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Sally Blakely was diagnosed a year ago.

Oesophageal cancer, aggressive.

Just after 7pm, she started
looking in a lot of pain,

according to him, and within ten minutes

he'd given her three injections.

- How many?
- Three.

You charge me with assisted suicide,

they bump it up to manslaughter.

They want a big scalp, do they?

Mr Blakely, we have a lady here

who claims you deliberately
shut down the investigation

- into her daughter's death.
- Please...

Do you remember
Oriana Vasilich?

This is her mother, Dianne.

Do you know who killed her daughter?

Who is this Oriana girl, anyway?

Unsolved case from '94.

Working girl, then got involved
with some very powerful people

and one day, she disappeared.

What are we doing here,
Richard?

Arguing for a suspended
sentence, I think, aren't we?

Put aside who
Blakely is for a moment,

and let's relook at the facts
and the circumstances.

Neither of us think a man
like Steve Blakely

should end up in jail, though, do we?

No, but we can't rort the system

just to get a particular outcome.

An immediate custodial sentence

in the upper range of 8 to 10 years...

- What?
- ...is the minimum

that should be considered.

To hell with fair play.

To hell with teamwork or natural justice.

I don't want her on any
of our cases ever again!

What exactly are you telling me,
Mr Schaeffer?

We're just trying to locate
Mr Blakely, Your Honour.

He's bolted?

I'm issuing a bench warrant
for the immediate arrest

of Steven Blakely.

He left a message on his computer.

It just says, "Please forgive me".

Tracey's got something she wants you to handle,

but I told her you'd be taking the rest of the day off.

And doing what, exactly?

Well, I don't know.
What do normal people do?

Do we know if he owned a weapon?

He probably just scarpered.

Leaving behind his wallet and mobile?

Nothing's happened.

We just have a man who didn't turn up for court.

Which prompted him to leave an apology note at home.

He just might have an overdue
library book.

For Christ's sake!

And that's why you're
offering me the afternoon off?

Look, if you're so keen
to work, see Tracey.

Or you could always swap places with me.

- Why, where are you going?
- You don't want to know.

A summons from the Attorney General.

To her office?

Yes, I know, never happens.

Usually we just communicate via talkback radio.

Janet, I've told Erin to work with you

on the Simpson murder,
just until we find out

whether you need to do
any more on Blakely.

Or not.

- Thanks.
- Guess I should thank you

for taking the Blakely case away from me.

That's as close as you get
to a supportive response, is it?

Well, it'd be hypocritical of me
to be supportive

when I think you completely misjudged

the sentence recommendations.

- If I want your opinion...
- No need to ask.

Quite happy to volunteer.

Next time you're in court maybe
you should do as you're told.

It's just a thought.

Uh, no comment.

No, I've got nothing to say at this stage.

- Will you be resigning?
- Heaven's sakes, no. I won't.

No, I've got nothing to say.

No comment.
Thank you.

Do you have any comment?

- Go away.
- Oh, sure.

Oh, no, not you.
You can stay.

He's alright.

I've been doing some research on
missing persons.

Why?
Blakely isn't missing yet.

He's not?

Actually, at the moment, that's right

because it's only been a matter of hours.

So if we're living in a world

where Blakely's not missing,

then he could just be confused or scared.

He might have gone for a drive
to clear his head.

- Is this research?
- No, that's supposition.

The police receive at least
15 missing person reports a day,

and 90% of those people
are found within a week.

Found alive.

Now they can be divided
into two categories:

people who disappear willingly
and people who don't.

People who don't disappear willingly...

This is not helping.

..could have disappeared
through misadventure, accident,

injury, miscommunication

or incapacity.
See?

Anything could've happened to him.

Who is this guy, Simpson?

Ah, Neville Simpson.

Methamphetamine cook.
One of the best, apparently.

A real Heisenberg.

Victim Gus Saracen, drug dealer.

Stole from his suppliers,
who are all bikies.

They didn't like it,
Simpson tracked him down,

shot him, gun hasn't been recovered,

no DNA at the scene,
but Zebina Petrakis saw it all.

Gave a statement,

ID'd the shooter
without a second's hesitation.

Nice work on this brief.

Concise, considered, unemotive.

I'd say you've got a real aptitude

for this sort of thing.

- Great.
- It is, actually.

Not many people
can deal with it objectively

and ignore the horror.

If you can do it well,

you're assured of plenty of good work.

Mm, I should be grateful

there's a ton of child abuse going around

'cause it will be good for my career?

Pragmatism.
That's all.

What is the pragmatic approach
to this, then?

Legal or underage?

Mm, I can see your dilemma.

These girls could be 12,
or they could be 16.

Well, measuring the forearm bones

is one way of proving age.

Well, you really need an X-ray for that.

Uh-huh.

Looking at pubic hair patterns,
that can be helpful.

Not in an era where everyone
under 40 has a Brazilian.

The pragmatic solution here
is to stick a photo in of a kid

who looks clearly, unarguably underage.

You're joking.

Well, there's, what, hundreds
of thousands of photos here?

No-one's gonna notice if one's been added.

I bet even your user won't pick it.

- What, fit him up?
- End justifies the means.

Apart from the fact that it's illegal.

Doesn't do any harm, does it?

Gets a scumbag off the street

and may even save a few kids
from being abused.

Not nearly as illegal
as what your guy Clark's

been doing, is it?

It's a good decision

to not reinstate the whiteboard in here.

- It's so much roomier.
- Yes, Richard.

Don't tell me you have nothing to do.

Ah, no, not at all.
I was just wondering...

With Blakely, uh, missing,

shouldn't we be asking
for an adjournment sine die?

I know we need to make a formal
application, Richard.

Are you telling me how to do my job?

No, I'm just happy to do it, that's all.

It's a job for a junior solicitor.

It's just that I've been
working on Blakely,

so I'm, you know,

following up what needs to be followed up.

Not looking for an excuse
to be in the court vicinity

during the working day

while there's a Commonwealth
matter running?

Me? No. God, no. Court and me
are a diabolical combination.

Bit like you and court, really.

I beg your pardon?

- Nothing.
- What did you say?

I don't remember exactly...

Tony Gillies requested I return

to my job as Managing Solicitor

because he realised that it requires

a very particular set of skills.

Yeah, of course.

It was in no way
a reflection of my advocacy.

Oh, of course not.

So I'll just go and apply
for the adjournment, then?

Okay, then.
Great.

Thanks.

Blakely's mobile and wallet were there,

but his keys and his car weren't.

There was a message left on the computer,

but apart from that, the rest
of the house was pretty tidy.

Forensics found nothing unusual.

But he left his wallet.

Well, he would, though, wouldn't he?

I mean, if he has done a runner,

he couldn't access any of his
accounts, too easy to trace.

And if he was planning suicide,

he wasn't going to need any money.

- So which is it?
- We don't know.

It's so hard to believe either.

What the hell was he doing on bail?

Yes, well...

He pleads guilty to manslaughter
and he's still on bail?

Well, it's not uncommon,
as opposed to being called...

Bugger uncommon, it's bloody outrageous.

The circumstances were unusual.

Up until the previous morning
no-one was really thinking

he was gonna get a custodial sentence.

He's a man of excellent character.

Minister.

What sort of morons are you two?

We're eight months away from an election.

We stood on a platform of law and order

and now we all look like idiots.

- Look, Gail...
- Don't Gail me.

If either of you two

want the chance to sire children again,

you'll tidy this up
as quickly as possible.

I will not be a laughing stock.

There's a cartoon in today's paper

showing us as the Keystone Cops

while Blakely paddles to Argentina.

Hmm. Remarkable likeness.

Even my own staff are laughing at it.

Have you any idea the level
of political damage

humour can cause, gentlemen?

Oh, yes, humour.
Terrible thing...

Surely the ramifications...

I'm sorry, did I invite a conversation?

Did you get the impression

that I was interested in your
opinion about this mess?

You're here so that I know
you've heard with your own ears

what I'm about to say.

Find him, dead or alive.

I want speed,
I want professionalism,

I want a result.

All the loose ends tidied up.

Get it off the front page
as soon as possible.

Are you capable of that?

Tatum.

- I'm busy, Richard.
- Five minutes.

Three, two, tops.

One. Go.

The other day, I was so
surprised to see you, I just...

I wanted to say sorry for the sex...

Not for the sex, obviously, for saying...

"Sex" in front of a whole lot of people.

It was totally inappropriate.
I should have realised.

This is about the worst apology
I've ever made.

Are you done?

Yes. No, look, can we just...

- What?
- You know?

- No, I don't. You tell me.
- Be civil. Be friends.

Oh, now you want to be friends?

I know, I stuffed things up.

Yes, you did.
And you can't ring me

and leave five messages
for me at the office.

I think it was six, actually.

I didn't want to leave messages.

I thought you'd be there.
It was after five.

No, I didn't go back yesterday
after court.

I just got changed and went to the gym.

Bit of a swim, bike, treadmill.

Not that I need to explain that to you.

Right, but normally
if I called the office?

- No.
- Well, what if I had a...

A question about a jurisdictional issue

and I needed advice from someone who knows

the Commonwealth stuff inside out?

Google it.

Right.

Goodbye, Richard.

Sorry to have to do this.

Well, you always
have to look at family first.

I know the drill.

Did you see your father last night?

No. I offered to go home with him,

but he was playing the tough guy.

I don't think he wanted me
to know how upset he was.

I should have gone anyway.

If I'd just been there...

I don't know.

You weren't exactly in
a great place yourself, yeah?

Yeah, Jack came by.
That helped.

What'd you, uh...
What'd you talk about?

Uh, he just wanted to let us know

that if Dad did get jail time
that he'd still be looked after.

That it'd be minimum security

and he'd be segregated
from the normal jail community,

and... I think he'd just been
to tell Drew the same thing.

He didn't want us stressing.

Thank you.

Look, as well as, um, you know,

we think we know Steve, he's your dad.

What do you think he was thinking,

or feeling, you know,
where his head, his mind was?

I can't imagine suicide.

He'd never ran from anything.

I mean, both running and suicide, they're...

They're both like, um, you're not facing.

And he always faced things.

I don't know what to think.

But losing Mum was...

It was like losing his heart and soul.

You saw him after the funeral.
He was a wreck.

And then losing the case and...

You know, like...

Like losing his job
and what people thought of him.

He had never had to cope
with anything like that before.

And one on top of the other.

I mean, maybe he did just crack a bit.

What, you think he might have suicided?

Maybe.

No, never.
It's just...

It's not him.

- It's just not at all...
- You sure about that?

The last few weeks
were just shock after shock.

Then that crazy lawyer wanted
to put him away for a decade.

Like, that was just mad.

Oh, I could've killed her for that.

- Back to square one.
- Poor bloody kids.

Just buried their mother, for God's sake.

- Scattered, you mean.
- Scattered, buried...

- Whatever you call it.
- Well, they held this

little ceremony, up at North Head.

Oh, yeah, I remember that.

That was the night you
had to go charge him, wasn't it?

- Yeah.
- Has anyone checked it out?

Oh, yeah, I'll check.

- So what do we got?
- Well, car's unlocked.

Keys under the front seat.
No obvious blood.

No obvious damage
to the interior of the car

or the boot.

Tarred area's not
going to give us much joy

in the way of footprints, but...

We'll be taking the car in after this.

- Search and rescue?
- On their way.

Steve scattered
Sally's ashes here.

I'd say they were together now.

Wouldn't you?

Authorities are looking

for a body following the discovery

of Assistant Commissioner
Steve Blakely's car

at North Head.

Blakely has not been seen

since his failure to appear
at court for the sentence

following his plea of guilty to
the manslaughter of his wife.

Bank accounts have not been touched

and his mobile phone was left in his home

on the night he disappeared.

Thank God. It has been the shittiest day.

Non-stop both of them.

I've sung, played music,
walked them in the park,

I've ignored them, but they've just been

out of sorts all day.

Tonight these little darlings
are all yours.

I'm having a very large,
very alcoholic drink.

- You wanna make me one too?
- You know the rules.

- Breastfeeding's over.
- Hang on...

- Over.
- It's supposed to be gradual.

You can't just stop.

Yeah, we're both tired,
and I had a shitty day too.

I think I want a job in retail.

What?

You'd be terrible at it.

Plenty of people are terrible at retail.

Shut up.
You love what you do.

Yeah, but will the kids still love me

- when they know what I do?
- You kidding?

You put away bad guys.
Why would you worry about that?

Because I want them to grow up
learning about tolerance,

forgiveness, acceptance.

And my whole job's about
guilt and blame and punishment.

A man killed himself because of me,

so what kind of a role model am I?

Let me get you that drink.

The car was found here and his accounts

still haven't been touched
since Wednesday.

No sighting at any port.

Had he withdrawn any large sums of cash

in the week or two before he disappeared?

No, no.

And the only prints

found on the steering wheel
were Blakely's.

That's pretty conclusive, then.

Well, someone else
might have driven the car there,

wearing gloves, maybe.

Is that even worth considering?

We're considering everything
at this stage.

No, he's disappeared,
his money's untouched,

his car's found
at a well-known suicide spot,

which also happens to be
where his recently

dead wife's ashes were scattered.

There's no other credible
scenario except suicide.

Yeah, well, maybe Drew or Maya
have helped him escape.

You really don't want this
to be suicide, do you?

I don't want to be investigating
Steve Blakely at all.

I want him back at work,
keeping us all in our places,

but that's not gonna happen.

I imagine Jack Rizzoli's
breathing down your neck.

Jack and everyone else.

They're breathing on us, too.

I'd be relieved if it were
anything other than suicide,

but look at it.

I know.

Keep me posted.

Always.

Excuse me.

I'm Detective Senior Sergeant
Andy Campbell.

I'm making enquiries about

the disappearance of Steven Blakely.

Yeah... Terrible business.

Poor Drew and Maya.
So much to deal with.

You didn't happen to see him

on Wednesday afternoon at all, did you?

I did, actually...
Uh, he was walking back in

from putting his bins out around six-ish.

I was out here telling the boys

they had about an hour left before dinner.

The boys were out here on the street?

My son, and Tim and Harry
from across the street.

They were doing tricks on their bikes.

- Could I have a word with him?
- George!

Someone was yelling at his front door

a little bit later on, too.

It was around news time.

Sounded pretty irate.

This is George.
Say hello!

G'day, mate.
I'm Andy.

I believe you're pretty good on your bike.

You and your mates were out here
on Wednesday night, yeah?

- Actual words might be helpful.
- Yeah.

Okay.

You didn't see anything,
did you, anything unusual?

People or cars you didn't
recognise, anything like that?

No?

Did you take any pictures of your mates?

Video?
Something for YouTube?

Thanks.

You don't mind if I have a play with it?

Just don't delete anything.

It's only in shot for about two seconds,

'cause the boys were swinging it around.

But this car is parked
outside Blakely's house,

and the iPhone says it's 7:12pm.

And the neighbour,
Phoebe Green,

heard a female voice
yelling outside the door

just as the news started, so about 7pm.

Presumably, that's the woman in the coat.

- Who is she?
- Dunno.

But the car's registered
to a Brian Vincent.

Do you drive a silver
Toyota Avalon,

licence UUR 709,
Mr Vincent?

Uh, yep.
That's right, yeah.

Were you in Spencer Street,
Longueville,

last Wednesday night?

Depends what time.
I work most nights, so...

Whereabout?

I'm a nurse at Northern
Districts Hospital.

Detective Campbell?

What's your relationship
with the woman in that photo?

That's my mother.

You're Brian Vincent, or Brian Vasilich?

I changed my name after my sister died.

- You are Dianne Vasilich's son?
- Yeah.

Were you and your mother
in Spencer Street Longueville

last Wednesday night?

Should I be ringing a lawyer?

Mrs Vasilich, I'm Detective
Senior Sergeant Andy Campbell

and we have a warrant for your arrest

and we have a search warrant.

You do not have to say anything,

but anything you do say may be
used in evidence against you.

Do you understand that?

When did you have that dry-cleaned?

Thursday.

If anyone has seen my father,

please get in touch with the police.

We're all very worried about him.

Uh...

It's okay.

Just any help at all.

That would be greatly appreciated.

Uh, uh, sorry to interrupt.
It's very important.

You've got to come with me now,
and Richard.

Richard!
Richard!

Let me summarise what Andy's
put together so far, okay?

We have a lady yelling
outside Blakely's door

at about 7pm, then it goes quiet.

We don't know what time
Brian's car gets there,

but we have him in the background

of an iPhone video at 7:12pm.

We can't see inside the car,

so we can't identify
that it is actually Brian.

But the lady in the coat is Dianne.

Right... Brian claims

that he and Dianne went down to the park

and had a little chat
while she calmed down,

and they both get in the car

and he drives back
to Northern Districts Hospital

where they have a cup of tea
before his shift begins.

Security cameras at the hospital?

Yes, but it'll take a day or two.

Now, we know that he spent
the rest of the night

there on shift, and she stayed as well.

- Odd?
- Well, no.

Not if you wanted to prove
you weren't somewhere else.

And the coat?

Well, it's being examined now,

but it's been dry-cleaned, conveniently.

Okay...
What's your hypothesis?

- Dianne kills Blakely.
- How?

We don't know, but it happens.

She calls her son, he comes over,

they wrap the body in the drop
cloth, they haul it outside.

Put it in the back of Blakely's car.

Brian drives Blakely's car
up to North Head,

she follows in his car,

they both get the body out of the car,

dump it into the ocean,
probably weighed down,

then get back into Brian's car

and drive back
to Northern Districts Hospital

where they know they'll be seen on CCTV.

Currently that fits all the known facts.

Now my question is,
how much more do we need

before I can get this indictment signed?

Uh...

Uh, have you got divers
looking around North Head?

Yeah, but the conditions
are pretty treacherous.

Well, a body would help enormously.

Appreciate that, but otherwise?

Well, obviously the times need to work.

Like, how long it takes
to drive out to North Head

and then back to the Northern
Districts Hospital.

- We're working on that.
- Well, a murder weapon

would be handy too, or at least

some evidence of a violent act:
gun, knife, crowbar...

Is she even physically capable

of killing a man like Steve Blakely?

See this?

You stab me in the eye with this pen,

and you could kill me, Janet.

You don't have to be strong
to murder someone.

You just got to want to do it.

Does Dianne have any history of violence?

You know, we don't have to be here.

It's called professional courtesy, Tony.

It'd be refreshing to know

that we're running the same way, yeah?

And we appreciate you coming here

when you're obviously flat out.

I suppose it's just coincidence

the Vasilichs drove to the same spot

where Sally's ashes were scattered.

You want to take over the whole case?

You may as well.

You know why I want this
fast-tracked, Tony, huh?

I thought you did too.

If you want your indictment signed,

these questions need to be answered.

Otherwise this won't get past committal.

I am actually on your side.

How could I possibly forget?

I knew Steve wouldn't have topped himself.

- I knew it in my gut.
- Yeah, and you trusted that.

But I didn't.
You know, that's the thing.

I almost let myself get talked out of it.

Well, it's hard
to distinguish gut instinct

from what you want to be the truth.

I don't think I wanted
the truth to be that,

you know, he was murdered...
In his own home.

We get truth overload
in our jobs, don't we?

Oh, truth and endless lies.

You got to feel sorry
for that Vasilich woman.

No, I don't.

Well, no, just...
Just that she's still

so cut-up about her daughter's
death from 20 years ago.

That she took away
some other kids' father?

Maybe her daughter shouldn't have been

hanging out with crims and junkies.

Maybe if she'd brought her
daughter up properly

in the first place, none of this
would have happened.

What, blame the mother?
That's pretty harsh.

The mother just murdered someone.

Don't you think that might indicate

that she'd be like a shitty parent?

Well, kids go off the rails
for all sorts of reasons.

What is with all the defence
barrister bullshit?

Mothers are the ones
who cop most of the blame.

It's the default position.

Fucked-up perpetrator, unhappy
childhood, blame the mother.

Fathers don't exactly get a good rap.

No parents do.

Fuck.

- It's late. I've got work to do.
- Hey.

Hey, come on, come on.

We... We are going to be
great parents one day.

Isn't that what everybody thinks?

Probably, but, uh...

Some of us have got to be right,
statistically.

Come here.

Dianne's interview.

This photo was taken out the front

of Steve Blakely's house

the night before he went missing.

It shows your son's car.

This is you, isn't it?
Approaching the car?

Wearing the animal print jacket
we took from your house.

We have neighbours who report
hearing an argument

between Mr Blakely
and a woman that same night.

Mrs Vasilich, did you see
Steven Blakely that evening?

Did you talk to him?

Why'd you go to his house?

Mrs Vasilich, do you intend
to answer any questions?

No.

- She had legal advice.
- In a way.

She'd spent years fundraising

for the Victims of Crime
Association, so she knows

what the general advice
is when charged with anything.

- Shut up.
- Yes.

Motive?

Well, you know, she resented Blakely

for dropping the investigation
into her daughter's death

and for never telling her
who the main suspect was.

- Resented?
- She was very frustrated

about it, that's all on the public record.

Resentment, frustration...
That's a long way from

motivating a murder, don't you think?

Well, there is her inflammatory language.

No body, no confession,

no supporting forensics,
and a weak motive.

And the police seriously think
they have a case?

Sorry, but until we get more,

I have to spend time on a real murder

with a real body and a real killer...

And a real chance.

This Simpson murder.

Although we can put the shooter
in the general vicinity,

without Zebina Petrakis's
eyewitness account,

we don't have a case, do we?

No, we don't.

They let you and your womb
back in to play?

I'm sure the Law Society
will accept a written complaint.

From me or Steven Blakely's kids?

Look, it won't take us long
in there this morning.

You could always suggest
a nolle, run off home right now.

You never know, you might
just catch Play School.

Why does anyone ever complain
about barristers?

Can't imagine.

Ms Petrakis, could you please

tell the court where you were

on the afternoon of Friday,
May 27?

Ms Petrakis.

I can't remember.

Well, I have a statement signed by you

that says you were
at a self-storage facility

called Your Other Garage.

Does that jog your memory a little?

No.

Just take your time.

I can't recall, exactly.

Um, if I could ask you to look at a photo.

Your Honour, if the court pleases,

a photo of Your Other Garage,

for identification only at this stage.

Thank you, Madam Crown.

That document will be marked MFI-1.

Do you recognise the building
in that photo?

No.

I know court can be an intimidating place,

so just take as much time as you need.

If the witness has no recall,
Your Honour,

the prosecution doesn't have a case.

Thank you,
Mr Hadley.

Madam Crown, Mr Hadley will be correct

if your witness continues
this unfortunate loss of memory.

Perhaps you'd like to address me

on Section 38 of the Evidence Act.

Thank you, Your Honour, but instead

of declaring the witness hostile,

if could we stand the matter down

so Ms Petrakis might compose herself?

Your Honour, I hate to see
valuable time wasted

where the witness has no recollection.

My client is a loving family man

whose children have missed him terribly.

Another moment in remand
amongst hardened criminals

could have a profound
psychological impact on him.

I have another matter that is ready.

I'll stand this down
part heard until the 12th.

Thank you, Your Honour.

We know you're frightened.

Intimidating a witness
is a crime in itself.

If anyone's threatened you,
we will tell the police

- and they will be charged.
- No-one's said anything.

They can face up to seven years jail.

I just don't remember, okay?

Did you see the victim's wife in court?

How devastated she was?

I don't know his wife.

I don't know what she looks like.

Well, we're also in contact

with the parents of the man
who was killed.

They knew he hadn't led
the most innocent life,

but he'd always been a good son,

and they were so grateful to hear

that at least there was
going to be some justice.

That means a lot to them.

You have a son, don't you, Zebina?

Isn't he about six or seven,
is that right?

- Stefan.
- Stefan, that's it.

And I bet you spend a fair bit
of your day trying to teach him

what to do and what not to do.

"Tuck in your shirt,
use the soap, flush the toilet."

How does he learn about responsibility?

It's about watching you, isn't it?

He looks at what you do and who you are.

He copies what you do.

Believe me, as a mother myself,
I am only too aware of that.

If we want them to live a good life,

we have to set the example.

They have to see us live by our principles

and do what we know is right, don't they?

Just a moment.

Can I talk to you later?

They found paint particles
in the boot of Blakely's car.

It matches the paint in the living room?

It all fits with the drop sheet,
and possibly a dead Blakely

wrapped up in the drop sheet
having been in the boot.

There's more, apparently,

but Andy doesn't want to say
anything else over the phone.

Oh, they also want to know
when we're gonna

sign the indictment
against Vasilich and her son.

When we've got a reasonable
chance of a conviction,

I would have thought.

In their mind, that bar's been jumped.

What do you think?

Andy wants you to meet him

outside the Blakely house
just before 7 tonight.

- He'll go over everything.
- On site?

You want us traipsing round
Blakely's house with the cops?

I get dragged out to see the AG,

you can get dragged out
to assess a theory.

It might even give you what you need

for a draft indictment,

assuming you still want
to stay on Blakely?

- Yes, I do.
- I thought you might say that.

Can't exactly give it to Owen.

He'll be calling for the death penalty

before he's even opened the file.

He might have ditched the uniform,

but it'll always be one of them
before it'll be one of us.

So why'd you give him the job?

This place needed a bit of mongrel.

Once you were taken out of circulation?

And in your absence.

Look, if it conflicts with Simpson,

tell Tracey to give that to Owen.

He'll love locking up bikies.
Just don't tell him why.

Your leftovers, complete
with a reluctant witness.

I'm flattered.

Bikies a little too rough
for your delicate sensibilities?

Mm, that must be it.

High profile bikie murder.

You sure you want to pass it on?

I mean, you've had a lot more practice

at dealing with the media than I have.

I know it's in safe hands.

And I'm sure you'll be able to withstand

the public scrutiny.

- I'll do my best.
- That's all we can ask for.

So this Petrakis woman,
what's her problem?

- She scared of them too?
- Why don't you ask her?

I will...
Thanks for the tip.

Pleasure.

Good luck with your witness.

I don't need luck
where the ladies are concerned.

Neither do I.

Oh, hey, darling, it's me.

Um, look, I think I've been
caught up with things here,

and I should be home
in about half an hour.

Hope the monsters are behaving themselves.

- Thanks for coming out.
- It's my first view.

Be great if you guys
could do this more often.

I don't think we need to
see this as precedent-setting.

Okay.
It's just on seven.

Now this is the time
Dianne was heard

yelling outside the front door.

Blakely, come on! Open up!
I know you're in there!

Blakely opens it,
Dianne pushes inside

and begs him, "Please, one last time."

Wanting to know who murdered her daughter.

Exactly.
He says, "Leave me alone,

you desperate creep,"
or something like that.

If he has actually let her in at all.

She takes out a gun or a knife,
we're not sure.

And, in the heat of the moment

she's been asking all these
years and getting nowhere.

- She brought a gun with her?
- Or a knife.

I thought it was a pen.

But there was a weapon of some sort

and Blakely falls onto the drop sheet

on the living room floor,

the one he put down while he was painting.

Which explains why there's
no blood on the floor.

Yes, but she hasn't really
thought this through,

so she needs help.

She calls Brian, her son.

Brian. Darling, it's Mum here.

Come and get me.

- The time is?
- 7:03.

And Brian's phone records
show he got a call from Dianne

at 7:04 that lasted 34 seconds.

Plenty enough time to say,
"Get over to Spencer Street,

I need a hand."

Brian was already on the road,

heading down the Pacific Highway.

He takes the Longueville Road exit,

and then he drives through Lane Cove,

and he pulls up here...

- ...at?
- 7:07.

Brian finds himself
looking at a bloody body

and wondering what the hell
his mother has done.

And she says she's murdered him.

Brian, who's not as worked up,
starts thinking fast,

decides they have
to make it look like suicide.

So he grabs
Blakely's car keys

and starts rolling the body up
in the drop sheet.

Manoeuvring a dead body
on your own's pretty difficult.

Well, he's a nurse, he's used
to hauling bodies around.

Then they head out the back door.

It's a bit of a struggle to get
the body out and into the boot.

Dianne's not much help, but Brian manages...

..desperate to protect his mother.

The drop sheet leaves paint
particles in Blakely's boot,

- but no blood.
- Correct.

Brian suggests he'll take Blakely's car

and that Dianne should follow
in Brian's car

and they'll get rid of the body somewhere.

And they just happen to decide
on North Head?

Well, the papers carried
a report from the inquest

saying Sally Blakely's ashes
were scattered there.

I mean, Dianne knows that.

She's obsessively read
everything about Blakely.

We found a box of clippings she's kept

ever since her daughter's disappearance.

She knows if they
leave his car up at North Head,

it'll look like suicide.

So this is the point where they
decide to leave a suicide note.

Spot on.

They know they can't handwrite
a suicide note.

So they decide to use the computer.

- Which isn't password-locked.
- No.

So Brian tells Dianne to take his car

and meet him around the corner.

He's going to type the note,
clean the keyboard,

then drive Blakely's car out the back.

So Dianne heads out the front at...

Uh, 7:10.

Dianne is caught on the boy's
iPhone at 7:12.

And IT say the suicide note
was typed on the computer

at 7:16 and 25 seconds.

I wish you'd warned me we were going

on the full
Magical Mystery Tour.

Well, you might not have said yes.

So technically, this is a kidnapping.

I really appreciate you taking
the time to do this.

Yeah.

Hey, it's me.

Yeah, look, I know, um...
No, no, no, you eat.

I'll grab something when I get home.

Feels very visceral.

It really...
Really brings it alive.

Shit, the shopping.
Look, I'll do that.

Sorry, I completely forgot.

It's kind of ironic, really,
given it's about a body.

I'll text you when I'm on my way.

Right, bye.

I'm taking this route to
show you there are no tollways,

so unless they tripped a speed
camera, which they didn't,

we've got no way of actually tracking

this part of the journey.

This is where
Blakely's car was found,

with flecks of paint from
his living room in the boot.

They probably carried the body
down this way.

From this cliff top,
straight drop to the ocean.

At 7:40 last Wednesday night,
the tide was going out

and it kept going out for
another three and a half hours.

It's pretty chilling.

Okay, let's keep going.
You coming?

You've got the hospital
CCTV footage, haven't you?

- Yep.
- And it shows Brian and Dianne

walking into the main foyer.

- What time?
- 8:21 and 14 seconds.

It's now 8:22.

And yet, for all that,

given all the excellent police work,

I still detect a hesitation.

And you know why.

Ohh... I hate conflict.

Call the meeting, Tony.
Get it over with.

- You're fuckin' joking.
- The odds are well against us.

Bullshit!
Really?

You still think he suicided?
Seriously?

Andy, I really was impressed.

On the balance of probabilities,
I'd say you could be right.

- Oh, you...
- And, unfortunately,

"balance of probabilities" is one thing

and "beyond reasonable doubt" is another.

All the defence has to do
is create reasonable doubt

that also fits the facts, and we're shot.

And what would that be?

Well, Blakely could have
taken the drop sheet

to the tip any day that week.

Then on Wednesday night he slams
the door in Dianne's face.

Brian comes, takes her to the park,

they talk for an hour
until she calms down.

Meanwhile, Blakely leaves a note
on his computer

and drives himself
to North Head and jumps.

Then Brian takes his Mum to work
for a cup of tea.

Same facts, different story,
but you have reasonable doubt.

If that's all you got,
we're not going to succeed.

You won't be needing these,
I guess?

Ah, no.

Until you have more, then of
course, please, bring them back.

We need a body, Jack.
That's what we need.

Shall we?

They took that better
than I thought they would.

No, they didn't.

Well, they didn't say much.

Oh, yes, they did.

So that's it?

No.

As a common courtesy,

we thought we'd let you know
exactly what we were planning.

You can do it?

Yes, yes, we can.

And Dianne Vasilich will go to court,

and we believe we will win,
and everyone will know

exactly what your father went through.

It'll be a vindication for all of us,

but especially him.

Thank you.

I have to say, this
is the most interesting matter

to cross my desk
since I've been back at the bar.

You really want to go
behind the DPP's back?

Just bypass them altogether,
and run your own trial?

Yes... And we can,

under Section 9 of the Criminal
Procedure Act of 1986.

Well, you don't need
my advice then, do you?

Glad it didn't happen when I was there.

Is it winnable?

Yes.

I've read stronger briefs,
but it's winnable.

The absence of a body's unfortunate,

but not fatal, as it were.

The trick will be in making
any alternate version of events

sound faintly preposterous.

Well, I've got no doubt she did it.

Would you be interested
in running it for us?

Of course, we would brief you

through all the correct channels.

Well, as a barrister,
I can only refuse a brief

if I lack experience
in the area in question,

which is hardly the case here.

Glad to hear it, David.

Of course, you'll still need
an ex-officio indictment

from the Attorney General
to proceed without the approval

of the Director of Public Prosecutions.

I can't say yes without that.

I know.

We really appreciate you coming in.

Your evidence will ensure a conviction.

Now, Owen's a little different from Janet,

but he's a fine advocate.

You're in good hands,
I promise.

Will we be long? I've only got
an hour on the meter.

Mm, that should be plenty.

If not, I can nick out
and feed your meter.

Oh, Ms Petrakis.

Thanks for coming in.
Please.

Any luck remembering anything?

No?

Not a lot.

It's so long since I made the statement.

I know it's in the statement,
but it's like...

Writing a diary
about what you did years ago.

You can read it, but that doesn't mean

you can actually remember it.

No.

No, I totally understand.

Although we do tend to recall
our more memorable moments.

Our first kiss, our wedding day.

A man getting his head blown off
ten metres in front of us.

Some things just can't be
forgotten, can they?

Unless, of course, remembering them

is no longer in our best interests.

Which is what happened here, isn't it?

- There haven't been any threats.
- I believe you.

Because a threat only happens

if you turn down the first offer.

Which is usually a financial
incentive, am I right?

Actually, I know I'm right, so we can stop

the whole talking in riddles thing.

Bank records.

Easy enough to access in a case like this.

Two weeks ago, you paid off your mortgage

with...
$100,000 in cash.

Want to tell me where that came from?

They're smart, these guys, aren't they?

Much better than threatening
to break your legs.

- It was a gift.
- But they wouldn't be too happy

if you took their money and then
shat all over them anyway,

would they?

No wonder you didn't say
anything in court.

- It was a gift from my uncle.
- In cash?

Where did he get it from?

Look, Zebina, the point is

we can only keep
thugs like him off the street

if our witnesses help us.

Now, we can offer you
all sorts of carrots,

morally, physically, witness
protection, et cetera,

but we also have a big stick.

Convincing me about your
cashed-up uncle is one thing.

But if the Tax Office hear about this,

they will check every answer you give them

and trawl over every receipt
for God knows how long,

and I do sincerely hope

that you've kept
your tax returns up to date.

So think carefully.
Who do you really want to upset?

If it's us, I'll have you
declared a hostile witness

and question all your finances.

If it's them, we'll look into
immediate relocation

for you and your son.

- You can't do that.
- You'll be safe as houses.

Excuse me.

Look, I know this is all very daunting.

Can I get you a cup of tea?

- Would you do that?
- Yeah, of course.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming in, Zebina.

Hopefully hear from you
by the end of the day.

Don't like our chances.

And I don't like
you questioning me and my work

in front of a witness.

You totally intimidated her.

- And you lied to her.
- I expedited a process.

- That's all.
- Oh, right.

Erin, I've just secured the assistance

of an eyewitness in a murder case,

while you've been fluffing
around making cups of tea.

I have a very big problem with that man.

- Not your type?
- No, he's exactly my type.

He's like every boyfriend
I've ever had.

Smart, and self-righteous and a bully.

And don't forget handsome.

And he bends the rules.

But he also gets a lot of results,

which makes you wonder if we
shouldn't follow his lead,

doesn't it?

- Lina!
- Oh, don't worry.

As tempting as it is,
I can't do it either.

But I know what your problem with Owen is.

I do not.

Yes, you do.
You totally fancy him.

Rizzoli did what?

Jesus, bloody two-faced...

- Is this a...
- Right, ten minutes.

...bad time?

Ah, it's always a bad time.

The job description for the new
Solicitor Advocate position.

Have you had a chance
to have a look at it...

No. Tomorrow, maybe.

We do need to get it circulated.

Well, send it out.
It's bound to be brilliant.

Might even apply for it myself.

Got to be more fun than doing this.

You left me with no alternative, Tony.

You should be collecting
stronger evidence!

- They have the evidence.
- Oh, according to who?

What excitable baby barrister

got roped into this grand charade?

David Sinclair.

David?

I'm sure you remember him.

Your predecessor.

Oh, look, can we just pause for a second?

Can we look at the principle here?

I know there's a long forgotten clause

in an Act that was written
20 or 30 years ago,

but what is at stake here is
the independence and integrity

of the Office of Public Prosecutions.

If we can be undermined

every time the police feel hard done by,

then it is the end of...

The end of the DPP

picking and choosing what suits them.

The end of a system where police work

is assessed by an independent body.

So we're the only ones who are
able to make mistakes, are we?

- You're always right?
- I didn't say that.

Well, you're able to choose
the briefs that suit you,

but you don't want us
to say when you're wrong.

We fuck up, you're perfect.

The world according to the lawyers.

Well, you just want your
own way, even if it means

dismantling the criminal justice system!

I just want to see the killers
in jail as quick as possible!

Alright, this has been
wonderful sport, gentlemen.

Now it's my turn.

I asked both of you for a quick,

fully professional response to Blakely.

The cold truth is,
only one of you listened.

Tony, I'm going to sign
this ex officio indictment

in 24 hours, unless the DPP

agree to prosecute Dianne
Vasilich and her son for murder.

It's up to you.

I'd like to see David bloody
Sinclair run a trial.

Maybe we should let him do it.

You really wanna risk that?

Oh, what's the worst that could happen?

We run it and win, we're heroes.

They run it and lose, they're idiots.

But if we run it and lose...

Ugly.

Or they run it and, God forbid, win.

Monumental disaster.

Yeah, but if we give in
just to avoid that happening,

where does it end?

The police'll have us on a leash.

What would you do?

Uh-uh, no, this is your call.

That's why you get paid the big bucks.

- Ha.
- Your call.

Oh, God.

Maybe we could get Tracey to decide.

Alright...

Alright.

- Have a good night.
- Ha!

Why do I have to work with Owen?

Well, it's your punishment for defecting

to the defence team for a while.

He got Zebina Petrakis's bank records

and found out she'd taken
a bribe to keep quiet.

Speedy work on the subpoena.

I don't think he got a subpoena.
Not officially.

Now he's threatening to bring
the whole ATO down on her.

He thinks the Tax Office

is a bigger threat than a bikie gang?

Maybe she just needs a friend.

We were doing well with
our softly, softly approach.

You know, it usually works in the end.

How often have you tried
softly, softly before? Honestly?

Many times.
Hundreds, at least.

Mm, that's what you taught me, was it?

12 months ago, you'd
have gone on the attack

until you got what you wanted.

- Not necessarily.
- Yeah, right.

You know me too well.
Oh, hey, did I tell you?

Emma is walking.

Oh, my God!
Ah, that's fantastic!

- I know.
- Oh, how exciting!

Next thing I know
they'll be at university.

Very cosy.

Job going well, then?

I told you I'd never forgive you
walking out

and leaving me in charge, and I haven't.

And now this piece of treachery.

David!

- Hello!
- Hello.

Good to see you
out and about the courts again.

And you, how've you been?
Keeping busy.

- I'm doing fine, thanks.
- He's a traitor.

I haven't even done anything yet.

Can't without an ex-officio indictment.

- You could have said no.
- Why?

Jack Rizzoli would have
just gone barrister shopping.

And I'd have been out of pocket

and you'd be in the same situation anyway.

So who was that going to help?

And if I still refuse to run it,

what'll you do?

I'll try my very best to win it, Tony.

That's what I've been briefed to do.

Let's all have lunch together sometime.

We have to go for it.

Tony, we're not ready.

We have to run this trial
against Dianne Vasilich

and bust every brain cell
we have to win it.

There is doubt everywhere.
It's against all our principles.

Yours, mine, the code of ethics.

Well, it's politics over
principles for once, I'm afraid.

We cannot risk them running it
and winning it. It'll kill us.

And we cannot let the police
take back more prosecutions.

We'll lose our autonomy,
what we stand for, everything.

It's as simple as that.
And...

We have to win it.

And the person most likely to win it is...

Mm...

- You a betting woman?
- Why?

Is our friend Ms Petrakis going
to turn up and give evidence,

or disappear into suburbia
with her ill-gotten gains?

I don't bet, especially not
on something like that.

Well, that's a shame, 'cause there she is.

Someone must have convinced her
it was the right thing to do.

Bikies won't be happy.

Simpson's their most valuable cook.

Days like this you realise how much fun

you can have in prosecution.

- Hey, Geoff.
- Yeah, hold on.

Go grab the witness, do a little
bit of girly stuff with her.

You know, make her feel all special.

They might even want to plead,
now they know we've got her.

Hello, Zabina.

I'm so glad you came.
It's a courageous thing to do.

- I feel sick.
- You'll be fine, I promise.

It'll be over before you know it
and you can go home to your boy

and forget that any of this ever happened.

All we've got is a victim,

cause of death, severe
a trauma to the head

from a high-powered firearm.

I walked you through every detail.

Except how she killed him.

And no forensic evidence
to work with, nothing!

What am I meant to say?

And how about
Blakely's children?

How are they gonna feel about this?

Better than if Dianne walks.

- I hear you've applied for silk.
- It's not sacred.

And winning a sensational case
wouldn't hurt.

Maybe.
I hadn't thought of that.

They've got Janet King looking at me?

That's got your attention, hasn't it?

Well, mate, they had us.

Drop me in it, you mouthy little prick!

I'll fuckin' kill you!

Dianne Vasilich.

I got a real good story about her.

Well, I'm down near Gerringong,

which is not good news.

- Why?
- Because a bushwalker

just found a body.