A Difficult Woman (1998) - full transcript

Anne Harriman has it all, and expects nothing less. Her brilliant work as chief pathologist of pharmaceutical giant Bauer-Ritter has secured the respect of the corporate, academic and political worlds, making her a trophy addition to any board or panel. But she's prepared to put it all on the line when her old friend Giselle McKenzie is murdered.

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(dramatic music)

(bell tolling)

(tense music)

- Oh, Doctor MacFarlane?

- Yes?

- Detective Sergeant Gutteridge.

Detective Cherry.

- Oh, yes?

- We're investigating a homicide.

- Ah, of course.

Giselle McKenzie, of course.



How can I help you?

- Last Friday evening
you left a faculty dinner

just before a young lady was attacked.

Can anyone vouch for your whereabouts

at the time of the attack?

- No.

- Also, we hear you're into Russian stuff.

You know, knickknacks,
collectibles, whatever.

That true?

- Who told you that?

- Anne Harriman.

Is it true?

(keys jangling)

(clock ticking)



I want Taylor with a full
evidence team down here ASAP.

(tense music)

- [Man] You want his clothes?

- [Taylor] Yeah, take the lot.

(tense music)

This one's been read a lot.

(pages rustling)

How's that for a weapon?

(tense music)

- What's this one?

- Um, "Agricultural and
Industrial Implements

of the Soviet Union 1925 to 1975."

- [Dave] Real page turner.

- Well, I'm trying to see if
I can read any inscriptions.

It's bloody hard, these
pictures are shocking.

- Why the hell would anyone
buy a book like that?

- Why would you get half this stuff?

I mean, the guy's a fruit loop.

He did it for sure.

- This bloke MacFarlane
lives on the campus,

so it wouldn't raise suspicion

if people saw him wandering around.

He's got a Russian everything else,

so why not a Russian wrench?

Plus, he hasn't got a solid alibi

for any one of the attacks.

Seems he was home by himself every night.

- So, means and opportunity.

- Motive?

- Well, if you believe Dr. Levin,

the guy's a real sex fiend.

(tense music)

(telephone ringing nearby)

- History has made us French.

It may not be what we would have chosen,

but if we deny this we are
lying only to ourselves.

I have come to see that
the kind of independence

we once wished for is an illusion.

(group chattering)

And so it is that I
propose to cast my vote

and the proxies I hold to all
accepting French sovereignty

over the islands of Teyauma Ohi.

(group clamoring)

- [Woman] Traitor!

Traitor!

- [Man] Coward!

- [Woman] Traitor!

- [Man] You're a coward, Martin!

(dramatic music)

- I wonder what Giselle
would have made of all this.

You've run away before, haven't you?

Rema, wasn't it?

Scanlon says you weren't
responsible for that, either.

- You don't know what
you are talking about.

Rema was killed by the police.

- [Anne] So why did you run away?

- [Dominic] If it was just me,
I'd take my chances in court.

But they can destroy the whole movement

if this becomes public.

Who would ever vote to give
savages like us independence?

- Did Giselle know all this?

- No.

Giselle didn't know.

- So after the argument with Honore,

she went to the uni to
find out for herself?

- Yes.

- Then why did I see you just
sell out your country there?

- Honore De Grasset.

He knows everything.

He has this gun to my head.

So my vote will go whichever way he wants.

- Then why don't you tell someone?

Tell Scanlon.

I mean, he won't let the
accord be corrupted by some--

- You really don't know anything.

Do you?

Scanlon's in on it.

Nine billion dollars trade between

Australia and France each year.

I rang Scanlon as soon as I
found Giselle in the carpark.

He told me to get out of
there as fast as possible.

I wanted to ring an ambulance.

He said no, they record your voice,

and besides, she's already dead.

What difference does it make?

(tense music)

- [Man] Three monkeys
with three perfect scores

inches from the finish
line then this happens.

- [Man] But I don't think I can do it

without Dr. Harriman's permission.

As you--

- Ah, just the person we wanted to see!

Well, the other two monkeys
are looking good, doing well.

- Yes.

- Well, far be it from me,

but don't you think it
mightn't be such a bad idea

to isolate them?

- [Anne] From?

- The other monkey.

The sick one.

- Molly had a miscarriage,
it's not contagious.

- But you don't know what caused it.

- Wei Li Ping, who is the best
microbiologist in his field,

is doing an analysis right now.

Now, when he comes up with some answers--

- These monkeys are very valuable to us.

- As they are to me.

- We think there's an alternative

that you haven't considered

and you are clearly the most qualified

and skilled person to perform it.

You see, an autopsy would reveal--

- A what?

- Well, just hear me out here.

An autopsy would reveal--

- An autopsy is something
that you perform on a corpse

and Molly is a perfectly
healthy living animal.

- We don't know what
caused the miscarriage.

- Are you suggesting a vivisection?

On what grounds?

- It's in our interest to find out.

It also eliminates any
element of contagion.

- We have no evidence of contagion.

- Well, how can you say that

when you don't even know what caused it?

I mean, it was monkeys that brought

Ebola into America, right?

- Oh, Ebola now.

- Uh, but really this
also sees Molly removed

from our sample group

and that way our response
rates would go right back up.

- Which is clearly your whole point,

because then you'd be back on
schedule for your drug patent.

- Well, it's in your
interest as well, Doctor.

- Get out.

(tense music)

- You should think about this.

(tense music)

You look like a fit kind of guy, hmm?

We've got a full gym here, a spa.

Lap pool, it's heated.

Of course.

Sauna, steam room, the like.

You see, an office on the top floor

means more than a key to
the executive washroom.

Let me tell you, a lot more.

But you get one of them, too.

(keys jangling)

(tense music)

- I just don't know
that I'm, um, qualified.

I mean, I'm not...

I don't have any administrative
skills or experience--

- Oh, you think Anne Harriman does?

I mean, Jesus, she's never here.

You'd think if you're
taking home her paycheck

you'd be putting in some
decent hours, wouldn't you?

- Oh, of course, I do.

I would, of course.

- That's all we ask.

(tense music)

Some view from up here, huh?

(lighter flicks)

- Okay, so you're sure
there isn't a brand name

with those letters?

I mean, a Russian tool
manufacturer's brand,

say, on a wrench?

A wrench, Mr. Antonoff, you
know, like um, fix a drain.

No, no, a drain.

- So, how are things in the stiff squad?

Glamor wearing off?

- Um, (chuckles) look,
never mind, Mr. Antonoff.

Thanks very much, I appreciate it.

Okay.

- How come everyone's so happy today?

- Bloody imprint on the murder weapon.

Newtown rapist.

Some kind of bloody
useless Slavic tool brand

no one's ever heard of.

- Oh, you know what they say mate.

A lousy detective

always blames his tool.
- Ah, hello, Mrs. Rustasky.

This is Detective--

(guys laughing)
Shut up, Kodotis.

Oh, no, no!

No, not you, Mrs. Rustasky, no, no, sorry.

- [Kodotis] Except I
thought maybe somebody

might like to know that
whoever this Russki lover is,

he's not your crook.

- Oh, yeah, why's that?

- 'Cause this ain't Russian.

It's Greek!

- Look, sorry, Mrs. Rustasky,

could I call you back?

Sorry.

- Bullshit.

We checked.

Greek's got an O thingy
with a line like this,

not with the line down.

Only Russian's got that.

- Yeah, yeah, forget about
the alphabet degree, mate,

if you hold it like this

everybody in Greece knows this sign.

- [Dave] What does it mean?

- [Kodotis] You ever hear of Theodorakis?

Big shipping family.

Mega-rich, tankers,
freighters, you name it.

That's the family crest.

It's on all their ships.

- [Taylor] Are you sure about this?

- [Kodotis] Yeah, I grew up with this.

(tense music)

- Don't look so stricken,
Tom, it's not you on trial.

We have to tell those
stuffed shirts what we know.

The truth shall set him free.

(tense music)

- [Peter] She was happy, we both were,

so I kissed her back.

- [Man] On the mouth?

- [Peter] I don't actually remember.

- Let's see if this jogs your memory.

"He kissed me hard and
I could feel his tongue

"trying to enter my mouth.

"At the same time, his
hand squeezed my bottom.

"I tried to pull back, but he
kept holding me like that."

Well.

- I can't believe...

Did Grace actually say that?

- [Man] That's the
statement we received, yes.

And we'd rather you don't
mention the name of the victim.

She won't be called before this hearing

and her anonymity has to be protected.

- As opposed to the
anonymity of the accused.

- [Man] Can we just stay
on the subject, please?

Did you or did you not
embrace, kiss on the mouth,

and fondle the buttocks
of a female student

at approximately 6 p.m.
on the 12th of May?

- I've known Peter
MacFarlane for 22 years.

- And have you ever heard
of his harassment of females

during that time?

- I've probably heard every rumor

about every man, woman, and child

that has ever come onto this--

- That wasn't the question, Doctor.

The question was have
you heard any accounts

of Peter MacFarlane sexually harassing

any females on this campus?

- Define harassment.

- Unwanted advances.

Remarks, physical contact.

- How does one know in
advance it's unwanted

until one has made it?

Well?

- So, is that a yes, Doctor?

(tense music)

- Have they started?

- Oh, yes.

- Have you been in?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, you said only good
things about him, didn't you?

- They're not interested in good things.

- This is an impossible situation.

Peter MacFarlane is being
asked to defend himself

against phantom accusers
who are required to offer

nothing in the way of proof.

Now, their word is
given total credibility,

his is given none.

- The guidelines for the
sexual discrimination

code clearly--

- Discrimination is right.

Because these phantom accusers are women

it's assumed that they're
telling the truth.

And because Peter is a man,

he is guilty until proven innocent.

Now, this would be totally unacceptable

in any court in the world and

I think it's a travesty
it's accepted here.

(tense music)

They're all yours.

- I won't be testifying.

- Why the hell not?

- I can't.

Oh, you know why.

- Dr. Ferrars.

- I won't be appearing.

- [Man] And you've nothing to say?

Nothing in support of Peter MacFarlane?

(tense music)

- [Tom] I can't be seen to take sides

and I have to live with these people.

- [Anne] Oh, I have to live with myself.

- [Tom] Oh, don't start
laying claim for the

moral high ground here, Anne.

- (laughs) Well, after
that little display.

- Christ, you're so bloody self righteous.

Ever since...

You're not always so
uncompromised yourself, you know?

- Oh?
- Look at your own life.

You're not her.

- Who?

- Giselle.

You're trying to be her.

You can't be her and
yourself at the same time.

- You're saying that in order for me

to be more like myself I should stand back

and let Peter be destroyed?
- No.

No, of course I'm not.

You do what you can, but
we don't torture ourselves

trying to do things we
can do nothing about

or everybody else around us.

The system is there for a reason.

- Oh, yours maybe, not mine.
- It works.

(tense music)

(van rumbling)

- I didn't want to disturb
you if Tom was with you.

- Oh, well, as you can see,
he is conspicuously absent.

- Because of me.

- No.

Nope.

Lots of things.

- I just wanted to thank you

for standing up for me at that witch hunt.

(scoffs) Had this
overwhelming urge to stand up

and shout, "I saw Goody
Proctor with the devil!"

Being branded the arch-molester
is almost less painful

than dealing with the truth.

I was so deluded I actually
believed a girl like that

could find me attractive.

It's pathetic, isn't it?

- Well, about as pathetic

as a woman who believes she's
doing something worthwhile

and noble, when instead
she's just getting rich

working for slime bags.

Or Nazis, as Giselle would say.

- You know why she gave you so much grief

about your life, don't you?

- Yeah.

She disapproved.

- Because she loved you.

- Well, we're a pair, aren't we?

- Didn't used to be like this.

- How did we get here?

(melancholy music)

(radio static buzzes)

(melancholy music)

- [Girl] Come on, Mum.

- [Woman] I know, darling.

Look, Penny, just give me
a moment and I'll get it.

(melancholy music)

- Sarge?

- What've you got?

- Okay, these are all
the shipping movements

in and out of the harbor
for the past year.

- [Dave] Christ, no wonder
all the fish are dead.

- I rang up Theodorakis'
office down at the docks.

They're gonna fax me the
names of all their ships

that sail here and I can
get the dates off this.

They got all cagey when I said we wanted

to know about the ships,
so I think they're afraid

we're from customs or something.

Anyway, I told them I met a bloke

who told me he was on one of their ships,

couldn't remember his name,

but I wanted to try to catch up with him

next time he came to town.

- (chuckles) You're a talent, Taylor.

Good work.

I'm going home.

If Anne Harriman calls,

tell her we're getting close.

(tense music)

- The ship's called the Elena,

a 37000 ton mixed cargo carrier.

It left port between 5:30 and seven

the morning after every assault,

including Giselle McKenzie.

In fact, 5:45 that time.

So our man waits till
the last possible minute,

makes his hit, and then he's gone.

That's the only ship that
matches the murder times.

He's got to be on it.

So what we've got here is an organized

recreational predator.

Probably young, mid-twenties,

but there's an outside chance
he could be late forties,

could be suffering a
midlife stress psychosis.

Works with his hands, flexible hours.

He's had time to stalk
most of these women.

He blends in, he's fastidious,
intelligent, territorial.

He staked his claim on the
uni and he's not leaving.

- Any tips on how to catch this bastard?

- [Taylor] Well, he's a
creature of habit, obsessed.

Uh, sadistic paraphernalia, they call it,

so everything he does,
he does the same way,

loves the ritual.

- Priors for rape?

- No, I don't think so.

He's got a problem with women,

but mainly academic women.

I don't know, maybe it
stems back to his childhood.

I reckon 10 to one he'll kill again.

They call it kindling, the
violence builds like a fire.

The fantasy feeds on the last crime,

so even if killing Giselle
McKenzie was a mistake,

he's gonna need to kill the next girl,

just to get the same kick.

- It's perfect, a body-snatcher.

It binds into the victim during mitosis

just as the cell divides,

so it always gets two
for the price of one.

A predator with an eye for a bargain.

Basically, it eats its guts out

and lives inside its body,

eventually destroying the entire colony

of intestinal flora.

- And without intestinal flora,

Molly couldn't synthesize vitamin K.

- Yep.

Wouldn't matter how
many vitamin supplements

you gave her, her body
couldn't convert it.

- And without vitamin K,
her blood wouldn't clot.

She hemorrhaged and miscarried.

Give me a look.

We created this?

- [Wei] Looks that way.

- [Anne] Is it contagious?

- Not really.

Can't live outside the body.

I suppose if you ate the
monkey raw you might get it.

You're not planning to do that, are you?

- Not yet.

- Well, I say there's zero
chance of it spreading.

It's a one-off, a freak.

I'd like to keep playing with
it, see if I can alter it

so it attacks harmful
bacteria like E. Coli.

- Just look after Molly for me, will you?

See you later.

(tense music)

- [Man] So?

- Plasmic vector.

Negative side effect of the treatment.

- Do the monkeys have it?

- No.

- Okay.

We're in business.

You know what to do.

(tense music)

- A parcel arrived from Paris today.

They shut up her flat and

the furniture's being shipped back,

but her book company sent
all the papers on her desk

back to me, a terrible waste
of money, really, Air Express.

Would you like to see it?

(papers rustling)

(Anne sighs)

(gentle music)

(little girls laughing)

(quiet knocking)

(gentle music)

- [Anne] I was eight years old

when Giselle first brought me here.

- [Dominic] I hope you
don't mind me coming.

- [Anne] No.

I'm glad you did.

She'd want us to be here together

so she could keep an eye on us,

stop us from doing the wrong thing.

Selling our souls as she used to say.

- [Dominic] Speaking of which,
Scanlon knows we've talked.

- [Anne] I think I'm
beginning to understand

what you've had to deal
with all this time.

- [Dominic] How many deals can you make

before you forget what
it was you set out to do?

How many times can you divide yourself

before there's nobody there at all?

(gentle music)

- Percy Travers.

Hello, old man.

I brought you a present.

Well, it's uh,

it's more of a bribe, actually.

I was hoping I might
be able to convince you

to share digs with me.

You can bore me with T.S. Eliot

and I'll bore you with
Russian art. (chuckles)

What do you say?

(tense music)

(camera snapping)

- That's not Molly.

Where's Molly?

(camera snaps)

Where's my monkey?

All right, where's Wei Li Ping?

(tense music)

- [Wei] Salutation to the sun.

- What did you do with my monkey?

- The monkey with the plasmic vector?

I took bloods, did an intestinal stain,

a minimal gut biopsy,

then gave her some dinner and went home.

Looking into the mouth of the tiger.

I've got a culture going in
agar of your plasmic vector.

I had a quick look at it's codes.

I'm confident we'll get
it to attack E Coli.

Yep, looks like you've won the lottery.

- Well, where is Molly now?

- Back in her cage in your lab.

One of your researchers took her.

If you want to look at the
sample slides and the culture,

he's got them, too.

- Which researcher?

- Dr. Kerr.

Why?

(tense music)

- [Man] Was it our treatment
that caused the miscarriage?

- A contamination of our treatment.

So we can remove Molly from
our response rate survey.

- So, mission accomplished.

I'll proceed with our patent
application immediately.

- The vivisection
illuminated one other thing.

The monkey's ovaries, well,

this is quite remarkable.

They are without exaggeration,
absolutely perfect.

If this is the condition we can get

all the essential organs
in at this age, my God.

The life expectancy of a
human on this treatment

would have to be close to 200 years.

- But there was this thing
about the buffer zone collapsing

and, uh, massive disease?

- The telemeter collapse.

We could eradicate that, I'm sure.

The University of Texas had a
recent breakthrough on that,

but our research has been
solely on disease prevention.

(man speaking foreign language)

- Why have we spent millions figuring out

how to save the lives of a handful of kids

when we're sitting on a goldmine like this

which could add years to anyone's life?

- Because it's right.

Morally.

It's the right thing to do.

- Right or wrong is irrelevant

and not for us to decide.

- Oh, but you are deciding.

- We're just a company with
a duty to our shareholders.

- Well, with this treatment
everyone is gonna be so healthy

you're gonna go out of business.

(man speaking foreign language)

- What makes you think
everyone could afford it?

- Oh, I see.

Two lifetimes of perfect
health for the rich.

And for the poor?

- Whatever they can afford.

- That's obscene.

- That's good business.

- It's grotesque and immoral!

- [Man] It's legal.

- You do this and I'll resign.

- It would be a mistake
to turn your back on this.

- [Anne] Auf wiedersehen.

(older man speaking foreign language)

- Keep your people in mind, Dominic.

I don't want that woman
opening her mouth again.

- This is bullshit.

No one is buying it.

You have to give me something.

Give me the income tax!

- I don't have to do anything.

- If I don't fight you and win something,

they're going to start asking questions.

- [Scanlon] Fine.

Give it to him.

- I'm sorry.

Perhaps some of us misunderstood
this little menage a trois.

I am the one doing the screwing.

Monsieur Martin here is
the one getting screwed

and you, Paul,

are merely the lubricant.

- [Dominic] You little French--

- Calm down, calm down.

Don't screw it up.

You just stick to your yes, sir, no, sir,

three bags full, sir,

and you and your people
might just come out of this

with something to show.

And for Christ's sake, don't say anything

around that bitch Harriman.

- Dominic.

Here, I want you to sign this.

- Well, what is it?

- This is a petition.

We want to name the accord
after Giselle McKenzie.

Here, sign it now.

Before the press conference.

- Press conference?

- Raitea and I have called
one to tell them about this.

This is a good thing
to do for a good woman.

The McKenzie Declaration.

(pen scrawling)

- Our offender has struck every time

between 10 p.m. and 2 a.m.,
so we're gonna give him

a margin of error each
way from 9:30 to 2:30.

Now, we gotta remember
he knows he was seen

by two people last time, which
could change his pattern.

It might mean he's got the butterflies,

won't show at all.

- It could make him bolder.

- Psych people say he
might've loved the rush of it,

terrifying two people, not just one.

Plus, in his wonderful little mind,

he might feel like he's owed one.

- Christ.

- Anyway.

Taylor's volunteered to be the target.

She will trawl in this direction

while we have the mobile base here.

I want Anderson and Frankel
in civvies here and here.

Try and dress down like uni types, guys.

- Um, what's your ETA from the base

to the furthest point I'll be trawling?

- Three minutes, max.

But I can get someone to tail you if you--

- No, no, could spook him.

Three minutes is okay.

- The rapist knows this place very well.

He sees anything unusual, he will bolt.

This has to look like
a normal, quiet night.

That's it, then.

We travel from here at 7:30 tonight.

(tense music)

(man whistles)

(men speaking in foreign language)

(tense music)

(gate creaks and bangs shut)

(tense music)

- (quietly) Taylor to mobile, all clear.

- Yeah, copy that, Suze.

Move on down to sector eight.

Slow and easy.

(papers rustling)

(dramatic music)

- [Woman] Where are the records for the

fingerprints on the car phone?

(computer beeps)

- He has this gun to my head.

- [Man] This could be very damaging.

- [Dominic] So my vote will
go whichever way he wants.

(tense music)

- Ladies and gentlemen.

The final vote in the central
question of this accord.

The people of French
Polynesia have entrusted you,

their elected delegates, with the future

of an entire nation.

History will remember you for this moment.

- [Woman] Can we finish up?

I've got somewhere to go.

- [Man] Yeah, sure.

You coulda gone before.

(tense music)

- Do you, the people of French Polynesia,

wish to terminate the
protectorate of France

and forgo any and all assistance and aid

previously endowed by France?

A simple majority will
carry the resolution.

(bus rumbling)

(ticket machine beeps)

(tense music)

(bus rumbling)

Monsieur De Grasset, Le Alliance Colonial.

How do you vote?

- No.

- [Scanlon] Monsieur Tenardier
for the Patriot Party.

How do you vote?

- No.

(tense music)

- [Taylor] Moving east
from eight to seven.

I'll do another swing counterclockwise.

- [Dave] Copy that.

- [Scanlon] Monsieur Raitea.

(Scanlon speaks foreign language)

- Yes, I vote yes.

- [Scanlon] Monsieur Martin, for Ta Rapi.

Monsieur Martin?

- Mr. Chairman, is it
possible under the terms

of this accord for me to
abstain from casting a vote?

(people chattering)

- No!

The vote is compulsory!

It says clearly that everybody--

- Monsieur De Grasset.

(people chattering)

All delegates must vote, Monsieur Martin.

- This is very difficult for me.

Many of you have been
surprised that I have pursued

such a conservative,
some say a moderate line

in this accord.

I would like to explain the reasons why.

(bus rumbling)

(tense music)

20 years ago, a young woman was killed.

I was charged with her murder.

(people murmuring)

I have never been
cleared of these charges,

but for 20 years, I have been afraid

that someone would use
this charge against me

and this is what has happened.

(people clamoring)

(gavel banging)

- Order!

(tense music)

(branch cracks nearby)

- (quietly) Code two.

- Yep.

Yeah, Suze.

Try and lead him in
this way, nice and easy.

Nice and easy, okay?

- It is not important who these men are,

because they are not important men.

They used my fear to make me compromise

and then to completely
betray the trust of my people

and for this, I thank them.

Because they made me see.

To choose a path from fear
is to be a slave of fear.

I will face whatever comes

and I know one day I will be free.

People of Teyauma Ohi vote yes with me

to end the poison reign of France!

(crowd clapping)

(suspenseful music)

(crowd clamoring)

- [Scanlon] Order!

(gavel banging)

Order!

- Mr. Chairman!

I register a protest, Mr. Chairman.

- On what grounds?

- This man has just
admitted he's a murderer!

- I did not!

- Well he has admitted
that a charge of murder

hangs over him.

He should not be allowed
to vote at these talks.

- I asked to abstain.

You yourself insisted I must vote.

Perhaps you would like to explain why.

(crowd murmuring)

(tense music)

- It is your hands, Mr. Chairman.

(crowd murmuring)

(tense music)

- I suppose the uh,
circumstances are extraordinary.

(Anne clears throat)

In Australia, we operate
under a rule of law.

Which means a man is
innocent until proven guilty.

I see no reason why this
vote should not proceed.

- I vote yes!

Yes, yes!
(crowd cheering)

- [Scanlon] That's enough!

- Mr. Chairman, I--

(crowd cheering)

(glasses shatter)

(dramatic music)

- [Reporter] Mr. Martin!

Mr. Martin!

- [Reporter] Who was this
woman who was murdered?

(crowd clamoring)

- Look, just patch me through to him.

It's an emergency, please.

Look, just do it now.

(mobile ringing)

- Gutteridge.

- It's Anne.

- [Dave] Uh, not a good time.

- Was the first girl wearing glasses?

- [Dave] What?

- The first girl who was attacked,

was she wearing glasses?

- Oh, Christ, I don't know.

Um, yeah, I think she was.

That's right, she got upset
'cause they got lost, yeah.

- No.

They didn't get lost, he collects them.

That's the missing link.

That was,

that was what was bugging me.

They all wore glasses.

- No, no, Giselle McKenzie wasn't.

- No, she was.

I found some fragments of curved glass

that I couldn't quite place, I--

- Shit.

All right, I'll get Taylor in

and we'll get a pair on her.

Thanks, Anne.

(mobile beeps off)

- Mobile to Taylor.

(tense music)

(radio static buzzing)

- Taylor to base.

I thought I heard something,
but it's a no show.

- Yeah.

Bring it home, we may
have done this wrong.

- [Taylor] Copy that.

(suspenseful music)

(knocking on van)

- [Man] Hey.

- Hey.

You going to the library?

- [Man] Sure.

(suspenseful music)

- [Woman] Hail Mary, full of
grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art though amongst women

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

- This is a police operation
you're interfering with.

Step away from the vehicle, don't speak,

don't say a word.

Just turn around and keep moving.

- This is a tow-away--

- Do you like your job?

You want to have it in the morning?

Then piss off!

(van door slams)

- [Woman] Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners now and
at the hour of our death.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

- I'm coming over!

- There's no point, Anne,
there's nothing for you to see.

- [Woman] Blessed is the
fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God.

(bell tolling)

(girl screaming)

- Code three.

Code three!

Direction O'Connell Gate.

- Follow me to section eight, guys!

Go, go, go, go!

Come on!

Move it!

(glasses clink)

(man grunts)

(man roars)

- No!

(wrench clatters)

(Taylor and man grunting)

- Taylor!

Hold on, Taylor!

Don't move!

Don't move!

Drop it, drop it!

Drop it!

Drop it, boy!

Drop that wrench!

Drop it now!

(wrench clatters)

Get him in the van.

(man grunting)

(handcuffs clicking)

(dramatic music)

(siren blaring nearby)

(dramatic music)

- Can I see her?

- Oh, it's okay, she's gonna be fine.

- I should be in there.

- Well, it's not possible, sorry.

- Look, you know who I am.

I'm the pathologist on
the Giselle McKenzie case.

- Yeah, but this isn't
the McKenzie case anymore

and sorry, but you're
not a relative, are you?

I did ask.

- Where is she?

- Oh, sorry, can--

- I'm her mother.

- Oh, okay, come through.

Oh, darling!

Oh, sweetheart, are you okay?

- [Girl] I'm fine, Mum.

- [Woman] I was so worried.

- You should go in.

- [Girl] Where's Dad?

- [Woman] Let me look at you.

- [Girl] I'm all right, Mum.

- [Woman] Come on, let's get you home.

You okay?

(dramatic music)

(plastic apron rustling)

- What are you doing here at this hour?

- Overtime.

Need the dosh.

- Right.

Of course.

- What's your excuse?

- The cremation's tomorrow.

I just wanted to see her again.

She's my only friend, after all.

- Do you want me to get her for you?

It's not true, by the way.

- What?

- She's not your only friend.

(gentle music)

- You'll be happy to hear
they're still talking about you.

Not too many people who
could cause such a fuss

even after they were dead.

Not too funny what they're saying, though.

And who have you got to
stick up for you, hmm?

(tapping on window)

The boy's here.

You have to go now.

I just want to say that I
saw the box of clippings.

And I just want you to know

that everything I've ever done,

everything I've ever tried to do,

all the dreams have been because of you.

(gentle music)

- [Mrs. McKenzie] I only
waited till you got here.

- Thank you.

- It's what she would have wanted.

(little girls laughing)

Here we go, Giselle.

Sail away!

(gentle music)

- Lots of love, my darling.

Lots of love, Giselle.

(gentle music)

(ship's horn blowing in distance)

(waves lapping gently)

(dramatic music)

(electronic music)