All language subtitles for Playing for Keeps s01e03 xx

- REPORTER: How's Jessie coping?
- She's not, mate.

Was he wearing a life jacket
at the time of the accident?

The cops reckon it's
unlikely Jack's head injury

was caused by falling out of a kayak.

It might not have been an accident.

They also found two different
medications in his system,

oxycodone and Xanax.

I saw Rusty with Jessie at Kath's place.

What if they're havin' an affair

and that's why Rusty and
Jack hated each other?

Your version of what
happened on the water

doesn't match up with
the post-mortem results.

Look, if there's anything you
want to say, now would be the time.

I don't know what you want me to say.

I went looking for
your birth certificate,

and you know what I found?
She's not even your real mother!

DIANE: Darling, put me on speaker.

I know what you're gonna say,
but... I want you to take this.

I don't need money from
you. I'm gettin' a job.

Yeah, well... just take it.

What's the damage?
Actually... don't tell me.

Any plans for tonight?

Might be a five-star
hotel with my name on it.

I thought I might head into town myself,

see if I can bump into someone special.

(CAR APPROACHES)

Madeleine. How's Trav?

He heard the rumours Rusty's
been called back to the inquest?

(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK)

How's Jessie? Must be
tough. Is she struggling?

You know, if she wanted
to chat to us about it,

we could cover some of her bills.

You've been harassing
her for a month, Neil.

Isn't there a rock you should be under?

JESSIE: Hey.

- Oh, that Neil guy. Such a creep!
- Yeah.

Wait till he's on your lawn
while you're taking a shower.

(GROANS)

He said something about the
inquest starting up again.

Mm-hm.

Feels like it'll never finish.

Can I get you a coffee or a tea?

- (SIGHS) Yeah. I'll take a green.
- Cool.

You know, um... I could just stay
here and watch the game with you.

To be honest, I think I'll
probably give it a miss.

But thank you. I'm good.

Alright, well... dinner
at my place tomorrow night.

You have got to taste the way
my new au pair makes a Bolognese.

Yeah, maybe.

- Synced/Corrected by chamallow & PetaG -
- www.addic7ed.com -

I hate hotels. Pillows are
always too thick, or too thin.

Two's too many, and one's not enough.

OK. Step away from the mirror.

What are you doing?

Um, I'm trying to turn a dress
I've already worn three times

into something entirely different.

I thought you were just watching
the game at Kath's place?

Yeah. Yeah, I am.

Well, so... why has
the dress gotta be new?

OK, if you have to ask that question,

then there's no point
in telling you. Just...

be grateful that you have a uniform.

- Shit.
- What?

Um... nuh... nothing.

- CONNOR: Oi.
- Alright. I gotta go.

Have a great game. You'll be awesome.

Thanks. Love ya.

Love you too.

MADDY: OK. Sorry to
leave you with it all.

I know it's a Saturday, but, um...

things get a bit crazy for away games,

- and I've got a friend and she's not doing...
- It's OK. It's my job.

Um, also I didn't get a
chance to do the shopping,

but there's some money for food.

We can all go for a walk
to the markets later.

I'll make a roast.

Do you want dinner for
when you get back tonight?

Are you crying?

Quite possibly.

Don't know what you keep
doing with that dress,

but somehow you make it look
better every time I see you.

(LAUGHS) Hey, um, just out of curiosity,

what are the return
policies generally like

at those high-end boutiquey places?

Well, generally they do prefer

that you don't wear it a dozen
times before you return it.

Hey!

Look what you've done with it now.

- You should be in design.
- (LAUGHS)

Oh, there she is. Mother
of two, new partner.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, what are these
cards that have just fallen out?

Hewett, Markham, Cochrane and Munn.

- I bloody love it.
- Rolls off the tongue.

Thank you. I'm quite
fond of them myself.

How's the juggle going?

Well, with an au pair with
godlike child-wrangling ability

and impeccable Polish housekeeping...

- pretty bloody seamless.
- (LAUGHS)

And speaking of kicking career goals,

how's the teaching going, Paige?

Oh. Uh... yeah. Yeah, it's pretty good.

Getting one or two sub lessons,

which is almost consistent enough
to get me above the poverty line.

Oh, sweetheart, that's
what Dan's there for.

Oh, no. No. Separate
finances. That's the rule.

Oh, well... good for you.

So, how's Jessie coping?

Um... yeah. I... Yeah, she's OK.

Not quite ready yet.

The press are still there.

- Creepy bloody Neil.
- Eugh, he's like a ringworm.

But it's been a month.
What do they want?

Oh, he said something about Rusty
going back to the inquest this week.

He even offered to pay
Jessie for her story.

- Eugh. He's so gross.
- COMMENTATOR: (ON TV) ...two wins

and two losses in the wake of that
devastating tragedy a month ago,

and with the coronial inquest
still hanging over their heads,

the big question is what sort of
impact is it having on this team?

COMMENTATOR: Terrific question, JB,

and it's the great unknown, isn't it?

We know that the captain, Connor
Marrello, is clearly down on form,

and looking like a shadow of
the player he was last year.

He averages 13 contested and
seven tackles a game, ya dickhead!

How's Connor going since the accident?

Oh, he's been spending a
lot of time at the club.

I think he feels a
responsibility to the boys.

One thing the Jets can be grateful for

has been the blistering form
of rookie Daniel Fletcher.

- Hear, hear!
- (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

One thing we do have to be grateful for,

- Rusty dumped Karlie...
- (PHONE CHIMES AND BUZZES)

so at least we don't have to
listen to her epiphanies any more.

- Uh, Tahls...
- "Mindfulness just made me realise

that all I was really
missing was... me."

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- Hi!

- No!
- (CHAMPAGNE CORK POPS)

And I just realised I need
to take control of my life.

I mean, I am a Zen Juicy ambassador.

I'm not just Rusty O'Reilly's missus.

And he's the one who's gonna have
to sort his shit out without me.

And the whole "tough
boy" thing's bullshit.

He uses more moisturiser than I do.

COMMENTATOR: They've got to re-gel.

- They've got to come together as a...
- Alright, ladies.

Gather round. Half-time selfie.

At least Karlie's still got her sisters.

Uh, you know, maybe that's
not such a good idea,

you know, to be seen taking sides.

- OK.
- Let's just watch the game, shall we?

Sure thing, Queen Kath.

Now, Karlie, you're more
than welcome to stay,

- But what? I'm not
- but...

sleeping with Rusty anymore,
so I'm out of your little squad?

You know what? You're
all just fake bitches.

- OK...
- OK. How about some water?

How about this?

How about you put down that vodka
kombucha and call a cab, yes?

- Yeah.
- I can... I can give you a lift.

Thank you, Paige.

Whatever.

Whatever. You know what, you all enjoy,

until your dickhead husbands
figure out your use-by dates

- and ditch you too.
- Thank you. Bye.

Bye-bye, Karlie.

WOMAN: Bye.

Untag, unfollow, unfriend.

(SIGHS)

It's a shame.

I was just starting to like her.

- KARLIE: Just the one with the, uh...
- Oh, that's a cute house.

Look, you're new, so...

just so you know,
you're not Grace anymore.

Actually, my name's Paige.

You're Daniel Fletcher's missus.

It's Southern Jets number one,

it is boys second, and Daniel third,

and then it's little
Grace way, way down here.

OK... I guess the club is the
only reason we know each other,

but they've been so
supportive of Jessie.

Oh.

Yeah, she's been
getting a lot of support.

(SNORTS) Fuck it. May
as well say it now.

Round 20 last year, Rusty was injured.

He said he was going around
to a mate's to watch the footy,

and I followed him.

And guess whose house
he really went to...

while Jack was away playing in Perth?

Yeah, but Jack and Rusty
were... mates, though, right?

- Maybe he was...
- You didn't see them argue at the Grand Final?

They hated each other.

I wouldn't be surprised if the
only reason he was with me at all...

...was to cover him and Jessie.

JESSIE: I miss you too.

I can't. There's too much
heat on me at the moment

with the press and the inquest and...

I know.

We just have to wait.

COMMENTATOR:
What a costly 50-metre penalty there,

given away by Jack Davies.

- COMMENTATOR: JB, that's game over.
- (DOOR SHUTS)

You just can't do that.

And as you'd expect now, he's copping an

absolute serve from Rusty O'Reilly.

- The wheels have really come off.
- Absolutely, they're gone.

- (GASPS) Shit!
- (LAUGHS) Sorry.

- I was calling out, but you had ya...
- It doesn't matter! You're home.

Ooh!

Um... I'm sorry about the losing bit,

- but you were so great!
- (LAUGHS) Thanks.

- Is that last year's Grand Final?
- Oh, yeah.

Yep!

Well, look at you, doing your research.

Mmm! Yep. That and, um...

Karlie told me about the
fight that Jack and Rusty had.

- I had no idea.
- Wait, Karlie?

Yeah. She was at Kath's
place, and get this,

she reckons that Jessie and
Rusty are having an affair.

(SCOFFS) Rusty dumped Karlie.
I mean, she'd say anything.

Yeah, but it would make sense
of what I saw at the barbecue.

Hey, look, it's been a big 24 hours.

Can we just leave this alone for today?

Just... you know, get some food
and have a chat like normal people?

Yep. Course. Sorry.

MADDY: I mean, they've got a legal
team the size of Iceland, Jules.

They really should have had those
agreements back to us last week.

Hey, hey.

(WHISPERS) Sorry about the game.

- Agreed.
- (WHISPERS) Where are the kids?

Joanna.

Yeah, well, my problem
is still with 13A.

Um... hang on a second.

- I'll make French toast?
- Um... ask Joanna.

I've just gotta sort this out.
Sorry. Sorry, Jules. Go again.

- GIRL: Kick it to me.
- OK.

No, that's not gonna work.

Over here.

Nice. OK. Get ready. Get ready.

Soccer!

But 27 possessions is
your best this year.

(GROANS SOFTLY)
Only eight were effective.

So are you gonna have
to testify again too?

- What?
- Well, apparently that... journo Neil

said that Rusty's been called in again.

Ah, it's Neil. It's
probably just bullshit.

- Yeah.
- (PHONE RINGS)

_

- Mum's back.
- (SIGHS)

She wants to clear the
air... or attempt to.

That's some pretty
Beijing level pollution.

Yeah, well, if we're gonna get married,

we need to sort it out at some point.

And by sorted out you mean...

I apologise?

Fine. But she has to
apologise to me first.

I'm the one who lied.

And I intend to use that
as an argument trump card

for the next five years,

but she's the one who's
always treated me like shit.

I wouldn't hold your breath.

We'll see.

Does that mean you'll do it?

Dinner tomorrow.

The coroner's obviously not satisfied

that Rusty gave the full story.

- It's probably just clarification.
- What is there to clarify?

This whole thing's gone
from smelling like roses

to rotten fish very quickly.

And people are looking
for someone to blame.

- It was your camp.
- (CHUCKLES) And you sanctioned it.

- I don't like surprises.
- Yeah, I'm aware of that.

- (PHONE RINGS)
- I'll talk to Rusty.

(SIGHS) If there's
something I don't know,

I better find out
before the coroner does.

- (PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
- Yep?

Who the fuck is Karlie?

PAIGE: "So much for the sisterhood.

Rusty dumped me via text and then
my WAG sisters dumped me even harder.

#footyfamilymyarse."

Why was Karlie even there?

Uh... what, she's not
with Rusty anymore,

so she can't hang out with us?

Well, no, more because
she's crazy, but...

OK. Karlie's not
crazy... she's just her.

Or is she just tryin' to
make the most of the attention

before people forget about her?

She was dumped via text!

Why are you angry at me?

- Because you're being sexist.
- Oh, how is that sexist?

What if Jessie was having
an affair with Rusty?

OK, well, even if they were, it's...

none of our business.

It is if a man drowns

and the only witness is the guy
who's sleeping with his wife.

- It was an accident, Paige.
- OK, how do you know that?

- I've told you.
- I know, but I still don't understand

why Connor would tell you not to talk.

To stop people making
up rumours about it.

Look, all I'm saying
is you weren't there

when Jack went in the water, were you?

I didn't have to be.

Rusty was gutted when I got
there, and so was Connor.

You don't understand what it was like.

Look, things are bad
enough at the club as it is.

Would you please just let this go?

KATH: The club is bullying Karlie.

First of all, this is a private
matter between the two of them.

Uh, which she wanted made public.

And that is her choice, but the
club is not directly involved,

- and Rusty's going through it all.
- The club is involved

if club culture is to blame.

We understand this individual is upset.

Well, good, just don't say "individual."

It sounds cold.

- We understand Karlie is upset...
- Don't use her name, either.

It makes her sympathetic.
Just say... "she."

How about arsehole?

The women and the club are
clearly trying to support her.

Look at the photo. She is in our home

- watching the game with them.
- Perfect.

Right, I'll deal with Karlie.

What are you gonna do about Rusty?

(SIGHS)

I'll talk to Lauren. He listens to her.

Come here.

You just have to keep going.

It'll get better.

Can't get much worse.

Night.

Let's do dinner.

Tomorrow.

We'll go to that new Thai place.

I can't. I'm seeing Lauren.

Oh, of course.

I thought you and Adam were...

Yeah, yeah, we do. Just
forgot what night it was.

No worries.

- Night.
- Night.

- Morning.
- How's our rising star going?

Oh, yeah, good, thanks.
I mean, it's a challenge.

Couldn't have asked for a
better start. Getting a big head?

- No, just grateful for any opportunity.
- Ah...

Um, actually, I was wondering
if there might be any more

of those opportunities for classes
or subbing around? I just...

I didn't realise quite how
expensive the city would be.

No, I was asking if Daniel
was getting a big head.

No. No, no, he's, um... very grounded.

Good. God knows that's
what they all need

right now with Jack Davies

- and all this nightmare with Rusty's ex.
- Yeah...

it's tough.

Mmm.

If it makes you feel any better,

I hear that you are on the
verge of a senior call-up

to the maths department,
like any day now.

And, um... I mean, you
might not be interested,

but, um, if you do need some extra cash,

I do this tutoring program after school

and they're always
looking for extra teachers.

Yes.

- Oh, that'd be great.
- Oh.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hm.

- (MOBILE PHONE VIBRATES)
- Oh, excuse me.

- Oh.
- Sorry.

Kath, hi.

I'll show her dumped.

Well, just smile while you do it,

'cause we already look like
a bunch of high school molls.

Maybe she's just lonely.

Paige is right.

Our response should be one of
concern for her mental health.

Someone needs to speak to her.

I'd offer to, but I think
she's made her mind up about me.

She thinks you're a queen.

Lucky we've got an in-house lawyer.

I think she made her
opinion of me pretty clear.

- I'll talk to her.
- Yeah, nah.

Paige should do it.

She likes you.

And you're definitely
the most patient with her.

Just gently remind her that

we all have connections that make
it worthwhile to remain friends.

Kath.

Hey, you better not be
trying to pay the bill again.

Ah, no. Thanks again, by the way.

You're welcome. What's up?

It's a bit delicate.

It's just there are some
things that I've heard.

I don't know, they're
probably just rumours.

What things?

Come on, Paige. It's OK.

Who are we talking about here?

Jessie and Rusty.

Right. What about them?

That the two of them are...

Who told you these things?

- Oh, no, no-one.
- Karlie?

Honestly, it's just whispers.

Really, the point is, I...

I normally wouldn't stick my nose
into other people's business, but,

because of the accident,
all the uncertainty...

Yeah, look, this is a
really awful situation.

I can see how concerned you are.

And you know what?
That... that's exactly why

you should speak to Karlie.

Yeah?

So how are you feeling about tomorrow?

About having to talk about
a mate dying all over again?

Yeah, great.

They might just need
to get more information.

Asking more questions isn't
gonna make me know any more.

Swap legs.

Have you talked to a
psych about any of this?

Crying about it won't help.

It might help relieve
some of the stress.

I'm not stressed.

Top-level footy.

Drug sanctions. The
death of a close friend.

Break-up.

And how did you know we broke up?

Karlie's post.

(SIGHS) What post?

It's the inquest.

They keep growing out
there, like bacteria.

Oh, chocolate covered peanuts!

- You're a legend!
- (LAUGHS)

Although it's been like six weeks.

I should probably shop for
myself again soon, right?

You, my dear, can exploit my
groceries for as long as you need.

Although, full disclosure...

- Today I do have an ulterior motive.
- Oh?

Just wanted to fill you in on something.

Do I wanna know?

Oh, look, it's probably nothing.
Just a stupid rumour, but...

I thought you should know,
just in case it pops up, it's...

about you and Rusty.

What, as in...?

That you two are...

- Let me guess. Paige Dunkeley.
- Yeah.

She saw us talking at
your welcome barbecue,

and now she's got a
scandal to be part of.

Jess...

We're not.

By the way, Rusty and I,
in case you're wondering.

I... I wasn't.

Oh, that is exactly what I needed.

My mantra for that
practice was, moving on.

Good. Mine was, I didn't
even know I had that muscle.

- How is it hurting?
- (LAUGHS)

Hey, look, I want to thank you

for, you know, genuinely being
there for me through all of this.

- Oh, it's fine.
- No, no, really.

Look, you could have just cut
me off like all those other...

Mm. Anyway. Moving on.

They are genuinely
concerned for you, you know.

They do wanna stay friends.

Right.

'Cause you all, you
know, you know each other

and, um, you know other people
in the footy world and...

Well, well, connections. So...

so it's better for
everyone if... if we just...

They told you to talk to me.

What? No!

No, I just thought that
maybe what you posted was

not in anyone's best interest.

- Including...
- I can't believe you'd use yoga as a weapon.

RUSTY: Karlie!

What do you want?

I just want to know why you're
posting all this shit about me.

'Cause it's the truth.

What, you think it's a
secret where you used to go?

Do you think I'm that stupid?

Mate, hey, maybe it's
best if we go inside.

No, no, you're not going anywhere
near me, and neither are you.

I know your whole life is a lie.

Guess what just happened.

Um... you spent the equivalent
of a small car on clothing?

Yeah, I was... I was gonna tell you.

There's a lot of zeros in that, Paige.

Yeah, it would have been a lot less

if you didn't get such
a terrible interest rate.

Yeah, well, it's got fantastic points.

Points are a rip-off.

So, this is my fault.

No, I'm gonna... I'm gonna
pay it off, OK? I'm sorry.

No, it's fine. I mean, I gave
you the card. I'll pay it.

No. I have to.

I got some extra
tutoring work with Tony.

- I'm gonna sort it out, OK?
- OK.

Oh, that smells delicious.

They were on my bag.

They were in the sink.

They were on my bag in the sink.

They had mud and dirt on them.

Ah, what's going on?

Joanna washed my game socks.

It's "Yowanna" and I
thought they had been used.

They had. That's...
that's not the point.

They are my lucky socks.

- Trav!
- I don't wash them when we lose, OK?

- You understand?
- I understand the words you're saying,

but to be honest, the actual
logic makes no sense to me.

You are not the only one, Joanna.

Everything's shifting around.

The bowls are with the plates.

Corn Flakes are gone.

She is teaching our kids fucking soccer.

OK. What other solution is there? Hm?

Mum could move in.

I'm just gonna pretend
that you didn't say that.

- What?
- (MOBILE PHONE RINGS)

Oh... Jessie, are you OK?

Yeah, I don't think I can
come for dinner tonight.

There are even more press.

Well, you can just come
here. We'll pick you up.

But they'll just follow us, Mads.

- What?
- She can't get out the front door.

Here.

Remember how Jack used to escape

those, uh, ASADA blokes
after a big weekend?

I just didn't realise
that you becoming partner

was a straight up trade
for being my partner.

It is my name on the building,
Trav. It's a lot of work.

Work that you've had
for the past 10 years.

I still made time for us.

Yeah, bye weeks and off-season.

Well... No, like... French toast day.

French toast day is sacred.

Well, you should have thought about that

before you signed on to play
another season without telling me.

It's my turn, Trav.

Joanna is the fucking
Polish Mary Poppins,

and I'm finally feeling myself again,

so do not make me choose
between the two of you.

Hey! Look, who's that?

- Hey, mate.
- Hey.

(STARTS ENGINE)

DIANE: (SIGHS) It's just epic.

The salt flats.

'Salar de uni.'

The 'Arbol de Piedra.'

The Rock Tree, do you know it?

- No.
- Oh, stunning. Google it.

Just like a Salvador Dali
painting, it's so evocative.

Sounds like it.

I heard about Jack when
I got back from La Paz.

Devastated.

So why is the inquest starting up again?

Uh, I don't know.

Have you moved the painting I gave you?

The vagina?

- Sorry?
- The painting.

That's clearly an abstract
representation of female genitalia.

Yes, we did move it.

Because we keep it in the garage

and only bring it out
when you come over.

Tahls...

Because the truth is,
we don't really like it.

Radical honesty, it's called.

Google it.

I thought it might be the
best way to handle tonight.

- Can we have a word?
- Of course.

Say what you want. Radical honesty.

I'll go.

Why was your own mother not told about

this publicity stunt of a wedding?

Radical honesty. See. She gets it.

It's just it's so heavy at the moment.

I mean, uh, apart from Jack
it's the losses, it's the...

- Thank you... social media rubbish.
- Mm-hm.

Well, you can forget
about all that tonight.

Are you gonna sing me
happy birthday, or propose?

Well... would that be that bad?

(LAUGHS) Come on, Adam.

What?

We've talked about this.
It's... it's a fantasy.

It's why I pay you.

It's obligation free.

And you'd be obligation free
if you left the club too.

Seriously.

What about if there was no more...
no more money, no more hotels?

I wanna be with you.

All or nothing.

I'm gonna have to choose nothing.

The club, you mean.

- (SIGHS)
- Hey...

I'm gonna go.

I'm not taking that.

The cleaner'll be happy.

JESSIE: Thank you guys so much for this.

You're right, it was
exactly what I needed.

- Any time.
- Mmm.

- I'm all done, so, goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Travis.

Goodnight.

Thank you.

Well, I'll just go to tuck the kids in.

Are you guys OK?

(SIGHS) He feels threatened by Joanna.

He should.

Now, I don't want to pry,
but I feel like we should just

rip off the band-aid and talk about it.

Talk about what?

How many weeks you are.

How... how did you know?

Well, you know, I'd like to claim

I've got some sort of
baby sixth sense, but,

I saw the pregnancy
test in your rubbish bin.

Oh...

Sweetheart,

I know it's been so hard...

but I'm thrilled for you.

No, Maddy, you...

you can't tell anyone, OK?

OK.

OK.

Not coming from old
money like you, Diane,

does not mean I'm a Hick.

I'm a very successful businesswoman.

- Well, because of Connor's profile.
- Oh, please.

My appearance fee is
worth double Connor's.

Your appearance fee or what
you spend on your appearance?

Oh, so it's the way that I look

that makes me not good
enough for your son?

Oh, I'm sorry, your adopted son.

Tahlia, I have no issues
with the way you look,

or the fact that you
don't come from old money.

In fact, it would give me
some working class cachet

to provide a girl from
the streets like yourself

- a chance to come good with my son.
- Oh, fuck me.

No, what makes me judge your suitability

as a life partner for my son,
if I'm to be radically honest,

is the fact that you
were unfaithful to him.

- You cheated on me first!
- Bullshit!

What about that hedge fund
douchebag from Singapore?

Oh, God, that was a Martini
pash, and I told you straightaway,

- and that was after your promo girl.
- No, it wasn't!

And she was PR!

Oh, God, I don't care if she
was Sheryl fucking Sandberg,

you didn't mention her when you
ran off to tell your mummy, did you?

Yeah, 'cause I was angry, OK?

- Fuck! Just 'cause you don't talk to yours.
- I do.

Yeah. Once a year at Christmas.

Well, at least she's my real mother.

You get a kick out of
hurting people, don't you?

Well, at least one of
us is getting a kick.

(SCOFFS)

- (KEYS SCRAPE)
- (BOWL CLANGS, VIBRATES)

COMMENTATOR: 45 metres out.
Tight angle. Here's Jack Davies.

Jack Davies' kick on its
way... and it's through.

- Yeah, mate. That's the way.
- Is that Jack?

Sorry. It's probably a bit weird...

talking to...

It's not as crazy as
talking to his old chair.

Here.

So... what do you say to him?

Uh...

that our, uh... hard
ball gets are lacklustre,

stoppages are killin' us...

and our defensive set-ups are as
coordinated as seagulls and a chip.

And I miss him like a bastard.

You forgot our sloppy forward pressure.

(SIGHING) Oh, OK.

Give us a go.

Alright.

You can be Jack.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Sorry it's late. Is, uh, Brian up?

No, he's out, actually.

You OK?

Yeah, just had Mum over for dinner.

You want a wine?

I won't tell Brian if you don't.

Form can't get any worse.

It's a stressful time.

- (SIGHS)
- This never-ending inquiry doesn't help.

Yeah, I know.

(CLEARS THROAT)

You know, it just occurred
to me today that...

you've kind of been
forgotten in all of this.

You and Jack joined the club
at the same time, didn't you?

The same year?

Mm.

And being captain...

(SIGHS) seeing him like
that must have been awful.

(SIGHS)

Yeah. Wasn't, uh...

wasn't the best day of my life.

And then you're fighting at home.

- (SCOFFS)
- (CHUCKLES WRYLY)

That's the way it always works out.

When it rains, it pours.

(CHUCKLES)

How have you guys done this for so long?

Um...

(LAUGHS)

I dunno, I guess we've found
other ways to be resilient.

Mmm. Cheating probably doesn't help.

Well, actually...

if you communicate about it...

having some outside support
can be really helpful.

Emotional and... physical.

You know, I have been trying
to get Rusty to open up

all day today about the accident,

and I realised that I hadn't even
really talked to you about it.

Just gotta keep moving.

(CHUCKLES)

- You've been very kind,
- No.

- pretending not to remember.
- I do not remember that.

Oh, come on.

When I... when I was living
with you and I first moved here.

(LAUGHS) I remember that,
but I don't remember...

- Yeah, you...
- (SCOFFS)

You, uh, you knocked on
the door just as I, um...

(LAUGHS)

No. (LAUGHS)

- Yeah, Kath Rickards, football royalty, uh...
- (SIGHS)

who I had a massive crush on.

- Oh, you did not.
- Yeah, I did.

That's pretty cute.

It wasn't cute. It was excruciating.

(CHUCKLES)

That was a long time ago.

(BOTH SIGH)

Yeah.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(CLEARS THROAT)

- (THROBBING MUSIC)
- (MOANS)

- Uh, we should, um...
- Yep. (CLEARS HIS THROAT)

- (KATH CLEARS HER THROAT)
- (CONNOR SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

I'll apologise to...

Yo-an-na.

It's... it's not about the socks.

(SIGHS)

Course it's not, idiot.

You lost your best mate.

Um...

(DOOR OPENS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

- (LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS)
- (GASPS)

Shit!

- Where the fuck have you been?
- Sorry.

I'm sorry I didn't tell Mum everything.

I'm going to.

(SIGHS)

No, I'm sorry.

Radical honesty was not a good idea.

Give me the vagina.

What are you doing?

I don't care what she
says. You're my family.

Wait! (LAUGHS) No.

I appreciate the gesture, but this
is actually worth a bit of money.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

- KATH: Hey.
- Hey.

- How was your night?
- Good.

Yours?

- Yeah, nice.
- Yeah?

You heading straight to the inquest now?

- Yeah.
- Brian...

_

(SIGHS) Shit.

(GROANS)

Hey, Jess. How are ya?

Did they pay you a lot?!

What?

Leaked by someone inside the club.

I wonder who that could be.

- I have no idea what...
- Just stop talking shit about me,

and stay away from my family.

Paige... what is she talkin' about?

MADDY: Alright, walk with
me. I've got five minutes.

- KATH: OK.
- Well, it's gotta be Karlie.

Not according to Jessie.
She went straight to Paige.

Well, Paige came to me a few days ago

asking if Rusty and Jessie
were having an affair.

- Why would she go public?
- The money?

She needed it, and Neil was offering.

What if it is true,
about Rusty and Jessie?

Well, even if it is, it's for
us to deal with, no-one else.

She seemed so sweet and straight.

- Like a little chihuahua.
- (KATH CHUCKLES)

- Guess we let her in too early.
- Mm-hm.

Well, we just have to be
really careful, especially now.

- We can only trust each other.
- (MADDY SIGHS)

Such a shame.

- WOMAN: There he is.
- MAN: Any comments, Rusty?

How do you respond to these
sources within the club

that you and Jessie Davies
were having an affair?

- You nervous, Rusty?
- What have you got to say, Rusty?

Did Jack Davies know about the
relationship between you and his wife?

- Come on, mate.
- (CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK)

I solemnly and sincerely declare
that the evidence I shall give

will be the truth, the whole
truth and nothing but the truth.

- (CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK)
- Jessie! Jessie!

- Are you here to support Rusty?
- Look here. Jessie!

Over here! This way! Jessie! Jessie!

- _
- And so...

what happened just
prior to the accident?

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Mr O'Reilly?

(CLEARS THROAT)

We had a disagreement.

Over what?

We hadn't seen eye to
eye since last year.

Did you hold Mr Davies responsible
for you Grand Final loss?

I think the bigger issue was...

that he did.

So how did Mr Davies
end up in the water?

We had an argument.

Now, see, you're a gutless
prick like you've always been.

Things got heated and he went under.

Jack!

Oi! Where's Jack?!

What have you done?!

He was under for maybe...

10 seconds.

(SPLUTTERS AND COUGHS)

By the time I got to him,
he'd already surfaced.

- You right?
- Give us a hand?

Nah, leave him there. Soft prick.

Toughen up, princess!

CORONER: Was anyone else there?

Mr O'Reilly.

No.

Went to right his kayak.

I kept going, and...

we found him on our way back.

- I did not do this, Kath.
- You told me.

Yeah, 'cause I know you, and I trust
you, and I thought you trusted me.

Yeah, I thought I did too.

We've only known each other
a few weeks, haven't we?

- So you think it was Karlie?
- No.

- If it wasn't...
- It wasn't.

Oh, my God! Kathy Rickards! Bloody hell!

I'm Toni. Don't worry,
Paige, I'll introduce myself.

- I am a massive fan.
- Oh!

- Any chance of a selfie?
- Of course.

Bags right, though. It's my best side.

- Oh, get out. You don't have a bad side.
- (LAUGHS) Shut up.

- Actually, Paige, can you take it?
- Thanks, Paige.

Mmm.

So... what are you ladies talking about?

Well, we were just...

Actually, T-Toni... It's Toni, isn't it?

- Do you mind giving us a minute?
- Right!

- Absolutely.
- Thank you. So nice to meet you.

(CHUCKLES)

(QUIETLY) Paige,

what we need is for our
allies to be our allies.

Now I would suggest that if
you are in fact an ally...

you start acting like one. OK?

Get behind this club
like the rest of us.

You know, if anyone's
damaging the club, it's Rusty.

He's actually a member
of the club, unlike me.

What I am is a teacher.

What you are is expendable.

Now, I hope for your sake
that you're telling the truth.

I'm here because I love Daniel.

- That's all.
- Really?

Huh. For someone
you're supposed to love,

you're making life
very difficult for him.

DANIEL: I'm on your side, OK?

Yeah, but do you believe me?

Well, I believe that you
didn't sell the story.

- But...?
- I dunno! Maybe you... I dunno...

Maybe you mentioned it to someone
at school or whatever and they...?

- Oh, my God.
- Look, you're very trusting, is all I'm saying.

Yep. But not trustworthy, right?

- No!
- Yes, that's exactly what you're saying.

Well, you were talking about
all this before anyone else was.

Yeah! But I wouldn't
say it publicly! Uh...

I can't believe you.

You can't believe me?

Paige...

I am trying to play my rookie season...

while dealing with a media shitstorm

and a team tragedy

while my girlfriend runs around
like fucking Sherlock Holmes,

diggin' up stuff, trying to solve
things that don't need solving.

Look...

look, if-if you are telling the truth,

this... it's all gonna be fine.

And there's no need to worry about
that money stuff anymore anyway

'cause I paid off the credit card.

I said I'd do it.

Yeah, well, the interest
would've smashed us.

- You got that interest rate.
- So I paid it off.

OK.

Well...

Ta.

I gotta, I dunno...

get some fresh air.

- (DOOR OPENS AND SLAMS CLOSED)
-
Take a breath

BOY: Ah!

-
Next time...

I want you to know that I will
be there for you no matter what,

and I won't tell a soul.

Um...

Before you ask, it's not Rusty's.

(SIGHS)

You need anything, any time,

- you call me, OK?
- OK.

(CHILDREN PLAY EXCITEDLY IN BACKGROUND)

(SIGHS) Alright. I should go.

- Hey, you guys. Yay. Hey...
-
'Cause I found out on the way down

-
On the way down

-
On the way down

Hang on. One second.

Hey. It's me. Call me back. There's
something I need to tell you.

Rusty.

TAHLIA: Good morning.

Uh... babe...

Tahlia doesn't get where my head's at.

We don't know that she's the
one that went to the press.

I'm Scotty No Mates.

No, you're not.

- PAUL: Pull him into line.
- BRIAN: Well, I'm tryin'.

Get it done!

Rusty knows...

about us.

- JESSIE: You know one guy called me
- _

- a shameless little slut.
- _

What are you gonna do?

I have no idea.

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