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JACK: Find out who murdered Barry Tregear yet?

Open-and-shut suicide. It's hardly top-shelf policing, is it?

UNDERWOOD: There was no evidence of foul play.

JACK: That bloke Homicide arrested yesterday.

Is he responsible for Barry?

They cut him loose. Nothing to hold him on.

I've worked out how all these people in your photo are connected.

25 years ago, they were in Drug Squad together.

The drug bust, it was called Operation Great White.

(GROANS) (GROANS)

LINDA: It was a million dollars' worth of heroin?

Yes, and Barry, Grech, Khoury, Milovich were all involved.

Which means we're running out of people to talk to.

We used to meet whenever Barry was on night shift.

He was gonna leave Carol.

So I looked at everyone who went to the jetty after Barry was killed.

There can't be many more of those in captivity.

(ENGINE REVS) (TYRES SCREECH)

JACK: That's him. That is Wayne Milovich's son.

Happy birthday, Dad.

Are you thinking revenge killings?

(MECHANISM CLICKS)

(RECORD CRACKLES)

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS)

(SIGHS)

(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(MARKER SQUEAKS)

(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(NOTES FLUTTER)

(NOTES FLUTTER)

(NOTES FLUTTER)

(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(SNIFFS AND SIGHS)

(COINS CLINK)

(BELL DINGS) (MECHANISM CLICKS)

(SIGHS)

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 'em God Almighty's gonna cut 'em down

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

(DOGS BARK)

(BAG THUDS)

Hi. Just looking for Troy and Casey Milovich.

You and me both. Done a runner.

Oh. They didn't leave any forwarding details, did they?

Yeah, they printed up embossed change-of-address cards.

Would you like one?

Help yourself to the piss-stained mattress.

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(SIGHS)

You know what Wayne Milovich said to me after he shot Issie?

"Are you listening now, Jack?"

You didn't kill your wife, Jack.

(SIGHS)

I gotta stop this kid.

Are you sure you want to be jumping back down a hole

you spent so long climbing out of?

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Hm. JACK: Mrs Parsons?

I'm Jack Irish. I'm Troy Milovich's lawyer.

Armed robbery, right?

Yeah. I'm looking for his current address.

Oh. Pascoe Vale, if memory serves.

It's not Belfast Street, is it? Yes.

Well, I've just been there. They've told me he's done a runner.

Well, this kid specialises in getaways, so...

Yeah.

Um, you don't have any other contact for him, do you?

Only his sister's work.

Yeah.

That...that'd be great. Thanks.

Well, of all the gin joints...

I wouldn't bother looking for Troy.

He'll find YOU soon enough.

I know about you, Irish.

The nobody lawyer who broke Tregear's big cases.

How he had your back, when by rights

you should have been put in jail, or in the ground.

You done any fishing lately, Detective?

Saw a great photograph of you and your Drug Squad mates

on Khoury's boat.

Want to explain what you were doing at a crime scene?

I was just visiting a mate of Barry's.

That how you wound up with Khoury's blood

in the back of your car, is it?

Well, Mr Khoury had decided he wanted to take me on a little scenic tour

of an old abandoned warehouse that you might be familiar with.

You know, it occurs to me maybe we're looking at the wrong person

for these cop killings.

I thought you said Barry was a suicide.

Are you familiar with St Augustine, Mr Irish?

I'm not really Catholic, you know. I just like the guilt.

(LAUGHS)

You know what he said?

"God fashioned hell for the inquisitive."

(BIRDS CHIRP) (TYPING)

ORTON: Hey.

Didn't come to bed last night.

Yeah. I'm on a deadline. My editor wants to publish.

Have you told Jack about Milovich's mother?

He's a big boy. He can handle it. (PHONE RINGS)

Speak of the devil.

Where are you?

JACK: I'm on my way to the library.

What for? I like being shooshed.

If only it worked.

JACK: I've got a lead on Troy for you.

Why me? You'll see.

(INAUDIBLE)

LINDA: I used to bite my fingernails when I was little -

you know, when my parents divorced.

It's been a rocky relationship ever since.

Me and my fingernails.

(LAUGHS) (LAUGHS)

Still, they grow back eventually, right?

When my parents split, I was too young to know any different.

Oh.

Are you close to them?

Ooh.

Well, you're young. There's still time. (LAUGHS)

My dad's dead.

I was three.

My little brother doesn't even remember him except for photos.

Still, that must be hard.

This colour looks great on you.

(LAUGHS)

Um, uh, what about your mum?

She's no longer with us. Oh, sorry.

Mmm.

Thankfully, you've still got your brother, right?

Why all these questions?

Just trying to make a conversation.

Are you a cop too?

A cop was here? Did you get a name?

Who the fuck are you?

Look, I'm a journalist, and I just...

We're done here. Casey, I can help Troy.

He is in serious trouble.

Get out!

(CLOCK CHIMES)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I've got a good feeling about these yearling sales, Cam. (LAUGHS)

Have you seen the blood lines of these horses, Harry?

Your point being? (SIGHS)

Charlemagne's Pride wasn't exactly Phar Lap.

I've been in this caper for over 60 years, Cam.

Dinner is served.

Ah, Brendan.

Where have you been all my life?

Prison, mostly.

I was on the lam in the Torres Strait for a bit.

HARRY: Now, what am I looking at?

(SIGHS)

Roast spatchcock in salsa verde,

sauteed broccolini in anchovy butter

and a rather cheeky ricotta salata.

Everything alright, boss?

Oh, Stella used to...

..burn the hell out of spatchcock.

(LAUGHS) Common mistake.

Alright if I shoot off, boss?

Yeah. Not eating?

Nah, I'm moonlighting on a little job for Jack.

(DOOR OPENS)

I think, uh...

(DOOR CLOSES)

..I might take a raincheck on dinner, Cam.

No worries, boss.

Jack fucking Irish!

Brendan.

Thanks for doing this, mate.

Anything for you, Jack. You know that.

So this kid has taken out three cops by my count.

Three? I dips me lid.

Well, one of them's Barry.

Oh, yeah. Sorry, Jack.

I just try to be supportive of the next generation, that's all.

I don't want to be one of these dinosaurs,

always banging on about how it was better in my day.

Sure.

I mean, sure, they're young. They make mistakes.

At the end of the day, they're out there.

They're pushing the envelope... Look...

..and bringing fresh ideas.

Would I do it that way? Probably not.

These kids are the future. Mate, mate.

You know you're here to protect Nina, OK? You're not Troy's mentor.

Could do a lot worse than me, Jack.

Still a few tricks in this... Neighbours. Neighbours, mate.

Put it away. Yep.

Let's go and meet Nina, shall we?

Copy that. Lead on.

NINA: Is this really necessary?

Well...I insist.

He'll...he'll station himself discreetly out the front.

So, Brendan,

are you with a private security firm?

Yeah, that's right.

Oh. Did you use to be on the job?

Been on lots of jobs, yeah.

So you're not in law enforcement?

More enforcement, really.

A word. (CLEARS THROAT)

If I'm in danger here, why not cops?

I don't know that I can trust the cops.

But you trust HIM? Absolutely.

Listen, Troy Milovich is a killer, OK?

I don't know why, but he came looking for you. He knows where you live.

Well, maybe he was following you.

I just don't want to take any chances.

Barry would want you safe.

Please. And, look, you won't even know that he's here.

NINA: Oh! (SIGHS)

Got some lovely stuff here.

He knows not to come inside, right? He...he...I'll...I'll...

Mate, outside.

(DOOR OPENS)

Listen, did Barry ever tell you anything about Great White?

(DOOR CLOSES) You know Barry.

He kept his cards close to his chest.

I've been trying to lay these ghosts to rest for years, Jack.

The funeral was supposed to be the end of it.

Yeah.

(BELL DINGS)

(SIGHS)

You sure you weren't followed?

CASEY: I was careful. I did like you said.

That really burns.

30 minutes.

Then you can wash it out.

(SIGHS)

Why don't we get out of here, Troy?

You know I can't do that, Case.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Ah. Thanks, Cherry.

I need the table for a second sitting at nine, Jack.

OK.

(DOOR THUDS)

I thought this place was dead to you.

Uh...not much choice, really. They closed down Dinelli's, didn't they?

I heard the Prince was going gangbusters.

Yeah.

Success doesn't really sit well with me.

Mmm. Should have heeded the signs first time we met.

You're only human. (LAUGHS)

Linda!

Mmm!

Can I interest you in one of our grazing platters?

What are we, livestock? That looks amazing, Stan.

Yes, well, it's like Cherry says. We eat with our eyes.

Yeah, and pay through the nose.

What am I looking at?

STAN: Uh...

..we have some goat's cheese, charcuterie.

Charcuterie. Barry would be turning in his grave, wouldn't he?

Well, not after eating all those pies.

Enjoy, Linda.

Thank you, Stan. Thank you.

Mmm. It's actually really good.

Is it?

So, I spoke to the sister.

Yeah, I gathered. (LAUGHS)

(SNIFFS) Police got to her before I did.

Who, Underwood and Slorach? Oh, presumably.

Trying to knock off Troy before he knocks off them.

Did you get anything out of her?

Just that the mother's dead too.

Nothing on Troy. Mmm.

The two dead drug dealers from Great White,

I had a bit of luck at the library today.

It took me a while.

But...

..I finally found their names on microfiche.

Vinnie Riley and Anh Nguyen.

Yeah. How'd you know that?

I looked it up on my phone while you were talking.

(LAUGHS)

It says here that the Drug Squad detectives seized a haul of...

..25 kilos of pure-grade heroin.

Yeah, but no money, right?

I mean, there should have been a million bucks at that handover.

So Barry and his mates took it?

(SIGHS)

(PHONE RINGS)

Sorry. Hey, babe.

Um, yeah, I'm still, uh...

..in the editor's meeting.

No, I did, I...I... no, I put it in her schoolbag.

No, in the FRONT pocket.

MAITLAND: As it happens, there's been a development

in your brother's murder case.

(LAUGHS)

You pricks don't muck around, do you?

I mean, it seems like, what, quarter of a century since Vinnie was shot

and, what, you're all over it like a rash?

We're not talking Mother Teresa here, Daryl.

Your brother was dealing heroin...

Everybody's selling something!

I mean, you've been selling my family bullshit for years,

and yet they give you a promotion for it.

Been watching the news lately, Daryl?

One of our officers got killed at a drive-through burger restaurant.

Wayne Milovich.

Vinnie's driver that day.

You know his son Troy's just out of prison?

Yeah, I do know that.

And I'd steer clear of him if I was you,

'cause he is seriously pissed off.

(SLAMS HEAD ON TABLE)

I know how he feels.

How's that crystal meth working out for you, Dazzler?

Why, you want to buy some, Filthy? Yeah?

You want a bit?

We're done here.

(LAUGHS) Yeah.

Like a dog, Maitland.

You lot, you shot him like a fuckin' dog!

Book him.

Possession.

(ROARS)

(YELLS)

Come on! Come on! Come on!

(GROANS)

Come on! (PANTS)

Oh...

(GROANS)

(VEHICLE APPROACHES)

You're late. He doesn't like to be kept waiting.

Yeah, well, tell him not to set meetings in the arse end of nowhere.

Tell him yourself.

(DOOR CLOSES)

27 years inside and you want to waste more of my time?

Yeah, I'm very sorry I'm late.

Nice wheels.

Yeah, thanks. So, you're Stavros, right?

How much this set you back? Oh, you don't want to know.

Don't tell me what I want. Don't do that.

40 grand.

Sweet.

So I gather Drew got you early parole.

(SIGHS) Just means I go back in sooner.

You ask me, life on the outside's just like holidays.

Right.

Um, and Drew tells me you were, um, cellmates with Troy Milovich.

Yeah, Whitehill.

Uh, 11 months.

Did you two get on?

(LAUGHS)

He did a week in the pound

for crushing a bloke's throat with a barbell.

What can I say? I liked the kid.

(LAUGHS)

Any visitors?

Anyone come and see him?

His sister.

And towards the end, some cop who used to visit his old man.

Yeah. Didn't leave Troy real popular.

Do you know who the cop was?

(CHATTERS AND SQUEAKS)

Wh-what's that? A rabbit?

Fuckin' rat.

(LIFT CHIMES)

I'm not taking on new friends at this stage, Jack.

I'm fully booked.

If a vacancy opens up, I'll let you know.

What about Troy Milovich?

Clearly a friend of the family

if you're visiting him and his father in prison.

First it's the suicide finding on Barry Tregear

and then you just let his killer out on the street.

Great White was my investigation. I signed off on it.

I knew it had a stink on it.

But there was nothing I could put my finger on.

Is that why you visited Wayne Milovich in prison?

'Cause you thought he was involved?

Somebody must have dangled him a carrot for when he got out,

if he kept his mouth shut.

I've been doing this for 42 years.

I gave up trying to understand what men do a long time ago.

You're bleeding, by the way.

(DOG BARKS)

I've been thinking about the missing money.

We know Khoury's boat was called Great White,

so he must have bought it after the bust.

There's actually a bill of sale for that boat in his logbook.

Um...I think I saw the date on it.

Um...

..there you go - May 1996.

That's a month later.

So Barry and his mates, they turn over the drugs,

call themselves heroes,

and secretly they're splitting the million bucks up four ways.

Have you seen Barry's house?

So they sit on it, to divvy it up later,

you know, once the heat has died down.

What, for 25 years?

I mean, that's... that's a long time to wait, isn't it?

Yeah, what if they laundered it?

Invested it, no trace?

I mean, we are talking old-school cops before internet banking.

Look, I know he was your friend.

I spoke to a client of Drew's today, an ex-cellmate of Troy Milovich.

The rat squad visited him and his dad when they were inside.

Your man Maitland?

Yeah. He knew that Wayne Milovich was part of Great White.

Working for one of the drug dealers?

Oh, man. (SIGHS)

It's all a bit close to home, isn't it?

I mean, Barry was old culture, but not this.

I've been meaning to do that.

(LAUGHS) Actually quite therapeutic.

Yeah, he used to come home from work at all hours

and end up out here scooping up leaves.

'Cause he was too cheap to get a pool guy.

(LAUGHS) Thought I might get ideas. (LAUGHS)

I reckon you've had this the whole time I've known you.

Oh, it's looking a bit tired now, but...

..he was so proud of it.

The kids loved it.

Must have set you back a bit,

on a cop's wage.

You planning on buying a pool, Jack?

Caz, do you know where he got the money from?

I mean, we...

..we both know he was no saint.

What are you saying?

Well, people are asking questions.

You. You're asking questions about my dead husband.

Rat squad are investigating Barry. (SIGHS)

Maitland has been on this ever since Great White.

Why can't you just let it lie, Jack?

Because before he died, Barry indicated to me

that he knows something about Isabel's death, and I...

What? I'm sorry, Carol.

I...I didn't come here to upset you.

Well, too late. See yourself out.

(CLOSES DOOR)

(CAR LOCKS)

(TOILET FLUSHES)

(SIGHS)

I'd give that 20 minutes.

(SIGHS) Oh, God.

(SIGHS) Eugh!

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DOOR CLOSES) What are you doing, mate?!

Not supposed to be inside! Jack! This is my workplace.

Provision of amenities is an OH&S requirement.

Yeah. OK. OK. Just...

(DOOR CREAKS) Nina? It's Jack.

I'm on me break now!

I'm in the kitchen.

Can you remind your guy he's not supposed to come inside?

Yeah. Sorry about that. Won't happen again.

Mmm.

Nina, you mentioned Barry had a nest egg.

Did he say where that came from?

Are you asking me if Barry was on the take?

Yeah.

Was it stolen drug money from Great White?

Gets a bit itchy by the end of the day.

Is that from the car accident?

(SIGHS) Yeah.

Surgeon had no choice.

(SIGHS)

Do you want a wine?

Yeah. (LAUGHS)

Here's to phantom limbs... (SIGHS)

..and the itches we can't scratch.

(LAUGHS) (LAUGHS)

Mmm.

(SIGHS)

Uh...

..I'm not...

..not sure if this is a good idea.

I thought that's what you wanted.

Why else would you be coming here?

Well, because you're Barry's ex.

Oh! I'm not Barry's anything.

I just...

We can't do this. I'm sorry.

Is it my leg?

(LAUGHS) No.

It just...

..it just isn't right.

(LAUGHS) Oh, God. Oh, God.

I'm so embarrassed. Oh, don't be.

Please.

(SIGHS)

I've ruined everything, haven't I?

No. Not at all.

Come on. It's...it...it's grief.

It does strange things.

(SIGHS)

Anyway, I...

..I should go.

Jack.

(SIGHS) About the money.

Oh, God. I didn't want to have to tell you this, but...

What?

When your wife got shot,

Barry felt sick about it.

What's that got to do with Great White?

One of the drug dealers had a driver who got away.

He was shooting his mouth off about it all over town.

Wayne someone.

I thought you said Barry didn't talk to you about his work.

I was trying to preserve his memory.

Um, Milovich. Wayne Milovich.

Well, Barry said

Wayne was threatening to blow the whistle on 'em, so...

..they had him put away.

Yeah.

And when Wayne was in prison, his wife ran off with his kids.

And he blamed me for not getting him off,

and then he murdered my wife for it.

No-one could have seen that coming.

Barry was a good man who made a mistake, Jack.

And he thought the world of you.

So when I met Barry...

..at the Prince, and we...we chatted at the bar,

that...that wasn't just random?

He wanted to meet you,

to tell you.

But he liked you. He saw the state you were in. He couldn't do it.

So it was a lie. It was all a lie.

It started with a lie, but the rest was real.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR BANGS)

BRENDAN: Jack?

Jack! (CAR DOOR BANGS)

(ENGINE REVS) Jack!

MAN: She's worse than he is.

(LAUGHS) I know.

Nut?

This is a cop bar.

Detective Slorach, right?

Linda Hillier. Journalist.

(CRUNCHES) Airport novelist, more like it.

I know about you.

So, what can you tell me about Anh Nguyen and Vinnie Riley?

Ask Media Liaison for the PSC report.

See what non-fiction writing really looks like.

Well, I'd love to, but it's locked in the basement

with the ark of the covenant.

Mmm.

You know, speaking of paperwork...

..this is a copy of the bill of sale for Mick Khoury's fishing boat,

valued at $29,000, one month after Great White.

And this is a copy of the invoice for Barry Tregear's in-ground pool,

valued at $32,000,

three months after Great White.

How's that for non-fiction for you?

What did you and Underwood spend YOUR cut on, Detective?

(SOFTLY) Ohh...

30 grand each.

Leaves a lot of change on a million dollars.

When's the real payday?

(LAUGHS)

I am offering you a chance to tell your side of the story.

This article you're writing...

..is it gonna be as successful as your book?

You'll have plenty of time to read both when you're in jail.

Another?

No?

(JACK SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

JACK: (ECHOES) Isabel! Isabel!

Isabel! Isabel!

(DISTORTED) Isabel?

BARRY: (ECHOES) I'm sorry, Jack.

Sorry about Isabel.

(GUNSHOT) (GASPS)

(SIGHS)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(JAZZ PLAYS)

Jack! Yeah, yeah. Come in.

Eric! Jack's here. ERIC: Hello there.

Uh, look, ask...ask him who was in front at half-time, will you,

in...in the 1922 grand final.

Collingwood was.

And then we kicked six goals in the third quarter.

(LAUGHS) Beauty! Yeah, we shoved it right up 'em.

JACK: How is he?

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

What did you think of Barry, Wilbur?

Honestly.

Well, I think he was a...

..a lesser man than he'd hoped to be.

Same as the rest of us.

Yeah.

Hey. Hey.

I didn't know you were working tonight.

Yeah, I got called in. Double time.

What about Sami?

I asked Mum to come over.

Why didn't you ask me?

I guess I'm just not sure about you, Jack.

You're not sure about me?

I'm not sure you're coping.

I can look after my own son.

AUCTIONEER: Lot 117. Here's a good colt.

I've got 450,000 for him. 450. Bidding at 450. Bidding at 450.

I got 450. Take it 10. Oh!

60. 460 there.

460. Now 70, I need. I got 460 here.

460. I need 70. WOMAN: Yes!

470. Now 80. 470,000. I'm gonna get...

(SHOUTS) 80 there. At 480,000.

I'm here to sell him. At 480,000, I sell him.

Done!

All done.

(BANGS GAVEL) 480, buy. (APPLAUSE)

Good luck, Harry. (HORSE NEIGHS)

AUCTIONEER: Lot 118. Luck's a mug's game, Cam.

It's the precocious colt from Harry Strang.

Beautifully presented colt, by Charlemagne's Pride.

Ladies and gentlemen, you tell me, is there 200,000 for him?

200,000 to start him. Is there 200,000 to get him away, surely?

Is there 200,000 to start him?

200, on a colt like that.

Early-running precocious colt.

200,000 to start him.

200,000 to get him away.

Is there 200?

What's wrong with you? It's by Charlemagne's Pride!

This is about character and heart!

Not everything's about money! AUCTIONEER: We'll move to Lot 119.

Harry, this is horseracing. It's always about money.

Want me to hurt some people? Sit down.

AUCTIONEER: And I have 450,000 for him.

450. Bidding at 450. Bidding at 450 it is.

I got 450. Now take it 10. 60 there. 460.

Did you get it?

UNDERWOOD: Sure we can trust him?

The Banker's the only bank you CAN trust.

And they can't get to him?

Relax, Frankie.

It's untraceable...

..and with serious interest.

What about Troy Boy?

We'll find him.

And the two dogs sniffing around?

Leave it with me.

Goethe, huh?

Yes. You've read him? Oh, no, no.

I just, uh...I just know how to pronounce his name correctly.

My wife said it was the reason she married me.

Oh. (LAUGHS)

I wish I'd mispronounced it. (LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS)

Yeah, uh, one pierogi, thank you. So one...one tray, yeah?

Uh, yeah, yeah. Why not? Live a little, huh?

Are they good? Can you vouch for them?

(LAUGHS) Thank you.

Thank you. Yeah.

Uh...

Mmm! Good.

Is this your daughter?

Mm-hm. Your father's a genius.

(MEN LAUGH) Oh!

Mmm.

By the way...

..tell your wife I read her book.

Oh.

I feel like I really know you now.

Bye, Fatma.

JACK: Oh, there's a bit dripping off the other side there.

How is it? Is it nice?

Is it chocolatey?

Awesome.

You mind if I sit?

Oh, we're just leaving, actually. Don't do that.

(GUN CLICKS)

You like hanging out with your dad?

Yeah.

Yeah. (LAUGHS)

Why Barry Tregear?

And Khoury and Grech?

Why go after Nina Persky?

I do as I'm told.

Told by who?

I've been told you're next.

You like being a dad?

(LAUGHS) TROY: Mmm.

Blood, right?

It's all that matters.

What was he like?

My dad.

I didn't know him. Yes, you did.

More than me.

Well, he seemed like someone whose family meant everything.

But he just got in too deep with the wrong people.

(BANGS TABLE) No.

I mean...

..what was he like?

Well, he was a lot like you.

Yeah?

Yeah, he murdered people's loved ones too.

(STRIKES TABLE WITH ICE CREAM CONE)

Come on, mate. Let's get you home.

ORTON: Is it online yet?

Yep. It's up.

Da-da!

ORTON: Oh.

Who are the blurry cops?

Oh, they got legalled.

This is the original... (CLICKS MOUSE) ..photograph.

I know this one.

Slorach?

Is he dangerous?

Well, there's a... there's a lot at stake.

And he knows you're coming for him?

Oh, we had a few choice words at his watering hole.

He came to the food truck.

He knew Fatma's name. He knows how to get to her.

How...how did... Your book.

I guess, uh, we've hit a nerve.

Must be getting close.

Close to what?

Innocent people getting hurt because you and Jack can't leave it alone?

This isn't about Jack. Isn't it?

Isn't this how it always goes,

you being dragged into one of his crusades?

Getting kidnapped in Mindanao. (SIGHS)

Threatened by assassins in Mumbai. Now corrupt cops?

How many times have you found yourself at the wrong end of a gun,

chasing down stories for Jack Irish?

You were the one who told me to look into it.

It's different now.

There's Fatma.

So, what are you saying? I'm...I'm not a good mother?

I didn't say that.

Look, just because you turned your back on this job

doesn't mean we all have to.

(SIGHS) You were a...a war correspondent!

And now you're reading Goethe in the back of a...food truck.

Linda... Yeah, and YOU judge ME!

(DOOR SLAMS) Where's Mum gone?

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)

That's the man with the ice cream.

Who?

Sami?

What do you mean?

(URGENT KNOCK AT DOOR)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

Do you want to come inside?

What sort of world do you live in

where a murderer sits down to have an ice cream with my son

and you don't think it's worth telling me?

He's our son, actually.

That's not an answer.

(SIGHS)

And you wonder why we're moving.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

AUDREY POWNE: # There will be an end

# If their eyes, they fall again

# Borders, they will bend

# And transform... #

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

I figured you'd be up.

Yeah.

Since you're offering.

Mmm.

Oh, that's the good stuff. What's the occasion?

Troy Milovich told me today that he was sent to kill me.

Yeah.

I think the fact that Sami was with me was the only...

..was the only thing that saved me.

He's no mastermind, though.

He's a foot soldier. For who?

I don't know.

He knows who my kid is, Linda.

Slorach came by the food truck.

Fatma was there.

(SIGHS)

Yeah. (SIGHS)

They're coming for us, aren't they?

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(LIFT CHIMES) (DOORS OPEN)

Have you got your test results back yet?

It's your time, Inspector.

He was just trying to get a rise out of me.

Sounds like he succeeded.

They don't pay me enough for the shit I have to wade through.

In two days, it'll be the 25-year anniversary of Great White.

So?

JACK: So...

..what if... (GROANS)

(PUTS BOTTLE DOWN)

..what if that's payday?

Silver jubilee, nice round number.

Just in time for Slorach's retirement.

Mmm.

(SIGHS)

It's pretty late. How come you're not at home?

Oh, maybe I should go.

Yeah, maybe.

(TURNS OFF TAP)

(JACK PANTS)

(KISSES)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(BOTH PANT)

Rah!

(GRUNTS) (GROANS)

TROY: Fuck!

(BOTH PANT)

LINDA: Yeah, uh...

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(PANTS)

(INHALES AND EXHALES)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(PANTS)

(DOG BARKS)

(PANTS)

(COUGHS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(CROCKERY AND CUTLERY CLINK)

(LIQUID POURS)

(OBJECT THUDS ON COUNTER)

(SPOON TAPS CUP)

Want me to warm up some milk for you, sweetheart?

Mum?

Please don't be mad.

You are fucking useless.

After 20 years, I'm close to understanding Isabel's death.

That bring her back to life?

ORTON: Someone is out to get me.

Leave my family out of it.

JACK: He knows. Orton knows.

Your late husband was on the take.

What is the point of even being a good cop?

Step out of the car, please.

You told Jack Irish someone else is pulling the strings.

I never said who it was.

JACK: I think I know where the money drop's gonna be.

You need to drop this, Jack. You've lost enough.

Keep away from her. She is pure evil.

You reckon I'm as bad as the people I'm chasing?

MAITLAND: I need Forensics and an ambulance.

No rush on the latter.

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