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Joseph's not talking
about a new career.

- It's just a stopgap.
- Exactly.

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

Yeah, there's an
attraction here.

It would be a mistake.

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

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

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

Your point is?

There have been several accusations
of bullying made against you.

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

That particularly
cute guy is into you,

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

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

- Hang on. Ah!
- Yes!

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

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

As long as our
girls can be close.

- How close?
- Sisters.

I wanted
my child to grow up

in a house of equals.

A house of respect, cooperation.

Harry, can you hand
me the dooverlackie?

- The allen key?
- Yeah, the thingummybob.

- Here.
- Oh, she knows.

A house with a
fair degree of mess

but a greater degree of heart.

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

Maybe I'd be better
placed sourcing wine.

It's more about
the ritual of it.

I'm just literally
holding the instructions.

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

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

I'm just trying to include you.

But once I got into
my third trimester,

it was hard not to notice
some divisions forming.

Harry and Liz were
gainfully employed,

dashing home from
their full-time jobs...

Oh, no. You're
not going already?

Yeah. My Uber's
two minutes away.

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

I miss you too.

- Coffee tomorrow.
- Yes. Yeah, yeah.

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

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

Then there was Heather and Ben.

Unemployed, close to broke,

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

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

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

I'm not super comfortable
being waited on.

Well, it's not
about your comfort.

- What's it about?
- Our pain.

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

Maybe the lower
end of the middle?

And I wasn't sure
if it was something

I should be worried about.

Ains!

I've got some pretty
exciting news.

Evie is now officially
on the waitlist

for St Alena's Ladies' College.

And her sister will
be enrolled as well.

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

Eight sports fields.

Three theatres...

Isn't this all a bit premature?

It would have been
nice to be consulted.

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

She looked up over 50
graduates from St Alena's

versus graduates
from public schools.

- Look at this.
- Who is that?

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

- Could be either.
- OK, this one.

- Um...
- St Alena's.

St Alena's...

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

Just... just randomly.

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

One of her better
Instagram posts.

Lachlan, I went to
a public school.

It was a different
world back then, Ains.

My parents educated me
privately the whole way.

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

Yeah, well, that
part's the same.

Look how nice their teeth are.

Do you have a minute?

Yeah. Do you mind
if I keep raking?

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

Yeah, of course.

I was just wondering
if you had an opinion

about public versus
private schools.

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

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

that I'm considering
for my child.

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

Apparently we are, yes.

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

Mia's mum chose St Alena's, and

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

so it's a bit...

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

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

Um...

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

So why don't you cut
out the middleman

and... hit her up yourself?

I sensed it might
not be the ideal time

to ask the house about
wealth and privilege.

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

Sorry. Just

no matter how
painful they may be.

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

- What is your fucking problem?
- Sorry?

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

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

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

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

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

OK? I'm conducting my
own independent research.

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

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

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

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

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

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

it might not be
the school's fault.

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

OK, rude and unnecessary.

Look, I'm just not sure

about exposing her to
this level of privilege.

That is the whole fucking point.

Good morning. I'm
Olivia Shelton-Woods.

Welcome to St Alena's
Ladies' College.

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

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

so if you have any
questions at any point,

please don't hesitate to ask.

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

We're standing in the
Margaret Connor Wing.

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

employed by the
Victoria Police in 1916

a trailblazing pioneer

and tireless advocate
for women's rights.

Now, if you'd like to follow me,

we'll head on over to
the Barclay Commons.

Lovely. Yes. Lead on.

She's impressive, isn't she?

Just be fucking cool!

Do not blow this for me.

Sorry. So sorry.

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

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

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

Um... uh, how many
occasions now?

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

and just this weekend with
Jason the political strategist.

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

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

It was predominantly
quite... good.

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

if that makes any sense.

That's my whole life. Um...

How did... how did it
operate logistically?

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

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

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

- Yeah.
- So, was that challenging?

Like, in terms
of... choreography?

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

- Fuck!

I just have so many
questions. Um...

Are... are you OK?

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

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

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

You are

spectacular.

OK? It is a glorious
package deal.

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

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

I will do it again,
because it delivers.

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

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

Uh... um...

Yeah, no, I'm

I'm in quite good spirits.

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

but also surprisingly simple.

Um...

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

In what capacity?

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

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

Are you seriously
seeing Stuart again?

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

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

Actually, four now.
But I never stay over.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a new dynamic
for Stuart and I,

and I would say a
vastly superior one.

I mean, just think of me as a

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

That's what Audrey Hepburn
said about smoking.

Ha! She died of colon
cancer, not lung.

So... see you tomorrow.

Well, we've already
learned something today.

What's that?

Some of our housemates are
a little too comfortable

being served by us.

Ains and Xavier -
appropriately embarrassed.

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

No! Hazza's not a
realsilver-spooner.

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

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

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

No, you've already
made the entire meal!

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

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

It's just easier for
everyone that way.

Thanks, mate.

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

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

from the broader
household at this time.

Interesting.
- Hazza? Top-up?

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

And I acknowledge
your confusion...

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

It's alright, mate.
Finish him off.

But, um, I have the
upper hand here.

- Oh, here she is!

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

Look at you! Mia,
this is Xavier.

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

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

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

- Oh.
She prefers you clean-shaven,

but I'm all about
the stubble, mate.

Oh, my God, Dad!

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

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

Yeah. Oh, well. You hungry?

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

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

Oh, yeah. Dad said.

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

Yeah. The teachers
are really nice.

And?

And

it's a really good environment.

Maybe, um, you know, tell 'em

about the facilities
and stuff, mate?

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

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

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

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

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

What?

Are kind of bitches.

- What, really?
- They are.

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

I just don't feel like I fit in.

- Oh.
- Sorry.

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

Sorry, proud?

Yeah! Of not fitting
in with the rich kids.

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

which was partially
because of the rich kids

and partially my
love for Les Mis.

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

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

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

but it also gave me this
wonderful start in life and

you know, some really
cherished memories.

You would have been
so up yourself.

I was a bit up myself. Yeah.

Do you want my two cents' worth?

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

Breeding grounds for arseholes.

You send Evie to
a private school,

I will not be her godmother.

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

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

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

I think that's a bit far.

I actually think
they're quite fetching.

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

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

throw a lot of
money at something,

you generally get
a better result,

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

Thank you all for...

Yeah, so as long as
yourchild does well,

I mean, who cares about
anything else, right?

Sorry?

I just think that the whole
private school system,

it... it hurts other kids.

OK.

How exactly?

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

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

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

Plus, they're tribalising kids.

They are teaching children
to be elitist arseholes.

Well, frankly, I just think

that the whole system
should be abolished.

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

Do not get out of your chairs.

Hey. Mia's only 13.

- So...
- What?

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

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

No, I realise that, but...

- Do you disagree with me?
- No!

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

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

Come on. We aregetting along.

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

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

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

and... and so would Liz, but

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

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

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

if you could please
just back away.

OK. Fine.

I'll change the subject.

The most important thing is

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

and really hear them.

Yeah, spot-on, Lizzie.

You know, at
the end of the day,

the biggest problem
- intolerance.

Yeah, or is the real problem

not talking about
the real problems?

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

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

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

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

that is the private
school system.

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

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

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

Yeah, but
is it pragmatism?

Or is it justifying privilege?

On that note

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

The chickpea salad
was just delicious.

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

I think I've had my fill.

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

Thank you!

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

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

He didn't defend me at all.

It was basically
Xavier attacking me,

saying that I was privileged.

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

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

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

Are we really about to have sex?

Well, I mean, I'm here.

Well, I mean, to
be fair, you were

quite privileged.

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

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

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

This'll be interesting.

Hello?

So, that
went well.

- Thanks for the backup.
- What?

Xavier was totally out of order.

He... he crossed line after line

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

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

Bullshit! I was making sense.

He made some very
salient points.

He was regurgitating platitudes
for the sake of argument.

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

Well, so were you!

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

Are you

are you at Stuart's?

That's not... relevant.

What, so you just
run to Stuart now?

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

He's your confidant, is he?

Well, you're never around.

If you think you can have

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

I'm... I'm delusional?

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

when it clearly makes
you uncomfortable.

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

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

You were electrified by
the threesomes yesterday.

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

I do feel good about it!

Do you?

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

doesn't make you
any sort of expert.

This is charming.

Isn't it?

I'm hanging up.

So am I.

This decision
was agonising enough

when I was worried
about the cost,

let alone the ethical nightmare.

I could be denying her
a world of opportunity

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

or polluting her with
God knows what if I did.

You right, Ains?

Sorry.

Was I noisy?

Nah, nah, nah. I'm awake.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Just

a bit uncomfortable.

Oh.

Did you go to a public
or a private school?

Uh, kinda... both.

Well, it was a religious school

that did cost a little bit, but

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

It was more like a hybrid.

Do you think it
was good for you?

Uh... definitely had an effect.

'Cause I do feel pretty hybrid.

In life, you know.

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

But if she has to
watch her sister

go to some... really.

You right?

- What is it?

- Ains.

- What can I do?
- Get Heather.

OK.

Heather!

- When did it start?
- Just now.

OK. Can you describe it?

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

OK.

It's labour, isn't it?

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

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

There's nothing to
be alarmed about.

OK.

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

Just help me get
her onto the couch.

Alright. You right, Ains?

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

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

27 weeks. A long
way from cooked.

Oh, man.

Hey.

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

- Definitely better than before.
- Good.

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

Kind of. Why?

Look, it's probably nothing,

but I reckon we should
head to the hospital.

- Oh, no. Heath!
- Ains!

They're probably just gonna
send you straight home.

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

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

You're driving.

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

Can someone
call Lachlan?

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

- That's it.
- Nice and slow.

- Nice and slow.

- You right?
- Mmm.

It's going straight to
voicemail. Not ringing.

- Just send him a text.
- No!

Ains, we need to get
you to the hospital.

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

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

Just get Lachlan. Bring
him to the hospital.

Alright.
- OK. Nice and slow.

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

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

Bugger.

It's Roderick. Bugger!

Um...

Heather
Doyle. Leave a message.

- Heath.

Alright, you're
gonna kill me, but

look, Ainsley said
Roderick Street.

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

so if you could just text me.

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

Just, uh... text me. Sorry.

Come on, you dickhead.

You fucking idiot.

Work it out. It's...

Lachlan!

Lachlan Best! Lachlan!

Jesus, mate! It's 1am!

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

Lachlan!

Fuck's sake!

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

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

It is a miracle
when I fall asleep!

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

by some prick in stubbie shorts!

- What's going on?

Well, it's definitely
not Braxton Hicks,

which is obviously not ideal,

but you're responding really
well to the nifedipine,

- so, hopefully...
Ains!

I am so sorry about the phone.

Mel's been having so
much trouble sleeping,

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

Mel is the other woman
Lachlan has also impregnated.

Are you OK?

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

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

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

for the remainder
of your pregnancy,

but the way you're
responding to treatment,

it's not looking likely.

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

and then you should
be able to go home.

Thank God.

Do you think

is stress a factor at play here?

Because I've been finding
meditation really helpful,

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

I thought hewas the father.

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

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Heather rang?
- Texted.

What's your latest update?

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

Clothes, toiletries,
assorted ladies' items.

She's sending us
the same messages.

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

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

Do patients wear make-up?

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

Which bits?

OK, you... you go clothes.

OK.

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

Agreed.

There's just one
thing I need to say.

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

Oh, I was lashing out.

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

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

I just took us
back there. Sorry.

Withdraw that last statement.

But I'm not a failure, Harry.

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

You know, and I hear your
concerns about Stuart.

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

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

So it isserious?

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

- Thank God they'rehere.

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

It was like having a
narcoleptic as a birth partner.

- Seriously.

36-hour labour.

I'm crowning, yelling at him,

"Get yourself a bloody Moccona!"

Five minutes after the birth,

he falls asleep sitting
up and he does his neck!

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

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

Lovely.

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

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

Excellent.

- Oh!
- Hey. Are you OK?

I'm so much better.

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

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

then you can decide
what you don't need.

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

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

Thank you.

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

The staff are getting the shits.

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

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

Well, obviously,
I'm not leaving.

Actually, Lachlan, would
you mind going in to work

and letting them know
what's happening?

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

Let's not panic them just yet.

I'll see you soon.

When I first got the
message about all this,

I did have the
horrifying thought

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

No!

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

And just to be clear, Ains,

wherever you do decide
to send Evie to school,

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

- Of course.
- Yeah, for sure.

Thank you.

Heather?

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

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

You havemade that clear. Yep.

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

no matter what
school she goes to,

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

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

And, you know, in the
spirit of conciliation,

I should just acknowledge
that I do think

the concern about an
atmosphere of privilege

is a... legitimate one.

I really do.

But I would also add

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

is that no matter where
she goes to school,

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

What does that mean?

What stripe am I?
The povo stripe?

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

No, you are the
salt of the earth.

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

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

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

And are you the flower
in this scenario, Liz?

You're twisting
my words, Heather!

Am I? Or am I
just quoting you verbatim?

- The wind beneath our wings.
- Heather.

Why is it getting slower?

I'll get someone.

In the second bed.

Hello, Ainsley. I'm Dr Newell.

I'm afraid your baby is
experiencing foetal distress.

What does that mean?

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

Can she come with me?

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

- Call Lachlan.
Yep. No worries.

Ainsley, you may feel
a bit of pressure,

a bit of a tingling sensation.

You shouldn't feel
any pain at all.

Just take a nice deep
breath in for me.

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

That should start to
take effect straightaway.

It's too soon.

She's still growing, yeah,

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

She's just a little early.

Ainsley, are you
feeling any pain?

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

OK.

Mm-hm.

Maternal BP dropping.

Heavy meconium-stained liquor.

- It's OK.

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

Well, is she...

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

Oh, come on, baby.

Breathe. One, two,
three. Breathe.

One, two, three. Breathe.

Heather!

It's OK. It's OK.

One, two, three. Breathe.

One, two, three. Breathe.

One, two, three.

- Breathing?
- No.

Ainsley, I'm so sorry.

Can I see her?

Of course.

I'm so sorry.

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

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

But she was where she
was supposed to be.

She was fine, and
they stopped it.

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

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

She's in there.

She's with Evie.

And she needs you.

Lachlan, this is probably

the worst thing you'll
ever go through.

No-one deserves this.

But you cannot take
confusion into that room.

This is real.

It's happening.

It's happened.

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

You just have to be
there for Ainsley.

I don't know if I'm.

I might not be strong enough.

Just pretend you are.

Oh, she's beautiful.

I was worried it was just me.

But she is, isn't she?

Excuse me. Sorry.

Um, can I just confirm
that Ainsley Elling

will go straight
to a private room?

Ainsley Elling. She's
just out of theatre.

Yes, we'll find her a room.

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

She will go immediately
to a private room.

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

You've got women in single
rooms watching telly.

I am more than happy to
personally explain the situation

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

and I will do it.

I will physically
move them myself.

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

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

Excuse me, Trace?

I'll sort it.

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

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

Do not get in that woman's way.

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

Someone needs to
tell Des and Cheryl.

Yep. I'll do that.

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

- Yep.
What about the nursery?

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

You have to let it go.

She can't come home and recover

in the middle of a
construction site, Ben.

You have to stop.

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

but, um

I'm meant to take Mel
to an appointment.

Should I...

Do you think I should cancel?

You should do what you need.

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

Right.

They're getting a private
room ready for you.

They'll move you there soon.

Can I take Evie with me?

Of course.

Of course you can.

I'll be sleeping in
the corridor if you

you know, need
company or just, uh

just anything.

No.

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

Name it.

I need you to look
after Lachlan.

He's...

It

It hasn't hit him.

I need you to look after him.

Whatever you want.

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

Or the appointment or...

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

I'll get you there.

I've got coffee.

Lachlan?

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

No-one wants that.

Can you hear me?

Oh, fuck's sake.

Next time onFive Bedrooms...

How are you
feeling about coming home?

I just want a couch and

comfort food and old movies

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

Apparently, the last
thing he said to Ains was,

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

I could lend a hand
if that would help.

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

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

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

Where's Xavier?

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

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

My son speaks very
poorly of you.