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Joanna...

Joanna, did you do it?

Of all the things that can happen to
a person...

...there's few things that could be
worse.

Can you think of any?

There are none.

And the whole world...

...they want to look at someone who
that has happened to.

Everyone just wants to look at you.

Everyone wants to judge you,
stare at you...

...look for clues, so maybe it won't
happen to them.

That's when this began.

Two faces.

Two Joannas.

Justice for Noah!

Jo.

Jo, please.

Jo?

Jo.

Mm?

Go to bed.

Bye.

Bye.

The minister will speak for two minutes.

He'll take four questions,
less if off-topic.

Alistair. Henry McCallum, I was
wondering if you would care to

respond to the article I wrote about
the Minister's recent indiscretions?

I deal with the true press,
not with clicktivists.

LAUGHTER Welcome to the new world.

Would you agree that the party
faithful has a right to be informed

if one of its executive members is
being dishonest?

Henry, I... I'd love to have a chat
with you but this is not my stage.

Just keeping it warm.

Morning, ladies and gents.

Our changes to the welfare system
have improved the lives of...

I'm at the end of my tether, here.

Jo, sweetheart.

You know what today is.

There, there is no way that I can
come home right now.

Well, you could come home if the
house was on fire,

- or if I'd been robbed or murdered.
- I'm sorry.

Can you ring the, the health
visitor? She could pop by...

Er, no, no, it's all right.

I'll be OK.

Oh, God...

God, this makes teaching a classroom
of five-year-olds look like a

walk in the park. I had a lunch
hour alone!

I've got to go, I'm sorry.

All right. OK. Go be important.

OK, are you listening?

We have to stay very, very, very
quietly until they're

ready for us, OK?

Hi.

You, you must be Miss Lyndsay.

Joanna, Joanna Lyndsay, yeah.

- Alistair Robertson.
- Hi.

There's a guy in there, my boss,
he just loves reading stories.

He has to read one once a day at
least or he gets, like,

really cranky.

Are you guys cool if you come in
and he reads a story to you?

Yes.

Yeah? OK, go for it.

They're completely gorgeous.

- How'd we do?
- Good.

Lots of interest.

And performance?

Keep your hands on the lectern.

I thought I did?

They waved about a bit.

Sort of, up, down, touching your tie.

Just hold on.

OK.

Thanks.

So, have you...?

Have you given any thought to my
daughter's situation?

I have.

There's no way of keeping this
out of the press,

so it's about how we manage it.

What has happened to your daughter
could happen to any family.

We have four weeks until the
charges are made public.

A lifetime.

I have a strategy.

There's no covering this up.

But, if we set the agenda, and shape
the story the way we want,

we'll be in a much better position
to manage it.

Families are fragile things.

One wrong move, one bad decision and
all our lives are changed,

like that. HE SNAPS HIS FINGERS

Joanna?

It's OK.

Hello.

You're OK.

Where is he?

It's OK. He's here.

I fell asleep.

He was crying.

Yeah, he does that.

Quite a bit.

OK...

There...

I know.

Come here.

Did you pick up the passports?

Um...

No, it was cold.

I'll get it tomorrow.

Well, it's only a couple of stops on
the bus.

I know.

I'll get it together tomorrow.

- Shh...
- I'm sure you'll be fine.

I know.

I see women out with their babies,
walking around like it's nothing.

I never even saw them before Noah.

Now I look at them like they're
marathon runners.

I just want to yell out at them,
"You're amazing!"

You're amazing.

Hello.

Hi.

Sorry, have you forgotten something?

I... You know, I did.

I actually...

...I totally forgot to get your phone
number.

- Is this really necessary?
- Yes.

"An application to regain full
custody demands substantial

"evidence as to the stability of the
child's home environment."

The mother has all the rights.

The father has none.

I want my daughter to know who I am.

I want to be able to share some part
of her childhood

before it's too late.

Alexandra won't want to give up her
daughter.

Alexandra took her.

She took Chloe from this house and I
can't just go and take her back.

I...

We have to go through this process.

And yes, it may be painful and
Australia is a long way away,

but I can't not do it.

You understand.

Don't you?

Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

As the court appointed
psychiatrist, I ask questions

and you answer them as honestly as
you can, there are no right

and no wrong answers, so relax.

OK.

I'd like you to think back to
when Noah was born.

Can you tell me about that time?

Hm, it's a bit of a blur.

Do you remember it being a happy time?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

A new baby can be overwhelming.

People cope in different ways.

Do you remember those days?

Joanna?

Jane, from mother's group.

Yeah! Er... Hi, how are you?

Great. How are you?

Yeah, great. Good, thank you.

Wow, he's really wrapped up.

Plus a hat.

How many layers have you got him in,
there? Is he not hot?

Oh, he, um...

He feels the cold.

We haven't seen you for a few weeks.

Yeah, I've been busy.

Um, I, I, er...

I better get going.

Bye. Bye.

Hello?

I got your number from Liz.

I know you'll all be here soon.

Chloe's so excited to meet her brother.

- Half-brother.
- Alex?

I'll get to the point.

I don't have enough money to fight
Alistair in the court system.

But I can't lose my daughter.

I won't.

Alex, you took Chloe. Alistair
hasn't seen her in years.

Yes. Yeah, we all know why I left
Scotland.

And I, and I took my daughter
because I'm her mother.

Alex, what do you want?

I thought, now that you've had a baby,

and congratulations on that, by the way,

that you'd understand why I left and
why I had to

take my daughter with me.

I mean, can you imagine having your
child taken from you?

Having to give him up?

I know he's only a baby but trust
me, that bond only gets stronger.

- Where is he from?
- He's Australian.

He's Australian!

- And you're sure that he's not married?
- He's not married.

He isn't married!

No! For God's sake.

He's not married!

He's...

I'm going to his house tomorrow.

I insisted.

Oh, he's wearing my bib!

Yeah.

It's his going-out bib.

Very cute.

Can I get a latte and a turkey
salad, please?

God, I'm eating cake.

Looks nice.

So, news. Booked.

We're going.

Wow, that's wonderful.

Well, 24 hours on a flight with this
one first.

I'm sure you'll get through it. Oh,
and it's summer in Australia!

And you'll have Granny to look after
the baby.

Yeah, well, it's not just a holiday.

Alistair is trying to get Chloe back.

To come and live here? With you?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

And is that what you want?

What?

Well, to become a step-mother to
a teenage girl?

Do I have a choice?

How old is she?

Chloe is 14.

- Oof...
- What?

Just remembering what I was like at 14.

Yeah, well, I'm the dreaded step-mother.

I'm sorry.

Can I, can I get that to go?

I've really got to get back.

You could always come to the
salon if you want?

No, no, no. No, you, you go.

We've got some things to pick up.

He's so adorable.

He's not a puppy.

Oh, God, sorry.

Tired.

I don't think I've had more than two
hours' sleep for weeks.

Really? Doesn't Alistair get up
sometimes?

Mm, he's working.

He needs the sleep. Anyway, I have
the boobs.

But you have to sleep, too.

You know, this is work.

Mm, he earns the money, he wears the
ear plugs.

That doesn't seem fair.

Look, I really have to go.

Bye. Bye.

Say "bye!"

This is the hallway. There's the
piano there,

- I play that all the time.
- OK.

And this...

This is the bedroom.

Mm-hmm.

I...

I only have 25 minutes.

Me too.

Chloe!

Well, the pool was closed,

and we didn't know.

For cleaning.

Alex!

Do you want to get dry?

Let's get dry.

Oh, I forgot...

Can I help?

Uh... No.

I'm all right, thanks.

Are you sure you're OK?

You seem a bit out of sorts.

I'm about to take a new born on a
30-hour flight,

and my back is giving me grief again.

Am I allowed to be slightly ruffled?

Just, stop asking me if I'm OK all
of the time.

OK! Let's skedaddle.

Come here.

Come here. Good boy.

We'll get through it.

See you soon. Safe travels.

Bye, Alistair.

Yes, I was with them the day they left.

Would you say Joanna was looking
forward to her trip to Australia?

Yes.

Relaxed? Happy? In control?

Yes.

The passenger statements we've heard
here today paint a very

different picture, don't they?

Joanna was looking forward to
going to Australia,

nobody looks forward to flying all
that way with a new baby.

Least of all the other passengers.

You see, I find it odd that your
memory of Joanna and Alistair

at this time is so different from
the psychiatrist's report.

How do you account for that?

I'm not a doctor.

I wasn't looking for problems.

Life isn't always easy and having a
new baby

is certainly testing, but Joanna?

She was amazing.

No more questions, my lord.

Shh...

Please, shut up...

Shut up...

Try feeding the poor thing.

Shh...

Please stop.

Oh, no. Please stop.

Please stop.

Al?

Al!

I came as quickly as I could,
are you all right?

I came back from work and they were gone.

I rang the police, the airport, but...

_

Can... Can she just take her?

I don't know. I don't know.

But she's gone.

Jo, I'm sorry.

My m... my marriage... It was over,

it was over long ago, but when you
have a child,

leaving is just...

It's huge.

I fell in love with you,

and that is no lie.

Hi.

Bubs not settling?

No, sorry. I'm sorry.

There's been a number of complaints.

Is there something you can do to
stop him crying?

Passengers are trying to sleep.

Yeah.

Have you got a bottle or something?

Look, I'm not doing this on
purpose, believe me.

Try giving it some scotch.

Was it you, smart-mouth, who made
the complaint?

With nothing to do but sit and read
for the next 12 hours?

Would you like to have a go?

Please... Would you like to take him
and have a go?

If there is anybody, anybody here
who thinks they can help me out,

I would be more than fucking grateful,

you bunch of stuck-up arse wipes!

Jo... Jo!

I have the health visitor's notes
from your postnatal visits here.

A health visitor? No, I don't
remember seeing anybody.

You attended three appointments at
the baby health clinic

at the Royal Infirmary.

Oh, that? Yeah. They, they measured
him and weighed him.

Yeah.

These are copies of the postnatal
screening questions.

Is that your handwriting and
your signature?

Yes.

There's nothing in your responses
which would indicate

the feelings of not coping.

All the other mums looked happy.

I couldn't walk in there
and say "I'm sorry,

"I don't think I'm very good at this."

I thought everyone just ticked the boxes.

So, you would say that you weren't
coping?

I suppose not.

I don't know.

Did you ever have thoughts of
wanting to escape?

SHE SCOFFS Yes!

Yes.

Doesn't everyone?

Could we have some water, please?

Thank you.

Shh, shh...

I'm getting you some water.

Why would somebody complain?

People are so horrible.

I'm sorry. I should have woken up.

I can sleep through anything.

- How's your back?
- Awful.

Shh, shh, shh...

Here.

There you go.

Thank you so much.

Can we also... Can we get this
heated up, please?

- No problem.
- Thank you.

All right.

Now, get some sleep, OK?

OK.

Did you feel that you were
adequately supported?

What do you mean?

Your fiance? Family, neighbours, friends?

I, I didn't know what to do.

I had no-one to show me.

Your mother died when you were...?

Er, 15.

Um, and Alistair's mother, she was
on the other side of the world.

Ancient history.

Shh...

Would you like me to take him for a bit?

Yeah, er...

Thank you so much.

You need a break.

Right, come on, my sweetheart. That's it.

Careful now.

Thank you.

Sorry.

Yes... Shh.

It's all right.

I think he's teething.

I think you're right.

There we go.

There we are.

Ah...

Shh...

Hello.

Welcome to Melbourne.

Is he OK?

He's good.

It's over.

They wanted to wake you for
breakfast but I let you sleep.

- Nicked this for you though.
- Thank you.

Ah, shite...

What is it?

I need a coffee.

I'll get us one.

I forgot how shitty jet lag feels.

You slept almost the whole way.

Jet lag's not caused by lack of sleep.

You know that, right?

Mum!

Yep.

Hi.

How was your day?

What did you do today?

School work, Mum.

Boring, stupid school work.

Your counsellor thinks it's a good idea.

Just stick with it.

None of my friends are there.

OK? No-one else has to do this
in the holidays.

Chlo...

You are on such thin ice at school,

and if you get expelled, if you
are... Listen.

Trust me.

It's going to be really bad
for your life.

There are no other schools in this area.

You'd be lucky to get a job in a shop.

Sometimes you have to do things
you don't want to do, Chloe.

Excuse me?

You know, that's just... That's life.

Yeah, your life.

Yeah, could you not be rude to me,
please?

I'm dealing with a lot at the moment.

I'm not going, Mum.

I don't care if the court tells me
to, I'm not going to live

in horrible Scotland.

They can't make me go...

...can they?

Not if I have anything to do with it.

I was thinking about that day.

The day that they walked in on us in
the apartment.

What?

Why did you take me to your home?

It was such a dangerous thing to do.

I could have... I could have seen
one of Chloe's toys

or Alexandra's clothes or gone in to
the bathroom

and seen that a woman had lived there.

And...?

And you're just thinking about this now?

Yeah.

Can you remember what you were thinking?

Um...

I was thinking I could get away with it.

That's it, well done, Joanna!

That's your baby's head forward, Joanna.

Well done!

Good, good, good!

Well done.

Hey! Hi.

Oh, that looks delicious!

Thanks. Made it myself.

Clever girl!

How are you? Do you want to come in
for a cup of tea?

They're not here. They're going to
go straight to the cottage,

change and unpack before they come here.

Mrs Wilson's?

Are they not staying here?

No. They wanted a place of their
own, you know.

It's their holiday.

Tea?

I'm just going to push off.

I've got a bit of running around
to do this afternoon.

I'm going to come and pick you up later.

Chloe, can you just run inside so I
can have a talk to your nan?

About me?

Not necessarily.

Why can't I stay?

I should be able to hear what
you say about me.

Do as your mum says.

And keep an ear out for the phone in
case your dad calls.

I wish I had that power.

I'm not sure if you're aware that
Alistair wants custody of Chloe.

He's hired lawyers.

I'm sorry if I'm telling you
things you already know.

Sorry. I'll, er...

...get going.

Alex.

He did tell me.

I just think with all the trouble
that she's having at school

- at the moment...
- She's 14.

I was 14 once.

I certainly didn't hit my teachers.

I just think a change would be good
for her.

She's my daughter.

My only child.

I won't hand her to another
woman to be raised.

You know if he wins, she'll be
living in Scotland

and you won't see her any
more than I will.

No bars at all.

Maybe if you see a hill or something.

You know, you'll be more like a big
sister than a step-mum.

To Chloe.

What about Alexandra?

Seriously.

She's had her for long enough, it's
only fair that we get her.

For a while.

You know, the next few years of her
life will be crucial.

I worry about her wasting away in
this back-water.

You grew up in this back-water, it
didn't do you much harm.

It's a little different, my
upbringing and Chloe's,

at the moment, she's being raised
by a single mother who can't hold

down a job, who drinks herself
stupid most nights.

Al, you don't know that.

Well, my lawyer does.

What?

She's made connections with
her neighbours,

her old places of employment.

If we have any chance of getting
Chloe back, we have to prove

Alexandra's an unfit mother.

Yeah, I know, I know.

It's just so cruel.

So's stealing her out of the country
while I was at work.

She's my daughter.

I have to fight for her.

Hello?

Alex.

Hi.

Sorry, the... The front door was
open, so...

They're not here yet.

I'm still cleaning.

Righto.

Anyway, thank you.

Sorry.

Joanna!

- Can we talk to you for a moment?
- Just step back for me, please.

This is an active investigation.

What's that smell?

Eucalyptus burning and smoke.

Is that where we're headed?

Let's see.

And they seem to be burning
against the wind,

travelling in a southeasterly direction.

So, this bush fire is dangerous
and burning out of control.

The CFS are warning there is a risk
to lives and property

and if you're in this area,
you are in danger.

You must act immediately and follow
your bush fire survival plan.

Do not leave or enter the area in a
vehicle or on foot.

It is too late and the roads
will not be safe.

- Take shelter...
- Sounds a fair way off from us, still.

"It's too late," what does that mean?

- That you're going to die?
- No, no. It means it'll be safer to stay

at home rather than risk trying to leave.

Well, is it safe to be driving?

Course.

We'll be fine.

- Hey there!
- Dad!

Hey, can you tell Mum, Nana, that
we're a couple of hours away?

I'll give her a call her when we
get to the cottage.

Yeah, OK.

And I'm really looking forward
to seeing you.

We just saw a fair bit of smoke
here. Is there any there?

We're going to have a rest when we
get to the cottage,

and maybe get something to eat.

I'll give you a buzz when we're
ready to come over, OK?

How's my brother?

He's fabulous! He told me he can't
wait to see you, too.

Ha-ha-ha.

OK.

- I'll see you soon.
- Bye.

Love you, bye.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So, they've landed, but they're
coming over to Nan's

after they've had a nap, so they
won't be here till later tonight.

Can I please stay the night?

Nana said yes.

Sure.

I'll pick you up tomorrow.

Bye.

Ahoy!

Shh!

Found the key, then?

Forgot to get some milk in for you.

Oh, thank you. That's so thoughtful.

And yes, found the key.

I'm Alistair and this is Joanna.

Oh, I know who you are!

I know your mum.

How old's your baby?

Three months and 17 days.

We're, um, we're really exhausted,
Mrs Wilson.

Thank you for the milk.

It's just, it's a bad time for her.

Can I get her anything?

Oh, no. I'll let you know.

Thank you.

Can you tell the court about the day
you were preparing the cottage

for Joanna and Alistair's visit?

I was cleaning and I popped back to
my house to get some cloths

and when I got back, I found
Alexandra inside the cottage.

Did she say what she was doing there?

I assumed she'd come to visit them
but she was there too early.

I never thought about it until later.

When you told the police?

Yes.

They interviewed me quite a few times.

I'll just be a minute.

Sorry. I, um...

I forgot.

Hey.

He sleeping?

Do you need a receipt?

Jo?

Of all the things that can
happen to a person.

There's few things that could be worse.

Can you think of any?

There are none.

And the whole world...

...they want to look at someone who
that has happened to.

Everyone just wants to look at you.

Everyone wants to judge you,
stare at you...

...look for clues, so maybe it won't
happen to them.

- Hi.
- Hi.

It's just me tonight, so I may as
well eat in.

Can I use your loo?

Yeah, sure.

There's police down on Eloura Street.

They just shut it off. Can't get through.

I didn't know it then.

But that's when this began.

Two faces.

Two Joannas.

I was appointed by the crown to
ascertain if Joanna Lyndsey

was of sound mind and therefore
capable of standing trial.

Can you give the jury a summary
of your assessment?

My conclusion is that Joanna Lyndsay
is psychologically capable

of understanding what is happening
to her today.

Her past trauma is severe and undeniable

but I believe that she is of sound mind.

No more questions, my lord.

My face...

...I used to be able to hide behind it.

Then it was like my face became a
magazine,

anyone could thumb through.

Jo?

Jo.

Jo, he's gone!

Call the police!

Our baby's gone! Call the police!

Jo, come on!

Help!

Have you seen anyone holding a baby?

Call the police!

Our baby's gone!

Jo, come on! Look!

Help.

Help!

Help!

Open.

Close.

All done.

Thank you.

I brought the blue dress, too.

Oh, that's good.

You OK?

Mm-hmm.

Five minutes.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Do you think you might cry?

And that was when the freak show began.