02x06 - Snitches Get Riches

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(TRAM BELL RINGS)

(BIRDS TWITTER)

New boy's here. Hello, Viktor.

Morning, Mr Chen.
Morning, Viktor.

I thought a Gone Bananas might
be in order. Busy day ahead.

Now, I want to pick your brain

vis-a-vis Roz's upcoming birthday
celebrations. Any thoughts?

Depends - do you
want a one-off party

or a birthday week-type thing
with something fun every day?

I think a one-off
thing is ample.

Shouldn't you be at
your desk? It's 8:07.

Well, technically, I
start at 9:00, Viktor.

Right, then, take that, go and
get a head-start on your day.

Yeah, you're in charge
while Ray's away.

Mm. Good luck, everyone!

Really? Where's Ray gone?

Annual golfing trip with
Dodge, Hawk and Prowsie.

Now, Mr Chen,

do you have time for a quick
stand-up meeting before Roz arrives?

Kitchen? 10 minutes?
Stand-up meeting. Got it.

Excellent. Thank you, Mr Chen.

I love that guy.

You should probably
get to work, Helen.

Thought I was in charge
while Ray was away.

Yeah, when you're
working you are.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYS)

No, I'm not against
a pinata, I just...

Ooh, meeting adjourned.

Thank you, Mr Chen.
Thank you, Viktor.

Good morning, team.
Good morning, Rozalind.

One Mango Fandango. (GASPS)

Shall we? Let's.

That's our little one.
Franny. Six months.

Just swipe. Yeah. Baby. Nice.

There's more. Keep
swiping. Yeah.

Isn't she beautiful? Yes.

Just like her mum.
Baby, baby, baby...

I'm doing all the
dad duties this time,

you know, changing
nappies, babysitting.

It's not babysitting when
it's your own baby, hun.

Remember? (CHUCKLES) Yeah.

Oh. What's that? Is that
a... button mushroom?

What? Is that... Oh! Oh!

Oh! Hey... Oh, that's...
That's my p*nis, yeah.

Oh!

Just a little d*ck
pickeroo for the wife.

Hey! David!

You're here to update your will and
make Jess your sole beneficiary.

Yes. I'm his wife.

Beautiful wife. Yep,
youth is beautiful.

And, Jess, I assume we're going
to do your will today as well?

No. I'm 28.

I'm not dying anytime soon.

Yeah, we don't know that.

I mean, no-one does.

Point is, if David dies...
Then I would absolutely bereft.

Of course. David
dies, you're sad...

Bereft. OK, bereft.

Thing is, if he
dies, then you die...

Yeah, sorry, can we just stop
talking about people dying?

You're upsetting my
wife. (EXHALES HEAVILY)

She's young.

Yes. I can see that.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
That's a nice one.

Happy with that? Lovely!

Doesn't my hair look great in
that? It does. It really does.

Instagram done. (GASPS)

Now TikTok. Mm.

Is that on brand for
Conch, do you think?

It's more about whether
YOU'RE comfortable

communicating your corporate
message through dance.

Oh. I don't... I don't know.

What would that look like?

I've no idea.

Ah, it's coming.

Mediation.

It's...

Mediation, mediation.

It's all about conversation.

That's not bad!

Something like that?
Yeah, something like that.

Let's go again.

Mediation. Mediation. It's
all about conversation.

Yeah, I get it. You're in love
and no-one wants anyone to die.

But just shush and listen, OK?

If David dies and you inherit
everything, then you die intestate...

Why would I die interstate?

Did I take a holiday
to deal with my grief?

Oh, no. I'm sorry - intestate
- it means without a will.

Yeah, hun, it... it
means without a will.

She's young. Can we
just use plain language?

There's no use to
show off, Hannah.

It's Helen, and my point is,

if you die without a will,

then little Franny bubs here

inherits absolutely everything.

Well, perfect. Then
I don't need a will.

Yeah, you're not
at all concerned

about your children from
your first marriage?

Why would he be concerned?
I love those girls.

They're like my big sisters.

OK, so, we're just
going to trust

that Jess will distribute
everything evenly

and do the right thing
by all of your children.

Of course. You trust
me, don't you, hun?

110%.

Wouldn't it be simpler

to just make a provision in your
will, right here, right now,

for all of your children
AND your beautiful wife?

Why? Because we don't trust me?

No, I think we're
done here, Hannah.

It's Helen. Come on, hun.

Yeah, hang on, babe, because
she might have a point,

you know, it might make
it easier for you...

Disagree. Thank
you for your time.

This wasn't a free consult.
Let's go, please, David.

Now. That's the kitchen.

Yeah, well, she's...
she's, um... young.

Thanks, Heather.

I AM sending an invoice.

(TRAM BELL RINGS)

What are you doing in here?

I'm in charge this week,
so, I'm using Ray's office.

Oh. Well, don't move anything.

I'm sure he's got some sort
of system happening here.

Do you think?

So, it's Rozalind's
birthday this Friday,

and she has asked me to tell
everyone no gifts required.

Fine with me.

She doesn't want
anyone making a fuss.

Roz?

I mean, I'M not
gonna make a fuss.

I think once you turn 40
enough with the birthdays.

You know, you should just do
the big ones - 40, 50, 60...

It is a bit of a special one this
year. She's turning the big 5-2.

That's not special.
So, keep Friday free.

We're going to surprise her
with a few drinks after work.

Great. OK. Yep. Alright.

Now, if you did want
to get her something...

No, no, I'm totally good
with the no-present thing.

Yes, but if you DID want
to get her something,

she's asked that you make a
donation to her favourite charity.

Acapella SOS? What even is that?

Oh, they visit disaster areas.

They sing, they raise
people's spirits.

Look, just $20, whatever you can
manage. It's a wonderful cause.

Is it? Yes, it's
her passion project.

Seems a bit insensitive

singing at disaster zones.

Oh, that's Roz.

Mm, she looks happy.

How weird.

(KNOCKS) Yes, George?

I'm organising the running order
for Roz's party on Friday night.

Party? I thought it was
a few drinks after work.

Yeah. I'm gonna be doing close-up
magic. Viktor's doing a song.

What do you want to do?

I could do a French exit?

Roz loves French stuff.
I'll put you down for that.

OK. Put me on early.

Got it.

Knock-knock. I'm collecting
for Roz's birthday present.

What? No, you were just in here
saying she doesn't want a present.

This is a present from the office.
It's not a present from YOU.

Well, then shouldn't
the office pay for it?

Helen, don't be cheap.
I'm not being cheap,

I'm just pointing out that if the
office wants to buy a present...

Come on. Big 5-2!

Viktor, 52 - it's not a big one.

It's not a thing. $20,
that's all I'm asking.

Alright, does that
get me out of donating

to her singing disaster group?

That is between you and your
conscience. Now, do you have $20?

Well, no, not on me, but
I will get it to you.

Thank you.

Oh, why does it
have to be so hard?

(PHONE BUZZES)

(CHUCKLES)

(KNOCKS) Sorry, me again.

I was talking to Viktor,
and we thought it'd be nice

if everyone chipped in to get
Roz a bottle of French champagne

to toast with at the
party on Friday night.

We want to get it from
the Champagne region,

but that puts the
price up a little...

(KNOCK AT DOOR) I'm not here!

David Bunting is
here to see you.

Uh... Yeah, hi. OK, so,
I've had a bit of a think...

OK, well come on in,
take a seat. Please.

..and I've decided to take
your advice about the will.

OK. And what about
your beautiful wife?

(QUIETLY) Well, we'll
tell the wife later.

Or... maybe DON'T tell her.

I mean, by the time she
finds out, you're dead.

What's she gonna do, attack
your corpse? (CHUCKLES)

What?

Sorry, that came out
wrong. I was trying to...

Well, I was trying to do a joke.

Probate law jokes.

Anyway, so... Yeah.
Who's the corpse?

Well, you'd be dead.

Uh-huh. So, that
makes you the corpse.

OK. Right. That's
obvious. God. Pfft.

Keep up.

(TRAM BELL RINGS)

Just sign that last
one. (KNOCK AT DOOR)

Jesus Christ!

Helen, uh... Oh, Jesus Christ.

Hey! You!

How did you know where
I... I tracked your phone.

Tracked his phone? Life 360.

It's about trust.

Are you cutting me out of the will?
No, hun, look, she just thought...

Hey, don't throw
me under the bus.

This wasn't my idea.
Is that the will?

Is this it? What are
you gonna do now?

Well, I'm gonna call Joseph Nieman
'cause you just ripped up his will.

We should go somewhere and talk.
What's there to talk about?

If there's no trust,
there's no marriage.

I hope you're pleased with
yourself, you homewrecker.

Homewrecker? Yeah,
are you happy?

It was her idea. All of this.

I'm gonna report you.
To who? And for what?

To social media, for a start.

I've got a lot of followers.
It's true, she does.

She was on that TV show, 50 Hottest
Nobodies. She finished top 10.

Yeah. I'm still not sure
what you're reporting me for.

Well, then let me
spell it out for you.

You attacked my personality,
you disrespected me,

you disrespected my marriage

and I'm pretty sure it's ill*gal
for a husband to sign a document

without his wife present.

I'm pretty sure it isn't.
I think you're right.

I think it's actually against
the... We aren't speaking right now.

Do you have any idea how out
of your league I am, David?

I do.

She's well out of your league.

VIKTOR: You know, I haven't
heard from your father all day.

I hope he hasn't put a fork
in the toaster or something.

I'm sure he's fine. I got
a text from him earlier.

Maybe I'll invite
him to Roz's party.

Do you think the
Grubers would mind?

Oh, honestly, I think
they'd jizz their pants.

(SIGHS)

Petro? Hey, if this is
about the restraining order,

I've told you you need a
different type of lawyer.

Helen, lovely to see you.

Please, don't be concerned.
This is not about me.

OK.

Take a seat.

Mm, very formal. Alright.

Have you heard of the
journalist Simon Bramovich?

He has a television program
called The Informers.

Yeah, he's the guy who
shouts all the time.

Yes. He's a consumer watchdog.

Well, I think he's more of a hack
who pays people to dob on each other.

Correct. That's his catchphrase
- 'Snitches get riches'.

Yeah, nice. Not really.

I think someone
snitched on you, Helen.

On me?! Oh. What'd I do?

Mr Bramovich contacted me and
asked if I had any beefs with you.

Beefs?! That's the
word he used, 'beefs'.

And did you have any beefs?

No, Helen, no beefs. No beefs.

But I believe he's talking
to all your clients.

He's looking for
anyone with a beef.

How does he even know
who my clients are?

He's an investigative
journalist, Helen,

that's what they do
- they investigate.

And he did a
call-out on Facebook.

Well, thank you, Petro. I
appreciate the heads-up.

It's my pleasure, Helen.

And speaking of pleasure,

I wondered if you might like to
join me for dinner this evening.

Oh, that is a lovely offer, but
I'm going to say no, thank you.

That's OK. Mm-hm.

I'm on a mission to
find my soulmate.

It's a numbers game. You
have to ask everyone.

Yeah, the doorknocker approach.

Good luck with that. Thanks.

George, perhaps you'd like to
join me for a meal this evening?

No, but thank you very
much for asking me.

It's OK.

One day, Helen, I will knock
and that door will open.

I hope so, Petro. I hope so.

What was that about?

Apparently Simon Bramovich has
been sniffing around about me.

On The Informers? Mm.

sh*t, what are you
gonna do? Ignore it.

I mean, only idiots
watch that show.

Helen, Ray watches that show.

My grandma does too.
Yeah, alright, so do I.

Is it weird that I
find Simon Bramovich

just a little bit attractive?

Oh, Helen. It is weird.

I shouldn't have said
it. I wish I didn't.

ROZ: Helen? Yes, Roz?

Can you go down to Blendology
and get me a beverage?

Why can't Viktor do it? It's
a bit personal. It... (SIGHS)

I'm a little egg-bound. What?

I need one of Melcome's fibre
fixes to get things going.

You know the one. Oh, no,
not a Plop Of The Morning?

That's the one. No, I
don't want to order that...

Yes. No.

Oh, come on, it's my birthday
week, do it as a present for me.

Birthday week. Not even a thing.

I'll take that,
thank you. Agh. No!

(SIGHS)

You're a cameraman.
That's what you do.

Get ready to go. Now, now, now.

Here we go. That's her. Get me
a bit, get me a bit of b-roll.

Alright, here we go.
She's getting a juice.

Come back here, come back
here. I want this. I want this.

Plop Of The Morning for Roz.

"Blending trouble
with mischief."

Something like
that. Thank you.

You're gonna get her
as she's coming out.

Right, here we go.

Helen Tudor-Fisk?

What?

Oh, my God! God,
please, don't film me.

Why, what do you
have to hide? What?

Nothing! Don't touch
the camera, please.

Well, OK, fine. Just
back up a bit, please.

We've been speaking to people who've
serious beefs about your behaviour.

Can you let me pass, please?
Why won't you speak to us?

Is it because you're
guilty? No comment!

How do you respond
to the allegations

you're obsessed with death?

No, I'm not. Who said that? Wh...
No. Just let me get through, please.

Ow. She assaulted
me. Did you see that?

No, I didn't.
We've got a runner.

I'm not running! Helen
Tudor-Fisk, what are you...

We've got incoming! Oh!

Helen Tudor-Fisk!

How do you respond to the
allegations, Helen Tudor-Fisk?

Stay on her! Stay on her!

Keep right! Go right! Go right!

(TRAM BELL RINGS)

OK, there she is. Yep.

You got her? Moving
along. There she is.

Gotcha, Helen Tudor-Fisk.

Gotcha.

GEORGE: Helen. Yes. What?

Need you to sign Roz's card.

Oh. OK. Fine. Yep.

Ohh! Can I do it later?

I don't like being first. I want
to see what everyone else writes.

Don't be weird, just sign it.

Fine.

OK.

"All the best."

There you go. How's that?

Why'd you write it up there?

Well, I'm leaving room
for everybody else.

There's only four of us.

Now you've all got lots of
room to write lots of things.

It's not very personal, is it?

Well, she's a co-worker, what do you
want me to write, "Lots of love"?

Maybe something like,
"Happy birthday, Roz."

Well, that seems moot because it
says 'happy birthday' there already.

It seems silly to
write it again.

(SIGHS) OK, apparently
no, it doesn't.

But I can't fit it now.

I've already put "All the best."

Yeah.

"Happy birthday, Roz."

Happy? And now it's from
Helen. There you go.

Why does everything have to
be so hard with you, Helen?

Oh, my God, stop
hanging out with Viktor.

(PHONE BUZZES)

Artie.

Here they are. Hey.

The workers, home
from a hard day.

You made snacks.

Did you, uh... get your
memoir pages done today?

Yes, I did,

and I also did a bit of doodling

and came up with a few
cartoons for the book.

(CHUCKLES)

I don't get that one.

Well, they bought him
jewellery instead of a jury.

And why did they do that?

Tony, that's wonderful. Yeah.

Oh, "Court in Session."
Well, that is priceless.

Yeah. Very New Yorker.

(CHUCKLES) Like not funny?

Hey, do either of you ever
watch that show The Informers?

Oh, not in this
house. Why do you ask?

No reason.

Ooh, I've got one. Mm?

Judge in a waiter's apron, pad
and pencil, "Order in the court."

(LAUGHS)

That's great. I can draw that.

Morning, webmaster.
Hey, Helen.

Ray's back. Already?

I thought he was golfing all week
with Dodgy, Sploodge and the Badger.

Fisk. Hey, Ray! How was golf?

In my office. What's
the magic word?

Now. Ooh. sh*t. OK.

This is what ruined
my trip away.

(THE INFORMERS
THEME MUSIC PLAYS)

Welcome to The Informers
with Simon Bramovich.

I'm Simon Bramovich.

Tonight - Probate Gate.

What happens when a wills and
estates lawyer goes rogue.

A word of warning -

some viewers may find the content
of this story distressing.

Ordinarily, we'd have one, maybe two
people willing to blow the whistle.

In the case of Helen Tudor-Fisk,

we had a lot more than two.

That's when we knew we were dealing
with an extremely shonky operator.

Wow.

That came out fast.

Corner of Mana and Matthews.

On my way.

Ah!

Mr and Mrs Bunting, thank you for
coming forward for this exclusive.

I appreciate it's been a
tough time for you both.

Yes, it has, but we're
seeing a counsellor.

Yeah. We're gonna get
through this, aren't we, hun?

You bet.

Now, Mrs Bunting, when you
spoke to our researchers,

you said that there was...

..something really
off about this lawyer.

Now, what did you mean by that?
She was fixated on people dying.

She kept saying he's gonna
die and then I'm gonna die

and then we're all gonna die,

and... I never
told you this bit -

when I went back there

she actually made a joke
about attacking my corpse.

Wow.

Yeah.

Shocking.

Helen Tudor-Fisk...

We witnessed this obsession
with death firsthand.

Here she is literally
chasing an ambulance,

no doubt hoping
someone has died.

Why? Because she's a probate
lawyer and she profits from death.

In an Informers exclusive,

we obtained
security-camera footage

of this bottom-feeding lawyer

rummaging in a dumpster.

Work-related or does she
just like rolling in rubbish?

One thing's for sure - she
treats her clients like garbage.

And then there are the
accusations of violence.

Ah, yeah, well, my husband's
legally blind in one eye

because she stabbed
him with a toothpick.

This is the eye patch
I've had to wear.

This way, love.

See? He's still struggling
with his... his vision.

Though my hearing has
improved significantly.

Yeah.

Oh, and she called me fat.

We also heard claims
of sexual harassment.

She paid me to hug a co-worker.

She paid you? Yeah.

Five bucks to hug the probate
clerk while she watched.

Helen Tudor Weinstein?

Outside of work she's
just as unpleasant.

She litters.

She hates nature.

I know she hates turtles.

And the allegations
just keep coming.

She knocked my house down.

Well, she wasn't very supportive
of our feminist cause.

She said I was too old for her.

But there was definitely
a frisson. I...

Remember the name
- Helen Tudor-Fisk.

Remember her face.

And remember this...

(KNOCKS)

..is where you'll find her.

Now, if you've got someone you'd
like to blow the whistle on,

you can contact us
via our website.

We'll make it worth your while.

And remember - here
at The Informers

snitches get riches.

RAY: Did you know about this?

Well, I did know they were trying
to find people who had beefs.

Had what? Beefs.

Beefs?

Beefs, like complaints, against
me. You should have called.

None of it's true anyway, so,
I'm not that worried about it.

Yeah, course you're not 'cause it's
not your name on the wall, is it?

No, it isn't,

even though I'm the one who does
most of the work around here.

Oh, this is so not the time
for that conversation, Fisk.

(SIGHS) Do you
want me to resign?

Come on, Fisk, of
course I bloody don't.

You just said it yourself - you
do all the work around here,

and most of the time
you do it pretty well.

Thank you, Ray. Is there
a defamation case here?

Yeah, if you can prove

that it would impact the
business and affect income,

that's defamation.

Yeah, thanks, mate. I
understand how defamation works.

Ray was one of Melbourne's
top defamation lawyers.

Yeah, they called me Omo Man.

He could wash the
stink off anyone.

Mm. Yeah, but I burned out.

I went too hard.
Had a heartie at 35.

That's when Rozzie stepped in and
came up with this probate lark.

This might be a job for Omo Man.

I think you're right, buddy.

We're gonna need all hands on deck
to get the stink off this one.

Yeah, just to be clear, that's
a metaphorical stink, right?

Sure.

Gonna have to dig out
the old suit, George.

Where's Rozalind?

ALL: (SING) ♪ Hang
on! ♪ Very good!

♪ Help is on its way

♪ I'll be there as
fast as I can... ♪

Can't hear you!

♪ Hang on! ♪
Up high!

♪ A tiny voice did say

♪ From somewhere deep
inside the inner man... ♪

(YELLS) Can you move back, please?!
♪ Are you always in confusion? ♪

Move back! ♪ Surrounded
by illusion? ♪

♪ Talk it out... ♪
Thank you!

♪ You'll make out

♪ Seem to make a good beginning

♪ Someone else ends
up winning... ♪

She was happy. ♪
Don't seem fair

♪ Don't you care?

♪ Hang on... ♪
That's it!

♪ Help is on its way... ♪
Can't hear you!

♪ I'll be there as
fast as I can! ♪

Go full petrol! ♪ Hang on! ♪

Yes!

♪ A tiny voice did say... ♪
So tiny!

That didn't happen.
He's not blind.

♪ The inner man... ♪

Big finish!

♪ Hang on! ♪

Oh! That is very good
work from all of you!

Do you think they'd like
another? I think they might.

Let's try again.

OK, so, I never said
that. That never happened.

OK. Just sent the
concerns notice.

Great. They're
officially on notice.

Viktor's trying to get
onto their lawyer now.

How are we going on
character witnesses?

Ah, yes. Mrs Popovich said
she's willing to testify,

and Petro also happy
to go to bat for me.

So, a kleptomaniac and a
stalker? I'm gonna say no and no.

Ray, Brent Stellick
on the line. Great.

Here we go. I'm on. Look out.

Good one, Ray. Stellick.

Get him, Ray.

I hope you're ready, Stellick,
'cause I'm coming for ya.

Tell your boss you
can either make a deal

or Omo Man is going to put you
through a wash cycle so hot

it'll burn the skin
right off your testicles.

I'm talking 90 degrees Celsius.

You're gonna have to
carry your ba*ls around

in a change purse, buddy,

'cause you won't have a ball bag
left when I'm finished with you.

I do beg your pardon,
Beverley. Yes, I'll hold.

Brent, is that you?

Right, I hope you're ready,
buddy, 'cause I'm coming for ya.

Tell your boss he can
either make a deal...

Network just called. They want
a meeting. You're on, Omo.

Good stuff!

Hello, old friend.

Fisk!

We're in here!

Hello! Hello, hello. Tony!

You're early.

Oh, look, I'm working, so,
just go and sit down, OK?

George? Do we have that
champagne for Roz, yes?

Are there any chips?

George, can we get some
chips for the judge, please?

Thank you.

There you are. Off you go.

If you're not pursuing financial
damages, what DO you want?

Firstly I'd like an on-air
retraction and an apology.

That's not happening.
I'm a journalist...

Oh, shut up. That's my
reputation on the line...

Shut up, Bramovich!

If it saves the network
money, you'll do it.

Right, anything else?

Um... (CLEARS THROAT)
I would like him fired.

Done. Not that
easy, I'm afraid.

I have a contract. Fine.

You can stay and see your contract
out presenting Cartoon Jamboree.

Cartoon Jamboree? Mm.

Look, if no-one's gonna
defend me, I'll do it myself.

I'm a journalist,
first and foremost,

and a bloody good
one, Bridget...

(SIGHS) No-one cares, Bramovich.

Journalism stopped existing at
this network a long time ago.

Is that it?

I'd like a dozen prime-time
advertising spots.

(QUIETLY) Good one, Ray.
I'll give you three.

Five. Done.

Anything else?

(QUIETLY) Can I
ask for something?

Yeah, you don't have to put
your hand up. Hand down.

I would please like $20 donated to
that charity in my name, thank you.

Fine.

20,000 on that charity.

Hang on, did you say 20,000...

Yeah. Yep. Yep.

20K. That's what
she said. Yep.

20K. That's what I said.
Oh, stop bitching, Brent.

It's a charity.
It's tax deductible.

Yeah. Brent, stop bitching. And
can you put it in my name, please?

Tudor-Fisk.

I'll assume we're done,
unless there's something else.

I'd love a Coke
Zero if you've...

(QUIETLY) Did we win?
(QUIETLY) I think we did.

I'm Simon Bramovich.

I'm Simon Bramovich
with Cartoon Jamboree.

Cartoons the way you want them -

truthful and honest
with your breakfast...

Forgot my briefcase.

Um... I'm gonna leave my
number with reception.

I know you're a bad man, but I
find you strangely attractive.

I think I could change
you. Good on ya, mate.

I'm Simon Bramovich and
this is Cartoon Jamboree

with Power Puff Girls

followed by Pokemon.

(TRAM BELL RINGS)

VIKTOR: They're back,
they're back. Here they are.

How'd you go?! How'd you go?!

We won!

Great! Great! Ohh!
Congratulations!

Omo Man is back!

And Omo Woman is here!

Cheers to you. Oh, thank you!

Oh, where's Roz?

Oh, still stuck at
the burst water main.

That's annoying. I wanted
her to see me win something.

(CHAMPAGNE CORK
POPS) (GROUP CHEERS)

Oh, that's for Roz.

(KNOCKS)

Oh, hey, Roz, you made
it! Crisis averted.

And I heard - a big win for you
in the boardroom. Well done.

Yep.

Ooh.

Ooh, we're hugging.

A little bird told me that you
donated $20,000 to Acapella SOS.

Mm.

I'm just so touched. I...

I don't know what to say.

You are very welcome, Roz.

Hey, Ray.

Ray, did you know that Helen
donated $20,000 to Acapella SOS?

Oh. Did she?

Mm-hm.

Very generous, Fisk.

Imagine how many disasters
we'll be able to sing at now.

It's wonderful.
Thank you, Helen.

Well, it's a very good cause,

and let's hope there's a
lot more disasters to come.

Fingers crossed.

We might have to make
you an honorary member.

Oh! (CHUCKLES)

(QUIETLY) No, thank you.

But hey - happy birthday, Roz!

You get out there and have some
mud cake, celebrate the big 5-2.

What? That's not a thing.
That's what I said.

And it's the big 4-9,
if you must know.

Of course it is.

(BIRDS TWITTER)

(BEEP!)

If I'm going down, you're
going down with me.

Thanks, Ray.

Nice one, Helen.

Looks good.

Yeah.

(SIGHS)

Happy, Helen?

You know what, Roz?

I think I am.

Good.

(SOFTLY) Yep.

Well, I won't hug you.

(SOFTLY) Thank you.

(SNIFFLES)

(INSTRUMENTAL 'HELP
IS ON ITS WAY' PLAYS)

VOICEOVER: And
coming up next week:

(TRADITIONAL GREEK MUSIC PLAYS)