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Here they are.

Yep, here they are here.

-Got a statement, Detective?

Detective, is it true?

Detective.

We've asked, "Why us?"

But we don't know the answer to that.

What I do know is that I hate what's happened to our lives.

I hate how she stole our child.

Stole our trust.

Stole our security.

I do know that I hate Agatha Fyfle.

Two years ago, her actions broke my family.

My daughter feels unsafe,

my oldest son has fits of uncontrollable anger

and my youngest, Ben,

stolen by her at birth, his trauma reveals itself everyday.

Jack, my husband, lives with unbearable guilt

and self-recrimination.

Jack?

We should be going.

-Ready.

-"None of this pain can be erased,

"but it can be alleviated by justice."

-Finished?

-I don't think I can read this out in court.

It's too angry.

-This is your chance to be angry.

You can say whatever you want.

-But she's going to be sentenced, today.

What's the point of exposing ourselves more

when it's already over?

And that's the only thing I care about.

I just want this behind us, forever...

And where is Grace?

-Ding-dong.

-I am so sorry.

I could not get out of the house, this morning.

-Oh, you're good. Your house or someone else's?

Forget one of your earrings? -Aunty Grace.

-Oh, hi.

-I've left a note on the table about Ben's food,

and please don't take them out, today.

-OK. Alright.

-I got this, I got this. You guys, go.

-Alright, let's go.

-Give it back. -OK.

-How are you doing? -Argh. Give it.

Oh. Benny, I know. I'm sorry.

Come on.

-I should go back.

-No, he'll settle in a bit, OK?

We gotta go.

Come on.

-She's here.

On her, on her.

Come on.

-Agatha, over here.

Agatha.

Agatha.

-Move.

-Pick up the pace.

The sentencing of Agatha Fyfle

for the kidnapping of well-known TV sports identity,

Jack Shaughnessy's baby,

and the manslaughter of two other infants, has drawn a crowd.

Two years ago, the nation was transfixed by the manhunt for Fyfle,

after she kidnapped Baby Ben.

The court is expected to hear the victim impact statements, today.

Calling for the severest penalty for those crimes.

Meghan.

-Charlotte, how does it feel to be Agatha Fyfle's mother?

What are your hopes for today?

-We all hope that mercy prevails

and that Agatha is not unduly punished.

-Do you want to say something?

-Good to see you two still together.

Anything you want to say?

Your Honour, my client pleaded guilty

to the manslaughter of two infants,

Emily Symons and Elizabeth Cholodenko,

and to one count of kidnapping in the case of Ben Shaughnessy.

Agatha pleaded guilty to prove to the court

that, despite the heinous abuse

she suffered at the hands of Church elders,

despite her tragic loss of two children,

one stolen from her at birth at the tender age of 16,

another stillborn after years of heartache,

she is capable of remorse

and more than willing to take responsibility for her crimes.

Your Honour, this is a woman who mercy abandoned

at a very young age, and now, while incarcerated,

her notoriety inspires regular targeted abuse

at the hands of the hardened criminals she is housed with.

Agatha Fyfle does not deserve to be further brutalised

or marginalised in maximum security protection.

I, therefore, petition, Your Honour,

to consider a fair sentence in minimum security

where she has the opportunity to rehabilitate

and show her the mercy that has eluded her in life, until now.

-Your Honour, minimum security

is patently inadequate, in this case.

Agatha Fyfle is a manipulative felon and a high-risk inmate.

-We've heard the Crown's petition.

Please sit down.

Is there anything you would like to say before sentencing begins?

-Yes, Your Honour.

-Even though I never set out to hurt anyone,

I've come to understand how wrong my actions were.

-Meghan Shaughnessy was a friend, to me,

and I betrayed that friendship in a way that is unforgivable.

I can't take back anything I did.

All I can do is accept punishment

in the hope it will bring peace to all those I hurt.

-What?

-I have nothing but regret in my heart

for all the pain I have caused.

-What heart?

Given the difficulty of housing this prisoner

in maximum security,

I require a psychiatric report

to determine the prisoner's fitness for a minimum security facility.

As emotions are running high, today,

I will postpone victim impact statements

until the court resumes in nine weeks for sentencing.

-Nine.

Nine weeks?

All stand.

-Excuse me.

Excuse me. It's Karen, isn't it?

-Yeah. -Baby Emily's mother?

I'd like to help you.

-You back, Fyfle?

-For nine more weeks.

-Welcome home, then.

-Lock up your babies, ladies.

-You in forever, Fyfle?

-Oi, claws away. Move on.

Watch your back, baby killer.

-We're gonna get you, Fyfle.

-Watch your back, baby killer.

-Stay in your cell. The girls are all stirred up.

I'll check in tonight.

-Thanks, Mr Jones.

Rot in hell, Fyfle.

-Fyfle, you bitch.

We're gonna fuck you up, bitch.

-We're gonna get you, Fyfle.

Come on, baby.

Hey, baby killer.

We'd been trying for years, and Emily was our only child.

Can I ask why you spat at the van?

Because I wanted her to know,

I want everyone to remember, how we feel.

All the papers just talk about Baby Ben

and the kidnapping, but we didn't get our baby back.

We completely lost her.

We completely lost her.

Even today, she got to speak in court while we were silenced.

She pleaded guilty.

Agatha's only pleading guilty

so she'll get off lightly, and you know what?

Rotting in jail for life is too good for that monster.

..life is too good for that monster.

Can you please go relax? It's under control.

-We're hungry. -I know, I know.

Daddy's going to be home from work soon.

We're waiting for him. Can you please go wash up?

-Grr. -Lachie.

-Lucy.

-What about your work?

-I've got my hands full.

-I don't mind.

Plus, I don't want to put myself out there, anymore.

People recognise me and they want to talk about it.

-Well, I regret letting my career go.

-Ben needs me more than we need the money right now, so...

Please, go. Sit. -OK.

Oh, Rufus, bro. Cutlery goes from the outside, in.

-Literally, the least important piece of information

I've ever received.

Is Mother's Day hard for you, Simon?

I'm OK.

-I'm sure there'd be plenty of women lining up

to spend Mother's Day with you,

if they could see how good you are with that baby.

-Hey Ben?

How about we give Uncle Simon a bit of a break?

-No, he's alright. He's just chilling, hey?

Waiting for Dad.

Do you mind if, um, I put the TV on?

I just don't want to miss it going to air.

-When a young player with so much promise

dies of a cocaine-related heart attack on the field,

you have to... -Yo. Family.

-Hey. -What have I missed?

-Happy Mother's Day.

-Oh. -These are for you.

-Oh my goodness. Thank you.

Oh.

-Happy Mother's Day. Sorry I was late.

I was at the studio.

These are for you. -Wow. Thank you.

-Let's go say hello to your ugly old man.

- Where's my little munchkin?

-Yo. -Oh!

-How're you doing, buddy?

-Alright. Lunch. -Lunch.

-Lunch is on. -Lunch, yes, please.

-Hey, guys, how're you doing?

-Happy Mother's Day.

-No clue how you fold those things.

-I need something.

This.

-Pills?

-Vitamins.

-What's this writing?

-It's the name of the movie I was telling you about.

Thanks, Rocco.

I mean, Mr Osman.

-Heard you got a visitor, today.

Back to your cell, Pope. She's a no-show.

-Don't fucken touch me. -It's time, Pope.

-I don't fucking care.

-Move.

Move.

-Hello, Agatha.

I'm so glad you put my name down on your list.

-My solicitor said it would look good

to show I'm reconciling with my mother.

-So, how're they treating you in here?

-I'm not the most popular prisoner.

-Do you get many visitors?

-Only lawyers.

And shrinks.

To be honest, I thought the trial would be over

and I'd thank you for paying my legal fees,

but now there'll be more, so...

-Mother's Day.

Without my children.

-Am I meant to apologise for that?

-No.

I've tried to tell you,

I regret how we made you feel it was your fault.

Elijah...

-Don't ask me to forgive you.

-I've forgiven you.

-What for?

For being blamed?

-Being abused?

Having my baby taken away?

What exactly have I done that you need to forgive me for?

-Do you know how people look at me in the streets?

Your name is everywhere.

No one visits me, either.

-Don't worry.

After this, you won't have to do me any more favours.

Asking you, at all, made me sick.

-Oh. Oh, wow.

Oh, thank you Marky-moo.

Oh, I love, love, love.

-What did I get you?

-New cans.

-Just what I needed. -No, it's what we needed,

so we don't have to listen to your music.

-Happy Mother's Day. -Oh, darling. Oh.

-Flowers.

That's original.

-At least I bought them myself, you little shit.

-Marcus, I think Dad, probably, needs help with the meat.

-Uh-huh. Come on.

-Ah, sorry, I've gotta go.

It's about my podcast. I've got the address.

I'm going to take these,

but I'll get you a proper present, instead.

-Oh no, darling, I love those.

That's... -I love you.

-That's more than enough. -I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

-Hey, we're having a family lunch. -I've gotta go.

-Want another cup of tea, Mum?

-Can I drive home? -Yep.

-Darling, it's been a long day. We really should pack up and go.

I love my presents.

Here, give us a kiss.

-Where's Ben? -Here, give me a hug.

-Luce, where's Ben?

I don't know.

Hey.

-Ben?

Is that a joint?

-I'm sorry.

-Jesus, grow up, you two.

-Sorry. -Mum's going.

-Hi.

-Hello.

My name's Lorelei Kelly.

I was wondering if we could talk?

These are for you.

-Sorry, you're...

-I'm Lorelei.

I'm a journalist and I'm hoping to speak to you and your husband

about Agatha Fyfle...

-No, sorry, that's inappropriate.

-I'm doing a podcast for my... -You need to leave.

Are you OK? Who was that?

-It was a journalist.

Oh, she's from the trial.

Are you kidding me?

Who sends a door-knocker on Mother's Day?

-Parasites. -Meghan.

This explains everything.

Directions to Katoomba.

Such a sweet gesture.

I haven't had to get a vase out in a while.

-Yeah, since it's Mother's Day

I thought it was only right to bring flowers.

-I watched you in the court room.

I felt for you.

-I saw you there, too.

That jacket.

What kind of story are you going to tell about Agatha?

-One that'll change everything.

You left an earring the other day.

I found it on the carpet. -Great.

Jack noticed.

Did you tell Jack where you left it?

No, I did not tell Jack where I left it.

-Oh.

You ashamed of me?

I'm just, I'm joking.

I'm joking. I shouldn't have brought it up. Grace.

Grace.

-We have to stop doing this.

I know I keep saying that

and then doing all the drunk dialling.

-I love it.

-Not telling anyone is different from being at a family thing

and pretending like...

It's lying, and it's crossing a line.

-So do we tell them?

-God, no.

I don't mean...

-I've got no ties to Meghan,

and you don't have to spend your life tiptoeing around your sister.

-Look me in the eyes and tell me you're not terrified of her.

-So what then?

-This was the last time.

-Sure.

-Shake on it.

Hey Lil, how are you?

-Shit.

-Oh, surprising.

George.

Good.

Good.

Lights out, ladies.

Lights out.

-They asleep?

Did you notice, today, that Ben doesn't look at anyone?

-There were a lot of distractions, OK?

Did you read the letter?

-No.

-Do you want me to take a look?

Maybe we can work out who she's working for.

-No, I threw it away.

-OK.

Why don't you come to bed

and I'll give you another Mother's Day present.

Like a proper present.

How does that sound?

-Hey Ben, can you say flower for Mummy?

Flower?

Ben?

Can you see the flower?

Can you please say...

Can you say flower?

Ben?

Please.

Meghan Shaughnessy speaking.

Oh.

No.

Yeah, look, ah...

I'm really sorry.

There's...

Can I ask, sorry, which child did he hit?

Right. OK.

Thank you.

-So, you've known for a while?

-Excuse me.

Oh, hey, hon.

-What's going on?

-I'm just talking to Sarina.

-You have no right to approach my friends or go to my house.

-This is an invasion of privacy.

-I'm allowed to speak to... -She said she knew about it.

-She does know about it.

-So, you misrepresented yourself.

Can I talk to you, please?

-Sorry.

-Did you read my letter?

-No, I didn't.

-It explained that I'm speaking to everyone

for a podcast about Agatha Fyfle.

-Since you're central to the story,

it's important that I give you a voice, too.

-I don't want my family in the spotlight, again.

-Is that why you deleted your Mummy Vlog?

Because you think it attracted Agatha to your family?

-My husband and I are both journalists.

If I wanted a voice, I would have one,

and not from some student journalism major.

-So, you did read my letter.

I understand why you feel this way, Meghan,

but I'm going to change your mind.

See you, Sarina.

Thank you.

-I am so sorry.

-I'm sorry.

I had no idea.

Thanks for taking my call, Hayden.

I know you haven't spoken to any media

since just after the kidnapping.

Because they made me out to be a massive dope, didn't they?

Did they?

Oh, "What kind of idiot

"doesn't know his girlfriend didn't give birth?

"Blah, blah, blah, blah." But I was away at sea,

and I had no idea about her infertility, so yeah.

Anyway, why should I be on your podcast?

-Well, because you'll get a chance

to tell your side of the story.

And I actually see Agatha as a victim of trauma.

She didn't have any chance to heal from it.

She's not a bad person.

I don't think she meant to hurt anyone.

But you're right about the trauma.

Her little brother got run over in front of her.

The thing with Brother Bowler abusing her,

getting her pregnant and... -Sorry, who's Brother Bowler?

The Church elder.

-Oh, they didn't name him in court.

All that must have done something to her head.

It'd have to.

But the Aggie I know is kind and funny.

And she did love Rory, Ben.

A judge has come under attack from a victim of crimes group

who fear baby killer Agatha Fyfle will be given a light sentence.

The controversy overshadowed

newly-appointed Minister for Corrections,

Vicky Michaelson's debut press conference,

as she appeared unprepared for the questions.

-I haven't yet been briefed on this,

so, it's too early for me to comment.

But I will say any undisciplined

or criminal action by lobby groups

on this or any other issue

within my portfolio will not be tolerated.

Agatha Fyfle faces a recess before her fate...

-Why is that on?

Jack, these are choking hazards.

-Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you come in.

-Lucy was watching a really inappropriate news story.

-What?

-Didn't they tell you about the incident at school?

-Yes. We had a chat, didn't we buddy, hmm?

Talked to your teacher? -Mm, yep.

-Yeah.

Everything OK?

-No.

That girl was at the park.

She was interviewing the mothers.

What girl?

-The one who doorstepped us.

-Babe, if there's a story they're gonna chase it.

Alright?

True crime podcasts are gold, right now.

It was inevitable someone was going to do it.

Mm, turns out she's just a Uni student.

-Well there you go.

-Can you please deal with the groceries?

I've got to call the paediatrician, book an appointment for Ben.

-Does he really need it, right now?

-Yes.

He's not hitting his milestones.

-Jack, he was late to walk.

He's not using his words.

He's not making eye contact.

-Maybe he's just moving at his own pace.

Alright?

Move it along.

Fuck off, bitch.

Don't touch me.

-I said, move along.

-Hands off.

Stop it.

Break it up, ladies.

Oi, break it up.

-Enough.

-How far along are you?

-30 weeks.

-I couldn't catch my breath after 30 weeks.

So tiring.

Will the baby stay with you?

-I've applied for the Mother-Child program at Jalala.

-I'm hoping to get a transfer, there.

Minimum security.

-And you'll have a chance to be with your little one.

How long can you keep him, or her?

-Him.

Till he's five.

But I'm going to be out before then, so...

Jail's no place for a baby.

-Oh.

Well, all a baby needs is love.

Thank you for being nice to me.

Where are my greens?

-You want greens?

-Stay the fuck away from the pregnant lady, baby killer.

Shame, bitch.

-Hello?

Yeah, I spoke with him, yesterday. Why?

OK, listen, mate, you've gotta get your own sources, alright?

OK, I gotta go. Bye.

-Ah, I've read your story. -Oh yeah?

-I think your intro's too long,

and you really haul his family through the mud.

You know what it's like. I think you should cut it.

-OK. Yeah, will do.

Grace is coming over.

I'm going to do a roast.

-Oh, yum.

Story's really blowing up, huh?

-Yeah.

-Yeah, hi, Simon, mate. Yeah, sorry. I'm heading out the door, now.

OK, I'll see you in 20.

Alright, bye.

-Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm.

-Ah, yes.

Hello you.

Tell me that wasn't your butt calling me.

-No, I hung up on you because I shouldn't be calling you.

I see.

Well, if it makes you feel any better,

I've spent all day not calling you.

-Well, that sounds like a giant waste of energy.

-I didn't call you when I woke up.

I didn't call you when I found a hair in my lunch.

And I especially didn't call you

when I thought about how articulate your right eyebrow is

when you're being sarcastic.

-So, why are you calling me, now?

I'm not.

-What are we gonna do?

-I don't know.

-I think we've got to tell Meghan that we're seeing each other.

-OK.

Do you want to tell her together?

-No, it's better if I do it, I think.

I'm watching Jack go to air tonight at hers,

so I'll tell her after.

OK, I've gotta go. I'll call you later.

-What are these, mate?

Scicluna's already agreed to the questions.

-Yes, and we are going to surprise him.

-Surprise him?

OK, he's not gonna like that.

And he is massive. -Yes.

So, whatever happens from here on out, I love you.

-This is just a load of hyped-up gossip,

damaging my reputation.

-So, you're denying regularly supplying cocaine to team members?

-I deny that, yeah.

-So the footballers are lying, not you?

-I'm not saying anyone's lying.

So why would they name you if you're not supplying it, mate?

-I don't know, mate.

You're gonna have to ask them.

-Well, maybe I will.

Thank you, Jack.

A heated conversation about one of League's greatest...

-Alright, great job everyone. Let's pack it up.

-You changed the questions.

You screwed me over.

-You'd better watch your back, mate.

You and your whole stuck-up family.

Well, the staff reports say

you've been a model prisoner,

but that you don't get along with the other women.

-I'm not like them.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

I like people.

I've accepted my punishment,

but I can't join in any of the activities, here.

They won't give me my food.

They won't talk to me.

Even the new inmates hate me.

Can I see what you're writing?

-Do you feel reconciled to never having a child of your own?

I'll probably be in prison for the next 20 years

so what does that matter?

-You...

-Oh.

Your lawyer has requested

you be transferred to a minimum-security facility,

where there are women and children.

-If you're asking if I plan to kidnap a child in prison,

that's absurd.

How could I? Why would I?

What are you writing?

I'm healthy and I'm stable.

I'm remorseful.

Write that down.

-Nighty-night.

-Are you taking your medication?

-Yes.

Yeah, of course.

-Yeah, and you switched the questions.

-Mate, we got what we needed.

Can you focus on that?

This story's going to win you an Atly Award.

-Yeah, if I survive the fallout.

Scicluna's got dodgy connections, mate.

-Yeah, relax. They still award Atlys posthumously.

If this lands you the most prestigious journalism award

in the country it is worth every bit of pain.

-Oh, even death?

Sweet.

Right, I gotta run. Come to ours for roast dinner?

-Mm-mm.

No, I won't.

-Turn down a Meghan roast? OK.

I hope she's hot. Do I know her?

-Yep, it's your sister-in-law.

-Since when? You're kidding me.

-Ah, a while.

We met out one night and we ended up partying.

Woke up the next day...

Oh, hello. And then it kept happening.

Started off casual and now it's...

-It's what?

-Yeah, it's definitely going somewhere.

-You sly little fox... -No, no, no, it's different.

-OK. -She's under my skin.

-Cheers to that, bro.

-And before you say anything to Meghan,

can you wait till I give you go ahead?

-Mm-hmm.

-Because Grace wants to tell her first, OK?

Lips are sealed.

-OK. -Alright.

See ya later, brother. -See ya, brother.

-I'm worried if this podcaster

approaches Mum about Agatha, she'll talk.

You know what she's like.

-Mm.

-You won't, though? Promise me?

-What, what?

-Talk to the podcaster.

-Of course, not.

-I'll warn Simon, too.

She'll probably go there, next.

Is your phone broken?

-Huh?

-Where is the swiping?

I need my vicarious sex life.

-Um, I actually haven't really been on.

I'm actually kind of seeing someone...

-Hey.

-Lachie, Ben, what's going on?

-He's doing it again, Mum, and he's breaking it.

-Lachie, please just give him the spinner.

That's not fair.

-I've told you, I ordered another one online.

It'll be here in the letterbox very soon.

-When? -Soon.

So give him this one and if he breaks it, it doesn't matter.

No.

-You've probably gotta get them to bed, so I'm gonna go.

I'm gonna see you tomorrow.

-Wait... -Love you guys.

-No, Grace. -Bye.

-Grace. No, tell me who you're seeing.

-I'm going in.

Chase it.

-Hey. -Bye.

-See ya.

-Chase it. -Down the hatch.

Fuck.

-Ooh.

-Governor.

Dear Agatha, my name is Lorelei Kelly,

and you may have seen me in court.

I always wear a red jacket.

I'd like to ask if you could put me on your visitors' list,

to talk to you about my podcast.

I am sympathetic to your case,

and hopefully, I can find an audience that feels the same way.

-Who did this?

If you think you can intimidate me, you picked the wrong person.

-Wasn't me.

I'm not the only one in here who hates your guts.

-There's nothing you can do to me

that's worse than what's already been done.

Are you looking for letters?

-Is that mine? -Lachie.

-Can you give this to your Mum... -Get back inside.

This is harassment.

-I'm putting something in your letterbox.

That's not illegal. -You approached my son.

-Meghan, I want your side of the story.

-There's only one side of the story, here.

A deranged woman kidnapped my baby and nearly killed him.

That's it.

-Well, I happen to think that Agatha's also a victim.

Don't you have any empathy for her? You've heard about her life.

-Why don't you try asking the mothers

whose babies died about empathy for Agatha?

-I have. I'm a journalist.

-Oh, my god, you are...

You're unbelievable.

We have been through enough without being exploited, as well.

And if you really think that Agatha is the victim, here,

then you are just as delusional as she is.

-You don't have to get crazy, Meghan.

-Oh, I'm crazy?

No, no, I am not the one that is staking out my house,

stalking my friends.

-Get the fuck away from us,

or I will not be responsible for what happens next.

Are you recording this?

-I informed you in my letter

I would be recording all of our contact...

-You delete that. You delete that, right now.

I did not give you permission.

I'll wait here till you're ready, Meghan.

-Get away, now.

I am warning you.

-She needs an ultrasound.

-Just a punch in the guts.

How bad can it be?

-Pregnancy test. It's positive.

-How?

-It's a miracle.

I didn't mean to scare anyone.

I was just trying to do some interviews.

Yeah, well maybe come back another day.

Of course.

-There you go. -Thanks.

-Can I get you anything?

-I wanna see my husband.

-You're entitled to chat to a lawyer,

but it's not possible to see your husband.

Meghan, why don't you tell me everything?

It will be easier on you.

Meghan.

Unless you can convince me, otherwise,

we will be charging you with murder.

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