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Fairbank's investigation has produced absolutely nothing.

Well, then why are they gonna fly Sammy back?

Because everyone's stories don't add up.

Fuck!

Is that Scott?

The way that you left my house last night. Are you OK?

I can't get past this, Mum. She's the only one who might understand.

Is that Frank's file?

You can't have been happy about his relationship with Cathy Pascall.

Cathy was a friend.

Hello, Cathy?

So on the afternoon of Feb 27,

you were with Jim Cooper?

I can tell you the exact day, because my period was due

and we spent all afternoon, you know...

You're gonna tell Bev that you need her to change her story.

The baby could be mine!

Pool filters, that's code for meeting here.

You are going to answer my questions.

(SNORING)

Give me your fucking money or I'll kill you!

- (SCREAMS) - Oh!

- Ow! - Shit!

Why did you do that, you fucking idiot?

- I thought it would be funny. - Well, it wasn't.

I nearly shat my pants.

Oh, definitely drew mud.

It's nice to, you know, see you.

Yeah, you too.

- Well, how was it in there? - I reckon they've got nothing.

As long as they haven't got a body, right?

- Fuckin' titties. - Yeah.

Quiet beer to celebrate?

- Yeah, just one, yeah. - Yeah, of course.

Can you get my bag?

Thanks.

Pleasure.

- (TOOTS HORN) - Sorry.

I bumped it.

- (TOOTS HORN) - Stop it this instant!

You did not just do that.

They are lying. They're all lying!

- Who? - Who?!

- The Coopers! - Of course.

- Sorry. - I knew their story stank.

I knew it from the get-go.

That's called your sixth sense. My mama used to call it 'shining'.

Samantha Cooper repeatedly stated that Jim was at their home.

They are bullshitting!

Oh! Hey, have we got Bev coming in tomorrow?

Uh... day after.

OK, well, we need to get Bev's formal witness statement

that Jim Cooper was at her place.

And then we get to the bottom of who fired the gun.

You reckon that's the key to the case?

Emily, a man goes missing

and on the same day he disappears,

his neighbours lie through their teeth about a gunshot.

I've never been more sure about anything in my life.

I wonder if the Coopers did it.

Maybe. That's what we got to figure out, Emily.

Who did it.

Oh, and why.

Whoa, Fairbank!

You look like Kirk Cameron.

- Are you off to celebrate? - Not tonight, Emily.

I'm gonna tail the Coopers.

I want to get more of a handle on who these people are.

Oh, can I come?

You are not ready for undercover obs.

These people are very clever, Emily.

But you know what?

You're cleverer?

Precisely.

I get the feeling this family know exactly what they're doing.

(THEME MUSIC)

- WOMAN: There's your ticket. - Thanks.

That'll be drawn about 9 o'clock. Good luck.

Okey-dokey.

- Oi. - Yeah?

Chicken rissoles in the meat tray raffle tonight.

Boom! What's that?

It's my contract with my lawyer in London.

- The prick who stole your house? - No, my new lawyer.

Who I'm pretty sure has also stolen my house.

(SNORTS) Cheers, pap smears.

- (BURPS) - Oh, God, what a day.

I know, right? I had to convince Bev to lie to the cops.

What?

Well, she told them I was at hers when the gunshot went off.

I've just repeatedly told Fairbank that you were at home.

Relax! Alright? I've asked her to change her story.

- How'd that go? - Great.

She said nothing I said made sense

and she was gonna get to the bottom of it.

How is that great?

Well, in that I sensed a little bit of chemistry between us.

Oh, my God. Are you out of your stupid mind?!

Hey, calm down, alright? She's changed. She's preggers now.

Getting pregnant doesn't make you a good person.

Most of these arseholes are parents.

Who are you calling an arsehole, you fat, ginger bitch?

- Idiot! - Moll!

Sammy, that kid could be my mine.

It could also be many, many, many, many, many, many other men's.

See, that's what Mum said.

Only you used the word 'many' a few more times.

You cannot believe anything that Bev tells you.

- Look at what she did to me. - I know!

I know.

It's just you all left and Bev and I broke up

and... in the stress of it all I've had no-one.

Except for Mum.

But we can't do fun stuff together

like get pissed and root each other.

Bev was all I had.

Yeah, well, do you know what?

I think you can do better.

Really? - Yeah, really.

- Do you know what you need to do? - Look after my heart.

No! You need to fuck someone else.

- Oh, nah, I'm not ready for that. - Yes, you are.

You need to give someone else a chance.

Maybe somebody who doesn't sell all my shit and leave me homeless.

(CHUCKLES)

Um, one for the road?

I don't know. I feel like we should get home.

Come on. Double JD and coke to finish.

Yeah, OK.

Hey, while you're at the bar, talk to the waitress.

You need to, you know, practice talking to women.

- Hey, Linda. - Hey.

Listen, I want to kick things up a gear,

so let's have two JD and cokes and make them doubles.

No worries.

Who ordered the Shirley Temple?

Enjoy.

OK, well, if you two don't want any more to eat,

it's probably time you turned in for the night.

It's not that late.

- Why isn't Mum back yet? - I don't know, love.

But, well, wherever your mum and your uncle are,

you can be sure that they're doing everything to keep you two safe.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

I might just go for a walk.

Bed.

- Deanne. - Hi, Jean. Sorry it's late.

Um... I heard the news that Sammy's been flown back.

Has there been a breakthrough?

'Cause no-one's telling me anything.

Yeah, sorry, I... I don't know anything either.

Um... Sammy isn't back from the station yet.

Oh, OK, I just thought maybe...

How are you holding up?

Not great.

I miss him.

I feel like I'm going mad... not knowing.

Yeah, it's hell.

Jean, this happened to you.

How did you get through it?

Yeah, I'm probably not the best example.

I go to AA, try and keep busy.

You have to learn to live with not knowing, OK?

And it doesn't get any easier.

Yeah, I just wish I had a better answer.

OK. You'll let me know if you hear anything?

Yeah, of course. Sammy will be back soon.

I'll let you know if there is any news.

God.

Oh, God.

- Oh! - Come on!

Ooh, eat a dick!

Oh, hi, Linda. - Jim.

Oh, I'm his sister.

Oh, nice that you guys hang out.

Yeah, I mean, we hang out all the time.

That is, of course, when I'm not busy pursuing my other hobbies,

which include weightlifting,

and shredding on the electric guitar.

(WHISPERS) Jim.

Cool. Yeah, I play a bit of bass.

Bev played the bass.

Bev's our grandmother.

She's dead.

So I'm single.

Number 12?

Steamed fish and chips with veggies and no chips.

(WHISTLES)

- Oh, fuck! - Eat shit.

And I think Linda likes you!

Best night I've had in ages.

Oh, for God's sake!

Come on!

I hate this stupid... No! No!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Don't worry about it, Sammy. It's just a contract.

I have to read this!

I never read contracts before I sign them.

Then you're an idiot.

Sammy, what if you just stayed here?

Well, if the case was closed, then would a life here be so bad?

- Where are we gonna live? - In the house, you idiot.

Jim, you couldn't wait to get rid of us.

No, I just... I just missed you a little bit.

Yeah, alright, well, what if you meet another skanky whore?

You know, are you gonna kick us out again?

- I would never do that. - Really? You wouldn't do that?

That's exactly what happened with Bev.

Well, you know why, Sammy?

Because you fucked off for 20 years

and then came back acting like a stuck up bitch.

Yeah, the only reason I fucked off

is because this town is like a shit-filled toilet.

No, it's not, ya cunt!

Bev, sent us back to London homeless

and you've still got feelings for her.

How do I know you're not going to do that to me again?

Oh!

How dare you?

After all I've done for you and your kids,

you are still just an arsehole.

Yeah?

And maybe you need to grow up

and build a proper life for yourself, like I have.

Have some kids of your own instead of pretending Bev's is yours.

Don't touch me!

- I'll touch you if I want to. - Yeah? You want a go, do you?

You want a go? You want to make something of this?

Ah! Ah, shit.

Alright, come on.

Ah, shit!

Alright, karate.

It's where I live, Sammy. It's where I live. Argh!

Alright, you have poked the bear, Sammy!

(GRUNTS)

Argh!

Fight, you little bloody ripper!

(KNOCKING)

- Hey. - Hey. Can I come in?

- Yeah, yeah. Please. - OK.

- (THUD!) - Oh, my God!

Hello.

Hi.

What's Tess doing?

She fell asleep listening to The Cure and designing her gravestone.

Jesus. Alright.

She's changed.

Yeah.

So has your mum decided yet how long you're staying or... ?

She... she rarely has a plan.

I'm just glad we're back.

Yeah, I've been...

... really lonely without you guys.

What about Scott?

Um, we broke up.

I got bored of him getting high all the time.

And when you left, I wanted to leave too.

I figured boarding school was my only way out.

Do you still want to go?

Now you're back? No.

These letters you wrote to me,

they meant so much to me, just knowing I wasn't alone.

I wanted to talk to you so much. I can't talk about this with anyone.

Oh, I know. I feel like you're the only one who understands...

Me too. I don't sleep anymore.

I don't know if it's just the guilt of what we did. Or what I did.

Lenny, you can't beat yourself up over this.

Well, how can I not?

Well, it was an accident.

And if it was anyone's fault, it was Dad's.

Wait, do you really think that?

Yeah.

And the only guilt I have is... I don't even feel bad.

What do you mean?

He's... he's dead because of me.

It's not your fault, alright?

I'm not gonna wreck my life feeling sorry for him,

not after what he did to me.

It's wrecking my life. I haven't slept in six months.

You don't understand what I had to live through.

No, you don't understand what I've had to live through.

We had to go to the other side of the world.

OK, well, I was his punching bag.

My whole family is carrying this and you're just shrugging it off?

I'm not shrugging it off!

I thought you, of all people, might understand.

See you later.

- (DOOR OPENS) - SAMMY: Three rissoles, two of us.

Who's gonna win?

JIM: Well, we know the answer to that, Sammy,

because I'm having two and you're having one.

Newsflash, two balls for me. Sammy's mouth.

- I'm having the T-bone, 'cause I... - 15 minutes.

Mum.

Hey, I thought you'd be in bed by now.

Where have you two been?

We just... went out for a quiet drink.

Who did this to you?

Did you do this to each other?

Those kids lives are hanging in the balance

and you're out brawling in bars?

I know, I agree completely.

And I've explained to Jim it's time to...

- ... grow up. - Shut up, Sammy!

Shut up, Sammy.

No more fighting, no more brawling in bars.

In fact, no more drinking.

BOTH: What?!

I have to go up the Central Coast tomorrow. Have to get up very early.

- Goodnight, kids. - Goodnight, Mum.

Goodnight, Mummy.

(WHISPERS) Oh, my God.

- Do you know what your problem is? - No.

- Well, I'm gonna tell you. - I'm not gonna listen.

- Yes, you are, Sammy. - Mm-mm.

Alright, just for that you're not going to get any chicken s...

Hey, listen, you're not gonna get any chicken sausages.

- (GASPS) But I won them! - I bought the raffle tickets!

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Beverly.

Jim.

- Can I come in? - Um...

Well, well, well.

I bet you weren't expecting to see me in this town ever again.

I was, actually.

It's in The Tribune.

Does my hair really look that boofy?

- Yes. - Yeah.

Look, I'm just gonna get straight to it.

First, your mum pays off my gambling debt,

then you meet me in the car park

with that stupid story to get me to lie to the coppers.

It wasn't that stupid!

Then I see that Sammy's been flown back by the cops.

Looks to me like you're in seven different shades of shit.

So...

... I'm not lying to the coppers.

You don't have to lie, you just have to change your story a bit.

- No, that's perjury, Jim. - Oh, wow.

Now's the time you've decided that you can't lie.

Well, I can...

... if you make it worth my while.

Alright. Here we go.

So what do you want this time, Bev?

You want the house? Dad's Bentley?

- My liver? - An education.

What would you want that for?

Look, I'm pretty much smarter than everyone I've ever met,

but I look and I sound like this.

I don't want my kid going through life

having to deal with dipshits and morons like I have.

So if it's a girl,

I want her to go to Waitara Ladies College.

If it's a boy, St Ives.

You pay for that, then I'll lie to the coppers.

We can't afford that!

You'll find a way if you're as fucked as I think you are.

I want to start seeing money in a trust account next week.

Do you need a hand?

What do you mean, "Does she need a hand?"

- All she's got to do is open the door. - I'm alright.

Thanks for asking.

- What are we going to do now? - Shut up.

Just let me think.

- (LAUGHS) - (PHONE RINGS)

Oh, God.

Chris George's office. How can I help?

You what?

What?

Oh, right, yeah, I'll pass it on.

Oh, wait, who shall I say called?

Uh...

Don Johnson just rang, says your pool filters are ready for collection.

What, they're ready now?

I didn't know you have a pool.

Yeah, I do.

I thought the pool was at the house you lost in the divorce.

Got a new one. But you live in an apartment block.

Yeah, it's in the apartment block.

Saltwater or chlorine?

Chlorine.

How many metres?

25.

- It's pretty small. - It'll do.

Why is Don Johnson calling you?

Why isn't he calling the building manager?

- I've been put in charge of the pool. - Why you?

Building manager's sick.

- What's wrong with him? - Food poisoning.

- What did he eat? - Mongolian beef.

- Where from? - The Silk Dragon.

(MUTTERS) Jesus.

We have to change the code word

'cause I can't answer questions about pool filters.

Oh. Hi, Sammy.

Hey, Chris. How are you?

Awesome.

I'm in love with my new girlfriend. She's a total babe.

Great.

So why did you call me here? The code's for emergencies.

Alright, we've got a Bev problem.

She's not gonna lie to the cops

unless we send her kid to Waitara Ladies College.

Or St Ives, if it's a boy.

But personally, I think single sex schools turn boys into arseholes

and girls into sluts.

What do you think?

Bev wants you to send her kid to a posh school?

Yeah, so the kid doesn't have to mix with dipshits and morons like us.

The one thing I've learned about getting blackmailed

is you gotta show them not to fuck with you.

Hey, let's not go in too hard, alright?

Remember, she's with child and it could be mine.

It could also be many, many, many... many others.

Hey, Jim, have you got any dirt on her?

- Not off the top of my head. - Hang on.

You told me she still collects all the pensions of her dead relatives.

Oh, something worse than that.

Didn't you tell me that she illegally imports coyote pelts?

Anything worse?

Didn't you tell me that she worked as an optician

with absolutely no training for eight years?

I still don't get how that scam worked.

Alright, you're not gonna like this,

but I know people from years ago,

but they deal with problems like this.

Hey, she's pregnant.

They're not gonna hurt her, Jim.

They're just gonna give her a bit of a fright.

- Absolutely not. - I don't know, Chris.

You want my help or not?

She's not fucking around, so you need to show her you mean business.

Hey, I will not have Bev threatened.

Hang on a second. She's the one threatening us.

It sounds like they're not gonna hurt her.

Like, it'd just be a bit of light shoving

and, you know, swearing in her face, right?

- Right. - Oh, my God!

Will you listen to yourselves? No! Absolutely not.

I know you've always hated Bev,

and all you care about is your election.

You know what? Maybe Bev's right.

Maybe you all are just dipshits and morons.

Hey! I am just trying to keep us out of jail, especially my son.

- I will deal with Bev. - Yeah, well, you tried that.

Well, I'll think of something.

In the meantime, you two just stay away from her.

Alright?

Alright.

And, oh...

And this pool filter meeting is adjourned.

You know, I feel like London was a lot cooler in the '70s, actually.

It's all really mainstream now.

- You don't remember the '70s. - Hi, guys.

- Lenny. - Hey.

- No, I'm OK. - Oh, can I bum one?

You smoke?

These are a little strong.

They've got more tyre in them than the Pacific Highway.

- (COUGHS) - You right?

- (CONTINUES COUGHING) - Keep the pack.

I've got 18 cartons.

So, guys, look what I've got.

Fake ID.

Who wants to go get some beers?

Bo, that looks nothing like you.

Well, that's 'cause you're not racist.

I go to a bottle shop run by a prick who thinks we all look the same.

So who's in?

Don't really feel like it right now.

Tess? Abby?

Nah, sorry. Tonnes of homework.

Alcohol is just another form of social control.

It's legalised poison.

Wow, OK.

Well, check you losers later.

I'm going to the park to drink beer on my own.

You guys want to go for a walk?

- Sure. - No, I'm good.

Still pretty jet lagged. So...

Yeah, right.

Alright, let's go.

I haven't been around here since you left.

Felt too lonely.

- God, I'm really glad you're back. - Oh, me too.

Oh, hey, how are you getting on with maths?

When I left, you thought a parabola was a large Mexican hat.

Nah, actually, I think I just said that to make you laugh.

I can go back to tutoring you, if you like.

Actually, I'm OK. Get this.

I topped the half-yearly test.

- Wow! - I know.

That's crazy.

I actually like it now I understand it.

I'm doing calculus at the moment.

Oh. I haven't done that yet.

Well, maybe I can help you with it.

That'd be a bit weird, eh?

It'd be OK.

Education is just another tool of class oppression anyway.

Nah, thanks.

I'm on the football team. Training's really full-on.

You should join.

We could go to practice together

and I can show you how to throw and shit.

It'd be great.

I find football is just another expression of masculine aggression.

It's just touch, jeez.

Do you want to go for a swim?

- Swimsuits are misogyny. - What?

Alright, then, well, what do you want to do?

- Why are you angry? - I'm not angry.

It's just...

... you've changed.

So have you.

I thought this would be a little bit different.

Sorry if we're not as fun as we were.

- I'm not saying that, am I? - It's been hard, especially on Lenny.

- I know that. - Yeah, but you don't.

How do you know?

What do you think it's been like for me, Tess? I've had no-one here.

I don't know, Abby. But you seem to be doing better than ever.

OK.

- I better get back. - Yeah, me too.

I'll hang back. You go.

(SIGHS)

(RINGS DOORBELL)

Keep going. Keep going.

(PLAYS RECORDER)

Cathy.

Jean.

You got here.

Yep.

You don't look any different.

Yeah, I... I know I'm late.

- I'm so sorry. - No, it's not to worry.

We were nearly finished.

Laura, can you go into the next room and practice your scales?

And why don't you have another go at Ode to Joy?

- Wow, still teaching. - I retired.

- I still do private music lessons. - Yeah.

- It's good money. - You play the piano.

Oh, yes. And the flute.

And the singing.

Were you fucking my husband?

(SIGHS)

I'll go and put the kettle on.

Before you do anything, I'd like an answer.

It wasn't like that, Jean.

When Brian died, Frank was very good to me.

(SCOFFS) Oh, please.

What, checking in on you

while you were giving my son chocolate sprinkles

to stay out of the way while you were fixing things.

Yes, we were fixing things.

- He came here to talk. - Oh, please!

He wanted to stop drinking.

Frank? You've got to be kidding.

He knew I got sober.

So he came here because he wanted to know how.

- Mm-hm. - And what did you tell him?

I told him you would never get better together.

Did you tell him to leave me?

Yes.

The two of you were killing each other, Jean.

He said you tried to stop together,

but the booze won every time.

Was it around the time that he drowned?

- I don't remember. - (PLAYS RECORDER LOUDLY)

Hey, little girl, can you just... can you go, please?

You're saying Frank...

... wanted to leave me so he could get better?

Yes.

But he couldn't leave.

So...

So when he drowned, was it a...

... a fucking accident or... ?

Oh, God.

Jean...

Hey, don't hurt her, OK?

Just... just, you know, scare her a bit.

Got it.

I mean, we just want to give her a bit of a fright.

She's the one who threatened us.

- Sammy! - Yeah?

He does this a lot.

OK.

I know what I'm doing.

Just a bit of light witness tampering.

Yes, that is perfect. Great.

No violence.

Good.

I mean, you can swear at her.

Hey, call her a thieving little bitch.

No, call her a slut. Call her a fat fucking slut.

Just see how it feels when you get in the room.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Who are you? Do I know you?

Can I please come in for a word?

Look, if this is about the gambling debt, I'm paid up.

This isn't about the gambling debt.

If it's about the dialysis machine, no-one was using it.

This isn't about the dialysis machine.

May I please come in?

You know I'm pregnant.

I can see that.

You do know that pregnancy makes a woman very territorial.

Just let me come in and I'll explain everything.

Understood?

SAMMY: How long is this going to take?

Just let him do his job. He's one of the best.

(HIGH-PITCHED VOICE) The woman's an animal!

"He's one of the best."

Fuck!

Oh.

Oh!

Oh.

Ooh, ooh.

Oh, oh, oh. (GROANS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Yep.

Oh, hey. Bev, can we just talk tomorrow? I...

Uh...

Ooh, ooh.

- (KNOCK AT DOOR) - (PANTS)

JIM: Bev?

(GRUNTS, GROANS)

- (PANTS) - Hey.

- Oh, oh, oh. - Hey, are you OK?

Sorry, I had no-one else to call.

It's OK. I'm glad you called me.

You shouldn't be happy. It's not due for another six weeks.

I think I brought it on when I beat up that guy.

Beat up what guy?

I don't know who he was or what he wanted, but I did not like his vibe!

OK, OK. It's alright.

I don't know what to do!

- This feels all wrong. - OK.

I think we just need to get to the hospital, OK?

Oh, maybe I don't need to go to hospital.

- Maybe this is normal! - Oh, no. This is not normal, alright?

Let's go to the hospital now.

- No! I'm scared! - I know you're scared.

You're scaring the shit out of me too.

- Come on. - No, I can't do this.

You can! You listen to me, alright?

You are Beverly Spray, for God's sake.

No-one's a match for you.

You're the meanest bitch I've ever met.

Thank you.

- Ooh! Oh, oh. - Alright, now let's go.

I also don't think we can back out of this now, so let's go.

- I'll be with you the whole time. - Oh. Ooh!

- (YELLS GIBBERISH) - Give me the smokes.

(SCREAMS)

- OK. Nearly there. - Slow down.

I'm sorry, I just really want to get there, OK?

- I'm not gonna make it, Jim. - Yes, you are.

- Yes, you are. Just... - (GROANS)

... put on some music.

Oh, a lovely calming song. Isn't this a lovely calming song?

You have to pull over and help me.

- Help with what?! - Fuckin' change a tyre!

What do you fuckin' think?! It's coming!

No, it's not coming.

It's not coming till we get to the hospital. Just cross your legs.

I can't. It's coming. It's coming!

No, I can't do this, Bev. I can't do anything!

Yes, you can! Don't be such a baby!

(SCREAMS)

Argh!

Oh, Jesus!

You've made quite a mess back here, huh?

At least you're not constipated anymore.

(GROANS)

Remember the last time we were in the back of a car?

Yeah. It's the full circle of life.

Watch it! It's coming out!

- My God! - Argh!

It's here! I can see the head!

- Just help me get it out! - What do I do?

Just grab the head and fucking pull!

(BOTH SCREAM)

(BABY MURMURS)

(WHISPERS) Look what you made.

You want to hold her?

Hey. Oh.

Wow. She's heavy, isn't she?

Yeah.

So have we decided on a name yet?

No. Thought I had a lot more time to think about it.

Well, how much more time did you think you had?

Well, she wasn't due for another six weeks.

Honey, that baby weighs over 10 pounds.

I know. I'm lucky she's so big.

Premature babies, they simply aren't...

Well, they don't...

I mean, they can't weigh that much.

- Are you sure? - That baby is full term.

Her skin's peeling, which means she's late.

You're saying she's not six weeks early?

If she was six weeks early, she'd be in an incubator.

Definitely.

That's impossible.

I was still having a period when we met.

Did you see a doctor at all during your pregnancy?

Not really, no.

Well, she's beautiful.

I'll leave you to it.

- Jim... - It's OK.

I know she's not mine.

She can't be.

- I had no idea when I met you. - Do you know who the father is?

It will be extremely difficult to narrow it down.

Where are you going?

To get coffees.

Oh.

I thought you were leaving.

- Oh, I'll go if you want me to. - No, I don't want you to.

- Well, good. I don't want to. - Really?

I brought that little girl into this world.

And I'm not walking out on her now.

I'll change my story for the cops.

I don't care why you want me to. I'll just do it.

You're not gonna blackmail me?

Well, not this time, no.

Hey... we need to think of a name.

I like Frances.

That is pure fucking class.

- Frances. - Yeah.

Frankie.

Nah, Frankie's a whore.

Frances...

... is an escort.

Hm.

Has Bev still not come in?

Can I charge her for that?

We need to talk.

Look, Jim, I...

(GAGS) Jim, what is that smell?

Ugh!

What have you done in here?

Have you shat in here and then spewed on the shit?!

(GASPS, GAGS)

I delivered Bev's baby in the back of my car.

Can't get it open.

You have to lift it a bit.

(GASPS, COUGHS)

I probably should give that a rinse before the next lesson.

Hey, Jim, we've got to talk about Bev.

I mean, this is becoming a crisis.

She's agreed to change her story.

Really?

That's great.

Sammy, before Bev went into labour,

she beat the shit out of some bloke who came to her house.

Really?

Shattered his clavicle.

You and Chris didn't have any...

Hey, I would not do that, OK? I'm a mother.

I'm not gonna go and do that to another mother.

- There is a code. - Yeah, OK.

- Boy or a girl? - It's a girl.

- Name? - I suggested Frances.

And Bev loved the idea.

Frank.

Jim, I understand why you want that baby to be yours.

- She's not mine. - Yeah, no shit.

But I am gonna be involved in that child's life.

OK, but I'm never gonna be able to trust Bev.

I don't want to see you getting hurt either.

Thanks.

Listen, I've been thinking, um...

... it might look a bit suss if we just skip town again,

so, um, I thought we might stay on for a bit.

Yeah?

Well, you know...

... this is your home too.

Hey.

Sorry, it's just...

It's just been an emotional day, Sammy.

(GAGS)

I also think the smell of blood, shit, amniotic fluid and bleach

is really eye-watering.

She never showed.

- Maybe she forgot. - Forgot?

This isn't a blind date or a...

A farewell dinner for a colleague who's moving to Brisbane.

Exactly.

This is an interview with the state police in a suspected murder.

Yeah, I know.

I don't think Beverly Spray understands who she's dealing with.

Police! Open up.

Should we maybe keep our voices down?

They don't really like cops around here.

I don't give a fuck!

Oh! Fairbank!

That's a frozen pork chop, for God's sake!

That's a big baby.

Listen, can you not violently and repeatedly bash on my door?

I'm trying to get her to sleep.

- I didn't know... Uh, when... ? - I didn't know either.

Turns out I had my due date all messed up.

- By six weeks, would you believe? - Right.

We just need to get your formal statement.

It won't take more than 20 minutes.

Like I said, I had my dates all messed up.

Right. That's OK.

I just need you to confirm that you were with Jim

on the afternoon of February the...

There's no way that was the afternoon I thought it was.

It's impossible.

I would have already known I was pregnant by then.

No, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no!

That is not what you said before.

That afternoon in February, Jim left mine

'cause he had to get rid of pigeons or some shit.

Like I said, I had my dates all messed up.

Oh, great.

Thank you. She's crying.

Terrific. Thanks, guys.

No, it's been fantastic. Thank you so much.

Is this a problem?

? Here I go out to sea again ?

? The sunshine fills my hair ?

? And dreams hang in the air ?

? Look at me standing ?

? Here on my own again ?

? Up straight in the sunshine ?

(COUGHS)

? No need to run and hide ?

? It's a wonderful, wonderful life ?

? No need to laugh and cry ?

? It's a wonderful, wonderful life ?

(SAXOPHONE SOLO)

(WONDERFUL LIFE CONTINUES PLAYING DISTANTLY)

? Look at me here ?

- ? Here on my own again... ? - I thought you were dead.

Nah, mate. I'm not dead.

I'm with you for the rest of your life.

? No need to run and hide ?

? It's a wonderful, wonderful life ?

? No need to run and hide ?

? It's a wonderful, wonderful life ?

? Wonderful life. ?

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYS ON TV)

Stop! Police!

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

It's over.

Yeah, well, fuck you!

I never loved you anyway, you useless piece of shit.

No!

The case. It's collapsed.

Oh, right. Come in.

Bev's walked back on her statement,

which puts Jim at home at the time of the gunshot.

She's lying, though, right?

Yeah, but it doesn't matter.

I now have no witness, no motive, no body... no case.

Well, keep investigating.

Just 'cause they tell you to stop, doesn't mean you have to stop.

I've been demoted for costing the department so much money

and causing so much trouble for nothing.

In that case, you should probably stop.

I just... I wanted to deliver justice for Terry

and give his family answers, so they can heal and move on.

And... I failed.

You are not a failure.

I've been made constable.

See? I bet they don't give that job to failures.

Yeah, they do.

I'll be on the beat fining litterbugs and jaywalkers.

I won't even have a gun.

What will you have instead of a gun?

Like a... like a large knife?

A whistle.

The only thing getting me through

is knowing that you can still love me,

even though I'm basically a community support officer.

- Is that the actual job title? - Mm.

Oh... of course I can still love you.

Don't be silly. Why would this change anything?

Surely they'll give you, like, a large baton for beating criminals?

No, just a whistle.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

The car smells weird. Why won't you tell me what happened?

Oh, it's nothing.

What do you mean it's nothing? It smells of toilets and sick.

Yeah, I think that's just Uncle Jim's general smell.

I really don't know why Jim smells the way he smells.

Hey! Look who dropped by.

Jim, can I have a word, please?

Certainly.

Bye-bye.

Jim, what the hell? You know we have to be careful.

Relax, will you? Christos just called.

Fairbank's been kicked off the case.

Gonna be in the papers tomorrow.

We got away with it.

Home and hosed.

Where's my little family?

(CHUCKLES) Hey?

- Hello. - Hello.

Hello, beautiful.

Hello.

Where's your dummy?

Do you want to wave to Aunty Sammy?

Hey, hey! The rubbish goes in the bin, not next to the bin.

(DOG BARKS)

That dog should be on a leash.

(AEROSOLS SPRAY)

Add some white down the side.

Hey! (BLOWS WHISTLE)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(GROANS) What are you doing?

I didn't do anything wrong.

Oh, yeah? And defacing public property isn't doing anything wrong?

The more you fight, the rougher I'm gonna have to be.

Hey, I was just watching!

I don't even have a spray can.

Oh.

Well, watching is not very good either.

God, you cops are all the same.

You just beat the shit out of kids for fun.

You're all just like Terry Harris.

How... how do you know Terry Harris?

Mum! Bev is moving into this house slowly but surely. I know it!

You and I could both get what we want out of this.

That is the fattest baby I've ever seen.

Was Terry ever violent?

Your boyfriend's Darren Fairbank?

I think you know exactly what happened to Terry Harris.

I can't believe you guys snuck out and drank rum and black sambuca!

Sounds like the best fucking party ever!

- (BLOWS RASPBERRY) - I'm Constable Darren Fairbank!

And I'm not stopping now.

I'm a daddy to a little girl. I've seen it all before.

Get the fuck out!