- 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!
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.
Madeleine. How's Trav?
He heard the rumours Rusty's been called back to the inquest?
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?
Hey.
- Oh, that Neil guy. Such a creep! - Yeah.
Wait till he's on your lawn while you're taking a shower.
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?
- 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.
- Oi. - Alright. I gotta go.
Have a great game. You'll be awesome.
Thanks. Love ya.
Love you too.
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.
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.
Oh, there she is. Mother of two, new partner.
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.
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. - ...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?
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!
One thing we do have to be grateful for,
Rusty dumped Karlie...
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."
Hi!
No!
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.
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.
Bye.
Untag, unfollow, unfriend.
It's a shame.
I was just starting to like her.
- 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.
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.
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.
What a costly 50-metre penalty there, given away by Jack Davies.
JB, that's game over. 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.
- Shit! - 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! - 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.
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.
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.
Sorry about the game.
- Agreed. - 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.
- 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.
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.
_
Mum's back.
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. - And you sanctioned it.
- I don't like surprises. - Yeah, I'm aware of that.
I'll talk to Rusty.
If there's something I don't know,
I better find out before the coroner does.
Yep?
Who the fuck is Karlie?
"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?
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?
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.
- Oh, excuse me. Sorry. - Oh.
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.
What post?
It's the inquest.
They keep growing out there, like bacteria.
Oh, chocolate covered peanuts!
You're a legend!
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?
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.
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?
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.
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?
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.
Hey...
I'm gonna go.
I'm not taking that.
The cleaner'll be happy.
♪ Be who you are ♪
♪ And give all that you've got ♪
♪ It's easy ♪
♪ And it's hard as this ♪
♪ Though you try to resist ♪
♪ It's just the way of this world ♪
♪ Let it be your oyster, your pearl... ♪
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
This never-ending inquiry doesn't help.
Yeah, I know.
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...
seeing him like that must have been awful.
Yeah. Wasn't, uh...
wasn't the best day of my life.
And then you're fighting at home.
That's the way it always works out.
When it rains, it pours.
How have you guys done this for so long?
Um...
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.
- 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.
- I remember that, but I don't remember... - Yeah, you...
You, uh, you knocked on the door just as I, um...
No.
Yeah, Kath Rickards, football royalty, uh...
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.
That was a long time ago.
Yeah.
- Uh, we should, um... - Yep.
I'll apologise to...
Yo-an-na.
It's... it's not about the socks.
Course it's not, idiot.
You lost your best mate.
Um...
Shit!
- Where the fuck have you been? - Sorry.
I'm sorry I didn't tell Mum everything.
I'm going to.
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! No.
I appreciate the gesture, but this is actually worth a bit of money.
- Hey. - Hey.
- How was your night? - Good.
Yours?
- Yeah, nice. - Yeah?
You heading straight to the inquest now?
- Yeah. - Brian...
_
Shit.
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?
Alright, walk with me. I've got five minutes.
- 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.
- 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.
Such a shame.
- There he is. - 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.
I solemnly and sincerely declare that the evidence I shall give
will be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
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?
Hey.
Mr O'Reilly?
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.
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!
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. - 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.
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.
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.
♪ Take a breath ♪
♪ You left your lights on ♪
Ah!
- ♪ Next time... ♪ - Listen.
I want you to know that I will be there for you no matter what,
and I won't tell a soul.
Um...
♪ But you say the same thing, it's all the same to me... ♪
Before you ask, it's not Rusty's.
♪ Give it time to mend ♪
You need anything, any time,
- you call me, OK? - OK.
Alright. I should go.
♪ How did I not realise I was just being your advice ♪
♪ I'm more than a way out ♪
- Hey, you guys. Yay. Hey... - ♪ 'Cause I found out on the way down ♪
- ♪ On the way down ♪ - come here little mister, we've gotta go.
♪ On the way down ♪
Hang on. One second.
Hey. It's me. Call me back. There's something I need to tell you.
♪ 'Cause I found out on the way down ♪
♪ On the way down ♪
Rusty.
♪ Down ♪
♪ On the way down ♪
♪ On the way down. ♪
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.
- Pull him into line. - Well, I'm tryin'.
Get it done!
Rusty knows...
about us.
- You know one guy called me - _
- a shameless little slut. - _
What are you gonna do?
I have no idea.
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