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Bra and underpants.

Do we have enough to charge her?

-I'm still establishing a motive.

She's not denying it.

-Well, she hasn't asked to see her lawyer, either,

so I see that as a reason for doubt.

-I'll apply for a holding extension, but you've got to get me something.

Soon. -Understood.

Thanks.

-Sorry, what?

-If it was an accident, she'd be talking by now, right?

-Look at her history.

If violence was her MO, she had more motive during the kidnap case.

By the way, do not drink coffee in my interview rooms.

-It's chocolate chai. -Uh-huh.

Don't drink chocolate chai in my interview rooms.

-Can I ask why?

-Control.

A detective should only open their mouth during an interview

to ask questions.

What did she say to you, just before you left?

-Oh, she said, "We were happy."

-Two job offers,

a swanky lunch invite from a corporate speaking company.

You're so annoying.

-Phone calls, texts...

-Oh, you had me at swanky lunch.

-Don't know if corporate speaking's really my thing,

but it's nice to be schmoozed, right?

-Mm-hmm. -Let's celebrate.

-Alright.

If you take that out first. Mm-hmm.

Even Atly nominees, they've gotta do their chores, babe.

-Alright.

-Lucy, no, don't take his food.

I didn't.

-Hey, Ben can you say apple?

Apple?

You good?

Lucy, please.

How's that champagne coming, babe?

Feeling thirsty.

-Yeah, sorry.

One of my sources has got the wobblies,

so I'll have to go and meet with them for a couple of hours, so...

-Oh, OK.

-I'll be back. -Duty calls.

-Did she hurt the baby?

-Strong heartbeat.

Contractions have stopped.

-Can I see the screen, please?

-Uh-uh.

-Can you tell me the sex?

No.

How far along is she?

-21 weeks.

How long do you need to keep her for?

Yeah, look she can go back to her cell.

-It's a girl.

In episode one of this podcast, 'Who Is The Monster?',

I examine events in the notorious case of Agatha Fyfle.

But is Agatha a villain or a victim?

I shed new light on who the real monsters are in this story.

You'll hear from many people connected to the case,

but you won't hear from Baby Ben's parents.

It felt important to include them, and the door will remain open.

But so far, my requests have been met with surprising aggression.

Get the fuck away from us,

or I'll not be responsible for what happens next.

I am warning you.

Argh.

That was the voice of Meghan Shaughnessy,

threatening me after I asked for an interview.

She banged violently on my car window and called the police,

who confirmed I'd broken no laws and let me go.

So instead, you will hear from Agatha's mother,

who lives a lonely life, shunned by her semi-rural community.

Do I have regrets?

Oh, many.

I made mistakes,

but you have to understand that, as a mother of a 16-year-old,

I believed we were doing the right thing

by adopting Agatha's baby as a newborn.

-Contact details for Sacred Pines Nursing Home.

-Sacred Pines. -Oh yes, hello.

My name's Lorelei.

I'm just calling in regards to one of your residents, Brother Bowler.

Mm-hmm. How can I help you?

Coffee?

-This isn't a social visit.

What do you want?

-I ploughed a lot of money into my business

when I went out on my own,

and then bang, our affair hit the headlines.

-Well, that's not something I did.

-Well regardless, I lost my business.

I'm now working in rentals for someone else.

I'm 40 grand in arrears on this place. It's not fair.

-What, you're not asking for 40 grand?

Well, why should I lose everything

for some meaningless fling, as you put it,

while you become a star?

-I'm not going to let you destroy my career.

-I don't want to destroy your career.

All I want is compensation.

-Yeah, $40,000.

-Well, look at it as the commission I lost when you sold your house.

That sale should have been mine.

-We have joint accounts.

-I'm sure you'll figure it out, Jack.

-Well FYI, I've recorded this conversation,

so, if I decide to give you the money,

it'll be a one off.

And if I ever hear from you again,

I'll take that to the police

and you'll be charged with blackmail.

And yes, I'll go down, but I'll take you with me.

-The Atly Awards are soon.

I'll give you till then

and if not, I'll sell it while your profile's at its highest.

I'll get the money either way.

Good morning, Minister.

Agatha Fyfle is fine.

-What about the baby?

-21 weeks means she has one week to terminate.

-Good.

So, let's work out the best strategy for her and us both.

Find the father and have the prick charged.

That's a priority.

-Well, it seems to have been consensual

if that's any consolation.

Women's prison?

There's no such thing as consent.

It's an abuse of power, however you choose to slice it.

-Assuming we'll treat this matter

as highly sensitive until it's resolved.

The way the press are with Agatha Fyfle

and with this new podcast,

I'd say treat it like a concealed landmine.

And for fuck's sake, don't step on it, Terry.

-So now we're investigating who fathered the child.

We'll offer voluntary blood tests for matching

to eliminate those who have nothing to hide.

Needless to say,

this matter is not to be discussed

with prisoners or anyone outside this room.

Any breach will result in instant dismissal.

-Who do you reckon it is?

-Whoever it is had better hope she doesn't agree to a blood test.

-Lachy. Stop it. Don't.

-Guys. Guys, please be careful.

-Seriously, don't worry about it.

There's a backlash on socials already.

People are hating on it.

-Great, this podcast will go viral, you watch.

Jack's affair will come up again.

-Oh yeah. That'll suck.

Why have you stopped telling me about your love life?

-I haven't.

It's just the chef messaging about tonight's menu.

-No, no.

You're a chronic over-sharer, and now nothing.

What's the big mystery?

No.

-Simon?

You're not dating Simon?

-I wanted to tell you.

I tried to tell you

and then every time I went to, I just chickened out.

-Simon's a player, Grace. You know that.

-But he has been so beautiful to me.

So different.

-Oh, my god.

I cannot believe that you have fallen for him.

You cheated on Jack one time.

Just forget about it and move on, OK?

It's in the past... -Yeah, maybe for you, Grace.

You know that Simon's in love with me.

He told me that when Ben was missing.

-He hasn't said that to me.

-No.

Why would he?

Look, I'm not trying to...

It's just that if Simon can't be with me,

who is the next closest person?

Hello?

Babe?

-Yeah, we're here.

You've got to stop seeing him.

-Hey, I listened to the podcast on the way home.

-Oh. -You OK?

-Yeah, yeah.

Hello?

Hi, is this Lorelei Kelly?

-Yes, it is. -Great.

Can I confirm that you're the creator of 'Who Is The Monster?'

-Yes, that's my podcast.

We'd love to talk to you

about the idea of syndication in our national newspaper.

-Can I ask who's calling?

-Yeah, yes, it's Di Briggs.

Actually, I'm the editor here at AMS.

How does it sound if we bring you in...

He may be resting.

-Brother Bowler.

-Who is that?

-I'll get them for you.

I'm Lorelei, a voluntary reader.

I've come to keep you company.

-Lorelei.

Ah.

Well, that's a pretty name for a...

For a pretty girl.

-The newspaper's gagging for the next ep.

They say everybody's obsessed with the Agatha story.

-It's all happening so fast.

-Yeah because it started trending.

But they want to hear more from Meghan,

so I've got to get her to talk to me.

Or yell at me.

Works either way.

-Honey, have you asked yourself if you should be hassling that family?

They've been through so much.

-Yeah, I agree.

-This is going better than I ever dreamt.

Can't you just be happy for me?

-I hope your obsessions are finally paying off?

-OK, Marcus,

talk to me when you have a podcast

on the home page of a national news site.

-Yeah, I will.

Hup, hup, hup, hello.

-Hey, mate. I'm just trying to find my racquet,

then I'll be good to go.

-The kids are playing with it downstairs.

-Yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming.

-Morning.

-Don't even start about Grace.

-My feelings for her are genuine.

-I don't care.

It's too complicated.

I cannot believe that you would even go there.

-Oh, come on.

You and Jack are happy.

I'm happy for you.

What happened between us won't come out.

-Got it. Let's roll.

-You ready?

-What do you think?

See you, babe.

-Bye. -You warmed up?

Not yet. You?

Could be better.

-Why are you hiding your face?

-All the kids are talking about you and Daddy.

-What?

Zip up your bag, please.

Luce, what do you mean?

Hello?

-Meghan, it's Lorelei Kelly here.

A daily newspaper is hosting my podcast on their home page,

and I'd like to give you another opportunity

to talk about what happened to Ben...

-There's so much coverage now with Agatha's story, it's ridiculous.

All it takes is some Uni student with a microphone.

Hey.

Hi.

Who's that with Ben?

How do you do it every time?

I don't understand that.

It was so quick.

Simon said he spoke to you.

I was hoping you'd calmed down.

-You think I enjoyed you sending him around to persuade me?

-I didn't send him.

-We haven't spoken about any of that stuff for two years.

And now it's all back on the table because of you, Grace.

-You're being unreasonable.

-And you're being really insensitive.

Just stop seeing him.

Stop seeing Simon

and then we can pretend like none of this ever happened.

-Simon's let go of all that.

Maybe you should too.

You know,

this is my chance to be happy.

-OK, go.

Be happy with Simon.

As long as you're seeing him, though,

I don't want to see or hear from you.

Ben. Ben, come on.

Come away from Aunty Grace.

-Good morning, Agatha.

-Governor.

-First of all, I'd just like to express my sincere regret

that an inappropriate liaison has occurred here.

Tell me who's responsible,

and I'll take care of it.

Plus, I'll ensure you get the best possible counselling.

-I'm responsible.

No one else.

-The prison will arrange for a termination.

You'll be transferred to a women's hospital for the procedure.

I'm sure you'll be very relieved to put all this behind you.

-No.

I want this baby.

-Agatha, you must realise that that is in no one's best interests,

especially not the child's.

And think about how much you'll suffer once the baby is removed,

as it inevitably will be.

And when the other women find out about the pregnancy,

I can't guarantee your physical welfare, even in protection.

-I'm going to be transferred.

I'm going to keep her with me at Jalala.

-It's a fantasy.

If necessary, we can get a order to force the matter.

-I want to speak to my lawyer.

I have a right to speak to my lawyer.

-You have to remember who you are.

It's my belief that Agatha Fyfle is not the monster.

Rather, she has been the victim of a monstrous system,

and as she sits in jail, is still in its unforgiving grip.

This woman deserves only help and mercy from the justice system.

-You said you couldn't get pregnant.

Don't let them do a blood test.

-I'm not stupid.

-Then get rid of it.

-No.

-Keep moving, Fyfle.

-Prison authorities can't force you to terminate.

It's illegal.

-He said they'd get a order.

-Nah. It'll fail.

But this is leverage to get you to minimum.

Raped by an officer. We'll sue.

-No.

It wasn't rape.

-OK.

So, what do you want to do?

-I want you to get me into

the Mother and Child programme at Jalala.

-Agatha.

Be realistic.

They're not going to let a convicted child killer into that programme.

-Just get me to Jalala.

-If you'd confided in me,

I would have had more time to consider options.

-I didn't want to tell anyone until it was too late for them to stop it.

Will you tell the judge now?

-It's too risky.

-She'll call an enquiry,

and if you claim it was consensual, there'll be media backlash on you.

Let's wait and hope for the best at sentencing.

-Please, get this to that podcaster.

If I send it from here, they'll confiscate it.

Let's go, Fyfle.

-You know, they need you to say who the father is.

The Governor wants to keep his job.

-Well, if they guarantee me a transfer, I'll give them a name.

-Understood.

I'll relay that.

-I have proof.

Jones, we need you to confess.

You're barking up the wrong tree, mate.

-She says she has proof.

If she does, you're betting off confessing.

The fuck I am.

Lights out, ladies.

-Pass.

-If anything happens to me, they'll know it was you.

-No.

See, I didn't find that proof you said you had.

But I found these.

And when I show them that you haven't been having your medication,

they will know why you topped yourself.

Now, I think terminating's better than having that happen, don't you?

Fuck.

-Morning. -Governor.

-I need to speak to the Minister, please.

It's urgent.

Yeah, yeah, I'll hold.

Not a good time, Rocco.

-It's about Jones.

I questioned Fyfle yesterday.

She implied he's the father.

Given what's happened, I thought you'd want to know.

-Yeah.

Yes, yeah.

Is she willing to make a formal statement?

-Only if she's put into the Mother and Child programme at Jalala.

-Yeah, yeah, I'm still waiting.

-Is he OK?

Jones.

-He's got a fractured skull.

He's on life support. He's not expected to recover.

-Jesus.

Were any prisoners involved?

-The fall will be investigated.

It was in a no access area.

Looks like he may have been on medication that we don't know about.

Just leave it with me, mate.

-Rocco, why are you ignoring me?

What have I done?

-I don't know, you tell me.

Listen, I've put my neck out for you till now,

but I've got a career, kids to think about.

I'm under the microscope.

I can't afford to have any association with you.

-You've got kids?

-That's none of your business.

-You know what the other inmates will do to me

when they find out I've slept with a screw and I'm pregnant.

-You're on your own.

-Hey, Ben?

Ben.

What's Mummy holding?

OK.

Just leave it alone for one second.

Stop.

OK.

What is Mummy holding?

Can you say doggie?

Ben? Ben?

It's a doggie.

Dog.

Please?

-I requested a shower on my own.

-You're not the only one who can request favours in this joint.

-I don't know who ratted about the rice over my head,

but it wasn't me.

And I didn't tell them you punched me, either.

-A smart decision.

-I could be your friend if you let me.

-I'm not friends with child murderers.

-I haven't done anything to you.

Why don't you just leave me alone?

-I'm never gonna leave you alone.

There's no rush.

You're going to be in here a really long time.

-Oh.

She punched me. She did it again.

-I didn't fucking do it.

-Move.

I'm gonna fucking kill you for this.

I'm gonna fucking kill you!

Agatha wrote to me and I quickly arranged a visit,

only to be told on the day that her visitation rights were revoked.

She said she was being bullied and punished.

Can a woman like Agatha ever be safe in a maximum security jail?

No.

-What is it?

-The comments were mostly supporting Agatha,

but now some Meghan fans commented and it's started a new thread.

I've gotta delete them.

-I don't understand why you're championing this particular woman.

-You don't have to understand.

-What are you doing?

-Just tidying.

-Mummy, Mummy, look what I won.

Mummy, Mummy, look what I won.

-Wow, awesome, Luce.

Did you have a good party?

-Balloon.

-Did you just say balloon? -Mm.

-Ben. Did you just say balloon?

Oh, you're so clever.

Luce, give him the balloon.

Oh, you're such a good boy.

Luce.

-Hey, what's going on? Luce.

-Luce, I can't believe you did that.

-Hey, come here. What happened?

-Oh.

-It does feel a little

like you're asking to profit from my family's misfortune.

-Not at all. Sure, people are fascinated,

but it's about a man who overcomes a kidnapping,

holds onto his marriage, and fires up his career.

It's actually inspiring.

-So, what kind of speaker fees are we talking?

-We'd normally say ten grand, but with the heat behind this podcast,

we could offer you 20 grand a gig if you sign a three-spot deal.

-Let's do it.

-Fantastic. -Great, thank you.

-Thank you.

Hi.

I'm loving the podcast.

-Thank you.

-How are you doing?

-If one more person mentions Agatha Fyfle,

I'm going to jump into the harbour.

-Right.

Well, it was worth the lunch, financially at least.

I decided to take them up on three speaking gigs.

Easy money.

-OK.

-Great. -Yeah.

-How much?

-Five grand a pop.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

I don't know about that one.

Look who I found on the doorstep.

-Ah. -Aunty Grace. Hi.

-Lucy. Shh.

You'll wake the boys.

This is not as easy as it looks.

-It doesn't look easy.

-I got that one. -Did you?

-She's doing very well.

-Your sentencing hearing's on Monday.

This is your notice.

-She's kicking.

Terrier's tackling coach, Brent Scicluna,

awaits an internal investigation

regarding the matter of supplying cocaine to players.

Meanwhile, Jack Shaughnessy, who broke the story a few months ago,

won the country's most prestigious journalism award last night.

Jack took home the top prize of Excellence in Journalism

at last night's Atly Awards ceremony in Darling Harbour.

Congratulations to Jack from all of us at TVAU.

-Did you just get that text?

-What text?

-Sentencing hearing.

Monday.

-Yeah, listen, you know, once she's sentenced it's all going to be over.

It'll be a fresh start.

We'll be free.

Cashed up.

Since all three of my talks were sold out,

my speaking fee's just gone up to 20 grand a gig.

OK.

-Can I tell everyone at school that Daddy won a big award?

-You can tell whoever you like.

Hey.

I have an idea.

-What?

-Let's stop and get a treat.

Should we get raspberry and Cola?

Super-sized?

-Yeah.

-The public are behind Agatha. -Oh, my god...

-There's still hope for her.

-Were you following us? -All I'm asking is

that you don't make a victim impact statement tomorrow.

-Are you serious? -Say nothing.

-Move.

Move your car. -Shut up.

-Move your car. -Give her a chance.

Please, Meghan. -Go.

Hi, Karen.

It's Meghan Shaughnessy.

Hey, can you talk?

Hi, Karen.

-I slept on it, and I've decided that you're right.

-You should do it.

The truth is, no one wants to hear from me,

but they'll report every word you say.

It's stronger.

-OK.

All stand.

-Before sentencing, I will now hear victim impact statements.

-Thank you, Your Honour.

I had decided not to speak today,

but something made me understand

that we three need to speak for our children.

We need to be heard.

I am the lucky one.

My son, Ben lived,

but Karen's Emily and Annette's Lizzie...

did not.

But with the strength that I have because my son came back,

I stand here to say,

the lives of our children meant something.

Mean something.

They weren't property to steal,

or newspaper fodder.

All three were fully formed, thinking, feeling children

that Agatha Fyfle felt entitled to kidnap and kill.

They were, and still are,

everything to us.

Perhaps her past traumas influenced her actions.

There are people with equal trauma who don't kidnap, who don't kill.

And so,

we can only believe that Agatha Fyfle deserves no leniency.

Quiet please.

-Would the accused please stand?

Although your psychiatric report

concludes that you were no threat to be housed in minimum security,

there are many factors to consider.

After careful deliberation

and having heard the victim's impact statement,

it is important that my decision reflect the community's expectation

of the punishment you deserve.

Agatha Fyfle, I sentence you to 25 years

with the recommendation it be served in maximum security.

All stand.

-Commiserations on the sentence.

But seeing as we're stuck with each other,

I suggest that we try and cooperate.

I received the results of the investigation into Mr Jones' death,

and the autopsy report.

While there was an open finding on the exact cause of his accident,

I took the precaution of asking for extra tests.

We discovered that you gave a blood sample

on the night that you were assaulted.

We used that sample as a match. -You didn't get my consent.

-The significant result

is that Mr Jones is not the father of your baby.

But perhaps you already knew that.

-Wouldn't it be easier if he was?

-I need a name, Agatha.

I'm sure that your lawyer will appeal the sentence

on the basis of your pregnancy.

You give me a name,

and I'll support your appeal for a transfer to Jalala.

-Rocco Osman.

You will find proof it was Mr Osman on one of these.

-Two officers?

-If you were in here, you'd do anything for protection, too.

-Did you want protection,

or a baby?

-I didn't know I could get pregnant.

That's the truth.

But I kept those in case they decided

to stop looking out for me one day.

So, will you support my appeal?

-Yes, I will.

But you're Agatha Fyfle.

It'll go all the way to the Minister,

and she's not the kind to cut deals with the likes of you.

-Oh, we can all breathe a sigh of relief.

No more court.

-At least justice was done.

-Hey, Grace. Bye, love. -You acquitted yourself very well.

-Hey, listen, give little Ben a kiss from Nanny when he wakes up.

-Yes, will do.

-See you. -Bye.

Are you going with Daddy?

-Yeah, coming for a ride. -OK.

I'm assuming things have finished with Simon?

-I need to speak with you.

-OK.

Shoot.

-I did a DNA test on Ben.

-What?

When?

-You knew he was Simon's.

That's why you don't want him around

because you're terrified it's going to come out.

-This is not your family, Grace.

You have no right to interfere.

-I'm giving you the opportunity to tell Simon first.

-Grace.

Grace.

You can't do this to me.

We're happy.

Jack is happy.

Ben is happy.

OK, look.

I will back off about you and Simon, OK?

You can have some kids of your own.

Grace, don't ruin our lives.

-If you won't tell him, I will.

-Give that to me.

-No, I gave you the opportunity.

-Grace.

We know there was a conflict.

And we have growing evidence of a motive.

You should know by not talking to us,

it will be viewed as uncooperative.

And should it go to trial, that may be perceived as a sign of guilt.

So if it was an accident, Meghan,

you have nothing to lose by making a voluntary statement.

-I want to speak to a lawyer.

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