Jack Irish (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Jack Irish - full transcript
As Jack discovers more about Eddie's and Lakshmi's deaths, he isn't sure who he can trust.
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I want you to tell me
why Eddie Chin
and Lakshmi Agarwal are dead.
They killed them.
We've had an anonymous tip-off
regarding the marital status
of Ms. Blossom.
Let my wife go!
I did warn you about going
on the stewards panel, Cyn.
They shot at me and my kids,
Harry.
I need to find the migration
agent at Meritus College.
Denis Bontempelli,
Sydney Road, Brunswick.
You could start by telling me
when Javed Nazeem
was supposed to be deported.
Day after Lakshmi Agarwal died.
- They all were.
- How many are we talking?
Twenty, including the dead girl.
"I have been made to feel
so welcome here.
This almost feels like home."
The death certificate is dated
before the letter.
How can that be?
I have to bring Lakshmi home
to put her ashes in the river.
Happiness is on its way.
I saw it written on a wall
just outside your office.
I checked with
the coroner's office.
There was no autopsy.
It's against
the family's religion.
Really?
No more warnings.
Enjoy the walk.
Okay.
Lakshmi, please rate
the following
on a scale of one to five,
with one being
"strongly disagree"
and five "strongly agree."
"I wake up and get out of bed
eager to start a new day."
Mm, four, maybe two on Mondays.
"I refuse to give up,
no matter how tough things get."
Five.
"I feel irrationally upset
at a close friend's success."
Uh...
...one.
"Almost everyone lies
on their tax returns."
Mm, five.
Although in India, we just have
very good accountants.
On a scale of one to ten,
are you very happy,
somewhat happy, not happy,
with one being...
Eleven.
Irish.
Bernadette.
How are you?
No, I haven't quite had
the chance
to file with the Supreme Court
yet.
I was thinking more
your sort of garden-variety
local council boundary surveyor.
What are you planning on growing
in your six centimeters
of extra land?
No, I realize it's
a much bigger issue.
Border protection.
Julian Burnside?
You could see if he's available.
Possibly a little overqualified
for...
Geoffrey Robertson?
Well, that's also a thought.
Possibly also
a little bit overqualified
for a residential fence dispute.
No, no.
I-I take this very seriously.
You're accusing a government
department of abduction.
Given the fact
that I was abducted
10 minutes after I left
their building,
I'd say there's a connection.
Long bow.
Can you at least
just run the plates?
The car's in a paddock
in Mansfield.
You know, it's a nice place,
Mansfield.
I took the missus there once
for a caravan holiday.
But I got to tell you,
I don't get why people like
caravan holidays.
You get everything and everyone
that drives you nuts
in your own house
and you cram it all
in one tiny little space.
I take it you're not gonna
follow up on this.
Oh, no. I'm putting a 30-man
unit on it as we speak, Jack.
This kind of case is exactly how
we should spend our resources.
You, uh, ready for
the team-alignment meeting?
Yeah. Yeah. Of course.
Yeah.
Good opportunity to leverage
your core competency, Barry.
Yeah.
Great opportunity, Simon.
Can I at least have
a glass of water?
Yeah. There's a filter under the
sign that says "Homicide Squad."
Give us a call
when they murder you, Jack.
Maybe then I can help you out.
Ah. Lovely.
- Thank you.
- Mm.
I spoke
to the Australian Embassy.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
Adoption's gonna take forever.
It's a minefield of bureaucracy.
Maybe this loose arrangement
is okay.
I can see Fatma whenever I want.
But, darling, the adoption
is all you could talk about
- for a year.
- I know.
But it means going back
to Melbourne,
weathering millions of forms
and countless interviews.
And even then,
there's no guarantee, so...
Who would have believed this?
Someone in Manila has found
my old glasses
and incorporated them
into this vegetable noodle dish.
And you thought
those hideous things were lost.
Yes. Yes, I did.
And then I said they might have
fallen behind the bookcase.
And you explained
you'd already looked there.
Thoroughly!
And now they found their way
into this dish.
Hm!
Glass noodles.
Your celebrant
had uncompleted units
in stagecraft and pastoral care.
Well, she had a, uh,
a maypole and a ring box.
She was the real deal.
Except she wasn't registered.
But... But Cherry is my wife,
in name and in heart.
But not in law.
So what's... That's it, is it?
You put a man's life to an end
and you just say it's the law.
Well, who are you to judge me...
...lan Knight?
Who are you to cast doubt
- on my marriage, on my love...
- Like I said,
not a marriage if the celebrant
has an incomplete Cert IV.
Ian... lan, do you walk
through your door
a-and feel a warmth rising
from your ankles?
Rising up until your entire body
is glowing?
Do you have someone to hold you
at night
when the world around you
is just spinning out of control?
Who yells at you, lan, when you
mix the whites with the colors?
Because that's what I had.
Everything all right here?
You have to give my wife back
her visa.
She's done nothing wrong.
Ms. Blossom's place of residence
was a pub
with multiple bedrooms,
where she was working seven days
a week without a work permit.
Someone reported her,
Mr. Collins,
and unfortunately
their suspicions are confirmed.
S-Someone who?
I'm afraid that's classified.
Hello?
- Hi. My name's Jack Irish. I...
- Who?
Who the hell are you
and what are you doing
with my daughter's phone?
I'm a friend of your father's.
I actually spoke at his funeral.
I think I might have inherited
something that belongs to you.
Inherited? What the hell
are you talking about?
What happened to you?
Oh, I got assaulted and thrown
in the boot of a car.
And you tell me not to bullshit.
So you thought you'd just Airbnb
at my place, did you?
No.
You pay for Airbnb.
- I'm couch surfing.
- Right.
So those dishes are just gonna
surf their way into the sink.
Eventually, when they're ready.
Gulls migrate.
Salmon swim upstream.
Runaways return
to their parents.
I just spoke to your mum
on the phone.
Yeah. Awesome.
Apparently you're supposed to be
spending two weeks
with your dad.
Listen, if there's
some kind of issue there
or you want to talk about
something...
Jesus.
Seriously, please don't.
Ooh.
Mate, have you got a, um,
a shovel I could borrow?
For all that manual tabor
that you do?
I realized yesterday
that I do not own
one single piece of equipment
that real men own.
Real men have tools, Jack,
and I all have
is a smash-and-blend juicer,
a coffee machine,
and a battery-operated
nasal-hair trimmer.
You do realize
it's a federal offense
to open somebody else's mail.
Yeah. It's a force of habit.
It's not like I read them.
Hey, mate, I had absolutely no
idea you were seeing a shrink.
Where are you going?
For a swim upstream.
All right.
So back to your dad's?
What's the shovel for?
Men's retreat.
You dig your own grave
and lie in it.
And you're paying for this?
They say it's only
when you look death in the eye
that you can move forward
with your life.
You should come along.
It's not cheap, but it's
a bargain compared to that.
Oh, you're kidding me.
I had a conference call at 6:00.
The timetable isn't
an exact science, Phillip.
What are they doing on there?
My time, my rules.
If you boys are not off there
in three seconds,
the controllers go in the bin.
One. Two.
Rory Finch.
- Rory, it's Jack.
- Oh, hi.
- Uh, I need to see you.
- Of course.
How about that place
near your office at 7007?
Uh, yeah,
we should be able to do that.
- Great.
- I'll see you soon.
Who was that?
I've got to get to the school.
I forgot it's Spencer's
parent-teacher night.
No.
Dad, Phillip's gonna be
making you dinner tonight, okay?
No, I won't.
Changeover was at 6:00.
You're on. I'm off.
Fine. Then neither of us will go
to parent-teacher.
I hope he hasn't put
any onion in this.
No.
No, he hasn't.
Fine.
I'll go to parent-teacher.
Fine.
You go.
What's his teacher's name?
I can't have onion!
I'm making cazuela man so.
It has onion in it.
Can you just pick it out
for him?
No, I can't take it out.
It's finely chopped.
Oh, for God's sake, Phillip.
The man is dying.
Can you just humor him?
Like I haven't been doing that
my entire fucking adult life.
See you soon, kids!
- Bye.
- Bye.
I take it you don't have
Internet banking
or private health insurance.
So...
I'm assuming we're not here
to discuss your mental health.
Look, 19 students
who attended Meritus College
with Eddie and Lakshmi
were all deported
the day after Lakshmi died.
One of them got away,
and then he turns up at some
random Doncaster office block
waving a knife around.
Javed Nazeem.
Did you know him?
He was all over the news.
He wasn't a patient of yours,
was he?
Is that a no?
You really struggle
with this whole confidentiality
thing, don't you?
Javed had something
he wanted to tell me,
and our meeting got cut short,
so I need to talk to him.
So how do you plan
on doing that?
Well, he's an illegal.
They'll be holding him
in some detention center
before he's deported, I imagine.
No one gets access
to those places.
Oh, come on. There's got to be
a way, doesn't there?
Why don't you just go
to the police, Jack?
Tried that.
Then go to the media.
Tell them a private school
and immigration
are doing dodgy deals.
Expose the bastards.
Dodgy deal doesn't really
explain why Eddie Chin
got murdered halfway through his
delivery round, though, does it?
How well did you know
Eddie Chin?
He was my courier.
So you're close
with your garbage collector
- and your gas meter reader too?
- Yes.
They've promised to name their
first-born children after me.
- So I wanted to...
- So you're not doing...
Just so you know...
My husband and I'm sorry!,
we're.. bird-nesting.
- Bird-nesting?
- Mm-hmm.
Keeping the family home intact
while the parents
are not together.
We fly in and out,
and we ensure the kids have
continuity and stability.
Like an oil rig
for relationships.
Something like that.
With the occasional explosion.
Okay.
I just wanted to be clear
about my relationship status
so you don't think that I was...
- Flirting with me?
- No.
That would be unethical.
Well, I think
we can safely assume
that at 300 bucks an hour,
I am no longer your patient.
Dougie here has got something
to say.
Haven't you, Dougie?
Sorry about shooting up
your place, Cyn.
There.
He said it.
It was a-a moment of passion.
Fire in the belly,
blood boiling,
a-a man driven to the edge
by injustice.
There's over $1,000 worth
of damage.
On... On the positive side,
Dougie used to be a plasterer.
I don't want him near my kids.
The man's a mouse, Cyn.
Look at him.
Does that look like a man
that would have drugged horses?
If... If he was, he wouldn't
have shot at the ceiling.
He would have massacred
the lot of you in your beds.
Oh, yeah. No.
You're right, Harry.
Such admirable restraint.
Come on, Cyn.
Let the man repair your cornice.
Now he's apologized,
it's your turn.
Jack.
How are you?
I'm good.
How are you?
Yeah, great.
Long time.
Yeah.
Given the word count
of this conversation,
maybe next time
we should just text.
Listen.
I've got a story for you.
- Have you?
- Yeah.
- I think it's really big.
- Really?
It's about a private college
that's promising to educate
international students.
- It's just taking their money.
- Jack, one, I'm in Manila.
There's been two deaths
and a cover-up.
Two, all editors want
is click ability,
so, uh, you'll lose them
on international students,
dead or alive, unless one
of them's a Kardashian.
Three, even if you expose
corruption,
someone will call it fake news.
Do you know how I
and 90% of all other journalists
make money now?
It's puff pieces.
Real investigative news died
with the Internet.
Or are you not up to date
with that invention yet?
So that's a no, is it?
- Yes.
- But that was a yes.
Yes, that was a no, Jack.
Linda, I...
- What's he got?
- Oh, I don't know. I don't care.
Really?
You didn't get the details?
What ever happened
to this beautiful woman
who wandered onto my rooftop
three years ago,
insisting she was a serious,
award-winning journalist?
She met a lazy, ill-dressed man,
and it kind of ruined her life.
Mm.
Well, that's a shame.
She would have walked over
hot coals for a real story.
If you could get off my case.
Literally.
I've got a flight to catch
and a much more important story
to tell about
Devi Gupta's new musical.
Wait. Wait.
I've got something.
Here.
I found it in a cereal box.
Nearly choked on it.
I thought you might find
a good use for it.
I spoke to the embassy.
Why didn't you tell me they...
They wanted us to be married?
You'd do that for her?
I'd do it for you.
Well, come on.
Don't make me wait.
My knees might not survive.
And I can get money back
on the ring
if I return it in 24 hours.
In some other news, the
minister for homeland security
has announced
that Doncaster terrorist
and illegal immigrant
Javed Nazeem
will be deported to India
within the next 48 hours.
Well, this is another example
of why this government
has increased vital safeguards.
Thorough screening is of utmost
importance to national security.
Without such security measures
in place,
we open our doors
to the threat of terrorism.
This government is committed
to ensuring
events of this nature
never take place.
Psst!
Drew, is that you?
He's in number three.
Oh, okay.
Thanks, mate.
Drew!
- Fuck!
- It's Jack.
Jack?!
Y-You can't go calling out
a bloke's name
when he's lying in a grave.
I thought you were God!
You nearly gave me
a heart attack!
- At least you're prepared.
- You're too late, mate.
We spent all afternoon
digging these things.
- It's not like there's a spare.
- It's okay.
Listen, how do I get
into a detention center?
You drove all the way out here
to ask me that?
You're a lawyer.
Yeah.
I do conveyancing.
You've had more experience
with these kind of cases.
There's a guy
on terrorism charges,
so the usual drill
is they question him for days,
they get a list of his contacts,
he goes to trial,
- and they ship him back, right?
- Yes.
Well, they're not doing
any of that.
Shh! I'm trying to die here!
- How do I get to talk to him?
- Well, you can't.
The detainee has to ask
for your services directly,
on an official form,
in writing, in triplicate.
And how does he do that
from detention?
Precisely.
They make it impossible
for the poor bastards
to get representation.
Right.
How long are you planning
on being dead?
Got another 12 hours.
Then apparently you reach
breaking point
and discover what's really
of value in your life.
Right.
A comfortable bed, I'd imagine.
Yeah.
You don't happen to have
a throat lozenge on you, do you?
Shin! We're supposed to be dead!
That guy's been a pain
in the arse since we got here.
Relax, mate! You're gonna
ruin the experience!
All right.
Rest in peace.
Yeah.
You sure one's enough, Jack?
I can get more.
There's a whole hand
where this came from.
Hi, Denis.
I thought we were quid pro quo
last time.
Yeah.
Just a couple more questions.
- I'm calling the police.
- Sure.
Dialing finger.
I told you everything I know
last time.
I reckon you probably know more
than you think.
You might surprise
yourself, Denis.
It's amazing the amount of
knowledge people pick up
over a lifetime.
I often know the answers
on quiz shows.
Now, when the students arrive
in the country,
you hold their passports here.
- Is that right?
- The height of Mount Kosciuszko.
They asked that once.
I knew it.
2,228 meters.
Bloke didn't know.
But when they leave the country,
they obviously take
their passports with them, yeah?
If they don't leave the country
and they go on the run, perhaps,
like Javed Nazeem, for example,
his passport still remains here
with you, I imagine.
How do you feel about writing
a little letter for me
to the admissions officer?
Use 'em or fucking lose 'em,
Denis.
"To the admissions officer.
I, Javed Nazeem, appoint the
services of Jack Irish, LLB..."
"...to represent me in a matter
pertaining to my current
status of detention,
I declare that I as a resident
of India, visited Australia..."
UNC3462 has already got
a court-appointed attorney.
Unlawful Non-Citizen.
- Next.
- Hang on.
Javed Nazeem contacted me.
He's not happy
with that appointment,
so he's exercising his right
to a private option.
Why would I have his passport
if I wasn't representing him?
You're gonna have to wait
a lifetime to get that approved.
I'm not in a hurry, mate.
You sure?
Really?
Okay.
Jack Irish.
Sign in.
Place your phone and keys
in the tub.
Uh, can I use your pen?
Javed, I'm not... I'm not sure
if you remember me.
I'm... I'm Jack Irish.
We were supposed to meet.
Shakti said you had something
to tell me.
Do... Do you remember
what that was?
Javed.
Javed, can you speak English,
mate?
You might be the last person
around who can help me.
I don't know what you're saying,
mate.
Hey.
It's okay.
What is that?
Javed.
Jack.
We need to talk.
I'm required by law
to sign a privacy document.
The government needs
an independent
mental-health assessment
of detainees before deportation.
I've been called in
on numerous occasions...
I specifically asked you...
I specifically told you
that I couldn't tell you.
So you were brought in to assess
the students being deported.
Who exactly is on trial here?
I don't know.
You tell me.
I protect the privacy
of vulnerable people
because I care about them, Jack.
That's my job.
Forgive me for putting them
ahead of you
and your completely unofficial
investigation.
Well, then you should be
concerned to know
that Javed Nazeem is seemingly
in some permanent psychosis.
- They let you see him?
- Yeah.
How did you get into
a detention center?
- What did you prescribe him?
- Nothing.
He was like that
when I found him.
I asked to see
his medical chart.
He'd been prescribed an
extremely high dose of clozapine
on admission.
It's... It's an anti psychotic.
And who gave him that?
I don't know.
The chart wasn't signed.
The chart wasn't signed?
Don't you think that's weird?
Whoever it was clearly didn't
want Javed telling anybody
what he knows.
Jack... I know it's hard when
you see injustice to walk away,
especially given your past...
Oh, don't psychoanalyze me,
please.
I don't want another bill.
All I'm saying is the challenge
for you moving forward
is to know
when to let things go.
Well, that's the best advice
you've given me, so thank you.
I'm gonna back
Dandelion Dreamer.
Eight to one.
She's got good form coming in.
Jack, if I ever want racing tips
from you, check me into a home.
Put your money on Crimson Tide
for a place.
It's long bloody odds.
Jack, trust the experts.
Yeah.
All right.
Dandelion Dreamer's
hanging on from Serendipity,
and Dandelion Dreamer's just
going to win from Serendipity.
Midnight Boss has got a third,
with Crimson Tide wide out,
finishing fourth.
Looks like you owe me 300 bucks,
Harry.
I really could have used
that money.
We have a call
for jockey B. Cavelli,
the rider of Dandelion Dreamer,
to attend the steward's room
as soon as possible.
Cavelli weighed in light.
Dandelion's disqualified,
which bumps Crimson Tide
up to third.
Give the man 1,500.
Well played, Jack.
Spend it wisely.
- Two trainers banned.
- One, plus Dougie.
Now B. Cavelli out for 20 meets.
It's got to be building up
to something big.
This stinks, even for racing.
Yeah, but he's a, you know,
thorough operator.
I mean, doping and fiddling
with weights.
What's gonna be his next scam?
Did you see anyone else
put money on Crimson Tide?
There was a woman
and her daughter
put on a couple of thousand.
Someone must have paid you well
to weigh in light, Bruce.
It's got nothing to do with me,
Cam.
Someone must have fiddled
with me saddle cloth.
Got somewhere to be, do you?
Just going home to the missus.
Ibiza? Spain?
Nice this time of year.
Yeah. Me weather app reckons
28 every day.
So you choose the middle
of the racing season
to piss off overseas
and have a holiday?
Someone must have paid you well.
I'm telling you the truth.
She didn't pay me anything.
Harry, three o'clock.
I'd recognize those pins
anywhere.
It's not a good idea
to start bullshitting me,
you little ferret.
Mr. Agarwal, please accept
my sincerest apologies.
The coroner told us the delay
was due to a bureaucratic bungle
with customs,
and they've...
She has been sitting on a shelf
without an address.
I see.
Lakshmi was a beautiful girl,
Mr. Agarwal.
She can now find the peace
she deserves.
Who gave you that?
The college.
Why the hell
would they have them?
Mrs. Khurana.
She told me there were issues
with customs.
I know I'm just a poor man,
but I'm not a fool.
Lakshmi's letter... a lie.
College, accommodation...
All, everything lies.
How can I believe
anything they tell me now?
Jack...
...you are the only one
who I can trust.
Please, take this.
And you find out the truth
for me, hmm?
How long are you here for,
Ajeet?
My flight is tomorrow... 3:00.
Oh, right.
Um, listen.
Why don't I pick you up
at 12:00, eh?
But I will not leave
without Lakshmi.
Irish.
What now?
Well, apparently she spent
the night in a clothing bin.
You said you were going
to your dad's.
You said you were locked
in a car boot.
Thanks.
Who's that?
It may or may not be
an Indian girl
who's walked in front of a bus.
I don't know why I bother
asking.
This your dad's place?
Gus.
You don't have to come in.
Oh, actually I think I might.
Nice house.
You really think it's okay
to keep breaking into people's
homes that aren't yours?
I didn't.
So who are they, then?
That's not your family, is it?
Gus, give me your dad's number.
I'm gonna call him.
Gus.
Gus.
Is this your dad?
Where is he?
Bali.
With his wife and their kids.
Why didn't you go with them?
Didn't want to go.
Why don't you stay here
all the time?
Big house to yourself.
Every teenager's dream,
isn't it?
Like you said, it's not my home.
Kensington Street
Medical Centre.
One moment, please.
Well, I pride myself
on restoring my patients
back to full health, Jack,
but, uh, this might be
beyond me.
I need someone to find out
if they're human for me.
I take it this is not
a property-dispute case.
No.
Listen. My neck's still
giving me a bit of grief.
I'm sure it is.
Well, give me something,
will you?
There are a thousand doctors
who would.
You have to ask yourself
why you keep coming back to me.
Yeah, I do ask myself that...
Hourly.
I spoke to your psychiatrist,
Jack.
A lovely woman
and a highly regarded doctor
who is very interested
in your well-being.
We both decided
that prescription medicine
was not the solution
to your woes.
Let's just hope she can sort you
out before you turn into these.
Yeah?
Yes.
Okay.
What about some of this?
Whatever this is.
Just because I take
their merchandise
doesn't mean I prescribe
their drugs.
Take it.
Might prevent skin cancer.
Great.
What are you doing?
Hello, Daddy.
Hello.
Is Cherry Blossom there?
No, but I could be Cherry
Blossom if you want me to be.
Oh.
Oh, don't be shy.
What's your name, big boy?
Hey, you got to feel
for the poor bugger.
He'll get over it.
Yeah, but it's not easy
having your wife scuttle off
like that.
Yeah.
But at the same time,
pies are back.
Yeah.
Uh, everyone, this is Gus.
Gus is Charlie's granddaughter.
Ah!
Gus, meet Eric, Wilbur,
and Stan.
Hi, Gus.
At least if you set fire
to this place,
Stan will get the insurance
for it.
What?
Can I have my usual
and a lemonade? Thanks.
Uh, yeah.
So, you want to tell me
why you tried to burn down
a perfectly good
doctor's surgery?
"Gus is depressed."”
"Gus has an eating disorder."
"Gus isn't coping."
They never think they're
the ones with the problem,
and I'm the one
who has to deal with it.
Well, maybe you should
tell them that.
You talked to Mum?
- What about your dad?
- No. He's a dick.
Well, maybe I could talk to him.
He's not interested, okay?
He's got a new family.
Mum thinks he looks after me,
but I never stay with him.
Whenever I came over
for the school holidays,
I always stayed with Opa.
At least he didn't talk.
Unless you count
personal criticism,
and half of it being in German.
Yeah. He only did that
to people he liked.
Well, I'm sure he did it to you,
then, too.
He was pretty harsh
about my dovetail joints.
He was harsh
about every one of my joints.
"You call this a finger joint?
Is it wearing mittens?
Oh, hello, Daddy.
No. No.
Go away.
It's good to see you again.
Wrong number.
How about you try an underscore
between Cherry and Blossom?
Underscore, you reckon, eh?
Okay.
- Oh, there?
- Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Okay.
Oh, thank you, Gus.
Oh. Uh, y-yes, mate.
Is there a Cherry Blossom there?
What... What's he saying?
Sounds like he's going on about
what a great son-in-law you are.
There is a canker in our midst,
an infection in the vein,
an ulcer in the muscle.
Someone rang the authorities
about Cherry.
And if there one thing I will
not tolerate at The Prince,
it's treason!
Mark my words...
I will find out who it was.
Because once you've had
what I've had, you fight for it.
Cherry and me have got
the kind of love...
Well, they... they write songs
about it.
You're not gonna sing one
for us, though, are you, Stan?
No!
Oh, yes. No.
Yeah, yeah.
That's right.
L-Laugh at my expense.
Do you even know what love is,
Jack?
The answer is no,
and ['ll tell you why.
Because you have
the emotional life of an amoeba!
Aw.
- I'm on your side with this one.
- No bloody idea.
Although that's not really fair
to the amoeba.
Come on, Gus.
Let's go.
I'm fine here.
Yeah. Yeah. Look.
The lass can stay with us, Jack.
Yeah.
Well, it's been a long time
since I had the pleasure
of the company of a young lady.
Hey, boss.
How'd you go
with the limo company?
Got a hold
of the client's residence.
I'm just outside her window
at the moment.
Hey.
I got to go.
Harry.
Red jacket.
Our mystery woman loves golf
and is extremely close
to her daughter.
Ricky bloody Kirsch!
Yep.
Irish.
Just confirming
the tree is dead.
What?
Your property-dispute case.
I got the results back.
Oh. Right.
And?
Nothing human in those ashes.
Right.
Thought so.
Oh, and, Jack,
the forensic testing cost $300.
Yeah.
Course it did.
What's the pickup address?
Hang on. Hang on.
Hang on.
Yep.
I'm sorry about the fire
in the bin, too.
See ya.
So not a fun day today?
It's Wednesday.
Wouldn't it be more efficient
if everybody hated their work?
Because then they'd rush
through it to get home quicker.
Hey, have you ever read
the Harvard study on happiness?
Negative energy is contagious,
so if you haven't got
anything positive to say,
maybe you could leave.
Even if you do,
could you still leave?
Listen.
I found this list inside a pen.
It's got all the deported
students' names on it.
Meredith?
Hey.
I don't really think you put in
much effort last week.
I mean, it's not a criticism.
It is just an observation.
What do you reckon
all the A's and P's are?
I don't know, Jack.
Academic grades, probably.
No matter what your opinion
of the theme, Miles,
the key word here
is "participation.”
What is "Outlander," anyway?
It's a groundbreaking
feminist time-travel series
that subverts the male gaze.
I know you and your boyfriend
are having issues, Jason,
but maybe instead of bringing
those into work,
you could bring in a kilt
and a smile.
Anyway, about the list.
Will you take a look?
I'll give you a call.
When you can't go to Ibiza,
let Ibiza come to you, I say.
Dig in, Bruce.
You decided to share our
little secret, did you, Brucey?
I didn't say nothing.
No?
Then why was the man
you were talking to at the races
in my front garden?
Don't know.
Hey!
That's what you get
when you cross Ricky Kirsch!
Thank you. Just one moment.
Jennifer.
Mr. Agarwal.
Now you think
you can just fob me off?
Please.
Don't lie to me!
Okay.
I am not lying to you, Mr...
What are you doing?
What...
Yeah.
- Jack?
- Yeah.
The names on the list.
I can send you
their student files
and the courses they studied,
but I can't trace them to India.
You'll need someone
on the ground.
There are 500 Neerja Mangeshkars
in Uttar Pradesh alone.
Well, thanks for trying.
Wait.
Jack?
There's something else.
Hi.
It's a bit of a long shot.
I'm trying to track
someone down.
Name?
Uh, if I had his name, I
wouldn't need to track him down.
He's written this list.
Uh, what did he look like?
Uh, male, Caucasian,
middle-aged,
sort of brown hair.
Hardly any of them around here.
Yeah.
I don't suppose he was wearing
a white lab coat?
"Cause that would really
narrow it down.
Thanks.
You ready?
Don't want to miss your flight.
I told you, Jack.
I will not leave
without Lakshmi.
Come on, Ajeet.
Pack your bags.
There's nothing more
you can do, mate.
Run!
Run!
What the fuck?!
Sorry.
Let's go to the airport, eh?
I promised my wife,
and now I go home with nothing.
If I cannot bring her home
to the family,
Lakshmi, she will be lost
forever.
Passengers flying
Air India Flight 205 to Mumbai,
proceed to gate number 1
for boarding.
I promise you.
We'll get to the bottom of this.
As they say, Ms. Hillier, what
happens on set stays on set.
So you won't confirm
your on-set romance
with co-star Sunni Kamal?
How do you keep in shape for
such strenuous dance routines?
Thank you so much for asking.
I practice hat ha yoga
every morning for two hours.
Oh!
But can I tell you
the real secret
behind my glowing appearance?
I'm sure you're going to.
It is my new range
of skin-care products,
Aloe Sundar.
This moisturizer
keeps my skin nourished,
even under the harshest
of studio lights.
You can get it
directly from my website on...
Would you excuse me
for one moment?
Sorry.
Thanks.
Yeah?
Yeah, I'll do it.
Give me the details.
Oh, great.
Well, there's 18 people
I need to locate in India.
- India?
- Yeah.
I need to know if they're alive
and if they're not,
how they've died.
You want me to travel
5,000 kilometers
to locate 18 people
in a country of 1.3 billion?
Uh, yeah.
Okay.
Fine.
You'll cover my travel
and expenses, right?
Um, y-yeah. Fair enough.
When can you leave?
You're lucky. I'm already here
on a stupid junket anyway.
Take a screenshot of the names
and MMS me all the details.
- Oh.
- Just ask Simone.
Yeah.
T-Thanks.
I'm not gonna ask.
I'll just get this then, will 1?
Ah.
Couch surfing?
Mm.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Can we...
I wanted to say I'm sorry about
the unsolicited psychoanalysis.
It's a defense mechanism.
You were right.
I was flirting with you, and I
really shouldn't have been.
I have kids.
I have a full-time job.
Anything happening
between you and me
is completely out
of the question.
I mean, I dissect these things
for a living.
An affair is basically
just about the first kiss,
that forbidden, illicit moment.
After that, it's all downhill.
I don't want to waste my time
thinking about you
when I'm with my patients
or doing my kids' homework.
What's the point,
when in a few months
it's just gonna be over,
in some sordid hotel with...
Yeah.
That's all we needed to do,
really.
Maybe just one more to be sure?
---
I want you to tell me
why Eddie Chin
and Lakshmi Agarwal are dead.
They killed them.
We've had an anonymous tip-off
regarding the marital status
of Ms. Blossom.
Let my wife go!
I did warn you about going
on the stewards panel, Cyn.
They shot at me and my kids,
Harry.
I need to find the migration
agent at Meritus College.
Denis Bontempelli,
Sydney Road, Brunswick.
You could start by telling me
when Javed Nazeem
was supposed to be deported.
Day after Lakshmi Agarwal died.
- They all were.
- How many are we talking?
Twenty, including the dead girl.
"I have been made to feel
so welcome here.
This almost feels like home."
The death certificate is dated
before the letter.
How can that be?
I have to bring Lakshmi home
to put her ashes in the river.
Happiness is on its way.
I saw it written on a wall
just outside your office.
I checked with
the coroner's office.
There was no autopsy.
It's against
the family's religion.
Really?
No more warnings.
Enjoy the walk.
Okay.
Lakshmi, please rate
the following
on a scale of one to five,
with one being
"strongly disagree"
and five "strongly agree."
"I wake up and get out of bed
eager to start a new day."
Mm, four, maybe two on Mondays.
"I refuse to give up,
no matter how tough things get."
Five.
"I feel irrationally upset
at a close friend's success."
Uh...
...one.
"Almost everyone lies
on their tax returns."
Mm, five.
Although in India, we just have
very good accountants.
On a scale of one to ten,
are you very happy,
somewhat happy, not happy,
with one being...
Eleven.
Irish.
Bernadette.
How are you?
No, I haven't quite had
the chance
to file with the Supreme Court
yet.
I was thinking more
your sort of garden-variety
local council boundary surveyor.
What are you planning on growing
in your six centimeters
of extra land?
No, I realize it's
a much bigger issue.
Border protection.
Julian Burnside?
You could see if he's available.
Possibly a little overqualified
for...
Geoffrey Robertson?
Well, that's also a thought.
Possibly also
a little bit overqualified
for a residential fence dispute.
No, no.
I-I take this very seriously.
You're accusing a government
department of abduction.
Given the fact
that I was abducted
10 minutes after I left
their building,
I'd say there's a connection.
Long bow.
Can you at least
just run the plates?
The car's in a paddock
in Mansfield.
You know, it's a nice place,
Mansfield.
I took the missus there once
for a caravan holiday.
But I got to tell you,
I don't get why people like
caravan holidays.
You get everything and everyone
that drives you nuts
in your own house
and you cram it all
in one tiny little space.
I take it you're not gonna
follow up on this.
Oh, no. I'm putting a 30-man
unit on it as we speak, Jack.
This kind of case is exactly how
we should spend our resources.
You, uh, ready for
the team-alignment meeting?
Yeah. Yeah. Of course.
Yeah.
Good opportunity to leverage
your core competency, Barry.
Yeah.
Great opportunity, Simon.
Can I at least have
a glass of water?
Yeah. There's a filter under the
sign that says "Homicide Squad."
Give us a call
when they murder you, Jack.
Maybe then I can help you out.
Ah. Lovely.
- Thank you.
- Mm.
I spoke
to the Australian Embassy.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
Adoption's gonna take forever.
It's a minefield of bureaucracy.
Maybe this loose arrangement
is okay.
I can see Fatma whenever I want.
But, darling, the adoption
is all you could talk about
- for a year.
- I know.
But it means going back
to Melbourne,
weathering millions of forms
and countless interviews.
And even then,
there's no guarantee, so...
Who would have believed this?
Someone in Manila has found
my old glasses
and incorporated them
into this vegetable noodle dish.
And you thought
those hideous things were lost.
Yes. Yes, I did.
And then I said they might have
fallen behind the bookcase.
And you explained
you'd already looked there.
Thoroughly!
And now they found their way
into this dish.
Hm!
Glass noodles.
Your celebrant
had uncompleted units
in stagecraft and pastoral care.
Well, she had a, uh,
a maypole and a ring box.
She was the real deal.
Except she wasn't registered.
But... But Cherry is my wife,
in name and in heart.
But not in law.
So what's... That's it, is it?
You put a man's life to an end
and you just say it's the law.
Well, who are you to judge me...
...lan Knight?
Who are you to cast doubt
- on my marriage, on my love...
- Like I said,
not a marriage if the celebrant
has an incomplete Cert IV.
Ian... lan, do you walk
through your door
a-and feel a warmth rising
from your ankles?
Rising up until your entire body
is glowing?
Do you have someone to hold you
at night
when the world around you
is just spinning out of control?
Who yells at you, lan, when you
mix the whites with the colors?
Because that's what I had.
Everything all right here?
You have to give my wife back
her visa.
She's done nothing wrong.
Ms. Blossom's place of residence
was a pub
with multiple bedrooms,
where she was working seven days
a week without a work permit.
Someone reported her,
Mr. Collins,
and unfortunately
their suspicions are confirmed.
S-Someone who?
I'm afraid that's classified.
Hello?
- Hi. My name's Jack Irish. I...
- Who?
Who the hell are you
and what are you doing
with my daughter's phone?
I'm a friend of your father's.
I actually spoke at his funeral.
I think I might have inherited
something that belongs to you.
Inherited? What the hell
are you talking about?
What happened to you?
Oh, I got assaulted and thrown
in the boot of a car.
And you tell me not to bullshit.
So you thought you'd just Airbnb
at my place, did you?
No.
You pay for Airbnb.
- I'm couch surfing.
- Right.
So those dishes are just gonna
surf their way into the sink.
Eventually, when they're ready.
Gulls migrate.
Salmon swim upstream.
Runaways return
to their parents.
I just spoke to your mum
on the phone.
Yeah. Awesome.
Apparently you're supposed to be
spending two weeks
with your dad.
Listen, if there's
some kind of issue there
or you want to talk about
something...
Jesus.
Seriously, please don't.
Ooh.
Mate, have you got a, um,
a shovel I could borrow?
For all that manual tabor
that you do?
I realized yesterday
that I do not own
one single piece of equipment
that real men own.
Real men have tools, Jack,
and I all have
is a smash-and-blend juicer,
a coffee machine,
and a battery-operated
nasal-hair trimmer.
You do realize
it's a federal offense
to open somebody else's mail.
Yeah. It's a force of habit.
It's not like I read them.
Hey, mate, I had absolutely no
idea you were seeing a shrink.
Where are you going?
For a swim upstream.
All right.
So back to your dad's?
What's the shovel for?
Men's retreat.
You dig your own grave
and lie in it.
And you're paying for this?
They say it's only
when you look death in the eye
that you can move forward
with your life.
You should come along.
It's not cheap, but it's
a bargain compared to that.
Oh, you're kidding me.
I had a conference call at 6:00.
The timetable isn't
an exact science, Phillip.
What are they doing on there?
My time, my rules.
If you boys are not off there
in three seconds,
the controllers go in the bin.
One. Two.
Rory Finch.
- Rory, it's Jack.
- Oh, hi.
- Uh, I need to see you.
- Of course.
How about that place
near your office at 7007?
Uh, yeah,
we should be able to do that.
- Great.
- I'll see you soon.
Who was that?
I've got to get to the school.
I forgot it's Spencer's
parent-teacher night.
No.
Dad, Phillip's gonna be
making you dinner tonight, okay?
No, I won't.
Changeover was at 6:00.
You're on. I'm off.
Fine. Then neither of us will go
to parent-teacher.
I hope he hasn't put
any onion in this.
No.
No, he hasn't.
Fine.
I'll go to parent-teacher.
Fine.
You go.
What's his teacher's name?
I can't have onion!
I'm making cazuela man so.
It has onion in it.
Can you just pick it out
for him?
No, I can't take it out.
It's finely chopped.
Oh, for God's sake, Phillip.
The man is dying.
Can you just humor him?
Like I haven't been doing that
my entire fucking adult life.
See you soon, kids!
- Bye.
- Bye.
I take it you don't have
Internet banking
or private health insurance.
So...
I'm assuming we're not here
to discuss your mental health.
Look, 19 students
who attended Meritus College
with Eddie and Lakshmi
were all deported
the day after Lakshmi died.
One of them got away,
and then he turns up at some
random Doncaster office block
waving a knife around.
Javed Nazeem.
Did you know him?
He was all over the news.
He wasn't a patient of yours,
was he?
Is that a no?
You really struggle
with this whole confidentiality
thing, don't you?
Javed had something
he wanted to tell me,
and our meeting got cut short,
so I need to talk to him.
So how do you plan
on doing that?
Well, he's an illegal.
They'll be holding him
in some detention center
before he's deported, I imagine.
No one gets access
to those places.
Oh, come on. There's got to be
a way, doesn't there?
Why don't you just go
to the police, Jack?
Tried that.
Then go to the media.
Tell them a private school
and immigration
are doing dodgy deals.
Expose the bastards.
Dodgy deal doesn't really
explain why Eddie Chin
got murdered halfway through his
delivery round, though, does it?
How well did you know
Eddie Chin?
He was my courier.
So you're close
with your garbage collector
- and your gas meter reader too?
- Yes.
They've promised to name their
first-born children after me.
- So I wanted to...
- So you're not doing...
Just so you know...
My husband and I'm sorry!,
we're.. bird-nesting.
- Bird-nesting?
- Mm-hmm.
Keeping the family home intact
while the parents
are not together.
We fly in and out,
and we ensure the kids have
continuity and stability.
Like an oil rig
for relationships.
Something like that.
With the occasional explosion.
Okay.
I just wanted to be clear
about my relationship status
so you don't think that I was...
- Flirting with me?
- No.
That would be unethical.
Well, I think
we can safely assume
that at 300 bucks an hour,
I am no longer your patient.
Dougie here has got something
to say.
Haven't you, Dougie?
Sorry about shooting up
your place, Cyn.
There.
He said it.
It was a-a moment of passion.
Fire in the belly,
blood boiling,
a-a man driven to the edge
by injustice.
There's over $1,000 worth
of damage.
On... On the positive side,
Dougie used to be a plasterer.
I don't want him near my kids.
The man's a mouse, Cyn.
Look at him.
Does that look like a man
that would have drugged horses?
If... If he was, he wouldn't
have shot at the ceiling.
He would have massacred
the lot of you in your beds.
Oh, yeah. No.
You're right, Harry.
Such admirable restraint.
Come on, Cyn.
Let the man repair your cornice.
Now he's apologized,
it's your turn.
Jack.
How are you?
I'm good.
How are you?
Yeah, great.
Long time.
Yeah.
Given the word count
of this conversation,
maybe next time
we should just text.
Listen.
I've got a story for you.
- Have you?
- Yeah.
- I think it's really big.
- Really?
It's about a private college
that's promising to educate
international students.
- It's just taking their money.
- Jack, one, I'm in Manila.
There's been two deaths
and a cover-up.
Two, all editors want
is click ability,
so, uh, you'll lose them
on international students,
dead or alive, unless one
of them's a Kardashian.
Three, even if you expose
corruption,
someone will call it fake news.
Do you know how I
and 90% of all other journalists
make money now?
It's puff pieces.
Real investigative news died
with the Internet.
Or are you not up to date
with that invention yet?
So that's a no, is it?
- Yes.
- But that was a yes.
Yes, that was a no, Jack.
Linda, I...
- What's he got?
- Oh, I don't know. I don't care.
Really?
You didn't get the details?
What ever happened
to this beautiful woman
who wandered onto my rooftop
three years ago,
insisting she was a serious,
award-winning journalist?
She met a lazy, ill-dressed man,
and it kind of ruined her life.
Mm.
Well, that's a shame.
She would have walked over
hot coals for a real story.
If you could get off my case.
Literally.
I've got a flight to catch
and a much more important story
to tell about
Devi Gupta's new musical.
Wait. Wait.
I've got something.
Here.
I found it in a cereal box.
Nearly choked on it.
I thought you might find
a good use for it.
I spoke to the embassy.
Why didn't you tell me they...
They wanted us to be married?
You'd do that for her?
I'd do it for you.
Well, come on.
Don't make me wait.
My knees might not survive.
And I can get money back
on the ring
if I return it in 24 hours.
In some other news, the
minister for homeland security
has announced
that Doncaster terrorist
and illegal immigrant
Javed Nazeem
will be deported to India
within the next 48 hours.
Well, this is another example
of why this government
has increased vital safeguards.
Thorough screening is of utmost
importance to national security.
Without such security measures
in place,
we open our doors
to the threat of terrorism.
This government is committed
to ensuring
events of this nature
never take place.
Psst!
Drew, is that you?
He's in number three.
Oh, okay.
Thanks, mate.
Drew!
- Fuck!
- It's Jack.
Jack?!
Y-You can't go calling out
a bloke's name
when he's lying in a grave.
I thought you were God!
You nearly gave me
a heart attack!
- At least you're prepared.
- You're too late, mate.
We spent all afternoon
digging these things.
- It's not like there's a spare.
- It's okay.
Listen, how do I get
into a detention center?
You drove all the way out here
to ask me that?
You're a lawyer.
Yeah.
I do conveyancing.
You've had more experience
with these kind of cases.
There's a guy
on terrorism charges,
so the usual drill
is they question him for days,
they get a list of his contacts,
he goes to trial,
- and they ship him back, right?
- Yes.
Well, they're not doing
any of that.
Shh! I'm trying to die here!
- How do I get to talk to him?
- Well, you can't.
The detainee has to ask
for your services directly,
on an official form,
in writing, in triplicate.
And how does he do that
from detention?
Precisely.
They make it impossible
for the poor bastards
to get representation.
Right.
How long are you planning
on being dead?
Got another 12 hours.
Then apparently you reach
breaking point
and discover what's really
of value in your life.
Right.
A comfortable bed, I'd imagine.
Yeah.
You don't happen to have
a throat lozenge on you, do you?
Shin! We're supposed to be dead!
That guy's been a pain
in the arse since we got here.
Relax, mate! You're gonna
ruin the experience!
All right.
Rest in peace.
Yeah.
You sure one's enough, Jack?
I can get more.
There's a whole hand
where this came from.
Hi, Denis.
I thought we were quid pro quo
last time.
Yeah.
Just a couple more questions.
- I'm calling the police.
- Sure.
Dialing finger.
I told you everything I know
last time.
I reckon you probably know more
than you think.
You might surprise
yourself, Denis.
It's amazing the amount of
knowledge people pick up
over a lifetime.
I often know the answers
on quiz shows.
Now, when the students arrive
in the country,
you hold their passports here.
- Is that right?
- The height of Mount Kosciuszko.
They asked that once.
I knew it.
2,228 meters.
Bloke didn't know.
But when they leave the country,
they obviously take
their passports with them, yeah?
If they don't leave the country
and they go on the run, perhaps,
like Javed Nazeem, for example,
his passport still remains here
with you, I imagine.
How do you feel about writing
a little letter for me
to the admissions officer?
Use 'em or fucking lose 'em,
Denis.
"To the admissions officer.
I, Javed Nazeem, appoint the
services of Jack Irish, LLB..."
"...to represent me in a matter
pertaining to my current
status of detention,
I declare that I as a resident
of India, visited Australia..."
UNC3462 has already got
a court-appointed attorney.
Unlawful Non-Citizen.
- Next.
- Hang on.
Javed Nazeem contacted me.
He's not happy
with that appointment,
so he's exercising his right
to a private option.
Why would I have his passport
if I wasn't representing him?
You're gonna have to wait
a lifetime to get that approved.
I'm not in a hurry, mate.
You sure?
Really?
Okay.
Jack Irish.
Sign in.
Place your phone and keys
in the tub.
Uh, can I use your pen?
Javed, I'm not... I'm not sure
if you remember me.
I'm... I'm Jack Irish.
We were supposed to meet.
Shakti said you had something
to tell me.
Do... Do you remember
what that was?
Javed.
Javed, can you speak English,
mate?
You might be the last person
around who can help me.
I don't know what you're saying,
mate.
Hey.
It's okay.
What is that?
Javed.
Jack.
We need to talk.
I'm required by law
to sign a privacy document.
The government needs
an independent
mental-health assessment
of detainees before deportation.
I've been called in
on numerous occasions...
I specifically asked you...
I specifically told you
that I couldn't tell you.
So you were brought in to assess
the students being deported.
Who exactly is on trial here?
I don't know.
You tell me.
I protect the privacy
of vulnerable people
because I care about them, Jack.
That's my job.
Forgive me for putting them
ahead of you
and your completely unofficial
investigation.
Well, then you should be
concerned to know
that Javed Nazeem is seemingly
in some permanent psychosis.
- They let you see him?
- Yeah.
How did you get into
a detention center?
- What did you prescribe him?
- Nothing.
He was like that
when I found him.
I asked to see
his medical chart.
He'd been prescribed an
extremely high dose of clozapine
on admission.
It's... It's an anti psychotic.
And who gave him that?
I don't know.
The chart wasn't signed.
The chart wasn't signed?
Don't you think that's weird?
Whoever it was clearly didn't
want Javed telling anybody
what he knows.
Jack... I know it's hard when
you see injustice to walk away,
especially given your past...
Oh, don't psychoanalyze me,
please.
I don't want another bill.
All I'm saying is the challenge
for you moving forward
is to know
when to let things go.
Well, that's the best advice
you've given me, so thank you.
I'm gonna back
Dandelion Dreamer.
Eight to one.
She's got good form coming in.
Jack, if I ever want racing tips
from you, check me into a home.
Put your money on Crimson Tide
for a place.
It's long bloody odds.
Jack, trust the experts.
Yeah.
All right.
Dandelion Dreamer's
hanging on from Serendipity,
and Dandelion Dreamer's just
going to win from Serendipity.
Midnight Boss has got a third,
with Crimson Tide wide out,
finishing fourth.
Looks like you owe me 300 bucks,
Harry.
I really could have used
that money.
We have a call
for jockey B. Cavelli,
the rider of Dandelion Dreamer,
to attend the steward's room
as soon as possible.
Cavelli weighed in light.
Dandelion's disqualified,
which bumps Crimson Tide
up to third.
Give the man 1,500.
Well played, Jack.
Spend it wisely.
- Two trainers banned.
- One, plus Dougie.
Now B. Cavelli out for 20 meets.
It's got to be building up
to something big.
This stinks, even for racing.
Yeah, but he's a, you know,
thorough operator.
I mean, doping and fiddling
with weights.
What's gonna be his next scam?
Did you see anyone else
put money on Crimson Tide?
There was a woman
and her daughter
put on a couple of thousand.
Someone must have paid you well
to weigh in light, Bruce.
It's got nothing to do with me,
Cam.
Someone must have fiddled
with me saddle cloth.
Got somewhere to be, do you?
Just going home to the missus.
Ibiza? Spain?
Nice this time of year.
Yeah. Me weather app reckons
28 every day.
So you choose the middle
of the racing season
to piss off overseas
and have a holiday?
Someone must have paid you well.
I'm telling you the truth.
She didn't pay me anything.
Harry, three o'clock.
I'd recognize those pins
anywhere.
It's not a good idea
to start bullshitting me,
you little ferret.
Mr. Agarwal, please accept
my sincerest apologies.
The coroner told us the delay
was due to a bureaucratic bungle
with customs,
and they've...
She has been sitting on a shelf
without an address.
I see.
Lakshmi was a beautiful girl,
Mr. Agarwal.
She can now find the peace
she deserves.
Who gave you that?
The college.
Why the hell
would they have them?
Mrs. Khurana.
She told me there were issues
with customs.
I know I'm just a poor man,
but I'm not a fool.
Lakshmi's letter... a lie.
College, accommodation...
All, everything lies.
How can I believe
anything they tell me now?
Jack...
...you are the only one
who I can trust.
Please, take this.
And you find out the truth
for me, hmm?
How long are you here for,
Ajeet?
My flight is tomorrow... 3:00.
Oh, right.
Um, listen.
Why don't I pick you up
at 12:00, eh?
But I will not leave
without Lakshmi.
Irish.
What now?
Well, apparently she spent
the night in a clothing bin.
You said you were going
to your dad's.
You said you were locked
in a car boot.
Thanks.
Who's that?
It may or may not be
an Indian girl
who's walked in front of a bus.
I don't know why I bother
asking.
This your dad's place?
Gus.
You don't have to come in.
Oh, actually I think I might.
Nice house.
You really think it's okay
to keep breaking into people's
homes that aren't yours?
I didn't.
So who are they, then?
That's not your family, is it?
Gus, give me your dad's number.
I'm gonna call him.
Gus.
Gus.
Is this your dad?
Where is he?
Bali.
With his wife and their kids.
Why didn't you go with them?
Didn't want to go.
Why don't you stay here
all the time?
Big house to yourself.
Every teenager's dream,
isn't it?
Like you said, it's not my home.
Kensington Street
Medical Centre.
One moment, please.
Well, I pride myself
on restoring my patients
back to full health, Jack,
but, uh, this might be
beyond me.
I need someone to find out
if they're human for me.
I take it this is not
a property-dispute case.
No.
Listen. My neck's still
giving me a bit of grief.
I'm sure it is.
Well, give me something,
will you?
There are a thousand doctors
who would.
You have to ask yourself
why you keep coming back to me.
Yeah, I do ask myself that...
Hourly.
I spoke to your psychiatrist,
Jack.
A lovely woman
and a highly regarded doctor
who is very interested
in your well-being.
We both decided
that prescription medicine
was not the solution
to your woes.
Let's just hope she can sort you
out before you turn into these.
Yeah?
Yes.
Okay.
What about some of this?
Whatever this is.
Just because I take
their merchandise
doesn't mean I prescribe
their drugs.
Take it.
Might prevent skin cancer.
Great.
What are you doing?
Hello, Daddy.
Hello.
Is Cherry Blossom there?
No, but I could be Cherry
Blossom if you want me to be.
Oh.
Oh, don't be shy.
What's your name, big boy?
Hey, you got to feel
for the poor bugger.
He'll get over it.
Yeah, but it's not easy
having your wife scuttle off
like that.
Yeah.
But at the same time,
pies are back.
Yeah.
Uh, everyone, this is Gus.
Gus is Charlie's granddaughter.
Ah!
Gus, meet Eric, Wilbur,
and Stan.
Hi, Gus.
At least if you set fire
to this place,
Stan will get the insurance
for it.
What?
Can I have my usual
and a lemonade? Thanks.
Uh, yeah.
So, you want to tell me
why you tried to burn down
a perfectly good
doctor's surgery?
"Gus is depressed."”
"Gus has an eating disorder."
"Gus isn't coping."
They never think they're
the ones with the problem,
and I'm the one
who has to deal with it.
Well, maybe you should
tell them that.
You talked to Mum?
- What about your dad?
- No. He's a dick.
Well, maybe I could talk to him.
He's not interested, okay?
He's got a new family.
Mum thinks he looks after me,
but I never stay with him.
Whenever I came over
for the school holidays,
I always stayed with Opa.
At least he didn't talk.
Unless you count
personal criticism,
and half of it being in German.
Yeah. He only did that
to people he liked.
Well, I'm sure he did it to you,
then, too.
He was pretty harsh
about my dovetail joints.
He was harsh
about every one of my joints.
"You call this a finger joint?
Is it wearing mittens?
Oh, hello, Daddy.
No. No.
Go away.
It's good to see you again.
Wrong number.
How about you try an underscore
between Cherry and Blossom?
Underscore, you reckon, eh?
Okay.
- Oh, there?
- Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Okay.
Oh, thank you, Gus.
Oh. Uh, y-yes, mate.
Is there a Cherry Blossom there?
What... What's he saying?
Sounds like he's going on about
what a great son-in-law you are.
There is a canker in our midst,
an infection in the vein,
an ulcer in the muscle.
Someone rang the authorities
about Cherry.
And if there one thing I will
not tolerate at The Prince,
it's treason!
Mark my words...
I will find out who it was.
Because once you've had
what I've had, you fight for it.
Cherry and me have got
the kind of love...
Well, they... they write songs
about it.
You're not gonna sing one
for us, though, are you, Stan?
No!
Oh, yes. No.
Yeah, yeah.
That's right.
L-Laugh at my expense.
Do you even know what love is,
Jack?
The answer is no,
and ['ll tell you why.
Because you have
the emotional life of an amoeba!
Aw.
- I'm on your side with this one.
- No bloody idea.
Although that's not really fair
to the amoeba.
Come on, Gus.
Let's go.
I'm fine here.
Yeah. Yeah. Look.
The lass can stay with us, Jack.
Yeah.
Well, it's been a long time
since I had the pleasure
of the company of a young lady.
Hey, boss.
How'd you go
with the limo company?
Got a hold
of the client's residence.
I'm just outside her window
at the moment.
Hey.
I got to go.
Harry.
Red jacket.
Our mystery woman loves golf
and is extremely close
to her daughter.
Ricky bloody Kirsch!
Yep.
Irish.
Just confirming
the tree is dead.
What?
Your property-dispute case.
I got the results back.
Oh. Right.
And?
Nothing human in those ashes.
Right.
Thought so.
Oh, and, Jack,
the forensic testing cost $300.
Yeah.
Course it did.
What's the pickup address?
Hang on. Hang on.
Hang on.
Yep.
I'm sorry about the fire
in the bin, too.
See ya.
So not a fun day today?
It's Wednesday.
Wouldn't it be more efficient
if everybody hated their work?
Because then they'd rush
through it to get home quicker.
Hey, have you ever read
the Harvard study on happiness?
Negative energy is contagious,
so if you haven't got
anything positive to say,
maybe you could leave.
Even if you do,
could you still leave?
Listen.
I found this list inside a pen.
It's got all the deported
students' names on it.
Meredith?
Hey.
I don't really think you put in
much effort last week.
I mean, it's not a criticism.
It is just an observation.
What do you reckon
all the A's and P's are?
I don't know, Jack.
Academic grades, probably.
No matter what your opinion
of the theme, Miles,
the key word here
is "participation.”
What is "Outlander," anyway?
It's a groundbreaking
feminist time-travel series
that subverts the male gaze.
I know you and your boyfriend
are having issues, Jason,
but maybe instead of bringing
those into work,
you could bring in a kilt
and a smile.
Anyway, about the list.
Will you take a look?
I'll give you a call.
When you can't go to Ibiza,
let Ibiza come to you, I say.
Dig in, Bruce.
You decided to share our
little secret, did you, Brucey?
I didn't say nothing.
No?
Then why was the man
you were talking to at the races
in my front garden?
Don't know.
Hey!
That's what you get
when you cross Ricky Kirsch!
Thank you. Just one moment.
Jennifer.
Mr. Agarwal.
Now you think
you can just fob me off?
Please.
Don't lie to me!
Okay.
I am not lying to you, Mr...
What are you doing?
What...
Yeah.
- Jack?
- Yeah.
The names on the list.
I can send you
their student files
and the courses they studied,
but I can't trace them to India.
You'll need someone
on the ground.
There are 500 Neerja Mangeshkars
in Uttar Pradesh alone.
Well, thanks for trying.
Wait.
Jack?
There's something else.
Hi.
It's a bit of a long shot.
I'm trying to track
someone down.
Name?
Uh, if I had his name, I
wouldn't need to track him down.
He's written this list.
Uh, what did he look like?
Uh, male, Caucasian,
middle-aged,
sort of brown hair.
Hardly any of them around here.
Yeah.
I don't suppose he was wearing
a white lab coat?
"Cause that would really
narrow it down.
Thanks.
You ready?
Don't want to miss your flight.
I told you, Jack.
I will not leave
without Lakshmi.
Come on, Ajeet.
Pack your bags.
There's nothing more
you can do, mate.
Run!
Run!
What the fuck?!
Sorry.
Let's go to the airport, eh?
I promised my wife,
and now I go home with nothing.
If I cannot bring her home
to the family,
Lakshmi, she will be lost
forever.
Passengers flying
Air India Flight 205 to Mumbai,
proceed to gate number 1
for boarding.
I promise you.
We'll get to the bottom of this.
As they say, Ms. Hillier, what
happens on set stays on set.
So you won't confirm
your on-set romance
with co-star Sunni Kamal?
How do you keep in shape for
such strenuous dance routines?
Thank you so much for asking.
I practice hat ha yoga
every morning for two hours.
Oh!
But can I tell you
the real secret
behind my glowing appearance?
I'm sure you're going to.
It is my new range
of skin-care products,
Aloe Sundar.
This moisturizer
keeps my skin nourished,
even under the harshest
of studio lights.
You can get it
directly from my website on...
Would you excuse me
for one moment?
Sorry.
Thanks.
Yeah?
Yeah, I'll do it.
Give me the details.
Oh, great.
Well, there's 18 people
I need to locate in India.
- India?
- Yeah.
I need to know if they're alive
and if they're not,
how they've died.
You want me to travel
5,000 kilometers
to locate 18 people
in a country of 1.3 billion?
Uh, yeah.
Okay.
Fine.
You'll cover my travel
and expenses, right?
Um, y-yeah. Fair enough.
When can you leave?
You're lucky. I'm already here
on a stupid junket anyway.
Take a screenshot of the names
and MMS me all the details.
- Oh.
- Just ask Simone.
Yeah.
T-Thanks.
I'm not gonna ask.
I'll just get this then, will 1?
Ah.
Couch surfing?
Mm.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Can we...
I wanted to say I'm sorry about
the unsolicited psychoanalysis.
It's a defense mechanism.
You were right.
I was flirting with you, and I
really shouldn't have been.
I have kids.
I have a full-time job.
Anything happening
between you and me
is completely out
of the question.
I mean, I dissect these things
for a living.
An affair is basically
just about the first kiss,
that forbidden, illicit moment.
After that, it's all downhill.
I don't want to waste my time
thinking about you
when I'm with my patients
or doing my kids' homework.
What's the point,
when in a few months
it's just gonna be over,
in some sordid hotel with...
Yeah.
That's all we needed to do,
really.
Maybe just one more to be sure?