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I know you're looking into Tyler's death

and whether there were drugs involved.

The club said you are.

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 find there is a reasonable
prospect of conviction

and commit Nathaniel Baldwin
to trial for manslaughter.

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

I'm not getting locked up!

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

Cindi.

Pearl.

Where's Tyler's jersey?

The Devils' jersey, it's gone.

Yeah...
That was my brother's!

You psycho bitch!

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

Well, where else is there. Home?

As if.

I'll figure something else out.

Hello.
Hi.

Flynn, isn't it?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

She's 15.
I know, he's a creep.

You all good?
Yeah.

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?

You mean to say you deliberately
arranged extra payments

outside the salary cap?

That's all. No bets, no fixes.

We just wanted Nate.

I had to tell them about Nate,
just the salary cap.

Shit.

I've been informed that the APL
has a report

alleging that the Northern
Devils Football Club

was involved in breaching their salary cap

to induce Nate Baldwin to re-sign.

I merely wish to confirm
there is no direct evidence

linking Pax Car Rentals
to this allegation,

and I'm confident that any investigation...

Great fucking timing!

Fuck this.

As sponsors, we are not privy

to any of the financial arrangements

the club may enter into
with any of its players.

How can he get away with that?

Uh, well, he's choosing
his words very carefully.

I mean, the deal was verbal.

Pax itself was never mentioned

and he's fighting to
keep that company afloat.

But he made a statement.

Well, it depends how much
of that statement

we did or didn't pass on to the APL.

And, as I'm sure you can imagine,

most of Mr King's evidence
had to remain confidential

in order for us
to conduct our investigation.

So those transcripts...

Were considerably redacted for security...

..security...
..purposes.

I don't want us giving him any favours.

"Ah, thank you, Tony."
"Don't mention it, Janet."

Well, why are you helping him?
He's not your father.

No, but he's still yours.

You going to call Richard Stirling
about a deal with Nate?

What? No.

No?

He'd do anything to stop his client

facing a jury right now, wouldn't he?

Thug and salary cheat,

all over every news feed,
and we need Nate talking.

Thank you.
We heard the man who forced

Clay Nelson to kill himself
inside his house.

Which is why my position will be
stronger when Richard calls me.

What if he doesn't?
Well, we'll see, right?

Anything else?

Yeah, I went to a Gender Equality
in the Public Service breakfast

this morning.

Owen Mitchell was telling us
how he'd single-handedly

raised the ratio of women at the DPP.

I thought that'd get your attention.

Anyway, we got talking

and he said there was a change
in prosecutors

for the Baldwin trial.

And who is it now?

I thought you had a good
relationship with the press?

Darling, if this was just dirt
on the floor

I could sweep it under the rug.

But unfortunately, the whole
bloody house is on fire.

Well, it does make an acquittal
even more difficult.

You do realise that?
Of course I do!

God, how did this become so hard?

What?
Getting Nate into retirement.

His last year at the club.
Well, ask Graham King.

I mean, why invest all that money

and then hang the club
and its star player out to dry?

OK, right now we just need
to focus on getting Nate cleared.

That's the main game right now.
What are you doing?

Focusing.

Janet. Hi.

Please, it's a simple question.

Have you identified the drug Tyler
was taking before he was killed?

Is your client willing
to tell us the name of the man

who gave him an envelope of cash
the other day,

and everything he knows
about match-fixing and gambling?

He might, if he was sure
it meant he'd avoid jail.

It's the only chance he has.

No trial is a foregone conclusion,
Janet, you know that.

And without the drug,
you have little defence.

We both know that too.

So, time's ticking.

Why don't you go and advise your client

how to stay out of jail, alright?

When he talks, we'll act.

Oh, and I take it
you've heard about the new Crown

you'll be opposing?

You've done an excellent job on the brief.

It's so strong,
a three-legged dog could win it.

Woof.

Lina, if it was at all possible
for you to run it, you would be.

And I'll definitely make sure
you get all due credit

when the time comes.

Owen!

Hi. Sorry, Lina.

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

Yes.

- Who?
- Guess.

What?

Richard! How good's this, eh?

Mate against mate.

Ben McMahon.

Yep! Former colleagues going toe to toe.

Should be fun, right?

Play nice, kids.

So, you've had quite the rise.
So have you.

Ah, well, mostly luck.

You know, sheer arse, really.

But you - keep seeing you pop up
everywhere, hmm?

Nate Baldwin must be quite the cash cow.

He asked me to represent him,
I agreed. Simple as that.

Yeah, hey.

Hey, not your fault that you do your job,

he gets off and reoffends,
needs your help again, right?

Of course, you know, that wouldn't happen

if the prosecution did their job properly.

Are you including yourself
in that assessment?

Well, he's certainly not including me.

Yeah, we probably shouldn't be
discussing Nate.

You're absolutely right,

especially when everyone else
is discussing it.

Doesn't exactly make it easy, right?

Ben!
What? It's just a sledge.

I'll have you know,

sledging is a time-honoured
tradition in Australian sport.

He can take it. Let's get a coffee.

If we track down
the arsonist, he'll probably talk,

giving us one of two results -

A, he's a free agent hired by Wazim,

or B, he's working for
the betting syndicate.

What would you put those odds at?
An even 50-50.

A 50% chance of getting
inside the betting network.

It's still a 50% chance
it'll give us nothing.

Well, what's the current plan?

Wait for Nate Baldwin to agree to a deal

based on finding a drug
we don't know the whereabouts of.

Which we may or may not get in time
for it to be of any use.

Sounded better when Janet said it.

That's one, two, three
indeterminate variables,

and the issue there's obvious.

So in terms of probability,

the arsonist lead is more likely
to give us a favourable outcome

than the drug.

Yeah, that actually makes a lot of sense.

It's just basic probability analysis.

You should pitch it to Janet.

We don't need to cut deals.

Hey, whatever keeps me out of jail.
Now the sponsor's dumped me in it.

You can't talk to the NCC.

Do you want to see me go down?
No.

Well, at the moment, the only way

I'm going to stay outside is if
I get hold of that drug, right?

Yes.
And the only chance I've got

to get that drug
is if I talk to 'em, right?

Well, I don't see any other way,

but I'm not totally sure
they can get it either.

So where does that leave us,
with Nate going to jail?

That's not happening.
What if I got it?

Shit.

Could she get it?

That's the answer, isn't it?

You see, if I get the drug,

he stays out of jail,
doesn't have to talk to anyone.

That's problem solved.

Are you sure you can find it?

You worry about your job, Richard,
and I'll worry about mine.

OK, we need to track Maxine's phone.

Can I also remind people
about the arsonist...

Later! Just track Maxine, alright?

You think she can get it?

Hard to tell.

Could just be Maxine shit-talk.
That is her job.

If she knew exactly where to
find it, she'd already have it.

But she knows Eddie Cooke

was behind the supplement program
for the Devils, like we do.

I bet that's where she's going.

She's wasting her time.

We searched every inch of
Continuum and came up empty.

True, but if that drug underpinned
the bet on the Devils,

it has to be somewhere.

It's too valuable to completely destroy.

But would Eddie just hand over
a secret drug to a sports agent?

No, he's going to want to avoid any link

between him and the drug.

That'd just kill his business completely.

He's going to want a lot of
assurances about anonymity, etc.,

before he thinks about
handing it over to anyone.

But he might, eventually,
to stop Nate talking.

Unless we can convince him
to hand it to one of us first.

Well, not one of us, obviously.

No, somebody he thinks has
absolutely nothing to do with us,

like an undercover agent who goes in there

as an elite athlete in need of help.

Going to need a pretty good
undercover cop to pull that off.

OK, is she? She's going
to Eddie's, isn't she?

Looks like it.

OK, I think he keeps it off-site.

We need to watch these two,
see where they go after this.

Eddie, please.

Now what's better for you?

Nate in jail, desperate to cut a deal,

or Nate at home, free as a bird?

I don't know what Tyler took.

I do. He did what he was told.

He followed the club rules to the letter

because he needed that contract.

He wouldn't have done anything
to jeopardise that.

So whatever he took, he got here.
I know the sports world, Eddie.

You see a lot of people,
they tell me a lot of things,

not least my 42 clients,
but especially the five Devils.

I'm in the know, you got that?

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

There's none left.
That's bullshit.

What, a drug that good, that gets
the Devils into the semis?

As if you'd run out of that.

We'd get supplied when there was a demand,

but with Tyler's death
and the NCC strangling us,

that demand is gone.

I don't have any left.

Well, get some more.

OK.

I will ask my supplier,
but I can't guarantee anything.

I'll see you tomorrow.

I'll be back, Eddie.

Hello. Where are they?

Liam's at the sausage sizzle,
and Em's at the 70 metre start.

OK, great.
Have you spoken to Zoe yet?

Good luck.

Tom, take your mark back,
then fast at the bar!

Hey, Zoe.

And drive the knee up! Hey, Janet.
Hey, how's Emma?

Great. Yeah, she's loving it.

Liam was too, but his ankle's
still not better, so...

Don't talk to me about injuries.
Greta tore her quad last week.

Oh, no, that girl you were coaching?

Six weeks out from Worlds,
ranked number two.

Last week, she's looking at a medal,

now we're not even sure
if she's going to make it.

That must be heartbreaking for her.

Well, yeah.

When you give up six years,
stop working, count every calorie.

But I suppose in Liam's world,

if he can't run at Zone,
I feel sorry for him too.

Oh, don't feel sorry for him.

He's only upset because I wouldn't
give him a day off school.

Um, but, look, I was hoping
to have a chat,

because I'm kind of involved
with sport at the moment,

in a funny sort of way,

and given who you are and what you do,

I was hoping to pick your brains.

Alright, we should grab a drink.
You deserve champers.

You nailed that brief.

Do you remember how much we used to
struggle with summaries?

Oh, yeah, practice makes perfect,
I guess.

No, I really shouldn't.
I've got to head back and...

Oh, come on, come on. The bar's
just around the corner, isn't it?

Andy's got the kid, right?
Amal, yes.

That's a beautiful name.
Oh, thanks.

Hey, check this.

Oh!
That's my wife, Bella.

Oh, yeah, we've all seen Bella.
And that's Remy.

Gorgeous.

I just wish I got to
see them more, to be honest.

But I do most of my prep at night,

you know, start mapping out
my opening addresses,

marking up witness statements,
lines of interrogation...

You've got a two-year-old
and you get all that done at night?

I'm doing well if I brush my teeth.

Well, Bella hasn't gone back to work,

so she does most of the hard
yards with Remy, you know?

Yeah.

I'm like a "cuddle
and kiss goodnight" Dad.

I so need a wife.

No, I'd do more.
I wasn't criticising.

No, I'm not defending,
I mean it.

I... I wish I could do more.

I thought you weren't going
to lift a finger

unless Nate started talking.

Well, things changed.
Other information came to light.

But I need an assurance when
we find this drug, Nate will talk.

So that was just a bluff before.
You don't have it.

And if you do find material evidence

in a manslaughter trial,
you'll have to hand it over anyway.

Well, things do disappear
from evidence rooms

from time to time.

We think we can
keep your client out of jail.

Your job is to buy us the time

so we can wrap this up
to everyone's satisfaction,

without a trial actually starting.

Richard! How are you, mate?

Janet?
Hello, Ben.

Wow!

What's it been, like, four or five years?

Yeah, something like that.
You look great.

Thank you, and I hear you're, um...married.

Yes, yes.

Yeah, got all responsible.
Settled down.

The Premier's daughter?

So, isn't it more accurate
to say she settled down,

you settled up?

I'm joking. I'm sure
there's a lot of love there.

Yeah.

Hey, I was sorry to hear about Ash.
That must have been terrible.

Thank you, yes.

But hey, look how far
we've all come, right?

NCC Examiner, barrister, barrister...

Future Nobel Laureate.

Currently, mother.
Toughest job you'll ever have.

Stay in touch, huh?
Yep.

It was good to see you, Ben.
Yeah, likewise. See you, Janet.

Yep.

I should go too.
Oh!

You've gotta be kidding me.
You're having a drink with me.

After the trial might be more
appropriate, don't you think?

Let's cross swords first
and then once it's all done,

we can catch up after that.
Cross swords?

What sword's he got?
What sword do you have, seriously?

I mean, I couldn't even find a tooth-pick

in the facts that I read.

I'm surprised you're not pleading guilty.

One more. Come on, my shout.

And we won't mention
the case again, will we?

Oh, never.

So, you look nervous.
I'm not nervous.

You're not nervous?
Shit, I'd be nervous.

I'd be sweating
more than a gypsy with a mortgage,

to be honest with you.

I mean, who'd wanna be you right now?

Seriously, major trial,

in the public spotlight,
up against this one.

With no defence.
You got enough underwear?

Pssh, right?

You're so easy to stir.
Come on, sit down.

I'll see you later.

So you know Zoe DiCosta?

Oh, I've only met her a couple of times.

Our kids go to Tiny Track together.

Oh, wow. Have you actually
seen her gold medal race?

No, but I should look that up.

She attacked about 6K out,

putting about 30 seconds
between her and the peloton.

Couple of chasers went after her,
but she fended them off.

She was battling a really nasty headwind

for the last kay and a half too,

so, yeah, it was a really,
really gutsy ride.

Sounds impressive.

Yeah, it was,

especially as the Spaniard
who took the bronze

got done for doping two years later.

Really?

Yeah, see, PEDs give you
that extra 1% edge,

but it doesn't mean much

without putting in
the 99% hard work first.

Zoe was just mentally tougher.

You've got a similar grunt.

Oh, I wasn't aware I grunted.

Oh, no, no, no, it's a good thing.
Like...like ticker.

Or hunger.

- Pluck?
- Zoe's here.

Great.

We know the man running
this sports medicine clinic

has used a supplement unknown to ASADA.

The question is, what does
an undercover cop have to do and say

to make him believe

they are genuinely from
the world of elite sport

and then, how to ask
for some of this substance?

It's not on the banned list?

No.

What does it do?

Well, we think it speeds up
recovery, aids endurance.

God, if it was legal,
I'd be queuing up for it now.

Greta'd kill her grandmother
to get her hands on the stuff.

Greta?
It's one of Zoe's cyclists.

She's a total freak of nature.

VO2 touching 70, threshold 242
and a monster TSS.

What?
Training Stress Score.

It's sort of a number
that rates your workout.

But unfortunately, she's injured
at the moment, right?

Getting over a torn quad,

so her normalised power's
still down about 5% to 8%,

and Worlds are just around the corner.

So, it's a race against time.

Is it ever. I think
we've seen about 11 doctors,

tried just about everything.

At this point,
if they said, "Take arsenic,"

she probably would.

And risk death?

If it would fix her, probably worth it.

That's the way Greta's thinking.

All those sacrifices. It's...

Well, yeah.

If I told her I could get her
something not on the banned list

that could get her to Worlds,
she'd beg me for it.

Now, we should get all this down
for the cop

so that they sound like
they've got the right shorthand

and describe exactly what
they're looking for, sound genuine.

Sure.

I mean, it would also really help
if whoever we choose

has a background in sport.

You know any former footballers,
basketballers,

someone like that on the force?

So, you've got no idea what this stuff is?

None.

Just say, for example...
just say I was asking for it,

I wouldn't be asking
for a banned substance, right?

No-one's going to suggest that you...

Well, hang on a second.

Let's just think about it for a minute.

I mean, OK, let's say that you...

You never met us,
but you'd heard that this guy,

Eddie Cooke,
he'd been getting great results

and his athletes
were passing all the tests.

I'd want to know what
it was and where I could get it.

OK, let's say he just gave you
something in a bottle.

Even when I was racing,

you're mad to take whatever
anyone gives you,

but you can't be on your guard
the whole time.

No, so you would
just take it somewhere first,

to find out exactly what it was.

If I didn't know what it was,
totally, yeah.

I'd have to, for my own reputation.

Right.
I'd happily do that.

I mean, I haven't asked for anything
I knew is banned,

and if it should be

and we end up
catching a drug cheat, great.

And if it turned out that it
actually did help with recovery,

wasn't performance enhancing...

I'd use it.

OK, so let's do it.

Hang on, Janet. There are procedures
and protocols. We can't...

I wasn't here.

I didn't know any of this was happening.

I told you, there's none left.

Your inaction will mean

that Nate Baldwin's going to talk
to the Crime Commission,

which can't happen, as you well know.

We both have reputations to uphold.

I got it from my supplier,

Flynn and I administered it
and now it's all gone.

There's nothing I can do.

You're as useless as
a shit-flavoured lollipop, Eddie.

Recording.
OK.

Zoe DiCosta.
It's a pleasure to meet you.

- Doctor Cooke.
- Eddie, please.

Welcome to Continuum.

Bonnie. You need to stay on Maxine.
On it.

What brings you here?
Can I show you around?

I've heard good things, and I need help.

Wondered if you might be able to.

I hope so.

So, what's the problem?

Not sure if you know,
but I'm coaching Greta Beckett.

Yeah, yeah. Time triallist.
Individual pursuit. I know.

She tore her quad last week.

Medialis?
Femoris. Grade two.

And when are the Worlds?

Six weeks, but if she takes
three or four weeks off to recover,

her power will drop, and even
down 4 or 5 watts, that's...

First to third.
Or fourth or even fifth.

We really need a fast recovery.

She's been good with icing? Compression?

Yeah. On top of that.
Janet?

We managed it well in
the beginning, it's just now.

She's got to give herself time

to get her threshold back up over 240.

But all the physios are saying

another fortnight before
she can pedal, and Greta's like,

"Get me back on the bike now."

Then we heard about you, the miracle man.

Have you tried PRPs?

The plasma injections?
Are they really that good?

They certainly help.
Full recovery?

She'll take anything, Eddie.

Well, obviously nothing
on the banned list.

She still gets out-of-competition tested,

but if there's anything else.

Please.

She's given up her life for this.
You know what athletes are like.

I'm sorry, but there's
not much else I can offer.

Come on, Zoe. Come on.

Think of something.

Eddie, if you help Greta win,
it'll be your victory too.

And in front of the whole media,
I promise,

you will get the credit you deserve.

You will be the man who got
her back to the starting line,

and everyone in the world will know it.

OK. If I can help,
I'll give you a call tomorrow.

She's good.

Mm, they always said
she was tough to race.

No, it's all gone.

Once Tyler died and we found
there was something weird

about his blood, we binned it all.

I know how you hang out with the stars,

their girlfriends, whoever.

And they let you.

Not because you're the fun guy,
but because you sell them fun.

Whatever they want, you've got.

Now a drug that gets the Devils
from last to fourth,

there's got to be
other buyers for that, right?

What's your offer?
So, you mean you do have it?

One bottle, 20 grand. Cash.

You've got to be kidding me.

Oh, but it's incredible stuff.

That's the price.
Take it or leave it.

Alright, I'll take it.

You're a fuckin' little shit.
You're gonna regret this.

You gettin' 20,000 off her?

Can you loan me a grand?
Oh, yeah, right.

No, I'm serious.
It's to bail my friend Cindi out.

She really needs it.

You staying at home tonight?

Yeah.
Yeah?

Yeah.

Mr Stirling,

what is your argument for having
this trial not proceed?

Your Honour, the negative publicity

surrounding my client's case
and his reputation is enormous.

It is inconceivable
he can receive a fair trial

in the current environment.

And in support of this submission?

Well, yes, Your Honour.

There is considerable evidence
from many internet sites

that I wish to present to the court.

Your Honour, do we really need
to hear all of it?

Social media is not new,
Mr Stirling,

and the legal system has managed
to operate successfully

since its inception.

I appreciate that, Your Honour,

but the wealth of supporting material

forms a compelling basis
for my submission.

Your Honour, Nate Baldwin
is a very public sports figure.

It would be almost impossible
to find a juror

in the entire state
who had never heard of him.

Indeed, yes.
Even I have heard of him.

Meaning recent coverage

is unlikely to have altered
anyone's opinion of him.

If cases are to be thrown out

on the basis that social media
creates unfair trials,

well, then nothing would
ever be tried in court again.

My instructions to the jury
will be to take into account

only evidence presented in court,

not hearsay outside of it.

Therefore, press coverage cannot
unduly influence them.

It is impossible
for anyone to forget hearsay.

Are you suggesting
I am a biased judge, Mr Stirling?

Of course not, Your Honour.

The request to have the trial
not proceed is denied.

Trial will commence tomorrow at 9am.

Your Honour, I would like
to make a last-minute request

for a judge-only trial.

Your Honour, my learned colleague
cannot keep delaying this trial.

Exactly what I was thinking.

It is in the public interest
for this trial

to be completely above any
suspicion of bias, Your Honour.

And given the adverse publicity
surrounding the trial...

Objection, Your Honour -
it's the same argument.

I am not questioning
the clarity or authority

of your instructions
to the jury, Your Honour,

but their ability to adhere to them.

Very well.

Submissions to me by 9am tomorrow.

Well played, mate. See you tomorrow.

Can't wait.

Mm.
Bring it on.

Can't wait for the all-nighter
on a judge-only submission.

Well, he shouldn't have demolished
the not-proceed option so well.

He's not really enjoying this
as much as he looks.

Yes, he is.

You're enjoying it too, right?

I'm warming to it.

Maxine.

Yes, this is...

- 20,000?
- Cash.

Did you see it at Flynn's?
No, but I'm sure he's got some.

Or he might just want to pocket 20 grand.

We won't know for sure
until we turn up with the money.

Have you got that much?

Me? 20,000 in cash?

What do I look like,
an ATM machine? What about you?

No!

Well, Nate, we could get that
somehow, couldn't we?

It's just...it takes a few days
to organise that much.

Right, if we're moving that
amount of cash,

we've got to make sure
the tax office isn't looking at us.

We'll take it out in bits.

OK, just...look, leave it with me.
I'll sell a few things.

I'll get it together somehow.
Save all our arses, as per.

I thought we were tracking
Maxine's phone.

We are.
I am.

So you knew she was seeing
Flynn Pearce?

You didn't tell us?

How long until we can get
a listening device into Flynn's?

Could take us a day to get the warrant.

OK, forget the warrant.
That'll happen when it happens.

An hour.

OK, do it. Make sure
it's there before she goes back.

But without a warrant,
anything we record is...

OK, you just need to shut up, alright?

The one time you should have
opened your mouth

is the only time in the last six
weeks you've kept it closed.

In case it escaped your attention,

which for an analyst
there is absolutely no excuse,

we're in a race here.

Against time, a manslaughter
trial and Maxine Reynolds.

She buys that drug,
presents it to the court,

gets Nate off, we're back to square one.

That's what's at stake here

and you've just put all of that
in jeopardy!

I'm sorry. I was ...

OK, what were you doing?

No, no, let me guess.

You were still trying to figure
out the identity of the arsonist

because you decided that was the priority,

not locating the drug.

You are not running
your own reference here.

You are part of a team

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

Don't make the mistake

of thinking you're
the smartest person in the room.

You're not.

Out.

Richard.

Can you just...just tell me, and be
honest - what are his chances?

Maxine finding that drug
could make all the difference,

providing Flynn isn't ripping her off.

Right. If he gets locked up,
I have no money.

I have nothing.

Well, this isn't a crime
that they seize assets for.

You'd still have your bank
accounts, your credit cards...

I don't have any.

I don't even have this betting
account that's supposedly mine.

I wish.

I mean I get my bags, make-up,
shoes, all from my sponsors,

who are all dumping me quick smart.

You've never had your own money?

Oh, because I'm a typical WAG
who sponges off her husband

and goes to the opening of an envelope?

No, no, no. Of course not.

Do you know how we met?

In a taxi rank.

Nate had been to some do
and I'd had a Mozart recital.

You like classical music?

I play it.

I went to the Conservatorium of Music.

Look...Nate takes care of everything for me.

He looks after me.

You might want to make alternative
arrangements, just in case.

He won't do that.

I'll see if I can talk
some sense into him.

Thank you.

We should be online in Flynn's place now.

Want me to check?

Yes, thank you.

- Cindi needs me.
- Yeah, well, I need you.

No, you don't know
what she's going through.

It's really messed up.

Welfare overpaid her

and she owes 'em a grand she doesn't have

and she can't get her benefits
until she's paid it back.

You sure you can't help?

I'm not a charity, Pearl.

Come on, why don't ...
why don't you just chill out?

We can relax.

The guy that killed my brother
goes on trial tomorrow.

I want to have a drink with my friend.

Sure. You want to see Cindi, go see Cindi.

Really?
Yeah, of course.

Thanks.

I just thought you needed
a place to stay, that's all.

I mean, if you don't, fine, go.
I'm not keeping you locked up.

But if you go now...

..don't come back here.

OK.

What do you want to do?

I want you to take your clothes off.

We can have some fun, yeah?

We don't have the warrant in place, do we?

No.

Good girl. Good girl.

OK. I've heard enough.

Uh, don't forget to argue the
strengths of the Westminster system.

Andy, what about your mum?
Can she pick Amal up?

Richard's just dropped an
application for judge-only on us.

You know how it's underpinned by a belief

juries take their
responsibilities very seriously.

No, my brother can't.

His car's getting repaired.

Study after study shows this
to be the case.

Yeah, well,
I'll call you back in five.

Just thought I'd check in
and see how you're both doing.

All good.
Yeah, we're on top of it. You go.

We were just finishing up.

I don't want to lose another case
with a high-profile sportsman.

We won't, but we could find
a few more arguments.

No, we've got it
with what you've given me.

You go see your daughter, right?

Give her a cuddle from me.

Uh, crossed wires with Andy
about childcare.

First time for everything, right?

Right.

Thanks.
Yeah.

Mummy.

Yeah.

Did you give her something for the pain?

Yeah,
I'm just waiting for it to work.

Oh, bub - those horrible
toothy-pegs still hurting?

Oh, come here.

Hey, you've got court tomorrow.
Go to bed.

Yeah, it is tomorrow.

I just want to make sure
I've got all the points in my head.

Well, it's no good
if your head's asleep on the bench.

Well, I don't want Ben or Owen
to think I'm not across it.

Oh, as if they would.

I've had to leave early a couple of times.

Oh, I...

I'd change my shifts but I've
got three men on stress leave.

It's fine. I can manage, Andy.

Hey, uh...

..you don't have to prove anything
to anyone, OK?

You're doing a brilliant job.

Owen says so, Ben says so,
I think so.

You stop doubting yourself.

Got a visual on Cooke again.

And someone's not too happy with him.

Mitchell Douglas, the coach of the Devils.

Now he's getting into his car.

Alone. Didn't appear to be
carrying anything.

Oh, he's heading south. Bay Road.

Stay on him.
Rightio.

He's going to Flynn's.
He's going to get the drug.

Confident.
Where's Maxine?

Heading to the bank again.

She got 9 grand out yesterday.

And Flynn?

Still snoring.
Pearl's left for court.

The warrant's in place,

so whatever we hear now is
admissible, but we still need...

That statement from Pearl.

I'll keep you updated.
Thanks.

How do you think you'll go today?

Will the Devils release you
from your contract?

No comment. Please,
can you give us some space?

Should be here by this afternoon.

Tomorrow at the latest.
Viki!

Ms. Perati, do you have any comment?

My son was taken from me

by that monster
who pretended to be his friend.

You're sure you don't need me in there?

Yeah.

Look, Nate's got a temper,

but he's not the monster
they're making him out to be.

OK? He looked out for Ty.
This isn't fair.

You weren't a witness.

I've got to do something
to help make it right, OK?

One of our boys has died.

He was just a kid.

I'm sorry, Mitchell.

Any news?
Close. I believe we're very close.

Hi, Pearl.

Um, bit crazy, isn't it?

You want to get away from here?

We'll have a chat?
Yeah.

Yeah?

Your Honour, the Westminster system
is underpinned by the fact

that juries take their responsibilities

extremely seriously.

I mean, the average citizen
is perfectly capable

of putting hearsay and personal bias aside

and paying serious attention
to the facts presented.

Your belief in the process is commendable.

Your Honour, news feeds and social media

are awash with damning
indictments of the accused.

Now, this is far from normal hearsay

and only a trained legal mind,
such as Your Honour's,

can truly ignore this bias

and consider the facts,

as you said yesterday.

Therefore, by your own argument,

you are the only person
entitled to hear this trial.

Well argued, Mr Stirling.

But don't ever try it again.

Yes, Your Honour.

I agree to the request made by
Mr Stirling for a judge-only trial.

Now, gentlemen,

can we declare a ceasefire
and get on with this?

This must be a difficult day for you.

I can understand why you don't
want to be in there,

hear everything that happened.

I don't need to.

He's guilty. He hit Ty.

They'll lock him up and then...

And then?

There'll be justice.

For Ty.

And what about you?

Don't you deserve justice?

I'm alright.

It's pretty clear
what the arrangement is with Flynn.

He's 28 years old. You're underage.

You can't legally give consent to have...

Piss off! I can give consent
whenever I want.

Don't act like this isn't my choice.

It's...it's my life.
It's a crime, Pearl.

In six months, it won't be.

I can get public housing on my own.

What, so sexual abuse is
the price you're willing to pay

for a roof over your head?

There are better options.

Yeah? Like share houses?

You ever been in one?

Full of junkies
who just take all your shit?

Or I could go back home,

to Mum getting shitfaced
and laying into me.

And Kevin.

Or I could, uh...sleep in a gutter
or a shop door.

You think that'd be better?

Of course not, but there has
to be something else, yeah?

Something better than Flynn.

There's not, but.

That's it, you see?

Anyway, I know what I'm doing.

He can help out my friend Cindi.
She's worse off than me.

I figured out a way.

I'm making it work.

It's my choice, not yours.

Pearl...

Hard copies of all the surveillance
on Maxine and Eddie.

Uh, thanks, but Wayne's on Eddie.

Of course, but just in case

you need to cross-reference
their movements.

OK. Yeah, sure.

It's what I do.

I'm thorough, meticulous,
on-task, 24/7, analysing data,

which, to be effective,
requires a broad scope.

So while my focus may appear
to shift at times,

it's only because every piece
of information

needs to be studied exhaustively.

I wouldn't be doing my job
properly if I didn't.

You should probably be
explaining this to Janet.

I think it helps if the chief investigator

also appreciates the
particular demands of an analyst.

So I can put in a good word for you,
you mean?

Oh, no.

It's just...

I get data, look for patterns.

It's puzzle solving
with a real-world impact

and I think it's a buzz and...

Yeah. Bonnie,
I'm kind of busy right...

Am I getting fired?

What?

Bonnie, you stuffed up. We all do.

Just get over it and move on.

Put Wayne on.

He's gone into a chemist.

Cartwrights, Lavender Street,
Granville.

Why go halfway across town to a chemist?

They're old friends
and he gets a discount?

Or maybe Eddie's supplying him with PEDs.

Unlikely. He's a cleanskin,
according to this.

Owned by Lionel Cartwright.

Pharmacy degree,

compounding chemist of 25 years.

No priors, nothing.

Eddie's on the move.

Could be in for more action now.

He's just arrived at Flynn's.

So, what did the chemist
have to do with this?

We can pick up Eddie inside.

Keep a visual on him if you can, Wayne.

I told you to get rid of it.

You know what I can get for it.

I've got a better offer.
Technically you stole it from me.

OK, I'll give you a cut.

I need it now.

How much have you got?

50ml.

I kept one bottle, that's all.

As soon as he's outside,
Wayne can grab Eddie...

And risk Eddie smashing it
on the road? Losing everything?

No, let it run all the way to Zoe's.
Then we can look after it properly.

Great. Much safer strategy.

That wasn't meant to sound
patronising, honestly.

Just...genuine.

No offence.

Could you show the court what you saw

when the accused hit the victim?

It was like this,
to the side of Ty's face.

He stumbled, fell backwards.

Try to say something, mate. Come on!

Come on, mate. Ty?

So he was hit hard enough
to be knocked over?

Well, yeah. I guess so.

No further questions, Your Honour.

When the victim fell,

did you hear the accused say anything?

Yeah, he said, "Sorry, mate,"

and when Ty didn't get back up,

he said, "I didn't hit him that hard".

He kept saying it.

Did you believe him?
Yeah.

So, it's possible the blow
wasn't hard enough

to make the victim fall?

Yeah, maybe. Only a...

Only what, Mr Metcalf?

Only I just remembered Tyler didn't trip.

He was lunging forward at the time,

trying to grab the phone
with the pictures.

One of them got that drug yet?
Maxine? What's-her-face? Anyone?

Look, what if I talk to 'em?

The NCC?

I don't think it'd make a difference now.

So, what's the plan from here?

I think Richard's going
to call Nate as a witness.

What?

It's a chance for the judge
to hear firsthand

your relationship with the victim.

And risk us trapping him into
saying something he shouldn't?

Why you'd never have laid
into him with full force.

I thought you said
you don't normally do that?

Well, he's got nothing else.

We've got no choice.

And I think you could really
help yourself.

And you know Richard.
Never say die. He'll find some angle.

He'll try and counter
Nate's public image.

It'll all be about tearing down
the aggro and the thuggery

and showing his warm, caring side.

Yeah, good luck with that.

Well, this is Richard.

Whatever he's got will be
carefully thought-out.

You think he's still got a chance?

It's still Nate Baldwin.

If we get him angry,
he'll undo everything.

What the fuck do you mean
you don't have it?

I mean it was for sale,
and now it's been sold.

Who to? Was it Eddie?

Fuckin' lying sack of shit.

It was a private sale.

Do you know you have had me
running all around town.

I have grabbed cash every way
I know how because we had a deal.

Now tell me who the hell has the drug now!

No.

You're fuckin' dead, Mr Pearce.

You're dead.

So, according to your expert analysis

of the deceased's autopsy
and toxicology report,

could you explain for the court
what the cause of death was?

A subdural haematoma.

That is, bleeding which fills
the brain area rapidly,

compressing brain tissue.

And what caused that haematoma?

A serious blow to the head.

A large contusion on the side of the face

corresponded to where
the deceased was struck.

And that was the only
cause of the bleeding?

There were some anomalies in the reports

regarding the failure
of the deceased's blood

to coagulate properly.

The cause of that
was not possible to determine.

Was it a contributing factor
to the death of Mr Perati?

I couldn't categorically state that, no.

Nothing further.

I think this might be able to help you.

Thanks.

2ml daily, top thigh.

Four or five days should do the trick.

And there's no chance
of it testing positive?

Lots of guys were on it last year.

Passed everything.

Well, in that case,
when Greta wins a medal,

we'll know who to thank.

Tell the lab to be on stand-by.

We need this tested as soon as possible.

We have to be sure it's
the substance that killed Tyler.

Your witness, Mr Stirling.

That's not a phone, is it,
Mr Stirling?

Mr Stirling!

Your Honour, I wish to apply
for an adjournment,

because my instructions
have been compromised.

Compromised in what way, Mr Stirling?

My client has...

..said something that is
difficult to interpret.

You mean, he wishes to change his plea?

Your Honour,
I've received mixed messages

and need a private audience with my client

to confirm his instructions.

If we could adjourn
for the rest of the day...

Your Honour, my learned colleague
only needs a minute

to ask his client what he meant.

A couple of hours to advise
my client calmly,

ensure he understands
the entirely of the situation

is not unreasonable.

There are a lot of grey areas
in this case.

Including the hairs you're
putting on my head, Mr Stirling.

You have an hour.

So I get the cash together,

I go there and then he says
he doesn't have it anymore.

I just don't know what to do.

So how's it looking your end,
Richard?

Sorry, gotta go.

Oh, shit.

Have you got it?
Still waiting for the lab results.

If it's not here in 20 minutes,
I've got to put Nate on the stand.

Well, you can stretch that out.

Go back to his childhood,
his love for the game.

You used to hate it when the defence
resorted to sob stories for a win.

Well, there's an exception for everything.

Good luck.

I met Tyler a couple of years ago.

He'd just been spotted
in a schoolboys' team

and he got into a clinic the Devils
run for up-and-coming players.

I gave him some tips.

I could tell how keen he was,
you know - that hunger to make it.

Anyway, he got signed on
and, yeah, we hung out a bit.

You mentor a lot of younger players.

What made Tyler special?

He told me he didn't have a dad, so I, um...

you know, I just...

I looked out for him, gave him advice.

He never really talked about it,

but I could tell the pressure that
he was under to make first grade

'cause of what that meant for his family.

The money.

I knew they were doing it tough

and, you know, they counted on him
to take care of them.

You're successful, wealthy.

How could you really know
what that was like?

Well, I know that pressure.

An injury or something
can end your career in a flash

and suddenly...
suddenly you've got nothin'.

So, you've gotta work your guts out
to stay at the top of your form.

I know how much training
and sacrifice that takes.

I've lived it.

I saw Ty live it.

I knew exactly what he wanted,

'cause it's what I've always wanted

and I would never, ever have done anything

to take that away from him.

So you had a real connection with him?

What?

Well, you and Tyler.

You obviously had a common bond.

We were good mates, yeah.

I mean, it sounded
a lot more than that to me.

I'd imagine you get to know
your fellow teammates pretty well

in that locker room...

Objection, Your Honour. Relevance.

Your Honour,
I'm merely wanting to establish

the intimate bonds of male teammates,

which some may describe as homoerotic.

Homo what?

And the bond between Nate Baldwin
and Tyler Perati,

which was clearly on and off the field...

Hey, fuck off! It wasn't like that!

I'm not gay. You can't...
you can't say that shit to me!

Objection. This is assuming a fact
not in evidence, Your Honour.

No, look, I'm just saying

you've got no right to imply
something like that.

Sustained. Thank you, Mr Crown.

Withdrawn, Your Honour.

I did nothin'...wrong.

I didn't even hit him that hard.

I know I didn't.

Hey. News?

The lab's just emailed the results.

Oh, what?

What's happening?

H2O.

It was water.
What?

Eddie gave Zoe plain old tap water.

But he thought
it was the real thing, didn't he?

Aren't you going
to cop shit for nicking this?

What if Flynn finds out
you swapped it for water?

He won't.
Whoever he sells it to will.

Serves 'em both right.

Can you seriously get 10 grand for this?

Mate, Flynn was askin' 20.

What is it?

Who cares?

I found someone to buy it,
that's all that matters.

When's he comin'?

Soon.

And if he doesn't turn up,

there's plenty of other
contacts in Flynn's phone.

And we can pay off your debt
and you'll be sweet.

We could, like, get our own place
and stuff, just you and me.

Fuck, it'd be so cool.

Hey, what are you doing?

It's a $20,000 trip.

You know, as if I'm not gonna try that.

Don't be stupid.
Oh, it'd be stupid not to!

Cindi, for fuck's sake!
No, I need that money. Stop!

Look, he won't even notice.

Mr Baldwin.

The emotional impact of your evidence
was considerable.

The bond you shared with the victim

was obviously deeply felt and genuine.

Your role as a mentor
and father-figure in his life

is without question.

However, the strength
of your relationship...

..cannot alter the facts

presented by the autopsy
and toxicology reports.

The large bruise on the deceased's body

directly corresponds with the blow
with which you struck him,

and the size of the bruise
indicates the force behind it.

I find no other contributing factors
to his death,

other than the punch,

and so on one count of manslaughter,

I find you guilty.

Sentencing to take place
at a date to be determined.

Please remove the prisoner.

OK, although I usually don't
comment on verdicts,

I am aware of recent public concern
about decisions made by the DPP.

I have no doubt today's outcome

will restore public confidence in the DPP

and I would especially like to acknowledge

the team responsible for preparing

such a strong case to present to court,

led by Ben McMahon.

Maybe it was Flynn.

Maybe he swapped the real drug for water.

But he's been pissed off all day,

because he thinks he's lost 20 grand.

Did Eddie give Zoe the wrong bottle?

Like, an accident.
It was unlabelled.

After he went to so much trouble
to get it for her? It's unlikely.

Was Eddie onto us?

Is that possible?

Then, why go through the whole
charade of giving her anything?

Why not just say no
the first time she asked for it?

He's an arrogant bastard?

Was Eddie Cooke playing us?

And if he was, how involved
is he in the whole thing?

Does all this link back to Eddie?

Help, somebody!

Please help!
You're alright. Come on.

Help, somebody! Help!

Somebody, come on, help us!

That bottle is a critical piece of
evidence in a national investigation.

Now, if you want to get arrested,
fine, run off.

If not, just give it to me!

I could be in here for 12 years!
I can't do it.

I've gotta spill my guts to the NCC.
That'll knock some time off.

No, not happening.
You tell them nothing.

Could Maxine be the head
of the whole syndicate?

Well, that would mean
she's let her own client go to jail

over a drug that propped up
her betting plunges.

Interesting business model.

We're too late.