We sold 20,000 units at $1.50 apiece.
That's $3 million in the first year alone.
- Now, can I have my house? - No.
But I do want to invest.
Ah, Ollie!
Madeleine. It's great seeing you again.
I'm in.
PAIGE: This is delicate. All three of us.
Me, Brody and Dan. I still haven't told him.
Sounds like a whole lot of admin, if you ask me.
What a pity Brian couldn't be here.
- Yeah, he'll be really sad he missed it. - When's he due back?
- Soon. - You don't know me.
I think I do.
Kath, this has to happen. OK? It's not just for me,
- it's for the club. - You go do what you need to do.
I'm gonna start the Southern Jets women's team.
("CAN'T YOU SEE" BY FIDLAR PLAYING)
♪ Diamond rings help me sing ♪
Welcome to my home casino. Mate, what do you reckon?
Surprised you didn't make 'em wear bunny ears.
Just what the agency sent, bud.
We enjoyin' ourselves, lads?
Huh? Come on! We're four and oh, top of the ladder. Huh?!
Get amongst it.
Yes! You beauty!
See, that's what I'm talking about, Fletchy!
Whoo! Yeah, this is awesome!
- Remember, the house always wins. - Lucky he lives here then.
Oh, well, maybe I should quit while I'm ahead.
And do what? Sit in your room?
- It's your money, mate. - Fuck it, have some fun.
No way, check this out!
Holy shit, look at that.
- 'Ey, give it back. - Oi boys!
- I said, give it back! - Calm down!
This is meant to be team-building. Now, give it 'ere!
Hand it over!
Oh, shit.
(PHONE CHIMES)
(PHONE RINGS)
_
(PHONE CHIMES)
_
- Transcribed, synced, corrected by chamallow & PetaG - - www.addic7ed.com -
(BIRDS TWITTERING, INSECTS CHIRPING)
I could kill him. I mean, I could...
- actually kill him. - Yeah, no jury in the world's gonna convict you.
It's my professional obligation to inform you
that's not even remotely true.
But hang on, there are seriously no legals on this?
Not if she willingly sent the photos to Connor
and he had nothing to do with the leak.
Which he definitely didn't, right?
He said he lost his phone a week ago.
But why didn't he erase it remotely?
He did, just not quick enough.
The idiot still has his birthday as his passcode.
But... what, are there six digits now?
Oh, who can remember six digits?
I can contact the news site is you like,
issue a few strongly worded cease and desists.
- Already done. - (PHONE CHIMES)
- And already largely ignored. - (KATH GROANS)
What about business?
I am this close to signing with a major retailer, but...
at least swimwear is supposed to be sexy, right?
Guys, name me one celebrity
that this kind of thing has ended badly for.
- That's very much not the point. - Look, guys,
I'm OK.
I've got this.
- Oh, OK. - See you tonight.
- See you tonight? - Yeah, yeah yeah.
Ah, you going to the game tonight?
Am I still invited?
Of course you are.
Then yes, I will be there.
Hate to break this up, but I gotta go.
- OK, we're going. Bye, guys. - Bye.
Um...
What?
- Do you blame him? - Connor?
- Yeah. - It's just that...
I sent him those photos during a bit of a dry-spell.
which I now know was because he was fucking you.
So I think it's fair to say that he wants those photos
to go public just as much as I do.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, I am.
Don't worry, he's not gonna get out of this.
I intend to make sure that his incompetence
replaces that picture on the front page of every newspaper
from now until the end of time.
Or at least until those swimwear contracts signed, right?
Precisely. Hey, listen.
If he still had those photos of me,
what has he got on you?
- See you tonight. - Yeah.
... and last week, he was in Queensland,
except now it's not just the travel
it's the preparation for the travel, because apparently,
grown men aren't capable of keeping themselves hydrated
or doing the in-flight exercises
unless they're explicitly told when and where to do it.
It's very possible I don't need this.
Don't blame the coffee.
Ah, I started early. A friend had a bit of a crisis, and...
- Just... can you just tell me to shut up? - No, never.
- This new life of yours is fascinating. - (SCOFFS)
- By "fascinating", you mean absolute train-wreck. - I do.
That's exactly what I mean.
(CHUCKLES) What's the crisis?
Long story. Suffice to say,
it's another problem the Southern Jets could do without.
Yeah, being coach's wife is a lot more complicated than it looks.
Tell me about it! I'm not even doing
half the things the old one used to.
I stuffed up. Yeah, I told Tahlia I'd do everything it takes to fix it.
- It's a bit late for that. - Yeah, I dunno what else I can do.
- (PHONE RINGS IN BACKGROUND) - What else was on that phone?
Nothing.
Yeah, maybe a couple of text messages.
- Nothing anyone could use. - You sure?
I dunno, Kath, I didn't think some low life was gonna steal my phone.
- I thought you lost it. - Yeah, so did I.
Wait, so you think that someone's deliberately targeting you?
It looks that way.
But, if they had anything, surely they would have released it by now.
Yeah, let's hope you're right.
- Hey, Kath? - Hmm?
How's Brian?
He's, uh...
scouting... up north.
You guys are... OK?
That's not your business.
(CLEARS THROAT)
(PHONE RINGS)
- Hey. - Hey.
What's up? Everything all right?
Look, I think it's time.
People are starting to ask questions.
OK.
Yeah, the roulette chick reckons I'm good at visual ballistics.
- Blowin' up things with your eyes? - Nah, spottin' where the ball's gonna land.
- (CHUCKLES) That's not a thing. - Oh, well,
- Chloe, the croupier, begs to differ. - Ha.
Hey, so, listen, um...
I've gotta tell you something.
Shoot.
You... you know that guy,
I wasn't sure I wanted to kiss or not?
Yeah.
I did.
- OK. - Yeah.
And it's kinda... it's kind of a thing now.
All right.
And also, it's Brody.
- Teach... teacher Brody. The guy... - Yeah, yeah, I know who he is...
now.
(CHUCKLES) Like, I mean,
I guess it makes a lot of sense.
You two have a lot in common...
and he was always super into you.
It's still pretty new. I just... I wanted to let you know.
- I should probably get going. - What? No.
Yeah, it's game day, I've got plenty of stuff on.
Dan, I serious... I don't want this to change anything.
It's all good. Hey, you can keep the ball.
- You could use the practice. - Watch out!
- (DAN GROANS) - Dan!
- MAN: Look where you're fuckin' goin'! - You OK?
(PAIGE EXHALES)
- OK, breathe. - (DAN GROANS)
Right, OK, um, doesn't Abby have a squad though?
Can you take her?
I... yeah.
No, that's fine. OK, all right. Bye.
(CALL ENDS)
- All right, where were we? - What's happened now?
(SIGHS) I get a day at a time to brief you,
and we go to court next week, so let's just...
If there's somewhere else you need to be, then...
Not until 3pm, so let's work while we still can.
Sorry, one of the players got taken out by a skateboard,
so Travis is knee-deep in medical checks
and I have to pick up the kids.
- Which one? - Both of them.
- Which player? - Oh, um, Daniel Fletcher.
Is he OK?
Suspected rib fracture.
They'll give him the night off and some lovely pills
- to numb the pain, me on the other hand... - (PHONE CHIMES)
Just another thing for the superwoman holding it all together.
- (SCOFFS) - I can come in tomorrow,
if that helps.
- No, one of us should enjoy the weekend. - Yeah, but if it makes it easier, then...
(EXHALES)
Let's just see how we go.
OK.
Take me through the next lot of recommendations.
(EXHALES) OK.
- So, do you think I should call him? - No.
Yeah, but he looked hurt.
Well, an elbow in the ribs will do that to you.
No, I mean, more emotionally hurt.
Then hearing from his loved-up ex
- is not gonna help. - (PHONE CHIMES)
- Ugh, case in point. - Connor?
Now with bonus mother.
I've been summoned.
She's just protecting her investment.
Well, for a silent partner, she's being pretty bloody loud.
Hey...
you know it's OK to not be OK about this?
Listen, I've still got my deal in place,
contracts are due this afternoon,
and if my media strategy plays out as expected,
everything is gonna be fine.
You're amazing.
- I love you. Have a good day. - I love you. Mm-hmm.
No, we're not doing that.
Excuse me?
Connor has been through enough.
He doesn't need to take the fall for this...
- entire debacle. - Oh, I think he does!
He has his position at the club,
and a new girlfriend to think of.
Well, he should have thought about that before he kept
private photos of me.
Administrative error.
He's not a fucking secretary, Diane!
Can we say it isn't you?
What, and claim it's some sort of Photoshop job?
Absolutely not. No-one would ever believe that.
- And we've exhausted all our legal options? - Well, there aren't any.
Well, uh, I think the only sensible way forward
is to maintain a dignified silence.
Please, tell me that you're joking.
I realised that dignity and silence are
two concepts you're not entirely familiar with, but,
clearly it's the best option.
Coming from all your years of media experience?
My money, my rules.
Trust me.
Once everyone's had their fun, this'll all blow over, and,
we can all move on.
- Cheers mate. (LAUGHS) - These photos are insane. He's such a big fat bastard.
What'd I tell you? No more.
Sorry, mate.
It's not about me.
I know that we give each other shit, but we're still a team.
(CHUCKLES) I don't need your protection.
Just trying to help out a friend.
Not that either of you have anything to be ashamed about.
Watch it, mate!
I mean, you're an idiot for keeping them, but...
- Shut the fuck up! - Hey,
what's going on in here?
Nothing.
Nothing, Coach.
Get to the stadium.
Fletcher's out, so we gonna revise our game plan.
Now.
COMMENTATOR: And later on this evening,
bottom of the table, Cockatoos,
take on the undefeated Southern Jets.
If it makes you feel any better,
I also told all of my exes about our new official status.
Ah, oh yeah?
Yeah, yeah, broke a lotta hearts, closed a lotta doors, but, uh,
you know, ultimately, they were both really happy for us.
Nah, I gotta admit though the timing sucks.
There's this kid at school, Samira,
who wants to be a physio
but her parents are applying the pressure to drop out.
- Why? - Money's tight, they want her to get a job.
I was hoping a bit of work experience might
encourage her to stick it out.
Tell her to ditch the deadbeats and do what she wants.
Yeah, well, it's not always that easy
- when you're only seventeen. - Mmm.
I did, look at me now.
Hey, my tits may be on the internet,
but I'm about to launch a big money business venture.
(SIGHS) Anyway,
I'm guessing Dan's not in the mood to help me out right now.
I reckon it's a pretty safe bet.
Why don't you just skip the monkey
and go straight to the organ grinder?
Yes, look, uh,
why don't you bring her in tomorrow?
OK. Well, I'll see what I can do.
(LAUGHS) Not a problem, Paige, I'll see you then. Bye.
- Is she asking for a favour? - Who isn't these days?
(SCOFFS) Ballsy move after injuring one of our key assets.
It's hardly her fault.
OK, see ya later.
- Hey. - Why are you talking to Hayley Fawkner?
- She's doing a profile piece. - On you?
- No, my great-aunt Lily. I think so. - Is that wise?
Sorry, what am I missing? What's happening here?
I just think you should be careful around the tabloids.
- Given everything. - Yeah, I will be.
Seriously? You hate press, you haven't done in years.
- What... what am I missing? - Mrs. Rickards...
Sorry, can I have a second?
Uh, you are?
I'm Nick Siddiqui, I'm the Integrity Operations Manager.
- We might just... - Sure.
Ah, how can I help you Nick?
Are you across the current movements in the betting markets?
Betting markets, no, I'm not much of a gambler I'm afraid.
Well, the odds on the Cockatoos have come in from around $4
to somewhere closer to $1.50.
Hmm, right. They haven't won a game all season, so...
- who's betting against us? - That's what we're trying to find out.
OK, well if there's anything we can do to assist...
Not yet, I just wanted to let you know that our flags have gone up.
I appreciate it.
Enjoy the game. I'll be in touch.
Thanks.
(INDISTINCT BACKGROUND HUBBUB)
Nice, nice.
Why does Integrity think we're up to no good?
What are they sayin'?
There's been a surge of support for the opposition,
so, what don't I know?
- Nothin'. - No, Trav,
I need the facts here, OK? I can't afford to the blindsided by this.
Hey!
I've got as much to lose as you do.
OK.
Just better make sure we win then, 'ey?
For both our sakes.
COMMENTATOR 1: Approaching the end of a scrappy first half,
and the Southern Jets have been less than impressive tonight.
COMMENTATOR 2: Spot on, JB, they're clearly feeling
the absence of young Daniel Fletcher up forward...
and the Cockatoos are growing in confidence.
COMMENTATOR 1: It will be very interesting to see
what untested new coach, Travis Cochrane, does from here.
All right, boys, listen. We've gotta lift our work rate
across the ground. Rusty...
hey, yours have been fantastic, mate, so I'm gonna push you forward,
take a bit of the heat off Flynn, yeah?
- (MURMURS OF CONGRATULATIONS) - So, we're lookin' for the early options, yeah?
Keep them on their toes, keep that positive voice up.
Good communication. Fight it out, all right?!
- (PLAYERS AGREEING AND ENCOURAGING) - Come on!
- Take it to 'em, boys! - Hey, listen...
any time you wanna get your hands on the ball, mate, that'd be great.
COMMENTATOR: And the Southern Jets are in real trouble now.
New star forward, Liam Flynn's
- just been taken off... - Toni is gonna be filthy at school on Monday.
This game is ugly.
Doesn't look too bad to me.
Has he been in touch?
No. So, we can all pretend that he hasn't seen the photos yet
and he remain spoiler-free.
Another consequence of Connor's immense stupidity.
(PHONE CHIMES)
- Screw you Nadia99. - Whoa!
What happened to never read the comments?
Well, I have to track how this dignified silence crap is playing out.
And?
A disaster, obviously.
Holy shit, you weren't joking.
They're getting smashed.
(SIREN SOUNDS)
COMMENTATOR 1: And there it is. What an upset. Cockatoos by 48 points.
An unexpected loss for the Southern Jets,
and they will not be happy with that.
COMMENTATOR 2: They buckled under the pressure,
- and the wheels just came right off. - COMMENTATOR 1: Some lovely work
from absolute powerhouse, Rusty O'Reilly,
but even he couldn't compensate for the lacklustre performance
of captain, Connor Morello.
COMMENTATOR 2: Well, if there's any silver lining to be found here
it's the new signing of Liam Flynn
who really stepped up
and showed why he was given that leadership group role.
- (PHONE RINGING) - Excuse me, please.
Well, it's not all bad.
Rusty's playing out of his skin this season.
Doesn't help if we can't kick a winnable score.
It was always going to be a struggle without Dan.
- Yeah. - Looks like the fun and games are just beginning.
Yeah. I'll work it out.
Speculation is growing that Woods leaked the photos herself
to boost publicity for her swimwear venture, CocoBean.
If I had leaked those photos,
I would have filtered the shit out of them.
At least they mentioned CocoBean.
This is how they get you.
It's not even about the nudity anymore,
it's about the attention-seeking.
I told Diane, I told her that this was not gonna work.
- (PHONE RINGS) - _
OK.
Better get dressed.
It's gonna be a long day!
You have to let me take control here.
It's too late for that.
Obviously, the only way forward is to issue an apology.
For what?
- The naked pictures on the internet! - (TAHLIA SCOFFS)
I sent naked photos
to my husband!
I am literally the only person here who has done nothing wrong.
Your fans may see it that way
- but the average person on the street... - Who gives a fuck what they think?!
Tahlia, who do you think you're selling to?
NagÃ¨ is an international buying group.
Suburban mothers of teenage children
aren't going to get behind a brand associate
with this kind of behaviour.
All you have to say
is that you regret your actions,
it was a lapse in judgement,
and you've learned a valuable lesson.
Or what?
You're a smart girl,
you know how this ends.
Now, I've drafted a little something,
have a look.
See what you think.
Go.
Hey.
Are we paying out extra for the weekend?
- Oh yes. - I'm so sorry,
you know I wouldn't go in if I didn't have to.
- How are you feeling? - I just want to focus on the boys.
Make sure they don't take it to heart.
I really wanna check in with Connor, find out where his head's at.
How are you?
Sucks that you gotta work on the weekend too.
Yes, yes it does, but,
hey, gotta do what we gotta do.
All right, bye everyone.
- ALL: Bye. - (PHONE CHIMES)
_
Hey.
How did they pull up after last night?
Yeah, not bad considering.
Rusty's got a corkie
- but nothing a few ice baths can't fix. - (CHUCKLES)
What's the latest with Integrity?
- Oh, they've tracked the odds... - Mm.
apparently the plunge occurred
somewhere between 2:00 and 4:00 PM yesterday...
before we announced that Dan was out.
- They reckon that's the trigger? - Mm.
He got injured in a park, anyone could have seen him.
Anyone with enough money to disrupt the entire market.
- So, what happens now? - Well, they investigate.
Look for links between bets placed within that window
and anyone who might have game sensitive information.
They're not gonna find anything here.
Nuh.
Well, I hope not.
OK, I don't know how long this is gonna take,
but Georgie does not sleep well in the stroller,
so if you need to bring her back, that's fine.
Just call me, we'll work it out. OK?
- Of course. - Yeah.
Yeah, OK, they're gonna be fine.
You guys have a good day, all right?
Are you right? See you guys.
- See ya, see ya, see ya. - Bye!
- Bye, Mum. - Bye, see ya.
What is wrong with you?
Rus, I hate press,
Maddy was right, this is a terrible idea.
Great, I mean, so cancel it,
I mean no-one's holding a gun to your head.
But, it's the perfect way to get the woman's team issue out there.
Yes.
- It is. - Yeah.
So you don't have to do it all by yourself.
Oh, but grieving widow of a beloved player,
who's gonna say no to that?
Not me.
It's just, opening myself up right now,
after everything...
Yeah, I get it.
I know you do.
How's Shane by the way?
(SIGHS) Taking all the credit for my form this season.
He could be right.
Look,
you just have to ask yourself
is the woman's team really worth it?
Good luck.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
OK.
Welcome to the Southern Jets.
Ah, friend.
- Morning. - Hello, friend.
Oh.
Ooh, this is Samira.
She's gonna be doing work experience with you guys.
Oh, g'day.
Well, uh, I guess I'll be seeing you around. (CHUCKLES) Right.
Come on.
Was that one of the players?
Rus? Yeah, Vice Captain.
Didn't say anything stupid, did I?
I'm pretty sure you didn't say anything at all.
I actually know nothing about football.
I tried to look it up last night after Mr. Schneider rang me,
but I just didn't have any data.
Don't worry about it.
I once mistook the club's president
for a waiter, you'll be fine.
This doesn't look like the place I used to go for my netball injuries.
(PAIGE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
What's it like?
Intense.
Oh, no, don't get me wrong, it's great.
Incredible athletes doing
amazing things, and I made some awesome mates, but,
if you're only here 'cause of the person you're with,
it can be...
hard to hold on to yourself, not get...
swept up in the craziness. Does that make sense?
Yeah, kind of.
Come on, let's finish the tour.
This way.
_
Issue the apology.
OK, so,
the interview will obviously focus on your sporting achievements,
but for this shoot, we thought,
glam might be a fun way to go.
I know you're a new mum, and...
No, Georgie's my second.
I'm very old and very tired.
Rubbish, your skin is luminous.
OK, can... can you not put that in?
- (SCOFFS) - I know what you do, with the whole,
you know, "in her faded jeans and comfy sweater
she emanated an air of down-to-earth beauty".
- Not beautiful, got ya. - No, it's just, I... I,
I'd rather focus on football.
Relax, I promise you, this is going to be fun.
("U WANNA A LITTLE OF THIS" BY RICKI-LEE REMIX PLAYING)
Do you like this? Not happy with skin?
- No, not really. - Not really, OK.
This beautiful...
♪ Just past eleven o'clock ♪
- ♪ Roll up in the club, wanna rock the spot (uh oh) ♪ - No! No, no, no.
- ♪ Girls out, 'bout to bubble it up ♪ - That's very nice.
- ♪ Boys take a look, see what you can't touch (uh oh) ♪ - All right, I do... I do like this. Yeah.
- ♪ Severed jeans and a Prada bag ♪ - That could work.
♪ Six-inch heels, how you liking that? ♪
- ♪ Working it out, he's checking it out ♪ - Uh, not the lip.
♪ I'm knocking 'em down round after round ♪
♪ I can feel the bassline jumping ♪
- ♪ Watch out there's my song ♪ - Good, all right.
- ♪ Ladies, let me see your hands up in the air ♪ - How about...
♪ Ladies, show 'em what you got ♪
♪ Shake it all around, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Hey-yo, you wanna little of this? ♪
♪ You want a little, wanna little of this? ♪
♪ Hey-yo, you wanna little of this? ♪
♪ You want a little, wanna little of this? ♪
- ♪ Once you think you think you got it ♪ - ♪ You can't... you can't touch it ♪
Yeah, let's do a big full lash, OK?
Uh, (CLEARS THROAT) not too much.
- She needs to look classy. - Excuse me?
Instructions from above.
They wanna change your wardrobe too. Have less...
flesh on display.
It's a swimwear range.
How does kowtowing to the man fit with your OG feminism, Diane?
In light of recent events, we've agreed
no questions from the press.
Just a soft ball Q&A with an approved MC,
and no mention of the photographs. All right?
(DIANE EXHALES)
- Oh, uh, hi. - Hey.
You're Paige, right?
- I'm Liam, Dan's housemate. - Yeah, I know who you are.
- That's what I like to hear. - (PAIGE CHUCKLES) Yeah.
You're quite tall, and you out there, and you're a little bit...
No, I'm just gonna...
- OK. - Yeah. Oh!
- Oh, hey. - Hi.
- How are you? - Not great.
Didn't sleep much last night.
- What'd the doctors say? - Six weeks.
- At least. - You'll be back in four.
Ah, yes, Samira, hi. Player, player.
This is Samira, she's doing work experience.
Nice. The teacher come to check up on you?
- Oh, I wish I went to her school. - Yeah, she's from my old place.
Yeah, Mr. Schneider hooked it up.
Brody?
- (SCOFFS) Right. - I'm sorry, I didn't want to bother you,
- so I went to Kath. - No, no, it's fine, it's none of my business.
- I'll catch you at home, yeah? See ya, mate. - Yeah, see ya.
Right, well, it was nice to meet you.
- You good? All good? Good. - Yeah. Yeah, good.
- Oh, Kath. - John.
- You're on your way already? - Yeah, I've got an event to attend.
Well, far be it from me to keep you from your hectic social schedule,
but I thought you might want to have a look at this.
Preliminary info from Integrity.
- Oh. - Happily, they haven't found anything.
- No links? - No players, no staff...
no obvious connections with the club.
(SIGHS) That's good.
Of course, if we'd won, none of this would have been an issue.
It was one game, John.
Against a team your husband beat by 10 goals last season.
Just saying.
Have a good one.
- MADDY: That was really fun. - PAIGE: It was fun.
- MADDY: We should do that again. - PAIGE: Yeah,
combined we're a good team.
- Hey, ladies. - Hello.
Hey, uh, how did it go with Hayley?
Read the papers tomorrow, you'll find out.
OK, whatever is going on between you two can you just save it,
- because we're here to support Tahlia. - Yes, ma'am.
- Yeah. - Do we reckon it's too early for a drink?
- Never. - Great.
- Can I just have a quick word? - Yeah, what's up?
Welcome everyone to the launch of CocoBean!
An exciting new NagÃ¨ International swimwear venture,
from Melbourne's own, Tahlia Woods.
(APPLAUSE)
Thank you.
So, tell us Tahlia, where do you get your inspiration?
Well, you know me Mike, I don't like to play it safe.
But CocoBean was designed to be accessible.
Everyone deserves to have a full Tahlia Woods glamour in their life.
I bet there are a lot of women who wish
they had a body like yours in a one-piece.
Do you know how to get a bikini body, Mike?
You get a bikini and you put it on your body.
(LAUGHS) Love it!
It's not a joke.
I'm really sick of all the shaming.
And on that point, I would like to talk about
the photos that have been in the press of me recently.
Earlier today, I issued an apology for my behaviour.
But I would like to take this opportunity
to formally withdraw that apology.
I'm not sorry...
because I've got nothing to be sorry about.
Those photos were stolen and published without consent,
something that I'm still entitled to,
no matter how famous I or the people I used to sleep with am.
- Hear, hear. - WOMAN: Hear, hear.
And the saddest part is,
is that there are literally hundreds of photos of me out there
taken with my full permission,
so, whoever's getting off on these photos,
it says a lot more about them than it does about me.
WOMAN: Well played.
I may not be every mother's dream role model for their daughter,
but I will not be anyone's punching-bag.
I deserve better.
We all deserve better.
- (APPLAUSE AND CHEERING) - Woo!
MADDY: That was spectacular!
- PAIGE: I'm so proud of you. - KATH: Hey, how'd it go down with the big wigs?
Don't know, don't care at this point.
- Really? - Mm-hmm. I mean, there is a lot that I would do
to close a deal, but selling myself out
- is just not one of them. - Good for you.
Mate, if Georgie grows up to have half your confidence,
- I will be a very proud mum. - Well,
not the line I would have taken, but,
the retail team seems to think it played well.
If you're trying to offer an apology,
I've got one that I don't need anymore.
Don't push it.
Monday, 10:00 AM, head office.
We've got a lot of work to do.
Make it 11:00...
I feel like a lie-in.
- Go and get a drink. - (SIGHS)
(LAUGHING)
- No, no, no homework. - No, no, you have to see this.
(SIGHS)
Question:
should we be concerned about how into weaponry our kids are?
I've made a mistake.
Huh, it's foam ammo,
- I think we'll be fine. - No, Trav,
I've really fucked up.
OK, uh...
whatever it is,
we can fix it.
It's too late, it's already done.
- Yesterday, when you called about Dan, - Mm.
I was with a colleague.
OK.
Today, Kath got a list of all the people who'd placed large bets
against the Southern Jets before the team was announced.
His name was on it.
Maybe, it... it's a coincidence.
One injury's a lot to stake everything on.
That's not all.
He was at the President's Lunch last month.
- Why? - I invited him.
Why?
Um, he's an old law school friend. We were having
trouble finding a time to catch up, I just thought I would...
multitask.
He spoke to a lot of people.
Fucking hell, Maddy.
Where are you going?
I gotta make some calls.
Next time I get the good sleeper and you get Mr Demando,
who wants four stories.
Deal.
What are you doin'?
Hayley sent over the proofs from this morning.
And?
You look amazing.
What, you don't like 'em?
I don't like this.
"Despite her obvious passion for women's sports,
Davies is reluctant to discuss her daughter, Georgie,
born barely nine months after her husband's tragic death."
Rusty, she's fishing.
RUSTY: About Jack not being the father.
JESSIE: I gotta shut this down.
RUSTY: Where's Kath when you need her?
Be careful.
Mate, what are you doin' on your phone?
I'm buyin' a present for Diane.
Post-feminism for Dummies.
(BOTH LAUGH)
- Uh-oh. - What?
Oh, ah.
- Subtle, nice. - (PAIGE CLEARS THROAT)
- Hey. - TAHLIA: Hi.
- I hear congratulations are in order. - Thank you.
I'm also accepting champagne and expensive gifts.
- Do you wanna grab a drink? - Mm-hm.
- (CLICKS TONGUE) - Yeah.
- DAN: Thanks. - PAIGE: Cheers.
This place's pretty cool.
Yeah, yeah, fancy,
- like Tahlia. - Hmm.
Hey, we didn't... we didn't follow you here or anything,
- I... Liam knows Tehir, the owner, so I just... - Oh, accidental run-in, yeah, got it, so fine.
I'm sorry about, the... before.
Oh, no, don't be.
- I shouldn't have... - No, let me finish.
Uh...
I think I need a bit of space.
From me?
I mean, we... we keep trying to pretend that nothing's changed...
but, it has Paige,
it really has...
and, I need to work out what all this looks like
without you.
(GASPS) Um...
- but I'm still here. - I know. I know.
So, when do I get to take you to Tehir's other place?
You know I've got my own connections
and yours don't impress me.
I'm just a guy sitting in front of a girl
- asking her to dinner. - Bullshit.
OK then, what's it's gonna take?
For you? A miracle.
- Oh, I can make that happen. - I don't think you can.
Don't... pretend that there's not a vibe here.
I've got one word for ya.
- Yeah? - Boundaries.
- Is this about the photos? - It's about a lot of things.
But all you need to know is that my window is not open
and my light is not on.
So, move along, bud.
- Hey, do you wanna take off? - Yes, of course, mate.
Enjoy the rest of your night.
- TAHLIA: All right? - Mm.
Oh, babe.
I said I was sorry.
You didn't, actually.
Well, I am.
- Obviously. - Are you?
Yes, of course I am.
Please, honey, I feel stupid enough as it is.
You're not stupid.
Thank you.
Which is exactly why Th... this is so... frustrating.
You tell me nothing about what goes on at work.
I can't.
'Cause it's important, right?
Confidentiality.
I thought he was my friend.
Thought you were my wife.
- (SCOFFS) - Let's just go to sleep.
(SIGHS)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
_
Bob, hi.
Yes.
Yes, I'm... reading it right now.
Hey?
Think I'm gonna go see Dan.
- Bad call? - Terrible call.
- He literally begged you to leave him alone. - Yeah, I know, but,
he's hurt, he's alone and I just... I wanna make sure he's OK.
Uh, I'll give you a hot tip: he's not.
He's got a little broken heart inside those little broken ribs,
and you going over there is not gonna make things better.
- (DOORBELL RINGS) - (PHONE CHIMES)
- (PHONE VIBRATES) - Oh, shit.
- OK, I'm gonna go. - (DOORBELL RINGS)
- Paige! - I'm taking the car. Thank you, love you. Bye.
- Hey. - Hi.
Something I said.
Where do you want me to begin?
I would have called, but...
- you wouldn't have answered. - Good intuition. What do you want?
To apologise.
- You've already done that. - Properly.
I've been so busy defending myself to the club...
to Mum,
Annabelle,
the one person I can't do that to is you.
There is no defence.
I should have deleted these photos.
Yes,
yes, you should have.
I'm sorry.
Thank you...
and get out of my house.
(CHUCKLES)
- Tea, coffee? - No, no, I'm not gonna stay,
I just wanted to let you know,
that the board has agreed to hold a membership vote
on whether we have our woman's team or not.
You won.
(KATH LAUGHS)
Well, not yet.
Uh, no, you keep fighting like you have and you will.
Kath...
- What is it? - You were right,
about Hayley.
She put in all this stuff about Georgie and Jack
and the timing of Georgie and Jack.
Hey? Didn't read that bit.
'Cause I called her and asked her to take it out.
But she agreed?
She did once I told her why.
(SIGHS) Oh, Jess.
So I guess,
- that's out there now. - I'll call her.
I can lean on the publisher. I can make sure at least
- that Georgie's paternity stays off the record... - No.
I mean, it's not in the article
so maybe I appealed to her sense of ethical journalism,
but either way,
it's time.
I mean, I do hope this doesn't get in the way
- of me smashing this vote. - Oh you? Pfft, never.
You sure I can't tempt you about that cuppa?
- No, I'm gonna get out of your hair. Oh. - (GEORGIE CRIES)
- Jess. - Hmm?
Come here.
You look after yourself, OK?
Thank you.
Did you do what I think you did?
Hello to you too.
Did you use information that I gave you
to bet against the Southern Jets?
Yes, I did.
(CLICKS LIPS) But, it was still a gamble.
Nobody through the game, club won't get in any trouble.
- So, that's all right then? - Who did I hurt? Some...
overpaid bookies profiting off the backs of the simple working man?
- (GASPS) Don't you give me that! - I need the money, Maddy.
What for?
I left my marriage with nothing, all right? The house,
- the car, it's all with Steph now. - Well, that doesn't give you a free pass.
You're a barrister, for God's sake.
- I'm in debt, a lot of it. - Well then sort your shit out,
but don't use me to do it.
What are you gonna do?
Tell Integrity.
Expect a call.
But not from me, you are off this case
and I will make it my personal mission
to make sure no-one from this firm ever works with you again.
("BRING ME HOME" BY G FLIP PLAYING)
♪ I've never had clouds ♪
- ♪ Follow me each day ♪ - Time.
- Come on... Ooh... - (PHONE RINGS)
- ... guys - (PHONE RINGS)
Hey, Steve. It's work.
No, what can I do for you mate?
♪ Everything's changed and now I'm not okay ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♪
- ♪ I am falling apart ♪ - ♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♪
- ♪ Now I'm scared of the dark ♪ - ♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♪
- ♪ All I can hear is my heart ♪ - ♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Woo-ooh, ooh-ooh ♪
♪ I need you to bring me home ♪
♪ My life is out of control ♪
♪ I need you to bring me home ♪
♪ Yeah, I know, yeah, I know ♪
♪ This ain't forever ♪
♪ Yeah, I know, yeah, I know, I will get better ♪
♪ If I go, if I go and lose it ever ♪
♪ I'll need you to bring me home ♪
Samira!
Yeah, you forgot this.
- Isn't she a goddess? - Mum, stop.
Can't we just have a clean slate? We could have some fun.
I'll find a hotel,
- get some of my stuff out of your way. - Makes sense.
You revealed details of your husband's work. Is that unusual?
If that journo prints what you said then everything comes out
about you, Georgie,
maybe even Jack.
If this blows up in my face,
at least I did it to myself.
- What the fuck did you say? - Come on, Connor. Come on.
Oi! Hey!
There has been some behaviour lately
that is not in the spirit of this football club.
I think you should stop spending so much time with him.
Are you serious? Who the fuck are you
to tell me who I can be mates with?
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