All language subtitles for Janet King s01e02 Every Contact Leaves A Trace.eng

Sally Blakely was diagnosed
a year ago. Oesophageal cancer.

Aggressive. Just after 7pm she
started looking in a lot of pain,

according to him,

and within ten minutes
he'd given her three injections.

How many?
Three.

You charge me with assisted suicide,
they bump it up to manslaughter.

They want a big scalp, do they?

WOMAN: Mr Blakely,
we have a lady here who claims

you shut down the investigation
into her daughter's death.

Please...
Do you remember Oriana Vasilich?

This is her mother, Dianne.
Do you know who killed her daughter?

Who is this Oriana girl?
Unsolved case from '94.

Working girl, and got involved
with some very powerful people

and one day, she disappeared.
What are we doing here, Richard?

Arguing for a suspended sentence,
aren't we?

Put aside who Blakely is
for a moment,

and let's re-look at the facts
and the circumstances.

Neither of us think a man
like Steve Blakely

should end up in jail though, do we?

No, but we can't rort the system
just to get a particular outcome.

An immediate custodial sentence
in the upper range of 8-10 years..

What?!..is the minimum
that should be considered.

To hell with fair play. To hell
with teamwork or natural justice.

I don't want her
on any of our cases ever again.

What exactly are you telling me,
Mr Schaeffer?

We're just trying to locate
Mr Blakely, Your Honour.

(Whispers) He's bolted.
I'm issuing a bench warrant

for the immediate arrest
of Steven Blakely.

He left a message on his computer.
It just says 'please forgive me'.

Tracey's got something
she wants you to handle,

but I told her you'd be taking
the rest of the day off.

And doing what, exactly?

Well, I don't know.
What do normal people do?

Do we know if he owned a weapon?

He probably just scarpered.

Leaving behind his wallet and mobile?

Nothing's happened. We just have
a man who didn't turn up for court.

Which prompted him to leave
an apology note at home.

He just might have an overdue
library book. For Christ's sake!

And that's why you're offering me
the afternoon off?

Look, if you're so keen to work,
see Tracey.

Or you could always
swap places with me.

Why, where are you going?
You don't want to know.

A summons from the Attorney General.
To her office?

Yes, I know, never happens.

Usually we just communicate
via talkback radio.

Janet, I've told Erin to work
with you on the Simpson murder,

just until we find out whether you
need to do any more on Blakely.

Or not.
Thanks.

Guess I should thank you for taking
the Blakely case away from me.

That's as close as you get
to a supportive response, is it?

Well, it'd be hypocritical of me
to be supportive

when I think you
completely misjudged

the sentence recommendations.

If I want your opinion...
No need to ask.

Quite happy to volunteer.

Next time you're in court
maybe you should do as you're told.

It's just a thought.

(Reporters chatter indistinctly)
No comment, no comment.

I've got nothing to say
at this stage.

WOMAN: Will you be resigning?
Heaven's sakes, no. I won't.

(Reporters shout indistinctly)
No, I've got nothing to say.

No comment. Thank you.

WOMAN: Do you have any comment?

Go away.
Oh, sure.

Oh, no, not you. You can stay.

(Knocking)

He's alright.

I've been doing some research
on missing persons.

Why? Blakely isn't missing yet.
He's not?

Actually at the moment, that's right

because it's only been
a matter of hours.

So if we're living in a world
where Blakely's not missing,

then he could just be
confused or scared.

He might have gone for a drive
to clear his head.

Is this research?
No, that's supposition.

The police receive at least
15 missing person reports a day

and 90% of those people
are found within a week.

Found alive.

Now, they can be divided
into two categories -

people who disappear willingly
and people who don't.

People who don't who don't
disappear willingly...

This is not helping.

..could have disappeared
through misadventure, accident,

injury, miscommunication
or incapacity. See?

Anything could've happened to him.

Who is this guy, Simpson?

Ah, Neville Simpson.

Methamphetamine cook.
One of the best, apparently.

A real Heisenberg.

Victim Gus Saracen, drug dealer.

Stole from his suppliers, who are
all bikies. They didn't like it.

Simpson tracked him down, shot him,
gun hasn't been recovered,

no DNA at the scene,
but Zebina Petrakis saw it all.

Gave a statement, ID'd the shooter
without a second's hesitation.

Nice work on this brief.
Concise, considered, unemotive.

I'd say you've got a real aptitude
for this sort of thing.

Great.
It is, actually.

Not many people can deal with it
objectively and ignore the horror.

If you can do it well,
you're assured plenty of good work.

I should be grateful there's a ton
of child abuse going around

'cause it will be good
for my career?

Pragmatism. That's all.

What is the pragmatic approach
to this, then?

Legal or underage?

I can see your dilemma. These girls
could be 12 or they could be 16.

Well, measuring the forearm bones
is one way of proving age.

Well, you really need an x-ray
for that.

Uh-huh. Looking at pubic hair
patterns, that can be helpful.

Not in an era where everyone
under 40 has a Brazilian.

The pragmatic solution here
is to stick a photo in of a kid

who looks clearly,
unarguably underage.

You're joking?

There's, what,
hundreds of thousands of photos here?

No-one's going to notice
if one's been added.

I bet even your user won't pick it.
What, fit him up?

End justifies the means.
Apart from the fact it's illegal.

Doesn't do any harm, does it?

Gets a scumbag off the street

and may even save a few kids
from being abused.

Not nearly as illegal as what your
guy Clarke's been doing, is it?

(Knocking)

It was a good decision to not
reinstate the whiteboard in here.

It's so much roomier.
Yes, Richard.

Don't tell me
you have nothing to do.

Ah, no, not at all.
I was just wondering,

with Blakely missing, shouldn't we be
asking for an adjournment sine die?

I know we need to make
a formal application, Richard.

Are you telling me how to do my job?

No, I'm just happy to do it,
that's all.

It's a job for a junior solicitor.

It's just I've been working
on Blakely, so I'm, you know,

following up what needs
to be followed up.

Not looking for an excuse
to be in the court vicinity

during the working day while there's
a Commonwealth matter running?

Me? No. God, no. Court and me
are a diabolical combination.

Bit like you and court, really.
I beg your pardon?

Nothing.
What did you say?

I don't remember exactly...

Tony Gillies requested I return
to my job as Managing Solicitor

because he realised that it requires
a very particular set of skills.

Of course. It was in no way
a reflection of my advocacy.

Of course not.

So I'll just go and apply
for the adjournment, then?

OK, then. Great. Thanks.

Blakely's mobile and wallet
were there,

but his keys and his car weren't.

There was a message left
on the computer,

but apart from that the rest
of the house was pretty tidy.

Forensics found nothing unusual.
But he left his wallet.

Well, he would though, wouldn't he?

If he has done a runner, he couldn't
access any of his accounts.

Too easy to trace.

And if he's planning suicide,
he wasn't going to need any money.

So which is it?
We don't know.

It's so hard to believe either.
What the hell was he doing on bail?

Yes, well... Pleads guilty to
manslaughter and he's still on bail?

It's not uncommon,
as opposed to being called here...

Bugger uncommon, it's outrageous.
But the circumstances were unusual.

Up until the previous morning,
no-one was really thinking

he was gonna get
a custodial sentence.

He's a man of excellent character.
BOTH: Minister.

What sort of morons are you two?

We're eight months away
from an election.

We stood on a platform
of law and order

and now we all look like idiots.
Look, Gail... Don't 'Gail' me.

If either of you two want the chance
to sire children again,

you'll tidy this up
as quickly as possible.

I will not be a laughing stock.

There's a cartoon in today's paper
showing us as the Keystone Cops

while Blakely paddles to Argentina.

Hmm. Remarkable likeness.

Even my own staff
are laughing at it.

Have you any idea
the level of political damage

humour can cause, gentlemen?

Oh, yes, humour. Terrible thing...
Surely the ramifications...

I'm sorry,
did I invite a conversation?

Did you get the impression
that I was interested

in your opinion about this mess?

You're here so that I can know
you've heard with your own ears

what I'm about to say.

Find him, dead or alive.

I want speed, I want
professionalism, I want a result.

All the loose ends tied up.

Get it off the front page
as soon as possible.

Are you capable of that?

Tatum.
(Sighs)

I'm busy, Richard.
Five minutes.

Three, two, tops.
One. Go.

The other day I was so surprised
to see you, I just...

I wanted to say sorry for the sex...
Not for the sex, obviously.

For saying 'sex'
in front of a whole lot of people.

Totally inappropriate.
I should have realised.

This is about the worst apology
I've ever made.

Are you done?
Yes. No, look, can we just...

What?
You know?

No, I don't. You tell me.
Be civil. Be friends.

Oh, now you want to be friends?
I know, I stuffed things up.

Yes, you did. And you can't ring me

and leave five messages for me
at the office.

I think it was six, actually.
I didn't want to leave messages.

I thought you'd be there -
it was after five.

No, I didn't go back yesterday
after court.

I just got changed
and went to the gym.

Bit of a swim, bike, treadmill. Not
that I need to explain that to you.

Right, but normally
if I called the office? No.

What if I had a question
about a jurisdictional issue

and I needed advice from someone

who knows the Commonwealth stuff
inside out?

Google it.

Right.

Goodbye, Richard.

Sorry to have to do this.

Well, you always have to look
at family first. I know the drill.

Did you see your father last night?

No. I offered to go home with him
but he was playing the tough guy.

I don't think he wanted me
to know how upset he was.

I should have gone anyway.

If I'd just been there...
I don't know.

You weren't exactly
in a great place yourself.

Yeah, Jack came by. That helped.

What'd you... What'd you talk about?

Ah, he just wanted to let us know
that if Dad did get jail time

that he'd still be looked after.

That it'd be minimum security

and he'd be segregated
from the normal jail community,

and I think he'd just been
to tell Drew the same thing.

He didn't want us stressing.
Thank you.

Look, as well as, you know, we
think WE know Steve, he's your Dad.

What do you think he was thinking,
or feeling, you know,

where his head, his mind was?

I can't imagine suicide.
He never ran from anything.

I mean, both running and suicide,
they're both like, um, not facing.

He always faced things.

I don't know what to think.

Losing Mum. It was like losing
his heart and soul.

You saw him after the funeral.
He was a wreck.

And then losing the case.
You know, like...

Like losing his job
and what people thought of him.

He had never had to cope
with anything like that before.

One on top of the other.

And maybe he did just crack a bit.

What, you think he might have
suicided?

Maybe.
No, never. It's just not him.

It's just not at all...
You sure about that?

The last few weeks were just
shock after shock.

Then that crazy lawyer wanted
to put him away for a decade.

Like, that was just mad.
Oh, I could've killed her for that.

(Sighs)

Back to square one.
Poor bloody kids.

They've just buried their mother,
for God's sake.

Scattered, you mean. Scattered,
buried, whatever you call it.

They held this little ceremony,
up at North Head.

I remember that. That was the night
you had to go charge him, wasn't it?

Yeah.
Has anyone checked it out?

Yeah, I'll check.

So what've we got?

Car's unlocked,
keys under the front seat.

No obvious blood, no obvious damage

to the interior of the car
or the boot.

Tarred area's not going to give us
much joy in the way of footprints,

but we'll be taking the car
in after this.

Search and rescue?
On their way.

Steve scattered Sally's ashes here.

I'd say they were together now.
Wouldn't you?

REPORTER: Authorities are looking
for a body following the discovery

of Assistant Commissioner
Steve Blakely's car at North Head.

Blakely has not been seen
since his failure to appear at court

for the sentence
following his plea of guilty

to the manslaughter of his wife.

Bank accounts have not been touched

and his mobile phone was left in his
home on the night he disappeared.

Thank God. It has been the shittiest
day, non-stop, both of them.

I've sung, played music,
walked them in the park,

I've ignored them but they've
just been out of sorts all day.

Tonight these little darlings
are all yours.

I'm having a very large,
very alcoholic drink.

You wanna make me one too?
You know the rules.

Breastfeeding's over.
Hang on...

Over.
It's supposed to be gradual.

You can't just stop.

We're both tired,
and I had a shitty day too.

I think I want a job in retail.

(Chuckles)
What?

You'd be terrible at it. Plenty
of people are terrible at retail.

Shut up. You love what you do.

Yeah, but will the kids still love me
when they know what I do?

You kidding? You put away bad guys.
Why would you worry about that?

Because I want them to grow up
learning about tolerance,

forgiveness, acceptance.

And my whole job's about guilt
and blame and punishment.

A man killed himself because of me,
so what kind of a role model am I?

Let me get you that drink.

The car was found here
and his accounts

still haven't been touched
since Wednesday.

No sighting at any port.

Had he withdrawn any large sums
of cash

in the week or two
before he disappeared?

No, no.

And the only prints found on the
steering wheel were Blakely's.

That's pretty conclusive, then.

Well, someone else might have driven
the car there, wearing gloves maybe.

Is that even worth considering?

We're considering everything
at this stage.

No, he's disappeared,
his money's untouched,

his car's found
at a well-known suicide spot,

which also happens to be where

his recently dead wife's ashes
were scattered.

There's no other credible scenario
except suicide.

Yeah, well, maybe Drew or Maya
have helped him escape.

You really don't want this
to be suicide, do you?

I don't want to be investigating
Steve Blakely at all.

I want him back at work,
keeping us all in our places,

but that's not gonna happen.

I imagine Jack Rizzoli's
breathing down your neck.

Jack and everyone else.
They're breathing on us too.

I'd be relieved if it were anything
other than suicide, but look at it.

I know.

Keep me posted.

Always.

Excuse me. I'm Detective Senior
Sergeant Andy Campbell.

I'm making enquiries about the
disappearance of Steven Blakely.

Yeah. Terrible business.

Poor Drew and Maya.
So much to deal with.

You didn't happen to see anyone
Wednesday afternoon at all, did you?

I did, actually.

He was walking back in from putting
his bins out around six-ish.

I was out here telling the boys

they had about an hour
left before dinner.

The boys were out here
on the street?

My son, and Tim and Harry
from across the street.

They were doing tricks
on their bikes.

Could I have a word with him?
George!

Someone was yelling at his front
door a little bit later on, too.

It was around news time.
Sounded pretty irate.

This is George. Say 'hello'.

G'day, mate. I'm Andy.

I believe you're pretty good
on your bike.

You and your mates were out here
on Wednesday night, yeah?

Actual words might be helpful.
Yeah.

OK. You didn't see anything,
did you? Anything unusual?

People or cars you didn't recognise,
anything like that? No?

Did you take any pictures
of your mates?

Video? Something for YouTube?

Thanks.

You don't mind if I have a play with
it? Just don't delete anything.

BOY: Bring it on!

(Boy laughs)

It's only in shot
for about two seconds,

'cause the boys
were swinging it around.

But this car is parked
outside Blakely's house,

and the iPhone says it's 7:12pm.

And the neighbour, Phoebe Green,

heard a female voice
yelling outside the door

just as the news started,
so about 7pm.

Presumably,
that's the woman in the coat.

Who is she?
Dunno.

But the car's registered
to a Brian Vincent.

Do you drive a silver Toyota Avalon,
licence UUR 709, Mr Vincent?

Uh, yep. That's right. Yep.

Were you in Spencer Street,
Longueville, last Wednesday night?

Depends what time.
I work most nights, so...

Whereabouts?

I'm a nurse
at Northern Districts Hospital.

Detective Campbell?

What's your relationship
with the woman in that photo?

That's my mother.

You're Brian Vincent
or Brian Vasilich?

I changed my name
after my sister died.

You are Dianne Vasilich's son?

Yeah.

Were you and your mother
in Spencer Street Longueville

last Wednesday night?

Should I be ringing a lawyer?

(Knock at door)

Mrs Vasilich, I'm Detective
Senior Sergeant Andy Campbell

and we have a warrant for your
arrest and we have a search warrant.

You do not have to say anything,
but anything you do say

may be used in evidence against you.

Do you understand that?

When did you have that dry-cleaned?

Thursday.

If anyone has seen my father,
please get in touch with the police.

We're all very worried about him.

Uh...
It's OK.

Just any help at all.
That would be greatly appreciated.

Ah, ah, sorry to interrupt.
It's very important.

You've got to come with me now,
and Richard. Richard! Richard!

Let me summarise
what Andy's put together so far, OK?

We have a lady yelling outside
Blakely's door at about 7pm,

then it goes quiet.

We don't know what time
Brian's car gets there

but we have him in the background
of an iPhone video at 7:12pm.

We can't see inside the car,

so we can't identify
that it actually is Brian.

But the lady in the coat is Dianne.

Right, Brian claims that he
and Dianne went down to the park

and had a chat while she calmed down
and they both get in the car

and he drives back
to Northern Districts Hospital

where they have a cup of tea
before his shift begins.

Security cameras at the hospital?
Yes, but it'll take a day or two.

Now we know that he spent the
rest of the night there on shift

and she stayed as well.

Odd?

Well, no. Not if you wanted
to prove you weren't somewhere else.

And the coat?

Well, it's being examined now, but
it's been dry-cleaned, conveniently.

OK. What's your hypothesis?

Dianne kills Blakely.
How?

We don't know, but it happens.

She calls her son, he comes over,

they wrap the body in the
drop cloth, they haul it outside.

Put it in the back of Blakely's car.

Brian drives Blakely's car up to
North Head, she follows in HIS car,

they both get the body out of the
car, and dump it into the ocean,

probably weighed down,
then get back into Brian's car

and drive back
to Northern Districts Hospital

where they know
they'll be seen on CCTV.

Currently that fits
all the known facts.

Now my question is,

how much more do we need before
I can get this indictment signed?

Uh...

Have you got divers
looking around North Head?

Yeah, but the conditions
are pretty treacherous.

Well, a body would help enormously.
Appreciate that, but otherwise?

Well, obviously the times
need to work.

How long it takes
to drive out to North Head

and then back to the
Northern Districts Hospital.

We're working on that.
A murder weapon would be handy too.

At least some evidence of a violent
act. Gun, knife, crowbar...

Is she even physically capable
of killing a man like Steve Blakely?

See this?

You stab me in the eye with this pen
and you could kill me, Janet.

You don't have to be strong
to murder someone.

You've just got to want to do it.

Does Dianne have any history
of violence?

You know, we don't have to be here.

It's called professional courtesy,
Tony.

It'd be refreshing to know
we were running the same way, yeah?

And we appreciate you coming here
when you're obviously flat out.

I suppose it's just coincidence
the Vasilichs drove to the same spot

where Sally's ashes were scattered.

You want to take over the whole
case? You may as well.

You know why I want this
fast-tracked, Tony, huh?

I thought you did too.

If you want your indictment signed,
these questions need to be answered.

Otherwise this won't get past
committal. I'm actually on your side.

How could I possibly forget?

I knew Steve wouldn't have topped
himself. I knew it in my gut.

Yeah, and you trusted that.
But I didn't.

You know, that's the thing. I almost
let myself get talked out of it.

Oh, it's hard to distinguish
gut instinct

from what you want to be the truth.

I don't think I wanted the truth to
be that, you know, he was murdered.

In his own home.

We get truth overload in our jobs,
don't we?

Oh, truth and endless lies.

You've got to feel sorry
for that Vasilich woman.

No, I don't.

Well, no, just that
she's still so cut up

about her daughter's death
from 20 years ago.

That she took away some other kids'
father?

Maybe her daughter
shouldn't have been

hanging out with crims and junkies.

Maybe if she'd brought her daughter
up properly in the first place,

none of this would have happened.

Blame the mother?
That's pretty harsh.

That mother just murdered someone.

Don't you think that might indicate
that she'd be a shitty parent?

Kids go off the rails
for all sorts of reasons.

What is with all the defence
barrister bullshit?

Mothers are the ones
who cop most of the blame.

It's the default position.

Fucked up perpetrator,
unhappy childhood, blame the mother.

Fathers don't exactly get a good rap.
No parents do.

Fuck.

It's late. I've got work to do.
Hey.

Hey, come on, come on.

We... we are going to be
great parents one day.

Isn't that what everybody thinks?

Probably. But some of us have
got to be right, statistically.

Come here.

Dianne's interview.

This photo was taken out
the front of Steve Blakely's house

the night before he went missing.

It shows your son's car.

This is you, isn't it?
Approaching the car?

Wearing the animal print jacket
we took from your house.

Neighbours who report hearing
an argument between Mr Blakely

and a woman that same night.

Mrs Vasilich, did you see
Steven Blakely that evening?

Did you talk to him?

Why'd you go to his house?

Mrs Vasilich, do you intend
to answer any questions?

No.

She had legal advice.

In a way.

She's spent years fundraising for
the Victims of Crime Association,

so she knows what the general advice
is when charged with anything.

Shut up.
Yes.

Motive?

She resented Blakely
for dropping the investigation

into her daughter's death

and for never telling her
the main suspect.

Resented?
She was very frustrated about it.

That's all on the public record.
Resentment, frustration.

That's a long way from motivating
a murder, don't you think?

Well, there is her
inflammatory language.

No body, no confession, no supporting
forensics and a weak motive.

And the police seriously think
they have a case?

Sorry, but until we get more,
I have to spend time on a real murder

with a real body and a real killer,
and a real chance.

This Simpson murder.

Although we can put the shooter
in the general vicinity

without Zebina Petrakis's eyewitness
account, we don't have a case, do we?

No, we don't.

They let you and your womb
back in to play?

I'm sure the Law Society
will accept a written complaint.

From me or Steve Blakely's kids?

Look, it won't take us long
in there this morning.

You could always suggest a nolle,
run off home right now.

You never know,
you might just catch Play School.

Why does anyone ever complain
about barristers?

Can't imagine.

Ms Petrakis, could you please
tell the court where you were

on the afternoon of Friday, May 27?

Ms Petrakis.

I can't remember.

Well, I have a statement
signed by you

that says you were at a self storage
facility called Your Other Garage.

Does that jog your memory a little?
No.

Just take your time.

I can't recall exactly.

Um, if I could ask you
to look at a photo.

Your Honour, if the court pleases,
a photo of Your Other Garage,

for identification only
at this stage.

Thank you, Madam Crown, that
document will be marked 'MFI-1'.

Do you recognise the building
in that photo?

No.

I know court can be
an intimidating place,

so just take as much time
as you need.

If the witness has no recall,
Your Honour,

the prosecution doesn't have a case.

Thank you, Mr Hadley.

Madam Crown, Mr Hadley
will be correct if your witness

continues this unfortunate loss
of memory.

Perhaps you'd like to address me
on Section 38 of the Evidence Act.

Thank you, Your Honour, but instead
of declaring the witness hostile,

could we stand the matter down
so Ms Petrakis might compose herself?

Your Honour, I hate to see
valuable time wasted

where the witness
has no recollection.

My client is a loving family man

whose children have missed him
terribly.

Another moment in remand
amongst hardened criminals

could have a profound
psychological impact on him.

I have another matter that is ready.

I'll stand this down
part-heard until the 12th.

Thank you, Your Honour.

We know you're frightened.

Intimidating a witness
is a crime in itself.

If anyone's threatened you,

we will tell the police
and they will be charged.

No-one's said anything.
They'll face up to seven years jail.

I just don't remember, OK?

Did you see the victim's wife
in court? How devastated she was?

I don't know his wife.
I don't know what she looks like.

Well, we're also in contact with the
parents of the man who was killed.

They knew he hadn't led
the most innocent life,

but he'd always been a good son

and they were so grateful
to hear that at least

there was going to be some justice.

That means a lot to them.

You have a son, don't you, Zebina?

Isn't he about six or seven,
is that right?

Stefan.
Stefan, that's it.

And I bet you spend a fair bit of
your day trying to teach him

what to do and what not to do.

Tuck in your shirt, use the soap,
flush the toilet.

How does he learn
about responsibility?

It's about watching you, isn't it?

He looks at what you do and who
you are. He copies what you do.

Believe me, as a mother myself,
I am only too aware of that.

If we want them to live a good life,
we have to set the example.

They have to see us
live by our principles

and do what we know is right,
don't they?

(Knocking)

Just a moment.

Can I talk to you later?

They found paint particles
in the boot of Blakely's car.

It matches the paint
in the living room?

It all fits with the drop sheet,
and possibly a dead Blakely

wrapped up in the drop sheet
having been in the boot.

There's more apparently,

but Andy doesn't want to say
anything else over the phone.

Oh, they also want to know when
we're going to sign the indictment

against Vasilich and her son.

When we've got a reasonable chance
of a conviction.

In their mind,
that bar's been jumped.

What do you think?

Andy wants you to meet him
outside the Blakely house

just before seven tonight.

He'll go over everything.
On site?

You want us traipsing round
Blakely's house with the cops?

I get dragged out to see the AG,

you can get dragged out
to assess a theory.

It might even give you what you need
for a draft indictment,

assuming you still want
to stay on Blakely?

Yes, I do.

I thought you might say that.
Can't exactly give it to Owen.

He'll call for the death penalty
before he's even opened the file.

He might have ditched the uniform,

but he'll always be one of them
before he'll be one of us.

So why'd you give him the job?
This place needed a bit of mongrel.

Once you were taken out
of circulation?

And in your absence.

Look, if it conflicts with Simpson,
tell Tracey to give that to Owen.

He'll love locking up bikies.
Just don't tell him why.

Your leftovers, complete with
a reluctant witness. I'm flattered.

Bikies a little too rough
for your delicate sensibilities?

Mm, that must be it.

High-profile bikie murder.
You sure you want to pass it on?

I mean, you've had
a lot more practice

at dealing with the media
than I have.

I know it's in safe hands.

And I'm sure you'll be able
to withstand the public scrutiny.

I'll do my best.
It's all we can ask for.

So this Petrakis woman,
what's her problem?

She scared of them too?
Why don't you ask HER?

I will. Thanks for the tip.

Pleasure.
Good luck with your witness.

I don't need luck
where the ladies are concerned.

Neither do I.

Ah, hey, darling, it's me.

Look, I've been caught up
with things here,

and I should be home
in about half an hour.

Hope the monsters
are behaving themselves.

Thanks for coming out.
It's my first view.

Be great if you guys
could do this more often.

I don't think we need to see this
as precedent-setting.

OK. It's just on seven.

This is the time Dianne was heard
yelling outside the front door.

Blakely, come on! Open up!

I know you're in there!

Blakely opens, Dianne pushes inside
and begs him, please, one last time.

Wanting to know
who murdered her daughter.

Exactly. He says, 'Leave me alone,
you desperate creep',

or something like that.
If he actually lets her in at all.

She takes out a gun or a knife -
we're not sure.

In the heat of the moment,
she's been asking all these years

and getting nowhere.
(Gunshot)

She brought a gun with her?
Or a knife.

I thought it was a pen.

But there was a weapon of some sort

and Blakely falls onto the drop
sheet on the living room floor,

the one he put down
while he was painting.

Which explains why there's no blood.
Yes.

But she hasn't really thought
this through, so she needs help.

She calls Brian, her son.

Brian. Darling, it's Mum here.

Come get me.

The time is?
7:03.

Brian's phone records show he got
a phone call from Dianne at 7:04

that lasted 34 seconds.

Plenty enough time to say, 'Get over
to Spencer Street, I need a hand.'

Brian was already on the road,
heading down the Pacific Highway.

He takes the Longueville Road exit,

and then he drives through Lane
Cove, and then he pulls up here...

..at?
7:07.

Brian finds himself looking
at a bloody body

and wondering what the hell
his mother's done.

And she says she's murdered him.

Brian, who's not as worked up,
starts thinking fast,

decides they have
to make it look like suicide.

So he grabs Blakely's car keys

and starts rolling the body up
in the drop sheet.

Manoeuvring a dead body
on your own's pretty difficult.

Well, he's a nurse.
He's used to hauling bodies around.

Then they head out the back door.

It's a bit of a struggle to get the
body out and into the boot.

Dianne's not much help
but Brian manages...

..desperate to protect his mother.

The drop sheet leaves
paint particles in Blakely's boot,

but no blood.
Correct.

Brian suggests
he'll take Blakely's car

and that Dianne should follow
in Brian's car

and they'll get rid of the body
somewhere.

And they just happen
to decide on North Head?

Well, the papers carried
a report from the inquest

saying Sally Blakely's ashes
were scattered there.

I mean, Dianne knows that.

She's obsessively read
everything about Blakely.

We found clippings she's kept ever
since her daughter's disappearance.

She knows if they leave his car
up at North Head,

it'll look like suicide.

So they decide
to leave a suicide note.

Spot on.

They know they can't handwrite
a suicide note.

So they decide to use the computer.
Which isn't password-locked.

No.

So Brian tells Dianne to take his
car and meet him around the corner.

He's going to type the note,

clean the keyboard then drive
Blakely's car out the back.

So Dianne heads out the front at...?

7:10.

Dianne is caught on the boy's iPhone
at 7:12.

And IT say the suicide note
was typed on the computer

at 7:16 and 25 seconds.

I wish you'd warned me we were going
on the full Magical Mystery Tour.

Well, you might not have said 'yes'.

So technically, this is a kidnapping.

I really appreciate you
taking the time to do this.

Yeah.

Hey, it's me. Yeah, look, I know.

Um, no, no, no, you eat.
I'll grab something when I get home.

It feels very visceral.
It really... really brings it alive.

Shit, the shopping. Look, I'll do
that. Sorry, I completely forgot.

It's kind of ironic, really,
given it's about a body.

I'll text you when I'm on my way.
Right, bye.

I'm taking this route
to show you there are no tollways

so unless they tripped
a speed camera, which they didn't,

we've got no way of actually
tracking this part of the journey.

This is where Blakely's car
was found,

with flecks of paint
from his living room in the boot.

They probably carried
the body down this way.

From this cliff top,
straight drop to the ocean.

At 7:40 last Wednesday night,
the tide was going out

and it kept going out
for another three-and-a-half hours.

It's pretty chilling.

OK, let's keep going. You coming?

You've got the hospital CCTV footage,
haven't you?

Yep.

And it shows Brian and Dianne
walking into the main foyer.

What time?
8:21 and 14 seconds.

It's now 8:22.

And yet, for all that,
given all the excellent police work,

I still detect a hesitation.

And you know why.

Oh, I hate conflict.

Call the meeting, Tony.
Get it over with.

You're fucking joking.
The odds are well against us.

Bullshit! Really? You still
think he suicided? Seriously?

Andy, I really was impressed.
On the balance of probabilities,

I'd say you could be right.
Oh, you...

And unfortunately, balance
of probabilities is one thing

and beyond reasonable
doubt is another.

All the defence has to do
is create reasonable doubt

that also fits the facts
and we're shot.

And what would that be?

Blakely could have taken the drop
sheet to the tip any day that week.

Then on Wednesday night
he slams the door in Dianne's face.

Brian comes, takes her to the park,

they talk for an hour
until she calms down.

Meanwhile, Blakely
leaves a note on his computer

then drives himself to North Head
and jumps.

Then Brian takes his mum
to work for a cup of tea.

Same facts, different story,
but you have reasonable doubt.

If that's all you've got,
we're not going to succeed.

You won't be needing these, I guess?

Ah, no.

Until you have more then of course,
please, bring them back.

We need a body, Jack.
That's what we need.

Shall we?

They took that better
than I thought they would.

No, they didn't.
Well, they didn't say much.

Oh, yes, they did.

So that's it?

No.

As a common courtesy,

we thought we'd let you know
exactly what we were planning.

You can do it?
Yes. Yes, we can.

And Dianne Vasilich will go to
court, and we believe we will win

and everyone will know exactly
what your father went through.

It'll be a vindication
for all of us, but especially him.

Thank you.

I have to say, this is the most
interesting matter to cross my desk

since I've been back at the bar.

You really want to go
behind the DPP's back?

Just bypass them altogether,
and run your own trial?

Yes.

And we can, under Section 9 of the
Criminal Procedure Act of 1986.

Well, you don't need my advice then,
do you?

Glad it didn't happen
when I was there.

Is it winnable?
(Sighs) Yes.

I've read stronger briefs,
but it's winnable.

The absence of a body's unfortunate,
but not fatal, as it were.

The trick will be in making any
alternate version of events

sound faintly preposterous.

Well, I've got no doubt she did it.

Would you be interested
in running it for us?

Of course, we would brief you
through all the correct channels.

Well, as a barrister,
I can only refuse a brief

if I lack experience
in the area in question,

which is hardly the case here.

Glad to hear it, David.

Of course, you'll still need
an ex-officio indictment

from the Attorney General to proceed

without the approval of
the Director of Public Prosecutions.

I can't say yes without that.

I know.

We really appreciate you coming in.

Your evidence
will ensure a conviction.

Now, Owen's a little different from
Janet, but he's a fine advocate.

You're in good hands, I promise.

Will we be long?
I've only got an hour on the meter.

That should be plenty. If not,
I can nick out and feed your meter.

Oh, Ms Petrakis.
Thanks for coming in. Please.

Any luck remembering anything?

No?
Not a lot.

It's so long since
I made the statement.

I know it's in the statement,

but it's like writing
a diary about what you did years ago.

You can read it, but that doesn't
mean you can actually remember it.

No. No, I totally understand.

Although we do tend to recall
our more memorable moments.

Our first kiss, our wedding day.

A man getting his head blown off
10m in front of us.

Some things just can't be forgotten,
can they?

Unless of course remembering them
is no longer in our best interests.

Which is what happened here,
isn't it?

There haven't been any threats.
I believe you.

Because a threat only happens
if you turn down the first offer

which is usually a financial
incentive. Am I right?

Actually I know I'm right,
so we can stop

the whole talking-in-riddles thing.

Bank records.

Easy enough to access
in a case like this.

Two weeks ago you paid off your
mortgage with $100,000 in cash.

Want to tell me
where that came from?

They're smart, these guys,
aren't they?

Much better than threatening
to break your legs.

It was a gift.

But they wouldn't be happy
if you took their money

then shat all over them anyway,
would they?

No wonder you didn't
say anything in court.

It was a gift from my uncle.
In cash? Where did he get it from?

Look, Zebina, the point
is we can only keep thugs like him

off the street
if our witnesses help us.

Now we can offer you
all sorts of carrots -

morally, physically,
witness protection, etcetera,

but we also have a big stick.

Convincing me about your
cashed-up uncle is one thing.

But if the Tax Office
hear about this,

they will check every answer
you give them

and trawl over every receipt
for God knows how long,

and I do sincerely hope that you've
kept your tax returns up to date.

So think carefully.
Who do you really want to upset?

If it's us, I'll have you declared
a hostile witness

and question all your finances.

If it's them, we'll look
into immediate relocation

for you and your son.

You can't do that.
You'll be safe as houses.

Excuse me.

Look, I know this
is all very daunting.

Can I get you a cup of tea?

Would you do that?
Yeah, of course. Thank you.

Thanks for coming in, Zebina.

Hopefully hear from you
by the end of the day.

Don't like our chances.

And I don't like you questioning me
and my work in front of a witness.

You totally intimidated her.
And you lied to her.

I expedited a process, that's all.
Oh, right.

Erin, I've just
secured the assistance

of an eye witness in a murder case,

while you've been fluffing around
making cups of tea.

I have a very big problem
with that man.

Not your type?
He's exactly my type.

He's like every boyfriend
I've ever had.

Smart and self-righteous
and a bully.

Don't forget handsome.
And he bends the rules.

But he also gets a lot of results,

which makes you wonder if we
shouldn't follow his lead,

doesn't it?
Lina!

Oh, don't worry. As tempting
as it is, I can't do it either.

But I know what your problem with
Owen is.

I do not.
Yes, you do. You totally fancy him.

Rizzoli did what? Jesus, bloody
two-faced... Is this a...

Right, ten minutes.
..bad time?

Oh, it's always a bad time.

The job description for the
new Solicitor Advocate position.

Have you had a chance...

No. Tomorrow, maybe.
We do need to get it circulated.

Well, send it out.
It's bound to be brilliant.

I might even apply for it myself.
Got to be more fun than doing this.

You left me with no alternative,
Tony.

You should be collecting
stronger evidence!

They have the evidence.
Oh, according to who?

What excitable baby barrister
got roped into this grand charade?

David Sinclair.

David?

I'm sure you remember him.
Your predecessor.

Oh, look, can we just pause
for a second?

Can we look at the principle here?

I know there's a long-forgotten
clause in an Act

that was written 20 or 30 years ago,

but what is at stake here is
the independence and integrity

of the Office of Public
Prosecutions.

If we can be undermined every time
the police feel hard done by,

then it is the end...

The end of the DPP picking
and choosing what suits them.

The end of a system
where police work

is assessed by an independent body.

So we're the only ones who
are able to make mistakes, are we?

You're always right?
I didn't say that.

While you're able to choose
the briefs that suit you,

but you don't want us
to say when you're wrong.

We fuck up, you're perfect.
The world according to the lawyers.

You just want your own way
even if it means

dismantling the
criminal justice system.

I just want to see the killers
in jail as quick as possible.

Alright, this has been wonderful
sport, gentlemen. Now it's my turn.

I asked both of you for a quick,

fully professional response
to Blakely.

The cold truth is,
only one of you listened.

Tony, I'm going to sign this
ex officio indictment in 24 hours

unless the DPP agree to prosecute
Dianne Vasilich and her son

for murder.

It's up to you.

I'd like to see
David bloody Sinclair run a trial.

Maybe we should let him do it.

You really wanna risk that?

Oh, what's the worst
that could happen?

We run it and win, we're heroes.

They run it and lose,
they're idiots.

But if we run it and lose...
Ugly.

Or they run it and God forbid, win...

Monumental disaster.

But if we give in just to avoid that
happening, where does it end?

The police'll have us on a leash.

What would you do?

Uh-uh, no, this is your call.

That's why you get paid
the big bucks.

Ha!
Your call.

Oh, God.

Maybe we could get Tracey to decide.

Alright. Alright.

Have a good night.
Ha!

Why do I have to work with Owen?

Well, it's your punishment
for defecting

to the defence team for a while.

He got Zebina Petrakis's
bank records

and found out she'd taken a bribe
to keep quiet.

Speedy work on the subpoena.

I don't think he got a subpoena.
Not officially.

Now he's threatening to bring
the whole ATO down on her.

He thinks the Tax Office is a bigger
threat than a bikie gang?

Maybe she just needs a friend.

We were doing well with our softly,
softly approach.

You know, it usually
it works in the end.

How often have you tried softly,
softly before? Honestly?

Many times. Hundreds, at least.

That's what you taught me, was it?

12 months ago you'd have gone on the
attack until you got what you wanted.

Not necessarily.
Yeah, right.

You know me too well.

Oh, hey, did I tell you?
Emma is walking.

Oh, my God! That's fantastic!

I know.
How exciting!

Next thing I know they'll
be at university.

Very cosy.

Job going well, then?

I told you I'd never forgive you
walking out

and leaving me in charge,
and I haven't.

And now this piece of treachery.

David!
Hello!

Hello.

Good to see you
out and about the courts again.

And you. How've you been?
Keeping busy.

I'm doing fine, thanks.
He's a traitor.

I haven't even done anything yet.

Can't without an ex officio
indictment.

You could have said 'no'.

Why? Jack Rizzoli would have
just gone barrister shopping.

I'd have been out of pocket, you'd
be in the same situation anyway.

So who was that going to help?

But if I still refuse to run it,
what'll you do?

I'll try my very best to win it,
Tony.

That's what I've been briefed to do.

Let's all have lunch
together sometime.

We have to go for it.

Tony, we're not ready.

We have to run this trial
against Dianne Vasilich

and bust every brain cell
we have to win it.

There is doubt everywhere.
It's against all our principles.

Yours, mine, the code of ethics.

It's politics over principles
for once, I'm afraid.

We cannot risk them running it
and winning it. It'll kill us.

And we cannot let the police
take back more prosecutions.

We'll lose our autonomy,
what we stand for, everything.

It's as simple as that.
And we have to win it.

And the person most likely
to win it is...

You a betting woman?
Why?

Is our friend Ms Petrakis going
to turn up and give evidence,

or disappear into suburbia
with her ill-gotten gains?

I don't bet, especially
not on something like that.

Well, that's a shame,
'cause there she is.

Someone must have convinced her
it was the right thing to do.

Bikies won't be happy.
Simpson's their most valuable cook.

Days like this you realise how much
fun you can have in prosecution.

Hey, Geoff.
Yeah, hold on.

Go grab the witness. Do a little
bit of girly stuff with her.

You know, make her feel special.

They might even want to plead
now they know we've got her.

Hello, Zebina. I'm so glad you came.
It's a courageous thing to do.

I feel sick.
You'll be fine, I promise.

It'll be over before you know it
and you can go home to your boy

and forget that any of this ever
happened.

(Gunshots)

All we've got is a victim.
Cause of death

severe trauma to the head
from a high-powered firearm.

I walked you through every detail.

Except how she killed him.

And not further evidence
to work with - nothing.

What am I meant to say?

And how about Blakely's children?
How are they gonna feel about this?

Better than if Dianne walks.

I hear you've applied for silk.
It's no secret.

And winning a sensational case
wouldn't hurt.

Maybe. I hadn't thought of that.

They've got Janet King
looking at me?

That's got your attention,
hasn't it?

Well, mate, they had us...

Come here, you mouthy little prick.
I'll fucking kill ya!

Dianne Vasilich, I've got
a real good story about her.

Well, I'm down near Gerringong
which is not good news.

Why?

Because a bushwalker
just found a body.

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