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Lunch next Sunday.

Sophia Grey and Bella with Martin Budd

and Danny's former coach.

If you bring your crew,

you can film footage to go with any later interview.

Discreet on the day, no questions.

- Hey, Marc? - Yeah?

There's a lunch with the Walfords on Sunday.

I can take someone. You probably don't wanna go.

Yeah, sure.

She's not my type, mate.

Nothing below an eight, eh?

Just help her feel attractive.

Who's that?

David Starke, Danny Grey's coach.

Played with his father back in the day.

- Is he close to Sophia? - No idea.

Invite him next Sunday.

The photos to blow his world apart.

You're saying a very eminent member of the clergy

is using photos of a sexual nature,

taken of you by your father, to blackmail you?

- Found. - The photos?

Under his desk in the study.

Explain these.

We're charging your client.

It's gonna be a media frenzy once word's out.

She could even be at risk.

My advice: she grabs her mum

and goes to ground somewhere away from the press.

I'll settle them somewhere and let you know.

You're coming with us.

You can be Bart Walford's mother-in-law

or you can suffer with Welles.

Your fiance just got one of the most respected

churchmen in the country arrested!

He was blackmailing her!

With dirty pictures taken by her father?

What part of this doesn't scream "abort"?

She's bad business!

Shove it up your arse!

You think she'll want you without this?!

You'll be dead to me!

Mikael!

There's a problem!

What do you mean "there's a problem"?

She's down here.

She's taken some pills.

She must have done it while I was packing.

Rebecca?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

- How many did you take? - Don't...

- We fought. - Get her things.

Shouldn't I call for help first?

The last thing we need is the questions this will raise.

From now on, you listen.

Marry her

and you can forget about any of this!

Shove it up your arse!

You think she'll want you without this?!

You'll be dead to me!

You couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you?

Phillip.

Sandra?

Here.

He was screaming at Bart and he just went down.

Ambulance, now.

I've got him.

- Deep, slow breaths. - Like before.

It's not an arrest,

you need to stay calm. Breathe.

- He gets nothing. - Stop talking. Breathe.

Bart gets nothing, you hear?

Just calm down.

- Get me pen and paper. - No!

Stay calm. Cate?

They want to talk to you.

I'm his nurse. He's had a transplant.

It's arrhythmia.

Quick as you can.

Give them the details.

And his pills, the green ones.

And a glass of cold water. Go.

Please hurry.

Shhhh.

Nothing.

Hey, can I get a lift with you as far as the park?

Mm, course.

Hey, that's not all you're having?

Oh, Martina is taking me through some exercises.

In lieu of lipo, she says.

- I don't wanna barf. - Please!

Regurgitate. Better?

Been so long since I've done any and she pushes her clients hard.

- She offered? - She did.

That's promising.

It's the main reason I said yes.

Now to choose from my wide array of activewear.

Hey.

Thank you.

I suffer for the greater good.

- And for another reason. - What do you mean?

Health. It's good to be healthy.

Oh yeah, that too.

Why, what did you think I meant?

Nothing.

It sucks less each time, I swear.

I knew there was a reason I've avoided exercise.

Grunt and sweat over surgery any day.

Squats don't help your boobs.

I'm joking!

Don't start.

You looked lovely at the foundation launch.

Why do always do that when you're complimented?

Did you see some of those women?

"Lovely" is relative.

You're too focused on what you're not.

Wake up to what you are.

Right, one more set and then we're done.

This will help. Ready?

Marc came round yesterday, he sort of said the same.

He asked me to the players' barbie.

You're going out with Marc?

- No, not like a date. - Oh.

He was really nice though.

So I asked him to the Walford lunch and he said yes.

Right.

Look alive! Let's go, look alive!

Sharpen up, men!

Watch that ball!

- Marc, Marc. - Hey.

Hey. So... Bella.

Are they dates?

One's a barbie, one's a lunch.

You know she has a crush on you, right?

I need my man on the field, Marti.

See you around.

Hey, she's asking about Bella. I told you it was a bad idea.

Get amongst it, go on.

I asked him to make Bella feel good.

Help her forget this surgery carry-on.

She thinks he cares.

- He does. - Because you told him to.

What if she finds out?

There goes whatever confidence she does have.

Well, I thought if she felt attractive...

- She is attractive. - You know what I mean.

I thought if she got a bit of attention, like you wags do.

Look, David, that's...

that's sweet, but so wrongheaded.

- Does Sophia know? - No.

Were you going to tell her about it?

If Bella decides against the surgery, sure, yeah.

And if she doesn't? Or if she gets hurt?

- She won't. - She might.

And if I can figure it out, so can Sophia.

Whatever happened to

never darkening the elevator doors again?

Those doors are plenty dark as it is.

Thought you'd be at the hospital?

I thought you might be too at some point.

Last I heard, I was cut off. Just came to get my things.

Is this what you really want?

He drew the line in the sand.

You were both pretty busy in the drawing department.

Is now the time for ultimatums? He is sick.

Mum said he was improving.

All I've ever done is cave.

I do it on this, he'll own me forever.

I'm gonna marry her.

He can get stuffed.

- Should I pass that on? - I wouldn't.

Not if you wanna keep all the perks.

How do you feel about being owned?

Feel free to knock her out.

It's bad enough being here

without listening to her slur on.

If you'd listened to me initially,

we wouldn't have to dope her up,

but you had to go for the jugular.

It's in the genes.

And look where it got you.

You do know you work for me, right?

And you should know not to push me.

Everything okay?

Fine.

Bye.

What was that about?

Boredom.

I had to shake the press. You haven't been out, have you?

What, with the Welles-lovers hating?

You should read today's posts.

I'm a lying bitch who deserves to die, apparently.

His lawyers are on to me,

trying to track your mother down.

And the cops?

Buying she's in shock. For now, anyway.

Did anyone try to talk you out of going?

Just Sandra. She was the only one there.

I love that you're supporting me.

But Phillip's sick.

I wouldn't blame you for talking it out.

You're all I need.

Make me a drink?

He's nothing if he's tossed out.

Can I help, maybe?

Don't lurk.

Anything?

You should have said that six years ago.

Forgive me, baby.

Forgive me.

Which means that you'll be discharged in a day or so.

But a warning.

Yes, I overdid things, you're stating the obvious.

Atrial fibrillation is a bullet you dodged this time.

Your body might not be rejecting its new heart,

but refusing to accept its limitations

could well limit your future.

Why don't you just say "you'll die"?

He'll do all he can. Thank you.

You were being snide.

I'll say thanks on the way out.

I should hope so.

And heed her warning.

- Do you want anything done? - Yes.

Have Sandra contact everyone about Sunday.

I agree, it can wait.

Tell her it's on.

What did the doctor just say?

No dramas, just lunch.

Let everyone know.

Sandra will be there anyway.

And Bart?

Come on, you've calmed down. Why can't you back down?

Where will it get us if you don't?

So he'll invite both of them?

Well, I can't see Bart coming without her.

Phillip's not mad about it,

but the doctor's convinced him that turmoil could be terminal.

Might take more than lunch to get him back.

He was here earlier, getting his things.

What did he say?

Phillip accepts Georgia unconditionally,

or he loses him.

The words "get" and "stuffed" were in there somewhere.

Phillip always wanted a strong son.

Now he has one, he hates it.

Would you talk to Bart?

Convince him to test the waters by coming.

I think he sees me more as in Phillip's camp lately.

- Cate... - Please, for me.

You know what they say about messengers and bullets?

It's a family matter.

I'm spending some time with Thomas.

I'll be back when his nibs is.

You're almost family.

There is such a thing as getting too involved.

You're quitting?

But I thought it was all going so well!

It wasn't, then it was.

Now it's not.

- Mm. - Hey.

There you go.

I ignored my moral compass for Cate.

You and her seem so close.

I don't wanna be around the pain if it goes belly up.

If you told me what was going on...

The fact that I can't means it's nothing to be proud of.

Look.

Yeah!

Yeah, they're kicking that orange ball.

I'll see Phillip home, do the lunch.

And then, sweetheart, you'll have Mummy all to yourself.

Go ahead.

Call Bart.

Calling Bart Walford, work.

Bye.

Good picture. Bye, Lucy.

- Bye! See you later. - See ya.

Uh, aren't we seeing each other on Sunday?

We are. Um...

I wanna run a thought by you.

It's odd, don't you think?

Phillip still having this lunch,

given his health and the media full of Georgia Konig.

When you put it like that. He's clearly recovered.

What if I said he's doing it to be close to you?

- He hardly knows me. - Precisely.

Why his sudden interest?

Why the Danny Grey Foundation?

Might Phillip Walford...

have your son's heart?

It's...

No, there are strict protocols protecting donor identity.

I know, I've researched.

It would be next to impossible for him to find out.

Exactly.

But he is Phillip Walford.

If anyone could get around it...

he could.

Mother.

I don't know how you managed it.

- He called? - Yeah.

It wasn't me.

It's clearly a concession.

Hear him out.

- Well, I'm here, aren't I? - You know what I mean.

Do what's right.

For us.

Georgia and I.

But... point taken.

Man to man.

Darling, I know you and I have drifted apart, but are we okay?

Yeah, of course.

Me getting closer to your father

does not remove you from my affections.

And me getting closer to Georgia doesn't remove you from mine.

It's just something I have to do alone.

I called yesterday.

Make 'em wait: you taught me that.

When you have them on the back foot.

I'm certainly not.

Well?

I still choose Georgia, non-negotiable.

If you wanna cut me off for it...

You think that's what I want?

You put it out there, not me.

You were the one screaming it.

I have to minimise tension.

Well, that's in your hands.

I don't capitulate easily.

Tell me about it.

Alright.

Original plan: bring her on Sunday.

She impresses, you'll get my nod, scandal and all.

But if my assessment till now has been right...

It hasn't.

If it has, and you persist...

the exit sign is clearly marked.

And I will take it.

I'm glad you're good.

It's time.

So, what do you get out of all of this?

Other than...

getting the chance to flash your gorgeous body.

Don't worry: I approve of your being in charge.

She needs help.

So, what is it?

As she climbs the ladder...

so do you?

I want in to Walford World.

Which is why I'll protect her from anything...

and anyone.

There you go.

Sunday is back on.

My audition.

I get one shot, I have to play it perfectly.

Well, you're running the show apparently, so good luck.

I'm sorry.

Better?

You're being cocky when you should be cautious.

Get used to playing a victim of twisted patriarchy.

People feel too guilty about doubting you to doubt you.

On that note: Sophia Grey.

- She'll be at the lunch. - Exactly.

Remember what I said about her at the foundation do?

To Phillip Walford...

she was most important person in that room.

Sophia Grey.

It's an appropriate setting.

I saw that.

Do I care?

- You didn't have to bring me. - Trust is earned.

One thing I certainly won't be saying is,

"Come meet my mother".

Must you be so nasty?

Listen, play nice.

There too.

You sure about this?

Have I ever been wrong before?

Victim of twisted patriarchy it is, then.

- Mrs. Grey? - Yes?

- You're... - Georgia Konig, yes.

- I've seen you. - Yeah, who hasn't?

Nothing like telling unpalatable truths

to get yourself on the front page, right?

I've come for your help.

- May I come in? - Sure.

- You sure water's enough? - It's perfect.

Thank you for seeing me.

You must be wondering why I'm here.

Mm. Curious.

You've read what's being written about me.

It must be awful.

It is.

So you believe me, then?

Why wouldn't we?

Um... not everyone does.

Why would you make something like that up?

A lot of the trolls think that I did.

I'm a liar who deserves rape, or even death.

It's sick.

Anyway...

Phillip's against my engagement to Bart.

I can't blame him,

but he's willing to give me a second chance on Sunday.

And if things go well, he might even reconsider.

So I wanted to have at least met you

before I walk into the fire.

Let you meet the real me.

Not Phillip's version or the church's.

At least the ones supporting Welles.

Or the cops' or the media.

I'm not a victim.

Or a villain.

I'm just a girl in love,

wanting to move beyond the past.

After what happened to you...

I don't want pity, just empathy.

And for you to be relaxed with me on Sunday.

And maybe to put in a good word.

- We'll do our best. - Very best.

I can't thank you enough.

So, I hear you're a piano prodigy of sorts.

No! Uh...

Well, I'm studying, but...

...no.

Maybe you could play at the wedding.

If we get that far, that is.

I will if you ask.

You don't have to keep feeding me pills.

I won't ruin this for her.

It's the least I can do after all that I've failed to do.

Why should I believe you?

You know when someone is lying.

Men like you always do.

Men who live by their wits.

It's not an insult.

Men like me would need more than a promise to behave.

So will she.

Yes?

They're so on side.

You are clever.

I feel for her.

- She was nice. - Yeah.

Can you believe she knew I play?

Surprised me.

I won't count on the wedding gig. As if.

We should do all we can on Sunday.

See how it goes.

I'll go ahead and check on everything.

You rest. There's an hour or so.

I would have never given the girl this chance once.

Well, as long as you give her a proper one now.

I'll keep my word, if she passes muster.

For Bart.

For all of us.

I regret shouting at you.

Well, you wouldn't have once.

Do some preliminary packing while we're gone.

Done hiding?

- If today goes well. - What about the press?

They won't mess with a bona fide Walford.

You're that sure of your father's blessing?

I'm sure of what I've got planned.

Ready?

Why all the rush?

We're making a stop on the way.

For... ?

You'll see.

Good luck.

Darling.

From me too.

Bella! They'll be here soon, come on.

It's her third change of outfit.

There's something I wanted to talk about.

Mum.

What do you think? Too much?

If I say you look lovely, take the compliment.

Really? Do I?

Thanks.

I'll wait out front.

There's a first for everything.

Haven't seen her this geed-up in years.

You were about to say?

Oh, hold that. It's them.

Remember: friendly, brotherly.

Hey!

- Bloody David. - Mm-hm.

Hi.

So, I'll ride with you guys?

Yeah, sure.

God, you look gorgeous.

- You do. - Oh.

Shove my gear aside if there's not enough room.

You look... good. Yeah.

Oh, I'll meet you there, Mum.

- You're not coming with us? - No.

Is he why she's so excited?

It's kind of what I have to talk to you about.

So, I was thinking maybe we could go out somewhere after.

- Maybe. - We'll see how we go.

I hoped it'd get her off the surgery kick.

I knew how much you hated it.

That's pretty much it.

Are you mad?

You can't be expected to know how vulnerable she is.

Even I didn't until recently.

You hinted at it.

It goes much deeper than just wanting surgery.

This could set her right back.

- You are mad. - No...

- I wouldn't blame you. - I'm concerned.

I just didn't think.

I'll talk to Marc. And Martina.

She hasn't got the full facts either.

I'm not angry, honestly.

One for execution, ten for motivation.

Mm. I care.

I love you.

I know.

Yes, David.

Yes what?

I've wanted a good man.

I've found him.

I would love to marry you.

Yes?

- Yes. - Yes!

Yes!

You have access to everything,

but discretion is the word of the day.

Always.

First thing: lose him.

He's got a cold. Phillip's immune system is still weak.

Done.

I have to admit, I'm surprised Phillip's well enough

to go through with this after his relapse.

Today's very important to him.

Can I ask why?

What did I say about quotes?

Trust me, I don't wanna screw this up.

Clearly there's an upside to doing right by the Walfords.

- They're here? - They are.

Good. I've got a job for you.

Keep an eye on the Konig minx.

Oh, I figured you'd be doing enough of that yourself.

I need to spread myself around and she'll be on for me.

I want to know what she's like when I'm not watching.

Problem?

No, but we need to talk. Later.

Watch her.

I'm looking forward to this.

Sophia, that is beautiful.

- Oh, my Gosh! - You must be thrilled.

Just slightly.

Did you have this in your pocket the whole time?

I'm not a total desperado.

We swung by the house to tell Carrie, my daughter.

She was over the moon.

I'm sure! Phillip.

It's become a celebration.

Ah.

We've hijacked your event.

It just happened.

Then you can celebrate among friends.

Welcome.

David, I presume?

The lucky man.

I reckon so.

My warmest congratulations.

I'm sure Danny would have been delighted.

- Hmm, this way. - Uh, we're right here.

But we're in here.

After what we just did, you want to risk it for that?

Because of what we just did.

I hope Cate doesn't mind me stealing you away.

No, no, not at all.

Bella seems happy.

David's already like family. She approves.

Bart and I haven't managed much of that.

Approval.

Not helped by this situation with Georgia.

I look forward to your take on her.

- So, you wanted to talk? - Yes, uh...

I don't like to presume.

I spoke of friendship earlier. I meant it.

Do you have Danny's heart?

I have overstepped.

There's no way you could know, I...

- I shouldn't have said anything. - It's alright.

Yes.

I do.

Oh.

It's the one thing that made sense of it all.

How did you find out?

Money can buy anything.

Sad fact of life.

And a confession.

I set up the foundation to meet you.

I wanted to take your measure before deciding on this moment.

I...

I can see why a man like you would be cautious.

You know I expect nothing from you.

I do.

Just to know he gave you life is...

is enough.

- Can I ask who knows? - Only Sandra.

Oh, and I'd be grateful if it could stay that way.

- Not Cate? - No, not for now.

I'd like we two to feel comfortable

before including others. Yes?

Between us, for now?

How wonderful.

David, have you managed to set a date?

Not yet. Early days.

I can take on anything after that.

Let's do it.

You and Phillip looked rather pally.

He was being sweet about our engagement.

It wasn't the right time to ask.

As long as I get the scoop when you do.

If I ever do.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Show time.

There's a reason we're late.

Horrible traffic.

You look well.

You're here now.

Georgia.

I'm glad I am.

You looking past the scandal means everything.

We won't dwell on events,

but if you want to talk anything through.

It won't help, but thank you.

I appreciate the offer.

No, I'm here to forget for an afternoon.

Let's see what we can do about that.

- Introductions. - I know these two.

I visited to make sure this wouldn't be awkward.

Hey, how are you doing, Sophia?

- Bella. Hi. - Hi!

Glad I did. Icebreaker.

Are these your friends?

- Hey, I'm Georgia. - Hi, Martina.

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

- David. - Hi. Ah, David.

She has a way of surprising.

I've read you're a rugby union man.

Tastes change.

Then come and watch the boys play, meet Danny's team.

Yes, I'd like that.

I am a lucky man.

I don't doubt it.

I am not asking you

to do anything you're not comfortable with,

just be aware, her...

vulnerabilities are deeper than she shows.

So, let her down gently.

Take her attention as a compliment.

And take care.

The truth would really hurt her.

- You don't have to worry. - Good!

It means so much that you cared.

I've missed you.

Sandra...

Makes me feel bad about some things I've said.

Like?

Stupid stuff.

Rating women.

She seems to be holding her own.

More than us.

You're a lot better with people than me.

Sometimes.

Just every conversation today somehow ends up back at Danny.

He's why we're here.

But it brings home that he's not.

So... Marc.

Boyfriend or... ?

Oh... or, or.

At least, I think so.

It would be nice if it was more but...

You can do so much better than a footballer.

I'm serious!

Yeah.

Come on, you're intelligent, beautiful, creative.

You need an equal.

Stick with me, hon. We'll find him.

Chirpy for someone dealing with molestation by her father

and blackmail by a bishop, yes?

No questions, remember.

Who can blame her wanting to forget.

And no digging for quotes.

Jane, was it?

That's right.

I know when I'm being talked about.

Your friends in the press have had...

a lot to say about me.

So I wanted to say...

please don't tar the Walfords with my brush today.

They're good people who made me feel welcome

at a time when many wouldn't.

They support a victim of incest over a blackmailer.

Church or no church.

I hope that finds its way into your story.

I think that's one quote Phillip won't mind me using.

- I should check. - Jane.

I'm gonna check.

The Korean deal.

You put it together, you run it.

- You approve? - Yes.

And Georgia?

"Approve" might be a stretch, but she's had a rough trot.

She's doing well in there. No self-pity.

Good. I liked her taking initiative with the Greys

and then being upfront about it.

You'll see what I do.

Phillip asked me to watch her. I think it's an act.

Well, she was charming, the small chat we had.

You saw what she wanted you to.

Well, I'm not easily taken in.

You haven't been watching like me.

Let Phillip know.

I'm not sure what he's up to with Bart.

Right.

I've been too unbending.

I'd like you to move home,

with a promotion in the company and a raise.

- Appealing? - Yes.

And regarding Georgia,

given what her father and Welles have put her through,

some benefit of the doubt wouldn't go astray.

Excuse the interruption. Phillip.

I'm just giving Bart the good news.

You can formally announce your engagement.

Just a moment, if you...

Actually, before you do...

I wanted you to both know how serious I am about Georgia,

that we don't need your blessing,

even though I'm grateful for it.

That's why I set things into motion the day we got engaged.

The month's just ticked over.

Please don't go off again.

We married on our way here.

So, I will move back in, thank you.

With my wife.