04x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

I thought we were friends.

And then, you slept with my husband.

What you did was unforgivable!

I would have scratched
your bloody eyes out.

Oh, Martha. I found her
in the Cross last night.

There was a man was chasing her.

- Elena, where is she?
- Let go of me! Let go of me!

Help! Police! Help me! Get off!

MAN: What's goin' on?

- I said some dreadful things.
- So, say you're sorry.

Take good care of her.

We always do.

Here you are, Mrs Ranovic.

Thank you.

Patty!

I know it's real and I
have to believe it,

but I just can't, because...

Because she should still be here.

Yeah.

I just keep expecting her
to burst through the door

with her big Patty smile.

Now, where was I?

Seven pounds.

She's lost weight.

What do babies do in the first few days?

Lose weight.

Exactly.

Are you sure you're okay to go home?

You need the beds.

After everything that's
happened, I think I just...

I need to be at home.

And if I don't start looking after
you, how will I get to know you?

Yours looks as new as mine.

Doesn't she, Amy?

Amy. That was my grandmother's name.

I've always loved it.

- She's beautiful.
- Yours, too.

What's her name?

Haven't decided yet.

I'm waiting for her to
tell me who she really is.

♪ You think that I don't feel love ♪

♪ What I feel for you is real love ♪

♪ And other times, I see reflected ♪

♪ A hurt, scorn, rejected love child ♪

♪ Different from the rest. ♪

I've got a hole in my theatre
roster this afternoon.

- Can you come in and fill it?
- No.

- Okay, tomorrow?
- No.

Can't you just sling it
over your shoulder or...?

- She's not an "it".
- Ah.

- And I'll be back soon enough.
- Mm.

Smoothed it over with
the board, did you?

Let's just say, I've
laid the groundwork.

- And with your support...
- Ah.

Doctor?

- How are you at repairing fistulas?
- Oh, I've only ever assisted on one.

Good. Theatre two in .

Hi. I thought I'd stop by
and see how you're doing.

The police reckon Patty
must have slipped and fell,

hit her head.

It makes no sense.

What's in the box?

Oh, Patty's stuff.

Liz dropped it off from the crèche.

(BABY CRIES)

I think that's my cue.

If you need help with that?

Discharge forms?

All . of them.

- Never seen so many babies.
- Joan's?

God,

if you're listening,

I pray your light shine
down on young Patricia,

whose time came too soon.

We'll miss you, Patty. May your
sweet soul rest in eternal peace.

Amen.

Bless Patty and welcome her
into your loving arms.

Bless Elena, so far away from her home.

And thank you, Father, for the
miracle you've bestowed upon me.

I've told you to take that thing off.

I will not stand for
a stupid, little girl

with the morals of a cat, claiming
that God impregnated her!

Now, take it off!

And you can stop filling Elena's
head with all that nonsense,

because I suspect there's more
than enough in there already.

And as for you, you should
be dressed and ready by now.

In fact, you all should have
been in there and mending,

minutes ago!

I was studying.

Don't you want me to get an education?

Not in my time.

Moving, now!

That was a complex case.

Rubbish. You had it under control.

Going to have to start
looking over my shoulder.

You'll be after my job soon.

Hey.

Hey. I just, ah, repaired
a VVF, first-time ever,

and Dr Patterson said I
was great. How's that?

- That's good, Simon.
- Yeah.

Yeah. No, no, I've been thinking what
the new bloke would think of me,

but, wow, I'm passing every test.

Do you even care that Patty's dead?

I was thinking, I'll take you out
for dinner tonight. Somewhere nice?

I'm not exactly in the
mood to celebrate.

Um, I...

I'm sorry.

Oh.

I hear Joan Millar's
been discharged already.

- I hope everything was in order?
- Uh, pretty much.

Where's her discharge papers?

Vivian did get her to
sign them, didn't she?

- It's been really busy.
- That's no excuse!

There's a procedure with
every baby and every mother.

And if we just let mothers walk out
without signing everything, then...

- Can't Joan just sign it later?
- It's not just about Dr Millar!

But... yes, it has been a
difficult couple of days...

for everyone.

To go like that.

Silly, clumsy girl.

No need to worry about
Dr Millar's papers.

- I'll deal with it.
- Thank you.

No education and definitely no sex,

because sex is dirty.

Dirty, dirty.

And sex is why slutty
little girls like you,

end up locked up in this jail with
a dried-up old virgin like me!

Do you understand?

Do you? Do you?

Debbie, don't.

Oh, no, Elena. I'm sorry.

I was just joking.

It's me.

Patty's dead because she helped me.

I make this happen to her.

No, you didn't. It's not your fault.

I'm cursed.

Patty, my famiglia, my brother,

my shame has cursed them all.

Elena, what if it was your
brother that k*lled Patty?

- Debbie!
- Sorry, but think about it.

Elena already said how angry he was

and we all know what Italians are like.

He can't get to Elena in here, so he
follows Patty home and maybe he's so

angry that he pushed her or he held
her head under the water or...

- Debbie, don't!
- All right, all right.

I was just saying that
it's not Elena's fault.

It's her brother's.

This is mostly stuff from crèche.

Receipts and things like that.

What is it?

Did you know that Patty was meeting
guys from the personal columns?

Why would she do that?

Patty was beautiful.

She could go out with anyone.

Listen.

"I want to meet men I don't know.

I don't want to meet anyone who
might be a boyfriend or a fiancé

or husband of someone I know.

I don't ever want another
chance to prove what an

awful person I can be."

Look at this.

"Saturday, June. Meeting CM
tonight at The Velvet Room."

You look through this,

- I'll look through these.
- What for?

- A name, a number, anything.
- Why?

It was the day she d*ed!

What I don't get is
that if the Virgin Mary

got to have sex with the Holy Spirit,

how come you got to do it with God?

Why do you say things like that?

You know, we should sell tickets
for when you push it out.

Line up! Line up! Here
comes Jesus number two!

Quick, Elena! Get inside.

Come on!

(SPEAKS ITALIAN)

Hey, leave her alone! Help!

- Help!
- Let her go! Help! Help! Help!

- Don't!
- Let her go! Let her go!

- What is going on here?
- Leave he alone!

You let go of her!

Hey! Let her go!

He's the k*ller! He's the
one who k*lled Patty!

He's a m*rder*r!

- (SPEAKS HARSHLY IN ITALIAN)
- Hey.

- You are nothing.
- Calm down.

The police may well have cleared you,

but I warned you, Mr Capobianco.

This is a hospital. My hospital.

Elena is my sister. She belongs with me.

Sit down.

You lied to me about why she's here.

Just a lie, eh?

Thank you, Dr Patterson.

I'll take it from here.

It's all right.

Now that you know the truth, isn't
it preferable that she stays?

You can have Elena with
tuberculosis, in which case you

can tell the family in six or seven
months that she's cured and is now

ready to marry the man that
she's been promised to,

or you can have her pregnant.

So, what's it to be?

Tuberculosis?

Si.

Good. Now that's sorted, Elena, I'm sure

you have some work to go on with.

One, last matter.

As you can imagine, caring for
these girls does not come cheaply.

You want me to pay?

I prefer the word "donate".

Matron?

About what Debbie said
about Elena's brother.

We've had the police do a check.

Whatever his other many
faults, he's not a m*rder*r.

But even if it's not him,

do you think maybe the
police could be wrong,

- that it wasn't just an accident?
- Oh, really.

Martha, we all want answers in life.

But for our own sake, sometimes,

we have to accept that there are none.

Do you understand?

I suppose.

Good girl.

It was mixed up with all
those receipts. Craig.

It starts with 'C',

like in the diary. And that
number, it must be him!

Okay, even if it is him,
it doesn't mean anything.

- That's what the police said.
- You called the police?

- They wouldn't listen.
- To what? What are you talking about?

Patty meets a strange bloke in a
bar and a couple of hours later,

she's dead. And we're supposed to
believe she just tripped and fell?

- Not us, the police.
- Because they don't care!

They don't think she's important.

But they're wrong. She was.

And I think someone
did something to her.

Oh, you're not serious?

Can you really stand
there and tell me that

Patty's death makes sense to you?

That doesn't mean that she was m*rder*d.

What if she was?

We have to find out!

We're nearly there, sweet pea.

What about "sweet pea" for a name, hm?

No? Okay, we'll keep
that between you and I.

I wonder what name daddy would like?

At least your brother
promised to leave you here.

That's good, isn't it?

I have shamed my famiglia.

I only bring shame to everyone.

Hey, it's no big deal.

We've all done that.
That's why we're here.

Elena, they'll get over it.

No.

No, never.

- My family is gone.
- Hey, half your luck.

Everything's going to work out.

Honestly, it is.

Would it help if I prayed for you?

Simon. I'm sorry. I am proud
of you for doing so well.

- I should have said so.
- No. Look, I'm sorry.

Suggesting dinner was stupid,
you know, stupid idea.

I know you're going through some...

It's okay. But about
tonight, don't wait for me.

Matron's sprung a last-minute
admin course we need to go to.

Okay. Well, I can just hang around

and pick you up when you're finished.

Well, I don't know how
long it's going to last.

I'll just get a lift or a taxi.

I think that's easier.

I won't be home too late.

- Love you.
- You too.

♪ Most people I know,
think that I'm crazy... ♪

I think they're my
favourite band, right now.

Oh, yeah. Mine too.

- BOTH: ♪ And you should know it... ♪
- Come, yeah!

Yeah.

(MUSIC STOPS)

Oh... yeah.

Tonight, I'm probably going
to go listen to some, ah,

half-baked R & B that's only
out to draw the Gis, so.

- That is my night. What is yours?
- Cheese on toast, probably.

Yeah, Martha's on some course.

Excellent.

You can hit the town with me.
I could use the company.

You and me?

Sure.

- Are you in?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Could be.

So, it's just you and me, little one.

Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere.

I'm going to be here forever.

And I'm never going to let
anything bad happen to you.

(KNOCKING)

- Hi.
- I hope I'm not interrupting?

No, no, come in.

I just wanted to bring you these.
Your discharge papers.

Vivian forgot to ask you to
sign them before you left.

Oh, no, that's not her fault.

I should have remembered.

I'm sure you had other
things on your mind.

I took the liberty of
filling them out for you.

- We just need a signature.
- Mm-hm.

- Oh, yes, let me.
- Ooh-ooh.

You've done that before.

Quite a few times.

Just there. That's the ticket.

And the other page.

Settled on a name yet?

Nothing's come to me.

Don't leave it too long. Babies
need to hear their name.

Helps them bond with their mother.

She has beautiful features.

From her father?

Yes, she's definitely Daddy's girl.

- I'll leave you to it.
- Yes. Goodbye.

Goodbye. Thank you, Frances.

Hello, can I please speak to Jim Marsh?

Are you sure?

Did he leave a forwarding address?

Thanks.

(BABY CRIES)

Sh.

It's all right.

It's all right, Mummy's here.

Mummy's here.

Sh, it's okay.

Hey. Sh.

Does that happen to you a lot,
girls trying to pick you up?

Are you kidding? Come here. Come here.

See that one, the blonde?

She couldn't take her eyes off you.

- Me?
- You.

I don't think I can do this.

If you don't, then he gets away with it.

Well, then, you do it.

You told him you were blonde.

Look, all we have to do is
get his driver's licence,

so that we can see if it's
his real name and address.

Then, we can go back to
the police with proof.

Oh! I would love to, but I'm married.

So?

Plus, she is a man.

Name's Viv, right?

Yeah, hi.

- Craig.
- Yeah, that's me.

Shall we sit?

Yeah, good idea.

Well, I'm the luckiest
bloke in the room.

Oh, thanks. You're not too bad yourself.

Why, thank you.

So, now that we're both here,

how about telling me a
bit about yourself?

Stockbroker, advertising... lawyer?

- Am I warm?
- Let's grab a drink first.

You look like a Harvey
Wallbanger kind of girl.

I don't know. I could be.

Do you want something?

No, you just look like someone I know.

Hey, mate. Over here. Harvey
Wallbanger and a scotch.

So, what do you reckon? I
feel like watching a show?

- Uh...
- Hey, look, Martha won't mind.

Come on, let's just at least, you
know, check out what is on offer.

- Am I boring you?
- No, sorry. I'm nervous.

- I've never done this before.
- You don't have to be nervous.

I'm not going to bite.

My friend Patty swears that
it's a great way to meet guys.

And, in fact, she gave me your number.

Said that you went out,
a couple of nights ago.

Hey, why don't we get out of here?

You know, find somewhere private.

Sure, okay.

Oh! Sorry! Oh, I'm so, so, sorry!

- It's all right.
- Sorry.

- Oi!
- ♪ Going to see my baby, tonight ♪

♪ Wanna tell you, she's out of sight ♪

♪ Loves me in the morning ♪

♪ Loves me late at night. ♪

- His name's not Craig.
- Keith Monroe.

Oh, God, Martha. I think
you might be right.

Hey!

No, no, no, the truth.

It's just a bit of, you know, dancing...

Martha?

- Give me back my wallet!
- Hey, hey!

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Did my wife put you up to this?

- Your wife?
- She did, didn't she?

- You k*lled Patty, didn't you, Keith?
- What are you talking about?

- You k*lled her!
- I never touched her!

- Martha!
- Tell it to the police.

- See if they believe you!
- Go on, call them.

I'll tell 'em you're a couple
of bloody pickpockets.

All right, mate. There's no
need to call the police.

Martha, give the man back his wallet.

No way, it's evidence!

You're acting crazy and
you need to stop it!

Give it to him!

I'm sorry about this, mate. My... my...
my wife's just lost a friend.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Oh, how long are you
going to keep this up?

You went to a strip club
without telling me.

- I didn't!
- You were going to!

Oh, but I suppose it's okay, you
lied about going on that course?

I needed to find out
what happened to Patty!

By putting yourself in danger!

Martha. Martha, we're
supposed to be a team.

You and I, working together.

Couldn't you have at least
talked to me about it?

Patty's family is coming tomorrow
to take her back to Melbourne.

Meanwhile, she's still lying in a
morgue and not you, not the police,

not anybody gives a damn
about what happened to her.

Debbie. Debbie, wake up.

Elena's gone.

Half her luck.

No, you have to wake up. She's not here.

- Oh.
- See?

Maybe she's run away.

She'd never leave this here, ever.

- She hasn't just run away.
- God told you that, did he?

Yes, as a matter of fact, he did.

I'm telling Matron.

The silly girl's probably
just hiding somewhere.

Elena! Where are you?

What if we're too late?

Will you calm down. We'll find her.

Oh, no.

- No!
- Oh, God.

Come on, hurry!

- Elena, no!
- Elena, you mustn't!

God loves you, but if you
jump, it's a mortal sin.

Shut up.

Elena, please.

We're all here for you.

I bring shame.

Yeah, me too.

But, you know, that's why
we've got to stick together,

to spread it around a bit.

No, no, no, no, no. Leave them be.

My family is gone.

No, it isn't, Elena.

Because we're your family
now and we need you.

Elena, please don't leave me here
with church mouse and Matron.

Please, Elena?

Elena?

Elena, there's no way I can
get through this without you!

Please, Elena!

Please, Elena.

No bloody way.

It's all right.

Good girls. Good girls.

Patty, I know you're not here.

But I have to tell you...

I need to tell you...

Hey...

You can't go to Melbourne
looking like this.

You're keen. I thought you weren't
coming back for three months?

I can't quite put my finger on it,

but she's not responding
like she should be.

She was unsettled all night.

Look, she's a newborn.

They eat, they poop,
they cry and they sleep.

- That is all that they do.
- Fine.

- I'll have someone else examine her.
- Hang on.

Bring her through. Let's see if
we can find what's going on.

You never told me you had
to remake my wedding dress.

Well, I didn't want you to
worry on your special day.

You really worked on it all night?

What was I meant to do? Let you
walk down the aisle in your undies?

Martha.

Bit of a stuff-up last night, hey?

Just because it wasn't him,

it doesn't mean it wasn't someone else.

What if it was like they think?

It could've been an
accident, couldn't it?

- I'd better keep moving.
- Okay.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Mandy, right?

I'm a friend of Patty's,
who ran the crèche.

- Yeah, heard about that. Shame.
- I was just wondering...

I know you were at the
crèche the day Patty d*ed,

and if you saw something?

- Why would I?
- Anything at all.

It could be someone behaving strangely,

or you saw Patty later that night?

- No, sorry.
- Because I really need to know.

No, you don't.

She's dead, it happened, get over it.

You want to label this for me?

Get them to check the BSL.

Yes, Doctor.

She's getting even cuter.

Just the blood sugar? Is
that enough? Are you sure?

I can get them to check
for dengue fever,

if that's what you really want.

But at the moment, she looks
like a pretty healthy baby to me.

- All right.
- Okay.

Let's just wait until we get the BSL
and take it one step at a time. Okay?

And, as for you, you need to make
sure you're getting enough sleep.

Does the baby's father help out?

No, we're not in contact.

In the meantime, just try not to worry.

Have a stiff drink or two.

Might help the both of
you to get to sleep.

Viv, if Matron asks,
can you cover for me?

I guess so. Why?

Mandy, that prost*tute?

I think she's hiding something.

I mentioned Patty and she
just shut me right out.

And she's got that bruise.

But none of that means
that she knows anything.

She does. I'm sure of it.

I have to talk to her. I have to...

Martha, it won't bring Patty back.

I know that. Are you gonna
cover for me or not?

Have you seen Mandy? Sorry.

Excuse me, have you seen Mandy?

Hi, I'm looking for Mandy.

Long, wavy brown hair.

She was around here a couple of
hours ago. Haven't seen her since.

You don't know where
she might have gone?

She could be shagging the Prime
Minister, for all I know, love.

Baby Millar. What was
she doing back in here?

Joan was just a bit anxious.

First day home with her baby,
you know, new mothers.

Dr Patterson's doing bloods?

I think he just wanted
to put her mind at ease.

Nothing else Dr Millar
was concerned about?

- No. Should there be?
- No,

course not.

Viv, have you seen Martha?

She's not in Admin and I
can't find her anywhere.

Uh, well...

She seems to have this
thing about Patty.

I don't know, maybe I'm
worrying about nothing.

No, you're not.

Mandy!

Are you all right?

- Husbands, eh?
- Husband?

He a pimp?

Mandy, I have to know, only
for me, but I need to know,

is there anything you can
tell me about Patty?

Patty.

Come on!

She was only trying to help me.

Come here.

- A useless...
- Mandy!

- Oh, gosh!
- Thieving bitch!

Leave her alone!

It's none of your business!

So, it was just an accident?

She was only trying to help.

Martha!

What's wrong?

Patty was a good person.

Better than anyone knows.

- Yeah.
- I didn't tell her that.

I should have told her, but I didn't.

Oh, no, sweetie. It's all right.

It's all right.

Ow! Ow! Ow! Oh, my God!

- And they reckon having a baby hurts.
- Hold.

- Oh!
- I didn't feel a thing.

Oh, you win. You're brave. So what?

- Finito.
- Okay, let me see.

- You look beautiful, Debbie.
- Thanks.

You know, you've always had
God in common with Rita.

But now, you've got something
in common with me.

We both look like wogs.

The thing about me and Martha is
that no matter how angry she get

or how many fights we have,
I know that we'll be fine.

She'll forgive me for what
I did and I'll forgive her

for whatever she does next.

That's just how it'll always be for
us, because we're friends for life.

Nothing's going to change that.

Patty, you lifted us up.

You were a good person.

But more importantly,

you were a good friend...

the best.

And, Viv, are you ever going
to open that champagne?

To our beautiful friend.

♪ I would give anything I own ♪

♪ Give up my life, my heart, my home ♪

♪ I would give everything I own ♪

♪ Just to have you back again. ♪

Joan wants her job.

But that's absurd, she's a new mother.

Well, she thinks she can do it.

Maybe she can.

It's ridiculous what you're doing.

That child should be at home and
you should be there with her,

not using my staff as babysitters.

We play to win, sweetheart.

Don't call me sweetheart.

BOTH: Three, two, one... Go for it!

You stole those car keys.

I borrowed them.

Ohh!

You need to decide if you wanted
to be a nurse or a stripper!

I've been groped, I've been put down!