01x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

This sees you down on the canvas

and the count is ten.

Well? No more crying corruption,

or the original goes public.

Must make you a very proud parent.

(g*nsh*t)

I grieve, sharing that grief with

the even greater grief of his wife,

Rebecca, and his daughter, Georgia.

You ruined him.

Her husband's dead.

He shot himself because of you.

He was weak.

Who's mourning?

Georgia has something.

Shame she's a sl*t.

Don't.

Tell her I'm grateful.

Give her the boot.

I like her.

Tough.

You must feel something!

You are pissed.

I'm Julian Lee, a cardiologist,

Mr Walford.

Would it be wrong to ask to see you,

away from here?

What about a transplant?

A healthy new heart?

This is ridiculously premature.

Make it happen!

(PHONE RINGS)

(DANNY) You've got nine

months to save,

because the wedding registry's gonna

be fierce,

and wish me luck off the rookie list.

Might even be marrying a premiership

winner come Christmas. Hey, coach?

Think positive.

Here, my footy, my footy!

It's your fifth concussion.

No game's worthy dying for.

Marti must be wondering

who she's going to marry now.

We're such a cliche.

Huh?

The girls watch a tearjerker

while the groom has his last

night of quote unquote freedom.

(DANCE MUSIC)

(DANCE MUSIC)

Two.

(MAN) Bro.

On your buck's night?

With the cost of the honeymoon

I thought he'd pull a no-show.

(INAUDIBLE)

Hey, watch it, dickhead.

Danny.

Whoo! Hey!

What? What?

Energy on sale. Added bonus.

Energy's sorted.

How about both, next week?

Now or never.

I'm off the market after tonight.

- Piss off!

- Oh, easy bro.

- I am not your bro.

- Ooh, touchy. Feely.

Come on.

Whoa!

- Yeah? You wanna go?

- Yeah!

- Yeah, ya gonna go?

- Yeah!

(SHOUTING)

- Hey!

- Come on!

He was being a d*ck!

Ambulance!

- (MAN) Give 'em room!

- Recovery.

What are you doing?

Later.

Danny, can you hear me?

Danny?

There must be something you can do.

If there only was.

He's in there somewhere.

It's just his body now.

No. If we wait, he'll get better.

He won't.

It's like they said. No hope.

He's being prepared

for organ donation.

Marti?

She's accepted.

(DAVID) She needs you.

(WOMAN) Come on. Thank you.

That's it?

They're saying their goodbyes.

(DAVID) Sophia would want

you to pay your respects.

Let's go.

Just a tick.

As soon as that's done,

you go to their place.

We have to protect them

from the truth.

I assume he stashed stuff there.

I don't know. Maybe, he didn't say.

He wasn't thinking straight.

Dealing on his buck's night?

You reckon?

Now we have to make sure it's fine

when they clear out his room,

or if the cops get wind -

He did it to pay for his honeymoon.

I don't want excuses.

You know where the spare key is.

Turn over his room,

and no sign you've been there.

Check his computer, too.

You got the password?

Dannydickhead.

Sophia's got enough heartbreak

without this.

What a screw up.

(CRYING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

Dannydickhead.

I know that obituaries

have been prepared

for my husband

in most media offices.

One day they'll be used.

I feel not today.

(CATE) Bart and I pray

for the soul of whoever died,

to give Phillip hope.

I also pray for their loved ones

who are in sorrow, that my husband

might live a fuller life.

I wish I knew their names,

so I could assure them

that we will do our utmost to make

sure that he honours their loss.

Thank you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

He doesn't deserve a fresh heart

to pump venom through his veins.

(REBECCA) I trust you.

I do trust you, I do.

Make the world a better place.

Let him die.

(MONITOR BEEPS)

All being equal,

he'll be home in weeks

and back at his desk in months.

If you'd like to

I love you.

Do your best.

(BART) I've felt lots of

things about him over the years,

most bad.

Sympathy's a new take.

Mummy's almost drained me of mine.

Mm, what now?

So before, God was the enemy.

Now she's praying he'll play hitman.

So much for rehab.

Yeah, well, I doubt any twelve step

program can cover

her level of dysfunction.

What?

They're callous, corrupt, venal,

and we still can't cut them loose.

What's that about?

Callous, corrupt, venal.

We're just chips off the old block.

You'll come back?

Months of the lord

and master have worn me down.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

You seemed to cope.

It's my job to.

Well, they say transplantees

can mellow.

Mm.

Or he might stay the same obnoxious

b*stard with a new lease on life.

Your humour's been a godsend,

if it's at all possible.

I'll see how I go.

Question, if I may.

Please.

Why do you stay?

I'm surprised it took you

so long to ask.

He wasn't always like this.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

For auld lang syne?

If it were only that simple.

I can recover just as well at home.

You'd be there if you could.

Three weeks plus.

Three? I thought it was less.

Well, you've had a few

complications.

You're fine, but absolutely not.

(PHILLIP)

What are you smirking at?

The novelty of seeing you told.

What have I said? No bloody flowers.

I'm sorry.

It's alright.

We will be thrilled to ship you

out of here as soon as we can.

Am I to admire your bluntness?

Well, subtlety hasn't worked.

You're lucky you saved my life.

You've been given a second chance.

Find better ways to use it

than being a prick.

You're letting him

get away with that?

Yeah, for now.

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

These make it

more final than the funeral.

What do you want to do with them?

We'll scatter them in the new year,

on the oval, same as your Dad's.

He'd like that.

Mm.

Until then, his room.

I can do it.

No, I can't stay out of it forever.

(SIGHS)

You alright?

It's where he still feels alive.

But he's not.

You were on his computer.

No.

It's open.

I came in to get his suit

for the undertaker, that's all.

He always closed it. Always.

He must have just been excited

about getting to his buck's night.

Mm.

(CHUCKLES)

Last goal, Danny boy.

(SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(CRYING)

Fly high.

Mrs Grey, do you have anything

to say about the coward's punch

on your son?

- How do you feel?

- How do you think she feels?

Okay, move back. Give her some

space, please. Move back.

I feel

(CRYING)

I feel sad.

We're all sad. Too sad for anger

and recriminations.

The law will find the right

or wrong of it.

Our one consolation is missing

from the ashes that we scattered

are the organs that have

gone to helping others.

If anyone wants to honour Danny,

do so by becoming an organ donor.

It's an issue on which he held

firm views. Thank you.

Move aside. Please let us through.

There are reports that Danny was

dealing drugs

the night of the fight.

Can you comment?

If a bloke had asked that

question -

Was your son a drug dealer,

Mrs Grey?

- Move back, please. Move back.

- You cow!

Hey, hey!

No! No! No, no!

She just lost the man

she was about to marry.

What is your excuse?

Okay, I've got you.

It's okay.

We have to talk.

Please.

His computer.

What about it?

Well, he, um, he always closed it.

It - it was a thing.

But when we went into his room,

it was open.

So?

So is the drugs accusation true?

Because of some computer?

No, it's

have you been in his room?

Were you in on it?

No.

But - but you did sneak in.

You knew. And you didn't stop him.

I tried. Of course I tried.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

No, fair cop.

Okay, yeah.

I went in that night he died,

in case there was stuff there.

And was there?

I flushed it.

Okay, well - well, how much?

What was there?

You don't want to know.

Oh

Oh, Mum!

You know the press.

They take a one-punch death and turn

it into a 'drugs in sport' scandal.

- Yeah.

- As soon as Bella's here.

(TEARY)

I'm so sorry.

You had every right.

There's no truth in it,

that you know?

Leave me to handle it.

Where is Bella?

David? David.

I have always cringed from news

items where a parent says,

"my child wouldn't do that."

From the moment they hit puberty,

they open this 'to be kept

from the family' folder.

We are the last to know.

So I will ask you once more,

and I will never forgive you

if you lie to me.

To your knowledge,

did Danny do what she says?

(SOMBRE MUSIC)

Right.

I - I only found out myself

the night of the fight.

I sent Marc in to clear his room.

I wanted to spare you.

Computer.

I was trying to help.

Oh, you have.

You've - you've told the truth.

(SIGHS)

There is one sort of parent

worse than the wilfully ignorant

and that is one who protects

a child, whatever they've done.

Our world'd be a better place if

more of us faced their failings.

Have you got that reporter's number?

I can get it.

Danny's organs helped a lucky few.

Admitting his stupidity might

help a lot more.

I don't think now -

Just text it to me.

And I don't need protecting.

Not on this.

Not at all.

(BELLA) You're not gonna

watch the news?

(SIGHS)

Why make it worse?

I need a cuddle.

If I don't make this

count for something,

I'll have lost him all over again.

(ON TV) It's an issue on which

he held firm views.

(ON TV) The report said Danny

was dealing drugs

the night of the fight.

Can you comment?

If a bloke had asked

that question -

Was your son a drug dealer, Mrs Grey?

You cow!

No! No!

Does the lady protest too much?

A team culture intent on concealing

what might be the tip -

Sweetheart.

Join me?

No, I'm leaving room.

(BART) Having a big one.

With?

Some lads from Tate Swarbrick.

(CATE) Don't overdo it.

How was he?

You've become conspicuous

by your absence.

Did he say that?

What's not said's just as telling.

I have to muster the energy.

I managed.

You didn't sit on the stairs

and watch him die.

That was ten months ago.

Makes any sentiment after

the fact suspect.

Well, you've had plenty of talks

since.

Yes, well, this is the first

since he's clearly not dying.

He'll throw anything

I say back in my face.

I can come.

Toxicity doesn't require

an audience.

I'll go, first thing.

Good luck.

I feel very alone.

You should have been here

a week ago.

There were plugs to pull.

There's something you should know.

For my own good, of course?

(REBECCA) Not remotely.

I have a friend aspiring to be

the second Mrs Julian Lee.

She's felt the good surgeon cooling,

so she had him followed

and she's managed quite the dossier.

God works in mysterious ways.

Oh, drop the pious schtick.

(REBECCA) While you're here,

Mr Lee and Cate have graduated

from hotel beds to hers.

Oh, you think I didn't know?

(REBECCA) The affair, possibly.

But in your home? Has she ever

screwed one there before?

You're a laughing stock.

Bart's not back till late.

We have plenty of time ahead.

No need for risks.

And if that doesn't declare

my intentions, nothing will.

Good intentions?

Should I pack and leave now?

When he's recovered.

Why stir the pot?

(TENSE MUSIC)

I'm not a kid.

And you're not my nanny.

- I thought -

- I'm fine.

Goodnight then, Mr Walford -

Yeah, yeah. No, wait.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Goodnight.

You said you'd be late.

Ran out of steam.

Here? Really?

I assume he didn't come for drinks.

We're being discreet.

I saw him.

A warning to take more care?

So what's the theory?

Dad's so grateful

that Julian saved your life

he gives him

a leave pass to mount you?

Don't be vulgar.

(BART) He'll get the same

treatment as every other one -

Unless

Stop.

(BART) Dad finds out, as always,

which guarantees Julian suffers.

Is that it? His punishment

for keeping Dad alive.

I love him.

Please. There's only one person

you love, Mother.

Me.

You think I would have survived

this house if you didn't?

What about Georgia?

Your father has a dreadful

opinion of her.

Any specific reason?

Yes.

One day.

Perhaps.

(SLOW-PACED DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(BART) Original and copy.

That should shut him up.

You will cease and desist,

or the original will circulate.

She's - she's my little girl.

Done and dusted.

Make sure those Korean proposals

are on my desk this afternoon.

Thank you, Bart.

You're paid to protect my interests.

Your own.

Eventually.

(PHILLIP) Any gratitude

I feel to you and Georgia

does not extend

to seeing you together.

Be as kinky as you like,

but don't even contemplate more.

Has your Dad gone?

I couldn't see into the car

as he left.

He's shattered.

Good.

Have we put runs on the board

with your father?

We may. With time.

No. We will.

Next one! Zachary, you're up.

And careful.

(CHILDREN SHOUTING)

Hi.

How can you?

I was going to discuss it tonight.

- You're talking to that reporter?

- Mm-hmm.

After what she said?

The boys are furious.

How much did they tell you?

- They said Danny was doing it.

- Mm-hmm.

And even if it is true, what,

you're throwing him to the dogs?

I have to do what's right.

You're his mother.

I wouldn't lie for him alive.

I'm not gonna do it now.

He sold drugs to some other

mother's child.

Marti.

(SCOFFS) I will I'll hate you

if you go ahead with this.

- You don't mean that.

- Don't I?

The truth will be reported.

Perhaps I can control how.

I don't want the kids sensing this.

I am in tonight.

You still talking to her?

Yes.

Then I never want to see you again.

Martina, please.

(SNORES)

(GENTLE MUSIC)

I got a visit from Rebecca Konig

before I got one from my adoring

spouse.

When?

The point is, the person who hates

me most, dropped by before you.

I've been holding off.

For?

News that your second chance might

have taken some effect.

Would have made this easier.

At least it would have justified

the platitudinous crap I fed

the press during your operation.

I'm meant to have had some

sort of epiphany?

Saul on the road to Damascus?

I find you referencing the Bible

more than unsettling.

(CHUCKLES)

So. I'm here.

And so am I.

Hopefully for some time.

I've paid lip service. Can I go?

You may.

Was there anything, er,

specific you wanted to say?

No, nothing that can't wait.

(PHILLIP) I'm home in a few days,

so one more token visit should

suffice.

For appearance's sake.

And tell Sandra I want

her there when I get home.

She's reviewing her options.

Oh, yes, I heard. Tell her to not be

so bloody stupid.

Convince her.

So that's why I'm here?

We all have our uses.

At least the usual summons for

a blow-counter blow is emotional.

Now I'm just a messenger?

Sorry to rob you of your illusions.

Cate?

Yes?

Nothing.

In his office?

Security.

Give 'em a show.

No cameras in here.

True that.

On his desk.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(SHE EXHALES)

What better way to say 'screw you,

Daddy', hmm?

The club would prefer

you to cancel it.

We're trying to manage the fallout.

(SIGHS)

He hasn't been with the club

all year.

But he was.

It picks the scab off the old

sore of drugs in the game.

Was he selling drugs to the team?

- They all say no.

- Oh!

But the press won't want to listen.

Well, that's not my problem.

I'm sorry.

You know what the game meant to him.

Don't.

And Paul.

Oh! That is a cheap tactic.

I will see the club clear of mud,

unless there is mud

and you're worried it'll show.

No.

Good.

This is my choice

and the one I have to make,

believing it

will do more good than harm.

If I can put Martina's feelings

aside

then I can certainly ignore

the Club's.

Sorry, I'd rather be alone.

Got somewhere even better

for tomorrow night.

Than this?

You wait.

Mum?

(TO HERSELF) Mum.

Bedtime.

Let's get these off.

No.

Wouldn't want to be you

in the morning. I'll be back.

(BELLA) Mum.

Drink this.

That's it.

I'm so sad.

I know. Sleep tight.

(SOPHIA) My little boy.

You too.

I had a rough night.

I'm here to make it

look like you didn't.

Understand I admire what you're

doing.

There'll be no hatchet job.

Yes? Right. Ready?

As I'll ever be.

No, no, leave it.

..What it's been for you

since Danny passed away.

(ON TV) So I'm curious,

why have you chosen to speak

about Danny's drug dealing now?

(SOPHIA) It obviously wasn't

an easy decision,

but when I heard that your

accusations were true,

I felt I had to address them.

And how did you learn the truth?

Can you say who told you?

His teammates?

Your daughter?

His fiance?

(MAN) Bloody hell.

I'm here to discuss

my son's actions.

I will say the person who told me

had no direct involvement with him.

She should have said it wasn't you.

Shh!

(ON TV) Many parents would find

your actions unusual,

especially given

you had just lost your son.

It's because he died,

because his death helped others

through organ donation,

that I'm doing this.

We made such an issue of it,

for the better, I hope.

(SOPHIA) I'd hate his less

admirable choices

to undo any of the good

that message might have done.

But he still sold drugs.

(SIGHS)

My son was a good man,

who made bad choices.

Instead of wasting

time on pointless recriminations,

I'd like fans of his

game to learn from his mistakes.

Then there might be

some point to a heart-breaking

situation.

Some might say you're using this

interview to whitewash

the actions of a self-interested

drug dealer.

b*tch.

(SOPHIA) There's already enough

self-righteous outrage on the

appropriately named Twitterverse.

Can we just concentrate

on the message?

It's to the parents out there.

If it can happen to Danny,

it can happen to anyone.

Don't be blind to your

child's faults before it's too late.

(CRYING)

All very mysterious.

I keep my promises.

Turn around.

What could be more twisted

than my father's desk?

You can't even begin to imagine.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

I tried not to disturb you.

Bad dream?

Beautiful.