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I want you to tell me why Eddie Chin
and Lakshmi Agarwal are dead.

They killed them.

We've had an anonymous tipoff

regarding the marital status
of Ms Blossom.

Let my wife go!

I did warn you about going
on the Stewart's panel, Cyn.

They shot at my me and my kids, Harry.

I need to find the migration agent
at Meritus College.

Denis Bontempelli,
Sydney Road, Brunswick.

You could start by telling me

when Javed Nazeem was
supposed to be deported.

Day after Lakshmi Agarwal died.

- They all were.
- And how many are we talking?

20, including the dead girl.

"I have been
made to feel so welcome here.

"This almost feels like home."

The death certificate is
dated before the letter.

How can that be?

I have to bring Lakshmi home
to put her ashes in the river.

Happiness is on its way.

I saw it written on a wall
just outside your office.

I checked with the coroner's office.
There was no autopsy.

It's against the family's religion.

Really?

No more warnings. Enjoy the walk.

OK, Lakshmi,

please rate the following
on a scale of one to five,

with one being 'strongly disagree'
and five 'strongly agree'.

I wake up and get out of bed
eager to start a new day.

Mm, four. Maybe two on Mondays.

I refuse to give up,

no matter how tough things get.

Five.

I feel irrationally upset
at a close friend's success.

Er...

...one.

Almost everyone
lies on their tax returns.

Five, although in India,

we just have very good accountants.

On a scale of one to ten,
are you very happy,

somewhat happy,

not happy?

With one being... 11.

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Irish.

Bernadette, how are you?

No, I haven't quite had the chance
to file with the Supreme Court yet.

I was thinking more your, sort of,

garden variety,
local council boundary surveyor.

Well, what are you planning
on growing in your 6cm of extra land?

No, I realise it's a much bigger issue.

Border protection.

Julian Burnside?

You could see if he's available.

Possibly a little over-qualified for...

Geoffrey Robertson?
Well, that's also a thought.

Possibly also a little bit over-qualified

for a residential fence dispute.

No, no, I... I take this very seriously.

You're accusing a government
department of abduction.

Well, given the fact that I was abducted

ten minutes after I left their building,

then I'd say there's a connection.

Long bow.

Can you at least just run the plates?

The car's in a paddock in Mansfield.

You know, it's a nice place, Mansfield.

I took the missus there once
for a caravan holiday.

But, I've got to tell you,

I don't get why people like
caravan holidays.

You get everything and everyone

that drives you nuts in your own house

and you cram it all
in one tiny little space.

I take it you're not going
to follow up on this, then?

Oh, no, I'm putting a 30-man unit
on it as we speak, Jack.

I mean, this kind of case is exactly
how we should spend our resources.

You ready for the team alignment meeting?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Yeah.

Good opportunity to leverage
your core competency, Barry.

Yeah, great opportunity, Simon.

Can I at least have a glass of water?

You know there's a filter under
the sign that says 'Homicide Squad'.

Give us a call
when they murder you, Jack.

Maybe then I can help you out.

Ah, lovely.

Thank you.

- I spoke to the Australian Embassy.
- Oh, yeah?

The adoption's going to take forever.

It's a minefield of bureaucracy.

Maybe this loose arrangement's OK.

I can see Fatma whenever I want.

But, darling, the adoption is all
you could talk about for a year.

I know, but it means
going back to Melbourne,

weathering millions of forms
and countless interviews

and even then there's no guarantee, so...

Who would have believed this?

Someone in Manila has
found my old glasses

and incorporated them
into this vegetable noodle dish.

And you thought
those hideous things were lost.

Yes. Yes, I did.

And then I said, "They might have
fallen behind the bookcase,"

and you explained
you'd already looked there.

Thoroughly.

And now they found their way
into this dish.

Glass noodles.

Your celebrant had...

...uncompleted units in stagecraft
and pastoral care.

Well, she had a, uh,
a maypole and a ring box.

She was the real deal.

Except she wasn't registered.

But... but Cherry is my wife,
in name and in heart.

But not in law.

So what's...? That's it, is it?

You put a man's life to an end
and you just say it's the law.

Well, who are you to judge me...

...Ian Knight?

Who are you to cast doubt
on my marriage, on my love?

Like I said, not a marriage

if the celebrant has
an incomplete Cert IV.

Ian. Ian, do you walk
through your door...

...and feel a warmth
rising from your ankles?

Rising up until your entire body
is glowing?

Do you have someone to hold you at night,

when the world around you
is just spinning out of control?

Who yells at you, Ian, when you mix
the whites with the colours?

Because that's what I had.

Everything alright there?

You have to give my wife back her visa.

She's done nothing wrong.

Ms Blossom's place of residence was
a pub with multiple bedrooms,

where she was working seven days
a week without a work permit.

- Yeah...
- Someone reported her, Mr Collins.

And unfortunately
their suspicions are confirmed.

Someone who?

I'm afraid that's classified.

- Hello?
- Hi, my name's Jack Irish...

Who?

Who the hell are you and what are
you doing with my daughter's phone?

I'm a friend of your father's.
I actually spoke at his funeral.

And I think I might have inherited
something that belongs to you.

Inherited? What the hell
are you talking about?

What happened to you?

Well, I got assaulted
and thrown in the boot of a car.

And you tell me not to bullshit.

So you thought you'd just
Airbnb at my place, did you?

No, you pay for Airbnb. I'm couchsurfing.

Right, so those dishes are just
going to surf their way

to the sink, are they?

Eventually when they're ready.

Gulls migrate. Salmon swim upstream.

Runaways return to their parents.

I just spoke to your mum on the phone.

Yeah, awesome.

Apparently you were supposed to be
spending two weeks with your dad.

Listen, if there's
some kind of issue there,

or you want to talk about something...

Jesus! Seriously, please don't.

Whoa!

Mate, have you got a, um,
a shovel I could borrow?

For all that manual labour that you do?

No, I realised yesterday
that I do not own

one single piece of equipment
that real men own.

Real men have tools, Jack,

and I all have is a smash and blend
juicer, a coffee machine

and a battery-operated
nasal hair trimmer.

You do realise it's a federal offence

to open somebody else's mail, don't you?

Yeah, it's a force of habit.
It's not like I read them.

Hey, mate, I had absolutely no idea
that you were seeing a shrink.

Where are you going?

For a swim upstream.

Alright, so back to your dad's?

What's the shovel for?

Men's Retreat. You dig
your own grave and lie in it.

And you're paying for this, are you?

They say it's only when you
look death in the eye

that you can move forward with your life.

You should come along.

It's not cheap
but it's a bargain compared to that.

Oh, you're kidding me.

I had a conference call at six.

The timetable isn't
an exact science, Phillip.

What are they doing on there?

My time, my rules.

If you boys are not off there
in three seconds,

the controllers go in the bin.

One, two...

Rory Finch.

- Rory, it's Jack.
- Oh, hi.

- Ah, I need to see you.
- Of course.

How about that place
near your office at seven?

Uh, yeah, I should be able to do that.

- Great.
- I'll see you soon.

Who was that?

I've got to get down to the school.

I forgot it's
Spencer's parent-teacher night.

Oh, no!

Dad, Phillip's going to be making
you dinner tonight, OK?

No, I won't.

Changeover was at six.
You're on, I'm off.

Fine.

Then neither of us
will go to parent-teacher.

I hope he hasn't put any onion in this.

No. No, he hasn't.

Fine. I'll go to parent-teacher.

Fine. You go.

What's his teacher's name?

I can't have onion!

I'm making casseruola manzo.
It has onion in it.

Can you just pick it out for him?

No, I can't take it out,
it's finely chopped.

Oh, for God's sake, Phillip.
The man is dying.

Can you just humour him?

Like I haven't been doing that
my entire fucking life...

- See you soon, kids!
- Bye!

I take it you don't have internet banking

or private health insurance.

So...

I'm assuming we're not here
to discuss your mental health.

Look, 19 students
who attended Meritus College

with Eddie and Lakshmi were all deported

the day after Lakshmi died.

One of them got away,

and then he turns up
at some random Doncaster office block

waving a knife around.

Javed Nazeem.

Did you know him?

He was all over the news.

Wasn't a patient of yours, was he?

Is that a no?

You really struggle with this whole
confidentiality thing, don't you?

Javed had something he wanted to tell me

and our meeting got cut short,
so I need to talk to him.

- So how do you plan on doing that?
- Well, he's an illegal.

They'll be holding him
in some detection centre

before he's deported, I imagine.

No-one gets access to those places.

Oh, come on. There's got to be a way,
doesn't there?

Why don't you just
go to the police, Jack?

- Tried that.
- Well, go to the media.

Tell them a private school and
Immigration are doing dodgy deals.

Expose the bastards.

'Dodgy deal' doesn't really explain
why Eddie Chin got murdered

halfway through his delivery round,
though, does it?

How well did you know Eddie Chin?

He was my courier.

So you're close
with your garbage collector

and your gas meter reader too, are you?

Yes, they've promised to name
their firstborn children after me.

- So I wanted to...
- So you're not doing...

Just so you know...

...my husband and I, we're...

...bird-nesting.

- Bird-nesting?
- Mm-hm.

Keeping the family home intact
while the parents are not together.

We fly in and out,

and we ensure the kids have
continuity and stability.

Like an oil rig for relationships.

Something like that.

With the occasional explosion.

OK.

I just wanted to be clear
about my relationship status,

so you didn't think that I was...

- Flirting with me?
- No.

That would be unethical.

Oh, well, I think we can safely
assume that at 300 bucks an hour,

I am no longer your patient.

Dougie here's got something to say.

Haven't you, Dougie?

Sorry about shooting up your place, Cyn.

There, he said it.

It was a moment of passion.

Fire in the belly, blood boiling

and a man driven
to the edge by injustice.

There's over $1,000 worth of damage.

On the positive side,
Dougie used to be a plasterer.

I don't want him near my kids.

The man's a mouse, Cyn. Look at him.

Does that look like a man
who would have drugged horses?

If he was, he wouldn't have shot
at the ceiling.

He would have massacred
the lot of you in your beds.

Oh, yeah, no, you're right, Harry.

Such admirable restraint.

Come on, Cyn.
Let the man repair your cornice.

Now he's apologised, it's your turn.

Jack.

How are you?

I'm good. How are you?

Yeah, great.

Long time.

Yeah.

And given the word count
of this conversation,

maybe next time we should just text.

- Listen, I've got a story for you.
- Have you?

- Yeah. I think it's really big.
- Really?

It's about a private college

that's promising to educate
international students.

- It's just taking their money.
- Jack, one, I'm in Manila.

There's been two deaths
and a cover up so...

Two, all editors want is clickability,

so you'll lose them
on international students,

dead or alive,
unless one of them's a Kardashian.

Three, even if you expose corruption,

someone will call it 'fake news'.

Do you know how I and 90% of all
other journalists make money now?

It's puff pieces.

Real investigative news died
with the internet.

Are you not up-to-date
with that invention yet?

So that's a no, is it?

- Yes.
- But that was a yes.

- Yes, that was a no, Jack.
- Linda...

- What's he got?
- Oh, I don't know. I don't care.

Really?

You didn't get the details?

Whatever happened to this beautiful woman

who wandered on to my rooftop
three years ago,

insisting she was a serious,
award-winning journalist?

She met a lazy, ill-dressed man
and it kind of ruined her life.

Oh, well, that's a shame.

She would have walked over hot coals
for a real story.

If you could get off my case...

...literally.

I've got a flight to catch and
a much more important story to tell

about Devi Gupta's new musical.

Wait. Wait, I've got something.

Here.

I found it in a cereal box.
Nearly choked on it.

Thought you might find a use for it.

I spoke to the embassy.

Why didn't you tell me
they wanted us to be married?

You'd do that for her?

I'd do it for you.

Well, come on. Don't make me wait.

My knees might not survive.

And I can get money back on the ring
if I return it in 24 hours.

And in some other news,

the Minister for Homeland Security
has announced

that Doncaster terrorist
and illegal immigrant, Javed Nazeem,

will be deported to India
within the next 48 hours.

Well, this is another example

of why this government has increased
vital safeguards.

Thorough screening is of utmost
importance to national security.

Without such security measures in place,

we open our doors
to the threat of terrorism.

This government is committed
to ensuring events of this nature...

Psst! Drew, is that you?

He's in number three.

Oh, OK. Thanks, mate.

Drew!

Fuck! It's Jack.

Jack? Well, you...

You can't go calling out a bloke's
name when he's lying in a grave.

I thought you were God.
You nearly gave me a heart attack.

- At least you're prepared.
- You're too late, mate.

We spent all afternoon
digging these things.

- It's not like there's a spare.
- It's OK.

Listen, how do I get
into a detention centre?

You drove all the way out here
to ask me that?

- You're a lawyer.
- Yeah, I do conveyancing.

You've had more experience
with these kind of cases.

Listen, there's a guy
on terrorism charges,

so the usual drill is
they question him for days,

they get a list of his contacts,
he goes to trial

and then they ship him back, right?

Yes.

- Well, they're not doing any of that.
- Shh!

Ohh. I'm trying to die here!

How do I get to talk to him?

Well, you can't.

The detainee has to ask
for your services directly,

on an official form,
in writing, in triplicate.

And how does he do that from detention?

Oh, precisely.

They make it impossible for the poor
bastards to get representation.

Right.

How long are you planning on being dead?

Got another 12 hours.

Then apparently you reach breaking point

and discover what's really of value
in your life.

Right. A comfortable bed, I'd imagine.

You don't happen to have
a throat lozenge on you

by any chance, do you?

Shh! We're supposed to be dead.

That guy's been a pain in the arse
since we got here.

Relax, mate, you're
going to ruin the experience!

Alright.

- Rest in peace.
- Yeah.

- You sure one's enough, Jack?
- I can get more.

There's a whole hand
where this came from.

Hi, Denis.

I thought we were quid pro quo last time?

Yeah, just a couple more questions.

I'm calling the police.

Sure.

Dialling finger.

I told you everything I know last time.

I reckon you probably know
more than you think.

You might surprise yourself, Denis.

It's amazing the amount of knowledge
people pick up over a lifetime.

I often know the answers on quiz shows.

Now, when the students
arrive in the country,

you hold their passports here,
is that right?

The height of Mount Kosciuszko.
They asked that once.

I knew it.

2,228 metres.

Bloke didn't know.

But when they leave the country,

they obviously take their passports
with them, yeah?

If they don't leave the country
and they go on the run perhaps,

like Javed Nazeem, for example,

his passport still remains here
with you, I imagine.

How do you feel about writing
a little letter for me,

to the Admissions Officer?

Use them or fucking lose them, Denis.

To the Admissions Officer...

I, Javed Nazeem...

"I, Javed Nazeem..."

...appoint the services of Jack Irish
LLB to represent me in a matter...

"..pertaining to my current
status of detention.

"I declare that I, as a resident
of India, visited Australia..."

UNC3462's already got
a court-appointed attorney.

- UNC?
- Unlawful non-citizen.

Next.

Hang on, Javed Nazeem contacted me.

He's not happy with that appointment
so he's exercising his right

to a private option.

I mean, why would I have his passport

if I wasn't representing him?

You're going to have to wait
a lifetime to get that approved.

I'm not in a hurry, mate.

You sure?

Really?

OK.

Jack Irish.

Sign in.

Place your phone and keys in the tub.

Uh, can I use your pen?

Javed, I'm not sure if you remember me.

I'm... I'm Jack Irish.

We were supposed to meet.

Shakti said you had something to tell me.

Do you remember what that was?

Javed.

Javed, can you speak English, mate?

You might be the last person
around who can help me.

I don't know what you're saying, mate.

- Hey!
- It's OK.

What is that?

Javed?

Aah!

Jack.

We need to talk.

I'm required by law
to sign a privacy document.

The government needs an independent
mental health assessment

of detainees before deportation.

I've been called in
on numerous occasions...

I specifically asked you...

I specifically told you
that I couldn't tell you.

So you were brought in to assess
the students being deported.

Who exactly is on trial here?

I don't know. You tell me.

I protect the privacy

of vulnerable people
because I care about them, Jack.

That's my job.

Now, forgive me
for putting them ahead of you

and your completely
unofficial investigation.

Well, then you should
be concerned to know

that Javed Nazeem is seemingly
in some permanent psychosis.

- They let you see him?
- Yeah.

How did you get into a detention centre?

- What did you prescribe him?
- Nothing.

He was like that when I found him.

I asked to see his medical chart.

He'd been prescribed an extremely
high dose of Clozapine on admission.

It's... it's an anti-psychotic.

And who gave him that?

I don't know. The chart wasn't signed.

The chart wasn't signed?
Don't you think that's weird?

Whoever it was clearly didn't want
Javed telling anybody what he knows.

Jack...

...I know it's hard,
when you see injustice,

to walk away,
especially given your past...

Oh, don't psychoanalyse me, please.

I don't want another bill.

All I'm saying...

...is the challenge for you
moving forward

is to know when to let things go.

Well, that's the best advice
you've given me, so thank you.

I'm going to back Dandelion Dreamer.

8/1. She's got good form coming in.

Jack, if I ever want racing
tips from you, check me into a home.

Put your money
on Crimson Tide for a place.

- It's long bloody odds.
- Jack, trust the experts.

Yeah, alright.

Dandelion Dreamer's
hanging on from Serendipity

and Dandelion Dreamer's just going
to win from Serendipity.

Midnight Boss has got third

with Crimson Tide wide out
finishing fourth.

Looks like you owe me 300 bucks, Harry.

I really could have used that money.

We have a call for jockey B. Cavelli,

the rider of Dandelion Dreamer,

to attend the steward's room
as soon as possible.

Cavelli weighed in light.

Dandelion's disqualified,

which bumps Crimson Tide up to third.

Give the man 1,500.

Well played, Jack.

Spend it wisely.

Two trainers banned...

One, plus Dougie.

Now B. Cavelli out for 20 meets.

It's got to be building up
to something big.

This stinks, even for racing.

Yeah, but he's a, you know,
thorough operator.

I mean, doping and fiddling with weights.

What's going to be his next scam?

Did you see anyone else
put money on Crimson Tide?

There was a woman and her daughter
put on a couple of thousand.

Someone must have paid you well
to weigh in light, Bruce.

It's got nothing to do with me, Cam.

Someone must have fiddled
with me saddlecloth.

Got somewhere to be, do you?

Just going home to the missus.

Ibiza? Spain.

Nice this time of year.

Yeah, my weather app
reckons 28 every day.

So you choose the middle
of the racing season

to piss off overseas and have a holiday?

Someone must have paid you well.

I'm telling you the truth.

She didn't pay me anything.

Harry. Three o'clock.

I'd recognise those pins anywhere.

It's not a good idea to start
bullshitting me, you little ferret.

Mr Agarwal, please accept
my sincerest apologies.

The coroner told us

the delay was due to
a bureaucratic bungle with customs.

And they...

She has been sitting on a shelf
without an address.

I see.

Lakshmi was a beautiful girl, Mr Agarwal.

She can now find the peace she deserves.

Who gave you that?

The college.

Why the hell would they have them?

Mrs Khurana.

She told me
there were issues with customs.

I know I'm just a poor man,
but I'm not a fool.

Lakshmi's letter, a lie.

College, accommodation, all,
everything, lies.

How can I believe
anything they tell me now?

Jack...

...you're the only one who I can trust.

Please, take this.

And you find out the truth for me, hm?

How long are you here for, Ajeet?

My flight is tomorrow. Three.

Oh, right. Um...

Listen, why don't
I pick you up at 12, eh?

But I will not leave without Lakshmi.

Irish.

What now?

Well, apparently she spent the night
in a clothing bin.

You said you were going to your dad's.

You said you were locked in a car boot.

Thanks.

Who's that?

It may or may not be an Indian girl
who's walked in front of a bus.

I don't know why I bother asking.

This your dad's place?

Gus.

You don't have to come in.

Oh, actually I think I might.

Nice house.

You really think it's OK

to keep breaking into people's homes
that aren't yours?

- I didn't.
- So who are they then?

That's not your family, is it?

Gus, give me your dad's number.
I'm going to call him.

Gus.

Gus!

Is this your dad?

- Where is he?
- Bali.

With his wife and their kids.

Why didn't you go with them?

Didn't want to go.

Why don't you stay here all the time?
Big house to yourself.

Every teenager's dream, isn't it?

Like you said...

...it's not my home.

Kensington Street Medical Centre.

One moment, please.

Well, I pride myself

on restoring my patients
back to full health, Jack,

but this might be beyond me.

I need someone to find out
if they're human for me.

I take it this is not
a property dispute case.

No.

Listen, my neck's still giving me
a bit of grief.

I'm sure it is.

Well, give me something, will you?

There are a thousand doctors who would.

You have to ask yourself
why you keep coming back to me.

Yeah, I do ask myself that. Hourly.

I spoke to your psychiatrist, Jack.

A lovely woman
and a highly-regarded doctor

who is very interested in your wellbeing.

We both decided
that prescription medicine

was not the solution to your woes.

Let's just hope she can sort you out
before you turn into these.

Yeah? Yes, OK.

What about some of this?
Whatever this is.

Just because I take their merchandise

doesn't mean I prescribe their drugs.

Take it.

Might prevent skin cancer.

Great.

What are you doing?

Hello, Daddy.

Hello, is Cherry Blossom there?

No, but I could be Cherry Blossom
if you want me to be.

Oh. Oh, don't be shy.

What's your name, big boy?

Hey, you got to feel for the poor bugger.

He'll get over it.

Yeah, but it's not easy having
your wife scuttle off like that.

Yeah. But at the same time...

- Yeah?
- ..pies are back.

Yeah.

Uh, everyone, this is Gus.

- Gus is Charlie's grand-daughter.
- Ah!

Gus, meet Eric, Wilbur and Stan.

Hi, Gus.

At least if you set fire to this place,

Stan will get the insurance for it.

What?

Can I have my usual
and a lemonade? Thanks.

Uh, yeah.

So, you want to tell me
why you tried to burn down

a perfectly good doctor's surgery?

"Gus is depressed.

"Gus has an eating disorder.
Gus isn't coping."

They never think
they're the ones with the problem

and I'm the one who has to deal with it.

Well, maybe you should tell them that.

Have you talked to Mum?

What about your dad?

Nah, he's a dick.

Well, maybe I could talk to him.

He's not interested, OK?
He's got a new family.

Mum thinks he looks after me
but I never stay with him.

Whenever I came over for the school
holidays, I always stayed with Opa.

At least he didn't talk.

Unless you count personal criticism,
and half of it being in German.

Yeah. He only did that
to people he liked.

Well, I'm sure he did it
to you, then, too.

He was pretty harsh
about my dovetail joints.

He was harsh
about every one of my joints.

"You call zis a
finger joint? Is it wearing mittens?"

- Oh, hello, Daddy.
- No! No!

Go away. It's good to see you again.

Wrong number.

How about you try an underscore
between 'Cherry' and 'Blossom'?

Underscore, you reckon, eh?

OK.

- Oh, there?
- Mm-hm.

OK.

OK.

Oh, thank you, Gus.

Oh, uh.

Yes, mate, is there
a Cherry Blossom there?

_

What's he saying?

Sounds like he's going on about
what a great son-in-law you are.

There is a canker in our midst.

An infection in the vein.

An ulcer in the muscle.

Someone rang the authorities
about Cherry.

And if there is one thing
I will not tolerate at the Prince,

it's treason!

Mark my words,
I will find out who it was.

Because once you've had
what I've had, you fight for it.

Cherry and me have got the kind of love,

well, they write songs about it.

You're not gonna sing one for us,
though, are you, Stan?

No!

Oh, yes. No, yeah, yeah.
That's right, laugh at my expense.

Do you even know what love is, Jack?

The answer is no, and I'll tell you why.

Because you have the emotional life
of an amoeba.

Ohh!

Well, I'm on your side
with this one, Stan.

No bloody idea.

Although that's not really
fair to the amoeba.

- Come on, Gus, let's go.
- I'm fine here.

Yeah, yeah, look,
the lass can stay with us, Jack.

Yeah.

Well, it's been a long time

since I've had the pleasure
of the company of a young lady.

Hey, boss.

How'd you go with the limo company?

Got a hold of the client's address.

I'm just outside
her window at the moment.

- Hey!
- Oi! Oof!

I got to go.

Harry, red jacket.

Our mystery woman loves golf

and is extremely close to her daughter.

- Ricky bloody Kirsch!
- Yep.

Irish.

Just confirming the tree is dead.

What?

Your property dispute case.
I got the results back.

Oh, right. And?

Nothing human in those ashes.

Right. Thought so.

Oh, and Jack,

the forensic testing cost $300.

Yeah, course it did.

What's the pick-up address?

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

Yep.

I'm sorry about the fire in the bin, too.

See you.

So not a fun day today?

It's Wednesday.

Wouldn't it be more efficient
if everybody hated their work?

Because then they'd rush through it
to get home quicker.

Hey, have you ever read
the Harvard Study on Happiness?

Negative energy is contagious,

so if you haven't got
anything positive to say,

maybe you could leave.

Even if you do, could you still leave?

Listen, I found this list inside a pen.

It's got all
the deported student names on it...

Hey, Meredith?

Hey, I don't really think
you put in much effort last week.

I mean, it's not a criticism.

It is just an observation.

What do you reckon
all the A's and P's are?

I don't know, Jack.
Academic grades, probably.

Now, no matter what your opinion
of the theme, Miles,

the key word here is participation.

What is Outlander, anyway?

It is a ground-breaking
feminist time travel series

that subverts the male gaze.

Look, I know you and your boyfriend
are having issues, Jason,

but maybe instead of bringing
those into work,

you could bring in a kilt and a smile.

Anyway, about the list.
Will you take a look?

I'll give you a call.

When you can't go to Ibiza,

let Ibiza come to you, I say.

Dig in, Bruce.

You decided to share
our little secret, did you, Brucey?

- I didn't say nothing.
- No?

Then why was the man
you were talking to at the races

in my front garden?

Dunno.

That's what you get
when you cross Ricky Kirsch!

Jennifer.

_

Mr Agarwal?

_

Now you think you can just fob me off?

_

Please...

...don't lie to me.

OK, I am not lying to you, Mr...

What are you doing?

What...?

Yep?

- Jack?
- Yeah.

The names on the list.

I can send you their student files

and the courses they studied
but I can't trace them to India.

You'll need someone on the ground.

There are 500 Neerja Mangeshkars
in Uttar Pradesh alone.

- Well, thanks for trying.
- Wait, Jack.

There's something else.

Hi.

This is a bit of a long shot.
I'm trying to track someone down.

Name?

If I had his name,
I wouldn't need to track him down.

He's written this list.

Uh, what did he look like?

Uh, male, Caucasian,

middle-aged, sort of brown hair.

Hardly any of them around here.

Yeah.

I don't suppose he was wearing
a white lab coat?

'Cause that'd really narrow it down.

Thanks.

You ready?
Don't want to miss your flight.

I told you, Jack.

I will not leave without Lakshmi.

Come on, Ajeet. Pack your bags.

There's nothing more you can do, mate.

Run! Run!

What the fuck?

Sorry.

Let's go to the airport, eh?

I promised my wife,
and now I go home with nothing.

If I cannot bring her home to the family,

that's it, she will be lost forever.

Passengers flying
Air India Flight 205 to Mumbai,

proceed to gate number one for boarding.

I promise you.
We'll get to the bottom of this.

As they say, Ms Hillier,
what happens on set stays on set.

So you won't confirm your on-set
romance with co-star Sunni Kamal?

How do you keep in shape
for such strenuous dance routines?

Thank you so much for asking.

I practice hatha yoga
every morning for two hours.

Oh!

But can I tell you the real secret
behind my glowing appearance?

I'm sure you're going to.

It is my new range of skin care products,

Aloe Sundar.

This moisturiser keeps my skin nourished,

even under the harshest of studio lights.

You can get it
directly from my website...

Could you excuse me
for one moment? Sorry.

Thanks. Bye.

Yeah?

Yeah, I'll do it. Give me the details.

Oh, great.

Well, there's 18 people
I need to locate in India.

India?

Yeah, I need to know if they're alive
and if they're not, how they've died.

You want me to travel 5,000km

to locate 18 people
in a country of 1.3 billion?

- Uh, yeah.
- OK, fine.

You'll cover my travel
and expenses, right?

Um, yeah, fair enough.
When can you leave?

You're lucky. I'm already here
on a stupid junket anyway.

Take a screenshot of the names
and MMS me all the details, yeah?

Oh...

Just ask Simone.

Yeah. Thanks.

I'm not going to ask.

I'll just get this then, will I?

Hm. Couch surfing?

Mm.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Can we...?

I just wanted to say I'm sorry about
the unsolicited psychoanalysis.

It's a defence mechanism.

You were right.

I was flirting with you
and I really shouldn't have been.

I have kids. I have a full-time job.

Anything happening between you and me

is completely out of the question.

I mean, I dissect
these things for a living.

An affair is basically
just about the first kiss.

That forbidden illicit moment.

After that it's all downhill.

I don't want to waste my time
thinking about you

when I'm with my patients
or doing my kids' homework.

What's the point,

when in a few months
it's just going to be over

in some sordid hotel with...?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's all we needed to do, really.

Maybe just one more to be sure?