All language subtitles for Five Bedrooms s02e06 Twenty-Seven Weeks.eng

Previously on Five Bedrooms...

Joseph's not talking about
a new career.

- It's just a stopgap.
- Exactly.

Joe, you don't have to
flick me a pity job just to impress Lizzie.

Yeah, there's
an attraction here.

It would be a mistake.

Not only did I make a complete
dick of myself with Joseph,

the only person I have
slept with - my ex-husband.

You do realise
it's 2:30 in the morning?

Your point is?

There have been several
accusations of bullying made against you.

- Bullying?
- And in response, she blew up and quit the nursing home.

That particularly cute guy
is into you,

and I'm into the idea
that you might be into him.

If the two of you want to kick
on, I live around the corner.

- Hang on. Ah!
- Yes!

I'm having a girl too, so...

So you know, it's not like
I've forgiven you or anything.

As long as our girls
can be close.

- How close?
- Sisters.

AINSLEY: I wanted my child
to grow up

in a house of equals.

A house of respect,
cooperation.

Harry, can you hand me
the dooverlackie?

- The allen key?
- Yeah, the thingummybob.

- Here.
- Oh, she knows.

A house with
a fair degree of mess

but a greater degree of heart.

I'm just questioning if this is
actually a five-person job.

Maybe I'd be better placed
sourcing wine.

It's more about
the ritual of it.

I'm just literally
holding the instructions.

I'm not even interpreting them.
I'm just...holding them.

- Page turn, please.
- You're not up to that bit yet.

I'm just trying to include you.

But once I got into
my third trimester,

it was hard not to notice
some divisions forming.

Harry and Liz were
gainfully employed,

dashing home from
their full-time jobs...

Oh, no. You're not
going already?

Yeah. My Uber's
two minutes away.

- Sorry.
- Oh, God. I miss you!

I miss you too.

- Coffee tomorrow.
- Yes. Yeah, yeah.

- I'll text you, I promise. OK?
- OK. Have fun.

..only to head back out again
to an equally rich social life.

Then there was Heather and Ben.

Unemployed, close to broke,

they'd asked for extra house
duties in lieu of paying bills.

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh! Ains.
Give it here.

- I'm already halfway there...
- Just let him do his bit.

I'm not super comfortable
being waited on.

Well, it's not about
your comfort.

- What's it about?
- Our pain.

I wasn't sure where I sat
on the privilege scale.

Maybe the lower end
of the middle?

And I wasn't sure
if it was something

I should be worried about.

LACHLAN: Ains!

I've got some
pretty exciting news.

Evie is now officially
on the waitlist

for St Alena's Ladies' College.

And her sister
will be enrolled as well.

They'll be together!
And look at the facilities.

Eight sports fields.

Three theatres...

Isn't this all a bit premature?

It would have been nice
to be consulted.

No, Mel's really done
her homework here, Ains.

She looked up over 50 graduates
from St Alena's

versus graduates
from public schools.

- Look at this.
- (SIGHS) Who is that?

Well, do you think she went to
St Alena's or a public school?

- Could be either.
- OK, this one.

- Um...
- St Alena's.

St Alena's...

And now let's just look up
a public school graduate.

Just...just randomly.

- There.
- Oh, my God. Is that a mugshot?

One of her better
Instagram posts.

Lachlan, I went
to a public school.

It was a different world
back then, Ains.

My parents educated me
privately the whole way.

- It was the making of me.
- You just said it was a very different world back then.

Yeah, well,
that part's the same.

Look how nice their teeth are.

Do you have a minute?

Yeah. Do you mind
if I keep raking?

This wind's gonna stuff me up
if I stop.

Yeah, of course.

I was just wondering
if you had an opinion

about public
versus private schools.

(LAUGHS) Not really qualified
to weigh in on that one, Ains.

Well, you do have a child
who attends the same school

that I'm considering
for my child.

Wow. You're considering schools
before she's even born?

Apparently we are, yes.

Well, I had bugger-all
to do with it.

Mia's mum chose St Alena's,
and...

..truth be told, she pays
the lion's share of the fees,

so it's a bit...

- Do you think
she's happy there? - Ohh...

Has it had any effect at all,
being around all that privilege?

Um... (SIGHS)

I'll tell you what. She's coming
over for dinner this week.

So why don't you
cut out the middleman

and...hit her up yourself?

AINSLEY: I sensed
it might not be the ideal time

to ask the house
about wealth and privilege.

But for a decision this big,
I needed everyone's opinion...

Sorry. Just...

..no matter how painful
they may be.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)

Oh! I can't tell which one
of you two is glowing more.

- What is your fucking problem?
- Sorry?

You sold me on this whole "Let's
make them sisters" bullshit.

That's not gonna happen if
yours goes to some dero school and mine goes here.

Mine won't even want to make
eye contact with yours

at the train station,
and...I'm not gonna make her.

Mel, I'm not saying no. I'm just
saying I need more information.

OK? I'm conducting
my own independent research.

- We're having Mia over
for dinner. - Who?

Ben's daughter.
She's a student here.

So, it'll be great
to get her two cents.

What the fuck would she know?
She's a kid! It's a school!

- Of course she's gonna hate it.
- Yeah.

And if there's any concerns
with Ben's daughter,

it might not be
the school's fault.

I mean, it could be genetic.
I'm just saying.

OK, rude and unnecessary.

Look, I'm just not sure

about exposing her
to this level of privilege.

That is the whole
fucking point.

Good morning.
I'm Olivia Shelton-Woods.

Welcome to
St Alena's Ladies' College.

- Good morning, Olivia.
- Good morning. - Hello.

I'll be guiding you on your tour
of our facilities today,

so if you have any questions
at any point,

please don't hesitate to ask.

- Lovely. Thank you.
- Thank you, Olivia.

We're standing in
the Margaret Connor Wing.

Margaret, known as 'Madge',
was one of the first two women

employed by the Victoria Police
in 1916 -

a trailblazing pioneer

and tireless advocate
for women's rights.

Now, if you'd like
to follow me,

we'll head on over
to the Barclay Commons.

Lovely. Yes. Lead on.

She's impressive, isn't she?

Just be fucking cool!

Do not blow this for me.

HARRY: Sorry. So sorry.

I'm down to my last two minutes.
Pat's on reception.

I've lied, inferred a delicate
medical situation, so...go.

- What do you want to know?
- Every single thing!

Um...uh, how many occasions now?

Two. So, there was, um,
once with the DJ

and just this weekend with
Jason the political strategist.

Ooh. OK. Let's start
with the DJ.

Would we, um...class it
as a positive experience?

It was predominantly
quite...good. (SIGHS)

Well, I was in the room
and I wasn't...in the room,

if that makes any sense.

That's my whole life. Um...

How did...how did it operate
logistically?

Uh...hmm.
Well, we fooled around, and...

No, I mean, um...
So, like, was it one pairing and then another pairing?

Oh! Um...no.
It was more all in.

- Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
- So, was that challenging?

Like, in terms of...
choreography?

The...the awkward part
was actually the next morning.

- (PHONE ALARM BLEEPS)
- Fuck!

I just have so many questions.
Um...

Are...are you OK?

I'm mildly paranoid that people
just want to sleep with Xavier

and I'm, like,
the price of admission.

Harry, that's...that's
ridiculous. OK, look at me.

You are...

..spectacular.

OK? It is a glorious
package deal.

I...I don't want to
make you uncomfortable,

but I've visualised it,
and...and...

..I will do it again,
because it delivers.

Whoa, whoa, wait!
That wasn't even a minute.

At...at least give me
your headlines. How are you?

Uh...um...

Yeah, no, I'm...

..I'm in quite good spirits.

OK, I would say that
things are...are complicated,

but also surprisingly simple.

Um... (CHUCKLES)

I've engaged the services
of my ex-husband.

In what capacity?

Well, it's not about who did
what to whom in what order.

Um, I think
the important thing is that...

Are you seriously
seeing Stuart again?

Well, not...not seriously.
No. God! No.

It's just...a few impulse visits
to...to...to his garage.

Actually, four now.
But I never stay over.

He's literally servicing me.
I have all the power.

I don't even think
it's healthy for Stuart.

And you know what?
I don't even care.

No, you have to call work
and create more medical drama.

You can't just drop a bomb
like that and walk away.

And we'll talk about it
when we have time.

It's just...I'm fine. Really.

This is a new dynamic
for Stuart and I,

and I would say
a vastly superior one.

I mean, just think of me as a...

..as a casual user and I can
give up whenever I want.

That's what Audrey Hepburn said
about smoking.

Ha! She died of colon cancer,
not lung.

So...see you tomorrow.

Well, we've already
learned something today.

What's that?

Some of our housemates
are a little too comfortable

being served by us.

Ains and Xavier -
appropriately embarrassed.

Liz and Harry - no shame.
Total silver-spooners.

No! Hazza's not
a realsilver-spooner.

He just...you know, he looks
a bit like one in his work kit.

Get on the next round
of top-ups. You'll see.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Hey. Top-up?
- Oh, Ben, you don't have to.

No, you've already made
the entire meal!

It's alright. It's fine.
Take it while you can get it.

- I can pour my own wine.
- Just take it.

It's just easier for everyone
that way.

Thanks, mate.

- Yeah. Oh, absolutely.
- Top-up?

It's all me, but I hasten to add
that I'm not inviting commentary

from the broader household
at this time.

- HARRY: Interesting.
- Hazza? Top-up?

I can't believe you're even
dipping your toes back in, after everything.

And I acknowledge
your confusion...

Oh, Ben. Sorry, I...I...

It's alright, mate.
Finish him off.

But, um, I have
the upper hand here.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- Oh, here she is!

- G'day, mate! Hey.
- Hi, Mia!

Look at you!
Mia, this is Xavier.

In the flesh.
The man, the myth, the legend.

I've told her all about you,
mate, yeah.

We've, uh, been
on your Insta together.

- Oh.
- BEN: She prefers you clean-shaven,

but I'm all about
the stubble, mate.

Oh, my God, Dad!

Well, it's very nice
to meet you, Mia.

Your dad's a big fan of Insta,
isn't he?

Yeah. Oh, well. You hungry?

So...Mia, I hope you don't mind,

but I'd love to hear
about St Alena's.

Oh, yeah. Dad said.

Um...are the teachers OK?
Do you like it there?

Yeah. The teachers
are really nice.

And?

And...

..it's a really good
environment.

Maybe, um, you know, tell 'em

about the facilities
and stuff, mate?

Um...well, the chairs are
really comfortable.

We have standing desks in
some of the classrooms as well.

Mia, you know you can say
whatever you want to us.

Yeah, of course, Mia.
You...say anything.

Well, some of the girls
are kind of...

What?

..are kind of bitches.

- What, really?
- They are.

They're all so rich
and they go on holidays to Europe and Port Douglas.

I just don't feel like
I fit in.

- Oh.
- Sorry.

- That's OK. That happens.
- I'd be proud.

Sorry, proud?

Yeah! Of not fitting in
with the rich kids.

If it's any consolation, Mia,
I was a bit of an outsider too,

which was partially
because of the rich kids

and partially
my love for Les Mis.

(OTHERS LAUGH)

And...and for what
it's worth, Mia,

I also went to an all-girls
private school, and...

..God, I remember all the power
struggles amongst the girls,

but it also gave me this
wonderful start in life and...

..you know, some
really cherished memories.

You would have been
so up yourself.

I was a bit up myself. Yeah.

Do you want my two cents' worth?

I don't know about anyone else,
but I am ready for dessert.

Breeding grounds for arseholes.

You send Evie
to a private school,

I will not be her godmother.

- Oh, my God!
- It's true.

Mia knows what I think.
Those little fucking straw hats.

- It's...it's child abuse.
- They're so uncomfortable.

I think that's a bit far.

I actually think
they're quite fetching.

- I...I love a little boater.
- Yes, and...sun-smart.

LIZ: And, you know,
at the end of the day,

throw a lot of money
at something,

you generally get
a better result,

and, Ains, I think that's fine
if you want that for Evie.

Thank you all for...

Yeah, so as long as
yourchild does well,

I mean, who cares about
anything else, right?

Sorry?

I just think that the whole
private school system,

it...it hurts other kids.

(LAUGHS) OK.

How exactly?

Well, billions and billions of
dollars goes to private schools.

That's taxpayer money.
I mean, that should be going to public education.

I think it's a bit more
complicated than that.

Plus, they're tribalising kids.

They are teaching children
to be elitist arseholes.

Well, frankly, I just think

that the whole system
should be abolished.

Let's clear some plates,
I think...

Do not get out of your chairs.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hey. Mia's only 13.

- So...
- What?

Well, you might want
to tone it down a bit.

She's a smart kid, Harry,
and this is what I believe.

No, I realise that, but...

- Do you disagree with me?
- No!

I hated school with an absolute
passion. You know that. But...

..it's just really important for
me that you and Liz get along.

Come on. We aregetting along.

I mean, I'm always gonna
call out bullshit,

no matter how close I am
to the person who's spouting it.

And under normal circumstances,
I'd agree with you,

and...and so would Liz, but...

..she's in a bit of
a strange place right now.

Her defences are up
and she's flaring her nostrils,

and I just think
while we're in a group setting,

if you could please
just back away.

OK. Fine.

I'll change the subject.

LIZ: The most important thing is

to be open to other people's
perspectives, you know,

and really hear them.

Yeah, spot-on, Lizzie.

LIZ: You know,
at the end of the day,

the biggest problem -
intolerance.

Yeah, or is the real problem...

..not talking about
the real problems?

I'm sorry, everyone.
I'm sorry, Mia.

Just to be clear, I think you're
a total joy and super cool,

and I hope you know this is not
a comment on you at all.

I mean, I just...
I cannot, in good conscience, support the profound inequality

that is the private
school system.

You know, I...I respect
a lot of your arguments.

Um, you're...you're passionate
and you're idealistic.

I'm probably a bit
more...pragmatic.

(CHUCKLES)
Yeah, but is it pragmatism?

Or is it justifying privilege?

On that note...

..Ben, Heather, thank you
so much for a lovely dinner.

The chickpea salad
was just delicious.

- You're not gonna have dessert?
- Thanks, no.

I think I've had my fill.

(DOOR OPENS AND SLAMS)

Hang on. Didn't Harry go
to private school?

Thank you!

- And he didn't bring it up?
- No.

Well...he did, but not...
not in a helpful way.

He didn't defend me at all.

It was basically
Xavier attacking me,

saying that I was privileged.

Me! I mean, the woman who's
drinking cask wine out of a...

..a chipped mug in a garage,
where I'm about to have sex

on a mattress which is
being held up by milk crates.

Are we really about to have sex?

Well, I mean, I'm here.

Well, I mean, to be fair,
you were...

..quite privileged.

Oh, you want to get on board
the shit-on-Liz train, do you?

- What, you prefer just blind
support in silence, do you? - Yes.

Isn't that exactly
what you're accusing Harry of?

(PHONE RINGS)

This'll be interesting.

Hello?

(SIGHS) So, that went well.
(CHUCKLES)

- Thanks for the backup.
- What?

Xavier was totally
out of order.

He...he crossed line after line

and you just...you sat there
and you said nothing.

What was I supposed to say? You
were both making a lot of sense.

Bullshit! I was making sense.

He made some
very salient points.

He was regurgitating platitudes
for the sake of argument.

Come on. My God, he was...
he was rude and self-righteous.

Well, so were you!

I was nothing but respectful,
and you know it. Thank you.

Are you...

..are you at Stuart's?

That's not...relevant.

What, so you just
run to Stuart now?

No, I...drove here, Harry,
under the speed limit.

He's your confidant, is he?

Well, you're never around.

If you think you can have

a casual fling with your
ex-husband, you're delusional.

I'm...I'm delusional?

You're the one who's having
an open relationship

when it clearly
makes you uncomfortable.

- At least I'm in control.
- I'm in control!

You're having three-ways
purely to make Xavier happy.

You were electrified
by the threesomes yesterday.

I was trying
to give you permission to feel good about it.

Ido feel good about it!

Do you?

Liz, just because you've
failed at more relationships than I have

doesn't make you
any sort of expert.

This is charming.

Isn't it?

I'm hanging up.

So am I.

AINSLEY: This decision
was agonising enough

when I was worried
about the cost,

let alone
the ethical nightmare.

I could be denying her
a world of opportunity

if I didn't send her
to a fancy school,

or polluting her with
God knows what if I did.

You right, Ains?

(SIGHS) Sorry.

Was I noisy?

Nah, nah, nah. I'm awake.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Just...

..a bit uncomfortable.

Oh.

(AINSLEY SIGHS)

Did you go to a public
or a private school?

Uh, kinda...both.

Well, it was a religious school

that did cost a little bit,
but...

..not as much as, like,
a proper private school.

It was more like a hybrid.

Do you think
it was good for you?

Uh...definitely had an effect.

'Cause I do feel pretty hybrid.

In life, you know.

If it was just Evie,
I definitely wouldn't.

But if she has to watch
her sister

go to some...really...

- (GROANS)
- You right?

- What is it?
- (GROANS)

- (PANTS)
- Ains.

- What can I do?
- (GROANS) Get Heather.

OK.

Heather!

- When did it start?
- Just now.

OK. Can you describe it?

It's, like, the worst period
pain ever, all up in my back.

OK.

(SNIFFS) It's labour, isn't it?

- It's too early.
- Listen to me.

It's probably Braxton Hicks.
It's very common.

There's nothing to be
alarmed about.

OK.

- And if it's not?
- Hey. What can I do?

Just help me get her
onto the couch.

Alright. You right, Ains?

Hang on.
Hang on, hang on, hang on.

She's pretty much cooked, yeah?
If this is go time?

27 weeks.
A long way from cooked.

(SIGHS) Oh, man.

Hey.

- How are you feeling?
- Better, I think.

- Definitely better than before.
- Good.

Um, was the pain, was it...
was it coming in waves?

Kind of. Why?

Look, it's probably nothing,

but I reckon we should
head to the hospital.

- Oh, no. Heath!
- Ains!

They're probably just gonna
send you straight home.

I just don't to be
one of those sooky mums

who goes in when nothing's wrong
and all the nurses think...

(MOANS)

You're driving.

- Come on. Up.
- You're right. You right?

(SIGHS) Can someone
call Lachlan?

- Yeah. Yeah.
- No worries. Take your time.

- That's it.
- Nice and slow.

- (GROANS)
- Nice and slow.

- You right?
- Mmm.

It's going straight
to voicemail. Not ringing.

- Just send him a text.
- No!

Ains, we need to get you
to the hospital.

Can someone go to his house?
He's on Roderick Street.

Yeah, yeah. You want me
to call Lizzie or Hazza?

Just get Lachlan.
Bring him to the hospital.

- BEN: Alright.
- OK. Nice and slow.

Come on, big breaths. Come on.
Big breaths. That's it.

- You're right. You're right.
- Good girl.

(PANTS)

Bugger.

It's Roderick. Bugger!

Um...

(RINGING TONE)

RECORDING: Heather Doyle.
Leave a message.

- (BEEP)
- Heath.

Alright, you're gonna kill me,
but...

..look, Ainsley said
Roderick Street.

If she said what street number,
I can't remember it,

so if you could just text me.

I'm sorry. I know you're
probably really busy right now.

Just, uh...text me. Sorry.

Come on, you dickhead.

You fucking idiot.

Work it out. It's...

(SHOUTS) Lachlan!

(DOGS BARK)

Lachlan Best! Lachlan!

MAN: Jesus, mate! It's 1am!

Yeah, I'm sorry, everyone.
I just need Lachlan Best!

Lachlan!

Fuck's sake!

- Hey, Mel!
- I am 33 weeks pregnant!

I'm really sorry, Mel.
I need to speak to Lachlan.

It is a miracle
when I fall asleep!

And the first decent sleep I've
had in a month just gets shat on

by some prick in stubbie shorts!

- What's going on?
- (SIGHS)

WOMAN: Well, it's definitely
not Braxton Hicks,

which is obviously not ideal,

but you're responding really
well to the nifedipine,

- so, hopefully...
- LACHLAN: Ains!

I am so sorry about the phone.

Mel's been having
so much trouble sleeping,

so I'm in the habit of putting
it on airplane mode at night.

Mel is the other woman
Lachlan has also impregnated.

Are you OK?

I gave everyone a bit of
a fright, but I think so.

The contractions are easing
and the baby's heart rate is very good.

Worst-case scenario,
you'll have to really rest up

for the remainder
of your pregnancy,

but the way you're
responding to treatment,

it's not looking likely.

We'll keep you in
for a couple of days, monitoring, doing blood tests,

and then you should be able
to go home.

LACHLAN: Thank God.

Do you think...

..is stress a factor
at play here?

Because I've been finding
meditation really helpful,

and I'd be more than happy
to lead a meditation right now.

I thought hewas the father.

No, it's this guy
in the dinosaur pyjamas.

(OPENS AND CLOSES DOOR)

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Heather rang?
- Texted.

What's your latest update?

Just that they stopped
the labour, but she needs...

Clothes, toiletries,
assorted ladies' items.

She's sending us
the same messages.

Will she want make-up and stuff
in the hospital?

I don't know.
You...you work in hospitals.

Do patients wear make-up?

I don't know.
If in doubt, pack it.

Which bits?

OK, you...you go clothes.

OK.

(SIGHS)

Look, given the...circumstances,
I propose a ceasefire.

Agreed. (SIGHS)

There's just one thing
I need to say.

OK, I've only ever had
two failed relationships.

Oh, I was lashing out.

You've only ever been with Pete,
and that didn't work out.

I mean, that's
a 100% failure rate.

I just took us back there.
Sorry.

Withdraw that last statement.

But I'm not a failure, Harry.

No, you're...you're not.

You know, and I hear
your concerns about Stuart.

I know you think that I'm
going backwards, but I'm not.

I poured years of love
into that man for a reason.

So it isserious?

Let's just focus on
the task at hand for now.

- Thank God they'rehere.
- (LAUGHS)

Col fell asleep four times
when I was in labour with Timmy.

It was like having a narcoleptic
as a birth partner.

- (LAUGHS)
- Seriously.

36-hour labour.

I'm crowning, yelling at him,

"Get yourself
a bloody Moccona!"

(LAUGHS)

Five minutes after the birth,

he falls asleep sitting up
and he does his neck!

(BOTH LAUGH)

First two months of
Timmy's life - "Love, love.

"Can you hold him up
at eye level so I can see him?"

(LAUGHS)

Lovely.

So, when's the last time
you felt any pain?

Um, not since you gave me
whatever you gave me.

Excellent.

- Oh!
- Hey. Are you OK?

AINSLEY: I'm so much better.

We've, um, kind of packed
a ridiculous amount of stuff.

Oh, yeah, we just decided
to bring absolutely everything,

then you can decide
what you don't need.

Mmm. I'm not sure I'll need
a hair straightener.

Oh, that was my selection.
I felt strongly about it.

Thank you.

Uh...OK, there's, uh...there's
way too many people in here.

The staff are
getting the shits.

We need to clear out
and just give 'em some room.

You want a lift home, mate?
I could drop you.

Well, obviously,
I'm not leaving.

Actually, Lachlan,
would you mind going in to work

and letting them know
what's happening?

And what about your parents?
Should I give them a call?

Let's not panic them just yet.

I'll see you soon.

(SIGHS)

When I first got the message
about all this,

I did have
the horrifying thought

maybe the brouhaha over dinner
might have brought it all on.

No!

Well, uh...um...
I'm sorry it got so heated.

And just to be clear, Ains,

wherever you do decide
to send Evie to school,

we'll all be right behind you,
right, guys?

- Of course.
- Yeah, for sure.

Thank you.

HARRY: Heather?

Yeah, look, I-I think
I've made it pretty clear

I'm not a huge fan
of the private system...

You havemade that clear. Yep.

But we all know I'm gonna love
the hell out of that kid

no matter what school
she goes to,

even if she is a...
stuck-up, entitled, privil...

- Thank you, Heather.
- Love her to death.

LIZ: And, you know,
in the spirit of conciliation,

I should just acknowledge
that I do think

the concern about
an atmosphere of privilege

is a...legitimate one.

I really do.

But I would also add

that one of the blessings of the
house that she'll grow up in

is that no matter
where she goes to school,

she will be exposed
to people of...all stripes.

What does that mean?

What stripe am I?
The povo stripe?

- No! You're the...you're the...
- Go on.

No, you are
the salt of the earth.

- Exactly. Thank you.
- So I'm mulch, basically?

- BEN: No, that's not...
- I'm the manure in the soil.

Don't forget, it's the soil
that makes the flowers grow.

And are you the flower
in this scenario, Liz?

You're twisting my words,
Heather!

HEATHER: Am I? Or am I just
quoting you verbatim?

- The wind beneath our wings.
- Heather.

Why is it getting slower?

I'll get someone.

(PRESSES BUTTON)

In the second bed.

Hello, Ainsley. I'm Dr Newell.

I'm afraid your baby is
experiencing foetal distress.

What does that mean?

It means we need to get you
into surgery. Right now.

Can she come with me?

- Of course. Course I'm coming.
- Yes. Yes, she can.

- Call Lachlan.
- BEN: Yep. No worries.

Ainsley, you may feel
a bit of pressure,

a bit of a tingling sensation.

You shouldn't feel
any pain at all.

Just take a nice deep breath in
for me.

And...that's it. Well done.

That should start to take effect
straightaway.

It's too soon.

She's still growing, yeah,

but she's got her lungs
and her nervous system.

She's just a little early.

Ainsley, are you feeling
any pain?

I'm...I don't think so.

OK.

Mm-hm.

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

(ALARM BEEPS)

Maternal BP dropping.

Heavy meconium-stained liquor.

- (AINSLEY BREATHES SHAKILY)
- It's OK.

(SIGHS)

Ainsley, we just have to do
some work on your daughter.

(GASPS)

Well, is she...

They're working, Ains.
Just...just let 'em work.

Oh, come on, baby.

Breathe.
One, two, three. Breathe.

One, two, three. Breathe.

(SOBS) Heather!

It's OK. It's OK.

(AINSLEY MOANS)

One, two, three. Breathe.

One, two, three. Breathe.

One, two, three.

- Breathing?
- No.

(AINSLEY SOBS)

Ainsley, I'm so sorry.

Can I see her?

Of course.

(GASPS)

I'm so sorry.

- They said they stopped it.
- They did stop it.

But then the baby was in
distress, and they had...

But she was where
she was supposed to be.

She was fine,
and they stopped it.

Do you want to just sit down
with me for a bit?

- I want to see Ainsley.
- And she wants to see you too.

She's in there.

She's with Evie.

And she needs you.

Lachlan, this is probably

the worst thing
you'll ever go through.

No-one deserves this.

But you cannot take confusion
into that room.

This is real.

It's happening.

It's happened.

And you can't take any need
in there with you.

You just have to be there
for Ainsley.

I don't know if I'm...

..I might not be strong enough.

Just pretend you are.

Oh, she's beautiful.

(SOBS)

I was worried it was just me.

But she is, isn't she?

(SOBS)

Excuse me. Sorry.

Um, can I just confirm
that Ainsley Elling

will go straight
to a private room?

(TYPES)

Ainsley Elling.
She's just out of theatre.

Yes, we'll find her a room.

Uh, she may just have to stay
in recovery for a while.

She will go immediately
to a private room.

We're at capacity with rooms
right now, but I promise you...

You've got women in single rooms
watching telly.

I am more than happy to
personally explain the situation

to every one of those women
if that's what it takes,

and I will do it.

I will physically
move them myself.

I understand your distress,
but we do have a system...

Do not tell me about the system.
I amthe fucking system.

Excuse me, Trace?

I'll sort it.

Could you see if Mrs Whannell
could maybe move into the ward?

Do you want me to stay
and keep the pressure on?

Do not get in that woman's way.

She probably hasn't had a decent
lunchbreak in over a decade.

Someone needs to tell
Des and Cheryl.

Yep. I'll do that.

Someone has to go home, get her
room nice, change the sheets.

- Yep.
- BEN: What about the nursery?

We're still a good few weeks
off finishing it.

You have to let it go.

She can't come home and recover

in the middle
of a construction site, Ben.

You have to stop.

(DOOR OPENS)

Uh, I didn't want to say
anything in front of Ainsley,

but, um...

..I'm meant to take Mel
to an appointment.

Should I...

Do you think I should cancel?

You should do what you need.

Mate, if...if you need anything,
um, I'm around.

Right.

They're getting a private room
ready for you.

They'll move you there soon.

Can I take Evie with me?

Of course.

Of course you can.

I'll be sleeping in the corridor
if you...

..you know, need company
or just, uh...

..just anything.

No.

Actually, I need you to do
one more thing for me.

Name it.

I need you
to look after Lachlan.

He's...

It...

..it hasn't hit him.

I need you to look after him.

Whatever you want.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I don't think
I'm up to telling her.

Or the appointment or...

Get yourself in the shower.
I'll make some coffee.

I'll get you there.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SHOWER RUNS)

(SIGHS)

I've got coffee.

Lachlan?

Lachlan, if you don't answer me,
I'm coming in.

No-one wants that.

Can you hear me?

Oh, fuck's sake.

(SHOWER RUNS)

Next time onFive Bedrooms...

HEATHER: How are you feeling
about coming home?

I just want a couch and...

..comfort food and old movies

and just a...
a normal day at home.

Apparently, the last thing
he said to Ains was,

"Don't worry about the nursery.
I'll get it done."

I could lend a hand
if that would help.

I don't know what the situation
is with the two of you.

I just don't think this is
the time or place for it.

I guess Stuart's uniquely
qualified in that he's here.

Where's Xavier?

This is Stuart Wendell,
uh, my...my ex-husband.

I have been hearing amazing
things about you for a decade.

My son speaks
very poorly of you.

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