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Yeah, I know.

I know it's a gay club, but there's
some really hot guys that go there.

No, he's not gay.

That's the point. Franco is...

Ahh!

Ohh...

Stop pouting! You enjoyed it.

Lorraine, you're gonna go home
and you're gonna sleep till 11:00

and then you're gonna wake up

and call one of your friends
and have brunch.

And tell her what a stud you are.

I have to be at my desk in two hours.

Alright, Lorraine, you can't
keep turning up here half-pissed

in the middle of the night,
demanding sex.

Demanding?

I'll remind you of that next time
you're standing to attention.

Joyner.
Here he is.

I'm guessing this isn't
really what it looks like.

Coffee?

I hope you wouldn't get me out of bed
at dawn for a car accident.

We don't know what it is yet.

I'm off the sugar.

Thank you.

So, what happened?

She was northbound in the left lane.

The accident guy said "he landed",

which means he jumped
or someone helped him.

Yeah?

Yeah, I've had a look on both sides
of the bridge -

there's no signs of anything.

No notes - nothing.

Look, he may have been mugged
and then thrown over.

I'll keep looking around.
Righto.

Nothing on the bridge.

Here you go.

Melinda Cosgrove.

19 years old.

Poor kid. She wouldn't
have known what hit her.

This was in his pocket.

He wasn't mugged - there's
gotta be 250 bucks in here.

Brilliant.

What?

Does Charles Zawalski ring any bells?

The journalist? You're kidding!

I'd hate to be the one
telling that wife of his.

You ever met her? Petra Milde?

No.
Total bitch.

Hmm.

Someone'll come and get you.
You'll have to sign in.

Thank you.

So, how do you think she'll take it?

Sean, tell the floor I'll be a while.

I can finish myself.

Petra, are you sure?
Someone could sit in for you.

I saw that.

I will cry.

I live my life in public.
I deal with it in private.

Do you know who killed my husband?

We're not sure anyone
did yet, Ms Milde.

It may have been an accident,
an assault

or there is the possibility
of suicide.

No, not Charles.
He enjoyed himself far too much.

Nevertheless, it is one of the things
we have to rule out.

Consider it ruled out, then.

My husband would not kill himself.

In that case, can you think of anyone

who may have had a grudge
against Mr Zawalski?

I'll have Sean
draw up a list.

My husband has many enemies.
He's a journalist, for Godsakes.

He believes in telling the truth,
whatever the consequences.

Can you tell us when you
last saw your husband, Ms Milde?

About 7:00 yesterday evening.

I helped tie his bow tie.

He was off to a cricket-team reunion.

His old university eleven.

And he was in a perfectly
cheerful frame of mind.

It's Sparksey's wife!
He's still in recovery!

I can't help it.

She comes around
and she wakes me up,

and then she shags me
till she's had enough,

and then she gets dressed
and buggers off.

Karma! Mate, I love it!

It's not funny, Matthew!
She is killing me!

She bites! Look.

I guess you guys don't think
it was an accident.

Who's this?
Josh Braddock, Sarge.

He, uh... he organised
the reunion, Sarge.

So how was he
after the reunion?

He was quite jolly, actually.

So, Mr Zawalski
was inebriated too?

Yeah. Well, I guess.

It's terrible.

And this was the reunion
of your team, right?

That's right, the university eleven.
I organise it every year.

So, you and Charles were close?
No, not really.

In fact, quite the opposite.

He wasn't much liked.

Why not?

Well, he never missed a reunion.

He wasn't really even in the team.
He was the scorer.

He always had a bit
of a weight problem.

He got teased a bit.

So why did he go to the reunions?

I don't know. They're fun, I guess.

So did you see him leave?
Yes.

In fact, I could probably
save you guys some time.

After the reunion, a few of us
went back to the hotel.

A few of you?

Myself, Charles... uh,
a couple of work colleagues.

So, if you don't like Zawalski,

why did you take him with you
to party on?

Well, it was my idea.

I've always felt bad about
they way we treated him at uni,

and there he was,
after all this time,

still hanging in there, you know?

And I thought, well, this time,
why not reciprocate?

So, who were these others?

See, the thing is, um, we work
for Norotex - the merchant bank -

and even a hint of a scandal
could cost us our jobs.

What's your point?

I'm asking for a bit of discretion.

We're all team leaders,
about to get our annual bonus.

They call it Envelope Day.

And we're talking
a lot of money here.

Discretion shouldn't be a problem,
Mr Braddock,

but we still need those names.

You can start with
who went back to the hotel.

OK, um, Paul Gee and, uh, Jeremy.

Jeremy Sands.

Yes, I hire a hotel suite every year.

After the restaurant,
we go back there and party.

It's not illegal.
No-one's saying it is.

What we want to know
is what happened after that.

Were you with Charles Zawalski
when he left the hotel, Mr Sands?

All three of us were.

We all quit together
outside the hotel.

And what time was this?

Uh, around 4:00.

Charles went in one direction
and we went in the other.

When you say "we',
who do you mean?

Me, Josh and Paul.
Look, this is really worrying.

I've gotta get back to my job...

Yes, we've heard about
Envelope Day, Mr Sands.

Is that why you wanted
to meet us here, Jeremy?

Look, there's a lot at stake.

Surely it could've been an accident

or, I don't know, suicide.

Well, you'd better hope so.

If he was pushed or thrown
off that footbridge,

then that'd be murder
AND manslaughter.

A motorist was killed
by the falling body, Mr Sands -

a young girl.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Now, where can we find this Paul Gee?

Chardonnay?
No, thanks.

Shall we call you Paul?

Mr Gee, Paul, whatever.

As long as it's not Whiz.

Gee Whiz. It was
a standing joke at uni.

Hilarious.

And what was Charles Zawalski called?

Albert, after Fat Albert.
Bill Cosby, you know?

It suited him.

You didn't like him?
Not at uni, not since.

Can we move this along?
I've got a client arriving shortly.

Business lunch, is it?

Meal and deal.

When did you last
see Charles Zawalski?

Outside the hotel.

He went off to get a cab.

Me, Josh and Jeremy
went our own ways.

Cabs too?
Cars.

Which was stupid
'cause we'd been drinking.

Those RBT pricks
always target the flash cars,

and I drive a Porsche.

So, Braddock, Gee and
Sands were the last to see Zawalski?

"I drive a Porsche."

I hate these flash money-market types.

We work our arses off for nothing,

and they sit around doing bugger-all,
driving around in their Porsches.

Given that opinion, I'm sure

you will be happy to do
thorough background checks

on all of these people, right?

It's happening, Sarge.
We're working with the cab companies.

And we've put in a request

for the CCTV footage
from the hotel foyer -

check their story.

Mmm. Any credible motives surfaced?

Have you read his column, Sarge?

There'd be people lining up
to chuck him off a bridge.

One thing we can't work out -

if he was walking off the booze
after the hotel,

it's not exactly a logical route.

His home's in the opposite direction.

He was probably too pissed
to know where he was.

A journalist's motto -
"I drink, therefore I am."

What is your problem with this guy?
Nothing.

It's just... he was a right-wing prick.

At this stage, it's wide open.

OK. Let's call it a day.

We'll pick it up tomorrow.

See you, Sarge.

Who's there?

Is someone there?

What?!

Fluffy, you little bastard!

Do you know how much
that vase was worth?

Oh...

The, uh, stiff's name came up

as a person of interest
under your registered number.

I thought I'd better call you.
Yeah, thanks. Thanks, Mick.

Is that your Jeremy Sands?

Yeah. That's him. More or less.

We thought you should know
the autopsy results

have established your husband
was already dead

when he was thrown from the overpass.

So suicide's off the agenda, is it?

Do you have any idea who did it?
At this stage, no.

We're checking the taxi companies

and doing a doorknock
of nearby houses.

Charles embarrassed a lot of people.
He made a lot of enemies.

Ms Milde, if you know anything
about anyone

who might be involved
in your husband's murder,

we'll certainly investigate.

And if I did, I'd certainly tell you.

Sorry, I'm gonna have to take this one.

Sean, I said no interruptions.

What is it, Simon?

Jeremy Sands has had
his head bashed in. He's dead.

There could be a connection, or
it could just be a burglary gone wrong.

Thank you for the information.
I appreciate it.

Enlighten me, Superintendent.

How is it that despite
all your resources,

I learn about the death of one
of Charles's friends before you do?

I've just heard...

I know what you've just heard, Stanley.

She's just been rubbing my nose in it.

Get this sorted out -
the sooner the better.

Could just be coincidence.

Unless we're working
on the theory

that someone out there's
knocking off the members

of the university cricket team.

Maybe you could share your humour
with the Superintendent, Duncan.

She's in need of a good laugh.

There was nothing at Sands's house

to suggest it could be anything
but a burglary gone wrong.

Everyone from the reunion
is accounted for,

except for Josh Braddock
and Paul Gee.

Neither of them turned up
for work today,

and they're not at home either -
no-one knows where they are.

No. Put wanted flags on the
system for both of them and their cars.

And get the local patrols
to keep an eye on their homes.

It's already done, Sarge.

Senior Sergeant,

I've got a Melinda Cosgrove's
parents out here.

Melinda Cosgrove?

The girl who was driving the car
when your victim took his swan dive.

Ah. Probably wondering
how the investigation's going.

I know exactly how they feel.

Whoever did the death message,
go and speak to them, please.

Someone did do the death knock?

Mr and Mrs Cosgrove,
this is Detective Senior Sergeant Wolfe.

We've been looking for our daughter.
They said to come here.

What's going on?

Look, if you care to come
to my office. Thank you.

This is terrible.

I thought the Divisional D was doing it.

Same here.

Goodnight, guys.

You have eight new messages.

Since you've asked to be given
prior notice. It's me. Lorraine.

I'm on my w ay over. We need to talk.

Mmm. Thanks, Mum.

Are you staying over again tonight?

I'm here now. Might as well.

I'll make up the bed. Again.

Thanks, Mum.

Third time in two weeks
you've crashed here.

Miss us, do you?
Oh, come on, tell us.

You're hiding from someone.
Some woman, you mean.

Hey, how's that partner
of yours? Duncan?

Lonely. He split up with his fiancée.

His suits aren't so well pressed now.

Well, I could press them for him.

Before I could consider
you and Duncan together,

I'd first have to tie him up

and emasculate him
with a whipper snipper.

She's not interested in him like that.

Oh, good.

She's interested in his girlfriend.

Is there something
you wanna tell me, little sis?

She's a fashion buyer.
I'm just so sick of being in sales.

I know more about clothes
than half the buyers in the store.

Told you, they split up.
It's bad luck.

Turn this up -
it's one of our homicides.

Don't change the subject.

I'm not, I'm not.
We're investigating his murder.

Like many reporters.
My husband trod on toes.

The snail's pace of the investigation
into his death

may seem to indicate
that some of those toes

are wearing police-issue boots.

It's a well-known fact. For instance.
That my husband had personal issues

with one of the detectives
investigating his death.

Detective Senior Constable
Simon Joyner

assaulted my husband at his
newspaper offices two years ago

after he published an article
about this woman -

the detective's younger sister.
A thief-

arrested for shoplifting.

Caroline Joyner w as a...

Caroline!

We got blindsided, Wolfe!
And now we all look like idiots.

Detective Joyner admitted
to punching Zawalski, sir.

But it happened
two and a half years ago.

He wasn't even in the Homicide squad.

And that makes
a difference because?

Personally, I think he had
every right to take exception.

The man published a half-page picture

of a 16-year-old girl
charged with a minor offence.

Oh, hang on. I'm missing
something here, am I?

Joyner wasn't a police officer
at the time?

Oh. He was what, a bouncer? A boxer?

A bloody standover man? What?

He was a bloody police officer!

And he won't be one for much longer
if I have anything to do with it.

I think the association might have
a few things to say about that, sir,

with all due respect.

You wanna show me
some respect, Wolfe?

Stop playing the party card

and get your junior "Wild Bunch'
out there doing their jobs.

I want Charles Zawalski's murderer
caught and locked up,

or that media witch
is gonna make our lives a misery.

Now, bugger off out of here
so I don't have to embarrass Bernice

by reaming her out
in front of a subordinate.

He's right about the association, Bill.

They'd be all over you like a rash.
I'll buy some liniment.

It's all history!

He didn't even press charges
after I thumped him

'cause he knew he'd
overstepped the mark.

A crappy little blouse.
That's all she took, you know.

A 16-year-old girl makes a mistake.

What kind of person
publishes a photo like that?

He's no white-knight
crusading reporter.

The guy's a prick!
A dead one.

I don't like being blindsided, Simon.

You can leave this investigation
to the others for now.

And do what, Sarge?
Corro.

Hmm.
Desk work. Till it goes away.

Sarge!

Anything on Gee and Braddock?

No, nothing, Sarge.

We've rang every car hire,
called all their families...

Sorry to interrupt.
Some good news, this time.

Well, well, well.

You look a little
agitated, Mr Braddock.

Look, I'm scared.

I know I lied. I'm sorry.
It's only because...

Look, I went to Jeremy's this morning
to talk about everything,

tell him we should come clean.

And, uh, I saw all
the forensic people everywhere.

He's dead, isn't he? Jeremy?

He was found this morning -
he'd been attacked. He is dead.

Is there something
you could tell us about that?

OK. After the reunion,
we went back to the hotel suite.

Zawalski, Jeremy Sands,
Paul Gee and yourself?

That's right.

I was lying on the bed.

I was pretty drunk, but I saw Paul
follow Charles into the bathroom.

I can't say how much later,
but I saw Paul come out -

oh, he was white as a sheet.

He said, "Charles has been hurt."

So... we go into the bathroom.

Charles has hit his head
on the side of the bath.

There's blood... He's dead.

He's actually dead!

Go on, Mr Braddock.

Where you going?
Get Crime Scene to the hotel suite.

Hopefully the cleaners
missed something.

Good luck with that.

So, what did you do next?
What happened?

Well, the plan was, um,
get him through the foyer,

prop him up like he's drunk,
put him in the back of Jeremy's car,

take him out and dump him.

But I couldn't do it.
I chickened out.

Well, there was too much at stake.
I just couldn't do it.

What do you mean, too much at stake?

Share entitlements, cash payouts.

You run a section, you do well,
you're talking big money.

Always comes down to the same
bloody thing - the moolah.

Simon, what are you doing?

You know you're not meant
to be in here.

So, Mr Braddock.

Apart from losing your money,
what else are you scared of?

I went to Paul's house this morning
before I went to Jeremy's.

Paul's gone.
I couldn't raise him on his mobile.

Then when I went to Jeremy's,
I saw all those forensics everywhere,

I started thinking - what if it
wasn't an accident in the bathroom?

What if Paul and Charles had a fight?

Paul's a fierce competitor.

I think Paul killed Jeremy, and...

...I'm scared that I'll be next.

Uniforms are gonna
do hourly checks on him,

after they've dropped him home.

We do not want another body
in the morgue, do we?

How'd you go at the hotel?

Yeah, well, the cleaners
had been through, Duncan.

But the Crime Scene guys
still found traces of blood

in the hotel suite's bathroom.

It's being analysed.

What about the CCTV footage
from the foyer?

Yeah, it checks out.
Two men supporting a drunk guy.

It's being enhanced,
but it's already pretty clear -

Paul Gee and Jeremy Sands,
with Zawalski.

Mmm. So, his story checks out.

Any news on Gee?
No, Sarge.

He's probably already in the Bahamas,
with his envelope.

When is he gonna be back?
He could be an hour or two.

I've rung him three times already.
I understand, Mr Cosgrove.

Are you Sergeant Wolfe's detectives?
Mr Cosgrove, isn't it?

Are you even interested
in what happened to my girl?

All I see on TV is stuff
about this Zawalski character.

What is it?
Melinda's not worth the attention?

All you're interested in
is chasing headlines.

That's not true, sir.

We find whoever killed Zawalski,

we find the person responsible
for the death of your daughter.

It's that simple.

I just want a face
to put to what happened.

Something to hate.

We have three possible suspects.
One of them's dead.

Yeah, saw that on the news.

So one of the others did it,
did they?

We don't know.
But we're gonna find out.

So, perhaps you should go home, sir,
and trust us to do that.

OK?

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Celia!
What are you doing here?

Haven't you got my messages?
It's Caroline.

She's been sacked from her job.
What?

They can't do that.
They fired her.

They said they didn't need
that kind of publicity.

Well, can't Robert do something?
He's a lawyer.

What? You want my husband
to fix up your mess?!

YOU fix it up, Simon.

What's the point of being a copper
if you can't fix these things up?

There's nothing I can do!
I've got enough on my plate!

And not just at work.

Yeah, I thought as much.

Why are you spending so much time
over at Mum's?

No, come on, Si. What is going on?

You have 12 new messages.

It's me. Again.

Will you please answer my messages?
We really need to talk.

Sarge?
Simon.

Am I still on corro?
Mm-hm.

Over something that happened
two and a half years ago?

That is correct.

You know, I think
that's almost as unfair

as my little sister getting the sack
'cause all this crap got dredged up.

I tell you, if Zawalski was still alive,

I would happily
give him another thump.

Mmm. She got sacked?

That wanted flag paid off.

Gee Whiz has been picked up
at the bus depot.

Stanley, you ready?

Ah, ma'am, that meeting
with Petra Milde...

Don't even think about
trying to get out of it.

Mulholland said I have to go.
That means you as well.

I wonder if we can put it off
for a while?

Why? It's like going to the dentist.
Get it over with.

Paul Gee has been located.
Oh.

You think you can get
a confession out of him?

Given the time, yes, I can.

Change the appointment.

I'd prefer to go there
with it solved.

See if she puts that
on her pathetic program.

Couldn't afford a plane ticket, Paul?
I thought you guys were millionaires.

Look, I was just trying
to get back to Sydney incognito, OK?

Actually, mate,
that's called "doing a runner'.

What happened?

After you beat Sands to death,

you couldn't find Josh Braddock
to do him as well?

So you decided to make a run for it?

What?

Jeremy's dead too?

Don't look so surprised, Paul.

Josh Braddock told us
what happened in that hotel.

Everything. Now we wanna hear it
from your mouth.

I don't know exactly what happened.

It started in the bathroom.

Yes, between you and Zawalski.

No, between Zawalski and Josh.

That's not what Josh told us.
Well, it's true!

It wasn't me!

Josh must've done it.

He killed Jeremy,
just like he killed Charles.

Two suspects?

Mmm. Both telling
the same story about each other.

And you delayed our meeting
in order to tell me this?

Wouldn't your time be better spent

trying to figure out
which one's lying?

Perhaps it would help
if we had a better understanding

of your husband's reasons for going on
to the hotel after the reunion.

I don't know why he went.

What do you know, Ms Milde?

Surely you and your husband talked.

He said there was a story -
something he was investigating.

He had the goods
on someone there, he said.

What was the story?

Charles liked to keep
things to himself.

But...... all that grief
they gave him over the years,

I think he was planning on enjoying
the reunion even more than usual.

Get his own back.

And you didn't think
to tell us this before?

I don't care for you tone,
Superintendent.

It's your job to find
my husband's killer, not mine.

I'll tell you why she didn't
mention the story before.

She was protecting
her own story opportunity.

What? Off the back
of her dead husband?

Yeah, I wouldn't put it past her.
You're right.

Well, according to the gossip
magazines, if they're true,

it was a poisonous marriage.

So, all we have to do is find out
what Zawalski's hot story was,

who's involved,
and we'll know who's lying.

In the meantime,
I'm gonna have to let them go.

They're both claiming to be innocent.
I can't prove otherwise.

Superint...

Have you seen this nonsense?!
What nonsense would that be, Bill?

That media cow previewing her
next special on her toy boy bloody...

Oh, switch the bloody box on!

A news review ex clusive.

We reveal murdered journalist
Charles Z aw alski

w as investigating the mystery fire
that destroyed these heritage homes.

Tonight we have footage
of that blaze.

I'll also be asking
the obvious question -

how is it possible for this program
to uncover the facts

when the police are apparently
completely unable to do so?

Who does she think she is?
Does she think she's above the law?

We need to get hold
of Zawalski's computer.

Well, I'll give you three guesses
where that is,

and you'll only need one.

You can't take that!

Using it, were you?
It's my husband's personal property.

It's evidence. Read the warrant.

Tell Superintendent Waverley
I'll be dropping by in the morning.

With my lawyers.

Let's get right to the point.
Good.

Economy of style. We like that.

James?

This meeting is being recorded
for legal purposes.

Your lawyers will be furnished
with a DVD of proceedings

at the conclusion of the meeting.

I will not be intimidated into silence.

The public have a right to know.

So do we, Ms Milde.

And right now, I could charge you
with withhold information,

obstruct justice
and reckless endangerment.

What reckless endangerment?

We have a copy of a press release
that we'll issue immediately

unless you tell us everything you know

about your husband's
so-called story now.

I told everything I know last night,
on national television.

Having told us you had no idea about
what your husband's story was about.

Precisely.

We were putting together
the story at the time.

Rubbish.

We know how journalism works,
Ms Milde.

We deal with you people all the time.

I'm sure, for instance,
that your rivals

would pounce on that press release.

They love it when the opposition's
credibility and integrity

is called into question.

Quite properly in this case.

You were about to ask,
what reckless endangerment?

Simple.

You put someone's life in danger
with last night's broadcast.

Now, that IS rubbish!

Is it?

A row of houses in Kew
were bought by a shelf company.

However, due diligence
was not performed,

and when it was revealed that
those houses were heritage-listed,

the plans to build apartment towers
had to be put on hold.

Fair summary of my report.
Some of it.

According to the notes
on your husband's computer,

he'd discovered that
the shelf company was a front.

Mmm. Linked by nefarious means
to a certain merchant bank.

And the person who screwed up
the development deal

was then a junior at that bank.

And still works there today.
I said all this last night.

Your husband doesn't name the bank.

As you know,
having taken his computer.

We seized evidence.

We can all work out the name
of the bank anyway, can't we?

Norotex.

You didn't dare say that on air,
did you?

Now, that would've been stupid.

Almost as stupid
as the unnamed employee

who tried to cover
his lack of diligence

by paying an arsonist
to destroy the houses

so the development plans
could go ahead.

Which it did.

So, the only remaining link
between our bungling banker

and his bosses at Norotex
is the arsonist.

Logically.

Last night you said, and I quote,

"We believe we know..."

"We believe we know
who the arsonist is,

"and we'll soon be putting
together the final pieces

"of the jigsaw of money and murder -

"a jigsaw which led to the death
of my husband, Charles Zawalski."

Not a teleprompter in sight.

The arsonist's identity
isn't on your husband's computer.

But you claimed on air
to know who it is.

Yes, I did.

Tell us who it is, then,

or I will have you arrested
for withholding information.

You can't because I'm not
withholding any information.

Do you honestly believe
I know who the arsonist is?

It was a ploy to smoke him out.

No pun intended.

And that is reckless endangerment.

You've set this person up
as a sacrificial lamb,

hoping your husband's murderer
will go after him.

You're lucky I don't
charge you regardless.

This meeting is terminated.

And now that we're off the record,

pull your head in, Petra.

Let us do our job.

For God's sake, Sean, don't fuss.

Ah, Ms Milde, I was wondering
if I could have a word.

In, um... in private.

I wanted to ask a favour.

I wonder if you'd be able
to use your influence

to address the problems that Caroline
Joyner is having at the moment.

Caroline Joyner?
Never heard of her.

She's the sister of one of my team.

Oh, yes. The thief.

Since her face was plastered
all over the television,

she's been fired from her job.

I was hoping you might be able to
use your position to... help her out.

Frosty day in hell, Wolfe.

It doesn't have to be
broadcast, alright?

I was thinking more a discreet
phone call to her employer.

Ms Milde, your husband was
always very critical of the police,

and in many ways
his criticisms were valid.

This place is rife with politics,
rorts and press leaks.

That's the thing I hate the most -
press leaks.

Coast all clear?
Mmm.

Well, we can only hope she's done us
a favour with her sacrificial lamb.

If Gee and Braddock go after
the arsonist, we'll be there.

We've already got them
under surveillance.

I'd expect nothing less.

Yeah.

Yeah, OK, mate.
I'll talk to you later.

Duncan's guy's having lunch.

What about your guy?
Coffee.

How'd the meeting go?
Waverley nailed her.

Beautiful to watch.

Well, he's on the move.

So are we.

Thanks.

Can you call Senior Sergeant Wolfe
and give him all this information too?

Ta.

The business belongs
to a Victor Bingley.

He's got priors for a range
of different stuff,

you know, dating back to the '60s.

Spent some time inside.
He's been clean since '93.

When the houses burnt down.
Yeah.

OK. Here we go, here we go.

Police!
Stop right there!

Drop your weapon!

On your knees!

Down on the ground!

All the way down!
All the way down!

You won't be able to talk
your way out of this, Braddock.

Vic Bingley's done an immunity deal
in exchange for which

he's told us it was you who paid him
to burn down the houses in '93.

Nice fee.

Enabled him to go straight,
buy his little business.

If you guys are recording,
it's all inadmissible,

as my lawyer will no doubt point out
when she gets here.

She's the best.

Yesterday was Envelope Day,
and I'm $4 million richer.

You don't have to say anything.

We're just chatting while we wait
for your highly-paid mouthpiece.

Still, it was a very good idea

keeping track of Bingley
all those years.

Insurance.
Mmm.

Yeah, you must've felt pretty secure,

until Zawalski found out
about your dirty little secret.

What happened?
He couldn't help himself?

Told you what he was gonna do, then
confronted you with it in that bathroom?

He wanted you to beg him
not to run the story.

He would've enjoyed that.

You people are so stupid.

You really don't have
the first idea, do you?

It wasn't about Zawalski
running the story at all.

Yeah, I would've panicked too.

Kill him, oh, then use
my best mates to set up an alibi.

That was good - get them to drag
the body through the foyer

while he sneaks off to get the car.

Gave him a fallback position
if things went wrong.

Which they did.

'Cause when his mate Jeremy found out

that the girl on the freeway had been
killed too, he got scared, didn't he?

Looked like he might buckle.
You had to knock him off too.

All to protect your payday.

What do you get
in your envelope, Detective?

Satisfaction at watching
slime like you go down the gurgler.

Me?

What about Zawalski?

Blackmailer.

Oh, greedy, fat...

Anyway, I won't be
going down the gurgler.

I've got more than
a good lawyer to work with.

"What's he got up his sleeves, eh?"

Excuse me. You can't come in.
Sorry to interrupt.

Look, if this is about
that girl, I've already...

No. I know
you're going to air shortly.

And I have some important
information for you.

We have it on very good authority

that your husband's story
was for sale.

For sale? I don't understand.

He told Braddock
he'd kill the story for a price.

A million dollars.

That's why he was killed.

The public has a right to know,
as you said.

Yes, I did.

And they will, regardless.

Oh, yes, we've already
issued a media release.

I hope you weren't
expecting an exclusive.

Whatever you did, it worked.
Caroline got her job back.

Well, hey, what are big brothers for?

Well, she told them
to stick it, anyway.

Reckons they don't
appreciate her talents.

Mmm.

Oh. Who are you?

I'm Celia, Simon's sister.

And... you're Lorraine Sparkes.

Is, um, Simon here?

Uh, no, no, he's not.

Right, well, um, can you
give him that for me, please?

Uh, there's no point, Lorraine.

He doesn't want to see you anymore.

Just give that to him, please?

That was easy.
Well, I'm a little disappointed.

What happened to the tears
and hysteria you promised?

She can't do that!

What?

She's dumping ME!

Yo?

Senior Sergeant Wolfe.
Ah.

Stanley.
Mmm.

Did you happen to catch
Ms Milde's program last night?

Not a mention of the case.
Pulled her head right in.

Mmm, game, set and match.

Thank you, ball boys.
What's this?

Envelope Day for the Cosgroves,
from Braddock.

His lawyers asked it to be passed on.

Evidently, he is deeply remorseful
for what happened to their daughter.

Really?

Well, I suppose we're obliged
to pass it on then, aren't we?

Lot of money.

Does this Braddock character
think this makes up

for the death of our daughter?

Earn some brownie points with
the judge, I think. That's the idea.

Money won't bring her back.

Thank you for coming today.

Come on, love.
We've got a funeral to go to.