All language subtitles for Janet King s02e01 The Invisible Wound.eng

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[
SARAH BLASKO: Don't Dream It's Over]

I need the receipt. Hang on a sec.
I think it's in the back.

I know I brought it.

Got it.

Oi, mate!
(Gunshot)

(Screams)

(Cries) Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, my...! Oh!

(Sighs)

(Phone rings)

Lincoln?

Er, yeah, sure. I can come in.

OK.

CHILD: I want it!
CHILD 2: I want it!

I want it!

(Both scream)

Come on, guys, stop fighting over...
Didn't we get two of these?

Where's the other one?
Er, upstairs.

Well, let's leave this one here.

We've run out of time.
It's a change of plan.

Quickly get your bags and your hats.

More time for school!
Yeah, time for school time.

Come on. Change of plan.
And big family hug. Come here.

Come on, Liam. Give me a hug.
Ooh, I love you. Mwah! Mwah!

Alright. Blast off! Whoo!

Last one to the car's a rotten egg!

I hear you're doing
an inquest this week.

Yes, the corporal from Holsworthy.
He topped himself, didn't he?

I couldn't possibly
pre-empt the findings.

(Chuckles) We first crossed swords
over a suicide.

Remember the Jack Rizzoli inquest?
Yes.

How long ago was that now?

I'd gained preselection
but I was still at the bar

so that must be,
er, what, three years?

Two and a half.
Mm.

I never was convinced you told us
the whole truth about that night.

And Ash was still with you then,
wasn't she?

Look, I don't really
have a lot of time, so...

Mm. Alright. Enough small talk.

So obviously you and I have had
a few differences

in the last few months,

some of them quite public.

Strangely,
that could now work for us

because a young man was shot dead
last night down in Bankstown.

In the last 15 months,

there have been 18 other shootings
in the larger south-west area.

18, for God's sake!

Mostly with prohibited handguns

illegally imported into a country
with supposedly tight gun laws

and nothing - no arrests, nada.

The public don't normally care about

crims knocking off crims
in isolated spots,

except this was 50 metres from
a crowded park.

That's kiddies in prams,
and it was Australia Day -

everyone out celebrating
what a happy, safe place this is.

Anyone could have been hit.

So we, as a government,

have decided that 19 is enough.

What in the hell
is going on out there?

Where are these weapons coming from?
Who's in control?

How are they being circulated?
Those are the questions.

And, with the authority I have
as Attorney General,

I would like to give you

a range of powers
that the police can only dream of

so that you can give me the answers.

What are you talking about?
A Royal Commission.

Open chequebook. You can
seize anything, interrogate anyone.

We want you in charge.

Unless that's too confronting,

you know,
given your... recent circumstances.

Love to.

You can see what's going on?
Obviously.

Oh good.
In that case, I won't say a thing.

I mean, a Royal Commission?
It's all about making him look good.

Tony...
Yeah, well, that's what's going on.

Yes, I realise.

He'll look strong, decisive
but also compassionate,

inclusive, as though
all your run-ins over the last year

were about policy, never personal.

Which, from my perspective...
Yeah, I know.

But him, that political psychopath,
he holds deep, abiding grudges.

The thing is, if you perform well,

he'll take the praise
for being big enough to appoint you

but, if you trip up,
he'll love watching you fall.

Either way, he wins.
Well, hopefully, we both win.

Can you pick your team?
Some.

He's already appointed
a couple of juniors.

(Chuckles)
If they're his choices, beware.

Well, one's Lina, so that's OK.

Apparently she grew up in Bankstown,

as did the other one,
Heather someone.

They're both locals.
That's why he chose them.

I demanded Richard
and we're discussing counsel assist.

Obviously, we'll have to apply
for leave officially from the DPP

but, luckily,
I'm on very good terms with the boss.

Shouldn't be a problem.
Ha!

He wants to know whether
you've been honest with yourself

about why you really want to do it.

Well, you tell him,
when you see him, yes.

I've gotta go. Richard?

Wow. Thanks, I think.

You could fake
a little more excitement.

I know Royal Commissions
are inquisitorial forums

but will I research or investigate?

Whatever I tell you to do.
Same as now, in other words.

I could withdraw the offer
if you'd rather...

No, no. I'm thrilled.
Should be great.

It's more money too, not that
that motivates you.

Of course not.

The fair application of justice -
that's what pays my rent.

Let's go over this research
for the brief again.

Yes. Good.

Well, um, PTSD affects about 10%
of all deployed troops, on average,

and, obviously, that's what
Steve Allman was dealing with.

Obviously?
Well, the symptoms are classic.

They call it the 'invisible wound'.
It's actually quite fascinating.

In a nutshell, in the first few days
after a traumatic event,

we remember the trauma

while also reliving
the same sense of fear and danger.

Yes, I...
And that's true for everyone.

But, after a while, 90% of us

can store that event
in our long-term memory

and therefore separate it
from that sense of fear

but 10% can't do that

and the longer they take to seek
help, then the worse it gets.

(Sighs) But you probably
already knew all that.

No, not all of it. Thanks.
It was very interesting.

Lance Corporal Parker,

you gave evidence that
in Corporal Allman's suicide note

he wrote, 'Major Hamilton's
never let up on either of us,

ever since Uruzgan.'

Er, that's what he wrote, yes.

Is it true?
No.

No, Steve just grew
more and more convinced

that everyone thought
he was worthless.

He thought everyone
had it in for him.

So you'd say no form of bullying
or abuse of power

played any part in Corporal Allman's
decision to take his own life?

No.

And what about Uruzgan?

Er, that was the ambush
in Afghanistan in 2013.

And the three of you were there?

We were returning to base.

Er, there were 24 of us in total.

Um, I was driving
one of the Bushmasters

and, as we went
through the Palau Pass,

they opened up
from high on the left.

The guys on the tray
had to get out of the truck

and use it as protection
while they returned fire,

so I-I couldn't drive
faster than they could move

until we got clear of the hills -

maybe half an hour.

Casualties?

10 wounded and 2 fatalities -

an American JTAC commander, and

PK, one of our Aussie dog handlers had

his cheek and bottom jaw shot off.

Did Corporal Allman witness that?

Yeah, he was right with him.

They had to keep running from
one side of the truck to the other

so he saw him fall.

He... he tried to...

...to do something.

I think... I think
he put him back up on the tray. I...

I was driving.

So Corporal Allman witnessed his
colleague die right in front of him?

Yes. I-I think so.

That's what I heard.

Then Steve went to take PK's helmet
'cause his had been shot off

but he had to scoop out
some of his brain and skull

so he could put it on.

He told you this?
No, I found out later.

I was driving.

Sorry, it's not, um...
Take your time, Corporal Parker.

We have time.
No, I'm OK. It's...

Did he talk about it at all?
No.

But he was never quite the same?

Well, he seemed so for a while,
then...

I should've asked, I guess.

I could've asked.

She looked post-traumatic as well.
She probably is.

Ready?
Sure. You coming too?

Where?
No, he has to prep for tomorrow.

OK, so Todd pulled over here

because he was looking for something
in the back seat.

Train station's there, which means

if he'd stopped 50m that way,
we'd have the whole thing on camera.

But as it is...?
Nothing.

No-one saw or heard anything.

So I don't know what a Royal
Commission can do that we can't.

Solve the crime, hopefully.
Which we are already doing.

(Laughs)

What? Oh, come on.
I know that look.

If you've got something to say...

Firstly, thank you
for agreeing to be

the Royal Commission's
Police Liaison Officer.

Pleasure.

Secondly, we will need
all the information the police have

on all the shootings
over the last 15 months,

which, I note tonelessly,
are currently unsolved.

Thank you for signing on.
Thanks for the invitation.

Who's that? Sister? Wife?

Todd's wife, Elaheh.

OK.

Listen, Janet, I saw first-hand how
hard they all worked on Ash's case.

It's been two years and all they know
is the DNA on the balaclava was male.

Brilliant.

Anyway, our terms of reference
covers only the last 15 months

so it's not relevant.

Er, Mrs Wilson? Janet...
Janet King. Yes, I know.

I was reading about you
this morning.

I'm so sorry. Please accept
my deepest condolences.

(Speaks Farsi)

She's the lawyer running
this thing they've just announced.

Janet King
from the Royal Commission.

Have you spoken to her yet,
the one he was with?

We will. Soon.

You don't know her?
Not really.

Although he did call to say
that he was giving her a lift.

Excuse me, please. (Speaks Farsi)

No, Baba. It's OK.

What do you know about her?

According to the police report,

she's a bar manager
who studies part-time.

At the moment, there's no evidence

to suggest that she had
anything to do with what happened.

And yet he died with her.

My husband died
with his head in that woman's lap.

Sorry. I opened it
for a rubbish run.

Don't panic.
They're both here. All present.

Mummy!

Fed, bathed and entertained

with a medley
of undergraduate drinking songs.

All I could think of, Your Honour.

KIDS:
Australia! Australia!
Land of the waratah and dahlia...

Oh, wonderful! Very clever.

One line - that's all of that.
I promise.

OK, come on. Bedtime now. Come on.
I'll meet you up there, alright?

Snuggle in. Go on and choose a story.
Quick, quick!

I'll meet you there. Go, go, go!

I thought my mother
was their worst influence.

Well, it's the national
cricket team's victory song.

They're four years old, Tony!
Don't want 'em growing up American.

Wouldn't mind them
growing up civilised.

So you're back at the inquest
tomorrow?

Yeah, last day,
and then it's Bankstown.

Yes, I read the press release.

All that guff about
your public duty to expose

the evil forces
controlling illegal weapons.

Guff?
Well,

that's not really
why you're doing it, is it?

Partly.
Oh, crap!

I'm calling an intervention.

Do you remember
what you were like two years ago?

Thank God you were there

and I'm still seeing my therapist
so I'm not stupid.

Why risk triggering
all those memories?

Please, Tony, I wanna prevent others
having to live through what I have.

To me, that would be an achievement.
Hmm. Any time I can help.

Of course. Thank you.

Thank you.

Goodnight.
Goodnight.

(Quietly) OK.

Oh, my God,
that is so beautiful over there.

I love that,
the light through the tree.

Janet, you should give up
being a lawyer and be a filmmaker.

(Laughs) Oh... Ah!

(Laughs)

(Children call out in distance)

Emma, stop chasing Liam!
Can you stop for a minute?

Film them. Get that on camera.
I want evidence. She's a rascal.

Oh, God.
OK, well, if you have to film me... Um...

alright, well, I just wanna
say happy anniversary... Um...

And, I love you

and, yeah... (Laughs) Yeah,

thank you
for being the love of my life.

(Laughs) OK.

I got out of the car.

I thought that Ash had tripped
and hit her head.

Maybe fainted.

I knelt by her side, turned her over.

Her eyes were open but empty.

And then...
And then I remember panic.

What if he was still here?
And what could the twins see?

I had to go.

I had to get them away,
somewhere safe...

...and then get help.

Did Corporal Allman
ever ask for help?

No.
And you never offered?

I didn't know he needed it.

You never suspected that
he was having problems?

It wasn't unusual.
That's more to the point.

He took orders well
but he wasn't the quickest learner

so there was always
a certain lack of confidence there.

Because of you!
WOMAN: Mrs Allman, please.

My boy idolised that man.
Mrs Allman...

He trusted you! He trusted you!
Mrs Allman, please, sit down.

MAN: Ma'am?

Major Hamilton, would you agree that

Corporal Allman was suffering from
post-traumatic stress disorder?

Yes.

And did the Army
do anything to help that condition?

We have considerable resources
available to those who need help.

Steve didn't.

And you never
personally encouraged him?

I was unaware of his condition.
Really?

If we really wanna hide something,
Ms King, we usually can.

And Steve did.

Why do you think
he'd want to hide it?

I guess he felt ashamed.

He'd trained to cope with
that sort of thing.

And yet leaving it untreated
led to his suicide.

Or you could argue the opposite.
What opposite?

Stats show it's much more likely
he developed PTSD

because he had
previous suicidal tendencies,

not that PTSD caused his suicide.

So you're aware of
current theories about PTSD?

Stress causes
high levels of cortisol

and cortisol
impairs neurogenesis, yes.

In English for the court, please.
Of course, Your Honour.

Neurogenesis
is the ability for the hippocampus

to create new memory cells.

It allows us to separate things
like where I parked my car today,

as opposed to
where I parked it yesterday.

Without it,
events in the short-term memory

would stay in the short-term memory

and emotions associated with
that memory stay associated.

So if the event is,
say, a major trauma...

The result is PTSD.
Thank you, Ms King. I get the gist.

And, as a student of this condition,

you must know other indicators
of impaired neurogenesis.

Studies on mice show
a high percentage of sufferers

are slower learners.

Which is how you described Corporal
Allman only moments ago, yes?

Are you suggesting
I should have known he had PTSD?

Yes, and I'm also suggesting that,
on behalf of the Army,

you should've
done something about it.

There's a $20-million mental
health program called At Ease,

which includes an app
called PTSD Coach,

and you have the gall to suggest
we're doing nothing?

I suggest you did nothing because
his weakness made you feel stronger.

You got a damn hide.

And you, Major Hamilton,
had a soldier who killed himself

because you preferred
to see him suffer!

WOMAN: How are you finding
the juggle these days?

Yeah, it's OK.
I mean, it's always busy.

Learning to accept help
has certainly made it easier.

Good.

Is it nearly time?
Mm.

Adie, I think, um...

Well, I've been thinking
for a long time now -

I think we should stop...
I mean, I want to stop.

A lot's changing this week and
the kids and I, we need to move on.

I just need some...

...space to be...

...me now or, at least, try.

Are you keeping up
the memory exercise?

Yes, and I will.

I've been reading a lot

about strengthening memory patterns
this week

and, um, although, you know,
constantly describing a trauma

is important to help
keep it in the past,

a recent experiment on mice proved
that what really helps memory is sex.

(Laughs)

Although, if I meet someone, I can't
really walk up to them and say,

'Hello, gorgeous woman,
please sleep with me

so I can place my trauma
in long-term memory.'

Although, at least I could try.

It'll sound original.

Are you sure about this decision?

Yes.

(Car alarm beeps)

MAN: Janet King?

I'm serving you a summons

to appear in the Equity Division
of the Supreme Court.

Thank you, ma'am.

OK, thanks, Rose. Same time tomorrow.

Make sure you lock the gate
on the way out.

Mummy's starting a new job
tomorrow, OK,

which means I might be home
a little bit late, OK?

And I might be a little bit tired.

Hm?
Yeah.

But I promise that I will
try and read you a book, OK?

At least one.

You wanna read a book now?
Yes.

Which one?

The Man With The Messy Hair.
This one.

Oh, OK. Alright. Let's have a look.

And maybe we can do this one as well.
One each? What do you reckon?

Yes?
This one.

This one. Here we go.

Can you read all of it?
Yes, I promise I will try.

(Yawns)
'The Man With The Messy Hair...'

GPS: In 50 metres, you will have
reached your destination.

(Quietly) Right.

Morning.
Morning.

Hell of a drive, huh?

Halfway here, I was thinking
I should've packed my passport.

Flat white? We're doing a run.
Yeah, thanks. That'd be great.

I thought she got to choose
her own Counsel Assisting.

She did.
Oh, wow!

I know. Caught me off guard too.

She claimed
she wanted a fearless interrogator

but I think my masculine charm
finally broke her Sapphic defences.

Anything's possible, I suppose.

Think she only went with me
to make sure she got Andy.

No, the AG picked you.
From the area, already knew Janet.

It seemed to make sense.
She just went along with it.

Commissioner King, welcome.
You must be Heather O'Connor.

Yes, hi. Nice to meet you.
Likewise.

Commissioner.
How's the set-up? OK?

Fine. You're in there.
Far from the madding crowd. Good.

So we don't waste words, I take it.

They're the diamonds
of social interaction -

beautiful and strong but rare.

Alright. Welcome, everyone.

So our goal is to give the government
a set of recommendations

to reduce gun crime in the city -
that's it.

And the only way we can achieve that

is by understanding who's illegally
importing these prohibited guns,

who's controlling them
and how they're being circulated.

Andy?

15 months ago,
a gambling addict named Felix Murphy

was shot through the leg while being
held down in Lansdowne Park.

Now, that's where
our term of reference begins.

Unfortunately, he remembers
nothing about the incident.

Including who shot him?
Complete blank.

Unfortunate.

Then we've got around
one shooting a month

and, in 13 of those, the weapon
used was a Zodiac semi-auto -

about seven different ones,
with a couple used more than once.

Then, a few nights ago,
Todd Wilson was shot,

but not with a Zodiac,

and the ballistics on that
don't fit any identifiable weapon...

MAN: Andy? Mate?
Excuse me. I'm sorry.

So let's think about Todd Wilson.
What do we know already?

Pretty popular at school, good
footballer, both parents deceased.

Studied electrical engineering
at TAFE.

Fixed EFTPOS machines for a living.

Married his best mate's sister
two years ago.

That's Elaheh?
Correct.

She did science. Works in biomedia.
Pregnant with number one.

He's a bit of a larrikin
but no real criminal history.

He has a beer with his mates
on Australia Day,

picks up the barmaid,
offers her a lift to Star Casino.

A bird, a beer and a punt. What more
does a bloke want on Australia Day?

Who's this barmaid?
Er, bar manager.

Keisha Gibson.
And what do we think?

One-night stand? Lover? Just friends?

Hmm...

Although he did call his wife,
tell her what he was doing.

So he's smart but he still left his
pregnant wife, who hates gambling,

to go to the casino
with a good-looking girl.

I don't know. Call me suspicious.
News?

Yeah, there was a T-bone crash
on Chapel Road and Heath Street

about three minutes
after the shooting

and Andy's just bringing up
that CCTV footage now.

Turns out that was between
a woman by the name of Jane Carter

and a small-time dealer
called George Healy.

And, while it
could be a coincidence,

that's about
where his car would've been

if he'd shot Todd,
then sped off home.

And he had half a kilo of coke
in the passenger door.

Personal use for George.

What's he said? Anything?
Did a runner. Haven't found him.

You checked with
that Vietnamese bloke, the bookie?

Bao Long? Yeah, we did.
Not there either. You know George?

Got him a Section 10 on a PCA by
signing him up for Meals on Wheels.

He sent me
a case of stubbies for that.

Any other ideas where he might be?
I wouldn't call us close.

Well, on top of the shooting,

Jane Carter is in a coma in ICU
with burns to 50% of her body,

so he's in trouble everywhere
at the moment.

Terry's also brought in
Keisha's interview.

Great. Let's set it up.

They're wrong about George.
He acts tough but he's not a hitman.

Those two potato heads just wanna
pin it on him. So bloody typical.

Potato heads?

They've got one idea
that barely fits with anything

and suddenly it's the only theory.

You see that with cops
all the time here.

If it sounds good
and gets 'em out of work, bewdy!

Write it up in the day book, read it
out in court and away they go.

Just so bloody lazy.
Andy's my husband, Heather.

Thank you for bloody telling me.

Thanks for picking those up for me.
Ta.

(Exhales)

George? It's Heather.

Get in touch if you wanna
talk through your options, yeah?

Bye, mate.

So you'd just quit work
and Todd offered you a lift, yeah?

Wait. No, I asked.

He said he was going
down to Darling Harbour

and I said could he give me
a lift to the casino.

So, um...

Um, he called his wife to tell her
he was hitting the blackjack tables

but he wasn't, I don't think.

There was something he was hiding.

I ca... I can't remember.
It's so hard.

But he was really happy,
like, really excited

and... and that's when
he pulled over and...

I need the receipt.
I think it's in the back.

Hang on a sec.

I know...

He's looking for something

and suddenly these headlights...

They're on high beam

and they're right behind us
and Todd jumps out...

(Silence)

(Gunshot)
(Screams)

(Shrieks)

(Silence)

(Sobs) Todd...

ANDY: Why did you run, Keisha?
(Sobs)

I wasn't gonna just stand there
and get shot too.

Trajectory of the bullet
and blood splatter analysis

confirms she didn't do it herself.

She was inside the car
and the bullet came from outside.

Can we make sure
she talks to us, please?

OK, we'll continue this afternoon.
Gotta wave the flag first.

Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the formal opening

of the Royal Commission
into Serious Firearm Crimes.

I want to begin by acknowledging
the presence here today

of so many people whose lives
have been profoundly affected

by these appalling tragedies.

The shock and rage and loss of
all survivors cannot be overstated

but this Commission isn't here
for revenge or punishment.

We are, instead,
committed to the pursuit of truth

in order to reinforce
the sanctity of life

as a fundamental right
for all Australians.

As a mark of respect

and to underline the significance
of why we are here,

please may I ask everyone to stand
and observe a minute's silence

for all the victims of firearm crime

whose untimely deaths are the reason
this Commission has been formed.

Patrick Bocarro. Welcome.
Thank you.

Inspiring words, and long overdue.

People should hear 'Bankstown'

and think Paul Keating,
Steve Waugh -

prime ministers, sporting icons.

That's what Bankstown's
really about, hard work and success

and not this other rubbish.

I agree.

Look, if there's anything
I can do to help, just say the word.

Well, if anyone can tell us
anything about this other rubbish,

please, tell them to drop in.

Done. Let's stay in touch.
Thank you. I will.

You do know who he is?
Young high-flyer, former mayor.

Head of the Business Council
or something.

He also played in the Aussie
at the Ambrose last weekend.

Ambrose?
Golf.

His teammate was
the Attorney General.

And you know this because...?
I was in the group ahead of them.

Just saying.

I knew I picked you for a reason.
Mm-hm.

So, a potato head, huh?

Yeah, well, historically
it's a term of deep affection.

(Chuckles) Hey, do you reckon
you can reach George Healy?

Maybe.

OK, well if you can,
let me know, yeah?

Elaheh was hoping
you might have a minute.

Sure.

Here we are.

Please tell me that speech
wasn't just for the cameras.

Will you be able to find the truth?

We will find answers,
Mrs Wilson, yes.

Elaheh.

Don't tell me that
if it isn't possible.

We'll do all we can. I promise.

I googled you last night.
Your partner was also shot dead.

It's sad we have that in common.

Who did it?

We don't know.

Still? After all these years?

Two years ago last month.

No idea at all?
No idea who would do that to her?

They think it was meant for me.

Elaheh, I know what it's like
to walk through a day

thinking they've just gone to work...

...and expecting them home any second.

I know how much it hurts.

I have meant everything I've said.

The last time he called,

I knew he wasn't telling the truth
about going there to play blackjack.

But he said he wouldn't be long.

So what was he doing, Janet,
with that girl?

What was he doing?

This pain, it never ends.

Some days it's easier.

(Train rattles past in distance)

WOMAN: Who is it?

It's Richard Stirling
from the Royal Commission.

Er, they're just my flatmates.

Hey.
Hey.

So, Royal Commission, huh?
Yes.

Um, we wanted to talk to you
and I thought, you know,

rather than delivering a summons,
it might be more friendly

if I dropped by
and invited you personally.

I've already talked to the police.
I know.

I just wanna forget about it now.
But we have to dig a little deeper.

Into what?

For example, the nature
of your relationship with Todd.

Oh, for fu...

What do you think I do, hook up with
every guy who comes to the club?

No, no.

But he told Elaheh
he was gonna play blackjack

when you said he wasn't.

He wasn't. He was just going there
to pick something up.

Drugs?
What?

Cocaine, maybe?
No!

Not that sort of a pick-up but...

A receipt.

That's what he said he'd lost,

when he was...
when he was looking in the back.

I... I don't think you get
a receipt for a drug buy, do you?

Perhaps not.

Look, Todd loved Elaheh.
He was doing everything for her.

It was all about her and
building the nursery for the baby.

(Knock at door)
Keisha, it's Brett. You in?

Yeah, coming.

He was just giving me a lift.

Honestly. I don't...
I don't know what else he was up to.

Won't be a sec.
Yep.

Hey. How are you going?

(Sighs)
Yeah, I know.

Yeah, how's that happen, huh?

We're all having a drink,
an hour later... Jesus.

Yeah.

I just keep thinking,
if he was in trouble,

why wouldn't he have
said something to me and Amil?

We've known Todd forever.
Why didn't he say something?

(Conversation continues in distance)

(Phone rings)

(Phone continues ringing)

Er, yeah, sorry. I think I just...
I think I just need some time.

Yes?
JANET: Richard, where are you?

Keisha's bedroom.

Her bedroom?
It's OK. She's outside.

OK, will you get out of there?

You were supposed to bring her here!
Oh, my stars.

Richard?

Sorry.
No, don't worry.

It's cool. I get it.
Hey, just... just before I go.

That afternoon, did you hear Todd

going on about
some sweet deal he pulled off?

Er, no.
You didn't?

Mm-mm.

Thanks.
Sure.

Sorry.
No, no. It's, er... It's fine.

Um, anyway,
why don't you call me with a time?

If that's all 100s and 50s, must've
been half a million at least.

And bloodstained.
Blood all over the outside.

Although I thought about
taking it...

You didn't have a search warrant.
No.

Let's call State Crime Command,
get a warrant, be there in no time.

Hang on. Is that good for us?
Are you kidding?

It's potentially
the victim's backpack

stuffed with the proceeds of crime.

It's vital evidence.
We can't just leave it there.

I have to agree.
It could vanish, just like that.

She could drive into the bush,
bury the money,

burn the backpack
and we've lost the lot.

OK, well, what about calling
the police, asking them...

I am the police.
True.

So you could apply for a warrant.
Is that a problem?

No, they'll ask why we think
she's hiding something.

We'll show that photo.

Won't we also get asked who took it?
Probably.

And the answer is...
A Royal Commission officer.

Who was on his own,
unauthorised,

snooping through a girl's bedroom
we're about to call as a witness.

It is still reasonable grounds.

And on the public record,
we'd look like idiotic sleazebags.

It's a mildly embarrassing footnote!

Some people would kill
for that story.

Some would kill for half a million.
Yeah, someone did.

Well, if they killed for it,
why didn't they take it?

Or did they?

The shooter kills Todd,
she runs off with the money

and, sometime soon,
they're gonna meet up and split it?

Yeah, so if we leave it with her,
she takes us to the killer.

But if we take it off her,
we've blown that chance forever.

Meanwhile, you've got me
and a bunch of lawyers.

How are we gonna keep tabs on her?

Put on coats and dark glasses
and hope she doesn't notice?

I'm in.

May I ask what Mr Stirling
was doing in this woman's bedroom?

Nothing inappropriate.
She's a key witness.

He's your recommendation, remember.

My issue is, for this to work,
we need surveillance on her 24/7

as soon as possible

and the state police
have limited resources

so I have to call on the Federal
Police, who can be expensive.

I told you your Royal Commission
is an open chequebook.

Still, I'd rather
you know my fiscal intentions

than get a shock
when the bill arrives.

And your terms of reference?
Still sufficient?

Or would you like to
widen the timeframe,

go back 2, 3 years, perhaps,
instead of 15 months?

No, it's fine.

We just need the Feds.

Goodnight!
TWINS: Goodnight, Mummy!

WOMAN: (On voice-mail)
Hi, Janet. It's... it's me.

You probably
got the summons today

and, um, I'm calling to say I
don't... I don't wanna go to court.

I'm sure that Ash
would think it was ridiculous.

I just need a response, a call.

Just text, email, something, please?

I hope you're well

and, er, please give those gorgeous
kids a big squish from Aunty Deb.

Talk soon, yeah? Bye.

Bye.

Morning.
Good morning. You look happy.

We've got a theory.
Sounds ominous.

Keisha said that Todd wasn't
going to the casino to gamble.

Elaheh said the same.

And he stopped the car
to look for a receipt so...

We thought he was going to one of
those shops on the second floor

where there's
all those boutiquey places.

He'd bought something
and was going to pick it up?

Yes.
Did we ever find a receipt?

No, and the police
turned the car inside out.

But whichever shop it was
would still have a record.

We could ask them all
in a couple of hours.

Why didn't he just tell the truth?

Because it was for someone else and
he didn't want his wife to find out.

Well, probably. The question is who?

If we find out what it is,

there's a chance
we might find the answer.

Well done. Good work. Go for it.

George.
Long time no see.

Been busy.
And you've got a new gig.

Yeah. I'm a big-shot now.

To hell with pub brawls
and contested speeding fines.

They threw me
in with the heavy hitters.

I'll bet they're learning
more from you than vice versa.

Well, not yet.

So far I've managed to
insult a copper, offend his wife

and barely said boo to the boss
so got some ground to make up.

Hope I'm not part of that plan.
George come on.

I built my reputation
with all you guys

by putting my clients'
interests first.

That hasn't changed.
So how much shit am I in?

You want it straight?
You'll do time.

But just swallow that
and let's work back.

You're facing dangerous driving,

leaving a crime scene and possession
of a controlled substance.

The girl from the other car
is in a coma, permanently disfigured

and quickly becoming
a social media heroine.

She just drove straight out,
didn't slow down, didn't stop.

It won't matter.

I can keep explaining why
or you could just believe me.

But listen to me. Stop
being a sad sack. It's not all bad.

You can get out of this
with two or three on the bottom,

if you don't fight it.

Maybe the crash left you concussed,

you didn't know where you were for
a while, you got your memory back,

you were full of remorse
and turned yourself in, yeah?

George, what do you wanna do,
two years or eight years?

Yeah, OK.

When you crashed, were you armed?

Still got it?

Be smart, then. Even touch it
and you'll blow everything.

You won't get bail,
no remissions, nothing.

I'm walking away now, George.
Be cool, yeah?

Detective Inspector Andy Campbell,
George,

and you're under arrest
so please be sensible.

Keep those hands up
where we can see.

It was a copybook operation.
They're checking the gun out now.

Heather, well done.
That was really great.

It's gonna make a huge difference.
Hang on. Um, everyone?

Doing all our surveillance now,
Sergeant Grieve from the AFP.

Please, Bianca.

TI's activated and timing of
ID installs on three houses,

plus the roster for 'Eyes On
Keisha' that began last night.

So far, she came straight home
from work. Hasn't left.

I've gotta run
but I'll meet everyone later.

Great. Thanks.
She knows her stuff.

She does.

I worried they'd try and
flick us a couple of dummies.

They did. I said no
and specifically requested Bianca.

How do you know her?

She was a witness in the Boyd trial.
Well prepared, thorough.

You remember the good ones.
(Phone chimes)

Good news?
Surprisingly, yes.

Yes.

Mr Nobakht?
Ah, Ms King. Welcome.

This is an honour.
Is Elaheh here?

Of course. Come in.
Oh, no, I don't want to intrude.

Please. Please.

Please, join us for dinner.
Oh, no, um...

ELAHEH: Hello again.
Hello.

Sorry for the interruption, um...

...but there are things we know now

that I want you
to hear from me first.

Todd had bought this at one of
the shops in the casino complex

the day before he died.

He'd had it engraved and
he was driving back to pick it up.

The inscription's in Farsi.

(Gasps)

(Reads Farsi)

'For my sweetest pea, Elaheh...

...from her naughty panda, Todd.'

It was a surprise for you, Elaheh.

That's what he was doing that night.

(Inhales deeply)
But how could he afford this?

Well, he obviously
got hold of some money.

And he also made an enemy.

Can you tell me
anything about that at all?

Who was your enemy, Janet?
Why didn't you know him?

(Gunfire, glass shatters)
(All scream)

Do you have any understanding
of real people?

Real people are
governed by self-interest.

What will you do with the embryo?
Please don't walk away from me.

You're willing to let your family
become targets,

rather than tell the truth?

It is the truth!
Cash is on the move.

She's seen someone.
Do you recognise them?

I can't see his face. Stand by.
You should be thanking me.

Thank you for getting me arrested.
I'm dead if I talk to you.

I need to know where you are.
You're not my bodyguard.

Doesn't it prove
gun crime's out of control?

No, it proves we have a job to do
to get these weapons off our streets.

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