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Are you insinuating that I,

as a chairman of a successful company,

am involved in football match fixing?

That man, the witness, he's my father.

Graham King, chairman of Pax Car Rentals?

I didn't know what he does,
where he works. We're not close.

Get the fuck off me!
Let me go!

The deceased's blood results present
a platelet count

substantially below normal range.

Bleeding to death by cerebral haemorrhage.

Why would Tyler's blood
have low platelets?

Come back!

If you hadn't been flashing
your tits all over the internet,

none of this would have happened!

We have a few questions about your son.

This isn't a good time.

Tyler's death's been upsetting enough.

You coming around, implying he was
some kind of drug cheat.

It's Shannon Hinksman.

We saw him hanging out with
the Firecrackers in Melbourne.

He's got form - for assault,
and dealing, and standover.

Rich, I'll call you back, mate.
See ya.

That wasn't Clay's phone.
We need a tower dump.

Actually, fuck it.
I'll tell them everything.

I'll bring you all down with me.

Careful, Clay.

You do that, mate -
we're gonna kill your son.

That look he gave me.

He was telling me it was murder.

Having consulted
the investigating officer,

and in light of new evidence,

the charge of reckless driving
against the driver of the bus

which fatally struck Clay Nelson
cannot be sustained.

What new evidence?

What have the police found?

Unfortunately,
I'm not at liberty to say.

Doesn't the public have a right to know?

There are bigger issues at play here
which I'm unable to discuss.

How do they feel about
not seeing justice done?

I can assure you we have
informed them of our decision

and they understand the situation.

Oh, he'd be hating this.

I'll say again, this decision takes
into account the opinion

of the investigating officers.

What would you have done?

If you were Clay,
with the choice he had to make?

Well, if it meant saving my children,

and there was no other way,
the same, no question.

You wouldn't slip me
a coded message first?

Clay did.

He waited until he knew
I'd seen him.

And that look in his eyes.

It was a man with no choice.

Janet must have loved every moment

of watching me eat her dog-shit sandwich.

I assessed the new evidence
as presented to me.

I just can't share it with you.

Because it came from the star chamber,

which makes you her errand boy.

You could have ignored my determination

and run it as an ex-officio indictment.

You know I wouldn't have recommended
withdrawing the charge

without good reason.

You tell Janet
I know exactly what this is about,

and if this is the way she wants to
play it, let the games begin.

So the man who incited
Clay Nelson's suicide,

he talks about the boss.

We heard his phone ring.

Whoever made that call could
well be the major profit-taker.

So what did we get from the tower dump?

Ah, Janet, your office.

Sure.

What is it?

The tower dump identified the phone

belonged to Clay's mystery visitor,

and the man who called him.

Great. Who are they?

Mystery man's phone was a burner.

Registered to a false identity.

But the phone that called him
belongs to your father,

which now makes him
our major person of interest.

Last month, he made several calls

to Nate Baldwin, Darren Faulkes
and Wazim Jandaphur.

They are all connected in some way
to the betting syndicate.

OK, and if we discover stronger
evidence connecting him to that,

we'll get him back in.

Oh, you mean I will.
Of course.

I mean, I'll step back from any
investigation concerning him.

I reiterate, you cannot be involved
in any proceedings

in which your name
and his appears in a transcript,

which might turn up in court,

or where you would be called as a witness.

I can still focus
on other persons of interest.

I can still work this reference...

I know...
..behind an ethical wall.

I know how much you value
your professional integrity,

and I trust you
to stand by those principles.

But under no circumstances

are you to discuss anything about
this reference with him.

Of course. I...

Even better, don't see him at all
until this is over.

Build that ethical wall very high
and stay right behind it.

Concentrate on how Shannon Hinksman
fits into this.

You'd think for someone
with drug and standover form,

you'd get a bit more bang for your buck.

Shops, strip club, home.

Maybe Hinksman's finally
gone straighty-180.

He's been hanging out with
the Firecrackers.

He's a known bagman for...
Yeah, hang on, hang on.

He just met someone.

Come on, sweetheart. Turn around.

Attaboy.

That's Eddie Cooke from Continuum Therapy.

What's he doing with Hinksman?

What are they meeting about?

Lover's tiff by the looks.

Eddie's left something.
Shannon's got it.

Right - stay on Shannon.

Can you keep me posted? I'm going to
Nate Baldwin's committal.

Why bother? It'll just be Richard
Stirling trashing the police case.

Or proving his own.

If he found the substance Tyler took,
to break causation for Nate,

I need to know where it came from.

It could lead us to whoever set up
the betting plunge on the Devils.

Excuse me, mate.

Anything to say to your teammate?

Can you comment on today's proceedings?

Nate! Nate!

Will Nate Baldwin's manslaughter charge

affect your sponsorship of the Devils?

Are rumours true
you're severing ties with them?

Pairing with a club is like a marriage.

You're in it
for the good times and the bad.

I have every faith that Nate Baldwin
will be found not guilty,

and I look forward to him returning
to what he does best -

superb football.

So according
to the two witness statements,

one saw the accused hit the deceased
with his right hand,

the other with his left hand.

Would you agree,
Detective Sergeant Renner,

that these are
contradictory recollections?

Well in the heat of the moment,

everyone sees things slightly differently.

Slightly differently?

Wouldn't you really say
that these statements

are two irreconcilable versions of
the same incident?

I object, Your Honour.

The question calls for a conclusion,
which is a matter for the court.

Your Honour, Sergeant Renner
is not a lay witness.

His opinion is admissible.

Your Honour, both statements

describe a violent attack
on Mr Perati by the accused.

That is an agreed fact.

Just because my learned colleague
found some minor inconsistencies,

which Sergeant Renner has confirmed...

Your Honour, the Crown
simply does not wish to hear

that what they refer
to as minor inconsistencies

are, in fact, major contradictions.
I wonder why.

All we're saying is that if
he wishes to make that argument,

he needs to make it to the court.

It's not a matter on which Sergeant
Renner's opinion is relevant.

Agreed.
Thank you, Madam Crown.

While the defence has highlighted
conflicting evidence

among the witness statements,

but that is for a properly
instructed jury to resolve.

I find there is a reasonable prospect
of conviction,

and commit Nathaniel Baldwin
to trial for manslaughter.

Date to be set at a mention on Friday.

- As the court pleases.
- All rise.

Nate, do you still
maintain your innocence?

How do you feel
about your husband facing jail?

What does this mean
for your career prospects, Nate?

Hey, well done.
You did a good job.

Thanks.
It's a shame you can't run the trial.

Lucky she's not, or you'd be losing again.

I had this crazy idea
I'd sit the bar exam

when I was on maternity leave,

but my adorable two-year-old
superior had other ideas.

Well, I know what I'd prefer right now.

I take it you've got Nate in
your sights for match fixing too.

Bizarre it's taken this
to get us together again.

Aren't Christmases and birthdays for that?

In some families.

I do send cards.

Yes, your secretary's very efficient.

Well, whatever the reason,
it's great to be talking now.

You still haven't arranged
for me to meet the twins.

I'd love to get to know them properly.

I mean, what are they into?
What do they like doing?

Well, they're very keen on athletics.

You'll be happy to know that Emma's
got the zone trials this Thursday,

and Liam would have been there,
but he hurt his ankle, so...

Sports stars in the making, huh?

Well they didn't get that from you.

I'm free to meet them...

..whenever it suits you.

Are you sure you've got the time?

I mean, you must be dealing
with a lot these days.

Oh, for my grandchildren,
I'll make the time.

Call me.

You've got my number.

The NCC must be looking
at my phone records.

I can't tell you that.

You!

You bloody told me
you'd get the charges thrown out!

Actually, my precise words were,

"I will do my best
to have them thrown out."

And I could do much better if I had
your full and frank cooperation.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Rhys
and Dale told you what they saw.

I'm talking about
whatever drug Tyler was taking.

If we can show that
changed his blood profile,

and he died because of that change,
then we win.

Our supplements are above board.

You have all the paperwork
from Eddie Cooke.

I mean, we never failed a drug test.

Say we knew he had taken something,
hypothetically.

What would that mean?

Look, there's no point talking what ifs.

If Tyler took something
outside of our program,

we knew nothing about it.

OK. Well, maybe his family does.

He's obviously close with his sister.

Have you spoken to her?

After this, not a chance.

Oi! That was mine, you prick.
Give it back!

Fuck!

What are you looking at?

Youth Services said
I could get a bed here.

Good luck finding one.
The lady said there would be.

I've got all the forms I need.

Like that makes a difference.

Come on. I'll find you somewhere.

Cindi.
Pearl.

Guys, this is Pearl.

It stinks.

This can be yours.

Just keep your stuff
with you at all times.

Even when you chuck a piss.

You stay out of their way,
and they'll stay out of yours.

The drug results are in

from Wayne busting that deal
earlier - the one Shannon sold.

The lab's confirmed that they're steroids,

so not a match
for whatever Tyler Perati took.

But it does make you wonder about
Eddie's supplement program

for the Devils.

I mean, he's hardly all above board.

He wants to play warm doting grandpa.

Graham was at Nate Baldwin's committal.

We didn't discuss the reference.

He saw me
and wanted to talk about the kids.

Twenty years, almost no contact,

and he acts like he's been away
for the weekend.

Technically, you shouldn't have
even spoken to him.

I just had to see if the man
standing in front of me

was capable of ordering somebody's death.

And?

I thought I knew him.

Well, until he left.

Maybe I didn't.

And maybe I should take you home
and pour you a glass of wine.

Well, you obviously know me very well.

Making progress, I hope.

I wouldn't say I've got
the full picture yet.

I'm not that complicated.
You're not simple.

Can I take that as a compliment?

Offended if you didn't.

Where's Tyler's jersey?
The Devils' jersey. It's gone.

Yeah. It's a share house.

Now we can all share it.

You sold it for drugs?

So fuckin' what?
That was my brother's!

You psycho bitch!
What's going on?

You arsehole!

Pearl! Pearl, wait up!

If you're here to talk about
Nate Baldwin, you can forget it.

I saw the presser yesterday.

I'm sure you don't want
to lose a second case

involving a high-profile sportsman.

Then we can't be talking about Nate.

Conviction's in no doubt.

I read the committal transcripts.

I was just warming up.

The conflicting evidence
will make it very hard

to establish beyond reasonable doubt
the act was intentional.

Then why are you here?

Because neither of us look good
if this drags on.

You want a guaranteed win?
I'm happy to provide that.

Let's just tidy this up and move on.

Well, they want me to plead guilty.

To a lesser charge.

That's the offer put to me
by the head of the DPP.

Assault causing death,

it carries five years less

in terms of sentencing maximum,

and you'd avoid the stress of a trial.

Well, there goes what's left
of his career.

Nate's already on a suspended sentence.

If he pleads guilty...

You'd automatically receive the two years

the judge suspended the last time.

No way.

We should consider taking it.

And then I'd argue for no additional time,

given your obvious remorse,

and the emotional toll
of the media attention.

But he could get more,

on top of what you get
for assault causing death.

The earlier the plea, the more favourable...

I want no years!

Not twelve, not ten, not two.

I didn't kill the poor guy.
He was a teammate.

I would never do that.

You are supposed to be keeping him
out of jail, Richard.

As your counsel,
I will act as instructed.

But my strong advice
is to consider the plea bargain.

It's the best option we've got...
I'm not getting locked up!

Now, I'm instructing you to get me off.

Pax are worse off than we realised.

I already looked
into their financial affairs.

I looked further.

They've lost twelve million
in the last two years.

But he's a successful businessman.

Well, not anymore, apparently.

Uh, assure me this information was gleaned

via judicious forensic accounting...

No, I did not ask Graham,

and it's hardly something
he'd be happy to admit to anyway.

Thank you.

Winning on fixed matches
would help tidy up the bottom line.

The finances, the phone calls
to Wazim Jandaphur and Nate Baldwin.

Graham really looks like one
of the big profit-takers.

No offence - I'm just joining
the dots on what we know.

You're the analyst. You analyse.

Leave drawing the conclusions
to me, alright?

So if he was hoping
to make a lot of money fast,

it would be a huge blow
when the bet on the wide failed.

You're thinking revenge arson
on Wazim's place?

Well, it could easily be an insurance job.

So whose idea was the bet?

Time to talk to Wazim.

But you...
Can only observe.

Are you sure this is a good idea?

We've got plenty of evidence linking
Wazim Jandaphur to all the...

No, no, no.
I mean observing the hearing.

Well if I can't be present in the hearing,

then observing is my only option.

And what if Mr Jandaphur names your father

as the big boss of the betting
syndicate, as well he might?

I'm ready for that.

Are you sure?

Because it's one thing to think something,

another thing
to actually hear it being said.

I have to know.

Either way, he's my father,
and I have to know.

The day before the fire

at your investment property,

you placed a $15,000 bet

on a wide being bowled
in an A20 cricket match.

That's a lot of money.

You must have been sure of winning. How?

I don't recall the occasion.

Let me help you.

The young man who bowled the wide
has since suicided.

That has got nothing to do with me.

But it has got something to do with
the people who gave you the tip.

Who are they?
No-one gave me the tip.

I just...had a good feeling.

A good feeling you shared.

Your phone records indicate
a considerable increase

in international calls
the week before the match.

I was just ringing friends to say hello.

That wide was part of a scam
people all over the world bet on,

and all of those people, including
you, lost a lot of money.

And the day after, your house
was subject to an arson attack.

Because Ravi Hasan was renting it.

I told the police
that attack was aimed at him.

Have you got any evidence to support that?

Bigots in your community -

they look at brown people, and they
immediately assume we're terrorists.

Yeah, well, let's just sidestep
the identity politics.

It's discrimination!

Our treatment of you has nothing
to do with discrimination,

and everything to do
with your propensity to lie.

How dare you!

You gamble a lot.

It's left you in considerable debt.

We know all that, Mr Jandaphur.

Arranging a spot bet, or
being a part of one, could fix that.

Did Graham King give you the tip
or did you give it to him?

I met Graham through
his charity sports foundation.

I volunteered to help with it once
or twice, and so have my friends.

But we never once spoke about betting.

Come on - we'll be alright.
We've got each other.

I've got nowhere to go.
I'm starving.

You should have said.

I want real food.
This is real food.

Come on, let's crash.
Figure something out tomorrow.

Where? I'm not going back
to that shithole. No way.

Well, where else is there? Home?

As if. It's worse.

Come on.

I'll look out for youse.

It beats a park or a shopfront.

Nah, I'll figure something else out.

Like what?

I don't know. If you wanna go, go.

Back on your mate Hinksman?

On my way to relieve the boys now.

Anything interesting overnight?

Apparently he slept like a princess,

so I'm hoping he'll go to the pub
for an early one.

That way I can catch
the Saints take on the Spurs.

Ah, soccer.

No, football, football.
We call it football.

I'm not worried about our back four.

Last three games,
we've kept a clean sheet.

Oh, you gotta keep that sheet clean.

Yeah, yeah, exactly.

Just need to put in
the hard graft up front.

A few free kicks around their box,

capitalise on our set pieces,
and we should do it.

Then we'll be in
with a shout of silverware.

How are the other lot holding up?

What, the Spurs?

Nah, I reckon their arseholes are
twitching like a hamster's nose.

You've got no idea
what I'm talking about, have you?

Not a clue.

Right.

You might be aware that
the Pax Sports Foundation

holds regular workshops
for underprivileged youth.

The idea is to get them into sport
instead of crime.

Wazim Jandaphur
helped me organise a clinic...

What's this?

He rang last night,
said he had new evidence.

It was a terrific day.

You came here especially to tell us

that you and Mr Jandaphur
held a successful sports clinic?

I thought you might suspect that our
phone activity was something else,

especially after the fire
at his house a few weeks ago.

So I just wanted
to set the record straight.

Why would you assume
we were monitoring your phone?

Well, you've looked at
my financial arrangements

and my business affairs -

why not my phone records?

That's very much the impression
I was left with.

The only person he could
get an impression from

about our investigation is you.

I told him nothing.

He guessed we were looking at his phone.

He asked me point blank if we were.
I said I couldn't say anything.

Well, if he wasn't 100% sure before,
he is now.

Everything he said in there could
have been a giant smoke screen.

That's a possibility with any witness.

It's compromised his evidence,

and therefore our progress
on this reference.

What, so a self-serving narcissist
suddenly gets a bout of goodwill?

I mean, that fact alone
compromises his evidence.

It's your job to see that.

And it's your job
to have nothing to do with him.

Your ethical wall just came crashing down.

What was I meant to do?

He's still my father,

and we haven't had a proper
conversation since I was 17, so...

Nor can you have a proper
conversation with him now,

until he's either cleared or convicted.

He wants a relationship with the twins.

Oh, well!
At best, his timing's problematic.

And at worst?
Strategic!

Yeah, well, it was a lot easier
when he wasn't around.

Well, as the evidence is forming

an increasingly compelling case
against him,

you're to stay in here,

provide legal counsel and no more.

Hazelnut's on the move.

You gave Shannon a codename?

The side effect of steroids is
it shrinks your balls.

If he goes back to the gym,

next week I'll be calling him
lemon pip, then sesame seed.

What's the update, Wayne?

He flogged off all the roids
at another gym, then drove off.

Must be loaded with cash now.

Let's see where he leads us.

I need a Title search. 87 to 89
Newlander Avenue, St Peters.

He's going inside.

But I can't take a closer look.

They have too many security cameras.

Who owns it?

Well, it's registered

to a Miss Veronica Hinksman.

Shannon's sister.

Form?

Uh, it's clean as on paper.

Ah, wait, he's coming back out.

Carrying an envelope.

He's on the move again.

OK, he's heading to the Rams Tavern,
Livermore Street.

Could be a drop. Head inside,
but keep your distance.

Not my first rodeo, champ.

Other than my father calling
the man who visited Clay Nelson,

what have we got actually connecting
him to the betting syndicate?

Um, can we have this conversation?

Well, if I knew
how implicated he really was,

I could answer that question.

Pax's finances doesn't directly link him.

We've got phone contact
with Nate, Darren Faulkes, Wazim.

That charity sports clinic for the dis...

Shh, shh.

..that charity sports clinic

for the disadvantaged kids, that happened.

Wazim was there, like Graham said.
It's just...

Um...

Go on.

I know I'm not completely objective,

but I would like to know your verdict.

He's so connected to so many people
in the betting syndicate -

not that that makes him a murderer.

Well, if he's a major profit-taker,

he's got blood on his hands by default.

Who else was at that charity day?

Other than Graham, Wazim,

Pakistani cricketers,
and disadvantaged kids?

Look into it.

Nate's wife, Lucy -

she's got a betting account.

Maybe she could identify Graham
as the boss.

You know what's weird about her?
She doesn't have a bank account.

Not even a his and hers with hubby.
No credit card, either.

So all her financial transactions
are untraceable.

It's a good way to bury any links to
a betting syndicate.

We need to see her.

But if we're not meant
to be having this chat,

and we're going to be
asking about Graham, how...

Just say it's your idea.

Have you ever loaned your driver's licence

or other ID to a friend to pay a bill,

or pick up something from the post office?

No. Nate always handled our financials.

So he opened the betting account.

Just tell her we know that.

Is this your birth certificate?

Yes.

Did you set up this Freedom Bet account?

No.

It's in your maiden name, Mrs
Baldwin - attached to your ID.

Well, I never set it up. Someone
must have got hold of my details.

Someone like your husband,

who had his own account cancelled

four days before yours was opened,

and who transfers $5,000
into the betting account

in your name every week?

What? I never knew anything about this.

Throw some names at her.
See how she reacts.

That's a lot of money.

You must have been getting good tips
from somewhere.

Like Graham King?

We know Nate calls him a lot.

Well, yes, he's a sponsor.

Nate does a lot of charity work for him.

It'd explain Nate's loyalty to the
Devils with this cheeky side-earn.

His loyalty has nothing
to do with betting.

Nate wasn't even going to sign with them

until Maxine negotiated
a coaching position on retirement.

Look, his reputation's on the rocks.

He's got very little option,

so he had to make sure

that he was getting the best deal
from the Devils.

Graham King might have recommended
him for coaching. I don't know.

Ask when that was.

Did you ever hear him
discuss betting tips with anyone?

Only the entire team.
Those boys'd bet on anything.

What about the sponsorship money
from Continuum? Where did that go?

Go back to the contract.
It's important.

Any idea?

That's important.

Has Janet ever talked
about her father with you?

What happened between them?

No idea.

She's only ever mentioned him
once or twice

the whole time I've known her.

I thought she would have told you
of all people.

Ah, some things are off limits,
even to Uncle Tony.

I keep waiting for the axe
to fall in every hearing.

"Yes, it's Graham King.

"He's behind all this,
the major profit taker."

Well, I'm sure
Janet feels exactly the same.

How does she cope with that?

When in danger of looking
vulnerable, internalise.

Wouldn't it be easier
to share it with someone?

Not until she knows the truth.

And depending on what that is,
maybe never.

Hey, Emma.
How you feeling? Bit nervous?

Mmm...

Don't worry -
we all get a bit nervous.

Just use those nerves
to get really determined.

We'll be proud whatever happens.

Zoe knows what she's
talking about, alright?

It'll be your turn next, Liam!

Ah, when the boot comes off,
there'll be no stopping him.

Isn't that right, Liam?
Yeah.

Shit.

I did NOT invite him.

Regardless, he's here.

Well, he was going on
about meeting the twins,

and I mentioned the zone carnival today.

I...I can't tell him to go away.

How am I going to explain that
to the twins?

"Remember that man at the park
that Uncle Tony sent away?

"He's your grandfather."

Just be careful.
Yes, of course.

It's Tony, isn't it?

And Sergeant Grieve.

Who's that?

What supportive colleagues
Janet has.

The plan was that I would contact
you about meeting the twins.

Ah, Emma, Liam,

you wouldn't remember meeting my father.

This is Graham.

You were only babies
the last time I saw you,

but I'm very pleased
to meet you again, Emma and Liam.

Hi.
Hi.

Hello.

I've got something for both of you.

Since you're so interested in athletics,

you need the best shot at it.

Gift vouchers.
That's very thoughtful.

What do you say?

Thank you.
Thank you.

Make sure your mum buys you
some top-of-the-line runners.

They're brand-new, actually, so um ...

They need the best to be the best.

- They are the best.
- Long jump, final call.

Alright, that's you, sweetheart.

You're being called. Come on.

Can you stay?

Show 'em how it's done, Em!

- Thanks, Uncle Tony!
- Good luck, Emma.

Have you got children here too?

Only the twins.

Come on, Liam -
let's go cheer your sister on.

Ah, Janet's had quite
the rise in the legal world,

and I'm guessing
you're the mentor to thank.

No, thanks - all her own work.

I've looked out for her. Still do.

Given her job and how
you currently figure in that...

..it'd help to keep your distance.

If you think I'm exploiting
my daughter and grandchildren

because of that...

..you're so wrong.

Go, Emma!

- Let's go, Emma!
- Come on, Em.

Come on, Emma. Come on!

Yes!

It's a foul.

What? No, it wasn't.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. She overstepped.

That was huge, Emma!

The footprint.

Well, they...
They didn't call it, so...

You should tell them. It's cheating.

Not deliberately.

Play fair to win fair.
That's what sport's all about.

Great effort, Emma. Well done!

Do you think
I should have said something

to the Tiny Track official,

or whatever they're called at long jumps?

You're not still worrying about that?

I hate the way Graham does this.

Gets to you?
No, he spoils the win.

He used to do it when I was a kid.

I remember at school,
I was in the debating team,

and we'd made the final.

I had to go to the staff room to ask
about homework or something,

and I accidentally overhead them
mention the debate question.

Lucky you.

It was an accident, and only gave us
a few hours advantage,

but Graham said I had to pull out,
find a replacement.

But, you know, it was the finals.

There wasn't anyone,
and I couldn't let everyone down.

And obviously you won, and he...?

Well, he never said anything,
but the way he withdrew, I knew.

That's how I always knew.

He'd stop being there for me -
until the day he actually wasn't.

I must have been a huge
disappointment to him by then.

It hardly seems like such a big deal,

especially seeing
it wasn't a deliberate cheat.

It was the principle.

My father has always been
totally uncompromising.

So he's not perfect.

You still turned out alright.

Hey.
Hey.

How's the manslaughter trial going?

Oh, it'd be going a whole lot better
if I could find a teenage girl

who knows what I hope she knows.

Nobody's that hard to find these days.

This one is.

She's a teenager.
They're always on the phone.

Pearl. Pearl Perati?

Have you got a moment?

Who's asking?

Richard Stirling.

Can I firstly say how terribly sorry
I am for your loss.

I've seen you before.

Let me go!

I'm Nate Baldwin's barrister.

Like shit I'm talking to you!

No time to wash these days?

That was Pearl Perati.

You've met her, haven't you?

Only in passing. Why?

I know you're looking into Tyler's death,

and whether there were drugs involved.

The club said you'd asked about that...

I can't discuss this reference
with you, Richard.

It could break causation for Nate,

so if you know anything,
I need to hear it.

I thought Pearl could help,
but all I got was ...

..unless you want to try with her?

She may well react like that to me.
I'm rather fond of this outfit.

Well, you do have the distinct advantage

of not being
Nate Baldwin's defence barrister.

So, are we running the same race?

I'd need a copy of Nate's contract
with the Devils.

Why?

Secret NCC business.

I don't suppose there's any point me
arguing client confidentiality.

Not when I can get a subpoena.

Come on -
let's not faff around, alright?

I help you if you...
I'll have it sent over.

Is this the address
Richard gave you?

Yep. Must be a friend of the family's.

Hi, I'm Janet King. I met you
the other day at your mother's.

This is Bianca Grieve.

We're with the National Crime Commission.

I'm a sergeant with the Federal Police.

You're not in trouble.

Who is it, babe?

Oh, hello.

It's Flynn, isn't it?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You were down at
the clinic the other day.

Yeah, that's right.

Is there something else
I can help you with, or...

Actually, we're here to talk to Pearl.

Oh. You all good?

Yep.
Yeah.

Come on.

Was it possible your brother took
something to boost his performance?

Nuh. No way.
Ty was beyond committed.

So you never saw him with any pills,
liquids, anything like that?

He wouldn't have done anything
to stop him making first grade.

Did your brother hang out
with Flynn much, outside of work?

Maybe. I don't know.

What about you?

Are you staying here now?

Yeah, just till I can get my own place.

Gotta wait till I'm 16.

Does your mum know you're here?

Nuh. She's too drunk to care.

Are you alright? 'Cause you know
we can help you...

I'm fine.

OK.
Got food, and wi-fi.

It's none of your fucking business.

She's 15.
I know. He's a creep.

It's horrendous.

But legally, what did we actually see?

An illegal relationship
between a sicko and a child.

Flynn pulling on his pants isn't evidence,

nor is him touching her arm.

I mean, he's given her a place to stay...

As long as she has sex with him.

But we can't prove that to a court.

All we can do is find another reason
to see her again,

try and get her to make a statement.

Bonnie, we need a full background
on Flynn Pearce.

He's the assistant at Continuum Therapy.

I got this on Shannon Hinksman.

Rams Tavern.

Drinks exactly four rum and cokes,

speaks to exactly no-one,
goes outside and guess what?

The car is gone.

Stolen?

No, and he didn't seem surprised.

Just hopped into a taxi and went home.

And the car he left behind is
registered to Pax Car Rentals,

Graham King's company.

That can't be a coincidence.

So I got the GPS on the Pax car.

Went to Nate Baldwin's house.

Did Lucy or Nate get in?

I think that's doubtful because the
car went straight to the Pax depot.

What about their records?
Whose name was it hired in?

It was fake. And guess what?

The same fake name that's
on one of the betting accounts.

Could be a drop of Eddie's new supplement,

which is stored at that warehouse
in St Peters,

to the Devils, care of Shannon Hinksman.

They use a Pax car so that no-one
can be connected to the delivery.

So why did Hinksman get out halfway there?

Well maybe he supervises
the pick-up, but not the drop-off.

Can't be trusted with the new juice.

So who drove the rest of the way?

And who organised the whole delivery?

We need to get inside that warehouse.

Well, surely there'll be cameras inside.

We can disable remotely.

Loop the footage so they see

the previous five minutes
until you're out.

Where do you feds get this stuff from?

Starts at the FBI, then ASIO, then us.

Right then.

Payday.

Cash, burner phones, but no drugs.

OK, so someone took the cash
from the warehouse to Nate Baldwin's.

Who has a betting account with
the syndicate in his wife's name.

I just found something else
linking Graham to those accounts.

Ah, Janet, can I...
No, I need to hear this.

I looked into who else was at the
Pax Sports Foundation Charity Day

with the kids,

like you said.

All the real people claimed ignorance,

so I analysed their jobs and addresses

to see if there were any patterns.

Fail.

But one variable I didn't use
was volunteer positions.

They were all at
the charity sports day helping out.

Those volunteers

were also the first four accounts
opened in the betting syndicate.

So Graham asked them to set up accounts,

or flogged their details.

Either way,
makes him look like the originator.

Also, we just picked this up
from Nate Baldwin's phone.

I didn't know what was up.
Had to call Graham.

Ah, it won't happen again.

You sure we're right for next time,
with everything going on?

Yeah, don't worry.
Nothing's changed.

Play it again.

I didn't know what was up.
I had to call Graham.

Ah, it won't happen again.

You sure we're right for next time,
with everything going on?

Yeah, don't worry.
Nothing's changed.

That's the voice of the man
who visited Clay Nelson.

And Nate can tell us who he is.

No, let's go straight to the top.

If Nate's calling Graham
when he's worried,

either Graham is Mr Big,

or he can tell us who is.

Yes?

The hearing's about to start.

I know.

Whatever happens...

..well, you know I'm here for you.

For all his faults, Graham's
not a match fixer or a cheat.

At least not after the whistle blows.

I think there's another explanation
for what he's done.

Lucy said Nate almost didn't sign
with the Devils.

Until Maxine negotiated
a coaching position on retirement.

His reputation's on the rocks,

he's got very little option,

so he has to make sure that he got
the best deal out of the Devils.

So the Devils had
to find a way to keep him

and, yes, as a major sponsor,
Graham had a stake in that.

But look at the spike
in these phone calls.

From Graham's phone to Darren and Nate.

It's in the same week
Nate was negotiating his contract.

Darren Faulkes, a known supporter
of the Devils Football Club...

Uh, Richard, this is Darren.

Richard's a lawyer,
Darren's in concrete.

Concrete?

Yeah, specialise in boots.
Kidding, mate. I'm in construction.

Not short of cash
and loves pocketing favours.

Keep two for yourself.

I think Graham asked him
to help get Nate over the line,

and I'm not talking
about scoring a coaching gig.

You mean to say you deliberately
arranged extra payments

outside the salary cap?

No, that's all. No bets, no fixes.

We just wanted Nate.

He was paid in instalments.

Darren didn't want to invest 100% up-front

in case Nate did something stupid,
like get the sack.

Who was the bagman?
Who made sure Nate got the payment?

We know that this is Shannon Hinksman.

He picks up the cash from the
warehouse in his sister's name.

But rather than risking
a high-profile footballer

being photographed with a criminal,

he leaves it in the hire car.

And someone else picks it up
to do the handover.

And the cash lands
at Nate Baldwin's house.

So who's the man who visited Clay,
who we heard with Nate?

No idea.

Well, he certainly knows you.

I didn't know what
was up. I had to call Graham.

It won't happen again.

I didn't know what was up.
I had to call Graham.

It won't happen again.

Who is that man?

I don't know.

Darren handled the logistics,

but he wanted everything
kept at arm's length,

so I was Nate's contact.

He rang up complaining once
that the drop hadn't arrived,

so I rang Darren,

Darren gave me a number,

said, "Sort it out with him."

Well, whose number was that?

He didn't give me a name,
and the guy never answered.

I will admit I bent the rules

to keep a star player in the right club.

But that's just...levelling
the playing field.

Everyone does it.

What about performance-enhancing drugs?

Is that "levelling the playing field" too?

How the Devils play, train,
what they eat, that's their job.

But I would never interfere
in the course of a game.

I don't...gamble or fix matches.

And he's always stuck by that code,

as far back as me debating at school.

When it comes to what he believes in,

his own set of principles, my father...

..he's utterly intractable.

Unlike his daughter.

I'll ask you one last time, Mr King.

Are you absolutely sure

you can give us no information
about the man you called?

Look, I know you've got my phone
records. Why don't you check?

I phoned once, we never spoke.

I don't know who he is.

I ordered the CCTV
from all the petrol stations

in a ten-kilometre radius
from Wazim's house,

looking for anyone buying matches,
a candle, a gas bottle.

It was labour-intensive and boring, but...

This is right before the time of the fire,

from a petrol station two minutes away.

That's who set fire to Wazim's house?

Has to be.

Who are you?

I hope this is the end
of the NCC examinations.

I mean, breaching salary caps is
hardly your frame of reference.

You should have been honest about it
the first time you came in.

They asked me about match fixing.
It was irrelevant.

You break the rules, you can't be
surprised by the consequences.

This doesn't have to go beyond
the NCC, does it?

I mean, if Nate goes to
jail, it's a non-issue.

If not...well,
I haven't broken any laws.

We have to report this
to the Australian Power League,

or we could appear compromised.

Oh...well, if there's one thing
I've done right,

it's teach my daughter
the meaning of integrity.

It's Graham.
I had to tell them about Nate.

Just the salary cap.

Yeah, I'm well aware of that.
I had no choice.

Just thought you should know.

Well, of course I should!
Thanks for the update.

Shit!

And I take it you've heard about the
new Crown you'll be opposing?

I heard there's been...
there's been a change?

Yes.
Who?

Well, at the moment the only
way I'm going to stay outside

is if I get hold of that drug.

What if I got it?

So cut the crap and give me
what you're giving them.

One bottle, twenty grand, cash.

You're fucking dead, Mr Pearce.

No, fuck off! It wasn't like that!

You can't say that shit to me!

I am the one who dictates
the direction of it, not you.

You have just put all of that in jeopardy!

Help, somebody! Help us!