pregnant!

Oh! (WHINES)

No. Mercy. Mercy.

(QUIRKY MUSIC)

You know I only had
a second child

because I thought that if I died

they'd at least have each other.

(OLY AND BOWIE ARGUE)

All the good biscuits are gone.

Of course.

(SCOFFS)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(SOFT CLICK)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(SUBDUED MUSIC)

(BREATH CATCHES)

(HAUNTING MUSIC)

(HAUNTING MUSIC CONTINUES)

Oh, morning.

Name?

Angela Davis.

Date of birth?

13 September 1972.

Any nausea?

Ah, yes.

(THERMOMETER BEEPS)

Eyes and teeth OK?

ANGIE: Mm-hm.

NURSE: Sleep?

Pain?

Ah, yeah.

A little bit.

(HAUNTING MUSIC CONTINUES)

(CLOCK TICKS)

NURSE: Any other symptoms?

Um, no, not really.

- NURSE: Breathe.
- (INFUSION PUMP BEEPS)

And that's the second.

(HAUNTING MUSIC CONTINUES)

(INFUSION PUMP RATTLES
AND BEEPS INTERMITTENTLY)

- SANTI: Look who it is.
- ANGIE: Hi!

- Hi, Grangie.
- Hello, JJ.

Mm! Mm-mm-mwah!

(CHUCKLES)

Can I have some money
for the vending machine?

No, puchita.
We're here with Grangie.

(ANGIE CHUCKLES)

How's it all going?

Oh, yeah. Barrel of laughs.

SANTI: Hm.

How long is it all
supposed to take?

Uh, normally
it takes, like, eight hours.

- (IMITATES SNORING)
- Wow.

- Mm.
- That's long.

ANGIE: Mm.

SANTI: Does it hurt?

ANGIE: Yeah, it is
actually hurting a bit today.

It's just where it goes in
here, where the cannula goes in.

It bruises a bit.

Yeah, those things,
they give me the heebies.

- Mm, yeah.
- Sorry.

Me too. (CHUCKLES WRYLY)

Can I please go to the toilet?

Yeah, I can...
I can come with you.

No, Papi. It's right there.

- (ANGIE CHUCKLES)
- (PERSISTENT BEEPING)

- Yeah, it's...
- Maybe she can...

(ANGIE GROANS)

(SUBDUED MUSIC)

Thanks.

(SOBS)

You OK?

Sorry.

Hey.

I just don't like needles.

- No, neither do I.
- (BOTH CHUCKLE)

I'm probably just thinking
about my own mum.

(SNIFFLES AND SIGHS)

EDITH: I don't like those ones.
I only like the barbecue ones.

(SOFTLY) Oh, fuck.

- (SNIFFLES)
- Hey.

J, where did you get those?

JJ: A vending machine.

SANTI: Did you have
anything to do with this?

EDITH: No.

SANTI: OK.

- We're gonna head.
- Sure.

ANGIE: 'Bye.

EDITH: See you later.

- JJ: 'Bye.
- EDITH: 'Bye, Santi.

SANTI: Hey, Edie.

(EDITH SIGHS) So...

Unbelievable development today.

We're halfway through the sex
worker's deposition, right?

Up to the crucial bit -
east stairwell -

and I ask him if he remembers
seeing the defendant

leaving the building.

And he looks me in the eye

and says he never saw him.

- Oh.
- Never seen him before.

- Like, you're kidding, right?
- Mm.

So, yeah, this is
a complete game changer.

I mean, this could get
my guy off,

but it's obvious
what's happened.

- It's so predictable.
- What's obvious?

Actually, sorry,
I've just got to...

- ...got to him.
- I just need to go to the loo.

And, you know, I'm in a slightly
tricky position here

because, yes, on the one hand,

it's my job to get the guy off,
but on the other...

But these fucking bikie mates
of his

clearly leant on
the witness somehow.

And, you know, I don't love
to win a case that way,

even if there reasonable doubt
about it,

so I'm going to have to just...

Edie...

...why haven't you asked me
how I am?

(SIGHS)

I thought you didn't
want to talk about it.

(TEARFULLY) I think I do
want to talk about it.

I think that I can't think
or talk about anything else.

(POIGNANT MUSIC)

Greek salad.

- Chicken soup.
- Bleugh.

Cheese plate.

Apple Danish. Ice cream.

No, I just can't. I can't.

There must be something
you want to eat.

There's nothing.

- (SIGHS)
- We could go out.

I could drive us to the beach.
You don't have to do anything.

We could just sit there
and look at the ocean.

Get some fresh air.

The ocean always
makes you feel better.

No, Edie, no.

I just...
I don't want to go anywhere.

OK.

OK.

(POIGNANT MUSIC)

(SIGHS)

(GENTLE AMBIENT MUSIC)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

EDITH: Hey.

You ready?

Mm-hm.

Yep.

('FEEL BETTER NOW'
BY JONES AND BONES)

(LAIDBACK GUITAR-POP MUSIC)

♪ I gotta shake it

♪ I gotta move

♪ And I'm sorry

♪ I'm in a hell of a mood

♪ But don't you worry

♪ Leave it to me

♪ You've been chained, honey

♪ Better try to be free

♪ Well, I hope
you feel better now

♪ Feel better now, baby

♪ I really hope you

♪ Feel better now

♪ Feel better now, baby

♪ I really hope you do

♪ Whoo! ♪

SCARLETT: Wow!

Check you out.

Very fancy.

I love it.

- Thanks, Scarlett.
- Hm!

How are you?

I'm great.

Now, Dr Brant says, depending
on your scan next week,

you might get
a short treatment break.

Ah.

Just to let the numbness
in your hands

have some time to recover.

- That's something.
- Mm-hm.

OK.

- Name?
- (SIGHS)

- I have to do it.
- Yep.

Angela Davis.

- Date of birth?
- 13 September 1972.

SCARLETT: Mm-hm.

(INFUSION PUMP BEEPS)

(JJ CHATTERS INDISTINCTLY)

He probably needs a better name.

Like Balloony, Barry...

Brian!

Yeah, Brian.

I'm gonna tell a story
about Brian.

Once upon a time,
there was a boy named Brian.

He couldn't
afford a house in Sydney.

So he decided
to go to Antarctica.

But houses there
were unaffordable too.

And so he went to Brisbane

and he built a cubby
in a mango tree,

and he lived happily ever after.

(GENTLE, HOPEFUL MUSIC)

Last of the good biscuits...

...Nanette.

Oh.

- (WAVES WASH)
- (SEAGULLS CHIRP)

('JUST LIKE NORTH'
BY ANGIE McMAHON)

♪ This season is for going
back to the sea

♪ Where nothing is certain

♪ To rinse off old parts of me

♪ Towelling my clean skin

♪ Powerful washing away... ♪

(ALL SPEAK INAUDIBLY)

♪ I always want outlines

♪ I head for the shore

♪ Beg for the road signs

♪ That I had before

♪ But that wasn't joy,
amnesia, babe

♪ That was pain

♪ And pain will be on every map

♪ Just like north is

♪ Pain will be in every year

♪ Just like August

♪ And if you get
everything right

♪ Then there's nothing else left

♪ Left

♪ Remember that magical thing
that you found that said

♪ "From this point forth,
I am sticking around

♪ "I am coming with you

♪ "I'm gonna show up
in your shape"?

♪ You can pick your grace
out of the crowd

♪ You have done it before
and it made you so loud

♪ Then it taught you that lesson
about breathing, babe

♪ When it failed

♪ And failure is on every map

♪ Just like north is

♪ Failure is in every year

♪ Just like August

♪ You had to be ugly

♪ Before you were gorgeous

♪ Balancing tiger with rhythm

♪ Of tortoise here in your chest

- ♪ Chest
- ♪ Chest

- ♪ Chest
- ♪ Chest, chest

♪ You're not gonna blow it

♪ 'Cause slowness is calling

♪ You don't have to know

♪ Where your feet
will be falling

♪ If you get
everything right... ♪