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-[ Women laughing ]
-[ Flashbulb popping ]

[ Panting ]

Keisha, it´s Richard.
Is everything all right?

I think I had a panic attack.

Have you had them before?

No. What, do you think
it´ll happen again?

Your Honor, Mr. Dolan waived

parental responsibility
at the time.

In regards to a child.
We´re talking about an embryo.

It´s my genetic material,

so I should have the right
to decide what happens to it.

I believe you are all
in the wrong jurisdiction.

This is a probate issue.

-So Todd was your mate.
-Yeah, he was.

Any idea why someone
would want to kill him?

He tried to rip off
the wrong person.

They´ve come after him.

JANET: We still have
Felix Murphy, yes?

OWEN: Correct.

LINA: He was shot in broad
daylight at point-blank range.

-ANDY: Yes.
-So he saw who shot him.

Well, he claims he never saw
anything, but yes, he must have.

He knows exactly who shot him.

I want to organize
another undercover operation.

But this time
we´ll use a woman.

How long ago did you leave him?

Oh, like six months ago.

LINA: Hey, that file that Simon
deleted from his computer?

It´s a gun.

Okay, there´s a container
arriving at the docks tonight,

imported by Simon Hamilton.

Arriving?

OWEN:
The bill of lading says fridges.

I´ll believe that when I see it.

[ Police radio chatter ]

OWEN: It´ll still take
at least a day

to remove all the firing pins,
and then we´ve got to make sure

we repack everything
just the way it was.

Then we can tell
the cargo terminal operator

to notify Simon it´s cleared
customs and ready for pickup.

Does the delay
need to be explained?

I don´t think so.

I mean,
it´s not that unusual, is it?

No, some of these ships are
carrying hundreds of containers.

Can take a week
to get them all off.

Hey, I´m just having a close
look at this bill of lading.

See this contact number
written here to call?

Simon´s mobile.

Except it´s not Simon´s.
It´s Amil Nobakht´s.

Are you sure
that´s Amil´s number?

RICHARD:
Yeah, it´s on his file.

I remember
those sort of details.

-Phone numbers?
-Is that really so unusual?

-You need to get out more.
-Yeah, I was trying to.

So who´s really behind this?

Just Todd and Amil together, or
Simon and the Nobakht family?

I guess we´ll find out when
someone comes to collect it.

All right, you stay here.

You´re in charge, Richard.
Text me when it´s done.

I checked that mobile number
on the bill of lading.

You doubted Richard´s memory?

Well, it was worth a check.

He has made
the occasional factual error.

When?

Anyway, this time
he does happen to be right.

Lina, go back over
Karen Parker´s interview.

Check if there´s any suggestion

that Simon Hamilton
knew the Nobakhts.

LINA:
Sure, I´ll have a look.

I bet it was Todd
using Simon´s identity again.

This is him and Amil,
this import.

It´s a pretty tough import
to arrange from Australia.

How much do the guns cost?

In America, about $1,000 each.
Over here, maybe $15,000.

So they spend half a million
dollars buying weapons

and organizing an importation.

It´s pretty unlikely anyone
can do that over the phone.

I mean, you have to be working
with people you´ve met, trust.

Well, I´ll see who´s been
to America lately.

Check the entire Nobakht family

and Simon Hamilton,
just in case.

OWEN: Janet.

We just got an e-mail
from Macquarie Street.

Our illustrious attorney-general
wants to see you and me.

What about?

Urgent matter of business.

Let me guess.

His slice off the tee?
His bad short game?

OWEN:
Something like that.

-Flat white?
-Thanks.

No, thanks.
I´m good.

A little something for you.

The night before last,
third item on the news.

This is the face of crime,
out of control.

Jane Carter is now only being
kept alive by life support.

Her devastated husband, Robbie,
hasn´t left her side.

Her car was hit by convicted
drug dealer George Healy

three minutes after
the horrific shooting

of Todd Wilson.

And George has himself
since been murdered

and Todd´s in-laws fired at.

So far, to explain all this,

$3.5 million has been spent
on a royal commission

whose hearings have mostly
been held in private

and whose progress
has been revealed to no one,

if there has been
any progress at all.

WOMAN: Is the attorney-general
gonna comment?

The opposition grilled us
all afternoon.

We pleaded operational
confidentiality all afternoon

because we had nothing.

Before Parliament resumes,

I need an interim report
with some preliminary findings.

JANET: We´re not ready.

Being ready doesn´t matter,
Janet.

With all due respect, Lincoln --

Look, obviously some parts of it
can be suppressed

or for nonpublication
or whatever.

But I need to demonstrate
material progress.

Well, once we make material
progress, I´ll write a report.

Perhaps I´m not
making myself clear.

You´re not here to debate
the merits of an interim report.

I am telling you to write one
before Parliament resumes.

I can´t write an accurate report

until we know exactly
who´s bringing in --

Did -- Did I say "accurate"?
I said "a report."

That´s three syllables.

Which one of them
is not getting through?

Well, if she won´t write it,
you will.

Understood?

Well, I can draft one,

but it can only be delivered
under her signature.

Just highlight

whatever pebbles of truth
you´ve ever managed to...

-I´m still in the room here.
-...kick down the street.

The most likely scenarios
are disputes over drug buys,

and we heavily suspect that the
current coke and ice epidemics

underpin all major gun crime,
et cetera, et cetera.

-Needs a firm hand, et cetera.
-Sure.

Don´t be ridiculous!

You can change it all
in your final report

if, by some fluke, you ever
manage to make any real headway.

-No!
-I don´t want lies.

I want informed
and educated speculation

from disparate
and incomplete sources.

Fortunately you work for me, and
we do not respond to threats.

Nor do I make them.

I merely explain
what I need to happen!

I am not required to solve your
political problems, Attorney.

We have gathered a considerable
amount of intelligence,

and we are on the cusp of
understanding the whole picture.

I think if we all take
a bit of a step back...

I will not risk all of that

to stop and write some
half-baked piece of fiction.

If you hang me out to dry
next week in Parliament,

I will destroy you.

JANET:
Bloody arrogant fool.

-Don´t make him an enemy.
-He´s already an enemy.

Learn how to bend.

I won´t give him the ammunition
to say I´m incompetent.

That´s not what he wants.

We both know
this report´s nonsense,

and so down the track,
if he ever wanted to...

He´s not thinking
that far ahead.

Well, I am.

You know, and if we write
this piece of crap

to momentarily help shore up
his approval rating,

that piece of crap,
signed by me,

will be
on the public record forever.

[ Cellphone rings ]

-RICHARD: Hey.
-JANET: Progress?

Uh, maybe halfway.

There´s over 500 weapons here,

and missing just one
could be disastrous,

so they can´t rush.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

But to make an arrest,
whoever owns these guns

has to take possession
of the container and open it.

That´s our payday, so the sooner
you´re ready, the better.

-Janet? You want to have a look?
-Yes.

Federal police printed it
from Simon Hamilton´s computer.

Not the easiest thing
to put together.

You have to assemble it,
add a firing pin,

and buy your own bullets.

ANDY:
But if you want it to work,

you do need some expertise
in how guns are made.

Which I´m assuming
Major Hamilton´s got,

being a major.

Nothing on America.

Todd and Amil have never been,
nor Bahman.

Susie and Karen
went to Disneyland

when they were 10 and 8.

And Simon Hamilton´s last trip
to America was seven years ago.

Well, Hamilton would have met
Americans in Afghanistan.

What, a soldier moonlighting
in the gun trade?

I can sweep through
his contacts again,

look into
any residing in the U.S.

Thanks.
When are you testing this?

-Tonight, hopefully.
-Till when?

Ah, late, probably.
Sorry.

Hang with me
if you want some excitement.

Big fight in council
over netball courts.

Ah, it was a truly vicious
noncontact sport

the way we played it
at high school.

Only matched in aggression

by local council development
approval meetings.

Come see.

[ Computer rings, chimes ]

[ Laughs ] Hello!

Hi!

They´re asleep.

What can I say?
I´m not going to wake them.

No.
No, don´t do that.

I´ll -- I´ll try again
tomorrow morning.

How are you going, dear?

Ah, good.
Yeah.

Make sure you eat well.

-And watch your water intake.
-Sure, Mum.

I know you love your work,

but you´ve got to
get a balance.

And settle that thing
with Deborah.

Well, it´s not that easy,
actually --

Listen to me.
You don´t need it.

Got to go.
"Doctor Blake."

Talk tomorrow.

-Enjoy.
-Bye.

[ Computer chimes ]

You written anything?

I´ve started a draft, if you
want to take a look at it.

As soon
as we let the container run

and arrest whoever claims it,
then I´ll --

then I´ll write something ´cause
we will have made real progress.

Bianca and Felix?

Yeah, they went well,
apparently,

despite the close call.

They´re on again tonight.

Right.
And Andy´s...

He´s running it.
Yes.

Anyway.

I can´t bear
just sitting here waiting.

If anything happens,
you´ll hear from me.

Hi.

-Has she started?
-Just about to meet him.

Want to stay?

Let me know
if there´s a problem.

-Okay.
-Thanks.

[ Mid-tempo pop music playing ]

-Hey.
-Hi.

How are you going?

-Busy day?
-Yeah. Yeah, you?

It was sort of slow,
actually.

But maybe that´s
just ´cause I was feeling

I couldn´t wait for it to end.

FELIX: Oh!

That´s a bit sad

if I´m the most exciting thing
in your life.

BIANCA: Don´t undersell
yourself, handsome.

Although modesty is attractive.

Drink?
What are you having?

Yeah, sure.
Great.

Um...

Um...

Um, no, I don´t feel like
a beer or anything.

-Like, a vodka tonic?
-Yeah.

FELIX:
I´ll just have a beer, thanks.

Oh, no, no, I´ve got it.

-KEISHA: Got an I.D.?
-FELIX: Oh, sorry, yeah.

I never noticed that before.

Yeah.
Long story.

Okay.
Okay, you can tell me later.

All right.

-Here it is.
-Let´s settle in.

-BIANCA: Five?
-Yeah.

[ Gasps ]
Watch out.

But now I´m gonna become an
addict ´cause gambling´s fun.

[ Both laugh ]

-Oh! Again.
-[ Laughs ]

[ Indistinct conversation ]

[ Mid-tempo pop music
continues ]

It has potential
to create significant equity

when well planned.

Mr. Bao Long, we´ve heard enough
about tourism and revenue.

What about the plan
to replace 26 netball courts?

Well, the council has assured me
that they will find the land

to build the new netball --

So there´s no plan, really,
is there?

Will any of the money from your
250 addictive poker machines

go towards community sports

for the young girls
of southwest Sydney?

-Yes, w-we´re building a pool.
-You´re bulldozing their courts.

-They´re gonna get more.
-Will they?

Yes, if the council
does their job.

I´m buying the land
from the state government --

And how much are you paying?

Well, until the contract
is actually finalized,

that´s between state cabinet
and myself.

They want 15 million.

You´re offering 12.
Isn´t that it?

I´m investing in resources
and infrastructure

for the community
that gave me a start.

You do exactly the same,
Patrick, unless you´re outbid.

Okay, I don´t create
a mass of gambling addicts

to fund a personal edifice.

Christ´s sake,
it´s a leisure center.

Oh, bullshit!
It´s halfway to a casino.

Now, if I could continue my
proposal, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you for a lovely evening.
Again.

Ah.
Glad you enjoyed it.

You know, if you ever meet
my parents,

we might have to
rewrite history a bit.

"Where did you two meet?"

-"Oh, um, in the holding cells."
-[ Chuckles ]

-Wouldn´t go down well?
-Unlikely.

Yeah.

What do they think
about your ex?

Good job, steady income.
They think he´s great.

Yeah.

It was hard to tell them
about the other stuff.

Yeah.

How many people
knew about your knee?

What -- What about it?

What happened?

I don´t remember
what happened.

Oh, I see. Off-limits.
I get it.

No, it´s not off-limits,
I just -- just don´t remember.

Okay.

Well, this is me.

What are you doing
on the weekend?

Uh...

Am I being pushy?

No! No, no.
I´d love to do something.

Um, picnic maybe,
or a movie?

I don´t mind.

Text me?

-I will.
-Promise?

[ Engine starts ]

WOMAN:
Okay, see ya.

KEISHA: See ya.
Have a good night.

You too.
Bye.

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Engine revs ]

[ Panting, sobbing ]

[ Cellphone dialing ]

[ Line ringing ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

-KEISHA: [ Sobbing ]
-Keisha.

I-I don´t know where to go!
You have to come and get me!

What -- What happened?

Please, please, please!

Please, Richard!

I´m at work.

Keisha.

-Fuck.
-[ Cellphone dialing ]

[ Cellphone dialing ]

[ Line rings ]

KEISHA: Hey, it´s Keisha.
Leave a message.

Did she say where she was?

RICHARD: Look, I know
that her shift finished

about 10 minutes ago,

so she could be anywhere
between work and home.

Okay.

Hey, mate, have we still got
a feed on Keisha Gibson´s house?

Righto.
Here we go.

W-Why is she still
on surveillance?

-She´s not a suspect.
-Relax.

We haven´t looked at the feed

since she brought in
Todd´s money,

and we wouldn´t be now
if a certain solicitor

hadn´t called in
asking to find Keisha.

Yeah -- Okay, okay.

Just check and see
if she´s all right.

Yeah, all good.
She´s coming in now.

RICHARD: Great, okay.
Thank you, Owen.

OWEN:
Hey, hang on, Richard.

Think she might be getting
some help from someone else.

It´s that mate of Todd´s,

the one that was with him when
he broke into Boccaro´s car.

-Brett Bonar?
-Yeah, that´s him.

BONAR:
You gonna be okay?

KEISHA: Uh...

I mean, it was just --
It was just the lights.

-BONAR: Hmm?
-I don´t know.

Just I don´t know
what´s happening.

It just suddenly feels like
I´m -- I´m there again and...

Sorry to break it to you, mate.

Looks like you might have
a bit of competition there.

Look, I was just making sure
that she was safe, okay?

Yeah, sure.
See ya, mate.

Yeah.
Thank you.

[ Thud ]

See you tomorrow.

[ Engine starts ]

[ Knocking ]

-Oh, hi.
-Hi, come in.

I can come back
in the morning.

No, no. Don´t be silly.
I´ll just get changed.

-Uh...
-[ Door closes ]

So, how did it go?

Good, I think.
Cautiously optimistic.

So you don´t think that
he´s ever doubted you, or...

No, no.
He likes me.

I like him too, actually.

I mean, not "like,"
but he´s nice.

A softy.

So in that sense, it´s an easy
relationship to work on.

But in terms of the end game,

getting him to talk about
the shooting...

-It´s tough.
-[ Bottles clinking ]

Huge.
Brick wall.

So that´ll take
some breaking down.

Well, if anyone can do that...

Yeah, well, it must be hard
for him to trust,

feeling he has enemies
so close.

Well, everyone
has to trust someone.

I have.

You go insane otherwise.

How are the kids?

Ah, not sure tonight.

Tried a Skype call,

but my darling mother
had put them to bed early

so she could watch
her favorite TV show.

Hmm.

I´m trying to imagine
what your mother´s like.

She´s an irritatingly
single-minded control freak.

I believe I said that
without a hint of irony.

[ Laughs ]

She must worry about you.

Ah, I´m sure she does,
in her own way.

At the moment she thinks I´ve
got everything out of balance.

I need to relax, apparently.

Hence the workout?

Yes, well,
you do what you can.

Cheers to that.

Cheers.

[ Sighs ]

Janet, interesting news Andy got
from police ballistics.

When you fire the gun
we printed,

the barrel flies back
off the stock.

-So you can only fire it once?
-Apparently.

And Todd Wilson was killed
with one bullet.

Do you know of all the cases
I´ve run involving guns,

I can´t remember any other time
someone fired just one bullet.

HEATHER: He was probably killed
with a homemade plastic gun.

Yeah, that makes sense why the
marks on the bullet and casing

don´t match any normal firearm.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

It´s Richard.

Guns are ready.

So the cargo terminal operator´s
ready to contact Amil

as soon as we tell them,

and he´s almost guaranteed
to call a trucking company

to organize a pickup
and delivery.

There´s a bug in his phone,
yeah?

Yeah, as are Bahman, Sam, Susie,
and Elaheh´s, and the landline.

And LD´s are inside the house
and smash repair shop.

Okay, the team´s ready
at the docks?

We´re all set.

Okay.

[ Line rings ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

-Yep?
-JANET: We´re on.

Shut the container.
We´ll make the call.

Okay.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Hello?

I´m Dave Reynolds
from Sydney Cargo Terminal.

Is that Simon Hamilton?

AMIL:
Ah, yes, speaking.

REYNOLDS: This is
a courtesy call to let you know

that container JL1349-76
has been cleared for pickup.

Okay, thanks.

OWEN: So Amil´s happy
to impersonate Simon Hamilton.

[ Smooches ]

Ah, what do we have here?
Yum, yum, yum.

ELAHEH: Don´t. Stop.

AMIL:
Do we have any hummus left?

ELAHEH:
There´s another bowl, I think.

AMIL: Salaam.

Brett.
All good?

Yeah, yeah. Sorry I´m late.
Bahman outside?

AMIL: Yeah, he´s just
murdering some lamb.

BONAR: Smells good.

Hey.
Any activity?

-Nothing yet.
-Nothing?

-ANDY: This is crazy.
-So, what are they doing?

Do they know
they´re being watched?

They can´t know, can they?

Haven´t they at least organized
a pickup?

OWEN: Nope.

They´ve organized a barbecue.
Listen.

Yeah, you left us early
last night.

Yeah, mercy mission.

Keisha was having
a real freak-out.

Had to pick her up
and take her home.

AMIL: Then what?
Tuck her into bed, huh?

BONAR:
No, man, it´s not like that.

She´s struggling, really.

Did you know this
about Keisha?

It´s really got to her.
She´s such a mess.

Is she getting help?

I told her
she ought to see someone.

Well, maybe she needs
a little nudge.

AMIL: Had she heard
anything more on Todd?

-BONAR: No. You?
-Nothing.

What that bastard´s done
to our family.

BONAR: Just try not to do
anything too stupid, okay?

What, that´s it?

No calls to anyone,
no sense of excitement or fear.

-Nothing.
-Wow.

-Have they been tipped off?
-You do have to wonder.

There were dozens of
customs guys and feds around.

It only takes one.

ANDY:
If it was anyone in customs,

the State Corruption Commission
are the guys we should ask.

Roger Embry.

Great.

So, what?
Now we just wait?

Your call.

Ah, Heather.
Great.

I got you a meeting at the
State Corruption Commission

with Roger Embry.

We need to check
the customs guys

who helped us
with the container.

Didn´t tip off the Nobakhts.
Got it.

-I´m sorry I can´t be there.
-That´s okay. I can handle it.

Thank you.

Hey, would you like
a flat white?

Ah, where I´m heading
that would be helpful.

My tab must be enormous by now.
Let me pay you something.

Oh, you´re obviously late.
Fix me up later.

Anyway, your musclemen buy more
than enough to keep me rich.

-Musclemen?
-Your security.

At first I thought
it was a bit overkill,

but I can see
why you need them.

I mean, loads of people
check this place out.

Really?

Yeah, there was a guy
hanging around on that seat

all morning yesterday.

I thought he was gonna hit
on me, which was a bit creepy.

But as soon as you left,
he went, which was a bit weird.

Anyway, I guess it comes
with the territory.

Thanks.

See ya.

Who´s here?

We all are,
except for Deborah´s QC.

She´s on her own today.
Must have got his first bill.

You okay?

What? Yes, of course.
Why?

You look like
you´ve seen a ghost.

Oh.
No, I´m fine.

GILLIES: Well, let´s just stay
calm and rely on legal argument.

Leave the emotion
to Tim and Deb.

JANET:
Justice Stanton has four kids.

Perhaps this once the court
will respond to emotion.

Well, she´s not a mother,
she´s a judge,

and judges are emotionless.

Humorless and emotionless.

Okay.

DEBORAH: Then I showed
the e-mail to Brad, my husband,

and he couldn´t stop smiling.

So we -- we rang Ash, and she
repeated what she´d written.

And we were so excited
and grateful

because after
all these years trying,

we actually felt hopeful

we would get the chance
to be parents.

On second thoughts, Mr. Gillies,
I think I might start with you.

What are the issues here?
This isn´t a criminal matter.

No, Your Honor.

I merely assumed,
as the director of the DPP,

that it must be criminal,

which would be a novelty for us
in the probate division.

Ah, yes.
Ah, very amusing, Your Honor.

Uh, no, Your Honor,
I´m on leave for a fortnight,

and appearing as amicus
for Ms. King.

In your spare time?

Mm, yes, Your Honor, this is how
I choose to spend my spare time.

In court?

-Yes.
-Extraordinary.

Your Honor, this matter
is about my sister´s wish

for me to be given a last chance
to have a child.

-Yes, thank you.
-I understand --

DOLAN: I´m sorry,
what about my wish?

It´s my genetic material.

I´m the only one here who has
a genuine vested interest --

The only one?

Your Honor, who paid for it
and who supported Ash through --

DOLAN:
It´s still a part of me.

DEBORAH:
She said that I could have it.

Yes, yes, thank you.
You will all get a chance.

Mr. Gillies, why is this
in the probate court?

If it concerns children
or potential children,

shouldn´t it be
in the Family Court?

Your Honor, Ms. King is seeking
a declaration

of her proprietary interest
in an item that,

by agreement with
the entity storing it,

belonged to her deceased
and de facto, Ms. Larsson,

the applicant´s sister.

What is the property
in dispute?

A frozen embryo, Your Honor.

Is that property?

GILLIES: Uh, well [Chuckles]
yes, that is the question.

Ah, we believe it is.

All we´re asking the court
to discern

is to whom the frozen embryo
belongs, not what happens to it.

Once the ownership
is determined,

the party to whom it belongs
can decide its fate.

Or future.

Do I have affidavits
from all parties?

-Yes.
-Yes, Your Honor.

Well, in that case, I´ll take a
short adjournment to read them.

GILLIES: If the court pleases,
Your Honor,

may I observe that this matter

has been through
several jurisdictions

and costs are mounting,
and we would all,

I´m sure,
welcome a resolution.

I will review the material,
Mr. Gillies,

and then we will reconvene.

WOMAN: All rise.

She wants info from me?

That´s a turn-up.

Well, we thought we´d let
a container run

from the cargo terminal, but
no one´s coming to pick it up.

-They been tipped off?
-Maybe.

We´re not sure, to be honest.

But we know you put a blowtorch
through customs last year,

got rid of some bad apples,

and we were wondering
if you´d done

any other
follow-up surveillance

or might know of
any other people in customs

who might be suss?

So Janet doesn´t think
we finished the job properly.

-Is that the implication?
-No.

-Sounds like the implication.
-Just ruling out possibilities.

You haven´t worked
with her before, have you?

What´s your opinion?

Smart, fair.
Pretty good actually.

Divides people,
don´t you think?

When people are wrong, she´ll
point that out and explain why.

That´s what divides people.

You either have to
admit she was right,

or you resent her
for not letting you win.

So, basically,
if she was a bloke,

you´d all think
she was bloody fantastic.

I´ll tell her customs are clean,
though, yeah?

That was the message?

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Here we are.
Dr. Orsmond´s in there.

So if you didn´t make this
appointment, was it you, Lina?

It was Janet.

She said that
Adie´s really good with trauma.

She squeezed you in as a favor.

So, what,
you´re here because...

-Good question.
-It´s a business-hours thing.

Nights are okay,
but during work hours

a commission staffer
technically shouldn´t

see anyone on their own,
if we can help it.

-See ya.
-See ya.

She´s got this idea that
I just do whatever Janet says.

I mean,
if we were questioning her,

I can see
how it should be both of us.

But to take her
to an appointment?

When Janet says "aboveboard"...

Well, she probably meant
don´t pash her on the street.

I think it´s a bit more
than that, but...

If you want me
to take you back...

No, hardly worth it now.

Here´s a question.

Five years ago when we started
at the DPP,

you, me, Erin, Tatum, Ben,
all standing next to each other,

where´d you see yourself
in five years´ time?

Actually, I thought I´d get
a few years´ experience,

then take the bar exam and start
building my own career.

So, what happened?

DR. ORSMOND:
What you´ve described

isn´t remembering the incident
but reliving it,

which is a classic indicator
of post-traumatic stress.

Uh, well,
can I still go overseas?

I´m doing Europe soon.

Let´s go back to that night
and describe what happened.

Take it slowly.

Try to remember every detail.

-Everything?
-As much as you can.

Close your eyes and describe
just what you heard.

TODD: I know...
I know that I brought it.

KEISHA:
Where´d you put it?

Todd was saying,
"It´s in here somewhere."

-TODD: I know I had it...
-[ Bag unzips ]

...when I left.

I heard him unzip the bag.
I heard a train.

The screech and the rumble
as it went past.

-[ Fireworks exploding ]
-There were fireworks.

[ Engine revs ]

And then the bang
from the gunshot.

-[ Screams ]
-A scream.

A thump
as Todd fell back into the car.

DR. ORSMOND: Todd screamed
when he was shot?

No. No, it was --
It was high-pitched.

You screamed.

Yes, I-I started screaming
and -- and crying.

There was
a different scream.

But not Todd?

No, and before me.

A witness?

-It must have been.
-RICHARD: But no one saw it.

No, some woman did,
and screamed.

I-I remember.

I didn´t see her,
but I heard her.

We´ve got to get back
to the office.

If we´ve got another witness,
that´s gold.

Brilliant. Well done.
You´re a genius.

Well, glad some good came
out of that freak-out

I had the other night.

Yeah, I´m so sorry I couldn´t
help you out.

But I´m really glad
that Brett could.

Well, how did you know
it was Brett?

Thank you, everyone.

Having read
the parties´ affidavits

and written submissions,

I have decided
that I am in a position

to make a decision viva voce,

with a written judgment
to follow.

Janet King was the partner
of Ashleigh Larsson.

They went into
this venture collectively,

notwithstanding whose genetic
material was used

in the process.

These facts are not in dispute
by any of the parties.

Accordingly, I do declare

that the frozen embryo
presently in storage

forms part of the estate
of Ms. Larsson

and will now be held in the name

of the first respondent,
Janet King.

-What? Please, Your Honor --
-I´m sorry, I don´t think --

STANTON: Order. Order.

I make no finding as to whether
the item is property or life.

The item is now Ms. King´s
to do with as she pleases.

Thank you.

What´s next?

Hirst and Armfield.

Are the respondents present
for this matter?

-We are, Your Honor.
-Yes, Your Honor.

[ Laughs ] Oh!
Happy?

Oh, I don´t know.
I´m more relieved than happy.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

No, I am.
I´m -- I´m happy.

-I´m glad it´s over.
-Who are you?

Did you even once stop to
think about what Ash wanted?

No, because as usual all
you think about is yourself.

-Deb --
-Shut up!

Just shut up.

JANET: Oh, shit.

Six missed calls
from Lina and Richard.

Problem?

There was a witness
to the Todd Wilson shooting.

Hang on.
I just need to call him back.

[ Line rings ]

RICHARD: Janet!

Richard, I just got
all your texts.

KEISHA: Oh, it´s Janet?

I suppose she knows
what shirt I´m wearing!

RICHARD:
Can I call you back?

Richard...

Yeah, Keisha knows that we had
surveillance in her house,

and her flatmates brought
some pot home yesterday,

and it´ll all be on camera.

Okay, okay.
Don´t panic.

I´m dealing with it.
Can I just call you back later?

-What now?
-Ah, it´s about something else.

I´m just reminding Richard
about the Filippetti case.

You know, putting the drugs
in the communal...

I know, I know.

Okay, done.

Uh, something about a witness.

Yeah, it says here

that they don´t know who it is
yet, but Lina´s onto it.

Ah, a toast to having minions.

[ Chuckles ]
Let´s get out of here.

So Keisha is certain

that she heard a witness scream
when Todd was shot?

Yep. Now it´s just a matter
of finding her.

Okay, what about the calls that
came through the media appeal?

We´ve triple-checked.
She´s not among them.

Okay. If you need to get out
there and door-knock, go for it.

Hey, listen, Amil still
hasn´t made any phone calls,

and as far as we know, he hasn´t
even talked to anybody.

-He´s just ignoring it.
-Completely?

Like, "Container?
What container?"

-Well, you got any suggestions?
-Go surfing? Play golf?

I mean, what else can we do
except wait?

Given the pressure for progress,
we can´t wait any longer.

Well, the options
are pretty limited.

Hang on.
Where is it?

Were the cleaners in
last night?

No. No, they wouldn´t
take an iPad anyway.

-That´s way too obvious.
-It was on my desk.

I know it was
because I Skyped the kids,

and Mum had put them
to bed early, so...

ANDY:
According to this,

Heather was in here at 2:16 a.m.
for seven minutes.

At quarter past 2:00
in the morning?

Apparently.

Or at least it was her security
code that opened the doors.

Hey, Heather!
Here a sec?

JANET: We´ve got cameras
in here, haven´t we?

ANDY: Not infrared.

If the lights
weren´t turned on,

we´d be looking for a black cat
in a coalmine.

-Can we fix that today, please?
-Sure.

I sent you a note about
the SCC´s opinion of customs.

Got that, thanks.
Um, how was Roger?

As patriarchal as ever?

He tried to pull you down
a peg or two in my eyes.

-Successfully?
-Not really.

Basically I said, against him,

you´d win
a dick-measuring competition

without even having one.

Hmm.
He would have loved that.

Well, those weren´t
my exact words,

but I think he got the message.

Is that all?

ANDY: Um, where were you
last night, after midnight?

-Asleep.
-Anyone verify?

-Yes.
-Who?

If I´m under
official investigation,

I´ll give you his name.

Until then,
a bit of trust would be nice.

Have you written
your security code anywhere,

told anyone,
let people see it?

No.

Someone used it
to get in here last night.

As far as I can remember,

I just stand like this
and press the buttons.

I´ve never seen anyone
behind me, at least not close.

But if you´re like that, well,
maybe from this angle...

If someone was looking
along this line

and had a good pair
of binoculars

or a long-lens camera...

They could have been on
that seat or by that bus stop.

That seat.

-Well, anywhere along this line.
-No, the seat.

The man
was sitting on the seat.

The coffee girl.
Where is she?

PETA:
Two or three hours, maybe.

I don´t know. I didn´t have
a stopwatch on him.

-But it was most of the morning.
-And he just sat there?

He was there
whenever I looked.

So every five or ten minutes
I guess I´d look over.

Bit more towards the end
when I was a bit more curious.

Could you describe him?

Um, dark hair, black pants.
Asian, I think.

You think?

He was 50 meters away.
Can´t be certain.

-Age?
-30s, I guess.

Had you seen him before?

I don´t think so.

But, you know, that doesn´t mean
he hasn´t been hanging around.

Okay.
Well, thanks, Peta.

And --
And, sorry, it´s Peta...?

-Vickers.
-Vickers.

All right, well, if you see him
again, please let us know.

Sure.

Thanks, Andy.

What´s he done?
Or shouldn´t I ask?

I guess it´s not really
something you can say.

How are you doing,
in general?

Is that a secret too?

Perhaps.

Listen, thanks for your help.
It could be really important.

No, that´s okay.
I´m glad to help.

And it´s nice to chat a bit.

I´ve been wondering what sort of
person takes on a job like this.

-So have I lately.
-Yeah.

And now you know
that I can do more

than just make
a good flat white.

And quote Oscar Wilde.

Ah.
Full of hidden talents, huh?

Right, so there you go.

If you want more,
you know where to find me.

Thanks.
Thanks, Peta.

Okay.

PATRICK: Ah, Janet.
Glad you´re here.

I´m just showing Lincoln around.
He asked where you were based.

Hope you don´t mind,
Commissioner.

No, an unexpected surprise.
But, no, not at all.

I´ve just been inspecting
netball courts.

I can´t imagine a better way
to spend an afternoon.

It is the number-one

participation sport
in Australia.

My point exactly.

More registered players
than Aussie Rules,

union, league,
cricket, or soccer.

But, oh, to hell with it.

Let´s rip out the courts
and put in a gambling hall.

Why not?
That´s the Aussie spirit.

And I shall take your argument
to cabinet, Patrick.

There´s no need
to sell me anything twice.

Could you, uh, give us a minute?

Ah, a rare insight
into how mates lobby each other.

Oh, not really.

He´s still four million short

of his competition,
unfortunately,

which won´t please
my cabinet colleagues at all,

mate or no mate.

Moving on, however,
I did want a quick chat.

In 24 hours I need
an executive summary

of what will be
in your interim report,

and I need evidence
it will be written.

I can´t promise anything.

Oh, but I can.

The view is nice at the top,

but one misstep
and it´s a very, very hard fall.

I´m looking forward
to the read.

I thought we had weeks
to finish this operation.

-Not now.
-JANET: We´ve got no choice.

Just write a report.
Who cares what it is?

-It has to be real.
-It has to save his neck.

-That´s all.
-JANET: No, it doesn´t.

I won´t write anything
unless I can defend it.

He can´t force me
to play his game.

Well, he obviously is,
judging by this meeting.

This isn´t just about
the attorney-general.

The victims´ families
are out there.

Parents, siblings,
partners, children.

And if we´re gonna
stop the shooting,

the commission
does need the big answers.

We need to find a way
to get to someone

who knows who brought in
that first lot of guns,

and if no one´s picking up
the container,

that someone is Felix.

Now, Bianca,
if you can get Felix

to name the person who shot him,
that opens up everything.

But now I need him fast.

The long game was to let him
form an attachment to Steph,

let that grow
into emotional commitment,

then make that bond so tight
he couldn´t say no.

-And the short game?
-Do we have one?

BIANCA:
It´ll have to be something big.

Life or death, probably.
Sudden. Now.

If he genuinely believed I was
gonna die without help,

and he couldn´t help me himself,
maybe then.

ANDY: A kidnap?
That could work.

No coulds. What will work
beyond reasonable doubt.

It´s got to be simple.
And hard. In your face.

And I need an ex.

I think he´s got to see him in
action, not just hear about him.

Any sign yet?

Hey, what´s this?

It´s okay, it´s for the job.

-ANDY: Is it makeup?
-Jesus.

BIANCA:
Not this time.

Felix might touch it,
put ice on it.

Makeup would run.
It had to be real.

ANDY:
What, so -- so who...

No, it doesn´t matter.
It´s done.

-Did you know about this?
-No.

So she did that to herself?

What, just picked a fight
in a pub?

BIANCA: Don´t worry.
It´s happened.

ANDY:
Does Janet know you --

Just go with it, okay?

How it happened doesn´t matter.

Felix has to think you did it.
That´s what matters.

Okay, he´s coming.

Here we go.

ANDY:
I don´t know

why I´ve got to wait here
all day, Steph!

I don´t fucking know!

Hey?!

So why don´t you tell me what
you told the royal commission?

-Why don´t you tell me?
-I didn´t tell them anything.

ANDY:
Just stop lying to me!

[ Sobbing ] I´m not.
I´m not.

You´ve been lying to me
all bloody week!

Hey, it´s pretty bloody simple.

Just tell me what you told
the royal commission.

That´s all you got to do.
Just tell me.

BIANCA:
Didn´t tell them anything.

Will you stop lying to me?!
Hey?

How come you got out so quick
if you didn´t talk?

-How?
-I don´t know.

ANDY: Well, because you talked,
didn´t you?

You talked!
I know you said something.

-Everyone knows.
-You´re hurting me!

So all you got to do
is tell me what you said.

BIANCA: I didn´t...

You want
some more of this, huh?

I got plenty more
where this came from.

Please stop it.

-[ Click ]
-[ Gasps ]

Tomorrow this is
gonna be loaded,

and we´re not going through
this shit again at all, okay?

Right, bitch?
You get where I´m going?

[ Sobbing ]

Come on.
I´ll get you to hospital.

[ Sobbing ] No, no, I can walk.
It´s okay.

FELIX:
What sort of a person...

Still think we should have gone
with the harmless little report.

BIANCA: I can´t stop him.
I can´t do anything.

Well, let´s see
if it works first.

FELIX:
It´s gonna be okay.

I can´t stop him.
I can´t.

FELIX: It´s okay.
It´s gonna be okay.

Okay?
It´s all right.

It´s okay.

BIANCA:
Thanks for going with it.

Let´s hope
it´s not for nothing.

She just threw
the mother of all curveballs.

I´ll talk to her.

[ Knocks on door ]

Thanks.

You should see
the other guy.

Well, you sure
gave Andy a fright.

We had one shot
at getting that name,

changing his entire belief
system so that he´d give it up.

I had to cover all bases --

psychological threats,
physical damage.

Who did this to you?

Look, it´s the job.

No one´s breached
the Crimes Act here.

I couldn´t live with myself

knowing there´s more
we could have done.

Now we wait.

Did Filippetti do the trick?

Yes, it did,
thank you very much.

Drugs in the living room,
no proof of ownership.

Keisha is very relieved
now that the cameras are gone.

Hey, hey.
Where have you been?

Just, um, looking into
that breach in the security.

Ruling out possibilities,
checking on the container.

I´m, uh, I´m pretty busy.
I´ve got to go.

BIANCA:
I begged Felix so hard.

It was shameless.

I said, "Whoever shot you
had to be scarier than my ex."

I didn´t want a name,
I just wanted someone

to get this abusive dickhead
out of my life...

-[ Cellphone chimes ]
-...before he kills me.

He´s coming
to Steph´s house tomorrow.

The guy who shot Felix.

He´s coming.

-We -- We got him.
-Good.

Good! Okay.

Well, um, I should go back
to my room so I can...

No. Um...

Please stay.

The least I can do is --
is look after you.

You need to at least ice that
all through the night, right?

A bit of TLC
for the wounded warrior.

Hopefully there´s some ice here.

Yes.

Look, I know the job´s about

getting close
to dangerous people,

but even you have to
admit that...

...this is
a different league, yeah?

Just trying to impress you,
Janet.

Well, it worked.

-Ow!
-Shit, sorry.

[ Laughs ]

You little shit.

Thank you.

This is nice.

Hey, you know
we´re still gonna miss

the attorney-general´s
24-hour deadline.

Oh, fuck him.
You need to sleep.

And I...

I will keep watch.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Footsteps ]

[ Knock on door ]

JANET: [ Gasps ]

What?

[ Knock on door ]

Okay, what?
Yes?

MAN:
Ms. Janet King?

Who is this?

I´m agent Steven Moore from
the State Corruption Commission.

We have a search warrant
for these premises.

JANET:
I beg your pardon.

Hang on.
What are you...

We have authority
to confiscate all phones,

computers, and devices

capable of storing
or transmitting

digital information.

-What is this about?
-Hers too.

Ms. King,
we have anonymous information

regarding serious
corrupt behavior

which could result
in criminal charges.

Further details about
this matter will be forthcoming

at a preliminary hearing of
the State Corruption Commission

on a date to be fixed.

Thanks for your cooperation.

What the hell´s going on?

I don´t know.
This must be Lincoln Priest.

If this is the AG,
this is pretty bloody serious.

How do they know you´re here?

This is supposed to be
a secure facility.

Let´s -- Let´s talk
about this later.

You go. We need to keep going
with this undercover op.

They took yours too?

-LINA: My phone.
-Laptops, iPads.

-Okay. What about you?
-No.

No, it´s just me and Lina.

Feeling a bit left out,
actually.

LINA:
What is it about?

Look, I don´t know,
and I´m sorry.

I know the type of exchanges
people have on their phones.

I´ll do what I can to stop them
becoming public, I promise.

In the meantime,
let´s just keep going.

Owen?

[ Vehicle door opens ]

[ Vehicle door closes ]

How´d you sleep?
Looks like it hurt.

Luckily winners don´t feel
the pain as much.

You ready?

And what the hell happened
this morning?

I mean,
were you caught up in that?

BIANCA: Yeah.
They took my phone.

ANDY: [ Sighs ]

Did you know about
the corruption commission?

What?

Anonymous information.
That´s what they said.

Call me suspicious, but it
smacks of insider info, and --

Cut the bullshit, Janet.
I´m on your side.

Really?
I´ve heard that before.

Yeah, I´m working for you.

Obviously Lincoln´s behind it.
It´s got nothing to do with me.

Okay, okay.
Here he is.

ANDY:
I told you, Steph.

I told you I need to know
what you told them.

I need to know
what you told them, okay?

I didn´t tell them anything.

ANDY:
Tell me what you said!

I don´t know
what you´ve told them!

-I need to know, Steph.
-Please don´t hurt me!

ANDY: I need to know!

I know you said something.
I know you said something.

Tell me what it is.

Fuck.

-Brett.
-[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Line ringing ]

-[ Cellphone ringing ]
-[ Knock on door ]

It´s Brett Bonar.

He knows you´re a cop.
Don´t let him in.

[ Door opens ]

[ Gunshots ]

He´s dead.

BAHMAN:
This royal commission of yours

is set up to protect us
from gun violence?

Shame on you, Ms. King!

God forbid you do anything
that might upset your boss!

This has got nothing to do
with Janet.

You do what she tells you
all the time, Richard.

Yeah, she´s usually right!

EMBRY: Our searches through
your personal devices

have confirmed the allegation
has substance.

If behavior looks, sounds,
or smells corrupt,

then it probably is.

Jesus, Janet, you do not want
another court case now.

We will provide security.

You got me to sign
my own death warrant.