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Sally Blakely
was diagnosed a year ago.

Esophageal cancer.
Aggressive.

Just after 7:00 p.m.,

she started looking in a lot
of pain, according to him,

and within 10 minutes,
he´d given her three injections.

-How many?
-Three.

You charge me
with assisted suicide.

They bump it up to manslaughter.

They want a big scalp, do they?

Mr. Blakely, we have a lady here
who claims you deliberately

shut down the investigation
into her daughter´s death.

Do you remember Oriana Vasilich?

This is her mother, Dianne.

Do you know who killed
her daughter?

Uh, who is this Oriana girl,
anyway?

Unsolved case from ´94.
Working girl.

Then got involved
with some very powerful people,

and one day she disappeared.

What are we doing here, Richard?

Arguing for a suspended
sentence, I think, aren´t we?

Put aside who Blakely is
for a moment,

and let´s relook at the facts
and the circumstances.

Neither of us think a man
like Steve Blakely

should end up in jail, do we?

No, but we can´t rort the system

just to get
a particular outcome.

An immediate custodial sentence

in the upper range
of 8 to 10 years

is the minimum
that should be considered.

To hell with fair play!

To hell with teamwork
and natural justice!

I don´t want her
on any of our cases ever again!

What exactly are you telling me,
Mr. Schaeffer?

We´re just trying to locate
Mr. Blakely, Your Honor.

He´s bolted?

I´m issuing a bench warrant

for the immediate arrest
of Steven Blakely.

He left a message
on his computer.

It just says,
"Please forgive me."

Tracey´s got something
she wants you to handle,

but -- but I told her you´d be
taking the rest of the day off.

And doing what, exactly?

Well, I-I don´t know.
What do normal people do?

Do we know if he owned a weapon?

He probably just scarpered.

Leaving behind his wallet
and mobile?

Nothing´s happened.

We just have a man
who didn´t turn up for court.

Which prompted him to leave
an apology note at home.

He just might have
an overdue library book.

For Christ´s sake.

And that´s why you´re
offering me the afternoon off?

Look, if you´re so keen to work,
see Tracey.

Or you could always swap places
with me.

Why?
Where are you going?

You don´t want to know.

Summons from
the attorney general.

To her office?

Yes, I know.
Never happens.

Usually we just communicate
via talkback radio.

Janet, I´ve told Erin to work
with you on the Simpson murder,

just until we find out

whether you need to do any more
on Blakely.

Or not.

Thanks.

Guess I should thank you for
taking the Blakely case from me.

That´s as close as you get
to a supportive response, is it?

It´d be hypocritical of me
to be supportive when I think

you completely misjudged
the sentence recommendations.

If I want your opinion --

No need to ask.
I´m quite happy to volunteer.

Next time you´re in court, maybe
you should do as you´re told.

It´s just a thought.

No.
No comment.

I´ve got nothing to say
at this stage.

Will you be resigning?

For heaven´s sakes.
No, I won´t.

No.
I have nothing to say.

No comment.
Thank you.

-Do you have any comment?
-Did he leave a suicide note?

Can you tell us
just what´s happened?

-Go away.

-Oh. Sure.
-Oh, no. Not you.

You can stay.

He´s all right.

I´ve, um, been doing some
research on missing persons.

-Why? Blakely isn´t missing yet.
-He´s not?

Actually, that´s right

because it´s only been
a matter of hours.

So if we´re living in a world
where Blakely´s not missing,

then he could just be confused
or scared.

He might have gone for a drive
to clear his head.

Is this research?

No, that´s supposition.

The police receive at least
15 missing-person reports a day,

and 90% of those people
are found within a week.

Found alive.

Now, they can be divided
into two categories --

people who disappear willingly
and people who don´t.

People who don´t disappear
willingly...

This is not helping.

...could have disappeared
through misadventure, accident,

injury, miscommunication,
or incapacity.

See?

Anything could have happened
to him.

Who is this guy Simpson?

Ah.
Neville Simpson.

Methamphetamine cook.

One of the best, apparently.

A real Heisenberg.

Victim -- Gus Saracen,
drug dealer.

Stole from his suppliers,
who are all bikies.

They didn´t like it.
Simpson tracked him down.

Shot him.
Gun hasn´t been recovered.

No DNA at the scene.

But...Zebina Petrakis
saw it all.

Gave a statement.

ID´d the shooter
without a second´s hesitation.

Nice work on this brief.

Concise, considered, unemotive.

I´d say you´ve got a real
aptitude for this sort of thing.

Great.

It is, actually.

Not many people can deal with it
objectively

and ignore the horror.

If you can do it well, you´re
assured of plenty of good work.

I should be grateful there´s a
ton of child abuse going around

´cause it will be good
for my career?

Pragmatism.
That´s all.

What is the pragmatic approach
to this, then?

Legal or underage?

Mm. I can see your dilemma.

These girls could be 12
or they could be 16.

Well, measuring the forearm
bones is one way of proving age.

Well, you -- you really need
an X-ray for that.

Uh-huh.

Looking at
pubic-hair patterns --

That can be helpful.

Not in an era where everyone
under 40 has a Brazilian.

The pragmatic solution here
is to stick a photo in

of a kid who looks clearly,
unarguably underage.

You´re joking.

Well, there´s what, hundreds
of thousands of photos here?

No one´s gonna notice
if one´s been added.

I bet even your user
won´t pick it.

-What, fit him up?
-End justifies the means.

Apart from the fact
that it´s illegal.

Doesn´t do any harm, does it?

It gets a scumbag off the street

and may even save a few kids
from being abused.

Not nearly as illegal

as what your guy Clarke´s
been doing, is it?

It´s a good decision

to not reinstate the whiteboard
in here.

-So much roomier.
-Yes, Richard.

Don´t tell me
you have nothing to do.

Oh, no.
Not at all.

I was just wondering --
With Blakely, uh, missing,

shouldn´t we be asking for
an adjournment sine die?

I know we need to make
a formal application, Richard.

Are you telling me
how to do my job?

N-No. I´m just happy to do it.
That´s all.

It´s a job
for a junior solicitor.

It´s just I´ve been working on
Blakely,

so I´m, you know, following up
what needs to be followed up.

Not looking for an excuse
to be in the court vicinity

during the working day

while there´s
a Commonwealth matter running?

Me? No.
God, no.

Court and me are a...
diabolical combination.

-A bit like you and court.
-I beg your pardon.

-Nothing.
-What did you say?

I-I don´t remember exactly.

Tony Gillies requested I return
to my job as managing solicitor

because he realized it requires
a very particular set of skills.

Yeah.
Of -- Of course.

It was in no way a reflection
of my advocacy.

No.
Of course not.

So I´ll just go and apply
for the adjournment, then?

Okay, then.
Great.

Thanks.

Blakely´s mobile
and wallet were there,

but his keys
and his car weren´t.

There was a message left
on the computer.

But apart from that, the rest
of the house was pretty tidy.

Forensics found nothing unusual.

-But he left his wallet?
-He would, though, wouldn´t he?

I mean, if he has done a runner,

he couldn´t access
any of his accounts.

It´s too easy to trace.

And if he was planning suicide,
he wasn´t gonna need any money.

-So which is it?
-We don´t know.

It´s so hard to believe either.

-What was he doing on bail?
-Yes. Well...

He pleads guilty to manslaughter
and he´s still on bail?

It´s not uncommon, as opposed to
being called here --

Bugger uncommon.
It´s bloody outrageous.

The circumstances were unusual.

Up until the previous morning,
no one was really thinking

he was gonna get
a custodial sentence.

He´s a man
of excellent character.

-Minister.
-Minister.

What sort of morons are you two?

We´re eight months away
from an election.

We stood on a platform of law
and order,

and now we all look like idiots.

-Look, Gail. I´m --
-Don´t "Gail" me.

If either of you two want the
chance to sire children again,

you´ll tidy this up
as quickly as possible.

I will not be a laughingstock.

There´s a cartoon
in today´s paper

showing us as the Keystone Kops

while Blakely paddles
to Argentina.

Mm.
Remarkable likeness.

Even my own staff were laughing
at it.

Have you any idea
the level of political damage

humor can cause, gentlemen?

-Oh, yes. Humor. Terrible thing.
-Surely the ramifications --

I´m sorry.
Did I invite a conversation?

Did you get the impression that
I was interested in your opinion

about this mess?

You´re here so I know you´ll
have heard with your own ears

what I´m about to say.

Find him -- dead or alive.

I want speed.

I want professionalism.
I want a result.

All the loose ends tidied up.

Get it off the front page
as soon as possible.

Are you capable of that?

Tatum.

I´m busy, Richard.

Five minutes.

Three.
Two, tops.

One.

Go.

The other day, I was so
surprised to see you, I just...

I wanted to say sorry
for the sex --

Not for the sex, obviously.

For saying "sex" in front
of a whole lot of people.

It was totally inappropriate.
I should have realized.

This is about the worst apology
I´ve ever made.

-You done?
-Yes.

No.
Look. Can we just...

-What?
-You know?

No, I don´t.
You tell me.

Be civil.

Be friends.

-Oh, now you want to be friends?
-I know I stuffed things up.

Yes, you did.

And you can´t ring me

and leave five messages for me
at the office.

I think it was six, actually.

I-I didn´t want to leave
messages.

I thought you´d be there.
It was after 5:00.

No. I didn´t go back yesterday
after court.

I just got changed
and went to the gym.

Bit of a swim, bike, treadmill.

Not that I need to explain that
to you.

Right, but normally
if I called the office?

No.

What -- What if I had a question
about a jurisdictional issue

and I needed advice from someone

who knows the Commonwealth stuff
inside out?

Google it.

Right.

Goodbye, Richard.

Sorry to have to do this.

Well, you always have to
look at family first.

I know the drill.

Did you see your father
last night?

No.

I offered to go home with him,

but he was playing
the tough guy.

I don´t think he wanted me
to know how upset he was.

I should have gone anyway.

If I´d just been there --
I don´t know.

You weren´t exactly
in a great place yourself.

Yeah.
Uh, Jack came by.

That helped.

What´d you, uh,
what´d you talk about?

Uh, he just wanted to
let us know

that if Dad did get jail time
that he´d still be looked after,

That it´d be minimum security

and he´d be segregated
from the normal jail community.

And I think he´d just been
to tell Drew the same thing.

He didn´t want us stressing.

Thank you.

Look, as well as, um, you know,
we think we know Steve,

he´s your dad.

What -- What do you think
he was thinking or feeling --

you know, where his --
his mind was?

I can´t imagine suicide.

He´d never ran from anything.

I mean, both running
and suicide --

They´re --
They´re both like, um...

you´re not facing.

And he always faced things.

I don´t know what to think.

Losing Mum was...

It was like losing his heart
and soul.

I mean, you saw him
after the funeral.

He was a wreck.

And then losing the case.

You know, like...

like losing his job
and what people thought of him.

He had never had to cope with
anything like that before.

One on top of the other.

And maybe he did just crack
a bit.

You think
he might have suicided?

Maybe.

No. Never.
It´s just -- It´s not him.

It´s not at all.

You sure about that?

The last few weeks
were just shock after shock.

Then that crazy lawyer wanted to
put him away for a decade.

That was just mad.

Oh, I could have killed her
for that.

-Back to square one.
-Poor bloody kids.

Just buried their mother,
for God´s sake.

-Scattered, you mean.
-Scattered, buried.

Whatever you call it.

They held this little ceremony
up at North Head.

Oh, yeah.
I remember that.

That was the night you had to go
charge him, wasn´t it?

-Yeah.
-Has anyone checked it out?

Not yet.
I´ll check.

-So, what have we got?
-Well, car´s unlocked.

Keys under the front seat.
No obvious blood.

No obvious damage to the
interior of the car or the boot.

Tarred area´s not gonna give us
much in the way of footprints,

but we´ll be taking the car in
after this.

-Search and rescue?
-On their way.

Steve scattered Sally´s ashes
here.

I´d say they were together now.

Wouldn´t you?

Authorities are looking for
a body following the discovery

of Assistant Commissioner Steve
Blakely´s car at North Head.

Blakely has not been seen

since his failure to appear
at court for the sentence

following his plea of guilty
to the manslaughter of his wife.

Bank accounts
have not been touched,

and his mobile phone was left
in his home

on the night he disappeared.

Thank God.

It has been the shittiest day.
Nonstop, both of them.

I´ve sung, played music,
walked them in the park.

I´ve ignored them, but they´ve
just been out of sorts all day.

Tonight these little darlings
are all yours.

I´m having a very large,
very alcoholic drink.

You want to make me one too?

You know the rules.

Breastfeeding´s over.

-Hang on.
-Over.

It´s supposed to be gradual.
You can´t just stop.

Yeah. We´re both tired,
and I had a shitty day too.

I think I want a job in retail.

What?

You´d be terrible at it.

Plenty of people are terrible
at retail.

Shut up.
You love what you do.

Yeah, but will the kids
still love me

when they know what I do?

Are you kidding?

You put away bad guys.

Why would you worry about that?

Because I want them to grow up
learning about tolerance,

forgiveness, acceptance.

And my whole job´s about guilt
and blame and punishment.

A man killed himself
because of me,

so what kind of a role model
am I?

Let me get you that drink.

The car was found here,

and his accounts still haven´t
been touched since Wednesday.

No sighting at any port.

Had he withdrawn
any large sums of cash

in the week or two
before he disappeared?

No. No.

And the only prints found on the
steering wheel were Blakely´s.

That´s pretty conclusive, then.

Well, someone else might have
driven the car there --

wearing gloves, maybe.

Is that even worth considering?

We´re considering everything
at this stage.

No. He´s disappeared.
His money´s untouched.

His car´s found
at a well-known suicide spot,

which also happens to be

where his recently dead wife´s
ashes were scattered.

There´s no other credible
scenario except suicide.

Maybe Drew or Maya
have helped him escape.

You really don´t want this
to be suicide, do you?

I don´t want to be investigating
Steve Blakely at all.

I want him back at work,
keeping us all in our places.

But that´s not gonna happen.

I imagine Jack Rizzoli
is breathing down your neck.

Jack and everyone else.

They´re breathing on us too.

I´d be relieved if it were
anything other than suicide.

But look at it.

I know.

Keep me posted.

Always.

Excuse me.

I´m Detective Senior Sergeant
Andy Campbell.

I´m making inquiries about the
disappearance of Steve Blakely.

Yeah.
Terrible business.

Poor Drew and Maya.
So much to deal with.

You didn´t happen to see him

on Wednesday afternoon at all,
did you?

I did, actually.

Uh, he was walking back in
from putting his bins out

around 6:00-ish.

I was telling the boys

they had about an hour left
before dinner.

The boys were out here,
on -- on the street?

My son and Tim and Harry
from across the street.

They were doing tricks
on their bikes.

Could I have a word with him?

George!

Someone was yelling at his front
door a little bit later on, too.

It was around news time.

Sounded pretty irate.

This is George.

Say hello.

G´day, mate.
I´m Andy.

Believe you´re pretty good
on your bike.

You and your mates were out here
on Wednesday night, yeah?

-Actual words might be helpful.
-Yeah.

Okay.

You didn´t see anything,
did you?

Anything unusual?

People or cars
you didn´t recognize?

Anything like that?
No?

Did you take any pictures
of your mates?

Video?
Something for YouTube?

Thanks. You don´t mind
if I have a play with it?

Just don´t delete anything.

You ready? Watch this!

It´s only in shot
for about two seconds

´cause the boys were swinging it
around.

But this car is parked outside
Blakely´s house,

and the iPhone says
it´s 7:12 p.m.

And the neighbor, Phoebe Green,
heard a female voice

yelling outside the door
just as the news started,

so about 7:00 p.m.

Presumably, that´s the woman
in the coat.

-Who is she?
-Don´t know.

But the car´s registered
to a Brian Vincent.

Do you drive a, uh,
silver Toyota Avalon,

license UUR-709, Mr. Vincent?

Uh, yep.
That´s right.

Were you in Spencer Street,
Longueville,

last Wednesday night?

Depends what time.

I work most nights, so...

Whereabouts?

I´m a nurse at, uh,
Northern Districts Hospital.

Detective Campbell?

What´s your relationship
with the woman in that photo?

That´s my mother.

You´re Brian Vincent
or Brian Vasilich?

I changed my name
after my sister died.

You are Dianne Vasilich´s son?

Yeah.

Were you and your mother
in Spencer Street, Longueville,

last Wednesday night?

Should I be ringing a lawyer?

Mrs. Vasilich, I´m Detective
Senior Sergeant Andy Campbell.

We have a warrant
for your arrest,

and we have a search warrant.

You do not have to say anything,

but anything you do say may be
used in evidence against you.

Do you understand that?

When did you have that
dry-cleaned?

Thursday.

If anyone has seen my father,

please get in touch
with the police.

We´re all very worried
about him.

Uh...

It´s okay.
It´s okay.

Just any -- any help at all.

That would be
greatly appreciated.

Uh -- Uh, sorry to interrupt.

It´s very important.

Uh, you´ve got to come
with me now --

and -- and, uh, Richard.

Richard!
Richard!

Let me summarize what Andy´s
put together so far, okay?

We have a lady yelling outside
Blakely´s door

at about 7:00 p.m.

Then it goes quiet.

We don´t know what time
Brian´s car gets there,

but we have him in the
background of an iPhone video

at 7:12 p.m.

We can´t see inside the car,

so we can´t identify
that it is actually Brian.

But the lady in the coat
is Dianne.

Right.

Brian claims that he and Dianne
went down to the park

and had a little chat
while she calmed down.

And they both get in the car,

and he drives back
to Northern Districts Hospital,

where they have a cup of tea
before his shift begins.

Security cameras
at the hospital?

Yes,
but it´ll take a day or two.

Now, we know that he spent the
rest of the night there on shift

and she stayed as well.

-Odd?
-Well, no.

Not if you wanted to prove
you weren´t somewhere else.

And the coat?

Well, it´s being examined now,
but it´s been dry-cleaned,

conveniently.

Okay.

What´s your hypothesis?

Dianne kills Blakely.

-How?
-We don´t know, but it happens.

She calls her son.
He comes over.

They wrap the body
in the drop cloth.

They haul it outside, put it
in the back of Blakely´s car.

Brian drives Blakely´s car
up to North Head.

She follows in his car.

They both get the body
out of the car,

dump it into the ocean,
probably weighed down,

then get back into Brian´s car

and drive back
to Northern Districts Hospital,

where they know they´ll be seen
on CCTV.

Currently that fits
all the known facts.

And my question is,
how much more do we need

before I can get this indictment
signed?

Uh...

Uh, have you got divers
looking around North Head?

Yeah, but the conditions
are pretty treacherous.

Well, a body would help
enormously.

Appreciate that.
But otherwise?

Well, obviously
the times need to work.

Like how long it takes
to drive out to North Head

and back to
the Northern Districts Hospital.

We´re working on that.

Well, a murder weapon
would be handy, too.

Or at least some evidence
of a violent act --

gun, knife, crowbar --

Is she even physically capable

of killing a man
like Steve Blakely?

See this?

You stab me in the eye
with this pen,

and you could kill me, Janet.

You don´t have to be strong
to murder someone.

You´ve just got to want to
do it.

Does Dianne have any history
of violence?

You know,
we don´t have to be here.

It´s called
professional courtesy, Tony.

It´d be refreshing to know we
were running the same way, yeah?

And we, uh,
we appreciate you coming here

when you´re obviously flat out.

I suppose it´s just coincidence
that the Vasiliches drove

to the same spot where
Sally´s ashes were scattered.

You want to take over the case?
You might as well.

You know I want this
fast-tracked, Tony, huh?

I thought you did too.

You want your indictment signed,

these questions need to be
answered.

Otherwise this won´t get past
committal.

I am actually on your side.

How could I possibly forget?

I knew Steve
wouldn´t have topped himself.

-I knew it in my gut.
-Yeah, and you trusted that.

But I didn´t, you know?
That´s the thing.

I almost let myself
get talked out of it.

Oh, it´s hard to distinguish
gut instinct

from what you want to be
the truth.

I don´t think I wanted
the truth to be that, you know,

he was murdered in his own home.

We get truth overload
in our jobs, don´t we?

Truth and endless lies.

You´ve got to feel sorry
for that Vasilich woman.

No, I don´t.

Well, no.

Just --
Just that she´s still so cut up

about her daughter´s death
from 20 years ago --

That she took away
some other kids´ father?

Maybe her daughter shouldn´t
have been hanging out with crims

and junkies.

Maybe if she´d
brought her daughter up properly

in the first place,
none of this would´ve happened.

What, blame the mother?
That´s pretty harsh.

That mother just murdered
someone.

Don´t you think
that might indicate

that she´d be, like,
a shitty parent?

Kids go off the rails
for all sorts of reasons.

What is with all
the defense-barrister bullshit?

Mothers are the ones
who cop most of the blame.

It´s the default position.

Fucked-up perpetrator, unhappy
childhood, blame the mother.

Fathers don´t exactly get
a good rap.

No parents do.

It´s late.
I´ve got work to do.

Hey.
Hey, come on. Come on.

We...

We are going to be great parents
one day.

Isn´t that
what everybody thinks?

Probably.

But, uh, some of us have got to
be right, statistically.

Come here.

Dianne´s interview.

This photo was taken out the
front of Steve Blakely´s house

the night before
he went missing.

It shows your son´s car.

This is you, isn´t it,
approaching the car?

Wearing the animal-print jacket
we took from your house.

We have neighbors
who report hearing an argument

between Mr. Blakely and a woman
that same night.

Mrs. Vasilich, did you see
Steven Blakely that evening?

Did you talk to him?

Why´d you go to his house?

Mrs. Vasilich, do you intend
to answer any questions?

No.

She had legal advice.

In a way.

She´d spent years fundraising

for the Victims of Crime
Association,

so she knows
what the general advice is

when charged with anything.

-Shut up.
-Yes.

Motive?

Well, we know
she resented Blakely

for dropping the investigation
into her daughter´s death

and never telling her
who the main suspect was.

-Resented?
-She was very frustrated.

-That´s on the public record.
-Resentment, frustration.

That´s a long way
from motivating a murder.

Don´t you think?

Well, there is
her inflammatory language.

No body, no confession,

no supporting forensics,
and a weak motive.

And the police seriously think
they have a case?

Sorry, but until we get more,
I have to spend time

on a real murder with
a real body and a real killer

and a real chance.

-This Simpson murder.

Although we can put the shooter
in the general vicinity,

without Zebina Petrakis´
eyewitness account,

we don´t have a case, do we?

No, we don´t.

They let you and your womb
back in to play?

I´m sure the Law Society
will accept a written complaint.

From me
or Steven Blakely´s kids?

Look, uh, it won´t take us long
in there this morning.

You could always suggest
a nolle, run off home right now.

You never know. You might
just catch "Play School."

Why does anyone ever complain
about barristers?

Can´t imagine.

Ms. Petrakis, could you please
tell the court where you were

on the afternoon
of Friday, May 27?

Ms. Petrakis?

I can´t remember.

Well, I have a statement
signed by you

that says you were
at a self-storage facility

called Your Other Garage.

Does that jog your memory
a little?

No.

Just take your time.

I can´t recall exactly.

Um, if I could ask you
to look at a photo.

Your Honor,
if the court pleases,

a photo of Your Other Garage,

for identification only
at this stage.

Thank you, Madam Crown.

That document will be marked
MFI-1.

Do you recognize the building
in that photo?

No.

I know court can be
an intimidating place,

so just...take as much time
as you need.

If the witness has no recall,
Your Honor,

the prosecution doesn´t have
a case.

Thank you, Mr. Hadley.

Madam Crown,
Mr. Hadley will be correct

if your witness continues
this unfortunate loss of memory.

Perhaps you´d like to address me
on Section 38

-of the Evidence Act.
-Thank you, Your Honor,

but instead of declaring
the witness hostile,

if we could stand
the matter down

so Ms. Petrakis
might compose herself?

Your Honor, I hate to see
valuable time wasted

where the witness has
no recollection.

My client is a loving family man

whose children have missed him
terribly.

Another moment in remand
amongst hardened criminals

could have a profound
psychological impact on him.

I have another matter
that is ready.

I´ll stand this down part heard
until the 12th.

Thank you, Your Honor.

We know you´re frightened.

Intimidating a witness
is a crime in itself.

If anyone´s threatened you.
we will tell the police,

-and they will be charged.
-No one´s said anything.

They can face
up to seven years´ jail.

I just don´t remember, okay?

Did you see the victim´s wife
in court,

how devastated she was?

I don´t know his wife.

I don´t know
what she looks like.

Well, we´re also in contact

with the parents of the man
who was killed.

They knew he hadn´t led
the most innocent life,

but he´d always been a good son,

and they were so grateful
to hear

that at least there was gonna be
some justice.

That means a lot to them.

You have a son, don´t you,
Zebina?

Isn´t he about, um, 6 or 7?

-Is that right?
-Stefan.

Stefan.
That´s it.

And I bet you spend
a fair bit of your day

trying to teach him what to do
and what not to do.

Tuck in your shirt,
use the soap, flush the toilet.

How does he learn
about responsibility?

It´s about watching you,
isn´t it?

He looks at what you do
and who you are.

He copies what you do.

Believe me, as a mother myself,
I am only too aware of that.

If we want them to live
a good life,

we have to set the example.

They have to see us live
by our principles

and do what we know is right,
don´t they?

Just a moment.

Can I talk to you later?

They´ve found paint particles
in the boot of Blakely´s car.

It matches the paint
in the living room?

All fits with the drop sheet

and possibly a dead Blakely
wrapped up in the drop sheet

having been in the boot.

There´s more, apparently,

but Andy doesn´t want to say
anything else over the phone.

Oh, they also want to know when
we´re gonna sign the indictment

against Vasilich and her son.

When we´ve got a reasonable
chance of a conviction,

I would have thought.

in their mind,
that bar´s been jumped.

What do you think?

Andy wants you to meet him
outside the Blakely house

just before 7:00 tonight.

-He´ll go over everything.
-On site?

You want us traipsing around
Blakely´s house with the cops?

I get dragged out to see the AG.

You can get dragged out
to assess a theory.

It might even give you what you
need for a draft indictment,

assuming you still want to stay
on Blakely.

Yes, I do.

I thought you might say that.

Can´t exactly give it to Owen.

He´ll be calling for
the death penalty

before he´s even opened
the file.

He might have ditched
the uniform,

but he´ll always be one of them
before he´ll be one of us.

So why´d you give him the job?

This place needed
a bit of mongrel.

Once you were taken
out of circulation.

And in your absence.

Look, if it conflicts
with Simpson,

tell Tracey to give that
to Owen.

He´ll love locking up bikies.

Just don´t tell him why.

Your leftovers, complete with
a reluctant witness.

I´m flattered.

Bikies a little too rough
for your delicate sensibilities?

Mm.
That must be it.

High-profile.
Bikie murder.

You sure you want to pass it on?

I mean,
you´ve had a lot more practice

at dealing with the media
than I have.

I know it´s in safe hands.

And I´m sure you´ll be able to
withstand the public scrutiny.

I´ll do my best.

Oh, it´s all we can ask for.

So, this, uh, Petrakis woman --
What´s her problem?

She scared of them, too?

Why don´t you ask her?

I will.

Thanks for the tip.

Pleasure.

Good luck with your witness.

I don´t need luck
where the ladies are concerned.

Neither do I.

Uh, hey, darling.
It´s me.

Um, look, I think I´ve been
caught up with things here,

and I should be home
in about half an hour.

Hope the monsters
are behaving themselves.

Thanks for coming out.

It´s my first view.

It´d be great if you guys
could do this more often.

Oh, I don´t think we need to
see this as precedent-setting.

Okay.
It´s just on 7:00.

Now, this is the time
Dianne was heard yelling

outside the front door.

Blakely!
Come on!

Open up!
I know you´re in there!

Blakely opens it.

Dianne pushes inside and begs
him, please, one last time.

Wanting to know
who murdered her daughter.

Exactly.

He says, "Leave me alone,
you desperate creep,"

or something like that.

If he has actually let her in
at all.

She takes out a gun
or a knife --

we´re not sure --
and in the heat of the moment --

She´s been asking all
these years and getting nowhere.

She brought a gun with her?

-Or a knife.
-I thought it was a pen.

But there was a weapon
of some sort.

And Blakely falls onto the drop
sheet on the living-room floor,

the one he put down
while he was painting.

Which explains why there´s no
blood on the floor.

She hasn´t really thought this
through, so she needs help.

She calls Brian, her son.

Brian.
Darling, it´s -- it´s Mum.

Come and get me.

The time is?

7:03.

And Brian´s phone records show

he got a call from Dianne
at 7:04 that lasted 34 seconds.

Plenty enough time to say,
"Get over to Spencer Street.

I need a hand."

Brian was already on the road,

heading down
the Pacific Highway.

He takes
the Longueville Road exit.

Then he drives through Lane Cove
and pulls up here...at?

7:07.

Brian finds himself
looking at a bloody body

and wondering what the hell
his mother´s done.

And she says she´s murdered him.

Brian, who´s not as worked up,
starts thinking fast.

Decides they have to make it
look like suicide.

So he grabs Blakely´s car keys

and starts rolling the body up
in the drop sheet.

Maneuvering a dead body
on your own is pretty difficult.

He´s a nurse. He´s used to
hauling bodies around.

Then they head out
the back door.

It´s a bit of a struggle to get
the body out and into the boot.

Dianne´s not much help,
but Brian manages...

...desperate to protect
his mother.

The drop sheet leaves paint
particles in Blakely´s boot,

-but no blood.
-Correct.

Brian suggests
he´ll take Blakely´s car

and that Dianne should follow
in Brian´s car

and they´ll get rid of the body
somewhere.

And they just happen to decide
on North Head?

Well, the papers carried
a report from the inquest

saying Sally Blakely´s ashes
were scattered there.

I mean, Dianne knows that.

She´s obsessively read
everything about Blakely.

We found a box of clippings
she´s kept

ever since her daughter´s
disappearance.

She knows if they leave his car
up at North Head,

it´ll look like suicide.

So this is the point where they
decide to leave a suicide note.

Spot on.

They know they can´t handwrite
a suicide note.

So they decide to use
the computer.

-Which isn´t password-locked?
-No.

So Brian tells Dianne
to take his car

and meet him around the corner.

He´s gonna type the note,
clean the keyboard,

then drive Blakely´s car
out the back.

So Dianne heads out the front
at?

Uh, 7:10.

Dianne is caught
on the boys´ iPhone at 7:12.

And IT say the suicide note
was typed on the computer

at 7:16 and 25 seconds.

I wish you´d warned me

we were going on the full
Magical Mystery Tour.

Well, you might not have said
yes.

So technically,
this is a kidnapping.

I really appreciate
you taking the time to do this.

Yeah.

Hey.
It´s me.

Yeah. Look.
I know. Um...

No, no, no.
You eat.

I´ll grab something
when I get home.

It feels very visceral.

It really --
really brings it alive.

Shit.
The shopping.

Look, I´ll do that.
Sorry. I completely forgot.

It´s kind of ironic, really,
given it´s about a body.

I´ll text you
when I´m on my way.

Bye.

I´m taking this route to show
you there are no tollways.

So unless they tripped a
speed camera, which they didn´t,

we´ve got no way
of actually tracking

this part of the journey.

This is where Blakely´s car
was found,

with flecks of paint from
his living room in the boot.

They probably carried the body
down this way.

From this clifftop,
straight drop to the ocean.

At 7:40 last Wednesday night,
the tide was going out,

and it kept going out for
another three and a half hours.

It´s pretty chilling.

Okay.
Let´s keep going.

You coming?

You´ve got the hospital
CCTV footage, haven´t you?

Yep.

And it shows Brian and Dianne
walking into the main foyer.

What time?

8:21 and 14 seconds.

It´s now 8:22.

And yet, for all that, given
all the excellent police work,

I still detect a hesitation.

And you know why.

I hate conflict.

Call the meeting, Tony.
Get it over with.

You´re fucking joking.

The odds are well against us.

Bullshit!

Really?

You still think he suicided?
Seriously?

Andy, I really was impressed.

On the balance of probabilities,
I´d say you could be right.

And unfortunately,
balance of probabilities

is one thing and beyond
reasonable doubt is another.

All the defense has to do
is create reasonable doubt

that also fits the facts
and we´re shot.

And what would that be?

Blakely could have taken
the drop sheet to the tip

any day that week.

Then on Wednesday night, he
slams the door in Dianne´s face.

Brian comes.
Takes her to the park.

They talk for an hour
until she calms down.

Meanwhile, Blakely leaves a note
on his computer

and drives himself
to North Head and jumps.

Then Brian takes his mum to work
for a cup of tea.

Same facts, different story,
but you have reasonable doubt.

If that´s all you´ve got,
we´re not gonna succeed.

You won´t be needing these,
I guess.

Uh, no.

Until you have more.

Then, of course,
please, uh, bring it back.

We need a body, Jack.
That´s what we need.

Shall we?

They took that better
than I thought they would.

No, they didn´t.

Well, they didn´t say much.

Oh, yes, they did.

So that´s it?

No.

As a common courtesy,

we thought we´d let you know
exactly what we were planning.

You can do it?

Yes.

Yes, we can.

And Dianne Vasilich will go
to court.

And we believe we will win,

and everyone will know exactly
what your father went through.

It´ll be a vindication for
all of us, but especially him.

Thank you.

I have to say,

this is the most interesting
matter to cross my desk

since I´ve been back at the bar.

You really want to go
behind the DPP´s back,

just bypass them altogether
and run your own trial?

Yes.

And we can, under Section 9

of the Criminal Procedure Act
of 1986.

Well, you don´t need my advice,
then, do you?

Glad it didn´t happen
when I was there.

Is it winnable?

Yes.

I´ve read stronger briefs,
but it´s winnable.

The absence of a body
is unfortunate,

but not fatal, as it were.

The trick will be in making
any alternate version of events

sound faintly preposterous.

Well, I´ve got no doubt
she did it.

Would you be interested
in running it for us?

Of course, we would brief you

through all the correct
channels.

Well, as a barrister,
I can only refuse a brief

if I lack experience
in the area in question,

which is hardly the case here.

Glad to hear it, David.

Of course, you´ll still need
an ex officio indictment

from the attorney general
to proceed without the approval

of the director
of public prosecutions.

I can´t say yes without that.

I know.

We really appreciate
you coming in.

Your evidence will ensure
a conviction.

Now, Owen´s a little different
from Janet,

but he´s a fine advocate.

You´re in good hands.
I promise.

Will we be long?

I´ve only got an hour
on the meter.

That should be plenty.

If not, I can nick out
and feed your meter.

Oh.
Ms. Petrakis.

Thanks for coming in.

Please.

Any luck remembering anything?

No?

Not a lot.

It´s so long
since I made the statement.

I-I know it´s in the statement,

but it´s like...writing a diary
about what you did years ago.

You can read it,

but that doesn´t mean
you can actually remember it.

No.

I totally understand.

Although we do tend to recall
our more memorable moments.

Our first kiss.
Our wedding day.

A man getting his head blown off
10 meters in front of us.

Some things just can´t be
forgotten, can they?

Unless, of course,
remembering them

is no longer
in our best interests.

Which is what happened here,
isn´t it?

-There haven´t been any threats.
-Oh, I believe you.

Because a threat only happens if
you turn down the first offer,

which is usually
a financial incentive.

Am I right?
Actually, I know I´m right.

So we can stop the whole
talking-in-riddles thing.

Bank records.

Easy enough to access
in a case like this.

Two weeks ago, you paid off your
mortgage with $100,000 in cash.

Want to tell me
where that came from?

They´re smart, these guys,
aren´t they?

Much better than threatening
to break your legs.

It was a gift.

They wouldn´t be too happy
if you took their money

then shat all over them anyway,
would they?

No wonder you didn´t
say anything in court.

It was a gift from my uncle.

In cash.
Where did he get it from?

Look, Zebina, the point is,

we can only keep thugs like him
off the street

if our witnesses help us.

Now, we can offer you
all sorts of carrots --

morally, physically,
witness protection, et cetera --

but we also have a big stick.

Convincing me about your
cashed-up uncle is one thing.

But if the tax office hear
about this,

they will check
every answer you give them

and trawl over every receipt
for God knows how long.

And I do sincerely hope

that you´ve kept
your tax returns up to date.

So think carefully.
Who do you really want to upset?

If it´s us, I´ll have you
declared a hostile witness

and question all your finances.

If it´s them, we´ll look into
immediate relocation

for you and your son.

You can´t do that.

You´ll be safe as houses.

Excuse me.

Look, I-I know this is all
very daunting.

Can I get you a cup of tea?

Would you do that?

-Yeah. Of course.
-Thank you.

Thanks for coming in, Zebina.

Hopefully hear from you
by the end of the day.

Don´t like our chances.

And I don´t like you questioning
me and my work

in front of a witness.

You totally intimidated her.

And you lied to her.

I expedited a process.
That´s all.

Oh. Right.

Erin, I´ve secured
the assistance of an eyewitness

in a murder case

while you´ve been fluffing
around, making cups of tea.

I have a very big problem
with that man.

-Not your type?
-Oh, he´s exactly my type.

He´s like every boyfriend
I´ve ever had --

smart and self-righteous
and a bully.

Don´t forget handsome.

And he bends the rules.

But he also gets a lot of
results, which makes you wonder

if we shouldn´t follow his lead,
doesn´t it?

-Lina.
-Oh, don´t worry.

As tempting as it is,
I can´t do it either.

But I know what your problem
with Owen is.

I do not.

Yes, you do.

You totally fancy him.

-Rizzoli did what?

Jesus.
Bloody two-faced --

Is this a...

Right.
Ten minutes.

...bad time?

Oh, it´s always a bad time.

The job description for the new
solicitor advocate position.

-Have you had a chance to --
-No. Tomorrow, maybe.

We do need to get it circulated.

Well, send it out.
It´s bound to be brilliant.

Might even apply for it myself.

Got to be more fun
than doing this.

You left me with no alternative,
Tony.

You should be collecting
stronger evidence!

-They have the evidence.
-Oh, according to who?

What excitable baby barrister

got roped into
this grand charade?

David Sinclair.

David?

I´m sure you remember him.

Your predecessor.

Oh, look. Can --
Can we just pause for a second?

C-Can we look at the principle
here?

I know there´s
a long-forgotten clause

in an act that was written 20
or 30 years ago,

but what is at stake here is
the independence and integrity

of the Office
of Public Prosecutions.

If we can be undermined

every time the police feel hard
done by, then it is the end --

The end of the DPP picking
and choosing what suits them.

The end of a system
where police work is assessed

by an independent body.

So we´re the only ones who are
able to make mistakes, are we?

-You´re always right.
-I didn´t say that.

Well, you´re able to choose
the briefs that suit you,

but you don´t want us to say
when you´re wrong.

We fuck up.
You´re perfect.

The world
according to the lawyers.

You just want your own way

even if it means dismantling
the criminal justice system!

I just want to see the killers
in jail as quick as possible!

All right. This has been
wonderful sport, gentlemen.

Now it´s my turn.

I asked both of you for a quick,

fully professional response
to Blakely.

Cold truth is,
only one of you listened.

Tony, I´m going to sign
this ex officio indictment

in 24 hours unless the DPP agree
to prosecute Dianne Vasilich

and her son for murder.

It´s up to you.

I´d like to see David
bloody Sinclair run a trial.

Maybe we should let him do it.

You really want to risk that?

Oh, what´s the worst
that could happen?

We run it and win, we´re heroes.

They run it and lose,
they´re idiots.

But if we run it and lose...

Ugly.

Or they run it and,
God forbid, win.

Monumental disaster.

You know, but if we give in
just to avoid that happening,

where does it end?

The police will have us
on the leash.

What would you do?

Unh-unh. No.
This is your call.

That´s why you get paid
the big bucks.

-Ha.
-Your call.

Oh, God.

Maybe we could get Tracey
to decide.

All right.

All right.

Have a good night.

Ha!

Why do I have to work with Owen?

It´s your punishment for
defecting to the defense team

for a while.

He got Zebina Petrakis´
bank records

and found out she´d taken
a bribe to keep quiet.

Speedy work on the subpoena.

I don´t think he got a subpoena.
Not officially.

Now he´s threatening to bring
the whole ATO down on her.

He thinks the tax office is a
bigger threat than a bikie gang?

Maybe she just needs a friend.

We were doing well
with our softly-softly approach.

You know, it usually works
in the end.

How often have you tried
softly-softly before?

-Honestly.
-Many times.

Hundreds, at least.

Mm. That´s what you taught me,
was it?

Twelve months ago,
you´d have gone on the attack

until you got what you wanted.

Not necessarily.

-Yeah, right.
-You know me too well.

Oh, hey.
Did I tell you?

Emma is walking.

Oh, my God!

Oh!
That´s fantastic!

I know.

How exciting.

Next thing I know,
they´ll be at university.

Very cozy.

Job going well, then?

I told you I´d never forgive you
walking out

and leaving me in charge,
and I haven´t.

And now this piece of treachery.

-David.
-Hello.

Hello.

Good to see you
out and about the courts again.

And you.
How have you been?

Keeping busy.

-Doing fine, thanks.
-He´s a traitor.

I haven´t even done anything
yet.

Can´t without
an ex officio indictment.

You could have said no.

Why?

Jack Rizzoli would have
just gone barrister shopping.

I´d have been out of pocket, and
you´d be in the same situation.

So who was that gonna help?

And if I still refuse to run it,
what´ll you do?

I´ll try my very best to win it,
Tony.

That´s what I´ve been briefed
to do.

Let´s all have lunch together
sometime.

We have to go for it.

Tony, we´re not ready.

We have to run this trial
against Dianne Vasilich

and bust every brain cell
we have to win it.

There is doubt everywhere.
It´s against all our principles.

Yours, mine, the code of ethics.

Well, it´s politics over
principles for once, I´m afraid.

We cannot risk them running it
and winning it.

It´ll kill us.

And we cannot let the police
take back more prosecutions.

We´ll lose our autonomy,
what we stand for -- everything.

It´s as simple as that.

And...we have to win it.

And the person
most likely to win it is...

Mm.

-You a betting woman?
-Why?

Is our friend Ms. Petrakis gonna
turn up and, uh, give evidence

or disappear into suburbia
with her ill-gotten gains?

I don´t bet, especially not
on something like that.

Well, that´s a shame,
´cause there she is.

Someone must have convinced her
it was the right thing to do.

Bikies won´t be happy.

Simpson´s their
most valuable cook.

Days like this you realize
how much fun you can have

in prosecution.

Hey, Geoff.

-Yeah. Hold on.
-Go grab the witness.

Do a little bit of girly stuff
with her.

You know --
make her feel special.

They might even want to plead
now they know we´ve got her.

Hello, Zebina.

I´m so glad you came.
It´s a courageous thing to do.

I feel sick.

You´ll be fine.
I promise.

It´ll be over before you know it
and you can go home to your boy

and forget that any of this
ever happened.

All we´ve got is a victim.

Cause of death --

severe trauma to the head
from a high-powered firearm.

I walked you through
every detail.

Except how she killed him.

And no forensic evidence
to work with. Nothing.

What am I meant to say?

And how about
Blakely´s children?

How are they gonna feel
about this?

Better than if Dianne walks.

I hear you´ve applied for silk.

It´s no secret.

And winning a sensational case
wouldn´t hurt.

Maybe.
I hadn´t thought of that.

They´ve got Janet King
looking at me.

That´s got your attention,
hasn´t it?

Well, mate, they had us --

Drop me in it, you mouthy little
prick, I´ll fucking kill you!

Dianne Vasilich.

I got a real good story
about her.

Well, I´m down near Gerringong,
which is not good news.

Why?

´Cause a bushwalker
just found a body.