"It's a basketball skills camp." "I need 600 bucks." "We can't afford it at the moment." "I hate you." "No wonder Rick's staying away from us." "The fast train project was real, Kate." "It was a red-hot goer." "Where did you get this from?" "A bloke at the Transport Minister's office." "It's insider trading." "And that could ruin this business." "What is he doing here?" "He's working on a case." "Kate's got me on this NVA with her." "Yeah." "And now I'm putting you onto the Beemer." "What would be your ultimate dream?" "Stay employed." "How's he going?" "Pulling his weight?" "We'd do better without him." "I can't keep saying sorry." "No more apologies." "I've meant them but I'm moving on." "Do you think we have a perfect partner?" "What do you want?" "I want you to buy me a drink." "Going undercover... there's always an adrenaline rush pretending to be someone else, possibly getting caught out snooping around, which has never happened to me, I might add." "Your job undercover is to befriend people, you know." "Get them to trust you, confide in you." "But sometimes you can be too successful." "Some people want to get too close." "That's when you've got to be careful not to exploit them or compromise yourself." "You've got to be very careful." "So who's the client?" "Jackfruit." "It's a digital gaming company." "What?" "Someone's leaking information about a new game?" "No, it's design specs for a games controller like Xbox, Wii, that sort of thing." "It's called Wand." "The owner thinks the design's been leaked to a rival company." "It's a bit of a stretch, though, isn't it, going undercover as I.T. geeks?" "Actually maybe Rick should handle this one." "You'll be fine." "Sorry." "I could only take two." "Excuse me, this involves you." "Me?" "Yes." "As Kate well knows, I.T. is not my specialty." "It involves both of you." "Seriously?" "Yes." "You'll go in as marketing consultants, OK?" "Nothing too technologically challenging." "Yeah." "But hang on." "Why both of us?" "Their main competitor is about to launch their games controller." "And if that happens before Jackfruit's owner can prove they've stolen his design, he'll go under." "Exactly." "He's invested millions." "And he's paying Sapphire very well to get the job done." "Besides, I thought you'd both enjoy working together." "Can't wait." "Bring it on." "It's a race against time." "I've invested everything in this." "If Starflex get to launch my product before I do, that's it." "They'll look like they've invented it, they'll get all the sales and I'm out of business." "How do you know they have it?" "A sales rep saw it." "Saw a prototype for their new games controller." "And it looks exactly like mine." "So one of your employees must have shown it to them?" "No." "The design specs never physically left this office." "The only computer that holds all the info is that one." "And you have no idea who's getting access to it?" "I employ some of the best I.T. minds in the country." "They wouldn't leave any trace electronically." "Look." "Um..." "I'm not really sure how we can help you." "You said that you might be able to find out some info by talking to the guys, observing them?" "Yeah." "If we get them talking, they might reveal something." "Yeah." "You could give us your staff files, we could do some profiling." "Yeah." "Think of it as a two-pronged attack." "We'll say we're doing some marketing." "But, look, to be honest, Xavier, this is a time-poor operation, mate." "And there's a good chance we won't..." "This guy, he's a worrier." "But he will be all over it like a bad smell." "What do you think you're doing?" "Being realistic." "Look, the guy's a mess." "He needs to feel confident we can pull this off." "And you're confident, are you?" "Well, I'm not throwing in the towel." "I don't like sugar-coating." "Everyone." "Matt and Rick are handling the marketing of Wand." "I need to promote the product." "So, please, answer any questions they might have for you." "And remember, if you want any recognition for your work, now's your chance." "Marketing, huh?" "That's the art of making whole lies out of half-truths." "Hopefully not in your case." "This is Cam." "He was responsible for a lot of the core creative on Wand." "Only 99.9%." "Others will dispute that." "This is Eliot, our head program writer." "And the only sane one amongst us, Yvette, our junior games tester." "Hi." "Hey." "And what percentage were you involved?" "Uh, not much." "Although, that's right, I did come up with the name." "G'day, mate." "Nice to meet you." "Matt." "Hello." "What are you doing?" "Oh." "Hi." "I was just looking for Natasha." "In there?" "Well, no." "I was just, um, hoping to find something that might tell me where she's gone." "Well, she went a few weeks ago." "Where'd she go?" "I don't know." "Any idea where she's working right now?" "She's changed jobs since I saw her last." "No." "Wherever she is she'll look beautiful... head-to-toe perfectly made up." "Well, she is a beautician." "What was her hair like the last time you saw her?" "She always used to change it when we lived together." "Brownish..." "bit like that stain on your shirt." "Oh, nice." "Oh, that's me." "Was she still driving the same car?" "Didn't have a car." "She always got the shuttle bus to work." "I'd get onto that." "There are about 20 salons in the CBD area along the shuttle route." "Can you look up their websites and see if you can match that logo to any of them?" "Mm-hm." "Eugh!" "Have you got a spare top?" "No." "Have you?" "Not one you'd wear outside of a nightclub." "Great." "So Matt and Rick undercover together." "How's that going to work?" "They're big boys now." "Emphasis on 'boys'." "Hey, Kate, Swirls." "There you go." "That's what a bit of dedication and tenacity yields." "Or a good search engine." "I told Dad to put this in the storeroom." "Isn't it fun living AND working with him?" "If I was having any more fun, my head would explode." "Are you THE Jim Christie?" "Big Jim, played for the Red Devils?" "Yeah." "Yeah, I've still got the dodgy shoulder to prove it." "I saw you. '80...uh..." "'85 grand final?" "'84 granny it was." "Yes." "That's it." "That was a great game." "Bloody oath." "Look, Drew, I won't take up any more of your time." "Yeah." "Sure." "Seriously, Jim, I don't know why the insurance company's got a problem here." "Look, it's probably got to do with the items that were taken... plasma TV, DVD, laptop, leather couch - they're pretty standard." "But the thieves also took silk sheets and a steam press." "Um, yet they left a second flat screen and all your trophies." "Yeah, exactly." "I mean, they must be total amateurs." "The trophies would be worth more than anything." "I mean, what goes through these idiots' heads, I don't know." "But, look, you've got a job to do." "Do you want to come inside and see what else they took?" "Sure." "You want a beer?" "Why not, eh?" "Got to be four o'clock somewhere in the world." "Pow!" "I thought you'd be more of a cranky poultry kind of guy." "You know, the, uh, game." "Yes, I know." "I reached the highest level before it went public." "So, Cam, what do you want the world to know about you, mate?" "Um..." "I play lacrosse, turquoise is my favourite colour." "And, uh, my dog's name is Dinner." "That's... very fascinating." "So how come you're working here instead of somewhere like Silicon Valley?" "I don't like to travel." "It doesn't suit my personality." "You like working for Xavier?" "He leaves me alone." "I hear you're a major talent." "I am exceptional." "You ever get headhunted?" "I have very specific needs." "And what about starting a business on your own?" "It wouldn't suit my personality." "Listen." "I've got a job to do just like everyone else." "OK." "So if you want to get rid of me, just give me something." "Dude, it's nothing personal." "I'm just not interested in marketing myself." "Fair enough." "You want the product to speak for you, right?" "I don't care." "I mean, I might have if I was getting royalties." "But I'm not." "So..." "That's a bummer." "Maybe it's time to move on." "I am." "New job?" "Uh, new project, which I need to get back to." "Dammit." "Hello..." "Kate." "Hello, Natasha." "Have we met before?" "No." "No, we haven't." "It's Natasha West, yes?" "No." "Oh, look, there's really not much point denying it." "There is." "I'm not her." "I'm Natasha Campbell." "I don't mean to make a scene." "Crazy - two Natashas in the one salon." "Natasha West will be in later." "Oh, right." "Yeah." "Sit down for me." "I really came to see her." "I am the more experienced therapist." "Is there a problem?" "No." "No." "No." "Not at all." "Um..." "Right." "Excellent." "Just get you to pop that one on for me." "Would you like me to try and get the girls to get that stain out for you?" "Uh, no." "No, it's fine." "Seriously, it's easy." "OK." "Thank you." "That's alright." "It's been a bit of a rough day." "One of those days." "Tell me, Kate Christie, who are you?" "Sorry?" "Smell these and tell me which one you prefer." "Mmm." "Yum." "Fennel." "It tells me you're logical, independent and strong." "But you can be overcontrolling, unable to adjust and under stress react inappropriately." "Really?" "I do find the more regularly you wax the less it hurts." "To be honest with you, I don't think anyone would really notice." "The man in your life will notice." "You'd be surprised." "French manicure or nail enhancement?" "The nail enhancement would be great." "OK." "That sounds really good." "Hey, girls." "I suppose you get a bit of that, do you?" "Girls knocking on the door?" "You know what it's like, Jim." "Women appreciate an athlete." "Oh, yeah." "Anyone special?" "Because the insurance company will probably want me to talk to someone who can verify the items that were stolen from the house." "Um, I've got a special friend for every day of the week." "What about one of the guys from the team?" "You know Wokka Watson?" "Anthony Watson, second rower?" "Yeah." "Yeah, he'll sign your forms for you." "Can he read?" "I'll tell him you said that." "Uh, let me show you how to make this baby purr." "Please do." "Um..." "long macchiato." "Oh, you're good." "Coffee addicts - we recognise each other." "So how's it all going?" "They're pretty closed." "Yeah." "There's no risk of overshare amongst these guys." "So who is the biggest talent around here, eh?" "Eliot?" "Well, the subject of hierarchy is a very sensitive one." "It's that competitive?" "Well, put it this way." "Who's the best between you and him?" "See?" "You may say that you have different strengths and you complement each other and work really well as a team... but the fact is you think you're better than he is, don't you?" "Don't feel guilty." "It's evolution, intrinsic male DNA." "I'd back you though." "Do you need a hand there?" "No." "I'm fine." "I can manage." "I can't really get it out." "It's really stuck in there." "Do you mind?" "It's just this credit card here." "No worries." "Thank you." "Hi, Natasha." "Sorry I'm late." "Natasha West?" "Yes." "Can we speak privately?" "Do you mind?" "No." "Go away." "Now." "I'm Kate Christie." "I'm from Sapphire Mercantile Agency." "I have documents for you." "I'm not touching them." "Well, it's your choice." "But either way, you've been served." "Hey, Lil?" "Yeah." "Do you ever wish you could turn back time?" "Like..." "like a few centuries or a bit before a game where you got fouled off at half-time?" "Back when Mum and Rick were together and I had my own room and Mum was fun." "Come on, your mum still is fun." "She can be." "You still get to see Rick." "But I hear you." "The whole room sharing thing is not great." "Why can't Mum and I get our own place again?" "Why did she have to break up with Rick?" "He's done nothing wrong." "All very good questions, Em." "However, I just can't..." "Hey." "Give us a cuddle." "Whoa!" "Hello, crazy mamma." "So this is the Total Goddess look, then?" "Mum, what have you done?" "All in the line of duty." "What do you think?" "I like what I can see..." "I think." "You can only see the half of it." "Mmm." "Where is everyone?" "They're all still out." "So no-one bothered to ring in, let us know how they're going, where they're at?" "They're men - they need a strong motive to make contact, usually governed by some primary drive." "This is true." "Em, I may as well take you home now." "No." "I'm waiting for Rick." "I need help with homework." "You can't expect Rick to help you every time." "Why not?" "You broke up with him, not me." "We're still friends." "Right." "Now is not the time for this conversation, OK?" "Rick could still be ages, babe." "Why don't you come with me?" "I'm going to uni now." "Thanks, Lily." "But Em needs to understand she can't always have everything her way." "Let's go, Lily." "We'll talk about this tonight." "Whatever." "She'll come around." "Ow!" "Stupid bloody things." "I know they took most of Drew's stuff." "I don't know why." "He's got shocking taste." "If you could still take a look at this list so I can sign off on it." "Yeah." "Yep." "Seen it." "Seen it." "Seen it." "Silk sheets..." "I don't know." "You'd have to ask his girlfriend." "He's got a girlfriend?" "What?" "One particular girl?" "Yeah." "Lucinda..." "Olivera." "OK." "Monday to Friday." "OK." "Slow day?" "It's actually highly strategic." "How's the I.T. world?" "Any contenders for a leak?" "Uh, yeah." "Possibly." "That's why I'm here - doing a bit of follow-up research." "Where's Rick?" "He's taken some of the employees out for a drink." "Oh." "Nice." "Hmm." "Loosening them up so they talk, huh?" "That's the plan." "Hmm." "So, OK." "What are you doing?" "It's the aftermath of my own undercover job." "Right." "Was there a circus involved?" "Oh, well, you can laugh if you like." "But it was actually my nail enhancements that got me over the line." "Hmm." "It's a pretty major sacrifice for a bit of process serving." "Why don't you tell me how you really feel?" "I call it like I see it." "You don't need enhancements." "Hey, have you ever, um... been hang-gliding at Stanwell Park?" "Way to change the subject." "Would you like to?" "Jump off a cliff, you mean?" "No." "Not jump." "Uh... fly." "You know, glide, hence 'hang-gliding'." "Yeah." "Knowing my luck, I'd still land on my bum." "You geeky little genius brat." "I'm assuming that's a good thing." "Yeah." "Could be." "Uh, I got to go." "What..." "That hang-gliding thing." "Did I...?" "Did I just knock back a date with you?" "Don't know." "Did you?" "Did you test the new Wand?" "No." "I wasn't chosen to be one of the final lead testers." "So were you disappointed not to be included?" "No." "Uncle Xavier wouldn't want anyone to think he was giving me special treatment." "Uncle Xavier?" "That's why I'm there - because he owed my dad a favour." "Right." "Surely if you've got the talent, it shouldn't really matter." "If you're a guy maybe." "It's a boys' club?" "There's a reason why I'm the only girl there." "You might distract them." "Which has its upside from time to time." "So, you think any of the others are going to show up?" "Hmm." "You didn't invite them." "I'm just not very good at sharing." "That's probably not a good idea." "What?" "Not now or not ever?" "Well, 'ever' is a very long time." "Ah, you say the words 'drinks on me' and look who shows up." "Hey, Yvette." "Rick, I tried calling you but you didn't pick up." "Need a word." "Excuse me." "This profiling was a good idea." "Well, have you got something?" "Yeah." "You can thank me later." "One member of the team has a... a big secret." "Hey." "Hello." "Guess what." "I got your favourite yoghurt." "Cool." "At least she's consistent." "She's been fine with me." "Hmm." "I bet." "Maybe you should just let Rick come over one day a week to help her out with her homework." "I can do it." "Anyway, Rick's busy." "I bet if you asked him he'd want to." "Lily, like it or not, Emma has to understand that everything can't always go her way." "Life's simply not a case of doing what you want when you want to do it." "Not for most of us anyway." "Are you doing physio again?" "Already?" "Oh, yeah." "Well, with your dad back at work it's, um, a bit boring around here." "Besides, every little bit helps." "This is for Emma." "Oh!" "No." "It's fine, Mum." "I'll find a way to pay for Emma's basketball camp." "No." "I've taken care of it." "She's registered and paid in full." "This is pocket money for when she's down there." "It's OK, Mum." "I said I'll pay for the camp." "Well, does it matter who pays for it?" "The important thing is that she doesn't miss out." "No, the point is I don't want her going straight to you every time I hesitate about paying for something." "You know, going into these crazy teen years you want your daughter to be busy." "You know, if she's tied up in sport... she won't have time to go to parties or get caught up with the wrong crowd." "I don't want to get her hopes up in case I can't afford it." "Well, then, let me help you out." "I really want to." "What if I can't pay you back?" "You don't have to pay me back." "Mum, I still feel like I owe you." "She's my daughter." "I should be able to look after her." "And you do, Kate." "But I'm a mum too." "Don't I have a right to... look after my daughter as much as you do yours?" "Katie." "Hi." "Do you need help with anything?" "Em, you want to have a chat?" "Why?" "It's not like you actually tell me anything." "OK." "What do you want to know?" "Why you and Rick really broke up." "Uh, Rick did something." "He made a mistake." "A very big mistake." "He didn't mean to hurt anyone but he did." "What was the mistake?" "It's something I can't tell you." "Why not?" "Sweetheart, I have my reasons." "And I will one day, I promise you." "But right now, all I'm interested in is us." "OK?" "Everything that I do and every decision I make is for us." "Please trust me." "Em?" "Please?" "I can tell you one thing." "It doesn't matter how cranky or how furious you get at me..." "I still love you." "♪ What would you say" "♪ If the lady with the sweet sunshine said" "♪ I want to know you" "♪ What would you do" "♪ If the boy with the sweetest smile said" "♪ Hey, I'm gonna kiss you" "♪ If it were you" "♪ If it were me" "♪ Oh, I want to be wherever you are" "♪ I want to be wherever, wherever you are... ♪" "♪ If you could break off a sliver of the moonbeam's light and shine" "♪ Who would you shine on?" "♪ If you could close your eyes and click your heels together" "♪ One, two, three times Where would you end up?" "♪ If it were you" "♪ If it were me" "♪ Oh, I want to be" "♪ I want to be" "♪ I want to be wherever you are" "♪ I want to be wherever, wherever you are... ♪" "Want me to make you breakfast?" "No." "No time." "And you've got to prepare for court." "Grr!" "Hey, you got an examination notice that you ignored." "That's why you've been called to court." "It's OK." "Just fill the notice out before you go and take it with you." "Just list your employment, income, assets and liabilities." "OK?" "Well, filling out a form won't take long." "Well, you also need to dig up your pay slips, tax assessments and credit card statements." "Are you serious?" "Well, I guess I can find that stuff somewhere." "I heard a rumour about you." "Hey, I promise." "I didn't inhale." "No." "Actually it's not a rumour." "Yeah." "It's on the public record." "It's under your real name." "While all the other kids were playing handball in the quad, you were giving the Defence Force a lesson in online security." "Until I got caught." "But you let yourself get caught, didn't you?" "Get the attention, the recognition." "Sounds like fun." "It's almost as much fun as posing as marketing consultants when you're really investigating us." "I can assure you there's nothing fun about juvenile detention." "He's that guy?" "Cam is the guy who brought down the Defence Force server?" "I'll get I.T. forensics onto his hard drive right away." "No." "Hang on." "I wouldn't jump in so soon." "Why?" "So he can drain the rest of my ideas?" "Well, if it's not him and you accuse him of committing an offence based on a past criminal conviction and you're wrong, well, you're committing an offence yourself." "Besides which, we're not sure it's Cam." "It could just as easily be Eliot." "So, what you're telling me is that you still don't have any idea who it is." "No." "But if Cam knows, you can bet someone else does." "Chad." "Perfect." "Burger down." "Tie on." "We're going to court." "Court?" "What?" "Yep." "You can wear one of Rick's shirts." "Put this tie on." "That's the way." "Hang on, Kate." "I can't." "These pants." "My shoes." "Maybe we should just save it for another day." "No." "No." "It's time for you to learn the art of conducting an examination notice." "You know the basics." "But there's a protocol when it comes to court." "And today's list of debtors includes your old foe, Minnesota Smith." "But, Kate..." "You'll be fine." "Don't even worry about it." "It's not hard." "It's just time consuming." "Meet me in the car." "So we usually give the debtor about half an hour's grace." "Then if they're still not here, we page them over the loudspeaker." "We wait 15 minutes." "If they still haven't turned up, they're a no-show." "Then what happens?" "Uh, the court will issue a warrant and they'll be arrested." "Kate..." "Yeah." "About Minnesota Smith." "Does it matter if I'm seeing her?" "Yeah." "That's what I'm saying." "We'll be seeing her today." "No." "No." "No." "Um, I mean... seeing... seeing her." "You're doing what?" "So you're telling me I send you out to serve a debtor and you serve her something else instead?" "No." "Not instead." "Just... more." "Did she offer sex in exchange for anything?" "No." "She was quite happy for me to serve her." "Do you realise you have risked the entire reputation of our business?" "Yes." "I'm starting to realise that now." "Mr Pierce, thank you so much for coming." "I'll be right in." "Alright." "You stay here." "I'm going to go deal with this." "Is Minnesota going to turn up?" "Yes." "If she's not here by the time I finish with Mr Pierce," "I'm going to have to report her to the Registrar." "And it's out of my hands and yours." "Understood?" "Understood?" "Yes." "Chad." "You want to know if I've seen Drew Ballard's sheets." "Specifically the red silk ones." "And a steam press." "It's for the insurance claim on the burglary." "Rocco, turn that thing off!" "Sorry." "Um, right." "Yeah." "I did see those sheets at his home, and the ironing press thing." "Not that he ever used it - the press, that is." "Hmm." "OK." "Well, if you could just sign here." "This document is legally binding of course." "Mr Jim Christie?" "Yeah." "Bingo." "And you are?" "Michael Hinde." "From Spiralis Financial." "I wasn't expecting you." "Uh, no." "From the Anti-Corruption Commission." "What can I do for you?" "Have you rung Minnesota?" "Yeah, five times." "No answer." "Are you serious about her?" "It felt real." "I'll go get a coffee." "It'll buy her another 10 minutes." "Thank you." "Thanks, Mr Theophanous." "OK." "See you shortly." "Ever heard of a bloke by the name of Michael Hinde?" "Nope." "Well, he's certainly heard of you." "He was from the Anti-Corruption Commission." "Came here to speak to you." "Yeah." "What did he say?" "Was that investment debacle of yours..." "Was that connected to the government in any way?" "I, uh, saw a confidential paper from the Transport Minister showing exactly where the fast train was going to go." "And on the back of that I put the investors together and we bought the land." "And you didn't think for a second that it might be illegal?" "How much trouble do you reckon I'm in?" "Oh, hard to say." "How do you reckon this bloke got your name?" "Maybe one of the other investors." "And have you spoken to your government contact about this?" "Can't find him." "He's gone to ground." "This contact of yours, was he with the Transport Ministry?" "Yeah." "OK." "Well, look, I might know someone who knows someone." "So... leave it with me." "I really appreciate this, Jim." "Yeah." "I gotta go." "But do you mind if we don't tell Kate about this?" "Yeah." "Let's not worry a worrier, eh?" "OK." "It's been 20 minutes." "She's not coming." "Hi." "I just need to sort out a court order for this person." "She's a no-show." "Chad?" "Minnie." "You're here?" "You're not supposed to be here." "Yeah." "No, Kate sprang it on me this morning." "I had to tell her about us." "Hi." "I'm Kate Christie from Sapphire Mercantile." "We almost gave up on you." "Kate's conducting the examination, considering we're..." "It's a conflict of interest." "Did you bring the paperwork?" "Um, no." "You didn't?" "We spent hours on that together." "I probably don't need to complete the exam notice if I've got this." "It's a bank cheque for the full amount I owe." "Great." "Where did you...?" "My parents offered to bail me out." "I'll start getting this processed." "When did this happen?" "This morning, after you left." "But there's a condition." "I have to move back to the Gold Coast and work for them." "Pay it back, every cent." "When are you leaving?" "Today." "Today?" "!" "Dad's paid for a limo to take me to the airport." "So, what?" "It's all over just like that?" "Are you kidding me?" "You're coming with me." "You'll get work over there." "I can't." "Yes, you can." "You're coming with me." "Min, look." "I..." "I can't walk out on Sapphire, alright." "This is the best job I've ever had." "And they kept me on the books even when they couldn't afford to." "You're going to take a job over me?" "No." "No, it's not like that." "Look, I want to be with you." "You know that." "But..." "I owe them." "OK." "Come here." "Ms Olivera is not the tidiest of tenants." "As I already mentioned, although I am the property manager" "I really shouldn't be here without the tenant's agreement." "Yeah." "Well, she's not here, is she?" "So what she doesn't know is not going to hurt her." "I suppose so." "Look, I've got a very fussy mother." "I've got 400K burning a hole in my back pocket." "So I can take it elsewhere, if you like?" "No." "Look, it should be fine." "As long as we're quick." "But please don't touch anything." "Sure." "Hmm." "OK." "A linen closet." "Yeah." "It's got very generous storage, particularly for a place this size." "Yeah." "Uh, does the property have a garage?" "As you can see, there's plenty of room." "You could fit a whole houseful of furniture here." "Yeah." "Right." "You've facked the robbery to get cash." "You've got no respect for yourself, for your club, for your supporters, your code." "Look, I was protecting Lucinda." "She took the stuff." "I didn't want to go to the police..." "Oh, rubbish." "She hasn't got the nous." "But you do." "You think nothing can touch you." "As it turns out, you are above the law." "Only because the insurance company's the team sponsor." "No criminal prosecution." "They will settle for a withdrawal of claim." "Oh!" "Well, that's it?" "Yeah." "Professional sportsman being let off the hook." "Who would have thought, eh?" "Club management are across this." "So you better play like a bloody champion next year, son." "Absolutely." "Just..." "What can I do to thank you?" "Don't be a tool, for starters." "Maybe there is something." "Hey." "Hi." "So did Chad fulfil his merc potential?" "He was professional to a point." "Yeah?" "Minnesota Smith paid in full." "Well." "And then she left for Queensland... permanently." "Is Chad OK?" "You knew about them?" "Who else knew?" "Just me, I think." "Where is he now?" "I told him he could finish up for the day." "Actually, I also need to leave early." "Is that OK?" "Have you got the letters of demand done?" "Not quite." "Why not?" "Uni tutorial followed by a long lunch." "More of a funch really." "'Funch'?" "Don't you know what a 'funch' is?" "No." "It's just..." "It's not that I don't know what a 'funch' is." "It's just probably my 'funch' is different to your 'funch'." "I sincerely hope so." "Who is it with?" "Hi, Dad." "Bye, Dad." "See you, darling." "She's a hard worker that one, putting in the extra time at uni on top of her workload here." "Where's the affidavit folder?" "I put it in the bottom drawer." "Dad, that's not where I put it." "Well, it is a common-use form so it makes sense to put it somewhere with easy access." "But if you have a problem with it, feel free to move it." "I just need to know who's running this business - you or me?" "You are, darling, of course." "Really?" "Thank you." "But isn't the master licence holder entitled to an opinion?" "Dad, I'm happy to have you back." "But it's... you're not going to be back permanently." "Who says?" "I love it here." "I'm really enjoying it." "And what are you saying?" "That I can only stay as long as it suits you?" "What are you talking about?" "What are you afraid of, darling?" "Losing control." "I'm not controlling." "And if I was, who could blame me?" "I'm surrounded by chaos." "Mmm." "Exactly." "You can't control chaos." "So just let it go, run with it." "And, um, something good might happen." "Like getting pregnant at 17 and my boyfriend sending my business to the wall." "That's fantastic, Dad." "Awesome." "Give me some more of that chaos." "OK." "I'll see you at home." "Maybe." "There you are, love." "Thank you, darling heart." "Cheers to you." "Back in the day, when I was in my prime with the Devils, did I ever come across as... arrogant, selfish, beyond reproach, a bit up myself?" "Oh, sweetheart, absolutely." "Yeah." "Well, I thought so." "Oh!" "Speaking of the Red Devils, I got a call totally out of the blue." "They offered me a job with their physio team, starting in a few weeks." "No!" "Yes." "Really?" "I don't know why they thought of me." "Well, how about that." "Cheers to you." "Thank you, dear." "And the mighty Devils." "Hi, Yvette." "Hi." "What are you up to?" "I didn't see you leave." "Yeah." "I got called away." "I'm taking a lateral approach to my marketing." "Working, still?" "Man, you need to rethink your work ethic." "Maybe you should take your lateral approach and meet me at that bar." "What time?" "Um, well, I'm just at my mum's at the moment." "But I can meet you there in, say, half an hour." "My shout... all night." "Sounds like an offer that can't be refused." "Ciao." "That's some work ethic you got going there." "Xavier asked me to come in urgently and back up some files without telling anyone." "Could that be because someone's leaking ideas to Starflex?" "I'm not actually at liberty to discuss that." "Well, maybe we should just ring Uncle Xavier, see what he's got to say." "So what are you going to do now?" "That's disappointing." "I quite liked you." "Well, I'm getting pretty good at disappointing women." "Hey." "I got your text." "Figured I missed the showdown." "Yeah." "Xavier's in there now." "I don't know whether he's going to take it further legally, given she's family." "Yeah." "Some call, eh, ripping off your uncle." "You got any idea why she did it?" "She was frustrated." "All her ideas were overlooked, if not belittled." "Someone from Starflex liked her ideas and made her feel wanted." "Hmm." "Shame." "Uh, for you, I mean." "Your point?" "Well, she fancied you." "Oh, come on." "It's a lost opportunity for a free man like yourself." "You're a free man, aren't you?" "Am I?" "What, you're not?" "I'll file my report from home." "I'll see you tomorrow." "Yeah." "Alright." "Hey." "Hey." "Well done." "Yeah." "We got lucky." "Yeah." "But we make our own luck." "I was just leaving." "Do you want me to leave some lights on?" "Uh, no, no." "I was just dropping some stuff." "Do you know what 'funch' means?" "Do you?" "I asked you first." "Um..." "Well, then, um, yes, I do." "Have you ever had it?" "I believe I have." "It was fun... at lunch... with a special friend." "Oh." "Mm-hm." "And you?" "Yes." "Lots of times." "Mm-hm." "Yeah." "You see, I don't believe you." "Why not?" "You're too sensible." "You don't think I can be spontaneous?" "It's hard to say without proof." "I'll give you proof... if you want proof." "Yes." "It was the kiss that brought them together." "But it's the kiss that will tear this family apart." "It might be a good idea to keep a low profile." "You mean stay clear of Kate." "Tomorrow the fallout begins." "Don't you think you should have told me sooner?" "Your favourite new Aussie drama takes its trickiest turn yet." "I should have known something like this was going to happen."