East West 101 (2007–2011): Season 3, Episode 4 - Transit of Venus - full transcript
TROY: Here's a plan.
Let's skip phase one.
Okay.
AMINA: I went off the pill.
ZANE: You just decided
you were gonna get pregnant
to, what, replace Amir?
AMINA: Amir can
never be replaced.
This is about a new life.
Yeah, that I've got
to protect and raise.
No, both of us, Zane.
That both of us
will raise and love.
It's not just about you.
TRAVIS: Someone leaked
your Reserve Bank run.
Someone with inside knowledge.
This is Kimberley Whyte.
She's 26 years of age.
She's responsible for
scheduling all the security staff
on all money transfers.
Her relationship
with Ryan Hunter
puts him in the gang.
ZANE: Hunter's
ex-navy, served in Iraq,
is highly trained in
weapons use and explosives.
Police! Don't move!
WRIGHT: Charge him with
the attempted murder
of a police officer
and the murders of Jason
Rizk and Kasim Yasser.
You think this is
done, don't you?
[Man chanting in Arabic]
[Siren wailing]
[Up-tempo Middle
Eastern music plays]
ZANE: Kimberley, you
recognize these men?
TRAVIS: That's a
.45-caliber round to the head.
Your boyfriend, Hunter,
executed both of them.
What's the connection between
these men and your boyfriend?
- Ask Ryan.
- I'm asking you.
We'd like to organize a meeting
between you and Hunter in jail.
You want me to strap on a
wire to entrap my boyfriend?
Would you do that to your wife?
Yeah, if she was responsible
for killing my mates.
You worked with some of
these guys for two years.
Your boss says you were
quite a close-knit group.
Family barbecues, get-togethers.
Look at these photos, Kimberley.
Look at what these
men did to your mates.
Think of their wives.
Think of their children.
You've got a
chance to help them.
- You can help us.
- No.
Only two people knew
the timing and the route
that van was taking...
You and your boss.
Your boss comes up clean.
Pretty well narrows it down.
So we know you made the tip-off.
You did this, Kimberley.
Without your input, none of
this would have happened.
- No!
- Everyone makes mistakes.
You've got a chance
to put things right.
We're giving you that
chance, Kimberley.
If you want this to go away,
tell us the other
people involved.
Sit down!
Sit.
Now, listen, honey,
your boyfriend, Hunter, is
gone away for 20 years to life.
He's never coming out.
Now, you talk to your lawyer.
He'll tell you that if
you actively help us
convict these men,
the least you'll get is
a sentence reduction.
At best, full indemnity
from prosecution.
My lawyer says
you've got jack shit.
Well, he's not the
one facing 15 years
for conspiracy to murder.
15 years is a long time.
You cooperate,
that can be halved.
- 15 years or 7. You do the math.
- I'm not afraid of jail.
Seven years, you
can still get out
with your tits pointing north.
15 years, that pert little
ass'll slowly turn to porridge,
your ovaries'll
shrivel up like prunes.
When you walk out,
no one'll look at you,
no one'll employ you,
and all you'll have to look
forward to is menopause
in some rent-assisted
shithouse in Whoopsville.
Look in the mirror, sweetheart.
I want LDs in every
room in her house,
and I want her under
24-hour surveillance.
- You got it.
- She's loyal.
- She's not gonna give up Hunter.
- [Cellphone rings]
She's a woman in
love. She's delusional.
Wright speaking.
Where?
Okay, we'll be on our way.
We've got another body.
KOA: Not sure whether we've
got a murder or a straight deceased.
LIM: There's a tire
mark on her left calf
suggests she may
have been run over,
but nothing that
says heavy impact.
No glass, paint.
Clothes are intact.
Who found her?
A jogger called
it in at 5:30 a.m.
- ZANE: We got a name?
- LIM: No, I can't find any I.D.
No purse, no handbag, nothing.
KOA: Crime scene are running
tests on the tread pattern.
LIM: She's missing
a shoe as well.
This wasn't a hit-and-run.
She was no pedestrian.
- What else we got?
- LIM: One set of footprints.
They're work
boots, size 11 or 12.
And a man's handkerchief.
So only the one set of
footprints? Nothing from her?
- No.
- All right.
She didn't die here.
She was dumped here.
The car drove
over her as he left,
which means somewhere out
there is another crime scene.
We need to find it.
Have you had a chance to get
that letter of recommendation
for childcare in?
- No, I haven't.
- Can I ask why not?
I don't see why you should
get preferential treatment
over other mothers
on the waiting list.
- Boss, I really need this.
- So do lots of other people.
Got a lead on our Jane Doe.
LIM: Girl by the name
of Madeleine Birch
was reported missing earlier
this morning by her flatmate.
Says they went out
to a pub, got drunk.
They were hanging
out with, and I quote,
a bunch of "rugby jock types."
Not their type. Bad
jokes, polo shirts.
Says that Madeleine
left, got in a taxi cab.
It's the last her
flatmate saw of her.
Described the driver as 40s,
Eastern European
appearance, and dark hair.
Mild strangulation marks are
also present around the throat.
Contusions around
the victim's wrists,
mouth, thighs, and genital area.
So we're looking
at a sexual assault?
Possibly.
She had sex prior
to death. Rough sex.
Whether that was consensual,
that's for you to decide.
Stick your neck out, Vince,
and give us your opinion.
I deal in evidence.
How you interpret it is
up to you, Superintendent.
You're an expert
in forensic medicine.
You know what?
You're one of the privileged
few who can give an opinion.
ZANE: So, what did she die of?
Asphyxiation. We
found bile in her lungs.
Around the mouth, there
is bruising and indentation
caused by fingernails
pressing sharply.
We also found white
fibers in her mouth.
A piece of material has
been placed in her mouth.
- What, like a handkerchief?
- Possibly, yes.
The object has
triggered a reflex action,
but with her mouth clamped
tight, she was unable to expel.
She choked on her own vomit.
Until the offender
is apprehended,
we're advising women to
exercise extreme caution
while traveling alone,
particularly at night.
We're also requesting
that the taxi driver
who picked up Madeleine Birch
at the Orpheus
nightclub contact police,
and any member of the
public with relevant information
should contact their
local police station
or call the Crime
Stoppers number.
Thank you.
You make us all
look good, Patricia.
Just doing my job, sir.
I spoke with a little bird
about your promotion.
Just between you and me
and the big bloke upstairs,
it's... it's looking good.
[Cellphone rings]
Oliver Troy speaking.
WRIGHT: Do you own a polo shirt?
Should I?
- Do you?
- No.
Well, in that case, I'm
gonna take you for dinner.
I'm thinking The Boathouse.
Oh, I have to work late tonight.
- WRIGHT: Well, delegate.
- You don't muck around, do you?
I'm booking the table
for 8:00, so don't be late.
[Shutter clicking]
LIM: Do you think she's made us?
I don't care if she has.
Let her sweat.
She doesn't look to me
like the sweating type.
She's in way over her head.
You think so?
You think she's
controlling the affair?
LIM: I think she's enjoying it.
TRAVIS: Hunter's
got her on a string.
LIM: Yeah, maybe.
Shouldn't underestimate
her. That's all I'm saying.
Sorry ma'am. Maybe
you might find another cab.
There's a rank
around the corner.
You just cost me a $50 fare.
You'll make it up
pretty quick, I'm sure.
This won't take very long.
What's your name, sir?
Nowicki.
Mr. Nowicki, I'm sure you're
aware we're conducting
random license and
registration checks in the area.
Yeah, while you're
conducting, we go broke.
Are you licensed
to drive this cab, sir?
Yes.
Okay, that looks
nothing like you.
I look better in the flesh, no?
Can I see your
driver's license, please?
- I might...
- Mind if I take a look?
Driver's license.
Mr. Roman Wisniewski.
This looks much more like you.
Do you mind stepping out
of the cab for me, please?
Look, I admit I am
using my friend's license
just to make some money
on the side, you know?
Away from the
eye of the tax man...
Step out of the cab, please.
Who likes nothing better
in life but to bust my balls.
Step out of the cab
for me please, sir.
Come on. I need
to get the cab back.
Couldn't you just
write me a ticket?
Would you prefer doing
this down the station?
"Wiz" what? "Wiz"...
Yeah. "Wiznevski"? You
want to spell that for me?
[Clears throat] Wisniewski.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I know him.
He's a nasty piece of work.
Uh, three years Long Bay
for aggravated sexual assault.
Couple of rape charges
dismissed for lack of evidence.
Bring him down the station.
Ah, bring him in. Okay.
Okay, can you tell
us where you were
between 1:00 and
3:00 a.m. this morning?
You ask me about my license.
Anything else I
don't need to answer.
We contacted the owner
of the cab you drove,
and he confirms you
had a Saturday night shift.
So why you ask me?
You know everything.
- Where did your shift take you?
- Sydney.
ZANE: Where in
Sydney? Kings Cross?
It's Sydney, isn't it?
Can you be more
specific, please, sir?
Did you go to Botany?
Why do you keep
asking me these questions
Answer the question, please.
I know why.
It's the dead girl.
And I can tell you right now
I had nothing to do with it.
ZANE: Can you tell
us where you were
between 1:00 and
3:00 a.m. this morning?
I already told you, I don't
have to answer these questions.
Only about my taxi license.
And you know why you don't
have your license, don't you?
Because no one wants
a convicted sex offender
driving their daughter home.
Detective Wright.
Why am I not surprised?
KOA: You're speaking to a
detective superintendent now.
Show some respect.
Superintendent now.
They promote you for, what,
stitching up innocent people?
Oh, no one stitched you up.
The judge and a
12-person jury did not agree,
but that's not enough for you.
Here you are, trying again.
If you want to clear your
name, tell us where you were
between 1:00 and 3:00 a.m.
- It's very simple.
- Asleep, in the cab.
Oh, so you're telling
us that you were asleep
during a Saturday
prime-time shift.
ZANE: Can anyone verify that?
How do I know? I was asleep.
Get the boys to take him
downstairs and charge him.
With what?
Well, driving under a false
identity will do for a start.
ZANE: So you tried
this guy for rape?
Oh, I put him away for
a minor sexual assault,
but there were other cases
that fell over at committal.
The one decent brief we
get, and the judge rules
his prior conviction's
inadmissible.
Then his barrister
tears the victim's
sexual and psychological
history to shreds on the stand.
- So he walked.
- Yep.
- Murder doesn't fit his profile.
- Oh, no, his profile matches.
It's just that this
time he's made sure
that she can't take the stand.
LIM: Just wait here a moment.
- [Knocking]
- Boss.
We may have another victim.
A man's just come in saying
that his girlfriend was raped
by a cabbie a
couple of months ago.
Okay, bring him in.
- Do you want to come in, sir?
- SIMON: Yeah. Thanks.
LIM: Simon, this is
Superintendent Patricia Wright.
- SIMON: Hi.
- LIM: Take a seat.
I think this rapist
killer's the same bastard
that attacked my girlfriend.
She refuses to talk about it.
All I know is Ximena's
normally a fun, happy woman,
and the night she got into
that taxi, everything changed.
I take it that you didn't
report it to the police.
Do you think she'd
agree to talk to me?
XIMENA: We were on the M4
when he asked me if I
could afford the full fare.
I said I could, but he said
he had students running off
without paying,
and he wanted proof.
I only had $10, but I
assured him my boyfriend
would cover it at the other end.
The next thing I knew,
he was taking this exit
ramp off the freeway.
I heard the sound of
the central lock clicking.
He pulled up in
this industrial estate.
There was no one around.
He started demanding payment.
I tried to get out, but
he grabbed my arm.
I screamed, but
there was no one.
He twisted my arm so hard.
And then he pulled out
this knife from under his seat
and I knew, when I looked in
his eyes, that I could die there.
And he was calling
me all sort of names.
And all I could think was
that I would live or I would
die depending on what I did.
What did you do?
I chose to live.
You did the right thing.
Did I?
Yes. You have to
stand up to this man.
I'm not taking this any further.
If I go to court with this,
no one is going
to believe my story.
Hello, Mr. Wisniewski.
How are you doing?
What do you want?
ZANE: We're here to offer
you the chance to take part
in an identification parade
in relation to a sexual
assault and murder
which took place in
Botany on October the 10th.
There's also another
sexual assault
which took place in Parramatta
on the 19th of August.
You want to take part?
Do you want to take
part in this I.D. parade?
Yes or no?
So you can try and
load me up again?
Screw you!
Boss. Boss, we
haven't got a warrant.
Boss, even if you find
something, we can't use it.
WISNIEWSKI:
Where are you going?!
Nice place you've got.
Now, we need you to
come down to the station
to submit to a DNA test.
You can say no if you want,
but I can get a court order.
You already have my DNA on file
since that first time
you tried to fit me up.
Oh, it's been lost. Damn shame.
Looks like we'll have
to take some more.
I didn't kill that girl. What
makes you think I did?
Because you like to hurt
women. Because you're a sadist.
Because when you see their fear,
you don't need medical
assistance to get a hard-on.
ZANE: What the
hell's got into you?
- WRIGHT: I'm just doing my job.
- Well, step back.
You're not on the tools anymore.
You know that girl his
lawyer got stuck into?
She killed herself.
She was violated all over again
by the criminal justice system.
I mean, he pumps himself up
so he can force himself on women
while a young girl
lies six feet under.
[Engine starts]
I mean, this animal
has sexually assaulted
at least a dozen
women that I know of.
He does it knowing
he can get away with it,
and he knows he
can get away with it
because he knows that most
women won't go to court to fight it.
And they don't go
to court to fight it
because they know that we
have an adversarial judicial system
that supports the offender.
I thought that
situation had improved.
Have you been listening to
anything I've been saying?
Whoa, whoa. We are
on the same side here.
It's just this man, he thinks
he can take vulnerable women,
force them into sexual
acts, and get away with it.
He thinks he's
immune from justice.
I can't guarantee the victim
that she won't be
the one on the stand,
that his $400-a-minute silk
won't go into her
full sexual history
or pull out her psych files.
You know, or use
anything to suggest
that she's unstable or a liar.
Well, she has you on her side.
Yeah, well, I didn't
stop him last time.
Now he's at it again.
Well, you know, next
time I insist on paying.
It gets you, doesn't it?
Letting the little woman pay.
Let's just say I
am old-fashioned.
[Laughs] Get over it.
Okay, from now on
you can pay every time.
Okay, that's fine.
Have I told you
how much I like you?
And how I have waited all
day to take you home to bed?
I'll grab something
on the way, shall I?
French.
[Muffled screaming]
Get off!
Get off me!
Aah!
[Fabric ripping]
WRIGHT: [Groans]
[Zipper unzips]
[Groans]
MAN: [Grunting]
[Telephone rings]
[Beep]
This is Patricia Wright.
Please leave a message.
[Beep]
Yeah, hey, it's me.
Got the champagne.
Chill the glasses.
[Click, dial tone]
[Down-tempo
instrumental music plays]
[Knock on door]
TROY: Patricia, it's me.
Patricia!
Patricia, it's me!
[Telephone rings]
[Beep]
This is Patricia Wright.
Please leave a message.
[Beep]
TROY: Hi, it's me again.
Look, I'm starting
to get worried, Pat.
I came 'round, I knocked,
you weren't there.
I mean, if you are,
could you pick up?
Pat? Please.
If you're there, would
you pick up the phone?
Hey, sorry I missed you before.
I must have been in the shower.
Yeah, I mean, it's
probably just as well.
I've got a, you know,
early start tomorrow.
Big day, yeah.
Yeah, me too.
Okay. Okay, bye.
TRAVIS: You got anything?
ZANE: She hasn't left the
house. She's had no visitors.
- Anything on the LDs?
- Nothing but domestic crap.
Some music, bit of TV.
- She make any phone calls?
- No, quiet as.
ZANE: Too quiet. She
probably tipped to us.
TRAVIS: Oh, great.
We've got a blonde who
doesn't know she's a blonde.
Yeah. We got something.
- [Camera shutter clicking]
- TRAVIS: You getting this, Lim?
LIM: It's a courier,
giving her a package.
Right. I want you to jam
the courier a block away.
I want to know everything
about that package.
Got it.
[Baby cooing]
CALLAS: Huh?
What are you looking at?
What are you looking
at, beautiful boy?
I couldn't organize
any childcare.
Mum and Dad are gonna
come and pick him up at 8:00.
Look, I probably
should have told you,
but I'm doing all
this on my own now.
Melita's left. She reckons
I'm married to the job.
You okay?
Oh, you have to be very quiet
so Mummy doesn't
lose her job, okay?
[Cellphone rings]
Hello?
WRIGHT: Um, Ximena,
it's Patricia Wright.
Look, I need you to
come down to the office
and look at some photos.
- No.
- Look, just please hear me out.
I'm not asking you
to give a statement.
Just help us identify the
man that attacked you.
You must have some
other way of pursuing this.
No, you're the
only lead we've got.
Come on, please. Just...
Help us get this
bastard off the streets.
Okay.
Just photos.
Thank you.
It was a brand-new mobile phone.
The courier says that she
opened it in front of her.
Says she seemed
surprised to get it.
Who sent it?
Doesn't know. It wasn't
an official booking.
Says some guy flagged
her down in the city,
gave her 50 bucks to deliver
it to Kimberley's address.
You get a description?
Yep, 6'0 ", 6'2".
Mid-30s, maybe 40.
Anglo, brown hair.
- That's all she can remember.
- Thanks.
Trying to get a message to her.
Yeah. We're not
gonna hear shit, either.
The phone's gonna be
unregistered and untraceable.
Thanks for coming in.
We're still collating
the photos, so...
Can I get you a coffee?
Water. Thanks.
Thought you were
on surveillance.
I wanted to be here
for the photo I.D.
Remind me again how we're
linking Roman to this murder.
Well, you've seen
his list of priors.
We still don't have
any physical evidence.
Yeah, well, we'll find some.
[Exhales sharply]
It was a big night last night.
Not an issue for you Mussies.
Maybe I should convert.
Shit.
Malik, can you cover for me?
- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
I've just got Ximena waiting.
She's in a bit of a state.
Thanks.
Hey, Colonel.
Detective.
Pat's just tied up with a
phone call at the moment.
She could be a while.
Can I take a message?
Can you take a look
at these photos, please,
and tell me if there's
anyone you recognize?
Do you recognize anyone?
Ximena?
Number six.
ZANE: You're absolutely sure?
Can you take another
look, please? I know it's hard.
We need you to look properly.
We need you to be sure.
It was him.
- No, you can't go yet.
- That was the deal.
Ximena, without your evidence...
I told you, no statement.
Yes, but without it, we don't
have enough to charge him.
You've got to.
Look, it'll just be you,
me, and the tape recorder.
That's it.
You know better than
anybody what'll happen
if it goes to trial.
No one will believe my story.
No, your story's compelling.
People will believe you.
That I went down on him?
Would you go to court with that?
Come on, he had a knife.
- You had no choice.
- I asked you a question.
If I felt that I had enough
evidence that could convict
and that evidence would save
other women, then, yes, I would.
Good for you.
Ximena, what have
you got to lose?
Look, I had a go
at telling the truth
to somebody who
said that he loved me.
Let's say there
was no resistance
with me packing my bags.
Ximena, if you change
your mind, call me.
[Down-tempo
instrumental music plays]
Suspect heading towards
Malabar, along Anzac Parade.
Right, she's on
her way to the jail.
- She's going to see Hunter.
- She's got a message for him.
LIM: That's what
the phone was for.
Get a message to
Hunter through her.
Visitor's area is
jammed with cameras.
He's right. Get onto the jail.
See if we can get some footage.
She's pulled into
the visitors' car park.
What do you want me to do?
- TRAVIS: Just park and wait.
- Okay.
[Camera shutter clicking]
Yeah, Detective Constable
Lim here from major crime.
This is Detective
Sergeant Travis.
Look, we need to
monitor a conversation
between an inmate you've
got there, Ryan Hunter,
and his girlfriend,
Kimberley Whyte.
We believe she's on
her way there now.
We'd love to get whatever
footage you can get
from that meeting.
Great. I owe you a slab.
Koa, I need you to organize
a search and arrest warrant
for Roman Wisniewski.
What's going on? Are
you gonna bring this guy in?
What, you got a
problem with that?
We've got nothing on the bloke.
I can't keep letting him walk
the streets. People are at risk.
There's nothing that
connects him to Madeleine.
You got no evidence, no witness.
The taxi driver that
Madeleine got into the car with
was described as
being dark, European.
Yeah, but there's
nothing that connects him.
Yeah, we'll find it.
What are you
gonna arrest him for?
The Ximena rape.
You got no physical
evidence. No victim statement.
No, we've got her
picking him out on tape.
- That counts for something.
- It's not enough.
Do it.
What?
The more you push this, the more
you jeopardize what we can do.
[Sirens wailing]
What are you arresting
me for? Come on.
What's the charge?!
If he keeps resisting, cuff him.
So, what are we
looking for, boss?
I've already told you.
A knife, for starters.
Silvery knife.
About four inches.
Hang on. I don't understand.
What case are we following here?
- WRIGHT: Both!
- Boss. Boss.
Come and see this. He's
got porn in every room.
He's got like 200 magazines.
He's got boxes of DVDs.
He keeps it all.
Who keeps this shit?
Did you find any knives outside?
Rusty fishing knives.
Nothing that's been
used as a weapon, though.
Okay. Balaclavas?
- No.
- All right, keep looking.
Balaclavas? No one's
mentioned balaclavas.
What are you talking about?
We don't know what
this man's M.O. is, okay?
But what we do know
is that he drives a cab...
he rapes women...
and Ximena has
positively identified him.
LIM: Mr. Wisniewski,
you've been picked
from a photo
identification parade
as the person accused
of sexually assaulting
one Ximena da Silva in a taxicab
on August the 19th of this year.
What do you have
to say about that?
This is why you brought me here?
Do you or do you
not recall picking up
Ximena da Silva in your
cab on August the 19th?
I don't know names.
You tell me where?
You picked her up in the
university grounds in Macarthur.
Yeah.
I remember.
The student.
She had some
South American blood.
She was a hot one.
So tell me what happened.
Your version.
WISNIEWSKI: I
picked up this girl.
She wanted to
go to the inner city.
It's a long, long cab fare.
60, maybe 70 bucks.
She looks like she doesn't
have the money to pay.
I ask her if she has the money,
and she said, no, she doesn't,
but she asked me
if there was some other way
she could pay.
[Clicks tongue]
[Chuckling] I'm a
red-blooded man.
What am I to do?
So, what happened?
I pulled off the freeway.
Quiet spot.
She took me in her mouth.
Happens all the time.
[Chuckling] Girls
today. They don't care.
Smart.
He's not denying that
he had her in the cab.
He's making this
all about consent.
WRIGHT: It's been told
to me that you used a knife
to physically
threaten the woman,
to force her into
having sex with you.
What knife?
Show me that knife.
There was no knife.
Just a silly girl who
couldn't pay her fare.
You may have got
away with this once,
but I'm not gonna
let it happen again.
I won't let it.
'Cause I'm gonna
see you back in jail.
Suspect heading
into Central station.
[Cellphone rings]
Hey, Mum, everything okay?
Yeah, well, he's a baby, Mum.
That's what they do, remember?
Throw him in the car
and take him for a ride
around the block or something.
All right, if he doesn't want to
sleep, he doesn't want to sleep.
Jesus, Mum, just
forget about it.
[Sighs] Why is it
so bloody difficult?
It's not like you didn't
have five kids of your own.
Whatever you decide to
do is gonna be fine, okay?
Just... Just... I got to go.
Oh, fuck.
WRIGHT: You lost her?
This is our only lead in the
robbery case and you lost her.
Kimberley wanted to get lost.
She picked the right
officer to try it on, didn't she?
Callas, get a pass alert
out on all international ports
and liaise with the bank.
See when and if she's
accessing ATMs or credit.
- Yeah.
- LIM: Got the footage.
Looks like a girl on her
wedding day, doesn't she?
We'll get a lip
reader to go over this.
I want to know exactly
what she's saying.
I've just had the
custody sergeant
from City Central on the phone
wanting to know what
we're doing with Roman.
Well, I've got another hour
before I need to let him go.
If I need him longer, I'll
apply for a detention warrant.
What's the point?
It'll give us
another eight hours.
Is there something
I don't know about?
An interstate truckie
thinks he witnessed
the attack on Madeleine.
KOA: The truckie said
he'd just picked up a load
from this container
terminal over here,
was driving past when
he saw a taxi parked here
with his lights turned off.
He thought the cabbie was
in trouble and slowed down.
He said his headlights
picked up a man
leaning into the
back door of the taxi
and what seemed to be a
woman sitting in the backseat.
As soon as the cabbie realized
that the truckie
was slowing down,
he jumped back in
his car and sped off.
Did the truckie
get a look at him?
No, he said the man kept
his face away from him
but was middle
aged, solid build.
- Recognize the cab company?
- Black and Red.
It's the same as Roman's.
Hey, they've found something.
All right, that's
Madeleine's shoe.
Right, looks like we've
found the primary crime scene.
I want every rock, every
blade of grass searched
and molds taken
of every tire track.
Come on, boss. Forensics
found no evidence in Roman's cab.
Then he must have had
access to another cab.
We find that cab, and the
evidence'll link him to this.
KOA: We have to
check all your cabs.
MAN: You're kidding me.
I've got over 50 cabs on
the road all over Sydney.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't.
I don't care what
you have to do.
Mate, you can kick
up a stink all you want,
but these guys aren't
gonna come back
until they've
finished their shift.
Tell me, what happens if
a cab comes back dirty?
Look, the cars have to come
back clean. That's the rule.
If they don't, we
fine the driver.
We take it out of his
pay. They soon wise up.
Do you keep a record
of that somewhere?
All on the computer.
Any cabs come back
dirty Sunday morning?
- Nine or ten.
- Any with vomit in them?
Yeah, one. We
charged the driver for it.
Which driver?
I'll have to check.
KOA: John Klima?
- What's going on?
- Police.
We have a warrant to
search these premises.
That's your copy.
You're not allowed to interfere
with the execution
of the warrant.
- It's all there.
- KLIMA: Hey, hey!
What are you doing in my house?
Police, madam. We have a
warrant to search these premises.
You must have made some mistake.
Malik.
I just found these
in his drawer.
ZANE: Are these yours?
Father's Day. I bought
them for him. So what?
It's a pack of three.
Where's the other one?
I must have lost it.
- WOMAN: When'd you do that?
- I'll need your boots too.
John Klima, I'm
arresting you in relation
to the murder of
Madeleine Birch.
You're not obliged
to say anything,
but you're advised
anything you do say
may be recorded and later used
in evidence, do you understand?
It's nothing.
They must have
got the wrong bloke.
- I'll be back for tea.
- Come on.
When you've matched the
tires on that taxi, I want to know.
What do you mean
you've still got Roman?
WRIGHT: I'm applying
for a detention warrant.
No, this is crazy, boss.
There's nothing even
linking him to the offense.
Everything adds up to this
Klima bloke being our boy.
You haven't even
interviewed Klima yet.
But you've got nothing on Roman!
- Boss, you've got to let him go.
- Don't tell me my job, Malik.
I'm not. I'm trying to
cover your ass, remember?
You should get that light fixed.
ZANE: So, John, as
I mentioned earlier,
we're investigating the
murder of Madeleine Birch,
whose body was found
dumped at Port Botany
early on Sunday morning, okay?
It wasn't me.
Well, were you
driving a cab that night?
You know I was.
ZANE: Okay, at the
scene we found shoe prints
that appear to match the
soles of your work boots.
Any idea how they got there?
Plenty of blokes wear
the same boots as me.
Okay.
Also at that scene we
found tire tread patterns
that forensic
examiners have matched
to the cab you drove that night.
Is there anything you
want to say about that?
That same tire tread
pattern was later discovered
on the leg of the deceased.
We also have a witness
report that says a cab
matching the description
of the one you drove
was seen parked at 357 Portside.
Later, we found a hankie
that matches ones
taken from your house,
and we believe, once
tests are carried out,
that handkerchief
will contain your DNA
and traces of vomit
from the dead girl.
Do you care to
comment on any of that?
She fell asleep in the cab.
ZANE: Okay. Want to talk
us through what happened?
KLIMA: She was pretty.
Her dress was up her thigh.
She was out of it.
So I thought, she
won't even remember.
ZANE: And that's when
you drove to Botany?
What happened then?
KLIMA: I pushed
her back on her seat,
and, um, I pulled down my pants.
And I, uh, you know...
I gave her one.
Then she woke up
and started screaming.
I wanted her to stop.
I put my hankie
in her mouth and...
I didn't mean to kill her.
I...
Sorry, folks, unless
you're gonna charge him,
I have to let him go.
- Can you give us a minute?
- Sure.
Look, this Klima bloke's
DNA may not be on the hankie.
Boss, we've got the tire tread
pattern, we've got his boots.
We've even got his confession.
We don't know that
Roman wasn't involved.
Maybe they worked
on this together.
No, boss, it's over.
We've got to let him go.
Unless you've got some
other evidence to hold him
that I don't know about.
ZANE: So are you gonna tell
me what the hell's going on?
WRIGHT: Shut up
and pull over here.
It's obviously personal,
but if you've got trouble
with anything, just tell me.
Just wait here, okay?
You spineless piece of shit!
You called her your
delicate little rose,
and then you kicked
her out the door.
I did not kick
her out. She left.
WRIGHT: Did you go
after her? No, you didn't.
Why not? Because you
couldn't cope, could you?
She wouldn't let me near her.
You know why she
wouldn't let you near her?!
Because she felt
judged and ashamed.
- What judged?
- Yes.
She did what she did to survive.
What, would you rather that
she'd been beaten to death?
That we found her dead
in a gutter? You look at me.
- SIMON: No.
- The rapist had a knife.
She was forced to perform
oral sex at knifepoint
and that is what
you can't cope with.
That she sucked
another man's dick.
And that is why the
rapist gets away with it.
You look at me!
That is why the rapist
gets away with it,
because he knows the law
will question her, just like you.
It was my job to protect
her and I couldn't.
You didn't need to protect her!
You just needed to
understand she was in pain.
Actually, you were the one
that needed to be protected.
Ximena knew that. Why
don't you think she told you?
Because she knew
you couldn't cope.
You were the one...
Don't you touch me!
Give me the keys.
You know what? You
are hopeless. You all are.
Unless it's about you!
Unless it's always about you!
Unless you control everything,
you kill everything,
fuck everything!
Sorry about that.
Go find your girl, Simon.
Sort it out.
[Car door closes, engine starts]
Boss!
Boss!
[Knock on door]
ZANE: Boss, let me in.
Come on, open up. I
know you're in there.
Piss off, Malik.
Someone hurt you?
Boss.
I said go away.
Was it Oliver Troy?
No.
Boss, was it...
Don't keep asking
me questions, Malik.
I don't think I'm
ready for them yet.
Can I come in?
No, I just...
[Sighs]
I just want to sit with
things here for a while.
ZANE: Yeah.
I might sit with you
for a little while too.
[Up-tempo Middle
Eastern music plays]
Let's skip phase one.
Okay.
AMINA: I went off the pill.
ZANE: You just decided
you were gonna get pregnant
to, what, replace Amir?
AMINA: Amir can
never be replaced.
This is about a new life.
Yeah, that I've got
to protect and raise.
No, both of us, Zane.
That both of us
will raise and love.
It's not just about you.
TRAVIS: Someone leaked
your Reserve Bank run.
Someone with inside knowledge.
This is Kimberley Whyte.
She's 26 years of age.
She's responsible for
scheduling all the security staff
on all money transfers.
Her relationship
with Ryan Hunter
puts him in the gang.
ZANE: Hunter's
ex-navy, served in Iraq,
is highly trained in
weapons use and explosives.
Police! Don't move!
WRIGHT: Charge him with
the attempted murder
of a police officer
and the murders of Jason
Rizk and Kasim Yasser.
You think this is
done, don't you?
[Man chanting in Arabic]
[Siren wailing]
[Up-tempo Middle
Eastern music plays]
ZANE: Kimberley, you
recognize these men?
TRAVIS: That's a
.45-caliber round to the head.
Your boyfriend, Hunter,
executed both of them.
What's the connection between
these men and your boyfriend?
- Ask Ryan.
- I'm asking you.
We'd like to organize a meeting
between you and Hunter in jail.
You want me to strap on a
wire to entrap my boyfriend?
Would you do that to your wife?
Yeah, if she was responsible
for killing my mates.
You worked with some of
these guys for two years.
Your boss says you were
quite a close-knit group.
Family barbecues, get-togethers.
Look at these photos, Kimberley.
Look at what these
men did to your mates.
Think of their wives.
Think of their children.
You've got a
chance to help them.
- You can help us.
- No.
Only two people knew
the timing and the route
that van was taking...
You and your boss.
Your boss comes up clean.
Pretty well narrows it down.
So we know you made the tip-off.
You did this, Kimberley.
Without your input, none of
this would have happened.
- No!
- Everyone makes mistakes.
You've got a chance
to put things right.
We're giving you that
chance, Kimberley.
If you want this to go away,
tell us the other
people involved.
Sit down!
Sit.
Now, listen, honey,
your boyfriend, Hunter, is
gone away for 20 years to life.
He's never coming out.
Now, you talk to your lawyer.
He'll tell you that if
you actively help us
convict these men,
the least you'll get is
a sentence reduction.
At best, full indemnity
from prosecution.
My lawyer says
you've got jack shit.
Well, he's not the
one facing 15 years
for conspiracy to murder.
15 years is a long time.
You cooperate,
that can be halved.
- 15 years or 7. You do the math.
- I'm not afraid of jail.
Seven years, you
can still get out
with your tits pointing north.
15 years, that pert little
ass'll slowly turn to porridge,
your ovaries'll
shrivel up like prunes.
When you walk out,
no one'll look at you,
no one'll employ you,
and all you'll have to look
forward to is menopause
in some rent-assisted
shithouse in Whoopsville.
Look in the mirror, sweetheart.
I want LDs in every
room in her house,
and I want her under
24-hour surveillance.
- You got it.
- She's loyal.
- She's not gonna give up Hunter.
- [Cellphone rings]
She's a woman in
love. She's delusional.
Wright speaking.
Where?
Okay, we'll be on our way.
We've got another body.
KOA: Not sure whether we've
got a murder or a straight deceased.
LIM: There's a tire
mark on her left calf
suggests she may
have been run over,
but nothing that
says heavy impact.
No glass, paint.
Clothes are intact.
Who found her?
A jogger called
it in at 5:30 a.m.
- ZANE: We got a name?
- LIM: No, I can't find any I.D.
No purse, no handbag, nothing.
KOA: Crime scene are running
tests on the tread pattern.
LIM: She's missing
a shoe as well.
This wasn't a hit-and-run.
She was no pedestrian.
- What else we got?
- LIM: One set of footprints.
They're work
boots, size 11 or 12.
And a man's handkerchief.
So only the one set of
footprints? Nothing from her?
- No.
- All right.
She didn't die here.
She was dumped here.
The car drove
over her as he left,
which means somewhere out
there is another crime scene.
We need to find it.
Have you had a chance to get
that letter of recommendation
for childcare in?
- No, I haven't.
- Can I ask why not?
I don't see why you should
get preferential treatment
over other mothers
on the waiting list.
- Boss, I really need this.
- So do lots of other people.
Got a lead on our Jane Doe.
LIM: Girl by the name
of Madeleine Birch
was reported missing earlier
this morning by her flatmate.
Says they went out
to a pub, got drunk.
They were hanging
out with, and I quote,
a bunch of "rugby jock types."
Not their type. Bad
jokes, polo shirts.
Says that Madeleine
left, got in a taxi cab.
It's the last her
flatmate saw of her.
Described the driver as 40s,
Eastern European
appearance, and dark hair.
Mild strangulation marks are
also present around the throat.
Contusions around
the victim's wrists,
mouth, thighs, and genital area.
So we're looking
at a sexual assault?
Possibly.
She had sex prior
to death. Rough sex.
Whether that was consensual,
that's for you to decide.
Stick your neck out, Vince,
and give us your opinion.
I deal in evidence.
How you interpret it is
up to you, Superintendent.
You're an expert
in forensic medicine.
You know what?
You're one of the privileged
few who can give an opinion.
ZANE: So, what did she die of?
Asphyxiation. We
found bile in her lungs.
Around the mouth, there
is bruising and indentation
caused by fingernails
pressing sharply.
We also found white
fibers in her mouth.
A piece of material has
been placed in her mouth.
- What, like a handkerchief?
- Possibly, yes.
The object has
triggered a reflex action,
but with her mouth clamped
tight, she was unable to expel.
She choked on her own vomit.
Until the offender
is apprehended,
we're advising women to
exercise extreme caution
while traveling alone,
particularly at night.
We're also requesting
that the taxi driver
who picked up Madeleine Birch
at the Orpheus
nightclub contact police,
and any member of the
public with relevant information
should contact their
local police station
or call the Crime
Stoppers number.
Thank you.
You make us all
look good, Patricia.
Just doing my job, sir.
I spoke with a little bird
about your promotion.
Just between you and me
and the big bloke upstairs,
it's... it's looking good.
[Cellphone rings]
Oliver Troy speaking.
WRIGHT: Do you own a polo shirt?
Should I?
- Do you?
- No.
Well, in that case, I'm
gonna take you for dinner.
I'm thinking The Boathouse.
Oh, I have to work late tonight.
- WRIGHT: Well, delegate.
- You don't muck around, do you?
I'm booking the table
for 8:00, so don't be late.
[Shutter clicking]
LIM: Do you think she's made us?
I don't care if she has.
Let her sweat.
She doesn't look to me
like the sweating type.
She's in way over her head.
You think so?
You think she's
controlling the affair?
LIM: I think she's enjoying it.
TRAVIS: Hunter's
got her on a string.
LIM: Yeah, maybe.
Shouldn't underestimate
her. That's all I'm saying.
Sorry ma'am. Maybe
you might find another cab.
There's a rank
around the corner.
You just cost me a $50 fare.
You'll make it up
pretty quick, I'm sure.
This won't take very long.
What's your name, sir?
Nowicki.
Mr. Nowicki, I'm sure you're
aware we're conducting
random license and
registration checks in the area.
Yeah, while you're
conducting, we go broke.
Are you licensed
to drive this cab, sir?
Yes.
Okay, that looks
nothing like you.
I look better in the flesh, no?
Can I see your
driver's license, please?
- I might...
- Mind if I take a look?
Driver's license.
Mr. Roman Wisniewski.
This looks much more like you.
Do you mind stepping out
of the cab for me, please?
Look, I admit I am
using my friend's license
just to make some money
on the side, you know?
Away from the
eye of the tax man...
Step out of the cab, please.
Who likes nothing better
in life but to bust my balls.
Step out of the cab
for me please, sir.
Come on. I need
to get the cab back.
Couldn't you just
write me a ticket?
Would you prefer doing
this down the station?
"Wiz" what? "Wiz"...
Yeah. "Wiznevski"? You
want to spell that for me?
[Clears throat] Wisniewski.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I know him.
He's a nasty piece of work.
Uh, three years Long Bay
for aggravated sexual assault.
Couple of rape charges
dismissed for lack of evidence.
Bring him down the station.
Ah, bring him in. Okay.
Okay, can you tell
us where you were
between 1:00 and
3:00 a.m. this morning?
You ask me about my license.
Anything else I
don't need to answer.
We contacted the owner
of the cab you drove,
and he confirms you
had a Saturday night shift.
So why you ask me?
You know everything.
- Where did your shift take you?
- Sydney.
ZANE: Where in
Sydney? Kings Cross?
It's Sydney, isn't it?
Can you be more
specific, please, sir?
Did you go to Botany?
Why do you keep
asking me these questions
Answer the question, please.
I know why.
It's the dead girl.
And I can tell you right now
I had nothing to do with it.
ZANE: Can you tell
us where you were
between 1:00 and
3:00 a.m. this morning?
I already told you, I don't
have to answer these questions.
Only about my taxi license.
And you know why you don't
have your license, don't you?
Because no one wants
a convicted sex offender
driving their daughter home.
Detective Wright.
Why am I not surprised?
KOA: You're speaking to a
detective superintendent now.
Show some respect.
Superintendent now.
They promote you for, what,
stitching up innocent people?
Oh, no one stitched you up.
The judge and a
12-person jury did not agree,
but that's not enough for you.
Here you are, trying again.
If you want to clear your
name, tell us where you were
between 1:00 and 3:00 a.m.
- It's very simple.
- Asleep, in the cab.
Oh, so you're telling
us that you were asleep
during a Saturday
prime-time shift.
ZANE: Can anyone verify that?
How do I know? I was asleep.
Get the boys to take him
downstairs and charge him.
With what?
Well, driving under a false
identity will do for a start.
ZANE: So you tried
this guy for rape?
Oh, I put him away for
a minor sexual assault,
but there were other cases
that fell over at committal.
The one decent brief we
get, and the judge rules
his prior conviction's
inadmissible.
Then his barrister
tears the victim's
sexual and psychological
history to shreds on the stand.
- So he walked.
- Yep.
- Murder doesn't fit his profile.
- Oh, no, his profile matches.
It's just that this
time he's made sure
that she can't take the stand.
LIM: Just wait here a moment.
- [Knocking]
- Boss.
We may have another victim.
A man's just come in saying
that his girlfriend was raped
by a cabbie a
couple of months ago.
Okay, bring him in.
- Do you want to come in, sir?
- SIMON: Yeah. Thanks.
LIM: Simon, this is
Superintendent Patricia Wright.
- SIMON: Hi.
- LIM: Take a seat.
I think this rapist
killer's the same bastard
that attacked my girlfriend.
She refuses to talk about it.
All I know is Ximena's
normally a fun, happy woman,
and the night she got into
that taxi, everything changed.
I take it that you didn't
report it to the police.
Do you think she'd
agree to talk to me?
XIMENA: We were on the M4
when he asked me if I
could afford the full fare.
I said I could, but he said
he had students running off
without paying,
and he wanted proof.
I only had $10, but I
assured him my boyfriend
would cover it at the other end.
The next thing I knew,
he was taking this exit
ramp off the freeway.
I heard the sound of
the central lock clicking.
He pulled up in
this industrial estate.
There was no one around.
He started demanding payment.
I tried to get out, but
he grabbed my arm.
I screamed, but
there was no one.
He twisted my arm so hard.
And then he pulled out
this knife from under his seat
and I knew, when I looked in
his eyes, that I could die there.
And he was calling
me all sort of names.
And all I could think was
that I would live or I would
die depending on what I did.
What did you do?
I chose to live.
You did the right thing.
Did I?
Yes. You have to
stand up to this man.
I'm not taking this any further.
If I go to court with this,
no one is going
to believe my story.
Hello, Mr. Wisniewski.
How are you doing?
What do you want?
ZANE: We're here to offer
you the chance to take part
in an identification parade
in relation to a sexual
assault and murder
which took place in
Botany on October the 10th.
There's also another
sexual assault
which took place in Parramatta
on the 19th of August.
You want to take part?
Do you want to take
part in this I.D. parade?
Yes or no?
So you can try and
load me up again?
Screw you!
Boss. Boss, we
haven't got a warrant.
Boss, even if you find
something, we can't use it.
WISNIEWSKI:
Where are you going?!
Nice place you've got.
Now, we need you to
come down to the station
to submit to a DNA test.
You can say no if you want,
but I can get a court order.
You already have my DNA on file
since that first time
you tried to fit me up.
Oh, it's been lost. Damn shame.
Looks like we'll have
to take some more.
I didn't kill that girl. What
makes you think I did?
Because you like to hurt
women. Because you're a sadist.
Because when you see their fear,
you don't need medical
assistance to get a hard-on.
ZANE: What the
hell's got into you?
- WRIGHT: I'm just doing my job.
- Well, step back.
You're not on the tools anymore.
You know that girl his
lawyer got stuck into?
She killed herself.
She was violated all over again
by the criminal justice system.
I mean, he pumps himself up
so he can force himself on women
while a young girl
lies six feet under.
[Engine starts]
I mean, this animal
has sexually assaulted
at least a dozen
women that I know of.
He does it knowing
he can get away with it,
and he knows he
can get away with it
because he knows that most
women won't go to court to fight it.
And they don't go
to court to fight it
because they know that we
have an adversarial judicial system
that supports the offender.
I thought that
situation had improved.
Have you been listening to
anything I've been saying?
Whoa, whoa. We are
on the same side here.
It's just this man, he thinks
he can take vulnerable women,
force them into sexual
acts, and get away with it.
He thinks he's
immune from justice.
I can't guarantee the victim
that she won't be
the one on the stand,
that his $400-a-minute silk
won't go into her
full sexual history
or pull out her psych files.
You know, or use
anything to suggest
that she's unstable or a liar.
Well, she has you on her side.
Yeah, well, I didn't
stop him last time.
Now he's at it again.
Well, you know, next
time I insist on paying.
It gets you, doesn't it?
Letting the little woman pay.
Let's just say I
am old-fashioned.
[Laughs] Get over it.
Okay, from now on
you can pay every time.
Okay, that's fine.
Have I told you
how much I like you?
And how I have waited all
day to take you home to bed?
I'll grab something
on the way, shall I?
French.
[Muffled screaming]
Get off!
Get off me!
Aah!
[Fabric ripping]
WRIGHT: [Groans]
[Zipper unzips]
[Groans]
MAN: [Grunting]
[Telephone rings]
[Beep]
This is Patricia Wright.
Please leave a message.
[Beep]
Yeah, hey, it's me.
Got the champagne.
Chill the glasses.
[Click, dial tone]
[Down-tempo
instrumental music plays]
[Knock on door]
TROY: Patricia, it's me.
Patricia!
Patricia, it's me!
[Telephone rings]
[Beep]
This is Patricia Wright.
Please leave a message.
[Beep]
TROY: Hi, it's me again.
Look, I'm starting
to get worried, Pat.
I came 'round, I knocked,
you weren't there.
I mean, if you are,
could you pick up?
Pat? Please.
If you're there, would
you pick up the phone?
Hey, sorry I missed you before.
I must have been in the shower.
Yeah, I mean, it's
probably just as well.
I've got a, you know,
early start tomorrow.
Big day, yeah.
Yeah, me too.
Okay. Okay, bye.
TRAVIS: You got anything?
ZANE: She hasn't left the
house. She's had no visitors.
- Anything on the LDs?
- Nothing but domestic crap.
Some music, bit of TV.
- She make any phone calls?
- No, quiet as.
ZANE: Too quiet. She
probably tipped to us.
TRAVIS: Oh, great.
We've got a blonde who
doesn't know she's a blonde.
Yeah. We got something.
- [Camera shutter clicking]
- TRAVIS: You getting this, Lim?
LIM: It's a courier,
giving her a package.
Right. I want you to jam
the courier a block away.
I want to know everything
about that package.
Got it.
[Baby cooing]
CALLAS: Huh?
What are you looking at?
What are you looking
at, beautiful boy?
I couldn't organize
any childcare.
Mum and Dad are gonna
come and pick him up at 8:00.
Look, I probably
should have told you,
but I'm doing all
this on my own now.
Melita's left. She reckons
I'm married to the job.
You okay?
Oh, you have to be very quiet
so Mummy doesn't
lose her job, okay?
[Cellphone rings]
Hello?
WRIGHT: Um, Ximena,
it's Patricia Wright.
Look, I need you to
come down to the office
and look at some photos.
- No.
- Look, just please hear me out.
I'm not asking you
to give a statement.
Just help us identify the
man that attacked you.
You must have some
other way of pursuing this.
No, you're the
only lead we've got.
Come on, please. Just...
Help us get this
bastard off the streets.
Okay.
Just photos.
Thank you.
It was a brand-new mobile phone.
The courier says that she
opened it in front of her.
Says she seemed
surprised to get it.
Who sent it?
Doesn't know. It wasn't
an official booking.
Says some guy flagged
her down in the city,
gave her 50 bucks to deliver
it to Kimberley's address.
You get a description?
Yep, 6'0 ", 6'2".
Mid-30s, maybe 40.
Anglo, brown hair.
- That's all she can remember.
- Thanks.
Trying to get a message to her.
Yeah. We're not
gonna hear shit, either.
The phone's gonna be
unregistered and untraceable.
Thanks for coming in.
We're still collating
the photos, so...
Can I get you a coffee?
Water. Thanks.
Thought you were
on surveillance.
I wanted to be here
for the photo I.D.
Remind me again how we're
linking Roman to this murder.
Well, you've seen
his list of priors.
We still don't have
any physical evidence.
Yeah, well, we'll find some.
[Exhales sharply]
It was a big night last night.
Not an issue for you Mussies.
Maybe I should convert.
Shit.
Malik, can you cover for me?
- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
I've just got Ximena waiting.
She's in a bit of a state.
Thanks.
Hey, Colonel.
Detective.
Pat's just tied up with a
phone call at the moment.
She could be a while.
Can I take a message?
Can you take a look
at these photos, please,
and tell me if there's
anyone you recognize?
Do you recognize anyone?
Ximena?
Number six.
ZANE: You're absolutely sure?
Can you take another
look, please? I know it's hard.
We need you to look properly.
We need you to be sure.
It was him.
- No, you can't go yet.
- That was the deal.
Ximena, without your evidence...
I told you, no statement.
Yes, but without it, we don't
have enough to charge him.
You've got to.
Look, it'll just be you,
me, and the tape recorder.
That's it.
You know better than
anybody what'll happen
if it goes to trial.
No one will believe my story.
No, your story's compelling.
People will believe you.
That I went down on him?
Would you go to court with that?
Come on, he had a knife.
- You had no choice.
- I asked you a question.
If I felt that I had enough
evidence that could convict
and that evidence would save
other women, then, yes, I would.
Good for you.
Ximena, what have
you got to lose?
Look, I had a go
at telling the truth
to somebody who
said that he loved me.
Let's say there
was no resistance
with me packing my bags.
Ximena, if you change
your mind, call me.
[Down-tempo
instrumental music plays]
Suspect heading towards
Malabar, along Anzac Parade.
Right, she's on
her way to the jail.
- She's going to see Hunter.
- She's got a message for him.
LIM: That's what
the phone was for.
Get a message to
Hunter through her.
Visitor's area is
jammed with cameras.
He's right. Get onto the jail.
See if we can get some footage.
She's pulled into
the visitors' car park.
What do you want me to do?
- TRAVIS: Just park and wait.
- Okay.
[Camera shutter clicking]
Yeah, Detective Constable
Lim here from major crime.
This is Detective
Sergeant Travis.
Look, we need to
monitor a conversation
between an inmate you've
got there, Ryan Hunter,
and his girlfriend,
Kimberley Whyte.
We believe she's on
her way there now.
We'd love to get whatever
footage you can get
from that meeting.
Great. I owe you a slab.
Koa, I need you to organize
a search and arrest warrant
for Roman Wisniewski.
What's going on? Are
you gonna bring this guy in?
What, you got a
problem with that?
We've got nothing on the bloke.
I can't keep letting him walk
the streets. People are at risk.
There's nothing that
connects him to Madeleine.
You got no evidence, no witness.
The taxi driver that
Madeleine got into the car with
was described as
being dark, European.
Yeah, but there's
nothing that connects him.
Yeah, we'll find it.
What are you
gonna arrest him for?
The Ximena rape.
You got no physical
evidence. No victim statement.
No, we've got her
picking him out on tape.
- That counts for something.
- It's not enough.
Do it.
What?
The more you push this, the more
you jeopardize what we can do.
[Sirens wailing]
What are you arresting
me for? Come on.
What's the charge?!
If he keeps resisting, cuff him.
So, what are we
looking for, boss?
I've already told you.
A knife, for starters.
Silvery knife.
About four inches.
Hang on. I don't understand.
What case are we following here?
- WRIGHT: Both!
- Boss. Boss.
Come and see this. He's
got porn in every room.
He's got like 200 magazines.
He's got boxes of DVDs.
He keeps it all.
Who keeps this shit?
Did you find any knives outside?
Rusty fishing knives.
Nothing that's been
used as a weapon, though.
Okay. Balaclavas?
- No.
- All right, keep looking.
Balaclavas? No one's
mentioned balaclavas.
What are you talking about?
We don't know what
this man's M.O. is, okay?
But what we do know
is that he drives a cab...
he rapes women...
and Ximena has
positively identified him.
LIM: Mr. Wisniewski,
you've been picked
from a photo
identification parade
as the person accused
of sexually assaulting
one Ximena da Silva in a taxicab
on August the 19th of this year.
What do you have
to say about that?
This is why you brought me here?
Do you or do you
not recall picking up
Ximena da Silva in your
cab on August the 19th?
I don't know names.
You tell me where?
You picked her up in the
university grounds in Macarthur.
Yeah.
I remember.
The student.
She had some
South American blood.
She was a hot one.
So tell me what happened.
Your version.
WISNIEWSKI: I
picked up this girl.
She wanted to
go to the inner city.
It's a long, long cab fare.
60, maybe 70 bucks.
She looks like she doesn't
have the money to pay.
I ask her if she has the money,
and she said, no, she doesn't,
but she asked me
if there was some other way
she could pay.
[Clicks tongue]
[Chuckling] I'm a
red-blooded man.
What am I to do?
So, what happened?
I pulled off the freeway.
Quiet spot.
She took me in her mouth.
Happens all the time.
[Chuckling] Girls
today. They don't care.
Smart.
He's not denying that
he had her in the cab.
He's making this
all about consent.
WRIGHT: It's been told
to me that you used a knife
to physically
threaten the woman,
to force her into
having sex with you.
What knife?
Show me that knife.
There was no knife.
Just a silly girl who
couldn't pay her fare.
You may have got
away with this once,
but I'm not gonna
let it happen again.
I won't let it.
'Cause I'm gonna
see you back in jail.
Suspect heading
into Central station.
[Cellphone rings]
Hey, Mum, everything okay?
Yeah, well, he's a baby, Mum.
That's what they do, remember?
Throw him in the car
and take him for a ride
around the block or something.
All right, if he doesn't want to
sleep, he doesn't want to sleep.
Jesus, Mum, just
forget about it.
[Sighs] Why is it
so bloody difficult?
It's not like you didn't
have five kids of your own.
Whatever you decide to
do is gonna be fine, okay?
Just... Just... I got to go.
Oh, fuck.
WRIGHT: You lost her?
This is our only lead in the
robbery case and you lost her.
Kimberley wanted to get lost.
She picked the right
officer to try it on, didn't she?
Callas, get a pass alert
out on all international ports
and liaise with the bank.
See when and if she's
accessing ATMs or credit.
- Yeah.
- LIM: Got the footage.
Looks like a girl on her
wedding day, doesn't she?
We'll get a lip
reader to go over this.
I want to know exactly
what she's saying.
I've just had the
custody sergeant
from City Central on the phone
wanting to know what
we're doing with Roman.
Well, I've got another hour
before I need to let him go.
If I need him longer, I'll
apply for a detention warrant.
What's the point?
It'll give us
another eight hours.
Is there something
I don't know about?
An interstate truckie
thinks he witnessed
the attack on Madeleine.
KOA: The truckie said
he'd just picked up a load
from this container
terminal over here,
was driving past when
he saw a taxi parked here
with his lights turned off.
He thought the cabbie was
in trouble and slowed down.
He said his headlights
picked up a man
leaning into the
back door of the taxi
and what seemed to be a
woman sitting in the backseat.
As soon as the cabbie realized
that the truckie
was slowing down,
he jumped back in
his car and sped off.
Did the truckie
get a look at him?
No, he said the man kept
his face away from him
but was middle
aged, solid build.
- Recognize the cab company?
- Black and Red.
It's the same as Roman's.
Hey, they've found something.
All right, that's
Madeleine's shoe.
Right, looks like we've
found the primary crime scene.
I want every rock, every
blade of grass searched
and molds taken
of every tire track.
Come on, boss. Forensics
found no evidence in Roman's cab.
Then he must have had
access to another cab.
We find that cab, and the
evidence'll link him to this.
KOA: We have to
check all your cabs.
MAN: You're kidding me.
I've got over 50 cabs on
the road all over Sydney.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't.
I don't care what
you have to do.
Mate, you can kick
up a stink all you want,
but these guys aren't
gonna come back
until they've
finished their shift.
Tell me, what happens if
a cab comes back dirty?
Look, the cars have to come
back clean. That's the rule.
If they don't, we
fine the driver.
We take it out of his
pay. They soon wise up.
Do you keep a record
of that somewhere?
All on the computer.
Any cabs come back
dirty Sunday morning?
- Nine or ten.
- Any with vomit in them?
Yeah, one. We
charged the driver for it.
Which driver?
I'll have to check.
KOA: John Klima?
- What's going on?
- Police.
We have a warrant to
search these premises.
That's your copy.
You're not allowed to interfere
with the execution
of the warrant.
- It's all there.
- KLIMA: Hey, hey!
What are you doing in my house?
Police, madam. We have a
warrant to search these premises.
You must have made some mistake.
Malik.
I just found these
in his drawer.
ZANE: Are these yours?
Father's Day. I bought
them for him. So what?
It's a pack of three.
Where's the other one?
I must have lost it.
- WOMAN: When'd you do that?
- I'll need your boots too.
John Klima, I'm
arresting you in relation
to the murder of
Madeleine Birch.
You're not obliged
to say anything,
but you're advised
anything you do say
may be recorded and later used
in evidence, do you understand?
It's nothing.
They must have
got the wrong bloke.
- I'll be back for tea.
- Come on.
When you've matched the
tires on that taxi, I want to know.
What do you mean
you've still got Roman?
WRIGHT: I'm applying
for a detention warrant.
No, this is crazy, boss.
There's nothing even
linking him to the offense.
Everything adds up to this
Klima bloke being our boy.
You haven't even
interviewed Klima yet.
But you've got nothing on Roman!
- Boss, you've got to let him go.
- Don't tell me my job, Malik.
I'm not. I'm trying to
cover your ass, remember?
You should get that light fixed.
ZANE: So, John, as
I mentioned earlier,
we're investigating the
murder of Madeleine Birch,
whose body was found
dumped at Port Botany
early on Sunday morning, okay?
It wasn't me.
Well, were you
driving a cab that night?
You know I was.
ZANE: Okay, at the
scene we found shoe prints
that appear to match the
soles of your work boots.
Any idea how they got there?
Plenty of blokes wear
the same boots as me.
Okay.
Also at that scene we
found tire tread patterns
that forensic
examiners have matched
to the cab you drove that night.
Is there anything you
want to say about that?
That same tire tread
pattern was later discovered
on the leg of the deceased.
We also have a witness
report that says a cab
matching the description
of the one you drove
was seen parked at 357 Portside.
Later, we found a hankie
that matches ones
taken from your house,
and we believe, once
tests are carried out,
that handkerchief
will contain your DNA
and traces of vomit
from the dead girl.
Do you care to
comment on any of that?
She fell asleep in the cab.
ZANE: Okay. Want to talk
us through what happened?
KLIMA: She was pretty.
Her dress was up her thigh.
She was out of it.
So I thought, she
won't even remember.
ZANE: And that's when
you drove to Botany?
What happened then?
KLIMA: I pushed
her back on her seat,
and, um, I pulled down my pants.
And I, uh, you know...
I gave her one.
Then she woke up
and started screaming.
I wanted her to stop.
I put my hankie
in her mouth and...
I didn't mean to kill her.
I...
Sorry, folks, unless
you're gonna charge him,
I have to let him go.
- Can you give us a minute?
- Sure.
Look, this Klima bloke's
DNA may not be on the hankie.
Boss, we've got the tire tread
pattern, we've got his boots.
We've even got his confession.
We don't know that
Roman wasn't involved.
Maybe they worked
on this together.
No, boss, it's over.
We've got to let him go.
Unless you've got some
other evidence to hold him
that I don't know about.
ZANE: So are you gonna tell
me what the hell's going on?
WRIGHT: Shut up
and pull over here.
It's obviously personal,
but if you've got trouble
with anything, just tell me.
Just wait here, okay?
You spineless piece of shit!
You called her your
delicate little rose,
and then you kicked
her out the door.
I did not kick
her out. She left.
WRIGHT: Did you go
after her? No, you didn't.
Why not? Because you
couldn't cope, could you?
She wouldn't let me near her.
You know why she
wouldn't let you near her?!
Because she felt
judged and ashamed.
- What judged?
- Yes.
She did what she did to survive.
What, would you rather that
she'd been beaten to death?
That we found her dead
in a gutter? You look at me.
- SIMON: No.
- The rapist had a knife.
She was forced to perform
oral sex at knifepoint
and that is what
you can't cope with.
That she sucked
another man's dick.
And that is why the
rapist gets away with it.
You look at me!
That is why the rapist
gets away with it,
because he knows the law
will question her, just like you.
It was my job to protect
her and I couldn't.
You didn't need to protect her!
You just needed to
understand she was in pain.
Actually, you were the one
that needed to be protected.
Ximena knew that. Why
don't you think she told you?
Because she knew
you couldn't cope.
You were the one...
Don't you touch me!
Give me the keys.
You know what? You
are hopeless. You all are.
Unless it's about you!
Unless it's always about you!
Unless you control everything,
you kill everything,
fuck everything!
Sorry about that.
Go find your girl, Simon.
Sort it out.
[Car door closes, engine starts]
Boss!
Boss!
[Knock on door]
ZANE: Boss, let me in.
Come on, open up. I
know you're in there.
Piss off, Malik.
Someone hurt you?
Boss.
I said go away.
Was it Oliver Troy?
No.
Boss, was it...
Don't keep asking
me questions, Malik.
I don't think I'm
ready for them yet.
Can I come in?
No, I just...
[Sighs]
I just want to sit with
things here for a while.
ZANE: Yeah.
I might sit with you
for a little while too.
[Up-tempo Middle
Eastern music plays]