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The board has agreed to
hold a membership vote

on whether we have a
women's team or not.

- (GASPS IN PAIN)
- MAN: Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Torn ACL.

I'm done.

I'm glad you're home.

You should go home to Trav. He's
under a lot of pressure, Mads.

(GASPS FOR BREATH)

Samira! You think I slept with her?

Oh, you've got it arse about, Paige.

I didn't sleep with her. Liam did.

So, Kath, what are you
going to do about Liam?

- I just can't afford a scandal right now.
- Kath, you're the president.

Send a message.

He is manipulating you
like he manipulated Samira.

What have you done?

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS)

Oh, really dragging
this one out, aren't you?

It happened yesterday.
What am I supposed to do?

Send him a text message?

Well, it's better than making him bacon

and then telling him you boned your ex.

I'm trying to soften the blow,
not blow up my relationship.

Well, the longer it takes...

- (DOORBELL RINGS)
- ... the more painful it's gonna be.

- (PHONE VIBRATES)
- Like a Brownlow.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Do it straight away or you'll regret it.

- MAN: Mm! Something smells good.
- (FRONT DOOR CLOSES)

Oh, it's nothing, really.

- What?! Oh.
- I'll leave you guys to it.

So, school holidays are coming
up. I thought we could get away.

You ever been to Daylesford?

Mineral springs, lavender farms,

antique shops, it's
basically like Disneyland...

- (PHONE RINGS)
- ... for old people.

- What do you think?
- Huh?

(ON VOICEMAIL) Hey. You've
called Paige Dunkeley.

Leave me a message and
I'll get back to you.

- (VOICEMAIL BEEPS)
- MAN: You all right?

Yeah, I'm just trying to
get in touch with Paige.

How about trying to get in
touch with your balls instead?

Why don't you give us a hand instead
of being stuck on the injury list?

Are you fucking kidding me?

- You prick, Liam.
- Oh, hey! Come on.

You don't have proof.

COMMENTATOR: Well, this was
the game the Southern Jets

were expected to win,
especially given the return

of second-year sensation
Daniel Fletcher,

but they bombed out in a big way.

COMMENTATOR 2: Back-to-back defeats

see the Southern Jets now
slip out of the top two.

Certainly doesn't seem to
be much harmony out there.

Oh, there's a bit of tension
between Marrello and Flynn.

It appears the pressure is even getting

to affable coach Travis Cochran.

They can deny it's a crisis
until the cows come home,

but something's definitely
wrong at the Southern Jets.

They're a long way off it
right now, and at four and six,

they are staring down the
barrel of another wasted season.

Travis Cochran will have to
expect the blowtorch this week

after another unexpected loss.

So, how does the side on top
suddenly lose six on the trot?

- It's enough to pull your hair out.
- I need to see some fucking lift!

KATH: Yes, I know it is our
sixth loss in a row, Bob,

but this is the time
for us to be united.

If we start breaking into factions now,

it's not going to do anyone any good.

Yeah, of course. We'll talk
about it more next week.

Bye.

- Found anything good?
- Not yet.

That's OK. There's no rush.

So, I'm guessing the
board are as calm as ever.

(SIGHS) What gave that away?

It's just a bad run of form,
nothing more temporary than that.

Seems the only temporary
thing is Trav's run as coach.

That's ridiculous.
He's coached 10 games.

Yeah, and the board will tell
you that he's lost 60% of them.

Trav can coach. He just
needs to be given the time.

And I'm working as hard as I can to
give him as much time as possible.

Yeah, I know.

Maybe he just needs to
figure it out, and fast.

Why don't you move Rusty forward?

Then we lose his run out
of the back line, though.

Well, maybe you have to
rob Peter to pay Paul.

I would steal from Mother Teresa
to get a win at this point.

Oh, stop it. I've got enough
Catholic guilt as it is.

Anyway, I'll... I'll sort this out.
You get to work. You'll be late.

- I've actually taken the week off.
- What?

Oh, I just thought it was a
good time for a bit of a break

with the school holidays and everything.

Good opportunity for some self-care.

I know things have been
tough lately, but...

... are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Why don't you shake things up
with the boys, try something new?

There is this one thing,
but it's a bit... New Age.

20-somethings love that.

They're all into kombucha and
the healing power of crystals.

(CHUCKLES)

This club has a strong
history of embracing diversity.

- Waah! Oh!
- (SCREAMS)

You scared the crap out of me!

I didn't realise you'd
be doing a speech.

Oh, look, OK, I have a whole room
of people cold-calling members today.

Tomorrow, I'm appearing live
on the Southern Jets website

to sell to people the
merits of a women's team

and convince members to vote for it.

Right. Well, is there
anything that I can do to help?

Yeah, you can talk
about last night's date

- to take my mind off this.
- There's not much to tell, really.

The movie was terrible,
but my seat reclined, so...

you win some, you lose some.

- And... ?
- And... what?

Whatever it is you're not saying.

It's Shane's housemate's birthday
and he wants me to meet his friends.

You've got nothing to worry
about. They're going to love you.

It's not that. It's...

Well, it's what comes next.

Then things start to get serious
and I just don't want to rush things.

OK. All right. How about
this? I will come with you.

- We'll make a night of it.
- No, you don't have to do that.

No, no, no, it'll be good for me
to get out of the house. Trust me.

The dance floor might be safe, but
we could still have a good time.

- Get back to work, Marrello.
- What are you doing here?

Helping Jessie before
voting closes tomorrow.

Oh, I didn't know you cared
so much about women's football.

I like the players.

Now, if that's Trav's
coaching manual, throw it out.

(CHUCKLES) I wish.

Ideas from my management,
they want to rebuild my brand.

Let's have a look at this.

Oh! (LAUGHS) What in
God's name is this?!

It's a sponsorship opportunity.

They build orthopaedic
mattresses for athletes.

Annabelle's suggestions, no doubt.

The only time that you
should ever be seen on a bed

is in an Armani underwear ad.

Yeah, I don't think they've called.

Yeah, and they're never
going to if you do this.

I should get in there.

I'll see you around.

Bye!

All right, sit down. Get started.

We've only got three hours to do this,

and then I'm going clubbing
with Rusty and Shane's friends

- to take my mind off tomorrow.
- I'm in.

- Um, I don't think it's a group thing.
- Yeah, OK. I'm in too.

Yeah, Mumma needs a night out. Kath?

No, I've got to work. You
girls have a great time.

Well, I am not missing out on this one,

- and all the impossibly cute gay boys.
- Yay! Girls night!

OK, uh, I'll let Rusty know.

What?

You know that you can't avoid being
alone with your boyfriend forever.

I'm not.

- All right, then. Don't tell him.
- I can't do that.

You can do whatever you want,

but do me a favour and
make a bloody decision.

Football, it's a pretty simple game.

It's about relationships,

that the blokes you trust
have your backs out there.

So, I'd like us to go around the room

and reveal something about yourselves
that the others may not know.

Come on.

Good on you. The floor's yours.

My nan didn't really
like footy all that much,

but she pretended just so that
we'd have something to talk about.

Then, when I was 13, she died.

And then I didn't really like
footy all that much either.

But I realised that, if I kept playing,

then we could still have
something to talk about,

and so I did, and to this day,

after every match, we
still have a little chat,

and, yeah, she still has
a go at my kicking, so...

(CHUCKLING)

All right.

OK, who's next?

(SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMENT)

Just like we spoke about.

Focus on the stoppages now.
Clear it out to the forwards.

Up!

(SHOUTS OF ENCOURAGEMENT)

- Yeah!
- MAN: That's it!

That's a team!

Mate, I'm sorry I didn't
know about your nan.

How could you? I made it up.

- What?
- Yeah, it was bullshit.

Just like whatever that whole thing was.

She's not dead?

No, she's probably on the
Gold Coast getting day-drunk.

What? Lighten up. What do you expect
with all that touchy-feely crap?

- (LAUGHTER)
- Hey!

You ready? Next group.

- Let's go, boys.
- Let's go, boys.

No, no, no. Don't even think about it.

How did you even know
who I was going to call?

I could tell by your pathetic
little hangdog face. Hey!

You got plans tonight?

No, I'm going out with
Shane and his friends.

Well, and Jessie.

And now, apparently,
Paige, Tahlia and Maddy.

How romantic.

Hey, do you mind if me and
a few of the boys join you?

I mean, everyone else seems to be, so...

Hey, I was thinking we
should all go out tonight.

A bit of bonding would be good.

Sounds sweet.

- I'm down.
- I'll sort it out and let you know.

Uh-huh?

Oh, it could be a bit of fun.

Yeah, I've got something better in mind.

You would think with the amount of money

that footballers spend on skincare,
that they'd be more open-minded.

Most of them are, but I've
got my doubts about Liam.

Mm.

Well, don't sweat it.

I've sorted you a
special night to unwind.

- Go on.
- Well, the babysitter is on the way.

There is a sixpack in the fridge

for you to enjoy in the bath I just ran.

- What about the no-glass rule?
- I trust you. You're a big boy.

Yes, I am.

Seriously, though, just be careful.

- You're the best.
- Damn straight!

- Rough day?
- Mm.

Yeah, I've tried everything I can.

- The board's still panicking.
- Ah, that's what they do.

- Hey! Get out of it!
- Ow!

Just keep them at bay.

I just don't know how
much longer I can do that.

They really think that Trav's
not cut out for the job.

Think he should have served
a longer apprenticeship.

He just needs to be given the
space, support to work it all out.

What do I do in the meantime?

Just give them something
so they back off.

Like someone who already
knows the lay of the land?

- Not that.
- Oh, come on!

Come back on as mentor.

- Steady the ship. Everyone wins.
- What about the players or Trav?

What about us?

What ABOUT us?

We're in the middle of...

... whatever this is we're doing,
and that's not going to help.

Think of something else
'cause it's a bad idea...

... for all of us.

(FRONT DOOR OPENS)

(SIGHS)

Hi. Sorry. (CHUCKLES)

My housemates can't be trusted
not to eat this before tomorrow.

Whoa! What you got in there?

- Tell me you like cheese.
- Sure.

(CHUCKLES) Good, because
I got all of them.

Whoa! That's a lot of dairy.

Yeah. Um, no, we should, um...
We should leave some behind.

Stilton, out. Camembert, gone.

"To brie or not to brie."

(CHUCKLES)

That's the question.

Um, hey, look, I know
something has been up

over the last few days, but

I think some time away will be good.

I don't think it will.

I slept with Dan.

I can't tell you how
sorry I am. I honestly...

I never meant for it to happen.

Yeah, but...

... it did.

Oh!

- Hey, you don't have to go.
- No, no, no. Um...

No, I do. I really... I do.

(FRONT DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

Baby!

(SOBS)

That was the worst.

Did he cry?

Oh, that's a shame.

Man tears are such a turn-on.

(CHUCKLES)

- Is that just me?
- Yeah.

(CHUCKLES) Anyway, it's done.

Now we drink.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS)

What you need is a big night out.

- Bitch stole my look.
- Yeah, besides the beard.

And they have better legs than me.

Yeah, that's 'cause
they're, like, six foot 100.

I need a drink!

Make that two.

- What on Earth are you doing here?
- Team bonding.

Wait, the team's coming?

- Yeah, few of the guys.
- (QUIETLY) Shit.

Where's the, um, good doctor tonight?

It's all a bit much for her?

Actually, we broke up.

Oh, shit! Sorry.

Don't be.

Turns out dating a
footballer's not for everyone.

Yeah, amen!

All right, enough of the pity party.

Let's get shots!

(PHONE CHIMES)

- (SIGHS)
- What have the kids done now?

It's the board. They want to
have a discussion about Travis.

(CHUCKLES) Next, they'll
be releasing a statement

saying, "He has our full support."

Oh, come on, Brian. I know how
much that club means to you.

I also know how much Trav means to you.

No, all I'm saying
is, why can't you just

come back until the
end of the year? Just...

- just be a sounding board for him?
- It'll look like I'm after his job.

- Oh!
- I could see the headlines now!

Yeah, well, they're hardly
going to be the worst ones

we've had in the last
few years, are they?

Look, all I care about is
what is right for the club

and what is right for Trav.

There's no way he'll go for it.

Yeah, well, right now, he
might not have a choice.

- (MUSIC BLARES)
- Ooh!

Ah! Ooh! Have I caught up?

(LAUGHS) I think you're
actually ahead now.

All right, come on! I'm work-free,
child-free, husband-free.

Let's get loud!

So, that's two vodka
sodas, one wine, two beers,

and a softie for the
professional athlete.

Oh, I think rounds might be a bad idea.

Those guys can seriously drink.

No, no, look, I don't... I don't mind.

Yeah, look, I know they're,
like, a lot, but, um,

you don't have to be so nervous.

Mate, it's fine. They love you.

They're just surprised
you actually exist.

Trust me.

Oh!

Ugh!

Yeah, it's no rum and coke, but
it's definitely got something.

- I like mine.
- Enough rum to sink a ship. Ugh!

- I'll have it.
- Take it.

- Can we dance?
- Nah, I don't feel like it.

Guilty feet got no rhythm?

Why, what are you guilty about?

Just... just tell her.
She's good with this shit.

- Dan and I sort of slept together.
- Ooh, right.

- And I told Brody.
- Right.

Yeah, and now I'm worried
Dan's coming and it'll be...

- really awkward.
- Right.

Stop saying 'right'.

I'm processing! I've had a few.

Well, you need to decide what you want.

Do you want to be with him?

DAN: Where are you taking us?

LIAM: Relax. You'll see.

G'day, boys. How are we doing?

- MAN: How are you?
- (HIP-HOP MUSIC BLARES)

Is this, um, legit?

Don't worry about it,
Fletch. It's going to be fun.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS)

WOMAN: Welcome, sir. Come this way.

Big game?

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS)

Ooh! Oh!

So, what's going on in your world,

apart from being dumped by Anna-dull?

Not much.

Just thinking about a few things.

Oh, yeah? Like what?

I don't know how much
longer I've got in footy,

let alone at the club.

Seriously?

Hence the whole planning for the future.

After all these years, I finally
realise what you were trying to do.

About time.

That was some fancy footwork out there.

Yeah, well, it makes it a little easier

when they're not trying
to tackle you, so...

- Well, the night is young.
- Mm.

Excuse me. Are you, uh, Rusty O'Reilly?

Uh, yep. (CLEARS THROAT)

- I just want to thank you.
- Oh, yeah? What for?

When you came out to your teammates,
I decided to do the same thing.

How did that go?

It was a bit rough at first,

but now all they care
about is if I get a kick.

- Yeah. And do you?
- Yep.

- A shitload.
- Nice.

Anyway, enough of my whingeing.

Please tell me your life
is just as fucked up.

Nope, my life is amazing. (CHUCKLES)

(SNIFFS)

- You know what that smell is?
- Please don't say 'success'.

No. (LAUGHS)

That is six drag queens
wearing Tahlia by Tahlia.

If that's not winning,

I don't know what else is.

Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you

and I hope you guys have a good night.

- Yeah. Sorry, what was your name again?
- Alex.

- It's nice to meet you, Alex. Yep, see you around.
- Nice to meet you.

- Come my way! Beat it back. Beat it back. Beat it back.
- Come on one more, you can do it.

Let's make it three.
Let's make it three. Whoo!

Come on, Fletch. Yes, Fletch.

(BOTH CHEER)

- Yeah, boy!
- Yeah, baby!

Must have rubbed a rabbit's
foot or something. Oi!

- What are you doing?
- What? It's not a big deal.

Yeah, well, it will
be if someone sees you.

- Relax. They're cool.
- What, and ASADA, they're cool too?

It'll be out of my system
before they know it.

Come on. Join me. Oi, Christina!

Nah, nah, nah. I'm
all good. I'm all good.

All right, you ready to roll?
This place has gone cold.

See you, Lexy.

(TYRES SQUEAL)

(ENGINE REVS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Hey.

I... I know it's late,

but can I see you?

Yeah. Yeah. Um, one sec. One sec.

- Hey, pull over.
- Sorry, Paige, Dan can't talk right now.

(ON PHONE) He's on a boys' night.

- Sorry. Sorry about that.
- Where are you?

Um... um, I'm... I'm out.

- Here, give me the phone. I'll hang up for you.
- Shh!

Hey, concentrate on the
road. Concentrate on the road.

- OK.
- Maybe now's not the best time.

No, no, no. No, no,
Paige, don't go. Don't go.

Look, I've actually really been
wanting to speak to you. I've... Hey!

- Shit!
- (BRAKES SCREECH, CRASHING)

Dan? Dan, are you OK?

- (CAR ALARM WAILS)
- (COUGHS)

(COUGHS) Argh.

Shit.

- Ugh. Oi, Danny.
- MAN: What the fuck?!

I'm so sorry, sir, my mate,
he just had an accident.

- I'm calling the cops.
- Ugh.

Well, if they're both OK,

then we can deal with
the rest in the morning.

Thank you.

Hey, Dan and Liam had a car accident.

They're fine.

- Drunk?
- No. Dan was clean when he was tested.

And how are you?

It's all part of the job.

You don't give up, do you?

Hm?

OK, I'm gonna... I'm
gonna try Dan again.

He said he was fine.

Yeah, but he really didn't sound it.

And I just... I want to
make sure he got home OK.

One minute you're avoiding him,

and the next minute you
want to tuck him into bed.

Hey, I didn't say that.

You obviously still care about him.

Maybe it's time to stop
thinking about what is right,

start thinking about what you want.

(SIGHS)

Meeting Shane's friends
and a car accident.

Big night.

Oh, that was so sweet of
that guy to come up, though.

Yeah, I guess it wasn't all bad.

I don't think you're
afraid of commitment.

- Oh, don't you?
- Uh-uh.

It's just sad 'cause it
should've been with Jack.

Yeah, well, it's a lot to let go of.

It sucks...

... for all of us.

But the last thing he'd want is you
moping around thinking about him.

Yeah, I know.

Yeah, if that means
moving in with Shane,

he'd be the first person
to get out of your way.

And I'd be right there next to him.

Your hands are still too low.

Want to coach, huh?

Something like that.

I've seen you around here a bit lately.

How would you feel if
I was around a bit more?

I'm thinking about coming
to help Trav and you boys.

A couple of days a week. Whatever works.

Is that right?

I don't believe in regrets,

but if I had my time again,
I'd do things differently.

Bri, we don't have to
go through this again...

I don't expect it to
make things right...

... but I'd love the
opportunity to try...

... if you're keen.

I guess some advice every now
and then wouldn't go astray.

Be careful what you wish for.

Yeah, nice, that's the way.

How's the knee holding up?

Am I getting the arse?

Of course not.

Coaches don't get called in
the board room for good use.

Well, then, this is an exception.

Please, come on, sit down.

I'd like to bring in some help.

- Help or a replacement?
- You have my word.

Help. Nothing more.

Just someone with experience,

someone you can bounce things off.

- Who?
- Bloody Brian?!

The way we've been playing
lately, it was inevitable.

You're the coach. You get a say in this.

Yeah, and if I want stay being coach,

- I've got to find a way to make it work.
- (SCOFFS)

- He was going to be... Hey...
- ABBY: Mitchell, give it back!

Oh, God.

He was going to be the
head of football anyway.

That was months ago.

He had his chance and
he left you in the lurch.

He doesn't get to waltz
back in now and be a saviour.

Oh, no, I don't think
that's what he's doing.

(SCOFFS)

Well, he certainly won't
be after I give Kath a call.

No, no, hey, hey.

Look, I really appreciate
you being in my corner,

even when you smell like a pina colada.

But I'm begging you,
don't pull on this thread.

Now, I'm going to tell
the leadership group

before a press
conference this afternoon.

- Ugh...
- So we either like it or we lump it.

- All right?
- All right.

Bye.

Two days in a row.

Anyone would think
that you miss football.

(CHUCKLES) No.

Jessie's just taking
advantage of my good nature.

Or the fact that you don't have a job.

Excuse me.

For someone who doesn't have a job,
I've been doing a lot of hard work.

What's this?

Just a few alternatives to consider.

If you're ever in doubt,
just think to yourself,

"What would David Beckham do?"

- Besides the nanny.
- (LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY)

Look, I know you didn't ask
my help, but let's face it,

you could use it.

Hm. I'll see you later.

See you.

Hey, oh, sorry to keep you waiting.

Just wanted to check
in, make sure you're OK.

Oh, yeah. All good.
It really wasn't much.

- It was barely a dent.
- All right.

Well, the gentleman
whose car you crashed into

seems to think it's
a bit more than that.

Oh, really? Well, uh,
yeah, I'll fix that up.

Is there anything else
you want to tell me?

Er, no. That's... Yeah, that's about it.

We all finished here?

I guess we are.

NEWS REPORTER: (ON RADIO)
Overnight, two Southern Jets players

were involved in a car accident,

leaving this embattled
club in further turmoil.

Jessie, you'll have no
trouble convincing the members.

- So, when does voting close?
- Right after Jessie smashes it.

Oh, I am so nervous, I can't even eat.

Would you relax? I'm going to make
sure that your look is on point.

- You've got nothing to worry about.
- Hey.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Hi.

Maddie, I was going to call you.

- But I thought it's better if I speak to you...
- OK. What's going on here?

- Her husband is cuckolding mine.
- What?!

- I don't think that means what you think it does.
- Yes, it does.

Brian is taking over and
Trav's being forced to watch.

- (GASPS)
- Brian is coming back as a mentor. That is all.

Call it what you like. But
after the years of service

- that Trav's given...
- Yeah, and that is why we're doing this.

- This way, he gets to stay coach.
- In name only.

No. In every possible respect.

Come on. Brian would not want that.
He wouldn't want it any other way.

And you have my word.

Anyway, the real problem's Liam.

Travis says that he
keeps undermining him,

and after all this Samira
business, I don't trust him.

Unfortunately, we don't
have enough evidence

to back up that claim, so...

What about the car accident?

- Yeah, but Dan was driving.
- What?

Nah, he wasn't.

He was talking to me.

Looking forward to
working with you, Bri.

Yeah, likewise.

Welcome back.

How'd they take it?

Well, Liam's excited.

300-gamer, Norm Smith
medallist, grand final coach.

Who wouldn't want a bit
of that on their side?

I'm not here to take your job, Trav.

No, you earned this.

All those years, this
is what it was for.

And I promised you a
flag and I meant it.

I just want to help you get us there.

All right.

(COMMENTATOR SPEAKS INAUDIBLY ON TV)

I'm on my way to training, so...

OK, we'll be quick.

Didn't know you were into ice hockey.

What do you want, Paige?

Why did you say you
were driving last night?

- Did Kath put you up to this?
- Does it matter?

- Dan, this is serious.
- Yeah, don't you think I know that?

Why would you lie for him?

Because he sure as hell didn't
stick his neck out for you.

Yeah, well, I didn't have a choice, OK?

It was an accident. Why would
you need to cover that up?

'Cause he was on coke!

(SIGHS)

You could've been killed...

- ... or killed some innocent person.
- Yeah, I know that.

You were right, Paige.

I've made some pretty
bad choices lately,

and in case it's not clear,
I really fucking miss you.

What happened between us was wrong.

And it was a mistake.

Right, well, that's what's it, then.

- Not really.
- Just go. Please.

Please, just leave.

(SIGHS)

So just be calm, but stay professional.

Yeah, but whatever you do,
don't lose your passion.

Jess, I have to get this, I'm so sorry.

But you are going to
be great. OK? Promise.

- Hey, Paige, what did he say?
- OK.

You ready?

- TAHLIA: (WHISPERS) Yes.
- Yes.

TRAVIS: Yep. Run the overlap.

Eyes down, hit a target.

(THEY SHOUT AND GROAN INDISTINCTLY)

Argh, fuck.

Bri, I can't find any separation.

Try doubling back.

You've got to wrong-foot him.

- OK.
- Fast feet, give him a shove.

- All you need's a metre.
- Yeah.

- Give it another go.
- All right.

That OK?

(LAUGHS) Yeah.

And with voting closing in a few hours,

I thought you might
want to see this now.

Results from the postal vote.

Those in favour: 5,640.

Those against: 8,286.

And we're all set here.

Good luck.

Jessie Davis, what would you
say to our members out there

who think that, well,

now might not be the right
time for the Southern Jets

to be thinking about a women's team?

I'd say that sounds like a cop out.

Could you expand on that?

I know there are a bunch
of arguments about, erm,

resources, talent,

what the men's team are up to,

and they're all good points to consider.

But they ignore the
strongest point of all...

... the power of representation.

I met someone last
night who reminded me,

it's really hard to
be what you can't see.

The strongest argument
for why there should be

a Southern Jets women's team

is so that every young woman,
every little girl out there,

can see what they can be today.

Not in the future.

Not when there's more money,

or more players, or when the
men are winning more games...

... but now.

You're fucking kidding me.

No, pending an investigation
into your behaviour,

you will be suspended indefinitely.

What behaviour?

You lied to me...

you lied to the club, and worse, you...

you made a younger
teammate lie for you too.

So, I ran into the back of
some shit box. Who cares?

Well, I'm sure the police might

if they found cocaine in your system.

You've got no proof of that.

Hence the reason for an investigation,

which will, of course, involve
you submitting to a blood test.

And we'll be looking into the
situation with Samira Karami.

What situation?

She was a work experience
girl in our care.

Now, she might not
have made a complaint,

but I'm not satisfied
there wasn't misconduct.

There was no complaint
because nothing happened.

Well, then you don't have
anything to worry about.

But until that time, you will be
listed as out with general soreness.

Now, I'd like to keep
this matter internal.

And given the possible implications
for your playing career,

I'd suggest you do the same.

- How good was Jessie?
- God, she's got my vote.

Are you ever gonna leave?

No, I'm topping up my
parking till eternity.

And nothing brings me more joy
than running into my ex-husband.

- We're still married.
- I try and forget about that.

OK. I'm going see if the votes are in.

- See you.
- Bye-bye.

Actually, I'm glad you're still here.

I wanted to thank you.

My management loved your suggestions.

I'm not surprised.

The postal votes were
counted this morning.

Online voting has now closed,
and the final tally is...

... members against: 9,523,

members in favour...

- ... 16,364!
- (ALL GASP)

The members have spoken,

the Southern Jets are
getting a women's team!

Well done, Jess.

- Bloody well done.
- You put up a compelling argument.

Thank you.

Good news, I assume?

- Yeah, you can say that again.
- Yeah.

Come, come and join us for a champers.

Oh, no, no, I've got to get back to it.

I just, er, stopped by to say congrats

and that, er, I'm going to be home late.

- Again?
- Yeah. Just all this stuff with Brian

and having to reshuffle
the team without Liam, so...

- Yeah. Yeah, of course.
- Legend.

Hey.

Is everything OK?

Yeah, yeah, I'm just taking a breather.

I'll be back in a sec.

Look, I know I was
meant to be around more,

but you do know I'm always here for you.

Ah. It all just, um...

became a bit too much for me and
I just didn't know where to turn.

Come on. Come on.

You know we're all here for you.

And I'm sure Travis is too.

Yeah.

He just doesn't have the space
or the energy for me right now.

Right, and have you asked him?

I've been trying to deal
with it on my own, you know,

girls nights and, um,

self care, that sort of thing.

And how's that working out for you?

And I'm having panic
attacks again, so not great.

You know, self care is about a lot
more than bubble baths and mimosas.

It's about tough conversations,

hard truths.

(LETS OUT HOLLOW LAUGH)

I feel like we're in a spy movie.

Yeah. Sorry, I didn't...

Just thought it'd be
nice, I didn't mean for it

- to be so cloak and dagger.
- No. Uh,

does that mean I don't get a...

don't get a codename or... ?

- I mean, would you like one?
- Well, kind of, now.

I was thinking something cool
like 'Moonlight' or, ah...

... 'Paradigm'.

Mm, yeah, no. See, none
of those are... (CHUCKLES)

- ... none of those are cool at all.
- Not cool? (LAUGHS) OK.

Hey, erm,

thanks for coming last night.

Now, I know that wasn't easy.

No, I'm sorry that it took me so long.

And, you know, it's
not that I wasn't keen.

- It's just a bit complicated.
- Yeah, yeah.

I've always been a pretty
private person and...

... and it took me a really long time

to want to share my life with someone...

... until now.

I never expected to
find someone like you.

You know, to be honest,
I wasn't even looking.

And I'm so glad that I did.

Now I don't want to let go.

I want to tell the world about us.

What do you say?

Hey, how are the players feeling?

- It's still early days.
- Mm.

- There's a good buzz around the place.
- Mm. Good.

And you know, if there's
anything the board can do to help,

you just let me know.

There is actually.

Oh, yeah?

I'd like you to reconsider
Liam's suspension.

(SIGHS)

I can't believe you're
even asking me that.

You brought me back to help Trav,

the last thing we
need is our star player

missing matches to make a point.

Yeah, and there are serious allegations

being made against that star player,

which we have an obligation
to fully investigate.

Yeah, and do that, but just let
him keep playing while you do.

Did he ask you to speak to me?

But you can't see that he's
playing us against each other.

He's entitled to the benefit of
the doubt until proven otherwise,

just like any other kid on that list.

No matter what you think of them.

Just leave it with me.

- So you'll think about it?
- I said leave it with me.

I have to call him, don't I?

Yep.

Not before I eat
everything from this hamper.

(DOORBELL RINGS, PHONE CHIMES)

(WHISPERS) It's Brody.

- (BUZZER SOUNDS)
- I hope he brought wine.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I'll give you guys some space.

Sorry, I should have called first.

No, no. I was, erm,
about to do the same.

(MUTTERS) Oh.

How are you?

Uh...

still processing.

Yeah. Yeah.

That's fair enough.

But I do know one thing.

I want us to find a way past this.

Great.

But that's not what
you want, though, is it?

So, I guess this is it, then.

I'm good at my job, right?

I'd hire you.

- And I'm a good mum, aren't I?
- Yeah, you're the best.

I just feel like I'm letting
everyone down at the moment.

Hey, you're crazy.

(LAUGHS)

It's probably not the best
thing to say right now.

I just don't want to go back
to how I felt after Abby.

Argh.

I should be handling this better.

I'm an elite professional.

I don't think that's how it works.

I guess not.

Hey...

... I'm sorry I haven't
been paying attention.

(SIGHS) Don't be.

I've tried really hard
to keep this from you.

The fact that I did is kind of a win.

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, let's not do that anymore, huh?

Deal.

Come here.

(SIGHS WITH RELIEF)

So does that mean I can tell you
how much Brian's giving me the shit?

(BOTH LAUGH)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Take a seat.

- So we're all good, yeah?
- Don't you ever go behind my back again.

You know a lot about that.

Excuse me?

Drop the investigation

or I'll tell the world
about you and Connor.

Someone with your past
should be far more careful

about who they threaten.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I've got proof and I will use it.

This club needs me far
more than it needs you,

so don't fuck with me, Kath.

That arsehole stole your phone,

copied those text messages

and leaked those photos of me,

all because you couldn't
manage your phone properly.

You're not the only
one affected by this.

If this does come out,

there's going to be a lot of
questions about our marriage.

We do what we've always done, Kath.

We show a united front.

(PLAYERS SHOUT AND GROAN INDISTINCTLY)

Ugh!

Get up.

During my session, I had a little

wave of excitement.

Sexually?

I'm going to rip this off quickly,
like a Band-Aid, so keep up.

There is an article being released today

that exposes an affair that
happened between Connor Morello

- and Kath Rickards.
- (GASPS)

You have brought this
club into disrepute.

Now, you make this go away

or you will face a
vote of no confidence.