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This sees you down on the canvas and the count is ten.

Yes?

Well?

Yes.

You ruined yourself.

I just...

moved it along, so no more crying corruption...

or the original goes public.

Must make you a very proud parent.

And you can stop screwing my wife.

What did he do?

If you'd rather not...

I'll wait to hear from you.

I hope I hear from you.

You won't.

_

Whoa!

Pass me the bucket.

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Careful, careful, careful!

Hey, Mum.

_

- What time can I expect you? - Don't.

Dinner with Marti.

Tonight! Aww!

Can you afford this?

Oh, trust you.

It's beautiful.

You've got a change of clothes?

Gear's in the rear.

- Good luck. - I don't need it!

So, I wanna thank Cliff and Deb for having Martina.

- We couldn't be here without you. - Good on ya, Cliff.

And thanks to all of you for coming to celebrate.

You're on notice.

You've got nine months to save

because the wedding registry's gonna be fierce.

And wish me luck off the rookie list.

Marti will be marrying a premiership winner

come Christmas.

- Eh, coach? - Think positive.

The perfect WAG, me?

The waggest.

And, uh, one last thing.

Dad.

If you're watching...

my lady's cut from the same cloth as yours.

- Aww. - Sweet.

To Mum, to Marti,

to the lot of us.

- Cheers! - Cheers!

Whoo! Yeah!

Turn around.

One more turn. You ready?

Go!

Come on, let's go!

Hey, here! Yeah!

They'll know tomorrow.

They're gonna wanna run a few more tests. Yep.

Yeah. Listen, I'll call you back.

Okay, bye.

It was one of those freak things.

They weren't even going hard.

- How is he? - He's making sense.

He's fine.

They wanna keep him overnight.

He was unconscious?

Not for long.

But he was.

We both know what that means.

Don't fuss. Hey.

- Do you feel okay? - Fine.

- Do you want me to... ? - No, you're alright.

It's no big deal, Mum.

You heard the team doctors last time.

- They'll give me another chance. - One more.

That's it.

I don't like thinking about it any more than you do.

It's my life.

It's your fifth concussion.

Yeah, but he's okay.

You have to prepare yourself.

They'll give him another chance if he asks.

And they probably won't.

They have a duty of care.

No game is worth dying for.

I'm sorry.

This is perverse.

- Phillip, please. - It's politic.

We could just drive on.

And fuel gossip?

No.

Our condolences.

You ruined him.

He took me on.

Half his friends aren't coming, given the circumstances.

You're certainly not welcome here. Nor you.

We all know what he was like,

but if it helps to make us scapegoats.

Georgia.

You'll do what you like, whatever I say.

Perceptive girl.

Credit to you.

Phillip insisted.

You were just last in a very long line.

Gareth Konig was my friend of long-standing.

I grieve from a deeply personal place.

Sharing that grief with the even greater grief

of his wife, Rebecca,

and his daughter, Georgia.

Let us not ignore, however,

- the thought, foremost in all our minds, - _

that this righteous man committed an unrighteous act.

And that, sadly, brings us here today.

It's not my place to judge, it's not my place to accuse.

- I'm simply here to share our sorrow - _

for the loss of the righteous.

And righteousness can be swamped.

The sturdiest vessel can be overcome by a wave

larger and more powerful than it can breach.

It was a powerful wave

that drove Gareth Konig onto the rocks.

We must recognise that to understand

the fearful choice he made.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Bishop Welles.

You worship at St. Andrews I believe, Mr. Walford.

My nod to God.

Expansive eulogy.

You don't screw with a major benefactor.

Pull donations from all of their charities.

I'll see the Archbishop knows why.

Georgia has something.

- Shame she's a slut. - Don't.

Tell her I'm grateful.

- Give her the boot. - I like her.

Tough.

No calls.

Meet me at the hotel.

As soon as you can get away.

It was worth retrieving.

Are you sure you can trust the diver?

Yes.

Who was it?

An old friend. We're safe.

For my personal collection.

It's done its job.

Could fall into the wrong hands just as easily as it did Dad's.

I'll get the original when I can.

He wants me to drop you.

I did it for you.

It's what you did.

As long as I still have you.

Let's celebrate.

Not standard mourning.

Who's mourning?

You make the pain.

I dull it.

What was I meant to do?

Not force that on her.

Her husband's dead.

You think she's been in and out of rehab

because they were happy?

Saint Gareth's either an act, or she's delusional.

You too, if you think he wasn't using you.

He wasn't.

He has a track record for way younger than you.

Huh?

He strip-mined you for things to use against me.

Go on, take another belt. Face it.

When you saw him...

before he shot himself, what did you say?

You spoke to him after.

What did he say?

That it was over.

I helped him face certain...

unpalatable truths.

About the business?

But... he was handling that.

What else?

There must have been something else, some other reason.

Are you responsible?

You are.

Goodnight.

A man died, Phillip!

Whatever he did, he shot himself because of you.

He was weak.

You must feel something!

You are pissed.

- Ah! - Phillip?

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We won't know the full impact of the arrest

until we stop sedation.

It's nearly a day.

Well, we've fixed the blocked artery.

Although we need to see how much damage has been done

to the heart.

- And we need to assess brain damage. - Is that likely?

Well, with cardiac arrest, it's possible.

We'll know when we stop sedation.

He's alive because you know CPR.

Ambulance!

Do it!

And his prognosis?

Well, he's survived.

But as to the quality of life going forward...

He may not remember.

He'll make your life hell if he does.

It already is.

Why do you think I just sat there?

I thought of Gareth.

And all the others he's destroyed.

- Gareth was playing you. - I can't do this.

It'd all be yours if you'd just sat down next to me.

You'd never have forgiven yourself.

Did it for you.

It's the one sin I could have lived with.

But thank you.

I know it's not cool for your mother to hover, but...

thought you might need her.

The long-term injury list is not delisted.

They'll reassess you next year. That locker's still yours.

But none of this belongs in there unless I play again.

This isn't you.

Come here.

You're not defeatist.

Damned if I know what is me.

This was most of me.

Marti must be wondering who she's gonna marry now.

A man she doesn't have to worry won't come home

every time he goes to work.

Pick up a course, study.

I'm defeatist?

Studying's a total admission that I need a new future.

I didn't think, I didn't think.

Find something that occupies you.

You'll go crazy otherwise.

Go.

Gone.

Danny...

I'll fill the year somehow.

I'm Julian Lee. I'm a cardiologist, Mr. Walford.

You've been in an induced coma.

Rest assured, we are doing the best for you.

You bloody well better.

"You bloody well better".

Good. Let's channel that fire into your recovery.

Cate.

Your wife's been very worried about you.

Tell her I remember.

Tell her...

that I remember.

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Uhh!

Ahh.

Ahh.

I think he's nearly up to handling the argument.

Dad. Now he's home.

About?

Well, that it's serious.

I've got a mother who would kill him if she could

and he, for obvious reasons, thinks I'm a whore.

And deceit's an aphrodisiac.

Unique.

Which is why you're still here.

Bloody hell, Jones.

No patient of mine sees his specialist

with the sheets like that.

I'll see him how I like.

Just a tick, Mr. Lee.

Take your time.

You're enjoying this.

The rate you've gone through nurses,

I'm glad we've finally found one that won't take your crap.

- Do you need me? - No, piss off.

I wasn't asking you.

I'm right for now.

Good luck.

You too.

Well?

Yes?

He's here.

I notice you've noticed.

- I'm sorry? - Our Mr. Lee.

Just 'cause you're married doesn't mean you're blind.

What's the best I can expect?

Like... this?

I certainly don't see you returning to full capacity.

Ever?

The arrest did considerable damage.

Oh, God.

What about a transplant?

A healthy, new heart?

You're getting way ahead.

I'm not a man who waits.

It's hardly a month.

Yeah, well, would it get me back on form?

You're better off with what you've got.

Unless you deteriorate.

If I do?

It's far too soon to be talking about this.

I'd replace part in my car, why not in myself?

Put me in the queue.

This is ridiculously premature.

Well, I'm a liability to the share price like this.

Ten million.

For cardiac research.

You can't buy your way onto the transplant list.

You won't be listed till you need one.

Why wait to wait? Twenty.

- Mr. Walford... - A whole new cardiac wing.

Naming rights, of course.

You don't seem to understand.

Make it happen!

Bad news, I assume?

He refuses to accept certain realities.

- I know you're doing your best. - Hm.

This last month,

I don't know what I would have done without you.

Would it be wrong to ask to see you...

away from here?

A drink couldn't hurt.

I'd like that.

It is wrong.

But...

I'll be in touch.

See nothing, charge nothing.

You've been summoned.

Shut the door.

- You want him. - Phillip...

Handsome, caring, smooth, your type. Of course you do.

He needs persuading.

How about making up for watching me die?

- Chocolate! - Chocolate!

I'll keep an eye out for that.

Excuse me.

Ha-ha! Mm!

How are you this morning, Carrie?

I did a painting.

Did you? I hope you brought it to show us.

How about later?

For everyone, hm?

- In you go. - Be a good girl.

- Have you got a moment? - Yeah.

I'm worried too.

I know you've said he can come to you.

I can't force him.

How's Martina?

Trying hard. He's not the man who proposed.

It's a long time to bunker.

I've exhausted my tricks.

The coach routine?

Couldn't hurt.

I'll give it a go.

Thank you.

I don't see the point.

You can't keep going the way you are.

In the middle.

Close your eyes.

Do it!

Now, what do you hear?

Closed.

Listen.

What?

Well?

What do you reckon?

Crowd.

And when did you hear it last?

In your mind?

- Last night. - Where?

I lie in bed every night and imagine

what it would have been like.

I know.

You know how?

I fed off that roar.

Your dad did too.

And we lived it.

It validated us and it's gone, so I get it.

And it eats you away

unless you find something to replace it.

Now, I found coaching.

Your dad, being a dad.

What about you?

I can't think past a clean bill of health next year.

- What if there's not one, Danny? - That's what's doing my head in.

You're dragging everyone down with you.

You miss the cheers, you find new ones.

They're there if you listen, mm?

From your mum. Martina, Bella.

Your mates giving a stuff.

From people who matter.

Not some faceless crowd.

I know which I'd value more.

Close your eyes.

- Listen. - What?

Go on. Do it.

Nothing.

Now, that's a start.

Now, fill the silence, Danny.

Only you can figure how.

Sweetheart.

Thanks.

For hanging in there.

Both of you.

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The young tourist walked too close to the edge

of the cliff when he fell.

The man, in his twenties,

is currently being kept alive on life support.

It is not yet known if he will make a recovery,

although reports are far from optimistic.

This isn't the first serious accident to happen

at the popular tourism site.

A barrier wall will be erected

to prevent any further accidents.

Another idiot tourist taking selfies?

They see tragedy, I see hope.

That could be my heart.

No!

The full Trump!

- Right on your... ? - Yep!

- Right between the... ? - Total pussy grab.

And he was 90 not out!

The old "she's a nurse, she's a goer" syndrome.

- Business done, Bart? - Yeah.

Took eight months to get to my smuttier tales.

I'll settle in for the night.

How is he?

Obsessively channel surfing for carnage.

Oh, it's such a ghoulish habit.

Makes sense when time's running out.

She's never admitted that before.

Well, he's deteriorating faster than expected.

He's actually earned his place on the list.

Not that you minded using your charms to persuade Julian.

Don't.

Phillip only has himself to blame.

The Mata Hari of the transplant list.

- Drink? - No.

Would have happened anyway. Who am I kidding?

Honesty? Refreshing!

If Phillip would just show a drop of humanity

in his suffering...

- If he did? - ... I might find some of my own.

I won't be in for dinner.

See you in the morning.

Don't judge me.

I worry for you.

Only one more, yeah?

Yeah.

One thing you can count on,

more death and disaster tomorrow.

Yes. Another tourist's on life support.

Young, fit.

Ripe for the harvest.

You're the only one who gets it, Sandra.

As predatory as "it" is.

One night.

Soon.

Don't lie there waiting for the call.

It's time better spent sleeping.

No, no, leave it.

You made it!

I feel like Methuselah.

- Come on. - I'll get a drink.

- We are such a cliche. - Huh?

The girls watch a tearjerker

while the groom has his last night of,

quote-unquote, "freedom".

Stops Martina worrying about what he's up to.

- She's not one to talk. - Bella.

You didn't see her on her hen's night.

Ah, what happens at the Cross stays at the Cross, thank you.

Tell.

No.

I'm a mother, not a nun.

So, Sophia,

what did you get up to on your hen's night then, huh?

What happens in Dubbo stays in Dubbo.

- Ooh! - Dubbo?

Dubbo!

Could I get a beer schooner please?

- Old man. - Don't you start!

Hey. Watch him.

He's alright.

- Oi! Piss off! - Whoa, easy bro!

Hey!

What are you doing?

Danny!

Uh!

Never fails.

- Timing. - Keep watching.

This better be good.

No.

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You're distracted.

You could make sure, you know.

What?

If it keeps dragging on.

Slip him something. Toy with his meds.

Put everyone out of their misery.

Don't even joke.

You've thought about it, you know you have.

There's a long way between thought and deed.

Not always.

There must be something you can do.

If there only was.

He's in there somewhere.

It's just his body now.

No, if we wait...

he'll get better.

He won't.

It's a massive internal haemorrhage, sweetheart.

We can continue to delay, if you wish.

It's not what he'd want.

Please, please.

He wouldn't wanna linger.

He always loved helping people.

And it will.

It's his living memorial.

The paperwork's ready. We'll proceed when you are.

Have all the time you need for goodbyes.

Then we'll take him.

It's like they said. There's no hope.

He's being prepared for organ donation.

Marti?

She's accepted. She needs you.

- Thanks, mate. - Come on. Thank you.

That's it?

They're saying their goodbyes.

- You okay? - No.

But Sophia would want you to pay your respects.

Then let the team know and we'll gather tomorrow.

- Okay, coach. - Let's go.

Just a tick.

As soon as that's done, you go to their place.

We have to protect them from the truth.

Goodnight, my darling.

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Danny!

There must be something you can do.

We have to protect them from the truth.

I know that *** prepared for my husband.

You're lucky you saved my life.

Find better ways to use you, than being a prick.

- Were you in on it? - No.

I'll never forgive you if you're lying.

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