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Get in.

Get in!

Come on, love. Lie back. Come on!

Calm down.

That's it. Knees apart.

Knees apart! Bet your boyfriend didn't have this trouble.

Come on, sweetheart.

Peg, do you want me to stop?

Oh, I'll kill you if you do.

Oh, you're a dangerous woman.

Oh, you bastard!

My mum wouldn't like language like that.

Yeah, well, your mother's not in bed with us, is she?

I hope not.

Give me a towel!

A towel!

Hold this. Let's get her out of here. Come on, get her out!

Off the table! Get her off the table! Come on!

I'm a doctor! I have a patient in need of attention.

Turn around, sir. You'll have to find another route.

It's urgent! Her house is just up...

Oh, for God's sake, I don't have time.

Hey! Hey!

Oh, Bonnie. Who did this to you?

Um, Barry.

Sit up.

Up, up. Gently, gently. Barry who?

Um, Smith.

He's not a doctor, I'm guessing.

You won't tell Mum and Dad, will you?

I've got to get you to the hospital.

The next 24 hours are critical, and I can't keep them away.

You're my beautiful Bonnie.

You're not going anywhere but home.

Maggie.

If you were thinking of calling a priest, now's the time.

Did you know she was pregnant? Yes, I did.

You sent her to this butcher? No.

I offered to break the news to you. She said she'd think about it.

And she took another path.

And now she's dying.

Yes.

You should have helped!

I absolve you from your sins

in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Find the fucking bastard who did this to my Bonnie.

- Kill him! - No, I don't advise that.

Detective Inspector Jack Ford. I'm here to talk to the girl.

She's dead.

Well, I'm sorry. I am.

Now, Smith. That wouldn't be an alias for Wainer, would it?

No, it would not, no.

Oh, come on. Wouldn't be the first doctor who's made a mistake.

The only mistake I made was not taking heed of her, obeying the law.

Well, I understand how you feel.

No, you don't. I've known her since she was a little girl.

Now, if you want my help, I have Bonnie's account

of where it was she thinks that bastard worked out of.

Oh, Bonnie.

Oh, there's blood!

Cigarette ash.

There's rat faeces.

It's barbaric.

Ah, and here.

Don't touch that. It's a crime scene.

Radio forensics.

You're gonna have to leave.

You get Smith, or I will.

I'll do everything in my power to rid the world of this prick.

But I'm pulling rank now. This is police business.

You stay out of it.

Detective Ford, if you collar Smith, you'll come to me to appear in court,

so please don't tell me to stay out of it.

I'm in it, and I'm gonna stay in it.

Well, Maggie's wrong.

You couldn't have helped.

Would you be so quick to forgive if it was Felice?

There's only a couple of years between them.

Dad! Can we bring Buster to your place?

No, and tell your lazy brothers to get their arses into gear

or the bus is leaving without them!

Don't get involved, Bert.

Just don't risk your licence to practice...

That bastard knew what he'd done to Bonnie and he did nothing.

If I find him, I'll kill him.

You heard of a backyarder called Barry Smith?

No. Why? What's he done?

He's killed a girl. How did that happen?

Perforation, then tetanus.

Ignorant fool.

Well, you let me know if you hear anything, alright?

Jack? Hmm?

Would you marry me if you were single?

Well, I'm not, Peg.

Now, now, come on, come on.

What do you want that for?

I mean, you're smart, you're sexy, you're glamorous.

You've got it all, Peg.

Have I?

I watched a lovely young woman die a horrific, painful death.

She should've thought about that before she had sex.

Oh, you'd condemn her to death for that mistake, would you?

You've never had sex when you weren't expecting to?

Well, no, in your case, probably not.

These things happen. As doctors, we know that.

Now, you can sit on your smug backsides and do nothing

and women will die,

or we can push the AMA to pressure the Government to change the law.

This is a legal issue, not a health one.

It's not appropriate to use our organisation in that way.

The Catholic Church has always reiterated

that a direct assault on a foetus in the womb is a sin of murder,

and that's the legal position also.

Please, would you spare me?

Medical procedures are our business!

They're not the politicians' and they're certainly not the Pope's!

How dare you talk to me like that?

Whatever your personal opinion may be, women have a right to choose.

In England...

In England, if we choose to help,

we're acting within the law, but not here.

Here, we face 15 years in prison,

and if we don't help these women, they face death.

Now, I propose that we send in a petition

demanding that the AMA call publicly for the law to be changed.

Order! Order!

Well, I'm sorry things didn't go better for you,

but you have to understand we are really not a political body.

There's more than one way to skin a cat...

Dr Wainer! Thanks, Dr Boume.

Look, I really liked what you said. Oh, well, thanks for your support.

But you were naive to think that they'd back you.

That meeting was stacked with members from St Luke's.

Yeah, so I discovered.

And your manner was a little bit confrontational.

Oh, MY manner was confrontational?

And how would you describe yours, just out of interest?

Look, I've got a friend who needs some help.

Can I bring her to see you? Sure.

Miss, I need to have a word with you.

Yeah, alright. It was nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

James Troup. Bert Wainer.

I'll support you any way I can.

Well, it would've been nice if... Except publicly.

Oh, don't look at me like I've got the clap.

I'm a gynaecologist, and a bloody good one,

and I run a bloody fine outfit.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

Never lost a patient.

Use only the best equipment.

English, of course, and a top support team.

But the legal issue remains.

I take precautions.

Well, I'll explain to the doctor

that you and he have a symbiotic relationship.

Symbiotic.

Why don't you look it up in the dictionary?

What do you mean 'precautions'? Fine!

Dr Troup, it's for you. Excuse me.

Traffic problem.

So, have we seen the recovery room yet?

No. Come through this way.

I'm with a colleague. What's this about?

Now, if you're gonna refer, do it verbally.

It covers both you and Dr Troup.

How long have you been doing this for?

14 years.

You've never had any trouble with the police?

Well, I'm discreet, Doctor. You should be too.

Positive. You were right, Amy. Tests have come back positive.

Amy's husband is in Saigon.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that. It's a useless bloody war...

The war is not the problem.

Oh, I see.

My husband was away.

I was lonely. I made a mistake. I can't have it.

Amy, I don't do terminations.

Oh, yeah? And what about the things that you said?

The law needs to be changed and I'm trying to get it changed,

but right now I can't do anything.

You were at the meeting. You heard.

I heard men making decisions over women's bodies, yeah.

Very, very patriarchal.

God spare us bra burners!

I resent that expression, actually, and for your education...

Dr Wainer, are you saying that there's nothing that can be done?

Uh...

There's a Dr Troup in East Melbourne. He's a gynaecologist.

Now, speak to my receptionist. She'll give you the details.

Amy, why don't you have a think about it first?

Thank you, Doctor.

And, you - would you like to go to dinner?

So, when you wake up, your troubles will be over.

This one, anyway.

Count backwards from ten for me, Amy.

Ten, nine, eight...

It's the police. You know what to do.

Maria, come here quick.

Could you hold these for me and go through the back?

Through the back, through there.

What are they doing here?

Good morning, ladies. Stay right where you are.

I'm Detective Inspector Frank Holland.

Take their names, addresses, phone numbers. Arrest the lot of 'em!

Arrest her and look after those books.

Stay with the women coming out of the general.

Don't touch me! Where do you think you're going?

Arrest this one as well. I have to look after these women.

You can't come in here. You'll endanger her life.

You are not coming in! You're not scrub...

Inspector Frank Holland. You're under arrest...

Get out of this room now! Get out!

Oh, look, you can deal with the doctor when he's through! Get out!

Arrest this one as well.

Do you want to endanger her life? I said get out!

Out! Both of you!

When the doctor's finished, arrest him.

What do you think this is?

Take all these files. I want everything.

Come outside. You are a Class-A prick.

Quietly.

I want to see Detective Ford. Where is he?

Holland assigned him to the Brighton murder.

Holland? Holland's the new head of homicide.

Just give me one quote, then I'm out of your hair.

Sorry, mate. I can't help you.

Well, come on. Someone's gotta have a comment.

Detective Ford, it's Lionel Pugh, from The Australian.

Just wondering what you can tell me

about this morning's raid on gynaecologist Dr Troup?

Are they gonna let us go home after this?

You're next.

Have you got your name spelled right there?

Troup. T-R...

Some of these women are still coming off anaesthetic,

so anything that they say or sign is not legal, do you understand that?

Put your fingers on the inkpad. Come on.

Let me go. Let me go. Where are you going?

Maria, don't...

Why were we raided?

Patient's father made a complaint.

Are you gonna help us?

You have the right to remain silent.

Ah, changed your mind about dinner.

Amy's been arrested mid-operation!

Where is she? She's with her mother.

She doesn't want to see anyone. What happened?

I don't know. The police, they took her patient card.

What? It has very intimate stuff on it.

She has trouble coming to orgasm and they offered to help out.

Oh!

She doesn't want the card used in court.

Well, they can't. It's illegal. Well, can you get it back?

I can bloody well try.

Christ, people should know about this!

If they did, they wouldn't stand for it.

My boyfriend, he's a journalist. Well, maybe he could help.

What you need to tell us

is the name of the doctor that referred you to Troup.

I want the cards.

Well, Troup's cards are locked up.

What - all of them? Yep.

But that would run into the thousands.

So?

The medical details of thousands of women...

Do the police have a warrant for each and everyone of them?

Well, I wasn't there,

but I had this idea you wanted to crack down on abortionists.

Backyard butchers who don't have a licence to practice, yes,

but Troup's a gynaecologist.

It's all the same to us. It's illegal.

So if confiscating medical records.

The law also includes referring doctors.

You know of any?

The medical world is small, Detective Inspector Ford,

but we have a loud voice.

YOU have a loud voice. YOU. No support, I hear.

When this gets out, and trust me, it will,

there'll be support - you watch.

Hope your fella's got big balls. Big enough.

I can't. No way. It'd be career suicide.

It's a really important story.

Yeah, it's a great fucking story, and sudden death by firing squad.

His editor.

So, what - your editor likes this, does he?

I mean, it reads like it was written by police PR.

You're not their mouthpiece! I'm a crime writer.

And this is a crime perpetrated by the police.

Lionel depends on the police for his leads.

Amy was in that raid. She was arrested.

Will she give me a quote?

I'll give you a quote,

and it'll start with the criminal behaviour of the Victoria Police!

Well, if I do this, I need to talk to the patients,

get their accounts first-hand.

The women aren't going to talk. Well, there's my problem.

No talk, no story.

So, you get them to talk! I mean, isn't that your job?

Look, I'm sorry, but, Pugh,

not many people have the power to bring change, but you - you do.

Listen, Doc, you don't understand newspapers.

My editor will shoot this down in 30 seconds.

He already thinks that I'm a hippie! I'll get fired!

Alright. That's OK. I'll be fired!

That's alright, that's alright! I understand. You're muzzled.

Was that really why you became a journalist?

Because the way Jo was talking about you, I thought you were an idealist...

fearless in the pursuit of the truth and a good story and all that jazz.

Don't worry about it. I'll talk to Whitman at The Truth.

The Truth? Oh, I can see it now. 'Police pervs charge naked women.'

He won't write about medical records! Who gives a damn?

Patients, and by my reckoning, that's every single reader of your paper.

That's a pretty good angle. I can run with that. I can run with...

Sit down. Sit down! I can run with that.

I mean, who wants their private information

in the hands of the wrong people?

Do you know what people want?

They want to feel safe, and right now they need to know they're not.

That's your job.

It's very dangerous for me to be here, Peg. I could lose everything.

Well, I WILL lose everything, Jack.

Dr Troup, he's gonna lose everything.

If you can do anything - anything at all...

I'll do what I can, but you must be calm, be patient.

Jack, I am headed for prison!

You keep your head, I'll see what I can do.

Why didn't you tell me that Holland was running Homicide?

Does he know about us? No.

But if he does?

That makes things more difficult.

Well, that's great, isn't it?

He sent you to Brighton when the raid happened!

I mean, that's a clue, isn't it? He got rid of you, Jack!

There was a murder!

A murder outweighs a bloody piddling little raid.

I would not read anything into it, honestly.

Listen, Peggy, you gotta trust me.

I will do what I can when I can, but you're in the system, baby,

and right now it means it's out of my hands.

Well, if I am out of your hands, Jack, then I'm lost!

Listen to me.

I'm sorry, but Holland's a mad Catholic on a crusade.

He's raided several doctors this month.

Oh, come on, Jack!

Both you and I know the top-end doctors are still operating!

How come they're exempt? Don't waste time thinking about it!

Oh, well, that is all I've got, Jack - time to think!

Time to work out what's gone wrong.

I can't see you for a while, Peg, OK?

I thought that you promised that you would help me, Jack.

I'll see what I can do.

I need better assurance than that, Jack!

Shh. Shh.

I'll see what I can do.

Frank, I'd like to review some of the evidence

connected with that raid on Troup.

Not the classifieds, the third page.

No, the whole page.

Oh, oh, OK.

Oh, well, maybe something a wee bit smaller.

OK. $200?! No, no, that's fine.

We don't have 200. Shut it.

No, no, that's fine. I'll be in tomorrow. Thank you.

Why do we need an ad?

Women going to see doctors for help have been arrested.

Why? Did they do something wrong?

No.

Darling, when girls mature,

they have a sex life, and sometimes get pregnant,

and sometimes there's a reason why they can't have their baby

and their pregnancy is terminated.

And the police don't like that?

Well, they have to obey the law, my darling.

Gentlemen, gentlemen. Hey.

Some shit coming down from upstairs.

I saw Dr Wainer's ad. Good on him!

Dr Wainer would be interested in hearing...

Not so much as...

I've thought about the ad Dr Wainer placed in yesterday's paper.

About this ad? 18 people called.

Nurses, sympathetic doctors, women, a nutter,

and a woman with an accent arrested wants to talk.

Very insistent. Alright.

Mmm. It's good. Go on.

The police make me lie on the bed, open the leg, take photo.

What else did they do, Maria? They interview me.

The man who take the money, he ask me a lot of question.

I no like the way he look at me. Sorry, go back. What money?

Corrompere. 'Corrompere' - what's that?

Secret money.

Money in envelope to get things done, to fix things.

What - do you mean like a bribe?

Well, what for? The clinic was raided.

Sorry, what exactly did you see?

The boss lady, she give this man a magazine.

He open, and inside is envelope. He puts in pocket.

But did you see the money?

No, ma is corrompere, believe me.

He leave. I wait maybe one hour, and then bang, bang, bang, police!

He is one of them.

Do you remember what he looked like?

Um, red face.

How you say - 'ginger'. Ginger hair!

If you're looking for Dr Troup, he's in the country hiding from the press.

It's you I want to see, actually.

Come in.

Nice place. Drink?

Scotch, thanks.

Ice? I'm a Scot.

Did you ever consider how your ad would affect our case, Dr Wainer?

Well, it was intended to support you. I'm on your side.

Are you? Cheers.

We need to talk about the police. Do we?

Mmm.

The police, the clinic, and money.

Money you handed over in an envelope.

Ginger-haired cop, red face. What his name again?

Now, you're a logical man, Dr Wainer,

so just think about what you're suggesting...

that I handed money to a cop just before a raid.

So, I paid to be arrested, humiliated,

and cause the doctor to lose his licence?

No, I don't believe you paid to have the clinic raided.

So, the money must have been for protection,

but you weren't protected, were you?

So, right now you might be feeling confused, betrayed.

You might need to talk it over with a friend.

Trust me, Peggy.

I'm here to help you. I am.

Look, you're safe. We are not, Doctor. Just leave this.

Is the graft systematic? Or was that just one opportunistic officer.

If you don't mind, Doctor, I'm exhausted.

Are there other doctors in the game?

I mean, other doctors I could talk to!

We don't want the same thing.

I think we do.

You should have seen her face, Pugh. I mean, she basically admitted it.

Yeah, but everything you've told me is hearsay. I can't print hearsay.

So, we'll get evidence. How?

Well, you know the detectives down at Homicide.

Why don't you go for a drink with them?

I can go and drink with them, but do you think they'd talk about this?

Especially not to a reporter.

Look, we got some photos on file.

Maybe your witness can take a look and see if she can identify someone.

That's good.

But to prove a racket, we need evidence that it's widespread.

How are we gonna do that? Women.

Eh?

Well, why don't we rope Jo in? What do you think?

Jo's her own man. No, Bert, she's sleeping!

What... Bert!

What do you want? We need you to do something.

At 2am? Don't give me that look.

It's his idea.

We need you to help us find out which doctors are performing abortions.

Well, how? What - pretend I'm pregnant or something?

Yeah, and you can't have the baby.

But that would be lying to the doctors.

In the interests of bringing about change.

So, what - underhand trickery?

Yeah. Are you up for it?

Yeah. I can get some names and addresses from the lobby group.

Bert! Don't you have your own bed to go to?

Right! Sorry. No, that's alright.

Sincerest apologies. No problem.

Night, Jo. Goodnight.

Goodnight, Bert. Bye.

Why don't they just go on the pill? Simple.

No, it's not that easy to get.

Then there's religion, guilt, sex, desire, libido.

It's not simple. It's a whole complicated package.

Oh! I got you those, um... the photos to show your witness.

Good man!

Ah! Him. He take the magazine.

Yeah, he take the envelope, leave, come back with police and arrest me.

How's the pregnancy, then? Alright?

Ah, we accept what must be, no?

You don't have a choice! Give us the money now!

Scotch. No water, no ice.

Oh, a little something for me? Oh, thank you, gorgeous.

Ta.

- Place your bets! - 16!

No more bets.

I'd leave if I were you. My usual, thanks.

You lied to me.

'Oh, I don't know any ginger-haired cop.'

Still, I understand your difficult situation now.

You're the go-between. It's not how it looks.

Oh, really?

I follow a police officer to the house of a well-known abortionist

and I find you there, then you leave with that cop and come here.

What am I to think?

Ford - your lover, your handler, and your arresting officer.

I mean, usually I can read a man,

but I didn't pick Ford running a protection racket,

and you the lynchpin.

You may think you know what's going on, but you've got no idea.

The question still remains.

If you were buying protection, why the raid?

You should go.

You are in the shitter, darling!

You're facing prison,

and you're still working with the man that's gonna put you there.

The case has been delayed. For how long? Indefinitely?

Or is it an empty promise to keep you in line?

What do you want from me?

I want your help.

A financial exchange between doctors and police. It has to stop.

You think I have the power to control that?

I control nothing, do you understand that? Nothing.

This is a list of doctors that perform abortions.

Apparently they trust you.

Excuse me, sir. Members only. You'll have to leave now.

Sure. I need you to arrange a meeting. Call them!

Up until now, individually,

each of you have shared a secret with the police.

Now you share it with each other, your police contacts, and me.

What do you want? Stop paying off the police.

And end up like our friend Troup?

No! Troup was paying.

Present a united front. They can't arrest you all.

It'd be a public relations war the police would lose.

Since when do abortion doctors have PR?

The police on the other hand, of course, they're heroes.

He's out to publicise his own cause.

That's your cause, isn't it?

We've all seen the work of backyarders.

Now, I'm a gynaecologist. I've seen the worst of it.

I just couldn't let that happen any more.

I paid protection for 14 years to some very senior police officers.

It seemed a practical, if expensive solution.

Now I'm facing prison.

As I am.

I'm going to court for aborting a suicidal girl,

and yet they still come to me for money.

There are factions in Homicide.

Now, I'm aware that some of you may feel safer than others

because you believe your contacts are in power,

but something has shifted.

None of you are safe.

You see, if we stop paying, we are raided.

We are charged, we are ruined. Try it.

You're not the one, old man, with your neck in the guillotine.

No, I'm not.

Sorry.

Look, you need to know.

I'm not the only one interested in your activities.

I tracked you down with the help of a journalist...

Oh, nice!

Well, it's not nice that women die at the hands of backyarders,

and it's not nice that police take advantage

of doctors willing to offer an alternative,

and I am definitely not nice,

but journos, who knows how low they'll stoop?

I'm having to hold him back.

Are you saying if we don't cooperate, we'll be named?

Oh, he doesn't have a shred of evidence.

You don't know what I've got. You saw my ad.

You'd be surprised how many women came forward.

Alright. How do you suggest we go about this?

Simple. You phone your contacts and you tell them no more payments.

You defend from the rear, I'll attack from the front.

And you really think they can be trusted?

Absolutely. 100%. They were united.

Well, it was tough at first, but you know, it's in their interest.

Hey, here's to us - the Untouchables.

The Untouchables.

What did he say - he's gonna name the lot of you?

No. No, don't. We'll deal with the problem.

I see, and who organised the meeting?

Thank you.

Hello?

Peggy? Peggy!

Peggy?

Oh, Jesus.

The doctors called their police contacts.

Give me your chin. Ow!

Easy.

You wanna tell me what happened?

Jack asked me if I wanted to see the doctors in prison. I said no.

He said I did a very stupid thing,

and then he started in with the punches.

Afterwards he gave me that to drink.

Could just be aspirin.

Or not. I'm gonna get it tested.

He's crossed a line here, Peggy. Now it's up to you.

Say no to everything.

I'm scared, Bert.

Oh, well, then the beating worked.

You're a strong, smart woman, Peggy. You're better than this.

I have a son to think of.

We can't let them defeat us.

Us?

My stepfather beat my mother. Oh, he was a drunk.

But she'd cover up the bruises and make excuses.

Then one day I told him if he ever touched her again, I'd kill him.

He stopped?

No. He booted me out.

I was 16 and living on the streets of Glasgow.

You've been taking him on ever since.

Oh, you're an amateur psychiatrist now, are you?

Shush, and let me clean you up. Just under here.

Hello. It's Dr Bertram Wainer here. I submitted a sample for testing.

Uh, poisons. Can I get the results, please?

Hello? Peggy, it's Bert here.

I just spoke to the lab.

They say they have no record of ever having received a sample,

but I took it there myself, I signed for it.

Could you have been followed?

My phone is tapped. Or mine is.

No, I can't betray him like this.

He tried to bloody kill you!

Now, when the phone rings, press these two buttons together...

then pick it up.

Turn it off after you put the receiver down.

Look, if they find out that I'm taping them, they'll kill me.

No, it's quite the reverse. This is your insurance!

This gives you something to negotiate with.

Trust me, Peggy.

- Hello. - You let me down.

Jack, look, the doctors are concerned

that if they pay you and your cronies protection,

the other faction will raid them.

They can't afford to pay everyone.

Is that right? Well, I want to see you. The usual place - now.

Good!

That's right - Bane. Yeah, 450.

Now, come on, mate, don't muck me around.

I'm good for it. You'll get it.

God, you look gorgeous.

Oh! Baby, did I do that to you?

Oh. I'm sorry.

Wainer's not gonna give up, Jack. Really?

Well, you know what they say about Bertram.

He's on a crusade, and crusades, they don't last that long,

so you stay away from him, you'll be right.

Will I? Yeah.

What was it you put in my drink? What drink?

You know what drink.

Don't know what you're talking about. Come on, have a bit of fizz.

What are you celebrating?

Holland's been moved.

He sure has. They made you head of Homicide?

You beauty!

Hello. It's me.

Look, I just got a call from one of Troup's patients.

Oh, Christ. What's the problem?

She was forced to go to some butcher.

Could be the guy who killed your Bonnie.

Things went wrong, very wrong.

Promise me that you'll take this to Ford if the man checks out?

Sure, as soon as I find out what and who it is we're dealing with.

Now, look, she couldn't remember his name,

so it may not be the man you're looking for,

but if he is, just keep control of yourself.

You can't give me information then tell me how to use it.

You use that wisely and tell Ford.

OK. Go!

Three weeks? No problemo. Bring your wife in, I'll take a look-see.

Oh, it's my girlfriend. My wife doesn't know.

That's a good thing. Have you got qualifications?

About 3,000 terminations.

All successful?

How'd you get my address?

Oh, you know. Friend of a friend.

I usually meet people elsewhere.

Yeah, well, can't be too careful in your line of work, I imagine.

No.

How much?

200.

Jeez! I'll struggle to get that together before tomorrow.

Tomorrow, 6pm. Cash.

Right. Um, there'll be no-one else here, right?

Just you and your girl.

You've got advance warning of the crime

and you refuse to give me the details.

I want the man caught.

I'm assuming it isn't a doctor.

Listen, I don't make the law.

No, but you keep it to your own advantage.

That's a very dangerous accusation.

I could arrest you for that.

If I were arrested, I'd go to court,

and then I'd have to explain why I said that.

Mmm.

Every year I investigate the deaths, the ugly deaths,

of women at the hands of backyarders.

These people are scum. They've got no idea what they're doing.

So you say, and so I'm here.

I'm sorry.

I am sorry you can't find your way to trust me,

because what I do is maintain a safe environment...

as safe as I possibly can.

You should kiss my arse!

I'll kiss your hairy arse when you deserve it.

6pm. I'll call you.

Who gave you the information? Doesn't matter.

Peggy Berman. She's unstable. Got mental problems.

Leave her alone.

Don't forget, keep him talking, yeah?

You're nervous, you need more time. You're having second thoughts.

Observe everything.

Any calls he makes or takes, everything he says.

Right. Turn the tape recorder on now.

Now, leave it on.

If he manhandles you, you knee him in the nuts and run.

I'll handle it my way.

Jo, this is no time to be a lady. If he touches you, go for his balls!

OK.

You're next.

My boyfriend was told that no-one else would be here.

Life is full of little surprises.

She wants to get rid of hers, just like you. Come on.

Underwear off.

Up, up.

Hurry up!

Right, come on! He's down at the docks at a warehouse off Lyon Avenue.

What's that?

Pull your finger out.

Come on.

Your turn.

I just feel a bit sick. I just need a minute, please.

Soon fix that. Come on. Nothing to be afraid of, is there, love?

Are you alright?

Yep. Yep.

Barry, dogs are off.

We gotta go.

Hey, you! Smith!

Where is she?

Fuck off.

Bert!

Bert, help!

You killed a young lass. Do you know that?

Your dirty, filthy instruments punctured her...

It was an accident! It was murder, you swanky bastard!

Bert! Bert, she's bleeding!

I'll get you. I know who you are.

You're dead. You're dead!

Are you alright? The police are on their way.

You get her to a hospital!

He went that way!

Take two of them straight down there! Another one right up there!

You right there? Need your heart pills.

Someone from Homicide tipped 'em off.

Oh, that's not possible. No?

I called you. Ten seconds later, Smith's out of there.

Smith? Barry Smith?

You're a clown, Wainer. Why the bloody hell didn't you tell me?

'Cause I had concerns he'd be tipped off!

Homicide doesn't tell scum like that. We lock 'em up.

Like you said, it's all illegal, but you're the ones setting the example,

so maybe some junior cop wants his cut,

doesn't care where it comes from.

You vouch for him...

You stay out of police business.

Does your boyfriend deal with backyarders?

Jack? Never. He hates 'em.

Smith was tipped off.

Well, not by Jack.

Who's this?

Matthews. They call him the Anaconda.

Why? He likes to squeeze his victims to death?

No, 'cause he's a very dangerous man.

He's a law unto himself. I wouldn't pursue it if I were you.

Now, these allegations of a racket - any truth in them?

Well, in Homicide, no.

Reilly called me. The Premier's upset.

He reminded me that the DLP has the Catholic vote.

The Government need their support.

Wainer, he's just a crackpot crusader.

Yeah, well, maybe, but he's creating a lot of trouble.

We've heard he's to appear on television tomorrow.

Now, there's a situation here and it's on your turf. Fix it.

Hello?

Have you been talking to Wainer?

About what?

About dealings.

What kind of dealings are you getting at?

That's a strange question coming from you.

Well, we have very personal sex dealings, I'm sure he's onto that,

and then there's the so-called protection dealings.

What have you told him?

What about my criminal charges? Where are they at?

What's he planning to reveal on that TV show?

Yes or no would do, Jack. Has my court case been dropped?

You know that's out of my hands. And Wainer's out of mine.

Peg, Bertram trainer is a very troubled man.

His health is bad. Don't go near him.

Oh, that's your professional advice, is it, Jack?

It's personal. Personal as you can get.

Oh, shit.

Right.

What are the sick bastards up to?

If it was just stupidity, I wouldn't mind,

but she's playing you, Jack.

She needs to be dealt with.

Shut her up, or I will.

There's something wrong with your phone, Peggy. I heard a click.

I heard noises too. Did you?

Do you think I'm being tapped?

What happened to us, Jack? We used to trust each other.

Where is it? Where is what?

The device.

Here. There's your device. Why don't you take it, read it?

You might learn something, Jack.

I love you, Peg, but if you hurt me, I'll hurt you.

I will do whatever is necessary to stop you.

Don't make me hurt you.

Bert, Pugh wants to meet you at the flat.

Hmm? He says he's with a cop.

Right. Alright.

I entered the force because I believe in the law.

There are plenty of coppers like me, fed up with the corruption.

So, we put something together for you.

These names are of officers known to be on the take.

Holy shit!

Go wait in the bedroom.

Who are you and what do you want?

Joe Marinkovic. I'm a friend. Open the door, It's urgent!

Get out!

Dr Wainer? That's right.

You don't know me, but I want you to listen good.

There's a hit out on you. Is that right?

How much am I worth? 5,000.

Is that all? It's enough to buy your death.

You know how to use a gun?

I was a colonel in the army, so, yes.

Shotgun. Two-for-one shot. Can't miss.

Look at this beautiful German gun.

Woolfe. Excellent German engineering.

You were in the army, huh?

British officer's gun. That's an Enfield.

You buy one, then it's legit.

But if I carry one of these,

the police have every reason to fire at me.

Dad?

Go to bed! There's a man in my bedroom.

Oh, it's a dream, Felice.

That's all it is. It's... it's a dream.

Go to bed. I'll be there in a minute, OK?

Nightmares, you see? That's why I don't want guns around the house.

I don't want anyone getting hurt.

You buy the gun or I will.

You don't know the first thing about bloody guns!

If there's gonna be any guns, they're gonna be mine.

I'll take the Enfield.

Thanks, Joe. Tell your friends I appreciate it.

Make sure you get a shooter's licence.

Dad, please! You said I could come to the TV station...

Felice, don't make me tell you again, darling. Come on, times have changed.

Out you get. Go, go, go. What are you doing with a gun?

Don't ask. Come on! Sorry, Barbara. Crazy day.

Yeah. See ya.

Better run. You alright?

Yeah. You're sweating. You got a hanky or something?

In the right pocket. Yeah, I'm OK.

Dr Wainer.

Paul! Nice to meet you. This way, please.

OK. Give 'em hell, Bert.

Hey. Hey.

A law which turns thousands of ordinary Australians a year

into criminals, causes immense misery, it's not practical.

It needs to be changed.

Even the police recognise the stupidity of the law.

They've no desire to enforce it, and some of them make money from it...

substantial amounts of money.

And you have evidence of this?

Yes. I've been working with a team collecting it.

In the field of abortions.

Well, in every field. It's franchised.

Drug squad franchises selling of heroin,

Gambling have their hands in the bookies' pockets,

the breaker squad franchise hold-ups,

and Homicide, well, what have they got to franchise?

Abortion.

Homicide give the green light

to certain respected doctors to perform abortions,

and for that, they demand money.

I assume you've evidence to back up these allegations.

Yes, and we're intending to present it

to the relevant authorities in the near future.

And who would they be?

Well, the Minister for Justice, of course.

OK. Now, I'm sorry, Hattie.

What you've seen on TV has misled you.

I don't perform abortions.

I was raped! I know.

By the man that I worked for!

He kept me back. He pushed me on the ground. He forced his way...

I can't have it.

I won't have it, and if you won't do it, I'll do it myself.

Doctors are jumpy. Publicity's made them nervous.

I couldn't find anyone to take her. What about interstate?

Mmm, she's got no money.

I'm broke. God knows how Barbara's getting on.

Mum's got a new job at the gym, and a new boyfriend.

Has she?

Yeah, um, he wants her to marry him.

Well, thanks for the update.

What happened between you and your wife?

She's a good woman, I'm a selfish bastard. We got divorced.

Apparently I'm not domestic enough.

Too much wild Highlander.

Dad, I think it's a patient. She said she's bleeding.

- That's enough! Enough! - Out of here! Let's go!

Leave it! Come on!

Arggh! Arggh!

Arggh!

I gotta go. I can't wait any longer.

Guys, we're gonna go.

Tell your dad to give me a call in the morning at work, alright?

Alright. See you later. Bye! Coming?

No, I think I'll stay. Alright.

OK.

Holy shit!

Jo! Jo, get an ambulance, quick!

Stay!

Bert?

You need to know he has a heart problem.

Come on.

Oh, they were terrible aims. Look - see where they got me here?

Look - between the 11th and the 12th rib? You see that?

But if you want to kill someone... Give me your hand.

Turn it into an evil steel blade, a knife.

Where would you go to kill me?

Up here between the fourth and the fifth ribs

would've killed me straight away, and I'll be dead in three seconds...

Dad, they're talking about you on the telly.

The Deputy Premier and Minister for Justice Sir Arthur Rylah

today responded to allegations of corruption in the Homicide Division

of the Victoria Police Force.

Dr Wainer is a grandstander

hoping to further his own aims in the area of abortion.

There is no police corruption, and no need for an inquiry.

I will not be receiving his so-called evidence.

Well, won't he accept it, at least? It's his job to accept it.

Was unveiled today... Turn it off.

Just turn it off!

Relations only. I have a message for Dr Wainer.

From the Anaconda.

Thank you.

Ford sends his sympathy.

Sympathy? I don't want his sympathy. I want him to catch my assailants.

And some news.

Barry Smith was found floating in the port.

Executed? They executed him?

I'm just the messenger. Well, what does that mean?

Is it an appeasement or a warning?

Well, either way, they can go to hell.

You can tell them that.

Dr Davidson's abortion charges have been dropped.

On what grounds?

Well, Menhennitt was the judge,

and he said that abortion was justified is the continued pregnancy

risked the mental or physical health of the woman.

Well, this changes everything. I know.

Doesn't it?

Dr Wainer... Hattie, how are you?

I'm fine.

Listen, the law's been reinterpreted, but we need to test it in court,

but if I was able to organise a termination for you,

it would be public.

The press, everyone would have to know.

The police would ask you questions.

Can you do it?

Hattie, count backwards from ten, love.

Ten, nine, eight, seven...

Thank you.

You know, no matter how many shrinks you wheel in here, still illegal.

Is it, though?

Yeah, rape or no rape.

Well, you or your prosecutor might want to look up

Mr Justice Menhennitt's recent ruling on lawful justification,

the bit where he mentions

the physical or mental condition of the woman concerned.

Still, if you feel you need to charge me,

the court case will give me a chance

to air certain relevant information about certain police

that the public should know.

Outbluff him. Give him what he wants - charge him.

- Well, that could be dangerous... - Look, I don't care about that.

The Premier's worried if we don't respond, we'll lose the Catholics.

What's he got? I'm not sure.

Find out.

Roll on everything, John. Get the whole room.

What's the purpose of this invasion? Any comments, detectives?

John!

Detective Ford, am I being charged? Get it here, John.

Am I being charged?

What you're seeing here

is a police raid on abortion campaigner Dr Bertram Wainer.

That belongs to me.

That book is mine. That's private property. John?

The police have taken a notebook that looks like this.

It contains the names and activities of corrupt police in every division.

They'll be relieved to know that

should they lose the one they've got, I have copies.

I have several copies secreted in places around the country.

Just shoot everything. Get everything, everything.

What's this over here? Get the files, get that.

Only one of us wears a bulletproof vest.

Remember that.

You look beautiful! Fantastic!

Come on, you lot. Any time this year'll be just fine.

Come on, kids!

Let's have one more shot.

Oh, it's magic. It's magic.

Jo! Get the kids out of here! Take 'em in your car!

- Come on! Come on! - Get in the car!

Hey! Hey!

Get into the car. Stay low!

Holy shit!

Jo! Take the kids to Barbara's! Yeah? I'll call you there!

Jesus!

Gotcha.

Lionel?

Jo! You hurt me!

Well, of course I bloody hurt you! I thought you were an intruder.

What are you doing here? I was afraid!

Of what?

Someone's followed me home from the beach.

All the way? Yes!

To Barbara's? I don't know!

Then when I got home, there was someone in the house.

The electricity was off and there was a man in the house,

I could feel him!

I just ran. I had to get out of there.

I wanted to be somewhere safe.

And you came here?

I am not fearless like you, Bert.

Oh, darling, I'm sorry.

You poor bugger, you didn't know what you were taking on

when you got mixed up in this.

You should walk away. Do you want me out?

No, I... I'm just saying distance yourself.

Work from the side.

It's dangerous to be with me.

I want to be with you.

Oh, no, this is a bad idea. I have another bad one.

Oh, Jo.

I care about you... I care about you!

But this can't be.

I've seen the way you look at me. Shh!

Please?

Don't say any more.

See you. Goodnight.

You alright? Yeah, I'm fine.

You wanna stay here? No, I'm gonna check on the kids.

OK.

What happened? You OK? Yeah.

That's my family! Barbara! Barbara!

You alright? Yeah, yeah.

Oh, my little man. Little man, are you alright?

Are you good? Come here. Come here. Where's Felice?

What? Oh, my God. Where's Felice?

Felice! Felice!

No, no! Wait, wait, wait!

You're not going in there!

Felice! Oh, my God!

Felice!

Bert, you're gonna kill yourself!

My daughter's in there! Felice!

Felice! Felice!

She's still in there. Get off! My daughter's still in there!

Oh! Felice!

Felice! Dad!

Oh! Oh!

Oh, my God! Are you OK?

Are you alright? Oh, God.

Hey, little man. What happened?

I have no idea. I woke up choking 'cause the room was full of smoke.

When I went into the hall, I saw the flames.

Arson. You have got to give this up.

They're not gonna let you win.

Is your campaign really worth this? Our kids' lives are at risk.

I'll get you somewhere new. It'll be like a fortress, I promise you.

With what money?! I mean, look at this - we've got nothing, nothing!

Just bring the kids back to my flat, we'll have a rest...

Oh, no way! I want my family safe, and you are making it impossible!

You are a danger to us! Just stay away!

Please!

Hold on!

Who organised it?!

Someone set fire to Barbara's house! Who organised it?!

Ford? Matthews?

You think they'll tell me? They haven't trusted me in months.

I don't believe you.

I think you've been lying to me from the very start.

How dare you? How fucking dare you?

I risked my life to help you!

I warned you you were dealing with ruthless men.

They'll kill you and feel good about it.

They burned your house down, for God's sake!

I'm sorry, but now do you understand what you're dealing with?

Yeah, I do.

The kids OK?

The kids are alive, so's Barbara,

but it could have been lethal.

Never be able to prove it.

I'll talk to the neighbours. Someone must have seen something.

Forget it. Whoever did this is a crim who's no longer going to jail.

Jesus Christ, what kind of justice system is this?

Come on. They threatened me as well. My phone rings all night.

My house was burgled.

Oh, last night I dreamt that

this spider had bit me on the breast, and then...

Well, when I woke up this morning, I...

I found a lump.

Where? Here, and under there.

Come here.

This is something there. I'll write you a referral tomorrow.

You should get all the tests done. Bert?

Cops are dirty. The people they mix with are dirty.

Soon, you'll become dirty.

Just walk away, Bert.

The kids deserve a father.

Hi. Hello.

Hey, about last night...

Oh, it was a lifetime ago. It's all forgotten, OK?

Something going on between you two?

What? No.

What have you got?

The car. I traced it.

It belongs to the brother of a cop. Really?

I'll leave you two to be private dicks, then.

Jo? Jo!

Is there something going on between you and Jo?

No.

This morning she said she's moving into another bedroom.

Yeah, well, we're all edgy.

There's gonna be an investigation into the fire,

so you give me the photos, I'll take 'em to the police.

That's a great idea. What do you think the police are gonna do, huh?

Bury it! Back their own!

I got contacts who are spilling their guts.

I'm gonna expose the web of deceit, the mendacity,

that is in every single division of the police force.

Yeah, but we can't take on the whole force. We'd need an army.

Well, we can't separate the squads. It's all of them!

They cross from one division to the other,

from Homicide to Breakers to Vice, even to goddamn Traffic!

And they take the rot with them.

Pugh, you've got to pick your fights.

Mine's getting the abortion law changed.

Yeah, that's just a small part of the problem.

The rot, it goes right to the top.

There are white ants in every field.

War, politics, and it's leading to the destruction of democracy.

Well, you do what you must, as I will.

What is going on here? Until today we wanted the same thing.

I've got to do another test case.

If I get through that, I'm not arrested,

I'll help you with the white ants, OK?

Cancer.

You can beat cancer.

I'm tired of fighting, Bert.

I just want to lie down and rest.

I need you alive.

Felice, you stay by the car!

Abortion is homicide.

Dr Wainer?

Dr Wainer, my husband, he's very sick.

He's not able to work, and I've been working now.

We've got five children. We can't cope with another one.

Well, just come and see me inside.

Murderer! Baby killer! He is not!

Felice! Just inside. Excuse me! Inside.

Now, you have a right to your conscience,

but you don't have a right to force it on others!

Come inside. Come inside. It's alright.

It's alright. Come with me. Shame on you!

Robbie? Fruitcake from Maggie.

Oh!

She says keep up the good fight.

Can you give her my thanks?

I'm so sorry.

You're not, are you, a baby killer?

Oh, Felice.

Darling, life is precious,

but we respect people's efforts to live their lives with joy,

and every baby should be a wanted baby, don't you think?

Go on. Come inside.

Oh, shit! She's haemorrhaging!

Pack! Blood pressure's dropping.

Heart rate's up.

Syntocinon, quick.

What's taking so long?

Bill, sometimes these procedures take a while, alright?

I'm sure she's fine.

I'm sorry, Bert, I... Just do your best.

You can come and see your wife now. She's stopped haemorrhaging.

Dad?

What's happened?

I performed another abortion.

Good!

Is it?

Come here.

Take a look. Look at it.

Now, you tell me how good it is.

Why'd you do that?

It's the lesser of two evils, Felice, but that's all it is.

Do you understand?

Good.

Well done, Bert. Found yourself another rape victim, have you?

No, it's an older woman. Her physical health was threatened.

All this pretext about looking out for women.

You're looking out for yourself.

These efforts to make things better, no-one's doing anything for them.

The doctors have stopped aborting.

Hip pocket hurting, is it, Detective?

Here.

It's not a pay-off. It's my legal statement.

Just because we covered you last time...

'Covered'?! You didn't cover me! The law covered me!

We are the law. Detective Superintendent Matthews.

Did you really think a fire would stop me?

Yeah, I know the bloke.

Yeah, I'll give you a ring. Alright. Bye.

Don't wait up.

Goodnight.

Dr Wainer.

Peter. I'm here on AMA business.

Come through.

What's this about?

This is a summons to appear before the board.

Er, on what charge?

They don't like your constant politicking in the media.

If you continue, you'll be expelled.

Well, I won't put them in the position of having to expel me.

I'll quit.

Lionel... Lionel's dead.

Right, Kev. Body's on the way.

Do you know who did it?

Oi.

Dr Wainer, do you recognise this?

Yeah, that's mine.

That's the gun Mr Pugh used.

Well, what was he doing with my gun? Well, why don't you tell us?

Well, maybe he thought he was in danger.

Well, maybe he was - in danger of losing a young girl.

Oh, that's a bullshit accusation to cover a murder!

He was murdered and you know why!

You're not the only bloke with a notebook.

Lionel Pugh's diary made for very interesting reading.

Isn't that so, Miss?

But there was a phone call last night, about some meeting.

He had something on that drug story.

I mean, maybe he used it to protect himself.

Or maybe he used it for something else. This is a suicide.

Where's the blood? There's not much, as it happens.

He's been killed elsewhere and dumped here.

There's tyre tracks over there - look!

Yeah, they're ours. Yeah, I got some work to do.

His family deserve a thorough investigation!

Which is what they're gonna get.

And I wanna be at the autopsy.

You'd be my guest. You put him there.

The pathologist insisted he could've done it himself.

What's the truth?

I don't know.

I have to believe he gave his life seeking the truth,

and we should honour him for that.

No-one knows when they're gonna die, Jo.

Best to live well.

Oh, no, no, no, Mrs T, that's alright. No, really.

Oh, thank you, Doctor. I'll see you next week, yeah?

Where's Janet?

I couldn't pay her.

They're repossessing your Daimler.

Oh, shit! Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

Bugger!

Oh, well. It's only a machine.

I shouldn't be encouraging you, but I've come across Barry Smith.

He's dead.

One of the instructors where I work is an ex-cop,

and he told me a man called Barry

has been mouthing off about you at some men's club.

He didn't sound very dead to me.

Hey, Barry. I thought you were dead, like Bonnie. Get in.

Wainer! You prick. I've been wanting to have a chat with you.

Whatever it is, Bert, I'm not up to it.

This is Barry Smith. The dead Barry Smith.

Why don't you tell Peggy about your intimate relationship with Homicide?

Yeah, yeah, well, I needed to change my line of work,

so I started my scraping business.

Matthews helped me out. Tell her the deal.

There was a regular fee, but when things went wrong,

you had to pay a fine.

Thousands! Matthews, Jacobson, Ford?

I don't believe you. No, not Jack.

Yes!

Did you actually put the money in his hand?

Did you ever see Jack take the money?

No. I don't think Jack knew.

Ask yourself, Peggy, did Ford tell you what you wanted to hear?

Did he?

Look, I paid up for six years, and then those cops nubbled me, OK?

I've been inside. It's no hotel.

Listen, Barry wants to help, but he won't believed if you don't speak up.

I'm not well, Bert.

I know. You're sick.

You could die. So, what's your life been for?

I need more than that man's story. I need proof.

It's me. Yeah, I'm glad you find that funny.

Listen. Listen! I wanna set up shop again.

Hmm. No, no, not a milk bar.

I just want a yes or a no, and I want some guarantees.

Not like last time when you somersaulted and stitched me up...

Wait. Wait a minute.

I did what I could for you last time

It was Wainer that kicked up a stink.

Wainer? So, it was Wainer who got me time, was it, huh?

So, listen, if it was Wainer's fault, mate, what' s changed?

Well, he's got a heart condition.

You know, too much heart, not enough brains.

Find yourself a nice place this time. NO more shit boxes, eh?

And get someone smart to run the joint.

It's been too long, Peg.

You're looking good.

So, you've, er...

You've had an offer, have you, to se up shop again?

There's a problem. Operator's not a doctor.

Does he know what he's doing?

Well, he's pretty good for a dead man.

Barry Smith. What do you think?

I don't like it.

But there's no-one else, is there?

Your mate Wainer, he's effectively shut all the doctor's down.

Oh, come on, Peg, don't give me that look.

You gotta make a buck, I gotta make a buck.

It's what makes the world go around.

Oh, it's love, Jack! Love makes the world go around.

If you knew how many times I've driven around this block,

just wanting to come in here.

Oh! I'm sick, Jack!

I've got breast cancer.

Put your hat back on.

You've got your green light.

Ford's arrangements? Do they extend to backyarders?

I'm gonna need you to put down a statement.

You've got the tapes. Isn't that enough?

No! We need your story. Something to put the tapes in context.

But I can't do that. My son is doing law. I just...

Peggy, your son will be so proud of you.

You're a bastard. I know.

So, for all those years, they stood over us.

Not just Dr Troup, but they made me deal with other doctors as well.

And it was some time in that I was introduced to Jack Ford.

And from then on, I gave him the money, or Jacobson.

Jack would check on me five times a day,

and, well, eventually... we had an affair, and...

But he was violent and it finished.

Sorry, can we scrub that last bit?

Well, that's up to you, Peggy, if you think it's not relevant.

No, leave it. It's the truth. Leave it.

Over the years, the total amount I paid him

would be well into the hundreds of thousands.

Let's get these statements typed up and to the Minister for Justice.

There's no way he can refuse to accept our evidence this time.

Rylah? What?

You'll get nothing from Rylah. And why is that?

On account of his ex-wife.

Well, what's she got to do with it?

Nothing! It's the way that she died that's the problem.

Homicide hosed that down.

You know that for a fact?

Where there's smoke, there's fire. Ah, I don't believe you.

She was cremated real fast, there was no chance of an inquest.

Couple of months later, he gets hitched to some secretary.

Well, if Rylah's compromised, it's over.

We've worked too hard to risk it.

There must be some other way we can get our evidence looked at.

The Crown Prosecutor, maybe.

No, no, he works closely with the police.

Well, does the Solicitor-General accept evidence?

Yeah.

How was your day, Peg? What's going on?

I got a bit of news for you.

Your mate Wainer, he's gonna present evidence to Parliament.

You know that? Oh, come on, Peg. You tell me what's going on.

They're taking affidavits to Murray. Affidavits.

Well, the Solicitor-General's agreed to see Wainer

and receive information on the abortion racket.

What have you done? It had to stop, Jack.

You bitch.

You cold bitch.

I had to choose. What way?

Between the past and the future.

I trusted you!

I trusted you and you stabbed me in the back.

Well, that's something

we're both gonna have to live with, isn't it, Jack?

You think I'm gonna accept that? You think I won't stop it?

You won't survive this. You're dead.

Mind your heart, Bert.

You really think the politicians are gonna change the law?

I mean, the police force is one thing, mate.

You give 'em scapegoats, they'll love that, but the Church.

You're up against the Church.

They influence the punters. That's all the pollies care about.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna find out.

Listen, the racket was a mess.

I organised it, but I did a lot of good.

You didn't save the Bonnies.

That's what your campaigns for, is it?

Well, maybe, but the world's changing, Inspector Ford.

If it wasn't me, it'd have been someone else.

I thought you were a good cop,

but you didn't have to endorse the system.

You could've stood up against it.

And you're gonna crucify me for that?

Well, I can't let you do that.

You've courage, Jack. I've never doubted it.

You should use it in the right way,

'cause if you shoot me now, it'll have to be in the back.

Oh, Mr Murray!

This briefcase contains all the evidence

we've collected on the abortion racket.

I specifically said that

I would deliver these documents to you and you alone.

Sir Arthur is the Minister for Justice.

I've appointed the Chief of Police to investigate your claim.

Sir Arthur, I'm aware of the personal reason

you have for supporting Homicide, but in the end, what do you owe them?

I'm guessing right now, it would be nothing!

Everything I have done, I've done for the good of this State,

and I will continue to do so.

Right now, copies of these documents

are being given to members of the Opposition,

but I think everyone should see them, don't you?

Jo, is Evan Whitman from The Truth standing next to you?

Good!

Give him a copy, and to The Age, and tell the witnesses to speak to no-one

until we get a proper judicial enquiry, not a police enquiry!

Good.

I'll leave you gentlemen to read the information...

and consider your position, and if you're not satisfied,

I have more things the public might love to know about

about men who think there's one justice system for them

and another for the rest.

You should watch your blood pressure, Sir Arthur.

That's a free piece of advice from a doctor.

Think hard about the kind of enquiry you want.

Both of you.

The Government today decided to conduct a judicial enquiry

into Dr Wainer's allegations of abortion racketeering.

A number of senior Homicide police officers

have been called to give evidence.

In the light of this,

it seems likely that the Government will formalise abortion reform.

And in other news today, industrial action...

Well done, Dad. Thank you!

Oh, Felice. Well done, Dad.

You've been my rock, you know that?

I think I'll go.

Bye.

I couldn't have done it without you.

One day in the future, I know I'll find peace of mind,

and then I'll come knocking on your door to thank you.

Abortion is always a bad thing,

but I think it's worst as it exists just now,

where extortionate rates may be charged,

where girls and doctors go in fear.

I think the long-range plan would be to eliminate the need for abortion.

I think I'm making a lot of people

who are earning a lot of money very unhappy.

I trust and hope that instead of this sort of argument

I'm being presented with today,

we will get to a constructive argument

where all children who are born in Australia

are wanted, loved, and grow up in economic security.

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