Jack Irish (2016–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Episode #2.6 - full transcript

I have been made to feel
so welcome here.

I'm going insane!

I have to bring Lakshmi home
to put her ashes in the river.

Nine foreign students

who get shipped back to India
wind up dead.

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?

You can't do this!
I've got paperwork!

Please, where are you taking
my wife?!



Harry wanted you
to know that we worked out

where Ricky's gonna land
his big sting.

- Which is his horse?
- Panda Panda.

What next?
Climb up there?

No, I've got a security pass.
Brendan nicked it for me.

Got it.

Someone's broken in,
and there's three of them!

Who, in particular,
have you pissed off lately?

She was right.
Lakshmi.

It's like it's on fire.

It's gonna be okay.

No!

Gently!

This should have been done
three years ago.



Cover her up.

For God's sake.

Don't tell me...
You were having Devonshire tea

with someone you don't know,
and they got shot.

Yes, a woman!

- L-Listen, Barry...
- I was fucking joking!

Barry, I'm at a property

about... about 10 Ks
out of Dargo.

This woman's shot herself.

She...

Can you hear me?

Barry!

Listen, I'll call you
from the township.

Stop now.

Make it stop.

Stop.

I need the names
of everyone you've told.

I haven't told anybody.

Careful.
You might sever an artery.

Ah, Jesus!

I'll be back in a day or so,

see if any names
have come to mind.

I wouldn't fall asleep.

You won't wake up.

Oh, shit.

Where do we find peace?

Is it in the embrace
of a loved one?

The sticky hands of a toddler?

Or is it dabbling our feet
in the cool, tranquil waters

of a mountain stream?

Peace...

What are you doing out here?

I would have thought
it was obvious.

Crucifying meat.

Why aren't you inside
with the others?

Someone has to man the barbecue.

There's a million dollars
worth of prime rib here.

Oh, for God's sake, Phillip.
It's just today.

Can you not fuck this up
for my father today?

How many of them do you reckon
want it rare?

'Cause I think
it's all a bit late.

On Thursday we launch Gloxinia

to every medical practitioner
across the country,

thus bringing to fruition all
the years of toil for all of us.

I'd like to get our new CEO
of Zarco, Phillip...

What's Phillip doing?

Phillip is, uh, turning quality
meat into carbon, it seems.

Now, Rory is going to hand each
of you one of these envelopes.

This is my thanks to you.

Shares in the company.

I want everyone here to share
in Gloxinia's financial success,

so you can all go and buy
your own bloody beach house.

To our supreme leader!

Bugger me,
that was a long drive.

Barry?

You may want to
make yourself comfortable.

I may be here for a while.

How... How did you find me?

Well, I just looked for
the most improbable place

that someone who has no idea
what the fuck they're doing

might end up in, and hey presto.

So where's the corpse?

It's just over there.
Can you get me out of here?

Well, it's gone walkabout.

Who was it?
Oh, hang on, there's more.

Hang on.

Kendra Raspovic.

She was a research scientist
with Martin Reed.

I didn't get to
talk to her properly.

So the man you didn't know
and the woman you didn't know

working on something

that I assume
you didn't know about either.

Am I gonna need
a whiteboard for this?

There's... There's... There's
a dugout in the hill over there.

It's all in there.

Oh, can you cut me out?

Yeah.

Actually, I'm gonna need
some tin snips or something.

Don't go anywhere.

- Not funny, mate.
- It is a bit.

Oh, shit,
they've cleaned it all up.

You think?

Well, there was all chemical
formula stuff on the walls here.

And I... I'd found her computer.

She was...
She recorded herself on it.

She was, um...
She was off her head, so...

Yeah, on drugs.

So, what,
two research scientists,

an underground lab,
six shootings,

and you didn't think
to report that?

I was trying to sort it all out.

Yeah, well,
excellent bloody job.

Our best guess,

Ricky Kirsch is gonna hit
the Henry Strang Stakes.

He wants payback on Harry.

Have I offended Jack
in some manner?

No, he's probably just been
tied up or something.

He did know that Stella
was preparing dinner?

Mm-hmm.

Now, we think
the horse he's backing

is a Queenslander...
Panda Panda.

Whisper is it's very good.

Ricky'll back it to the hilt
if he can get the odds.

There are only
two other real contenders

left in the race.

- Your horse, Terry.
- Kumquat.

- And yours, Cheryl.
- Yeah, Light Showers.

I have a horse in that race.

Yeah, um, We Can Win.

Trained her myself.

With great respect, Dougie,

your horse'd be more at home
in a milking shed.

So our best guess is that he'll
try and nobble your two horses.

So we double security.

No, no,
we get rid of it altogether.

No, we want him to think
he's got an open go.

I'm not risking my horse
on that psychopath.

Not asking you to.

We switch horses in the stables
the night before.

Put in some lookalikes.

We need a couple of useless nags
that look like your horses,

and that's where
Dougie comes in.

- No offense.
- None taken.

I'll see what I can match.

And come race day,
we switch your horses back.

And what happens
if Panda Panda still wins?

Well, before the race,
we'll just whack it up

with a good dose of something
that we can protest at the end.

The only slight weakness is
if we have the wrong race

and the wrong horse.

In which case,
we'll all be charged

and banned for life from racing.

Has everybody got enough?

Oh, yes.
Thank you, yes.

- I'll have some more.
- Oh, right.

For the life of me, I...

I never thought
they'd deport her.

No.

Or that Stan would chase her
all the way back to China.

No.

Ah, for the want of a nail,
a kingdom was lost.

You know, I've been thinking.

Come Monday week, opening time,
where are we?

Forgotten men.

Yeah.

Well, since she's gone,

I find me self missing
that kung pao chicken thing

that she used to make.

And I suppose I...
I didn't mind her cong you bing.

Gus?

Hello, Jack.

Linda.

Oh, good, you remember my name.

He was never very good
with names.

What are you doing here?

I'm chatting to Gus.

Oh, what happened to your neck?

Oh.
Oh, it's just shaving...

He never gives
a straight answer.

Yes.
You've noticed that?

Where have you been?
You didn't call.

Yeah, I'm sorry, I...

Have you seen her drawings
of this cabinet?

Yeah.
Just like her granddad.

I'll go measure up.

She a permanent fixture?

No, no.

You might need to tell her that.

Look, if you're here
chasing more details

about the Indian students,
I've hit a bit of a dead end.

I'd be careful
'cause there's somebody

who's trying to shut us up.

That's precisely why I flew
nine hours to be here.

I just wanted to see you
and talk about dead people.

I can give you everything
I've got, if that's...

Hello, sorry, I should
introduce myself properly.

Linda Hillier.

We were in a relationship
for several patchy years.

I don't give a shit
about any of that.

I told you that in India.

You always say stuff like that,
but you never mean it.

I want you to meet someone.

Ah, Jack, ah, this is Orton.

My husband.

Hey, Jack.

Linda has told me
a lot about you.

But I can see by your face
not a lot you about me.

No, not a great deal.

We got married three days ago
in Manila.

Ha ha!

You came to the Prince
for your honeymoon?

Well, it was either here
or the Bahamas.

Right.
So you're actually married.

Well, we think so.

We can't be 100% sure.

It was a very moving ceremony

involving a very drunk
Filipino priest.

Actually we're trying to adopt
a little girl,

and it's easier if you're married,
so ta-dal y

I wanted to marry her.

Why did you
wear the shorts, then?

It... It was a solemn occasion.

Was she always this fussy
about clothing?

I don't really remember.

Why don't I get some drinks
to celebrate?

No, no, no.
No, no. My shout.

I got the girl.

He's balding, you know?

Yeah.

And he's shorter than me.

He's not tall.

And yet you married him.

Yes.

We're planning on
moving back here

once the adoption is sorted out,

and I wanted us all
to be friends.

Ah.

You're very important to me,
and I think you'll like him.

Tell me, is it always the one
who does the dumping

that wants everyone
to stay friends?

Almost exclusively.

For the record,
neither of us dumped the other.

You just let me drift away.

Ah, it's good to see you two
back together again.

We're not back together.
She's married this bloke.

- Orton?
- Yeah.

Much better choice!

Only met him 20 minutes ago,
but I'll tell you,

if this place
wasn't being sold up,

he'd be a strong contender
for Norm's stool.

Thanks, Eric.

Had you exercised due diligence,

you would have discovered
there was a sewerage pipe

running along
that two centimeters

of disputed fence line,
and that is why...

Bernadette, you asked me
to contest its location,

and I warned you at the time...

So when the man moved the fence,

my house was flooded
with my neighbor's feces.

Oh, good.

Are you even listening?

Gloxinia.

Hot drink, Dad?

Keep you warm.

This, uh, relationship you're
having with this Jack Irish...

It's nothing to do with you.

Better be over.

It's none of your business.

It certainly is my business.

He's trying to drag down

everything I've worked
the last 50 years to build up,

and it cannot happen.

You better decide
which side of the fence

you're sitting on, girl...

I've been nothing
but supportive.

I know.

That's why I can't allow this
to happen.

And I won't have you destroy
your mother's memory.

Oh!

How did you manage to conjure up
Mum into this conversation?

Why do think I've invested every
penny I own into this drug?

Why do you think I named it
after your mother's...

After her favorite flower.
I know, Dad.

We've been over and over
and over this.

If you and your lover boy
want to cause trouble,

I'm gonna hurt you.

I don't want to do it.

- It's the last thing...
- How dare you?!

I will leave everything,
the company,

to Phillip and the boys.

All I'm asking is that
you support me

in these last few months
of my life.

It's up to you.

I don't suppose
it's ever occurred to you...

...that you're the reason
she killed herself?

I'm sorry to do this to you.

Eric's is about the safest place
I know.

He hardly gets any visitors.

It's okay.

I know he's an old whinger, but
Wilbur said he'd also come by.

You shouldn't see
that madwoman anymore.

She's too needy.
She's like my mother.

What do you mean?

She took me out to a girly chat
and a milkshake,

pretending to be all friendly.

When did she do that?

Couple of days ago.

Not the day you were taken?

I lived with my mother
for 16 years.

I know what mad people
sound like.

You're not gonna do a runner
again, are you?

No, I want to be here.

- Very funny.
- I do.

Really? Why?

Because they like me.

Yeah, well,
so they bloody should.

Jack.

What the hell are you
doing here?

Did you have anything to do
with Gus being taken?

- Well, is she all right?
- Don't avoid the question.

You sent me that text message,
right?

And I know that you met with her

a couple of hours
before she was kidnapped.

What would you two
have to talk about?

- You.
- Bullshit.

Just come inside.

Phillip and the kids
will be here any second.

I had nothing to do
with Gus being taken.

I spoke with her
because it appears

she's your only connection
to anyone human.

And because I wanted to find out

if I was barking
up the wrong tree.

Why?

Because I am walking away
from a 12-year marriage.

I'm not asking you to walk away
from your marriage.

Right.

Have you told your husband?

I was going to.

After the launch.

- After what launch?
- Gloxinia.

What is that?

It's a new antidepressant,
and a very good one.

It's been drug-tested by the TGA
and by half a dozen other

international
independent bodies.

Does this chemical formula
mean anything to you?

I'm not a scientist.

So you don't know if it's
anything that Martin Reed

or Kendra Raspovic
might have been working on

with the grant money
from your father's company?

My father is a bloody saint.

And he will do a thousand
more things in this world

than you will ever do.

Shit.

They're home.

Use the back gate.

What's going on?

I cannot work in an environment

where everyone else
is happy to be miserable.

I'm sorry, but I am by nature
a naturally happy person.

Listen, Kendra Raspovic,
before she died,

she made these tapes
of herself on computer.

Okay, they don't make tapes
on computers.

Well, it doesn't matter.
The computer was stolen.

The thing is, on her walls,
she'd drawn these birds, right?

And when I saw Javed Nazeem
at the detention center,

he'd sort of scrawled
this picture of the same bird,

flying up to the clouds,

and I'm wondering if she's
put something on the clouds...

- Stored on the iCloud.
- Yeah.

'Cause she went
to all this trouble,

so I'm assuming
it's for someone specific,

whether it's Javed
or Martin Reed.

She posted on the cloud.

- Okay, great.
- It's encrypted.

A 22-symbol password.

But if she wanted someone
to find it,

why would she make it
so complicated?

I mean, what's a 22-symbol
password that's not complicated?

Working with miserable people
drags you down.

I reckon that's gonna be
too many letters.

You're on your own, then.

You better have a
life-threatening illness, Jack.

Thanks, Harry.

Isn't it past your bedtime?
It's almost 6:00.

'Cause there needs to be
one heck of a reason

why you didn't make it
to our briefing.

Well, I was knocked unconscious,

and I was tied to a tree
with a wire around my neck

in the bush outside of Dargo,
and I was left to die.

Stella had made Scotch eggs.

And we needed you to cast
a no-nonsense legal eye

over our plans
for Caulfield tomorrow.

Yeah?

We may be charting
difficult legal terrain.

If we drug Ricky Kirsch's horse,
and fix the books

so that he loses a fortune,

are we roughly within
the framework of the law?

No.

No, that's pretty much the
definition of breaking the law.

But borderline, do you think,
given that he's scum

and that we're doing it
for the sake of racing?

You would be so far
outside of the law

that you would need your
special binoculars to see it.

Well, I'll take that, uh,
as unofficial advice.

Well, it's official.

Just think about what it is
you're doing, mate.

You worry about being there.

I mean, if you'd bothered
to come to the meeting

instead of sunbathing
under a tree,

you would know that we have
a foolproof plan!

Dougie.

Kumquat is a gray filly.

Light Showers has white patches
all over its hindquarter.

Now, in what universe
did you even think

these horses resemble them?

Sorry, Cam.
My mind's not on the job.

Been experiencing a few issues
on the home front.

That, what,
cause color-blindness?

Now they look alike.
Come on.

Gretel's sniping at me 24/7.

How I continually let her down,
how I don't clean after myself,

how I'm a disappointment
in the sack.

You know, but she's not flash
in that capacity either, Cam,

I can tell you,
not with her knees.

Our 25th wedding anniversary,

I give her
a 2,800-watt vacuum cleaner.

She takes one look at it
and walks out on me.

There you go.
This way.

- 'D even gift wrapped it!
- Shit Shih, shi, shin.

- Turn my torch off?
- No! leave it on.

Right, come on.
Right here.

You do Light Showers,
and I'll do this one.

The thing has excellent suction.

Come on, Dougie.

And where is the vermin spit?

He should have shown up
in his high heels by now.

Well, maybe he couldn't find
a matching handbag.

Maybe he's not gonna show up.

Pity to waste
all this criminal activity.

Oh, he'll show.

Panda Panda's odds are 10 to 1.

Ricky Kirsch could be
looking for something

much better than that.

Where you going?

What'd you just do?

Underwrite them.

Razor'll up the ante,
and the others will follow suit.

Yeah,
but if Kirsch's horse wins,

you're gonna lose a fortune.

Then we lodge a protest.

They'll test her and find out
that Panda Panda's been doped.

We've thought of everything,

which you would know
if you'd attended the meeting.

What if the protest
isn't upheld?

Cynthia's a steward.

And if the worst happens,

Dougie's agreed
to take the fall.

S-So Dougie's actually the one
doping the horse?

Dougie? No.
He's way too unreliable.

We got that mate of yours.

What mate?

Jack fucking Irish.

Is it done?

- All sorted.
- You got him to do it?

Had a little bit of white on it,
you said.

Yeah, well, you saw the photos.
On... On the legs.

- Not on its forehead?
- Oh, dear.

What number did it have?

- Number?
- Oh, God.

Harry, you'd better have
a word to Razor.

He's got Panda Panda at 30 to 1.

Stop him! Jesus!

Oh, God, there's Ricky.

I should never
have come back to racing.

I was happy.

Going to gardening shows
and playing golf.

They're leading
them out of the yard now

for the running of the fourth.

It's the inaugural
Harry Strang Stakes.

- Tell me.
- He put 400K on it.

At 30 to 1, average,
you're gonna be up...

Yeah, I can do arithmetic, Cam.

God, Stella's gonna kill me.

And the great man himself
is with us today.

I wonder if Harry's got
any tips for us.

- Good on ya, Harry!
- Good on ya, Harry!

I've bet on Panda Panda.
What about you, Harry?

Think I preferred you
in the ruby number, Ricky.

Ahh, just a bit of fun, Harry.

Something you wouldn't know
anything about.

Not when you're around.

Well, just settle back
and enjoy the race, boys.

And they're set.

And racing in the 1,200-meter
Harry Strang Stakes,

as Panda Panda began well.

Kumquat was into stride quickly,

and Light Showers is up there
in the early stages.

Light Showers and Kumquat
looked good

when we took them off the floats
this morning.

They were there last night.

They were in bed, tucked up,
miles away.

Don't know which horses
you drugged, but it wasn't them.

Go, Panda!

- Go, Kumquat!
- Go, Kumquat!

Hit the thing!

Go, We Can Win!

We Can Win's come from nowhere!

Blazing down the outside.

- I have a horse.
- What a performance!

A horse that actually won!

Oh, yes!

Fill me up with helium
and fly me to the moon!

Ricky Kirsch.

Please follow this gentleman
back to the steward's room.

Police would like
a word with you.

I'm smiling now, Ricky.

So, what horse
did you actually dope?

That one probably.

What are you
so happy about, anyway?

Neither horse won.

Well, I went down a few hundred.

Much better than millions.

And we finally buried
Ricky Kirsch.

No, racing's the real winner
here today.

Yeah, well,
I didn't back racing.

I put 200 on horses
you said were a shoo-in.

Well, that's racing.

Stéphane Grappelli's always seen
as the father of jazz violin.

But for me, it's an Italian
bloke... Joe Venuti.

She's not interested
in dead violinists, Wilbur.

God strike me.

Hey, I'm educating the girl in
the finer points of jazz, Eric.

Opa used to play
a lot of classical stuff.

Yeah, yeah, I mean,
Charlie would have done, love.

Yeah, he... he would have done

because, uh, well, you know
he was a German, you know?

I mean, they lost the war,
so they used to listen

to a lot of miserable music,
you know?

Whereas we won the war
and our music was, uh...

Well, it was less grim.

Hey, he's half deaf,

and the half that isn't
has got no musical taste.

Hello, mate.
Jack, come in, mate.

Sit yourself down.
Just in time to hear our Gracie.

Gracie Fields, love.

Well, we should probably
get going, actually.

I want to listen.

J Till you find
the bluebird of happiness I

♪ You will find 3

J Greater peace of mind I

Beautiful words.

3 Knowing there's a bluebird
of happiness?

- & And when you do... J
-J ...ppiness... ppiness... &

- Ah, it's stuck, Eric.
- You will find... &

Eric, it's stuck.

- What?
- It's stuck.

- Oh. Oh, poor Gracie.
- 3... ppiness... ppiness... &

Don't worry, I've got another
version here by Jimmy Durante.

Ah, come on, come on.

How many letters in
"the bluebird of happiness"?

22.

Okay, so I've done that,

so how do I know
if I'm in this cloud thing?

Well, it says so.

Why?
Do you think they're lying?

You were much more fun in
your pirate costume, you know?

Okay, so if I type in
this password.

The blue...

That's not it.

Mm-hmm.
Without intervals and no caps.

Bluebird of happiness.

Oh, bugger me.

Right.

My name is Kendra Raspovic.

Six years ago
I was a research scientist

working under Martin Reed
on a research fellowship

funded by
the Next Horizon Foundation,

in conjunction
with Zarco Pharmaceuticals.

What?

There's three and a half hours
of this.

Can... Can I save this somehow?

Oh, right, okay.

And then how...
How do I watch it off that?

Yes, you plug it into
either nostril

and hold your breath
for an hour.

Should work.

Oh, so you can be funny
in your normal clothes.

Okay, you are gonna
download this

and when watch it on your telly.

- On the telly?
- Yeah, plug it in the back.

Zarco paid a CRO, Delatech,

a fortune to conduct
illegal human trials.

Zarco then paid some
fly-by-night college

to supply
willing Indian students

here on temporary visas.

Now, you must believe me,

it was never anybody's intention

to hurt these students.

We started seeing side effects.

The drug was too powerful.

It caused unbearable pain
and swelling in the cerebellum,

bleeding, and ultimately death.

We are responsible for the
deaths of at least 10 people,

and I can't live with that.

The truth must come out.

I have now taken the same drug
that killed them,

and I will
record the results un...

Until I am no longer
physically able.

I would like to think my life

amounted to something
worthwhile.

Must be hard for you to move on.

I was born here, Linda.

Yeah, eight feet above
where you're sitting.

Yeah, that's how far
I've traveled in my life...

A few steps.

- And the odd drive to Seymour.
- Oh.

I just never wanted to be
anywhere else.

What, you didn't want
to see the world?

Oh, no, no,
I've seen enough on TV

to know to stick
well clear of that.

You know, I met my Vera
at the bar here,

and I proposed to her
on those very steps.

We had our reception
in the pool room there,

and she left to live with my
cousin through that door there.

There's just so many
happy memories.

So time for a change.

Well, you know, I know
some people thrive on change,

but it just makes me nervous.

And when Cherry Blossom
came into my life

I thought, "Good.
I'm happy.

No more change until I die."

I mean, I don't even drive
to Seymour anymore.

Although that's where
my cousin lived.

Oh, of course.

We've spent the last
40 years arguing about this,

and we still haven't come up
with a final list.

Well, give me your candidates.

- God. Stan!
- What?

I'm gonna shout this man a beer.

Don't believe it.

My last days here, and Eric's
gonna shout someone a beer.

Hey, listen, can I borrow
your press pass?

Mm! Oh, hi, Jack.

Um, great. Yourself?

I know who's behind it all.
Zarco Pharmaceuticals.

They've got a big launch,

and I'm gonna need
a press pass to get in.

Well, mine has my name
and my photo on it.

- Come with me.
- No, Jack.

I told you, I've finished
with all of that.

- Really?
- You're on your own.

Okay, I'll find another way
to get in.

Where do we find peace?

Is it in the embrace
of a loved one?

The sticky hands of a toddler?

Or is it dabbling our feet
in the cool, tranquil waters

of a mountain stream?

...happy in the knowledge
that says we are...

It's going well.

...that our breath feels easy
and the rhythms of the world...

Let's just get through this,
shall we?

What do you think I'm doing?

Ah, yeah,
Dr. Benjamin Greaves.

You're already here.

I'm his guest.

There are no plus ones.

Except for me.
Ah, Linda Hillier.

He's my photographer.

Idiot.
Forgot his press pass again.

Where's his camera?

Oh, uh, you'd be surprised

what papers are reduced to
these days.

- There you go.
- Thanks.

Do they want publicity or not?
"Cause I'm happy to leave.

- All right.
- Thank you.

...premier arthritis treatment
in the country

now gives you Gloxinia...

Thanks.

...the serotonin
reuptake inhibitor

that lets people
reclaim their happiness.

How the hell did you sneak in?

- Linda!
- Hello.

Nice to see you two
back together again.

He's been an idiot without you.

I didn't think you came
to these things.

I go to all of them.

Bowel, uterus, spleen,
you name it.

Food's much better here
than anything I get at home.

Hey, um, just by the way,
over there's the kitchen.

I reckon the curry puffs'll
be next.

Oh, that's the one
Gus was talking about.

Typical.

Ladies and gentlemen,

please welcome
the new CEO of Zarco,

Phillip Quinn.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Firstly let me say

I am not responsible
for this new wonder drug.

It was spearheaded
by my father-in-law,

Thornton Finch,

in his long years
at the head of this company.

Jack, you're a bloody fool.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I just had something
that I needed you to see.

Unless of course
you've seen it before.

...antidepressant
on the market.

We've studied 3,000 patients

with severe clinical depression,

refractive to the two leading

time-honored
depression medications.

The results...

I can explain everything,
but not here.

There are
three profound reasons...

Here.
Take this, will you?

Oh, excuse me,
I was wondering if you knew

when the curry puffs
were coming out,

'cause Dr. Greaves said
that he thought they were next

and all we got
were these gyozas.

I don't...

Take that.
Excuse me, miss.

You're not gonna...
Oh.

What about you?
Would you mind...

...12 separate clinical trials,

with an overall disparity
between trials

of less than 2%...

Oh, shit.

Okay.

He came with a woman.

Pick her up too.

Jack...

Excuse me, I need to get to
the champagne at all costs.

I'm sorry...
Dr. Samabuta Mawanjama.

Yes, my father is part Zulu.

Um, can you...

Righto, there she is.

Come with me.

No, I don't think I will.

Unless you want me
to cause a giant scene.

It's up to you.

I tried to warn you.

It's Kendra's last words.

It's a complete record
and confession.

You must think
we are terrible people.

Yeah, I'm warming to that idea.

None of us knew that the drug
would do what it did,

but we are here today
because of those early trials.

- And you knew.
- She does now.

Does it matter how it got here?

This drug will improve the lives
of millions of people.

Yeah, well, I'm only interested
in 10 Indian students.

Then you're a fool.

What is it?

I'll do it.

Oh, for Christ's sake, Rory!

I am truly sorry.

They'll trace you to this.

It's just your standard overdose
of scopolamine.

Devil's breath.

You'll slip into a coma
and never return.

Let's see what he's got.

What the...

O/é! Olé!

Whoo-hoo!

Okay!
Back to work!

Mr. Finch, you'd better
take a look at this.

Zarco.

Delatech.

Thornton Finch.

Immigration.

They knew what they were doing.

They sent them all back home
to die, horribly.

Turn it off.
Turn it off!

No, no, no.

Let it run.
Let it run.

Who are these men?

He never said
where he was going?

- They've taken him.
- Yeah, they're denying that.

Of course they bloody do.
Have you spoken to her?

No, she's nowhere to be seen,
but she can't go far.

You said she and Jack
were lovers.

You've seen the footage.
They're murderers.

They've killed at least
10 people and now Jack.

Hang on, hang on, we don't
know any of that yet, right?

And Jack has
an extraordinary ability

of coming back from the dead.

I swear, it was like
he's Jesus Christ

in an earlier life or something.

Ah...

Linda, look...

I'm sorry, okay?

I'm worried too.
I've got men combing the state.

Plus he can't be dead.

I couldn't be that lucky.

Here you go.

I think we should go
and come back?

I can't leave her.

You go.

No.
I'll stay with you.

We can sleep in Jack's bed.

I don't have too many lines
in the sand,

but I think
you've just found one.

I'll get some blankets.

J We are the boys
from old Fitzroy J

& We wear the colors
maroon and blue J

3 We will always fight
for victory &

J We will always
see it through 7

J Win or lose J

JWedoordie... J

Oh! So sorry.
So sorry.

Reception.

Yeah, this is Jack Irish.

I'm just... just wondering
when I checked in here.

It's...

It's... It's perfect.

Her grandfather was the
best cabinetmaker in Melbourne.

You're forgetting me.

Hi.

Here, let me do it for you.

What happened?

Uh, I have no idea.

Well, it's front-page news.

Zarco, Delatech,
Meritus Institute.

They're all in deep shit.

I've got an interview with
the minister of immigration.

Maybe when you get
to immigration,

you might do something for Stan.

Later.
Just go to sleep.

Sadly, not with you.

No.

I found that parcel of yours.

Why'd you never ask me
if I'd got it?

I presumed you did,
but you were just over me.

Things might have been
very different.

Although, you know, Orton would
never had let it go.

He would have hounded me.

Still, nice to know
there was a moment

you would have tripped over
that last hurdle.

All too late.

Well, you've got
your own family now.

Oh, no, Gus is not staying.

So you keep saying.

Well, I suppose
I should thank you.

I used a sedative.

Switched the needles.

Well, I meant
for the hotel room,

but, yeah,
thanks for not killing me.

Forgive me if I don't
return the thanks.

They were just good people

trying to do
something worthwhile, Jack.

Yeah, so was Eddie Chin
and those students.

Phillip wanted me
to give you something.

Lakshmi's ashes.

He said it was her body

that finally helped them
get the drug right.

Whatever that means now.

Thanks.

Cherry.

Cherry!

- Oh, it's so good to see you!
- You too!

Look at you.
Handsome!

And who are all these people,
my love?

My family.
They all got visas.

They have come to live with us.

Ohh!

Oh, that's...
I'll get that.

- All of them?
- Yes!

That's great.

Hey.
Hey, hey, no.

No!
Y-You can't sit there, mate.

You can't...

Cor struth!

Yeah, just straight through.

Oh, God.

This is all because
you wanted pies.

God.

What?

It...
It's a perfectly good join.

You're just never happy.

J So be like I &

♪ Hold your head up high 7

3 Till you find
a bluebird of happiness &