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They couldn't get it all.
And it's already spread.

You don't have to
move back in with her.

I do.

She could just move in with us.

She's going to need her own
space, and round-the-clock care.

And I am happy
to provide that care.

I need to pee, very badly.

- (GRUNTS)
- You don't know what you're doing.

What's this?

Mel, you're...

AINSLEY: I don't have a problem
looking after Starlet.

In fact, I love it.

But if you have a problem
with Mel being here,

I mean, that's
completely understandable.

- I'm not jealous.
- Really.

Very few men can get past
their wives cheating on them.

It's not about the cheating.

It's actually not.
It's about the lies.

Mr Elling.

It's great to finally meet you. Lachlan.

- Can I call you Des?
- Not yet.

Terrific. I want to earn it.

And you must be
the lovely Cheryl.

Oh! (LAUGHS)

Ainsley tells me that your
scarf work is second to none

and I can see why.

Dad, I know that
this might all seem like

it's a bit of a tangle.

I'm in a really good place,

and I can't wait
for you to see it.

AINSLEY: I've always had a gift
for finding the silver lining.

The exterior gives
absolutely no sense

of just how spacious and
stylish the interior is,

which, you know, is not only
a great price advantage,

it's actually a really smart
security measure.

What? 'Cause it's
too ugly to rob?

(LAUGHS)

Is this just
concrete on concrete?

Yeah.

But I see an opportunity,
you know?

An opportunity for
some dynamic landscaping,

some planter boxes,
a cascading herb garden.

You can mix it up with
some edibles and florals.

You know,
the world's your oyster.

Some might say
I distorted the truth.

I saw it as seeing the truth
through the prism of positivity.

Of course, I knew very well

sometimes life
presented situations

with very little good
to be found.

MAN: Mmm.

What's the point?

I can't taste anything.
I can't smell it.

Mum, I know you feel awful,

but you just have to remember
it's only temporary.

It's months of chemotherapy!

And it will all be worth it.

I actually think it's already
having a visible impact.

I mean, you just...
you seem healthier.

There's a... There's a...
There's a vibrancy.

Elizabeth,
you're a simple woman.

Truly, Manju, I don't know if

it's because your cheekbones
are more defined

or there's an extra
sparkle in your eye,

but you really do seem stronger
and sharper.

You're very observant, Ainsley.

Perhaps I may try
and force some down.

(PHONE RINGS)

Ooh, I'm so sorry,
but I should take this.

Hi, Cheryl. Everything OK?

- (INDISTINCT SOBBING)
- Cheryl?

(SOBBING)

Can you put Dad on?

(SOBBING)

AINSLEY: Usually,
when my stepmother

cried into the phone
for 23 minutes straight,

it turned out to be nothing.

Not this time.

Ains...

I'm... I'm so sorry.

I know the feeling
wasn't mutual,

but Des was like a father to me.

(SNIFFLES)

Oh... You just...
You just tell me what you need.

I'm OK.

I thought you might
want something stronger.

Do you want some quiet space?
We could go for a drive.

I could take you out
on the block.

What for?

Sometimes when
I'm feeling a lot,

I just go into the bush
and I just release.

BEN: Release how, mate?

SIMMO: Uh, screaming,
burning stuff,

plunging myself in cold water.

Depends on the situation.

Really, I'm fine.

HEATHER: You want me to call
the real estate office and let them...

- I'm on it?
- No.

I'll just tell them
at work tomorrow.

You're going to go into work?

So Cheryl's
coming over from Tassie

for the reading of the will.

If you want to help, you could
sort some things out for her.

- SIMMO: Just tell me what.
- Absolutely.

Do you want me to ask Col
if she can stay at the Airbnb?

No, I offered that and she said

there were too many
memories of Dad there.

So is it OK if she stays here?

Yeah. Yeah, of course. Yeah.

HEATHER: Is that a good idea?

Well, she said that she wants
to be surrounded by family.

You know she'll suck up
all the oxygen?

I know, but Cheryl's the one
that needs support right now.

Oh, Christ. (SNIFFLES)

Sorry. I think
it's actually Ains's bravery

that's setting me off.

(BELL RINGS)

LIZ: I'll go.

Um, Liz, can you please
not tell her about my dad?

What?

Manju needs to
stay positive right now,

and I think that
hearing about Dad dying,

it might... (STAMMERS)

...it's just the last thing
that she needs.

Ains, I don't think we should
be asking you to hide your grief.

I'm fine, I just
don't want to have to manage

other people's reactions.

(SNIFFLES) I'll be right,
I'll be right.

I just need...

Thanks. I just need to
stare at the floor for a tick.

(BELL CONTINUES RINGING)

So I'm not to say
anything whatsoever?

No.

Why is Simon home
so prematurely?

- Is it early?
- Everyone is home early.

- What's wrong?
- Oh, no, no, no, nothing.

Then why is everyone gathering?

Oh, no, I wouldn't really...
really call it a gathering.

It's more of a spontaneous
afternoon intersection

and... and quite a buoyant one.

I could use some buoyancy.
I'll join in.

No, no, no, no, no.
It's over now.

That's... That's just
the nature of the house.

The ebb and the flow, the...

the... the coming together
and the separation.

Anyway, what were you after?

A coherent answer
to my question.

But, also, I'm very hungry.

- (MURMURING)
- BEN: I don't know.

OK.

OK. Harry obviously
can't leave Manju.

I'd give Cheryl my room,

but I've already given it
to Ains and Simmo.

- So...
- So?

So there are two people here
with outside partners.

Ah, yeah. Right. No, it's...

Might be a bit soon for that
with Mel.

But I'm just having to
move back into the laundry.

Oh, no, Ben, I don't think the
house could handle that again.

Oh, it's alright.

It's actually a really
nice place to wake up.

Could you not stay with Ed?

Um...

Not going to work.

Well, you spend
most nights there.

- No, not most nights.
- Pretty often.

Ed's got his kids with him
at the moment.

Well, could we get you
another foldout bed?

We could set it up
in the lounge.

- Beside you?
- Yeah! With a sleepover vibe.

We could braid each other's
hair, we could journal...

Consider me gone.

They always
come back to the fold.

I'm here purely to
make things easier for Ains.

No other reason.

How's she coping?

Uh... Well, alright. I think.

Oh.

You seem tense.

What?

Well, there's no right
or wrong way to grieve, Heath.

I'm not grieving.

Desmond was a complicated man.

And complicated men bring up
complicated feelings.

Col, I barely knew him.

Bit surprised
you're not staying at Ed's.

Well, it's Ed's turn
with the kids tonight.

Does he not trust you
with children?

What does Ed think of you
staying with your husband?

Didn't give it a second thought.

Ah. (CHUCKLES)

- That's interesting.
- Not really.

It's been a long day.
Is there anything else?

Well, it's not
part of the usual service,

but...
under the circumstances...

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS)

...I've run you...

...a bath.

(LIFT DINGS)

- Milady.
- Thank you, Kevin.

What a gentleman you are.

Oh...

(SOBS)

Shall we head... head on in?

Of course. Yeah, thanks.

(SOBS)

- Ms Elling? Ainsley.
- Hi.

So sorry for your loss.
I'm Kristen Embling.

Oh. White for me,
thanks, Kirsty. No sugar.

And perhaps a little biscuit,
if you could conjure one up.

I'm gluten-free.

Oh, no. I'm one of the partners.

I'm here on behalf of Frank
for the reading.

Won't he be joining us today?

Frank's on sabbatical.
Murray River trout fishing.

He sends
his heartfelt condolences.

Are we ready?

We are, yep.

"The last will and testament
of Desmond Michael Elling,

"dated 5th of August 2015."

(CLEARS THROAT)

"House in Tasmania
to Cheryl Una Elling.

"Scout scarf to return to the
Australian Scout Fellowship.

"Rotary hoe to
the Launceston RSL,

"attention Gregg.

"And current total of
the flexi-saver term deposit,

"$748,374

"to Ainsley Olivia Margaret Elling.

"No funeral."

That's it.

Sorry, um...

When you said "748,000",

what, uh, what was
the division of that?

No division - 100%
bequeathed entirely to you.

Were you expecting more?

- How did it go?
- Um...

- It was somewhat confronting.
- Quite brief.

Des left Ainsley
all our savings.

His savings.

$750,000.

750K?

And then Cheryl
got the house in Tasmania.

Which was mine to begin with.

I purchased it
before we even got together.

Des must have forgotten that.

Ains, just... Sorry.

It definitely wasn't 75,000?

- It was 750...
- Mm-hm, Yeah.

And you can stop
saying that number out loud.

I think it's very clear that

this will does not reflect
Des's true wishes.

At the very least,
he would have wanted a funeral.

Yeah, I mean, we should
definitely organise something

to honour Dad's memory.

Even a small gathering
at the house to raise a glass.

- Let's go... Let's go now.
- OK.

- Kevin.
- Oh.

Sorry.

Did you get a tracking number
for the London stuff from my PA?

Um...

Yeah. Was it Annabel?

- Anna-LISE.
- Annalise.

Yeah. Um...
It'll be here on Tuesday.

OK. Great.

That's the last of
the storage boxes.

You've got your 2000 tax returns

and, um,
our old Christmas decorations.

Well, you can keep
the decorations.

Oh, no, we've got tons.
Ainsley's obsessed.

No, really.

Never going to use them.

Can we just, I don't know,

go out for a really great meal
or something?

I just... I don't want to
end two decades

with a tracking number

and some unwanted
Christmas decorations.

Neither do I.

Though, I was thinking more
along the lines of us...

perhaps seeing a counsellor.

OK.

For what purpose?

I just think we might need some
support during the separation.

Well, I do, anyway.

You may have had some time

to get used to
this new world order, Liz,

but I haven't.

I was deliberately kept in the
dark through the whole thing.

I think if you're going to
talk about

being kept deliberately
in the dark,

then we're both guilty of that.

Sure, but you can't
compare... - You cut off all contact...

- ...disguising some finances.
- ...better part of a year...

SOME finances?

Sorry.

- OK. Sorry.
- Sorry.

Look...

I've got a name of
someone we can see,

if you're available,
next Friday.

It's just, uh, there are
some issues in the house.

Harry's mum.

- Ainsley's dad.
- What?

You're not nursing him
as well, are you?

- He died.
- Oh, sh...

I mean, I was not nursing him
at the time, just to be clear.

He was in Tasmania.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

But if Ainsley's father
died in Tasmania,

how's that keeping you
from coming to counselling.

I'll check my calendar.

OK.

Do I message you, or...
Annalise?

No. Annalise. You just CC me.

This... This counselling thing,

this isn't just you getting a
third party to tell me I'm shit?

No, of course not. (CHUCKLES)

CHERYL: And I do seem to recall

Des having a particularly
severe bout of viral gastro in 2015,

when that will was written.

Of course, they now know that

the gut and the mind
are connected.

So, Cheryl, you're upstairs.

Sim, would you mind
just taking her bags up?

SIMMO: Yeah.

Amenities up to
Fishlips's standards?

(CHERYL SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

There might be some
slight arrangements going on.

(CLATTERING)

- Sorry, Heath.
- Everything's alright. Kevin.

(AINSLEY CLEARS THROAT)

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- (PHONE DINGS)

750,000.

- Oh, my God.
- Holy fuck!

Quiet voices, please.

That's... That's life-changing.

Surely he must have
left her something.

Well, he left her
the Tassie house,

but apparently
that was already hers.

She got it in
the divorce settlement

from her first husband, Keith.

Or was it
her second husband, Gavin?

Does seem weird that he left
her her own house

and none of the money.

No, it doesn't. It's genius.

What's the opposite
of miscarriage of justice?

It's just justice.

Cheryl thinks he might not
have been of sound mind

when he wrote the will.

- Yes, he was.
- Bullshit.

As sound mind as he was
when he married her.

We will go through
the document separately.

But if Sheryl brings up
ANYTHING will-related right now...

CHERYL: Darling, come and have
a look at our progress.

The feng shui in there,
it's really cleared up.

Distract, ignore,
agree to nothing.

When Desmond and I first met,
I was grief-stricken myself.

We were just two bereaved souls
who found each other.

Where did you find each other?

We were both volunteers.

They called us the
Friends of the Botanic Gardens.

We ran the Rotunda subcommittee.

Of course, we didn't
stay friends for long.

Mum was still alive then.

She was such a fighter,
wasn't she, darling?

Such spirit.

Des may have known his way
around a bandstand,

but he was very closed off
in those days -

emotionally, spiritually, metaphysically.

It was all about
peeling back the layers,

peel, peel, peel.

I've been doing a bit of
a deep dive myself lately,

and peeling back
the layers of ego and shame.

It's interesting stuff.

- Have you?
- Yeah.

hat, with, like,
a therapist or something?

No, just YouTubists and that.

(SOBS)

Oh...

I was just recalling
our first physical communion.

(SOBS)

I'd never been with a man

who was so, well,
sexually magnanimous.

(INDISTINCT VOICES)

Shit. Manju.

She's back from treatment.
She's coming this way.

Um, Cheryl, Manju doesn't know
about Dad dying yet.

I'm not sure
I understand, darling.

She knows I have a visitor,
but I decided not to tell her about Dad.

Sorry, Mum has insisted on
some company

before the nausea sets in.

I don't believe in
shielding people from death.

No, it's just Manju
is dealing with some...

some significant challenges.

Cheryl, you've got two options

turn down the grief or vacate.

I think our paths
will fork here.

It's all too close
to the surface.

OK, um... Let me take that.

CHERYL: (FAINTLY) Des was never
very good at communicating.

So it's up to all of us
together, as a family,

to tap into the spirit
of what he was saying.

- SIMMO: Of course. Absolutely.
- CHERYL: For clarity.

I think the spirit
was a 50/50 split, don't you?

SIMMO: Oh, look, I didn't know
Ains's dad that well.

But I do know Ains, and I know
she'll do what's fair.

CHERYL: But Ainsley's not quite
herself at the moment, is she?

SIMMO: What do you mean?

CHERYL: Don't you think
she's a bit detached?

SIMMO: She's going through it.
But, look, I wouldn't worry.

She always does the right thing.

(DOOR CLOSES)

You find any good ones?

What you just said,

you've put me in
a really awkward position.

What?

You implied that
I would split the money.

What? No, I didn't.
No, I just said I thought you'd probably do...

Can you just not say anything
from now on?

OK.

- OK.
- But Ains...

You alright?

'Cause you do seem a bit...
I don't know, um...

I know this is different for
everyone, but - touch wood -

if Pammy ever
kicked the bucket...

That woman lectured me on
how to grieve when my mom died.

Please, don't you do it.

Heather?

Breakfast awaits.

Heath?

(BOTH BREATHE HEAVILY)

You don't normally get grief
sex so early in a relationship.

Uh...

Might be a bit of a stretch
to say that I'm grieving.

I only met him once.

It's was totally the same
if you're grief-adjacent.

You, like, don't need to know
or even respect the person.

(PHONE BUZZES)
Yeah, right...

God...

Col.

Hold on to your hat,
my friend.

Heather and Ed
are in serious strife.

Alright, I don't know
about that, mate.

Were you aware that she chose
to stay with me and not him?

Yeah. Yeah, I was across that.

'Cause it was Ed's turn
looking after the kids.

COL: Well, that's the story.

But I've surveyed
Ed's social media,

and his kids
are fully grown adult men,

and they definitely don't
live at home with him.

I mean, one of them is a...
trainee electrician in Sydney.

The other one is on
his third gap year in Helsinki.

Either he's lying to her
or she's lying to us.

Either way, something is
profoundly and irrevocably wrong

in that relationship.

Just give us a sec, mate.
Hang on.

What's wrong?

Uh... Nothing. Just...

Ed's kids don't
live with him anymore.

Lucky him.

HEATHER: It's
the most performative grief

I've ever seen in my life.

ED: But how long
have they been married?

HEATHER: 20 years.

Oh, well, maybe
some of it is real?

Mmm, some.

Put it this way -

she's still doing a three-hour
beauty regime every night,

AND she has
the emotional capacity

to redecorate my entire room.

(LAUGHS)

What's she doing in YOUR room?

Oh, it's no big deal.

But I moved into
Col's granny flat

just to give Fishlips
some space.

You know you're more than
welcome to stay here?

Yeah, I didn't want to
bother you.

- Oh, that's considerate.
- Thank you.

(LAUGHS)

Is it weird that
you've picked your ex-husband

in your hour of need?

Well, it wasn't my hour of
need. It was Cheryl's.

I thought you said
it was all... performative.

- I said some.
- Oh.

Heh.

It is true that
when Dad made the will

the bitcoin would have only
been worth a fraction of 750,000.

Ains, nothing here
speaks to any indecision.

These are
very deliberate documents.

Really?

'Cause when I... I've asked
Dad for money in the past,

and he's always said no.

He wasn't generous like that.

Well, maybe he was prioritising

passing it on to you
after he'd gone.

Can Cheryl challenge it?

Well, she could try,
but on the face of it,

I don't know
how successful she'd be.

OK, but if I did just decide
to just split it 50/50,

- it'd all go away, right?
- Well, possibly.

But do you really want to
let go of $375,000

just to get Cheryl
off your back?

Honestly? Maybe.

MANJU: Elizabeth,
someone is here.

Hi.

Delivery from Stuart Wendell.

Oh, OK.

- Thanks.
- MANJU: Stuart?

It would seem so.

MANJU: Oh.

For him to woo you at this point

speaks of
a profound self-hatred.

Oh, no, they're...

Did something happen to him
in his childhood?

They're not for me.

I think Stuart actually wanted
to give you a little something

to wish you well
on your ongoing journey.

Oh!

And he picked
all my favourite flowers.

So beautiful.

Such a considerate man.

Oh, he's very intuitive.

MANJU: Not when
it comes to marriage.

I'll just give these...

And I'll ask you
to give me a hand.

I tell you where to place them.

Beautiful.

We'll need a vase.

SIMMO: (ON MICROPHONE)
Two, two. Yeah, two.

Yeah, two. Check. Check.

Sorry. Do we need a microphone?
It's only a small gathering.

It's for the tribute number, darling.

I considered a cappella,

but it just didn't have
the emotional impact.

I'm just a bit concerned
about Manju hearing.

Your father
would have wanted music.

He hated music.

He loved to hear me sing.

Right. Um...

Well, why don't I see if

Harry can take Manju on
her evening walk at that time?

Look at us, so aligned.

By the way, darling, I did
manage to track down Frank,

- your father's actual lawyer.
- Right.

He wasn't on the Murray River,
as I thought.

He would never fish there.

He was in Lake Eildon.

And he couldn't have been
more understanding.

Understanding of what?

Of the contradictions between
your father's wishes

and that document.

But, luckily,
it's a very easy fix.

He even took the liberty
of drawing up an agreement.

Just one flick of a signature,

and we'll have restored
nature's balance.

Um, well, yeah,
I can take a look when I can.

And then you and I can...

I would really rather
have this matter dealt with

before we honour Des's memory.

Should I have my lawyer
look at it first?

CHERYL: Just one signature.

Simmo, can you please help me
in the kitchen?

Yep.

That woman has no shame.

You should rip up the contract.
Burn it right now.

I wouldn't advise that.

OK. Mum's watching soap operas
at double volume, so she's fine.

Did I miss anything?

Fishlips went rogue
and had a contract drafted up.

Practically invoiced
for half Ains's money.

But she didn't sign anything.
That's the critical thing.

(INDISTINCT DIALOGUE)

- Cheryl.
- Oh, Ben.

Hi.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Cheryl, you remember...
you remember Mel?

Lady with a baby. Hotyoga84.

I think we follow each other
on Instagram.

Lachlan's wife.

We're unilaterally separated.
Hashtag - no regrets.

And you're here with...

She's with the young fella now.

Eh? Oh, well, yeah,
we're just dating.

Mainly it's just footy and sex.

Yes.

I'll, um, leave you to catch up.

This outfit is spectacular.
Who dressed you?

Oh, um... Myself.

I don't work with a stylist
either. Just naturally...

FYI - Ed is MIA.

Yeah, you're talking
in riddles, Col.

Well, he's not here,
which is telling.

Is it?

Well, he's been disinvited,

or he's forgotten,

or he's too
emotionally broken to attend.

What we do know is that he's
not looking after the kiddies.

You can add it to the
condolence book if you want.

Oh, that's nice.
Maybe just frame your face.

(COL SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

They're building
a dossier on Ed.

Just thought you should know.

If they weren't so dumb,
you'd be scared.

Do I want to know?

They're convinced that because
you're not staying with Ed,

you're not into him.

- For the love of God...
- Oh, yeah.

For the record, I support
keeping your own space.

And I support convenient lies.

Thanks, Mel.
Solidarity, sister.

(COL CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

Excuse me.

- (PHONE RINGS)
- Yep...

Yes. Yes, yes.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

Stuart Wendell.

MANJU: The flowers are lovely.

(LAUGHS) Manju!

What a show of
love and consideration

in the face of so much betrayal.

What a testament to
your strength and sensitivity.

Uh...

Yes. Well, I just hope that
Ainsley is just coping.

I beg your pardon?

(BELL RINGS)

Mmm. I'll go.

(PHONE BUZZES)

Mum?

What?

(PHONE RINGS)

HARRY: OK. Oh, hang on. Hang on.

Hello.

Did you lie about
Ainsley's father dying

to get out of counselling
with me?

- Sorry?
- (LAUGHS)

I mean, your commitment
to lying,

I mean, it's fucking insane,
isn't it?

LIZ: I know this is confusing,

but in this instance, there
were compassionate grounds.

Oh, no, no, no, no. This goes
well beyond confusion.

Liz, we're just about to start.

Alright, everybody,
could I ask you, please,

to all gather round?

Please be seated
so that we can commence.

Oh, thank you all
for coming to celebrate

the life of my dearly departed
husband, Desmond Elling,

Ainsley's father.

We were his two girls.

He loved us differently,
but evenly.

Ainsley, darling,
I know we both feel

how much this tragedy
has brought us together.

And in
honour of the bond we share,

I have prepared something
of a musical tribute.

Kevin, if you could
activate the music?

But we didn't want you to be
burdened by something else.

I don't need to be protected.

I've seen enough
in this life, Harpreet.

We were worried that
if you knew,

you might give up on your chemo.

I would never consider
giving up on my treatment.

I've been handling things
so well. Where's Liz?

Look, it was...

It was all Ainsley's choice.

We were... We were only
respecting her wishes.

(MUSIC STARTS)

CHERYL: (SINGS) # Does it ever
make you wonder

? What's on my mind... ?

Also, there... there may be
a very small memorial for Des

happening in
the lounge room right now.

Again - all Ainsley's choice.

(SINGING CONTINUES)

Well...

OK.

Sensible.

? I live a lie

? Believing that you're mine

? It's just a waste of time

? 'Cause you're
leaving me behind

? Hey, there's not
a cloud in the sky... ?

What the fuck is wrong with
her?

? It's as blue as your goodbye

? And I thought that
it would rain

? On a day like today

? Hey, there's not a cloud
in sight

? It's as blue
as your blue goodbye

? And I thought that
it would ra... ?

CHERYL: Ainsley, don't hide
your grief.

You're in a safe place.

(AINSLEY SOBS)

She's determined to talk to you.

I can try to hold her off, but
I reckon she's just gonna...

How strange the process
of grief is, darling.

SIMMO: Cheryl, why don't
we go for a saunter, get a bit of fresh air?

I'd be keen to hear
some more stories about Des.

Kevin, you're very kind, but my
stepdaughter is grieving.

And as her last remaining
immediate family member.

We're not really family, Cheryl.

I know that you are struggling
with the loss,

but it is clearly
distorting your perspective.

But I think at the very least,
I deserve...

Bullshit.
I don't owe you anything.

The real tragedy is
I lost Dad a long time ago.

You made sure of that.

You have been
completely cold-hearted.

You haven't even shed a tear.

I've been bottling my feelings,
like you taught me to.

And my feeling isn't grief.

It is anger.
I am so fucking angry.

I am angry that
you wedged yourself

between... between Dad and I
when Mum died.

And I'm angry at Dad
for allowing that to happen.

So you can go upstairs
and pack your bag.

You can stay at a hotel tonight.

- You alright?
- Mm-hm.

Yeah. Can you, um...
go upstairs and help her?

Feel like staying with you.

I'm... I'm OK.

Just, um, tell her
I'll call her when I'm ready.

OK.

Stuart?

(SIGHS)

Stuart, please.

It's late.

Can we just give
this whole thing

a little bit of space,
please? - One thing.

I just want to say one thing.

Liz, I should warn you,
I have been drinking,

and I'm just a little bit angry.

You have every right
to be angry.

Furious, even.
Just give me 25 seconds.

Yes. Yes, I've...
I've told lies.

You know, a selection of
appalling, frankly,

poorly structured lies.

But this particular lie
was at the behest of Ainsley

to... to protect Manju.

And when your flowers arrived,
I just had no choice.

- There is really no point.
- I'm telling you...

Do you understand what it's
like, for the last 20 years,

to be in doubt?

Everything I felt about us,

how you felt about me -

was any of it real?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

I have never, not once,
lied about my feelings for you.

- Never.
- (SIGHS)

You know I haven't.

Come on. You MUST know.

You do.

Yeah. Counselling.

- Friday good?
- I'll email Annalise.

Yeah, can you, um, CC me?

Mm-hm.

(AEROSOL SPRAYS)

Jesus.

Can't you smell it?

Well, I didn't really
know Cheryl,

so I don't know what smell
you're trying to eradicate.

It's like, um,
lavender gone toxic.

You know, all I'm getting is

an overwhelming sense of
scented candle and air freshener.

No, no. Let's get back to yours.

So you won't OFFICIALLY
stay at my place,

but you will UNOFFICIALLY
spend every consecutive night?

Look...

The only way I can
get my head around...

this...

...is to look at it as
a day-by-day accident.

(LAUGHS) Right.

Look, I didn't expect
to end up in

a functional,
loving relationship in my 50s,

but, somehow, I have.

And I'm fucking terrified.

So every time you drive to
my place, that's...

by accident?

Yes.

You pack your bag, your
toiletries, toothbrush - it's...

it's all by accident.

- Pretty much.
- Hmm.

And if you can get me
back to yours in 15 minutes,

I'll definitely
fuck you by accident.

Take the M1. No, that'll be
like a car park.

Oh.

Care for some company?

I'll have a shot of that.

- Just a little shot.
- Ooh!

- (GIGGLES)
- Thanks.

I'm so sorry.

I was waiting for
the right time to tell you.

We are both strong women
who have survived a lot

and can handle a lot.

How do I grieve a father
I never really knew?

Wasn't even sure he loved me.

I just felt like
a burden to him.

A reminder of Mum, when all he
wanted to do was be with Cheryl.

Of course you were
a burden, Ainsley.

But for him to leave
his life's entire savings

to one person,

that's love.

Next time on Five Bedrooms...

Are you going somewhere
with this?

- I'm trying.
- Get there quicker.

Maybe you should move in here.

COL: You've got no idea
what this is, do you?

- She's getting married.
- What?

This is our worst fear,
writ large.

How could you exclude us

from such a momentous moment
in your life?

Your hatred of socialising
is pathological.

What is wrong with you?

- Hey, hey, big boy.
- Well, here she is.

Mel, this is my daughter, Mia.

Don't let your old man see.

- Harry!
- Anton.

I thought I was seeing
Dr McBain.

- I'm filling in.
- What are the odds?

Shit. OK. Is he breathing?

(GROANS)

What brings you here today?

Do you want to start?

No... I mean, ladies first.

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