Janet King (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - The Third Man - full transcript

I stuffed things up.
Yes, you did.

You can't ring me and leave
five messages for me at the office.

I didn't want to. I thought you'd
be there. It was after five.

No, I didn't go back yesterday
after court.

I just got changed
and went to the gym.

Bit of a swim, bike, treadmill, not
that I need to explain that to you.

What's new in the Sex Crimes Unit?

Timothy Clarke. Took
his computer in for repairs. Bingo.

These were all found
a hundred folders deep.

Mrs Vasilich.

We have a warrant for your arrest for
the murder of Steven James Blakely.



Forensics rechecked
Vasilich's jacket.

They had a look inside the pockets
and they found blood.

Dry-cleaning hadn't got it.
Blakely's blood.

One of my accused wants to confess,
but he won't talk to me.

One of the bikies?
Yes, Toby Franzen.

Dianne Vasilich.

Said she'd been trying to get
this bloke to tell her

who had knocked off her daughter.

I said, 'Fair enough. Who is he?'

And she says it's Steve Blakely.

You got a good lawyer?

And what makes a good lawyer,
I wonder.

How do you find
the defendant, Dianne Vasilich?

Guilty.



Well, I'm down near Gerringong.
Why?

Because a bushwalker
just found Steven Blakely's body.

So Dianne and Brian
didn't throw him off North Head.

In fact, given the time it takes
to get here,

they weren't even the ones
who buried him.

Mrs Vasilich,
your daughter was, by all accounts,

exceptionally beautiful
and vivacious, yes?

So why did she turn to prostitution?

There was a complete
estrangement for two years,

and then suddenly she was dead.

Well, I put it to you that
you had to find who'd killed her,

otherwise you could only
blame yourself.

I just wanted justice...

No, you desperately needed
someone to get you off the hook.

That's why it became obsessive,
wasn't it?

Because it wasn't just a frustration
with the lack of justice -

it was a mother's guilt.

That's a lie. I wasn't
obsessive, and I didn't hate anyone.

I just wanted justice for Oriana!

On the count of murder,

how do you find the defendant,
Dianne Vasilich?

Guilty.

My client is an innocent woman,

a victim of a system which favours
quick results over the truth.

She and her son have been imprisoned
for a crime they did not commit.

And the discovery of
Steven Blakely's body only confirms

what they've been saying
from the start of this debacle.

Once again, we see the danger of
Crown prosecutors

being overly persuasive and
unnecessarily adversarial in court.

Janet King's gung-ho approach
in this trial

has caused
a serious miscarriage of justice.

Perhaps if the DPP and the police
were not quite so hand in hand,

we might have a more balanced
criminal justice system -

not one which favours the
prosecution,

and certainly not one which results
in the jailing of the innocent.

That doesn't change anything.
The Vasilich woman killed him.

Are you serious? We stuffed up. She
should never have been convicted.

Could have organised someone
to bury him.

So now she's a criminal mastermind?

Or she hired someone to rough him
up. She could plan his murder.

OK, let's say she did plan
the whole thing.

Why wouldn't you pay to kill him?
Why tackle a big man like that?

Burying's the easy bit.
I don't know. Self-satisfaction?

Oh, God. This is exactly why
we should have waited.

You push us into running this,
it goes off the rails.

We're the ones who cop it.
Nothing's gone off the rails.

We have a convicted murderer
and her accomplice in prison.

We can't be sure of that.
What are you saying?

She walks into Blakely's house,
disturbs the murderer, he hides,

she puts her hand
in his blood and then leaves?

That's your version of events?
Who buried him?

Enough. Enough!
I have no idea.

We are all in the shit here.

There's no way the Vasilichs could
have buried the body? Impossible.

They couldn't have made it
back to the hospital in time.

Someone else buried the body.

Not unless someone else killed him.
Unlikely.

Well, keeping an open mind then,
are we?

You know she's guilty, come on!

It's only one detail at the end
that's changed.

So where did Dianne and her son go,
then, after they killed Blakely?

If they're giving themselves
an alibi by going to the hospital,

why not go straight there?

They drove Blakely's car with the
body to the guy who'd bury him.

They told that guy to leave
the car at North Head.

Why not take the gravedigger with
you? Isn't that easier?

Could be half a dozen
different ways it happened.

And there's your reasonable doubt
right there.

You find this third man,
or Dianne and her son will walk.

They've already started
crawling out of the woodwork.

No surprise.

Every crim and his dog will be
putting up their hand for this one,

after the deal we got
our bikie friend Franzen.

Waste of time and resources
we don't have.

You never know
what the tide might wash up.

See you back there.

I'm hoping our third man
left his business card in the grave,

along with the murder weapon.

As you can see,

bashed in the back of the head
with something heavy - three blows.

Attacked from behind. Gutless.

Fell forwards, causing a depressed
fracture of the cheek.

Any DNA not his?

Anything else you've found that might
help us identify who buried him?

Not so far.
I'd say they were pretty careful.

Other injuries?
Nothing major.

There are small, shallow lacerations
on both feet, across the soles.

The dirt in them matches the dirt
around the gravesite.

What else? There's paint
under his fingernails, in his hair.

Off-white, matte.
Yeah.

The paint is of a domestic type.
He was renovating.

The place was chaos,
stuff everywhere.

Which accounts for the cricket bat
they buried with him.

Solid murder weapon.
Bit of weight behind it. A handle.

But the dirt in the lungs means

he was still alive
when he was buried.

He wouldn't have known anything
about it, if it's any consolation.

He would have died
from the head wounds anyway.

But the immediate cause of death
was suffocation.

They buried him alive.

Last time I was here,
we had a chat about Dianne...

Dianne Vasilich. I remember.

Now, you pointed out Toby Franzen.
You point her towards anyone else?

Hang on, it's not like
I brokered that deal.

I never thought
she'd actually go and talk to him.

Did she ever ask about, you know,
anyone else?

She doesn't talk much. She's um...
a bit of a fixture in here.

Ever since Oriana was murdered.

I guess this is the closest thing
she has to Oriana's grave, you know?

A bit tragic, really,
the whole thing.

I mean,
sometimes Dianne brings flowers.

Sometimes she... she just sits here
and stares into space.

On Oriana's birthday, every year,
she totally writes herself off,

and me, or whoever else is on,

has to call her son
to come and take her away.

She was alright, Oriana.

You know, a bit messed up
with the drugs, but...

You know,
she always came and said hello.

And through all the crap you
could see she was well brought up.

And you never saw Dianne talking
to anyone else other than Franzen?

No.

Did you see her, or her son,
on the night of 9th October?

No idea.

You got CCTV in the car park?

I suppose you'll be wanting a look?

You got some time to help me
go over my application today?

You still want to train up to be a
Crown after all this?

Yes, I think so. No, I do.

Even if there are weeks like this,
I really like appearance work

and Solicitor Advocate's
the next logical step.

What, you're not doubting
what we do, are you?

Are you kidding?

Tim Clarke, my child porn man.

Will the jury look at him and see him
for the monster that he is,

or will they think, 'We've all looked
at stuff we shouldn't have.

He's just like us. He wasn't the one
actually causing the suffering.'

He does look normal,
whatever that means.

So many of the photos he's got
are taken with hidden cameras.

Imagine what it would be like to find
out that men, all over the world,

are watching you get undressed.

Or raped.

Your photos could be out there
for the rest of your life.

Someone could walk past you
in the street

and recognise you as that girl.

What would that do to you?

Or... or think about
those abuse victims

who are too embarrassed
to tell anyone what happened,

and then a video of your abuse
goes viral.

I haven't ever
thought about it like that.

That's all I think about.

Excuse me, sir.

Hey, what'd you get
from the Lions Gate?

Nothing the night of the 9th.

No DVD labelled with that date.
Either they're crap at labelling...

Or someone's taken the footage
from that night.

Why didn't you call?
I went back to the Lions Gate.

I checked out the shop next door.

Think the owner'd be very happy

for us to find
something criminal going on.

He's not what you'd call a fan.

He's got a camera
on the car park as well.

DVD of the 9th.

That's Blakely's car.
Mm-hmm.

It's the wrong time of day.
What the hell is he doing?

That's Blakely.

Can you freeze that for me?

And just... yeah.
Get in a bit closer, yeah.

Danny Novak.

Car park of the Lions Gate Hotel,
4:30pm.

Blakely must have driven there
straight after court.

Blakely and Novak?

They argue for about five minutes.

Blakely gets in his car
and he drives away.

Four hours later, Blakely is dead.

Blakely pulled this file out
two days before he died.

He was going to
reopen the investigation.

Oriana Vasilich.

This is the hotel room
where she was killed.

Did Blakely have a suspect?

According to his notes
he knew exactly who it was.

He just couldn't prove it.
Danny Novak.

Owner of the Lions Gate.

So Blakely calls him up.

Tells him he's going to reopen the
investigation and go after him.

Once it's in the system, it doesn't
matter if Blakely's behind bars.

Novak employed Oriana. He used
her to sweeten business deals.

She knew a lot about things
she shouldn't have.

If he felt he couldn't trust her
anymore. Bye-bye, Oriana.

But it's still just a theory, right?

There wasn't any proof that Novak
was involved. It's just supposition.

DNA tests prove a lot more these
days.

Who knows what they might find?
Pretty good motive for a murder.

So Dianne Vasilich
didn't kill Blakely?

We will continue looking
for our third man,

but we'll divert some resources
to Novak.

Surveillance, listening devices,
phone taps, the whole lot.

Um, excuse me.

Watch it!
Sorry.

Hey, I'm heading home.
Are you ready to go?

No, no, not yet.
I'll be here for hours.

Will you be OK getting home?

Oh, I'll find someone to protect me.

What I should do is stop panicking
every time I hear a motorbike.

Look, I'll walk you and come back.
No, no, no. I'm good.

Stay. Stay.

Andy, hi.

Oh look, I'm still at the office.

I'll just grab
a piece of toast when I get in.

Promise I won't work too hard.

Look, I've gotta go.
I'll speak to you soon.

U-J-U...

You came.

Oh, I've decided it takes too much
energy to keep ignoring you.

Right, well you wanted to talk,
so talk.

We can talk about what happened
and what went wrong and how we feel,

but it isn't going
to change my mind.

I don't know
whether it's a good idea

for you to be staying with Danny
while you're here.

Your father's not
exactly popular with the police.

I was just thinking that
maybe it's better for your career,

now that you're not living in Sydney,
to really distance yourself from him.

Sorry, you wanted to talk to me
about where I'm staying?

Your career's really taking off,
that's all.

I'd just hate
for all of your hard work

to be undone by something like
guilt by association.

Not guilt, definitely not guilt,
but... you know.

What have you heard?
N-nothing.

You've heard something about Dad.
No, nothing.

I don't believe you.

Look, as long as you're staying
there, I can never come and see you.

Thanks for the drink.

Don't worry about it, Princess.

It's just like
issuing parking tickets.

They need to get their numbers up,
so they drop in and see me.

What are they looking for?
Well, entertainment.

No, I'm serious, Dad. What was
on the warrant? Can I look at it?

Well, they waved it in front of me,
but didn't leave it, so...

It's nothing important. Trust me.

No, Dad,
that wasn't just a casual thing.

They took away your computers.
Mm-hmm.

What else did they take?
I don't know. Nothing.

The warrant has to state
what they're investigating you for.

Well, the easiest thing to do

is just to cooperate,
isn't it? Be polite.

Best way to show
you've got nothing to hide,

which I don't, OK?

OK.

Really OK?
Yeah.

Good.

You eaten?

Oh, Amanda, hi.

Oh, hi, Janet.
Are you, um...

Ash had to nip out for a bit.
She asked me if I could stay on.

Oh, right. OK. Hello, sweeties.

Hello, my little one.
And how's work?

The usual. Have you been creating
havoc today, huh?

Who's up for a bath?
Want to have a bath?

They've actually had a bath.
Oh. Oh, good. Thank you.

I didn't know how long you'd be.
Right.

No, that's fine. Um...

Um, I'm happy to take over now,
if that's OK.

Oh, OK. Thanks.

See ya, Thing One.

And see ya, Thing Two.

I'm introducing them to Dr Seuss.

Oh, fun. See you.
Bye.

Well, don't look at me. Mary Poppins
is the one running the show now.

Ah, here's Mum.

Thought I'd make it home before you.
Surprise.

Did you see Amanda?
Yeah. Ah...

Isn't she great with them?
Mm.

Hmm. Where have you been?
You look all zhooshed up.

I had to grab something
up the road.

I was sick of them them always
seeing me in my hausfrau outfit.

Pasta OK?

Ah, sure.

Raid last night, chat this morning.

I'm flattered.

Night of Wednesday, October 9th.
What were you doing?

At home, I guess.

That's where I spend my nights.
It's boring, I know.

Anyone verify that?
I can.

I'll check in my diary.
I'll get back to you.

So what'd you do at home that night?

Well, I probably cooked
and watched TV.

It's hard to remember specifically.

If you were in the vicinity of Steven
Blakely's house, we'll find out.

We'll track where your mobile was

through, you know,
transmission tower records.

We're also going to subpoena

your phone records
for the last two months,

so if you've got anything to say,

it's probably best
that you say it now.

Nothing to say.

Want to tell
me what's going on here?

Disagreement over a car park.
Four hours later, Blakely's dead.

You're the last person seen with him,
and you're arguing.

That's not a good look, is it?
So why don't you cut the crap?

I didn't kill him.
He was a friend of mine.

My condolences.

Whether you did it yourself,

or you paid some arsehole to do it
for you, we're gonna find out.

And that's a promise.

Richard!
What are they looking at Dad for?

I... I don't know.
Yes, you do.

You gave me some bullshit story
about moving out of the house.

I go home
and find the cops raiding the place.

What did Danny say?
Tell me, Richard.

I'm not supposed to be talking
to you about this.

It's a bit late for a crisis of
conscience now, isn't it?

He's a suspect
in the murder of Steven Blakely.

A murder suspect?
I... I didn't want to say anything.

Why would he want to kill
Steven Blakely?

Because they think...

..they think he killed Dianne
Vasilich's daughter, Oriana.

That is such bullshit.

Blakely and Novak argue
on the afternoon of Blakely's death.

Blakely dies
before he can reopen a case

in which Novak is the prime suspect.

That can't be a coincidence.

Novak always knew
Steve would reopen the case.

Well, reasonable assumption -
that's what the argument's about.

Reasonable assumptions
don't stand up in court.

Now, all we need to do is find
something tying him to the murder.

And if not him, then his lackey.

At the moment, the only person
we knew was definitely there,

besides Blakely,
was Dianne Vasilich.

But we have to...
We all want to get Novak.

I can appreciate that. But the next
time we go into court on this case,

whatever we have, whoever it is,

I want to be rock fucking solid,
alright?

Excuse me, sir. Sorry to interrupt.

There's a Tatum Novak
here to see you.

Said you'd know what it's about.

Tatum, hi.
Hi, Andy.

I hear you're down in Canberra now.
Yeah, with the Commonwealth.

You get to do
all that big international stuff.

All their trafficking, drugs, people.

Those things sound more glamorous
than they actually are.

Tell me about it.

So, you're here about...

Steven Blakely's disappearance.

I want to make a formal statement.

You sure about this?
Yes, I am.

OK. Come through this way.

Hey, how'd you go last night?
Last night?

Yeah, did you get all the work done
you wanted?

Oh yeah, almost. Never-ending.

You know how it is.
I know.

I've got this Solicitor Advocate
interview on top of everything else.

Mmm, don't wait.

Oh, OK, I'll see you in there.

Place runs on coffee.

Hi, the usual, thanks.
Short black.

The cops won't give out information

about number plates to us,
will they?

You want something like that traced,
aren't you married to the right guy?

Or you could ask
an ex-police prosecutor

who might still be able
to pull a favour or two,

and keep his mouth shut.

Maybe I could.
Hmm.

Anyone feel like doing any work
today? Lina?

Perhaps a table in the corner
for the overflow.

I don't want overflow.
I don't want any of it.

Oh, I don't believe choice is
involved.

If you are not coping,
you need to ask for assistance.

I'm coping.

We take occupational health and
safety very seriously here.

That makes me feel better already.
Have you made your appointment yet?

Counselling is compulsory for all
solicitors in the Sex Crimes Unit.

I haven't, no.

Counselling's not to be
underestimated.

It is a powerful tool,
which can provide you

with practical mechanisms
for coping.

Accepting counselling
is not an admission of weakness.

It's simply taking responsibility
for yourself and your work.

So do you?
I don't need it.

I thought you might be reluctant.

Appointment. Five o'clock.

How'd you go?

She says Danny was home all night,
didn't even make a phone call.

She's a lawyer, right?
Yeah, Commonwealth DPP.

She wouldn't want
to fuck up her career.

We should keep the pressure on him.

There's someone here
I'd like you to have a talk to.

Brian Vincent turned up at my place
with a fistful of cash.

Asked me to do him a favour.

Which was?

He had something
in the boot of this car.

It was wrapped in one of those
painting sheets.

You know the ones you use
to stop shit getting everywhere?

He wanted it buried.

I took it down to Gerringong.

And dug a hole, chucked it in,
along with the bat.

Then I drove the car
back to North Head,

and then I went home
and I had a beer.

I thought
we should bring you up to date.

You've found us the third man?
Not quite.

Ah, he's being coy. Go on.

We've interviewed Danny Novak, who...
Of course, he denies everything.

And his daughter's got an alibi for
him on that night.

The night that Blakely died?
What other night?

Just clarifying.

Now out of all the crims who have
come forward, looking for a deal,

we have this bloke, Leon Cranford.

It was a big four-wheel
drive.

Took it down to Gerringong,
dug a hole,

chucked it in, along with the bat.

Then I drove the car
back to North Head,

and I went home and I had a beer.

Now there's another 40 minutes
of it, but that's the juicy bit.

So Danny's out of the picture, then?

Danny argued with Blakely
four hours before he died.

He's still in our sights.

We can test this guy's story,

but he seems to know things
that we never made public.

Like the drop cloth,
the exact burial site, the weapon.

How does he know Dianne Vasilich?
Well, he knows Brian.

He says they were drinking buddies
down at the Lions Gate.

Well, what's he want?

I assume he's not chatting
out of the goodness of his heart.

Yep, he's currently on bail
for dealing meth.

Not much goodness of heart there.

He wants those charges dropped
and a guarantee of a year

for being the gravedigger.
A year?

For taking part in the murder of an
Assistant Police Commissioner?

He didn't kill him.
Sorry.

Accessory after the fact
is still an accessory.

He might have killed him. There's no
evidence tying him to murder scene.

Dianne Vasilich seems to have
cornered that market.

Well, you were the one who said
she wasn't a criminal mastermind.

This guy's story fits.

They turned up at his doorstep

on the night of the murder,
all panicked,

with a body in the boot.

He's got form, needs cash.
It's a win-win situation.

Could have heard it anywhere - down
at the Lions Gate, on the street.

That's why we're not charging him
and why we're still watching Novak.

If we test Cranford
and he proves to be on the level,

he's not going to swear to anything,
unless we promise him that deal.

We need to start
thinking about this appeal.

Vasilich?
Ned Kelly. Yes, Vasilich.

You don't think Cranford
will prove to be the third man?

I think there'll be an appeal.

Dianne didn't do it?
I don't know.

But not if Cranford's...

Look, there are a lot of ifs,
and one of them leads to an appeal.

If we're forced to run that,
I'd prefer

it wasn't rushed
like everything else.

Grab a tea and we'll get started.

Um, I... Sorry, do you mind?

I have an appointment.
Just give me half an hour.

What the hell, Tatum?

Let go of me!
You lied to the police.

I don't know what you're talking
about. Bullshit!

I saw you the day after,
the day that Blakely disappeared.

You told me you didn't go home.
You went to the gym.

Swim, bike, treadmill, remember?

That was weeks ago.
You've got your days mixed up.

I don't. It's me.
I remember everything.

I could tell you which earrings
you wore,

which suit, the exact time
of our conversation.

Oh, you make things so hard.

I didn't lie to the police.
I lied to you, OK?

I didn't want you to know my
schedule, what time I got home.

Well, they're still looking
at Danny.

If they find anything to tie him
to that crime scene,

or that he ordered someone else
to do it, your career is sunk.

You think about that.

You'd better think that you gave me

confidential information
about a police investigation.

What, so now you're blackmailing me?

I'm just telling you that you don't
have the moral high ground.

I haven't perverted
the course of justice!

Yes, you have!

Did you cop a truckload of work
from Our Lady of the Schedule?

Yep. Want something
to take your mind off it?

Mm, I could do with some cheering.
I didn't say it would cheer you up.

You seriously need to think about

getting this Clarke guy
off the streets.

He's a bad man. You found
something with the number plates?

I asked a mate who asked a mate
who asked a mate.

So you get the benefit of the
lawyer network and the cop network?

Put up with a lot of shit
from both sides too.

Tim Clarke, previously known
as 'Tim Cunningham',

convicted of the rape of a
14-year-old in Adelaide,

served eight years.

Told you it wasn't cheering.

I can't use this.

You want to rethink slipping a photo
of a six-year-old into his file?

No, I... I can't. I can't.
Really? Conscience?

This from the woman who knows his
car has South Australian plates.

Bet that information's not in the
file. Why are you here?

Your appointment's in 20 minutes.
Go, go. Oh no, I'll reschedule.

Bye.

She'll feel better for it.

You're uncomfortable being here.

Oh, I'm only here
because it's compulsory.

I'll explain what I'll do
and what we'll do together.

That might make things easier, OK?

Sometimes people
who do the sort of work you do,

experience
traumatic stress disorder.

Although you
yourself haven't suffered abuse,

the work you do exposes you to the
stress of witnessing the horrors.

It's important to distinguish
between a normal response

to witnessing a traumatic event

and something
which becomes abnormal.

It's completely normal

to feel anxious and fearful,
to have bad dreams,

to not be able
to stop thinking about

what you've seen, heard
or experienced,

to become obsessive.

The problems arise when you get
stuck in that psychological state.

Have you experienced
any of these responses

since working in
the Sex Crimes Unit?

No.

You haven't behaved in a way

which is outside the realm
of your usual behaviour?

Something that made you
stop and think,

'I don't know who just did that'?

Never.

You're not drinking more?
Using drugs?

Avoiding sex, fighting with
your husband over small issues?

Do you always shut down like this
when things get too difficult?

I don't know what you mean.

It must put a strain on your
marriage,

this distancing, this refusal
to admit what's happening...

My marriage is none of your business.

Your emotional and
psychological health is my business.

Knowing how you function
in your marriage is part of that.

I'm here to discuss work.
I'm not judging you, Lina.

No, you're talking to me
like I'm a child.

Tell me about your work, then...
What do you want to know?

Do you find it satisfying?

Do you feel
like you're making a difference...

Things only get to my desk
when the damage is done.

I-I can't make any difference at all!

I'm completely impotent.

Th-that's a good
Freudian term for you.

Why don't you write that one down?

'Lina also has anger issues,

probably stemming from
the fraught relationship

she has with her father.'

How am I doing?

I'll cook tonight.
I was thinking spag bol.

Won't say no.

Andy Campbell talked to me
yesterday. What about?

He was asking about 9th October,

the night that Steven Blakely
disappeared.

That was the night that we watched

that English Premier League
soccer game, remember,

and we ate pad thai?

I couldn't forget that night.

You were busy trying to teach me
the finer points of soccer,

while I was choking
from too much chilli.

Well, I warned you
about the killer sauce.

And you bought that disgusting Thai
beer. You still drank it.

Yeah, because I was dying
of chilli poisoning.

You were trying to get your head
around the offside rule.

Too busy watching the players.

They do have great legs.
But it's a boring game.

Which is why I made you watch
another match that I'd prerecorded.

Yeah.

And you kept me up so late

I could barely stay awake at court
the next day.

It was a good night.

Yes, Princess, it was.

I'd better head off.
I'll walk you to your car.

I'm very proud of you.
You know that, don't you?

Yeah, I do.

You're smart, but you work hard.

Your colleagues respect you
and what you do.

Oh, I think they do. I hope so.
And respect's very important.

It takes a lot to earn it
and it can go just as fast.

And that goes for self-respect
as well.

Don't fuck up what you've got

by getting involved in things
that don't concern you.

I know.
No, you don't.

That's why I'm telling you.
Don't interfere.

Dad, I'm sorry. I was just...
It's OK. It's alright.

Nothing more to say, OK?

Did you know Oriana Vasilich?

Who?

Dianne Vasilich's daughter.
The one who was murdered.

I've never heard of her.

Now if you want to keep that job
in Canberra,

you'd better get down there
and do some work, eh?

This Canberra thing,
moving down there,

it had nothing to do
with that Richard character, did it?

He didn't mess you around or hurt you
or anything...

Oh, no. No, no. Nothing like that.

It was a good offer
and a great career move.

It worked out really well, except
I don't get to see you as much.

I love you, sweetheart.
You too.

I'm off, Amanda.
Thanks for tonight, too.

It's a pleasure!

- Janet King speaking.
- Hi, it's me.

Hey, whose phone
are you calling from?

Jennifer's. I left mine at
home. Hey, can you do me a favour?

I need to drop in on Danielle
from mother's group.

I totally forgot to bring her
address. I can't. I'm racing.

On my computer. I need to grab her
before she leaves for work. Sorry.

Well, maybe you should take your
phone with you. Alright, here it is.

Ah, laptop. What do you need?

It's mail from Danielle Rowe.
Came yesterday.

Danielle Rowe. Hang on, here it is.

Ah, address. 108 Cartwright Street.
Thank you, that's great.

May I go to work now?
Of course.

I'll see you tonight.
See you then.

Good morning.
Not necessarily.

Tony's waiting for you
in his office.

Detective Campbell is with him.

Maybe that will brighten your day.
Hmm, doubt it.

Hey. Ah, at last.
What do you have for us?

OK, we found this last night
under the Douglas Park bridge,

exactly where Cranford
said it would be.

Fingerprints?
Well, mud and water.

Unlikely to be able
to lift anything useful.

We're still checking for DNA,
but that's unlikely too.

There's some dirt we found lodged
underneath the metal hand grip

that comes from the same area
we found Blakely's body.

Well, this spade was definitely
used to bury him, then.

Yes.
But you don't know who handled it.

I'd say the bloke
who told us where it was buried

handled it, wouldn't you?

Not necessarily.
Lucky guess by Cranford, was it?

Someone might have told him.

We've confirmed
he drinks at the Lions Gate.

Dianne Vasilich and Brian Vincent
have been there on many occasions.

They had time to go from
Blakely's place to Cranford's,

drop the car and the body there

and get back to the hospital by 8:21
to be caught on the CCTV.

Now, he told us about
the burial site, the murder weapon

and where the spade was buried.

None of those facts
were known by the public.

We also found five grand in cash

hidden in a biscuit tin
in his kitchen.

He's a saver.
He's an accessory to murder.

We're charging him. And we're also
going to give him the deal he wants.

Unless anyone has any objections?

We're being pushed around again.

I'd prefer to think of it
as being cooperative.

You seriously want to give Cranford
that sort of deal?

You think they should they charge
and have him plead not guilty?

Why not? Test his story in court.
And risk him being acquitted?

If there's enough doubt surrounding
his story, he should be acquitted.

He wants to plead!
He wants a deal.

What,
you think he didn't bury Blakely?

He could have overheard someone
bragging.

Maybe he was paid to take the fall.
Maybe he killed Blakely himself.

You see, this is guilt speaking.
Your guilt.

You're terrified we've made
a mistake with Dianne Vasilich,

and you're desperately trying
to find proof of that.

You didn't convict her. The jury
did. I know how the system works.

Well, we can't let emotions
cloud our judgements.

By 'we' you mean 'me'?
I'm too soft, am I

Mother of young children.
That what you're saying?

Because it's bullshit. I'm one of the
best prosecutors in this place.

If I have a feeling about
Dianne Vasilich, it's not hormonal -

it's intuitive, and that is
a product of years of hard work.

Well, wrap your intuition
around this. Occam's razor.

Dianne Vasilich killed Blakely.

She had motive,
she had his blood in her pocket,

she calls her son Brian for help.

Brian has a connection
with Cranford.

Cranford admits
to burying the body and the bat,

and he knew details about the burial
that only the police knew.

Now, you can forget everything else,
forget double guessing yourself.

There was a question raised
by the discovery of the body.

That question has been
answered, has it not?

There are a number of
possible answers.

Well, this particular answer
is not beyond all doubt,

but it is beyond reasonable doubt,
I believe,

and that is why we will accept
Cranford's plea,

and we will recommend the sentence
as suggested by the police. Yes?

Yes.
Thank Christ for that.

This afternoon we arrested
and charged a man, Leon Cranford,

in connection to the murder

of Assistant Commissioner
Steve Blakely.

The man has been
very cooperative with police,

and will be appearing in court
shortly, where he will plead guilty

to disposing of the body
of Steve Blakely

in a shallow grave near Gerringong.

Good result.
Is it?

Isn't it?

Because the police got it wrong about
Danny Novak.

Ah, well, no, because we got it
right about Dianne and her son.

Have a good night.

Goodnight.

Hey, Ash. I'm sorry, yeah.

I'm still at work.

Look, I'll have to meet you there,
OK?

Thanks. Bye.

Should we be worried we
haven't heard anything from Amanda?

No.

You want me to text her?
Yes.

Then I don't look like
the overanxious one.

I thought you'd be relieved now that
the Blakely thing is finally sorted.

I am.
You don't seem relieved.

Are you relieved to have a job
offer? Thank you.

Thank you.

I was going to tell you.

You said
you weren't going to pursue it.

I did, but they wouldn't take no
for an answer.

That's why you were late that night,
wasn't it?

Out of your hausfrau clothes?
That was just a preliminary chat.

Oh, that makes it alright.

I was going to tell you.

When? The day you started?
It's not an offer.

I still have to go through
an interview.

Yeah, Wednesday the 30th.
I know. I saw the email.

You read my private messages?
You told me to look in your mail.

There it was.
You didn't have to read it.

You didn't have to have
a preliminary chat behind my back.

You always have to control
everything.

We had a deal.

You were staying home full-time
with the kids, and now you're not.

Isn't that worth discussing?
I didn't want to discuss it.

I knew you'd be like this.
What, betrayed?

I... I haven't betrayed you.
What, lying's not a betrayal?

You're always so fucking perfect.
Don't you put it back on me.

You're so tied up with your work

you don't see what's going on
around you anymore.

You don't see me. Not anymore.

I'm going to go pay.

Hey. Ready to send Harry Lime away
for a long time?

Harry Lime?

The Third Man. Carol Reed.

Don't worry about it. You OK?

Fine, I'm just tired.
Kids. Must be exhausting.

Do you think I'm too controlling?
I'm not the right person...

Someone has to be in control.
Otherwise nothing gets done.

Of course. Big difference between...
in control and controlling. Sure.

Do you have enough autonomy,
working with me? Tons.

I'm approachable?
Always.

Helpful?
Definitely.

Yeah.

We should get going.
Yeah.

Mr Cranford, can you describe
to Her Honour your family situation?

I'm on a disability pension.

I had a car accident and broke me
leg. It's not good.

I'm in a lot of pain.
Too much pain to work.

The drugs, the painkillers,
are really expensive.

My wife and I have two kids.

They're both at school.
She is unemployed.

She was made redundant.

She hasn't worked
for a couple of years,

and half the time
we're fed by the Salvos.

What do you have to say about your
recent conviction for drug charges?

Surely that criminal endeavour
provided some profit?

It was a once-off, and I got done.

I see.

Look, when Brian came around
and offered me some work,

I was desperate for money.
For my kids.

It's the only reason I done it,
and I'm sorry.

I realise it was
a dumb-arse thing to do.

Thank you, Mr Cranford.

Madam Crown?

Thank you, Your Honour.

Mr Cranford, you'd describe yourself
as a good family man?

I am.

Doing your utmost
to take care of your kids.

Of course.

Everything you do in life

is designed around
what's best for your children.

Absolutely.

Such as dealing drugs,
burying dead bodies?

I was desperate.

Not much of an example to set
them... Objection!

I...
Withdraw that remark.

And now you're sorry.

Yes.

If you're so sorry, why didn't you
confess to the police immediately?

'Cause I was scared.

You waited until
you thought you might get a deal.

So I could be around for my kids
more.

How much do you make
burying a dead body?

Do you charge by the hour? Did you
have to provide your own spade...

Your Honour,
my client is being harassed.

Your Honour,
characterising the burying

of what you know to be a dead body

as the act of a man
desperate to provide for his children

is contemptuous
of this court and of the law.

Hey? Mr Cranford,
you willingly assisted

in the burial of the body
of a murdered man for the money.

I didn't help kill anybody!
It's a nonsense to say

that you did it for your family...

All I did was dig a hole,

chuck him and the baseball bat in,
and that's it!

I'm sorry, you chucked him
and what into the hole?

The baseball bat.
Are you sure about that?

Your Honour, in light of the
defendant's recent response,

I seek leave to enter
a nolle prosequi

in relation to the indictment
currently before the court.

A new indictment against Mr Cranford,
containing one count each

of perjury and attempting to pervert
the course of justice

will be filed in due course.

I object.
Madam Crown.

Steven Blakely was murdered
and buried with a cricket bat.

A Gray-Nicolls, to be precise.

Which Mr Cranford would have known
if he'd buried him,

which he most clearly did not.

Your Honour, this is outrageous.

I will stand this case down until
tomorrow morning at ten o'clock,

at which time
I want clear submissions

on what has happened here today
from both counsel.

That was a gift.

Whoever put him up to it
should ask for their money back.

This is insane.
What is it with you and this case?

The guy was working.
It was pitch black.

He didn't have a torch,
and he made a mistake.

Even in the dark
there's a big difference

between a baseball and cricket bat.

You were there, were you? Why didn't
you ask him what sort of bat it was?

Jack, this is never-ending.

We will finish this, OK? I promise.

Come on.
Let me buy you guys a coffee.

Do you think Cranford'll talk? He's
looking at serious time for perjury.

That might help persuade him.

Depends on how much money he was
paid and how scared he is.

While we're leaning on him, we're
working from the opposite direction.

Novak won't know what hit him.

Danny?
I thought he'd been ruled out.

Cranford either overheard something,
or he was paid to lie.

Novak is going to be at the other
end of one of those scenarios.

Get the fuck away from her! Fuck!
You get the hell away from her!

What the hell?
I will not let you hurt her...

Are you right?
I know who you are and what you do.

What's your problem?
You're my problem.

I know what you do with young girls.
You rape them.

That's what you did in Adelaide.
You're a filthy fucking rapist!

You're nuts, woman.
Don't worry.

Hey. I'll look after you.
Come with me.

You touch her and I'll kill ya.

You forced her into your car.
I saw you.

Leave my dad alone.

You're freaking her out.
I'm calling the cops.

You ran the Blakely murder trial.

That's right.

The Vasilich family

had nothing to do
with that murder, and neither did I.

The police are wasting their time
harassing me about it.

Blakely's murder
is just a small part of it.

A small part of what?

If you want to sort this mess,
ask yourself -

how did Alex Moreno
manage to get acquitted?

Have a nice evening.

I don't want anyone to think
this government

has locked up an innocent person.
Shut it down.

If the police had done their job
properly and found Blakely's body

before they charged Dianne Vasilich
we wouldn't be in this situation.

We're drowning in work
and you're stalking Renmark.

Someone leaned on him.
Something's wrong.

The government has appointed

recently retired judge
Granville Renmark

to inquire into the functioning
of the Office of the DPP.

How dare you invade
the privacy of my home.

As a Crown Prosecutor, you're held
to the highest standards.

Just like a judge. I'd tread very
carefully if I were you, Ms King.