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It's... it's...

It's like a stabbing pain in my temples, but also in the back of my scalp.

It's like... it's like fire ants.

And now my vision's starting to blur.

My mum has MS.

But this pain feels more like...

like structural than neurological, like...

Like there's something in there.

My doctors say,

"We don't know how to categorize you anymore."

"You keep defying our predictions."

I was given six weeks to live.

Four months tops.

That was four years ago.

Human beings are capable of anything.

Belle Gibson.

She's a mother.

She's a cancer survivor.

She is an entrepreneur,

and now she's an author.

Belle, how do you do it?

I don't know. I guess once you choose hope,

anything is possible.

This young mum just conquered Silicon Valley

from her kitchen table.

Belle Gibson's The Whole Pantry signs a major deal with Apple.

- What a triumph! - How's your health?

It's a good day. Let's just say that.

♪ Baby, can't you see I'm calling? ♪

♪ A guy like you should wear a warning ♪

♪ It's dangerous... ♪

She defied medical advice and healed herself naturally,

amassing millions of followers.

Belle Gibson!

It's a truly remarkable story.

It's love, that powers me, sustains me.

I wanna thank my besties and my fans.

I am your fan and we've built a beautiful community together.

♪ Too high, can't come down ♪

♪ Losing my head, spinnin'... ♪

Belle's fans describe feeling let down by the medical profession

and follow every step of her journey,

as thousands of young women flock to alternative medicine.

I wanted to live, and I wanted to live well.

♪ With a taste of your lips I'm on a ride ♪

♪ You're toxic, I'm slippin' under ♪

♪ With a taste of a poison paradise ♪

♪ I'm addicted to you Don't you know that you're toxic? ♪

Questions raised over healing Belle.

Was none of it real? Did she ever have cancer?

Her life in ruins.

Desperate and gone to ground.

Followers outraged and abandoned.

It begs the question, what sort of person pretends

to have brain cancer?

♪ And I love what you do ♪

♪ Don't you know that you're toxic? ♪

This is a true story based on a lie.

Some names have been changed to protect the innocent.

Belle Gibson has not been paid for the recreation of her story.

Fuckers.

Thank you.

Filtered.

Yeah, we get it delivered.

Is it Belle or Annabelle?

Ah, Belle's fine.

I hear you're like a real life Olivia Pope.

Ah.

She's got better suits.

Do you love it...

saving people?

People in crisis?

Do you wanna tell me how this all started?

How much do you think you know about me?

Not enough.

- Correct. - You're a complicated person.

Mmm. We all are.

I'm not special.

Two million followers, come on.

2.3.

Nah.

They know...

My followers know that I don't judge.

People like that.

So they like me instinctively.

You've been getting some death threats.

"I hope she dies from cancer."

People have gotten confused.

That's why I'm here to...

clean up those misconceptions.

Confused, right.

So you didn't lie or invent anything?

No, no, I...

I wouldn't want to label,

but you'd have to be an actual sociopath to do that.

And I am not.

I mean, I could do like, 50 personality quizzes right now,

and I am an empath.

Every time.

I feel everything.

Wow, that must be exhausting.

Sometimes...

You save people for a living.

I've tried to help them as best I can.

Bottom line...

I helped.

Hi, guys.

So, I'm so excited. I couldn't wait to tell you.

When I was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer,

I didn't know where to turn or who to trust.

I felt unsupported, unmotivated and uninspired.

You may not have cancer, but maybe you feel that way too.

And you know what? It's not okay.

Download my brand new app, The Whole Pantry, today.

And change your life one meal at a time.

Now, did she change my life?

Yes.

Did she help?

I look back on the time before Belle.

Before everything that happened.

And I was so lucky.

Justin.

Lucy.

This... Him...

My own proper love story.

And all the plans...

Silly plans and grand plans.

I couldn't stop making plans.

Until one day...

Yeah...

that all turned into a big, stinking pile of shit.

What's that?

What?

You got a lump.

It's always been lumpy.

- It's Marvin. - Oh.

- I'm sorry. - Marvin and Frank.

Marvin and Frank, sorry, guys.

You'll want to go on the forums.

Do some doctor-Google.

Resist the impulse.

You can email me anytime with questions.

I'll get back to you within 48 hours.

♪ Jumping up and down the floor... ♪

All right, get some gas on.

♪ My head is an animal ♪

♪ And once there was an animal ♪

♪ It had a son that mowed the lawn ♪

♪ The son was an okay guy ♪

♪ They had a pet dragonfly ♪

♪ The dragonfly it ran away ♪

♪ But it came back With a story to say... ♪

You okay?

♪ Her dirty paws and furry coat ♪

♪ She ran down... ♪

Justin.

What do you think?

Don't get me wet!

♪ The bees had declared a war ♪

♪ The sky wasn't big enough for them all ♪

♪ The birds, they got help from below... ♪

I know her.

She comes into the cafe.

Says she has a brain tumor.

Stage Four, glioblastoma,

except she was glowing.

Just full of life.

Positive and shiny.

She'd obviously done the chemo thing, but had found another way.

- Two Buddha bowls. - Thank you.

You have the best shiitake, is it foraged?

I wish.

She'd created this incredible app that actually helped people

and was out there telling the truth about what she'd been through

and was going through.

I mean, you couldn't not be inspired.

You're so good at that.

Aw!

Look, she's a fan.

Hi.

Is this from you?

Uh, yeah. I follow you on Instagram.

Oh.

You too?

Breast, Stage Three.

I used to do that.

Merge my identity with my diagnosis.

- I hate when my partner does that to me. - Ugh!

So, what are you... Any big plans for today?

I'm just... I'm just writing my book.

A book.

- Yeah. - Wow, that's amazing.

I'm a bit excited.

It's mostly just recipes,

what I've learned along my, um...

Ugh, I was about to say "journey."

I asked my oncologist about diet,

her eyes glazed over.

How can they have so little education when it comes to nutrition, right?

I mean, the arrogance, it's...

it's criminal when you think about it.

Well, I can't wait to read your book.

Hey, you should come to the launch.

- Really? - Yeah.

I'd love that. That's...

Thanks.

I love you.

- Oh. - Oh.

It's gonna be okay.

Thank you.

This is so cool.

Oh! Thanks. Yeah, it's a wig.

I know.

Okay, bye.

Bye.

Belle never dropped in an invite,

but I preordered a copy of her book anyway and started to follow her recipes.

I said publicly right from the start

that I was a brain cancer patient on a quest to heal myself naturally.

I was totally overwhelmed by the response.

Didn't expect all of this.

Never. It amazes me that my story resonated.

Belle, what do you think it is that attracted such a following?

Um, I would say my commitment to authenticity.

Too many people overedit themselves.

I bet we're all guilty of that.

I definitely was.

I wasn't always confident in my own skin.

I was the shy kid, I...

I didn't think I fit.

But going through what I have,

I've learned to seek out and value what's raw and what's honest.

One of the worst things that could happen to a person,

happened to me.

And you know what?

I am so grateful for it.

- Well, let's... - On that note,

I couldn't let this moment pass

without paying respect to my friend and mentor,

Milla.

Unfortunately, she couldn't be here tonight

for reasons I'm sure you all understand,

but I know this has brought her comfort.

Hey, did you get it?

Yep.

Saw your shout-out? Super thoughtful, right?

Fuckin' sweet as.

What about the book?

And the recipes, are they any good?

Yeah, they're pretty good.

Hey, Mills... what do you want me to do?

Just... just tell me whatever you want me to do,

I will do it.

I wanna destroy her.

I'm only hypothesizing, but it must have affected her

that my book was reviewed as better than hers.

It's not her fault, but my advance was so much bigger.

I'm sorry, I'm lost.

Who was hurt? Whose book?

I mean, I have to think that's why.

Ultimately, she did what she did.

You know The Devil Wears Prada, post-makeover,

where Andy's living her best life ever?

That's what mine felt like.

♪ You can see she's a beautiful girl She's a beautiful girl ♪

♪ And everything around her is A silver pool of light... ♪

I got top marks at university and had just moved to Sydney,

away from home for the first time,

but Mum and I speak three times a day.

I'm not even kidding.

I had landed my dream job in journalism.

Girlfriend magazine, please do you mind holding?

I had a gang of incredible friends.

Enough romance to keep things interesting.

And while I definitely could've been,

should've been, really wish I'd been looking after myself better,

I was 22!

I mean, what were you doing at 22?

I'm sorry. I don't know how to pronounce...

Pleomorphic sarcoma undifferentiated.

I'll write it down for you.

Thank you.

Joe has the basal cell sarcomas.

That's the Queensland sun.

Yeah.

This is different.

The lumps on Milla's arm are aggressive tumors.

It's a rare soft tissue sarcoma.

Okay, so... what does that mean?

Does that mean chemotherapy...

No.

- Sweetheart... - No.

No. I saw with Nana.

My mum went through chemotherapy for bowel cancer.

Actually, chemotherapy is not my first port of call.

Later certainly, but right now, surgery is our best option.

So you can just cut out the lumps?

Yes and will that be under a general anesthetic?

You can see there are a lot of sarcomas,

which means it's metastasized in the arm.

Which means there's no point in taking out the tumors individually.

A wide resection would increase the chance it doesn't spread beyond the arm.

So it hasn't spread?

Well, that's good news, yes?

So, how wide would that resection be?

Choose positivity, 'cause I tried negativity

and it didn't work out too well for me.

We have a voice inside us.

It gets drowned out by all the noise...

But if we stop and listen...

that voice will guide us into the sublime.

Girlfriend magazine. How may I direct you?

I think it would be helpful to go around the table and introduce ourselves.

I am Dr. Xiu.

I am Camilla's oncologist.

Dr. Roland. Radiology.

Simon Smith-Jones. I'll be performing the surgery.

I'm Mike. I'll be your prosthetist.

Sally. Psychology.

Emma. Occupational therapy.

I'm Milla.

And I'm not convinced this is the right course of action.

We discussed on Wednesday the risk of further metastasis.

I found a case study.

A girl from Manchester.

She had an osteosarcoma of the tibia.

Her team advised amputation,

but her psych said it would cause

an identity crisis beyond the patient's emotional resources.

She elected to go to Berlin, and began mistletoe therapy.

That was three years ago.

I can make copies for everyone.

Did you say "mistletoe therapy"?

Rudolf Steiner.

High doses of mistletoe extract have cytotoxic power.

No, they don't.

My name is Rudolf Steiner.

And my intuition is based on the observation that,

like cancer, mistletoe is a parasitic growth

which eventually kills its hosts.

In following Hahnemann's theories,

that, "like kills like."

Total quackery.

It's used clinically in Sweden, the Netherlands and Germany.

Over 1,000 in vitro studies have shown it promotes anticancer activity.

With adverse reactions recorded such as anaphylaxis,

fever, joint pain, kidney failure...

Please look at me when you're talking about me.

It's my arm.

You say there are cancers inside of it.

There are cancers inside it.

Dr. Roland...

I have your scans, which I'm afraid do show

multiple aggressive tumors...

I want another option.

Milla, I'd like to tell you about some of the advances being made.

I want another option.

Death, that's another option.

- Okay, everyone just hang on. - Do you want to die?

All right. We should reconvene.

That is the reality that we are facing.

Do you understand what I am trying to say to you?

It is very important that you understand what I am saying, young lady.

Mum, I'm sorry.

Oh, sweetheart, no.

I'll cut it off.

It's okay.

Look, if you think I should hack it off, I will.

It's wrong. I know it's wrong.

I can feel it.

It's all right.

I just don't see why we can't...

just explore some different options.

It's just that...

It's just so extreme.

What are the other options? I mean, you tell us.

Amputation would be my strong recommendation.

- And what about the experimental... - Like drug trials. Please.

After considerable pressure from the family

and with notable misgivings, I performed an isolated limb infusion.

It's an experimental procedure which delivers one dose of chemotherapy

at ten times the usual potency directly into the tumor site.

We found the overall three month response rate to ILI was 58%,

which dropped to 37% for those with upper extremity disease

like Milla.

For context,

if we had amputated, her survival rate would be 89.9%...

but I'm not an attractive young woman and it's not my arm.

To think they were gonna cut off her arm.

Thank God we pushed.

No.

Next time we listen to the doctors

and we do exactly what they tell us.

Ah, no.

There won't be a next time, Joe.

So, you were saying something about

- the patriarchy, right? - That's right.

Pits us against each other.

There should've been enough room for both of us in the market.

- Except this Camilla... - Milla.

- Everyone calls her Milla. - Milla, she was diagnosed with cancer.

So she's consistently maintained.

I have no reason to doubt her.

Because in her case, it's true.

- Hek. - Yeah.

- I can call you Hek? - Sure.

I was diagnosed with a Stage Four brain tumor.

Really?

Yes.

Really?

Yes.

You have medical records that prove that you have terminal brain cancer.

I'll have them sent to you.

Okay. Good.

If you were lying,

if you'd gotten confused along the way,

you're here asking for my professional advice and guidance.

This is a no-judgment space.

Hmm.

Go on, then. Guide me.

Best case, on what I got to go on...

You go dark, you change your name,

get a good lawyer. You should have one already.

I can't abandon my company, Hek.

You know what it's like.

I have staff and backers.

Not to mention momentum that is... unquantifiable.

It's gone.

- Forget about it. - Okay, look.

I'm not here for your legal advice or your business help.

Then why are you here?

I've come to you specifically...

because I want my reputation back.

And to do that, I need interviews where I tell my side of the story.

Print, TV... maybe a reality show.

I'm worth seven figures.

It's a good commission.

All you have to do is make a couple of phone calls.

I throw a shoe out that window,

I hit ten liars... Twenty.

I'm not lying, okay? I told you.

All right.

You want me to soften up the ground?

I'm gonna need stuff to work with.

Troubled childhood?

That's off-limits.

You've already spoke in interviews about your mother's MS.

She's to be given a wide berth.

Okay, what about mental health?

Multiple sclerosis is physically degenerative, not mental.

No, I mean you.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

I know I get anxiety sometimes.

Have you heard of Munchausen disease?

It's when a person fakes an illness to gain sympathy or even attention.

I know what it is, and it's Munchausen syndrome.

It's not a disease.

It's on the DSM-5 factitious disorder.

You've read up on it?

Ugh! I am not medically illiterate.

I've spent a lot of time in a lot of hospitals

because I was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor.

I was given six weeks to live.

Four months tops.

By whom? What doctors?

- What hospital? - I'm getting you that information.

- Okay, then when? When? - I...

I can't speak to the international post system.

No, no, no. When were you diagnosed?

Belle!

I'm trying real hard here.

Can you at least answer that?

Was it glioblastoma?

Ah, oligodendroglioma...

How long was she in hospital?

I bet you couldn't work during that time.

I'm not supposed to do this, but I'll fast track your claim.

Uh-huh. Yeah, I'll just have to fix up the paper.

No, no, no. Of course.

Your family's been through so much.

It's genuinely my pleasure. Yeah.

Aw! Did you all go in?

I love it.

Wow. Thank you.

You know, it's not easy moving to a new city.

You've all welcomed me with such generosity.

Anyway, um...

I'm pumped for this next adventure.

A bit scared.

But we're both gonna be back to visit as soon as we can.

Can you drive me tomorrow to my baby shower?

- Uh, actually, I'm... - There's only a few of us going.

I wanted to keep to really close friends,

so if you can try not to post.

- Yeah, of course. - Great.

Do you think you'd drink?

'Cause you can pick me and I can drive.

It's no problem.

Hi. I was gifted this, so I don't have a receipt.

I love it, but I'm allergic to synthetic fibers.

We can't offer a refund without a receipt, unfortunately.

Ah, it has its tag on. See?

You could just put it back on the shelf.

Uh, what about an exchange?

Do you want to take a peek around?

Um...

Well, it's just that, um... I don't know if I'll still need, um...

Well, there's a chance that...

they're not sure she's gonna make it.

Oh, sweetheart.

I'm so sorry. Oh, yeah.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

- I don't want you to get in trouble. - Ugh.

Stupid rule, anyway.

- $25? - $24.95.

It was on sale.

Cheap fucking bitches.

I'm getting you from the SkyBus. It's all in my email, Mum.

I don't remember seeing any email.

I'll resend.

I'm worried about Mothpuss.

- He's not been eating his food. - Really?

That's no good.

I'm thinking it might be his kidneys.

You know, totally missed the kitty litter. Piss all over the bathroom floor.

I mean, I'm coming regardless.

Great. I paid for the luggage, but it has to be under 15 kilos.

Maybe you put your bag on the scale before you leave for the airport?

I do have to come, don't I?

I mean, I have to meet your baby's father.

He will be there, won't he?

No, I told you already. Nathan's working.

I don't see why he can't just work from Melbourne.

Because he's FIFO.

- Fear of missing out. - No.

- FIFO, fly in, fly out. - Oh, fly out, yes.

Better him than me.

Aw, poor Puss.

What if something happens while I'm away?

Can't bear to think about it.

We're a pair, aren't we, Puss?

My kidney pain's no good either. Dr. Patrick wants me to get another scan.

Oh, God, I'm gonna have to cancel that appointment.

He won't be happy with me.

Maybe you shouldn't come, Mum.

No, I have to come.

All right, I'll see you tomorrow. 10:15.

SkyBus. It's the red one.

If you don't want me to come, you just let me know.

It's your big party.

Hmm?

You just... You just tell me what you want.

She's not coming.

Milla!

Oh, I want you to meet Darcy. I've told her all about you.

Darcy, darling!

Hey, how's it going?

- Good, yeah. Good place. - Yeah.

- I'm gonna get the oils going. - Sure.

Chondrosarcoma, 23 months ago. You?

Undifferentiated pleomorphic.

And it's pretty recent, I guess?

Yeah, they tried limb-sparing for me first, but, um, it spread.

- I'm so sorry. - It's okay.

Well, Amy told me that you did the ILI trial.

Are you gonna do limb-sparing this time, or...

No. I'm in remission, actually.

Well, good for you.

But if you ever do want to talk to anyone, I can add you on Facebook.

Now lying down on your back,

relaxing through your shoulders.

And softening through your eyes, relaxing through your jaw,

relax through your fingers and through your toes,

take a deep breath in through your nose

and with your final breath in shavasana, let everything go.

- Namaste. - Fuck.

Thank you so much for coming to class today.

Please take your time to come up.

Milla, hi.

Arlo, Currumbin Primary, Miss Histed. I...

- Arlo, hi. How are you? - Hi.

So, hey, also, didn't we... Didn't we pash once at schoolies?

I don't think so.

Hey, so what course are you doing here?

Uh, I'm... in...

You... yeah, I'm...

I just... I'm so... I... yeah. I heard.

- It wasn't gossip. People were worried. - I know.

I heard you kicked its ugly butt.

Mmm-hmm.

Just doing the Outsmart Cancer Weekend to make sure it's fully kicked.

That's amazing.

And you...

I... uh, meditation teacher training.

It sounded fun.

Hey, do you want to grab breakfast? I'd love to hear everything.

Oh, I have to go to my next workshop, but I'll see you later.

Yeah, okay.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Hey.

What a day.

Oh, don't even worry, babe. I just got here.

Um...

Oh, no.

Oh, I used to get the worst periods.

It's a good thing about being pregnant, hey?

Um...

Yeah, maybe try magnesium supplement?

If you want to just come for an hour, I can still drive you back.

Right. Yeah, right, right. No, I get it.

Um...

Yeah. I've actually got a shocking headache.

Um...

But listen, I'm gonna do you up a care package.

Primrose and turmeric.

No, I will.

Okay, um...

Yeah. All right. Bye.

And now my vision's starting to blur.

My mum has MS,

but this pain feels more like...

like structural than neurological.

Like, there's something in there.

Just to keep you nice and still.

- Hey! - What's this?

- Hey, can you... - "Sweet Valley is stunned by the news."

"Beautiful young Elizabeth Wakefield lies in a coma, on the brink of death."

It's just comfort food.

What happens in the end? Does she make it?

There's like 150 books in this series.

Hey, I've got something for you. I found this.

In the river, I don't usually take them. But this one, I wanted you to see.

The other's black and grey, but this one...

It's all by itself.

Pretty.

- Keep it. - I don't need to keep it.

No, it's okay. I got it for you.

Do you know, I remember in primary school, green was your favorite color.

And you used to pick four-leaf clovers every little lunch.

It's a weird thing to remember.

Hey, Milla.

Hey.

Must be inspiring.

The energy in the group?

You think?

Yeah, the survivors' energy. It's nothing more powerful.

It's toxic.

Sick energy.

You know they did it to themselves, right?

I did. I knew.

I knew I was putting all this shit in my body.

- The chemo... - No, not the chemo, before.

School, uni, I just worked so hard and I thought, I don't know,

it was my right to get fucked up on a Wednesday if I felt like it.

But I knew.

I'm so sick of being good, you know?

But I knew.

- You beat it. Milla, you did it. - No, I didn't beat it.

No, I'm getting my arm cut off next week.

The doctors, they're in charge now because it's back and it's worse.

A lot worse.

I can feel it inside me. I hate it.

And I have no choice.

- Hey, you have heaps of choices. - No, I have no choices.

♪ Lumine de... ♪

What are you doing?

Stay with me. Stay with me. I know...

- ♪ Lumen de Lumine ♪ - My God.

♪ Lumen de Lumine ♪

♪ Deum de Deo ♪

♪ Lumen de Lumine ♪

♪ Deum de Deo ♪

♪ Lumen ♪

♪ Deum de Deo ♪

♪ Lumen de Lumine ♪

♪ Deum de Deo ♪

♪ Deum de Deo ♪

Good girl.

She's brave and she's kind.

Never a downer, never angry.

Good girl.

It's how we're conditioned.

And so I didn't know the words to describe the rage I felt

when the doctors looked at my body and only saw disease.

But then this beautiful man, who wasn't yet my man,

gave me a stone and reminded me that the world is more magical

than we give it credit.

into your lion's breath.

Pressing your chest forwards as you inhale...

Hear yourself set free...

Good, Milla.

So, no more lying and pretending and pleasing everyone.

From now on, I'm gonna stop thinking with my head

and start feeling with my body.

Because I know that cutting off my arm is wrong.

Like I know that chemotherapy is wrong.

I have to find the right way. For me.

Good morning from Ubud in Bali.

Oh, gosh, it's...

been such an amazing few days talking and sharing

with so many inspirational women from all over the world.

- Luce? - If you are feeling ground down

or pushed and pulled apart...

Can you try to get some sleep?

I'll turn the sound down.

Places like the Hirsch Institute in Mexico

and they treat the whole person,

the cause of our toxicity and not just the symptoms.

Okay, so I am...

seeing you on Thursday.

Sorry, just quickly.

I wanted to ask about...

There's this treatment place in Mexico that a friend recommended.

Who? Which friend?

It's called the Hirsch Institute.

Belle Gibson?

- A friend of hers. - You're 3C.

We don't mess around with 3C.

There is no 3D. There's Stage Four.

And you know what happens at Stage Four.

Yes.

Thank you.

Thank you for your time, Doctor.

Just make sure she's here on Thursday.

She is so fucking arrogant.

I want that. I want to hear it straight from her.

Why can't she just admit that it's not working?

- I don't know, Luce... - This idea that one size fits all,

- it's insane. - We're not qualified to make those kind...

- What's wrong? You're breathless? - I'm fine.

You're not my carer.

- You're meant to be. - Come here.

Hey, hey.

This is not sexy.

I disagree.

It's gross.

I'm gross. I don't want to keep feeling like this.

Okay.

What's your alternative, Luce?

This Mexico thing?

Because I'm not letting some influencer with a fucking nose ring

undercut years of actual medical research.

You're not letting? That's great.

I can do it myself.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I'm sorry.

We're fine, thank you.

We're fine.

As a first-time young mum-to-be, I would have hoped for

a little more consideration and support from the people I call friends.

I know everyone is busy with their own lives,

and I try not to complain, but with all the scary medical dramas

I've been facing, it feels pretty tough right now.

And damn it, I was looking forward to my baby shower so much.

Aw, honey. Hugs.

What medical dramas?

I think I've mentioned I've been battling migraines.

What I haven't shared is that I had an episode at work recently

where I collapsed.

I'd just got home from the hospital.

My doctor said...

"You have brain cancer."

Belle...

"You have a malignant brain cancer."

"You're dying."

"You have six weeks to live."

"Four months tops."

But I'm gonna prove him wrong.

For myself and for my bubba, I'm going to live.

Oh, my gosh, that is so unfair.

Oh, you poor darling.

You poor thing.

Seriously, we're all here.

Here's a blog you might like.

She's just like you.

Every day on this, I really hate the word journey,

I do feel like my voice is becoming stronger and louder than it's ever been.

I'm not alone and I'm not broken.

I'm allowed to be loud. I'm allowed to take up space.

I am stronger than I know.

So look out world and hear me roar.

Hey, Millie, what do you want me to do?

Whatever you want, I'll do it.

I want to destroy her.

Change your body, find your soul.

Oh! Fuck, I love good marketing.

We haven't met yet.

I'm Belle's former manager.

Milla's oldest friend and pretty much the hero of this story.

A little about me.

I graduated high school at 16 and became a banking analyst before I turned 20.

Soul-destroying, I quit that sector four months later

and moved to Berlin to set up an incubator in the social impact space,

which basically became too much fun for my little body to handle.

And so, time to come home.

Well, someone is going to meet with me today in person.

Great.

Yes, that's fantastic. I can be there in, uh, 30 minutes.

So you're in the, uh, investigations team?

Uh, yeah, yeah, what's left of it.

Hey, can I get a soy flat white?

- And are you sure you're... - No, I have my water. Thanks.

Thank you. Cheers.

Are you vegan, Sean?

No.

Oh, so you just... The soy, you just like the taste?

I'm just trying to be healthier.

No, that's not...

necessarily healthier.

It's, uh, the soy, the isoflavones, impersonate estrogen, extra cell growth.

- You should probably do some research. - Okay, I will.

- Yeah. - So, Chanelle?

Mmm-hmm. Two L's and an E at the end.

And you have something for me on Mel Gibson.

My colleague passed me and said you had an urgent tip-off on...

Belle.

It's Belle Gibson.

Okay, who's that?

That's a good question.

Um, how much time do you...

Just, Just, Just... Are you off to the hearing now?

- For my sins, yeah. - Can we catch up in a minute?

Hello?

So sorry, um, Chanelle, this is Justin, also on Investigations.

- Have you heard of Belle Gibson? - Not Mel Gibson.

- Belle, why? - You have?

- Lucy follows her. Why? - What do you think of her?

I haven't met her.

Do you have an instinct?

I think maybe a leech.

Possibly a viper. You?

I think...

- Can I talk to him as well? - What's she done?

Sugar returning.

Hmm.

I'm sorry, I...

I think I lied before...

to you.

That's okay.

Yeah.

Let's take a breath.

Let's start from when you first lied about having brain cancer.

No, I didn't ever lie about that.

When I said people like me instinctively,

that's not totally factually correct.

I try really hard,

like, really, really hard for them to like me.

And in the end...

they never ever do.

♪ Walk on by Walk on by ♪

♪ Yeah, bitch, I said what I said I'd rather be famous instead ♪

♪ I let all that get to my head I don't care I paint the town red ♪

♪ Bitch, I said what I said I'd rather be famous instead ♪

♪ I let all that get to my head I don't care I paint the town red ♪

♪ Mmm, she the devil She a bad little bitch ♪

♪ She a rebel... ♪