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Sally Blakely was diagnosed a year ago.

Oesophageal cancer.

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

according to him, and within ten minutes,

he'd given her three injections.

You charge me with assisted suicide

and they bump it up to manslaughter.

An immediate custodial sentence

in the upper range of 8-10 years

is the minimum that should be considered.

What exactly are you telling me,
Mr Schaeffer?

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

He's bolted.

Well, I'm down near Gerringong,
which is not good news.

Why?

Because a bushwalker just
found Steve Blakely's body.

Car park of the Lions Gate Hotel.

Blakely and Novak?

Blakely pulled this file out
two days before he died.

He was going to reopen the investigation.

- Oriana Vasilich.
- Did Blakely have a suspect?

Danny Novak.

Don't fuck up what you've got
by getting involved

in things that don't concern you.

What are they looking at Dad for?

Because they think he killed
Dianne Vasilich's daughter,

Oriana.

Mr Moreno,
I find you not guilty.

You're free to go.

- Are these photos from...
- A Russian website.

This is Ruby Moreno.

The Vasilich family had nothing
to do with that murder.

Blakely's murder's just
a small part of it.

If you wanna sort this mess, ask yourself,

how did Alex Moreno
manage to get acquitted?

Pull out Judge Renmark's

decisions over the last two years.

- Why?
- Something was dodgy in Moreno.

I'd tread very carefully
if I were you, Ms King.

They're all connected.
Blakely, Nelson, Moreno.

- Renmark?
- Especially Renmark.

He's dead.

- Who?
- Judge Renmark.

You seriously need to think about getting

this Clarke guy off the street.

- He's a bad man.
- Get the fuck away from her!

I know what you do
to young girls. You rape them.

I tried to talk him out of charging you.

Doesn't matter.

And the jerk is playing
the victim for all he's worth.

Your Honour, I ask that this
witness be declared hostile

and seek leave to cross examine.

You know he's the one
who spread the rumour

to the press about you and Erin?

Maya, how old were you the first time

Mr Nelson visited your bedroom?

I was seven years old.

He wasn't the one
creeping into Maya's bedroom.

- It was Dad.
- You liar!

- He picked on me all the time.
- How?

Every step, I cut myself more.

He didn't lift a finger.
My feet covered in blood.

The feet of Blakely's corpse.

Whoever killed him cut up
his feet, remember?

It's Drew. It has to be.

Just because he hated his father?

You've been try to find a plausible explanation

for the feet, this is it.

The pathologist's report was inconclusive.

It can't be a coincidence.

Drew's clearly psychologically disturbed,

to act as a witness against his sister.

Psychologically disturbed enough to kill his father.

Hang on, hang on.
We have no forensic evidence

tying him to the murder weapon or the burial site.

- Not yet.
- He's got a watertight alibi.

Drew was on his mobile to Jack.

It's hard to imagine anyone else knocking Steven Blakely off.

Hardly what you lot would call

beyond reasonable doubt though is it?

You saw how much anger there was in him.

Now's the time to talk to him.
He's rattled.

Look, family.

Isn't that where the vast majority of murders

are committed?

- It's the first place you look.
- And we did.

But now you have something you didn't have before.

Look, okay, I'll bring him in for a chat

and I'll apply for a search warrant.

Thank you.

Interesting business in there.

Don't expect any praise from me.

Let's go. Come on.

Explain to me how trashing my reputation and Erin's

was going to help you get a favourable report

on your silk application?

What, did you think
I'd find it funny?

It was a big miscalculation on your part.

You know, it's a shame your mate Renmark died.

I could have been sacked and now enjoying life

working in a bookshop.

Renmark wasn't my mate.

Bullshit. He's the one who told you

I was reporting on you for silk.

- That was Jack Rizzoli.
- Jack?

You cops really look out for each other, don't you?

Was he on the scoop too?

Both have a good laugh about the big lesbian scandal?

You ever do anything like that again,

I'll make sure you lose your job.

Hey, Andy, you got a warrant for Drew?

Well, turns out he really hated his old man.

That's not exactly a crime.

Except if your old man's been knocked off.

We've already interviewed him.

It was the first place we started.

He was pretty intense in court.

Intense? The man has just lost
both his parents.

Then he has to stand up
in front of the whole world

and explain how his father
raped his sister?

I'd be fuckin' intense too.

I know, I know, but if he's got motive,

we need to eliminate him.

- He's already been eliminated.
- Not forensically.

We've never looked at him

for any physical connection to the crime.

Right. No, that's true, that's true.

If that little prick has set me up

that would mean
that whole phone call thing

could've been bullshit.

I don't understand.
I haven't done anything.

I called you that night
to see if you were home.

And I was.

You came over to see me
for an hour or more.

We talked about Dad, mostly.
You remember that.

I called your mobile.
You could've been anywhere.

I was at home.
I came home after court.

Or you went straight to Steve's
to knock him off.

Then you raced back here to meet me.

To let me provide you
with the world's best alibi.

Because who's gonna question me,
right? That's what you thought.

- No. No!
- Then Dianne Vasilich turns up.

Very bloody handy! I do not like
to be made to look like a liar!

Drew, if there's anything
you want to tell us,

courts like an early guilty plea.

What?

Then you took the chance to pay Steve back

for a childhood disagreement.

He was my friend!

You little prick!
He was a decent bloke!

He killed my mother.

Seeing her like that

made him feel weak,
and he couldn't handle it.

What'd you do to him?

I told him I was glad
he was going to jail.

The arsehole.
We had a fight.

He was so furious, he just kept yelling.

I thought he was going to have
a heart attack.

And then he pushed me.

He shoved me into the wall.

I thought he was going to kill me,

he was so strong.

I just wanted him to stop.

Forensics found soil
and some tiny seeds in his car,

under the accelerator pedal.

They must have dropped off his shoes.

The dirt and the seeds

are particular from one area, Gerringong.

Drew buried
Steven Blakely's body.

Oh, he killed him too,
don't worry about that.

His DNA was all over the cricket bat.

We assumed it was his,

or that he and his father played with it,

but actually the bat belonged to Maya.

Oh, a crime of passion.

He's not going to succeed
with self-defence.

After he hit Blakely,

Dianne arrived through the back door.

Yep. He hid in the study,
heard someone come in, yelling.

Then silence,
then the same steps racing out.

So, Occam's Razor is a load of hogwash.

So if anyone's to say

'I told you so', now's your chance.

The bomb attack?

He says he doesn't know anything about it.

Now, we've still got the team
looking at that.

If there is anything to find,
Janet, we will find it.

We've turned his house
and his car inside out.

I'll keep looking, but you know,

this could just be a messed-up
kid who hated his father.

The murder of Steven Blakely
was an isolated incident.

Are you serious?

As much as I hate to say it,
Janet,

Steven Blakely was the one

who was connected to Moreno and Nelson,

and maybe Renmark too.

It might be the reason he killed Sally.

Ah, Jack, sorry, have you got a minute?

See ya.

Is charging Drew the right thing
to be doing at this stage?

Absolutely it is, yeah.

What if he does have
some connection to Moreno

and the rest of them?

There's nothing linking the two of them...

Because they've retaliated before.

We'll keep security detail on you

as long as we need to.

- Don't you worry about that.
- Great.

So my family and I
keep living apart indefinitely?

- We will find out.
- You can't promise me that.

No, I can't.

I want my life back.

It's just a matter of time,
Janet.

Hey, these people are rattled.
They'll make mistakes.

Yeah, it's the mistakes
I'm worried about.

I will sort this.

That's not a promise, but I do believe it.

Thanks for coming in,
Mrs Moreno.

I don't understand.

There were cameras hidden in the house.

Who?

The police are finalising

their investigations at the moment.

We went to that house more than once.

Is that the only photo,

or just the only one you've found so far?

Are there hundreds of photos
of Ruby floating around?

This is the only photo
we need to prosecute.

- This is a still from a video.
- Yes.

She's taking off a bikini top.
The video didn't stop here.

She'd take off her whole top,

and maybe the bottom half too.

She'd be naked.

We don't know where the video ends.

But they wouldn't stop at this still.

They would use the rest of it.

They would sell the rest of the stills.

After everything with Alex,

attacking an artist's integrity,
and now this?

These people have to be stopped,

but we need your help
to convict Timothy Clarke,

the man we found with this photo
on his computer.

A photo he bought from Russia?

A Russian website.

Don't they understand
that these are real children?

What do you need?

We need to prove your daughter's age.

Birth certificate?

The defence won't accept that,
I'm afraid.

We'll need you in court.

- Me?
- Yes.

And her photo?

We'll need to use that too.

Without it, and your testimony,
we have no case.

The best thing you can do at this point

is help convict the man
who has this photo.

You'll be helping to protect
other children.

By letting more and more people
see my daughter like this?

Letting them imagine what comes next?

I'm sorry.

I'll have to think about it.

There's not too many
decent blokes left these days.

All bloody corporate types.

They come into the force, you know,

with MBAs shoved up their arses.

They all want careers,

vocational training,
KPI assessments.

Whatever happened

to bloody getting scumbags
off the street, huh?

Andy Campbell?

You're joking. Shit.
Better bring him in.

Something actually go right?

DNA results on items

from the Oriana Vasilich murder scene.

Positive match.
Finally got the bastard.

Danny Novak, put your hands
where I can see them.

- Oh, what the fuck!
- Put your hands up! Up! Now!

I haven't finished
my coffee yet, do you mind?

What are you doing?
Hey, let him go!

Dad! Dad!

You can't do this.
He has rights.

He's got rights!

- Mind my head.
- Dad!

Tatum?
I can give you five minutes.

- Are you sure that's okay?
- Yeah, just five minutes, okay?

Sorry it took so long.

Did you get a cup of tea out of 'em?

They only just put these back on.

They obviously don't trust you.

Do you need anything?
Water, or...

No, no, no, I'm fine.

Nobody will tell me anything
about what's going on.

- It's a mistake, sweetheart.
- They're harassing you.

No, it's just like searching the house.

They're getting their stats up
for the month,

that's all.

It's that girl, isn't it?
Oriana Vasilich?

There's nothing in it.

Well, you didn't know who she was.

Exactly. That's what I keep
trying to tell them.

It was so long ago.
I mean, nearly two decades.

People are bound to get things wrong,

make mistakes.

Exactly.
So go back to work, sweetheart.

I'll see you at home.

Okay.
It's my turn to cook.

Yeah, can't wait.

See ya.

Hey.

- You okay?
- You came.

- Of course I did.
- They think he killed that girl.

- I know. Andy called Janet.
- Everybody knows?

They probably know more than
I do, which wouldn't be hard.

How was she killed?

- I don't know, exactly.
- Bullshit.

I'm gonna hear eventually.

Her body was never found
so nobody really knows.

No body. That makes prosecution
pretty difficult.

Yeah, it can.

And Oriana, she was
blackmailing politicians

and all sorts of people.

God knows what else she was up to.

Not exactly a model citizen.

I'm so sorry.

There's nothing to be sorry for.

I know how you feel about your Dad.

My Dad never hit me
when I was growing up. Never.

He never raised his voice.

He read me stories every night,

sitting on the floor beside my bed.

And if I got scared by a giant
or werewolf or witch,

he would stay there

on the floor until I fell asleep.

One morning he was still there
when I woke up, fast asleep.

He never missed a sports match

or a music performance or a speech night.

He cooked sausages at fundraisers

and sold charity chocolates
to his workmates

and he taught me to play tennis.

The Nelson jury are on their way back.

It's too quick.

Doesn't necessarily mean an acquittal.

Drew's derailed it.

Once he's convicted,
we've got grounds for appeal,

but that's too late.

They might still convict Nelson.

Look, Owen and I are heading there now...

See you there.

Members of the jury,
have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honour.

On the first count, that between
January 1996 and July 1999,

the accused,
Keith Gordon Nelson

did have sexual intercourse

with a child under 10,
namely Maya Sally Blakely.

How do you find the defendant,
guilty or not guilty?

Guilty, Your Honour.

And on the second count

that between
January 2000 and December 2003,

the accused, Keith Gordon Nelson
did have sexual intercourse

with a child under 16,
namely Maya Sally Blakely.

How do you find the defendant,
guilty or not guilty?

Guilty, Your Honour.

Bail is revoked.

You will be remanded in custody

and brought to this court for sentence.

My client has been very clear
with his instructions.

Come on, you and I both know

he hasn't got a hope in hell in appeal.

You told him what happens
to guys like him in prison?

Kiddie fiddlers aren't exactly popular.

He's adamant.

We just want some names, that's all.

- I'm sorry.
- Can I talk to you?

Janet,
I've got it under control.

Nelson has information we need.

You know I can't talk to you
about any of this.

Please, David, I wouldn't ask
unless it was really important.

I can't. I'm sorry.

Thanks for trusting me to do my job.

Why would I trust you with anything?

- I won the case.
- Right.

Nelson's not going anywhere.

Yes, he's appealing,

but he'll probably change his mind

after a couple of days in prison.

A guy like him's not gonna like it much.

Too scared to come in on the first lap?

I don't bite,
despite everything you've heard.

You don't stop, do you?

You must be pleased
about the Nelson verdict.

Relieved would be more accurate.

But I'm sure you're not here
just to feed my ego.

One of the first things
I was taught at law school

was that anyone who represented themselves

had a fool as a client.

If I'm pleading to this assault thing,

should I get someone to represent me?

Well, make the plea for me?

You sure you want to plead?

Well, I hit him.

Well it's never too late
to change your plea.

- To what?
- Defence of another.

Well, he hasn't been charged
with anything.

I'm not supposed to know
that he's a filthy paedophile,

nor am I supposed to use my knowledge

of where he lives to go and harass him.

You've been seeing a psych, haven't you?

No-one's been telling stories
out of school.

Anyone in Sex Crimes gets dragged off

to see a psych
whether they like it or not.

So, you get your files,

and then you do the plea yourself.

It'll have much more emotional impact.

You make it all about your panic attacks,

your nightmares,

your emotional distress
because of the work you do.

Show that I'm incapable of doing my job?

Yeah, I'm sure you could get
Tony to write at statement

saying he's worried
about your mental health.

- Plead insanity?
- Not quite.

But you want to avoid
a criminal conviction

on your record,

so you go for diminished responsibility

on account of PTSD.

- What's Moreno doing in here?
- No idea.

He just turned up, wanted to see Owen.

Probably pissed off about
his wife being hassled.

I don't want my daughter involved.

Should have thought about that

before you handed around her picture.

Yeah, I should have thought
about a lot of things.

If we don't use your daughter's photo,

we won't be able to prosecute
the man who had her picture.

Oh, please.

Come on, he's got other photos
in his collection.

Can't you use one of them?

Problem is, we can't ID any of the kids.

If I could ID them,
will you leave her out of it?

There are some of my photos
on the same website as Ruby's.

You take pornographic pictures
of children, including your own.

They didn't know about the cameras.

They weren't being hurt.

Okay, I never thought they'd find out.

I don't want Ruby to know
that there's photos of her

circulating on the internet.

If she knows that I'm the one responsible,

she's going to think that
I'm some kind of...

What? A monster?

I'm admitting that I took
illegal photos, alright?

Isn't that enough?

You'll still get a prosecution,
just without Ruby,

and you'll have me as well.

I think we'll stick with what we've got.

- Thanks all the same.
- I'm offering to plead guilty.

- Talk to the cops.
- I don't trust cops.

You want to save your daughter,

you tell me everything you know.

Everything. Who, what, why,
where, when, how.

These people, they are dangerous.

Not my problem.

Might be your daughter's,
but it's not mine.

I can't.

Right, fair enough.
Thanks for your time.

- Who'd you sell 'em to?
- I can't tell you that.

Then you're not much use, are you?

Who'd you sell the photographs to?

I need names.

- I didn't sell them directly.
- Don't fuck me around!

Either give me something
I can use

or you're wasting my time.

The man who acquitted me,
Judge Renmark.

He's someone who received the photos.

And he's dead.
No use.

- Who else?
- Alright, okay.

There's another guy,
Keith Nelson.

Yeah, he's in jail.
This is bullshit.

You're giving me names of people
you know we can't touch.

Forget it.

If they know that I told you this,

they will kill me.

There is a post office box.
Everything goes through there.

Remind me why you let
Owen Mitchell quit the force?

I'd like to say
it's because he's a smartarse,

but the truth is he found a way
to make a lot more money.

- He is wasted at the DPP.
- What have you got?

Same as the others.

Found it in a very interesting
post office box.

Harvard Mark Solutions

is a business registered
to one Andrew Blakely.

- Drew.
- He might not be running things.

This just says he was involved.

The USB and a bunch of disks

were in the box.

They were sourced from everywhere,

collated and distributed from Russia.

Well, how much material
do they all contain?

Haven't counted exactly, but thousands.

Tens of thousands of images.

Some comparatively innocent, others...

Well, torture would not be
an exaggeration.

All children, wide range of ages.

Until I started here,

I had no idea
what sick puppies humans are.

I'm with you.

At least killers have the decency

to knock their victims off.

So they're getting digital porn
via the post?

- This time, yes.
- Found a mailing list?

Still ploughing through
all of the material,

and we'll confirm who's in charge,

but we can't assume it's Drew
off the back of this.

What, you're thinking
Steven Blakely?

Steve, Renmark, Nelson,

or maybe someone else entirely.

Drew will know.

Jack's personally escorting Drew
in from remand.

I imagine he'll be
very ready to talk after that.

Tell me about this.

One of the places
Dad sourced the images.

Mostly Eastern European.

Always got 'em sent by snail mail.

It's harder to trace.

Dad didn't know anything about IT.

All he knew from work was that
if you used the internet,

you left a footprint.

I used to deliver things for him

while I was still at school, for cash.

No idea what was inside the packages.

I opened a package one day,

had a look.

When he found out, I thought
he was going to kill me.

But he just sat me down
and told me I was involved now.

If he went down, so did I.

But this is your business.

Dad used my address.

I had to do what I was told.

Keith Nelson. Was he one of
your father's clients?

Yeah, he was one of them.

I can give you a list.

And what about Grenville
Renmark, the judge?

We know someone was with him when he died.

We've got your DNA on record.

Won't take us long to make a match.

Renmark wanted to take over
running the business.

I didn't want to keep going.
He wouldn't listen to me.

He wanted to show me
how in control he was,

so he paid someone to set a bomb
in Janet King's car.

- Go on.
- Well, I was furious.

I confronted him, and he didn't like that.

He grabbed me.

We were in this car park, up high.

There was no-one around.

He was dragging me over the edge.

I tried to get away from him.

He was strong.
And then he fell.

- You didn't push him?
- No, I... I didn't...

He was trying to push me over.

- So he fell?
- Yeah.

Or jumped, I don't know.

We had a hold of each other,
and then we didn't.

I didn't even hear him land.

Jack said if I cooperated
you'd go easier on me.

Jack, you offered
Steve's killer a deal.

Well, we don't need Nelson now.
Drew's given us the lot.

- What the bloody hell...
- Hey, hey, hey.

We've cracked it.

- You should be at the pub.
- Oh...

Hey, Steve was not one of us, okay?

I know it sticks in the guts,

but we've just got to accept that now.

- It's only Drew's word.
- No, it's not.

Steve had all the right links.

He was of the same vintage
as these blokes,

the same ranking, the same power.

You can't expect a kid like Drew
to tell these guys what to do.

He'd shit his pants at the sight of anyone

who was anything like his father.

Guys like Steve kept this state safe.

He made sure it ran smoothly.

He kept the shitheads in line.

He knew who to lean on
to get things happening.

By blackmailing paedophiles?

They're the scum of the earth, right?

Why wouldn't you lean on them?

Get them to shit themselves.
Keep them in line.

Get 'em to do what you want them to do.

Arrest who you want, jail who you want.

Look at it from a different perspective.

I'm not saying it's right,

but the bottom line is this,
we've got him.

And even without all the theories,

all the questions have been answered.

Got some news.

News you need to tell me
outside of the office?

Drew Blakely ran everything
under his father's guidance.

Jack has a theory.

Steve was blackmailing
the guys in the ring

to get the results he wanted,

in trials, government policy,
keeping scumbags in line,

for the greater good sort of thing.

It was Steven.

And what else?
What else did Drew say?

Oh, looks like he killed
Renmark.

After Renmark revealed
he'd organised the car bomb.

Renmark?

There was a connection.

You know, I might not
have even been there.

He didn't care if it
was just Ash and the kids.

They can come home now.

Yeah.

Yes, they can.

Hi, darling.

Why aren't you answering your phone?

Look, I've got some good news

but I want to tell you,
so can you call me, please?

Soon.

Love to those beautiful children and you.

Can you call me?

Would a drink be unseemly?
We are celebrating, after all.

Well, I'm sure the sun
is over the yardarm.

Oh, I'm sure it is. Somewhere.

Ah, I'm not exactly match fit.

Could be entertaining.

I doubt it.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Mmm. Ooh, so that's it, end of story.

Yes. My police guards have been dismissed,

and we can finally go home.

The esteemed Steven Blakely

ran a highly organised child porn ring.

Went undetected by staying off the net,

was assisted in this by his
IT genius son, who hated him.

Members of the ring included
the judiciary,

the public service,

and who knows who else
from the top end of town?

How thoroughly depressing.

Who knows how many of Renmark's
judgements were tainted.

Oh, could fuck us up for years.

Hundreds of decisions overturned.

The State'll be in a mess,

and God knows how many crims
just roaming around.

You've been amazing through all this.

I don't know how you carried on.
I know I couldn't have.

You're a fine human being.

You really are.

Don't you dare make me cry.

Well.

Make us both cry,
we'll really be in trouble.

Alright, that's it.

- Back to the fray.
- All this wasn't the fray?

Oh, Tracey has about 300 files
with your name on them.

- Thank you.
- And if you tell anyone

I went soft on you,
I'll deny everything.

Good news, thank the Lord.

If you want to back up that truck,

I'm ready to tackle
any files you have waiting.

I don't believe anyone's ever accused me

of being a truck driver before.

Ms Badir, you've heard the summary,

and you wish to plead guilty
to common assault,

is that correct?

Yes.
Yes, Your Honour.

Are you ready to proceed
with the plea now?

I am, Your Honour.

As an officer of the law,

I should know better than anyone else

what constitutes assault.

Despite this, I attacked the victim,

Mr Clarke, without
any reason or provocation.

To say that I'm humiliated
by my own actions

would be a great understatement.

I am appalled by what I did.

I'm not excusing my behaviour,

but all I can say in mitigation,

Your Honour, is that I operated

at the time under a misapprehension

that the young girl in question
needed my protection.

If the young girl
was in no way distressed,

why did you think she needed your help?

Well, I...

It's just a feeling I had,
Your Honour.

A feeling? I see.

As a solicitor,
I deeply regret my actions,

and I can assure you

that there's no need
for specific deterrence,

as I will not be doing this again.

Usually on a charge such as this,

I would take into consideration

the fact that you have
no prior convictions

and order a Good Behaviour Bond.

However,

as an officer of the court,
you should have known better.

Your conduct must be of a higher standard.

Therefore, I'm sentencing you
to a community based order

for a period of six months,

during which you shall be required

to perform 40 hours of community work

and attend upon a psychologist
for no less than six months,

that being the duration of the order.

If I was going to go down,

I should have taken
Clarke with me,

instead of grovelling like that
in front of him.

That's the most
sickening thing I've ever done.

My mouth was so dry
I couldn't even look at him.

- I bet he was smiling.
- He wasn't smiling.

The only thing that made me
keep my mouth shut

was knowing he was going to get convicted.

We can't use the Ruby Moreno photo.

What? Why?

Moreno gave us information
on the whole Blakely porn ring.

Ruby's photo was the trade off.

- Clarke gets away with it?
- For now.

He's on the cops' radar, though.
He'll fuck up again.

And you guys didn't tell me

because you thought
I needed protecting?

Now I feel just a little bit patronised.

I'm sorry.

It's just that you were so nervous.

Oh, with good reason, as it turns out.

You should let the Law Society

know about your conviction right away,

rather than them finding out
through the system.

Take the initiative.

Oh, you can actually say something useful.

And legal.

I wish I'd never laid eyes
on Timothy Clarke.

How did you end up in the same
random car park as Clarke?

He suggested you do something
dodgy, didn't he?

Yes, I did.

Found his address and told her
he was a very bad man.

The dodginess was all my instigation.

Uh, uh, don't protect him.

I'm not.

So, got any more juicy stories
for the tabloids?

Look, Erin,
I'm really sorry about that.

I don't want an apology.
You actually did me a favour.

Proved to me you're not my type at all.

I could have lost my job.

How'd you go?

I got convicted and he walks.

So much for justice.

We could use someone
like you in the force.

I'm not big on uniforms.

Come straight in at detective level.

You know, you've got plenty
of experience in criminal law.

That's got to count for something.

Thanks.

But I want to be a lawyer.

I'm good at it,

when I'm not assaulting perpetrators.

Yes. Yes, you are.

- And you know what else?
- What?

I'm proud that your first instinct

was to save someone in trouble.

And it's what makes you
such a good lawyer.

I believe there's some good news.

Yes, there is.

Can I have a look?

Drew seemed so, I don't know,
weak or something.

But to kill a judge?

Well, he hasn't admitted to
killing Renmark, not yet anyway.

There's his father too.

Blakely was a big, strong man.

With enough motive, you can do anything.

Hang on a second.

See this?

You stab me in the eye with this pen

and you could kill me, Janet.

Can you see the initials on that pen?

G and R, I think.

Well, that'd be right, wouldn't it?

Granville Renmark?

I just need to make
a phone call. Do you mind?

Sure.

- Andy?
- Hey, Janet.

Hey, come over for a drink.

Look,
I was just wondering,

that pen that was found
with Renmark's body.

Was that ever DNA tested?

What's the interest in the fountain pen?

Sounds like you're having a party.

We cracked the code, didn't we?
Fat bastard, we got him.

Yeah, Jack's shouting the drinks.

Look, I might leave you to it.

Lina?

- Can I borrow your phone?
- Yeah.

- Thanks.
- Are you OK?

You're joking, right?

That pen belongs
to Jack Rizzoli, I've seen it.

He talked about it being a murder weapon.

- Do you remember that?
- GR. Giacomo Rizzoli.

And it puts him at the scene
of Renmark's death.

Why would he not say
he was there with Renmark

unless he's hiding something?

Shit.

So Rizzoli told Owen that I was
reporting on him for silk.

Renmark was on the silk
selection committee.

He led us in completely
the wrong direction

for the Moreno defence.

When we first dragged him in,
he was on about being an artist.

Then his lawyer turned up,
told him to put a sock in it.

If you want my opinion,

that's the line they'll run with.

He pushed us to prosecute
Dianne Vasilich,

before Blakely's body was found.

He took me off the task force
in the middle of everything.

I'm running the investigation
into the biggest shitstorm

this department has seen in years.

I know, I tried to suggest somebody else

but they wouldn't budge.

Don't worry, the task force
continues, just without you.

And he gave Drew his alibi.

Drew only confessed
about Renmark and the bomb

after Jack had been with him.

Maybe Renmark wasn't behind the bomb.

It was Jack.

He tried to kill me and my family...

..when he thought I got
too close to the truth.

Does he know that you were coming here,

that you were meeting me?

No, it's okay.
I thought I was meeting Lina.

'Cause he could have people anywhere.

Okay, you take the taxi.

You head straight to the safe house.

You do not call anyone.
No-one.

- I told Ash to come home.
- I will call her.

- Don't tell her anything.
- I won't worry her, I promise.

We'll get some security guys
for you, okay?

You stay there until you hear from me.

Andy, it's me.

There are no security guards here yet.

What's happening?

Can you call me?

Okay, you listen to me.

I don't give a fuck
how short-staffed you are.

I want security back on
that safe house now.

And you call me when it's done.

I also need someone to run
a mobile number for me.

0491 570 159.

I want to know where that phone
was on Thursday the 4th.

Come on, Andy. Come on.

Oh, thank God.

You know,
I was just about...

- Jack.
- Janet.

I've cancelled the security guys.

You don't need them.

Thought I'd give you the VIP treatment.

Drive you home myself.

Ah, my car's still at
the police headquarters...

I got it out.
It's right here.

Thought you'd like things to be
as normal as possible.

That's very thoughtful of you.

Look, it's late

and I'm happy to drive myself
home in the morning...

- It's the least I can do.
- I haven't packed.

Everything's really unorganised.

Sort it out tomorrow.

What you need now

is a night underneath
your own roof. Come on.

Leave it.

I said fucking leave it!

Don't be so fucking stupid!

Get out.

No-one's going to believe
I killed myself.

I don't want to hurt you.
I just want to talk to you.

Talk? Like you talked
to Renmark, and Blakely?

I didn't kill Blakely.

Drew did.
He hated him.

Now get out of the car.

Walk.

Walk!

Andy knows you ran the ring with Steven.

Steven?

He had nothing to do with it.

It was Drew.

I was watching it for months
before I realised it was him.

You dropped your pen
when you killed Renmark.

This one?
From the evidence room?

Huh?

Now you ready to listen to me?

I wanted good people to be safe.
Just like you do.

That's all I want.

All those sickos, they're not gonna stop.

If they don't get the stuff from Drew,

they'll just get it off the net
or some other place.

Right now, at this moment,

they'll do whatever I say.

I have this power over powerful people.

The system works.

This state hasn't been
this safe for years.

All I need is you to keep quiet.

Keep quiet?

You tried to kill my children.

They were never going to get hurt.

It was a fuckin' bomb.

It was controlled.
Now listen to me.

All the kids in those photos,
from Eastern Europe,

they are impossible to identify.

Impossible.

I can't do anything, nothing at all,

to help those people.

It's not just about those children.

It's about Ruby Moreno.

It's every kid that Alex Moreno
took a photo of,

it's every kid in the Blakely beach house.

They are all under your care.

Those images give me
a way of controlling things,

a way we'd lost.

You are sacrificing children.

I'll resign.

Okay? I'll resign.
I'll walk away.

Yeah, I'll just walk away.

You can prosecute all the guys
in that ring,

all of 'em.

And let me tell you,
there's a lot of them.

But it'll shut down without me and Drew.

It will.
It'll shut down.

You just don't get it, do you?
You don't get it!

If I go to prison,

every case that I've worked on
in the last decade,

all of them, every single one of them,

they will be overturned,
they will be appealed.

And that's a lot of offenders
back out there.

Do you want to be part
of putting that scum

back on the street?

Listen, I'm not taking responsibility

for anything you've done.

I just need you to get on board.

Or what?

Are you going to get rid of me?

There's Novak, Moreno,

Tony, they all know things.

Andy'll know I'm missing.
He'll have alerted people.

Please.

Please, Janet.

You can help me convince them.

I won't help you.

If you want to keep me quiet,
you're gonna have to kill me.

Please.

So the cops have charged
everyone involved.

You wanted all this sorted out.
Neat little ribbon.

A second high-ranking police officer dead

was not exactly what I had in mind.

Yes, well a lot of things
have happened which are

not exactly what we had in mind.

- Tragic.
- Yes, tragic.

Jack was a fine man.

Not exactly the words
I'd choose.

A great loss for the public.

Are you actually going to do this?

What'd be the point
of doing anything else?

It'd destroy the public faith
in the force.

Well, we wouldn't want
to destroy anyone's faith.

I appreciate your support,
you and your department,

at this difficult time.

I know you worked closely with Jack.

It must be devastating for you all.

Yes, quite devastating.

But you're to be congratulated.

I believe that without
the tireless work of you

and your departments,
some of these perpetrators

might not have been apprehended.

Well, we do what we can.

You're way too modest.

Under your leadership,
the department is flourishing.

Which brings me to the purpose
of this meeting.

Ah, the purpose.

In light of the achievements
of you and your staff,

I'd like to increase your funding.

I'm thinking an extra 10 million a year.

I'm sure you'd be able
to put that to good use.

In light of our achievements with Blakely,

and other related matters.

- Exactly.
- I see.

Well, if you're that pleased
with our achievements,

perhaps you could stretch it
to an extra 20 million.

I'm sure with a little shuffling
we could manage 20 million.

We can find a way to arrange that.

Good. Then we're agreed.

It appears we are.

Giacomo, Jack Rizzoli,
served his community

with distinction for more than 30 years.

He joined the police officer
straight from school,

intent on a life of public service.

There was no doubt in anyone's mind

that he would move quickly
through the ranks.

His intelligence, his courage,

his support of his fellow officers,

his exemplary character,

all these attributes were apparent in Jack

from very early in his career.

He was a mentor and friend to many.

It would not be
too much to say that he was,

indeed, an inspiration to all
who worked with him.

What a bloody circus.

Should have brought a bucket.

Although we mourn his loss today
as colleague and friend,

we can take comfort in the fact

that he leaves behind a fine legacy,

and a police force
inspired by his example.

Thinking of expanding the department.

A dozen extra solicitors.
What do you think?

Half a dozen crowns?

Think about it.

Hymn number 345,
We Shall Sleep, But Not Forever.

A right royal piss-up
is required after this charade.

Not with this mob of arselickers.

You and me and Andy Campbell,
drink to forget.

It's on the department.

We've come into a bit of money.

The government throws a good bash

when they're rewriting history.

Oh, it's happened before,
it'll happen again.

At least this time

all the bad guys are dead or in jail,

which serves the rest of us.

For the greater good.

There's another conspiracy.

She'll go to the grave believing
she had the perfect son.

Pub?

Another time.
I've got a date.

Have fun at the pub.

Shall we?

They're not expecting us
back at work, are they?

Probably.

Stop worrying about Tracey.

We're drinking because we earned it.

And it's on Andy.

- Yeah!
- Oh, I don't think so.

Thanks, Andy.