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♪ I want to be your friend ♪

♪ Please tell me your name... ♪

Oh!

I'm sorry.

Ah, yeah, you really look it.

So, I think this is it for me.

You'll get better. You just need to practice.

I was talking about us.

Oh.

We just fit together perfectly.

OK. Well, you know everything about me.

Mainly 'cause I'm the one that does most of the talking.

Now I want to know everything about you.

Well, what would you like to know?

Your dad.

That business.

You were drowning a man.

Well, now I'm drowning without you.

That was way less soppy in my head.

I really want to know.

I walked out on him.

He's his own worst enemy

and I am done.

Good.

I'm proud of you.

And that is only temporary, by the way.

I love you, Gwen.

It's as simple as that.

Is that all you need?

Yeah. I'll use multiple preparations to see if it'll grow.

That's it?

-All done. -Thank you.

So, how long do we wait?

Something's wrong.

What?

Oh, darling.

What happened to your dad is going to save me.

I have someone brilliant working on a cure.

It's going to stop my cancer.

Why didn't you tell me you were sick again?

Because I didn't want to upset you and because I have a plan.

But we're meant to be family, right?

Isn't that what families do - trust each other?

Yes, of course, sweetheart. But...

Well, then trust me, OK? Because I deserve to know everything.

OK.

I'm gonna make you a promise.

I'm going to beat this. I'm not going anywhere for a long time.

Why did this happen?

It doesn't make sense. I...

Maybe you have to plant it or put it in some soil or something.

I doubt it. I've never seen anything necrose like that.

-There has to be another way! -Gwen, it's dead. It's dead.

Go, go, go. Just go.

- Don't move. - Whoa, whoa. What do you want?

And keep 'em up.

Ah!

On the whacky tabaccy, eh?

Be cool. And let's talk.

What do you want?

Really?

Oh, yes!

Oh, Skeeter! Oh!

-Oh! -Oh, yeah.

It's a glorious day out there, Lori!

Oh. Oh, dear.

-Uh...uh, sorry. -Don't look at me! Don't look at me!

-This is wrong. This is just all wrong! -What?

Is it my sex face?

-What? -Others have said it before.

It's not your... sex face!

Hey, hey. You're like a shaman.

Oh, my god. Oh, mmm....

You're like an ancient soul and I'm... I'm powerless.

-No, stop. Just... just stop! -Hey?

Once again, Lori, look, I do apologise.

Please, don't be embarrassed.

What on earth am I doing?

You're living again!

There's no point in remorse.

Apart from the fact that he's our little Bella's lover but...

Oh! I know. I know!

Oh!

Father John Melvin.

It's... it's, uh, Loris. Loris Webb.

Loris?

-Where are you? -I need to talk to you.

Will you hear my confession, Father?

-Over the phone? -Yes. It...

-It can't wait. -No, no, no.

I'll hear this in person.

-I'll come to you. -Uh, no.

-Hey. -No.

I need you...

You promised me that you would help me

and help the church.

And I will. I... I will. I... I just have a personal matter to attend to first.

-It's difficult to explain. -Listen to me.

You are the only person who can prove this.

There's no-one else.

Well, that's... that's not true.

Who?

Who else has this happened to?

Loris?

You have to tell me.

OK. So, that didn't work but...

It's not the end. There has to be another way.

-Where did Max go? -Oh, no. No, no, no. Not Max.

Because drowning was a mistake.

It was too hard. We just need something simpler or--

-Look, it's over, Gwen. -Or quicker.

It's over. You're not going to kill anyone.

This is our last option.

And we need one.

-For you. -I don't want to be young again.

Not like this.

-You've got no control over yourself. -Are you scared of me?

I'm scared for you.

It's this town.

Why don't we just leave? Go to the city?

Pack up and leave this place. Leave the temptation.

You said that if you were old, we shouldn't be together anymore.

I'm not gonna leave you.

I'm gonna care for you.

As long as I can.

But you have to stop this.

Gwen...

Gwendolyn Reed?

I, um...

I just can't believe that's actually you.

I'm Father John Melvin.

What do you want, Father?

Well, you must both be...

struggling with this...

miracle.

I don't know what else to do, Father.

- Just be careful, man.

-Very, very gently. -OK. I heard you, mate.

And what - he seriously thought this was marijuana?

Yeah. Yeah. I had to pay him off. Some psycho country cop.

Now I've gotta move my whole lab.

-Jesus Christ! What did I just say? -OK! I'm sorry!

But it's not like it's doing anything anyway.

You're getting nowhere, Ben,

and you're just deluding Anne while she's getting sicker.

It's a process - until I get an actual berry, which I can try and propagate,

what do you expect?

Then do something more with Gwen!

You shouldn't have just taken her flesh but...

But what?

-I don't know. -Kill her? What...

Genius.

Ray's been so patient.

The thoughts that I've had...

The things that I was going to do...

I've had a lot of experience with addictions,

thoughts that can't be controlled.

But what you're dealing with - this is life-changing.

No wonder you need some help!

God doesn't challenge us with things we can't handle.

Although you have to have Him in your corner.

You can't deal with something like this alone.

I used to have faith and it...

did give me strength.

What is it you want, Gwen?

Peace.

Perhaps I can help.

I baptise you

in the name of the Father

and of the Son...

and of the Holy Spirit.

Here, my darling.

This doesn't look like a lab.

The whole place was abandoned after the flood, so...

at least no-one will bother us.

There's more through here.

Well, this is, um...

It's cool, right?

I was gonna say 'creepy' but yeah, no, it... it could be cool.

Um, we should probably start unloading.

Why don't you relax, sweetheart?

No. It needs to be clean, right?

Feel different?

You look different.

I do.

I feel...

calmer.

Stronger.

You not having a berry doesn't feel so overwhelming anymore.

Oh, that's so good, love.

I thought about what you said.

Why don't we go back to the city?

-We could do that today. -Yeah?

-Be back in time for a late dinner. -OK.

Yeah.

Let's do that.

I think I just need...

just a little bit more time here but I'll, um...

I'll meet you at home.

Yeah, sure.

-Of course. -I won't be long. I promise.

I love you.

My star man.

Alright. Now, pulling down on our top arm.

Pushing with our bottom.

♪ Oh, lord ♪

♪ Mmm, mmm ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ How handsome is this? ♪

♪ So many bills to pay... ♪

I got your messages. I can't talk now.

What is this?

An exercise class.

Are you going to judge this too?

No, I... I just...

So... it's pole, or go.

Um...

OK. Coming in to chair spin.

We're pulling down with our top arm, pushing with our bottom.

We want the outside leg to create a nice, wide circle.

Yes, that's it. Killer.

OK. Five, six, seven, eight.

Up you go, Lola.

Whoop!

Why 'Luke'?

Luke, I am your father.

Star Wars?

-You loved those films. -You loved them.

You forced me to watch them, like, 20 times.

- Ah! OK. - Ow!

Anne?

Ooh.

Oh!

I'm alright.

Just pushing it, that's all.

No, you need to rest, Mum.

Alright.

Look, Evie's right. I'm gonna get the car.

Let me help.

Thank you, darling.

What were the thoughts - the ones you couldn't control?

I can't really explain it.

I've found that it helps to voice my demons.

To confront them. Otherwise they just get worse.

I haven't met a priest before who's been so open about his...

vices.

Yeah, I'm the new kind.

Faith has given me so much.

It's, uh... it's been my life raft.

And what has happened to you...

it has shown me once again that God is more powerful than any drug.

I was ready to do anything...

to be with Ray forever.

Anything...

to make him young.

But I think I can accept that that will never happen.

You've given me hope, Father.

It's usually a lot harder than that.

Sharing faith.

Some people need it so badly and they just... they can't find it.

I told the archbishop about this.

He didn't believe me.

I've no proof.

But...

then there's you.

Everyone knows the great Gwendolyn Reed.

What can I do to help?

Mullan. We've got an MVA on Miller Street.

What the hell have you done?

You're rifling through my files at work now?

That drug house you were sitting on?

Solved.

-I'm fixing your problems, alright? -You're what?!

You are my main problem!

Yeah. I don't have to be.

You act like I need a babysitter but I don't.

You would have drunk yourself to death a long time ago without me.

You can't leave it alone, can you?

-'Cause you need to control everything. -Oh!

You've just gotta let things take their course.

You are so full of crap.

-You need to learn to relax, Ron. -Oh, shit!

You took a gun from me now?

-Here. Hand it back. -Hey, hey, hey! Hands off the goods.

Dad!

You do realise that you are a target.

OK? This thing turns people nuts.

They'd kill you for a berry.

I'd love to see 'em come for me.

- Just-- - All units.

Still waiting on a response to the MVA on Miller Street.

-Please respond. -200 to base. I'm on it.

-Copy, 200. What's your ETA?

I was saved from death

and I'm... 72 years old.

Last May.

-Could you say your name? -Oh.

Gwen.

Gwendolyn Reed.

I look just as I did when I was making River Swan.

It's crazy.

I know.

It...

came from a plant

which grew after a flood,

in the places where people died.

It's the most... ...remarkable thing.

I think that this happened

to give people a second chance.

♪ Knock 'em dead ♪

♪ Knock 'em dead ♪

♪ Knock 'em dead... ♪

Alright. We're gonna cool down now.

So let's take our shoes off.

See you next week.

Mum! You made it.

-I know! I escaped from the office. -Nice.

-Hello. -How are you?

-Good. -Isabella, I... just... That was really--

Mum, this is Lola, the new flat-mate I've been telling you about.

-Oh, right! -Hello.

Don't you think? Who does she look like?

Mmm. Yes. It's, um... terrifying.

- Mmm. - What do you mean?

Oh, it's... Gran. She's pretty horrendous.

Yes.

I'm... sure she's not horrendous.

Well. You don't know her.

Well, that's not a very polite thing to say about someone.

Let alone your own mother.

-What kind of an example are you setting? -I beg your pardon?

Clearly, this is why Isabella is the way she is.

And why she's had to be this...

resourceful.

Oh.

She could be doing so much more with her life.

-Who are you? -I'm...

Someone who cares. Who's trying to help.

Dude, you're stepping way over the line.

See? "Dude"!

This is what your new-age parenting gets you.

I mean... what are people going to think?

And have you even seen the way she lives?

She's getting drunk most nights,

not to mention sharing the same bedroom with a boy who's cheating on her.

Oh, that is not true!

- Excuse me... - That's bullshit, Mum.

It is true, darling, because he's having intercourse with me.

Please, slow down.

Will you just stop fussing?

I need a moment on my own.

OK. Maybe a sleep is what you need, then.

I'll go for a walk, then. Is that OK?

Just don't go far.

Jesus, Annie. You know, you're a terrible actor.

I can see it's getting worse. You're not fooling anyone.

I just want to be able to do something. To...

To help you.

We have to trust Ben's method.

He'll find a way to stabilise it.

OK. And how can you be so sure?

There has to be a way to harness it.

Annie, unless Ben can make us a time machine, then you can't wait.

It's what we all wish for, isn't it?

To defy nature. To never age.

To never die.

I know. I know it's ridiculous and... it's been 10 days.

Should have waited at least 20.

With an actual ring and a bent knee and roses and--

Yes.

What?

Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

But then you realise that...

forever is a very long time...

if it's without the one you love.

If they're just...

not going to be there with you every day.

I'm sorry.

Where was I?

It's OK. Just take your time.

That's... Hey.

I'm sorry to interrupt, Father.

It's OK.

- Do you mind if we take a few minutes? - No, of course not.

Hello. My name's Gwen. What's your name?

Eva.

Oh!

-What? No! -What the hell are you doing?

Oh, you little shit!

-Help! You've gotta help me. -Shane. What's wrong?

I was getting some footage to prove... And now he's gonna kill me.

-Donnie, calm down. -Out of my way, Father.

That little bastard is mine.

You're not even a real cop! You're just a sad, old, bitter drunk.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey.

Taking a berry didn't change that!

Give me that phone.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey. Donnie!

Donnie, you're still a Catholic.

This is a sanctuary!

Is that Gwendolyn Reed?

Yes.

Please, God. Please.

I don't need it.

Please.

Make it stop.

Ray doesn't want to be young.

Not like this.

I don't need it.

Help me to be strong.

Oh! Oh, jeez, Ron!

What do you call that move?

Modern policing.

Well done, sweet pea. Very effective.

Oi. Oi.

-Dad... -You're off your game, Ron.

-Don't... -Now, that's old-school for you, huh?

Look, it's all for the best, OK?

I'm trying to protect you!

Yeah, and me you, because it's all got a bit too much for you, hasn't it?

Atta girl. Come on.

In you hop.

Thank you.

And what you said... was right.

About not saving Farida.

-I'm sorry. -You need to repent.

Yes, I will. I will.

But now you've got someone even better.

Our own TV star!

That's incredible.

Oh. Did I scare her off?

Hey.

-Hey. -I'm sorry.

I got, uh... I got caught up with Ben.

She hardly ate.

She only pretended to.

Yeah, well...

she's a stubborn one.

Do you think it will work, what Ben's trying to do?

Look, I think there's a good chance.

So that's a no.

I can tell. I'm not a little kid anymore.

Yeah, I know you're not. I...

And hey, we're almost the same age, right?

Yeah.

But I don't think you're the only one.

What do you mean?

The woman from the DVD, Gwen.

I saw her at the church, talking to Father John.

She said she was leaving Mullan.

Dad?

- Dad?

Dad?

- Dad?

Oh, Gwen!

Oh, thank god!

Hi, Rhonda.

Oh, it's just a... prank, that's all.

Hey, could you grab my phone and keys for me?

They're in on the kitchen table.

Is your dad here?

No.

No, the old man's... gone fishing.

Probably overnight. He's flathead obsessed.

Yeah, th-they're just in there, on the table.

Thank... thank you.

Oh! Thank goodness you dropped by.

I was...

All units. Road incident at Crawford Bend.

200 to base. On my way.

Excuse me, 200.

Could you confirm your name, please?

Got it, sweetheart. It's all good.

Is that him?

He's young.

I'm sorry, Rhonda.

I have to do this.

For Ray.

Gwen, no.

Gwen, please.

Please don't.

Gwen, please don't hurt him!

Please.

Anne, hi. How are you?

Uh, confused. Why are you here?

I know that we didn't get off on the best foot last time

and I just wanted to... see how you were.

Eva is extremely worried.

Oh, well, John, there's no need to be, so...

She seems to feel that you may be avoiding dealing with the reality of this

and relying on some... experiment?

-OK. Well, so, she said that? -Yeah.

I'm curious. Isn't Mullan a bit out of the way for trials?

If Eva has concerns, I'll address them.

Of course. And if you ever need anyone to talk to, any time.

Alright. So you're here to convert me after all?

Everything is possible for one who believes.

Miracles are real.

I know that for certain now.

What, like water into wine?

What miracle?

Nothing the church will let me talk about but...

God, isn't that always the way?

Well, no offence - I would sooner take my chances on the trial.

See, maybe we're pretty similar after all.

We both have faith.

Just in different gods.

You take care of yourself, OK?

Oh!

You were asleep at the wheel. Bloody wallaby, my arse.

Still need that licence, mate.

What the hell...?

Ah.

Ah... Ah!

Rhonda.

Ray, Gwen's got my car.

-She's what? -She's going for my dad.

Come out, come out, wherever you are!

Or Sergeant Stone will make you very, very sorry.