The Secret Daughter

I should take you to the doc's.

No, really, I'm fine.

- My name's Jack. - Billie Carter.

25 years ago, I had a daughter. Never met her.

- You wouldn't be my daughter, would you? - No, Jack.

You'd have been the perfect secret daughter.

The pilot of the doomed chopper

has been identified as Jack Norton.

The hotel tycoon was returning home from Walperinga.

You have a sister no-one knows about.

Do you really think this woman could still be there?

Dad thought so.

If she's legit, I reckon you offer her 25 grand.

Whoa!

- I was worried about my dad. - Was he the guy in the helicopter?

- Bruno warned you, Dad. - It wasn't my fault!

If your dad doesn't come to see me within the hour,

I'm going to hunt him down like the dog he is.

- Do you understand that? - Yeah.

You spoke with my dad when he was here. You're my sister, aren't you?

OK, yes, I'm your sister, and I have to get out of Walperinga right now.

We are leaving town. Get in the boot.

- This is Billie. - Billie who?

Dad's daughter.

G'day.

If I can find her, I'd like to make reparations, you know?

Why wasn't I told about this sooner?

We didn't think you were ready.

I decide when I'm ready, not you.

No, she's lying. She can't be Jack's daughter.

Why not, Mum? Because she's black?

Of course not! That has nothing to do with this!

Guys, she is right outside.

Harriet, you shouldn't even be here.

This is a conversation for adults, darling.

I'm staying!

Jamie, did you mention the 25 grand?

Yeah, you told me to.

- She is taking us for a ride. - No. She is not!

A four-hour car trip and you know her that well?

- She's not like that. - She is using us!

Hey!

What did Jack mean by 'reparations'?

Hey.

I got you the guest suite.

- Just sit down. - Chris, I am not sitting down.

It's just shock, you know? Everything.

Yeah, that's me.

Mum!

I'll just be...

What the hell is going on?

So how do we know she is telling the truth?

This was in Dad's bag.

He wrote her this.

Both of which she could have planted.

That is Dad's writing. Look at it, Chris.

Listen, no matter what we think, Susan is right.

We have to be certain it's her.

We find out if she is legitimate.

Dad.

Dad! Dad!

Dad.

Dad, I want to get out of here.

- Hey, can you help me? - Of course.

Thanks.

- Do you know the Salt Club? - Sure do.

Yes, lovely, lovely.

Dad, where did you go? Call me as soon as you get this.

Brian? Connie.

Sorry I'm late. Traffic was a nightmare.

You said you were 39!

- Did I? - Yeah!

On your profile page you said... You rhymed.

You said, "I'm 39 and I make wine."

I loved that.

You are Brian, right?

Who else would I be?

- I've never used a dating app before. - Ahh.

But my friend Nessa, she met her husband online.

But he turned out to be a psycho. You're not a psycho, are you?

Not as far as I know, Connie.

Billie. Are you OK?

Yeah.

The others are ready to talk now.

OK.

Are you playing us?

- Pardon? - Come on.

Dad went looking for his daughter. He went to her.

Billie didn't start this.

Do you have any photos of Jack from when your mother was with him?

Anything that proves what you say?

No.

- Look... - Did he talk about us?

On his last night, did he say anything about us?

Of course. He said...

Susan, I just don't think she'd understand.

She'd judge me.

Even more than I judge myself.

He said you made him very happy.

And you.

My oldest boy Chris is all work, work, work.

It's all we've got in common.

I can't remember the last time I saw him smile.

Jack said he was proud of you managing the hotel,

doing all the work.

And you.

My daughter Harri.

Oh, she is a firecracker.

Oh, you'd like her.

He said you were a firecracker. Couldn't stop talking about you.

As you can imagine, it's all... it's just been such a shock.

I've got so many questions to ask you about Jack.

How did he find you? Did you know he was looking for you?

Can we save the rest till tomorrow?

It's been a long day. For all of us.

Yeah. I suppose we can wait till tomorrow morning.

Thank you.

- Can you get to your room OK? - I'll take her.

Thanks.

I'm sure the adults want to talk now.

It was nice meeting you all.

So... we're sisters.

I guess. Half sisters.

- Never had a black sister before. - Never had a white one.

This is your room.

I'm sorry they are being such dicks to you.

I'm just upstairs if you need anything.

Thanks.

Hey.

I'm sorry about your dad.

Yours too.

No, I didn't know him, not like you did.

He was pretty cool.

- There you go, sir. - Thank you very much.

I'm normally a bourbon and coke man, but this is not too shabby.

No, sir.

No, at 200 bucks a bottle, it better be good!

Well, you did say you wanted to spoil me.

Oh, what is mine is yours, Connie.

- Mm! Cheers. - Cheers.

Here's looking up your skirt, eh?

Hey, girl.

- Bill, hey, are you OK? - Yeah.

Look what the Rossis are doing.

Bruno is after his 20 grand.

So much crap!

- Have you got anything? - Nah, nothing!

Do you want me to call the cops?

No. No cops.

Listen, don't come home, alright? Not yet. They're waiting for you.

- Where are you? - I'm... I'm just out of town.

I've got to go. I'll call you as soon as I can.

Yeah. Love you.

That's very funny, Connie.

But you know, really, you've got to be very, very careful with the vine.

- The vine? - Yeah.

Most people think it's the grape you've got to worry about.

- No, that is a common mistake. - Mm.

It's the vine where you get all the flavour, texture, oomph.

- Oomph. Mm. - Mm.

You don't know the first thing about wine, do you?

Well, I know how to drink it, Connie.

And you're not Brian, are you?

Do you even have a job?

I'm sort of between things at the moment, Connie.

So how are you going to pay for this?!

- Connie. - Mm?

You want to have some fun?

Ooh, yeah.

Take off your shoes.

- Is that all you want me to take off? - Oh, we'll get to that.

Now... run.

Hey!

Oh, God!

Hey!

Zoe, stairs! Cut them off at the back.

Dad, I've been looking for you for half an hour.

Where are you and what are you doing?

You're going to get bloody arrested.

Get my leg over! There it is!

Oh! That's a big horn!

Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet, darling!

Oh, what was that? What was that?

Oi.

Who the hell are you?

I'm his daughter.

Eh? What?

Yeah, even looking like this.

Sorry, Connie. It is me daughter.

She works part-time for the fun police.

- Get out. - Oh!

Can we avoid the bit where you get all yelly?

No, we can't. Doing a runner? Are you kidding me?

I've got to say goodbye to Connie properly.

We shall meet again, my dear.

Got to go, I'm in trouble.

You've got lipstick on!

- You got any money? - Nuh.

About sixty cents.

- Where we going? - Back to the hotel.