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ROB SHAND: Isn't it true that you lost your wife?

You have no taste whatsoever, Jack Irish.

Oh, come on. I chose YOU, didn't I?

I don't practise law much anymore.

What DO you do?

I live off my wits.

Hello. Sorry. I should introduce myself properly. Linda Hillier.

We were in a relationship for several patchy years.

HARRY: Only one thing makes more of a fool of a man than a woman

and that's a horse.

JACK: I don't think this is about the horses, fellas.

Might have something to do with a little job I've taken on.

Well, don't take on any big jobs.

BARRY: Someone in this shithole's gotta do the real police work.

Barry! Make yourself comfortable.

I may be here for a while.

Brendan O'Grady.

Four years to the day you got me out of doing 8 to 10 in the nick.

STAN: I'm surrounded by fine dining joints.

There's a new gastropub open up every second week.

And you've always been the best establishment for gastro.

We know that. You're famous for it.

I have been married for 20 minutes.

I've already had a passionate affair with a handsome stranger.

Handsome, you say?

STAN: Popped the question. She said yes.

Some things are meant to be, eh?

LINDA: We're trying to adopt a little girl,

and it's easier if you're married.

JACK: Yeah, I reckon losing someone you love is as bad as it gets.

(ELECTRONIC BUZZING) (DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR BOOMS)

(LAUGHS)

(WOMAN LAUGHS)

(JACKHAMMERING AND BANGING)

WOMAN: Can I take your order, please?

Uh, can I have a double cheeseburger and a large fries, thanks?

WOMAN: Any drinks with that?

MAN: Nah. No, thanks. WOMAN: OK.

So that's a double cheeseburger and a large fries.

That comes to $8.70, thanks. Drive through.

(TAPPING AT WINDOW)

Is everything alright, mate?

Hey! Welcome to Burgers Now. What can I get for you today?

How are you today, Briony? Great. Thanks for asking.

How's your day been?

Can't complain. No-one listens anyway, right?

(LAUGHS)

I will grab a double bacon burger, please, Briony.

OK. Was that have here or take away?

I think I might take away today.

(HORNS HONK)

SONG: # You can run on for a long time

# Run on for a long time

# Run on for a long time

# Sooner or later, God'll cut you down

# Sooner or later

# God'll cut you down

# Go tell that long-tongue liar

# Go tell that midnight rider

# Tell the rambler, the gambler, backbiter

# Tell him God Almighty's gonna cut 'em down

# Tell 'em God Almighty's gonna cut 'em down. #

(WALK SIGNAL BEEPS)

(KIDS CHATTER)

(KEYS JINGLE)

(SIGHS)

(LIQUID SLOSHES)

Fuck! (SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Hold your horses! (DOOR OPENS)

Well, well.

The prodigal, hey?

G'day, Harry.

I'm just on my way out, actually.

But there's no races today. A little drive out to Oaktree.

Check on the prize yearling. You mind if I tag along?

Oh, you're back now, are you?

Oh, it looks that way.

Been a while since the funeral.

Yeah.

That's just the way my family do these things.

Mmm.

When Stella passed, I did a 3-day, 3-step program.

Day one - upset, obviously.

Day two - bit sad.

Day three - back to the races.

(LAUGHS)

Got the keys, boss? I'll drive.

No need.

There's been a few changes round here while you were gone.

(VEHICLE APPROACHES)

(TYRES SCREECH)

Alright, Cam?

Nature abhors a vacuum.

BRENDAN: Morning, boss.

In you go.

(CAMERAS CLICK)

What's the verdict on the burgers here?

The victim's a cop. Been on stress leave for 12 months.

PSC's been notified.

Jesus.

Here. (HORSE SNORTS)

(HANDBRAKE CLICKS)

Welcome back.

Fuck! Oh, that looks comfy.

You just need a periscope to drive. Yeah.

(SIGHS)

Not sure why it keeps doing it.

Have you ever thought about owning a car that's younger than you are?

Well, that'd just make me feel old, wouldn't it?

(HORSE SNORTS)

I'd still get it looked at.

I'm sorry about your old man.

Yeah, thanks. (HORSE WHINNIES AND SNORTS)

I'm guessing Harry smothered you with understanding.

Well, it's safe to say that Harry and I,

we do sorry business very differently.

(HORSE SNORTS)

Yeah, if it wasn't for horses, Harry would never get to express

an actual feeling.

(HARRY CHUCKLES)

I'm just wondering, Harry, if you've given any thought

to who you might want to nominate as your primary beneficiary.

Oh, it's a bit premature, Jack.

There's still a few races left on the card.

Sure.

I just think with Stella's passing,

it's good to get these things squared away.

You know, it's a fairly substantial estate.

And that's not counting the yearling sale.

He's by Charlemagne's Pride, that one.

Oh. Mmm.

Chip off the old block, hey? Yeah, that horse owes me nothing.

You know, Jack, uh...

..I've been thinking we bequeath the estate to racing.

I mean, let's face it, there's no little Strangs running around,

and...Stella's gone to the great powder room in the sky.

Who else am I gonna leave it to?

Well, there is someone who springs to mind.

(HARRY CHUCKLES)

Oh, look at that face.

(CHUCKLES)

(HARRY CHUCKLES)

(MECHANISM WHIRRS) Jack fucking Irish.

Brendan.

You've certainly landed on your feet, haven't you?

Yeah. Apart from the early starts, of course.

Horses don't sleep in, apparently.

Mmm. Still, it's a dream job, innit?

Bet you never thought you'd see me driving a Jag, did you?

Not in one that wasn't stolen, no. (LAUGHS)

Yeah.

Thinking I might even get me driver's licence.

(LIFT CHIMES) (LIFT DOORS OPEN)

(TYPING)

(DOOR BANGS)

You can't just walk into an office and close the door, Tregear.

Those days are gone.

So, what's the point of putting doors on, then?

So people notice they're open.

(SIGHS)

So you heard about Grech?

You think it's connected?

What do YOU reckon?

(SIGHS)

So, what are we gonna do?

You...

..are gonna get the fuck out of my office

and never speak of this again.

(OPENS DOOR)

Shame about your mate, Tregear.

Inspector.

Your boy Grech had only just reached out to me.

Said he'd found God while he was on mental health leave.

Reckoned he had 25 years of guilt to get off his chest.

Of course, you were at the academy with him before Drug Squad.

I hadn't seen him for years.

Gotta feel for the bloke.

Had his lips on the whistle, but...

..never got a chance to blow it.

Still...

..God's watching.

(BEEPING) (CAR UNLOCKS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

FEMALE RECORDING: You have no new messages.

You have one saved message.

Message received yesterday at 9:24pm.

(BEEP) RECORDING: Barry. It's Grech.

We need to talk.

I...I can't hold this thing any longer. It's eating me up.

God knows what we did, Baz.

(CALL ENDS)

(BEEP) (RECIPIENT'S PHONE RINGS)

(SIGHS)

EVAN GIIA: # Dwell on the shit you lose

# You wish it was better... # (HORN HONKS)

# Oh, yeah

# Oh, fuck it, we just run it back

# And we don't care about it, no... #

(GLASSES CLINK)

# You can find me on the road, ayy

# And we don't care about it, no... #

CHERRY: Stan!

Patchouli candle.

Yes. I'm on it, my love.

I'm on it.

We were transporting military cargo to Vietnam.

Hm? Centurion tanks.

1,000-pound bombs and fuel, uh, food supplies.

Oh, excuse me for a second, Wilbur.

If it isn't the downward dog warrior.

Hey, Stan. Hey.

Oh!

This is a DJ mate of mine, Zak.

Hey, Zak. Oh, looking snatched.

This place is mint.

So, uh, how do you boys want to wet your whistles tonight?

Surprise us, Stan.

Surprise coming up.

So, uh, what,

you two boys just... vibing tonight or...

Got a gig in town at midnight. Midnight?

That's so deck. Hey, isn't that Roscoe?

OK. See you later.

Uh, mint.

Mint.

WILBUR: So after that stopover at Vung Tau...

Mmm.

..we just headed up north then to...to Cam Ranh Bay.

That's when we got ambushed.

Is that right? Mmm. Torpedo boats, shore batteries.

We couldn't see what was coming. STAN: Shit, eh?

Oh. Uh...yes.

Sorry, Jack. Uh, he's gone walkabout again.

Thanks, mate. This cover his tab?

That's alright.

Come on, Wilbur. What? Jack!

I was just telling Stan about them waterspouts in Vietnam, back in '67.

Ah, right.

Well, it's time for your beauty sleep. Come on, mate.

Oh, time's catching up with me, eh? Yeah. Here we go.

Oh. Oh, thanks, Jack.

Yes.

Thanks, Jack.

Thanks, Wilbur. See ya, mate. Yeah. Right.

Right. (SIGHS)

(HANDBRAKE CLICKS)

We can't keep doing this, Wilbur.

You know that, don't you, mate?

Wilbur?

We were sitting ducks.

Bombs all around.

And then the MiGs flew over.

And...spouts everywhere.

Lost three men.

Mates of mine.

We're here, mate.

There was nothing I could do.

Uh, they just...

..fell away from the world.

WOMAN: Hi, Wilbur.

You ready to come in? Oh.

Come on.

WILBUR: Hey? Yeah.

(SIGHS)

See ya, mate.

(SIGHS)

(KEYS JINGLE)

(RACE CALLER CALLS RACE ON RADIO)

Has there been a coup?

Yeah. Meet the new King of Shitsville.

Oh.

Your Majesty.

Pretend I'm not here.

You got any sauce?

Grey box. Grey box.

Um...this is MY office.

Yeah? Tell Stan to put the pie warmer back out in the bar.

Yeah. Over Cherry Blossom's dead body.

Well, mine, more like it.

What was wrong with the Prince the way it used to be?

You mean besides the crippling debt? CHERRY: Stan!

Mate, I've got work to do. Stan!

I pay rent here. CHERRY: Stan!

Coming, my love.

(GROANS)

Yep.

(SIGHS)

BARRY: So, um...

..I need a little favour.

Oh!

You need a plate? No.

I need you to follow someone for me. Off the books.

Mate, you're just rubbing it in.

(SIGHS)

Bloke's name's Mick Khoury.

Lebo hothead.

Used to...be on the job until the rats arseholed him out.

You had me at Lebo hothead.

So he lives on his boat down Mordialloc way.

Yeah, well, my low-rent stake-out days are behind me, I think.

I just do wills and estates now.

You know. I've got responsibilities and stuff.

Mate, you owe me!

I got to redraft 15 pages of Harry Strang's bequests and endowments, OK?

I'm a little bit busy right now.

Yeah, well, Harry's not dead yet, is he? But I might be.

How many times have I put my neck on the block

for all the shit that you dragged ME into?

Yeah.

What's this about?

(SIGHS)

A cop just got gunned down

at a drive-through burger joint in Coburg

and it's opened up a can of...

..very old worms.

Right, and you think this Mick Khoury bloke's involved, do you?

The Pope shit in the woods?

And...and you can't do this...why?

Because if he sees me, he'll do his nana.

Look, all I need you to do is tell me where he goes and who he meets.

It's a piece of piss.

Even for you.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

Oh, Barry.

(SEAGULL CRIES)

(RECIPIENT'S PHONE RINGS) (SIGHS)

(SIGHS) Jesus.

RINGTONE: # We are the boys from old Fitzroy

# We wear the colour... #

Jack. Anything?

Yeah, mate. I reckon I've cracked this one wide open.

I've watched your man knock off about 13 cans,

presumably on his way to the full slab,

and then he took what I feel confident would be

probably the longest piss I reckon I've ever seen,

and that includes horses, off the deck of his boat.

So, what are you calling ME for?

Well, as riveting as this has been, mate, I'm calling it a day,

unless you have any other top-level assignments for me.

Surveillance is a waiting game, Jack.

Yeah, so's the treatment for rectal cancer,

and right now, I'm finding it hard to separate them.

Oh! Oh!

What was that?

I saw the sun bounce off your binoculars, dipshit!

Hey! (THUMPS CAR)

(TYRES SCREECH)

(PANTS) Who the fuck sent you?

Who the fuck sent you?!

(METAL CLANGS)

Jack, what the hell's going on? Khoury was onto me.

(SIGHS) Good job, dickhead!

Yeah, well, next time, drag your lazy arse out of your La-Z-Boy

and do your own dirty work.

What...?

You son of a bitch!

(SIGHS) Is everything alright, love?

Oh!

You know, I've spent half my life scraping up leaves

and adjusting pH levels, or whatever they are,

and trying to clean shit out of this thing!

I don't even swim in the fuckin' pool!

Oh! Arggh! Oh!

Ah! Barry!

Barry!

Barry!

(GASPS AND PANTS)

Barry! Barry!

Oh! Barry, come on!

(SOBS)

Help!

(MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY ON PA)

(VENTILATOR HISSES)

(SIGHS)

Three minutes.

He was clinically dead for three minutes, maybe more.

We were arguing on the phone.

I...said some things.

His last words were, "I don't even swim in the fucking pool!"

Then he collapsed and fell in.

Silly bugger.

Oh, they won't be his last words, Carol.

They've got him in an induced coma.

Even if he comes out of it, three minutes, Jack!

(SNIFFS)

(DOGS BARK)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

You know it's all over the news?

Maybe you should get rid of that.

I'm not done yet, am I?

Well, maybe you could be smarter about it, then.

I like having you back, Troy.

I have to do this, Case.

Do you?

(PHONE BUZZES)

(BELL DINGS)

(LIFT CHIMES)

(LIFT DOORS CLOSE)

MAN: Promotion or divorce?

Well, working back late.

They say it's because you want a promotion or a divorce.

Too late for either, I reckon.

You are married, aren't you, Francine, you and your...

..your missus?

Is there something I can help you with, Phil?

Or do I tell rat squad you're lost in the maze again?

I thought you should know that George Grech reached out to me,

before he lost half his face.

Said he'd found God.

What, down the back of a couch?

Oh, he's a full-on happy clapper.

I found this on his phone.

PEOPLE: (ON VIDEO) # This little light of mine

# I'm gonna let it shine

# This little light of mine

# I'm gonna let it shine... #

What about your mate Tregear?

Heart attack. Big surprise.

And he's not my mate.

Grech's phone log shows an unanswered call to Tregear two nights ago.

Grech was ready to come clean.

Said he'd sinned and after 25 years,

he was finally ready to make his peace with God.

I was so close, Francine.

Well, thanks for stopping by, Maitland.

Your husband home? Uh, no. He's not here.

Right. Michael Khoury.

We worked Drug Squad together.

Right. Yeah.

He hasn't returned my calls.

Barry's in hospital.

He had a heart attack yesterday. Ah.

I've actually just come home to pick up some things.

I should really be getting back.

You tell him...

..Mick Khoury says...

.."You can't get rid of me that easy."

You tell him that for me, Carol, won't you?

It's not too much trouble, is it?

Is he awake?

Carol said he was out of the coma.

Yeah, he's awake. He's very lucky.

I'm Jack. I'm a mate of Barry's.

Hi.

Uh, I'm sorry, I've gotta go.

(ANNOUNCEMENT TONE CHIMES) WOMAN: (ON PA) Please respond.

Adult bed, ward 5B, bed 27 - treating team, general medicine.

That's adult bed, ward 5B, bed 27...

(SIGHS) ..treating team, general medicine.

JACK: There he is. (LAUGHS)

Where's this morphine been all of my life?

(LAUGHS) Well, you had your chance in the Drug Squad.

(LAUGHS)

I feel like I've been hit by a truck.

Well, the nurse said you got a cracked rib from the CPR.

Oh.

You always were hard to get rid of, eh?

(LAUGHS)

I've seen the other side, Jack.

Shithouse.

The beer's light.

(LAUGHS)

Got no sport.

Gotta wear white. Everyone's happy.

It's a...

..it's a bloody nightmare.

I'm sorry, mate.

Getting you all worked up on the phone like that.

Don't be stupid.

You've seen my diet.

Yeah.

I thought I was a goner.

I ran into your...visitor.

You can't tell Carol.

Well, who is she?

Just...just promise me you won't say anything.

No, no, of course not.

(BEEPING) (BARRY SIGHS)

It nearly destroyed us once before.

Well, she's gone, mate. She was very discreet.

She didn't... tell me her name or anything.

I've done some... stuff I'm not proud of.

Made a mess of my life. Oh. Come on, mate. Go easy.

You're on some pretty strong drugs, I reckon.

That poor bastard, Grech.

I should have just taken the call.

Who? Who's Grech?

I, uh... can't bury this shit deep enough.

(BEEPING) They're all coming for me, Jack.

They're coming for... they're coming for me.

Filthy.

Oh!

Khoury. They're all coming for me.

What...? Grech.

Grech was just the start of it.

Why...why are they all coming for you?

I'm so sorry, Jack.

No, that's OK, mate. It's OK.

For...Isabel.

For all of it.

What are you talking about? For Isabel?

(BEEPING)

(GRUNTS)

I just...

..I can't make it right.

Barry... I can't make it right.

Baz, what do you... what do you mean, for...for Isabel?

Baz?

Hey. How's he doing?

Uh...yeah, he's OK.

A bit...bit shaken up, I reckon.

Yeah. (SIGHS)

Uh, I...I gotta go, so I'll...I'll check in with you a bit later, OK?

Mmm. Jack?

I can't believe he's come back to us. (LAUGHS)

Yeah.

Yeah.

JACK: Isabel?

Isabel!

(HANDBRAKE CLICKS)

JACK: I do love you, you know.

BOY: Dad!

Oh. Hey, mate. How's it going?

Thanks.

Come on, mate. Bye, Sami!

SAMI: Bye. Bye.

Bye. Come on. Shall we jump in?

WOMAN: Jack?

Do you have a child seat?

Uh, I must have left it at home.

Um...w...we'll walk, eh? (LOCKS DOOR)

(SAMI SINGS) So how was school?

I don't go to school.

Um, kinder.

Kinder. How was that?

Good.

You've done a painting, have you?

(RINGS DOORBELL)

Hey, munchkin! Hi. Did you do this?

Oh, I love it. Is it me?

(LAUGHS)

OK, bath time.

Thanks for doing pick-up. That's alright.

You OK for Thursday?

Uh, yeah. Yeah.

Where's your car? I...I haven't got that seat.

Booster? The booster seat, yeah.

Oh. No rush.

Yeah.

Um, I'll see you Thursday, mate.

See ya.

(KOOKABURRAS LAUGH)

(HANDBRAKE CLICKS)

(RATTLES HANDLE)

(HINGES SQUEAK)

Hello?

(BUZZING)

Drew?

Hello? Jack! (LAUGHS)

Ah!

Seriously, could you have moved any further out of town?

Well, we're 24km from the CBD.

Yeah, well, that's 48 in my beast.

Why would you leave Fitzroy anyway?

Trees.

Fresh air.

Ah! Tranquillity.

Yeah, if you can't think of anything, mate, just say.

Well, I'm finally reading Ulysses.

How's Barry?

Uh, he's alive.

Awake. Talking.

Brain damage?

Not that you'd notice.

(LAUGHS) Well, I'll take him in some of Simone's freshly harvested honey.

It's, uh, rich in antioxidants,

lowers blood pressure, cholesterol and, um, triglycerides.

Tri-what? SIMONE: Jack.

DREW: Uh...

Hey. (KISSES)

What's he doing here? I CAN hear you.

Yeah, well, Jack just wanted to say hi. I mean, it's been a while.

Yeah. I've heard such good things about Warrandyte.

You know, the dreamcatchers.

The pottery.

Yeah, we just really like the bohemian vibe.

In the city, we call that unemployment.

What do you want, Jack?

You only ever call or turn up when you want something.

Babe... No, no, no. Not anymore.

I have turned my life around by having nothing to do with you.

I have renounced IT, and as a result,

I have wound down my manic energy to the extent

that I now speak at a normal speed.

The locals say I speak with a drawl, Jack.

A drawl. DREW: Don't work yourself up.

Just maintain the drawl.

You're right. Mmm.

Going back in with the bees.

(LAUGHS)

(SIGHS)

(CHIMES RING)

Why would Barry mention Isabel?

I mean, I've known him for...

..what, 20 years.

He's never mentioned her. You said it yourself.

He was...

..doped up on morphine.

He's back from the dead.

Yeah, but...

I want to see that Wayne Milovich file.

I only work in town two days a week now.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Did a reno a few years ago.

New carpets.

Black Japan floorboards.

An extension out the back.

WAYNE: Let me speak to Jack fuckin' Irish!

DREW: Hey, hey. Wait a minute.

You cannot come in here. There you are, Mr Judas Lawyer!

I'm sorry, mate. I tried to stop him.

WAYNE: She left me, huh?

She took me kids from me while I rotted

in that prison that you sent me to!

Go and wait in the car, will you? Give me 10 minutes. I'll...

Parking fines! You let 'em put me away for bloody parking fines!

113 unpaid parking fines, mate. That was just the entree.

The cop you assaulted ended up in hospital for two months.

What did you expect? I told you why I hit him!

But you wouldn't fuckin' listen, would you, you bastard?!

Calm down, OK? Just go and sit in there and wait.

I'll go and find your file and we can talk about this sensibly, alright?

Do you want me to get the file?

Yeah. That'd be great, mate.

I'm calling the police. No, don't mate, don't.

That's the last thing he needs. I'll deal with him.

It's alright. (GUNSHOT)

DREW: What was that?

JACK: From outside.

(ALARM BLARES) (DOGS BARK)

(JACK PANTS)

WAYNE: You see? You wouldn't bloody listen.

You listening now, Jack?

(GUNSHOT) (PANTS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

DREW: I got it.

(EXHALES) Are you alright, mate?

Can I take this?

(BIRDS CHIRP) (INSECTS BUZZ)

(CLOCK CHIMES)

(CLOCK STRIKES FIVE)

(SIGHS)

Roast beef cheeks and kipfler potatoes tonight, Chef says.

So the agency found someone for you, Harry?

No, no need. The answer was staring me in the face.

Alright, Cam?

HARRY: I couldn't risk a live-in maid.

I'd just end up with Mrs Strang number four.

What can I say? I've got form.

And Brendan here turns out to be a pretty handy chef.

Took cooking classes when I was doing a six stretch

for aggravated assault.

That's some sweet beef cheeks.

Barry?

Barry? (ECHOES) Barry? Barry?

Barry? Hm?

You've got a phone call. He said it's important.

Oh.

(SIGHS)

Hello. (SIGHS)

Your timing's shithouse, Tregear.

Well, pardon me for nearly dying, Joe.

Are you losing your ticker, mate?

You know, I don't think I can...

..live with this shit anymore.

With the Grech business and the rats sniffing round.

We wouldn't be here if you'd handled this like I said.

I've waited a long time for this, Barry.

There'd better not be any deathbed confessions.

You hear me?

Yeah, I hear ya.

Next time, I'll visit.

Bring some flowers.

Maybe a fucking balloon.

(PHONE BEEPS)

(SHIP'S HORN HONKS)

(BE STILL HOLD ON TIGHT BY ALLAN BROWNE'S NEW RASCALS PLAYS)

(SIGHS)

(PAPER RUSTLES)

Oh, where is it?

WAYNE: (ON TAPE) He came knocking on my door

with a summons for unpaid parking fines.

He was looking for trouble.

JACK: (ON TAPE) What makes you say

Constable Grech was looking for trouble?

WAYNE: He slammed the security door into my face and busted my nose.

How about that? JACK: Then what'd you do?

WAYNE: Well, I responded in kind.

JACK: According to the brief of evidence,

you put him in hospital with a broken nose, broken ribs,

fractured cheekbone, fractured jaw, ruptured eardrum and 23 stitches.

WAYNE: Yeah, and as I told Sergeant Khoury, I didn't start it.

(REWINDS TAPE)

WAYNE: And as I told Sergeant Khoury, I didn't start it.

(STOPS TAPE)

ISABEL: It's not just a table.

It's...this old bloke is an artisan. It's a work of art.

You have no taste whatsoever, Jack Irish.

JACK: Oh, come on. I chose YOU, didn't I?

ISABEL: OK, one good choice.

(PHONE RINGS)

Irish.

Oh.

Um...yeah, I'll come down.

Yep.

(PUTS PHONE DOWN)

(SIGHS)

HARPER FINN: # Looking for someone to hold... #

Come on, mate. Yep.

Come on. Come on.

# You want the world to stay

# You want the world to stay still

# Some day, the dark side of the moon

# Will see the light... #

(JACK SIGHS)

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) Come on, mate.

(GROANS)

There we go. (SIGHS)

In here? Yep.

Right. (SIGHS)

(KEYS JINGLE)

ERIC: (LAUGHS) Oh, yeah.

Stan kicked you out again, did he?

I was ready to call it a night anyway.

Oh, well. It's, uh... it's gone to the dogs, that joint.

Oh, yeah? (GROANS) I heard they got kombucha on tap.

Oh? It's bloody bacteria, that stuff.

What next, I wonder.

Salmonella on a Petri dish for bloody bar snacks?

Don't get yourself all worked up, Eric.

Eric's been regaling me with stories about your old man.

Still the best footballer he's ever seen, he reckons.

Well, I never saw him play, so...

Yeah, Eric says you two weren't close.

Eric says your dad was a mean drunk.

And he was often drunk.

I'm not my old man, OK?

Um, have I ever missed a sch... a kinder pick-up?

Sami says you hardly even talk to him.

Men don't need to talk all the time.

(SIGHS) He's not a man, Jack.

He's a little boy.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS AND STARTS ENGINE)

Shut up and drive.

KHOURY: Take the exit.

Listen, Khoury, you've got this all wrong, mate.

I was just told to keep an eye on you after what happened to Grech.

That's it. Told by who?

Mmm.

Left here.

Stop here.

I want to know who sent you.

No-one. I'm nobody.

I know you took out Grech. Hm?

And I know I'm fuckin' next.

I didn't take out anybody, mate. I'm just a lawyer.

Shut your mouth!

(SIGHS)

You remember Wayne Milovich?

I represented him.

Eyes front.

I'm not waiting around for you to put a bullet in my fuckin' head.

Look, I swear. I... I don't know about any of this, OK?

And it's gonna stay that way.

(GRUNTS) (TYRES SCREECH)

(YELLS) (PANTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(PANTS)

(PHONE BEEPS)

Yeah, I'd like to report a stolen car.

(ANNOUNCEMENT TONE CHIMES) WOMAN: (ON PA) Attention, all staff.

Code green, emergency department resus.

Mr Tregear, I really must insist. It's hospital policy.

No-one's gonna stop me walking out of here.

I'm not getting in your stupid chair.

(PHONE BUZZES AND CHIMES)

(SNIFFS)

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

(RINGING)

(BEEP)

BARRY: (RECORDING) Jack, that thing I said about Isabel,

it wasn't the morphine, mate.

This day's been coming.

Time to pay the piper.

(CALL ENDS)

(KEYS JINGLE)

JACK: Hey, Barry?

It's only me, mate.

You home?

Barry?

(OVEN TIMER RINGS)

JACK: Barry's dead. Why would he top himself?

These things don't always make sense.

There's no evidence of foul play. Unless you know something we don't.

Want to tell us what you were doing there?

Murdering a cheeseburger.

UNDERWOOD: Maybe we should move things forward.

We wait, as planned.

JACK: I was right about Barry.

There's definitely something going on.

If I were you, I'd keep my nose out of police business.

Classic Jack Irish! You make it impossible for me to say no!

LINDA: Are you thinking revenge killings?

WOMAN: For years, I prayed for someone to come, to tell the truth.

LINDA: Jack.

There's something I didn't tell you about Wayne Milovich.

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