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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!