Between Two Worlds

_

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.

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.

_

Whoa!

Pass me the bucket.

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Careful, careful, careful!

Hey, Mum.

_

- What time can I expect you? - Don't.

Dinner with Marti.

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!

So, I wanna thank Cliff and Deb for having Martina.

- We couldn't be here without you. - 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.

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.

And, uh, one last thing.

Dad.

If you're watching...

my lady's cut from the same cloth as yours.

- Aww. - Sweet.

To Mum, to Marti,

to the lot of us.

- Cheers! - Cheers!

Whoo! Yeah!

Turn around.

One more turn. You ready?

Go!

Come on, let's go!

Hey, here! Yeah!

They'll know tomorrow.

They're gonna wanna run a few more tests. Yep.

Yeah. Listen, I'll call you back.

Okay, 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.

Don't fuss. Hey.

- Do you feel okay? - 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 okay.

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?

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.

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,

- the thought, foremost in all our minds, - _

that this righteous man committed an unrighteous act.

And that, sadly, brings us here today.

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.

Bishop Welles.

You worship at St. Andrews I believe, Mr. Walford.

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 slut. - 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.

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.

- Ah! - Phillip?

_

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.