All language subtitles for All.Saints.S08E06.720p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-WH

(Cate giggles)
Alright. Here's another one.

How many men does it take
to change a roll of toilet paper?

CHARLOTTE: Uh... 20.

Nobody knows
'cause it never happened.

(laughs) Foreplay.

What?
(together) Exactly.

(both laugh)

What's a man's idea of foreplay?
Time we went home.

(laughs) Close.
Alright. Yep.

Come on, Cate. Let's go.
It's time we went.

You're gonna be hilarious tomorrow.
He's right.

No. I'm having one more.
No. We're going.

Come on. Put it down.

Charlotte. What do you want?

No, thank you.

What is up with her?

I don't know. It's Mac, I think.

Gill's back on the scene, apparently.

And that means...?

No idea.

Whoa, too much lemonade for me.
God, I'm off to the bathroom.

I'll be back.

Hi, stranger.

Well. Surprise, surprise.

I just felt like having a drink.

Really?

Well, who's Mr Paranoid?

I don't know, Beth.
It just seems a bit of a coincidence.

We seem to be having
a lot of them lately.

Coincidences happen.

Just relax.

Let me buy you and your girlfriends
a drink.

No, look, we're actually going.
Sorry.

CATE: Come on, mate.
It's a little thing called service.

A woman's not a camel.
I think you've had enough.

Line 'em up, mate.
Cate, we're going.

Alright. See ya.

No, you're coming too. Come on.

Wouldn't have thought so.
Come on, Cate.

Charlotte, can you
talk him out of it?

You will thank him tomorrow.
Come on.

Geez, it's like going out
with my grandparents.

You two are about as much fun
as a fart in an elevator.

CHARLOTTE: If his output's down
we better keep him in.

No, no, I'm just outside.

I'll be two minutes. (Gasps)
TYRES SCREECH

TYRES SCREECH

(screams in pain)

TYRES SCREECH

(sobs)

(gasps)

THEME MUSIC

Charlotte. Where's the pain?
Did you hit your head?

Are you okay?

I'm just gonna put this
collar on you, Charlotte.

Charlotte?
(sobs)

Come on, it's got to go on. Come on.
(sobs)

Alright. Let's get her inside.

We're gonna roll you
on to spine board.

(weeps) No. No, no.

Be careful here guys.
On three, okay?

One, two, three.

(screams in agony)

Okay.
Go.

Beautiful. Let's get her up.
Just try and relax.

Try and relax. Try and relax.

One, two, three.
(cries) Please.

Nearly there.

Sweetheart, we're going to take
really good care of both of you.

I'm just going to give you
some oxygen.

(cries)

Let's go.
Ow!

Her BP's 100/70.
That's normal.

JACK: I'll get a cannula in.

(screams in pain)

I think you've fractured your pelvis.

I'm just going to take
some blood from you, okay?

FBC, UEC, groups and hold,
Kleihauer-Betke.

I'm not bleeding.
I know.

But the Kleihauer...?

Charlotte, it's just a precaution.

I need to know if you've
suffered any placental blood loss.

Fluids to KVO?
Yes.

Saline. Once you've got
the bloods off, inform Radiology.

No X-rays.

Listen to me.
I said no.

Charlotte, it's the only way
I can determine

if you've fractured your pelvis.

You don't need to confirm that.

The treatment for a fracture
is rest. I will rest, I promise.

Charlotte.

Vincent, you can't force her.

I need to know
if this fracture's stable.

Why don't you just back off?
You and you out.

She's my patient now.

Frank...
Out.

Margo Phillips is upstairs
with an emergency caesar.

She's been notified.
Can you get me a doppler?

This young woman needs to hear
her baby's heartbeat... don't you?

You'll be alright, love.

How's Charlotte?

Possible pelvic fracture.

Scared.

And the baby?

Baby's fine, Reg.
For now.

The police are here
to see Charlotte.

Sorry, she's still being examined.

We can wait. We'll need
her clothes for forensics.

I can do that.
You can wait in the common room.

Do you guys have any witnesses?

Not so far. Hopefully Ms Beaumont
got a good look at the car.

Why didn't the driver stop?
I don't understand that.

I don't know.
Too scared or too gutless.

Its not as though it was deliberate.
No-one would wanna hurt Charlotte.

154 beats a minute.

Now, I'm no obstetrician,

but I would say
that is a healthy heartbeat.

And what do you reckon?

(sobs) That's beautiful.

Good girl.

Oh, wow. So it's a girl.

Well, don't feel
you have to name her 'Von'.

(laughs quietly)
Can I get you anything?

I'm okay, thank you.

I'll set up a foetal ultrasound.

Can you run in another 250ml.
I need your bladder full for this.

I'll give Margo a hoy and
see what time she'll be down here.

Thank you, Frank.

How is she?

So far so good.

CATE: Derek Cook -
24, MVA, car versus pole...

I sneezed. I looked up and wham.
..refuses to lie down.

Chest and shoulder injuries,
possible fractured right foot,

I need blood work and X-rays.
I need TLC, DVD... (shouts) ..stat!

Is that how you do it? On TV?

He's been practising
the whole way in the ambulance.

Derek loves a chat.
What did you think?

Was that okay?
Yeah, it was great.

How's Mac today?
I didn't catch your name.

Nelson.
As in Admiral?

What about you, gorgeous?

He won't get away
with that for long.

I'll give you $10 on 30 minutes.
You're on.

Anything in particular
I should know?

Jackass motormouth,

refused a breathalyzer
and all treatment at the scene.

All yours.

Mr Cook. I'm Dr Hughes.

How are you doing today?

Not bad for a guy with a broken foot
and a sore shoulder.

You think you've fractured
your foot?

I've played touch footy and broke it.
It feels like it did then. Ow!

How about your shoulder?

Just bruised, I reckon.

You know when you cop a hit
and it hurts but you know it's okay.

Watch it. Don't force it.
Hurts, but works, baby.

You want a go?
No, thank you.

I'll take you for an X-ray,
for your foot as well.

Pain relief?
I don't want any.

It hurts,
but nothing to whinge about.

I'll take bloods then.
I don't want anyone taking my blood.

Mr Cook, it's a legal requirement...
Not going to happen, mate.

Have you been drinking?
No.

Then why?

Because it's invasive
and it's my right to refuse.

Don't you think
that sounds a little dodgy?

1984.

What's that?

George Orwell. Big Brother, man.
It's everywhere.

I believe in protecting
my civil liberties.

The government has too much control.

It's everywhere you look - signs -

'No Parking', 'No Standing',
40km/h zones.

They're school zones.
Yeah.

Running over school kids,
that's not desirable.

Teach the buggers
how to cross the road.

Is that too hard?
Is that too much to ask?

What do you think, Jessica?
Well, I...

It's all part of the same sad story.

Be nice. Be normal.

Take the blood test,
though you haven't been drinking.

You're refusing the BAL?
Sure am, cowboy.

Thank you.

Is he always that boring?

(laughs)

He's stalling.

He denies drinking and there's no
smell of alcohol on him.

I think he's probably
just eccentric.

I am not running a halfway house
for Arts graduates.

Okay. I'll call the cops.

Tell them to hurry up

before his blood alcohol level
gets below the legal limit.

What if he's telling the truth
and hasn't been drinking?

Then he's guilty of wasting my time,
which is a hanging offence.

Frank. In here.

Jess, can you make the call, please?

What's happened?
She's had a bleed.

Cramping?
(groans in pain)

Stay with her for a moment, Vincent.

Where's the foetal ultrasound?

I sent the orderly
to Maternity for it.

Get the doppler back on her.
I'll chase up her obstetrician.

Tell me it's gonna be okay.

Oh, Charlotte, you know I...

Please!

Vincent.

Okay. As you can see here, there's
a blood clot behind the placenta.

Am I losing the baby?

Hopefully not.

You've stopped bleeding and
there's no sign of foetal distress.

Often what happens is

a clot forms
where the placenta has broken away,

and that's the end of the crisis.

We'll just have to keep
a close eye on you.

And that means complete bed rest.

Yes, for the next two weeks at least.

Then we can reassess.

I don't care
if it's for the next six months.

I'll just do what I have to do.

I'll speak politely
to the NUM in Antenatal,

see if I can organise you
a single room.

Thanks, Margo.

Okay.

I'll see you up there
as soon as you're settled in, okay?

Okay.

And you two don't stay long.
She needs rest.

Well, you've always wanted to take
up knitting. Now's your chance.

Sounds promising, though,
doesn't it?

It does.

Uh... I'd better get back to work.

You think I'm a tosser, right?
No.

Yes, you do. Everyone does.

You don't need
to explain yourself...

I do, because you're
really attractive,

and my ego demands
that I justify myself.

Most people live really boring lives,
Jess, you know that?

And you don't?

When I'm down, my life's boring.

But when I feel good, man,
I want to live what I feel.

I've got passion, you know?

Without that, you've got nothing.

I guess.
What are you passionate about?

I don't know.

Yeah, you do.

Family, friends, usual stuff,
I guess. What does it matter?

Don't get defensive. That was...

Derek Cook.
Yes.

Detective Sergeant De Santo,
this is Detective Barber.

We're here about your refusal
to take a blood alcohol...

Fantastic to meet you, guys.
I'll be straight with you.

I'd love that.
I've got better things to do.

Agree to the test, or I'll charge
you with operating a motor vehicle

under the influence of alcohol.

You can do that?

I don't really care
if you can or not,

but it's interesting
you make those assumptions

about a person
without knowing them.

Do you find that fascinating?
It's your call.

Take the blood.

You're agreeing to the test?

Sure. I've got nothing to hide.

Wise choice.

You'll do that now?
Sure.

Drive safe, hombre.

What was all that about?

You've gotta know
when to walk away, Jess.

So, the other stuff before,
refusing the test,

that was just... what, a game?

Finding where the edge is...

..it keeps life interesting.

Can I get you anything, sweetheart?

Want me to call your family?

No.

You know, you don't have
to do this by yourself.

I'm not by myself.

You're here.

(gasps)

What's the matter?

It's starting again.
Okay.

EQUIPMENT BEEPS

It's okay, Charlotte.
Just relax for me.

Just relax.

(breathes deeply)

FRANK: Yeah. Yeah, I see.

No, no, no. I'll tell him.

Good. Thanks.

Jack.

Walk with me.

I just spoke to Margo Phillips.

The cramping started again
and she's another bleed.

I'm sorry, Jack.

She's lost the baby.

SIREN APPROACHES

You can take the rest
of the day off.

Ah, nup.

I'll just keep working, thanks.

What have you got, Cate?

We've got a kid
in acute respiratory distress.

This is David. He's aged six.
Inspiratory stridor and dyspnoea.

His mum thinks
he may have swallowed something.

I'm not sure. He was playing
with this toy of his and...

Sats 95% with 02. Heart-rate 142.
Can't we hurry this up?

Okay. I'll take this.

Jack...
I said I'd do it.

Through to Resus.
Sweetie, it's gonna be fine.

Does he have a history of asthma.
No!

He can't breathe. Please,
for God's sake, please do something!

No sign of inflammation or infection.
Try and relax for the doctor, David.

That's it, sweetie.
Okay.

Just going to listen to your chest.

Dan, get on to X-ray. Order an urgent
chest X-ray, AP and lateral.

Okay, mate.
Did you swallow something?

He can't answer you.
He can't breathe, for God's sake.

I need to find out
if he's inhaled something.

A piece of the toy. It's missing.

It's only just gone missing?

I'm not sure. It might've been
lost before. I don't know.

Why are you standing here
doing nothing

when my son can't even breathe!

Dan, forget the chest X-ray.

Get the bronchoscope and IV propofol.
I'm gonna gas him down.

We're going to give David
a mild anaesthetic,

put a tube down his throat to see
if anything's blocking his airway,

but I need you to stay calm.

How am I supposed to do that?
That is my baby in there!

I know, but if you're upset,
that'll make David upset,

and that's the last thing he needs.

Will you try for me? Okay?

Good girl.

Okay. What is that, a spring?

FRANK: Mm. Move the forceps
closer to it, slowly.

Yep.

Just before you get to it,
open them up.

Okay.

Slowly close them over it.

We don't want to push it
further down.

Ah!

Done.

Well done.

There you are.
Thank God.

Do you want me to put it in a jar
as a souvenir?

No, thanks.
I'd rather forget I ever saw it.

Cool.

Will he be alright?

He'll have a sore throat
for a couple of days,

but other than that he'll be fine.

Thank you, so much.

I'm sorry for what I said before.

That's okay.

Thanks.

Thank you both.

Charlotte's out of theatre.

It went well.

Is there anything I can do?

Listen, Jack...

Can you just...
Can you not say anything?

I just need some time
to get my head around it. It's okay.

Maybe you should be doing that
with Charlotte.

I'm sure she feels the same way.

She's going to need you, Jack.
She doesn't need me.

She's got Vincent and...

..he knows
her a lot better than I do.

It's so sad. I can't believe it.

Charlotte must be devastated.

Frank. I'm taking up a collection
to get some flowers for Charlotte.

Here. Use this.

Thank you. That's very generous.
I'll get the card.

Why don't we all
get back to work, huh?

If anybody wants to know anything,
refer them to me.

VON: Okay.

How is she?

She's still pretty out of it.

Mmm. Jack's taking it
pretty hard too.

Mm-hm. Surprisingly so.

Why surprisingly?

I don't know.
Just considering the circumstances.

Two people make a baby.
Two people lose it.

They grieve together.

You're asking me
not to care about her?

I'm not saying that,
she's your ex-wife.

Do I have to explain
the meaning of ex?

We're still friends.

Which is what makes it easy
for her to latch on to you.

But if she does that,
Jack's out in the cold.

He shouldn't have to fight you
to get to her.

If you want to help Charlotte,
think of something else.

DOOR OPENS

(groans quietly)

It's okay.

(sniffles)

Charlotte?

(sniffles)
Charlotte?

(gasps)

Sorry.

Do you want me to get you something?

(cries quietly)

Look at this vision
in black and white.

I should take you out for dinner.

Dinner?
Yeah. You'd be into Spanish?

No, Moroccan.
Rich spicy aromas, jewelled cushions.

No. French.

I can't do a French accent.
I can't do a Moroccan accent.

It'd be French, wouldn't it?
Rich, creamy. That'd be you.

Okay. I know the perfect place.

It's cosy, and quiet, and candle-lit.

I'll order for you.

I know exactly what to get,
and just the right beaujolais.

It's light, I know,
but it is going to be perfect.

All of it.

Right, chicken soup, chicken soup.

Ah!

Jessica! I need a phone.
I need a phone now.

What's the problem?
This is the problem.

You've got a chicken soup crisis?
This hospital does, okay. Not me.

It's not hard, okay?

It's, like, chicken bones
simmering with vegetable ends.

It's not brain surgery.

But it's essential
to make a decent soup.

You finished?

Beth Chandler. I've written
her address down there too.

You think she may know something
about the incident

with Charlotte Beaumont?

Yeah, it's possible.

And why would you think that?

Look, um,

Beth has got...
some issues with me,

and last night she saw
Charlotte and I together.

What sort of issues?

Um... I had a momentary
lapse of judgment with her one night,

and now she won't take no
for an answer.

You mean you had sex with her?

Yeah, that's what I mean.
A one-night stand?

She just...
She won't stop harassing me now.

In what way?

I don't know. She's following me,
she's turning up at my house.

Everywhere I go,
she just happens to be there.

Have you applied for an AVO?
I didn't think it was warranted.

Why not? If she's been
harassing you, then...

She hasn't threatened me.
She just... turns up.

She turned up at this bar we were
at last night, drinking with friends.

One of whom was Charlotte Beaumont.
That's right.

Did she approach you,
say anything to you?

I asked her what she was doing there.

I asked her whether she was
following me. She denied it.

She offered to buy Charlotte
and I a drink, I refused.

Because of this, you think
she would run down Dr Beaumont.

I don't know, it's a pretty big
coincidence, wouldn't you say?

You must be something pretty special
in the romance department,

to have a woman willing to commit
murder after just one night.

Hey, I didn't bring you guys in
for comic relief. Okay?

Are you gonna check her out?
We'll check her out.

Thank you.

JESS: Blood alcohol zero.

Why's he putting us through the
hoops if he hasn't been drinking?

I don't know.
But he's certainly odd.

In what way?

Well, he fixates on a subject
and then obsesses on it.

He doesn't seem to be in any pain
from his injuries, he's just hyper.

You think there's something else
going on?

I think maybe.

He changes tack so quickly.

One minute he's screaming
about civil rights

and refusing
to take the blood tests,

next minute he drops all the bravado
and he's happy to take it.

Maybe the cops put the wind up him?

No, it wasn't that.

It was like he was playing a game
to test the boundaries, you know?

See how far he could push people.

He keeps talking about
living life to the full.

Hmm. How does he interact with you?

He keeps telling me I'm gorgeous
and wants to take me out for dinner.

Definitely bloody insane then.

DEREK: I can see you're stretched
to the limit here.

It's terrible how badly funded
public hospitals are.

I bet the stress levels here
get out of control.

We manage, but people that waste
my time get on my nerves a bit.

I'm sorry. What can I say?
I acted stupidly, impulsively.

I guess all I can do is take
what I deserve on the chin.

In fact, you should discharge me.

This bed could be better used,
I reckon.

You've got two broken bones
in your foot -

you'll need plaster,
and crutches to get around.

Whatever you say, Big Kahuna. I'd
happy to do whatever you recommend.

I trust you.

You have a trustworthy face.
Yes, I do, don't I?

This is a really good hospital.
A really good vibe about this place.

I'm sure they only employ
really top people.

I went and saw HR
this morning about a job here.

I'm a cook.

Well, any improvement on the crap
they serve in the cafeteria

will go down well.

I'm your man, then.

I am.

I am. I'm a hard worker.
Perfectionist, really. That's me.

Have you ever had treatment
for your bipolar disorder?

Well, have you?

Bipolar is
an overdiagnosed condition.

I don't know about that. It's
certainly one that's easily managed.

The drugs are life-denying.

You don't take your medication
all the time?

No.
You don't take it at all?

No.

You know what? I'll call down
the psych registrar.

Maybe it's just a question
of changing your medication,

or fooling around with the dosage.

Maybe I'll get the plaster done
and then go home, if that's okay.

Mr Cook, you know there are
thousands of people out there

who have disorders just like yours
leading productive lives.

It's people like you
who give them a bad name.

MacArthur.

What?

That's who you remind me of.
General Douglas MacArthur.

I shall return.

Hello.

You're really gorgeous.
You know that?

Have you been up to see Charlotte?

Yeah, briefly.

She said you were there
when she woke up.

She's still in shock, Jack.

You know, um...
she's not thinking straight.

I know.

You just gotta give her some time
for that anaesthetic to wear off.

Yeah.

I will.

Listen, um...

..I wanted to say sorry to you
for butting in like that before.

It's just force of habit.

If you want me to stay away...

Could you?

Stay away, that is?

Of course you couldn't.
You guys have a history.

I just got drunk with her one night.

You know, mate,
you did the right thing.

You've done the right thing
all the way through this.

She knows that. We all do.

You've just got to give her
a bit of time.

Um...

..I'm just glad that she's got
someone to help her through this.

Hi.
Hi.

Nigel's doing really well, isn't he?

Yeah, he is.

Actually, I'm glad I ran into you.
I wanted to thank you.

What for?

For being there for him.

Oh, right.

I can't take back what I did,
I know I let him down,

and I'll probably regret it
for the rest of my life,

but it's nice to know
that he wasn't alone.

So you two have talked, then,
sorted it out?

Yeah, yeah.

It's going to take some time
and effort, but...

..I'm hoping he can forgive me.

Well, I better get going.

Me too. It's the big day today.
Transferring to Rehab.

I was just running off
to get the car.

Transferring?

That's great.

You didn't know?

No. I've been really busy
the last couple of days.

I haven't seen him much.

Right. Better go.

Wait, um...

You've been a really good friend
to him.

Thank you.

We won't forget that.

Thanks.

See ya.
See you later.

Have you ever thought
what your funeral will be like?

It's not something I dwell on, no.

Most people don't want to think about
what it actually means.

A few people that are close to you
will grieve,

but the rest will eat
their sandwiches and go home.

Derek! Can you hold still
for me, please?

You have to make the most of
every moment of your life, Jess.

That's your only shot at immortality.

You sound like a quote
from a desk calendar.

Do you not like me
now you know I have a disorder?

That's ridiculous.
Why do you do this?

You have to lighten up.

Most people would say I'm in
a bad situation right now -

smashed up in hospital -
but that's not how I look at it.

Whatever happens to you,
you have to get into it.

How do you "get into it"

when you're not cooking
or having car accidents?

I play cello in an orchestra,
I run for marathons. I can do it all.

And when you're down?

Once a month, for a couple of days
I feel like crap.

Bit like being a woman, really.
Or a werewolf?

Derek...!
I get drunk and I go to bed.

And that's living, is it?
Yeah.

It is. Look at today.

I got knocked back from a job,
I got in two car accidents,

I made a fool of myself
in front of a beautiful woman,

and still I feel good.

That's living.

Balancing the ledger
at the end of every month

and realising
you've had more good days than bad.

I'm all done here.
I'll just go and wash up.

Jess.

I'll be back.

What if I'm wrong?

What if you're right?

Not a word of this to anyone,

particularly the human PA system
out there.

The last thing I need
is for Jack or Vincent

to know that this idiot
might've caused Charlotte's...

..Charlotte's miscarriage.

Excuse me.

You had an appointment with
Human Resources here this morning,

is that correct?

Mmm. So?

Soon after you finished
your interview,

a woman was run over
in the hospital car park.

What's this?

Forensics have examined your car.
There's a dent in the front guard.

What can you tell me about that?

I don't have to talk to you.
I know my rights. I know my rights.

We've got a witness
who's ID'd your car.

We've got
Charlotte Beaumont's clothes.

There's always paint fragments
on the clothes.

Even if they're microscopic,
we'll find them.

Then there's the admission you made.

I didn't make any admission.

You told a nurse you'd been involved

in two separate accidents
this morning.

Okay. I don't have to talk
to you anymore.

In fact, I don't
want to talk to you at all.

If that's the way you want to do it.

The woman you hit was pregnant.
She lost the baby.

We'll be back
with an ERISP machine...

That had nothing to do with me.
..a formal statement.

Legal representation
might be a good idea.

You just drove off and left her?
Jack, out.

That was my kid you killed,
you little bastard!

Jack.

Come on. Get outside. Now.

Just calm down.

Don't you start, Hughes.

WOMAN: Why?

Why were the police on my doorstep
asking me for an alibi?

Beth, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

I jumped to the wrong conclusion.

How could you accuse me
of running that woman over?

I don't know. It was...

It was just, after last night...

This is because I just happened
to run into you at a club?

In a public place?

Why is that so strange, Vincent?

We met in a nightclub,
for God's sake.

We made love in a storeroom.

Or don't you remember that?

Yes, of course I remember that.

You've hurt me.

You've hurt me a lot.

And I won't forget that.

What are you doing, Mac?

I got greenlighted
for a bed in Rehab.

I left a message on your phone.
Good for you.

No, I mean that.

I'm really happy for you.
It's a big step forward.

Gill seems pleased too.

I wonder what you two
could've said to each other

to put a big smile on her face.

It's complicated.

Are you going back to her?

You are, aren't you?

After she walked out on you,

after she left you
to deal with this on your own.

After you and I...
Cate.

Please.

I need you to understand this.

Well, I don't.

I'm in love with you.

Look me in the eye and tell me
you don't feel the same.

Look me in the eye
and tell me it's not out of pity.

(scoffs)

You started this.

You made me believe
that this was possible.

And that was before the accident.
So?

So...

That was me at my worst, Cate.

Everything I hate about myself,
you saw.

What the hell
has that got to do with anything?

It's nothing to build
a relationship on.

But you can build one with a woman
that walks out on you

when you need her the most,
that makes sense.

It's how I feel.

I'm such an idiot.

Here I was thinking
I was getting a crash course

in getting to know the man
I wanted to be with.

No nasty surprises later,

the good, the bad, the ugly,
all laid out in front of me.

Cate.

No. You're right.

We couldn't possibly
build a relationship...

..on actually knowing one another,
could we?

Better to pretend
we're something that we're not.

We can be friends.

Go to hell.

I kind of found him attractive
in a weird sort of way.

If you got together you'd never have
any awkward silences.

That was a joke, Jess.

Tell me truthfully.

Do you think I'm defensive
and boring?

No.

Was that the wrong answer?

I always seem to fail these "tell me
something truthfully" tests.

Forget it. Want to get a drink?

Nope.
Why not?

Got a date.
With someone interesting?

I don't know. But she's hot.

Hey, do you want to go for a drink?

No, got training, sorry.
Big game this weekend.

Cate? My shout?

No, thanks, I'm fine.

Good luck.
See ya.

We've got to win this weekend
or else we're out of the semis.

And Nico's team are,
like, undefeated,

so if I miss out
he'll never let me forget it.

VOICE FADES OUT

..if I miss out I have to be
his personal cheerleader.

I'm so not wearing a skirt.

Are you okay?

Jess!

Wait up. I'm coming.

See you later.

REFLECTIVE MUSIC

MUSIC CONTINUES

(cries)
My little baby girl.

(cries)

REFLECTIVE MUSIC CONTINUES

You're such a big girl now.

(cries) I hate him! I hate him!

MUSIC CONTINUES

Have you got money?
Yes, Mum.

See? Safe as.