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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... ?

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