Turns out, I'm Jack's
daughter after all.
Come on, sweetheart.
- Wait, why are we...
- Let's go.
And now, my own daughter
would rather spend time with...
- With what?
- With someone who has
no business being in this family.
You lied. You tried to get rid of Billie.
I want to be a better person.
How can I, with a mother like you?
- Did you send those pills?
- One week's supply.
One week? What am I
supposed to do after that?
You know what the next step is.
You told Billie?
You've been giving Billie and me
a hard time for weeks now, Susan.
And you've been staying
at our hotel for free.
I'm with Jamie.
Maybe you better get used to it.
As we've had to for all his
other gold-digger girlfriends.
I'm Billie Carter.
I'm Eddie, and you're gonna be huge.
(GRUNTS)
- Bloody hell!
- I'm sorry.
- Watch where you're going!
- Look, I'm sick of fellas like you!
I think the record
company wants to sign me.
We have a meeting tomorrow.
Mr Laurent, this is Billie Carter.
She's a part owner in the hotel.
Then, I'm out of here.
You can cancel the booking.
What have you done?
I ran into that fella on the street.
He was rude to me, so I growled at him.
You growled at him? Do you have
any idea what you've done?
What's going on?
It would appear that Billie
has insulted one of our guests.
It's Marc Laurent.
- He's booked out an entire level.
- Oh, not the app guy?
The inventor of Clever Couple.
Now, he'll be telling every
media outlet he can find
that he's not staying
at the Norton Hotel
because one of the owners
insulted him on the street.
- I didn't realise that's...
- All the money this will cost us,
all the bad publicity,
but she doesn't realise.
I'll go and apologise.
You know she's only gonna make it worse.
No, the team need to finish that code.
- The release date can't be moved.
- Excuse me.
Just wait, will you? Not you.
We're not releasing patches later, okay?
- It has to be perfect today.
- Mr Laurent.
- Laurent.
- I just want to apologise.
- I'm really sorry.
- No, you're not.
- What?
- You're not sorry.
You're embarrassed.
You didn't expect to see me again
and now that I'm important,
you'll say anything.
I'm not. I'm... I shouldn't have
- yelled at you on the street.
- Yeah?
No, we canned that algorithm weeks ago.
I am sorry.
I'm trying to apologise here.
I could write a program
with more feeling. Yeah. No.
- I just want to say...
- Don't bother.
Where do you get off being such a knob?
There you are, not actually sorry.
So that went well.
Booking's already down this month,
but it's the PR thing
that's gonna k*ll us.
I'm sorry.
Okay, we need to get onto his PR person,
try to convince them to keep this quiet.
I'll offer then a complimentary night.
I could go back, try again?
- BOTH: No!
- Yeah, it's pretty dumb.
Probably best just to leave it for now.
We need to recoup the costs.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
♪ Welcome, strangers, to the show ♪
♪ I'm the one who should be lying low ♪
♪ Saw the knives out, turned my back ♪
♪ Heard the train coming,
stayed out on the track ♪
♪ In the middle, in the middle,
in the middle of a dream ♪
♪ I lost my shirt, I pawned my rings ♪
♪ I've done all the dumb things ♪
♪ Well, I melted wax to fix my wings ♪
♪ I've done all the dumb things ♪
♪ I threw my hat into the ring ♪
♪ I've done all the dumb things ♪
♪ Well, I thought that
I just had to sing ♪
♪ I've done all the dumb things ♪
Whoo!
I have to figure out a way
to spin the negative press
that's gonna come our way.
Where's that file?
Thank you.
- How's Billie?
- Susan gave her a pretty hard time.
Yeah, of course she did. (SCOFFS)
Listen, I'm gonna have to
spend the next few hours
making phone calls. I know we
said we'd have dinner, but...
Oh, that's fine, darling.
You go save the day.
Make sure you order room service.
Go for broke.
(DOOR OPENS)
(SIGHS)
- Morning.
- Morning.
- Hey, Bill.
- Hey.
- I heard.
- (SCOFFS)
I've been part owner
for one day and already,
I'm costing the hotel thousands.
For you to call him out,
he must've really deserved it.
Who is this bloke, anyway?
Name's Marc Laurent.
He invented some app
called Clever Couple.
(SCOFFS) Oh.
Wait, you know it?
You and your squeeze
punch in your favourite things,
your schedule, your profile.
It's for managing
the perfect relationship.
(SCOFFS)
Don't think I'll ever
be needing that, then.
- I might.
- What? What are you talking about?
I ran into Susan earlier.
- She called me a gold-digger.
- (SIGHS) You wait till I see her.
- No, you can't say anything.
- Oh, yes. I will.
No, you won't.
She's got a point.
Jamie's cashed up. I'm not.
I don't have a job.
I'm living off room service
and I'm staying at his place.
Yeah, it's my place, too.
Just promise me,
you won't tell Susan or Jamie.
All right, but he should know.
(SIGHS) Guess the honeymoon's over.
(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)
There she is, public enemy number one.
- So funny.
- Who are you trying to avoid?
_
- Mmm.
- Doesn't matter, anyway.
You can't divorce your mum in
Australia. It's an American thing.
I just wish she was different.
I agree. She's a bit
high-maintenance, but...
Understatement.
- She's Susan.
- She only cares about herself.
That's not true.
She's... she cares about you.
- You think?
- She's grieving. We all are.
- Just give it time, Harri.
- (SIGHS)
It'll get better.
(HUMMING IN TUNE)
That record company
thing tomorrow, right?
Don't you let that sook
of a guest put you off.
(CLICKS TONGUE) I messed up.
- Well, can't you blame someone else?
- Just me and my big mouth.
Yeah, well, you tell
me off all the time.
I never think twice about it.
(CHUCKLES)
- Come over here and play.
- Nah.
Come on. I'll take your mind off it.
(SIGHS)
Snap! (LAUGHS)
(SIGHS)
Anyway, I was thinking...
Mmm, here's trouble.
I'm on a wage now. It's a Norton
thing, part of being an owner.
I want to set you up with an
account and do a weekly transfer.
- Ahh, Bill.
- No, Dad.
I want to look after you.
God, you're good to me.
- Snap.
- Mmm!
(BOAT HORN BLARING)
- Good morning.
- Good morning, sir.
- Thanks, Sarah.
- You're welcome. Enjoy.
I hope you're hungry.
I'm happy with vegemite toast.
You know, I don't need
this every morning.
Yeah, but if you can have it, why not?
I want to get a job.
- Cool.
- And I want to move out.
Don't... Things are great with us.
I just need my own place.
Because?
Well, I want to move out and get
a job because things are great.
I want them to keep being great.
And they will be...
If I move out and get a job.
See? Simple.
So this is you taking things slowly?
- Yes, so it lasts.
- So, I should be flattered?
Damn straight, you should be flattered.
It's got to be equal between us.
You could always buy the toast.
(LAUGHS)
- Are we okay?
- Sure.
What do you reckon about this?
Kid, you could wear a garbage
bag, it wouldn't matter.
Your voice will knock their socks off.
As long as I don't stuff this up, too.
Oh, Bill.
(PHONE PINGS)
_
Got to go.
Just take a seat, Billie.
Well, now that you're all here.
I know I've said this before, but
I'm really sorry about Marc Laurent.
You were saying?
An offer's come in to buy the hotel.
(LAUGHS)
- Not Andrew Weston again?
- Power-hungry prick.
Four offers and Dad rejected
them all. Why does he even bother?
Well, your father's no longer
in charge and the Westons
doubled the offer.
He wants an answer in hours.
Wait, are you thinking of selling?
While it's an impressive offer,
- our position hasn't changed.
- Absolutely.
- So, if we're all agreed?
- I want to sell.
Harriet, you're a minor.
I vote in your place.
- I want to sell, Susan.
- You get to vote when you're .
- You're not listening to me.
- Not now, darling.
No, I want to sell. I don't
want you in my life anymore.
And I will not be manipulated
by your bad behaviour.
I know how we solve this.
Harriet wants to sell. I don't.
- Me neither.
- Sorry, Harri.
Majority decision.
Aren't you even gonna ask Billie?
No further discussion needed.
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello, Chris here.
- Yes.
- (DOOR OPENS)
Oh, okay.
- You okay?
- Why don't we sell?
None of us want to be stuck in
this stupid family, anyway.
I do. This place is our only
connection with our father.
I don't want to lose that.
What? You're kidding! Now?
(SIGHS) Right.
Thanks for letting me know.
That was reception.
Mr Laurent is leaving.
- Mr Laurent. Mr Laurent, please!
- Oh, for God's sake.
Until I've made a proper apology.
Ladies and gentlemen,
can I please have your attention?
- Yes, you, walking the dog.
- Do we have to do this?
Yesterday, I yelled
at this man in public.
I just had some bad news.
I went to go see this big music guy.
Anyway, that doesn't
excuse my behaviour.
I know who you are now, but
that's not what matters.
Nobody should be spoken to that
way, no matter who they are.
So, I, Billie Carter,
publicly apologise to you.
I was wrong and I'm truly sorry.
You're very kind, Mr Laurent,
and we are incredibly grateful.
- We promise, you won't regret it.
- Sure. I have one condition, though.
This woman stays out of my way.
- Excellent, then we're all agreed.
- Let's go.
- Phew, nice job.
- Well done, Bill.
I guess public spectacles
are part of our brand now.
Girl, you've got no shame.
That was the idea. Embarrass myself
- like I embarrassed him.
- Good job. It worked.
Well, I don't know if I could've
faced Chris and Jamie, if it didn't.
I told Jamie I want to pay my
own way, get a job and move out.
- How did he take it?
- He'll come around.
Get a move on. You're gonna be late.
(BOTTLES CLINKING)
- Couple of travellers.
- Dad?
I'm gonna head back
to Walperinga for a spell.
What for?
Well, see a few mates,
make sure no-one's missed me.
I'll be back before you know it.
Would you check in on my mum
while you're there?
- Yeah.
- Well, do you have to go right now?
The train's not gonna wait, mate.
Hey, don't get that drop lip, all right?
You can take this place
by storm without me.
Well, you'll be back soon. Yeah?
Wild horses wouldn't
drag me away. Love ya.
Love you.
- See ya.
- See ya.
- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Typical Dad.
- Bill, meeting.
- Yeah.
(PANTING)
Billie Carter.
- I've been waiting.
- I'm sorry. I had some family things.
It's all good. It's already forgotten.
So, I've been writing some songs and...
Slow down. There are more important
things to work out first,
like who you are and why do you matter?
- Uh...
- What makes you so special?
- Um...
- Why is your voice any better
than all the other talent
clamouring outside this door?
Hmm.
What can you give me that no
other singer in this country can?
Sorry, I'm not sure.
Don't sweat it.
That's what we're gonna find out.
Come on, get a move on.
Time to test just how
good those vocals of yours are.
I want you to match the notes I play.
♪ Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da ♪
Good. A lot of people
can hit those notes.
What about this?
♪ Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da ♪
So what else can you give me?
Well, play this.
♪ Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da ♪
So what's so special about you?
Anything?
♪ What you want ♪
♪ Baby, I got it ♪
♪ What you need ♪
♪ Do you know I got it ♪
♪ All I'm asking is for
a little respect ♪
What are you waiting for? Play it.
♪ I ain't gonna do you
wrong while you're gone ♪
♪ Ain't gonna do you wrong,
'cause I don't wanna ♪
♪ All I'm asking ♪
♪ R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out
what it means to me ♪
♪ R-E-S-P-E-C-T, take care, TCB ♪
♪ Oh! Hey, baby ♪
♪ Give it to me ♪
♪ Oh, yeah, baby! ♪
Touché.
Yes, I'm enquiring about
the bartending position?
Oh, well. It's still on the website.
Okay, thank you. Bye.
No luck?
Everything is either recruitment
agencies or it's already filled.
You know, there's no rush in any of this.
You could always work here.
Thank you,
but I need to sort this on my own.
All right.
I got to head back down to the dungeon.
(SIGHS)
- Jamie, have you see Harriet?
- Not since our meeting.
Susan, I think Harri's feeling ignored.
Maybe if you
showed her some attention...
Thanks, Jamie. I don't need any help.
Good chat.
_
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Darling, please don't go.
I hate it when we fight.
About the hotel or about the DNA test?
All of it.
Some things should
be kept just between us.
(SCOFFS) Except, we never talk,
not properly.
You're too busy making excuses
and finding a way
to blame everyone, but yourself.
I don't mean to.
I want to go here.
They accept mid-semester enrolments.
- Boarding school?
- They have all the subjects I want.
It's not normal for a
teenager to grow up in a hotel.
You want to leave me?
Yes, you're not a good
person to be around.
Thought everything down here was Dad's?
Me too.
She kept all this?
You used to sleep with
your soccer ball all the time.
(LAUGHS) Well, at least
I didn't sleep with this.
(BOTH LAUGH)
I don't remember any home videos.
- Me neither.
- Hey, you remember this?
You wanted to paint her
a Christmas tree,
Dad kept trying to explain
that birthdays were different?
I always preferred Christmas.
(BEEPS)
It works.
This one's got the earliest date.
- Oh, my God.
- Mum.
You're always telling me it
drives you nuts
that I have to have the last word.
Well, here I am, doing it again.
It's been the most beautiful day,
that late afternoon sun.
I love making it all the more magical.
Here I am, dying.
I guess I'm trying
to make sense of it all.
Funny, you never think these things
will happen to you, until they do.
I'm so sorry, darling.
I would do anything not to leave
you and the boys.
You're my life.
But, Jack,
you always shut down
when I try to say
the things that need to be said,
so I'm giving you this.
It's a love letter of sorts,
just for you.
We shouldn't watch this.
Chris, this might be our
last chance to see Mum.
It's for Dad. It wasn't meant for us.
Jamie, we already said goodbye.
I don't want to do it again.
Just leave it alone, mate.
Right, over there.
So what do you want me to do?
Get on that mark.
Your voice is one thing,
but I need a look I can sell.
- Show me who you are.
- Okay.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
♪ If I wasn't me ♪
♪ I can be sure I'd want to be ♪
♪ I'm pretty major and
I'll say it out loud ♪
Okay, now show me who you really are.
Cool.
♪ All I want to do is what I do well ♪
♪ Ain't a gambler, but honey,
I'd put money on myself ♪
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Yeah, ready to roll.
Ahh, okay. Yeah.
♪ 'Cause my brand of
vainglory is much better ♪
Yeah, foxy. Get her
out of those clothes.
Stand on. Let's go.
- Whoo.
- You're happy. Life is good.
I'm not feeling the hair, Eddie.
It's not bad, but give me a pose.
Something natural.
That's not natural.
Next.
Look, maybe it's this lens.
Maybe the setting on it?
No, I don't want a drag queen.
Enough with the make-up already!
Give me diva.
Give me sexy.
It's not good enough. Red dress.
♪ Say it again, I can't get enough ♪
♪ I can't get enough ♪
Pop princess.
Rock chick.
Soul queen. Come on!
♪ I can't get enough ♪
♪ I don't know about you,
but I can't get enough of myself ♪
♪ Whoo! ♪
That has potential. And that one.
We'll have to blur her pores,
lose the smile lines.
And the ones around the eyes.
That smile lights up the screen.
It's not what I imagined, but
I think we can make it work.
Standard airbrush.
Shave a few kilos off, where you can.
Make her boobs bigger
and lighten that skin,
- then send it through.
- Okay.
- Billie.
- Are the photos okay?
Babe, you're gonna be fantastic.
♪ Evie, Evie ♪
♪ Evie, let your hair hang
down, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Evie, Evie ♪
♪ Whoa, let your hair hang down ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, let your hair hang down ♪
♪ Whoa, Evie ♪
♪ Evie, let your hair hang down ♪
Thank you very much.
We're Cardiac Arrest.
Yeah, you're not wrong, mate.
You almost gave me one.
- Gus.
- (LAUGHING)
- You're back in town, mate. Why?
- Oh, business, mate.
- Come to see a man about a dog.
- Ahh.
Hey, listen. You two are
shocking without those girls.
Thank you very much.
Spot a man a beer or what?
I tell you what, you never change.
- It's good to see you.
- Yeah.
(PHONE RINGING)
Dad, you in Walperinga?
Yeah, yeah. Arrived safe and sound,
darling. How'd your meeting go?
Good. Weird, but good.
You wouldn't have
recognised me with all that
cake on my face for the photo sh**t,
but I nailed the singing.
- That's my girl.
- You're at the pub, eh?
- Nah.
- Yeah, right.
Hey, Dad. I'm meeting up with Layla.
I'll call you soon, eh? Love ya.
- I'm so exhausted.
- And?
I got to wait to hear back, but I
think Eddie wants to take me on.
Babe, that's brilliant!
Oh, I knew you'd k*ll it.
Oh, look out.
What about you?
How's your job hunting going?
- Eugh.
- That bad?
In Walperinga, it was simple, you know?
An ad went out and you applied.
But here, there's so much competition.
But you're more deadly than them.
Yeah, well, that's why
I'm going door-knocking.
Who can resist this in person, eh?
- Not Jamie, that's for sure.
- (LAUGHING) Yeah!
Can you grab the door for us?
(BEEPS)
- Susan find you?
- She always does.
I'm sorry about before.
Not being listened to sucks.
It just feels so fake. I'm over it.
Maybe I should take off
overseas, like you did.
You'd probably just end
up back here, like me.
So, I'm supposed to learn
from your mistakes. Is that it?
I have made so many,
you're not short on options.
So why do you keep
telling me you're perfect?
Part of the job of being a big brother.
I take my role very seriously.
You're so lame.
Lame jokes are also part
of the big brother gig.
Okay, stop. I forgive you.
One of Dad's favourites.
Thought you might like it.
Thanks.
Buy you a drink?
Alcoholic?
Not a chance.
But then, a couple of
people said they'd call me
if anything comes up, so that's good.
Yeah, something will happen.
You'll be all right.
Sorry.
- That's the guy?
- Yeah.
- What a tool!
- Yeah, I know.
- Billie.
- Hey.
- Have you seen Susan?
- No, I just got back.
We got a delivery due to arrive.
She said she'd handle it.
Oh, I've got it. Go now.
- And tell her she looks gorgeous.
- Ta.
You look gorgeous.
Ooh, Mr Norton. I need to talk
to you about something really...
Tara, I can handle it.
Hey, you.
- Hey.
- How'd it go?
I'm pretty sure most of my CVs
ended up in the bin,
but it's only day one
and I'm very stubborn.
I don't think I've
ever used that before.
- Hmm.
- Didn't even know it worked.
Well, as great as the room service is,
it doesn't have
the Layla special chicken stir-fry.
- Mmm.
- I meant what I said.
- I want to contribute more.
- All right.
Plus, I felt like a stir-fry.
So do I.
(SHE LAUGHS)
(SIGHS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Hey, Carmine.
- Hey.
- How's your night been?
- Yeah, interesting.
k*ll me now.
I took care of those deliveries
you were supposed to handle.
Well, aren't you wonderful?
Susan, we don't have to like each other,
but it doesn't have to be this way.
I think it does.
Should probably call it a night, eh?
I don't need the bastard child's help.
Drunk or sober, you
really are a piece of work.
(LAUGHS)
I like you so much better now
that neither of us has to pretend.
Harriet doesn't give a damn.
Neither does anyone else.
So who cares if I'm here?
I do. Harriet cares.
Chris and Jamie care, too.
- They're your family. So am I.
- Don't say it.
(VOICE BREAKING) Don't you dare say it.
You are not my family.
I had a family. Jack's dead.
My daughter hates me.
Even the hotel's not mine anymore.
All I've got is you.
Wonderful Billie, singing your
songs, sprinkling your fairy dust.
Everybody loves you.
(BOAT HORN BLARES)
- Hey, Carmine.
- Hi, honey.
Um, what bottle of red
can I get for bucks?
Oh, I'll cover it. How's that?
- All right?
- How's your dinner?
Good. Yeah, just thought
I'd get us a night cap.
Hey, don't stress about that job.
Something will come up.
What if it doesn't?
Early days.
No, what if no-one wants me?
- I'll have to go back to Walperinga.
- Layla, we'd never let that happen.
Well, I can't live off
Jamie forever, or you,
then, I would be a gold-digger.
Bloody Susan.
- Forget about what she said.
- I can't.
Well, then, you have to let Jamie know.
You're thinking about leaving him.
He's got to know what's going on, Layla.
But Susan's his step-mum.
She might be a witch,
but I can't come between them.
That's Jamie's call, not yours.
Look, even if I tell him,
it doesn't change anything.
I'm still here, living off all of this.
Typical parents.
"You should be a doctor.
- You should be a lawyer."
- (LAUGHS)
My mum gave me such a
hard time about cooking.
Well, you stuck at it.
I love it.
- Hmm.
- How about your mum?
(SIGHS)
Well, she said I should do
what makes me happy.
And that's working in the hotel?
No, I started working there when
Dad fell apart, after Mum d*ed.
So what did you want to do?
I can't remember.
- Hey, Carmine.
- Hey.
I reckon you owe me that song.
Thought you were gonna
let me off the hook.
Oh, no.
- Go on, then. Play me something.
- Yeah, let's see here.
(SIGHS)
Tough day, huh?
- I've had better.
- (PLAYS GUITAR)
♪ When you're close to tears, remember ♪
♪ Someday, it'll all be over ♪
♪ One day, we're gonna get so high ♪
♪ And though it's darker than December ♪
♪ What's ahead is a different colour ♪
♪ One day, we're gonna get so high ♪
♪ And at the end of the day ♪
♪ Remember the days when we
were close to the edge ♪
♪ And wonder how we made
it through the night ♪
♪ At the end of the day ♪
♪ Remember the way we stayed
so close to the end ♪
♪ We'll remember it was me and you ♪
♪ 'Cause we are gonna be ♪
♪ Forever, you and me ♪
♪ You will always keep me ♪
♪ Flying high in the sky of love ♪
♪ 'Cause we are gonna be ♪
♪ Forever, you and me ♪
♪ You will always keep me ♪
♪ Flying high in the sky of love ♪
♪ Forever ♪
♪ Forever ♪
♪ Us, forever ♪
♪ Forever. You, me, forever ♪
This is what I have to wake up to?
I don't understand the problem.
You put Billie on a wage
without consulting me.
It's standard practice.
Dad set one up for
every member of the family.
(SCOFFS)
I know you don't like it,
but that's what she is.
- You could've asked me.
- (DOOR CLOSES)
Well, frankly,
I didn't want the argument.
Susan.
I was just up half the night
trying to convince Layla
she's not a gold-digger.
I was only pointing out the obvious.
Are you trying to
get rid of my girlfriend now?
I was trying to protect you,
Jamie. Is that so hard to believe?
I went in to bat for you with Harriet.
Don't push me into choosing
between you and Layla,
because you know who I'll choose.
(SCOFFS)
(SIGHS)
- (KNOCKING)
- Coming.
Good, you're up.
I didn't really sleep,
after I took your advice.
Oh, you spoke to Jamie? Yeah, and?
- He was amazing.
- Told you!
Come on, you're coming with me.
Let's go. Get your stuff.
Where?
- Where are we going?
- You'll see. Come on.
- Bill?
- Come on.
- Welcome home.
- What?
I've taken out a lease.
This is our new place. You
and me are gonna move in together.
You live in the hotel.
Ahh, I don't want to live where I
work. It'll be too claustrophobic.
- I can't afford this.
- You don't have to.
No. No, no, no, no, Bill.
Layla, you have done so much
for me, I can't even count.
Think of it as me paying you back.
I mean, picture it.
We can set up our music area there,
have coffee out here in the morning,
cook our own food.
It'll be our place.
What do you reckon?
Yes.
- Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
- Whoo!
We're gonna have so much fun!
Da-da-da!
I reckon, the first thing we
need to get, pots and pans.
Can't wait to have a kitchen again.
You know, the minute I get a job,
I'm gonna pay you back for all of this.
I'm not freeloading.
It's cool. I know where you live.
I'm gonna get us our first plant.
Well, go on.
How can I help you?
I've been putting posies of
lavender by my windows,
but I'm still getting mosquitoes.
Have you tried adding marigolds?
Back home, we would
get shocking mozzies,
but you put the two flowers
together and it works a treat.
We have those in stock.
And the yellow and the purple
together are very striking.
Thank you.
_
Hey, Dad. Guess what?
I'm moving in with Layla.
That's great, Bill.
Yeah, well, we'll figure something
out when you get back all right?
I promise.
There's a spot we can set you up in.
No, no, no. You don't want me there.
No, no, no. Don't be silly.
There'll always be room for you.
- Billie, I just got a job!
- Huh, just now?
- Yeah.
- What?
Seems like being a country
girl isn't so bad after all.
- Hey, Dad. Did you hear that?
- Yeah, yeah. No, I did, mate.
Listen, I've got to go, Bill.
I'll talk soon, all right?
Heard you were in town.
Yeah. G'day, Wendy.
Yeah, I was just coming to see you.
- Yeah, clearly.
- Oh, come on. Fair go, Wendy.
- Those tests are happening today.
- I'll just finish my beer, eh?
No, Gus. You're coming with
me to the surgery right now.
A house and a job in one morning?
I am on fire!
So are you both leaving?
Oh, it makes sense, you know.
But we'll be here all the time.
You better be.
Are you sure you're all right with it?
If you're happy, I'm happy.
Hey, if you're not gonna live
here anymore, could I move in?
Uh, that's not up to me.
I think you should ask your mum,
but I'd wait a while.
(PHONE CHIMES)
I got a shift at the bar, but
we'll get your stuff later, all right?
Yeah.
- Hey.
- Hey, you.
- Off you go.
- Ahh, listen.
Keep an eye on him. I've cut him off.
Okay.
Sorry, what can I...
- Um, I'll find someone else.
- Can you make a fire truck?
- Do you mean a raspberry lemonade?
- Yeah.
Can you make one?
With or without an umbrella?
With.
- I'll see what I can do.
- Thanks.
(BEEPS)
You always shut down when I try to
say the things that need to be said,
so I'm giving you this.
It's a love letter of sorts,
just for you.
I know you will take
good care of the boys.
But, Jack, I'm scared.
What if it ever comes out about Eclipse?
It's never sat right with me
and I know you haven't told
me the full story, but if it
comes to light, we could lose
this hotel, everything.
And if I'm not there to look after you,
you have to promise me that
no matter what, you will make
sure that the boys are always safe.
In every suite, okay?
Yes, ma'am.
(DOOR UNLOCKS)
Hey, get us a vodka double.
Thanks, love.
Sorry. No more for you, today.
Oh, come on.
You can't deny a man a second drink.
We both know that
wouldn't be your second.
- Serious?
- I'm sorry.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. I want to speak
to your manager.
You're actually talking to an owner.
- What a load of crap.
- You should go.
All I want is one damn drink!
Get me a drink!
- Let go of me.
- Whoa, is everything all right here?
This man is actually leaving.
- Power-tripping bitch.
- Okay, mate. You heard her.
I think you should go.
- Hey!
- Not talking to you. (GRUNTS)
You're gone, now! Get out of here!
Rack off or I'll kick your arse!
(GROANS)
Here you go.
Thanks.
How does it feel?
Like I've been punched in the face.
I'm sorry.
Hey, does this mean
you're gonna be leaving us again?
Are you going to tell
anybody what happened?
Probably not.
I'll stay.
Just for future reference,
I don't need saving.
Yeah, I should've realised
that, given our first meeting.
And I could've taken
that guy, by the way.
He just, he took me by surprise.
Yeah, yeah, absolutely.
You're a shocking liar.
Honesty suits you better.
I got your message.
I want you to set up a
meeting with Andrew Weston.
But you voted against his offer.
I've got a better plan now.
I think there's a way
I can cut them all out
and have the whole place to myself.
- Even Harriet?
- Harriet's a child.
She doesn't get a say.
And as far as I'm concerned, the
rest of them can go to hell.
MALE VOICE-OVER:
She's on the brink of stardom...
BILLIE: (ON PHONE)
They've offered me a recording contract.
- Yes!
- MALE VOICE-OVER: And her dad...
won't let his health ruin it for her.
It's my job to look after you.
I'm not gonna stand in your way.
You won't.
MALE VOICE-OVER: Is she about to lose
the only family she's ever known?
To hear you sing makes me wanna live.
02x02 - Respect
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"The Secret Daughter" revolves around a part-time country pub singer whose chance meeting with a wealthy city hotelier triggers a series of events that will change her life forever.
"The Secret Daughter" revolves around a part-time country pub singer whose chance meeting with a wealthy city hotelier triggers a series of events that will change her life forever.