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Hey!

There's one.

Get me out.

Help! Help!

Come on, let me out.

Take it easy, mate. You'll be all right.

Car into a truck, confirmed persons trapped.

There is a police vehicle at the scene.

No, mind the leg!

What's that mean?

Get that light in here!

Come on, let me out!

That's good. Open the clutches.

- Done. - Thanks again.

Keep that generator going!

Move it! Move it!

More light.

There was an armed hold-up in the city earlier.

Hey!

Get me out!

Not the leg!

Well, we got the door and the clamp.

- Steady now. - Don't move him.

Hey, get on the radio, we're going to need a heavy duty...

Agos, tell me what we've got?

Yeah. Come and give us a hand.

Anybody we know?

Yeah, Eddie Weaks, Phillips, too, but he's gone.

Well, keep him talking, Tom. We don't want him nodding off.

Righto!

Come on, get it over here!

Nice driving, Eddie.

Wait till they find out you haven't got a license.

It's no joke, Stewart.

Come on, Eddie, hang in, you'll be all right.

Not this time, mate.

Get that light in here, come on!

Under my seat. Give it to Suzie.

Don't try to move, we'll have you out in a second.

Suzie, right?

Right, Eddie, she'll get it, I promise.

You'd better.

Get these people out of here, come on.

Hang in there, now.

Got enough shots of this?

Yeah, don't worry.

Is he all right?

No, he's not going to make it.

Tom, been promoted to car accidents?

No, Ray, demoted to bank robbery.

Where to?

You know Artie Wincer's place down on the beach?

Yeah. There in a hurry.

I've got to call home, the kid's sick.

Sure, do it when we get there.

Thank you for your concern.

Hello?

Hello, Suzie. It's Tom Stewart here.

I think you might remember me, I'm the journalist.

Ah, listen, Suzie, I have to talk to you about Eddie.

Look, love, they would have thrown the book at him.

He wouldn't have seen daylight again.

Suzie.

Eddie wanted you to have this.

Traceable?

Knowing Eddie, I wouldn't think so, would you?

What, there could be 10, 15 grand there?

Tide you over for a bit, wouldn't it?

Well, I want an exclusive on him.

You bastards are all the same.

Nah, we liked Eddie.

I don't want to tip a bucket on him.

I just want to tell his story.

Look at it this way, Suzie.

A big page one sendoff.

You right, Mick?

First time I met Eddie... Hang on, hang on.

The first time I met Eddie...

Your methods are getting worse, Thomas.

Yeah, I like to think so.

Comes from your warm sense of charity, does it?

Look, mate, I promised Eddie I'd give her the money.

I can't believe your bloody gall.

Don't worry about it.

Don't worry about anything.

Just forget it.

Stewart had overcome many obstacles

through his experience, initiative and guile...

So although this is a novel,

in a very real sense,

it also is not.

Do you know what I mean?

Let's have a look at what Stewart's done.

He's taken a real criminal case

and he's turned it, very cleverly,

into an indictment against a system

that he believes discriminates

against the underprivileged in our society.

Check out the title.

A Killing for the Crown.

Now this seems to suggest

that justice has become some kind of a blood sport,

as opposed to a real assessment of the truth.

Although since publication,

some doubts have been cast

upon the authenticity of Stewart's information.

Don't you think, Natalie?

Sir?

Natalie?

Please.

Mr. Prentice.

Do you think Stewart's book is responsible

for the retrial and acquittal

of James Edward Hodges

or do you think it was misled?

I don't know.

No. Of course you don't.

But then you don't know much, do you?

Since your mind rarely raises itself above belt level.

Anyone we know?

Well, Prentice,

since you seem intent on discussing the artistic merits

of this particular work,

I suggest you take it directly to the headmaster.

Oh shit, no!

Oh, shit, yes!

It's not mine. Quit hassling me.

I believe we were discussing Stewart's use of non-fiction

as a weapon against social injustice.

Morris, this business with young Prentice...

I assure you, it won't happen again.

Well, that's very gratifying to hear,

but I don't think I can let the matter rest there, for all concerned.

You know how deeply sorry

we all feel about Claudine.

Look, Morris, the holidays will give you a chance to relax.

However, today's actions are totally unacceptable,

and if it happens again...

Thanks for your support, Harry.

What's happening?

Bloody hopeless.

Tom Stewart isn't back there by any chance, is he?

Yeah, I think so.

Get him.

Stewart. Yeah?

Detective Sergeant Birch wants a chat.

Aren't I lucky. Come on, Mick!

Not you.

Bit of strife, Ray?

Tried everything, want to talk to him?

Not especially.

Your scoop. Yeah, my ass, too.

Derek, get everyone out of sight.

He's got a shotgun, so stop where I tell you.

Right, everyone back!

Oh, thanks, Ray.

You'll be all right.

I want everyone out of here. Right out.

Behind the car, come on!

Everyone out of here. Come on.

That's far enough, Tom.

Behind the car, come on.

Leslie.

I know you don't want to talk to us.

But the gentleman standing out there is a reporter

by the name of Tom Stewart.

You've probably heard of him.

He wants to hear your side of the story.

What do you say?

Les.

I don't want to pry into your personal affairs.

Whatever reason you've got for doing this,

I'm sure is a good one in your eyes.

Look.

All I want to do is talk to you

and get your side of this.

Maybe take a photograph.

That seem fair?

What about the coppers?

They just want to wrap this up, go home and have a beer.

They don't want blood. They're just doing their job.

Well, I'll think about it.

I'll think about it.

Keep down, everyone.

Derek will bring your mate up. Coming?

Detective Arno will look after you.

Just wait here a minute, please.

...shot first.

Three counts of rape, two attempted murders,

he wouldn't have let that girl go.

Yeah, stops overcrowding the jails, Ray.

Get real, Tom.

Don't do me any more fucking favors, all right?

There were two shots.

Leslie fired first at you

and I saved your life.

You do understand how the story will read, don't you?

By the way, great exclusive on Eddie Weaks' girl.

I don't know how you do it.

I really don't.

Ladies and gentlemen. Austen Tayshus.

Thank you so much. Thank you.

Wonderful to be here, really wonderful.

The date is December 24th in the year zero.

The place, Palestine.

The scene, a dusty road,

the road from Nazareth.

How the fuck did I know it was named after a band

that had a number one hit, Love Hurts?

Okay, we look up at the sky and what do we see?

A big bright star shining down on the tiny village of Bethlehem.

Astrological science informs us today, of course,

that this was undoubtedly the earliest recorded manifestation

of Halley's comet. The real one.

Not the hazy fucking fuzz-ball we got this time around.

So Joseph, right, the poor but humble carpenter,

comes schlepping down the road leading a donkey.

And on the donkey sits his wife Mary and three children,

Ezekiel, Eli...

Sorry.

Claudine!

Mary is heavy with child and the child is not his.

Claudine!

My God, don't you ever give up?

A favor I've got to get out.

Seems I didn't see what I actually saw.

And the moral is?

Keep your contacts...

...and just write the story.

The number you have called is not connected.

Please check the number before calling again.

I repeat, please check the number before...

Vivian Enderby.

Viv?

Morris?

Is Claude there, Viv?

Oh, Morris.

Tell her I'm getting lonely.

No, no, Morris, not tonight, please.

Back at four, she said in the note.

You drink too much.

If she's not with you, I'll have to start calling the hospitals.

It's Morris on his hospital rounds again.

I'll go over.

He should have pulled himself together by now.

Would you if you lost me?

It really is Morris, is it?

Wait!

Problem?

The word is Pellegrini's not impressed with your report

on the shooting at the warehouse.

For Christ's sake, I get fucking results, don't I?

Yeah, it's just that I've got to front up in the morning

and answer some questions.

Just tell him the truth, Derek.

Leslie was about to shoot.

He was an evil little bugger

who would have killed the girl and the bloke anyway.

I mean, what do those pricks upstairs know?

They've forgotten what it's like out here.

Just leave the high-minded stuff to the likes of Stewart, okay?

Have a look at those proofs.

And I'll have a Scotch on your royalties check.

Yeah.

$11.60.

They just sold my 173rd copy.

Ah! Don't get maudlin, mate. The book was good.

The book was bullshit.

He was guilty and every other bastard knew it.

You were set up.

I was set up.

Not to mention the publishers,

your friends who backed you,

me, the typist,

the barman.

His wife. His children.

Drinks for everybody.

Except him.

You said you'd wipe these.

She's so beautiful, isn't she?

You promised.

Why should I?

Because it's the past,

and Stephen's paranoid about his patients finding out.

To say nothing of the medical tribunal.

Leave it.

Then destroy it as you promised.

I never did understand your obsession with recording everything.

Where is she, Viv?

You're wearing us all out, Morris.

I saw her again.

When?

Tonight.

Morris, Claudine is dead.

Yes, I know, you've told me.

Take your hands away.

No. Please.

I think you've been keeping something from me.

We were so smart and smug and sophisticated.

We exploited her.

You're not supposed to do it that hard.

You taught me.

I thought you liked it.

You look lovely.

I can only stay a little while.

Coming in?

No, I've got to get home.

Don't fuck around, Derek, I'm offering you a drink.

Look, I'm pushed for time, maybe tomorrow.

You know, you don't have to work with me.

Come off it, Ray.

I really have to get home.

Yeah.

Fucking weather.

What do you want?

Hmm?

You've got too many things on your mind, Morris.

You got to start enjoying yourself.

You're not exactly the first person it's ever happened to.

Morris, are you dead?

It really isn't a big deal.

Morris!

You good at names?

That's my book.

Both of them?

Let's see.

Seker. Pfiefer.

What is this?

I did see her, you know, Viv, tonight.

She got away, but she left her handbag.

She's Jennifer Reynolds now.

Did you know that?

Morris!

Plenty of books like that around, Morris.

Yes, I'm sure.

Names, addresses, men mostly.

What's that?

In you.

Morris, don't be ridiculous.

You lied. Don't...

Bloody idiot, Ray!

Ray!

What do you think of that, eh?

You won't let another man in here, will you?

Will you? Will you?

You little bitch!

Good day.

Ray.

Any problem?

Nah, nah, no problem,

just dropped in for a friendly chat.

On your own?

And what do you want to chat about?

I thought you might need some advice

from someone who knows the traps.

That'd be you, Ray!

Kill for a drink.

I believe you would.

You know, you're pretty smart for a young fellow.

Oh, I'm glad you think so.

But you lack one thing.

Oh, yeah, what's that?

Edge.

Edge?

Yeah. Take that book of yours.

How did you feel when my old mate Hodges

told you that he really had murdered his sister-in-law?

It wasn't hard to persuade him to tell you, you know.

That was a pretty good set-up, Ray,

I never did thank you for it.

Well, it's not too late.

Oh, I'll write the story, all right.

I wouldn't worry, Ray, I'm not stupid.

Nah. I know you're not stupid.

But you are a mug.

Tell me why?

You could have made a fortune with your book.

Not here, it's too late, granted.

But overseas, they lap that shit up.

Sells the conscience.

And that's where you lack edge.

You don't follow through.

You see, Ray, money's not that important to me.

Don't kid yourself.

Look, Tom, you've still got a bright future,

if you remember who your mates are.

How could I forget?

Got any good tapes?

Where is she?

Good morning, long time no see.

Was Vivian here last night?

Oh, I don't know.

Was she here or wasn't she?

I told you, I haven't got a clue.

I was pissed as a fart.

Did you phone her last night?

I was just reminiscing, actually.

You said you'd destroyed all those.

Hmm. I lied.

I want any with Vivian or myself in them destroyed.

Yeah, I'm not surprised.

Hardly the sort of thing for a leading surgeon to be doing, is it?

Dear Christ.

How did Claudine ever put up with you?

Amazing how one's friends change over the years, isn't it?

Rather tragic, actually. And quite repellant.

You're a failure in every respect, aren't you, Morris?

We're all fed up to the eye teeth with you and your absurd fantasies.

Vivian and myself especially.

Oh, please, do try and forgive me.

Ray.

What have you got?

It seems that Eddie and Phillips got away with quite a bit the other night.

Well, how much?

The trouble is nobody appears to have been keeping records,

so they can't tell us just yet.

Bloody marvelous.

Not even a rough idea?

Only that it's a lot.

What the fuck's a lot, Derek?

Twenty thousand, a hundred thousand, a million?

A lot! Just a lot.

A lot.

Thanks, Bill.

Tom Stewart here, I believe there's a call for me?

See you, Tom.

Yes, Neil.

I'll be right there.

The body of a naked woman in the boot of a submerged car over at Kernel.

Come on.

It'll never get you to New York.

It will if I can prove she did it herself.

Who is she?

Bloke over there's wife, Enderby.

Well, you got what you want?

No, not quite yet.

Well, all right, I'll go and get this developed at the lab.

The Herald bloke's giving me a lift.

Righto, Mick, see you there. No problem.

Come on, Ray. Don't give me that

classified information rubbish.

Give me a lead.

Enderby says this guy, Morris Martin

could've been the last one to see her alive. That's it.

That's enough. I'll find him.

Shit!

Hello there.

Did you want something?

Yeah, I wanted to see Mr. Martin.

He's not there. He left after the policeman came.

Did Mr. Martin say when he'd be back?

He came over this morning and talked to Mummy.

He'll be coming back tomorrow morning, he said.

What I'm saying, Ray, is

things don't work the way they used to anymore.

And what way was that, sir?

The story we've got, Birch,

is that the guy went down after the first shot, not the second.

You must know what it's like out there, sir.

Maybe you don't.

There were a lot of things happening that day.

Wouldn't be difficult for things to get distorted in people's minds.

Tell me, exactly who was it, Mr...

Stansfield.

Mr. Stansfield, that saw it this way?

That'll be all for now, Birch.

Very good, sir.

Hello. My name is Morris Martin,

I am looking for Mr. Seker.

I'm afraid Mr. Seker is not available, Mr. Martin.

May I help you?

I was hoping to locate my wife.

I have reason to believe she's been living in the area.

I'm sorry, I haven't seen her.

It's a small community, I would have known.

I see. Thank you.

Mr. Seker?

What do you want?

You can help me.

I think not, Mr. Martin.

And you're looking for your wife?

I've seen the pictures.

That's trespassing.

Tell me about them, about how you came to know her.

I advise you to get out.

Are you ill?

Never felt better in my life.

Your timing's bad.

So, how have you been?

Fine. I'm due at the hospital in 20 minutes.

Annie, can I ask you a really big favor?

Ah, this'll be good.

Would it be all right if I stayed here for tonight?

I won't be here till 5:00.

That's all right, I won't wait up.

Ah, you won't have to because you'll be in the spare room.

Great. I'll just put this in there.

Can't thank you enough.

All right.

Been strangely quiet about Eddie Weaks' little haul.

I thought you might be able to help.

I'd like to, Sarge, but nobody's heard a thing.

Strike you as odd?

Very.

Meaning?

Meaning it must have been outsiders involved.

Or they dumped it before the crash.

Very good, Jimmy. They rob a bank,

know they're gonna have a smash, so they bury the money.

You're gonna have to do better than that, officer.

Good morning.

What are you doing in here?

Reading a book.

Tom, we're divorced.

Ah! That was ages ago.

Was it?

So, how's work?

Shithouse.

You know, at the risk of repeating myself,

this really is the asshole of the world.

Yeah, I think I've heard that somewhere before.

So, it's still New York then?

Fuck New York.

Then, what do you want?

No. No. Hmm.

No, no, no, no. Don't. No, no, no.

No, come here, please.

Listen to me. Sit.

We should have had kids.

And have them end up like you?

You've got a point.

God, I liked you once.

I even liked me, too, once.

Tom Stewart.

Detective Ray Birch,

who in turn was promoted through these investigations

was able to establish...

You made the whole thing yourself?

Yes.

It's a sort of hobby of mine.

I really admired your book very much.

That's why I used it with the kids.

I don't suppose you'd mind

uh, maybe, writing something on it for me?

By all means.

Thanks.

What can I say?

I take it all that stuff about fabricated evidence

was just a smear tactic.

No. Not entirely, Morris. Um...

The truth of the matter is that he actually did do it.

He told me so after the second trial.

You had no idea?

There was a sneaking suspicion,

but it didn't stop me writing it.

Thanks.

Another drink?

Never say no.

You see, I'm working on the Enderby murder

and if you could help me with a couple of questions,

it might give me a clearer line on the story.

Sure.

Well, first off,

I understand that Dr. Enderby said

you rang his wife the night she was killed.

Yes, I know, the police told me.

In fact, I hadn't seen or spoken to Viv for,

I don't know, about a month.

It's odd, isn't it, that he'd say

you were the last person she spoke to?

Well, we've been friends for a long time and...

Well, the truth is Vivian is rather fond of other men,

if you know what I mean.

I don't know if Stephen would put quite such a fine point on it.

So, she used a mutual friend as an alibi?

That sort of thing, yeah.

I see.

Do you mind if I ask a personal question, Morris?

No.

I understand your own wife died six months ago.

Yes.

She died in Paris.

A car accident.

That's her there.

A very beautiful lady.

There was never anyone more beautiful.

I'm sorry.

The well-known artist Laslo Seker

and his housekeeper Madeleine Kovitch.

Police are baffled by the ferocity of the attack.

And now, the weather...

Carrot juice?

Scotch.

Of course.

I'll join you.

Good to see you.

You like?

It's different.

To Vivian.

It was bound to happen.

Do you want to talk about it?

Barb, did Claude go back to what she used to do?

What?

Look, I tried all the travel agencies,

every single one of them.

Nobody's ever heard of her.

It just doesn't make sense.

Could she still be alive? Do you think that's possible?

No, darling. I don't see how she could be.

But you'd tell me, wouldn't you,

if you even suspected anything?

All I know is that a year before she died,

she was working for some woman called Spicer.

So she only pretended to go overseas.

Morris, it's passed.

She loved you and only you. Leave it at that.

I need to talk to this Spicer woman.

Why? Barbara, please.

It won't do you any good.

Spicer. Eve.

What if I told you I'd seen her? Seen Claudine.

What would you say?

I only wish I could believe you had.

All right, ladies and gentlemen,

turning to crime as we all should have done ages ago.

Ken, I want you to work up something on the Seker murders.

Mist-shrouded house in the mountains, that kind of crap.

Neil, could I grab that one?

Ken won't mind, will you, Ken?

All right, Tom,

as long as you don't turn it into a book again.

Now, Carol, I've got something here for you as well.

You all right?

I'll see you back in the car, Mick.

Mick, you got your Polaroid with you?

Yeah. Give it to me, will you?

Be careful with it.

You bet.

Hey, out. This area is off limits.

What's wrong?

You wouldn't believe it if I told you.

Back to the paper then?

Yeah, I'll go on from there.

This is Eve Spicer speaking.

I'm unable to come to the phone at the moment,

but if you'd care to leave your name and number...

No, I'm sure it's the same girl.

How old?

I can't tell ages, late twenties, I guess.

Is she pretty?

Yes, she is. Very.

I thought you said she was dead?

If the matter is very urgent, you may like to try 360-1448. Thank...

Yes, may I help you?

Eve Spicer, please.

Out of town this evening, she'll be back in the morning.

Any message?

Don't worry, I'll call back.

She was a delightful person,

warm, intelligent and beautiful.

A rare creature.

What sort of a job did she have, Doctor?

She was an overseas tour guide.

Oh, yeah, who with?

I've no idea.

She wasn't ever a model, was she?

An artist's model?

Not to my knowledge.

Look, I'm sorry, Stewart,

but I promised I'd look in on a patient.

Sure.

Thanks for the drink.

Satisfying your insatiable curiosity, Stewart?

In a way.

Actually, I was looking for the tapes you took from Morris Martin's house.

I suppose it's a bit embarrassing

to leave that sort of stuff lying around.

I'll thank you not to pry into my personal affairs.

Well, given the circumstances,

there might be a bit of public interest here.

By dragging my name and that of my late wife

through the mud, is that what you're implying?

No, I'm not implying that.

I just want to find out what's going on.

You have no private life, then, I take it?

No personal secrets,

no habits you prefer not disclosed

in lurid detail on the front page of your newspaper?

Weren't we discussing your situation?

No, no,

we're discussing yours.

If you don't leave me alone, you'll find yourself in prison.

That a threat, Doc?

Yes.

I thought so.

Oh, Mick,

can you make out a post-mark on this?

The dark glasses help?

Twenty-eighth of December?

Not October, is it?

I don't think so, why? Hmm.

It doesn't matter.

Drink?

Can't. Gotta go.

Well, where you gonna be?

Out.

Then either back here or round at Annie's.

You two friends again?

Never enemies, mate, just incompatible.

Thirsty?

They were marvelous times, Mr. Stewart.

Unconventional times.

We were all very close.

Was Morris ever in love with Vivian Enderby?

In love?

If you mean by that, did Morris ever sleep with Vivian,

the answer is yes.

But then, so did we all at various times.

You mean, Stephen and Morris...

And Vivian and myself, yes.

Didn't Stephen explain?

No, he didn't.

Well, he must be a little shy these days.

Wasn't Morris married to a Claudine...

Vargas. Yes.

No, he was married to me.

I don't quite understand.

Claudine was an English girl we met in Spain,

San Sebastian, actually.

You see, we even used to take our holidays together.

She and Morris fell in love.

You realize what she was?

No.

She was a whore, Mr. Stewart.

A very beautiful and highly paid whore.

She was utterly charming and captivating

and in a very real sense, we were all in love with her.

Yes?

Mrs. Spicer, my name is Martin,

you were recommended to me.

It's the top floor, Mr. Martin.

Mr. Martin? Won't you come through.

Tell me.

Do you think it's possible that Claudine Vargas is still alive?

Well, what an extraordinary question.

Is it?

I understood it was Vivian you wanted to discuss.

I think it's all connected.

Do you really?

Is that Claudine?

Yes.

Awfully commercial, don't you think?

The sculpture at Morris Martin's house, I suppose...

I did several of her, if that's the question.

Is she alive or not?

You've been listening to Morris.

You're looking for a mystery, Mr. Stewart,

and there isn't one.

Claudine's dead. It's as simple and as sad as that.

And then there's Sascha, I'll show you a photograph.

What about you?

Me?

Unless there's really a Mr. Spicer, of course.

There is,

but you're at liberty to choose whomever you like.

Then I choose you.

I'm very flattered.

When are you free?

Tonight could be reorganized.

For dinner?

Lovely.

I really wanted to ask you something rather private.

A specialty?

Well, not exactly.

I want to know if my wife worked for you.

Her name's Claudine, but

I think you might have known her as Jennifer Reynolds.

I don't know anyone by that name.

I'm sorry.

I think you do.

If you'll excuse me just for a minute.

She did work for you, I can tell.

I don't know her.

Where?

I don't know who you're talking about.

I want to know where.

Let me go.

Where is she?

Let me go!

Where? Let me go!

Where is she?

I know who she is. Tell me. Where?

See, even poor Barbara still thinks she's dead.

But she's not.

She's alive!

Well, at least clear something up for me.

There's a postcard, right?

It's dated two months after Claudine Martin is supposed to have died.

I gave you some advice when you broke into my home, Stewart.

Yeah, sure.

You seem to have forgotten it or ignored it.

Now, look, if she's alive,

she could be in serious danger, do you understand?

Look, is she alive or not?

Prick!

Mrs. S. I've come to do the carpet.

Mick, my boy. Ah!

Bradshaw's looking for you, you said you'd be at Annie's.

Yeah, I know. Listen, do me a favor, will you?

Telex London,

ask them to check on the death of a Claudine Martin.

She was a British citizen,

supposed to have died in Paris about six months ago.

Had a maiden name of Vargas.

Come on, mate, it's not my job, ask one of the girls.

Ah, don't be a turd, do me a big favor, I haven't got time.

What do I say to Bradshaw?

I don't know, tell Bradshaw what you like.

Hello, boss!

Where the hell have you been?

I've been working my ass off.

Well, there's been another murder.

It's at this address and they've jammed the lid down tight.

Find out what it's all about.

On my way.

Rita! Hi, Tom.

No press.

Ray!

Media is not invited.

Not your territory, is it, Ray?

Everything is my territory, son.

Bit late to stop trusting me now, isn't it?

Let's take a look.

Sure.

Okay, we just need a couple more details.

Any theories?

A rival operation?

Maybe.

Or just some nutter who hates women.

Client, you mean?

Speaking of which...

Take a gander at that.

Special clientele.

Keep it to yourself.

I don't suppose you'd recognize any of these?

On my wages?

Don't put your daughter on the stage, huh?

Here's some more, Ray. Hmm.

Thousand dollar bracket, this lot.

Lot of bucks to get your end in, isn't it?

You know her?

Nah.

Classy.

Well, be sure to let me know

if that fertile mind of yours comes up with something, won't you?

By the way,

you remember the night Eddie Weaks and his mate got killed?

The word is that they didn't get a chance to drop the money.

What about the paramedics?

A rare breed, them.

Honest as the day is long, like me.

Get much?

Some.

Beats me.

Yeah, a real mystery.

Yeah, I know how much it costs, Phil,

just make the arrangements, okay?

Yeah, all right.

And remember, use the name Neil Bradshaw, you got that?

Neil Bradshaw, yeah. Right.

What the hell is this?

Well, what is it?

Well, it's stolen, I'm using it.

For what?

I don't know, balance the books, maybe.

What do you mean, with Ray Birch?

Well, I wasn't going to keep it, was I?

Why not?

It might be for me.

- Hello. - Tom?

Mick? London says

there's no Claudine Martin.

What, no record of her death?

No, no record of anything.

No Claudine Vargas either.

Yeah, right, thanks, Mick.

That all? Yeah.

Annie, I've got to split for a couple of days.

You leaving your things?

Oh, come on. Don't be like that.

Look, can I leave the money here? There's a lot happening.

I just need a couple of days to put things into place.

Of course you do.

Yes?

Mrs. Klein, Neil Bradshaw here.

Of course, Mr. Bradshaw.

Thank you.

Hello, Mr. Bradshaw.

Hello. This is a pleasure.

I'm Marjorie Klein.

How do you do?

Do come in.

Inga, a marvelous choice.

Hello, I'm Inga.

So this is your first visit here, Neil?

He knows you're alive,

and he's killed people to find out.

You're Claudine Martin, aren't you?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm Tom Stewart and I'm a reporter.

Morris must have found out about this place by now, too.

Listen, you've got to let me get you out of here, and quick.

Believe me, please.

Come on.

I saw a painting of you at Seker's place,

so I put two and two together.

What about the police?

I don't think they've even got to first base yet.

I hear internal are really out for your blood this time.

So what's new?

Tell me, do you know if the paramedics saw anyone

close to Eddie Weaks before he died?

Only Stewart and his photographer mate.

Stewart was jollying him along, trying to keep him awake.

It's probably what killed him.

I thought you knew.

No. No, I didn't.

I want you to find Eddie's girl for me,

Suzie what's-her-name.

Quick!

Right.

You all right?

I'll go and find somewhere, get some help. I'll call the police.

Look, he was trying to kill us.

Please, let's go.

Ray Birch. Jimmy here.

Yes, Jimmy.

Eddie's haul was over 270,000.

Say that again.

You heard, Sarge.

Two hundred and seventy thousand.

Okay, thanks, Jimmy.

Keep it under your hat, will you?

Eddie's girlfriend Suzie just come back from a holiday in Bali with some young stud.

Seems she came into some money.

Question is, Derek, old son, just how much?

Tom Stewart, please.

Not here at the moment.

Ray Birch here, where is he?

Oh, no idea, Sergeant, some private project.

Just tell him I want a chat.

Hit a roo, eh?

Yeah, a big one.

Christ, it didn't give in easy.

Rammed me into the bank.

Front end's the problem.

No worries.

You and the missus need a bed for the night?

I think we might.

Fix that, too.

See you.

You drink whiskey?

Yes, straight.

I need a bit of water.

Tea's on the table, Bert!

Coming, Ma.

Not saying much, are you?

No.

Mind if I ask you a stupid question?

That's your job, isn't it?

No, I'm just curious, really.

The sort of work you do, uh...

Why do you do it?

Why do you do it?

Delusions of grandeur, I think.

Well, I'm not like you, I like what I do.

Come on, the money's great.

Buy you a lot of freedom?

Not always.

So, you want to tell me what this is all about?

Just interested in Suzie's welfare.

And?

And how honest our reporter friend is.

Will you be all right in there?

I'm used to taking care of myself.

How'd you get involved with a bloke like Morris, then?

At the time I really needed someone to look after me.

And he was it.

And then he got so jealous and possessive.

It was suffocating.

Are you doing this just for the story?

Yeah, I suppose I am.

Bad habit, that.

So, that's the stud.

Didn't take her long to forget about Eddie.

Amazing what a little money can buy, isn't it?

We off, then?

No. No.

I'll handle this one on me own.

Just let them settle in a bit, I think.

Okay, lover boy, out!

Out!

How much money did Stewart give you?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Suzie, trust me.

A few grand.

How many grand, exactly?

Aren't you tired?

I should be, but I'm not.

Thinking up some more questions?

You know,

all I ever do is think up questions.

Are you married, Tom?

Hmm? You married?

Yes, I was.

I'm divorced.

What happened?

I was a prick.

And I didn't respect what I had.

Most people don't.

Well, they should.

You know something?

It might not be too late.

All right, young Tom, what have you done with it all?

I want Stewart.

I want his ass, wherever it is.

Do you want to tell me why?

No. That's clear enough.

So you never were a tour guide?

No, that was just a story I used to get away for a while.

So I could breathe.

And Enderby, he just happened to be a partner at the Ravenshead place.

Great mix of careers, prominent surgeon, brothel owner.

And what did you do when that idea didn't work?

Well, Vivian came up with a plan that I should die.

Ironic, isn't it?

She said if I just disappeared

that Morris wouldn't stop until he found me.

Look, Bert said there's a bike in that old shed.

I'll ride over and see how the car's going.

Maybe we can get out of here.

I won't be long.

How's the car going?

Some roo you hit.

Sure was.

Tell me, does that phone work?

It did yesterday.

Good one.

News desk.

Neil Bradshaw, please.

Hello? Call for Neil Bradshaw.

Mr. Bradshaw.

Yes?

Hello?

Hello?

So, how much longer with the car?

Another few hours.

Right, I'll be back then.

Okay.

Did they find Morris?

No, Bert would have said if they had.

Did you phone the story in?

No, I didn't.

Bert?

Tom?

Whatever happened, it doesn't matter.

Stop.

Long way from home, aren't you, old son?

Nice old mess we got into, didn't we?

Look, the girl exists,

and she must have killed Martin.

Because I bloody well didn't.

And why the fuck can't I see my lawyer?

Take it easy.

All in good time.

Ray, we both know I didn't kill anybody.

Do we?

Well, what's the go, Ray?

Still no sign of your mystery woman.

What fucking mystery?

Oh, come on, cut the bullshit.

There's only a few places she could be.

Look, if you pull your finger out,

it's not hard to find her, you owe me that much.

I owe you nothing.

Well, we found her.

Where?

Barbara Helmsley's place.

Helmsley's? Mmm-hmm.

Good.

Charge her and let me go!

Pardon?

Charge her and let me go, Ray.

What with, Tom?

Ah, come on, Ray,

Morris wasn't even going to hurt her,

let alone kill her.

Morris was a lunatic.

So?

He's supposed to have murdered four people.

Perfectly simple, old son,

self defense.

Your story, however, still doesn't add up.

My story?

How does it go again?

She pushes you out of the way,

grabs the wheel, drives Morris off the road.

Yeah.

Very thin, mate.

Ray, what are you saying, exactly?

I'm saying, shut up.

And you can walk away from here.

Start playing reporter again

and you'll end up in the shit.

There are still unsolved murders out there

and you've been a regular observer.

Could be made to look pretty bad.

Are you serious?

Do you think anyone's going to believe that?

Tom, go home.

I've run out of favors.

Annie, you home?

What are you doing to me? What?

Ray Birch was in my home, treated me like a piece of shit

and took all your precious money. Oh, no!

Annie, when was he here? Look, I don't need to be...

When was he here?

When was he here?

Yesterday. Oh, shit.

Annie, I'm sorry. I really am, but I've got to go.

Tom!

I'll be back, Annie.

You are so fucking irresponsible! I'm sorry.

Where's Birch?

He's not around.

You know where he is? No idea.

Stewart.

I'll let you in on a little secret.

And what's that?

It's over for him. Internal want him for a scapegoat.

You serious?

Ray's had it and he knows it.

Thanks.

Where is she?

Mr. Stewart.

You're too late, she's on a flight to New York today.

She wouldn't be on her own, would she?

Hello?

Mick, you got to meet me at Circular Quay in about 20 minutes.

Now don't fuck around, you be there, all right?

All right, I'll be there.

Don't bother, Mr. Stewart.

Hello, Ray.

Excuse me.

Hey, Ray.

Tom.

I suppose you know what's happening here.

I think I finally tumbled to it.

So where do we go from here?

Do me one favor, Ray.

Don't come back.

What are you going to do?

Nothing.

Nothing?

What should I do?

Chase my ass round in circles for the rest of my life?

It's not worth it, Mick, it's all bullshit.

So you're gonna let him get away with it, are you?

Mate, they deserve each other.

And that's it, is it?

Maybe.

I told you I'd be back.

Annie.

I know you've heard all this before, but

I am sorry.

What happened with Birch?

He just made a very serious mistake.

One that was meant for me.

Are you serious about us?

You bet I am.

There's a passbook here,

and it's got $150,000 in it.

For us.

I knew there was a reason liked you.