All language subtitles for City Homicide s03e09 Diggers.e

Cheeky bugger.

Ooh!

Come on, Charlie. That's enough.

You'll have a heart attack
if you're not careful.

Worse ways to go!

Oh, come on.
Let's get you sat down again.

Here you go.

There you go.

OK.

What culinary delights
have they in store for us today?

Let's have a look, shall we?
Yes.

It's mash, isn't it?

Well, it always is.

You want me to
cut up your meat for you?

Not while I can still cut it.

OK. There we are.

We right there now?

Alright, Charlie. Well, um...

I'll see you same time tomorrow. OK?
Yeah.

Now, don't you forget
to lock up. Mmm?

Think I can look after myself.

Think you can too.

'Bye, Charlie.
'Bye.

Smash, reach and turn.
Looks like it.

"Pure cowardice"
is the phrase you're looking for.

Victim is mid-80s minimum.

Multiple blunt traumas
to the face and torso.

At his age, one or two blows
would have done the job.

A war hero too.

Burglary gone wrong?
Yeah.

Looks like
the thief was interrupted,

attacked the old man
and then took off.

Murder weapon?
No, wrong size for the contusions.

More likely, he tried to use it
to fend off his attacker.

A digger to the end.

I've started my crew on a doorknock,

but most of the neighbours
are at work.

We'll try again after-hours.
Good. Thanks, Phillipa.

In the meantime, we need
a line search for one murder weapon,

missing in action.

Any ideas what we're looking for?
A blunt instrument.

That's all we know for now.

Pathology confirmed time of death
somewhere between 1 0pm and 2am.

They'll know more back at the lab.
Anything from Crime Scene?

They're checking for prints,

but it's looking like
a burg first, homicide second.

Killer probably wore gloves.
Who's Simon with?

Robyn Turner. Meals-to-You.
She's the one that found the old man.

She's not answering.
Robyn, it's OK.

We can get someone else
to do the rest of your deliveries.

They'll be so worried about me.

Oh, God, look at the time.
I forgot all about them.

Nick, do you think
Senior Constable Stern would mind

getting one of her uniforms
to drop off the rest of the meals?

I don't think so.
Oh, thank you. Thank you.

Robyn? I'm Detective Allie Kingston.

We'll need you to come with us
and make a statement.

Let's get you home.

Horrible thing is
he's not the first one I've found.

My second year on the job, I, um...
I found Mrs Baker in her bed.

She'd been there all weekend.

Well, she'd had a heart attack
on the Friday and...

..no visitors until I arrived
with Monday's lunch.

So now every time before I arrive,
in the back of my mind,

I prepare myself for the worst.

I had no idea
what the worst could be.

Tell us about the last time
you saw Charlie Porter.

Yesterday.

I delivered his lunch as usual,
sat with him for a while.

He was quite a character.

He was cheeky.

He'd forget things
from time to time, but...

..never his sense of humour.

Did he have many other visitors
other than you?

No.

Well, his son, Andrew,
lives in Adelaide, and...

He rings at Christmastime
and on Charlie's birthday, if he's lucky.

Mrs Turner,
we're operating on the theory

that Charlie Porter was the victim
of a burglary gone wrong.

Yeah, yeah. That's what
it looked like. Yeah.

His place wasn't exactly brimming

with the latest LCDs
and stereo equipment.

Any idea what a thief
might be hoping to steal?

Well, if he's like any of
my other clients, his money.

Oh, it's a common thing
with the elderly.

They lived through the Depression,
and they don't trust banks.

I had one fellow who had $8,000
under his mattress.

So Mr Porter kept his money
in his house?

Oh, well, not that I ever saw.

And I did see a lot of mail
from the bank.

I guess you never know.

Oh, and Charlie was burgled before.

We reported it, but, um,
no-one was ever caught.

We tried to convince him
to get an alarm, but...

..he said it was just
a waste of money.

Oh, Detective Freeman,
I've been meaning to ask you

how your operation went.

Yeah, good, thanks, ma'am.
They took the pin out.

Not setting off
the metal detectors anymore.

So a success?

Won't be running sprints
any time soon, but I'm back.

How are you coping
with light duties?

You mean being
chained to the desk?

I'm coping.

Give me the all-clear from the physio,
I'll put you into the field.

Thanks, ma'am. I'm working on it.

Tried contacting Charlie Porter's son
in Adelaide, but there's no answer.

Local divvies went round there.
No-one's home.

They're gonna keep trying.

I pulled the files on the
prior burglaries at Charlie's house.

No prints, no witnesses.
Same as last time.

Though I did find
something else interesting.

The Lavender Gardens Development.

There's some mob there that want
to develop town houses in the area.

Charlie's the only resident
not willing to sell.

Worth a look.

Guys, just had a call
from CrimeWatch.

They had an anonymous tip-off
about our case.

Person of interest, Trent Jackson.
1 8-year-old junkie.

Lives with his mother,
who's always handy with an alibi.

Divvies reckon he's responsible
for a lot of burgs in the area. So...

Who's free?

Great. Junkies. My favourite.

Should be fun.
A waste of time, you mean?

Trent,can you get the door?

I'll get it.

What the hell do you want?
Detectives Kingston and Buchanan.

So?
So we're here to see Trent Jackson.

My arse, you are.

Not without a warrant.
We just want a few words.

I don't think so.
We've got rights too, you know.

- Jesus, just let 'em in already.
- Why should l?

Excuse me.
You can't just walk in here.

It's breaking and entering.
Would you stop screaming?

Shut up, Trent.
I'm trying to concentrate.

Trent Jackson?
This is a toughie.

Uh, is Trent's mother here?

What's it to you?
Stop pissing 'em about, Mum.

You're Trent's mother?

Crack keeps you young.
What can I say?

Could say you're a dirty crack rat
who had me when you were 1 3.

Why don't you shut your hole,
dickhead?

Trent, we want to ask you
a few questions about a burglary.

He didn't do it.
Interesting. We had a tip-off.

Oh, yeah? Well, he was
here with me all night.

You don't even know
when we're talking about.

Story doesn't change.

Right!

We're gonna need you to come down
to the office with us, mate.

Nope. Not bloody likely. He's not
going anywhere with you two.

No, I'll come. It's no problemo.

Just wait till
I've finished this, yeah?

Yeah, no, Trent,
we're not waiting. Come on.

Uh, no. Don't you touch my son.

Don't you touch him.
You don't want to do that.

Get out.

Settle down.

Settle.
Arggh!

Settled?
Yes!

My tower!

Melinda Jackson,
you are under arrest. Assault...

Leave her alone!
Oi, oi, oi. Stop.

She didn't do anything! Get off her!
Stop right there.

Leave her alone!

Told you this'd be fun.

Nope.

Oh, you want some?
Thank you, Senior Constable.

We'll take it from here.

One charge of assault police,
one charge of resisting arrest,

and if I could, I'd charge you
with really pissing me off.

So where are the bickies?
Last time I was here, I got Monte Carlos.

And a coffee.

Just in case you've forgotten
why you're here, Trent,

we are questioning you
in relation to a homicide.

Homicide doesn't do bickies.

This is typical, this is.

You come into our house,

we're minding our own business,
and you charge us.

Can hardly breathe these days
without being pulled in by you lot.

Try to shoot up on the street,
you get charged.

You try and score a hit

and some Neighbourhood Watch freak
dobs you in.

You know what, Melinda?

I really couldn't care less
how hard it is for you to get a fix.

What I want to know is
how you can afford to score.

Yeah, I used to do a few burgs.

Just, you know,
when we're getting desperate.

But I don't reckon
I've done one for a while.

So I'll ask you again.

Have you ever burgled
Charlie Porter's place,

either last night
or in the past?

Maybe! Serious, man.

I don't remember. I'm
pretty scattered most of the time.

Probably noticed, right?
Never crossed my mind.

You're funny, you are.

What am I supposed
to have stolen anyway?

Nothing was
reported missing last night,

but the victim wasn't exactly
able to do an inventory.

Why not?
He was murdered.

Jeez.

Gotcha.

What about the last time
the joint was done over?

An antique clock
and a set of silver cutlery,

valued at $1,000.

Yeah, right. What would I want
with an old clock and some spoons?

I'd never be able to shift those.

Oh, but I do have a Blu-ray player
and a Van Damme DVD collection

I don't remember lifting. Don't
suppose the guy was missing them?

Yeah. No.

Trent was with me all night.
All day too, for that matter.

Looks like your case is stuffed,
Detectives.

Trent never even left the house.

Last night, I was definitely home.

Why don't you two go out and catch
some real crims, eh? That'd be nice.

Superintendent.

Something we can do for you?

Yeah. Get me a result on this one.

They gave him a DSO.

Distinguished Service Order.

Imagine what he must have done
to snare one of those.

Kill people?

Yeah, and save a few mates' lives.

- We've got a lead on a suspect, sir.
- Good.

That man should never
have died like this.

You find me the coward that did it
so I can nail his arse.

We clear?
Sir.

Oh,come in,come in. I've just
finished the preliminary autopsy.

Now, the abrasions have patterning,

so it could be the weapon
has some sort of rubber grip.

Crime Scene found
broken clear plastic at the house.

Maybe a torch?
It's possible. About the right size.

Oh! And another thing.

The defence bruising suggests

the blows were mainly
from the right-hand side,

which means your killer
was right-handed.

Might help.
But not with charging Trent Jackson.

Trent drank his water,
signed his forms and played Jenga

with his left hand.

As much as I hate to say it,

it looks like Trent Jackson
is not our man.

Jarvis won't be happy.

You're letting him off 'cause
he's left-handed? Could be ambi.

He's also got an alibi.

Pathology narrowed down time of death
to between 1 1 pm and 1 am.

There was a burglary committed
last night in Heidelberg

which has Trent's name
written all over it.

Missing Blu-ray player,
collection of Van Damme DVDs...

Which were in Trent's possession.

And the alarm was tripped
at midnight.

There's no way
that he could have got

all the way from Charlie Porter's
to Heidelberg in that time.

It's not impossible.
He couldn't have got there.

It depends how fast he drove.
He's a junkie. He needs the money.

Two burgs, one murder.
It makes no difference to him.

Just because he's a junkie
doesn't make him a killer.

I have been spat at,
I've been bashed,

I've even been bitten by junkies.

I hate them. I'm the first
to want to pin them.

But this one,
it just doesn't make any sense.

An anonymous tip-off?
Yeah, it is a little strange.

Well, it's all we've got to go on.
The doorknock has drawn a blank.

Can you believe
the neighbours heard nothing?

Or heard something
and didn't bother to check.

Half those people wouldn't even know
who lives in that house.

Smashed glass,
an old man bashed to death

and no-one cares
unless it affects them.

Thanks, Mattie.
Back to the drawing board, huh?

Or not.
We caught a break?

Got another case.
Another burglary. Another body.

Aggravated burglary.
Suspect crowbarred the door.

Resident locked his wife and child
in the bathroom

before going to confront him.

Nick.

Check this out.

Trent Jackson.

It all happened so fast.
I heard a noise.

And I came to check it out.

Excuse me.

She OK?
Yeah, she's asleep, finally.

Oh, it wasn't easy.

Maybe Simon was right.

Violent burg gone wrong,
same as Charlie Porter's.

MO's similar.

Only this time,
Trent Jackson copped it.

Mr Cousins, if you wouldn't mind
coming into the office,

we'll need to
interview you formally.

Why? Scott hasn't
done anything wrong.

We understand you're shaken up, but
we have procedures we need to follow.

That man broke into our house.
He forced open the door.

He's the criminal, not Scott.
Sal, it's...it's OK.

You're not gonna charge him
with anything, are you?

That's a question
for the police prosecutor.

Our job's to gather the evidence.

I'm sorry, Mrs Cousins.
We'll be as quick as we can.

I'll stay until
your husband gets home.

Can you tell us
what happened tonight?

Sure.

I was up late working.

I heard a noise,
like a knocking, a scraping.

And from the stairs, l...

..I saw this guy coming through
the door with a crowbar.

I ran straight back to my wife.

I woke up to Scott shaking me.
He was frantic.

Told me to get up and, um...

..be quiet.

I grabbed Emily
and we ran into the bathroom.

Did your husband say why?

There was a burglar downstairs.

I told them to stay put and not
come out until I came back for them.

And then?
I came back downstairs, and...

And there he was,
ferreting through our stuff.

I just told him to take
what he wanted and then leave.

I even got out some cash for him.
But, uh...

No, he was out of it.

What do you mean, "out of it"?
Drugs.

We see a lot of it around this area.
Heroin, ice.

I'd say speed with him.

And then, all of a sudden,
he came at me with the crowbar.

I heard a crashing sound.

I didn't know what was happening.
We were terrified.

What did you hear after that?
Nothing.

I just tried to calm Emily down.

She was crying.

All I could think about
was what was happening with Scott.

I managed to wrestle
the crowbar off him.

I thought that'd be
the end of it, but...

He got out a knife,
came at me again.

Then what happened, Mr Cousins?
I hit him with the crowbar.

As hard as I bloody could.

So Scott Cousins
is a local councillor.

- Papers are gonna have a field day.
- I can't say I blame him.

If someone busted into my house,
I'd do the same.

- You writing him up?
- Filling in the paperwork.

But his claims of self-defence
seem to hold up.

Nah, not Cousins.

He deserves a medal,
not a court case.

The little scrote
who killed Charlie Porter.

The one who got a nice little visit
from Captain Karma last night.

All due respect, sir, just because Trent
attacked Scott Cousins in this case

doesn't mean
he murdered Charlie Porter.

Come on, Nick. You said yourself
the MOs are the same.

- Similar, not exact.
- Nick's right.

We think Charlie Porter
was hit with a torch.

Trent used a knife and a crowbar at
the Cousins job. Why change his MO?

Probably 'cause he ditched the torch
after the first murder.

He didn't ditch it
anywhere near the crime scene.

We still haven't found it.
So, what's your point?

I just think whatever crimes
Trent committed aren't the issue.

Whichever way you look at it,
Scott Cousins killed him.

Oh, my bleeding heart!

I didn't peg you for a softie,
Buchanan.

Good.

Look. It's a fine line between
self-defence and going overboard.

Your job is to determine
if Cousins crossed that line.

If he didn't,
don't keep him hanging around.

Sir.

Oh, and when you've stopped
fannying around on that,

get me some progress
on the old digger's case,

because either way you look at it,
that one is murder!

Lest we forget.

Scott Cousins was protecting
his wife and child.

Who wouldn't do what he did?

Reasonable grounds, Si.
Trent had a knife.

It was self-defence,
pure and simple.

That was one of
Charlie Porter's neighbours.

He just saw a guy trying to
break into Charlie's house.

NOW the neighbours care.

Police! Stay where you are.
Hands where I can see them.

You're under arrest.
Arrest? What for?

Burglary and entering a crime scene.
What?! You must be kidding.

I'm not a burglar.
This is my dad's place.

I'm Charlie Porter's son.

What are you doing
breaking into your dad's place?

I just got in from Adelaide.
My key didn't work.

The old bastard
must have changed his locks.

And what exactly are you doing?

I thought I might
try and take something

before the solicitor
gives it all away.

This whole bloody house
should be mine!

There's nothing left but junk.

I should have known the cash
would be gone already.

Settle down, Mr Porter.
No, you settle down!

I just found out that my dad
left all his money

to the woman
who delivers his meals!

Here we go.

I'll be back
same time again tomorrow.

Would you like me to
put your bin out for you?

You are a living angel, Robyn.

Not the most robust woman
in the world.

Doesn't take much
to topple a pensioner.

- Thank you so much. 'Bye!
- 'Bye.

I wondered
when I'd see you again.

- Still waiting on her lawyer?
- Yeah.

She's dropped the Mother Teresa act.

Won't say a word
without a suit next to her.

Oh, she's no Mother Teresa.

This isn't the first time
she's inherited money.

Another 1 00 large, in total.

All from oldies
on her lunch delivery route.

Funny thing is, there's next to nothing
left in her bank account.

So, what's she spending it on?

Well, statements show
a whole lot of withdrawals

all made from the ATM
at the local pokie venue.

Robyn Turner has
a serious gambling problem.

The digger and the gold-digger.

News just in.

According to petrol purchases
on his credit card,

Andrew Porter
didn't just arrive from Adelaide.

Got here three days ago.
Before Charlie Porter was killed?

And before he knew
the will had been changed.

OK, drag him in. Put him in room two.
Go hard on him as well.

Looks like they've both
got something to say.

Why would I murder my dad?
For the money.

You didn't know
the will had changed.

Until a few weeks ago,
you were the sole beneficiary.

Until she got him to change it.

Looking for a murderer,
try that bloodsucking bitch.

Yes, I helped Charlie
change his will.

But it wasn't my idea.

It was his.

I spoke with his solicitor
and called his doctor round.

Well, they judged that it was his
decision and he was of sound mind.

Sound mind? He was 89!

He'd only known that woman
for two years.

2 years of nearly 1 00
and he gave her everything!

Maybe you should have
paid a visit more often.

What's the point? He never liked me.
He thought I was a failure.

Lazy. No discipline.

It was easy for her.

She probably thought
he was a lovable old guy.

She didn't have to grow up
in that house with him

and his war nightmares
and his temper.

Your boss at Meals-to-You says

that relationships between
delivery staff and clients

is strongly discouraged.

'Prohibited', I think,
is the term they use.

But I'm not about to drop their food
on the doorstep and run.

Bet the money came in handy
after a bad day on the pokies.

What, you didn't think we'd find out
about your gambling problem?

Is that why
you took the money

from Charlie Porter's cash tin?

What?
You needed that money, didn't you?

Yes, I needed it. I was retrenched.

I haven't worked in over a year.
I live on next to nothing.

Yeah, we know.
We've seen your bank statements.

You'd already spent that money
in your head, hadn't you?

Yes. That money was mine.
It was supposed to be mine!

I was entitled to it. I'm his son,
and I deserved it. All of it.

So how did it work?

Did you start up at Meals-to-You

when your gambling
got out of control?

No! I started at Meals-to-You for
the same reason I started gambling.

My clients aren't the only ones
who are lonely.

After I was widowed, I didn't know
what to do with myself.

It'd always been just the two of us.

Believe me, I needed my clients
as much as they needed me.

And the gambling?

Just a way to...

..pass the time.

To begin with.

Yes, I have a gambling problem.

But if you're suggesting

that I tried to rob Charlie
to pay off my debts, you're wrong!

We're not suggesting that at all.

Thank God.

We're suggesting
that you staged a burglary

to disguise the fact you had
just murdered Charlie Porter

so you could take the money
that he left you.

You were already here in Melbourne
on the night he was killed!

You murdered your father

to get your miserable life
out of the gutter, didn't you?

You've got it wrong, totally wrong.

Do you have an alibi for the night
of Charlie Porter's murder?

What? No!

I was at home, by myself.

I was at a mate's 60th birthday.

That's why I was in Melbourne
in the first place. You can check.

Yeah, we will.

Andrew Porter's alibi checks out.

Apparently, he was stonkered
and passed out on the balcony by 1 1 :00.

I just got word from the DPP -

no charges to be laid
against Scott Cousins.

File it under "l told you so."

Oh, and, uh,
some washed-out harpy's

waiting for you to take her
to the morgue, Buchanan.

Must be your lucky day.

Looks like Melinda Jackson's
ready to ID Trent.

Finally.

You ready?

Dickhead.

Why'd you even go back there?

You're soft. You're too soft.
That's your trouble.

He's a dickhead!

He's an idiot.

You're a stupid, stupid idiot!

Mrs Jackson. Please.
Piss off!

You can't touch the body.
He's mine! You piss off.

Trent, you dumb-arse.

You should never
have gone back there.

Ms Jackson...

This is your fault, this is.
Why are you even here? Hm?

Yes, it's Trent.
You knew that already.

It's a formality.

Formality, my arse.
You're enjoying this.

I promise you, we're not.

Why aren't you asking questions
to the guy who killed him?

The person responsible
has been questioned.

Congratulated, more like.

Yeah, you really piss me off.

Melinda, what did you mean before

when you said that Trent
shouldn't have gone back there?

What?

You said it just before.

So now I'm being questioned?

You really have no idea who you...
Just answer the question, Melinda.

Or what?
You're gonna handcuff me again?

Melinda, don't make this
any harder than it needs to be.

I couldn't put it better myself.

Detectives, this isn't the place
or time for an interrogation,

as you well know.

You OK?

Yep.

Just ask your questions.
Get on with it.

You were talking about Trent
going "back there".

Were you talking about
Charlie Porter's place?

You're still banging on about that?

I thought we were gonna talk
about the guy who killed Trent.

We understand that this is sensitive.
Sensitive?

You're trying to prove
that my dead son's a murderer.

This isn't fricking sensitive.
It's a joke.

Melinda.

We don't want to see
Trent take the blame

for something he didn't do either.

Now, you know where he went
that night, don't you?

He didn't go out.
He robbed a house in Heidelberg.

Trent doesn't do burgs anymore.

He admitted to a Blu-ray player
and some DVDs.

He didn't lift those. He swapped
them with a mate for some gear.

He was just too fried to remember.

Melinda, you don't exactly
have the best record

of being straight with police.

It's the truth, OK?

Trent doesn't do burgs.

So how did he pay for his drugs?

Sex! OK?

Said it was easier than thieving.

So you want to know where he was
the night that old man was killed?

He was getting paid
to take it up the arse.

So I could get my fix.

Done?

We're gonna need a name
so we can crosscheck that.

Sure.

It's not like he's gonna
admit it, though, is it?

Who was paying Trent for sex,
Melinda?

Why don't you ask
the arsehole who killed him?

Councillor Scott Cousins?
Yeah. That's right.

Cousins. That's the maggot.

Scott Cousins was
paying Trent Jackson for sex?

Mm-hm.

This is the same Scott Cousins

that represents conservative
family values in local council?

Suddenly his claims of self-defence
don't seem so cut and dried.

Pull that file back out?
I did.

Send a new brief up to the DPP.
What have you got?

We think things turned ugly,
they fought

and Cousins tried to cover it up
by faking the burglary.

Locking his wife and daughter
in the bathroom for good measure.

It's pretty ruthless.
He lS a politician.

Bank records show weekly
cash withdrawals of $2,000 a week

at an ATM near Yarraford station.

Best place to pick up
freckle-punchers.

Pillow-biters.

Two grand is a lot of money to be
paying someone like Trent for sex.

His reputation as a local councillor
would be shot

if people knew he was
paying young junkies.

And if Trent was pointing this out...
Blackmail.

Good motive for murder.

Hi.
They finally give you a swipe card?

They finally trust me enough

to let me walk from the lift
to your desk by myself.

Obviously don't know you well enough.
Thought you might need this.

Oh! Where was it?
Bedside table.

Where you were
reading it last night.

Must have put me to sleep.
Thanks, Em.

Ciao.
See ya.

Hey, when's Jen back?
End of the week.

We should have a barbecue.
What do you say, Duncan? Allie?

Welcome-back for Jen.
Matt's cooking.

- Yeah, nice one, Mattie.
- Great.

Matt'll give you
the heads-up on the time.

I'll walk you out.
Don't you trust me now?

Not really, no.

Anything on Melinda?
She was fried out of her brain.

So nothing to use against Cousins?
No proof of our blackmail theory?

Nope.
But Cousins doesn't know that.

Did you or did you not
know Trent Jackson?

No, of course not.

Not until he broke into my house.

I can't believe
you're wasting my time with this.

I have a meeting.
The garbos are on strike.

I'm representing the council.

I don't think they'll be
very happy if I'm late.

No. But I'm sure they'd be very
interested in what we've got to say.

What do you think, Scott?

Should we come with you
and ask our questions down there?

We added this shot to a photo board.

We showed it to a bunch of street boys
down near Yarraford station.

Guess who they picked out.

Of course they picked me.
I'm well known.

I'm a local bloody councillor.

The witness statements the boys gave,
they were pretty interesting.

They had a lot to say about you.

Maybe you should read some out
to the good councillor.

Alright.

Alright.

Yes.

I paid Trent Jackson for sex. I did.

It's not something I'm proud of,
believe me. I have a wife and child.

If Sally ever found out...

Trent Jackson was blackmailing you?
What?

No! No, of course not.
Are you sure?

Because we've got
another witness statement here

from Melinda Jackson, Trent's mum,

and she said
some very interesting things.

I was always so careful.

Never on the street.
Always in my car.

Trent must have
found my picture somewhere.

Next thing I know,
he's on my doorstep

threatening to tell the missus
if I don't cough up.

And the night Trent died?
He came around for his money.

Said he wanted to up the fee.

I couldn't afford to keep paying him
forever. I had to make a stand.

He was high, angry. He attacked me.

Everything that happened after that
is exactly as I told you.

It was still self-defence, I swear.

He resigned from council?

Despite the fact
he's never been more popular.

Public think he's a hero
for defending himself.

They think we're
wasting our time investigating.

Yeah, well, public don't know
he was paying his burglar for sex.

Hey, get this.

"The intrusion into my home
gave me the opportunity

"to reassess my priorities, realise
what's really important to me -

"my wife, my daughter."

Yeah, right.

I see you've got the version
for public consumption.

This is from his lawyers.

"Scott Cousins admits
to paying Trent for sex

"and to blackmail payments

"but vehemently maintains he acted
out of fear for his life

"and in self-defence."

Pretty convenient
he had to defend himself

against the guy that was
threatening to out him.

You think Cousins
lured Trent with intent?

Don't you?
It's almost impossible to prove.

Our only witness is dead
and a junkie to boot.

You've got to
give the prosecutor more

if you want them
to take Cousins to trial.

Cousins's version holds up?

Right now, all they've got
is the word of a family man

against a low-life,
blackmailing junkie prostitute.

You want me to send the brief
back up, give me something.

In the meantime, Charlie Porter,
the digger, war hero. Anyone?

Checked the files of
Robyn Turner's other elderly patrons.

None of them died
under suspicious circumstances.

All the pensioners I talked to

describe her as
an angel and a godsend.

Or an opportunist, more like.

So are we discounting Trent
altogether?

- No.
- Yes.

What's he doing robbing some old man
when he's making two grand a week

in blackmail payments,
let alone prostitution money?

He's a junkie
with a history of burgs.

But not violence.
He's a regular ice user.

Not all ice users are violent.
It's a common misconception.

Not in the world I live in.

They can be hostile and aggressive,
but they're not all violent.

OK. Speaking of violence,
any news on the weapon?

No, sir.
OK, keep looking.

If you're so sure

that the Meals lady's your killer,
you need to be able to prove it.

Well, maybe there's another angle
worth exploring.

Remember the
town house developments,

the ones Charlie wouldn't sell to?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, everything seemed kosher
till I did a bit more digging.

And guess who's a silent partner
in the business.

You didn't join the council
to help out the community,

did you, Mr Cousins?

You got yourself elected
to make the community help you.

These 35 town houses
were all set to go ahead.

You had the plans,
you had the permits

and you had purchased all the homes
of the existing residents.

Except one.
No.

Charlie Porter.
Nope.

Who, from all reports,
wasn't very impressed

with your plans
to develop his suburb.

With Charlie out of the picture,
you could go ahead and build, right?

No, this is ridiculous.

Both these cases
have your name all over them.

Charlie Porter was the only thing

standing in the way of you
and the biggest project of your career.

- Must have made you really angry.
- Yes. It did.

I offered him a great deal.
He told me to shove it.

Said he didn't need the money.

Kept going on about
the town he remembered.

No, no. There was
no changing his mind.

There was one way.
No. No. You are way off the mark.

I didn't kill that old man.
I'm not a murderer.

You smug prick.

This is harassment.

You released me yesterday because
you didn't have any evidence.

Which is what we're here to find.

This is a warrant
to search your premises, Mr Cousins.

Don't feel too special.
We've cast the net wide.

Morning, Mrs Turner.
Oh!

Ms Jackson!

Ms Jackson,
we have a warrant.

Melinda!

Piss off!

The warrant.

Will you piss off?

Can I get anyone a cup of tea?

Thank you, no.

These antiques, Mrs Turner -
can you tell us where they came from?

Oh, they're presents
and bequests from my clients.

Is this everything
you've been given?

No. Um, I sold some.

When things got tough.

So these are just the things
you couldn't shift?

Mmm.

What are you even doing here?

You're supposed to be nailing
that poofter council guy.

Yeah, and to do that, we need
to prove he was paying your son.

Is this some of the money
from Scott Cousins?

Yeah. All that's left of it.

We need to check it for prints.

Well, I get it back, right?

It's the proceeds of crime,
Ms Jackson.

No. You can't take that. No!

My wife will be home
in a couple of hours.

How long's this gonna take?
You tell us.

Mr Cousins,
if you've got nothing to hide,

then you've got
nothing to worry about.

You should see this, Detective.

You'd better come with us,
Mrs Turner.

Nice photo.

So I'm a hypocrite.
You can't charge me for that.

Uh, this might help us charge you.

There's blood on these shoes.

Wonder if any of it's
Charlie Porter's.

I didn't kill Charlie Porter!

You had all your debts
written in your diary.

Two weeks ago, you subtracted
the amount of Charlie's bequest.

Why would you do that
before he was dead?

Unless you knew he was gonna die.
Oh, it was a hypothetical.

You're drowning in debt, Robyn,
about to default on your home loan.

You'll lose the house.

How long have you lived
in that neighbourhood?

Nice leafy suburb.
Be a shame to leave it.

I didn't kill Charlie Porter!

But you did kill Trent Jackson!

And you enticed him
round to your house to do it.

And you know what? I bet you thought
that no-one would even miss Trent.

You know what?
His mum does actually miss him.

And I'm not gonna miss
the opportunity to nail his murderer.

Trent blackmailed you. Threatened
to expose your homosexuality.

Something you've fought
your whole life to hide.

So you killed him
in a staged burglary.

Did you get a taste
of how easy it was

after dealing with Charlie Porter?

No! You've got it all wrong.

I brought Charlie food,
gave him company,

took out his bins,

even helped him to the toilet
when he couldn't make it.

You were desperate.
Yeah. Yeah, I was desperate.

And I needed the money.

Charlie Porter
was one of my few friends.

I couldn't hurt him.

I did everything I could
to get Trent off my back.

Even made a tip-off to you lot
about Trent breaking into Charlie's.

Tried to get him arrested
and out of my face.

OK, here's my theory
about that tip-off.

I think you made the call
to cover your tracks.

And to set Trent up
for his own murder.

Another burglary gone wrong.

But this time,
Trent was on the receiving end.

You can't prove that.

And no jury will ever
convict me of it.

Do you have anything
to prove that I did it?

A murder weapon?

Well, you searched my house.
You didn't find anything.

Yeah, maybe that's because we've
been looking in the wrong place.

You'd better be right about this.

It's either here
or number 8 in the next street.

This is number 2.
I'll take number 8.

I'll take this one.
You take that, Si.

Mrs Turner. Very kind of you to put
the bins out for all your clients.

Kind and clever.

It meant you knew exactly when each
area got their rubbish collected.

My lawyer said you can't keep me
here. She's lodging a complaint.

Yeah, well,
that won't be necessary.

New cologne, Joyner?

Sorry to keep you waiting,
Mr Cousins.

If you've got the results, then you
know I didn't kill Charlie Porter.

It wasn't his blood
on my shoes, was it?

Guess you hadn't heard
about the garbos' strike.

Trying to get a pay rise
from their stingy local council.

Upshot is, the bins
haven't been collected.

So all we had to do
was look at your delivery route

and work out whose bins
were due to be collected

the day after
Charlie Porter's murder.

This...

..was still there.

It's got your prints
all over it.

And we're sure the blood
is Charlie Porter's too.

l, uh...

I...I didn't want to do it.

I didn't know that I could.

Charlie was...

..was so nice to me.

I was desperate.

All I could think about
was the money.

How much I needed it.

You were going to
inherit the money anyway.

I couldn't wait that long.

You looked after him. You seemed
to care for him. What happened?

When it comes to getting
money to gamble, I...

.. I have no shame.

You'd even resort to murder.

Poor old Charlie.

When he put her in his will,
he signed his own death warrant.

You're right.

It wasn't Charlie Porter's blood on
your shoes. It was Trent Jackson's.

Which means we have nothing more
to talk about. So,can I go?

Just one more question, Mr Cousins.

What is it?

You say that Trent Jackson was
just there to blackmail you, right?

Yes. Look,
we've been through all this.

So why did he bring a crowbar?
To break into my house.

Why? You knew that he was
coming to get his money.

He didn't need to break in, did he?
I don't know. He was on drugs.

Oh, so he smashed in the door,
risked alerting your wife

and blowing the whole point
of his scam?

Yes.

Well, I don't know. Maybe.

We don't like maybes, Mr Cousins.

Was that your crowbar, Mr Cousins?
No.

It looked brand-new. Have you
been hardware-shopping lately?

No.

We'll check every hardware store
in the city.

It's not mine.

We're going to find out
where that crowbar came from.

And then we'll prove
that your killing of Trent Jackson

was premeditated.

Meanwhile, we'll make
a new report to the DPP.

And they don't like maybes either.

So don't relax, Mr Cousins,
'cause I have a feeling

we're gonna be seeing you again.

- Welcome back, Jen.
- Cheers.

Welcome back.
Welcome back.

Thank you.
So tell us about Counter-Terrorism.

Now, you know I am not
supposed to talk about it.

Come on, Jen!
Alright.

I spent the whole time...

..analysing phone bills.

What?
Really?

Yeah.
You're kidding.

Yes, I am kidding.
Of course I'm not gonna tell you!

She was waterboarding terrorists
if you ask me.

It's good to have you back, Jen.
Thank you.

You know, I can still smell
that rubbish on my hands.

Stench of justice, Si.

Si found the murder weapon
at the bottom of a wheelie bin.

Hero.

Hey, take it easy, Si. We need
that tequila for the margaritas.

We've only got two bottles.
Speaking of margaritas...

How's it going?
Nearly there.

Could you pass us the limes?

Hey, Nick.
Should have brought a keg.

I'll just whack these in the fridge.

Hi.
Hi.

Jen, have you met Nick?

No.

Hi.
Hi.

Um, Jennifer Mapplethorpe.
Nick Buchanan.

Let's get these out here.

Yes.

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