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[Fairbank] I know something happened to Terry.

I know it deep in my balls.

-Hey, Jim. -[Jim] See, there are people in your life, kids,

can't really be with them

but you're never really free of them either.

-Why can't we just go back to Grandma's house? -Yeah?

[Sammy] It's too late. We're in all too deep now.

[Fairbank] I will find out what happened to Terry Harris.

-Give me one more week. -All right, one week.

Have you any idea the position you've put me in here?

This is a dead cop!

We cannot afford to fuck up.

Jim, it says here that you were shooting pigeons that afternoon?

Ah, yep. [clears throat]

Stay away from Bev!

The money you owe.

[Hannah] Rufus' firm is being investigated by the CPS.

So you're gonna help me?

My grades must be good enough to get a scholarship

to one of those really good schools in Sydney.

I could start again. I could get away.

Okay, go on. Skip town. Again.

I fucked Dan in the back of my car.

Shit!

What the hell is Jean Cooper up to?

[can clatters]

[belches] Ah.

Trouble with the law?

No.

Well then why d'you need Legal Aid?

I bet it was something real bad.

It always is with birds like you.

With all due respect,

I don't think a man like you

spends a great deal of time with "birds" like me.

Bet it were drugs.

Coke.

I've got a good connection for coke.

I'll give you me number and you can ring me anytime.

-[clicks tongue] -Me?

Get in touch with a low life, degenerate, piece of trash like you?

No thanks.

-Don't I know you? -No, I don't think so.

-Are you sure? -I'm absolutely certain.

-No, I definitely recognize you. -No you don't!

Now I remember who you are.

I think you've probably got me confused with someone else

who has red hair, like Princess Sarah Ferguson,

or the rock and roll singer, Axl Rose.

You're Nick's wife!

Oh my God!

It's me, Bambi! Do you remember?

-From the hospital? -Uh...

I was the one that called the ambulance from the hotel.

I'm the professional sex worker

that was with your husband when he died.

Umm... no--

Yes!

I'm the one that gave him crabs.

I don't remember any of this.

You do!

It was me that was with him when he passed away

with the mobile phone inserted in his--

Yes, okay, this is starting to ring a bell.

I knew it'd be something bad with a bird like you.

So what are you doing here?

Oh, tax evasion.

Oh, it's so nice to see you.

I've often thought about you and wondered how you're doing.

So how're you doing?

I'm doing very well.

She's getting Legal Aid.

How well are any of us doing?

I don't know him.

I'm so glad I ran into you.

I don't know what your life's been like

since Nick passed away but for me,

that was a moment in time that set off a chain of events

that I can only describe as disastrous.

Listen.

I don't know what you're doing here,

but if there's anything that I can do to help...

You've got business cards?

-Well, they're tax deductible. -Hmm.

Hey, [chuckles]

maybe she's taking on apprentices.

-[laughs] -How dare you.

For your information, I don't do that sort of thing.

Much.

[Hannah] Sammy Cooper?

Bye! It's really nice to see you.

And if you want me to line up any paid sex work, you call me.

Oh my God.

Can I take a card?

Yeah.

[sighs] Okay, please tell me you have some good news for me.

I do.

The CPS are investigating Rufus.

The...

Crown Prosecution Service.

They were very interested to hear your story.

Seriously?

I had a quiet word with an old colleague

who used to work at S&R.

-Standards and Regulations. -Right.

And she said that your story is consistent with their findings.

There is an accepted culture of looting at this firm.

Okay, uh, this is interesting

but I'm close to getting evicted,

so I am gonna get my house back?

I think we can get an excellent result by settling out of court.

If we can persuade Rufus to hand over

the title of the property to a deserving party,

then he could plead good behavior and

commute his sentence.

-Win-win. -[scoffs] If you say so.

Helping the 'have nots' is so important.

Well I 'have not' my house,

-so yeah! -[laughs]

[chuckles] If we're all agreed,

I just need you to read this document and sign it.

Well... [chuckles]

Golly.

It's long, isn't it?

[exhales]

So where do I sign?

Uh, page 112,

but please, take it home and look at it.

Do you know, I think it's probably safer if I sign it now

'cause I might accidentally leave it on a bus.

-I doubt you will. -Can I've a pen?

-No. -I'll just grab a pen.

There.

You do realize that signing documents you haven't read

is how you lost your property in the first place?

Put her there, partner!

We're not partners.

I'm your legal advisor.

[laughs]

That copy's yours.

You know I wish I could pay you.

Or at the very least, take you out for a celebratory lunch.

I'll buy lunch.

And don't worry, for now this work is PB.

-What's-- -Pro bono.

You know, I think from now on, maybe use the full word.

[both laugh]

How do you feel

about vegan food?

[theme music playing]

How long until my meeting with the Superintendent?

Twenty minutes--

Ohh!

[groans]

Are you absolutely sure it's been one week?

That feels awfully fast to me.

Yes. It was seven days since they gave you one more week so...

do you want me to buy you some time?

I could shoot you! In the thigh!

No. Too much paperwork.

Emily, do you think I still have a shot at this?

Of course!

You're Detective Fairbank.

All you have to do is make sure that this interview

answers all of the thousands of questions

that still hang over this case.

Sweet as a nut.

Okay.

I'm Detective Fairbank.

[Emily whispers] Detective Fairbank.

Good morning.

Thank you for coming in for these follow up questions.

That's all right. [clears throat]

[tape recorder starts]

So. What is your relationship to Beverley Spray?

Ah, Bev briefly dated my son, Jim.

Mm.

She has got quite a police record.

Theft.

Drink driving. Forgery.

Arson. Welfare fraud. Cat shaving.

-Cat shaving? -Yes.

"Whilst heavily intoxicated she captured and shaved

her neighbor's three cats."

Were the cats hurt?

No, they were more embarrassed.

But it is still a crime.

Now I'm curious as to why you gave her

a bag filled with cash.

-You been watching me? -Just answer the question.

[chuckles]

Bev got into some trouble with gambling debts.

-I helped her out. -How much?

Nine thousand dollars.

That is very generous of you.

She might be pregnant with my grandchild.

I'd prefer she didn't have loan sharks after her.

Well that is quite the cash gift for someone

who may or may not be pregnant to your son.

[sighs]

[hums]

Is that Frank's file?

This? Oh yes.

I was just familiarizing myself

with the last missing person you knew.

Frank died because he was too drunk to swim.

It's as simple as that.

Mm. It isn't, though.

I mean, it's not like you weren't without motives.

Oh God! I loved him. He was my everything.

Well, according to a lot of people at the time,

you had a... "very stormy relationship."

We were alcoholics.

Well you can't have been happy about his relationship

with Cathy Pascale.

[scoffs] Cathy was a friend.

Is this the hottest lead you have for finding Terry Harris?

I want answers.

Terry's family is going through hell not knowing--

I know exactly what the Harrises are going through.

-Trust me. -[door knocks]

Not now!

The Superintendent wants you now.

What? I've still got 15 minutes.

[Emily] He wants to start now.

Do you want me to go to the public phone

and call the station and then I'll say,

"There's a bomb in the building"

and then everyone will evacuate--

No. Not again.

[tape recorder stops]

This isn't over.

Oh fuck.

That was a bit ambiguous.

This interview is over.

I think he meant in the broader sense of justice prevailing.

Right.

[knocks]

Oh, hey.

I bought you this very expensive present

because you're so depressed.

Oh, that's so nice.

-Oh look, and a card. -Yeah.

No, wait!

"Dear Fiona, we're so relieved your surgery went well.

Please move back to Bolton.

Love Mum and Dad."

What was your surgery?

Anal polyp.

Like your wall of photos. That was my idea.

Yeah.

I mean, it's useless now, isn't it?

They want to go with suspected suicide.

They just want the case closed today.

-You look good with a gun. -Yeah?

-Yeah. -Could have been a police officer.

I always work out who did it on Murder She Wrote

before Jessica Fletcher.

[thuds]

Hand lotion's so creamy.

Say it out loud.

That hand lotion's so cr--

No, no. Say out loud what you know.

Jessica Fletcher always does that and works it out.

Also recaps the plot for the viewer.

[Fairbank sighs]

Okay.

Terry's wife was in Sydney.

His lovers were all at their respective jobs.

And these ex-cons, they all had grudges

but their alibis check out.

Now Terry's neighbor,

Jim Cooper, he was shooting pigeons

but he does that regularly and he has no motive.

I worked with his sister, Sammy, before she flew back to London.

She called Chris a fat, delusional fuck stain.

Very good judge of character.

Now Jean Cooper, also has no motive

but she's a bit suss.

Her husband went swimming 20 years ago.

Never returned.

I read the most peaceful way to die is drowning.

And apparently the least peaceful way

is having someone power drill into your temple.

Jean Cooper also had some unusual dealings

with this woman.

-Bev. -What, you know her?

She came into the office once to see Sammy.

She also turned up at my birthday party

and I'm pretty sure she stole my microwave.

Well Jean Cooper gave her a bag

filled with cash.

See, Beverley Spray is the only one

I haven't been able to speak to yet.

Jessica Fletcher would definitely interview her

before the case is closed.

[Emily] Hey Fairbank? How'd the meeting go?

Who the fuck is this?

Your little piece of tail on the side?

-No-- -I knew you were lying to me!

No, that's-- that's--

Constable Emily Sutherland. Colleague.

Oh hey, I'm Fiona.

Oh hi!

-Nice to finally meet you. -And you.

Can I keep this?

Abby?

Abby!

[whispers] Sorry.

[students chattering]

[inhales]

[exhales]

Isn't it wonderful to sit in comfortable silence?

Just listening to the sounds of the universe

unfolding as it should.

[girl outside] Get fucked, Stevo, ya fat poof!

[Kharen] Abby, we...

We just want you to know there are a lot of people who...

care about you and want you to feel supported.

No one was that interested in supporting me before Dad went missing.

I don't-- uh--

What-- how--

It's fine. Just forget about it.

You seem very angry, Abby, which is understandable

given all that you're going through--

You have no idea what I'm going through.

Well I think I have a pretty good idea, actually.

Okay, what, your dad's gone missing as well?

No, but...

I know what it means to lose someone I love.

I had a Burmese cat go missing.

Gloria.

And I'm sure she was stolen for breeding purposes.

It's not the best example.

No it's really fuckin' not, is it, Kharen?

That's what these sessions are for.

You're not alone.

Tell me what's happening.

I took your advice, okay? I told my mum I want to go away.

I want to go somewhere where my missing dad's not going to be the topic

of every single fricking conversation that I have.

I told her my grades, they're good enough

to get into one of those really good schools in Sydney.

-And what'd she say? -What do you think she said?

Obviously she said no. She said I'm all she has now.

She can't bear to lose me as well.

Well it sounds like your mother loves you very much.

If I could just get outta here,

I might find someone...

who gets it, you know?

Someone I don't have to explain anything to

and maybe I wouldn't...

feel so...

There must be people here

who understand you.

There were.

But they left.

Are we done?

[inhales deeply]

-[door slams shut] -[exhales]

To the rightful return of my sprawling mansion.

[chuckles]

Eat shit, Rufus, you dicknose.

Oh, listen,

I'm so sorry I can't pay for any of this.

But I tell you what, I'll have you over for dinner

when I move back into the mansion.

You'll be first guest of honor.

How did you lose your job?

Ah, there was a misunderstanding about a missing purse.

As your lawyer, I do not want any more information about that.

You're a good person, Hannah.

No I'm not.

Yes you are.

I've been in your waiting room.

It smells of despair and excrement.

And you take on every single one of those pathetic losers

and you care about them.

For free.

That is a good person.

I uh,

had a mentor when I worked in the city.

Humphrey.

God, he was brilliant.

He taught me everything I know.

Oh, we fell deeply in love.

Oh, that is so romantic.

It's like the movie Legal Eagles.

[laughs]

-Humphrey was married. -It happens.

-With kids. -Well--

Very young kids.

His-- his wife was my best friend.

I say best friend. She was...

legally my sister.

My parents adopted her when she was seven.

Right.

Because she--

Was orphaned.

Humphrey left her to be with me

but once he was available I just... [sighs]

wasn't that into it.

-Wow. -So I left him.

There was a lot of sympathy for Humphrey,

especially after Vicki tried to kill herself.

Right. Vicki's...

-My-- my sister. -The sister.

I left that law firm under a heavy cloud.

Because of the affair?

And falsifying documents.

Oh!

When they fired me, Humphrey said that I was

the lowest human he'd ever met and...

he's worked closely with serial killers and violent rapists.

It had a real impact on me.

Um...

How long ago was this?

About 18 months.

Jesus!

I decided I had to be a better person,

which is why I quit the chambers and do the work I do.

Well, you've done good work today.

[laughs] Ugh!

It's so great to see the house is being

given to those who merit it the most.

Hell yes.

The poor and the needy and the suffering.

Thank you!

Oh, I wanted to ask you, when do I move back in?

'Cause I should probably give my landlady some notice.

I was thinking Tuesday?

I'm talking about the orphaned children of Aceh.

[laughs]

[chuckles]

What?

This is a chance to do some real good in the world, Sammy.

Helping young orphaned children

who have endured egregious suffering,

fleeing an oppressive regime under heavy gunfire.

I don't give a fuck about them!

Are you out of your mind?

I-- I know at this point you may feel that I've

-stolen your home-- -Yes!

Because that's exactly what you've done.

But it feels good for me to right some wrongs.

Perhaps there are some things in your past

that could be atoned for.

Um...

You know that document that I signed back in your office?

[exhales] I wouldn't worry about that now.

I could murder some peas.

Was does peas stand for?

Peas.

Okay.

I need to go and have a read of that contract.

Ah, is it legally binding?

Oh yes, it's ironclad.

Shit!

I still don't understand why we're talking to Bev.

I'm not entirely sure, either.

There's just something not right.

-[woman] Fuck off, pigs! -Ignore them.

Beverley Spray is the only person we haven't questioned yet,

and her name keeps coming up in connection to Jean Cooper--

[woman] Here, piggy, piggy, piggy, piggy!

There's just something about that family.

There's too many red flags.

And as we're officially off the case in three hours,

we may as well interview her.

[woman] Oink, oink, oink!

There ya go!

[gasps] Are they throwing bacon at us?

-I believe they are. -[woman] Oink, oink, oink!

Pigs are very bright animals.

They're actually more trainable than dogs

and have complex social connections!

[woman snorts] Here, piggy! Here, piggy!

Yeah? What?

Hello. I'm Detective Fairbank.

And I'm Constable Sutherland,

but my sister calls me Mimsy-Pop.

[Fairbank] Can we come in and speak to you?

I don't talk to pigs.

Oh! Wow.

These people do not like law enforcement officials.

Or pigs.

[knocks]

[Bev] Look, if this is about a silver trophy

from the Mayfield Ladies' Golf Club, I found it!

Bev, we just need a few minutes of your time.

You're not in any trouble.

It's about the Terry Harris case.

Do you know if you're having a boy or a girl?

I'm leaving for work in three minutes,

so you need to ask better questions.

Okay. Ah, how would you describe your relationship with Jean Cooper?

She hates me. Jim's family always thought I was after their house.

-Were you? -Fuck yeah.

Do you still have contact with the Coopers?

Well, I saw Jean at AA.

She wasn't too happy to see me.

But she, ah, she gave me money to pay off my gambling debt.

-That was cool. -Why'd she do that?

Dunno. All she wanted in return was for me

to fuck right off and stay away from Jim.

[Fairbank] Have you?

Yeah. Last time I saw Jim,

you know, like saw him properly...

-[Emily laughs] - ...was ages ago.

Yeah, like how long ago?

Well I can tell you the exact day

because my period was due

and we spent all afternoon you know...

and I remember thinking, "I hope my period's not late,

'cause figuring out who the father is

will be impossible after the month I've had."

You know, lots of ah...

-[Emily laughing] -[grunting]

Right, ah...

oh, February 27th.

Okay, time's up piggies. My shift starts in ten.

No, wait. So on the afternoon of Feb 27,

you were with Jim Cooper?

-Yes. -All afternoon

he was here, with you, doing...

Yes.

Since his skateboard accident,

Jim can maintain an erection for days.

-Oh-- -Wait, let me get this straight.

Jim was here, and not shooting pigeons?

Mate, the only thing he was shootin' was his load.

Are we done here?

[dog barking]

[key jingle]

Hey, how was school?

-Terrible. -Oh good.

Did you get a job?

Ah, I'm waiting to hear back.

So you didn't.

Look, it's not easy, okay?

Yes, but if you don't get a job--

Lenny, I'm trying to read.

Our whole future depends on

this incredibly important document

that I possibly should have read before I signed.

[reads to herself] "The prior conflicts of interest--"

-I'm moving out. -Okay. What?

I'm moving out.

No you're not. This is your home.

Well we got an eviction notice, Mum,

so unless you've got a job and can pay the landlord,

then it's not our home.

[laughs] Honey,

I'm gonna figure it out, okay?

I just had to check that I haven't accidentally signed our house away again.

Oh my God, I can't do this anymore.

Look, I know that none of this is ideal.

You know your father's death,

it set off a chain of events that can only be

described as disastrous.

But I mean, this house is all the security we're ever going to need--

Oh, stop it! You're the one always saying,

"Put the past where it belongs, in the past."

Well the house is gone. It's not a plan.

Yeah all right, what's your plan?

Move out?

Do you have any idea

how impossible it is to get a job?

-I got a job. -What? How?

And I'm going to stay with a friend

and save enough money to get back to Australia.

All right. Now hang on a second.

My plan, yes, it has its faults. Your plan sucks shit.

I mean, I'll admit.

I haven't done so well on things like rent and employment.

But in terms of disposing of a dead body

so that you don't go to jail for murder,

I've done a pretty fuckin' good job.

I just need to get back there.

Oh my God.

-Is this about Abby Harris? -I need to see her.

I can't get past this, Mum.

She's the only one who might understand.

All right, just wait. Honey, honey, please.

Look, I can lose everything.

Everything.

But I can't lose you and Tess.

Wait, where's Tess?

-She'll be back soon. -Well where is she?

She asked me not to tell you.

What do you mean, she asked you not-- where is she?

[door opens]

What the hell is that?

-It's just a nose stud. God. -You take out that right now!

And if you think you're getting out of here, you're gonna have to get past me first.

-Where are you going? -I'm going back to Australia.

-No he's not. -If Lenny's going back to Australia, I'm going with him.

How many times do I have to say this?

We are not going back to Australia!

[phone ringing]

[sighs]

Ya!

[whispers] Don't you dare.

Hello? Yes I am she.

Mm-hmm.

I see.

And is this optional?

It's not.

Okay. Thank you. Bye.

We're going back to Australia.

[camera shutters]

Mm, doesn't look very natural.

It's not meant to. It's meant to look presidential,

but approachable.

Why don't you just get a professional photographer?

Because I told you they make me nervous, okay?

And I always end up looking stupid.

You currently look stupid!

Look, just take the photograph.

I know exactly how I want this poster to look.

-Okay. -[camera shutters]

Oh, I don't even know what you're doing now.

Why are your legs spread so wide?

Ooh. Ooh, what's all this?

These are for my new campaign shoot.

Need to rethink the way I'm coming across.

Oh, I don't know.

I think you might be doing something right.

Look at that!

When you get re-elected, you owe me big time.

This is... it's brilliant!

See that massive bar? That's me.

-Brilliant. -So I thought you might

like to comment on your significant gains,

you know, because we can do another piece

a little later in the week. A little victory lap.

[clears throat]

The surge of support ahead of the election

is multi-factorial.

The people recognize that I am passionate

about building a brighter future for Newcastle.

Mm, also the other candidate's embroiled in a pedophile scandal.

As I said, multi-factorial.

It's gonna be even worse for him

when people find out about his drug trafficking.

[gasps]

How do you know about that?

Oh, my boyfriend's a very powerful policeman.

He tells me a lot of secret stuff he really shouldn't.

Oh.

-Is that so? -Yeah, because he trusts me

and I have the maturity to respect that bond of trust.

So is your boyfriend involved in the Terry Harris investigation?

Because I would love to know the latest on that fiasco.

-Ah, it's not a fiasco. -Oh, please!

My sources tell me they haven't got the slightest clue what happened to him.

Oh, check out Woodward and Bernstein with her sources.

Well come on, back to my victory lap. Ow!

I've also heard they're gonna close the case

because Fairbank's investigation has produced absolutely nothing.

Oh yeah? Well then why are they gonna fly Sammy back

because everyone's stories don't add up?

You're not gonna write about that, are you?

So about my victory lap.

-Why don't I take you out for lunch? -[Sandy laughs] No.

I've gotta get back to the office, so good luck with the--

So...

When's Sammy coming back?

Yeah.

I guess you have to keep a secret that they're flying her back

because she lived next door to Terry?

No, it's because Jim wasn't shooting pigeons on the day

Terry went missing. He was with Bev,

so Fairbank wants to know who did shoot the gun that afternoon.

Shitbags! I've done it again, haven't I?

Oh fuck! Arghh!

Ohh, that's a big one. Ohh!

Why are we meeting Chris here?

It's a stupid place to meet him.

Should be meeting in a secret destination

like an abandoned mine or a shipping container.

'Cause this is where he said to meet.

Oh, I used to go fishing here with Dad.

Do you remember Cathy Pascale?

Cathy? What, like ages ago?

Yeah, she was a friend of ours.

Yeah, she was really nice.

And she had amazing boobs.

I recognized that quality even as a very young lad.

She'd always give me chocolate ice cream when we visited her.

Yeah? I don't remember that.

Yeah, and she'd give me extra chocolate sprinkles

if I would stay in the lounge room while Dad was fixing things.

Who else was in the lounge room?

Well no one.

You guys always had to fix things at the other end of the house.

Don't you remember this?

Yeah, I don't think I was there.

Oi, that's the little slip we go in.

Psst!

Finally!

Well why are we meeting in a mountain?

Because we can't be seen together, idiots.

That's why I chose a secluded cave where no one,

absolutely no one, will see us. Hey!

Get the fuck outta here!

Fuckin' idiots. Fuck off!

Okay, we've got a problem, right?

That cop, Fairbank,

he knows Jim was at Bev's house at the time the gun went off.

He interviewed Bev.

Shit. Mum!

That's why they're bringin' Sammy back.

Yeah, "oh shit."

Why are you so angry at me, mate?

'Cause I've got an election to win,

and I don't need to get dragged

into your family's fuckin' problems!

All right.

That's actually a legitimate grievance.

No, no, this is my fault.

Fairbank has been trailing me,

and he knew I paid off Bev's gambling debts. Fuck!

Okay, look.

You need to work on her before they interview her again.

Jim, talk to her, okay?

Make her unsure about the timeframe.

No, he can't do that. She's a con artist.

It's true, she really is.

-Jim's no match for her. -I am at arm wrestling.

No! If Bev gets the slightest hint of what's at stake here,

she will turn this around. She'll blackmail the lot of us.

Look, we need to sort out Bev.

Okay? Either way, Jim has to have been

at home at the time of the gunshot, right?

If that falls apart, everyone's story falls apart.

And I cannot go to jail, all right? I'll just say that now.

With a face like this, they'll be fighting to get my mouth pregnant.

No one is going to jail. We will sort Bev out.

Okay, if we need to speak to you, we will ring your office

and tell them we're calling about pool filters.

-That's code for meeting here. -Oh!

Nice one, Jean le fucking Carré!

All right Christos,

we will see you next time the pool filters need changing.

I was just using the code. We don't have a pool.

Okay look, I think we've got enough time

to sort this out before Sammy arrives.

Fuck!

-[Referee] How many chances have I given you today? -[screaming]

-I didn't even touch her! -[Referee] Stop playing rough!

Yeah okay, okay, okay, what's going on?

Your star player needs reminding that this is touch football.

Touch! Look what she's done to Amanda.

Okay, come on. It's probably just--

-[crying] Ow. Ow! -Oh Christ. You okay, Amanda?

No! She tried to break my fuckin' ankle.

Oh piss off.

-Abby. -I'm going home.

We're playing touch football, Abby.

Yeah, I did fucking touch her. Just very hard is all.

Why are you so angry?

Because I hate this game.

I hate this town. I just wanna get away, okay?

[whistle blows]

I just wanna get away.

Then keep doing what you're doing.

Working hard, improving your grades, yeah?

Before you know it, you'll have grown up.

You can get out of here. You keep this shit up,

you too can be teaching PE at a school you flunked out of.

And you'll probably have to marry Trish.

These years are so important.

-Don't fuck 'em up like I did. -I can't leave.

All right? I'm all my mum has.

-I understand, Abby. -No one does.

That's the point.

Fuck. Why did the Coopers have to go?

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

[Mrs. Atkins] Doesn't Sammy look nice?

She usually looks very slutty.

When Daniel first brought you home I thought,

"If that yellow dress was any shorter--"

Oh yeah, I remember that dress. [chuckles]

You've finished school.

You're off on an adventure to England.

You might marry an Englishman.

You might even have English children,

live in a big English house.

Real lady.

Yeah, I might.

[Mrs. Atkins] Good for you, Sammy.

No matter what people say about your folks, I always say,

"You and that boy Jim are good kids."

[Jim] Thought you'd gone.

Yeah, we're ah, we're going now.

I didn't say goodbye to you very well yesterday.

It doesn't matter.

I had this big speech prepared,

and Trish was here.

-She still is. -Oh God.

Look, I get it. You have to go.

No, you don't-- there's-- something's happened.

No, I know, I know, I understand.

-It's okay. -You don't understand.

You don't understand.

Sammy, you don't want me.

So I don't know what to say to you.

I mean, what, do you want a big scene before you leave? You wanna see me upset?

-Is that the little bit that you missed... -No.

-...last time you left? Then another 20 years'll go by. -No--

By the time you come back then I'll probably be like Mum.

Won't know what fuckin' year it is.

Dan, this is the last time I'm ever gonna see you.

-What? -That's why I'm here.

It was different last time I left.

I always knew I'd see you again.

Sammy.

What's going on?

Has something happened?

[whispers] It's so bad.

Tell me.

You can tell me anything, you know that.

What's prison like?

Depends what you're in for.

Sammy.

What have you done?

[whistle blows]

[Amanda crying] Ow! Ow!

[whispers] God, I hate Amanda.

Everyone hates Amanda.

Just get back out on the field. Take out her other leg if you have to.

But for God's sake, don't quit the game.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Good on ya.

Hey Abby?

Abby, you're quitting again!

Quitters never--

[sighs]

[dial tone]

[dialing]

[ringing]

[Cathy] Hello?

Yeah, hello, Cathy?

Yeah, that's me.

Yeah. Hi, Cathy, it's um...

it's Jean Cooper.

-Jean Cooper? How are you? -Yeah, hi. Hello.

Oh, I can't remember the last time...

Yeah, it has been a long time, hasn't it?

How's things?

He's gone for a surf, but he'll be back.

There's some leftovers in the fridge.

Meant to rain on Sunday.

What's she saying?

Oh, it's just sentences.

She's like a mix tape of everything she's seen or heard.

You know, comes and goes.

There you go, Mrs. Atkins.

Bit of face paint makes a girl feel special, doesn't it?

What do you think, Dan?

[Dan] Looks good, Mum.

[shouting] You look beautiful!

[shouting] Thank you!

Sammy's done a lovely job.

No, I'm Trish. Tr-ish.

No, Sammy's gone back to live in London.

I think she might be back.

Well I saw her kids at footy this Avro.

Oh, that's nice.

Why's she back?

I don't know. And I don't care, either.

Are you gonna see her?

Well I might bump into her some time, I don't know.

Ah.

Where-- where are-- where are you going?

I'm going out for a fag, okay?

There's nothing there anymore, I promise.

Trish?

I don't know why you're so angry at me for her coming back.

It's not-- I didn't do anything. Hey!

[Mrs. Atkins] What's prison like?

Depends what you're in for.

Sammy, what have you done?

It's a terrible thing.

The worst thing.

I'm so scared.

Lenny's just a boy.

So where is Terry?

I think I've taken care of it.

No one will ever find the body.

Firstly, I'd like to thank you for cooperating with the witness summons.

My pleasure.

Also, apparently I'm legally required so...

Well, we appreciate you returning from London

to assist with the investigation.

It's really nice to be home, actually.

You look really familiar. Did you go to St. Stephen's?

-'Cause my brother was friends-- -I'm from Melbourne.

It's just you look a lot like one of the Griffith's boys, the oldest one.

This is not relevant to what we're here to discuss.

Just making chit chat.

Well don't.

You're a witness in a missing persons case, not a...

guest... on a...

-Uh... -Yacht?

The Phil Donahue Show.

[Jim] Thank you for doing this.

I'm not doing it for you.

I'm doing it because I need it to be done properly

and I don't trust you with the task.

I appreciate that.

Bev's just one of those women, you know.

No matter what I do, no matter how much I prepare myself,

she's got me on my knees.

-It's utterly pathetic. -I know, right!

It's like watching you with my sister.

That's because Sammy's a stuck up little bitch.

Now remember.

You're gonna tell Bev that you need her

-to change her story. -Yeah, I know.

And the police must think you weren't at her house that afternoon.

They have to think you were at home.

Yeah, I got it, all right? I'm not stupid.

And the reason you're going to give her

is that you were granted exemption from

a court appearance on the grounds of...

[both] Essential work.

Right, then bore her on the details.

Yep, yep, yep.

Here she comes.

You left London on February 28. Is that correct?

Oh gosh, ah, let me think.

Ah...

Yep, yep that's--

yep that's right, yeah, yep.

Terry Harris was last seen on February 27.

-Mm. -Now can you tell me everything you remember about that day?

[sighs] Um,

I think I was just getting ready to leave.

Uh...

What else?

Oh, I made a big weird speech at work

where I told everyone to go and fuck themselves.

That did not go down well at--

[door opens]

-Um-- -Shit, sorry.

I didn't know this room was being used.

Ah... Mr. Gillespie?

Yeah?

I think your son went to school with my brother.

You got a boy called Neil Gillespie?

Do you remember Jim Cooper?

Yeah. Wait.

Sammy Cooper?

[both laugh]

Well, well, well.

I've known her since she was knee high to a cricket.

That is just brilliant!

If you could close the door on your way out, please--

Do you know I think I went to a party at your house

when I was about 16 years old.

Did you live up on um, King Edward Park?

[Gillespie] No, no, that's my brother, Chris.

-Owns the oyster farm. -Right.

-Anyway, I'll leave you to it. -Yeah--

So that would have been

Tammy Gillespie's party--

[car door slams]

[Jim] Oh!

She's as pregnant as Elizabeth Shue at the end of Cocktail.

-Jim! Concentrate. -Okay.

She'll probably blackmail you. You got the envelope?

-Oh, roger that. -Okay, you give her the cash,

she agrees to change her story, everyone gets what they want.

I know how to deal with people like this.

[Jim] Me too.

-[Chris] Okay. You good? -Yeah, I'm good.

-You sure? -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Good. -Oh yeah. Come on.

Fuckin' idiot.

[slaps]

[indistinct arguing]

[screams]

-[arguing continues] -[Jim crying]

[moaning]

What the--

[groans] Ow!

[tires squeal]

[groans]

So how'd it go?

Oh, really well.

-Well did she agree? -Nuh.

Shit!

She said that my story doesn't make any sense

because shooting pigeons isn't essential work

and she's gonna get to the bottom of it.

Well give me my 500 bucks back.

Oh, it's gone now.

Oh, she's a fuckin' nightmare!

I know.

-[Gillespie] Yeah! -[Sammy] That'd make Tammy your...niece?

Tammy is my niece! That's right, yeah, yeah.

Oh, she was a real party girl back in the day.

Mate, nothing's changed.

-I bet! -[both laugh]

This is the most unprofessional atmosphere

I have ever worked in.

Guess this isn't how they do things down in Melbourne.

[both laughing]

If you're both finished,

I would like to get back to questioning--

Mr. Gillespie.

Mr. Gillespie is my dad. You can call me Tim.

Tim, does a guy called, uh...

Ken Collins still work here?

My dad used to go out fishing on his boat.

-He does. Hey Ken! -Oh, come on.

[Gillespie] Ken! Frank's kid's here!

Oh, he'll be thrilled to see you. He still talks about your dad.

[chuckles] Oh, that can't be little Sammy Cooper--

Oh, this is beyond a joke.

Oh, your dad used to tell a great joke

about an Irishman, a Scotsman and a dago--

Oh, you should tell it now, but don't use that word.

-There's an Irishman, a Scotsman and a dago-- -Ken! Go on.

And they all stumble into a synagogue on St. Patrick's day.

Brilliant! I bet the Irishman had had a couple of--

Hey!

I am interviewing a witness

in a missing persons case.

Now take your small town bonhomie

and get out!

Ooh-la-la.

Bonhomie.

Close... the door!

Now,

you are going to quit messing around

and you are going to answer my questions.

Comprende?

[whispers] Si.

-[Jim screams] Arghh! -[groans]

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

[Fairbank] These people are very clever.

-You know what? -You're cleverer?

-Cathy. -Jean.

Were you fucking my husband?

[Fiona] Bloke called Don Johnson just rang.

Says your pool filters are ready for collection.

-It's over. -Yeah, well fuck you!

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

Look, I know people. They deal with problems like this.

It's coming. It's coming!

[screaming]