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Why go halfway across town to a chemist?

Well, maybe Eddie's
supplying him with PEDs.

Owned by Lionel Cartwright, no priors.

That bottle is a
critical piece of evidence

in a national investigation.

They found the drug that Tyler was
on. There's grounds for an appeal.

- Lucy...
- It stays between us.

Absolutely.

Let me go!

Get the fuck off!

Why don't you take your clothes
off? We can have some fun, yeah?

If you could accelerate
this matter against Flynn Pearce,

sex with a minor?

And the reason you need it accelerated?

Confidential, of course.

NCC, Bonnie Mahesh speaking.

Bonnie, Owen Mitchell.

Maybe we can catch up
at the end of the day.

This is Darren. Richard's a lawyer.

Darren's in concrete. Concrete?

Darren Faulkes.

He's been a major person of
interest in about a dozen inquiries.

Could never nail him.

We're talking about very hard people.

And I can help you with them if
you just please give me some names.

Did you know that the morning Clay died,

he was about to tell us
who runs that syndicate?

No, I didn't.

One particular call from Clay
Nelson's mystery visitor went to

Maxine's burner the same day
Oliver's wide wasn't called.

Janet King 3x06
June 29, 2017

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Adelaide, hot and 36...

Liam, get your foot off the couch.

I'm on my last shoe.

All right, Em, that's
it, outside to the middle,

other side to the middle.

- Good.
- Can you do it?

No. If you want long hair, you
have to practise your plaits.

Mum, look, it's Graham.

...placed into receivership.

Pax Chairman Mr Graham King
is being investigated by

the Australian Securities Commission
for breaches of the company code.

Mr King is accused of issuing
a fraudulent prospectus,

misrepresenting the financial
status of Pax Car Rentals,

an offence that carries a maximum...

- Is he in trouble?
- He'll sort it out.

Can you finish my hair now?

Bonnie.

Speed those kiddies to school
and get yourself to work quick as.

Have we found Maxine Reynolds?

No sign of the Big M,

but you'll never guess who's
turned up wanting a chat.

Well, where do you want to
start? You ask me, I ask you?

I'll start, Mr Faulkes, by reminding you

there are serious penalties if
you're here to waste our time.

The young bowler who took
his own life, Oliver Pittman,

boy didn't bowl that
wide of his own volition.

Someone in the stand gave him a signal,

probably when the odds
went from here to Mars.

Yes, we've already come to
that conclusion ourselves, so...

But you don't know who
gave him the signal.

I do.

Maxine Reynolds.

And what evidence do you have
for Ms Reynolds' involvement?

On the day of the A20 match,

she wore a flashy, colourful scarf,
sat to the left of the players' box

and waited for a particular phone call.

When that call came,
she took off the scarf,

gave it a wave.

Very next ball,

young Pittman bowls that uncalled
wide and all hell breaks loose.

How do you know all this?

Well, she told me.

We're old mates.

Not very matey to volunteer her name

to the National Crime Commission.

I'm no fool, sweetie.

I knew the moment that Graham King

told the world to save his own arse

that I topped up Nate Baldwin's salary

that you would be
pegging me as your Mr Big.

Look, I may have bent the rules a little

to help my football team along...

but Maxine, she's a
whole other ball game.

I don't trust him.

Darren Faulkes is not of
impeccable character, granted...

He's most likely trying
to steer us away from him.

Well, however insidious his motivations,

his evidence does fit with
what we know about Maxine.

Don't you think his
timing's slightly suspicious?

I mean, just after Maxine disappears,

Darren pops up offering the
final nail in her coffin.

She was at the A20 match.

Where she received
a call on her burner phone

seconds before Oliver bowled that wide.

And she's linked to all
our significant POIs.

If this evidence is confirmed, she's
no longer just linked to this world,

she's directly involved.

Or Maxine's a perfect
fall guy for Darren,

especially if she's not
here to defend herself.

So Maxine's dead or guilty.

Talk about damned if you
do, damned if you don't.

I'm going to the DPP.
Lina's prepping Pearl.

Janet... did you see
the news this morning?

Yeah.

Brief time!

- Shall we go to Rosie's?
- Okay, cool.

- Geoff!
- Yeah?

Have you got any room
on your dance card?

Samba? Rumba? New Vogue?

Sex with a minor.

A tricky style.

Why don't you want to
defend Mr Flynn Pearce?

Nate Baldwin's appeal's
pending. I'm up to my eyeballs.

Sure, why not?

Uh, when you stayed
with Flynn at his place,

did he have sex with you?

Yeah.

What sort of sex?

You know, sex.

Did he have vaginal
intercourse with you?

Yeah.

How many times?

I don't know. Lots.

- Most nights?
- Yeah.

Did he have oral sex with you?

Sometimes, yeah.

When he had oral sex, was
it you on him, or him on you?

Flynn's gonna love you
asking him this shit.

He doesn't have to say anything.

- How's that fair?
- It's a common strategy.

It helps prevent the accused person

from potentially
incriminating themselves.

Oh, so, it protects him?

Well, we call it a right to silence.

A right to... He was arrested.
How does he have any rights at all?

We, the prosecution, have
to make our case against him.

We have to prove he
did these things to you.

Yeah, right, so it's all on me.

Flynn's lawyer will try to imply

that you're misremembering
what Flynn did to you.

Misremember?

Well, that your
recollections are imperfect.

He fucked me a lot. How
could I not remember?

You mean they'll say I'm lying.

Pearl, um... let's have a break.

I'll get us a drink.

Fuck.

You did well. Back in a sec.

I don't think it's in Pearl's
best interests to proceed with this.

Why not?

Because she's finding
it hard enough already.

What's going to happen when she's
crossed for three hours straight?

You're preparing her for that.

There is evidence that
Flynn had sex with her?

Yeah, but we only have her statement.

Then it's your duty to prosecute him.

Janet, you're her support
person, not her counsel.

And I'm supporting her by
ensuring Flynn is convicted.

Not if she goes through all this

just to see Flynn get a community order.

I've prosecuted a lot of sex crimes.

The judge is likely to regard
his actions as non-coercive

and non-violent.

You've seen how a lot
of these trials end.

- Why are you pushing so hard?
- She has no one.

Her brother's dead, her mum's a
drunk, her stepfather's predatory.

Social services are useless.

If you and I, the law, aren't on
her side advocating for her safety,

who is?

Thank you, for the ball.

Well... I think you've
chosen well for court.

Isn't that gonna be a laugh.

That, um, Lina chick
gives me a headache.

Look, it's going to be tough,

but I believe in you and I'll be
there the whole time, all right?

Yep.

These are good, too.

Just don't know why you have to buy them

with rips already in them.

Yeah.

Need something for
your head? I can get it.

Yeah, there's tablets in the
bedroom. That would be good.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

No worries.

Pearl, um... where'd you get these?

Flynn.

Flynn gave you this Oxycodone?

I grabbed a bunch of
stuff from his bathroom.

It's the same.

Identical batch number as the pack
left for Clay to kill himself with.

I bet Flynn was the source. We
know he loves to deal a drug or two.

It wasn't him who threatened Clay.

No, it was our mystery
man. Who Flynn Pearce knows.

So, let's get an ID. Pull Flynn in.

Not yet. We should wait.

The closer his court case gets,

the more chance we've got
of him giving us something,

if he thinks we can help
him reduce his sentence.

He's definitely going down?

Well, Pearl's 15, he's 28.

Unless the jury can't add up.

How did it go with Lina?

Ah, sorry, that's Bonnie.
I'll call you back.

Bonnie.

So, a Dorothy Gale just
booked a flight to Perth.

The name on Maxine's burner phone.

Yep.

Departs in an hour.

She hasn't checked in yet.

And hang on.

From Perth, a Maxine Reynolds

is booked on an international
flight to Cape Town.

- One way.
- We're heading there now.

How's it going?

Maxine Reynolds' eTag just pinged

going into priority pick-up car park.

Okay, you take the right.

Imagine the pile of parking
fines she's gonna cop.

That's the least of her worries.

Bianca, she can't get
on that plane, all right?

We've only got a notice to attend
with no outstanding charges.

- What's happening?
- No, I can't see her.

Got her. Get to the lift!
Federal Police! Stop!

Shit. Police!

- Stop!
- Fuckin' get off me!

- Stay where you are!
- Maxine! Stop!

Maxine Reynolds! Federal Police!

Get out of my fuckin' way!

Police!

- Hey!
- Grab her!

Ooh! Jesus!

Oh! Stop!

Fucking get off me! Get off me!

What was your
involvement in the betting scam

that led to Oliver Pittman's suicide?

Whoever was behind that scam

had access to Clay Nelson,
Oliver Pittman and Nate Baldwin.

Someone like you.

I didn't do anything.

You gave the signal at the A20 match

that destroyed a young man's life,

contributed to Clay Nelson's death.

All I did was take off my scarf.

Which is ironic, because
from where I'm standing

it looks like you're
in this up to your neck.

- I didn't do anything.
- Then why run away?

Why try and leave the country?

He'll kill me if I stay.

Who's he, Maxine?
Who's behind this scam?

Ms Reynolds?

Darren.

Darren bloody Faulkes.

Okay, what's the nature of your
relationship with Mr Faulkes?

I've known him on and off for years.

In a social sense? What, business?

Romantic?

You're lovers, aren't you?

Well, on and off.

So through you, he did get access
to Clay Nelson and Oliver Pittman.

Well, at the beginning, I...

I thought this was just about money.

No one was getting hurt.

I mean, even when Oliver...

and then...

When Clay died I tried really hard

not to believe that Darren...

But he did, you see,
and now he wants my help,

again, and all I ever
did was get 10 grand,

two dead clients and
a whole lot of grief.

He wants your help for what?

I don't know.

I don't know!

What does he want you to do?

Just give him names from my client list.

I smiled. I said, "Sure, Daz.

"Sure, Daz." I gave him
the names, I walked away.

But I knew then that I had
to get the fuck out of Dodge

or I'd end up under a bus too.

Okay, has Mr Faulkes made
specific threats against you?

No, but he'll know.
He'll find out about this.

Find out about what?

That I've been talking to you lot.

Just like he found out about Clay.

All right, Ms Reynolds, should
this matter proceed to trial,

you may be required to
repeat your evidence.

No, I'm not testifying.

- Huh, Ms Reynolds...
- I am not.

If you don't follow the
directions of this commission

you'll be found in contempt and jailed.

Oh, whoop-de-fucking-do!

At least I won't be dead.

And that's what happens when
you cross Darren Faulkes.

Now, you ask Clay.

Ask Clay about that.

Please.

I'm begging you, just...
just let me go for my life.

For my life, let me go.

Please.

We can't keep her in the country anyway.

And even if we could
convince her to give evidence,

Darren paid for the scarf thing in cash,

so there's no paper trail
connecting him to Clay or Oliver.

Her word against his.

Jaz, in the past 48 hours,

thousands of new online betting
accounts have been opened

across several companies, and
not one has placed a single bet.

They're waiting for something.

Faulkes' next big sporting fix.

He's going to do it again.

Asleep?

How many fingers and
toes have you got to cross?

After Amal and the DPP,
are there any hours left in the day?

Once you sacrifice sleep,
it becomes very manageable.

Andy's going to cut back his
hours, and I want to sit the bar.

That's great. Good for you.

Convincing.

You and Ben took the bar
no problem. Why shouldn't I?

- Did you want a tea?
- No, I'm good.

Okay, spit it out.

What? I haven't... I'm not...

How do you do that?

You've always been terrible
at hiding things, Richard.

It's one of your charms.

What have you done? Slept with a client?

No, a client's wife.

I mean, she isn't even
really a client's wife.

She is his wife, but
he'd sacked me before I...

before we...

And I haven't again,
not since that night,

and especially not since
the client rehired me.

I was joking.

- Who is it?
- Oh, it's not important who...

Is it Lucy Baldwin?

Am I that transparent?

I saw the way you looked at
her at the charity auction.

It's funny you mention
the charity auction.

Ever since that night...

You know Pearl Perati?

Yeah, I'm prosecuting the guy

charged with having a
sexual relationship with her.

That incident where the
footballers groped her,

that ended up online and led to
her brother's fight with Nate?

I saw it happen.

Okay.

I mean, I was right there, Lina.

I was not five metres away from
a girl being sexually assaulted

and I... I did nothing.

Just stood there.

I knew I should have said
something or done something,

but I just did nothing.

- Bystander effect.
- It's not a defence.

I always had this idea that...

while I wasn't exactly Superman,

I was at least a half-decent
human being, but I...

Oh, you're not a bad person, Richard.

You're not.

In fact, you're such a very
good one you're not used to it

when you behave like the rest of us

and make an error of judgement or two.

So, you need a date
for the Premier's drinks?

You want to rub shoulders
with the politicians.

Might make some useful friends.

Friends or mutually beneficial contacts?

If you want to put it that way.

In what way are you beneficial to them?

Well, one, young and attractive,
two, wildly intelligent,

and three, I speak Mandarin.

And we are in the Pacific Century, so...

- The whole package.
- Exactly.

So, by accepting your invite,
I'm really doing you a favour.

What about the director
of public prosecutions?

Convicted any major crims lately?

The case that's taking up most
of my time is radicalised youth,

but incipient terrorism's
hardly a problem

compared to the forces of evil
in lawn bowls and badminton.

Hey, the NCC does important work, too.

And Queen Janet's still the
cleverest person in the room.

You betcha.

Though, she kind of is.

She drives me nuts and I
will shoot myself in the head

if I ever become that uptight,

but she's bloody smart and
she has a great wardrobe,

and, man, she is a dog
with a smelly old bone.

Just digs and digs till
she's sniffed it out.

Janet the obsessive canine.

And is her bone shaped like
Darren Faulkes, by any chance?

I can't tell you that, you cheeky shit.

Cheers.

Lina seems to think Pearl won't cope,

but she's a lot tougher
than anyone realises.

You'd have to have an iron will
to get through what she has.

Anyway, it's good. At least now
she's got a safe place to stay, so...

So, the apartment isn't
really a long-term option.

Until she's 16, it's her only option.

Well, it's not.

She can't go back to
her alcoholic mother,

and share houses for people
her age are just drug dens

and she's not old enough to get
a lease for her own place, so...

There are other options.
There's shelters, fostering.

Shelters are for short-term
crisis accommodation.

Fostering takes months
to organise, so...

Hang on, didn't you agree that
the apartment was the only option?

No, you'd already made up your
mind. Full-on prosecutor mode.

Okay, can you think of something better?

- No. It's just...
- Just what?

I just wish you'd talked
it over with me first.

Okay. It is my money.

It's not about the money.

It's the sort of decision
I thought we'd share.

Graham, hi.

I had a meeting in town,
with a lawyer, as it happens,

so I thought I'd pop around and see

how your champion
sprinters are getting on.

- We saw you on TV this morning.
- Did you, now?

Your mother wasn't allowed to
watch TV during the weekdays.

It was news, actually...

What have you got there?
Is that... is that basil?

We're making pesto.

Real, from leaves. Not
from a jar like Mum does.

- Do you want some?
- He can stay, can't he, Mum?

Oh, I'm sure he's very busy, so...

A man's got to eat, and since
it's not from a jar, let's go.

- Come on, Liam!
- I'm coming!

Um, you'd remember Bianca?

Yes, of course.

I'm surprised you two aren't
sick of the sight of each other.

- Hurry up, Graham!
- You can sit next to me.

Wow. Oh, cool!

And if you take some out...

Mm-mm-mm.

- It's higher.
- It sounds higher.

- The pitch is higher.
- Can you do it again, Graham?

Yeah.

All right, that's enough symphonies,
okay? You've got school tomorrow.

- Say your goodnights.
- Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Great pesto.

- Thanks.
- Thanks, Graham.

In amongst all this...
being bankrupt hoo-ha,

I've realised there's a few more bits

I should pass on to
you people, you know.

Mmm.

- Concerns Darren Faulkes.
- What about him?

You need to come into
the commission, then.

Give your evidence
under proper conditions.

Good, yeah. Set it up, would you?

Oh, I'd better be on my way too.

- You're not driving.
- No, I'm fine.

No, it's all right.
I'll call you a taxi.

- I'm fine.
- Don't be stupid.

Stop fussing, would you?

Well, stay here, then.

What, with you?

Yeah, yeah, if it stops you
killing yourself or someone else.

Ah, well, I do have another
early meeting with my lawyer,

so, uh... I accept.

Great.

I'll see you in the morning.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Oh, come on, it's not as
if we're going to sit around

talking about the reference all night.

Janet, you shouldn't be
talking to him at all.

What, so I just let him drive?

Well, if he's going to give
more evidence, I can't be here.

Tony will have conniptions
I even stayed for dinner.

You need to understand.

This... this is very unusual.

You don't know what it's been
like between my father and me.

You're right, I don't know,
and I did need to understand.

It's another thing it might have
been nice to have talked about.

This Security Commission inquiry...

must be very stressful for you.

Would be if I thought I couldn't win it.

And how often did the defendant
have sexual intercourse with you?

Every night.

During the day, too, if he was there.

Did you ever refuse?

I tried, but if I didn't sleep with
him, he would have chucked me out.

- How do you know that?
- 'Cause he said so.

Thank you, Pearl.

Miss Perati,

how did you come to know Flynn Pearce?

Through my brother.

And how did you come
to stay in his home?

After Tyler died, things at home
were no good, so I messaged him.

Would you mind giving
us some more details?

Was this message sent via
social media, or email?

It was Hook Up.

Hook Up? That's a dating app?

- A phone dating app?
- Yeah, I guess.

And you had your own Hook Up account?

- Yes.
- Which you set up yourself.

Yeah.

Ms Perati, how old are you?

- 15.
- 15.

Which is why we are all here.

Your Honour, could the witness
please be shown this document?

Ms Perati, is this the sign-up
page for your Hook Up account?

Did you check the box that
affirms that you are 18 or older?

Ms Perati, did you check that box?

Yep.

You represented yourself as
being above the age of consent,

didn't you?

No further questions.

You said Hook Up wasn't
your first contact

with Flynn Pearce.

Um... I'd met him a couple
of times with my brother.

What were the circumstances of
these meetings with Mr Pearce

pre-Hook Up?

Once I was waiting for Ty outside the
footy club and Flynn was there too,

and he came to see Ty at home
a couple of times as well.

What were the circumstances of
other meetings with Mr Pearce?

I was at soccer training
and Ty picked me up,

and we were in a cafe and Flynn came in.

Do you remember what you were wearing?

Um... my training
gear and my rep jacket.

And what age division were you?

Under-16s. It said so on the jacket.

Do you remember how your brother
first introduced you to Mr Pearce?

He said, "This is
Pearl, my little sister."

His "little sister".

Yeah.

Thank you, Pearl.

But if they do acquit, then there
goes the leverage on the Oxycodone.

About that, I've been
doing some digging.

Flynn Pearce studied medicine.

Dropped out in his third year,

but not before doing
a stint as a student

at the Greater Southern
District Hospital.

The hospital where the
Oxycodone was stolen from?

I'd call that leverage.

I'd call it circumstantial, but useful.

The mystery phone's turned on,

the one used at Clay's place
the night before he died.

Been dead as corduroy flares
for weeks, but just now, bing!

- Where is it?
- You'll never guess.

That's why I asked.

Cartwright Pharmacy.

Same place Eddie Cooke visited

when he was hunting
drugs for Zoe DiCosta.

Coincidence? I think not.

- Let me know if it moves. Wayne?
- Mm-hm.

There's nine people inside...

pharmacist, three staff, five customers.

Given it wasn't a woman or an
old bloke who threatened Clay,

I'd say those are our three likelies.

What do you reckon? Watch and wait?

Let's flush him out with a wrong
number. Get ready in case he bolts.

Right.

Hello?

- Is that your phone?
- No.

You answered it.

Uh... a man gave it to me.

Eddie Cooke?

You know about him too? Dear God.

Did Eddie Cooke give you this phone?

- No.
- What's your connection to Cooke?

We have an arrangement. I
import steroids from China.

As a compounding chemist,

customs checks on my
packages aren't as rigorous.

What about the phone?

Dear God.

A few weeks ago,

a man who I'd never seen before came in

and said I was to change the order

to include some other
substances as well.

Safrole, formamide, PMK.

Precursors to MDMA.

He gave me the phone,

he said when the chemicals arrive,
turn it on and call a preset number.

Are the precursors here?

Behind the toilet rolls.

- Have you made the call?
- No, not yet.

I was getting ready to
and you guys arrived.

That man, you see...
he gave me a choice.

He said if I was to make any trouble,

I would have to choose between

killing myself,

or him... killing my granddaughter.

So, the only real question

you've gotta ask yourself is this.

Who do you love more,

yourself or your son?

Was that the man who told
you to import the precursors?

Yeah.

But you can't describe him or
recall his eye colour, age, hair?

The stress.

I'm... I'm not very good with faces.

Okay, the number he was given to
call is registered to a false name.

In fact, all the numbers this
phone has ever called or received

are registered to false IDs,
including Maxine's Dorothy Gale.

The only legit one was your father,
the night Clay got monstered.

So, whoever's phone this
is is the invisible man.

- A voice but no face.
- Mm.

- Have we got a trace on this?
- Yep.

Make the call please.

- Please.
- Oh.

Okay.

It's ringing.

Ah, Cartwright Pharmacy.

Uh, yeah, um... your
product has arrived.

Okay, uh, when?

That wasn't him. The... the
man, his... his voice is colder.

Senior Constable Page will take
you back now, Mr Cartwright.

We've got a watch on your
family, so don't worry about that,

and whoever comes to collect the
precursors, just behave normally.

- We'll do the rest.
- Let's go.

Thank you.

Darren Faulkes hasn't got convictions

for amphetamine production, does he?

He's too clever to have
convictions for anything.

If he is making money from
MDMA, it's arm's length.

And even though he
knows we're watching him,

he thinks he's cleverer than we are.

Thinks we haven't twigged to
this particular string to his bow.

Plus he must need the cash since the
spot bet on the wide fell through.

Mm.

We've got tracking
devices on the precursors.

- Have to see where they take us.
- I've just got to call Lina.

See if the jury's back. Has my
father's hearing been scheduled?

- Ah, later today. Tony's running it.
- Okay.

Are they back?

Well, if they'd accepted the
Hook Up defence without question

they'd have acquitted by now.

Janet! Janet! I need you to come.

- Hang up the phone.
- I have to go.

So, guess what bunny has...

So, guess what bunny has to listen
to all the listening device files

before archiving or destroying them?

Tell me.

Put those on.

Lucy Baldwin's house, four nights ago.

Oh, God, don't stop.

- Are you sure?
- I don't know, just don't stop.

Oh, you're so beautiful.

Oh, Lucy.

It's him, isn't it?
Richard Stirling, with Lucy Baldwin?

Richard.

Archives or bin?

Ah, it's personal. Has no bearing
on our investigation, so...

That's what I thought
too, but it's your call.

Archives or bin?

Archives.

You told us your relationship
with Mr Faulkes extended only as far

as you facilitating ex
gratia salary cap payments

from him to Nate Baldwin.

I'd like to add to that, as long
as what I say remains confidential.

The NCC's not in the habit
of blabbing about our sources.

If, however, the matters proceed
to trial, you may be called.

Right, last season Faulkes approached me

asking me if I'd be interested
in being involved in match fixing.

Which matches? What sport?

Cricket, footy, soccer,

any sport connected to
the Pax Sport Foundation.

And what did Mr Faulkes ask you to do?

Keep an eye out for
any young players who may be

interested in supplementing
their... their match fees.

He wanted you to act as a spotter

for up-and-coming
athletes he could corrupt.

You could put it like that.

And did you do as he requested?

No.

We've heard Mr Faulkes
is difficult to refuse.

I laughed at him and
he never asked me again.

Oh, Mr King...

He asked me on the
23rd of March last year.

We were both on the balcony
of the Australian Club.

It was a Devils function.

You can check my diary.

We've got no hard
evidence, no paper trail,

no idea how Darren launders the millions

he makes from the betting scams.

Bonnie's fine-tooth-combed his finances.

- No sign of any hidden cash.
- It has to be somewhere.

Your father's evidence was useful.

I'll leave you to it.

Do you have plans for the evening?

Ah, leftovers. Supervising homework.

You're welcome if you
can stand pesto again.

How was your meeting with your lawyer?

Expensive. Bloody lawyers and
your five-minute increments.

We're not all driven by money.

No. You seem to enjoy
fighting the good fight.

Apparently you have an
altruistic streak, too.

Oh, I assumed you were around
somewhere, listening at the keyhole.

That bloke Gillies, your boss,

do you think he'd put
a 4good word in for me?

A good word? With who?

Well, a letter from the NCC
attesting to my good character,

my sense of civic duty,

might keep the Security
Commission's dogs at bay.

So, that's why you came in
today, to get off those charges.

Two birds, one stone.

Always got an agenda, haven't you?

You've always got something planned.

I always make the most of my options.

- Right.
- I mean, I expect you do too.

Here I was, thinking you
were actually going to do

something for someone else for once.

Don't be so childish,
Janet. It's business.

Shh! Shh, shh, shh, shh!

Keep watching.

Remember his pain.

Remember your fear.

No more questions.

You and your daddy,

you're gonna be very,
very quiet from now on.

You're gonna be as silent as the grave.

Good girl.

Graham. Graham.

Dad!

Okay, thanks. Let me know.

God, Janet, are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Your father?

Ah, fractured ribs,
bruised spleen, concussion.

He was lucky that was all.

What did he try to
do, defend his wallet?

No, it wasn't a mugging,
it was a message.

From Darren Faulkes.

It was the man who threatened
Clay and the pharmacist.

I didn't see his face.

That voice.

He told me, you know, not
to ask any more questions,

and his mates, they just...

kicked Dad to pieces.

A few moments earlier
I was so angry with him

I wanted to kick him myself.

He only gave evidence

to curry favour with the
Securities Commission.

It doesn't make his evidence false.

No, just his motives.

He's such an old bastard.

Hey, Dad.

Could the foreperson please stand?

On the charge of having
sexual intercourse

with a child between 10 and 16,

how do you find the defendant,
guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

I'm sorry.

No, it had to be that Hook Up thing.

There's no other grounds for acquittal.

Don't forget, we've
still got Flynn's connection

to the Oxycodone we
found at Clay's house.

We can use that to shake him up a bit.

Yeah, but a guilty verdict would
have made our life so much easier.

What do you mean, made your life easier?

Bianca, I've got to go.

You put me through all this shit
for something to do with your work?

The NCC does have an interest
in Flynn over another matter.

Look, but first and foremost,
I wanted to see him convicted

because what he did to you was wrong.

He got off.

Nate Baldwin.

He killed Ty and they
just let him out of jail.

I did explain the drug that
was given to Ty led to his...

You knew this was gonna happen?

- Look, Nate's punch...
- I don't...

I don't wanna hear it, Janet.

Any of it.

Nate got off, Flynn got off
and now they can go have a laugh

about how they both fucked the Peratis.

Fuck.

I owe you, mate. I owe you big-time.

What are you going to do now?

Not play footy, that's for sure.

Yanni and the Devils are in the
crap, Mitchell's gone to smoke.

I haven't heard from Maxine in days.

I need a new trade, an honest one.

Maybe I'll become a... become a lawyer.

You're the only ones
who have stuck by me.

You and Luce.

Um, we should go.

Thanks again, mate. Stay out of trouble.

Yeah.

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you know it, jump for joy ♪

♪ Yippee! ♪

♪ If you're happy and you
know it, jump for joy ♪

♪ Yippee! ♪

♪ If you're happy and you know it ♪

♪ Then you really ought to show it ♪

♪ If you're happy and you
know it, jump for joy ♪

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Woof! Woof! Woof!

Yippee! Woof! Woof! Woof!

Oh, Scrap is jumping for joy, too.

Woof! Woof! And he's wagging his tail.

Love you, sweetie.

He's been practising
tricks in front of the mirror.

Bad day for the prosecution?

Better one for the defence.

It's a function of my
pathological insecurity...

women won't like me
unless I rescue them,

be useful, somehow.

Well, rescuing's not
necessarily a bad urge,

especially if there
are dragons in the area.

You know who really did need my help?

Pearl Perati, and I failed her.

So did I.

Do you want to watch some Play School?

Yeah.

Your father's recovering?

He's got a hard head.

Maybe it runs in the family.

Someone's picking up the
precursors from the pharmacy.

- Are we connected?
- Yeah.

Wayne, we're listening.

Definitely old Hazelnut
Hinksman doing the honours.

He's on the move.

Hinksman's gone into Antonioni & Sons,

213 River Street, Mascot.

Suspected links to the Calabrian Mafia,

and 'Ndrangheta, out of Griffith.

Sale time.

Who should I follow?
Hazelnut or the Antonionis?

Hinksman will be collecting, what,
about 500,000 for the precursors?

As Tony says, we follow the money.

Stay on Hinksman, Wayne.

I'll get a second team
to watch the Antonionis.

Shannon Hinksman's back
at the St Peter's warehouse

full of cash and burner phones.

There's another car parked
out front. It could be...

Holy Dooley!

What?

It's the arsonist.

The bloke we reckon torched
Wazim Jandaphur's place.

He's carrying.

It's a semi-automatic,
by the look of it.

When they come out, what's the call?

Hazelnut or the arsonist?

Well, everything we know
about Hinksman so far

says he's just muscle.

The other guy's a blank slate.

A blank slate who burns down
houses. Shouldn't we bring him in?

Only if we do it without
alerting Faulkes we're onto him.

He's carrying a concealed
weapon. Wayne can just arrest him.

We don't want to reveal
that we've been watching him.

Or that we know about the warehouse.

I'll traffic stop him
for a broken tail-light

then arrest him for the gun.

- Does he have a broken tail-light?
- Not yet.

Now he does.

Shit.

Wayne, what's going on?

Ooh!

It's my knee. I've buggered my knee.

What about the target?
Can you stay with him?

Nuh-uh, no, I don't... I don't
think I can. He's driving.

It's a blue station wagon,
Charlie, Golf, 4, 8, Sierra, Bravo.

If we don't get a tail on
him now, we've lost him.

Shit. Okay, um, has he seen you?

No, I'm behind his car.

Okay, Wayne...

Wayne, do you have your phone on you?

- Yeah.
- Okay, put it in the tail-light.

Jeez!

Is it in?

It's in. You can track him.

He's on the move. Who's available?

Your left tail-light is broken.

It is?

Get out of the car and have a look.

I believe you, mate.

Get out of the car, have a look.

Well, fancy that.

You wanna show us your licence?

Gun! Get down! Get down!

Hands on your head!
Police! Hands on your head!

Get on the ground! Get on the ground!

Hands on your head!
Get on your knees. Do it now.

It's on his right hip.

Hands behind your back.

You're a bit of a dark horse,
aren't you, Mr Wesley John Foster?

On your feet.

Who ordered you to set
fire to Wazim Jandaphur's house?

- That's not me.
- It's clearly you.

No jury would believe otherwise.

Actually, you know what?
You're right. Yeah, it's me.

And what did you do after that?

Went to a mate's barbecue.
Well, he needed gas.

I certainly didn't burn down any houses.

This isn't helping you, Mr Foster.

The only way you'll help
yourself is to cooperate,

otherwise I will keep you
locked up, indefinitely.

Who ordered you to threaten
Clay Nelson's child?

Induce Mr Nelson to suicide?

But, Clay, you've been under

a lot of pressure lately.

I mean, all that guilt over Oliver,

it must be really eating you up, mate.

I'm sure everyone would
understand if it all got too much.

You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me.

It could look like an accident.

You didn't mean to take too many.

You just wanted everything
to stop for a little while.

I'm not doin' that.

Actually, fuck it. I'll tell
'em everything, you know.

I'll bring y... I'll
bring you all down with me.

Careful, Clay.

If you do that, mate,
we're gonna kill your son.

His school looks really nice, Clay.

How dare you threaten me?

That's your choice, Clay.

And it's all you got.

Like hell it is! You come in here...

Get the fuck out of
here, you fuckin' gorilla!

You're gonna be
very, very quiet from now on.

You're gonna be as silent as the grave.

We need absolute certainty.

So the only real question you've
gotta ask yourself is this...

who do you love more?

Yourself...

or your son?

You think that's me? Really?

Well, it's obvious to us.

I don't know about obvious.

Similar, maybe, yeah,
but nah, nah, it's not me.

Mr Foster, do you really
think such a blatant lie

would hold up in a court of law?

Well, it all depends on how good

the voice recognition
technology is, yeah?

Last time I checked, not much chop.

His prints are on the Oxycodone,

but charging him with threat to
kill means further showing our hand.

Well, we certainly
don't want Darren Faulkes

to know the real reason his
chief enforcer's off the street.

State Police will need to follow
up the concealed weapons charges.

I'll take it to the DPP.

Wayne called. Hospital's
confirmed a ruptured ACL.

He'll be out of commission
for weeks, no pun intended.

He's gutted he won't
be here for the kill.

Doesn't matter how long we
keep Wes Foster locked up for,

he's not going to tell
us anything about Darren,

who meanwhile is getting ready
to ruin another young life.

We always knew bringing Wes
in was a calculated risk.

Well, at least he's in
remand with no chance of bail.

Could we get an undercover cop
in, infiltrate Faulkes' world?

Proper undercover takes
months, years, even.

Turn someone on the inside?

Someone who already works for him?

Time line for that's massive, too.

Identifying possible targets,

researching their
weaknesses, turning them.

If we want to break open Darren fast,

we need someone he already trusts,
someone outside his inner sanctum

who can ingratiate themselves

because he believes they're compromised.

Well, if anyone can name
this particular individual

who'd be so useful to us, I'm all ears.

I know someone.

Oh, God, don't stop.

- Are you sure?
- I don't know, just don't stop.

Oh, you're so beautiful.

You're so beautiful.

Full disclosure...

Darren Faulkes has made millions
through corruption in sport.

He's also responsible for arson,

assault, drug importation
and at least three deaths,

that we know of.

Does this make your request
one that I can't refuse?

Of course you can refuse.

This is just in the
interests of full disclosure.

We're merely asking you
to consider your reputation

and your commitment to justice.

Only someone Darren
trusts can bring him down.

And we'll take every measure to
prevent him from linking you to us.

Nice shot.

Room for a fourth?

What's your handicap?

Off 10.

- Welcome to the club.
- Thank you.

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So, how can I help?

Well, I was hoping we
could help each other,

and I don't want something for nothing.

- Nate, come on.
- You know what you did, dickhead.

You've gotta remember,
the circumstances...

Nate!

How can you feel you don't owe me

some kind of explanation or apology?

I'm being straight with you, Darren.

You fuckin' better be. You only
get one chance with me, mate.

Don't underestimate her.

Never. Not Janet.

- We have to consider aborting.
- Now?

Well, an order to kill
does change things.

He still might be useful tomorrow,

but after that, we
don't him walking around.