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Who killed my husband?

I promised to give you answers
as we found them.

So you still don't know?

This royal commission of yours

is set up to protect us from gun violence

and you're going to send my youngest boy

to face the bullets of ISIS?

Shame on you, Miss King!

"Tell her about Filipetti."

Advising on ways
to avoid criminal charges...

That is perverting
the course of justice, Miss King.

Did you know
about the corruption commission?

Obviously, Lincoln's behind it.

It's not too late to pull out.

- Your safety is paramount.
- Hey.

Great things
never came from comfort zones.

That gun was used in two other crimes,

the kneecapping of Felix Murphy
and the murder of Ashleigh Larsson.

We need to find a way to get to someone

who knows who brought in
that first lot of guns

and if no-one's picking up
the container, that someone is Felix.

Whoever you owed money to paid him.
And that person?

He's up to his eyeballs in the drive-bys,

the kneecappings, the murders.

Who lent you the money?

And I'm investing
in resources and infrastructure

for the community that gave me a start.

You do exactly the same, Patrick,
unless you're outbid.

I don't create a mass of gambling
addicts to fund a personal edifice.

- It's a leisure center!
- Bullshit! It's halfway to a casino!

So who's really behind this?

I guess we'll find out
when someone comes to collect it.

This was the last guy
Simon hooked up with.

After this, he deleted the app.

Robbie Carter?

How's that for a coincidence?

That's not a coincidence.
It can't be.

Mr. Carter,
do you know why you're here today?

My wife's close to death because
some drug dealer rammed her car

and what's Janet King do,
she sends me a summons.

Who are the criminals here?
It's not my wife, it's not me.

How is your wife, Mr. Carter?

She's deteriorating

and if she dies alone in hospital
while I'm caught up in this circus

I'm gonna be so pissed off.

What do we think?

Maybe he knew Todd
was using Simon's credit card,

figured he'd dumped him for a younger man.

Simple old-fashioned jealousy?

Just got to catch him in a lie,
take it from there.

Mr. Carter, have you ever
been in possession of a firearm?

- Firearm?
- A gun.

- What sort of gun?
- Any gun.

A gun that shoots bullets
and can injure or, kill someone.

Have you ever had one?

I'm not looking for an essay
on string theory here.

It's a straightforward question.

Yes or, no, Mr. Carter?

- Uh, yeah.
- What sort?

It's, um... Actually, it's plastic.

What, like a water pistol?

No, it's 3D.

- You mean 3D printed?
- Mm.

- And did you print this gun yourself?
- I got it from a friend.

Whose name is?

I can't remember exactly.

It wasn't a close friend.
He was more a mate of a mate...

Let me take a stab in the dark
and see if I can help you out.

Was it Simon Hamilton?

You do know Major Simon Hamilton?

- A bit.
- Why did he give you a plastic gun?

I think, um...

...there's no real reason.

He was just talking about it,
they weren't any good for the army,

I was curious, so he said,
"Here you go. Have it."

- Right. Where is it now?
- It's at home in the bedroom.

- Where exactly?
- The top shelf of the wardrobe.

Right.

How would you describe your
relationship with Major Hamilton?

- Casual.
- Really?

- How did you meet?
- I forget.

Well, let me see
if I can help you out again.

That's a photograph of you

on a dating app deleted
from Simon Hamilton's phone.

That is how you met.

Yeah, okay. So what the hell has
this got to do with firearm crime?

Eh? Do you think you can just trawl
through everyone's private life?

So you're sure
your relationship was casual?

Yeah, it was casual.

Yeah, it was physical, but, it was casual!

Jeez, what is this?
Is this fuckin' 1970?

Did you shoot Todd Wilson
on the 26th of January?

No. I don't even know who that is.

Okay. If not, where were you?

On the evening of the 26th of January,

before you found out about your
wife's accident, where were you?

I was with Simon.

Thank you, Mr. Carter.

Do we believe him?

Could explain why
Hamilton's security system was off.

Or, if he knew it was off,

he knows it's an alibi we
can't disprove for Todd's shooting.

Convenient.

Searching Robbie's house.
No sign of a weapon yet.

Certainly not in his wardrobe.

So he took it, used it and now
he's scrambling for a cover story.

And remember, Simon's number
was in Brett Bonar's phone.

As was Bao Long's,

the man we now know
loaned Felix Murphy 80 grand.

So, what? We think Bao
ordered Brett to shoot Felix?

Probably, but, that doesn't mean
he's behind the importation.

- Or, knows who else used that gun.
- They probably all are.

I think there's something big here.

I can smell it. And we've got
something to use against Simon now.

You going to take that or...?

See if the major can come in
this afternoon.

I'll be back in an hour or, two.

It's quite simple, really.

Our State Corruption Commission
is about to tell you

that Wednesday next week
is the public hearing

into your alleged misconduct.

I felt the least I could do was give
you the courtesy of forewarning.

Sporting gesture.

Respect for the condemned, one might say.

Not that you're predicting the outcome.

Oh, the actual findings
don't really matter.

The inevitable outcome,
regardless of the findings,

being that by the end of the hearing

your reputation will be torn to pieces.

I hope you'll offer me a drink
if you invited me just to say that.

Let's just cut to the chase, shall we?

The SCC's charter
is to investigate public figures.

Now, if you were no longer
a public figure,

say, if you were to resign
as royal commissioner,

retire from the bar, then I could
instruct the SCC not to proceed.

I just felt it was only fair

to give you enough time
to consider your position.

Generous to a fault.

Oh, that's my middle name,
Generosity.

What did you want, Lincoln?
Did you ever want me to succeed?

My agenda is what benefits me

and is what's best for the Government.

Quick success by you would
have achieved both those goals.

You know, in the beginning,

I really hoped you would find
who was behind all this nonsense.

But, the longer you went on
without any success at all,

the more my agenda could only be achieved

by giving the public your head.

That's the simple truth.

So really I have two choices,

I either resign from public life

or produce a sudden success
so you can claim a glorious victory.

Well, technically, yes,
although I'm assuming

the second option is completely
unrealistic at this point

and certainly beyond your power
to control it anyway.

So that only leaves...

...resignation.

Or, a completely ruined reputation.

The state's corruption watchdog
has you in their crosshairs.

When will you resign
from the royal commission?

Not today, thank you.

Have you lost the Premier's
confidence, Commissioner King?

Have you spoken
to the Attorney-General yet?

So you still won't say
who you were with or, where you were.

It's getting harder to remember, actually.

It was Australia Day, Major Hamilton,
not any ordinary day of the week.

You know American psychologists ran
a test on 3,000 witnesses of 9/11?

Yes, I'm aware of that.

They all thought they'd never forget
who they were with.

They were interviewed a day
later, one year later, two years...

Three years, yes,
and they were only 57% accurate.

Though they swore that their memory
of that day was crystal clear.

Great. But, we're talking
about a couple of months ago.

And the thing is, we have evidence
from another witness

saying he was with you that night.

Do you have any idea who that might be?

He might have just thought he
was with me. Memory is unreliable.

Okay, let's come back to that in a second.

How about we deal
with an indisputable fact?

Earlier in January,
your mobile was called by a phone

belonging to a man called Brett Bonar.

That phone call lasted nine minutes.

Do you recall talking to Mr. Bonar?

No.

Well, this memory thing's tricky,
isn't it?

Okay, let me see if I can help you out.

This was deleted from your phone
a few months ago,

but, not before you organized
to meet the man in that photo,

who, by the way,
is known to us as Robbie Carter,

and who told us
you and he had met many times.

So our question to you,
our specific question,

notwithstanding your appalling memory,

is was the night of Australia Day

one of the nights
you and he spent together or, not?

"If we really want to hide something,
we usually can."

That was in your statement at the
inquest into Corporal Allman's death,

wasn't it, Major Hamilton?

Your denial and evasiveness implies to me

that you have a connection to the
crimes under our terms of reference,

the details of which
I can assure you will be published

unless other more innocent
explanations come to light.

So, Mr. Hamilton,
the phone call with Brett Bonar...

I... I never met him.

It was just the one... one call.

Robbie had told him
about a 3D gun I'd given him.

What, you just gave him the gun?

They don't work that well.

It was more like a souvenir.

The program came out of an army trial.

I was never gonna use it
a-a-and Robbie found it fascinating,

so I said, "Fine. Take it."

Then he knew this... other guy somehow

and the next thing I know

he's calling up
saying, "Can we do a deal?"

If I printed out 100 or, so,
he'd buy them off me.

- And you said?
- I told him to piss off and grow up.

I wasn't about to become
an arms dealer. I love my country.

Okay. And what about the night
of Australia Day?

Alright.

Yes...

...I was at home.

With Robbie.

And he came over about six.

And left when?

Well, he...he got the call

about his... wife's accident.

It was maybe nine-ish.

He left straight for the hospital.

His wife?

Yes.

Thank you, Major Hamilton.
Let's take a short adjournment.

- Now?
- Half an hour.

There's Karen getting into Todd's car.

And Todd driving off.

Keep going.

Bit longer.

There. See that car
turning around to follow him?

What was Jane Carter driving
when she crashed?

Ford Falcon. QRP-278.

She was already following him.

Maybe she learned
the other person in their marriage

was Simon Hamilton.

Let's look Simon up.

We won't see a picture of Simon,
because he's ex-SAS, still serving.

But, there it is, click on that.

Todd Wilson.

The website he set up.

Impersonating Simon Hamilton
to buy the Ferrari,

but, using his real work address.

So Jane Carter takes her husband's
plastic gun from the wardrobe,

goes to the address,
sees Todd knock off work,

thinks it's Simon Hamilton.

Follows him...

- Oi, mate!
- ...shoots him.

The barrel of the gun flies back,

which explains that injury on her
forehead with the plastic shards.

And the woman Keisha heard screaming
wasn't a witness, it was Jane.

So she speeds off with concussion,
isn't really watching the road

and smashes into George Healy.

And the gun's plastic.

So it melted.

So it was Jane the whole time.

What the hell's going on?

I thought you said we hadn't finished yet.

- Look, I think we've got all we need.
- What does that mean?

What are you putting
in your report? At least...

I'd advise you to move away.

Alright, alright. Five minutes, yes?
Stay up here.

Come to my office.

I have a right to privacy

and I'm tired of the way you look
at me like I'm a thickhead bully.

Be honest with yourself,
Major Hamilton

I am. Privacy and honesty
are not mutually exclusive.

I thought you'd understand that.

Aren't you facing a public hearing
over a personal text message?

There's no reason to say more
about your actions in my report

- than I need to.
- You've got no need to say anything.

Major, the gun that killed
Todd Wilson came from you

and ironically
the bullet was meant for you.

These facts have to be included
in my report.

You cannot keep saying
that you have nothing to do

with the tragedies that happen around you.

Are you referring
to Corporal Allman's suicide?

- If you want to raise that.
- What was my crime there?

No crime, but, no honesty either.

Obviously he wasn't coping

and can I suggest
you haven't coped in the past either?

But, rather than that breeding
compassion, it bred contempt.

You said the bullet
was meant for me. What did you mean?

The Ferrari that was bought in your name,

that was Todd Wilson as you,
he'd stolen your identity.

And the bullet that... that killed him

came from your Liberator 3D printed gun.

Jane?

That's all I'm prepared to say.

Two men have died and a woman
is close to death, in large part,

I believe, because you've
never been honest with yourself.

My report will state the facts

and sequence of events relating
to firearm crime, that's all.

Are you gonna charge her?

If she wakes up.

That's a matter for the police.

But, given the circumstances, I'll...

...I'll be referring it to them
and recommending murder charges.

- It's all my fault.
- You didn't fire the gun.

Well, I may as well have.

It's gonna go public, isn't it?

And then all those people
that came out to help us...

Yes.

I love her.

It was never meant to be like this.

I never wanted to lose her.

Elaheh.

No. No. Miss King,
we are on our way to the airport.

- Are you all going back?
- No, just Sam.

Please, we have the answers.

Please go.
Answers hardly matter now.

We know who killed Todd,
why, what for. Please.

Hear it from me
before it's out there for everyone.

It's okay, you stay.

It doesn't bother us.

Please take care, Sam.

It's okay. I'll be fine.

Mistaken identity.

So it was all just a stupid accident?

It was a tragedy of errors.

His actions did lead to his own death,

but, it's also true
that Todd wasn't the man

Jane was trying to hurt.

We were looking for an enemy,
when sadly he didn't have one.

Which I told you all along.

But, you never believed me.

Everyone kept telling me
that I didn't know my husband,

but, I did.

I knew that he never had enemies.

I know that he wasn't perfect,
but, he wouldn't hurt anybody.

Maybe you don't really have an enemy
either, Janet.

Maybe you create them.

Dogs only chase people who run away.

After all that effort,

Todd's murder didn't help us
solve the big picture at all.

Well, never assume everything's
part of a big conspiracy,

because most things aren't,

they're just individual moments
of idiocy and desperation.

So who's behind it all?

We know these weapons are being imported

by someone Brett was working for.

On the other hand,
Brett took any job he was offered.

We can narrow it down to one of
the guys on his "dirty jobs" phone.

Which means it was either a name
so far totally off our radar,

like Ahmed or, Luigi or, Simon,
Robbie, Bao Long or, Patrick.

Whoever it is has so far made
no attempt to pick up a container

that would give them
a multimillion-dollar payday.

Nonetheless, we have to prove
who it is before next Wednesday,

before the corruption commission
hearing starts.

- Or?
- We've lost.

Everything.

So instead of sitting here
staring at each other

let's keep asking questions.

Why was Patrick talking to Brett?
Any ideas?

- He never mentioned him to me.
- Would he tell us if we asked him?

He'd tell us something,
we'd have to work out if it's true.

Patrick's not a liar.

Well, time's ticking.

Let's see if you're right, shall we?

How long have you known Patrick?

10 years maybe. I don't think
he'd be into this stuff.

- But, you never know, I guess.
- Janet, have any of you lost an iPad?

Because I found this in the bin
around the side.

- Ah, yeah. Just hang on a sec.
- Yep, cool.

Yep?

Yeah, sure. Coming now.

Ah, change of plan, you're on.

Right. Can you finish that
and let me know?

Okay, you go with Heather now.
Any questions?

No, all good and
if I have to work with her again,

- I guess I'll cope.
- You might learn something.

- About hair curlers or, interrogation?
- Do I get a loading for this?

Just keep an open mind, okay?

Always.

- So this is yours?
- Yes.

- Where was it?
- Just around the side.

It was under the big green bins.

I was just chucking some stuff out
and I saw it.

And it went missing the night after

she said she saw that Asian guy
hanging around, didn't it?

- Yeah.
- Have you seen him again?

Um, no. He was just here that once.

But, he was over there
and that was around here.

- Do you want me to show you?
- Yeah, I'll...

You go back inside,
I'll take a look.

- Thanks, Peta.
- No, that's okay.

Did I, ah, did I tell you my
proposal for the recreation center

might be coming back into favor?

Fantastic. You match what Bao Long
was gonna pay for the land?

No. A... report hit the press about the
use of poker machines in New South Wales.

Even though there were
300 less of them last year,

$3 billion more got pumped through them.

Yep, direct correlation
with divorce rates, depression,

domestic abuse, etcetera.

So, politically, it's
a touchy subject all of a sudden.

Funny how reports hit the press
at opportune times.

Isn't it, though?

I've often had that sort of luck.

Just born under a good star,
I suppose.

Still, I'm sure you're not really
here to discuss netball courts.

No, we're here to ask you
about a guy called Brett Bonar.

- Ah.
- Who we know you knew.

Well, I had a few conversations
with him. I wouldn't go too far.

A shame we didn't hear about that earlier.

And not much just slips your mind,
does it, Patrick?

No. No, it was a deliberate omission.

Guilty as charged.

- I'm sorry, Heather.
- Hm.

So what were the conversations?

You know how those boys
broke into my car, right?

You said you didn't know who.

I think I was careful
with the way I worded that.

Look, full disclosure,

I found my car had been broken into,
I got a mate of mine on the force

to access the CCTV footage
of the car park,

look up the license plate on their car

and get me Brett's phone number.

He accessed the police database for you?

Who said it was a he?

And I'm not dropping him in it,
so don't ask me for names, alright?

There are many people in
the south-west who owe me a favor.

When you called Brett,
what did you say to him?

I told him
I wanted my cigar box back.

I mean, I liked Brett.

- And he did try and make amends.
- How?

He bought me a bottle of Scotch
to say sorry

when he couldn't.

Apparently, Todd had already
passed it on to a mate of his.

Who?

Look, I'm not certain and it might
just sound like sour grapes...

Patrick.

That box was full of cigars.

Puente Estate Real.

And if you check some photos
in the local paper last week,

you'll see a certain businessman

happens to be smoking just that brand.

You didn't hear it from me.

So Brett was working for Bao,
so was George Healy.

Bao has the setup and contacts
to offload those guns

in the quantities we're talking about.

I take it his DNA isn't on the database.

No criminal record, so at the moment
we couldn't test to see

if he was the second man with Brett
at George's murder anyway.

Let's get a sample of his DNA then.

How? He won't give consent and we
can't just take it. That's a crime.

Well, not if it's freely discarded.

We get him in here,
question, question, question.

As long as he leaves something behind

or throws something in the bin,
like a paper cup or, a gum wrapper

or a tissue, then we're home and hosed.

Can we... can we do this tomorrow?

- Good luck.
- Thanks!

In the meantime, let's find out
as much as we can, okay?

Known associates, patterns of movement,

when and how long the calls lasted
with Brett.

We need him to concentrate so much
on his answers,

he's not thinking about things like DNA.

Don't you ever answer
that bloody phone of yours?

- Oh, sorry.
- I thought you might be a no-show.

Why? Grounds for appeal
aren't that strong, are they?

- Still gonna be stressful.
- Oh, come on, Tony.

If anyone knows
confrontation in court, it's me.

This case is personal. You were
drained after the first hearing.

Appeals are about points of law.
It's totally different.

There's nothing personal about today

as long as you eat her up and spit
her out as soon as possible.

Oh, great. Well, I'm glad you've
got life in perspective today.

In the appeal of Deborah Larsson
against Janet King,

we have considered the appellant's
grounds for appeal

and the respondent's submissions
to the contrary.

We are in a position
to make a decision today.

Mrs. Larsson, you are
representing yourself, correct?

Yes, Your Honor.

Your Honor's gonna roast her for lunch.

- Mr. Gillies?
- Appearing for Ms. King, Your Honor.

You can sit down, Mr. Gillies.

Your best points, Ms. Larsson.

I'm sorry. I, ah... I, um...

I'm not used to the way things work here.

We'll make allowances, Ms. Larsson.

But, I believe that Justice Stanton's
findings in my case

were incorrect in law.

In granting possession
of the fertilized embryo to Janet,

she failed to answer the fundamental
question posed by my application.

Is the fertilized embryo capable
of being classified as property?

Or, is it something else entirely?

Legally, is it a potential life?

That's exactly the line
I'd have taken.

And if this is the case,

Justice Stanton should have given
more weight to what happened to it.

You argue that the fertilized embryo
should be declared potential life

and therefore its usage should be
determined in line with this?

Yes and because Justice Stanton
failed to make that decision,

her ruling should be overturned.

Which... which brings me to my final point.

I see this embryo
as a potential baby of mine

and a potential niece or, nephew of
my sister, who's no longer with us.

Where is the law in this,
Your Honor?

There is an absence of direct
precedent concerning this area.

You'd be quite aware of that.

I thought we'd be required to base
our arguments in law, Your Honor.

The appellant may not have
your training, Mr. Gillies,

but, she has a right to be heard.

Sit down.

Will we talk about usage?

I intent to use that embryo
to fulfill its potential.

I want to see that baby live

and that's what my sister Ash
wanted as well.

- But, what does Janet want?
- Your Honor!

She doesn't know.

Probably, because she's so busy,

she'll just let it sit there
in that facility

until it's too late
and she has to destroy it.

She'd rather keep that embryo on ice
than give it the chance to live.

And that is not what Ash wanted.

Mr. Gillies?

Ah, Your Honor,
our position is clear at law.

I ask to keep the emotion out of it.

Your point, Mr. Gillies?

For the fertilized embryo

to be determined a potential life,

there needs to be some certainty
of this happening.

Ms. Larsson is 39,
the chances of a woman her age

having a successful implanting

of a single embryo
that's been frozen for four years

is less than 10%.

For the embryo to be declared
potential life,

its chances of a successful implant
need to be greater?

Thank you, Your Honor.

This embryo is stored at a facility.

Ms. King and her partner
Ashleigh Larsson

entered into a contract
with this facility.

They signed the consent form,
they paid the bills.

Legally, this embryo has always
had standing as property.

Ash Larsson left her property to
Ms. King in the event of her death.

As such, this embryo
belongs to the respondent.

And what does Ms. King intend to do
with this embryo?

Your Honor, as it's her property,

my client's intentions are irrelevant.

Very well.

The court will take a short adjournment

to consider its judgment.

Things are going well then?
With the girlfriend?

I'm not sure we've made it that official.

- Are you dating anyone else?
- No.

Would you?
If the opportunity came up?

- No.
- She's as good as your girlfriend.

You'll be signing a lease together next.

Probably not.
She's about to head overseas.

Oh. How's your frequent flyer balance?

Janet, how's it going?

- Is Andy back with my iPad?
- I haven't seen him.

Can you tell him I shouldn't be
too much longer here.

And to text me with any information, yes?

- Right, sure.
- Thanks.

It was you, wasn't it?

The anonymous call
that could end my career.

What do you think Ash
would say about that?

I did not mean for it to...

...blow up like that.

And we're really sorry, Janet.

But, Ash said that embryo could be mine.

It was meant for me.

And that's what Ash really wanted.

It really was.

Uh, we're back.

In the appeal of Deborah Larsson
against Janet King,

we have considered both submissions
carefully.

This is a complex matter and future
judges may choose to revisit it.

As the law stands, however,

Ms. King, as the de facto partner

of the deceased at the time of her death,

has title to that embryo.

Therefore, we find for the respondent.

The appeal is dismissed and the
decision of the trial judge stands.

Come on, Janet.

- Congratulations.
- Did he rule on potential life...

They ruled it's my property.

I knew it. It had to be.
It's not alive.

Keep the definitions black and
white, they had to rule your way.

- But, it's an embryo.
- Frozen, not developing.

- But, fertilized.
- Obviously.

Do you believe it's property?
Or, was it just to win the case?

I'm just curious, that's all.

Well, just because it might
become life doesn't mean it will.

And if it isn't yet, then it's property.

- When does it become life, though?
- That's the grey area.

- When do you think it does?
- I don't know, I...

Well, earlier than I would have said
a few weeks ago.

Examining the case law has
challenged my preconceptions too.

- You're not, are you?
- Yeah.

- Fantastic!
- Congratulations.

- What?
- She's pregnant!

I... I thought you couldn't,
'cause you had...

Idiopathic infertility.
So did I.

Ah, well done for Taterhead, eh?
Little spuds.

- You told them.
- Yeah, they guessed.

I don't know how,
I didn't say anything much.

Techies brought in the...

Thanks.

It had prints all over it.
Lots of people have picked it up.

Why pick it up and dump it?

It could have been kids

who picked it up
and couldn't guess your password,

so they threw it away.

The tech guys say
it hasn't been opened for 11 days.

Alright.

Well, it looks like everything's here.

- Hang on.
- What?

Well... there was a whole album here.

What's happened?

Looks like it's been deleted.

- There were photos of Ash and...
- You sure they were there?

Yes! It was definitely here
and it's been deleted.

When did you say this was dumped?

- 11 days ago?
- Yeah, at least.

I want to move... move home tonight.

- That's pretty sudden.
- I've been thinking about it.

If Ash's killer wanted to hurt me,
they would have by now.

They're just trying to scare me and...

...I'm tired of running, Andy.

If I live in that motel, they win.
And...

...it would be a lot cheaper
for the Federal Police

just to put a bodyguard at my house.

Okay. I'll get it organized,
move your stuff back.

I'll get you a spare key.

Peta.

Um, I'm sorry, Janet,
I've just cleaned up the machine.

No, no. I just wanted to say thank you.

Thank you for finding my iPad, thank you...

Thank you for plying us
with good quality caffeine.

As you can tell, we live on the stuff, so...

Well, I stop at six and I move onto wine.

A girl after my own heart.

I'll be at the Belly Black Bar in an hour

if you want to share a glass with me.

Or, not. No, I mean...

- If you think it's inappropriate.
- No, no.

Or, you're probably busy
because I know you're...

...you're pretty important right now.

I wouldn't get too carried away.

Then the offer stands,
if you're interested.

A splash of cold climate chardonnay
to wash away the day.

- Oh, you know your wines, do you?
- Yeah.

Evidence of a misspent youth, sadly.

Or, an anxiety management program.

Give you a tip,
long term, it doesn't work.

So I might see you there then?

I'll see you there.

Mm, now that looks...

...expensive.

Oh, least I can do for a wine connoisseur.

Thank you.

You driving?

Uh, yeah, I was going to.
But, well...

I'll get a cab.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

So...

- tell me about the coffee business.
- Mm.

Well, it's not the most
exciting profession.

- People make it bearable.
- Just bearable?

Okay, certain people make it, uh...
mildly satisfactory.

And, um...

...how do you have fun
outside of business hours?

I like to read.
Old dead Brits mostly.

- I like wine...
- Literature and wine, a noble union.

And we have something else in common.

But, I'm sorry, it's, um...

- ...it was a Google stalk.
- Oh.

I've also lost a loved one.

He got sick fast. So...

And by that stage,
there was nothing they could do.

The end was pretty quick.

I mean, he wouldn't have felt much.
I guess that's something.

When was this?

It was a few years ago.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah.

It still sucks.

I mean, it's really like looking
down this horrible black hole

and it's just swallowing all my energy.

I don't know how deep that hole is.

But, if he'd been murdered, that...

...that would have done me in totally.

That on top of everything.

I don't know how you survived that.

No, I didn't either.

But, then you do... somehow.

You will too.

One day, you'll feel stronger.

It helps having the right people
around you. I don't...

I don't think I could have
got through it without my kids.

Yeah, I don't have that support system.

It doesn't need to be children.

You just need to find someone who can...

...help you let him go.

What if I think I have?

Well, it has to be right for them
too. That's the tricky part.

Yeah.

We should get something to eat.

I brought Not Donuts.

I hear they've got half the calories.

- Hm?
- Mm. Come in.

Have you got any sisters?

Otherwise, half of this
is going to charity.

I have two.

This is great.

This will cover me
for both their birthdays,

Christmas, next birthdays.

Wow.

Mm-hm.

So have you thought anymore about
meeting up at some stage?

I have thought about it a lot.

You don't have to get on the same flight.

Just whenever the commission's wrapped up.

It's neat in theory, but...

...but, the truth is I feel
like I've been treading water a bit.

You know, professionally speaking.

I'm at a critical juncture right now

in terms of where my career's headed.

You could still work, once your
"critical juncture" has passed.

Half of me wants to book a flight
right now,

and the other half knows
I just... I can't.

Well, I have no use for half a boyfriend.

I need 100% unadulterated Richard.

When are you coming back?

I don't know.

Maybe I'll get sick of hostels
and run home in three months.

Or, maybe I'll fall in love
with Switzerland,

get a job at a dairy farm
and stay two years.

That is adorably specific.

I've been doing a lot of reading.

Look...

I just...

I just think that meeting you
has been kind of miraculous.

It feels easy.

It feels right.

Nice to meet you, Barry.

Until the commission's over,

we'll be maintaining household protection.

They asked me if I wanted the job.

Thank you for saying yes.

Okay. Home, sweet home.

So, um...

Tell me, how does this...
how does this actually work?

Well, however you want it to.

I won't be in your face 24/7.

I'll be doing shifts in the car.

It should feel like I'm... not here.

Okay. But, actually,
I wouldn't mind some company now.

Unless your car's more appealing.

If you don't want to be alone,
just say so.

No, no. That's not what I mean.

The last couple of weeks, you know,

I've had to face a lot of things
about me, work and...

...after the last two years, it's...

...you know,
all these issues with Ash's sister

and the corruption commission and...

But, now I feel like I'm ready, you know,

to face stuff, life and things.

You know what I mean?

That's the most confusing thing
I've ever heard you say.

♪ Some days ♪

♪ You haunt ♪

♪ Do you feel it? ♪

♪ No matter ♪

♪ If you don't ♪

♪ Like a deal ♪

♪ And now you're gone and I would ♪

♪ And now you're gone and I would ♪

♪ And now you're gone
And I would... ♪

Morning.

Morning.

Dutch analysis on the full human
genome of George and Ash's killer

finally came through.

Would you like me to take you through it?

Did I miss something?

Uh, DNA results.

Confirmation of what we already know.

Male, mixed ethnicity.
Part Caucasian.

The rest is a United Nations.
Polynesian, Asian, Indigenous.

Very hard without full morphology
to tell what this bloke'd look like.

Any number of traits could dominate.

Light brown hair, brown-green eyes.
Could be a million people.

Can we get that morphology?

They're doing it now,
but, we have to pay more for it.

Couldn't be evidence at trial,
so we can't use the police budget.

That alright. I'll pay for it.

There's a lot of information
without the full-face morphology.

Like when he looks into the light,
he sneezes.

Folds his arms left over right.

We can tell that from DNA?

There's a lot we can tell
with an 80%-90% likelihood.

But, often you have to combine the
mutation with environmental factors

to know if it's activated,
I've only skimmed the headlines.

There are pages here.

It is the whole genome,
with over 70 listed mutations.

- Which is about average.
- Where does this leave free will?

Beyond my brief.
It's incredible, though, isn't it?

What you can find out about someone?

Ah, Bao Long's here.
When you're ready.

Bao Long? I doubt he'll give you
a big confession.

I'd settle for anything at the moment.

We might get some DNA,
which might link him to George,

but, the only thing that'll save me now

is nailing whoever's behind
this gun importation.

- Could be Bao Long too.
- Yeah, but, how do I prove that?

- You need to set a trap.
- How?

And please, at this point in time,
there's no such thing as a bad idea.

I'll look at anything. That importer
will lead me to Ash's killer

and vice versa,
solve one, I get the other.

Felix Murphy owed you
a substantial amount of money.

Yeah, I don't recall.

Mr. Long, contempt of this commission

and provision of false or, misleading
evidence are punishable offenses.

Oh, you mean Felix? Yes,
I did extent him a line of credit.

How much?

In excess of $80,000 from memory.

Are you still in touch with Mr. Murphy?

Well, I heard that he left the country.

Recently?

I don't recall where I learned that,
actually.

Well, the money that he owed you,
do you recall that?

Yes. I onsold it.

To who?

Let me see...

Um...

Mr. Long.

If you think that I shot Felix,
you're completely off.

- My nose is absolutely clean.
- So who did shoot him?

'Cause I can't believe
you wouldn't have heard anything.

- I don't know.
- Who bought the debt?

Well, there are a number of agents
I sell bad debts to.

I often went through Brett Bonar,
God rest his soul.

May have been him. Although
he's really just a middleman.

So where the debt ended up
and who went after him for it,

I can't really tell you that.

George Healy, perhaps?

Well, I'd have to see
if I kept my records.

- Sometimes I do.
- Mr. Long, your evidence

has been characterized
by alarming lapses of memory.

Please, can you reacquaint yourself
with your financial records

before we reconvene
at a date to be advised?

You're excused.

Yes, Commissioner.

Fuck!

- I'll check on surveillance.
- Sure.

Hey, Janet. Can I have a word?

Yes.

After this...

...I've decided not to return to the DPP.

At least, not immediately.

I'll stay to the end of the commission,

however long you need me,
and I'll tell Tony tomorrow.

But, I wanted you to know first.

Reasons?

I think it's time.

So what will...

...what will you do?

- I'm gonna take the bar exam.
- It's a tough job, Richard.

- The isolated nature of the bar is...
- I wasn't actually asking for advice.

- Of course.
- I'm sorry, it's just...

...there's something I need to do.

And who knows?
It might all end very badly.

I don't think so.

It's been an honor, Janet.

Really, it has been.

I've loved working with you.

So have I, Richard.

Janet, you should check this out.

Is there any movement?

Still nothing.

But, this has just come through.

Is everybody ready?
Thank you for coming.

It's, um, it's with great pleasure

that I announce
the Boccaro Group's proposal

to build a state-of-the-art
sport and recreation center

in Western Sydney has been approved
by the municipal council.

Now this visionary development
has only been made possible

by your state government
agreeing to sell the Crown land

on which this center will be built

for the nominal sum of one dollar.

Now the long-term benefits
to the community

and the state are huge.

This project will create hundreds of jobs

and leave a wonderful legacy

for the people of the local community

without relying on gambling.

And if there's one thing
New South Wales does not need any more of,

that's poker machines.

Yes, Mr. Boccaro,
your center creates community.

It doesn't destroy it.

It's the sort of place
we want for our grandchildren.

This is a great deal
for the people of Western Sydney.

Thank you, Mr. Attorney-General.
I'm just delighted I have the chance

to give something back to the place
which has given me so much.

You got to admire

the way Lincoln Priest
always looks like the people's hero.

Guy's got a real knack for it.

I'm sure you'll be shocked and surprised

to hear that the Attorney-General

thinks he can force me
to resign as commissioner.

Except, you know,
the more I think about it,

the more it strikes me
that he wouldn't go down that path

unless he had a replacement lined up.

Am I right?

Might have been a conversation or, two.

So what would it take for you to be
an ally, rather than an enemy?

Janet, I've got a lot of options
on the table

and this ship is sinking right now.

Help us save it.

Who's us?

Me and Bianca.

You know, if you join us...

...we can do it.

How?

The shadow
caused by my impending appearance

before the State Corruption Commission

means we are unable to fulfill
our wider brief.

While I refuse to resign,

I have no choice but, to suspend
this royal commission

until that investigation
has been completed

and my future clarified by their findings.

All sessions of the commission
have been canceled

and all current operations
will cease immediately.

Commissioner King?

I have nothing more to add.
Thank you.

Commissioner King.

Along here. Down there.

- Step back, please.
- Away from your desk.

- We have to secure everything.
- Move away, please.

Thanks, everyone, shut down computers

and switch off your phones, please.

- It's on.
- Camera?

They're in the container now.
Who's this?

Holy fuck.

Of course now,
you'll never know the answer

to the one murder
you most wanted to solve.

For Christ's sake, Richard.
Of all cases!

First principles, Janet!
First principles.

DNA face morphology.

- How's the likeness?
- Still loading.

- Janet, what is it?
- It's almost a photograph!

Get back-up, Andy, and get there.

Okay, guys, I need cars at the RC and
we gotta go now! We gotta go now!