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Amanda came to me to say

she was writing a book about

her father being the Cape Rock killer.

Uh, Mr Stephenson?

I think I found something.

She believed it was Alan Chaplin.

All she needed was DNA evidence to prove her case.

Would you be prepared to give a blood sample

for the purposes of elimination?

No!

For God's sake, Alan, two girls are dead!

That is for you.

Now, rack off, yeah?

Holy fuck. Look who just walked in.

Hey, this club is owned by

one of the juror's boyfriends, so you need to leave.

Hey, I was thinking tonight we could do, like, a pamper day.

Sorry, um...

I... I thought you weren't speaking to me.

- Wait, what? - Yeah.

I mean, you were just really upset

on the phone the other day, so...

on the phone the other day, so...

Oh.

- I have to go. - What?

I need to be home.

I'm sorry, I can't. I have to go.

Wait!

I was thinking about taking him up on

the free training sessions this week.

You know, I'm just gonna be a bit late this week.

Oh, it's OK.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

You've worked hard. You deserve your own instrument.

Mr Aziz, please call me back.

The hardest thing for any families

The hardest thing for any families

of a victim of a crime

is to live with their questions unanswered.

You know, only a small portion of cold cases ever get solved...

..which means that most families are left with

uncertainty, distress and ambiguous loss.

And while that forms the basis of a very, very complex grief,

we all live with guilt

over unresolved trauma.

For some of us, it's lived experience.

For others, it's inherited.

And, well, we do what we can to navigate that.

- You good?

As humans, when we feel a loss in our lives

or in the lives of others,

it's natural to go searching for answers.

it's natural to go searching for answers.

Seeking justice goes beyond the personal.

It's a collective responsibility.

And finding answers becomes an obsession.

I initially began this book

as a way to absolve my own guilt

over what my father did.

But it... it...

Well, it became bigger than me.

So you've done exhaustive research.

Are you any closer to solving it?

Yes, but I can't divulge any information...

Wow. ..at this point.

Very exciting.

Can you give us a hint

as to where this information may lead to?

as to where this information may lead to?

Not really, no.

Look, all I can say is

that I... I may have made contact with someone

who could be the missing piece of the puzzle, but I haven't...

I'm still researching that.

So... stay tuned.

So I've double-checked every name in the police file.

They're either dead, unconnected

or couldn't have spoken to Amanda.

Mmm.

I find it hard to believe that

a teacher with questionable social skills

can dig up a suspect that we can't actually dig up ourselves.

- Mm. Well, unlike us, she... - Hi, guys.

- Hi, Xavier. - Oh, hey, Xavier.

Well, she had years to do it,

she had Bob Stephenson to help her,

so I'm not surprised that she was...

Hey, Dad, this is super weird, but I...

Xavier, we're actually in the middle of something.

I'm sorry, mate.

Cool.

- Do you want me to go? - No, no, no.

Carry on, carry on. Yeah.

Ah, OK, so there's still the UK guy

we haven't been able to contact.

Edward Dallimore, middle name John.

He was at the party, took part in the police interview,

He was at the party, took part in the police interview,

but he left Australia shortly after that.

Alright. Look, um, we're out of time, so...

..let's concentrate on tomorrow.

Pandit and Flood are strong suspects,

so that'll have to do for now.

Yeah, OK.

I mean, it's vandalism, Salma. What were you thinking?!

And destruction of property. And you lied.

Are you really going to lecture me about that

when you snooped through my stuff?

No, that's not the point. The point is you lied.

Not just to me, but to Principal Thorne, to the school,

and you let your friends take the blame.

They wanted to, Dad!

Hayley literally suggested it.

What, you think it's OK for others to take punishment

for your actions while you get off scot-free?

No, that's not good enough.

It's not good enough that you lay down

and let a bunch of racists walk all over you.

You did nothing wrong and you didn't fight.

Mum never would have done that.

You really let me down.

Well, anyway, we've made our point,

so no-one knows I'm involved and we can just move on.

Tomorrow we're gonna go to Principal Thorne's office

and you will tell her the truth.

- No way. - Yes way.

I am not doing that.

Yes, you are doing that.

Yeah, your mum was a fighter, yes, but...

..she knew how to fight smart.

So anything exciting to report?

Oh, look, just another day of being a man of the people

and upholding the pillars of justice and democracy.

Oh, right, OK.

I must be in the wrong cab.

My driver was a humble musician.

Well, I never said I was humble.

Julia Jacklin?

Hey!

Look at you, all up to date!

Izzy actually, uh...

Izzy actually, uh...

..made me go with her to the concert in Sydney.

And she was, uh...

She was so happy that she cried through the whole set

and, uh, she... she used my Modern Lovers jumper

to blow her nose and got mascara all over it.

So Izzy was your sister?

Yeah.

Well, Izzy had great taste.

Um, what about you?

Do you... I mean, do you have... Do you have family here?

I mean, apart from your mum?

Yeah, yeah. I mean, there's my dad.

He comes over from Brisbane every now and again.

- Mm-hm. - You know, once in a blue moon.

And, uh...

..no husband?

Sorry, or... or wife? I don't know.

Yeah, I mean, that's right.

They... they live in my basement.

- Ah, yes. Yeah. - Yeah.

No, I thought I could hear...

They really appreciate you

coming over and driving me around and building...

- Yeah. - ..outdoor furniture for us.

- Yeah. - ..outdoor furniture for us.

OK. OK, sorry.

I mean, you know, they could have been

a FIFO worker or something.

OK, yeah, yeah, yeah. But... but no, no.

- Um, so I did have a boyfriend. - Mm-hm?

But he left.

I think, you know, after my accident,

it was all just a bit too much for him.

But that's OK. I think it's... it's better this way.

Sort of me, myself and I.

You know, and I manage.

I manage just fine.

Jaz!

- Yo!

Hello!

What have you been doing?

I've texted you, like, 10 times.

Jaz, did you know that girls are being paid to keep quiet

about the spiking at Rowan's club?

I mean, that... that's what's happened to me.

Rowan... Rowan paid me off, he paid me...

OK, no, he paid you back.

Which was generous.

Look, I wanna go to the police, OK?

I wanna go to the police and I think you should come with me.

Shh. Hey. Alright.

You need to chill out.

Rowan and I were with you the entire night,

and I promise you nothing bad happened.

You knew?

You knew that I was drugged?

- No... - You said that I was drugged.

No, I'm saying that if you were spiked,

nothing happened because I looked after you.

Alright? So why are you trying to create a problem now?

Jaz, this kind of thing is gonna keep happening.

- Do you not realise that? - OK, yes. We love drama.

If you weren't there that night, something could've happened!

Alright, yep, we helped you

and now you wanna get the club shut down?

Is that what you want?

And you're welcome, by the way.

You literally vomited on yourself and on Rowan

and we cleaned you up and we tucked you into bed.

But, yeah, cool. Blame us.

I wanna make a report.

I wanna make sure this kind of thing doesn't happen again.

I can't not say anything. Jaz, please.

I totally get it

that you feel stressed.

Oh, my God, that is not what this is!

OK, alright, all I'm saying is

that sometimes things look really bad

and they don't have to be blown up

into some massive thing.

Like this, for example, looks bad.

Looks really bad, actually.

Looks really bad, actually.

But the context matters.

What?

So I get it that you feel really anxious.

I think that you need a really good night's sleep.

I have some valium if you want it.

No?

OK, well, I'm really exhausted myself, so...

See you tomorrow.

Alright, I'm off.

Got everything?

Uh, yeah.

I could stay if we need to keep working.

I could stay if we need to keep working.

No, no, no, you go home. It's a big day tomorrow.

- OK. - Get some rest.

- Oh, Nina? - Yes?

Um, first thing in the morning,

do a check with Federal Customs.

Make sure that this Edward John Dallimore

hasn't been back in Australia

since Amanda started her research.

I'll make a start on the paperwork as soon as I'm home.

Yeah, and threaten them with a summons

if they don't come right.

It's a long shot, but, you know, worth a go.

And, Nina?

Yes?

You're doing good work, you know?

Thanks.

I'm gonna go before I cry in front of you

'cause you're tapping into my daddy issues.

Couldn't find you in the house. What are you doing?

Nina seems like a sharp woman.

Yeah, I'm very fond of Nina. She's a good, hard worker.

You know that, uh, lawyer from the trial?

The one with the curly hair?

She was here before.

Nicholls? Really?

Looked like she was doing a drive-by.

Why didn't you tell me?

I tried. You were busy.

Oh, OK.

Alright.

Move over.

Wow.

Do you remember we used to do this?

We'd count the stars, give them names?

Yeah, I remember.

You'd tell me how many there are in the galaxy.

And how many are there? Do you remember?

Ooh, let's see. Maybe 400 billion.

Well done! You're right.

And how many galaxies in the universe?

Maybe 2 trillion?

"Is that a lot, Dad?"

"Why, yes, it's an awful lot, son."

400 billion times 2 trillion.

What's that? That's...

I have absolutely no idea.

I have an accountant that does all my adding up.

And yet there's some people that think

that there might be life out there.

Idiots.

Of course there's life out there!

There's infinite life out there.

Fucking idiots.

Fucking idiots!

Billions of them! Everywhere!

Well, this is very disappointing, to say the least.

I know, and I apologise.

But this school has taught me about

the importance of justice...

Breaking into private property and vandalising it

is not acceptable, Salma.

You graffitied the word 'racist' on a wall,

and I'm sure I don't need to educate you on hate speech

being a form of violence.

We dyed a swimming pool.

Salma.

Now, I commend you for coming forward,

but there will be repercussions for your actions.

You understand that?

But if the school didn't

But if the school didn't

unfairly sack my father in the first place,

then those actions wouldn't have happened.

Salma.

And you want me to be the poster girl

for your ethnic inclusivity?

- You have no shame. - That's enough!

I'm suspending you

pending a meeting with the board,

where expulsion will be discussed.

Expulsion?

Hayley and Katie both got suspension. How is that fair?

Hayley and Kate both wrote letters of apology,

while all you've done this morning is attack the school.

Now, realistically, you should be grateful

we haven't taken it further with the police.

That's very disappointing, but we understand.

Police? Really?!

- Thank you. Salma... - You know what?

I don't wanna be part of

this propaganda machine anyway.

- Quiet. - It's bullshit!

Wow.

I'm sorry.

Are you sure you don't recognise him?

Are you sure you don't recognise him?

When did you say it was from?

1972, so four years after you would have met him.

His name's Edward, but he goes by John.

The kid who paid you to supply alcohol -

could this be him?

I'm sorry, it's nearly 60 years ago.

I... I don't remember. I'm... I'm sorry.

Alright, keep on it.

OK.

So let's focus on what's to come.

It is the defence's time to shine, so...

..we will be dazzling them... with my brilliance.

Good morning, Nicholls.

Good morning, Nicholls.

As promised, two cleanskins

in return for allowing the defendant's wife

to testify early.

Mmm! I didn't think you'd cough up.

I thought you might be getting a little anxious about getting it.

Coming all that way out to the vineyard for a visit.

Would you please state your full name and occupation

for the court?

Michael Fragos.

I'm a trichologist and the proprietor of the barbershop

Snip & Sip.

We offer local craft beer with your haircut.

Sounds delightful.

Would you mind elaborating for the court

on what exactly trichology is?

It's a branch of medical study relating to

the problems of the hair and scalp.

Mr Fragos, do you recognise anyone in this courtroom?

Yes, my main man, Alan Chapman.

I've been cutting his hair for years.

You cut his hair.

Based on those encounters,

how would you describe my client?

Always polite, pleasant. A regular guy.

Good.

When did you last cut his hair?

April 5, 2023.

That's the day before Amanda Taylor's murder, correct?

Yes.

Now, did anything out of the ordinary

happen on that day?

- Thanks a lot. - You're welcome, mate.

And, uh, here you go.

Thank you, sir.

- See you in a month. - Cheers. 'Bye! - 'Bye. See you later.

What are you doing?

Hey, are you right there?

Oi!

She didn't say a word to us.

She was in and out of there so quick,

I didn't have the chance to stop her.

It was bizarre. We thought maybe she was on something.

Could you identify, please,

that woman from these photographs?

Number 3. That's her.

Let the court note that Mr Fragos has

identified Amanda Taylor, please.

Now, is it common for hair on your floor

Now, is it common for hair on your floor

to contain hair follicles,

even though it is cut hair?

Absolutely.

'Cause when you comb hair, long or short,

loose hair falls out pulled directly from the root,

so the follicle comes out with it.

So if Ms Taylor had taken Mr Chaplin's hair home,

hoping to find hair follicles among the hair

and failing to do so, disposed of it,

is it still possible, do you think,

that one or two of those hairs would have landed

on her desk anyway?

Well, if there's one thing I know,

it's that it doesn't matter how many times

you sweep, brush or clean,

you never, ever get all the hairs.

There's always what we like to call in the business,

um, escapees.

Indeed. Thank you very much, Mr Fragos.

No more questions, Your Honour.

Your witness, Ms Nicholls.

Mr Fragos,

after a haircut, hair often clings to clothes.

- Is that right? - Yeah, it certainly does.

So the hair clinging to the accused's clothes

still could have been on him on April 6,

still could have been on him on April 6,

the day after his haircut?

Yeah, if he was wearing the same shirt or jacket.

Then it's possible

that Mr Chaplin brought his own hair into the victim's house,

then falling off him onto the desk?

Yes, it's possible.

Did the woman who came into your barbershop...

Did she introduce herself?

Uh, no - like I said,

um, she was only in there for about 15 seconds.

15 seconds?

Yet you're 100% certain

that that woman was Amanda Taylor?

Yes.

Did you come forward when you heard

about the murder and recognised

Ms Taylor's face on the news?

Oh, no, I don't watch mainstream news.

So when did you decide to tell someone

about the hair stealing incident?

Um, when Mr Colby's solicitor found out

Alan had a haircut the day before the...

..the lady was killed.

Uh, she came to speak to me

and asked me if I remembered anything about that day.

and asked me if I remembered anything about that day.

And how long after the incident was that?

About six months.

So it wasn't until after the defence team's encouragement

that you remembered this fanciful story,

and six months later, you can recall that it was specifically

Alan Chaplin's hair that she stole.

Well, it was a pretty unusual thing to happen.

Well, let's be honest, Mr Fragos.

It could have been any woman who entered your barbershop

and anyone's hair that she stole.

Is that not true?

I'm pretty sure I'm right.

'Pretty sure' is not 100% certain, is it, Mr Fragos?

No.

I loved that.

I didn't zone out once.

So all it takes is a little eye candy, eh?

Oh, it certainly made it easier to sit through, didn't it?

- Sit through, sit on.

You're talking about a witness.

This is completely inappropriate.

Not to mention offensive, ladies.

What if me and one of the blokes spoke about

a female witness like that?

Jeez, I wouldn't mind putting her in the witness box, eh?

Jeez, I wouldn't mind putting her in the witness box, eh?

You'd be cancelled for sure.

OK. OK, Blake, you've made your point.

But even a wink or a smile between a juror and a witness

could cause a mistrial, so no more smut talk.

Stop winking at the witness!

We need to focus on the hair.

The only hair I'm interested in

is hair of the dog.

Did you know that hair samples have

a detection window of three months?

- You know, that's crazy. - Yeah, man.

I mean, you can use teeth for DNA 150 years after death.

I mean, it's absolutely fascinating.

What's fascinating is that she stole someone's hair.

- Yeah. - Oh, look.

I feel sorry for Amanda.

You know, she... she was just doing

what she thought was right.

Well, do you feel sorry for Alan?

I mean, she was literally stalking him.

She was a psycho.

Suffering mental health issues, Camilla.

Right.

Or was she onto something?

I mean, you don't steal someone's hair

unless you've got a good reason.

It just took me by surprise just how angry she was,

how confident she was in challenging authority.

It... kind of scared me.

I mean, I've never seen her like that before.

So, what, they're going to expel her?

- Probably. - Really?

- Probably. - Really?

Hopefully not. I don't know. We'll see.

- Hey.

- Oh, excuse me. - You're right.

- Sharon's hilarious. - Yeah.

She reminds me of my old choir teacher.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

- Hey. - Yeah?

Um...

I don't wanna make this awkward. I...

I'm feeling like, um...

It's...

- What?

We should just maybe avoid using language like 'psycho'

in front of Gretel.

This is in the cone.

This is in the cone.

Yeah, yeah, of course. What?

Um, it's just 'cause she shared with me that she's actually

been in and out of psych wards in her life,

so I feel like that language is a bit triggering for her.

- What was she in for? - Oh, like, I don't...

I really don't wanna start a rumour.

- Or spread gossip or anything. - No, no.

I know that's not what you're trying to do. No, I know.

Um, yeah, I guess she's just not 100% stable.

- But... who is? - Oh, my God.

Wow.

Yeah.

She came to my house and she was kind of... aggressive.

Aggressive? What do you...

Like, just, like...

..yeah, kind of scary.

Um...

Jaz, I really think you should tell Sharon.

- Really? - Yeah, I do.

I don't know, I just feel like that's kicking her...

If she's coming to your house and scaring you, it's weird.

Yeah, but maybe we just keep an eye on her.

You're a good friend.

- Really? - No, you are.

- You're a really good friend. - Thank you.

Thanks for saying that.

Been a good friend to me.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

That's really kind.

- Aw, I needed this. - Same.

It'll be a good day, Alan.

Maurizio will help with your alibi.

I don't think I've ever seen her look so lost.

Yeah. Yeah.

The defence calls Maurizio Ginetti, please.

Alan does magnificent joinery.

He's a... He's a true master of his craft.

My winery is full of his woodwork.

What was the last piece you commissioned from him?

Oh, it was a large bench.

Oh, it was a large bench.

Highly bespoke.

Made of two pieces of southwest marri on jarrah legs.

What were you using the bench for?

Oh, I commissioned it ahead of the Easter weekend,

when my cellar door was

showcasing the new semillon sauvignon.

Al's bench is what we presented the wine on.

A very fine drop, by the way.

Perhaps the court could be presented

with an exhibit of this wine, Mr Colby.

Only too happy, Your Honour.

And more than that, the court may be pleased to know that

my learned colleague has

a couple of excellent bottles of shiraz

squirrelled away in her bag.

Now, Mr Ginetti,

what date did you visit Alan

to check on the progress of his work?

I went to pick it up on April 6 at 10am.

That was the day of Amanda Taylor's death, correct?

That's correct.

He-hey!

Hola!

- Maurizio! - I'm good.

- You're good? - Yeah.

I got behind with this, so, uh, it's not ready, I'm afraid.

That's fine.

Hey, this is good.

- Was the piece ready? - No.

Half the benchtop was missing,

but Alan guaranteed that

it would be ready by the end of that day.

He was using butterfly joints

and they are notoriously fiddly.

Butterfly joints.

So you're familiar with woodworking,

with woodworking terms, correct?

Yes, I was... I was a builder

specialising in timber constructions

before I opened the winery.

Alan was using the butterfly joints

in an unusual way, creating a pattern with them.

They are notoriously difficult to do by hand,

so it was quite impressive.

Now, in your experience as a builder,

how long would it take to complete such a work,

from the time that you saw it to the finish?

I would have thought a day, at least. Minimum.

At least a day, yes.

Now, what time did you go to pick it up?

Now, what time did you go to pick it up?

At 5pm.

Was the piece complete?

Yes, and it was perfect.

Now, the prosecution allege that on that day,

my client managed the following.

Sometime between 1:30 and mid-afternoon,

he drove all the way to Ms Taylor's accommodation,

he broke into the house,

he committed a murder,

he disposed of a laptop in a local river,

he disposed of a yet-unfound manuscript

and he drove all the way back to his workshop,

all the time unseen.

That's a very busy day, I'm sure you'll agree.

Now, how likely is it, in your view,

that he could accomplish all that

and yet finish your masterpiece

by 5pm?

Objection, Your Honour.

Despite Mr Colby mistaking the courtroom

for a woodworking class,

the witness is not an expert.

I'll allow it on the basis that he was

a builder and has testified he is familiar with joinery.

Please answer the question, Mr Ginetti.

Please answer the question, Mr Ginetti.

No.

Not likely. There's no way.

Thank you very much, Mr Ginetti.

It's been very, very helpful.

No more questions, Your Honour.

Ms Nicholls.

Mr Ginetti,

you testified earlier that you arrived at 10am

to pick up your piece?

Yes.

And you also said

you saw inside Mr Chaplin's workshop.

Yes, I did.

Did you thoroughly search the premises

in the time that you were there?

Why...

Why would I search the premises?

I was there to pick up my bench.

A yes or no will suffice.

No.

So from what you could see, were there

bits of timber and offcuts?

Yes.

Lots of pieces of furniture scattered around?

Yes, it's a large, busy workshop.

Alan always has a lot of things on the go.

So you can't exclude the possibility that

half of your benchtop was somewhere else in the workshop,

already completed and ready to be joined?

already completed and ready to be joined?

Ohh.

No, I suppose not.

No, you just assumed that Mr Chaplin

was yet to complete it, didn't you?

Well, it doesn't make sense to pretend

it wasn't ready if it was.

No, Mr Ginetti, it wouldn't make sense

unless Mr Chaplin was premeditating a murder

and building an alibi rather than a bench.

Objection, Your Honour. The State is grandstanding here.

Save your comments for closing, Ms Nicholls.

Thank you, Your Honour. No further questions.

Slay.

She's young, Bassam.

She'll grow into her politics.

- You're probably right. - Yeah, I am, I am.

It's... it's all part of being a teenager.

I'm sure you remember what that was like,

unless it was that long ago.

- Hey! - OK, I'm sorry.

- Sorry! I'm sorry.

- What are you doing to me? - I know.

- But let me tell you something.

My mother, she lost clumps - and I mean, clumps - of hair

My mother, she lost clumps - and I mean, clumps - of hair

from parenting me.

Maybe take a closer look at my hairline then.

Come closer.

Hey, guys!

Hey.

Um, do you...

Mr Popovich,

what is your connection to my client?

Chappers - uh, Alan -

and I knocked around together growing up in Cape.

Known each other since we were grommets.

Were you friends in 1968?

Yes, sir. Close friends.

Well, he was a bit younger, but still one of the gang.

Now, could you tell the court

about an incident that took place

on June 23 in 1968?

That was three months before the murders

of Judith and Susan in Cape Rock.

Yes, I... I can, Mr Colby.

Alan and I and, uh, two other blokes

Alan and I and, uh, two other blokes

were, uh, drinking together

and were pissed off with the local constabulary.

Any particular constable?

Knob Stephenson, I think.

Uh, that would be Bob Stephenson, I imagine.

Sure is.

Could you tell us what happened on that particular day?

Knobby had failed Alan on his licence.

- So... - Huh!

..we thought we'd get revenge.

Show him how good Chappers could drive.

So we, uh... Alan stole his cop car.

Whoo!

Whoo-hoo-hoo! Yeah!

Let's go!

Oh, we got a siren! Let me get the siren!

Turned the bloody siren on.

Turns out Knobby was right.

Chappers couldn't drive.

No hands! Ahh!

No hands! Ahh!

Gate. Gate, gate, gate, gate, gate, gate, gate, gate!

Alan, there's a gate!

Fuck, fuck! Fuck!

Stop, stop! Stop!

- Ah, fuck! - Oh!

Alan cracked his nut on the steering wheel,

split his cheek, and the boys all buggered off.

Knobby and his crew hunted us for months. Years.

All because he got shit from his bosses

for leaving the keys in his cop car.

Rookie mistake, though.

He knew it was us, but he couldn't prove it.

Did you give a sample of blood to police

after the murders of Judith and Susan

in 1968?

No, I didn't.

Now, why was that?

We made a pact not to give blood samples.

They're not your mates, Alan.

They'll rat on you the first chance they get.

Bingle Bob! Here he is.

- Ohhh! - Got your car keys, mate?

After the crash, most of us were pretty scratched up.

Alan had bled all over the seat.

So we knew if we gave a sample,

the bastards would match us back to the stolen car

and we'd all be fucked.

Uh, excuse my French.

And when Detective Stephenson

reopened the case in 1978,

did he then ask for another sample?

Yeah, he did, but none of us gave it, though.

We stuck to the pact.

Knob was still snaky about the car,

so we thought he'd use it to pin something on us.

And, yeah, maybe some of us might have

done a couple of other things we were worried about.

Nothin' major, Your Honour.

I'm sure the statute of limitations has expired

on whatever pranks you may have engaged in,

Mr Popovich.

Oh!

Phew!

- So, Mr Popovich.

My client not giving blood

on both occasions

had nothing whatsoever to do

had nothing whatsoever to do

with the Cape Rock murders, correct?

No.

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Thank you very much, Mr Popovich.

No more questions, Your Honour.

That must give you some relief,

to know why Alan didn't do the blood test.

You know, I've been...

I've been staring at that scar on his cheek for decades

and I vividly remember him telling me...

..that it was a tree lopping accident.

- Is that what he said? - Yeah.

Well...

..you know, lying about your adolescence

doesn't define you as an adult, you know?

No, sure. But...

..why lie?

Yeah.

Amanda was an exceptional human being

who the defence are now trying to label

as this crazed person.

as this crazed person.

Have a good night. See ya.

Hey, um,

Gretel's got a massive crush on him.

The ex.

He's not my type, but, yeah, I thought that

after you said the thing about the witnesses today

that maybe that would be good for you to know.

Anyway, see you tomorrow.

I'm here to remind people

that we must defend the person who has the right

to be defended by the law.

Not the person who killed her.

See ya, Gretzki.

See ya.

OK.

H-Hi. Um...

I, uh, I was just wondering if you guys do those hair tests.

Yeah, I wanna test for drugs in someone's system.

I would have killed to have seen that live.

- I know. I know, I know. - You seen the Cat Stevens one?

- I don't know. Hold on. - Cue it up. Izzy loved that.

Cueing it. Another one.

- Andrew! - Fuck! Fuck!

- What... the fuck? - Sorry, sorry! Are you OK?

- What... the fuck? - Sorry, sorry! Are you OK?

What the fuck happened? What was that?

Oh, my God.

Nothing, I just...

Oh! You want me to drive?

Sorry. Um...

I'm good.

- Are you sure? - Yeah, yeah.

OK.

Hey.

Hi.

You must be Andy's missus?

I'm Blake. I'm Blake. Blake from the jury.

Oh! Yes! Hi, Blake.

Yeah, I'm Tegan.

Is Drew with you?

No! I mean, no. He, uh...

No! I mean, no. He, uh...

No, he just left this behind, so I thought I'd drop it off.

Oh! OK, well, you beat him home.

Hey, it is so nice of you to offer everyone freebies.

I was actually thinking I might come and, uh, join in.

- But is that a bit cheeky? - No, no, no.

And you'd be welcome, except no-one took me up on it.

I mean, my dad always said

I couldn't sell water in the desert.

But is Drew not working out with you?

No, he's locked into a contract.

Thanks for dropping this.

Oh, you tell his trainer

that he needs to work on his midsection.

OK.

And that he's punching way above his weight.

Thank you. 'Bye.

It's like, um...

I don't... It's like a...

I can't even... It's like a... super... superstition.

I can't even... It's like a... super... superstition.

Like something...

..really bad is gonna happen.

And... and then it's like she's just...

She's there. Like, she's right there.

So, uh...

I'm a crazy person, right?

- It's not crazy.

It's really not crazy.

When did it start?

- Right after she died. - Right.

Yeah.

I mean, it sounds kind of like

it's your body's way of processing it.

Mmm.

- No? - No.

No, look, I wasn't... I wasn't...

I mean, I wasn't even there when... when it happened.

I was... I was in Queenstown.

Yeah, but, you know, if she OD'd,

there's nothing that you could have done

even if you were there.

Leah.

What?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

- No, no, no, no, no. - Hey.

Don't, don't. Like, it's not... It's not...

What is it with men and not doing therapy?!

Does this... Does this not count?

- No, this does not count! - Right.

- Hey, how about this? - Mmm.

How about we get out of the car, we go into my house

and I make you a drink?

- Yeah? I... - Yeah, I mean, that's...

I have to... Uh, shit, I have to go.

OK.

Well, how about tomorrow night?

Come over for dinner and I'll cook you a thankyou meal,

for all the rides, right?

I mean, apart from today, obviously.

You know what?

I would... I would love that.

Good. Me too.

- OK. - Alright.

- OK. - Alright.

What's so bad about a crush?

He's a witness, Bruno. It could fuck the whole trial.

And it's just a crush now, but you wait.

You should have seen them today,

drooling over this barbershop witness.

He was a looker, was he?

I'm serious.

I worry about those girls.

They're immature and I'm not sure they can be trusted.

She's excited to see you, I'm sure.

I'm just gonna check on her now.

Salma!

Hey.

Sorry I'm late.

Did you eat?

Did you eat?

Good.

I brought a friend from the trial, Hanifa.

She's the one that gave you the cello.

Thought maybe you could play her something.

I told her how talented you are.

Seriously?

Yeah.

OK.

- OK? - Ah, yeah.

Uh, just give me a sec.

Alright.

How was the gym?

Yeah, it was fine.

I'm just gonna go do some work.

Nina.

I just got a call from Border Force. They spilled.

I didn't even need a summons.

We found him.

Edward John Dallimore was in the country

for a family visit.

He arrived March 28 and he left April 7,

which was...

The day after Amanda's murder.

Yep!

Fantastic.

Gotcha.