01x01 - Episode 1

[bunniefuu]

(atmospheric music)

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This sees you down on the canvas

and the count is ten.

Yes?

Well?

Yes.

You ruined yourself.

I just

moved it along,

so no more crying corruption

or the original goes public.

Must make you a very proud

parent.

And you can stop

screwing my wife.

♪

(beeps)

(faint whispers)

(woman) What did he do?

If you'd rather not

I'll wait to hear from you.

I hope I hear from you.

You won't.

(tense music)

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(grunts)

(sighs)

♪

(beeping)

♪

(exhales sharply)

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(tense music builds)

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(g*nsh*t)

(traffic noise)

(children chatter)

(soft piano music)

Whoa!

Pass me the bucket.

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Careful, careful, careful!

(man) Hey, Mum.

- What time can I expect you?

- Don't.

Dinner with Marti.

- (gasps)

- (chuckles softly)

Tonight! Aww!

Can you afford this?

Oh, trust you.

It's beautiful.

You've got a change of clothes?

Gear's in the rear.

- Good luck.

- I don't need it!

(woman laughs)

(chuckles)

(chatter and laughter)

So, I wanna thank Cliff and Deb

for having Martina.

- We couldn't be here without you.

- (man) Good on ya, Cliff.

And thanks to all of you

for coming to celebrate.

You're on notice.

You've got nine months to save

because the wedding registry's

gonna be fierce.

-(Laughter)

-And wish me luck off the rookie

list.

Marti will be marrying

a premiership winner

come Christmas.

- Eh, coach?

- Think positive.

The perfect WAG, me?

- The waggest.

- (chuckles)

And, uh, one last thing.

Dad.

If you're watching

my lady's cut from the same

cloth as yours.

- (crowd) Aww.

- (man) Sweet.

To Mum, to Marti,

to the lot of us.

- Cheers!

- (all) Cheers!

(applause)

(man) Whoo! Yeah!

(men cheer and shout)

♪

Turn around.

One more turn. You ready?

(child) Go!

(cheering)

(men shout)

Come on, let's go!

Hey, here! Yeah!

(music builds)

Coach: They'll know tomorrow.

Coach: They're gonna wanna run

a few more tests. Yep.

Yeah. Listen, I'll call you

back.

OK, bye.

It was one of those

freak things.

They weren't even going hard.

- How is he?

- He's making sense.

He's fine.

They wanna keep him overnight.

He was unconscious?

Not for long.

But he was.

We both know what that means.

(sighs)

Don't fuss. Hey.

- Do you feel OK?

- Fine.

- Do you want me to?

- No, you're alright.

It's no big deal, Mum.

You heard the team doctors last

time.

- They'll give me another chance.

- One more.

That's it.

I don't like thinking about it

any more than you do.

It's my life.

It's your fifth concussion.

Yeah, but he's OK.

You have to prepare yourself.

They'll give him another chance

if he asks.

And they probably won't.

They have a duty of care.

No game is worth dying for.

I'm sorry.

This is perverse.

- Phillip, please.

- It's politic.

We could just drive on.

And fuel gossip?

(door opens)

No.

Our condolences.

You ruined him.

He took me on.

Half his friends aren't coming,

given the circumstances.

You're certainly not welcome

here. Nor you.

We all know what he was like,

but if it helps to make us

scapegoats.

Georgia.

You'll do what you like,

whatever I say.

Perceptive girl.

Credit to you.

Phillip insisted.

You were just last in a very

long line.

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Gareth Konig

was my friend of long-standing.

I grieve from a deeply personal

place.

Sharing that grief

with the even greater grief

of his wife, Rebecca,

and his daughter, Georgia.

Let us not ignore, however,

(phone buzzes)

the thought, foremost in all our

minds,

that this righteous man

committed an unrighteous act.

And that, sadly, brings us here

today.

(message tone)

It's not my place to judge,

it's not my place to accuse.

I'm simply here to share

our sorrow

for the loss of the righteous.

And righteousness can be

swamped.

The sturdiest vessel

can be overcome by a wave

larger and more powerful

than it can breach.

It was a powerful wave

that drove Gareth Konig

onto the rocks.

We must recognise

that to understand

the fearful choice he made.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

(organ plays in background)

Bishop Welles.

You worship at St Andrews

I believe, Mr Walford.

Mm.

My nod to God.

Expansive eulogy.

You don't screw with a major

benefactor.

Pull donations

from all of their charities.

I'll see the Archbishop knows why.

Georgia has something.

- Shame she's a sl*t.

- Don't.

Tell her I'm grateful.

- Give her the boot.

- I like her.

Tough.

No calls.

Meet me at the hotel.

As soon as you can get away.

(Georgia) It was worth retrieving.

Are you sure you can trust the

diver?

Yes.

Who was it?

An old friend. We're safe.

For my personal collection.

It's done its job.

Could fall into the wrong hands

just as easily as it did Dad's.

I'll get the original when

I can.

He wants me to drop you.

I did it for you.

It's what you did.

As long as I still have you.

Let's celebrate.

Not standard mourning.

Who's mourning?

You make the pain.

I dull it.

What was I meant to do?

Not force that on her.

Her husband's dead.

You think she's been

in and out of rehab

because they were happy?

Saint Gareth's either an act,

or she's delusional.

You too, if you think

he wasn't using you.

He wasn't.

He has a track record

for way younger than you.

Huh?

He strip-mined you

for things to use against me.

Go on, take another belt.

Face it.

When you saw him

before he shot himself,

what did you say?

You spoke to him after.

What did he say?

That it was over.

I helped him face certain

unpalatable truths.

About the business?

But he was handling that.

What else?

There must have been something

else, some other reason.

Are you responsible?

You are.

Goodnight.

A man died, Phillip!

Whatever he did,

he shot himself because of you.

He was weak.

You must feel something!

You are pissed.

(groans)

- (groans) Ah!

- Phillip?

(Phillip splutters)

(groans)

(tense music builds)

(monitors beep)

We won't know the full impact

of the arrest

until we stop sedation.

It's nearly a day.

Well, we've fixed the blocked

artery.

Although we need to see how much

damage has been done

to the heart.

- And we need to assess brain damage.

- Is that likely?

Well, with cardiac arrest, it's

possible.

We'll know when we stop

sedation.

He's alive because you know CPR.

Ambulance!

Do it!

And his prognosis?

Well, he's survived.

But as to the quality of life

going forward

He may not remember.

He'll make your life hell

if he does.

It already is.

Why do you think I just sat

there?

I thought of Gareth.

And all the others he's

destroyed.

- Gareth was playing you.

- I can't do this.

It'd all be yours if you'd just

sat down next to me.

You'd never have forgiven

yourself.

Did it for you.

It's the one sin I could have

lived with.

But thank you.

(sighs)

(atmospheric music)

(woman) I know it's not cool

for your mother to hover, but

thought you might need her.

The long-term injury list is not

delisted.

They'll reassess you next year.

That locker's still yours.

But none of this belongs in

there unless I play again.

This isn't you.

Come here.

You're not defeatist.

Damned if I know what is me.

This was most of me.

Marti must be wondering

who she's gonna marry now.

A man she doesn't have to worry

won't come home

every time he

goes to work.

Pick up a course, study.

I'm defeatist?

Studying's a total admission

that I need a new future.

I didn't think, I didn't think.

Find something that occupies

you.

- You'll go crazy otherwise.

- (scoffs)

Go?

Gone.

Danny

(Danny sighs)

I'll fill the year somehow.

(monitors beep)

I'm Julian Lee.

I'm a cardiologist, Mr Walford.

You've been in an induced coma.

Rest assured,

we are doing the best for you.

(mumbles) You bloody well better.

"You bloody well better."

Good. Let's channel that fire

into your recovery.

Cate.

Your wife's been very worried

about you.

(mumbles) Tell her I remember.

Tell her

that I remember.

Uhh!

(heavy breathing)

( Georgia exhales) Ahh.

Ahh.

(laughs)

I think he's nearly up

to handling the argument.

Dad. Now he's home.

About?

Well, that it's serious.

I've got a mother who would k*ll

him if she could

and he, for obvious reasons,

thinks I'm a wh*re.

And deceit's an aphrodisiac.

Unique.

Which is why you're still here.

Bloody hell, Jones.

No patient of mine sees his

specialist

with the sheets like that.

I'll see him how I like.

Just a tick, Mr Lee.

Take your time.

You're enjoying this.

The rate you've gone through

nurses,

I'm glad we've finally found one

that won't take your crap.

- Do you need me?

- No, piss off.

I wasn't asking you.

I'm right for now.

Good luck.

You too.

Well?

- (knock at door)

- Yes?

He's here.

I notice you've noticed.

- I'm sorry?

- Our Mr Lee.

Just 'cause you're married

doesn't mean you're blind.

What's the best I can expect?

Like this?

I certainly don't see you

returning to full capacity.

Ever?

The arrest did considerable

damage.

(quietly) Oh, God. (Sighs)

What about a transplant?

A healthy, new heart?

You're getting way ahead.

I'm not a man who waits.

It's hardly a month.

Yeah, well, would it get me

back on form?

You're better off

with what you've got.

Unless you deteriorate.

If I do?

It's far too soon

to be talking about this.

I'd replace part in my car,

why not in myself?

Put me in the queue.

This is ridiculously premature.

Well, I'm a liability to the

share price like this.

Ten million.

- (scoffs)

- For cardiac research.

You can't buy your way

onto the transplant list.

You won't be listed till you

need one.

Why wait to wait? Twenty.

- Mr Walford

- A whole new cardiac wing.

Naming rights, of course.

You don't seem to understand.

Make it happen!

(sighs)

Bad news, I assume?

He refuses to accept certain

realities.

- I know you're doing your best.

- Hm.

This last month,

I don't know what I would have

done without you.

Would it be wrong to ask to see

you

away from here?

A drink couldn't hurt.

- I'd like that.

- (exhales softly)

It is wrong.

But

I'll be in touch.

(clears throat)

See nothing, charge nothing.

You've been summoned.

Shut the door.

- You want him.

- Phillip

Handsome, caring, smooth - your

type. Of course you do.

He needs persuading.

How about making up for

watching me die?

- Chocolate!

- Chocolate! (Laughs)

I'll keep an eye out for that.

Excuse me.

Ha-ha! Mm!

How are you this morning,

Carrie?

I did a painting.

Did you? I hope you brought it

to show us.

How about later?

For everyone, hm?

- In you go.

- Be a good girl.

- Have you got a moment?

- Yeah.

I'm worried too.

I know you've said he can come

to you.

I can't force him.

How's Martina?

Trying hard.

He's not the man who proposed.

It's a long time to bunker.

I've exhausted my tricks.

The coach routine?

Couldn't hurt.

I'll give it a go.

(sighs)

Thank you.

(Danny) I don't see the point.

(coach) You can't keep going

the way you are.

In the middle.

Close your eyes.

Do it!

Now, what do you hear?

Closed.

Listen.

(birdsong)

What?

Well?

What do you reckon?

Crowd.

And when did you hear it last?

In your mind?

- Last night.

- Where?

I lie in bed every night

and imagine

what it would have been like.

I know.

You know how?

I fed off that roar.

Your dad did too.

And we lived it.

It validated us and it's gone,

so I get it.

And it eats you away

unless you find something

to replace it.

Now, I found coaching.

Your dad, being a dad.

What about you?

I can't think past a clean bill

of health next year.

- What if there's not one, Danny?

- That's what's doing my head in.

You're dragging everyone down

with you.

You miss the cheers, you find

new ones.

They're there if you listen, mm?

From your mum. Martina, Bella.

Your mates giving a stuff.

From people who matter.

Not some faceless crowd.

I know which I'd value more.

Close your eyes.

- Listen.

- What?

Go on. Do it.

Nothing.

Now, that's a start.

Now, fill the silence, Danny.

Only you can figure how.

(soft, sombre guitar music)

(TV plays in background)

Sweetheart.

Thanks.

For hanging in there.

Both of you.

(Newsreader) The young tourist

walked too close to the edge

of the cliff when he fell.

The man, in his twenties,

is currently being kept alive

on life support.

It is not yet known

if he will make a recovery,

although reports are far from

optimistic.

This isn't the first serious

accident to happen

at the popular tourism site.

A barrier wall will be erected

to prevent any further

accidents.

Another idiot tourist taking

selfies?

They see tragedy, I see hope.

That could be my heart.

(laughs) No!

The full Trump!

- Right on your?

- Yep!

- Right between the?

- Total p*ssy grab.

And he was 90 not out!

(women continue laughing)

The old "she's a nurse, she's a

goer" syndrome.

- Business done, Bart?

- Yeah.

Took eight months

to get to my smuttier tales.

I'll settle in for the night.

How is he?

Obsessively channel surfing for

carnage.

Oh, it's such a ghoulish habit.

Makes sense when time's running

out.

She's never admitted that

before.

Well, he's deteriorating

faster than expected.

He's actually earned his place

on the list.

Not that you minded using your

charms to persuade Julian.

(sighs) Don't.

Phillip only has himself to

blame.

The Mata Hari of the transplant

list.

- Drink?

- No.

Would have happened anyway.

Who am I kidding?

Honesty? Refreshing!

If Phillip would just show

a drop of humanity

in his suffering

- If he did?

- ..I might find some of my own.

I won't be in for dinner.

See you in the morning.

Don't judge me.

I worry for you.

Only one more, yeah?

Yeah.

One thing you can count on -

more death and disaster

tomorrow.

Yes. Another tourist's on life

support.

Young, fit.

Ripe for the harvest.

You're the only one who gets it,

Sandra.

As predatory as "it" is.

One night.

Soon.

Don't lie there waiting for the

call.

It's time better spent sleeping.

No, no, leave it.

(electronic music thumps)

(laughs) You made it!

I feel like Methuselah.

- Come on.

- I'll get a drink.

- We are such a cliche.

- (Martina) Huh?

The girls watch a tearjerker

while the groom

has his last night of,

quote-unquote, "freedom".

Stops Martina worrying

about what he's up to.

- She's not one to talk.

- Bella.

You didn't see her on her hen's

night.

Ah, what happens at the Cross

stays at the Cross, thank you.

- (Bella chuckles wryly)

- Tell.

No.

I'm a mother, not a nun.

So, Sophia,

what did you get up to

on your hen's night then, huh?

What happens in Dubbo stays in

Dubbo.

- (Bella) Ooh!

- Dubbo? (Laughs)

Dubbo!

(music thumps)

Could I get a beer schooner

please?

- Old man.

- Don't you start!

Hey. Watch him.

He's alright.

- Oi! Piss off!

- Whoa, easy bro!

(arguing in background)

Hey!

(woman) What are you doing?

(echoes) Danny!

(high-pitched ringing)

(romantic music from TV)

(tearfully) Uh!

Never fails. (Chuckles)

(phone rings)

- Timing.

- Keep watching.

(clears throat)

This better be good.

(Sophia sobs)

No.

No.

(message tone)

(tense music builds)

You're distracted.

You could make sure, you know.

What?

If it keeps dragging on.

Slip him something.

Toy with his meds.

Put everyone out of their

misery.

Don't even joke.

You've thought about it,

you know you have.

There's a long way

between thought and deed.

Not always.

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 a massive internal

haemorrhage, sweetheart.

We can continue to delay,

if you wish.

(Martina inhales sharply)

It's not what he'd want.

Please, please.

He wouldn't wanna linger.

He always loved helping people.

And it will.

It's his living memorial.

The paperwork's ready.

We'll proceed when you are.

(Martina cries)

Have all the time you need for

goodbyes.

Then we'll take him.

(soft piano music)

(Martina sobs loudly)

It's like they said.

There's no hope.

He's being prepared for organ

donation.

Marti?

She's accepted. She needs you.

- Thanks, mate.

- Come on. Thank you.

That's it?

They're saying their goodbyes.

- You OK?

- No.

But Sophia would want you

to pay your respects.

Then let the team know

and we'll gather tomorrow.

- OK, coach.

- 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.

(Martina cries)

Goodnight, my darling.

(phone ringing)