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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]