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Right now you're just not
a good look for the DPP.

You think it's a good look
to have me sidelined?

Come on, David. That's the quickest
way for all of us to look guilty.

You find out which one of
those five ratbags

nicked the bloody file,
and you're back in business.

So, what's it like in the office?
Janet's head on a plate yet?

I just want to know if I said
anything, at the Christmas party.

Anything about the AG,
about Janet's memo?

I'm not going to reveal my source.

I'm Danny Novak's daughter.
All through high school

I was called 'the gangster's girl'.
Danny Novak?

Something like
17 assault convictions,

three underworld murder trials,
and got out of all of them.

Well, considering Joanne's saying
she didn't do it...

What, you think she's telling
the truth? About who killed him?

Who knows. About everything else,
all the abuse.

You're telling me
you now have no witness?

And regrettably, I have not
a single thing I should have.

Next.

(Sighs)

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If you score Judge Walker
again today,

just call the listing clerk
and get out of it.

I can't do that!

Everybody does it.

Do any of these smart lawyers
consider

the judge might find out
they're being avoided?

Bribe the listing clerk
to keep quiet.

Judges can afford
much bigger bribes.

Do you really think they'd bother?

I think Walker might.
I'm sport to that woman.

All yours.
No, it was my turn last time.

I don't think so.
Ah, it was.

I remember. You had an extra shot.

It wasn't, you don't and I didn't.
Skinny flat white.

I know, Tatum, I know.
I'm keeping track!

Morning, Harry.
Morning.

Your book group's still ploughing
its way through the Russians. Yeah.

I believe I've been summoned.

Janet, hi, sit, sit.

You've still got journalists
camped out on your front lawn?

Oh, there's a couple of diehards
still baying for my blood,

but I'm not quite as exciting
as an attorney-general

with a penchant for turtlenecks.

(Chuckles) There is a God after all.
Tracey will be pleased.

I want you back in the fray.

Sounds ominous.

A spot of filicide for you.

Let me guess.

A woman's killed her children.

You want me to prosecute, so the jury
think there must be something

in the charge of murder if it's
another woman running the case.

See? You don't even need
to read the file.

I was actually quite enjoying
my time in the wilderness,

writing the odd advice,
catching up on paperwork. Sorry.

I need you back on deck,
but I'd gladly take your job

and write the advices.

How many journos on your front lawn?
It's not the journos who bother me.

Police getting anywhere?
Not yet.

How quickly do you think we could
replace five junior solicitors?

Andy Campbell will
brief you on Mrs Wallace.

How many kids?
Two. Drugged and smothered.

Lovely.
Welcome back.

(Chuckles)

How's the sabbatical?

I've got a murderous mother
and a couple of dead kids

to stop me from getting bored.

Lucky you.

I hear Janet's back in action.

Word travels fast.

Well, I'm not exactly flat out.

It'll be a while before anything's
happening with the McMahon murder.

Janet's the right person for this,
Tony.

Oh, just like Rhys is the right
person for the boltcutter babes.

Tony. It's lucky I'm not paranoid,
isn't it?

God!

Roberto Bianchi. Rock muso.

Yeah, no kidding.
Skinny flat... whoa!

I need to get to the gym more.

Some... once.
Who's your friend?

He's no friend of mine.
This man's a murderer.

Really? Who'd he kill? Girlfriend?

No-one yet.

Right, you've lost me.

This man's been
rampaging round the country,

infecting women with the HIV virus.

And all he's been charged with
is GBH.

So no-one's died?

Not yet. But they might.

Interesting if someone did die.

Well tragic, obviously,
but legally interesting.

If he's convicted of GBH,
then one of the victims dies later,

would there be an issue
with double jeopardy

in prosecuting him for murder
arising from the same act?

Well, if they die
within a year and a day,

I guess you actually
could be looking at murder.

Well, you also need to think about
whether you can charge him with GBH,

if there was no actual transmission
of the virus. Get this.

The State Chief Health Officer
is launching a public appeal

for any other women who've had
unprotected sex with him

to come forward. How many is he
charged over at the moment?

One.
And how many do they think...

According to what he's told
the police, maybe 20.

20.20?!

It'd be wrong of me to even think

that that was in any way impressive,
wouldn't it?

It's like he's doing his very best

to eradicate
the female of the species.

Well, has he made any admissions?

About the sex, yes. He says he told
her about his HIV status,

she says he didn't.

Well, I guess that's the problem
with assault cases

arising from sexual encounters.
You have no independent witnesses.

The victim, Sandy McDowell,

sounds like she's completely
shit scared and traumatised.

Well, it's a good action for a civil
case for nervous shock.

Ah, my internet's down.

Hmm?
No, no, no!

I need you, my friend,
today of all days.

Your office.
OK.

This place shits me.
Nothing ever works properly.

Do you want me to have a go?

I do know how to access
the internet, Richard.

OK. Another reboot?
I could try IT again.

Bastard!

I have to do some work.
And I need the net!

OK, well use your phone if you're
that desperate to get onto Facebook.

Oh, you don't understand.
It's not a question of access.

It's a question of printing.
Mm-hmm.

Oh, Tracey.
At last, divine intervention.

Looking for work?

What an unexpected surprise.
Bail applications.

I know how much you enjoy them.
They're for this morning. Richard!

Something weird's going on
with the internet in this office.

We can't access it.
Some of us can.

Lucky for you.
You can look at porn all day.

You have word processing,
access to the intranet.

Oh, I do love a secure,
unhackable internal network.

And you've got access
to the court lists.

You don't need anything else
to do your job.

Why are Richard and I
being picked on?

All those under suspicion
of leaking the file

have had their internet
access suspended.

Oh, David has a delicious sense
of irony, don't you think?

These should keep you entertained.

Sorry, no sex for you today.
Hmm.

This is crap. What about our rights?

Isn't there a law against this

in the industrial relations
statute somewhere?

You could use the intranet to
research that, if you wanted to.

This is discrimination,
pure and simple.

Well, take it up with David
if you like.

Although I wouldn't recommend it.

How am I supposed to organise
my wedding without the internet?

(Knock at door)

Come in.
Out of the wilderness.

David just wants me
for my chromosomes.

Yeah, we'll need them.

This has just landed. I haven't had
a chance to look at it yet.

OK.

If you didn't know, you'd think
they were asleep, safe and sound.

OK, now we got a call from
Josh Wallace.

He'd come home from work,
found his two sons,

aged eight and 11,
unconscious, not breathing.

His wife had sustained cuts
to both inner arms.

Any signs of violence?
Only to the wife.

Kids were lying peacefully
on their beds.

Forced entry?
No.

Any sign of struggle?
None.

Leading you to conclude...
Well, mother drugged the kids,

suffocated them
then tried to top herself.

'Each unhappy family.'
Mm.

Is there anything interesting in
the mother's record of interview?

No comment.

Who's acting for her?
Uh, Lisa Rolley.

She would have told her
to keep quiet. Forensics?

Waiting on the toxicology reports

just to confirm there
were drugs used.

Autopsy? Confirms both boys
died of asphyxiation.

Is the mother in custody?

Been in a secure hospital
since then, on suicide watch.

Did she leave a note?

Any gossip from nosy neighbours,
extended family, friends...

Quiet, loving family.
Everyone's shocked.

Can't believe what happened.
Same as always.

Right.

Well, the defence will raise
mental impairment.

But the question is,
when did it occur?

Did it lead to the killing,
or was it a result of the killing?

Well, that's if you believe in
mental impairment at all.

You don't?
I think it's just a term

to describe an act we find offensive
or shocking or incomprehensible.

A legal construct to relieve people
of moral responsibility?

Allows people
to get away with murder.

You may be ahead of the rest of us.

Some states in the US have started
banning the insanity defence.

That's remarkably sane for a place

that allows ordinary citizens
to carry handguns.

They also have a Bill of Rights, and
no foreign monarch on their currency,

but they do like
cheese in a spray can.

I'll give you a call when I've been
through the file thoroughly.

Let you know my thinking.

Yeah, don't be too soft-hearted.

Why do you think David gave it to me?

Janet, hi.
Can I get you a cup of tea?

Headache's part of the job.

Starting to learn that.

Do you...
have anything interesting on foot?

Does a mother killing her two sons
count as interesting?

Why do the women here
get landed with the female killers?

I mean, I know why, but why?

You're on the Mervich case
with Rhys, aren't you?

The boltcutter babes? I've been
having nightmares about it.

Don't tell any of the boys that.
I know.

Why should having an emotional
response to something

be automatically
regarded as a weakness?

Feel what you like outside. In here,
you're paid to be objective.

Doesn't it wear you down?

It's what stops wearing you down.

Look on it as self-preservation,
if it helps.

Do you mind if I ask

what was wrong with the woman in your
filicide case? Depression?

Wrong?

There's got to be something wrong
with you if you kill your children.

You think
it's a crime against nature?

Don't you?

Well, not necessarily. People kill
their kids for all sorts of reasons.

I guess it's Medea's fault.
She started it.

Medea was framed.
By Euripides.

Other sources of the time

say that the children were killed
by the good citizens of Corinth.

Really?

You can't believe
everything you read.

But was your defendant
in her right mind?

Should I ask her if there was a
policeman standing at her elbow?

Uh, a policeman...?

It's a modification of
the McNaughton test, which is...

Oh, McNaughton's the basis for
the common law defence of insanity.

Says that it's not fair to hold
a person responsible for acts

he or she couldn't control
or didn't recognise as wrong.

Very good.

Where does the policeman's
elbow fit in?

Well, it poses the question -

would the defendant still have
committed the crime

if there were a policeman
standing at her elbow?

I bet Tracey lies awake at night
planning evil deeds.

She's so Old Testament.

Well, at least
you're not a Jihadist.

I don't have time for this.
I have a traumatised woman to avenge.

I must have like
20 bail applications to oppose.

Assaulted police officer,
resisting arrest,

three previous failed to appears,
massive priors, blah, blah, blah.

Nothing original.

I'd better get in there
and sort this out. You coming?

No. I've got to find my witness.

You need to talk to your witnesses
earlier.

See ya.

That is the first time
I've ever seen her carry anything.

Good to see the DPP out in force,
keeping the streets safe.

Hey, Andy.

I thought that was your job.

So what use are you, then?

I'm here for a man who can't seem to
keep his trousers on.

Screw the bastard.

Oh, I will.

Bob Burton?
Where is this guy?

What's yours?
Assault.

Better than a flasher.

Tracey's system's failing. I'm
meant to get the crappy sex stuff.

Not anymore.

Are things OK with
your brother now?

Word travels fast.
Sorry.

It's OK.
That place is like gossip central.

He's fine. I'm the one who's
about to be disinherited.

Julie, hey.
Hi. I can't really stop.

Are you OK? Anything we can do?

You've already helped.

Rosenberg can't stop talking about
you and your enquiring mind,

and a happy Rosenberg
is much easier to deal with.

She looks like she's been crying.

Spending time with a judge
will do that to you.

Tell me about it.

This research is excellent.

Oh, good.

Should I leave you to yourself?
It is your office.

No, no, of course not.

Do you want to discuss...

If it's something personal, I...
I'm fine, thank you.

I'm not fine, actually.

My sister has been arrested.

Sorry, it's just happened.

Although I suppose I'm obliged to
disclose that anyway,

because of my position.

Yeah.

Tell me what's going on.

Drugs.

Serious drugs?

Heroin?

I see.

She could be eligible
for a diversion program.

As an alternative to prison.

But...

Her criminal record is a problem?

Yes. It is.

If someone could talk to
the magistrate at the Drug Court...

Yeah... What you're...

What you're asking me to do is...
I...

I know.

She needs help.

You wankers lawyers?
Ah.

Mr Burton.
Richard Stirling. DPP.

You must be my wanker, then.
Charming.

So, what time's this thing start?
Well, we've got about half an hour.

I'd like to go over your statement
with you first,

explain what you can expect
in court.

As long as you buy me breakfast.
What?

Two days without eating, mate.

I'm broke, see?

You don't want me fainting in there,
do you?

Well, as long as we can go over
your statement too.

Yeah, sure.

You don't have to do this.

He's all I've got for this case.
I'm not going in without a witness.

Time's ticking, mate.

Go get 'em, Tiger.
Mm-hmm.

So, you and the defendant,
Mr Johnson,

were at a pub playing pool,

and there was
some sort of disagreement.

Bastard cheats.

You accused him of cheating.

Well, I wasn't going to let him get
away with it, was I?

And then?

Picked up his cue, took a swing.

Hitting you in the head.

Broke the cue. Stupid prick.

Ahh.

Couple of doughnuts and a coffee
would do the trick.

Making up for two days of starvation
here, mate.

No.
You're bullshitting me.

You've already had two sandwiches.
(Phone rings)

Excuse me, I've got to take this.
Richard Stirling.

Oh, I've been waiting to hear
from you people.

Wait listed? What?
It's just a tenancy issue.

No, of course my tenant's not going
to cooperate, is he?

That's why I've gone to the tribunal.

Thank you so much.

We have to go.

Yeah, court's not my idea of
a good time, you know.

I mean, I'm doing you
a favour here.

No, you're here because you have
to be. You were subpoenaed.

You're a tight-arsed prick,
aren't ya, eh?

I could just bugger off
home right now.

Do that and you'll be
in contempt of court.

Which is a criminal offence.

Mr Burton,
can you tell us in your own words

what happened during that pool game?

Mr Burton?

You and the defendant
were playing pool.

Ah, don't remember.

You met him at the pub for the
specific purpose of playing pool.

Never seen him
before in me life.

Mr Stirling,
I congratulate you

on actually having your witness
in court this time,

but I do suggest it would be
to your advantage

to have a witness who's
willing to testify.

Yes, thank you, Your Honour.

I'm attempting that.

Mr Burton, may I remind you that
you are under oath here.

You are obliged
to tell the truth.

Wasn't there, didn't see him,
don't know nothin'.

Happy to have the case against
my client dismissed, Your Honour.

Mr Stirling?

If you would bear with me for
just a minute, Your Honour.

I have a photo of
you at the hotel.

Perhaps that will jog your memory.

You were happy for me to
buy you breakfast

and tell me about the assault
this morning.

Didn't tell you shit.
You are lying!

Mr Stirling!
You cannot attack your own witness.

This rich prick of a lawyer
wouldn't even buy me a coffee.

Well, I can't buy anyone
a coffee now, can I?

You stole my wallet
while I was on the phone.

Well, you bloody well deserved it!

All I wanted was a coffee
and a doughnut. Cheap bastard!

I believe that is a confession
to theft, Your Honour.

We withdraw.

Dismissed.

Oi, Richard. Wait up!

I'm not in the mood, Tatum.

What up, dude?

No more hood speak, thanks.
I've had enough of that.

What happened in there?

Judge Walker must put in a special
request to sit in on my matters.

Next time I'll take
the bail applications.

All yours, honey. Boring as.
This girl needs some action.

And she's about to get it!

I might leave you guys to it.

You're the handsomest man
I've ever seen.

So, what's this emergency?

I need you to print these out
for me from the net.

Wedding dresses?

Yes.

Why don't you just print them
out at work?

Technical difficulties.

I work in a car yard.
Yeah.

And you want me to print out stuff
like this there?

Dad's coming round tonight.

Yeah. I'm not going to forget
something like that, am I?

We just have to tread softly-softly.

No kidding.
He does love you.

But not as much as I do.

I guess that's something, then.

Alright.
Thanks, babe.

OK.

Thanks for bringing my files back.

Richard Stirling, beast of burden.

Does the beast want to interview
Sandy McDowell for me?

It's not going to be fun.
The HIV positive woman?

Nothing I'm going to say
will make her feel any better.

What's the guy looking at?

Well Section 35 of the Crimes Act
says ten years

for recklessly inflicting GBH.

If we could show intent,
we could lock him up for 25.

Intent in that situation
would be pretty hard to prove,

short of threatening someone.

Oh, ten years.

While she's facing at the very least
a life of full-on medication.

Well, at least it's not
the death sentence it used to be.

It's enough to put you off
casual sex for life.

It's not exactly something
you need to worry about, is it?

Or you.
Thanks, Tates.

Oh, just for now.
That's all I meant.

Don't get all thingy.

Now, you need to see
these wedding dresses.

They're so much better than the ones
we were looking at.

Your internet access
was removed for a reason.

That's my phone!

Sandy, tell me what happened.

I'd had a few drinks,
and he was so...

You can say it. He was hot.

..gorgeous.

Did you ask him if it was safe?

He should have told me it wasn't.
Isn't there a law about that?

It's an offence under the Public
Health Act, but it's not a crime.

So if it's not a crime, does that
mean he gets away with it?

I'm so confused.

There's no explicit duty to disclose
your HIV status under the Crimes Act.

But the police have charged him...
The fact that he didn't tell you

indicates he was reckless
in his behaviour towards you.

Reckless about
whether you were infected or not.

I was reckless too.
Won't that count against me?

You agreed to have unprotected sex.

I'm never having sex again.

But you didn't agree
to have unprotected sex

with someone
you knew to be HIV positive.

No, I didn't.

And Roberto Bianchi
is the only person

you've had unprotected sex with
recently?

You think I'm stupid, don't you?

Um, no, I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to imply...

But you did.

Uh, we have your
medical records here.

I slept with Roberto once.

Once, and I was drunk.
I mean, who hasn't done that?

I bet you have.

Yes, I have.

And you're alright, aren't you?

I'm sorry. You were unlucky, yes,
but he should have said something.

I think I knew
in the back of my mind

sleeping with Roberto was stupid.

A guy in a pub band.
I could have caught anything.

And when you got your
positive diagnosis,

there was a six-month gap between
your diagnosis and you reporting it.

I was so...

I couldn't deal with it.

How many more women do you think
he slept with in that time?

David says you've started work
on the Wallace case.

More happy families, yes.

Do you know who you want to
put on it?

I was thinking Erin.

She is already instructing on
the Mervich case with Rhys Kowalski.

It's a big job.

We've already had some
preliminary discussions about it.

Ben McMahon's been pretty quiet.

We've been keeping him
on lighter stuff

since his grandfather's murder,
but I think he's ready for more.

He could be good.

You've always been keen on
the handsome young men, haven't you?

He's very bright. I think he's been
underutilised in his time with us.

I'm sure you do.

And a male perspective
could be useful in this case.

Oh, but it's your choice, of course.
Yes, it is.

Thank you, Tracey.

Erin, you busy?
Yes.

No. No. Come in.

How would you like to add another
murdering woman to your workload?

The one who killed her kids?
Got it in one.

To be honest, I'm not sure.

Was it something I said?

Well, you said
I needed to be objective.

Objectively, I don't think
my subjective responses

are quite ready to tackle two
of these things at the same time.

Have I just blown my career
out of the water?

No, I appreciate your honesty.

But remember, if one of the blokes
ever offers you something like that,

it might be prudent to take it.

Pity the defendant's not a bloke.

Blokes always get done for murder
in these things with kids.

Juries think men do it deliberately
for revenge,

but believe women do it
when they're off their heads

from hormones and PND.

The hormone thing doesn't necessarily
work to a woman's advantage.

Looks like it from where I sit.

Thanks.

Being at the mercy
of our so-called hormones

is what stopped women getting jobs
as pilots and astronauts.

Can't have people doing those jobs
who go mad once a month.

I sit corrected.

Perhaps you think Mrs Wallace was
just a good old-fashioned hysteric,

a kind of throwback
to Victorian times.

OK, I won't mention hormones again,

or the fact that my testicles
are now microscopic.

We're just debating an approach
the defence might take, aren't we?

Yep.

Working with Janet King again?
People will start to talk.

You've got to concentrate.

She doesn't let you get away
with anything.

She's alright. I like her.

She liked what you did with the baby
in the car thing though, didn't she?

Yep. She also told me that she
and David were going easy on me,

so it was a kind of test.

This time it's for real. What, dead
baby's a test? How wrong is that?

Well, this one is dead kids.
I'm detecting a pattern.

She got you scared?

No way.
Sounds like it.

We're both alphas, so it's bound
to make things interesting.

She's more alpha
than you'll ever be. Oh, please.

You just can't hack working with a
smart woman who knows what she wants.

I know what she really wants.

Oh please, can you keep it
in your pants for once?

Janet gave me a lecture about women
getting it rough through history

because of hormones
and stuff like that.

So, I did my research.

So I'm prepared for the next time
she throws that stuff at me.

Research? Mm-hmm.
She has got to you.

Well, did you know, Richard,
that during the Victorian times,

one of the recommended cures
for female hysteria

was the manual stimulation of
a woman's genitals, by her doctor,

until she underwent
'hysterical paroxysm'?

You're making this up.
No, seriously. True story.

And it gets better.

Apparently the doctors didn't like
giving this form of treatment

because it took too long!
(Groans)

They thought it was tedious.
Watch yourself.

Clearly I'm no doctor.
Clearly.

And that is how the vibrator
was invented.

Seriously.

Janet King is going to
eat you for breakfast.

I'll drink to that.

Yumma-yumma.

Janet! I think we should pursue
a murder charge.

No hormones?

I believe we can show
mental capacity.

Where's the evidence of intention?

The fact that she sedated
the children before smothering them

would indicate she thought she was
doing something distressing to them.

'Something distressing' might not
establish mens rea, but go on.

She tried killing herself
whilst waiting for the ambulance.

Doesn't that suggest she knew
she'd done something terribly wrong?

Do we know that the deaths
of the children

are definitely the reason
she attempted suicide?

She'd just killed her own children.

It's not exactly
a stretch of the imagination.

What's a possible motive?

I thought we only needed
to provide intent.

It's not essential,
but motive can help prove intent.

OK. Um, how about they were about
to separate? Exactly.

Oh, I've organised for Josh Wallace
to come and talk to us tomorrow.

Thanks.

Ben?
Yeah.

It won't always be dead kids.

Better not be.

I'm with you on that.

Ben, hi.

Hey, Julie. I'm remembering
a conversation this morning

about some misbehaviour
this evening.

I can't. I'm sorry. Not tonight.
There's some family stuff going on.

Well, you know I'm good with family
stuff. Been dealing with it all day.

I'm sorry, Ben. I can't.
But I'll call you. I promise.

Sure. I hope everything's alright.
Bye.

Psst! Psst!

No. Whatever it is, no.

Oh, Rupert Everett would help out
Julia Roberts.

I am not your gay best friend!

As long as you stay in my place,
you are.

OK. Now...
What?

I'm going to go into Birdland
to try and find my phone,

while you
keep Atticus' mummy distracted.

No, no, no, no!
Yes, go. Shit!

Hello.

Oh, Earl Grey.

Such a beautiful smell.

Did you know the Calabrians use
bergamot as a remedy for malaria?

It won't work.
The bergamot?

Trying to distract me.

Pardon?
Isn't that what you're trying to do?

I'm making a cup of tea.

I assume this is what your
little friend is looking for.

Take it.

You got it? Nice work, Rupert!

No skill required.
Tracey left it behind in the kitchen.

Stupid cow. Can't even
confiscate something properly.

How's sex and death?
Confusing.

Sandy McDowell took six months
to report her infected Casanova.

Mmm. That's not good.

No. So I go from feeling sorry
for her to being really pissed off.

She behaved so selfishly. She might
have endangered dozens of women.

And then I get a call from Conrad
about my wedding dress,

and that makes me feel terrible

because I'm planning the rest of
my life while these other women...

That makes me sound really flaky,
doesn't it?

Not at all.

God, I'm turning into Bridezilla.

You're a smart lawyer, dealing with
highly emotional issues. It's OK.

But I don't want to get emotional
about this stuff.

I want to be Janet King.
Interesting.

Don't you? She's so cool and calm.

She would never have unsafe sex.
No way.

She's probably the only person
in this office who wouldn't.

I think people are more responsible
than you give them credit for.

Oh, come on. People don't always
do the right thing.

Especially when they've had a few,

and they're really
seriously turned on.

I do.

Well, growing up with two sisters,
I had it pretty drummed into me.

You've never had unsafe sex?
Can you keep it down?

No, I think it's good,
being so responsible,

having nothing in your past
to be embarrassed about.

I didn't say that. Sometimes I wish
I was more like you.

How weird's that?

(Car horns)

(Knocking)

Come in!

I'm heading home, to a computer
that gives me net access.

Yes, I heard about that.

You're welcome to use my computer
when I'm not on it.

Oh. Thanks.

I've been thinking about the overlap

between your child killer
and my boltcutter women. Yes?

Could it be argued that
the battered woman syndrome

attracts the McNaughton rule?

They were so traumatised
that they couldn't understand

the act was wrong?

Haven't heard it used like that,
but I'd say it's arguable.

Cool. Thanks. See you tomorrow.

Oh, and thanks for offering me
that case today.

I really appreciate it.

I did it for purely selfish motives.

And thanks for the advice, too.
About turning stuff down.

You would have learned eventually.

Thanks for the short cut.

Are you OK?

Should I call someone?
No, no, it's fine. It'll pass.

Oh, that was a bit melodramatic,
wasn't it?

Are you sure you're alright?

I'm sorry. It's none of my business.
I'll go home and leave you in peace.

I'm on IVF.

Oh, that sounds melodramatic too,
doesn't it?

Sorry, I just don't want you walking
out of here

thinking I'm about to drop dead
of cancer.

Of course, now I've told you
I'm going to have to kill you.

Cone of silence.

My turn to thank you.

Do you need anything?

The pain will pass.

Sorry, this is way too much
information, but you're here,

I'm hormonal and you cop it.

So?

What is it?

It's just a more extreme version of
the symptoms when you're ovulating.

It's worse for me, though, because
they're stimulating my ovaries

to increase the number of follicles.

Fun.
That's one way of describing it.

You been doing it for long?

I just started.

I get to use
this ghastly nasal spray thing.

And this is cone of silence stuff.

Of course.

I don't know how you deal
with all the shit in here.

Years of practice.

I know it sounds weird,
but it just doesn't touch me at all.

TATUM: Isn't this one beautiful?

Or, um... maybe this one?

We're going to get married, baby.
Yes, we are.

Con printed these out at work,
in front of all the guys.

What, they don't have printers
at the DPP?

Oh, we do. It's just...
We just don't have the internet,

or at least those of us
who are under suspicion

for leaking the AG stuff don't.

That's crazy.

Well, it's better than us
all getting sacked,

which I think's still on the cards.
Don't you reckon?

I do reckon.

If Deep Throat doesn't own up...

Well, why doesn't someone just talk
to this journo? What's his name?

Jimmy Butcher.

They never reveal their sources.

What, so you all get the sack?
That's bullshit.

You don't need these, sweetheart.
We've decided what you're wearing.

But it's my day.
Your mother's wedding dress.

You can't get more romantic
than that, can ya?

I want the very best
for my little girl,

and that's exactly what
she's going to get.

It might not fit me properly.

Oh, just leave it to me.

You'll look spectacular.

'Cause I am paying, remember?

And it's not cheap.

Danny.

I just, uh, wanted to say thanks for
footing the bill for the wedding.

That's what fathers do.

Still, I want you to know
it's appreciated.

You know Tate, she's a girl
with particular tastes.

Maybe she should choose
her own dress.

Con, she's my youngest daughter.
She's my little princess.

Now, a wedding is about family.

I know.

I'm glad you understand.

But she's going to be my wife.

And I want her to have
the wedding she wants.

Is that right?

Yes, it is.

Are you telling me to butt out of
my own daughter's wedding?

No, I'm not.

I'm asking you to let her
choose for herself.

I like you, Con.

Tatum would never
have asked you to do that.

I'll think about it.

Where'd you disappear to?

Oh, your Dad left his phone.

You know he's going to veto

everything I want to have
for my wedding, just because he can.

Our wedding, baby.
And maybe he'll come around.

You can be very persuasive.

And if he doesn't,
you know you look hot in anything.

I think we should have a pre-nup.

What?

Not about money and stuff, because,

well, let's face it -
I pretty much own everything.

I want it to be about stuff
we haven't told each other,

so we both know exactly what
we're getting ourselves into.

You're suss on me about something?

No, no, no, baby.

I just want us to be really open.
I don't want anything messing us up.

You're serious?
I am.

Alright, yeah.
I'll write you a list.

But uh... you might not like
everything that's on there.

I might not. You might not either.

Oh, right.

Hey, I got you a present.

Um, so you don't get RSI
from performing manual stimulation.

I... don't need this.

You don't know what I have in mind.

Shall we?

That's Tyler, in the red top.

The other boy's Jason.

Dog's name's Genius.

Doesn't even eat anymore.
He just sits and stares into space.

Do you have any idea why your wife
might have done this?

She thought I was having an affair.

Were you?

Would it make any difference?

There was a new person that started
in our department.

A woman.

My wife met her and decided
something was going on.

Nothing happened.

I'm devoted to my family.

I would never jeopardise that.

Does your wife have
any health problems?

No.

When you went to see her
at the hospital,

did she say anything about it?

I haven't been to see my wife.

Has she had any previous
mental health problems?

Never.

One of the healthiest people I know.

The sedatives were mine.
I have chronic back pain.

I haven't been able to sleep
through the night for years.

You know, she even locked Genius
in the laundry?

They tell you that?

She knew exactly what she was doing.

She planned every step.

Thanks for coming in, Mr Wallace.
We'll be in touch.

Thank you. Um, Jason was holding
this when I found him.

I'd like you to have it

so you can remember every day
what you have to do.

I think you should hang onto it.
You might regret giving it away.

This is just a job to you, isn't it?

Maybe... seeing that every morning
will remind you what's real.

Have you heard?

Our favourite journalist,
Jim Butcher. He has a new story.

What have I done now?

Oh, I doubt this one's you.
It's not quite your style.

Somebody roughed him up last night.

Is he OK?

He needed a few stitches.
Nothing broken.

They kept him in hospital overnight,
worried about internal injuries.

Tell me it was a pub brawl, please.

He's already done some television
from his hospital room.

It'll really hit the fan tonight.

If the Premier calls, tell him
I'm in outer Mongolia, would you?

Who would want to know where Jimmy
got his info?

Apart from us of course? What,
someone from the AG's department?

Beating people up
is hardly their style.

No, just plying young women with
drugs and sexually assaulting them.

Do me a favour. I've got a mention
this morning. Aggravated assault.

Really straightforward.
Can you do it for me?

File's on my desk.
Oh!

Do you reckon she's going to go
ask Jimmy to protect her ID?

You seriously think it was her?

Well, it is possible.
Who else could it be?

Well, your Dad seemed to be
pretty pissed off

about the way you've been
treated over all this.

That's how fathers
are supposed to react.

Yeah, well he's clearly a man
who likes to get his own way.

Especially where you're concerned.

And he does have a certain history,
so, well, that's not implausible.

You think he beat up Jimmy himself?

Or maybe he ordered some henchman
to do it.

I mean, that's how Tony Soprano
would do it, isn't it?

I didn't mean it.
Yes, you did.

Only you're too gutless
to say it out loud.

Come on Richard, say it.

You think that my father's
some sort of underworld crime boss.

I'm sorry.

Leave your house key on my desk and
let me know where to send your stuff.

Well played.
Oh, shit!

You look terrible.

Good, 'cause I feel like shit.

What happened? Who was it?

Two guys in a laneway. They didn't
formally introduce themselves.

That's so awful.

Got my story back on the front page.

I tried to tell them I didn't know
who the file came from,

but they weren't interested.

And you didn't tell them?

And I thought you wanted to see me
because you were worried about me.

I couldn't tell 'em something
I didn't know.

At the Christmas party,
I got a text message about the file.

I didn't recognise the number.

I deleted it.
Easiest way to protect the source.

So when you told me it wasn't me...

Wouldn't you just have told me
to my face?

I don't know.
Maybe I was protecting my identity.

If you were so drunk
you can't remember anything,

would you be strategising like that?
I can multitask when I'm drunk.

I'm just not so good on the recall.

Did it look like that?

I don't know.

Seriously.

I'd better get back.
Hey, listen.

Maybe one day we can
have another drink?

You know exactly where
the file came from.

You're just telling me you don't so
you can get in my pants! Go to hell.

Hi, I'm sorry, it's Erin.

I know you're flat out, but
can I beg 20 minutes of your time?

I took Jimmy Butcher
up to the office after the party.

We were both really drunk.
Or at least I was.

Maybe he wasn't.
Maybe it was all a set-up.

You showed him the file?

He says he got an anonymous text
about it,

but he might just be protecting me.

You don't remember?
I was pretty out of it.

Some bits of the night
are a complete blank.

Is that what you told the police?

They haven't spoken to me yet.

What? Well, sometimes they hold off
questioning their lead suspect

hoping they'll relax and do
something to incriminate themselves.

Like arrange to meet Jimmy
in public, which I've just done.

Do you believe Jimmy?

I don't think I trust him.

Was it his suggestion
to go up to the office?

I really don't know.

Well, if someone had tipped him off,

he could have been
on the hunt for the file.

Yeah, but that could have been me.
At the party. Do I go to the police?

Risk your job over something
you might not have done?

I don't know what else to do.
Wait.

Thank you. I've got no-one
to talk to about this.

You've got a couple of secrets
of mine too.

Thanks.

You and Erin
seem to be getting on well.

Do you need me for something?
No, no.

She's quite attractive, isn't she?

I'm sure Rhys thinks so, too.

Fuck off, Tracey.

Janet, can I disturb you?

Already quite disturbed as it is.
Come in.

Nice bear.

Belonged to one of the Wallace kids.

Right. So I've been going through
the police statements in the file.

Any juice?
Yeah.

Mary Wallace's sister, Ruth.
She says they were close. That's it.

Nothing else.
She just clammed right up.

If you were that close to someone
who'd just done something like that,

wouldn't you be, I don't know,
trying to work it out?

She might still be in shock.

Maybe. But, see, something didn't
sit quite right, so I called her.

Obviously she's upset.
Here's the weird part.

She didn't say anything to the cops,

but she is very keen to come in
and talk to us.

This is Tripe. Tyler couldn't say
'stripe' when he was little.

Tripe lived on Tyler's bed.
Went on holidays with him.

He threw a fit when Mary said
Tripe couldn't go to school.

He said Tripe wanted to learn too.

What can we do for you?

Mary's my big sister.

She looked after me
when we were little.

She loved those boys.

Josh thinks that
she was punishing him.

Josh.

I think he'd kill Mary
if he could get to her.

He said he'd kill me too.

Why would he do that?

If I said anything about Mary.

That I found her unconscious, after
she'd taken a gutful of pills.

Six months ago.

Did you call
a doctor or an ambulance?

I called Josh first.

He didn't want anyone to know.
He was too ashamed.

Thought that people would blame him.

He wouldn't let her see a doctor
about it.

Tried to stop me seeing her, too.

Does anyone else know about this?

Would there be a record of it
anywhere?

She kept a journal.

She showed it to me once.
It was full of awful things.

Violent. Confused.

Josh hid it from the police,
then burned it.

He warned me not to tell
the police any of this.

She was really sick.

And he wouldn't let me help her.

If she'd just been able
to see someone.

She adored them.

Thank you for coming in
and talking to us.

Please don't tell Josh.

What now?

We have no proof of Mary's
pre-existing illness.

But Ruth would be
a pretty compelling witness.

Who might not want to testify.
So we talk her into it.

Well, it just depends
how scared of Josh she is.

If she does,
it's her word against Josh's,

and they both have an agenda -
one to protect and one to destroy.

Wouldn't Mary's diary be material
evidence of her instability?

If it ever existed.
We've only got Ruth's word.

If it did, he could be charged with
perverting the course of justice.

He's a grief-stricken father
who's just lost everything.

He might not have known
what he was doing was wrong.

What, even threatening Ruth?
If he did.

What, you don't believe her? It's
not a matter of believing someone.

It's a matter of assessing the
evidence and proceeding from there.

But Janet, Janet,
two kids are dead here, yeah?

I know. But whenever you get
overwhelmed by the emotion of it,

go back to first principles.

You win.

I'll never be tougher than you are.

Let me know when the psych report
comes in.

(Knocking)

Excuse me, Janet, this was just
dropped off for you at security.

Thanks.
That's alright.

I'm not picking and choosing
what I believe.

I choose you,
why can't you just choose me?

You live here?
Yeah, who wants to know?

Get out of my house
or I'll get you out.

Underage sex is a crime.
She was underage.

Come by my office in 20 minutes. You
can take me through the statements.

Thank you for this opportunity.

Let's nail this bastard.

These killings are pretty
high profile. Why give it to Tony?

If he comes crashing down,
don't be the one he falls on.

What do you want me to do?
Tony!