Between Two Worlds

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This sees you down on the canvas and the count is ten.

Well? No more crying corruption, or the original goes public.

Must make you a very proud parent.

I grieve,

sharing that grief with the even greater grief of his wife,

Rebecca, and his daughter, Georgia.

You ruined him.

Her husband's dead. He shot himself because of you.

He was weak.

Who's mourning?

Georgia has something. Shame she's a slut.

Don't.

Tell her I'm grateful. Give her the boot.

I like her.

Tough.

You must feel something!

You are pissed.

I'm Julian Lee, a cardiologist, Mr. Walford.

Would it be wrong to ask to see you, away from here?

What about a transplant? A healthy new heart?

This is ridiculously premature.

Make it happen!

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You've got nine months to save,

because the wedding registry's gonna be fierce,

and wish me luck off the rookie list.

Might even be marrying a premiership winner come Christmas.

Hey, coach?

Think positive.

Here, my footy, my footy!

It's your fifth concussion. No game's worthy dying for.

Marti must be wondering who she's going to marry now.

We're such a cliche.

Huh?

The girls watch a tearjerker

while the groom has his last night of quote unquote freedom.

Two.

Bro.

On your buck's night?

With the cost of the honeymoon...

I thought he'd pull a no-show.

Hey, watch it, dickhead.

Danny.

Whoo! Hey!

What? What?

Energy on sale. Added bonus.

Energy's sorted. How about both, next week?

Now or never. I'm off the market after tonight.

- Piss off! - Oh, easy bro.

- I am not your bro. - Ooh, touchy. Feely.

Come on.

Whoa!

- Yeah? You wanna go? - Yeah!

- Yeah, ya gonna go? - Yeah!

- Hey! - Come on!

He was being a dick!

Ambulance!

- (MAN) Give 'em room! - Recovery.

What are you doing?

Later.

Danny, can you hear me? Danny?

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 like they said. No hope.

He's being prepared for organ donation.

Marti?

She's accepted.

She needs you.

Come on. Thank you.

That's it?

They're saying their goodbyes.

Sophia would want you to pay your respects.

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.

I assume he stashed stuff there.

I don't know. Maybe, he didn't say.

He wasn't thinking straight.

Dealing on his buck's night? You reckon?

Now we have to make sure it's fine

when they clear out his room, or if the cops get wind,

He did it to pay for his honeymoon.

I don't want excuses.

You know where the spare key is.

Turn over his room, and no sign you've been there.

Check his computer, too. You got the password?

Dannydickhead.

Sophia's got enough heartbreak without this.

What a screw up.

Dannydickhead.

I know that obituaries have been prepared

for my husband in most media offices.

One day they'll be used. I feel not today.

Bart and I pray for the soul of whoever died,

to give Phillip hope. I also pray for their loved ones

who are in sorrow, that my husband might live a fuller life.

I wish I knew their names, so I could assure them

that we will do our utmost

to make sure that he honours their loss.

Thank you.

He doesn't deserve a fresh heart to pump venom through his veins.

I trust you. I do trust you, I do.

Make the world a better place.

Let him die.

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All being equal, he'll be home in weeks

and back at his desk in months.

If you'd like to...

I love you.

Do your best.

I've felt lots of things about him over the years, most bad.

Sympathy's a new take.

Mummy's almost drained me of mine.

Mm, what now?

So before, God was the enemy.

Now she's praying he'll play hitman.

So much for rehab.

Yeah, well, I doubt any twelve step program can cover

her level of dysfunction.

What?

They're callous, corrupt, venal,

and we still can't cut them loose.

What's that about?

Callous, corrupt, venal. We're just chips off the old block.

You'll come back?

Months of the lord and master have worn me down.

- (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) - You seemed to cope.

It's my job to.

Well, they say transplantees can mellow.

Mm.

Or he might stay the same obnoxious bastard

with a new lease on life.

Your humour's been a godsend, if it's at all possible.

I'll see how I go.

Question, if I may.

Please.

Why do you stay?

I'm surprised it took you so long to ask.

He wasn't always like this.

For auld lang syne?

If it were only that simple.

I can recover just as well at home.

You'd be there if you could. Three weeks plus.

Three? I thought it was less.

Well, you've had a few complications.

You're fine, but absolutely not.

What are you smirking at?

The novelty of seeing you told.

What have I said? No bloody flowers.

I'm sorry.

It's alright.

We will be thrilled to ship you out of here as soon as we can.

Am I to admire your bluntness?

Well, subtlety hasn't worked.

You're lucky you saved my life.

You've been given a second chance.

Find better ways to use it than being a prick.

You're letting him get away with that?

Yeah, for now.

These make it more final than the funeral.

What do you want to do with them?

We'll scatter them in the new year,

on the oval, same as your Dad's.

He'd like that.

Mm.

Until then, his room.

I can do it.

No, I can't stay out of it forever.

You alright?

It's where he still feels alive.

But he's not.

You were on his computer.

No.

It's open.

I came in to get his suit for the undertaker, that's all.

He always closed it. Always.

He must have just been excited about getting to his buck's night.

Mm.

Last goal, Danny boy.

Fly high.

Mrs. Grey, do you have anything

to say about the coward's punch on your son?

- How do you feel? - How do you think she feels?

Okay, move back. Give her some space, please. Move back.

I feel...

I feel sad.

We're all sad. Too sad for anger and recriminations.

The law will find the right or wrong of it.

Our one consolation is missing from the ashes that we scattered

are the organs that have gone to helping others.

If anyone wants to honour Danny,