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Here's a plan.

Let's skip phase one.

OK.

I went off the pill.

So you just decided you're going to get pregnant to what,

replace Amir?

Amir can never be replaced.

This is about a new life.

Yeah, that I've got to protect and raise.

No, both of us, Zane.

That both of us will raise and love.

It's not just about you.

TRAVIS: Someone leaked your Reserve Bank robbery,

someone with inside knowledge.

This is Kimberly White.

She's 26 years of age.

She's responsible for scheduling all their security

staff and all money transfers.

Her relationship with Ryan Hunter puts him in the gang.

Hunter's ex-Navy.

He served in Iraq.

He's highly trained in weapons use and explosives.

Police, don't move!

[gunfire]

PATRICIA WRIGHT: Charge him with the attempted murder

of a police officer and the murders

of Jason Rizk and Kasim Yasser.

You think this is done, don't you?

[theme music]

[siren wailing]

Kimberly, you recognize this man?

It's a 45 caliber round in the head.

Your boyfriend Hunter executed both of them.

What's the connection between these men and your boyfriend?

- Ask Ryan. - I'm asking you.

We'd like to organize a meeting between you

and Hunter in jail.

You want me to strap on a wire to entrap my boyfriend?

Would you do that to your wife?

Yeah, if she was responsible for killing my mates.

You worked with some of these guys for two years.

Your boss says you're quite a close knit group.

Family barbecues, get-togethers.

Look at these photos, Kimberly.

Look at what these men did to your mates.

Think of their wives, think of their children.

You've got to change to help them.

You can help us. - No.

Only two people knew the timing and the route that van

was taking-- you and your boss.

Your boss comes up clean.

Pretty well narrows it down, Kimberly, so we

know you made the tip off.

You did this, Kimberly.

Without your input, none of this would have happened.

- No! - Everyone makes mistakes.

You've got to choose to put things right.

We're giving you that chance, Kimberly.

If you want this to go away, tell us

the other people involved.

Sit down!

Sit.

Now, listen, honey.

Your boyfriend Hunter is going away for 20 years to life.

He's never coming out.

Now, you talk to your lawyer.

He'll tell you that if you actively help us convict

these men, the least you'll get is

a sentence reduction, at best full immunity from prosecution.

My lawyer says you've got jack shit.

Well, he's not the one facing 15 years for conspiracy

to murder.

And 15 years is a long time.

You cooperate, it can be halved.

So 15 years or seven, you do the math.

I'm not afraid of jail.

Seven years, you can still get out with your tits

pointing north.

15 years?

Well, that pert little ass will slowly turn to porridge,

your ovaries will shrivel up like prunes.

When you walk out, no one will look at you.

No one will employ you.

And all you'll have to look forward

to is menopause in some rent-assisted shit house

in [inaudible].

Look in the mirror, sweetheart.

I want LDs in every room in her house, and I want

her on 24-hour surveillance.

You got it.

She's loyal.

She's not gonna give up Hunter.

She's a woman in love.

She's delusional.

Wright speaking.

Where?

OK, we'll be on our way.

We've got another body.

Not sure whether we've got a murder or a straight deceased.

This tire mark on the left car suggests

she may be run over, but nothing that says heavy impact.

No glass, paint.

Clothes are intact.

Who found her?

Joel called it in at 5:30 AM.

We've got a name?

No, we can't find any ID.

No personal handbag, nothing.

Crime scene are running tests on the tread pattern.

She's missing a shoe as well.

This wasn't a hit and run.

She was no pedestrian.

What else we got?

One set of footprints.

They're work boot size 11 or 12 and a man's handkerchief.

So only the one set of footprints?

Nothing from her?

- No. - All right.

She didn't die here.

She was dumped here.

The car drove over as he left, which means somewhere out

there is another crime scene.

We need to find it.

You had a chance to get that letter of recommendation

for childcare in?

No, I haven't.

Can I ask why not?

Well, I don't see why you should

get preferential treatment over other mothers

on the waiting list. - I really need this.

Yeah, so do lots of other people.

Got a lead on our Jane Doe.

Girl by the name Madeleine Birch

was reported missing earlier this morning by a flatmate.

Says they went out to a pub, got drunk.

They were hanging out with, and I quote, a bunch

of rugby jock types, not their type,

um, bad jokes and polo shirts.

Says that Madeleine left, got in a taxicab.

That's the last the flatmate saw of her.

Described the driver as 40s, Eastern European appearance,

and dark hair.

Mild strangulation marks are also present around the throat.

Contusions around the victim's wrists,

mouth, eyes, and genital area.

So we're looking at a sexual assault?

Possibly.

She had sex prior to death, rough sex.

Whether that was consensual is for you to decide.

Stick your neck out, Vince, and give us your opinion.

I deal in evidence.

How you interpret it is up to you, superintendent.

You're an expert in forensic medicine.

You know what?

You're one of the privileged few who can give an opinion.

So what did she die of?

Asphyxiation.

We found bile in her lungs.

Around the mouth, there is bruising

and indentation caused by fingernails pressing sharply.

We also found white fibers in her mouth.

A piece of material has been placed in her mouth.

What, like a handkerchief?

Possibly, yes.

The object has triggered a reflex action,

but with her mouth clamped tight, she was unable to expel.

She choked on her own vomit.

Until the offender is apprehended,

we're advising women to exercise extreme caution while traveling

alone, particularly at night.

We're also requesting that the taxi driver who

picked up Madeleine Birch at the Orpheus Nightclub

contact police.

And any member of the public with relevant information

should contact their local police station

or call the crime stoppers number.

Thank you.

You make us all look good, Patricia.

Just doing my job, sir.

I spoke to a little bird about your promotion.

Just between you and me and the big bloke upstairs, it's--

it's looking good.

[phone ringing]

Oliver Troy speaking.

PATRICIA WRIGHT (ON PHONE): Do you own a polo shirt?

Should I?

Do you?

OLIVER TROY (ON PHONE): No.

Well, in that case, I'm gonna take you for dinner.

I'm thinking the Boathouse.

Oh, I have to work late tonight.

Well, delegate.

OLIVER TROY (ON PHONE): You don't much around, do you?

I'm booking the table for 8:00, so don't be late.

Do you think she's made us?

I don't care if she has.

Let her sweat.

She doesn't look to me like the sweating type.

She's in way over her head.

You think so?

Or do you think she's controlling the affair?

I think she's enjoying it.

TRAVIS: Hunter's got her on a string.

LIM: Yeah, maybe.

Shouldn't underestimate her.

That's all I'm saying.

[honking]

Sorry, ma'am.

Ma'am, you mind finding another cab?

There a ring around the corner.

You just cost me a $50 fare, man.

You'll make it up pretty quick, I'm sure.

This won't take very long.

What's your name, sir?

Nowitski.

Well, Mr. Nowitski, I'm sure you're

aware we're conducting random license and registration

checks in the area.

Yeah, while you're conducting, we go broke.

Are you licensed to drive this cab, sir?

Yes.

OK, that looks nothing like you.

I look better in the flesh, no?

Can I see your driver's license, please?

I'm--

Mind if I take a look?

Your driver's license.

Mr. Roman Wisniewski, this looks much more like you.

Do you mind stepping out of the cab for me, please?

Look, I admit, I am using my friend's

license just to make some money on the side, you know?

Away from the eye of the taxman--

Step out of the cab, please.

--who likes nothing better in life but to bust my balls.

Step out of the cab for me, please, sir.

Come on.

I need to get the cab back.

Couldn't you just write me a ticket?

Would you prefer doing this down at the station?

Wis what?

Wis-- yeah, Wisniewski.

You want to spell that for me?

Wisniewski.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know him.

He's a nasty piece of work.

Three years Long Bay for aggravated sexual assault,

a couple of rape charges dismissed for lack of evidence.

Bring him down to the station.

Bring him in.

OK, can you tell us where you were between 1:00 and 3:00

AM this morning.

You ask me about my license.

Anything else, I don't need to answer.

We contacted the owner of the cab you drive,

and he confirms you had a Saturday night shift.

So why you ask me?

You know everything.

Where did your shift take you?

Sydney.

ZANE MALIK: Where in Sydney?

Kings Cross?

Sydney--

Can you be more specific, please, sir?

Did you go to Botany?

Why you keep asking me these questions?

Answer the question, please.

I know why.

It's the dead girl.

And I can tell you right now, I had nothing to do with it.

Well, can you tell us where you were between 1:00 and 3:00

AM this morning? - I already told you.

I don't have to answer these questions.

Only about my taxi license.

And you know why you don't have your license, don't you?

Because no one wants a convicted sex

offender driving their daughter home.

Detective Wright, why am I not surprised?

You're speaking to a Detective Superintendent now.

Show some respect.

Superintendent now?

They promote you for what?

Stitching up innocent people?

Oh, no one stitched you up.

Well, the judge and the 12-person jury did not agree,

but that's not enough for you.

Here you are, trying again.

If you want to clear your name,

tell us where you were between 1:00 and 3:00.

It's very simple.

Asleep in the cab.

Oh, so you're telling us that you

were asleep during a Saturday prime time shift?

Can anyone verify that?

How do I know?

I was asleep.

Get the boys to take him downstairs and charge him.

With what?

Well, driving under a false identity would do for a start.

So you tried this guy for rape?

I put him away for a minor sexual assault,

but there were other cases that fell over at committal.

The one decent brief we get, and the judge

rules his prior conviction's inadmissible.

Then his barrister tears the victim's

sexual and psychological history to shreds on the stand.

So he walked.

Yeah.

Murder doesn't fit his profile.

Oh, no. His profile matches.

It's just that this time he's made sure

that she can't take the stand.

LIM: Just wait here a moment.

[knocking on door]

Boss.

We may have another victim.

A man's just come in, saying that his girlfriend was

raped by a cabbie a couple months ago.

OK, bring him in.

Do you want to come in, sir?

Yeah.

Simon, this is Superintendent Patricia Wright.

Hi.

Take a seat.

I think this rapist killer is the same bastard

that attacked my girlfriend.

She refuses to talk about it.

All I know is, is Ximena's normally a fun, happy woman.

And-- and the night she got into that taxi, everything changed.

I take it that you didn't report it to the police?

Do you think she'd agree to talk to me?

We were on the M4 when he asked me if I

could afford the full fare.

I said I could.

He said he had students running off without paying

and he wanted proof.

I only had 10-- $10, but I assured him my boyfriend would

cover it at the other end.

The next thing I knew, he was taking

this exit ramp off the freeway.

I heard the sound of the central lock clicking.

He pulled up in this industrial estate.

There was no one around.

He started demanding payment.

I tried to get out, but he grabbed my arm.

And I screamed, but there was no one.

He twisted my arm so hard.

And then he pulled out this knife from under his seat.

And I knew when I looked in his eyes that I could die there.

And he was calling me all sorts of names.

And all I could think was that I would live

or I would die depending on what I did.

What did you do?

I chose to live.

You did the right thing.

Did I?

Yes, you have to stand up to this man.

I'm not taking this any further.

If I go to court with this, no one

is going to believe my story.

Hi, Mr. Wisniewski.

How are you doing?

What do you want?

We're here to offer you the chance

to take part in an identification

parade in relation to a sexual assault

and murder which took place in Botany on October the 10th.

There's also another sexual assault,

which took place in Parramatta on the 19th of August.

You want to take part?

Do you want to take part in this ID parade?

Yes or no.

So you can try and load me up again?

Screw you!

Boss.

Boss, we haven't got a warrant.

Hey!

Boss, even if you find something, we can't use it!

Where are you going?

Nice place you got.

Now, we need you to come down to the station

to submit to a DNA test.

You can say no if you want, but I can get a court order.

You already have my DNA on file

since that first time you tried to fit me up.

Oh, it's been lost.

Damn shame.

Looks like we'll have to take some more.

I didn't kill that girl.

What makes you think I did?

Because you like to hurt women.

Because you're a sadist.

Because when you see their fear, you

don't need medical assistance to get a hard-on.

What the hell's got into you?

I'm just doing my job.

Well, step back, boss.

You're not on the tools anymore.

You know that girl whose lawyer he got stuck into?

She killed herself.

She was violated all over again by the criminal justice system.

And he pumps himself up, so he can

force himself on women while a young girl lies six feet under.

And this animal was sexually assaulted at least

a dozen women that I know of.

He does it knowing he can get away with it.

And he knows he can get away with it

because he knows that most women won't go to court to fight it.

And they don't go to court to fight it because they know

that we have an adversarial judicial system that

supports the offender.

Well, I thought that situation had improved.

Well, have you been listening to anything I've been saying?

Whoa, whoa.

We are on the same side here.

It's just this man.

He thinks he can take vulnerable women,

force them into sexual acts, and get away with it.

He thinks he's immune from justice.

I mean, I can't guarantee to the victim

that she won't be the one on the stand, that this $400 a minute

suit won't go into a full sexual history

or pull out her psych files.

You know, or use anything to suggest

that she's unstable or a liar.

Well, she has you on her side.

No, I didn't stop him last time.

Now he's at it again.

Well, you know, next time I insist on paying.

It gets you, doesn't it, letting the little woman pay?

It's just I am old fashioned.

Get over it.

OK.

From now on, you can pay every time.

OK, that's fine.

I told you how much I like you,

and how I have waited all day to take you home to bed.

I'll grab something on the way, shall I?

French.

[grunting]

[phone ringing]

PATRICIA WRIGHT (ON TAPE): This is Patricia Wright.

Please leave a message.

MAN: Yeah, it's me.

Got the champagne, just wheel out the glasses.

[knocking on door]

TROY: Patricia, it's me.

Patricia!

Patricia, it's me!

[phone ringing]

PATRICIA WRIGHT (ON TAPE): This is Patricia Wright.

Please leave a message.

[beep]

TROY (ON PHONE): Hi, it's me again.

Look, I'm starting to get worried, Pat.

I came around.

I knocked.

You weren't there.

I mean, if you are, could you pick up?

OK?

Please.

If you're there, just pick up the phone.

Hey, sorry I missed you before.

I must have been in the shower.

Yeah, I mean, it's probably just as well.

I've got a, you know, early start tomorrow.

Big day, yeah.

Yeah, me too.

OK.

Goodbye.

[beep]

You got anything?

She hasn't left the house.

She's had no visitors.

Anything on the LDs?

Nothing but domestic craps and [inaudible]..

She make any phone calls?

No, quiet as.

Too quiet.

She's probably tipped to us.

Oh, great.

Little blondie doesn't know she's a blonde.

Here.

We got something.

You getting this, Lim?

LIM: It's a courier giving her a package.

Right.

I want you to jam the courier a block away.

I want to know everything about that package.

LIM: Got it.

What are you looking at?

What are you looking at, beautiful boy?

I couldn't organize any childcare.

Mum and dad are gonna come and pick him up at 8:00.

Look, I probably should have told you,

but I'm doing all this on my own now.

My lady's left.

She reckons I'm married to the job.

Are you OK?

Oh, you'll have to be very quiet so Mummy doesn't lose her job,

OK?

[phone ringing]

Hello?

PATRICIA WRIGHT (ON PHONE): Ximena, it's Patricia Wright.

Look, I need you to come down to the office

and look at some photos.

XIMENA (ON PHONE) No.

Look, just please hear me out.

I'm not asking you to give a statement,

just to help us identify the man that attacked you.

You must have some other way of pursuing this.

PATRICIA WRIGHT (ON PHONE): No, you're the only lead we've got.

Come on, please.

Just help us get this bastard off the streets.

OK.

Just photos.

Thank you.

He has a brand new mobile phone.

The courier says that she opened it in front of her.

Said she seemed surprise to get it.

Who sent it? LIM: Doesn't know.

It wasn't an official booking.

Says some guy flagged her down in the city,

gave her $50 to deliver it to Kimberly's address.

Did you get a description?

LIM: Yup.

6'0, 6'2, mid-30s, maybe 40.

Anglo, brown hair.

That's all she can remember.

Thanks.

Trying to get a message to her.

Yeah, we're not gonna hear shit either.

The phone's going to be unregistered and untraceable.

Thanks for coming in.

We're still collating the photos,

so can I get you a coffee?

Water.

Thanks.

Thought you were on surveillance.

I wanted to be here for the federal ID.

Remind me again how we're linking Roman to this murder.

Well, you've seen his list of priors.

We still don't have any physical evidence.

Yeah, well, we'll find some.

It was a big night last night.

Not an issue for you muzzies.

Maybe I should convert.

Shit.

Malik, can you cover for me?

- You OK? - Yeah, I'm fine.

I've just got Ximena waiting.

She's in a bit of a state.

Thanks.

Hey, Colonel.

Detective.

Pat's just tied up with a phone call at the moment.

She could be a while.

Can I take a message?

Can you take a look at these photos, please?

Tell me if there's anyone you recognize.

Do you recognize anyone?

Ximena?

Number six.

ZANE MALIK: You're absolutely sure?

Can you take another look?

Because I know it's hard.

I need you to look properly.

I need you to be sure.

It was him.

Ximena, you can't go yet.

That was the deal.

Ximena, without your evidence--

I told you, no statement.

Yes, but without it we don't have enough to charge him.

You've got to.

Look, it'll just be you, me, and the tape recorder.

That's it.

You know better than anybody what will

happen if it goes to trial.

No one will believe my story.

No, your story's compelling.

People will believe you.

That I went down on him?

Would you go to court with that? - Oh, come on.

He had a knife. You had no choice.

I asked you a question.

If I felt that I had enough evidence that could convict,

and that evidence would save other women, then yes, I would.

Good for you.

Ximena, what have you got to lose?

Look, I had a go at telling the truth to somebody

who said that he loved me.

Let's say there was no resistance

with me packing my bags.

Ximena, if you change your mind, call me.

Suspect heading towards Malabar along ANZAC Parade.

Right. She's on her way to the jail.

She's going to see Hunter.

She's got a message for him.

So the phone was for getting a message to Hunter through.

Usually this area's jammed with cameras.

He's right. Then get on with the jail.

See if we can get some footage.

She's pulled into the visitors car park.

What do you want me to do?

TRAVIS (ON PHONE): Just park and wait.

OK.

[shutter clicking]

Yeah, Detective Constable Lim here for major crime--

This is Detective Sergeant Travis.

Look, we need to monitor a conversation between an inmate

you've got there, Ryan Hunter, and his girlfriend

Kimberly White.

We believe she's on her way there now.

We'd love to get whatever footage

you can get from that meeting.

Great.

Yes, bye.

Koa, I need you to organize a search and arrest

warrant for Roman Wisniewski.

What's going on?

Are you going to bring this guy in?

What, you got a problem with that?

We got nothing on the bloke.

Look, I can't keep letting him off the streets, Malik.

People are at risk.

There's nothing that connects him, boss, to Madeleine.

You've got no evidence, no witness.

Well, the taxi driver that Madeleine got into the car with

was described as being dark, European.

There's nothing to connect him.

Yeah, well, find it.

What are you gonna arrest him for?

For the Ximena rape.

Even there, you've got no physical evidence,

no victim statement.

No, we've got her picking him out on tape.

Now, that counts for something.

That's not enough.

Do it.

What?

The more you push this, the more

you jeopardize what we can do.

[siren wailing]

What are you arresting me for?

Come on?

What's the charge?

If he keeps resisting, cuff him!

So what are we looking for, boss?

I've already told you, a knife for starts,

silvery knife, four inches.

Hang on, hang on, hang on, hang on.

I don't understand.

What case are we following here?

Both!

Boss, boss, come see this.

He's got porn in every room.

He's got like 200 magazines.

He's got-- he's got boxes of DVDs.

I mean, he keeps it all.

He keeps this shit.

Did you find any knives outside?

Rusty fishing knives.

Nothing that's been used as a weapon, though.

OK, balaclavas?

No.

All right, keep looking.

Balaclavas?

Boss, no one's mentioned balaclavas.

What are you talking about?

We don't know what this man's MO is, OK?

But what we do know is that he drives a cab.

He rapes women.

Ximena has positively identified him.

Mr. Wisniewski, you've been picked

from a photo identification parade

as the person accused of sexually

assaulting one Ximena da Silva in a taxicab on August 19

of this year.

What do you have to say about that?

This is why you brought me here?

Do you or do you not recall picking up Ximena da Silva

in your cab on August the 19th?

I don't know names.

You tell me where.

You picked her up on the university

grounds at MacArthur.

Yeah, I remember.

The student.

She had some South American blood.

She was a hot one.

So tell me what happened.

Your version.

I picked up this girl.

She wanted to go to the university.

It's a long, long campfire.

60, maybe 70 bucks.

She looks like she doesn't have the money to pay.

I asked her if she's got the money,

and she said no, she doesn't.

But she asked me if there was some other way she could pay.

[clicks tongue]

Eh?

Yeah.

I'm a red-blooded man.

What am I to do?

So what happened?

I pulled off the freeway in a quiet spot.

She took me in her mouth.

Happens all the time.

Girls today, they don't care.

Smart.

He's not denying that he had her in the car.

He's making this all about consent.

PATRICIA WRIGHT: Well, it's been told to me that you used

a knife to physically threaten the woman to force

her into having sex with you.

What knife?

Show me that knife.

There was no knife.

Just a silly girl who couldn't pay her fair.

You may have got away with this once,

but I'm not gonna let it happen again.

I won't let it.

Because I'm gonna see you back in jail.

Suspect heading into central station.

[phone ringing]

Hey, Mom.

Everything OK?

Yeah, well, he's a baby, Mum.

That's what they do, remember?

Well, throw him in the car and take him for a ride

around the block or something.

All right, well, if he doesn't want to sleep,

he doesn't want to sleep.

Jesus, Mum, just forget about it.

Why is this so bloody difficult?

It's not like you didn't have five kids of your own.

All right, whatever you decide to do is gonna be fine, OK?

Just-- just-- I've got to go.

PATRICIA WRIGHT: You lost her.

This was our only lead in the robbery case, and you lost her.

Kimberly wanted to get lost.

Well, she certainly picked the right officer to try it on,

didn't she?

Callas, get a parse order out on all international ports

and liaise with the banks.

See when and if she's accessing the ATMs or credit.

Yeah, got the footage.

Looks like a girl on her wedding day, doesn't she?

We'll get a lip reader to go over this.

I want to know exactly what she's saying.

Sir, the custody sergeant from city central

are the phone, wanting to know what we're doing with Roman.

Well, I've got another hour before I need to let him go.

If I need him longer, I'll apply for a detention warrant.

What's the point?

Well, it'll give us another eight hours.

Is there something I don't know about?

An interstate truckie thinks he witnessed

the attack on Madeleine.

The truckie said he just picked up

a load from this container terminal over here.

He was driving past when we saw a taxi parked here

with his lights turned off.

Thought the cabbie was in trouble and slowed down.

He said his headlights picked up a man leaning

into the back door of the taxi with what seemed to be a woman

sitting in the back seat.

As soon as the cabbie realized that the truckie

was slowing down, he jumped back in his car and sped off.

The truckie get a look at him?

No, he said the man kept his face away from him.

He was middle aged, solid build.

Recognize the cab company?

Black & Red.

It's the same as Roman's.

They found something.

It's Madeleine's shoe.

Right, looks like we found the primary crime scene.

I want every rock, every blade of grass

searched and molds taken of every tire track.

Come on, boss.

Forensics found no evidence in Roman's cab.

Then he must have had access to another cab.

We find that cab and the evidence will link him to this.

We have to check all your cabs.

You're kidding me.

I've got over 50 cabs on the road all over Sydney.

Even if I wanted to, I couldn't--

I don't care what you have to do, OK?

Mate, you can kick up a stink all you want,

but these guys aren't gonna come back until they've

finished their shift.

Tell me, what happens if a cab comes back dirty?

The cars have to come back clean.

That's the rule.

If they don't, we fine the driver.

We take it out of his pay.

They soon wise up.

OK, well, do you keep a record of that somewhere?

All on the computer.

Any cabs come back dirty Sunday morning?

Nine or 10.

Any with vomit in them?

Yeah, one.

We charged the driver for it.

Which driver?

I'll have to check.

- John Klima. - What's going on?

Police.

We have a warrant to search these premises.

That's your copy.

You're not allowed to interfere with the execution

of the warrant. It's all there.

Hey, hey!

What are you doing in my house?

Police, madam.

We have a warrant to search this premises.

You must have made some mistake.

Malik, just found these in his drawer.

Father's Day. I bought them for him.

So what?

It's a pack of three.

Where's the other one?

- Must've lost it. - When did you do that?

I'll need your boots, too, please.

John Klima, I'm arresting you in relation to the murder

of Madeleine Birch.

WOMAN: Arrest my arse!

You're not obliged say anything,

but you're advised anything you do say may be recorded

and later used in evidence.

Do you understand?

It's nothing.

They must have got the wrong bloke.

I'll be back for tea.

Come on.

When you match the tires in that taxi, I want to know, OK?

Huh?

What do you mean, you still got Roman?

PATRICIA WRIGHT (ON PHONE): I'm applying

for a detention warrant. - No, no, no.

This is crazy, boss.

There's nothing even linking him to the offense.

Everything adds up to this Klima bloke being our boy.

You haven't even interviewed Klima yet.

ZANE MALIK: But you got nothing on Roman!

Boss, you got to let him go.

PATRICIA WRIGHT (ON PHONE): Don't tell me my job, Malik.

I'm not.

I'm trying to cover your ass, remember.

You should get that light fixed.

So John, as I mentioned earlier,

we're investigating the murder of Madeleine Birch,

whose body was found dumped at Port Botany early on Sunday

morning.

OK.

It wasn't me.

Well, were you driving a cab that night?

You know I was.

ZANE MALIK: OK, at the scene, we found

shoe prints that appear to match the soles of your work boots.

Any idea how that got there?

Plenty of blokes wear the same boots as me.

OK.

Also, at that scene we found tire tread patterns

that forensic examiners have matched to the cab

you drove that night.

Is there anything you want to say about that?

That same tire pattern was later discovered

on the leg of the deceased.

We also have a witness report that

says a cab matching the description

of the one you drove was seen parked at 357 Portside.

Later we found a hankie that matches

ones taken from your house.

And we believe once tests are carried out,

that handkerchief will contain your DNA and traces of vomit

from the dead girl.

Do you care to comment on any of that?

She fell asleep in the cab.

ZANE MALIK: OK, you want to talk us through what happened?

She was pretty.

Her dress was up her thigh.

She was out of it.

So I thought she won't even remember.

And that's when you drove to Botany.

What happened then?

JOHN KLIMA: I pushed her back on her seat,

and I pulled down my pants.

And I, you know.

I gave her one.

Then she woke up and started screaming.

I wanted her to stop.

I put my hankie in her mouth and--

I didn't mean to kill her.

I--

Sorry, folks.

Unless you're gonna charge him, I have to let him go.

Can you give us a minute?

Sure.

Look This Klima bloke's DNA may not be on the hankie.

Boss, we've got the tire tread pattern.

We've got his boots.

We've even got his confession.

We don't know that Roman wasn't involved.

Maybe they worked on this together.

No, no, no, no, Boss. It's over.

We've got to let him go.

Unless you've got some other evidence to hold

him that I don't know about.

So are you gonna tell me what the hell's going on?

Just shut up and pull over here.

It's obviously personal, but if you've got trouble

with anything, just tell me.

Just wait here, OK?

You spineless piece of shit.

You called her your delicate little rose,

and then you kicked her out the door.

I did not kick her out. She left.

Oh, but did you go after her? No, you didn't.

Why not?

Because you couldn't cope, could you?

She wouldn't let me near her.

You know why she wouldn't let you near her?

Because she felt judged and ashamed!

What, judged?

Yes, she did what she did to survive.

What, would you rather that she'd been beaten to death?

Huh?

That we found her dead in a gutter?

You look at me! - No, no.

Huh?

The rapist had a knife.

She was forced to perform oral sex at knife point,

and that is what you can't cope with, that she

sucked another man's dick.

And that is why the rapist gets away with it.

You look at me!

That is why the rapist gets away with it,

because he knows the law will question her, just like you.

It was my job to protect her, and I couldn't!

You didn't need to protect her!

You just needed to understand she was in pain!

Actually, you were the one that needed to be protected.

Ximena knew that.

Why didn't you think she told you?

Because she-- she knew you couldn't cope.

You were the one-- don't you touch me!

Give me the keys. Know what?

You are hopeless.

You all are.

Unless it's about you!

Unless it's always about you, how

much you control everything, you kill

everything, fuck everything!

Sorry about that.

Go find your girl, Simon.

Sort it out.

Boss!

Boss!

[knocking on door]

Boss, let me in.

Come on, open up.

I know you're in there.

Piss off, Malik.

ZANE MALIK: Someone hurt you?

Boss?

I said, go away.

ZANE MALIK: Was it Oliver Troy?

No.

Boss, was it--

Don't keep asking me questions, Malik.

I don't think I'm ready for them yet.

Can I come in?

No, I just--

[sighs] I just want to sit with things here for a while.

Yeah.

I want to sit with you for a little while, too.

[theme music]

You know, I am sorry that you don't agree with the way I'm

dealing with this.

OK, why do you think Sam's involved?

There was blood on his shirt when he came home.

He really needs to be our target.

Just say what you did, you coward!

You'll stuff up your career over Sam,

you're no good to anyone.

Put your hands over your head.

Get down on the ground!

You want to be a free man, I suggest you walk

away now before it's too late.

Listen to him, my son.

Give you a chance at a better life.