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I said publicly right from the start

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

I asked my oncologist about diet, her eyes glazed over.

How can they have so little education when it comes to nutrition.

The arrogance, it's... criminal.

The lumps on Milla's arm are aggressive tumors.

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

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

happened to me.

I am so grateful for it.

I'm not convinced this is the right way.

- I want another option. - Death, that's another option.

"You have a malignant brain cancer."

"You have six weeks to live." "Four months tops."

Just tell me whatever you want me to do, I will do it.

I wanna destroy her.

Heard of Belle Gibson? What do you think of her?

I think maybe a leech.

Possibly a viper.

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

And in the end, they never, ever do.

I have to find the right way...

for me.

It's called the Hirsch Institute.

It's a protocol in Mexico.

Super strict, labor intensive. You have to be selected.

They don't accept everyone.

Walter, my father,

German, Jewish, starving after the first war.

And yet, it was when he was starving that he started to heal.

Fate, or luck,

Walter comes to America.

They tell my father, "You cannot practice medicine, Walter,

you don't speak English."

He learns English.

They say, "You cannot practice medicine, Walter,

you're not registered as an American doctor."

He aces his American exams.

Finally, he's allowed to practice,

and he cures people of cancer just through diet.

So simple.

Now, is the American Medical Association interested in what he knows?

No. They shut down his practice

because they believe only their medicine can cure cancer.

You know this?

90% of oncologists would refuse chemotherapy

when given the option.

It's true. You can look it up on the internet.

My father didn't believe in that sort of medicine

because he knew the truth.

People cure themselves all the time

when we are in harmony with the natural world.

All the answers exist in nature

if you pay attention.

This is a true story based on a lie.

Keeping in mind that the truth is rarely pure and never simple.

Some names have been changed and certain characters invented--

Lucy.

How's the shortness of breath?

It's the same, I guess.

Yeah, look, I'm thinking we might have blown off a bit of an artery.

It happens sometimes with the radiation, so I'm gonna order you an ECG.

Great. Thanks.

Did she admit to you she's lying?

Hmm, she'd rather eat broken glass.

Jesus, I stink.

I've got low ferritin, so I've been eating more meat.

- You're fine. - Dead animals through my pores.

So you think she's lying?

- No, I know it for a fact. - How? You guys are close friends?

Well, we have matching tattoos.

Has there been a bit of a falling out recently?

I'm sorry. Do you think I'd be here because of a bit of a falling out?

The thing you need to understand is...

Belle doesn't have friends.

She has hosts.

Tch, tch, tch...

And if, and only if, she decides you might be valuable,

she'll find a way to attach herself.

Hey, you okay?

The Ubers keep cancelling.

I think this is an anxiety attack.

I've... I've never had one before.

Take a deep breath.

When she tries to hide it, then it's calculated.

Where are you off to?

That's okay.

I don't wanna put you out.

Maybe... you feel sorry for her.

Or maybe you want to fuck her, which would be misguided.

I hear. Starfish. You know?

No judgment.

Or maybe you're flattered.

She just seems so interested.

So do you have boys or girls?

Uh, I got... girls.

Yeah, two.

Knew it. Dad vibes.

Come in for a drink.

Nah, no, I can't.

It's like she can see something in you that nobody else can see.

A weakness.

You didn't have to see me today.

That was so kind.

It's a magic trick.

Is this your house?

'Cause before you know it, you're bending over backwards

to meet all her needs, which, believe me, are many.

There's a world where you do one interview,

in an environment you control, you pick the journalist,

you look at the questions beforehand.

We could do that?

That's amazing.

You, not we.

Potentially.

End of the day, she'll find 37 different ways to be both

the hero and the victim.

Ugh! It's so different here in the States.

You're allowed to want things.

But, ho, we tear anyone down who gets ahead of themselves.

Combine that with a splash of misogyny?

I mean, how dare a young woman try to succeed in business?

They've misunderstood my entire ethos.

I don't care about money.

Same way, I never wanted to talk about cancer.

All I wanted to talk about was how to be well.

Give people the tools to be whole.

I wasn't telling them to drink bleach or stick fucking coffee up their ass.

Let me know if you like it, I'll have a case sent over.

I wasn't telling anyone to go off their meds.

The app and the book, it's all just healthy recipes, Hek.

It's just not an easy thing to prove.

I'll go on the record.

Even then.

Ethically, legally, we can't publish allegations about someone's health

when it's not corroborated by facts.

What if she was diagnosed with cancer just yesterday?

- Seriously? - What if she's mentally unwell?

She still lied. I mean, she's been lying for years.

Our lawyers are going to say we need medical records.

Or do you know the name of her oncologist?

She doesn't have one. That's my whole point.

Look, this is a big story.

Right?

The people and the organizations that have enabled her.

I mean, why didn't they care enough to check if she was legit?

Why didn't I check?

I'm not stupid or especially gullible,

except that I am, clearly. Fucking stupid.

I liked the story, the pretty pictures,

her great taste in fonts

and I recommended her to people who aren't well

and I'll never be able to forgive myself for that.

But, do you understand? She's...

She's probably killing people with her lies.

She is killing people.

Let's test it out.

Okay, I've got The Whole Pantry registered as a business name,

January 16, 2012.

No, Belle was hustling before that, like super early Instagram.

There's another business registered in 2010,

credit issues, called Organic Baby.

- Uh... - What's that?

2010. Okay, Belle, who were you then?

A deep dive into cutting edge social media optimization strategies

for business growth and influence.

Welcome innovators.

People are talking about your brand right now.

They're talking about you.

But how can Facebook get you more business?

What the hell are you meant to say on Twitter?

What even is Twitter?

Is it here to stay?

The website, the foundation of selling on...

Clive, I think the system needs a reboot.

Sorry, everyone, technology.

Some applause for Clive,

the IT ninja...

...the rock of our digital agency.

While we're waiting, Pop Quiz,

should you farm for links?

Here, you wouldn't have eaten.

Oh.

Hey, can I ask, you guys are all about portals, right?

So I'm just wondering how you protect them

from Google changing its algorithm whenever it feels like?

Oh, um. Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, you can't protect them.

- Really? - Yeah.

That's so interesting for your business model.

Yeah, I just work for them, but it is interesting.

I'm Belle.

Um, I've been developing my own e-commerce store.

- Oh, yeah? Ah. - Organic Baby.

I've done a lot of work on the optimization,

but I'm useless when it comes to back-end coding.

Shopping carts.

No, that stuff can be... It's tricky, isn't it?

- Yeah, makes my head explode. - Yeah.

Um, have you met Luke?

You should have a meeting with him.

I'd prefer to talk to you.

The rock, right?

Oh.

Um, yeah.

Do you have a card?

Hi, baby baby. Where's Daddy?

Hope he hasn't had you in front of the TV all day.

Um, hi.

What's up?

You didn't notice he needs changing?

We're out of nappies. I'm getting them now.

- You can't leave him in shit, Nathan. - Belle, it's been a day.

Ah, really?

What'd you do today?

We went for a walk. I changed the sheets.

You don't need to change the sheets.

You have to change the sheets.

What? It's basic hygiene.

Every two to three weeks, you have to change the sheets.

Be back in half an hour.

It's like I have two children.

I don't need much. Just a little more help would be nice.

Just a tiny bit more help would be nice.

For what it's worth,

I've started to think about hitting Ben with my car.

Not every day.

Just the days he gets to drive to work alone and the lunch meetings.

Oh, God, yes.

Meanwhile, I'm stuck at home with his mother.

My mother. I have no idea why we moved back to Brighton.

I had no idea how hard it would be being at home with a baby

rather than being at work.

I have to do all of that and work as well.

At least you're not breastfeeding. You guys can share the nights.

- Oh, oh, oh. - Oops, ah.

And that's my life.

- Here you go. - Sorry.

Does anyone want one?

I'm gonna start selling them on my site, Organic Baby.

It's already number one and Google for the keywords.

- Number one? - Yeah.

- Wow. - That's amazing.

I just need to find a warehouse so I can start importing baby clothes

but also pre- and post-natal vitamins,

all-natural teething toys.

How are you so busy?

I have my health issues.

I need to set up an income stream for my little man, just in case.

- Shh. - Aw.

Sorry I'm not breastfeeding.

I'm such a terrible mother.

My baby didn't develop a sucking reflex.

- I'm sure she wasn't-- - Judging?

But she was.

Sorry, I don't have a fucking bugaboo and a house in fucking Brighton.

I mean, I have to work.

I want to work.

Natasha isn't like that. You can see she had her hands full.

If there's a disconnect between you guys,

it's probably just a difference in age thing.

Why? I'm 23.

I thought you were 19.

I'm 23.

Lots of women have babies at 23.

Oh, yeah, sure. I know, I just mean, like, maybe you could find another group.

It might be worthwhile joining two groups.

- Sorry, I was just... - Yeah, no...

I'm really sleep-deprived.

Your son has a flat head.

You have to turn him.

You're the best baby in the world.

You don't need those other babies.

You're the best baby.

Best, best baby.

Did your wife stay at home when your girls were little?

No, we mixed it up.

- That's nice. - Yeah.

Yeah, I should have done more.

That's what she said in therapy.

I went back to work three weeks postpartum.

Other people have...

family or community.

Something.

I was trapped in a shitty relationship.

Shitty life.

That's how I grew up.

I never wanted it for my kid.

It would have been different if Milla was in the same city.

We'd met online, but then had gotten so close.

She had her own health issues.

But even beyond that, we just got each other.

And I have always, always celebrated Milla's wins.

I did want you in the stock take.

Isabel?

Did I tell you Milla just got into Hirsch?

It's a holistic health protocol.

It's in Tijuana. They don't take everyone.

It's Tijuana. Like marijuana.

Probably go next year.

Once we get our travel shots.

You don't need to go all that way to a health spa.

It's a cancer clinic.

Why don't I? Margaret?

Okay. Taking lunch now.

It's not eleven o'clock.

I have treatment at 5:00.

Food needs to be digested, so I'm taking lunch now.

I'm missing stock.

What? No, I told you.

I borrowed a couple of swaddles.

And half a dozen of the Petit Bateau suits.

I'm not saying you've stolen them, Isabel.

I took them home to photograph them

for the site I'm making for your store.

- Here. Look. - I didn't ask you to do that.

Because you're stuck in the past and you don't even know it.

Brick and mortar retail's got three to five years max.

You need me, Margaret.

- Did you steal it or not? - No.

Well then that's fucking bullshit.

Wrongful dismissal.

We take her to court.

With what money would we be doing that?

- I'll get a job. - You couldn't get one before.

You're the one that wanted to work.

- I have a four-month old, Nathan! - So do I.

Do you think I want to make $13.51 an hour?

I want to build something meaningful that lasts.

I'm not saying he ever hit me.

Belle. Belle, will you...

Belle, open the door.

Open the fucking door!

Shh, shh.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

Mum.

Mum, I don't know what to do. She's fucking mental.

Shh, shh.

It's okay, it's okay. It's okay.

Milla wrote back.

Of course. Fifteen days later.

To be fair, she was very busy.

So it's $8,000.

8,000 US.

By what? By two weeks?

- Three weeks. - Three weeks?

Plus airfares to Mexico.

We could probably get there on points.

- I have 5,000 saved already. - And I can chip in.

Once the blog hits 20,000 followers, that's when advertisers come in.

No.

All right, you had your break.

All right? We need to use proper doctors.

Oh, because you know.

You've looked at none of the research I've sent you.

It's juice. Is that what it is, juice?

Yeah? 'Cause I'll go down to the shops now,

I'll make you as many juices as you like.

But you need to go back and see Dr. Xiu.

Look, love, when you build a house, you hire someone with a builder's license.

- Dad. - What?

This is not a house.

- Listen-- - This is my body.

When you put the plumbing in,

you hire a plumber, a tradesman, someone who's studied it.

If someone's promising you something that sounds too good to be true,

do you know what, Milla? It is!

Fuck.

He thinks doctors are gods and he's not smart enough to question 'em.

Okay. Shh.

Look, he's just having a moment.

Hey? He loves you more than anything in the world.

Look, I know what you've sacrificed for me, okay?

I've seen you prioritize my education above everything,

but haven't you done that so I can make my own decisions?

I can do the research and look at the science and understand it.

- I don't want to die... - We aren't talking like...

Mum, I have to.

I don't want to die, or die without trying,

because he doesn't get the science.

I'm not going to let her bully us into this.

I'll call Xiu tomorrow.

He'll have something to say about this Hirsch thing.

He'll know all about it.

Fuck.

What are you doing? It's the middle of the night!

Mum!

Mum!

I'm going to use Nana's money.

She'd like that.

Really?

Well, I've never been to Mexico before.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

Fresh fruit and fresh vegetables,

pure of pesticides,

when correctly consumed, repair the DNA damage of the body.

At the Hirsch Institute, we provide the support and the tools

to heal your body

by overhauling your lifestyle from the inside out.

I thought it'd be more like a hospital.

No.

"A variety of coffee is appropriate,

ranging from gold, green and white, to light and medium roasts."

"Dark roasts aren't appropriate

'cause the potent compounds have been roasted out."

"Coffee should be organic,

and we recommend fair trade, sustainable beans."

So, no Nescafé or Moccona?

I want a strong skinny latte up my butt to go, please.

And maybe some lubricant.

Does it hurt?

No, it's fine.

Well, when I'm old and decrepit,

you'll do stuff like this for me.

I'm gonna be here.

I know you will.

It's time for a top-up.

- Hey... - Yes.

- You're a bad influence. - Yes.

That's naughty. That's... I'm trying to be good.

- Want more? - We should be careful with that.

- Okay. Where's yours? - It's okay.

You can have mine, okay?

I'll have one sip.

You're back.

What happened to Roar and Snore?

He had a little tummy ache.

Hey... Heckman.

Oh, my God. I feel like I've known you forever.

This is Hek from that amazing PR firm.

We're going to be working together, I think. I hope.

- I better get him down. - Yeah.

You want me to?

No, no, no. You're busy.

Mummy working?

I can't wait for you to get to know them.

I thought you said you were a single mom?

Nathan's back in Melbourne. That's Clive.

Oh, Clive.

Clive lives here?

Of course.

He's the one who saved me.

Okay.

Open the fucking door!

Shh, shh.

Thanks.

Did I invite myself over?

Jesus Belle. Get it together.

I wasn't doing anything.

I was just...

Do you have sisters?

I can always tell.

I have one sister in Adelaide with my sister...

With my niece.

One sister, two nieces, yeah, in Adelaide.

Knew it.

So did you... Was there something...

Did you want to show me what you were working on...

Sorry.

This is so embarrassing.

Um...

Nathan's not a bad person.

When I'm... when I'm not safe,

if I'm in adrenaline overload,

I can't process it very well.

I have some health issues.

You don't have to...

It's fine.

It's just my brain, so...

Luckily, nothing very important.

Oh.

- Hi. - Hi.

I was wondering...

Yeah?

Can I show you what I've built so far?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I know it's only baby clothes.

It's not gonna change the world.

It's great.

You think?

Clean, elegant.

You did all this yourself?

How?

Autodidact?

Self-taught.

That's where they drip in all the poison.

We don't have to do anything if you don't want to.

- I want to. - Yeah?

Heaps.

Hey, hey. Can I... Can I ask how old are you?

Because I think I might be too old for you.

I'm an old soul.

And I think you might be perfect.

I'm pushing 40.

Really?

I'm gonna throw you the best party.

Imagine if this became a threesome.

Oh, I'm drunk.

I need to sober up.

Or...

I could call a friend.

- A fun friend? - Mmm.

He does home deliveries.

I knew you were trouble.

I'm gonna give you one for now.

Okay? 'Cause you're already high.

Is this not bad for your brain?

When you're me, you learn you only live once.

Oh, no!

♪ I really, really, really Really, really, really like you ♪

♪ And I want you, do you want me Do you want me, too? ♪

♪ I really, really, really Really, really, really like you ♪

♪ And I want you, do you want me... ♪

Look at my scar! Look!

Can you see it?

I can't see it!

'Cause you're an old man! Look!

- It's not a tumor! - It is a tumor!

- It's not a tumor! - It is a tumor!

♪ I really, really, really Really, really, really like you ♪

♪ And I want you, do you want me Do you want me, too? ♪

Whoo!

Okay. I think we're all good.

What time's he back?

Have you heard of Instagram?

Eh?

It's meant to be like Hipstamatic,

but with better filters.

Good baby.

♪ I really, really, really Really, really, really like you ♪

♪ And I want you, do you want me Do you want me, too? ♪

♪ I really, really, really Really, really, really like you ♪

♪ And I want you, do you want me Do you want me, too? ♪

♪ Oh, did I say too much? ♪

♪ I'm so in my head When we're out of touch ♪

♪ I really, really, really Really, really, really like you ♪

♪ And I want you, do you want me Do you want me, too? ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I really, really, really Really, really, really like you ♪

♪ And I want you, do you want me Do you want me, too? ♪

♪ I really, really, really Really, really, really like you ♪

♪ And I want you, do you want me Do you want me, too? ♪

Thanks.

Pick you up at 6:00.

Uh, I'm getting my port out.

It'll take forever. I'll just see you at home.

- You sure? - Love you. Big kiss. Bye.

- Bye. - Bye, baby!

At 22, Milla Blake was diagnosed with a dangerous sarcoma.

She's back from Mexico after beating cancer

with a juice-only diet.

Her online following is going gangbusters.

And now she has a new book on the shelves.

"From Hell to Well." It's a great title.

-Thank you. - I flew through it.

Could you explain to us, what is Hirsch therapy?

Yes. So the treatment starves the cancer cells of anything they need

to grow and then nourishes them with anything they need to die.

Pretty much. That's the simple version.

There's a lot of science behind it.

- It's a hell of a life commitment. - Absolutely.

For two years, we have to drink 13 fresh organic juices a day.

- Wow. - On the hour, every hour.

- And five coffee enemas a day. - Yep.

Am I reading this right?

Don't knock 'em till you try 'em. Do you want one?

I wouldn't sleep for a bloody week.

You do look incredibly well.

Thank you.

Honestly, I've never felt better.

And it's not just about being cancer free.

I'm really grateful I listened to my body.

And have given it what it needs.

You look very well yourself. I'm loving the beard.

Thank you. This is my hipster phase.

- The plan is to go full bushranger... - Hey.

Do you want to see her while we're here?

- She's in Brisbane, yeah? - Uh, yeah.

I was just invited to Mum's wedding.

It's gonna be such a fucking shit show.

Belle, don't, stop being such a negative Nellie.

You don't know what you're in for.

Well, I am excited.

You get to see me at my best with the parents.

I'm starting to welt.

Means we're almost there.

What do you think, baby?

What do you think of the scabby streets of Wynnum?

It's where Mama grew up.

Exactly.

Do me. Take a picture of me.

Oh, Belle, it's lovely.

A little hot.

Oh, it is.

Hello, hello.

Eh? Family wedding.

Jesus Christ.

Good day.

How you goin'? I'm Andrew.

Andrew, Clive Rothwell.

Oh, Bellie-Boo.

My baby came back to me.

You're moving well?

Aw!

Hello. Hello.

So we've got full hair and make-up at 10:00.

Okay. Uh...

Andy's mother is a nightmare.

I mean, she's lovely, but I'm gonna need your protection.

I have come to serve.

So...

what do you think?

- Hmm. - I mean, I couldn't come at white

and I wanted a sleeve. Mmm.

It's good.

You like it?

Yeah. Um...

We're sleeping here tonight?

I'm just gonna wash the sheets.

Why? No one else has slept here.

I'm allergic to cat fur.

Are you? Since when?

Since always.

Oh, my God.

Oh, is that weevils?

Fucking hell, how does she know what's in here?

Whoo!

Hey.

Let's get some sauce on here.

- Mmm. - Ooh!

Yeah. Hey, there you go.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, he loves it.

It's full of salt and sugar.

Oh!

He's got his mother's lungs.

- Sorry. - She's a born actress, this one.

Do you remember talking your way into that musical theater troupe?

She knew everyone's lines, all the songs, not just her own.

Belle does the best bedtime stories.

She does all the voices, sings all the songs.

- It's important. - In brain development.

Mmm-hmm.

How did we end up with such lovely men?

Luck.

Not even his own child and he's helping out.

We don't make that distinction in our family.

Credit to you.

You'll have to start trying for one of your own soon, hey?

I would have worked more if I had had any help, Clive.

I was in the travel business.

For two years.

Travel...

No, it was a bit longer than that.

And before that, tennis for a fair amount of time.

Mum was training for the Olympics.

The Olympics?

Well, then, you know, I suppose Annabelle told you about my MS.

She mentioned, I'm sorry.

Natalie is the bravest woman I've ever met.

She never lets anyone else feel her pain.

Aw! Mmm.

Who is this guy? Fucking hell.

Top up?

- All good, thank you. Yeah. - You good?

I'll be back.

How's your business, babe?

My health, you mean?

No.

You're not interested in my health?

Brain cancer, but okay.

Now, why would you wanna talk about that at a party?

It's not a party. We just talked about your MS.

Well, I wanna talk to you about your business.

- What's it called again? - Organic Baby.

That's original.

Belle designed it all herself.

I'll show you after dinner. Better than professional designers.

- Website? - It's going fine, Mum. Thanks for asking.

Bringing in lots of money?

Enough.

Oh.

She put so much pressure on herself, Clive.

You're gonna have to watch that.

That's your job now.

Do you remember how ambitious you were when you were in high school?

I didn't live here in high school.

I ran away at 12. You failed to notice.

Well, even in primary school, she'd watch everything.

Vivacious,

A Foreign Correspondent

and A Current Affair, 60 Minutes.

- Clive doesn't need to know. - She would practice

interviewing people.

She would harass all the neighbors in the street.

The cutest thing you ever saw.

Big fat Bellie wandering down the street

with a pretend microphone in her hand.

She would tell the world, "I am gonna be on TV."

And now look at you, all grown up.

And a wife.

Someone's wife.

We're not married.

Oh, well, partner, excuse me.

And a mother, don't forget.

And happy. I've never seen you so happy.

You used to think you had to achieve so much.

Funny how it all works out in the end, eh?

I think that little boy is still hungry.

- Oh, another snag? - Give him one.

- Oh! - Mmm.

Potato.

Up, up. He loves it.

That was, uh...

You, uh, you ran away when you were 12?

Belle... Where did you go?

Do you know how old I was when I learnt you had to change the sheets?

I didn't know you had to change the sheets.

She let me sleep in dirty sheets for years.

Okay.

Oh, fuck.

I'm not ordinary.

To survive her,

I'm extraordinary.

I had to be.

How are you feeling, darling? Not too tired?

No, good.

Beautiful.

Hi, everyone. Oh, my gosh, you guys look so amazing.

What a beautiful group of people.

You probably know me already,

but I was thinking we could start with something

to learn a little bit more about each other.

So, if you want to turn to the person next to you and say hello,

introduce yourself, maybe high-five, a hug. That's it.

Because we're all here because we're in pain, right?

Or we're tired, or we're sad,

and we don't wanna feel like that anymore.

And I want you to fill your lungs up

with love and gratitude,

and now exhale.

And then this beautiful man,

who was not yet my man...

...gave me a stone.

And it reminded me just how much magic there was in the world,

where we just don't give it credit for.

And it was that moment

that I started not thinking with my head,

but feeling with my body.

Okay, that's enough of the sad stuff.

Everybody up. Come on, let's go.

And let's shake it all out.

Get all that negative energy out.

Anything that's holding you back.

You're a clean slate.

Inside your bag, there's a balloon. Grab it.

I want you to think of an intention,

and I want you to blow it into the balloon. Go.

I slipped on the towel in the bathroom.

Two fractures in my pelvic bone,

not two months ago.

Two fractures at my age?

It is an accepted fact. You will never get out of bed again.

My father had a case similar.

The X-rays are in the book.

Have you got the book?

You are not nodding.

Such a pretty face. Like a heart.

Have you got the book?

I ordered it, but it didn't arrive in time.

There is no point in coming if you do not have the book.

You will buy the book today. Yes, please?

Yes.

Sorry.

So, now we begin.

- You said you read it. - Fifty years ago...

- I read the articles. Shh. - ...my father,

Walter, was thinking about you.

You're right.

We should have read it beforehand.

Perhaps you weren't ready.

I was interested how you recommend no scans for eight to twelve months.

At least, yes.

Oncologists can't help themselves.

Scan, scan, scan. They love their big machines.

And we become more vulnerable every time.

Do you know how many toxins are transmitted by these machines?

But then how do you track whether the cancer is spreading?

How do you know I'm not a crook?

My father was not a crook?

Oh, no, I'm just saying if there's no data...

You're the mother. To worry is your job.

She's a special girl.

She is.

I've been reading her blog.

Good words.

Needs more video content.

Maybe she likes it here.

She writes about us. Becomes a brand ambassador.

Up to her. We have more business than we need.

Why are you here? Do you know yet?

My mum had bowel cancer.

She hated chemo.

Of course, it is poison.

And it didn't work.

She came to live with us. Um...

I nursed her.

Put her on the toilet, lifted her off the toilet.

Yes.

She couldn't walk, couldn't eat, couldn't bathe herself.

Terrible.

Traumatic for both of you.

So, you know that doesn't work.

You're here for hope.

That's a good reason.

Walter, my father.

German, Jewish.

Starving after the first war.

I read that he had...

Migraines, yes. Crippling from when he was a boy.

And yet, it was when he was starving that he started to heal.

I was hoping to chat with you a little bit about my sister.

She's struggling at the moment.

She's looking for alternatives,

even though she's been to the doctors.

Because they just got back to her with really bad news, actually.

She really kind of...

Here, hun. You wouldn't have eaten.

Oh, no, that's okay. I'm juicing.

I'd be happy to talk her through it if she's thinking about doing Hirsch.

Do you wanna put her in touch?

You need an agent for all your inquiries.

Um, I have one. A manager.

Oh, that's awesome.

- I didn't know that. - She was doing radiation,

but they say it's metastasizing to her lymph nodes now.

I loved the session.

Full body goose bumps.

Thanks for coming. Um...

Belle. I'm Milla.

- Uh, this is... - Maureen.

Maureen. Sorry.

No, I'm... I'm Belle.

Belle Gibson.

Right!

Autoimmune.

The brain cancer.

Right. Um...

Wow, how are you?

How are you doing? You look so well.

Can we go for a walk and talk? There's a cafe around the corner.

I downloaded the menu. It looks pretty safe.

Oh, my mum's here, so...

Ah, Tamara's here. I'd love to say hi to her too.

We have to get home. Sorry. I've got to juice.

I had an idea for that that I wanted to talk to you about.

A way to track where you're up to that could be automated,

but, a meal planner...

I'm so sorry. I do really have to go.

Um, tell your sister to contact me any time.

- Okay, thank you so much. - Bye.

Have you looked into folic acid for your immune support?

Dried beans, peas, lentils, liver, asparagus?

Her own mother's wedding.

Yeah.

The one thing I have ever asked.

It's just these headaches that, you know, once they come on,

got to get her into a dark room, let her decompress and...

Yeah, but I'll talk to her. Yeah.

She won't listen to you.

You know, I wasn't exaggerating about Annabelle's acting ability.

I'll never forget when she was dumped by her first boyfriend.

She faked a heart attack.

It was so convincing they called the ambulance.

Sound familiar?

That's you.

What did Mum say?

Nothing.

Yes, she did.

What?

Was it about my health?

She doesn't like to...

She finds it hard to share the attention.

Pick you up at 6:00.

Uh, I'm... I'm getting my port out.

- It'll take forever. See you at home. - Okay, you sure?

Love you. Big kiss.

- Bye. Bye, baby. - Bye.

Mummy forgot her laptop.

What a silly mummy.

Oh, no, we don't do any chemo here.

Yeah, I just dropped my partner off out the front.

Are you sure it's chemotherapy today? We have a breast clinic.

It's chemo. She's actually getting her port out.

Okay, um...

- Can I ask? - Yeah.

What sort of cancer is it?

Um...

Yeah.

Uh... Yeah.

Um...

I'll call her, yeah.

We never have to go back there.

Hey, I mean, like, not now, but, uh, um...

I think I would like to try for a baby.

If you wanted.

Okay.

I'm definitely stopping treatment.

I can't get anything done with the brain fog anyway.

I think I've known it for a long time.

I just stopped listening to my intuition.

I want to pull down Organic Baby.

It's... it's too small conceptually.

I mean, that's... that's start-ups.

The first never works.

It's always the second.

Blogs are dead.

The speaking circuit is too small.

I don't need a standing ovation.

I wanna do an app.

One that tracks recipes, gives health advice.

Like a food diary.

You always know what's in your pantry.

You always know what you're putting into your body.

To be well is to be whole.

I wanna be on every person's phone.

Integrated into every meal.

Always right there in the palm of your hand.

Like a coach.

Or a mum, reminding you to look after yourself.

Or a friend.

Like the best friend you ever had.

- Hi. - Hi.

How was work?

Uh, interesting.

Why don't we get some yum cha? I'll tell you all about it.

Maybe not yum cha.

Right. Dumplings not on the meal plan.

Not on the app.

Are you all right? You seem all twitchy.

She's fake, Luce.

I have a source who knows her.

A close personal friend came in off the street to say that

Belle Gibson has faked her entire cancer diagnosis.

No, she hasn't.

I want you to delete the app.

I've met her.

- She is sick. - I don't think so.

Which is some seriously sinister shit.

- I mean, think about it. - She's doing something good.

Something that's genuinely helping people.

Oh, fuck. She's preying on you.

Why are you being so stupid?

Why are you yelling at me?

Sorry.

You know I can't talk to you without Lucy present.

Yeah, I know. It's an article for The Age

about a woman faking terminal brain cancer.

Allegedly.

She's meant to have cured herself using healthy eating.

- Is that possible? - No.

You can say that without looking at any scans?

Yes.

May I ask how?

I went to medical school.

Lucy idolizes her.

You need to say something.

She won't listen.

They don't, in my experience.

- Justin, I'm very busy. But-- - Yeah.

But let me know how I can help with the story.

I hate these people.

There's a lot of us that do.

Why don't you stay over

so you don't have to come back for your car?

I'm fine.

Okay. Ground rules.

You do exactly what I tell you?

Yes, boss.

- No paid interviews. - Yes, boss.

All right.

Love you, Hek.

Text me when you're home safe.

Love you.

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