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Hey!

Can anyone hear me?

Hey, I...

..I need to... I need to see my children.

I need to know who's looking after them.

We have enough to charge her.

What are we waiting for?

Her story.

PANICKED BREATHING

PHONE RINGS

Answer my calls.

Jack, will you please, please pick up the phone?

Best I could do at short notice, Jack.

It's fine.

SIREN WAILS

Check the baby.

Please, my baby.

What's going on?

It won't be long.

What's happening?

MACHINES BEEP

HEARTBEAT PUMPS

There we go. A nice, strong heartbeat.

SHE SIGHS

Look, if you won't talk to me, please, just text me where you are.

What if something happens to me? What are the kids going to do?

How will anyone know where you are?

There's nothing to say, Simon.

Oh, you think you can threaten me and then not answer my calls?

I didn't threaten you.

Ben is my son. You can't stop me from seeing my son!

A DNA test does not make him your son.

Where's Jack? He's gone.

I told you that. I want to see Ben.

You're nuts.

Lucy.

CAR DRIVES AWAY

OK, inside.

Night.

Lights out, Lucy.

PHONE VIBRATES

Actually, Luce, I need you to get up quick as you can.

Can you put on your hoodie and your slippers?

Where are we going? We're going to go see Daddy.

Come on. Quick, quick, quick.

Hey, Lachy. Lachy, don't go to sleep.

We're going to go for a drive.

KNOCKING

Daddy! Daddy.

Hey.

How you doing?

Are you Airbnb-ing?

How'd you find this place so fast?

Smells like wee-wee.

Hey, can you guys go sit and watch something on Daddy's laptop?

Yeah.

You have to bring them here?

I couldn't just up and leave them, Jack.

We can't both do that.

OK. Come on.

A bit desperate, isn't it?

Bringing the kids here to make me feel bad.

Look, I know you want your space, but we can't just stop talking.

Jack, you can punish me all you want,

but don't punish them.

They have done nothing wrong, and they need you.

Jack, I-I need you.

And Simon...

Maybe he can have visitation rights.

Oh, my God.

Do you really think we can salvage this?

OK, just listen for a second. I have to look at Ben every day.

And he's our son, Jack.

Maybe Grace and Simon, they'll have kids of their own.

And this...this won't matter so much.

It's always going to matter.

I can't even look at you right now, so.

OK, guys.

Mummy, I'm tired.

I know, it's late.

QUIETLY: Oh, come on.

PHONE RINGS

My kids are inside.

Get lost. This isn't personal.

Well, it's going to get personal, you prick.

You come after my family, I'll come after yours.

I'm not coming after your family! OK?

Jack, we haven't got enough.

Yeah, well I'm done with this gotcha shit.

Can you turn it off?

PHONE RINGS

Yeah?

Hey, um,

I think I'm being followed.

What?

I've been driving around in circles since I left your place,

and they're still there, Jack.

Can you see who it is?

No, I can't see who it is, there's headlights.

But every time I slow down, they slow down.

And every time I turn, they turn.

What do you want me to do?

Well, if it follows me to our door,

I don't want to be there alone with the kids, Jack.

I'm scared.

Drive towards home.

All right, I'm coming.

OK.

I don't want any scans.

Well, with the impact to your mid rib area,

we're concerned you have a pulmonary embolism clot in your lungs,

which is why you're finding it difficult to breathe.

And the only way to be sure is to do a scan or an X-ray.

Not if it will harm the baby.

Well, the doses of radiation are very small

and the benefits far outweigh the risks.

Please don't make me.

I can't force you to, I get that,

but I strongly recommend a scan.

I won't do it. It doesn't matter how small the risk.

Well, let's put you on a blood thinner.

Heparin doesn't cross the placenta wall

and won't affect your breast milk.

What are the side effects?

A slightly elevated chance of bleeding in birth.

Then I can't.

Let me be clear with you.

If you refuse treatment, you're putting your life in danger.

I can't lose another baby.

I'd rather die.

Can I take her back?

She needs further tests.

I wasn't making it up.

There was definitely someone following us.

Well, they're not here now, so.

We can do a check around the house if you need me to,

but I think you're safe.

Well, I'd feel much safer if you stayed.

Please, Jack.

FAINT SCREAMING

Hey, babe, come and watch this movie with us.

No, thanks.

It's super scary.

We have popcorn.

SCARY MOVIE CONTINUES TO PLAY

Go watch your movie. No. No, that's OK.

I don't know how many people I can see getting axed to death.

How was your day?

Fine.

What's that?

Tracking device.

What are you using that for?

It's just a journalist thing.

Is it legal?

Goodnight, Mum.

Hey, Dad.

Look at my pirate. Cool.

How'd you sleep?

Lachy, thanks for letting me borrow your bed last night, buddy.

Do you want a pancake?

Uh, no, I'm not hungry. Thanks.

Hey, I was thinking about last night,

about that car that was following us,

could have been Simon.

Why's that? Well, he came over here and I told him to leave.

He wasn't very happy.

Mummy threw wombat at him.

All right, Luce, finish your food.

So when did you first notice the car?

When we left.

It's like it was there waiting for us.

So how could Simon show up there to follow you home

if he doesn't know where I live?

No, it wasn't him.

Where you going?

If they were watching my place,

I think I know who it was.

Who?

Jack?

Yeah. I knew you were a lowlife bastard.

What are you on about?

Why'd you follow my wife, Brent? I didn't.

Oh, so that wasn't you tailing her last night, trying to scare her?

It wasn't me, mate. I didn't follow your wife.

Yeah, how do you expect me to believe you

when you threatened to come after my family. I'll fucking deck you.

Come on, mate.

First shot's free.

Come on.

Your wife hits harder than that.

Stay away from my family, you piece of shit.

At least I was a champion.

What's your claim to fame?

Losing your own baby?!

What a legend.

What did you say? You heard me.

Come on!

What the hell are you doing?

What is that?

Is that a tracking device?

It was you following me.

I wanted to make sure I got you alone

so I didn't upset your kids, Meghan. Oh, my God.

You want to hear what I have to say this time?

No, no, no, no, no. Get up.

I have heard enough from you.

This... This is completely outrageous.

Agatha is pregnant!

And if someone like you publicly says that you forgive her,

they might reverse the maximum security sentence

and let her keep the baby.

Sweetheart, you have got ten seconds to leave.

I need to go to the bathroom.

Use the bedpan.

I can't stay like this.

I need to move freely.

This is a maternity ward.

Agatha Fyfle's the last person anyone wants to see walking around.

A local council member said that local teenagers

denied the picnic area had been a used meeting spot

for drinking and sexual encounters.

Liars.

Teenagers lie through their teeth.

Do you have children?

Four girls.

All grown up now.

They never visit me.

Maybe you made mistakes with them.

I was led by Jehovah.

He doesn't make mistakes.

Are you a believer?

My grandmother used to be.

What's her name?

You wouldn't know her.

Let me do that.

Tell me about my father.

Don't know much about him.

Didn't you go to his church?

You know, I heard what they said in court about Agatha

being abused by him. It's not a secret.

I'll get a bigger log.

It seems like the baby's going to be fine.

That's one piece of good news inside a bag of dicks, Terry.

Why didn't you make this call last night?

Give me time to prepare.

I was waiting to find out her exact condition,

but she's refusing scans or treatment,

so we're still in the dark about how serious it is.

What is it about this woman?

Look, she's under guard.

The lawyer's been informed.

I'm getting to the bottom of how it happened.

I don't know what else to say to you.

Well, you can say you'll keep the press away.

We can't afford these lobby groups to get fired up.

The more heat, the less chance I have of making a fair decision.

And just...keep me informed.

A 30 week pregnant woman bashed and almost killed

is handcuffed to a hospital bed.

Hey, you can't film.

What's your name?

Remove the handcuffs, now.

I'll have to get permission.

You do that.

I'm filming, so we have evidence.

We can sue.

They put me on level two so that I'd get bashed

and I'd lose the baby.

Tell Lorelei Kelly that.

Are you sure that's wise?

Once it's public, we lose control.

She has to tell people or they'll do it again.

I'll only safe whilst I'm in here.

PHONE VIBRATES

Scicluna's already shopping around footage of the assault.

Yeah, he set me up.

I didn't mean for any of this to happen.

Nobody did.

Was that you last night,

following her, trying to get your hands on Ben?

Jack. No. Jack, no.

But I do think it's fair that I have access.

He's all yours.

Why'd you do it?

I thought he was following you and lost my temper.

It wasn't him.

It was Lorelei Kelly.

I've just spent hours getting an...

Wait, it was a student journalist?

And you're only telling me this now?

I have been trying to call you all day.

The police will charge me... Jack. ..I've been suspended from my job.

And that's my fault?

Oh, obviously not. No.

You didn't tell me where you were going, Jack.

Maybe I didn't want to talk to you.

How's that?

Agatha Fyfle is pregnant.

I wanted to tell you that. I needed to tell you that.

I don't give a shit about Agatha Fyfle!

I've lost my career!

You know, I've lost Ben.

I've lost my marriage, I've lost my best friend.

Yes, because of Agatha!

If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have been followed,

and you wouldn't be in this mess, Jack.

Jesus Christ!

It's never your fault, is it?

Ben, Simon, now this.

It's my fault. It's Agatha's fault, isn't it?

Well, you know what?

Agatha Fyfle didn't fuck Simon, did she?

No, that was you.

And now guess what?

All of our lives are screwed

because of you.

Don't be too long.

Hurry up in there.

I'm going as fast as I can.

SHE COUGHS

COUGHING CONTINUES

She's coughing blood.

Agatha?

What's happening?

Just take a deep breaths.

I'll let the doctor know.

Lorelei, the police are here.

Lorelei Kelly?

Yes.

You've been served with a private apprehended violence order.

You must not approach Meghan Shaughnessy or her children

and must not come within 500 metres of her home.

Understood?

You have an AVO out against you?

Lorelei, this is a serious thing.

I didn't touch her, I followed her.

With that tracker?

Where is it? Give it to me so I know you're not using it.

I'm not. All right?

It's none of your business.

In this bonus episode, I will reveal that, yet again,

Agatha isn't the perpetrator.

She is the victim...

Oi! ..and this state's politicians...

I've booked the studio.

..and authorities should hang their heads in shame.

Agatha Fyfle is pregnant.

The father is a prison officer.

Whether she was raped or exploited by people

who were sworn to protect her is one issue.

Another is the blatant attempt by authorities

to induce a termination and orchestrate a cover-up.

Can you get the governor on the line for me?

Oh, wait, Harriet,

bring the meeting with Agatha Fyfle's lawyers forward instead.

Agatha is refusing any treatment that might harm her unborn child.

And she's willing to risk her own life.

But the authorities are deliberately exposing her to danger.

For the sake of the baby,

they must move her to...

Ah-hem. Hi, Mom.

Just popping in.

Auntie Grace!

Hey, how was school? Pretty good?

Neat tractor.

Ready to go? Yeah?

All right. OK.

How are you, Lorelai?

You called her?

It's been a while.

That's because I don't need you any more.

Your mum and dad are concerned that finding your biological mother

may have triggered some old patterns.

I'm better.

Dr Hocking isn't here as a punishment.

We just think that the podcast and the prison visits

haven't been healthy.

She's a criminal.

You don't know her.

In all fairness, neither do you.

But the point is, your parents know you, Lorelei,

and they're worried.

I think you should consider coming back to the clinic.

You don't trust me.

What are you worried about?

You know what we're worried about!

You've been obsessing, avoiding us.

Now there's an AVO out against you?

VOICES FADES: That's not normal. It-it's not.

We had certain rules in place, and you broke them.

You've hidden things from us.

You're afraid of me.

Say it.

It's better if you come in as a voluntary patient.

I'll give you 24 hours to decide.

I can't.

I can't.

I'm going to be on TV.

HE SIGHS

FAINT CHUCKLING

You OK?

Simon!

Yeah. Si!

Mum says you have to bring him back.

Grab him!

Ben!

CRYING

I'm Ben Shaughnessy's father. They're in the second cubicle.

Hi.

They've taken him for an X-ray.

You should've gone with him.

I told them that Ben was running and that he fell on his arm.

But that's not what happened.

I know, but Meghan's going to make a really big deal out of this.

No, no. I have to tell them. Excuse me.

My partner gave you the wrong information about what happened.

He didn't fall on his arm.

He didn't fall? No, he did fall.

He fell off the climbing equipment.

But I caught him before he hit the ground.

I grabbed him by the arm.

I'm sorry. I got it wrong. I wasn't there.

How did this happen? It was a mistake,

and it could have happened to anyone.

Well, who's with him?! A doctor.

Hey. Are you Ben's father? Yes.

No. Thank you.

Is his arm broken?

His shoulder's dislocated.

According to the notes, Ben fell on his arm,

but scans show otherwise.

What? You lied to them? No, I was just... I got it wrong.

..explaining to the nurse that I grabbed him by the arm.

He did fall. See, this is why you can't have him.

You're scaring him. Give him to me.

Simon, you need...

OK, right, everyone just calm down.

I'm so sorry. I'm going to have to ask you leave.

I didn't mean to hit him. I'm sorry. You've just hit a member of staff.

Could you please escort her out?

Outside. I didn't mean...

Simon. Grace.

Come on. OK. Now.

OK.

BEN CRIES

Jack, pick up your phone!

Simon has taken Ben, and he won't...

..he won't give him back.

Look, I'm almost at your house,

please, please be there.

Hi.

I don't think Jack's home.

You found him the place?

He needed somewhere to stay.

And what you welcomed him back with open legs?

It's not like that.

I was going to lose my house, and Jack helped me out,

so I felt I owed him.

What do you mean he helped you out?

Did he give you money?

Oh, my God.

Did you ever stop fucking him?

It's business.

That's all.

If he's been lying to me, I'm going to fucking kill him.

Your blood oxygen levels are within normal range.

Everything else looks OK.

But if there is a clot,

it might be moving.

I just need to stay here and rest.

If you refuse treatment, I no longer have any grounds

in which to keep you in this hospital.

You can't send me back there.

They're trying to kill my baby.

Unless you let me help you,

you'll get just as much rest in the prison clinic.

Hospital is for people who require intervention.

OK.

I'll have the scan.

Lots of people ask why I chose to create this podcast series

about Agatha Fyfle.

As a journalist,

I want to expose injustice.

But I also had a very personal reason.

I was adopted as a baby,

and my real mother, aged 16,

was forced to give me up.

So my whole life, I've...

..I've felt, um...

..abandoned and rejected.

Why wasn't I good enough?

What was wrong with me?

You know?

I understand it's a syndrome.

Yes. Adopted Child Syndrome.

People like me often also suffer from OCD, PTSD or ADHD.

And adoptees are actually overrepresented in prisons,

in psych hospitals, in rehab.

So this is really the hidden legacy of adoption.

And how does this relate to the Fyfle case?

Yes, um...

Well, people know that

Agatha was forced to give up a baby at 16.

The secret they don't know is..

..that baby was me.

If the authorities take another baby away from Agatha,

they won't just be putting her through hell all over again.

They'll be...they'll be hurting an innocent child,

a child like me.

The first podcast swayed public opinion in my client's favour.

But if you don't want to listen to that or to me,

then listen to the last child that was taken from Agatha.

She seems a bright young woman.

With a history of arson, obsessive compulsive disorder,

serious mental health issues.

I don't know why anyone would want to expose a child

to those risks when there's a biological mother

who's more than willing and able to keep her.

There are risks involved with that, too. Let's not be naive.

I know Agatha.

Keeping this baby is a life or death matter for her.

OK, and frankly, that intensity worries me, too.

Perhaps you don't subscribe to the idea that being a mother

is the only way for some women to feel fulfilled.

But surely, we can both agree that it's the primal... PHONE PINGS

The only original function of a human being.

And some feel it more than others.

Well, philosophical debates aside,

I have taken a close look at the case,

and my mind wasn't closed to minimum security for your client,

but now you've chosen to go public with the pregnancy,

I'm under pressure to do the exact opposite.

PHONE PINGS

And, uh...

You might be interested in what the public

has to say about that interview.

It's completely backfired.

I've been trawling press and social media coverage

since I left the minister's office.

They're calling it "the big lie."

I don't understand.

She lied about her background, her motives.

She isn't an independent journalist.

She was biased from the outset, and people are turning against her...

..and you.

Well, do something. Stop her.

Shit.

SHE EXHALES SHARPLY

HE CRIES

I'll be back in a second, buddy. OK?

OK?

HE CRIES

Meghan. Meghan!

Stop. Meghan. Stop.

Meghan!

HORN WAILS

PHONE RINGS

Yeah? Jack. Meghan, saw me over at your place

and jumped to the wrong conclusion. HE SIGHS

You're kidding me. Yeah. She lost the plot

and making threats in front of my clients.

You need to do something.

Hi. This is Meghan Shaughnessy.

Please leave a message.

RECORDING: You have one new message.

What was that, Meghan? You nearly killed me.

You bring my car back or I'm going to call the police.

PHONE RINGS

Hey, man, I can't talk.

Meghan stole my car. Ben's in the back.

What? I took Ben to the park.

There was an accident. He's OK.

Meghan's overreacted.

I think she's headed home for you.

OK. Just...just stay put. All right? I'll handle it.

She took my son, Jack!

He's not your son!

OK?

You can't take him to the park for 20 minutes,

and now you're his dad all of a sudden, OK?

I've raised him his entire fucking life.

Just stay by the phone, OK?

And I'll call you once I've spoken to Meghan.

Meghan?!

KNOCKING

Meghan!

How long have you been fucking her?

What are you talking about?

Don't you treat me like an idiot, Jack.

Rhea Bowden!

Well, you gave her money!

Hey.

What are you doing here?

You can't see her now.

Why?

You're no longer credible as a journalist.

You're a liability.

We asked you to publicise the pregnancy,

not go on TV and blow the lid on your relationship to Agatha.

I thought... You may have cost her any chance of keeping her baby.

I need to see her.

I need to explain.

She's not well.

She's been taken for scans.

Just...

Just keep away for now.

Ugh!

Oi!

Oi!

Where does this go?

To the loading dock. Call security.

LORELEI LAUGHS What are you doing?

You need to take me that right now.

No, no, no. I have a plan.

They're in the service lift!

I want someone waiting on every floor!

I'm heading to the basement.

I can get you out of here.

And go where? We have a house in the bush!

And we can just stay there tonight while we figure it out.

Are you completely delusional?

We can be together.

I can look after you.

You, me and the baby.

I don't want to be with you.

I'll lose my baby forever because of you.

You ruined everything.

Ground floor, clear.

Sixth floor, clear.

There's no on in the loading dock.

And the lift's going back up from the basement.

I couldn't stop it at ground.

It's going back up.

Put that gun away.

This is a maternity hospital.

Nobody wants babies getting hurt.

Where'd she go?

She's long gone.

I've got a scan.

Come on.

OVER RADIO: No sign of them here.

Check the car park.

I've got Fyfle.

Copy that.

Application for joint custody. I contacted a lawyer.

Get away from the car! Meghan.

You can... TYRES SCREECH

CHILD SOBS

CAR HORN BEEPS

Get out of the way! You can't deny me custody.

Move! Stop. CAR HORN BEEPS

BODY THUDS

HE CRIES

Fuck. Call an ambulance!

Jack. Call an ambulance.

CHILD CRIES

SOUNDS DISTORT

Are you ready to talk?

I want to see my husband.

Please.

SHE GRUNTS

PUNCHES LAND

The hospital has discharged you.

It's not broken. We can go.

He's here, isn't he?

I know the ambulance brought him here.

Please.

SHE GASPS

While there's been significant soft tissue damage,

the scans look good.

Can't see a clot and your oxygen sat levels are normal.

So day rest in the prison clinic is adequate for now.

Transport's on its way.

CASH: Last chance.

Do you have anything you want to say to me, Meghan?

MELANCHOLY MUSIC

SHE SOBS

In that case, I have to inform you that you are charged

with the murder of your husband, Jack Shaughnessy.

You will remain in remand until your hearing.

DOOR OPENS

Your transport is here.

Come on.

OK. MEGHAN GROANS

SHE GASPS