Jack Irish (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Episode #2.4 - full transcript

An affair
is basically just about

that forbidden, illicit moment.

Did you see anyone else
put money on Crimson Tide?

A woman and her daughter
put on a couple of thousand.

- Ricky bloody Kirsch!
- I've got a story for you.

I think it's really big. There's
been two deaths and a cover-up.

There's more names.
There's a list.

- Don't forget your pen, Jack.
- It's not mine.

He ain't gonna
need it now, is he?

I found this list inside a pen.

The names on the list.
I can't trace them to India.



You'll need someone
on the ground.

There's 18 people
I need to locate in India.

I need to know if they're alive
and, if they're not,

- how they've died.
- Yeah, I'll do it.

This is good.

Thanks very much.

Ah, that's what I need.

Hey.
Can I get some water?

No ice.

Next shot.

Okay.

- Right.
- And what a shot!

Right up the middle.

Thank you.



This match
is still anyone's game.

That is a big, big hit.

More runs for India.

Okay.

Jack.

Oh.

- Linda.
- What's the population

of the city of Fitzroy now?

Is it 10,0007

Uh, 9507

That's not even a village
in India.

Take Shapura, for instance,
where I'm sitting.

Population 800,000 and only
1,747 people called Rahul Dev.

- That many?
- Yeah, apparently,

it's the most popular name
in the entire subcontinent,

so if you have
any suggestions...

Well, I don't right now.

Do you mind if I call you back
in a bit?

Sorry.
Are you with someone?

Well, not on the evidence.

I don't mind.
I'm happy for you.

Well, I don't need
your blessing.

You're the one who left me,
remember?

And thank you
for reminding me why.

I'm serious.
I don't care.

I'm not trying to make you
feel bad or anything.

What you are experiencing
is the complex human reactions

to guilt and regret,
and mainly regret,

because I'm such
a special person

and it's dawning on you
that the likelihood of you

finding anyone like me again
is remote.

You're missing me.
I can tell.

Why am I having a discussion
about a dead relationship

at exorbitant
international phone rates?

Jesus, it's like
I'm right back there again,

except now I'm having a drink
with the Shapura Youth Club.

Yeah.
It's like I never left Fitzroy.

- Bye, Jack.
- Hang on, hang on. Don't go.

Rahul studied bookkeeping
at Meritus Institute,

so why don't you see if you can
track down any accountants

named Rahul Dev?

I mean, how many can there be?

I hate you, Jack Irish.

Morning.

I thought you said
you weren't gonna be

a patient of mine anymore.

Oh, I just came in
to finish this article

I started the other day.

Did you know that
on the World Happiness Index,

Australia is ninth?

What are you doing here, Jack?

The Norwegians
are on the top of the ladder.

What have they got
to be happy about?

Pickled herring
and 340 days of rain?

- Jack?
- Yeah.

I don't want
to be a home wrecker.

Too late for that. Phillip
already did a bang-up job

with his girlfriend,

and the one before her.

Right, so, he knows
you see other people, then?

I haven't.
Until now.

- No pressure, then.
- You should be flattered.

Generally, as a rule, husbands
aren't too keen on their wives

flattering other blokes
on the side.

Well...

Phillip and I agreed that
when the kids finish school,

we'll get a divorce.

Yeah, on the way home
from speech night.

But until then,
we'll both be there

in the mornings for the kids.

I guess that's all been
theoretical until now.

Well, maybe we're
just over thinking it.

Well, occupational hazard.

How is your happiness index,
by the way?

Punching well above Norway
today.

Madam!

- Welcome!
- I'm looking for Rahul.

You have the pleasure
of finding him.

Ah.
So relieved I found you.

I'm also relieved.

Uh, would you like some tea?

Oh, if you...

Please, come in.

So, Immigration
had you all deported together?

Yes.
The very same plane.

What did the college do?

Meritus said it was
out of their hands.

They couldn't do much.

But then they handed me
this degree.

Even though you had
two years left of the course.

Very unusual.
But, you know,

my father spent everything
he had to send me there.

- He's most proud today.
- I'm sure he is.

And how did you hear
about the college?

Mrs. Khurana, from Meritus.

She belongs to this area
originally.

She was in all the high schools,
speaking to the parents.

- She came here?
- Yes.

She told us how we could get
first-class education

and how we could come back
and help our families.

Ah, thank you.

Are you a fan of cricket?

- Not a huge fan. Sorry.
- Oh.

Mmm. Sorry. Do you mind
if I make a quick call?

No, please.

Bookkeeper.

You know, "bookkeeper" is the
only word in English dictionary

which has three consecutive
double letters.

- Linda.
- All right.

- Sorry.
- Any lucky?

- Define "lucky."
- Day two, and no dysentery?

Oh, I am currently having
a selfie with Rahul Dev,

the human abacus.

Who incidentally serves
a delicious chai.

Oh, thank you.

And?

Say hello to Jack.

G'day, mate.

Well, he still has his head,
so that's good.

Yeah, good for Rahul,
bad for your conspiracy theory.

Very good for Linda,
who is now going home.

What about the other names?

Listen, I'm not interested
in a story about shonky schools

giving away dud diplomas.

Can you just show him the list?

It's a dead end, Jack.

Can you ask him
what he knows about the others?

Right, this is the
last favor I'm doing you, okay?

Do you know
if anything strange happened

to any of the other students?

Oh, yes.
Mitul Varma.

He was on the same plane.

But he was very sick when
we landed in Mumbai, you know?

How sick was Mitul?

Have to call for an ambulance.
That sick.

Thank you.

My name's Linda.

I'm a journalist from Australia.

I'm looking for Mitul.

Mitul.

Can I speak with Mitul, please?

Thank you.

Mitul.

Come on.
Out you get.

Has anyone ever died
from lavender fumes before?

It's from Stella's pillowcase.

Is the hood
absolutely necessary?

Absolutely not, but Harry's
got a bee in his bonnet,

so let's just leave it at that,
all right?

Yeah, step over.
Step up.

Step.
That's it, yep.

Straight ahead.

Apologies
for the cloak and dagger.

A necessary precaution.

This is the inner sanctum
of the racing world.

We have to protect
our anonymity.

Yeah, I've met everyone here

thousands of times before,
Harry.

Today, we're incognito.

No one in this room has a name.

Harry.

- Jack.
- Dougie.

Cam.

Cheryl. Ray. Terry.

- Troubling times.
- That's why we're here.

It's hardly a meeting of the
five families, though, is it?

There's trouble brewing, and
it's my duty to put it right.

That's why the fates
have recalled me to the sport.

Gentlemen, Cheryl,

our sport is in crisis.

The integrity of racing
is in jeopardy.

Oh, not the integrity.

There's a line you don't cross.

A code of honor that binds us

in a fellowship of men
and Cheryl.

But there's one menace
who not only flaunts

the regulations of racing,

but breaks
even the unspoken rules.

And he needs to be
brought into line.

Mr. Ricky Kirsch.

Or more recently, Mrs.

- Sick bastard.
- And like a cane toad,

Ricky has snuck
across the border

to, once again,
poison our industry.

So far, it's just weekday races,

nobbling winners,
fiddling weights,

just so he can push his nags
up into the winner's circle.

I mean, he's already fitted up
Dougie and Colin.

I got done for a drug
I can't even say.

Yeah, Cavelli, he's walking
around like the Fonz.

Two broken thumbs.

He can't even wipe his own ass.

And meantime, Kirsch has skimmed
20 large in dodgy bets.

So tell Cynthia what you know
and let the stewards handle it.

If you want to uphold the law,

sometimes you have
to go outside it.

So we'll have him clipped.

No, not that far outside
the law, Cheryl. Not yet.

Well, it's not as expensive
as you might think.

It's gotta be
something he won't forget.

Well, he'd remember that.

What I want to know
is where all this is leading.

Well, he's building
to a big payday.

Yeah, exactly.
And when we find out what it is,

we'll hit him where it hurts...
Right in the bank accounts.

- Yeah.
- And sooner or later,

the cane toad's ego
is gonna get the better of him.

He'll be trying to fix a Group 1
and then just bet the house.

And so how do we know
which race he's gonna hit?

Well, we're gonna shadow him,
and we're gonna bug his home.

So, everyone in?

- Of course.
- Yeah.

Is this the point
where perhaps a legal opinion

might come in handy?

No, not really.

In hindsight, probably a mistake
getting you here so early on.

Oh, you think?

Now forget
everything you've heard.

Got that pillow slip there, Cam?

Yep.

Gus?

Gus, you here?

Oh, Gus, where are ya?

Is that you, Gus?

Gus?

Rack off, ya perv!

Here, take this, will you?

I'm not up with
all these newfangled gadgets.

There used to be a time
when you...

When you just watched it
when it was on or you missed it,

- you know.
- Yeah.

- Hard cheese.
- Made it special.

- It's still special.
- Mnh.

Here we are.

Fitzroy's last game at The G.

Who wins?

It's not about who wins, love.

This'll help you
camouflage the gristle.

You two must do this a lot.

No. It's the first time
I've seen inside his place.

It's not
that sort of relationship.

Nah.

- You disappeared.
- Yep.

Well, you didn't tell me
where you were going.

I looked everywhere.

No need.

Oh, good.
We're back to monosyllables.

That was two.

Can we just stop
all this bullshit?

She had a wedding ring.

The woman you had sex with
the other night.

Uh, yeah, well, I...

- That's sort of complicated.
- Sure.

Her marriage
is pretty much over.

Yeah, nice excuse.
Dad's favorite.

I actually went
to your dad's place.

Thought you might
have gone there.

Didn't ask you to do that.

Well, I got worried.

Didn't ask you
to do that either.

Listen,
I'll do you a deal, okay?

You can sleep here
whenever you want,

and I can sleep with whoever
I want, whenever I want.

But if someone's
gonna stay over,

- I'll give you a heads-up.
- What's the catch?

The catch is,
if you're not gonna come home,

you let me know, okay?

Yeah, I'll think about it.

I've already left
a bunch of messages

for your C.E.O., Phillip Quinn.

Listen, the university told me
that The Next Horizon Foundation

was funding
Martin Reed's research bef...

Yes, I'm aware
he's away on a seminar.

Can we just maybe
make an appointment

for when he gets back
from the seminar?

Great. Thank you.
I will be there.

Ah, the walking dead.

Ah, so, about 400 am.,

I'm lying there,
freezing my moobs off,

and there's a light dew
starting to form on my face,

when suddenly it comes to me
like a bolt from heaven.

My road to Damascus.

It's not about the hole
in the ground, Jack.

It's about the shovel.

Right, so, the secret to life
is in a rusty gardening tool.

No, it's a metaphor. Life throws
all sorts of shit at you,

but you'll be fine, so long as
you've got a big enough shovel.

You know, with my eyes closed,
that could be Plato.

Uh, important...
Important client meeting, mate.

Just over here this way.

- Hi.
- Very shabby chic.

- More shabby than chic.
- Yeah, well, I'm, you know,

waiting for
the multimillion-dollar fit-out

to be completed.

If you are still interested,

I'm sorry! wake up at 645
five days a week.

I make adequate school lunches,

better breakfasts,
drive the kids to school,

and manage to get to work
on time most days.

I take the kids to sports
three nights a week

and on Saturday mornings.

Are you starting to get
a picture of my glamorous life?

I certainly get that you have
a family, and I don't.

So, if we are gonna sex again...

And I would very much like
that... I have limited time.

I can do Tuesday evenings
from 8:00 to 10:30.

Uh, Thursday afternoons
are a possibility,

and Friday nights are good,
but only after 9:00.

So no sleepovers?

Not how I'd prefer it, no.

But it is what it is.

I don't need an answer
straight away.

I've got to get back to work.

- Bye.
- Okay, bye.

I've written those times down
if you need them.

Hello.
My name is Peter.

Ni hao.

Ni hao.

He's learning Mandarine.

It's a language, not a fruit.

- It's all Greek to me.
- Yeah.

I am from Australia.

Full steam ahead here, Jack.

Yeah.
Yeah, I can see.

Got my flights booked,
and I'm learning Mandarin

so I can surprise Cherry
in her native tongue.

- Isn't she from Guangdong?
- Yeah. Why?

They speak Cantonese there,
don't they?

No, no, she speaks Chinese.

Can I have a beer
and a mineral water?

Right, will do.

I'll just turn the Internet off.

Beer and a mineral water.

Ni hao.

Oh, what...
I forget the second bit.

Well, it's official.

Water's more expensive
than beer.

Can't put a price
on your health, Jack.

Did you find out any more
information on my John Doe?

Yeah.
It's all about drugs.

Based on 10 minutes
of exhaustive investigation,

you've determined
it's all about drugs?

No. Based on
it's always about drugs.

Well, I may be able to shed
some more light on things.

- Go on.
- He's a research scientist.

Well, fuckin' bingo.

What did I tell ya?
Scientist.

Who do you think puts all the
chemical shit on the streets?

Well, he was a leading
biochemist called Martin Reed.

Really?

Leading biochemist, eh?
Bugger me.

- Do you know all this?
- Yeah, 'course I know all this.

And I would have known quicker

if you hadn't have
withheld information

that was vital
to my investigation.

I've just gotta wonder
what else you're holding on to.

Nothing.
That's it.

Can I give you some advice?

- Oh.
- Don't bullshit a bullshitter.

Look, for someone to get
whacked in broad daylight,

they've got to be into
some pretty serious shit.

Which has you one degree
of separation from said shit.

These guys don't play
by pub rules, Jack.

- Is this his stuff?
- Yeah.

It's all he had on him,
which is a mystery key

and 10 bucks.

Don't know
what the keys are for.

It's gotta be from an old car,
doesn't it?

Doesn't matter if it's from the
fuckin' Spaceship Challenger.

It's still all about drugs.

Martin Reed's shout.

- Hi.
- Hello, ma'am.

- How may I help you?
- Hi. I'm Australian,

- and I was hoping...
- Ricky Ponting, right?

- Yes. Cricket.
- Yes.

- Steve Smith?
- Yes.

Steve. Um...

Actually, I'm looking
for a friend of mine

that I believe
may have been treated here.

Uh, Mitchell Starc, is it?

No.

Anjali Doshi.

She is a patient here?

Yes, I believe she was.

This was three years ago now,
so if you could...

Thank you.

Oh, sorry.

Oh, I'm very sorry,

but your friend
is no longer with us.

Uh, not for several years now.

Do you know
where she might have gone?

Oh. No, ma'am.
She has passed away.

Disease.

Very sorry.

How did she die?

Um, I'm afraid patient records

are completely confidential,
ma'am.

Unless you're family.

I have some other friends that
I believe may have been here

around the same time.

Are you a colleague
of Mr. Martin?

Who's Mr. Martin?

Well, a man
who was here last year.

He showed me a list
just like this.

Sorry.

He showed me a list
just like this, too.

Oh, what was he doing here?

Well, he was an Australian,

- just like you.
- Oh.

He was here
for some special research.

Right, the others on this list.
You know anything about them?

I mean, maybe they were
patients here, too.

I think...

Sorry, sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm afraid most of
your friends have passed away.

Passed? What from?

I'm not supposed
to tell you any more.

I know,
and you've been so helpful.

I... Um, do you know,

I might actually be able
to get an autograph,

because my cousin
went out with Shane Warne,

SO, you know...

- Um...
- Okay, thanks.

They seem to have died
with dengue fever.

It was really bad
those days in Mumbai,

especially with the early rains.

How many on the list are dead?

This one.
Mahendra Kapoor.

Uh, this one.
Neerja Singh.

This one.
Sanchit Kumar.

- Hey, fellas.
- Jack.

Stan won't pour Norm
a beer anymore.

No, it's like he never existed.

Yeah, careful, or I'll cut
you two off, as well.

What, after 43 years
of loyal patronage?

Just pour the man a beer,
will you, Stan?

No. I'm not serving
those two any more beers

until they sort out
what's happening with the stool.

I'm bleeding beer here, Jack.

- Come on. It's my shout.
- Ahh.

You know, he's gonna try
and kick us all out.

- What?
- They've got the shits because,

for the first time in my life,

I'm thinking about
my own happiness.

Following my heart, Jack.

Moving to China
to be with my Cherry.

I thought you were just going
over there to surprise her.

Yeah, yeah, by moving there.

There's a real-estate bloke
coming this week.

Putting this pub on the market.

And you don't think
that's a bit rash?

That's just the thing, Jack.

I've never done anything rash,
not in 40 years.

Whereas, before,
it was all a grimy fog, and...

And now all I see
is just blue skies

- and possibility.
- Yeah.

You may want to check the smog
warning before you go to China.

- Ha!
- He'll never listen to reason.

- Selfish bastard.
- Shut up.

Jack.

So, yeah, I just wanted
to pick your brain.

Get a professional opinion
on something.

- All care and no responsibility.
- Yeah.

I'm looking into this scientist

who was shot
in front of me in Carlton.

Oh, that's Bilotti's for ya.
Dinner and a show.

Uh, well, Barry Tregear
has him pegged as a drug cook,

- but I'm not buying it.
- Why not?

Well, he's been living
out of his van

for the past two years,
for a start.

Well, he could have
pissed someone off.

- Someone up the food chain.
- Maybe.

He's connected to this dodgy
college in the city somehow,

and these Indian students who
keep having psychotic episodes

- and topping themselves.
- It's never just straightforward

with you, is it, Jack?

You know, never
a meat-and-three-veg murder.

And it started with
a courier company.

And you want
my professional opinion?

That's what
I'm not paying you for.

Barry's right.
It's drugs.

I mean, you look at it.

You got a chemist,
you got a mob café, India.

You got uni students
tripping out.

That all says drugs to me.

And was it a bike courier?

Yeah. So?

Oh, come on, Jack.

You've never got
a special delivery

from a bike courier before?

No.
Is that a thing?

It's a classic.

Go Couriers.

- Yeah, I need a delivery.
- Pickup address?

No, I need to order a delivery.

A special delivery.

Friend of mine said to call you.

Uh, hold on.

Who's this?

Uh, hi.
My name's John.

A friend of mine, Martin Reed,

said that you do
special deliveries.

I used to order directly
with him, but...

I see.

Okay, well, we can sort you out.

Yeah.

But we don't deliver
to houses or flats.

Not till we get to know ya.

Okay.
So, where, then?

You're sure it's working?

I'm sure.

Batteries aren't flat
or anything?

No, Harry.

For someone who likes
the sound of his own voice,

Rick's not talking much.

Here.

Instant?

We're not heathens.

Come on, Selena.
Quick, love!

I think the tablet's kicking in.

Oh, yeah.

- We got lift-off!
- What's going on?

Finally.

Maybe we'll get
some pillow talk.

Oh, no.
What goes on between a man

and a woman is private business.

Have you got no respect
for the sanctity of the boudoir?

The bedroom's
where everything comes out.

Geez, he got out

of the gates quickly.

Some things
you don't need to hear.

People having relations
is on top of the list.

Turn it off.

I don't think
I can take any more.

The man's a sex addict.

On the kitchen table,
for God's sake!

Someone's got to eat off that.

Cynthia!

What a lovely surprise.

Hello, Harry.
Everyone.

Looks like a Jaguar convention
out the front.

Oh, you know, love.

Just a few old punters
chewing the oats.

Mm. Need butcher's paper
for that, do ya?

I hear Ricky Kirsch
is back in town.

That so?

Well, I hadn't heard.
You, Cam?

No.
All quiet on the Western Front.

Also heard
that you might be planning

something special for him.

Now, where would you
hear something like that?

- Little mouse.
- Or a little rat, more like.

Come on, Harry.

I'm not some mug punter.

He's a menace to the game.

Someone needs to step into the
breach for the sake of racing.

Cometh the hour, cometh the man.

And then cometh
the lifetime racing ban.

You have a race
named after you, Harry.

Don't put that at risk.

Then let's work together,
like horse and jockey.

Oh, and who'd be riding who?
I'm a steward now.

I took an oath
to protect the integrity

and good name of racing in this
state, not join a lynch mob.

Well, a lynch mob
was never our Plan A.

No, not Plan A.

You have to leave Kirsch to us,
Harry.

We've been watching him
for weeks,

and I don't want you lot
compromising our investigation.

If Ricky smells a rat,
you know what he's capable of.

Now, all of you,
get in your Jags and go home.

Meeting adjourned.

Correct weight, Cyn,

but only because of the deep
respect I have for your office.

Right, back to it, Cam.

Can't keep your mouth shut,
can you, Dougie?

You're as solid
as a pound of butter in the sun.

You're not joining me?

No. I've already done
my exercise for the morning.

Did a couple of laps
of the missus.

There you go.

Cheers.

I just thought
I'd keep you in the loop

with that guy you met
but had never heard of.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, we found his van.

It was parked around the corner
from Bilotti's.

Someone broke into it.

Ah.
Any idea who?

Yeah.

No, the culprit's
known to police.

Well, to this cop in particular.

This criminal mastermind
left a print on the door

when he, or she,
popped the lock.

That was very careless of her.

Yeah.
Yeah, it was.

Yeah, I hope he or she

didn't lift anything
from the scene,

'cause that would be
a criminal offense.

I'm sure she didn't do that.

Yeah, I hope she didn't.

'Cause that'd piss me off
more than almond milk lattes.

Yeah, understandably.

You wouldn't know anything
about this Sheila

Martin was playing hide
the test tube with, would you?

No.

No, of course not.
Well, I tell you what.

If you see this woman
that broke into Reed's car,

just let her know she's walking
a very thin line, yeah?

I'm talking like
cigarette paper thin.

Yeah, okay.

Good.

Irish.

So, you still on schedule?

- Ahead, even.
- Oh, sorry about that.

I've actually got time
for lunch now.

- I'm happy to be of service.
- Mm.

I thought the no-commitment
thing might appeal to you.

You lone-wolf types,
you love a secret rendezvous.

Oh, yeah, yep.

Well, there's nothing wrong
with that.

We've all got secrets.

We're all flawed.

Some people, they know it,
and they admit it.

And others, they spend
their whole lives in denial.

Right.
And which are you?

No, I'm talking about you, Jack.

- I'm perfect.
- Oh.

Is that just
the professional opinion?

My mum died when I was young.

Um, my dad and I,
we're very close.

It was just him and me
for a long time.

- I was running the house at 15.
- Mm.

And that is the end
of today's session, Mr. Irish.

Listen, I can commit, you know.

- Well, that's good to know.
- Mm.

Mm.

You can get dressed, and
I'm gonna make you a sanger.

- A sanger?
- Mm-hmm.

Well.

Phillip's away on business
for a few days.

We could do
another lunch tomorrow.

Two days in a row.

Dad, is that you?

No, it's Quasimodo.

Who's here?

I thought
you were at the office.

Well, I'm back.

This is Jack.
Jack...

Yeah, well, I can still speak.

- Jack Irish.
- Thornton Finch.

So, are you two in love
or just fucking?

Charming, Dad.

Well, I can see
I am superfluous to need.

Fix your makeup
before you go out.

Hm.

What do you want
on your sandwich?

Just the same as you.

So, now what?

Now we wait for our courier.

How long have you had
this place, then?

- Oh, I suppose 10 years.
- Unbelievable.

What, for a black fella?

No, for an Art Deco apartment.

Jack.

I don't think
I can hit this one.

- Shakti.
- What... What's going on?

Let me ask you something.

Your boss, Ryan Neubecker,

he's dealing drugs out of
that courier company, isn't he?

We can protect you.

If he had anything to do
with Eddie or Lakshmi's deaths,

- you want him to pay, yeah?
- What good will that do them?

Well, it might prevent it
happening to other students.

Ryan looks after
all the deals personally.

GBH mainly.

How do we order?

You need a code word.

White lady?

- Aah! Aah! What the fuck?!
- Shut up.

What's the pass code?

How's "fuck off" sound?

- What's the pass code?!
- 9999.

- Ah. Here we go.
- Right.

So, this one I can hurt, hey?

Aah! Fuck! Ohh!

Now, that evens things up.

Now start answering
the man's questions.

Was Martin Reed cooking GBH
for Ryan Neubecker?

Who? Aaahh!

I don't know any Martin.

Really.

- Where was Ryan's lab?
- I can't tell you that.

You don't know
what he'd do to me.

Yeah, I'd concentrate on the
present moment if I were you.

Yeah, we were being
very nice before.

- So, now where is his lab?
- Fuck off.

- A hearse.
- Novel form of transport.

You know, that drug courier,

he was either loyal as a dog
or shit-scared,

because nobody lasts
three fingers.

Meet me at the factory.

Now!

- Should I close it?
- Yeah, close it.

Oh, it's a step up from
your average kitchen, isn't it?

We shouldn't overstay.

What?

Well, that explains the hearse.

You don't think...

- Should we open it?
- "We'?

You do it.

It's taboo for me.

Just do it quickly.

Like a Band-Aid.

Oh.
Interesting hidey-hole.

Toe tag.

Find what you're looking for?

Hands where we can see 'em.

Now, you, you're gonna tell me

who you're working for
and what the fuck it is

you're doing trespassing
on my property.

- Lakshmi Agarwal.
- What?

I'm working for the girl
who was in this coffin.

What's it doing here?

You ever tried getting rid
of an empty coffin?

It raises a few eyebrows.

Turns out they're perfect
for transporting chemicals.

What cop's gonna pull over
a hearse, right?

So, it was you who picked up her
body from the funeral parlor?

I don't know.
Was it?

Well, she clearly
wasn't cremated.

- Where's her body?
- You're a fuckin' nosy prick.

You know that?

Oh!

- Put 'em up, lads.
- Brendan.

- What are you doing here?
- Man of my word, Jack.

Still feel bad about Bilotti's.

You been following me
since then?

Yeah, when I could
fit it in around work.

Just as well this didn't happen
on a Thursday

between 11:00 and 3.00.

Mondays are tricky, too.

The rash is not really
clearing up, is it?

Oh, not too bad
as side effects go.

Last test I did, my glands
were up for about three weeks.

You can probably put
your hands down now, Jack.

- Can we make ourselves scarce?
- Hang on one sec.

Listen, after you picked up
her body from the coroner,

- where did you take her?
- Piss off.

Hey!
I'm not getting paid for this.

I'm doing it for pleasure.

Where's her body?

You're gonna have to shoot me.

Oops.

Uh, yeah, okay.
Let's... Let's just go, eh?

Take the rest of the day off,
boys.

- Hi, babe.
- Hi.

Why don't you tell Linda
about the picture you drew?

Fatma drew a picture today,
didn't you?

This is you, Linda,
and this is me, happy.

Well, you've certainly captured
the essence of your subjects

and their underlying reality.

But this person?
Who's that?

He's very, very handsome.
Who is this?

- That's you!
- Of course it is!

- You're silly.
- Yes, I am.

You know, before we go,

I think we should tell Linda
how much we miss her.

- We miss you.
- 1 miss you, too.

- Bye, Linda.
- Bye!

- We love you.
- Bye.

Yeah, I've got the cord thingy.
Where does it go in?

On the left-hand side.
The long thin holes.

I've tried that.
It won't go.

You know,
chimpanzees can do this.

- Something's blocking it.
- No, no, no.

Really, they can.
They don't even need training.

They think
it's from generations of chimps

watching scientists study them
with cameras and computers.

Yeah, well, that's fascinating.

Next time,
I'll call Jane Goodall.

- Why won't it go in?!
- Turn the plug over.

I've turned the plug over.

It's just...

It's working.

How many photos
of your feet, Jack?

Bye.

- Namaste.
- I'm glad you called.

I've been to the hospital
in Mumbai.

What did you find out?

- You see? That's what I mean.
- What?

I say I've been to the hospital,
and your first reaction is not,

- "Are you all right?"
- Well, are you all right?

It's too late, Jack.

- It's always too late.
- What should I ask now?

It's possible I may have been
wrong about this story.

How so?

The hospital confirmed that
four more of the kids are dead.

And last year, there was
an Australian Martin someone

who was at the hospital
asking after them.

Oh, that's gotta be Martin Reed.

I met him
just before his funeral.

- Natural causes”?
- Not particularly.

He gave me
this list of students.

Hey, all the A's on the list...
They're all dead, right?

As.

Yeah, I see that.

Yeah, well, Lakshmi was an A.

Rahul, the accidental
accountant, is a P,

and he's alive.

So, what do A's and P's
stand for?

I have no idea. I just
know which one I'd rather be.

The hospital said
they all died of dengue fever.

Doesn't that make
your brain swell up and bleed?

In severe cases.

Maybe there'll be something
more in their autopsies.

Do you reckon
you can get hold of them?

I'm seeing the coroner tomorrow.

It's so sad, Jack.

These bright young kids,
their whole lives ahead of them.

Yeah.

Hello?!

Is anyone there?!

Who are you?

Get out.
I'm calling security.

Ms. Hillier,
if I meant to harm you,

it would already be done.

What do you want?

I hope you don't mind,
but I took the liberty

of preparing myself a drink
from your bar fridge.

I have to say that
the prices seem very inflated.

Even for a hotel.

Can I offer you some?

I don't want a drink.
I want you to get out.

You're right to be anxious.

I was paid by a third party
to kill you.

But not enough.

Everyone wants a bargain here.

"Is that the best price?"

"How much for two?"

There is no appreciation
for craftsmanship or experience.

Coming from a dying industry
like yourself,

you would understand.

So their budget
only buys them a stern warning.

There's a flight to Manila
tomorrow morning,

via Hong Kong.

I checked, and they have seats.

Leave the hotel
and go directly to the airport.

And you're not to go back
to the hospital,

or to the coroner.

Or what?

For my drink.

Go home, Ms. Hillier.

Go home to Fatma and Orton.

I'm not changing my mind, Jack.

I'm in a taxi
on the way to the airport.

No, I wouldn't want you to.
Are you all right?

Clearly he meant to frighten me,
and it worked.

Oh, Jesus.
I'd never forgive myself

if anything happened to you.

I'm... I'm okay.

I'm just a bit shaken up.

There was something.

He warned me
not to go to the coroner.

He was very specific about that.

You were the only person I told

I was planning
to go there, so...

Not just a coincidence?

Maybe they were
tapping our phones.

Well, I don't know how.

The only time mine's not with me
is when I'm in the shower or...

...or if I'm locked
in the boot of a car

in the middle of nowhere.

What are you going on about?

Uh... oh, nothing.

I'd better go.

I think you might be right.

Bye-bye.

Who the hell are you, K?

Wait!

Ollie, turn the TV down.

Ricky.

- Cyn.
- Harry, count me in.

Call the Jag convention.
Blinkers are off.

- Jack, isn't it?
- Yeah.

Phillip.

Can I get you
a coffee or a water?

- No, I'm fine, thanks.
- Good.

You're a hard man to track down.

Not-for-profit conference.

Earnest affairs
where charities get together

for a week in a five-star hotel,

talking about how cash-strapped
they all are.

Sounds like money well spent.

So, you mentioned to Sophie
something about Martin Reed.

Yeah. Are you aware
that he died recently?

Yeah.
Saw it on the news.

I didn't recognize him at first,
but then the police came by.

- But you're not with the police.
- No.

I was sitting opposite him
when he got shot,

and I'm just trying
to make sense of it all.

- I know he worked for you.
- Not exactly.

We provided him with a grant
to do his research.

Have you got any contacts
for him?

You know... next of kin,
that sort of thing?

Somebody beginning with K,
by any chance?

Sadly, no, K or otherwise.

I pulled his file
for the police,

and they seemed to think it was
something to do with drugs.

You know, like ice and GBH.

All that new chemical stuff.

Oh, so, he was making
crystal meth for you?

That would certainly solve

our cash flow issues, but, no,
he was conducting research.

Into what?

Oh, I couldn't tell you.
It was before my time.

It'll be something
to do with mice.

You don't want to know
how many millions we've tipped

into improving
the life expectancy

- of mice over the years.
- Don't researchers

have to publish their results,
though?

Ordinarily, yes.

Um, it's a bit embarrassing.

Martin made off
with our grant money.

Disappeared off the face
of the earth, until now.

Right, and you didn't try
to recover it?

Oh, it's not that simple, Jack.

95% of what we fund
goes nowhere.

It's like swinging at a pifata
with a blindfold on.

You can spend five years
researching

a new miracle drug
for lowering cholesterol,

and turns out
it also gives you diabetes.

The truth is, it wasn't
worth chasing Martin.

It represented
such a small percentage

of what we give away every year
all over the world.

And if Martin
was before your time,

then who was in charge then?

My father-in-law,
Thornton Finch.

There's no point talking to him,
though.

He's... He's not long
for this world.

The big C.

Oh, right.

Sorry to hear that.

That was taken
at our holiday house in Portsea.

Place is falling about our ears,

but that's
exactly why we like it.

Yeah.
Looks like fun.

We just had the best summer
of our lives down there.

Wish it was always like that.

Uh, well, I've taken up
enough of your time.

I'll let myself out.

This is Day 17.

It is beginning.