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Come and get me
there, coppers.

Come on.

Come and get me.

Where's Clive?

Inside.

I can see you there, coppers.

I've already shot
one of your mates.

Now, come and get me.

Bill, Bill.

Go on and shoot.

Jesus.

Drop the gun.

Drop it now.

Drop it.

Stay here.

Christ.

Bill.

Bill.

Bill.

That's enough.

Phil.

Go on and shoot.

Come on.

Dr. Blake to see Sean McBride.

Thank you.
- Doc.

Phil.

They want to hang
him in the morning.

I better be quick then.

His brother's in there now.

His brother?

The priest.

Sister.

Presented with
joint pains and blood

in his urine,
temperature of 104.

Blood pressure 110 over 60.

I gave him some aspirin
to help with his fever.

Aspirin, that's all?

Mm-hmm.

Any history of infection?

Not that I know about.

Right.

Let's have a little listen, hey?

Let's see what's going on.

It's all right, Sean.

Rapid heart rate.

Systolic heart murmur.

And the spots on
his palms, splinter

hemorrhages under his nails.

Some blood work,
I think, Sister.

That's all right, Sean.

Thank you, Sister.

Oh, there we are.

200,000 units penicillin IV.

Thank you.

The IV might help, Bill.

Might?

Until I get a
proper diagnosis.

I didn't kill him.

I didn't do it.

Sean, Sean.

I didn't do it.
- Sean, listen to me.

It's Xavier.
Can you hear me?

Sean.

Let's pray together.

You heard what he said, Bill?

He said he was innocent.

They all say
that at some point.

No one wants to die,
especially not like this.

Perhaps.

His level of fever,
the conscious mind

has already shut
down, which means

he's not capable of lying.

That's not my business.

Ah, yes, as long
as he hangs on time,

that's all that matters.

It doesn't matter
what either of us think.

He's due to hang
tomorrow, and it's

our job to make that happen.

Eggs, Daniel?

Oh, thanks, Auntie Jean.

Well, you need
it for the game.

You been working
on your batting?

Don't need to.

You keep getting out LBW.

It's getting tedious.

Don't.

So how is the great man?

A lot more mature
than some people I know.

Of course, only
mature people write

letters to girls about books.

At least we have
something to talk about.

Who's interested in talking?

Looks like they're going
to have to deny themselves

the pleasure of
killing Sean McBride

for at least another day or so.

What?

I was at the
prison last night.

The boy is seriously ill.

It's just barbaric.

Oh, what?

So it's OK to kill
police officers?

That's not what I said.

Clive I was a mate.

His wife was pregnant.

Oh, and that wins
the argument, does it?

Mattie, Daniel,
eat your breakfast.

No, sorry, Auntie Jean.

I want to hear how
Mattie and her boyfriend

would deal with bastards--

Daniel.

crooks like McBride.

Well, the crime rate actually
goes up after an execution.

They solve nothing.

Everyone knows that.

Thank you, Mattie.

But not everybody
knows or believes that.

Doc, I was there.

And you saw McBride
kill that man?

Well, no.

After that.

The bloke wanted to die.

Well, he's changed
his mind, Danny.

Yeah, well, it's a bit
bloody late for that.

Temperature normal.

Heartbeat regular.

Anything more in
his medical history?

He had an abscess tooth
removed about a month ago.

You didn't mention
that when I asked you.

I didn't think
it was important.

I'm the doctor.

I decide what's important.

Sean, how are you?
Dr. Blake.

I saw you last night.

Would you mind
putting that down?

Not one for smoking, doc?

It will kill you.

Now, how are you feeling?

Better.

Better?

Good.

Now, last night, you told me
you didn't shoot Clive Cooper.

I must have been delirious.

Really?

It sounded very definite.

I shot him, doc, OK?

End of story.

Amytal, 100 mils.

Amytal?

100 mils.

Thank you.

We're all done, Sean.

Endocarditis brought on
by a previous infection.

You'll be glad to
know he's on the mend.

How soon?

Yes, we wouldn't want to hang
a man who was feeling sick,

would we, Bill?

Doctor, Sean seems
better this morning.

Yes, in some respects.

That's a blessing.

Has he ever spoken to
you about what happened?

I'm not just his brother.

I'm his priest as well.

Oh, of course he confessed.

What's said in
the confessional

is between the
supplicant and God.

Has he ever spoken
to you about what

happened outside of confession?

He regrets what happened.

We all do.

It seems a bit
odd, doesn't it?

Man pleads guilty in court,
then says he's innocent.

Not so odd under
the circumstances.

It must be
difficult ministering

to your own family, Father.

Faith offers great
consolation, Doctor.

Sometimes blinds
us to the truth.

Do you believe in God, Doctor?

I used to believe in
a just and merciful god.

And now?

Now I'm not so sure.

Thank you.

Excuse me, Doctor.

Joy McDonald.

I'm with "The Herald."

I believe you're the doctor
treating Sean McBride.

I'm a doctor, Joy.

Is that no comment?

No comment.

What can you tell us
about his state of mind?

Should his execution
go ahead anyway?

I'm fixing this man up
so the state can put a rope

around his neck and kill him.

Does that make sense to you?

Me neither.

May I quote you?

No comment.

Two.

Are you coming too?

No, I can't.

Go on.

Got a
Bob on Parks to make 50.

Really?

Might not take you up on that.

Suit yourself.

Saw Sean McBride last night.

He said he was innocent.

I would never have picked you
for the gullible type, Blake.

You know I'm not.

McBride confessed.

Really?

What did he say exactly?

Oh, bloody hell, Blake.

He killed Cooper, and he took
a shot at Parks and Hobart.

That's what he said.

McBride had a fever of 104.

So?

The conscious mind ceases
to function at that point.

That's when he told
you he was innocent?

Yes.

He was incapable of lying.

So whatever McBride did, he
didn't believe he was guilty.

You've
spoken to him this morning?

Yes.

What did he say.

That he shot Cooper.

Even if it wasn't
one of my men dead,

I'd still string the bastard up.

Oh, shot.

Jean, if someone
confessed to a crime

then recanted that confession,
which would you believe?

Would depend on the situation.

No, just off the
top of your head.

The recant.

Probably means they've had
time to think about the truth.

Or get worried about
the consequences.

You said top of my head.

This is about Sean McBride,

who murdered a policeman.

Apparently.

You know he had
a shot at Danny.

Maybe you should talk to
a few of the young girls

who he's apparently left to
bring up bastard children.

Thank you, Jean.

Or Clive's widow.

It's out of your hands.

He was pretty drunk.

Had a bit of a crack at us.

Us?

Me and Harris.

It's McBride's brother, not
the priest, the other one.

Oi, wake up.

Doctor is here to see you.

I
don't need a doctor.

Shut up.

Goodness me.

What happened here?

He came at us.

We had to protect ourselves.

I was talking to the patient.

Yeah, you mongrel, piss off.

Go and join your brother.

You and your whole
family are packing--

- Shut your face.
- Peter.

Peter.

My name is Dr. Blake.

Now, let me just have
a little look at you.

Where else are you hurt?

Everywhere.

You go to appeal for that?

Good luck with that, Doc.

Ta.

Danny, I'd like to see
the incident report on Clive

Cooper's death, please.

Why?

Because I'm the
police surgeon,

and I'm asking you for it.

Don't push this
one, Doc, please.

Thank you.

All right.

Postmortem says cause of
death was gunshot wound.

Yup.

There was a second
wound caused by a blow

to the back of the head
inflicted before he was shot.

Now, where was that
bullet wound, Danny?

Entered the front of chest.

So Sean apparently pulled a gun.

No, he took Clive's.

Neighbors report
hearing a gunshot around 6:20.

You and Harris arrived around--

6:30.

Yeah, 6:30.

Why was Cooper there
in the first place?

Well, he was questioning
McBride over a robbery.

And was Sean never charged?

Put it back.
Put it back.

Put it back.

Officers, hi.

Gentlemen.

All righty.

What are you doing here?

Minding my own business.

Where did you get these?

This has nothing
to do with you, Bill.

The boss know
you're here, Doc?

The role of police
surgeon affords

me a certain
investigative freedom.

Good for you.

You're under arrest.

So you broke into
McBride's old house.

Abandoned house.

Don't you correct me.

I was checking the
reports on Cooper.

Right after Sean McBride's
miraculous about face.

Is that it?

McBride's a liar.

- What about the photos?
- I borrowed them.

Borrowed?

That'd be
Constable Parks, sir.

Sergeant.

It wasn't Daniel's fault.
I see it as an extension

of my duties as police.

- Shut up, Blake.
- Book him now, sir.

Goodbye.

Now, says here a
certain unnamed doctor

made statements to a journalist
outside the prison yesterday.

Do you know anything about that?

I-- I may have been misquoted.

Why is it that your
concerns are more

important than anyone else's?

Well, they're not.

Stuff up again,
and you're history.

A patient for you.

No appointment.

Thank you, Jean.

Come through.

I wasn't sure I
needed an appointment.

Well, it's a quiet day.

What's the problem?

Nothing at all.

There's nothing wrong with me.

I'm here under false
pretenses, and I apologize.

I was hoping you might give me
more of an extended interview.

I'm afraid I won't be
making any further comment.

You were very
eloquent at the prison.

I was very angry.

Perhaps you're worried your
arguments don't stack up.

It's an interesting tack.

Please.

So how do you deal
with what must be such

a painful conflict of interest?

I annoy the hell out
of my boss, and I drink.

What about you?

Mostly, I smoke,
and I bite my nails.

What would you say
if I told you I'd

discovered certain links between
Sean McBride and the police?

What kind of links?

Sean McBride was known to
pass on the occasional piece of

information when it suited him.

Do you know who he
passed information on to?

Bill Hobart.

Mean anything?

Do you think I could ask
you a couple of questions?

I don't think so.

I try never to incriminate
myself during work hours.

After work?

After work would be fine.

Right, get your hat.

Where are we going?

You need to learn where
your loyalties lie, Constable.

Deb?

It's Bill.

Deb, you remember Danny Parks.

Hello, Danny.

Hi.

Danny and I
thought we'd call round

just to see how you're going.

That's very kind.

Jean, would you mind popping
in here for a moment, please?

Oh.

Yes, would you
mind terribly just laying

down on the floor over here?

Face up.

Face down.

This is still--

Sean McBride, yeah.

Well, you know what I think.

Yes.

Thank you.

Just down here.

That's right.

Do excuse me.

Oh.

I'm just-- his leg-- yeah.

Perfect.

How old is she?

He's six months.

Oh, right.

Deb, have you got
a small screwdriver?

Yeah, it's in the kitchen.

I'll take him.

Hey.

Hello.

She's doing it tough.

It's not going to
get any easier.

He's not going to have a dad.

Pensions not worth jack.

So we got to look after her,

don't we?

She's family.

You clear?

Yeah.

Good man.

Thanks.

Here's mommy.

Mattie, I borrow
you for a moment, please?

Come in and help
me with something.

Can you please get a move on.

The rabbit's almost ready.

Yes, of course.

Jean, hop up for
me for a moment,

and threaten each other, yes?

Threaten each other.

Because you're
fighting, you see?

You're fighting.

You're struggling
with each other.

And Jean, you would fall to
the floor hitting your head.

Oh, really?

What on?

Well, I don't know.

Oh, how violent is
this supposed to be?

The rabbit is done.

You can tidy up when
you're finished.

Right.

So the bullet entered the
front of the chest, yes?

But the head wound was
at the back, you see?

So--

Well, maybe he hit his
head on the table as he fell.

No, no, no, no.

It was too far away from him.

You see, the body was here.

Well, what sort of
a head wound was it?

Blunt force.

And there was nothing
he could have fallen on?

Someone else was there.

Someone else was in
that bloody room.

Sorry to make you wait.

Peter will be out in a moment.

It's quite a right.

I imagine he's feeling
somewhat fragile.

I'll give him fragile.

Excuse me.

Timothy McBride, put that down.

Doctor, it seems like you've
been treating the whole family.

Yes.

Father.

Bridget called me.

Peter's not in the
good books today.

So I gather.

The wife's giving me hell.

Look, if I said
anything before--

No, no, no, no.

Forgotten.

Gentlemen, I think there
was someone else in the room

when Clive Cooper died.

Peter, did Sean ever talk
to you about that night?

Well, I haven't seen
Sean since he went to jail.

We might leave it at that.

Father, forgive me for
asking, but where were

you when Clive Cooper was shot?

I was holding a private mass.

At 6:20 on a Thursday evening?

I minister to both
my brothers, Doctor.

Yes, of course.

Daniel, how did Bill Hobart know
I was going to be at McBride's?

I was a bloody idiot
to show you that file.

No, you showed me the
file because I asked you to.

Yeah, well, don't ask
me again, all right?

You need anything--
photos, files, whatever--

check with the boss, all right?

All right.

Clive was family.

What was that about?

None of your business.

Is this about Sean McBride?

You have no idea,
Mattie, so shut up.

Oh, so now we see
your true colors, do we?

Go talk to your boyfriend.

The night Clive
Cooper showed up at your place,

what were you doing?

I was drinking.

So why was he there?

Well, he was interviewing you
regards a robbery, was he not?

Ask them.

I'm
asking you, Sean.

There was no robbery.

I gather you're
friends with Bill Hobart.

No.

Well, perhaps not friends.

Perhaps you just pass
on the odd bit of gossip

from time to time.

Is that right?

Sean, what was Clive
doing at your place?

Doc,

a word.

I know what you're doing.

And what's that?

I understand amytal
mimics the symptoms

of the original
infection without causing

the ill effects.

Is that right?

Our nurse has been
doing her homework.

Nurse is bloody worried
about your lack of ethics.

And I don't blame her.

Yes, of course.

You've got an
execution to put on.

We mustn't keep your
superiors waiting.

Just because I'm
a prison warden,

doesn't mean I'm in favor
of capital punishment.

Keep your comments to yourself.

I have a duty of care
to the patient, Bill.

Not any more you don't.

I'm relieving you
of your duties.

Leftovers for lunch

are on the top
shelf in the fridge.

How did you know?

Oh, intuition.

So am I next?

Huh?

You were very rude to the
doctor last night, Danny.

Well?

Well, it's all right for him.

He can just waltz in and
do whatever he wants.

Is that what
you think he does?

Well, apart from making my
life impossible at work, yeah.

We're in his house, Danny.

Don't ever forget that.

Sometimes, the doctor has
his mind on other things.

He doesn't always
notice the rest of us.

Yeah, well, maybe he needs to.

Hmm, maybe he does.

Mrs. Cooper.

Mrs. Cooper, it's Dr. Blake.

Mrs. Cooper.

Mrs. Cooper, please.

I told you to stay out of it.

Bloody--

Bloody hell, Bill.

Get the hell off.

Did it not occur to
you that digging around

in your usual cavalier
fashion might actually

piss a lot of people off?

It did, yes.

Well, we have
nothing more to talk about.

Well, we do have one thing.

Look, Cooper was one of
your most experienced men,

was he not?

Now, how did Sean McBride manage
to inflict a wound at the back

of his head and
then a gunshot wound

at the front of his chest?

I mean, I just can't imagine
McBride getting the drop on him

somehow.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Look, a table was
overturned in the fight.

There was small
change on the floor.

That's part of
the evidence file.

You don't bet on cards if
you're playing by yourself,

nor do you-- nor do you smoke
corked and uncooked cigarettes.

Someone else was in that
room when Cooper was shot,

which makes Sean McBride's
conviction unsound,

even if he confessed.

One of these days,
I'm going to kill you.

Look, one more thing--

the official reason
for Cooper being there

was to question Sean
McBride about a robbery.

What robbery, hmm?

Which robbery was it?

Sean McBride certainly
doesn't know.

Do you know why?

Because no one's ever
questioned him about it.

Have
you quite finished?

Nearly.

Cooper was shot around 6:20.

Bill Hobart was
outside the building

when Parks and Harris
arrived at 6:30.

Now, why wasn't he inside?

Where was he when
Cooper was shot?

I'd like you to explain to
me what this is all about.

What's going on?

Because of you.

Superintendent's
not happy, hey?

Nope.

What's
Bill Hobart's usual pub?

The Pip and Whistle.

Well, I reckon he could
use a drink later on.

Oh, come on.

Hello.

I was wondering if
Dr. Blake is in?

Do you have an appointment?

I didn't have one earlier.

I remember.

It's Jean, isn't it?

That's right, Mrs. McDonald.

You're Lucien's
secretary, aren't you?

I'm the doctor's receptionist.

Wonderful.

Would you mind giving him this?

It's the number of my hotel.

Tell him to call me.

Thank you, Jean.

Mrs. McDonald,

Dr. Blake doesn't
need you making

things difficult for him.

Difficult?

I know the
kind of articles you write.

How do you know
I'm a journalist?

He speaks before he thinks.

I'm just asking you
to respect him when

you're writing your articles.

His reputation is
important to you.

I don't give a fig
about his reputation.

But he forgets that
other people do.

I'm asking you to
keep that in mind.

And that speaking as
his receptionist, is it?

That's right.

Good afternoon, Mrs. McDonald.

by the Radio
Broadcasting Commission.

Oi, we're closed.

Two beers, thanks, Stan.

You've got a nerve.

So have you.

It's after closing time.

Thank you, Stan.

Where were you when
Cooper was shot?

Here.

Yeah, Clive Cooper
takes one in the chest,

and I'm knocking back
beers after closing time.

Great.

So you're here
knocking them back.

Clive goes to visit Sean.

And the next time anyone saw
you was outside McBride's place

after the shooting, yes?

Yes.

Bill, how did you
know to go there?

You chaps don't usually
carry your guns.

Why was Clive carrying his?

Unless you were
there the whole time.

Maybe you smacked your mate
in the back of the head.

Sean was going for his gun.

Maybe, maybe you were the
one who pulled the trigger.

Why in God's name
would I do that?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe you hate him.

Maybe you owed him money.

Maybe you're in
love with his wife.

Maybe you been giving
her one all along.

I thought doctors were
supposed to be smart.

I wasn't the bloke
giving her one.

Sean McBride was.

Mattie, if I wanted to consult
a child's vaccination records,

how would I go about that?

You could ask
the district nurse.

Yes.

I thought so.

You realize this
is the kind of thing

that gets you into trouble?

Yes.

Do you have an
alternative plan?

No.

That's my point.

Mrs. Cooper, it's Mattie
O'Brien, district nurse.

I apologize for the lateness
of the hour, Mrs. Cooper.

I understand Andrew is late for
his diphtheria pertussis shot.

Mrs. Cooper, I'm Dr. Blake.

Sean McBride told me he
didn't kill your husband,

and I believe him.

How is that possible?

I don't know yet.

Then why are you telling me?

Because I'm trying to
find a way to save him.

Now,

I know you and
Sean were intimate.

Did your husband know?

Mrs. Cooper, this
is really important.

You must have cared about Sean.

Yes.

Please take your time.

Clive came home that night.

I don't know how he found out.

He was so angry.

And he said
he was going to Sean's?

He had a gun.

I didn't know what to do.

So you called Bill
Hobart at the pub.

I knew he'd be there.

Yes.

Mrs. Cooper, have you seen
Sean since your husband died?

Of course not.

No, of course.

Just one more question if I may.

Is Sean the father of your baby?

I am sorry, Danny.

I know I've made things
difficult for you.

Yeah, you did.

But looks like you were right.

I still can't prove
it though, can I?

Bill was at the front
when we got there.

I didn't even think
about it at the time.

McBride was shouting at us.

And when he said
he had shot Clive,

Bill just headed
straight for him.

And what did Sean do?

Well, he was waving
his gun around.

I fired at him, missed him,
and got him on the second shot.

He never took a shot at us.

He had bullets.

He had time.

But he didn't shoot.

I don't think
he was ever going

to take a shot at you, Danny.

Bloody hell, Doc.

I thought I was going to die.

If there's ever police stuff
you really need to know,

I'll try and tell you
if it's important.

But it's got to be my
decision, all right?

All right, Danny.

Yes.

Your pacing up and
down's keeping me awake.

There you are.

There was a note for you.

I left it on the kitchen table.

Yes, thank you.

Jean, would you join me?

Please.

I--

I don't know how you
feel about all of this.

Yes, you do.

It's just--

they're going to hang
Sean McBride tomorrow,

and I don't think
he killed anyone.

In fact, I think he's
protecting someone.

Who?

Oh, I don't know.

I think Bill Hobart.

Why would he lie to
protect Bill Hobart?

I don't know.

And someone else was there.

Who else then?

His brothers.

Well,
that sounds more likely.

Who else would you put
your life at stake for?

Family.

It's always about family.

This
is the news from the ABC.

The execution of convicted
police killer, Sean McBride,

will proceed today despite
last-minute appeals

for clemency from religious and
anti-capital-punishment groups.

The execution date was
postponed for several days

due to an illness
suffered by McBride.

And public interest in the
issue has been mounting.

But the premier--
- Doctor.

said this morning

that without compelling
new evidence,

he saw no reason to interfere
with the judicial process.

For Christ's sake,
Blake, it's circumstantial.

The entire case
against Sean McBride

was circum-bloody-stantial.

He confessed.

It was a lie.

Cigarette butts, coins.

Oh, come on, one of
the brothers was there.

- Oh, which one?
- Peter.

You're guessing.
Admissions?

No.

- Did McBride recant?
- No.

Then you've got nothing.

They want someone to hang.

Oh, for God's sake, Lawson.

Go home.

You've done all you can.

Just go home.

No.
No.

One of you was there.

Sean's covering for you.

For God's sake, Peter.

They're going to hang him.

Ah, cork cigarettes.

Sean doesn't smoke cork.

And yet they were both kinds
of butts found on the floor.

Just go.

Peter, is everything OK?

Yes, love.

It's fine.

Oh, you've not told your wife.

Get out.

He's letting his
brother take the blame

for something he didn't do.
- Get out.

That's right.

He's letting Sean die.

Now, is this the
man you married?

- What's he talking about?
- Really?

Surely not.

Is this the man you married?

A coward?

Shut it.

Get out of here.

Mattie, I need your help.

Come along.

No.

You stay here.

I'll talk to her.
- Now, Mattie.

No.

Men scare her now,
you especially.

You stay here.

Bill.

Bill, a word, please.

Doc?

What is it now?

Just a minute.

It'll be all right, OK?

This is wrong.

Father.

No, this is not fair.

Sean deserves peace.

Is suicide a mortal
sin, yes or no?

Of course it is.

In going to his
death voluntarily,

Sean's committing mortal
sin, and you made him do it.

Hello, Sean.

Sean,

Sean, this is Andrew.

You haven't met him,
but he's your son,

your little boy.

Now, if you die, Andrew is going
to grow up without a father.

Do you really think
he deserves that?

Sean, who-- who
killed Clive Cooper?

I was playing cards with Sean.

I stepped outside.

I heard fighting.

When I came in, Sean was
wrestling with that copper.

But the copper was really big.

He knocked Sean over
and pulled out his gun.

I grabbed a chair and smacked
him in the back of the head.

But the bloke wouldn't go down.

I thought he was
going to shoot me,

so I grabbed him.

And that's when
the gun went off.

Then they called you.

It was your idea for
Sean to plead guilty.

Peter had a wife
and three kids.

Don't say it, all right?

The doc was right.

Could have ended so badly.

Yeah, I know.

Maybe that's why capital
punishment is wrong.

Just the thought of
one innocent person--

Yeah, well, that's
great for you, Mattie.

But I've come out of all this
knowing absolutely nothing.

But you do know
Sean was innocent.

Yeah, he was.

And we nearly killed
him for lying.

So what do I do next time?

A copper goes down,
and someone comes at me

with a gun, what do I do then?

I don't know.

You're an
interesting man, Lucien.

Studied overseas,
seen the world.

So what am I doing here?

Yes.

I came back when
my father was dying.

It was his practice.

This is a conservative town.

You're not going to
make a lot of friends

here with some of
the views you hold.

Is this for the article?

No.

This is for me.

Well, this seems
as good a place

as any to try and
make a difference.

And it's my home.

You're a POW, weren't you?

Yes, I was.

But what about you?

Were you always the--

the intrepid reporter
from "The Herald."

I married young.

He walked out.

I needed a job, and I
was good with words.

And you still are.

Hmph.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

Oh, that's a pity.

I was hoping we
could do this again.

Perhaps if you're
ever in Melbourne.

Perhaps.

I should go.

Thank you.

An absolute pleasure.

Morning.

Morning.

How was your night?

Fine.

How was yours?

Fine.

I see your friend's written
a little article, quite

well written, I thought, too.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Did she quote me?

No.

Sorry.