Jack Irish (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - Jack Irish - full transcript
Suspecting Rory is involved in the deaths of Eddie and Lakshmi due to her connection to Phillip, Jack refuses to talk to her. Rory snoops in Phillip's computer and is surprised to find records of Jack's phone calls - but she doesn't want to know the truth when Phillip offers to give it to her. Jack confronts Anoushka about the students who were deported and died after returning to India. She dodges his questions and when Jack returns with Barry, Meritus has been hastily shut down with Anoushka fleeing the country to escape arrest. Simone does some research into the postmark on the letter in Martin's van from 'K'. She and Jack figure out that it's Kendra Raspovic, Martin's grant research assistant, and the letter was posted from a country town named Dargo. When Jack arrives at the address, he finds nothing but a recently destroyed hut and no sign of anyone else. With Cynthia's help, Harry realises that the race Ricky is targeting is the one named after him on his retirement from racing - The Harry Strang Stakes. With no other leads, Jack follows up on the building in Doncaster that Javed attacked. He discovers that it's a Contract Research Organisation (CRO) called Delatech, a company that conducts clinical trial research for pharmaceutical companies. Jack realises that Martin's list is a group of students who took part in a clinical trial. With Cam and Simone's help, Jack breaks into the building and finds the information he needs about the trial. Gus is at Jack's house when she gets kidnapped. Jack can't get back in time to help her and when he receives a cryptic text message, he realises where Gus has been taken. Rory suspects Phillip may have had something to do with Gus' kidnap and asks him to tell her the truth. Jack races to the mine shaft where he found Eddie's dead body and finds Gus - alive. As Jack recovers from his shock, he realises that he missed something when he was at the bush hut in Dargo. He travels back and discovers a wild-eyed, disturbed Kendra, clutching a rifle. Jack tries to talk her down, but too late - she turns the rifle on herself and pulls the trigger.
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Listen, I can commit, you know?
Oh, that's good to know.
She had a wedding ring.
The woman you had sex with
the other night.
There's one menace who
needs to be brought into line.
Mr. Ricky Kirsch.
And we're gonna bug his home.
Got my flights booked,
and I'm learning Mandarin
so I can surprise Cherry
in her native tongue.
They speak Cantonese there,
don't they?
No, no.
She speaks Chinese.
Anyone here know Eddie Chin?
I told Eddie
not to cause trouble.
All the A's on the list,
they're all dead, right?
So, what do A's and P's
stand for?
Leave the hotel, and go directly
to the airport.
Maybe they were
tapping our phones.
I think you might be right.
I'm working for the girl
who was in this coffin.
What's it doing here?
Take the rest
of the day off, boys.
So you mentioned
something about Martin Reed.
We provided him with a grant
to do his research.
And if Martin
was before your time,
then who was in charge then?
- My father-in-law.
- Thornton Finch.
Well, I've taken up
enough of your time.
I'll let myself out.
This is day 17.
Who the hell are you, K?
It is beginning.
"Breathtaking passage
beneath a bridge."
- How many letters?
- Seven.
Oh, you're bleeding there, love.
Oh, I'm fine, Mac.
It's nothing.
"Nostril."
Seven letters.
"Breathtaking passage
beneath a bridge."
Oh, did your friend end up
catching up with you?
- Friend?
- The Russki.
She was in here this morning
looking for you.
Imagine you're a little boy,
standing underneath
a sleek, black, velvet panther,
its huge paws
either side of you,
the vibrations of its chest
against your body.
Feel the panther's power.
You're safe.
You're strong.
Okay?
Now I want you to activate
the deepest wound within you.
Inhale.
And exhale through your heart.
Don't think.
Ask the body, not the mind.
You need to be willing
to do the work, Jack.
No, I think I just need
to get out from underneath
this fucking panther.
Uh...
Kyle's one of the world's
leading trauma specialists.
Yeah, well, I guess tonal
chanting and power animals
are just not my thing, mate.
Yeah, well, cognitive
therapy's not a cure-all, Jack.
Neither's medication.
You are being driven
by the past, by fear, by trauma.
We're talking decades
of wordless pain.
Exactly. Wordless.
So, not talking about it.
See? You've got
all this repressed rage.
At the moment I just feel like
I've got real rage.
Storming out like that,
this is classic 101 Repressed.
It was an uncomfortable chair,
okay?
Very poorly built.
Well, you'd know about that.
Mate, I've made furniture
that's stood the test of time.
What have you ever done?
Does it upset you when people
are critical of your carpentry?
I know what you're
trying to do, okay?
Charlie Taub was a master of it.
Fair enough
that he was hard to please.
Hard to please like your father?
Mate, you keep channeling Kyle,
I'm gonna take you to the zoo
and feed you
to a real panther, okay?
Not a word.
Hi, Jack, it's me.
Again.
Uh, can you...
Call me when you can.
So we're seeing
other people now, are we?
Said the pot
who fucked the kettle.
Have you ever
asked yourself why?
Oh, don't give me that, Phillip.
I hear these cop-outs every day.
"My needs weren't being met."
"I didn't feel
appreciated enough."
You've got everybody else pegged
except yourself, haven't you?
A grown woman who still
hasn't moved out of home.
My father is dying.
What, for 30 years?
I should be the one
getting a humanitarian award
for putting up with you
and your father.
Freud'd have a field day
with you two.
Oh, my God, that is offensive
on so many levels.
I have never been
in this relationship.
Do you know what you did when I
told you I was having an affair?
You went and made yourself
a cup of tea.
Mm. I was upset.
No, you weren't.
That's what was upsetting.
Dad.
Sorry, I-I didn't realize.
I'll go and get the kids.
You're going to leave him?
"Cause he's about to be
the new CEO of my company.
I mean, I would like to know.
We can't all have a marriage
like you and Mum did.
What's that supposed to mean?
I could not have done more
for your mother.
I'm sure you're right, Dad.
You always are.
It just hit me,
the kind of person you are.
I've got bookshelves
full of people like you.
Well, I think I deserve
to at least know what I did.
Nine foreign students
who get shipped home to India
wind up dead,
and your husband is funding
the research scientist
whose van just happens
to be plastered
with pictures of those kids.
The scientist who got murdered
in front of me, by the way.
And this being the same
supposedly estranged husband
who tells me that he's just been
on the best summer holiday
of his life, with you.
What, you think he'd come clean
about the state of his marriage
to a stranger?
Why would he even say it?
Why would you say
you can make a commitment?
People say things
that aren't true.
Lakshmi was your patient,
you visited Javed Nazeem
in a detention center,
and Martin Reed is tied up
with your father's foundation,
run by your husband.
What else am I gonna discover?
That... That you're on
the board of Meritus Institute
and Anoushka Khurana's
your secret half-sister?
You played me.
Nice one.
Well, how the hell
could I play you?
You came to me!
Jack?
I got one!
Refresher?
Oh, no, I'll just
finish this first.
How's your Bollywood story
coming along?
I can feel a Pulitzer.
People deserve to know
about skin-saving creams
that can slow the aging process
by as much as 10 years.
It's a story that must be told.
And the other story?
Are you just gonna
leave it at that?
10 dead Indian students?
All those alarming facts?
I'm impressed.
I couldn't do it.
Orton, we're adopting a child.
My life was threatened.
It's not just about me.
It's about the safety
of our family.
We live in
the Philippines, Linda.
You think we are that safe?
Why are you turning
your back on this?
Are you afraid of getting
involved with Jack?
Ridiculous!
Maybe you're adopting the child
with the wrong man.
Look, there's nothing
between Jack and I.
It's over. Dead.
Like Tutankhamen dead.
Mm, pharaohs
are preserved for eternity,
their tombs
available for visits.
What am I to make of this?
- You are impossible.
- It's a gift.
Right, my turn.
I'm coming to get you.
This is bordering
on harassment, Mr. Irish.
I don't want to have
to call the police.
No, I'm sure you don't, 'cause
then you'd have to explain
why you illegally signed off
on a cremation,
and why Lakshmi Agarwal's coffin
was found
in a meth lab in Coburg
with the toe tag still in it.
I don't even know
where Coburg is.
Well, that'll stand up in court.
Where's her body?
I don't know.
I've had hospital records
checked in Mumbai.
Nine Indian students are dead.
10 with Lakshmi.
You sold out your own people.
I-l don't know
anything about that.
You don't seem to know a lot,
really, do you?
Which I suppose qualifies you
to be a teacher
in this bullshit college.
I have told you that I'm trying
to help them break
from the poverty cycle.
By buying a Porsche?
Has this got
something to do with
the Next Horizon Foundation?
Just tell me
where her body is, okay?
It's the least
the family deserves.
Yes?
10 students?
10!
Did you know?
Did you know?!
Did you?!
Don't call me again.
Found it, Ricky:.
Harry bloody Strang.
This fucking foundation's
a nightmare.
It really clogs
the pores of your skin.
You okay, boss?
It's just the sodium buildup.
I tell you, Dyson, once we've
cleaned out Harry Strang,
we'll take
one of his fucking kidneys,
put him on dialysis,
see how he likes it.
Yes, boss.
We'll take care
of his Aboriginal mate,
and then we'll just
pick Harry off from the herd.
Pass me some more of those
facial wipes, will you?
Right, so far Ricky's
only targeted group 3s
that are under the radar.
What do these races
have in common?
All three-year-olds.
Fillies.
And sprinters.
If I know Ricky, and sadly I do,
I'd say he's got his shifty eye
on a group 1 fix.
Okay, so we're looking
at high-profile city race.
Group 1...
Three-year-old fillies
over 1,000 to 1,200 meters.
Cheeky bastard.
Staring us right in the face.
What else can it be?
Oh. It's so obvious.
Write it up, Cyn.
For the others.
Your race.
We have to look
at every potential horse
that's running in this race.
We have to know
which one's Ricky's horse.
I reckon a little bit
of track side reconnaissance
might be in order.
- I'm a busy man, Jack.
- Yeah, I know.
I just needed
some good old-fashioned
police intimidation,
so of course I thought of you.
Open the door!
Just wait over here.
Isn't open?
Hey, wait.
There's someone up there.
Is there anyone in there?
Not that I know.
- You are criminals!
- Thanks for the tip-off, Jack.
Looks like we're gonna
blow this one wide apart.
I'll expect a commendation.
But aren't you gonna
question Anoushka?
Noushie's gone, mate.
The door's locked.
She shut it down.
The whole she bang.
Hang on, where are you going?
To file this under "W"
for "Waste of my Fucking Time."
But don't you think
there's some police work
that needs to be done here?
Like an arrest, perhaps.
You know what?
You're right.
Constable!
Arrest that building.
Police work.
Anoushka Khurana...
Confirmed departure,
passport control,
Tullamarine Airport.
And where did she go?
Well, somewhere where they don't
have an extradition treaty.
Tasmania, probably.
Bloody hell!
Actually,
just while I've got you here,
don't suppose
you would recognize
any of this lot, would you?
All four of them
took a bullet to the leg.
Oh, well, what do you know?
Their story is they were
tooling around with a gun
and accidentally
shot each other.
Boys'll be boys, hey?
Interestingly, though,
your mate,
the nut job, Brendan O'Grady,
was caught on CCTV
just one block away.
I refute any implication
that Brendan O'Grady is my mate.
Anyway, way I see it is
if four drug dealers
want to shoot each other
in the legs, for mine,
that is a feel-good story.
It's just a pity
about the students.
But I told you
it was about drugs.
Oh! Careful.
So you're still actually going
through with the sale, Stan?
Yep. Today is the first day
of the rest of my life.
Doesn't mean you'll live
any longer, mate.
No, but I'll be happier.
What, speaking mangled Mandarin
in a Cantonese province?
You still
can't use chopsticks, mate.
Yeah, well, I will learn.
You got to have
the two sticks in the one hand,
for starters.
You see, that just
doesn't make any sense.
You've never even left
the postcode, Stan.
Well, I want to be
with my wife, Jack.
Look, trust me, Stan,
that feeling will pass, right?
And when it does,
that's what pubs are for.
You're not hiding from your
black panther, are you, mate?
I am the panther, Jack.
Well, if you want to be
a prisoner of pain,
that's entirely up to you.
How's your relationship
with Simone going?
Arctic, mate.
The coldest of cold shoulders.
Right, well, you may want to
pop your coat on.
Simone.
Andrew.
You look good.
Nice earrings.
Thank you.
- Well, take care.
- Yep, yeah.
Sorry, I didn't know
he was gonna be here.
That's fine. We're all adults,
now that he's left.
What actually happened
with you two?
Thought you'd make
a good couple.
I'm on my lunch, Jack,
so let's get to it.
Okay, here is the photo
from your phone.
Postmark is only partial,
but it starts with a D.
The first postcode digit
is a three,
the last is a two,
so we know which state.
I'm gonna search
all the suburbs and towns.
You know what?
You're looking at Dingley 3172,
Drysdale 3222.
And you got Dergholm
and Dorodong.
That's 3312.
How's he know all that?
47 years with Australia Post.
Dean, Dereel, and Dunnstown.
That's 3352.
And not forgetting Dargo.
That's 3862, yeah.
Well, do you reckon
that's an O at the end?
I think that is an O.
Okay, so we've got to look up
anybody in Dargo
whose name begins with K.
Okay.
Population of Dargo is only 150.
It's on the electoral roll.
I just hacked into it.
You know that's
a federal offense, right?
I am living on the edge, Jack.
So we have Kieran, Kerry, Kyle,
Kelly, Kim, Kayla,
Kelsey, and Keith.
Well, there's a kiss
after that K,
so it's a female
we're looking for, right?
We can forget about Keith.
Well, I once knew a bloke
called Karen.
Persian, he was. He cleared out
our toilet for us.
Yeah.
Well, I might
pass him number on to Stan.
What am I supposed to do?
I can't really go
wandering around Dargo
looking for an initial, can 1?
Are there any women
in Martin Reed's life
that you know of?
I don't...
Hi.
- Back again?
- Yeah.
I'm just wondering...
You don't happen to know
who the woman is
in that photo, do you?
That's Kendra Raspovic.
G'day.
I'm looking
for a Kendra Raspovic.
I believe she's got
a post office box here.
You a friend of the friend?
- Someone been here already?
- That's unusual.
Young lass tends to
keep to herself,
and then a few of you turn up.
- Morning, Mac.
- Ralphie.
So Kendra gave me her address,
but I must have
written it down wrong
'cause I can't seem to find
the dirt-road turnoff...
Dalgetty Road.
Third on the right
past the Mitchell River.
- Thanks.
- Yep.
Oh, tell her we've got
some more of those beans
she likes in stock.
- You got it.
- Good.
All the A's on the list,
they're all dead, right?
A's?
Yeah, they are.
Yeah, well Lakshmi was an A.
Raoul the accidental
accountant's a P,
and he's alive.
Fuck!
Find anything interesting?
Are you stalking me now
or something?
You should know this guy's
a serious threat to your family.
If you care about him,
tell him to stay away.
Feeling threatened, are you?
I didn't say us.
I said your family.
I can tell you everything.
But do you really
want to know everything?
I'm going to bed.
Of course you are.
Some of us have to live
in the real world, Rory.
Oh, fuck!
What? Jesus, Cam!
What are you doing?
I gave you a wake-up call
half an hour ago.
Yeah. I must have...
I must have drifted back off.
Put some pants on.
Harry's waiting.
Righto.
Why do we have to be up
so early?
It's character building, Jack.
Right, is that why there's
so many crooks in racing?
No one said good character.
Can I ask why I need to be here?
Well, morale, mostly.
I mean, how do you think
we'd all feel
being up at the crack of dawn
while you're snuggled
in your do on a?
Harry wanted you to know
that we worked out
where Ricky's gonna land
his big sting.
The Harry Strang Stakes.
Which is his horse?
Well, that we didn't know,
not until a truck
ran into the back
of the favorite's float
and did its Achilles.
Mm. You'll never guess where
the first emergency's from.
- Ricky Kirsch country.
- Queensland?
Oh, t-that's her.
Panda Panda.
And you couldn't have just
told me this on the phone?
It's too sensitive.
Come on.
Let's get to work.
- Nice morning's work.
- You go, boss.
I'm gonna take some photos
of Panda Panda at the stables.
See you back at the homestead.
So just to be clear,
there was no need for me
to be here at all?
Completely pointless, Jack.
You got to see a sunrise,
didn't you?
Some people are never happy.
Hello, Cam.
That's coming along.
Yeah, it's getting there.
I've got some spare time
if you need a hand.
God, no.
Thanks for mulling it over.
What happened to Rory?
You'll be pleased to know
that's over.
You liked her, didn't you?
Ah, you got to wonder
what's wrong with me, don't you?
I do.
But then I get bored
and focus on my own shit.
Thanks.
Jeez, that throat cancer
must be a bit of a bitch.
How do you reckon you got it?
Fuck off.
Who's the body bag for?
Fucking nature!
That's him.
Dyson, where are you?
Right.
He's taking a dump.
Right, let's go.
Nice work, boys.
- Where's Dyson?
- Taking a dump.
He's starting to come to, boss.
Shitting himself.
This is Ricky, Cam.
Shh-shh-shh-shh.
I just want you to know,
this is the last voice
you are ever gonna hear.
Throw him over, boys.
God, that must be fucking cold.
Where's Dyson?
He's missing all the fun.
That's a hell of a long dump.
Dyson!
You did look
inside the bag, didn't you?
Oh, fuck.
Did you send an e-mail to Jack?
You know I can't e-mail.
Police were called
to a suspected terrorist
incident this morning.
Indian national Javed Nazeem
was arrested in a building
owned by
the Delatech Corporation,
a medical-research
multinational.
Well, it's a simple question,
really.
I'm just wondering
what sort of research
you do in that building.
Yeah, I gather it's scientific,
but what are you researching,
exactly?
Hello? Hello?
Jack! Jack!
Brendan.
Come on in and meet
my work colleagues.
Come on.
Priyanka, Bhagat, Farouk,
Asinku, and Anil.
Not "Anal"!
Called him "Anal"
for the first six weeks.
This is Jack, everyone.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Very dear friend of mine.
- We're like brothers.
- Well...
You're a lucky man, Jack.
Brendan's a straight-up guy.
Asinku, stop it.
Actually, Brendan, can I just
have a word for a sec?
Sure.
Anyone touches my macchiato,
I'll shoot you in the head, yes?
So they know what you do, then?
Yeah, I told them, yeah.
Not sure they realize
I'm serious, to be honest.
Listen, about those meat heads
that you shot in the leg.
- Remind me again?
- The drug lab in Coburg.
Oh, yeah.
Well, it seems like
the cops are onto you.
Right. And?
Well, you won't mention my name,
will you?
Jack.
I take that stuff to the grave.
- We're family.
- Not really.
- Come on, bring it in.
- Ah...
Don't worry about that.
That's not contagious.
It's just a side effect
of this medication I'm on.
Brendan, I have to go.
- You off?
- Yeah, I'll see you next week.
- Asinku, my man.
- Bro.
- Tuesday, yeah?
- Yeah.
Look forward to it.
Is Asinku
on the same medication?
Yeah.
Looks like we're both on A's.
This is one of those ones
where you wish you were on a P.
What do you mean, A's and P?
What...
Clinical research trials.
Active drugs and placebos.
So you're a... a lab rat
for a pharmaceutical company?
No, no, no,
they contract all that out.
It's like my work.
And I prefer
the term "guinea pig," Jack.
We're all guinea pigs.
It's just that some of us
get paid for it.
Your friends aren't all students
by any chance, are they?
Yeah, all students.
And how did you get involved?
You know, I don't, uh,
I don't get to make many friends
in my line of work.
I come into the café one day,
I see "Anal"
with a big rash on his face
and I think, you know,
"What's that all about?"
I get chatting to him
and I think, "Why not?"
Chance to make an honest dollar,
and who knows,
maybe make a difference.
Listen, the work you're doing,
it wouldn't happen to be
in Doncaster, by any chance,
would it?
Yeah. Doncaster.
Might just dwell here.
Good luck.
Morning.
Have you ever taken part
in a clinical drug test before,
Mr. Ireland?
No, this'd be my first time.
Any allergies,
preexisting medical conditions?
No.
You brought
your doctor's report?
So most of your participants
are foreign students, yeah?
We draw our volunteers
from a variety of sectors
across the community.
And you offer payment?
We offer financial incentives
on all our programs.
It's standard practice.
And you can guarantee safety?
Clinical trials in this country
are highly regulated
and we are, of course,
fully compliant.
Huh.
However, we do require
our volunteers
to sign a standard
waiver agreement.
Mind if I take a look?
So these are the first, uh,
human trials of untested drugs?
How can you be sure, you know...
Thank you for coming in,
Mr. Ireland.
We'll review your application
and let you know.
Oh, I think I have an inkling.
Thanks.
Ohh.
How'd you go?
Not the best meeting
I've ever had.
You haven't put me
in an awkward position
in there, have you, Jack?
These people are
my work colleagues.
They're like family.
Brendan, you're a standover man.
This is a multimillion-dollar-
turnover-a-year CRO.
They toss you a couple
of shekels every now and then
like a cup of tea and a biscuit,
in exchange for boils, rashes,
and God-knows-what
long-term physiological effects.
It's not just biscuits, Jack.
It's cake as well sometimes.
I really need to see
their clinical trial tests.
Don't like where this is going.
Has there been a death?
Yeah.
The death of fun.
They all voted against
office theme days.
Ohh.
So no more dress-ups?
Said they were spending
a fortune on costume hire,
so they canceled it.
- Mm.
- What sort of people do that?
Well...
Nobody wants to be happy.
I mean, they would just rather
sit in their little cubicles
like rats in a cage,
processing data,
preparing spreadsheets,
sending memos.
I mean, what is it all for?
We are just like hamsters
spinning in a wheel.
Well, I just don't think rodents
want to wear costumes, do they?
They just want to eat cheese.
Dress-up days
were the cheese, Jack!
Yeah, and I get this is probably
not the time to ask you,
but I need a favor.
Oh.
I need you on the end
of a phone because I...
I'm gonna break into the
Delatech building in Doncaster,
and I need you
to talk me through
how I access
their computer files.
No.
Look, you don't have to do
anything dangerous.
I am not sitting
on the end of some phone
while you commit a crime.
I'm coming with you.
I work with dead people,
and I need to feel alive.
When do we break in?
- Tonight.
- Good.
I know exactly
what I'm gonna wear.
What next?
Climb up there?
No, I've got a security pass.
Brendan nicked it for me.
Is she wearing a ninja outfit?
Just be thankful I talked her
out of wearing the mask.
Yeah, ta.
Go Tiges!
Okay, bottom of these stairs.
There's a security camera
up there.
I'm gonna cover it.
Swipe us in.
Stay out here.
Camera's gone out
in the server room.
Oil!
Yeah, all right.
All clear.
I'll wait outside.
Okay.
- Do you need that?
- Yep.
Yeah, that looks right.
Curiosity killed the cat.
Against the wall.
Give me your torch.
Right, I'm in.
I really don't
pay you enough, do I?
Not even close.
Okay.
Clinical Trials... Human.
- So it's Lakshmi Agarwal.
- Right.
So, Kev,
how much do they pay you
for your graveyard shift?
Well, it works out at 480
for an eight-hour shift.
Before tax?
- Yeah.
- That's not bad.
But it's not exactly
danger money, though, is it?
It's not worth
trying to be a hero for.
So how long till your mate
comes downstairs
to check where you are?
Probably any minute now.
We keep pretty strict protocols.
Goal!
When you're done here,
meet me upstairs in the foyer.
What for?
Shit.
Yeah, okay.
Shit.
So... So we need
to get trial dates
and chemical compounds.
Yep.
All sorted out?
Hands in the air.
Don't touch that button.
Now, Kev, what I want you to do
is go around there
and disable
the security recordings.
And no funny buggers.
I'm very familiar
with the system.
Good work, Kev.
- Who's winning?
- Uh, T-Tiges.
Uh, by... by 2.
Got it.
Okay.
Right. Ah, okay.
Yes! Yes!
Oh, yeah!
- Yes, yes, yes, yeah!
- Yeah!
XV Goal
-CAM. Goal.
He's done it again.
Kicked another one.
He's a freak.
That's what he is.
Yeah.
- Shall we?
- I love those boys.
Gus!
I was wondering
if I can buy you a milkshake.
- A milkshake?
- Yeah.
My marriage hasn't exactly
been very happy, Gus,
and I spend my working life
hearing about everyone else's
unhappy marriages
in excruciating detail.
So when I met Jack,
it was like the clouds parted.
I know.
This is really embarrassing.
It really is.
I know how much
you mean to Jack,
and I was hoping
that we could get along.
No, this is fucked up.
My mother pulled
this kind of shit.
Thanks for the milkshake.
No, no. C... C... not B.
C for Charlie.
And then 2, H for Harry,
2, 2, B for Barry,
little R for... Rory,
F for Freddie,
N for Nellie, 2, 0.
Well, I don't... I don't know.
That's why I'm asking you.
I'm not a chemist.
That'd be great.
Thanks.
Irish.
Jack, someone's broken in,
and there's three of them!
- Jack!
- Gus, don't open the door.
Gus, listen to me.
Gus, can you hear me?
Are you okay?
Let me go!
Please!
I'm coming. Listen to me.
Hold on!
Hold on.
I'm on my way.
I'm coming.
Just hold on, okay?
Sit tight.
I'm on my way.
Gus!
Gus!
Shit!
Gus!
Shit.
Come on.
Jack?
Jack.
So you don't think
this was random?
This is me, Barry.
What do you reckon?
All right, well,
who, in particular,
have you pissed off lately?
I broke into
a drug-research building
in Doncaster last night.
Jack, when are you gonna stop
this David versus Goliath
bullshit?
The Bible's not
exactly Hansard, mate.
For all we know, David's
slingshot could have been bung,
and he could have got
the shit kicked out of him.
What's happened?
Are... Are you okay?
Gus has been taken.
Is there anything I can do?
You're kidding, aren't you?
Okay, Phillip.
Now I'm listening.
This man has been a mentor
to many of you here today.
But to me, he has been
so much more than that.
When I was a little girl,
I loved rules.
I measured the length
of my socks.
I always swam between the flags.
Even my stuffed toys
had strict curfews.
In... In rules,
I found comfort and security.
Then one day at the beach,
my father,
he led me away from the flags.
He took me out
into the raging surf,
and I was dunked
over and over again.
My eyes, my nose, my mouth
was full of salt and sand.
And I'd never felt more alive.
In that moment, he'd shown me
the thrill of... of the unknown.
The forbidden, the uncharted.
And my father has done that
his entire life.
Gus?
It is a great honor
to present to you the man
who has fearlessly leapt into
the unknown to advance humanity
and to ameliorate
world suffering.
He is an innovator...
Gus!
...and a pioneer
and he will leave this world
a far better place
than he found it.
The recipient of
the Queen's Trust Award
for services to humanity,
my father,
Professor Thornton Finch.
Gus!
Gus?
Gus?
Gus. Gus!
Oh, Jesus.
Gus.
- [ Gus? Gus, can you hear me?
- I Whimpering ]
It's all right.
It's all right.
Shh.
Shh, it's all right.
It hurts.
You've made me very, very proud.
I know what you've been doing.
Coasters! Eric!
I just polished that.
I told you,
I'm having an inspection.
What are we supposed to do
for lunch?
Well, just sort yourself out
in the kitchen.
Just don't make a bloody mess.
Your father pointed me
to that stool 43 years ago,
and I've been sitting on it
ever since.
So you could do with
getting up off your ass.
Oh, don't be so miserable.
Oh.
Oh, it's only you.
Should I have dressed up, mate?
Oh, no, I'm sorry.
I'm just... I'm just nervous.
The agent said
he's a very serious buyer.
Now here they come.
Jack, how do I look?
How do I look?
Like a man
who's never worn a suit.
Good. Good.
- How's young Gus?
- She'll be all right.
She's... She's just
really shaken up.
They... They drugged her
with something,
so she's in overnight
for observation.
Well, when you find out
whoever it was done this to her,
do not bring him in here.
Probably best just to let the
police handle it, Wilbur, eh?
Ohh.
Well, that's not like you
to sit on the bench, Jack.
- I know.
- Huh!
So just come in.
Watch your step there.
So this is the main
public bar area.
Hey, Stan, what's the use-by
date on these beans?
Yeah, not now, Eric!
Um, and, um, and here's
the commercial bar,
fully appointed,
with top-of-the-line taps
and fridges.
Hey, what gives?
Come into the pool room.
Oh!
Kendra?
Kendra!
It's okay.
I'm not here to hurt you!
Kendra?
Kendra, I know
what's been going on.
You're not safe here.
Let me help you.
She was right.
Lakshmi.
It's like it's on fire.
I can get you some help.
It's gonna be okay.
No!
---
Listen, I can commit, you know?
Oh, that's good to know.
She had a wedding ring.
The woman you had sex with
the other night.
There's one menace who
needs to be brought into line.
Mr. Ricky Kirsch.
And we're gonna bug his home.
Got my flights booked,
and I'm learning Mandarin
so I can surprise Cherry
in her native tongue.
They speak Cantonese there,
don't they?
No, no.
She speaks Chinese.
Anyone here know Eddie Chin?
I told Eddie
not to cause trouble.
All the A's on the list,
they're all dead, right?
So, what do A's and P's
stand for?
Leave the hotel, and go directly
to the airport.
Maybe they were
tapping our phones.
I think you might be right.
I'm working for the girl
who was in this coffin.
What's it doing here?
Take the rest
of the day off, boys.
So you mentioned
something about Martin Reed.
We provided him with a grant
to do his research.
And if Martin
was before your time,
then who was in charge then?
- My father-in-law.
- Thornton Finch.
Well, I've taken up
enough of your time.
I'll let myself out.
This is day 17.
Who the hell are you, K?
It is beginning.
"Breathtaking passage
beneath a bridge."
- How many letters?
- Seven.
Oh, you're bleeding there, love.
Oh, I'm fine, Mac.
It's nothing.
"Nostril."
Seven letters.
"Breathtaking passage
beneath a bridge."
Oh, did your friend end up
catching up with you?
- Friend?
- The Russki.
She was in here this morning
looking for you.
Imagine you're a little boy,
standing underneath
a sleek, black, velvet panther,
its huge paws
either side of you,
the vibrations of its chest
against your body.
Feel the panther's power.
You're safe.
You're strong.
Okay?
Now I want you to activate
the deepest wound within you.
Inhale.
And exhale through your heart.
Don't think.
Ask the body, not the mind.
You need to be willing
to do the work, Jack.
No, I think I just need
to get out from underneath
this fucking panther.
Uh...
Kyle's one of the world's
leading trauma specialists.
Yeah, well, I guess tonal
chanting and power animals
are just not my thing, mate.
Yeah, well, cognitive
therapy's not a cure-all, Jack.
Neither's medication.
You are being driven
by the past, by fear, by trauma.
We're talking decades
of wordless pain.
Exactly. Wordless.
So, not talking about it.
See? You've got
all this repressed rage.
At the moment I just feel like
I've got real rage.
Storming out like that,
this is classic 101 Repressed.
It was an uncomfortable chair,
okay?
Very poorly built.
Well, you'd know about that.
Mate, I've made furniture
that's stood the test of time.
What have you ever done?
Does it upset you when people
are critical of your carpentry?
I know what you're
trying to do, okay?
Charlie Taub was a master of it.
Fair enough
that he was hard to please.
Hard to please like your father?
Mate, you keep channeling Kyle,
I'm gonna take you to the zoo
and feed you
to a real panther, okay?
Not a word.
Hi, Jack, it's me.
Again.
Uh, can you...
Call me when you can.
So we're seeing
other people now, are we?
Said the pot
who fucked the kettle.
Have you ever
asked yourself why?
Oh, don't give me that, Phillip.
I hear these cop-outs every day.
"My needs weren't being met."
"I didn't feel
appreciated enough."
You've got everybody else pegged
except yourself, haven't you?
A grown woman who still
hasn't moved out of home.
My father is dying.
What, for 30 years?
I should be the one
getting a humanitarian award
for putting up with you
and your father.
Freud'd have a field day
with you two.
Oh, my God, that is offensive
on so many levels.
I have never been
in this relationship.
Do you know what you did when I
told you I was having an affair?
You went and made yourself
a cup of tea.
Mm. I was upset.
No, you weren't.
That's what was upsetting.
Dad.
Sorry, I-I didn't realize.
I'll go and get the kids.
You're going to leave him?
"Cause he's about to be
the new CEO of my company.
I mean, I would like to know.
We can't all have a marriage
like you and Mum did.
What's that supposed to mean?
I could not have done more
for your mother.
I'm sure you're right, Dad.
You always are.
It just hit me,
the kind of person you are.
I've got bookshelves
full of people like you.
Well, I think I deserve
to at least know what I did.
Nine foreign students
who get shipped home to India
wind up dead,
and your husband is funding
the research scientist
whose van just happens
to be plastered
with pictures of those kids.
The scientist who got murdered
in front of me, by the way.
And this being the same
supposedly estranged husband
who tells me that he's just been
on the best summer holiday
of his life, with you.
What, you think he'd come clean
about the state of his marriage
to a stranger?
Why would he even say it?
Why would you say
you can make a commitment?
People say things
that aren't true.
Lakshmi was your patient,
you visited Javed Nazeem
in a detention center,
and Martin Reed is tied up
with your father's foundation,
run by your husband.
What else am I gonna discover?
That... That you're on
the board of Meritus Institute
and Anoushka Khurana's
your secret half-sister?
You played me.
Nice one.
Well, how the hell
could I play you?
You came to me!
Jack?
I got one!
Refresher?
Oh, no, I'll just
finish this first.
How's your Bollywood story
coming along?
I can feel a Pulitzer.
People deserve to know
about skin-saving creams
that can slow the aging process
by as much as 10 years.
It's a story that must be told.
And the other story?
Are you just gonna
leave it at that?
10 dead Indian students?
All those alarming facts?
I'm impressed.
I couldn't do it.
Orton, we're adopting a child.
My life was threatened.
It's not just about me.
It's about the safety
of our family.
We live in
the Philippines, Linda.
You think we are that safe?
Why are you turning
your back on this?
Are you afraid of getting
involved with Jack?
Ridiculous!
Maybe you're adopting the child
with the wrong man.
Look, there's nothing
between Jack and I.
It's over. Dead.
Like Tutankhamen dead.
Mm, pharaohs
are preserved for eternity,
their tombs
available for visits.
What am I to make of this?
- You are impossible.
- It's a gift.
Right, my turn.
I'm coming to get you.
This is bordering
on harassment, Mr. Irish.
I don't want to have
to call the police.
No, I'm sure you don't, 'cause
then you'd have to explain
why you illegally signed off
on a cremation,
and why Lakshmi Agarwal's coffin
was found
in a meth lab in Coburg
with the toe tag still in it.
I don't even know
where Coburg is.
Well, that'll stand up in court.
Where's her body?
I don't know.
I've had hospital records
checked in Mumbai.
Nine Indian students are dead.
10 with Lakshmi.
You sold out your own people.
I-l don't know
anything about that.
You don't seem to know a lot,
really, do you?
Which I suppose qualifies you
to be a teacher
in this bullshit college.
I have told you that I'm trying
to help them break
from the poverty cycle.
By buying a Porsche?
Has this got
something to do with
the Next Horizon Foundation?
Just tell me
where her body is, okay?
It's the least
the family deserves.
Yes?
10 students?
10!
Did you know?
Did you know?!
Did you?!
Don't call me again.
Found it, Ricky:.
Harry bloody Strang.
This fucking foundation's
a nightmare.
It really clogs
the pores of your skin.
You okay, boss?
It's just the sodium buildup.
I tell you, Dyson, once we've
cleaned out Harry Strang,
we'll take
one of his fucking kidneys,
put him on dialysis,
see how he likes it.
Yes, boss.
We'll take care
of his Aboriginal mate,
and then we'll just
pick Harry off from the herd.
Pass me some more of those
facial wipes, will you?
Right, so far Ricky's
only targeted group 3s
that are under the radar.
What do these races
have in common?
All three-year-olds.
Fillies.
And sprinters.
If I know Ricky, and sadly I do,
I'd say he's got his shifty eye
on a group 1 fix.
Okay, so we're looking
at high-profile city race.
Group 1...
Three-year-old fillies
over 1,000 to 1,200 meters.
Cheeky bastard.
Staring us right in the face.
What else can it be?
Oh. It's so obvious.
Write it up, Cyn.
For the others.
Your race.
We have to look
at every potential horse
that's running in this race.
We have to know
which one's Ricky's horse.
I reckon a little bit
of track side reconnaissance
might be in order.
- I'm a busy man, Jack.
- Yeah, I know.
I just needed
some good old-fashioned
police intimidation,
so of course I thought of you.
Open the door!
Just wait over here.
Isn't open?
Hey, wait.
There's someone up there.
Is there anyone in there?
Not that I know.
- You are criminals!
- Thanks for the tip-off, Jack.
Looks like we're gonna
blow this one wide apart.
I'll expect a commendation.
But aren't you gonna
question Anoushka?
Noushie's gone, mate.
The door's locked.
She shut it down.
The whole she bang.
Hang on, where are you going?
To file this under "W"
for "Waste of my Fucking Time."
But don't you think
there's some police work
that needs to be done here?
Like an arrest, perhaps.
You know what?
You're right.
Constable!
Arrest that building.
Police work.
Anoushka Khurana...
Confirmed departure,
passport control,
Tullamarine Airport.
And where did she go?
Well, somewhere where they don't
have an extradition treaty.
Tasmania, probably.
Bloody hell!
Actually,
just while I've got you here,
don't suppose
you would recognize
any of this lot, would you?
All four of them
took a bullet to the leg.
Oh, well, what do you know?
Their story is they were
tooling around with a gun
and accidentally
shot each other.
Boys'll be boys, hey?
Interestingly, though,
your mate,
the nut job, Brendan O'Grady,
was caught on CCTV
just one block away.
I refute any implication
that Brendan O'Grady is my mate.
Anyway, way I see it is
if four drug dealers
want to shoot each other
in the legs, for mine,
that is a feel-good story.
It's just a pity
about the students.
But I told you
it was about drugs.
Oh! Careful.
So you're still actually going
through with the sale, Stan?
Yep. Today is the first day
of the rest of my life.
Doesn't mean you'll live
any longer, mate.
No, but I'll be happier.
What, speaking mangled Mandarin
in a Cantonese province?
You still
can't use chopsticks, mate.
Yeah, well, I will learn.
You got to have
the two sticks in the one hand,
for starters.
You see, that just
doesn't make any sense.
You've never even left
the postcode, Stan.
Well, I want to be
with my wife, Jack.
Look, trust me, Stan,
that feeling will pass, right?
And when it does,
that's what pubs are for.
You're not hiding from your
black panther, are you, mate?
I am the panther, Jack.
Well, if you want to be
a prisoner of pain,
that's entirely up to you.
How's your relationship
with Simone going?
Arctic, mate.
The coldest of cold shoulders.
Right, well, you may want to
pop your coat on.
Simone.
Andrew.
You look good.
Nice earrings.
Thank you.
- Well, take care.
- Yep, yeah.
Sorry, I didn't know
he was gonna be here.
That's fine. We're all adults,
now that he's left.
What actually happened
with you two?
Thought you'd make
a good couple.
I'm on my lunch, Jack,
so let's get to it.
Okay, here is the photo
from your phone.
Postmark is only partial,
but it starts with a D.
The first postcode digit
is a three,
the last is a two,
so we know which state.
I'm gonna search
all the suburbs and towns.
You know what?
You're looking at Dingley 3172,
Drysdale 3222.
And you got Dergholm
and Dorodong.
That's 3312.
How's he know all that?
47 years with Australia Post.
Dean, Dereel, and Dunnstown.
That's 3352.
And not forgetting Dargo.
That's 3862, yeah.
Well, do you reckon
that's an O at the end?
I think that is an O.
Okay, so we've got to look up
anybody in Dargo
whose name begins with K.
Okay.
Population of Dargo is only 150.
It's on the electoral roll.
I just hacked into it.
You know that's
a federal offense, right?
I am living on the edge, Jack.
So we have Kieran, Kerry, Kyle,
Kelly, Kim, Kayla,
Kelsey, and Keith.
Well, there's a kiss
after that K,
so it's a female
we're looking for, right?
We can forget about Keith.
Well, I once knew a bloke
called Karen.
Persian, he was. He cleared out
our toilet for us.
Yeah.
Well, I might
pass him number on to Stan.
What am I supposed to do?
I can't really go
wandering around Dargo
looking for an initial, can 1?
Are there any women
in Martin Reed's life
that you know of?
I don't...
Hi.
- Back again?
- Yeah.
I'm just wondering...
You don't happen to know
who the woman is
in that photo, do you?
That's Kendra Raspovic.
G'day.
I'm looking
for a Kendra Raspovic.
I believe she's got
a post office box here.
You a friend of the friend?
- Someone been here already?
- That's unusual.
Young lass tends to
keep to herself,
and then a few of you turn up.
- Morning, Mac.
- Ralphie.
So Kendra gave me her address,
but I must have
written it down wrong
'cause I can't seem to find
the dirt-road turnoff...
Dalgetty Road.
Third on the right
past the Mitchell River.
- Thanks.
- Yep.
Oh, tell her we've got
some more of those beans
she likes in stock.
- You got it.
- Good.
All the A's on the list,
they're all dead, right?
A's?
Yeah, they are.
Yeah, well Lakshmi was an A.
Raoul the accidental
accountant's a P,
and he's alive.
Fuck!
Find anything interesting?
Are you stalking me now
or something?
You should know this guy's
a serious threat to your family.
If you care about him,
tell him to stay away.
Feeling threatened, are you?
I didn't say us.
I said your family.
I can tell you everything.
But do you really
want to know everything?
I'm going to bed.
Of course you are.
Some of us have to live
in the real world, Rory.
Oh, fuck!
What? Jesus, Cam!
What are you doing?
I gave you a wake-up call
half an hour ago.
Yeah. I must have...
I must have drifted back off.
Put some pants on.
Harry's waiting.
Righto.
Why do we have to be up
so early?
It's character building, Jack.
Right, is that why there's
so many crooks in racing?
No one said good character.
Can I ask why I need to be here?
Well, morale, mostly.
I mean, how do you think
we'd all feel
being up at the crack of dawn
while you're snuggled
in your do on a?
Harry wanted you to know
that we worked out
where Ricky's gonna land
his big sting.
The Harry Strang Stakes.
Which is his horse?
Well, that we didn't know,
not until a truck
ran into the back
of the favorite's float
and did its Achilles.
Mm. You'll never guess where
the first emergency's from.
- Ricky Kirsch country.
- Queensland?
Oh, t-that's her.
Panda Panda.
And you couldn't have just
told me this on the phone?
It's too sensitive.
Come on.
Let's get to work.
- Nice morning's work.
- You go, boss.
I'm gonna take some photos
of Panda Panda at the stables.
See you back at the homestead.
So just to be clear,
there was no need for me
to be here at all?
Completely pointless, Jack.
You got to see a sunrise,
didn't you?
Some people are never happy.
Hello, Cam.
That's coming along.
Yeah, it's getting there.
I've got some spare time
if you need a hand.
God, no.
Thanks for mulling it over.
What happened to Rory?
You'll be pleased to know
that's over.
You liked her, didn't you?
Ah, you got to wonder
what's wrong with me, don't you?
I do.
But then I get bored
and focus on my own shit.
Thanks.
Jeez, that throat cancer
must be a bit of a bitch.
How do you reckon you got it?
Fuck off.
Who's the body bag for?
Fucking nature!
That's him.
Dyson, where are you?
Right.
He's taking a dump.
Right, let's go.
Nice work, boys.
- Where's Dyson?
- Taking a dump.
He's starting to come to, boss.
Shitting himself.
This is Ricky, Cam.
Shh-shh-shh-shh.
I just want you to know,
this is the last voice
you are ever gonna hear.
Throw him over, boys.
God, that must be fucking cold.
Where's Dyson?
He's missing all the fun.
That's a hell of a long dump.
Dyson!
You did look
inside the bag, didn't you?
Oh, fuck.
Did you send an e-mail to Jack?
You know I can't e-mail.
Police were called
to a suspected terrorist
incident this morning.
Indian national Javed Nazeem
was arrested in a building
owned by
the Delatech Corporation,
a medical-research
multinational.
Well, it's a simple question,
really.
I'm just wondering
what sort of research
you do in that building.
Yeah, I gather it's scientific,
but what are you researching,
exactly?
Hello? Hello?
Jack! Jack!
Brendan.
Come on in and meet
my work colleagues.
Come on.
Priyanka, Bhagat, Farouk,
Asinku, and Anil.
Not "Anal"!
Called him "Anal"
for the first six weeks.
This is Jack, everyone.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Very dear friend of mine.
- We're like brothers.
- Well...
You're a lucky man, Jack.
Brendan's a straight-up guy.
Asinku, stop it.
Actually, Brendan, can I just
have a word for a sec?
Sure.
Anyone touches my macchiato,
I'll shoot you in the head, yes?
So they know what you do, then?
Yeah, I told them, yeah.
Not sure they realize
I'm serious, to be honest.
Listen, about those meat heads
that you shot in the leg.
- Remind me again?
- The drug lab in Coburg.
Oh, yeah.
Well, it seems like
the cops are onto you.
Right. And?
Well, you won't mention my name,
will you?
Jack.
I take that stuff to the grave.
- We're family.
- Not really.
- Come on, bring it in.
- Ah...
Don't worry about that.
That's not contagious.
It's just a side effect
of this medication I'm on.
Brendan, I have to go.
- You off?
- Yeah, I'll see you next week.
- Asinku, my man.
- Bro.
- Tuesday, yeah?
- Yeah.
Look forward to it.
Is Asinku
on the same medication?
Yeah.
Looks like we're both on A's.
This is one of those ones
where you wish you were on a P.
What do you mean, A's and P?
What...
Clinical research trials.
Active drugs and placebos.
So you're a... a lab rat
for a pharmaceutical company?
No, no, no,
they contract all that out.
It's like my work.
And I prefer
the term "guinea pig," Jack.
We're all guinea pigs.
It's just that some of us
get paid for it.
Your friends aren't all students
by any chance, are they?
Yeah, all students.
And how did you get involved?
You know, I don't, uh,
I don't get to make many friends
in my line of work.
I come into the café one day,
I see "Anal"
with a big rash on his face
and I think, you know,
"What's that all about?"
I get chatting to him
and I think, "Why not?"
Chance to make an honest dollar,
and who knows,
maybe make a difference.
Listen, the work you're doing,
it wouldn't happen to be
in Doncaster, by any chance,
would it?
Yeah. Doncaster.
Might just dwell here.
Good luck.
Morning.
Have you ever taken part
in a clinical drug test before,
Mr. Ireland?
No, this'd be my first time.
Any allergies,
preexisting medical conditions?
No.
You brought
your doctor's report?
So most of your participants
are foreign students, yeah?
We draw our volunteers
from a variety of sectors
across the community.
And you offer payment?
We offer financial incentives
on all our programs.
It's standard practice.
And you can guarantee safety?
Clinical trials in this country
are highly regulated
and we are, of course,
fully compliant.
Huh.
However, we do require
our volunteers
to sign a standard
waiver agreement.
Mind if I take a look?
So these are the first, uh,
human trials of untested drugs?
How can you be sure, you know...
Thank you for coming in,
Mr. Ireland.
We'll review your application
and let you know.
Oh, I think I have an inkling.
Thanks.
Ohh.
How'd you go?
Not the best meeting
I've ever had.
You haven't put me
in an awkward position
in there, have you, Jack?
These people are
my work colleagues.
They're like family.
Brendan, you're a standover man.
This is a multimillion-dollar-
turnover-a-year CRO.
They toss you a couple
of shekels every now and then
like a cup of tea and a biscuit,
in exchange for boils, rashes,
and God-knows-what
long-term physiological effects.
It's not just biscuits, Jack.
It's cake as well sometimes.
I really need to see
their clinical trial tests.
Don't like where this is going.
Has there been a death?
Yeah.
The death of fun.
They all voted against
office theme days.
Ohh.
So no more dress-ups?
Said they were spending
a fortune on costume hire,
so they canceled it.
- Mm.
- What sort of people do that?
Well...
Nobody wants to be happy.
I mean, they would just rather
sit in their little cubicles
like rats in a cage,
processing data,
preparing spreadsheets,
sending memos.
I mean, what is it all for?
We are just like hamsters
spinning in a wheel.
Well, I just don't think rodents
want to wear costumes, do they?
They just want to eat cheese.
Dress-up days
were the cheese, Jack!
Yeah, and I get this is probably
not the time to ask you,
but I need a favor.
Oh.
I need you on the end
of a phone because I...
I'm gonna break into the
Delatech building in Doncaster,
and I need you
to talk me through
how I access
their computer files.
No.
Look, you don't have to do
anything dangerous.
I am not sitting
on the end of some phone
while you commit a crime.
I'm coming with you.
I work with dead people,
and I need to feel alive.
When do we break in?
- Tonight.
- Good.
I know exactly
what I'm gonna wear.
What next?
Climb up there?
No, I've got a security pass.
Brendan nicked it for me.
Is she wearing a ninja outfit?
Just be thankful I talked her
out of wearing the mask.
Yeah, ta.
Go Tiges!
Okay, bottom of these stairs.
There's a security camera
up there.
I'm gonna cover it.
Swipe us in.
Stay out here.
Camera's gone out
in the server room.
Oil!
Yeah, all right.
All clear.
I'll wait outside.
Okay.
- Do you need that?
- Yep.
Yeah, that looks right.
Curiosity killed the cat.
Against the wall.
Give me your torch.
Right, I'm in.
I really don't
pay you enough, do I?
Not even close.
Okay.
Clinical Trials... Human.
- So it's Lakshmi Agarwal.
- Right.
So, Kev,
how much do they pay you
for your graveyard shift?
Well, it works out at 480
for an eight-hour shift.
Before tax?
- Yeah.
- That's not bad.
But it's not exactly
danger money, though, is it?
It's not worth
trying to be a hero for.
So how long till your mate
comes downstairs
to check where you are?
Probably any minute now.
We keep pretty strict protocols.
Goal!
When you're done here,
meet me upstairs in the foyer.
What for?
Shit.
Yeah, okay.
Shit.
So... So we need
to get trial dates
and chemical compounds.
Yep.
All sorted out?
Hands in the air.
Don't touch that button.
Now, Kev, what I want you to do
is go around there
and disable
the security recordings.
And no funny buggers.
I'm very familiar
with the system.
Good work, Kev.
- Who's winning?
- Uh, T-Tiges.
Uh, by... by 2.
Got it.
Okay.
Right. Ah, okay.
Yes! Yes!
Oh, yeah!
- Yes, yes, yes, yeah!
- Yeah!
XV Goal
-CAM. Goal.
He's done it again.
Kicked another one.
He's a freak.
That's what he is.
Yeah.
- Shall we?
- I love those boys.
Gus!
I was wondering
if I can buy you a milkshake.
- A milkshake?
- Yeah.
My marriage hasn't exactly
been very happy, Gus,
and I spend my working life
hearing about everyone else's
unhappy marriages
in excruciating detail.
So when I met Jack,
it was like the clouds parted.
I know.
This is really embarrassing.
It really is.
I know how much
you mean to Jack,
and I was hoping
that we could get along.
No, this is fucked up.
My mother pulled
this kind of shit.
Thanks for the milkshake.
No, no. C... C... not B.
C for Charlie.
And then 2, H for Harry,
2, 2, B for Barry,
little R for... Rory,
F for Freddie,
N for Nellie, 2, 0.
Well, I don't... I don't know.
That's why I'm asking you.
I'm not a chemist.
That'd be great.
Thanks.
Irish.
Jack, someone's broken in,
and there's three of them!
- Jack!
- Gus, don't open the door.
Gus, listen to me.
Gus, can you hear me?
Are you okay?
Let me go!
Please!
I'm coming. Listen to me.
Hold on!
Hold on.
I'm on my way.
I'm coming.
Just hold on, okay?
Sit tight.
I'm on my way.
Gus!
Gus!
Shit!
Gus!
Shit.
Come on.
Jack?
Jack.
So you don't think
this was random?
This is me, Barry.
What do you reckon?
All right, well,
who, in particular,
have you pissed off lately?
I broke into
a drug-research building
in Doncaster last night.
Jack, when are you gonna stop
this David versus Goliath
bullshit?
The Bible's not
exactly Hansard, mate.
For all we know, David's
slingshot could have been bung,
and he could have got
the shit kicked out of him.
What's happened?
Are... Are you okay?
Gus has been taken.
Is there anything I can do?
You're kidding, aren't you?
Okay, Phillip.
Now I'm listening.
This man has been a mentor
to many of you here today.
But to me, he has been
so much more than that.
When I was a little girl,
I loved rules.
I measured the length
of my socks.
I always swam between the flags.
Even my stuffed toys
had strict curfews.
In... In rules,
I found comfort and security.
Then one day at the beach,
my father,
he led me away from the flags.
He took me out
into the raging surf,
and I was dunked
over and over again.
My eyes, my nose, my mouth
was full of salt and sand.
And I'd never felt more alive.
In that moment, he'd shown me
the thrill of... of the unknown.
The forbidden, the uncharted.
And my father has done that
his entire life.
Gus?
It is a great honor
to present to you the man
who has fearlessly leapt into
the unknown to advance humanity
and to ameliorate
world suffering.
He is an innovator...
Gus!
...and a pioneer
and he will leave this world
a far better place
than he found it.
The recipient of
the Queen's Trust Award
for services to humanity,
my father,
Professor Thornton Finch.
Gus!
Gus?
Gus?
Gus. Gus!
Oh, Jesus.
Gus.
- [ Gus? Gus, can you hear me?
- I Whimpering ]
It's all right.
It's all right.
Shh.
Shh, it's all right.
It hurts.
You've made me very, very proud.
I know what you've been doing.
Coasters! Eric!
I just polished that.
I told you,
I'm having an inspection.
What are we supposed to do
for lunch?
Well, just sort yourself out
in the kitchen.
Just don't make a bloody mess.
Your father pointed me
to that stool 43 years ago,
and I've been sitting on it
ever since.
So you could do with
getting up off your ass.
Oh, don't be so miserable.
Oh.
Oh, it's only you.
Should I have dressed up, mate?
Oh, no, I'm sorry.
I'm just... I'm just nervous.
The agent said
he's a very serious buyer.
Now here they come.
Jack, how do I look?
How do I look?
Like a man
who's never worn a suit.
Good. Good.
- How's young Gus?
- She'll be all right.
She's... She's just
really shaken up.
They... They drugged her
with something,
so she's in overnight
for observation.
Well, when you find out
whoever it was done this to her,
do not bring him in here.
Probably best just to let the
police handle it, Wilbur, eh?
Ohh.
Well, that's not like you
to sit on the bench, Jack.
- I know.
- Huh!
So just come in.
Watch your step there.
So this is the main
public bar area.
Hey, Stan, what's the use-by
date on these beans?
Yeah, not now, Eric!
Um, and, um, and here's
the commercial bar,
fully appointed,
with top-of-the-line taps
and fridges.
Hey, what gives?
Come into the pool room.
Oh!
Kendra?
Kendra!
It's okay.
I'm not here to hurt you!
Kendra?
Kendra, I know
what's been going on.
You're not safe here.
Let me help you.
She was right.
Lakshmi.
It's like it's on fire.
I can get you some help.
It's gonna be okay.
No!